#just gotta out your mind to it!

[prof-peach]

[playing pokemon instead of studying]

[deep sigh]

"Prof. peach wouldn't want this."

[goes to study]

She’d smack you with a ruler like a stern teacher, to get on with work!

No slacking allowed on that island, not when things gots to get done.

get done choking then time for play.

EDIT: it’s so funny that it autocorrected ‘choring’ to ‘choking’ so I’m keeping it.

[wuntrum]

honestly love when artists draw copious amounts of fanart for a character and then start adding more and more personal touches or headcanons to how they depict them and then just change their name and adopt them as an original character. its like watching nature heal in real time

[chloesimaginationthings]

Why is he kinda...

These two asks were right next to each other, and I think that’s beautiful

[anewp0tat0]

Happy Fathers Day, I'm finally on time for something!!! I don't have that much flavor this time though folks. just sweetness. that's it. hope that's cool, never too bad.

if you think this is anything but platonic then no, plz. away

[touchyluffy]

part one

In the days it takes you to heal from your injuries, Luffy comes to your bedroom to sleep next to you every night. He does try, the night after the first, to sleep in his own bedroom but he can't. Usually sleep comes easy to him, especially after a long day of adventure but not now. He closes his eyes, trying to think of your wounds healing, your soft breathing, your warm hand holding his, but he can't fall asleep. He huffs in irritation and rises from his bed, sulking across the ship to knock on your bedroom door and opening it slowly. You put down your book, you were also struggling to sleep, and open the covers for him. You smile at each other as he excitedly hops into your bed.

And so it becomes routine for you two. Even as your injuries heal completely, as the sunsets and the crew walks off to their separate bedrooms, Luffy follows you into yours and you let him. It becomes normal to roll over in the middle of the night and snuggle into his warm body, to wake up in the morning with his arm wrapped around you, to feel him pull you closer in his sleep, to giggle at his sleep-talking, to hear your name in his mumblings. You offer to let him keep his toothbrush and some clothes in your room, he accepts.

Sleeping together becomes so routine that you have trouble sleeping without him. There were times when you two would be separated by a foe that Luffy challenged and each night you would stay awake staring at his side of the bed, worry clouding your mind and making it impossible to sleep and eventually when Luffy defeated the foe, he would be covered in bandages and it was your turn to listen to his soft, even breathing as he slept. There were times when you be working late into the night and he would come find you, curling up on the floor next to you to sleep in your presence until you eventually finish and drag him back to your bed so you can both sleep comfortably. There were times when you would get angry at him for putting the crew in danger with his recklessness and you'd slammed your bedroom door in his face and toss and turn, your anger at him turning into desperation for him to just come to bed already, eventually you get up to find him and as you open your bedroom door, Luffy's sleeping frame falls on your legs. He'd been sleeping against your door. Smiling you pull his rubbery body into bed and cuddle up next to him, his heartbeat your lullaby. He smiles in his sleep and his arms come up around you. Whenever he's missing his hat or sandals, you find them by your bed.

This new routine of you and your captain sleeping together left your other crewmates with their mouths on the floor several times. They still hadn't gotten used to you two waving goodnight and walking into the same bedroom. When they would ask, you tried to explain but there really wasn't anything to explain. You and their captain couldn't sleep unless you slept together. That's all, why do they always stare at you in such surprise when you say that? Their shocked faces didn't discourage you both into cuddling up to each other at night, finding relaxation, warmth, safety, and comfort in each others arms. What was once your space becomes "our bedroom", "our closet", "our bathroom".

[arthursfuckinghat]

"I was gonna say you're like a son to me.. but you're more than that."

"It ain't that complicated!"

How quickly that shoulder pat of comfort turned into a condescending one.

[emily-mooon]

​You’ve seen MLP and Muppet Byler, now get ready for Care Bears Byler!

[theposhperyton]

All evidence suggests yes

[chipjrwibignaturals]

impulse approaches stuff his friends make like a guy presented with donuts he waggles his fingers and goes ooooo dont mind if i do!

[kazoosandfannypacks]

i think the best ship is the girl who's always trying to get stuff done and complete her mission and the guy who helps her know when to take a break and have fun and not crack under the stress of it all.

[clearwillow]

Do you intend to stop writing Inuyasha fanfics and focus solely on that anime called Bastard!!?

I am sorry that I was trying to find ways to make writing fun for me again, anon. I am sorry for not posting consistently on all of my published fics all at once. I am sorry for not catering to every reader's preferences in every one of those fics. I am sorry for finding another fandom to write for that has made me just as happy to create for as Inuyasha has, because this has clearly cut into someone's enjoyment. I'm really not trying to be angry, because this question has happened more than once, and it hurts.

I am sorry that you also caught me on a very bad day.

You see I've been in a world of pain for more than a week. I haven't written anything because I can't focus. It's been hard enough to draw. But that's irrelevant because the important thing here is not how I'm doing but will I continue to push out updates.

