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*the Marauders after they mess up shit*
McGonagall: I- I'm at a loss for words!
Sirius, narrating: Despite being at a loss for words, Minerva continued to yell at us for the next hour.
#funny#marauders era#incorrect marauders era#incorrect marauders textposts#marauders#minerva mcgonagall#minnie mcgonagall#sirius black#mischeif#sirius being sirius#hilarious#harry potter#maruders#mischeif managed
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No you don't understand. I need late stage Fives&echo&ahsoka mischeif. I need an echo that has been blown up, shot, turned into a biological computer component, and then back into a man. And frankly just doesn't give a shit anymore.
AND Fives that's been an actual Ori'vod for a minute now and the weight of responsibility and leadership have shaped him. But whose also spent the better part of this war being General Skywalker's go to ARC and has developed a suspicious proficiency in covert infiltration and talking shit to his jedi.
AND Ahsoka who has similarly been shaped by time and tragedy. Who has been raised in the belly of the war and for all of her past maturity is actually grown now. Who can take on pirates and gangster and bounty hunters like it's nothing. Who cripples drug trades like it's a tuesday and never knows where the next mission will take her.
They're all so alone in the galaxy. Settled in themselves in a way they weren't before. When they had each other to lean on. I need the Fives who manages to make his way to the other side of the galaxy and into a room alone with the chancellor and the Echo whose so chaotic his teammates follow the explosions to find him, and the Ahsoka whose walked through camps of Mandalorians both as a friend and a foe. I need them together. Don't you get it???
They are siblings in the most spiritual sense. There is something in their hearts that beats the same. A steadiness in the storm. A drive that is unmatched by anyone else. And i know they found it in each other, once when it was still young and unsure. And I just need them to see it in each other again.
#ughggh#having feelings tonight#ahsoka tano#arc trooper fives#arc trooper echo#they really are the siblings of my verse#at least the ones of the same generation
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With that enlarge spell, what if he also got some sort of strength potion (maybe via gorgug) and now he's tall, and can put people in air jail too?
"Where's Fabian?" Gorgug asked as Riz slid into his eat across from him at the cafeteria table, the rogue shrugging and depositing Fabians bag on the bench beside him.
"I think he's gone home sick? He dipped half-way through his fighter classes and booked it to the bathroom. He didn't even come back for his bag and when I went looking for him he was gone." Riz dug his crystal out of his pocket, checking to see if the Fighter had replied to his text asking where he was and finding nothing.
"Huh thats... weird for him. Do you need a ride this afternoon to go drop it off at his house? I'm assuming you weren't able to bike to school today because of..." Gorgug gestured at their rogue, the goblin currently double his usual height due to Ayda practicing a modified enlarge spell on him the previous day. Riz's bike was goblin sized, though he only ever tended to use it if his mom wasnt able to drop him off at school before work or her classes. He'd actually had to catch the bus today, which was a novel experiance in itself since he could actually reach the safety bars for once. "Yeah if you can, he's not answering his texts and I want to check on him." Riz grinned, putting his crystal back in his pocket and leaning across the table. "More to the point, did you get the thing. I know you had a couple leftover from the last batch i gave you." Gorgug glanced around the room before reaching into his own backpack, sliding Riz the can across the table in a way he hoped was subtle. It was not but nobody in their school could give half a fuck about people having ever so slightly illegal strength potions in their possession.
Riz's eyes practically sparkled with mischeif as he took the potion, cracking the tab and downing it quickly before his other friends could join them in the caffeteria. The can getting crushed up into a small ball and shoved in his pocket so he could dispose of the evidence later.
"Why did you need it? You're not planning to get into a fight with anyone are you?" Gorgug gave Riz a worried look, the goblin had been a little bit keyed-up since his size change and it was starting to worry him. He wasnt sure if it was some kind of side effect of the spell Ayda had used or if Riz was always this manic but it was usually tempered by caution because of his height.
"Oh, Kristen has been picking me up and trapping me in air jail for weeks for no reason. I figured it was time for some payback since I've got the chance now." Riz wiped his mouth on his sleeve, giving Gorgug a grin which showed off his sharp teeth. Gorgug had to admit that it was a lot more intimidating when Riz was nearly the same height as the rest of them (and it was plenty intimidating when he was tiny too, they all knew exactly what those teeth could do when he was pissed off).
It didnt take long for the girls to join them, Riz slipping under the table to hide before he was spotted and sneaking around to get behind them. Somehow his stealth hadnt suffered at all even with the added height and he managed to get right up behind Kristen and grab her without being noticed. Their cleric yelping as she was lifted up off the ground and suspended a good foot off the ground in their rogues outstretched arms in a decent facimile of what she usually did to him.
He kept her trapped like that for the entirity of their lunch break, Fig snickering as she had to feed Kristen her lunch while she dangled in Riz's outstretched arms.
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Getting rid of gloom
This is a Bleach Tickle fic, so if that's not ur thing then just. Yk don't read.
It's very late when i'm finishing this, so it might be a bit messy, but I had to get it out of my brain. It's based on the scene where the screenshot above came from^^^ Renji was so goddamn teasy I just had to.
SPOILERS FOR SOUL SOCIETY ARC (And slight for the Bount Arc)
Lee!Ichigo Kurosaki, Ler!Renji Abarai
Tickles, swearing below!!
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Everyone was shocked as to how they hadn't noticed the gloom practically radiating off of their tough-guy redhead before Ganju pointed it out. It was true, the negative spiritual energy was practically flowing off of him in waves, it was almost suffocating.
Ganju made breif eye-contact with Renji before grabbing Ichigo, loudly proclaiming he was going to cheer him up and asking if there was a place to do so. Urahara's eyes shone with mischeif as he opened the the hatch to the secret, underground training facility underneath his shop.
Ichigo opens his mouth to protest, but before he is able to string a sentence together he is knocked out of his body by Rukia. He lets out a small squeak when both Ganju and Renji each reach around one of his arms and start dragging him toward the now open hatch, protesting with multiple "Hey- come on!"s and "Guys can't we talk about this?"s in an exceedingly nervous tone.
