#INKLING ARE SO FUCKING CUTE LIKE WHAT THE HELL

[sensitive-neuvi-enthusiast]

No Nut November; How long are they lasting?

Self explanatory. How long are these horny ass men lasting in No Nut November (sure as hell longer than me, heh)

Content: Sexual themes. MDNI. Fem!reader. Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Choso, Toji. Not proofread.

Gojo

A Day. I'm giving this man at least a day, mostly because he'd be so stubborn about it. He wants so badly to prove to you that he can do it. Could even beat you in the challenge. You didn't even really make it a challenge, you simply mentioned it and he took off with it. But you had to admit, it was pretty funny to watch him try. Gojo is touchy by nature so he's always grabbing your waist, your ass, your tits. Everything. So ultimately, he ends up teasing himself so much that he fails the next morning. Which means, you fail too.

Getou

A week or two. He has more self restraint than our white haired man above. And unlike Gojo, he wasn't necessarily too interested in it until you mentioned it. And how you really wanted to try it, just to see what happens. He humored you and didn't touch you (sexually) for a whole week (or more.) In the end, you were the one who couldn't stand it. Which is how he found you, naked on your shared bed, knuckle deep in your pussy moaning for him to just fuck you. He lost then.

Nanami

Three days. Don't ask me why it's so specific, it just feels like he could last for a little. Again, he'd humor you when you talked about the challenge. But you didn't make it easy. Wearing those skirts you knew he liked, resting your hand on his inner thigh when you'd cuddle. Accidentally bumping your ass against his crotch when you moved passed to get food from the fridge. Three days of this and he lost his patience, bending you directly over that counter you so shamelessly pressed yourself against.

Chosou

Hour. Oh honey, I don't see him lasting more than an hour. In fact, he even asked you about it. Having heard some others talk and he wanted to try it. You already had an inkling that he wouldn't last long, especially since he brought this up while you were getting ready to go for bed. Dressed in your cute little night clothes as you slipped into bed, your ass pressed against his front as you made him wrap his arms around you. He laid there for all of 45 minutes, dick already straining against his pants before he softly whimpered by your ear. Begging you to let him touch you, to make him cum. Of course you agreed, you never really agreed much about the challenge anyway.

Toji

Whole Time/None. I feel like he could go either way. Either lasting the entirety of the month or simply pulling you to bed, fucking you as soon as you asked about the challenge. Toji really isn't one to ignore his desires, unless, he gets to watch you squirm from it. If the mere thought of his big dick, hard in his pants, leaking but he makes no moves to touch it gets you all horny and excited? He'd last all month. But best believe when the months over, he's pumping all your holes full of his cum. And if he decides to say "fuck the game/challenge," he'll just fuck you right then and there.

A/N: What a naughty post for a challenge such as this. I lost already anyways♡

#jjk #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru smut #suguru geto smut #gojo smut #geto smut #nanami smut #choso smut #toji smut #gojo x reader #geto x reader #nanami x reader #kamo choso x reader #toji x reader #gojo headcanons #geto headcanons #nanami headcanons #choso headcanons #toji headcanons #°•brainrot•° #no nut november

[oops-all-concrete]

Hello lovelies, 💘HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!💘

I'm back with more BG3 headcanons! Today's prompt is;

💕Modern AU; Ways the BG3 (romanced) companions are idyllicly sweet with Tav!💕

No spoilers! Tags are; A whole heckin lot of fluff and cuteness!

Lae'zel -

You have to be careful with what you say around Lae'zel. Made a minor comment 3 months ago that you wanted to revisit somewhere in the Sword Coast? Get packing, you guys are all booked to go. Asked Lae'zel to get you candy on the way home? She has 3 full bags. Say that comment her folks made last time you visited made you uncomfortable- you have a paragraph text apology from all of them the next day. She's not just someone who wants to spoil Tav, she fucking will. (If Tav manages to talk her out of going nuts with the pampering, she's surprisingly sentimental. You bet she keeps a rock in her pocket that reminds her of Tav)

Shadowheart -

She is so excited to post you. She doesn't like social media and tends to keep to herself, but after watching Tav post pictures of them both, she wanted to do the same. The minute she gets even the smallest romantic gesture, she's scrapbooking, she has a wall of Polaroids joined by a horde of hand made sketches, she's putting together little snack baskets and mailing them to Tav, she's about as obviously head over heels as a person can be, really. She's always got a camera aimed at Tav, even if they're just for her. (A good 90% are just for her eyes)

Wyll -

This man never plays games/gets online with both sides of the headphones in. It doesn't matter if the game is online, offline, urgent, time sensitive, dependent on his concentration- if Tav so much as makes a peep, he's out of his seat and across the room. Hells, he takes every chance he gets to go give Tav some attention. In the drift of leaving the waking world, Tav will definitely hear a little "One minute, Tav needs me" despite them not asking. Some footsteps. And then moments later, the warmth of the duvet being tucked all over their body and a gentle kiss to the cheek. Whispered "I love you"s and then a quiet. "I'm going to hop off for a few hours." So you can have some quiet.

Karlach -

She's one of those people that really makes you realise you have good taste in other people. Like, you can't think of a time you went on a walk and she didn't pick up some trash, help an elderly person across the street, immediately offer her seat to a pregnant woman. No matter how prideful Tav might be or not, there's a pride in the admiring looks other people give her. Little girls pass in the street and say "mum, I want to be like her when I grow up!" Everything she does makes Tav proud to be with her, yet somehow Tav is always the one under a spotlight to her. "Oh, me and my partner-" this. "Oh, my partner-" that. "I'm so proud of my Tav. Ugh, I am so lucky" she insists at every turn.

Gale -

He's a night owl, much to Tara's dismay. Wether that's because he can't sleep, he likes being awake in the dark hours or- his brain won't stop nattering at him for a gods damned minute, but either way. He's probably working, quietly cleaning, organising Tavs things so they don't have to worry. In quiet moments, between possibly making them breakfast because of course he's up that early- he's just kissing Tav on the forehead, gently, trying not to wake them. He needs them to sleep but there is not a moment in his day where he doesn't think: "Does Tav know I love them? Can I remind them once more? Even if its just for my peace of mind?" Because he will not rest if he has an inkling his live for Tav isn't at the forefront of their mind.

Astarion -

If you even suggest to this man that you should do matching outfits, he's excited. He always wants to take the wheel, but also wants Tav to have a foot in the idea. He will give ideas left and right, opinions up and down. He doesn't care if it's a date or not, cringe solstice photos, or just gym clothes, he's all for it. If you guys didn't have matching pyjamas already, you have them now, congrats. (If he's still a bloodsucker, he'll definitely still go out of his way to learn how to cook for Tav. Tokyo Ghoul rules though, so Tav gets to taste test a lot. Only the best for his little capri-sun) Overall he's just unashamed and excited to be with someone who very obviously wants to be his, visibly as possible.

(Bonus Halsin!)

Halsin -

This man lives for shared activity. He's quite alright on his own and can allow Tav their space, but going to get massages, haircuts/styles, wine tasting is his total vibe. Just relaxed gatherings together. Nobody lives a spa day like this man. It allows a level of intimacy that nature intends. Cleansing. Careful. Close. He will learn how to do Tavs hair and makeup if asked. Will take pleasure in being able to undress them and put them to bed at the end of a long day. Go on hikes and camping trips, walks through the woods, carving names into rocks and bringing back souvenirs to press into a book that's only getting thicker.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #astarion #bg3 headcanons #wyll ravengard #gale dekarios #lae'zel #astarion headcanons #gale headcanons #wyll headcanons #karlach headcanon #karlach bg3 #astarion x tav #karlach x tav #lae'zel headcanons #lae'zel bg3 #shadowheart headcanons #shadowheart #shadowheart x tav #wyll x tav #halsin headcanons #bg3 halsin #halsin x tav #gale x tav #fluff #valentines day

[eldritch-spouse]

(I'm so sorry for this wall of text Pinnie 人(_ _*). I just become a vicious little creature when someone challenges my pride or authority. It's probably the god complex. And I'm kinda curious about how Pinter would react to someone who fights back tooth and nail even when the odds are stacked against them, I'm the type of person who will sooner spit in the face of my captor and start laughing like a maniac before I give them the satisfaction of my submission)

"So, of course, you have to swallow your pride and limp your way back to Mister CEO like the ran over stray that you are."

SWALLOW MY PRIDE?? Ohoho call me Cero cause my pride is sometimes I will NEVER swallow. I only swallow four things darling— Food, water(mostly alcohol), birth control and cum. But to swallow my pride? You will catch me on the streets, homeless before I swallow my pride Mister Pinter. I will be on my DEATH BED before I swallow my pride. I will sooner start worshiping the Siadar who abandoned us before I swallow my pride. True, it's foolish, it would be logical to just give in but I cannot bare the humiliation, the feeling of submitting and being so PATHETIC. So I hope Pinter is ready to dance, because I don't bend or give in. He could take everything I love away from me, he could send people to threaten me or ruin my life, hell he could force me to become his secretary and do as he wished with me but he will never see me bend a knee or say 'I'm sorry you were right and I was wrong', ough I almost threw up in my mouth from even thinking that. By the end of it we will see who will be crawling back to who first because I'm in it for the long run.

