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assassinmidnight · 9 days

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Miss you mum

Reblog or your mom will die in 928 seconds.

I love my mom.

I am risking nothing

I AM SORRY FOLLOWERS, I LOVE MY MOMMY

Will not risk.

sorry followers :(

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assassinmidnight · 5 months

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Warning for spoliers

Not me tearing up at Selena Wolf saying "My loves," when she comes out of the portal, not me, promise.

But like im emotional about it

Also look at this cute outfit i bought for my Twyla, now i need to find some shoes that fit

#monster high g3 #monster high spoilers #twyla boogeyman g3

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assassinmidnight · 6 months

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Monster High G3 rant

THIS IS MY PERSONAL OPINION, YOU DONT HAVE TO AGREE JUST PLEASE DONT BE MEAN ABOUT IT

I recently saw the live action Monster high movie and watch the entire season 1 of the cartoon( thank you @bluebelleisabelle for making it possible) and I've seen a lot of people bashing or disliking the ship between Clawdeen and Deuce. While I get that its canon in the movie that they're dating, and that a lot of people dislike this because it's their personal headcanon that Clawdeen is a lesbian, I don't presonally subscribe to either of those.

I want Deuce and Clawdeen together, not romantically but in a queer-platonic relationship. It'd be nice to get some representation for those kinds of relationships. I want those relationships to be visble in media, specially for Aro and/or Ace kids. Having a main couple be queer platonic would be so cool, and to have them show affection through means that are usually considered romantic when there is no romance there would be refreshing.

It would also be a good way to show that close bonds can be formed between genders without the need for romance. I get that most people will say that "then why can't they just be friends and date(insert name)" mainly because 1. representation of all is important, esspecially with romance. Its seen as a huge thing in life and that its almost needed to be "happy". But some people don't feel that but still want a close, monogamus bond with someone. and 2. I want it because I want to see a queer-platonic relationship on tv that can be shown being just as important and special as a romantic one!

Once again this is my PERSONAL OPINION, you don't have to agree

#monster high #monster high g3 #clawdeen and deuce #clawdeen wolf #clawdeen x deuce #queerplatonic #queer representation

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assassinmidnight · 7 months

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I just got this intese need to ride Javi into the fucking dirt, so here.

Javier Pèna x F!Reader

Warnings: smut, unprotected piv(wrap your warp pipe people)

“There you go hermosa, slowly now, don’t want you to hurt yourself”

Evenings like this were your favourite. Just you and Javi after a long day at work for him and a long day at school for you. When you came home today, Javi was already making dinner, the smell of his pasta reaching your nose the second you opened the door. Normally you’d be home first, cleaning up the little apartment before starting dinner but today your study session had stretched later into the evening.

“No, Javi, baby please” you whimpered, gripping his shoulders and increasing your pace.

You didn’t know what had come over you when you came home, but seeing Javi in the kitchen cooking dinner for you, and then seeing him smile as you complimented it, it made you needy. The fact that he put so much effort into making you food and then that fucking smile that could make a priest sin, it was overwhelming. You’d pushed him onto the couch in the living room and immediately taken off his pants.

“Woha baby, what's come over you?” Javi chuckled, surprised by his girl’s eagerness, when no reply came he helped you out before trying to remove your clothes as well, he didn't get far however as you only had the patience to remove the clothes from your lower body before jumping his bones.

And now here you were, riding him into oblivion. Letting out whines and moans of his name while gripping his shoulders hard enough to leave bruises. Too caught up in your own pleasure, you didn't see his love sick face, how his eyes seemed glazed over with affection as he witnessed your absolute need for him. He was the one who couldn't wait to have you on the bed, undressed and spread out. But here you were, using him for the first time ever, so eager that you didn't even give yourself a chance for foreplay. He was mesmerised, it made him hard, knowing that you could crave him as carnally as he craved you.

“Javi” the shaking in your voice was a tell-tale sign of your oncoming orgasm, so was the tremors in your legs and the fluttering of your walls.

“Gonna come for me cariño?” your lover smirked, enjoying the feel of you pulsing around him. Nodding furiously at him, you put all your weight on one arm to let the other snake down towards your clit. “Let me,” Javi said, using his thumb to draw circles on your clit.

