#who knows LOL

[bi-writes]

Ooo ooo ooo know what I think Simon in MOB would love?? a fashion show after he picks up his girl from shopping. I mean she seems like the kinda of girl to show off what she got, cuz simply she’s just so excited and he’s just so grateful for a show from his little love

mail-order bride (18+)

it's always raining lately. the weather has been cooling as the winter months get closer, and the rain has been a constant reminder of the days coming that would be spent inside.

simon didn't mind spending time inside. he liked being inside, in his house, away from others. when he was home, it was just you there. thing 1 and thing 2 occasionally appear, but it's you that takes up the space in the kitchen watching your dough rise impatiently, you that takes up that corner spot on the couch with your favorite knit blanket with a terrible movie on. the sight of that, he'll never get over it--he'll never get used to the pretty girl that lives in his house and wears his ring and sleeps in his bed and says his last name when they ask her, "your name, ma'am?"

his phone buzzes in his pocket as he ducks his head to get into his truck. he pulls it out, sighing, starting up the car when he reads your message.

all done! waiting at the corner.

when he turns onto the main street, he sees you standing at the corner with your umbrella, waving at him with a big smile. he can't help the one that blooms under his mask; fuck, he's beaming whenever he looks at you.

he puts the car in park, coming out to greet you. you hop on your toes as he comes around the car, and he dips his head under the umbrella as you stand high on your toes and kiss him over his mask.

"simon--"

"missed ya."

"it's only been a few hours--"

"'s too cold ta be out 'ere, baby, let's get ya inside."

you hum as he smooths his hands over your jaw, giving you another kiss through the mask before picking up the shopping bags that you're holding. he takes the umbrella from you, holding it as he guides you off the curb and into the passenger side of the car. he smacks your ass gently as you hop up, and you squeak when you sit down, giggling as you push at his chest.

"simon!"

"wot? wot did i do?"

"you're a dog, i swear."

"dunno wot y'mean, baby, tha's my wife in my car, and she looks bloody lovely."

you bite your lip, shaking your head.

"get in the car, simon, jeez..." you whisper, but your mind is running, and simon is looking way too good in this leather bomber jacket get-up he decided to pull out today. fuck, his arms have never looked so big, have they? has he been working out more?

just as he leans in for more, you put a hand on his chest, smiling down at him.

"slow, down, simon..." you touch your nose to his. "i got a surprise for you. let's go home, hmm?"

simon always skirts over the speed-limit, but you hold his hand extra tight as he swerves a little more than usual on the way home.

when you make it inside the warmth of your house, simon helps you take your jacket and boots off, hanging everything by the door and ripping his mask off so he can bury his face in the crook of your neck and kiss you there, his words muffled as he tries to talk between kisses, as if not kissing you might deprive him of something as necessary as breath.

"wot's the surprise?" he whispers, and you turn around to face him, giggling as he cups your cheeks and kisses you firmly, on the mouth, feverish and eager. "taste like chocolate, buy some sweets while ya were out, did ya?"

"simon--"

"fuckin' hell, don't say my name like tha'," simon groans, backing you up until you hit the wall with a gentle thud. his hand slips into your hair to cushion it, his hand taking the weight of the wall as he kisses you again, harder this time. "so pretty, tell me--"

"simon!" you laugh, "just go sit down...sit, you're so impatient--"

he can't sit still. his knee is bouncing as he sits on the couch, and he sucks on his teeth as he watches the door of your bedroom. it's closed, and he can hear you moving around behind it. a few moments later, you open the door just slightly, poking your head out with a sheepish smile.

"ready, simon?"

"fuckin' hell, ready since the day i was born."

you swing open the door, bouncing into the living room. simon raises his fist to his mouth, biting on it, and he curses under his breath when he sees you wearing the most adorable dress he's ever seen.

it won't see the light of day for a few months since it's nearing winter, but you could wear it at home all you like (he hopes you wear it every fucking day).

it's cherry red. big fluffy skirt, made up of many layers. it's made of linen, with a sweetheart neckline and short sleeves, and it is perfectly tailored to you. simon closes his eyes for a moment, fuckin' get it together, mate, and when he opens them again, you're standing there in the living room, very sheepish, hands behind your back.

