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[shyoyos]

note debuting with samu hcs yayyy likes & reblogs appreciated^^ written for taliaaa :p

osamu miya who, contrary to popular belief, is no less crazier than atsumu

osamu miya who has days where he wishes he’d gone pro to play along his brother like the good old days

osamu miya who will always plate your food before his

osamu miya who gives you the first bite whenever you share a meal

osamu miya who always asks you “did you eat yet?” whenever you meet up

osamu miya who still has his high school jerseys folded neatly somewhere in his closet

osamu miya who tries to attend every match he can, whether its for the msby black jackals or the japan volleyball league, just to cheer on his brother

osamu miya who hates to admit setters are cool

osamu miya who’s love language is acts of service

osamu miya who plays volleyball from time to time, just to not get rusty if he ever gets the chance to play with atsumu again

osamu miya who’s a gramma’s boy

osamu miya who kisses any crumbs off your lips

osamu miya who’s very clingy in his sleep, an arm (preferably two) always hugging your waist

taglist @daetko

[diorchids]

stepbrother!luke in the car !

“it’s too tight in here!” you yell as you settle on to your step brother's lap in the packed car, dress riding up as you try and get comfortable.

“shut your mouth and sit still, stop whining about everything.” luke groaned while his hands rested on your waist, holding you there as you protested. your parents ignored the both of you, your daily banter becoming normal. you shifted your hands while his hands were still planted tightly on your waist. he loved the feeling of wrapping his hands around your waist, having you under him, controlling your every move, and keeping you in place.

luke loved this. sure, it was perverse to think of his sister like this, but what’s wrong with it? you obviously don’t mind, you entertain it, even.

your dress was ridden up to your hips as you sat on him, strained cock pushing against his slacks as you grumbled.

luke’s disgusting, holding you down on him as he mindlessly rubs against you. he grinds his bulge up against your cunt as you try not to drool and cry out, digging your fingers into his thighs as you stupidly move your hips back and forth on your brothers disgusting cock.

he smirks as he quietly rubs his cock up against your sweet cunt while your mother drives. he slides a hand into your dress, groping your breast as he steals kisses and whispers perverse things into your ear.

“y-you’re a perv, you know that, right?” you whisper as you quietly moan and let your mouth fall open. luke’s hand slides down to your sensitive cunt, his fingers finding their way beneath your underwear. he rubs your clit in slow circles, making you moan softly and wiggle on his lap. “might let dad know—” your parents still oblivious to what you and your step brother are doing, chatting and humming to the music playing, “might let him know you like this, don’t you?” he asks, whispering.

“n-no, luke, don’ tell…”

luke whispers dirty words into your ear as he continues to rub your swollen nub. he ignores your protests, knowing that you secretly love the illicit thrill of getting caught by your mother.

“no—no more, luke…” you whisper before your parents get out the car, going inside the house, completely ignoring their children still in the car. “gotta get inside, c’mon…” your desperate attempts at stopping his fingers rubbing your soaked cunt.

luke continues to tease your sensitive parts, his fingers moving faster as he watches you squirm in his lap. your protests just turn him on more. “you're so fucking hot when you're trying to resist me. gonna fuck you so good.”

at first, you entertained it. this was fun, sure, but he was serious.

he unzips his slacks underneath you, strained cock pushing against his boxers before he pulls it out, hissing when the cold air hits his wet, fat tip.

luke wraps your hand around his cock and begins to thrust into it, making you gasp as he fucks your hand. “bet you want me to slip my cock inside you right now. wouldn’t that be fun?” you didn’t answer.

he takes that as a yes and wastes no time. he pulls your panties aside and thrusts his cock deep into your wet hole. he moans as he buries himself inside you, his hands grabbing onto your hips as he begins to thrust inside. “fuck,”

luke thrusts upwards as he watches you bite your lip and close your eyes in pleasure. he whispers in your ear. “god, you're so fuckin’ wet. you love this, don't you?”

he ends up cumming inside your tight hole, thick ropes rushing deep inside of you as he holds you in place, making you take it all as you moan and cry out.

maybe he’ll come into your room while you’re sleep, or maybe when you’re showering, he’ll hop inside for a bit.

