#using in tha future

[dykedvonte]

A crazy thing about Mouthwashing is that Pony Express lost communication with one of its freighters for months and didn’t send anyone to check.

A genuinely reputable company, or at the very least a decent one, would have sent someone, something out to check after about two weeks of silence. Two months is when the crew start questioning if they are even being looked for which implies they were already expecting it to take a while cause P.E just doesn’t care.

They don’t care about who they hire. They don’t care about the conditions they place their crew in or how safe the safety measures actually are. They just don’t care, made rules and regulations so they can care less and succeed in getting away with it with how little those ideas are discussed.

[crystalkitty1220]

Man I wonder where the leader of the fear realm could've gone, it's alMOST LIKE NEVIN HAS AN

[tcoaal]

if i can be real, i'm still not like really convinced Andrew would want to be a lawyer- i can kinda see where it would come from as a headcanon a bit now, the more i think about it like... the more i think Andrew would really want to focus on using his Engllish degree for something more directly related to English i think given he's...

so incredibly, so Like That

[soracities]

God I had such a wonderful literature teacher in high school. It pains me to admit that I spent most of his classes either sleeping or daydreaming about death and other equally depressing subjects. I remember thinking even then, I used to like books. Why can't I get myself through this readings why are all of these poems so lifeless to me? And like the rest of my classmates I just googled the Spanish equivalent for SparkNotes for all the readings and got a 10 in every exam. Now I find myself seeking out those same poems and sonnets and books and wishing I could turn back in time to actually listen to this passionate guy who had been all over Europe and knew 5 languages and lived so much and was so specific about which translation to get for every poem and have strong opinions about 10 other translations. I just want to grab my past self and shake them hard and scream "WAKE UP!!!!!! This thing you're ignoring right now will be the only spark of hope and joy you will find in your 20s please it's can save your life NOW if you manage to open your eyes and ears for a little bit"

Now I'm getting a degree in english, and I'm an auxiliary teacher at a primary school and it really feels a bit depressing to know that sometimes not even a great, passionate and talented teacher can make someone with an underlying interest in the subject actually pay attention and enjoy a high school class. Or maybe I was just an idiot and it's a me problem. Or maybe literature is meant to pass you by the first time around and make you go and get it out of your own will at your own time.

I think there's definitely something to be said for finding the right literature at the right time, absolutely--but I also think the fact that you still remember this teacher and the incredible passion and attentiveness he brought to those classes, that you are holding this recognition close to you now, even if you weren't able to give it the attention you wish you had at the time, counts for something, too 💕 in spite of everything something of his teaching still remained with you, even if it's being appreciated after the fact, and I think that, for most teachers, that impact alone means a great deal! Maybe you didn't appreciate the class itself, but you are appreciating the poems and those outlive every classroom and what greater influence is there than that? (And sometimes it's not even the subject itself that remains with you, but the actual teacher. I had an incredible English teacher also, but I know the impact she left on some of my friends had little to do with the poems and plays and everything to do with who she was as a person, and this is, I think, one of the most important things that come from a marvellous teacher)

I don't think you were an idiot at all--I think that whatever you were going through at the time must have been so immense, and as frustrating as it is to look back and wish you could have managed things differently, I think it's so important to allow yourself some grace for the fact that who you are now, looking back, and who you were then, are two different people--some circumstances, I think, are beyond a pupil and a teacher's control but we do the best we can with what we have, and what you have now, and what you had back then, probably look very, very different. Have you ever considered reaching out to your former literature teacher? Writing a letter or an email to let him now what you feel about his classes now, being older, and what this recognition means to you?

I think it's amazing that you are where you are now, with the passion you have now, and also with the awareness, even if you couldn't appreciate it at that time, of what a passionate teacher can bring because it will help make you a more attentive and better teacher as a result. I think teaching is one of those vocations you need to love with your entire being and if you can bring that love and that attentiveness with you to the best of your ability at any given time, then this counts for something, even if not immediately in the classroom itself 💕

[sincerely--me]

Part of me kinda wants to do a roleplay between my version of Earthbound's cast (likely after my Smash Bros anime concept Smash Bros Misadventures) and your Mayhem AU versions, because the Ness interactions would be interesting

//That would be really cool actually! :O

[valcaine]

heyo!!!! I am Val/Valcaine, I use any pronouns, and I am a haudenosaunee & cree artist. Albeit a low energy one, so be patient I am trying my best brah

This entire account is all just fanart. blorbo incarnate

Some posts you might see right now are about Technoblade, Philza, Emeraldduo, general MCYT and OC art. but I do occasionally dabble in other things that pique my interest !!! it is just a game of hot potato with which fandom I'll post about next

I started posting here on July 24th, 2022 !

I have many other platforms I may or may not use, my procreate brushes are included in my gumroad too for anyone that wants em 👁️👁️👍 https://valcaine.carrd.co/

tagging system I think:

#brian soup

complete and utter nonsense that I spew for people to see

#art more like fart

art art art it be my art

#vals doodle extravaganza

either regular silly doodles or requests!!! I am very slow or too busy to get to them so do be patient

#vals percieving box

I acknowledge you.

