#but im getting wildly off point! this is not what you asked! sorry!

[prince-liest]

Thank you for answering my ask and sorry for sending you a new one so quickly, but I just have a lot of Thoughts(tm) about this au!!!

So I keep going back to reread the first chapter, both in its entirety and just specific bits that I like, and I keep noticing how.... polite? Alastor is being? And it's just totally throwing me off lol.

Like, I actually read the snippet you posted of Vox offering Alastor's new shoes before I realized/read the first chapter, and thought it was a little odd how nice Alastor was being, as at that point I thought it was a snippet of a new 666 chapter.

But Alastor being polite in this universe totally makes sense!! He's just been beat up in an alley way, watched two guys get killed in front of him, was (kidnapped) taken to his "savior's" room, and hypnotized by said savior.

Of COURSE he's going to be polite to Vox!! Vox can electrocute and hypnotize people!! Alastor isn't an idoit, he knows he's in hell with a very dangerous person. That he's in a room with someone with someone more powerful than he is, that if Vox did get annoyed or angry at him, and hurt him, Alastor doesn't have that great of odds fighting back, and it's not like someone else is going to pop out and save him.

He's being careful.

But, he doesn't want to be taken advantage of. He knows that if acts like helpless prey, then he's going to be treated like it. So he has to establish that Vox sees him as an equal, or else he risks Vox hurting or hypnotizing him if Vox wanted to.

There's also another thing I noticed- Alastor's.... animalistic (if that is the right word) tendencies. Like, Alastor attacked both Vel and Vox, but didn't use the knife he was on either of them. I think this really interesting, as it would be smarter to use the knife (it's like Vox doesn't know he has it) but by using his teeth and his hands to hurt, it showcases Alastor's new animalistic tendencies. Though I don't know if this was On Purpose, or if it's just a theory lol.

Anyway, I just wanted a chance to talk more about this fic because im really, REALLY enjoying it, and I can't wait for me! (But I can! So don't feel the need to rush! You've already written so much! Take your time!)

One LAST ASK, I promise you (🤞 but probably not lol, sorry) so I'm pretty sure you hinting that Alastor killed someone and was burying their body before being killed himself (like in canon), but what caught my attention is that VOX doesn't seem to know this?? Like he doesn't know that Alastor has killed people?? Which makes sense, it's not common knowledge. But!! Vox has already established that he knows more about Alastor than the general public would, like he knows more about his relationship with his dad (maybe Vox hunted down Alastor's dad and forced him to spill info regarding Alastor, which is hilarious to think about lol). So I'm just SO EXCITED for when it's revealed that Alastor also killed people in life, and for Vox to no doubt get so hard he passes out lol. Also, this means that Vox doesn't know that Alastor is a cannibal, which is also really interesting! (Also, I'm not sure if you were hunting at Alastor's cannibalistic tendencies when he won't let go of Vel with his teeth, but it is a funny mental image to me of Alastor just, trying to eat Vel because a new part of himself is starving for flesh.)

But I do fucking love it. Ehehehehe. These are the EXACT things that I was hoping the first chapter would get people thinking about. I just. GESTURES WILDLY. THERE'S SO MUCH, IN WHAT YOU SAID. SO MUCH. But I can't say shit about it one way or the other for fear of spoilers. Just know that I love you for this.

Actually the one thing I can confirm is that Vox indeed is not under any impression that Alastor is anything more than just, like, a really talented storyteller and true crime podcaster!

#ask #personal #amanda-519 #t #my writing #once bitten back for more #hazbin hotel #long post #...I can probably also confirm what Vox's reaction would be to finding out something like that LMAO #there's 2.5 sex scenes in this outline and all of them happen after Alastor does something violent and deranged

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Hey, I think I missed a bit of lore or something, what’s the pit? And what’s the goop™️?

oh yeah no i haven't really talked about those Important Things yet! mostly because i'm still solidifying how they work in my mind... i try my best to adhere to canon, since to me aus are an exploration of the source / characters, so... its still tenuous. i have to think and consider and run parallel - there's a balance i'm still trying to find

like The Pit™️ (the spiral/eye void under Home) in Lights Out is gonna be different from the canon one since i started thinking about the au before the update. and the update changed my perception / theories on what the void is! but the au Pit™️ needs to remain mostly the way it originally was, or a lot of "plot" points fall apart

#and then the Goop™️ is like... the fuckin... black sludge stuff... #yk? the stuff? the stuff that makes humans sick? #its that but slightly to the left #the more i think about canon the more i realize that the au needs to diverge slightly more than i'd like lol #but thank fuck its remaining more... Smooth than canon if that makes sense. it has less facets #its more Straightforward. less wonderfully complex. shrimplicity over delicious intricacies #but im getting wildly off point! this is not what you asked! sorry! #but anyway to put it simply for the au: #the pit under home is filled with the black stuff. its the source #and the black stuff / goop is uh. well its everywhere and its Important and wally can manipulate it to a limited extent #also it chokes frank to death sorry xoxo #ok its a lil more complicated than that but yk yk #rambles from the bog #wh lights out au #but yeah the update came out and i went #Oh! I Got It Wrong! Neat! #i am honestly happy about it #i like being wrong in certain situations. this is one of them. #but for ease of the au and to keep it at a respectful distance from canon without straying too far #ill keep my Original Thoughts / Theory as au-canon!

[j0eyj0rdis0n]

DARK THEMES AHEAD!!!

How do you think that the CP fan favs

(Jeff, proxies, E.J. you can add if you want :D)

Would react to their S/O threatening to commit suicide (shooting themselves of stabbing) because they couldn't deal with them kidnapping and taking away their freedom or rights?

(Sorry for this depressing ask, im feeling angst-y and you're one of my fav writers on here. Cheers!)

No! I absolutely love asks like this and this is honestly some of my favorite stuff to write! Thank you so much for the ask and I hope you enjoy! 🖤

TRIGGER WARNING AHEAD

CREEPS REACTING TO THEIR S/O TRYING TO COMMIT SUICIDE

JEFF THE KILLER:

When you stole his knife from atop his dresser he almost felt fear. Well.. He did but he’ll never admit it.

The look of wild fear and confusion was splayed all over his face as you threatened to slit your wrists right there. Right in front of him.

“I hate you! I hate you so much!” You pointed and jabbed the knife at him through heavy sobs. “I didn’t want this! I don’t want you!”

He could barely find the words. Should he take it from you? The question really was could he take it from you.

When he finally came to a conclusion he muttered roughly, “Y/N. Give me the knife.”

A simple but hopefully effective sentence

When you didn’t listen and began to press the knife to your wrist, watching the blood slowly pool. He lunged. Ripping the knife from your hands by the blade.

He didn’t care that he’d cut his hands open, blood pouring onto the carpet and his hands burning from the deep cuts.

He just wanted you safe.

You could see him wince as he looked down at his bloody hands, trying hard to play it off with a crooked smile when he looked up at you.

“Come on sweets, let’s go see EJ. He’s good with this kinda thing.”

EYELESS JACK:

He came home to you frantically looking through his medicine cabinets

He stood in the doorway silently, watching you closely to truly get an idea of what you were up to

When you poured an obnoxious amount of hefty pills into your small hand he let out a low growl. A warning one. One you’ve heard many times before when you’d try to escape

He watched you turn around with tears in your eyes

“I can’t do this anymore… Find someone else.” You choked out as you brought your hand to your mouth, letting the pills fall in

It was in an instant he was on top of you, snarling wildly. He yanked your jaw down, immediately sticking his clawed fingers down your throat.

“Throw it up!!” He shouted. It was the loudest you’d heard him speak before…

The pressure from his fingers deep in your throat brought more tears to your eyes as you threw up.

He stroked your back and held your hair as the acid and pills burned your throat coming back up

After that day, all the cabinets had heavy padlocks on them and only Jack carried the keys

TIM/MASKY:

He decided to let you drive, just this once. Just because you begged and he loved you so much he couldn’t tell you no.

You followed the route he gave you, trying to make him think you two would actually be going to the mission site.

When you began speeding up obviously far over the posted speed limit, Tim began to grow suspicious

You’d never been this eager to go on a mission.

It was only when he saw tears falling down your cheeks that he knew what was happening.

“Y/N turn the car off. Pull over. Now.”

When you didn’t do as he instructed he harshly moved to get the car to a stop. Pulling the emergency break and throwing the car into park before ripping the keys out of the ignition

“What on earth do you think you’re doing?!” He shouted angrily.

When you turned to look at him there was rage in your eyes. “You ruined my life!! Now I don’t want one at all!”

He felt his heart sink when he listened to you. You didn’t want him… He thought things were going well between the two of you…

It was only then that he called off this mission, ready to take whatever punishment the Operator had for him

BRIAN/HOODIE:

You’d tried this sort of thing before… He knew you didn’t like it here but he needed you. He’d wanted you for so long he couldn’t just let you go

The first time you two were on a mission you’d tried to jump from a bridge, he was lucky he grabbed you in time. Thank god he was fast…

After that day he essentially baby proofed the house, not allowing you around the other creeps and certainly not on missions anymore

One day he got sloppy though. He was tired, it was mission after mission and all he wanted to do was come home and rest by your side.

