#i will say that i had so much fun drawing the hands

[lady-of-tearshed]

Checkmate

Pairing: Eris x female!Reader

Summary: You are playing chess against Lucien, and it's getting late.

Word count: 660 words

Warnings: None

Dividers made by @tsunami-of-tears ❤️

Lucien Vanserra is a ruthless player when it comes to chess. 

His moves are unpredictable and unsettling, leaving an opening only to pounce back on his opponent. He tricks them, hunts them down. 

You knit your eyebrows as you watch him move his pawn forward, leaving his queen exposed to your bishop. 

“The hells are you trying to do here…” You mutter under your breath, looking up to your brother in law’s relaxed face. 

He tilts his head to the side, a feline grin creeping up his face as he slouches into his seat. “Come on, Y/N. Try something.” 

“I think this game as been going on for long enough, brother,” Eris grumbles from the loveseat couch. He stretches like a lazy cat, then places a bookmark in his book before setting it down on the coffee table. “Come to bed now, my heart.” 

“I’m not tired yet!” You speak behind your hand, trying to stifle a yawn. 

Eris gives you a knowing look, then stands up from his seat. 

He walks the few steps separating you then scoops you up into his arms without acknowledging Lucien’s presence for one second. 

“We weren’t done playing!” Lucien whines, standing up as to stop Eris from taking his source of entertainment away. 

“You, go back to your own female. I reckon you still have some mate stuff to figure out, brother.” 

Lucien swears and blushes madly as Eris winnows out of the drawing room, leaving him behind with an unfinished chess game and the crackling fire living in the hearth. He had been courting his mate, Elain Archeron, for years now. It is fair to say that his rate of success with her as been miserable, compared to his prodigious success with chess. 

—

The familiar scent of incense and something spicy, cinamon, perhaps, welcomed you as the room falls into place. 

Eris–yet to let your feet touch the ground– sighs as he makes his way to your matrimonial bed. Gently, as if you’re made of porcelain, he lays you atop of it. 

His deft finger easily win the fight against the multiple ties and claps securing your corset onto your body, and the relief you feel as it releases you is so intense that your eyes nearly roll at the back of your head. 

“No thank you for saving your pretty ass today, my darling mate?” Eris smiles down at you, your ankle lazily resting on his shoulder as he undoes the laces of your chic leather boots. 

“Mmmh? When?” The question almost sounds like a purr, your eyes already dropping from sheer exhaustion as you let your mate ready you for bed. 

“With Lucien.”

“All you did, my love,” You grunt as you lift yourself on your shoulders, “Was ruin my fun.” 

Eris scoffs, letting your leg fall before reaching down to hook the other one above his shoulder, getting rid of your other boot. “Oh, absolutely. You were having so much fun losing,” He ticks his tongue, a sly grin on his lips. His fingers are massaging your calf to keep you quiet and content while he speaks. “If you had attacked his queen with your bishop, his king would’ve attacked it back. It would’ve left you with only your king, a bishop, and some pawn to finish this game. You were screwed, and bound to lose.” 

He sighs, shaking his head as he puts your leg down, crawling up between your legs to rest his body atop of yours. His lips find the sharp curve of your jaw, nipping at the skin as you grumble instead of assuming that, yes, he is right. “Your game was terrible, my heart.”

“Shut up…” 

“Such kind words.” He teases back.

You get rid of the extra layers of clothing remaining on your bodies in silence, then without another word, only loving kisses, the two of you slide under the soft bedsheets and fall asleep in the safety of each other’s arms.  

Eris Vanserra taglist:

ACOTAR general taglist: @mybestfriendmademe @lilah-asteria @acotar-lover @paige0103 @princesssunderworld

[floatmeintothesun-2]

put a bow on it

tags - mark grayson x f!reader, blow jobs, 18+, short drabble

summary - just a little bit of fun between you and mark. You do indeed put a bow on it ;)

cw - MINORS DNI, NSFW CONTENT

—

"This is so stupid."

"No, no, just humor me, babe."

"I did. I am. and now I'm saying it's stupid." Mark huffs crossing his arms and looking away from you. as if that will somehow hide his blush. Embarrassed. When you had brought it up earlier, he had just made a face and shrugged. He’s getting flustered now. You put a hand on his thigh to keep him still and he sighs, letting you do as you want.

And currently, you're doing exactly that. sitting pretty between your boyfriend's spread legs as he reclines back on your couch, hiding the flush on his cheeks with an exasperated hand. his cock is right in front of your face, thick and pretty and dripping with desperation.

Tantalizingly, it twitches in front of your face as you delicately peruse the soft, silk ribbons you bought specifically for this. The ten dollars costed for this was definitely well spent, you think as you lightly wrap a warm palm around him. Your other hand busies itself selecting a ribbon — pale pink and shimmery.

His eye twitches and you suppress a smirk as the muscles in his abdomen flex. Have you mentioned how good he looks? Have you mentioned the way that gorgeous flush compliments his pale features, dusting his cheeks and the tip of his dick?

“This one’s cute, isn’t it?” You ask, and he presses his lips together, eyes narrowing slightly.

“You’re enjoying this too much.” He accuses, not answering your question. Still though, he doesn’t move away as you wrap the thin, flimsy thing around his cock. His adams apple visibly bobs as he wrinkles his nose against the feeling. You coax him from softening with a few gentle pumps, earning a low hum from Mark.

