#it has to be an ironic nickname

[scolek]

you know i never had any loyalty to the brand in the first place because i dont think i realized it even was a brand. but frozen came out right as i was beginning to gain awareness of its hegemony and its seeming spell over even adults. which didnt help.

[cookinary]

SIKE you thought I'd post Miles' ref first but I HAD ANOTHER IDEA HAHAHAHA

Meet Gyro (short for Gyroscope)! From an AU where everything is the same except Pedro is the clumsiest motherfucker on the planet, but still manages to do the job

Somehow

[cancerravenclaw]

my first sunday snippet

thanks @spookymoonie for the tag 🖤

I shall offer in return a slutty smutty snippet from the infamous a/b/o wolfstar sitting pretty at 17k staring at me from my goggle docs as we speak

Good Enough to Eat, coming (hopefully) soon:

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“Well, alright then. Whatever you want, princess.”

Sirius groaned. “Now it’s you who has to quit with these ridiculous nicknames.”

Remus hummed absently, pressing sloppy kisses to the bite he left in the soft of Sirius’ inner thigh. “You didn’t seem to mind them when I had my finger in your slick little arse just a minute ago.”

The kiss traveled up and in, tongue dragging heavy against the skin. Sirius' breath hitched, almost forgetting what soapbox he was on in the first place.

“That’s extortion,” Sirius hissed, fighting with what remained of his right mind. “Extenuating circumstances.”

“In fact,” Remus continued as if Sirius hadn’t spoken at all. “I think those nicknames are what pushed you over the edge. You like when I call you what I want, don’t you, little one?”

Sirius fought with a moan and lost when Remus pressed his nose to the dip between his hip and his groin and sniffed.

“That one has got to go.”

“Okay, my sweet Omega, that one's off the table,” Remus mumbled, mouth mostly occupied as he worked over the sensitive skin just above Sirius’ straining cock. He could still hear the smile in it.

“That one, too, Alpha,” he said, though the words didn’t hit where he wanted them to. Instead of deterring him, Remus reacted in a way that made it clear it wasn’t a joke anymore.

“That one stays,” Remus decided. “Because you’re Alpha’s beautiful little play thing, aren’t you my sweet Omega?”

Sirius gasped because what the fuck else could he do with that? Definitely not a fucking joke.

“Yours,” he said breathlessly.

“Mine,” Remus growled, wrapping one hand around the base of his cock and taking Sirius down his throat in one swift go.

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hope you enjoyed the tame morsel you’ve been fed. can’t wait for the meal to be served.

[fierykitten2]

Not entirely sure what I was doing on The Cutting Room Floor but I think I accidentally tried to hypnotise myself by staring at the gif of Walking Wake’s shiny and now I’m thinking about an idea I had a few months ago (before I got the DLC) where Game Freak could make the imagined fusions appear in-game (as alternate forms for Wake and Leaves but the Beast fusion has Fire and Bolt included while the Sword fusion has Boulder and Crown included) but have them event raid exclusive and be shiny for no particular reason (because somehow when there are probably less instances of their individual species put together than the shiny chance denominator three of the few instances that made it through are shiny? Like that just makes no sense). Also I’ll admit it, Wake and Leaves’s shinies are pretty

[xoxojisu]

hehehehehe zolDICK hehehehehehe

[blind-alchemists]

I have a deep appreciation for Varric, but if I have to give another character a Varric-type nickname because they're two seconds too long in a scene with this dwarf, I'm going to scream

[explanationpoint]

i made playing cards for school. photoshop was my friend, clearly. materials include magazines, newspaper, wallpaper, posters, old children’s books, and foil.

[bones-n-bookles]

I know I have dog adhd but it's still really funny to me how many times I've assigned boy partners/crushes dog related nicknames

[brawlqueen]

The state of your character / mizuki.

stolen from: @cosmicdreamt & @nostomannia tagging: you !

[aroaceyunarukami]

ONE HALF OF THE PARTNERS IS HERE

[merlin-wolfgang-trades-hale]

Danny bringing out Steve’s flirty side~ <3 

[lolliepops-rox]

youhavegiven me the drive todraw morejack,thefuckingcreature,ilovehim

HELL YES MORE JACK!!! looking at more Jack makes me just want to finally find someone to commission for my Aboriginal Australia OC im cooking up

rip to ur keyboard my man o7

[irritablepoe]

they are terrible for this you have a problem and told them and they make fun of you? that is mean as fuck people who are supposed to care about you should want you to not feel horrible but maybe the friends feel badly for you with that look? like sympathetic?

yeah, but i'm... well not okay with this exactly, but i'm glad that they're respecting these boundaries at least. i'm used to being made fun of though lol, i'll take that then ig

and yeah my friends definitely feel sympathetic towards me, though probably don't know how to react bc they don't quite understand? which again is fair, these thoughts are irrational after all (at least the feeling dirty and scratching/hitting part, though this has probably resulted bc of me not establishing boundaries much earlier where i started to feel uncomfortable with it, which is a valid thing to feel ofc but didn't realise at the time)

[afterthelambs]

Why are you a cow

I stared at this for a while having an existential crisis until I realized you're talking about my profile pic

[msbug15]

SATAN HC'S

I don't even like Helluva (or Hazbin) that much but since nobody has done it yet, I gotta write something Satan related cus LORDY LORDY I NEED SOME FIC'S OF HIM

• Definitely built you your own balcony in the court room. It'll probably be a little further away from where he sits or near the sins.