He forgot to lock up his gun like he always does. Placing it on the nightstand instead and getting into bed with you in his arms

He’s a pretty light sleeper so it was odd that you could get out of his arms and grab the gun without him knowing

It was only when he heard the click of the safety and your soft sobs that he woke up. Sitting up straight and looking around the dark room.

You were on your knees on the floor facing way from the bed, gun placed to your temple as your body shook with sobs.

He was thankful you didn’t realize he was awake. Otherwise he knew he wouldn’t have been successful in his attempt to take the gun.

When he snatched it from your hands you got up, clawing at him to get it back.

He held you to his chest, subduing you from your attacks.

“Go back to bed sweetheart.” He whispered softly, locking his gun up and taking you back to bed in his arms

“TICCI” TOBY:

You heard him coming down the hallway, back from another mission. He wasn’t stealthy in the slightest when he was home.

You tried your hardest to make it quick as you were trying to make sure the rope was secure while stepping up on the chair

“Y/N?!” Toby ran to you, snatching you off the chair.

“No!! Let me go!!” You fought him like a damn bull, kicking and flailing and scratching.

His lack of physical feeling came in handy in the situation. He pressed you down on the bed, practically sitting on you to make sure you couldn’t go anywhere

Your sobs only slightly hurt his heart. He was more upset by the fact you wanted to leave him. How could you?? Did he not give you enough? Was he not good enough for you?

“How could you do this to me?? I thought I was what you wanted!” He shouted angrily, pressing down harder when you continued to fight.

“I want nothing to do with you! You’re a fucking monster!”

He felt something inside him snap. “You’ll never leave now. You’re mine Y/N.”

#creepypasta #marble hornets #creepypasta headcannons #creepypasta requests #creepypasta hcs #marble hornets headcanons #tim wright #masky marble hornets #brian thomas #hoodie marble hornets #jeff the killer #jeff woods #eyeless jack #jack nyras #asks open #anon ask

[wreckedandpolemic]

hey here’s my long request because IM extra

8, 24, 57, 109 —> george <3

reflection - george daniel

(mdni) severely disappointed in the amount of george fic posted in my absence lets get to work ladies!!

warnings: 18+, degradation, unprotected sex, light dom/sub

Tension runs hot through your body, steam practically curling off your skin as you fight to hold still — you’re behaving, taking instruction, you’re being good, and it’s driving you fucking crazy. 

“God, you’re so fucking gorgeous like this,” You tremble as one of George’s big hands comes up to paw at your tit, the other holding the vibrator insistently against your clit. Silent gasps fall from your lips, your body trembling, jellylike. Pleasure fights to burst from under your skin, the effort of keeping any reaction at bay Herculean.

“Baby… George, I want–” He presses a finger to your lips, your body crying out in protest as he silences you.

He pinches your nipple harshly, a bright spark of pleasure-pain darting through you, the whine that falls from your lips muted and pathetic. “I don’t care what you want,” he murmurs, tone soothing even as he tears you apart under his hands. “Be a good girl for me, hm?”

And you want to be good for him, so you hold still, letting him wreck you. Your cunt clenches with every pulse of the toy at your swollen clit, pleasure turning to pain turning back to pleasure so fast your head spins. Your cunt is soaked, greedy, aching for him. Your back arches involuntarily off the bed, your legs spreading wider around him. 

“I asked you to hold still, sweet girl. Had enough, have you?” he asks, low in your ear. “You wanna stop?” He takes the vibrator away, and you feel the loss like a physical pain, cunt clenching wantonly around nothing.

“N-no!” you cry, horrified. “Don’t stop! Want you,” you moan out, your efforts finally breaking as you writhe desperately under him.

He huffs a soft laugh, a cry tearing out of your throat as he dials the vibrator up a notch; the sensation is suddenly so much that you can barely breathe, let alone think. “Say please, angel. Good girls say please when they ask for something they want,” George chides gently, leaning down to scrape his teeth at your neck as you shudder. God, he’s evil. It’s a fight to pull the meaning from his words, your head stuffed full of cotton wool. “Where’s my sweet girl?”

You cry out, drowning in the waves of bliss kicking wildly through your limbs. “Please, George, please!” The words tear themselves from your throat almost involuntarily.

He pinches the flesh of your thigh sharply, pain spiralling into a burst of heat between your legs. “You don’t get to call me that today, sweetheart.”

“‘M sorry, sir!” you cry, hips grinding down against the vibrator, pressure mounting in your cunt.

“Good girl,” he breathes, rewarding you with a soft kiss against your neck and circling the vibrator over your clit. A moan tumbles from your lips, a tight knot of pleasure winding itself around your insides, coiling tighter and tighter. “You gonna come for me, pretty girl?” George murmurs, wandering a teasing hand down your body, playing with your hole.

Your hips chase his hand, rolling desperately against him, your cunt clenching around nothing. “Please, sir. I wanna– want you,” you slur out, barely aware of the words stumbling from your mouth, fire pooling low in your belly and dripping between your thighs.

“Come for me, angel, then I’ll give you what you want, yeah?” George promises, taking a handful of your tit and squeezing hard. His blunt nails dig into your skin, five sharp points of pain fogging up your mind as you chase the sweet, intense pleasure that tangles in your limbs and wraps around your brain. “Such a pretty little slut for me. Can’t think of anything but falling apart on my cock, huh?”

Your slow-moving mind latches onto the final few words. “Yeah, wan’ your cock, please, sir,” you cry, tears welling in your eyes.

George’s head lowers to kiss at your lower belly, his lips stoking the fire that pools under your skin. “You aren’t getting it, are you, baby?” he murmurs against your skin. “Maybe I should stop, if you’re too stupid to follow my instructions already?”

You gasp, tears rolling down your cheeks. “Nononono! I can be good, I promise. Wanna cum for you, sir, ‘m so close, please.” George dips two fingers into you, your soaked cunt taking him in eagerly. Your head spins as he crooks his fingers, a garbled moan falling from your lips before you even register your orgasm slamming into you. You feel unreal, brain melting into a puddle on the mattress as your body wracks with shudders. George finger-fucks you through, his touch the only thing anchoring you to your loose-limbed body as you come hard against him, your arousal soaking his hand.

“Good girl,” George mutters, taking your nipple in his mouth and biting gently. You glow at the praise, heat flooding your cheeks. “I wanna try something, sweet girl. Can you get on the floor for me? Hands and knees in front of the mirror?” You blink up at him slowly, your brain unwilling to register his words; your limbs feel too weighted, your head too thick to move. George runs his warm palms over your flushed skin, melting the cement in your bones until you come unglued from the mattress. You slide onto the floor, letting him maneuver you into position, his hands trailing sparks under your skin. 

Making eye-contact with yourself in the mirror shocks you; you look wanton, fucked-out already, pupils blown wide and hair unruly. George kneels behind you, his frame towering over yours — you’ll never get over the sheer size of him, broad-shouldered and square-chested above you, big hands grasping your hips possessively. A bolt of lust strikes you as your eyes meet his in the mirror, his gaze dark and heated, anticipation coiling in your belly. “Please, sir,” you whine, rolling your hips back against him. “Fuck me,” you plead, turning your head to look desperately in his eyes.

George drags his nails down the flesh of your ass, hard enough to sting without drawing blood. You whimper, cunt dripping against him. “Needy little slut, yeah?” You nod helplessly. “Oh, baby. Wanna fuck my good girl, not a dirty whore.” You shiver against him, his words sliding down your insides and sticking deliciously to your flesh.

“No, please, ‘m your good girl,” you moan, arching your back and whining quietly, hot desire dripping out of you near-painfully. 

He clicks his tongue disbelievingly, circling his thumb over your clit, shushing you as you whimper. “C’mon, sweetheart. Show me how bad you want it.”

“Fuck, please, sir!” you cry. “Wanna come on your cock s’bad. You make me feel so good, baby.” Pleas tumble from your lips as desire burns under your skin, your body screaming out for him.

“It’s okay, baby. Gonna give you what you need,” he murmurs, lining up his cock with your hole, filling you in one fluid stroke. A gasp tumbles from your lips, George’s thick cock buried gorgeously deep in you, your cunt a vice around him as he allows you a moment to adjust to the stretch before pulling almost all the way out of you. The carpet digs into your knees, scraping under your palms; your loose limbs ache from the weight of you. You hardly feel any of it, mind wrapped around him, focus glued to the point where your bodies connect. Blunt nails dig into your waist, pulling you back to slam your hips against his. Heat flares in your cunt, stretched wide around him, burning deliciously.

Your jaw drops, eyes rolling back in your head as George fucks into you brutally. A string of obscenities fall uncontrollably from your lips as you widen your legs, bucking your hips against his desperately. “Such a filthy mouth,” he murmurs adoringly. “Slut,” he adds, delivering a slap to the inside of your thigh that makes you gasp, jolting against him, faint pain tracing lovingly under your skin. Your head is heavy, thick with desire, slow-moving thoughts wading through treacle as you let it hang against your chest. George fists a hand in your hair, dragging your gaze up so you meet your own eyes in the mirror. “Look at your reflection. Look at how gorgeous you are.” The praise has liquid heat rolling over you, thick and sticky in your lungs. “So fucking gorgeous when I’m fucking you like this. So pretty for me, and only for me. Take my cock so well, baby.”

