#Source: Mommy Mommy Where's My Brain?

[maxzinn]

AAAAAAA ok hear me out again PLEASE SHSGDHJ

Part 2

Me brain imagining reader being yanqing’s mom… like 200 years younger than jing yuan (i guess) and this is how the found family trope starts to take turn ✨ Mara struck and abominations of Yaoshi ruined the peace held within the alchemy commission, the lively hustle and bustle of healers and vendors were suddenly cut short by the chaos caused by the monsters who did nothing else than to cause harm and wreak havoc.

As the people of the Luofu ran for safety to save themselves... you, a single mother who only wanted to buy vitamins and herbs for your baby boy, got cornered by the abominations of abundance.

Holding your toddler in your arms, you tried to shield him from the fire and hush his cries to atleast bring him a feeling of protection and safety. Slowly stepping back, you hit the wall and coughed as the smoke began to fill your lungs. You tried to cover baby Yanqing's nose but were getting weaker by the minute, the smoke almost suffocating you.

When you collapsed as you sat down, still holding him, Yanqing's cries grew louder as he tried to protect you from the monsters with his wooden toy sword (awwh 😭)

Suddenly a slash of a weapon was heard and the abominations collapsed on the ground. Relieved that you and your little boy would be saved, you tried to thank your savior as you peered through your half-lidded eyes.

Huge stature, fluffy white hair, golden eyes brighter than the sun... you fainted, only hearing the sounds of Yanqing asking the man for help and the said man trying to wake you up as you passed out.

When you wake up in an unfamiliar room and immediately sat up when you remembered Yanqing, but due to your poor condition, you ended up coughing.

"now now, take it easy"

you looked at the source of the voice and saw the general, standing by the door still holding the knob as he seemed like he was just about to enter the room.

"g-general? what's... wait, where is-" as if on cue, a certain little blonde haired boy who was hiding behind the general's legs, peeked to look at you and his eyes lit up once he saw you were awake.

"mommy!" your sweet boy ran towards you and hopped on the bed to embrace you.

you immediately checked him for any injuries or burns when the general interrupted your thoughts.

"the little man is safe, I can assure you that. I had him checked by the healers for any other health issues, thankfully he's alright and unscathed. looks like you were the only one who was in need of help" his golden eyes stares at you as you sighed in relief.

"thank the aeons..." you breathed and patted the top of Yanqing's head, smiling so beautifully. Jing Yuan found the glow of motherhood in you so beautiful and endearing that he found himself interested, chuckling at the sight of you doting on Yanqing.

As you heard his chuckles, you pulled out of your thoughts and remembered that the general is in fact inside the room... in who know's room... with you and your child...

You soon became conscious of your actions when your brain finally registered his presence so you turned your gaze to meet his, but eventually wandered as you couldn't bear to hold your gaze.

"thank you... for taking care of my son" you shyly mumble a little thanks

he laughs as he noticed the change, "relax, you've been quite through a lot maam". his gaze still bore on you, "may I ask for your name?"

you slowly look up to meet his gaze, "y/n... general"

"y/n huh..."

unbeknownst to the both of you, while you and the general were exchanging words and staring at each other's eyes, Yanqing was quietly watching it all unfold... his eyes alternately looking at you and the general in confusion, and made an unbelievable conclusion... right in front of the general so boldly.

"...are you gonna kiss?"

"Yanqing!" you sputtered

should I make a part 2 of this? hmm...

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[pedge-page]

Maybe Preggo needs a pedicure? Or help shaving??

how about both!

Joel Dealing with Preggo Wife: Spa Day

Warnings: thigh fucking, some degrading language, a bit of m masturbation, use of razors to shave, Daddy/Mommy used lightly

18+ ONLY

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Joel is sitting on the edge of the tub as you prop your calf over his thigh. His heavily pregnant wife has her hair in a turban, green minty mud mask slopped over your face. You’re leaned back so far trying to spread your legs that your chin is just right above the soapy waterline. 

“I told you, you need to get IN the tub to shave my ass.”

Joel’s got your fancy scented shaving cream and a 5 blade razor in one hand, his trousers soaked from suds and bath water as you continue to squirm around trying to get comfortable. This whole ordeal is taking way longer because he doesn’t want to accidecanlly knick you, but you keep moving without forewarning him!

“I don’t understand,” he huff for the third time. “Why do I need to shave your pussy and ass, if you’re getting a PEDICURE?”

Did feet spa evolve into something that he wasn’t aware of?

“You don’t. But I haven’t shaved in a long time and I need my legs shaved for my pedicure. And while I’m at it, might as well do the whole thing.”

“You mean, while I’M at it.”

“Yes exactly!” you say, all giddy that he’s finally getting it now.

He leans back to get a view of where he might be working between your legs.

“It’s all soap. I can’t see a thing.”

You roll your eyes and throw your leg off him. His shirt wrinkles from the soapy fingers that grip it tightly as you pull him down to you. So much so that he’s lurching for the other end of the tub to hold himself from tumbling in.

“Get. In. The. Tub.” You seethe. Why is it so fucking difficult?

He purses his lips, but your eyes don’t back down.

Joel curses under his breath before sitting and stripping his shirt over his head.

You do little hand claps, licking your lips as if you’re getting a tasty treat. Forgetting that this is entirely a different kind of treatment.

 As he shucks off his pants and boxers, now fully naked with his semi hard cock dangling between his legs, you tap your clit and whisper “Settle down, girl,” in hopes of trying to be a good client to your free-worker husband.

Joel clambers in the tub, hissing at the heat of the water. For someone who wants the AC blowing like a winter wonderland in the house, it amazes him that you’re still good with bathing in lava.

He sits his knees up, crammed in such a terribly awkward position since he’s got to get down low. Thankfully the tub is big enough for the two of you to face each other.

“Spread,” he orders you, and you have to clench your fist by your side, easing your nub to stop jumping so excitedly underwater from his voice. You do your best to drape your ankles over the sides of the tub, your lower back comforted by the tub-pillow that Joel had bought you.

The razor glints in his veiny paw. “Daddy has sharp tools in his hand. Are you gonna behave?”

You nod vigorously. 

He aligns himself as close as possible, pushing the bubbles away so he can see under the water. Even with your bump in the way, it’s already difficult to see straight down to the source of your turmoil. His hands gently caress your inner thighs, getting a feel for his working area the same way he does for any detailed project he’s about to take on. Joel got such steady, careful movements when it comes to his craft, but having him look at you like a piece of valuable wood he’s about to carve a beautiful rose into is making you wet in a different way.

He dips the razor below the water and begins to shave away the hair that had been growing between your thighs, over top and around, before making his way to your slit. 

“Isn’t there a better way to do this?” He asks. He’s hesitant, not because he doesn’t think he can do it, but because he doesn’t trust your sporadic brain possibly jumping on him and cutting yourself. 

“Probably,” you snicker. 

He puffs his cheeks but gets back to work, trimming your front neatly in slow movements. If he just focuses entirely on your folds, the slippery traces of your juices evident even through the sudsy water, he can just keep his eyes from drifting up to your bouncing enormous breasts floating happily above.

“Alright, that’s the best I can get. Your ass is just gonna have to…”

You’re already moving like a hippo in the shallows, sloshing the water around as you roll over to your knees and sit up. Your pregnant belly sags heavily towards the water. But you manage to prop your arms over the edge and wiggling your naked butt to him.

He pinches his eyes together with his finger and thumb. THIS is why he didn’t want to get in the tub. Was it over you hurting yourself? A little. Doing reckless shit like this with a baby who could bump its head into the basin? Possibly. 

Having to now sit up to shave your ass, baring his hard cock close enough to you that he won’t be able to keep you placate if you were to turn around?

Yeah.

“C’mon, baby can’t dangle like this all day,” you hum. You sway your hips again enticingly.

You don’t expect the sharp slap to jolt you forward a bit, a gasp falling from your lips as the sound echoes in the bathroom.

You feel his stomach and chest drape over your back, his hot breath steaming over your shoulder. “Told you,” he grumbles. “To behave.” His large hand caress below your bump, helping to hold some of the weight while his other fists his cock and slides its between your thighs.

You bite your lip and moan lightly, eyes closed as he rocks you back and forth on his dick. He doesn’t penetrate, just glides through your thighs, all soapy while his tip nudges your clit each time it punctures through to the other side.

You’re both so wet over each other, warm and dizzy from the steam of the room as he fucks your slit. 

“Just don’t know when to be a good girl.” 

You shake your head. On the contrary, you know EXACTLY when to be a bad girl. 

“Daddy, put it in,” you whine. You can’t take your hands away from the edge of the tub, less you slip and tumble down due to the weight of your baby. 