• But if you're not feeling the balcony that day, he'll let you sit on his shoulder.

• Has a photograph of you in the inside pocket of his jacket.

• Pulls out said photograph when he's bored or if you're not at a trial one day. Will probably do "I miss my wife, tails, I miss her a lot" to Yogirt, his therapist dude.

• If Satan gets very angry Yogirt will probably say "Satan, do I need to get (name) over here?" And he'll immediately back down.

• But if he really wants to pick a fight that day, he'll just brush it off thinking Yogirt's bluffing.

• He will immediately sit his big dragon butt down when he sees Yogirt pulling you up on speed dial.

• Gives you nicknames like: My Treasure, Darlin, Songbird (Wink wink), Cher, ect.

• Will lean his head over the railings of your balcony to give you a quick peck on the forehead or for a mini cuddle.

• I imagine you'll probably have a Demon bull king and Princess iron fan from lmk type relationship if you're just as bad as he is.

[eccentricwritingbaby]

baby finn series, welcome home

lando norris x wife!mom!reader

series masterlist

summary - your young family of three has now added another little piece of joy.

masterlist

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the hospital lights shone as dim as they could get and cascaded along your tired, slumped body. you stared off towards the hum of monaco, out the window, taking in the peace that has overcome your mind. even though the next few months of juggling a newborn as well as a toddler would be difficult for your young family, the physical struggle was now over for yourself, and you and your husband had welcomed a lovely and healthy baby girl into your growing home. 

calmly coming into the world on a crisp december night, eleanor cisca norris, approached your lives bringing nothing but love and a little extra chaos. but ‘what would the norris family be without a small riot?’ your husband had ironically asked while you were soothing the crying baby for what felt like the hundredth time. having done this once before, your mom skills were at a high, swaddling game down, and breastfeeding locked in. your husband was also in his element, finally having his baby girl. 

you turned your attention away from the window and in the direction of the now two-time father, currently soaking in skin to skin time with his baby, sitting in the quietest corner of the room. she laid her peaceful head on his bare chest, sleeping soundly to the rhythm of his heartbeat. he spoke to her in the calm solace that he only reserved for you or finn, now adding little eleanor, or lola as he has elected to nickname her, to that list. you watch in awe, your heartrate picking up slightly as you feel yourself fall in love all over again with the man before your eyes, watching his gentle mannerisms that you had seen once before with finn in this exact hospital. he catches your eye, sending you a tired smile, and holding lola just a tiny bit tighter, as if once he lets go, she may slip away. 

your eyes are dry as you keep yourself from blinking, scared the moment will end if you do. as if he can read your mind, lando gives you a soft nod, telling you in your own telepathic language of love that, it’s alright, we’re here, get some sleep. 

one thing that he will never communicate without making sure that you hear it is whispered out as you begin to close your eyes, “i love you, y/n,”

“i love you too, lan,” you whisper back, as sleep and exhaustion win their battle against your mind and heart. 

the morning is brighter than normal, your baby girl now a whole day old, you and lando getting back into the swing of a newborn - having been woken up every two hours throughout the night - and yet the excitement stands. today was the day that finn would arrive at the hospital and get to meet his baby sister. 

you held lola in your arms, lando sitting next to you on the bed with one arm wrapped around the both of you. his other hand gently strokes your own arm, holding you close, and attempting to give you all of his appreciation in the world. 

“you did so good, love,” he whispers into your temple before placing a soft kiss there. 

“thank you, baby,” you sigh, exhaustion still hitting you, “when will finn be here?” you ask, not taking your eyes off the lovely lady in your arms.

“my dad said they’ll be here soon,” he whispers, eyes not leaving little lola either, “said finn was bouncin’ off the walls to come see us,” he chuckles.

“i believe that,” you laugh, “the little guy is so excited to meet her,”

as if lola could hear the conversation about her big brother, she begins to squirm in your arms, letting out a melody of baby gurgles as your husband and you swoon. lando begins to coo at the little girl as you turn to admire him instead. fatherhood always looked damn fine on him, and always will. a small knock on the door jolts the two of you out of your newborn babymoon, and instead towards lando’s parents and a sweet little boy wiggling around in his papa’s arms. 

