#anon asks

[sugoi-writes]

Funny prompt where you shake your butt on Alastor!

Oh darlin... you dunno what you're doing to me. Vdusjsusjsjs. (Some of accent is hard for me to write... I may make a voice recording tomorrow to convey what the drawl might sound like, as a person from good-ole-Louisiana)

DRUNK DANNY ASKS, AGAIN. BECAUSE I CANT STOP

❤️❤️❤️

You had been in a close proximity, one that you were rarely granted. But this, by far, was the most common way:

Right now, you were cheek to cheek with Alastor as you danced, his humming and hands guiding you along the makeshift dance floor. The lobby was full of similar dancing, everyone having a great time. Reopening was going off without a SINGULAR hitch! The music was perfect, everyone was enthralled...

That was, until Alastor spun you into his embrace, hands ghosting along your hips. Your mind raced with a risky idea as he was about to spin you back around. You tried to reason with yourself... But the Devil on your shoulder overtook you. You ground your ass onto Alastor, meek at first as you gazed back at him.

The Radio Demon sputters as he tried to get you to cease, but you just reached behind yourself, hand tangling in his hair as your hips moved again.

You gazed back at him with half lidded eyes, grinning," What's the matter, Al~? Never danced like this before?"

The growl that came through his chest made you squeak; you were spun suddenly, barely missing the twitch in his smile. Your arms flailed for purchase, landing on Alastor's shoulders as he dipped you into a dangerously low angle.

"Dear, this is an important evening. Please, refrain from this nonsense. People are present."

You grinned, hiking a leg up his as you pulled on his lapel. The cheap champagne you drank gave you courage. You were brought back to your feet as Alastor disguised your bickering with a close-knit tango, his hand gripping your waist tightly. A few poses were struck that went with the music, your head thrown back as you smile. Even now, you were unable to contain your grin. And Alastor knew that spelt trouble.

"If you want me to stop..."

You fall flush against him again, a hand on the one that gripped your waist. as you gave him a particularly sensual grind. You felt Alastor grunt against your scalp, your leg raising against his once more,"...then make me~"

You yelped as Alastor spun the both of you, lifting you up into the air with ease. You threw both arms out as you were aloft, arms coming back in when Alastor dips you again, this time a hand tracing your collarbone.

"Darlin'...," he drawled, without a filter, making your throat run dry," You don' know what you've just asked for..." As Alastor brought you back to your feet, Alastor takes your wrist and leads you from the dance floor," 'Mama said it wuzn't nice to stare... Mama said it wuzn't nice to tease. Mama never said I c'uldn't make y'scream."

As you rounded the corner, Alastor slams you against the wall, his breath already ragged," And Doll... I'll make sure you wail like'a bitch in heat."

#i tried thinking of how it sounded spelling wise... itd make more sense if i spoke it #gdhsjsjsj #i hope this is fine #ehhehe #HEH #anon #anon asks #drunk danny #alastor x reader #alastor x you #alastor x Y/N #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel imagine

[yanderemommabean]

Momma, that blurb you wrote about the pussy-drunk alpha rewrote my entire brain chemistry fjhskslf

But I honestly can't help think of Beelzebub? We know that boy is so hungry all the time, and the sweetest people-pleasing boy! I feel like he'd eat his darling out like they were an oasis and he was dying of thirst.

You couldn't be more correct! Beel could have JUST gotten done with you and still want more, mayeb even whimpering like a kicked puppy if you try and tell him no. He's a bit pouty when being denied treats! But also like, I think canonically he'd be a bit more stern and form about eating you out, not really taking No for an answer if it came to like, you feeling gross or thinking he wouldn't like it

either way, I love that gluttonous demon <3

-Mommabean

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[lestappenforever]

max going "I love dogs too 🥺" lmao dude he's not gonna invite you to go meet his dog.. stand up

But what if he is, anon?

What if he invites Max over to meet Leo, and try his new ice cream? What then?

#Asks #Anon asks #Lestappen asks #Lestappen

[karlylaylayy]

Panties of the day?

#anon asks #me #karlylaylayy

[devilgirlcrybabyy]

Howdy 🤠

#girls with tattoos #bi girls #ask me anything #bi and ready to cry #anon asks #pop punk girl #weebgirl #low qual selfies #pop punk #alt model #alt aesthetic #self love

[kaionyx]

I need you to finger me so bad, please please please fuck me. I'm so horny but i just got my nails done. I wanna be your pillow princess

Since you asked so nicely I guess I could feed your greedy holes with my fingers until all those slutty thoughts finally fade away. Just promise you’ll let me pick the color next time, yeah?

