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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 1 year

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I posted 541 times in 2022

That's 541 more posts than 2021!

317 posts created (59%)

224 posts reblogged (41%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@mikami1992

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@stealingyourbones

@ashoutinthedarkness

@maribatshipper

I tagged 443 of my posts in 2022

Only 18% of my posts had no tags

#danny phantom - 224 posts

#dp x dc - 209 posts

#fanfiction prompts - 197 posts

#prompts - 193 posts

#danny fenton - 190 posts

#batman - 104 posts

#the alien answers - 102 posts

#robin - 74 posts

#tim drake - 65 posts

#damian wayne - 65 posts

Longest Tag: 134 characters

#tim does not get coffee though and hes mad about it but he also really likes how the water in his tiny bird bath feels on his feathers

My Top Posts in 2022:

Au where Danny somehow managed to wipe any proof of his existence from the face of the planet, including the memories people had of him. He tells himself this was fine. Better than fine actually.

This just means that his loved ones were less likely to get hurt in the crossfire. Also Vlad is now clueless as to why he's in Amity in the first place and as Mayor no less. He resigns within a week to go back to Wisconsin after three days of nonstop blathering from Jack.

Danny basically starts living in a lake in the woods, its not like he needs to breath and he finds the water calming. Also the fish are friendly. Plus there's a cave nearby if he needed to stay in human form for whatever reason.

He had water and shelter, down now he just needed access to food unless he wanted to eat his new fish friends.

This is when Danny learned he could use the weird magical girl ring to shape-shift into other people.

So he got into the habit of transforming into one of the residents of a house and raiding the pantries.

This turned out to be a pretty open secret amongst the people of Amity Park. They knew it was Phantom, primarily because he's a terrible liar but also because people have cell phones and communicate.

This is never really an issue since no one tells the Fentons or the Feds. At least, it wasn't an issue until the Justice League came sniffing around. The people of Amity have only become more untrusting of the government as years passed and became equally as protective over thier local ghostboy. So everytime they came around no one but the Fentons would say anything to them other than, "Leave." Or "You're not wanted here." Before walking away.

It was a day like any other for Phantom. Some teens had rented out a house in town, likely to experience the most haunted town in America. Whatever. Teens always bring the best snacks.

So he transformed into the cute redheaded guy right after they left and walked past the living room towards the kitchen like he's done a dozen times before.

"Uh, Wally?" Dannys head whipped around to see the black haired teen sitting on the couch, his blue eyes wide with shock and worry. The one with a Superman t-shirt on. "Are you ok? Your heartbeat is really slow."

Danny could only think of one word to sum up this situation. Fuuuuuckk

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Au where all the ghosts hide thier real names on instinct, not only because knowing a ghosts name gives you power over them but because you could use thier name to potentially find thier grave through magic or Google.

Once you find thier bones there's no shortage of what you could do.

Due to the nature of Embers obsession she isn't able to hide her name and during a fight she reveals to Phantom she lives in a constant state of anxiety fearing someone might find her body and use it against her

Phantom knocks on her door a week later with not only her body but her entire casket floating behind him. She's oddly touched. This is probably the nicest thing anyone has ever done for her. Word, of course, spreads of this and other spirits ask him to do the same for them and are willing to make deals

Another week later Batman is investigating all the robbed graves and trying to figure out wtf is going on

Edit: Yes the removal of the caskets cause the graves to sink in and thats how Batman is alerted to the issue. I had left this as an implication but felt the need to clarify due to people talking about it in the notes.

Edit 2: You could also have a grave keeper see Phantom stealing caskets and alert authorities. Whats more this is likely happening in more than just Gotham. You could also have another ghost/ a magic user see this super powerful spirit robbing graves and being like, "Well that seems ominous. I should tell someone about that."

Please forgive me for adding more, I have no control over myself

3,286 notes - Posted June 29, 2022

Au where Danny ends up in Gotham and gets saved by the birds while in human form. He starts pseudo haunting them before returning to Amity Park.

He frequently pops back in to Gotham to invisibility give gifts to the batfam.

Dick gets circus themed things that seem to move around the manor when no one is looking.

Stephanie and Tim both get comics, manga and movies from different dimensions and its only once they start looking up fandoms/ going on Twitter do they realize that these manga/movies apparently don't exist.

The same thing happens with Jason and books. The weird part is that after he finishes reading one of the books for the nth time, (the ones that he and Duke swears glow) and finally retires it to the shelf they disappear. This only happens with the glowey books though. He gets to keep the others

Damian keeps getting new swords, which everyone but him has a problem with.

Duke keeps getting things that activate his powers and he can't really make heads or tails from most of it.

Cass gets lots of soft things like stuffed animals that are nice for hugs and other sensory reasons and dance stuff. Her favorite so far is a gigantic bat in a tutu.

Barbara and Tim (he gets double i guess) both get tech stuff that they've never seen before and make a hobby of reverse engineering the new product of the week.

Alfred gets all sorts of gag gifts like an apron that says "I'm the real boss here" and a mug that has a fancy mustache on the bottom that matches his real one

Bruce gets almost exclusively much bat themed gifts.

No one is sure where the stuff is coming from (and in Jason's case where its going) but they all assume its someone else in the family doing it because its themed around both thier hero and thier personal interests. It finally comes to a head when the batfam are all out together when they come home to find a beautiful and ornate sword laying on the kitchen table for Damian and they all simultaneously realize no one had been home to put it there.

Alfred gets the shotgun while everyone else enters detectives mode.

Danny himself doesn't even realize the extent in which he's been messing with them and doesn't really think past the, "I hope they like their gifts" thing.

3,345 notes - Posted July 15, 2022

Au where Danny gets deaged by a magical artifact in the GZ and gets lost in a different dimension with Cujo. While exploring Gotham as Phantom he decides to play up the little kid routine and use his puppy friend to do it.

At this point Danny had finally trained the pup and he actually listened to him. Needless to say there's a certain flock of bats and birds who keep pestering him at night. All he's trying to do is explore the city and play with his dog. Is that so bad?

Danny doesnt usually bother hiding from them. Not much point considering he shines like a spotlight in Gothams gloom anytime he's in his phantom form. Plus Cujo is glowy and green, so that doesn't help matters.

Danny usually runs them on a wild goose chase in the name of "Tag" before disappearing. He stole Batmans cape by phasing it off of him and he now uses it as a blanket at night (its surprisingly warm), he stole another one at Red Hoods request and gave it to him, he's set up play dates between Cujo and Harleys hyenas, he's pied Joker in the face, he's pet Penguins pet penguins right in front of him, he's been trapped in an elevator with Brucie Wayne for two hours, he's had a tea party with Catwomans cats and may have broken into her apartment to do it, he's kidnapped Red Robin and made him go to the park and play on the swings with him, he's gotten into actual fights with Robin and last but not least, he came up with the Puppy Paw of Approval.

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Nightwing stared at the kid they had been chasing every other night for the last three months now, confused. "Whats the Puppy Paw of Approval?"

The kid moved the puppy, Cujo (which Jason finds hilarious) up in front of his face, holding him there by his armpits.

The dog was making the "no thoughts head empty" face with his tongue sticking out just a smidge. Dick was tempted to coo. "The Puppy Paw of Approval is an award! Arf!" The kid said in a higher pitched pretend voice.

"Its awarded to people we really really like! Arf!"

Nightwing gasped dramatically, playing along with the boy, "You really like me that much?"

"Of course!" The boy floated over to Dick and places one of the dogs paws on the man's chest. "Da da da daaa!" The kid sang, "You now have the Puppy Paw of Approval!"

The vigilante sniffled, "I will always cherish this! Thank you!"

The kid giggled and Cujo barked at him. The little green rottweiler panted up at him with a giants smile and his little nub tail wagging a mile and minute.

God, Nightwing couldn't wait for his newest little brother to join the family.

Dick was dismayed to learn he was actually the second person to get the PPA. The first being Tim, the third being Harley and the forth being Catwoman. Ivy was apparently salty about not getting one but the kid was scared of her for some reason.

Danny makes friends with lots of people throughout the city. Scarecrow learns of the bats recruitment attempts on this boy and decides to use the fear toxin on him. This has the unexpected outcome of making the child cry.

And then the whole city was out for his head.

3,508 notes - Posted August 11, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Theres a new mom and pop coffee shop in Gotham that's doing pretty well. The place has a casual playful vibe but it only ever has one employee, which has lead to it having a bit of a urban myth status.

He's there through all the opening hours and no one ever sees him come or go, only the lights switching off and the teen disappearing.

It probably doesn't help that the shop has a ghost themed name.

His name tag reads, "Nightingale" and he always has a polite smile, but the few who dare to act out in his shop notice his eyes flash a particular shade of green and are suddenly overcome with the feeling that they're being stared down by a large apex predator and a sickening sense of dread.

Needless to say people behave in his shop.

Whats more is that his store shows up on county records just fine, but if you try to look into anything your computer glitches out and you can't find anything. Obviously "Nightingale" can't be the owner, he looks only 15. Some say he's a vampire, others say he's a zombie like Red Hood.

Tim doesn't care what he is because the first time he entered at night as Red Robin the guy immediately started making a coffee were he could see, made it exactly how he liked it and gave it to him before he even had the chance to order. Then he refused his money, saying it was on the house.

None of the people waiting in line argued or were upset and Tim was unsure if that was because he was a well known Gotham vigilante or it Nightingales reputation protected him.

Either way the coffee was delicious.

Tim didn't know how to feel when he found out his family was investigating the "possible runaway" who worked at the coffee shop.

3,554 notes - Posted November 10, 2022

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SAINT OF THE DAY (October 22)

Saint John Paul II is perhaps one of the most well-known pontiffs in recent history.

He is most remembered for his charismatic nature, his love of youth and his world travels, along with his role in the fall of communism in Europe during his 27-year papacy.

Karol Józef Wojtyla, known as John Paul II since his October 1978 election to the papacy, was born in the Polish town of Wadowice, a small city 50 kilometers from Krakow, on 18 May 1920.

He was the youngest of three children born to Karol Wojtyla and Emilia Kaczorowska.

His mother died in 1929. His eldest brother Edmund, a doctor, died in 1932. His father, a non-commissioned army officer, died in 1941. A sister, Olga, had died before he was born.

He was baptized on 20 June 1920 in the parish church of Wadowice by Fr. Franciszek Zak, made his First Holy Communion at age 9, and was confirmed at 18.

Upon graduation from Marcin Wadowita high school in Wadowice, he enrolled in Krakow's Jagiellonian University in 1938.

The Nazi occupation forces closed the university in 1939 and young Karol had to work in a quarry (1940-1944).

He then worked in the Solvay chemical factory to earn his living and to avoid being deported to Germany.

In 1942, aware of his call to the priesthood, he began courses in the clandestine seminary of Krakow, run by Cardinal Adam Stefan Sapieha, archbishop of Krakow.

At the same time, Karol Wojtyla was one of the pioneers of the "Rhapsodic Theatre," also clandestine.

After the Second World War, he continued his studies in the major seminary of Krakow, once it had re-opened, and in the faculty of theology of the Jagiellonian University.

He was ordained to the priesthood by Archbishop Sapieha in Krakow on 1 November 1946.

Shortly afterwards, Cardinal Sapieha sent him to Rome where he worked under the guidance of the French Dominican, Garrigou-Lagrange.

He finished his doctorate in theology in 1948 with a thesis on the subject of faith in the works of St. John of the Cross (Doctrina de fide apud Sanctum Ioannem a Cruce).

At that time, during his vacations, he exercised his pastoral ministry among the Polish immigrants of France, Belgium and Holland.

In 1948, he returned to Poland and was vicar of various parishes in Krakow as well as chaplain to university students.

This period lasted until 1951 when he again took up his studies in philosophy and theology.

In 1953, he defended a thesis on the "Evaluation of the possibility of founding a Catholic ethic on the ethical system of Max Scheler" at Lublin Catholic University.

He became professor of moral theology and social ethics in the major seminary of Krakow and in the Faculty of Theology of Lublin.

On 4 July 1958, he was appointed titular bishop of Ombi and auxiliary of Krakow by Pope Pius XII.

He was consecrated by Archbishop Eugeniusz Baziak on 28 September 1958 in Wawel Cathedral, Krakow.

On 13 January 1964, he was appointed archbishop of Krakow by Pope Paul VI, who made him a cardinal on 26 June 1967 with the title of S. Cesareo in Palatio of the order of deacons, later elevated pro illa vice to the order of priests.

Besides taking part in Vatican Council II (1962-1965) where he made an important contribution to drafting the Constitution Gaudium et spes, Cardinal Wojtyla participated in all the assemblies of the Synod of Bishops.

The Cardinals elected him Pope at the Conclave of 16 October 1978. He took the name of John Paul II.

On October 22, the Lord's Day, he solemnly inaugurated his Petrine ministry as the 263rd successor to the Apostle.

His pontificate, one of the longest in the history of the Church, lasted nearly 27 years.

Driven by his pastoral solicitude for all Churches and by a sense of openness and charity to the entire human race, John Paul II exercised the Petrine ministry with a tireless missionary spirit, dedicating it all his energy.

He made 104 pastoral visits outside Italy and 146 within Italy. As Bishop of Rome, he visited 317 of the city's 333 parishes.

He had more meetings than any of his predecessors with the People of God and the leaders of Nations.

More than 17,600,000 pilgrims participated in the General Audiences held on Wednesdays (more than 1160), not counting other special audiences and religious ceremonies [more than 8 million pilgrims during the Great Jubilee of the Year 2000 alone], and the millions of faithful he met during pastoral visits in Italy and throughout the world.

We must also remember the numerous government personalities he encountered during 38 official visits, 738 audiences and meetings held with Heads of State, and 246 audiences and meetings with Prime Ministers.

His love for young people brought him to establish the World Youth Days.

The 19 WYDs celebrated during his pontificate brought together millions of young people from all over the world.

At the same time, his care for the family was expressed in the World Meetings of Families, which he initiated in 1994.

John Paul II successfully encouraged dialogue with the Jews and with the representatives of other religions, whom he invited several times to prayer meetings for peace, especially in Assisi.

Under his guidance, the Church prepared herself for the third millennium and celebrated the Great Jubilee of the Year 2000 in accordance with the instructions given in the Apostolic Letter Tertio Millennio adveniente.

The Church then faced the new epoch, receiving his instructions in the Apostolic Letter Novo Millennio ineunte in which he indicated to the faithful their future path.

With the Year of the Redemption, the Marian Year and the Year of the Eucharist, he promoted the spiritual renewal of the Church.

He gave an extraordinary impetus to Canonizations and Beatifications, focusing on countless examples of holiness as an incentive for the people of our time.

He celebrated 147 beatification ceremonies during which he proclaimed 1,338 Blesseds and 51 canonizations for a total of 482 saints.

He made Thérèse of the Child Jesus a Doctor of the Church.

He considerably expanded the College of Cardinals, creating 231 Cardinals (plus one in pectore) in 9 consistories.

He also called six full meetings of the College of Cardinals.

He organized 15 Assemblies of the Synod of Bishops — six Ordinary General Assemblies (1980, 1983, 1987, 1990, 1994, and 2001); one Extraordinary General Assembly (1985); and eight Special Assemblies (1980,1991, 1994, 1995, 1997, 1998 (2), and 1999).

His most important Documents include 14 Encyclicals, 15 Apostolic Exhortations, 11 Apostolic Constitutions, 45 Apostolic Letters.

He promulgated the Catechism of the Catholic Church in the light of Tradition as authoritatively interpreted by the Second Vatican Council.

He also reformed the Eastern and Western Codes of Canon Law, created new Institutions, and reorganized the Roman Curia.

As a private Doctor, he also published five books of his own: "Crossing the Threshold of Hope" (October 1994), "Gift and Mystery, on the fiftieth anniversary of my ordination as priest" (November 1996), "Roman Triptych" poetic meditations (March 2003), "Arise, Let us Be Going" (May 2004) and "Memory and Identity" (February 2005).

In the light of Christ risen from the dead, on 2 April A.D. 2005, at 9:37 pm, while Saturday was drawing to a close and the Lord's Day was already beginning, the Octave of Easter and Divine Mercy Sunday, the Church's beloved Pastor, John Paul II, departed this world for the Father.

From that evening until April 8, date of the funeral of the late Pontiff, more than three million pilgrims came to Rome to pay homage to the mortal remains of the Pope.

Some of them queued up to 24 hours to enter St. Peter's Basilica.

On April 28, the Holy Father Benedict XVI announced that the normal five-year waiting period before beginning the cause of beatification and canonization would be waived for John Paul II.

The cause was officially opened by Cardinal Camillo Ruini, vicar general for the diocese of Rome, on 28 June 2005. He was beatified on 1 May 2011.

On 27 April 2014, he was canonized by Pope Francis during a ceremony in St. Peter's Square.

In an April 24 message sent to the Church in Poland, Pope Francis gave thanks for the 'great gift' of the new Saint, saying of John Paul II that he is grateful, "as all the members of the people of God, for his untiring service, his spiritual guidance, and for his extraordinary testimony of holiness."