“Made for you,” you slur out, revelling in the way George’s hips stutter in response, the slight falter tangible proof of your effect on him. You lock eyes with him in the mirror, skin flushed and chest heaving. He’s so fucking gorgeous, solid and warm above you, possessiveness glinting in his eyes as he grips your hips. Your eyes trail down, drinking in the obscene picture the pair of you make — you on all fours, mouth slack and eyes glazed as George fills you over and over, rhythmic, pathetic whines falling from your lips. “We look so fucking hot,” you grin, desire throbbing in your belly so hard it hurts. “You fuck me so good, sir. Love your cock so much. Want you to ruin me.”

“Filthy slut,” me murmurs adoringly. “Are you close, baby?” You nod frantically, pressure mounting between your legs, your aching cunt begging for release. “Yeah, I can tell. So fuckin’ tight around my cock.” George circles your clit gently, the sensation against your swollen nerves dramatically intense. He grins wickedly at you in the mirror, sending a thrill of anticipation through you, and brings the vibrator back to your sore clit. A cry tears itself from your throat, molten euphoria flooding you, near-painful stimulation crushing in your lungs as you struggle to catch your breath. “That’s it, angel. Come all over my cock, baby.”

The command is all it takes, your body desperate to please him before your heavy, slow mind can process. Your blood feels thick with need, your heart beating unbelievably fast to keep up as crushing, intense pleasure slams down on you. Your cunt pulses, heat flooding your senses as you drag your heavy gaze up to meet George’s in the mirror. His eyes are locked on you, pupils blown as he watches you come, still fucking into you wildly. He moans low in his throat, his cock pulsing as he comes inside of you, gripping your hips and fucking his cum deep into your greedy cunt.

An obscene sound rings out as he pulls out of you, transfixed by the way his cum starts to drip down your legs. “Thank you, sir,” you mumble, slumping to the floor as your arms give out. George dips his head, licking a stripe down your sensitive cunt and you fight not to slam your legs closed against the bolt of pain. “No more, please,” you whine, burning your face in your arms.

He smiles fondly. “Okay, baby. Did so good for me, yeah?” You pout, relaxing your legs and letting your exhausted body collapse on the carpet. George laughs, stroking your sweat-soaked back. “Such a good girl. Come on, angel.” Your body still feels limp and weak, and you sink into George’s arms as he gathers you up from the floor and lays you on the bed. You look up into his eyes, heart melting at the pure adoration plain on his face. Pouting up at him, you make childish grabby hands until he relents and lays down next to you.

“I love you,” you murmur against his lips, letting him catch you in a sweet, gentle kiss. George runs a calloused hand up your body, taking a handful of your tits and squeezing gently.

“I love you too, sweet girl.” He breaks away from you and you whine, clutching feebly at him as he pets your hair gently. “Need to run you a bath, love.”

The vacuum of cool air that brushes you as he pulls away has you shuddering, wrapping your arms around yourself theatrically, looking up at him imploringly. “Can’t it wait? Just for a minute,” George scoffs, face softening as he relents, relaxing next to you. He drapes an arm over your waist and you tuck your head into the crook of his neck, savouring the heat of his body against yours. You feel him press a kiss to the top of your head as his other hand wanders down to your ass and you grin. “You’re gonna get me worked up all over again, darling.”

A filthy smirk crosses his face. “You’re insatiable.”

“Only for you.”

#i think im allergic to not writing sickeningly sappy endings Sorry about that #george daniel x reader #george daniel #george daniel imagine #george daniel smut #the 1975 #the 1975 fanfic #the 1975 smut #writing #smut #requests #request #smut prompt fills

[darkniters]

jschlatt whos a bartender

im adding onto this post

your group of friends all leave one by one, leaving you the only one of your group left in the bar, waiting for your lift home (because you cant drink drive!)

you decide not to drink anything else, having your fill for the night and just ready to conk out the second your head hits the pillows.

youre reproached by the bartender, youve been sitting at the bar while you wait, not thinking one person is worthy to occupy an entire table. he greets you with a smile.

“you want anything else?” he leans forward as he asks this, smile on his lips. you shake your head, leaning in closer again.

“no, no, im done for the evening, thank you though!” you can tell yourself its because you dont want any alcohol in you all you want, but really its because that shit costs money.

“hey, if you want i can make you something alcohol free?” he offers, “it’d be my honor, and i’ll even make it on the house. just for you toots” he grins, subtly flirting with you

a roll of your eyes and a small chuckle leaves your lips. “alright, if you insist.”

it seems as if this bartender cant stop smiling, as he moves away, he’s got the widest smile youve ever seen from a person, teeth showing in all their pearly glory. he briefly walks away to get a glass.

while he’s gone, however, the universe decided that you’re its next victim.

a man approaches the chair beside you, and sits himself down. theres a strong attempt from you to pay him no heed, to focus on the man behind the bar making your elaborate yet alcohol free drink, but this man is in dire need of your attention it seems, staring you out while you look forward.

you sigh, turn towards him, and give him a small, unmotivated smile.

you’re not really listening to what he has to say, but he does say “whats a place like you doing in a girl like this” which is just. not right. at all. it makes you laugh though.

you don’t care about this guy enough to listen to him babble on about himself, and it seems the same comes from the bartender, finishing your drink and setting it infront of you.

while the guy doesnt seem like trouble, youre still wildly uncomfortable, and you give a sideeye to the bartender. his brown eyes are already on you, as he scratches the side of his face. the beard below his nails make a noise.

he understands your look, and he nods subtlety.

“hey man, this is my girlfriend youre speaking to. may wanna back off a bit.” the bartender says monotonously. he then reaches out his hand and grabs ahold of yours, gripping it softly.

the other man is surprised, probably just as surprised you are. you play along though.

“yeah sorry, i just wanted to see this man on shift, cant get any better than a man in uniform, right?” you regard cheekily. although its brash, it’s exactly what you’re thinking.

his tight fit black shirt is doing something to you, and he’s now looking out for you? you gotta come back here more often.

the bartender grins as the man leaves in a huff, giving up on his attempts to further advance with you. at some point, his fingers began to run left to right over your knuckle, without either of you noticing, it seems.

when you look back to him, his face is red, still gripping your hand. he clears his throat “apologies, i didnt mean to go to that level of extreme… in which saying we were together…” he seems flustered and embarrassed that he thought of that, and he physically cringed at himself for even bringing it to light.

he attempted to move his hand away, but your clamp on his hand was stronger. the heat between you two couldve melted the ice in your still undrunk drink. you cant help but smile. “i didnt mind at all, thank you.”

both of you are overjoyed that there are more than one bartenders working tonight, because everyone else wouldve been left waiting, your red faces looking into eachother as your hands stay pressed together.

he clears his throat.

“um. its not often time i find myself asking this but. can i give you my number?”

you pretend to think, lifting your unoccupied hand and tracing a finger around the rim of the drink he made for you.

you respond quietly, jokingly, “only because you paid for my drink”

a smile is exchanged between you to. he writes his number on a napkin, and leaves you to put it in while he runs off to server other customers, his eyes often looming back over to you while you drink your final drink of the night.

you call him over before you leaving, letting him know that youre going.

“please let me know when you get home!” he calls out as you walk away.

you turn your head and smile his way, giving a quick nod and a wave his direction.

when the bartender finishes his shift, he finally gets access to his phone again, you shouldn’t have your phone with you behind the counter! you’ll get distracted easily!

he sees he has 3 messages from an unknown number

‘hiiii im home btw :]’

‘wait i didnt give you my name oopsies‘

‘anyways GOOBDIGHT’

he cant help but let out one of those large grins he does, hoping he will see you at the bar, or other places, again soon.

#jschlatt x reader #jschlatt x you #schlatt x reader #schlatt x you #schlatt headcanons #schlatt hcs #jschlatt headcanons #jschlatt hcs

[blood-teeth]

05.19.23

howdy everyone! it's been a long time since i've done one of these. also this is going to be a long post, so if you're like "i'm not reading allthat but stay safe tho" im sorry in advance.

i was going to wait until the two year anniversary of TMITAWH to post this, but i've been getting more and more asks about the status of this game, why it's on lockdown, when it's coming back, etc. largely, i've been dodging these questions or answering them with a vague "oh, i'm working on it!" which is very much the truth. just, not the entirety of it.

the truth is this: the story is done.

the real truth is this:

actually, before i get into that, i wanted to mention something else. i know i've waxed poetry over and over again and maybe it's getting annoying to hear it - so i'm very sorry - but it really is important to me to mention this because it's the motivation and the life-force behind everything that i do on this blog. i wanted to say thank you. i remember typing up the intro post to TMITAWH after getting the second COVID shot, delirious, but bolstered by a fever that had rendered me brave. i've been writing this story since 2019, i had the vision, the characters, the aesthetics and the understanding and i wanted to desperately to share. i never expected the level of support and love from so many of you. i've never had people genuinely vested in my worlds or characters. i remember getting the first comment about the prologue and slamming my computer shut and freaking out. i cried when i got my first ask telling me how much they'd love it, despite the small amount of content. the fever may have given me the courage to post it, but y'all gave me the courage to continue. and that means more to me than anything means to me in this world. for two whole years!! you've dealt with my wildly out of pocket thoughts, long absences, and have continued to show your willingness to continue the exercise in patience. i dont have people in real life that would do that for me. so thank you, thank you for being here, thank you for caring, thank you for the sweet comments. i wasn't lying when i said that i keep most asks unanswered because i go back and read them, hold the words close to my chest, and convince myself that i can do what i want to do when it comes to storytelling. thank you. forever and always. i know this feels maybe so much like im baring my soul, but i think it's important. TMITAWH saved my life. I mean that in every understanding, with the breadths and depths of my soul. I mean that with all the fibers and cells and atoms that make up me. This story saved my life. it's important to me that you know that in so many ways you all did, too.

