#im not clogging the normal tag for this one guys

[pandawasbored]

Schlatt actually being genuine for once

Me:

[numberoneanika]

Honestly the roleplay blogs are stronger than I am because if I saw a post where people were saying my blog was annoying and calling me corny I would jump in a large pit and rot away

[eldragon-x-moved]

5, 14, 16?

spoilers under the read more because i dont wanna clog up the tag lol

favorite optional event?

I mean. okay I'm gonna rule out twohats because that's obvious, I wouldn't be so unwell about Loop if it wasn't for this one. With that out of the way prrrrooooobably Bad Touch? With Sus as a close second.

I recall first seeing the Bad Touch event and it was a huge What the Fuck moment. And it's like. when the touch starvation and the desperation and the lack of communication. Isabeau himself isn't even a character I care about a great deal by himself in comparison to the others but I've already drawn two Bad Touch related artworks.

also i keep thinking about this post which is really funny to me sorry

favorite character portrait(s)? (feel free to specify a character! or not! do whatever!)

For Loop it's the classic teehee, the sad kicked puppy one, and their furious one because I'm normal about the scene where their portrait briefly switches to a Siffrin one.

Siffrin has so many good portraits but right now I'm picking the one just before the final attack on the King in act 2, the threatening one, and the "maybe we should" one because. I'm gay

For Mira I'm going with her laughing one because it's cute, her shocked one because I just like the body language in it if that makes sense, and the angry one because iirc this one is only used in act 5 where she stands up to Siffrin and it makes me think about how if you make a wish to keep travelling with Mirabelle at the Favor Tree, Siffrin says he feels like she gives herself too little credit in her personal growth and that she learned to stand up for herself and speak up a lot more during the journey. I like to refer to this as her "Fluttershy arc". <- guy who likes fluttershy

okay i actually dont feel like doing the rest you only get my top three characters but honorable mention to blushing odile

what craft type do you think you’d be?

easy. paper. its called the creative craft and im an artist and made my isat self insert a paper type already lol

[crushedsweets]

OK PART 2

NO NEED TO ASK PERMISSION OR DO ANYTHING LOL if i made some requirement it would be weird imo... plus make it harder to answer asks w/o clogging up my feed...so yk... yeup! same goes for everyone, just send a normal ask, tag it as an emoji, and we go from there LOL. otherwise im way less likely to respond granting permission cuz i feel awkward

best of news for past you. i have posted more kate since i got this. W

IM GLAD I THINK!!!

ur so sweet anon. thank u. HAHA i love her. gotta draw some more asap

THERE R A LOT OF U GUYS... HAHA

he is hell on earth...most foul man.... the smell of BO is unbelievable....

i love when people roleplay werewolves. i think its funny. the alpha in them..

THIS WOULD BE SO FUCKING FUNNY TOBY WOULD BE SO FUCKING MAD IT WOULD BE OVER. IT WOULD BE SO OVER.

TYSM!! <3333 UR SO SWEET THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!

TREAT ?.... TREAT!!!!

its so funny how liu attracts so many gay men and jane attracts so many gay women. who does jeff attract. (nobody)

joey please explain this to me...asap..

TOBY KNOWS HOW TO BEAT BOX I KNOW IT I JUST KNOW IT HE SPENT FOREVER IN HIS BEDROOM IN HIS YOUTH BEATBOXING AND HE SHOWED LYRA ONE DAY AND SHE LAUGHED AT HIM AND HE SHOVED HER AND WENT TO HIS ROOM TO SULK

shes not in my au! if she is, she'd prob just some sort of spirit that wanders about.. maybe only friends with other ghosts

thank you.. i feel...so safe right now.. <3...

explain

DUDE WEEZER COVER ART IS ALWAYS SO FUNNY TO ME YOU SHOULD DO IT. ALSO THANK YOU SO MUCH!!YOURE SO SWEET <333

THANK YOU SO MUCHHH <333 i love nina so much shes so sweet tysm

HELLO!!!!! this is a super sweet concept but unfortunately.. im not capable of doing any sort of blank/reader/etc sort of concept cuz im bad at putting in a blank canvas HAHA BUT I THINK I SAW SOMEONE ELSE GET THIS ASK AND THEY GAVE A REPLY SO I HOPE U GOT SMTH GOOD

yes but it will be me x kate

i think so too. his skin would be very unpredictable. some days he'll just get a nice tan, some days he'll burn so bad he gets blisters. sun spots, freckles, moles, beauty marks, scars. he has everything there is to have on his skin. such is life

beyond fucking canon tbh. yeah.

i think you sent this when i asked for people to ask me for nurse ann headcanons AHHAHA but ill try to put out more just in case.

aw wait thats so cute i never even noticed this

AHHH I AGREE A LOT I SUPER AGREE. "running and fighting for freedom" freedom is such a huge thing for toby... "this is the last time i'll cry lullabies" im sure several times in his youth, he swore to god 'this is the last time someone takes xyz (power, joy, safety, etc) from me' . many times he was brought to tears and his dad beat it out of him. now he's stuck with swearing to god nobody will EVER take that shit from him ever again. 'im so tired of walking through this fire' literally . the second he walked into the fire he set when he was 17, he's been living through it every fuckign day he works under slendy and it suuuucks fucking aaaassss....

HELLO THANK UUUU AGAIN tbh i think! i think i'd just throw him into Dina's cult. he'd constantly paint her and treat her as a muse, because she's the center and 'goddess' of the cult. and then, to replicate the slaughter he committed in his university, he would instead mass-murder the cult after dina's disappearance... maybe die, maybe spend forever searching for her. maybe just go to jail after. but he'd def be apart of dina and lazari's story.

I HAVE SEEN DIGITAL CIRCUS!!! hmmm...... i think... kate as zooble for sure. lulu as gangle for sure. brian as kaufmo idk why... ummmm.... jack as pomni. maybe toby can be caine? not very fitting but also i feel like i could force it somehow.... i dunno who would be kinger tbh.

OK I NEED TO CLEAR MY ASKBOX

IM JUST GONNA ANSWER A TON OF THEM HERE SO I DONT CLOG UP MY FEED....

hi >.<

this is so fucking sweet i remembered how happy i was when i first got my car. i cried everyday for a week straight because i was so happy. very glad yall got to watch me get my first car. i spend over an hour in her every day commuting now. LMFAOOO (i named her lindsay btw) ((after tdi lsinday)). im so sorry im late but thank you so much this meant sm !!! <3

you asked me this in august im evil oh my god. anyway i aagree. but i am always inclined to forever think he's a midwest emo guy. twin sized mattress forever

SHE NEEDS AND DESERVES SO MANY.

im immediately inclined to say clocky or toby the second i see time and fire mentions. so ticciwork. my clocky is often a bit messy so she'd be pissed and angry and upset over the sort of war she's found herself in, especially as she sees toby just falling deeper into it. 'my god, was i oblivious?' when she finally realizes toby will always, always put Slenderman before her. frustrating. 'hell stays hungry for a world so weak' natalie is hungry for a good world, but she thinks everyone is too weak for goodness, meanwhile toby is hungry for power so he can make everyone else seem weak. etc. 'they only want you to bleed' they being slendy, operator, zalgo, etc etc etc... power, being a pawn, fighting, using humans as toys in a battlefield, etc etc.. yeah

RELEASE ME JOEY

i genuinely think nina is a really good influence on so many of the creeps. like theyre all assholes, traumatized, refuse to believe in the good in the world, etc etc. but nina is traumatized and still kickin. she comes in like ^_^ hello chat. and i think that, while its still important to feel the shitty feelings, it's really grounding to see someone whos just so .. able to be happy. idk. someone who SEEKS joy, rather than expects it to fall into their lap, and blames the world when it doesnt

this si perfect idk why i forgot about bats for him. gotta get back into this idea

AHHH OK I WILL DO MORE EVENTUALLY i just wanna say thank yewww i think theyre such a good sibling dynamic. like little brothers and big sisters and both being little assholes to eachother but would die for the other. idk. ugh. important to me.

actually this sounds really sweet..... thats funny cuz i was JUST talking to a friend about who i would have EJ go endgame with if i had to, but i couldnt settle on anyone. but liu seems like a good fit for ej. i think they'd be super sweet

ANON ME TOO AHHHH ITS LITERALLY MY FAVORITE FUCKING THING EVER. I DONT GAF ABOUT EVIL MEAN 'CANON' SLENDER I LOVE WHEN HE'S A DAD AND WORRIES AND STRESSES. IEPFB AND KASTOWAYS SLENDY>

AH THANK YOU!!! he reminds me of my little cousins HAHA theyre like 10-14 right now and theyre all cuties.... just playing roblox and being mischievous...

