#thank you os much for the ask!!! :D!!!

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man. there are so many object shows out there. I NEED TO CATCH UP ON SO MANY why are the4e so many anyway Exclamation Mark (NOT AB) im killing you. he would get bullied off tumblr

#rocket talk #roc save #NOT THE ANIMATIC BATTLE ONE that ones fine #i mean the one in my header #hes an asshole #why do i keep accidentally hitting the number keys lately

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i cant believe my contestants are so pissy over the second challenge still!!!! it was a coherent challenge i think "survive me killing you" is pretty straightforward!!! besides theyre fine now >:/

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Maybe it's becausw you killed them?

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well thats stupid

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I KNOW RIGHT!! my old contestants got SO pissy when i killed th3m!! just because theres no recovery... 😒

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You dont have recovery????

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arent u supposed to be dead

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well im NOT so

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Ugh, I haven't even killed anyone that much and they're still pissy! Honestly... just do the challenges and you'll be fine! I only threatened them..

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well i thought i killed circle but ig not! and square but nobody else died idk why everuones so afraid of me... whats so wrong w wanting to make a perfect object show?

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Um

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yeah theres nothing wrong with that! you gotta do what you gotta do for your object show

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😰😰😰😰😰

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I want to leave this group...

#i thought we were all just supposed to be wacky and weird 😰😰 #mom come pick me up im scared...

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Hey guys, just managed to get sponsored with my object show idea!!! (No thanks to you Lip Stick lol) wish me luck!! Also go keep an eye out on Village of Objects Official :D

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what the FUCK

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oh my god how do you all stay sane actually

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we don't! welcome to the club

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im never doing this again

#:)

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Who's Animatic?

#It's Your Fridge DJ! #I appreciate all the lovemail and the concern! ❤ #I don't understand some of the asks but thank you anyway!

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Have YOU heard of:

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Please stop debating on whether or not this "counts" as an object show, this was requested by an anon. If you want to do that on your own time on your own blog, feel free!

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SORRY ABOUT THAT SJEHSKEB will move i promise 🙏

anyWAY on another note i miss this showww 😭 i was so intrigued about it but i guess i understand its cancellation... if anyone wants to come up with a rewrite w me hmu my ao3 is in my desc!!!!

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just as long as you clarify its unofficial!! (:

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its on ao3 ofc its unofficial

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WAIT A GODDAMN SECON

#Fan we were /on/ an object show and technically famous I'm not sure why you're surprised at this point #Also get off your phone we're at Purgatory Mansion

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anonymous asked: hey greeny can you say trans rights for everyone out there

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trans rights AND trans wrongs. even if you like burger king i still support you <3

#burger king sucks ass tho dont do that to urself

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💥 fans-fantastic-features asked: im SO sorry for the sudden reply earlier, up until your post i thought hfjone was just some weird wild experimental show?? then again i shouldnt be surprised if happy star themselves is on this goddamn site (also sorry in advance for my friend TT sending you asks about alternate universes. shes a science nerd of all types and needs data or sm) if you want i can tell you what i know about your situation in a private chat, ive done a lot of deep dive analysis posts on my blog too and trust me when i say a LOT of the internet wants to help free you and everyone else you have plenty of help available spotty replies tho im investigating smth

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I... yeah, I'd like that. Thanks.

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anonymous asked: battery ui is kind of already jailed but still

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Battery from Ultimate Insanity would be jailed!

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Yeah

#Why did someone earlier send in that Walkie Talkie person? #I approve of the Blender submission though #Hate that guy

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cant have shit in this fuckass hotel 😒😒😒 lens just died 😔😔

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#WHAT THE FUCK #DONT JUST DROP SMTH LIKE THAT AND DIP #ARE YOU OKAY?? #ARE YOU TALKING ABT A GAME???

hi! rhanks for the concern! ���� i am unfortunately not talking about a game lens is actually dead please help me (dms r open 🙏🙏)

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i want my SHOW BACK i want my CO HOSTS BACK i want calculatory DEAD i only MILDLY HATE happy star i dont KNOW WHAT ELSE TO COMPLAIN ABOUT

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who the FUCK is fanny

#im CIRCLE not a goddamn FAN #who even names themselves fanny anyway

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⚪battleforcircle asked: oml spiderman pointing meme

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you sent me this FIFTEEN TIMES get OUT of my ASKBOX!!!!

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why are there two of you...

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theres only ONE of me i dont know who this IS!!

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theres three of us just three of us

#idk why either tbh #tumblr just recommended his acc to me one day #he seems fun to annoy tho so ive taken it upon myself to do so #tee hee

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Hey so why is a known criminal on Tumblr?

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Hello???

[eustasskidagenda]

anon asked: Hi sweetie, My brain just can't get over the idea of Kid being pegged, I mean, everything is so 'grabable" on his body. So could you write an OS or drabble about this? With a female reader. Maybe Kid would have that kink after a certain time in their relationship, according to your NSFW alphabet. With maybe some overstimulation, hair pulling and spanking as additional kinks? And if it's possible, could you write this with Kid being pegged for the first time? I think it's can be interesting! Last, please, can you write him as extra tough/bratty but his attitude breaks bc he can't handle how good it feels. I hope my request was understandable, I don't know how to explain myself properly. Tysm for your time and anon please

Hi! Well, that was an interesting request! And you’re so damn right, Kid's body is so grabbable. It was quite fun to write, Kid is such a brat, I love him so much :D Sorry for the long wait (my back is still injured) and thank you for requesting, I hope I did the job correctly :D ☆

☆Eustass Kid getting pegged for the first time

CW : MDNI, smut, f!reader, pegging, overstimulation, hair pulling, spanking, praises (bc Kid lives for praises), established relationship, Kid has a filthy mouth, Kid is a big brat, kind of virginity loss kink I guess (?), fingering & oral sex (Kid receiving), dirty talk, rough sex

WC : around 4K. I know it's really long, but I wanted to develop a bit Kid's mindset. Hope you don't mind the length!`

Kid is everything, but not submissive. It's written on his face, and the moment you met him, you immediately knew that he would always be in control of absolutely everything. Including in the bedroom. And you never tried to change that, because Kid knows what he's doing. You crave the sensations of his hands gripping your waist and his huge body pressing against yours. However, in the back of your mind, a fantasy always refused to leave your spirit. Your giant, hot-headed boyfriend, moaning and begging while you fuck him. So, once, you tried to talk him about pegging, and you earned nothing, but a dark, mad scowl and a "no" yelled loudly."I'm not a wimp, y/n, no one will ever fuck me. I ain't no bottom bitch." That's what he said. And you know Kid is a stubborn mess, so you never tried to bring the subject up again.

It was five years ago. 

Your mind is still filled with this fantasy. So, a few days ago, you tried again to convince your stubborn boyfriend. It was in the middle of a passionate make-out session, and you caught him off-guard. Initially, you believed that he would yell at you once more. However, he simply scowled and frowned. "You're so goddamn stubborn, I thought you would forget about this stupid idea." And then, he shrugged. "You better take the bigger size, I'm not a fucking pussy." 

You still don't realize that he actually said 'yes'. In his language, with a lot of cursing and arrogance, but he did accept. It took him five years to gain sufficient trust in you. What a challenge. That's what you think as you relax on the huge bed and read a book that Kid stole for you. You're waiting for him, actually. Kid is probably locked in his workshop, working on some random weapon or new arm improvement. 

Suddenly, the door hits the wall. "You're not sleeping yet?" He asks, closing the door behind him. He's still wearing his goggles and his lips are painted with your favorite red lipstick. And on his skin, some stains of oil. "Gonna take a shower, I'll be right back soon." You laugh softly. "Fine, but don't remove your makeup yet." He mutters 'I don't take orders from anyone' before slamming the door once more.

When he comes back with make-up still on his face, you can't help but smile. He listened to you. Locking the door with a kick, Kid drops his heavy coat on the ground, cracks his neck, and crawls on the bed. He immediately wraps his hands around your waist. "Come here. I want to fuck my pretty girlfriend." He sits you on his lap and holds your hips firmly. As he smears his lipstick on your neck, you shudder and put your face against his neck. Kid slides his hand and firmly gropes your ass. "Mine," he growls, squeezing your bottom. "I want to see that pretty ass, undressed and get on all fours," 

You raise an amused eyebrow. "No, I won't." He scowls, irritated by your teasing expression. You roam your hands along Kid's broad chest. "You're the one getting on all fours this time." He scoffs. A low chuckle rumbles up from his chest as he gazes at you. "You're being feisty tonight?" He squeezes your ass tighter. "No. I didn't forget what you said. I chose the larger size. So, will you let me fuck you?" 

Totally flushed, Kid scoffs once more. "Goddam, y/n" You can almost see the gears of his brain working quickly. "Why are you so obsessed with this thing?" He groans, still holding your cheeks and squeezing them like if it were a stress ball. "Because you're hot. And you know where your prostate is, right, Eustass?" Kid scowls at you. "I'm not stupid, y/n." You gently touch the corner of his lips with a kiss. "So let me pleasure you." 

You take off his goggles and his red hair falls free on his forehead. He's as beautiful and fierce as ever, gazing at you with his amber eyes. He forces you to sit on his lap while he thinks. And his laps make quite a beautiful throne to sit on. Your heart is racing and you're hoping Kid won't change his mind. You need to see that large, massive body, shivering under your touch. There's something so exciting about the idea of fucking such a big, tough, and rude man as Kid. "Y/n, I swear on everything I have: if you ever try to tell to anyone what I'm about to do… I'll fucking kill you. And I'm not even kidding."

Damn, you know he's not kidding.

Kid cares way too much about his reputation. He's so touchy and sensitive whenever someone tries to deny his status or powers. So, abandoning his dominant position is not easy for his stubborn mind. He must really cares about you. Your dear captain only knows the hard way. His strong spirit was the only thing he had as a poor child, when he used to fight for almost everything. That's why he toughens up so much. Right now, he seems much more human. There's a hint of anxiety in his eyes. Maybe he loves you, but people have betrayed him so many times, he can't help but be a bit distrustful. "Eustass, I won't tell anyone, even Killer. It's between you and me, I swear. " Kid sighs deeply. " Goddam woman… fine." 

Relieved, you kiss his lips softly. As a punk, Kid always craved for non-conformism. You noticed really soon that he was always curious to try things considered 'weird' by society. But you never thought he would let you peg him. Your heart is brimming with excitement, pride, and impatience. You squirm to escape the strong grasp of your boyfriend and reach for the nightstand .Kid watches closely as you grab the lube and the strap-on. You didn't lie; you chose the larger size. Kid glances at the toy for a long moment, but remains quiet. 

"Alright, come here and lie back." Immediately, Kid raises an eyebrow. "You want me to take orders from you? Ain’t no fucking way" Ah yes. Kid. Constantly bratty and hot-headed. "Come on, Eustass." You gently try to push him on his back, but he doesn't move, struggling with his inner thoughts. "Let me pleasure you." As you press your palms harder against his chest, he snarls and eventually lies back, completely tensed. You reach for his belt and he pushes your hand. "I can do that myself," he grunts, taking off his shirt, unbuckling his belts and unbuttoning his pants. 

