#lovey dovey nonsense tag

[j0nesy]

ranting because of a tag I saw on someone's repost.

I absolutely despise those fanfictions that strips away the basis of both Midas and Montague. And what I mean by that is the fact they're both arguably horrible people is just gone. They're killer, thieves, conmen, power hungry maniacs that only care about themselves and a few others. Yes I love the idea of Midague as a ship, and the soft and intense moments. BUT PLEASE don't forget their personalities for the basis of shipping.

Of course fanfiction is supposed to deviant from canon and I understand the reasons behind changing things. But when change goes too far you lose what you were even changing from.

[deus-ex-mona]

have you listened to meoto? yes? good!!!!! listen to it again~~~~~~!!!!!!!!!

[darlingdaisyfarm]

Howdy! Jdjdjfh I hope you're still taking Gravity Falls Stan/Ford requests--

What if the reader and Ford/Stan (separate) were married, but the reader suffered a traumatic head injury in a car accident? This injury causes them to be unable to retain memories for more than a day. Every morning, they wake up next to this mysterious, handsome man who has to explain to them that they are married—and have been for years. The reader can't help but feel guilty about this situation. :( We need some lovey-dovey comfort

Sorry if this is long or complicated kfhfkfh thank you for your time!!

Have a good day/night :)) 💗 love your writing so much

you’ll always remember | Stanley Pines x reader

tags: sfw, memory loss, established relationship

a/n: hi, lovely anon! thank you for sending this in and for your sweet words!💗 this little piece focuses on Stan for now. but don’t worry, i’ve got something equally heartfelt coming for Ford too, ill post it a lil bit later

thank you for trusting me with your emotions and have a beautiful day/night, darling!

Ford version

you open your eyes and the next thing you feel is headache, your head feels. . . way too heavy, but sadly, not from oversleeping or the nice kind from sleeping in. it’s different type of pain. 

you rub your eyes, feeling lost and blink around the room, with fear realising you don’t understand where you are. your messy thoughts are interrupted by the bed creaking when you sit up and your heart does this awful little jump when you see him.

this man.  

this. . . mysterious man with a broad chest, an old tank top clinging to it. there’s golden chain around his neck, glinting against the soft peppered hairs of his chest. 

and you. . . you don’t know him.  

your stomach twists immediately. the room doesn’t look familiar, either, nothing does. these stacks of magazines, mugs, a nightstand that’s barely holding itself together. you hear a faint sound of birds outside, but even that won’t calm your mind 

“mornin’, sweetheart, sleep okay?”  

your heart lurches, panic curling up your throat. you try to get up from bed, but everything feels too heavy and weird, your body barely listens to you, your limbs hurt

you freeze, looking a bit scared, but more than all confused. “who— who are you?” 

Stanley sighs, nodding at your words, agreeing with you. it’s not the first time he’s heard it. you can tell from the way his face falls, his smile disappearing, but then he covers it up with a gentle grin

“right. uh, this part,” he mutters, scratching the back of his neck. “okay, so. you don’t remember me. look, baby, my name’s Stan. Stanley Pines. i’m your husband.”

your what?

“yeah, i know. sounds like a bad joke, but it’s true. you’ve got, uh. . .” he avoids your wide-eyed stare. “you’ve got a thing. memory stuff. from the accident. doc says you won’t remember much past a day. it’s been like this for a while now, heh.”

his tone doesn’t sound all that happy, because for Stanley it’s just as hard as it is for you. he explains it like it physically pains him to spell all this shocking nonsense out for you.

“i know this ain’t fair to you. shit, it ain’t fair to either of us. but i’m here. i’ll always be here, ‘kay? even if you wake up every day thinkin’ i’m some creep who wandered in off the street.” 

you just look at him, unable to understand what he’s talking about after the word “husband”. husband. . . gosh, feels like your brain just started to hurt more. your mind scrambles, clawing at the edges of something it can’t reach, no matter how hard you try.

“don’t— don’t look so freaked out, kid,” Stan says quickly, seeing your panic. “here, look—”  

he reaches for something on the nightstand, hoping each time that it will work. Its an old picture frame, a little bit worn, but when he holds it out with a hopeful look, you see yourself in it. laughing. leaning into him. his arm’s slung around your shoulder as he grins, his fez perched crookedly on his head. 

“that’s us,” Stan says softly, watching your reaction. “took that on our anniversary, up at lookout point. you love that spot, always goin’ on about the view. even dragged me up there at sunrise once.” he chuckles, but his eyes are watching you carefully, he’s waiting you to give some reaction, please just. . . please. he waits to see that beautiful smile of yours he always loved so much and you want to smile. you want to remember. 

but there’s nothing.  

corners of your mouth lowers and your chest tightens, guilt bubbling up inside. “i. . .” wait, what was his name again? damn. “don’t remember that. i don’t remember you.”

Stan’s smile wobbles for half a second before he catches it. “yeah, i figured. but that’s okay. s’not your fault, sugar.”  

you hate that. you hate how kind he is about it, how patient, but at the same time how broken his voice sounds.

Stanley sighs, rubbing at his face, trying to scrub away years of exhaustion. then he looks at you again.

with hope in his eyes.

“here, how about this?” he says suddenly, brightening. he pulls open the nightstand drawer and takes out another photo, this one of you, him and some. . . kids? it’s twins, a boy and girl in some funny looking sweater, both with brown hair, all of you standing by the lake. you’re holding up a huge fish, grinning from ear to ear, and Stan’s standing behind you with his hands on your shoulders looking so damn proud of his lovely little human.

“this was last summer,” Stan tells you, tapping the glass with his thumb. “we went fishin’. you caught that sucker all by yourself. wouldn’t stop braggin’ for weeks.”

a faint smile appears on your lips. 

“still got the tackle box you picked out, too,” Stan adds with a laugh. “you said the one i had was too ‘junkyard chic.’ you’ve got a sharp tongue on ya, y’know that?”  

your fingers tremble as you reach to take photo from his hands. you look at it, look at that person who looks like you, with a smile’s brighter than the sun and these eyes. . . sparkling, as if you’ve just heard the funniest joke in the world.

“i’m sorry,” you whisper, staring down at your hands. tears spilling down your cheeks. “i- i don’t know how you do this. every day. i can’t- i can’t even remember, Stan.”

the first time you said his name. 

“hey, hey.” his hand comes up, hovering over your shoulder, rubbing it slightly to calm you. he’s not sure if it’s okay to touch you yet, he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable, but you look up and he’s already leaning closer. “don’t you dare apologize for this, sweetheart. you didn’t ask for it. none of this is your fault, y’hear me?”  

you nod weakly, but he isn’t done.  

“you’re still you. still the same stubborn, beautiful, funny, smart, pain-in-the-ass i fell for, okay? you’re stuck with me, like it or not. you take all the time you need, honeybun. i’m not goin’ anywhere.”

you nod, still doubting, lowering your eyes to that photo again. 

