#im in a salty mood tonight

[linktheacehero]

I am mentally strangling the person who created the "zelink are siblings" theory because it is getting out of hand and how the fuck does one even play loz and come up with that????

[writingjourney]

Papa(i cant decide what number 1-4) : angry at his lover, because she avoids him..

Reader in her bedroom: p-please love...kill me i have a fever

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(sorry for the link im too shy to send this ask as me, but i think its kinda funny)

ghosting | papa x gn!reader

I could not decide on a Papa either, so I kept it as neutral as possible and (I hope) you can all imagine the Papa of your choice :) and anon, you need not be shy, I am so grateful for your ask <3

summary: your papa thinks you're avoiding him but once he finally finds you, he realises that he got it all wrong.

content: 2.5k words, sick care, some suggestive remarks, fluff mostly

masterlist – Ao3 link

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Papa scoffs into his afternoon coffee, nearly spilling the hot liquid all over his papal robes. Still nothing. He’s staring at his phone, the screen cracked from when it slipped out of his pocket while he fucked you on his desk two days ago. And yet he can clearly make out the two blue hooks indicating that you’ve read his message from this morning.

What he also sees is that there is still no reply. Your silence, your absence, the uncertainty – it drives him mad. He is so used to having your undivided attention, seeing your name pop up on his screen with a frequency that keeps him from getting any work done as of late. Not your name, though, no. He saved you under “amore mio” a long time ago. Not that you’re aware of it just yet, but his feelings for you have long since surpassed mere lust and friendliness.

His mind constantly wanders to you. Knowing your schedule by heart, it is easy to imagine what you’re doing, what may have you so distracted. Right now, you should be helping in the gardens, sweaty and panting from the exertions in the warm afternoon sun. He knows how pretty you look like that, even more so when you’re sprawled out underneath him as he gets lost in the soft curves of your body. He yearns to lick the salty sweat off your heaving chest, to hear your whimpers as his lips leave not a single inch of your skin untouched.

Alas, he is stuck in his office, brooding over paperwork.

He’s trying hard to concentrate on the words in front of him, not to stare at his screen all day like a depraved, starving man. Impatient, he even set the phone to vibrate but despite knowing he’d get a notification if you texted him, he taps the screen every two minutes to check. Just to make sure he doesn’t miss it. 

Oh how he’s longing for even the most delicate touch, a simple kiss on his cheek as you tell him to take it easy today, your hand squeezing his across the table. You used to do that, visit him in his office at least two times a day. Not always innocent. Actually, very rarely innocent. He can almost hear the echo of you screaming his name for half the abbey to hear. And yet, you have not been anywhere near these four desecrated walls in almost two days. Not since the last time you were intimate with him.

Why won’t you reply? A flash of doubt and a pang of anger. Could you be getting tired of him? Did he come on too strong? If that were the case, you should tell him. He’s a busy man, you of all people know that, and yet here you are practically ghosting him, as the younger Siblings call it. By now it’s almost dinner time, you must have had a chance to at least type in a yes or no. Papa knows if he can’t see you tonight he is going to lose his mind. He needs the confirmation or he’ll be nervous and distracted for the rest of his day.

Generous as he is, Papa gives you another hour, finishing up the dreadful paperwork before he has a quick dinner of reheated pasta from the day prior. It tastes like nothing to him and the emptiness of his quarters only adds to his foul mood. His eyes are still trained on his phone, the battery still half full, unused with the lack of texting. The only time his screen lights up this evening it’s to remind him that his screen time has gone up by eighty percent over the past week. It seems like that’s an issue you’re solving for him right now.

Papa knows he cannot go another night without seeing you. He needs to confront you, ask if you really lost interest or if you just need more space. Whatever it is, having clarity will be easier to bear than silence.

Entering the dorms is always risky business. People gossip, someone is going to see where he’s knocking, and while everyone knows the two of you are… something, he’s not keen on everyone speculating about why you’re suddenly on cooldown.

But when he knocks, nothing happens. He repeats the motion, rapping his knuckles against the wood three times, louder now. Nothing. He hears music, some sort of electronic beats, the tunes wafting over from another dorm room. A party, surely. Yours however remains eerily quiet. In a last attempt to find out if you’re even home, he tries the door.

