#send them asks

[umbrum77]

Been thinking of a scenario for a while and I wanted to present it to you.

Scenario: Azula, Katara, Ty Lee, and Yue (who survived) all fall in love with Suki after the war.

Only way I can see this ending is either in blood or a poly relationship/Suki harem.

How do you think it would go? What would five of them say or do? How would the rest of the Gaang +Mai or anyone else react?

first off i love the idea of gang + mai as it implies when the gang goes to save the world mai just shrugs and goes back to like reading a book, i think the gaang would be surprised. mai would be happy she only has to go to one wedding. suki: i got what the ladies like, swords. i would write this where they all end up joining the kyoshi warriors after the war. Yue tries but she really cant keep up with the training but stays on the island. tylee is just gay for suki. katara has to figure out if she is into girls at all and azula has to learn what liking someone actually like...is.

naturally they turn to tylee who helps them figure out there hearts. suki overhears this and finds it interesting. but panics when katara is the first one who says her feelings are about suki. azula is confused as she likes suki and what the rules are for that and tylee has to take a deep breath to explain. suki panics a bit a runs to find yue who has basically taken over running day to day operations of the kyoshi warriors, getting supplies, planning diplomatic missions, paper work and such. suki tells yue the news and yue laughs and tell suki thats why she came here. suki just sits on the floor and yue sits next to her. "you make quite the impression" yue starts. "you are a good person and it makes sense so many people see that." suki rubbed her eyes, "just what the heck do I do now?" yue smiled "what do you want to do?"

suki turned to yue, "i want to hug you for being so nice to me." yue smiled and opened her arms and suki leaned into her. they stayed like that for a moment and suki just breathed. suki pulls away and looks and yue with a smile "well i think i will keep you at least." yue laughed "gee thanks."

they both laughed,

"well i guess, " suki stood up and offered a hand to yue. "if this, what ever this is, works out you would get some girlfriends too?" "the world is much more interesting outside the north pole." suki laughed. " im going to tell them i over heard there talk, oh gosh there is a group of people gushing about me, thats so weird, want to join me?" "sure, oh and I have an idea." _ azula raised her hand, "wait so question so like do we get a really big bed?" katara, "yeah what if one of you snore?" tylee took a deep breath, these two very sheltered woman had alot of questions. "ok lets, lets start over." suki and yue walked into to the sitting area. the three girls turned and suki saw each of them brighten up. she turned to yue who nodded. the kyoshi warrior smirked and walked over to azula, "i over heard what you 3 where talking about" she then grabs azula and kisses her, pressing hard, she feels the princess freeze and then go slack. after a moment she pulls away and azula wobbles before falling down. "sun set is in a few hours and there is a nice spot to watch it on the mountain if you all want to join me." suki then walks out of the room, yue giving the other three girls a smile before following suki. katara and tylee look at each other and at the dazed azula. before jumping up to follow. azula finnaly comes to witha big smile on her face as they leave the room. she jumps to her feet. "wait for me!"

[ask-roxy-and-the-devil-blog23]

Hazen, the assistant of the grim Reaper

This guy is Hazen. He's one of Grim's assistants in soul reaping. This isn't actually another one of my ocs, this is actually an already existing character in the Sonic the hedgehog Fandom. He's cannonly the anti version of Rob O'hedge from the Sonic archi comics like scourge the hedgehog, but I gave him a different backstory to fit this au because when I first saw him, I kinda liked his edgy, dark Reaper type style (mainly because of his hood) and saw him being allied with the grim Reaper in some way.

This story is, is that he was betrayed and killed by his closest friend in the world, and when Grim came to take him to the spirit realm, he noticed how crushed he was and decided to help him get revenge by copying his powers into him and giving him his own scythe and hooded cloak. After Hazen got his revenge, Grim saw how good he was at it despite being his first time, so he let Hazen keep his powers and scythe and made him one of his assistants to help him reap souls

On this blog, he usually comes to get a drink before getting back to work, and he AND grim are available characters to ask questions ^^

[cityandking]

oc asks: not-so-nice edition

alone: How does your OC deal with loneliness? Have they ever been completely alone before? How do they act when there's no one around to see them?

