#i will NOT stop adoring this fanfic

[atsushis-fangs]

Scotland: *locks North inside the car* act like a child, get treated like a child.

North: what? isn't it illegal to lock a child in a car?

@winterwrites23 i saw this quote and thought "yep this is the SoT prologue alright"

[erinwantstowrite]

has lady gotham accepted peter ?

not quite yet, because he hasn't been there long. but she does have a soft spot for heroes, and peter has been so kind to her people so far

[quietly-sleeping]

I'll admit I'm a sucker for qijiu, (this could be my hyperfixation on sy talking), but I think those idiots deserve someone who's brand of chaos isn't murder. Or self sacrifice over deeply internalized guilt.

[hellohellowelcome]

Feeling very optimistic about the final chapter because I am dying for Izuku to finally be able to unpack his feelings about everything he's experienced on his hero journey, and with regards to Katsuki (and All Might, respectfully everybody else get back). We've only gotten very small bits of introspection on his end, and with one chapter left, I hope that it's all given the space it deserves. Shipping aside, bkdk's relationship is core to the series and it would be extremely confusing for hori not to give them some semblance of proper closure or signal as to what their bond is going to evolve into after the events of the story.

(But on the other hand, slightly worried about the pacing based on the last few epilogue chapters...just pictured me sitting, reading, waiting for a bkdk handhold and the here comes cementoss and company for multiple pages 😭)

[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

Hey! Could I request a fic with Bam where the reader is a female skater?

Maggot’s Kiss

Being apart of Tony Hawk’s skate team sounded like a dream to Y/N- that is, until she met Bam, and an innocent thing turns into something darker.

Bam Margera X Fem!Reader

(Fluff, Angst)

2.6k Words

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, jealousy, crude language, very suggestive content, bullying, hate makeouts, nudity, fake dating, flirting, accidental vouyerisim, injury, blood

An: Thank you so much for your request and happy new year!! I decided to combine my love of darker fics and slow burn to create this for your reading pleasure ;) I just love writing banter like what Bam and Y/N have in this fic hehe XD This fic was also inspired by this amazing fic (one of my favorite Jackass fics on this website) by @asskickedbygirl, so please go check her out!! According to one of my beta readers this is one of the steamiest things I have ever written, and that was just based off of the first three paragraphs, so do with that what you will! Anyways, thank you for sending in requests and please keep sending more!! I love to read them and I enjoy writing them even more :)

You hated him. His edgy, crazy, rich boy schtick made you almost embarrassed to be touring with him and the rest of Tony’s team, knowing that no matter what, the spotlight was always on him. It was never Team Adio or Team Element- it was Bam and Company. Every time you saw pre-teens fighting tooth and nail over who got his autograph first or when chicks threw themselves at his feet for a chance to be graced by the presence of his less than average dick (you see a lot being on the same tour bus for two months), you gagged a little. You were seemingly the only person in America that didn’t fall for Bam Margera’s bullshit. Maybe hate was an understatement.

It was the evening before some exhibition you were supposed to do in the parking lot of a mall that you were pondering all of this, seething quietly in the tiny tour bus bunk bed you were trying to get some shut eye in. Trying being the key word, seeing as you weren't very successful at it. Sighing, you wriggled out of your middle row bunk, carefully stepping down and stretching, the claustrophobic sleeping conditions doing nothing for your already not great posture. There was a row of leather seats in the back of the bus you and the guys would usually sit around and play cards in or watch TV when you were on the road that you made your way back to, feeling around in the pitch darkness as a strange chill struck you. The only thing you could see was the glowing, orange tip of a cigarette as you sat down, knowing exactly who it was.

“Close the damn window. S’freezing.” Mumbling, you crossed your legs, tucking your feet into the backs of your knees to warm yourself up. He chuckled, taking another drawl on his cigarette, the embers glowing intensely for a moment before he exhaled, “Might wanna think ‘bout wearin’ a bra ‘round here.” You could practically feel Bam’s eyes on you through the darkness. “I had no idea y’were so fascinated by my tits, Margera.” His last name came out of your mouth like it pained you to say it, acrid on your tongue. Scoffing, you cooed with faux sweetness, sliding closer to him and whispering in his ear, “I-I mean, if you really wanted, y’could give ‘em a feel…” Two can play at that game. Bam found your jab funny, laughing bitterly as he playfully shoved you away, “Oh, no way in hell am I touchin’ you.”