You feel the rumble of his chest, laughing at your demands. “Bad Mommies don’t get cock up their slutty cunts—“

His voice goes quiet when you arch your back and wail out in pleasure, your clit twitching and thighs quaking with the unmistakable sign of your orgasm washing through you. 

Joel sits back as you heave through your pants. 

“Wow. That was… you needed that, Huh?”

You slowly roll over to you butt safely on the tub floor again, hazily nodding as you come to your senses. You begin to notice Joel’s fist pumping his cock underwater, fully okay with just jerking off as he watches your naked pregnant body covered in soap and dripping wet like a goddess.

“Your turn,” you hum, and Joel grins, parting his legs slightly as you crawl close to him. 

He’s not ready for the super human strength you have when you hoist on of his ankles up in the air, pulling him down until his head dips under water.

 He struggles up and sputters out the nasty taste he inhaled through his nose. “What??”

Joel wipes the soap and water from his eyes and slicks his hair back to see you with a razor in one hand and a deathgrip around his ankle in the other.

“You should shave too. Its just courtesy since they’ll be touching your crusty feet, plus when they put the moisturizer and hot towel and stones on your legs, it won’t get all stuck up in your hair—“

“WHAT are you on about? I’m not getting the pedicure. YOU are!”

But your eyes get all (fake) shiny with (fake) tears, you’re lower lip trembling with a (fake) pout. “You mean,” you hiccup, your voice soft and sad and FUCK if it were anyone else, you’d have them convened with an Oscar worth performance, “you don’t wanna… do it … with me?” 

He’s not falling for it. “That’s Maria’s thing with you.”

Your voice goes straight in a matter of fact tone, foregoing the sad pregnant hormonal voice. “Actually she and Tommy are taking trip up north so she canceled this weekend.”

Joel curses Tommy in his mind for letting such an important detail slip his mind. “Mhm. So I’m her substitute.”

“NooOoo! You’re my husband and you want to do this with me because you love spending time with me!”

Joel narrows his eyes. His cock twitches helplessly between his legs, and it doesn’t seem like you’re inching to give him a hand.

“Now hold still, Mommy has sharp tools in her hands. Wouldn’t want any accidents.”

Your fingers that are wrapped around his foot slowly glaze along his thigh, down below the water, tickling his skin until you’re oh so close to his inner thigh. tensing, he feels your knuckles graze his length.

 And if you behave like a good Daddy, you’ll get your reward.” There’s a sadistic curl to your sweet little grin. 

Joel settles back and closes his eyes as you begin hacking off the forest on his calves. He tries sending a signal to his cock to get comfy, because there’s no way he’s squirming or making any movements while you’ve got a weapon in your hand. He opens one eye to see you happily shaving his legs, splashing water over top so it washes away his clear skin.

He decides he’ll let his little wife play in her sandbox. 

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“Ow-OW-OWW!” Joel shouts. The technician huffs in frustration as he flicks his feet away from her for the 5th time.

You grip his bicep from the chair next to him. “Joel. Calm down. It’s just—“

“She’s cheese grating my feet!”

He’s squirming like a toddler who doesn’t like the feeling of shit up his ass, were it not for the fact that he’s a grown ass man just getting a pedicure. 

You shake your head. “It’s a pumice stone. To remove your calluses. You got so much dead skin on there, because you never come here when I tell you!”

“It’s a cheese grater, and she’s grating my feet off.”

His feet DID need a lot of work. They were dry, always scratching you in your sleep whenever you cuddle up. His legs did look shiny though, thanks to your hard work hunched over the tub shaving. It was the least you could do for the poor lady trying to tend to his hobbit feet.

When the placed the hot stones on your calves, you sighed happily. Joel’s eyes were wide, and when they touched his shins, he screamed.

You giggled under your hand. Yeah, he’s making an embarrassment of himself, shouting and cursing and squirming everywhere because he’s so sensitive. He probably thinks the rest of the women in here are laughing at him and his fragile manhood, his pregnant wife dragging him here to get a pedicure. But you see the looks on their faces, it’s a mix of awe and jealousy to have such a hunk of a man want to do something fun with his wife, so secure in his masculinity. You grab his hand and kiss his knuckles.

He offers you his gritted teeth, lips pulled back as he tries to smile through the pain, all pressed back against the massage chair like he wants to fall behind it, holding in his next shout when she clips his cuticles. 

He’s getting his cock sucked so good tonight, you can’t wait to spoil him.

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[disturbedwoodelf]

Dad!Matt headcannons

warnings: none, just pure cuteness, may cause baby fever 🫣

taglist 🏷️

Dad!Matt who takes his daughter to her ballet classes while mama is at work

“Look at you go babygirl! Pose for mommy!”

“Do I look pretty daddy?”

“You look beautiful sweetheart! How about when you’re done with class, we go get ice cream? Just don’t tell mommy!”

Dad!Matt who does daddy/daughter days with his daughter

“Matt, is she wearing a face mask?!”

“What?! She said she wanted to look like mommy!”

“AND ice cream before dinner?! Matthew!”

Dad!Matt who insists on co-sleeping

“Matt, it’s her bedtime, she needs to sleep in her own room tonight.”

“No! Look at her! She even brought her book for us to read to her!”

“*sigh* fine, but it won’t happen again, tonight’s the last night.”

and that’s said every night and she never ends up sleeping alone

Dad!Matt who does typical reckless dad things, almost giving mom a heart attack

“Matt! Put the baby down!”

“Why?! They love it! Look at that smile!”

Dad!Matt who signed up his kid for hockey as soon as they were able to walk

“Oh, god, isn’t hockey dangerous?”

“Don’t worry, they’ll be fine!”

“They do look pretty cute in all that gear.”

Dad!Matt who teaches the baby video games

“Okay, we have 5 minutes before mommy gets out of the shower and tells me I’m rotting your brain, let’s win this battle royale.”

Dad!Matt who insists on taking the baby on a roadtrip to Boston instead of planes because he heard the plane fumes can harm the baby

“Matt, I think it’ll be okay to bring them on the plane.”

“No way! I heard the fumes from the air can cause the baby to grow an eleventh toe.”

“…where did you hear that?”

“TikTok, it’s a great source of information.”

WHEEW IM OVULATING GUYS AND I HAVE SUCH BAD BABY FEVER OH MY LORD

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo #sturniolo smut #christopher sturniolo #fandom #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo fluff #matthew sturniolo smut #matthew #christopher sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo smut #nicolas sturniolo smut #nick sturniolo smut #nate doe #nathan doe

[kittysarchive]

I saw this💕 - https://www.tumblr.com/kittysarchive/746511275996168192/xdinary-heroes-what-they-liked-to-be-called?source=share

Can you do one for txt as well please ? 🥺💕

I'd love to!!!

Yeonjun

Daddy

Would you disagree? Yeonjun gives major vibes of wanting to be called daddy. It gives out both authority, fun and a sense of dominance to Yeonjun. Either calling him Daddy during sex or just to rile him up, Yeonjun will get hard. Being called Daddy also activates a more ruthless version of him.

"D-Daddy!" You whine out, gasping for air as Yeonjun jack hammers you. "You like being fucked by daddy huh?" His eyes darken, continuing to ruthlessly fuck you into the mattress, bed squeaking from his hard and deep thrusts.

Pretty boy

this one is specifically for when you are riding him or he is eating you out. In fact any position where he holds no power. Being all fucked out as you ride him or being all pussy drunk as he slurps your juices up.... Being called Pretty not only compliments him, it also encourages Yeonjun, that what he is doing is right.

Soobin

Daddy

Running in the Hyung line, being older, being called Daddy stirs something. It doesn't necessarily brig out the ruthless, fuck your brains out like Yeonjun, it brings out the I will still fuck your brains out with love type. You get it?

"Daddy loves you so much" Soobin grunts above you, his thrusts coming harder and harder. Your whines become louder. "Go on, moan for daddy" He pants, falling in love with your fucked out face and sounds.

Baby

Steering away from the fuck your brains out, Baby is a cute, simple word to address him by. Be careful to not call in baby after you called him daddy, that could reck the whole mood/vibe :(

Beomgyu

Pretty boy/good boy

THE PRASIE!!!! calling Beomgyu pretty boy, my good boy, such a good boy for mommy etc will make him cum so much harder! He wants to feel loved by you as well as used by you! Saying those words will make Beomgyu feel all giddy :)

"Mommy's good boy" You pant above him, rolling your hips over his. Beomgyu whines below you. "your good boy" Beomgyu cries out, on the verge of tearing up and Cuming.

Dumb puppy/Dumb baby

Degrade him or praise him. He doesn't care. Uttering the words of how bad he is or how much of a slut he is, makes him so horny. Getting used by you, getting degraded by you, getting called a slut.... Beomgyu will become a crying, whining and Cumming mess underneath you.