betrayal: Has your OC ever been betrayed by someone they thought they could trust? Has your OC ever betrayed someone who trusted them?

bound: Has your OC ever been imprisoned or captured? What happened? How did they get out? Did the experience leave any scars?

break: What would cause your OC to break down completely? What do they look like when that happens? Has anyone ever seen them at their lowest?

desire: What's one thing your OC wants more than anything in the world? Are they open with that desire? Why or why not? What would they do to fulfill it?

failure: What's your OC's greatest failure? Have they been able to move past it? Does anyone else know about it?

fear: What is your OC's greatest fear? What do they do when confronted with it? Are they open with their fear, or do they hide it away?

future: What's the worst possible future for your OC? Are they taking steps to avoid that outcome? Are they even aware it's a possibility?

ghost: Who or what haunts your OC? What happened? How do they live with their ghosts?

guilt: What is your OC guilty about? How do they handle their guilt? Do they try to avoid guilt, or do they accept it?

hate: What does your OC hate? Why? How do they act towards the object of their hatred?

heartbreak: Have they ever had a relationship that ended badly? Experienced some other kind of heartbreak? What happened?

hide: What does your OC hide? Why do they hide it?

hunt: Who or what is your OC hunted by? A person, a feeling, a past mistake? Is your OC able to let their guard down, or are they constantly alert?

mask: Does your OC wear a mask, literally or figuratively? What goes on beneath it? Is there anyone in their life who gets to see who they are under the mask?

midnight: What keeps your OC up at night? Do they have nightmares? Fears? Anxieties? What do they do in the small hours of the morning when they should be sleeping?

mistake: What's the worst mistake your OC ever made? What led to them making it? Have they been able to fix it? How have they moved on?

monster: Is your OC monstrous in any way? Is there something that makes them monstrous? Are they aware of their own monstrosity? Do they accept it or reject it?

nightmare: What does your OC have nightmares about? How do they deal with their nightmares? Do they tell people, or keep it to themself?

pain: What's the worst pain your OC has ever felt? Do they have a high pain tolerance?

secret: What's one secret your OC never wants anyone to know about them?

skin: How comfortable is your OC in their skin? Do they grapple with anything that lives inside them—a beast, a curse, a failure, a monster? How do they face the smallest, weakest, most horrible version of themself? Are they able to acknowledge it at all?

torture: Has your OC ever been tortured? Would your OC ever torture someone else?

wound: How does your OC handle being wounded? Are their wounds mostly physical? Mental? Emotional? What's the worst wound your OC has ever experienced?

[museaway]

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[meowmeowriley]

Soap comes back to base after having teeth pulled and is not expecting Ghost to pounce the second he gets through the gate.

Ghost: "So where are they? I wanna see."

Soap: "What?"

Ghost: "The teeth. Gimme"

Soap: "I didn't... keep them?"

Ghost, upset: "They didn't let you?"

Soap, growing more confused by the second: "I didn't ask?"

Ghost: "You didn't- Johnny what the fuck?" 😟

Soap: "I was in a lot of pain, Lt., and still am, mind you-"

Ghost: "But... I woulda took 'em if you didn't want them."

Soap: "Ghost, my teeth were far from perfect, there's a reason they had to come out, not exactly great specime-"

Ghost: "THAT'S WHAT MAKES THEM SPECIAL!"

Soap: 😶

Ghost: "ONE OF A KIND!"

Gaz, who walked up in the middle of the conversation: "Think I've still got my baby teeth somewhere, you want 'em?"

Ghost, still distraught: "At least GAZ loves me."

Soap: "... my mouth hurts..."

[aitadjcrazytimes]

[healmydesires]

no bc i know damn well X1 or X2 logan would go until he was grunting and whimpering in your ear from accidentally overstimulating himself…

OH DEFINITILY… he’d be whimpering so much. especially after going round after round after round 🤤 UGHHHH I’m going insane 😭 this ask truly inspired me to write it … because you’re so real!