“now, how about we get some breakfast? you always say my stancakes are the best damn thing in oregon.” Stan smiles at you because you’re his whole world. and even though the pieces don’t always fit in your mind, Stanley still loves you with this kind of affection that’s lived a thousand lifetimes and he knows, somewhere deep in your mind, you love him too. he just gotta try a bit harder.

when you meet his eyes, for the first time, you feel something painfully familiar deep inside of you. as if he’s the one you’d always reach for in a sea of faces. and you laugh softly

“i say that, huh?” 

“every time,” noticing that little change in your voice, Stan grins and winks at you. “c’mon, let me prove it to ya, baby.”

even though your head’s a mess and your heart feels like it’s been put through a blender, you want to believe him. you take his hand, noticing a ring around his finger and only now you realise you are wearing one too

….

“but what if i never remember?” you ask as you trace the edges of his beautiful face with trembling fingers, trying to commit it to memory.

he just smiles and wraps his big hands around your waist.

“then i’ll just remind ya every day. as long as it takes.”

[kitthepurplepotato]

Bakugou Katsuki’s Daily Shenanigans!

Season 2!

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Chapter 1: Relationship 101 with Bakugou Katsuki!

Summary: Bakugou Katsuki fell in love and he hates it. He hates the fluttery feeling in his stomach, he hates how his chest feels when he looks at you, ha hates how his heart starts pounding in his chest every time you leave a tiny kiss on his cheek; Bakugou Katsuki is 100% sure he’s allergic to his girlfriend.

In this story, Bakugou Katsuki learns how to be in a relationship. For the first time in his life he’s struggling to get the thing right, but thankfully, he has the most caring and understanding girlfriend the world has ever seen. That doesn’t mean he’s not getting smacked in the head a few times though. There is a reason why his girlfriend’s nickname is ‘the Menace.’

This season can be read as a stand-alone, but I highly recommend you to start at the beginning to actually understand the story properly!

Tags: Established relationship, aged up characters, fluff, comedy

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Other minor background ships: TodoDeku, KamiJirou (they are married in this AU), Kirishima has a crush on an unknown lady working in a coffee shop 🌚

General warnings for this season: Swear words, highly suggestive, possibly sexual content (haven’t decided yet), mentions of sexual topics, potential mentions of injuries and fights etc.

18+ for safety! New warnings on every chapter.

Also, the writer of the story is a foreigner, so don’t kill her if she makes a mistake, thank you 🩷

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Want to start from the beginning?

Click here for Season 1!

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Mr. Katsuki doesn’t give a fuck about romance.

He doesn’t understand why do people need to be so disgustingly cheesy with each other, he doesn’t understand what’s so good about being in love and he definitely doesn’t understand how did he end up in a committed relationship.

Yes, Bakugou Katsuki, 25 years old Number 2 pro hero is in fucking love and he hates every single minute of it.

He hates it.

So much.

So-so much.

The cuddles? Nah. It gives him all these fluttery-jittery shitty feelings and his heart is probably allergic to it because there is no way it should beat that quickly.

The kisses? Well, they don’t have too much of an experience in that yet as the first time they kissed Katsuki didn’t kiss back as he was too busy having a mental breakdown, then their next kiss was so heated he almost did some unspeakable things to his brand new girlfriend and he had to run home to take care of his misbehaving “friend” and take a really cold shower to stop himself for running back to the office… and that was a terrible experience. Then this whole lovey-dovey thing got awkward. He has no idea what the fuck is he doing and every time he decides to kiss Y/N, his heart wants to explode and he doesn’t want to die so… he’s not doing it.

The sex? Well… they are not there yet but even the thought of it makes Mr. Katsuki insane. In a bad way, of course.

Of course…

Also! No one fucking told him you can get addicted to a person. Love should be illegal. This is terrible. Mr. Katsuki can barely sleep during the night because his fucking mind can’t stop thinking about The Menace and about all the things he… would probably absolutely hate doing. Like cuddling in bed. Or making out until the morning. Or doing other stuff until the morning then call in sick to work, because they are old and their backs hurt. Disgusting. Just disgusting.

Mr. Katsuki is definitely sick in the head. This is all nonsense. He’s not going into his office to be the best hero anymore, but to see Y/N in his shitty oversized hoodies and daydream about her wearing his hoodies instead.

Okay, what the fuck, no.

Fucking no.

Mr. Katsuki hates everyone and everything right now but the one he hates the most is…

“You fucking Menace, get out of my fucking head, I can’t sleep because of you!” Mr. Katsuki yells at his significant other on this lovely Thursday morning.

Ahh, she’s so fucking cute before her first coffee, what the fuck. She looks so confused, Katsuki really wants to kiss her senseless.

Wait, what?

“Aww, that was so fucking cheesy, what the fuck.”

… Nevermind, the urge is gone.

“It wasn’t a compliment, you dipshit!” Katsuki yells again with a face red as a tomato.

“I’ll just act offended then, but can I have my coffee now?”

Y/N comes way too close for Bakugou’s liking. Is it really necessary to stand so close to him? It gives his heart a hard time. Being allergic to your girlfriend sucks.

“Who said it’s yours?” The blonde retorts. Maybe he just wanted to bring his best friend a coffee. Or have two coffees.

“It’s mine now.” The Menace puts her mouth on Mr. Katsuki’s cheek, which makes his heart act up again. She snatches the coffee out of his hand while he’s distracted and sits back down happily to finish her paperwork.

Mr. Katsuki hates The Menace. So-so much.

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Kirishima is really happy for his best friend, but he is also mentally scarred.

It was only a few days ago when he accidentally walked in on his best friend and his assistant having a heated sparring session with their tongues; he will never forget seeing Y/N’s hands almost completely down Katsuki’s pants while his blonde bestie was busy squeezing the shit out of her thighs on his office desk.

Now look, Kirishima knows this is his fault; he’s the one who hired Y/N just to keep himself entertained, knowing the two will be at each other’s throats most of the time, making a mess in the office as they both have the same personality and none of them knows how to back down. It really has started as a really expensive joke. What Kirishima didn’t expect was to watch those two fall for each other in the middle of their heated arguments. It was so fucking obvious yet so unbelievable, but Kirishima then decided to push them to their limits and actually made it happen; he came up with the stupid idea of closing the two in the same hotel room for a few days for a mission, but Kirishima’s joke almost cost both of their lives; the suspect ended up to be Y/N’s biggest enemy who’s been waiting to get revenge on her for arresting his gang buddies a few years ago.

Long story short, the drama escalated, Katsuki got quirked with a quirk called “Anguish” which basically made him extremely depressed and suicidal for a day and he was saved by a massive bitch slap and a ferocious kiss by the love of his life; kinda like in the cheesy romantic movies Kirishima adores. Kirishima is absolutely not jealous. Not at all.

