#sorry i got a little carried away

[mavcancees]

he's from the 90's and every trade and twink at the gay club wanted him BAD. wore white tanktops, mesh shirts and jeans exclusively. he was in love with the brunette harness-babe couch-queen boy that didn't date anyone because they "couldn't afford" him. people catch them making out in the bathroom

[mickstart]

Re your last headcanon ask: I ABSOLUTELY think we get an unfair balance of jealous Aventurine as compared to Ratio. Do you have any thoughts on how Ratio's jealousy/possessiveness would manifest? Aventurine-centric again, but I love in fanfic/fanart when he's being all over the top friendly to Ratio and then sends whoever Ratio was talking to The Death Glare™. Real gap moe.

I also love when jealousy is the thing that makes them realize "oh Shit I think I care about him more than the average coworker amount"

Okay I think. The thing about Ratio is he's so resigned to his own isolation that he probably doesn't usually GET jealous bc he's just like "of course people want to spend time with others over me. they always do. I don't care." and I think it would be a pretty new feeling to him. He'd beat himself up a LOT for getting possessive because he'd be so annoyed at how irrational it is. So his possessiveness would probably be more lowkey than Aventurine's.

I think pre-relationship he sits there and silently seethes watching aventurine flirt and YES that would probably be the thing that makes him realise he likes him a little too much. Just imagine Ratio on the sidelines watching Aventurine show a little shoulder at a bar, distracting someone he's about to fleece, and he's just hit by this competely irrational emotion he has NO idea what to do with. All he knows is he wants to march over there and throw the mark out the window.

But in a relationship he'd know that was a Tactic aventurine uses, and I think he'd kind of get off on the "Aventurine is playing all these people they don't know he's only interested in ME" (Top 50 ratio ego moments) In fact it might be a tactic of theirs on missions, to have Aventurine seduce someone and then have Ratio show up like "hello darling. mwah." and Aventurine introduces him as his Husband. (They are not married.) It makes the mark uncomfortable and also makes them feel like they can confide in Aventurine because they Share A Secret with him.

(And maybe Ratio Thoroughly Enjoys kissing Aventurine in front of them to make a Statement, and Later, Alone, reminding Aventurine who he's always going to go home with.)

Sorry another cut, I rambled again but way more this time.

I think it's easy to enter more complicated territory with Ratio's possessiveness, with Aventurine's past being what it is. It would be important that what Ratio feels possessive of isn't Aventurine, but Aventurine's feelings and attention. When Ratio is jealous he's usually doing something to get Aventurine's attention back on him. But - traumatised king that he is - Aventurine ASKS for marks and growly, frustrated possessiveness. He taunts Ratio. Asks him to "claim me", that type of shit. Asks if Ratio will buy him a collar to replace the one he wears for the IPC. Asks if Ratio would wear his collar instead, with Aventurine's address on his nametag, instead of asking him to move in like a sane person.

(Sorry my "Aventurine takes his trauma and regains power over it by sexualising it on HIS terms" agenda is so strong.)

Ratio says he's just going along with Aventurine's kinks to let him work through shit in a safe environment, but he's definitely into having Aventurine whine that he's His, or dig his nails into his hips and tell him he's HIS. He's never really been Wanted like this, enough that Aventurine covers him with bites that make him feel warm whenever he sees them, and he's never Wanted anyone else like this. It's a thrill, even if it is humiliating that Aventurine reduces him to animalistic urges. (And even more humiliating that he's then into Aventurine making fun of him for that.)

And then he buys Aventurine a necklace with his little owl eye symbol on it, and Aventurine wears that Everywhere.

.... and buys Ratio a collar with a small aventurine stone attached instead of a nametag.

[goldfades]

i've been sucked into women's hockey and women's soccer now......... ik hockey rules so im fine with that, soccer on the other hand. yeah idk anything about it. all ik is that leah williamson is my pookie and wifey.

