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marvelnatswhore · 2 years

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Never Touch A Snake’s Prey

Hela Odinson X Fem!reader~smut -its my first fic with her, I’m sorry if It’s bad :3

Warnings: Mommy kink, degradation, praise, humiliation, strap on use (R receiving) fingering, tongue-(R giving) dummification, ownership, spitting in mouth, spanking, punishment, and probably something i’ve missed.

Sum: you attend an Asgard ball, Hela needs to remind you who you belong to.

WC: 2.1k

A/N: Let's just ignore the bad parts. I rushed it :)

In this AU Hela is queen and Loki and Thor are just princes -don’t hate me but I haven't seen any of the Asgard movies so idk who to put where lol.

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Familiar gold doors slide open to welcome, and you're the centre of attention. Asgardians alike watch your entry to the ballroom, your dress flowing softly behind as you find your place, scanning the room for your mistress. People will stare, of course. Your relations with the queen have not gone unknown and it seems now that everywhere you go people feel entitled to stare.

Perhaps the only person who doesn’t know is prince Loki, away on royal business when your tryst was discovered, no one had the nerve to tell him.

Your eyes flicker from person to person, marble floors to gold chandeliers, the envy green leather you wish to see is not apparent.

Much to your misfortune, the only one who seems to notice your misplace is somehow the wrong, raven haired Odinson. And before you can escape, 6 feet of man stands before you, with a smirk that makes you want to cringe.

“Who might you be here for, my dear? Who could possibly have the honour of you this fine evening?” Loki charms, placing a kiss to the back of your hand, that he takes without a question. You nearly blush, it might have been a man, but complements like that always make your heart flutter.

“That would be me, brother.” The poisonous tone of your bitter queen enters earshot. A flowy emerald gown, like the hide to a snake draping generously over her curves, Ebony hair complimenting her dagger sharp jawline and ever enchanting eyes.

“So glad you could make it darling.” She says quick to wrap her arm possessively around your waist, and stare all hell into her brother.

“Darling?” Loki mutters clearly confused.

“Yes brother, this sweet thing is mine.” You can practically feel her grin on you, as Loki's face changes from confusion to something you can’t quite place.

She looks towards you, then at your lips and before you can process she's kissing you with fire. Making no attempt to hide her tongue or lust. She’s taking quite the effort to show who you belong to and it's a moment before she pulls away leaving your lips wet, and desire burning.

You look back flushing red as you see the bystanders of your act, offering varied gaped expressions, and judging mutters.

Loki looks stunned, possibly repulsed? With those features it’s hard to tell. His face seems to hold several looks at once as he makes a series of muttered sounds like he's trying to comprehend what on Odin's earth just happened.

“Brother I hope that cleared something up for you, don’t go touching my pet.”

There's fire on her tongue with that word, you wouldn’t have been surprised if sparks shot. You feel her grip, still on your waist, get uncomfortably tighter and before you can react she's pulling you from the ballroom.

She walks with purpose dragging you beside her, the corridors are familiar and you quickly realise where she's taking you. Her chambers. It may as well be called; Hela’s Fuck Room, since that’s almost all that goes on.

You arrive outside the door, she waves a swift hand over the silver handle and in a flash of green it opens. You're pulled inside before you can say no and thrown onto the large bed, with a gasp.

“Did you really think I wouldn't notice?” she spits heading for the closet; Large enough to be a room in itself, you know the contents well. What she's so quick to retrieve however, you don’t.

“Notice what?” you whisper trying not to show the tremble in your throat. She's mad. Very mad.

“The way you let him touch you, whore.” Hela returns to your view, the massive faux cock swinging from her hips is anything but unnoticed to you. The closer she gets the more you can see just how large it is. She's never used anything like this one you, you're not sure what to do when suddenly her hand wraps quickly and tightly around your neck threatening air.

“You’re mine, understand?” “Not his, not anyone's. Mine. My property, my pet and my fuck toy.”

Your voice is withheld and all you can do is nod under her belittling gaze.

“Good girl. I’ll be expecting nothing but good behaviour from you tonight.” she purrs, releasing her grasp on you just enough to stay in complete control but grant you air.

“You will be good, won’t you?”

“Yes.”

“What?”

“Yes mommy.”

“Good girl.”

With her free hand Hela wastes no time in tearing your dress from you leaving you completely exposed, just the way she likes.

“Spread.” she slaps your inner thigh, telling you to hurry up and you do. She takes the length between her hand, its girth bigger than her grasp and you worry;

“Mommy it’s too big.”

“Oh slut, don’t worry…I’ll make it fit.” Her words send a shiver down your spine and you feel the tip press against you. It slides through your embarrassingly wet folds that don’t go unnoticed, before the tip is suddenly stretching you wide causing you to cry out.

She pushes deeper and you groan at the stretch, her free hand finds your hip pulling you down further with her motions.

“Your cunt takes mommy’s cock so well, pet.”

She pumps harder now, fully submerging the length in you, it's curved perfectly to keep hitting that spot she knows turns you feral.

Your pained groans at the size are quick turning to long moans as your body accustoms to the toy, her hand around your throat never loses grip, squeezing tighter than necessary, she wants you to know who you belong to. You’re her trophy, hers and hers alone; the inferior prints of a man smudging your look of perfection, and of course she can’t have that.

“Enjoying yourself slut?” she sneers slamming into you at an angle that nearly draws a scream.

“I know you are, always such a desperate cock slut for Mommy.”

Her hand leaves your hip finding your cunt, she slides a digit though your slick groaning at knowing she caused it. Before running a lazy circle around your throbbing clit with the pad of her thumb. She wastes no time teasing you now, rolling and pinching the hardened bud between her fingers drawing desperate moans from you.

You're close and she can tell, shifting her momentum to a shuddering pace. Your voice is hoarse and your moans borderline animalistic.

“Please mommy!!” You beg hoping she might give in and grant you pleasure. “I needa-” but all too quickly you’re cut off by her hand moving to cover your mouth muffling any sound you attempt to make.

“Pretty thing. You want to cum?”

“Too fucking bad.”

With that she removes the faux cock in its entirety and you cry in her grasp at the emptiness.

“Do you really think I'd let you cum?” She chuckles “No pet, you misunderstand. This is your punishment, and it's far from done.”

“Turn over for me.” you know too well what she means and oblige her demand turning onto your stomach, bracing for what's to come.

“How many? I think 10 is good, don't you, pet?” her hand runs softly, ghosting your bare skin,

You can practically feel her expectant glare on you for an answer.

“Yes mommy, please. 10 is good.” your breath still shaking from your ruined climax.

“Remind mommy who you belong to, pet.” she orders, delivering the first shuddering smack to your flesh.

“Y-you mommy, I’m yours..all yours” your tremble only makes her grin wider, and her hand comes down three more times in quick succession, your almost possessive your skins already flushing red. And tears threaten your eyes.

The stinging sensation lasts just a moment, somewhere in the pain is pleasure and you feel your arousal grow to an embarrassing degree, your ruined chance at a climax already having wet the bedding below. With the next few hits. She pauses for a moment giving you slight relief, running her rand over the flushing skin. You hear her tsk above; “You mortals, always so sensitive.” before hell's fire rains down four times fast on you. Finally you think the worst is over, but oh how you're wrong.

In a heartbeat she has you lying on your back with your face near inches from hers, “open.” she orders and your oblige gaping your jaw for her. “Who do you belong to?” she teases again as if she’d ever let you forget it.

“You mommy.” her lips nearly meet yours, instead she's swift to spit right in your mouth. “And don’t fucking forget it.” her gaze is instruction enough and you swallow obediently, earring a praising smirk.

“Why don’t you put that little mouth to good use, slut?” She moves before you can and suddenly her bare cunt is above your face, you can see how wet she is just from a glance, your positively dripping at knowing you caused it.

You don’t wait for an instruction and your sudden desire for her takes over.

You flatten your tongue and rasp it across her clit. She snaps her hips forward in response, her hands find your hair, weaving her fingers though, and groaning impatiently with your teasing licks. Your hands slide up her cream thighs, fingers finding their way to her cunt, she whines eagerly when you meet her dripping entrance with two digits, Your tongue moves quicker, desperate to see just how loud you can get her.

You suck hard at her clit, and she lets out a groan that's positively sinful. You can’t help but smirk to yourself, pleased with how much you're affecting her, You continue licking, sucking, lapping, and pleasing her. Your face is buried in her folds, your eyes are closed, and the feeling of her hand in your hair is a pain that's going straight to your gut.

Your fingers tease her entrance, not nearly enough apparently, and her hips beg to push them deeper. You gladly full her needs and pump into her quick, her response in a series of muttered praise is music to your ears; “fuck yes!” “mommy's perfect fuck toy.” “so good for me.”

She's close, her walls close around your fingers. You curl to meet her spot and suck harshly once more on her engorged clit. With a grip that practically pulls your hair out and a groan that fills through the room, she cums. You let her ride out the high before pulling your slick coated fingers out and swiping at her juices. She takes her sweet time to fully come back down, releasing her taunt on your hair and offering lazy pats to your head with gentle praise. “

Such a good girl for me.”

“After that I think I've changed my mind. Maybe you can cum after all.”

You preen up at her words knowing just how desperate all this has got you, and the fact that there's very likely a puddle forming under your thighs. She cups your face surprisingly soft, her eyes shadow your own almost fond,

“My good girl, no one else's.”

#I finally wrote something yass #haven't read it though yet sorry if bad #hela x reader #hela odinson #hela odinsdottir #Hela smut #Marvel smut #Mommy Hela #i forget what else to tag here #Marvelnatswhore #my smut #sorry for spelling errors i relay souly on auto correct

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tteokdoroki · 3 years

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Cherry(virgin) chaser izuku is amazing omg i feel like he would tease reader so much but also has other targets on his radar to make each other jealous and eager for him to pick them lol

— “cherry chasing.” + izuku midoriya.

author’s note(s): i got carried away bc this makes me dizzy :( thank u for sending this in mwah <3

cw: smut, mdni 18+, manipulation, virgin chasing, pro hero!deku, praise!kink, reader has no pronouns but female anatomy described.

cherry chaser!izuku who tells you that you’re his one and only, how he thinks you’re the only one for him over the phone and over texts while he’s balls deep in someone else— hand over their mouth to keep them quiet while he tells you how much he loves you. the more you think he’s crazy about you, the easier it’ll become to slip off your pretty cotton panties and shove his cock into your unused, virgin hole.

because if you think that cherry chaser!izuku loves you, there isn’t a thing you wouldn’t do for him, right? deku who invites you over when he knows no one else will be around— has his arm thrown around you over the back of the couch, who pushes you a little further every night to see how far you’d go for him.

cherry chaser!izuku who lets your inexperienced tongue sit heavily in his mouth when he coaxes you to make out with him for the first time— experienced and scarred hands running up and down your body, pulling at lose clothes and groping at your ass. you make such cute, little noises all for him and they don’t even stop when izuku drags you into his lap and grinds you down on his hard-on, the result of your sweet shaky whimpers.

and when you pull away with crazy, doe eyes filled with lust for the very first time and tell cherry chaser!izuku that you’d never done this before— that you wanted him to wait to be sure he loved you, izuku cups your chin— rubs a thumb over the wet seal of your bottom lip and tells you. “anything for you baby, we’ll take all the time you need.”

cherry chaser!izuku gets tired of waiting for you to spread your legs and let him fuck his cock into your pretty hole until you’re shaking and crying from your first time being split open. who stops replying to your texts and pulling you into his chest, stops tracing his tongue over your jawline in away that gives you tingles. izuku knows your moves, that you’d do anything to keep his attention on you— all you need is a little push, right? thats not so bad? he’s only helping you along!

cherry chaser!izuku let’s you explain all the nasty, dirty things you’re going to let him do to you after he’s done with work. telling him how you want him to be the first to make you see stars; make you cream and squirt like you’ve seen in twitter porn or heard from that of your friends. green eyes dark, breath heavy as he listens to you stumble over your sinful words. he can tell that they’re fresh and foreign on your tongue, he can tell that you’re sheltered and nervous but deku will look after you, he always does.

and finally, when cherry chaser!izuku takes your virginity at last, he’s got you pressed face down on his couch— large hands smoothing over the curve of your ass, pulling them apart so he has sexy fucking view of your glistening cunt, so slick and so ripe for the taking. his head feels heavy between his shoulders, swimming with desire at being inside something so tight and restricting once more. izuku will never get over the feeling of a virgin cunt wrapped around him so warmly, selfishly sucking him in and yet resisting the entrance of his thick, weighty girth.

“hurts deku, hurts,” you’d whine beneath him, clawing at the fabric of his couch, eyes screwed shut. you’re so pathetic, crying out precious tears that run in hot streaks down your pudgy baby cheeks— oh, such a pretty mess and it’s all for cherry chaser!izuku. this is is favourite part, the reward for all his hard work at coaxing you into the perfect little toy for him— the part where he gets to watch his creamy cockhead disappear between your folds as you struggle to ground yourself, torn between mewls of pleasure and pain.

cherry chaser!izuku, leaning over your body— humping away at your soaked virgin sex to press kisses along your spine and bite deep into your blemished shoulder to hold himself back from losing it all. “be good for me and take it, kay sweetheart?” he’d moan right into your skin, feeling you clamp down on him at the praise, his own legs shaking from the way his red tip catches on the ridges of your walls. “you’re my good little thing, aren’cha? so good, all mine...so fucking good...”

cherry chaser!izuku usually bounces around from one little virgin to the next, but he figures with the way you suck him down, he’ll keep you around for a while.