[merakiui]

SKULLY HAS RAIDED MERA'S BLOG!!!???

Skully over shining Zuzu?

UNFORTUNATELY...... yes,,, (˃̣̣̥ᯅ˂̣̣̥) WAAAA I AM SO SORRY, ZUZU!!!! My heart is just too big and I fell for the dead guy with his Victorian rizz and kiss addiction. I couldn't help it...... he charmed me. This obsession is terrible, dear Izuna!!!! OTL he's completely taken over my brain,,, a parasite that I can't shake!! >:(

He's so precious,,, my beloved King of Halloween, oh how I adore you most ardently. <3 I wish him nothing but peace and happiness forever hehe.

[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

I wish I could let everyone who's ever commented on one of my fics know just how much it means to me.

I'd be willing to bet a lot (if not even most) of other fic writers have a lot of the exact same struggles and worries I do. A lot of writers have this chronic fear that our stuff just isn't good. I worry that people only read my stuff out of pity. I obsess over kudos ratios, no matter how hard I try not to. I go through phases of feeling demoralized when working on a multi-chapter fic because you can pour your heart into it and there will be times when it feels like no one cares. I can get sad when it feels like my fics just won't get traction. I post so much because I love writing, primarily, but also because it feels like my attempt to constantly try and get ahead of that feeling that my writing is just garbage. I'd put good money on pretty much every fic author out there being able to identify with at least some of these things.

But the really, really excellent thing about ao3 - it is a very, very damn good archive. And one of the things it's very easy to view are comments. Whenever I start feeling these things, I'm able to go to my inbox or click on any fic I'm proud of, and I'll be able to find a bunch of lovely little letters just for me! The best cure to those feelings are always finding a few comments that soothe those insecurities - a comment that catches on to some bit of symbolism you're proud of, a long comment that someone put time into because they like your work, a string of fire emojis on a pwp.

It's no exagerration to say that if you've left a comment on any one of my fics, I've probably read it back over dozens of times while smiling and kicking my feet. So if you ever worry that you're not bringing much to the fandom outside of comments and cheerleading, let me be the first one to assure you: every comment you ever leave is more valuable than you'll ever know!

[hansmannette]

oh take me back to the night we met

[str0yberries]

“We need more complex female characters” Y’all could barely handle her and her relationship with him.

[pigeonstab]

I think the College AU fics are gonna be more like snippets than anything? Cause I can't figure out how to write more than 750 ± words lol.

I think it's mainly because I seem to write separate scenes rather than actual stories.

[hellamorte]

are there any alienages in antiva and nevarra??? i looked here and there but found nothing. both are under orlesian chantry but obviously influenced by tevinter. any thoughts? 🤔

[greenticklerdreams]

Hey you! I'm so glad we could meet up for lunch. Work has SUCKED this morning. Yours too? Ugh. There must be something in the air today.

... hey. I have an idea that'll cheer us both up. It won't take us that long to eat. How about... we get in the back seat of my car, and I tickle you real quick? ... haha, that got a real smile from you. Clearly, you need it. And I do, too. C'mon, let's go. ... oh, don't worry. I'll set a timer. We won't be back late.

... Okay. We'll have to go fast, but don't worry. We can always do this again tonight once we're off. Consider this a preview. Or a bonus. ... look at you already giggling! I cheered you up and we haven't even done anything yet.

All right. Timer set. My fingers are primed. You're already squirming. Did you just realize you're trapped in a tight space with a tickle monster? Silly. You'll thank me later.

... we're wasting time. ReadysetGO!!

[elegyofthemoon]

i'm writing this before new years actually happens bc idk if im even gonna be awake at midnight but I did this last year too I think but I wanted to keep up with it because I feel like...there's a lot that went down this year so :) cheers

I was reflecting this time last year I was still in medschool and studying in the UK for a dream that I honestly didn't really believe in, just following what was expected of me and just hoping for the best.

