#Be My Guest

[spectrum-spectre]

my brain is fucking Vibrating rn

YET ANOTHER STEDDIE AU IDEA!!!!!!!

There's this tv show called Chuck, right? Awkward nerdy dude (Eddie) working at an off-brand Best Buy with his even lamer, nerdier best friend (let's say Dustin). Eddie accidentally gets a super computer installed into his brain and suddenly knows a bunch of top secret government information (and is now the only person on the planet with access to said info, making him a liability asset). Super cool and drop-dead gorgeous CIA agent Steve Harrington is tasked with working alongside gruff, seasoned war veteran/FBI agent Jim Hopper to protect the asset.

#still haven't worked out who Robin could be #i just knew that I couldn't make her be morgan bc that would be an insult to Robin #which is why Steve is not assigned to be chuck #and also because Eddie does not have a single cool bone in his body #like I'm sorry but that boy is So goofy. he could never be a secret agent. #steddie au #chuck nbc #chuck au #chuck tv show #also Hopper would be PERFECT as Casey. #especially since he has a [SPOILER] #but yeah uhhh #if anyone wants to write this #be my guest #*GASP* #BIG MIKE COULD BE BOB #no upside down au #modern(ish) au #oh and also! in the first episode steve dresses up like a ninja!! so he finally gets to live out that dream!!!

[arcadialedger]

I just think if Keefe and Fitz ever make up they deserve to perform “The Boys Are Back” from HSM 3.

#keeper of the lost cities #kotlc #if any kotlc fanartists want to draw this #be my guest #🤣 #keefe sencen #fitz vacker #shannon messenger #the arcadia ledger

[mslanna]

warning to all my raphael enjoyers/writers: if you plan a fic where he conquers all nine hells, you may have to put thought into how he conquers all nine hells

cannot recommend

#bg3 raphael #mel writes fanfic #be my guest #should have seen that coming #hello wikis my best friends #what do your MEAN hell numer nine is ruled by asmodeus?!?! #watch me ignore 98% of dnd canon in one fell/swell swoop

[grecobear]

#hairy butt #beefy ass #jockstrap butt #spread ‘em wide #bear bum #furry heaven #ass pillow #slap my ass #squeeze those buns #be my guest #dive in

[iifishizzleii]

Yea, but what if most of us are „small and soft“?

CONGRATS🥳🎉🎉👏🏽 then u are exactly what the writers had in mind!!

and that means that the whole issue of fics having no other representation than ‘im soft and delicate and i never shit😚💞🥺’ DOES NOT APPLY TO YOU.

#GOODBYEEE #i highly DOUBT that ‘most’ of us r ‘small and soft’ #not only is that such a gross generalization #but it’s also really fucking lame and two dimensional #but hey! if that’s how you want everyone to be depicted as #be my guest #call of duty #simon ghost riley #cod #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #price cod #captain john price #johnny soap mactavish #call of duty gaz #gaz cod #cod soap #ghost cod #asks and answers

[theladyghost]

Silly Sokkla idea

Years after the series, Azula got back to live in the palace, but her relationship with the gaang is still rocky. She and Sokka develop feelings for each other and keep it a secret from everyone, mainly because Zuko and Katara would freak out if they knew. Eventually, there’s an attack on the palace lead by one of the groups that oppose Zuko’s ruling and Azula is hurt. Cue to the following exchange with the royal physician:

Zuko: So, how is my sister?

The Physician: The princess is a very lucky woman indeed. Her recovery shall be quick, if only she abstains from training for a while. I’m sure you’ll be happy to know that no harm came to the child.

Zuko, Katara, Aang, Toph, Suki, Mai and Ty Lee: THE CHILD????

Sokka: The child????

Azula: The child????

The Physician: What…? You didn’t know the princess is pregnant?

Azula: I certainly didn’t.

Zuko (bewildered): When…? Who…?

Sokka and Azula look at each other in panic.