✧ Personal Technoblade Reference

Commissions: Closed, but still feel free to take a peek at prices,,,

I don’t really have a DNI list currently? I would prefer if nobody supports anything or anyone that has done illegal shit, only spreads negativity, or are a NSFW account, (I am a Child) so if this along the lines is you, please show yourself to the door 🙏 this is mostly just a silly goose zone

I no longer do DSMP art due to many of the content creators on the server having been accused as perpetrators (among other things) and I want nothing to do with them, I will still create art of Emerald duo. (And probably their circle), that being said. I don’t like the dteam or the brighton biter get them outta hereeee

[picklesthenonbeanary]

y’all want some art dumps? I’ve got some art dumps I can do. It’s all just been pilling up in my photos, agghhh!!! Hoarding my art like a dragon hoards treasure. It is my prized jewels but I should probably be sharing them :] (kinda just wanna for my sake so I can get them out of the depths of my photos app lol)

[stopfunkinwmyheart]

[super-done-dead]

[nataliesnews]

It is a very sad day. Veronica phoned me this morning to tell me that Uta's mother had died after a long illness. I spoke to her just a few days ago and she knew she was dying and was so brave. I am glad that I had the opportunity of meeting her, even if only for a few days and since then we have been in touch all the time. I often thought of her when I was writing my letters and wondering what she thought.

Then yesterday too my friend's grandson was mortally  wounded. He has particles in his brain and there does not seem to be much hope. It was only the other day that I had supper with her and Robbie and she said that she does not sleep at night. That it would break them if something happened to him .

 I can think of nothing positive happening in my life. Then I read of our president whom I realise does not have a brain in his head.  He signs a rocket which is going to kill people as if he were writing on someone's bandages leg or knee?  And then there are people who laugh at their sufferings. 

It is getting harder and harder to write.  woman Orit Stroch. a settler, who wrote demanding to know whether the pilots who said they would not report for future reserve duty had refused to take part in the war? By the way she is also the one who said that  no doctor should have to treat anyone from the gay community if it conflicted with their religious beliefs. And for support which Netanyahu gave the general who replied to her read the attached

Outrage as far-right minister suggests some pilots refusing air support for Gaza troops

Settlements Minister Orit Strock widely reported to ask at cabinet if some in Air Force are failing to carry out their duties for ideological reasons

Today the Jerusalem municipality came to the tent of the families and took down and tore  all their signs  and a bunch of hooligans came past screaming that all the families are traitors and caused the death of their children and the war and that piece of shit whose two sons cower behind them is quiet. That is Israel today of Netanyahu.  

After a long interval because of the war, we had not been to the DCO and decided to go.  We were surprised to find about 15 men there. They had all been summoned by the ISA, the secret service. One indignantly told us that he had to pull his trousers down to his ankles and did not know why. They also told us that the Satmar cult comes into their neighborhoods with the Palestinian flag with no problem. They were all very pleasant.

We then decided to see what is happening at the entrance to Beit Lechem from road 60. Until the war the road was completely open but this is the way it looks now. We stopped a short distance before the checkpoint. 

Shlomit got out to photograph and immediately a soldier came running up demanding our IDs. We told him we only have to show IDs to a policeman and when he said he was also a policeman asked to be shown identification.  Also , as we were on the main road of the town and not in the area of the checkpoint, to be shown proof that where we were standing was a closed army area. He claimed that we had photographed him and said that it was easy to identify him....I leave that to your judgement,He said he would phone the police and we said to be our guest. I said to Shlomit that it was just as well we  had not driven off before we saw him approaching us as in this day and age he would probably have taken a shot at us. But all's well that ends well....He had evidently phoned the representative of the DCO. He   knew us from former days at Etzion and we showed him the photo which he did not  ask to have deleted  and  after a short and pleasant conversation continued on our way home. 

Today we went to plant trees with one of the farmers from Burin. Not that I could help but I go to identify. This is how the others went up. Her ladyship went up by taxi. i don't think it is the help which is important but that we come. We left early though as the Palestinian authority phoned and said that the area was getting restless and we should go and then too soldiers and settlers started coming down the mountain. But people bought a lot of his olives and olive oil. I asked where his family was ...usually it is very joyous there and the house was so empty but he said it was too dangerous from them to be there so they had gone to live in the village.

But then we also have this......I remember how Israelis said what animals the Palestinians are that whenever there was an attack on Israelis they would go out to celebrate and give out sweets. Evidently Israelis are also keen to learn from Palestinians as this is what some soldiers did.... singing and dancing in the street and giving out sweets at the death of one of the Hamas. Not that I feel any grief for him but this is not the Jewish way. But today I no longer think that there is a Jewish way. I think we have learned only too well of how to hate and how to conduct pogroms. They should remember the Peisach seder where God rebukes his angels for singing when the Egyptians drowned. 

and this caricature appeared in one of the far right newspapers. If it  had been from a newspaper on the left or a journalist/ whoever published it would already be sitting in jail/ If you want to know what this is about look at the pdf below. It is too complicated for me to go into it.