"do...do you like it?" you ask. "i...they had this dress there when i went a couple weeks ago, but none of them fit, so i...i asked if we could take my measurements, and..."

"jesus fuckin' christ," simon breathes, leaning his head back against the couch. "baby, please stop talkin'. just for a minute, olright?"

"oh...okay."

simon takes a deep breath. he raises his palms to his eyes, and he rubs them hard. he keeps his eyes closed as he shifts his hips, smoothing a big palm down his stomach before taking a look at you again. he groans a little when he sees you again, standing there all shy, timid, nervous.

"give me a spin, luv," simon murmurs. you take the hem of your skirt and do a small twirl for him, spinning on your toes in the living room. simon clenches his jaw as he watches the skirt flutter a little, the layers underneath swishing and then falling over your thighs again. simon adores a good skirt; it's his favorite thing in the world to put his hands up them, to fondle the lace or cotton of your panties underneath it, to watch your chest rise and fall in panting breaths when he takes you apart with his fingers. he's in love with the way your breasts will fill the neckline of your dress, practically spill over when you bend at the hip and present yourself for him.

christ, he needs to fuck you.

simon cups himself through his jeans, and he relishes in the way your eyes widen. he unbuckles his belt, popping the button and shoving his jeans down until they sit just low enough that he can take himself out. your knees buckle a little as you watch him, your lips parting as you stare at the way he spits into his hand and spreads his wet palm over the tip of him.

"simon," you whisper, your hands wringing together as he tilts his head to the side and smooths his hand down his length. he grunts, shaking his head.

"pull y'r dress down," he murmurs, and you grow warm all over. your toes curl a bit; he's so big, tip nice and wet and pink. the girth of him shocks you, but it's always felt so nice in your mouth. you know how good it'll feel inside you, when you sit on him finally, when he-- "pull it down, baby."

you swallow hard, slipping the sleeves down your shoulders a little. you push it down just a little, just until your tits fall over the neckline and spill out. simon groans loud, his hand moving just a little faster, his head shaking a little more.

"come 'ere, baby," he says lowly, patting his lap. "come 'ere, let me put my mouth on ya."

you walk over shakily, making your way to him. you put your hands on the back of the couch before you settle with both knees on either side of him. as soon as your tits dangle in his face, he's leaning up and sucking one of your nipples into his mouth. you gasp, arching your back, and even with your skirt covering your laps, you can still hear the wet slap, slap, slap of simon's wet palm frantically pumping his cock.

"fuck--fuck," simon croaks, letting your go. there's a bit of drool pooling along the side of his mouth, and he swallows it down before nodding towards you. "sit back, sweet'art, let me see--"

you put one palm on his knee, leaning back, and use your other hand to gather up your skirt and lift it. simon sucks on his teeth as he sees your cunt, wet panties sticking to it, and he moves his hand a little faster.

"please cum, simon," you beg, your fingers pushing your panties aside. his face falters a little, his hand moving just a little sloppier, and you whimper. "please--please give it to me--"

he lets out a low breath as he cums, aiming at your cunt and watching as he paints your folds. you use your fingers to spread it, dipping your fingers inside yourself with a whine before moving them against your clit gently. simon uses his other hand to grip your hip, drawing you just close enough that he can smooth his cock through your folds, spreading your slick and his own cum and making a mess between your thighs. he chuckles, hearing you cry out, and you meet his eyes with tears.

"just the tip," you beg, moving your fingers along your clit faster. simon grins, so mean, licking his lips. he makes no move to help you, but he doesn't put himself back in his pants, either. "simon, j-just the tip--c-can i have just the tip?"

"oh, just the tip, luvvie?" simon murmurs. "think ya can take it? just tha'?"

"please--!"

your fingers are in a frenzy. it's so close, you can feel it, that beautiful mountain, you're climbing it, clawing your way up, and you just need a little more.