#sokkla #azula #sokka #atla #sokka x azula #the gaang #secret relationship #unplanned pregnancy #if someone is interested in developing this idea #be my guest

[teecupangel]

Oh jeez. Saw the far cry 6 ask, and what if Desmond was in far cry 4? Would he just be a seemingly random guy hanging with Yogi and Reggie (and tripping/seeing nirvana/isu)? Or would he be trying to live a peaceful life as a llama(??chickens?) rancher in the mountains and no one else seems to be willing to let him? Does he listen to the radio and go WTF???

The Desmond in Far Cry 6 ask for those interested.

Sooooo… I did think about Desmond becoming a rancher in the mountains and just chilling with his llamas (named Altaïr, Ezio and Ratonhnhaké:ton, one of them is a female llama XD) but then I remembered that Pagan Min is voiced by Troy Baker and, whenever Troy Baker and Nolan North are in a game together, it’s tradition for the characters they voice to have some kind of connection to one another.

This means, as someone voiced by Nolan North, Desmond is gonna have to be caught up with Pagan Min one way or another.

He could just be someone who had been raising llamas at the outskirt of Kyrat, living a peaceful life…

Until two men high up their ass decided to try and catch his llamas because they believe the llamas are pegasi that will fly them out of Kyrat even without their passport.

Desmond finds them amusing because, even in their high state, they said one of the llamas told them they can’t fly them because they don’t have passports.

One of them even threatened to kick them to death.

Desmond was betting the violent one was their high version of Altaïr. That llama fought off a goddamn bear long enough for Desmond to get there with his hunting rifle, after all.

So Yogi and Reggie starts visiting Desmond, first to apologize for trying to steal his llama and helping fix the fence they kinda tripped over and destroyed during the ‘chase’ (it was more like the llama chasing them though, their screams were what woke Desmond up after all) and, after fixing the fence, they sometimes go there to just chill and talk to Desmond while eating Desmond’s homemade meals.

Desmond is actually in Kyrat because he’s now officially retired.

He knows there’s a dictator, of course, but he also knows that the Assassins have sent someone to take care of it and Kyrat’s current political ‘standing’ makes it impossible for Abstergo to even get a foot inside.

Of course, people in Kyrat don’t trust Desmond a bit but he just stays in his small farm with his llamas, growing his own food and living a peaceful life.

… until Yogi and Reggie brought a delirious man in his farm, claiming him to be an important guest but… uuhhh… well… they may have given the man an experimental batch of their drug instead of the usual stuff and now they don’t know what’s going to happen to him and they just need Desmond to look after him while they get medicine or something, make sure he doesn’t choke on his own vomit or bite his tongue off, pleeeassee.

Desmond does this because they look really scared of the man dying and then, the following day, Reggie and Yogi returns…

With Pagan Min.

Because apparently…

The man they left with Desmond? The man’s name is Ajay.

And Pagan Min would like to personally thank Desmond for taking care of him.

When Ajay wakes up, he’s in one of the more secured buildings Pagan Min owns with a man named Desmond who has been kidnapped as well.

And he’s planning on escaping because because he’s worried about his llamas.

Ajay is there for the ride but, unfortunately…

Pagan Min does know who Desmond Miles is.

To be more exact…

The Assassin that the Brotherhood sent over?

He’s been turned to one of Pagan’s most loyal followers.

Paul Harmon.

And he’s been quite honest about who Desmond Miles is.

The only reason why Desmond was able to live a peaceful life in Kyrat is because Pagan Min didn’t care about him.

But now…

He was an honored guest who helped Ajay survive what could have been a bad case of hallucinations (not really, the worst Ajay did was mistake Desmond as his late mother) and help Pagan Min ‘rescue’ Ajay.

And the building they’re in?

It’s been modified to keep an Assassin not ‘wanting to leave’.

Cue Ajay and Desmond trying to escape this building…

All the while Pagan Min is trying to ‘bond’ with both of them.

