#i had to read this prompt like 5 times bc it didn't make sense bc i kept reading it wrong

[berylgrace]

final episode review

this show has been... a rollercoaster to say the least. some thoughts (good and bad) under the cut.

the fight with ares... loved seeing percy come into his own wrt his power, wish the fight had lasted longer than literally thirty seconds... i know the idea was drawing first blood but that scene made it look easy, which it WASN'T, because he's the GOD OF WAR

olympus looked really cool

love love loved the poseidon scene, which surprised me after i was so disappointed by ep7. although it was a weird choice to have him just immediately come in and surrender, i guess we're going with the angle that he trusts percy enough to know there are bigger things at stake. still kinda weird for a prideful god tho

it's more afterwards that i enjoyed. as i said to @posallys literal minutes ago, he tells percy that the sea does not like to be restrained, while the two of them have an exchange that reads, very emotionally, as two people trying their absolute HARDEST to restrain themselves: poseidon being bound by godly rules and unable to say directly what he wants to, and percy holding back on asking the questions he's wanted to ask his entire life, being respectful, calling him sir

mixed feelings about the luke thing. i liked the atmosphere of the scene, the fireworks and celebratory vibe juxtaposed against the darkness and percy being alone with luke, but the way it played out didn't make sense. he (and annabeth) were certain it was clarisse, and had no reason to suspect luke, but we had a case of "inexplicably percy knows everything" yet AGAIN as he just... connects the dots? except there WERE NO DOTS TO CONNECT?

luke's explanation being that he didn't report clarisse bc of her supporters and needing proof - completely believable! absolutely no reason to question that.

which brings me to annabeth being there. she's supposed to be keeping an eye on clarisse, so what prompted her to follow percy and luke to the woods instead? she trusts luke, she doesn't trust clarisse. make it make sense

thankfully i don't think this will affect her defense of luke because although she heard it all (...okay), luke attacked after percy mentioned hermes. annabeth had already warned him about that, going as far as to shut off the iris message before he could mention him. so i guess in her mind she can justify the attack that way (unlike she would've been able to with the scorpion but... rip that i guess) and still believes luke is good, just misguided

"I'm here to recruit," line went hard as FUCK

the bait and switch with the sally reunion only to turn into kronos? that was rude to do to me at 2am. did not see it coming. kinda cool

postcredits with gabe just... everyone else has said it better yeah but the whole point is that sally CAN'T divorce gabe, this is her only way out without being completely ruined financially, it just takes away so much from her character. like? if she could've divorced him all that time why didn't she? i know abusive relationships are complex and people stay for certain reasons but sally only stays bc she cannot leave financially. he literally had to DIE and her to sell the statue in order to barely afford living on her own (bc in SOM, percy talks about how they struggle with money, and the skateboard shop is a treat)

so... out of 10 i would give this show like, a 5. it was just frustrating at times, paced weirdly, and i would like to see a season 2 and hope for improvements. also a big shoutout to leah's hair at the very end?? so cute i nearly cried

[illuminiscentboba]

Behind the scenes <3

hi guyssss!!! tysm nohr for the tag !!! <3333 this is my behind the scenes expernece as illumminiscentboba !! prepare yourselves bc this is gon be personal~~~

Started writing: I've been writing on and off since middle school, and have been posting works since that time on quotev <3 i actually still use quotev to this day and im so thankful that it was a safe space to write fiction, fanfiction and participate in random writing challenges :)

Started blogging: I starting blogging here around 5 years ago, using this acc to just bingeread fics and repost art! i didnt originally plan on writing on here until I read a few HQ fics and ichiruki fics from bleach on fanfiction.net that had me like..,,in awe, I wanted to replicate that awe and here I am.

