#verse; default

[weirdo09]

estas bien, mami?(gn)

a miles g/prowler! miles x reader

requested by anonymous

warnings:

teasing to the point of short term periods of not eating

slight eating disorder

possibly sensitive topics

tooth rotting fluff

annoying brothers

any of these seems uninteresting to you, don’t read.

you know how your younger brother can say stupid shit at times but you really didn’t think it affected you until that day. every now and then, you’d get little comments from your brother like “oh, she’s eatin’ again? fattie.” or “why do you eat up all the food?” it didn’t really effect you, all it did was annoy you but as it persisted, the more you started to wonder if he was actually right.

the first time he ever said anything was at a cookout with your extended family in georgia. you were on your second plate of food when you heard him and your boy cousins snicker bout how much you were eating. “look, watch out! y/n’s gonna leave us hungry with the way she’s eatin’!” they said, you just rolled your eyes and went to sit with your other cousins. it was nothing but a harmless joke at the time.

the second time was when you and him were at the dinner table. “you sure you wanna eat all that? i mean, you look pretty big already.” he whispered past you, getting his fill on mac n cheese and chicken. you huffed and put up the finger, your momma scolded you and sent you upstairs to finish your dinner. “estúpido.” you said under your breathe, that you learned from miles. (y’all aren’t dating officially yet) that night, you didn’t eat as much as you normally did but it wasn’t like anyone would notice, right?

the third time was when you two were over a friend’s house, your momma forced you to bring your brother over for ‘quality time’ or some shit. as you left downstairs to eat, he popped up, snickering with your friend’s brother. “look at the hippo!” they squealed, unfortunately your friend and her mom barely heard so your mood was officially ruined for the rest of the night. you eat a moderate size amount of food and you would soon suffer the consequences for your stomach growled most of the time there.

the fourth and final time before the ‘day’, was the day after getting back from your friend’s house. you didn’t even bother getting breakfast not like your family cared, apparently. you went down for lunch and got a apple while your brother was staring at you.

“all for today, hippo?” he asked, you nodded and ran up the stairs. you walked over to the bathroom, you decided to weigh yourself just out of curiosity. surprisingly, you lost 20-25 pounds in the last week. the last time you weighted yourself, you were 199 lbs. you thought about going lower, maybe then he would stop picking on you. so you decided you go down to 160, losing 39 pounds was easy.

as the weeks passed, you were getting slimmer and slimmer. you smiled at the console of getting skinny, you weren’t an ideal type for boys. maybe then they’d start to notice you. your mom also made quick remarks about your unknown weight loss and about how she was so proud that you stopped eating as much. you weighted yourself and saw that you slimmed down to 146.

‘yes!’ you thought, you were finally perfect. or should you go lower? ‘do it, y/n.. you know you want to..’ a voice said creepily, you shivered. you got off the scale and made way to your room. that was a strange thought but you managed to look past it. you thought about it for hours, it was slowly eating away at you. 1-2 weeks later, you were down 130. you felt tired but happy.

after that, you were getting more and more exhausted. simple tasks began to take a toll on you. one day, ‘the day’, you went on the scale and passed out. you woke up, laying on the bathroom floor. you tried to get up but you were too tired. then you thought about calling miles, ‘he wouldn’t want to see you… not when you look so ugly, so disgusting… you should be ashamed..’ the voice said again.

going against it, you rang up miles. “què pasa, mami?” he asked, you sighed deeply. “nothin, could y-y-you come over? i wanna see you.” you said, gasping for air. “alrigh’, ma, hang on tight.” he said, hanging up. you passed out again.

“hey, mrs. [last name], you do know where y/n is?” miles asked, the lady shook her head. “maybe try in her room?” she suggested, he thanked her. he walked up the stairs and made way to your bedroom before he saw the bathroom door open with you lying on the floor. miles stared in concern and walked towards you. “mami? puedes oírme?” miles asked, shaking your body for a response. “nnghhh…” you groaned, “stop shaking me!” you said in annoyance, miles pulled you into a hug.

