#someone gimme smth

[fumifooms]

Firefly Wedding is so…

It’s so

It’s them. It’s "It’s just a firefly, they’re meant to die soon. Why should I care about the sick, or the poor?"

It’s "I was purposely trying to scare you and push you away to see how far you were willing to go with your act, how desperate you were to play with my feelings as if I was a fool, but it didn’t work."

It’s "I know you’re just using me but now I care. Please keep using me. I need you to need me."

It’s choosing to give her her freedom anyways. Because your love is no longer all about you, no longer selfish. Because this love isn’t just a shallow balm to soothe your complexes anymore.

It’s being betrayed, finally facing the lies and no longer pretending you both don’t know that this is a farce, but desperately wanting to keep it going anyways. It’s "I should hate you now. Why don’t I? Hey, tell me we’ll go through with the plan, tell me you’ll marry me after all. Otherwise, why am I still here? Why don’t I want to leave? You act like you don’t need me but I still need you."

Like that’s so revolutionary for a yandere story. The self-delusion is strong, denial that things have changed despite it being impossible to truly believe, BUT HE STAYS. It’s no longer selfish 😭😭

"I don’t care about you anymore, I won’t help you. Get yourself killed for all I care." <- Jumps to her rescue 3 milliseconds later when she almost falls down a ladder/roof. It happens twice. The ‘lying and trying to emotionally distance yourself from something to protect yourself and not get hurt’ defense mechanism is blatant and it’s failing really bad.

It’s "My sense of duty and goals to have accomplished something useful in my short life are making me do this, but I do want you to stay with me." The yandere stuff here gets turned on its head because what he says is empty where it matters and meaningful where it matters. It’s knowing that if Satoko asks him not to kill anyone he won’t, but knowing that he won’t give up on her no matter what, even if she’s unattainable, even if she’s sickly, even if she pushes him away like just before. It’s so thinly veiled for "I’m determined to see my goal through, but that’s not what I want. If you just so happen to take me away and I don’t try to run away hard enough then we can elope and be free. I want to have an excuse to leave with you. Please give up on marrying me. Please don’t. I want that, but I can’t."

It’s "If I didn’t burn brightly in my short firefly life, then what was the point?"

Except that burning brightly doesn’t have to mean making big achievements, or being useful to your family.

It can be living happily, living for the ones you love, fighting for them. It can be worth to risk it for things that actually matter to you.

It’s giving your heart to someone, figuratively and literally. To lend it to them even if it might get used or battered, for as long as it beats to use your body to protect them, even if you have to sacrifice yourself. A love that burns bright into a bonfire before they both turn to ashes. Unwise but wholehearted.

It’s despite even that, needing grandiose gestures to be able to trust that this is real. It’s needing external cues that prove it to feel safe in their love existing, other people to confirm that he’s not crazy, that this is happening and this is how they both feel. Their love has been fake, both being a warped love and being a lie, only being out of necessity or because the other was the only one willing to offer it to them, offering comfort, safety, support and care. And showing that they care is the most loving of all. It’s despite everything falling back into old habits that "Oh if she was miserably worried for me then that means she’s not indifferent to me! That’s good!" And then once again being taken aback by her, by her earnestness and by her will. Because oh, no, this goes deeper than that. She cares. It’s love.

It’s opening your heart up to love, and both being punished and rewarded for it.

But most of all it’s

And it being the most loving thing he’d ever heard

Firefly Wedding is so…

And yet it’s also

The complicated and hurtful nature of love and the joy and light it brings are two sides of the same coin, because that’s what inevitably happens when you care about something. But caring about a firefly isn’t a waste even however short lived it is, or how hard the loss will inevitably hit you. Isn’t their light just such a wonder to witness?

[sonder-paradise]

all i wanna do is write a comfort fic with a genshin character..

[inoreuct]

punkflower where miles is beating up a bar full of bad guys and hobie’s just chilling under a counter with a few other gals who are hiding and they’re like WHO TF ARE U?!!?;$3;37 and hobie goes oh 👍🏼👍🏼 his bf 😚

HE’S JUST CHATTING W THEM COMPLETELY UNBOTHERED BY THE CHAOS IN THE BACKGROUND until miles hollers HOBIE and he’s like right right yep coming love and he hops up, smashes a few people w his guitar and sits back down again.

literally chatting all casual with the girlies and he goes “sorry gimme a sec bae is callin” GOES OUT KICKS ASS COMES BACK “ok where were we? smth abt ya cheatin’ ass boyfriend? girly dya want me ta run him over. bcs i’ll run him over for ya—”

the girls are FLABBERGASTED and hobie has heart eyes. absolutely fucking smitten as he watches miles beat someone over the head with a bar stool.

[kindaasrikal]

Haha Kai is going to look after Bonzle in the nether space and eventually he’s going to be reminded of Cole and Nya.

Kai: Hey Cole, can you get my sword real quick?