Followers: i've been around 179/180 when I was more active around 4-3 years ago but have been on hiatus up until this month so now im at 113 LMAOODSBHDSBJ HELPPPPP followers did mean a bunch to me in the earlier years but now i'm just happy i enjoy my own work

Communication: ahahaa,,,about this,,,as of late I have been going nonverbal more often and just been a lot less social. The later is for no reason beyond not wanting to give anyone the illusion that I am very active here esp bc I havent been publishing work for such a long time. but now that I've mentioned it here and once I get my tags reorganized, I'll reblog a lot more...prepare to be sick of me.

Likes: I actually was surprised about how much more interest people had in headcannons than fics or blurbs but that aside I don't really have an opinion on likes but to those who do leave likes on my work, I appreciate it a bunch :)) likes used to help me define how much people enjoyed my writing style/the characters which is sooooo wrong and quite a damaging mindset to have. I don't share this sentiment nearly as much as I did in middle school thankfully but it does suck when I feel like i'm the only one that enjoyed smth i cooked

Requests: for a long time I got such little request, my inbox deadass had tumbleweeds skipping past everytime I opened it but then around the time I was beginning to feel burnt out here...i actually got a bunch...(i hate it here) a lot of the requests are so cute and sweet, I'll fulfil them in my own time and space :) but i appreciate them soooooo much i love silly billies in my requests

Writing: the hate love relationship I have with writing...i have quite a lot of ideas but putting them into works is....something else HELO doesn't help that I've got ADHD and keep getting ahead of myself when writing...but yeah I have been writing things as of late that Ive been enjoying and playing around with diff au concepts (which im quite excited for) that aside, one of the ultimate contributers to my hiatus was the change in environment and in myself a few years ago. Many of my friends happen to be ace and a lot of my other friends at that point in time had aversions to affection? strongly disliked verbal affection, physical affection, you could name it and they were not about it. It did actually effect my behavior in a sense where to this day I instinctively hold back on hugging hand holding, arm linking etc. and it feels so weird now bc some of my friends now are the opposite LMAO its very jarring, the sudden change and realizing that to make my writing flow better I would put myself in the situations and id do the same with dialogue which made writing for characters i didn't feel much for harder to digest, and constantly writing romance prompts also made things hard for me because it felt quite repetitive and made me lose touch with what writing was for me which was like the final straw for me at the time. Some things have changed since then, especially my life cirumstances and preferences. you guys can request as you like but I hope that there is understanding if i'm unable to fulfil the requests, some of many of my works that are romance may have other genres with it like thriller, mystery, fantasy or villainess concepts, and/or historical time period fics. and since my program is keeping me busy asl I wont be able to update as much as I hope but i'll likely be more active now that there are some things cleared up :))

once again, tysm nohr for the tag and this oppurtinity to rebrand and I'd love to see @cloudyevaa @cup-of-fluff @kaeyazuha @sexyandcringe @anyone else who see's this to do it :)) I actually deviated a bit from the normal format so here is @alienaiver 's who ate it up :))

[avengersandco]

"let me know what you think when i'm done" with tony?

“Let me know what you think when I’m done,” Tony said to the group, sitting at the piano.

“I’m still confused,” Steve whispered to Pepper, who was sitting next to him, “I didn’t know he knew how to play the piano, let alone composed music.” 

She responded with a small nod, “His mother taught him when he was little. Only plays for people who he really trusts though. And honestly, I didn’t know he composed either.”

At that, Steve looked around at the group sitting around the piano, listening to the piece that Tony had composed. All of the other Avengers were there, along with Pepper and Rhodey, both of whom had stopped by for dinner, which Tony had insisted on because they were both in town at the same time.

No one had really understood why Tony had pushed so hard to have dinner together as a team, along with Pepper and Rhodey, but now it all made sense. His obvious anxiety had seeped away as he started to play, all his closest friends listening closely to the piece he had put together.

And by all means, Steve thought it was one of the best pieces he had ever heard. It was soft but upbeat, a happy tone that didn’t feel obnoxious. It reminded Steve of simple pleasures, like a nice walk in the park on a warm day, or being able to sleep in a bit longer. Steve didn’t know much about music, but he knew he loved what he was listening too. 