#if you want this to be ajay x desmond or pagan x desmond #or just desmond teaching ajay how to be an assassin #be my guest #i will say i have a soft spot for pagan min #because he’s voiced by troy baker #oh he’s an absolute baddie #but he’s still a fun character to watch XD #you know what would be funny? #if the plot twist is they were rescued #by desmond's llamas #who turned out to be the reincarnation of his ancestors XD #assassin's creed #desmond miles #pagan min #ask and answer #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed #fic idea: far cry #fic idea: crossover

[anadiilua]

DNF soulmate au in which after you see you soulmate's eyes they are able to sense all your emotions. This is supposed to happen after the first time soulmates meet each other, but the internet has brought a few new challenges to the process...

George hates soulmates. He has one, which is supposed to be a good thing. The problem is that he is a famous streamer. Anyone who ever watched him could be his soulmate. How was he supposed to find who they are? And to make things even worse, his soulmate is clearly in love already. He can feel the love and adoration shimmering right below his own emotions and it's as heartbreaking as it is infuriating.

And George knows his soulmate is not in love with him because he can feel their infatuation even when he's not streaming. There's also longing and a deep sadness coming from their soul bond, and it makes George wonder if his soulmate is unrequitedly pining for someone.

Just like George is right now. Pining hopelessly over his best friend, Dream. Dream still refuses to let anyone see his face before George gets to America and sometimes George wishes he had done the same, just so he doesn't have to feel his apparently ideal person being in love with someone else all the time.

Oh, and Dream? He's a hopeless romantic that believes in the power of soulmates but he doesn't believe he has one. Or at least, he hopes he doesn't.

He's in love with George already and having a soulmate feels like cheating on his feeling. Specially since George told him he didn't feel anyone, which meant he wasn't Dream's soulmate, because Dream had definitely seen George's eyes. Stared at them far too much for the connection not to have taken root.

So he refuses to show his face to anyone else, even George, until he absolutely had to. If George didn't see his eyes, he could still pretend there could be something there. He could still hope.

#dnf #dreamnotfound #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #dnf fic #dnf fanfic #if anyone wants to use this as a prompt to write a whole fanfic #be my guest #DNF prompt

[stardustizuku]

I do not spend hours upon hours reading and re reading Ascendance of a bookworm to be disrespected like this

Have fun ruining someone else’s time

#loli speaks #if u wanna self sabotage yourself enough that you’ll annoy the ppl in a very small fandom #be my guest

[trilliastra]

oh 100% ray is totally messed up but while I want him put in his place a little by sand, I don't hate him. I want him to do better and be better and start deserving sand. unlike boston/top where I just want to see them get what they deserve. I do feel like cheum sucks a little given how she's acting about ray but well

you know, i've seen other people talking about cheum as well and i don't get it? i felt like she's seeing every one around her fall apart and she's trying to keep it together. she's obviously still hurt about ray airing her dirty laudry in front of everyone and her girlfriend and she thinks that if he didn't drink as much, or used as much drugs, he could be better - which, she isn't wrong?

i mean, yay choices, get drunk, live your live, make mistakes, whatever, but as a friend? when you see this and does nothing? especially when ray kind of is hurting mew as well? that would be worse, imo.

#queenhippolyta #ask #ofts #only friends the series #if anyone wants to contribute to the cheum discussion with another opinion #be my guest #i just dont get it i guess

[awakefor48hours]

This is how I imagine you guys looking at my onslaught of posts

#if any of you who don't watch invincible #want to take a guess at what this means #be my guest

[hellyescharlesedwards]

2 minutes 35 seconds of Charles Edwards as Jack Weatherill in This House (2013) at the National Theatre.

#charles edwards #this house #national theatre #sass supreme in a savile row suit #this is also Spoiler Free #so if u wanna check the play out #be my guest

[mslanna]

Diabolus Interruptus

Chapter 9 of Be My Guest now up on AO3

In which Haarlep has the time of their life, Tav gets a hug, and Raphael goes to war despite rather fucking the living daylights outta his mousling. Also, everybody pretends with me that time is wibbly wobbly.

"You look tired, my dear." Raphael observes as he passes Tav by in the Feast Hall.

Unable to fall asleep again, Tav took refuge in the big room that is usually frequented by many people. Being alone doesn't feel safe right now. Tav cannot be trusted around their own body. They don't look up and shake their head in the hope it will suffice. After all the big battle has to be soon.