THIS IS ABOUT THE BLUSHING NAT DRAWING ISNT IT AHAH OMG THANK YOU!!! i think shes so cute. i know she cant handle compliments. she's either deadpanned 'thanks' or just covers her face and says 'shut up' cuz she doesnt know what to do.

I LOVE HER TOO!!!

GOOD NEWS THEN ive drawn her a handful of times since u sent this HAHA TYSM

you sent like... natobina i think... ok tbh kinda slaps

OK REAL but also when i read it i keep reading it as 'cochina' and i cannot bring myself to name the throuple that </3 HAHA

TBH AHAHA I SEE IT. TOBYS AMETHYST GARNETS NATALIE AND NINA IS STEVEN.

i want jeff to ache in his loneliness

i need to draw connie asap but also THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN FOR THE CAR CONGRATS I REALLY APPRECIATE IT IM SO HAPPY I LOVE MY CAR SO MUCH i gotta go vaccuum her..

shes such a cat to me. feline. of sorts, if you will

also good news for you anon, i have also drawn her an ungodly amount of times since youve sent this. LOL

THEYRE MY ANGELS I HAVE MORE OF THEM !!! I LOVE THEM!! AHHHGGG

literally the second that people tell me i made them start to like clocky i am overwhelmed with joy. i feel so much ache when people aren't fond of her bc shes so fucking cool and such a good character and so much fun. so sad that 2015 era creepypasta fandom destroyed her. but im here to fix it...

IM SORRY ANON I BARELY DRAW HIM HES JUST SO BOYISH I LAUGH EVERYTIME I SEE HIM FKAHAHAAH OK OKOK ILL CHANGE ILL DRAW HIM I SWEAR

I REMEMBER WHEN I FIRST STARTED DOING EMOJI ANONS BAHAHA u guys r funny

incredibly. happy. to do this to u.

nope! im not too interested in the 2021 nina just cuz i feel like i've seen that character concept many times (not just in jane), BUT if i had to do my own intepretation of her, 2021 nina would be INCREDIBLY immature in like. not a childish way, but an entitled, angry-fueled adult who cannot comprehend anyone else's thoughts/feelings. and thus, would despise OG nina (although within reason, OG nina idolizes the person who killed her family) . but even if there wasnt a good reason to dislike OG nina, she'd be mean. and OG nina would be mad and bitch. and theyd theyd fight. HAHA

I-IF...???????? ANON?

HELD TO THE FUCKING BRIM

[kitsuonyo]

Man, reading some of the things people post on here make me feel so much better about myself 😌🥰 Anyway, stan Charles

[littlelioncub43]

I posted 2,467 times in 2021

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#5

A Grumpy Gymnastics Guy

Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader

Word Count: 902

Warnings: None, tis all fluff

A/N: This is based on an ask I submitted to the lovely @slothspaghettiwrites (hey bestie!!) a while ago. I didn’t expect to write this but here we are! I’m thinking about writing a small series for Lance... but I’ll see how I feel about it.... I’m probably gonna do it. Do people read these author’s notes??? 

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Today just wasn’t his day. As soon as he lifted his head from his pillow, he could tell that today wasn’t going to be sunshine and lollipops. Lance had woken up, with a stiff neck might I add,  a whole hour later than he was supposed to. When he looked to check the time he was met with a dead phone. The charger wasn’t plugged in. 

“Fuck me,” he groaned, already annoyed at everything. 

He was quick to get back on schedule, getting dressed and out the door in less than 5 minutes. “Oh Christ,” he spat in a whisper to himself. 

It was cold and raining all day; bone-freezing gusts of wind shot bullets of sharp, cold droplets everywhere. He hadn’t grabbed his raincoat, and the water was quick to soak through the layers of his coat and track suit, but he pushed on and made it to the gym. Having arrived well over an hour late looking like a wet dog, Lance was in no mood to be made fun of, but that didn’t stop the other coaches and gymnasts from snickering as he walked by. 

He wishes he could say that training went on like normal, but no. When he was warming up, his stiff neck made it hard to tuck his chin in. Then, one of the new guys accidentally knocked over the chalk basin all over him. Then he couldn’t stick a clean landing on any of his routines. And to top it all off, on the way to the locker room he stubbed his toe. He had had it. 

He shoots you a quick text.

Lance: Are you at home?? 

A few minutes go by as he waits for your reply. 

Y/N: Yeah, it’s my day off.

Lance quickly packs his things and makes a beeline for his car, thankful that the rain had decided to take a break.

Y/N: Why??

Lance: Can I come over?

Y/N: Sure, just use your key when you get here

Lance drove almost on instinct to your apartment. The usually quick route was clogged by Sunday drivers who seemed to be scheming against him. It took him 20 minutes longer than normal to finally arrive at your apartment. Putting his car in park, he quickly makes the climb up the 3 flights of stairs to your door. 

“God, why the fuck does she have to live so high up,” he mutters, simply angry at everything at this point. 

He pulls out his key chain to find the key you had given him months ago. Finding the key with the little gold metal painted on it (you did it as a joke, you thought it was hilarious), he unlocked your door. The second the lock turned, he was met with a wall of comforting scents. You loved scented candles, your current favorite being cranberry and mandarin. There was the smell of herbal tea; of course you made tea, you always did when it was cold and rainy like this. Then there was the smell of you. A mix of your shampoo, your body wash, and the natural loveliness that was just you. 

Lance took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the calming aromas. You had heard him come in, the heavy sigh he released after kicking off his muddy shoes. Lance all but threw himself on your couch, his head resting in his hands. The dull throbbing pain in his temples pulsed in time with his heartbeat. You smiled softly from your spot in the kitchen, automatically knowing it was one of those days. 

You quietly made your way over to your grumpy boyfriend. You kneel in front of him, gently pulling his hands from his face to hold in your own, you have him look at you. His eyes are red, irritation that built up during the day evident in his baby blue eyes. The bags under his eyes show just how tired he is, how the day seemed to have kicked his ass. 

“Do you wanna sleepover? We could order some food, you can shower, maybe watch a movie or just go to bed. Does that sound nice?" you offer in a soft voice that doesn't add to his headache and a comforting gaze. He nods after a moment, offering a weak smile. “Alright,” you whisper and press a feather-light kiss to his forehead. 

Before you can get up to order the food, Lance pulls you into his lap effortlessly. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist, his head resting on your shoulder. He draws in another deep breath and shuts his eyes. You hug him back without a second thought, your own arms around him, rubbing soothingly up and down his spine. The tense muscles in his back finally start to reluctantly relax. You press a few kisses to the top of his hair and cradle him into you. 

"You ok, baby?" you ask against his hair, your free hand holding his head gently.

"Just wanted to hug you, is all," he answers in a croaky voice. 

You smile and hum, hugging him tighter. Lance holds you in his lap, relishing the way your warmth radiates through him. Running your fingers through his hair softly, you let him hold you as long as he needs. His day might have kicked his ass, but nothing beats the way you feel in his arms.