Bonzle: Kai?

Kai: Oh.

-

*after a fight or smth with someone, Bonzle came back injured*

Kai: Dammit- Why can’t you just let me protect you Nya!

Bonzle:…

Kai: I..I mean Bonzle. Why can’t you let me protect you…Bonzle.

-

But to make it worse, Bonzle sees Cole in Kai.

Bonzle: Cole! Look, I found-

*she turns around and sees Kai staring at her*

Bonzle: I-…I mean, Kai. I found some, stuff..

They just wanna see their families again.

Gimme Kai and Bonzle trauma bonding so close that they can’t be apart for long.

[2knightt]

HI I SAW UR REQUESTS OPEN AND IMMEDIAYELY SCRAMBLED TO WRITE THIS

idk if this makes sense, but smth like ponyboy x academic-rival!soc!reader? like they’re compared to each other a lot. they have quiet passive aggressive arguments. and they’re always on each other’s mind.. “for some reason.”

i was thinking like maybe ponyboy finds reader in some compromising position. like, maybe they’re getting bothered at the drive-in and he steps in (he doesn’t even realize what he’s doing until he does it) and sticks up for reader— and it leads to them learning more about each other in the process?

loll idk if this makes sense but your writing’s actually great can’t wait to see what u put out next ^^

୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ and you can’t think of anyone else.⋄ 𓍯

REQUESTED: you and ponyboy ‘dislike’ each other.

tags/warnings: story focused, long/on the longer side, gn!reader, reader gets harassed by a creep, ponyboy nearly gets into a fistfight, reader has a brother,

ೃauthor notes⁀➷ anon i think you’re magic because i was JUST thinking about writing academic rivals with ponyboy

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“wow, pony. only 89%? i thought you were good at math.”

“i am.”

“you sure?”

ponyboy gritted his teeth as he huffed, pulling his paper out of your hands as he went back to his seat. right behind you.

if ponyboy didn’t know better, he’d thought that mr. lizweski was out for him. he glared daggers at the back of your head, his jaw still clenched.

99%. that’s such bullshit. you had to be bribing all the teachers to keep on getting first place, right? there’s no way in hell he’d ever come in second.

ponyboy wasn’t even second in track.

89% was all he thought about. in his remaining classes, he pressed down on the paper a little too hard when writing, he was oddly silent around his school friends, and he walked faster—with more of a purpose than anything.

it was clear to his friends that he was agitated, but they didn’t bother asking. each time the topic of you, the reason of his annoyance, was brought up ponyboy went on what seemed like an hour long rant.

“they’re bribing the teachers, right? they have to be! how else would they be getting these stupid marks when they’re busy parting their hair in class, or they’re too busy talking to their friends about, “what’s for lunch?” i am so goddamn tired of it!”

“….you seem to know an awful lot ‘bout y/n for someone who hates ‘em.”

“i do hate them! did you not just hear what i said?”

the rest of the day, ponyboy was in a bad mood. it felt like nothing could pull him out of it, not even when soda grabbed some change to treat him to go get snacks.

you stood out there gas station, head down to look at ground to avoid the random, rather ugly, dude standing above you.

“c’mon, pretty. gimme a smile, why don’t you?”

you stayed silent, turning your head away from him. he reeked of booze, the scent making your skin crawl.

ponyboy seen this, a slight anger bubbling inside him. it was different than what he felt all through today. this was real, genuine anger rather than annoyance.

ignoring soda calling for him and ignoring his subconscious yelling at him, ponyboy stomped toward you and the guy.

he got between the two of you, shoving the guy back slightly.

“they ain’t interested.”

“what’re you? their boyfriend?”

“just lay off.”

“or what?”

the guy pressed, taking a step closer to pony. neither of their glares wavered. pony’s knuckles were almost white with how hard he was clenching his hand.

you fully believe he wouldn’t socked him right then and there if soda hadn’t stepped in and talked the guy away, calming the drunkard a few feet away.

“you didn’t need to step in.”

“it’s not like you were gonna be anything.”

“you don’t know that.”

“i do know that, y/n.”

ponyboy spoke with such a stern tone, you almost believed him against your own will. but, as the whole situation set in, you couldn’t help but feel thankful.

“whatever.”

“whatever?”

he asked, sounding almost offended. pony almost fought a guy for you and all he gets is a goddamn, ‘whatever’?

“..thank you.”

you mumbled quietly, crossing your arms as you leaned back onto the gas station wall, looking down at the gravel below.

“you’re welcome.”

the silence that hung between the two of you was palpable. you shifted your weight from side to side until ponyboy broke the awkwardness.

“so, you come ‘round here often?”

“yeah. my brother works here so i get things for cheap.”

“you got a brother?”

“mhm. soda’s age.”

you confirmed, silence falling between the two of you once more. ponyboy glanced inside the store, seeing your brother work the register.

well, he should be, at least. he was currently being held back from going outside to kick some sense into the creep from earlier.

