#o h nonono

[hollybluberry]

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Tags: @rudolphsb9, anyone in general cus idk who to tag

Found this on Twitter, so I thought, why not posting it here and doing a tag game 😊

Ok, I’ll go first

If he is the reason, I’d go to prison gladly 🥰❤️‍🔥

Tagging: @killerqueen-ofwillowgreen @nic-214 @milkyway-ashes @dr-radiation @whitequeen-ofwillowgreen @sunsetdaydreamer @therockywhorerpictureshow @delicatelyfantasticninja and everyone 😊

Sorry if I forgot to tag some of you!

[justwatchmebloom]

i recently watched cowboy bebop for the first time (i'm late i know i know) and i am not okay

[t4rt4gl14]

Genshin men x reader drink among us potion at three am (not clickbait) (gone sexual)

AMONG US POTION. AT 3AM [ 100% REAL!!! ][ 18+ ]

★[ CHILDE. KAVEH. DILUC. THOMA AND ALHAITHAM !!! ]

★ [ fem!reader. dom!reader. handjob. blowjob. edging. overstimulation. praise. degradation. bondage. blindfolding. cockslapping. toys. nipple play. dacryphilia. aphrodisiac. ]

A/N: it been a month :( BUT IM BACKK >:) i got the juice and personally i LOVEEEE this one defo one of my favs <3

for god knows what reason, you had ordered an ‘among us potion’ which in reality was just a red drink laced with aphrodisiac labelled ‘IMPOSTER’. LETS TRY IT AT 3AM!!

CHILDE.

“alright 3AM among us potion challenge!! drink up childe!”, and with that he swallows the aphrodisiac in one go. unbeknownst to him the funny feeling in his pants begin to swell to the point where it’s just obvious he’s horny. cheeks red, breathe heavy whilst his hips are unable to remain still and to make matters worse your teasing doesn’t help either. sliding your palm under his shirt and down his toned body, rubbing the fabric over his hard cock; he whines out however he moans even louder when your hand dips into his sweatpants and slowly jerk his shaft, “mm a-ah hold on! m’sensitive, feels..o-ohhnn!~”, back slowly arching out as your pace increases.

he closes his eyes and basks in the pleasure, while you bend down to suck on his tip and stroke the rest of his thick length, “m’gonna cum! cumminggg! oohh nghhn c-cumming!~”, childe grabs onto your locks pushing your head down further- forcing the rest of his length down your throat as his cum paints the insides of your mouth a gooey white. poor childe he looks so debauched from a single blowjob </333.

KAVEH.

kaveh stayed up all night just so he could participate in this ‘3AM’ challenge with you! such a sweet s/o, even sweeter when the tears of pleasure stream down his pretty face, the tip of his cock a fuzzy red as the cockring continues to vibrate— i mean he has already orgasmed but the aphrodisiac makes him so sensitive!! why not play with him for a while??, “good boy! it’s okay you can cum for me again, shh shh it’s okayy”, your praise is the only thing keeping him sane; whilst he mewls and cries with his body shaking vigorously, “nonono! c-can’t cum again! mmnghh!~ oh my a-archons t-too sensitive p-please!~”

and so, his second orgasm causes him to scream, hips bucking as the cum shoots from his tip, splattering onto his stomach. chest heaving up and down as a means of catching his breathe; kavehs sure he’s just had the best orgasm he’s ever had in his life. he definitely won’t be opposed to this ‘among us potion’ again ;)

DILUC.

now i’m pretty sure dilucs just playing along for your sake of course but at 3AM he desperately wants to sleep however! it all changes when you pass him a mysterious glittery potion, “trust me, it tastes great!”, so he happily drinks until after a few minutes he starts to feel a familiar feeling his abdomen, burning and needy, cock hard and twitching, nipples yearning for touch. being the lovely s/o that you are you immediately begin unbuttoning his pyjamas and pulling down his trousers. pushing him onto the bed; biting hickeys into his skin whilst stroking his cock, soon snaking your tongue to his nipples, you never expected them to be that sensitive! one lick and diluc whines out, “aah!~ h-hey that’s..!~ mmngh! oohhnn.”

diluc cant help but near to the edge when as you continue lapping at nipples although just as he’s about to cum you stop all movement completely! “gonna c-cum..cummi- huh? hey! i-i was so close y/n…”, you simply told him if he wanted his release he would have to beg. this is embarrassing to diluc however he’s too horny to care. “p-please! let me cum! wanna cum so badly please please!!”, since he begged so nicely you stroked his cock till diluc finally spilt his cum all over your hand, whining and mewling all the while. what a sight to behold <333

THOMA.

oh poor thoma, so innocent :( there should be no reason as to why he’s getting punished right now! his cock an angry red as you continuously slap the tip, and with each slap his entire body twitches with a hoarse mewl, pre cum smearing your fingers and substituting as lube whilst stroking his cute dick. he can barely recall previous events all he remembers is a challenge to do with among us at late night?? his back pressed against your chest, you continuously kiss his forehead as he throws his head back onto your shoulder in ecstasy, hips unable to remain still as he spasms from each slap.

and it’s not long before thoma let’s out a guttural moan, eyes widening, back arching and the tight knot in his abdomen snapping loose; “gonna cum gonna cum! cummingcumming cu-MMING ANNGH AA!! ohmnghh!~”, he’s never ever felt so good, that sweet honey pleasure completely washing over him, who knew slapping his cock would deem such a reaction out of him?