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russadler · 3 years

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RUSSADLER’S KINKTOBER: DAY ONE

EXPLICIT/18+ CONTENT AHEAD

Frank Woods x F!Reader Smut

Day One: Handjobs

Frank Woods x F!Reader

A/N: K I decided to do kinktober literally last minute so sorry I’m late lol. TO pick each day, I’m using a combination of a kinktober list that was sent to me by a lovely friend and requests. I decided to do more than just Adler because I write alot of him LMFAO and I wanted to explore some other characters too! For choosing a character each day, I’m using an online wheel that pick a random name lol enjoy even tho its short and also I’ve never written frank so idk what im doing lol

“What do you think?”

Frank is splayed across the bed behind you, deeply invested in watching you try on swimwear. You’re headed out to the beach later today with some friends, and though Frank would be in a meeting at work, you had decided he at the very least deserved a sneak peek of what he would be missing out on.

Right now you’re modelling your pick for the day, a little black bikini that was expertly fitted to your body.

Maybe it was a little small, maybe. Just a tad.

“What do I think? Babe, you’re hot.” The man praises, making no move to hide the way he’s devouring you with his eyes. You smile, gnawing sheepishly at your lip as you accept the praise.

Frank moves to sit up, maneuvering himself to sit on the edge of the bed. “C’mere.” He rumbles, tattooed arms stretched out in offering.

You advance, moving to grip his shoulders as you stand between his spread legs. Frank reaches out to grasp your ribs, thumbs rubbing reverently against your skin.

“Jesus.” He murmurs, calloused hands tracing down the curves of your body.

You shut your eyes, lips parting as you release a pleased sigh. Once he reaches your hips, he gives the flesh a light squeeze before sliding his hands forward to grip your ass.

He looks up with a heated gaze, growling as he squeezes harshly at the meat of your ass while yanking you towards him. You stumble forward, nails digging into his shoulders as you steady yourself.

“Fuck, you’re sexy.” The man growls. “It’s too bad I got work soon…” he continues, sounding dismayed at the fact. He reaches up to pinch at a nipple through the fabric of your bathing suit, causing you to squeak with surprise.

“I promise if we had the time…” Frank hums, smiling deviously to himself and shaking his head as he no doubt imagines a whole range of obscene scenarios. He reaches down to play with the string of your bottoms. “I would have been fucking your brains out by now.”

Your thighs rub together, core tingling at the combination of his touches and dirty talk. It’s then that an idea comes to you.

“Stand up.” You whisper, and Frank just hums absentmindedly, still fixated on the lines of your body. You jostle him again and repeat yourself, and the man finally comes to.

He rises, visibly perplexed. You swap places with him, seating yourself on the bed with the taller standing above.

Your fingers move to unbutton the man’s pants, his eyes darting to the clock. “Babe…” He rumbles. hands moving to halt your movements. “I don’t have time…I gotta leave soon.”

You shove him off, determined to see your plan - and him - to completion. “We can make this fast.” You smile.

His pants successfully unbuttoned, manicured fingers move to pull his hardening length free of his boxers. Your eyes meet his, lips morphed into a teasing smile as you grip the swelling flesh in your hand as the man sighs.

Your attention then turns to the task at hand, leaning down to spit messily onto his cock as you begin to eagerly stroke him. Woods rumbles with a cut off groan from deep within his chest, a hand moving to grip your hair as you work.

One hand is at his cock, and the other massages his balls, working the precum out of him with vigorous movements. You spit on him more, the addition of his copious amounts of his fluid making it so he’s just absolutely sopping.

“Fuck…Go faster, baby.” He growls, the grip in your hair tightening until your scalp aches in the most exquisite way. “Come on, make me fucking cum.” He urges, his visible arousal enticing you further.

The hand at his balls moves to join the other, both gripping his fattened dick and jerking it with rapid movements as you release a quiet sigh of your own. Your hips shift of their own accord on the mattress, seeking some stimulation as your arms burn with effort.

Frank continues to groan, cursing under his breath as his girlfriend makes a mess of his cock. You watch him, eyes dilated with ecstasy.

It’s then you get another idea, smiling to yourself as you put your plans in motion.

Quickly you free your breasts from the bikini top, tucking the fabric out of the way. Leaning forward, you begin to rub the man’s wet cock against the flesh of your chest. Nipples hardening as you maneuver his length against your skin with a near pornographic moan.

“Oh shit.” Frank hisses, his eyes fixated on the vulgar act before him.“You want me to cum all over those fucking tits?” He growls, a hand moving to grip your chin. His thumb traces your wet lips, thumb pressing harshly at the seam of your lips asking for entry. You humored him, mouth opening to suck on the digit.

“You like that?” He asks lowly, moving his thumb in and out of your mouth as you nod vigorously, more than ready for his release to paint her skin white.

You go faster then, jerking his cock at a punishing pace in rapid pursuit of his release. The man grips your face tighter, pulling more moans from your throat as he lets out a chorus of his own.

You work his dick against your now wet chest, chasing his orgasm with determination.

It’s messy, but at least only on your part.

Frank still had a meeting to make.

The man grabs the base of his cock, lightly slapping it against your chest with a pleased rumble. He moves to rub the weeping head against a nipple. You let out a quiet mewl, pinching your own nipples as he moves against you.

“I’m gonna make such a fucking mess of you.” He groans, head thrown back as he begins to rapidly jerk himself off. You know with the way he’s groaning, his body coiling with the intensity that he’s close.

You grip the sides of his legs, clawing at the fabric of his pants as you urge him to cum. “Please…” You plead, staring at him from beneath your eyelashes. “Frank.”

A cutoff groan tumbles from deep within his throat, cursing loudly as cum sprays from the head of his cock. His semen coats your skin in powerful spurts, the head of his cock dragging through the mess he’s made on your chest as he squeezes the last of his release out.

There’s so much, and by the time he’s done you know you’re going to need to shower.

Frank stumbles back, the wind nearly knocked out of him with the force of his orgasm. “Holy fuck.” He pants, chest heaving. “Baby, you’re incredible.”

Frank grips the sides of your face and plants you with an impassioned kiss. You smile as you reciprocate the affection, content despite the fact you hadn’t been able to get off yourself. You knew he’d return the favor later, he always did.

“I need a shower.” You giggle, looking down at the mess on your chest.

“And a new swimsuit. Sorry babe.” Woods huffs with a laugh, grabbing a washcloth and wiping the bulk of the mess away.

“Good thing I bought an extra one.” You smile, moving to remove the garment from your body. “Did you want to see that one too?”

Frank’s eyes dart to the clock, and he smirks. “I’ve got a spare minute.”

Your eyes meet his, and your smile brightens.

Good thing you work fast.

(He’s very late to his meeting.)

#i tried lol #idk im just winging it lets see how this goes #but i hope yall liked it i guess #frank woods #frank woods smut #frank woods x reader #black ops cold war #bocw #bocw fanfic #black ops cold war fanfic #black ops cold war smut #bocw smut #mine #my writing #kinktober 2021

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arcadia-city-stories-if · 3 years

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early-ish in the relationship where no one has said the L word yet - if mc’s quietly tracing their finger on the ro’s skin and eventually the ro realizes mc’s writing “i love you” how would they react? 🥺

The sweet ones always take me the longest lol, sorry, Anon!

I did have one written for Claude/Claudia but I decided not to include it for *reasons* I still wanted to post the other four though.

Toni’s is also pre-relationship. Also for *reasons*

So, sorry about that!

They're under the cut because they're kinda long and I take up enough of peoples screens with my nonsense as it is lol

Murphy -

Murphy lies in bed, staring up at the unfamiliar ceiling.

The muscles in his arm flex as he unconsciously pulls MC closer to his side, their bare skin flush against his own, still fever hot and damp with sweat, leaving the sheet thrown loosely over them clinging awkwardly to their tired bodies.

It should be uncomfortable, but he barely notices.

His focus is elsewhere as MCs leg hooks over his own, their hand finding its way to his chest, running across his skin, back and forth, in a soothing pattern that brings a contented sigh to his lips. I could get used to this.

"I should probably go." His voice sounds worn, his throat sore, whether from too much use or not enough, he isn't sure. "It's going to be a long day tomorrow."

MC hums, a non-committal sound that leaves the decision firmly in Murphy's hands.

The silence stretches out as he tries to convince himself to leave. There's no reason to make this more complicated than it is. If MC wanted him to stay they would have said so. He should go home, take a shower and sleep in his own damn bed.

His thoughts are drawn to a halt as his attention falls to MC, a single finger tracing a nonsense pattern of whorls and loops against his skin...

Except it's not nonsense. And they aren't just whorls. And suddenly his heart is in his throat and there's nothing that he wants more than to hear them say those words out loud.

"I could stay. If you wanted me to."

MC hums again, punctuated it with a soft brush of their lips against his shoulder. He can feel their smile. "Goodnight Murphy."

Shae -

Shae brushes the grass from their trousers as they stand and take in the night sky. The moon is full and the sky clear, a perfect night for charging their crystals. They take a deep breath of the crisp night air and smile, they really do love their garden.

"So, now what?"

MCs voice cuts through the silence and Shae feels themself smile as they turn towards them. They hadn't expected MC to show any real interest in this side of their life, but it had been a pleasant surprise nonetheless. "Now, we wait."

MC nods and it takes all of Shae's effort not to laugh. They're not sure they ever seen MC look so unsure of what to do with themself. They watch as MC looks around before taking a seat on the back step, taking a minute to stare up at the night sky, the view drastically different than the view from their city apartment, no doubt.

Shae pulls their top tighter, wrapping their arms around themself as they take a seat next to MC, the air chilly but not unbearably so. Not yet, anyway.

The silence is comfortable, but Shae is still pleased when MC turns their way, a conspiratorial smile on their face, their voice hushed like they're sharing a secret.

"You know, my grandmother took me to a fortune teller once. She had a crystal ball and the incense smoke was so thick it stung my eyes." Shae raises an eyebrow, curious as to where MC is taking this when they reach out a hand, gesturing for Shae to do the same. "She told me she could read my whole future from just the lines in the palm of my hand."

Shae watches as MCs fingers slide across the back of their hand before turning it over, palm up in the moonlight, their focus intent as they start to trail along each of the lines there. Their voice turns soft as they both stare down at Shae's palm, and the letters now being written there. A silent confession, too loud a thing for the peacefulness of the night.

"I wonder what she would've seen in yours."

Callie -

Callie's laugh is full and rich as MCs hand dances over her bare ribs. She fights the urge to bat them away as MC tells her to stay still once again, seemingly determined to follow the trail of beauty marks that litter her torso.

"It tickles!" She complains loudly for the hundredth time, no real bite in her words as MC shrugs off her complaints, "Come on, Cal, I want to get it right at least once."

Callie rolls her eyes but acquiesces, the laughter quickly bubbling up once more as the gentle loops and curves send shockwaves rippling across her skin. "Enough, enough! I give!"

She pulls her body away from their touch before rolling even closer than before. Her fingertips lightly trace along MCs collar bone as she settles her body against theirs, her eyes sparkling. "Now do I get to have my way with you?"

Toni -

"I think you might be back-dead, dude."

Toni laughs as MC turns to playfully shove at their shoulder, dropping the raised shirt back into place and re-covering the bare skin of their back. "I am not! It's just impossible."

"Uh-huh." Toni hums in fake agreement, smiling to themself as they lean back against the railing, checking their pockets for their lighter. "Whatever you say."

MC rolls their eyes before producing the offending lighter from somewhere. Toni gives a nod of thanks before relighting their joint and taking a long inhale. Cocking their head to one side they consider the almost pouting MC and can't resist rubbing it in, just a little bit. "I'll prove it." They declare, confidently.

They shift in their seated position until they face out across the city, their back entirely to MC. They place the joint between their lips before raising their arms and pulling the back of their hoodie up, exposing their skin to the night air. "Try me."

There's a long moment when Toni thinks they're not going to do it, but when the exasperated sigh comes, they know they've won. They smile to themself as they take another hit, listening as MC shifts around behind them.

When MCs fingers finally brush against Toni's naked skin, neither of them miss the way their shoulders jump of their own volition, the muscles there rippling, as anticipation suddenly tears through them both.

There's a heavy moment of silence before Toni manages to force out a laugh, they're aiming for nonchalance, they're not sure if they manage it. "Well? Are you going to write something?" They glance back over their shoulder, a tight smile on their face. "Can't exactly prove you wrong otherwise, can I?"

MC levels them with a look that makes Toni's smile a lot less forced, before turning their attention back to the task at hand.

MC starts to write and Toni is pleased to find they have no trouble identifying the letters.

Then comes the second word.

By the third, Toni's eyes are pinched closed as they push down the urge to turn to MC, to say those words, to confess every thought they've had but never said, every feeling they've denied, every hope that just will not die no matter what Toni tells themself.

Instead, Toni laughs. "Damn." they say, shaking their head. "I guess you were right after all." The tone rings just convincingly enough that Toni almost flinches. Lies on top of lies.

They drop their shirt back into place, only half hearing whatever non-truth MC offers back to them. The knot in their stomach too distracting to ignore. They deserve better.

#ro asks #prompts #callie misses it because ofc she does #the sweet ones are always the longest #like i really have to set the scene #or i just dont *feel it* ya know?#like one of those people who has to light candles just to masturbate #just a lot of unnecessary extras that nobody really asked for

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saiyanprincessswanie · 2 years

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My Angel

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Disabled!Reader

Word Count: 1395

Warnings: Fluff, Talk of Disability, Emotional Issues,

Summary: Steve is proud to call you his wife even when life throws a curve ball and you fall sick. No matter what anyone says you are his saving grace, his beautiful Angel. He will always be happy to remind you how much you mean to him.

