#idk if this is exactly a fanfic

[lemonxbeat]

You Have Flowers On Your Body - Joe Elliott

this text came to my mind in a night of inspiration and a lot of love for Joe. (please don't throw tomatoes at me 😭)

have a good read! 🖤✨

Time passes, things change, you evolve and physical beauty is no longer the same, maybe it will come to an end.

Those tank tops and shorts that you used to wear go back to the bottom of your drawer, you stop showing small details of your body for fear of being judged or because you think it's the most sensible thing to do because you no longer have that thin and young body of years ago, which everyone loved and some even envied.

But you don't know how beautiful you still are, regardless of your age.

Why are you so afraid to show those beautiful tattoos on your arms and chest again, if the whole world will admire them as I do?

You feel insecure about seeing yourself fat because of your age, you stopped going shirtless in public so as not to risk being laughed at, when the truth that is in front of you tells you that you're still sexy.

I wish you could one day see the beauty I see in you, leave shame and insecurity aside to feel free with your own body.

Joe, you are the most beautiful man ever, in every way, at every time of your life. I am completely in love with this beauty.

~by: lemonxbeat x

[crazy-fangirl2524]

All of us want to read “books that are different from the books we like but also exactly like it” and that’s why we have fanfictions. That’s why we love fanfictions. It is literally the book we love but in a different font.

[after-the-end-times]

omg I love this by @steddieas-shegoes, but for some reason that scene from Ted Lasso immediately popped into my head when I was reading it? Thus, this:

It's not long after Steve and Eddie finally slept together for the first time that Eddie walks into the house to Steve holding a baby, a baby with curls and big amber eyes.

And he doesn't want to assume, but it is dressed in a pink onesie, so he's gonna go ahead and say she's a girl baby. And Eddie definitely knows there's normal things to ask about a surprise baby, like what's her name or who's is she or, even, where'd she come from, but nope.

"Is- Is she mine?" he says, eyes widening and a hand drifting up to his chest.

Steve just looks at him, a bemused smile spreading across his face,

"Eddie, we had sex, like, a week ago."

"Riiiight right right, sorry, yeah bad math" Eddie says, huffing out a laugh. 'Cause yeah, it's the math that's the issue.

Steve turns to head back into the kitchen, blithely adding as he goes,

"And if memory serves, you finished on my-"

"Woooah nonono!. Steve! You can't- That's not-" Eddie says rushing after him, stopping in front of Steve and the baby.

The baby who looks up at him with giant eyes and fingers in her mouth and looks so much like SteveandEddie that Eddie's brain is still trying to work out some sort of science or magic that would explain this situation because he suddenly wants it to be-

And Steve's just looking at him with the most gentle half smile and crinkly eyes, but Eddie just shakes his head to clear his thoughts, gently covers the baby's ears, and says in the most scandalized tone he didn't even know he had in him,

"There's no reason to get into the science of it all in front of the baby, Steve!"

Steve smiles wide at that and he heads to the sink, patting Eddie on the shoulder as he goes,

"Well, why don't we get her a bottle and then we can discuss the science of it all while she naps, hm?"

[vettelsvee]

okay hear me out HOLD ON TO HOPE headcanon 🗣️

you’re sick of seb lying to you on your face, because you definitely know something’s wrong with him. you’re tired of just trying to help him out for retaking final exams so he can graduate with you, his long time best friend, but he seems to focused on just hooking up with hanna, the girl who isn’t a bad girl but you definitely kinda hate because you’re in love with seb (but you don’t tell him anything because you can’t ruin your friendship… and you can’t lose him forever).

until spidey comes to your life.

that person (because you have no idea of who they are) is literally the sweetest one on earth, at least from what you've known. you two met after he helped you out with a robber that stole your backpack (which had almost your entire life there tbh). you were tired and just wanted to go home and not talk to anyone because seb didn’t come to the coffee shop you were supposed to meet. spidey didn’t push you to talk or anything, but they started checking on you daily while you waited for seb, leaving you notes with cool and ridiculous, but at the same time, nice messages and doodles, just to cheer you up because that stupid sebastian vettel didn't show up or answered your phone calls.

just that spider-man in fact does all of that because he's seb, your best friend, and feels so bad of how he's acting, just not showing up at your meetings after you offered to help him, and also he's keeping all of that a secret because he's scared of something happening to you... and then he starts thinking that maybe, maybe, he might feel a bit strange about your relationship (which makes him feel even worse taking into account his behaviour)

[tillywunderwing]

psst. hey. do you ever worry that you’re writing characters ‘ooc’ in fanfiction? well guess what. you’re not. that’s just your au now.