It is unlocked, so you must be home. For a moment he considers leaving again but then a painful thought hits him: If you’re home, not opening up… it means you’re avoiding him. Clearly. 

What crime did he commit to deserve your ignorance? His anger propels him to enter, despite knowing he’s invading your privacy. But he cannot go back to his quarters without confronting you, not when he’s already in such pain. He’s feeling the anticipatory grief over losing you and it’s all because he let his guard down way too fast, leaning into your kindness, your loving nature. He always had a feeling that this was too good to be true, that despite thinking this time would be different, he’d end up in pain. Everyone just wants the sex, the fun, not the commitment that being with a Papa, maybe even loving a Papa, meant.

Fiddling with the doorknob, he feels awful for even thinking these things. You never gave him reason to doubt you, but it is just so easy to slip back into his old insecurities. Certain that he’s just seeing ghosts, Papa pushes the door open silently.

Upon entering the small antechamber that leads to your bedroom, he hears you moaning. He hears the rustling of sheets, the mattress creaking. A loud fuck.

Papa stops dead in his tracks, nearly toppling over as a wave of nausea hits him. For a second, his worst fears and his deepest insecurities melt into one big gooey ball of panic. He wants to be sure that what you have is special, but you never openly decided to be exclusive, that you wouldn’t see other people. He’s been meaning to ask, to tell you how he feels… too late, it seems.

But no. He soldiers on. If anyone else dares to touch you, they will receive all of his demonic, unholy wrath. He has a whole company of ghouls who would love to get a taste of human flesh again, if need be. Papa opens the door to your bedroom, anxious but driven, ready to face whatever lies behind. And he does find you in bed like he expected, only… you’re alone.

You don’t even look up. Are you sleeping? The room is stuffy, curtains closed and all he hears is your whimpering.

“Hello?” he asks quietly, his heart hammering in his chest.

“P-papa?” 

Your voice is barely audible. His anger turns into concern as he hurries to your side, sitting down at the edge of the bed. Immediately you reach for his hand in an attempt to squeeze, but it seems like you’re too weak to clench your muscles.

“Kill me, Papa. Release me from this torment,” you whine. “Please.”

“Tesoro, what is going on?”

You groan in reply, a sound only made more horrifying by the soreness of your throat. You sound like a dying animal and if he’s honest, you kind of smell like one too. He wonders how long you’ve been in this position.

“I am dying,” you whisper.

“What happened? Are you injured?”

He’s scanning your body but most of it is covered. Before he can pull away the duvet, you try to squeeze his hand yet again, this time with more vigor.

“S-sick,” you choke out. “The flu.”

“The flu?”

Papa ignores the bad conscience that’s settling in his mind and gives into his worry. He jumps up, opening the curtains and the window to let in some fresh air. You hiss like you’ve been burned, despite the sun already setting. Disregarding your complaints, Papa finds a thermometer and pain killers on your bedside table.

“We need to check if you have a fever, tesorino, can you open your pretty mouth for me?”

You giggle at his words. “I’m too sick for that, Papa.”

“You clearly have a fever if you think I’m going to laugh about this right now,” he states, removing his gloves and throwing them aside. His scowl is not in earnest, he’s not annoyed, of course, but he needs you to know your health is paramount.

“You’re so dramatic,” you whisper but you let him slot the thermometer between your lips anyway.

“I am dramatic? Who’s been locked inside their room like they have the plague without replying to my texts?” 

Papa presses the backs of his hands to your hot cheeks, acting like a mom who doesn’t trust the thermometer. You’re burning up, worrying him even more. Your skin is ashen, hair tousled, and he can see you shaking slightly.

At his words, your brow furrows. “I texted back,” you say, words muffled by the device in your mouth.

“You did not, amore. I have been wondering what I did to upset you so,” Papa admits. “I thought you were avoiding me. Ghosting me, as they say.”

Your eyebrows shoot up and as soon as Papa pulls out the thermometer, forehead scrunching up as he reads the 38.9°C, you start babbling.

“I was not, Papa. I would never. I was so sad I could not see you.” You swallow, groaning as the pain in your scratchy throat hits you. “Can you check my phone? I dropped it.”

Papa finds it under your bed. He lets you unlock it and you’re right, you did reply, only you never hit sent. I am sick in bed, Papa. I miss you too, but I would not want you to catch the flu. ♥︎

“I would never avoid you on you purpose,” you whisper, looking at him through heavy-lidded eyes.