So I hope Pinter is ready to dance, because I don't bend or give in.

But you already have.

What is this ridiculous talk all about? You've already been his sugar baby, his pretty girl, his arm candy.

You've already sunk pretty low, haven't you? And guess what, such a cushy life that was, right?

You talk a big fucking game, but you don't have the guts for any of it. You're a creature of comfort, lazy, opportunistic- And Pinter knows you are. Because you sold yourself out to him when you noticed an inkling of interest in the slime, because you took his offer and let yourself fall into his hands. There's no pride in that.

You've never had a smidge of pride or dignity in you, dollface.

But Pinter thinks your antics are cute.

#Pinter oc

[victorluvsalice]

Merry Christmas Squid/Cas!

@gaydragonwizards In keeping with your request to see the scene where Romero got a verbal slap upside the head from VV about how he's obviously in love with your OC Angeline from our VTMB RP/fanfics together...well, here's just that. XD Enjoy!

Mr. Oblivious

knock-knock – “Hey, Miss Velour?”

Romero leaned against the archway that lead into Velvet Velour’s inner sanctum in Vesuvius, watching as she straightened one of her posters. “Issac sent me over here,” he continued, allowing himself a nice long look at Velvet’s ass as he spoke. Fringe benefit of being Isaac Abram’s ghoul number one. . . “Said you needed something?”

Velvet turned slowly and sensually to face him, bright red lips curling in a smile that was – rather less friendly than he was used to. “Well well – if it isn’t Mr. Oblivious himself,” she said, sultry tone rather at odds with both her words and the sharp look she was giving him. “What I need, Romero, is for you to pull your head out of your rear.”

Romero blinked. Blinked again. “Uh – sorry, not following what you’re talking about here,” he said, rubbing the back of his head. “What the hell did I do?”

“It’s more what you haven’t done,” Velvet replied, folding her arms across her ample chest. “Really, Romero – this long, and you still haven’t said those three little words?”

“. . .still not getting it.”

Velvet sighed. “Oh dear – Isaac said you were ignoring your own feelings, but he didn’t warn me how much. I thought for sure you had an inkling.”

“Nope,” Romero said, shaking his head. “Whatever you’re mad at me for, you’re gonna have to spell it out.” He smiled sheepishly, hoping to hold off a potential vampiric temper tantrum – Velvet wasn’t really the type, but. . .better safe than sorry. “Use small words.”

“All right then.” She leaned forward in what would have been a really distracting way if she hadn’t been hitting him with such a firm, scolding gaze. “You’re in love with Angeline, you dope.”

For the second time in less than five minutes, Romero found himself blinking rapidly. “Uh. . .I – I think you’ve got the wrong idea about us,” he said slowly, knowing that Velvet usually didn’t like being contradicted but unable to help himself. “We’re friends. With benefits.” He grinned. “Some pretty awesome benefits.”

“No, you’re basically boyfriend and girlfriend, but neither of you seem to realize it,” Velvet retorted, rolling her eyes. “Isaac’s told me all about it – how much time you spend together, how you’re always talking about her, how you’ve been walking around with this extra little spring in your step. You’ve got it bad for the girl, and you won’t even acknowledge it!” She stepped forward and prodded him in the chest. “I know you’re not really one for romance, but surely even you can figure out when Cupid’s arrow has hit you?”

“I don’t – Angeline’s just – we’re friends!” Romero protested, glancing down at the finger and back. “Really!”

“Yes, and you ought to be something else too,” Velvet responded. “With roses and chocolates and fancy jewelry. And less gunplay.”

“Hey, Angeline likes the range.”

“All right, then at least give her flowers before you go!” Velvet shook her head. “You really think all you feel for her is friendship?”

“Yeah, I do!” Romero said, frowning. “Angeline’s awesome, I ain’t gonna say otherwise – she’s really smart, and super organized, and when you can get her to laugh she’s really fucking cute–”

“How do you not hear yourself right now?” Velvet cut in, expression both frustrated and deeply amused at the same time – Romero hadn’t been aware you could fit both emotions on the same face. “Really – how many of your other conquests have you said looked cute when they laugh?”

“Normally I’m hoping they don’t start cracking up when they see what’s downstairs,” Romero shot back. “But Angeline. . .okay, so we spend a lot of time together! She could use the company! And sure, I think she’s a hell of a looker, because she is! And I like talking to her, because she’s pretty interesting once you get get her to speak up, and I like making her smile because her whole face gets really glowy, and I like having her around because otherwise it’s just me and the TV and I end up really missing her when she’s not there, and – and. . .”

He paused. Thought for a second about what he’d just said. Then his face met his hand as he groaned. “Oh. Uh. Shit.”

Velvet laughed. “There we go,” she said, a teasing lilt to her voice as she slung an arm around his shoulders. “Now can we talk about how you should be getting her flowers?”

“. . .yeah, maybe.”

#gaydragonwizards #merry xmas #christmas fic #xmas fic #vtmb #fanfic #had some fun writing this one #it's amusing to see VV of all people being this snarky #but then again Romero rather deserves it #right up until the end XD #oh Romero you really thought you didn't have it bad #and yet XD #hope you like! #queued

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #206

Do you like hot chocolate? Yeah, especially when made with milk.

Who was the last person to promise you something, and what was it? shrug

Who is someone you’ve made a bad first impression on? I dunno.

Who is your best guy friend? My boyfriend, but idk if he counts 'cuz like, of course he's my best friend.

Do you think walruses are cute? lol I do

Do you read cereal boxes while you’re eating? No.

What’s the last thing you accidentally (or purposely) burnt? Uhhh good question. I don't cook or anything, so...

Have you ever given birth? Nope, never plan to. Even in the wild world where I have a child, I'd almost certainly have a c-section. I cannot handle abdominal pain, it's the pain I tolerate the absolute worst. I also panic too much for labor to go even remotely well.

Do you enjoy making out? If I'm in the mood to.

What’s your favorite food to put ketchup on? Ummm probably chicken nuggets.

Do you know anyone who works in a laboratory? I might, but I'm not aware of this.

What was the very first social media site you signed up for? MySpace.

Can you see yourself marrying your current partner? (if you have a partner) I can easily envision this and I hope it happens. But if it doesn't, I'll survive.

Do you have commitment issues? Not at all, this is an issue I've thankfully never dealt with.

Are there any flowers planted outside your house? No. Well, not planted by us, because on one side of the house, there's a line of azalea bushes that blooms yearly.

Does anyone in your family smoke? I know my dad and his wife do. Realistically, I'm sure there's more.

What’s an opinion you find impossible to take seriously? Dinosaurs never existing. I try to be very tolerant of this sorta stuff, opinions that really don't matter, but no, you're just fucking ignorant if you say anything like fossils being a scam from Satan or whatthefuckever. My half-sister's husband is one of these people and he's a fuckin lunatic.

What is the highest name-brand thing you own? Hell if I know. Nothing pricey.

What are you scared to death of? Parasites, especially internal ones.

Where is your favorite place to go out to eat? The Cheesecake Factory.

What is one thing that you constantly think about (other than material things)? The future.

Does your job allow visible tattoos? I'm unemployed, and call it petty, but I wouldn't work anywhere that didn't allow tattoos. My job isn't keeping me from decorating my body in ways that make me enjoy my body more.

What Hogwarts House are you in? ew, the invention of a violent transphobe

Do you delete people from Facebook if their views are vastly different than yours? This depends on how verbal you are about it, really. I have no shame in this; if seeing your bullshit beliefs adds even a moment of "bleh" to my day, bye, I don't want to follow you. Social media is meant to be fun, and I've gotten much more serious about making my social media experiences truly enjoyable. That's what it's meant for. It's not meant to annoy me.

What are three things you have been a victim of? Poverty, I'm sure sexism at some point (what woman hasn't, let's be real), and fat-shaming.

What is your passion? Nature; wildlife and habitat conservation and education probably top the list. Also devillainizing reptiles and arachnids. Photography, of course, with nature being my favorite focus.

Are you dating someone? Yeah, he's the dopest.

Does your first crush know you liked them? He probably had an inkling.

Have you been bullied? I'm VERY grateful that I've never been properly bullied. Sure, I've had people be mean to me, but not chronically or anything.

Do you still cross paths with your first crush ever? No, I removed him from my Facebook for religious fanaticism/shaming non-believers. He got some royal shit for that post, but I didn't hang around to see it all.