“they would not say that” yes they would, my au version of this character would totally say that

“ummmm this character’s powers don’t work like that” but they do. in my au

“these characters would never canonically be dating” buddy oh boy i cannot wait to tell you what fanfiction writers have been doing since the advent of their craft!! anything goes in my au!!!

the medium is inherently transformative do whatever you want forever ok ly byye

[maledictusfotum]

just wrote a very depressing chapter but hey...5k left?

[krystaldeath]

Holy shit I wrote something. And it’s not just a random little thing (kinda-)!

This was a writing practice but I am very happy I actually wrote almost 2k words! So uh. Mayhaps read it, give it a kudos and comment? If you want ofc

[rist-ix]

https://www.tumblr.com/rist-ix/749015401700229120 not you reblogging this when you ship bloom with the man who murdered her family 😭

Bloom's into ppl who slay! Hope this helps :3

[stinkypeanutbutter]

honestly about the new fastpass , Chase did go a little extreme . Yes he’s mad yada yada but he still shouldn’t have said the really maybe a little too silly stuff like that . Same with buddy , he shouldn’t have done what he did too , even if it was out of blind rage . Both suck , both need to kiss and make up , both need chocolate bars :3

[bayetea]

weird things I drew while intoxicated pt. 1

♡ my daily pjo art tag ♡

[laceratedlamiaceae]

fic where Bobby, for some reason, becomes a demon and it's like a fucked up version of that scene from twilight breaking dawn where Crowley is watching him figure out how to do cool demon shit.

and later, Crowley calls up the boys to reintroduce them to "Robert."

and Dean's like "Who the hell is Robert?"

and Bobby steps forward in whatever vessel he's gotten himself and says "What, you idjits don't recognize me?"

and Sam and Dean are too shocked to say anything.

[sparkles-rule-4eva]

WHOLESOME SONIC & TAILS WEDNESDAY BABYYY!!!

Short fic I whipped up today-- I know it's probably been done before, but I wanted a "Sonic's learning how to care for a toddler + hearing each other talk for the first time + Sonic naming him" all in one and haven't found all that in one fic yet so here we are!!

Looking after a toddler was harder than it sounded.

Especially when said toddler needed to be watched by the fastest thing alive, who was used to racing through everything with absolutely nothing holding him back.

Sonic studied the little two-tailed fox kit at his feet, trying to figure him out. Technically, no one had assigned him to watch this little one, but he'd found the poor thing getting bullied by some jerks. He'd taken care of the bullies, and the next thing he'd known, the little fox was flying after him. Yes, flying, using his twin tails as a helicopter of sorts.

That was all it took for Sonic to feel like the little kit was now his responsibility.

They hadn't actually spoken. Sonic wasn't sure if the fox kit could even talk yet, and he didn't see the use in trying to communicate with him vocally.

It was harder to keep on running when he now had to make sure the kit was safe. He hadn't realized how many needs one had until he needed to think of two mouths to feed, two places to sleep, etc.

It wasn't necessarily hard. It just took some getting used to. Nothing Sonic the Hedgehog couldn't handle!

He looked up and scanned their surroundings. They'd stopped for a break in a small, sparse forest. The fox kit was going back and forth from looking around nervously to gazing up at Sonic with owlish eyes. He stood not even a foot away from the hedgehog, clearly trusting him to protect him from any more danger.

Sonic waved a little to get the kit's attention, then pointed onward to the path they'd been following. The little one nodded vigorously, then spun his tails and hovered into the air. Sonic gave a single, firm nod, then took off down the trail.

As they sped along the way (the kit was able to keep up fairly easily, it was cool how flight seemed to automatically enhance speed), Sonic snuck a tiny glance back at his tiny friend. The fluffy little fox continued flying, unaware of Sonic's curious gaze.