“Maybe.” You acknowledge vaguely, neatly tying off the bow. Cute.

His neglected dick twitches when you press a kiss to the tip, and he inhales slowly. Your hand has never stopped it’s relentless up and down, and you know it’s torturing him. A pink tongue darts out to wet his lips and you hear his breath hitch. Hook.

Slowly, you draw your own tongue in a slow, lazy circle, pushing back the foreskin with a quick thumb. Salty, warm, a little soapy from whatever he used to wash himself — you entertain yourself by slowly moving down the shaft. Your cunt aches with every strained noise that escapes him, and you trace the veins arching up the thick flesh. Up and down you go, neatly avoiding disturbing the little bow. His jaw clenches when you take the tip into your mouth. Line.

“Fuuuck.” He whispers, staring up at the ceiling, hands clenched into the cushions. His hips rock up into your hot mouth, inching into the delicious wet heat that has him shivering. Sends ripples down his spine, electrocutes him from the inside out. His brain feels fried — frizzled. He can’t think about anything but the feeling of your mouth on his cock and that stupid bow on his dick that shouldn’t even be doing anything to him —

Shit. You’ve barely taken more than a couple inches, why is this affecting him so much?? It’s embarrassing, the way you unravel him so easily. Maybe it’s the way you look at him with those pretty eyes of yours. Maybe it’s the way you draw up and down his shaft. Maybe it’s the way you’re reaching down to touch his balls and — oh, oh damn.

Your smile is devilish. Sinker.

Suffice to say, the bow doesn’t survive the way Mark thrusts up into your mouth. Neither does your pussy when it comes to its turn.

—

wowza this was sitting in my drafts since 2023 lol. Sorry for any spelling mistakes, I’m not a native English speaker

[demon-at-peace]

DC + DP JLD Danny

DC + DP JLD Danny

Danny has to make money somehow right? So he become a cult circle advisor, need help with a spell, incantation, drawing runes? Just call him right up, he even offers classes for beginners.

Naturally he encounters JLD and they are pissed. He’s the reason satan is getting called so often, he’s the reason why they have so many issues? But it’s a perfectly legal business operation, so to prevent their problems, they hire him. He teaches newer magicians, older magicians, he’s the official translator and teacher for the JLD.

The younger heroes love him, he doesn’t pester you, doesn’t scold you if you call the wrong inter-dimensional being. He brings snacks, and hangs up their art, he’s fun. The adults disagree. He scolds them, scowls at them, and most of all pranks them.

The first time a wormhole swallowed them up they freaked, until they saw the “Pranked ya” sign. To the JL Danny with his insufferable Midwest manners is horrible. But ultimately the best at occult stuff so they can’t fire him. Also because he would be right back to making money through cults.

I eventually they call him in to summon “the king of the infinite realms” a title he dumped of Pandora while he was at college. He’s nervous, but does the summoning anyway, because what else is he supposed to do? He needs to pay his bills.

She pops up in her wrath and looks ready to smite them. Before she realizes who they are.. “are you those heroes phantom loves?” Danny groans shrinking into himself, of course she wouldn’t recognize them for saving the world. No just his fanboying. Or should he say Phan-boying?

“A ways unfortunately the king decided to take a vacation in your realm so you won’t be able to contact him,” she groans. “Very nice circle though,” she hums as she looks at it in admiration. Then he eyes widen in understanding.

Then her head snaps up and she looks right at him, “Phantom, you look positively dashing, and Wulf certainly taught you how to do circle wonderfully!” She cheerfully floats over to him. Danny groans.

“Pandora I was supposed to be disguised! Now I have to configure a brand new identity!” He glares at her.

“Right sorry, I forgot the pains of maintaining a mortal identity.” Pandora hums

“Your phantom?” The bat asks. Crap now the justice league is glaring at him!

“Yeah?” He whines staring at them pitifully. He really wanted to finish college. “What?” Green Arrow jumps.

“sure am,” Danny sneers glaring at him. “What? You think ‘he should have told us’?” Danny mocks him. “As if you snobby bag of shit, we learned you know, I’m not dumb enough to let us get hurt!” Danny glares at them.

Pandora sighs, grabbing Danny’s hands, “look they might not know, the acts were kept on the down low;” she soothes. “Just hear them out; they did summon you;” she lets go when Danny nods.

“Fine, what do you want?” Danny crosses his arms, and looks like phantom. The JL stares at him in horror, and he looks remembers, the scars.

He’d panicked when he first saw them asked why they hadn’t healed. Frostbite told him they’d last as long as the trauma did, ghosts were creatures of emotions after all.

“What do you want?” He repeats glaring at them. They seem unnerved, shifting uncomfortably and exchanging glances.

”We were hoping you would deal with a ghost-“ Batman starts.

”Where are they?” Danny cuts him of. Looking around as if they’d randomly appear.

”Currently terrorizing LA with plants.” One of the leave members groans. “We thought is was poison ivy at first-“

“of course it’s f*cking undergrowth!” Danny groans. “Well bye, for good I guess,” he turn to Pandora, “Thank you sooo much for blowing my identity.”

the ghost wilts glowing a little less brightly “Sorry Phantom.”

“It’s fine,” he snaps his fingers and a portal forms.

“Wait! for good?” Superman asks, “Why?”