Taehyun

Sir

Don't let his innocent face fool you, 87% of the time he is the dom in bed. Call him Sir, and he will have you bent over the table, fucking you hard as he slaps your ass cheeks till, they turn red. Call him Sir and he'll start calling you his slut, his pretty, personal slut.

"Yes...sir" You smiled innocently, knowing what you just caused. Seeing how his eyes darkened, you started to undress yourself. "Such a slut..." He stepped towards you, eyeing you as you undressed yourself, awaiting for his hands on your ass.

Baby

When he is subbing, he just wants to be cared for. Please call him baby or your baby! Being cared for and used plus being called baby....or your baby is what he wants in his life! To me, he is a huge switch.

Kai

Slut

He may be subbing, but that doesn't mean he doesn't want to be degraded! Most possibly being younger then you, you have more power, more power to use him how you want, how to treat him how you want and how to talk to him how you want!

"Such a slut" You said sharply, bouncing your hips down on his.. At such a fast pace, Kai was tearing up beneath you. "I-I'm not a s-slut" Kai struggled to say, fighting back the insult. You only laugh as you continue to bounce on him. Who was he to say that while you were still full of energy? Who was he to say that when he came minutes ago?

Baby

It isn't good to always degrade someone in sex, calling him baby switched it up! Of course he, Kai doesn't mind how you use it. My slutty baby, my pretty baby, my dumb baby, my tired baby. It doesn't matter to Kai.

#txt smut #txt scenarios #txt headcanons #txt hard thoughts #txt hard hours #txt soft thoughts #txt soft hours #sub reader #dom reader

[cynical-canidae]

I had an epiphany yesterday lying awake in bed and now I completely understand Aziraphale's motivations and decisions in s2e6. This is coming from someone who on first watch-through was also upset with Aziraphale. However, I have changed my mind. Instead, I am deeply saddened for him.

Some of this may be obvious, but bear with me. I will try to be to the point, but I am a rambler. So come along for the ride!! I talk about emotionally abusive parents, so if that bothers you, don't read on.

Crowley's relationship with his parent (God/Heaven) is meant to symbolize that of someone who has been disowned/cut them out of their life. And Aziraphale's relationship with his parent (God/Heaven) is that of one who still has that figure in their life. Someone who still has to interact with them. Someone who has not separated themself from their source of trauma, so it keeps happening/they have had no time to heal. From personal experience, this creates a very complex dynamic between you and your parent figure/abuser, and exploring this PERFECTLY explains why Aziraphale does what he does.

Here is why.

When you have an emotionally abusive parent, it's really, REALLY hard to unpack. You are taught that your parent can do no wrong. They're always right. If they do something awful to you, then it must be your fault. You learn to associate this treatment with love. Because that's the thing, isn't it? They love you. They tell you they love you. They're doing this "because they love you." They want "what's best for you." You're ungrateful if you think otherwise.

It can be super hard to grow out of this mindset because your self-worth becomes solely dependent on your ability to make them happy and please them. Even if you can acknowledge that they are abusive, it still takes a lot to stop associating their approval with being loved and having a purpose.

It is even harder when you have not separated yourself from this constant cycle. It can be so, so frustrating because YOU love THEM. You probably shouldn't, but you do. You WANT to make it work. You WANT their approval. You WANT this happy world where they can magically be like "Oh, I understand the error of my ways. Let's be a proper, happy family from now on." Even if they have been abhorrent to you and you can acknowledge that, you still love them. It would be so much easier if you didn't, but you do.

That's why you keep hope. You defensively keep them at arm's length. Sometimes, you see moments where you truly believe they could change. Maybe they do something nice or maybe they respect a boundary they didn't before. These moments stay with you even when they cross that same old line. The moment you feel like "maybe everyone was right. Maybe I would be better off without them," these moments drag you through the bad times. It's why people saying "why don't you just leave them?" is so frustrating (though it may be true). Because you have this optimistic idea of how things could be in your head. You would rather keep trying than admit that your parent doesn't truly love you. You would rather keep trying because your brain thinks their approval is the one thing that you can't live without.

Does this sound familiar?

Aziraphale is the culmination of millions and millions of years of mommy issues, and in s2e6, he's just been given a whole platter of things to doubt himself on. The Archangel Gabriel actually feels the same way, very done with Heaven's bullshit. He even did this very forbidden, totally against regulation thing that Aziraphale has also kept quiet (falling in love with your "hereditary enemy"). The Metatron, who Aziraphale was definitely NOT keen on beforehand, is actually surprisingly understanding and kind. To which Aziraphale pointedly says he believes HE (Zira) misjudged them (The Metatron). SO understanding, in fact, to the point that The Metatron even shows what could be acceptance of Aziraphale working with Crowley. Even perhaps reinstating them to be an angel.

This is very important because this is what every person in this situation dreams of hearing. Your abusive parent admitting that they might have made a mistake. They were wrong. Because if they're wrong, that means that what you believe about yourself (it's all your fault the way they treated you; it's not fixable) can possibly be wrong, too. The Metatron saying that to Aziraphale means Heaven could have been in the wrong for casting out Crowley. (NOT at ALL that Crowley is not good enough for Heaven.) That Heaven has the capacity to change for the better and continue doing good even greater than before.

So I really don't think Aziraphale was drugged or anything like that at all. I think he is unwilling to let go of this hope of Heaven changing for the better, which is why he was so, SO excited to share the news. Saying he "wasn't as devastated" by their little breakup or doing it to be malicious is incredibly not true. He loves Crowley just as much. They certainly need to work on their communication, yes, obviously.

However, they ultimately disagreed on this one little thing. EXACTLY LIKE the Gabriel situation. Crowley's solution is to be as far away from the danger as possible. And Aziraphale's solution is to try to fix it. The disagreement in the beginning of the season foreshadowed their disagreement at the very end of this season. Only this time, they've run out of ridiculous "apology" dances and bandaid solutions to distract from the fact they won't talk to each other.

Thank you for reading my word vomit lmao. 🫰🐺

#kris shut up #good omens #good omens spoilers #good omens 2 spoilers #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #theory #but really just a character analysis #i guess #mommy issues #they both need therapy #ineffable bureaucracy #text #the metatron #cynical-canidae

[romanoffsbish]

Dialogue Prompt List 2.0

Angst/Fluff/Smut/ H/C prompts listed. (18+)

— = Y/N or Character

I write wlw exclusively, but feel free to rearrange gendered pronouns for your fics. ❤️

Angst

“What the fuck told you this was a good plan, hm?” / “I just wanted to do something nice for you…” / “Yeah, well you failed!”

“Me? Love you? *incredulous laughter* Look, I know you live in delusion most days, but this is ridiculous. You’re unlovable —.”

“So this was just a game to you, why?” / “I always loved a challenge, but it turned out you were an easy catch, I’m bored now.”

“Making me fall in love with you when you never intended to stay was cruel, —.” / “I told you from the start I’d only break your heart —.” / “I thought you were joking since you slept with me an hour later!” / “Yeah, that’s where you made a mistake. You chose to be foolish and entangle the heart where it never had a chance to thrive.”

“This is all your fucking fault —!” … “You never should’ve come here, you are clearly only capable of making things worse.”

Fluff

“Please tell me there isn’t something on my face —?” / “What?” / “You’re staring…” /“oh, no, I just got lost in your eyes for a second. You’re just so mesmerizing.”

“Hey —!” / “Hey —(nickname/term of endearment), what’s got you so excited, hm?” / “I’m about to ask my crush out…” / “Oh, um, I wish you the best of luck.” / *awkward obvious silence* / “Hey —.” / “Yeah?” *soft/sad whisper* / “Are you free tonight? Say 6? I scored tickets to the local game.” / “Wait, I thought.” *pause of realization* “Oh my gosh, you like me?”

“Has anyone ever told you that you have the prettiest eyes?” / *Person B rolls them* “Only you, about a hundred times.” / *Person A chuckles nervously* “Well it’s the truth, I have never been lost and found all in one go. But whenever I look into them thats what happens.” / “Yet you haven’t asked me out.” / “I believe in the long game —, I would never want to rush our forever.”

“Stop it!” / “Stop what” / “Looking at me like I’m all you’ll ever want. It’s unfair.” / “How so?” / “Because it gives me hope.” / “Have you ever considered it’s not hope, but a sign that you should go out on a date with me tonight.” / “Oh…” / *Person B winks* “I’ll pick you up at 7 sweetheart.”