- 🪐

soccer is so easy to understand trust me i used to play 🤓☝️

i used to have a leah poster in my room i was in LOVE she was my gay awakening. actually fuck i take that back ALEX MORGANN i have like 8 of her jerseys holy shit she IS mother

name your kid after something you love THIS PARTICULAR GAME HOLY FUCK

[misc-obeyme]

Hey CC check this out

I tried it few times in different chats and found this extremely hilarious for some reason Can you imagine him having any other eye color than green? jeez

LOL. Just another reason not to use AI. How dare it get Barb's eye color wrong three different times???

It almost sounds like it's looking at his nails instead. Dark purple nails, right? And then it's like well, that color could be interpreted as dark blue, so I'll guess that. And then it's like oh no? Still purple maybe? How about light purple?

Not even close!

I wouldn't mind seeing Barbatos with any of those eye colors, just because it'd probably look interesting, but yeah obviously still incorrect. Easy ways to spot an imposter, you know??

I'm just imagining one of those scenarios where there's a clone of someone and the other person has to figure out which one is real.

Fake Barb: You must see that I am the true Barbatos, MC.

Real Barb: I trust you to make the correct choice, MC.

MC: *points at the fake* You're obviously not real.

Fake Barb: Are you certain?

Real Barb: How do you know?

MC: Because the real Barbatos has green eyes! *proceeds to punch out the fake lol*

Real Barb: *tears in his eyes* MC, I have never felt this understood. (Also horny, but he won't say that.)

Also you know what a dumb mistake. Giving yourself away immediately with that oversight, Fake Barb!

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

what if: merman! diluc?

OHHHHH YOU’RE OUT TO GET ME ANON. MER!DILUC….. 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 yk what. as much as i crave him shirtless and soaked i think diluc might be better suited as a fisherman….. do we see the vision.

he is so gentle and peaceful and when he finds you washed up and injured on the beach he doesn’t hesitate to patch you up…. brings you freshly caught fish so you can eat and regain your strength, guts them himself and cooks them on an open fire, and you can’t help but wonder what it’d feel like to be under those hands. hands capable of something so cruel but also so tender. he ties a piece of cloth around your injured fin and you want his touch to burn your skin, to feel that devastation. etc. you get it

[autumnwoodsdreamer]

Hi!

5 y 19.

Have a good day 🙃

Fanfiction Writing Ask Game

5. The fic you’re most proud of writing?

I have to say, it’s a bit of a tug-of-war between Lift a Sail and Anchors.

Lift a Sail started the series that I’m still enjoying crafting and it was the first time I had ever written so many chapters and reached a novel-length word-count.

But Anchors is the one I poured my heart into the most and I’m still amazed at how it all came together. I’m so glad it’s message about family and home came through and reached so many, and I’m elated that the story resonated with so many who have been through chronic pain and disability.

So I think Anchors get to win this round.

19. Have you ever created an OC for a fic?

Oh, yeah. I make plenty, really—if plot calls for extras, I makes extras. I try not to get too bogged down in details for like passersby and shop vendors but I always try to make them real. I use advice like “give everyone a reason to be in the story” and “write every character like they believe they’re the main character and the story is about them” when making even extras, often because I find that even giving them a name and a backstory (that most likely won’t trickle through to the actual narrative but I’ll know) helps paint a picture in my mind which, in turn, helps flesh out the world and the scene.

(Because I write quite a bit in Star Wars, I always try to make OC’s aliens—because I just love aliens and I feel there should be more shown—so I use little tidbits about the alien species to aid the story. For instance: if this OC is of an aquatic species but they’re a shop owner on a desert planet, how’d they end up there? Are they struggling with the dry heat? Do they have some accommodation like a humidifier around? It all paints a scene for me and I’m not saying it’s totally necessary but I enjoy immersive storytelling so that’s what I do.)

