#i wanna write it so badly

[stonedregulus]

omg PLEASE if you wrote canon compliant ronarry the world would actually explode I think DO IT PLEASE (only if you want to of course, no pressure!)

hmmmmmmmmmmmmm

[reincarnatedintospace]

Aftg/Cyberpunk AU anyone?

So i've been playing Cyberpunk 2077 and now I have a Foxes Night City AU rattling around in my head. I have the perfect idea, that cyberpunk setting just fits so well alright? Just think, the monsters as a merc gang, Wymack leads them, Allison is a ripperdoc, Dan is a netrunner, Renee is also a merc with a conscience, and Nicky owns a bar. Neil as nomad, Andrew as a street kid and Kevin obviosuly comes from corpo.

And I have such a tasty, tormenty idea for the Relic chip. It's too good not to write. if mine adhd will let me. no spoilers though in case I actually write it. someone yell at me so i will.

[ronanlynchbf]

tshirt that says NO LIVE ORGANISM CAN CONTINUE FOR LONG TO EXIST SANELY UNDER CONDITIONS OF ABSOLUTE REALITY

[bbreaddog]

Practising Goncharov Theme by @caramiaaddio on violin bc I thought it would add an extra layer of haunting…ness (is that a word?)

Here’s the excerpt I’m playing in the video:

Despite it being in a fuck off key for violin it is a really beautiful piece and it’s absolutely worth the trouble of practising in second position (world’s most hated position) and I’m HOPING 🤞 I can record and (maybe) post a full cover of it someday

[ardberts]

dress-up estinien | [ 01 / ?? ]

[bluerosefox]

\(=•○•=)/ *shyly posts my Anemo/Genshin older Mirabel idea doodles*

Outfits, outfits, outfits (*▪︎*))

Mirabel owns a small clothing shop in Mond, she used to be part of the Adventurers Guild (ignore the fact I spelt it wrong btw) full time but does odd jobs every so often now. Her 'old' outfit was meant to be her adult outfit and the new one was meant to be her teen years but I liked the teen outfit better and decided to switch them.

She's actually friends with Chiori, they met in Inazuma and Chiori helped upgrade her outfit from the AG uniform (a few months after gaining her vision too). They write to each other and often use Kirara to send other things like fashion samples and trades.

Mirabel's outfit is meant to look like a butterfly wings.

Her shop isn't popular to non-locals but everyone in Mond knows to head to her place if you want something fixed or made.

She is also younger than Diluc, Jean's, and Keaya's ages but older than Bennett, Razor, Fischl.

[kibblz-n-bitz]

Tied Up

Summary: Zoro gives you devious backshots

Warnings: Dom Zoro, Mean Zoro, But he checks up on you afterwards, (because he's a true softie at heart), Edging, Restraints, a bit of mind break, rough sex

Words: 841

You yelp as you feel his rough palm collide with your ass.

"Go on," Zoro lands another hit, "Show me how badly you want my cock."

A sob erupts from your mouth as you shift on your knees clumsily, trying desperately to fuck yourself back on Zoro's thick length. It's sloppy and uncoordinated, it's hard to find a rhythm with your hands tied behind your back. You end up cockwarming him, his cock twitching and leaking precum against your walls. You whimper, "Z-Zoro-hh"

Another smack! "Try again."

"Daddy," You warble, desperate to cum. "Please... haah-... please fuck me Daddy please." You squirm against your restraints, against the rope tied around your wrists.

Zoro chuckles darkly at the sight of you. You look pathetic. Moaning and writhing on his cock, your pussy fluttering around his length. He's decided he's teased you long enough, if his leaking cock had anything to say about it. He was just as desperate to cum as you were. It's just... he loved the way you looked when you were fucked stupid, begging for his cum.

Zoro clicks his tongue. "Poor thing..." He sighs mockingly. He reaches down to brush your hair out of your face. You sniffle and look back at him, teary eyed. "You want daddy's cock that badly, huh?"

Whining, you nod, your words failing you. The swordsman had brought you to the brink of orgasm only to pull out and leave you a sobbing mess, repeating the process multiple times. Your brain was fried, only able to babble nonsense or beg for Zoro to have mercy on you. Especially now, with your wrists tied together, you were helpless.

Zoro shushes you, running a hand along your backside soothingly. Surprisingly kind despite nature of your actions. It doesn't last long though, not when he grabs you from where your hands are tied together, pulling you back on his length. You moan like a bitch in heat.

The swordsman wears a wolfish grin as he starts fucking you. Your mind goes blank and your eyes roll back into your head, you're finally being fucked the way you want. The tip of Zoro's cock hits the deepest parts of you, kissing your cervix each time he bottoms out.

"Filthy fuckin' whore." Zoro grunts, huskiness in his voicr giving away the amount of pleasure he was feeling too. "Y're so desperate. Betcha love getting fucked stupid on my cock, huh?"

