#sorry it’s so short

[mikeluciraphgabe]

Part 16 masterpost

[dont-fiddle-with-my-riddles]

june 27 - heal - @jegulus-microfic - word count: 114

It was always hard to heal after something tragic. That’s what everyone told Orion and Walburga after Sirius left. The two wicked parents simply laughed. Regulus wasn’t allowed to mourn his brother. So he never did.

All his emotions were suppressed afterward. Happiness, love, forgiveness. He never allowed anyone to see him fall apart.

James was his safe haven. His escape from the wretched place called home. It was James who reintroduced the brothers. James who sat them down to talk. James who made them sob together as they reminisced. And James who smiled as Regulus and Sirius finally hung out without him.

Of course, Regulus needed to award him accordingly afterward with kisses.

[phoxphenex]

hi!! can we have more text of haechan and his s/o including jeno in their relationship please

when you’re in a relationship with nohyuck 3

[disasterousduo]

Ch. 2 Week 1

Sunny’s view

It’s been a week since I drunk the liquid, and everything been pretty much going well. No side effects, or anything!

As I walk out of my room, I see Moony sitting on the couch, watching tv, and drinking some oil.

As I yawn, I sit on the couch, leaning into Moon, and ask, “Whatcha watching?”

“My little pony.” He answers as he looks at me.

As I look at him to say something, I see he has a surprised, and worried face.

“What’s wrong?”

“Did you get an upgrade recently?”

“No? Why?”

“Why do you have four arms then?”

I look down at my body, and there they were, on the hand part, was a smily face. I fall off the couch in surprise.

“Are you ok?” Moony asks as he helps me up.

“I’m fine.” I smile back at him, as I let him help me up.

When I’m up, Moony looks more surprised, “Your… as tall as me.”

I look, and see he’s right, “Ha ha! Now you can’t always bragging about being three inches taller than me!” I celebrate by stealing Moon’s oil.

“Hey!”

He chases me as I run away, however, I slowly stop as I see a man in the corner. I try to get a better look, but Moony pounces on me, making me spill the oil all over myself as I hit the floor, with Moony on top of me. I look at the corner again, but see he’s not there.

“Did… did you see that? In the corner?” I ask, my rays shrinking a little.

Moony sees this, then looks in the corner confused, “No? Something wrong?”

“It’s… it’s nothing.” I get up as soon as Moony gets off of me, head to the bathroom, and clean the oil off.

I hear faint voices in my head, but choose to ignore them as I leave the bathroom. I head back to the living room, where Moony was continuing to watch MLP.

When he hears me walk in he asks, “Do you think the height and extra arms have to do with the liquid?”

“Maybe.” I reply as I sit down next to him.

“It’ll be fine though… right?” He continues to ask as he looks at me with worry.

“It’ll be fine, and if it’s not, your find a way to fix it. You always do.

We smile at each others as we continue to cuddle and watch MLP.

Lunar’s view

I was hanging out in Good Eclipse’s Dimension, we were playing Minecraft at his apartment he has, till Eclipse got a call from Moon.

When he answered, Moon started to yell, “WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?! WHY ARENT YOU AT THE DAYCARE?! GET THE FUCK BACK HERE! YOU USELESS PIECE OF SH-!” Then Eclipse ends the call.

“Why was Moon mad at you?” I ask, looking up at Eclipse.

Cool Doritos View

“Why was Moon mad at you?” Lunar ask, looking up at me with those big, innocent eyes.

“Don’t worry, it wasn’t your Moon.” I rub his head a little as he continues to look at me, I can see a hint of worry.

Before Lunar could say anything, I continue, “Let’s ignore big o’l grumpy Moon and continue playing Minecraft.”

So, we forget the call, and continue to play the game.

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[blinddreams24]

Healer

A Mermay Prompt

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There was a whistled song when you left the car. It sounded injured and mournful.

Leaving your gear, you snatched the first aid and bolted across the sand and rocks towards the sound. You weren’t sure you were thinking. Just the thought of the song being Cross had you moving before you could even consider a reaction and you weren’t about to question it.