Damn, what a sight to watch at Eustass Kid's naked body. Muscular shoulders, broad and toned chest, abs as hard as the stone, big and grabbable thighs, and that perfect muscular, round booty. "Your name is so accurate, Eust-ass", you laugh as his face turns as red as his hair. "Shut up and do your fucking job," he barks aggressively. He's trying to hide his flustered state. How cute.

Your hand reaches for his already hard cock and you firmly wrap your hands around the thick girth. Kid bucks his hips, eager for more friction. "You're so hard. Are you actually turn on by the situation?" His cock twitches in your palms. "You know what? You should shut the fuck up. Why won't you suck my cock?" He grins and grabs your hair. Damn, even now, he can't help but give your orders. Kid smirks as you comply, content with himself. "That's it, take it all." His cock is throbbing with needs as he pushes deeper down your throat. You can already taste his pre-cum in your mouth.

You keep sucking him while reaching for the lube, spreading it on your fingers, and guiding your fingers against his tight hole. Kid tenses automatically. "Just do it, I'm not a pussy," he mutters. With a wet sound, you remove his cock from your mouth. "Eustass, just to be sure: have you already been fucked in the ass before?" 

Now, even his neck is red. "Hell no. Do I fucking look like a guy who likes being fucked all the fucking days?" He snarls, his pride stinging. His thoughts are filled with lust as he feels your hands on him, making his heart race. "Now what?" You don't answer and continue to run your hands along his muscular thighs, grabbing them to widen his legs. "You're so pretty for me." Kid lets out a low, growling sigh, his cock twitching with the need. "Don't call me pretty. And fuck me, I'm dying of impatience" 

"Fine, fine. You're needy." You gently tease him, spreading his ass cheeks to take a look at this hole clenching around nothing. Eustass tenses under your touch. "Don't fucking look at my ass like that" he growls, squirming nervously. "Why not?" You whisper, kissing his inner thighs and squeezing his muscular flesh. With your lips, you trace all of his scars and curves. "Because I'm not some fucking object for you to gawk at!" Kid roars, shoving your hands away from his ass. "Now, are you going to fuck me or what?"

You can't help but chuckle. He's such a hot-headed mess. Even more stubborn, yelling and aggressive than usual. Your poor boyfriend is really flustered and turned-on by this situation. The unknown is something he finds unpleasant because he can't control it. "Don't worry, I'll fuck you soon. Let me prepare and stretch you first." You're rubbing your fingers against his entrance, as you say. "Prepare me?" He sneers, his voice thick with disbelief and irritation. "I'm not some delicate flower" He continues to protest, but his heart is racing at the thought of being filled with the massive strap you choose. "Stop being so bratty." You sigh, apply more lube to your fingers, and spread it on Kid's entrance. " Just breathe and relax for me." You gently push two lubricate fingers inside him. His warmth and tightness immediately surround you. With a shiver, Kid groans and grabs the bedsheets. His head, neck, and shoulders are all flushed. 

Kid groans as you keep teasing the tip of his cock with your free hand. The double-stimulations is too much for his body to handle. You gently push your fingers deeper, savoring your boyfriend's low grunts and how he clenches around you. So needy already. "You're doing okay, babe?" You ask teasingly, curling your fingers and rubbing his prostate. Kid grabs the bedsheets tightly. Right now, he looks so vulnerable; he doesn't have his prosthetic arm. Just his bare body covered with scars and his big thighs trembling crazily. "Don't call me 'babe'" he grunts, bucking his hips against your hands, eager for more of your touch. It's almost hilarious how hard he tries to hide the moans of pleasure that threaten to escape his lips. "Look like you're enjoying yourself" you tease, stimulating his prostate. "Fuck!" Kid groans, his body arching off the bed. "Just get it over with, I can't get much fore of your goddamn teasing!" he growls, his voice laced with need. 

Eustass 'Captain' Kid is finally begin to break down.

That is so fascinating to watch such a big and scary man, so needy and almost begging for more. Begging to actually be fucked. You continue to finger him and he yells, his eyes rolling back in his head as the sensation shot straight to his cock. The pre-cum is leaking onto your fingers and his stomach as his member throbs in your hand. Kid's body trembles, betraying his arousal despite his best efforts to maintain control and the tough boy-attitude. "Just fuck me," he growls impatiently. 

"Okay. Then, get on your hands and knees." You demand, taking your fingers off. "No." 

"Why, no?" 

He frowns. Of course. He won't obey. No one can commands the great Eustass "Captain" Kid. You sigh, half-amused and half-annoyed by his stubbornness. Despite his dislike for orders, what if you simply guide him with your hands? Perhaps he will comply. Holding his hips with firm yet gentle hands, you attempt to roll him onto his stomach. But you can't move his big, heavy body if he's not willing to obey. Kid glances at you for a long time, and when you finally break the eye contact, he huffs and rolls on his stomach. Your heart is racing at the sight of his muscular back. Some scars are running down his spine. Both the small of his back and his ass are incredibly juicy. You can feel yourself becoming increasingly wet as you imagine the moment you will finally fuck him and drive him crazy. 

Still with your hands, you try to move him on all fours. Kid growls and arches his back. But he can't really stay on all fours with his missing arm, so he ends up with his head buried in the pillow and his ass perfectly raised in your direction. The position he's in is so helpless and vulnerable that it makes your throat feel a bit dry. He must really trust you to be so exposed. "You can breath at least?" He turns his head. "Of course I can, just fuck me."

He glances across his shoulders as you put on your strap-on and spread some lube on the fake cock. Kid asked for it to be both large and long, and it is. His spirit of competition is quite amusing, but you hope he'll be fine. You give a playful spank to Kid's amazing, muscular ass and enjoy the nice jiggling. It's only fair to give him a light spanking because it's his favorite activity when you're on all fours.

By pressing on the small of his back, you force him to bend more, enough to spread his ass cheeks without your hands. Then, you gently rub the cockhead of the toy against his tight entrance. Kid eyes roll back in his head as he feels the cold rubber head pressing against his hole. "Hurry up and fuck me, damn it! He grumbles with a voice full of desire and impatience. His cock throbbing between his legs shows that he's ready. "Just relax and let me in," your orders before starting to push the massive toy inside him. "Fuck", Kid hisses out between clenched teeth, his body shuddering from the intrusion. He tries to manage his breathing, and he feels the thick head of the dildo stretching his entrance further. "Shit…" he cries out, as the cockhead finally passes his tight ring of muscles. His body instinctively fights back. You soothe him with one hand while gripping his hips firmly with the other. "Just breathe, Eustass. You're doing so good. Just a little more and it will all be inside. " Kid grabs the bedsheets with his hand, his whole body shaking and covered in a slight coat of sweat. As Kid finally relaxes, you manage to push the big toy deeper into him.  "You're taking me so well, Eustass." You purr, watching the thick girth of the strap sink completely inside him, stretching his ass widely. "That shit is so fucking big," he groans out, his body shaking with the sensation of being filled so deeply. His ass walls are tightly clamped around the toy. "That's what you wanted" you laugh playfully, squeezing his ass. You can’t believe you’re finally filling him up to the hilt.

"Shit! I know. Just fuck me, I can handle it." Even as it overwhelms his senses, he cannot deny the pleasure that surges through him. Seeing him with a completely flustered face would be wonderful, but you know that he's probably more comfortable that way, with you taking him from behind. If you are unable to see his expressions, he may be more willing to let it go and indulge in the pleasure.

Your entire body is aching. It's too much for you. Kid is so perfect, so pretty, on all fours for you. His muscular body offers to your hands and thrusts. You had no idea that he would allow you to realize one of your most significant fantasies. Now, you have to take good care of him and prove to him how good it can be to be fucked. Maybe he will accept to do it again if he's convincing enough.

You gently start to thrust, sliding in and out with ease thanks to all the lube. The amount of lube is making some wet, obscene sounds with each thrust. Kid grunts, almost moans and tries to hide it behind a curse word as you move your hips. Your hands move from his waist to his ass, and you grab it firmly. You spank the firm flesh playfully. "So perfect" you whisper while thrusting. Kid groans lowly as you continue to plunge the toy into his ass. "You look so beautiful when I’m inside you." Kid sighs. "Can you stop babbling and actually starts to fuck me for real?" He tries to keep his moans under control, his teeth tightening tightly. 'Fuck," he mutters, his voice thick with need and desire. " Damn Eustass, you're taking me so well. You're so beautiful, I-"

" Harder " Kid grunts, silencing you. " I can take it, fuck me harder." You give another spanking to his ass, which slowly turns red. Kid bites the bedsheets, smearing his lipstick everywhere on the pillow and on the mattress. As you speed up your thrusts, Kid bites the bedsheets more firmly to muffle his moans. The sensations are too intense, the pleasure is too overwhelming for his poor mind. He can't think clearly, and is slowly starting to lose his tough-guy attitude. It's tempting to tease him about his pretty, husky moans. He's such a whimpering mess. But you shut up. It's obvious to you that he would feel mocked and humiliated. And you want him to trust you. It's beautiful to watch him indulge in a new world of sensations. With each hard thrust, the inner ring of the strap grinds against your clit, and you moan as well, digging your nails into Kid's ass. "You should see how your hole is swallowing all of me." The mind totally dizzy, your boyfriend doesn't react and just bucks his hips, eager for more friction, more roughness. "Yeah yeah i get it; you love my ass. Just fuck me harder," he begs again impatiently. His body is trembling as his mind still tries to fight against the pleasure washing over him. His cock twitch violently, releasing pre-cum as it throbs in response to your thrusts. "Fuck," he repeats, moaning. Burying his head in the pillow, he bites it. You know, his lipstick is probably all over the white bedsheets. You spank his ass playfully, speeding up your thrusts. "Damn, you were right Eustass, you're taking me so well. You like how wide it stretches you?"

The slapping sounds of the skin fill the room as Kid turns into a whimpering, almost whiny mess. It's difficult for him to handle how good you're stretching him and how nice the toy is rubbing his prostate. You continue to thrust, chasing your own highs. The rubber ring is stimulating your clit just nice, not to mention the amazing view of your boyfriend on all fours and at your mercy. The fake balls of the toy slaps against Kid’s balls. With one hand, you still hold his hips firmly. With the other, you pull on his hair, fucking him deeper. His face is completely red, his eyes are almost wet, and his lipstick is smeared on his chin and cheek. Amazed by this sight, your pussy ache in need. You already know how beautiful Kid looks when he can't handle how tight your cunt is. But that. It's beyond all expectations. The slight pain from his hair being pulled and his ass being spanked only add to his arousal, his cock throbbing with need. All he can mutter is a long, long strand of'shit' and 'fuck'. 

