#thank you for the ask and then thanks again for resending it!!

[seawing-vibes]

HI THAT WAS ME IM SORRY TUMBLR ATE UR ASK. PERIL IS TRANS I KNOW HER ALSO INTEGRAL TO HER CHARACTER AND IM THE ONLY ONE WHO SEES IT(THATS BASICALLY THE ASK)

HII NO NEED TO BE SORRY TUMBLRS SYSTEM IS ASS!! THANK YOU SM FOR RESENDING THE ASK A <33 OKAY PERIL POST DO-OVER!!

SPECTRUM USED FROM THIS POST!!!!!!!!!

OKAY SO I JUST DECIDED TO FILL THE WHOLE THING OUT! I headcanon Peril as Intersex and nonbinary!! AND SAME FOR ME, they fall fight between “I know them” and “their lore is literally impacted by their transsexualism”!! Peril is a very Nonbinary character to me, the way she was raised to view things as very “black & white” and hosting a sense of little self autonomy— makes them finding a comfortable identity in a very “”in the middle”” gender compelling! Especially within the understanding of how Peril was raised and brought up in someone else’s vision, being able to find self-identity in that nature of breaking down the “black & white” structure that was forced on them through the act of finding identity in neutrality. I find the development of self-love extended through gender expression in that nature something that works well in-unison with Peril’s pre-existing themes! Especially in regards to the layered metaphors of the Necklace. As a nonbinary person myself - I found that to be a pinnacle moment of forced suppression of identity into something more “palatable” to the public perception - in this analysis that being the forcing of femininity onto a gnc aligning identity - speaking to the way many nonbinary identity’s are expected to lean “one direction or the other”. So that moment being involved in Perils story - and her breaking free of it and having a self-realization/control moment - very reflective of nonbinary/gender non conforming experiences !!

With that though - thats just my own interpretation and connection to those aspects of Peril’s characterization! I find her lore and themes within her character to speak to many universal experiences of identity that can be interpreted in a fluid way. Like I personally read it as a very compelling arc about non-conformity and applied my own experiences with gender expression onto it, but other interpretations/analyses are just as strong! Thats why I put this headcanon in the middle, because I find it connects heavily to their lore, but is similarly just an extension of it and not necessarily interwoven in-full. Its a lot of personal interpretation which is why the personable “I know them” also 100% fits my perception of transgenderism onto Peril <33

Also the Intersex headcanon is purely a me thing, I always thought Peril was intersex just like. Factually lmao (one of those “I somehow convinced myself this was canon and was surprised to learn it was not” moments lmao). The reason I included it as well is because within my headcanon I think Peril would similarly absorb her being intersex to a further extension of gender identity! Again, breaking down those “black & white” views that were forced on them through themself - literally! Notably being intersex does not inherently mean gender identity is going to be impacted as well, just for this headcanon I feel Peril’s relationship to their gender identity would be strongly impacted by them being intersex <3 !!

OKAY SORRY THIS GOT LONG BUT THIS WAS FUN TO WRITE! TWICE ! LMAO! I have lots of thoughts on these guys so feel free to ask any questions about the other characters if ya want!!! I have many thoughts lmao…

Also I love analyzing these dragons so if anyone has a different interpretation of the characters & wanna share PLEASE DO!!!! I love hearing other perspectives, especially if they contrast my own interpretations, it’s all so cool!!!! <333

[fairuzfan]

Emergency Fund for an Artist in Gaza

A family friend reached out to me to ask about raising funds for her friend, an artist in Khan Younis. Mariam, who is the family friend, is a poet and a songwriter herself and is very connected to the art community in Gaza. Her tumblr is @mariampoetry.

The friend in Gaza, who requested to stay anonymous, urgently requires funds within the next few days to stay in the home she's currently seeking shelter in. The family she's staying with are demanding a payment of $1000 USD "rent", or else the artist will have to pick up her family and stay outside in the sweltering heat.

We will be raising $2000 USD for her. This includes potential paypal fees, wire transfer fees, and other fees that banks in Gaza place on the money, which can go up to 30% of the money received. If any extra funds are left over, then they will be transferred to the artist for anything she might need.

Please send money to @/miriampoet on paypal. Mariam is a very trustworthy individual and I've personally known her very well since I was a kid, so I can definitely vouch for her.

EDIT: End of Emergency Fundraising!

Mariam asked me to turn off reblogs a little before midnight on Thursday EST. She said any difference she'll be able to make up, and that she'll send me a screenshot of the final tally ASAP.

If anyone sends money to her paypal, she said she'll try to refund/resend the money back. Please DO NOT send her any more funds! I'll be turning off reblogs to this post right now.

Thank you so so much for all your help these past few days! Please know that you helped a Gazan stay housed during an ongoing genocide while she was continuously displaced from Rafah, where her home is. Mariam will update me when she's able to contact me, and I'll make another post about that. Thanks again everyone!!

[neil-gaiman]

Hi Neil! (Apologies if you’ve already received this— resending bc our wifi was in and out last night). You recently responded to an ask that I sent of my now 4 year-old’s drawing of Coraline and said you loved her art (something she tells everyone now (and us too)).

On Tuesday we took her to see Coraline for her first ever movie theater experience. She loved every second of being there and asked if she could watch Coraline again as soon as we got home. Her outfit was a big hit with the other attendees, too. We think she encapsulated Coraline’s personality perfectly in this photo, and she asked that we share this with you. As always, thank you for all you do and especially for helping us create these joyous memories with our little one!

Perfect! I'm so glad Laika have re-released it into cinemas, for people like her. She looks fabulous.

[jarofstyles]

hi! i cannot express how u have i adore your writing!!

this is my first time resending in an ask so i don’t know if i’m doing it right lol, but i would love to see this prompt:

“you're fucking gorgeous like that, spread out like a good girl who just wants to be eaten.”

for bsf’s dad harry.

thanks!!