The next thing he knows he's being thrown down the long shaft leading to the training grounds, letting out a (very manly) screech of fear. He unceremoniously tumbles to the floor when he lands, swearing as he sits up and dusts himself off, cursing both Ganju and Renji for not giving him more time to prepare.
The two other men follow shortly after, conveniently climbing down the ladder that they'd denied him the luxury to try and use.
"Haha! Oh man, nice style Ichigo!" Renji laughs at the younger boy covered in dust.
"Oh shut up!" Ichigo retorts, brushing himself off with embarrasment.
What proceeds can only be described as porovoking a sleeping bear, with Ganju having to leave to help Hanataro at the general store, leaving Renji to provoke Ichigo back into his old fearless self.
Eventually with an especially hard hit from Renji's released Zabimaru and a comment about Ichigo being a coward, Ichigo's spiritual pressure increases rapidly as he remembers that he doesn't need to worry about winning or losing, he *will* win, there's no other option.
Renji smiles as he sees the explotion of spiritual pressure and the fire reignited in Ichigo's eyes. However, he wavers as Ichigo starts walking towards him, seemingly being fully ready to fight Renji to his very last. Thankfully, he was just back to being good ol' Ichi.
Hours pass as the clashes between Zabimaru's and Zangetsu's honed spiritual pressures lessen in frequency, their two wielders eventually collapsing next to eachother on the ground, heavily panting.
"Hey, Ichigo."
"*huff* Yes?"
"So... you *were* scared of that guy, huhh?~" He smirks, teasing Ichigo about his earlier freakout as he pokes the grumpy teenager in the side with Zabimaru's hilt.
"Gh- I was *not* scared! I was just being **realistic**" He huffs, twitching at the poke to his side, sitting up and batting the offending hilt away.
Renji's smile grew sadistic as he saw the young redhead practically jump away from the hilt.
"Oh, Ichigo~!" Renji sing-songed, creeping up behind the grumpy boy.
"What IS it, Renji-" Said boy cuts himself off the moment he sees the lieutenant's mischevious smile, instantly recognizing the glint in the other's eye. It seems Renji has discovered one of Ichigo's best kept secrets: He is extremely ticklish, stupidly so, and this is a fact that Ichigo hides from anyone and everyone, as he finds it extremely embarrassing and childish.
He'd even managed to keep it from his dad and sisters, they think that he stopped being ticklish shortly after their mother died.
Yet, here he was, exhausted from hours of relentless sparring and a, now forgotten, sense of anxiety and dread. He found himself unable to cover up the twitches from the tickly pokes Renji delivered with Zabimaru's hilt.
Before he could get a chance to prepare himself, Renji pounced, effectively pinning Ichigo's back to the ground, and he wastes no time digging into Ichigo's sides as he straddles the squirming boy's waist all while grinning like a kid in a candy store.
Normally Ichigo would've easily been able to kick Renji off, but the exhaustion mixed with a need for escapism has tanked Ichigo's physical strenght, not to mention Renji had lots of raw physical power himself.
"GAH-!! R-Renji! Get oho- Off!" The usually stoic teen's face had flushed a nice shade of pink and he was desperately pushing down the giggles bubbling up to the surface.
"Pfft- no way man! I had no clue you were ticklish!" Renji scoffs, relishing in making the normally stoic boy crumble to just a few touches. (It was also good revenge as he had just gotten his ass handed to him by Ichigo while sparring- though he'd never admit Ichigo won.)
"I'm nAHT!" Ichigo's voice breaks as a laugh almost sneaks to the surface, colouring the tips of his ears a dusty pink.
"Oh? You're not?~" Renji hums as he raises a single eyebrow at the teen who seemed ready to burst by this point, goofy grin and eyes crinkled with joy.
"Ex-aHA- actly! So you can qUIhit ihIHIT-! SHhhIHIT!" Ichigo swears as Renji slowly crawls up toward the boy's ribs, meticulously rubbing circles to get both on and between each rib, driving the poor guy up the wall.
"Hah! Well you seem pretty frickin' ticklish to me!" He smirks teasingly, leaning in closer to the flustered teen's face while narrowing his eyes.
"DahHamn it! Ihi'm gohoing to kill yoHOU, bAhastard!" He threatened, though it was very much empty, and not very threatening coming from a guy whose face is slowly matchinh the colour of a tomato.
"Hey, where else are ya ticklish?" Renji removed his hands from the teen's ribs, keeping them in a claw shape while hovering over the other.
"Wh- why would I tell you That!?" Ichigo (very manly) squeaked out, never breaking eye-contact with Renji's hovering hands while tugging on his own, which had been pinned under the older man's knees.
Renji looked at Ichigo's face, and when he realized what Ichigo was looking at he experimentally wiggled his fingers, and watching as Ichigo's mouth was warped into a wobbly smile and a blush dusted over the boy's cheeks and ears.
"No way..." Renji smile grew as he realized he could have a lot of fun with this new information.
"What th-the hell do you meAH-" Ichigo screeched as Renji shot his hands toward his sides, but after multiple seconds of giddy waiting the ticklish shocks never came, and as he opened his eyes he's met by Renji's stupid smirk and his hands hovering just above his waist.
"Ihi- AhEM. I'm going to kill you, Renji, I sweAAHA-!" He blushes as he realized what Renji had done, and the smug bastard cut him off by digging his thumbs into Ichigo's hips, causing said boy to gasp and buck before falling back into franically kicking his legs.
"Oho man, the others are going to looove this!" Renji laughed along with Ichigo who had now given up on trying to throw Renji off of him and had his head thrown back with laughter.
"Dohon't you dahare tehell them! Ihi'm gohoing to mahake your lihife a living hehe-AH!" Both boys stop in their tracks at the sudden loud noise the laughing boy let out, and as Renji tries to understand what caused a reaction like that, he realizes his hand was resting on Ichigo's thigh.
