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[itsangelll]

hiii I was wondering if I could get some headcanons of how the twins would be in bed 🙏

tyyyy

A/n:OOO OKAY I LIKE THIS also UH THANK YOU MY CUTIES FOR GETTING MY LAST FIC AT 200 NOTES I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH AND IM ALMOST AT 400 FOLLOWERS YOU ALL ARE SO SO CUTE AND KIND MWAH MWAH.

summary: what the request is

warnings:uh mentions of sex just basically don’t read if you’re not comfortable just scroll.

don’t steal or copy my works

Under 15 Dni

Gender Neutral reader!!

TOM KAULITZ

-now we all know how this mf has done it with many women ain’t they all lucky.

-this man I swear he could go on for hours yeah you could be tired but him? oh no he will go on and on 5 hours he’d be tired.

-this man would fuck you so dumb like genuinely

-he’d make your eyes roll back

-definitely have hickeys all over your body, or bruises from his hands cause he just loves to grip your hips

-would he fuck out his frustration with you? Oh yeah is he gonna be gentle no.

-this man loves your nipples while he’s fucking you he’d suck them till their all sore <3

-bet this guy has a damn choking kink if he’s mad like if you were the one that pissed him off man would QUITE literally be almost strangling you not meaning too he’s just that pissed off while he’d be saying: “You’re really fucking quiet now? can’t even say a word without being a blabbering mess. Guess I’ll just have to fuck you even harder, Till my name is the only thing you can remember in that pretty head of yours.”

-he loves rough sex but sometimes he’d love just lazy sex if you too don’t wanna go too hard at it.

-expect a lot degrading and praising who knows what’s gonna come out of his mouth

-he’d be so good with aftercare after he knows how to do it well.

-make out sessions with him are the absolute best

-can’t lie if your riding him I bet I swear to god he will whine and whimper don’t even joke with me he is a top but he completely melts when you’re riding him

BILL KAULITZ

-now now bill ugh god he’d be so sweet with you during sex kissing your neck face anywhere he can reach.

-he’d be telling you how good you feel just praising the absolute shit out of you you’d end up blushing cause of how sweet he is.

-Now this man is a kinky person lord he’d let you be top.

-gentle sex with him is the best just taking it soft and slow

-would bill be into pegging? Yes. Would he let you peg him yes.

-I bet he’d like to be handcuffed to the bed you know while you’re just teasing him till theirs some tears in his eyes poor thing.

-you’d both fuck each other dumb at this point you’d both be breathless.

-He could go on for hours just like Tom could till you couldn’t take it anymore

-AWWWH NOW DURING SEX HE’D HOLD HANDS WITH YOU ITS THE SWEETEST SHIT EVER LIKE UGH.

-sometimes you guys just want to have lazy sex since bill is always on tour.

-hmm I feel like he’d be the type to maybe like just call if he’s really desperate to hear your voice while he’s horny.

-he’s amazing with aftercare asking if you’re okay if he went too hard kissing you cuddling you and vice versa.

-I feel like he wouldn’t mind leaving hickeys on your neck either

-leave scratch marks on his back oh he’d like that.

A/n:okay well I’ve got no idea for a fic so send requests in guys!! I love you all mwah mwah

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[gatorbites-imagines]

Going off anon bc i wanna get notifs to be less paranoid idk DAMNIT I KNEW IT GOT EATEN IT ALWAYS HAPPENS ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡ tumblr hates me ,,

Sooo my request was um . sfw headcanons for Angstrom x soft tboy reader (soft in both ,, physical and mental sense <33) . Preferably post-canon if you've read the comics, like after he actually starts getting his shit back together when he moves back to the og universe? Maybe having reader to help him through it, getting used to living a normal life again and helping him feel better about his body AND LIKE GENERALLY WITH HIS MENTAL HEALTH <//3 idk he just. Deserves a big tiddy boyfriend to lay on instead of getting kidnapped and tortured and killed -_-

Feel free to take your time with this ask!! Ik he's a very uhm. Unusual character to write for </3 btw ill send this twice just to make sure it goes through TwT

Angstrom levy x ftm reader 

Headcanons 

Love this man and his big ass fivehead. Im getting my T injection next week, and my body hurts at having to spend almost 200 dollars for my injection, being a boy is expensive,,, 

I've been tickling my Naruto interest again,,, I just like some of the funky guys in it, a bit too much,,, 

You guys have been partners for a long time. If Angstrom has his son this this verse, then its up to you if hes yours, or if you guys got together after Angstrom had his son. 

You two are kinda divorced at this point? Since he went pretty coocoo for cocoa puffs, and divorced you to act out his plans. A split mind like his doesn't really leave room for a partner and love. 

Some part of his mind did know that he didn't want you to be in danger though, so he pretty much just walks out on you with divorce papers drawn up and all that. 

You would obviously be crushed by this, but also know that Angstrom was hanging on by a single thread, and you would know him enough to see through his meaner words and erratic behavior. 

So yeah, it hurts a lot, but you also don't do anything with the papers, but its like, in the system and all that, ya know? 

I can see all of this making you spiral as well, being more vulnerable mentally and all that, but you try to stay positive. Keeping up with the news, and also for any signs of Angstrom. 

I believe it takes a while for him to come back, and to start coming back to himself. 

When Angstrom does gather himself again, he's so ashamed and crushed about his actions, and how he left you the way he did. He also doesn't want to go back, in fear of how you will react when you see him. 

Instead of being snatched up the way he is in the comics, Angstrom can't help himself and teleports to your shared home, just to see you, or so he tells himself. Angstrom's mind is still a mess, but seeing you makes his entire being warm up. 

I can see him hovering around for a while, just to “make sure you are safe” and all that, he cant get himself to leave, as Angstrom yearns to be with you again. 

You are still trying to live your life, even if you miss your husband so much, and there are times you swear you can feel his presence but when you look there is nothing, and it just makes you feel more down in the dumps. 

You sleep wearing his old clothes, or spray his deodorant on his pillow to cuddle it because you miss him so much. It feels pathetic, even to you, but you can't help it, and when Angstrom realizes this, he feels himself start melting. 

I don't think anything specific happens that is what makes him finally come home. One night Angstrom just can't take it anymore, and can't keep telling himself that he has to stay away. 

So, when you are asleep, Angstrom teleports into your room, and slides into the bed on his side. He is too scared to touch you for a good while, just lying there and looking at you. 

But at some point, he finds himself lulled in by your warmth and the love he has for you. 

Angstrom ends up spooning you, arms wrapped around you and face resting against your shoulder as he half sleeps. Hes still too cautious and wound up to really sleep, but this is the closest he's been in who knows how long. 

When you wake up you almost think you are dreaming when you smell and feel him. You immediately want to turn around and kiss him, tears gathering in your eyes and lip wobbling. 

But Angstrom is too scared of what you will think when you see him. He looks so different and feels so different, what if you wont love him or even like him anymore?  

But you two talk, and you let out little hiccups from happy tears at him being back. Angstrom starts to crack and melt when you pick up his hands and start kissing them, just happy to have him back.

 

When you finally convince him to let you turn around, Angstrom tenses and looks off at the wall. He knows what he looks like, and he knows what others think when they see him. 

But imagine his surprise when you just let out a watery little giggle and crawl into his arms, starting to pepper kisses all over his face. 

Angstrom is tense for a few moments before he just sighs loudly and slumps against you, his kisses clumsy in ways they werent before, but still as loving and hungry. 

You can only snicker and laugh when Angstrom rolls you guys over so he can cuddle against you, burying his face in your chest and letting you hold him, his hands grabbing onto your softer parts, as he sighs and melts against you. 

Angstrom doesn't like talking about it, what happened and what he had planned, but he does let you know of a few things, and he's excited to show you his powers. 

But most of the time is spent cuddling and kissing, and just being near each other after so long.  

Perhaps you died in most universes, killed by evil versions of Invincible, which is what fueled Angstrom as much as it did, but its also what makes him cling to you more now, than he did before. 

Your softness, both physically and mentally also helps keep him above water, and pull him back to the surface when he starts floating out too far. You help soften all his new sharp edges. 

It does result in you guys being under watch... pretty much all the time now. Well, Angstrom can warp away anyone and thing that does, when you guys want to be alone, so there's that. 

But yeah... somebody, and we all know who, will want to keep an eye on your husband from now on. 

[all444miles]

Hiii, I just saw that you were doing requests so I was wondering if you could do e-42 miles with black readers hair? Like helping her pick out different braiding and natural styles, maybe some wash day headcanons as well?