ALHAITHAM.

alhaitham took your challenge lightly as he sat there with his book; casually reading about quantum physics whilst you explain the ‘spooky 3AM imposter challenge’, as you can see he is extremely interested in his book so you quickly gave him the potion and watched him read, observing how he slowly lost focus, how his breathing quickened, a tent forming in his pants; suddenly he shut the book and shyly asked for help whilst looking away and who were you to deny?~ alhaitham lies on his back as you gently tie the blindfold and rope around his wrists, slowly stroking his cock, “what a whore, could barely focus on that book of yours..tied up and toyed with like a slut”, a smile creeps onto your face as your degradation causes his cock to twitch. it’s arousing to see the stoic alhaitham moan and mewl out like a bitch in heat.

you decided to tease him with an onahole, lubing the toy up before plunging his cock inside, the squelches that resonate eggs you on to go faster whilst alhaithams lost in the moment, “feels so good! mngh oh please please please!! wa-nna cum!..g-gonna cum!”, and he finally felt bliss; ejaculating into the onahole as his hips buck up. “mmngh cumming! s-so tight..g-god~..”

[sxulcxtcher]

( dom/sub dynamics , trans/ftm bottom , squirting , edging/orgasm denial , fingering/borderline finger fucking )

i love cute subs :( they’re so cute, pliant and eager to please.. of course this one was no different, always ready to please you. and yet, there was something missing for him.

he adored you dearly and knew you reciprocated those exact feelings, but also thought you were way too soft on him. every mistake he made was gracefully met with a soft kiss on the head and a tender, ‘it’s okay.’ while grateful, something inside him yearned for more than just that.

“how come you never punish me?” he rather shamelessly asked in the middle of dinner. shellshocked, you stared at him for a moment before coughing into a sleeve. “punish you how?”

“like— in bed? i dunno..” his face flushed as curtly turned his head to the side. you let out a soft chuckle and nodded, “maybe one day.” you tease, one day indeed.

he couldn’t quite grasp the fact that you could be so cruel to him and yet there the two of you were. his thighs were cracked open with two fingers stuffed inside his puffy pussy. your other hand’s thumb periodically grazing against his needy clit. “s-ssloww~! a-aaah—!!” he squirms and rocks his hips onto your fingers.

“puppy… your pussy is so messy…” you comment before rather harshly grinding your finger against his sensitive walls. he lets out a breathless scream before calming back down. “you’re such a whore… look at all the juices you’re spilling… and the sounds.” he shakes his head, tears staining his reddened eyes as he denies his lewdness.

“‘m c-cum—! a-ah~! c-cumm p-pplease~!” he sobs, so desperately close to his peak but you end up stopping… pulling out your slick stained fingers. you watch as his body falls limp, his chest heaving up and down as he whimpers.

“we can’t have that… you need to be trained properly.” your thumb now tantalizingly tracing various shapes on his thighs. “n-nnoo… ‘m so-sorry…” he whined and covered his bleary eyes.

“mm.. try a bit harder than that, doll.” he huffed, his brain wracking for anything he could do to appease you. “p-please mmake m-my… my n-needy pussy c-cum..” his voice was barely a whisper, audible but you can’t let him off easy.

“what was that puppy? speak up.” he whined louder, still keeping his face hidden from yours. “please— m-mess up my p-pussy..! i-i wanna cum..!” he blurted out, his voice wavering as he finished voicing his request.

“good boy.” you complimented and instantly complied with his request. one hand gripped on his thigh to keep his legs cracked open while the other was stirring up his wet cunt. “you’re making so many lewd noises, i wonder what else your body can do.”

his body arched as his hands gripped against the blankets beneath him. “m-mmgguh-! a-aah h-hah~!” poor boy couldn’t think straight anymore. you hummed, pistoning your fingers in and out of his gummy walls. pressing and prodding against all his sweet spots, he was seeing the stars.

“n-nnoo— no-nonono~! i-it’s c-ccomming o-oout-! s-ss—stop~! m-mmaster-!” his pleads were a bit too late though, instead of usually cumming over your hands - his spent pussy squirted all over your abdomen. it was a first for him, he’d never done it before until now…

“oh my…” you slowed down your pace before pulling out your sticky fingers. “let’s see if we can do that again…

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eee.. hopefully this isn’t too long, i have a couple more ideas i’d like to share ( ＾∀＾) i love cute puppy boy subs~ they’re one of my favorites… along with pathetic nerds ♡

this isn’t beta read as always, i hope you and everyone who reads it enjoys it!!

have a wonderful day as always~ - 🎀

you're like a god oml

[the-chessboard-is-personal]

people have hyped this up so much I'm scared (ii s2 post-s3 liveblog)

(/silly)

ahem. hi. post-watch Knight here, with a big tw: there is a suicide mention and intense death wishing at the end of this post. you can guess who it's directed towards but if you've already seen the episodes I don't think you'll get it wrong.

since there's only 3 episodes this one is going to work slightly differently, I'll have Big Text separating each of them and timestamp each different part of the liveblog. there will also be screenshots.