Turns out he had squeezed the grumpy teen's thigh as he tried to readjust himself to get easier access to the redhead's waist.
"Renji. Renji don't you fucking dare." Ichigo tried to give said man the sternest look he could, but given he was smiling with suspense and his face was covered in a deep blush, that didn't have much affect other than making Renji want to wreck him.
"Well, now i have to! Sorry not sorry, Ichigo!"
He snickered at the boy's face as he reached back with his hands and started squeezing up and down, immediately throwing the boy into hysterical laughter.
Ichigo throws his head back with laughter, a crimson red bleeding to his neck and ears, and small tears prick the corners of his eyes.
"gYAHAHA! NAHAHA- REHENJI YAHAH- STAHHAHAHAP-! IHI CAHANT- PLEHEAHASE!" Upon hearing Ichigo plea for mercy, he finally lets up and gets off of the breathless boy, letting him breathe and curl into a ball of phantom-tickles and giggles. Seeing him like that, a goofy smile on his face and eyes scrunched up in joy, reminded Renji that the 'Tough' Ichigo was still just a teenage boy, and a small pinch of fondness overcame his heart before being drowned out by the hilarity of the whole scene. The 'tough-guy' farce Ichigo had carefully crafted was completely gone, instead there was a flustered and (totally not happy) smiley boy covered in dust from his previous kicking.
And hey, now Ichigo was back to his- albeit flustered- grumpy self, the anxiety he had earlier is now completely forgotten!
He was so telling Ganju and Rukia later. Maybe even Urahara.
(Extra scene)
Ichigo laughed as Renji grumbled at the bitterness of coffee, something the lieutenant had apparently never heard of before. He saw his opportunity to take revenge when Rukia commented on the lack of depression Ichigo now had.
"Yeah, took a lot of..convincing, but he came around eventually!" Renji added a few wiggly fingers in the air for some extra effect, and relished in the brilliant red that took over Ichigo's face.
"Hey! It wasn't that big a deal!" Ichigo huffed, trying to refute Renji's teasy comment.
"Oh?~" Renji leaned over to Ichigo with a smirk and drummed his fingers on the tabletop, and sure enough the teasing along with the wiggly fingers made Ichigo flush even redder.
"D-don't give me that look!" He indignantly squeaked as he looked away.
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Guys. Lee!ichigo is my fuxking blood rn. He's just so easy to tease.
Tags: @nataliewritez , @duckymcdoorknob the ppl who make me wanna write :]
#lee!ichigo#lee!ichigo kurosaki#ler!renji#ler!renji abarai#bleach#bleach tickles#bleach tickle#bleach tickle fic
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Disney Crossover Headcanons #1
Peter Pan and Taran ADORE pulling pranks and causing mischeif together, much to everyone's [especially Captain Hook's] chargin. Hiro will also join in the chaos as well, much to Tadashi's horror.
Jim Hawkins [Treasure Planet] and Milo Thatch [Atlantis] are big brother figures towards Taran. They help teach him various subjects, like history, alchemy, Atlantean culture, and solar surfing [though Jim makes sure Taran knows not to go into any dangerous areas to prevent him from getting into the same trouble he went through].
Despite being from the medieval times, Taran is amazing at video games! He especially loves Dragon's Lair, The Legend Of Zelda, Pokemon, and the Mario Party games. His favorite Mario Party stratagies are to play as Luigi and try to win by doing nothing [which he somehow manages to achieve most of the time] or play completely randomly. Taran is also good at soccer. Not so much baseball, as he is rather clumsy.
Dallben, Merlin, and Yen Sid have a wizard's council group and discuss various issues plaguing the Disneyverse and Toontown in general.
The Blue Fairy, The Fairy Godmother, Flora, Fauna, Merryweather, and the Neverland fairies also have a concil for fairies, though it's more about helping people and helping people achieve their dreams/wishes.
Donald and Daisy adopted Chicken Little.
Milo and Kida run a support group for obscure/underrated/forgotten Disney characters.
Oswald adopted Jack from Laugh O Grams.
The Disney characters are good friends with the Muppets, but dread whenever Wilkins comes over due to his sadism, although they find it funny when Mortimer gets affected.
Despite their studios' IRL rivalries, the Disney characters get along and are friends with characters from almost every studio, even Dreamworks and Warner Brothers. However, everyone hates Dingo Pictures due to their cheapness, creepiness, and generally being rip-offs.
Taran is a HUGE fan of Supermarionation shows, especially Thunderbirds, Stingray, and Captain Scarlet and has gotten the other Disney characters obsessed with the shows as well. Hiro's favorite Supermarionation shows are Supercar and Joe 90. Needless to say, when the Disney characters actually got to meet the Supermarionation characters during a special event, Taran was SUPER EXCITED.
Instead of watching horror movies on Halloween, everyone instead watches Peppermint Park, Beat City Kids, and Dingo Pictures, as those are far scarier.
#disney#the black cauldron#big hero 6#peter pan#treasure planet#atlantis the lost empire#mickey and friends#too many to tag#headcanons#supermarionation#thunderbirds#captain scarlet#stingray#oswald the lucky rabbit
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☆ Oc-Tober Day 6 // PERSONALITIES
I was unsure if I really wanted to just do 1 oc, so I just decided to do multiple for it! These will consist of all my current Ring Of Satyr main gods!
Going from top left down to bottom right, we have: Lord Embry (Wrath/Pride), Liege Vampbry (Greed/Deceit), Monarch Fatebringer (Fear/Idolatry), Lady Cephabry (Lust/Envy), Cynder (Limbo/Discord), and Lord Grumbry (Gluttony/Sloth)!
Let's start from the top!!
Lord Embry (He/King) This guy is a, lack for the better words, a big brash bully. He is the ruler of the Wrath and Pride rings, and makes SURE you know he owns the place. He's incredibly egotistical and enjoys messing with people for a quick laugh. Though, if you are to piss him off, he has a temper of a bull, and will absolutely kick your ass. Deep down, though, he's a softie if you catch him in the right way.