But at the end of 2023, I swore to myself that the shit year that 2023 was, I'd never take those grievances with me into 2024.

And I didn't. 2024 marked a huge huge turning point and a big leap for me as a person where after all these years of wondering and feeling very disconnected with myself, I finally took steps to seek myself out - to reconnect with the things I love and am passionate for.

And I'm so glad that I took those steps - leaving medschool and pursuing my hobby in voice acting - a dream that I just accepted as a dead dream - because now we're in the new year, and the amount of VA projects I got in was awesome. Not to mention now turning one of my big interests into a personal VA passion project as well...

This doesn't mean anything to anyone but me but

This was how much work I did as a VA starting end of May. It's not even an entire year, and that's amazing to me because getting 20 roles is crazy. Albeit, a lot of those are projects that never went through, but the fact I got that many is still astounding for someone who just restarted her career again in VA.

So I'm proud of it. I'm proud of what I accomplished there. And while I'll be pursuing something else in line with psychology and peds, I think at the end of the day, my greatest love is in VA.

So I'm happy for 2024, even despite all the hardships that I had to go through (mostly familial drama). I'm proud of myself for pursuing something I genuinely love and finding something that makes me happy to do rather than burning myself out so much that I lost interest in living.

And for the people that had been very supportive me during that whole journey because it was quite the rocky road. idk if Ev is gonna read this but Ev and my irl friend Nick have been really supportive of me on my journey and having to hear the va updates all throughout the journey and all the ups and downs that came along with it, so I really appreciate them for being there while I was trying to find myself.

So I really really hope that I can bring that joy I found and that confidence that I have of my future into 2025. And I hope that confidence continues to grow in the next year so I can be happier to share all these things I accomplish and continue to grow and develop further as a person.

2024 was my first step into becoming me. Let 2025 be the plunge into myself.

[citizenerased77]

belldom because it makes me want to curl up in a ball and giggle and scream and laugh and cry and really just react in such a manner that is unfit in response to two middle aged men simply being gay 

[windfighter]

Dance to the death

Prompt: Pinned down (febuwhump 2025)

Gem stared up at Mumbo, the tip of his sword pointed at her throat. Both were panting, sweat running down the sides of their faces. Gem grinned, clutched her own sword tighter. The sand was coarse against her back. She had lost, at her own death beach. Made her bed and now she was lying in it. Mumbo looked unusally tall were he towered above her.

”Looks like you got me”, she said.

The grin didn’t leave her face. Mumbo blinked, his chest rose and sank with every breath. Gem moved closer to the sword.

”You can do whatever. you. want. with me.”

For every word she moved closer to the sword, pressed her throat against it. Mumbo’s cheeks turned red, he took a step back.

”A-ah! Why would I… I don’t want to… Gem!”

Coward. Mumbo’s sword trembled, moved away from Gem’s throat and she laughed, jumped back up. With one swift swing of her sword Mumbo turned red and disappeared in a cloud of dust.

”GEM!” Mumbo’s voice cut through the air from the boat.

Gem laughed again, picked up Mumbo’s head from the ground and threw it to him. Bit into a carrot and lifted her sword.

”Again”, she said.

Mumbo lifted his own sword and rushed towards her.

[lullabyofthejotnar]

"My confrontation with Atreus about his days long disappearance was abruptly interrupted by an ambush. It was a Valkyrie, but not one we've met before. I don't know if she was sent by Odin, or whether she's someone I wronged in the past. Either way, this adds another thorn in our side. With her, Freya and Odin after us, we need to be more careful than ever."

—

The text above is a false codex entry, based on an idea of mine where the Norse Saga is a trilogy;

The second game focuses mainly on Atreus learning about Jötunheim and the conflict with Freya. Here, instead of the Vanadís boss leading to Vanaheim - she flees. From that point on, there would be a mechanic where exploring in Midgard could trigger a quick encounter with her, similiar to the Untamed Fury. The game ends with Níðhögg's bossfight and Freya's curse being broken.