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359 notes • Posted 2021-06-20 05:15:43 GMT

#4

Thunder and Flowers

Summary: You and Thor haven’t been able to spend some time together in so long. He misses you, you miss him. A cozy night in will fix all that ;)

Pairing: Chubby!Thor x female!Reader

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: Smut 18+ ONLY (MINORS DNI), spit kink (you’re welcome.), slight dom!reader, slight sub!Thor (YOU’RE WELCOME), unprotected sex (use protection people, seriously, please), vocal Thor, needy Thor, feral Thor, slightly chubby!Thor, one mention of “breeding” but not necessarily breeding kink. I think that’s all. 

A/N: Alright! I kept thinking about this and I just decided to make it a fic, because why not! We all deserve slightly sub!Thor content. I hope you like it! Please reblog, leave a cheeky little comment, let me know what you think, if you want more Thor content or whatnot. I love hearing from you guys! I love you all

Kisses 

—K

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It was going to be a quiet night in, movies, tea, a nice home cooked meal—the whole nine yards. Thor made sure to finish up any business he had so he could dedicate his entire evening to vegging out with you on the couch. He’d been busier than he liked in the recent weeks, new meetings or missions with the Avengers pulling him away from you more and more frequently. He knew you understood, and he was grateful that you didn’t mind spending some quality time with yourself for a while, but he missed you terribly. He missed sleeping over for more than 2 nights at a time, going grocery shopping with you, talking to you about the book he was reading—just being with you. The moment you got home, Thor was already putting the groceries he bought for your little date night away in your fridge.

“Hi, Flower,” he sung with his sweet smile, it never failed to make you grin back.

“Hey there, hot stuff,” you sung back, tossing your keys and bag aside as you kick your shoes off without another thought. Thor gives a chuckle at that, making his way over to you. You meet him half way, wrapping your arms around him with a deep sigh. His arms winding around your waist on instinct, his head tilting to rest against yours as his muscular arms squeeze you to him. He lets out his own deep sigh, basking in the sweet cherry blossom scent of your shampoo and the comfortable heat radiating from your body.

“I missed you,” he hears you mumble into his shoulder. His heart twists at the thought of leaving you so often.

“I missed you too, Flower,” he whispers and presses a sweet kiss to the top of your head before pulling you back to smile down at you. His heart soars when he sees you beaming up at him, he can’t fight the urge to kiss you, so he does. His lips press against yours for the first time in weeks, the softness of your lips has his mind reeling, his tongue searching for yours, a deep hunger craving the taste of you. You moan softly when his tongue fills your mouth passionately, swirling around your mouth, desperate for a taste. The little sound you let out goes straight to Thor’s cock, lust beginning to cloud his mind as his primal instincts take over. You reluctantly pull back to catch your breath, panting and gasping into his open mouth as you look up at him. He gives you a crooked smirk, loving knowing that he affects you as much as you do him.

“Go get cleaned up, Flower, I’ll start making dinner,” he whispers and presses one more kiss to your kiss bruised lips. You giggle and nod as you skip to your room on wobbly legs.

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A hot shower and home cooked meal later, you and your Thunder God lay curled up on the couch, your back resting on the couch with Thor laying on his side, his head propped up on his elbow as he gazed down at you. He had been telling you about the happenings in Asgard, what funny trick Loki pulled on Sif, and what’s happened in the latest chapter of the book he was currently reading. You told him about the new project you picked up at work, the juicy work gossip about your coworker Sandra sleeping with one of the guys from IT that happened to be your boss’s ex boyfriend, and about the book you just finished while he played with your hair.

The next thing you know your mouth is being devoured by Thor’s as if he hadn’t just eaten dinner an hour earlier. Your hands slot through his hair slowly, relishing in the softness of the shorter strands that adorn his head. He lets out a rumbling growl when your nails scrape across his scalp, something that you know drives him wild. The playful giggle you let out has him grinning ear to ear and pulling you up into his lap as he sits up properly. You hear the distant rumble of thunder in the distance.

“Come here, little Flower,” he chuckles and reattaches his mouth to yours with a groan. Your soft body presses his into the couch, the teal silk robe he bought you for your birthday falling open as you straddle his ungodly thick thighs. Thor takes advantage of the exposed skin and immediately slides his large hands up your legs, grabbing a handful of your ass to pull you against the bulge in the front of his grey sweatpants. Your hips naturally grind down on him the moment you feel that familiar hardness against your core. It makes you shiver, a fluttering sigh leaving your lips. Thor groans, this one deeper in his throat when your pussy grinds on him. A bolt of lightning flashes across the sky followed by the low growls of the thunder. “Oh, Gods, Flower, I’ve missed this…”

“Me too,” you whisper against his lips, your mouth moving along his jaw sloppily, he always loved when you did, “missed riding you, baby.”  The undeniable shudder that shook his hulking frame made you smirk, you loved making him shiver and shake. You found that sweet spot near his ear that had Thor groaning in shaky tones, his hips rising to rut into yours, trying desperately to satisfy his needs. “You want me to ride you, Thor? Bounce on that fat cock, nice and hard until you cum?”

“Fuck, yes, ride me, Flower,” he nods and starts pulling off his clothes. Soon, he’s bare beneath you, your robe simply untied, you hadn’t bothered to put on anything underneath it. Thor’s hands are everywhere, pawing at your breasts, grabbing handfuls of your ass, kneading the supple flesh of your thighs, touching any and everything he possibly can while you continue to suck at his neck. You sneak a hand down his front, tracing over the muscles that rest underneath his tanned skin. He’d filled out a bit in the recent year and you were not complaining. His torso was still firm but less defined, giving him an inviting softness that made you want to snuggle against him forever. Your hand reaches its destination the moment you feel the throbbing length of his cock in your palm, a sharp inhale breaks from Thor’s mouth at the contact as another bolt of lightning crashes down. He was always so sensitive, so responsive, so vocal.

“Such a pretty cock, baby,” you whisper in his ear just how he liked, all breathy and mockingly sweet. “Is this all for me?” You ask and give his fat tip a loving pet, your thumb swiping away the beads of precum.

“Of course, it’s all for you, Flower, only for you,” he whispers back, his voice strained and hushed with pleasure, the small act having his eyes sliding shut. You kiss his temple sweetly and begin to stroke him at a teasingly slow pace, building him up.

“Such an angel,” you mutter mostly to yourself, his cheeks flushing even more at the compliment, his dick twitching happily in your palm. You giggle gently and speed up, jerking him off quicker and quicker. “Always so kind, so thoughtful…”

“Gods,” he curses under his breath, cock twitching uncontrollably as you shower him with praises. “Flower, please, need be inside you.”

His hand gripping your wrist to stop your hand from stroking him, his chest heaving with excitement. The moment your hand releases its grip, he’s once again devouring your mouth. You feel his fingers trailing along your inner thigh slowly before cupping your heat in one giant hand. He growls when he feels how soaked you are for him, swearing to himself he’ll spend the rest of the night worshipping this delicious heaven between your legs. Two thick, long fingers suddenly push into your entrance, your body stretching to accommodate his digits.

“T-Thor!” Your head tips back, your hands pulling at his hair as he begins to pump in and out of you slowly, letting your body adjust to the feeling of his fingers. He bites his lip when you clench down around his knuckles. Thor doesn’t know how he doesn’t blow his load right then and there, your tight pussy sucking his fingers deeper and deeper.

“You’re so tight, Flower, still don’t know how I fit inside this sweet cunt,” he growls as sucks a deep hickey into the column of your throat, “but I make it fit, don’t I, Sweetheart?”

You whimper in response when the pads of his fingers brush against that sweet spot deep inside you, your walls tightening even more, a fresh wave of arousal soaks his palm, making him groan happily. “That’s enough,” you say and push his hand away from your core, spreading gripping the base of his dick with your other hand and guiding him to your entrance.