“I adore —, but it’s definitely a bit one sided.” / “That’s it, we’re taking you for an eye exam, clearly you’ve gone blind.” / “This isn’t funny, I love them so much—, but...” / *Person B interrupts A’s pity party* “Hey Y/N!” * R looks up and hums with a warm smile, as her eyes cast over to Person A / Person B smirks at the visible proof.* / “— wants you to meet her on the roof tonight, wear your evening best.” / “Oh, why? I-is this a date?” / *Person A went to speak, to shut it down but B confirms in an instant. R’s eyes widen, and then she squeals a yay before leaving* / “See —? I expect to be the maid of honor.”

Smut

“Meet me in my room in five…” / “Why?” / “So I can make those pretty eyes of yours roll to the back of your head silly girl…”

“Tell me how badly you want it sweetie.” / “Bad enough that I’d let you fuck me raw.”

“We’re leaving.” / “What? Why? I’m having fun!” / “We can have fun at home —.” / “I’m not going —.” / “Fine, then I guess I’ll just have to fuck you here in front of everyone. Maybe then they’ll finally know who you belong to, and you’ll also remember.”

“I am studying —, I can’t take any breaks.” / *takes your caffeine source* “Honey, that’s precisely the problem, you are overworking yourself, and you need mommy to wipe your brain of thought.”

“Take it off, please.” / “You turned a blind eye to my advances —, so you can remain in the dark as I fuck you senseless too.”

Hurt / Comfort

“—, you need to get out of bed, it’s been weeks…” / “It’s okay —, you don’t have to pretend to care.” / “I’m not, so please, let me care for you until you can do it for yourself.” / *timid whispers* “okay…”

“Hey —, do you think I’ll ever find love?” / “Where is this coming from —? Of course you will.” / “Then why haven’t I? The unsavory truth is simple—I’m unlovable.” / “No, it’s because you haven’t noticed me…”

“You belong here —.” / “The team doesn’t seem to agree” *while packing a duffle / “Last time I checked the team was made up of idiots with ego-stroking agendas. The last thing we need is to lose one of the few genuinely selfless souls.” … “Not that that means what you did was right. It’s just also not the end of the world either. It’s okay.”

“Are you okay?” / “No.” / “How can I fix that?” / “I don’t think I can be fixed.” / “How about you let me try? I’ll remind you everyday just how loved you are. I can’t imagine a world without you —, so please let me be here for you so I never have to.”

“What’s wrong?” / “It’s all gray now.” / “What is?” / “The world. Nothing fits. It’s all just catastrophe and chaos. I feel so lost.” / “Sometimes being lost is a good thing.” / “How so?” / “It’s merely a sign to tell you that your path needs rerouting dear, it’s how evolution remains possible. This isn’t the end you see, it’s only just the beginning of something new.” / “I really like that.” / “I like you” (cheesy little kiss to follow 🥹)

#writing prompts #writing prompt #fluff prompt #fluff prompts #angst prompts #angst prompt #smut prompts #smut prompt #hurt / comfort prompt #hurt / comfort prompts

[starryficsfinishwen]

no idea if you take requests or not but this can just be a random ramble; it’s very likely that Roland has parental issues so imagine him with a motherly s/o ,,, she’s so caring and loving to him not knowing he has these issues (since he doesn’t talk about them lol). definitely loves calling his s/o mommy or smth .uujjrjfj and he will be thankful and shows that he is (+ in bed too bye)

I'm not very sure if I want to take requests and all (I'm a really slow writer, and I mostly function if I find the idea stimulating enough for me to move my butt LOL) but I do appreciate ideas and thoughts (and brain rots!) sent to me! so you're all good, anon! I'll update my pinned post to add that bit there~

and omg?? I find this idea great! I admit that I haven't even thought of this before— I agree with this! since we rarely heard from Roland's past, apart from him being part of that messed up show (correct me if I'm wrong), it does seem likely~

[small scene below~ will contain NSFW down there] mdni banner by @/cafekitsune

“Roland,” you softly tutted as you pulled him closer to you, making him sit in the chair, “look at you...what happened this time?”

“I was just carrying out the commandant's orders, dear,” Roland purred, somehow trying to charm his way to you, “no need to worry; my wound isn't very deep.”

Oh, it's not deep alright. His right arm, now resting on the table, had a thin, clean line in the middle, red vital fluid dripping from the source, pooling to where his arm rested, and onto the hospital floor. Tearing through the skin's protective layer, some wires peeked out, creating an impression of a deep gash, almost like a bloody mess if he were human. You looked at your lover with a sigh, before pulling your kit close to you. Without a word, you start cleaning his injury.

“You may be a construct; heck, an ascendant, even,” you sighed once more, before looking at him with genuine worry and pity, “do know that you'll still end up here in the clinic with a hole in your body if you're not careful next time.”

“But that's just how we are, darling.” Roland's lips form into a straight line, oblivious to the pain signals in his mind as you gently start cleansing and patching up his arm, “We're machines; not some weak human like you.”

“That's true, but guess who's the weak one here right now,” seems like the jab to you only made you smile instead, “This is the fifth time you've been sent to my clinic, and I can see it in your face that this is hurting you. But I know you're acting like it's not, so I'll pretend that it hurts for you.”

Clean, fast, and concise— you easily patched up his hand, as if there were no injury there at all, apart from the gauze you wrapped around it. Roland's heart trembled, as he looked at you, bringing your hand to your lips, and placing it in his injured arm.

“And to me, you're never a machine. Besides,” you suddenly admit, a faint blush spreading across your face, “I'd much rather see you smile and crack jokes outside of this clinic than to see you hurt here.”

You choke on your own words, before muttering, “You look human when you do that.”

So gentle, so tender. An act, that no romantic play could replicate, as you coughed and looked away, yet keeping your hand there, your warmth permeating through the gauze and into his wound; it felt like it was healing faster even, seemingly expressing your affection. Roland's own cheeks flush a lighter shade of pink, somehow aware of your actions.

“Mommy.”

A deafening silence befalls between you two. Roland, unknowingly, blurts it out, causing him to cover his mouth. But you. You started to laugh, a tickling sensation in your throat. Roland could only look at you in horror, but you only laughed.

“Mommy? Did you just call-”

“I'm sorry,” he apologizes, the innocence of him looking away and scratching the nape of his neck almost awes you, “I-I didn't really-”

“It's okay, Roland,” You assured, rubbing his injured arm gently, “it's cute. If it makes you comfortable, then you can call me that.”

Your smile is all it takes for Roland to realize he's falling for you. Your gentle gaze, your charming smile— it makes him feel so at home, that he laughs along with you. When both of your laughs die down, you're both met again with silence, but this time, it's a silence worth knowing, for feelings to sink in.

“Does...” he's the first to break the comforting silence, all facade of theatrics seemingly melting away, “does it hurt?”

“What does?”

“You said that you'll pretend you're the one who's hurt,” he swallows thickly, “does it hurt...?”

“Yes...yes, it does.”

“Can I be the one to patch it up, then?” He takes your hand and places it lightly on his lips, closing his eyes and inhaling your scent.

You nodded shyly, scooting closer to him as your cheeks matched his rosy ones, “Yes, please do, Roland.”

[NSFW AHEAD]

Wet, slick noises fill the clinic.

Who would have thought that the infamous ascendant, Roland, would be groveling at a mere human's feet? Or better yet-

“Mommy,” your lover groans, gingerly licking his lips as your thighs tremble from the aftermath of your nth orgasm of the night, “you always taste so good for me, mmh...”

“R-Roland, no more, please,” you pleaded, fingers threading his silky hair, “I need your cock...”

“Sorry, mommy,” he purred, raising to lift your shoulders to his strong arms, laying you back onto the clinic bed, “but I really just wanted to taste you on my tongue so bad.”

He leans to you, kissing all your tears away. Overstimulated from the number of orgasms he coaxed out of you, you couldn't help but cry from how good your lover had been treating you. A few kisses trailed from your cheeks to your jaw, before nipping at your lips. You could taste yourself in his mouth, but you still opened for him. However, he swallows your moans, as he tapped on your quivering clit with his hardened and leaking dick, arms wrapped tightly across his neck.

“That's my mommy,” it grew on you, him calling you that. Your melted brain started to dream of a small family you could call your own with the man who's fucking you to the point of being cockdrunk, “you're been so, so good to me. I want to reward you for being my good mommy,”

Roland bottoms out in you in one thrust, twin moans from the both of you. He fucks you slow and languidly, feeling the drag of his large dick splitting your walls apart, and him driving you insane as he kisses you.

“A good mommy like you deserves to be pampered like this, mmn,” he whispers between your kisses, his lips touching yours, “being fucked so good, hm? You're squeezing me great, mommy, fuck,”

You whined as he particularly thrust into that one delicious spot, it made you see stars. Roland laughs, now chasing to rail onto you. You grasp and cry onto him, drowning in the senseless pleasure of him fucking you dumb,

“Shit, s-so good, mommy,” he moans with you, the squeeze of your walls making him lightheaded, “I want to fuck you all the time like this, I want to give you all the love you deserve.”