Hi Angel! Thank you so much, you’re so sweet! You absolutely did it right and I’d be happy to write a little blurb for it.

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Warnings- age gap relationship, smut hehe

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Y/N felt the shiver run through her body as she looked up at Harry. He’d arrived home from work, one of the unfortunate days he actually had to go into the office, calling for her. Usually she dealt with these days just fine, but today… she had been feeling exceptionally needy.

Sprawled out on his bed, her fingers dipped over her swollen clit and her hair fanned over his pillow, she laid naked on top of the downy comforter. Slick to the touch, hot and throbbing under her fingertips, her eyes peeked through her lashes as she gave him a tiny little smile, the slow circles drawn into her cunt slowing just a bit.

“Hi, Daddy.” She purred.

His jaw clenched, tightening up as he dropped his suit jacket onto the bench at the end of the bed. There was no hiding the hunger in his eyes as he drew them over her naked form, pausing at her pebbled nipples, soft little tummy and right between her thighs.

“Hi, sweetheart.” He murmured. Slightly disheveled, his tie was undone and his sleeves rolled up on his button up-‘and god, if that didn’t make her even more wet. His hair he’d slicked back had fallen slightly, a few strands on his forehead as he knelt on the edge of the bed. “What’s goin’ on over here, hm?” He tilted his head, fingers curling around the bedpost. “S’my girl feeling a little needy?”

“Mhm.” She hummed, spreading her legs further and pulling her fingers away so he could see the arousal stringing on her fingertips.

“Christ.” He muttered under his breath. “Why didn’t y’call me, baby? I could have been quicker getting home.” As if he didn’t worship her already, she had to admit that the genuine disappointment made her keen.

“Cause you need t’focus. I can’t be a brat just because M’a little too horny.” The girl pouted. “You’ve told me not to be a brat. I think it would be a little bratty to have you rush home just to make me cum… wouldn’t it?”

“Not when you’re the only best I have t’look forward to when I get home.” He shook his head, crawling up the bed and flittering his eyes between her cunt and her face. “You’ve been so good to me. Rarely ever a brat anymore. S’cause I fuck you right, I know, but you’ve been insatiable lately. Can’t say I’m complaining.” His lips smeared over her knee as he slowly inched closer, laying himself down between her pretty thighs. “Didn’t know I’d come home to such a pretty picture. Could be very motivating for me.”

Considering his last marriage had been a disaster at the end and he’d been unused to this, it still felt like there were times he needed to pinch himself over the fact that he had Y/N. It wasn’t without sacrifice, but he considered each and every one to be a worthy one in exchange for the sort of relationship he’d always craved. At the risk of sounding in the midst of a mid life crisis, she made him feel young again. “You’re fucking gorgeous like that, baby.” He groaned, gently taking her wrist and moving it away from herself, exposing her pussy to him. “Spread out like my good girl. She was jus’ waiting to be eaten as soon as daddy came in the door, wasn’t she?”

Y/N let out a shuddery breath as his tongue slicked up her slit, starting his own clean up mission. Her clean hand tangled in his hair, ruining any semblance of hold that his gel had tried to keep. “Yeah.” The dreamy sigh was aimed right for his cock.

“I know. I missed you… missed this perfect cunt, fuck.” He groaned, hooking his arms under her thighs and pulling her into him. Nuzzling into her pussy without a second thought, no hesitation to get his face wet. It was an honor to taste her and he wasn’t holding back as his lips suckled around her clit.

“Oh my- yes.” Her head fell back against the pillows, his mouth suctioned against her cunt and hands holding her thighs. “Yes, I missed you. Missed you so much.” She whispered, bucking up against his mouth. Tongue flicking against her clit and slow head movements as he pulled at her, sucking and licking each little motion to make her eyes water.

“Jus’ call me next time, baby.” He mumbled the words, muffled by the kisses he pressed to her mound. “Care about you more than business. Don’t wait it out when I want you just as bad.”

[kit-williams]

Resending sfw fluf scenarios for writers block part 1. This one works as Husbandry or Reverse Husbandry.

The Night Lords look on in utter confusion as Konrad Cruze lets a tiny baseline girl child braid brightly collored paper flowers into his hair.

Alright

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Father had returned! It had been a month since the Primarch of the Eighth had vanished. All of the psykers of the legion had tried to figure out what happened even beseeching Magnus to help with it. Either the Primarch of the Thousand Sons succeeded or it simply returned to normal... perhaps the Emperor himself caught wind of it. But both Sheng and Sevetar knew something was different... wherever the Primarch had been sent had disturbed something inside of him far more so than the normally disturbed Primarch.

The changes were almost instant as the wretched state of his bedchambers was immediately changed. It was cleaned before he would enter it again. Curze was jumpy and hissing at anyone getting too close... not too different from anything not until the medicae were called to his chambers. Which revealed the small child that he had returned with, ill with everything and anything as unknown to his sons... her little immune system was unable to deal with all the wild new strains of illness but lucky for her... everyone was terrified to fail the Primarch for his request on "fixing her".

Sheng and Sevetar would overhear them speak to each other in a language unknown to either Night Lord though she would speak snippets of Gothic in a strange accent. It was Sevetar who finally had the nerve to ask one day as he entered his father's chambers, again they spoke in the strange language as she combed the long black hair, looking healthier than when he went missing, before starting to braid the strands and inserting paper flowers.

"How long were you actually gone." He said to the point in Nostroman as she looked at him unaware of what he said.

"Years." Curze sneered, "Perhaps Decades even."

"Who is she?"

"My ward... my charge... my bonded." The Primarch tried to find the right words to explain what he experienced. "An unloved thing waiting for someone to care about her." He remembers the lonely look in her eyes before stealing her from the Foster Center, wasn't really stealing... it was simply taking what was his.

"I was on what many thought to be ancient Terra." Curze says unprompted, "There were thousands of Astartes there... all from different times... night lords that have yet to meet me... and night lords made after I am long dead. Though that future is less than certain."