A/N: This is for @gotnofucks body positivity challenge. The challenge says “Pick something that may make someone self-conscious or insecure and make them feel better about themselves.” I chose my disability that I deal with every single day. Some know about it. I don’t normally discuss it much but this challenge really spoke to me. So you will see a glimpse into our lives. I read this to my husband and he legit cried. He said, “It’s like you wrote exactly what I feel about you.” He did laugh when I told him I put Steve Rogers in the husband role. LOL!

A/N 2: Italics are a flashback. Also, thank you to @pigwidgeonxo & @music-culture-mythology for beta reading this.

DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 YEARS OLD.

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335 notes • Posted 2021-09-19 05:09:10 GMT

Made For Me - Masterlist

Dark Bucky Barnes x Reader - In Progress

You go out for a hike in the mountains on your favorite trail when you bump into a stranger in the woods named Bucky. After parting ways you make camp up the mountain when a storm rolls in. A freak accident has you waking up the next day in a cabin. Your hero? Just so happens to be Bucky. He has declared to nurse you back to health and he will not take NO for an answer. As you sleep Bucky can’t seem to help himself… He knows that you were made for him.

Part 1 ✪ Part 2 ✪ Part 3 ✪ Part 4 ✪ Part 5

Epilogue Coming Soon....

(Page break by @whimsicalrogers)

A/N: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 YEARS OLD.

(All photos are taken from Pinterest. Any female pictures do not represent what my reader looks like. I use them to set mood of chapter)

Reblogs & Comments on Tumblr are welcomed and encouraged. 😊💜

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358 notes • Posted 2021-01-18 00:23:47 GMT

Dreams Do Come True

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Chapter Warnings: Fluff, little angst, friends to lovers

Word Count: 2162

Chapter Summary: Being the best friend of Steve can be hard when you have feelings for him. You decide to confess your feelings to him during his birthday party thrown at the Avengers Tower. But when a blonde beauty throws herself at him and kisses him you feel the world collapse around you. Fleeing to Vermont to clear your head from the heartache Steve shows up with a confession of his own. Can dreams come true for these two friends?

A/N: This is my entry for @sweeterthanthis 6k “Quote Me On It” Writing Challenge with Prompt #81 w/Steve - “Hey, I want my best friend back. Because I’m in love with her.”

Pictures are from Pinterest. Page break by @whimsicalrogers

Thank you to my beta reader @music-culture-mythology

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477 notes • Posted 2021-07-31 21:30:43 GMT

Morning Cravings

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1255

Warnings: Basically it’s all Smut, fingering, soft sex, breeding kink, pregnancy kink

A/N: So I normally do not take any requests as I’m working hard to wrap up a couple of my series. But when this was sent to me on December 22, 2020 I was intrigued. I sat on this request for a little bit and this suddenly popped into my mind. So whoever requested this I hope you enjoy it and I hope this is what you were looking for.

Thank you to my beta @music-culture-mythology for helping me like always to get this in shape.

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619 notes • Posted 2021-01-10 04:07:40 GMT

You Will Love Me

Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 2546

Warnings: Possessive Ex-husband, Kidnapping, Non/Dub-con, Oral (F - receiving), unprotected smut, light bondage, forced orgasm, fingering, cussing

Summary: After your divorce, you decided to leave New York behind and head to a small town in Montana to start over. On a cool, autumn afternoon you head out to the flea market in search of items for your place. There you stumble upon a man selling paintings and drawings. Something doesn’t feel right about him. He seems familiar to you. What happens when your past comes back into your life and doesn’t want to let you go?

The is for @stargazingfangirl18 5K Soft Dark Challenge. Congrats on the 5K followers! Quote is in bold.

Thank you to @music-culture-mythology & @bxccxdxll for beta reading this for me. Divider by @whimsicalrogers

A/N: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 YEARS OLD.

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honeybunny-sawamura · 3 years

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I love celebrating birthdays so much! I know I already sent a message but I saw your event and it got me excited again!!! Imagine me singing happy birthday to you while dancing and shaking maracas!! Feel free to join the dance too! 😁

Anyway, my favorite flower is Hyacinth so I pick that for Iwaizumi. The different colors meant different things so I’ll let you decide (or you can do regular hyacinth which kinda fits him anyway because sports and stuff)

Here’s the best iwa/flower pic I could find for now lol

giving you a hug Cindy! thank you so much 💗 and again, sorry this is late but i hope you like it 🥰 i picked blue hyacinth meaning constancy for your drabble. thank you again and enjoy!

With his line of work, sometimes Iwaizumi gets curve balls thrown his way. One day it may be just a normal volleyball practice, the next he might be tending to an on court-injury and barking for the first aid. He’s also constantly hopping from city to city or wherever he’s needed. It’s never really a dull moment for the athletic trainer.

There are days, though, when he wishes there was something constant in his life. Something or someone to be an everyday comfort, an anchor, a home. It takes him a while, but he find the very thing he's looking for in you: his unwavering North Star and the reason to come home to.

6 PM on the dot and Iwaizumi’s already pressed the call button. There’s a smile on his face for he can picture you in the kitchen of his and your cozy home. By this time, you would have just returned from work and maybe some errands to now starting on making dinner. He wonders what you’re making while he’s out of town and his heart aches a little. If he closes his eyes and focus, Iwaizumi can hear you humming a random melody as you go about cooking. His daydream cuts off when you answer with a delighted but flustered laugh. A tender smile that you can’t see blooms on your husband’s face as you explain that the delivery man just had to come right when he rang; gosh, he misses you already.

“I miss you” you say, always on the same wavelength as him.

“I miss you too, I’ll be home soon.”

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someonestolemyshoes · 3 years

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Hey! First of all, I'd like to say that I love your works on AO3! "Fifteen Minutes With You" (or smth along those lines) was one of the first fics of levihan I read, and I loved it!

Anyway, a couple of sentence prompts that've been rolling around in my head. I'll add some detail, but feel free to use or discard anything. Writing is tricky lol!

"What if I (insert bad deed)?"

"I'll love you just the same"

"And if I (do smth bad)?"

"I'll love you just the same."

I was feeling a childhood levihan thing goin on here, maybe angsty? Idk

And fluffiness

"Wow! It's been 4 days!"

"Since?"

"I last bathed!"

*thwack*

Aaah hello! Thank you so much, I’m always pleasantly surprised to find people who read my Levihan fics from back in the day :D it brings me so much joy, you’ve no idea.

I decided to go with the bath prompt - though admittedly, it ended up far less fluffy and far more angsty than I intended, I hope you can enjoy it regardless!

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"Hange."

...

"Hange."

...

"Oi, shitty glasses. Hange."

No response.

Levi stands in the doorway, shoulder-leaning the frame and glowering into Hange's cluttered quarters. He has been calling her name for the better part of five minutes now, but Hange, hunched over her desk with her nose mere inches from the leaf of parchment she is scribbling on, had failed to notice him.

He kicks his boot against the door, and the resounding bang is enough to catch her attention. She jumps a little in her chair, and turns quickly to the door. She relaxes when her gaze lands on him.

"You scared me."

Levi grunts. "You didn't come to dinner.”

Hange blinks at him. Her gaze travels to the window, where the sky beyond had grown dark save for a speckle of stars and the thin smile of a wispy moon.

"I forgot.”

Levi rolls his eyes, pushing off the door frame.

"You forgot lunch, too." And breakfast, and countless meals over the last few days, weeks. Months, maybe.

She hums absently, turning back to her papers. "I've been busy. Lost track--I don't know how Erwin had enough time in the day to do everything."

Levi gives a noncommittal grunt and picks his way towards the desk, avoiding haphazard piles of books and papers and discarded scrolls, small, disorganised mountains of debris that must have made some semblance of sense to Hange. Even as he watches, she twists in her chair and reaches blindly into one pile, plucking up a stack of papers and dropping them onto the desk with a sigh.

Levi stops beside the desk, arms folded over his chest to look at her.

Up this close, Hange looks tired. It isn't an unusual sight--Hange has been prone to fits of research-fuelled insomnia for as long as Levi has known her, so easily side-tracked by her every theory and scheme that basic needs like sleep and sustenance often took a back seat. But there is something unsettling to her exhaustion, these days. There is no manic glint in her eye, no exaggerated waving or yelling, no aroused flush to her cheeks; recently, Hange is always pale, skin papery at best, but waxy and sickly more often than not. Her shoulders sag over the desk, shirt hanging more loosely over her frame than Levi remembers, and there's a near constant tremor to her fingers that barely ceases even as she presses pen to paper, scribbling notes and signatures on countless forms presented by countless people.

Her gaze is fixed dully on the newest expense report, now. The low orange light of her lamp flickers in the lenses of her glasses; fire dances on a matt black backdrop over her left eye, where the patch is strapped firmly in place. Her right is half closed, exhaustion pulling at the lid, the skin beneath is puffy and bruised deep purple. Her lips, dry and cracked, shift almost imperceptibly as she mouths the words on the page, reading quickly, scratching her signature where needed and flipping to the next page.

"There's food," he says, leaning his hip on the corner of the desk. "Stew, and the brats hid some bread from Sasha. Go eat something."

"In a minute," Hange mumbles. Levi huffs, and pinches the top of the quill, plucking it out of Hange's grasp. It's a testament to her exhaustion, that her fist keeps the motion of writing for a second too long before realising she is no longer making a mark on the paper. With a tired sigh, she sits back, and levels her tired gaze on Levi.

"In a minute," she says again, holding her hand out for the pen. "Let me finish these first."

"Eat. It'll still be here when you get back."

She looks very much like she wants to argue. Levi watches the way her brow creases in the middle, the way her eye pinches, narrowing at him, the way her hands ball into white-knuckled fists against her thighs. But she's tired. She is bone tired, and the righteous energy saps from her within seconds. She deflates, and brings a hand up to rub at her eye, knocking her glasses up to her forehead as she does.

Levi almost wishes she had fought with him instead. There's a terrible, gnawing guilt, seeing her like this--seeing the way the weight of his choice bears down on her. Hange is a worthy Commander, of that, Levi is certain--Erwin never would have chosen her if he didn't believe the same.

But things have changed. The world has changed. And what it means to be Commander of the Survey Corps has morphed into something unfathomable larger and more complex than what it was before. It is unchartered territory, and Hange has been thrown into waters black and bottomless.

Hange pushes her bangs back from her face with both hands. The hair, limp with grease, sticks in place, and even Hange seems surprised, pulling her hands back and looking almost curiously at her palms.

"Huh. Its been four days."

"Since?"

She gives him a look, then, and there's a flash of something old and familiar in her eye. She quirks the corner of her mouth in a grin.

"Since I bathed."

Levi swiftly raises his arm, and Hange flinches, but the curled fist that thunks atop her head is almost gentle. She blinks up at him in surprise.

"Disgusting. I'll hose you down after you eat."

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Hange sits cross-legged in the tub, while Levi's fingers scrub soap suds into her scalp. The bathroom is mostly dark, save for the flicker of lamplight and the pale, foggy glow from the moon through the window.

She is quiet while he cleans her. She had eaten some food, though not as much as he would have liked; sipped at the stew and picked half heartedly at the bread the kids had painstakingly secured. It was better than nothing, but Levi finds his gaze travelling from the top of her soapy head to her bony shoulders, and to the knotted curve of her spine. He can see the shift of her ribs beneath her skin, and when she obediently leans her head back for him to rinse the suds from her hair, he can see twin points of bone at her hips, the skin brutally bruised from the pressure of their belts.

Something unpleasant rolls in his gut.

"Turn around."

Hange does, twisting until she is facing him and re-crossing her legs. Levi dips a cloth into the warm bath water and begins the meticulous process of scrubbing her down, starting at her shoulders. Hange dutifully extends first one arm, and then the other, and it is while Levi is thumbing at the grime between her fingers that she hums, tucking her knees to her chest and resting her chin upon them.

"It's been a while," she says, voice soft in the quiet. Levi moves on to the next finger; Hange's hands, like his, are calloused across her palms and at the tips of her fingers, from years of using the triggers on the manoeuvre gear. They are rough, but her fingers are longer and thinner than his own, and limp in his hand like this, they look almost delicate.

Levi hums in question.

"Since we did this."

Levi makes another non-committal sound. Things have been hectic, since everything that happened at Shiganshina. A whirlwind of learning, adapting, planning, everything moving at such a dizzying pace that moments like this had been all but abandoned.

Moments of peace, of quiet; moments where the world falls still and time slows to barely a trickle, they are a rarity none of them have been able to afford.

Levi dips the cloth in the water and rinses the soap from Hange's hands.

"We've been busy," he says. You've been busy, is what he thinks, but his guilt would sit too far forward, if he said it like that; it would be too brazen, and he knows already that his apology is not what Hange wants to hear. He made his choice, and now he has to live with the consequences. There is no room for regret.

Hange sits back when Levi brings the cloth down over her chest, crossing her legs so he can wash over her belly and sides.

"It's nice," she says. "I forgot. How nice it was."

"For you, maybe," Levi says. He taps her knee, and Hange hook her leg out over the side of the tub. Levi adds more soap to the cloth and smooths it over her thigh.

Hange lets out a low chuckle. "Just another floor to mop for you, huh?"

"The floors don't get this filthy."