Roland presses you onto the bed, your legs now reached to your shoulders, the intensity of his pounding folding you into a mating press. Your babbles—“more, more, more”— drives Roland mad, thrusting harshly into you.

“Want to give you everything, mommy,” he groans into your ear, feeling that coil deep in his stomach, reaching out to rub your overstimulated nub, “gonna cum for me, mmhn- mommy? Cum for me, please, want to see you cum for me.”

The coil in your own stomach snaps, your cries and moans morphing into a heavenly hallelujah for Roland as you come undone in his pulsating cock, triggering his own release. You squirt unknowingly into him, and it only made Roland fuck you through your orgasms. When you slowly came down from your highs, Roland pulls back. When he rests your legs onto the bed, he sees his white, sticky cum dripping out of you (he wishes he could push it back inside of you, but he banishes the thought).

You catch your breath, feeling the afterglow of euphoria enthrall your senses. When you opened your eyes, Roland is standing next to you, a bowl of water and clean cloth in hand.

“Let's get you cleaned up,” Roland spoke with a kind smile on his face, and it made your heart beat, “I'm sorry I took it too far.”

“Mm,” you struggled to open your eyes, so you reached out, “it felt so great though...let me clean...”

“It's okay,” he grabs your hand, your palm opened to his warm cheeks, “let me clean you up, mommy.”

#pgr #punishing gray raven #punishing gray raven imagines #pgr roland #roland with a mommy kink seems viable #pgr smut

[meirimerens]

got the tldr of the vid that I'm Not Watching All That & somewhat amusing how the straw breaking the camel's back for people over James Somerton is his blatant and unashamed plagiarism (as it should be genuinely i don't think you can nor should recover from this) like he hasn't regurgitated for years vile, unempathetic, ahistorical and Purely Just Wrong information about gay history including about the fight for legal same-sex marriage in the US and the AIDS crisis. like an alarming amount of people truly heard his ass say "all the good fun funky artistic and radical gays died of aids and all those who were left were unfun stuck-up prudes and conservatives also the fight for legal same-sex marriage was an assimilationist ploy by the latter who just wanted big gay weddings" as if the gay men who survived the epidemic didn't literally lose lovers and friends and entire communities and long-term partners who they shared a life with and who were denied any crumb of this previous life at their death because there was no legal recognition for same-sex cohabitation and unions and their homophobic family could tear everything from the surviving partner thanks to this lack of recognition and let it slide.

some people out there were truly so eager to shit on the boring assimilationist prude gays who survived aids by being stuck-up prudes and who just wanted "big gay weddings" they made up in their minds to get mad at that they turned their brains off and let it slide. they could've used their smoothed-out brains for ONE minute & found out that surviving took 1) plain boring luck and 2) radical, loud, proud gay activists campaigning for safe/safer sex and the information campaigns they led, as well as the protests and demonstrations they undertook to make the government fucking care for once. and that legally-recognized unions [be they civil or religious] were a matter of survival for the partner left behind. some people out there truly let a business major with a turtleneck (possibly the definition of boring) passing himself off as cool and radical and an intellectual tell them homophobic bullshit. and did not blink. like OF COURSE this guy's gonna be a plagiarist. he needs to get his information from SOMEWHERE. because when he tries to formulate his own stuff it's complete fabrications or the frankensteining of multiple sources that he manages to misunderstand/misrepresent threefold over. trying to fit a knit sock over the foot with the inside out and wonder why that itches.

i know many people in his audience are likely very young and also likely american and as such did most of their growing up in a world where their country (1 out of 195. give or take.) had legalized gay marriage but i cannot even begin to describe 1) how Young legalized gay wedding is, even in ""the west"" and 2) how many. other countries there are. my country legalized same-sex marriage before the US did. i am not even 25 and i still remember the hordes of catholics marching down the streets chanting homophobic slogans, implying the only reason two mommies or two daddies would want to raise a child together is for nefarious, vile purposes. i still remember families having to drag their asses into court to argue that, yes, a woman who raised a child for its whole life with another woman she's in a long-term committed cohabitated relationship with should have the right to be considered a direct guardian even if she's not biologically related to the child, and spending thousands of bucks having to argue their case in court. this might be shocking to some, but there are countries where homosexuality is punishable by death. in others, not by death, but by imprisonment. in others, not by imprisonment, but by ""medical intervention"". in others, not by ""medical intervention" but by fines. and in some others still, you can be gay (yay!) but you still cannot get married or civil-unioned, and the very same shit that was discussed in the 80s is still discussed now. the right to stay a guardian of your partner's child if your partner dies or is ill, so the kid does not go into foster care. the right to inherit your partner's property according to married rights instead of having through long annoying time- and money-consuming legal processes. the right to arrange your partner's funeral or have a say in their medical choices if they're incapacitated instead of their (potentially homophobic) families.

like We Are Not There Yet. we are not in a world where any homosexual can truly, fully, wholeheartedly assimilate, whether you consider it a good thing or not. fun gay artists and boring uninteresting gay office workers die the same death that we all do. the one you don't wake from. and guess what. all types of homosexuals, regardless of which ones you pick and choose to be mad at, are affected by homophobic legislation. not just the ones you think should be spared because they're oh so fun. and oh so radical.

donate to the rainbow railroad org if you can. they help LGBT+ people escape state-sponsored violence. a singular nail on one of their members' hand does more activism and real-life good than any mfer making video essays could do in his entire life.

#also were the two gay male writers who died of AIDS who's shit you stole of the ''fun artistic gays'' or the boring ones? you seem to like #their stuff enough to steal. you want their talent their eloquence and their presence; which is missed; sooo bad you look stupit! #also gay people have always gotten married. privately; clandestinely; in secret; in shame often. #gay people have had commitment ceremonies for as long as we've had partners. #like even if some of us did want ''big gay weddings''. by all means cope and seethe that no one wants your hand in marriage #and to dedicate their lives to you as you do to them publicly; to the world's face. but that's a skill issue. #not making this shit rebloggable i'm just complaining about the guy. have disliked him for a while for this ^ & also his fabrication of #how Radclyffe Hall's trial actually went. like you can literally wikipedia this shit. #unrelated me and my dad have this joke where when i feel like my academic life is not too great/i maybe should have done something else #i go ''well i might have gone to the Unemployment Factory; but at least i'm not a Business Student [shocked face] [retching face]'' #and my dad hysterically laughs. all of the worst people he's ever met had been business students once. #anyways. allmother mother of all great priestess of dishing out Ls to the deserving #thank you for having taken this man down in such a glorious colossal blaze. CHEH! #neigh (blabbers)

[nanowrimo]

Five Tips for Memoir Writing When the Words Feel Too Hot to Touch

Memoir writing can be powerful, but often times, requires the writer to look back on difficult times in their lives. NaNo Participant Emily Henderson talks about her own experiences with memoirs and gives tips on navigating painful experiences.

Content Warning: Death of a child to cancer.

I've been working on a memoir for what feels like 1000 years. In the beginning, I wrote about how, by the time I was 18, I lost both of my parents, one to a plane crash and the other to breast cancer. I wrote about my descent into alcoholism and eventual path to sobriety. I wrote about marriage and motherhood, all against the backdrop of my love for running. I thought this would be my memoir.

But then, in 2019, my youngest son Aiden was diagnosed with brain cancer, and four months later, he was gone. Suddenly, the memoir I had in my mind no longer made sense, and I stopped writing. It wasn't until the pandemic that I returned to journaling and running to process my grief. I decided to run every street in my city, and thus a new shape for my memoir began to form.

In 2021, I threw my hat in the NaNoWriMo ring. I began knowing how hard it would be to write about my son and all the trauma surrounding his death. I wanted to protect my mental health while I tried to put words into the most painful moments of my life. Below are a few strategies I employed to help me win NaNo.

1. Gather Source Material

I re-read old journals, blog posts, and social media posts. I highlighted different themes and organized them into sections. For instance, I marked scenes from my childhood and those about my son with different colored highlighters. The idea is to avoid getting lost in memories when the focus should be on writing.

2. S.O.S. Journal Prompts

On days when the words just aren't flowing, I like to have a few journal prompts handy. I write them down on index cards and pull them out when I get stuck. I made some of my biggest writing breakthroughs with these prompts.

“The doctor said….”

“On a good day….”

“At my age….”

3. Change your entry point.

I wrote around and around the scene where my son dies, possibly trying to change the ending, but I couldn’t seem to get it right. Rather than bang my head against the wall, I came at it from a different angle. I wrote about my husband and how our marriage grew stronger through our son's treatment. Then when it came time to write the worst moment of my life, where my husband and I hold each other as we say our final goodbyes, I felt more relaxed and confident that I could do the scene justice.

