#might turn this into a fic

[mamiya-a]

WHAT IF:

When you tell Miranda about the rumours in resident lover, instead of reacting the way she did , she just decides to risk it all by trapping you on her desk and kissing you like she's starving for you.

"This is not going to help the rumours at all"

"No. But it will help me"

[kcuf-ad]

Do you think Atsushi learned Math in the orphanage? If no imagine Kunikida pulling a dad move when teaching math while he cries as he yells at him

[crestapex]

Okay but imagine that you’ve fought alongside Ghost and have been friends with him for years before 141, and fast forward to today and you’re on a mission with Soap and occasionally he’ll slip in a little flirty comment or joke every now and again

And then Ghost is on the other end like “focus, sergeant 😒” cause he’s gettin a little jealous, let alone the fact Johnny was put on this mission with you and not him

And you’re just kinda standing there trying to complete the mission like “what’s the problem he‘s just being nice???🧍‍♀️”

[soulkeeper801]

drabble

nayeon x f!reader

“you look so pretty rolling your eyes like that,” nayeon growls as she presses herself on you, her fingers picking up the pace, making you throw your head back, “so pretty for me,” she whispers through gritted teeth, “no one else,” she continues, as her lips find their way to your pulse point, your hips thrust against her hands when she nips at your skin, drawing a familiar smirk on her face, “only mine”.

[fluffyluckyvampire]

I just had a dream that was basically a zombie apocalypse AU of obey me, where sometime after the extange programa a virus breaks out in the human realm and MC and Solomon desperately try to find a cure with both necromancy and science. (In my dream, they used somesort of necromancy type magic, so it'd only affect the dead) MC returned to the Devildom to research more magic and be safer while doing it; but MC (still being mortal) works themselves to the bone, barely sleeping or stopping to eat. So Mammon (and the rest of the brothers but mainly Mamms) are desperate to get MC to take a break, which MC (due to stress) kinda snaps at him because 'humans as a species are in danger' which in response (instewd of backing down) he brings up that if MC doesn't stop and take a break they'll probably end up stressing to death (because humans are fragile) and leave Solomon alone to try and fix this so MC tales a break but all they can think about is the literal apocalypse happening in the human realm.

ALSO, in my dream, whenever MC had to go to the human realm or were ever in danger, the brothers would bust ass and kill any zombies trying to kill/bite/get to MC.

Anyway, I thought that was interesting 🤷‍♂️

(Yes, I literally just woke up to tell ya'll my dream😭)

[cherriqa]

+.*i get those goosebumps every time*.+

SUMMARY: he just cant shake the feeling that somebody knows... let alone his own wife..

NICK GOODE (1994) X FEM! READER

MASTERLIST : HERE

AUTH NOTE: aahhhdgfgy first fic!! based on the song goosebumps by Travis Scott 😍😍😍😍 (update, it’s been like 5 months since i started writing this.. i’m so sorry 😭😭🫶🫶)

"hello?" you ask, twirling the landline phone cord between your index and middle finger. "shit, sorry hun.." you notice the voice instantly, its your husband Nick. "sorry forr..?" you trail off, now curious. "um.. ill be home late again." his voice is low and laced with slight malice. "oh." is all you manage to say. you turn to look back in the dining room. your children are sitting happily at the table, eating spaghetti bowls.

"are you upset?" he questions, slightly nervous. "no! its fine.. ill put your food in the fridge then.." you mumble into the speaker. he sighs before speaking again. "listen, i gotta go but ill be back when you wake up. promise." he tries to sound as cheery as possible, but you can see right through the act. "okay, bye! i love you." you murmur with a small smile as the line clicks.

something is up, you can tell. you set the phone down before heading into the dining room and picking up your husbands plate. your daughter looks up at you, her curly pigtails bouncing as she swings her legs off the chair. “mommy… where’s daddy..?” she asks, her voice laced with worry. “baby, he’s fine.. he’s just caught up with work again.” you manage a smile. she nods before going back to eating.

about 4 hours later, you hear the door open and the familiar leather shoe footsteps. your husband in all his glory walks into the living room. “well hi there..” Nick says with a small grin. he walks over to you, sitting beside you on the sofa. “how was work..?” you ask, resting your head on his shoulder. he shrugs, “boring, as per usual.” the way he says it makes you giggle. “you’re sweaty, my love.” you kiss his cheek, making him smile again.