Sorry I wish I could write something positive

Henrietta Szold 2

Migdal Nofim Room 708

Kiryat Hayovel

Jerusalem 9650230

Israel

Tel 0528-375593

Nofim Tel 972-(0)2-6580222

Home 972 (2)6418387 no messages

It is a very sad day. Veronica phoned me this morning to tell me that Uta's mother had died after a long illness. I spoke to her just a few days ago and she knew she was dying and was so brave. I am glad that I had the opportunity of meeting her, even if only for a few days and since then we have been in touch all the time. I often thought of her when I was writing my letters and wondering what she thought.

Then yesterday too my friend's grandson was mortally  wounded. He has particles in his brain and there does not seem to be much hope. It was only the other day that I had supper with her and Robbie and she said that she does not sleep at night. That it would break them if something happened to him .

 I can think of nothing positive happening in my life. Then I read of our president whom I realise does not have a brain in his head.  He signs a rocket which is going to kill people as if he were writing on someone's bandages leg or knee?  And then there are people who laugh at their sufferings. 

It is getting harder and harder to write.  woman Orit Stroch. a settler, who wrote demanding to know whether the pilots who said they would not report for future reserve duty had refused to take part in the war? By the way she is also the one who said that  no doctor should have to treat anyone from the gay community if it conflicted with their religious beliefs. And for support which Netanyahu gave the general who replied to her read the attached

Outrage as far-right minister suggests some pilots refusing air support for Gaza troops

Settlements Minister Orit Strock widely reported to ask at cabinet if some in Air Force are failing to carry out their duties for ideological reasons

Today the Jerusalem municipality came to the tent of the families and took down and tore  all their signs  and a bunch of hooligans came past screaming that all the families are traitors and caused the death of their children and the war and that piece of shit whose two sons cower behind them is quiet. That is Israel today of Netanyahu.  

After a long interval because of the war, we had not been to the DCO and decided to go.  We were surprised to find about 15 men there. They had all been summoned by the ISA, the secret service. One indignantly told us that he had to pull his trousers down to his ankles and did not know why. They also told us that the Satmar cult comes into their neighborhoods with the Palestinian flag with no problem. They were all very pleasant.

We then decided to see what is happening at the entrance to Beit Lechem from road 60. Until the war the road was completely open but this is the way it looks now. We stopped a short distance before the checkpoint. 

Shlomit got out to photograph and immediately a soldier came running up demanding our IDs. We told him we only have to show IDs to a policeman and when he said he was also a policeman asked to be shown identification.  Also , as we were on the main road of the town and not in the area of the checkpoint, to be shown proof that where we were standing was a closed army area. He claimed that we had photographed him and said that it was easy to identify him....I leave that to your judgement,He said he would phone the police and we said to be our guest. I said to Shlomit that it was just as well we  had not driven off before we saw him approaching us as in this day and age he would probably have taken a shot at us. But all's well that ends well....He had evidently phoned the representative of the DCO. He   knew us from former days at Etzion and we showed him the photo which he did not  ask to have deleted  and  after a short and pleasant conversation continued on our way home. 

Today we went to plant trees with one of the farmers from Burin. Not that I could help but I go to identify. This is how the others went up. Her ladyship went up by taxi. i don't think it is the help which is important but that we come. We left early though as the Palestinian authority phoned and said that the area was getting restless and we should go and then too soldiers and settlers started coming down the mountain. But people bought a lot of his olives and olive oil. I asked where his family was ...usually it is very joyous there and the house was so empty but he said it was too dangerous from them to be there so they had gone to live in the village.

But then we also have this......I remember how Israelis said what animals the Palestinians are that whenever there was an attack on Israelis they would go out to celebrate and give out sweets. Evidently Israelis are also keen to learn from Palestinians as this is what some soldiers did.... singing and dancing in the street and giving out sweets at the death of one of the Hamas. Not that I feel any grief for him but this is not the Jewish way. But today I no longer think that there is a Jewish way. I think we have learned only too well of how to hate and how to conduct pogroms. They should remember the Peisach seder where God rebukes his angels for singing when the Egyptians drowned. 

and this caricature appeared in one of the far right newspapers. If it  had been from a newspaper on the left or a journalist/ whoever published it would already be sitting in jail/ If you want to know what this is about look at the pdf below. It is too complicated for me to go into it.