I normally don’t really write drabbles but hey I had to write it soooooo! enjoy 🩷

getting no sleep ꕤ (l.h)

pairing: logan howlett x reader

summary: what the ask says tbh! logan gets overstimulated while having sex.

genre: smut (mdni! 18+)

word count: 684 (it’s a lil drabble owo)

warnings: porn no plot, overstimulation (both but mainly logan ngl), unprotected piv, creampie, breeding kink kinda oops, dirty talk

“God you’re so warm—fuck—so wet,” Logan mumbles on, rambling without a thought, too enveloped in the feeling of your walls wrapped around his cock. You feel every inch of him as he fucks you raw, completely bare. He’s been fucking you round after round after round.

“Logan,” you whine, various cries spilling from your gaping mouth.

“Come on baby,” Logan’s words are slurred from the haze of his own pleasure, recognizing your familiar clench around his length as he keeps plunging inside your tight cunt.

“Lo,” you keen, feet pushing him closer to you as you both mewl in sensitivity. He gasps when you pulse around him, wanting him to spill his load inside of you, needing to see him fall apart. 

His abs are clenching, Logan’s whimpering above you as you tightened your walls around his cock. “Babyyyy, you’re killin’ me.” His head tipping back as loud groans and wines are spilling from his slacked jaw, “fuck baby that feels so good���” he chokes out, as he runs his hands over your body.

Soon he leans down to capture your lips in a passionate kiss, groaning and whimpering against your mouth. The kiss is so messy; whenever you would pulse around him, his jaw would fall open, and his pretty hazel eyes would roll back in his head.

“Fuuuuck, I am—shit—so close, fuck—” He moans into your mouth, Logan’s body jerks when you clench particularly hard around his cock.

“Christ,” He let his chin fall back down, jaw slack and eyes heavy as he watches his dick disappear inside your tight pussy. You feel his cock twitch as you pulse around him.

The burning ache you are feeling begins to disintegrate as you feel your orgasm approach, gripping onto the sheets, his hands, anything that can stabilise you. “Fuck, Lo—” you whimper as tears stream down your puffy cheeks, drool leaking from the edges of your mouth as you feel yourself release the pent up pleasure. Your orgasm sweeps you in a vicious wave of euphoria, thighs trembling as you moan softly underneath Logan. Your pussy gushing all around his dick and over his lower abdomen.

“Ah fuck—” he whimpers, pushing himself up as he thrusts deeper into you, the head of his cock hitting your cervix repeatedly. “Are you gonna take my cum like a good girl? Let me fill you up until you’re full and messy?”

You visibly shiver at his words, mouth dropped open in awe as you watch him, nodding along. “Please, please Logan...”

“Fuck, take it baby.” He whimpers. It washes over him instantly, hips stuttering into you as he grows desperate, eyes squeezing shut when he feels his cock throb inside of you before hot spurts of his cum splash along your walls, painting them in ribbons of white. The feeling makes you hum, limbs limp on the bed as he shallowly thrusts into you, making sure you take every last drop. 

His whole body is practically buzzing, long legs shaking from the intensity of your combined orgasms, mind feeling like jello as the aftershocks run through his body.

“Fu-uuuck baby,” he whines, biting his lip hard as he watches you try to keep up with his orgasm flooding your pussy.

When the stimulation starts becoming too much for him; and right when your vision comes back to you, he pulls his cock out of you. His hips pull away from yours while his index and middle finger pushes his cum back inside of your quivering hole making you whimper loudly, his two fingers basking in the aftermath before he lets his body slump against your own. 

“We gotta clean this mess up, huh?” You whisper with a playful smirk.

Logan groans as he wraps his arms tighter around your body. “Later,” he grunts, making you giggle.

“Glad I’m not always the only one getting overstimulated here.” 

“Respectfully baby, shut up.” He mumbles as he nuzzles his head in the crook of your neck.

Another fit of giggles escape you at his behaviour. 

Who would have thought, that the roles would be reversed one night?

thanks for reading <3 mwah

[amymbona]

Literally Patrick and Art

[leisi-lilacdreams]

referencing chapter

been needing to do fanart for @tizeline's excellent separate au

it's always a treat to see their linework

donnie's been hit with a lot of info in a very short amount of time but being told that he and his brothers were made to destroy all humans probably takes the cake

seeing his new found brothers being SUPER into the "destroy all humans" idea is....a lot to take in

where does he even start to untie this Gordian knot??