But actual, full-fledged, fleshed-out and named OC’s? Chi Drench from Anchors, my beloved, comes to mind. A blue Twi’Lek doctor from Lothal who helped the Rebels out during the Empire’s occupation on the planet and now is a surgeon and resident at Capitol City’s medcentre. I had so much fun building his personality and his quirks, like the fact he’s always wearing a colourfully printed cap and cartoon character pins on his scrubs—partly because he’s just very drawn to colours, partly because he now has the freedom after the Empire’s fall to be as expressive as he wishes, and partly because he helps out in the children’s ward and he likes to brighten their day.

And, of course, the crotchety old medical droid he works alongside who’s a bit of contrast to him, Sloan.

I’ve also made a host of OC’s for The Lighthouse Keeper, like Iris the Nautolan woman who lost a leg and half her head-tendrils in some attack during the Empire and now runs a boarding house, and Arrow the ancient navigation droid who now co-owns an Inn in Wild Space.

[arosebyan0thername]

Yeah I noticed that too. All of a sudden people who found joy in OFMD are like, "it's just not as good. It's not as deep." But it is and it IS. Just because the waters are calm doesn't mean the pool is shallow.

Yeah exactly!!

"Not as deep" people were writing multiple page analyses of the subversion of romance tropes and gender stereotypes and stuff when the first season came out!! Just because it isn't dark doesn't mean it isn't deep! There's nothing wrong with liking dark impactful media with a lot of badass anger and dry humor, but there's also nothing wrong with the opposite! There's nothing wrong with liking the representation of a flamboyant gay man sauntering around in a silk robe!! People are really like that in real life too!! "Black Sails guy would eat Stede for breakfast" no shit! So would half the pirates IN OFMD and that's the fucking point! Stede is unusually soft and gentle for a pirate and the fact that he keeps accidentally killing and maiming and escaping death is the whole point and appeal of the show. Truly I don't know how people look at two shows of two completely different tones and genres and say "well this one is bad because it doesn't do it like that one" BITCH WHAT DO YOU THINK A GENRE IS!!!!! Do you hear yourself??? "A Cinderella Story starring Hillary Duff is bad because no one gets their foot chopped off and the protagonist ends up happy and comfortable" that's what you sound like!!! "Barbie and the diamond castle and LOTR are both about the hero's journey and friendship and how power corrupts but barbie is bad because they have dancing puppies and their songs aren't about death" fuck off!!! Let people enjoy levity and happiness!!

[tardis--dreams]

Yesterday I went to the supermarket and it was the most crowded i have ever experienced any supermarket in my life. Like. They made us queue up to even enter and i was waiting for like 30 minutes to pay. So today i am very scared to return because What the fuck was that and is it over now???

[ragingdumpsterfire]

Okay so to make up a little for almost giving you a heart attack, I have a genuine ask. (God, I hope this makes sense)

What is your favourite fictional scent? E.g the petrichor in DS after timefall, the smoke of Delsin's powers, the unique flora and fauna in Horizon Zero Dawn.

I love this question so much, you don’t even know! Also sorry for completely zoning out and forgetting to answer 😅

Because I’m me, I’m listing multiples, and not just one.

-the aroma of a bowl of Ichiraku ramen as I’m surrounded by fellow shinobi after a stressful mission, warm and hearty broth filling my senses as we all laugh as a way to dissipate the trauma and stress of battle, and the way the white haired man that I lean my head on smells like the woods, like cedarwood and moss, and the healing ointment we all carried, as tears of merely surviving and loss and joy and a million other complex emotions I carry with me at seeing the faces of my remaining comrades with me fall down

-the overwhelming scent of a campfire on my clothing and in the air as I watch Delsin dash off, heeding the call of a hero’s endless job, the way he glances back at me as he grins, a promise that he’ll always return for our late night chats by the waterside, where the diesel gas and salt from the water gently bathes us in a dreamy haze

-the harsh, acrid scent of chiralium lingering in my senses as I taste salt on my lips from where he kissed me, just moments before he vanishes in the blink of an eye. It smells like hot molten metal, and…and somewhere in the back of my mind, blood. Traces of sandalwood linger on my neck, where he caressed me without his cold gloves, warm skin against my flush skin. It’s this memory of the man etched into my very being, the heat of his blue eyes as the earthy aroma of petrichor surrounds us as he tells me the truth. As he kisses me for the first time.