Tav wonders if that is a reason Raphael choose Haarlep in their shape. An uncertain future looming ahead, one last chance, if everything failed, to have his way. What would they do if it was possibly their last day alive? Fuck Raphael? It wasn't out of the question.

"Is something bothering you?" Raphael stops by undeterred by his guest's feeble attempt to lose him.

"Can’t sleep," Tav mumbles. Maybe digging their own grave is a decent way out of this.

"It's an important day," Raphael replies. "It is only normal that sleep is an elusive thing. You will find your way to deal with it. We all do."

"I bet," Tav snorts under their breath. When the devil leans down for an explanation, they rest their hands on their folded arms. They can't even accuse him of breaking deal. All Raphael promised was that Tav's shape was off limits for visitors.

"I cannot hear whatever you mumble into your arms," Raphael says his voice heavy with disapproval.

"It's not for you ears." Tav raises their head to face him. "Maybe I'll talk to Haarlep."

An immaculate brow rises. "Finally giving in to your more base desires?" There is hope and greed in his tone.

"Talk, Raphael. A concept you should understand just fine because you like talking a lot." Tav snaps. "Maybe because you like to hear yourself talk too much."

"Oh, somebody hasn't slept well at all," he tuts. "No matter. I said Haarlep stands at your disposal and I am curious to see if talking will work out for you this time." He laughs to himself as he leaves to prepare for battle. Orders need issuing and the generals are leaving one by one.

Tav drops their head back to their arms. They definitely intend to talk only. But Haarlep is an incubus. Who knew what would happen in the end. Nothing. Tav straightens. If they can feel what Raphael does to Haarlep in their shape, it definitely works the other way round as well. The last thing they need is for the devil to be distracted by them riding Haarlep into oblivion and mess up his war.

Their cheeks burn at the thought. It would be sweet, petty revenge. It could also be their doom.

When Tav arrives in the boudoir, Haarlep ushers them through and plants an absent kiss on their head. "The generals started leaving and some need last minute ministrations. The prospect of violence makes them all so horny."

Since a musical number is difficult to get in with all those unpredictable interruptions, Haarlep ropes Tav into finally playing Lanceboard in earnest. While not as fun as singing and being hard on the braincells, it can easily be interrupted.

The board is put up on the left balcony and Haarlep ensures the curtain to close it off is soundproof as well.

"Think about it as a grace period until your next move." Haarlep winks before closing the curtain behind them. Tav stares at the board and wishes all the general to the hells. Unfortunately, that's where they already are. And it's not as if the extra time to think ever helps.

"Still your move?" the incubus teases when they return.

"What does it matter? I always lose anyway." Tav sighs and puts their head in their hands.

"You look decidedly unhappy," Haarlep observes. "How about a nap? The armies moved out. I think a hug will do you good."

Tav regards the red figure on the other side of the table. After getting the idea of hugs and cuddles, the incubus took to both rather well. If it was for personal reasons or because those did indeed lift Tav's mood considerably was open for debate. They were a stout ally to the paladin in this house and regardless of their motives, Tav was grateful. The House of Hope is a lonely place for a mortal soul with nowhere to go.

"Maybe you're right," they sigh. "You sure nobody will come barraging in for a last minute fuck?"

"Oh, they already have." Haarlep stands and offers a hand. "Trust me, by now I know who needs last minute relief unless they start strategising with their cock or cunt."

"And here I was thinking fiends are above such things." Tav takes the offered hand. It is soft as if Haarlep hasn't worked a day in their life when nothing could be further from the truth.

"Oh, you are so cute when you're utterly naive." The incubus guides Tav into the boudoir. The huge bed stands pristine as ever, as if nobody ever used it. Also something that couldn't be further from the truth. They kick the footstool back into place so the human has an easier time climbing the towering bed.

With a last glance at the open curtains to the pool, Tav slips out of their shirt and pants. For a moment the moving fabric whisper a cool breeze over their skin, then the warm air of the house engulfs them once more. They join Haarlep who already lies on the silken sheets, arms wide to pull Tav into a tight embrace.