#ftm ns/fw #t4t ns/fw #anon asks #nsft asks

[khaire-traveler]

Does it greatly affect the success of a spell if you don't exactly believe or if you doubt it will work? And if so, how do you fix this? I thank you greatly for being so kind and informative in all your posts,,, you're a brilliant person and I'm glad you exist in this universe 🤍

Hey, Nonny, thank you kindly for the compliments! That was very sweet of you to say. c:

I'm not exactly sure. 🤔 It's been awhile since I've been able to cast anything, and unfortunately, my notes are packed away atm. I would suggest asking this question to @jasper-pagan-witch , @windvexer , or @stagkingswife (unsure if Stag would know, but I've seen her post about witchcraft before!). Hopefully, one of these lovely people can be of more assistance to you. c:

Take care, Nonny, and my apologies for not having an answer! Have a good day/night. 🧡

#anon asks #answered asks

[sexisdisgusting]

please consider not using slurs even the t slur please do it for me <3

#asks #anon asks #i understand your sentiment anonita and i love you but i will not hold my tongue for the comfort of males especially when they love calling #us all manners of horrible things

[sailorshadzter]

Fic prompt: Jon teaches Sansa archery after feeling jealous when he saw Theon and Sansa practicing together

hi anon! ty!!

send me prompts

On the battlements he stands, watching over the courtyard that is a flurry of activity, as it always seems to be these days.  There is never a dull moment there in Winterfell as they make what surely will be their final preparations for the battle that was to come. The threat of death looms overhead and there isn’t a single person among them that does not fear what could be in the coming days.

His attention, however, does not last long on the dutiful men as they work to ensure preparations are complete. Instead, his gaze sweeps across the way, to the most northern corner of the courtyard, to where he catches sight of the red hair he would know anywhere. He is surprised to see her there, a bow in hand, her ivory features pinched with a frown. Before he can blink, there appears another and at once there is a beast called jealousy roaring in his chest. 

He watches as Theon steps around her, carefully positioning her hands as they should be, helping her to draw back the bow string and holding the arrow straight. He watches as she bites her lip in concentration, as she furrows her brow, as Theon must say something encouraging for she’s smiling ever so slightly- then she’s releasing the arrow and it misses the mark by a mile. She looks discouraged but Theon is touching her shoulder and she’s smiling once more, turning to watch him go to retrieve another. They’re back at it then, his hands over hers, so close he surely must feel the warmth of her skin between the layers of the wool they both wear- again, the beast in his chest roars. 

“My lord?”

He turns at the sound of the voice, drawing him out of his head and back into reality- if just for now. 

[ x x x ]

He catches her as she’s descending the stairs and her smile is dazzling, even so early in the morning. “Off to practice archery, are you?” He questions and her cheeks stain crimson, her footsteps slowing to a stop. 

“You saw?” She asks softly, staring at the floor like a child caught misbehaving. 

Jon cannot help but to laugh at her expense, which draws her eyes back up to his face. “Aye, I saw,” he says, reaching out to gently tug on a lock of her red hair. “I thought I might help you today,” he continues, his hand falling away from her, but his fingers long to feel her hair, her skin, her, once more. Her blue eyes widen with surprise but she’s grinning, nodding, a new pep to her demeanor that wasn’t there even just a moment ago. “You needn’t learn this you know,” he says as they walk out the double doors and into the crisp, morning air. 

“I know,” she says softly, the look on her face telling him everything he needed to know. She wasn’t doing this for herself, she was doing it for her people, for her home. Just in case… Just in case she needed to protect someone, she might just be able to do so. Jon wonders if there’s any other lady or lord in the world that would do such a thing. 

“Like this,” he’s saying now, helping her to hold the bow as she needs to, carefully placing the arrow to the string. “Square your feet now.” She adjusts her pose and suddenly, it feels far more natural than it had the day before. Jon’s hands are warm over her own as he adjusts her ever so slightly, pulling back the string just an inch more. “Perfect,” his breath is warm against the back of her neck, so close they are now. “Let go…!” She does and the arrow flies, not striking the center, but striking the board all the same. “There you go!” He shouts happily and she’s laughing, dancing around him as he reaches for another arrow. “Again,” he says and she falls back into position, smiling to herself when he presses himself against her once more. 

The next arrow strikes even closer and she’s the one to let out a cheer, red hair swinging as she turns to face him. “You are quite the teacher,” she compliments as they take up their pose yet again. 