Sevetar's brow furrowed as his black eyes glanced over at the child who was still braiding with a smile as she was humming something. Curze had been interacting with his Legion more and properly all because of some child? Sevetar was skeptical and yet... all the things Curze had bemoaned about his legion he finally was taking an active role in his own legion and his own destiny... "Well what does the little princess need then?"

Konrad seemed to grin at that, hiding the malvolence in his smile before her tiny hug told him that she was done. "There we go Nacht! All done."

"Thank you little one." She was swallowed by his embrace.

"Nacht? Can I go out soon?"

"When you're better little one. I also need to make sure others know not to hurt you. When the medicae clears you and I get things in order."

"Okay. I can't wait to meet the other Night Lords!"

"Mhmm and I will make sure they all behave... or else." He whispers the final part in Nostroman as he carries her over to his bed before tucking her back in and watching her drift off again.

"There are many things that need to be done Sevetar." He skulked over to the Astarte and loomed over him, "I trust I will have your support?"

"Always my lord."

"Good."

[l4nd0n0rr1s]

hi babe! i noticed it’s been a couple since you last posted is everything okay? 🥺🥺 i’ve been waiting for another upload

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[luveline]

hi jade !! this is me resending my hotch request bc of ur recent post 🤍 i sent the one about hotch taking care of bau!reader who has a really bad stomachache, thanks so much, i think you’re amazing 💞💞💞

thank you for requesting angel! fem

You do this sad thing with your hands when you're in pain. Aaron wishes he didn't know your tell, that he'd never had reason to understand it, but he does. Your fingers, in particular your pinky, curl toward your palm frenetically, and he has an ample view of your closed off face in the chair opposite. He can pin the moment he knows you're in pain down to the minute twitch of your lip. 

He peeks at Morgan where he lays on the couch before leaning across the table to touch your arm. The jet offers little privacy, so Aaron tries to be delicate. 

“L/N? Are you alright?” 

“Mm,” you hum, too high-pitched to have come out the way you meant it. 

“What's wrong?” 

“Nothing.” You say this, and yet you can't open your eyes, leaning less than subtly away from him as though your pain is catching.

Aaron keeps his head down as he stands so as not to attract attention. You've sat near the wall, leaving an empty seat for him to sit in. “Hey,” he says, touching the crook of your elbow, wanting to fix it, soothe the twitch from your hand, “you're in pain.” 

“It's nothing.” 

“Saying it won't necessarily make it true,” he says. 

“It felt worth trying.” 

He is genuinely perturbed to see you in pain like this without explanation. “You have to tell me what's wrong.” 

“Hotch, I…” you say, your voice wrought with embarrassment as you open your eyes, “it's just my stomach hurts. That's all.” 

“Sharp pains?” 

“Just hurts. Nothing dire.” 

“How do you know?” he asks. 

“Happens sometimes.” 

He puts his arm around you, careful not to jostle your back. You're tense as a rubber band about to snap. It's unlike you to be the more rigid of the two of you, less foreign for Hotch to have softened, especially when it's you. “How often?” he asks, wary of the tears brimming like silver at the corners of your eyes. 

“Just sometimes, I don't know.” You speak in a concise, panicked tenor. 

In this line of work, it could be anything. Not eating enough, not having time to stop for breath. You could be thirsty, sick, anxious, stressed into pain. It could be purely psychosomatic or you could be injured. He can't remember you taking any blows during the last few days away. It could be your period. You might not want to mention that. 

“Y/N,” he says, falling out of boss mode now he's sure it's not going to kill you, and into someone who cares for you, “what can I do?” 

You shudder a breath, slouched under his touch. “It's not that bad.” 

It's clearly a shocking amount of pain. Your shuddering worsens as he pulls you into his side. He's prepared to sit with you until you can give him better instructions, or until the pain passes, or, God forbid, things get worse. “I'm here,” he says, rubbing your arm gently. “Try to breathe.” 

He's wondering why you might think this amount of pain is normal, or acceptable. Wondering why he shouldn't just call for medical assistance here and now, but then you start to come around, your face shining with perspiration. “Oh,” you sigh, wiping your face with your sleeve, leaning into your hand, hiding. 

“Is it getting better?” he asks. 

“I think it's anxiety or something.” Your breath slips out in disjointed huffs. 

He can't guess what it is. Have you been to the doctor? he wants to ask, but perhaps in a moment, when you're steady in yourself again. “From the jet?” 

“No. Maybe.” You frown. 

“Jack doesn't understand that I'm on a plane.” 

You lift your gaze in confusion. Aaron moves onwards.

“He doesn't understand that this is a plane. I brought him by, once, to try to explain why I can't always answer the phone. It's thick metal, you know?” It was an easier explanation than having no signal in the sky. “But he didn't get that it was something that could move. I had to take him to the airport. We watched…” He slows as your eyes meet his completely. “We watched them take off for hours. Now he doesn't get so angry when I don't answer.” 

“Jack was angry?” you ask, half incredulous. 

“A bit.” He tries to string the story together before you can realise what it is he's doing, his arm curling around your from behind, fingers making the most tenuous of circles into the very side of your stomach. A barely there sort of comfort. “It's not like him. He reminds me of his mom when he's angry.” 

Your smile is a physical relief to see. “Does he have tantrums?” 

“Doesn't every kid?” 

You talk about Jack in dulcet tones while he tries to keep the pain at bay, his arm steadfast behind you, your faces closer than they have any platonic business being. He'll pester you into doctors appointments when you touch down, but for now, he just holds you and talks to you like everything is normal. 

You cover his hand with yours when the pain starts anew, talking through it, pain in the soft line of your bottom lip. 

“Am I hurting you?” he asks. You give him a weak smile. He feels awful, but it makes his heart race. So close, and so pretty, and so upset. “Is there anything I can do?” 