He was beached in your hidden cove. His song cut off when he saw you and your head cleared. He was fine. He was alive. You still desperately wanted to make sure he was okay.

“Y/n? What are you-?”

“Are you okay?” You rushed forward to check him when a hand stopped you.

“Y/n, stop. It’s fine. What are you even doing here this early? The sun has barely come out.” Cross’s voice strained with worry.

You slapped his hand away. “I’m normally up this early! Now let me see where you’re hurt!”

He shifted away from your approach. “It’s nothing. I just got in a friendly fight with one of my pod. It’ll heal itself.”

His retreat didn’t stop you as you stormed forward to check him over. He was hiding it somewhere. “And I can help it heal faster so it doesn’t scar. Cross. Let me see it.” You growled.

Mumbling in frustration, Cross flopped onto his belly and let you see the fresh bite and scratch marks behind his floppy dorsal fin. The bite was deep and looked more like an intent to kill than play fighting. Especially with the claw mark curving toward Cross’s belly.

You set the first aid down and pulled out the few things for cleaning wounds. “This might hurt.”

He scoffed. “Please. I’ve hade worse- hissssss!” Cross’s back arched as you wiped a scratch with an alcohol wipe. His blazing eyelight looked back at you. “Why are you using a jellyfish?!?!”

“It’s not a jellyfish. It’s alcohol. And it’s cleaning your wounds.”

“I don’t need them cleaned! The water cleans them!”

“If they were clean, it wouldn’t hurt.”

He groaned. “You’re the worst healer I’ve ever met.”

“I’m not a healer.”

“No shit.”

For some reason you were unsure of, Cross’s use of a curse word had you sputtering with laughter. Where did he learn that word? Surely not from the water. And he’d used it properly.

“What’s wrong with you now?”

“Nothing! I- heheh -I just didn’t expect you to curse! It shocked me!” You dabbed at your eyes with the back of your hand, careful not to get the wipes in them.

“Oh my stars, you’re laughing because I said shit??” Was his wounded accusation.

“Stop making me laugh or I’m accidentally going to press too hard on your wounds! Jellyfish or not, these things hurt.”

“And yet you still use them on me.” He flinched away with a hiss.

“Yeah, ‘cause it’s helping. Now stop moving.”

The next few minutes were filled with hisses, various curse words, empty threats, and plenty of alcohol wipes. The wounds were cleaned and patched as Cross insisted he wrap them himself later.

When you finished, he sighed deeply. “……Thank you. It does feel better.”

“You’re welcome, Cross. I’m glad I could help.”

The waves splashing against the shore, trying to reach you, was the only sound for several minutes.

“So,” Cross interrupted. “What, uh, what do you do for a living? People still work for things, right?”

“Yeah, I work online. It sucks but it beats having to leave the house. And I get to go diving whenever I want. I can just close my laptop and go.”

“You like diving?” Cross smiled.

You scoffed as a smile split your face. “Obviously. I love the ocean. It’s so much more alive than the city. Like, yeah, the city is busier. Cars and people rushing to get to work or go home. But the water has more color and casual life. Fish swim around, not to get to work, but just because they can. Anemones and sea grass are always swaying and moving with the water. Everything practically screams peace while still being wild and uncontrollable. It’s just so beautiful. And I wish I could be a part of that.”

Cross’s smile changed to understanding. “You want to live in the ocean.”

“Yeah.”

“I mean, we could probably use a healer down there.” He grinned. “Just not you.”

“Hey!”

[hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf]

Kinktober Day 22: Choking with Chan

Trigger warnings: none?

Content warnings: names (baby, baby girl, good girl), slight degradation, choking (duh)

Summary: He can’t believe how worked up you are after watching the Red Lights video.

Word count: 646 (i know, i’m sorry)

Tags: @hyuckilstan @wubbster @critssq @skzgallll

Kinktober master list

Smut below the cut

His labored breathing mingled with the sound of his hips repeatedly slamming into yours and you couldn’t stifle the cry that ripped from your throat. Somehow, despite the steady hammering of his hips, he was managing to deliver teasing thrusts that had you desperate for more. And you were in this position because he caught you.