“you two look alike.”

ponyboy muttered under his breath, a small part of him hoping you wouldn’t hear. his ears went hot with embarrassment when he heard you snicker.

“don’t insult me like that.”

he always knew you were quick witted, but hearing it happen when pony wasn’t the one being made fun of was rare. but, rather funny.

ponyboy understands why your friends are always giggling around you now, as he’s begun to catch himself let out a small chuckle at your words.

“it ain’t a bad thing.”

“it totally is. you just haven’t met ‘em.”

you, yourself, were laughing at your own words. the two of you quickly laughing amongst yourselves, the conversation making 0 sense to anyone but to you guys.

time seemed to tick by faster and faster the more ponyboy got invested into the conversation. you carried yourself with a confidence he couldn’t comprehend.

the way you spoke, the way you stood, the way you looked—it was all so confusing for pony.

soda walked out of the gas station, a plastic bag full of all kinds of snacks as he shouted at his younger brother.

“ponyboy, let’s go!”

“alright, soda!”

the wind was the only thing filling your guys’ ears as he kicked the gravel you two stood on. until you, as always, broke the ice.

“i’ll see you ‘round, 89%.”

“yea. see you at school, 82%.”

you two teased, narrowing your eyes at each other one last time for the night.

even on the car ride home with soda, who calmed down the drunkard and even got close with your brother, ponyboy was still confused.

despite being the best, number one, in english—he couldn’t find the words to describe how he felt about you.

so, he’ll just say he’a neutral on you. until you get a higher grade than him, of course.

[freedomfireflies]

hi bestie, can i request smth where harry is filming dwd and olivia keeps trying to get at harry and hit on him but he denies her every time and one day where reader comes to set she and harry are both in harry’s trailer but olivia doesn’t know reader is there so she tries hitting on harry again and starts saying rlly inappropriate things and reader hears and puts her in her place and says that if she ever talks to harry in a way other than a precessional way she’ll expose her or something? idk if that made sense haha and harry gets all happy and is like you are my lord and savior 😭 can you make reader a really bad bitch 😭😭 💕

Hi! Yes, so, I’m changing things a bit because I’m personally not a super big fan of bringing Olivia herself into this kind of stuff but I’m absolutely keeping the premise!! Just changing the antagonist to someone fictional instead! Obviously you can still picture her if you’d like but I hope this will be okay and that whoever asked will still enjoy 😭💞

“‘I know exactly where you can stick that can of tuna, Jack-ass.’”

Harry smirks, eyes peering over the top of his script at you. “The line is, ‘Hi, honey, welcome home.’”

“Oh. Weird. I must have gotten a different script cause mine definitely says the other thing,” you reply innocently, batting your eyelashes as he exhales a soft laugh. “Yeah, see…right there. Jack. Ass.”

“Oh, it does, does it?”

“It does. Strange, huh?”

“Uh-huh. Very.”

You bite at your lip to refrain from grinning as you return your eyes to the page. “Okay, well…I think you’re good for tomorrow’s scene. I mean, it’s kind of all about her, anyway, so…no one will really be paying attention to you.”

“Gee, thanks,” he snorts as he straightens up on the small couch, tossing the script to the side.

“Hey, am I wrong?” You blink. “Hello. Florence fucking Pugh is in the same frame, I guarantee you nobody is looking at you.”

“Oh, well, I’m flattered,” he retorts, hand coming up to his chest in faux appreciation. “No, really. Give me another compliment. I think I’m blushing.”

Your eyes roll playfully as you gingerly chuck a water bottle at him. It flies across the tiny trailer and whacks him in the stomach as he flinches, laughing as it falls into his lap. “Hysterical. Truly,” you bite back. “Been a movie star for five minutes and think you’re the shit.”

He tosses his arms along the back of the couch, settling in a bit further as he nods at you. “S’been at least ten minutes, love.”

“Right, and to this day, iCarly is still your best work.”

“…you know what, I’m not even gonna argue with you on that one. I really did shine.”

“Oh, absolutely.”

“Sucked the shit out of that water bottle.”

“You really did.”

“Oscar-worthy, I’d say.”

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

He eyes you from his spot, sensing your teasing tone, and before you can clock his sneaky intentions, he’s lifting the water bottle into the air, twisting off the cap, and flinging the water at you.

You gasp as the water effectively drenches your hair, face, and chest. You attempt to shield yourself by throwing your arms up, but it’s too late, and Harry lets out a deep, guttural laugh. 

“Oh, you dick,” you squeal, immediately standing as you throw him a peeved look. “See, this is why I don’t take you home to my mother.”

He’s wearing a shit-eating grin as he watches you scramble to the bathroom. “Oops.”

“Oops my ass.” You attempt to wring some of the water out of your hair as you glance at your reflection in the tiny mirror. “I can’t go out there and let Chris Pine see me like this!”