so much of the reason i've been sitting on this is honestly mostly fear. it's choking me now as i write this. i'm scared of y'alls reaction, i'm scared of potentially disappointing anyone, and i'm scared of people just being overall pissed off. which i would get! this is not why the majority of you are following me. i'm asking for grace, for understanding, for mercy.

so, the real truth is this:

Tell Me If There's A Way Home is complete. there's a beginning, of sort, a middle, an end. but, it is not complete in the way you might expect an IF to be complete.

this is, simply, because Tell Me If There's A Way Home has been re-written and re-formatted into a novel.

over this past year, i was struggling with the story. things had along the way stopped making sense. this WAS the story i wanted to tell, i knew what had to happen in order to get the whole point of it across. is it better to get back what you've lost, what does it look like when you do get it back? but there was something that wasn't working. i could force the scenes, have The Traveler spend time with Cain in his little house talking about his past, or provide the option to explore the peaks of a mountain looking for a legend of old. i could do all this. but it was all wrong. the story had become corrupted along the way and the vision of it that i held onto so desperately was fading into obscurity.

so i opened a new word document and just wrote. i wrote for a whole year, and the story unveiled itself to be in the way i believe it was always supposed to. i understand so much more of this story than i did two years ago. sitting at 90k words, book 1 is officially done. it's essentially the same story you all had read, but different somehow. more than it ever could have been in an IF format. there are the characters you love. there's cain. there's silas. alice of course. there's the traveler as *her* own character. and there's the reverie. but the reverie is no longer Ezio/Elena. it's just elena now. its beautiful, gorgeous elena with her quick smile and hemlock eyes and her memories.

what happens now?

i'll be spending the next few months making the book as perfect as i can make it. i've been working through the rough draft - or alpha draft- and then i will ask some people to see if they want to read draft 2, draft 3 , draft 4. however many drafts it takes until i feel as though i can do no more. after this, i'll query agents and pray to god that in the hellscape publishing is in right now that im offered representation. after this, i'll pray to god that an editor likes the book enough to want to work with me on it. after this, i'll pray to god that a publishing house likes the book enough to buy it, put in on shelves. there's going to be a lot of praying to god. a lot of luck. so i think it'll be a while before anybody gets to hold the book in their hands, but god i hope y'all get to. i really hope you get to. more than that. i hope you want to.

after all of this, i'll be working on book 2. i already have the title. i already have the first chapter. i know exactly what happens and how.

i know there's maybe some confusion, so please feel free to send me asks about it. i will happily and gladly answer what i can and discuss it.

i'm so so sorry for the long post. this all felt important to mention and it felt important to be transparent with y'all. this was becoming a secret too hard to keep and i'm glad that i dont have to anymore. i hope you're not mad, disappointed, etc. that would really suck ass. i hope you're excited, maybe. i hope you're curious.

anyway. thank you for getting this far, if you did. thank you. i love you. i'll talk to you soon <3

#Tell Me If There's A Way Home #Tell Me If There's A Way Home update #tmitawh #tmitawh update #i feel sickkkkkk #and nervous #ahhhhhhhh #AHHHHH #please ignore the spelling errors #my computer is on her last legs #keyboard functionality is taking a huge shit

[jamespotters-realwife]

reader X !injured_Eddie Munson

(This is my first piece on tumblr so like sorry if it’s shit idk)

Warnings: hints at enemies to lovers, fingering(f receiving)

I ran to Steve’s house, wondering why I was getting multiple walkie talkie calls to go to Steve’s house without any explanation. I went to knock on the front door but before I could the door swung open and Robin yanked me into the house. She slammed the door shut. “Did you get the stuff?” She asked. “Yeah, I got the stuff.” I said, holding up my backpack. Before I could ask anymore questions she pulled me by my arms and down the stairs to the basement.

As soon as I got down there I was greeted by Dustin, Max, and Steve leaning over the couch. “I’m here, what’s the emergency?” I asked but before anyone could respond they turned to look at me revealing Eddie Munson shirtless on the couch.

“Nope. Im out.” I said, turning to leave but getting stopped my Robin. “Please Y/N! He’s hurt really bad and he’ll die without you!” She pleaded. I hated him but I didn’t want him dead.

I rolled my eyes and groaned. “You owe me, ALL of you.” I pointed my finger around the room getting reassuring nods from everyone.

I sighed and walked over to Eddie. I noticed he was bleeding from a puncture wound in his side. “What even happened?” I said, opening my backpack and pulling out the medical supplies I was asked to bring. “Well sweetheart, demobats are a real pain in the as-FUCK!” Eddie spoke for the first time, cutting himself off in pain. I winced, feeling bad for him. “Sorry! I should’ve warned you!” I said, pulling the rag with the disinfectant away from his body.

“As much as we would love to sit and watch Eddie suffer, we have to get in contact with Eleven and see if there’s any sign of her powers because we really need her right now.” Max said.

“Okay. Please be safe and if you need us my walkie will be on.” I said, waving goodbye to them. They all walked upstairs leaving me and Eddie alone.

“Okay Eddie I’m gonna need to clean the area, so please work with me here.” I said, turning my focus back to him. “Fuck…okay okay. Clean me up doc.” He said, tightly closing his eyes. As put the cloth back to his side he bucked his hips wildly and screamed profanities in pain. I pulled the rag away again. “Could you please stay still you intolerant shit!” I said in frustration. “Not my fault it feels like your opening a portal to hell on my side!” He yelled back. Like a lightbulb flashed in my head I straddled his hips on the couch.

He looked at me with shock. “If you want me that badly, sorry sweetheart your gonna have to wait. I gotta get cleaned up first, doctor’s orders.” He said smugly. “It’s to keep your hips down, as if I’d ever fuck you.” I rolled my eyes. Without any warning I put the rag back onto his skin. He bucked his hips up, meeting with my core. I let out a soft gasp before pushing down with all my weight to get him to stay down.

“Did I just buck against your pussy?” He said with a smile, trying not to groan out in pain.

“No! Just shut up and let me work!” I said, getting red in the face. I eventually got the area cleaned. While I stitched him up he leaned his head back and panted while trying not to scream. I put a bandage on and I went to get up but before I could Eddie put his hands on my hips and held me down.

“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice seeming quieter than normal. “You said i owe you right? Let me pay you back.” He said, licking his lips. His hands slid from my hips down onto my thighs. My breath hitched as I realized what he meant. “Eddie-“ I started but I found no words. “Yes sweetheart?” He said, running his hands slowly up my skirt.

I couldn’t say anything as his hands found my clothed heat. His fingers brushed my core, pressing lightly on my clit for a moment. “Eddie!” I gasped out. “Mhm?” He asked nonchalantly. “Fuck…don’t stop.” I moaned out. He smirked and moved my panties to the side. Without any warning he shoved his middle finger into my hole. “Christ! Yes Eddie!” I moaned as he found a rhythm. I moved my hips to meet his thrust. He added another finger, determined to make me cum. His other hand circled my clit quickly. I moaned loudly as he finger fucked me. “Yes! Right there!” I moaned out. I gripped onto his strong biceps as I came undone on his lap. He pulled his fingers out and put them in his mouth. He cleaned them up with his tongue.

I didn’t say anything as I got up and moved my cleaning supplies out of the way. “Stand up pretty boy.” I said, and he obliged. He got up with my help and sat in an uncomfortable metal folding chair while I turned the couch into a pullout bed. I got blankets for him and pillows before helping him lay down. I went to leave him to rest. “Not even gonna stay to cuddle? Wow such a player Y/N.” Eddie said, clearly with a smile. I playfully rolled my eyes before taking off my sweatshirt and laying down next to him. “I might accidentally hit you in my sleep. If you ever want me to leave let me know.” I said quietly as Eddie started to fall asleep. “Shut up and come here.” Eddie said before wrapping his arm around me and pulling me close to him.

#stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things smut #x y/n #enemies to lovers #steve harrington #max mayfield #dustin henderson #robin buckley #eddie my beloved #!injurededdie

[surveilenceysystem]

「 COOKIES AND SHENANIGANS」

Character(s): Kang Yeosang x fem!reader

Synopsis: A Christmas at the dorm

Genre: Romance

Trope: Established Relationships

Trigger Warning: horrendously written fluff 😃

Network: @cultofdionysusnet

For: @nebulousbrainsoup

Divider: @cafekitsune

WC: 700

A/n: At first I wanted to write about a holiday destination in a snowy mountain but then I remembered I've never seen snow so here you have my shitty attemptat writing how i feel like the ideal (delusional) Christmas should be. Hope you like this Orion, I'm unfortunately very very bad at writing fluff so im sorry for this horrendously horrible fluff honestly it feels half written and kinda disjointed. MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!🎄🎁

The first thing Yeosang noticed in his sleepy state was the delicious smell of coffee and cookies. Possibly from the living room, he can hear the chaos of conversations downstairs as he sits up at his bed, an unconscious smile growing across his lips. Today was not like the other days when he wanted to go back to sleep—in fact, it was the exact opposite. He was eager to get up.