[umbrum77]

I would really like to know if you could make a continuation of this post https://www.tumblr.com/umbrum77/702822000936239104/mai-i-know-what-i-did-hurt-you-but-im-glad-you?source=share , I'm very curious to know what their conversation would be like when they wake up

Hello! Oh that's a good one. Here is the original and the new part you asked for.

Mai: I know what I did hurt you but I'm glad you are willing to be close to me again.Azula: I'm glad you came back to me.Azula puts her hand on mais cheek. Mai leans into the warm soft hands.

Warm hands.

Very warm hands

To warm hands.

Mai: azula?!

Ma tries to push azula away but azula put her other hand on mais face holding it in a vice grip as the heat kept rising.

Mai felt it burn and whimpered, then cried out as she felt her skin burn. She screamed as she heard it boil.

-

Mai bolted awake. She struggled to catch her breath as she put her hands to her face. She was fine. Her breathing filled the dark room until a blue nlight came from next her.

Azula: you ok?

Mai: yeah...just a-

Azula: a nightmare.

Mai(her breathing back under control): yeah.

Azula: was it about me again?

Mai: no

Azula: don't lie to me

Mai: yes

Azula: do you want me to leave?

Mai: I...no I don't.

Azula: want me to hold you?

Azula reached a hand out but Mai finches away. She mentally kicked herself.

Azula: I see.

Azula rolled back over in the bed, her back to Mai.

Azula: I guess we will talk about it tomorrow.

Mai: yeah...

Mai lay down again and tried to keep the nightmares away.

She would make this work.

Mai woke the next morning having no more nightmares this time. It was a nice change.

She turned her head to look at the rest of the bed and saw it empty. She murmured to herself and pulled the blanket up as the rays of an early sun hit her eye.

She wasn't worried. Azula usually woke with the sun to train

"Crazy girl" Mai murmured as she snuggled into the covers more.her eyes opened as she realized what she said.

'well I mean not crazy crazy just ga!' she rubbed her eyes and sat up in the bed…

'shes not crazy' Mai told herself as she turned to put her feet out of the bed and wrapped her self in the silk sheets. It wasn't cold in the fire nation, but silk was soft.

This ball of silk and two bare feet waddled through the palace, grunting at a servant that tried to ask if she needed anything.

She heard the training field before she saw it. The whooshing of fire and the sounds of birds scattering.

She paused at the entry way and watched a torrent of blue fire scorch the air. But the grass was still green

Control, it was all about control. She could burn anything she wanted and not burn anything she wanted to keep safe.

Mai recognized the form, and saw that azula briefly faltered when she saw Mai.

Mai went forward and sat in the grass watching azula finish. When she did she looked at Mai(or the red silk ball of blankets that was Mai) and went over to sit in the grass next to her.

"What would your parents say if they saw you now?"

"They would say wow Mai you are up early"

Azula smiled. Then she forced it away and glanced around nervously.

'its ok no one saw you smile but me' Mai wanted to say but instead she just kept looking at azula.

"Well, " azula picked at some grass , "why are you spying on me?"

"You're hot when you train" Tylee had convinced her to be more open with her feelings, it felt weird but it did make the princess blush when she did.

The blushing azula turned away, "hot enough to burn you in your nightmares?" Mai didn't share the details of the night before but azula could guess it had to do with her and fire.

"You always have been" Mai wasn't going to let azula wallow.

"Hmp" azula played with the grass again. "I just give you-"

"Nightmares, no you don't. The old you does. The old you that burned anything that made you mad. The old you that was so stubborn. The old you that didn't talk about things."

Azula frowned "I don't think you liked the old me."

Mai shrugged, "I did I just had to be careful."

"Things are different now then? That's what you think?"

Mai smiled. "The wars over, your dad's not controlling you. We started fucking. Yeah things are different now."

Azula blushed deep, "I still don't like talking about things" azula rubbed her eyes.

"You're doing it right now princess. So am I it's sucks but it's what you do." Mai scooted closer and leaned against azula.

The fire bender put her arms around the silk ball of sheets that included Mai.

"I don't want to hurt you."

Mai smiled. "I know, things are different now. Good different."