Jon laughs, soft and slow against the shell of her ear. “You are a natural,” he insists as she narrows her eyes, focusing on her target. She’s caught up in her own mind now, not listening to him at all, so he steps away, watching as she is the one who holds the bow, holds the arrow. And then she is the one to let it fly, shooting across the way to strike the dead center of the target. 

She lets out a cheer and turns back to him, throwing her arms around him, laughing, sinking into the warmth of his arms. “You are a good teacher,” she reminds when he holds her at arm's length, gray eyes meeting blue. He opens his mouth, thinking he might argue, but the beast in his chest is purring and he knows it isn’t worth it. Seeing her smile was more than enough, in truth. 

These moments were enough.

#jonsa #actuallyjonsa #jon x sansa #my writing #i wrote this #anon asks #writing prompts

[lettheladylead]

is the outlaw scrooge mcduck really so different from the comics? i keep seeing people say that

lol well of course it is! but so is the entire show. there is not a single episode of Ducktales 2017 that "fits into comic canon" cuz its a completely different canon - different characters, different backstories, different interactions, different designs, different priorities, different everything

the barks/rosa comics (since we can assume those are the comics being referenced) take place in the 1950s and ducktales takes place in the late 2010s so thats already a pretty big jump. scrooge and goldie are very different characters. fenton doesnt exist in the comics and gyro is an unrecognizably different character. also louie wouldve never had a story separate from huey and dewey.

idk why anyone would say one ep is worse than another specifically because it doesnt fit with the comics when there are zero episodes that fit with any of the comics. webby does not exist in the comics lol neither does launchpad or beakley. or duckworth. nonsensically the show said scrooge made his first million 75 years before the third ep of the show which chronologically makes zero sense but also gave the audience a fair expectation of how scrooges backstory content would be written (none of it would make any sense but we'd have fun watching it anyway)

obv people are just gonna whine all they want but as someone who loves the show and loves the comics i dont see any point in complaining that the show didnt follow the comics. 87 ducktales didnt either (some eps were loosely inspired by comic issues but the tv-only characters and personalities made it impossible to do anything that really fits) and thats fine too! the comics are the comics, the shows are the shows. completely different stories!

#anon asks #carro answers #i ranted a lil bit. its fine. ive been building furniture all evening so it fits

[punks-never-die205]

Many people prefer Law over Kid viewing him as more attractive 🥴. What makes Kid in my eyes much more attractive is his passion and temper. While Law is kinda cold and distant with a low sexdrive Kid is very loving, affectionate and likes to show it. He enjoys showing his emotions through his body and sexuality. This makes him incredibly hot in my eyes 🔥🔥🔥

Those are very interesting head canons for those two characters \o/

I think one of the best parts about One Piece is that the cast is so vast there is always *someone* a person can connect with - in a lot of different ways too!

The other great part is that Oda’s continued insistence to avoid much canon romance is that it makes a MASSIVE playground for everyone to have fun in.

Sex god Eustass and awkward, easily flustered Eustass are both valid (and both plausible within the same head canon, people are complex like that!)

Awkward, nerd Law who can’t game his way out of a wet paper bag isn’t necessarily exclusive from dom Law who has your face buried in the mattress singing his praises like he’s your savior and this submarine is church.

But they can be \o/

I love no rizz nerd Law who talks about his figurines for three hours before your first kiss, and I love quiet and calculating Law who is walking you into his room so easily you think it was all your game. >.>

I love awkward virgin Kid, cumming in his pants when he makes you moan, promising he has stamina to keep going, and the King of Kink Kid who has you speaking in tongues before he’s even started prepping you.

In the end I just want peeps to enjoy their head canons and stories and day dreams without feeling like everyone has to agree with them for it to be valid. Variety is the delight of living and creating \o/

So delight in it and keep creating 🥰❤️😍

#eustass kid #quin answers #side blog #anon asks #trafalgar law #head canons

[elwenyere]

What are some Cody-related headcanons you have? If you'd like to share 🙏

Hello Anon! Thank you so much for this wonderful ask. Cody is one of my favorite characters to write, and it's a joy to share some of the ideas and inventions that have come out of building stories for him.

I think one thing that's become crucial to the way I imagine Cody is that he's been thrust into this extremely high-responsibility, heavy-emotional-toll position at a super young age, and he's had to learn how to compartmentalize and repress pretty aggressively in order to keep doing his job. There are losses he just can't let himself fully acknowledge if he's going to remain functional (and he's very good at his job, so there will be more losses if he can't function), so I think of there being a distance - both deliberately cultivated and unconsciously formed - between what Cody's feeling and what he's saying, or even what he's thinking about consciously enough for it to surface in the narrative focalization.