He hurried to the bathroom to freshen up, flinging the covers off of him. He realised it was snowing as he raced through his morning routine. And from his window, the view was breathtaking.

For him, it was a unique moment of peace……that is until it was broken by Wooyoung's laughter.

He hears a chorus of laughter as he leaves the comforts of his room. Halfway down the steps, he witnesses Wooyoung and San laughing wildly at Mingi as he sits on the floor and whines.

He doesn't have time to consider a question or a reaction before his eyes meet Y/n's, whose eyes brighten the moment she sees him.

"Good morning and merry Christmas, my love," Y/n smiles while she walks up to him and puts her hand on his cheek. She kisses him briefly but sweetly on the lip. She takes his hand and leads him downstairs to the living room, where the mayhem continues to unfold..

"What exactly happened here?" He questioned, amused at how wooyoung, who was still breaking into fits of giggles, managed to respond to Yeosang while mingi remained on the ground, sulking.

"Guess whose gingerbread house fucking crumbled? Mingi was bragging about how 'peRFeCt HiS hOUse wAs gOnNa bE' while we were making them." Yeosang could hear Mingi mumble something incoherent as his fiancée gave him a sympathetic back rub.

Yeosang looks at y/n, who had been staring at him already. She giggles for a moment, then quickly gathers herself.

"Mingi tried his best; guys don't bully him." Everyone else—aside from Wooyoung—stopped laughing at the subtle irony in San's tone, which led Mingi into yet another fit of whining.

In an effort to put an end to their antics, Y/n ushered everyone to complete their share of the last-minute decorations. Yeosang follows her into the kitchen and notes how everything will be set up on the counter, including cooking utensils and goods. He turned to face Y/n, who was holding a dish and had already put on an apron.

"What are you making?" Curious, he asked. Y/n kept swiftly moving around the kitchen as she kept gathering things.

"With everything that just happened, I think I'll make the cookies first. The plan was to make gingerbread houses, pies, and then cookies." Y/n gestures for him to sit by pointing to a chair, and she smiles at him then returns back to focusing on the baking.

Yeosang watched his lover at work, her nose pinched in concentration and her brows furrowed. As Yeosang got caught up in her, the background conversation gradually subsided. The way she walked, like the breeze carrying the crisp fragrance of freshly brewed coffee. It was like a hot cup of comfort every time she acknowledged him with a grin. How periodically she would lean in to kiss the top of his head, making his pulse skip a beat.

It brought back to him all the little things about her that he cherished. How she would kiss the spot beside his eye every time. How, when he went by, she would shield him from the jagged edges of the furniture so as to avoid injuries. How, each time they crossed the street, she would hold fast onto his hand. How she would blow on any hot food before offering it to him. How his friends adored her so much, and how she cared for them. His admiration for her stemmed from all of these reasons and more.

Maybe he'll pop the question sooner than later.

#codn: santa23 #cultofdionysusnet #kpop au #imagines #ssystemwrites #ateez #ateez au #fanfic #ateez yeosang #kang yeosang #atz yeosang #yeosang x reader #ateez mingi #ateez wooyoung #ateez san #song mingi #jung yunho #choi san #atz wooyoung #atz mingi #atz san #atz fanfic

[atom-writings]

How would the main 8 react to a yandere S/O? And are there certain kinds of yandere they would be more okay with than others? Would they try to stop them or break up?

(Allies X Reader) Yandere S/O!

(Gender Neutral) Headcanons ~ A/N im so tired sorry i only did the allies for now but ill post the axis for this tommorow :]

Trigger Warning: Typical yandere TWs (Unhealthy behaviour, manipulation, stalking mentions, murder mentions) from both parties.

The charm he once found in your obsessive antics wears off pretty quickly. Sure, he’s glad your relationship is so easy, but it’s a little too easy. Your behaviour didn’t bother him until he realised how much it bothers others… have you been hiding something?

As time goes on, he might become more and more unnerved, more distant, more uncomfortable around you. If you cross that line for him, the breaking point would be something random. As big as getting arrested (him or you? Whichever you decide) or as small as forgetting to grab him a straw when he asked. He knows your relationship isn’t healthy… but he’s a loyal guy. He’s attached at that point. So… it’s not impossible to get yourself back on his good side.

Call him sick or whatever, but he wouldn’t mind a S/O that has a tendency for… elimination. Anyone he truly cares about is immortal, so your homicidal tendencies are no real threat. All he chooses to see it as is fatal dedication. You’re really willing to go that far for him? Wow, he’s real flattered.  (And the sight of you covered in blood? Christ.)

Arthur is… well… he’s always been a bit unconventional at heart, and he’s glad you are too. If anything, your obsession is nothing more than an ego boost. Unless you want him bending to your will, in which case you’re going to be sadly mistaken.

Because of that, he’s unlikely to cut off a Yandere S/O quickly, if at all. Even the creepy and disgusting things that would bother most don’t make him see you any differently. Even if you show up on his doorstep covered in blood, he’ll just invite you in for a nice dinner date. (But not if you bring a body. That implicates him, you know? It’s too much damn paperwork…) The only line Arthur has is that you don’t end up turning on him. The moment you start getting bored, or get mad at him for something trivial, the facade is over. If it’s only been a short while, he’ll break up with you. If it’s been any more… well… you’re about to be on the receiving end of your own behaviour.

Because of that, he would love a Yandere S/O that worships him. He’s willing to give you all the adoration and attention you deserve, satisfying your every sick craving, as long as he’s the one calling the shots. He just can’t get enough of the lovesick look in your eyes, doing everything he can to keep you as obsessed with him as possible.

Eh… he really wouldn’t enjoy a Yandere S/O. He believes that love should be freeing and beautiful! And whatever you feel for him… it’s definitely not that. He doesn’t mind your devotion sometimes but it’s suffocating! (And occasionally terrifying…)

Despite that, it would take a lot for him to cut you off. When it comes to you, he’s very, very tolerant. Even when you make him wildly uncomfortable with your obsession, he just can’t bring himself to break your heart. As you become nothing like the person he fell in love with, stalking him, threatening his friends, cutting him off from the outside world, he still loves you deep down. The only reason he might break up with you is just because your obsession with him has meant you lost all other personality. If all you can talk about is him, what’s the point.

The kind of Yandere S/O that he would like most is a manipulative one, though. For the most part, he doesn’t notice. And when he does, he doesn’t care too much. Most of the time what you want for him is what he wants for himself anyway. If anything, it just makes your whole relationship a performance. And isn’t that meaningful in its own way?

Ugh, you’re cute and all, but Yao does not have the energy to deal with you threatening everyone he knows. Sure, you can worship him or whatever, as long as you aren’t messing with the rest of his life, ok?

Even though he doesn’t mind your obsessive behaviours at home, he really can’t stand them in public. If you end up disrupting his daily life with your yandere tendencies one too many times, he has no issues cutting you off. You may be completely head over heels for him, but that fact only makes him love you less. It’s too easy… and it gets creepy a lot. Besides, it’s like he has to worry about you hurting him. If you stabbed him for breaking up with you, it’d just be embarrassing more than anything else.

Although he does have one Yandere trait he would like just the littlest bit. You making him feel isolated. Mainly because he isn’t truly isolated. All of your antics are nothing more than a game to him. He sees you cutting off all his contacts as romantic more than anything. In reality, he still has family and power, but you want him all to yourself, how cute. Maybe he’ll bring you a lonesome weekend retreat with him, so it’s just the two of you for once, just as a treat.

Ivan has plenty of experience already with Yanderes, and he would be less than enthused if his S/O turned out to be one. Thankfully for you, as much as he hates it, it’s not a complete dealbreaker.

And luckily for you, he’s a yandere in his own special way, so he wouldn’t be likely to cut you off. Most of your more toxic behaviours go right over your head since he’s used to being on the receiving end of them anyway. When you’re completely obsessed with him, he doesn’t even realize it. Only because he’s just as obsessed with you in the first place! The only thing that might really scare him away is once you start saying things Belarus has said about him. And once that happens, his illusion of your perfection falls away. Once you start banging down his door like she does, your relationship is as good as done.

That being said, he’d like an overly submissive S/O in that way. When you worship him and beg for his approval, it makes him feel more loved than anything else could. Most people want him as far away as possible, but you don’t! And it’s more than he could ever wish for. Whatever reward you want from him, you’ve got it.

#heta tag #hetalia imagines #hetalia x reader #arthur tag #ivan tag <3 #alfred tag #yao tag #francis tag #aph england x reader #hws england x reader #aph russia x reader #hws russia x reader #aph america x reader #aph china x reader #aph france x reader #hws america x reader #hws china x reader #hws france x reader

[chrisbitchtree]

A continuation of this ficlet from yesterday about Billy jerking off with Steve’s panties, for @stevewhoreington, who asked for more!