"simon!"

you nearly fall backwards. if it wasn't for his hand gripping your hip, you would've, but he catches you easily, his brows furrowing together as the tip of him slips inside of you nice and easy. your hips jerk a bit, rolling as you use just that much of him inside of you to bring yourself closer and closer and closer--

"fuck," simon breathes when he feels you cum. you tighten, sucking him in just a little more as you spill around him. globs of sticky slick pool along his cock, and you use a shaky hand to grip him gently and keep him there. even with just the tip, it feels so nice to be connected to him, to have him inside you, even just a little. your brain feels fuzzy and warm, your legs feeling blissfully weak as your spine melts a little into his hand just enough. he leans you forward until you're resting on his chest, and you squeak when he slips out of you. simon wraps his arms around your waist to keep you close, and your eyes flutter shut as you mouth at his neck absentmindedly.

"can't wait for it," you whisper against his skin. he's hot there, a little sweaty, and you lick timidly up his jaw to taste him. he grips your hair tight, smiling, and he pulls you back just a little so he can look into your eyes.

"and wot are y'gonna wear when i finally have ya, aye?"

you smile back, giggling soft.

"absolutely nothing, of course."

[ooffmlsorry]

One Piece Men Dealing with a Dangerously Reckless S/O

context: by dangerously reckless I mean someone who never has a second thought about throwing themselves in harms way and doesn't care what it does to them

t/w: passive suicidality, self harm? (better safe than sorry) angst. Mentions of blood, injury, and death

LAW

It'd probably lead to a big argument where he threatens to kick you off his crew because losing you would legitimately be the death of him. He can't lose anymore people he loves to violence. When Bepo tells Law you didn't even hesitate to plunge into a thicket of razor wire to help your crew mates escape, it doesn't read as admirable to him. It reminds him too much of himself on Spider Miles. After he gets your side of the story, which pretty much confirms it, he doesn't talk to you at all while he cleans the mud and blood from your skin and stitches the slashes that cover you from head to toe. Normally, even if you've fallen asleep, he talks you through your treatment, but not after your stunts. He's that...scared? Angry? Distraught might be the right word. Every time you do something like this, he's speechless because his thoughts are racing with the reality of losing you. He feels sick to his stomach. On nights like these, he doesn't know whether to sleep far away from you or hold you so close to him you can't breathe.

LUFFY

At first, Luffy doesn't care. He has the utmost faith in his crew, and they put themselves in harms way all the time! Getting injured is just being a pirate sometimes! That's pre-timeskip. Post-timeskip Luffy still has a lot of faith in his crew and a lot of faith in his ability to protect his crew, but he's...different. He believes things are always going to work out no matter what and if they don't he'll make them, but sometimes he wakes up in the middle of night and stares at you, tracing all the scars you've gotten from one fight or another. And then the what-ifs begin to creep in and the nightmares start. After literally diving into a sea king to retrieve Nami's log pose and Chopper has patched you up yet again, you wake up to Luffy calling out for you in his sleep, sweat dampening his hair and his face twisted in fear. You soothe and shush him until his breathing evens out, but he holds you tighter still. It's not in his nature to "bench you" or doubt your strength just because he's in love with you. That would be controlling and doubting you, and he would never do that. But that doesn't mean Zoro and Sanji don't take notice, even if Luffy won't say anything they make it extremely hard for you to pull off any careless "heroics."

ZORO

Much like Luffy, Zoro doesn't think much of it for a while for the same reason. This is the guy that was completely ready to cut his own legs off, after all. But that doesn't mean it doesn't concern him, especially because you don't seem to have a rhyme or reason for all the shit you pull. And he would say something to you about it. Maybe not directly after you jumped straight into Marine gunfire to cover a little girl, he just wants you to be alive at that point. But after days of taking care of you as your wounds slowly heal, after he's certain you're not going anywhere this time, he'd make sure the two of you are somewhere alone and quiet to talk. As far as Zoro's concerned not going down without a fight is completely fine, dying for your dream isn't considered giving it up, but acting like it isn't a possibility is stupid. And he'd tell you as much. For most of this he wouldn't be able to look at you, just because if he does fear is going to take hold of him, but for that last bit he would. Zoro would search your eyes hoping you understand what he's saying. He'll tie you to the ship if he has to, he'd do anything if it saves you from being so stupid as to forfeit your dreams.