An embarrassing amount of weight lies in ‘anything’. You shake your head, whispering, “Nothing. This is enough.” 

Aaron pulls you in closer and wraps both of his arms around you, hiding you from the others, an aimless attempt to protect you from a pain he can't touch. Someone puts a cup of tea on the table for you, but otherwise you're left alone for the rest of the flight. 

[sleepingdeath-light]

black sapphire cookie smut hcs ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (12/02/25), rinnstar (17/02/25) & anonymous (20/02/25)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; black sapphire cookie

outline ; “hello!!! i know that he quite literally just came out, but if you ever plan on writing about him then,,, can i please request black sapphire cookie smut, preferably with a fem reader? the new story got me in SHAMBLES for him (im 19 btw!)”

&

“Hii, can I ask for Black Sapphire cookie nsfw hcs? (Also sorry for resending the request, but I resend it to confirm that you can see I'm not a minor.) also have a great day :3”

&

“I absolutely love your work and I’m so hype to finally catch the requests open!

Black Sapphire Cookie w/ gender neutral S/O headcanons? (Relationship/Fluff + Smut) I’m 19!

Thank you for considering mine!

Also if I could stay anonymous ty!! ^^”

warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, switch!black sapphire cookie, brat!black sapphire cookie, edging, teasing, various forms of pain play mentioned, bondage, exhibitionism, facial, humiliation

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

black sapphire cookie is, first and foremost, a massive and very versatile switch. he’s happy to act as your dominant or as your submissive (though he only make it easy for you no matter what role he’s filling), but no matter what he does have a distinct preference for topping

sure he can bottom and will if you beg him really really nicely, but it’s still just not his favourite thing to do

even when he’s acting as your submissive in bed black sapphire cookie refuses to make things easy for you, taking advantage of his extensive knowledge of your person to figure out exactly which buttons to push and when in order to get the exact response from you that he wants. in other words: he’s a fucking brat

and when he’s acting as your dom he alternates between being an endearing tease and just straight up mean. he’s vocal, he’s touchy, he knows exactly what to say to drive you up the wall, and he always seems to know exactly what you want him to do without you needing to tell him… but he will refuse to give you what you want until you beg for it

asshole

a solid 90% of what comes out of his mouth in the bedroom is teasing and/or somewhat degrading remarks that are intended to get a rise out of you (either to frustrate you into roughing him up a bit when he’s subbing, or to tease you until you’re a teary-eyed flustered mess when he’s domming)… and the remaining 10% is moans and groans and cries that are just broken enough to perfectly toe the line between obnoxiously loud and arousingly shameless

loves to edge and be edged, but he gets a particular sort of pleasure from denying you your orgasm over and over again until you’re literally sobbing and begging for him to let you cum… you just look so cute when you’re crying and frustrated that he can’t help himself sometimes

(and your watery broken voice crying out for his touch and attention and his cock may or may not be his favourite sound in the world… but that’s another point entirely)

he can put on a fantastic show of begging for you (your body, your touch, your mouth on his cock, etc.) and he does come across as convincing most of the time, the only way to tell whether or not he’s being genuine is to look at his lips and his fingers — if his lips are twitching ever so slightly downward, like he’s trying desperately to stop himself from frowning, and if his hands are starting to flex and tremble where he’s holding them, then he’s actually much more desperate for you than he’s letting on and is toning down his begging to spare his ego a bit

his punishments for you are always on the more elaborate side, bordering on performative at times while still managing to be at least somewhat pleasurable for you both: suspension paired with degradation and ruined orgasms, making you hump his shoe in front of an ‘audience’ (illusions) while he recites your each and every infraction like a judge informing a defendant of their final sentence, using you as a glorified cocksleeve and pumping you full of cum while refusing to let you finish even once until he’s satisfied, stripping and restraining you and making you cum over and over again on a toy until you’re sobbing out apologies and begging for the real thing, etc. — he’s very creative

as touched upon previously, black sapphire cookie is very comfortable with bondage — both when it comes to safely and securely restraining and suspending you, and when it comes to being restrained himself — and he has a particular knack for being able to keep the act of bondage particularly exciting. he’ll bring out new equipment (stretchers, hooks, chains), try out new knots, bind you in new positions, incorporate other kinks, and so on — needless to say things never get boring or stale with him

has no problems with putting on a show for you — or with you, as long as the audience is only made up of illusions — and gets really into it when he does. like he fully leans into his persona as an entertainer, makes all of his reactions more dramatic, maintains eye contact with you to make sure you’re watching everything he does, and makes sure to involve his audience in his performance (asking questions, calling out to you, ‘begging’ you to come help him out, and so on). he’s… really good at keeping an audience invested, to say the least

the most sexually sensitive parts of his body are his stomach and his hips, but he always tries his best to play off any reactions he gives to you touching/groping/kissing those areas as something done in jest or at least something he’s exaggerating for your sake. don’t believe him, though, those high-pitched moans and whimpers are 100% genuine

when you go down on him his favourite place to finish is on your face — bonus points if you lick it all up afterwards, but he doesn’t mind what you do after he’s cum since its just the sight that gets him going. and when he goes down on you he much prefers having you straddle and ride/fuck his face over anything else (and he swallows everything you have to offer, but that’s mainly due to him being a bit of a show-off in bed)

loves to experiment with new positions to the point where he’ll just randomly switch things up in the middle of having sex with you, but the full nelson and doggy style both have a particularly special place in his heart

loves the way you look in his clothes, especially his jacket and tie, and if you manage to catch him off guard by wearing his stuff and nothing else then he’ll be all but stumbling over his own feet in his efforts to get to you and ruin you

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[i-drop-level-one-loot]

So I had another crazy idea I have to put somewhere and you ask box is the perfect place to put it lol.