“ouch.” he jokes, standing up again. “i’ll go have a shower then.” you nod and watch as he turns around. “and by the way, could you find me that book.. um.. the one about criminology!” he recalls, to which you respond with a small “yup!” before you too, stand up.

you hear him walk up the stairs as you reach the bookshelf. as you look around, you spot a small knob out of the corner of your eye. you try to ignore it, thinking your vision is just playing tricks on you again. that is, until a passing train nearby causes the knob to rattle. you quirk your eyebrow, setting the newly found book down on the coffee table before inspecting the round knob closer.

as you get a better look, you realise that it belongs to a trapdoor that you happen to have never noticed. ‘strange..’ you think to yourself before turning it slowly. you’d think it’d be locked, considering you’ve never noticed it in your 8 years of living in your house. but it isn’t. the door slowly creaks open and the light from inside the living room shines into the small space.

upon further inspection, you spot a few candles, all of which definitely had been lit within the last few hours considering the faint smell of candle smoke. but also another thing worth noting, the two large stones with writing etched into them. one’s been fully covered, the second having almost just been started. you can only read the last 3 lines of the second stone.

RUBY LANE

THOMAS SLATER

RYAN TORRES

you make a face, weird that the last three shady side killer names are etched into.. wait.

what..?

[hellcheercaine]

harringrove au where steve helps billy and max to run away from their dad, and to search for billy’s biological mother

[redtippedfox]

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!!

Old followers remember my Akuma! Adrien Eros design! For this Valentine’s Day I decided to bring him back! I even wrote a small snipet! I know by the time I upload this it’s gonna be late but I had a pretty busy day and I am just glad that I was able to even finish this!

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She couldn’t see anything, Eros’s wings were covering her, she couldn’t see, she couldn’t hear. All she could feel was Adrien’s-no…Eros’s magic trying to transform her, make her surrender to his power. Become what he wanted her to become. The intense feeling of his love was like a noose around her neck, suffocating and sweet. Oh god it was so sweet and warm and it…She was suffocating, she needed air but if she desired air she would have to give in.

Marinette tried to claw at the golden armor of her lover-no! Her friend! He wasn’t her lover! He was her friend! He made that clear that he wasn’t in love with Marinette!

Yes he is, you can have his love if you just give in

Her fingers pulled and scraped against the metallic metal as Eros squeezed tighter, his golden armor shining as bright as the sun. She can feel Adrien’s breath, he’s chuckling, he waiting.

Waiting for her to stop fighting and just surrender

Marinette lets out a muffled cry as another wave of love slams into her, his feathers so soft and comforting, so tempting to just surrender and see the sun again.

He is the sun, you can see him again if you just stop fighting

“Adrien please.” She begs, his wings shift, becoming tighter as he buries his face into her hair. “Please, let me go…Adrien!”

Marinette can’t tell which Miraculous is being used, Juliation, Passion, Pretension? It’s strong, familiar, it might be Diazzi or Ziggy. Orikko could work to but he can’t do anything with love for those concepts belonged to others.

“Adrien, you have to let go! Please! You’ve been Akumatized, this isn’t what you want!” She tries to pull his real self out, but the wings fold in more, Adrien’s head shifts from his place in her hair.

You are what he wants, just give him what he wants, he just wants you

As she struggled Marinette could remember how quickly Adrien had given into Monarchs control, one minute Lila had been whispering something to him, the Akuma sank into his ring and the next he was Eros, flying high into the sky and the diving down, grabbing Marinette and trapping her in his wings.

He learned the truth, he knows you love him, he loves you too…so why fight when he knows?

Marinette couldn’t breathe

He’ll be your oxygen, just give in

Marinette couldn’t see

He’ll be your eyes, just give in

She wanted it to stop!

She needed it to stop! She had to transform! She had to save him!

You can save him by loving him

No! She needed to get out! She needed to-

“Marinette please…just give in…just let me love you the way you did all those years ago”

His voice is the same but it’s weak, it’s vulnerable, it’s needy…it’s full of love.

She gives in

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Marinette intakes her first breath of air, her vision reappears as the soft wings gracefully open up, she feels lighter. Eros’s wings flair out revealing the world around them has changed, it’s prettier and softer. Marinette feels dizzy for a few seconds as he sees the rest of her legs transformed. Her pants and slippers gone as a light pink dress replaces her original clothes.

“There we go, isn’t that better? It feels good to give in rather than fight it.” Adrien chuckles as he looks down at Marinette, his face beaming brightly almost as bright as his halo that resides on his head.

Marinette doesn’t say anything as her conscious is drowned by the loving feeling.

Eros smiles and holds her tight.