So to answer, no I don't intend to stop writing for Inuyasha...but just yesterday I was lamenting to a friend about if I should stop writing for Bastard. And that sucks, because I enjoy writing in that world. My family even noticed a difference in me, and they don't know I write fanfic.

It's amazing how I write just two stories in a different fandom and your first assumption is that I'm dropping my other work. That's not the case; I lost my confidence in my writing in the fandom. Things within the fandom have taken the joy out of writing as well. But as I was telling my friend yesterday, it doesn't feel like I'm capable of doing much in my writing beyond one or two things, no matter how much I try. That's been made apparent.

My current posting story for Bastard is finished. It's all the buffer I have, so I'm posting it in the off chance that someone gives it a chance. But rest assured, I'll get back to writing for Inuyasha. I'll start it this weekend, no matter how bad I feel because the important thing is that there's updates. They will be worked on, I promise.

[weepylucifer]

Truly do not understand where people get these takes from. From what i've seen, the communist quest is the kindest to Harry by far

[assortedvillainvault]

Love that prompt list! How about 24 - “Did you just bite me?” - for the DV'Cule, please?

In honour of the fact I've just quit my weekend job - DC please humbly accept my first outrightedly suggestive prose answer: praise the soup and your patience, here we go:

TLDR: Venomous bites and kinky viziers is certainly a match, and not one made in heaven, even for gods.

TW: Suggestive themes, biting, nothing overtly described. Implied threesome.

Did you just Bite Me?! - The DVCule: Jafar x Hades X Facilier

The yelp that cuts though the warm, heavy air startles them so badly that someone – Facilier maybe – tumbles off the bed with a swear, helped by one of Hades legs as the god flails. Flames roar between blue and orange as he grabs the back of Jafar’s head and tries to yank, grunting at the teeth buried in his shoulder.

The sorcerer remains locked in place – dazed and cross eyed as he clings - sweaty, sinuous, satisfied and apparently on another fucking planet for all that he was paying attention.

“Did you seriously just bite me?!” Hades croaks incredulously. “Jaf- Jafar, what the fuck-”

Muffled groans and what sound like an aborted reply leak between wet flesh. Hades winces as he tries to pry the sorcerers head away but finds him all but locked into the muscle – golden ichor dribbling between them. Despite the sudden burst of flame all the sorcerer does is grip harder, tongue idly flicking at the blood as it dribbles down his skin and smears the sheets.

Facilier stumbles up, nursing a bruised backside and scowling - swatting at Jafar to move but only getting a strangled hiss and an unfocused red glare for his trouble. The bokor blinks, noticing the odd..smooth sheen of Jafars skin, and the subtle red and black banding beginning to show.

“Ah, fuck. Is he-”

“Fanged up? No shit.” Hades hisses, feeling the two white hot, needle-like fangs twitch and flex what feels like down to his bones. “I don’t- fucking- need an anatomy discussion doc, get him off-!”

“I’m tryin-!”

Mood murdered - they attempt to wrangle the punch-drunk half-transformed sorcerer off the larger god, trading swears every time the teeth buried in his neck jostle, grimacing as Jafar swallows more and more godblood and slowly begins to giggle and produce some kind of awful hissy purr that shakes the bed and makes Hades especially regret the fireproof spells written into it.

Eventually they manage to pop Jafar’s unnervingly stretchy jaw off, tossing the ex vizier to the side while Facilier grabs rags for the bleeding and Hades glares at his lover. Slitted red eyes blink out of sync back as the half snake curls languidly in place, sleepy and pleased.

Hades scowls. “Memo to me – add a clause about biting...” He pinches his nose and sighs explosively, letting Facilier swipe at his shoulder where the wounds are already closing. “Oy, he’s such a freak.”

Facilier chuckles at that. “Yeah. An’ you like it, so what does that make you?”

“A pincusion apparently, oy-” He rolls his eyes and rubs his temples, feeling a headache coming on. “Was just starting to relax too...”

Facilier makes a sympathetic noise and throws the rag away. He slides back up, all smooth grace now that tall dark and twisted was slightly snoring. He gently cards a hand through the flames, letting them wrap around his fingers as Hades leans into the touch. “You wanna keep goin? Or leave it here? I’m game for either.”

Hades hums as he mulls it over and leans into him. Facilier’s brows pinch as he realises he’s… actually having to brace the god kinda hard. “Uh...Cher?”

Yellow eyes slowly blink open, and alarm bells start ringing as he sees just how wide the pupils are. “Hades..??”

“Faci...” He mumbles. “...have...have there always been three of you?”

The bokor feels his stomach tie into knots as he suddenly connects some dots - snapping his head around to see Jafar yawn, yellow drops of venom still clinging to his fangs.

He about launches himself out of bed – ignoring Hades sudden whine - and scrambles for his trousers, slung over the dresser. “Gotta get Ursula darlin’ - berightback-!”