Danny looks at him in confusion, “I lied, and I’m an eldritch being, “ he sighs “I mean I’ve dealt with it before, I’ll just had back to the realms.”

”Stay,” to Danny’s surprise it’s the bat who says this. “We already have other eldritch beings,” he sighs.

“Maybe,” Danny smiles and steps through the portal, his eyes twinkling like stars.

—-

Why Pandora? Cause I was like ember would do that, but why would she be regent? So I chose her. Also do I sound American? Cause someone asked me if I was from like Texas on one of my fics, and I was like do I really sound that American?

Also idk how this works but I’d like people to know I’m totally open to asks, like idk if you have to say so or not so I just thought would.

Bye :)

[softtdaisy]

Ali!!! CONGRATS ON 2K *ask explodes with confetti* I'm so proud of you!!! 💖💖💖

You know I'm not too much into your guys, but I thought maybe I could give you a song and you pick the boy you want and write something for yourself? Would that be okay?

My song pick would be "Juno" from the queen herself, Sabrina. Because it gets stuck in my head time and time again and it's just SO GOOD! I played DJ, now you go pick the man candy 😉 love ya!!!

summary. you want a baby with Hotch. that's it, that's the story.

words count. 2 595

song. juno by sabrina carpenter

a/n.  hi baby i love you too!!! at first i really wanted to wait for this request and see who i want to write for depending on the other requests but the idea of writing this with hotch stayed on my mind and i had so much fun writing it 🩷

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It all started with four words.

“I want a baby.”

It wasn’t the first time the thought went through your head. But this simple evening spent with Hotch and Jack just chatting and eating together like a family did something to you. These moments were precious to you. When you started dating two years ago, you feared you might never find your place in their dynamic. You didn’t want to just become the step mother; you wanted to have a real place. 

And you found it. 

Jack had gone to sleep; Hotch was on the couch finishing something on his computer, and you put on the fridge a drawing the boy did of the three of you. You were a family. But you couldn’t help but imagine what it would be to add a new member.

So you walked to Hotch and sat next to him on the couch. Without taking his eyes off the screen, he put a hand on your thigh and started caressing it softly. You loved this man. Clearly more than yesterday but less than tomorrow. It has been like that since your first date, a made-up one by JJ and Rossi, who knew each one of you and considered you would make a great match.

Sure, it hasn’t always been easy. The single-father situation, the work that put you apart more than once, or the age gap. This one wasn’t even a problem for you. But how you hated the look some people would give you when you walked together. But you worked it out. So perfectly that none of you could imagine a life without the other in. 

“Aaron,” you whispered, bringing a hand to his neck and caressing his jaw softly. He raised an eyebrow as an answer, and you realized how hard it was for him sometimes to put the boss manners away. “I want a baby.” 

He didn’t say anything at first. He simply closed his laptop, slowly, and put it away. Then he turned to you, frowning. “You want a baby?”

You shook your head with a soft smile on your face. Now that the place was free, you climbed on his lap. His eyes didn't leave you, and you saw the amused look growing on him. You always seemed to win his heart one way or another, like you didn’t have it already.

“I mean, one of me is cute, but two of me?” you said, sliding a hand under his shirt. There was something special you loved in feeling his body under your fingers, the way it told his story. From the dad bob he couldn’t fight anymore—especially because you were its biggest defender—or the scars that faded but were still there. You loved him in his entirety, and you refused the idea of giving the world another piece of Aaron Hotchner. 

“That’s your argument?” he laughed, trying to ignore the bulge growing in his pajamas. He knew you could feel it too. Oh, he knew from the very subtle way you were moving your hips. Almost imperceptible but very much real.

You started to kiss his face, starting from his cheek—giving special attention to the mole you loved so much—to his lips. “Don’t try to pretend it’s not a good one,” you whispered. Your kisses glided to his jaw and his neck, the special spot he couldn’t resist. You heard it in his whisper; you felt it in the way his hands moved on your back, sliding under your shirt.

You were right. For Hotch, the idea of taking care of another you was convincing enough. 

He had thought about this already. He simply didn’t want to be the one giving you the idea. You would be the one carrying a child; he could only support you. And as he was getting older, he didn’t know what to think about being a dad again at this age. 

But knowing you wanted it too changed the whole perspective.

As a responsible father already, because he still had one child sleeping in this apartment right now, Hotch carried you to the bedroom to start the whole Juno plan.

The thing was, he didn’t actually realize how invested you were in this project until it became a habit he had to add to his agenda. Not that he complained. Not at first. 

You started by looking for every little moment where you could try. When you went to sleep at night and sometimes when you woke up with him before he left for work. 

The shower when he came back from the bureau and you could do something quick—but this one was already a favorite before you tried for pregnancy. You couldn’t resist looking at Hotch relaxing with the water falling on him.

The problem was that trying this hard made you even more horny for him. 

You came to see him at the bureau once or twice—or thrice—to have some let’s-try-for-pregnancy brunch. Maybe this was also an answer to an unspoken fantasy of having sex with the boss; who knew?

Hotch wouldn’t admit it, but the car sex was also an idea that had been growing in his mind. So he didn’t complain when you asked him to pull over after a date at the restaurant. Neither did he when you unzipped his pants. But neither did he look for an explanation when someone from the team mentioned the fingerprints on the car window.

And then there were the few days when Jack wasn’t home, especially during weekends, when you both agreed that it was the perfect moment to try.