Another laugh. “Why not?”

“Because I love him and I have mascara dripping down my face,” you huff, swiping a knuckle under your eye. “Oh, God, this is bad. Okay, gimme five, I gotta reset.”

“Babe,” he calls with another chuckle. “You look fine—”

“Bite me!” you retort quickly before slamming the door shut. “Shit! Where’s my setting powder?”

You hear him snort to himself from the other side but soon turn your attention back to the canvas that he so elegantly ruined.

It had taken you twenty minutes to get the eyeliner wing this sharp.

You frown as you get to work, and for the next couple of minutes, your focus remains on your own reflection as you hear Harry humming to himself on the couch.

And then…the humming stops.

“Hey…?”

“Hey, so sorry to bother you. I just wanted to check in before you leave, make sure you’re doing all right with the revisions.”

You pause, leaning a bit closer to the door as a second voice enters the trailer.

“Oh…yeah. Went over it this afternoon. I like it, it sounds good. I think it’ll be really impactful.”

“Oh, good. Good, yeah. Yeah, I’m really looking forward to watching you and Florence bring it to life. I’ve said it before, but we really are just so lucky to have you both on board.”

You finally recognize the voice, placing it to the face of the film’s director, Angela. And now that your curiosity is satisfied, you return to your task as the conversation continues to slip underneath the door.

“Hey, it’s all thanks to your vision,” Harry is humbly responding. “I just feel lucky to be a part of it.”

A bit of silence as you swipe your lipstick along your bottom lip before you hear the sound of footsteps climbing up the stairs and into the trailer.

“You’re such a doll. No, really, that’s such a kind to say,” Angela gushes. “You know…this whole casting process was really just…it was so stressful there for a minute but after I saw your audition tape, I just knew you’d be our Jack.”

“Listen, I’m just glad it worked out the way it did. It’s kind of nice to dip my toe into this side of the industry and I’ve got a lot of really great mentors to help me along.”

“Oh, absolutely. I mean, we just have such a fantastic cast. You’re in great hands.”

A beat.

“And, you know, I’ve said this before but…if you ever need anything at all, you just need to let me know,” Angela says. “You’re my top priority, and I want to make sure you feel taken care of.”

“Thanks, that’s really—”

Suddenly, it goes quiet. Far too quiet and for a moment, you wonder if they’ve left the trailer altogether.

You step out of the bathroom and glance both ways, just to check and make sure he didn’t leave you behind.

But instead of an empty trailer, you find Harry.

And Angela.

And her tongue.

Down his throat.

Your eyebrows just about fly off your forehead as you clear your throat and call, “I’m sorry. Am I interrupting something?”

Terrified, and a bit pale, Harry leans back and catches your eye, expression frazzled like a deer caught in headlights.

Angela, however, is a bit slower to remove herself from his body, finally stepping back with a bit of a wounded smile. “Oh, my gosh…I’m so sorry. This…this isn’t how I wanted you to find out, I—”

“Find what out?” you ask just as Harry says, “I’m sorry, what?”

She quickly looks between you both, palm hovering over her mouth as if stunned. “Oh! I’m…I’m sorry, I thought you told her.”

“Told me what?” you repeat, stepping closer, and looking to Harry.

Poor thing looks like he’s about to keel over.

“About…our…arrangement,” she answers shyly, and your eyes narrow.

Harry blinks. “We…what? What arrangement, I—”

“Oh. That arrangement. Got it,” you cut in, nodding as you finally put the pieces together.

Both Harry and Angela turn to look at you, surprised. 

“Yeah,” you agree, taking another step as you meet her eye. “Yeah, no. Florence told me about this thing you do where you try to fuck your actors and exploit them for fame. Oh, and how your entire marriage is a sham, and you’re trying to get out of it by pretending you were the innocent, bad-ass feminist just trying to do her job when you were blackmailed into sleeping with your costar.”

She swallows as Harry’s jaw nearly drops.

“Oh, she also told me that if I were to find you…arranging yourself on my man, then I should remind you of section 15, paragraph 3 of the contract you signed,” you add, arms crossing over your chest. “Does that…ring any bells?”

Her cheeks flush. “Look, I wasn’t trying to—”

“I’m sure,” you hum. “But you did, and now you’re done. Thank you so much for stopping by. Buh-bye now.”

And with that, you gesture toward the door. 

A rather petrified Angela stands to her feet, knees a bit wobbly as she makes her way for the exit.

And just before she can close the door, you call, “Oh, and just a little tip…when you see the officers? Don’t run.”

The door slams shut before you have the chance to see her expression but something tells you…it was everything.

Now, you turn to Harry, still glued to the small sofa. “Anything you have to say for yourself?”