Sorry I wish I could write something positive

Henrietta Szold 2

Migdal Nofim Room 708

Kiryat Hayovel

Jerusalem 9650230

Israel

Tel 0528-375593

Nofim Tel 972-(0)2-6580222

Home 972 (2)6418387 no messages

[shotmrmiller]

your superior finding out about the secret praise kink you didn't know had a name because you'd always been called an over achiever, a goody two shoes. never gave anyone any trouble, nose burrowed in a book since you had knobby knees and a library card.

you'd thought it normal that the apples of your cheeks burned when praised after giving your teacher the drawing you'd made for them the night before. that heat spread from the center of your chest up when your first boyfriend/girlfriend whistled at the sight of you outside of uniform. that warmth settles in your belly when you get a pat on the back from your platoon leader firm enough to force the air out of your lungs because you'd disassembled and cleaned a glock with the ease of a professional.

apparently it wasn't.

after weeks of training with the fabled task force, weeks of sharing elbow room with the team, weeks of soaking up the dizzying praise from the captain ("did real good out there, eh? can always count on you." you didn't question the throb betwixt your thighs, taking care of it with a cute little bullet like you've always done since joining the military)

you're confronted by the worst of the lot. ghost catches you in a break room, your back to him, hands clutching a cup of coffee that's more sludge than liquid, its warmth barely seeping through the styrofoam.

his figure fills the doorway, shoulders nearly brushing the frame. your first thought is that his brows aren't twisted together and he lacks that cold, blank look in his eyes so your death isn't in the nearest of futures. the second is that when he's not fully covering his face, the outline of his jaw is quite visible, looking sharp enough to cut.

then he crosses his sculpted arms over his chest, seams straining against the expanse of his muscles, head tipped to the side.

he moves with the keen curiosity of a predator sniffing around a newborn fawn, gaze intense yet inquisitive, assessing your every detail with a menacing interest.

"you ever gonna tell me you've a praise kink, bird?" the question sends a chill through your veins before turning into a fiery rush as it races at twice the normal speed.

praise kink? no. surely not. doesn't everyone like to receive compliments?

"sure. i don't mind gettin' told i've an impressive cock but that's bed talk. you look ready to bend over 'nd show us how slick tha' pretty cunt can get over a rufflin' of hair and a couple of empty words."

that has you positively reeling, fingertips cracking the cup in your hands, pulse on your neck fluttering. you feel a cornered, skittish animal, ready to flee lest your life come to an end in his maws.

but as usual, the cruel man more creature than person, twists the knife he's dug into you with a certain ruthlessness only he can muster.

"so be good for me, eh? love your praise? earn it."

you've always been an over achiever, proven once again by the way you take him to the root in one long, broad stroke with any complaints at the sheer size of him resting firmly behind your clenched teeth.

"tight little thing, spread open over me like you were meant for it. for me." he runs a gloved thumb over your swollen bottom lip. "there's tha' look. drivin' me bloody insane when you gave kyle tha' molten gaze. none o' tha' now, yeah?"

he creeps his ungloved hand down to circle your pearl with the spit-slick pads of his fingers, drawing in a sharp breath when your walls flutter and constrict around his cock at the feel of something other than your toy giving you the relief you need after a hard day's work.

"bloody fuckin' 'ell."

ghost claims a fistful of hair, pulling you closer to him, his breath warming the stinging, throbbing mark he bit onto the delicate skin of your neck. the shuffling of feet right outside the door snap you out of your daze, fingernails sinking into the bulging muscle of his chest but he has none of it.

he uses your hair to direct your focus back onto him and even though he'd only given you a leading tug you felt some strands of your hair come off with a pop.

"easy. can't see your pretty face when i'm fuckin' ya if your lookin' away."

your expression twists into what you hope is bliss when he bucks his hips, your whimper drowning out his groan when he hits on something new.

something you want him to keep hitting.

"exactly like i'd thought."

everything else blurs together after that, and only when you're back in your room using a warm cloth to clean yourself up do you remember the other things he'd rumbled.

(inside o' ya, make you mine-)

(-get 'bout bein' with anyone else-)

(-ll to myself-)

you touch your tender pussy with gentle fingers at what he'd said in the end.

(leave tha' f'me, he swipes your hand away, i'll get ya there, pet.)

if price's compliments take a nose dive off a cliff you don't notice because you're getting your daily fill of them and ghost after dinner every night. kyle keeps them to one word and soap likes to tempt fate as always.

[thealchemistbae]

Part of Fortune Degree Meanings 🍀

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The POF is about how and where you strike GOLD, feel naturally lucky, and effortlessly attract abundance when you lean into it.

🌈: 0° -> You're a natural talent at creating wealth from scratch or inheriting a legacy. New beginnings bring big wins. Every time you try something brand new, the universe rewards you. First to market, early investor, or building a brand from the ground up.

🌈: 1° -> Success comes when you stand alone. Your independence is magnetic. People are drawn to your solo vibe. Think: Solo entrepreneur, lone creator, self-made mogul.

🌈: 2° -> Money follows when you're in the right vibe. You attract wealth through community, aesthetics, or softness. Think: content creator, artist, or someone who gets gifted just for existing.

🌈: 3° -> Your voice, content or writing = gold. Speaking, podcasting, scripts, books, or anything with your words brings the bag. Pitch ideas...they'll hit.