Immediately stiffening up you let out a cry as the pleasure hits you like a train, stars bursting behind your eyes as your lover lets out a groan of your name.

#javier pena x reader #javier peña #pedro pascal #javier pena smut #reader insert

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assassinmidnight · 7 months

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The daily struggle of am I attracted to fit men cause they can manhandle me or because I want be strong enough to manhandle them

#jason todd #hes hot #i want to be muscular #like him

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assassinmidnight · 9 months

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I have written this, did it two days after I posted this............I just lazy, ill get it out soon, promise

Kaz would 100% give Inej a ring that Jesper made, probably in the design of a knife....

I should write this

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assassinmidnight · 11 months

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I’m not asking for much, I just want a boyfriend to watch scooby-doo with and eat a scooby diet while doing it

#scooby doo #a pup named scooby doo #scooby doo mystery incorporated #scooby #scoob and shag #ultra instinct shaggy #i want boyfriend

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assassinmidnight · 1 year

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Kaz would 100% give Inej a ring that Jesper made, probably in the design of a knife....

I should write this

#knife wife #kanej brainrot #six of crows

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assassinmidnight · 1 year

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I watched season 2 of Shadow and Bone after putting it off. BRo I can't with fucking WESPER!!!!! I LOVE THEM!!! And the

"I will have you without your armor, Kaz brekker or I will not have you at all"

You BET I was saying that with her. And when he looked at her for so long and I knew he was thinking

"You inej, I want you"

Anyway I need to go write a fic, just need to decide who to write for??

#shadow and bone #wesper #kanej brainrot #six of crows #knife wife #kazzle dazzle #i need season 3

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assassinmidnight · 1 year

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The TikTok-fication of Tumblr and why it needs to stop before your fave writers are gone for good:

1. “Part 2??”

Unlike TikTok, writing 5,000 words for a fic does not happen in 6 seconds or more. Weekly updates are from a writer who spoils you and is passionate about their story. Don’t kill the passion by demanding for more and not appreciate what’s already given.

2. The DC Conundrum

Many writers on this platform hail back from the ff.net days where dark content is a norm, not like TikTok where even death has to be censored or you could get flagged.

Despite that, writers are doing you a service by sharing fic warnings despite how it may take away from a plot twist or a big reveal. However, there’s a fine line between sharing warnings and downright spoiling our own work. Heed the warnings, don’t be a dick. If you don’t like it, don’t read it. Learn how to filter your own content, too, while you're at it.

3. The Wild Algorithm

Unlike TikTok, Tumblr’s FYP is not in your face and you have a choice to not view it. Content often gets buried a few days after it’s posted without reblogs or comments to keep it alive.

4. Passive Content Consumption

Ties back with point #1. If you’re only sitting back and reading works without supporting the writers, they can’t spend 6 seconds to conjure up a fic. Writing takes time, editing, proofreading. Tumblr is a book club, not a delivery service.

5. De(constructive) Criticism

If an opinion isn’t asked for, don’t give it. Many writers choose this craft for their own enjoyment and to share a thought or story about a beloved character to those who love them, too. If an opinion is asked? Be kind when you share it across to them. No one likes their hard work to be shat on by someone who doesn’t understand the time and effort it took to create this piece.

6. Are You My Content Machine?

Again, back to point #1. Writers have busy lives. There are days when we want to scream into the void about our favourite characters. We want to share our thoughts about them or sometimes, we just want to talk about what happened during lunch break. Demanding and expecting that a writer post content without giving a shit about the soul behind the screen? Dehumanizing.

Don’t ruin the experience for those of us who are still here. Do your part to make fandom better for everyone.

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assassinmidnight · 1 year

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Anytime, cyare

Din finds his riddur overstimulated and he knows exactly what to do.

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Din Djarin x Autistic!Fem!Reader

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Not beta read cause we die like men. I am dyslexic. Sorry for any spelling errors. I'm going off of my own experience everyone is different.

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Din knew his girl well. She was sweet to the child, loved reading heartwarming stories and didn't mind beating someone up. He also knew that this behaviour was not usual for his sweet girl, and it worried him immensely. She had been off since they woke up this morning.