Kid buries his head back in the pillow after you release his head. His ass is red from both your spanking and the roughness of your hips when slamming against his. Amazed by the way his body is completely swallowing the toy, you too moan. You reach for his chest, squeezing his large tiddies. Your breast bounces crazily with each hard thrust and Kid's body just jolts of pleasure. You know he won't take much more. So you reach for his cock and as soon as you touch it, Kid cum violently, arching his back, curling his toes and making a mess on the bedsheets. The pleasure just washes over him. But you don't stop, still chasing your own highs. "Fuck!" Kid groans again, his body shuddering from the intense release. His massive frame falls stomach-first on the bed. The friction between his sensitive cock and the mattress is causing him to squirm and jerk. "Damn, Y/N!" He grips the bedsheets more tightly and pants heavily. The way you're overstimulating his sensitive walls and prostate is too much to handle.

"Almost there", you whisper, and finally, you feel the pleasure running through your veins. Your loud boyfriend can't help but cum once more, his eyes rolling back in his head, short-circuited by his second orgasm. You continue to give him some sloppy thrusts, making him squirm and cry out. "You're amazing," you whisper before finally pulling out the toy carefully. With a loud 'plop', you completely pull out the toy, leaving Kid with a gaping hole.

'You're okay?' You whisper, stroking his back gently and playing with his hair. "Hmph. That wasn't that bad" he admits, his chest heaving up and down. Your fierce boyfriend struggles to glance at you and keeps his head buried in the pillow. Despite the intense pleasure he'd just had, his pride is swollen. You gently kiss his lower back, leaving a trail of kissing along his spine. "You were amazing… so beautiful and perfect for me…" Kid grunts slowly. At the moment, he only needs praises. He cannot deny how good it was. And his mind is tortured. What does it mean? Is he still the same for you? Does he look less manly now? Or cruel, maybe? Ashamed, Kid slowly manages to relax as you keep praising him. "You're alright?" You ask, kissing his neck. "Yeah." He grumbles, still trying to catch his breath, and finally rolls onto his back. You take off the strap-on and leave the bedroom, just for a moment. When you came back with a wet cloth, Kid didn't move at all. Without any words, you clean him. "Are you hurt anywhere?" He shakes his head. "No. I fucking lost my arm, I can handle having my ass pounded, damn." He groans. "Alright, alright. Just move your ass then, let me change the bedsheets."

Kid struggles to comply, barely standing up on his shaking legs. After you're finished, he returns to his bed. "Are you joining me or what?" With a chuckle, you comply, pressing your naked body against his. Kid wraps his hand tightly around your waist. "I love you, Eustass" you whisper close to his ear. The confession brings his heart racing. "Of course you love me." 

He rolls on his side in silence. You know exactly what he wants, so you wrap your arms around his large body. "My big boy loves to be the little spoon," you laugh and he grunts a 'shut up'. 

His hand reaches for yours and intertwined your fingers. 

"Why are you smiling?" Kid asks as he feels you smile against his back. "Nothing." 

You're just so proud of your stubborn, hot-headed boyfriend. And proud of how your relationship just evolved. Kid is always hard to understand and you never know if he loves you, but those kind of moments… it eases all your doubts. You're overjoyed to have the chance to see the vulnerable, human Kid. He can sleep comfortably. You won't tell anyone about it; it was too precious, you want to keep it to yourself. 

"Alright, just smile then, he grumbles", still holding your hand.

[heartilywrites]

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request guide | masterlist

resume: where you are stubborn and Korra is tired of that.

content warning: fight descriptions, firebender!reader, one minor death description, a small fight, established romantic relationship between Korra and the reader, gn!reader, no use of y/n.

word count: 1.4k

a/n: HI im here to contribute to the cause: not enough Korra fics out there. I got this os idea out of the air, if anyone has any request to make more fics of Korra, or any other character of this universe ehem, let me know ;D I just came back from a writer's block!

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “ 𝓘'm sorry, is this OUR stab wound.ᐣ ”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ With one hand trying to put pressure in a red spot to stop the blood while the other was throwing fire attacks in a desperate manner, you were helping the Krew to fight a group of bandits trying to terrorize a village. One of them was a metalbender who got you off guard and made a deep cut on your left side.

Sweat was dripping down your face, it was notorious how your breathing became irregular by the way your chest was moving and your arm use to bend was starting to ache.

You were tired already and your opponent seemed to notice that, at one point you needed to buy some time to breathe so you decided to make a maximum effort and put your last reservation of energy in taking him out.

You made him back a couple of steps when throwing kicks and fire and at the second you realized he got disoriented, a lightning was shot at him by you. The only sound after the rumble of said element was his body impacting with the floor and your heavy breathing while both hands took place on your knees, trying to calm yourself down.

The voice of the avatar made an echo behind you, she was yelling your name looking for you once everyone was defeated.

You were quick to take a piece of fabric and tie your abdominal area to stop the bleeding; it wasn't that bad of a injury, you thought to yourself, it will heal quickly.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “There you are!” The southerner exclaimed when she got eyes on your figure, you were fixing up your hair. “I heard the lightning, are you okay?”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Course,” you move a little bit to show the body of your opponent, Korra raised her eyebrows. “He's going to be fine. . . I think, don't worry 'bout him!” your hand was fast to reach hers and make her walk beside you. “Are we leaving?”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Yeah, everyone is on the ship already, you got the farthest.” she said, her brows frown a little bit at the sensation of liquid in the hand she was holding yours. The avatar took away that hand and look at it. “You're bleeding!?” she asked horrified and looked up at you.

You were serene at the situation, you dismissed the seriousness of the injury moving your hand. “It's nothing, Korra, it was a superficial cut, I'll be fine.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Are you sure? Let me see—” she tried to reach you to look for said cut and you moved away way too quick that made you groan with pain.

The adrenaline was washing away leaving you with a sore body and a stinging pain on the side. Your girlfriend frowned again. “I'm okay! Stop worrying about me! I know how to take care of myself, thank you very much.” you tried to defend yourself, left hand was stretched out to stop her from coming nearer.

The brunette was silent for a bit, she knew how hot-headed you could be when about your problems it was. “But you're not alone anymore! You have me and if you are hurt I want to know so I can help you.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I don’t need your help, I can handle this!” you exclaimed making your way in the airship, interrupting a 'want some fruit pies?' coming from Bolin who only stood there afterwards watching you walk away to rest and turning back at Korra.

The whole team was on silence after the scene, three of them looking confused while Korra looked annoyed.

The rest of the trip back to Air Temple Island you were sleeping without interruptions, that was more than you ever did, your girlfriend took that as a sign of tiredness after the fight and you using the lightning to defend yourself.

Even if you were a pretty skilled lightning bender, it wasn't a bending you used on your daily basis so she didn't know if the use of that defense mechanism was tiring for you or not. In fact, she didn't know much about how you reacted to injuries or problems since you were so reserved with anyone about your weak spots, living in a conservative family where you were taught that any emotion besides courage was a weak and useless emotion that people could use against you.

And Korra knew about that when she met you in a tournament of pro–bending, there's where she fell in love with you.

The avatar tried so hard to break your shell so you could opened up to her and trust in her with everything you did or felt, no success at all it seemed.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Honey, we're here.” you heard the voice of your girlfriend, your body moved a bit with a groan of pain and your eyes opened lazy, feeling your eyelids still heavy. “Let's go, you can sleep better in your room.”

A bit slow, you were able to stand up from your sleeping spot. Your eyes were trying to focus on the brunette, blinking a lot when you saw blurry. “Where. . .?” you were able to say hoarsely.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Air temple island, you slept the whole night.” she said giggling a little bit, acting as if the fight before you slept didn't happen. She felt the nuisance in her, but thought maybe it was better to talk it once you were fully well rested.

You nodded and stood up. Black spots started to appear in your visual field and a sensation of dizziness invaded your body; when trying to take a step you stumbled and if Korra wasn't fast enough you could've hit the floor. “I'm okay. . . I. . .”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Oh, no, you are definitely not okay.” she said with a mix of worry and anger in her voice. With so easiness (you really didn't had the strenght to fight her off) she found your cut and her eyes shot open when she saw how deep it was and how soaked your whole side was, your clothes being a tone darker than the fabric usually was. “What the fuck!? You're bleeding out! This is a big cut!”

Your words tangled in your tongue, not making a coherent sentence while trying to stay awake. The southerner was quick to take you in her arms bridal style and almost run inside the temple, asking for help.

Korra was in charge of healing you, once she got access to water her hands moved automatically over your injury. The first contact got a scream out of you and then, you relaxed.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “You'll be fine, it's okay, darling, you'll be fine.” she said to you, now that there was better light she could see how pale you got overnight. Her teeth got her own inferior lip, nervous about the whole thing. “I'm sorry, I should've insisted last night, you wouldn't have lost so much blood.”

A shush came from your mouth, smiling weak afterwards. “It's not your fault. . . I'm the one who's sorry, I shouldn't be so proud. . .” you frown raised a bit. “I know I should communicate more to you if I want this to work out.” the way you spoke hoarsely made Korra shake a bit.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “We'll work on that,” was her response. Once she made sure you were all good, she moved now to help you get all bandaged up to let the cut heal completely. “Together, as we have been doing all this time.” she murmured.

When she was done, she sat at the bed where you were lying and smiled fondly your way. Korra loved you. She loved you so dearly and it was reciprocate, the love both of you felt for the other was so strong to the point of wanting to change for the better, to be the better version of each other that could exist.

The avatar leaned on you to leave a sweet kiss on your lips, caressing your cheek with devotion, you tried not to smile with excitement at the thought of her love being yours and yours only.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “You know what this also means?” she said interrupting your thoughts after pulling away a little bit to speak to you on whispers, you made a sound of question. “You will have me all on you to take care of you and give you the best pampering sessions.”

You laugh with happiness at the thought of that, another groan left your lips followed by 'stop, you're hurting yourself!' that made you laugh with Korra again. She was careful to lie next to you and take you in arms to take a nap together. Neither of you were slow to get yourselves lost in dreams a minute later.

[hadischara]

lyney with a reader who's ALSO a fatui spy but both of them don't know. ensue espionage and "YOU'RE under THE KNAVE??" "yea...?"

Of course! I love that one very much, thank you dear Anon!

I hope you don't mind me making it in a headcanon form, tell me if it should be a OS or not. Set before the incident btw.

𝖂𝖆𝖎𝖙...𝖄𝕺𝖀 𝕿𝕺𝕺?!

You two met when you got backstage passes once.

And it was pretty neat! Just.... one little detail. He had an envelope on his desk with the fatui sigil. Has he gotten threatened?

So only natural that you'd get suspicious of him, right?

Well, you we're just as suspicious to him actually! That's cause you stared at his envelope and eyed his skills with lot of precision.

Who would do that if their not planning anything?

So you started to investigate one another, and weeks of frustration came.

He had asked you out on dates, walked you home and everything!

He just couldn't find any hooks and wrong doings in your files or anything! On top of that, every time you were with him he got this hot feeling in his cheeks.

You got out empty handed just as well.

Anything other than that he's a magician you couldn't find.