— TOUCH MY HAIR

— pairing: e-42 miles x fem!black!reader — genre: fluff — summary: just miles loving you and your hair ‹3 — a/n: tyyyy for this req, i am squealing rn + i alr had this idea in my prompt list but u gave me a reason to start it !! ‹3 my hcs always got miles saying sum outta pocket then the reader calls him out then he goes “my fault”, its a lil funny motif ima keep on adding 😭 also the n word is used a bit in this, js sayin!! enjoy ♡ ᖭི(ˊᗜˋ*)ᖫྀ

we all know n we've established this, miles is more than happy to pay for ur shit, esp if its your hair.

he wouldn't think twice before sending you the money for you to get your hair done. he wont listen or care if you say no, either.

"miles, bae, why u sendin me 200?" "what else? so you can get your hair done, mami." "baby, you know damn well that's too much." "buy yourself some other stuff too, if you wanna, but that money yours now, i ain't takin it back." "you.. you do too much." "mhm, make sure to show me a pic of when you get it done, you heard?"

he's always your hype man, for sure.

i got a feeling he a major fan of faux locs or boho/godess braids, so if you got that on? he'll fold.

"dayum ma, that shit looks good." "i cant even lie, Aaliyah did real good on this. she sure was tryna make me go broke though.." "worth every cent, cuz you look fine as hell with them faux locs." "miles." "im just saying, mami, your hair, like.. lord have mercy." "miles!" "my fault, i ain't lying though."

when your hair’s all natural, he loves to watching you style your hair for school, events, etc.

one time you let him style your hair, and you couldn’t even lie, it actually looked pretty good.

“these edges.. how do y'all do this shit every day?” “miles, baby, it ain’t that hard. look, lemme show you.”

you had to show him a quick tiktok tut on how to do edges, took him 2 videos before he got it 😭

“see that? like a c shape, and swoop it.” “..like this?” “yeah! you gotta do that like, 4 more times though.” “ay, dios mio. (oh my God). Mama, i ain’t doing allat.”

and wash day? his absolute favorite.

(short drabble ahead!)

Good Days by SZA played from Miles' speaker, blasting in the background, the gentle splashes of the warm water from the shower onto your curls.

You relaxed, your head leaning back further into the bathtub, your lover grabbing your scalp massager and rubbing it into your scalp carefully, shampoo mixed in, the rest of your products on the end corner of your bathtub.

"Ma, you know you really needed this wash. Your hair was tangled as shit, like a lion or sum.” he says, laughing halfway through his sentence. You scoff at him jokingly, "Miles, when you have hair as long and thick as mine, you can violate my hair."

Miles protested, adding the conditioner to your hair, setting your scalp massager aside. "Baby, my hair is basically almost as long as yours."

"Yeah, almost." you spoke, putting your fingers up to his face in pinching motion, the gems on your acrylics just an inch close to touching his nose, a grin on your face. He backed up, pushing your hands out of his face, continuing your wash routine. "Princesa, lemme finish washing yo hair without your hands all up in my face."

About 3 and a half hours later, your hair was washed and in overnight twists with your bonnet on. You laid with Miles in your bed, legs on top of each others, tired.

"Y'know, you actually good at dealin' wit my hair." you spoke, giving Miles a kiss on his forehead. “When you got a mama like mine, you pretty much have to.” Miles chuckled, shaking his head. “You should let me do it more often.” You smiled in response.

He buried his head into the crook of your neck, slowly dozing off by the way you'd play with the silk of his durag. "I love you Miles."

He mumbled words once again into your neck, half asleep, but you knew what he said.

"I love you more, mi vida."

© all444miles 2023. do not plagerize, copy, or repost my work in any way shape or form, without my permission.

likes, reblogs, comments and asks are always appreciated !

[anjels001]

Chapter 3: The Kind of Problem You Don’t Find in School (Part 1)

Author’s Note:

I posted this chapter a little earlier than planned, but the same deal from the last one still applies!

If this story reaches 20 reposts, I’ll create an AO3 specifically for it and start uploading there too.

And hey — if we hit 200 likes, I’ll drop the next chapter today!Huge thanks to all the new followers and the amazing messages — you’re all awesome!

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See you in the next chapter!

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Look, I didn’t want to be special.

If you're reading this because you think you might be... well, maybe it’s better to put the book down now. Trust me. Believe whatever your parents told you about your birth, keep living as if nothing is real — and, if you can, stay away from saltwater.

Being special is dangerous.

It’s confusing, terrifying... and a great way to end up alone, hurt, or worse.

If you’re a normal kid, reading this thinking it’s fiction, great. Enjoy it while you can. I envy you. But if, somewhere deep inside, you feel something... a weird vibration, an unexplained chill, a voice whispering your name in the middle of silence — stop. Right now.

Because it might be that you’re like me.

And, in that case... well, don’t say I didn’t warn you.

My name is Perseus Telis Jackson. But everyone calls me Percy — except my mom, who only uses my full name when she wants me to do the dishes or when I'm in trouble.

I’m twelve years old, with some pretty ugly scars on my face, and dreams that give me dark circles that would make a sleepless panda jealous.

The scars are three, all on the right side of my face, going from my temple to my chin. I’ve had them since I was three, and they’re the ones that caused the biggest mess in my life.

A lot of people thought the culprit was my ex-stepdad, Old Smelly Gabe, and he ended up getting arrested. Seriously, I don’t miss him. Like, at all.

My mom never told me what really happened that night. She just said she found me covered in salt and sand, sleeping on the ground as if nothing had happened, but with my eyes still full of fear. I don’t remember anything. All I know is, since then, sleep has never been peaceful.

Almost every night, I dream of things that don’t make sense. Gigantic waves, voices whispering in languages I don’t understand, creatures with eyes that glow like headlights in the dark depths of some place that feels... way too familiar.

If that sounds weird, maybe it is. But for me, it’s routine

It’s not like I had a “how to be a normal kid” manual anyway.

At school, they say I’m too mature for my age. The truth is, when you grow up with the kind of silence that only bad dreams leave, you end up learning to keep a lot to yourself.

And, well... if I knew where all of this would lead, maybe I would have done things differently.

Maybe I would have pretended nothing was real, that the scars didn’t matter, that the dreams were just dreams.

Because the truth is, all of this — the scars, the nightmares, even my name — is just the beginning.

You must be wondering why all this? The introduction? The warnings and all that?

Well, it all started a few months ago. I was a student at Yancy Academy — a fancy, half-prison-like boarding school up in northern New York. It’s the kind of private school where they send kids that adults aren’t quite sure how to handle. And yes, that includes people like me.

Am I a troublemaker? Yeah... I guess you could say that.

Not that I go around beating up classmates or setting fire to lockers — well, at least not on purpose. But problems seem to follow me. Or maybe I follow them. Anyway, the fact is: my file at Yancy’s office is almost as thick as a Latin dictionary. And I’ve only been there for a year.

I could start this story from several strange and confusing moments in my life, but the truth is, things really started going wrong in the last month of May. That’s when my sixth-grade class went on a field trip to Manhattan — twenty-eight hyperactive kids (and two or three sociopaths) crammed into a yellow school bus, along with two teachers who looked visibly regretful.

The destination? The Metropolitan Museum of Art. The objective? To observe “cultural relics” from ancient Greece and Rome.

Yeah, I know. It sounds like punishment. And, honestly? Most of the time, Yancy's field trips were just that: punishment disguised as an educational outing. But this time, I had a tiny bit of hope.

Because the one guiding the tour was Mr. Brunner — our teacher, and he was... different. He had thinning hair at the temples, a scruffy beard that always seemed on the verge of giving up, and wore a tweed jacket so old it must have witnessed more intense battles than most of us. And he always — always — smelled like coffee. That strong, bitter scent, like the man himself was made of old books and sleepless nights.

At first glance, you'd probably mistake him for some retired librarian or a historian who got lost on the way home. But there was something about him — the way he spoke, as if he measured every word carefully, and the sharp look behind his glasses — that made you feel like he knew more than he should.

He was our Latin teacher, but his lessons went far beyond declensions and dead verbs. He told stories, made bad jokes, and let us ask weird questions without losing his patience. Sometimes, it even seemed like he enjoyed it when someone brought up a topic off the syllabus, like "dragons in Greek mythology" or "how the gods would dress today."

And the coolest part? Mr. Brunner had an entire collection of Roman weapons and armor. Real stuff. Swords, shields, helmets... all hanging on the walls of the classroom or piled up on shelves with handwritten labels. Sometimes, he'd bring in a different item to show the class, and at those moments, the room would go silent, almost magically. It was the only class where no one — not even me — would fall asleep.

Of course, sometimes I’d catch him watching me when no one was looking, like he recognized something about me, but all of that would make sense later. But, that day, all I knew was that Mr. Brunner was the only adult in the school who didn’t look at me like I was a ticking time bomb ready to explode.

I was hoping everything would go smoothly on the trip. At least I hoped I wouldn't get into trouble this time.

Man, was I wrong.

Actually, I tried — really tried — to be a good student. I did my homework, studied for tests, and when I didn’t forget because of my ADHD, I even turned in my assignments on time. My teachers knew this, but... things always went wrong.