It feels strange to rest in the incubus' arms, face secured against their throat, one arm slung lazily across the broad chest. Tav feels the leather harness press dents into their skin, the wing covering them almost like a blanket. They wrap one leg around Haarlep's and close their eyes. The arm around their shoulders holds them close, a warm shield against the world.

They wake abruptly, when Raphael's voice thunders through the room. Tav clings to Haarlep, eyes closed and evening out their breath. They hope the devil doesn't notice they woke. He doesn't sound happy at all with what he found.

"Did you know," Haarlep asks smugly, running one hand down Tav's back, "that mortals need non-sexual touch to stay healthy? A surprise, no doubt."

"And I am to believe that?" Raphael's voice is tense.

"My, my. You offered all of me up to our house guest," the incubus mocks. "Why so worried when they only claim a part?"

"I worry more about what you are making of those claims." Raphael's eyes rake over the mortal snug against Haarlep's side. Tav does wear pants, so the incubus may just be telling the truth. Another thought snaps into his mind: ever since his form was off the menu as well except for the little house guest, he has not felt a touch of arousal.

His jaw clenches. What had been a great idea to keep tabs on Tav, had turned into a nagging tool of defeat. However much time Tav spent with Haarlep, not once were they tempted to sleep with them. Raphael takes in his copy and grinds his teeth. Haarlep is as perfect as they came. It is an insult. One Tav doesn't even know they uphold every day.

When he concentrates, he can feel the soft arm slack across his chest, though; the cool body pressed against Haarlep's side, face cradled against their neck. It's little more than a hint of an impression, easy to miss. Raphael narrows his eyes, pushing away the question of how often he may have missed that.

"And that works?" The devil's tone is hard and dubious.

"Like a charm," Haarlep assures him.

Tav pretends to be asleep with their whole soul. The last thing they want is to get roped into this argument. The mattress shifts as Raphael climbs onto the bed and a tense moment later, Tav feels his weight settle against their back.

Their first thought after a stunned ‘oh’ is that Raphael sure came for something else if his bare chest is anything to go by. Tav clenches their eyes shut when a curious part of their mind wonders how naked the devil is. Unthinking they arch against his chest, a low moan dropping into Haarlep.

"They like that," the incubus coos, their hand moving from Tav's back to that to the devil resting over them.

Raphael doesn't reply and silence falls. "They are not sleeping though, are they," he finally growls.

"I think they are worried about you," Haarlep agrees. "After all, you might do anything."

The devil rumbles an unintelligible answer. The tension stays, though Tav tries to relax and enjoy the touch of the devil's actual skin against theirs. It is warm as Haarlep's, a little less smooth and claiming in a way the incubus is not.

"Maybe I let the two of you work this one out," Haarlep says into Tav's thoughts. The incubus slips out under them and leaves the devil and mortal behind. The silken sheets under Tav's belly are warm from their heat and do not notice the fire from Tav's face being added.

"So tell me," Raphael's words burn against Tav's ear. "Does this make you healthy? Happy?" He adds with a suggestive growl.

Tav thinks their situation through. On the one hand, Raphael sounds less than pleased about it. On the other hand he is still flattening them into the sheets with no sign of moving - war or no war. His skin is hot, ridges pressing into Tav's soft flesh. They could just enjoy the fleeting moment before the devil slips through their fingers again.

Or.

Bracing themself, Tav squirms under Raphael's weight until they are on their back. The devil rises a little to allow their movement, a brow raised inquiringly.

Tav looks up at the familiar face, its proximity causing a wad of yearning in their stomach. The black-hole eyes seem darker than usual, the golden coronas of fire all the brighter for it. His lips are pulled into a tight line and a single strand of hair trespasses from his temple down the side of his face. Tav knows they stare a devil in the face, even if the red skin and wicked curved horns hadn't given it away. And the devil stares back, waiting, ready to pounce.

Tav's pulse quickens and their heart longs to beat out of their chest. It takes concentration to breathe. The smart thing, Tav's brain screams, the smart thing is to hold very still and hope this too passes.

