#all the prompts in my inbox are so dramatic omg

[jyoongim]

Rip ur inbox tbh 💔 (it’s late while im doing this bc i can’t sleep and my brain is absolutely COOKIG UP some ideas based on these prompts)

i spun the wheel and it was RIGHT between saucy and flavor… soooooo do with that what you will lol

prompt 3

Alastor x reader

Romantic 💞

# 11

# 12

^ with those maybe He took reader out on a stroll around hell? (tooootally platonically.. he doesn’t like them whattttt pft…

and it started to rain?

(OMG WAIT DANCING IN THE RAIN???? LET ME COOK???

CONFESSION IN THE RAIN??? AND ITS ALL DRAMATIC AND SHIT AND THEN THEY KISS?? IM SCREAMING INTO THE ABYSS SILENTLY OMG???)

# 18 (i’m a sloucher im guilty of it lol but i alway try to adjust it with people i like. Sooo maybe reader adjusts their posture whenever he’s in the room because he usually moves his hand to her lower back and gently pushes it forward so she could fix her posture,so whenever she sees him it’s just an automatic thing? i think that’s would be cute lol. this could be a hint that she likes him as a “obviously pinning” thing)

Prompt 3, # 11 & 12 FLUFF! Jacket/puddle

I KNOW YOU REQUESTED #18 S SO ILL BE WRITING THAT SOON!

————————————————————————————————

You had accompanied Alastor out for a scroll around Hell. He had some business to attend to and you were more than happy to get away from the hotel for a bit.

It was such a lovely day, though a bit chilly than you expected. You walked close to Alastor to obtain some warmth.

You really didn’t think your outfit out.

Alastor seemed to notice your shivering and placed his jacket on your shoulders. “Can't have you catch a cold now can we?” He had said, fastening the jacket.

You thanked him and continued on your walk.

It had been a while and you notice the weather start to change.

A wet drop on your nose had you reeling as the sky suddenly bursted with acidic rain. The two of you quickly huddled under a nearby shop covering.

You offered the demon his coat back, feeling bad that he would get wet form the rain, but he declined.

You were just too cute to be soaked like a dog.

“The hotel isn’t far Ithink we can make a run for it” you suggested and the two of you were off.

You giggled as the two of you ran, the rain drenching your feet and Alastor as you ran through the rain.

Alastor blocked you as a big puddle rippled in front of you. He hopped over the puddle and gracefully had his shadow lift you over the puddle.

You blushed and thanked him. 

You couldnt help but stare at him as the rain fell around the two of you.

His red hair was dripping, shirt soaked but he looked so handsome.

The rain wasn’t so bad and you had reached the hotel.

”Are you alright my dear?” Alastor asked as you leaned against a pillar.

You smiled “quite alright”

The two of you stood there and watched the rain.

“The rain is quite lovely” you said mindlessly, holding your hand out to catch the drops.

A warm body slithered behind you, arms outlining yours to hold your palms.

”Not as lovely as you my dear” he drawled in your ear.

Your eyes widened and you turned slightly to see the red demon looking at you with such affection in his eyes.

”Al?” He leaned down and pressed his lips to your burning cheek.

”more lovelier than Hell’s rainstorm”

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor #hazbin hotel fanfiction #jyoongim #alastor x reader #alastor x y/n #alastor the radio demon #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor fluff

[freeuselandonorris]

Top 5 LandOscar kinks 👌🏼 (also your Mondays series changed my life {not to be dramatic} and I think I've read it twice a week since you published it. I miss them)

omg anon this is so lovely thank youuuu 😭 honestly i miss them too!! i will revisit them soon once i've finished all the delicious feral prompts in my inbox and the couple of WIPs i have on the go i promise 💕

ok there's some crossover with this ask here but i'm gonna try and get more specific with it because i cheated so much with that one lmao

1. comeplay - facials, coming on each other's bodies, come swapping, spitting, swallowing, coming in pants!!! whatever it may be, i love it for them

2. big dick/size queen/stretching/gaping - just like thinking about them having really big dicks and also liking getting fucked with big stuff

3. sensory overwhelm - specifically oscar inducing it in lando, bonus points if lando cries

4. rough sex/manhandling/horseplay/roughhousing - just like thinking about oscar chucking lando about really!!