“hi, bubs!” lando excitedly whispers as he removes himself from the bed and heads to his firstborn, taking him from his own father, “daddy missed you baby,” he giggles, kissing all over finn’s face.

“i miss you, daddy!” finn lets out between laughs as his father continues to kiss his entire face. cisca and adam eye the little girl in your arms and both ‘awe’ at the sight. they head over to you, and your eyes are already welling up at your firstborn son. 

“would you like to hold her?” you ask in the direction of the two parents, and adam steps slightly back as his wife nods her head.

“shouldn’t finn hold her first?” she asks tentatively, still reaching her arms out for the baby.

“i would prefer to hold him right now while you soak in some newborn time,” you laugh with the handoff between you two. she sighs at the sight of the small baby in her arms, wrapped in pink with a small bow hat adorning her head. adam wraps an arm around his wife as they smile, before he moves to take his own son in his arms, leading lando to plop finn on the bed and let him crawl towards you. 

“hi baby,” you sniffle as you hold him, emotions at an all time high.

“why you cry, momma?” finn asks loudly, leading your overprotective husband to snap his head towards you.

“i’m just so happy to see you, baby. momma missed you,” you let out a quiet sob along with a chuckle, lando coming over to kiss your forehead. 

“when will your parents be in, y/n?” adam asks you as he pulls you into a gentle hug of his own.

“they’re catching a flight tomorrow, should be at our house when we get back there,” you softly say, rocking finn in your arms as he cuddles into you, “they’re going to stay with us for about a week to help out a bit,”

“that’s good,” cisca sighs, still entranced by the newborn in her arms.

“do ya wanna know her name, mum?” lando quietly whispers, perching himself back on the bed to hold you and finn. she nods softly, carrying herself with such grace as she always does.

“eleanor cisca norris,” you let out as she snaps her head to the both of you. 

“oh my,” she sighs, “you two don’t know what that means to me,”

“you’ve beyond been there for me during this pregnancy and finn’s, it was only right,” you nod. she hands little lola over to adam and pulls you both into a hug as she tears up. 

“thank you, both,” 

“of course, mum,” lando sighs, tears pricking his eyes as well. 

“is it time for the little man to hold his baby sister?” adam asks, holding the baby out to you. you nod gently, rearranging the way finn was sitting on your lap in order for lola to be placed on top of him. cisca quietly records the interaction with her phone as adam sets her onto finn, lando opting to hold her head for him, and you hold onto her body to help.

“woah,” finn lets out as he gets a close look at her.

“what do ya think, bubs?” lando whispers, eyeing the little boy in your lap.

“she’s really small, daddy,” he laughs, letting the whole room let out giggles too.

“she is, buddy, that’s why you need to be gentle with her, okay?” lando teaches his son.

“i will, daddy,”

“i know you will, bubs,”

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two days later and you have returned home, basking in the extra help of your parents and lando’s, along with the plethora of gift baskets that had been sent over from drivers and teams and friends. 

it was a calm evening, lando bouncing the quiet baby in his arms as your parents had retired to their guest room in order to catch up on jet leg. finn was playing around the living room under your supervision until the knock at your door had you moving. the little lightning bolt of a three year old had gotten there first, jumping up and down near the door - he knew exactly who was behind it.

“i wanna answer! i wanna answer!” he shouted with excited giggles.

you laughed in response while attempting to calm him, “okay, okay, but baby you need to remember baby sister is trying to sleep, alright? so let’s try and quietly welcome our guest,”

“otay, momma,” he lets out in a loud whisper as you giggle again, unlocking the door and stepping aside to let carlos and rebecca in. 

“hola, finn,” carlos laughs as your baby boy pounces on him, “and hello to you too, y/n, you look well,” 

“as good as i can do for still being in a diaper,” you all laugh as rebecca hugs you and you all head to the living room.

“aye, there she is,” carlos sighs at the sight of lando and lola, finn still clutching onto him. 

“finn, baby, get off uncle carlos so he can see your baby sister,” you softly tell the boy, finn immediately climbing down from him and over to rebecca as she scoops him up into her awaiting arms. 

lando exchanges the baby into his friend’s arms, looking on with love and care as he leads you over to the couch and wraps you in his own embrace. carlos and rebecca sitting on the couch across from you both, holding your two most precious gifts, and staring on in awe. lando squeezes you a little tighter, kisses your cheek, and lays your head to rest against him. 

“y’know mate, you look really good as a godfather,” your husband speaks up, causing the couple across from you to snap their heads up. 

“and you look beautiful as a godmother,” you add in rebecca’s direction. 

“what?!” they both respond with tears in their eyes, clearly ecstatic about the news, and obviously the perfect match to be elected. 

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