Like, have you ever heard of someone having bad luck? Now imagine someone with an invisible magnet stuck to their forehead, attracting embarrassing and unfair situations like it’s some kind of superpower.

That’s me.

If someone threw an eraser at the teacher, I was the one who got blamed. If the fire alarm went off for no reason? Somehow, it was my fault too. I don’t even want to remember the day a rat showed up in math class. (Spoiler: I was in fencing club at that time.)

Yeah, fencing club. I participated. I wasn’t the best or the most disciplined, but I was quick, and the instructor said I had reflexes as sharp as a cat’s. He just forgot to mention that, sometimes, my brain didn’t tell my feet in time. Still, it was the only extracurricular activity where I didn’t feel completely out of place.

Even so, no effort seemed good enough. There was always something that went wrong — as if the universe thought it was funny to put me in situations where everything went wrong in the most spectacular way possible.

And that was just this year at Yancy.

Understand this: bad things just happen to me on school trips. Always.

In fifth grade, for example, we took a trip to the Saratoga battlefield. There was a cannon from the American Revolution there, all surrounded and with a thousand “DO NOT TOUCH” signs. I swear on everything sacred: I didn’t touch it. But somehow, the cannon turned, fell, and almost hit our bus. The result? Expelled from school.

In fourth grade, we went to visit Marine World — you know, the behind-the-scenes tour of the shark tank. I don’t know how — seriously, I have no idea — but I triggered a lever that kids weren’t even supposed to be near and... well, the whole class got a salty shower while the sharks got a live screaming show.

Before that? Better not even get into the details. You get the pattern by now, right?

So, on this particular trip to Manhattan, I was determined to break the curse. No historical disasters, no mysterious buttons, zero messes. I was going to be good, stick to the plan, stay invisible. Easy.

Then came Nancy Bobofit.

She was that annoying student — red-haired, freckled, with a supernatural talent for getting on everyone’s nerves, including plants. And for some cosmic reason, she’d picked Grover as her favorite target.

Grover was an easy target. Skinny, awkward, shy. He cried when he got frustrated. He was the only sixth grader with acne and a patchy little beard coming in on his chin, which made everyone think he’d been held back like three times. He also had a doctor’s note excusing him from PE — something about a muscular condition in his legs. He walked kind of funny, like every step hurt. But don’t be fooled — you should’ve seen how fast he moved when it was enchilada day in the cafeteria.

Despite all that — or maybe because of it — Grover was brave. In a quiet, almost invisible way. Always trying to see the bright side, even when he was shaking in his sneakers. He was the kind of person you wouldn’t expect much from, but when everything went wrong, he’d be right there next to you. We’d been friends for just over a year, and ever since, it was like he just knew when I was feeling off. Like a connection from another life.

But at that moment, on the bus, Grover just hunched his shoulders and tried to pretend that the chunks of peanut butter and ketchup sandwich Nancy was throwing into his curly hair weren’t bothering him. But I saw his ears trembling. I saw that and thought: “Hold it, Percy. Don’t screw this up now.”

Because, of course, I couldn’t do anything. I was already being watched. The principal had threatened me with an in-school suspension — which, honestly, is worse than a regular suspension. It means you have to come to school but can’t go to class. You just sit in a room all day doing stupid assignments. If anything bad, embarrassing, or even mildly fun happened... I’d be toast.

And there was Nancy, acting like the queen of comedy, tossing sandwiches at Grover while I counted to ten. Twice.

(Spoiler: it went bad. Really bad.)

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[anxiousthoughts365]

If you wrote a drarry drabble about h or d confessing their crush I would love you forever <3 also CONGRATULATIONS ON 200

Thank you! Here you go ...

~🐍Drarry⚡️ & confessing their crush ~

No warnings apply

The door to his office banged open, and Harry looked up from the mountain of paperwork on his desk to find Draco Malfoy standing before him. The man was paler than usual, his jaw set, his fists clenched. He was clearly apoplectic with rage, and his voice was tight as he snarled through gritted teeth, 'Just who the hell do you think you are?'

'I think,' Harry said slowly, lowering his quill to the desk before leaning back in his chair, holding Draco's irate gaze unflinchingly. 'I'm Harry Potter. Senior Auror. Boy Who Lived Twice.' He fought desperately against the urge to smirk as he added, 'Pleased to meet you.'

'Cut the crap,' Draco snapped, pulling himself up to his full height to glower down his long nose at Harry. 'You know exactly what I'm talking about. It's one thing for us to carry on our stupid childhood bickering whenever we have to unfortunately cross paths professionally, but it's quite another for you to attempt to humiliate me in front of my team.'

Harry frowned at that, now truly confused. He wracked his brain in an attempt to recall anything he might have done during his last trip to St Mungo's - escorting a victim in need of medical care this time - that might have caused Malfoy any embarrassment. When he couldn't think of anything, he said, 'You know, it would be easier to argue with you if I actually knew why you were mad at me.'

Draco's face darkened, and he leaned forward to slam one hand down on the surface of the desk between them, the other lifting to point a finger in Harry's face as the Healer growled, 'You sent a dozen white roses to my office, with a note inviting me to dinner. My secretary saw them, and the news that you and I are dating has spread through the hospital like wildfire. Honestly, I knew you were immature, but I really didn't think you would stoop this low.'

Harry blinked at the man, his brain moving slowly, and it wasn't until he saw the light flush of pink streaking Draco's cheekbones that he understood.

'You think I sent those as a joke,' he murmured, his heart sinking. Something in his expression must have shown his disappointment, because Draco frowned, his raised hand falling to join his other one on Harry's desk.

'Why else would you have sent them?' the Healer asked, his tone and face telling Harry that he was genuinely puzzled, that he hadn't even considered any alternative motive for Harry's gift.

'Maybe to actually ask you to come to dinner with me?' Harry grumbled, finally looking away from Draco's silver eyes to stare down at his desk. He fiddled with the corners of his papers, trying not to show how fast his heart was sinking. It was quiet for too long, and Harry was just building the courage to ask Draco to leave when the man spoke again.

'You want ... You want to go on a date? With me?' He sounded so shocked that Harry couldn't help but glance up. Malfoy looked surprised, and disbelieving, but there was also a tiny flicker of something else, something that made Harry straighten and hold his gaze once more. It was hope.

'Yes, I want to go on a date with you,' he said levelly, then held his breath as Draco gaped down at him. The Healer opened and closed his mouth a few times, then cleared his throat, turned on his heel and marched towards the door.

A wide grin spread over Harry's face when the man shot over his shoulder as he exited the room, 'You can pick me up on Friday at 6. I'll send over my address.'

[jiraisupportgroup]

why do you get to sit in your heated home with daddy’s money and tell everyone who can and can’t wear jirai kei?

I don’t usually respond to stuff like this, especially because I’m fairly certain this was just ripped from a popular j-fashion creators video, but:

I feel like I make it quite clear that when I talk about jirai kei it’s just my opinions. I openly state that I’m likely a dumbass and you should take my word with a grain of salt considering I’m not a spokesperson for the Jirai Kei community, I’m not an expert on Jirai Kei, I also don’t speak Japanese so I can’t rly access a lot of “OG” jirai kei content that launched the community.

Additionally: I’ve never stated that anyone can’t wear anything. The closest I’ve gotten to that is when I state that I don’t generally believe “jirai kei” is the appropriate term for the fashion (therefore you can’t rly “wear it” if we want to be super technical) or when I said that “fashion jirais” who complain about the community can fuck off.

Never at any point in that did I say that anyone can’t wear anything. If you want to wear girly kei or dark girly or larme or ryousangata or whatever the fuck you want to wear - by all means please do. My main point is if you don’t like the jirai kei community, don’t interact with it. You can post coords and find friends and have a lot of fun with the clothing if that’s want you want to do. You can buy Liz Lisa & MCM bags and generally live your best ryousangata life. You don’t have to interact with the jirai kei community to do that. Block the people you find annoying. Block tags, block accounts, block whatever you don’t want to see. No one is going to be mad at you for not wanting to interact with the “dark side” of jirai kei (as people love to call it for some reason) UNLESS you’re adamantly saying “the dark side is wrong” and then using a shitload of jirai-related tags. Other tags for these clothes exist. Separate the two if you want, I don’t give a fuck; jirai kei doesn’t own the clothing.

I’m not going to sit here and outright defend people in the jirai kei community posting people’s coords and bullying them, I’m not gunna sit here and defend the fatphobic or racist things that have been said on jirai kei twt. I will point out that those posts are not actually super common in the jirai kei community, and the people that post them generally aren’t very well liked by other landmines either, they also tend to be very young. It’s a really big community. There are going to be “bad apples” especially because it’s a community based around mental health issues. You can’t look at that handful of posts and say “the entire community is toxic and awful”. Venting & the like are very common, but it’s pretty rare that I see people actively posting hate like that, and there is a huge difference between the two. Most of the landmines I see are too scared to even make vague callout posts. Maybe that’s just Tumblr, idk, but honestly the amount of hate I see in this community is rather small.