15:

(intro) wait Taco's trying to steal the win without even being a contestant? (4:48) "Don't Mention That Again" I've said it before it just feels like he speaks in capitalized words sometimes

(5:08) song?? THE SONG FUCKING SLAPS???

(8:02) hold on a moment I need to do someth[finds the song in isolation and adds it to the playlist Good Music]

(10:19) taco!! come on, bringing up beef at the show!

(12:48) "yes :)" oh what a bitch /affectionate

(15:49) tbh I agree with Knife here, if everyone respawns anyway, why is murder so bad? (<- building a death game in Minecraft)

(18:01) DAMNN holy shit, to think this isn't even canonically a scripted game, for Taco to say that?! aough

(19:45) HUH?? TACO CRACKED??? oh. OH she- she fucking died from stress- literally. oh shit. I- tbh I...can relate. I did that once. long story and I can't explain it here but.... holy shit.

(22:46) he's on a platform! MePad teleported him onto a platform!

(27:44) MePhone giving the "next time is the finale" speech rneanwhile there's two episode lef- oh shit

- after episode -

well that was a fucking cliffhanger. OH. MY. what!! WHAT!! COBS?? oh yeah also I don't hate Taco anymore. and the outro music slaps sdgkjhf

oh fuck I'm scared, onto the next episode!

16:

(1:00) HOKAY WELP RIGHT INTO ACTION. that was the same MePhone 3 from 4's memories wasn't it? were those other ones MePhone 2s??

(1:39) hough the parallels, I love this episode so far

(2:38) [his literal worst enemy is repeatedly trying to contact him directly] MePhone 4: [treats it like a minor annoyance]

oh also YIPPEE YINYANG IS THERE!!

(4:17) "are you offering?" lmao I wouldn't have even asked-

uhh

..? why is s3 so bad for Suitcase to hear about..?

(5:30) WHy is he HERE??

(7:28) what HEY IS PICKLE GONE FROM THE INTRO

(15:22) OH IT'S THE GUY. OH IT'S THE GUY o h OJ!! oagh but like. imagine that with humans. your friend starts panicking at something you can't hear or see, screams and then sUDDENLY THEIR FUCKING FACE IS GONE. that would be a neat analog horror actually

(18:32) he's just like me. he's just like me for real,, (<- also has trigger words)

(21:30) OH FUCK HE GOT NICKEL TOO

(23:42) wait- first Pickle then OJ, Nickel- no but OJ never got eliminated in s1. hm.

(25:30) wait- doesn't quite know what a frown looks like? d- does that rnean- wait wait nonono that was Cherry that yeeted Marshmallow-

(27:17) wait WAIT THIS HAPPENED WITH CABBY TOO DO NONE OF THEM HAVE PARENTS?? 27:27 no. nonon NO DON'T SAY IT DON'T YOU DARE DON';T YOU FCUKING DARE TELL ME [unpauses] AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAKDSGJFK AGDFJKHAT'S WHY FAN GHLITCHEDD ADJKGF JAHLOUIAHF OSJHLKF HLA

- after episode -

OH MY HOUSEMATE WAS RIGH T I'M GONNA BR EA K OHH WHAT THE HELLfuck

hokay. okay. okayokayokaoyuayojoaykokoykaoykaokaoauuauhghhh

I am sane. I am normal. that's how he knows things. I need a break- okay so after like an hour, onto the next ep! wait is this the finale-

17:

(1:39) WHA- oh I misheard Knife as Knight.

(2:10) NO NOT TEST TUBE! (3:50) oh they're all going to-

(5:14) NO DON'T YOU DARE

,..,,.,why them,.., b.. but,theyre my favorites,,.

(11:34) wait they need to get that wire out of MePhone. that would stop MePhone X, right? but he doesn't know that..shit

(13:08) yeaAHHWHAT- oh. oh what

(15:14) let me guess Paintbrush got X'd while Fan was rambling. oh nvm. OH THE OTHER EGG IS PART OF MEPHONE 4?? oh that almost made me cry too- welp there goes lightbulb

(17:47) HUH??????????????? TOILET?????? wh a t .the fuck

(21:17) "cause that was pretty reductive!" oh they addressed it!

(22:48) o h. wh- what the HELL IS COBS'S PROBLEM?? LIKE WHAT IS WRONG WITH HIM DOES HE NOT THINK MEPHONE4 IS ACTUALLY SENTIENT OR SOMETHING? DOES HE LIKE TORTURING HIM? EVERYONE'S FUCKING DEAD

(25:40) ohh no.. Bow probably can't be X'd anyway, does she really have to do. that. to someone .....sighhh. if Apple's okay with that happening (somehow) I guess it's not as scary. I won't understand the opinion but I don't really need to tbh.