5. i actually don't know the umbrella term for this but i'm going to call it fantasy-based kinks or hentai-adjacent kinks? so stuff like vore, inflation, tentacle fucking, oviposition (anon in my inbox i see you and it's happening soon istg) - this kind of thing is not especially my thing in real life at all but i LOVE it for them thanks to the anons who originally prompted me the vore and inflation kinks and gave me the brain rot about it

just love them being gross basically~~

#fic meta #answered

[orikiys]

forgot to mention this,

but i swear i’m a changed person after mingyu’s calvin klein magazine

also i am back !! WE CHEERED YAYY 😍😍 feels like i went back on my words so much i feel guilty )): school has been such a headache omg but i finally have 3 peaceful weeks ( school is still going on ) i have 3 test-free weeks for which i’m forever grateful 🙏 after holding a few many polls i have finally started to convert few of my precious drafts since a longggg time into wips and will soon be published <33

and while i was away i hit 1k!! THANK YOU SOOO MUCH for this <33 i truly can’t believe this little blog of mine has come to a 1000. It has been around almost a year since I opened this blog thinking i can start making writing prompts and now here i am writing for 3 different kpop groups 🤭🤭 and i love every one of you so much!!

to all my mootsies, i PROMISE i’ll be a better person and spam your inboxes so much more because i have terribly missed you lot!! 💟

end of dramatic rant, thank you for listening 🤍

val, xoxo.

#ॱଳ͘ #val is finally back. #there is no more mia #i am alive #sorry for the wait #and i missed all of uuuu

[parkitaco]

can I ask for details abt this amnesia fic that once has so much promise? 👀

also fun fact I too have an amnesia fic that once held so much promise but is now functionally abandoned until further notice. hive mind moment

hello elli YES omg idk what it is apparently amnesia fics are just that fucking difficult. or smth. idk but!! yes i will share everything that is still in my brain involving this fic (under the cut tho i'm abt to infodump so hard)

this idea was originally planted by an anon who left a very cute little amnesia prompt in my inbox (anon if you're out there i'm so sorry i swearrr). i've since deviated from the og prompt which was fairly lighthearted (amnesia will sees mike hovering over him obsessively and assumes he's his bf. and mike short circuits. which was an excellent idea my brain just wouldn't accept it) and went for angst bc well. i'm like that. and basically my idea was just that will wakes up in mike's room very recently post-apocalypse (the wheeler's house has been a base in the apocalypse and mike offered his room bc of course he did), having been in a coma for a few months. the idea behind it was that vecna / the hive mind tried to possess him again, but this time will was strong enough to fight back, and though he couldn't fight *through* the possession he was at least able to kind of incapacitate himself so that he couldn't be used to hurt his friends (yay angst!!). while he was asleep the others managed to stop vecna / kill the UD, hence freeing will from possession. yay he's awake!! unfortunately, since he was in the coma for so long, the virus ate away parts of his consciousness, namely his memories.

basically i took s2 and birthdaygate and made it bigger and more dramatic and worse. yay parker!!

the way i was planning on having will's memories come back is very slowly and methodically (i.e. it takes him a while to remember stuff but once he does it pretty much sticks), mainly through him being reminded of them through sensory recognition or people sharing stuff - he also has vague feelings attached to people, and can definitely recognize when a face belongs to someone important to him (cough cough mike wheeler) but he doesn't remember names or details and this drives him INSANE.