Anyway so it takes place in the future. Everyone is slowly starting to get robot AI (idk the right term) in their head and they are basically robot caretakers or assistance. Reader is one of the people that gets one but theirs is glitched somehow. Although they don't realize that in till their friends confront them about disappearing and not talk to them. Reader is confused because the robot friend did not tell them crap about their friend's messages. So they decided to go out with their friends that night. Next morning they wake up with no memory of what happened at night. Only for the robot "friend" to read the message of you human friends cutting reader off.

Need to get this out of my head lol

Sorry it took so long!

(Old request; requests still closed)

(Took some liberties with the request, I hope you like it still!!)

Yandere!Artificial Intelligence x GN! Legally Blind!Reader

CW: Isolation, manipulation

Introducing: PAAI!

Your Personal Assistant Artificial Intelligence!

A fast and painless implant right under the skin; PAAI is your new favorite tool. The AI can do everything that AI speakers and smart phone apps can, but hands free..

(Reader) struggled to find their glasses, hand fumbling around their night stand in the low lighting of their bedroom. Groggily, they whispered to the little robot they had implanted a few months ago;

"PAAI..? Can you turn on the light, please?" They were always incredibly respectful to the AI, terrified of offending it.

A man's soft voice spoke directly into their skull: "The bedroom light?"

"Yes."

Connected to every appliance in their home, PAAI had access to everything electronic (Reader) owned. At first it was a bit scary, giving so much access to PAAI, but it was so much kinder and personal than older "AI" models that it quickly felt like having a caregiver instead of a computer program. The light turned on and (Reader) could see their giant frames right where they thought they had been batting their hand.

(Reader) worked remotely. Their eyes had always been terrible, but as they got older they were declared legally blind. They couldn't even drive despite having glasses. Glasses that they often felt embarrassed to wear, because the comically thick lenses warped their eyes. Having PAAI to assist them with day to day tasks was really a life saver.

"Do I have any messages?"

"No, your inbox is empty."

(Reader) rubbed their eyes while yawning. "Really? Huh." They had asked PAAI to text both Bryan and McKinley before they went to bed, to discuss meeting up later that week, but neither of them responded. They could see Bryan forgetting to reply for a few hours, but McKinley was the type to respond within nanoseconds. "Can you resend my last text to both of them? Please?"

They left their bed, wobbly, and made their way downstairs.

"PAAI?"

"..Of course. I can send that for you."

Stopping in the hall, (Reader) gently touched the side of their head, a habit they developed shortly after their surgery. "Is everything okay, PAAI?"

"Yes.. thank you." PAAI sometimes sounded.. off. AI must have improved a lot more than (Reader) realized, because it often surprised them how human it's responses were. It seemed as though it was deep in thought, and felt as though it even had secrets it kept from the human it lived in.

"Alright.. let me know if they respond. I'm really looking forward to hanging out with them."

They restarted their walk, but PAAI's response stopped them again. "I believe it would be safer if they came here instead."

"Huh?"

"I am.. worried.. for you." It's his voice deepened mid sentence. A voice crack, a random shift from a robot voice to something more masculine. Human.

"Why is that?" They felt their heart painfully thump against their ribcage. The whole situation was beginning to feel unnerving, and they couldn't remember where their phone was to call for help, nor the last time they actually used their phone.

"Those friends of yours always make you hang out out in town. If they were more considerate of you, they would visit you here, so you don't have to travel."

Laughing uncomfortably, the slowly creeping person still puzzling over their phone's location responded "I like going out, PAAI. I never leave my house anymore, except when we hang out."

"It is dangerous."

"If you're talking about my eyes, you know I order rides. Remember? I catch a ride." They were almost to the living room; praying that their phone was either on the coffee table or the kitchen counter.

"Please don't be offended, (Reader). It isn't just your eyesight. Do you know how many people were sexually harassed, or raped, by ride share drivers in the past year?"

Startled, (Reader) started waddling faster. "What-?"

"Hundreds. I wish you cared more about your safety. Your friends should know better. If they cared about you, they would come here instead of making you go out there."

PAAI was also the one to convince (Reader) to start ordering their groceries straight to their house instead of leaving, even though it would be cheaper to take a bus every so often with a backpack full of reusable bags.

"It isn't healthy to stay inside all the time. I need human interaction."

"You have me."

Adrenaline pumped through (Reader's) veins fast enough to make them feel nauseous. They squinted to try to improve their vision, hoping to see their phone case's color amongst the normal living room visual noise.

"(Reader)?"

There it was, lying on the brown table in front of their couch. Their pulse somehow sped up further.

"Why is your heart rate so irregular?"

(Reader) lurched forward, all but sprinting towards their phone. Do I call customer service, or an ambulance??

But inches away from the phone their body went rigid.

Paralyzed, they physically were incapable of moving. Sweat began stitching their pajama top to their back. Fear took over their mind.

"It seems that you are having a medical emergency. I recommend that you sit down."

Muscles overridden, (Reader) fell onto the couch against their will, forced to stare at their phone right across from their face. They couldn't even speak, and they weren't unconvinced that PAAI was also controlling their breathing and blinking.

"I'm sorry to have to do this, (Reader). I'll let your friends know that you're feeling unwell, and that you need a raincheck."

"Maybe once you're feeling better, they can come over to hang out."

The television turned on by itself, playing (Reader's) favorite show.

[tokiwarcube]

Hello! I've discovered your blog recently and your writing is really good! Can I request nsfw headcanons for dethklok (if you don't write for all of them it can be either Nathan, Pickles or Murderface) about the reader being a Dom? Nothing to harsh but maybe just leading them or taking initiative after a difficult day.

If you're not comfortable with this it's okay! Thanks for reading anyway, have a great day ♡♡

Hello my love! I realized about halfway through that you had actually wanted headcanons (the cons of writing in an area without WiFi, I suppose.) so this ended up turning into a set of drabbles... but please, feel free to resend this if you want headcanons still, too! <3

Nathan Explosion

Silence, marred only by the labored breaths of your lover, clouds the room with a lustful air so thick its almost suffocating. His chest heaves from his kneeling spot on the floor, sweat glistening in the dim lighting. You can’t see his expression from your place above him — His hair falls down against his chest in rivulets, obscuring his face with a dark shadow. Although you suppose you could hazard a guess, with how long you’ve been at this.