Towards the end, the tempo gained speed, leading to a more inspiring feel. It felt like something that might be played at the end of a movie with an ambiguous ending, but even more subtle than that. Like he knew what the message was without having to put it into words.

All too quickly for Steve’s liking, as he wanted more, the music ended. Tony looked at them again, the same apprehensive look he had before he started playing having come back. And just as quickly as the music ended, the clapping started, and the apprehension visibly left Tony’s body.

“That was amazing Tony!” Rhodey exclaimed, walking up to his brother in all but blood, and giving him a bear hug.

“Yeah Tony. I’ve never heard anything like it, and I mean that in only the best way,” Natasha had said with Clint and Thor nodding along.

“What inspired it?” Bruce asked. Tony looked down, blushing a little.

“Ummm… well, it was actually you guys. I mean, just your friendship and family. You guys are the most important people in the world to me, at least that are still alive. I just thought of how you make me feel at home, and this is what came from it.”

“What is it called?” Steve asked, trying to avoid tearing up a bit from Tony’s response.

“Little bits of happiness.”

[internetgremlin-writes]

Hi!! Im not sure your prompt night is still open or not so feel free to ignore this, but congrats on 1.3k either way!! Could I request Seb Vettel with prompt number 90?? Something fluffy if possible, thank you!! <3

90 - “If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?”

oooo go on then. How could I possibly ignore Seb?

This is the last one for tonight because it's getting super late. I have some pre-reading and work to do before I go on placement on Monday so I won't be writing consistently over the bank holiday weekend but will try to chuck out a bunch more during my breaks each day. Every request is getting done i promise <3

love that i've managed to scare you guys into specifying fluff bc you know i will make it sad otherwise. On another note. Seb's smileee

Secret relationships were never easy, you knew that. But it came with the territory, and you were willing to accept it. It made sense, paparazzi just loved to catch drivers on dates and then stir up stories about them seeing multiple people at once until it blew up into a big scandal.

When Sebastian Vettel had asked you out, you were hesitant at first. Dating people in the F1 industry was pretty normal. You were one of the few female engineers, and you'd grown up working in a male-dominated field. You were used to male attention and awkward dates with colleagues. But there are awkward dates with colleagues and then there's been asked out by a four-time world champion and one of your heroes of the sport.

You'd met Seb when he joined Aston Martin, and you'd never been happier to be put on the team managing the green car with a number 5 on it.

Sebastian had a reputation of being a terrible flirt, and you were concerned that as the only female on his team, he'd see you as anything less than your peers. But he didn't. He was interested and respectful, he asked you questions, he wanted your opinion. Several times he stopped one of your co-workers from talking over you when you were mid-point in a meeting.

He'd asked you out over a year ago now, bringing you a coffee because he'd noticed that for the third night in a row you were working until you were the last one in the garage. You were so tired you told him you loved him when he pressed the machine latte into your hand.

It took him a week to coax you into going on a date with him. You liked him, of course, you did. Working with him had given you time to get to know him for more than his reputation. He was sweet and kind, funny - he could make you laugh even on the worst days, so incredibly stubborn, he cared about politics and human rights, he gave a lot of his money away to charities, he was heading an environmental campaign. And he was drop-dead gorgeous in his own understated, scruffy way. But you were terrified of him, of the attention it would thrust on you, of what the media would say if they caught a whiff of it.

He promised you that it would be okay to keep it a secret. He didn't mind, he understood. Of course, he did; he was bloody perfect.

And everything had been going perfectly. You'd moved in with him in Switzerland. It was new and completely different but you adored it there. Seb was a master at avoiding the media, and he knew all the safest spots. Most of the time you didn't even have to think about your relationship. Even when you were working with him, he was very professional, and when the wins started trickling in he was so swamped with the attention that no one questioned his head engineer giving him a hug.