SABO

Dying for the cause is par for the course. It's a grim reality that Sabo begrudgingly accepts, although he does have a bit of youthful naivety that it won't ever happen to anyone. He won't ever believe the revolution isn't worth it, but you do make him question it for the first time. He loves you so much he has to compare you to the whole world for a moment, and that's one of the worst thoughts he's ever had. Because the whole world still wins. The guilt would eat him alive until he blows up (somewhat literally) at you for drinking the last of a rare poison to keep it out of the enemy's hands. Angry tears roll down Sabo's cheeks. When he yells at you, he's shaking with anger and fear. It's not up to him, but he doesn't object when you're completely benched while you recover and for a little longer after that. It takes a while for him to no longer angry and scared out of his mind, but once he is he's back to himself. If can visit you every day he will. He has hope for the world's future, and hope for yours too. He's not leaving either behind.

[bumblehoneybee]

Okok so I saw that you wanted Knuckles requests and I have some capital “A” Angst if you’re up for it!!

What would happen in a scenario where Knuckles is forced to chose between his beloved, and the Master Emerald? Especially if his S/o - perhaps bloodied and beaten - is demanding he chose the Emerald over them because he’s “got a fucking job to do.”

AUGH I’m sorry, the angst is flowing rn- have an awesome day/night!!

Don't Touch

"Don't touch it." You said, voice cutting through the air like a knife. Everyone jerked back, surprised that you could make such a sound, make such an angry coldness coat your voice. Your face was just as cold. "Don't touch it."

It was golden and shimmering in the light that pierced through the rocky ceiling above. Something like this, buried deep underground, held obvious value. Knuckles was excited to see it, as was Sonic and Tails, the trio eager and interested to figure out what this new strange floating liquid gold thing was.

You, on the other hand, hung back with Amy, eyes flitting between the golden mass molding about midair and the various carvings that decorated the wall. Depictions of something long lost, people forgotten to time, they unnerved you.

The writings, the symbols, you didn't quite understand them, but you knew that most likely, they meant this new treasure was bad, bad news.

"O-kay?" Sonic drawled out, an amused if perturbed brow cocked your way. He didn't know you to be so. . . serious. "Why?"

"It doesn't seem safe." Amy piped up for you. "It shouldn't be able to move like that on its own."

"The emeralds can as well." Knuckles countered.

"The emeralds are jewels." You say, backing away. "This thing is. . . alive."

"Technically the emeralds are too. . ." Knuckles murmured. Sonic shrugged at him, running a loop around the pedestal the golden glob floated above. "What shall we do then? Leave it?"

"I could make something to contain it." Tails offered. His tails spun him up to get a more aerial view. An obvious stress coated you, body tensed and twitching like you were expecting the treasure to attack Tails. "It would take a few days, but it would solve the issue with not touching it."

"An issue only to our newest member." Sonic teased, nudging you with his elbow. You jumped, not noticing his approach. "What's got you so uptight? Aren't you excited to see your first treasure hunt be so successful?"

Any answer you could conjure up was lost on the tip of your tongue. You didn't know how to explain the foreboding sense of doom you felt looking at this treasure, but it rocked you to your very core. It wasn't doing anything out of the ordinary, still twisting and melding like it did when you all first entered, but still. . .

You felt scared.

And it was obvious to everyone. When Sonic's gentle ribbing didn't ease your mind, he grew a bit doubtful. Knuckles too was losing interest in the treasure in favor of aiding your distress. Luckily you seemed to relax as he approached, leaving only Tails near the globby gold.

"Like I said," the little fox dropped down before you, and your shoulders sank, "I can make something and-"

In the blink of an eye, everything went golden.

Everything felt. . . muffled, but your chest screamed in agony. Piercing pain rocked up and down your spine, like you were stabbed right in the heart. It hurt terribly, but your throat was too clogged to cry out. You couldn't even claw at yourself, to try and escape the muffled pain that was sinking into your very bones, cause your arms were lax and useless.

And you couldn't breathe.

Knuckles' immediate reaction to watching whatever that gold shit was pierce through your chest was to punch it, but the liquid metal easily cradled his fist and sent him flying back. He could hear the others crying out, a mix of your name and exclamations of what wasn't working on the new found monster, but over all that he could hear the sound of you choking.

And you were, stood there gilded and losing shape fast. Your body drowned in shimmering yellow, giving rise to a new figure, bulging and bulky, with red eyes that surveyed the scene around it. Soon, a smile cracked across its face.