#Saint of the Day #Saint John Paul II #Pope John Paul II #Karol Józef Wojtyla #World Youth Day #World Meetings of Families #Great Jubilee of the Year 2000 #College of Cardinals

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doctorprofessorsong · 1 year

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I posted 8,782 times in 2022

104 posts created (1%)

8,678 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@wigglebox

@valleydean

@unlimiteddream90

@fellshish

@you-cant-spell-subtext-without

I tagged 2,128 of my posts in 2022

#destiel - 550 posts

#deancas - 447 posts

#the winchesters - 200 posts

#spnwin - 187 posts

#suptober22 - 175 posts

#castiel - 129 posts

#supernatural - 108 posts

#spn - 103 posts

#cas - 100 posts

#spnwin spoilers - 100 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#and your art is so unbelievably gorgeous it makes me want to scream into a pillow there aren’t enough laurels on earth to throw at your fee

My Top Posts in 2022:

Destiel fic recs

Well, it looks like the brainrot is permanent and there is no cure. I can't seem to get enough of these dudes. Please enjoy the fruits of my unending obsession with another rec list.

Love Bites by @malmuses (Explicit, 34k)

I don't know why I love a tiny creature Dean, but this fic had my entire heart from the first chapter. Not since OctopusDean said bloop has a Dean been this adorable.

Dean, a vampire in bat form, gets injured by Cas' menace of a cat (affectionate). Cas nurses him back to health and, as Dean heals, he finds himself more and more enamored with his savior.

Cas is delightfully awkward and Dean is entirely smitten and it makes for an adorably soft dynamic. Plus I want to put bat!Dean in my pocket. He’s so cute.

Boyfriend of Thursday by mnwood @deancasheadcanons (Explicit, 40k)

Look all I'm saying is Dean deserved to be a little slutty (affectionate). This one is a romp and a delight. Dean Winchester doesn't do monogamy or commitment. Instead he has a regular hook-up every day of the week.

But when he and his Thursday call it quits, he's looking to fill the open position. It feels like he's in luck when he runs into a hot dude at Chipotle. But Dean discovers that maybe his Boyfriend of Thursday is worth breaking the rules for.

I love an openly bi, confident Dean and this Dean definitely fits the bill. This Dean is really fun and in some ways very vulnerable and he is deeply respectful of his hookups which makes it a great read. This one could have gone the other way, making him shallow and capricious, but despite his rules and his rigid system, Dean deeply cares and that makes it really fun to read.

The side characters are fantastic, plus there is positive representation of polyamory and some really interesting casting that makes this one super entertaining.

Passing Ships by quiettewandering (Mature, 78k)

Something about Dean and Cas going against fate to be with one another has always made me a little feral, so it's no surprise that a fic based on the concept that Cas, a cupid assigned to get Dean together with his soulmate Lisa, fails spectacularly when he falls in love with Dean himself would immediately draw me in.

The Cas in this fic wants so badly to do what's right, but he can't help but care about the humans. He hits all the right notes for me and i had at least ten breakdowns over him. And Dean is also just so enamored and such a disaster and you just wanna smoosh their faces.

I Can See Your Halo by redamber79 @imbiowaresbitch (series, 2 works, Explicit, 9.8k words)

This one is s-p-i-c-y and just a bit sacrilegious in the best way. Um, let's just say the author explores some novel uses for the angel blade and Cas' halo that will live inside my brain rent free for a very long time. Ahem

It also serves as a fairly delightful fix-it with a really fun resolution that will also have a condo in my mind.

It's scorching hot and a really fun read.

In It For The Long Haul by @ltleflrt (Explicit 25k)

This is the fluffiest, softest fic to soothe what ails you. Dean, a long-haul trucker, meets an intriguing waiter at a truck stop and starts reordering his life to find ways to see him again.

This fic is just pure sunshine. Cas keeps choosing meals to make Dean happy. Dean keeps blushing and flirting. The angst is low. It's really just a good time for everyone. A soft story about liminal spaces and finding someone to share your life with.

Racing Stripes by tiamatv (Mature, 37k)

I'm admittedly a sucker for a sci fi AU, but even if I wasn't I would still love this absolute gem of a story. Dean is one of the top racers in the world, finally about to live out his dream of racing in the difficult and high stakes Chicago Race. Unfortunately for him, revisiting Chicago also sets him on a crash course with the love of his life, Cas, who left him years ago for the promise of an education and a future, and even worse, Cas' dad who is dangling the same for Sammy in front of Dean’s nose.

The worldbuilding in this fic is immaculate. An abandoned and rotting Chicago is almost it's own character, and there is a quiet desperation in the story of people who have become beholden to corporations to survive. The action sequences are also gorgeous with the pivotal race being so cinematic I felt like I could see every twist and turn. And don't get me started on the gorgeous weaving of canon into the fic. It was so clever.

But the standout for me is the gentleness in Dean’s characterization. The way he wants so badly to do what's best. The way he longs for Cas. There is just something gorgeous about Racing Stripes Dean that made me want everything good for him.

Listen, I tell you a mystery by bathilda bagshot (wellthengameover) @the-lions-mouth (Teen, 25k)

Thee Dean and Mary parallel dissertation, this character study has everything. Mary trying to conform to cisheteronormative ideals while feeling the pull of hunting and a particular redheaded angel. Teenage and Stanford Era Dean to tear your heart out. Dean and Mary finding something of each other. And a happy ending for Dean and Cas.

It's told in snippets. Vignettes that delve into trauma and hope. They build an absolutely beautiful parallel story, gorgeous for their intersections and the places they diverge.

And there is a gentleness to it all. We see Mary and Dean in various states of distress and desperation. We see the effects of the cupids bow and poverty and loneliness and completely fuckery. But there is never any judgment, just kindness in the way they are written.

This one made me cry real human tears and it's definitely one that will haunt me.

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Destiel Fic Recs!

Congratulations or sorry, but here are some more Destiel fic recs to take over your life.

Penny & Pound by thalius @seasontwelvedean (Explicit, 67k WIP)

OK, I know some of you don't read works in progress, but this one is worth breaking that rule for, because it caused me approximately 25 internal breakdowns. Go read it yesterday.

Dean's in love with Cas. That's a given. And lately he's been thinking about doing something about it. Especially now that Eileen is becoming a fixture in their lives and Dean finds himself more achingly alone with Cas right beside him. All he has to do is work up the nerve to ask his best friend out. What's the worst that could happen? He says no? Leaves and never returns? They start dating and Cas realizes Dean is the worst and they break up and everything is terrible forever? He's fine. This is fine.

This canon/canon adjacent fic is a master class in the disaster4disaater, Dean and Cas are the last to know it's requited dynamic. It's amazing and sweet and I found myself unable to sleep until I read one more chapter. If that's not enough, there's also some incredible stuff about Dean and Mary trying to work on their relationship and Cas trying to figure out where he fits into Claire's life. This fic is everything.

Strandlines by aeli_kindara (Explicit, 40k) @gravelghosts

Speaking of fics that make me feral, Strandlines is one of those stories where you have to stop reading and think "holy shit this is so incredible" and then stare at the wall for a good 10 minutes.

Cas finds himself back in the year 2003 with his memory scrambled. All he knows for certain is that he has one directive: save Dean Winchester. It's Stanford Era Dean with all of his brash, charming bravado and his aching loneliness. And Cas at his BAMF angeliest but free from the interference of Heaven.

The fic will make you ache. It's gorgeous. It absolutely dismantled me. The way Cas sees the man who wants so desperately to know he can be loved. The way Dean wants Cas to stay and how he wants to share everything with him. It's breathtaking.

Plus there is a healthy dose of Fuck John Winchester as a treat.

the home we make together by vaudelin (Explicit, 48k) @vaudelin

A post-canon fix-it that is so soft and sweet. After losing Cas, Dean has exhausted almost all his options to try and bring him home. One more shot. And if it doesn't work, he'll have to stop. He needs to focus on Jack, now a toddler. Dean has built a life for them. A good one. But he has to try it one more time.

What follows is a sweet, consensual possession domestic Dad!Dean and Dadstiel fic that will heal your soul. Toddler Jack is adorable and Dean and Cas finally have time without the world ending to try and figure out what they want their life to look like. It's the soft epilogue they deserve.

Falling Inn Love by MalMuses (Explicit, 58k) @malmuses

Sometimes you need some hilarious, tropey rom-com goodness in your life, and this fic goes above and beyond. It had me laughing so hard I had tears rolling down my face as I tried not to wake my family (because I wouldn't put it down and go to bed). It also has a lot of heart.

Cas' comfortable if unsatisfying life gets turned upside down when he breaks up with his suffocatingly controlling boyfriend and then finds that the company he's devoted years to has gone belly up the next day .

Single and with no real plan, Cas is wallowing with his bestie (Meg, my beloved) when he gets an unexpected opportunity. His co-worker is willing to sell him a quaint little Inn in Kansas at a bargain price. Cas can finally pursue a dream he's had since college.

So off Cas goes, sight unseen, to start a new life. But he manages to make a complete fool of himself in front of the town's most eligible bachelor within minutes of arriving and the dream home he purchased turns out to be a bit of a nightmare. Cas may be a bit Inn (sorry, but you know I'm not) over his head.

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The Closest Thing We Have To Magic by EllenOfOz and TrenchcoatBaby (Explicit, 221k) @ellen-of-oz

As I have said, I'm very picky about AU fics because I need Dean and Cas to feel like them. This one manages to hit all the Destiel feels for me and it is so so good.

Set in a world where magic exists but is regulated by elite learning institutions, Dean is a graduate student working on his thesis. This is made more difficult when he's assigned Dr. Novak, a drop dead gorgeous new professor as his advisor. An advisor he can’t stop thinking about.

Dean and Cas are absolutely messy disasters in the best way in this fic. Seriously, they are amazing. I'm a sucker for smart, competent Dean. And Cas is trying so hard to do the right thing.

But I can't rec this without also mentioning the absolutely stellar world building. The authors have created such great mythology. From the way magic works to the use of the profound bond to the societal inequities created by the regulation of magic. Seriously, you won't want it to end.

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626 notes - Posted February 10, 2022

I'm gonna say something that is exceptionally hard to share because apparently some people need to hear it. The lgbtqia+ community is there to create a safe place for people who don't fit within cisheteronormative societal expectations, regardless of labels.

There have been a few hot takes about "pantomiming" or "performing" queerness and I want to say this is deeply hurtful to me personally.

I don't know where I fit when it comes to the gender fuckery that lives inside my brain. Straight spaces full of cis women often make me feel uncomfortable. Like I have to pretend I am someone I'm not. But I still (at this time) consider myself a cis woman. I enjoy and I am affirmed by my femme gender expression but hate being forced into feminine things. My brain often feels more like what society feels a guy should be like.

Nothing I have tried on feels quite right. Am I nonbinary? Gender nonconforming? Genderqueer? Mostly I describe myself as "a woman but in a way that makes most people distinctly uncomfortable." That makes me happy. That sentence feels right.

Talking about queerness as if it is one monolithic thing you can perform or pantomime makes me ache. Are my efforts for trans and GNC folks less meaningful if I am or am not part of the community? Can I joke about things being gender?

For me, queerness has always been looking at what society has to offer and saying: nope. I don't fit there. Queer spaces make me feel so much less alone.

And my openly bi status gives me a nice, clean place in those spaces, but it's my gender fuckery that makes me need them more.

The feeling that I could say: I'm not like other girls because I literally feel like I have to pretend around them, can I please come find shelter here? And that I might be told: nope, you are just performing queerness for clout. Or nope, you have to subscribe to certain external expressions to be considered queer. The idea that anyone could "perform" queerness because they acted outside of societal norms and that is somehow a violation? The idea that I might be expected to go from performing cis woman to performing queer woman where if I fail I am somehow not enough? Makes me feel invalid. It is physically affecting me.

So, I don’t know? Maybe think about that?

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Which character from OFMD are you and who do you stan?

Let me tell you who you kin and who you stan in OFMD (or in SPNblr speak, what x coded, y girl (gn) alignment you have).

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My #1 post of 2022

I'm gonna say it here too. Allow me to be crystal fucking clear.

It is not cowardly to stay in the closet. Full stop. You do not owe anyone any part of yourself you aren't ready to share

If you unable to come out because you fear for your safety or well-being or because you know it will cause you substantial discomfort, that is not a defect in you. It's a failure of the society in which you live and the community surrounding you.

If you just don't want to share that part of yourself, that is valid and I support you

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Thousands of hospital appointments have been cancelled because of Queen Elizabeth II's funeral on 19 September, which has been declared a bank holiday.

Several NHS trusts have urged all "non-urgent procedures and appointments" to be postponed, including replacement surgeries, eye surgery, maternity checks and cancer treatments, according to the independent global media platform openDemocracy.

Several patients waiting months for their surgery had their appointment cancelled due to "unforeseen circumstances".

Doctors at one of the London hospitals were told the day of the state funeral would be treated as a bank holiday "so please go ahead and start rescheduling patients".

However, COVID-19 vaccination services and emergency appointments would reportedly continue.

The Queen died at Balmoral, Scotland, on 8 September, aged 96, after serving for 70 years as Britain’s head of the state — the longest-reigning monarch in the country’s history. The British government announced that the day of her funeral will be marked as a national bank holiday.

A text message from the NHS informed a pregnant woman that due to “unforeseen circumstances” her appointment has been cancelled and a new date “will be rescheduled shortly.”

When she tried to reschedule her appointment, she was placed on hold for hours, according to openDemocracy.

“I’m really disappointed,” she said.

“Yes, it’s a routine scan, but that’s another week or two until I’m seen and wondering whether my baby is healthy – which means quite a lot of anxiety, sitting and waiting,” she said.

Bedfordshire Hospitals Foundation Trust told patients on Monday evening; “Following the announcement of the plans for the late Her Majesty The Queen’s state funeral on Monday 19 September 2022, some non-urgent planned care appointments/procedures across Bedfordshire Hospitals will be postponed. We will contact all relevant patients if their appointment or procedure is to be re-scheduled.”

The Liverpool Women’s Hospital has warned patients that there will be changes on the day of the Queen’s funeral.

“We understand patients with appointments on 19.09.22 will be awaiting updates in light of the Queen’s funeral and national holiday announcement,” a spokesperson for the hospital said in a statement.

“The Trust will be continuing with clinical activity but some changes to appointments may occur, please wait to be contacted directly.”

In a letter signed by Ursula Montgomery, the director of primary care of NHS England, general practitioners were told they would contractually be allowed to close for their core services. But it added that local health boards would need to “urgently work to ensure sufficient out-of-hours services capacity is in place.”

The cancellations come at a time when a record high of nearly 6.8 million people were waiting to start treatment at the end of July.

Of those waiting for NHS treatment following a referral, 377,689 patients had waited more than 52 weeks in July, and 2,885 patients had waited more than 104 weeks.

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I posted 4,609 times in 2022

That's 1,965 more posts than 2021!

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Look After You

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Synopsis: after Peter snaps at you, you feel like you can’t call him for help

Warnings: panic attack

Masterlist

Peter had a bad day.

There had been an unexpected assemble at school that left him in sensory overload. All the sounds and bright lights overstimulated him into a horrible mood. He was beyond agitated on his walk home, everything little sound and movement further pissing him off. He was not in the mood to talk to a single person so he kept his head down and earbuds as he made his way up to his apartment. His sleeve got caught on the doorknob as he made his way inside and he just about broke the door down. He went straight to his room and quickly took his jacket off. The feeling of having his jacket and shoes on was making his sensory overload even worse.

“Hey.” You said, making Peter jump.

“Oh. Hi.” Peter blinked in surprise. “What are you doing here?”

“May let me in. Did you still want to organize your notes?” You asked with a sweet smile. Peter didn’t know how to tell you this, but he desperately wanted you to leave. He was in no mood to socialize right now and just wanted to relax in silence.

“Yeah.” He faked a smile. “Sure.”

He took a seat on his bed across from you and took his notebook out. He was still way overstimulated so every little thing you did bothered him. The sound of your breathing, the sound of you moving the pages, even the way your pen sounded when you clicked it made Peter’s skin itch. As you flipped through his notebook, you turned a page too fast and it ripped down the middle.

“Oops.” You chuckled. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine. Whatever.” Peter grumbled. You noticed the way he rolled his eyes and your smile instantly fell. You began to feel uneasy around him and cleared your throat. He looked up at you when you did this and looked even more annoyed than before.

“Where’s your tape?” You asked quietly.

“In the bottom drawer.” He mumbled as you got off the bed.

“What?” You asked when you didn’t hear him. Peter stopped flipping through his notebook and flexed his hand to keep from lashing out.

“In the bottom drawer.” He repeated. “In my desk.”

“I don’t see it.” You said after opening the drawer.

“Then keep looking.” Peter sound, the annoyance in his voice sending a chill down your spine. You continued to rummage through the drawer, unaware of how loud it sounded for Peter. His enhanced hearing made it ten times louder than it sounded for you and it was driving Peter insane.

“I can’t find it.” You said after a minute, sending Peter over the edge.

“Oh my God.” He exclaimed and got off the bed. “Just stop touching things. I’ll get it. You’re being so irritating right now.”

You stopped looking through the drawer and got out of his way as he walked over to the desk. You were hurt by his words but said nothing about it, not wanting to irritate him further.