So after a few minutes of small talk, you went back to bed, and so did he, but that exchange didn’t leave your mind. There wasn't an atom in your body that wanted to be felt up by Bam of all people, but you were still pissed that he wrote you off that fast. You saw the girls he took to the bathroom of the tour bus every night and they had nothing on you. Then there was the matter of why he was staring at your tits in the first place. Was he checking you out? Something hot bubbled in your stomach that you were sure was hate at the thought of that. God, it was too late to be thinking like this, you thought, pushing it from your mind and burrowing deeper into your sheets as you tried to get some sleep.

You felt like shit the next day, but the show must go on, three hours of sleep or not. Thankfully, the bus stopped at a Love’s truck stop on the way there- you would be surviving on a gas station coffee and a prayer. Everyone filtered out of the bus, buying snacks and toiletries or whatever they needed. That left you, lingering by the trucker showers with Mike Valley. You split a bag of Hostess Donettes while he waited for his turn, discussing some fight he got into at the bar last night. Smiling, you licked the powdered sugar off of your fingers and joked about it being the breakfast of champions. He laughed, but just as you looked back up from the now empty bag, your eye caught something.

Perfect fucking timing. The door to the men’s swung open at just the right moment for you to see Bam in all his naked glory, thankfully only from behind. It wasn’t rare for you to see him shirtless, especially when you were skating together in the heat of touring season, but you only just now realized how muscular his back was. His tan skin had contours like a bronze sculpture, shitty black fleur de lis tattoos winding down his sides as he toweled away the last glistening remnants of his shower. Before your eyes reached his ass you tore your gaze away, gagging in mock disgust, crumpling up the empty bag and throwing it in the trash.

There was this weird look in Bam’s eye as he handed off the shower key to Tim, taking his place next to you on the beige wall as he pulled his shirt over his head, “You got a little something there.” He gestured to the side of your face and you licked off the remaining powered sugar, cracking a smile as you mumbled, “Oh, fuck off.” Bam held his hands up in mock surrender as you could hear the shower turn on in the other room, the only noise in the otherwise silent hallway, “Hey, no need t’get all defensive! I mean,“ You could feel his long, half-wet hair dangle on your forehead as he leaned in closer, his voice teasing as he reached down to do up his belt, “especially with how you were pervin’ on me in the showers. I’d say you owe me an apology.”

You turned to him, glaring at his stupid grinning face under the fluorescent lights, “First of all, it was an accident. Second of all, I can barely stand the sight of your naked ass without hurling!” He just snickered at your joke that wasn’t even all that untrue as you rolled your eyes to keep them from lingering on the heartagram splayed out on his lower stomach, “And pull your damn pants up. Hope you bust your ass out there today.” Bam shrugged, walking down the skinny hallway, “Sure. Don’t break a nail out there, sweetheart.” That just left you, watching him leave.

The next time you saw pretty boy was under the signing tent, a respite from the blazing sun and asphalt. Your seat just had to be next to Bam, all sweaty and glistening from skating yet somehow not looking as gross as some of the other guys did. MTV star magic, you guessed. You were wondering why the hell you needed to do skate exhibitions in the ass crack of summer when some nerdy looking teen girl handed you a board to sign. Sure, you weren't Tony or Bam, who each had a line of their own nearly twice the size of the rest of the team’s, but you were generally pretty popular. The girl with the glasses was all smiles, leaning in close to you like she was going to ask you something secret, “Hey, I read somewhere that you and Bam, uh- that you had a thing together. Is that really true?”