“How’s it feel to live my dream?” You mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest as you watched your boyfriend choke your best friend. “Lucky bastard…”

“Who’s a lucky bastard?” You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice behind you, scrambling to pause the music video.

“Holy shit- you scared me!” You brought a hand to your chest as if to settle your heart while looking over your shoulder at him. “When did you get home?”

“Just a minute ago. Didn’t you hear me?” Before you could answer, he noticed what was on the television and stifled a laugh. “Or were you too distracted by Hyunjin tied to the bed?”

“Ew, no!” You fake gagged and laid your head on the back of the couch to look up at him. You were about to speak when he ducked down and stole a brief kiss.

“Was it about me then?” He whispered as he pulled back the slightest bit to look at you, his hand cupping your chin to keep you from looking back down, and you nodded. His hand around your throat sent a thrill through you and he picked up on the almost-imperceptible shudder that took over your body. “Was it this?” He asked with a smirk as he moved to grip your throat the way he had done to Hyunjin in the video. You nodded again, this time sheepishly, and he scoffed. “If you wanted me to choke you, all you had to do was ask, baby.”

After that, he couldn’t stop toying with you. It had escalated quickly and you’d found yourself in your shared bed, pinned beneath him. Now, your ass was in the air and you were unbelievably full. The stretch was fucking delicious.

He had one hand wound through your hair, holding your head to the mattress while the other was pressing against your lower back, making sure you arched beautifully for him. You were certain the neighbors would file a noise complaint against you but you couldn’t help that he knew just how to make you scream. It seemed, however, that he figured out what you were thinking as you tried to stifle your cries.

“What have I told you, baby girl?” He paused but answered for you when you didn’t immediately respond. “Neighbors be damned, I want to hear you scream for me.” He quickly shifted, pulling you up by your hair so your back was pressed to his chest, then released your hair and wrapped both hands around your throat. “Understood?”

You moaned out a pathetic affirmation, unable to form a coherent response with him still fucking into you as his grip on your throat tightened. “Good girl...” He praised in a low voice as he leaned down to whisper in your ear. “And baby?” He paused and you whimpered in response. “Hyunjin’s next door getting his shit wrecked too. Passed him on the way in. Why don’t you let him hear how good I make you feel? I think he deserves to know what a slut you are, getting turned on just from seeing me pretend to choke him…” He tutted and squeezed your neck, scoffing as your eyes rolled back.

You couldn’t get a word in as he railed you and you realized from his pace that you wouldn’t be getting a break until Hyunjin and your neighbor were beating on the walls to shut you up. You were going to be an utter mess by the time he was done with you.

[hiddencitywaters]

@husk-gamblinman

The pink haired girl flashed a sort of smile over to the man with the cards. She had watched many a game back home but was intrigued even just to watch. “I hope I don’t bother you.”

[caregivingchrysalises]

it thundewings :((( it scawy 💙🦜

oh my darling, it’s alright~ it’s alright, it’s okay to be scared precious. the rain can’t hurt us angel. you’re safe with me little sprout~ i’ve got you lovebug, it’s going to be alright sweetheart. your buba likes to think of storms as natures way of expressing all of their big feelings, you’re safe to feel all the feelings big or small that the storm brings to you starlight~ buba promises to keep us safe and sound sweet thing

~ rain or shine you are loved, atala

[2-sleepy-for-this]

Not so Silent Night

Hiya! Yay! Another fic completed, this one is for a secret Santa my discord is having. The person I got assigned was..🥁🥁

the amazing @azzysflowergarden ! :)

the prompt was: Raph n Mikey baking holiday foods/making a gingerbread house together (｡>◡<｡)!! Doesn't necessarily have to be xmas foods tho (ˊ˘ˋ*)

and the medium to receive was: either (so I did both ;) )

Tw: tooth rotting fluff

word count ~ 1 k

“Pleaseeee!” 

Mikey looked at Raph from his perch on the countertop. 

“I don’t know. I was gonna patrol tonight. The people need red riot,”

“Yea, but I need red riot too!”

Raph had tried saying no, but, turning to see Mikey there, so small with puppy eyes working overtime, he just couldn’t ruin his baby brother's happy demeanor.