“ma, estás viva!” miles exclaimed, holding you close and smiling down at you. “yeah? i’m fine, miles.” you said, staying in his hold a little longer before attempting to get up. you fell before miles caught you. “estas bien, mami?” miles asked, worried. you looked down at your body and began to tear up, “no, miles, no, i’m not ok..” you whispered, miles picked you bridal style and walked downstairs.

gladly, there was no one there to stop him from taking you to his house because best believe he would fight if he had to. you hid in his chest most of the way there. once you got there, miles made way to his room and closed the door with his foot. he placed you down on his bed.

“mind tellin me why i found you on the floor passed out?” he asked, staring into your eyes. “i just tryna ‘ose a few pounds, ‘s all..” you mumbled, miles frowned. “mila, mi vida,” he began to say, getting down on his knees to hold your hands. “eres tan hermosa, mi niña bonita.” he finished, kissing up your arms to your lips. it was short and sweet.

you started to tear up again, miles frowned deeply. “ah, mami, no lloles, pol favol, odio verte molesto…” he said, rocking you in his arms. the two of you ended up cuddling, miles hummed a song softly to you while tracing your face. you lied against him, content. “who said that you needed to lose weight?” miles asked, his demeanor changing slightly though he still traced your face with his finger.

“uhm, no one-.” you began to say when miles shot you a “tell me the truth or i’ll fight a random nigga” look. you sighed, “my brother..” you spat out, miles stopped tracing your face to look at you properly. “and my mom, a bit.” you confessed, miles’ usual warm hazel eyes turned cold. “you’re with me for a few days, mami, ok?” he said, though it sounded more of a command. you nodded, rio’s cooking was amazing. “good..” miles whispered, kissing your cheek. you cheesed softly. “estás a salvo conmigo, niña..” he whispered in your ear, him speaking spanish always made you fall head over heels.

translations-

què pasa, mami? - what’s up, mommy?

mami? puedes oírme? - mommy? can you hear me?

ma, estás vivas! - ma, you’re alive!

estás bien, mami? - are you ok, mommy?

mira, mi vida - look, my life

eres tan hermosa, mi niña bonita - you are so beautiful, my pretty girl

ah, mami, no llores, por favor, odio verte molesto.. - ah, mommy, please don’t cry, i hate to see you upset..

estás a salvo conmigo, niña.. - you’re safe with me, baby girl

[b00rad]

The name is Eddie Brock

I was infected by an Alien Symbiote

And together, we are the one and only

VENOM

[julesdap]

It’s my truth against yours. Are you feeling confident?

[ballgagboy]

I've never seen anyone talk about these, so I assume most people just never saw, but on the heretic Instagram, before the film came out, they gave the sisters each their own verses from scripture:

For Paxton:

Psalm 46:5 - "God is within her, she will not fall; God will help her at break of day"

For Barnes:

Proverbs 31:25 - "She is clothed with strength and dignity, and she laughs without fear of the future"

[deadn30n]

the   hand   curled   around   cheng   luan's   hilt   is   so   tight   his   knuckles   have   turned   white.   with   a   scowl   etched   into   his   features,   it's   clear   that   whatever's   on   Liu   Qingge's   mind   right   now,   it   isn't   in   Shen   Qingqiu's   favour.    “   Shen   Qingqiu.   ”    he   uses   his   full   name.   his   voice   is   cold,   emotionless,   devoid   of   empathy.   he   stands   tall    –    an   impressive   statue,   as   if   carved   from   ancient   stone.    “   after   everything…   are   you   still   planning   on   returning   to   him?   after   what   he   did   to   your   corpse--   ”    Liu   Qingge   stiffened,   the   line   of   his   jaw   tightening   as   he   grit   his   teeth   with   supressed   rage.   he   doesn't   want   to   fight   Shen   Qingqiu   if   he   can   help   it,   but   he   can't   just   turn   a   blind   eye   as   the   fool   goes   walking   right   back   into   the   arms   of   someone   as   vile   as   Luo   Binghe.   he   fails   to   understand   the   appeal    –    aside   from   being   his   most   cherished   disciple,   why   does   he   want   to   be   by   his   side?   why   hasn't   he   renounced   him   yet?   more   than   that,   Liu   Qingge   can   feel   his   heart   shattering    –    he's   been   chasing   after   Shen   Qingqiu   for   all   these   years,   silent,   an   unfailing,   ever   present   ghost   at   his   side.   he's   protected   him   from   the   worst,   has   faced   Luo   Binghe   in   countless   battles   just   to   retrieve   his   corpse    –    so   why?   why   can't   he   see?   all   of   his   inner   turmoil   remains   just   that:   not   an   ounce   of   it   drains   into   his   stony   features.   as   much   as   he   wants   to   reach   out   and   embrace   Shen   Qingqiu,   the   only   thing   he   can   do   is   unsheath   Cheng   Luan   by   two   inches,   indicating   his   intentions.   i   can't   let   you   leave   me   again.   don't   make   me   do   this,   Shen   Qingqiu.   don't   make   me   hurt   you   just   to   get   you   to   stay.