“I feel like a Sims that a player kept asking to woo-hoo for pregnancy,” you laughed once after Hotch just finished inside you again.

At least you were lying in bed, making it easier to cuddle against him. And that was maybe your favorite part in all this. The moment when he would just bring you against him for a hug, his arm holding you firmly. Hotch loved to close his eyes and kiss your hair during these moments, appreciating that he had everything he wanted right here with him.

“At least you’re not stuck in the pool without a ladder,” he replied with a laugh. He watched you as you turned around suddenly, your chin right in his chest, to look at him with a funny expression. 

“Did you play the Sims without me, Aaron Hotchner?” And he laughed again at your accusation—that was indeed right since he played with Jack a long time ago. “I can’t believe it.” You sighed, moving your head to rest your cheek on his skin. And he kept playing with your hair, promising that he would play with you too.

If he ever finds the time too. 

Because now all his free time seemed dedicated to giving you a baby.

“You look…exhausted.” 

Hotch didn’t realize Rossi was still in the room after everyone left.

He couldn’t deny his comment; he kept yawning during the meeting—something he hated. He had always been the first one to point out how important it was to appear concerned and that a tired member wasn’t effective to a team.

And there he was. Tired because he spent yet another evening making love to you.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” he mumbled, collecting the paper on the table to distract Rossi. And mostly to hide his face. He could feel the heat on his cheek; of course he was blushing at the memory of your body against him. Oh, he loved how you cherished moaning his name low but right in his ear, but it made it even hard to focus on something else when he remembered it.

But one thing about David Rossi was that you could never fool him that easily.

“You’ve got dark eyes, but your eyes are glossy, and you’ve got that permanent little smile.” Rossi pointed out, walking closer to him. “You, my friend, are having a wonderful intimate life these days; am I wrong?”

Hotch sighed with a little laugh in it, because of course his friend would notice that type of stuff. He turned around, having no point in hiding anymore. “It’s inappropriate, Dave.”

“Is it wrong, Aaron?” he replied, crossing his arms and waiting for an answer.

He could have escaped this, pretending it was nothing or that he didn’t want to talk about it. Rossi would have respected that. 

But Hotch gave a look at the closed door and considered that maybe it would be nice to talk about it with someone.

“We are trying to have a baby,” he finally confessed. And Hotch had to admit it was a relief to finally tell someone. Suddenly it wasn’t just you and his wish; it became something real. A plan for the future.

He saw the sudden joy on Rossi’s face, mixed with a surprised expression. 

It was no secret that time was flying, and ever since he knew Hotch, especially since they started to work together again, he never considered that he would want another child. His friend was an amazing dad, but life hadn’t been easy on him. And starting over the whole parenting was a real challenge that didn’t seem impossible, especially not for the two of you, but not the easiest either.

“And trying is tiring?” He teased with a smile, and Hotch really considered for a second leaving him alone in the meeting room and acting like nothing happened. “Come on, I’ve been married; I know what it is.”

“It’s important for her. For me too, of course,” he corrected himself. “But that’s basically the only thing we did these past three months when we were alone. And I’m not sure I have the physical condition anymore.” Hotch couldn’t contain his smile watching Rossi having fun about the situation.

It was funny; he couldn’t deny it. Him, being close to fifty, having sex like a teenager, and not being able to follow his younger girlfriend anymore. But there was this very small part of him that was whispering something he didn’t like. 

Something that Rossi seemed to hear, no matter how low that little voice was. 

“She won’t get mad at you if you decide to have a break, you know that, right?” 

Hotch focused on his paper again—these damn papers. He couldn’t even remember what they were about because of the memory of your lips going down on him. Because he hated having this insecure feeling. “We want this baby.”

“And you will have one, somehow and someday. But do you want to have an attack before you get to meet your baby?”

This stayed with Hotch the rest of the week.

Not the attack part; he knew he was still in good health. He did some tests not long ago, and nothing was worrying.

But the fear of disappointment. That was something that Hotch always struggled with, but even worse after his divorce. Like he had no certainty that you would stay with him, even if you kept saying you would.

Hotch was surprised when he arrived at home on Friday to see your apartment had become some kind of fancy restaurant.

Well, not that surprised because that was typically the type of thing you loved to make for him.

The candles were lit, the table was dressed, and you were stunning, wearing his favorite dress. 

“Mister Hotchner,” you welcomed him, putting a kiss on his lips and leaving red lipstick stains on them. It was one of your favorite looks on your fiancé. 

“What’s the occasion?” he asked. And the look you gave him let him know that it was actually just the premise of another night of the two of you alone together here. 

And he enjoyed it. How could he not? You had made his favorite dinner; his favorite album was playing in the background, but none of you pretended it was some kind of date. You had the most casual talk, something that reminded him why he loved you so much. You could wear the fanciest dress and still talk about Jack’s latest homework. This was the life you chose together.

And this was why he didn’t think too long before speaking his mind. “I need to tell you something.”

Hotch didn’t realize he had cut you off—something he despised. But you didn’t mind. Not this time. Not when he grabbed your hand in the softest way. 

“I want this baby just as much as you do, honey, trust me. But I have to be honest, I’m getting too old for this.” If he laughed saying this, you noticed the little shame in his eyes when he looked down on your eyes. It made you sad that after all this time together, Hotch still feared disappointing you like this. When there was nothing—or at least, a very little list of things—he could do, that could be disappointing. 