That means that I see Cody as a character with an incredible strength of will and power of self-denial, but I also like to think about the small ways he might allow himself to blow off steam, and I imagine a lot of them would be sensory: extra spice in the food, a little flavored creamer in the caff, the ritual of smoking a cigarette, or of having sex - especially with someone with whom he's on the kind of footing that allows for eye rolling and shit-giving.

On that note, I also think of Cody as someone who derives satisfaction from solitude (which he hardly ever gets) and is maybe too good at bearing loneliness (which he gets more and more of as the war goes on). He has a fierce loyalty to his men, and he also has to order them to their deaths all the time. He understands that means he can't share the same kind of camaraderie with them that they share with each other. So he holds himself apart: someone many people respect, some resent, and few really know. But as isolated as that might make him feel, he's also got barely any time that he can truly call his own, so I imagine that maybe in a no-chip/Republic-wins AU he might decide to peace out for a while: go live by himself and do things that are low-stakes and build some habits that are totally his own.

I think he's so used to using anger - a kind of low-simmering, deeply saturating, furious indignation - as a substitute for fulfillment that he barely notices how much of his emotional apparatus is coated in frustration until he's struck by something that reopens the yearning - the curiosity and thirst and restlessness - that not even the brutal grind of being Marshal Commander of the Third Systems Army can crush out of him.

Also he's funny and he's sharp: that's important to me. Cody can absolutely read you for filth while sounding unremarkably polite, and you won't realize he's verbally shivved you until you're on the turbolift leaving the meeting.

Thank you again for this lovely ask, Anon!!! I hope this is close to what you had in mind by headcanon. <3<3<3

#star wars #commander cody #anon asks #thank you anon!!! #this was lovely to write

[alittledizzy]

dream at dizzy and charlotte’s wedding holy shit

ikr?

(but for real, if you wanna hear something cool, I impulsively told Dream Branding that I was getting married to someone I got close to via Dream in reply to an email and they sent us an actual signed congrats card from Dream, which was hella fucking cool and one reason why Dream's merch company is the best)

(IRL Digital just ghosted me)

#anon asks

[lestappenforever]

I don't have anyone to yap to so I am sorry for doing it in your asks.

But I think people don't truly grasp how formative it is that Charles, Max, Alex, George, Pierre and Esteban all grew up racing together for what seems their entire childhood. Of course back then their schedule wasn't as busy as it is now with F1 but they still all saw each other regularly, which at that age just has such an huge, subtle impact. Max probably watching on while Charles and Pierre became close friends, their families becoming friends, watching Alex and George becoming friends and continue to be friends all the way until they literally debut in F1 the same year. All the while he never seemed to get close with any of them, aside from his fight with Charles, because of his dad. He was fast tracked, debuting in F1 before any of them and never got to be just a kid, even in the small ways the others did. Yet he remembers that time with such fond memories, because he has these people in F1 with him now and they like him despite or maybe because of everything he is. Him remembering Charles helmet just shows how much attention he paid to them, specifically Charles even if he couldn't do anything about it, other than race them with all he got. But also the rest of the dynamics, of Alex and George still being friends to this day, over 10 years after they started karting together, Charles and Pierre and their families still being close, closer than ever probably after the losses they've shared, and Pierre and Esteban being such a silly mirror of Lestappen. Starting out as close friends during karting and their rivalry making them anything but friends, the opposite of how Charles and Max's relationship developed.

Just something something about them all growing up together and knowing each other as little kids is so special to me and why I think this current generation and current grid is special in a way we'll never get again.

Anon, the only thing you need to apologize for is not putting a trigger warning for extreme emotional distress at the beginning of this ask because I am on the verge of tears thinking about Max watching the others becoming close while he kind of stood on the sidelines, watching them build strong friendship bonds right in front of his very eyes while he himself wasn't allowed to do the same.

Also, this right here:

"Pierre and Esteban being such a silly mirror of Lestappen. Starting out as close friends during karting and their rivalry making them anything but friends, the opposite of how Charles and Max's relationship developed."

Yes, yes, yes anon! This is so spot on.

Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts, I am kissing your beautiful mind.

#Asks #Anon asks #Lestappen asks #MV asks #CL asks #Lestappen

[karlylaylayy]

You should see my pussy…

*the pussy in question*

#anon asks #me #asks #karlylaylayy #txt #babygirl #kitty cat

[moodymelanist]

Want to write the reverse of your wlw nessian drabble where cas doesn’t realize she’s gay yet but nesta thinks cas stares at her boobs a little too much to be straight

hell yeah I do. hope y’all enjoy this one and happy @nestaarcheronweek day 4 🩷 got the title from tangerine by kehlani hehe

Read on AO3 here!