***

“Im sorry,” Billy said softly, still panting as he tried to catch his breath. “I just couldn’t help myself. It just felt so soft.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Steve replied, chuckling. “I understand. They are really soft. Did it need to be my $20 panties though? You can buy pairs that are almost just as soft at Walmart.”

“It’s not just that,” Billy mumbled, his cheeks turning red. “Liked thinking of the fact that you were wearing them before I did that. Didn’t even wash them first.”

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Steve said. “I think I can do something for you. Get dressed. We’re leaving for Walmart in 5.”

Steve had never seen Billy get ready for anything faster.

They took their time at the store, picking out several pairs of cheap, faux silk panties, both of them trying to hide the way they were chubbing up, just thinking about what they were going to do with them.

As soon as they got home, Steve slipped into one of their purchases, a lacy jade green pair, making sure that he was in Billy’s line of sight as he bent over while doing household chores.

Billy managed to last two hours before he was pulling Steve into his bedroom as he stripped out of his own jeans and briefs.

He pinned Steve up against the wall, leaning in close. “Can I kiss you?”

Steve almost giggled, thinking of how silly the question was after what they’d done that afternoon, but it was still nice of Billy to ask. “Yeah, yeah, you can kiss me. Please…” He was cut off by Billy’s lips pressing against his own.

Steve couldn’t believe they’d never kissed before. Wow, Billy was talented with his mouth. Steve was hard as a rock just from this, his dick straining against the panties, and he could feel Billy’s answering hardness pressing against his thigh, smearing precum on Steve’s leg.

Steve moved his hands down, starting to peel his panties off, ready to hand them to Billy, when the blond stopped him. “I want you to keep them on. Wanna rut up against you.”

“Ok, yeah, sure,” Steve replied, feeling lightheaded with just the idea of it. “How do you want me?”

“On all fours,” Billy replied, already stroking himself, looking at Steve with half lidded eyes.

Steve obeyed his command quickly, arranging himself on the bed, his ass in the air.

“Yeah, pretty boy,” Billy groaned, leaning down to kiss the dimples at the bottom of Steve’s spine before pressing up behind him. “Just like that. Just like I pictured it.”

He started with a slow grind at first, rutting up against Steve’s silky panties as he kissed the back of his neck and pinched his nipples. “Fuuuuuuck, baby, feels so good,” Steve cried out as Billy bit the juncture where his neck met his shoulder.

“Yeah, you like that?” Billy asked as he sucked at the mark before laving it with his tongue.

Steve nodded, whimpering.

Billy slid his fingers under the waistband of Steve’s panties, stroking his dick in time with his thrusts. Steve could feel the back of his panties becoming soaked from Billy’s pre.

Keeping time became more difficult as Billy’s thrusts became more erratic. It got to the point where he was just humping wildly against Steve’s ass like a dog, unable to contain himself.

“Yeah, baby, that’s it,” Steve cooed. “Hump me like a little bitch. Come all over my new panties. Don’t make me beg.” He’d taken over stroking himself, trying to cum at the same time as Billy.

“Won’t make you beg,” Billy rasped out, sliding his dick all over the silk, then stilling as he came with a cry, painting Steve’s ass white.

Steve had turned his head, catching the perfect O shape Billy’s mouth made as his pleasure peaked. That set Steve off and he shot all over his fist and the sheets. He collapsed on the bed and Billy splayed himself out over his back, playing with Steve’s hair as they came down from their shared high.

“Shit,” Billy said, chuckling softly. “You’re not going to be able to walk around without pants from now on if you don’t want that happening all the time.”

“Who said I don’t?” Steve replied, winking.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, Harrington,” Billy said, half laughing, half groaning. “And there’s no way I’d rather go.”

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #harringrove ficlet #lemon #chrisbitchtree writes #stevewhoreington

[halothenthehorns]

Magnus didn't even pretend like he wasn't going to stop and hear this story as he looked as wildly around at Percy as everybody else, only Annabeth didn't look surprised.

Percy relaxed back in his seat, kicking his feet out and crossing his ankles without a care in the world. "Rachel had been asking me about how that dog appeared to get us out of the arena, so I explained some of the details she didn't get and about how she was at camp now. Rachel was so upset she couldn't see her again that I IM'd Beckendorf to bring her to the city, we were going to meet up at the zoo. I hoped the Mist would blend her in as an elephant or something. So he flies in on Guido with Mrs. O'Leary right behind him, but he can't stick around because he's got some project that might explode the whole camp if he's not there to watch it and he runs off and, well-"

"You didn't exactly think that one through," Annabeth helpfully added.

"I did not think that one through," he sighed, "Mrs. O'Leary took no interest in Rachel and she started running around the place like crazy to sniff everything. So we're chasing her, I'm still half trying to explain what the heck a stygian ice whistle even is and why I don't have one, and she," he paused and sighed, truly sorry for what had happened, "she tried to jump headfirst into the elephant exhibit. The problem was, there's this platform thing she tried to leap off, and I guess she'd never done that trick before because she didn't go over them, she tried to go through them. Her head went in and didn't come out of some bars. So, she's crying, Rachel's promising her lawyers will sort out any damage this rogue delivery truck has apparently caused, and I'm standing there feeling like the worst person in the entire world."

"Time to call mom," Annabeth nodded without surprise.

"I panicked, it was the only thing I could think to do," Percy agreed, "I didn't know how to get her out without hurting her and I didn't think Beckendorf would answer a second IM, or have time to make a rainbow to call anyone anyways!"

He'd wanted Annabeth so bad in that moment, but she'd still been on the other side of the country not exactly speaking to him if it wasn't a war update. He was grateful Rachel must have brought it up at some point though he couldn't remember, since none of this was news to her now. It felt great, the perfect kind of normal to have her telling this story with him even when she hadn't been there. They might as well have been sitting around a fire at camp with the audience talking about their latest quest.

"Rachel has my mom's number and calls her to come down. She gets there and puts her hands on my shoulder and just tells me, Percy, cut her loose."

He still face palmed like he had then, though thankfully not one of them had suggested that obvious answer as they all watched in various levels of concern even knowing everybody had made it out of this okay.

"I jump over and use Riptide to cut through the bars like nothing while my mom starts scratching the spot above her tail, she could only reach because she'd come down there in her heels," he added sheepishly, only finding out later she'd been late to a meeting with a publisher for his non-emergency like the hectic child he always was. "Mrs. O'Leary knocked over a few concrete pillars and trees, I think her tail got hurt more than anything," he finished affectionately. "She gets out and spins around, and even though I'm the one who got her out, I think she realized who it was to thank, cause she starts giving my mom a whole bath and nuzzling her. It's probably a miracle she let my mom out of her sight again. My mom talked the zoo people into letting us take home like twenty pounds of raw meat and tack it to our bill and we took her back to our place. Mom went upstairs and cooked it up real quick and threw it out the window for her while Rachel and I checked her all over to make sure there was nothing really wrong with her from what we googled." He finished in relief.

"So what I got out of all that is, you should just stay far away from zoo's," Thalia nodded without surprise.

"My takeaway is, Percy literally can't go on a quest without a girl saving his ass," Alex snickered.

"Both life lessons I willingly accept," Percy chuckled.

#here's an early excerpt from Last Olympian #on the time Sally met Mrs. O'Leary #I'm rereading it and had to write this out right now #subject to change upon publishing the whole chapter of course #pjo #hoo #Mrs. O'Leary #Sally Jackson #Percy Jackson #Thalia Grace #Jason Grace #alex fierro #Magnus Chase #nico di angelo #will solace #rachel elizabeth dare #HDYSG #How Do You Say Gods #if anybody has any other renditions of this meeting I'd love to hear it!

[jordansgarden]

the seas couldn't keep me from you ⋆｡♡

mommy? sorry.

AAAANYWAYS im in love, she and i are girlfriends and ning is our third shared girlfriend. and kazuha's my boyfriend.

cw: few sexual themes, stupid nicknames lmao, drunk beidou in the hcs, poly relationship w bei and ning, just some fun fluff

this woman oh my god she is so bossy but it's like a hot way ykwim like she'll order you around and you'll be like "yes mommy"

she uses stupid nicknames for everyone. shut up no one asked you.

beidou loves drinking, have you seen her??? ever??? sometimes though, she'll be drinking someone under the table and yeah her tolerance is huge just like her cock but she's still fucked up

you have to carry her home. no, no you have to. you're not weak, you're dating her. oh? you thought she was your big strong protector? no dumbass she's the one dragging you into shit and you get yourself out.

you two'll be out on some mission ning sent you on and beidou will be standing right next to a tripwire and she'll literally look right at it and be like "wouldn't it be funny if i tripped it?"

you have to either stare her down or beg to get her to not. one time she was going to waltz on into a fatui camp cause she thought it was funny and she could take them all (which she totally could but ning would crucify the both of you) and you went "i'll let you eat me out if you don't."

the way she got on her knees. this isn't even a joke i'm being fr she got on her knees and looked up with that starry look that screamed "i'm madly in love with you".

anyway, she would try to trip a wire on purpose and you'd be the one making sure she didn't try to face tank a bomb.

point is, you're strong and used to her. so you carry her back to whatever inn you're staying at and the entire time she'll be mumbling shit.