“It’s right here.” Peter said angrily when he found the tape. “Can you open your fucking eyes?”

“I didn’t see it.” You said quietly as he slammed the tape down on his desk. You jumped as the plastic cartridge shattered under his fist.

“Because you weren’t looking.” He shouted in your face. “Do you have to be so fucking helpless all the time? I can’t come rushing to your side the second you need me. I’m under enough pressure as it is without you whining and making a bunch of noise over some fucking tape. If you hadn’t ripped the god damn page in the first place, we wouldn’t have had this problem.”

You stumbled back from Peter as he finished shouting and felt tears brim in your eyes. You were both equally shocked over what had just come out of Peter’s mouth. He had never raised his voice at you before. He was never anything but sweet towards you, so to hear him scream and swear at you made your entire body feel hot in embarrassment. He slapped his hand over his mouth, stunned that he just lashed out at you like that. You took your phone out of your pocket and pretended to check it.

“My mom wants me home.” You mumbled. “I gotta go.”

You started walking towards the door but Peter quickly ran in front of you

“Wait, honey. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to snap like that.” He apologized as he tried to keep you in place.

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A Sweet Boy Like Me

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: when Peter gets hit with a truth serum on a mission, he tells you more then he means to

Masterlist

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“FRIDAY, what’s the status on the jet?” You asked out loud as you ate your cereal. A minor cold had benched you while the rest of the Avengers went on a mission in the Amazon. You’d been by yourself for nearly a week now and were needing some company.

“The jet should be touching down on the landing pad any minute.” FRIDAY answered you.

“Thank you.” You called back. You finished the rest of your breakfast and by the time you put your bowl in the sink with the rest of your dirty dishes, you heard footsteps in the main entrance. You tried to hide your excitement as you went out to greet the team. You saw all the Avengers standing in the middle of the room looking utterly exhausted except for Peter, who had a huge smile on his face.

“Hey guys. How was the mission?”

“Great rack. Truly immaculate rack.” Peter said and gave you a double thumbs up.

“Oh. What?” You smiled awkwardly and looked at Tony for an explanation. The team looked at each other, no one wanting to be the person that told you what happened. You frowned and folded your arms, looking at each of them until they caved.

“Okay, fine. I’ll tell her.” Tony sighed. “Long story short, Peter got drugged.”

“What?” You gasped and looked at Peter again.

“I have a stinky in my brown hole.” He told you.

“He’s got a what in his what?” You asked the team.

“He has to shit. It’s all he’s been talking about for the 4 hour plane ride back here.” Sam groaned and went to take a seat on the couch.

“Oh my god. Ew. Brown hole?” You looked at Peter in disgust.

“Yessir.” Peter smiled and gave you another double thumbs up.

“Why is it brown? And wait, hold on, why is he on drugs?” You asked again.

“He got hit with a tranquilizer. In the neck.” Steve told you.

“See?” Peter smiled proudly and turned his head to the side. On his neck, you could see a massive red bump that looked like it was about to explode.

“JESUS FUCKING-“ You screamed but everyone on the team quickly motioned for you to stop.

“I mean, it doesn’t look that bad.” You quickly lied.

“Thank you. That’s what I said.” Peter laughed and touched his neck bump. It jiggled under his finger and you turned to the side to gag a little.

“My neck grew a boob.” Peter laughed and poked it again. You covered your mouth with your hand and looked to Tony for answers.

“How did he get drugged exactly?” You asked.

“Well long story short-“

“No. Enough with the long story short. I need to know how this happened. Give me the long story long.”

“I’ll give you the long.” Peter said and looked directly at you. You gave him a strange look as he attempted to wink at you. He ended up using both eyes and just gave you a slow blink.

“Oh my God.” You grimaced and looked away from him.

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You'll Save All Your Dirtiest Jokes For Me

Pairing: Tom Holland x actress!reader

Synopsis: you make a lot dirty jokes that leave Tom wondering how you really feel about him

warnings: adult humor

Masterlist

You were known to make a lot of dirty jokes.

Your sense of humor was strictly rated R, something Tom found out pretty quickly. Since you and he were the closest in the cast, he was usually the target of these jokes. Tom wasn’t exactly opposed to them, he just had a hard time telling when you were kidding or not.

Sometimes, the jokes went over his head.

“Look. Our action figures came in.” Tom said as he walked into your trailer.

“Woah! I haven’t seen these yet. I’ve been waiting all day to play with myself.” You sighed in relief and picked up your action figure.

“These are so cool. Yours looks nothing like you, though.” He snorted as he looked at the toy in your hand.

“How many people do you think have made us fuck?” You genuinely asked him as you mashed your action figure against the Spiderman one.

“Oh my God. Stop.” Tom turned bright red and grabbed your hands to make you stop. You pulled out of his grasp and made the toys kiss.

“Look. I bet all the marvel fans are out there doing this.” You joked before making them change positions. You bent the knees of the Spiderman doll before putting it on top of your doll.

“Wait, who do you think tops?”

“Who what?” He asked as he tried to pull his doll away from you.

“Like between our characters. Would Spiderman want to be on his back-“ You asked as you laid the Spiderman doll down, “or on top?” You said as you put him back on top of your doll.

“Oh. I think I’m on top.” Tom nodded, praying the conversation would end before his face got any redder.

“You think you’d top me?” You asked skeptically.

“Yes.” Tom said weakly, sounding unsure of himself.

“Please.” You scoffed. “My action figure would ride your action figure like a carousel. I think I’m the more dominant one between the two of us.”

“You’re still talking about our characters, right?” He gulped as he grabbed a pillow and held it over his lap.

“Am I?” You asked innocently as you continued to make the dolls kiss.

“What about you?” He asked quietly. “Are you as dominate as your character?”

“I’m pretty versatile in the bedroom. I’m similar to a pancake in which neither of us are done until we’re flipped on both sides.” You said simply, making yourself laugh.

“Oh.” He gulped. “Good to know.”

Other times, the jokes left him disappointed.

“Ugh. I hate this. I hate cooking. Fuck this recipe. Fuck peppers. Fuck this spatula. Fuck this stupid fucking warped pan.” Tom said and threw his spatula down in exasperation.

“Well since you’re fucking everything, I hope my name gets thrown into the mix.” You replied from the kitchen table. Tom whipped around to see if you were serious, but you were absentmindedly scrolling through your phone.

“Really?” He asked as he nervously drummed his fingers on the counter. He wasn’t opposed to that if you were being serious, but he couldn’t say that until he knew for sure.

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Beneath the Surface

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: during a pool day with the team, your bathing suit makes it difficult for Peter to focus

Masterlist

“Suit up, Parker. I need you outside.” Tony said as he knocked on Peters doorframe.

“Suit up? Is there a mission?”

“Even better. There’s a mandatory pool day.” Tony replied with an excited wiggle of his eyebrows.

“Can a pool day be mandatory?” Peter wondered.

“Can a boy be strangled?” Tony asked in the same tone. They both fell silent as they stared at each other and Peter gulped a little.

“Pool day. Ten minutes.” Tony said with a big smile after a beat of silence.

“I’ll be there.” Peter nodded quickly.

“Glad to have you. See you out there.” Tony patted Peters doorframe before walking away. Not wanting to upset Tony, Peter quickly changed into bathing suit shorts and a t shirt. He slipped into his flip flops before heading down to the pool. He found Steve, Tony, and Thor sitting around a table under a big umbrella while Shang Chi, Sam, and Scott were in the pool. They all already had their shirts off, making Peter feel a little self conscious in the presence of all their super sized muscles.

“Look who’s arrived.” Steve smiled up at Peter as he shielded his eyes from the sun.

“Yep.” Peter smiled weakly. “It’s me.”

“Look who it is!” Thor cheered before leaning over to the other guys.

“Who is that?” He whispered loud enough for Peter to hear.

“Um…Peter.” Peter answered in confusion.

“It’s nice to meet you, Umpeter. I’m Thor.” Thor smiled brightly and held out his hand. Peter frowned and shook Thors hand as he looked at the others for an explanation.

“You Midgardians and your silly names.” Thor chuckled as he looked at the other guys again.

“Thor, it’s me. Peter.” Peter said again.

“Yes. I know that now. Pleasure to meet you.”

“We…we have met.” Peter said slowly.

“Have we?” Thor frowned.

“That’s Spiderman. You probably haven’t seen him without his mask on.” Steve said in Peters defense.

“I don’t remember ever meeting a Spiderman.” Thor shook his head.

“Well you have.” Peter told him. “Many times. And it’s me.”

“No. I don’t think so. I’ve never seen this man in my life.” Thor shrugged.

“Yes you have. He was with us when we fought Thanos.” Steve reminded him.

“And when we went on that mission to Scotland. He was the one in the skintight red and blue suit.”

“I sat next to you at dinner last night.” Peter reminded him.

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My #1 post of 2022

Stolen Moments

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!reader

Synopsis: your secret relationship is exposed when Peter returns from a mission bruised and bloody and you comfort him in front of everyone

Masterlist

“Can you hand me a screwdriver?”

“What size?” You asked as you riffled through the open tool kit on the table.

“The one with the red handle.”

“The one with the red handle please?”

“No. Just the one with the red handle.” Peter said seriously before cracking a smile.

“Haha. Very funny.” You rolled your eyes as you passed him the screwdriver.

“I know. You’re so lucky you get a boyfriend as funny as I am. Some girls boyfriends are really annoying.” Peter teased you as he screwed a tiny screw into his web-shooter.

“I know. I’m one of those girls.” You replied, making Peters jaw drop.

“Shut up. You love me.”

“You’re okay.” You shrugged with a playful smile as you wrapped your arm around his.

“You’re okay too, lover”. Peter smiled at you as he started to lean in. Right before you lips could connect, you heard the sound of your dads whistling. You and Peter jumped apart just as Tony came into the lab.

“Hi dad. Peter and I were just fixing his webshooters.” You said in an attempt to act causal. You and Peter exchanged a nervous look, both hoping Tony didn’t see what you had been doing.

“I was fixing my webshooters. Y/n was busy eating wheat thins and chewing loudly in my ear.” Peter said as he nodded towards your half eaten box of wheat thins.

“Parker, don’t insult the volume of my daughters chewing.” Tony scoffed before turning to you. “Honey, keep up the good work.”

“Thanks daddy.” You smiled as Tony kissed the side of your head.

“Thanks daddy.” Peter said in a mocking tone. You shared another look and you playfully nudged him.

“Well I’ll leave you two to it. Don’t keep my beloved daughter too long, cobwebs. She and I have a smoothie date later.”

“I won’t.” Peter assured your dad.

“Bye dad.”

“Bye kiddo.” Tony waved as he walked out of the lab. Once you and Peter were alone again, you scooted your chair closer and rested your chin in your hands.

“Do you think he knows about us?“ Peter asked as he moved some hair away from your face.

“No. We’re way too careful.” You shook your head. Peter looked at you for a minute before going back to screwing together his web shooters.

“Maybe we should tell him.” Peter suggested without looking at you.

“About us?”

“Yeah. We’ve been together for 8 months. Maybe it’s time he knows.” Peter said as he nervously looked at you for your reaction.

“He can’t know, Pete. He’s been very clear that he’s against anyone in the tower dating.” You sighed as you put your hand on top of Peters. Peter frowned a little and flipped his hand so he could hold yours.

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I posted 3,556 times in 2022

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After studying your rules carefully, I believe this request is alright! Inspired by my earlier ask, would it be alright to do trans leona, malleus and lilia headcanons for reader using a Bluetooth vibrator in class? I hope that's okay! I'm getting a bit braver. - Woodsy

Leona, Malleus, and Lilia with a vibe throughout the day

MINORS DNI

Malleus

He’s very very confident that he can keep his composure

And unsurprisingly he totally can

You wouldn’t be able to tell that there’s a single thing wrong with him

For the whole day he goes about everything as usual

Doesn’t matter if you go from lowest to highest setting in a second

The most you’ll get from him is maybe a squeak that he masks as a cough

However 😈...

Once the day is done he’s hopelessly desperate

You’ll find that he’s cum multiple times throughout the day and his underwear are soaked

He’ll easily beg, and do anything to get the vibrator out of him

Malleus could do this every day if that's what you wanted.

He loves it and no one would ever figure it out

Lilia

Uh oh

Lilia is about to have a very challenging day

He loves the feeling of the vibrator and is trying so hard to contain himself and keep his composure

He surprisingly does pretty well

He's just kinda noisy when you shift the controls

He's very good with improvising excuses though, if anyone is to pry

Any time he sees you on your phone he squirms in his seat

Nearing the end of the day he has to bite his lip and tongue a lot to hold back how badly he wants to react

He'll beg to be fucked as soon as you two are alone, because honestly I don't think he got off despite enjoying himself

Even if people are passing by, he does not care he is needy

If denied, he will absolutely cry

Loves to do this, because he can somewhat pay attention and he loves how desperate it makes him

Leona

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beel: man this edible aint shit.

beel 30 minutes later (family guy dead pose)

REAL!!!!

439 notes - Posted May 7, 2022

I have an ideaaaa >:) what if MC (amab) was sleeping with the brothers and they(the bro’s) had a wet dream? In the form of headcannons if that’s ok ^-^

P.s this is my first time requesting anything so I’m sorry if I did sumn wrong :,))

Bros have a wet dream with you in the bed with them

MINORS DNI

warnings: hints of somno, edging, and overstim

You def didn't do anything wrong!! Sorry I didn't really focus on readers genitals so i didn't work in the amab bit of your rq but i hope you like this anyways :)

Lucifer

He doesn’t move around much when he sleeps, so you’ll wake up from his noises rather than his movements.

At first you might think he’s in pain because it's unusual for him to be moaning in his sleep

But you know he isn't because he looks more relaxed than he has all week

He'll stir a bit, but only very slowly grinds his dick against the bed

It's kinda a wonder how he cums in the end, but through very little friction his does

Through the whole process he won't wake up (even if you try to wake him)

He also won’t wake up after he’s cum

Will pretend the event did not happen

If you ask about the dream later, he pretends he doesn't know what you're talking about and will only tell you through bribery

Mammon

clings to you like a koala when you sleep together

so it isn’t that surprising when you wake to something hard poking you

He's very drooly and whimpery and adorable

He'll likely wake up a bit after he starts to hump your thigh like a mutt

He’s disgruntled, then upon realizing his little problem, he somehow tries to push the blame onto you

He'll want your help in getting him off and he'll do any amount of begging to get your hand around or in him

Feel free to humiliate him or baby him about the situation btw, he'd love that

Won't last long enough to do a whole round before cumming

But! He will let you fuck him through a second orgasm after he's cum if you want

He'll tell you about the dream but not after complaining about it

Leviathan’s

First of all: his bathtub does not allow for much room between the two of you

He'll be fully pressed against you as sleeps, clutching onto your clothes or hands

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538 notes - Posted February 6, 2022

I lov your horny writing so much.. Could i request hcs for making the twst third years squirt?

Making the twst third years squirt

MINORS DNI

Trey

He lets out a very shocked, choked moan

He looks very caught off guard lol

His eyes are wide and mouth open

Afterwards he’s a bit speechless

He might apologize for getting you all wet (but in a way that tells you he really isn’t all that sorry hehe)

He likes seeing how he made you wet from his orgasm

Cater

Very very vocal when he squirts

He’s whiny and his voice cracks a lot too

Meanwhile his whole body tenses and trembles

Afterwards he takes one second to breathe

And then he is excitedly babbling about how that felt

Wants to do it again immediately

Overstimulation be damned

Leona

Grips onto whatever he can with extreme force

If he’s holding onto sheets, they’re gonna rip. If it’s your skin, prepare for scratches

He lets out a sound that’s somewhere between a growl and a moan

Lots and lots of purring afterwards ofc

So cuddly and sappy and sweet

He goes from beast to sweetheart all from one very good (and wet) orgasm

Idia

When he squirts he shakes and jerks a lot

If you aren’t already, you might want to hold onto his thighs because otherwise they’ll clamp shut

His eyes roll up into his head and he drools

He’s simultaneously freaked out and so dazed afterwards

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My #1 post of 2022

can i req smth with tummy bulge and breeding with malleus and lilia? id like to be more specific but im all out of brain juice so ill let u be LMAO :')

Tummy bulge and breeding with Lilia + Malleus

MINORS DNI

Malleus

He didn’t know he’d be into either one of these things, but takes to it like white on rice

I think, as a dragon fae, there’s something about a breeding kink that itches the hind part of his brain

He’ll really like it if you refer to yourself as his mate

It just feels right and makes him feel all gooey inside

(plus omg it just enforces that you love him enough to mate, please lmao his heart is doing cartwheels)

As for the tummy bulge-

It just drives him a but crazy that you’re so big you can fuck around his insides to make room for yourself

I think he was terrified the first time he saw it but when he realizes it’s you he’s awestruck and unable to look away

When he reaches down he’s so gentle

It never gets old for him he’ll always be taken aback and horny over it

Lilia

Oh my fucking god Lilia loses his shit over both breeding and tummy bulges

He loves raising kids and having you talk dirty about fucking him full of yours has him cumming quick

When you cum in him he’ll make you stay inside to make sure it “takes”

Or if you do pull out he’ll finger the cum that threatens to slip out back into himself

He’ll take to any parental title too, mommy, daddy, or simply mate

All of them make his heart flutter and his dick twitch

(He’ll def call you mommy/daddy/mate too, whatever you prefer)

He’s also so tiny it’s easy to get his tummy to bulge

He likes to stroke it with both his hands, massaging you through his skin

But he also likes it when you touch the bulge (so he might guide your hands to touch him there)

He wants you to tell him that you’re fucking into his womb and filling it up

Makes him frenzied and insane !!