[static-radio-ao3]

mil's masterpost

when these bones decay - jegulus, canon divergent, 3k

James Potter used to dream in technicolor. His childhood was warm yellow. Hogwarts was a startling red. James lived his life in black and white, in red and green, no room for in-between. Until he fell in love with Regulus Black and the world delved into overwhelming shades of grey. And then the war started.

give me your two lips (baby, i'll shut up) - jegulus, frat boy james, 5k

“Sure, sure. Say, Reggie, what are you doing on this side of campus?” James glances up at their surroundings, Greek Row. Regulus doesn’t really come here, eager to avoid, well, people like James. “Sirius asked me to come.” “If you say so,” James says, but the way he’s arching his eyebrow tells Regulus he doesn’t buy it. Regulus feels the tips of his ears redden. “Shut up.” or: Five times Regulus tells James to shut up and one time he doesn't.

got me spinnin’ out of control - jegulus, pwp, 5k

Regulus Black only has one New Year’s resolution: take a spinning class. Except, somewhere along the way, the New Year’s resolution has gone from taking a spinning class to taking the spinning class instructor.

it's just a kiss (why you gotta be so talkative?) - jegulus, frat boy james, 5k

“No,” Sirius says sternly, like he’s telling off a bad dog. “We’re not even doing anything,” James protests, opening the door further to let Sirius in. “And you’re not going to.” Or: Five times Regulus and James get interrupted and one time they don't.

all the wanting in the world - jegulus, pygmalion au, 10.7k

There is nothing James Potter loves more than his art.

talking on the ride home - jegulus, modern au w/ demisexual regulus, 9k

Regulus Black does not have a lot of luck in love. Nor does he have a driver’s license.

light as a ghost (on my mind you weigh the most) - jegulus, ghost au, 12.5k

Like most stories, this one starts with a ghost. Or maybe it starts with a phone call. Or maybe it starts with a gun. Or maybe the story starts at the end. Or maybe it doesn’t start at all. Instead, it loops and curves and twists and turns until end and beginning are one and the same. But if the story were to start with a ghost, it would start like this.

where all light comes in - jegulus, nanny au, 14.8k

Regulus Black spends a lot of time taking care of people. It’s been a while since someone took care of him. In which James is a single dad, Regulus is a nanny, and Harry is a little bit obsessed with dinosaurs.

don't like it fake (i think it's true love) - jegulus, modern au, fake dating, 10.1k

James Potter and Regulus Black could never date. Or at least, that's what Regulus seems to think. Determined to prove him wrong, James suggests they fake date for a month. But the longer they fake it, the more real it gets.

mil's microfics (tag)

[thevastnessof]

people love to try and categorize you, and being utterly uncategorizable by any standard they're familiar with is one of life's great joys. also very frustrating when they try anyways

[justsalpals]

Izzy looked after the crew like it was his job. It was his job. Izzy Hands would always do his fucking job, and do it well.

His job was who he was, so now he was the man who would protect them. That's how it went.

Then the kraken days came. He grit his teeth and limped through Ed's latest orders. He stripped off his boot when asked, bit back the scream as another toe bled loose on the boards. Every day he failed a little more, watched the man he dedicated his every moment to eat away at himself and everyone around him.

Izzy looked after the crew like it was the one thing he could do right.

His leg. Ed's dead stare. The storm. The slip of the gun against his forehead, too delirious to get the job done right.

He was still here.

Izzy looked after the crew like it was his one reason for living.

And it was the safety that broke him. A moment to breathe was a moment to let the pain bubble, festering like they hadn't managed to carve away all his rot. He drank and he screamed and watched his crew go join the others.

Not his crew. Never had been his crew. Bonnet's crew, finally together. Stronger for their bonds, and stronger for Izzy on the outside ripped to shreds by storm and shark and the looming memory of a kraken.

They looked out for each other. That's how it worked.

So what the hell was Izzy good for? What had ever been the point of him? Couldn't even do his fucking job. Not even worth having a job. Useless twat just soaking up hate and hurt until he died screaming in a filthy hovel below deck somewhere.

He'd spent a lifetime giving everything for a thankless job, for a man who held Izzy's heart in his hand and found it lacking. He'd forgotten what it meant for everything he'd sacrificed to be seen and to be enough. It was never fucking enough.

He thought it had been for Ed. Everything had always been for Ed.

They called him their unicorn. Carved him a leg from the ship they called home. Thank you, we see you, we love you. You are ours and we are yours.

Izzy Hands looked out for the crew, because they looked out for him.

All of them. Those that survived the kraken, those that had been marooned, even the skittish scribe who'd been turned rough by the tumble of sea water. They were his crew. They kept him aloft with every step forward.

Izzy looked after the crew because he loved them, and by some horrific twist of fate they loved him in return.

What a gaggle of cocksucking morons.