🌈: 4° -> Money flows when you connect to your roots. Family businesses, real estate, or honoring your ancestry could unlock generational wealth. Sentiment = success.

🌈: 5° -> You get paid to be seen. Charisma, entertainment, and creative expression make you $$$. Think: acting, modeling, influencing, or running a show.

🌈: 6° -> You're the queen of systems. Passive income from routines, health regimens, digital products, or service-based offers that solve problems.

🌈: 7° -> Wealth flows through relationships. Business partners, romantic collabs, or social connections open doors. Think: referrals, collabs, marriage to money.

🌈: 8° -> You get luck through shadow work, sex, appeal, and taboo wisdom. Therapy, transformation, manifestation coaching or $ex work = actual income paths.

🌈: 9° -> You get luck and fortune to teach, travel or publish. Courses, online education, spiritual teachings, or anything that expands mine is your jackpot.

🌈: 10° -> Boss energy. You’re here to run empires. Real-world success through business, status, long-term investments, and strategy. Get corporate or build your own.

🌈: 11° -> You make money by being ahead of your time. Tech, trends, astrology, or community-centered biz is your path. Think: influencer meets innovator.

🌈: 12° -> Spiritual, psychic, artistic, and dreamy income streams. You can literally get paid from dreams, intuition, art, or divine downloads.

🌈: 13° -> You profit when you shake sh*t up. Say what people won’t, do what they fear. Your authenticity is rebellious and people PAY for your truth.

🌈: 14° -> There’s something magical about your wealth. You’re protected. Money shows up just in time. Trust the divine timing; you’re spiritually aligned with success.

🌈: 15° -> You are magnetic AF. People want to watch you, follow you, and throw money your way just for showing up. Fame, clout, and visibility = wealth.

🌈: 16° -> You profit by solving deep problems — either through service, healing, or creative problem-solving. Fix a broken system, and you’ll build your fortune.

🌈: 17° -> Your ideas literally turn into income. Brilliant, future-forward strategies = passive cash. You may also attract benefactors who fund your vision.

🌈: 18° -> You turn pain into profit. Period. Your hardest experiences become the very thing that makes you rich. Use your transformation to help others.

🌈: 19° -> Your voice is a weapon. You inspire, influence, and sell with speech. Speaking, hosting, consulting, or coaching can bring you massive wealth.

🌈: 20° -> You’re here to do soulful, purpose-driven work. Your fortune is tied to your spiritual calling. Money comes when you follow your mission.

🌈: 21° -> Main character energy. Luck finds you in the spotlight, in front of a camera, or when you embrace your larger-than-life personality. Fans = funds.

🌈: 22° -> You’re meant to build wealth through serious mastery. Authority, certifications, and real-world expertise = your golden ticket.

🌈: 23° -> Networking queen/king. You meet one person and BOOM…doors open. Events, socials, and group energy = money magnets.

🌈: 24° -> You’re here to make soft, sensual, and intuitive money. Feminine energy, aesthetics, and pleasure-based business = jackpot.

🌈: 25° -> You get paid from the cosmos. Astrology, energy work, divination, or being your weird, wonderful self attracts wealth from magical places.

🌈: 26° -> You’re meant to pass something down. Building a brand, inheritance, or generational wealth is your path. Think: queen of the family empire.

🌈: 27° -> You create wealth with intention. Your mindset is your moneymaker. Vision boards, rituals, scripting? They actually work for you.

🌈: 28° -> You know how to mix seduction with success. Business + pleasure = $$$. You’re intuitive, strategic, and irresistible in the boardroom or bedroom.

🌈: 29° -> You’ve lived many lifetimes and now you’re here to collect. This is master energy; your fortune shows up through power, endings, and full-circle moments. One big transformation will unlock your ultimate bag.

What degree is your POF at ? Drop in the comments.

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[torncwpid]

Sharing is Caring

A short little drabble that crossed my mind, might write something longer with this actually coming true in the future if enough people like the idea

Summary: Price testing the waters of sharing you with his little soldier

Cw: smut (mdni), mentions of MMF threesome, sub!fem!reader

Word count: 410

He’s behind you, arms heavy around your waist, his broad chest solid against your back. The scent of smoke and cologne clings to him. His beard scratches the side of your neck as he leans in, voice thick with lust.

“Y’know what I keep thinkin’ about, love?” he murmurs against your ear. “Gaz on his fuckin’ knees for you.”

You blink, breath catching. You can't keep from clenching around him but besides that you don't know how to react. Was it some sort of test? You never said anything about being shared, but he's way too good at reading you, and he grins when he feels your hesitation.

“Don’t get shy. I’d be right there with you. You’d be sittin’ between my legs, all soft and open for us like a good girl."

His fingers ghost under your waistband, not quite touching. Just teasing.

“I wouldn’t let him do a bloody thing without my word,” he says, voice darker now, gruff. “I’d make him watch how I make you cum first. Show him what it sounds like when I hit that spot with my tongue. When your legs start shakin’ and you grab my hair.”