“Fine, Raph can make the people wait. Let’s bake,”

“Yay! Ok, so, first we need to add in the flour, some milk and eggs. Oh! maybe some nutmeg, should we make them gingerbread? We gotta make them gingerbread- “

“Woah, woah, woah, I don’t even know what we’re making yet. Slow down,” 

“Right, we are making drumroll, please… Christmas cookies! Ta-da!”

Christmas cookies, huh? Those can’t be too hard. Sure, Raph’s not the best in the kitchen, but they’ve made cookies plenty of times before. What could go wrong?

“Alright, little brother, we got this. "

Raph extended a hand, which Mikey jumped on without hesitation. That always made Raph's heart melt. How much Mikey trusted him, even though he was so tiny.

They made their way to the fridge, the smaller of the two saying each ingredient they needed. Raph would never understand how he just knew what needed to be mixed to make such delicious things.

After grabbing a mixing bowl on the way back to the table, they were ready to start making some treats.

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Treats weren’t the only thing made that night. That much would be clear to anyone walking into the kitchen. 

Flour, dough and many other things decorated almost every surface, including the two turtles in the eye of the sugary storm. Another bit of frosting was thrown against the wall as a small turtle covered in raw dough continued on his mission to make a gorgeous edible mural on the wall for all to see.

“Mikey! Stop it! This’ll take forever to clean up. "

“Relax, I’m making the kitchen better! This is gonna look amazing when it’s done. Promise!”

The used-to-be orange brother said, but his next throw fell short as a giant hand grabbed him by the shell. Mikey was soon eye level with his big brother. He laughed under a playful glare.

After much convincing, Raph got Mikey to stop frosting the kitchen, and it wasn’t long until the shaped cookie dough was in the oven. 

20 minutes and a very long debate about the best pizza topping later, fresh hot cookies were being pulled from the oven rack and placed down to cool.

To most people, looking at the tray, you’d see some misshapen blobs of tan, but to the brothers that fought tooth and nail to make them good, these were perfect.

The frosting process was just as chaotic as the baking process. If it weren’t for the flour covering his body, Raph would say the frosting was the messiest part. 

Once Mikey picked all the colors they would need and Raph mixed them into the already made frosting, they were ready to finish the cookies. With Mikey’s small form, he was able to make his cookies look better than any professional Raph had ever seen. Raphs cookies on the other hand looked… edible.

Finally, after hours of baking and frosting and mess-making, the product was complete. Christmas turtle cookies. Each resembling one of the four brothers, Mikey made his own and Donnie’s, Raph made his and Leo’s. 

“These look amazing, best. Cookies. Ever!”

Mikey seemed over the moon with joy as he ran around, looking over each cookie bigger than him. 

“Yea, we really outdone ourselves, little brother. "

Raph couldn’t help the smile that stretched across his face. How did he ever get so lucky to be a big brother? It didn’t matter. All that mattered in that moment was the sparkle shining in Mikey’s eyes, so big coming from someone so small.

The brothers soon made up their minds. These cookies were special, so it made sense that they had to be enjoyed as a family.

After washing themselves up, they made their way around the lair, Mikey riding on Raph’s shoulder the whole way, trying to find the twins. Leo was found in his room reading comics but at the mention of a sweet surprise, he was up and following them to get Donnie. Said mad scientist was working at his desk with whatever new project he’d come up with. It took much more convincing for him to leave, but he, too, was curious about what the oldest and youngest had planned.

With all brothers accounted for, they went back to the kitchen. By the time Raph got to the kitchen counter, he could feel Mikey vibrating with excitement. Mikey ran down Raph’s arm, nearly giving the oldest brother a heart attack, and landed not-so-gracefully on the surface below. He ran up to the cooling tray of treats and threw his arms up.

“Ta-da! We made cookies!”

The twins looked over the cookies, inspecting the details their brothers put on just for them. Mikey explained how raph had made Leo’s and Mikey had made Donnie’s and both cool colored themed turtles thanked their eldest and youngest siblings. 

After the gratitude came to the turtle's favorite part, each brother grabbed their cookie, except Mikey, who needed raph to hold it while they all made their way to the living room. They sat on their designated spots in front of the tv and enjoyed the rest of the night.