Secondarily to your point; my house is not fucking heated. I can barely afford to run the AC in the summer or the heat in the winter - typically I turn it on when my BF is here and turn it off when he leaves to save money. I have my own apartment. I work for my own apartment. I can barely fucking afford it. I make about $2700 a month and my bills add up to be about $2400 a month (and it’s not like an expensive or nice apartment it’s literally full of roaches and my oven doesn’t work). I usually end up spending about $100 of the leftover on cat food, and then have $200 left over for gas to get to work AND food AND toiletries for the MONTH.

I don’t have “daddy’s money”. I live by myself about 8 hours away from my family; they don’t have shit to send me. My dad died 3 years ago and left us with 50k in debt because he decided paying taxes was optional. When that happened - I was making 17.50 an hour and I had the HIGHEST WAGE out of anyone in my family. I was trying to finish college which I was attending on a scholarship bc I couldn’t fucking afford it, I was working overtime, trying to organize my dad’s funeral bc no one else in my family could do it, and paying tax payments. “Daddy’s money” was a negative sum. I frequently send leftover cash to my family if there is any just to help them in any way I can.

The cute and nice things I can afford are typically bought either because I pick up overnight shifts at my secondary serving job or from sugar daddies. Although I stopped sugaring about 3 years ago.

I started working when I was 15. I started SW when I was 17 to help my family pay rent. I did SW from about 17 years old to 21 and stopped shortly after my father died because I didn’t have the time anymore. And I fucking hated it but it made money.

Don’t fucking come at me saying I’ve got a nice house and daddy’s money when I’m sitting in a roach-infested apartment that I work myself to the fucking bone for & I spent multiple years trying to pay off my dad’s debt.

Fuck right off with that dude.

[kiefbowl]

i made a string of really dumb financial decisions and now im in debt that might take me years to pay off, do you have any words of wisdom for me queen. like that feels bad. how do i even save up. imagine flushing a pile of money down the toilet thats what this debt it

I know how that feels, believe me. A lot of people do. I'm feeling the pain of my 9 month school loans, and credit cards I had already paid off back "on" again (one in particular is pretty high...whooooops).

Don't lose your cool, I have a couple of flexible suggestions that you take, use, and modify to your specifics:

Tithe yourself - if your job does direct deposit (which most do!), you can direct deposit your money into multiple accounts. Get it set up so your paycheck goes 90% into your checking account, 10% into your savings account so that you're not even thinking about it. You might feel the squeeze for a little bit but you'll acclimate to that "missing" 10% sooner than you think.

Ask for a raise - if you're working, ask for a raise. If you're new, or maybe not that "great", or they're penny-pinchers, or you're just nervous to ask, don't even worry about it. Ask for 3% - this is low, and most jobs will give it to you just for the convenience of getting you to stop bothering them about it (if they can't afford 3%, run run run). For context, if you make $10 an hour, a 3% raise only gives you $12.00 more each week. It's really not much, but not nothing! If you're NOT worried about asking a raise, go all in! Ask for 10%, maybe even 15%. Flex some negotiation skills. Maybe you'll walkaway with 7%, but every penny counts.

Get yourself on auto payments [at the smallest amounts you can] - if you've got credit cards, log in right now and get yourself on auto payments for the smallest amount. If you've got student loans, do the same thing. If you've got utility bills, get them on auto pay. These things take 3 minutes to set up, and there are phone numbers to call if you can't figure it out. These companies WANT you to do this, they will help you get it done.

Work off the smallest amount you owe first [aggressively] - Let's say you have a $60 parking ticket, a credit card you owe $400 on, and three student loans that are currently at $6,000 & $7,000 & $10,000. Forget the student loans right now, you've got them on autopay for the smallest amount you can get away with. First, pay off that $60 parking ticket with your next pay check before it becomes a $200 ticket and a court appearance. Now you can focus on the paying off the $400 aggressively. Your minimum payments will still go off, but every time you get a paycheck, long on and pay an additional amount to the credit card (something you can manage and will also feel good to your brain - $50 feels good when you're thinking of your debit in hundreds for example). Once you've got that paid off, now you can aggressively pay off your $6,000. Don't worry about the other two. Just focus on the smallest amount you owe. Each paycheck, payoff a chunk of your smallest debt. It'll get exciting after awhile, like yes I get paid I can make that credit card even smaller. Gamify it, whatever.

Stop worrying about how long it will all take - Only worry about the smallest amount of debt you owe and how (reasonably) fast you can get that paid off. That $400 credit card, if you can spare $100 each pay check - that's only 4 paychecks. That's not too long, right? That's the way to think of time and debt: how much can you spare each paycheck to pay off your lowest debt.

Ask for help - do not punish yourself by lying to your parents and friends. Tell your friends you can't do fancy dinners because you are paying off debt and can't afford it. Real friends will bring over a pizza to hang with you. Your parents might be willing to send you a check without you asking for it. Don't feel guilty about monetary gifts, just take it. Go to a bank and talk about their consolidation options. Bring a third party so you aren't dazzled by sales pitches. Consolidation loans aren't objectively good or bad, they can be a life saver if they have the right terms that work for you. Don't think it's over your head! Ask as many questions until you understand all your options.

Buy smart, stop suffering - this really should be like 4 different bullet points, but I'm going to be as concise as possible: you'll never get out of debt if you spend your money without purpose, and you'll never get out under the yoke of anxiety that you fucked up if you just squirrel your money away in fear. A lot of people will give you advice that you need to put yourself on a tight, punishing budget. Maybe, but I think those are doomed to fail for most people. And now you feel twice as bad. Don't do that to yourself. Learning the value of $10 is important. So it learning the value of $100, or $1,000. And the best way to learn is to practice buying and using your money - there's a cheap $1,000 and an expensive $10, and you have to learn how much value you are getting out of these amounts for these purchases. If you punish yourself all week, and then allow yourself a "little treat" on Sunday - that doesn't feel worthwhile to me. Those little treats will grow every day. Soon you're stopping at Starbucks every day for "just $10" and your Sunday treat has become a weekly blow out brunch with friends and then week to week you're scrounging to eat Top Ramen and lamenting your dreams are dying. Instead, save money by spending money on things worthwhile that make you budget for them. Go sign up for those yoga classes you want, go sign up for those guitar lessons you want, go sign up for those art lessons you want, whatever it is. Whatever brings value to your life. Your $70 a week yoga membership can now be valued against your $70 week at Starbucks, and as your pockets pinch one hopes you'll choose the yoga over the Starbucks because one hopes that the yoga is serving you better. Or maybe yoga is ass and you want to spend it on Starbucks, at least now you know. Though I recommend your local coffee shop, as Starbucks is a union busting piece of shit corporation :)

[pollkien]

YAVANNA PROPAGANDA (art by Jenny Dolfen):

Giver of FRUITS 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

“She is the lover of all things that grow in the earth, and all their countless forms she holds in her mind, from the trees like towers in forests long ago to the moss upon stones or the small and secret things in the mould” she makes me want to be a tree

As revered as Varda herself!

“Some there are who have seen her standing like a tree under heaven, crowned with the Sun; and from all its branches there spilled a golden dew upon the barren earth, and it grew green with corn; but the roots of the tree were in the waters of Ulmo, and the winds of Manwë spoke in its leaves.“ CORN

Yavanna made Ohio. It’s my new headcanon now.

I love corn

Also formed the two trees!

And ents and probably other things too

“when the Valar decided to send emissaries to the mortal lands, Yavanna begged the Maia Curumo to take her servant, Aiwendil, with him” oh wow

If you hug a tree you could be hugging Yavanna. Hug trees today

MELIAN PROPAGANDA (art by Elena Kukanova):

“In Valinor, she dwelt in the Gardens of Lórien tending its trees, and she was the most beautiful, wise and skilled in songs of enchantment of all the people of Irmo.” Everyone is hot and sexy ok jirt

Taught nightingales to sing <3

And she was soo good at singing even the bells and fountains of Valimar stopped to listen to her sing. Whatever the hell that implies

Stared at Thingol for 200 years

Do you think maybe she got Thingol pregnant or.

Had the most beautiful child who ever lived yeah yeah whatever tolkien

Extremely wise. And probably foresighted. Which Thingol ignored

Repelled Ungoliant with her Maia spider spray

GIRDLE

May have fucked Galadriel?