Sonic still didn't know his name. Sure, he'd only been taking care of him for a week or so, but he learned the names of most folks he met the same day he met them. Granted, most folks he met weren't neglected orphan (?) toddlers.

Sonic had all but decided to adopt him at this point, despite not having known him for long. So would that leave the naming process up to him?

He smiled a little to himself as he continued running. Sounded good.

The thing was, though, he hadn't actually ever named someone before. Heck, he wasn't even yet twelve years old himself.

What kind of name would fit the little fox? He was small, still had all his baby-fluff, was a brownish-gold color, had big, bright, sky-blue eyes, with white fur across his stomach and muzzle (and obviously the tips of his twin tails).

An idea of a name, or nickname, was just on the tip of his tongue when suddenly the sound of robots, a lot of them, creaked up ahead over the hill. It was followed by maniacal laughter, and Sonic skidded to a halt and rolled his eyes with a scoff. He'd know that laugh anywhere by now.

Excited by the idea of a fight, Sonic was just revving up to spindash over the hill into the battle, but a squeak of fear suddenly made his heart lurch, and he almost fell over himself trying to stop.

The fox kit.

He was a literal toddler. He seemed about three years old, nowhere near old enough to fight or defend himself. Sonic couldn't just expect him to follow him into the battle and manage to avoid all the lasers and claws and spikes. He would get hurt too easily.

But . . . Sonic never ran from a fight.

He crossed his arms and frowned in frustration at the grassy ground, tapping his foot impatiently as he tried to figure out what to do. He wanted to fight, he had to fight. He didn't know what Eggman was up to. For all he knew, the crazed scientist was planning something big and dangerous, and might carry it to fruition if Sonic didn't stop him now.

But he also had to keep the fox kit safe.

An idea hit him, and before he'd given himself the chance to think it through, he spun around, scooped up the little fox into his arms, and took off back into the forest-- just not quite at his normal speed so the sonic boom wouldn't give him away to Eggman.

As soon as Sonic had found a safe-looking hiding place-- a hollowed-out nook beneath some tree roots-- he knelt down and gently tucked the fox kit into the little space. Just for extra security, he scooped up some big chunks of moss and tucked it around his friend's body. He held up his hands in a "stay" gesture, but a part of him worried that the little one wouldn't understand fully what was going on.

"Stay here," he said aloud, trying to look both gentle and stern, and the kit's eyes grew wide. "I'm just going to fight off the scary robots. I'll come back for you."

He waited till he got a nod from the fox kit, whose mouth was agape and eyes were still huge. The moment he'd gotten the acknowledgement, he spun around and blasted back towards where he'd seen Eggman and his robots.

The fight was quick and easy, routine at this point for him. Eggman yelled insults at him, he smashed through the bots, waited for the mad scientist to fly away in his orb-like flying thing (all the while shouting more threats at him) but for once Sonic skipped the stupid taunts and banter from his own end. He needed to get back to the fox kit.

When he skidded to a halt back at the hollow, his shoulders slumped in relief to see that his tiny friend had obeyed and was still huddled in the space. He was also still gaping at him in amazement.

Sonic grinned and flashed him a thumbs-up, then his own jaw went slack when the kit exclaimed happily, "You talk!" in the sweetest little toddler voice he'd ever heard.

"You talk?!" he exclaimed back, holding out his arms in excitement. "Buddy! Why didn't you say something before?!"

"You were quiet," the kit pointed out, his voice and words choppy and hesitant, making it evident that while he could talk, it was just barely. "I ph'ot I should be quiet too."

"Buddy," Sonic chuckled. "I just thought ya couldn't talk yet. That's all."

"'Course I can talk!" the fox chirped, sounding both indignant and proud.

Sonic snickered. "'Course you can talk," he echoed back teasingly. "Well then, what's your name, kid?"

The kit made a face. "Promise not to tell anyone?" He glanced around a few times before he added, still looking sour, "It's Miles."

Sonic tilted his head. "Miles? You don't look like a Miles to me."

The fox kit's annoyance at the sound of his own name was almost startling, he clearly didn't like it at all. The idea of not liking one's own name wasn't rare, but it seemed odd for a fox as young as this one to feel such a way.