You twitch in oversensitivity as he knocks your g spot with each thrust. Squirming, you try and lean away from the overwhelming pressure. Zoro growls at that, giving you a harsh tug on your restraints at the same time as he lands a particularly harsh thrust. You cry out, pussy clenching down on his cock.

"Quit runnin'." Zoro grunts. He lands another swat at your ass. "You asked for it, so fuckin' take it."

And take it, you do. You could feel your climax approaching as quickly as it faded last time. And, judging by the way he switched from quick, shallow thrusts to long, deeper ones- you were sure Zoro knew it too. Your pussy fluttered, clenching and squeezing around his cock, you were fit to burst.

Leaning down to nip at your ear, Zoro rumbles. "Y'gonna cum?" You sob, nodding and drooling against your pillow. His earrings clink together as he fucks into you. "So pathetic. You can go ahead, but I'm not stopping."

Zoro's rough words combined with the barely-there stimulation of his balls hitting your pussy have you screaming, your legs kicking out underneath you. Zoro groans as your pussy tightens, squeezes, and then gushes around his cock. However he stays true to his word and fucks you through it, barely giving you time to come down from your state of euphoria. "Fuck... That's it- hnnh"

You're whining as you tremble in overstimulation, pussy quivering. The added wetness from your orgasm drips against your sheets. Your chest is heaving as you try to catch your breath. Drool drips from your mouth onto your pillow. Your eyes are hazy, unfocused; mind blissfully blank.

Your world shifts and suddenly your flipped onto your back, hands free and legs wrapped around the man above you. He kisses you deeply, passionately, but you're clumsy in reciprocating the act. He pulls back as he rubs his angry red tip through your soaked folds.

"Checking in." He brings a hand to your face, tilting our head up. You look him in the eyes. "You okay?"

You stretch your arms, and nod, bringing them up to wrap around his neck. With a pleased sigh you kiss at his face, and he chuckles. A pleased grumble vibrates from his chest. "Good." He kisses your face again. "Such a good slut for me."

With that, he pushes his fat cock into you again, wasting no time in resuming his earlier pace. He nips and sucks at your throat. You moan and tug at his hair, overwhelming pleasure and warmth coursing through your veins.

"Take it like the good little slut you are, yeah?"

[purplink8]

Currently in mood of reading a fanfic about- Light in a misguided attempt at making his repressed gay feelings towards L go away writing a slow burn Kira/L fanfic, L is a serial commentor of course (who's also a personal favorite commentor of Light), Nobody knows each others' identities and that somehow ends up with Light & L getting together irl??

[juustozzi]

soccer club shenanigans! also, don't mind the alt uniforms, these were drawn while I was writing and while they're not exactly fic art they share the vibe

[frownyalfred]

To clarify about my new fic: I think it takes place in a world where Lex is less of a threat initially, and more obsessed with Superman than he is with anything super evil. Clark convinced Bruce to hint at their identities to try and convince Lex to “stop digging” before it turns into something the JL actually has to address with force.

[wow-thisismylifeiguess]

something something, rich son soap getting kidnapped by a group who want money, ghost is part of that group and got tricked by an old acquaintance into helping, didn’t realize who the target was and ends up being subjected to a soap who’s not scared at all and keeps flirting w him despite the danger he’s in

cut to price and gaz, soap’s bodyguards, busting in and saving their boss by killing everyone else in the room. before price gets a chance to fire a shot at ghost, soap yells at him to stop

“not him, he’s coming home with me”

“you sure about that, sir? what about-“

“they didn’t tell him shit, so he’s innocent anyway”

before ghost has a chance to make a quick getaway, gaz knocks him out and ghost wakes up hours later in a room w the tables turned. he’s tied to a chair with soap sitting directly across from him, legs crossed and looking at ghost w a friendly smile despite their positions

“welcome back, simon. i have a proposition for you”

[kozumesphone]

oc 1: “may I please get some personal space?—”

oc 2: *clinging onto oc 1’s hand, skipping* “no 🫶”

[auspicioustidings]

Ae Fond Kiss - Part 6

Despondency

Summary: Everything blows up. Words: 1.6k TWs: reference to miscarriage

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6

When you first woke up you were unaware that yesterday your world had just stopped. You wondered why you were cold when usually your husband stayed in bed with you until you woke up and him holding you always made things a perfect temperature. 

And then it all came back and you shot out of bed like a bullet. You needed to get to Joe. This was never how you wanted him to find out who his father was, and you felt like the worst mother on the planet for letting him be sent away after such a traumatic revelation. You needed to apologise and see how he was doing, sit down and talk with him before anything else. 