The third game would be about Asgard, Odin and Ragnarök.

[weepingfoxfury]

The man on the radio is back having slept off his late night shenanigans and is busy reading poetry dedicated to the traffic lady. The traffic lady is delighted. Time for a bit of Labi Siffre he says ... 'Watch me when you call my name ... See me sparkle, see me flame.' Another Bank Holiday and more of the usual wet weather. The chef on the radio is in and it's chicken recipes all the way with chorizo rice and artichokes.

Coffee in hand, leaning against the door frame looking at the Primulas. Amazing plants. They've survived every low temperature that's been thrown at them. I like them a lot, they thrive even with a neglectful 'gardener' like myself.

I'm lousy at remembering to water things. Years back, a friend asked me to house sit and 'would I please remember to water the azalea in her lounge.' I was there 2 weeks, and assured her her plant would be well looked after. I read the large yellow Post It Note that said 'please water plant' every day of my stay and said to myself 'I'll do that now.'

I didn't.

Permanently distracted me only looked at the plant the day before she came home. I say plant ... more of a stick by that point, surrounded by dead leaf confetti. Needless to say, I replaced it. Took home the demised azalea and added it's remains to my compost. Smiled to myself when my friend rang and said her beloved plant had never looked so well, and that I must have green fingers.

The irony of me rescuing half dead plants from my local garden centre is not lost on me. From the frying pan into the fire one might say. Just aswell the precipitation Gods of the Emerald Isle keep an eye on my purchases ... and I doubt they'll need a Post It Note reminder ... but maybe I'll leave one out for them ... just in case ...

[greensaplinggrace]

willow's corruption arc is one of my favorites like the way she fumbles her relationship with tara and gives in to her worst character traits and allows her ego to cloud her judgement is some of the most honest writing i've ever seen for character development like that

[theweirdoinurhouse]

A lousy new roommate (Part 3 of my "Lowsy" series"

Part 1:

Part 2:

(Reader is not from Miles' Universe, story takes place in a different one. Thought I should mention that-)

The Spot as been regularly visiting your apartment for a month now. It's been quite an experience, hanging out with him. But it wasn't as bad as you thought. One day, he told you he didn't have any place to stay. So you offered him to stay at your place from now on. What could possibly go wrong?

Spider-man crashing into your living room wall is what could go wrong.

Spot told you that morning that he was just going out for a walk. Nothing too bad. You decided you would relax on your couch and watch some tv to pass the time.

That was until Spot randomly teleported into your living room via his portal-holes, panting and clearly out of breath. You stood up from the couch quickly, thoughts racing on why he was in such a state.

Before you could ask him though, the wall with your balcony crumbled as someone burst through it. You stepped back as to not get hit by any flying debris, but Spot was not so fortunate.

You realized the figure that just broke your wall was Spider-man when Spot yelled "Spider-man! Oh my gosh hi! Funny to see you here!"

Spot was dodging Spider-man's punches, portaling his fists somewhere else occasionally. You just stood behind your couch, getting some entertainment from this. You probably wouldn't last five minutes going against Spider-man anyways.

"Give it up Spot! I'm taking you to Miguel whether you like it or not!" Spider-man yelled, trying to throw another fist at Spot, only for it to disappear into his chest.

"Ooo, that tickles!" Spot responds with. You can tell Spider-man is getting annoyed, because he's throwing punch after punch with such force you weren't surprised he crashed your wall effortlessly.

Eventually, you started getting sick of seeing the two fight (if you can even call it that). You stepped out from behind the couch and stood on the cushions. You raised your hands to your mouth, for no reason other than dramatic affect.

"Could you please take this fight elsewhere?! I'm already high in debt, and the broken wall doesn't help!"

Both Spot and Spider-man freeze and turn to you. Spider-man then turned to Spot.

"You put the life of some random stranger in danger just to escape me!"