It was in Abu Dhabi that everything changed. Out of nowhere, Aston Martin had managed to pull a car together that Seb had just taken to. It was like he was one with it again, and then he started scoring points. And then podiums. And then wins. It was like his Red Bull days, except a lot more green and a few fewer parties. And now you were standing in the garage in the pit line, your nails bitten completely down to the quick as Seb was in a locked-out battle with Max Verstappen. It was one of those awfully exciting final races, where the world champion needed to win the race to get those last few points.

You screamed yourself hoarse when the nose of your green baby tipped through that chequered flag. The entire garage erupted around you, the energy crackling through the place was untouchable. Seb was dancing on his car, some arms stuck out in an odd flapping dance that was probably mimicking the wings of the logo. You were so proud of him, of both of you, because it had taken so many late nights sat up, you tinkering with parts and him studying tracks to do it.

What you didn't expect was your boss approaching you. The team didn't win the Constructor's championship, but because Seb had won the last race there was still a constructor's trophy that needed collecting. You weren't sure you were hearing properly when you were asked if you'd do the honours.

"On the podium?" You squeaked. Crowds weren't your thing. Seb got wind of what was happening and he'd grabbed your arm and marched you to the podium before you could say anything else.

The ceremony was unreal, it almost felt like an out of body experience. You cried through the German national anthem, and you could tell Seb was too. This had been a long time coming for him and you knew there were no words to describe how badly he wanted it. The weight of the champagne bottle was much heavier than you expected it to be, and shaking it was a challenge, but you managed to get a decent spray. With yourself and Seb from Aston Martin, and Toto, Max and Checo from Red Bull rounding out the podium you found that you'd naturally split into two celebrating groups. You and Seb were spraying each other, his grin devilish and you knew what was coming the second before you felt the cold splash and knew he'd emptied the rest of his bottle directly over your head.

He then took your bottle and shared a very large swig with you. The atmosphere was electric, confetti everywhere and a shower of champagne covering the pair of you. Never in your wildest dreams had you ever thought you'd be able to be celebrating with him on the podium, let alone for his fifth championship crowning.

"If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?"

Your heart was thudding in your ears. The Red Bulls were celebrating right beside you. The entire grid and all their teams were below you, screaming and shouting and cheering for your boyfriend. No, for the love of your life. Cameras were broadcasting you to millions of people, but the only person Seb was looking at was you. There was only one answer you could give him. There was only one answer you wanted to give him.

You grabbed the collar of his race suit and pulled him down to you, crashing your lips onto his. You felt him smile into the kiss as the noise below you erupted once more, wolf whistles now piercing the night air. He kissed you like there wasn't a soul watching, his arms wrapping around your waist and lifting you slightly off the floor as he did. When he pulled away it wasn't far, his forehead pressed against yours.

"I love you,"

He'd said it before, but it felt different now. The five-time world champion loved you.

"I love you too,"

You picked up the remainder of your bottle of champagne and dumped it out over his head, catching him by surprise and pulling an infectious giggle from him as you did so. You stepped back to run away, but Seb caught you before you could even try to get behind the Red Bulls, who were watching the pair of you with mild amusement.

He pulled you back to him, dipping you down like some kind of Disney character as he kissed you once more, one of your legs lifting off the floor as he supported your arched back. It tasted like champagne.

That photo broke the internet.

It was also framed in almost every room of your home.

[j-nope-not-today]

Can You Do A Vampire Donnie x F!Reader But In Bayverse And With Prompts And Can You Do A Lemon For It Too

89. Mating season 74. “Just relax.” 79. “Lay back and let me take care of you.” 58. Turtle bedroom 123. “Don’t hold back.” 132. “Argue all you want, we both know you belong to me.” 142. “Bite me.” 5. “MINE.” with 151. “Do you know how a turtle takes his mate?” and Turning into a vampire

First time

A/n: I didn't do the vampire part bc I couldn't make it make sense..if that makes sense, but I hope you like it. I'm not good at smut so I'm sorry if it sucks. Thanks for requesting!

Also minors don't read.