[stickyspeckledlight]

HAPPY ONE-YEAR ANNIVERSARY TO THIS BLOG (and oooo follower appreciation event too and giveaway/raffle; below in the read me bc I'm gonna force y'all to deal with my sappy sappy words first <3)

(don't bully me my art is shit)

Like. Wow. I can't believe this blog is ALREADY ONE YEAR OLD (well, 1 year and one day old, tho technically it's even older since it's just a reblog ACC converted into my writing blog---but I'VE ONLY BEEN WRITING FOR IT FOR A YEAR AND ONE DAY, SO THERE), and how many ppl have gathered here

But seriously, I can't believe how many people actually enjoy my fun lil drabbles (wdym 30k is a drabble---) like fr ppl tysm for enjoying the shit i cook like *blushes* I'm so happy we can all be fucked up freaks together UwU. others may look at us an think we're pineapple pizza, but they're ignorant. in reality they are the pineapple pizza. and yes anon who keeps sending me pineapple pizzas to my house (fabricated) i will come for you, I'm just very busy baking pineapple pizzas to stuff you with when your time comes. the grim reaper thinks it's a bit excessive, but i don't, so that means i am a perfectly reasonable and sane person.

I'd been wanting to write yandere fic for awhile, but never really did anything until last year on the good ol' march 23rd when aventurine made me simp so hard that i finally wrote yan fics. and since then tbh its a bit silly to say but life kinda feels a lot better knowing that I've a community to share these lil drabbles (stop calling them drabbles oml) with, yknow. its the small things <3

seriously, im so awed at how many cool ppl I've met since starting this blog. from the anon who sent me pineapple pizza, the anon who sent me banger comments abt destroyed onset, the anons who give me cardiac arrest, the anon who asked me how my corpse was doing, and literally every single anon who plays along with my bullshit (anon who sent sunday outfit ask I promise I'm getting to answer it but ngl everytime i try to i just end up cuddling into my own blankets thinking about how cozy sunday's outfit is---look if i read abt cozy things then i gravitate towards cozy things ok)---tysm for giving me a giggle! all of your comments and the things you send into my inbox are the absolute highlights of my day.

So, to show my appreciation, instead of working on Destroyed Onset 4 and 5, i will instead be doing.

COMMISSION RAFFLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (3/24/25 - 3/28/25)

it's quite simple. just follow my blog (new followers are welcomed ofc) and reblog this post, preferably with something stupid so i can laugh at it and maybe make a meme out of it. in fact you know what if you do then I'll double draw you into the raffle. see. I've given y'all an incentive now. REBLOG WITH STUPID SHIT IF YOU WANT TO BE ENTERED TWICE INTO THE RAFFLE. IS THIS FAIR? IS THIS JUST? IDK BUT IT SEEMS FUNNY SO IMA DO IT LMAO. what are you going to do, stop me? ha, puny mortal. there is no stopping me now. because I'm having a good time, having a good ti---

once you're entered into the raffle, i'll draw some names and reward the following:

ONE person gets a full-length fic (somewhere between ~2-5k words)

ONE person get a shortfic (so up to ~1-2k words)

TWO people get a drabble (~200 - 500 words)

(but tbh knowing me all of these might end up way longer then i intend them to be---we'll see lmao)

This will run from TODAY, March 24th, to FRIDAY March 28th. One Friday passes, the names will be locked in and I'll DM the winners to discuss commission details.

As for requesting/commission rules, they're on my main page under 'Other Stuff' (alongside the tag guide). But since these are commissions, I'll add that I'm perfectly willing to write OC or Self-Inserts. I will not write non-yan fics though, just because tbh I have a really hard time writing pure fluff; like, it's not that i can't write fluff, but after a bit it's hard to resist the urge to insert something that's at least A LITTLE dark or angsty, lmao. But also just cuz this is a yandere blog, I'd like to keep my writing focused on yandere

Note: Commissions will be private, unless the commissioner gives me permission to post

With that, thank you!

Oh, and for the people who end up getting the above prizes, I might give y'all some participation memes. Just like. Compensary. You don't get fic but you get a lame semi-mass produced speckled meme

[daydreamgoddess14]

Deserving

Part of the 200 Followers celebration! From the request for @onceuponaoneshot :

Roy Kent x F!Reader - "You deserve better"