"I live here! Plus, you were the one following me. So really you put them in danger-"

Before Spot could properly finish, Spider-man man punched him in the face. While Spot was rolling on the floor, holding where his nose would be and "crying", Spider-man turned to you.

"Are you okay ma'am/sir/mx?"

You shook your head.

"No, I'm not okay! You busted my wall and punched my roommate-acquaintance-friend!"

Spider-man was going to respond to your statement, but a portal opening underneath him dropped him out of your living room before he could say anything.

Spot got up from the floor, rubbing his face. He cracked his back, then hands, than neck.

"Jeez, that guy was persistent! Glad he at least saw me as dangerous enough I'd need to be taken in!"

His voice sounded way more happy than you think it should have. He turned to the now open space that acts as a window in your wall. His shoulders slumped, happy mood from earlier dissipating.

"You have some explaining to do," you said, trying to give Spot a harsh look. It was kind of hard because of how pathetic he seemed 24/7.

"Yeah," he sighed. "Guess you're right."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You already figured out about him being from a different universe,because he once gifted you car keys and literally said "they're from a different universe".

Wasn't too hard to figure out.

What did shock you though was that this same dude that you offered to stay in your home because he had nothing and reminded you of a wet cat, was also climbing the list of some Spider-people's most wanted list.

While you were surprised by this, Spot was surprised you didn't seem to have much of a reaction. After the surprise fell, he felt relieved that you probably weren't gonna kick him out.

Only deal was that he'd keep the Spider-people away from your apartment, and help rebuild the wall. And he was perfectly fine with that. Anything to be able to stay with the one person that didn't see him as a freak.

You have told him in the past you weren't a huge fan of Spider-man. Proven today, he broke alot of stuff when fighting crime. And he didn't even help all that much when repairing all of it! Just stands there and takes pictures.

Spot was always glad you didn't like Spider-man. Made living with you a lot easier when you both hated the same person! You always had rants late at night about the shared hatred for the super hero.

One of these nights you two were seated on your couch, brand new glass windows letting in some moonlight through the blinds. The movie you two were watching was finishing up, bucket of popcorn empty and on the floor.

You had one blanket over both of your laps, and you had one wrapped around your shoulders. When the end credits popped up you started ranting about the movie. What you liked, what you didn't, your favorite character, you least favorite character.

You and Spot do this after every new movie you two watched. It was a hobby for you now.

"Oh my god the grave scene! I mean was him taking off his shirt even that necessary? I mean good for the fangirls but like-"

You turned your head to look at Spot, curious about his lack of feedback. When you turned to him you saw his head leaned back against the back of the couch. The spot on his face seemed more like a line than a circle now. Kind of squinted.

'Is he sleeping?' you think. He poke his arm softly. When he doesn't move you do it again, but with a small amount of more force. He still doesn't move. You decide to punch his arm as the final test. Nothing

You lean back to your side of the couch. You stare at the tv for a few minutes, seeing the reflection of you and him. He seemed awfully more peaceful when asleep. But you guess everyone is.

You decided you would just leave him be and go to your room for the night. You slipped the blanket around your shoulders off. You stood up and placed the part of the blanket that was on your lap onto Spot, so that he now has the full blanket.

When you took a step to walk towards you room, you heard the softest whisper you have ever heard in your life.

"Don't go please."

You were surprised you even heard it. You look back at Spot, but he was still in the same position as before. All except for the fact his hand was reached over to where you were seated, gently grasping at the cushion. You stood there for a moment, seeing if he would talk again.

All he did was move so that he was laying down, head resting on the pillow on your side of the couch. He grabbed the big blanket he pulled it up to cover his shoulders. He was too tall for your couch, shins and below sticking out over the opposite side of the couch.

You decided you either A). Imagined what he said or B). It wasn't important.

So you waked to your room, got changed, hopped into the bed, than fell asleep. It was a dreamless night. But Spot was dreaming.

Of you.

A/N: I can't write fight scenes to save my life. Also I kind of have writers block, so sorry if this sucked. Thank you all for the support to my previous parts, hope this didn't dissapoint too much. Also not beta-read)