644 notes - Posted May 10, 2022

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#i kept this in my drafts forever bc im embarrassed i rbed from myself the most

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#and i know it's not for everyone. and some of y'all definitely didn’t follow me for it but it's one of those things that you write that are

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for my own private collection

summary: having a boyfriend who's a pornstar means everyone gets a piece of him. you request a piece all for yourself. fandom: austin butler rating: m pairing: austin butler x female reader word count: 1217 warnings: austin butler as a pornstar. edging. masturbation ( m and f ). orgasm control. mild daddy and mommy kink. mild dom/sub undertones. sex tape? me making one joke re: one night in paris. author's note: welcome to day 17 of kinktober, sex tape with austin butler. this was fun. everyone thank @dreamersparacosm for this being pornstar austin because i struggled a little with this because my previous attempt felt boring. this does not feel boring.

"You know you could just buy one of my movies, right? Or- I'm pretty sure I have them on my hard drive. At least one, you know the one with Liv and Luke-" Austin starts to say before getting cut off by your answering huff over the phone.

"Yes, because I enjoy watching one of my best friends getting railed by my boyfriend and one of my other friends. Makes total sense, babe." Your tone is biting and not for the first time Austin is reminded of why everyone nicknames you Viper after every time they're on the receiving end of this tongue of yours. "No, I want- everyone else gets to see you play with your cock, beg for mercy from Olivia all sorts of things. I just- I want to watch you. I want to only see you."

Austin sighs. "A personal tape?"

"I- I didn't think of it that way, but yeah. I wouldn't pay for it, obviously but you could give me that. One Night in Austin." You have to bite your lip at your own joke, it's not funny, really especially after knowing the details behind Paris Hilton's tape, but still you think it's a little funny.

"I was about to say yes, but I don't know if I can after that Paris Hilton joke." He pauses and tries to bite back his own laugh. "Give me a couple days, okay? Three tops, depending on the mail."

"You're sending it via the mail? Are we in the 90s?" You ask incredulously, shaking your head at the phone.

You can actually hear Austin's shrug and picture his face. "No, but if you want something private for only your eyes, I have to go low-tech."

After all, he's got enough of a following that he doesn't put it past anyone on the web to somehow hack into his email and get the video. He's seen it happen with his ex and he's seen it happen with so many people in the industry. Better safe than sorry. You hum in acknowledgement before letting the topic go.

When the mail arrives on Saturday you're excited, it comes in an unmarked envelope with Austin's looping handwriting writing out your address and the note attached simply says "for your eyes only".

It takes you a minute to set up your blu-ray player to play the DVD but when you do you settle onto your bed and watch your boyfriend wave at the camera, grinning his signature grin that he reserves only for you.

"Someone wanted a show, a private video without paying." He smirks, moving to show off how he's completely naked. "She's lucky I'm kind of in love with her."

You can't help but laugh at the comment before you focus on what he's doing. You notice he's already hard, leaking and that he almost looks like he had been playing with himself before he turned on the camera. Your hand moves to between your legs, slowly starting to rub at your clit, you think you should grab your vibrator but knowing how Austin is- how his cock already looks, you don't think this is going to be long.

"I've already been playing with myself, baby." His hand moves to stroke his cock, hissing as his thumb brushes the tip. "Been telling myself that my girl wants to get a show and I know what she'd like. What she likes when we're together." He pauses and grips his cock a little tighter. "Been wanting to come for a little bit already. If you were here you'd be edging me for hours, wouldn't you?"

He's not lying and you know it, as much as you enjoyed being edged by him- seeing his relief after you let him come was something else. Seeing how his mouth would fall open with whimpers and sighs did something else. Your breathing quickens as you feel your cunt getting wetter, feel your juices starting to pool as you watch him.

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621 notes - Posted October 19, 2022

you read your lines so cleverly and never missed a cue

fandom: austin butler | elvis ( 2022 )

rating: M, though occasionally this just slides into X, honestly y’all this is a lot of smut with a plot. So minors, shoo shoo.

relationship: austin butler/reader, elvis/priscilla see the warnings. really read them, you need to for that last bit to make sense.

word count ( this part ): 5.1k. i don’t think they’ll all be like this. either that i’m going to write basically the war and peace of reader insert for this fandom.

warnings ( overall, just so you don’t start this and stumble into something several parts in ): daddy kink, age difference ( austin is his normal age during the time frame of the fic, reader is almost a decade younger, no one is underage ), character bleed, talk of poor treatment of subs, talk of sub drop and subspace with them also being entered, dom/sub, choking, collars, possessiveness, a pretty unhealthy relationship that likes to masquerade as a healthy one, zipper riding, slapping of various body lower body parts, bdsm, oral ( f and m receiving ), public sex, slight sugar baby/sugar daddy elements but it’s not quite that. ALSO THE BIG C VIRUS IS A PLOT POINT. i’m probably missing some but if i did they’ll probably come up later.

author notes: so eventually this fic gets to it’s original point which was that @floralcyanide saying something about ass slapping during the priscilla and elvis scene in the bedroom before he ends up going to the international and we all cry. @sassy-ahsoka-tano really wanted that fic and i was like I’M GOING TO DO IT. then @satninbeaulieu and i went a little buckwild. a lot buckwild. seriously if y’all saw our chat together. when i tell all of you that this fic is basically everything including a kitchen sink i’m not necessarily lying. but please, seriously don’t ignore the warnings, this fic goes places and i want to make sure everyone is having a good time. also if you want to be tagged for this, message me because i will probably forget otherwise.

also! credit to mpmarypoppins for the moodboard. i’d do it the fancy way with tumblr but as we’ve established i’m an old lady and would probably break something.

ALSO. because lord have merthy the lovie anon reminded me, this is definitely going to be a series and i'll link to the previous parts, all that jazz when the next parts come out.

You knew better than to fool around with co stars, you had seen enough issues crop up in the time you've been trying to slowly make your way into the industry that you know it's a bad idea. You swore to yourself after the last time you would never date or fool around in any capacity with someone you are starring in something with. Then you met Austin Robert Butler and everything changed.

He was always on the outskirts of your knowledge, the guy who you've seen in all these shows but not someone you connected with a guy almost a decade older than you. The irony of your age difference didn't escape you, how could it, a nearing 30 year old would be pretending to be in love with an almost 21 year old when the real people had almost the same difference albeit in a creepier fashion. The idea of you getting the part is not one you considered in depth, you had seen your competition and when you arrived at the building you had actually run into Olivia Dejonge who looked like something had maybe gone wrong. You didn’t dwell on it, because you knew that way would lead you to messing up and this is important. You had to focus on the task at hand, because truth be told you were probably going to be crushed if you didn’t get this part. You might not look identical to Priscilla but then again, from what you remembered of Austin and from what you’ve seen even with dyed hair, he didn’t exactly scream Elvis Presley to you. In fact he kind of screamed the nervous unassuming guy that should be famous because all young girls love him but there’s also about fifteen of him that pop up every few years. He was pretty cute though and maybe that might have influenced your decision to audition. You wanted the part but were far too nervous until they announced the lead and what was the harm in shooting your shot.

You opened the door slowly and peeked your head in to see Baz and Austin talking about something. They both stopped and turned to look at you, Baz with a smile and Austin with a head tilt that you felt was mildly questioning, but with how his eyes roamed your body when you fully stepped into the room maybe you read the questioning look wrong, perhaps it was just initial confusion. You started to fiddle with your ring with a dove on it before anyone spoke.

“Y/N!” Baz called, motioning for you to sit in the chair in front of him and Austin. “Come in, I was just telling him about you.”

Your lips quirked up into a small smile, “all good things, right? I don’t think I’ve done anything that embarrassing lately."

“All good things, Y/N, I don’t think Baz has it in him to say a bad thing about any of the people who’ve come in today.” Austin answered before Baz really even had a chance to open his mouth. He still stared at you over his glasses as if you were the most fascinating person on the planet though and from what you had seen, that wasn’t usually his MO, honestly the whole thing was kind of weird. But you figured it might have just been the way he was sizing up his potential romantic leads. You had to shake your head for a moment before looking at Austin again.

“I don’t know if I should take that to mean a good thing or not. But if from what I’ve heard about you Mr. Luhrmann, I’m in for a bumpy ride if I get the part, maybe it’s just your way of buttering us all up.” You quipped, trying to not stare at Austin.

The director grinned and laughed slightly. “I’m afraid you might have caught me, Y/N, but with any luck I’ll still be able to show you that it’s not nearly as bumpy of a ride as some would lead you to believe.”

You couldn’t help the way you shrugged as you sat in the chair opposite of Austin. “I’m going to hold you to that if that’s the case.” You paused and raised an eyebrow at Austin. “Do I have something on my face, Mr. Butler? It’s a little rude if you didn’t tell me.”

He opened his mouth once, twice, and then swallowed as he looked you up and down before he finally answered his voice sounding a little deeper than it had been when he previously spoke. “Sorry, you’re- You’re the first girl I’ve seen today that just made me pause. And your skirt rode up a little. If you want me to point out something that’s wrong.”

Your eyes widened as you opened your legs just a bit to shimmy the offending fabric down. “I’m so sorry, this was the first thing I grabbed. Should have known better. Pants, always the better option.”

Austin for his part let out a low chuckle when he responded back that you swear sounds more like Elvis Presley than is necessarily possible for someone who you know regrettably is from California. “Not when you want something underneath them.”

"Who told you that you had to take off pants if you want something underneath them, Daddy. I’d hate to see what happens when you can’t get them off.” You mouthed off quiet enough that Baz couldn’t hear you and but Austin could. You looked him up and down before settling on his lap to attempt to prove your point. This was weird. This feeling was weird, you’re not usually this mouthy to anyone, let alone someone who- no, Austin Butler is not a dom, no, you’re just being bratty to a sub or a switch or maybe someone who isn’t even the scene.

Baz looked between his two potential leads and tilted his head. He knew he needed to give them a warning that they were about to start the chemistry test, but honestly, Baz felt he was already interrupting something between both of you. Still, you needed to not be in a chair, Austin could probably stay in his, but you need to be on the floor, he needed to see what exactly that would look like from a blocking perspective without the set at first. “Y/N, could you get on the floor, right where you are, just on the floor instead of the chair. Priscilla’s-”

“Supposed to be on the floor for this, I saw.” You finished for him before slowly making your way to the floor. Austin eyes followed you and you shivered slightly.

You had felt kind of this way once upon a time when you had fooled around with your older costar right around the time you turned eighteen. He had been married and you really shouldn’t have but everyone always says that the girls with daddy issues always have a daddy kink and maybe you weren’t the exception to that fake rule. The thing was that your co-star had been a Daddy, or at least a dominant when he didn’t try to be your Daddy, whereas when you look at this idiot in front of you no part of him screams that. In fact he looks like at best a switch, maybe a pretty bratty sub, dressing like a boho Professor Elvis Presley, flannel on the top and fitted slacks at the bottom with glasses that wouldn’t look out of place on your mother’s face. Yet your brain was telling you the opposite, your brain zeroed in on how his thigh was tensing up and how you could see his hand and his foot stopped doing a nervous shake it had been doing for almost the entire time you’ve been in the room. Was he reacting like this because you got down on the floor? You shifted a bit, adjusting your skirt once again before settling on the floor, your legs folded off to the side underneath you and you looking up at Austin. You could see his eyes widen just a hair and you heard the exhale that forced its way out of his lungs but- no. No, he wasn’t a- he- he was always following Vanessa Hudgens around like a puppy of a man, there wasn’t a- no you were not going to follow your brain down this path. You were a professional, there was time to dwell on these thoughts when you weren’t at his feet and feeling more comfortable than you had in almost half a year.

“Baz, does she have to be on the floor, I mean this is a chemistry test-” Austin started, staring at you with an intensity you do not want to place but your brain is filing away anyway. You played with your ring as you listened.

“I want to see how this would look- go with it Austin.” Baz said, motioning for the two of you to begin.

All the lines in the beginning were yours, you knew this going into it but you had been prepared to just walk around saying them, you had a whole motion that you had planned. You adjusted it though, careful to not hit Austin as you did. But not hitting Austin required looking at him for an extended period of time and that was beginning to be a problem as your eyes wanted to focus on his fingers- God they were long- on his lips and was he always this attractive. Focus.

“He’s just really lonely and quite frankly so am I. And they didn’t really know what to say after that so I went to bed.” You leaned a little up into Austin’s lap when you said the line knowing fully well that wasn’t in the script but it felt right to do. Austin was looking at you in a way you weren’t too sure how to describe. It’s acting but there almost feels like there’s an added bit to it, that it’s just Elvis looking at Priscilla but it’s also Austin looking at you and- you could suddenly understand how she would fall head over heels for a guy ten years her senior. How she could be so obsessed with him and how even after his death she could still be so linked that she's not Priscilla Beaulieu she's Priscilla Presley.

Austin huffs out a laugh as Elvis and leans down, almost close enough to kiss you and reaching out almost like he wants to pull you in for one. “I have never met anyone like you.”

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677 notes - Posted August 4, 2022

good girls clean up their messes

summary: austin didn't used to have a housewife kink and neither did you. funny how life-uh- finds a way to change that. fandom: austin butler rating: m pairing: austin butler x female reader word count: 2100 warnings: housewife kink. unprotected p in v ( though can be read as committed relationship birth control situation ). cleaning kink? minor breeding kink. praise kink. brief mention of the pandemic and how austin was a recluse for a bit. author's note: welcome to day 25 of kinktober, housewife kink with austin butler. this was fun. truly i'd actually have written more but i had this view of cleaning in my head vs anything else. so honestly, anyone asks and i'll write a whole big long thing about it but for now, enjoy this little tiny thing. also thank you @pennyroyalcreep for being the one to ask for this. i had hoped someone would choose austin for this kink vs anyone else so i was pleased as punch about it when you did.

You were never made to be a housewife, you've told Austin this on more than one occasion. Even when you first met him and were first talking to him, you told him that despite how perhaps you looked it, all warm and inviting, it wasn't your sort of style. Life had a funny way of changing those things sometimes. It started out slow, after all you were the one with a faintly normal nine to five-ish job, he was the one who had to jet across the world half the time. It made sense that you would keep where you were living and he at least- stopped by clean. You weren't a heathen, you knew how to make your house look presentable. The first time Austin had come back from being away for a while was the Elvis press tour and he had been expecting to see the house in some sort of disarray, maybe you hadn't been keeping up with the laundry or maybe their were dishes piled up in the sink. Instead, what greeted him was his girlfriend- the woman he fell in love with when the world went to shit, he became a goddamn recluse for six months, and everyone had let things fall by the wayside- in her pjs doing the dishes with these stupid little green gloves that in your own words- "kept me from getting dirty while cleaning".

All Austin could think about when he saw you that way is making you as dirty as he could. His teeth bit at his lower lip, picturing you taking off those gloves, making a show of it as he just sank to his knees and showed you just how much he appreciated your effort to keep the place clean. In fact, that had been what he decided to do the moment he wrapped his arms around your waist and you had let out a small gasp at his clothed erection.

It got worse after that, with him finding every excuse to just watch you clean and you finding that you didn't mind. You wanted to show Austin how you could keep things going, wanted his praise telling you how good you were, how he had the best girlfriend that he'll marry when he gets just a minute to himself. How you made everything so clean only for him to dirty it up with you. How you clean up the kitchen when the two of you cook knowing fully well he wants to have his dessert on the table, spread out on the tablecloth, chasing your pleasure higher and higher until he has to suck on your clit just so in a way that has you almost breaking the table when you come back down to Earth with a thump.

Bikeriders is- complicated when it comes to him coming home and you hate it, it's led to you having to show him FaceTime videos of the clean bedroom and the dishes and him forcing them to let him take a break because he just wants to eat dinner with his girlfriend. It's led to praise being over text and over the phone with him stroking his cock and you curling your own fingers inside yourself or using that one vibrator Austin hates. You miss him and he misses you just as much if his moans are anything to go by, if his grunts and whispers of your name are anything to go by.

It's a Saturday and you find that there's more than a bit more dust in the house than you'd like, that and you've let the glass door leading out to the backyard remain a little too dirty for your liking. Austin had mentioned the possibility of being able to fly in for the weekend, something about an award or a round table discussion but he hadn't told you when he'd be coming in. You take a chance on him coming in early, choosing to be a little silly and wear a French maid costume you had bought for yourself last Halloween and turn on your cleaning playlist, allowing the mix of electroswing, rock and jazz fly through the air as you got started on your efforts. The door is easy enough, done in about thirty minutes and left to settle before you would go back and see if you missed any spots. Now came the hard part, the dusting that usually would have you sniffling by the end of it but you hoped it would be different this time.

