#i woke up with this rotting my brain

[rainbowwinedemon]

hear me out. Au where Jounouchi and Kaiba get married in vegas and they can’t get it annuled bc they consummated the marriage (drunk sex) and now their only choice is a divorce. Which they try to get QUIETLY but somehow the news that CEO Seto Kaiba got married gets leaked and now, to not look like he’s irresponsible enough to get drunk and get married with a random stranger, Seto decides to go with it for a while to then get a divorce. Cue forced proximity, fake dating and a lot of sexual tension

[cleewii]

modern au!gyutaro!!

[lyyricreads]

run back all the theories

momo yaoyorozu is hana shimura grown up, and you genuinely cannot tell me otherwise. the resemblance between not only her, but nana shimura too is telling. the legal name change could work due to her being a victim, an orphan, and possibly hunted by afo for surviving/escaping. her set of hands could've been a fabrication to usher tenko shimura into being convinced he simply blacked out when he killed specifically her due to their strong sibling bond. it's added poetry too, her quirk being creation whilst her brother being destruction. heavy angst of the realization dawning on her would take 50 years off my life, at minimum. knowing that her entire life is a lie. her parents aren't hers. she doesn't actually have yaoyorozu blood within her. she is a fraud. exploring (in depth) her grappling these internally conflicting emotions would make me clutch my pearls. figuring out that the villain you are deathly afraid of is your brother. except, he dies. there is no redemption or reconnection (touya). there is no coming back. he is a constant reminder of what you have lost. it hurts. after all, he is still your brother. and now you've lost him, too.

[timperi-fan]

"Are you alright?"

A calm voice broke through Timmy's panic, and he blinked. He always thought that if he ever found himself being mugged or attacked, he would stay calm and handle himself with dignity.

Instead, when his walk home from his shitty fast food job had been interrupted by a knife pointed at his face, Timmy had froze.

He still felt frozen now, sitting on the asphalt (when had he gotten on the ground?) with the night chill biting into his palms and leaking through his jeans. His heart was still slamming in his chest, even though the threat was gone.

The threat was gone?

The figure standing over him moved, and Timmy flinched. His wide eyes darted up, absorbing the stranger's concerned gaze and his mask and God, that was so much purple—

"Hey, hey, it's okay... You're in shock," the masked man said gently, like he was trying to settle a spooked animal.

Timmy worked his jaw a couple of times. He swallowed; squinted up at the man. "...Sídhe?"

It was. Sídhe — Dimmsdale's resident superhero — stood over Timmy, bending over to be closer to his height. The wings on his back cast scattered light over Timmy's prone form. The sound of his name made the hero grin in relief.

"You're okay. I'm so glad." He offered Timmy his hand. "Can you stand?"

Timmy nodded. He still felt shaky, but he was calming down some, now. He took Sídhe's hand on autopilot, letting himself be pulled to his feet.

He always thought that Sídhe would be taller in person, but the TV had a way of making things seem bigger than reality. He never thought he would be meeting Sídhe in person at all.

"It's a good thing that I was doing a late patrol today — I saw that man try to mug you," Sídhe explained, his voice tight with fury. Despite that, his grip on Timmy's hand remained gentle. "Are you injured at all?"

Somehow, Timmy found it within himself to shake his head. "No, I'm— I'm fine," he mumbled. "Just tired."

Sídhe leaned in. His other hand settled on Timmy's cheek, and he had the ludicrous thought that he was about to be kissed. Instead, Sídhe swiped his thumb over Timmy's cheek. His hand came away with blood on it.

It almost seemed like Sídhe's golden pupils flaired brighter still. "You're hurt."

Timmy reached out and caught Sídhe's hand. "It's just a cut. I..." He struggled to speak evenly. "I just want to go home. Really."

They stood still like that for a moment more. Sídhe's inhuman eyes scanned his face, like he was peeling away Timmy's skin to gaze at his soul. Could he do that? Maybe. He was magic, right?