Who are some of the most selfish people you have ever met? Colleen, somehow a former best friend, is easily the most selfish person I've ever met. She was so needlessly mean to people. One of her most unattractive traits was her "let me talk to the manager" tendency, like she was so rude to people who worked with the public, and for ZERO reason. Where I am now, I'm ashamed that I ever let my loneliness warrant our friendship, we were nothing alike, and never were.

Have you ever seen a spirit/ghost/shadowy figure, etc.? I've absolutely seen something that was not normal.

Do you have regrets? I do.

Do you have an ex-friend that you miss? There are multiple.

What is something a lot of people like but you don’t? Pie.

How many people have you kissed? Four.

How many of those people are you still friends with? I'm dating one; he's the only one I'm still "friends" with.

Where did you go, the last time you left your house? I went to see my psychiatrist.

Who has the nicest singing voice, that you know personally? Girt.

Are you afraid to sing in front of people? Yes.

Do you enjoy the presence of children? Eh, sometimes. I have to be in the mood to deal with them. I never really enjoy the presence of random children I have no bond with.

Do you know anyone who has changed their first name? Yeah, I've a number of trans friends.

What was the last necklace you wore? I think it was a silver one with a meerkat charm? I hate that I can't wear it all the time, I'm just allergic to the material; it turns my skin green and itchy.

What was the last carbonated drink you had? Mountain Dew.

Does anyone in your family have schizophrenia? My half-sister Tiffany that I've never met.

What was your favorite book you ever read for a school assignment? The Outsiders and The Handmaid's Tale.

Have you ever been in an abandoned house? Yes. My sister and our childhood neighbor used to play on the property; there was an almost entirely dilapidated shack where we spent most of our time, and then there was also two other buildings that more accurately resembled proper houses, but we were ballsy enough to only go into one, the smaller one that was more like a shed. It didn't have rooms, it was just a large square, and FULL of newspapers and other miscellaneous stuff. Eventually, after a streak of spending days there playing and exploring, a neighboring old lady eventually warned us to stay away because it wasn't safe, and we were never brave enough to go back lmao.

Do you have any plans for tomorrow? Yes, it's my sister's birthday and we're going out to dinner.

Do you like cucumber? As much as I can like a vegetable, lol. I love cucumbers with vinegar, though.

What’s the last sitcom you watched? Young Sheldon, probably.

What was the last thing you wrote down in the notes app on your phone? I wanna say a drawing idea. Or a gift idea for Girt.

Do you still have Facebook? If so, how often do you check it? Yeah, I check it daily.

How many times in your life have you been in love? Twice.

Do you like your name? I do, actually.

Do you know anyone who had to have tubes put in their ears as a baby? Yeah, me.

Were either of your parents baptized? There is absolutely zero chance my mom wasn't (her mom was a raging Catholic), but I have no idea about my dad.

The last concert that you were at, was there a mosh pit? No, it was a pretty small gig. Nearly no one in eastern NC is going to a classic rock concert.

Has anyone killed one of your pets before? In my childhood, we had cats run over by cars, but I'm sure that wasn't intentional. I would at least hope not.

Does your bathroom have a theme to it? No.

Are any rooms in your house themed? No. I WANT to give my bedroom a nature theme, but it's a very slow process since I've had to buy new decor and we're poor.

When you are eating fast food, do you tend to get burgers or chicken? Usually burgers, sometimes chicken tenders. It depends on the restaurant; I have different go-tos depending on the location.

If you were to join one of the armed forces, which would it be? *points at the "I'd rather be served rat poison than serve this country" meme*

Have you ever been to see stand up comedy? No. It'd be nice to go at least once, though, to see someone I enjoy. I like stand-up.

Do you believe there used to be dragons? No. Sadly, lol.

Who’s your favorite god from ancient history? I'm not sure, my mythology class was waaaaaaaay too long ago, lol.

What was the last present you received? Our family friend Tobey gave me a bag of Twinkies for Easter, lol.

Could you ever have an affair with a married person? Big no, I ain't fuckin with that kinda stuff.

When was the last time you climbed a tree? I've actually never done this. My childhood home only involved pine trees, and most trees in this area ARE pine trees, and you can't just climb those, the branches are far too high.

Are you cool with swimming in a lake? I was fine with it as a kid, but now as an adult that's aware of risks that come with that, I feel like it would depend on the lake and also how I felt at that moment.

Do you listen to any talk shows or podcasts? No. I've tried podcasts a few times, I just can't get into them.

Are you waiting to have sex until you’re married? No.

Do you believe the Holocaust happened? Y'know, I don't consider myself the smartest, but I damn sure am intelligent enough to know the Holocaust was very real and should never, ever happen again. I had the absolute privilege to listen to a survivor's story in high school.

Are you someone who actually likes to babysit children? NO. I've done this only twice (once very against my will) and did not like it. The second time I had to suppress an anxiety attack.

Are you waiting for something to arrive in the mail? No.

Do you like coconut flavored things? Very rarely. It can't be a high concentration.

Have you ever met a famous author before? No.

[TW: RAPE] Do you know anybody who has been raped before? Yes.

List all the stores you’ve been in this past month. I think just a dollar store. I ride with Mom when she picks up her Walmart orders, but we don't go in, it's brought out to us.

Does/did either of your parents serve in the military? No.

Do you like sour candy? Yes, I love sour candy.

Do you like McDonalds? I feel like I'm the only adult that genuinely enjoys McD's lmao

Do you have a Steam account? I do.

What do you think of Fifty Shades of Grey? Never read the book, never seen the movie, completely disinterested in doing either.

Do you swear in front of children? No. I don't believe in "bad" words (save for things like racial slurs and stuff that were completely made to be hateful towards certain groups), but I also don't at all think it's a good idea to encourage children to throw around profanity willy-nilly. They're kids, they're not going to understand when and where it's just not appropriate.

Have you ever had an STD? No.

What do you hear right now? I'm having a paranormal investigation videos binge, I've been watching OVERNIGHT shit for days lol.

Have you ever been ice skating? No.

How many pillows do you sleep with? Two.

What’s the worst thing you have ever done? I consider it to be telling Jason no one could ever love him like I did. I DID genuinely believe this, I didn't INTEND it to be manipulative, but it absolutely, factually was, and I'm permanently humiliated that I ever did such a thing. I don't even like sharing it, it's disgusting.

Have you been to an escape room? Was it a success? No, but they sound very fun.

Ever performed on stage? Was it scary or amazing or both? Yeah, many times for dance recitals and competitions. It was really neither for me. I was always a bit nervous, sure, but I never performed alone and the anxiety wasn't overwhelming.

What was the last animal/pet that you met? Shadow, Girt's cat that has 1,000% become his child. He just showed up on his porch on a rainy day, and initially he didn't intend on keeping him, but he sure did and he's completely obsessed with him, it's adorable. Apparently Shadow is his first truly personal pet, and it shows.

#survey #surveys #personal questions #personal surveys #random questions #random surveys #questionnaire

[eolewyn1010]

Farewell, Darkover - part 7

There's a real piece of sugar I found in the process of writing my Darkover reminiscences: MZB's own Darkover reminiscences, a retrospective she had penned down in 1980. Oh, darling, do tell. From the mouth of the beast herself. Time to get nasty.

First of all: When she writes in her own voice, she sounds mind-bogglingly similar to Stephenie Meyer, of all people. I cackled. MZB was a fucking Suethor. The same self-importance, false modesty, immaturity, the same condescension toward "cruel editors", the endless "oh, look, how special I am, how educated I am, how many important people I know!" It would be cute if I didn't wanna stomp on her face. Admittedly, it feels good to be able to talk about her like that - what's she gonna do, climb out of her misty sepulcher of oblivion and haunt me? It's a relief that she isn't someone I would have held in high regard, even without knowledge of her crimes. But let's look at some tidbits of this.

"I have referred to the Darkover books as "the series that just growed"."

So, I found zero hints at all that "growed" was ever the correct past tense for to grow. It's always been grew. Am I petty? You bet I am.

"A good part of the credit for encouraging the Darkover series to continue must go to Donald A. Wollheim"

I feel bad for the poor man, having his name attached to yours. I have great respect for Wollheim, and if I thought the Darkover books were way better written than the Avalon series, I have zero compunctions to credit your editor for it.

"with a sick husband and two very small children to support"

I wouldn't exactly call your husband sick. That implies an absence of responsibility, and I think he should very much be held responsible for his actions- oh, you were talking physical health. Carry on. And quit acting like the caring, loving mother; the sheer mention made me grab for a knife. I read what Moira wrote. I can't stand that hateful, homophobic fury, but I have a pretty good inkling who made her that way.

"when I protested, rather diffidently"

Aw, she wants us to think she has a shred of humility. Meanwhile, I think I should go poop on her grave.