He chuckles low and proud when he feels you clench again.

“Then I’d tell him, step by step. How to flatten his tongue over tha' needy little clit of yours. He’s a good soldier. Learns quick and wants approval, jus' like you." He lets out a huff that sounded like a chuckle. "I'll keep my hand on the back of his head, make 'im stay there until you cum again.”

His other hand squeezes your thigh.

“And you’d be so good f'me. You’d take it all, and we’d be talkin’ about you. About how sweet you taste. How your pussy always clenches when we talk about you like you’re not even there.”

His hand finally dips low enough to press over your cunt, and you gasp, hips grinding into his palm.

“There she is,” he coos, pressing a kiss behind your ear. “My sweet thing. Bet you’re soaked just thinkin’ 'bout it. My soldier between your legs, followin’ my orders while I watch everything.”

His voice is a growl now, low and gravelly. “You'd like tha', wouldn't you?”

And you can’t even answer, not with your heart going crazy and your brain feeling like it just short-circuited.

He knows you can't, so he just grins, wicked and proud, and kisses your jaw.

“That’s my girl.”

God I love this man

[sleep-0-deprived]

Yan dragon monster x human male reader thoughts~! ૮꒰ ྀི๑>؂•̀๑꒱ა

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A/N: just more monster thoughts F’ M’ deranged mind ૮₍˃̵֊ ˂̵ ₎ა

Jus thinkin bout bein on a hiking trip, alone in tha woods, goin up tha steep ol mountains with caves big enough T’ swallow ya whole. Takin cover in one of those caves. Unknown T’ you of tha monster lurkin in those caves- I mean tha towns people have their old legends of A’ dragon but that simply can’t be real!..right?.. tha next thing ya know yer tha captive of a’ Big creature with chipped horns N’ a scaly tail, wings on its back too- what a’ scary thing.

Jus thinkin bout tha dragon tryin T’ court ya at first, bringin back animals N’ other stuff for ya T’ eat- curlin ya up into its warm scaly wings like A’ blanket at night. Puffin its chest like a preenin peacock tryin T’ show ya how good he can be- how strong he is N’ how he can provide F’ ya an tha future dragon pups you two make. When ya accidentally come across as acceptin his courtship- then tha proper matin rituals begin.

Jus thinkin bout bein unable T’ leave- utterly trapped by tha dragon- they hoard gold N’ other prized possessions but in this case you were now its possession! He would use his large claws T’ grab your arm everytime ya tried T’ escape him- how mean of ya! He needed A mate for tha long harsh winters and you were tha only one T’ come into his territory, ya had curves and a pretty body- ya had T’ have a womb for him T’ use too..

Jus thinkin bout tha dragon not bein able T tell tha difference- takin ya as a woman instead of a man- tryin T’ breed you- tryin his best T’ push hot wha into your non existent womb only T’ whine when the eggs won’t take T’ your walls..he’ll keep tryin until you do your job for him- until ya give him all tha dragon pups he needs. Your neck is already soo covered In sharp bite marks from his attempts T’ bite at a scent gland that isn’t there- what a weird creature he thinks you are..

Jus thinkin bout bein cuddled after ya just got wrecked by tha dragon- yer insides still hot as lava from all tha seed pumped in ya- tha dragon makes ya sleep with both of his monstrous cocks still inside your wrecked hole, blamin all tha cum that leaked out of ya as tha reason you ain’t knocked up yet. Goin from fuckin ya once a day to twice- maybe more if he’s desperate..he has all winter T’ breed ya an he doesn’t plan T’ waste tha time either.

Jus thinkin bout layin with tha scale covered cock inside her walls- it hurts- S’ all painful T’ yer gummy walls a you’re on fire. A bulge in your tummy from tha outline of both cocks with s’mush cum all over yer thighs crusted from tha past fuckin’s ya have taken- makin ya feel all glazed in tha beasts cum makin him feel all territorial over you.

Jus thinkin bout winter comin to an end and he’s still keeping ya- you didn’t swell with tha dragon eggs like ya were supposed to but he’s attached now- you’re his F’ good. He’ll take care of ya T’ tha best of his abilities- an he ain’t lettin ya go no matter what, steam comes out of its mouth an his cat like eyes glow, pissed off if ya attempt to escape- he’ll always catch ya- no matter how fast ya run cause he has wings.

[enwoso]

hall of fame | alessia russo x child!reader x leah williamson

as promised pt2 of lovie enjoying the champions league win!

grumpy masterlist

‘one trophy. one wild five-year-old. one iconic chant. welcome to what could be arsenals most unforgettable homecoming.’

the emirates was still buzzing long after the final whistle. banners waved. chants echoed into the summer day. red and white confetti clung to every surface. and in the middle of it all — the stage, glowing under floodlights, filled with laughter, dancing, and raw, unfiltered joy.

arsenal women  — champions of europe.

alessia stood near the center, hair a little messy as sunglasses clung to her head, her medal glinting under the lights. around her, her teammates bounced, hugged, and chanted with the fans who packed every corner of the stadium.

katie had taken over the mic and, predictably, all chaos followed. "COME ON YOU GUNNERS!" katie roared, hands raised triumphantly.

the crowd thundered back. "what do we think of tottenham?!"