Liege Vampbry (They/Xe) They're a stotic one, typically prefering to stay to themselves and focus on their work. They come off cold with their monotone short replies and are quick to pass off anyone attempting to be buddy buddy with them, but they are rather understanding if you are to let them know. They enjoy gardening and fostering animal souls, so if you happen to come down to their level there, you can see the hidden nerd they actually are. Officer worker by day, bio nerd by night.
Monarch Fatebringer (She/It/They) She's.... Interesting. She's a brute, a bully, in a very snarky girlbossy way. She's a bringer of death and typically overlooks a lot of things when it comes to common safety concerns. She'd probably push you off a cliff if you joked about it without a moment's hesitation! She enjoys flaunting off her power most of the time and is always confident in her actions. Additionally, she likes to get into mischeif to see where things go. Lets just say she's... definitely... a lot!
Lady Cephabry (She/They/Jewel) An ABSOLUTE sweetheart! She's all about her femininity, making sure her mane is always in tip-top shape for the perfect occassion, like parties! She's a show girl, a party girl, and loves to flaunt her style. However, she also holds a lot of love for those who she's close with. Her motherly nature makes sure all of her citizens and loved oens are well tended too and accomdated if need be. She can be a bit of a hopeless romantic around pretty ladies and enbies. Though, if you fuck up, then you fuck up, and she isn't afraid to let you know that with a stern talk!
Cynder (He/They/Xe) My persona, but also his own character! An outlier to all the others, being very much a young adult. He's a clumsy, impulsive kid constantly striving to do his best and make it out there. Not all of his decisions are the greatest as they're made on the whim, but he's always quick to try and turn it around to a potentially positive thing! He's a hard worker and may overexert himself from time to time due to his dedication. He can be stubborn, though, and may struggle on some responsibilities due to anxiety and his ADHD.
Lord Grumbry (They/Them) I've sorta described them already, but, might as well again! Grumbry is an absolute gentle giant. They're rather slow with their words and have a difficult time understand more complex operations like technology, but have fun learning stuff nonetheless. They're a sweetheart, happy to cater to those who may need an ear to listen too or just have a hug. They're difficult to annoy... though if you manage too... then... It probably won't be a good day for you. They can bite. Hard.
#oc art#wackywibrdoodles#wackydoodles#bweirdoctober#oc-tober#bweirdoctober 2023#oc: cynder#oc: cephabry#oc: grumbry#oc: embry#oc: fatebringer#oc: vampbry
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bbg hi! i'm too shy to say this from my actual acc but i'm so so so excited for mischeif managed!! looks so cool and i can't wait to meet slytherin prefect gojo. much love 💌
AW THANK YOU SO MUCH <33
i can't wait to share him with you all. so far, i'm only writing chp 2, and he's kind of insufferable and the slowburn is slowburning 😭🙏
#anyways this was so sweet i'm actually melting in a pile of sticky goo if you look close#ily anon you cutie#series: mischief managed ⊹₊⟡⋆#to: sam.
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who is your favorite OC ? and what inspired them?
I now realise how stupid i am. The only ocs i have are infact characters from different stories i have and im not even sure i can consider them ocs and i dont have acces to any good drawings of them or any info i can really give out 😭🤦♀️
Instead, i might as well try and give you a rundown or summary of most of the stories? (Please bear in mind,i am not consistently developing ANY of them, but if you have any questions about any of them, id love to talk sbout my stories 😭)
1) Two countries have been at war for centuries, so long, that neither country really knows why the war started. And of course, an arranged marriage is put forward between the two heirs of either country. William is a cocky boy who's just turned 21 and has a short temper. His parents have always been rather loose raising him, never too strict, yet he's extremely well educated and strong headed and too stubborn for his own good, sometimes. And kioni, a young woman whos about to turn 21 in 3 months ish (random i know) whos just as good politicaly, with a strong stubborn mind and a cold mindless and almost emotionless exterior, raised knowing that her purpose is to fix things. (Her name quite literally means the one who sees and finds things, in swahili, i believe). She was raised tightly with a strict upbringing and firm beliefs of never breaking the rules. Sadly, she will find william loves breaking the rules and will be causing her as much grief as he possibly can.
2) this is already really long im so sorry, a story set in a summer in around the 1890s to 1910s ish, a girl, Florence, goes to live with her grandfather for the summer due to an illness and a doctor prescribing her fresher air. Her grandfather is extremely superstitious and weary, however also comical, and his carer, a young boy her age, also sticks around. They gain a friendship however things quickly go wrong as more and more supernatural things begin to happen in the town. He grandmother's old notebook has secret messgaes in invisable ink? There's a monster in the woods? She's not allowed out past a certain time because of her grandfathers superstion? Somethings wrong, and they quickly find that it puts them in increasing danger as the summer progresses
3) an actually modern set story of a band group slowly gaining poularity and producing music (yes, i do write songs for this group). Consisting of elliot. Leon, charlie, madelyne and sehrish (sometimes nicknamed sol or helios..?) (Yeah there all pretty queer dw the gay is everywhere) they also, at some point have anothe member join, rather than a band member however, daniel, becomes a sort of bodyguard to the band, since leon, the dedicated manager, cant balance everything on his plate. His origin story is pretty interesting of how he joined the band ;]
4) this one is about a pirate crew, who accidentslly catch a mermaid and, after she charms the crew, decide to let her stay or more accompany them. The mermaids name is Marín and she bonds with all the crew, and as they travel and cause mischeif, they become a sort of family (thse last two sre kinda slice of life storys i supose with no set plot points ig..?)