He bends down to kiss your feverish forehead, feeling the heat against his lips. “I know that now, amore, don’t worry about it. I’m sorry I ever thought such a thing.”

“Amore?” you ask, grinning through a thick layer of haze. “That’s new, Papa.”

He can practically feel his cheeks turning rosy under his paint. “You know I like you, gioia mia, that is not new.”

“But amore is not just liking, right? It’s–”

“You have a fever, dolce. I need you to take the ibuprofen. Where do you keep your glasses?”

You pout at his interruption and with one last look at your puckered lips, he jumps up, avoiding not only your question but also the intense urge to kiss you. You’re in no condition to have a deep conversation right now. He searches the cupboards in your tiny kitchenette until he finds a glass he can fill with water. By the looks of it, you have not eaten all day, it’s far too clean.

“I don’t know if I can swallow,” you whine upon his return.

“We both know you’re very good at swallowing, amore. Open up.”

You frown without any real intensity and it’s an adorable sight, even in your messy, unkempt state. “I thought we weren’t joking about this.”

“It is allowed when I do it,” Papa says, practically shoving the pill into your mouth. “Drink, amore. You need liquids.”

You manage to swallow and the water feels like honey but only for a moment before the pain returns and your throat protests wildly. Even so, your mind still clings to his words.

“Papa,” you whine, reaching for his hand as soon as he’s set down the glass.

His mismatched eyes flicker to yours, still worried. “Yes?”

“You never answered.”

“We should talk about this tomorrow, sì? When you feel better.” At your sad expression he gives your hand a comforting squeeze. “I will go find some soup for you now, some other medication.”

“But I don’t want you to leave.”

“I will come back, dolce, you don’t make that pretty head worry too much, eh?” 

You whimper dramatically. “But what if I am dead by then?”

Papa sighs but it’s followed by deep chuckle as he playfully rolls his eyes at you. “You win, amore, I will text one of the ghouls.”

As soon as the text is sent, Papa closes the window again and starts to undress. From your position on the bed you’re watching him like a hawk, pulling a fuzzy blanket over your mouth to hide your grin. He can’t help but find it endearing and suddenly he feels even worse for assuming the worst today. Once he’s in his briefs and undershirt, he crawls into bed behind you, pulling you close. You’re a little sweaty, not exactly smelling fresh, but he doesn’t mind. Feeling your warmth, having you tucked against him, it’s all he really needs. 

And as his heart does a flip, racing thanks to your proximity, he gently cups your cheek. “Do you think you can give me a kiss, amore?”

“But you’ll get sick,” you whisper, the protest dying as soon as he tilts your chin up.

His lips graze yours, softly pressing in more and more until you melt against him. Even your lips are warmer than usual and he keeps it chaste, breaking away to look into your eyes again.

“Papas don’t get sick, eh?” He gives a tender kiss to your forehead, gently running his fingers through your hair before they settle on your back. “Now, you wanted an answer.”

Your look is pleading and it’s like your shining eyes are trying to lure the words right out of him. He wonders how he ever worried you may not feel the same when it’s written all over your face. His nerves start showing then, fidgety fingers drawing tiny patterns on your back, and he can feel your hands pressing into his chest, gripping at the fabric of his shirt.

“I love you,” he finally says. “You are my amore, my love. Tieni il mio cuore in mano. Please, I want to ask you to be mine.”

“I love you, too.” A big grin spreads out on your face. You lean in to kiss him again, softly moving your lips against his, and you stay impossibly close as you whisper. “And I am yours, forever, if you are mine.”

Papa smiles against your mouth and for a moment he forgets that you’re sick and kisses you harder. When he breaks away, you’re breathless, coughing softly, but he can tell by the happy look on your face that it was worth it.

“I am yours, amore,” he says. “I am yours forever, if Satan allows me.”