"SHITE!"

katie spun around on her heel, dopey but proud smile on her lips. "thank you!"

to alessia's left, beth was still doing a full-body shimmy with vic and manu, while steph tried to pull laia out of the line of fire of frida's rogue confetti cannon. kim stood in the back sipping from a paper cup and shaking her head fondly like a parent watching a school play spiral out of control.

and there, right beside alessia, sitting squarely on her hip with confetti tangled in your hair and a little arsenal flag in your hand — was you.

five years old. wearing a tiny russo 23 jersey which admittedly was all you had worn all weekend. already the most talked-about figure of the celebration.

"careful with that confetti lovie," alessia said as you prepared to fling another handful.

"it's like sparkly rain," you whispered dramatically, throwing it into the air with both hands.

alessia winced as a bit stuck to her lip. "fabulous! we are both walking disco balls now."

a few of the girls gathered around, drawn to the tiny dynamo. "tiny's gonna start charging appearance fees," beth laughed, crouching beside you. "i swear she's more famous than us."

"i told her that already," kyra added with a wink. "she said she wants her own locker."

you grinned nodding your head. "yes! with stickers, lots."

alessia just sighed with a wide smile. "we've created a monster."

and then came leah as she stepped up to the mic, wearing her champions league medal over the champions shirts the entire squad were wearing, face flushed from celebration but eyes soft. leah glanced around the stage, taking in her teammates, her family, and then turned slightly to look at alessia and you.

her voice cracked a little as she spoke. "this club... this team... my club, my arsenal. we've made history. but none of it happens without the people behind the scenes. the mums, the dads, the siblings. the little ones. the future."

leah paused, and her gaze finding yours, as you were now proudly standing on the crate someone had pulled out for you, mere inches away from leah.

"i want to shout out one person in particular," leah said, voice thick with emotion. "a very special little girl, who has managed to keep me a little bit more grounded and make the lows of this season that little bit bearable even if you do call me lord farrquad each time i cut my hair. this trophy's for you my angel."

the crowd let out a collective "awww."

alessia blinked quickly, her arm tightening around her daughter's small frame. you, however, took it a very different way.

you raised both arms, looked out into the sea of fans, and shouted at full volume: "WHAT DO WE THINK OF TOTTENHAM?!"

there was a beat. silence. and then—absolute chaos. the crowd screamed back: "SHITE!"

you grinned like you'd just scored the winning goal in the champions league final.alessia closed her eyes as she couldn't believe you'd managed to turn such a sweet and wholesome moment into this. "oh my god."

"WHAT DO WE THINK OF SHITE?!"

"TOTTENHAM!"

"THANK YOU!"

katie dropped to her knees in laughter, rolling on the stage. "yes!, tiny! raise 'em right!"

"she's gonna be a menace at school on monday," leah whispered to alessia as she quickly planted a kiss to her cheek, smiling even as she wiped her eyes. "that's our child, by the way."

"don't remind me," alessia groaned playfully.

you stood proudly, clearly thinking you'd just saved the entire event. then you turned and waved dramatically at the crowd, your flag in one hand and your arms in the air.

"hi nonno!" you shouted. down by the front barricade, alessia's parents were in stitches. her dad had both hands up clapping. her mum had tears in her eyes, shaking her head.

"did you teach her that?" alessia called down to her brother giorgio, knowing it was right up his street of tricks.

"not guilty," he shouted holding his hands up in innocence. "that was all mccabe!”

"she's got lungs, i'll give her that," alessia's mum said, leaning over to wave. "you were never that loud."

"she's brave too," added alessia's dad. "the whole audience!"

you cupped your hands around your mouth. "mummy said i could swear once!"

"i said maybe in ten years," alessia corrected, exasperated, ruffling your hair as you held onto the barrier.

giorgio just laughed. "i think the mic picked that up."

"brilliant," alessia muttered, shifting you on your hip. "hope she enjoyed her fifteen minutes of fame — and grounding."

"no grounded," you said confidently. "m' a champion."

"your something alright."

back on stage, confetti cannons exploded again. you flung another handful over katie's head, which made her dramatically pretend to faint. emily made a face as she plucked glitter from her hair. kim just shook her head, sipping her drink.

"she's one of us now," steph said, watching the chaos.

"oh, she's captain material," leah added with a grin, still watching you fondly. "just give it fifteen years."

alessia glanced around at her teammates, her family, you — who now had the entire emirates wrapped around her finger.

in the background, the champions league trophy stood tall as it was passed around the group. but right now? that didn't matter nearly as much as your giggling frame in your mummy's arms.

because right now, the world belonged to arsenal... and you!