But being smart isn't something Tav is accused of often. They reach up and cup Raphael's face with both hands. The rugged skin smoulders into their palms as they gently tug. When there is no reaction, Tav arches up into a gentle kiss.

The world stills and for a moment and hell freezes over. Then Raphael returns the kiss, pressing Tav back onto the pillow with unbridled desire.

His taste runs down their throat like whisky, burning a path that skirts the stomach in favour of lower regions. Tav moans into the shared hunger, a noise the devil breaks apart between his teeth, sending his tongue deep into Tav's waiting mouth.

He drops the weight of his whole body on Tav who pulls him close. Their hands wander up to the devils horns, gripping them tight as he ravages their mouth. Hunger morphs into need and they gasp for air when their lips part for a broken moment. Tav buries their hands in his hair, letting its silken texture caress their fingers.

Raphael's weight seems to increase as he spreads his wings in a display of power. Tav yields, opening their legs so the devil rests against their damp crotch. Sharp teeth bite down in retaliation, leaving a trail of wet, red marks down Tav's throat. They feel him hard and ready. It is fast, a rush to get to the finish line, but this may be the only chance they get. Tav leans into it.

"Master, your armies. They are waiting." Haarlep's voice has never been this prim and precise as it cuts through the heated air of the boudoir. It works like a perfect insult.

Raphael pulls back, looking down at the flushed face of Tav. Their eyes are dilated with want, lips wet and bruised, forming a small round opening of desire. Small moans drip from it as the human stretches up against the devil. For a moment, Raphael indulges, plunges his thumb into the waiting mouth and relishes in the tongue caressing it immediately.

Tav sucks on the offered finger, settling into the helpless frustration. Almost. Cock-blocked by an infernal war. They let their tongue linger for a moment, teasing the sharp claw against it almost deep enough to draw blood.

"The war won't wait," Tav gets out, every word breezy with want. "I will be right here."

Annoyance is written all over Raphael's face. He leans down into a last angry kiss, teeth raking over Tav's mouth. "You better be."

Cold floods Tav's skin when the devil rises. A snap of his fingers summon his battle armour and whatever moment they had is swallowed by the war machine. Tav remains alone on the bed, face and pussy wet and wanting. With a groan they drop back against the pillow and throw an arm over their eyes.

"You're doing amazing, dear," Haarlep calls over. After seeing off their master, the incubus returns to Tav's side. Red skin, warm and smooth, snuggles up against Tav and a strong arm curls around their shoulders pulling them back against Haarlep's chest. "Let's just hope he doesn't bungle the battle thinking with his bulge now."

Tav buries their face in the crook of Haarlep's neck with a groan.

"There, there." The incubus pats their back. "You sleep now. That's what you came here for after all, is it not." They rub Tav's back and add "sweet dreams" with more innuendo than should fit into two words.

#bg3 #bg3 raphael #raphael bg3 #raphael x tav #bg3 fanfiction #be my guest #chapter 9 #mel writes fanfic #sleazy second-hand car dealer

[evilhorse]

Since you obviously want to see Captain America in action—be my guess!!

(Captain America #218)

#captain america #steve rogers #shield #throw #be my guest #don glut #sal buscema #marvel comics #comics #70s comics #bronze age comics

[thenotoriousscuttlecliff]

Never listen to anyone who tell you to skip specific Doctors. They're just trying to slyly push their favourites on you. Watch whichever ones you think you'll enjoy and make your own judgements.

#doctor who #dw #wanna start with 7? #do it #wanna skip 9 #go right ahead #wanna avoid 10 and go right to 11? #be my guest #want to skip all the boys and start with 13? #not gonna stop ya #one of the great things about this show is that you can just jump into to any era and go with the flow

[thatonetvheadapple]

I can't write but damn can yall imagine having your first kiss with Grell?? Soft lips against yours, her sharp teeth pricking your bottom lip to tease you, your both holding each other so tightly that one of you might pop??? Amazing

#cant write right now #but if anyone wants to steal this and make a fic out of it #be my guest #absolutely obsessed with this woman right now #and i just wanna kiss herrrr #grell sutcliff #black butler grell #black butler #grelle x reader #grell x reader #grelle sutcliff