She then goes on to tell us how she doesn't actually think her books in terms of series and prefers self-contained stories and thus didn't write Darkover in a way that one book had to rely on its predecessor to be understood (I hope she has to watch the entire MCU in hell ad nauseam), which is fine; just her overblown style of talking about herself is annoying to read. She also shoves in a quote about oatmeal that she doesn't bother to give credit for and I don't recognize; I suspect it's to make her look smart and to make those look dumb who are not in the know. Well, shove it.

Next, she gets really patronizing to fans who'd love them some consistency. Because she can't be arsed.

"Admittedly the inconsistencies are many. Some are minor, and they occurred simply because I have a very faulty memory with a self-correcting mechanism."

...

Bitch. I started to reconstruct the Comyn family trees and a timeline for Darkovan history at age 11. Surely you could have helped your faulty memory by writing things down??

More about how she doesn't like writing series, how she hates cliffhangers... my God, Bradley, this is a retrospective! You don't need to pad your word count here, too! Then a long story about how she had to give up on becoming a singer (which puts her hang-ups in the Darkover books about female singers constantly in peril of being considered better prostitutes in a very strange context; any complexes there, by chance? Gonna go with yes, as there are numerous female characters in her books that put everyone to awe with their singing in ways that more conventionally beautiful women couldn't with their looks), and how she always wrote, from childhood onward. Yeah, so did I. So did many. It's not that unusual. Almost everyone I know on tumblr wrote from childhood on.

"Well, in my middle teens, [...] I started to write fantasy novels with a framework of science fiction."

Heh. I also liked to call what I wrote in my teen years "novels". I assume it's nice when you get published and can feel verified in your blown-up presumptions.

"[Around age eleven, I did] an ambitious project called Ten Tales of the Ancients, which had a short story about a girl in ancient Rome, and one in ancient Greece, and one from an Arabian-nights kind of world, and then I ran out of ancient civilizations and gave up."

...Is that a shoutout to the American education system or what? Not sure if I would have gotten to ten civilizations at that age, but come on! Mayans? Ancient Egypt? Ancient China? Mesopotamia? I feel like her interest in ancient cultures may have been limited. Research is haaaaard, you guys!

Then a lot about the Fantasy and Sci-Fi writers that influenced her. I don't recognize most of the names, might look into those at some later point. The development of the whole Darkover idea via cannibalizing her older stories, that's fairly standard.

"During this time I also managed to read a few books on writing and began to get some foggy notions of what a plot was [...] I was beginning to learn how to plot, and how to tell a story"

By the time she wrote The Mists of Avalon, she had already forgotten it again.

...and I'm setting a cut here. My God, she's being wordy. Next up: her introduction to writing smut!

#Darkover #Marion Zimmer Bradley #hell is too good for MZB #The Mists of Avalon #books

[aajjks]

lol it could’ve been whatever you wanted it to be 😅 also i’m still blaming my period for this!!

⚠️TPOL!JK⚠️

he’s just full of surprises because there’s no way in hell you would’ve missed this. you’ve seen him naked so many times so how in the hell are you just now looking at it. the tattoo is under his collarbone and has pretty swirls around it like it’s in cursive. it really is pretty yet creepy because why would he tattoo your name? sure it’s tattooed in his mind but you’d never tell him to put it on his body.

what if the two of you don’t last and he finds someone that isn’t you? he’ll have to pay more money to cover it up but you can’y deny the inkling of arousal that creeps up knowing he has your name permanently on his body. like you own him.

“well, i think” you begin but pause again to stare at it. letter by letter reading YOUR name, and the cute little crown over it. you lean down to kiss his lips “i think you’re crazy but i kind of like it” you say and you’re PRAYING he doesn’t tell you to get one because there’s no way in hell you’d ever but you’re familiar of the jinx that comes with tatting your partners name. relationships don’t last long after that but maybe that jinx will pass the both of you.

you continue to touch and feel up on jungkook, going lower and lower with your kisses until you’re unbuckling his gucci belt and tossing it somewhere. you pull his pants down with his calvin klein underwear to reveal your favorite lollipop to suck on.

you don’t even bother to tease him and start going to work on him. you hum on it, spit on it, lick it, and do everything you know would take jungkook over the edge. you made a promise to suck the life out of him and you’re going to keep it by doing just that.

his hands are threaded in your locks as he pulls your hair into a makeshift ponytail and thrusts his hips upwards.

“look at me when you cum, baby. watch me swallow every last drop”

Oh this feels so good, it’s like someone is tickling his brain with the way your tongue feels all wrapped around him. “I-I’m glad y-you like it ah.” He barely manages to let the words out because it just feels too good.

Oh no he’s going crazy. He loves your mouth so much, he tries his best to keep his eyes open so he can see your pretty face and damn do you look so pure whist doing the most filthy thing to him.

Your pretty eyes, they’re so beautiful.

He feels like his brain is melting as you lick him, you take him so well. He begins to fuck your mouth, wanting you to take him deeper, he can’t stop, he’s a moaning mess.

You’ve got him.

You’re really going to suck his soul out today and he really hopes that you will- “f-fuck Princess- o-oh s-so good to me.. f-feels so fuckin good.” He whines. He feels tears welling up from the extreme pleasure.

His moans are echoing through the room but he doesn’t give a fuck, he’s so close to cumming.

“D-Don’t stop- oh please don’t s-stop ‘I’ll do anything..”

And then soon, you make him cum, while looking into his eyes like you’re going to ruin, and he wants to be ruined by you.

In every way possible.

#no one look at me 😳🫣 #ask: tpol!jungkook

[lordelmelloi2]

Ok now I just want to talk about Naruto being an obviously DL gay man though, I mean for fuck's sake, look at him. Literally his whole family has an inkling of it too like even Hinata probably knows and Naruto is probably bi or at least like not come to terms/mega repressing that he's a woman also so he just pretends to be a happy family dad straight guy with Hinata because it makes him feel secure after being ostracized his whole life (on top of being gay for sasuke and everyone fucking knew it in his teams too) but meanwhile he and sasuke know what theyre doing. They know what theyre doing. Everyone else knows too but just seethes with irritation. Theres only a handful of couples in Boruto that are happy and they're like InoSai (bi girl and her femboy twink androgyne huswife) and ChojiKarui (cute as hell also their daughter Cho-Cho is super cute also)

[superjumpintomyheart]

Some idea for fic i think? Marina have a haircut so after it Pearlina have some octotrooper in house

THANK U FOR SPALATOON OTP CONTENT!!!!!!

listen, i laughed so much thinking about this idea like they wake up and pearl turns over in bed and theres a baby octarian staring at her *vine boom*

AND UR WELCOME!!! THANK YOU FOR ENJOYING AND READING!! I present to you all now, a very crack drabble of marina cutting her hair (and ending up with a child)

"Rina you look so damn cute! Like when we first met your hair was about this short," Pearl exclaimed, admiring Marina's new haircut.

She had been complaining about it getting in the way of DJ-ing while she was on stage, so she decided to finally make the chop. Her once long brown and green tentacles now framed her face, the length only coming down to the tops of her shoulders. It was reminicent of the haircut she'd had back when first escaping the octarian army, when she met Pearl on Mt. Nantai for the first time.

"Thanks Pearlie, I'm actually really liking it, I feel so free to spin and dance without worrying about getting my hair caught in everything!"

"You gotta post a pic, our fans are gonna love your new look," Pearl took out her phone and went to open up the camera, but she stopped for a moment. "Oh- hey just out of curiosity, you told me before that a lotta octarian military agents or whatever are born asexually from tentacle clippings, right? We aren't gonna end up with a random tentacle baby, right?"

Marina couldn't help but laugh, it was true that tentacle clippings were used to reproduce some octotroopers but the conditions had to be perfect in order for the specimen to actually grow into a new life form. It would take even longer for them to develop coherent thoughts and be considered a real living thing, up until that point it just kind of... mindlessly stumbled about.

“No, we’re fine I promise. It’s just like any other hair!” She giggled, thinking the idea was ridiculous.

Until it wasn’t.

It was a few nights later when Pearl woke up to Marina’s hair stuck in her mouth, gross. She hated being woken up just to get her girlfriend’s long hair away from her face so she could flop back down in bed and- wait. Marina cut her hair recently, why was she still having this problem if it wasn’t long enough to reach past her shoulders?

In her half asleep state, the inkling moved the tentacle hair away from her mouth and cracked open her eyes, only to be met with a tiny pair of unblinking eyes staring back at her. She screamed, loud and piercing even without the help of a microphone which startled Marina awake.

“What?! What’s happening?” The octoling bolted up straight and looked around frantically for the source of her girlfriend’s screaming. When her eyes landed on it, she could only stare in shock- a tiny, brown and turquoise colored octarian was sitting on the covers of their bed. What the fuck.

“Marina! How the hell did your hair manage to turn into- whatever the fuck this little shit is?” Pearl shouted, kicking her legs to move herself farther away from the baby tentacle... thing. It didn’t seem to be fazed by her panic, nor the fact that the host who created it was sitting in front of it. 