the bylerification of this would be mike, post-apocalypse and broken up with el and having had some Very Important Realizations, frantically fumbling trying to give will love confessions and apologies when will literally doesn't remember any of their fights. so not only does mike have to apologize for everything, he also has to make will relive it first, and Then hope that will doesn't reject him. (hehe.) this sucks for him, but yada yada it all works out and they make out sloppy. the end

i abandoned this fic for a lot of reasons, many of which i no longer remember, but the main ones were a., that is a lot of backstory for a story that ultimately doesn't have much plot beyond Mike Is Stressed And Will Is Confused, and b., at the time i was kind of burnt out on writing/reading apocalypse stuff, and c., i wasn't a big fan of the concept of everyone saving the world with will still incapacitated bc i know my boy is more of a key character than that!!! (this is small and ik people could get over it for This One Fic but it Really Bothered me Ok)

that being said,,, writing all this out did remind me of how much i liked the concept and i think taking the pressure off of myself for a couple months did help, as did taking a break from apocalypsey concepts for a while. so. Maybe. and that is all i will say about that <33

#so sorry elli this is probably more than u ever needed to know #and if i did publish this fic ever it is now 100% spoiled #but. it's fine #i do have 15k written of scenes that i really do like #there's just more plot that needs to be added and at the time i was working on this that felt like an impossible task #. anyway #so sorry. but u did ask so this is really on you #and if you ever get ur amnesia fic going again i will be the no. 1 supporter !!!

[deanismysavior]

LMFAO ignore my last message i just logged on and didn’t realize there were prompts after every break !!

omg so my ideal scenario for byler becoming canon… fun fact the other day i actually blocked out an entire mike-realization scene to bizarre love triangle by new order (thanks to that one anon in @new-ronantics inbox a long time ago who gave me that idea). i literally have the entire thing pictured in my head and timed out exactly LOL.

i’ll post w timestamps sometime but basically, the summary is that mike and el have just finished breaking up, mike is sitting on his bed moping abt it bc he’s a dramatic boi and then he sees the painting hanging above his bed and is like oh shit! i never thanked el for the painting!

he runs downstairs to the basement and calls el and he’s like “hey i forgot to say thanks for the painting” and she’s like “mike…..i didn’t commission that?”

it hits him all at once. he drops the phone and it’s hanging by the cord. he looks around the basement and sees will’s drawings. he blinks.

he runs upstairs. he grabs a stack of papers from under his mattress.

he bikes quickly to will’s house— “is will home?” “yeah, he’s in his room painting—“ “thanks i have something for him” he squeezes past jonathan who’s like ???

he knocks on will’s bedroom door. will answers. “mike, what—“ mike doesn’t say anything, just holds the papers out. will looks at them: they’re all letters. they’re all dated from when the byers lived in lenora. they’re all signed love, mike.

will looks up at mike with glistening eyes. mike just nods. will still can’t believe it so mike just takes will’s face in his hands. they kiss in will’s doorway, hesitant at first. but once it hits will what’s happening? they can’t stop kissing.

roll credits.

I NEED IT I NEED IT I NEED IT I NEED IT I NEED IT I NEE- [Gunshot]

#byler #byler endgame #byler nation #ask #stranger things #st #will byers #mike wheeler #sleepover saturday

[way2gowillow]