He straightens up, nearly tripping over his tongue as he begins to explain, “I promise, I don’t know what happened, she just put her hand on my thigh and suddenly it was, like, all the way up my thigh, and her mouth was like…right there, and I didn’t know what to do, and I wasn’t sure what was even happening, or if it was part of the script or something, and I—”

You close the gap between you and take his face between your palms. “Harry?”

He winds down to a stop. “…yeah?”

You grin. “I love you.”

Utter relief floods his features as he sighs and melts back into the cushions. “I love you, too. Thank you, by the way. Ironically, she tasted like canned tuna.”

You laugh as you flop down beside him, whacking at his chest on the way down. “Ew. Poor Nick.”

“Right? iCarly would never do this to me.”

For a moment, you can only chuckle, and despite the rather interesting turn of events…you can’t deny your joy.

“No,” you agree with a grin. “No, she would not.”

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[ubtendo]

Nah fam, the joke is on YOU bc I LOVE when people share interests. Gimme the bug lore and the Briggsbek content. I'm shaking the bars of my cage.

Not really bugs, but imagine Torbek having a higher resistance to spider venom and/or scorpions. He had a "'"pet"'" scorpion named Bobby.

He's like a Disney Princess but Specifically For Bugs/insectoid things.

Also visually impaired Briggsy AAAAAA. Tie in neurodivergent Torbek with a wide vocabulary and I bet you dollars to donuts that this bugbear absolutely describes the colors and looks of different bugs, but between guiding gentle touches and stating colors, he follows it up with like. The sensory experience of the colors. Similar in a vague sense to synesthesia, but all the colors and shades are independent to each other.

As for nicknames, Briggsy would call Torbek fitting things like Atlas (big) and such, but also stuff like Bugaboo, lovebug ((not literal ones bc Torbek may have OPINIONS on those, but the term is still cute)), honeybee, buzzy, and tying in some self indulgent stuff, when Torbek is overstimulated, it's burrito bugbear hours and Briggsy calls him some variant of caterpillar.

Torbek personally isn't big on pet names, but he does have special bugs that he holds up apropos nothing and goes "this one reminds me of you" and then he goes on a total in depth explanation as to why and how and what features contribute to that explanation.

((P.S. don't imagine Torbek being near illiterate but able to read Sylvan near fluently after his capture. Don't imagine him having a decent grasp on most spoken languages but still struggling to read. Don't imagine Torbek casually being a polyglot and never realizing it's smth impressive.))

((P.S.S. Don't imagine briggsy having mapped out all of Torbek's features by sound and touch. Don't imagine his terror of eventually losing those senses as well. They send audio messages mostly. And then Do NOT Imagine the metamorphosis in the EoM campaign and Briggsy's sheer joy of semi-lucidity of senses, of the knowledge that he'll one day be able to see and taste and touch his lover in full. But of it only happens when they're worlds apart and trapped as such))

You are killing me, anon

Anon my heart

I don't even know how I can add to that, this is perfect

First of all I wanna bite myself in the butt for not thinking of Bugaboo (I love that nickname, I'm so mad at myself) and Torbek would call Briggsy "Captain" to ground him when his temper is acting up

And Torbek being the princess of bugs is cannon now to me. I imagine especially after being modified with the witchlight, he would have not an immunity but a resistance to bug venom

Also, even tho I haven't seen it yet, it would really frustrate me if someone just hears Torbek talk and think that he would be "stupid" because of the way he talks. You would just need to really listen once to what he is saying to realise that Torbek is actually quite eloquent, so thank you for pointing that out, he would be sitting there for a lifetime visualising world verbally for Briggsy, and he would switch between languages when he thinks that they would sound nicer as a description

And everytime (fiction or non fiction) a visually impaired or blind person asks "to see someone face", it just melts my heart. Cause even tho they can't see too know what the eye color or hair colour of the other is, they know every wrinkle, every mole, if you have dimples or acne or a sort of facial fluff, the way your nose is shaped and how your lips feel, the unique way your ear is shaped, they know your face better than you yourself and better than every other seeing person (sorry had to get that one of my chest) so Briggsy doing the same with Torbek is just -GAH💕

(I haven't seen up to the metamorphosis episode yet but I know about this already because I've read through Briggsys, honestly very empty, fanwiki article but his thrill of that he might be able to actually SEE him? I'm bawling)

AHRG EVERYTHING ABOUT YOUR ASK IS PERFECT I LOVE IT

We are all building this ship together and that is really something special

[chiiyuuvv]

• PAIRING — childhoodbestie!hunter x fem!reader

• GENRE — huntys down bad, pinning, kissing

• WORD COUNT — 939

• AUTHOR'S NOTE — little smth smth i wrote for my friends but DAMN did i write the hell out of that like its so good. I wrote that?? Naur. Also also i suggest listening to 20cm by txt bc the feels and also the fic is heavily influenced by it so id read the translations if i were you yeah okay i go back to writing Also also pt 2 if yall want more suggestive hunter gimme a plot damn it

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The two of you running hand and hand through the school corridors of your elementary, running to the playground after wolfing down your lunch. You pat hunters head as you were taller than him, his eyebrows furrowing as he looks up at you.