“Are you going to keep staring down my shirt, or can we get this presentation done?”

Cass startled so badly at Nesta’s words that she nearly knocked over her water, only barely managing to catch the reusable bottle at the last second. “What?”

Cass and Nesta had been paired up as partners for their advanced writing requirement course, and they’d been making steady progress on their presentation in one of the library’s group study rooms. Cass was an education major to Nesta’s political science, and Cass had never been so excited for a group project in her life.

At least, until Nesta had shown up to the library wearing that shirt. It was just a simple, blue, wrap-tie shirt, but between the way it made Nesta’s eyes look even bluer than usual and the way it perfectly cupped her breasts, Cass was having a difficult time staying focused on the task at hand.

“Sorry,” Cass said, hoping her face wasn’t as red as it felt from being called out. She’d thought she was being more discreet, but Nesta had clearly proved that theory wrong. “I was just, uh, zoned out.”

“Were you zoned out the other three times, too?” Nesta fired back without missing a beat.

“I…” Cass trailed off, trying to think of something to say that wouldn’t sound insane. “I just think your shirt is really… cute.”

Nesta Archeron was easily one of the most gorgeous women that Cass had ever seen. With her gray-blue eyes, bronze hair, and amazing fashion sense, Cass spent most of her time wanting to be just like Nesta. Granted, Cass was way too much of a tomboy to pull off even a quarter of Nesta’s wardrobe, but a woman could dream, right? And who better to dream about that Nesta Archeron, especially when she had on a shirt like that?

“Right,” Nesta replied with the most deadpan voice Cass had ever heard. She sighed heavily before shutting her laptop altogether, fixing Cass with a slightly incredulous look. “Are you ever going to get your shit together and ask me out?”

“What?” Cass blurted out, all the blood in her body rushing to her cheeks. God, she hoped her face wasn’t as red as it felt. “I don’t—”

Nesta rolled her eyes. “Cass, I can do this assignment in my sleep. I just wanted to make sure my gaydar was working.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Cass answered. Okay, maybe sometimes she found herself staring way longer than she should’ve when it came to pretty women, but that was just… what everyone did. That didn’t mean she was anything more than a strong ally, no matter how many times she cringed when a man came near her.

“Don’t you?” Nesta asked, cocking an eyebrow. She leaned forward, a victorious little smirk gracing her lips as Cass’ eyes immediately tracked the motion. “Well that’s a yes.”

“It’s not my fault you have a great rack,” Cass blurted out, her brain to mouth filter evaporating altogether.

Nesta snorted. “I’m not making you look at it.”

“If I wasn’t looking, I’d have to be dead,” Cass muttered.

“You’re lucky you’re pretty,” Nesta retorted with a roll of her eyes.

Before Cass could think of a proper reply — Nesta thought she was pretty? — Nesta reached out and grabbed a hold of Cass’ chair, pulling her own so close that there was no room to escape. Not that Cass was feeling particularly inclined to do that, anyway. It was dizzying having Nesta so close; she was pinned under that icy gaze and couldn’t back away even if she wanted to.

Cass didn’t want to.

“I’m going to finish this assignment when I get home,” Nesta said, her voice low and offering no argument. “Give you some time to think about… things.”

“Think about what?” Cass said back. She was hardly breathing as Nesta leaned in even closer, placing her hand on the chair in between Cass’ thighs for balance.

Nesta was close enough now that it would’ve been easy for Cass to lean in and kiss her, and find out if her lips were as soft as they looked. Cass’ lips parted in anticipation, every thought in her mind besides Nesta emptying out like they’d never been there at all, and she was torn between leaning forward to kiss her or letting Nesta continue to order Cass around like she owned her.

What the hell was wrong with her?

“That’s what I thought,” Nesta breathed after a few moments, her lips still dangerously close to Cass’ own. When Nesta laughed quietly at Cass’ reflexive frown, Cass could almost feel the vibrations on her lips, and God wasn’t that a thought. “You’re taking me to dinner tonight.”

“I— okay,” Cass agreed. God, she hoped she didn’t sound as dumbstruck as she felt; Nesta didn’t suffer fools, and Cass wasn’t trying to be one. “Whatever you want.”

Nesta finally leaned forward to press a kiss to Cass’ cheek, pulling back with a smirk. “I think we’ll get along just fine. See you later.”

Cass watched Nesta grab her things and saunter out of the room, the only thought in her head I love when women…

Well. At least one woman, that was for damn sure.

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