“I…love having sex with you; don’t get me wrong. But I just can’t keep spending my free time doing this. I need some rest.” 

You didn’t realize what you put him through. Maybe you’ve been a little selfish in wanting this baby so bad you didn’t think about Hotch enough. You’d love to blame him that it was kind of his fault; he made you forget about your age gap so easily. But that would have been unfair.

And maybe he interpreted your frown as dissatisfaction. This explained why he was quick at adding, “I’m sorry, honey.” 

You had a small laugh. “Don’t be, Aaron,” you said, squeezing his hand.

“Don’t try to make it easier for me; I know you want this. And I want it too. But…”

“No, it’s fine, I promise,” you interrupted him. You walked to him and sat on his lap. How funny you seem to have sat on him much more these past months than during your whole relationship. He brought his hand to your back to keep you against him, and you loved how his finger was tracing an invisible line on your skin. 

Hotch always made you feel so safe; nothing could compare to that. 

“Plus,” you continued, putting a hand on his chest. “You have nine months now to rest, so we should really enjoy that time of peace and calm.”

You watched as his expression changed, slowly, as he realized what you had just said. His mouth opening, his eyes going up and down between your mouth and your stomach multiple times, and how he started to stutter before he said, “You’re pregnant?” 

Suddenly, you felt the tears growing in your eyes. So you simply nodded and approached your face to give him a kiss. “We’re having a baby,” you whispered against his lips.

You felt his arms holding you tighter against him. This almost felt unreal to him. The idea of being a father again. That he again found someone that cherished him enough to give him a babu, the results of this love.

“Well,” Hotch spoke again, bringing a hand to your face to cup your cheek. “You didn’t tire me for nothing.”

“Oh, don’t act like it was some burden to have sex,” you replied with a laugh, hitting his chest. 

“It was terrible,” he said, with a cheeky smile. “Awful,” he added, approaching his face again. “Horrendous,” he finished with a laugh before kissing you. “But I love you, so…” 

Maybe Hotch wouldn’t be ready to do all of this again in the future. But it was worth it.

Everything was worth it when it came to you and the family you were building together.

Tag List: @kiwriteswords @monzabee @raysmayhem-72 (if you want to be in it, ask me and I’ll be happy to add you x)

[for-a-longlongtime]

WIP on Wednesday Thursday

Well, first of all, my WIP folder is currently looking like this:

But fuck it, we ball right?

I got tagged by @din-cognito and @avastrasposts this week, and @the-blind-assassin-12 and @lotusbxtch last week, so I've got some catching up to do! I've been all over the place working on different docs, so you're getting a few tidbits this week.

I've posted snippets of this before (and lo! a hozier title! I'm gonna have to change that though because the story ended up going differently than planned), and after it having been on hold for months, the pieces are coming together at last.

let me wrap my teeth around the world (working title) | Santiago x Frankie “You think we did the right thing there?” Santiago says, staring at the ceiling as he avoids Frankie's eyes. Unsure he really wants to hear the answer, because of how likely it is that he is the only person who can’t answer that with a decisive yes. Fish was the only one on their team - besides Tom - who'd had a family to take care of, who needed that money probably more than any of them did because of his pilot license being suspended. “I mean... Following his lead with the money.” No answer. The deafening silence lasts for much too long. Santi grimaces as he closes his eyes. Shit. Why did he even ask? He keeps fucking up like this.

Next we've got a WIP that I haven't worked on in a bit (it wanted to go on break, bummerrr) but that I'm hoping to pick up very soon.

Untitled | Reynaldo x Matthew It’s those large hands that draw Matt’s attention first.  That, and the golden chain partially but-not-quite hiding under that checkered golf shirt, glistening every now and then in the bright afternoon sun. It’s almost as bright as the gleam in Sophie’s eyes when she throws back a shot and listens to the older man introduce himself as Reynaldo. Matt is only vaguely aware of the prepared talk that the man launches into, a few words standing out, such as ‘exclusive members only’ and ‘the best golf club in all of Arizona’. Things that everybody wanted to hear, and that gave Sophie all the more opportunity to coo at the man how this was ‘one of the best premium golf clubs’ she’d ever been at. It probably isn’t all that premium though, considering the Scotts and Dale had been able to book this place on a budget. And truth be told, it’s still unclear to Matt why they are here on a ‘vow renewal bachelor staycation’, which seemed a contradiction on its own. Or even why Sophie showed up here, acting like one of the guys, just long enough until she found someone who was willing to give her the attention she was clearly looking for. He’d seen the pattern before, especially with the girls on the Kel-squad. None of that matters though, he tries to remind himself as they make their way up to the golf course. He’s simply glad to get away from Kelsey for a couple of days - not just for some peace and quiet, but also so he doesn’t have to wonder if she’s talking to Domingo every time she smiles at an incoming message on her phone.

Finally, this last one is still in the VERY early stages, but ngl... I'm excited. Thank you to the folks who encouraged me to keep going with it! This is hella out of my comfort zone but what the hell, that's where the fun is, right? This one is going to more filth than I'll probably be able to shove into an one shot... so it may end up becoming two or three parts. We'll see.

for glory (working title) | Harry Castillo Harry is speechless, shock painted over his features, and it takes him a moment to find his voice. "You wouldn't dare to," he finally manages to say, and what had previously been surprise in his eyes has now flipped into unmistakeable rage. "Mmm, is that so, Harry? What - you think I've got morals or something?"