“Wait, I didn’t stretch you o—Oh, Gods!!” He bellows as you sink down on him slowly. Deafening thunder shakes the earth, rain beating down steadily on your windows. His eyes squeeze shut as your tight walls wrap around his girth, pulsing wildly with your heartbeat, head falling back to rest on the back of the couch, his own chest heaving to try and calm himself down. You sigh a sweet moan into his ear, the delicious burn that comes with that first thrust leaves you dizzy and clawing into the meaty flesh of his shoulders. Your hips grind against his in nice slow movements, letting you both adjust to each other until Thor starts to push his hips up into yours.

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394 notes • Posted 2021-10-26 11:05:00 GMT

#3

Interruptions

Summary: Lance doesn’t like interruptions while he’s “working.”

Pairing: Lance Tucker x fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT(so obvi, 18+, minors DNI), hate fucking, cursing, explicit, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy), creampie, overstimulation, (developing) praise kink, pet names (Lance calls reader Princess), slight cum play, and Lance Fucking Tucker.

Word count: 2.7k (she’s a doozy)

A/N: I am loving writing for Lance right now! Especially because the series(?) is going to develop but I won’t tell y’all too much! Letting that sweet nonnie know, yes, sub!Lance will be making an appearance. Let me know what you think, I’m all ears and I would love to hear back from you! I hope you guys like it :3 Kisses 

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“Do you know who the fuck I am, Princess?” Lance snarled in your ear, his breath hot against your ear, “I’m a fucking Olympian, I’m a motherfucking God, I’m Zeus!” 

You were in the office again, chest pressed against the locked door with Lance’s firm grip keeping you in place. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his arrogant words, a humorless chuckle leaving you. 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know, you were an Olympian,” you say in a mock-sweet tone, sounding bored and uninterested, “but are you sure you’re still a God, Lance?” 

An angry growl reverberates in his chest, his large hand wrapping around your throat from behind to pull you against his chest, “watch your mouth, slut,” he warns through gritted teeth, nuzzling his face threateningly against yours. 

“Or what, Zeus?” You whisper defiantly. 

His response is to capture your lips in a dominating kiss, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth to fight with yours. Your body naturally opens up to him, your tongue submitting nearly instantly, hips beginning to grind back against the bulge in his pants, earning a shaky gasp from Lance. Lance ruts firmly against the plush cushion of your ass, welcoming the shivers that run through his body at the friction. 

His free hand slides down your front, taking a moment to grope at your chest, making you moan and arch into his touch. Hand still roughly pawing at your breast, you break free from his air-stealing kiss, panting heavily. With your head tilted back against his shoulder, Lance moves his mouth down the column of your neck, biting at the fading love bites and hicks he left days prior. 

“Ohh fuck, Lance,” you moan when he finds that one special spot, the harsh bite has you pushing your ass back against him harder. The moment you moan, Lance is moving to pull your shorts and panties down your thighs in rushed movements. 

“Gonna have to fucking remind you why I own that pretty pussy, Princess,” he whispers into your skin, pushing his own boxers to his mid thigh, his hand on your neck pulling you back to look him in the eye. Before you can tell him to shut up, he pushes into you in one steady, firm thrust. Your walls ache at the pleasurable stretch he brings, his cock pushing much deeper than you ever thought humanly possible, this alone making your toes curl in your shoes. 

“O-oh my god,” you whimper, eyes falling shut, your hands clawing at his thick thighs, looking for anything to ground you. 

“That’s right, I am,” Lance moans in a smug tone, a pleased smirk tugging at his lips, his chest heaving, brow furrowed in concentration. His eyes still holding the contempt from your on going fight, hand squeezing around your throat to coax you to open your eyes. When you finally do, he quirks an eyebrow and grinds into your heat slowly. You quickly nod at his silent question. Wasting no time, Lance draws back until only his tip remains inside you and swiftly plunges back in. The strong thrust tearing a loud groan from you both. 

“Aahhhh fucking hell, Princess!” Lance shouts, his pace steady but ruthless, well-timed thrusts hitting you hard in all the right places. Head tossed back, he let himself enjoy the way your slick pussy wrapped around him perfectly, like it was made just for him, his own slice of heaven. 

“Oh, shit, I gotta go!” That snapped him out of his bubble, hips slowing down but not stopping. 

“What? What do you mean?” He asked in confusion, your hands weakly pushing at his thighs. 

“I-I gotta pick up my friend’s kid in 10 minutes,” you moan out at his slower movements. 

The slowness didn’t last long, his thrusts picking up into a quick pace.“Laaaance!” You moan out in a long breath. 

“Have to go now? Can make y’cum in 2 minutes, Princess, just 2 minutes” he bargains in short, choppy grunts, trying his best to convince you to stay. 

“Ca-can’t! I want to, but can’t!” You tremble in his arms, everything in him screaming to keep going but he reluctantly pulls out with a groan. Both of you are panting, trying to regain your composure. 

After tucking himself back into his pants carefully, Lance gives your bare ass a harsh slap, earning a yelp from you. “I’m not finished with you, you know that, don’t you?” he whispers before pulling your panties and shorts back up your legs, letting the waist band snap against your hips teasingly. 

You shiver, turning to face him with a smirk, pulling him into a filthy kiss, “I’ll pick up the kid and drop her off, I’ll be at my apartment in an hour,” you murmur into his lips. 

“Fuck, ok,” he whispers back, your hand sneaking to grip his still hard cock and squeeze, “o-ooooh, you fucking bitch, get out of here” He groans and chuckles darkly. You turn and run with a laugh, trying to make this the fastest car ride you possibly could.

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Is this were I make a request? I have never requested anything before 😂 Um, well here is my Idea. For Lee if you don’t mind: So Y/N is giving Lee the silent treatment cause they had an argument but even though Y/N is pissed, they still do all the domestic things they normally would. Like cooking him meals, brushing off a piece of lint from his shoulder, helping him tie his tie in the morning and making sure his badge is straight, kissing his cheek before he leaves etc. Hope thats okay, if not don’t worry 🥺 xxxxxxxxx

Hello, my little munchkin!! This is where you request things 😊 this is my first Lee ask, so huzzah! I love this request so much, you have no idea. Angst is what fuels me 😈 Thank you so much for sending this in!

Kisses 💋

—K

P.S. this was written on my phone (again), so I apologize in advance for any spelling errors

Silent Treatment

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"Lee, all I'm sayin' is that I don't like how she flirts with y–"

"God, woman, do y'ever shut the fuck up? Yack yack yack all the fuckin' time! For the last time, you don't have to worry about it, and that's the last I wanna hear about it!" He shouted, exhausted and frankly over the entire argument.

You flinched at the sudden booming voice shouting at you. You glared at him for a moment before nodding your head and licking the inside of your cheek. You decided that yeah, it'd be the last he heard from you for a while. Without a word, you turned back to finish drying the dishes from dinner. Lee muttered a "good," before stomping off to the bathroom to get ready for bed. Both of you going to bed still angry.

You woke up before Lee did, as always, but looking at his sleeping face didn't bring the sweet fuzzy feelings like it normally did, instead it reminded you of how he shouted and insulted you the night before. With a small scoff, you got up and went about your normal routine, getting cleaned and dressed before making breakfast for the two of you.

Standing at the oven, you hear him in the bedroom, getting dressed for his shift at the station. Lee enters the kitchen, surprised to find his cup of coffee set on the table waiting for him. He half expected you to make him get it himself, it's what he'd do if he was you.

"Good morning," he says, his voice still gruff and hard, but you offer him no response and don't even spare him a glance.

He was still a little angry from yesterday's argument too, but he was mostly ashamed and guilty for having yelled like he did, though he couldn't remember exactly what he said. When he realized you weren't going to talk, he sat at the table to drink his coffee, opting to read the paper while he waited for you to finish cooking, glancing at the back of your head every now and then.

After a few minutes of silence, you set a plate in front of him. You hardly ate breakfast with him since he had to get down to the station early every morning, but the absence of your melodic voice telling him about your odd dreams or nightmares made him feel strangely lonely. But Lee was nothing if not stubborn. If you didn't feel like talking yet, fine, he wasn't going to waste his breath either.