“Morning Adika,”

“Morning,” she’d mumbled back, not turning to him, her eyes fixed on the wall. It was strange, she would usually meet his eyes and smile, or hug him.

His eyes wandered and he saw the stiffness in her body, the almost mechanical way her breathing was. No this was not normal for his sweet girl.

"Have you eaten?"

Now she turned, eyes glassy and hollow. She shook her head, telling him no. He sighed, he knew what was wrong.

The day before

They were walking through a marketplace on some planet in the outer rim. She felt sick, too many people, too much noise, too many smells. Everything was too much, the vendor trying to sell her jewels from Naboo, the crying child across the street who didn't get what he wanted from his mum. Even the smooth feel of Dins armour was painful to touch. She did her best to steady her breathing, she didn't want him to worry.

Now

Din wanted to kick himself, his ad’ika was overstimulated and had gone into a complete shut down. He should've known, she always needed help after a day at the market but he'd been so preoccupied with the bounty and she often manages it herself.

"Ad'ika?" He removed his helmet, she needed to see him. Kneeling in front of her and putting the helmet to his side he met her eyes. Her finger traced his cheek. "Riddur'' she said, her voice weaker than normal. He smiled.

"Do you need some tea, cyare?" Nothing changed, it was like she didn't hear him.

"You need to answer me, sweet girl. I want to help," this time she shook her head. She couldn't speak properly. Din picked her up and carried her to the cockpit.

He was making her tea, having left her in the cockpit with her specially made headphones. It was hard for him to see her like this. So weak and incapable. It wasn't her fault, he knew that but he hated that his sweet girl had to suffer like this.

She took a sip from the tea before staring out the window. It was calm, he knew it would take a bit more before she'd come back to him but there wasn't much else he could do, he did everything she'd said he could do and now he had to let her get back on her own.

SItting down on the cot he couldn't help but think back to the first time it happened.

Flashback

She had been shaking when he found her, on the floor with her knees in her face.

“Y/N?”

She shook her head, “Go away, I’m fine,” her voice cracked. He felt his face fall, she clearly wasn't okay, why didn't she feel comfortable telling him that. “I can see that something is wrong, tell me, please Ad’ika.”

She lifted her head and he saw her eyes. Her pupils were going haywire, expanding and shrinking constantly.

End of flashback

After that he’d made her tell him everything about it. She’d been surprised when he wanted her to stay on the ship.

An hour later he walked up to her and smiled in relief. She looked at him, properly, eyes filled with energy.

"Thank you,” it was just a whisper.

"Anytime cyare."

#din djarin #the mandolarian #mando x reader #star wars #reader insert #din djarin x reader #autistic reader #fluff #mando x y/n

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assassinmidnight · 1 year

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Long time, no see!

N meets up with his long time crush after a few months of them being away.

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N x GN!Reader

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Warning: A few swear words, two people sucking at communication and emotion.

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“N!”

The young trainer turned around, looking across the crowded terminal, eyes searching for a familiar looking ponytail. It had been 3 months since he’d last seen them, they'd asked if he wanted to join but he wanted to give them a chance to see the world without having a man with a criminal record next to them. But now he’d see them again, hopefully he’d be able to convince them to travel again.

He turned around after he felt a poke on his back. “Long time no see,” they’re smile was just as radiant as he remembered. He took them in, the shorts and shirt had been replaced with a patterned dress, which had definitely been bought in Alola, the place they were coming back from, still the vest had stayed.

Gripping his arm they started walking, telling him everything they'd done in the past months, listening to them talking about it all, the beautiful architecture of Kalos and the lovely food they tasted in Alola. The historical monuments they researched in Hoenn and Johto, the strange people that were scattered around the world, telling them stories of old.

“Alola was definitely the best place to end my journey but my favourite place to visit was Sinnoh. I met with Cynthia again and she told me about some new finds they’d made in the past year, all from finding a grave. It was on the top of mount coronet hidden away behind a secret door, it had no name but all around it, it was amazing- N am I boring you?”