(sorry no more timestamps I watched the whole rest of it speechless)

- after episode -

I- wh-

h-

but- he-

h-

h-

he- but he just- there was no- winner- Cobs- what about MePhone 3GS?? what abou-

h. hold on

hold on I need to. make an editr ealquick. just

relworld cursor editor almost crashed trying to save this

[the-real-tf2-medicbot]

I..I kinda wanna know too, IM SORY BUT IM CURIOUS U DONT EVEN HAVE TO ANSWE

[A-agh... O...Okay I Vill Explain It... BUT ZHIS DOESN'T MEAN I HAVE DONE ANYTHING WITH #005–H!!!]

[ O-okay So... Uhm... It Mostly Depends On... Zhe Type Of Robot And... How Zhey're Built— And Zheir Preferences And What Zhey Enjoy To... "Perform"... ]

[F-For Example... Me—... You See... Uhm... I Only Have Got A Vheel, No Human-Like... Private Parts— So... Uhm—] –He starts to glitch a bit again, tries to focus without getting nervous–

[ We— I MEAN I— I Vould Have To Find Other Vays To... "Feel Good". Like... Rotating My Screws Vith Screwdrivers Or... Putting Parts Of Myself Off And On... Or... Just... Z–Zhe Touch Of Hot Metal Against Hot Metal Or... Taking My Vheel Off And Just... Let Him—... ]

–he covers his mouth thinking for a second– [gott...][. . .]

[ AH!! NONONO!!! I DIDN'T SAY ANYZHING!!! FORGET IT!!! I'M NOT EXPLAINING IT!! ]

{OH GOD I GOT CARRIED AWAY AHAHAHAHAHJDJSHF This was so fun to write istg}

[instarsandcrime]

Angels (Don't) Make Mistakes

Well, @fetishy-ivy and I collectively enjoyed the idea of Lucifer losing control of his powers if his rapid fits were bad enough and, after several hours of trying not to write it I broke. Sooo...here ya go! Some allergy!Lucifer when he and Lilith were still meeting in Eden :)

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Despite her better judgment, Lilith was not one to question her sanity. Because Adam was, politely speaking, a fucking nightmare to be around. Which is why– only on occasion, thank you very much– she would call upon her guardian seraphim for company. She couldn't help it. He was just more…personable. So she continued to sit in the soft embrace of an overgrown flower field, lithe fingers intertwined in prayer. “Saint Lucifer? If you’re listening, I need your guidance.” 

So she waited. And waited. Waited for a brush of divine wings on the wind. Only left with the chirping crickets, and the stroke of a snake’s tail against her bare leg. Slithering its way up her arm, Lilith held its iridescent scales to the moonlight. “Tell me– have you seen my friend, little one? I admit, I’ve become rather lonely in his absence.”

“Lonely? Oh nonono Miss, we can't have that! This so-called friend of yours must really be slacking on the job to leave you in such a state.” The snake replied with an annoyed flick of the forked tongue.

“...Lucifer?” She gaped, studying its chubby cheeks and scarlet eyes. At the very mention of the name he leapt off his perch– glowing, stretching, and finally snapping back to the usual angelic form. Robed in white, he tucked his six wings and adjusted his haloed top hat.

“In the flesh!” The seraphim chuckled, bowing with a dramatic flourish. “How may I be of assistance, child of the garden?”

“I suppose you can help me by sparing a moment of your time.” Lilith appealed, pushing herself upright. “I understand that my requests aren't always of vital importance. But despite all that, you’ve always taken such good care of me. So I would like to repay your kindness with something special. Something that reminds me of you.” Padding to a low-hanging willow, she parted the foliage to unveil a crown of daisies. A proud smile tugged at her lips when Lucifer immediately gushed, applauding wildly with sparkling eyes.

“And what a fine job you did! The care! The craftsmanship!” A pause. “Wh-what– what is it, exactly?”

“An offering. I wanted to show my appreciation for your services, protection, and…and companionship. All that you’ve done means more than you know. Trust me.” Lilith couldn’t help the light blush that dusted her cheeks as she gently lowered her present from its knotted hook.

“Oh.” Lucifer breathed, bashfully fiddling with the hem of his sleeve. “Well, I-I suppose I could use another halo! If you would do the honor of crowning me, of course.”

“My, how forward! Bending to a lowly human?” The mortal teased, watching her seraphim bow to one knee, hat pressed to his chest. 

“Wh– of course not! Don't be silly. You and Adam are just as special as anyone in Heaven. Father said so himself!”

“Oh? Then tell me glowing, benevolent being, what are you?” Lilith chuckled, gently settling the flower crown in its rightful place.

“Why, the great Saint Lucifer of course!” He hopped to his feet, preening at the precious daisies that blessed him. “Here to h–…h-hhhelp…hpsh’hhiew!” Ivory petals rained down from the sudden jolt. The seraphim blinked once. Twice. Then lifted a gloved finger to rub at his button nose.

“O-oh…goodness. Snff!” He chuckled nervously, “This is…d-definitely a new ehhh…ehhhxperience for…for me…Het’sshhhiew! ‘Chhhiew!”

“Sneezing?” Lilith bit her lip to keep from laughing as the ‘great Saint Lucifer’ stared back with helpless doe-eyes, completely clueless over something so small.