But that meant Sonic could still name him. He grinned and winked at his new little pal, remembering the name he'd been thinking of earlier. "Okay. I'll call you Tails."

Barely a second after hearing his new name, the fox kit-- Tails-- lit up like it was the most exciting thing he'd experienced. Maybe it was.

"Yes! Yes, yes!" he exclaimed happily, jumping out of the hollow to fly around in a circle. "Tails! I'm Tails!"

And Sonic merely smiled. It seemed like he had a new baby brother.

(thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed! This will be posted on Wattpad soon - my user is Chaton15 there - and this has made me want to write a ton more so I'll just post it as the first of a bunch of Sonic one-shots. 🤩)

[pixelatedraindrops]

My RainCode fic, Under The Weather is officially on my AO3! I made a quick little scribble to promote it a bit further too :3

Poor Yuma can never catch a break with me... ;w;

I altered and added to it so its 2k words longer than what I had in the OG post so...hope you enjoy the little additions I made to it!

This is also my tamest silliest fic as well as it being the only one that has NO SPOILERS. So anyone can give it a read!

Hope you enjoy! ^-^

[thicctails]

If Energon is the blood of Primus, and Sam is now the vessel of Primus' spark, would it be considered cannibalism if someone drank the Energon he bleeds?

[skitskatdacat63]

Boy King AU | Vettonso + Martian | 1.3k

There's something about putting the future emperor of the Holy Realm on his knees like this. About how easily he goes, how willingly, how obediently. What would his adoring public think if they could see him now. If they saw their beloved king pressed down like this, in the cramped space between Fernando's legs. When they realized their little boy king took it like he was a little concubine instead. 

Fernando's bitterness is lifted away in moments like these, like taking off a heavy cloak on a winter's day. It was hard to feel humiliated about his own situation when watching Sebastian debase himself like this. 

He always gives himself up so easily. When Fernando threaded his fingers through his thick curls. When he pulled them, and then when he pressed his face down further down into the vee of his legs.  Sebastian rubbed his cheek into the coarse fabric of Fernando's breeches and blinked up at him. Fernando had to smother an embarrassing sound; he was just like a little cat!

Sebastian quirked his lips up into an odd little smile and slightly rose up on his knees, "What's funny?" Fernando swallowed lightly and schooled his face back into being impassive, "Nothing. As you were." Sebastian simply smirked at him and let himself be pushed back down by the fist clenched in his hair. 

Fernando scoffed internally, there was only so much pleasure in putting the other man in his place when he instead acted like this, this degrading action, was his birthright. He took to ruling and indulging in carnal pleasures as if they were of equal gravity. To be privileged to hold such high station and also let himself be taken apart like this…Fernando felt embarrassed for him.

He is dragged away from his musings when Sebastian moved to settle his hands in Fernando's lap, clutching his hips over the fabric and slightly squeezing; Fernando fought against the urge to shiver. Sebastian pushed up the skirt of Fernando's waistcoat and smoothed his hands over the opening flap of his breeches.

His eyes darted up at Fernando again, a daft smile on his face. Fernando scowled at him, "What?" Seb's grin sharpened, "You could stand to be a little more gracious. This is your future emperor, and future husband might I add, kneeling for you on this dirty, depraved, derelict- ah–" Fernando tugged on his hair again and hissed, "Well then, why don't you show me how eager you are to perform your marital duties?" 

Seb licked his lips, completely unconcerned by Fernando's annoyance, and unbuttoned one side of the closure to Fernando's breeches and moved to open the other–

The door to the carriage flew open, arrival announcement dying on a wheezing breath as the servant took in the image the two kings made. One splayed across the seat, exuding power, the other kneeled, debauched, between the former's legs. 

One would be hard pressed to determine which was higher on the totem of power and titles. 

There was something gratifying about this to Fernando, about being caught. He had been humiliated enough throughout the entire courtship, what was one more thing? And, certainly, what was one more thing if he could drag Sebastian down into the dirt with him. 

"Oh Mark, don't act so abashed! It's nothing you haven't seen before, in fact, we have been in this very position not even a fortnight ago!"

Oh. Yes. That. 