Also, Y/N became a great friend to Kirishima during her employment; she’s a fierce, honest woman from abroad, beautiful, proud and intelligent. She’s also an amazing (currently) ex-hero who got wounded in a massive fight for her country and had to step down completely after almost losing her life. She was bedridden for months, unable to eat, shower or do anything alone and even after getting better she was forced to stay far away from actual hero work for a while, hence why she decided to join a hero agency as an assistant; this kept her close to her dream in a safe way and also let her live in her favorite country.

Kirishima will never forget Bakugou’s face when he realized Y/N was the number one hero of her country while Katsuki was stuck at number 2 thanks to Deku. They had a spar which ended up being more like a foreplay than an actual battle but Y/N won anyway; she has the most OP quirk the world has ever seen. She can activate any quirk she can come up with and alternate it in any way or use multiple quirks at once if she concentrates on them enough. Like what the fuck man, that’s cheating.

So yeah, Y/N is a great friend of Kirishima and he’s really happy for his friends but he will never get over Katsuki’s horny face that’s for sure.

But…

After that one incident on their first day of being a couple, the two… well… they went back to their normal selves. And Kirishima is really bloody confused.

“The fuck are you yapping about you fucking extra?!” Katsuki yells, his eyes piercing through the skull of this poor guy who works as a side kick at the agency. Kirishima can’t lie, Mizuto isn’t his favorite guy either, he’s sensitive and overdramatic but he hid it really well at the interview. Kirishima hates himself for putting these two in the same meeting room instead of doing two separate meetings, one with the bosses (and Y/N) and one with the extras, as Katsuki likes to call them.

“I’m saying that your leading techniques are harsh and rude and I don’t appreciate you talking down on me!” He yells and Katsuki stands up; he gets pulled back to his chair by Y/N.

“Shut the fuck up, the both of you, I have a migraine!”

“Then go the fuck home…” Katsuki can’t finish his sentence as Y/N randomly creates a spray bottle full of water and sprays the hero on the side of his face; the way some stupid people do with cats when they misbehave. Letting Y/N meet Momo Yaozoru was another terrible mistake of Kirishima’s. Katsuki does not appreciate the gesture and throws an explosion at Y/N but she deflects it with a mirroring quirk; Katsuki moves away and the explosion hits the window and blasts through it.

Great. They need to change the windows again. Kirishima really thought that with these two getting together, all the aggression will fade away but apparently that’s not the case; are they even together or did they just have a moment which Kirishima awkwardly interrupted? Kirishima was sure they are a couple, especially as none of them moved away from each other when he found them in each other’s arms.

He needs to investigate.

After the meeting and a phone call to the maintenance - they don’t even ask questions anymore, they just give them a full day long appointment because they know them so well by now - Kirishima asks Katsuki to come to his office for a quick “catch up”. Katsuki does not appreciate being called into the office like a fucking extra, especially as they are supposed to be co-leading the agency but Kiri only smiles in Katsuki’s pouting face.

“Bro, I just called you here to gossip. I wanted to know what happened after I left that day.” Kirishima winks and Katsuki looks away with a massive blush on his face. He’s fucking adorable.

“Nothing. I went home.” Honestly, this guy is a pain in the ass. Why can’t he take a hint?!

“So… did you kiss since?”

“No.”

“Uhm…” Kirishima wonders what the fuck should he say to that. ‘Did you fuck’ just doesn’t sound right. “So you two are not…?” Kirishima can’t finish the sentence as an explosion hits his face. He should have seen that coming. His eyes sting now.

“Do you have a crush on my girlfriend or what?!” Katsuki yells and Kirishima grins; it takes a few seconds for the blonde to realize what he’d just said; his face contorts into a frown and sits back, mumbling profanities to no one in particular.

“I got all the information I wanted. You are dismissed. Congratulations!” Kirishima’s shit eating grin can be seen even from the moon, that’s how massive it is.

Ahh, young love.

“Fuck you.” Katsuki mumbles and leaves the office, almost breaking his door for the 700th time. Ahh, never mind, the maintenance guys will probably have a spare with them anyway.

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You are on your last few bits of paperwork when a bewildered Katsuki comes into your shared office.

“What.”

Katsuki throws himself into his chair, he rolls around like a kid, left to right then in circles before he answers. He’s so fucking adorable. Goddamnit.

“Kirishima is in my ass, asking stupid questions about you.” He pouts and you laugh; Katsuki doesn’t like to be laughed at so he sends a tiny spark towards you, not even strong enough to travel to the right destination.

“I can help you forget the conversation.” You wink jokingly, but your boyfriend only rolls his eyes. There is a slight a blush on his face he can’t really hide, but by the look of it, he doesn’t want to anyway.

“Which part of ‘taking it slow’ do you not understand, you bloody woman?” Katsuki yells but there is no edge to his voice; for anyone else this would sound offensive, but for you, it just sounds pained; he’s clearly still getting used to all of this and while you can barely stop yourself from kissing him senseless every day, you can absolutely understand him.

“I know. I won’t do anything you don’t want. Calm down.” You murmur, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible to not freak your brand new boyfriend out.

“I’ve never said I don’t want it. I just want to take it slow.”

Well, that sentence went straight between your legs. No one can judge you for being like that after dancing around each other for literal months. It’s the honeymoon phase. It will pass.

“C’mere.” Katsuki grunts and you jump up from your desk to walk towards your boyfriend. He manhandles you into his lap while snuggling his face into your chest and sighs. You can only hope he can’t feel the way you shivered all over from the hotness of his breath.

“Better?” You ask, faking nonchalance.

“No, I hate it. Makes me feel all tingly wiggly and shit. Relationships suck.” He murmurs and you can’t stop the laugh bubbling up in your chest.

“Yeah, me too. I hate it so much. It’s terrible.” You bite your lips to stop yourself from laughing and the blonde looks up at you, arching his eyebrows in disapproval.

“Don’t make that face. I hate it.” He grumbles, but you can see how his eyes light up as he looks down; he licks his lips while staring at yours but he doesn’t move towards you; you really want to tackle this man and kiss some sense into him. “Now go away, I need to finish the paperwork.”

Well, you are dismissed now! You go back to your desk, giggling to yourself like a lovesick teenager; he’s so fucking cute. Oh my god, since when are you such a sap?!

“How long will you be staring at me?” Katsuki mumbles begrudgingly.

“I can do this all day.”

He tries his best to look offended but you can’t miss the way his mouth quirks up as he shamelessly ignores you for the rest of the day.

Well, this will be a long run but fuck if it’s not worth it for those small smiles only you can see.

Maybe one day, it won’t be so hard to initiate contact with him. One day, you might be able to give him a kiss without being told off for it. That day is not today though but that’s fine; he can take as much time as he needs because you’ll be there, waiting for him. If you need to, you’ll wait for him forever.