He is careful around her knee, where scar tissue from a recent wound is still forming. It is tender to the touch, he knows, but Hange makes no complaints when he touches it. She lets out a pleasant little groan when his fingers knead into her calves, toes curling.

Levi washes over her foot, then taps the sole, and Hange draws one leg back in and raises the other one, and the process starts again. It is methodical and familiar; strangely comforting, in the mess of everything. They've been battered with new information, faced with a world that is so vastly different from anything they had imagined before, burdened with the insurmountable task of exploring it, of finding their place in it--all of this new, all of this frightening.

But this; this is an old tale. They have danced this dance for years, muscle memory leading them in each step. Shiganshina changed some things--Levi is more gentle in places than he used to be, careful cleaning the thickened, still healing skin on her back where Bertolt's titan had burned her. He used to dump water over her head like a dog, bit back smiles at the way she would cough and sputter and stare indignantly through her hair at him, but now is he careful to keep water from dripping into her bad eye. He slides the cloth over her face with more consideration, avoiding too much contact with the tender tissue above and below her clouded, milky eyeball. The swelling has lessened considerably over time, but the wound will remain raw for a long while to come.

When he is done, he helps her stand, and rinses her down with a pale of clean water before offering a hand to help her step from the tub. Standing up to full height, Levi can see the extent of the way her body has changed. She has always been a rake of a thing, all straight lines and sharp edges, but she has always seemed strong and sturdy. Something steady, dependable.

Now, she seems fragile in a way Levi has never known her to be. There is no room left for her to bend; too much pressure, and he fears she will snap, splinter into a million pieces he cannot hope to fit back together again.

He holds a towel for her. Hange takes it with a small, grateful smile, and wraps it around herself, then leans back against the edge of the tub and bows her head. Levi scrubs at her hair with a second towel, ringing as much water from it as he can.

She dries herself half heartedly and pulls on the spare shirt Levi had brought for her while her back and shoulders are still damp. The fabric sticks to her, highlights the protruding bones of her spine when she bends over to tug on her pants.

Once fully dressed, Hange stretches, popping her back as she does, and rolls her shoulders, her neck. She gives Levi a lazy, pleased smile.

"I needed that," Hange says. Levi clicks his tongue.

"I know. You stank."

Hange laughs, a light, airy thing.

"Always so kind, Levi," she says tunefully. She seems loose, more relaxed than Levi has seen her in what feels like forever. Her shoulders sit lower not bunched up about her ears, and her face isn't so pinched or strained. It's a relief.

It's short lived.

"I should get back," she says.

"You should sleep."

She shrugs a shoulder at him, waves a hand.

"Later," she says. Even as she speaks, Levi can see the tension rising in her; the respite of a bath and a hot meal had been brief, and already the weight is reloading. Her burden grows heavier by the second.

"A few hours, Hange. The paperwork will still be there when you wake up."

"And there will be more, no doubt," she says. "I'll get further behind than I am already."

There is no more room for negotiation. Levi can only count himself lucky that he managed to get this far with her, to do this much. He schools his face into a neutral expression and nods, scooping to pick up her wet towel and dropping it into the laundry basket as he follows her out of the bathroom.

Levi refuses to regret his choice. He made the right decision in Shiganshina, and he will not doubt himself for that.

But the tight, nauseous knot in his stomach does not ease. He watches Hange settle back into her desk chair, strap her eye patch over her still-damp hair, and bow herself over the pile of papers she had abandoned on the desk, and the sickening unease swells to his chest, pushing the air from his lungs.

He made the choice to condemn Erwin to death. He will do everything he can to ensure he has not done the same thing to her.

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Thank you again for the ask!! If anyone else has prompts, please feel free to send them :) I can’t promise I’ll fill everything, but it’s a fun exercise

#levihan #snk #levi ackerman #hange zoe #my writing #thank you so much!! i really enjoyed doing this one ;;#i like anything that lets me just gratuitously describe....anything #asks

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ofmythsandmadness · 3 years

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stop moving | d.h

you do diego’s eyeliner. 2k words.

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NOTES: gender neutral. long haired diego. i don’t know why i’m writing this and i kinda hate it lol, i rarely write this sort of thing but y’know. i’m going to check all messages, notifs & messed gems in the morning, i’m really only posting this and ghosting again, bc i know otherwise i’ll never do it. and y’know, i want to feel productive about something. take care folks <3

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"CAN YOU PLEASE STOP MOVING?!”

Hot breath stings your trembling fingers as Diego huffs a laugh; it’s barely a sound, a mumble of a chuckle, but you feel it vibrate through your body and hit your hand and it almost does you in. You almost just give up and confess your undying attraction, right then and there. And as though you need more contact, even more of him pressing against you, egging you closer to the precipice that will surely be your infatuated doom.

“You’re the one who asked to do this, you don’t get to complain.”

“Well, you wanted it. You agreed to this!”

“I--” another exhale against your hand, another peal of laughter following shortly. You've half a mind to clamp his mouth shut with it, if it wouldn’t ignite yet another ill-thought fantasy of yours. “This was still your idea.”

Your smile buds and blooms despite your brain begging your lips to be still. You can’t help it; he’s too good at weaseling into the cracks of your composure. One look, one soft chuckle and you’re set for life. It doesn’t help that you’re basically on his lap, cradling his face in your hands like he’s a baby, and his own fingers tap-tap-tap away on your hips, creating a rhythm no one else but you can make out. Honestly, you’re surprised you haven’t totally cracked yet, this close and this personal.

“Shut your eyes.”

“They are shut.”

“No they’re not!” you poke lightly at the fluttering lids. Your lip snags on your bottom lip; a poor attempt to hide a giggle. “I can’t do this with your eyes open.”

“D'aww…” his lids shut as he groans. “So I’m just supposed to sit here? Let you draw on my face in total darkness?”

You click your tongue, half in disapproval in his exaggeration, and half because you’ve won yet again against his stubbornness. “I won’t be long. Suck it up.”

“Sure. Y’know, I have siblings; I know how long it takes them to do makeup, and-”

“-stop moving, asshole!” Your free hand tugs ever lightly on a strand of hair, one of the many that’s slipped out of his ponytail. Repressed thoughts flash in sultry red across your thoughts and you swallow, quickly letting the hair go. “I-I need you to stay still, or this will take forever.”

Diego sighs and his grip tightens around your hips. Before you know it, he’s moving you. “Then stop wriggling,” he grumbles, flattening you against his legs. You’re basically straddling him, at that point, and your mind goes absolutely blank at how much more intimate this feels. Does he notice? Or is this just another friendly motion you’re yet again reading into?

Your mouth tastes of cotton balls and it’s dry as an Arizona summer. Still, you manage an ‘okay’ before readying your pen again. All you can hope for is a steady hand, though by the way he still holds your waist, and how your mouth lingers mere inches from his lips -- well, you’re coming undone.

It’s just eyeliner, you tell yourself. Your hand rises and swipes; black begins to pool its deep colour against his lashes, low and thin. The line builds taller, thicker as you work, extending out to the corner of his eye. As he breathes, and you try to remind yourself how to, the eyeliner pen works its shaky magic and draws the slightest tinge of a wing against his skin.

“How’s it going?”

At least he’s kind enough to mumble it, though his face still shifts under your hold. Once more your tongue clicks.

“It goes better when you don’t speak.”

He swallows his laugh; you know, because you feel his throat work as you hold his head steady. It’s strange and exhilarating, to be so close and still so far away. You want to cradle his cheeks gentler, to hold his face with the heart of a lover, but you’re terrified he’ll recognise your touch and realise your feelings. So you barely touch him and remind yourself to be professional about this.

It’s eyeliner, not a rom-com.

“I’m bored,” he whisper whines.

“Shh.”

“It’s too quiet.”

“Shut up,” you mumble, patting his cheek gently. “M’working.”

“Y/N...”

You pull away and sit back on his thighs. His left eye doesn’t look half bad, but if he keeps talking… “You can’t talk, ‘else it’s gonna look bad!”

“Then you talk!”

You baulk. “What?”

“I’ll be quiet,” he swears, pouting up to you with eyes still shut, “but please, say something before I lose my mind.”

“Well, I-I-what about?”

“I don’t know. Anything.” He smiles softly. “I like hearing you talk. Don’t care what about.”

You could die right then and there. It’s a simple compliment, it’s really the bare minimum, but you’re already head over heels. And just a couple of soft spoken works are all you need to do you in and nearly keel you over, still straddling his muscular thighs.

“Uh…” you cough, forcing out the giddy tremble that threatens to take your voice. No lovesick teen voice today, thank you very much. “Okay. I don’t have much to...well, the other day, I saw my coworker totally wipe out leaving work.” You pause, expecting some reply, but he stays silent. “And he... he ate so much shit, he might as well dunked his head in a gas station toilet. And - and you know, normally I’d try to sympathise, but when you always make a point to park in my parking spot, I don’t care. Brett’s such an ass. And I don’t blame him, cause he’s got an asshole name -- Brett can’t be anything else but an asshole. So it's his parents fault probably but still, I…”

You continue on, slipping from the topic of your coworker to the free muffin you got with your coffee last week, to the prospects of buying a pet to keep your apartment less lonely, and to what probably felt like a thousand and one things ranted at him. All the while your hands continue, making neat work of a task that had just felt impossible.

And miraculously, aside from a chuckle thrown now and then, Diego stays silent. Maybe he actually means it. Maybe he does like your voice -- or he’s so bored he’s falling asleep, you don’t know. But it’s okay, you don’t let yourself linger on that, too content with taking in his relaxed features and the gentleness of the afternoon sun on the two of you.

“Aaaand….there!” With a triumphant shout, you throw the eyeliner to the side and your hands plunge towards the sky, fist-pumping like you’d just won the lottery. Your body bounces up and down on his lap like a child meeting Santa; in your excitement, you barely notice. “You’re done!”

“That’s it?”

“Yup.” You grabble for a mirror, looking away from him for a moment as you reach for the handle. Wiping it off, you’re focused solely on making sure the glass is clean enough for him to see himself in, and your brain is distracted enough to totally forget what you’ve even done, enough so when you look up, all you have is,

“Oh.”

Look, you know Diego is an attractive man. You’ve known since the day you met; he’s a beautiful guy, a handsome asshole who wormed his way into your befuddled heart before you could even learn his name. He’s pretty enough that if he wasn’t so set on his weird vigilante career, he could probably shoot for being a damn supermodel. He’s a catch! But all those years of knowing that and feeling like that could not prepare you for the sight in front of you.

Diego squints at you, cocking his head. “Is it okay?”

“I…” Delicate black lines his upper lash line, making his deep brown eyes stand out even more. He’s smiling still, full lips curving up to only make your heart pound faster. A strand of his hand falls across his face, painting the gentlest of shadows but it doesn’t bother his pretty face. “I...no, no, yea-ah…”

“Wow,” he laughs, jabbing a finger into your side. “Eloquent.”

“I-I-shut up,” you stammer. You force the mirror into his hands and look away. You’re still on his lap, still straddling his lap and the logical part of your brain begs you to get it together and fall off, already. But the stupid, foolish, absolutely idiotic part leaves you paralysed. “Just look for yourself.”

You squeeze your eyes shut and wait for him in the silence. There’s nothing, though, for achingly painful seconds, until the mirror shifts down. “Huh.”

“Huh, good? Or bad?”

“I wasn’t expecting this.”

“Really? What’s wrong?”

“It’s not bad,” he assures you, his smile evident in his tone. “Just different. Don’t know how to feel about it.”

“O-oh...well, if it makes you feel better, I think it looks great.”

“You do?”

Oh, dammit. That came out with way too much enthusiasm, didn’t it? Your legs are concrete as you shift, face angled towards the floor. Hopefully he’s strong enough to push you off him when your body literally catches flame from humiliation.

“You look good man,” he mocked back to you. But he’s grinning, egging you on like a child who knows he’s got you twisted around his pinky finger. “Come on, say it like you don’t have a gun to your head!”

And maybe you do, maybe you’re holding the revolver to your temple, just asking to get screwed if you dare speak beyond the most stilted compliment you’ve ever extended to someone. He’s a friend, you remind yourself; friends are allowed to compliment the other. They’re allowed to say they look good and not make it a thing, even if they wish it was a thing, and--

“--hey? You in there?”

“Sorry,” you say to the floor. You swear a thousand curses before looking back to Diego. And, yeah -- he still looks impossibly good. The ageing afternoon sun falls just perfectly against his skin, flushing him into the being of a god, standing in your apartment while you, a mere mortal, remains stuck to his thick thighs.

You gulp in air desperately, trying to catch your gaze on something, anything else -- but nothing sticks. He’s still there, inches from you, desperately aching for you to stare at.

“No, uh, yeah. You look - you look hot.”

Wait.

That wasn’t--

“-I look hot?”

That isn’t what you were supposed to say.

“I,” you have literally nothing to save yourself. This is the end! You’re young Leo and Rose is shoving you off the door and into the icy waters, and you’ve just got one last look at pretty Diego to satiate the freezing burn before you succumb to it. “I...wasn’t...that wasn’t what I meant.”

He has no right to look so smug. But he does it anyway. He leans away from your hands as they flutter through the air on their own accord, looking at you through half-lidded pools of caramel. “You don’t think I look hot?”

“Don’t,” you warn, with little strength behind it. “Don’t twist my words.”

“I’m just asking.”

He leans back in. You’re almost touching again.

Is this weird? This is definitely weird.