I was so excited! Finally me and Donnie could have the place to ourselves.

Raph, Leo, and Mikey had all agreed to hang out with April for the night and she had convinced Splinter to come with. Which was shocking that he had agreed. Which meant I could have alone time with Donnie.

Which meant we could do alone time things..

But I was nervous. We had talked about it and decided when we could be alone we would..do it. Which was a big step and it was definitely nerve wracking.

So I put on the nicest set of lingerie I had and put on my cutest clothes. Today was the day and honestly I was just excited to see Donnie.

I arrived at the lair shortly after everyone else had left and I knew I would find Donnie working in his lab and that I did.

There he was tinkering with some weird machine he was building and I cleared my throat. Stepping into the room and over to where he was.

"Hey! You got here sooner than I thought you would?" He set down his tools and wiped off his hands.

Turning to look at him I smiled

"Yeah I was really excited to see you.."

"So do you want to uh watch a movie first or.."

"Donnie we don't have to rush into it. We can watch a movie first."

"Okay! Follow me." He grabbed my hand and pulled me to his room. Softly shutting the door behind him.

"M'Lady." He motioned to his bed and I laughed before making myself comfortable amongst the cushions.

He sat next to me and pulled out his phone. We settled on watching Jurassic Park and I could tell he was nervous the entire movie, but I was too.

Once the movie wrapped up I looked over at Donnie and smiled at him.

Reaching up and turning his face to mine.

"Just relax Donnie." I placed a gentle kiss on his lips and he smiled down at me.

Brushing his hand over my shoulder. I climbed over him off the bed and slowly stripped off each article of clothing watching as Donnie stared at him hungrily and shifted on the mattress before climbing back onto the bed.

"Wow you look.. beautiful."

"Your turn." I giggled motioning to his still clothed form.

"right uh yeah." Donnie stood and hurriedly stripped the clothing from his body until he was as bare as me

As my eyes danced along his naked figure I felt my core clench at the sight. He was much bigger than I had imagined. His words tore me from my thoughts.

"Lay back and let me take care of you." Donnie mumbled before climbing onto the bed and leaning over me as I laid back against the sheets.

He began to place soft kisses all over my face before trailing them down my neck to my shoulder leaving small bites along the way. Eliciting quiet moans from my lips.

I felt his finger trail downwards and I felt his hesitation to continue.

"Don't hold back Donnie.." I mumbled and his fingers continued their downward dance.

Before he trailed a finger along my slit and over my sensitive nub. My body jolted slightly before he began to work a finger into my entrance.

I moaned softly at the feeling of his finger stretching me and Donnie continued his ministrations all while placing slow kisses all over my neck and breasts. Kneading and pulling at them.

Donnie slowly slid another finger in with the first and I felt a coil begin to form in my stomach.

Donnie moved his fingers quicker at the sounds leaving my lips and finally the coil snapped and I convulsed against him. The only sound heard throughout the room was my quick breathing and the soft wet sounds of Donnie slowly pumping his fingers in and out of me.

He slowly pulled his fingers out and licked them clean all whilst staring at me and I gulped at the sight. Leaning up and kissing him humming at the taste of me on his lips.

Before pulling away and laying down against the sheets. Looking up at Donnie I took a deep breathe

"Well aren't you gonna finish what you started?"

Donnie let out a small chuckle before lining himself up to my entrance. Slowly pushing in and I moaned at the feeling. Once he bottomed out he paused for a moment and let me adjust. Placing soft kisses on my face to distract me.

"Okay..you can move."

Slowly he pulled out and pushed back in and we both moaned at the feeling before he did it again. Slowly picking up the pace. I felt that familiar feeling in my stomach again.

"Donnie.." I whined out.

"Y/n..I-I don't think I can last much longer." He let out another moan and gripped onto his arms tighter.

After a few more harsh thrusts I came undone and Donnie let out a cry and I felt his warm seed fill me up. Slowly he pulled out and placed a kiss onto my lips. Climbing off of me and I listened to him fumble around his dresser.