It was hard to be completely pleased when he remembered how Sebastian had already spent years prior to their engagement sampling the palace's ample selection of fellow high-born men. And how all those men seemed to be completely and utterly wrapped around his little finger.

Fernando released his hand from Sebastian's hair as if it had burned him. He did not understand why he felt ashamed with Mark looking in on them like this. Fernando was the one marrying Sebastian, not Mark; Mark was just a lowly courtier who had the esteemed duty of spending practically every waking hour with the brat…something he himself was decidedly not looking forward to. 

Sebastian stayed kneeling, staring impassively up at Mark, still fiddling with the clasp on Fernando's breeches. Fernando gritted his teeth and looked up from where he was watching Sebastian's clever little hands; Mark stared back at him placidly. 

Mark's indifference made the entire situation worse. Fernando now felt as if he was not doing anything unique, not doing anything particularly new. How many other men had Mark caught Seb with in this exact position? Fernando felt like he was just another plaything of the boy king, soon to be boy emperor, except his position was forever, permanent. He was the "Kept King", the king who only kept his throne due to the whims of a boy who doesn't even understand what power is.

Mark coughed, "Well," he says, "Your Majesty, I do believe you have a meeting to attend." Seb pouted at him and whined, "We were just getting to the main course," but still braced himself on Fernando's thighs and got up off the carriage floor. 

Seb pranced down the steps Mark had placed next to the carriage, miming tripping sown the stairs, snickering when his action made Mark reflexively reach out to grab him, and then playfully skipped off the final step. 

Fernando couldn't help but stare as Mark made the weirdest grimace in response, and he inexplicably felt all his mortification seep away from him. Huh. Maybe Mark is-

Seb then turned around and frowned at him, seemingly disappointed, but his eyes are deceivingly sharp, "Fernando, I regret to inform you that I have other duties I must attend to, you will simply have to wait." He then grinned up at Mark next to him and giggled as the other man stiffened when Sebastian looped both of his arms through Mark's. 

He leaned all his weight on the other man, Mark not so much as shifting his weight, "Oh Mark, won't you carry me back to the palace? I'm so very tired after all the horse riding," Seb looked up at him imploringly.

Fernando observed as Mark rolled his eyes and shrugged off the man, though notably not pulling his arm from Seb's grasp, and he got the distinct feeling that this exact scene had been played out countless times before. 

Fernando clenched his jaw as he watched Seb turn and saunter off, Mark trotting alongside him like a loyal dog. Fernando was supposed to be the unaffected one in this partnership, the unflustered one, the unconcerned one. And yet here he stood, in broad daylight, in a foreign kingdom, on the steps of a carriage with his breeches half unbuttoned and his cravat in disarray. 

He heard a cough from beside him, jolted and looked to the side. Sebastian's loyal Horse Master stood there, lounging against the side of the carriage. Fernando had forgotten who had even been driving the carriage in the first place. After Seb has let himself be pushed down, his hair still windswept from their ride together, everything else seemed to fade away. His thoughts were reduced only to how he could mess up the younger man's hair further. 

Jenson grinned at him wolfishly, and casually crossed his legs,  "First time?" he inquired. Fernando glared at him. The other man laughed openly at him, "What? He's a busy man with big prospects. You're not his majesty's only conquest, you know. Now your throne on the other hand…"

Fernando seethed, it was one thing to be humiliated by the future emperor, but to be patronized by the king's horse boy? No. It would simply not do. He closed his eyes in annoyance, pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaled, and prepared a speech about how he was not about to be talked down to by a man who didn't even have a throne to speak of! 

But when he opened his eyes again and opened his mouth to begin his tirade, Jenson was already wandering away to tend to the horses. Dios mío, Fernando was not mentally prepared to spend the rest of his life with all of these impertinent morons. 

[darkluminosity]

The moment you get a neat idea for a side chapter, but it turns into a 1,500+ word chapter that you want to insert between other chapters you've already established...

Only problem is, you have to change several details and dialogue scenes for continuity purposes... otherwise it won't make much sense as a whole. And you like all of the ideas but they don't quite fit together nicely anymore. 🤦🏻‍♀️

(Thanks Kaeya, I know you want more screen time and you drive the plot a bit, but sheesh, you can be so high-maintenance sometimes... 🤣)