You swallow back the lump in your throat and stare back at him. This all feels like fifth grade all over again -- awkward, sticky and like every move is the wrong move. But you can’t stop yourself from playing into his hands, because that sly, shameful part of you wants this more than will ever be admitted. You want him to look at you like this, like you could hang the stars if he asked you to...and you want him to pull you closer, as he does, and mean it.

Could he?

“Would you hate me? If I thought you looked hot?”

Diego head cocks to the side as he seemingly contemplates your words. A nudge meets your side; you look down to see his hands once again reaching for you. Though it's on their own accord this time, gently landing on your left hip, then the right. You shiver.

“That depends,” he says slowly. His eyes narrow, black wings just barely crinkling in. “D’you mean it like, ‘oH, that’s so-oo hot, woW-’”

Your laugh is hardly a whisper. It cracks even before your lips. “Come on.”

“Or, do you…” his fingers dig in a little more. They nudge at the fabric of your top, daring it to move enough so they could cradle the flesh hidden underneath. “You mean it the other way?”

Heart in throat, all the courage you can possibly muster with it, you mutter, “the...other way, probably.” Then a second later, “is that okay?”

“Mm…” His fingers finally reach your skin. You shiver under his touch, warm and unflinching as they brush against the soft curves. Diego’s face comes towards your own and you force yourself not to move. But he doesn’t stop, instead he goes past you, brushing his plush lips against your earlobe. “I would say...that if all this took was making you do my eyeliner, I shoulda asked years ago.”

“I, okay...don’t play with me, here--”

“--I’m serious,” he protests lowly. His lips leave your ear but they don’t run far. Instead, you find them a brush away from your own, just as you were minutes before. Only this time, you don’t try to clamp your mouth shut and skirt away from the touch. You nudge your nose against his own, exhaling softly as more skin meets the heat of his own. “You think I just let anyone sit on my lap like this, without thinkin’ it could be more?”

You shrug like this is normal. Like you’re perfectly at peace with the universe and the way you’re wondering how his tongue would taste, pushing back against your own. “I mean...do you?”

“No,” he chuckles low. “No, I’m...not into friendly lap dances, actually.”

“O-oh. Mm.”

He pulls you closer. He wants you closer.

“Diego…” You’re unravelling. You’re fucking unravelling, unnerved by his voice and his hands and you’re putty in them, all inhibitions sliding away like you’re three drinks in. His hands by your sides leave their marks against your skin; you can feel the pads of his fingers, burning into your skin like they were molten iron and not just mere brushes. “I...”

“Tell me.” He sounds cocky. He has a right to be, even if you’re damned to admit it. “Tell me what you think.”

Your hands shiver up his forearms, clinging to his bare shoulders as he pulls you impossibly closer. Your mind’s going a mile a minute and you refuse to listen to a single thought. You’re only feeling him.

“Y/N…”

“Fine,” you huff, with a smile. Your noses brush again; your eyes flutter shut with his image imprinted against their lids. “I think you look...hot as hell, Diego.”

“Yeah.” He’s grinning; you can hear it in his voice, that smirk that makes your gut flip like a damn rollercoaster ride. “S’what I thought, baby.”

And then he kisses you.

A/N: i normally hate writing oblivious characters but this wasn’t even intentional really. every time i try to write something remotely sexual i just lead the reader into ‘oH tHiS iS jUsT wHaT fRiEnDs Do’ and ‘iT’S wEiRd rIgHt’. to my defense...i doubt you’re on this page reading this expecting good sexual tension. i’m not the tua writer for that; let me know if you want recommendations for that because trust me, there are better authors for that. for now, you get this. <3

#diego hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves #hargreeves x reader #tua x reader #my writing #this is so random #I just saw a fanart of completely different ppl doing eyeliner and i thought #why not put diego in eyeliner he deserves it

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tainted-wine · 3 years

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Just gonna leave this here: a quirk that turns Hawks into an actual hawk version of himself that can talk, and his poor s/o must be his falconer until the quirk wears off. Alternatively, Dabi getting chibi’d. MANY LOLS TO BE HAD. And also burnt pants pockets, if I’m not mistaken.

If Hawks was a bird, I’d imagine his appearance would resemble a Brahminy Kite aka red-backed sea eagle. Yeah, I know they’re not exactly hawks but it’s such a perfect look for him. Though I’d imagine his front plumage to look more blonde than white.

The news reporters were already swarming him. At least give him a chance to breathe; this was probably more shocking to himself than it was to them. It’s also just a little intimidating to have so many people several times his height squatting down and shoving mics into his little beak.

“Did you see the villain that did this to you, Hawks?”

“How long will this quirk last?”

“Will you be able to carry on with hero work in this condition?”

“What do you have to say to your fangirls right now?”

“Would you be willing to have a photoshoot with us and promote our bird shop?”

He raises his wings (man, it’s weird when they’re your only upper limbs) and attempts to calm everyone down.

“Relax, everyone. I’ll have this all fixed up soon, I promise! And don’t think I’ll be taking a break from hero work just because I’m small enough to perch on your arm. You villains out there better stay put!”

The flashing cameras hurt. His eyes felt more sensitive than ever.

Of course, that was a bit of a lie. Hell no, he isn’t fighting any competent villain while he’s a literal bird, but he already knows that the Hero Commission isn’t going to let him sit back even while he looks like this.

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What the fuck were you watching.

A group of reporters were crowding a bird that had just hopped out of your lover’s hero outfit which was piled on the floor. And they were calling the bird Hawks.

And then the bird spoke. With Hawks’s voice.

No way.

A bit less than an hour after those surreal interviews, a rapping sound was heard at your window. Lo and behold, the same bird you’ve been looking at all over the Tweeter feed was waving at you as he waited patiently to be let in.

You didn’t know where to even start as he waddled in, unsteady on legs that bended in ways he wasn’t used to, and large talons that scratched every surface.

“Did ya miss me, baby bird?” Wow, he really just used his seductive voice.

Your discussion with him about what he plans to do while in his current form is as awkward as you expected, with one extra curve-ball thrown in.

Your face looms over his smaller head. “What do you mean you need me on your patrols? Patrols that you shouldn’t even be doing right now?”

He shakes and puffs up his feathers. “You’ll be my partner in crime! Well, more like you’ll be the one carrying my goods around and answering calls while I take down bad guys. And I have to make sure I always have a good takeoff spot, since I’m not as quick and limber of a flyer as I usually am. It’ll be safe, I promise.”

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It wasn’t very safe.

Sneaking up on a villain in a sketchy ally was not safe at all. Hawks was unknowingly digging his talons into your skin as he kept his body low, his wings only half-folded in case he needed to fly at any moment.

With a signaling squeeze (ouch), you swung your arm as he leapt off and flew toward the unassuming criminal.

It was...ridiculous, watching what was an intimidating man make high-pitched yelps of surprise and swat at the hawk flapping around his head. All respect as a villain is probably lost if you’re subdued by a bird that isn’t even half your size.

“Now!” Hawks shouted while he had the man’s arms pinned behind his back.

You rushed in to click the handcuffs around his wrists.

“That’s your third arrest, baby bird! You oughta try for a hero license!” He praised you with a wink.

“Thanks, but I’d rather have this entire fever dream end as soon as possible.”

His phone vibrated in your pocket and you withdrew it to see which sidekick or Commission member was calling him this time. Instead, a strange name popped up.

“Who is...‘Burnt Bitch’?”

Hawks swooped in and snatched the phone out of your hands before you could even blink.

“Aheheheh, sorry love! This is a personal call that I gotta take myself!” He flew out of your sight, leaving you to handle the humiliated and angry villain by yourself.

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Hawks swore when he scratched his screen as he attempted to answer the call. Dammit, Dabi sure was a master of contacting him at inconvenient times.

Having finally pressed the button, he gave his usual greeting to the fiery villain. “What’s up, Dabs?”

“So you’re a literal birdbrain right now, are you? Pretty hilarious.”

That...was not Dabi’s voice.

“Um, why do you sound like a chipmunk?”

“...I’m just using a voice changer,” the squeaky villain said. “I shouldn’t make myself too obvious when talking to you.”

Hawks scratched his head, flinching when he nearly poked his eye. “You’re just now deciding to do that, and you couldn’t pick a voice that I’d actually take seriously?”

“Like you’re one to talk. I’m impressed you managed to answer the phone without any hands. You’re meeting up with me at the usual spot tonight.”

“...Tonight?”

Dabi groaned, which sounded more like those low meows that angry cats do. “Did I stutter? Those holes in your bird head work, right? And you better not laugh when you get here.”

Click.

Hawks’s inner eyelids blinked rapidly at the phone. What would he laugh about?

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Oh.

That’s what.

Hawks rested on a trash can as he watched Dabi emerge from the shadows behind the abandoned building. He was pretty far away, his form slowly getting bigger as he got closer. Although...Hawks is pretty sure that he should look a lot bigger from that distance. Maybe the angle of his giant eyes was screwing up his depth perception.

It was only when Dabi was right in front of him did Hawks realize that the villain was the size of a toddler.

He tried not to let any laughter slip past his beak, and failed miserably.

“What did I fucking tell you?” Dabi growled in his helium voice. Oh god he wasn’t using a voice changer on the phone.

That made the bird hero laugh even harder, wings outstretched as he tried to keep his balance. “Wh-wha...” He struggled to speak between wheezes. “What the hell happened?”

Dabi shuffled in his kiddie hoodie. “Some dumbass thug thought it would be funny to chibify me. I thought it would be funny to turn him into ash, so I did.”

“Really? Do you know if it wears off overtime or did you just kill the poor guy without asking questions?”

“......”

“Holy shit!” Another fit of squawking laughter. “You might be adorable forever!”

A blue flame appeared in his tiny baby hands oh my god he’s so cute!

“Unlike you, I can still use my quirk, so keep talking if you want to become the fried chicken you love so much.”

"You-” Cough. “You don’t even need your fire.” Hawks's feathers were fully fluffed out as he tried to breathe. “If you keep talking with that high voice, I’m gonna keel over!”

A tiny scarred hand around his neck finally silenced him with a startled screech.

“You tweety little bastard.”

Hawks cracked up again as he choked.

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Shouta Aizawa has come across many strange sights during his late night patrols. Some of them gruesome, some of them obscene, and some that are just too weird to even be questioned.

Finding a child concealed in an oversized hoodie in a bout of fisticuffs with a bird of prey was in the third category.

He couldn’t even tell who was winning. The kid would sometimes get a hold of the bird for no more than a few seconds before a sharp beak digs into his hand and forces him to let go. It was the strangest wrestle that the underground hero had ever witnessed.

“Aww, try again, little baby! You almost had me that time!”

Wait a minute. That voice...

Right, Hawks was still doing work even though he was a damn actual hawk. Well, he probably doesn’t need his help with an unruly brat.

Aizawa walked away from the scuffle and continued his scouting. There are real dangers out here that need to be taken care of.

#asks #hawks #dabi #don't ask any logical questions #accept the crack

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your-eyes-can-be-so-cruell · 3 years

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What are your hopes for Johnny as a father by the time the curtain closes on the show? How do you expect his relationship with Robby and Miguel to evolve over the coming seasons and also what are your hcs for the Lawrence-Diaz clan?

Hiya!

Ooooh interesting. I think really I just want him to believe in himself more. The tragic thing is Johnny is someone with a massive heart and I think if a lot of things hadn’t happened to him he would have been a good father. I believe he still can though because he’s proven that he can be with Miguel even though he doesn’t realise he’s doing it. As soon as I found out Robby existed I said to someone that Miguel and Johnny’s relationship will be a good thing long-term for Johnny’s relationship with Robby because it’s helping to prove to Johnny that he can be a responsible and loving person. Of course we need him to recognise that he can do those same things with Robby!

I have a lot of expectations as to where his relationships with them will end up and I just hope they don’t short change us. I think with Miguel it will be pretty simple they are already best friends but maybe if he gets more involved in the family Johnny might outwardly start seeing himself as Miguel’s father, I would really like that because at the moment he just see’s himself as his teacher. I think that’s a step that Johnny needs to take. As for the more difficult relationship with Robby I’m hope I’m right that they will allow a deeper relationship to develop between them. They have so few scenes together and the ones they do have almost always end in an argument, I think for entertainments sake that also has to evolve. Johnny needs to be brave for Robby’s sake and not walk away when it gets difficult because It won’t take much for Robby to respond to him. We’ve seen how much Robby loves him and wants that relationship. For me season 4 seems to have been set up like the classic father saves son motif. Johnny has to save Robby from the situation that noone saved him from. I think it’s time to have some progress in the relationship because it’s reached the worst case scenario now of Robby being with Kreese. I think Johnny will prove himself to Robby and that will lead him away from CK. What I really need is for Robby to understand more about Johnny because it feels like at this point he just thinks Johnny lost a karate contest and has been moping since. I’ll keep saying it until they do it but Robby needs to know what Kreese did to Johnny in 84. I think that would be an important moment because not only would he hate Kreese because he loves Johnny but also because it would make him realise how Johnny became so messed up. It would maybe bring some understanding between the two of them and open the door to those deeper conversations.