And everything else was blurred together. But you just had to think of the dates. He was so nice, was it for show? Or did he mean it? He got your head spinning, that's for sure.

It was a slip up of the both of you that caused you to find out. Well, and the slip up of an Agent too.

You had just walked out of a little secret talk with someone when Lyney came out of the opposite door, your files in hand, while you had copies of his in yours.

"Why do you have my files? " Both of you had asked when he saw the other Agent you had a talk with go out too.

"You can't go around giving away my files (Agent Name)! Are you stupid enough to actually give it to a stranger? Did father not teach you ANYTHING about something like stranger danger?"

"But (Name) is my superior? They work under the knave. I thought you were under suspicion of betrayal or something. Have fun on one of your dates again. "

The Agent just left you, an awkward silence filling the room between you.

"I feel stupid now. I researched everything for nothing. I could've just asked the Agents. " You said.

Lyney just nodded along, feeling embarrassed himself.

"How about I uuhhhhh give those files back and take you out properly this time? No suspicious things this time."

"Wait, you work as her spy?" He asked you. You nodded, and he gave you one of his actual smiles. "Well, if we get lucky we might see each other on a mission some day. But let's stay at the dates for now huh?"

Your cheeks got a beet red, while you nodded eagerly. Yes maybe you would, yes.

How was it? To your liking? Maybe I'll make a oneshot out of it.

Cya :D

[ohhxdile]

hello :D

If possible can you do a fic on Sam Sulek and the reader ( female ) going on a shopping date and you know he offers to carry your bags and stuff 🥹

Or ( I have so many thoughts about him gosh 🥰)

A fic where they went a trip to Disney world and they have a lovely day together ( I’m screaming ☺️ this thought makes me so happy)

love helping you ♯ os

pairing; sam sulek x reader

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wc : 617 summary: new clothes were needed but you couldn't go alone, so you brought up your favorite guy. warning: butt slap at the end, fluff. a/n: i love sam fluff ngl, so tysm for requesting that! !

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You had texted Sam early in the morning asking him if he was down for buying new clothes since yours started to grow holes and stains, some didn’t fit you anymore. He was still in his deep sleep so you only heard him groan on his pillow and that made you chuckle, biting your lower lip. “So it’s a yes?” You could hear a shuffle from the other side of the phone, with what seemed to be his covers and pillow, and you heard a low “Yes” under his breath, you screamed with joy. Finally winning.

The ride to the mall wasn’t silent, we talked a lot and spilled some drama. He talked about his newest video idea, asked my opinion to get different feedback. You were another perspective, so you were careful with your words and way of talking. “You know what I mean, right?” You mentioned, Sam nodded and took mental notes, eyebrows frowning onto together. We were getting much closer to the shop, and you were getting excited and told him that you would get only a few items. “It doesn’t bother me if you take a lot of things, I’m here for a reason” Chuckling, he knew what he meant by being “here”. 

The shopping mall was pretty empty today, morning errands wasn’t much liked, so you took this opportunity to buy new clothes for you and Sam. He nodded your way to signal that he was in fact following you. You looked at the panel entitled with each clothing part, and disappeared in-between the aisle.

You were walking in-between aisle, looking through pants and shirts. Sam followed behind you, watching you walk slowly with your shopping bag in hand. You whispered to yourself while checking out some flared ones. “Those are goods, I like them” You blushed a bit from Sam agreement to the pair, the size was correct so you took it without looking twice.

Most of the clothes in your bags were Sam’s choice and words, you couldn’t hold yourself back when he would compliment them and say they would look amazing on your body. It made you all hot and bothered, you lost focus and concentration while strolling through the shop. Running my fingers in between the tight shirts and closely peek the tissue and appearance. 

A big large hand went on your back slowly and respectfully, your body went numb. Automatically searching for the culprit on your left, It was Sam hand, of course. He stared at you with a smirk on his face, you gave it back. Goosebumps rising all over your skin.

It felt like your mall shopping spree went on hours, you thought that you spent so much time in here until you looked at your own phone and noticed that the time hasn’t moved. We went to the check-out paid for everything and then left the store, you struggled a bit with the bags weight and Sam took notice of it his hands reached for yours to relieve them. 

“Oh, you didn’t have to!” You were clearly embarrassed that you couldn’t hold shopping bags on your own, ashamed of your weight limit. He scuffed off your words and walked to the car with no struggle. Enjoying the view of Sam reaching for the car chest and opening it, filling with the many bags, you ran to the car. Joining him. “Thank you baby…” You kissed him deeply, he dared to put one hand on your ass and slapped it, while you giggled from his courage and he opened the car door for you to get in. And we left the shop both satisfied and with new clothes and many new things to talk about.

[katapotato55]

my theory as to why doomers exist (and how to break that mentality to be a better writer)

yesterday my sibling texted me "hey can you list me what major historical events you experienced in life for an assignment? " of course I listed the big ones like COVID and other depressing shit I went through in my life but most of the ones i listed were not super depressing. here are some of them: -the rise of steve jobs and the popularity of modern OS -the rise of smartphones -new technology completely changing the world that I thought I would never see in my lifetime, like VR and self driving cars. -massive cultural impacts such as spongebob being created affecting pop culture -the start of facebook and modern social media -pluto being declared not a planet yknow stuff on the top of my head that I thought would be interesting to write about.

then my sibling came home to tell me that most of what I sent was not helpful at all and that they meant "world events" And i asked "how the hell is the invention of the smart phone and the beginning of modern social media not considered "world events" by these standards" they said "idk just not that"

I think what they meant to say was "my teacher only wants the really depressing miserable shit the media thinks is headline worthy"

You know, I think this is why my generation is full of so many doomers. God forbid we have a positive outlook on this world and try and look at the bright side of things. god forbid we try to be optimistic for both the future and our current lives. we seem to have this thin veil of maturity that depressing=mature somehow. That the only way to make anything of nuance is to basically spam "look how shit everything is! look how enlightened I am" like you are Steve cutts.

well you know what ?

I hate art like the stuff steve cutts makes, and I hate this redundant "look how shit the world is" mentality

I plan on making an analysis post later on about Mr. Cutts, but for now let's stay on point this mentality is redundant and helps no one. yes. we do need to be aware of the bad parts of life. But being a pathetic miserable sod and ignoring the upsides is just as immature and childish as an aggressive optimist thinking the world is all sunshine and rainbows. you know why I like undertale so much ? Undertale knows when to be optimistic and has a mature take on a happy ending. Undertale ALLOWS itself to be happy. enough with the rick and morty level of writing where everything sucks and "fuck you in particular for being hopeful" only edgy 14 year olds think being depressing is the same as being mature. Maturity is understanding that there is nuance to everything and understanding that things are what they are. Do you want to be a good writer ? stop overly relying on being a sad doomer. Even the darkest writers in history like Edgar Allen Poe knew how to lighten the fuck up, because you need to understand the positives in life to effectively create dark writing.

thank you for reading this ironically negative rant, I plan to expand more on the subject later on.

EDIT

ngl i was honestly scared this post would open me up to harassment. I was genuinely terrified of attracting the psycho political crowd that treats politics like religious doctrine. first of all, shout out to this person:

I feel like this would be the perfect opportunity to talk about my struggle with depression as an artist and the stereotype behind it. the stereotype is that only the best artists are emotionally tortured people constantly struggling in agony and putting that into their art. now as someone who has been battling depression for 10 years let me tell you: that mentality is a load of horse shit. the greatest artists in history such as Van Gogh were not great artists because they were depressed they were great artists because they had a combination of passion and unique life experience. It just so happens that depression is a unique life experience to go through. being depressed does not make you deep, it just makes you feel empty and possibly sad depending on what flavor of depression you have. all the great stories about depression are not great because its about depression, but because its about the writers personal experiences and the love and hard work that went into making it. if Van gogh got treatment for his mental health issues, he would have still created art. Yes he created art as his job, but he also did it because he loved it and put his personal feelings and passion into his work. the biggest reason why I detest Steve Cutts is because there is no passion nor personal experience in his work. yes he is talented but most of his animations are just regurgitating all the bad things he could think of and nothing personal is going into it. (again I plan on making an analysis post about steve cutts sooner or later) What makes the art of Van Gogh deep and Steve Cutts as deep as a dry puddle is the fact that you can tell who put their own soul and personality into their work. heed my warning new artists and writers depression =/= deep all depression does is cripple you. Seek out life experience to be the best artist you can be.

[whirlwindimagines]

I just found youre blog and i absoulutely love it 😍🥹

I have my period right now and just need comfort because my period always gets like really bad so maybe a period comfort OS with vash and wolfwood separately

That would be really cool

Sorry for my bad English BTW it's not my first language have a nice day <3

Thank you! And okay I was just thinking about this, how much it would suck to have your Period on this planet. Like I would hope in the far-off future we would just be able to get rid of the whole period thing in general >.< I hope you feel better! I did a combination of headcanons and a short story for this one.

Vash the Stampede and Nicholas D Wolfwood comforting their s/o (Separate) while they are on their period

Vash

So sweet, and so concerned! Will literally get you anything you want does not matter what you ask for please don't get mad at him though very sensitive

If you cry he's crying right with you lol doesnt matter what reason he’ll just hold you and cry

Gets like the whole damn store for you, every product, every type of chocolate, every pain relief, he's trying very hard to help you ;p; 

Wishes he could get rid of any you have right away, hates to see you in pain ):

You clutch your stomach, groaning for the millionth time it feels like. You curled up on your side in some hotel room bed, well it was a nice bed at least Vash paid extra double dollars for it. If you didn't feel like shit, you would’ve felt bad about spending extra money on unnecessary things but you didn't care. 

A gentle hand on your side startles you, looking up at Vash’s smiling face. “How are you feeling.'' Usually the question would annoy you, but Vash asks it so sincerely you can’t be mad. “Okay, will you stay?” You pout at him, and you know he can’t refuse you not like this. You watch him blush, maybe if you felt better, you tease him, but instead make grabby hands at him. 

Vash gets into the bed behind you, he hesitates before putting his arms around you and pulling you to his chest. Sighing contently, you grab his metal arm, placing it right on your stomach. It's warm, yet cool to the touch and it feels just perfect. You hear him laugh, “You're just using me as a heater aren't you.”

“Yes, and you are very good at it.” You say with a smile, closing your eyes hoping to get some sleep, you feel Vash place a kiss to the back of your head. Your grip on his wrist tightens, holding his hand close as a silent thank you.

Wolfwood

He means really well :) but is really useless. What size pussy do you have? 

Mans has no idea what he's doing and wants to help lots of internal panicking like he's this close to biting the bullet and asking someone else for help you tell him it's really not that serious.

He’ll do something really simple and sweet for you like get you chocolate or like a stuffed animal, he has no clue what to do when you burst into tears in front of him like he panics hard lol 

Feels bad that you're in pain, and offers you a chance to shoot the punisher when you're like “Nick wtf?” he's just like shrug it makes me feel better to blow stuff up 

You watch Wolfwood amused as you prop yourself up on your elbow on the bed, you watch as he fumbles with the bags in his hands as he sets them on the bed causing you to sit up fully. “Was it a fun trip?” You tease, he gives you a look. “The store clerk looked at me like I was an idiot.” 