Then Sonic slammed into its side. A distinct hiss rang out from the beast, a crater in its body from where Sonic hit. It sizzled a weak blue color from his strength and power, but quickly refilled its shape.

It gave Knuckles an idea of its weakness, however, and he called out to the others. "Fire! It can't take the heat!"

"Already on it!" Tails replied, readying some large gun Knuckles didn't see him pack for the trip. A wall of flames spewed from the tip. The beast shrieked at the heat, slithering away, towards the wall. "Get back here!"

Tails gave chase, flying up towards the open ceiling while the rest raced to climb up after. Upside, in the sunlight, the creature shined bright enough to blind. Knuckles squinted against the sheen, watching it twist into the air with a crackling laugh.

You were inside it. This bastard had taken you hostage, and was now-

"It's headed for Angel Island!" Amy cried, pointing to the streak of gold now tearing through the sky. "Knuckles-"

"Get something to contain it!" He demanded, already racing towards the nearest teleporter to take him back home.

"Knuckles and I will protect the emerald!" Sonic shouted, volunteering himself as aid, to Knuckles' half buried irritation.

"And we're going to save them!" Knuckles snapped back. "Even if it kills you."

"Kills me!?"

Knuckles didn't spare a response.

By the time the pair made it to the island, the monster was already circulating the emerald. Something appeared to hold it back from consuming the gem, allowing Sonic an opening to slam into the beast once again, knocking it away from the alter.

Were you in there? Were you fighting? Were you alive?

Knuckles threw himself into battle. He caught Sonic on his recoil, throwing the hedgehog back at the monster. The extra momentum made a deep impact, but also meant that Sonic was thrown across the island, hopefully aimed for land. Knuckles didn't have time to check as he blocked whips of golden goo from splitting his face in half.

He threw punches back at the beast, fighting through the uncomfortable vibrations that shook through his arms. But all the while, he couldn't help but wonder: was this hurting you? The monster shuddered and bent beneath his attacks, but didn't seem to feel them. Were you feeling them? Was he hurting you?

A rouge tendril of gold whipped out, clipping Knuckles on side and spilling the first blood onto the ground. He grunted in pain, scolding himself for getting distracted, only to balk at the splat of the beast hitting the floor.

It was as sudden as your devouring. The beast shuddered, whining in a high pitched cry of a voice. It lowered towards the ground, melting into more of a tall blob, but before Knuckles could throw a punch, it opened.

The golden, metallic flesh peeled back, exposing you amongst the amalgamation. Your eyes were bloodshot, exhausted. There were veins of gold webbed to your body; were they draining your energy? Your life?

“Knuckles,” you croaked out, and he hated how his name sounded like it was being peeled off of your throat, “it’s okay.”

“It’s NOT okay!” Knuckles shouted back at you. His hands clenched and unclenched into fists, unsure of what to do, how to protect you.

“It’s okay.” You murmured, quieter now. A hand strung up in strings of gold reached out. Knuckles knew better than to touch — he had seen how that horrid thing swallowed you whole — but he couldn’t stop himself from leaning into your cold palm. “Don’t worry about me. Protect the emerald.”

Knuckles whined your name, struck by the lump in his throat.

“Do your job.” You said, almost scolding him. A worn out smile crossed your face, only to be swallowed as the monster collapsed around you.

Rage burned through Knuckles. This thing had eaten you, was hurting you, and by Chaos, was he going to save you. He could hear the yell of Sonic, racing back to the battlefield, hear the distant whir of machines that indicated more allies on the way.

The beast made a lunge for the emerald. Knuckles intercepted it, and thus the all-out brawl started once again.

[spittyfishy]

I’ve been wanting to redraw the Protagonists group shot since finally knowing who Komaru is and I finally did it! It was super fun to draw them all together!

[jackburtonsays]

You know what surprises me around these parts? Not seeing more posts about audio erotica. As a user of the good Christian app Quinn, I’m genuinely surprised I don’t see posts about the audios or the voice actors. That seems like it should be right up the Tumblr alley

Maybe because you have to pay for it? I get that but I am genuinely curious if any of my friends here use it. I know one of you stone cold weirdos does but anyone else? I’m mainly asking because sometimes I wanna discuss these motherfuckers and their voices because GOTDAMN audios.