I’ve said this before and it may be a longshot but I would love Johnny and Robby to train together at some point. Just because it’s been teased before with Kreese asking why Johnny doesn’t do it and Robby looking at his fathers website. It would be such a bonding moment for them and it just makes me sad seeing that flashback with Sam and Daniel, I want that for Johnny and Robby. In the CK universe training together is how people learn things about each other so that would be great way for them to become closer. It would also be interesting to see how Johnny would change his training methods because there is no way he would train Robby in the same way as his students. In fact he’d probably be pretty worried about the idea in the first place, I think Johnny has made this negative association because of his fatherly feelings to do with Kreese that you cannot be your child's sensei because you’ll hurt them. So it would be pretty good to see Robby call Johnny out on not training him properly because of his fears. It would also be nice if they did live together at some point because that was teased and then it never came to pass. So much time has been lost that I just want them to have those moments together. That scene with Johnny packing Robby’s bag for school was so cute that I wanna see more of dad Johnny. It would be interesting to see them try and evolve to living together and also the potential conflict of Miguel and Carmen coming round.

As for my hc’s/wishes/ I just want loads of bonding scenes is that too much to ask -sobs- Johnny has been such a lonely character I want him to be sitting round a table having those big family dinners with all the people he loves. I want in the future for Miguel and Robby to become friends because I think the potential for that to happen is there. It would be pretty funny to see them gang up on Johnny about things like him knowing nothing about technology. I want Carmen and Johnny going on date nights and acting like giggly kids when they come home and Miguel being like ‘what time do you call this?’. Also, can we have the Robby/Johnny camping trip that Billy said would be Johnny’s wish?! I want them going on a road trip together and listening to the bands they both like. As for Yaya she is teaching Johnny how to speak Spanish so he can surprise Carmen, their lessons mostly consist of them sharing beers and watching tv. She keeps jokingly asking Johnny when he is gonna become her son-in-law but Johnny doesn’t understand those words yet.

Final headcannon as we discussed I would really love Carmen and Johnny to have a baby. I feel like it would be a final challenge for Johnny in his development. Maybe he’ll have got to a place where things are good with Robby and he’s got Miguel and then he gets thrown this curve ball, it’s the same situation which he messed up all those years ago. He’ll probably have massive doubts all over again and having those parallels with him eventually coming through it would be interesting to see. Plus I just want all the fluff moments between Carmen and Johnny, we know he can be such a soft person and if he’s more confident this time round I bet he’d be googling stuff about babies and pregnancy nonstop. Johnny would make a big thing of saying he hopes the baby looks like its mama instead of him but when it arrives with baby blue eyes like it’s daddy Carmen is so happy. Then you have Miguel and Robby sharing this sibling and maybe that can be the thing that finally creates a situation for them to become friends? Like you said given how slow the series goes I’m not sure how this would fit in, I mean they seemed to jump from the summer to x-mas pretty quick so maybe it’s possible with a time skip. CK is one of those shows that seems like it’s building to the big happy ending for the redeemed character and normally a new start in fiction is indicated with a baby or marriage so yeah, I want both haha.

I hope this is ok. I didn’t really edit much as I went along so I hope it all makes sense lol. Thank you for asking me this I loved thinking about my hopes for Johnny and the show! Xxx

#long post #cobra kai #johnny lawrence #robby keene #carmen diaz #miguel diaz #yaya diaz #answered

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dizzydancingdreamer · 3 years

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Hiii 🥺 if i could ask, how do you outline your works in general? books, short stories, one shots? What are the differences? 🥺🥺

Hey I love this-- here's a little walk through of what I do. Bear in mind I do really heavy outlines-- lets go through it all, okay? It's not as daunting as it may seem

Click keep reading to see an extensive guide to outlining stories!

Books!

So I'm going to use the Maze Runner re-write I'm working on (no one steal my shit I will be sad)

First off, I get all my templates from Evernote they have some really great templates and they range from when you want to plan a little bit and when you want to plan a lot, here is the link !!!! I recomend highly!

I start with the basics. Title, genre, series (yes or no), premise, setting. I add a box to keep my dates (if you see, I'm not good at filling them in, thank god docs keeps a history so I can later. This isn't necessary I just think its fun-- like a scrapbook of my progress!)

I then add a story premise template-- this one's important!!! It's like the shortest summary for when you need to go back while writing and remember things quickly. I add details like slang (ex: the maze runner uses terms that are made up so I need to remember to use them when writing), the main events (inciting and conflict will do), and my main goal!

After this you can choose to add which template will work best for planning the story. Some people choose to do the characters first but I, in this case, chose story because I am drawing off a series that already exists and plan to stick relatively close to that. In any other case I might have planned characters first but it's up to you!

The templates for planning your story range from very in depth to not at all-- I'll lay them out for you and you can choose the best for you!

The least in depth (derived from screenwriting, this method offers just a brief outline of what you want to write, leaves a lot of room for movement as you write) : Story Beats

More in depth but not crazy (goes through all the main parts of your book, lets you focus closer to the details singularly as opposed to part of a whole, a happy middle) : 3-Act Structure

The most in depth, full crazy (plan every chapter, the exact way you want things to plan, note: you may do this and then get thrown a curve ball while writing but that is OK!) : Chapter Outline

Here is an example of my chapter outlines (again, people, don't steal my shit please I beg do not)

As you can see-- I do all the outlines LOL but this is the only one worth showing and it's the only one I focus on when I write. These are about as detailed as I get-- it's important to leave room for your characters to breathe. This is as much their story as it is yours-- if they're trying to do something you should let them do it. Natural flow is always best.

Next I dive into characters (again, you can do this first-- this is like cooking, there's a recipe but season things how you prefer to make it your own!)

First I start with a simple breakdown : The Character Master List

This includes main characters, antagonists, additional characters

An example below :)

After this I get wild-- I only do this with my protagonist(s) (in this case Ellie and Gally) and I go as in depth as I can. Every little thing I can think of about my characters gets written down. To write a book is to know your characters better than you know yourself. Their likes, dislikes, motivations, nervous habits, sleep schedules, every freckle and mole-- all of it. If you know your characters, you know your story. If you love your characters, you love your story.

Here is the template I use, again I strongly recommend : Character Profile / things I added

(On the templates (it's a dousy): full name, age, occupation, situation, motivation, height, build, skin tone, hair, eyes, facial description, prominent features / distinguishing marks, style of dress, mannerisms / gestures, how they perceive themself, one word used to describe themself, one paragraph, self perceived best personality trait / worst trait, self perceived best physical trait / worst trait, how they think others see them, something they would change about themself, one of voice, language / accent, fave phrases, personality, habits, ambition, greatest fear, biggest secret, how does this character get along with other characters, where they were born / grew up, important past events, family, current home, finances, occupation, education, health, religion, interests / hobbies, opinion of people in general, does the character hide their emotions from others?, person they hate most, best friends, love interests, person they go to for advice, person they feel responsible for, person character feels awkward around, person character openly admires, person character secretly admires, most important to character at the beginning / end)

See example, do not steal example (I know, redundant, but necessary)

Finally after characters I move on to world building. This is important! You need to understand the location and time so that you can write an accurate (or not) story!

Again, here is the template : Worldbuilding Basics

(On the templates: story location, time period, climate, geography, borders / what's beyond, architecture style, how do people get around, distinctive sights / sounds / smells, how many people live there, where do they live, how do they make a living, is the economy healthy, what is family life like, history of the place, the political situation, who are the leaders, the languages spoken, how do the people dress, what role does religion / superstition play, what holidays are important, what's the food like, what are the forms of entertainment, how do the younger generations differ from the old)

From here the rest is up to you, these are the things I recommend. As you can see from my screenshots, I do a lot for my planning.

Some other things you can think to incorporate are:

- General ideas (a place to keep things you need to remember while writing: themes, reoccurring motifs and metaphors, notes, scene ideas)

- Things to remember while writing (like general ideas but also not, a place to add notes about your characters, I like to write their habits here and keep it open while writing so that my characters remain somewhat consistent)

- Movie Script (For fanfiction books; I usually write my own dialogue but sometimes the movie does a good job of summing the basics, Ex: Alby goes over the basics of the glade and it made more sense to give him those lines again, can save you heartache)

Annnnnd that's all I do for books-- the outline I shared is about forty pages LOL so it's a lot but in my experience it's worth it!! Again, do what suits you always but this is what I find works.

Short Stories!

Usually my short stories are a very summed up version of the books. I do the chapter outlines and a very basic outline of the characters. In this case what I usually do is put it all in one doc-- outline and work as one.

This is the best example I can use without outing important story details. On the left you can see the headings of each chapter-- I recommend using these so you aren't stuck scrolling helplessly through long fics (trust me, after 25k words it gets insane).

Each of these, as noted above, I flesh out the basic scene set up of the chapter. It helps me keep the goal of what I want to convey so I don't trail off (I have a habit of doing that).

The final thing I recommend is SideNote-- it's a life saver.

Once enabled it allows you to write notes that you can see while writing in order to keep your story consistent. It has and will continue to come in handy!

One Shots!

I don't plan these at all LMFAO

Okay, kidding a little bit? It isn't worth showing because all it is is the basic outline of what I want to write and then I just attack it head on. One shots I usually just write and write and write and let it flow. They serve a purpose at the moment and thus are best written in the moment. My best advice here is to just let go-- you'll thank yourself for it!

I hope this helps, nonnie, and I hope whatever you write is as wonderful as you are! Thanks for trusting me enough to come for advice!!

#Dizzy answers #writblr #writing help #writing tips

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dilfbatman · 4 years

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Dil you already know who I’m going to say: Jason Todd. Also September 19 is Batman Day so be sure to hit up Walmart target and hot topic I heard they’re doing so merch sales and whatnot

JASON TODD MY HUSBAND!

- favorite thing about them: i love jason’s innate moral compass... i think he knows what’s genuinely right & wrong and he is willing to take on the burden of RIGHTING those wrongs so other innocent people don’t get hurt/or worse! i also love that no matter how many times life has thrown the worst curve ball at him - he looked death in the eyes and stood up against it and fought back - he’s the definition of you may fall down but you get up again & again so i genuinely admire his dedication, discipline, kindness, protective nature, & how naturally good he is! he chooses everyday to live and to try his best at whatever he puts his mind to so that’s definitely something i love about him!

- least favorite thing about them: again it’s an issue i have w the writers and i hate when writers just make him villainous w no other redeeming qualities bc... he’s NOT a villain! you can classify him as an antihero if you want bc he does things in the name of good & his morals but he will go about it in a way that may not align w other people’s definition of good - as in he kills whoever he believes deserves it (aka gotham’s scum) & like... he got murdered at 15 and ended up getting resurrected by the lazarus pit and went catatonic for a bit if i remember correctly? he has anger, he has sadness, he has a sense of hurt and that’s bc he has been extensively traumatized - he’s NOT evil or a villain! he’s a MAN who’s been wronged by the world many times & is fighting back!

- favorite line: “alexandre dumas, eat your heart out!”

- brOTP: i Love any interactions he has w his brothers when they’re joking around :’) i also love bizarro and how jason is like an older brother/father/best friend figure to him <3

- OTP: i honestly don’t ship him w anyone? i always saw him as a lone wolf! or you know what i’m gonna say ME <3 hiiiii jason :’) mwah

- nOTP: anything related to batcest/anything incestous/pedophilic in nature & also i don’t ship him w artemis or starfire bc i never thought they had that good of a relationship

- random headcanon: he’s a booktuber and will read shitty trashy erotica and make fun of it and will also just DESTROY a book he hates and make fun of all the characters! i have a list of jason hc’s and they hold all my headcanons of him!

- unpopular opinion: some people say that he doesn’t have a right to be the judge, jury, executioner but like... i honestly think he does lol he has lived on the streets and has firsthand experienced the shitty nature of gotham & its worst inhabitants and he KNOWS that they won’t be taken care of unless HE is the one to take them out! he’s right when he said that he needs to have control/dominate the underworld bc without his ironfist shit would be crazier and he takes out all the bad people! just bc he kills and doesn’t honor bruce’s “no-kill” rule doesn’t make him a bad person to me!

- song i associate with them: “black beauty” by lana del rey

- favorite picture of them:

fanart: this one & this one & this one

#asks #yami tag #jason todd #OOOOH OMG THANKS FOR THE HEADS UP DUDE 😭🥺 I’M GONNA GO ALL OUT BABY

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cutegirlmayra · 4 years

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I saw that you probably aren’t doing fanfiction right now because of shutdown, but, if you are, I kind of have an idea, it’s sort of sad and based off of Shrek Forever After, but with a bit of Black Knight. After having an argument with Tails, he finds himself accidentally saying that he doesn’t need him and that he was better off without before them, after that, Sonic ends up in a world where his own friends don’t recognize him and he has to gain back their friendship.

(found here: (x) Please support the artist!)

Even if it’s not Black Knight AU, I thought the picture worked lol And yes, during shutdown, I don’t take anymore prompts BUT we’re out of shutdown now so here we go!

Oh, Shrek. You’ll live forever.

Prompt:

It wasn’t long before Tails flew over, dodging the smoke from the destroyed robots all piled like debris from the previous battle.

Sonic had launched quite a fearsome and fierce spindash that did a massive ping-pong effect throughout all of Eggman’s lone army.

They were sure the army was headed towards the city, and Sonic bolted ahead of his team to take of things while they worried and fretted over the defenses and other ‘boring’ lectures of planning that Sonic didn’t want to stick around for.

He dusted himself off as Tails landed by his side, his eyes showing the concern and annoyance in them.

“Soooniicc! You said we’d work together!” Tails protested, but Sonic just rolled his eyes, seeing the young fox boy bundled his fists together by his face and show his obvious disapproval of Sonic’s more... fast method... of stopping Eggman.

“What is everyone so upset about? I beat the army, and barely dropped a sweat!” he mimed gliding his finger down his arm and then flicking the imaginary ‘sweat’ into Tails’s face who flinched at and wrinkled his nose at the gesture.