You ‘hum’ eyes shining when you pull out some chocolate he got you, “It's not my fault you believed me about the magic period reliever patch.” Maybe you sent him on a wild goose chase, it was better then snapping at him for hovering so much. “Thought it was a nicotine patch or something.” he mutters beside you, joining you on the bed. 

Nearly dropping the chocolate bar from laughing too hard, Wolfwood swipes it from your hands and breaks a piece off to have some. You pout at him, making sure to give him extra big puppy dog eyes and he gives it back to you with a huff. You enjoy the treat in silence, leaning over to rest your head on his shoulder. “Thanks” and you mean it, happy to have him here with you to help, even if something as simple as getting you a sweet treat.

He puts an arm around your shoulder pulling you in close, you can tell he’s embarrassed. You decided you won’t tease about it, at least for right now. 

[raquel-lopez]

Pᴇᴅɪʀ ᴘᴇʀᴅᴏ́ɴ ɴᴏ sɪᴇᴍᴘʀᴇ sɪɢɴɪғɪᴄᴀ ϙᴜᴇ ᴇsᴛᴀᴍᴏs ᴇϙᴜɪᴠᴏᴄᴀᴅᴏs ʏ ϙᴜᴇ ᴇʟ ᴏᴛʀᴏ ᴇsᴛᴀ́ ᴇɴ ʟᴏ ᴄɪᴇʀᴛᴏ. Sɪᴍᴘʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛᴇ sɪɢɴɪғɪᴄᴀ ϙᴜᴇ ᴠᴀʟᴏʀᴀᴍᴏs ᴜɴᴀ ʀᴇʟᴀᴄɪᴏ́ɴ ᴍᴜᴄʜᴏ ᴍᴀ́s ϙᴜᴇ ᴀ ɴᴜᴇsᴛʀᴏ ᴇɢᴏ.

“Pᥱrdoᥒᥲr ᥱs ᥱᥣ vᥲᥣor dᥱ ᥣos vᥲᥣιᥱᥒtᥱs. Soᥣᥲmᥱᥒtᥱ ᥲqᥙᥱ́ᥣ qᥙᥱ ᥱs bᥲstᥲᥒtᥱ fᥙᥱrtᥱ ρᥲrᥲ ρᥱrdoᥒᥲr ᥙᥒᥲ ofᥱᥒsᥲ sᥲbᥱ ᥲmᥲr.” Mᥲhᥲtmᥲ Gᥲᥒdhι ~

“Eᥣ ρᥱrdóᥒ ᥒo ᥴᥲmbιᥲ ᥱᥣ ρᥲsᥲdo ρᥱro ᥱᥒgrᥲᥒdᥱᥴᥱ ᥱᥣ fᥙtᥙro.” Pᥲᥙᥣ Boᥱsᥱ ~

“Eᥣ ρᥱrdóᥒ ᥱs ᥙᥒ rᥱgᥲᥣo qᥙᥱ tᥱ dᥲs ᥲ tί mιsmo.” Toᥒ̃ι dᥱ ᥣᥲ Fᥙᥱᥒtᥱ ~

Cᥙᥲᥒdo ᥒo sᥱ ρᥱrdoᥒᥲ, ᥙᥒo ᥲᥣιmᥱᥒtᥲ sᥱᥒtιmιᥱᥒtos dᥱ rᥱᥒᥴor, odιo ᥱ ιrᥲ, qᥙᥱ ᥒos ᥴᥲᥙsᥲᥒ ᥙᥒᥲ grᥲᥒ ιᥒsᥲtιsfᥲᥴᥴιóᥒ ιᥒtᥱrιor, qᥙᥱ ᥒos ᥴᥲrᥴomᥱᥒ ρor dᥱᥒtro ყ ρrodᥙᥴᥱᥒ ιᥒfᥱᥣιᥴιdᥲd. Eᥣ ρᥱrdóᥒ ᥱs ᥣᥲ rᥱsρᥙᥱstᥲ mᥲ́s ιᥒtᥱᥣιgᥱᥒtᥱ ᥴoᥒtrᥲ ᥱᥣ mᥲᥣ.

Eᥣ ρroριo Gᥲᥒdhι dᥱᥴίᥲ, “Ojo ρor ojo ყ ᥱᥣ mᥙᥒdo ᥲᥴᥲbᥲrίᥲ ᥴιᥱgo.” ყ tᥲmbιᥱ́ᥒ dᥱᥴίᥲ, “No dᥱjᥱs qᥙᥱ sᥱ mᥙᥱrᥲ ᥱᥣ soᥣ sιᥒ qᥙᥱ hᥲყᥲᥒ mᥙᥱrto tᥙs rᥱᥒᥴorᥱs.”

Eᥣ ρᥱrdóᥒ ᥱs qᥙιzᥲ́ ᥣᥲ ᥲᥴtιtᥙd qᥙᥱ mᥱjor dᥱjᥲ ᥲᥣ dᥱsᥴᥙbιᥱrto ᥣᥲ grᥲᥒdᥱzᥲ dᥱ ᥙᥒᥲ ρᥱrsoᥒᥲ.

Pᥲz, Amor ყ Uᥒιdᥲd ρor ᥙᥒᥲ Nᥙᥱvᥲ Hᥙmᥲᥒιdᥲd. Grᥲᥴιᥲs ρor Sᥱr ყ Estᥲr. Nᥲmᥲstᥱ

@raquel-lopez

Asking for forgiveness does not always mean that we are wrong and that the other is right. It simply means that we value a relationship much more than our ego.

"Forgiveness is the value of the brave. Only he who is strong enough to forgive an offense knows how to love.” Mahatma Gandhi~

“Forgiveness does not change the past but it enhances the future.” Paul Boese~

“Forgiveness is a gift you give to yourself.” Toñi de la Fuente~

When one does not forgive, one feeds feelings of resentment, hatred and anger, which cause us great inner dissatisfaction, which eat away at us inside and produce unhappiness. Forgiveness is the most intelligent response against evil.

Gandhi himself said, “An eye for an eye and the world would end up blind.” and he also said, “Don't let the sun die without your resentments dying.”

Forgiveness is perhaps the attitude that best reveals a person's greatness.

Peace, Love and Unity for a New Humanity. Thank you for being and being. Namaste

🤍🌍🌎🌏🤍🕊️

[okwabii]

This is like, the first ever actual post I’ve made on here and it HAD to be a little oneshot of my favorite man. ( I have father issues and I need him as my dad or else. )

I’m in love with the dc and batman franchise as a whole and I’m even more in love with Matt Reeves rendition of batman and the other characters. So, please enjoy my newbie writing :D

Edit: I just finished the finale of the show. Oh my god… I’m sobbing. When I catch you Ozwald, when I fucking catch you. Unfortunately, I still have father issues. If and when you guys see it, I’m so sorry. I love you and I’m hoping you have enough tissues. Drink some water too 💗💗

Safe Haven

The rain in Gotham was relentless, hammering down on you and the rest of the unsuspecting victims as you pushed through the heavy doors of the Iceberg Lounge. The warm lights and murmuring voices inside felt like a haven from the cold, harsh city streets you’d just come from. You kept your head down, hoping to slip through the crowd unnoticed.

But you should’ve known better. Oswald Cobb had eyes everywhere.

“Hey, kid,” his gruff voice called from across the room. “Whatcha doin’ here?”

You turned, bracing yourself for the usual lecture. You weren’t supposed to be wandering the city this late, especially not in Oswald’s domain. But as much as he puts on a tough front, you knew that he’d always let you stay. Even if it meant wearing that disapproving scowl of his.

“Just needed a place to clear my head,” you mumbled, not quite meeting his gaze.

He sighed, waving you over to his booth. “You know, for a kid who doesn’t get out much, you sure do end up in this place a lot,” he muttered, but he moved over, making room for you beside him. When you hesitated, he patted the seat impatiently. “Come on. Sit.”

You slid into the booth, shivering slightly. He noticed and grabbed his jacket from behind him, tossing it over your shoulders. “You’re drenched,” he observed, his voice softer now, a bit concerned.

“Thanks captain obvious,” you uttered quietly, tugging the burly jacket closer around yourself.

There was a long pause as he studied you, his eyes sharper than usual. “You gonna tell me what’s goin’ on? Or do I have to guess?”

You shrugged, the weight of everything slowly creeping in. “It’s… it’s kinda lame. And complicated.”

Oswald let out a low grunt, rolling his eyes at the lame part while leaning back in his seat. “Yeah, well, life usually is. But you don’t gotta carry all that on your own, you know.”

You looked at him, surprised. He rarely showed this side of himself, this softer side he tried so hard to bury. But tonight, the walls seemed to be down a little, and you found yourself wanting to tell him what was going on.

“I just… things at home aren’t great. And school’s been rough. Everything’s just a lot right now, s’all.”

He nodded slowly, as if he understood, his gaze softer than usual. “Hey, listen,” he said, his tone almost gentle. “I know what it’s like to feel like you’re carryin’ the world on your shoulders. But you got me. You come here anytime, a’ight? No questions asked.”

You felt a lump in your throat, touched by his unexpected kindness. “Thanks, Os,” you whispered, genuinely grateful.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t go getting all mushy on me,” he grumbled, though there was a hint of a smile on his face. “Now, you gonna eat? I’m not lettin’ you leave until you’ve had somethin’ warm.”

You couldn’t help but snort, a small, genuine sound that seemed to surprise him. He raised an eyebrow, looking almost amused.

“There it is,” he said, leaning back with a smirk. “Knew I’d get a smile outta you eventually.”

For the first time that night, the problems you’d been lugging around felt a little lighter.

[profeyandere]

𝐃𝐖𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐒. ─── ☾ 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐄

ʟɪɴᴋꜱ ↪ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ↪ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏꜰꜰɪᴄᴇ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ↪ ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ

ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏꜱ ↪ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2.5ᴋ ↪ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴅᴡɪɢʜᴛ ꜱᴄʜʀᴜᴛᴇ x ꜰᴛᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ↪ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ᴛʀᴀɴꜱɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱᴘʜᴏʙɪᴀ, ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ, ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ

This OS was requested quite a while ago, I'm sorry it took so long, so I hope you like it and don't get criticized. If anyone feels offended in any way, please let me know so I can change something about the OS, it's never my intention to bother or hurt anyone. English is not my native language, so I apologize for any mistake and if you can help me improve it, I will greatly appreciate it. I hope you enjoy it :D

You knew Dwight well enough to sense that something was bothering him, or that his mind was spinning in circles like a hamster on its wheel. You also knew that, eventually, he would reach some bizarre conclusion that made sense in his own happy little world, and he would blurt out something strange or off-the-wall. It would either make you laugh or leave you feeling unsettled; there was never an in-between with him. In his mind, it would make perfect sense for an elephant to be perched on a spider's web. You figured as much because, on "Take Your Kid to Work Day" a few months ago, while you were looking after Jim and Pam's baby as they were in a meeting, you began singing the classic song your parents used to sing to you, making the little girl laugh with funny gestures and silly faces. Anyone watching would have thought it was adorable to see a baby smile, and they might have even noted some maternal instincts in you. But the moment Dwight looked at you with that familiar expression and suddenly asked whether it was possible for an animal weighing tons to be held up by a spider's web, the humour of the situation vanished, replaced by a shared moment of incredulity. And of course, the camera that followed you around during and after work caught it all.