@altarfates ╏ shen qingqiu

[shhhsoftnwet]

Sometimes all a bad bitch want is a silly little short king 👹❤️‍🔥

[stelliferousduo]

"Nine months in my womb making /me/ suffer..."

"And she looks just like her dad!"

;;ooc: Had to make a parody with my xlmi lovechild based on this meme which I'm seeing all over twt. xD Especially since Xinyue does look just like her dad and Lumi is not all too stoked about it since in this AU, she's trying to forget about him lol.

[estarion]

wip ; verse posters i've been working on for a century .. . .

[stadam]

lowkey want an au in which adam survives the finale but gets demoted / a dishonorable discharge or something, u know, for the war crimes :) so he can have his deranged, spiraling-into-madness arc :)

[pharaoh-npcs]

The Pharaoh's Companions

An ask/drabble blog containing characters from the Yu-Gi-Oh! series but revolving around Atem @sennenpharaoh - All penned by Nikki, 30+

Dark/Angst heavy blog

No minors

Rules/introductions in pinned

[accultant]

thinking about iago as a companion ever since I saw puck's recruitment

You can find Iago at the last light inn after the Marcus fight, regardless of if Isobel is taken or not (though, they will congratulate the heroes and buy them a round of drinks if Last Light is saved). They will pose as another refugee and there is a passive perception check to see if you can recall seeing them before. On a fail, you get a headache from studying their face too hard.

You can also find Iago in Moonrise Towers before the Marcus fight where they are throwing a shriveled tadpole for Steelclaw to play fetch with. Trying to initiate dialogue with them here will generate a random excuse as to why they are "busy," leave the conversation, and they'll be unapproachable after that point. They will still meet you again after the Marcus fight, but pretend not to recall ever meeting you before and double down on the refugee claim.

You'll be able to actually recruit them in the first combat you get into after this encounter, in which they will aid you, having followed your party. They'll ask to join in order to help stop the absolute and to find someone they've lost.

If you do not recruit Iago here or if you never initiate the fight with Marcus, you will find their body discarded behind the altar when you confront Orin at the Bhaal Temple. From them, you can loot a tooth earring and a letter to their brother that is too bloodied to read.

[sharpsuite]

BONUS PROMPT FOR @cartelheir bc i love vivi and wish to spoil:

↳ NONVERBAL MEMES ↳ [ nap ] for your muse to fall asleep against mine

   Chishiya stares with BARELY concealed surprise as he feels Pat slump against him, burying her head against his shoulder. This doesn’t happen to Chishiya. People don’t so much as reach out to touch his shoulder or arm to pass by, let alone fall asleep against him. It’s like they can all see the void that he is, that there’s something wrong. He swallows down the bitter sensation that threatens to crawl out of his chest like ROT easing through cracks in the wall and focuses on the warmth and weight at his side. Pat is here and she’s fast asleep against him.

   He doesn’t know what to do about that really. Does he stay? Does he try to move her to a more comfortable position? Wake her? He tosses the lattermost option out before the thought is even done. She’d looked exhausted even before she fell asleep, like what rest she had been getting had been stressful. He cranes his head a little bit to study her face. She looks PEACEFUL like this. Probably one of if not the most peaceful he’s seen her since – ever really. Certainly since they'd returned from the borderlands and since her husband was dead and seeking refuge with him. It’s strange to come to terms with the thought someone can look at him and feel safe enough to sleep. It’s also strange to come to terms with the thought he’d once asked her to not leave him as he bled out. Strange, but not bad.