“That’s not the point... you always rush off without us. We’re a team!” he hopped a little forward, trying to grab Sonic’s attention at the truth to his words, but Sonic just waved it off and kicked a sparking robot’s hand, who was reaching from the pile up towards the sky, twitching before Sonic knocked it out and it ripped from the pile and started sparking off in rolling dark humor...

Sonic smirked as Tails looked horrified at the image and then shook his head, “You’re too stubborn...”

Sonic’s head whipped up, looking strangely offended at that as he turned to Tails and stomped towards him, making the poor boy walk backwards and shocked to see his friend so aggressive all of a sudden.

“Stubborn? Stubborn!? I used to take down hundreds upon thousands of robots long before you all tagged along! And what now, huh!? You’re all the stubborn ones! I could have cleared through these zones to Eggman’s base, took down his stock of mechanical tyranny, ripped up his notebook schemes, and been back before you guys called out ‘Break!’.” he flung his arms about, and the strange behavior made Tails cower back slightly, on the verge of tears. However, Sonic was so lost in his frustration at feeling held back by his friends, that he kept going without even realizing the damage he was causing to his friendship... “Without you guys, I’d be saving countless lives, planets, and the sort without having to worry about saying, ‘What’s the plan, Tails’!?”

When he finally came to and looked to Tails, his wildly flinging hands slowly came down and so did the flame of his aggravation.

“Tails...” His eyes softened, seeing how frightened and hurt Tails appeared.

He had withdraw down and against the pile of scrap metal, his bottom lip quivering, and one hand held up over his face.

He rubbed the rolled up part of his glove over his now wetted nose as he held in his tears, getting up from leaning against the pile and bringing his tails up to his hands as though to hold them like a child would his security blanket. “We don’t mean to slow you down, Sonic... we just want to help... and we want to be apart of your adventures too.” He sniffled and took off, holding his hands over his eyes as to not let Sonic see how much his words affected him.

Sonic immediately regretted what he said, holding out his hand to him, “Wait... buddy...” his hand slowly came down and he turned around angry again, kicking more robots and spin-slashing into some on the ground, “Augh! What’s wrong with me!? I would never say that!” he slammed his foot against a particularly hard object, and jumped back in the pain. “Yee-ouch! Ow, ow, ow!” he held his foot in a comical, pogo-stick way before looking down at the strange, darkly colored orb object he had hit...

His eyes narrowed on it in curiosity, and then looked around. Tails was already flying back and crying to the others, no doubt being comforted after telling them all Sonic had said.

His face dropped again, as though not wanting to deal with that and feeling guilty over his outburst.

He was always a hothead, but tried to hide that as best he could from his friends. He was going crazy just sitting around talking all the time, and his jittery, antsy feet made him quick to the fuse...

Luckily, his love for his friends was more powerful than that... most of the time.

He sighed and dug through the rubble, deciding it best to go this journey alone, and pick up the strange, orbish ball.

“What do we have here?” it was about an inch smaller than Sonic’s head, but still rather large in his grasp. He moved it around, looking at it’s curves and seeing that it had rings of different colors around it’s glistening shades of black, purple, green, and pink. “A new Eggman toy? Ohhh~ Shiny!” he tried to cheer himself up, but looked back over his shoulder to see Amy and Knuckles, not looking happy, waddling through the debris of Eggman robots.

He pouted, “Uh oh... IIIIIII~ Really don’t want to deal with this.” he looked around for an escape route, and found one as he ducked his head and hid among the tin carcasses of Eggman’s army.

Burrowing as was his specialty of being a hedgehog, he heard Amy and Knuckles calling out in their search for him, and stuck his head out from a gap of two overlapping robots.

He peeked back and smiled, then brought out the orb before a sparking robot’s upper-half snapped some of its wires loose and it’s arm draped over him.

“Ah! Bad touch, bad touch!” he pushed through the gap as best he could and tried to kick the arm off of him... but what he didn’t see... was that the sparks smacked against the orb... and made it glow.

“Soooniicc!” Knuckles’s and Amy’s voices rang over his desperate attempts to get the sparking dead robot off of his stuck leg, and panicked when he saw Amy look over and point towards him. “There he is!”

“Wha? Grr..!!! Sooonic!” Knuckles’s immediate glare, followed by him hunching down and stomping over to his location made him freak out even more.

“Eee..!” His mouth stretched back to reveal he was getting caught, but finally put the orb over his head and cried out, “Being me would be so much easier if I wasn’t stuck with you!” he was talking about the robot, but the orb burst like a bomb into a swirl of techno-colors.

Sonic felt himself falling slowly through the gleaming black as his hands whipped out to try and ‘swim’ or pull himself upward.

“W-what’s..? What’s going on!?”

It replayed some of Sonic’s words around him, showing him through another set of eyes... blurry with tears.

“Tails...” his expression changed, his hands stopped fighting the pull downwards... almost like Alice falling through the rabbit hole.

“I don’t need you telling me what to do!” Sonic’s voice shouted through the muffled orb.

“I... I didn’t mean it like that, Amy...” He felt himself sinking a little faster, hearing his words from days passed.

“Stop saying I care so much! I only care if I’m having fun doing it!” another image of him looking snarky and confident.

“Man... Do I really sound that annoyingly arrogant?” Sonic’s head kept swishing back and forth at all the images and the words began to echo in a cacophony of incoherent statements as Sonic tried to plug his ears and his feet kicked the air. “No... Nooo... Nooo!!!” he cried out as he fell faster and faster into the dark.

“Hey, hey mister, are you alright?”

Sonic blinked his eyes, mumbling as though coming too from a nightmare.

Tails was looking over him, watching him stir.

“Uhhh...” He leaned up, having a hand on his face, “Sorry about earlier, buddy... I really let you have it, huh?” after thinking he was electrocuted and possibly passed out, he shook his head and started getting up, apologizing. “You know I couldn’t do half the amazing things I do without a little bit of your own style thrown in there, right?” he gave him a thumbs up, but weakly so, still coming too and hunched over from the trauma. “H-hey? Where’s Eggman’s robots?”

“Huh?” Tails leaned back up, “Buddy? Look, mister... You’re Sonic The Hedgehog. You don’t have any ‘buddies’.” he put his hands to his hips, “Anyway, you beat down Eggman again, so I guess this means your out of here and on to the next thing. I won’t bother you too much, just wanted to make sure you were okay, but it looks like you were napping.” He turned behind him, waving to a crowd that had formed around the city. “Heeey! He’s okay!” Tails waved to them, calling out.

They all looked relieved and cheered, before dispersing rather quickly back into the city.

“H-huh?” Sonic looked confused, but Tails just turned around and nodded to him.

“Okay, I know how you roll, so I’ll take off now and simply say, Take care!” he took off without another word, waving slightly to him as though he was a stranger...

“W-wait, Tails! I said I was sorry, don’t pull this on me! Come on, bud!” Sonic reached out to him, racing after him as Tails looked weirded out by him following him.

He looked under him and made a face, “Umm...”

“We can sort this out! We’ve gotten through way worse than a little outburst.” Sonic shrugged, but Tails still seemed weary of him.

“L-look, you may have hit your head pretty hard against those robots, but I don’t know you. No one really does, but we all know you’re Sonic! Legendary and lone hero! You sure do clean up those baddies real fast though, see you at a distance!” he waved him off again and took off even faster.

Seeing how desperately Tails wanted to get away from him, Sonic slowed down and looked extremely broken, as though not able to quite function under this odd predicument.

“What’s... going on?” he looked at his hand, “Tails wouldn’t play around like this... he loves spending time with me.” He flexed out his hand, the one that had blown up with the supposed ‘explosion’ but saw no sign of blast... not even ash on his pristine white glove.

“...Amy.” He looked around and saw her heading back with the crowd, “Amy!” he dashed towards her, “What’s going on with Tails? Is he really that mad at me?”

“H-huh?” She looked taken-aback that he was there, and immediately started flipping out in silence, fangirling and putting her hands up to her face as though she had just ran into a celebrity. She pulled out her phone and posed, “Could you sign this?” the photo came out of the phone and she clicked a button for a pen to also drop like a plug from inside it.

“W-what?” He sweatdropped, pulling away from her slowly and looking her in the eyes, searching for an answer. “Amy... it’s me... Come on, not you too!” he flopped his arms out towards her, “Amy! Stop it! This is going too far!”

She withdrew her phone-pen and photo. “O-oh, right, sorry! I know you like to be the lone, mysterious Sonic The Hedgehog who doesn’t need any help! I’ll go now! But... I love you!” she waved and ran by him, hurrying away as other girls stopped her and offered money for the photo but she guarded it by summoning her hammer, making--or rather--forcing her way through the crowd that came at her.

“It’s mine! All mine! Get your own!”

Others started taking photos of Sonic as a response.

The flashes overwhelmed him, making his mind spin as he turned around to try and find more familiar faces... but they were all strangers... every... one of... them...

“No.” he gripped his head, “No, no... Knuckles... Knuckles!!” he sped so fast through the people that some girls had to hold their dresses or long skirts down from his wind blast.

Upon reaching Angel Island, Sonic panted and gripped his chest, “Knuckles, it’s awful!” he held up the Chaos Emerald he had before the blast... teleporting once safely away from the city...

“HEEEY!” Knuckles woke up from his nap, then seeing the emerald, rubbed his eyes in disbelief and angrily looked to his pedestal. Sure enough, one Chaos Emerald was missing...

In absolute hostile rage, he lowered his head, gritting his teeth.

He slowly turned his flaming eyes towards Sonic, getting up and twitching his fists into pounding against the ground, as though a racer, like a bull, readying to charge off into the fray...

“Everyone’s acting like I’m some kind of lone ranger, it’s creeping me ou-FFPH!” he was slammed into by Knuckles’s head ramming into his stomach.

Getting taken off-guard, Sonic rolled back and jammed his back into a tree, spiking it with his two angled spikes at the force. He was briefly knocked out, but coming back, he rose his head and shook it, blinking his eyes and then struggling to get out from the tree. It was clear he looked like a turtle stuck on his shell, trying to get up and kick his feet out to do so, but his back quills were too deeply embedded in the tree.

‘Geez,’ he worriedly thought to himself, ‘Knuckles, even at his worst, wouldn’t hit that hard knowing it was me.’ He looked back as Knuckles slammed another fist into the side of the tree, barely missing Sonic as he held the Chaos Emerald in up in his other hand.

“Now you listen here, blue punk.” He spat out as his head got dangerously close to Sonic’s, “I already have to deal with that no-good bat girl and that deranged, psychotic Eggface! I don’t need another so-called ‘hero’ thinking he can just walk up to MY ISLAND and take what he sees fit!” he cracked his two-spikes on his glove out from the tree’s now tilted bark. “Hmph, now get off my island! I don’t like your kind around here... Always parading your victories, running off after the praise and never caring about anyone else but yourself! Your kind make me sick!”

He walked briskly back to his shrine, but freaked out when the Master Emerald was gone, “AH! MY EMERALD!” he dropped the Chaos Emerald and gripped his head, then panicked and picked it back up, turning to Sonic. “WHAT DID YOU DO WITH MY PRECIOUS EMERALD?”

Throughout the day, Sonic had to regain their trust, and even convince Eggman that he knew Sonic...

Eggman knew him as his life-long, hated adversary but...

“I hardly actually know you. You hate water? Does that... like... count?” He shrugged from his eggmobile. “Wait, wait! Are you..? Are you saying you at last wish to join forces and be friends!?” He pulled out a party blower and horn, releasing fireworks but Sonic shook his head.

“I...” He looked to Tails, Knuckles, and Amy... who he had kinda dragged along this wild ride...

They looked at him like he was strange and this was all odd, and it hurt his heart to see it.

He fell to his knees, “I... I don’t know how I got any of you as friends... and I know I don’t say it enough but... I’m so grateful I have you.” He hit the ground.

Eggman looked a little confused too, shifting his eyes, “Umm... What?”

He didn’t understand the jibber-jabber so he just took a canon to fire at him from below his Eggmobile.

Sonic didn’t even bother to dodge... but as the black canon fired... the black, purple, green, and pink lights within it made it look strangely familiar...

Amy summoned her hammer and hit the canon up into the air, “You leave Sonic alone!” she stated, as he looked up to her, already to weak in his emotions to do anything else.

“Grr... he may be a bratt, but he’s a lonely bratt, regardless!” Knuckles punched his fists together, standing up beside Amy and getting ready for a brawl. “So butt out of his business! Nah, do me one better, butt out of everyone’s business! Especially my own!” he must have been referring to the world and his own Master Emerald crisis...

“And I-!” Tails stood forward, but looking to Sonic, it almost seemed like he didn’t know what to say.

Sonic looked away, not expecting this Tails to say anything.

“...I think he needs us.” Tails nodded with a soft, sad smile, then turned back to Eggman with all the force a young child would have in wanting to defeat evil and tyranny. “You’re a bully! I’ll show you what Sonic inspires! In all of us!”

The three were about to fight, but the ‘canon-ball’ came flying down and bonked Sonic on the head.

When he came too, he was surrounded by Tails, Knuckles, and Amy... all were leaning over him, trying to wake him up.

“Sonic! Sonic, wake up!”

“H-huh?” He opened his eyes, not sure what was going on again, but saw the heap of robots and then looked to see his friends, grabbing their shoulders.

“You know me!?”

They all seemed worried, “Well, of course we know you!” Amy laughed, “Silly! We were worried when we saw the blast! Tails said you two had a fight...”