EDIT: WAIT!! I forgot to add one final excerpt! This is from a yet to be decided chapter from Joel and Marcus Moreno' story. I spent way too much time trying to find the right face claim moments for them at different ages, and this is what I settled on for their mid-twenties:

Joel in his mid-twenties (a.k.a. Zach Wellison in Brothers & Sisters)

Marcus Moreno in his late twenties (a.k.a. looking like Comandante Veracruz from the Burn Notice movie).

Yes, I'm as shocked as y'all are about the latter, but I promise it'll make sense. As for the excerpt:

Untitled series | Joel Miller x Marcus Moreno Marcus folds his arms as he leans back against the wall, looking every bit the charismatic guy most people know him to be. But Joel has known him a long time and can see where the varnish has cracked, and the parts he so desperately tries to cover up.  "So you don't like it. How I look. You don't like me anymore," Marcus says after a moment, and there’s something about all that combativeness on display - as well as the bitter irony of those words - that hits Joel much harder than he was prepared for. He doesn’t have the same defense system that Marcus clearly is equipped with; the mask that he can put on and off so easily after years of practice. So he just shakes his head. "Think it's been too long since you've had someone push back against you, M." "The fuck is that supposed to mean?" Joel tries to hide his sigh by drinking from his coffee, but the beverage has gone cold, the stale taste of it now bitter on his tongue in a way that feels oddly specific to this situation. "Don't pick a fight with me because you're unhappy, Marcus," he says softly.

I know a lot of y'all already posted a WIP Wednesday, so I'm just gonna link a couple of folks, no pressure as always (apologies if you've already made your weekly WIP update):

@perotovar @sin-djarin @lotusbxtch @mountainsandmayhem @qveerthe0ry

@letsgobarbs @gothcsz @milla-frenchy @guiltyasdave @oliveksmoked

@magpiepills @arcanefox207 @reallyrallyauthor @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @clubsoft

@romanarose @the-blind-assassin-12

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A Whole Bunch of Random Once-ler Headcannons!!!!

Once-ler gets cold easily, so he enjoys warm things like blankets, thneeds, long sleeve shirts, and hot tea.

His hobbies are playing guitar, reading books, drawing, knitting, and sewing (in the book it says he even sews his own clothes).

Once-ler didn't really have a lot of friends growing up, his peers in school usually either ignored him or occasionally teased him.

He doesn't really have real friends during his biggering era either. Since he spends so much time working and is a natural introvert. However, he knows how to be cordial during business functions.

Growing up Brett and Chet would often do their own thing and Once-ler was often left out. Thankfully Once-ler had his hobbies to keep him occupied, but he still felt lonely at times.

Once-ler's family doesn't hate him but they find his choice of hobbies and some of his habits and mannerisms rather odd.

One of these mannerisms is Once-ler's tendency to sometimes hum, sing, or dance a bit while doing chores on the farm.

Even Melvin finds this habit of Once-ler's a bit strange (you can see Melvin occasionally rolling his eyes or giving once-ler an odd look in the movie). Despite this, Melvin is still quite fond of Once-ler and even protective of him at times.

Part of the reason for this is because Once-ler was Melvin's primary caretaker back at the farm. Because the other members of Once-ler's family are not very fond of animals, including Melvin.

Melvin, in turn, is not very fond of Once-ler's family members either.

Once-ler didn't mind taking care of Melvin though, because he loved animals. Once-ler briefly forgot about the animals (including Melvin) during his biggering era. But after the last tree fell and Once-ler realized what he did to them he felt really guilty.

Once-ler didn't forget about Melvin completely during his biggering era however. Once-ler had a barn built behind the factory for the mule to live in (we see Mevin at the end of the movie so I assumed he lived on the property). Once-ler didn't have time to take car of Melvin himself though so he hired a stable-hand to take care of him every day. Once-ler did try to visit/take care of Melvin a few times during the biggering days, but eventually he stopped as he got more busy. This made Melvin feel neglected by Once-ler so that's part of the reason why he left him. Melvin was still sad about it though.

Going back to Once-ler's family, particularly his brothers, Brett and Chet, they were also sad to have to leave Once-ler behind, but they wouldn't dare speak up against their mother.

Their mother, Isabella is the only thing Brett and Chet will admit to being scared of (and Once-ler agrees). While Once-ler is a bit of a scaredy cat. Brett and Chet would often make fun of him for this.

Sometimes Bret and Chet would even sneak up behind him/make a loud noise/ throw things near him in order to laugh at his reaction, which often included yelping, jumping, and/or cowering. Which the twins found amusing.

That being said although Brett and Chet sometimes teased Once-ler, they still loved him and would never try to seriously hurt him (not realizing how much their teasing hurt his feelings). If Once-ler ever became ill, injured or was in danger they would be worried about him and try to help if they can.

In fact during their school years while Brett and Chet would sometimes join in if other kids were making fun of Once-ler, they would immediately step in if someone tried to hit or hurt him. They would never allow anyone to beat Once-ler up.

Brett and Chet continued to protect and help Once-ler during his biggering era. They served a similar role to O-Hare's Morty and Mcguirk.

The twins were quite fine with this, and obeyed Once-ler's orders almost without question, since they made good money with the job and genuinely wanted to help Once-ler with his business.