Marina blinked rapidly, trying to rub the sleep out of her eyes enough to convince herself she wasn’t dreaming, “I- this should be impossible, the tentacle clippings require very intricate incubation techniques in order to develop at all, and from a non-sterile host there should be no way-”

“There should be no way, but obviously there is!” Pearl pulled herself out of bed, the force of the blankets being thrown off of her made the octarian fall over, unable to get itself back up. Not that it seemed to mind, it didn’t really have a mind yet at all. “That’s it, I’m going to Eight and Three’s place to get them to dispose of this.”

“Wait! This is an absolute scientific mystery! If this one tentacle was able to survive then there must be some sort of mutation that allowed it-”

“Rina, can we please save the nerd talk for after we don’t have a living piece of hair in our room?”

Marina pouted slightly, but complied and pulled herself together to be dragged along by Pearl. Even if she did want to study it, there was hardly any reason she could come up with that her girlfriend would actually agree to letting her do so. Not to mention if it continued to develop into a full fledged octarian... then it would just be unethical. Neither of them wanted to deal with that situation.

Later, when both girls had returned from stopping by Three’s apartment and they settled into bed again, Pearl broke the silence, “Next time you get your hair cut, go to a salon. We’re not doing that again.”

“Agreed.”

#dont ask me to continue this #for the love of fuck #the legit moral dillemma i had while trying to figure out how they would deal with this situation without unaliving a child #i think octarians produced from tentacles are more like clones i suppose #idk man i dont wanna think about this anymore #take this pearlina #and let me sit in peace #splatoon ask #splatoon fic #splatoon drabble #splatoon 2 #off the hook #pearlina #pearl houzuki #marina ida #spla2n #splatoon

[kenniilovesthethicc]

Today is my birthday! I wrote a self insert crack(?)fic where I get vored

Enjoy!

Birthdays were never dull in Night Raven College.

It just so happens that today, the 5th of September, is Kennii's birthday. While it's been about a year since he got isekai'd into another universe and became the prefect of Ramshackle dorm, it is only now that he gets to party with all of his newfound friends. With the radio blasting hits from the collaborative Playlist made in the group chat, as well as no fighting as of yet, it was a pretty cool vibe. Kennii was drinking a lemonade while Grim was stuffing his face with only the fattest of fish a cat could eat.

"This party's amazin!" The cat mrowed through mouthfuls of quality seafood.

"It is a good party," the magicless human agreed as he looked across the hall fondly at each guest. "I do wonder when the game Floyd and Jade organized is gonna start... and I'm also fearful of what in the world it could even be."

The eel twins had offered (begged) to take part in planning the party's events, and while Kennii was hesitant to say yes he couldn't help but oblige to their cute yet intimidating faces.

"I want no part in whatever ridiculous fanfare those beasts have in store," Riddle sneered, taking a small sip of his tea. "Tomorrow's unbirthday party needs to be situated before my bedtime, so whatever he wants us to do he should begin promptly."

"I just hope nobody dies in this 'game'..." Vil mutters to the side with similar suspicion.

As if willed into fruition, a spoon tapped against a glass to gather the attention of the party goers.

"Hey bozos it's game time!!!" Floyd yowled with glee into the large room.

"Ahem- I believe what he means is; thank you all for attending the prefect's birthday assembly," Jade corrected. "Kennii entrusted the two of us with putting together this celebration, and it is our honor to invite you all to a little game we wish to play."

Everyone sans Kalim gave a dubious look to the tweels. Azul could be seen in the background mumbling under his breath with a slightly embarrassed face (obvious that he knows what's about to happen.) "It's not a hard game, but there's only one prize~" Floyd added while looking over at Kennii.

THAT got everyone's attention.

"Ooo is Kennii gonna smooch one of us if we win?" Cater jokingly asked at Lilia. "If so I need to put on my new lip balm!"

"Meep! The prefect is the prize???" Idia chirped anxiously aloud before typing ▪︎Sorry m8s, I'm gonna win, no cheat codes required▪︎

As the murmurs got around, Jade hushed the crowd again. "Oh, I hear you all are so very curious to know how this young man fits into this game's reward," he begins, walking around the center of the room to draw out tension. "Well, I believe to find out we must begin with a bit of magic."

Kennii looked up at the tall man's face with nervous curiosity: what in the world did he get himself into? Jade offered him a potion of some kind, and many of the potionology nerds went wide-eyed. Oh well, there was already an agreement made, might as well do it.

Gulp gulp gulp...

Pretty tasty! Time to see what the fuck it does. The prefect got a rush of lightheadedness before quickly poofing to the size of a small doll. Ah, it was a shrinking potion recipe. Tasted similar to the limited time shrinking potion from Beanfest to be honest, but way stronger.

"Oh no..." Trey sighed.

"Bloody hell..." Riddle cussed.

"Ta-da! Tiny Shrimpy!" Floyd announced as he lifted the small human to show off like a newborn kitten. "Cute enough to eat, don't ya think?" "What-"

The prefect got an inkling as to what was going to happen to him at the end of this, and he prepared for the chaos. "That's right; if you win the game, you get to eat Kennii~" And just like that, chaos.

The first years all screamed in bewilderment, the remaining second years looked flabbergasted, and the third years side-eyed eachother to hell and back.

"Wait wait wait; you two mean to tell us that Kennii wants to get EATEN?" Ace questioned with a bright blush.

"I never knew he was that strange..." Deuce pondered next to him.

"No kiddin..." Epel concured.

The guests all murmured once more about their opinions on all this madness.

"Well, it's not the worst birthday present all things considered. Better than Crowley's gift at least," Kennii admitted. Floyd sat him back down onto the table as Jade explained the game itself.

"Kennii told us of a party game from his old universe and we wanted to try sharing it with all of you. It goes like this: we compiled several images onto a slide show, and each image is zoomed in. You must guess what the image is to pass and make it to the next round. It gets more pixelated with each round, and thus the winner of the final round will earn the prize." It was simple enough in theory, one would figure.

"This is quite trivial; I shall have no issue competing," Malleus smugly claimed, finding this all very fascinating.

"WAKA SAMA, THERE SHALL BE NOBODY BESTING YOU!" Sebek declared in his loyalty (even if he himself wants to eat the prefect out of jealousy...)

"I guess I'm hungry enough to play. Herbivore does have a decent bit of meat on their bones," Leona remarked nonchalantly.

"And that meat will be in my belly by the end of this, shishishi!" Ruggie snickered while licking his chops in playful hunger.

Kennii definitely had some best and worst case scenarios for the results of this game, but he was very excited to watch the game itself. With everyone agreeing to play (for intended purposes or to save Kennii from said purposes) Floyd booted up the PowerPoint style website on the video board and started the slideshow. "Here's the first one!"

"Shoe!" Multiple voices answered.

"Yup, it's a shoe," confirmed the sneaker savvy eel. "Malleus, Silver, you're out." The dragon prince was surprised, but he accepted defeat. Silver was woken from his quick nap while Sebek was dumbfounded that his prince lost so quickly.

..

The game went on for a few more rounds until there were only 3 boys left: Ruggie, Lilia, and Idia. Ruggie was observant and his exposure to so many random items through his many jobs and experiences helped him gain a lead in trying to get a little snack; Lilia was very keen and while he never indicated if he would eat the small human, he was now in a personal competition against whom he now recognized as his online pal, Idia. He wanted to best that whippersnapper at ONE game at least. Idia was crushing hard on Kennii ever since they were dared to sing a romantic JPOP song together during karaoke night, and he really did wonder what he tasted like. Those carnivorous teeth he has weren't just a design choice, even if most of his diet is candy and soda.

"Prepare to be thoroughly schooled," Lilia teased the boys while they hyperfocused on the screen. "In your dreams, Draculaura," Idia playfully retorted back. With that, the final round began.

"Is it a French fry?" Lilia asked the hosts confidently. "We're sorry, Mr. Vanrouge, but you are out." The old fae nodded in accepted defeat while Ruggie and Idia were the last men standing. They stared for a long, long time, Idia mumbling to himself, before finally Ruggie shouted, "IT'S A MCGRIDDLE!"

With the winning bell sounding off, Ruggie was now the winner of the micro Kennii. "Congratulations, Ruggie," Azul sighed, glad this was settled relatively quick. "Be careful with the giovanotto, he's fragile." "Don't worry, Azul - I'm not as cruel as your cronies are~" Thus, the hyena picked up the little Prefect and swiftly (and safely) plopped them into his warm maw.

GULP!

"Well.." Trey sighed.

"He really did eat Kennii.." Jack stated the obvious for emphasis. Idia was seething and popped an OREO pocky stick into his mouth to cope.

With Kennii now in his tummy, Ruggie was as happy as a clam. "Ahhh~ you're pretty tasty, dude. Not too filling though, but the free food padded me out well enough as is, shihi!"