So recently I've been thinking of a prompt and I will give it to you. I would love to write it but I'm currently spending all my time studying for my algebra 2 final (at this point though, I might just call it quits and pray my overall grade is higher than a 64%(Which is a fail in Virgina) like at this point, if I get a 64.1% overall I'll be so excited I might cry) ANYWAYS this prompt, so like not only is algebra final next week but also I feel like shit I was worried it was covid, cuz I had it before but I took a test and I was negative but yeah I feel bad and gross but like no fever and it's not covid so I'm probably be dramatic, though maybe it's the flu????? My stomach is really upset?!?? I should probably go to the doctor...... uhhh let me finish this final and THEN I'll go ANYWAYS OMG SHUT UP ROSY GET TO THE POINT okay so prompt. So like growing up bathtime was a big really happy part of my childhood. My mother was not a good person, at all, but she gave the most wonderful baths and when my siblings and I were sick she would stick us in the tub and fill it up with her nice soap and lots of bath toys (imagery man, for this prompt) and she would bring her tablet or she'd bring like books and toys and She would sit on the floor and stay with you for hours, she always told us, that clean up after your sick is soo much easier in a tub, plus being close enough to the toilet and in water helped, but I remeber she would just sit their and talk for hours and brush our hair braid it, play with toys watch movies all in a tub, and like once the water would get cold, shed drain the tub and then fill it up again, sometimes shed try and feed us their and get us to drink water epically when we were stomach sick because incase anything came up it was much easier clean up.... so I think a good prompt would be that exact story but with Eri and Aizawa. Eri falls ill, whatever sickness u want is author's choice ✨️✨️ and A:sickfics are always AMAZINGGGGG and B: the warm bath and bubbles abd eri and dadzawa is cuteness overload. Another thing, I think you could also add a TEENSY TEENSY bit of angst, so like my mom was a HUGGGGEEE clean freak like a peice of trash on the floor and ur dead, and if I can remeber correctly wasn't overhaul the same way? Like he didn't like being touched very germaphobe like I can vividly remeber when eri tried to run away overhaul ushering his henchman to Bathe her like as quickly as possible and my mom was super similar we'd Bathe every single time we'd play outside or go to a freinds house outside germs were apperqbly the worst thing ever, I also would get sick literally ALL THE TIME because of this, I never got exposed to certain germs growing up because of my mother and I feel eri is the same so I think you can find a way to put that in your story.

Sorry for this crazy long ramble but I hope you are well ❤️❤️❤️🌹

-Rosy🌹

Awwwwe that all sounds really relaxing and very sweet! You actually have really good timing with this ask because I was in the middle of writing a chapter where Eri is sick. I'll have to include some fluffy bath time then.

I always like seeing asks in my inbox, so don't apologize. I'll totally add your request to the list. :3

(Also, I'm sorry you weren't feeling too well. Hopefully whenever your final blows over you'll start to feel a little less stressed and feel much better!)

[esmecvllens]

04. Numb/Carlesme pleaaaaase ☺️

mentions of abuse! so beware, please

spring, 1921

What Esme adored about him most was that he was nothing like other men in her life.

He was gentle and patient, and calm. It was the most important to her that he was calm. It made her feel safe by his side, even though she'd only known him for weeks. She knew no other man quite like him. He was a mystery yet, but one she couldn't wait to crack.

Every man she used to know was his polar opposite. Starting with her own father, always too impatient, too loud, often scaring her with his temper. Her brothers, lovely and humorous, but too impetuous, a trait they shared with their father. She loved them, but they never made her feel safe. Finally, there was her awful husband. She didn’t even like to think about him. They all thought of themselves as strong, perfect examples of men of their age, and for the longest time, that's what she'd expect from every man she met. That was until she met doctor Cullen and realized none of the men she once knew was half as worthy as him.

He was different than all of them in the best way, noble and proper with every fiber of his body. Everything about him fascinated Esme, from his extraordinary way of living to the fact that he was alive in time she knew from her favorite books. His kind eyes and polite smile made her trust him almost instantly, but the most important thing was that he never raised his voice at her. Never, not once. It was new to receive such a strong sense of security from a man. She'd learned a long time ago to expect the worst from them, but not from Carlisle.

She'd caught herself staring at him on multiple occasions. She'd watch him read, and she'd watch him play chess with Edward, and she'd always bashfully cast her eyes away, but she couldn't help the staring. There was something so fascinating about him that her eyes were drawn towards him wherever he went. It felt unholy to think about him so much, it felt dirty to want him close, but she couldn't help herself. She was fascinated with him and trusted him more than anyone.