[seraphdreams]

reader being the pretty little victim he left alive out of all his friends! typical Stockholm syndrome trope yk, he keeps her in a pretty pink room in his house never letting her leave 😞 i have no type of creative skills but that’s all i have

oh em gee this is so yandere haru! something about you just has him so interested and he truly doesn’t know why :( he keeps you around as a sort of test subject but his insatiable lust for you only grows stronger and stronger until he feels like he might die without you. you’re better than any drug he’s taken, he wishes the high you give him lasts forever. and ofc you love him just a much 🥺 he does so much like giving you a nice expensive home to live in with him, meals from only the finest chefs, and who can forget the breathtaking dick you struggle to take almost every night. he’s so good to you, you see no evil in him whatsoever—maybe that’s what he wants.

[kitausuret]

Okay I feel the need to say that they are most definitely not childhood friends in the mainline 616 comics. They didn't really meet officially until college. And even THEN, Harry was sweet on Flash Thompson far before he even liked Peter. But then guess what? Peter showed him one (1) microcosm of kindness and compassion (because Peter was growing as a person!) and then Harry just straight up fell in love with him (and so did Flash, and so did Gwen).

So yeah, they are BETTER than childhood friends to star crossed lovers. We don't acknowledge Howard Mackie rewrites in this house. It's about the GROWTH it's about the DRAMA it's about the parallels between them it's about the tragic doomed polycule that was the Coffee Bean Gang and how Harry's death was the climax of it all. It's about the love that wasn't fated to happen, but did anyways, because Peter Parker pulled his ass out of his head for the first time to try and make Harold Osborn have a less shitty day one random morning when they were both in college.

Parksborn is, at its core, about evolution.

propaganda:

childhood best friends to lovers + doomed yaoi in every universe (except for that one universe where they’re both girls + canonically dating)

[moonyflesh]

[🚬]

no thoughts- just Logan smoking some big ass cigar at any given moment.

[the-palelady]

listen. if you don’t like sabrina carpenter that’s fine, but that woman’s outfits are so stunning and i can just imagine ghost going absolutely mad seeing you in them.

especially in something like THIS. that man would go absolutely fucking feral.

normally he would be ripping your cute little outfits and lingerie at the seams, but oh no, not this one. the baby blue just looked so perfect, hugging your curves in all the right places. he had to keep this outfit safe no matter the cost.

one night, you slip it on right before he comes home from work, and set yourself up all pretty for him. your hair fanning out across your face, skin glowing, an angel amongst a sea of blankets and pillows right there on top of his bed.

simon’s angel.

and oh he is on his knees for you.

he’d worship every last inch of your body. those perfect, round tits that he’d suck into his mouth eagerly. he’d kiss down the plump of your tummy, the dip of your hips, until he’s nestled in between your legs.

he’d kiss along your inner thighs, moving his thumb up to rub at your sensitive nub, your back arching up into him, whining out his name like the pretty little thing you were.

simon would take his time with you. always does. he doesn’t want to hurt his girl when he finally does settle himself in between your legs, his cock heavy and sliding against your folds. the lingerie is still on, panties tugged to the side around his thumb.

“all this for me?” he’d ask in that deep, loving voice, reserved only for you. strands of his golden hair, that have grown out a bit more than usual, stick to his forehead. a handsome grin is plastered along his scarred face, lust filled eyes gleam down at you and you’d whine.

god, you loved him so much.

and he’d let you know he felt the same, wrapping his hands around the curve of your waist while he pressed himself into you. pressed himself into heaven.

“look at ya. so pretty.” you swear you hear him whine.

“takin’ me so well like a good girl.” this time you whine.

his thumb comes up to rub at your clit again while he pistons into you relentlessly. his tip hits that sweet spot so deep inside that you see stars and he backs off for a moment before hitting it over and over again.

your moans only encourage him further, his free hand roaming you like he can’t keep off of you, can’t get enough of you.

he grabs your jaw, your lips pursing from his grip. simon looks down at you with an expression so feral you could have orgasmed from that alone.