"Marvelous!" Rook interjected all of a sudden. "I've yet to witness a beastman swallow live prey, and my my, those throat muscles looked fort comme un bœuf as the Trickster made his descent into your stomach, Monsieur Dandelion!" Ruggie had a disturbed look as the hat wearing blond examined his anatomy way too interestedly. "Sorry, Rook, but you've had enough close and personal experiences with my body than I'd like to admit to the class; now if ya would keep the hands off my belly in public..."

Ever since the tickling episode, Ruggie knew well enough not to let the huntsman touch his person while others were in the room.

"Is this a gift worthy of your 18th birthday, Kennii?" Jade inquired from the outside. "It's certainly warm and cozy in here, but the partially digested food is wigging me out a little..." With that reminder, Ruggie quickly cast a protection spell onto the human in his tummy to prevent disaster. "Congrats, Ruggie. Remember to cough em back out before the spell wears off," Leona chuffed as he patted the smaller beastman's abdomen tiredly before making his way for the exit.

"I'm puzzled as to how the Prefect responded to this all," Azul began. "Did you two know he would be this nonchalant about being swallowed whole!?" The tweels simply chuckled mysteriously as they started cleaning up the room used for the venue.

As everyone either helped clean or exit, Ruggie kept a paw on his stomach to feel Kennii's sleepy movements from within his core, a warm hue to his complexion. "Happy Birthday, lil snack~" His belly rumbled in satisfaction quietly through the rest of the day, and he too was ready for a little nap.

The birthday party was now at a close, and it would certainly be one to remember for many years to come 🎉

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst fanfic #twst vore #sfw vore #self insert #this was brain vomit

[axewchao]

Charmander Dalex is cute :3

Ain't he?

In fact, he's so cute, I drew him again!

...Except he's purple, ahahaha...

Why is he purple? Nidoking genes, that's why. ...I just wanted an excuse to make him purple don't look at me—

Arceus's Wish and the long-dead PMD RAD both got my AU gears turning because of fucking course they did, wherein Dal is sent off to the PMD world during a very specific event in his life: the battle against Groudon. Valerie gets injured because she refused to back down, and instead of being able to flee before they're both crushed under a heap of boulders, Dalex desperately tries to shield Valerie from further harm. As rocks fall overhead from Groudon's Earthquake, everything goes completely white.

Dalex awakens on the beach just outside of Treasure Town with a worried, talking Pokémon standing over him (left vague because I haven't decided whether it'll be a Partner or it's just the perfect angel- I mean Bidoof, leaving Dal to go solo). Valerie, along with the rest of his team, is nowhere to be found, and he's been turned into a weirdly purple Charmander. Externally, he takes this course of events like a champ using the ever-flawless Silent Protag method, but internally he's screaming in fear and confusion.

Meanwhile, Tyranitar of Team A.C.T. is taking a leisurely walk through the woods on his day off… until his nose is suddenly hit by the scent of blood. He chases after it to find a Sceptile badly burned, bruised, and in need of immediate medical attention because said Sceptile's fucking missing an arm. While she recovers, Val replays the battle with Groudon in her head over and over, worrying endlessly about the fate of her best friend and teammates. She's shocked to find that humans are apparently a myth in this… "Pokémon Square," with the only one who has even an inkling of what she's talking about being Alakazam. How the hell is she supposed to find Dal if humans don't exist here?!

Or… or is it too late for that…? Is the thought running through both their minds. What if… what if it really is too late? Given what was happening before, by all means it should be. They should've been killed by Groudon's attack, but…

But a part of them keeps saying that it's not. That if they look hard enough, they'll find each other again…

#pokemon #pokémon #pmd #Charmander #Charmander!Dalex #Dalex Rathmore #Trainer!Dalex #since this is him getting PMD'd #and also #Valerie Sceptile #because she's mentioned #anyways i have no self control. this is not a surprise to anyone whatsoever :'D #axewchaoscribbles #axewchao answers #andrevht

[friendlystarfruit]

I am the anon who ask for gorou and miss hina! Yes I liked your idea more lol

This is Gorou X Tsundere male reader (He is the sister of Itto X sub reader ) He has curly tail, pointy ear and short other than that he's up to your imagination (= been a while since I did a Genshin fic I hope its ok

I felt all fuzzy inside writing this they are so cute <3 I hope you enjoy it’s nice to know I have anons from my old genshin fan fics =3

#Fluff #swearing #Miko forces Gorou to dress up as Miss Hina

(I might add doodles not sure depends how busy I am )

The miss Hina meet and greet was getting closer and closer, the annoyed Gorou was reluctantly going to do what Miko wanted him to do; pretend to be Miss Hina and sign autographs , at first he pushed back but the amount of pressure  of letting down all his fans really got to him.

This took a toll though on Gorou , such a strong fighter but  so sensitive about being emasculated  and teased by Miko.

You’d been noticing he wasn’t acting his normal self.

“Hey babe, why have you been acting so down recently” You huff a little to him.

“It’s nothing “ Gorou looks at you and forces a smile. How could he tell you ,what was really going on?? He didn’t want to burden you and he sure as hell didn’t want you finding out.

“Idiot of course it’s something, if you keep lying to me I’m gonna get suspicious , are you eating ok?  Over working?“

“My love you worry to much about me, it’s cute” Gorou smiled this time genuinely.

“eh *cough* I mean of course” You fumble awkwardly blushing as Goruo’s adorable eyes send a blade through your heart. “I’m your boyfriend it’s my job” You puff your chest out a little,  you wanna let him no he’s safe.

“Hey my dude ”

Itto pets your head “Such a little knight , I think in a fight Gorou would be the one protecting you, Am I right or am I--”

“Fuck off Itto “ You growl.

“Hey I just wanted to ask Gorou if he wants to join me and your sister to the Miss Hina meet and great, man I can’t wait to meet her after all the advice she gave  me , its gonna be a blast!!”

Gorou goes bright red and immedicably veers his head. “Oh  yeah her I- ugh “

You get a little bit confused “Why is he blushing at that bitch’s name coming up…….does he…..that bitch!!!!??” You think to yourself.

“You ok shorty?” Itto looks at you the burning bundle of jealousy , you can’t even get the words out.

Your sister skips up to you “Hey bro me and Itto are getting tickets to see Miss-“

“no I don’t wanna go ….I mean I don’t know”

Everyone goes silent.

“You got some gas or something?” Itto smirks.

“I jus- I got to go” you growl..

Gorou runs after you “What’s wrong? “

“It’s nothing”

“now whose the lier” Gorou complains concerned

“Lets find out you hiss, just let me have time to myself?”

Gorou’s ears pulled back and he watches you leave.

You storm away as soon as you are out of everyone’s sights tears slide down your cheeks, “What would I ever do If I lost him……….I gotta find the truth”

Gorou's love had been such a comfort to you, he was all you thought about, just seeing his face was like a drug to you. He was so affectionate and loving, honorable, sweet, just all the things you wanted in a boyfriend, he was your soulmate and to lose him......It would be devastating.

Over the next few days you where a lot more distant with Gorou, you told him “I just need some space” You just couldn't be honest with him. It was too hard to tell him how you really felt, it was too scary to tell him you desperately wanted reassurance, that you where just being your usual jealousy paranoid self and he'd hold onto you tight and tell you "Nobody could ever replace you, I'll never leave you"

"Why can't he just say that" You'd think to yourself lost in thought holding back your tears while you clenched your fists...

Gorou had an inkling that maybe it was his fault maybe it was because he didn’t open up to you but how could he? "He mus think think I don't trust him" Gorou thought to himself......but did he trust him? Gorou thought of course he did but he couldn't trust him with the truth that he was being pressured to dress up as Miss Hina.

Gorou had been going off more to meet up with Miko , which he hated. When he first saw the outfit he felt pissed off he knew she was up to no good but all those fans......Then there was the breast pads, Gorou blushed as he frowned as Miko playfully brought them out of her bag "These will look so lovely on you , you will have many naughty eyes glaring "

"Do they have to be so "

"So plump and feminine " Miko purred "Yes"

"Ugh FINE" Gorou huffed

Chapter 2

You had noticed Gorou was busier these days, you decided to follow him.

You noticed he met up with a women…….with ears and a tail? All you saw was a shadow. "Could that be her???"

Then you saw it …..hands petting Gorou ears ,you are so heartbroken you can’t even confront them, you storm of with your heart beating painfully faster. If only you had of stayed longer you’d see Goruo slap away the hands abruptly. "Stop that ! I told you hands off my ears"

Miko purred "but they are so fluffy and soft , looks like you use a really nice product to keep them that way"

"HEY" Gorou hissed.

Meanwhile you where a wreck.