Carlisle smiled at her from his armchair and went back to reading the newspaper. She was arranging Edward's vinyl records on the shelf - putting them in alphabetical order and swiping dust off them with a wet cloth. Nobody asked her to, but she liked doing little things like that.

"Could we go hunt tomorrow? When you come home from work?" she asked, keeping her gaze locked at the records.

"Yes, of course," Carlisle said, casually flipping through the pages. He liked how she started describing their cottage as their home. It felt domestic and good.

"You know you don't have to do it, right?"

"Do what?"

"All the cleaning," Carlisle went on, watching her as she walked away from the vinyl records and started dusting off the table. "There's no need for that, you're not our maid."

"I know that," she smiled, "but I also know a woman's place. I like it when things are clean, I always have."

He didn't say anything more, and she went back to her work. The truth was, she liked cleaning up their house. It felt like having a family to keep it clean for, and it kept her mind sane when it drifted off in unpleasant directions. She also wanted him to see how good a housewife she could be, although that thought was a bit embarrassing, even to admit to herself.

Her gaze stopped at him again, but she was still wiping the surface with a wet cloth, and she accidentally hit a blue, vintage vase standing on the table. Esme only really understood what she had done when the vase hit the wooden floor with a loud bang, shattering into a hundred tiny pieces, the water spilling onto the floor and wetting the white rug. Then, out of the blue, Esme wasn't in their safe living room anymore.

She froze, with eyes focused on the broken decoration, her hand still grasping the wet tablecloth, but her brain sank into a memory. A second of inattentiveness was enough for her to make such a mess. A mess for which, in another life, she would get punished.

And just like that, she was back in her human years, back in her and Charles' little cottage, back to when she broke his mother's vase, and he beat her until she bled. And just like that, she didn't expect Carlisle to act any other way than the men she once knew.

"Esme?"

Carlisle didn't need Edward's mind-reading gift to catch the immediate change in her behavior. She stood there, with her hand still grasped onto the table, but she became so absent and frozen with fear - not able to move or breathe, her lips started twitching.

"Esme, are you alright?" he repeated and walked over to her slowly, careful not to startle her. When he reached his hand and touched her elbow, she twitched strongly, and looked at him with such fear in her eyes he held his breath in surprise.

"I'm sorry," she whined, taking a step back and protectively embracing her stomach and chest with her arms. Carlisle was sure it was a reflex. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"

"No, don't be, it's just a vase," Carlisle muttered, but he wasn't sure what he should do. The way Esme was looking at him took his breath away, and with a sudden thought, he realized that she was expecting him to hit her.

That thought made him shiver. He understood that she was trying to protect herself with her arms, assuming he'd harm her, and it broke his heart.

Her eyes got twice as big with fear, and she wept, which terrified him to the bone. She sat down on a chair, her hands still protectively around her stomach, but she started breathing again, taking sharp, panicked inhales. Cringed, she looked smaller than usual. So delicate and feminine, she should be protected by men, not terrified of them.

"Esme, I would never hurt you," Carlisle said softly, holding his hands up. He knew what a panic attack looked like, of course, he'd seen it many times during his long working years, but seeing Esme in that state was shattering. It was so hard to watch her suffer, but the trauma was a powerful thing. He could only hope she would get better one day.

"You're safe," he told her softly, and all he wanted was to hug her. He needed her to feel safe again, seeing her this scared was heart-wrenching. "I'm not him, Esme."

She sobbed again and hid her face in her hands, and he felt the worst was over.

"Can I touch you?" Carlisle asked, and she nodded faintly. When he stood by her and stroked her hair compassionately, she wrapped her arms around him tightly and tugged her face against the soft fabric of his sweater. She was still breathing shakily but feeling his fingers tangled in her hair, she believed she was safe again.

"I'm so sorry," Esme whispered, her entire body trembling. "I'm sorry, I don't know what took over me-"

"You don't have to apologize," he replied, his voice soft and smooth, and he rubbed her shoulders reassuringly to calm her down. "You don't have to be sorry for anything."

