#tears in my eyes man

[midnightcrows]

re-listening to john's chapters in ntn and I had forgotten about the "I'd just caught the fucking tooth bouquet at C— and N—'s wedding." So maybe he really will be part of the wedding in Alecto. also john 1:20 is absolutely insane. latter chapters of tlt books are indescribable

[rodmansanchez]

I just know Becky Sauerbrunn is actively losing her mind over her mini me getting that goal. She always said she’d never get a freebie and now we have Nay channeling the same energy.

the way the entire team was so happy for her too?

[outislovescomics]

oh ,,,,

[starry-bi-sky]

my martha knight au in a nutshell:

Danny/Martha: see up here?

Danny/Martha: *taps skull*

Danny/Martha: intense psychological damage

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Danny/Martha: *upon finding out she's pregnant*

Danny/Martha: oh my god i cant be a mom, I'm fifteen and homeless--

Danny/Martha: im going to be a terrible mother--

Danny/Martha: i live in a cAR--

Danny/Martha: what if the baby inherits my powers? Oh no--

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Danny/Martha post giving birth: i've only had Bruce for a minute and a half but if anything were to happen to him i won't even need to fuse with Vlad, I'm razing this goddamn planet to the ground myself

Danny, to Baby Bruce: you are the last remaining thread of my sanity. I'm going to give you the world :)

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Danny/Martha prior to getting pregnant: Fuck it, if everything in my life has led to this moment, i'm allowed to make one stupid decision. I'm getting drunk and getting laid

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Danny/Martha while Bruce was a toddler: i swear to fucking god i am going to kill the next person who talks to me--

Bruce: hi mommy!! i brought you something!!!

Danny/Martha, immediately flipping on a dime: hi baby!! what do you have?

Bruce, a weird child like his mother: a spider :)

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Danny/Martha, talking to Falcone after he made an unsavory comment at her and Bruce: If you ever come near me or my son again, I will dig up your shithead father's corpse and make you eat his skin.

Danny/Martha: do you understand me

Falcone:... crystal, ma'am

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Danny/Martha new in Gotham: *getting mugged*

Danny/Martha: *grabs man's arm*

Danny/Martha: I AM GOING TO BREAK YOU IN HALF LIKE A TWIG, FUCK BOY, DO YOU HEAR THE WORDS COMING OUT OF MY MOUTH--

(she then proceeds to terrorize Gotham's night life for the next extended period of time, mostly unintentionally)

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Danny/Martha: Danny Fenton?? No. you must be mistaken, my name is Martha Knight.

Danny/Martha: this here is my littlest knight, Bruce.

Danny/Martha: I made him all by myself :]

[valentjin]

put the devil in his place

[muzzlemouths]

this thought popped into my head after reading chapter 3 aldjkfghd

GRIN WHEN I TELL YOU THIS MADE ME LAUGH UNTIL I CRIED

[valiantsaber]

continuing f/sr and his ass is so flat i had to stop and stare in shock.

[that-ineffable-devil]

The way George Rexstrew absolutely destroyed souls with the emotion behind the phrases "We didn't matter, he and I" and "Charles, I'm in love with you" will haunt me through eternity.

[gyroshrike]

Big fan of when this man cries, big fan.

[wurm-food]

fujimoto stays cooking (the existential dread but also. the existential love)

[optimisticmosquito]

What if Shen Yuan was transmigrated into Shang Yuan, youngest son in the merchant Shang family and Shang Qinghua's little brother.

At first Shang Qinghua doesn't put much thought into it. He never did write much of a backstory for the other peak lords, so it makes sense the world has kind of just, written itself? Shang Yuan is several years younger anyways (I'm thinking 7-10 years) so it's not like he has a lot in common with him either. Shang Qinghua even joined CQM when he was barely out of toddlerhood. Shang Qinghua was fully prepared to just slowly fade out of sight and mind in his new family, just like he had in his old one.

Except this kid just really hates his guts? He gets letters regularly from his family, telling him how a-Yuan has been asking about him. But every time he visits the brat just shouts and kicks him around. All out of sight of their parents so he can't even go and complain to them! In their eyes Shang Yuan is their perfect little angel.

Honestly, Shang Qinghua isn't even that surprised the original goods turned into a villain if this was how he grew up. And oops, did he say that out loud? Shang Qinghua peeks down at the rigid brat he's holding under his arm in an attempt to stop him from trying to beat him up. With big eyes the kid turns his head up and whispers "you're a transmigrator too?".