I winced at the wet cloth on me and Donnie placed gentle kisses on my knee.

"Sorry.." He mumbled before I watched him toss it in the trash and he laid next to me.

Wrapping me in his arms.

"How was it?" I looked up at him and laughed

"It was great Donnie." He smiled and lifted his covers over the both of us.

"Get some rest. I'll wake you in a little bit." He pulled me into him and wrapped my arms around him.

"Okay.." I yawned and my eyes drifted shut.

[miyarii]

-oh-

Pairing: Kozume Kenma x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Crack (but i'm not really sure if this is considered crack🧍‍♀️)

Summary: Why doesn't he want to read that viewer's username? Is there something wrong with it?

Note: this is DEFINITELY not the best idea i've ever had. just so u know i don't think i was in the right state of mind when i thought of this fic. this is for one of my besties bc she's a kenmababe lover. and uh don't judge me nothing else was going into my mind when i thought of the username💀u can see i don't work well w fluff

You could live like this forever, you thought.

Spending the night swaddled in blankets and pillows after a long day at work. Watching your boyfriend play Genshin Impact from the side, hidden from his camera's sight, hearing his soft voice answer some questions and thanking tips occassionally.

"Okay, that's the last of it. I might stream tomorrow for a short while. but no promises." A chime. "Uh, I'm not gonna say your username, but thanks for the 5," your boyfriend drawled. Even as the comment spiked your curiosity, you didn't make a move to get out of your little pillowfest. "Wha- no? I don't want to."

Now this prompted you to move a little, eyes squinting over at your boyfriend's screen, trying to make out the comments as they flew by. Which was a hard task considering you were several feet away from his screen and the wordswere oh-so-blurred. "Well... you guys can clearly read for yourselves. Now, I'm off. Thanks, I'll see you guys next time."

Kenma noticed your curious gaze in his peripheral and smiled softly to himself. He proceeded to click off his stream and turn off his computer, gently walking over to you afterwards and plopping on to your frame, which was covered in a fluffy, thick blanket. He snuggled further into you, arms wrapping around your body as much as he can. You immediately freed his hair from the confines of its tie, and began combing through it, eliciting content sighs from your boyfriend once in a while.

"Hey," your boyfriend muttered with a small, sleepy smile.

"Hi," your smaller voice mumbled back, continuing to play with his hair.

After a while, you felt the weight of your boyfriend's head on your chest take its toll.

"Move, please? Your head is heavy... Why are you lying there anyways?"

Kenma looked at you as if you were kidding. "Are you serious?"

"Uh, yes?"

"Dummy. You took all the pillows, so I used you as one. What was I supposed to do?," he mumbled. A light dusting of red took over his features, and you realized he was using this situation to cuddle with you. And even though you wanted to stop yourself, you couldn't help but tease him.

"Aww, are you blushing? It's okay, I don't mind! But come here instead." You cleared out some of the pillows to make a little space on your lap for his head.

"Shut up." Even as he grumbled, he still obliged and laid his head on your lap.

"Ken."

"...Yeah?" He looked at you expectantly.

".....What was the username of the dono you didn't want to say? I wanna know."

His ears bloomed red again, and his eyes went wide. He coughed and tried to hide his face, hoping you wouldn't think much of it and put the topic down. But you don't. You smile at his blatant embarrassment, and he mumbles out a few words you couldn't quite understand.

"Huh? I didn't hear you."

"Are you sure you really want to know?"

"Well, yes? That's why I was asking, dummy."

".....Fine." A quiet mutter comes out.

"What? Say it louder!," you whine, not understanding why he was so hesitant to tell you.

"...I said, sukonmabols!"

"...Huh?"

You didn't understand at first, but the more you repeated it in your head, the more it made sense. By now Kenma's face was burning, and he was glaring at you, gauging your face for a reaction. He was sure you were teasing him.

"Oh."

"Yes, oh."