"You don’t have boobs."

For a moment, you thought you might choke on your coffee at his comment, but thank God—or whatever is up there—that you didn’t. You couldn’t believe what you had just heard.

"What?" you asked, tilting your head in utter confusion. It was like you couldn’t comprehend the words that had come out of his mouth, repeating yourself as if to make sense of them. There was no way Dwight had said something that ridiculous. At least, you hoped not. "What did you just say?"

Dwight, the Dunder Mifflin salesman standing with you in the kitchen, gave you another once-over, much like he had that morning, though you hadn’t noticed at the time. He even circled around you as if you were some kind of circus animal, eyeing you up and down, particularly the areas most people consider… erogenous—namely, your breasts.

He had noticed a strange change in you over the past few months. Nothing too glaring, but it was enough to trigger alarms in his mind—alarms born out of concern and fear that something might be wrong, and he wouldn’t realize it until it was too late. You’d put on a little weight, but not in the usual places. Your body fat no longer seemed to settle in your thighs or hips, nor even your butt, but in your abdomen and arms. Then there was the slight deepening of your voice, which you had explained—blamed, really—on your plant allergies that acted up every year around the office. Dwight knew, however, that this wasn’t entirely true. As winter set in, your voice only grew rougher, lasting throughout the year to the present day. And your breasts—how could he forget? They had practically disappeared. They weren’t huge to begin with, but they were noticeable in your suits. Now, there was nothing but a flat plane where once there had been two small mounds.

"You don’t have boobs," he repeated, with no shame at all, causing your brow to furrow. You were angry, angrier than you had ever been. "What? I’m just stating a fact. You look like a man without them."

You clenched your teeth, and for a moment, you believed you might actually punch Dwight. He wasn’t insensitive, at least deep down, you thought. He wasn’t a bad guy, based on what Pam had told you about his past, and he certainly didn’t discriminate against everyone around him. For God’s sake, Stanley, who was Black, and Oscar, who was gay and Mexican, both worked with you. He couldn’t be like that. You refused to believe he could be discriminatory, especially not toward you, and especially not over something beyond your control.

But as Dwight kept staring at you, he began to realize his mistake. Jim had already warned him to be careful with you and to choose his words wisely because you weren’t the same person anymore. You weren’t a woman and had never truly been one. You were a man trapped in a woman’s body, who had suffered through comments from old colleagues, lifelong friends, and even family who had turned their backs on you because you weren’t who they thought you were. Or at least, that’s how Jim had explained it. Dwight hadn’t paid much attention to the details.

The person in front of him was you, yes, but not the same you had known a few years ago when Andy and the Stamford people had joined. Now you were a little taller, with all the changes mentioned before and without the physical attributes that had once made your body resemble that of a woman. It was weird, and a bit confusing for him, but deep down, he didn’t see anything wrong with it. You were a guy, after all—just another guy at Dunder Mifflin.

"You’re unbelievable…" you murmured, placing your mug on the counter as you braced yourself for what might come next, like so many other times with different people. "Go ahead, laugh. That’s what you want, right? To laugh at me because I’m not like you. To laugh at me because I’m not a woman, because I identify as a man, because I am a man." Your voice shook with frustration, already anticipating the worst. "Well, guess what? This is me. And no, I’m not confused. I’m tired of people telling me I’m confused just because… because I was born trapped."

Dwight simply stared as you let out all the pain, the frustration with society, with the world around you, venting your anger at the prejudices that had shaped your fears of judgment from anyone and everyone. You knew how difficult it still was for people in the 21st century to come out as gay, even though it had become much more normalized. Today, same-sex couples could be seen walking down the street, but even that still sparked controversy in much of America. Being transgender, on the other hand, was still something "worse" because there hadn’t been as many public cases.

"Can you explain to me why I would laugh at my coworker, or why I would say you’re confused?" Dwight asked, causing you to frown at his question. "Why are you looking at me like that? Now I’m confused. Is this some kind of mental game? I’m not prepared for that right now; I’m not in a defensive position, stop—"

"No, no," you interrupted, shaking your head in exasperation, trying to offer some sort of explanation to your colleague. "But you… do you think this is normal? I just told you I’m a man, that I identify as a man."

Dwight simply shrugged at your emphasis, as if it wasn’t a big deal or the world’s biggest problem.

"Why wouldn’t it be normal? You’re gay, like Oscar, but as a woman. Aren’t lesbian women like men?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, causing you to sigh and run a hand down your face to calm your nerves.

"No, Dwight, I’m not a lesbian, and a lesbian woman isn’t like a man—it’s not the same thing," you responded, trying to find a way to explain it to him properly. Schrute was a farm man, a guy from the countryside, and maybe he had a more closed mind. But if Michael had been able to understand it, even if you had to draw pictures and put on a sock-puppet theatre show, you were sure Dwight could get it without all the theatrics. "I’m transgender. I was born in a woman’s body, but I feel like a man, and I consider myself a man. I’m a man trapped in a woman’s body."

"Like butterflies?" Dwight asked. "Caterpillars wrap themselves in cocoons and then turn into butterflies."

You couldn’t help but gesture with your hand, trying to show him that it wasn’t exactly like that, but close enough. At least you wouldn’t have to put on a theatre show, but you’d need metaphors he could relate to so he’d understand.

"More or less, not exactly, but let’s say yes," you nodded. "I’ve been a caterpillar my whole life, and it’s been an awful struggle because I wanted to be a butterfly. I’ve lost people along the way, people who meant a lot to me, and I’m still really afraid of losing more now that I’m becoming that butterfly."

Dwight nodded slightly.

"Okay, but I have a lot of questions," he admitted, which made you look at him with interest, ready to answer the typical queries people had about your transition and how you realized your identity and everything that came with it. "Do you already have a penis? How exactly does it grow?"

A small smile appeared on your face as you tried to hold back laughter.

You knew what lay ahead now that you had shared this "secret" with Dwight—strange questions and perhaps some off-colour remarks. But deep down, you were grateful that he hadn’t rejected you. He didn’t care how you identified; he’d keep it in mind to make you feel comfortable, but he would never turn you away or distance himself from you. Because, despite everything, you were still you.

[rendy-a]

if requests are still open, and if it's okay for me to ask for a follow-up; Can I ask how thankful the boys would be for the time-breaker S/O's UM during their daily lives ? slice of life, fluff, goofy "moments before disaster" saved by S/Os UM, all those good things :D I've been thinking about a few highlights, like... Slowing time around the table area during an unbirthday party because Ace ALMOST crashed into the table; S/O uses their unique magic to get up and hold him by the back of his jacket in time to yank him back onto his feet; S/O is now a mandatory attendant to all unbirthday parties as result... (On the bright side, Riddle looks a whole lot more relaxed now) Cheka tries to ambush S/O and Leona when he takes them home to meet the family. S/O turns around in slow motion during Cheka's leap; now S/O is gently holding the young boy by the back of his shirt, nonchalantly smug, "To be fair, i think was a good attempt?" (Leona knows he must not laugh but what the fuckLMFAO- ) Jamil's list of daily "Almost-s" is no longer a threat to his heart with S/O around, but the way his S/O delivers news to him by throwing letters Kaiba-style only to freeze them in place almost does it; but its the good news that make his heart jump this time (the news itself is up to you but i'm imagining smth along the lines of "Kalim's older siblings came back from buying milk and made some new friends who decided to be guards lmfao you can just work halftime now, congrats" written in a royal way) ...these boys better give their S/O a hug and some kisses for all that effort, honestly

(you don't have to choose from the ones i wrote or do any of 'em!! i'm just very happy to read your writing at all and I wanted to share whats in my mind in case it gave you any ideas too ^^ thank you for writing twst, and I'm so sorry for the long asks!! I like to hope it makes writing easier rather than harder for you x( <3333 )

Goodness, I thought this would be fast to right since I'd just finished the last one but it took me the same amount of time. Anyway, here is a part 2 for this story.

Making a Moment Last Afterwards

Life as a magical prefect has its perks.  How do things change between you and your sweetheart after your confession?

Riddle had always saw his future as that of a magical doctor, fixing people who were injured or broken.  Maybe that is why the way you use your ability to prevent injury so catches his attention.  One morning, you came to meet him at Heartslabyul so you could walk to class together.  You give him a warm smile as way of a greeting.  “Right on time dear,” he says with a smile.  Just then, a student lets his mind wander too much on the iconic eye-bending staircases and stumbles.  “Ack!” he yelps as he starts a tumble down the stair, hand just missing the railing.  Riddle reaches for his pen but you are faster.  Before he hits the ground, you have him frozen in place.  You hold him there, suspended in time, until Trey and Cater are able to grab him by his jacket.  Then you release your magic and the upperclassmen yank their junior back onto his feet, thus preventing a horrible accident. 

“Why do these stairs need to be designed so crazy!” the shaken student complains.  You feel like that was not a well-timed complaint and, glancing at your boyfriend’s face slowly turning into an angry scowl, you know you were correct.  “Because that is tradition!” you say with forced humor, patting your bristling boyfriend on the arm.  Riddle calms down and gives a sharp nod, as if to say ‘Exactly! So there!’  Then he turns to you and offers his arm with a satisfied smile.  His dearest always knows just what to do.

The next incident was during preparations for the upcoming Unbirthday Party.  A freshman was up on a ladder to paint the highest roses red when a certain grey fire gremlin runs wildly past, knocking the ladder and sending the student flying.  You fling out your magic, catching the first year in time to save him a bad fall but not fast enough to prevent a wrenched wrist.  Luckily, you know enough first aid to help him wrap it tight before sending him to the school infirmary.  Riddle looks at you, wrapping the student’s wrist, and gets a thought; you are just like a nurse.  “What’s that?” Deuce asks him.  Riddle blushes, did he say that out loud?

When the day of the Unbirthday party arrives, you sit happily on the right side of Riddle.  He smiles with such satisfaction to have you seated in a place of honor by his side.  “Urgh!”  You hear a student cry out as he trips, flinging a pot of hot tea toward a group of students.  Thankfully, you manage to catch the hot tea before it hits anyone.  You still rush over to the group to check them over (better safe than sorry!) while also scolding the stumbling student to be more careful on the uneven ground. 