When he finished his breakfast, you took his plate to finish cleaning the kitchen. Lee was standing at the mirror in the hallway, trying to figure out how to tie his tie. He was redoing the knot for the 5th time when he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. He turned to find you standing behind him, turning him to face you. Your hands tying the knot perfectly within seconds. You smoothed the collar of his shirt, even picking off the stray pieces of lint on his shoulder.

Lee watched you as you silently straightened out his uniform, your face was set, obviously still angry at him, your lips didn't curl into the soft smile like they normally would, nor did your eyes meet his. He frowned a little, that gnawing guilt coming back to bother him. Before he could say anything you were leaving back to the kitchen, he huffed and finished putting on his uniform.

Just as he was pulling on his wide brim hat, he felt a familiar soft tap on his shoulder again. You straightened the star of his Sheriff's badge before pressing a kiss to his cheek like always and ushering him out of the house. He left the house pouting and missing your voice already.

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Lunchtime came around, and Lee was excited to see you when you dropped off his lunch. He was determined to get you to speak to him, the rest of the station had been dealing with their Sheriff's poor mood all morning.

You were always on time, so right at 12:00pm you were knocking on his office door, his lunch in hand. Lee jumped up to open the door when he heard your first knock, practically flinging it open.

"Hi, darlin'," he says with a small smile when he notices you're looking at him now.

You give him a curt, tight lipped smile that he swears lasted less than a second, and offer him his lunch: a small lunch box and a thermos of soup. He takes it from you with a soft 'thank you.' You press a kiss to his cheek once more then turn on your heel and leave.

Lee was starting to get frustrated now. You've fought before, so why the hell were you being so stubborn now? He didn't say anything to–wait. He remembered what he said. A groan falls from his lips and he rubs his face as the memory of what he said replayed in his mind. "Shit..."

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When his shift is over, Lee makes a beeline for the florist to pick up your favorite flowers. He's enterned full apology mode. Bouquet in hand, he finally makes it home. He can smell the enticing aroma of dinner being made in the kitchen. His heart swelling at the fact that even though you're mad you still take care of him.

"Hey, sweetheart," he calls to you softly but is again met with silence. "I got these for you, know how much you like 'em," that seems to pique your interest, you turn to glance over your shoulder at him.

You soften ever so slightly when you see the bouquet of flowers in his hand. You also can't deny how handsom he looks in his uniform. You turn to face him as he moves closer, handing you the bundle of flowers which you accept. Your eyes finally meeting in a calm yet smoldering gaze.

"M'sorry I yelled at ya. It was uncalled for," he brought one hand to your waist, testing the waters to see if you'd let him hold you. When you don't push him away, he brings his other hand to your hip, pulling you closer.

"And m'sorry for cussin' at ya, an' tellin' ya y'talk too much," he spoke softly, he really was sorry, you could see it in his icy blue eyes. Still not saying anything you set the flowers on the counter top.

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Anger Issues

Summary: You and Lance like to argue. You hate him, he hates you, that’s how it’ll always be... right?

Pairing: Lance Tucker x fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT, so 18+ (minors DNI), hate fucking, choking, name calling, Lance Tucker being Lance Tucker but my interpretation of him

Word count: 2.6k

A/N: Hey, wee lambs! I missed you guys. I hope you like this one. I was supposed to be working on pt. 2 of Games and Lectures but I ended up writing for this guy instead. Oops, teehee. Like 99.99999% of my fics, this started as a filthy, naughty thot that I sent to @slothspaghettiwrites​ many moons ago. Leave a comment or send an ask if you have any suggestions, ideas, constructive criticism, or just want to chat :) Kisses —K 

P.S. this is for you @tumblin-theworldaway

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“FUCK YOU, LANCE!” 

You shouted at the top of your lungs, your throat a bit sore from the near half hour of arguing. You’d just about had it, and so had he. All the yelling and shouting and name-calling that was so common between you and Lance always ended with both of you red faced and fuming. 

Today was no different. The gym was empty, everyone had cleared out once they heard your voices shouting from the office. You can’t even remember what you were fighting about anymore, you just knew that Lance Tucker was the bane of your existence and that you did not plan on losing this argument anytime soon. 

“You’d have to get in line, Sweetheart,” he said with his signature smirk. 

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, “oh, I’m pretty sure it’d be short line,” your tone spiteful and harsh. 

He laughed dryly, scratching his cheek while looking you up and down, a new wave of anger rising in his icy blue irises. It wasn’t until then that you noticed just how close he was standing. Your head tilting back to look up into his fiery eyes with your own anger. His chest was heaving up and down as he cornered you against the desk, labored breaths matching your own. 

“You can be such a fucking bitch, you know that?” His voice strained as he whispered. You fought the urge to glance at his plush lips but failed horribly.

“I fucking hate you,” you whispered when your eyes met his again, eyes blown wide in lust. 

A growl rumbled in his chest as he smashed his lips against your own. The kiss was all teeth and tongue, another way of fighting. You feel one of his large hands grip the back of your neck, the firm hold pulls a subtle whimper from the back of your throat. Lance doesn’t even try to hide the smirk spreading across his lips the second you respond to him. Every fiber in your being telling you to let him take over, but your mind screams at you to fight back. 

Your hands move up his chest, taking a moment to appreciate the firm muscled under his warm up jacket, then sliding one through his hair. A deep groan leaves him when you suddenly drag your nails across his scalp, tugging harshly at his hair, making his head tilt back. 

“Ohhhhhhh fuck, you bitch,” he growled at your smug face before ducking his head into your neck to bite your tender flesh harshly. 

“Fuck!” you yelp as his teeth sink into your skin, his tongue quickly soothing over the stinging flesh. The action causing you to roll your hips against his, the thick, hard bulge at the front of his thin warm up pants rubbing deliciously against your soaked core. More moans fall from your lips as he begins to grind into you, each noise you make going straight to his cock. He sucks bruise after bruise into the sensitive column of your throat, biting and nipping at the special spot that had you shivering against him. 

Suddenly, he pulls back, leaving you confused. Lance swipes everything from the desk in one quick motion, and hauls you up to lay back on the now bare desk.

“Are you gonna be a good little slut and let me fuck you, baby?” he taunts. 

You scowl at his words, wanting to tell him you’d rather die but the heat and throbbing between your legs tell a different story. A strong hand gripping your jaw in a firm hold, forcing you to look up at him, his face had the same smug expression that made you want to slap it off of him, “Hm?” 

His firm body pressing into yours, pinning your form against the hardwood of the desk. You tear his hand away and grip the collar if his shirt, pulling his face into yours. 

“You better watch your fucking mouth. Now, fuck me or fuck off, Tucker,” you seethe through clenched teeth. 

He makes quick getting rid of your leggings, neither of you bothering to care about the mess around you. All the fights and shouting matches coming to mind; the throbbing in between your legs when he’d lick his dry lips after screaming at you, the wet patch on your panties when he’d grip your arm when things got especially tense. Your hand falls to the front of his pants, gripping the outline of his hard on harshly. 

“A-aah, fuck,” he ruts into your hand, tossing your pants haphazardly behind him. He reattaches his lips to yours roughly, seemingly trying to suck all the air from your lungs. Your hand sneaks under the waistband of his pants, wrapping around his bare cock, making Lance shiver and fuck into your hand. 

“Aww, you’ve been trying to hide this pretty cock from me, haven’t you, Lance?” you whisper into his open mouth, taunting him in the same tone of voice he used on you, your eyes trained on his dick. 

It was flushed with need, the nearly red tip weeping pearly drops of pre-cum into your palm, thick and the perfect length; absolutely gorgeous. Your hand stroked his length in quick tugs, his eyes falling shut, head tilting back ever so slightly. You took this opportunity to mouth at his neck, giving him a matching love bite over his pulse point. 

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When There's Trouble, You Know Who to Call

When There's Trouble, You Know Who To Call by serenesavagery

Izuku stared at Shouto for five seconds before taking out his T-Communicator, switching it on.