"mmmmhaha~! hi pumpkinn, how you doin'?" "ya'know what, we should get married in inazuma, 'cause eternity and shit! kazuha can be our flower girl!!"

"cherry berry sweetie pie?" goofy ahh nicknames left right and center. you knew beidou was about to ask something wildly stupid.

without looking up, you continued to rummage through the large pile of papers. who knew the fatui loved paperwork? "do not touch it."

"wha- you don't even know what i was gonna say!" "i know it'll be dumb and the obvious answer is no. don't trip any wires, don't pull alarms, nothing." "c'monn, this is so boring though! moralicious is just making us do this cause she's mad i let you finish and not her, even though SHE was the one who did without permission and-"

hearing a noise, you pulled her to the entrance, hiding on the edge and covered her mouth. "mmph-!" "shh." you whispered straight into her ear, keeping an eye on the entrance to the cave the two of you were searching. "someone's coming."

beidou pulled your hand off, sticking her tongue out at you. you stayed unfazed, keeping a hand on your dagger. she noticed, and saw a little tassel charm on the handle. the charm was the one she gave you!!

"you kept it!" "bei', shut up. you'll give us away ag-"

"HEY! WHO'S IN THERE?!"

"..shit." laughing, beidou stepped out into the entrance and drew her greatsword.

"come and get me!"

you sighed and pulled out your sword, realizing you two were not getting out of this with just one casualty. she was going to get herself injured just for the fun of it and you gotta clean up the pieces, but it's okay because you secretly enjoyed it too.

but ning was not very happy.

#genshin impact #genshin things #genshin headcanons #beidou #genshin fluff #genshin x reader #beidou x you #beidou x reader #beidou x ningguang #i love women #genshin wlw

[kay-i-guess]

snow on the beach | Percy Jackson

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | Percy Jackson x gn!Reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | Swearing, a monster

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 | an unlikely meeting results in something fucking beautiful

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | based on this request <3 

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 1.4k ish

Holly shit I need to clear my head. I hear our apartment door slam behind me as I rush down the stairs. My head was reeling, why was this happening and why am I the only one who can see it? I feel their cool air hit my face and I just start walking not sure where I'm going. I'm brought back into my thoughts at the sound of a car horn. I stop and look around I know where I am just a few blocks from my family apartment. I rub my arms to keep myself warm even though it's still early winter it's a cold day and my fleece isn't doing much to keep the brisk wind out. 

I bite my lip as I try to get my thoughts together. Not going to lie to myself my entire life has been pretty wacky. But the last year has been something else. Today was the typing point, the tv was on with the news of some massive fire, but I could have sworn in the crowd amongst the smoke I saw 3 massive dogs, and not like mastiff size like a rhino size with glowing red eyes. When I pointed them out my family all thought I was joking and I played it off like that but the truth was I've been seeing things like that on and off for months now. I know what I saw but no one else can see it and it infuriates me.

I scan my eyes wildly for some answer as if one would be on the streets of new york. 

Fuck it, if no one else can see them then ill just have to pretend to be like them, I've been doing it my whole life just because now I have to add giant scary dogs to the list doesn't mean I can have a giant life crisis. 

I turn to head back but I stop in my tracks just a few meters away was one of them staring right at me. Okay, maybe the pretending could start when I was safe inside my home. I turn the corner and start running I can hear the pounding of its feet, or maybe that's my heart I turn to check if it's behind me but suddenly I slam into something. I tumble onto the sidewalk and I feel burning pain on one side of my body.

“Oh my gods I’m so sorry are you okay” I hear a voice say 

“Im alive if that's what you're asking” I push my body up so I can see who is talking, and my eyes widen as I see what he's holding “fuck dude is it even legal to have that!” I scramble away from the buy with the might I add very deadly weapon” 

“I think so?” his eyes widen as if releasing something “Wait you can see it” 

I wince as I stand up “You mean the fucking sword in your hand? yeah. I can see it” I scan my injuries “Dude these are my favourite pants!” where my knee and leg hit the ground there was a giant tear

“You’re more worried about your pants than the gash in your leg?” he says jokingly 

“Skin will heal my pants will not” I eye him “Who are you anyway and why were you surprised I could see your sword?”    

“Oh um this might sound weird but do you ever see anything” Taking in my bewildered expression he tries to explain “Like weird things and other people cont see them or see something else” 

 My eyes widen in shock my brain is telling me to run as far as I can but for some reason, I blurt out “Like the monster dogs?”

He seemed to be thinking then his eyes lit up “Yes! The ones with red eyes?” 

“That's what I was running from dude! There's one a few blocks around the corner!”

“Oh! Why didn't you say so?” his eyes snapped from me to the corner of the street and back to me “Meet me here tomorrow at noon okay?” 

“Sure?” I’m confused, my head is spinning and the pain from my fall is starting to kick in 

“I'll answer all your questions I promise but right now go somewhere safe. Now!”

 I do just that as I sprint away taking a different route to my home.    

Later that night I was lying in my bed my thoughts spiralling.

Who was the (quite attractive) guy?

Why can he see the same stuff as I can?

Why can I see it?

I groan as I roll over in bed, I can't deal with this right now. Even though I would see him in a few hours it felt like I would have to wait a lifetime. 

✭✭✭

I tap my foot as my eyes dart around the street, I had gotten there early due to my nerves. I gnaw on my lip. What if he died? I would never know, and I would never get answers. 

I glance around again and this time I spot the sea-green eyes I was looking for, I smile out of relief and almost break into a grin as he smiles back from across the street. I can't help it this guy is seriously cute. 

“Oh thank god I had thought you had died” I grab his arm pulling him towards a coffee shop to get out of the cold air.

“Awwww missed me already?” he teases as I push the door open and step inside.

“Don't flatter yourself, you owe me answers.”

We slip into a booth in the back where no one would hear us. 

“So?” I ask 

“So what?” he asked cluelessly

I roll my eyes “Well I know nothing about you except you can see stuff like me, a name would be helpful for starters”

“Percy Jackson at your service, and you are?” he extends his hand 

“Y/N L/N, a pleasure to meet you” I shake his hand and giggle slightly at the formalness of it.

Percy explains about the gods and monsters and how it was all real in our world, then about how he was a demigod and went to a camp with all of them.

I nod slowly “Okay” I can hear my voice shake slightly and I take a deep breath “Cool, cool, cool monsters and Greek gods I can get my head around 

Percy tilts his head slightly scanning my face “You seem to be taking this well”

I laugh lightly “If I'm doing well I hate to see others, but yeah after what I've seen in my life it's not hard to put a reason behind it, even if the reason is slightly mind-blowing” I joke

Percy smiles but then scans my face again,

“What?” I ask he furrows his eyebrows “You keep looking at me like you're trying to figure something out.” I explain 

He sighs “I'm just trying to figure out if you're a half-blood”

 I cut him off “Like you?” 

“Yeah like me, but if you were we should have found you already,” his face told me it was a long story for another day “This might sound weird but do you have both of your parents?”

I laugh thinking he's joking but I stop when I see no humour in his face “I do yea” I tense I don't like where this conversation was going 

“Then you probably like my mom, she is completely mortal but can see through the mist”

“The what? Like fog?” my head was spinning 

“No, like a magical veil”

I shake my head “Can we talk about something else for a minute I think my head is going to explode,” 

“Of course, I remember when I first learned about all this.”

I smile gratefully “Tell me about your friends, from this camp place”

He tells me all about Tyson Grover Annabeth and Jason, it's obvious how much he cares about this place. We're both smiling and laughing, it was the happiest I felt in a while. His smile was contagious.

 After not long enough I look out the window and realized it was getting late 

“I should go, my dad is waiting for me” I sigh

“Oh okay,” he sounds as disappointed as I felt “Can I walk you back?”

The question takes me by surprise 

“Only if you want of course-”

 I cut him off “I would like that”

We grab our coats and I start leading the way.

Too quickly I stop at our apartment complex 

“So this is goodbye?” I ask 

“For now” he smiles reassuringly  

“Oh fuck it” I mumble and lean forward to kiss him on the cheek 

His eyes widen and a smile grows on his face “You missed” he jokes 

My nervousness melts into happiness “I guess il have to try again”

I pull his head down to meet mine, before our lips meet I whisper “I kinda have a crush on you Percy Jackson”

“Me too” and with that he closes the gap between us.

As we pull apart I can feel the coolness on my exposed skin, I look up and gasp

“It's snowing!” 

Our eyes meet and time feels frozen for a second, I'm afraid to speak too scared of ruining the perfect moment. It's like snow on the beach unlikely but fucking stunning.

#percy jackson x reader #percy jackon and the olympians #percy pjo #pjo #riordan books #request

[quietwingsinthesky]

8 and 16 for the choose violence ask

8. Common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about.

That Dean would return Cas’s love confession

Okay no actually you know what. I’m gonna talk about that. Maybe it’s just me being deep in Aro!Dean land, but I’m not seeing it. I’m not seeing at any point in the show where Dean loved Castiel. And I’ve been looking, I swear, but I’m. There’s no destiel on my screen. There is a lot more sastiel than I remember but there’s no destiel happening on my screen! There IS a lot of Castiel clearly having Problems and Issues and Angst about dean, and. Zero doubt here there that that angel wants to fuck him. But I honestly can’t imagine any happy ending for dean that revolves solely or even mostly around a romantic attachment. That man is hardwired for family being the most important thing to him, and I love that. Aro!Dean wins again.