Bam, who was sitting next to you and well within earshot, scoffed, leaning over with a sneer as you scrawled silver sharpie onto the board, “I’d rather tongue a maggot than Y/N.” You scoffed as you popped the cap back on the pen, “Yeah, the only maggot here’s that thing in your pants.” It was then, as you turned back to the fan who was awkwardly standing there, watching your little lover’s quarrel go down, that you got an idea. A malicious grin spread across your lips as you handed the signed board back to her, “But if you were wondering, I am dating Tim O’Connor. Thanks for being a fan!”

God, if you could see Bam’s face. As much as it pained you to not look over at him, you didn’t, knowing it would be impossible to keep a straight face seeing him all slack jawed. The best part of it was you weren’t dating him- well, not yet, but you didn’t even need to for what you had in mind. Hell, knowing Tim, he’d be game for fucking with Bam any day of the week, even if it mean having to hug and kiss and pretend flirt from time to time. This was the ultimate way to get back at Bam for fucking with you for so long, you thought- your ace in the hole.

You told Tim your plan and he was more than eager to get in on it. You would come up with ideas on the fly whenever you knew Bam was watching, whether it was having you wear one of his shirts on the bus or you giggling when he messed up your hair while you stopped for food on the road, or even the night you shared a bunk- one of your favorites, especially with how pissy Bam looked as he angrily slid the curtain closed on his bed when he saw the two of you. Basically anything you would see in a cheesy romance movie, you did.

But if you thought Bam was a childish asshole before, you had no idea how much worse he could get. No matter where you were, he always seemed to have his eyes on you, glaring under heavy lids across the room. Even though he was still performing well, off the ramps he was this little ball of rage, quietly observing with raised hackles. Gone were the pranks with the team and the playful banter between the two of you. Bam was a tyrant before and even more so now, only a little quieter. He avoided you like the plague, so the only form of communication between the two of you was the sporadic spitting of insults at one another just short of an argument- he’d say something about your appearance, you’d jab at some trick he messed up, and then he’d tell you to fuck off.

His behavior became so uncharacteristic that, at one point, Tony, who was often the only voice of reason, tried to take him to an urgent care because he was obviously sick. Yeah, maybe that’d be a good idea, you thought, a medical professional would probably know how to get that stick out of his ass. No, not in the slightest did you care that you hurt Bammy Boy’s precious little feelings. He was a jerk to everybody, you thought, so he deserved it. It was only after a few weeks of this charade that you started to wonder why the hell he was being such a baby about all this. Bam just seemed to radiate jealousy, especially towards Tim, but there was no way that was the case. It sounded like something straight out of third grade- that boys are mean to girls they like. But, knowing Bam, you couldn’t write that off immediately.

All this tension kept building for a while until it reached a fever pitch. The team had an off day so you all decided to stop by a skate park late in the day to kick back and chill for a few hours before you needed to get back on the road again. The chance to bust out a few tricks without the judging eyes of thousands was a breath of fresh air and everyone was all excited as they filtered out of the bus onto the concrete- that is, everyone except Bam. The little prince of darkness shot you a scowl before he ran off to the bowl with the rest of the guys while you ran off on your own. You were on the mini ramp, enjoying some rare alone time while doing a few simple tricks and thinking about how you could probably run to the Wendy’s across the street to get dinner- one of those baked potatoes would really hit the spot. It was in the midst of that thoughtful silence when you were poised on the coping in a nose stall that the clatter of a board slamming against the ground behind you hit your ears.

You were startled and, turning towards the sound, you felt the ground slip out from under you as you shifted your weight ever so slightly. The world seemed to freeze for a moment as you plummeted to the ground, landing square on the lip with a blunt packing noise, busting your cheek open. The air was knocked out of your lungs as a choked gasp escaped you, reaching up to grasp the raw skin pounded flat against your throbbing cheek bone. Your vision was a blur of orange from the setting sun as you wrenched your eyes open, tilting your head up towards the source of the shadow that looked over you.