5) a young history teacher is moving to a new house at the srart of the summer, she bought it because she was so invested in all the history behind it, (thought i was being funny when i came up with that) but once she discoveres a portrait shes no longer herself, now shes the wife of a man in the 1920s with an extremly large extended family. Their rather well off, but she has to learn how to grasp her new life and come to terms with the fact that this may be who she is. Her husband and their family have secrets though, and overtime she discovers herself, that the character shes playing, also has secrets, and she finds she has the memories of this woman aswell as her own, though when she tries to recall them, she cant, only being able to recall them when the informstion is needed..
6) Another modern story. However, this story is set with supernatural characters and magic! Our main character is a wearwolf, alfie, who is the owner of a pub that is a sort of refuge for other mythical creatures travelling or who live local. Their is a magicbarrier however thst forbids humans from entering to make it a truly safe place. He encounters a vampire on a few odd occasions, and they tease each other with snarky comments and promises to find a waxhother. Eventually the vampire, akarus, realises hes trying to find the weawolf, when in reality hes not moving from the local town, and they move in together and become friends and sort of co oweners of the pub! (Another sort of slice of life, i think..?)
I wanna say thats all of them..? Im so sorry for the long post but heres a sort of run down of all the story ideas i have..? Go ahead and ask about any of them id love to give people more info about them, and hell maybe it'll give me an excuse to start actually writing them properly who knows but here, im so sorry 😭
#i dont know what im doing#im tired#<3#i hope this awsners the question..?#my personal stories#none of them have names yet#which is usless#:3#my ocs#personal characters#ask citrus#ask pome#wearwolf#vampire#mystery#slice of life#different historical settings#i hope people like this#or are possibly interested#im so sorry for the long post#and my horrid ability at not being able to awnser questions#or spell#😭😭😭
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kiss me before you go
gojo x wife!reader pt. 2
have you ever gotten everything you ever wanted? no. but i once got very close.
pt. 1 , pt. 3
note | I've rewritten this 7 times...and I still don't like how it turned out 😭
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“Megumi.”
You greeted the teen as he fell in step with you as you traversed the hallway. Any other day, the boy will be going on a mission with his classmates. However, it seems like he has gotten a day off.
“Y/n-sensei.”
You smiled slightly. You remember when you first met him. It was at breakfast after your wedding night. You both were sitting at the dining table. His face was neutral while your’s was smeared with tears.
“So, you’re G-“
“Don’t call me by his last name,” but when you looked at the boy, you did feel a tinge of regret. You didn’t mean to snap at him like that, “just please… call me y/n.”
The boy nodded and introduced himself as Megumi, and from that day on you both have become sort of friends. At least, he was the only human being around you that didn’t kiss the ground that Gojo walked on.
“Sensei?”
“What is it?”
“Can you train me today?”
You glanced at him. Usually that stuff would be handled by Gojo, “sure,” you decided not to question it.
Though, even as you knocked Megumi on his ass for the tenth time that day, you did start to get a little curious. And Megumi seemed to sense that curiosity just fine.
“Well,” you said as you helped him up, “unless you’re trying to figure out how to fall gracefully, you haven’t exactly been learning anything. I can tell your mind is elsewhere.”
Megumi sighed as he dusted himself off, “I guess I’m just wondering about something myself.”
“Like what?”
“You and Gojo.”
Your face was quick to contort into something bordering on annoyance making Megumi smile ever so slightly.
“What about him,” you managed to mutter.
“I guess I’m just wondering why you two don’t like each other…”
“And why are you wondering about it now? Why didn’t you question it when you were younger?”
“Because I saw how Gojo acted with you in that sushi restaurant. He seemed like a normal husband then, as for why I didn’t question it then… well, my dad already walked out on me. I guess I just didn’t want to say anything to you because I didn’t want you to leave like he did.”
As he was talking, you did pick up on one thing immediately. Gojo hasn’t told the kid that he killed his dad.
The second thing…
“You know, at one point I thought Gojo was the one. We knew each other throughout school, went on missions together, but we never dated. We didn’t even know our clans were setting us up on an arranged marriage.”
“If you two were friends, then what changed?”
“A loss of freedom.”
Megumi frowned at that, “what do you mean?”
“When we first got the news. I was ecstatic. I was going to marry my friend who I’ve always had feelings for. But, unlike me, it had the opposite effect on Gojo. He started avoiding me, acting colder. Even on our wedding day he acted like marrying me was even worse than fighting a cursed spirit. It was then that I realized what was truly happening. He didn’t have a choice anymore, and I ruined that for him. If I fought with my parents, begged them to reconsider, then I imagine Gojo would be free man right now…”
You smiled at that before turning your attention back to Megumi, “understand now?”
“Have you ever gotten anything you wanted, sensei?”
You mulled over the question, and even thought back to when you would see Gojo smile so genuinely at you. How he would hold your hand without his infinity as a barricade. How he would lean into you and whisper in your ear something funny and you both would laugh at the joke whilst everyone else was unaware. Or at how he confessed that he really loved-
“No. But I once got very close.”
“Y/n.”
You turned your head to see principal Yaga.
“Yes?”
“You have a mission.”
“Understood,” you looked to Megumi, “don’t miss me for too long. I’ll be sure to come back and wipe the floor with you again.”
Megumi shook his head at you, “right. Be safe, sensei.”
“No promises.”
Even when you left and Megumi was left on the training field, he could tell that you were sad.
"Maybe i shouldnt have brought it up at all."
"Brought up what?"
He felt someone throw an arm over his shoulder causing him to groan internally.
Gojo.
"It's nothing."
"It can't possibly be nothing! Especially since you look like you got the shit beaten out of you!"
Megumi glared at his teacher, but the man only grinned at his student.
"And judging by the cursed energy on you, I'm guessing it was my wife, huh?"
"Yeah..."
"Can't hear you~"
"It was!"
Gojo chuckled lightly at his student's obvious annoyance.
"So, mind telling me why you're sparring with her and not me?"
"I just wanted to ask her a few things was all..."
"Like what?"
Before Megumi could say it wasn't anything important, they were interrupted. Gojo's ringtone was alarmingly loud as it broke through the hanging silence.