[shrimparts-blog888]

I will not elaborate ✨️

[nyancrimew]

So people once were calling me a terf, persecuting me just because I held some different opinion. After taking a break from social media, I've did some thinking, and I've came to accept this label as a part of who I am. I identify, inside and out, within the fibers if my soul, as a terf, and anyone who objects to this is being criticalphobic. After a while though, being so enshrined with terfness started exposing to me the many issues and hypocrisies terfs have, which I started rejecting. I just remembered I left my pizza in the oven, its burning uh

Eventually I realized that by rejecting trans people from society, I was arbitrarily drawing a line between what a person participating in society could be, completely discounting all the possible ways our biology I've so long revered could betray the labels our ancestors placed on ourselves. I stopped excluding trans people and started exclusively rejecting normal feminists, making me a ferf, until I walked outside and accidently talked to a guy and found they were normal. With no one familiar to belong to, I gave in and joined feminists and became a rfet.

Anyways do you want to hear about the time I almost drowned in a public water fountain

and the oscar for "best supporting anonymous bait" goes to....... whatever the fuck this is

[milk-lover]

Sobbing uncontrollably reading through a dissertation about the college experience of students with ADHD. It is like reading a report about my life that just says over and over "My experiences are real. My hardships are real. I am not lazy, I am not dumb. My struggles were not my fault, and they were not a moral failing. The failure was with the system, not with me."

Here's a line that got me in particular:

"Hotez et al.(2022) compared the health, academic, and non-academic capacities of a nationally representative sample of U.S. first-year college students with ADHD and without ADHD. Students with ADHD self-reported lower academic aspirations and more feelings of depression and overwhelm, ranking themselves lower in their general emotional health. The fact that students with ADHD scored in the highest 10th percentile for many non-academic traits, such as artistic ability, computer skills, creativity, public speaking, social confidence, self-understanding and understanding of others, compassion, and risk-tasking, suggests that this population has strengths that are frequently underappreciated in academia."

(the paper is a thesis called "Understanding the Collegiate Experience for Students With ADHD" by Gia Long, 2022)

[clanborn]

song number 10 :)

I left my soul exposed

To frail hands who hold

My fate up in the air

And through their fingers fall

The meaning of it all

Down to the floor it goes

Is There Anybody Here? - The Dear Hunter

[miguel-owhora]

hmmm thinking about a COD ABO au where the 141 live in a society where alphas are typically seen at the top of the pack, with betas and omegas as their subordinates. They're used to omegas being submissive and traditionally housepartners.

Enter the reader: this towering, large, heavyset omega who comes from a different society where omegas are actually on top of the pack, where they're more aggressive and territorial compared to the other two sexes.

The others expect you to roll over, maybe be more submissive, and they're quickly proven wrong when you snap at Price when he gets a little close—and it startles them, because an omega just snapped at the head alpha.

The boys grow intrigued by you, but they quickly learn not to overstep your boundaries; you show them you have no qualms with baring your teeth at them. You're not mean, you're polite and respectful as long as they respect you. However, some other idiot doesn't realize this and gets the idea that you need to learn your place; an omega shouldn't be ordering them around, shouldn't even be a soldier, nevermind be anything but a househusband.

The boys get a glimpse of how different omegas are in your society when they see you force the other alpha into submission, sinking your sharp teeth into the back of their neck, threaten to bitch them if they don't learn their place. Blood glints over your slick spit teeth, pupils dilated and feral with aggression and anger. You hold them in a scruff, pinning them down with your body and strength, until the idiot submits. Only then do you let them go with their metaphorical tail tucked between their legs, and you raise your head, glaring at anyone who'll meet your gaze, and ask if anyone else wants to get bitched.

Gaz has to smack Soap's hand down when it starts to rise, ignoring the chubbing in their individual pants as you dip from sight, with Ghost watching you with dark eyes, and Price eventually calling everyone back to their activities. Though, it's a silent agreement that all four boys slink back to their rooms to rub one off to the idea of you bitching them out.

[why-the-heck-not]

me, a responsible being, working on the coding project as I should vs. me, a dysfunctional shithead, getting distracted by reading about brains (once aGAIN damnit (it's my favorite "I need to study my field but bc I should do that it's an impossible unthinkable feat now, so I'm reading about something else to fool my brain I'm still being productive"-topic))