Timmy was a little surprised to find that he wasn't bothered. He felt at ease around Sídhe.

Their hands were still entwined. He didn't feel any desire to change that.

Finally, Sídhe nodded. "I'll walk you home," he said. It wasn't a suggestion.

Timmy wouldn't have refuted even if it was.

He turned and started walking.

In his mind, Timmy always thought that if he did get to meet Sídhe, for whatever reason, he would ask a bunch of questions that he wanted to know the answer to. Like, where did he get his powers from? Why did he choose to be a hero? Were his wings as delicate as they looked? Was he born with them?

Was being a superhero lonely?

Instead, they walked in silence. Timmy stole glances at Sídhe as they walked, just to ensure that he wasn't dreaming. His wings were iridescent and looked as thin as air, like the details were spun from spider's silk and would fall apart at a touch. His clothing choice didn't seem to include any armor — Sídhe was dressed in flowing, loose fabric. The effect was that he looked ephemeral. Timmy kept thinking that he was going to blink and Sídhe would be gone.

For some reason, he stayed. He stayed all the way down the street, to Timmy's shitty little apartment just two blocks from his college campus.

"This is my stop," Timmy said.

Sídhe glanced appraisingly at the run-down brick building. "Are you safe here?" He asked.

"Uh." Timmy wasn't sure how to answer that. He wasn't sure why Sídhe cared. He shrugged one shoulder. "More or less."

Sídhe hummed. He set a hand on Timmy's shoulder, leaning in — so close that their breaths mingled and Timmy could count the flecks of gold burning in his irises.

This time, the last thing that Timmy expected was to be kissed. And that was exactly what Sídhe did.

His lips brushed the cut on Timmy's cheek, and it felt like time stopped. Timmy's fingers curled, clenching around nothing. He wanted time to freeze again; wanted this moment to last just a little bit longer.

Instead, Sídhe pulled back. The corner of his mouth was quirked up in a smile. "I have healing magic," he said by way of an explanation. Timmy could feel the place where he'd kissed tingling but, honestly, it would have felt that way even without magic.

"T-Thanks," Timmy managed. He cleared his throat. "I really, um, appreciate you, helping me out and walking me home... You didn't have to do all of that," he said awkwardly.

It was easier to make conversation when he'd been frozen. Now that he was thawed, all Timmy could focus on was the way that Sídhe's purple curls were hanging in front of his eyes, just begging to be brushed away from his face.

"Of course I didn't 'have to.' I wanted to," Sídhe said warmly. And he smiled, like there was no where in the world he'd rather be than on Timmy Turner's doorstep, with blood on his glove and fondness in his eyes. "Get some sleep, Timmy."

His wings fluttered as Sídhe became airborne. Timmy watched, amazed that something so pretty was actually functional. He wanted to memorize those swooping swirls and careful curves. He wanted to duck his head along Sídhe's bare back, lips brushing down his spine, while his fingers traced the patterns on his wings from memory.

Instead, Timmy stood there like an idiot, staring at the night sky until long after Sídhe was out of sight.

His cut had been healed, but his cheek still burned.

All Timmy could think was that he wanted Sídhe to stare at him like that again — like he was the most important thing in the universe.

(It didn't occur to him until the next morning that he had never told Sídhe his name.)

[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

"oh, is that it?" Roy cooed at the sound of your whimper. your little nod had him chuckling. "again, then?"

you'd woken up to the feeling of Roy's strong grip on your thigh and his lips on your temple; he'd eased your panties down and managed to have you squirming in record time. where most men needed multiple fingers and tongues and technique, Roy Kent only needed one digit, sliding in and out with expert care.

"that's my girl," he whispered as a particularly lewd squelching sound came from under the sheets. "nice and wet, just for me."

just for Roy. it was always just for Roy.