“Yes! Sneezing! That’s what it’s called! Let me tell you, I was fascinated when Adam did ihh…it– ittshh’iieww! But I– h-heh’hhitschh! I didn’t realize how fruhh– ‘Tshh! ‘Tchh! HET’Ch’hhieww! F-frustrating it iiihh– hhheh-hih-hhHIT’SHIEW! Snf! Ohhh…”

“You’re not sick, are you?” Thin brows furrowed, and a doting palm pressed against his forehead. Too close for comfort, Lucifer scrambled to pinch his nose, holding his breath for good measure. But it just made the tickle worse. How was that even possible? No matter how much he sneezed it never seemed to slow down and stop.

“Well, you don’t have a fever–”

“Hn’chnxt! ‘Chnxt! HTCH’nxhht!”

Lilith barely swallowed a yelp, attention snapping downward as a heavenly light pooled below. A bouquet of lavender tied itself into knots, petals reborn into a cloud of fireflies. The seraphim slapped a hand over his mouth, face glowing gold in the dark.

“I-I am so sorry! I don’t know what’s c-come ohhh-over mbe– h-heh! HT’SCHHIEWW! ‘ISHH! ‘ITSCHHH!”

Nearby another flash broke through the tall grass. A flock of ducks surfaced on a glassy pond, happily quacking away like they hadn’t just sprung to life two seconds ago. Biting the nail of her thumb, Lilith replayed the night’s events in her mind. She called his name, he responded in kind, he transformed from a snake, looking into her eyes with that goofy, lopsided smile– no, shit! Focus!

She shook her head to clear it. Lucifer gave his usual introduction, she thanked him for everything he’d done, she gave him the– …oh. Oh, for God’s sake. Lilith knelt to meet her friend’s watery gaze. “Lucifer?”

“Snff! I cad fix this! I– I c-cahh– can f-fihh- fiiihhhHHESCHH’IIEWW! ETCH’HHHIIEWW! ESH’HHIEWW!” 

“I’m afraid nature isn’t something you can fix. Not without ‘the proper paperwork.’” She mocked with a touch of angelic snobbery, plucking the daisy crown from his head. “And forgive me for being so crass. But Lucifer, my dear, you sound absolutely fucking miserable.”

“Please dohn’d– snff! throw away such a nice gift. Besides, it’s from you!” He gestured Lilith up and down like it was just so obvious that every little piece of art she made was a miracle beyond comprehension. “You make such wonderful creations. I’d hate to see another one go so soon.”

In return her expression softened, taking his hands in her own. “Don’t fret. Your passion for my happiness is more than enough. Even if there are some parts you can’t be near without having a fit.”

Lucifer groaned tiredly through breathless hitching. “Guhh-gonna be honest, I’d– I’d like the sdeezing to stobp nuhh– now– Heh’shhiieww…Het’shhhiieww!...Hep’tttschhiieeww!”

Another pop of magic, and with every sneeze his cherry red cheeks flashed a different color. With a sharp squeak Lucifer tugged his top hat over his face, finally relenting to his fate. “Fide, fide! You– snff! you win.”

“Of course I do! Humans are stubborn ones, aren’t they?” A giggle carried on the warm spring air. With a soft tug Lilith tilted the haloed brim to shelter the pair from prying eyes above the clouds, kissing a now gold-tinted nose. “But I would be more than honored to make you a new crown. One with beautiful, pearly snakeskin.”

Completely shell-shocked, Lucifer watched Lilith disappear into the forest border, daisies in hand. Savoring the pleasant tingle left behind, the tips of satin gloves hovered over the spot where warm lips touched. Another fascinating discovery to add to today's list. What was it called?

One small, stumbling step led to another, and soon enough he was pacing fervently through the wildflowers. The inventor began to think– and in a snap his mind was back in his workshop, tinkering with a promising new idea. 

“Maybe I should start offering my services without needing her prayer. Yes. Yes, that would be perfect! I could just pop in to say hello, check in to make sure everything’s going according to plan, and pop out! Occasionally. Wouldn’t want to get too close to our special little lady, right?”

The tall grass parted, and his eyes fell to a stray duck, casually observing from a distance. “It’s not like I’m making up some silly, nonsensical excuse to see her again, right?”

It tilted its head with a low, indifferent quack. 

“...Right.”

[unch4rtedwxters]

pjo ep 7 spoilers below the cut!

OH MY GODS

OH MY GODS OH MY GODS OH MY GODS

i don't know what exactly it is but something about this episode is making me vibrate

i made a notes doc so i can remember my opinions

my comments are in a bullet list:

CRUSTYYYYYYYYYYYYY

“Crusty, please.”

Percys got dad’s eyes

GROVER MY BOY

“It’s either the realm of the dead or someone left a carton of milk there in the 1990s” GROVER I LOVE YOU

“NO ONE COMES BAAAAAAACK”

“Im. Not. G O I N G.” He sounds like me

IT LOOKS SO COOL (the underworld)

“You can. Buy a new whistle”

HOLY SHIT CERBERUS

Nonono not the shoes

You’re falling off the cliff a few seasons early annabeth

Ah so THATS how they deal with the pearl

Makes sense

AUGH THEYRE SO IN LOVE

“Why are you trying so hard to get rid of me” PERCY NO 😭😭😭

“HEY FELLAS WELCOME” I ALREADY LOVE HIM

“I dont really do jealous”

“HOLD FAST, MOM” AUGH I KNEW HE WOULD SAY THAT BUT A U G H

HOLY DNIOEUXGTKUQRNTGUQIBY

ARES

BFILBUCGNWEMRXIFZZBNERJBVKEGVQKBEJYCGFKUVYWKTGRBZQ

[beestriker015]

Momo x severely injured male s/o

Upon hearing the news that her boyfriend has been hospitalized after fighting a dangerous villain who was holding innocent civilians hostage, Momo broke down in tears.