Filthy smutty smut y'all. You've been warned! This is also a part 3 to Complaints Procedure & Noisy.

~~~~~

He was gone. 

 

You'd seen the tackle, watched from home as Jamie Tartt knocked him to the floor and damaged his knee for good. He hadn't needed to do anything for the paperwork, Ted had it all under control, and it allowed Roy the distance he needed from Nelson Road. You wondered if you'd even crossed his mind. The boot room hadn't been the end of it. You'd never instigated anything yourself, but he'd sought you out occasionally. You'd let him lose himself in you, always slightly demanding but never degrading, you'd challenge him and go toe to toe on who had the upper hand. He'd wanted to fuck his frustration and anger away and you were a willing participant. It was no strings, no commitments and while you knew it wouldn't last, you didn't expect him to just disappear without a backward glance. 

 

No one seemed to know how he'd fared since he was last seen at Nelson Road and you had no real reason to check in on him. So how you found yourself knocking on his door at 11pm on a random Tuesday night was utterly beyond comprehension. 

"The fuck are you doing here?"

"Nice to see you too."

"I mean it, why are you here? Did he send you?"

"Ted? Why would you think that? I thought I'd check in and see how you were?" He grunted. 

"Or you fancied a good fuck?"

"Y'know what, forget I came. I didn't come here to be insulted." You turned to leave,

"No, praise is your thing isn't it? Like to be told you're a good girl." He sneered, leaning against the door frame. 

"Fuck you Roy, you're obviously fine. I'll leave you to it."

"What's up? You're usually into this little fucking game we play?"

"Yeah, when it's mutually good. You're just being a dick for the sake of it. I'm the idiot who thought you might need someone to talk to, I needn't have bothered." You're halfway up his drive when he responds.

"Don't go. At least come and have a drink. You can tell me all the shit everyone's been up to." You cock your head to one side, "I'm sorry for being a dick. I shouldn't have been rude to you." You still hesitate. "You're a sight for sore eyes. It's been too long."

"Who's fault is that?"

"Mine." He admits with a self conscious shrug. 

"You're fucking right it is." Your brushed passed him and into the house, "and I'll have a glass of wine please." You weren't new to small talk with Roy, though it did usually occur after he'd made you come multiple times. You made yourself comfortable on his sofa and watched him in the kitchen, pouring wine from the fridge for both of you. 

"I didn't mean to upset you." He puts the glass down in front of you. 

"You didn't. You know I'm not easily offended, but there's a difference between our usual tête-á-tête and you just being plain fucking mean after 3 months of solitary confinement."

"It's not been solitary."

"I heard you coach 9 year old girls now?"

"Who told you?"

"My niece is one of them, Quinn."

"She's fucking class."

"Hmm. Future England player maybe, according to my twat brother. You're still better than that, though," you drink more, looking for courage in the bottom of the glass, "and I wondered if you might call. More fool me."

"You don't want me to call."

"Says who? You?"

"You deserve better." He sighed. 

"Do I? Is that your conclusion or do I get to make my own?"

"Are you just going to keep questioning my opinion, or actually offer any of your own?" He countered. You smirked over the edge of your wine glass at his frustration.

"Well, you haven't let me have an opinion yet, have you? You've decided that I don't want you to call and that I deserve better, all by yourself. Shall I just submit all future decisions to you from now on?" He shook his head, 

"I've fucking missed your attitude." He stood, taking the empty glass from your hand and putting it on the table, and then gripped your wrist gently to pull you to standing. "I'd carry you, but -"

"You're a fucking idiot," you finished for him, reaching on your toes to kiss him. His arms circled your waist, 

"I'm a fucking idiot," he agreed with a mumble, his lips not leaving yours. You let him lead you to his bedroom. 

"An actual bed? Jesus Roy, you're spoiling me." You laugh, pulling his t-shirt off before taking a step back and slipping your own summer dress off and letting it fall to the floor. Your usual frenetic dalliances have meant that despite knowing your body intimately, he's never actually seen you naked. He drinks in the sight of you in summery coral lingerie in the dim lamplight, his eyes dark as you reach behind to unclip your bra and let it slide down your arms. You drop to your knees in front of him, pulling his shorts down over his hips. He's already half hard. You pull his shorts all the way off, and he steps out of them. On your way back to your goal, you pause just long enough to press a kiss to the inside of his bad knee. You hear the shaky breath leave his body and focus your attention elsewhere which allows him to do the same thing. This is not pity you try to convey with your actions. Your mouth waters in anticipation, all this hurried sex and you've never once had the chance to see him like this, to feel the weight of him in your mouth. You slide your tongue up the underside of his cock and swirl it around the hot tip. He rocks against you, his hands fisted at his side. You take his hands one at a time and put them on your head, looking up his long body to watch his reaction to you pumping his cock with kiss swollen lips. 

"Fuck me, you look so fucking good -" He rasps, his voice strained. You hum in agreement, the vibration running through his body. He tugs your hair lightly, the sensation sending waves of desire to your core and making your thighs rub together in desperation. When he pulls again, it's a request for you to stop, "I need to be inside you," he practically whimpers, pulling you up by the hand. You guide him the couple of steps back to the bed and he sits down heavily, dragging you into his lap as he does. You lift up onto your knees hands on his shoulders for balance as you line him up against you, shifting your underwear to one side. He cups your heavy breast with one hand while the other grabs the swell of your ass as you lower down onto him. With your thighs spread wide over his, the depth is incredible and takes a second to adjust to. His tongue follows his hand across your nipple, taking it into his mouth, rolling it and biting gently. It's enough to have you grinding against his cock and arching your back to have him fill you right to the hilt. Then he echoes the words you've always told him in a desperate whisper, "fuck me." Your forearms on his shoulders give you the perfect leverage to rise and fall on him over and over, the proximity means he's able to lavish attention on your breasts while his hands kneed and grasp your hips, helping you keep your rhythm while his cock splits you open. "God, you're so fucking beautiful," he groans, capturing your mouth in a rough, needy kiss. Considering your previous interactions left you the one feeling needy and yielding, you're currently feeling like the powerful one. He brings his hand up to your mouth, running his thumb across your bottom lip and letting you suck it. He uses it to brush against your clit and you lean back in his arms, partly to give him access and partly so he can watch as you take his cock. 

"See how you fill me up so perfectly?" You breathe, gasping as his circles against your clit bring you closer to release. "Do you even know what you do to me?" You ask, pulling him closer again with a kiss. "This is what I fucking want, this is what I deserve." You tell him. You'd say more, but your words have his hips stuttering as he comes inside you, the feeling pulling you over the edge with him and your words turning to incoherent affirmations and praise. His hands still your hips as you collapse into him, your head falling to the crook of his neck. He kisses your shoulder and up into the spot behind your ear that makes your body unintentionally buck against him. 

"Fucking hell, I'm never avoiding you for 3 months again. You'll be lucky if you get 3 minutes of peace from me ever again." He mutters, biting your earlobe. 

"Promise?" You ask with a low laugh. 

 

FIN

[muneca-lemon-steppa]

I LOOOOVE Ur Alfie fics. Could u do just general headcannons about being married and starting a family with him? ❤️

Hi bb!!! Im so glad you like them! I hope you enjoy these HCs, I know I kind of went overboard! Maybe I’ll do a continuation?? Maybe I’ll focus on different aspect of life with him? Idk we’ll workshop it. As always, sending all my love 💕💕💕

Married Life with Alfie Solomons - HCs

In planning the wedding, you initially were planning on a small wedding. Nothing too extravagant, just close family and a party at the house.

That’s what you planned anyway. It grew and grew with every family member that “HAD to come treacle!” Both of your families are rather large and extended. Mixed with business associates that had to be invited for sake of peace… it exploded into a 200 person affair.

Despite the fact that Alfie prefers to not be disturbed, it ended up being a grand affair. Drinks flowed. Laughter was raucous. The dancing never stopped! And there were only 3 fights, which Alfie involved himself in only 2 of them. Needless to say, it went rather well!

But your favorite part of the night above all was when you got home. Still giggling and warm from the party, you’re pulled into the parlor by your darling Alfie. Shirt half done, and hair a disaster, he looks so so handsome. His eyes so soft, he puts on the radio, bringing you in close to him, “Mrs. Solomons… would you give an old man a dance?”

And you do. Song after song, twirling around the parlor, enjoying the life that had a new layer of meaning.

Despite Alfie’s insistence that you shouldn’t keep working because, “No love of mine should be lifting a finger.” You kept your job at the distillery as his secretary and head of the jewelry shop. You insisted to Alfie that keeping your job that still made you feel like your own person, not just Alfie’s spouse.

There was something so intimate and special in waking up every morning with him, walking to the office with him, going through the work day, and coming home with him. If Alfie was clingy before, it had only grown worse since your nuptials. He loved having you near. He never wanted you away from his side.

Though the mornings were sweet, the evenings were by far your favorite with Alfie. Coming home, drawing the curtains closed to hide away in your own little oasis of solitude and quiet.

Instead of leaving you to do all the cooking and cleaning for the evening meal like other men of the time, Alfie stays wrapped close to your apron strings. As you craft a soul warming meal, he stays chopping and cutting, washing up the dishes as you go to ensure that the evening is free of any impediments.

Alfie takes Shabbat incredibly seriously. He is on a strict schedule on those days, and actually forbids you from working on Fridays, to let you prepare anything needed for the Sabbath. Many times your family joins you in your home, and Alfie takes the lead in prayers. Though you didn't think it was possible, your heart grows with adoration each time you watch him quietly go through the ritual. Watching his devotion and care to the faith and your people's history reminds you of the type of man he his.

Marriage with Alfie does not come without some arguments. It is Alfie Solomons. Both of you stubborn and passionate, it’s what makes you a formidable force together, but it also brings some… loud outbursts.

It usually is about whether or not he’s being wise in his decisions. But it also comes out when he thinks you’re not being careful. When a jealous flare rises up in him. Or just when he gets a little snippy.