From that day on Shang Qinghua can't help but feel a little bit less lonely, and maybe even a little happy. Who would have thought his number 1 anti fan would transmigrate into his didi! They start writing letters, both complaining about the system, and Shang Qinghua about the sect and his martial siblings. When he starts working for Mobei-jun he tells Shang Yuan everything about it. He even has a reason to go back and visit his family!

Shang Qinhua quickly accepts his responsibility as gege. Helping (or trying to) his little didi grow up to a nice young man and giving tips when Shang Yuan starts cultivating as well. And despite Yuan-di's tsundere behavior, Shang Qinghua knows he has his back as well.

In his own badly written stallion novel, Shang Qinghua finally finds the family he didn't have in the real world.

Now as for pairings. Bingyuan would be hilarious just because I want Shang Qinghua to ask, with a shit eating grin, how long Shang Yuan has been coveting his own nephew. And then for Shang Yuan to try and beat the shit out of him for it.

Jiuyuan would also be an interesting pairing (it can always be a jiuyuan if you're brave enough). Shang Qinghua knows his scum villain is misunderstood and not as bad as the book and rumors portrays him to be. But also he knows Shen Jiu is at least a dozen traumas in a trenchcoat. Does it really have to be his didi helping Shen Jiu deal with all of that? Sure Shang Yuan doesn't seem to mind, but Shang Qinghua also knows his didi makes some really stupid choices if you take your eyes off him. But also he's too much of a coward to say anything to Shen Jiu's face.

Hm, better to keep an eye on that from a distance.

[nenoname]

weirdmageddon 3 group hug my beloved

[pinacoladamatata]

falling slowly came on the shuffle and frankly it should be illegal

[pisspope]

Girlie I.... holy shit

Chainsmoking His Love 12: The Twelfth Letter

Zeke Jaeger x Reader // follow #CHLZeke for updates // n.s.fw mdni

POV: second person, AFAB reader, feminine pronouns Chapter tags: dirty talk, implied: masturbatιon, bondage, fingerιng, finger sucking, teasing, oraI Chapter length: 1.4k

I suppose you might see it unfair that I did not tell you of the departure orders at all. But I thought we’d always had the unspoken understanding that some things, official things, are beyond the bedroom. Something like deployment is not my secret to share. War is serious, but am I not the best Warrior we have? To those not as intimately familiar with military statistics, I can understand it may have brought you unease, displeasure, or doubt; and for that, I am sorry for any pain it caused you. I hope this letter is some alleviation. For I do not want to cause you pain, unless you desire to feel it. Because you and I - well, are we not most intimately familiar?

I’ve missed you these nights when there are moments we can afford a leisurely thought. I miss you now.

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Pieck was right. They’d left the next day before you’d awoken. All of the Warriors on an early train with smoke long disappeared into the bleak sky, without a trace, without pomp or announcement or even much change to the daily tasks to be done; just a handful fewer linens passing through the laundry. You’d sat on the side of your bed that night, trying to piece it all out past a still-lingering hangover. Zeke hadn’t even left a note. Hadn’t knocked on the door, hadn’t whispered a kiss of apology or farewell on your forehead. He may have gone swiftly off to his death and he hadn’t cared to even tell you it was happening.

Maybe it was your fault for snapping; for the way you did dream of Porco, and the little white lies. Maybe it was his for pushing things too far and putting you in that position. Maybe it was alcohol, maybe it was pride. Maybe the responsibility lay on you both at this point.

You don’t know how many nights you’d cried until one morning at last you woke up with a dry pillow. And still the emotions – the guilt, the defiance, the fear – continued to sicken you in unexpected waves. He had unmoored you, left you adrift at sea, and the tempest had closed in.

But then the envelope came this morning. It was addressed to you in familiar black script, the paper thick and pulpy between your fingers. Even without everything that happened before he departed, even without your broken heart, you wouldn’t have imagined it was even possible to send uncensored letters from the front lines of the Marley Mid-East War. Yet it had arrived nonetheless, slipped under your door amidst regular correspondence and papers and immediate notes to start the tasks for the day. You had tucked it into a pocket and gone about the hours in a daze. A letter, a letter from Zeke. The only thing on your mind.

And tonight, curled under the covers by the light of the moon, you rip it open with trembling fingers to devour his words, mouth half-open in eager breath.

If this letter reaches you, which I have full confidence it will, then you will read my raw thoughts and know that I mean them with sincerity. As you can’t be by my side here across the continent, this method will have to do. You may call me a coward for refusing to say these words to your face. When I close my eyes, I can see your pretty little face, eyes bright now with anxiety and later some delight, as you read further on (don’t skip ahead, I have the formalities to get through first). But you can rest assured in my full confidence that this will be delivered just as I pen it now. You’d be truly surprised at how skilled I am at ensuring messages result only in the hands of the intended recipient. The only risk of interception now is at your end, so I advise you dispose of this after reading.