She immediately made her way to the hospital s/o was admitted to, and was told by the doctor that s/o will live, but is currently in a comatose state.

The doctor allowed Momo to see s/o, who is covered in numerous bandages and has a cast on his right arm.

She kneeled down next to her unconscious boyfriend with tears in her eyes.

“S/o, I don’t know if you can hear me or not, but listen to me carefully if you can. I love you so much, and the thought of you potentially never waking up from this is like a dagger through my heart. I can’t lose you my gem, you are the light of my life. Please come back to me s/o, you are too strong to succumb to this. Please…don’t leave me.”

Tears streaming down Momo’s face as she doesn’t notice her s/o’s eyes slowly opening.

He coughs a little, gaining her attention.

“S/o!”

“H-hey Momo, I h-heard…everything you s-said.”

Her boyfriend said to her very weakly while struggling to sit up.

“Nonono, you need your rest my gem. Don’t try to get up, you’ll hurt yourself.”

“E-everything hurts, I’m..struggling…to even s-speak.”

“I know s/o, the doctor said your body is incredibly fragile and weak right now.”

S/o begins to breath heavily, instantly filling Momo with dread and concern.

“S/o! What’s wrong?!”

His breathing began to slow as he began to close his eyes slowly.

“G-getting….hard….breathe…tired…dark.”

He said with his voice growing more and more quiet.

“S/o, stay with me! Listen to my voice! Try to stay awake, please!”

The doctor enters the room and quickly goes to check s/o’s vitals.

“His heartbeat is normal, but I can tell by his breathing that he’s not getting enough oxygen. We need to hook him up to a breathing machine quickly.”

The doctor wheels s/o out and takes him to another room while putting a breathing mask over his face.

“That should help. Tell me young man, can you breathe better now?”

S/o nods his head at the doctor.

“Good. I’ll let you rest now. There’s a pen and notepad right next to you on the desk, so if you need anything, write it down for your girlfriend and she’ll come get me.”

The doctor walks out, leaving Momo and her boyfriend alone.

“I’ll stay right by your side my gem, I’m not going anywhere.”

S/o nods and slowly falls asleep.

True to her word, Momo hardly left her boyfriend’s side for the whole time he was at the hospital.

After several weeks, s/o was permitted to leave the hospital.

However, his injuries left him unable to continue his hero training, causing him to drop out of U.A.

Momo was secretly relieved that he couldn’t go to U.A. anymore because she couldn’t stand the thought of s/o getting hospitalized like that again.

S/o, while sad at this, didn’t let it get to him too much, for he’s just happy that his girlfriend has been with him through it all.

“I love you so much Momo, and I can’t thank you enough for being there for me.”

She smiles and kisses him softly yet sweetly on the lips.

“No thanks needed my gem, I’m just glad you’re ok. I love you too.”

S/o’s former classmates miss him at U.A., but always try to hang out with him after school.

Momo and s/o stayed together through thick and thin, and decided that they were going to get married after they both graduate.

Despite s/o having to give up his dream of becoming a hero, he knew everything was going to be ok as long as he has his amazing girlfriend to support him.

And being the amazing person she is, Momo definitely supports her s/o and anything he wants to do (as long as it’s safe).

[astroshandler]

Yo...

Was it the H O T T O G O ask that made you Uncomfortable? I am SO SORRY if it was i thought it would be a song astros toon handler and the blog owner would like.

OOC// nonono it wasn't I swear it's been asks I don't respond to most of the time, but I think that's a fun thought of him liking hot to go please don't worry

[cerenemuxse]

TGR but There's a Roleswap - Chapter 1

Chapter 1 - The Foreign Scottish Engine

All in Vain (Season 20 Episode 16)

Word Count: 930

The story can be found at @tgr-2x5-roleswap-au for easier access.

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Once James arrived at Brendam Docks, he headed straight for his assigned goods trains to get it over with and go back to pulling passenger trains. "A splendid engine like me shouldn't be doing this sort of work!" he muttered with fury. Just as he was about to say something else, a ship's horn blasted near the docks as the ship came to the loading area, specifically the engine loading area.

Nobody had used that area in years so when the platform dropped to connect the ship to the docks, everyone stopped and stared, including James, Salty, Porter, and Cranky.

Once the ship and platform were safely connected, engines stormed off the boat, quickly filling Brendam Docks and startling the beings there. The engine, a Scottish tender engine, in the front rushed ahead with excitement. "Och, dear! V-Very busy today! The dockyard, I mean!" he exclaimed inattentively.

The dock manager looked up from his clipboard when he noticed the engines pass by. "Hey, stop! Hold it!" he hollered but they couldn't hear him so he blew his whistle. Thankfully, they all stopped, including the Scottish engine.