Other notable things include: headcanoning Sam as not queer/trans because he’s too boring. Talked about that. Weird fucking opinion to have. That Gabriel is not exactly as fucked up as the other archangels, especially when presenting sabriel as the Good Sam Ship as opposed to samifer. My dudes, did we not watch mystery spot, do the reading. Also. Also. Not acknowledging the really clear character degradation of Lucifer in the later seasons/attributing later seasons stuff to how he acts in s5, just a personal gripe because whatever, people can read him however they want, but I really feel like on a meta level you gotta talk about how these are Two Different Characters who just happen to have been jammed into the same character. Okay. I think that’s it.

16. You can’t understand why people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc.)

I do not like coffee shops AUs. Actually, it’s more that im Extremely picky about AUs that aren’t canon divergence, and will drop them immediately the minute I feel like I’m no longer reading about the characters I like and am instead reading about Generic Guys who say funny quips and then kiss. Which is not a coffee shop au specific problem but the frequency with which that kind of au attracts that writing means I have kind of been turned off from ever reading them again.

if you are writing Sam into your coffee shop au and at some point he does not drop some insane backstory about the time he was kidnapped and forced to fight to the death with a bunch of other college kids, you have failed at writing this au and I am banishing you to the shadow realm /j

The other thing that I do not understand at all, and this extends into a problem with canon, I’m well aware, is how happily people will accept the idea that Castiel is rebellious/different from other angels because he was just Made Wrong. he’s too Broken to be like a real angel. that all the other angels are mindless drones and Castiel is the one good one who could learn about free will, usually justified with it being that “his love for dean is what makes him special”, but even outside of destiel circles, this kind of thing gets very annoying lmao.

And it’s just. That’s wrong. The show might have decided post-s8 that it believed this about Castiel but it’s False and Bad. I’m gesturing wildly at Uriel and Anna and Gabriel and Lucifer and Balthazar and Michael and shit what’s that one angel doing pinball I love them, them too, and Castiel is not special!!! He should not be special!!! All angels have the capacity for free will, they are living under a terrifying system of suppression that has stripped them of their ability to use it and has taught them that when an angel does something they disagree with, killing them is a mercy! (See: the implications of that one angel healer in s9 + Uriel and Cas being sent to kill Anna for falling in s4)

CASTIEL IS NOT SPECIAL. STOP SAYING HE IS SPECIAL. THE CRACK IN THE CHASSIS LINE IS BAD TO HOLD UP AS EVIDENCE OF HIM BEING UNIQUELY FLAWED.

ahem. sorry. i like the supernatural angels. i think making castiel into some separate special being who is the only one capable of rebelling and feeling love and etc does a massive disservice to the heaven storylines and angels as a whole. i think the show’s choice to never have another major angel character who wasn’t killed off quickly/made “too evil” to redeem was a bad decision and contributes to this view of cas as Different and The Good One.

#ask

[skulkingfoxes]

hi, i bought your comic "twigs" and loved it, i was wondering if you had any willingness to share the process of making it?

im an artist whos trying to start doing comics but i find the idea of starting a larger scale comic (such as kingfisher) wildly intimidating in terms of art direction. im trying to start small, such as a 30 page comic (ive done 5-10 page comics before) but i still find the art direction so scary lol

(Oh god this sent is was much longer ago than I thought I'm so sorry I took so long)

First off, thank you so much! I'm glad you liked Twigs, it's a project that still holds special place in my heart.

Okay, SO- the Twigs you know today was made originally for Shortbox, a digital comic fair for debuting short comics.

The concept of what would become Twigs was one developing in my brain for a while. Or, rather, the concept of a changeling trying to figure out where they belong after the person they were meant to replace comes home. At that point though, the changeling was just a cute fairy boy, because who wouldn’t want that. It was playing with the idea of choosing your own family and where you belong. But it was only a vague half idea, I didn’t really have a good sense of how long it could be or even what the point was. I remember musing that it was a story that I would probably never make. These are the only sketches I made for it.

It wasn’t till I remembered another variant of the changeling, one where the creature was just an enchanted bale of hay or twigs and thrown into the fire once they’re discovered. I wondered what it was like to realize that you are in fact completely disposable, destined to fall apart and be forgotten. I thought this was far too depressing of a concept and that I would never use it.

If you’ve read the story, then you know that I changed my mind. The idea just stuck around in my brain too much, it gave such a bittersweetness to the story. It was then the story began to come together. I ended up writing the whole first draft of the outline in a phone-tapping frenzy at 1 am. It's almost stream of conscious prose, where I write out how I imagine the scene going. I'm a very visual thinker.

You mostly asked this in terms of how I figured things out visually. Something that helped me out when I first started was making a pinterest board. It was very useful to put together a visual library to help gestate my ideas and vision for the story.

The inspiration of the witch was the folk tale character Baba Yaga, so that was a starting place for her and, since her home is an extension of her, figuring out the cottage. Down to earth, practical, with an agelessness to them. The Witch doesn't share her home with others so everything in it is suited to her. But it's also warm and cozy, since the cottage serves as a safe space for the characters to talk and rest. Getting reference photos helped a lot in imagining the home and making it feel lived-in.

You can also see me finding a couple of photos that helped my picture the character Tristan and his big feather cloak and other illustrations/photos reflect the world I wanted to create. A dark ancient setting with strangeness and sense of whimsy. Like a sad fairytale.

Don't be afraid to look at movies, books, paintings, etc when finding visual inspiration! For another project, a colored comic based in the Salem Witch trials, I was taking screenshots from the movie VVitch to copy the palette lol. Be a scavenger! Do studies! Take pieces of everything around you to make something unique!

After that, I admit, a lot of it was a lot of sketching, Drawing out ideas, figuring out vibes, I took a pen to cheap sketchbook and just brainstormed. This is how I often bang out design- just keep drawing them until it feels right. It feels a bit like carving away at clay to find the statue underneath. I like designing with a pen because it keeps me from getting too precious with the drawings. These sketches are meant for exploring, not for drawing anything nice yet.

(I know there was a lot more than this but I can't find those files now rip)

I also say- you don't have to figure everything out before you start drawing. It's great to get used to drawing your characters and maybe a blue layout of certain rooms, but it's not 100% needed.

I've seen comic artists obsess over perfecting character sheets and concept art and never actually starting the comic. I've never made a character sheet unless a job demanded I did.

I'm sure there is some pithy quote here I could use, but I find so much of comics to be improv based on what a scene needs lol. If the characters go to the other side of a room that I didn't design, I will probably just find a decent reference (thank you pinterest) sketch it out, and use that.

This really is a great representation of my process 80% of the time.

Whew that ended up being long lol. Sorry about that. But I hope it was helpful at all!

#twigs #ask #process

[milkweedman]

I am sorry you've been harrassed by terfs, but the way you are currently trying to weed them out seems a bit misguided. As in, the vast majority of terfs are in fact ok with big hairy CIS men. The so-called men they are actively hating are trans women/transfem people. So by acting like you proclaiming your love to big hairy dudes is the best terf-repellant you seem to be missing the point at best.

i'd love to actually respond to your concerns or whatever the hell it was that you were trying to convey with this ask, but it has almost no basis in reality so i literally cant.

thats the one statement on how effective i think the banners are that has left my queue so far. which is: i hope it works but also have literally 2 other backup plans already in case it does not. i dont know why youre calling that "acting like [me] proclaiming [my] love to big hairy dudes is the best terf-repellant", because thats wildly off target from what i have actually said at any point. everything else youve said is also pretty much either dead wrong or ignorant, so im getting the feeling that you not reading has been a problem for a while.

(ive also not mentioned terfs this entire time--ive been talking about radfems and using the word radfems. they're not the same thing although there's large overlap. so like. thats strike two for zero reading comprehension, buddy. cause you are literally not talking about the group im talking about and youre also inventing whole new sentences that i didnt say.)

#obviously reading ability does not equal intelligence. more about the wild overconfidence of someone who didnt bother to check if they #even read a statement correctly #i misread things all the time which is why i also dont barge into strangers inboxes to insult THEIR intelligence #because i know theres always a chance im completely wrong and i dont want to be an asshole #anon you could give that a try #like what am i even supposed to say to this ? i dont think its the best terf repellant and have never said that ? #but if you know so much about them go ahead and tell us your suggestions for how to get rid of them #im skeptical that they will make any sense at all but im always open to new ideas #(feels nice to be condescended to doesnt it ? i assume thats why you were condescending to me so im returning the favor <3) #anyway other than this fool thank you all for the supportive asks im glad youre enjoying the banners ! so am i :D #way too soon to tell if theyre working (no radfems yet but i usually get a wave of them every couple months so i wont jump to conclusions) #but just as blog decor theyre already great #there are many many asks though and i dont enjoy when this blog is less fiber craft than other stuff #so im reading each one and appreciating them but please dont be upset that im not responding to them or posting them #i have the first 2 i got in my queue and then i got like 20 more so