“gunna fill ya fulla me, sweet’art, that alright?”

you whine and beg for him.

yes. please, simon. inside, please.

“sing for me, angel. i wanna hear tha pretty voice.”

and you do sing for him. his name falling from your lips like a hymn, a gentle song only meant for his ears. simon can’t help but hold onto you tighter, gruff hands digging into the meat of your hips as you clench around him so tight he feels dizzy.

and he all but loses his damn mind, fucking you into the mattress despite how overstimulated you are. tears stain your pink cheeks and he thumbs them away, pressing into you so far you can feel him in your guts.

simon’s rambling, his forehead pressing into your temple as you cry out, your tears dampening his cheeks.

“ya look like a fucking goddess in this damn outfit. so beautiful. dunno wha tha fuck i did in my past life, but damned brute like me doesn’t deserve ya.”

he won’t stop talking. it’s all so much, yet the praise is sending you over the moon. your skin is on fire where his thrusts meet your ass, and you know there will be purple hand shaped bruises blooming along the expanse of your body when the morning comes.

“fuckkk,” his hips stutter slightly, your core becoming tight as he pulls himself completely out and slams himself right back to the hilt continuously.

“gunna breed this pretty pussy,” and you clench around him so fucking tight he almost collapses, a guttural moan escaping his chapped lips.

“ya like that, baby? want me to make ya a mummy?”

your back arches and you scream for him, white consuming your vision. simon’s hands grab ahold of your plump thighs and his hips roll down into you one last time. he twitches inside of your warmth while his spend coats your velvety walls. his arms reach up to wrap around your torso that’s still arched, his forehead pressing into your ribs as he catches his breath.

you both sit this way for a while, until he regains his composure and lowers your tired body back down to the bed.

when he sits up right your eyes are closed, long lashes tickling the apples of your blushing cheeks. your breathing is even now, and your skin is somehow glowing even more than it was when he first walked in. your hair cascades out around you like a wave. his palm hesitantly glides up along your tummy as if taboo. as if someone like him was undeserving of someone as soft as you.

and simon swears when he looks up at you, taking you in completely, he sees the glow of a halo above your head and a pair of angel wings nestled against the silk sheets of the bed beneath you.

[ifwdominicfike]

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[rowdyluv]

SOOOO if you already read this THANK YOU ILYSM FOR READING MWAH MWAH

but…..while editing I added 800ish words 🫣

IF you haven’t read yet and you read from this reblog THANK YOU I ALSO LOVE YOU MWAH MWAH.

“He's been a bit of a jerk”

Summary: quinn suddenly ditches his childhood best friend on new years eve when they have spent every NYE together since they were 6. luke saves the night

Warnings: use of y/n, unedited, only brief mentions of quinn not actually active in fic but substantial to plot, if I missed anything please let me know

Word Count: 1,040

requested: yes - “luke pining after Quinn’s best friends and he finally gets the girl.”

On the frost-tipped grass, (Y/N) sat beneath a canopy of stars, her back propped against the rough bark of an oak tree. A light dusting of snow had settled over the ground, transforming the world into a perfect winter wonderland. She shivered, not necessarily from the cold, but from the heart wrenching realization that tonight was supposed to go different. It was New Year's Eve, and every year since they were six, she and her childhood best friend, Quinn had celebrated together. But this year, he'd up and ditched her last minute. Just like that. He gave her zero explanation and no no apology. He'd just vanished into the night with his middle brother, leaving her feeling more alone than ever. The two barely get to see each other anymore as it is. He lives in Vancouver and she lives in Michigan.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps crunching through the snow. A warm blanket was draped over her shoulders, and a steaming cup of hot chocolate was pressed into her hands. She looked up, her eyes falling on her best friend’s youngest brother, Luke as he joined her. His cheeks were already flushed from the cold, but his smile was warm and genuine.