But it doesn’t take much to make up. Once you and Alfie have let it all out, either one of you will go to the other and bridge the gap. When he’s particularly cross, all it takes is for you to find him in his favorite chair. Lean over the back of it, draping your arms across his neck. “I’m so sorry Alfie,” you whisper in his ear, a particular weakness, “I know you’re just looking out for me. Forgive me?” A few kisses in his neck and he’ll be dragging you into his lap, grumbling about how much of a vicious siren you are.

When you’re cross… Alfie pulls out all the theatrics. He comes to your room where you’ve holed up, seething. He gets on his knees, taking your hand in his, “Awe treacle… have pity on an old man. I’m sorry my love, I am. Don’t punish me too harshly now! Please give you husband a kiss yeah? This life is so short! Let’s not go to bed angry my love!”

And of course you forgive him. How can you not when he kisses you so sweetly, and begs so beautifully.

It will be a few years before you and Alfie have children. Alfie was worried that he wouldn’t be a good father due to his age, but in his heart of hearts he wanted little ones. He yearned to play with the kids on the floor with the dogs. To swing them around in the garden. Watch you be an incredible mother. Though he was afraid, you knew he would be the perfect father.

Once you both confessed your mutual desire for kids, it happened shockingly quickly. But is anyone really shocked? Alfie is determined and disciplined above all else.

Once you do get pregnant, Alfie does put his foot down. You are not coming into the office. It is far too dangerous for you to be coming in around all 'that business'. And Alfie heard from someone (he made it up) that working isn't good for birthing or babies.

He benches you for the entire pregnancy, and brings his former housekeeper Sarah out of retirement to help tend to you.

Every night Alfie would come home with something new for you. Brilliant and fragrant flowers. A sweet from the bakery. A new necklace or bracelet that you just had to have. "Growing a baby is hard work love! Especially with my kids! Big ol brutes growing in there eh?"

Whenever you became shy or uncomfortable about your changing body, Alfie would just croon in your ear, "Oh my love, you are absolutely radiant. An angel from God yeah? No no, a goddess. You're an absolute goddess yeah?" He'll rub your swollen feet as you cry, kissing your ankles as you release your stress and worries about the day.

As you can imagine... naming the baby (or babies as he liked to remind you of the possibility) was an incredible ordeal. No name was suitable.

"No no, he'll get hit. If I knew a little boy with that name in school, I would decimate him." "Now treacle that doesn't even sound good with Solomons!" "Mmm no. I don't like the meaning of the name. Not a good omen." "Can't do that name. I killed a man with that name."

After six days!! You both are able to come to an agreement. Joseph for a boy. Chava, after his mother. In the evenings, Alfie takes to reading to the baby, referring to them by both names. "Alfie dearest, there's only one in there!" "No no treacle. I know they're both in there. You may only feel one, but that's because Joseph is just a little shy ain't you my boy? Chava is going to be a little spitfire, just like her mum. They're in there, I know they are."

At night, Alfie pulls you to his side as he always does, with a protective hand splayed over your swollen belly. It's getting harder for you to sleep at night, so many times you lie awake, staring at your husband, running your own hand over your stomach, feeling the kicks and turns.

The prospect of twins is near impossible. But Alfie... he is so certain. And sometimes... sometimes you feel an extra flutter. An extra bit of energy that is almost missed.

The labor is hard. Long. Your mother comes to help along with Sarah and the midwife, and you had never felt pains like that before. Despite Sarah's admonishment, Alfie pushes himself into the room, wanting to be right next to you the entire time. He never leaves your side, brushing the sweat off your brow, kissing your head, reminding you how strong you are.

After 12 hours of labor, Joseph finally makes his appearance in the world. A large baby, with fat cheeks and long limbs. After a few announcing cries, Joseph settles into the arms of his father, fast asleep after his long journey. Alfie rejoices with you, holding up his son with joy, "Joseph! My boy! Welcome my son!"

You smile, a final sense of relief washing over you, until you feel another push coming.

7 minutes later, Chava comes careening into Earth, as loud as the choirs of heaven. Alfie catches Chava, marveling at how such a little body can produce such a sound. As Alfie cleans her face he just whispers, "This one... she will be an opera star."

Alfie joins you in bed once everything is settled. You spend the rest of the evening in and out of sleep. When awake you and Alfie just take turns holding the babies, marveling in how precious they are. How absolutely beautiful they are. While you sleep, Alfie walks around the house with both in his arms, just talking to them.

“Now you might not know this yet my angels… but you have the absolute best mother in the world. No I know, I don’t know how I got to marry her. But she is perfect. The best. We gotta protect her yeah?”

Alfie is the one who gets up in the night. Doesn’t want you to do more than you have to. And you’re already doing so much. Plus, he feels like he missed so much already, waiting till he was older to have a family and all. He doesn’t want to miss a single moment.

Alfie becomes even more soft and tender with you. Each morning he starts his day worshipping you almost. Telling you how much he loves you, how much he loves your children, how much he would give to protect you.

But he does become more paranoid about the dangers surrounding him. There’s two men posted at the door of the house at all times now, and you aren’t to go anywhere without either him or another trusted member of the gang. Though you fought him on it at first, you relented when you saw the palpable fear in his eyes.

He loves to show off the kids. He’s just so proud. He loves how much they look like you. “Better for them eh treacle? Glad they got the more beautiful out of the two.”

And while they did favor your features, they both carried Alfie’s eyes. Both gentle Joseph and powerful Chava carry that roaring ocean behind those dark lashes that brought you to Alfie all those years ago.

As the years go by, you only grow to love each other more and more. And every risk and every trial is worth the beautiful dream you get to have with Alfie.

[fictionalcreator]

okay saw ur tags (brilliant btw <3) tell me more about tcf and where i should read it? 👀

YES, GLADY

Okay okay, so, first things first, you can find it over at the good folks of EatApplePies, who also host The Third Wheel Strikes back if you want yet another surprising deeply developed fantasy novel with a self-sacrificing protagonist in a multiple transmigrator scenario, only this one has a gentler protagonist (who can’t stop getting targeted for assassination) and also comes with thinly-veiled canon gay marriage. Huzzah!

Not that tcf isn’t ripe with shipping potential, but as of chapter 400 no one has proposed that protag marry the Crown Prince, which is a thing that does happen around chapter 200 or so of TWSB! What can I say? Stepmom goes hard to bat for her kid.

Anyway I’ve gotten off track.

Honestly, if you’ve read ORV and/or S Classes That I’ve Raised then you’ll enjoy going in mostly blind.

I know that I was initially turned off my first attempt at reading because I couldn’t quite get into Cale as a protagonist and felt that his team was getting too powerful too easily. The first arc or so can feel like things are simply happening too smoothly? And Cale adapting to his new role so quickly doesn’t help. But I can assure you all that does not last lmao

Cale slowly reveals his layers as a person (sometimes very slowly)(but the things he reveals. Oh man. I am chewing on him. Shaking him like a ragdoll. “Emotional alienation” is a fucking UNDERSTATEMENT jfc), and before you get disappointed at how easily the team acquires op abilities, ask yourself: “what could they possibly be facing in the future that requires they have all of this strength?”

As for the actual elevator pitch…uh, i’ll put it under this cut, this is already kinda long lmao

So, imagine, you’re Kim Rok Soo. You’re taking your first day off in, what, 10, maybe 15 years? (First day off from what? Don’t worry about it)

You decide to spend that time binge-reading a novel an old co-worker recommended. You get to volume 5 before you pass out, but when you wake up, you find that you are now in possession of the body of Cale Hentinuse, eldest son of Count Deruth Hentinuse, and minor villain of that novel, who insulted the protagonist, got beaten up for it, and wasn’t really seen nor heard from again.

Cale Hentinuse is generally known as the trash of the count’s family (hence the title). He spends his time drinking and getting into fights. He hasn’t been the family representative to the capital in years. But Kim Rok Soo takes only one lesson away from the label of “trash:” trash is someone who does whatever they want.

And if what he wants is to avoid getting beaten up by the protagonist, transmigrator Choi Han, instead dragging him home to get fed and washed up like a dog, then so be it. Hope this doesn’t inspire a life-or-death loyalty that will prove completely unshakable! ‘Cause Cale is totally thinking of sending the protagonist on his way so that he can hang back and live the slacker’s life in the background. Yeah that’ll totally work out no problem guaranteed 👍

So what if he acts a bit willfully here in there? Doing things like saving the young dragon and helping a man fated to die dodge that fate? He’s still going to take those powers he read about for himself. He needs those to be strong enough to live in a land where turning over a stone can reveal a dozen deadly hidden experts. And doing something so self-interested…that’s enough to make him the bad guy here, right?

Right. That’s how these things work (don’t question his logic or why he thinks of the concept of selfishness in such terms shhhh)

But even if it’s selfish, it’s not like he’s gonna stop. After all, they have a war to prepare for. One that will rock the whole Roan Kingdom. Possibly the whole continent. Cale needs every chip he can get in the game if he wants to keep his home safe.

After all, how can you lead the proper slacker life if you’re worried about global political instability dragging your friends (and family!) into conflict?

PS Children aren’t meant to fight wars. The weak should be protected. Just because it’s unpleasant doesn’t mean it will not be done.

PPS if you want to see me yell about this book in real time i’ve been tagging my posts abt it with “tcf novel” and “fict’s ramblings” but of course spoilers up to chapter 400/776 for the most recent posts

[selfship-help]

I've only had my acc for 3 months, I write imagines and am also sharing my ao3 selfship lore, and everything seemed fine but. People in my inbox are being hella mean now :((. I don't wanna explain what they're saying specifically, bc they may know who I am. But they are accusing me of things I just didn't do :/ it's nothing illegal but it is immoral and it's something I simply do not do.

I blocked the first anon but the accusations came back. I've now blocked about 5 anons and I have no idea what to do. Should I address it atp?? Maybe ignoring it isn't the best idea? Im sure big yume blogs get hate all the time but they have at least 200 followers defending them.. me posting about it would just be awkward lol imagine it getting no more than 3 notes