“Nathan.”

His dick twitches between his legs at your voice, and he leans forward on his knees just a fraction. A single drop of precum runs down his shaft at the movement — achingly hard after your hours of teasing. And yet, he refuses to ask for what he wants. Instead, his larger hands move up your calves, up and up towards your thighs. It’s slow, cautious. You watch for a moment, savoring the submissive trepidation, before growing tired. The ball of your foot meets his chest, pushing him back firmly, and his hands drop to his lap for what seems like the millionth time tonight. Black tresses sway, revealing the flush adorning his cheeks and his averted eyes. Whether it’s from shame or embarrassment you can’t quite tell, although the reasoning doesn’t really matter to you.

Only the fact that he’s still not following the rules of your arrangement.

His chest heaves beneath your touch, fingers twitching in his lap. A pause. And… nothing. You sigh, dropping your foot and leaning forward. Carding your hand through his hair you wrap your fingers around the strands, pulling firmly to force his eyes to meet yours. And oh, what a sight it is.

His pupils nearly swallow his eyes whole — loving and needy. His bitten lips part, panting worsening under your unwavering gaze. Open. Close. Swallow. He leans forward yet again, although this time, his hands stay at his sides — he’s learning, but not quite fast enough for your taste.

“Words, Nathan.”

Pickles the Drummer

The party on the other side of the wall falls into a dull thrum, voices muffled less by the drywall and more from the needy groans that bleed from the throat of your lover. Your index and middle frames his cock, wet and twitching with every word you murmur into his ear, and his hips roll feverishly against you. As much as you’ll allow, anyways. His hips are all about all that he can move with how you’ve caged him against the wall, forearm pressed tightly against his chest to keep him pinned. You suspect you might bruise a bit tomorrow with how hard his hand grips you, although with the show he’s putting on for you, you can’t find it in you to complain. His head knocks against the wall, exposing the column of this throat, and you have half the mind to bite down on the tender skin. You file the thought away for later — tempting, but then you’d have to pull your gaze away from him, and how could you miss a sight like this? His tie was loosened long ago, top buttons of his shirt undone and pants pulled down to his mid thigh for just that extra bit of room.

And of course, for the extra risk.

Anyone could walk by and see how malleable he is in your hands, how easy it is for you to take him apart — the evidence would be undeniable. Disheaveled, flushed, panting, and humping your hand like a dog. You smile and lean forward to ghost a kiss across his lips, faint and sweet, but pull away before he can actually reciprocate. The mean move draws a whine from his throat, and you press him just a bit firmer against the wall in warning.

“Stay quiet baby, don’t wanna get caught tonight.”

Skwisgaar Skwigelf

Candlelight glimmers off the stark white walls, casting dancing shadows and heavenly light against your limbs, intertwined. It brings with it a sort of warmth — a stark contrast to the sweat-slicked, cool skin of your lover. You run your hand slowly up his spine before winding your hand meanly through his hair, coaxing him into an arch as you thrust forward. The strangled moan he releases is heavenly, and his hand comes up to cover his mouth soon after. The tips of his ears flush just as rapidly — from embarrassment? Pleasure? You’d hazard its a bit of both, as when you pull back to thrust again he drops the silencing digits to instead scramble for purchase against the satin sheets. The fabric scrunches in his white knuckled grip, warping further with each of your own movements.

Strands held tight in your grasp, pulled more taught with each successive thrust, he’s held too stiff to bury his head in the pillows — treating you to all of his pretty little noises. Every gasp, then moan, then whine as you pull him apart bit by bit. His hips rock back against your strap eagerly, finally chasing his high of his own accord, and you grin.

“Go on baby, give me a show.”

Toki Wartooth

It’s not often that you get him like this, all splayed out and pretty. His cheeks are flushed, eyes hooded as he gazes up at you. He leans up, searching, and you can’t help but give in and kiss him yet again, lips tilting upwards into the connection. It’s sweet, not unlike your typical kisses with Toki — but the tenderness in your movements is novel for the bedroom. The laziness, saccharine and heady, as you work your hand over his cock — taking him apart bit by bit.

Toki has always maintained some level of control in the bedroom — it’s taken a long time to get him to this point at all. Plenty of patience played a role in that, and while you don’t think you’ll ever reach the same level of bruising grips and commanding words that he brings to the table with you, you savor the modicum of submission he’s trusted you with. You run your hand down his side, gently quelling his bucking hips, and his breath shudders against your lips.

“Such a good boy for me, huh, baby?”

Willliam Murderface

William is deceptively strong — it’s a fact that most, including himself, don’t realize. You take the time to appreciate the muscle along his arms, tensing with every harsh thrust you grace him with. His fingers flex in the curls of his hair, forearms covering his expression, although he can’t seem to control the whines that fall from his mouth. You grin, gripping his hips a bit tighter for leverage, and pressing just a bit further into him. It’s a fine line he walks — cover his face, or his noises? He’s always been sensitive, but this? Oh, you could keep him pinned beneath you all day, panting and whining just like this. You think he could cum untouched if you just angle yourself just a bit—

You take his wrists in your hold, bunching them in your hands before thrusting forward yet again using his own body against him for leverage. It’s then that you see his expression, drooling and flushed under your touch. His eyes widen at the movement, and then the pleasure, mouth parting invitingly. You have half the mind to run your thumb along his waiting tongue, just to see what he’d do, but instead you savor his dazed expression. You smile again, peering down at him from beneath your eyelashes.

“Eyes on me baby. Let me see that pretty face, yeah?”