4. Write a rant.

I have a lot of anger around the loss of my son, and I find writing a long rant about how unfair it all is, helps to clear the cobwebs to find the truth in the narrative. I like to set a timer for 20 minutes and write nonstop, even if all I write is, “I miss my son,” over and over again.

5. Non-judgmental social support

Writing about trauma is emotionally draining, and I knew I would need to decompress after tapping into the harder parts of my story. I scheduled lunch with close friends with whom I could talk openly. They often made connections I couldn’t see, and that led to even more writing breakthroughs.

Once again, life keeps happening, and in January, I gave birth to my fourth child. She is next to me as I write this, cooing and grunting while she sleeps. It seems my memoir has shifted once again, and I have a perfect epilogue to my story.

Emily Henderson is a freelance writer living with her family in Santa Barbara, CA. Her essays have appeared in HuffPost Personal, Scary Mommy, Writing Class Radio, and The Santa Barbara Independent. She is currently working on a memoir about processing the loss of her son while running every street in her city.

You can read more of Emily’s writing on her Substack, I’m Really Very Literary, or follow her on Instagram @emilykathleenwrites or visit emilykathleenwrites.com. Photo by Carli Jeen on Unsplash

#nanowrimo #camp nanowrimo #writing #writing advice #memoir writing #by nano guest #Emily Henderson

[artdecosupernova-writing]

OC in Fifteen

Thanks to both @drabbleitout and @pertinax--loculos for tagging me, this is neat! Because I was tagged twice, I will participate with two characters (Ben and Reagan across the Partners "series"*), totaling in thirty quotes.

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

Tagging @drippingmoon, @sleepy-night-child, @ashen-crest, @zmwrites, @sleepyowlwrites, @druidx, and anyone else who wants to do this 👍🏽

Reagan—

"Alright, who's the boy? Is he too young to knock out? Doesn't matter—either way I'm gonna have words."

"Give me some credit; my head's not that big."

"I haven't seen you in two days. If I don't see you today I may actually die of neglect."

"We're here now, and we'll be here for the next three hours, so relax and don't hit my partner when he's trying to be nice."

"Your little guys could get through a brick wall. I'm not sure if I should be proud, but I kind of am, Ben."

"You still kiss your mommy? What a baby."

"You realize how monumentally full of shit you are, yes?"

"If I used one of those [bathrooms], I wouldn't have been able to enjoy this wonderful bonding moment between us."

"Oh, kid, don't ask, okay? My rapport with married women is nothing I want you to imitate."

"If you ever run your fuckin' mouth to a man pointin' a gun at your face again, I will yank your teeth out one by one. Am I clear?"

"Right, I'd forgotten the newest trend is to go spend money to see the performances of people you hate."

"Being standoffish with me is one thing, but when she hurts our kids, I get mad."

"Reality continues to elude you, doesn't it?"

"God dammit, I'm starting to wish Wise shot you in the face."

"You very well could be [my daughter]. Who knows how many kids I really have?"

Ben—

"Well, you ain't German, though you sho' can drink like you is."

"Drunken wrestling always ends well for the skinny kid."

"What gives? You tryin' to move the car with your mind now?"

"You kiddin'? I'm a continual source of pride for you."

"Oh, god, you're gonna kill me in the middle of fuckin' nowhere..."

"Ain't this what broke us up in the first place? How the hell d'you keep managin' to rope me into things?

"I've been sober for about two minutes since that night in '42."

"'Course you're doin' the right thing. But keep in mind, I ain't gonna someday shuffle off this mortal coil without you right there to watch me do it."

"Alright, your highness, where do you keep your crown so I can polish it with what'll be left of my brains when we're finished up there?!"

"The love I have for you cannot be contained in this tiny room, so I'm choosing to expand and unfurl it elsewhere."

"You've been hiding your worry from me since we were kids. I'd barely recognize it on you."

"What? He's the only person on Earth you won't let get a glimpse of you without pants? That doesn't make any sense. He wants it more than anybody else."

"No, sir, you threw produce at my head. I am telling my mother."

"What is this, 'Ben Gets Nothing' Week?"

"I'm gonna break his ribs. I'm gonna snap a piano in two halves, take one of them, and hit him in the ribs."

#tag game #OC in Fifteen #profile: Reagan #profile: Ben #Partners #PI #PII #PIII #*keeping in mind all but a piddling bit isn't actually in novel form yet so I've drawn pretty exclusively from the Bitstrips versions #also I'd like it to be known that Reagan says number 6 to his own son LOL

[stackthedeck]

Don’t be shy post your fanfic red flags to tumblr

I swear y'all want me dead, I'm not scared of the tiktok teens but the tumblr users will kill me over this

when I say red flags, I mean squicks, I mean things in marvel fanfics that tell me the author is more concerned with fanon than they are with the source material which is just something I don't want to read

Mommy friend Natasha— If it's an avengers fic and Natasha is there to sigh and the boys and tell them to talk care of themselves, make the move on the boy, or just mother them I hate it. I need more than one woman in a fic and I need them to pass the Bechdel test and be more than "the one with the brain cell"

damsel in distress Peter Parker— I need a damn good reason Peter doesn't use his super strength or super genius to escape a kidnapping, he's a fucking superhero who can save himself. This isn't to say I don't like Peter Parker whump, but I need some explanation or it seems like he's forgotten he's super human

the Deadpool thought boxes— most fic authors are writing them because they're saw them in another fic not because they're read them in the comics and it fucking shows!

No murder Avengers—Explain to me why your picture of Steve Rogers wouldn't kill a nazi in a heartbeat?? Quickly!

writing out characters of color—self-explanatory. How can you write a post winter soldier fic without Sam Wilson? Where is Ned in your mcu Peter fic? Why did you make Peter Parker act like the mcu version in every way but you made MJ into a white Mary Jane? Why is there always a convenient mission that the characters of color are sent off to deal with?? Y'all are not hiding your bigotry well

"pretty" Wade Wilson—I don't care if it's a no powers au or if you're using an image replicator, keep the scars! The scars are pretty and I don't want to read a fic that disagrees

Super Family—my beef with this trope pre-dates the mcu Spider-Man, this shit infected tasm fandom after the Avengers came out. The civil war being the stony divorce arc and Peter being the traumatized child of said divorce joke was funny. But it was only a joke. I don't care what adult "adopts" Peter, Peter already has a loving home and Aunt May is doing a fantastic job raising him. It's even worse when Peter was adopted young or the bio child of one of the heroes because it completely robs his story of the importance and impact of Aunt May and Uncle Ben. I hate it so fucking much

"world on fire" in daredevil fic— it's a fucking metaphor! It's a good metaphor you can write into a fic, but if you make it literal so that Matt is "seeing" objects but like as fire oh my god no! He has not light response in his eyes, he's moving through the world through sound and touch like blind people do, his powers just grant him a great degree of precision. Y'all can't handle the idea of disabled people as competent capable adults

Any fic that makes a rational cool level headed woman into a raging bitch—we get it you have no friends and have internalized the not like other girls mindset, but don't make it my fucking problem

#asks #i'm not even going to tag this #i'm a hater what can i say #i have very specific taste #this is why yall come to me for fic recs

[epoch-smog]

Am i around people who like julian too much or what there doesnt seem to be enough asra but in the end i like dont fit with anyone lmfao

I just had a flashbang of information about the love interest groups and i dont like anyone or fit with any group so actually i might be okay where i am actually nevermind

Asra is like too young fuck boy twink for people

Muriel has too many fractions whom most of them i do not like to be around

Julian is the weird sweet spot bc he's not too young or too old and everyone can be like oo yes kinky freak actually, whether it's real kinky vibes or ur just ecploring it (even tho literally all of them can be kinky....?)

Nadia is mommy mommy sorry mommy mommy milkers mommy? Mommy and i dont care about that energy im not mommy step on me no matter how much im a bottom sorry majorly not sorry

Portia is lesbian who also the original source seemed to fuck up bc all i got from speed reading through her route was diet pinkie pie. I did not like it. And also im not lesbian enough to appreciate her

Lucio comes with a back bone that i dont have. Lucio got fucked up the most. It's like grabbing lava and losing a hand.

And over all arcana got historical fucked up fantasy which theoretically i could just flow with HOWEVER IM TISM IN THAT WAY[TM] and i decided I need real 1740 references.