“Thanks… Y/N.” He mumbles with a red face but doesn’t look up from his laptop; you smile to yourself and doesn’t answer; you don’t need to. He knows you well enough to know what your answer would be anyway.

You really love this fucking madman.

…Next chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- Welcome to the ‘potato ramble’ section of the ficc. This is where are I talk to myself while you roll your eyes at home thinking ‘I ain’t got time for your shit, fella.” I’ll ramble about the story or about a random things you don’t want to/need to know about the writer. I’ll try to behave.

- Sorry if there’s barely anything new in this chapter, this is more like a chapter 0 than a chapter one and it also gives you a brief recap in case you have the brain capacity of a goldfish as I do and you forget the main story by the time you get to the second season. Yeah, sorry. I hope you still enjoyed it though!

- The “I can do this all day” bit was a Captain America reference.

- If there’s anything you want to see in this ficc, let me know and I might use your idea!

- About the potential cheekiness in the ficc… please tell me what do you prefer. Brief mentions of their cheeky deeds? Detailed first time? Nothing? Potatoes? French fries or mashed? Or should I just write about Katsuki’s pigeon, Steve? Tell me your thoughts because I honestly don’t know what I want to do. 😂

- YES, I’m sleep deprived right now, how did you know?!

- I’ll shut up for today, I think I confused you enough for one day. Have a lovely week!

Likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated! 💥

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[imagineitdearies]

Part 3/3 of the Official Perfect Slaughter Playlist Series

(Perfect Slaughter: Astarion x Tav/m!OC, Explicit, currently 204k words; basically an AU replacing one of the vampire spawn in Astarion's backstory with a Tav! Please check the warnings and tags.)

AKA the lovey dovey gushy nonsense of a TyStar playlist that would have Astarion himself aggressively rolling his eyes at me (though I argue he'd private-save to listen to while he watches Tyrus trance 😌).

Thanks to those who have suggested so many great songs!! I hope everyone enjoys 🩵

[destielomegaversebigbang]

The Right Kind of Company

Posting September 20, 2024

Fic by Tossukka

Art by sidewinder

Rating: Explicit

Summary: As long as Castiel remains unmated, he cannot get the promotion he has worked so hard for at his family’s business. Castiel tells about his problem to Dean who works at his favorite bar and ends up asking Dean to play his date for a family event. Despite Castiel being attracted to him, Castiel knows his family would hate the independent and outspoken omega and would rather give him the promotion than see him mated with Dean

It's a perfect plan until it’s not.

Tags: Alternate Universe – Modern Setting, Alternate Universe – Not Supernatural, Fake dating, Friends to lovers, Didn’t know they were dating, there was only one bed, mating cycles/in heat, Alpha Cas, Omega Dean, Bartender Dean, Mechanic Dean, Office worker Cas, Family drama, POV alternates between Dean and Cas, Mutual pining, No Archive Warnings Apply, noncon touching (not between Dean/Cas), suspected drugging attempt, sexism, sexist language, alcohol use

Excerpt below the cut

“I have been expecting to get a promotion at my work soon. It’s a family business and I’m part of the family, but I have also been working hard towards it. The 80-hour work weeks have caused me to lack sufficient time for dating or finding a mate for myself.”

“Been there, done that,” Dean said.

“Yes, well, today I was called into a meeting, and I expected to find out whether my promotion would proceed, but instead my eldest brother informed me that they will not be promoting unmated candidates.”

Dean let out a low whistle.

“That sucks, Cas. They were leading you on,” Dean said. “Fuck all of them. Doesn’t sound like it’s the right kind of company for you.”

Shrugging, Castiel took a sip of his drink.

“Maybe not, but it’s family.”

Who was Dean to argue with that? He had done more absurd things for his family than just staying at a shitty job.

“I may have implied that I am in a relationship that could later lead to mating,” Cas continued, and Dean raised his eyebrows in surprise. “To be clear, I am not in such a relationship and haven’t been on a date for over a year. Now they want to meet my partner in June, and I think I will have to go look for a new job too.”

“Or,” Dean pondered before he could stop his stupid mouth from talking nonsense. “You could take an omega willing to pretend to be your partner with you as your date, act all lovey-dovey while you’re there, and after you get your promotion tell them you broke up. Actually, even better if you can take an omega you know they will absolutely hate and make them offer you the promotion in exchange for not making that omega part of the family.”

Cas placed the bottle back on the counter.

“There’s an idea,” Cas said.

[minhosimthings]

Hold me Without Hurting me

Chapter 14: Hibiscus and Holding on

A/N: In which an old friend fills your life with flowers again, along a bumpy sided road.

Pairings: Ceo!Jay × Ceo!fem!reader, includes rest of Enhypen and certain other groups

Warnings: angst-fluff, hurt/comfort, friends to enemies to fake dating to enemies to lovers, Mentions of food and alcohol, swearing, nothing much but it's a bumpy story.

Story prompt: If I had a flower for every time I fell in love with you, I would walk in my garden forever. (This story is based on the language of flowers.)

A/N: Oh my god what! Mona posting two chapters in one day? It's a Christmas miracle. But real guys this is the second last chapter before the big ending and ITS GONNA BE LIT. im gonna go slow with the last chapter, make it as poetic as possible, so that these two idiots finally get a happy (sappy) ending. Also tagging @yunabi436 I hope this keeps her fed for a few days until the last chapter!

SERIES MASTERLIST

Jungwon was never one for relationships and love and all that jazz. Although his mother constantly pestered him to get a wife and give her some grandkids, he never took interest in it. After all, he was young, younger than his boss, whom he had never seen with another man wraped around her arm.

But Park Jay was different.

Although Jungwon didn't know his boss that well, he knew that she was a no nonsense woman who liked to get her job done on time. So when he saw her excitedly narrating her tales of her Jay and her played in the mud and planted flowers, he knew that this was something special, along with Jay's own assistant Kayla of course.

"Promise you'll call?" Kayla said, giving a small peck to Jungwon's cheek. Jungwon smiled down at her frame, and caressed her cheek. "I'll try to get a transfer here, alright?"

"Why is Miss Yang leaving so soon anyway?" Kayla questioned, still holding onto her lover, "I thought Mr Park were the full lovey dovey couple." Jungwon chuckled at his girlfriend's words and shrugged his shoulders. "Don't know much about that." He stated, hearing you call for him, "I love you babe, I'll call you when I get back." With a tight squeeze of her hands and a kiss to her lips, Jungwon scampered away, suitcase in hand, and a sad frown on his face.

"Congratulations Mr Park." A dreary faced man, with an awful moustache have a key to Jay, "You have earned this." Jay's hands trembled as he took the key and opened a mighty metal safe. Everything felt cold, his mother's stare, the lawyer's smirk, the metal of the key and the ringing noise in his ears. The wilted hibiscus in the corner begging for water, reminded him of your cold stare, as he shook hands with all the Ceo's, thanking them for coming to the meetings. Your hands didn't have that touch anymore, that cotton touch reminding him of why he still pestered on with life. And now, you were gone.