    Uncertainty ensures that each movement he makes is slow so as not to disturb her. He doesn’t have any reference for this situation. He’s never cuddled with someone, never fell asleep against his mom or had any friends. But he doesn’t want her uncomfortable now or later. He takes a very GRADUAL approach to shifting her off the sharp edge of his shoulder and towards the edge of his chest in front of the scapula, brown eyes focused as he makes sure not to wake her. She doesn’t wake, and he hesitates with a now semi-free arm. What does he do now? It makes him feel stupid, because no normal person would struggle with this. But HE does. Is he doing this right? Wrong? There’s no guide to tell him, no mathematical equation that offers a simple solution in the form of quantitative data. 

  He reaches down and gently pulls the blanket up further to keep her warm, head tilted to the side to keep track of her breathing and making sure he hasn’t woken her. It’s a TEMPORARY relief from the dilemma of what to do. It’s over too fast and leaves Chishiya right back where he started. Ever so slowly he lowers his hand, as if he’s afraid to get BURNED, until he’s gently resting an arm around her. The burning isn't quite imaginary though. It takes him a moment to realize that it's his lungs burning ; he has been holding his breath the whole time since he lowered his hand. It’s RIDICULOUS and he can’t help rolling his eyes at himself over how absurd he’d behaving. ( Except it's not that absurd, because this isn’t natural for him and it takes time to learn. ) She seems more comfortable like this at least so he takes that as a sign he did something right.

   His free hand reaches for the remote and he turns off the television, plunging the living room into a comfortable darkness. It feels a bit better, where his struggles aren’t as OBVIOUS. He’s always hated failing, not being good enough at something. It’s never been something like this though ; only a skill he hadn’t yet learned or a branch of knowledge he’d never pursued. Not basic interactive skills. His mouth twitches slightly at the thought and he focuses instead on the steady breathing and peaceful quiet.

   Maybe he should sleep too, but sleep didn’t feel anywhere near close to happening. His free hand lingers by his side before Chishiya lifts it to gently comb through her hair, chin hesitantly resting against the crown of her head. It’s REPLICATION – remembering what she’d done and mimicking it to the best he can. Tentative touch turns a bit more confident with time, more stable than the flighty feather-light nature of it before. It’s nice. It’s terrifying. He's not sure what he's going to do when she wakes up.

   He turns his head to the side so his cheek rests against her head and watches the gradual change of night to morning through the blinds. 

[rengineer]

> Dell Conagher. > Status: UNKNOWN. > Last Seen: Hosted a Smissmas Party in Carrier. Have not been responding to any incoming calls and stopped showing up to work.

[tenebriism]

Imagine you get contracted to be someone's Sugar Baby and it ends up being KaibaCorp CEO and Billionaire Seto effin' Kaiba.

[deadn30n]

🌿、· ⋆ 。 starter call ╏ @venstm

Shen   Qingqiu   sits   precariously   on   his   knees   behind   his   desk.   in   front   of   him   sits   a   freshly   brewed    &&    still   steaming   cup   of   green   tea,   but   he   can't   bring   himself   to   enjoy   it.   today,   he   finds,   is   one   particularly   hot   day   that   has   him   fanning   himself   just   to   ward   off   the   sweat   beading   on   his   forehead.   he   attempts   to   maintain   his   dignified   appearance   the   best   that   he   can,   but   he   knows   that   sooner   or   later…   it's   going   to   crumble.   he   just   hopes   that   no   one   will   see   that,   and   not   especially   his   most   treasured   disciple.   because   he   knows   damn   well   the   minute   he   shows   any   signs   of   discomfort,   Bing   He   will   be   on   top   of   him   like   a   fly   on   shit,   and   for   once   Shen   Qingqiu   really   wants   breathing   room    (    probably   because   it's   so   damn   hot   and   binghe   is   much   too   large   for   his   own   good    ).    i'll   die!   he   thinks   to   himself.   i'll   suffocate   and   overheat   and   die   if   he   touches   me!   he's   too   big!   he   gives   off   too   much   heat!   his   internal   laments   continue   well   into   the   peaceful   afternoon    –    knowing   damn   well   that   Binghe   is   going   to   show   up   at   any   given   moment   because   he   can't   be   away   from   his   precious   Shizun's   side   for   more   than   five   minutes   before   metaphorically   flattening   like   an   anthill   being   stepped   on,   and   crying.

[badnikbreaker]

anyway like this for a maria starter im goin crazy