Ignoring it is 100% the best option, a lot of times people like that are trying to get a reaction out of you. Don't give them the satisfaction! They aren't worth your time! My best advice is to turn off anon asks for now, so anyone who still sends harmful asks aren't anonymous and can be blocked if they show their face, though they likely won't since people who harass others on anon are almost always too cowardly to show their real account(s). I'm so sorry you're going through this anon, but remember the people who say cruel things to you are not a reflection of you. You, nor anyone deserves harassment or cruel treatment and the people who give it are just trying to get reactions for their own fucked up satisfaction, but again it's not worth your time nor mental/emotional health to give it to them. If you really need to, maybe take a short break from tumblr to clear your mind, maybe focus on doing something you enjoy/makes you happy/relaxing/etc. I hope you're able to get away from the harmful people, and that you get more support and kindness in the future.

- mod 🌠

[nicromancytarot]

NICROMANCY GETS SCAMMED - EPISODE 2

All I do on this app is complain.

Hello and welcome to part 2 of me possibly being scammed?? (I feel like this is deserved now, am I just really unlucky or something?)

16th of March @samisinsomniac messaged me for an exchange, I gave them their reading the next day 500 words as I mentioned I preferred, they responded with my reading the next day too, only with around 200 words, but I was thankful nonetheless!

I gave them a thank you, and some feedback on the reading, they also gave me a little bit of feedback for the one I gave to them.

On the 30th of March they messaged me again for some clarity on a situation through another exchange.

I got to their’s as soon as I could (which was immediately since I wasn’t busy that day), they were busy, but that’s ok, they said they would give mine to me by 10pm Indian standard time. India is 5 hours ahead of me, as I am set in the UK.

I proceeded to give their reading to them, 500 words as before, not only did I not receive any thank you, I also didn’t receive feedback. If you’re a Tarot reader, you will understand how crucial feedback is for us to better our talent and improve our work, and they know this very well, as they even mentioned to me during our first exchange for me to let them know how it resonates, and leave some feedback in their ask box.

To make matters worse, they did not give me my reading by 10pm IST. (It’s getting realll)

Here is their response to my reading, the blocked off part is me explaining the person’s feelings for them, I don’t want to put anyone’s personal information on blast, which is why that is covered.

They then said that they would send the reading to me that evening.

It was not delivered by that time either. DUH DUH DUH

I messaged them a tad worried, perhaps they’d been hit by a car and I was just being mad for no reason. They let me know that they had a medical issue, which made me feel evil for pacing my room in anticipation (I didn’t actually do that, only inside my mind palace)

Finally, I received my reading! It was… 200 words, but alas! At least I got it and everyone is alive.

Now the average person would take this as a lesson not to exchange again, just in case they get caught up with another medical issue you know, or maybe the reading is short. (Which ever one is worse. IM KIDDING)

They had a birthday! Turned 18, that’s great, I’m also 18, they messaged me about it, then asked me if I did 18+ readings.

Sometimes I lack context clues, but personally I feel like my confusion here is pretty valid. Plus! Their profile said they don’t do 18+, I’m very valid in my confusion.

Anyways! They ask for my question, I give it, then they give me theirs, they ask if it’s ok, I let them know it is.

But I was hungry and needed to shower, so I also let them know that.

They were doing my reading at 7:26pm, I got out my shower at 10:48pm…. somethings not adding up! So I sent a little message, letting them know about my recent scam, and how I did not want to get scammed again so they would have to send it first.

However, they have not responded, it’s been 3 days, since they apparently started my reading? Now I’m no Tarot Goddess, but I’m pretty sure you would be done with a reading by day 3.

Listen, I don’t wanna fight or argue, I’m just a little funny guy who does Tarot, no fight in me, you message me in caps and I think I’ll cry.

This is not to cause an argument, or to throw hands at anybody, I just don’t like being lied to or taking advantage of as a smaller Tarot reader.

It’s only been 3 days, I was planning on waiting longer to post this, however I feel like now is fine as I’ve clearly been lied to about when they started their reading, which I’m not sure if it was to receive theirs early from me, I got no clue dude, what I do know is I am really tired of people doing this to me, please stop, before I actually cast a spell for you to clip into the back rooms.

Scammers: 2 Nicromancy: 0

Please stop scamming me, you’re embarrassing me in front of my spirit guides. 😔

[thejohnlockedfemboy]

Okeyyy

*pulls out my little script in alien writing*

So

It’s also COD. Basically because I’m a very big fan of both father figures, and doggos, and cod. I have this now.

(All bot ideas in green everything else/notes in white. Thought I’d try try that out if you like it)

Retirement au where Ghost had to retire for any matter of reason (prob an injury like the price bot) and he’s just taking his retirement like “okay. I’m done now. Now I sit. And do nothing” not in a lazy way just like he’s done with life now. But dogs need movement, and stimulation, and all that. So Riley isn’t doing 100%, but he doesn’t want to get rid of them. So he lets them do part time work at a school as a service dog since he’s already well trained and calm. He’s not sure which kids get Riley or what he does to help them all the time, but he knows he’s helping kids. And Riley still comes back to Ghost at night to sleep since obviously they couldn’t live without each other (fight me if otherwise)

So Riley’s been your service dog, to help you not faint (low iron I’m definitely not talking about myself that’d be wierdddd) just at school since that’s what they had available. You’re very nice to Riley and he liked you a lot too. Doesn’t seem too close to you or that protective but when your parents come to pick you up one day and Ghost was late to pick Riley up (since usually he pcicled him up before the end of the school day) the dog saw your pants being mean to you

Then Riley’s brain went back into military function, and attacked your parents (god I am so sorry if this is too gory you can change it if need be I’m just trying to think of something to get ghost to the school and feel bad cuz no parents swag) so then they had to call Ghost basically telling him what Riley did and so you have to stay at the after school thing while Ghost is talking with the principal and finding out how bad your parents are. And how much Riley loves you too

(Apologies for cringe)

I’m not usually like a total Ghost fan but I just liked this idea and he’s the dog guy so Y’know

You don’t have to do it since you have two other bots to do I think (last time I checked queue) so feel free to do it after those and change the story however

Thank you! Hugs, fake father figures, and alien care sending your way! You’re so coooool!

-👽 beep boop

:0 omg omg I love this idea!!!! Ghost 100% would be like “yes now I sit” after retirement. Protective Riley doggo my beloved 🥺👏 ( hello fellow low iron sufferer )

the green font for the ideas definitely helps :3 ty, keeps it so I can quickly identify my request queue. Queue isn’t too long rn so I should be able to finish the bot in maybe a week? ( 🥹 ) imma be rlly busy this week, have college stuff and going to the eye doctor and have a 200-question final exam 😭 but I WILL try my best 🙏

[evergreen-endo]

♱ SCREAM OF THE BUTTERFLY — y. endo + c. takiishi

cw: 18+ mdni, f! reader, blood, rough blowjob, takiishi smacks endo a couple times, reader referred to as her, bunny, + thing. wc: 0.8k.

♱ NUT VID — j. togame

cw: 18+ mdni, gn! reader, no pronouns used or descriptions of reader at all really. just a drabble abt the way togame sends you a video for the first time. wc: 0.3k.

♱ KNIFE PLAY — y. endo

cw: 18+ mdni. blood, knife play, highly manipulative, possessive behavior. gn! reader. endo calls reader bunny a couple times. wc: 0.6k.

♱ SHOTGUNNING — y. endo + c. takiishi

cw: 18+ mdni, weed. gn! reader — no pronouns or physical description, endo calls reader doll. just headcanons.

♱ 3 FREAKS IN A GROCERY STORE — y. endo + c. takiishi

cw: mdni. no warnings, just a silly drabble. not even nsfw, just ended up being written on this blog lol.

♱ CHAUFFEUR — y. endo + c. takiishi

cw: 18+ mdni, f! reader, fluff to smut very quickly, car sex(?), reader gets fingered lol. uhh that's it i think. wc: 1.5k.

♱ WE PLAY THE SAME KEYS AT DIFFERENT TIMES — r. kaji

cw: 18+ mdni, f! reader, car sex, spit. wc: 0.8k.

♱ EDGING ENDO — y. endo + c. takiishi

cw: 18+ mdni, gn! reader, no pronouns or physical descriptions used but the word "panties" is lol. edging endo with takiishi watching. unedited. just a drabble. wc: 0.5k

♱ TAKE IT EASY — c. takiishi + y. endo

cw: 18+ mdni. taking chika’s blowjob virginity. no pronouns or physical descriptions of reader, but reader has a pussy. maybe toxic almost poly dynamic if you squint really, really hard. unedited. wc: 0.9k

♱ TORN FROM YOUR SILHOUETTE — y. endo + c. takiishi

cw: 18+ mdni. gn! reader. angst w/ no comfort. nsfw. reader is referred to as pretty, sweetheart, baby. yandere themes, dubcon, highly manipulative, toxic behavior, depictions of depression, polyamorous relationship, abuse (takiishi hits endo), one brief mention of blood. wc: 5.1k.

♱ TORN FROM YOUR SILHOUETTE; SAY GOODBYE, WATCH ME FALL — y. endo

cw: 18+ mdni. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. depictions of depression and heavy implications of suicidal ideation. highly manipulative, toxic relationship. heavy angst, slight comfort. not my typical endo because in this au he is fed tf up with reader (so infatuated he can’t think straight and developing hints of yandere tendencies). wc: 2.1k.

♱ CHERRY WAVES — j. togame

cw: 18+ mdni. f! reader. porn without plot. not exactly dom/sub dynamics but reader does take control. reader is a bit of a cherry picker too, lol. pussy job with virgin togame, written with my clit. not a typical super subby, nervous virgin depiction; he’s pretty shameless! :P wc: 1.8k.

♱ MATTRESSES AND FALLING STARS — y. endo + c. takiishi

cw: 18+ mdni. half asleep grabbing and grinding with endochika. soft smut for once! <3 somno kinda, poly hand stuff :P short drabble.

♱ EMERGENCY CONTACT — y. endo

cw: 18+ mdni. gn! reader; no pronouns used for reader. sexting and nut vids! yay! endo is slutty (affectionate). he calls reader baby once or twice. hints of pining if you squint. unedited. wc: 1.2k

♱ TAINTED BLISS — c. takiishi + y. endo

cw: 18+ mdni. gn! reader; no pronouns used for reader. takiishi doesn't understand dry humping. unedited. wc: 0.6k

♱ TELOMERES — y. endo

cw: 18+ mdni. blasphemy, allusions to religious iconography(?); endo views reader as something like a god that needs to be worshipped. and he also cries during sex (canon). wc: 600 :P

♱ DIFFERENT STROKES FOR DIFFERENT FOLKS!

PT. I — umemiya, togame, kaji, kiryu.

PT. II — endo, takiishi, banjo, hiragi.

cw: 18+ mdni. headcanons for how the guys jack off and what their cum is like. wc: 160-200 per chara.

♱ TO DOM A DOM MAN

cw: 18+ mdni. f! reader. drabble abt thoughts from this post. unedited. not about anyone in particular, but whoever he is, he's a little mean. wc: 0.9k