Fuck you felt old and worn beyond your years. But you fought the despondency, your kid needed you. You loved Simon and you loved Johnny, but they would always come second to your son and you were so sure they would not have it any other way. 

The moment you stumbled out of the bedroom you heard the arguing. 

“She’s my fucking wife! Yer a shite best friend LT, how could ye?”

You probably should have gotten some context before inserting yourself in the conversation but you were hardly thinking before you barrelled down the stairs and into the heart of it. They needed to calm down. Everyone needed to be thinking first and foremost of the brilliant little boy caught in the middle. 

“I- we never would have if we knew you were alive Johnny! I wouldn't betray you like that and neither would he! He was your best friend, please, you know he wouldn't hurt someone he loves like that.”

“Aye, we naw counting Las Almas then?”

Johnny knew it was cruel, but he had become a cruel man in Russia. He had to be. He had used so many cruel truths over the past decade to prove himself. But you were not the acceptable collateral he had just made of you to hurt Simon. Simon may not have loved you yet back when he had betrayed you, but the betrayal stood all the same.

He looked like the Ghost he called himself, pale and sickly. So he hadn't told you then. He had married you without ever telling you how his hands had pushed at your husbands shoulders to get him to present properly so he could take him deeper. How his cock had spilled filthy promises inside of him as his tongue dripped with the honey of confession. If I had known I would have scared her off at the start. If I had known what it'd feel like to watch you fall in love with someone else.

“No, fuck no princess that is not what he's talking about. I promise you that's not what he means.”

Johnny looked at you and saw the horror on your face. Not just horror though. Guilt. That was definitely guilt.

“What is it ye think I mean exactly?” he growled, starting to lose himself to the anger of the moment. 

“I- I-” you stuttered out, clearly in a panic. 

He came to the wrong conclusion.

“It was Simon I sent tae tell ye I was hurt… ye didn't get back to base until the day after” he said, almost startled at the realisation of what he thought he had uncovered. 

“Jesus fuck! I was in the med bay and ye needed someone tae get ye through was that it? A moment of weakness? Didnae even think tae tell me even when I asked ye tae marry me or when ye got pregnant with our son?!”

Somewhere in the depths of his mind he knew that they were the words he had been screaming at himself for over a decade. The words he tried to reassure himself with even when they weren't true. Simon had never been a moment of weakness. Looks like he hadn't been for you either. That’s what made him so angry, that he couldn’t even blame you.

The Simon he knew would have become Ghost on him by now. He’d be scruffed by the neck and growled at to calm down. But this was not quite the Simon he knew. Instead of paying any mind to him, he was desperately holding your face with complete tenderness, trying to block Johnny out. You looked… well now that Johnny was trying to figure out what the fuck was happening, you looked ruined. 

Surely he must be right then? What else could have happened on a night where Simon stayed over. Fuck he was a hypocrite. He knew it and it made him so goddamn mad at himself. Typical John MacTavish, hurting everyone around him. He choked back panic and got out of there fast before his anger could turn back on himself in front of two of the people he loved most in the world.  

– 

Simon couldn’t worry about Johnny right at that moment. His priority was you because he knew exactly what you had taken from that outburst. Fuck. You thought Johnny was angry at you over the miscarriage. 

“Hey it’s ok, breathe for me.”

“I- he- it was all my fault. I should have done something differently. I should’ve known earlier so I wasn’t drinking and was eating right.”

He couldn’t do it. He had thought about it, letting you believe that’s what had made Johnny mad.

“He thinks we slept together that night.”

He saw the confusion. Of course you’d be confused because why would Johnny ever think that? Only what you didn’t know was that he already knew he was capable of fucking people he shouldn’t be. He thought about saving himself. He had no guarantee he would ever get to hold you again if you knew what he had done, how selfish he had been. Johnny had shown him that ring and he had lost it. Changed nothing that he was stupidly in love with the idiot, he wasn’t his to love. Maybe you weren’t either. 

“I fucked him in Las Almas” he said, blunt and clear. 

You blinked at him, shocked still. It took a moment to even figure out what those words meant because surely not. There was no way that while you were at home going through the most traumatic period of your life alone that your husband was sleeping with his best friend. There was no way that said best friend was then the one to comfort you about it with the taste of your husband still on his tongue. 

And then Johnny had… that motherfucker had come back from the dead and acted like you were the one in the wrong for falling in love after he faked his own death? He hadn’t even asked about his son. His son who had his eyes and his laugh and his temper. No, he had swanned in like he hadn’t broken your heart and acted like you had no right to move on when he had cheated and lied. 

Maybe you should have been angry at Simon and you were sure that would come later, but right now you were storming after the fucking idiot trying to run away from his problems without even responding to your husband (second husband perhaps, you wondered vaguely if you were now breaking the law, not that it mattered when you were about to murder the first one).

“John MacTavish you get your arse back here!”