Now hes looking down at you, a hand still intertwined with yours as the other holds your waist, swaying you back and forth with a gentle smile on his face. The warm lighting of the highschool prom colors his face well.

His newfound awkwardness almost as tall as his height, you were a little shocked that he asked you to dance. His voice deeper and the pink tint complimenting his cheeks, he avoids your eyes, a hand scratching the back of his neck.

Hes been avoiding you lately, his sentences always studdered and the air suddenly heavy. But maybe he was too busy thinking about you that he didnt notice his actions. As you grew older and older, he found this desire to hold you, tickle your chin, just be with you in general.

Maybe thats why his heart skipped a beat when he saw you in that beautiful red dress, his mind going back to your middle school days; how he would help you to a book that was placed on highest shelf, his doe eyes looking down at you. He felt this nervousness he never felt before, pressing the book against your chest before asking you to lunch. Why was he so shy?

You grew up so well, your hair flowing and your eyes slightly bigger. A pretty smile always on your face and your brain expanding daily. He admired you from afar, from up close, anywhere he could find you.

And now that hes older, he tries changing himself to be man you desire; someone whos easy going, but takes your feelings very seriously. It was kind of easy, since hes known you for so long. But doubts still run through his mind, questioning if he'll be with someone that'll ever be as good as you. He needed you.

But when you slip your hand into his, his thoughts wash away, his heart thumping and his adams apple bobbing. God, you were so pretty. It was a little silly about your affect of holding his hand; you've done it ever since you were little, your habit of giving him soft head pets and teasing him for his shortness.

But now you cant reach his head, a smirk quipped on his face whenever its his turn to tease you. He loves the way you would pout, dropping your pretty bottom lip while thinking of a comeback to his insult. He wanted to kiss the pout off of your lips.

And how pretty you looked when you smiled, your sweet laughter ringing in his ears. He wished he could record it, playing it whenever he missed you dearly, even if its been a couple hours. Thats probably the reason why he was staring at you so much tonight, his eyes never leaving yours as he sways you back and forth, content and love in his expression.

He pushes a strand of hair behind your ear, muttering the words "so pretty" as his mind took mental pictures of you, how your dress was hugging your body so well, and how you were looking up at him, filled with so much fondness that he could melt.

He never wanted to forget this moment, the smell of your shampoo covering his nose as he softly kisses your head, something he always did to comfort you. Watching as your eyes fluttered close, he couldnt take it anymore, his hands leaving yours and your sides and cupping your cheeks, his thumb rubbing on your skin.

"Can I.." he whispers although you could hear him perfectly, his heart catching up with his staggered breaths as he continues to stare in your eyes. "..take one more inch?" He always felt like he was so close but so far, like if you let go of his hand you would land in someone elses, a small, tiny jealously burning inside of him, and the selfishness to keep you for himself, that you were his, he was yours. 

After what feels forever, you let out a soft nod, hunter taking one step, then another until hes hunched over at your level, his hands gently lifting your head to place his plump lips onto yours. He does it with so much care and precision that it leaves shivers down your spine, hunter breaking the kiss to stare into your soft eyes.

Then he leans in again, his eyes fluttered closed as he feels the world stop, the soft music fading and the light murmurring of the other students and their partners disappearing. What mattered was you, he was only thinking you, he needed you, he needed you to be his, he needed to kiss you repeatedly.

His lips move in a soft pace, savoring the flavor of your vanilla bean lip bomb; a small sigh leaving his lips as you lightly tug his hair, your small hands playing with it. He finally breaks the kiss, his cheeks painted pink again as his hands that cupped your face was sinking down to your waist. Your arms around his neck as his eyes were still fluttered shut, swaying your body back and forth as little shivers leave his being.

His eyes open to finds yours staring at him fondly, studying his facials and a small smile on your face. His doe eyes, squishy cheeks, and plump, light pink lips making you melt. He wanted to cherish you forever.

[rainswhenyourehere]

GUYS someone quick gimme smth john laurens would be afriad of pls pls pls

[shinestarhwaa]

I need a reason to write ot8 smut filth again

Someone gimme a plot or smth

[hiro-doodlez]

quickquickquick

I have artblock gimme smth to draw

SOMEONE PUSHING INK SANS DOWN 96 FLIGHTS OF STAIRS

[cherrywperson]

so uhhh do you have any headcanons for tobias wilson from the hit show the amazing world of gumball

I DO!!!!!! 🫡🫡 GIMME A SEC

I hc hes gay but is under massive copium and trying to prove hes straight so so hard thats why hes like that 💔💔 somebody save him . i also liek the hc that hes trans yayyyy

hes a twitch streamer with 5 subs and one of them is his mom 💀

this is pretty much canon but he wears makeup :3 leslie also does it for him YAYY

this isnt abt tobias but his dad spent money on buying an nft instead of buying smth for his wife like idk a pool 😭😭

hes dogcoded!!!!!! hes a kicked puppy!!!!!!!