“Well, he fought.” Tails looked away, a little sheepishly.

“Nevermind that, tell me, you punk!” Knuckles gripped Sonic up and held him up to his face, “What gives you the right to shout in people’s faces, huh!? Show a little more respect for those who actually care about your safety and success, alriiighhttt!?!!?” Sonic wasn’t even phased by Knuckles’s scolding, he was too wrapped up in the joy of figuring out these guys were his actual friends.

“I LOVE YOU GUYS!” Sonic threw his hands up and Knuckles set him down gently, creeped out by his bold and... strangely out-of-character declaration.

“Uhhh....” Knuckles moved away from him, letting him slightly go but keeping his fists on him for good measure. “That blast hit your head too hard or somethin’?”

“Oh my!” Amy quickly jumped up and put her hand to his forehead, “Sonic! That nasty blast really did knock you out pretty badly, didn’t it?”

“Amy!” He gripped her and Knuckles into a hug, “You’re all the best!” he laughed, and they all looked a little odd being under his arms like this...

“Tails..!” He looked to Tails, then quieted down and approached him in a calm manner. Tails was still acting shy...

“I’m so sorry, Tails.” His eyelids dropped and he came very humbly over to him. “You were my first real friend, and I didn’t understand how much your friendship changed my life... you put up with me a lot, heh... and for that, I’ll forever be grateful to you, buddy. Honestly... I know I don’t speak my heart very much but...” He raised a hand slowly to him, before letting it flop on the little fox’s head, who giggled at the ruffling it gave his fur. “You’re the bestest friend a guy could ever ask for... I wouldn’t be the hero I am today without you.”

Tails held his hand on his head and looked cutely up to him.

He jumped into him and they hugged, as Amy and Knuckles also looked thrilled that the two made-up, and Amy placed her hands together and by the side of her cheek, leaning towards it.

“Aww, brotherly love!” She cheered, admiringly, but Knuckles just rolled his eyes as if justifying this weird behavior of Sonic’s wasn’t the right way to act about it.

“Alright, so he hit his head and now he’s soft... is that really a good thing?”

“W-we should probably get your head looked at, Sonic.” Tails pulled away slightly as Sonic went to rub his head in embarrassment, but flinched from the pain and the others immediately flocked him to check out further injuries.

“Don’t move! And I know that sounds like a death sentence, but just remain still!” Knuckles argued.

“I’ve got bandages!” Amy quickly began to wrap his head as Tails helped him to sit and pulled out some water.

“Here, you must feel really awful after that short-fuse... Maybe even lightheaded too, just relax for a second, okay? We’ll have you better in no time!”

Amazed by the kindness he never really saw beforehand, he rubbed his wetted nose and glossy eyes against his glove as Tails once did, and allowed his friends to take care of him...

His... true friends.

He would never wish to part from them again.

And from here on out, he never seemed to have an issue holding in his temper either!

#cutegirlmayra #sonic prompt #sonic friendship prompt #sonic the hedgehog #sonic #tails #amy rose #knuckles #sonic au #sonic and shrek

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sourwolf-sterek32 · 3 years

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Okay, so the spn finale comes out today and I wanted to post this before I see it.

(On mobile so can’t add the keep reading icon sorry)

Supernatural has changed my life. I haven’t watched this show from the beginning (I was 6 when it first came out) but I started watching it as a teenager and like many others, I was hooked.

This show has helped me through so many things in my life, it’s been like what Jensen once said ‘the biggest constant in my adult life’ and I honestly don’t know how I’m going to handle it being over.

When I was a teenager and had a shitty day I would go to bed at night crying and put on supernatural and it would make me forget about all the problems and issues in real life. I would get sucked into the Winchesters world and suddenly my life didn’t seem so bad because I had them.

Even now as an adult with my own life, my own house and a full time job, this show has still helped me through all the curve balls life has thrown at me.

Sam, Dean and Cas. Jared, Jensen and Misha... they have saved my life without knowing it. They’re the ones that helped me push forward, they’re the ones the taught me to always keep fighting and they’re the ones that helped me get out of bed every morning and not just give up like I want to do.

They have saved me.

This show has saved me... and I honestly don’t know how I’m going to handle losing it all. I’m beyond grateful for this show and cast for everything they have done. I’m grateful to be on this earth the same time as them and I’m grateful for the time I got to have watching all the seasons, all the con videos, all the social media posts and so much more.

I know I’m going to be an emotional mess tonight. I know it’s going to destroy me no matter what the ending will bring. Hell, I’ve been an emotional mess since watching 15x18 weeks ago so I’m used it to by now lol

But all jokes aside, this show has become a big part of my life, the good, the bad all of it. So I just want to say thank you to SPN for everything because I wouldn’t be standing here right now if it wasn’t for them.

#supernatural #spn #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #jensen ackles #jared padalecki #misha collins

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thebibliomancer · 4 years

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Dark Crystal Age of Resistance ep 7 liveblog

“Time to Make… My Move”

Life got busy for a while and then I forgot to watch and then I remembered the game existed and I bought it and I played it and got to the point in the plot where I left off and realized crap I’d better get the plot from the show not the game, the game hasn’t been stellar with story.

So here we are!

Just a stream of thoughts.

And we start with vomiting Hup. Okay then. Good place to pick up.

Rian: “How could so much come out of one little podling?”

“The most beautiful desert flowers are always the most dangerous” This Dousan guy is a flirt!

Hup: -vomits-

Hah.

I like this desert with its random crystal spikes. Its very cool. Its got a lot of lightning which hits the sand and turns it into glass I guess.

The Circle of the Suns.

Uh oh lightning sandstorm

Lore: ‘i’m getting outta here!’ grabs brea and tries to climb up the mountain.

Brea: ‘don’t split the party my dude’

The CGI of Lore climbing the mountain looks a little stop motiony which makes me feel better about it being CGI.

Rian: “Well that was exciting” the anti-Jen.

I think Jen would have curled into an overstimulation ball by this point.

Heretic: “GELFLING”

Me: “SKEKSIS!”

Heretic: “WELCOME”

Heretic: “ITS WONDERFUL TO SEE YOU! LOOK UPON MY WONDER”

I like him

Hey, Heretic is Lore’s dad. Nice.

RIan: “You’re a Skeksis”

HERETIC: “I’M A WHAT??!?? THAT WAS A JEST! I’M A FUN SKEKSIS!”

I like him!

Heretic: “COME INSIDE AND BRING YOUR PODLING SLAVE”

Deet: “He’s not our slave, he’s our friend!”

Heretic: “????? EVEN BETTER”

He used to be the Conqueror and I could see it.

Heretic: “WELCOME TO THE CIRCLE OF THE SUUUN” -maniacally laughs for like a minute-

Rian: “Are you alone here?”

Heretic: “YES I AM ALONE so very alone BUT I’M ALSO WITH MYSELF”

Oh hey an UrRu

I think this is the first time any Gelfling has met an UrRu and they apparently they thought they were just legend.

Heretic losing his shit as UrGoh slowly walks over and slowly introduces himself.

UrGoh is apparently the Yakov Smirnov of Mystics.

Aw he’s shutting down Lore

Lore hugs Brea goodbye

Heretic: “HMMPH HE NEVER HUGGED ME LIKE THAT BUT WHY SHOULD HE WE ONLY GAVE HIM LIFE”

And pulls out his shiny life ball.

Hup is not having a good time here.

Heretic: “WE HAVE A SURPRISE FOR YOU”

Brea: “We don’t really have time for a surprise”

Heretic: “WE HAVE WAITED OVER THREE HUNDRED TRINE FOR YOU TO SHOW UP! YOU WILL BE SURPRISED!!”

So over at the castle of the crystal, apparently the Skeksis have a hotline telephone webline right to the arathim. Not sure why since they’re apparently the sworn enemy of the Skeksis

OH SWEET the arathim are like a hive mind and form a big talking face to talk to the Emperor.

THis is really cool and creepy puppetry.

Oh so the Arathim Ascendency were banished into the wild and been labelled public enemy one because they rose up against the Skeksis. So they were really just ahead of the curve.

The Emperor promises to return the arathim home cave to them if the arathim help quell the gelfling rebellion.

Deet: -almost eats some drug berries-

Rian: “Maybe don’t”

Poor Deet. I don’t think she’s had time to really adjust to the surface world before getting thrown into all kinds of misfortunes and mishaps.

Rian: “I think your nurloc rump dress is quite lovely” Aw, what a flirt!

I can see why the internet lost its shit over the Heretic and the Wanderer. They’re a delight.

Heretic is going to present THE TRUE HISTORY OF THRA

Aw poor Hup, he’s been press ganged into being an actor and Heretic has endless notes on his performance. Poor guy.

Hmm… what conquest could the Conqueror conquer if the Skeksis were seen as the rightful caretakers of Thra? What did the world look like in his prime?

Maybe the arathim maybe.

Then Thra gave urGoh and the Heretic a vision that Skeksis and UrRu should unite not divide. And the other Skeksis were like ‘gross’ and kicked him out.

They don’t mention what the Mystics said. Probably ‘lets not get ahead of ourselves.’

Heretic and Wanderer do an opera. Which is RANDOM VOCALIZING.

Emperor: “The Darkening!”

General: “Its purple”

Oh the arathim cave is infected with the Darkening so the Emperor is screwing them over. How expected.

Oh nerts the emperor thinks he can control the darkening eventually-

PUT YOUR NOSE BAACK ON SIR I DO NOT CARE FOR THIS

Emperor: “Never forget, there is absolutely nothing in this world which does not bend to my will”

If he’s messing with dark corruptive power no wonder he aged like crap and died before the other core group of Skeksis.

Oh double nerts, the Hunter is in the desert chasing down Rian.

Dousan flirt: “I’m not afraid of getting hacked to pieces by you”

His sidekick: “I AM, THEY’RE AT THE CIRCLE OF THE SUNS”

Deet is the only one who stayed awake through the whole opera. Aka the only one with TASTE

THEY’RE GOING TO DO PUPPETS

Puppets doing puppets how meta.

So they’re going over the plot reveal from the movie that the Skeksis and the UrRu used to be one. Hey they even have an UrSkek puppet.

Also that the UrSkeks are aliens.

They wooed Aughra with an orrery and then started doing experiments on the crystal. AND BROKE IT.

The worst house guests.

And then when the Skeksis started bullying the Mystics, they accidentally broke a shard off the crystal.

These are really good puppets that these puppets are puppeting.

UrGoh: “Every moment one is two is too terrible for one to bear”

Huh. Super special sword. The Dual Glaive. I guess since they can’t use the shard macguffin they need a different plot device.

Heretic: “Cast in the deepest fires of the inner sun, it carries the spirit of Thra. And when held by Gelfling holds the power to unite the seven clans and defeat the Skeksis!”

INNER SUN IS CANON

GIMME THURMA PLS

Pffft UrGoh accidentally set himself on fire the poor dear.

Rian just assumes that he’s the one who gets the plot sword. Pretty presumptive of him.

Heretic: “WE DON’T ACTUALLY HAVE THE DUAL GLAIVE”

They gave it to “the most reclusive of gelflings” where the three brothers dare not shine.

Deet: “oh hey its in my home”

Maudra Fara is planning to storm the castle. But a castle guard shows up and tells her that the castle guard were all killed by the skeksis

Fara promises to make the Skeksis pay.

Aughra: “Promises you cannot keep are no better than lies!”

Hello the all-wise buzzkill.

Fara: “No its cool after we overthrow the skeksis we’ll melt our weapons and have peace and stuff”

Aughra: “my point is that you should plot to survive you damn lemmings”

She’s not doing a good job convincing them to not try to fight because her suggestion is ‘go away and hide and a gelfling will eventually take care of things’

Also doesn’t help that she foretells that Stone-in-the-wood might fall and that just makes Fara indignant.

Oh no Tavra is getting chosen to be the ‘strong gelfling’ to be sacrificed to the arathim

She was too cool to live =(

UrGoh: “As they say……. Whats good in the gourd…… is good in the gelfling”

Heretic: “WHO SAYS THAT??”

UrGoh: “Every one”

DAMMIT HUNTER WHY YOU BREAKING UP THIS COMEDY ACT much rude.

Hup stood up to the Hunter to protect Deet and whoops he’s light mass and got tossed

Hunter: “WHERES YOU FATHER NOW?”

Thats just a low blow.

Hey its the Archer! He’s come to shoot himself to save the others. That takes determination.

And Hunter runs off with Brea out of spite. What a dick.

Ooo near night sky in the desert of Thra is beautiful. Love the scenery.

And back at Stone-in-the-wood right when Maudra Fara is planning the castle attack on the war planning board the Skeksis General show up. WITH A WHOLE BUNCH OF SPIDERS

The General is kinda more extra than you’d think of him. I mean, all Skeksis are extra but I saw him as one of the more lowkey ones. Like a watered down Garthim-Master.

Huh. Princess Tavra is here. Looking… Oh no she’s speaking with the voice of the legion.

OH NO SHE’S MADE OF SPIDERS

UNPLEASANT

I know these are dangerous spider monsters but they’re tiny and the Gelfling trying to stomp on them is kinda silly.

Then again I have minor arachnophobia so this is still working on me.

Oh gross the threader arathim borged the whole stone-in-the-wood village.

Wait, if they’re this dangerous how come they were a backwater problem this whole time?

One tries to get Aughra

Aughra: “What? You try to control Aughra? AUGHRA CAN BARELY CONTROL AUGHRA!” -yeets the spider-

That’s a mood.

Emperor: -watching the plot through a telescope- “lol”

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