Me with brain damage: I HATE ALL OF YOU OH MY GOD (general and vague statement)

Me with real braincell: no the people im around are okay and everything is fine actually. I gained sentience momentarily and forgot where I was I just had to reorientate myself

#basil scarble

[aquillis-main]

One of the main reasons why I genuinely despise SatAM is because they turned Tails into a literal baby that apparently was too delicate to tag along on missions with the FFs (but they allowed the local cheese eating surrender monkey tag along for some reason) or even use his two tails to fly or even do anything else. He didn't even have his intelligence or mechanic skills. He stayed in knothole having fucking bedtime stories read to him by mommy Sally and Bunnie.

Say what one will about AOSTH and it's quality but at least it allowed Tails to use his cunning fox brain to outwit his foes and save the day. Not to mention fly with his tails. SatAM has no excuse, especially since they were given official Tails refs from Sega showing him kicking ass beside Sonic, but apparently that's "inferior Jap shit".😤

I will say, one episode of AOStH once showed Sonic and Tails' relationship to be that of brothers, including having Tails be in a literal diaper and bonnet for a whole flashback just to imply Sonic met Tails very young... But beyond that episode Tails and Sonic more or less treated each other as equals, even with the line 'you're my father, and mother, and my picket fence!' Tails has just as many ingenious ideas as Sonic does in the show. And that version of Tails was stated to be 4 years old.

SatAM literally stripped Tails of all his worth, funneled that worth into Rotor, then made him nothing but a 10 year old baby that literally cooed and goo-goo-gaa-gaa-ed on screen, save for Drood Henge where they realized that they were being told that Tails 'wasn't a literal baby to coddle over' and had to write a quick episode to fix that.

Hurst may have said he had 'plans' to make Tails more independent, but the thing is SatAM could have done that early on in both seasons of SatAM. Drood Henge was them having a fire lit on their asses to get Tails closer to the games, but by then it was too late - the show was cancelled because it was too far from the source material, and despite what the SatAM fanatics online would tell you, Power Rangers was far more interesting and far more successful then 'Sally and the Freedom Fighters: Featuring Sonic the Hedgehog'.

#aquillis answers #shady guy #sonic the hedgehog #miles 'tails' prower #Sonic SatAM

[borathae]

PLEASE I LOVE THEM BOTH SOO MUCH I CANT

their bickering please oof

sometimes they are my babies sometimes they are my parents

I’m a plank once I sleep WHOEVER WHO SAYS THAT, ARE DEFINITELY NOT PLANKS *source me bro. also my cousin said 'i sleep like a dead body' in a sleepover and her sister said nah you sleep like the body getting possessed and its been forever her nickname. 😭

Lies. We’re equal me and dad sharing chocolates or sweets be like

They contain silly and funny one liners which are exactly Jungkook’s humour. genz humor in a nutshell

there was one time where the fan stopped working due to power cut during a sleepover (5 in one bed💀) and guess what we did, we moved the smallest on to the table 😭😭 and 1 slept on the floor

wow to be in an amajin relationship where u dont continue bickering cuz its turning to argument, i wish i would be in one like that

“I’m keeping my ass out tough” SAY WHAT BOI??? WHAT IF A INSECT DECIDES TO CRAWL INTO IT ?? IM NOT TAKING ANY CHANCES

You never know, sleep paralysis demons EXACTLY TELL HIM SIS

“I’m sure the demon is hot, so they can poke my hole if they want to.” I- understandable have a nice day

“Not even if you could watch? Imagine waking up to me getting railed by a sexy, hot demon.” oh no IDK WHAT TO DO NOW AAAH

“Aww sweetie, don’t be. It’s just my sleep paralysis demon.” yeah very normal shit what do u mean it doesnt happen everyday

“I’m a little horny.” THERE IT IS WE ALL WERE WAITING FOR IT

“Mhm? Are you gonna manage to be quiet? MOMMY STOP AAH

but getting him to beg some more is way too much fun not to do it. He is so delicious when he is desperate.  AAAH HER MIND 🤩🤩🤩

you can’t deny him when he is hitting you with The Good Boy. THE POWER OF GOOD BOY™

His tits are pressing into your arm like this. dont know if its the flu dizzy or reading this dizzy BUT IM DIZZY AAAH

“And out”, he whispers, “get it? I WOULD HAVE FULL ON STARTED CACKLING * i mean night, the time where breathing is funny

You want to tease him for being loud? You dare to call him a whiny baby? AAAAH

he chooses his childhood bed. poor bed, its definitely the top g

“My good girl”, he whispers who is a dom? what is a dom? idk, USE ME DADDY

do the unthinkable crime of sliding your fingers between his buttocks just to rub his hole. UR GOING TO MAKE THE BABY LOSE IT HES GONNA BE TOO LOUD LOL

“See? Told you, someone gonna poke your hole tonight “ STOP

“Ah, ouchies my head.” I- at least its better than getting leg cramp while rubbing one out

and hits the headboard softly stop he is such a cutie pie STOP THEY WERE JUST SOO HOT AND DRIVING ME CRAZY NOW THEY ARE SO CUTE AAH

Okay fine, teamwork come on.” THE REAL SHIT GUYS

mystery of the universe, but you managed. FUCK I WANTED MY PLAYSIT TO PLAY MY UNIVERSE that i even cheated by going bathroom, so that next song plays & i can say omg my universe played when i read this BUT THAT THAT STARTED PLAYING I-

“There we go. Right where you’re supposed to be.” FFGFHGRRRRRAAWR M FERAL

his childhood bed croaking from the movement.  please tell its not their last night on it

No other words, no matter how nasty and dirty, could get his cock as hard and leaky as your confession of love could get him in those moments. dont know if i should cry from eyes or between the legs

He has such a pretty birthmark on it. You love to kiss it. HIS NECK MOLE KILLS ME LIKE I WANNA KISS IT SHUT UP

closes his mouth around your digits, sucking on them with pouty lips and big doe eyes. I NEED TO MEDITATE THIS IS KILLING AND RESURRECTING ME BACK TO LIFE

Tears run down his cheeks, he is arching his back even more. Yeah, you’ve really got him good.  THE DESCRIPTION IS SOO GOOD I NEED A PRINTER FOR MY BRAIN

“I kinda feel like your parents must have heard something.” “Please don’t say that, I’ll cringe to death.” THEY WERE PLAYING UM WRESTLING YEAH DOING YOGA NORMAL SHIT U KNOW?? DECIDED TO JAM TO SONGS ON BED

“Please ignore the noises, air sometimes has its own mind”, THANK U I WAS SHOOK ONE TIME WHEN I HEARD IT OUT OF MY OWN HUHA LIKE BRO U OK?? (ik why it happens but that was loud?? give a warning bruh)

we fucked in a motel only to realise we didn’t have tissues?” i will definitely have this haunting me everytime i listen to hotel motel pitbull

THE SMUT WAS GOBSMACKING AS USUAL and fucking delicious *insert that licking fingers tiktok audio

they were so in love they were my parents, my babies, i cried i lost all my uwus i also wanted to gobble them

good fucking night *shudders and sigh whistles

DAMN THIS IS LONG LONG

this is the best BEST REVIEW EVER!!! OMGMG I LOVE IT SO MUCH OGMGMMG HEHEHHE THANK YOUUU 💜💜

SAY WHAT BOI??? WHAT IF A INSECT DECIDES TO CRAWL INTO IT ?? IM NOT TAKING ANY CHANCES

felT AHHAHAHAH

“I’m sure the demon is hot, so they can poke my hole if they want to.” I- understandable have a nice day

FELT AGAIN FANDSFN lmaooaoa all your reactions to the smut parts are so funny I am living for them <3

He has such a pretty birthmark on it. You love to kiss it. HIS NECK MOLE KILLS ME LIKE I WANNA KISS IT SHUT UP

SAEM BITCH OMFG SAME FNADSNFN

“Please ignore the noises, air sometimes has its own mind”, THANK U I WAS SHOOK ONE TIME WHEN I HEARD IT OUT OF MY OWN HUHA LIKE BRO U OK?? (ik why it happens but that was loud?? give a warning bruh)

GIRL YES OMFG and then you can't stop it like 😭 when I was with my ex it happened like one time and then I laughed and it got worse cuase the movement squeezed it out more like whY WOULD YOU DO THAT COOCHIE??? 😭😭 (he didn't even laugh he just stared weirdly like- fucking weirdo, that dude was so stiff)

ALSO OHEHEHEH THANK YOU!!! I'M SO HAPPY THAT YOU LOVED IT SO MUCH!! I LOVE EVERY SINGLE OLINE OF THIS REVIEW 10/10 ehheheeh 💜💜

#asks: ogc #asks #minusback #when sad

[kurxn]

I cannot agree with you. Yes, Kaname was very lonely and his life was full of difficulties. In one of the groups in this or in another, someone wrote that Hino said that Kaname's love for a white-haired woman was more like a parent, I don't know. Maybe it was gratitude and affection due to loneliness? Because Kaname said that Yuki was the only one in his life. (even in the first chapters he said that he loves her more than anything in the world). Would he talk like that if there was someone else in his heart? No. Would he start looking for a meeting with another (with yuki from the future) if there was another in his heart? Also no. When did he become a man of all the people and vampires he knew, whose image has not been erased from his memory? Yuki image. It seems to me that many exaggerate the significance of that woman, she is rather a very close friend whom he lost and considered himself guilty of her death. As a couple, you like Yuki and Zero more, so you probably don’t see their future together. Yuki only lived with Kaname for a year, we can't conclude that she wouldn't be happy or be herself. Yuki was able to be happy with Zero only many years after Kaname's death. And if there was no child from Kaname? then at all not the fact that she could continue to live. "Finally, I found the one with whom I will live this eternity together" he wanted to be with her first. Because of the intrigues of the purebloods, perhaps Kaname was afraid that he would lose her and could not stand it (If you remember that he lost many comrades, he had an injury) . I think Kaname needs to live as a human for a few years and then he will probably turn into a vampire and be able to revive Yuki and live happily with her) . Yuki: "I want to become one with him." We must not forget that Yuki's soul is alive and is inside Kaname. I think Hino will give them a chance. And maybe what Kaname (human) said is a spoiler for the manga ending . I believe in them and in their happiness and in the endless love of this couple ❤.