And as the morning sun rose in the sky, it was quiet and peaceful while the turtles slept to the end credits of a movie playing on the screen. Not a creature was stirring, not even a rat.

“BOYS! WHAT DID YOU DO TO THE KITCHEN”

Ok. Maybe one very unhappy rat.

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hope you like it cinni! <3

[jaybirdiewrites]

Hey guys! As promised, here’s the prompt fill! It’s a short little fellow (only 489 words!) but I think I’m gonna start Prompt Fill Fridays (pretty self explanatory. I’ll save prompts throughout the week and post a prompt fill on Fridays, with the idea that it ranges from 400-1k.) actual prompt fill below the cut!

Dash was Absolutely Done with Gotham.

At first, moving out of Amity seemed like a good decision. After all, Dash had gained a quite negative reputation there. Not to mention that the locals didn’t exactly get along with law enforcement, to say the least, but Dash needed some action. You don’t grow up in Amity without getting used to constantly fighting for your life.

And so, the “most dangerous city in the world” it was.

The hiring process into the GCPD had come with a thorough background check, which Dash (surprisingly) passed. After that, they had just let him in and promoted him to detective within the first week. Just like that.

The first little while had been an absolute nightmare. No one on the force wanted to work with a rookie officer from bumfuck-middle-of-nowhere-Illinois, and Dash couldn’t say he blamed them. This was Gotham, after all, and no one wanted the new kid to die in a rouge attack.

And then the first Arkham breakout happened.

Dash, two weeks onto the force and absolutely Done with waiting for vigilanties to save him, grabbed his coat, collapsible fenton creep stick, handcuffs, and marched out of the precinct.

He had gone directly to the abandoned warehouse that had been pinged as a Joker hideout.

The security was sad, he had thought to himself when he slipped in through the roof, jumping over motion sensor bombs and lasers (those reminded him of the fenton’s ectoblast guns).

The hired help was underpaid and undertrained, he mused as he whacked each goon on the side of the head (only one time each. Weaklings) before the goon next to them noticed.

When Dash finally knocked out all the hired help, disabled the bomb (it was an easier model than that one they practiced on in gym), and walked up to the Joker, he was extremely underwhelmed. 

Even the lunch lady, hell, even the fucking box ghost had been harder to defeat at sixteen, using the dodge shot gun. This was too easy. It almost felt wrong.

Except that the Joker was smiling too wide as he cleaned his teeth with a bloodied dagger (ew), and that was definitely a weak acid that had burnt through his clothes.

Still, it almost felt like a game, fighting the Joker. His hand-to-hand was worse than Fenton’s.

There was no way this was Gotham’s most dangerous Villain, right?

But, apparently, that consensus was wrong. 

The entire GCPD had just… stared at him when he walked in, dragging the Joker by his handcuffs.

Now, standing on a dark rooftop, peering into the shadows at a literal furry vigilante, Dash was honestly wishing he was back in Amity. 

At least there, the superheroes wore respectable clothing.

Letting go of a deep sigh, Dash turned properly to face Gotham’s Vigilante, holding a hand out in greeting.

“Hello Mr. Batman, sir. I’m Detective Baxter. Commissioner Gordon told me you wanted to talk?”

@lumosfeather18581 , you asked to be tagged!

Short DPXDC Prompts #599

Dash works at the GCPD. It’s been an interesting first few weeks. He can’t quite understand why everyone is so afraid of these rogues that the Bats and the Birds fight.

The other officers in the station just thought Dash’s comments on the matter was just the new guy talking shit. They ate their words when the newbie brought The fucking Joker into the station in handcuffs single-handedly.

[thecroissantwriter]

Drabble idea:

Spaniard has a body in this idea.

Spaniard joining one of Jack and Dazzle’s games, playing as the bad guy since they needed one.

He does his best to play his role cause he wants them to have fun.

Spaniard shifted in place, uncomfortable with the rather odd request. Him? Playing the villain? It didn’t seem fitting.

“I don’t know about this,” he said, apprehensive.