And I will tell you, though you should hear soon – if the news hasn’t already broken by the time this reaches you – that we have been victorious at Fort Slava. This war may be over yet; a war that I’m sure is nothing compared to those inevitably still to come in our lifetime. But I don’t wish to dwell on those somber realities. You are my escape. You have always been.

I ought to apologize. I ought to truly start with that, a recognition and atonement for the way I behaved. I will say that I did not see the need to waste morning hours on a verbal apology before leaving. I knew I would see you again. My track record for returning to Liberio after bringing a final blow of victory rather speaks for itself. I suppose you might see it unfair that I did not tell you of the departure orders at all. But I thought we’d always had the unspoken understanding that some things, official things, are beyond the bedroom. Something like deployment is not my secret to share. War is serious, but am I not the best Warrior we have? To those not as intimately familiar with military statistics, I can understand it may have brought you unease, displeasure, or doubt; and for that, I am sorry for any pain it caused you. I hope this letter is some alleviation. 

For I do not want to cause you pain, unless you desire to feel it. Because you and I - well, are we not most intimately familiar?

I’ve missed you these nights when there are moments we can afford a leisurely thought. I miss you now. I’m sure your cheeks are starting to burn in the way you can’t hide as much as you try, but I’ll be frank and you can grin as silly as you like for the moon and the stars to see. Yes, I miss you. Your footsteps are familiar, the rhythm of your knocks recognizable on any door. You leave my sheets smelling as sweet as your taste. And I crave your taste. 

When I see you, I will take you. Not in the gasping blushing sense of some matron’s pulp novel, not merely fucking your pussy until you moan my name. I remember your bitter parting words; with some irony, I find sweetness that last time of ours, in what you said – that dirty talk is something acceptable to you. Right? Then let me make some dirty promises. I will possess you and have you completely. I will tease you, tie you up to be in complete control of your body. A little toy. I will work you over until you break. And then just as before, and as I will again, I will take you wet and sweet, fucking you with your own cum again and again. I will drink your little whines and squeals of pleasure. Even when you gasp with pain and cry that your body is too sore, I don’t care. I won’t stop until I am satisfied. 

Are you reading this curled at your pillow with thighs pressed together? Have you been lonely without me? Have my words left your flesh hot and tender? Then crumple this page flat and free a hand to touch yourself now. 

I know how to touch you, how to deny you my touch. Maybe I will keep you tied, and spread your legs to look at you. And I know I’ll find you wet, as wet as you are now, I’m sure. And when I touch you, if I touch you, I’ll just run my finger down your cunt and let myself dip into you. Or maybe I’ll leave your whole body twitching and waiting with anxious breath as it begins to drip from your creamy pussy, waiting to be licked. 

I’ll touch the side of your face, put my thumb to your lips and have you suck. And then I’ll grab your leg, watch my fingers press into your thigh and force you open, wider. You’ll start to whine. You’re impatient. I’ll rub my cock on you, just right in your pussy. I’ll stay pushed against your cunt and touch myself instead, jerking off as you reach for me and cry for me to fuck you. Maybe I’ll toy with your nipples. Maybe I’ll play with you a little longer, because you’re all mine to play with. I’ll tease you, barely touch you, and you’ll hump at the air and cry out. But when you’re almost at the edge at making yourself come at the agony, that’s when I’ll fuck you at last. You’ll come on my cock and I’ll pull out, I’ll stick it down your throat and make you taste yourself, then clean your mouth with my tongue to share your flavor. 

Have I worked my way thoroughly back into your good graces? Have I stopped your silly grin and turned your lips to a shocked slack-jawed circle? Keep practicing that shape for me. For now, I shall seal this letter, next to be seen by those bright eyes of yours. And to ensure that it remains seen only by your eyes, I will remind you to dispose of this with thorough care.

I just had the thought – maybe you should tie this with ribbon to your inner thigh, and push your fingers into your pussy all night. Let your dripping cum erase the ink. It may take some time to get it all.

That’s your responsibility now. 

Yours,

~ Z. Jaeger

chapter 13 (tbc)

[loadingbnha]

THE MOMENT NAOMASA REALIZED THE EXTENT OF WHO ALL MIGHT ACTUALLY IS

For refrence; a side by side comparison of how Naomasa knows All Might vs how Toshinori is when he actually lets loose

[artphilosophie]