“Nice spill.” Struggling to your feet, Bam didn’t even offer to help you, just standing there with his hands in his pockets, watching. Something red hit the concrete when you spit, rubbing off some of the hot liquid from your cheek as your gaze met his, “The fuck’s your problem?” Coughing, your voice was rough, words punctuated by heavy breath as you continued, “You’ve been all pissy for weeks, man. What’s goin’ on?” There was an edge to his voice but he still sounded calm as he reached into his pocket for his pack of Marlboro Lights, still not making eye contact, “Maybe I don’t like seein’ you and Tim eatin’ each others faces- ever thought about that?”

Snatching the cigarette from his fingers, his fingernails painted in that stupid black nail polish he always wore, you growled, “Is that it? Really?” You got all in his angry little face, close enough you could smell the shitty cologne he wore to impress chicks that always made you gag. MTV fuckin pretty boy, always looking his best. Your voice dropped low, murmuring close to his skin, “Maybe you’re just jealous’a him. That he gets to have me and you don’t.” Bam finally met your gaze, staring at you with newfound intensity as the lines between teasing and flirting blurred. He spoke through gritted teeth as he glared down at you bitterly, “Oh yeah? Yeah? You think I can’t fuckin’ have you?” You said nothing, defiant.

Time stood still, but in a second, he was on you. Bam’s hands seized you, tugging you impossibly close to him as his calloused palms traveled up and down your body possessively. It was like something snapped inside of him that was holding him back. You could feel the muscles under his clothes flex as your breath hitched, one of his hands tangling in your hair and pulling you closer. Bam kissed like a starved man, his tongue moving against yours in a lecherous mess of teeth and spit and a little blood on your part. The air swam with a mix of rage and lust as you pulled away from each other after what felt like an hour, catching your breath. Your eyelids fluttered as a weak smile spread across your kiss-sore lips. Whispering under your breath, you leaned your forehead against his, “Holy shit…”

Glancing down at the cigarette still in your hands, you slipped it between your teeth, looking back at him, “Gotta light?”

[imari4444]

This is a really rough sketch of the art I wanted to make for chapter 21. It parallels to the art on chapter 20 in both the event portrayed and the emotion behind them.

I find it absolutely crazy how different my art style changed from June to November wth TOT

But while chapter 20 was a drawing of how I imagined Decarabian defeat looking like back BEFORE I wrote it, depicting Venti’s exhaustion and pity for the storm god, This drawing that was meant to be for chapter 21 was a drawing of Venti mourning the children he lost in battle, holding their spirits (the Windwheel asters) close to his heart.

Anyways Im going to try to post chapter 22 by December 9th but…. No promises chat

[fischiee]

someone tell me why every yorkalina fic explains away the lighter thing as york being a smoker and carolina tries to convince him to stop by taking/being given his lighter...

you're really going to tell me the girl thats hardened by war at 24, has the world's most damaging relationship with her father, and has an addictive obsessive personality ISN'T a smoker like come on...

[tiptoethewordsgo]

we need more sunflower fanfics about them being idiots in love im tired of the ooc angst fics 💔

[hannah-heartstrings]

Snip from the Corruption and Conscience fic where Garrus and Lecrinn met.

I've just written pieces of it here and there, but hopefully this will fit into it when it's finally finished. 😅

@druidx @babyblueetbaemonster @inkysqueed

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            “I was at my wit’s end until you showed up. You are,” he started nervously, “quite honestly, a godsend.” His eyes filled with admiration, looking up to her though the direction was down.

            Lecrinn gave a wide smirk. “Always happy to get in trouble for a good cause.”

            He smiled quickly, it soon falling back into exhaustion. “You won’t get into trouble though,” his voice hardened with determination, “I’ll make sure of it.”

[acediaedeus]

I love, love, LOVE Kubo’s official art of Bleach and a thing I couldn’t help but notice is how similar grimmichi’s styles are, especially when it comes to accessories.

both of them wear a lot of rings and bracelets, chains all around (but those are more of an Ichigo thing, tbh, not a single outfit is complete without at least one chain for that mf), a lot of belts et cetera.

anyway, I just find the idea of them exchanging different accessories and wearing each other’s shit all the time very nice. they’re very far from ‘conventional’ when it comes to being a couple, so their ‘engagement rings’ (no one ever proposes, it’s just a given, they don’t have to ask to know) are a belt from Ichigo to Grimmjow and a chain for a belt from Grimm to Ichigo.

add some magical Kidou wtvr bullshit for those things to contain or be made of their reiryoku/reishi/reiatsu/idfk so they can feel each other when they’re apart (super sappy bs, but I bet Grimmjow especially would be into the idea). the things never come off, obviously. for Ichigo I thought about the chain being around his arm like post-Dangai training when he’s in Soul form and doesn’t have a belt to connect it to.