Your wish is granted, just not in the way you planned for it as Austin opens the door to the house and walks in only to find you bent over, no underwear under the costume you're wearing and he has to bite his lip to swallow the groan that threatens to escape him at the image and the knowledge. He knows perfectly well how engrossed you get in your music when you're cleaning, having once snuck up on you and swayed to the beat of the music for what felt like ten minutes- it was only five- before you realized his presence and had abandoned your task. You're near the window you had just cleaned, dusting the bottom part of an end table nearby and Austin drops his bags quietly, allowing himself to sneak up on you until you feel his hands grip your hips. The gasp that leaves you is closer to the breath leaving your body, especially as Austin uses his grip to pull you into a standing position, feeling just how hard you've already made him.

"Hey baby." He murmurs into your ear, kissing the side of your neck and nipping at your earlobe. "No panties and you're dusting in this. You love painting such a pretty picture for me, don't you?"

The voice you have, the one that normally snarks at him leaves your head right in that exact moment knowing fully well you need to use it. Your answer is predictable because of it. "I have to make sure my hardworking man comes home to a nice clean house." You swallow and shake your head a little, ignoring how Austin's hands are sliding up your torso, making their way to your chest. "I've seen how messy his hotel rooms can get."

His laugh vibrates against your back and the noise slips into one ear only to settle in your brain, you missed hearing that laugh in person. "Low blow. Valid, but is that any way to treat me after all this time?"

A giggle leaves your mouth unprompted as you try and focus on dusting once more. "Yeah, maybe just a little."

He hums as an answer to your sass, cupping your breasts as he grinds against you slowly. "Want to fuck you, baby. Want to make a mess of you while you clean."

Your breath quickens just slightly as you grind back against him, allowing you to feel the roughness of the fabric of his pants against your bare ass before you pull away, smoothing down your skirt. "I've still got to dust around the door, Austin."

The noise that comes out of him when you moves sounds like a growl as he pulls you against him again. When he speaks it comes out almost as a whine. "I can just flip up that skirt while you're dusting, baby. Promise I won't make you smudge the nice clean window with your body. Just want to fuck you against the door."

You know your neighbors can likely see what Austin's doing, see how he's slowly pinning you against the door, the front of your body pressed against the cool glass, giving you some relief from how hot just having Austin pressed against you is making you feel. Your answer comes out in a pant.

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711 notes - Posted November 2, 2022

treat me nice

summary: your boyfriend has a two new kinks he didn't quite realize until elvis. the pair of you explore them.

rating: M, once again minors, under 18 please go far away from this.

word count: 4450. we are not talking about it.

warnings: feminization to a point? it's austin in lace underwear, it technically applies. dom/sub dynamics. orgasm denial. use of the words baby boy, mama, angel, sweet boy and ma'am. squirting. oral (f recieving). use of the word snowman as a safe word. that might be it, i don't necessarily know what applies here.

author's note: this is @floralcyanide's fault through and through. basically i read just friends and was like damn i owe you the lace panties fic now. then it turned into inexperienced sub austin (because the efc server is a bunch of heathens!!) as well and i just went mildly feral. i guarantee i will write out scenes from this relationship in this fic at a later date because i'm very fond of this relationship i wrote in here. also yes i am aware of that this is a bit much but unless austin butler himself comes and tells me to stop i shall do what i want. also no beta we die like men, etc. oh and yes i am working on my other stuff promise. but 30 with a kid and like a job and a half. time is not my friend.

It starts out innocently enough, you notice Austin touching his lace top while playing as Elvis like it's a new sensation he doesn't know what to do with. You can't blame him though, you remember your first time wearing silk and finding yourself touching it over and over again to feel it against your fingertips. After a while though, and once filming is starting to get farther and farther away from those lace tops you start to realize that Austin takes his time with your lace underwear more than he used to. He'll slowly slide it down your hips and almost play with the fabric in between his fingers as he does.

You have a theory the more it keeps happening, a theory that just maybe Austin likes the feeling of the lace on his skin. You're not sure if it's sexual in nature until one night when Austin asks you to leave your lace underwear on for a second while you grind against his naked cock. He eventually ends up pushing them to the side, allowing him access to your core but you saw how his eyes rolled in the back of his head after every brush of the lace against his cock.

That night helped to put things in perspective for you in more ways than one. You and Austin share everything when it comes to kinks and your sex life because that's what you should do in a relationship, but he had never mentioned this one. It had to be new and that sent a thrill through you because the pair of you hadn't had a new kink to explore together and while you love Austin there's a part of you that missed all the times you had done it with an ex.

You both have the night off, him from filming and you from your own job and you suggest watching a movie in bed cuddled up. Austin's head is in your lap as you choose to watch a film that doesn't have Elvis in it for once because you had to put your foot down somewhere. Paying attention to the movie isn't exactly your strong point right now though, instead you find yourself just allowing your hand to run through his black hair, occasionally scratching at his scalp just to hear the pleased hum come from his mouth.

"Aus? You still with me?" You ask hearing his breathing settle into something you only usually hear when he falls asleep.

"Yeah, baby, it's just that your hand feels nice." He shifts to allow himself to turn his head to look up at you from your lap. "It's helping me relax."

Oh.

You have never asked Austin if he knows if he's a dom or a sub or if he didn't even consider that scene, but that statement leaving his mouth as casually as it did gives you a clue. You had a faint inkling but this was almost confirmation. This was going to make the gift be even better than you thought. You wouldn't just be giving your boyfriend a gift, you might be giving your pretty boy a gift.

Your lips quirk up into a small smile as you use your grip to pull his face up just a bit so you can kiss him. "Is that right? You needed to relax a bit, baby?"

He nods bringing his hand up to touch your face. "You know how I can get too much in my head."

"Mmhmm, I do. I think you're still a little in your head. But I've got something for you if you let me get up." You move a little, giving him a cue to move his head and allow you to get up. He obliges and you quickly grab the box you had hidden under your bed. It takes you a minute before you're back and you hand it over to Austin. "Open it."

He holds the box in his hands and shakes it like a little kid before he pulls on the ribbon tying it shut. The lid pops off and he's presented with a pair of pink lace underwear in a shade not entirely dissimilar from the lace shirt he wore as Elvis. His voice is a little tight when he speaks. "You got this for me?"

You nod slowly, your eyes searching his face for some sort of tell bht for once Austin actually manages a blank face. "Mama has to treat her baby boy right. And he's been so good lately and so stressed out."

"I'm not-" He inhales sharply, shutting his eyes as he starts to fiddle with his hands. "I'm not your baby boy."

"Are you sure about that? Do you think you want to be?" You question knowing very well that you're toeing a very thin line that can either make Austin bolt or achieve a goal you both want.

"No." He pauses before letting out a shaky exhale, allowing himself to play with the fabric of the underwear in his hands. "Please?"

"Oh honey. Come here, let mama touch you. I've got you." You open up your arms to have Austin come into them only to find that he's chosen a completely different route of being on his knees in front of you with the underwear brushing against his cheek. Despite knowing that he wants you to dominate him, in the moment your brain shuts off and you find that you wish you had a camera, wanting to commit the image to memory.

Instead, though, you find your hand just carding itself through his hair not pulling but allowing yourself to just feel it against your hand. Austin for his part takes it to mean that you want him closer to you and he ends up just nuzzling at your thigh while looking up at you. "Can I touch you instead, ma'am?"

His question is almost to quiet to hear but you do and it causes a smile form on your face before you crouch down and hold his chin, placing a soft kiss to his lips. "You can, but how about we take this to the bedroom?"

His answering grin was such a marvel you swear if you weren't already in love with him you'd have fallen right there.

And so it went that way with the pair of you exploring in ways you didn't think were possible. It was exhilarating to say the least, watching Austin fall apart beneath you, taking care of him and exploring this goddamn lace kink that the film had given him. It's not hard to get him into some lace shirt for a photoshoot or for an interview but you haven't had nearly as much luck getting him into a pair of lace underwear outside your home. That is until Austin surprised you one night a few weeks before the Met Gala was supposed to happen.

"I want to try it." He states with zero context with his head on your chest in bed after a particularly interesting session involving a strap on, an ascot stolen from the Elvis set and edging.

"Try what? I know I'm not- I know I'm not your domme in this moment but, angel, you've got to provide me with more than the word it."

"The-" He bites his lip before exhaling the next words. "Underwear. The lace underwear."

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938 notes - Posted July 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

she’d like to cuddle up to me

fandom: austin butler | elvis ( 2022 )

rating: M, honestly y’all this is a lot of smut with a big plot. So minors, shoo shoo.

relationship: austin butler/reader, elvis/priscilla.

word count ( this part ): just shy of 6k. this is apparently war and peace. i don’t know. it’s eaten my brain.

warnings ( this part ): daddy kink, age difference ( austin is his normal age during the time frame of the fic, reader is almost a decade younger, no one is underage ), dom/sub, choking ( implied ), zipper riding ( not quite, but sort of ), oral ( f receiving ), public sex. multiple orgasms but maybe not quite overstimulation. close but not quite.

author notes: so. once again, you want a tag, message me, i’ll tag you. or leave a reply and tell me and i’ll add you. beyond that, thank you to my partner in crime with this fic @satninbeaulieu and anyone else who has put up with me talking about this. also, this will probably make it’s way to ao3 at some point, don’t know when. maybe this week. we’ll see, my schedule always looks at my plans and laughs. also i hate the ending line of this, but i removed a chunk of this to save for next chapter or something later on. this was already too long, y’all. and not betaread because i live on the wild side.

this is part of the you read your lines so cleverly and never missed a cue series. specifically it’s the second. the first part is here.

The first thing you do when you get home is stalk Austin or more accurately you looked at a few- no more than 10- gossip blogs to try and check the status of Austin's relationship to Vanessa. It should worry you that your reaction upon reading that they broke up a couple months ago is sheer relief. Yes, maybe once upon a time the idea of being with a guy in a relationship didn’t phase you but you learned your lesson like a good girl and knew that you were better than being the side chick. You also knew that most of the time when you were the side chick it was because the guy was an asshole, but truth be told that was honestly most men. Maybe including Austin, but your mind hadn’t quite decided on him beyond being mildly mortified at what happened.

You had expected to hear something from Baz sooner rather than later but it took a full week before you got the call with him telling you that you had gotten the part.You put the phone on mute before letting out a shout of victory before unmuting it again and telling him thank you as he told you he planned on the first table read being about a week from now. Thankfully you hadn’t made any plans, so it was no real problem. The call ended without too much fanfare beyond your initial excitement and within about 5 minutes your phone dinged with an email containing the script. If you happened to dance while printing it out in your apartment no one could judge you.

The week long lead up to the table read had you trying to make arrangements to stay in Australia for the foreseeable future instead of your New York apartment. In between calls to iron out all your tiny details of getting most of your life transferred clear across the world you’d read the script. Everyone knew how Elvis’ story went so it’s not like anything in it was too new to you but you still found yourself enraptured enough that you audibly gasped while on the phone with someone causing them to have to ask if you were alright. Not your proudest moment.

Soon enough though you found yourself on a plane to Australia and in a car heading to the studio. You weren’t nervous before but the closer you got to the studio the more you felt your brain buzzing and your foot becoming jittery, tapping to an unknown rhythm. You took deep breaths, trying to steady yourself as you toyed with your ring. There was no need to be nervous. You had impressed Baz, you were a phenomenal actress. So what if Austin was going to be there and he had known you were going to be there before you did. So what? It was fine, it was going to be fine.

“That’s Cilla. That’s my Priscilla.” You bit your lip remembering hearing that through the door before- you weren’t going to think about that, you were not going to think about being on your knees in front of him, being on your knees with his cock in your mouth. You most certainly were not going to think about how you might have thought about it more than once since then.

This was going to be a problem, you already knew it which is what has you groaning into your hands as your uber driver pulls up to the studio to drop you off. “You going to be okay, ma’am?”

You look at him for a second before answering, moving your hand from your mouth. “Yeah, I’m going to be fine. I’ll tip you in the app, I totally don’t have any cash on me. Sorry.”

The driver shrugs. “It’s alright, you’re not in the US, not required but thank you.”

You hum as you exit the car and grab your bag, pulling down your dress as you did. The walk into the studio felt longer than you’d have liked it to, but you figure that was just because of your outfit and nervousness all balled into one tiny bit of stress for you. You’re early to the read and you’re expecting to have no one in the room when you arrive only to hear the one voice you were mildly dreading hearing.

“Y/N.” Austin says softly and a little breathlessly when he looks up at the noise of the door opening. Your heart skips a beat when you look up to see what he looks like. It’s not a Boho Elvis look this time. No, instead he went with something more put together, a simple white shirt half unbuttoned and black jacket with black slacks. Of course, the headband on his head and the glasses made it seem a little more soft, a little warmer and more gentle than it had any right to be. Truth be told, it had the tension leaving your body the longer you looked at him.

“Austin.” You smile slightly before giving him a little wave and tilting your head. “You’re here early.”

He laughs. “Yeah, if you ever meet Denzel Washington- promise, not trying to name drop, Dove- but if you ever meet him he’ll tell you it's a thing I do because I did it during Iceman Cometh. Started when my mom would drive me to auditions and now that I can drive myself around or call an Uber, it’s just stuck. Allows me to meditate on things. Focus myself.”

For not the first time since you did the chemistry read, you’re struck by how your brain just finds Austin fascinating. You have had one view of him and here he was turning it on its head- turning you on your head. It’s strange but you feel as if you might have found a fellow actor who might understand how you are. It’s method acting, but it’s not, it’s just allowing yourself to fall into a role and allow yourself to be in the moment as this person. And while you were running late according to your own time table, Austin and you were the only people there for the read. Even if you hadn't been on your knees for him not even two weeks prior, you’d have found his dedication a little attractive.

“I get it, Austin.” You twirl your dove ring as you speak. “I do the same thing. Though I’m normally the first person in the room. Didn’t know I’d have competition. Especially since I wanted the seat you’re sitting in.”

“You could sit next to me.” He pats the seat next to him with a grin as his voice pitches down just a bit. “Gotta have my best girl by my side. My ‘Cilla.”

You don’t normally laugh very easily but the sincerity in his voice makes you chuckle as you walk to take the seat next to him. “Your ‘Cilla. Guess that makes you my Elvis.” You pause and sit down, making sure your dress doesn’t ride up as you do. “My King?”

Austin’s eyes are focused on your thighs and your ass when you sit down and you notice but you choose not to comment just yet. He might have been able to be a dom but that look- no self respecting dom looks at you like that when you can make fun of it. He bites his lip and shakes his head. “Elvis hated that name, you know. Felt there was only one king and it wasn’t him. I have to agree with hating the name but that’s mostly because that’s not what I want you calling me.”

You raise an eyebrow at Austin, as you hear the door open another person coming in whose name you feel like you need to know but you haven’t met everyone yet so you suppose it can be forgiven. Your response is softer, more murmured so that they couldn’t hear you. “What is that supposed to mean? Do you have something else in mind, Mr. Butler?”

You’re teasing and you know it. You’re being a brat and you know it. You are suddenly aware that you have no underwear because you forgot it in your rush to get out of your apartment early. You feel faintly like an idiot with this knowledge but your face does not betray any of these things, instead choosing to remain blank, looking at the door as another newcomer comes in. For his part Austin’s only reaction is a slow inhale and exhale before he speaks. “Well it’s not Mr. Butler if that’s what you think. Something that starts with a d.”

The first response that comes to you is dick followed closely by dumbass and then Daddy. Your tongue darts out to lick your lips as you decide to throw him a bone. “Dumbass? Duke? Daddy?”

At the last word, his arm migrates to the back of your chair and he pulls you in a little closer. “Third time’s the charm little dove.Though, dumbass? I’m hurt.”

Despite your better judgment you shift a little closer to Austin, scooting your chair over just a hair. “That’s the least offensive name I could call you, Butler. It’s also true if you think I’m calling you Daddy. Remember, we had this conversation the last time. Was my blowjob that good that you forgot everything before it maybe a little after it?”

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Hello, Laura! 😁 Could you please write a Yuno x reader with prompt Q7 “Do you suppose it’d be alright if I start courting you?” and prompt Q13 “Put that away and kiss me”? Thank you!! 💕💕

Hello dear~! Of course! I'm glad to see Yuno simps back on my blog, and I do hope that I managed to deliver with this one ^-^

Pairing: Yuno Grinberryal x gn!reader

Prompts: Q7 “Do you suppose it’d be alright if I start courting you?” and Q13 “Put that away and kiss me”

Genre: Fluff

Fic type: Oneshot

Length: ~0.9k

You had been running errands for the entire day, going around with a list, just to make sure that you wouldn’t forget anything. Though, as you were looking at all the things still on it, and looking at the clock, it had become apparent that you weren’t going to get everything done today. It wasn’t that you had explicitly told that you had to wrap up everything today, but you knew that if you slacked on it, then things would begin to stack up. Plus, it had felt like you were expected to get it done as soon as possible.

A sigh escaped you, and your eyes fell to the ground as you thought about it; all the responsibilities and tasks. Though it wasn’t like you were alone with it. All younger members had their fair share of duties; the older ones too, though their jobs weren’t quite as mundane as yours. Or so it seemed. Though you still remembered how even these tasks had appeared as so complex and difficult to do in the beginning, because of the amount of things you were supposed to grasp and remember, but now it was easy. So… maybe you’d be ready to take on something else in the near future.