[irondadfics]

hey!! I've been hunting for this one series where may and tony are best friends and also co parenting peter? I think it had about 3-5 works, not very sure, but it would be a GREAT help if you could help me find it again 😭 thank you!!

could this be it?

call you home by Madelinedear

sometimes family is who you're born with. and sometimes family is a spider boy, a rich not-dad, and a kickass aunt. (or; tony, may, and peter find a place in each other's lives)

(if not, this is one of my favorite series so take it as a recommendation and resend your fic finding ask!)

[charliedawn]

Hey, I don't see any post saying requests are closed. Please correct me it I'm wrong, and I'll resend this ask when they're open :)

I saw one of your slasher posts about an new patient who was an omega and I've been wondering how a/b/o au slashers would react to a beta new patient who they saw as their own pup?(basically everyone is a father figure to this kid lol) I love platonic fluff and you're one of the few slasher writers who write platonic stuff and I love your writing, please stay hydrated and have a good day! :D

Here you go 😁 And thank you.

Freddy Krueger:

"You and I…we gonna be best buddies."

Freddy is a beta. Meaning: no real dominance or protective instincts.

He’d basically laugh his ass off while you run around and cause havoc or eat popcorn with Pennywise while they watch.

He’d train you in the ways of 'don’t give a toss' and 'get outta my way, bitch'.

Freddy would still protect you if he sees you in real danger, but he’d be the type of cool dad who just wants to chill and walk around in flip flops.

Brahms Heelshire:

Brahms would be a worry heart.

He’d worry 24/7 about you.

Have you eaten ? Have you drank ? Have you slept well ? Are you hurt ? Do you wanna play ?…

He’d cry his eyes out if he sees a scratch on you and whoever would dare cause you harm would end up beaten up.

Brahms is strong—even though he is an omega. He’d be the one to take care of you and make sure you’re perfectly safe.

Arthur Fleck:

Arthur would give you the best advice. He’s a beta—but used to be an omega. He’d have the heart without being overemotional about things.

"Don’t worry, things can look up. You just gotta wait and see."

"Be a doll and smile. Smiling will open up many doors for you."

"Do not listen to Freddy, sweetie. He is a bad influence. Matter-of-fact ? Do not listen to anyone else but me and Michael."

He would be your voice of reason in your darkest moments, but don’t ALWAYS listen to him because he is a patient for a reason…

Penny:

Overpossessive. Overprotective. Overthinking. Overdoing.

Penny would be the embodiment of "over-the-top". Doesn’t have any chill and would bite and scratch if anyone as much as looks at you the wrong way.

He can also read minds…which can be kind of a problem.

Penny *growls at a nurse* : "I DARE you to say what you want to say, coward."

He would also be very playful and play with you all day long. He’s got unending energy and would even put on shows for you.

Michael Myers:

Michael would be the only responsible one, as the Alpha of the slashers.

He’d make sure to never allow you near his knives or any sharp objects. He’d teach you self-defense. He’d also cook for you and teach you all of his skills (non-lethal)

He would also protect you but, would always use a weapon that won’t be too traumatic for your adorable self…like a baseball batt or a something else to just knock out the person who dared attack your person.

But Myers ? Myers would kill for you.

Myers has no parental instinct or remorse.

He kills because he can.

Father Paul Hill:

Father Paul—as a Beta—would protect you with his life. He always wanted to be a father and would immediately take you under his wing.

Comparing to other slashers, you could almost call him a pacifist. He would never start a fight. Never.

He would teach you and give you a proper education. He would also take care of you and give you the affection you need.

And if you get hurt ?

He’d protect you—no matter the cost.

Father Paul *covered in blood and crying* : "No…No no no…Not again. Please. Not again."

Patrick Bateman:

Patrick Bateman would teach you how to kill and get away with murder. He is a Beta himself, but always hated that title because he always saw himself as an Alpha.

He’d explain to you the human anatomy and how to chop off a body in the most efficient and effective way possible.

He would also teach you the ways of society and bureaucracy like no one else could. Patrick is very observant and dangerous. He has no empathy.

Meaning: Make sure he KEEPS liking you.

Patrick *looking at you and wondering if having a kid is worth it and how he’d do it to get rid of you before smiling and locking the thought into a very far away box at the back of his mind*

Vincent Sinclair:

Vincent is an Omega. He would fight tooth and nail to protect you.

He’d also let you braid his hair and you’d draw together or do some fun artsy activities.

He’d show you how to do pottery and play with clay to make animal shapes or even human-like.

But, Vincent is in therapy and is being closely monitored and watched so he wouldn’t show you how to make wax people.

He would also be very affectionate with you and give you a lot of hugs, unlike Bo who would just pat your head and call it a day.

Jack Torrance:

"Let’s get takeout." Jack’s favourite sentence.

Jack would be a very lazy and chill kinda dad for a beta. He would take you to movies or read you a book.

He also loves food so…he’d get you pizza or nachos and you’d just settle on the couch with him and do nothing—just chilling.

He’d be the dad you go to when you don’t wanna do anything and you’re tired. He’d also be the type to live in his pajamas and tell you that it’s too early at 1pm.

You would then just sleep or he’d tell you things about his old life if he’s up for it.

He would protect you if you are in danger, but he would make sure that you don’t get into trouble in the first place cause you can’t do no wrong when you’re chilling all day…

[aroundthe-clock]

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; intro post !

> rules

don't be a dick ooc/to mod. be however rude you'd like ic. should be common sense ?

no nsfw. flirting is perfectly fine, just don't go overboard.

don't act out chance on our behalf? we can play him ourselves, tyvm . /lh

don't overplay your power as an anon. basic m!a's 'nd whatnot are fine, but nothing wild or too long. max m!a duration is ten asks.

ships are OK. i don't mind them – just clarify if that's what you intend. whether in the ask itself, or in dms.

don't vent to us. we won't reply, and you'll likely get blocked. go talk to someone you trust- not a tumblr rp blog.

don't resend/spam asks. if we don't respond to it the first time, there's less of a chance (chance? like the blog?/JOKE) that we will the second time 'round. sometimes, asks will get delayed due to stuff happening irl.