"Ochako, what the hell did you do?" Izuku hissed, face furiously red.

"I, being your amazing best friend-"

"Have Tamaran take you back. I can't deal with this!" Izuku wailed, falling to his knees.

Or, Midoriya Izuku, after the death of his mother at the hands of his father, is taken in by Aizawa Shouta, then ran away and left with his mentor's old hero costume, finds the freaking son of the Yuki-onna and the god of fire (How that hapeened Izuku has no fucking idea) a bubbly alien girl, a poor guy who's literally a machine and a fairly normal guy who can turn into red animals.

Boy, did he have his hands full.

Words: 8852, Chapters: 1/4, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto, Iida Tenya, Uraraka Ochako, Kirishima Eijirou, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto & Uraraka Ochako, Iida Tenya & Midoriya Izuku, Kirishima Eijirou & Midoriya Izuku, Kirishima Eijirou & Todoroki Shouto, Kirishima Eijirou & Uraraka Ochako, Midoriya Izuku & Shinsou Hitoshi

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Teen Titans (Animated Series) Setting, DC Comics References, not much though, really if youve watched the og teen titans cartoon on cn thats enough really, im just readapting everything, lol, Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Japanese Mythology & Folklore, just for shouto haha, Comedy, Romantic Comedy, Cute Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku is a Dork, Midoriya Izuku is a Mess, probably because ochako is a good wingwoman, Uraraka Ochako is a Good Friend, BAMF Midoriya Izuku, BAMF Uraraka Ochako, BAMF Todoroki Shouto, Sensei | All For One is Midoriya Hisashi, Dabi is Todoroki Touya, Angst and Feels, Angst and Tragedy, Background Relationships, tagged relationships are what play a major role in the story, dont wanna clog up them tags, Long-Haired Todoroki Shouto, hes a beauty

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25029043

[ladysunamireads]

When There's Trouble, You Know Who to Call

When There's Trouble, You Know Who To Call by serenesavagery

Izuku stared at Shouto for five seconds before taking out his T-Communicator, switching it on.

"Ochako, what the hell did you do?" Izuku hissed, face furiously red.

"I, being your amazing best friend-"

"Have Tamaran take you back. I can't deal with this!" Izuku wailed, falling to his knees.

Or, Midoriya Izuku, after the death of his mother at the hands of his father, is taken in by Aizawa Shouta, then ran away and left with his mentor's old hero costume, finds the freaking son of the Yuki-onna and the god of fire (How that hapeened Izuku has no fucking idea) a bubbly alien girl, a poor guy who's literally a machine and a fairly normal guy who can turn into red animals.

Boy, did he have his hands full.

Words: 8852, Chapters: 1/4, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto, Iida Tenya, Uraraka Ochako, Kirishima Eijirou, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto & Uraraka Ochako, Iida Tenya & Midoriya Izuku, Kirishima Eijirou & Midoriya Izuku, Kirishima Eijirou & Todoroki Shouto, Kirishima Eijirou & Uraraka Ochako, Midoriya Izuku & Shinsou Hitoshi

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Teen Titans (Animated Series) Setting, DC Comics References, not much though, really if youve watched the og teen titans cartoon on cn thats enough really, im just readapting everything, lol, Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Japanese Mythology & Folklore, just for shouto haha, Comedy, Romantic Comedy, Cute Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku is a Dork, Midoriya Izuku is a Mess, probably because ochako is a good wingwoman, Uraraka Ochako is a Good Friend, BAMF Midoriya Izuku, BAMF Uraraka Ochako, BAMF Todoroki Shouto, Sensei | All For One is Midoriya Hisashi, Dabi is Todoroki Touya, Angst and Feels, Angst and Tragedy, Background Relationships, tagged relationships are what play a major role in the story, dont wanna clog up them tags, Long-Haired Todoroki Shouto, hes a beauty

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25029043

[avengerofyourheart]

Flour Girl {2} (Bucky x reader AU)

Characters: reader, Bucky (Jimmy), Clint, Wanda.

Summary: Discovering the cute guy you just flirted with is the heir of a rival bakery, you suddenly find yourself running into him all over the city. Can your small boutique bakery compete? And how do you deal with the guy who seems determined to make your life a living hell? Luckily you’re distracted by a secret admirer…But who is he? (Inspired by “You’ve Got Mail”, Enemies to Lovers)

Warnings: none! Mild swearing?

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: Aahh!!! I’m so grateful and elated that you all loved part one!! This baking fic is kind of my heart and soul and I’m so glad you’re loving it and love the idea of it. There’s so much more to come and a lot of snarky banter mixed with sweetness! I love you all. Please let me know your thoughts! I love to hear from you!! :) 

<<Part One   Part Two   Part Three>> 

Flour Girl Series Masterlist

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The drive back to your bakery was a blur after your interactions with Clint and Jimmy. How could a regular morning take such a sharp turn for the worst? Parking in your designated spot in front of your building, you walked through the store front and offered a smile to a few customers being helped by Wanda. Setting down your coat and bag on the chair in your tiny back office where you did paperwork, you then rolled your shoulders and neck to release tension that had gathered there.

Somehow you had finished your morning baking, done your deliveries, discovered that the competition was moving into the neighborhood, and flirted badly with a cute guy who happened to work for the rival bakery. It wasn’t even 9am.

A deep breath and a few more stretches later, you decided to shake off this morning and get your hands in some some dough. That’s when you were most comfortable and in control, when you were baking. Tying an apron around your waist and washing your hands, you punched down the growing yeast dough one more time before dumping it out onto the floured wooden surface.

It all became muscle memory then, rolling out the dough and spreading your special cinnamon filling over the whole surface. Sprinkling a few chopped pecans on top, you then rolled the dough into one long log and began to cut the dough evenly before placing each roll on a cookie sheet. Your cinnamon rolls were one of our top sellers, so you made them fresh almost every day. You also received special orders where customers would asked for a dozen at a time.

You were just cleaning off your table when Wanda hollered back that she needed a few different types of cookies. Reaching into the two-door freezer, you placed the cookie dough balls on sheet pans and slid them into the oven. It was more efficient to make a large amount of dough at a time and freeze it to be baked fresh when needed.

Later you brought the cookies up front and Wanda restocked the case filled with baked goods. You checked that the self-serve coffee pots were filled and creamers were still cold. Restocking a few of the sweeteners, you then took one last look around, satisfied that everything was in its place.

“Wanda, I’ll be in the office if you need me,” you told the long-haired brunette.

“You got it, boss,” Wanda smiled.

Wanda had been with you from the very beginning. It had only been a year since you had turned in your business proposal and were approved for a loan, allowing you to open the bakery. Renting retail space in New York City was ridiculously expensive, but you did have one saving grace. Your landlord was willing to lower the rent slightly because it was also the building you lived in, up one floor. You had agreed to serve as superintendent, since he lived outside the city. It was a lot to take on with your business and also getting random calls in the middle of the night about broken thermostats and clogged toilets, but somehow you made it work.

You had just taken a seat in your office with coffee and a muffin when your phone chirped. Fishing it out of your apron, you saw a text message and swiped to open it.

Hey dillweed, you messed up our order again. That’s the third time this month, dude. Get back here and fix it.

B.

Staring down at your phone, you blinked a few times and read the words once more. Well, clearly that message wasn’t meant for you. Normally, you’d just ignore it, but it seemed important, so drafted a message and hit send.

Excuse me? I think you have the wrong number. I am not a dude. And what kind of insult is dillweed anyway?

FG

Three dots appeared as the other person was typing and seconds later another message arrived.

Oh, I’m sorry. I must have typed the number in wrong. My mistake. Sorry to bother you. Also dillweed is a perfectly acceptable insult, thank you very much.

B.

The response made you laugh. You were about to delete the messages and forget all about the exchange when you changed your mind and started typing. After this morning, you could use a little harmless entertainment.