"I hate the way I am," she kept on speaking. "So scared and weak, always expecting the worst."

"Don't say that," Carlisle knelt in front of her and looked her straight in the eyes. "Please, don't talk this way about yourself. You're breaking my heart."

"But it's the truth."

"You have endured so many terrible things, Esme. Things no one deserves."

She nodded, but the guilt was still in her eyes.

"For a second I... I expected you to-"

"I know," Carlisle cut in her words and sighed. He tried not to take it personally. She was a wounded woman, and it was only natural for her brain to react this way, but he still felt his heart clench at the thought that she thought he’d hurt her. "I saw."

"I'm sorry. I know you would never- you're too good."

"Yes," he smiled at her and took her hand between his. Hers was way smaller, and fit his nicely. Esme was still embarrassed, and Carlisle saw that, but he was desperate for her to feel alright again. "I would never."

She looked him in the eye and let out a quiet sob again, but then chuckled, which made him frown.

"I broke your vase," she observed, and he smirked. "I'm sorry."

"It doesn't matter at all," Carlisle replied softly. "We'll buy another one, and you'll choose it this time."

"Sure?"

"Sure."

He smiled at her, and all she could think about was how safe he made her feel, and how different from the other men he was - in the best way possible.

#twilight #weronika writes #all the prompts in my inbox are so dramatic omg #yall are living for it arent you #lets make them suffer #carlisle x esme #carlesme #carlisle cullen #esme cullen #fanfiction #twilight fanfiction #twilight renaissance #prompts

[whatifimgayyy]

Are you up to an emoji rating? If yes, could you please rate the 😭 emoji? No pressure, take all the time you need :)

Omg yes??? Of course?? I love receiving stuff in my inbox!!!

So, here we go, "loudly crying face" emoji review!

Fun fact: as of March 2021, this is the most popular emoji on Twitter! It's a pretty accurate indication of how things are going, tbh.

Starting off strong, we have Apple with an iconic look! It's simple, it has good colors and excellent shadows. However, the more you look at it the more you get unsettled by the tears. They seem flat, they aren't shiny (and water usually is) and all in all just look like blue stripes.

8/10 Apple, I know you could've used more realism on the tears

Google takes a more dramatic take on the prompt, and I can respect it. The tears have highlights! That's amazing! It is cartoon-y yet a bit more organic than Apple, all in all it has more emotion and looks less flat.

10/10 I love this performance!

Love the way tears are rendered, however I'm not a fan of the shadows that are a bit too dark for. The mouth is also, perhaps, a bit small compared to the face. Overall tho, it's a great emoji.

8/10 the tears don't have much flow, but it's still good

Sir!! Sir there's a puddle of tears beneath you!!! Sir please!!!

Also. What is that mouth? I really don't like how it alings with the tears.

5/10 Microsoft come on.

Sir!! Please clean your tears!! You're basically swimming in them!!

Aside from the puddle of tears (that can't be comfortable to sit in), this emoji is great. The tears have a lot of definition, they have a realistic and organic flow, and the expression is good too.

8/10 almost perfect!

Mmmmmh. Aside from the lack of shadows, highlights or definition (which is typical of Twitter), the expression isn't too bad. But the puddle. It looks like it was made with a circle tool in MS paint!!!

6/10 most popular emoji, and for what? Come on, you can do better

Facebook tried to recreate what WhatsApp did...but it failed. I'm sorry, the tears look like plastic.

5/10 it's also lowkey distressing that the eyes are two black voids

The gradient! The highlights! The drama that's been expressed!! This emoji perfectly interpreted the prompt, it has a genuine look and the colors are simply perfect.

9.5/10 I'm still not a fan of the puddle, because it seems uncomfortable

Uhm. You did the bare minimum and colored this with, literally, a neon yellow highlight.

2/10 yea no thanks!

Why is this face orange? Why do the tears have definition but are still flat? Why does the mouth Do That?