kinda canon but hes the replacement mc . but hed do a terrible job at it so hed be probably replaced by someone else too 😭😭

autism

hes actually like bad at videogames man idk 😭 just plays them for the fun of it and buys everything like pay to win

does cotton candy have a smell? cuz he smells like that . he smells like fruits

he doesnt actually get to eat a lot cuz hes neglected yk . hes horrendously skinny 💔 school is where he gets to eat the most IDK IDK

he recovers from injuries pretty easily (kinda) cuz hes the worlds punching bag. idk man cartoon logic

aaaa i wish i had more hcs cuz i think abt him quite often hes mt 2nd fave BUT I GOT NOTHING 😭😭😭 SORRY but heres some kinda old tobias drawings if it hells ❤️

[limespeaks]

Gimme your opinion pretty pls?

Sebastian swallows you and you sleep in his tummy for a hour or so. And all of a sudden, other expendables come to his shop and start blinding him with a flash beacon. Do you think he would forget that someone is sleeping inside his stomach and yell at these players or stay still (with a REALLY annoyed face) until they leave so as not to wake up the sleeping tiny?

I feel like it could be either depending on the day tbh. Like if he’s more tired or stressed already or smth then he’d yell at the other expendables. Otherwise he’d be silent lol

[intertexts]

since I can't talk about my favorite bits that made me go AUGH bc of things you dont know about yet. give me ur favorite bit. what was ur favorite bit in that fic. gimme the authors notes behind the scenes ramble

AUAUAUAUA.... u r so nice 2 meee godddd what the hell. exploding u💥💥💥!!!!!!!!!!! ANYWAY. OK. OK. AUTHORS NOTES.

things i included that i am VERY IFFY ON but nevertheless went for:

>i think there's like 70/30 odds that they (dakota) try to do the putting ashe's headphones with thank you scientist or smth blaring on him to try & bring him back thing. can't tell you if it'll work or not but it has to come up. nevertheless i think if u were stuck in yr head for a year with the fucking trickster u would appreciate some quiet!!!!!! & its just. idk man. that's what i'd spiral over. what if one day u wake up n u don't even like all the stuff u love anymore. etc.

>I'M ALSO TAKING. A REALLY FUCKING LONG SHOT by explicitly referring to wiwi as alive? honestly? like it's a 50/50, i think that all the stuff w/ the heart etc should continue to have thematic resonance, but also i don't know how that will work with the wisps when they..... return? (<- using this word in the loosest possible way i just don't know how else to say it. when theyre onscreen again??) i'm sure the wisp thing gets some resolution i have no doubt. and i don't know if "whisperer william" and "alive body traits" are mutually exclusive. idk. idk. we'll see!!

>i'm assuming tide will make another appearance b4 the season ends. idgaf if he shows in deadwood or not i fucking HOPE NOT but i just thought man. he Would come to bring them all back n take care of them. i think he and mark should get to have a really long slightly more. real? conversation on how much parenting fucking sucks and is stressful and terrifying and they feel bad at it.

MY FAVORITE BIT. goddd. iiii. ok. i have a lot of Thoughts on wingfics & idk. i guess i always think they're a bit too easy. u have wings that u Never Ever Let Anyone Touch Except Family And Lovers and u Let Someone Preen Them and what-- there isn't even any terrifying indecipherable swirl of emotions about it?? it isn't even scary?? (& also the whole Why Is It Good When People Touch Ur Wings. "because it is" okay??? and why then?? i also am guilty of this but at least theres like. two sentences about it.) & when there's hybrid shit & its like ok suddenly u woke up with Searing Pain in ur back and things writhing around in there breaking through yr skin and bone to get out and-- thats IT??? there isn't even gonna be any lasting trauma about it? you're not even gonna feel weird about being permanently Different now? it isn't even inconvenient and painful?? so ig that's like-- the core of this one, lmao. obviously i have. Thoughts and Feelings on the whole prime nonconsensually and irrevocably changing ur body defenders thing. like. of course. thesis statement of my blog. & i have thoughts about. being a vessel & not getting any say in it, ig. idk. i hate when people take my stuff without asking!! the idea of someone taking my ME without asking is like, viscerally terrifying 2 me. not unpacking that moving on etc.... my favorite bit is ig ashe having conflicting and messy emotions on liking the way it feels. freaking out and trying 2 stonewall it out & eventually just. letting himself have the good thing. oversharing 9pm time but idk... ashe is a little Like Me in that he was a fucking shut in & never had friends until he was a teenager and doesn't really. know much about it? didn't have much experience in it? so he's really satisfying to write not in a projection-y way but an ah! i KNOW what this is like i can write this correctly!! very scary!!!! very 24/7 butterflies in ur stomach!! OH. I LIED. ACTUALLY. my favorite bit is ashe unconsciously using words & such abt capacitors and voltage and electricity etc. bc of growing up with an electrician dad :] very very small and minor but i have a lot of fucking emotions abt it actually!!! anyway. yeag <333

other behind the scenes thing: in my head wiwi is freaking the FUCK out the entire time he is going shit SHIT SHIT i'm so fucking bad at this shittttttttttttt is this what it's like for dakota to deal with me. is this what i'm like. shit. what do vynce and dakota do. hes like. cartoon running putting down the tracks just in front of the train this entire time <33 this is important to me.