Johnny’s anger sparked against your tone and he turned himself right around. You wanted a fight? Oh he was ready for a fight. If he was honest with himself hearing you sound so angry was a relief after seeing the look on your face before.  

“Right then, let’s dae this!”

You turned the corner in a fury. He was taken aback. He had seen you mad, had yelling matches with you, but this was something altogether different. It scared the shit out of him. 

“Sure let’s. While you were busy sleeping with your superior officer I was losing our first baby all by myself. You then sent that superior officer to tell me you were hurt and I wanted to die. He stayed with me because I wasn’t in any state to be alone, but unlike you I was fully sincere when I told you I loved you so I didn’t do anything with him!”

Johnny was frozen in place as was Simon who had just come around the corner to join them. 

“I was so ashamed that I had lost our baby that I never told you any of it because I couldn’t stand you hating me. And then Joey came and I loved the family we had built so much. He’s a great kid by the way, not that you’ve bothered to ask. And you left me alone with him when I didn’t know what I was doing. You made that choice. I didn’t think I was going to survive losing you. At one point I was so sure I would give him up because he deserved so much more than me. But I survived it all and I raised him to be kind and brave and honest because those were all the things that made me love his father. They were all the things his step-dad was too. But the two of you lied the whole time.”

You were crying you knew, so angry and hurt that everything was spilling over. 

“Get out. Both of you.”

“Princess…”

“Bonnie…”

“Get the fuck out!”

You didn’t look at them as they left. You didn’t have it figured out yet, but you had survived worse than this and you would continue to survive. Now you just had to get your head back on straight and go get the one person in this situation who had done nothing to cause it and deserved every answer that he wanted. If you had to live the rest of your life with an irreparably broken heart then so be it, you weren’t the one that mattered here.

[wikitpowers]

blackstairs is such an amazing ship idc what anyone says (still mind-blowing that someone can dislike them fr wtf)

i'm a SUCKER for friends-to-lovers (more like parabatai-to-lovers in this case, but u know what i mean...) and i love that trope so badly and it fit them so well ahhhh

and the slow burn and mutual pining just made their relationship even more intense and interesting (not to mention the forbidden romance hello?!?)

every single scene of theirs is immaculate idfc

artists: @oblivionsdream, @ella_j.osse, @gatovtina + @polarts_

[a-stitch-in-time-and-space]

kira's ongoing narrative in relation to cardassia and post-genocide complication of easy stories -- not, of course, that it was not genocide, but that some people she thought of as enemies were allies, and many people who were a part of the oppressing forces, were later, in turn, the victims of a mass attempted-genocide

and the idea that she, personally, cannot hate every individual cardassian, because she genuinely wants to build and heal and what that looks like, versus many (understandably) traumatised bajorans who are still and will always be at war

it's such a complicated, ongoing, twisty-turny storyline that returns again and again, with dukat, with garak, with ghemor, with damar, with ziyal, with rugal (although he and kira don't really interact, but in terms of the wider complexity of bajoran-cardassian interactions), with marritza (I've forgotten characters I know it -- there's natima as well, although I don't think she and kira interact?)

and then her ongoing narrative related to healing vs punishment vs power with -- yes li nalas and bareil, with winn and opaka (battle lines really is the first realisation I think of kira's needs and ongoing journey), with the people she was in the resistance with, some of whom are trying to create new lives some of whom cannot, ziyal again...

i also wonder about a stitch in time, and the knowledge that cardassia's rich, spiritual life was all but stamped out by a military dictatorship, and how kira would feel about this/whether she would feel a connection with the underground religious space that survived despite it

i think the reason it (mostly, let's not go into the storyline with her mother) works is that it's something her narrative returns to over and over, like a worried tooth, not necessarily in a single straight line, but via individual stories from many directions, with this understanding that she's at the centre of this massive change and she may have to take on a leadership position in order to facilitate and hold together bajoran ideals and culture and history and pain and hope through that, and bit by bit she grows into that role. and in some ways it doesn't come across as conscious, but it builds up slowly like drops accumulating, until there's a picture there

it's so so good, and imo the most complete/successful storyline given to a character in ds9 (I think nog-and-rom as a somewhat more intimate ongoing push-and-pull storyline, and also benjamin sisko on a macro spiritual level have a similar kind of thorough exploration, if different in focus, and also - to an extent - odo). my one big thing with kira's narrative is consistently how they handled ziyal, that is my personal biggest detractor. shocking because -- perhaps with benefit of hindsight, perhaps with a little less sexism idk -- there were so many ways they could have gone with ziyal, it seemed obvious while i was watching, and yet

[thegirlsarethriving]

just finished undertale. ok i see the vision. i now understand yall's Sans-to-Benrey obsession pipeline. and the Papyrus-to-Tommy Coolatta pipeline