[candied-mushroom]

Hear me out… Minthe owning a motorcycle

That Persephone rides on the back holding onto her and their both in matching leather jackets

[micaron]

I commissioned the amazing @nuppu-nuppu to draw something inspired from this bkdk fic I wrote and LOOK AT IT IT’S SO BEAUTIFUL!!!❤️😭

[thefuzzzz]

Jasico Bingo Challenge #5!

Prompt: Domestic Fluff

Nico always hated doing the dishes. Something about the chunks of food and boiling water made his skin itch just to think about it.

When he and Jason moved in together, it was made pretty apparent that Nico had an outstanding lack of cooking skills, so he started doing the dishes after dinner to make up for Jason always having to cook.

He hated it every time. However, he never brought it up. He didn't want to make Jason feel bad about him doing the one chore he despised almost every day.

After dinner one late Friday night, Nico tied up his too-long hair into the most pathetic ponytail he'd ever seen and turned on the sink.

Jason, tired from drawing alters all day, padded over on the cold tile and stood behind him. He wrapped his arms around Nico's waist and stooped down to rest his head on the smaller demigod's.

Nico laughed to himself and leaned into Jason's touch. "You're touchy tonight," Nico mumbled, scrubbing a plate. They should really invest in paper plates.

Jason muttered something inaudible. Nico examined the graphite that was almost always on Jason's hands. He should also invest in getting Jason to take more breaks.

Reaching over to place a dish on the drying rack, Nico stifled a sigh. Jason's warmth against him wasn't enough to make this suck any less.

"Thanks for always doing the dishes, Neeks. I know you hate it," Jason muttered, kissing Nico's cheek.

Nico scoffed. "I don't hate it," he said, embarrassed he'd been found out.

"Nico, baby, when you do the dishes you look at them like you're trying to kill them," Jason laughed.

Nico scrunched his nose before laughing along with him. "If you knew I hated it why don't you do it," he laughed, having to put down the dish he was washing to laugh.

Jason laughed more, holding Nico tighter. "You look cute when you're angry," he said.

Nico feigned offense. "You're such a jerk!" he said between giggles, hitting Jason with the wash rag.

After calming down from his laughter a little, Jason decided to add to the offense. "Also, I really like when you tie your hair up. You always do when you do the dishes," he said, still chuckling.

Nico threw his hands up, laughing again. "You could've just asked me to put my hair up!"

"In my defense, I didn't think you would if I asked."

"You're right, I wouldn't. But still!"

Somewhere between laughter and fake arguing, the dishes got done and they retired to their bed.

"I will never forgive you for this betrayal," Nico said, a smile still playing on his lips. He lay with one arm wrapped around Jason's back and the other tangled in his hair.

"You love me," Jason said, tired.

"Not anymore."

They fell asleep soon after. Nico's fingers were still pruny from the dishes, but at least they were also rubbing Jason's scalp.

This is also on AO3:

[hcdragonwrites]

I wrote something original and inspired by JTTW

This however is too big to post to tumblr so I will link my Ao3

ANYWAY ENJOY

[localravenclaw]

When you send a writer a request or prompt and they completely outdo themselves and come up with an absolute masterpiece then go "Oh, I'm so relieved you like it!" like, bro, you could write me one paragraph and I would absolutely be over the moon because you took the time of day to create something, and that for me, is more than enough and I will never ever stop being grateful!

[nothoughtsjusthoffstrahm]

Think I'm gonna rewatch Saw VI and Saw V for chapter 5 of my fanfic once I get some sleep 'cause I finally feel both good enough to write it and am fully back in my Hoffstrahm mood