FG: You typed in the number? What’re you, 90? If you know someone well enough to insult them, wouldn’t they be saved in your contacts?

A few more seconds later, you saw their response.

B: Well, Ms. Judge-y Stranger, if you must know, I have a bad track record with cell phones and rarely have them for long so I memorize most numbers or keep them in a notebook. Happy?

Another snort before you responded.

FG: Ecstatic. You’re right, I don’t know you at all and have no right to judge. It’s impressive that you can memorize numbers. My generation has completely lost the ability.

B: How do you know we’re not the same generation?

Grinning, you shot back a quick reply.

FG: You never refuted my claims that you were 90.

B: Oh. Well, I’m not. I’m 24, for your information. And you?

You hesitated then, unsure about telling a stranger anything about yourself. This was just harmless fun. After thinking a moment, you sent out a vague reply.

FG: I’m somewhere around there.

B: What’s your name?

That was a hard stop right there. Nope.

FG: I think that’s enough chatting with a random stranger for today. I’ll keep my personal info to myself, thank you.

B: Well, I might know more about you than you might think. I know you are not a dude and from the area code, I know you’re a New Yorker.

Huh. Well, he wasn’t wrong. Before you could reply another message appeared.

B: I’ve already offered more info than you have, but I’m a giver. I am, in fact, a dude and also a New Yorker. See? Not that difficult.

Another laugh escaped your lips. You then noticed the clock and felt foolish to spend so much precious time on this silly conversation, entertaining as it was.

FG: Well, dude. I have to get back to work. Nice chatting with you.

B: Oh? What do you do? Is FG your initials? Fiona Gale? Franny George?

You couldn’t help yourself and sent a laughing emoji with tears.

FG: Nice try. Later, dude.

Back at work, you couldn’t help but think about that absurd text conversation. It was probably just a one-time thing, but it definitely turned your whole day around. Pulling out the ingredients to make tart dough, you couldn’t help but hum to yourself. Thank you, dude.  

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Part 3>> 

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Oooooh, intrigue!!! Who’s this mysterious texter??  Also, cinnamon rolls. *drools* I’d apologize about making you all hungry, but I’m kind of not sorry. :D Mondays and Thursdays might just be days we all give up on our diets. ha!! Would you have texted back? Do you think she’s smart to keep her information to herself? Never can be too careful!! I hope you’re excited for part 3 on Monday!! I’d love to hear what you think of this chapter!! I adore you all. Thank you for reading. 

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S

Ahhh, thank you guys so much for asking!! I just compiled them all into one post so I don’t clog up your dash with several posts. Here we go! I’m going to tag this as discourse and put a cut because my answers to the letters might not please everyone, aha. It’s long, too. Major spoilers for NDRV3.

S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

Honestly, I’m not super sure at this point. Surprise, surprise, I only just recently finished watching the rest of NDRV3 and started writing for it. And I haven’t thought about tropes that much, though I’m sure I’ve written plenty of them into my writing at some point, even if not posted on here. 

If we’re going to go Danganronpa-centric, as this is my side blog for Danganronpa writing, I’d say that I fall in love with characters that are contradictory and with seemingly bipolar or gray morals despite probably having morals as straight as an arrow myself, i.e. Nagito or Kokichi. The characters playing “straight man” and relating to the reader’s perspective are also my favorite; in a wacky situation, they offer reason and normal reactions, which I would peg Hajime as (maybe Kazuichi, too, although he’s more of a crybaby). In fanfiction, I just love hurt & comfort fics, especially involving–you guessed it–Kokichi. I am particularly partial to the Oumota chapter 5 and chapter 5 trial rewrites, which, lucky for me, both of which are quite often rewritten by spectacular writers.

If we’re going in general, I always end up reading manga with an independent, strong and decisive character that crosses worlds and/or bodies by accident or death and becomes incredibly powerful/influential in the world and dominates over other characters with skills ranging from cooking to fighting. I guess I read a lot of manhua with martial arts or other manga with game aspects to it.Writing-wise, I love reading slow burn fics, even if I haven’t read one in quite some time. 

T: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?

I have a feeling this is going to go into highly controversial areas, so if you ultra ship Kaito x Maki, please turn away now...

I just hate that “man saves woman” from herself or traumatic past trope. Don’t get me wrong, I love hurt/comfort like I mentioned, but to specify, what I mean is when a strong and independent woman needs saving by a man. I realize Maki has a lot of issues from her past as an assassin and that Kaito is a viable, good option for helping her out and facing those issues, but the fact of him being a man and the way he just swoops in and fixes things forcefully by pulling her along for training just irks me. And before you ask, yes, if Kaede did it instead as a woman I would have less of a problem with it, even if I don’t like that somehow after a couple days of training together Maki somehow is better able to get along with others and most notably Shuichi despite having spent the previous entire time cooped up in her Ultimate room alone, is willing to use her experience as an assassin to help out with the investigation when she just walked out in the past, etc. Problems from a past like that would never be so easily faced in reality; people and their minds are much more stubborn than we’d like to think, too. 

In general, I am also highly averse to the Women in Refrigerators trope. To some extent, I feel that Kaede fits this trope, as a.) she is an important, pivotal, incredibly fleshed out female character and even the initial protagonist of ndrv3, b.) she dies arbitrarily for a murder she did not commit, c.) a big part of her death is written into Shuichi’s character development for making him grow as the protagonist (he sheds the cap, faces the truth, and the memory of Kaede’s last wishes serves as his support to reveal the truth several times in trial), and of course, d.) her death in the execution is grotesque as befitting of a Danganronpa execution. Kaede deserved so. much. more.

There are probably more out there, but I won’t mention them for the sake of length & time. 

U: Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

Okay! So don’t hate me for this, but I haven’t been really keeping up a bunch with fanfiction writers or specific ones that much. It just hasn’t ever been a habit of mine in the past to follow one writer–ironic, I know. There’s one that immediately comes to mind, but she’s not part of the Danganronpa fandom, so unless someone asks, I’ll leave her out of it. However, there are a couple of writers that I recently discovered through the Oumota weekend event and which I follow on my main blog, and I thoroughly enjoy reading their work. Their work also contains mentions of NDRV3 spoilers!

1. @kirastrations

I recently reblogged her work on this blog because I have so much love for the Oumota fic she wrote (which deserves more love!). It’s called One by One, One After Another, and I simply adore the way she writes Kaito’s character and experiences with the other characters throughout the game and the overarching feeling that comes across as a result of the situation and what ensues. The diction choices she makes is absolute art; I see the imagery so clearly in my head, and not a single word of hers is wasted. It’s concise while being aptly and most beautifully descriptive. Even though I’m not a huge fan of Kaito, the way she writes him and his actions make me love him. I would describe the work as a futile yet desperate and exquisite struggling, an embodiment of angst that is so beautifully painful that it appears to be an illusion. I haven’t had a chance to check out other works from her just yet, but that’s on my to-do list!

2. @golden-redhead

I love, love, love their work too. They recently posted Lavender, a Kirumi x Kaede (Tojomatsu? Kaerumi? Kirumatsu?) work for femslash Feb, and it is a post-reality Virtual AU short fic. The way they write the interaction between Kirumi and Kaede offers such a delicate, carefully constructed image and story while creating some tension between the two. They also format the story with Kirumi’s thoughts in a simple and straightforward way that is just so delicious to read. Aspects of Kirumi explored are small things that unravel into a bigger statement about her character and the nature of the killing game and the impact it has left on her. It reminds me of the way a player might gently stack up a house of cards–attentively, with a sharp eye and feel. 