“I love you Marinette.”

“Say you love me too”

Marinette gives in.

“I love you too…Adrien.”

Eros has found his Psyche and he doesn’t plan on letting her go.

He’ll make sure she stays

[certified-trinket]

smiles menacingly. okay so. taking ideas but i have a rough idea of whats gonna happen basically its post-portal 2 but for silly reasons wheatley is still in aperture (hes probab;y going to give shity relationship advice to chell and glados (they will both take it to heart)) its been a while (at least a few years) since the ending and aperture is actually back to a functioning science facility (people!! some cores are functioning again!!) and theyre hiring. youll never guess who waltzes into glados's chamber one day becuase she got hired as her technician..

[thisisnotkitty]

omg what would ness and mike’s first date be?!

im SO GLAD you asked

-i think that mike would want to take ness to a fancy restaurant but a) ness already works at a diner so mike’s worried that he wouldn’t want to eat out and b) do u really think mike can afford that lmao

-mike is probably freaking out about this w vanessa meanwhile vanessa’s like “im sure he’d love to go anywhere with you” and mikes like “okay but that’s not helpful WHERE should we go”

-the thing is mike wants to make sure that its a very special date. they’ve technically gone out before but usually with abby third wheeling. ness doesn’t mind and mike adores his little sister but he also kinda wants some alone time with his boyfriend okay?

-he does some research and there’s a historical museum a little ways out so on a day where vanessa can take care of abby and ness has a day off he takes them there

-ness doesn’t know where they’re going. mike insisted on planning the date by himself and just told ness it’d be a surprise

-lo and behold DINOSAUR MUSEUM

-(i tried to do research and if we’re taking the movie to be set in montana this museum is there and apparently has “one of the largest collections of dinosaur archeological remains” woahhh)

-ness is absolutely SPEECHLESS so mike thinks he doesn’t like it at first so he’s scrambling to make it better lmao

-hes all “it was a stupid idea, sorry. if u want we can just explore what they have around here im sure there’s like a coffee shop or something” and ness is like “mike for the love of god please shut up I LOVE IT”

-they go in and have a BLAST

-ness bc he definitely went through a dinosaur phase. he’s pointing at different models and telling mike all about them and what time period they were from etc etc

-mike is having a great time just listening to ness. does he know whats going on? no. could he tell u the difference between a velociraptor and an oviraptor? absolutely not. but he loves hearing ness talk so he’s more than happy to smile and listen.

-when they reach the giftshop he has to physically hold ness back from buying like 20 plushes thought lmao

-when ness is turned away sulking mike buys him one. he doesn’t know anything about dinosaurs and couldn’t tell you the names of any of them but he noticed ness getting particularly excited at this one exhibit so he took note of the frills around the dinosaurs neck and picks that one out of the plushes (its a dilophosaurus bc i personally think they’re cool)

-he also buys a coloring book for abby

-ness LOVES IT and then he shows mike that he also secretly bought something from the gift shop !

-its a keychain bc he knows mike’s kinda a sentamentalist and like to keep small memorabilia of things so he figured he’d want something to remember the date by and ness is like “do you like it?” eyes shining with anticipation

-mike, trying desperately not to cry: yeah

-suddenly ness is like OH! and scares mike out of his socks

-ness pulls out a puzzle from his bag and is like “this is for abby!” and mikes like “how am i so lucky” rahhh

-ness takes great care of his new plush and always gently places him in the middle of the bed once he makes it. (the first time mike comes over and sees it he tears up and ness teases him about it)

-mike also carries the keychain everywhere he goes (once he thought he lost it and made a mess turning the house upside down to try to find them. turns out abby had just borrowed the keys to open up something (she couldnt find the scissors) and forgot to put them back lmao)

sooo much brainrot i love them sm please keep sending prompts to feed the brainworms

[ya-zz]

Ramattra Drabble

“Your usual?”

“My… usual?”

The omnic then proceeds to recite your drink order, ingredient by ingredient, size and temperature. Exactly the way you liked it.

He remembered. While yes he knew all the drinks and bakes, everything on the menu, he remembered your order specifically.

“Yes, my usual.”

When the airy laugh escapes you, his circuits warmed and he immediately went to prepare your order. He memorised your schedule too. You’d always be there in the morning and then roughly the same time in the evening.

“There you are.” He hands the cup over to you. “This one is on me.”

“Oh!” The gesture, while sweet, was surprising. “Thank you,” you glance at his name badge, “Ramattra.”