You settle against his solid chest, warm cheek pressed to the skin just above the neckline of his shirt. After today, your Papa vows to take better care of you, to trust you fully and cast any doubts aside as soon as they arise. And so he wraps his arms around you even tighter, whispering soft praises  into your hair until you’re finally asleep again, the only sound in the room your soft and even breathing.

non vedo l’ora di baciarti – I can’t wait to kiss you

tieni il mio cuore in mano – you hold my heart in your hand

[nitroish]

How are you tonight? Im salty my back pain is acting up yet again but otherwise im doing ok

im alright !! i hope your back pain gets better !! and im ? decent . im in a chatty mood so im just skuttlin around my blog

[singwhenyoucantspeak]

im in such a salty mood tonight if anyone could tell

[splatfest-official]

oh do y’all wanna hear the story about how i was shut down when talking abt gun control w my peers

[bisoras]

1, 3, 4, 5, 7, 9, 11, 14 (choose whatever fandoms you like!) ⭐️

1. What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get? tbh i started watching teen wolf bc i was excited abt st3rek and listen,,,, i don’t see it at all even a little bit like i just can’t ???

3. Have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion? YES im lookin at the sh fandom and their anti (CANON) ace!raphael selves smh. also i’ve unfollowed gr//adence shippers from the fa.ntastic bea/sts fandom bc,,, disgusting

4. Do you have a NoTP in your fandom? Are they a popular OTP? the first one that came to mind was akur//oku but,,,,,,,,, even beyond that,,,,,,,,,,, dr@rry 110% @hp fandom what the fuck why wont u love urselves and stop rewriting the characters to make ur weird crackship “work”

5. Has fandom ever ruined a pairing for you? AKUR//OKU (alternatively: sa//phael @ sh fandom. it was okay, i didnt mind it, but ur stupid obsession w it ???? they have zero (0) chemistry ?????? simon is literally terrified of raphael 76% of the time) (double alternatively is lowkey lightning/hope bc i love their chemistry no matter what the attraction (be it romantic or platonic or familial or what) but fandom grips on what’s what just,,, no))

7. Is there anything you used to like but can’t stand now? geeez can i just answer ak/uroku for all of these??? if not then tbqh probably z//utara from atla bc the fandom (at least,, used to) act so???? holier than tho and “IT WAS FATE MEANT TO BE THEY’RE SOULMATES OPPOSITES ATTRACT KATAANG CAME OUT OF NOWHERE” and im like bro,,,, chill,, please

9. Most disliked character(s)? Why? @ ftwd fandom (or should i say t/100 fandom smh) alicia drives me insane like ????? she was okay if a little boring but u guys literally crawled up her ass and acted like it was the alycia show and it’s nOt literally every other character is more interesting than her just shut up ok u literally ruined ftwd for me bc of that nonsense

11. Is there an unpopular character you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why? OK I HAD A WHOLE ANSWER HERE ABT VILLIANS BUT YKNOW WHAT IM CHANGING TO GINNY WEASLEY OK BRO LISTEN GINNY DESERVED BETTER also so did ron and he is 110% applicable here too but dOnt open up that can of worms w me holy fuck

14. Unpopular opinion about your fandom? @ hp fandom ,,hp is one of my special interests and also my longest surviving special interest but u suck the fun out of everything and make me regret ever looking into fandom outside of ffnet bc ur nonsense makes me wanna kms

salty ask list B)

[wayward-lives]

So since the whole BLM thing started I’ve lost 25 followers. To those old followers: how did y’all not know how aggressively activist I am?? Hope you get over yourselves soon! ☺️☺️

[prowl-autism-extraordinaire]

9, 10, 13 (for roddy), and 22! ~whirling

9.  Most disliked character(s)? Why? oh ho, time for the real salt. rung- shitty at his job, hypocritical; mtmte thunderclash is tacky. like his personality and character are cool but i cannot stand his paintjob. yall if someone like.edited the comics to make him grayscale id change my answer like that but he is. so tacky. uhhh windblade. dont ask why bc idk but she rubs me Wrong. tfp ratchet is grudgingly not-disliked on an episode by episode basis. necrobot- cape is tacky. swerve is irritating and loudmouthed and his holoform wears flip flops. crocs are fun but flip flops are unforgivable

10.  Most disliked arc? Why? mtmte-wise, remain in light. i dont rlly have a reason but that arc was one i STRUGGLED to get thru. like i skimmed that bitch. tfp, imma say the one where prime is in the cave and the base is destroyed and everyone is freaking out bc. i rlly thought wj was dead and smokey was NOT ready to be prime, he was just the best option and miko was UPSET and ratch was losing his shit like. it hurt me alright