 “Who does she , think she ----.ugh …… you bitch” You kick a sign of Miss Hina ……..then you notice something other than how she is sickeningly beautiful “She looks like Gorou?? , maybe there is some family  issue they could be related ?” You wipe away the tears, you’ll confront Gorou the next time you see him. You can’t lose him, he is everything to you, your life has been so much brighter since he walked in, you love that man  to death.

“Hey my love are you feeling any better?”

“I guess “ You mutter “I wanted to ask you about Mis Hina”

“WHAT, ugh why what have you?, I mean ask away”

“She looks a lot like you are you related?”

“Oh is that all ?heh heh no we aren’t all are similarities  are 100 percent just a  coincidence ok? We have no relation to each other ”

“I- oh” That was not what you wanted to hear. So defensive too.....

“I have no connection to her at all , and you know I have to be going” Gorou kisses you on the cheek and runs off…….he seems pretty keen to get away.

So that’s that…………you are going to the meet and greet to tell that bitch to stay away from your man.

The day finally came , you felt nervous , sick even meanwhile your sister and Gorou where acting like stupid goofy idoits.

"I've literally been counting the days, I have a freaking calender's mah boys got me, Miss Hina has given me sooooo much advice even advice on making my baby girl happy" Itto Grins ruffing the hair of your sister while she she giggles.

"She gave me advice too on how to be a better sister" your sister playfully elbows you but you just roll your eyes.

All of you wait in line.....Itto gets into an argument with a literal child claiming he skipped in line and your sister awkwardly tries to defuse the situation while Itto's gang awkwardly back up their boss against a kid.

"Idiots........" You groan leaving the site of immaturity and bravado "

You get closer.

"Thank you for your kindness dear hear is your autograpth"

"huh" That voice a little higher pitched but? You brush it aside ready to tell that bitch who is...........those eyes.........

Your heart stops ......"um"

Gorou dressed up like a goddess, blushes "ugh so dear you want a"

"Can I get a closer look at you?"

"ehh *cough* oh no dear I think I need a water break" Gorou tries hiding behind his fan.

"Yo miss Hina , your looking hotter than your picture did you credit form" a man creeps.

Your eyes glare aggressively at the man "fuck off creep"

Had you figured it out?

Gorou was stumbling away in high heels.

You followed him.

"Hey buddy you an't allowed back stage"

"Fuck off " you just smacked past the guard and they yelled "hey...ugh whatever I an't paid enough "

"mr responsible " you complain to yourself, what if it had been a creep trying to get to?

Gorou was sitting in the make up room exhausted his ears droopy staring at a glass of water.

"Hey you" You come up to Gorou

"hey you aren't allowed back here!!" Gorou said in his regular voice.

"I knew it " You cupped Gorou's face and pulled him in for a kiss, he melted in your hands , his tail wagged with gentle swishes and his eyes looked up at you relived and vulnerable.

"I was afraid to tell you"

"You fucking idiot" You hold him tight, tears streaming down your cheeks "Do you know what you put me through?...."

Gorou looks confused. "huh"

"The way you reacted I thought you where cheating on me with Miss Hina"

"What???........I would never!!! You know me" Gorou slides his hand reassuringly on his lover's cheek , peering deep into your eyes, you feel a little more soothed , you can feel his love through his touch and his eyes.

"Well you know me....." You pout a lil.

"aww"

"you veer your head away from him embarrassed"

"My love I was just afraid of what you'd think.......Miko forced me to dress ----"

"That fox bitch I'll deal with her!!!!!!!!!!"

"no please....I want to please my fans, I'm the one who writes for Miss Hina, I don't want to make a scene ....."

"ugh fine but I don't want anyone creeping on you dressed up as like"

"I love you"

"I love you to you idiot" you groan "and thanx"

"For what"

"uhhhh you know for loving a guy as gruff as me.for you know making me feel, you know what I mean" You awkwardly blush as Gorou grabs your hand "You never change do you? and I never want you too" He smiles warmly at you...you feel so loved, so accepted , this man he is you literal soulmate...

#Gorou X Tsundere male reader #gorou x reader #general gorou #gorou #genshin fanfic

[lizajane2]

Outer Banks 1x06

I think Ward also brought John B in because he felt like... I wouldn't say guilty but to make himself feel better about what happened.

JJ reminds me of my first love throughout middle school and high school. Both of them are very similar in personality and similar backgrounds. Goofy as fuck, suffer boy attitude who eventually breaks my heart.

"You wanna complain a little more Kie." Yeah, yeah she does. Cause all she wants is to complain about how Sarah is now included. Without the map, you still wouldn't be finding the treasure.

You know I really thought John B slapped her... it was cute how it became playful.

"I didn't push him." I'm pretty sure you did, Topper.

Ward has his issues but it makes me envy Sarah that she has a dad who treasures the fuck outta her. Like I wouldn't want him to sacrifice his morality but to stick up for me and be there when I need him to be.

"No, that you're a shit-talking bitch." Oh damn.

I thought it was pretty shitty of Kie to give John B an ultimatum. "Her or me," bullshit. Like honey giving a guy an ultimatum is just gonna blow up in your face. It gets you nowhere. "He's gonna have to choose." Oh my god, what? Girl, it's not gonna go the way you want it to.

I just love that these boys ditched these two girls out in the middle of nowhere. It's funny as fuck.

I don't know whose bathing suit is cuter, Kie's red one or Sarah's pink and white floral print. I love both.

And you know what Kie's reason for being pissed off at Sarah is extremely valid. I've had a friend do that to me. Eventually, I didn't care enough to reconcile. Didn't feel like being the bigger person. Maybe I just needed to be trapped out on a boat with her.

JJ caresses Pope's face, "Be safe."

"I'll be so safe. I'll be safe for you."

John B: "Can you guys stop? Stop! I'm gonna kill you."

Pope: "But how would that keep us safe."

I fucking love these assholes, so much! One thing I miss back when I was in public school is having guy friends. I enjoyed the chaos that unfolded.

They made this old blind lady scary as hell... she gave me a fucking heart attack turning towards the screen like that.

I thought it was stupid that they didn't bring anything with them to carry the rest of the gold. Like you had an inkling it was there, why not be prepared for it?

"Why are we always getting shot at?" Yeah price of treasure hunting.

#outer banks #outer banks season 1 #john b routledge #jj maybank #kiara carrera #pope heyward #sarah cameron

[hanayanaa]

OKAY so you're the Splatoon expert I know and I wanna ask, and this is because I havent played Splatoon and thus am not well versed in the Splatoon community, but I havent seen anyone do this with the hair to make it look like cat ears. So my question is, is this a thing in the oc making community? (its 3:47 am i still wanna improve upon this what was supposed to be a quick squidcatears example doodle, so ignore the sloppiness of the doodle OKAY GN)

NO THATS SO CUTE WTF!!!!!!!! i ermmmm really don't pay attention to anyone else's ocs besides mine or my friends LMAOOOO

I mean like fuck it who's gonna stop you it looks slick as hell so go for it. that's the fun in making your own character anyway, literally fuck it, we ball

if you wanna be lore accurate, there's a thing that i completely fucking ignore anyway where inklings have 6 hair thingies (the default hair has 2 in the front, 4 small blobs in the back), and octolings have 4 hair thingies, but it seems even nintendo is ignoring it now because. You can have an afro and a buzzcut

#chatssi #ask #splatoon #splatoon oc #not my oc #fart (friends art)

[cherrypieships]

Hallmark Movie AU

OUGHGHUGHH i can't get this outta my head I have to infodump (under a read more bc if your fic-adjacent posts aren't under a read more in 2022 what is your deal)

It's like. Steve is a big hotshot lawyer in the city who's kinda been living his whole life to please his father. Ignored any inklings of a crush on a boy (Eddie) despite knowing he's bisexual bc his father would neverrr accept that. Broke up with his high school gf (me) and moved out to Indianapolis and threw himself into work and has basically no social life or time for things like Christmas and loved ones etc.

Cut to him losing out on a big case and kinda flipping out, and his best friend Nancy tells him to get out of the city bc oh my god he needs a vacation. He can't really think of anywhere to go so he ends up just going to see his old bestie Robin in Hawkins. He bumps into Eddie at like the grocery store or something and Steve's heart stops. like fully he cannot think because this cute boy from high school is a fully grown handsome man patting his shoulder and asking if he's busy tonight because his wife is cooking something special for dinner.

He kinda deflates at the glint of silver on Eddie's left ring finger but hey, it's still nice to catch up with old friends I guess. And he gets to Eddie's house and who opens the door but ME, his ex-gf and Eddie's now-wife. And I'm sooo mean to him like truly such a frigid bitch because hello he dumped me to become a shadow of his dad who he doesn't even particularly like. And I'm finally happy with my husband and he has the nerve to show up AGAIN.