3. @starlightwritesalie

They wrote these two Oumota fics for the weekend that I fell in love with, especially the one for Day 1: Heroes/Villains. Sometimes when living in the world of Danganronpa, you forget that these tragic situations and the killing game are experienced, in essence, by children. You can argue that they’re older than high schoolers for the first two games, but mentally they are still high schoolers, and let’s face it–a couple years above the legal age of being an adult in America, 18, can hardly be counted as an adult, either. They reminded me of that sickening fact so poetically yet bluntly, and the story they write only serves as a further reminder of that fact. They write statements about the situation and how the pair act in the situation that are so agonizing yet irrefutable–as is the situation that they’re both trapped in. The ending is so unbearably cruel, packed with pain, but the way they create it is so decisively soft and snatches away my breath with the truth at the heart of the game, the situation. 

So there you have it! Sorry that my answers are so long... I have too much to say, and especially about the people whom I adore. Since it said to pick 3, I didn’t get to include these two, but I also love aroseandapen and mystic-mints dearly. If you ask, I’ll write a whole paragraph on why I love them, too, although I suspect by this time you all are getting rather tired of all my talking, haha. I also didn’t include imagines blogs, but if you’re curious, feel free to ask about that since I am still kind of a imagines blog! I guess at this point I’m kind of a fusion of an imagines blog and normal fanfiction writing blog.

Thanks for asking, and if you have any more questions, feel free to shoot an ask!

[combeauferre]

get to know me meme!

tagged by @johnny-and-dora thanks sian!!

rules: answer the questions and tag 20 blogs to get to know them better! this got very long so i’m putting it under the cut so i don’t clog up your dash with my oversharing haha

nickname: abie gender: female star sign: sagittarius height: 5′5 a smol time of birth: idek i never asked my mum that rip  birthday: november 24th 

favourite bands: bastille, fall out boy, imagine dragons, marianas trench, twenty one pilots favourite solo artists: ed sheeran, im getting into dodie who’s p cool  song stuck in my head: “oh christmas troy oh christmas troy” from community bc my sister was singing it on skype  last movie i watched: high school musical

when did i create my blog?: summer 2015 after i accidentally deleted my old one  what do i post?: mostly just tv shows, b99, the good place, i post some bastille and some star wars  last thing i googled: i have no idea rip 

do you have any other blogs?: i have a sideblog @redemptionseason for positive things and a b99 sideblog @teriadoc-jeffords with @just-a-smol-squish that we never rlly use rip  do you get any asks?: a lot more than i used to which is gr9 i love u guys why did you choose your url?: have u seen the way jake looks at amy,,, iconic following blogs: 1043 followers: 1147, somehow?

favourite colours: turquoise approximate hours of sleep: usually like 7 but since the coming out anxiety started, abt 5 lol  lucky number: none rlly rip  instruments: i can play mary had a little lamb on piano lol  what am i wearing: jeans, a pj top and a super warm hoodie  how many blankets do i sleep with?: normally just a duvet but occasionally a fluffly blanket as well  dream job: i dont really know right now  dream trip: id love to do a riding holiday in new zealand  favourite food: garlic bread  nationality: brtish favourite song right now: uuuuhhhh i dont rlly have one atm im just enjoying all music lol 

tagging: @colourcodedbinders @just-a-smol-squish @youblowuponesun and @amesthesergeant

[the-twinventors]

Our Rules:

This should be obvious, but no godmodding! To those unaware, godmodding is taking control of your RP partners’ characters during an RP.

Mun =/= Muse! In the event either twin does something unacceptable, that doesn’t mean I condone it. If you need clarification, hit me up on IM. Similarly, if one or both twins snap at your muse, that doesn’t mean I have a problem with you, that’s just them having their own problems.

Racism, sexism, homophobia, transphobia etc. will not be tolerated on this blog! Come in my inbox with any of that and you can expect an instant block.

If you’re MAP, Nazi, alt-right, white supremacist, anti-vax, transmed/truscum etc, turn around, get the fuck off my blog and don’t bother coming back, because you aren’t welcome here.

Please keep drama and politics out of my inbox! I don’t like to get involved in or see either of those things, so please respect this.

Please have a Rules and About page available on your blog if you wish to interact with me. If I’m unable to find these pages, and you’re unable to provide me with a link, chances are I’ll be less willing to interact with you, since I won’t know a thing about your muse or what your rules are beyond basic RP etiquette.

If you’re a personal blog, please refrain from reblogging threads or asks. I won’t RP with personal blogs, either.

That being said, though, if you have an RP sideblog, please let me know. Also, reblogging my art is allowed - encouraged, even.

On another note, though, please refrain from excessively liking or reblogging my posts. I appreciate that you enjoy my content, but not only does this clog up my activity feed, it also makes me anxious. I’ll only warn you once, and if you continue, you will be blocked.

Similarly, pestering me to follow or interact with you will result in an immediate block. That’s harassment and I won’t stand for it.

Flooding my IMs or messaging me as soon as I come online will also result in an immediate block. Again, not only is this spam, but it sets off my anxiety.

Actually, on the topic of anxiety, please keep in mind that I will prioritise my own well-being and mental health over anything else and will block anyone who makes me uncomfortable. If you have a problem with that, maybe we shouldn’t interact. I’m not going to suffer a panic attack just because you want a thread.

This blog operates on reblog karma. How that works is that if I reblog a meme from you, I’ll send you something from that meme - and if you reblog a meme from me, I ask that you to send me something.

On that note, do not use me as a meme source. I’m willing to let it slide once or twice, since everyone forgets, but if you do it deliberately (and, trust me, I’ll be able to tell after a while), you can expect to find yourself blocked.

Please try to be patient with me. I operate on GMT, so I won’t be as in sync with most of you. I’m still figuring out how the queue works, so please bear with me until then.

Anon hate will not be tolerated. If you abuse the anon feature for the purpose of sending hate, I will remove it for a certain length of time. It’s there for nervous/shy people, or RP sideblogs, not for you to be a royal prick.

If you need something tagged, please for the love of God let me know! The last thing I want is to make you guys uncomfortable, and I’m not a mind reader!

Please try to ensure that spelling, grammar and punctuation is accurate. I know I can’t ask this of everyone, but d0nt typ3 l1k3 th1$!! The one exception to this rule is if our characters are texting in the thread.

On that note, no one-liners! I’m not expecting a whole novel’s worth of a reply, but it kind of kills my motivation when I put in a lot of effort into a reply only to be met with one line of text that doesn’t give me a lot to work with.

If you’re not part of the thread, DON’T reblog it! It makes things confusing!

I reserve the right to refuse or drop a thread for whatever reason. However, if I need to drop a thread, I’ll be sure to let you know beforehand.

As of right now, I won’t do crossover threads. This may change in the future, but right now I’m still figuring out which fandoms I’d like to crossover with. Please respect this.

I am open to multishipping - so each relationship the twins have has its own verse next to their main story.

I don’t do instant shipping. Both twins are very wary of romance and relationships in general, as they fear being led on for a laugh. Just like normal people, it’s going to take some time for them to warm up to your muse.

On that note, if you see anything that looks like it’s instant shipping, chances are it’s been developing outside of Tumblr. So again, don’t just throw your muse into my inbox trying to spontaneously make out with either twin if they haven’t had some sort of development first.

Currently, I’m not open to poly-shipping. This may change in the future.

That said, for the love of God, do not ship the twins together in any situation! Incest is heavily frowned upon here, and if I see anything to do with it popping up on my blog, you only have one warning. Any incestuous shipping after that, and you can expect an immediate block.

The twins are each others’ best friends - like two peas in a pod. As such, they listen to each others’ opinions and look out for each other. If your muse is dating one twin, but doesn’t get along with the other, don’t expect that ship to survive.

In regards of NSFW content, sexual content won’t be present, but there will be themes like blood/gore and injuries. Anything overly graphic will be tagged accordingly and put under a read more.

On that note, both mun and muses are 18+. Mun’s D.O.B is 17/04/97. Even if NSFW content isn’t present, I expect all shipping partners (mun and muse alike) to be 18+ as well.

If you’re interested in my NSFW blog, hit me up over IMs. You need to be 18+, though - no exceptions.

Once you’ve read all these rules, please send “Double Pupper Trouble!” in my askbox. Thank you!