[tiger333k]

What is it with the lack of Jasico crossover fics?

Like, we see Solangelo centric x (literally everything) fics everywhere, do I need to talk about Percabeth??

Then- nothing

Its either the entire seven, or these two ships

Like c’mon, give my boy Jason a centric

Then throw in Jasico, Pipeyna and Frazel and hades, I’m fine with valdangelo too or smth

Divide the attention, not meaning to offend someone, but I’m literally sick of the amount of fics focusing on these two, and other ships deserve attention too

(The lack of F/F ships as well???)

I don’t even care what crossover it is, HTTYD or MCU it DC

Just-

-gimme

(Yes I’m annoying and no, I don’t apologize. Society made me this way. Wait scratch that. Fandom made me this way.)

[verishere]

uh

um

uhhhhhhh

gimme a disastrous magical scenario. I have a wizard character whose job it is to clean up after other more irresponsible wizards

i need smth funny

Given I know nothing about how these wizards magic works, I'm going to use this as an excuse to talk about some from my world. Maybe they can also apply to yours, or at least give some kind of idea.

The dancing plague of 1518. That sounds like a fictional name, but no, look it up. That's real life history. Of course, I couldn't leave something like that alone, so I exaggerated it and stuffed into my world.

So the central plaza of this one kingdom had runes drawn all over the damned thing. Each one was applied to the bottom of a brick that would then be laid into the plaza floor, the culprit of course being one of the several workers involved in building it. Or at least, he was disguising as a common laborer instead of an extremely dangerous and also slightly unstable wizard. Now of course it wouldn't be applied to every brick, only the ones he held, but that just makes it funnier.

He sent his magic into the runes roughly 50 years after it was built. No one, of course, suspected anything of the plaza that entire time; why would they? Nothing had happened yet. And now suddenly if you step on the wrong square, you start dancing until you step off the plaza entirely. For as long as you remain on the plaza you will remain dancing, if you step on the wrong one. He also cast a larger spell over all the plaza so that once this effect activated, you cannot mark the bricks at all, or even move them or anything like that without magical means. You just had to guess which ones were safe and which one's weren't.

The event of course ended when the reigning monarch came down to see what all the ruckus was about, thought it utterly rediculous, these people must be lying as an excuse to dance in public, or some kind of defamation against me, so he decided to prove that it must be a hoax. By stepping onto it.

Unfortunately, the king himself was a magic user, and a rather more powerful one than the wizard who'd set this whole thing up, so he of course broke the spells and replaced the plaza's bricks... after about 45 seconds of ballet in front of his assembled people.

Another one was when the same wizard as before cast a spell to change the perceptions of everyone in the entirety of the palace grounds of a different kingdom's monarch, some few centuries later. What he did was anyone who stepped into that palace would be incapable of percieving height properly. If what they were looking at was taller than them, it would appear half height to their eyes; if it is shorter than them, it will quadruple in height to their eyes. It does, of course, not actually affect anything physically. All it did was that anyone fortunate enough to watch got to see noblemen stepping as high as they could very carefully over a small pipe in the ground, or run away screaming when a spider approached. It should be mentioned this did not affect other people, if they saw someone else they were their proper height.

Another time this same wizard (he's a fun guy) some 1000 years or so after the last incident (some other people didn't think he was very fun, he had to be quiet for a bit) was sneaking up upon a diplomatic meeting between two kingdoms, who did not share a language. He cast a spell over the translator, causing her to perceive every word said by one side as a fart joke, and any said by the other side as a dick joke. As in, if one person mentioned someone named "James", then it would be perceived to her as a joke about James' well endowment. The sentence would remain unaltered in meaning, except that always if the subject of the sentence were a person the translator would hear a joke made about that person. So speaking to each other of course, they would address each other by name or by pronoun, and each and every time it was done, the translator always relayed the joke she heard as well.

Fortunately, two of the people there were magic users themselves, albiet extremely weak ones, and were able to eventually sense the magic in the area. It took some time though, and some pain. As in, almost a massive diplomatic incident that would have ended several trade routes and friendships.

I have more, I'm sure, but I can't think of anymore off the top of my head and I need sleep. Hope one of these at least gave an idea though!