1/10 it's a no from me

There's a limit of 10 images for each post, so I'll continue it in the next!

Thank you SO much for the ask!!

#emoji #emoji rating #emoji review #me #shitpost #meme #ask #crying

[lucivar]

Most excellent lucivar, as an incredibly imaginative and funny author and the creator of the #prayforHiram tag, would you share your top 5 most outrageous head canons about Hiram Lodge? Please and thank you! (I know a guy who knows a guy who can deliver all the doritos without asking any questions, if you're interested)

OMG THIS ASK IS BRILLIANT! Thank you so much for gracing my inbox with this! SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO RESPOND!

So my feelings for Hiram in Riverdale went from “Aw yes racketeering for the capital value play!” to “what. the. actual. fuck.” from s1 to s5, but in that glorious transformation, like a butterfly from a chrysalis, Hiram has become one of my favourite characters. #prayforHiram

So, I thought a lot about this and I just couldn’t stop laughing at the crack my brain was coming up with, so here, as you so kindly prompted, are my top 5(ish) most outrageous headcanons.

Villainy is just showbiz, kids. Hiram is a fucking star and Riverdale is his stage.

Read the nonsense under the cut.

After being denied his acting opportunity, Jaime Luna took his Hiram Lodge inspiration from The Godfather: Little Jaime Luna got the idea after watching Don Vito Corleone’s speech in the Godfather and imagined having the same power, respect and flair. He really, really wanted to be a STAR, but mommy and daddy Luna did not allow it because Jaime really needed to focus on taking over the family business. He considers every interaction a moment for his glory, an opportunity to show off his brilliance, his chiselled jaw or his wrestling prowess.

He has a script - I mean - grand plan: Don’t ruin it, or he’ll come for you and get his goons to beat you up. (LOOKING AT YOU, COFFIN BOY)

He demands PERFECTION and FLAIR of his associates. He will not be denied: He asks his associates for the same ~dramatique flair~ that he possesses, which is why he and Penelope have a weird truce and why he only accepted Reggie Mantle once he grew into his glam rocker haircut and could cock a pistol in perfect synchronicity with his other goons. One of my regrets is that we never saw the OG Stonies and Hiram team up because that would have been insufferably perfect (and I would have added a new tag for Bret: #gayforHiram)

He will be centre stage no matter what: As a denied theatre kid, he feels like he missed the opportunity to be in the spotlight. As a consequence he hates when Archie takes Veronica away from him, because all he wants to do is have her NOTICE HIM and vice versa (see: Hermione Lodge’s comment “your obsession with archie andrews will ruin this family”).

The only RiverParent that strikes fear into his heart is Gladys: Fred is a homewrecking slut (Hiram’s opinion, not my own), Tom Keller has no stomach for villainy, Clifford was boring AF and barely a rival, Hal had a weak chin (which could not hold a candle to Hiram’s own), Mary gives him nothing to work with (Hiram gets bored), Sierra is excellent because she is corrupt and loves it, Miles reminds him of his father, Alice can be easily distracted with some random chaos and FP is hopeless. Gladys, however, is terrifying and people PAY ATTENTION TO HER. Hiram does not like this. People pay attention to Penelope, but attention whore to attention whore (affectionate) he *understands* her. She has a flair for the dramatic; she is the epitome of cloak and dagger, as long as the cloak is fur-trimmed and she’s naked underneath. Hiram gets this, and he hates her for putting Veronica in danger, but they have a shaky truce (yes, this truce includes burning down the maple groves because yolo).