Ignoring the immediate groaning of questions from the engines behind the second engine, the dock manager asked loudly, "Where are you all going?"

"To the Great Railway Show, of course!" replied the second engine, a Belgium streamlined tender engine.

"The Great Railway Show is on the Mainland in England! This is the Island of Sodor!"

"The Island o’-?" The Belgium engine's face dropped. "Oh." With a blast of his whistle, he hollered, "Alright, back on the ship!"

Despite the complaining from some of the other engines, everyone reversed back onto the ship. As they did so, the Scottish engine yelled, "H-Hold oan! I'm comin’!" following everyone else. "W-Wait!"

James followed the crowd to the boat. "The Great Railway Show? Are you all really-?"

"Get out of the way, rusty iron!" hollered a large blue Canadian tender engine.

James fumed, huffing heavy clouds of steam. "I'm not the one going backward," he muttered. As the engines boarded the ship, he exclaimed, "Why don't you take me with you all?" He switched lines. "It looks like there's room for one more!" exclaimed James as he braked suddenly at the engine boarding dock.

"Is there somebody missin'?" piped up a small green tank engine with a thick Italian accent. Her expression quickly shifted as she noticed Salty and Porter calling out for an engine rushing towards James.

The large American tender engine only chuckled darkly.

Just as James' expression shifted, the Scottish engine bumped into him from behind with a loud CLANK! James was shoved forwards, making his pony truck dangle from the edge and for him to dip forward, as the other engine gasped in surprise.

"Nonono! Help!" he screamed as he panicked. "I'm going to go overboard!"

"James!" exclaimed Salty and Porter. They rushed forward to the engine-loading docks with many of the dock workers.

James helplessly reversed, dipping back and forth on the edge of the docks.

The workmen quickly grabbed a chain, attached it to the back of the Scottish engine, and connected it to James' tender buffer beam.

"Start pulling!" exclaimed one of the workers.

The Scottish engine struggled as his wheels squealed against the iron rails. Slowly but surely, he managed to pull the bright red medium-sized tender engine back on the rails. Once James was settled down and the workmen began to unchain the engines, cheers roared around the area for the Scottish engine.

"What a rescue!" exclaimed Porter.

Everyone was glad the engine had saved James and that nothing worse had happened.

But James wasn't.

"What is it with all you railway show engines? Charging about like you own the rails!" he fumed as he backed down and switched onto Porter's line. "What makes you so special anyway? Do you think you're better than the rest of us just because-!" He froze once his eyes met the stranger.

The Scottish engine was a tender engine with four leaders and four drivers, painted Indian Red with a lighter red and black used for his lining. His eyes were a warm brass, and he was about the same size as James. "S-Sorry, I’m v-very sorry!” he exclaimed, looking downwards and avoiding eye contact. “No’ ma intention tae bump ye. I-I should've lookit." he said. "I-I didnae ken ye there!"

James didn't answer. He glared at the foreigner, feeling insulted that the engine didn’t even bother looking at him. Great, just what I needed! he thought with a huff and a frown that slowly grew. Another red engine.

Noticing the rising tension, Salty broke the silence. "Uh, thank you for rescuing me. My name is James," he said, glancing at James to the Scottish engine. "What's yours?"

"Salty!" James scolded sharply.

But Salty laughed, and the Scottish engine joined, chuckling.

"Don't be silly, James. That can't be their name. That's my name!"

The foreigner's laughter subsided. "Edward. Ma name’s Edward," he chimed with a warm smile.

"Well, I can't stay here all day!" he huffed as he backed straight into Porter.

"James, watch out!" exclaimed the viridian saddle tank engine. It was too late as James bumped him back by accident.

Edward gasped as quietly as he could.

James was flustered. In a desperate attempt to cover his mess up, James huffed back at the other red tender engine. Red. He fumed at the thought. "I have work to do!"

"Hm?" Edward's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as his eyes followed the other red tender engine leaving the docks without his goods train.

~

Disclaimer: they don't fall in love in this story. We do not believe in the "Love at First Sight" trope here. It'll happen later.

For the new readers: If you've noticed that Edward's dialogue is a little weird, that's on purpose. You'll see why as the rest of the chapters are posted. It's important to his character.

OG description: Throwback to when I rewrote the Thomas and Ashima scenes with James and Edward instead in almost one sitting. I went back and cleaned it up once I decided to actually post it. Definitely more self-indulgent lmao

Each scene will have its own chapter so it'll give me the chance to slowly go through and polish them one at a time. :D

A few characters will be swapped out so that it makes more sense (by following EoSR).

[leam1983]

The worst are the leprechauns.

Padraig O'Gill, who I mostly just anglicize to Patrick so the occasional late-night donut-runner doesn't risk seeing past his Veil, is the only one who doesn't use the whole "pot of gold" loophole to mess with me. The short of it is you're not supposed to separate a leprechaun from its gold even if he attempts to purchase something with it, seeing as you don't want to give it cause to visit you again. Hollywood kind of screwed the pooch in suggesting the Little People kill people who take their money (thanks, Warwick Davis) - when they actually don't.