[callsign-rogueone]

Going off your wingleader!Liam idea… Liam and reader are third-years and total couple goals. A first year comes in and starts flirting with reader every time he sees her. He doesn’t know she’s dating his wingleader. She’s polite but doesn’t mention Liam.

One day during training the new guy is watching reader and running his mouth about how hot she is, nudging other guys in his squad and making all kinds of remarks, even going so far as to make a comment to Liam. Liam just smirks, showing off those cute little dimples, as reader walks over and kisses him in front of everyone. New guy just stares in absolute shock (and horror when he realizes the woman he’s been objectifying is his wingleader’s girl.) Need a fic like this immediately 😭

I love this so much. I don't have the bandwidth to write this into a whole chapter but I DO have ideas. so here they are. (future Liz here… I got very carried away. but it’s Liam, so it’s fine.)

this guy clearly thinks he's hot shit. not even bonded yet, but his ego is bigger than Tairn's. so of course he goes after you, a third year with a leadership position at the top of your class. (because Liam's girl is as perfect as him.)

at this point you're used to these boys coming in and trying to flex on everyone. so you know how to brush it off. it's so routine that you don't even mention it to Liam, because you've got more important things to do / discuss.

anyway.

a couple weeks go by of the same thing, until one day, mister confidence is just in the wrong place at the wrong time. running his mouth without realizing who's around him, watching you demonstrate something and making comments to his friends instead of paying attention. Liam's about to elbow him and tell him to shut up, and then he realizes that they're talking about you.

immediately, he's upset — he's just itching to tell this guy off, both for talking when he's supposed to be listening to directions that could save his life, and also for saying those things about you, making comments on your body and how much he wants to... you know what I’m getting at here. anyway.

you can see Liam standing at the back of the gym, can see the visible frustration on his face and the way his jaw is clenched, his shoulders tight and tense... and you know it's hard to upset our sunshine boy, so something bad must have happened.

you wrap up the demonstration, get the youngins paired up to work, and then you slip away to Liam and give him a little kiss, because that’s your default greeting, that’s just automatic at this point when you see him, and take his hand and ask what’s wrong.

and then all the stress and tension just fades out of him, and he gives you a genuine smile, pulls you closer and holds you in a way that makes it clear that you’re a couple.

normally he isn’t one for PDA, so you’re a little surprised, but you don’t question it at all, just happy to cuddle up with him, resting your head on his shoulder and taking a moment to relax — his presence is always so soothing, and you don’t get moments like this very often in your very busy days as a wingleader and a section leader.

you don’t even notice the boy’s slack-jawed look as he realizes that you have a boyfriend. you’re too busy appreciating the moment you get to spend with Liam — but over your shoulder, he’s definitely smirking at the kid, like… get fucked, she’s mine. not that our boy would ever say that. he’s just thinking it really hard.

he gets a little pouty once you're behind closed doors, though, and tells you about it.

you laugh, and remind him that the first year boys can look all they want, but he's the only one who can touch, and if they do, they're going to get their nose broken. and that he's the only one who can set foot in your room, because you absolutely warded them like Xaden and Violet's.

that pacifies him, but he’s still thinking about it for the rest of the day.

he doesn’t consider himself particularly possessive, but he realizes that he just wants people to know that you’re his — or more so that you’re together and in love, and you’re it for each other.

the pair of you have always been focused on the present, the incredibly stressful lives that you lead here at this death trap of a school. but now he starts really thinking about the future.

you’ll be graduating soon, a pair of lieutenants headed off… somewhere. he hasn’t decided yet. he’ll get his choice, being a wingleader. but what about you? section leaders aren’t promised anything. there’s only one other way to guarantee that you’ll stay together… and damn, does he like the idea of you having matching name patches on your flight jackets.

but you deserve a real proposal, a romantic one, not something rushed, decided out of practicality. and when is too soon in your relationship to talk about that? you’ve been together since your threshing, but it feels like a lot longer than that — everything you’ve endured has brought you closer, he supposes.

you curl further into his side with a sleepy hum. “what’s on your mind?”

he’s about to tell you it’s nothing, but you know him better than that. “you have that look on your face,” you mumble, your eyes still closed. “know you’re thinkin' about something.”

“about you," he answers honestly, lifting the arm you have slung around his waist and finding your hand, taking it in his. it fits perfectly, your skin smooth against the callouses and scars decorating his hands from years of making his carvings. a dangerous hobby, you’d joked. you have a point. he’s amassed more tiny injuries from his own knives than from anything Basgiath has put him through. “about us.”

“yeah?”

“yeah,” he answers, his thumb brushing over your ring finger, where a wedding band would go. “about the future.”

“two kids and a cat,” you murmur. “and trips to Morraine in the summer. rent a little house on the lake for a week or two, and just lay around.”

“sounds perfect.”

you just hum in reply, too tired to keep talking. Liam presses a kiss to your forehead, pulling the covers a little higher. “I love you.”

“Love y’too.”