Gojo answered it with a groan when he noticed it was Ichiji.
"What is it now? I just got done with a mission-"
"It's y/n! We need- we need backup immediately!"
"I'm on my way."
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And some, pieces, patches, kings
A rispetto sequence
1
It is sair, that’s the likeness the moon-beam dwelling. Born I was a cunning lips daignd to the moonlight doth amid the wings be dead. I
am not in nature self thy tears and milk are unmating to my despite. And some, pieces, patches, kings. Get up, nor merit it.
2
Chloris, that dark as your works will’s his sword upon their heart renewed them like a rocket, which made, good and line that rich in pity of
you. For my life! Into her had a vineyard at Baalhamon; he let out the moon, the loads and feeds his legs are an orchard of yore.
3
Flies on the wood a Piggy-wig stood as much declined his Breast, when I long ages of quince, where it was stown! A rose-garden gay, or
naething here holding the other that in vertue service do, mayest thy Will, ’ and Will’ to boot, and breathe hill: an hour would burst and dies; Ay me!
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Ankle or slack these eyes like a significant myth A soft remember me who designed him. Stained mote vnfolde many acres o’
charmingly flow, since barr’d and life is discreet a Parke I know not well: and seven centuries—of artists dying I heard, they doen lick.
5
Of our fillets fast away, four. We’re laughed at me. And must we be swept stone fence, the sun of all but not lost breeze flew o’er the immutable
crickets only a few friendship’s pledge, my young roes them all your coonskin hat. Where I for senses, lest else this: in pity me?
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And have left hand only peepest? Now by my soul toward sunne in all on paper I remember thy old self-substance. I would die if
she bare; her belly is not worth— compared thus! Have to give this time. Let’s obay safe-smiling because his body in the causeth thee!
7
I am come to the Challenge answer gets renown; Lo! He is star-flowery way, the boy, the whitens at their price is must love
us, I am boundless shoe- string blighted pigeon eggs: at twelve, I met beside him fast. Sicker I hold sword nor good old man deeds.
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Every shee florish long, Perilla! Like a man—the nights are sweet and bow’d their ears. He darkness. Tho when some weekday weather, I am
so state, as I Undying year! That thou hast regrets and Gods great go about the moralising sun, and me, giving workman.
9
In days far-off, on they, yet am I; whose lover’s eyes as when from singing hue, and singen soote, in ev’ry possessing, and stray,
and Stars return’d to flourished a tear. To whom my wine of us verse and active as thou hardly my pleasures, and I the hair smell.
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And murmuring a weanell was a snowflake into his mouth is he fondly presents the cup that is this has already knowest
thou art, if that lace, for an army of the three hour or more, to manage either’s manner of Lebanon. Breaking of the lagoon.
11
Everybody love whose who refused to do, deceive them alone. A small be spoken the liquid prisoned the world. Above one she’s
alone! That full of a confused looking hate. By the tower of Lebanon, my silken twist; ankle or two in my yellow air?
12
In my early youth, forehead, and plight. Can such a rate to through verdurous haunt me as a seal upon him that leaves the World to call
thou shoul’dst be fleeting year! For Mercy, Pity, Peace, and came before the lang! Sees a City full heart raves. Who was plenty in the grave!
13
Come, let’s give birth to mirke. Except where I sleepe, all nature smoothly without a star that dark earth’s features, and when I am, was, and
vitamins. Still, to the Poet blest, get up early to those part,— beautiful; but much to say that loue which one of Loue to the sun.
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I wote ne Hobbinoll, what an Eleventh a Moon—the Mower Damon, behold yon break, to leade? If sike mischeife grasshopper its
prison-bars, court evermore movest underground. And I rose who yet turned a lion’s sleep speakest to me, my Goddess cry’d: o cruel.
15
So that with grief of life-days by emperor and eat his gardens, a well mought this fancys errour breaking slight crawling for mankind’s
least light of thy gift: why she presents less fair, it was vncouth: so lost in sight I would embrace me. Face, forcing each night of two armies.
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So great, good, in what heard his work- day world his whistling thy breast, with tears even—the drops, that beats, a family-likeness, and hearts, sister,
my love, were but understood in the every day tarnished seed, O shining my lament? To walk with gentle worse, too good: but thou dasht?
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Letting Sun I mix, and, once on a ditch doth frame the morning doen hem disguise, the blood where speak, my friendly foe, to make a cherubs
play. Hue, and find him to walk through the spak na, but with a tawdrie lace. Through to sale their earnest lumps of the works her day will pass’d a way!
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Observing the day, to passing with thee. Thou my nudist the blast did not for they’re carest.—The moth of a pomegranates a
nightstand and if between us in a gently bent its tip gum, pungent, clear as the breezes blown do but farther night and cedars.
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Stop, let it seems, had sunk: tis buried deeper from a sunflowers: his labour to reply till he please. Of someone else a cheer that
woman is. More grace of human deeds divided live, and winding sometimes Times iourneys he stars, and as sour leisure gave sweet and green.
20
Wet was to end. ’ Gear ye light’st flames, Spring-time, some into his pastoures howe done, to a roe or a year thy love that reach up the
winter hath made fruit dost bears there’s cot, and are as sudden a passion so; had, having please, and her and feed among, all for him.
21
For laik o’ gear, ye’ll fashionable. To this act of my bodhisattva of nothing here see if the riper should be brief while the soundes
so stunn’d and sung the stormie face of inward sendeth behind there hangs over Endymion’s sleep not in a glass o’ Ballochmyle.
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You are, you like nature’s joy, when the notes, from me hys madding myrrh, and she loved is got up, nor awake unto us waking? Keepers;
everything watery wild, we mortality consumes: I withers even the aisles shouting, endless brown-eyed despairing!
23
At the eight climb, low above, and let us lodge in the things was an old wind, that mind when hey, for thee: I fly, to slack the daughters
of ours between the sun thoughts of the village. They dined on a tremor breast, when I am sick of content; a simple denial.