But now, you needed to focus on getting-

“Hey.”

You turned around to see Yuno standing there, as tall and stiff as he usually was. Some might have said ‘uptight’, but to you it didn’t seem like that. Klaus was more uptight than Yuno was, but there was a kind of tension Yuno seemed to carry with him at all times.

Maybe it’s because of all the expectations on him, you thought to yourself as he spoke out your name, rolling it from his tongue with hesitation and tense syllables.

“Yeah?” You asked with curiosity that mixed together with uncertainty of your own, because… he was rather handsome. He was aloof and mysterious, but he was also kind and hard working. He was… wonderful.

“There’s something I’ve been needing to ask you,” he admitted, much more hesitantly than you’d imagine. On most days he would just have asked whatever it was that he was supposed to ask.

Butterflies swirled in your stomach, clashing against your ribs and trying to flutter to the surface. It made you feel like pacing around, and standing still, jumping up and down, and sitting down onto the ground. It made you want to gasp for air, and to hold your breath. So many contradicting urges that you wished that he’d already ask, as the seconds ticked away, making the moment seem like a fraction of an eternity.

“Do you…” he began as his eyes shifted to the side for a moment, and his voice became a mumble, “suppose it’d be alright if I start courting you?”

The question, you could barely comprehend it. Because it was just… too good to be true, honestly. So mindbogglingly, incomprehensibly wonderful that it made your train of thought fall from the rails.

And yet, your mouth new the word to speak. “Yes…” you whispered, with a nod and a swallow, which made a smile, a radiant smile that was your golden dawn, appear on his lips.

“I’m… glad,” he replied with faint, feather light syllables that danced in the air, in the wind that just might as well have been the swirling of his own emotions.

“I.. uhh.. well I-, still uhh… have these to do so…” you uttered out without thinking, as your body seemed to remember your duties than you yourself.

His eyes fell onto the list, and then rose back to you. It was as if he was thinking, trying to remember something, and had it not been for the split second of a shadow of realization that made his eyes widen, you might have thought it to be only a figment of your own imagination. But. There was an advice he certainly must have remembered, because what followed seemed more like something you might read between the pages of a book.

“Put that away and kiss me,” he proclaimed while wrapping his arm around you and pulling you closer.

Your fingers curled around the list, crumbling the piece of paper in your hand as your heart thumped in your chest. The sound of blood rushing in your ears was almost deafening, and you were convinced that he might hear your heart beating.

But perhaps he did, or then he saw the surprise in your eyes as uncertainty, because he loosened his grip as his confidence failed him. And he took a step away.

You took a step closer.

It was so impulsive, and without a thought. But it felt… right. It felt right to close in that gap again, and wrap your arms around him as you… pressed your lips against his.

You pressed a kiss onto his lips, and it made your head feel light. A faint tremble coursed through your body as all you could think about was that you had just kissed him.

You had just kissed him.

And it was the boldest, bravest thing you had done so far. But. What followed was even sweeter.

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188 notes - Posted January 12, 2022

Hello!! Can I request some headcanons for Fuegoleon, Nozel, Luck, Yuno and Asta with a daydreamer s/o, please? By the way I absolutely love your blog and writing!! 🧡🥰

Hello~! ^-^

Certainly! Who of us don't daydream at times, am I right? 😉😂 And: bshdgasdfad I'm so happy to hear that! 😭🥺💖

Pairing: Fuegoleon x gn!reader, Nozel x gn!reader , Luck x gn!reader , Yuno x gn!reader , Asta x gn!reader

Genre: Fluff

Fic type: Headcanons

Total Length: ~0.8k

Fuegoleon Vermillion

He takes joy from being able to steal glances of you when you’re lost in thoughts, just looking somewhere far, far away. Of course, he prefers you looking into his eyes, but this is the next best thing. You have a kind of tranquillity and serenity about you whenever you’re looking into the distance that makes him think that everything is alright with the world.

“My love…” he utters with such sweet syllables they might be the nectar of the high heavens, as he places his hand onto your shoulder if he needs to get your attention.

Somehow, he feels like the serenity of your daydreaming habit extends to him, and makes him calmer as well. He’s had to be grounded it what happens around him that at times, he feels like he’s lost imagination, not that he thinks about it that much. But whenever you wake from your daydreams and ask him about something, a strange question that he can’t, for some reason, help but think, he feels himself to be… his way of thinking to be stuck in set tracks. He’s unable to imagine, and that’s why it’s such a blessing to have you in his life.

Nozel Silva

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207 notes - Posted March 5, 2022

Helloooo is u doing well? i hope u are

Can i pls request nozel fue william and yuno doing the tiktok corset trend infront of them? thank u

Hiya~! I'm doing very well thank you for asking ^^ Summer vacation started today, and it makes me happy, even if I'm working for the summer

And I’m assuming that this is a request for the s/o doing the corset trend in front of the guys ^^’ And yes, I did need to google what trend this is XD

Pairing: Nozel x f!reader, Fuegoleon x f!reader, William x f!reader, Yuno x f!reader Fanfic type: Headcanons Total length: ~1k Warnings: I suppose this qualifies as suggestive, but it's canon typical content in any case

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Nozel

Corsets aren’t exactly strange in noble wardrobes in his mind, which is why he doesn’t really think of it as strange one day when you come home with a package that held one. It’s just a garment. There was nothing unusual about it, so he continued sipping his afternoon tea just the same.

He had picked up the habit of having tea with you in your shared bedroom, because it was the one place where you could be in peace and quiet, just the two of you. And since there was more than enough space for it, with the private balcony, couches, tables and so on, there really wasn’t an issue.

It really was your private sanctuary.

But when you asked if he’d give you an opinion on your purchase, he quirked an eyebrow. That wasn’t quite so usual. Normally you got something nice for yourself, and you showed it to him, explaining that you did in fact like it. The days when you asked if something was to his liking, were… well, he would have been lying if he claimed that it was long in the past, but it had only been frequent when you started dating.

That, or when there was an important event where you wanted to make sure that you were presentable enough.

But sure enough he agreed, and continued to sip his tea as you went to change, only to emerge in a skirt and a corset that was your favourite colour, which complimented you so well.

You swayed your hips, as if you were happy with your purchase. And that alone made him smile.

“You look… lovely,” he uttered before lifting the tea cup back onto his lips.

And then… you tugged onto the corset lacing.

That made him draw some of the tea into his airways, and he coughed, trying to get the liquid out.

“I take it that it looks good,” you giggled as he was trying to catch his breath. But the coughing didn’t seem to end. “Are you okay?” You had to ask, to which he nodded.

He’d be okay, after he caught his breath.

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132 notes - Posted September 26, 2022

Y'know what. I just had a thought and I'm going to share it because it's What I Do.

I recently saw a really, really good writer putting down their work because it wasn't 'up to their usual standards', and 'not as good as it could have been' and 'just plain garbage' (It was none of you my lovely moots, I have no idea who this person was, I just saw them online).

And I read their little story and like...it was good. It was really, really good. Maybe they've been writing longer than me, maybe they're just That Talented, but it made me think that like...it was better than probably anything I'll ever produce, and...they didn't like it.

Made me think things like 'why do I bother sharing my weird little stories when even something this good isn't Good Enough?'

So then, because I'm me, I had a Lot Of Thoughts. What if there's a Baby Writer reading my stuff, and they see me throwing down on it because I have the self-confidence of a bullied slug, and decide that hey. Maybe my stuff's not Good Enough, so I'll keep it to myself.

Because the thing is, I've been writing for fifteen years. Am I great at it? Maybe not. As good as I'll ever get? No, everyone's always improving all the time! But I've been doing it for a while. Will everything I write be a masterpiece? Absolutely not! But do I string together words with a little more proficiency than somebody writing their first story ever? Probably. And I don't want any of them looking at what I say about my writing and deciding that they shouldn't try.

So, this is my official statement that I'm going to stop being self-deprecating about the things I create, and my request for anyone who sees me break this promise to jump on me and make me delete it. Yes, I'm still going to look at it and feel like it could be better. I'm still going to read my stuff and hate it sometimes. I'm human, and sometimes humans have trouble seeing value in their own work, even if it's so easy to see it in other people's. But I'm trying to get better. Because just the act of creating something makes it priceless. We, as writers and artists and people in general, put a little piece of our hearts into everything we do, and that's worth something. It's worth creating. It's worth sharing. And it's worth forcing yourself to see the value in it.

Please, please, never look at what somebody thinks about themselves, or anyone else, and wonder if it applies to you.

Never hesitate to create something, and share it, and be proud of it, just because maybe you think it will never be as good as what somebody else made.

It's not a race. It's not a competition. We're here to have fun.

Ily'all/plat. Keep creating. Keep sharing. Keep being you; you're awesome enough exactly as you are <3

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292 notes - Posted November 15, 2022

The Loaf

This one's for you, @bllaaaaarrgh

Title: The Loaf

Warnings: Implied major character death. The loaf wins. Unironic use of the word "Yonkers".

Summary: Wild fist fights a massive loaf of bread. Read all about it here: https://at.tumblr.com/bllaaaaarrgh/imagine-this-wild-fist-fighting-a-massive-loaf-of/lsi6mmc4dpb6

General Notes: I tried something different with this one; it switches back and forth between past and present. Past will be in italics.

More Notes: This is sheer insanity. I had a lot of fun with it, and am fully prepared to face the consequences of my actions.

It was a curse, he was sure of it. Whether it was the bread or himself that was cursed, he may never know for sure. But he did know, with absolute certainty, that normal bread didn't behave in such a manner.

But he didn’t have time to question the origins of the loaf. Barely had time to arm himself with a spoon. By the time he saw the loaf, it was too late.

It had all started hours earlier, when Time had called for a break and the Links had settled down in a clearing to rest their legs, refill their waterskins, or take a quick nap. It had taken minimal convincing for everyone to agree to let Wild wander; go off on his own to run off some energy and scavenge for interesting mushrooms. And that, if he had been able to look back on the occasion, may have been his first mistake.

The loaf towered over him, easily five feet tall. It was just bread, really, but he could swear it had a face. The perfectly baked crust flaked in such a way as to give it the impression of angry eyebrows, glaring down at Wild as if he had, somehow, personally wronged the bread. As if he weren’t solely responsible for giving it life.

He found the mushroom beside a tree, nestled between a mess of roots as mushrooms so often are. It was bigger than any mushroom he’d ever seen, and glowing a bright intense orange. It seemed alive, in a way that far surpassed all other fungi. The glow pulsated in the evening light, and a grin broke across Wild’s face as ran forward, clutching the stalk of the mushroom between his hands. It was hard to pull up, the mycelium reaching far into the ground. The mushroom was strong, but Wild was stronger. Eventually, the roots snapped and Wild stumbled backwards with the loss of resistance, landing hard on the ground but grinning from ear to ear at the massive mushroom in his hands. It was going to make a fantastic snack, he thought. And that, anyone would agree, was his second mistake.

Wild was a gentleman, so he let the bread throw the first punch. If what the bread did could, in fact, be called a punch. It moved in ways that shouldn’t have been possible for such a massive wall of freshly cooked yeasty goodness, traveling on invisible feet to hurl itself at Wild, whacking his head with the usually-satisfying crackle of crisp bread crust being torn. It didn’t sound as nice, up close; not when the bread was pounding into his skull.

He swung the spoon, then; whacking it into the side of the bread in a desperate attempt to bring down his biggest mistake. To undo the monster he had created. But the bread was a step ahead, as it always seemed to be. It made sense, he realized as it happened, that a bread that could come to life would also be able to absorb a wooden spoon.

The spoon disappeared into the side of the bread, consumed just like every other chance he had at defending himself. It was just him and his fists, now. Just Wild’s bare hands against the bread.

He didn’t take the mushroom back to the makeshift camp to show the others; if he did, they’d only tell him not to eat it. They’d say it’s ‘too big’ and ‘too orange’ and ‘doesn’t even grow around here where’d you find it put it back’. There were times he was absolutely sure that they didn’t want him to have any fun at all.

And so he set up right where he was. Started a fire, heated up his portable cooking pot, and set to work on preparing his latest creation.

The mushroom was powdery; almost flour-like, when he crushed it with a rock and sprinkled it into the pot. With a texture like that, only one course of action made sense: he was going to make bread. Or a pancake, really, given the supplies he had to work with. But it would be huge and delicious and when he brought it back to camp, everyone would ‘ooh’ and ‘ahh’ over how good it was. Just as long as they never found out what it was made out of.

He tossed in the other ingredients; some milk of questionable origins, an egg he’d found in a hot spring three or four months prior, and a sprinkle of his live yeast culture. Afterall, there was nothing worse than flat bread.

Once the last few ingredients were added, he stirred it all up with his spoon and sat on a rock to wait; humming quietly to himself as he watched the pot patiently. Alone, in the woods, cooking bread made out of mushrooms. It was truly the recipe for his third mistake.

With nothing left to fight back with, Wild flung his fists with all his might. They impacted against the side of the loaf, bread flakes flying but doing nothing to halt the path of carnage the loaf was creating. The fifth time his fist connected with the crust, he was forcefully reminded of the fate of his favorite spoon.

He was absorbed. Slowly, to give him the illusion of hope. His hand sunk into the bread, encased within the warm interior of his latest baking endeavor. “Yonkers!” He shouted in panic as the bread sucked him in up to her shoulder. He was powerless to fight back against the loaf; he had no weapons, and bread would not hear reason. He was well and truly trapped.

The bread didn’t stop rising when it hit pancake-height, but he didn’t really question it until it crested the rim of the pan. It just kept going up, and Wild could only stare in wonder at the cooking miracle he had discovered. They would be eating this bread for weeks; and he wouldn’t be leaving the area without a stockpile of the magical mushroom that had made it all possible.

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345 notes - Posted October 11, 2022

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Learned about a new frog yesterday. Some of you know of my love for frogs. Instagram knows this too, and likes to throw random frog pics at me. Anyway...

If Four was a frog, he'd be a Black Rain Frog

Evidence:

This poor creature hasn't felt joy since last year, at least

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My Top Posts in 2022:

So who knew a teen TV show about two boys who go to the same school, become best friends and then realise they both like each other and wanna be boyfriends would be the reason I finally acknowledge my bi disaster self just like Nick does but instead I discover this when I'm 26 and in a fully and happily committed relationship with a man 😅😅

"Why are we like this?"

No, why am I like this?

12 notes - Posted September 2, 2022

Can someone please write a Midam fic that doesn't involve Destiel.. like at all?? Kfanksbye

13 notes - Posted February 19, 2022

Can you please reblog/like this post if you're still interested in reading more chapters of my Sastiel fanfic, Electric Indigo?

It's not a finished story yet and I wanna make sure that I'm not continuing it for no reason except for my own benefit. I mean, I wanna finish it but I also wanna make sure I still have readers!

Because let's face it - What's a story without the reader, eh?

If I have solid encouragement to continue it then that would be great because the smutty chapter I'm writing (chapter 14 the next one that is) is really hard to finish and well, I don't know if I'm any good at writing smut so you're going to need to tell me when it's finally completed! ;)

cheers guys,

Luna x

p.s the link to the fic is below:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27330559?view_full_work=true

19 notes - Posted January 9, 2022

Necessary Warmth In Winter

A Midam fluffy and soft domestic life AU one-shot fanfic

Plot: Adam and Michael go on a little winter trip and stay at a cabin. Adam is desperate to keep warm and Michael decides that he's adamant that Adam will be comfortable no matter what it takes.

Rating: T

Additional tags: friends to lovers, fluff, au human, unrequited but not really unrequited love, winter, cuddles and snuggling, hot chocolate, first kiss

Link on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36340774

24 notes - Posted January 10, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Hey guys so my first text post of 2022!

This is a bit later than I intended, but here we go...

So, 2021 while stressful due to obvious pandemic reasons, was also a weirdly decent year for me. It's a year that I discovered more of who I am and how good life could be now that I have finally begun to move on from past traumatic experiences and mental health problems, these problems I was still dealing with regardless of a pandemic or not. They had been lingering years before the worst shit happened to the whole world and I am grateful that I have worked them out, whether covid affected that or not. I can't say if it did to be honest. But anyway.

My point is that while yes, my mental health could always potentially get bad again, it seems that for the time being, I'm actually and honestly doing well. So there is that.

Life has also got pretty busy lately, so that would be why I don't use tumblr that often these days, but in spite of this, there have been some great peeps on here that I'm glad to have gotten to know in the last year or two on a semi regular basis, perhaps only spoken to a little or even just mutually followed.

So said peeps, I would like to give a special mention to. These peeps are just plain awesome and lovely (and I hope I don't forget anyone - sorry in advance if I did!!) are as follows:

@omnishambolichologram @posingasme @rodiniaorzetalthepenquin @jazzforthecaptain @postpunkphantomthief @ampelmensch @sastiel-daily @trippin-over-my-fandoms @rilannon @laurabeech @by-the-primes @purplepadawolf @sam-spirit-winchester @samwinchcster @hanabi-09 @avalonsilver @moonie-lunie @thequeenofsastiel @fyremagik @sastielsfandom @mygallimaufry @four-am-fanfiction @jtownraindancer @youcandalekmyballs @wendibird @awesomesusiebstuff @irishangelniall @purplecyphers @hxilstorm @loverofdemoncorns ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Basically, I just wanna wish you all an amazing and prosperous 2022. It's been a harrowing couple of years for us all but let's just go into it without much expectations. Let's just hope it's an easier one!