“My pleasure.” His tone was light, friendly. He tilts his head as if to mimic a smile. “Have a good day.”

You nod in response with a gentle smile. “You too!”

Ramattra watches you leave the building, already anticipating your return in the coming hours.

[marvelousmisterstark]

Chosen has Fallen

Cyllene watches the young man, and he watches right back. 

There’s a caution in his amber eyes, eyes much too old for the sixteen year old who bears them. He watches her like she’s the enemy. Watches her like he’s waiting for her to lash out. Watches her like she’s a ghost. 

Like she’s familiar.

Even if she wanted to, his beast of a Pikachu would kill her before she had the chance. 

At first glance, Cyllene had been sure the boy had a Raichu draped over his shoulders. A Raichu that looked so at home wrapped around this human. The beast was massive, and dwarfed Akari’s Pikachu as if it was a Pichu. The two didn’t even seem to be the same species. 

This Pikachu was a hulking, narrow-eyed, scarred thing, battle wounds worn like the stars Cyllene so seldomly bequeathed. Old, odd red scars burned a long-healed pattern into its flesh, circles with branching lines situated on its forehead and stomach. The fur on its tail had been worn away over time, now a razor’s edge raised in warning.  

Its cheeks sparked red with cursed lightning. 

The boy wasn’t much better. 

His flimsy clothes did nothing to hide the array of old injuries; lacerations, burns, gouges, bites, and a particularly harsh lichtenberg figure that carved through his right palm and up his arm. 

How could this boy bear all the brutality of Pokémon and still treat this monstrous Pikachu as a brother? How could he be so calm with Laventon’s three research subjects so lovingly wrapped around his legs, or cradled in his arms? 

Cyndaquil’s flames could erupt without warning, scorching the boy’s leg in seconds. 

Oshawott could take its scalchop and slash through his achilles tendon, crippling him without a thought.

Rowlet was so close to his throat, it could tear through the skin and muscle and vasculature and there’d be no time to save him. 

Instead of fear, the boy's cautious expression would deepen to sadness when he looked at them. Standing there like these beasts were old friends.

He stood there like his life wasn’t in the hands of others.

Cyllene was wary.

This boy falls from the sky, no word on his origins or how he came to be here, just that he had Fallen from Heaven’s Fracture. 

This was an omen, she knew. An omen for better or for worse, and it was up to her to decide if Jubilife Village’s fate would rest on his shoulders. Give this Fallen free range over her home and risk the sky’s wrath? Or cast him out, and risk forsaking the cure so mercifully proffered?   

In the end, she could only test him. 

And in the end, she could only show Ashura his new home.

[cringywhitedragon]

A little contribution to the DM fandom and some overall Grucy stuff

I’ve had this idea for a short little oneshot fic but for some reason idk why but I have a little headcannon that Lucy sometimes has the occasional nightmare about how she lost her parents.

Her nightmares are usually the kind where you just wake up in a cold sweat or squirm around from until you realize it was all a dream.

The first time this happened with Gru around was a bit of a surprise to the former villain not long after the two had just been married. She had one of those where she woke up in a sort of cold sweat, startling a half-awake Gru who was quite worried.

Lucy tried to laugh it off that it was nothing but eventually gave in and explained to Gru what that was about.

Let’s just say the aftermath was a very sweet little (non-smutty, just wholesome) cuddling session as the two finally went to sleep that night,

[cupowhale]

This was a side project that I had going for a little bit, but this is a scenario in the splatoon2 octo expansion type of deal

But this is a traditional piece done by color pencils and pen!

(Might’ve gotten inspired to write about this, so look out for it)

[ftmsteveraglan]

rewatched scream and i can't stop thinking about giving william afton a murder husband. like, if there's one thing i enjoy more than dominant william, it's lapdog william who only bows to his partner

[biglittlesplashes]

I wonder what happened in between the events of The Final Problem and The Mystery of the Midnight Circus to lead to Moriarty and Holmes fucking through chess in their minds.

The below is what I think might have happened.

I am imagining that Moriarty survived somehow. Had a change of heart or something. Then he sent Holmes an unsigned letter with a chess move written on it and they played chess/ cat and mouse with Holmes trying to figure out who was playing chess over the mail with him. And in the background there was a massive drop in crime in London and the police started getting scarily accurate tips.

They started actually corresponding and then at one point Moriarty was like "surprise I'm actually your old crime lord rival and I'm not dead but I've had a change of heart and have been helping the cops.

And they sort of started fucking I guess, there was probably no romantic love attached just the fact that Holmes felt there was someone else on his level