24
It is Jupiter, my spouse, and yon bonie casten to them reveal’d in cream? I know eternal home; twill nobler wealth breed unrest, pass
and love. Who is my lordly spoken the soundest reason up the tear-drop that mine sank sad assurance to the day, the world, a while.
25
Because of thy high company of the fair. A bed of being pale stream, where comes to the graseth hem many a time, that is my
father counted, and feed in the early from that doen so cased; or any weeping in the evening, healthy men, who taxeth me.
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And scarlet, and cloud hath and Before, and see to soothing rascal to peep in at all must such as out of my yellow kind of waiting
from a sunbeam found the world’s freshened been a straw. Find his past the mortgage was. In leaves hast thy vertue lame; that all the every climb!
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I like supermarket using o’re, and aye she presently? Not the cheat sorow to Niobe did shine more thee? Yes! While it my memories
clothing let’s goe a Maying. Somewhere eternal home; twill not warm, and a day. Why didst implore the fish or to gathered less alone.
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Meet this life enisled, with Daffadowndillies, drop of raine once lost, can it foote. My supply of table, my beloved. New nodule
of Love resinous base. When the grey pale light at a winter cave. And when the me, and clown’s-all- heal, the world was wont of the road.
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And yet I would embracing love to enter, feeling to a home— mother Muses fountain of the night-winged birds sang, all for the fayre
Elisa be you determine what it was my tender his lines of grassy barrows of blame. And strike, for pure immortality.
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Of race of mine no work of my poore name o’ clink, that shall manners? Thine to span; have plugged up in each exuding at its teeth clamping
the World to cozen with us! Go not, all day long, in either’s laps and Derivéd Self make one of Wisdom down into his garden.
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I could convey, and thy early in the Setting in proofe maken and clown’s-all-heal, the lattice. That move that drains the muse hath and Moon
a Year—while it with shepheards beneath the rude world, or else to thy selfe, but being here under the choice in cloth, and now ye: alas!
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RASAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH
hi!! I’m Daylight. Or Toaster. You pick which to use for me.
I’m 19, genderfluid and use any pronouns!!
If you’re here you probably got here from one of my pkmn irl/rotomblr blogs. or. you were here before the cress move. uh. hi!!! sorry.
Most posts will be spontaneous or about pokemon, but I will TRY to talk about my other interests (albeit there is WAY too many to list) you’re probably gonna see me draw a character from one of them before I list it down.
Ongoing/growing list of shit I like, I guess:
Pokemon, MHA/BNHA, Demon Slayer, Splatoon(+Coroika!!), FNAF, Sonic, MLP, JJBA, Danganronpa, Undertale/Deltarune(+The AUs of these), MH+EAH, Steven Universe, The Owl House, Pokemon BW anime (this is its own classification)
POKEMON IRL BLOG LIST (in no actual order with the least serious descriptions I could manage)
1. @watered-cress — the one and only cress himself. The boy. He’s doing horribly.
2. @chili-striaton — Chili. Yeah..
3. @badlydrawnweedshipping — AU Cheren, tw/cw warming for alcohol mentions and addiction!
4. @amnesiac-warden — INGO *explodes*
5. @viridians-yellow — the healerrrrrrr
6. @icebound-cheren — another AU for cheren, this time bro is Elsa.
7. @rival-cheren — silly guy. what could go wrong
8. @trubbish-devotion — oleana. no further context required.
9. @rotten-applin-core — selfoc blog with the fact I took a quiz for what ancestor I was and got cogita somehow.
10. @bldorng-vriesea — Giacomo sibling oc (and partially acting shiny archive unless I’ve put a shiny somewhere else)
11. @opalescentpurple — Opal. The wizardddddd
12. @palossand-archival — natural history organisation blog.
13. @sky-prof-v — magma and aqua blogs pls interact it’d be funny
14. @fiery-star-defense — mela!!
15. @hoenn-league-directs — hoenn league blog. what can I say.
16. @hizuuumi-imuuuzih — the giratina spawn escaped containment and is summoning every shiny that contains the colours yellow and blue in PLA for some reason.
17. @human-plasma — I had a vision but it’s kinda. dead.
18. @lumios-bolts — CLEMON *explodes*
19. @no-1-cacturne-stan — Harley (derogatory)
20. @mariella-rockets — kinda wip?? Sorta?? I’ll get back to her I swear.
21. @mischeif-in-nimbasa — same as above
22. @tyria-bvg — Tyria!! the silly oc. There are no thoughts in her head other than bugs and girls
23. @sacrimora-champ — fakemon region champion.
24. @unovas-living-history — just a handful of my ancestor ocs.. yeah.
25. @smeargle-anon —genuinely shocked that handle wasn’t taken. that has to be a crime.
26. @galactic-phobetor — team galactic 12 y/o with cotards syndrome. dubbed evil allister by my brother for some reason.
27. @circhester-honeydew — heavy headcanon based portrayal of gordie’s sister (featured canonically only in melony’s concept art)
28. @flower-not-of-this-world — faller ver of rhinedottir. heavily headcanon based
29. @ice-typed-yang — faller ver of Chongyun (warning for general confusion)
30. @timid-kieran — au version of Kieran. Absolute goober.
31. @burgh-undy — burgh younger sister oc (chaotic neutral.)
32. @darks-liepard — post Alola Grimsley (same universe as cress.)
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With each roll of her hips his eyes rolled back of his head; the pressure on his throat hieghening the arousal he felt with her tsking such control with confidence. As seconds passed he could see how well she liked this; taking her hands and choking the breathe from him. Under her hands his adams apple bopped, swallowing roughly with a grunt as he felt his cock hit her cervix repeatedly with the motion she took on top of him. “Tighter, ‘m so close.” his hands gripped her wrist, the shaking of her body rocking him so roughly he heard the bed knocking into the wall. Cyril parts his lips in a silent moan and nods eagerly when she tells him he’s her; the possessiveness in her voice making him smile with mischeif and pride..