Also, if anyone that I tagged or anyone who follows me wants to reach out and send a DM for any particular reason, then I am happily open to that! Especially if you're struggling. I like to help where I can if at all possible. And I genuinely mean that. Mental health is important!

Anyway, see you guys on the flip side yo (i'm such a dork).

Cheers,

Luna x

32 notes - Posted January 3, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

This really goes to show that I have been using tumblr a lot less which I do deeply regret.

2022 has been a busier year than previous years and life got in the way from my creativity so I guess that's why!

Will try to come to this more often again because I have missed it

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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Why did you choose me?

This is my first fic that I think might turn into a series for the other boys, but I thought I’d put this out since I’ve been wanting to do this for some time. I’m no novelist, and its 2:50 am so my writing may suck a little. I hope this is the beginning of something good and I hope you enjoy!

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Pairing: Donnie x Female! Reader

Point of View: First person

Warning(s): Past trauma mentioned

Summary: Donnie asks reader the hard question of why he was chosen to be their partner. What the reader says moves him.

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I was hanging out with Donnie in his lab while he was working on the newly added security cameras he recently obtained. I was peacefully reading my A Court of Thorns and Roses book next to him in the chair he made for me when I started hanging out with him a lot.

We’ve been dating for a few months now, falling into a peaceful rhythm that made sense to the both of us when we were able to hang out. Donnie enjoyed my company, especially when I would ask him questions and he would explain it in a way that made sense to me. Becoming friends was fairly easy because of this. I was curious as to how he was able build all of his amazing gadgets and figure out coding (since I couldn’t understand it to save my life) and he did. Eventually with me hanging out with him and with the both of us helping each other, we eventually confessed our feelings to each other. That’s a story for another day though.

Anyways, I was reading when I heard Donnie ask me a question that threw me off. I looked at him with my head tilted.

“What was that Don?”

He paused, turning from his camera before looking at me with some sadness in his golden eyes. “I said why did you choose me?”

I looked at him with confusion and curiosity before marking my spot. I placed my book in the chair before walking up to him, asking if I could remove a few of the cameras before sitting on his desk in front of him.

I looked at him with gentleness in my eyes, allowing Donnie space to speak.

“Donnie, did something happen recently that made you question our relationship?” I asked gently, gently holding the left side of his face.

His eyes darted to the side, removing his face from my hand before looking at his boots.

“It’s just... I don’t understand why you would date someone like me. I’m a giant mutant turtle who has to hide their existence. With hiding my existence, I can’t do things like show you off, take you out, travel, meet your family, etc. I live in the sewers for gosh sakes and that’s not romantic in the slightest. You could date someone who doesn’t live in my predicament and they could give you everything you could ask for. It’s-” Donnie looks up at me with more sadness before.”-why? Why would a beautiful woman like you with such a bright future date a- a monster like me...” he whispers the last part.

I watched him, absorbing everything he had said. You could tell he was in pain, his shoulders were slumped, his body tense, and the tension was beginning to boil.

I had thought of this before, from my past relationship since I never thought I could love again. Then while beginning my friendship with Donnie, I began to see how even though we were naturally friends, the romance was already blooming quickly. I spoke, gaining Donnie’s attention.

“Donnie, I don’t know a hundred percent sure what fate was thinking when they brought you into my life. I wasn’t looking for love when we became friends, I was just hoping to grow my social circle and continue to maintain its size.”

Donnie seemed to have shrunk a little hearing this, but I knew I needed to be open about this if he were to understand where my love for him came from. I continued to speak, this time taking his face gently in my hands, tilting him to look at me.

“Donnie, I was in a lot of pain when you came into my life. I had just been told I wasn’t someone’s ideal and believed it. When my ex broke up with me, I swore to never date again if it meant I could protect my heart. Then you were like, this beacon of light I never thought I’d see.

I was hesitant to become friends with you, not because of who you or what you were. I just didn’t want to fall for someone I had a lot of respect for, only to be rejected or lead on. When the feelings were beginning to develop I fought them honestly. Like I said, I had enough respect for you that I didn’t want to risk losing our friendship. Though, with your looks, your gentle soul, and your kind nature, I began to fall in love with you. You began healing my heart with the small things, from making me this chair, to providing me my favorite holiday Reese’s candy, to learning the little things I thought no one cared enough to learn about me. You did things that even before we began dating, you were already doing things my ex could never do. You ordered my favorite food when I was busy with school/work or when I was down. No matter how busy you were, you always made time to listen to me. You let me speak my mind out and you didn’t tell me to quiet down, instead you encouraged me to speak up.

Donnie, I don’t think anyone has ever put this much effort into a relationship with me like you have. You are going above and beyond, more than I think most people would do. Either platonically or romantically, you have been by my side, always encouraging me to continue to grow. You were there incase I needed you to hold my hand and I hope I was there for you when you needed me. I know I’m talking mainly about me, but I hope I was able to do everything that you’re doing for me for you.

Yeah, I wanted a specific future because it meant I didn’t need to have so much drama in my life. But you know what Donnie?”

“W-what?” he whispered, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. I took his glasses and set them to the side before pulling his face towards my chest.

“I will gladly live this crazy life if it meant you were there every step of the way. I knew the risks as soon as I became a friend and then your partner. I think life would’ve been boring if I didn’t have you and your beautiful family in my life. You, Donatello Hamato, I will thank for helping heal the broken pieces of my heart for a long time.

So, why did I choose you? Because you made it clear you are the one for me. I hope nothing stands in the way of our relationship since I’m not one for confrontation. I’m terrified of the future arguments to come, but if love really does prevail, I will listen to love then. Does this answer your question?”

I looked down, listening to his breathing as I waited patiently for his response. He slowly wraps his arms around my waist, tightening his grip while pressing his face further into me before releasing gentle sobs. I held his head and stroked it gently while I allowed him to ride the waves of his emotions.

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93 notes - Posted March 22, 2022

Donnie w/ an s/o who is like 5’0 and he wont stop teasing them?

I'm tired and have been needing a little Donnie love. So let's get to it!

I’m writing this from a female perspective, and identifies the character as female, but the pronouns are they/them/their’s.

Donnie w/ Short S/O

Donnie is into smart women for sure

But he also loves short and feisty

You’re small, but damn ya pack quite the punch in attitude

As I always say, whatever ya don't make up in height, ya make up in attitude😤��🏽

So when you first meet Donnie, he’s maybe a tad shy, but he’s not a stuttering mess when he converses with you

He definitely developed small heart eyes too when you sassed back to one of his brothers about your height (it probably was Raph that commented on your height…)

Anyways, ya stole his heart k?

Oh, once you become friends with Donnie, expect some light-hearted teasing

Then when you start dating, the teasing increases

On both ends

Donnie teases his s/o for their inability to reach the cupboards in the lair

His s/o teases Donnie needing to crouch when entering their apartment (and when he wants cuddles and kisses)

Calls him their green bean once in a while

Because of the crouching, his s/o worries about his back health

Donnie worries about them over stretching their muscles when they reach out to hug his tall frame

(Donnie still thinks it’s adorable and wouldn’t want them to stop, probably gives good massages with those magic hands of his...)

It’s when he develops feelings for you when it starts to become apparent

He used to tease you about how tiny your hands when compared to his

He kinda quit doing it when he began to develop lewd thoughts about you (his realization that he REALLY liked you kinda got to him)

Like, first time he let you sit on his shoulders and you guys were in the pond at the farmhouse, he got a nosebleed

THE THIGHS GOT TO HIM SO QUICK LIKE WHIPLASH

(Yes, I headcanon he easily gets nosebleeds from situations like this, deal with it)

After that he gained more self-control and you’re really the only person who’s allowed to sit on his shoulders, either out of fun or necessity

Ok, best part about the size difference (besides Donnie’s size kink😈) are the cuddles

He gets to be big spoon, his s/o is the small spoon

Donnie chuckles when his s/o tries to be big spoon

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109 notes - Posted May 24, 2022

Hey Mystics!

I decided to make a fic with platonic and romantic aspects I think I’d have with the boys. The language kind of changes too because I’ll go from a (Y/N) perspective to talking about myself, so I apologize for any confusion that may occur. This is my first time writing something from a personal perspective so I am nervous of how everyone would react. There will be some repeats since I did try to add things I think the guys would do on the daily, but I’ve come to the conclusion that I don’t have to put EVERYTHING in one fic. There’s time for that :) If there are any tips people may have, or you just loved it, please let me know! I’d love to make material for people to read and enjoy. Anyways, enough of me talking, enjoy!

Things I would Enjoy Doing with the Boys🐢💙❤️💜🧡🐢

Leonardo:

Meditating- With how much I go through and personally put myself through (idk why) I think Leo would be very, very good at teaching me how to meditate and relax. Not gonna lie, I’d probably end up sleeping during the first few sessions not because it’s boring, it’s just that relaxing. I did like yoga in high school, so I think that would be something we could both do if Leo realizes I am more likely to sleep than meditate.

Reading- I miss having the time to read, and I feel like if Leo was practicing his Katas, meditating, having tea with him, I feel like reading would be really fun and relaxing. I also think having book discussions and reviewing the books would be a fun past-time as well. I’d also ask what he likes to read and would gift him books once in a while, especially on his birthday and Christmas.

Tea Time- Call it what you want, but I feel like having tea with Leo would be something to enjoy any time of the day (or night cuz ya know, boys got patrol). Now, add Splinter to the tea time and now you wish to have dad approval by the master himself.

Philosophy- I feel like if you have questions that lead to a deep discussion, Leo would gladly sit down and listen. He’d also like to ask his own deep questions and it would just spiral into hours of talking with this guy and possibly forget that existing is actually a thing (idk what philosopher’s do, sorry.) I also feel like Raph and Mikey would get annoyed and might kick Leo and I out of the kitchen (where most deep convos begin) and we’d go to the dojo to continue.

Cooking- I think if Mikey has dragged Leo into the kitchen a couple of times, I think Leo would know basic cooking. He would be more than happy to learn how to make sushi, ramen, boba/bubble tea, etc. But if I were to be cooking, I’m going to ask him if he’d like to learn how to cook asian cuisine. I love boba/bubble tea, so I think making that with Leo would be a fun experience, especially if Leo gets to flex on his tea knowledge.

Training- Leo would train me like he trains himself and his brothers. He would push me past my limits, however after a hard day of training, I’d be able to relax after it. Probably give me a banana or too cuz of how sore I’d be lol.

Romantic💙:

Cuddles- If I was dating Leo, I feel like what everyone is saying about him not really showing PDA in front of his brothers would apply to me. At least, in the beginning… We’d cuddle in secret before it emerges as the relationship gets more comfortable. During movie nights I’d start sitting in his lap snuggling against him as he wraps his arms around me. In bed, he likes to be the big spoon but,… he LOVES being the little spoon. He just won’t admit it. Probably cradle his head when he’s taking naps.

Kisses- Probably soft chaste kisses at first, nothing big in front of his family. Though he’d probably place soft kisses on the readers/I’s faces and necks to show a little more affection. In the bedroom though? Hot damn, probably into french-kissing and the whole heavy makeout sessions.

Dates- He’d probably be a little clueless as what to do, so he’d ask Donnie and maybe Master Splinter for ideas. Though I think he’d be the guy that has the romantic dinner with flowers waiting to be gifted. Maybe star-gazing, him reading poetry out loud, that kind of thing. He would also love to learn what the reader/I am interested so the dates are inclusive on both sides. Late night walks in the park when he’s sure he won’t be discovered.

Tittie’s/Ass/Thighs- Alright, what is this man? He’s gonna love every body part on his partner. I think he’d be a mixture, since he does love seeing that booty dance in more than one way👀 But he also loves to hold onto your thighs either when cuddling or doing the naughty tango. When he’s cuddling, he definitely loves to put his face into your titties, regardless the size. He uses your ass as a pillow when you’re on his bed.

Bonus:

✨Spicy✨ Postition- Plain missionary and cowgirl, but add what you’d like to it. I’m not into BDSM like some people headcanon Leo to be, but I don’t know. As long as Leo can go from slow to “going to break the bed” mode, I don’t think this is gonna be a position anyone could get sick of. Especially when he’s got his thumb in your mouth holding your jaw, forcing you to look into his eyes when he’s thrusting. I think riding would be fun, because it means Leo can get comfortable with giving me the reins and allow him to relax. Prolonged eye contact.

Raphael:

Crocheting- I know that Raph knits, but I think he’d be more than happy to teach me how to knit. Probably would go to the library and check out any book he’s interested in and we’d work on projects together. He’d make blankets, ponchos, beanies, etc and gift me a couple of those to me and his family. I love large blankets that dwarf my little body so he’d probably be amused making it and gifting it. I have silent feet so there may have been a few jump scares in the lair because of said feet and blanket…

Comics- I don’t read comics like I used to, but I’d encourage Raph to tell me what he likes so I could find material he likes. He’s into Batman, so if Raph and I are on like, really good terms, I’d ask to look through his comic book collection so I can get an idea of what he’s missing and isn’t. If he wants to ask me what comics I like, I’d tell him what I’ve read and what I know. I think if he’s interested I’d share some graphic novels that I like to read. An activity we’d be doing when our schedules aren’t so busy.

Video Games- I can… unfortunately swear up a storm when it comes to some games, so when Raph wants some entertainment all he’d have to do is sit next to me with a bowl of popcorn and watch. And when he’s playing, I’m likely to just watch and ask him questions about various things when there’s a break or something non-intense is happening. Though no horror games for me. Imagine me smacking someone if I see something horror related. It is said my high fives have a little power behind them…

Cooking- Raph is likely going to be the American dad ok? I kind of hate saying that, but that’s what I can imagine him being good at. He would honestly make the best burgers. He’d also know how to make soups and different chilis. I’ve only made chili, like, once, so I think that’s something that I would like to learn from him. People saying he can’t cook for the life of him… with a brother likely Mikey, he’s BOUND to find something he’ll like cooking when it’s his turn.

Training/Work Out- He’s kind of like Leo, he takes training and working out VERY seriously. However, he’s probably likely to be a little lenient when he kind of realizes when someone can’t lift 300lbs all at once. I feel like I could connect with him if I’m weight training with him because I loved doing that in high school. I also imagine going to him after sitting for to long and asking to work out for 10-15 minutes, 30 if I would like to push it. I know an hour is recommended, but realistically I’m not going to do that. Either with the turtles or in reality.

Motorcycle Rides- It’s gotta be said. I’ve never been on a motorcycle before and I think if something has upset me enough that I need to get out, I’ll ask Raph if we could go out on a ride. That is if we’re pretty close, but assume we are. No questions asked, Raph would have me dress up appropriately before finding a helmet he used to wear that would fit mine before heading out. I’m not usually one to like speed, but I think at that point any thoughts of that would be out the door as soon as I sit in front of Raph and we just go. No destination, just doing anything but sitting around. Probably after calming down and coming back, I’ll bring up the idea of building a bike with Raph and I think with Donnie’s help, he’d be more than happy to build a bike so we could be bike buddies:)

Romantic❤️:

Cuddles- I think even before dating Raph, once he realizes I love giving hugs and he doesn’t need to feel scared of receiving a hug, he’d be more than happy to give hugs and cuddles. Once dating, damn. I feel like it’s one of those situations where it’s like “good luck getting out of that.” Boy is touch starved, plus his insecurities don’t really help. But I love giving out hugs, virtually and physically, so if I’m stuck in Raph’s grip, I think I’d be more than fine with that. He’d probably grumble when I have to do something that’s not in his grip. You’ll be stuck I’m sure, but does anyone really want to be released from those DAMN arms?

Kisses- This boy needs patience and reassurance. Probably start out with cheek and face kisses before going *smooch smooch*. He’s probably wearing plain but simple chap stick cuz he’s afraid when the first kiss happens it’s gonna be uncomfortable. So when it happens, his lips would be soft and plump like you’re kissing a cloud.

Dates- Baby, is it really a date with Raph if he doesn’t have his bike involved?

Titties/Ass/Thighs- I will die on the hill that says Raph is an ass man. He loves every part of your body, but that booty got his mind thinking obscene things. He’s working out? He’s thinking about dat ass. While working on chores? Dat ass be clappin’ in his head. Boy ain’t gonna get tired of thinking about that ass. He will get tired of it if he can’t have your ass in his hands. I could go on, but you’ve got the idea.

Bonus:

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Perfect the Way You Are

So this was my first fic I ever tried writing and honestly, it’s bad, I ain’t gonna finish it, but after seeing how long this has been sitting in my drafts, I think I’ll finally share it. Am I anxious as heck to share it? You bet your sweet ass I am. But I really wanted to get something out there since my last post.

I might re do this, I might not, who knows. All I know is, here’s a fic for ya!