Stay fresh cheesebags ✌🏽

[verianal]

can you draw dnp with a cat AND a dog? if you can and want of course

Here u go anon ^^ !!

[loverofpiggies]

By the way, for those interested!

I am *definitely* gonna make a printed version of the Winter King comic. Thinking the first volume will be the first 4 chapters, maybe 5?

I'm already working a little on the files.

Also since I'm APPARENTLY terrible with naming things, I've been leaning towards Utopia, or Winter Paradise. I wanted to try and use bits from Winter King's song, and I've considered 'Making Something Wonderful' too.

[ceabu]

@gamkarsecretsanta !! sweet sweet kingdomstuck pale gamkar for @rusubble :o)

[dailyhtfboards]

Day 78

Today’s board is:

Tada!!

(From TV episode 7B Hole Lotta Love)

[loreandletters]

WarTrophy!Sokka snippet...

tysm! 12yr lore would have loved to read this lmao and yeah, Zuko def deserved that hit, what was he thinking saying all that? (also apologies if i didn't reblog this right? haven't been on tumblr that long)

Speaking of snippets, I have been finding all these little scenes littered through out my old docs. (i feel like an archaeologist rn) I didn't think about posting it until I read ur tags lol thanks for the idea!

Warning, some of the writing had a few months in between (I think this was around the time I got super sick) so there'll be difference in quality. lol I'm really enjoying all this tbh, very nostalgic for me :)

(fic in question)(this comes right off the 2nd chapter lol)

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Sokka woke up in pain and decided that it was a good enough excuse to start brooding up a storm.

A traitor. Him? Was their defeat so inconceivable that Zuko had gotten amnesia? (totally possible by the way, Zuko was dramatic enough for it) It’s not like Sokka hadn’t spent, oh, nearly ten years trying to prove otherwise. Honestly, aside from the color of his eyes, what about him screamed Water Tribe? 

Sokka couldn’t stand the cold. He loved the smell of a fresh fire, and yeah he complained, but sometimes he was more faithful to Agni’s rites than Zuko was. When the chill came at night, he made sure to wear double layers, and when they re-entered warmer waters, he breathed a sigh of relief. He can’t remember a time when he didn’t like spicy food, he embraced their festivals (even the one that celebrated the fall of the Airbenders), and wearing anything other than red felt wrong. To put it simply: everything about Sokka was Fire Nation, down to the lingo, down to the bone. Just not the eyes.

And his family? His parents were a faded memory. Yes, he hadn’t wanted to leave (what did they expect, raids and children didn’t exactly mix well!), but obviously that wasn’t still true. He had plenty of chances to run back ‘home,’ but he never did. 

The more he thought about it the angrier he got.

He’d followed his prince in his banishment, sworn fealty to the royal family, and accepted all the burdens that came with it. If he were born with golden eyes, people would be envious of him. No one would even think to call him a dog or a savage - he would just be Sokka. Not even that! His name would be different, less strange and so obviously foreign.

Damn you, Lady Ursa. Lu Ten. Sokka thought viciously, hot tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. If only you had just let me die back then.

That had to be easier, right? His heart was burning with the anger, but underneath it bubbled a sickening kind of grief. His chest hurt, like a knife twisting round and round and round. Almost ten years of loyalty, and what did he get but Zuko screaming all of his insecurities to his face?

Azula was right. Sokka was way too stubborn for his own good. Even now, he didn’t know if he was more upset with the prince or the fact Zuko might just kick him off the crew all together. Where would he even go? Sokka didn’t want to leave - he wanted another chance. He wanted to see Zuko home like he swore. (he wanted to go home too. The Fire Nation may have taken from him, but it had given him so much more in return)

Sokka scrubbed at his face, drawing deep, steading breaths so as to try and kill the sob building in his chest. Zuko was so lucky, he was so fuckin’ lucky that Sokka loved him this much. He was lucky that his mom had saved Sokka, ripped his chest open and tricked him into caring for her kids. And that Lu Ten had instilled such a deep love for the Fire Nation, that Sokka never even thought twice about returning ‘home.’ war

If they hadn’t, then Sokka would have left Caldera the night Ursa died and never looked back.