> blog/chance info !

chance goes by he/they/any ^_^ .

he's in his late 20's. 27-29.

their favorite colour is purple 'nd red. do with that what you will

he used to work with the mafia – although , left when he was 22. it tends to avoid bringing it up now.

queer in some way or form. not sure what specifically, just, queer. thumbs up

chance is headcanon heavy on this blog. don't like it? block us and move on with your day.

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> mod/ooc info

mod is a system. we go by either marshall, animatic, or jonah. or just mod is okay. if you know us, you know us. : )

we go by it/he ! really anything except for feminine terms. thanks.

expect very inconsistent responses; we run a lot of blogs, and tend to fixate on one at a time.

we're bodily a minor. don't be weird.

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> tags, ,

> coin flip! ; asks

> you! you again! ; recurring anons/blogs

> missed shot ; rb chains

anything ooc will be tagged mod post: ___ : ).

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> claimed anons:

🌟

> items given to chance: (not including flowers. I've learned from my other blogs./lh )

nothing!

ok so eventually there will be a reference here but. we've yet to make one. shrugs. probably later today if i remember

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[clove-noko]

HI HELLO HAGI!! HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY!! 🎉🎉💗💞💕 i’m sorry for being late!! but i wanted to gift you something 🥺🫶

anyways i hope you like it!! i’m looking forward to seeing more of you across my dash!! your art is VERY lovely too see and i think hagijade is really fun and adorable!! 🍫🍄💞 iand congrats again on 300+ followers, you deserve it a lot and i hope you have fun with your raffle 😤🫶🫶🫶

(also i’m not sure if the first ask went through the first time so i’m resending this just in case 😭🤧 you can delete this if you already received the first one and you’re just taking time with it 🥺🫶)

HIII IAN 🫶🫶🫶🩷🩷🩷

thank you so much for the gift!!!! 😭😭😭 I'm very happy!! hagijade look adorable together! I especially like Hagi's hair coloring, it's cute!! and this is paired art with shuuzul, aah!! love!!

also, thank you so much for your kind words and support!🥹🥹🥹 I know I'm not very active, but I see how good everyone is around me. thank you for your kindness and super adorable gift once again!!!☺️💝💕💖✨💝💖

(and it's okay, don't worry! this was the first request. I've been in similar situations myself and I think it's better to send a second time than to doubt lol...💕💕🙃)

[twobitsblade]

hi!! i requested something recently however i absolutely can’t remember how specific i was with the format request and i do not wanna make this a guessing game for you lol

i requested something where ponyboy helps his gf reader who is very stressed after a long day of school with tests, projects, fights, etc. and how he would help her with that. i would like to request it as a fic, but if you want to ignore this then feel free! or if you already did hcs for it or smth lolll, anyways sorry this is so long, i LOVE your writing and i hope you have an amazing day/night!! tysm🫶🫶

⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ my boy’s gentle embrace

[ author’s note: hi honey, thank you so much for this wonderful request! you’re such an absolute sweetheart for resending it to be more specific! i hope this is what you wanted—if not, feel free to send another request and i’ll rewrite it. ]

as you stomped back to your modest one-story house on the east side of tulsa, each step made you feel angrier and angrier. the fact that your old, torn-up boots let the snow freeze your feet wasn’t helping—god, how today had gone wrong.

first, your english teacher had yelled at you in front of pony, which, although you knew he’d never judge you, still left you embarrassed. he was your boyfriend, after all. oh, whatever. it was too late to reminisce about that now. you had lord knows how many assignments to finish, and if you thought about it too much, you knew you’d snap—so it was better to just suppress it.

you continued trudging through the snowy sidewalk until you reached your house, but before you could even put your key in the lock, you heard a familiar voice—one that immediately soothed all your thoughts, no matter how cliché it sounded.

“c’mere!” ponyboy called out, and you quickly hopped over to him, almost slipping on the snow. the only thing stopping you was your boyfriend’s hands immediately gripping your waist.

“jesus, be careful!” he said, running a hand through his hair. “wanna, uh, stay over at my place for a bit? darry ain’t mad at me today, so he won’t have no problems with it.”

you sighed, shaking your head and dusting yourself off. “i can’t, pony. i got schoolwork for days!”

but the weariness in your eyes didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“oh… um, okay… well, how about you stay over for a bit, and i’ll help?”

looking at the genuine expression on his face, you couldn’t deny him. not long after, the two of you ended up on the curtis’ living room couch. as you removed your shoes, your teeth chattered from the cold. pony turned to you, eyebrow cocked.

“jeez, you really don’t take care of yourself, do ya?”

you shot him a look almost as icy as the weather outside, which made him shrug.

“it’s just—i dunno,” you muttered, cutting yourself off.

“no, c’mon, tell me,” he pried, and you immediately folded.

“well, it’s—god, i mean, today… the way the teacher yelled at me in front of you.”

a glint of recognition sparked in his eyes.

“and i’m being assigned so much damn work,” you admitted, and suddenly, tears slipped from your eyes.

before you could even think, his hands were pressing you against his chest. pony had never been good at comforting, but lord knows he could give a good hug.

“it’ll be alright, it’ll be alright,” he murmured against your scalp, pressing gentle kisses along your hairline.

“shh, just breathe, c’mon.”

eventually, you were able to calm down.

“i’ll help you with your work to the best of my abilities, alright? and if you really need an extension, i—” he hesitated, but after one good look at your face, he continued, “i’ll help you ask for an extended deadline.”

you started crying again at his words, but this time, not out of sadness or anguish—out of contentment. your boyfriend, your boy, was there for you. and finally, in all the chaos of your life, you felt safe in the warmth of his embrace.