[hibernating-stag]

Good morning I'm up thinking about that forbidden beast again

[gatsbydyke]

on that note i should be weirder abt my queer hcs to ward off predators. jordan and nick are t4t fag/dyke solidarity dating but in like a qpr kinda way. theyd fuck for appearances + sometimes u just gotta have sex w your bestie but theyre both tops and thats the only reason they dont

[xivymoonartx]

I'm drawing ghirahim in a one of those dramatic robes (you know the one) and it made me think of a Black Widow au where Ghirahim keeps trying to kill Link unsuccessfully. The cops will be interrigating Ghirahim about his missing husband, and halfway through his dramatic monologue Link bursts into the room covered in blood and Ghirahim is just like

[bananamosity]

My season 3 prediction:

Crowley goes into hiding. Nobody can figure out where he went. Aziraphale gives up looking for him (after a very long and exhaustive search that consumed all of his attention for far too long), but it's too late. While he was distracted, the second coming already began and heaven and hell are preparing for war. Aziraphale reluctantly (and finding nothing left to lose) assumes his rank on the front lines of the heavenly host. When the two armies are head to head and the battle about to begin, the new incarnation of christ(which, I think it would be amazing if they were femme-presenting) steps between them. She begs for them to back away and leave the earth in peace. Aziraphale seems touched by her kindness and optimism. He backs down almost immediately, but something innocuous happens and an arrow is released, or someone sneezes and fires their weapon at the opposing side. This kicks off the big battle and aziraphale goes immediately to protect the christ person. He hides her in the bookshop. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to aziraphale, crowley charges into battle against both sides followed by the armies of humanity. He's looking, all the while, for his christ friend, but also not entirely hating getting to just smash through the forces of heaven and hell, as he works through his emotions on the battlefield. Eventually he finds her shoe or something and he thinks she's dead. He rages twice as hard, and doubles down on the violence, just mowing through angels and demons like they were tissue paper. He's covered in blood, absolutely FERAL, screaming, crying, and pretty much single-handedly defeats both sides. But at what cost? The entire area is reduced to rubble... except the bookshop. It is perfectly pristine. He falls to his knees and weeps. Aziraphale quietly wanders out and places a hand on crowley's shoulder. Crowley starts, screams, and, grabbing aziraphale by the collar, flies him angrily into a wall. There's a lil bit of "How could you do this to us? To our home?" From crowley, but mostly it's just him completely RAGING and weeping and going after aziraphale, blow after blow after blow. And aziraphale takes it. He doesn't fight back. He seems resigned to go so far as to let crowley kill him, and eventually it starts looking like he might. Crowley has his final blow aimed and ready and he's shaking and crying looking down at the bloodied angel, who looks up at him, places a shaking bloody hand on his cheek, and with the kindest eyes and gentlest voice, asks Crowley in an almost whisper: "please, my love, please forgive me." And passes out. *black out *

This is a VERY simplified version of an arc that could probably stretch over most of a season, if drawn out properly. I just couldn't get it out of my brain. So here, tumblr. I give it to you. Take it away plz I want to sleep.

[kakushino]