“Please,” Dazzle begged, a hypnotizing glint of tears in her eyes that made it difficult to decline her request. “We need a villain! It’s no fun without one!”

A whine began to worm its way into her voice. A pang of guilt blossomed in Spaniard’s chest against his better wishes.

“Please,” Jack mimicked, though it didn’t have the same begging effect as Dazzle’s.

“Fine,” Spaniard relented. He sank down onto the carpet. “Who’s the villain?”

Jack handed him a figurine of sorts, which he accepted halfheartedly.

Dazzle held a princess doll that was clad in a sakura-colored dress made from a seemingly expensive silk.

“Please, help me!” she cried, leaned her head back dramatically. The computer held in his laugh.

Jack picked up a figurine wearing knight armor. It shimmered like cut silver.

“I’ll save you,” he declared, his voice lackluster for the role. Not like he could change it much.

“Not so fast,” Spaniard murmured with a maniacal chuckle as he struggled to copy Moon’s kill code voice. Dazzle shrieked.

“Get away from me!” she bawled, leaning backwards to emphasize her character’s emotions.

Spaniard continued to play his part, a mild smile on his face.

“To leave, you’ll have to solve my riddle,” he declared, voice low.

“What’s your riddle?” Jack questioned, straightening his back with confidence.

Spaniard’s grin widened. Perhaps this… wasn’t too bad.

[spicybeefu]

What if Pokemon & Animal Crossing had a crossover game? #10 Made in Blender, Wooper design by @omuart on instagram!

[disasterousduo]

Happy Apocalypse AU

Ch.1 Week 0

Moon’s view

“SUN!” I call from my lab.

“YEA?” I hear him call back.

“CAN YOU COME DOWN HERE?”

I hear his footsteps as he rushes down to the lab.

“What do you need?” He asks.

I point to a flask on my table, it had yellow liquid inside, and a smiley face on the flask.

“What is it?” He gets closer to the liquid as I reply.

“Idk,” I walk closer as well, “It was by the doorway of our house, so I took it to the basement lab.”

“That’s what you call this place? The basement lab?” He chuckles a little as I glare at him.

“Yes, now shush! I was wondering if you could test it.”

Sun starts to look a little worried and nervous as he looks at the liquid, “How?”

“Drink it.”

“Your crazy! Why would I DRINK something that we don’t ev-“

I interrupt him, “You chicken?”

He looks at me, slightly pissed off, grabs the flask, and chugs it all down, all while keeping eye contact with me.

I look slightly worried, “Sun you didn’t have to drink ALL of it, I still needed some for  some experiments.”

Sun just stares at me, then starts pacing around, panicking, “YOU COULD HAVE SAID THAT BEFORE! YOU KNOW HOW I GET WHEN PEOPLE CALL ME A CHICKEN! NOW I HAVE THIS UNKNOWN LIQUID IN MY SYSTEMS! I COULD DIE! I COULD-!”

I grab him, calmly, but firmly, “Calm down, you’ll be fine, I’ll make sure of it.”

I smile at him, and he smiles back, “Now, let’s get out of here.”

I lead Sun out of the lab, and into our house. For the rest of the day, we cuddled as we watched tv.

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[minaharkerdailymirror]

To be someone’s completely.

Didn’t he want the same with her? In watching Louis try to avoid Armand being Lestat was Armand then trying to fold her into being like Louis and all the others? Some twisted love he could recognize?

Would he be happy with the healthier love she wanted for both of them? Or did he want something like what he had?

“Did he ever love you?” She asked.

This was a twisted story, Mina listened though with her attention fully on him. She'd read the reviews. People were divided on Louis as a narrator. Some thought him too passive, it certianly wasn't like the wicked smiling man that Armand was presenting to her.

But armand was also a man in love, a man that had found a purpose again after so long without a companion.

would this be you? Will you be the evil smile wtih the penetrating stare if he moves on from you?

Both things could be true. He could be passive, he could be in control, he could be traumatized....and Armand had enough layers to him, to be bewitched and confused and a leader.

"So two years into it is when it went wrong," she continued to show him she was listening

[itseghost]

the captured! quest was so funny that i actually drew multiple things at once

[egophiliac]

bring your son to work day