[vegasvictor]

you don't belong in a wasteland — a robert house playlist (spotify | youtube)

i have seen the future - shock narcotic | one point perspective - arctic monkeys | goodbye, apathy - onerepublic | neon rust - frank carter & the rattlesnakes | survival - muse | robots don't cry - no more kings | light up the night - the protomen | oh dear brother - howard | the whole world and you - tally hall | i am my own muse - fall out boy | i have friends in holy spaces - panic! at the disco | new machines - vinyl theatre | stipulation - go! child | a good song never dies - saint motel | hotel california - eagles | goodbye mr a - the hoosiers | unintended - matt bellamy | science fiction - arctic monkeys

[writingsbymo-mo]

Santa Claus is Coming to Town

Ran Haitani x f!Reader

Merry Christmas everyone 💕

A little suggestive, just a teeny bit

Note: Kids are mentioned

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You jolted from your position on the couch from a loud ruckus coming near the tree. "Shit!" You heard a familiar voice from over there. Of course, it was Ran...dressed in a Santa suit? When did he get that?

"Shhh, Ran, you're going to wake the kids! I thought you were asleep already." You whispered.

He stepped over to you and leaned in to give you a quick peck on the lips, tasting of the crumbs of cookies he just ate. "It'll be fine, darling. Why else would I be dressed like this, no?"

You sighed with a smile, placing a hand over your face. "I mean yeah, they'd be screaming with joy that's for sure but I don't know how they'll react if they see you kissing me," you teased as you poked m his stomach that clearly had a pillow stuffed under the red coat.

His arms snaked under you and hoisted you up. "Hmmm, I think we can just tell them Santa also had a gift for mommy this year."

Your face burned as you covered it with your hands. "Oh god, Ran!"

"Come on, let's get you to bed. We have a looong night waiting for us," he whispered huskily in your ear.

And next thing you know, you're both being woken up by your kids jumping on the bed, yelling "mommy" and "daddy" wanting to open presents at five in the morning.

Even so, the night was still worth the time.

[cnwolf-brainrot]

Kurt Wagner and Names

Just some headcanons/observations about Kurt Wagner and names because has anyone else noticed that he very rarely gets called by name? Seriously in any version the name "Kurt" is rarely mentioned.

So here's some thoughts I have about that:

Kurt appreciates when people call him by name. He likes his nicknames of course, but he's spent his whole like getting called things like "demon" "freak" "blue boy", etc. When people actually take the time to call him by his real name, he notices and appreciates it.

In a similar vein, he takes the time to call others by their names. He doesn't like using his friend's superhero names unless they're actively in the field because he feels like using the hero names can become dehumanizing.

He's also really good at remembering names.

As much as he appreciates his real name being used, he associates certain nicknames with certain people to the point that those nicknames are almost more impactful than his name. For example when Logan calls him "elf" it's something specific to them, and thus means more to him.

Idk those were just some thoughts I had based off of observations

[centaurisart]

An artwork i did for an art project in college. And is a humanization of Windblade and Metroplex in edo period type of style and clothing, well for the art project i need to talk about Ukiyo-e art time period so ye!

Lil doodle of them two below lol

[bombshellsandbluebells]

Lumon is working with human consciousnesses, there's the "branch transfer" protocal, throwing my wildest theory out now that Ms. Huang is an adult consciousness in a child's body

[skyloftian-nutcase]

The Spirit Dragon

“Legend says that once every few thousand years, a spiritually adept princess of Hyrule can see a legendary dragon high in the sky, far above the clouds. People say it is a protector of Hyrule, and every time a Hero is born it sheds a tear.”

Referenced heavily from this beautiful art.

Clearly the art I worked off of is of the Light Dragon, so hence the head shape and pattern is the same, but I cannot just conjure beauty out of thin air unfortunately as I am no artist lol.

It ain’t great but I was pretty proud of this one :) I can’t quite get the colors I want, but it’s good enough. He’s supposed to have like beige/off-white scales, and I kind of got that color but not quite 🤷🏻‍♀️ his horns are supposed to look like crystalline feathers and be the exact hue of the goddess cubes in Skyward Sword. Also I’m pretty proud of his ear shape, I wanted to emphasize Sky’s curved ears and how they’re different from all the others. :)

Just ignore his sad little claws lol