"Leave us." Jay commanded to the lawyer, who scampered away like a rat, leaving Jay and his mother alone.

"Why?" Jay slammed his hand on the table, making the old woman clutch her pearls tighter, "Tell me why the fuck you had to drive her away."

"She was ruining you." The woman spoke, her tone high and commanding, "Jay, this is your entire future, you can't risk it all for a girl you fell in love with fifteen years ago."

"I loved her!" Jay shouted, his voice echoing throughout the room, "And you just had to make history repeat, didn't you? Driving me away from her again and again, so that this stupid buisness can thrive." The woman clutched her pearls tighter, furrowing her eyebrows.

"Son, look on the bright side." She sighed, "You can expand the buisness now with these papers!" She looked at all the documents strewn on the table, "You can build an empire, Jay."

Jay had never felt angrier before, as he looked at his mother, greedily eyeing the papers. He would have drunk a snake's venom right now, if it meant having your hand twist in his, if it meant having to see you again, daintily flowing in a mud caked sundress, if it meant telling you, about all the times he had experienced death, thinking about you.

"You know what, mum?" He scoffed, putting the key in his hand down, "You're fired, from now on, you are excused from your position as my Chief of Management. You may leave now."

The old woman let out a pained cry, her face forming something akin to shock. "Jay, sweetheart-" "Leave mother." Jay glared daggers at the woman, "No more excuses from you. My lawyer shall be contacting you in a few days about your position from now on. You're excused."

As the woman got up slowly from her seat, pearls on the verge of breaking from how tightly she was holding them. Her face was a disgusting painting of horror and pain.

"I'll tell you this Jay." She said, before leaving, "Don't come scampering back when that girl ruins your chances of capital."

"Oh I'll take that chance." Jay spat his words with sweet venom laced in between.

He had one last chance.

And he wasn't going to waste it.

"Ma'am?" Jungwon wrapped his head around your door, frowning at the sight which beheld him. Your head was held in your hands, as you stared at all the papers in front of you.

"Yes Jungwon?" You cleared your throat, quickly sitting up straight and wiping the tears from your eyes, "Are those the reports for today?"

Jungwon nodded and sat down on the chair opposite you, an action quite unusual, as he usually just deposited the files and ran away. "Ma'am you need to stop working so hard." Jungwon's lips formed into an adorable pout, "You haven't even eaten a morsel in so many days."

You tried your hardest to smile up at Jungwon, and ran a hand through your hair. "I'm alright Jungwon, just hand me those reports."

"No you're not." Jungwon stated simply, as if to take control of the conversation.

"Ma'am no matter how much you try to distract yourself from Mr Park, it's not going to work, and especially not if you keep drowing yourself in work like this." You were taken aback at his words. What happened to the shy, nervous assistant you had been hanging out with for so long?

"I know I'm not supposed to butt into your personal life, but it is really taking a toll on your health too." Jungwon sighed, "So please, for God's sake, would you go home and rest for once?"

Jungwon's ears had turned hibiscus red by the time he finished with his impromptu speech. The confident mask he had once worn seemed to have deteriorated now, that he was fiddling his fingers and nervously biting his lips.

"I forgot how convincing you can be." You chuckled, easing his nerves a bit, "If I go home and rest for a few days, can I trust you to manage the office, Jungwon?" Jungwon's face lit up and he nodded frantically.

"I will literally do anything for you to go home and rest." He giggled, as you quickly packed up your things with his help.

"Thank you Jungwon." You sighed, as he dropped you off at the entrance of the building, "I don't know what I'd do without you."

The warm touch of the water hit your skin like a blanket enveloping you on Christmas night. When all were asleep, and you just couldn't bring yourself to drowse off, until a boy wrapped you all comfy in his arms, and cradled you to sleep, humming a song into your ear.

You had forgotten how cold the evening was, as you wrapped yourself tightly in your bathrobe, glass of wine all prepared and your cat Perry, lazily dropped on your bed, hid whiskers untamed.

Seven pm, the clock read. Still enough time to make dinner, you thought and relax to watch a sad Disney movie. Maybe you'd watch Up or The Good Dinosaur, you didn't really have a choice.

Outside your window, the winds of Zephyrus, Notus, Boreas and Eurus ran through time like an expatriate, leaving your lips cold and dry, without the touch of someone else's on them. Someone very specific.

The sudden sound of your cat leaping off of the bed, broke you out of your deep thought.

"Why do you sit on my phone, if you know it scares you, you stupid cat?" You rolled your eyes at your cat, who by now, had rested himself on the bedside table, and picked up your phone, which showed Jungwon's caller id.

"Won hey. Is everything alright?" You said, picking up the phone. "Yes ma'am.... And also no ma'am." Jungwon's voice rang in your ear. "What do you mean?"

"Mr Park has just landed in Seoul."

[offlineblues]

(this is heavily opinionated about aiyu and yuai)

hmm so... this is mostly coming from nonsense disagreement in my head, but i feel like i want to throw it here because i was thinking about it

i got kind of perplexed recently when i saw someone's opinion in the tags i follow that was something like

"Ysk is aroace coded so i don't understand why people would draw him in an intimate relationship" (worded a bit blamefully)

personally... i also think Ysk is asexual, so i understand where people are coming from with that kind of opinion. but, i didn't understand shaming those who do see it as a possibility...

it's hard to say or pinpoint the exact moment in time when he may feel vulnerable or open enough for that kind of thing... but, likely it's very much a post-canon deal. though, considering he's never experienced a romantic relationship, i can't imagine he'd automatically be averse to that kind of relationship or experience (in the way that he would never want to experience it with a romantic partner) just because of trauma reasons... trauma can be recovered from with someone you love, little by little

i don't know. coupling is partly a delusion (even with as much semi-canon evidence something like aiyu or yuai has) and i'm definitely someone who wants him to have a growing relationship over time with Aichan, so it just felt strange to see it said in such a way that it's never a possibility for him or that it's wrong to portray it that way at all

like... for me, i think as far as within the show's canon timeframe, i can agree it's out of the question. they're emotionally and psychologically not prepared for a relationship (let alone an intimate one at the time of the events)

the show takes course over time for about a year, so Ysk will turn 17 and be closer to making adult decisions for himself and forming the kind of bright future he wants to grasp alongside his partner...

for Ysk, i think it would take a lot of time to overcome the fears of losing what matters most to him, a lot of introspection to realize that those feelings are romantic ones to begin with because he's never had the opportunity to lead a normal life until after everything is settled, and then to have the realization that he wants to pursue it mutually with that partner

everything has to align rather carefully, huh...

i do try to be careful with it because i understand that the purehearted aiyu and yuai fans could be offended by sexual depictions of them (various reasons) so i keep it separated from this kind of space and don't talk about my opinions much besides vaguely because the last thing i want is my words to be twisted or misinterpreted, lol

as far as aiyu or yuai, i think Ysk wants to return Aichan's love that was shown to him, and Aichan wants to be with Ysk forever, so it's really mutual and sweet and angsty considering it all. though, even if it's healthily mutual, it would take time to get to the point of kissing or anything further (which they can and should do because it would be healing for them to experience that kind of love together as romantic partners)

...and isn't that fine? isn't it fine to envision this couple eventually healing to the point that they have mutually desired intimacy and love? after time passes?

anyway, that's just (part of) my opinion regarding that... and if you would be possibly offended that i drew them and want them to be lovey-dovey and intimate, maybe you should head out of here, haha

[ask-blusterland]

Ride the Tracks to Blusterland

“So, you’ve found your way to Blusterland. Well here's how things work around here.”