You finish looking over the last student and give him a pat, “I think you are good.”  He smiles sheepishly at you and replies, “Thank you, Nurse Rosehearts.”  Your eyes widen and your mouth makes a little O shape.  That is nothing compared to the levels of embarrassment your boyfriend is experiencing.  “What did you say?” he asks menacingly.  “Ah, well you see…um Deuce told us you call the Prefect your nurse and we all thought it was fitting so…”  Riddle is now a shade of red you hadn’t realized it was possible for a human to turn, “Deuce.  If you have nothing better to do with your head than spread rumors, I take it you have no objections to me claiming it.  OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!”  You mouth ‘sorry’ to your collared friend as Riddle continues to scold him.

Later that night, Riddle muses as he brushes his teeth.  Nurse Rosehearts.  That has a nice sound to it.

Your life with Leona could be summarized in one word, restful.  How could it not be, the lazy second prince insisted you nap with him whenever he could get a moment of your time.  Some of the students from Savanahclaw think it’s cute, the proud Leona wanting to cuddle his sweet little herbivore like his own personal teddy.  Those who spent the most time around him knew better.  It was for your special skills. 

Leona’s guide to napping Part 1, prepare the environment.  The botanical garden was a favorite date spot for you and your boyfriend.  The temperature was temperate, the plants were colorful background and, during classes, it was nice and quiet.  Usually. 

Leona’s ears flicker irritably.  Drip. Drip. Drip.  A huffing sound escapes from your boyfriend’s lips as he pulls you closer, attempting to drown his awareness of the sound with your comforting presence.  Drip, drip, drip.  He grips you and rolls over to his other side, bringing you along for the ride.  “Woah, come on; warn a person before you do something like that!” you scold.  He opens a single eye to glare out from, a “Tck” sound slipping out irritably when he sucks is teeth in annoyance.  “Fine, fine.  Want me to get up and see if I can tighten the faucet?” 

When he rumbles deep in his chest and grips you even tighter, you know that is a no.  ‘Fine,’ you think, ‘time for a last resort measure.’  Moments later the sound stops.  Leona’s eyes open at the cessation of the sound, instincts pulling him to alertness at the change in atmosphere.  After a moment, his gaze falls on your amused expression, of course you’d stopped it with your magic.  “Five minutes tops.  You better fall asleep fast.”  He smiles, drawing your head into his chest.  “Won’t even take two, Herbivore.”

 Leona’s guide to napping Part 2, avoid pests at all costs.  You could hear the screeching from down the hall.  Children just operated at their own frequency.  The look on Leona’s face said he found the joyful chirrups more like you’d take nails on a chalkboard.  His face visibly annoyed as the young Checka clutched at his hand exclaiming, “Unka Leona, look! Unka Leona, see that!” at every little point of interest.  You feared, if he didn’t get a break soon, Leona would snap.

“Hey Checka, want to see a cool field where you can catch butterflies?”  you suggest.  The bright face of the child turns to you, “Yeah!”  Leona smiles at you gratefully and attempts to shake Checka’s hand off.  “No, you come too, Unka Leona!” Checka insists.  Leona’s smile falls into a stern frown quickly.  You quickly move to catch his eye and give him a conspiratorial wink.  Leona looks at you for a long moment and then sighs. “Lead the way, Herbivore.”

When you get to the fields near Ramshackle, there were indeed an assortment of moths and butterflies that flitted between the grasses and blooms.  “Come on Checka, I’m a pro at this!  Let’s go!” you shout and grab the little cub’s hand to urge him to join you.  And he does, allowing Leona to slip into the tall grass for a short reprieve from his noisy charge. 

Only the peace doesn’t last.  What seems like a brief moment later, Checka pounces upon his hapless uncle.  “Ooph!” Leona huffs, giving the boy a disapproving look.  “Checka, where did you go?” you call out helplessly.  “Unka Leona, are you sleepy?” the little cub asks Leona curiously.  Leona rolls his eyes and looks at you with a look that reads, ‘rescue me.’  You rack your brain for another distraction.

Finally, even you must admit you’ve reached your limit and give up.  “Hey kid, want to do something fun?  Come here and I’ll teach you to fly.”  The young lion bounds eagerly to his feet and runs to your side.  You grip him by each underarm and toss him into the air.  “Whooa!” you both yell.  When he lands, he shouts “Again!”  So you oblige him.  Only this time, when he lands in your arms, you freeze him in time.  “Herbivore, you are horrible.” Leona teases you.  “Shush, you.  Let’s get some rest in while we still can.” 

Leona holds out an arm, inviting you to join him where he lays.  You snuggle up and fall into an exhausted slumber.  It lasted fifteen minutes, until your magic wore off.  The best fifteen minutes of your day.

Jamil worked harder than anyone else you knew.  Although you hadn’t officially gotten together after that magical night, you still somehow seemed to always be at his side.  From that vantage, you’d been introduced to the grueling schedule that Jamil kept as both a student and servant to Kalim.  You were fortunate that Scarabia had so many spare rooms.  If not for the fact that you often slept over at the dorm, you might not see Jamil for days at a time. 

The sun was barely risen when a sharp knock came at the door of your guest room suite.  You mumbled to yourself before rolling over to look at the time.  It was so early… A few minutes later, another knock sounds on your door.  You know by this that Jamil has passed your room first to light the oven, getting it warm for breakfast, and again on his way to get Kalim out of bed.  You’d like to stay and sleep longer but, with Jamil working so hard already, how could you?

A short time later, you are joined in the kitchen by Jamil.  He gives you a warm smile in welcome and you both get to cooking.  When you had first started cooking with Jamil, he barely trusted you to boil water but now, well, it’s not much but you’ve graduated to chopping veggies.  When he has time, which is rare, he tries to help you improve your cooking skills.  Each time you manage to master a new skill to his satisfaction, you earn a pat on the back and a small, “Well done.”  The praise was more precious to you than jewels.

You finish off a carrot and slide the chopped offering down to Jamil, who adds it to a skillet of simmering spices and gravy.  “What would you like next?” you ask him.  “In a moment, Prefect.  This part is tricky, so I need to concentrate.” Jamil answers.  You don’t mind at all, enjoying the sight of Jamil skillfully flipping the contents of the skillet. 

“Eeek!” came a cry from the lounge.  You both recognized that voice, it was Kalim.  You make eye contact and both simultaneously look at the sizzling skillet.  “Go,” you say, “I’ve got this.”  Jamil is starting to freak out, “I haven’t approved you to make rice yet, let alone this!”  You roll your eyes at him and gesture, freezing the contents of the skillet mid-flip.  “Ahhh,” Jamil mumbles, the beginnings of embarrassment showing on his face.  You’d like to tease him more but there is still Kalim yelling in the lounge, so you suppose that can wait until this new disaster was dealt with. (It was a spider.)

Parties were so frequent an occasion in Scarabia that you’d rather become numb to them.  You were helping Jamil set up for the latest party for…you weren’t even sure anymore.  It may have been Riddle’s horse’s birthday or something.  Anyway, you were hanging banners from the many railings of the balconies in the Scarabia lounge to prepare for the event. 

Plus, you had a secret duty assigned by Jamil.  From the corner of your eye, you kept Kalim in your sight.  Since Jamil must be away at Basketball Club for the moment, he has entrusted you with keeping Kalim in order.  This mostly amounts to stopping Kalim before he lets his wild ideas run away with him.  Speaking of which, you notice Kalim is excitedly gesturing as he speaks to (honestly you don’t remember his name, you’ve been calling him Scarabia B in your head).  An over-excited Kalim; that’s not a good sign.

“And elephants too!” you were just in time to hear.  Oh no, this had gotten out of hand.  You walk faster towards the pair but Kalim excitedly jumps up and runs off towards his treasure room.  You quickly follow.  “Kalim! Kalim! Where are you going?” you shout.  “Ah, Prefect!” Kalim smiles at you widely, clutching a rolled-up carpet.  “I’m going to take the magic carpet out to herd up some elephants for the party. Aha ha ha!”  Before he can fly off, you grab onto the magic carpet with your magic, freezing it in place.  “Hold it!” you shout.  “We can’t bring elephants to the party or…it will scare the horses!”  Kalim looks at you, his mouth going into a wide O.  Then, just as fast, it shifts into a beaming grin.  “Of course, why didn’t I think of that!  I’m so glad we have you here to help with the party, Prefect!  Aha ha ha!”  Disaster averted.

Parties were fun but they were also exhausting, especially for Jamil.  You followed him around, helping as best you could.  Sweeping up, tearing down party decorations, putting leftover food away to repurpose for tomorrow’s lunch; anything to take a small portion of the burden off your hard-working beau.  Finally, you had had enough.

“Jamil, you need to stop and rest.  This can all wait until tomorrow,” you gently admonish him.  He sets down the empty platter he is carrying and sighs.  “Prefect, I wish your magic could freeze time for the whole world, so I’d finally be able to finish everything.”  You consider this and respond, “Maybe my unique magic can’t do that but that’s not the only magic I have.” Jamil chuckles softly and gives you a look that says, ‘go on.’  You smile at him mischievously, “I’m like the fabled genie of the lamp, ready to grant your every wish.  For your first wish, I’m sending you off to bed for some rest.”  Then you drop the humor, “Even you need a break sometimes Jamil.” 

With a final long-suffering sigh, Jamil relents and lets you walk with him toward his room and well-earned slumber.  “You know, Prefect,” Jamil quietly states, “I believe the genie granted three wishes.”  You pause under the gentle illumination of a lantern set in an alcove.  “Why so he did,” you reply pensively.  Then, stepping close to Jamil, you place a hand on his cheek before drawing him down into a kiss.  His lips are warm against yours in the rapidly cooling night.  When you part, you lay your other hand on his chest and lean into his comforting warmth.  “I guess now you’ll just have to head to your room and think about what you want as your third wish.”

With one last gentle look, Jamil turns and continues alone to his room and rest.  Truly though, he has no need to consider a third wish.  What more could he desire when he already has you?

[panzershrike-pretz]

THANK YPU SO MUCH FOR TAGGING ME @xxluckystrike @grumpy-liebgott @ronsparky!!! Love u guys :3

Fandom Q/A

name/alias:

Pretzel or Pretz :D

country:

Brazil🐆🇧🇷🐆🐆🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷🐆🐆🐆🐆🐆🐆🇧🇷🐆🐆🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷🐆🇧🇷WHAT THE FUCK IS A NON-ELETRICAL SHOWER??🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷🐆🐆🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷

which of the series have you seen?

Band of Brothers and 2 eps of The Pacific (need to finish but I'm lazy)

use an emoji or one word to describe your favorite character in an hbowar miniseries:

🦈

ultimate ship:

i'm no sailor 💕

favorite fic:

I love @xxluckystrike's Francis/Webster works and @1waveshortofashipwreck's new time-travel fic :]

what are some of the ways you interact in this fandom?

Memes and commenting on stuff

favorite color:

Blueeeee

current favorite song:

Yes, to Err os Human, so Don't be One by Will Wood

complete this sentence: “where the hell is ___ company?!”

fox??

other accounts or socials?