That’s totally fine you fine agree. My posts are subjective and I love hearing everyone’s thoughts <3 also please separate the ask into paragraphs it’s hard for my brain to process the long asks. And just because I prefer zeki doesn’t mean I can’t see the potential of other couples lol

I’m not too sure where Yuki says “I want to become one with you,” so if you have the source I’d love it 🖤

I didn’t hear about Hino saying Kaname’s love for the hooded woman was parental (,: honestly he was kissing her and I assumed she was his lover or at least somewhat close to being one. And I’d really not want to think about Kaname having mommy issues to that extent. Yes, Kaname said that Yuki was the only one in his life but it could be debated that he means his current life.

Simply because he has someone else in his heart doesn’t mean he can’t move on. It’s like Yuki and Zero. Yuki moved on, but not fully? It’s kind of like Kaname.

I don’t want to refute your claims entirely because I do agree that Kaname loves Yuki more than anyone. I do think he left her with a child so she wouldn’t be so lonely, and hopefully find happiness through Ai.

Anyway, I’ll add some more stuff under the cut!

From book 14, my scans!

I think the hooded woman was incredibly important to Kaname. She was the one who helped him through his depressing thoughts and gave her life so he could live out his. Just because Kaname was able to move on and find a person who can be something else to him doesn’t mean she didn’t mean a lot to him. Honestly, she’s like Takuma in the sense that she helps with his depressing thoughts and gives him some light in his life. I mean, they were kissing. I doubt their relationship was fickle.

“I had nothing to cling to but the time we spent together.”

Kaname is 100% the dependent type. Takuma says he always has trouble with depressing thoughts. Kaname needed something in his life to look forward to; to keep living for. That was the hooded woman. And that was their shared love for the humans.

Also Kaname literally altered the past when he sent Yuki back? Their meeting changed the future in some way. It gave Kaname a new light to follow (,: He says somewhere that he wanted to see ‘the girl’ again.

I really think the hooded woman was very important to Kaname. You have to remember he was acting under the assumption Yuki and Zero would be together, and he wouldn’t be able to be the one for Yuki.

I’m still unclear as to why Kaname killed the purebloods, but after reading these sections again it seems he’s doing it for the hooded woman to be able to rest. Her soul still lives on in the fire, so she isn’t truly resting. Her heart is melting and regenerating endlessly.

“The purebloods who drag others into darkness” she’s referring to must be the ones who change humans indiscriminately (*cough* Shizuka).

Here’s the full scene to read. Man’s heart is aching for her like look at him. It’s like he’s trying to wrap up all of the loose ends he had; Yuki’s potential relationship with Zero, his guilt for not being the one whose heart went into the furnace etc.

I’m curious how Yuki would come to life again? Like where is her body? And how would she become herself again if her heart is in his body and now human. I don’t know if her heart could withstand it.

#vampire knight #kaname kuran #hooded woman #yuki cross #yuki kuran #『 answered asks 』

[marshmellowtea]

anyway i keep complaining about the killing eve inspired who's lila au living in my head rent free so i might as well. fuckin. make a post about it lmao

putting this under a cut because holy fuck this got long (and this isn't even everything, if you can fucking believe it) (also warning for some mentions of ableism, if there's anything else i need to warn for lmk)

honestly i never watched all of killing eve nor do i really remember most of the plot so i'm calling it "inspired by" rather than a fusion au or something because it's just become more and more its own thing. really this whole thing kicked off because my brain went "hrhrhghg. lila (and will by extension) wearing pretty outfits and killing people while tanya tries to figure out who the fuck she is. mommy issues. sapphic girls. send tweet" and that's the basis this thing was founded on lol. (i was correct for this btw, in case you were wondering /lh)

will and lila do share a body in this au but i'm kinda flip flopping between whether or not they're a system or if i wanna take this further away from the source material and add supernatural elements to this where lila is a tulpa/spirit/whatever tf she is that latched onto will like in their original canon. i'm kinda leaning toward the latter because i don't want this to fall into stereotypes about people with DID being scary or evil (like. lila isn't evil in this au but she does enjoy killing people which can frankly pose a Problem even if i do try to be delicate/more nuanced about it) but i feel like stereotypes can happen either way so i'm. trying to figure out what to do here ahgkldjglk. this is another reason this au was originally going to stay solely in my head but honestly i developed too much to keep it bottled up so HGDKSJFKL

either way they share a body but lila does all of the killing because will is squeamish and frankly far too sweet to be a murderer lmao. they have a way better relationship here than the one they have in canon, they're more like friends or siblings and lila goes out of her way to protect will......even if she can be a bit careless with their body sometimes. when she does get injured on assignments though she tends to get him a treat (things like clothes, food, stuffed animals, toys, books, games, etc agere stuff too because that slipped in here OOPS) to try and make up for it, though honestly, sometimes she gets him things just because. their apartment is littered with things lila bought (or stole....) for him at this point cuz it's the way she shows her love for him basically. what else is she gonna do, express it verbally? fuck that lmao

i was kinda agonizing about this choice but yu is their handler/the one who gives them their missions, and also their surrogate father figure because of course he is lmao. i was kinda worrying about this being ooc for him but then i realized like....he was part of the group that killed the rest of the lawrence fraternity, which regardless of intention is still murder ahglkdjsf. i feel like a lot of people gloss over how morally dubious that was, even if it was almost definitely his best option given the circumstances, so i'm just taking that same logic and bringing it here--lila was trained to kill by and for the lawrence fraternity in this au, and once they're gone (either by dying, arrest, or something else, maybe she just runs from them idk that could be interesting) she just continues killing because it's all she knows. since she refuses proper rehabilitation, yu here is like "look, if you want to kill, we can find some people we need you to kill as a last resort, and we'll even pay you well for it. please stop killing random people you choose to pick fights with" ahdlkjlkJFD. also, having her technically employed by him helps keep her and will close so that he can make sure they're safe because he worries about these orphaned teenagers okay :'))

tanya's role here is kinda nebulous here, originally she was going to be an agent tracking lila down like eve was but i didn't wanna bother messing with these character's ages (i ALREADY have an au where they're aged up to their mid twenties for the sake of plot so give me a break lmao) so now she's more like.....technically a witness who decides to get invested in the case despite being like 17/18 and having no expertise lmao. like in the og killing eve i was thinking maybe she meets lila in the bathroom before she kills someone and thus becomes obsessed with her when she realizes she's probably the killer? i have to work on her more idk i just want these two to be weirdly obsessed with each other and for tanya to frantically hunt her down with her limited resources before they eventually meet and KISS about it

tbh as an additional motive for tanya i have been toying with the idea of martha being the one lila kills since that's her friend and it would fit with that one who's lila scene BUT two problems: 1) i would have to come up with a reason for lila to have to kill martha and i can't. really think of a good one especially if yu is the one giving her orders, and 2) i would just feel really bad about doing that to her. hgdalksjflksadf. she might be spared solely on my guilt alone honestly, we'll see what happens.

anyway that's the basics of the au i just wanted to get this fucking word vomit out there. i may or may not post more about this later (or, god forbid, i might write an actual fic, could you fucking imagine lmao) but yeah. if you read all of this bless your soul i love you

#who's lila #who's lila? #william clarke #lila #tanya kennedy #detective yu #marshy speaks #should i make a tag for this au or is that cringe #eh. idk #if i post about it more i might go back and do that lmao #god this is going to be a nightmare to read on mobile GKLJDFKLSDJF