“First of all I’m Zig, Blusterland’s Ambassador. I’ll be handling this blog in his badness’ stead”

“Bluster is naturally a very busy leader. So the job of distributing asks has been left to me. Psh It was my Idea anyway so I don’t see a problem with that.”

“That said, Blusterland is a fairly large Society. And not everyone is at the beck and call of his badness. Why not stick around?, get to see the inner workings of the mountain pass. Those bears don’t know jack about what our turf is actually like. Don’t let their technicolor lovey dovey nonsense fool you.” 

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[anachronismstellar]

WIP Wednesday - 28/08

Omg hi hello uh 🧍‍♀️ as we can see it's been a while? In my defense- yea no I have no defense besides falling into another fandom head first fjsbakdnakd OTZ

But here it is all the lines for Waltz for the Dead!!

I'll do my best to get back on WIP Wednesdays as soon as I'm a bit more free ❤️

Tagging everyone who requested:

@somefishycat @aparticularbandit @wizisbored @asha10100101010 @enigma-the-mysterious @sourb0i @violet-prism-creatively @kalira @kallisto-k @post-and-out @adhdavinci @lizhly

Sentences under the cut!

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“So let me get this right,” Jin Ling pressed his pinched fingers on his nose, sending a prayer to any Gods that might be hearing that this would be just Lan Jingyi's overactive imagination. “Of all my uncles, as you're so fond of pointing out, you saw the ghost of the one we know for sure that wouldn't be able to be here because he's very much walking around and shamelessly married to Hanguang-Jun. Is that right?”

“You know very well that Wei-quianbei is not actually Mo Xuanyu,” Lan Jingyi grumbled over his cup of tea, not meeting Jin Ling's eyes.

“No, I know that, because he died to get his revenge.” Jin Ling had to take off his hair pin, undoing his updo. He could feel his headache coming. “Remember that? Because I remember very clearly telling you, Lan Sizhui and Ouyang Zizhen about that.”

“Of course I remember that!” Lan Jingyi said with his tea cup clanking loudly against the table. “But something is happening, Jin Ling! Why would Nie-zongzhu go meet me at the gates after him sending a letter to me to help him with Qinghe's resentful energy?”

“He did what?!”

He didn't intend to scream, and he had been better at his bursts of reaction, as his jiujiu would call it. But knowing his uncle, he would react the same way if he knew about Nie-zongzhu going after Lan Jingyi's help. Not because of Jingyi, but for the fact of Nie Huaisang requesting for help at all.

Jin Ling wouldn't touch that with the longest sword in the world, but the Guanyin Temple night affected them all in different ways. How could it not? Jin Ling had gone through the most awkward family secrets reveal one could go under, all while being held hostage by his own uncle. Zewu-jun had to witness his closest friend and sworn brother go through all the stages of madness before killing him in what to this day no one knew if it were a genuine reaction or another of Nie-zongzhu’s lies. His uncle had the least exposure to the entire nonsense, but he still had to deal with the fact that Wei Wuxian was back and obnoxious as ever, on top of being all lovey dovey around Hanguang-Jun.

And then, there was Nie-zongzhu.

Jin Ling didn't remember much of that night, he had other pressing things to be worried about. But he remembered how collected and poised Nie-zongzhu had walked away from the temple, as if he had just gone out from a walk instead of witnessing his revenge unfold beyond the eyes of some of the most important political figures of the Cultivation World.

And Jin Ling hadn't been fully present for the whole Chief Cultivator transition, his uncle shielding him from most of the hysterics that followed that night. But he knew enough, and heard enough, to know that the entire five Sects were expected to crumble under the scandal and Nie Huaisang's weak pulse.

However, the complete opposite had happened. Nie-zongzhu stepped in and with a sweep of his fan was able to put measures to hold back the fire and the power vacuum Jin Guangyao had left behind. And such efficiency had one and one explanation only:

“How long had he been planning for this?” he heard his uncle whispering deep in the night, while piles and piles of documents covered his desk, a bottle of wine next to him long emptied.

The answer never came, be it in the form of letters or be it from Jiang Cheng demands to speak with Nie Huaisang in person.

If Jin Ling had any resentments against Nie Huaisang, it would be for the following years of silence between him and Jiang Cheng, as Jin Ling was forced to see his Uncle grasping straws to comprehend where it all began. How much of Nie Huaisang's friendship had been real? How much of it had been him using the Jiang clan for his own gain?

And the saddest thing? The moment his heart broke for his uncle into a million pieces?

When he caught Jiang Cheng sitting in front of Jiang Yanli mourning tablet, asking again and again-

“I could have helped. Why didn't he ask for help?” as if his sister would show up with a hug and soft hands to clear his tears away.

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Thank you everyone for the requests!

[ao3feed-itafushi]

"Why Are They Like This?Wait Am I Like This Too?"

by AkirasStories Nobara gets Megumi and Yuji together, but now she’s stuck watching their lovey-dovey nonsense. Worse, she’s crushing on Maki. Love’s a battlefield—and Nobara's about to get hit. Words: 5935, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F, M/M Characters: Fushiguro Megumi, Itadori Yuuji, Kugisaki Nobara, Gojo Satoru, Zenin Maki, Panda (Jujutsu Kaisen), Inumaki Toge Relationships: Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji, Kugisaki Nobara/Zenin Maki, Fushiguro Megumi & Itadori Yuuji & Kugisaki Nobara, Gojo Satoru & Itadori Yuuji, Fushiguro Megumi & Gojo Satoru, Gojo Satoru & Kugisaki Nobara Additional Tags: Kugisaki Nobara-centric, POV Kugisaki Nobara, Kugisaki Nobara is So Done, Kugisaki Nobara is a Little Shit, Badass Kugisaki Nobara, Fushiguro Megumi & Itadori Yuuji & Kugisaki Nobara Friendship, Kugisaki Nobara is Bad at Feelings, Fushiguro Megumi Loves Itadori Yuuji, Itadori Yuuji Loves Fushiguro Megumi, Gojo Satoru is a Little Shit, Gojo Satoru Being an Idiot, Badass Zenin Maki, Fluff and Humor, Getting Together from AO3 works tagged 'Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji' https://ift.tt/8JlQO1U

[axolotlsupremacyowo]

First Ten Lines

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway!