This was also enforced by Isabella, who was especially concerned about making sure the business was always profitable and running smoothly.

During Once-ler's biggering era, she was Once-ler's 2nd in command. She basically acted as his “momager” and would often nag him about hings when she felt he wasn't doing enough.

This hurt Once-ler and he constantly strived to keep biggering his business in order to please her.

At times Isabella did complement Once-ler and tell him that she was proud of him, but her love was fickle and conditional. She was only pleased with Once-ler when she thought he was doing things right, but was quick to condemn him when she thought he did something wrong or even if she felt like he wasn't doing enough.

One thing Isabella does like is Once-ler's green suit. She thinks it makes him look professional and stylish. His mother also thinks the color green looks nice on him.

Isabella also likes his gloves, she also likes to wear long-opera style gloves when she dresses up for fancy events and parties, which she loves attending and planning.

As for the green gloves, Once-ler knitted them himself. They are called grovvulous gloves because they are made of a fabric called grovvulous. Once-ler previously tried to use grovvulous to make a thneed prototype before he found the truffula trees, but the fabric was not flexible enough so he made the pair of gloves instead.

He later goes on to make several more spare pairs of gloves, that he keeps hidden away in desk or dresser drawers. During his biggering era that was practically the only thing he knitted. He often liked to knit in front of his fancy fireplace.

Once-ler also has a habit of having extra thneeds stashed in various places, including in those same desk and dresser drawers and also his closets. He also keeps wads of cash stuffed in those drawers too.

Once-ler's green suit also has hidden pockets where he also stashes cash.

Once-ler often falls asleep at his desk in his office. Sometimes he just dozes off while working, other times he leans back, puts his hat over his eyes and takes a nap, just like he did in the wagon in the movie.

There is an adjacent bathroom right next to the office, complete with a full shower/tub, and a cabinet filled with Once-ler's favorite toiletries.

Once-ler also has a mini fridge in his office too.

He actually lives in the factory, in a luxurious penthouse just down the hall from his office. The floor below features a luxurious parlor room and a dining area that he uses to entertain guests. The tall tower that later becomes the lerkim serves as the entryway.

Once-ler rarely leaves the factory, except to attend a business function/meeting/party or to go shopping in town, and he sometimes likes to peruse the nightlife, going to concerts or nightclubs (he loves music).

Once-ler prefers music with guitars, but he does also likes the electronic music the club plays and he enjoys dancing along to it. He is a very good dancer and people are often impressed with his moves.

In fact, Once-ler has always been very agile and coordinated, rarely ever tripping and falling.

Except when he drinks...Once-ler is quite a lightweight and he has to be careful around alcohol, especially during parties when champagne is served. Once-ler can easily become inebriated after a few celebratory toasts.

And finally....

Once-ler still wears his bunny PJs after becoming rich sometimes simply because he thinks they are cozy.

[takenbypeter]

Getting Answers From The Blind Man

Matt Murdock x reader

Words: 1183

A/N: Part 3 of suspicious activities of a bling man, below are the first two parts

Suspicious Activities Of A Blind (Part 1) - The Pastry Shop (Part 2)

You caught him again. You couldn’t believe you caught him sprinting again. 

Matt had been visiting your pastry shop more often, chatting as he bought sweet treats for the day. You two got somewhat close, tossing comments back and forth. You even actually made it out of the shop, only once so far but it was fun. But now there he was again. You were walking on the opposite end of Hell’s Kitchen after meeting up with your friends when you heard some noise down an alley, peering in, you saw Matt Murdock running. 

It was the most strangest thing. 

Before you could think too much you chased after his figure, pulling out your phone as you did so. But he was quick, all you got was a blurry profile of him but it was definitely him. 

You stared at the photo on your phone as you stood outside his office.

You hadn’t seen him for a few days but you knew where he worked so, ding ding ding.

That’s where you were standing. 

Was this going too far? Showing up at his work like this? Maybe. But your feet had dragged you all the way here already so you might as well carry on. 

Opening the door the first thing you noticed was how small the office was. It was cozy but it had character to it. 

Looking around you were then greeted by Foggy. Who quickly welcomed you. You’ve never actually spoken to him besides that first night, but he always seemed friendly enough, “hi, I’m actually here looking for Matt Murdock I have something to talk to him about.”

Matt, hearing your voice, stepped out from what looked like an interrogation room. 

“You’re here? What happened?” You couldn’t tell but you showing up at his work definitely put him on edge. People only showed up here when they’ve been wronged and justice wasn’t doing its part, so his mind immediately grew concerned . 

“Oh, no, it’s nothing like that, I just wanted to talk to you…privately.”

Foggy raised his hands, “say no more, I am off to my lunch break.” He gave Matt a wink before grabbing his jacket and heading out the door leaving you and Murdock alone. 

He tilted his head towards the room he just left, “follow me.”

You did so, and sat across from him. It was eerie but interesting, sitting in an interrogation setting. 

“What is it?”

“You tell me,” you pulled out your phone and found the most recent picture that you had. “I saw you again Matt. I have proof here. You were running like some kind of parkour trained maniac. It was impressive but at the same time, confusing. I mean what are you? Actually, do you know what I think?” You asked the questions without planning on giving him actual time to answer. “I think you’re some sort of superhero.”

He scoffed, “you’re being ridiculous.”