13. Unpopular opinion about XXX character? (Rodimus) okay SO i think that hes not half as shallow or flighty as hes usually considered; hes an asshole and a leader, at the most uncharitable id say hes selfish and focused on what makes him better than whoever hes fixated on oneupping this time; but generally i think he tries to do right by the ppl hes responsible for, even if his ego trips him up

22.  Popular character you hate? bumblebee. hands down. sorry bee fans i cannot stand the yellow man. hes bland and honestly could serve as a placeholder character in. all medias EXCEPT tfa which. is not enough to save him from my judgement

[outofcontextdickkory]

Funny thing about Jason: He hated Bruce for not avenging him, he hated the Replacement, but never had anything bad to say about the 1.0 version of Robin, who actually did avenge him. Dick had initial issues with someone else being Robin, but we saw those resolved. And yeah, the whole "Batman hates aliens/metas" is just a handicap. (And a dumb one: Dick clearly adapts his tactics to his friends' and foes' abilities.) Can't have Superman lock up all Gotham' s criminals without breaking a nail.

Ughhhh DC so rarely understands Jason’s motivations and feelings, and doesn’t take into consideration characterization or canon at ALL when they do touch on it. Dick being upset abt Robin at first? Totally understandable. Dick later on accepting Jason as a brother? Yes! So in character! I can even understand why they don’t spend much time together -- Dick is busy with the Titans -- but seriously. There should’ve been something between them after Jason was resurrected that wasn’t just... what, fighting? Jason stealing his identity? I think he tried to ask Dick for help, but that’s about it, and tbh Dick WOULD’VE HELPED HIM if DC knew anything about these characters skdfjhsadjkhajhdkjfhsjkah

Bruce hating aliens/metas is the most gd stupid thing I have ever heard. Like there’s what u point out, plus even without Dick and the other batkids all being very friendly with tons of them, BRUCE is friends with them! Clark is his best friend! He doesn’t hate Diana, Barry, J’onn, etc etc!!! And why would he hate Kory, who is not only a powerhouse that has taught Dick new moves (thus making him more powerful too, which I imagine B would actually like without the lens of “Bruce Must Be Better Than Dick”) but also makes his son happy!!!!! 

[skyguyed]

2 things

1. fuck trump

2. fuck reylo

[dyketectivecomics]

I don't know if Tumblr ate my dialogue prompt/book ends ask or not from a week or so ago but just to be on the safe side I wanted to let you know I did send one in! If you're still working on it there is absolutely no rush!!! I'm just checking in because Tumblr tends to eat my asks a lot. Hope you are well!!

I got u bro! Ye I’ve got ur ask sitting right here in my box!! There’s a few requests that have been sitting here a little longer than it & I try to hit my asks on First Come First Served as much as possible (but it all def depends on when inspo strikes too and when I have time. All those stars aligning n what not yknow how it is!)

But I appreciate asks like this, checking in & progress checks for accountability just make me go 🙏💕🙏💕🙏💕🙏💕🙏💕🙏💕🙏💕🙏💕🙏

[toomuchdickfort]

Me: writes like two pages of some random whim thing

Me: double checks one thing and hops back to tumblr

Tumblr: FUCK WHAT YOU WERE WRITING YOU OBV WANT TO CHECK YOUR NOTIFICATIONS RIGHT RIGHT NO ITS NOT IN YOUR DRAFTS BECAUSE FUCK YOU-

[sleepwalk-living]

hard to swallow pills: the person you stan is not a personal friend you’ve made. thats just the way it is and that’s fine. they dont know us and we dont know the true them because there are sides of them we will never see- learn to be okay with the type of relationship we have. we have a connection as fans and they love us differently than anyone else in their life, but you can’t be too familiar with your celebrity. sometimes yall will make a joke to or about a celebrity/personality because it’s a joke that you would make to a friend, but you have to realise that sometimes it doesn’t land the way you intended. sometimes yall are just downright fucking mean when you think you’re being cute or complementary and you need to recognize what is and isnt appropriate. 

before saying anything to or about them, first ask yourself: is this an okay thing to say to a stranger on the street? if the answer is no, don’t say it. then you can apply whatever fandom politics and procedures you like to adjust the level of familiarity, but bottom line? if you really truly love them, you will put their comfort and feelings before your own need to be recognized as a quirky, goofy friend.

[nadjadoll]

🌸

[geekychemist]

[lost-shinjuku]

FUCK BITCH