So Steve awkwardly sits thru dinner with us jealous as hell like what the fuck my ex and the hot dude I was into are not only married but happy without me :( and while I'm so against him spending with us (half bc i'm angry at him and half bc I'm still in love with him) Eddie is all about second chances and the concept of forgiveness so he just keeps bringing him around (half because he knows i still love him and he wants to annoy me and half because Steve Harrington is incredibly charming and he's starting to develop a crush on the guy himself).

Anyway the whole plot is me going 'Eddie I don't wanna see Steve he sucks' and Eddie going 'aw but babe it's Christmas and he's got no family out here let's invite him to the tree lighting and build gingerbread houses and stare lovingly at each other around the fireplace' and Steve having the most incredible burst of bisexual panic and flirting with the two of us at every turn.

And it all comes to a head when he asks Eddie what's going on with me because it's been a week and I'm still kind of icing him out. And Eddie very candidly tells him he's a good person but he needs to get his shit sorted and apologize for hurting me and becoming this borderline unrecognizable person. And Steve tells his father off when he calls to check on business and has A Revelation about Love and Found Family and The Magic of Christmas. And I end up recognizing his growth and forgiving him and the three of us kiss and live happily ever after 🫶🏼

#this got long but i am just Plagued by Boyfriend Thoughts tonight #SELF CARE IS AN EXTENSIVE AU ONLY YOU CARE ABOUT #self shipping #olive talks #hallmark au #steve #eddie

[randomoranges]

heeeyyyy

remember when i wrote things?

i got this silly little idea while on vacay and thinking back to the awks moments betwn the new friendship and the “oh ok were getting back together cool” stage. this takes place during that time étienne visits ed in 2019 from @quatschmachen arc and then a cute little post 2020/20xx bit bcs why not lol

im so rusty lamao hello

also this is strictly from ets pov so like who knows what ed is thinking lol

Paint Speckled Hands

 August 2019

 Étienne’s busy sending Emma a message, when he feels a weight on his right hand. It’s warm and presses down on the top of his hand, before his pinky is being lifted.

 He puts his phone down in time to notice Edward carefully examining his hand, as if suddenly fascinated by it. Étienne has little to no idea what has just taken over his friend and his initial reflex is to pull away, but Edward leans in closer to his space and brings his hand closer to his face.

 “Pray do tell, what exactly are you doing?” He manages to ask, surprised he hasn’t yanked his hand back to the safety of the table, or better yet, underneath his thigh where no one can observe it. He knows what his hands look like and he has no idea what is that has caught Edward’s attention, but it’s – too much.

 “Your hands,” His friend starts, a small amused type of smile gracing his features as he goes on, “They’re speckled with paint.” He states, as if the most obvious and fascinating thing in the world.

 This time, Étienne does take his hand away and he carefully hides it in the confines of the other, suddenly self-conscious. “Yeah? So? It’s not as if it’s fresh paint. I’m not going to dirty your walls or your furniture.”

 It comes out a little harsher than he would have liked, but he feels a little unsure and unmoored by Edward’s comment and action. It’s – not as if Edward doesn’t know of his painting hobby. Edward might be one of the few people who knows about his painting hobby, but – this isn’t the same Edward who would crash at his for days on end. His friendship with Edward is new now and his friend is – more put together. Has a stable, loving relationship and is different.

 Or – Étienne hasn’t really figured out where he stands with Edward and everything is tentative and new again and he doesn’t want to fuck it up. He hates it as much as he’s entirely thankful that he has this. It’s better than nothing and he dares to hope that with time, the easy friendship he’d once had with Edward would return. It doesn’t matter if Edward never wants to sleep with him ever again. He respects that. Respects the fact that Edward moved on and he knows that with the proper time, he’ll move on as well. The friendship is what matters, but if Edward casually reaches out for his hand out of the blues to tenderly examine it, he may need a moment’s warning, is all.

 “I know that, silly.” Edward says with an easy sort of grin that settles his nerves a little. He hasn’t done anything wrong (yet) and Edward isn’t mad at him (yet). “I haven’t seen them this speckled in ages, is all.” Edward grows quiet and pensive and Étienne wonders what memory has taken over his mind or what thought has unravelled itself for him to consider.

 “Yeah, well, we didn’t really see each other for a while and I wasn’t really painting either.” It’s still a touch too defensive, but either Edward doesn’t pick up on it, or his friend lets it slide for now.

 He doesn’t know what’s made him so self conscious about his hands, but he has an inkling it has to do with the fact that he’s kept his painting to himself for so long. (Okay, he knows it’s precisely because of that and because he doesn’t want anyone to comment or mock him for it, but he needs to remember that Edward had always known and Edward had never judged him for it. Hell, he’d gifted his friend with a painting just recently. (The fact that said painting is still up in the living room is a thought to examine later.))

 “You started painting again?” Edward looks genuinely pleasantly surprised and there’s something hopeful about the expression on his face. Étienne looks away from him for a moment, conveniently ignoring the way his heart skips a beat and instead he shrugs his shoulders in a noncommittal gesture.

 He doesn’t know why he’s so dodgy about his hobbies, or what prompted him to keep them so close to his heart, but somewhere in the back of his mind, a voice reminds him that Edward is his friend and Edward, despite their fallout, never judged him for the things he liked. Therefore, if they’re meant to be mending their friendship, he supposes he can offer a better answer, before Edward decides that he’s had enough of Étienne’s whatever and ends the conversation.

 “I mean, yeah, on and off,” He pauses, knowing full well this answer isn’t any better, but he also doesn’t want to bore Edward with all the details.  “I’ve also been doing murals, sometimes.” He’s surprised by how easily he says that and hopes he won’t come to regret it.

 Edward, luckily, looks delightfully surprised by this new information and pulls the seat beside him to sit. “No way! What gives, Maisonneuve? I thought your art was a private thing no one could ever see ever.” The tease is gentle, but Étienne rolls his eyes, remembering full well the number of times he’d told Edward those very words.

 “A friend asked me to help with their mural a few years back. I liked it and then got a chance to work on one. Plus, it’s not permanent. The mural either gets painted over a few years later, or time has a go of it. It’s a good compromise.” He watches for Edward’s reaction over his glasses and his friend doesn’t disappoint.

 “That’s so cool! You never told me,” He scolds gently, “D’you have any pictures of the murals?”

 Of course, Edward wants to see. Edward has always wanted to see his art. Étienne recalls those first few times, years and decades ago, when Edward had found one of his sketchbooks and had near demanded to see. Étienne had let him, if a little reluctantly, and Edward had been intrigued in the art, but had never been mean about it. His questions had always been honest and sincere and Étienne had never minded giving him explanations.

 It’s nice to know that some things, despite everything, have not changed.

 “I never told you, because it never came up, but if you give a moment, I can look on my phone.”

 Edward is delighted and the distraction of looking on his phone buys him some time to calm his erratic beating heart and take a few grounding breaths.  He eventually finds the photos he’s looking for and hands his phone over to Edward. He doesn’t look while his friend peruses the photos and instead takes another look at his paint speckled hands. It’s not that he’s afraid, but there’s just too much going on and he hadn’t been expecting any of this. This is both very similar to before and at the same completely new. He has no script for this and thus, finds his footing uneven.

 However, once more, he shouldn’t have worried, for Edward is nothing but expressive as he looks at the photos. He has more questions than Étienne has answers to, and as they go through each documented mural, Étienne finds himself slowly relaxing, comforted by Edward’s genuine curiosity and the grounding weight of Edward’s hand on his own.

 “D’you think,” Edward starts and then pauses, moments later, “You could show some of them to me? If they’re still around? Next time I’m in town?”

 If Étienne didn’t know better, he would say that Edward sounds a little shy and hesitant, but Étienne’s surprise at the question takes over instead. He blinks slowly, making sure he understood correctly, before he gives a tentative nod.

 Edward’s bright smile is all he needs for now.

 --

 August 20XX

 Étienne’s busy sending Emma a message, when he feels a weight on his right hand. It’s warm and presses down on the top of his hand, before his pinky is being lifted.

 He puts his phone down in time to notice Edward carefully examining his hand, as if suddenly fascinated by it. Étienne has little to no idea what has just taken over his boyfriend and his initial reflex is to pull away, but Edward leans in to his space and brings his hand closer to his face, pressing a gentle kiss to his knuckles.

 Étienne grins and watches on ever so fond, “Pray do tell, what exactly are you doing?” He manages to ask, despite enjoying the sudden attention.

 “Your hands,” His boyfriend starts, a small amused type of smile graces his features as he goes on, kissing each finger in turn, “They’re speckled with paint.” Edward says, utterly endeared, as if it’s the most normal of observations.  

 Étienne laughs and pulls Edward close, enjoying the warmth of his body so close to his own, “That’s usually what happens when someone paints.”

 Edward links their hands together, never letting go of Étienne’s speckled hand and holds it close and closer still. “I know, and it’s a wonderful thing.”

 FIN

#pc: montreal #pc: edmonton #edward murphy #étienne maisonneuve #fic #projocanondoko