Used this post as inspiration:

Donnie x F!reader

Will be using she/her pronouns

“(Y/N), (Y/N)! Look (Donnie explains to the reader what he discovered and shows them the mutagen changing his hand)

“(Y/N), if I can get my hands on more of this stuff, I could create a formula that changes my brothers and I into humans.” He reaches for (Y/N)’s hand an interlinks with them. “I can finally do things with you I’ve always wanted to do. Take you out on dates, meet your friends and family,

“I know why you’re doing this, I understand. While this is an amazing discovery and I’m happy that you got to figure out some possibilities with this, I’m not comfortable with it though. It has nothing to do with you, it’s just,… you’re perfect the way you are. You may not believe that, you may think that I’m just saying that to be nice or to pretend that this is cool.

“Donnie, I know what it’s like to want to be accepted by society, to want to interact with so many things and people. You and your brothers have been deprived of that chance for so long. But as long as society stays the way it is, not a lot of people are going to accept you, even if you altered your appearance. People bully other people for their appearances. ‘You’re too fat, you’re too skinny, your teeth aren’t straight/ or white, be a little more of this and that and I’ll accept you, if you love me then you’d do this and uugh”

(Y/N) takes a deep breath, calming their nerves before looking up into Donnie’s eyes. Donnie’s eyes were filled with love and sadness. (Y/N) reached up and wrapped their arms around his neck, hugging him close.

“I love you and your brothers for who you are. It hurts me so much to see you guys in so much pain. I didn’t realize I took some things for granted until I met you guys. I know based on what you and your brothers have told me what people have called you and, fuck them.”

Donnie stiffened underneath (Y/N)’s grasp, a little surprised. It’s not often strong language is shared between the two, since they are both respectful of each other and those around them. (Y/N) felt Donnie tense and mumbled “sorry” before she continued her speech.

“Fuck the people who don’t get to see more than your outward appearance. Fuck the people who call you guys monsters, freaks, and other degrading names. Fuck them for not getting to know you for you. When I first met you, did I see a brainiac mutant ninja turtle? Yes, I will not deny that. But once I got to know you better, all hands on deck. Hell, my nickname for you for a while was just Genius because well, you are one. But I got to see past your appearance and got to find out besides pizza, you love Italian food. Didn’t you say you’d buy everyone tiramisu at some point?”

“Yeah I did, it was after I cracked a code that hadn’t been used in over 15 years. I said before Shredder collapsed the tower that I’d buy everyone tiramisu.”

“Yeah? Ok, well. I figured you’d also love coffee. Though watching you drink coffee is like a vehicle who’s tank can only last 15 miles to the gallon.”

Donnie leaned back from (Y/N)’s grasp, arching a brow. “You comparing me to a vehicle? Especially one with horrible mileage? (Y/N), have I not taught you well in mechanics? At least the basics???”

“Yes you have and that’s why I’m saying that you somehow run well for a vehicle that runs on 15 gallons.”

“Thats’s just rude.”

“Ok, maybe not the best description, but seriously, you’re that addicted to coffee you rival my own mother. She can drink coffee from when she gets up for the morning to when her head hits the pillow when she goes to sleep. Drives me a little bonkers. Anyways, back to the point. You wanna know what’s special about you and your brothers?”

Donnie chuckled, “sure, what’s so special about us?” (Y/N) slowly reaches out and cradles Donnie’s face in her hands. She looks up and smiles softly.

“You’re a gift and a blessing to anyone who meets you and your brothers and choose to stay and not run away. April passed out when first meeting you guys but she stayed in the end didn’t she? She sees you for you. I see you for you. You’re a person who literally would not care if you didn’t eat and sleep in 3 days, because you’re that dedicated to making sure all of your tech is functioning so that when you go out there and fight alongside your family, it doesn’t fail you. You would bash yourself against the head if you came back in one piece but found out your tech didn’t work as planned. You’d work yourself to death if it meant it kept your family and the city safe. You are a kind, handsome, gentle, romantic soul that puts others before himself because you care that much about others more than yourself. Be kind to yourself Donatello, because besides your friends and family, you’ve only got you. We only have one Donnie and we don’t want to lose you. Just *takes Donnie’s hand* when you’re working with this stuff, remember that you’ve got people who have your back ok? While I’m not comfortable with this and highly suggest and am against you self-experiment with this stuff, you’ve got my support. You’re perfect just the way you are Don, you just gotta see that for yourself. *boops Donnie’s nose* love you big guy.”

Tags: @bay-did-nothing-wrong @roxosupreme @turtle-babe83 @leosgirl82 @thelaundrybitch @angelcatlowyn @ladyofparchments @lady-maria-the-wolf225 @foreignbrunette @downwiththemutantnjnjaturtles @chicchanmooshy @tmnt22 @aurora-the-kunoichi @yumefuusen @raphslovemuffin80 @nittleboo @donniesdove @pheradream15 @raphsgrl @raisin-shell @doctorelleth @infuriatedleprechaun @fluffytriceratops and anyone else that liked this!

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My #1 post of 2022

Can you do a raph x chubby!s/o and they need constant reaction

Hi there!

I’ve been swamped with school work and just need to get back into writing. I’m gonna do a Bayverse Raph if that’s alright? I’m also not sure if you meant attention instead of reacting, but nonetheless I will do my best!

Raph x chubby! s/o

First time Raph saw (y/n), he thought they were the prettiest gal/guy he’s ever seen

The locks, the smiles, the eyes, the CURVES

He knew he’d be laying his head on your chest or ass when he’s cuddling you

WARM SQUISH PILLOW

Soooooo many cuddles, especially if there was a bad day, both Raph and his s/o need comfort, it’s cold and Raph just wants to snuggle,cuddle sex, etc.

He gets VERY handsy. Walk through the kitchen past him, smack on da ass. On your way out with a kiss, smack on da booty (with permission of course)

Anyone that makes fun of the Big Bara’s s/o will wish they never stood in his presence

S/o will have to give many smooches and cuddles to calm the big guy down

His brothers will tease him a little but he couldn’t careless (he’s given up the bad persona a little since s/o entered his life)

He loves it when his s/o sits on the top of his shell when he’s doing his workouts

Raph also loves it when he knits different sized blankets, scarves, and other items so his s/o remembers him

Listen, only behind closed doors are you allowed to do many things to him… Like paint his nails and do his makeup. Whatever makes you happy, he will do it (just don’t tell his brothers about the makeup part, Raph will take that knowledge to the grave)

He’ll grumble about not having a sweet tooth because of his diet and bad boy persona, but don’t tell anyone that he’ll snatch cookies he and his s/o made at his partner’s apartment before going back home

You’re his god/goddess, this man will WORSHIP the ground you walk

That being said, if his s/o forgets their value, he will show you how much you mean to him… he’s a man of action of course😉☺️

He’s such a sweet man❤️

It’s been a while since I’ve written, plus this is a different kind of writing style. I hope this brings joy!

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143 notes - Posted April 13, 2022

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I posted 88 times in 2022

That's 2 more posts than 2021!

54 posts created (61%)

34 posts reblogged (39%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@jcminwell

@spatio-rift

@anjizu

@blobofboredom

@dasistmeinpferd

I tagged 87 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#kuroko no basuke - 45 posts

#kuroko no basket - 45 posts

#reblog - 32 posts

#ask - 18 posts

#izuki shun - 13 posts

#art - 12 posts

#akashi seijuro - 12 posts

#kagami taiga - 8 posts

#kuroko tetsuya - 8 posts

#headcanon - 6 posts

Longest Tag: 104 characters

#said a latecomer who joined the fandom way after the hype died down and is currently deprived of content

My Top Posts in 2022:

*flashbacks to everyone calling Aomine a monster and giving up playing against him in Teikou*

100 notes - Posted March 25, 2022

Speaking of speech patterns that help identify certain characters, Akashi's speech resembles written language (or you can say he talks more formally than others).

For example, in spoken language, "de wa" usually gets shortened to "ja". Think of "de wa nai" like "is not" and "ja nai" like "isn't". A lot of knb characters shorten "nai" to "nee" too (especially Hyuuga man does it all the time), while Akashi talks in perfect grammar in the middle of a heated match.

(Mou soko wa omae no basho de wa nai yo, Kagami)

(picture source)

128 notes - Posted July 2, 2022

Bokushi high-fiving Midorima in Extra Game makes me emotional

132 notes - Posted July 7, 2022

I still find it deeply entertaining that Seirin has 3 members sharing the same initials. Imagine one day the basketball club cleans up the club room, finds a stray love letter addressed to K.T. and has no idea if it's for Kuroko Tetsuya or Kagami Taiga or Kiyoshi Teppei

158 notes - Posted July 5, 2022

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Thank you all for another great year with KnB 💖

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #lmao @ how 3 of the 5 top posts were posted within the span of 5 days

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I posted 1,978 times in 2022

That's 1,512 more posts than 2021!

156 posts created (8%)

1,822 posts reblogged (92%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@kteague

@guess-my-next-obsession

@heythere-mel

@supernaturalgirl20

@iamskyereads

I tagged 814 of my posts in 2022

#wildemaven fic rec - 277 posts

#javier peña - 133 posts

#frankie morales - 116 posts

#pedro pascal - 82 posts

#marcus pike - 38 posts

#dieter bravo - 36 posts

#wildemaven posts - 35 posts

#dave york - 32 posts

#javier peña vibes - 25 posts

#joel miller - 21 posts

Longest Tag: 104 characters

#i have no excuses except that hes a very pretty boy and i thought he deserved some very pretty underwear

My Top Posts in 2022:

Love At First Flight

I had this random Frankie thought earlier this year and totally forgot about it. Just a little something short and sweet (maybe kinda corny too)

You babysit your nephew a few times a week to help out your sister.

He loves helicopters, so after school you take him to the small airport where you can watch all the planes and helicopters take off and land.

The viewing bench is near where a few regular helicopters are kept— your nephew is always excited to see the same ones each visit.

One of the pilots notices you both there throughout the week and starts to wave after he lands, loving the look of excitement it brings your nephew by the simple gesture.

After about a month of visits and distant waves, the pilot makes his way over to you and your nephew.

You can’t help but notice how handsome he is the closer he gets. Dark brown curls peak out from his worn baseball cap. A dimple you can just barely notice through his adorable patchy beard. His smile literally takes your breath away.

He gives a small little nervous wave once he reaches the fence and says his name is Frankie. Your nephew is ecstatic, having never met a real life pilot before.

Frankie invites you both out on the air field, offering to give your nephew a tour of his helicopter. You completely melt— not only is he strikingly handsome, but also incredibly sweet. Giving your nephew the rundown of what it takes to operate the aircraft, sharing how he use to fly a bigger one when he was in the army.

Visits feel a little more personal now. If he has time he brings you both out to the helicopter letting your nephew live out his dream of being a pilot— he found an extra pair of aviators laying around and gifted them to your nephew, you can’t have the sun in your eyes when your flying.

You bring him a coffee each visit now. He had mentioned the long hours he puts in when he’s on call, he sometimes rarely gets a chance to grab a warm cup for himself. He appreciates it.

Once summer hits, you’re no longer needed to babysit. You’re sad not seeing the little guy regularly.

One afternoon you find yourself sitting on the viewing bench— watching the aircrafts take off and land has brought you a sense of comfort. A small part of you hoping to see the handsome pilot how unknowingly stole your heart all those months ago.

The bench creaks as someone makes themselves comfortable next to you. You turn to catch that charming smile that you think about so often. Frankie offers you a warm cup of coffee, I noticed you were alone today and thought you could use some company.

You both talk for what feels like hours. Catching the golden pinky hues of the sunset dipping below the horizon.

He walks you back to your car where he asks if you would want to grab dinner with him sometime next week. After an exchanging of numbers, he says he’ll call you tomorrow to set up a day and time for your date.

He leaves you with a sweet kiss on the cheek before he heads to his pickup. Your entire drive home you debate whether it’s too soon to text him, confidence edging out your doubts as you pull into your driveway.

Y/N: Thanks for the wonderful night. I couldn’t wait to talk to you tomorrow, seems too far away 😉

Frankie 🚁: I’m glad we’re on the same page. I was thinking next week is too long of a wait to see you again.

Y/N: Maybe we should plan something for this week instead?? My schedule is pretty flexible, especially when there’s a handsome pilot involved.

Frankie 🚁: Handsome huh?? Pretty bold statement coming from someone as stunning as you are. I guess you could say it’s love at first flight

Y/N: Was that a flying pun?!

Frankie 🚁: Yeah… Kind of lame, right??

Y/N: Nah! I’d say it’s a move in the flight direction 🚁

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Javier Peña Fic Recs

One Shots/Drabbles:

When the Worlds at War @pedropascalsx

even in my worst times, you could see the best in me @sunspcar

Parts Left; Parts Gained @pedropascalsx

Manos @maneatercore

One Touch @psychedelic-ink

The Embassy @just-here-for-the-moment

Patience @foli-vora

All Mine @foli-vora

Three Words @ahsokalives

Rendezvous @frannyzooey

Through the Wall Drabble @kteague

Pretty Please @jadore-andor

Poema xiv @redahlia-writes

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Frankie Morales Fic Recs

One Shots/Drabbles

Table Sex @jazzelsaur

Oblivious @guess-my-next-obsession

Telltale Heart @astroboots

Libertas @juletheghoul

Erotic Photos @moralesispunk

Caught Out @foli-vora

Family Friendly @brandyllyn

Just Friends @mellowswriting

Waiting @toomanystoriessolittletime

Leave the Heels On @letterfromvienna

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195 notes - Posted December 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I Wanna Remember

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Rating: M

Content Warning: Allusion to spicy time, language, mostly two idiots in love

A/N: I wrote this last year, right before finding out I was pregnant. So naturally it just sat in my drafts for the past year. It was intended to me more angsty and two parts— but I revised it and went in a different direction with how I originally planned for it to end and I like it better this way. I’m so nervous to put this out into the universe, so please be gentle with me.

Also, thank you thank you to @just-here-for-the-moment for beta reading this for me last year! She’s such a gem!

The title is based off the song I Wanna Remember by NEEDTOBREATHE

You’re late. Sitting in the back of this musty cab, your phone buzzes. It’s probably one of the guys wondering if you’ve left yet. Pulling your phone from your purse you see a text notification from Benny light up your screen.

-You on your way yet??-

-Yeah, I should be there in like 10 minutes. Got a late start but I’ll be there shortly-

You breathe out a heavy sigh, head falling back on the head rest, eyes closing if only for a brief moment. You turn your gaze out the window to see the houses and trees that lined the streets blur together as the car made its way across town, a drive you knew by heart and took regularly, the route to Will’s house. Lost in thought, your brain feeling like it’s going a million miles a minute, going over every detail making sure you weren’t forgetting anything important.

Tomorrow you would be driving across few states to the place you previously called home—California, to the house you grew up in. A place you hadn’t been back to since moving 4 years ago after taking a freelance job on a whim. And now you were making the trek back. Your mom oblivious to the fact you were just wanting to grab the rest of your things at your parent’s home and your storage unit you were tired of paying for, selling off anything too big to bring back. She was never fond of you moving away, especially states away and she still holds resentment towards you for it. But you are a capable adult, who is capable of making your own adult decisions.

Another sigh escapes.

If you hadn’t moved here when you did and by chance stopped into that dive bar across town on your first evening in, where after a few beers you were in a heated match of pool with 4 ex-Special Force members, you probably wouldn’t even be heading to this BBQ at this very moment. Some would call that fate.

The car came to a stop and pulled you from your reflection. Grabbing your things as you exited and thanking the driver, you made your way up the drive way. Will’s home had become a sort of hang-out hub for you all. It was decent in size and had a pool, so it only made sense to migrate to his place on summer nights when bars and fight nights weren’t on the schedule.

You could already hear the music booming from the front as you rounded the side of the house. Benny must have been in charge of the playlist because it was definitely a familiar 90s tune blaring for the entire block to hear, Third Eye Blind if you were to take a guess. Which also meant that Frankie must have lost a bet since he had some unwritten rule about whoever was cooking was choosing the music and since he was always in charge, it was repeatedly his playlist of Queen, Prince, Fleetwood Mac roaring through the speakers. Frankie had dubbed himself the backyard chef too on his own accord, which could have been purely a control thing or it was because there was a point and time when Will burnt an entire package of hotdogs—how that was even possible is still beyond anyone’s comprehension.

You pushed through the side gate to find everyone already in full cookout mode. Table filled with an array of finger foods and coolers overflowing with what looked like favorite beers and waters. You were going to miss this sight while you were away. Your favorite people all together. A rare occurrence with Santi all over the world for his line of work, Will traveling for his speaking engagements and Benny doing his MMA fighting, he was either in the gym or prepping for an upcoming fight. Frankie ran his own business in town so he was always around and up for hanging out even if it was just the two of you eating take out on his couch binge watching some show you’d both seen a hundred times already.

“Look who finally decided to show! We were getting worried that you might have found a better looking group of friends to hang with.” Santi hollered making his way over to you, pulling you in for a hug and grabbing the case of beer you had brought. A better looking group of friends than what was on display before you??- Doubtful!

“You know, I had asked them to hang out, but they were all busy. So here I am with you idiots instead.” Sarcastic banter was what had sold the guys, you could keep up with their remarks without skipping a beat.

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204 notes - Posted June 28, 2022

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