I was tagged by @udaberriwrites for this, and I decided to try it out! I shall be tagging @mikaharuka, @danceswithdarkspawn, @zkang288, @tsunderewatermelon, @hylianjo, @bleepbloopbotz, @mrsmungus, @kayedium-writes, @alpaca-clouds and @0nelittlebirdtoldme!

Now, let's get on shall we! I'll go from most recent to least.

A Chaotic Reunion (Fandom: Star Wars Rebels)

Lothal was a beautiful planet. During the time when Kanan still had his eyesight, he didn’t get the chance to admire the planet for very long, they were always too busy with their rebel scum shenanigans. When he did get the chance to admire Lothal, it wasn’t for very long, though Kanan still did appreciate the simple beauty of this planet. Even without his sight, Kanan still could enjoy the peacefulness of the planet they had decided to settle in. He could feel the soft, cool breeze on his skin, hear the rustling of the surrounding grassy plains as they swayed back and forth along with the wind. As Kanan sat on the porch of their house, he could even hear the sounds of a few critters scurrying about amidst the tall blades of grass.

The Reasons That I Love You (Fandom: Ace Attorney)

When Maya had first heard Franziska's real laugh, she fell in love even harder. She was watching a comedy movie with Franziska, something that Franziska had protested to at first, but eventually gave in. Despite her prior protests, Franziska seemed to be enjoying herself. And then it happened. Franziska laughed.

Orange Dyed Hair (Fandom: Stardew Valley)

Sebastian had been staring at Dickon’s hair for what felt like forever. Now he was to admit that he always liked how Dickon’s hair looked, despite the fact that he usually preferred dark cool colors over bright warm ones. Really, Dickon’s fluffy orange hair suited him, and his extroverted and kind of odd personality. Though sometimes, Sebastian wondered what Dickon would look like with other hair colors, especially dark colors. Sebastian didn’t have to imagine the last one.

The Things I Notice (Fandom: Ace Attorney)

The first thing Klavier noticed was the adorable habit Apollo had whenever he was thinking. Whenever Apollo was deep in thought, he would press his index finger to the bridge of his nose. It was a habit that Apollo did even when they weren’t in the courtroom, like whenever Klavier would give Apollo a nonsensical riddle. It was a small thing really, something that he should have not noticed, but he did. Klavier watched as Apollo did that same habit in the courtroom.

A Bold Gesture (Fandom: Ace Attorney)

Phoenix had no problems with PDA. While he wasn’t as lovey-dovey in public as Maya was with Franziska, Phoenix still loved to show the entire world how much he loved Edgeworth. Edgeworth appreciated it, he really did, but he still wasn’t used to being so openly affectionate with someone, especially Phoenix Wright.

Yours Truly, Franziska von Karma (Chapter 1, Fandom: Ace Attorney)

To my sweetest daughter Franziska, I know that the past few months have been difficult for you, Franziska. I’m sure that your father and I’s divorce has not come as a surprise, you’ve always been a smart girl, that still does not make it any less difficult for you. I’m sorry you ever had to see us fight, I’m sorry we ever dragged you into our arguments, it was immature of us and no child should ever go through that. I hope you find it in your heart to forgive me, as I struggle to forgive myself for ever making you go through so much.

Ace Attorney: Maya Fey (Chapter 1, Fandom: Ace Attorney)

The blow had been enough to kill the woman, and she collapsed on the ground with a thud. A dark red puddle formed at the woman’s head, staining the floor of her cheap dingy apartment. The mechanical voice of the clock he was holding rang in his mind over and over again, becoming an unbearable constant ringing that hurt his ears. The man dropped the clock, and it let out a deafening thud as it hit the ground. There was no way the neighbors wouldn’t have been able to hear that. The once lively eyes of the woman now stared at him, dead and lifeless. It was proof that he was a murderer.

What Evil Looks Like (Fandom: Ace Attorney)

Franziska winced as she heard the sounds of her father and Edgeworth arguing. They argued often, so often that she should have been used to it at this point. But she wasn’t, she wasn’t used to it. Franziska wondered why Edgeworth didn’t just surrender to her father like she had, why he continued to fight against him in what was undeniably a losing battle. She heard the sounds of angry stomping, and then Edgeworth’s door slamming shut. Franziska tried to ignore any desire to go to Edgeworth, she knew better than to involve herself, knew better than to go against her father’s wishes. Sometimes, Franziska wondered what evil looked like.

The Garden at von Karma Estate (Chapter 1, Fandom: Ace Attorney)

Miles Edgeworth was a brilliant child, it was something he inherited from his father. He had a sharp mind, an insatiable curiosity of the world around him, and an absolute love for reading books. His father was Gregory Edgeworth, a rather popular defense attorney in the area. His mother he knew little to nothing about, all he knew was that she had supposedly died during childbirth. Gregory was proud of his son, and he would often show off to his peers just how brilliant Miles was. He would boast about the fact that Miles was reading books far above the reading comprehension of an average 10 year old. It was embarrassing for Miles, but it had always made his father happy.

Ain't No Sunshine When They're Gone (Fandom: Ace Attorney)

“Hey, Franziska?” Franziska was lying down on the bed next to Maya. She looked up from her book. “Yes, Maya Fey?” “Um…I need to tell you something.”

[iwakasascurse]

semi-selective FUJIWARA NO MOKOU RP blog from TOUHOU PROJECT run by gio // follows as infernalpursuit

18+ & dash only ; non-mutuals, crossovers & OCs friendly

rules under read more tags ;; rebloggable promo ;; interest checker

this is a sideblog! I’ll follow back as infernalpursuit.

this blog is 18+ only, and any minor mun who try to follow will be blocked

i don’t roleplay with anons, personals and OCs without an “about” page! You guys are free to send asks, but I won’t play with any of you.

i will also hardblock immediately anyone who knowingly reblogs or uses A.I. “art" 

obligatory mun=/= muse rule

any uncredited icon that isn't from canon material was drawn by me • fan animation icons from: Memory of Phantasm, • fangame icons from: Fantastic Danmaku Festival part III • fancomic icons from: Hourai fixed-point observation

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first things first: I ship with chemistry first and foremost, and I lean on preferring slow burns unless properly discussed.