I got more thirsts for ya! Don't think I forgot about the silent dom Kokushibo! Feeling softer about him today after Aizetsu. He looked down at you, towering over your smaller form as you took his cock between those pretty lips. You were doing so well, taking him deeper into your mouth, looking up at him through your lash line. He tangled his fingers into your hair, guiding you further onto his length, a groan rolling in his broad chest. "You are doing well, my blossom." Kokushibo spoke softly, pulling you off of him, your sparkling eyes looking into his own, confusion dancing in them. "Do not worry. Just follow my directions." "Yes, sir." You spoke sweetly, Kokushibo feeling pride swell within him. He trained you well on how you should address him behind closed doors. "Good girl. Lay down on the futon. Spread your legs." He hummed, satisfaction filling his eyes as you got into position for him, the Upper Moon kneeling down between your legs and throwing open your yukata, having decided to rip your obi to shreds, eliciting a gasp from you. His hungry gaze raked over you. "Beautiful." He uttered before he descended upon you, large hands roaming the soft skin of your body. You let out soft whines as he began to lavish your chest with attention, lovebites being placed onto your neck and chest, nearly making you a statement piece of sorts. If that was his goal, then his message would simply read "mine." Kokushibo's lips trailed lower and lower down your body, pausing at your dripping core. You squealed as he ran his tongue through your folds, a deep moan leaving him at your taste. "Divine." He spoke, diving back in and burying his face in your cunt, licking wide stripes up and down your pussy, gathering you on his tongue before suckling on your clit. You clamped your thighs around his head, your moans and cries for him bouncing off the walls of your shared bedroom. He took pleasure in your bliss, though soon pulled away, looking down at your panting form. "Are you ready for the next step?" "Y-yes, sir...please...I-I...I need you..." You whined out, your begging going straight to Kokushibo's dick, all of his eyes darkening as he looked at you, leaning back on his knees. "Hands and knees, face down. Present yourself to me, just like the little whore you begged like." The night was young, his stamina infinite. He made sure to breed you full of his cum. You smelled heavily of him when he brought you with him to the next upper moon meeting. You were marked inside and out, and they all knew. You were Kokushibo's. -🍶

*moans*

[the-kipsabian]

him.... 🥺🥺

[thatonesquintern13]

something i’ve been thinking about is the way ted and rebecca have been love blind (thnx keeley) this season.

with rebecca, we have boatman. he was exactly what she needed at the time, but also kind of… off?? like so many valid people have asked, why did this man think it was a good idea to harbor a single woman with no phone for a whole night without contacting anyone??? and yes, rebecca made her own, consensual decisions with boatman, and he never crossed a line, but it was still just. not right. and i think it was purposefully written in a way that the viewers might also overlook it.

and with ted, we have michelle. i don’t think ted is actively trying to get back together with her, but he is/was obviously still very hung up on their divorce. to me, the scene at the crown and anchor was like ‘look at how we used to be! laughing and joking! how good it was!’ and maybe that’s why ted couldn’t let it go. but even joking with each other, they were still very formal and stiff. it wasn’t natural for them.

so both ted and rebecca are turning red flags into just fucking go for it flags, but it’s not working out bc that’s not where they’re supposed to land. like hannah’s cosmically crashing into each other metaphor, they weren’t finding that rhythm and balance that they have with each other are looking for. and now i think they are both in a place where they are looking past the love blindness and will be able to see the person that was right in front of them all along.

[queercatboyrights]

damn u KNOW the character obsession is bad when u finally start having dreams w/ them in it

[bogbees]

I ADORE your stranger things art!!!!

hope you got more where that came from? 👀🥺

Hi! thanks for liking my silly little doodles! It actually made my day!

And uh, i do have more steddie things i wanna draw! like these wips I've posted to my og art blog @bogbeesdead which is now in the shadow realm for crimes (#my art → #steddie → find all my tagged steddie posts since june i think???? idk if it works) (crimes being horny on main which was steddie related as well 😔)

but im also working on four fanfics that I'm trying to prioritize! i deffo want to illustrate them myself so... hopefully soon

not to mention this one fanfic i really really wanna draw fanart for lmao

anyway yeah, thanks, I'm kinda crazy about them rn so i don't think I'll be stopping any time soon :D

[quokkabite]

my work bestie came in today unexpectedly when he’s supposed to be off for two more days and so now I have someone to force to listen to Seven with me <;3

[siilkmoth]

cant tell if the bigotry on twitter during the pandemic was worse than the bigotry on g+ across its entire lifespan like im leaning towards twitter bc at least i can live knowing on g+ those were just dumb opinions from 13y/os whilst on twitter all the idiots spouting hateful rhetoric were actually adults.