“Ridiculous? I’m not the blind man jumping around like some wild man. Plus we have more superheroes in New York than anywhere else. Either you’re a superhero or you’re a crazy man looking for pity cosplaying as a blind man.”

He’s quiet because you have a point, New York seemed to oddly be filled with various heroes and ones with special abilities. 

“So, do you have any powers?”

He bit down on his teeth, this was not how he wanted this to pan out. To be fair he should’ve stayed away from you, once you’d commented that you were suspicious of him  before he should have cut off contact, but there was something about you that was constantly drawing him to see you again.

“I’m not a superhero and I’m not crazy. My hearing senses are trained so I can differentiate various situations.”

You nodded, but narrowed your eyes, there was definitely something he wasn’t telling you.

”Wait, are you a supervillain then?”

You couldn’t see behind his glasses but you could tell by his mannerisms that he was most definitely rolling his eyes. 

“I’m not a hero, I’m not a villain. All I want is justice.”

”…so…you’re a vigilante?”

He was quiet again, concentrating on how to get out of this whole situation, it was rare for him to be the one getting interrogated in this room. His silence and slightly exaggerated deflections honestly told you what you need to know and your mouth grew wide revealing your pearly teeth. 

“You ARE a vigilante. Can I be a part of the team?”

This question seemed to take him back, “what team? There is no team? I work alone.”

“Are you Spider-Man?”

”No.”

”Are you Doctor Strange?”

”Doctor Strange doesn’t conceal his identity so that makes no sense.”

”So who are you?”

“I’m not telling you anything.”

“Why not? I’ll practically figure it out anyway.”

”You can’t figure it out,” Matt’s voice was suddenly low, almost like he was giving a warning, “because if you figure it out that means then you become involved. And if you get involved then you become a target, andI don’t need anybody else in my life getting hurt.”

You could tell there was definitely some baggage there. And while you were itching to find which of the many vigilantes he could possibly be, you cared more about Matt Murdock than any superhero information you could gain. 

So despite every inch of your heart urging you to continue pressing for answers you instead listened to your mind that wanted to do the right thing and respect his decision.

“That’s fair.”

He leaned back in his chair seemingly content with your response. But you weren’t completely done. 

“I won’t get involved with your super secret , double life, but I do want to know one thing. Are you helping or hurting?”

Matt silently stared back at his unchanging position. By his lack of movement you didn’t believe he would answer but he did, “helping.”

“Then that’s all I need to know.”

Matt let out a sigh, glad you were valuing his decisions.

“But I do still want to be involved in your regular life…if that’s okay with you?”

Again he tilted his head to the side but a smile was clear in that ending to spill on his face, “my regular life is still…complicated.”

“I don’t mind complicated. Sometimes I even like complicated.”

“Then you’ll like me.”

”I already think I do.”

You couldn’t describe it but being around Matt seemed not as complicated as he made it out to be. And while you clearly didn’t know everything about this man, you could respect his choices and the fact that it seemed like he was only preventing himself from telling you in order to protect you. The sentiment was sweet. 

You two heard the outer door open, Foggy re-entering the office, and you noted how Matt’s head was tilted towards the sound. “Well, I guess that’s my time. We'll talk later, yeah?”

He nods as you get up and leave, sending a polite smile to Foggy on your way out. 

You didn’t know what you were getting yourself into but honestly you didn’t care. 

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kalinka malinka or smth like that

art for a matryoshka utau cover i’m making

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Edwin Payne is my favorite Disney princess

[moth--moss]

Finally got my tango design finalized o7 yall can probably expect more of this guy in the future

If you like my art I do commissions!

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Growing closer than expected (Patreon)

[rox-of-iu]

hulloo, i am here once again with cultivate....but not the usual one (~_~;)

so funny thing! i had most of these already done from before, but felt a bit silly so i didnt post them. but then (spoiler) we got Tao Ying in his fresh new look and like.. i had to draw him and post the rest of the gang along with him hksfh. so here, the sillays

🍑Tao Ying

🐉Qing Mushu

🦆 The Empress

🐗The General

aaand more sillies of the goobers

aaaaand thats it hdjhdsjfhds so sorry for the long post lmao

characters yoinked from @neonghostcat cultivate

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Keep Yourself Safe!

Disclaimer: This poster is not sponsored by NordVPN. I hate sponsors.

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One of my favorite things about how Re:Kinder is written and how it tackles its themes is the way that Yuuichi and Shunsuke can be seen as parallels to each other. Shunsuke could have easily ended up like Yuuichi, feeling trapped in his pain and eventually breaking down. And the knowledge of that makes Shunsuke choosing to be kind to him in order to be kinder to himself really meaningful. That could have easily been him, so despite how he did not owe that kindness to the kid who killed his mother, the kindness just goes to show the strength of his resolve to be kinder even to the person he could have ended up as.

Albeit in a different way I think Killer End also showcases it in a way as well, with Shunsuke murdering Yuuichi for all the pain he endured because of him. It showcases how he too, if broken over, could end up committing such acts...

This also works viceversa. Yuuichi, in a better world, might have managed to fool his pain and anger successfully and keep moving on. But his unfortunate circumstances only led him to fall deeper into that despair. You can see him attempt to lighten up painful situations through acting absurdly, but ultimately being unable to fool himself once he falls victim to the helpless belief that this pain was entirely his own fault.

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