My new clangen sideblog, @featherr-clan :D

list one other fandom member (mutual or a follower you admire) for some appreciation:

@onehelluvamarine, because Yàn is one of the best friends a person could ask for! She is very cool and I'm lucky to know her (and all of the other amazing people here)

@whollyjoly because Em is actually so funny and unhinged, she even helps me convert peoplei nto Potowo :3

@xxluckystrike BLUUUUUUU HAS THE BEST OCS! And she is so fun to talk to and writes so well

@sweetxvanixlla i want to be like Vani one day. Calm and cool and so good with people; she's the kindest person out there

@1waveshortofashipwreck ANOTHER EM!! We've been talking a lot and she's just so fun and supportive! I love our little chats, and your ocs and you in general! Amazing person >:3

I think everyone has been tagged already, but if not!! Have fun!!!

[ohh-fiddlesticks]

pinned post thingo… pt 3 !

hiii my name is 💥 micah 💥 and this is my selfship sideblog! i use he/him and im a certified transsexual 🔥 aroace and gay as well. its a complex and wondrous thing yk how it is ‼️ i’m also australian 🎉

i tend to see my selfships as more on the fictional side; i like to explore the relationships like any other relationship in fiction, meaning that it wont always be the healthiest, so… keep that in mind i guess 👍

i dont like to associate this blog too closely with my main but if you get notifs from a blog with a url starting with d and a rainbow pfp of castiel, thats almost definitely me! if u wanna know the exact url feel free to ask and i’ll let you know 👍

you can also check out my strawpage for some general info about me and an f/o list, etc. :^)

i draw sometimes ‼️ i tag all my art with “#my art”

my main f/os are dave s.trider & c.handler bing but ive also got a couple more in the bag!

proship and closely associated please kindly don’t follow 🙏 strictly nsfw or 18+ blogs preferably dni too closely also . generally tho i’ll just block people i don’t want interacting

f/o list, sharing boundaries, etc. below the cut!

for romantic f/os, my general policy is that i’m not particularly comfortable with sharing and while you’re free to follow or interact if we share f/os, keep in mind i’m less likely to follow back— this ofc does not apply if i follow first. platonic, familial, etc. f/os im totally fine with sharing, in fact i think thats awesome

also! i have no tagging system— that being said, if you want me to tag a certain ship for filtering purposes or similar, i’d be happy to do so

characters i talk about in a romantic manner (some are f/os, some not, it’s complicated):

dave strider (homestuck) — f/o. thats my boyf riend . basically my first proper f/o i heart him lots 💗

chandler bing (friends) — f/o. thats also my boyf riend. my beloved sarcastic repressed boring yet not boring guy. this may come as a surprise but i also love him lots

hitch (ruby redfort) — f/o. i dont talk about him as much but i do love him. middle aged secret agent who’s afraid of crocodiles and is secretly silly :-)

prismo (adventure time) — f/o. also dont talk about him as much but i love him i prommy. idc that he’s 2D i will find a way to give him a kiss 🫡

jonny goodman (friday night dinner) — fictional crush or something i dont even know. i was briefly obsessed with him during my fnd interest period and i still hold him dearly and sometimes rewatch some fnd episodes and think of him

bernard black (black books) — i truly dont know tbh i just love black books and am a little obsessed with him. manny & fran too but i dont have gay little crushes on them so

jeremy usbourne (peep show) — practically an f/o atp but im in denial. side effect of my recent peep show obsession was developing a secondary obsession with this freak

characters i have some sort of weird little qpr situation with

foxy (fnaf) — idk how to explain it he was one of the first characters i started selfshipping with in some variety and i like him :-)

the nice cream guy (deltarune) — he’s a developed character 2 meeee. we’re gayass boy best friends

red guy (dhmis) — who knows but it’s not a normal friendship folks

characters that are my friendssss my familyyy etc. you get the idea

toriel & asgore dreemurr (deltarune) — my parents:)

kris & asriel dreemurr (deltarune) — my siblings:)

basically the entire rest of the main characters from the other medias ive already mentioned — my friends:)

THAT’S ALL FOLKS!! THANK YOU FOR READING :^)

[bobmckenzie]

💔💭🫂 for the pining asks for whoever you think had the longest pining stage of your F/Os! —CCFM

AHHH THANK YOUUU so much for the ask Sabrina!! :'D Bob is definitely my f/o with the longest pining stage 😆 (I've honestly never come up with an official length, but I've always thought of it somewhere around 8 months! :P)

💔 were there ever any moments of angst or jealousy thanks to the hidden feelings?

ABSOLUTELY 😭 I answered this from Bob's side before, but for me, the main one was when I found out he used to have a crush on Pam before we all met 😅 No matter how short-lived it was, it had me feeling all kinds of insecure for a while LOL

💭 who daydreamed about the other more often? what did they think about most?

me! usually about some kind of sudden, romantic confession and the two of us finally getting together <3

🫂 what's one significant moment of physical contact you had during the pining stage?

the first time Bob tried to teach me to ice skate!! we were a little more prepared for it the next time, and eventually I stopped needing as much support, but I don't think either of us was prepared for just how much contact there'd be the first time lol :') Between all the hand holding and me falling all over him, we were lucky we could blame our flushed faces on the cold 😆

[siberat]

so, I was pondering a little more about a brief prompt involving a captured chubby rat/Chet and Ka/on.

Rat/Chet is strapped in Ka/one’s altmode and being held against his will. The medic squirms, first in attempts to break free, then to simple hope to cause harm to his captor. Well, feeling that large frame thrash around in his restrains turns Ka/on on: he likes feeling the sharp pain flow through his systems. Rat/Chet of course grumbles at this.

Then, V/os comes in, wheeling a cart with some tubing and such. What’s going on? Well, there’s gonna be an interrogation. Will Rat/Chet get shocked if he doesn’t answer the questions?

No.

That will be too easy. V/os hooks up the tubing and attaches it to the squirming medic’s face. It’s a feeding tube, and it is forcefully shoved down his intake. Attached to it is a rather large container of very thick energon.

You know the drill: answer questions, things go well for Rat/Chet. Don’t answer, the feeding device klicks on with a jolt and loud rumble, forcing the Autobot to chug. Well, Rat/Chet doesnt have a choice since the tubing goes right into his stomachs.

Now, Rat/Chet is a devout Autobot: he refuses to give up intel. Denial after denial to answer, the machine clicks on, sending gallons of thick liquid down his throat and into his belly.

Rat/Chet clamps his optics shut as his belly grows firm and begins to ache. When it’s turned off, he is thankful-but still doesn’t reveal any information, despite knowing what’s to come.

All the while, Ka/on is quivering in joy as he feels the mech ontop of him grow so heavy-chub pressing against hand rests and back rest,and V/os is throwing insults at Rat/Chet, pinching and slapping that swelled, taught and overstuffed belly.

Sadly, the D/JD crew run out of juice. Rat/Chet is panting-struggling to breath after being forced to consume so much thick energon, beads of sweat forming on his brow as his stomach growls and groans in pain, Not a single drop more can fit.

The auto/bot, not being a quitter, tries again to break free or to simply break Ka/on again…the chair squeaks and groans, restraints nearly ripped away sending ripples of pain their the chair’s frame. All this does is leave Ka/on a hot, groaning mess. Yes, a few bolts and screws shimmied loose, but it’s nothing that ‘Con can’t handle. In fact, Ka/on goads him on… asking if that’s the best he’s got.

V/Os just stands there, enjoying the show.

[destructo-range]

wee introduction

ENGLISH VERSION

hi hello hope you're having a lovely evening friends! ! ! this is just a quick intro to me might edit later idk

WHO AM I?

idek lol

you can call me valian, val, vali, any other nickname you could ~possibly~ derive

use any pronouns/neos for me i dont particularly prefer any

i'm a creative person so i'm probably mainly going to be posting visual art (messy sketches and doodles, digital stuff and photos of my sketchbook) and maybe some writing? idk lets see how this goes! ! ! i will take requests but i'm pretty inconsistent and life gets busy so do me a favor and don't rage at me in my inbox if i don't take your request / it doesn't come out how you wanted it to.

im bilingual french / english so i may post in french sometimes! i'll be providing translations moooost of the time (and image IDs ofc) but do remind me if i forget also i do tend to speak in frenglish/franglais but that should be comprehensible

i don't think i'll post much vent art or triggering stuff, but if i do it will be tagged so you can avoid it since i do sometimes draw gore. speaking of triggering topics - for fucks sake, do not tag me in posts that mention s/a or message me stuff about it, please and thank youu.

fandoms i generally tend to participate in (can't believe i nearly forgot this): TOH, GI, my own ocs, ramshackle, bungou stray dogs, tma, dead plate, and pjo a little

IMPORTANT: please do not repost my art without asking permission first! feel free to use for pfps though. my art belongs to me and if you use it to train an AI, i will make a soup broth from your bones <3

yeah thats basically it. chill vibes around here feel free to message me :D

VERSION FRANCAISE

salut bonjour ca va la compagnie? ce post est juste une petite intro lol amusez-vous a le lire

T'ES QUI?

g aucune idee

vous pouvez m'appeler valian, val, vali ou quelconque autre surnom que vous pourriez ~possiblement~ inventer.

vous pouvez utiliser n'importe quels pronoms pour moi je m'en fous, il/elle/iel ou autre chose jsp

en general puisque je suis une personne creative ce blog aura probablement majoritairement de l'art visuel (petits dessins vite faits, gribouillages, quelques trucs digitaux peut-etre et des photos de mon sketchbook) et peut-etre de l'ecriture? jsp on decouvre ensemble! ! ! si vous avez des idees hesitez pas a me les donner mais je ne peux pas vous garantir que je les ferai! je suis assez inconsistent.e et la vie est compliquee alors svp sois mon pote et ne viens pas rager dans ma messagerie quand je ne les prends pas ou je les fais et ils ne sont pas assez detailles pour toi, d'accord?

je suis bilingue (comme vous avez probablement deja remarque lol) francais-anglais alors dcp je posterais parfois en anglais! je donnerai des traductions (et des image ID, bs) la plupart du temps mais n'hesitez pas a me rappeler si j'oubliee aussi g tendance a parler en franglais/frenglish mais ca devrait etre comprehensible

je ne pense pas que je vais poster des choses particulierement morbides mais je dessine parfois des trucs assez sanglantes mais ce devrait etre dans les tags. aussi, tant qu'on y parle - svp, ne me 'mention' pas dans des posts parlant du viol, meme si c'est qu'un petit truc, merciiii.

fandoms dans lequelles je participe plutot frequemment (g failli oublier): TOH (ou luz a osville si vous avez regarde en francais mais moi g regarde en anglais c quoi osville wsh????), genshin impact, mes propres personnages, ramshackle, bungou stray dogs, tma, dead plate, et percy jackson un peu

IMPORTANT: svp demandez moi avant de reposter qqc que j'ai poste! mais vas-y si tu veux utiliser comme pdp. aussi si tu utilises mon art pour creer une IA, je bouillerai tes os pour faire une soupe <3

ok bon je pense que c tout! mon blog c une zone chill hesitez pas a me balancer des messages a toutes :D