"Hey, (Y/N)," he whispered, his voice still highly audible over the silence of the night. "I came out here for a few reasons but one being because I…I wanted to apologize for what Quinn did. He had no right to leave you like that. He's been a bit of a jerk here lately, and I'm sorry I couldn't do anything to stop him."

(Y/N) smiled weakly at the curly headed boy next to her, her gaze slowly drifting back to the twinkling stars in the sky. "It's fine, really. I mean, it stung at first, but..." Her voice trailed off, and she shrugged sloppily. "I'm just glad you were here tonight." The butterflies in Luke’s stomach were going insane at her last statement. “Who knows. Maybe we can start our own tradition together starting this New Year’s.” Luke was watching her features for any signs of a joke before speaking. “I wouldn’t mind. Teach Quinn to ditch someone as special as you.” She slightly smiled, still looking up at the stars. “Special? No. Just me Lukey.” (Y/N) argued, Luke didn’t want to have the silly argument back and forth. He just shook his head and groaned at her words before they fell into a comfortable silence.

The silence stretched between them, as she snuggled further into the blanket, (y/n) suddenly became aware that Luke was only wearing a thin jacket as he shivered. She glanced over at him, her eyes meeting his. "Here," she said, pulling the blanket off from around her shoulders. "You can have this. It's getting kind of cold out here." Luke hesitated for a moment, debating on offering to share the blanket. "No, really. It's fine. I'm warm enough." She shot him a glare. “Luke Warren Hughes. I just saw you shiver.” Her tone at best barely strict. He held eye contact waiting for her to continue, he could practically see the gears turning in her mind. “If you won’t take it for yourself, we will share it.” She says wrapping it around him and snuggling into his side. Luke was trying his best to calm the butterflies and his racing heart. While also fighting the mental battle on if he should shoot his shot at midnight.

(Y/N) is the girl he’s been wanting for years now. She’s right here. Cuddling into his side, a few movements and he could easily be her new years kiss. If she hates it? Play it off as a friendly kiss. Her and Quinn have been each others midnight kiss before, surely Luke could push it off as filling his shoes if she questions him and she’s angry.

As midnight was quickly approaching the air was thick with anticipation and more people were gathering outside.

The countdowns echoed through the night, each one louder than the last. Fireworks lit up the sky, casting a multitude of colors over everyone. The blanket of snow on the ground glowing iridescent colors. Luke decided it was definitely now or never. He may not have done it 12am but right now under the colorful display of fireworks was perfect. He smiled down at (Y/N), feeling a warmth spread through his chest, for the first time the butterflies in his stomach calmed. He leaned in, his breath fanning her cheek. "Happy New Year, (Y/n)." She felt his lips brush against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. "I hope this year brings you everything you wish for." Her breath caught in her throat as he pulled back, their gazes locked.

In a seconds time he was leaning back in, his left hand making its way softly to the back of her head. His fingers interlacing in her hair. (Y/N)’s breaths were slow and deep awaiting Luke’s next move. “Tell me if this isn’t something you want. Because once I do this once.. I’m going to want to do this again and again. Everyday for the next foreseeable future.” Luke’s voice was trembling in want, desire, need. “Shut up and kiss me Luke.” (Y/N) sighed grasping his face pulling him to her.

“Remind me to thank my brother for being an ass.” Luke mumbles against her lips before getting lost in another languid kiss. “Lukey let’s go home. It’s the next year, I’m cold and I also want to thank Quinn, because now I know who the better kisser is...well I’ve not kissed Jack.” She pauses and makes a playful gagging noise. “And because it finally got you to make a move.” Luke’s face went more red that it already was tinged from the cold. “That..what?” He was baffled by her statement. “I had my assumptions. I’m just happy I wasn’t wrong. Now let’s go. I also wanna go get in bed and get warm.” She hinted towards cuddling and Luke was grabbing the blankets that were being sat on and her hand before heading to the car.

“Same thing place next year?” Luke asks her? She nods with a smile. “New tradition, with you. Starting this year.”

[goldenenene]

You could have me on my knees