Mokou is demiromantic, sapphic and polisexual. She may engage in more than a sexual relationship at the same time and expects her partners to be understanding, but she's willing to discuss boundaries; this said, she'll take a lot to admit her true, romantic feelings to someone

my ship bias lean on Keine for romantic shipping

I enjoy the idea of playing a more toxic ship involving Kaguya, but only with heavy plotting beforehand. I don't ship them romantically or as lovey-dovey girlfriend, and I'll always tag anything toxic between them accordingly

i'm open for NSFW, but don't expect to jump into my inbox and immediately play smut. I'll likely RP anything sexual only with people I know well, and/or after plotting

i'm open for one-sided crushes, but again I ask please to inform me about it and to plot it out first

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any kind of question is accepted, but if you start to annoy me with dumb nonsensical stuff or anything that doesn’t respect the rules will be deleted and blocked if you continue.

blog may end up being trigger-heavy, especially regarding death, suicide, violence and toxic relationships. Everything will be tagged properly, but don’t hesitate to ask me to add some more trigger warnings if necessary; in return, I ask mutuals to please tag IRL suicide/suicidal thoughts, FNaF and spiders. I tag any triggers as #[trigger] tw! 

I’m always in for any kind of violent threads. I love rping something involving fights - but know that any hint of godmodding will result in me dropping the thread instantly. chances are I'll roll dices for fighting threads

mokou is immortal, so she can survive otherwise mortal wounds. go all out if you want, but expect the same violence in return.

don’t spam likes, especially if you’re a personal blog

if you want to rp just drop a starter or contact me for a plot. Remember that I'm selective and I have the rights to say no.

DO NOT reblog RPs, asks, headcanons or IC posts you’re not directly involved, unless we agreed for you to be part of it. i will hardblock you right away

I heavily encourage reblog karma. I’m obviously calmer when it comes to sentence starters, but if i reblog a headcanon prompt and i get nothing just to see it reblogged immediately i might end up unfollowing.

reblog stuff from source, no matter if they’re prompts, memes, musing or other people’s art. unless source isn’t available, I will promptly block any non-mutuals who reblog from me and eventually mutuals who keep doing it.

i have a ton of blogs, and therefore a ton of threads, and i mostly reply and post immediately to threads that inspire me the most while putting most others in queue, generally posting either one or two a day. whatever thread i reply to first isn't a sign of me not wanting to interact with you, just. have patience fnmdasg

this said, i might occasionally drop threads from time to time, but i'll always let people know; i occasionally also lose notifications both for threads and IMs since tumblr hates me in particular, so in case hit me up

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at last, a special rule for my more "confrontational" muses: i will hold them back from making comments or actions that make you, the mun, personally uncomfortable, but chances are that i'll let them go as far as they're allowed to during threads. if they have a problem with your muse, they will voice them; if they're violent, they'll be violent. i fully expect consequences for their words and actions if they take things too far, and i expect the same in return, but i won't make them more gentle unless it's something that troubles whoever i'm interacting with. i value your safety out of character, and diverse and at times antagonistic relationships and discussions in character. we can sit down and plot out anything that has the chance to make things sour and upsetting for the muses to make sure we don't cross boundaries, of course.

gio, 20+ y/o, italian, female

main blog is slightly-gay-pogohammer

[kmp78]

Maybe JL just gave MissThirsty an ultimatum. Stop with the social media trolling and lovey-dovey 💘💕 nonsense or 👋🚪. The comments under the JustJared post on IG for their NYC stroll were brutal. They even limited commenting. That backlash and negativity were certainly not to JL's liking. And we haven't heard a beep from TTT after that. Afterward, her vacation 📸 dump has not even a cropped off hint of JL in it. Only people in the know recognize his cap and the visible yacht name. Compared to her previous posts, that's coy. He put his foot down one final time and muzzled her trolling 🤐.

Well she still didn't seem to get an invite to join the boyfie but had to make do with the rag-tag "model" crew. 🤷🏼‍♀️

That one in the middle seems to be a big CS fan, if ya catch my drift. 🤦🏼‍♀️😂

[reikunrei]

fuck it. cringe and embarrassment is dead. i’m letting the ooey gooey lovey dovey take over. i’m sorry if this is uncomfortable but it’s really truly trying to claw its way out of me. here’s a quick i love you to my stranger things mutuals:

i love you user @antisociallilbrat for letting me cry about IT to you every day and ramble about nonsense. i love you for being a really awesome new friend that i met through stupid bullshit when i accidentally got angry anons sent to you because you agreed with one of my posts. i love you for being strong and trying so hard in your daily life and putting your all into your writing (i’m so looking forward to your big bang piece). i love you for being someone i can just drop in on and say hello to and can share stories about our days. keep being wonderful.

i love you user @aemiron-main for being so kind and funny and smart and for making me laugh every day with your posts. i love you for the way your lovely brain works, all the things you notice about st, and how wonderfully you weave everything together to make it all make sense. i love you for your wonderful art that i admire so deeply. i love you for your kindness and warmth. keep being incredible.

i love you user @henrysglock for being funny and quit-witted and generous with your love and appreciation. i love you for all the work, time, and effort you put into your analysis and the wonderful ways you share your thoughts with the rest of us. i love you for your creative writing that i admire so much and never cease to be blown away by. i love you for being sweet and understanding. i know i already sent a version of this to you in dms but have this second draft. keep being cool.

i love you user @pinkeoni wow it still let me tag it but also user @robinkeoni for your awesome football-field-length analysis posts that i always end up 100% agreeing with no matter what because you’re Just That Right. i love you for being so kind and warm and welcoming to others, your presence is so sweet and comfortable and you enter discussions and answer questions with a lot of grace and poise that i admire. i love you for always speaking your mind and sharing your ideas and thoughts with us. keep being lovely.

i love you user @emblazons​ for making absolutely lovely gif edits that are total eye-candy to look at and i���m always excited to see on my dash. i love you for also having an anime icon, something that i first took note of when i began searching for st blogs to follow and went “ah. same hat.” i love you for your analysis posts that always make me see something in a new light. i love you for being a breath of fresh air and being a wonderful presence to see and interact with every day. keep being sweet.

i love you user @heroesbyler for being smart and funny and taking no bullshit from anyone. i love your analysis posts, yes even the unhinged ones because come on, those are the best kinds of analysis and discussion posts. i love you for always thinking outside the box and bringing in such wonderful and interesting discussion points and things to parallel. i love you for your good humor and fun. keep being awesome.

i love you user @foodiewithdahoodie​ for always being a ray of sunshine with your happy cutesy posts (yes this includes cannibal au. what? it’s adorable!) that always make me smile. i love you for your writing and the work that goes into your fics and aus. i love you for being so generous with your love, always making sure people know they’re appreciated. keep being amazing.

i love you user @googoogagaeyes​ for having such a solid head on your shoulders and really admiring the show for what it is. i love you for being astute and objective even when subjective opinions threaten to take over. i love you for being so kind to people who ask you questions or want to discuss something with you. keep being spectacular.

reminder that i love you all very much

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i think we should just all accept at this point märchen is my husband and i love him mostest and im kissing on him forever and there is nothing you can do about it even if you wanted to. and he’s cute and i love him also.