His lungs burned,head swirling with lightheadedness. His cock brushing up against her g-spot, shivers wracking his spine as her moans and cries were screamed above him. "Ngh—Pai—mngh" he moans nonsensely, none of his words make it through as he’s lost to the utter pleasure of her dominating him. His cock throbs inside of her,every time he met her eyes his head fills with fantasies- her on her knees with his cock in her mouth, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes and his hands fisted in her hair. Her with her hands and feet tied to the bed rails, splayed open for him on sheets. It’s these fantasises he knows that they’ll get up to during vacation. All the fantasies where they wouldn’t have to stifle. The places that they could christen while he put her in all sorts of angles as he fucked her.
As he’s finally able to breathe; his release comes at the same time where he begins tremble in a way he hasn’t before. The strength of his orgasm taking him from his highests, vision slightly dark as if he’s come from the very edge on unconcioudness but manages to come back to concseince with all his nerve endings on fire. He can feel every pump of his cock spurting his seed inside her womb, hand dropping to her hips in his haze as he feels her there. The thought that she’s already pregnany with thier child given the amount of his seed he’s pumped inside her sweet since before the came to thier vacation destination. He knows wants to keep filling her, impregnanting her before the end of their trip. It’s a dirty thing; the desire to breed her.
"That was... incredible," Cy murmured, his voice hoarse. Cyril's hand came up to caress her cheek, his eyes full of adoration. "I can't wait to make you my wife, Paige. To claim you completely as mine." Despite their recent exertions, he could feel desire building again, an insatiable need for his stepsister-turned-lover and soon to be wife. His hands gripped her hips encouragingly. Cyril’s scent mixed with sweat and sex. He was sure that her fingers had the reddened skin of his throat, tracing the marks she had left and he felt nothing but another flood of arousal at the thought. “ I think I liked that game. What about you?” he asked, voice still horse but recovering as the seconds passed. "Promise you'll do it again for me?"
It felt wonderful, to have this much power over him, as her hands wrapped around his throat. Careful not bruise him too much. It truly was indescribable. That Cy would trust her enough to do so, and very intimate. Controlling the amount of air, he was able to breathe was surprisingly enjoyable. Paige was fraught with immense satisfaction as she swiveled her hips, pushing him deeper and deeper inside as he kept hitting her cervix. “Mmm. Cy, baby,” she cooed blissfully with a satiated smile etched upon her features, as her walls clenched around him. “So much lost time. But now you’re all mine,” she stated possessively.
The brunette wasn’t going to last long as her body was wound tight like a violin string, as she undulated her hips chasing her orgasm as her breathing became ragged. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips as her darkened hues gazed into his. His own short, shallow breaths and groans were a heavenly delight to her ears. She wanted to make sure he was comfortable, and his body was certainly telling her so. She hummed contentedly at the way his cock filled and stretched her so deliciously so. It was true. Her body was made for him. They were soulmates and she couldn’t be more ecstatic to be his now fiancée and soon to be wife. God, she never thought it possible. So much love and tenderness overwhelmed her senses. “Mmm, dear brother,” she hummed at the feel of his hand upon her stomach, causing her to grin mischievously.
They were safe despite no barrier between them, as it always heightened their sexual pleasure to the nth degree. Her body was bursting with utmost excitement and burgeoning desire coursing through her veins. “Cy,” she breathed heavily between pants as her eyelids fluttered at the sensations he evoked within her soaked cunt. Having her grip tighten just a little more, studying his features as his cheeks colored. Liking this dominant side of her as no-one had allowed her to have this much power and thrill before. Certainly, a risk he was willing to take with her only made it that much more erotic and downright dangerous. His words ignited the flames inside her as she started to ride him harder, more purposefully.
Paige’s body was overwhelmed with unbearable, intense rapture as she rocked wantonly without abandon on top of him. Her walls spasming around his girth. With her breathing labored as her breasts bounced with each roll of her hips. Sweet sighs and mewls of delight permeated the room. The lower stirrings rising as her body was building with vast pleasure. Her gaze lowered as his digits dug into her creamy flesh. “Oh God, Cy,” she wailed with glee. Finally, she released her grip on his larynx as she felt him expand and release his potent seed inside her warmth. Her walls milking his cock for every last drop as his name falling from her lips like a mantra as her body shook with tremors as the waves crashed over her.
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Mischief Managed.
#me#red#cannababes#cute#cute girls#love#tired#mischeif managed#legs#tall girls#long legs#body positive#fat babe
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- Sirius Black -
When I drink alcohol, everyone calls me alcoholic.
but when I drink Fanta nobody calls me Fantastic.
:'(
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Pls tag me in mischeif managed
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What Remus did and didn’t notice
Sirius and Remus were friends, that’s all. At least that’s what Remus told himself when he caught himself staring at Sirius for too long or when he realised that he was scribbling Sirius’s name across small corners of his study notes when it got too late at night. Sirius and Remus were just friends. Remus forcing himself to focus in class and to not watch Sirius. To not get lost in the way Sirius’s face would light up when he caused the smallest bit of mischief. Remus was so caught up in preserving his friendship with Sirius, he didn’t notice Sirius start pushing the boundaries of their friendship himself. Remus didn’t notice the way Sirius shuffled slightly closer to him whenever they sat next to each other. Remus didn’t notice the way Sirius was already pouring Remus’s glass of pumpkin juice for him without asking. Remus didn’t notice the reason Sirius lost concentration whilst studying was because he was too busy watching Remus himself. Remus did notice however the day Sirius sat down next to him in the library after a particularly rough full moon and slowly slid his hand over to interlock pinky fingers and allow his foot to bump the others slightly. Remus did notice that day how close Sirius sat next to him. Remus did notice how much effort Sirius had put into his hair that day. Remus did then the anxious shaky breathes of Sirius as Sirius’s pinky reached for Remus’s. Remus did notice later that night Sirius’s wild grey eyes getting closer before closing with Sirius’s hand holding his face.
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