He shook his head, “No its just nice to see you again and hearing you talk about your adventures, did she let you see the grave?” he smiled and took a big sip from his coffee. They were seated at a coffee shop close to the terminal.

“Yes, it was amazing. The walls around it had writings etched into them, Cynthia is trying to decipher them right now, she managed to decipher what the words on the grave said but the name had withered away. “The Hero who fell from the sky” that's what it says. The ground around it had flowers blooming, despite it being hidden away from the light and the high altitude of its placement. There were some drawings too, a trainer, we assume its the hero, playing a flute and Arceus looking down on them.” They let out a big sigh, seemingly lost in the memories of it all. “Now what have you been doing N?” They smiled, looking expectantly at him. He felt blood rush up his cheeks, “I haven't done much, I’ve mostly been trying to get used to living like normal people, I got a small house in Anville Town and I’m still trying to find a job that suits me, right now I just do what people need from me. Helped Cheren by being a substitute teacher at the school a few weeks ago, he said that I did well,” he had avoided their eyes but when he met them they were just as sweet as always, glittering with awe.

“It sounds like you’ve done a lot, N. Could I come and see your house?” The look in their eyes, if N was correct, was complete and utter amazement and admiration. “Of course,” he smiled.

}Fancy time skip{

The trip to Anville Town went by smoothly despite the huge luggage Y/N had to carry everywhere. They didn’t mind it though, any time with N was a blessing, even if it was when they had to fight his adoptive father.

His house was small, only two rooms, the living room/kitchen and his bedroom. The decor however, is what made it truly N’s. The walls were covered in bookshelves and if there wasn't a bookshelf there was a small Pokemon bed with a toy in it, they looked handmade. His room only had one bed, his own but it was clear that Zourua was sleeping there too, the walls of his room had pictures and frames.

“Oh those are the postcards I sent you,” Y/N looked up at a wall close by the window in his room. It was postcards they’d sent him, most of them had a picture of themselves with something behind them. The Sinnoh one had a temple behind it, the Kanto one had them next to professor Oak and the Kalos one had the Lumiose city tower. Y/N’s smile dropped however when they looked at the postcard from Johto, it was the only one that wasn't a picture of them, it had been bought from a store in Ecruteak City, they hadn't thought about it when they bought it but looking at it now. It was a picture of the Ecruteak City theatre with the Kimono girls in front. It left a strange feeling in their belly, the thought that N had seen these girls, did he compare them to those dancers? Did he think they weren’t as pretty and elegant as the kimono girls?

“You miss Johto?” N’s question brought them back from their spiralling mind, it doesn't matter what N thinks of those dancers, because N would never consider them in that light.

“A little bit, the weather there was very nice and so were the people. I met someone I think you’d get along with, he’s also a loner,” they laughed, only slightly catching the muscles in his jaw tense. “His name is Silver, he used to be a bad person, especially towards his Pokemon but he changed,” Y/N looked over to N, who seemed irritated by the mention of a trainer who used to be bad to his Pokemon.

The two remained in silence, having moved back to the living room for more comfortable seating, until Y/N Xtransceiver rang. “Hi!! Y/N I heard you just came back, we need to meet up ASAP, how about tomorrow? I need to finish this paper for the Professor tonight, we can go to that little bar in Castelia, the one with the guitarist. Oh I gotta go now, see you tomorrow.” Bianca's voice rang out before the click that signalled hanging up came.

“Still the same Bianca,” they smiled. Looking over at N, who’d been watching them, noticing their attention he questioned “Are you meeting up with Cheren as well?” “No? I don’t think so, unless Bianca is planning a reunion. It would be nice to see him though, I got them both souvenirs- damn I forgot to give you yours.” They scrambled towards their suitcase, but they didn't open it, rather they opened their hand luggage. “I didn’t want it to get damaged,” they handed him a warped object, unwrapping it he saw what it was, a Zourua statue. It was made from wood and hadn’t been painted, “The seller said it would make a great gift for someone that you really care about,” blood rushed up their cheeks.

“I love it.”

#pokemon n x reader #natural harmonia gropius #n harmonia #pokemon #pokemon black and white #reader insert #gender nuetral reader #fluff

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assassinmidnight · 2 years

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