No, the real dangerous ones are the actual Sidhe, the kinds who actually go about abducting kids or conning idiotic parents into letting a fairy godmother get involved. The Tir Na Nog, though; they're not much for Faustian bargains. They've got refreshingly human aspirations, for the most part: food, warmth, safety, companionship - that route. They just don't have an off switch.

Think it's less dangerous than serving a basic machiatto to a relative of Puck's at 2 AM? Think again. Thankfully, you also get cases like Patrick's, sometimes, whereby one of the weaker Fae's been around us humans for so long they're just starting to get the gist of things.

I've been playing charades with Niamh Nettle-Hair for the past twenty minutes and I'm just about losing my mind that the older elf tottles in, grunts his way up one of my stools and gives his younger friend a knowing look and a shooing gesture.

"That's enough o' you, lad; our friend Peter here needs some down-time before closing up. I'll just have an Americano - same as usual."

I nod to the grizzled old lep, his ears almost more batlike than elfin, with his advancing years. Niamh, though, doesn't get the message. He starts to answer in iambic pentameter, something to the effect of needing to pay, and I plaster on my best, hopefully least-harrowed smile imaginable.

"Nonono, it's fine, Niamh; you've already paid! Your, er, gracious companionship this eve was payment enough, trust me!"

I barely have time to catch's Pat's wincing look and his gritting his teeth that Niamh practically beams like a solar flare. "Well, then, I'll stay! You'll be ever more delighted!"

I'm within an inch of snapping when Pat saves me the trouble. I don't know how old he is, exactly, but he's the only one of the Little People who sounds like a local.

"Peter's a human, Niamh; he's mortal and if you keep him up until next midsummer, you'll have nothing to show for it other than a pile of bones and broken mortal trinkets! Time might not matter to us, but it matters to them!"

Nettle-Hair is practically a child, as far as leps go. "You mean he'll go to the worms?" he asks, as if that were unthinkable. Pat's response is simple and incisive. "Off with ye - straight to the toadstools, or else I'll tell your saint of a mother you've gone around trying to make sense of this Internet thing, again!"

See, the Little People have their own sense of etiquette, and actually caring about mortal trappings is a bit of a faux pas for them. In this respect, Patrick's a bit of a social outcast among them. In any case, it's enough to send the runt packing, and for me to serve Pat his Americano.

"You never did tell me why you show such an interest in us, when the others don't."

Pat smirks. "I like ye, Peter - I truly do. That said, how do you think the ice-men from before looked at your ancestors? It's people like you who beat the Sidhe's games, shape the world, fight wars - and the whole lot of you's losing their connection with the Old Ways, as time passes."

He takes a sip. "It takes an old elf to realize there aren't any riddles left to hand out, no spells left to cast, no curses to lob - and you're finding your magic in politics, buying stuff, computers, doxies onscreen - anywhere except where the Old Ways lead. You've charted those paths, stuck little drinking fountains every other half-mile, put up some signs and then - locked the gate."

He shook his head. "Next you'll tell me Venus isn't actually the goddess of love, it's actually some... toxic ball suspended in a black void that would kill anything alive."

I made a face, but didn't actively comment. I didn't need to. Pat's ears drooped, and he took another bitter sip of Americano.

"The wee ones don't know, Peter. Magic is waning. And humans aren't noticing. Those who do, well... most don't know the real Old Ways."

I smirked at that and leaned on the counter. "I beg to differ," I said, pointing at his cup. "What's more sacred than a drink offered?"

I winked at the old leprechaun. "This one's on the house."

There was a tiny spark in those beady eyes, a hint of a smile, and a lightening of his expression that felt like the most silent, yet deafening scream of gratitude I'd ever heard.

I'm no magician, no warlock, no poet - but I do understand. Bake donuts and bread and brew coffee for late-night stragglers from across the Pale for as long as I have, and you pick up a few bits of wisdom.

I'm just glad most leprechauns aren't actually attracted to human-sized bars and taverns, though - the customers would think someone's gone around spiking drinks...

You run a Bakery, just a normal bakery, the only problem is that your customers at midnight to 6AM are mythical creatures who pay with gemstones and ancient gold and silver coins

[callme-mys-tical]

Hey shai why don't you and sound siblings go and check up on desp? I mean a week ago he lost his arm and was on verge of death sooo yeah

"H- He WHAT?!" Wow, that's the strongest reaction you've shown besides anger all week. "O- oh my goodness! I- He lost his ARM!? Oh- oh nonono! Ah, where is he? Is- is he okay!? I-" Oh hey, Shai's phone is ringing-

[https-furina]

“Keep talking?" Heizou smiles, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "You seem to be having so much fun chatting with other people though? I wouldn’t want to ruin that now.” Heizou shakes his head, crossing his arms as he looks away, hiding his pout. 

- S. H

no no n o nonono stop that- sbdksnwlsl their name isn’t uh. the sharpest detective in the tenryou commission? 👉🏻👈🏻

[radiovisual]

Mind numbed by ridiculous audios being Stuck in there. He is cursed. Cursed.

Why is it so funny.

[officialsaturn]

cant wait for december to turn 18 and start dressing however tf i want oh yeah (and hopefully to move out!)