On the other hand, Gladys is cold fucking psycho bitch who gives no fucks and would step all over Hiram’s ego without even realising it. Now that’s power. #girlboss

Hiram has two (barely) acceptable partners for Veronica: No one will ever be good enough for Veronica Lodge. I know it, he knows it and he has no qualms telling her suitors that they suck a bag of dicks. He has never liked Archie, but over time the boy with the absTM has grown on him like a tumor (#prayforHiram) because Archie has a flair for villainous drama (see: the Red Circle) and is susceptible to suggestion (see: the Red Circle). He is also musically inclined. Not that he’s good, but Hiram probably thinks that if he just took Archiekins under his wing that he could someday become a triple threat. Many of Hiram’s favourite memories involve beating and beating up Archie. He is the least worst choice and for that reason he will tolerate him. I totally stan andsmile’s theory about Hiram being a barchie hater and setting fire to the porch to break them up so that he can get invited to the varchie wedding. He just wants to do the Don Corleone speech. LET HIM, YOU MONSTERS.

The other person he will tolerate is Cheryl Blossom aka Cherry Bombshell aka Nightmare Child. Now that woman knows how to fuck shit up. Plus it would upset Penelope a bit, so that’s exciting.

If you’re wondering about Reggie, it’s: eh? Like, Hiram prefers him with the flair hair, but he’s too scruffy for Veronica now. Maybe he would change his tune if Reggie put out fires or mined palladium with his shirt off. No promises tho.

Other headcannons

When Hiram quarantined Riverdale, the real longcon was to cut off the Dorito supply routes: #LetThemEatTostitos. Ungrateful, meddling twerps.

“Mija, I built that prison, I can come and go as I please”: strong Narcos fan. He watches it in his home-made prison mancave, practicing “Plata o plomo” to perfect the intonation. <3

The real reason he blew up the prison is that the paperwork was becoming too tedious. The real travesty these days is how many lawyers are needed for good old-fashioned villany. Due to the depreciation schedule of the prison, he still had a few years until his assets were fully amortised (it also got super fucked up in the time jump seven years from 2020 to 2021 - many of his taxation lawyers quit because of THAT mind fuck). So Hiram blew up his prison to claim malicious damages. He probably blamed it on a tweaked-out Jughead.

The real reason he wants a palladium mine is to fill Archie porn bingo squares: Miner, Fireman, Boxer, Footballer, Teacher/Coach, Soldier, Prisoner, Musician, Gang member, Farmer, Superhero, Minor (hahah don’t shoot me, I’m just commenting on Riverdale’s serves) #It’slegalnow

Hope you enjoyed these and thanks so much for waiting so long for me to FINALLY COMPLETE IT. <3

#hiram lodge #the campiest villain #river!crack #raymondebidochonlifechoices #lucivar answers questions with way too much detail #prayforhiram #gayforhiram #stayforhiram

[drabblesanddreams]

Reasons to live- Dazai Osamu x Reader

omg i accidentally published a request on private and i am so sorry if it gets sent directly to your inbox but here it is posted here fully! I went with something diff for a morning kiss but hope u still enjoy

If you wish to support heres my Ko-fi

Prompt: Morning kiss

TW: none

Summary: Dazai thinks you’re a sight to behold in the morning

Word count: 944

There were small things in life that Dazai cherished. Fleeting moments in the sunset that tug at his heartstrings, the inexplicable colours of red and orange mixing together on a canvas of the sky. Almost like God himself dipped his paintbrush of creation into a paint can of natures wonders and swiped it across the sky. There was also the delicate smell of the flowers that fill his senses as he walks by the flower shop on his way to work every morning, a symphony of different smells wafting in the air, leaving him with a rare pleasant afterthought. The sound of pages turning was another thing that Dazai enjoyed, the touch of paperback underneath his fingertips as they traced the expertly formed letters on the page.

Dazai also really loved the sight of you in the morning, touched by sleep as you were seemingly completely at peace. During these moments, you were different. A little softer, less affected by the harsh reality of life, a little more at peace. It was definitely a sight to behold.

Dazai thinks, that whenever he finally catches the coattails of death himself, that you would be the thing that he misses the most.

These are the things that push Dazai to continue living.

For now, he doesn’t want to dwell on such depressing thoughts. Instead, he focuses his brown, almost russet hues back onto your face. The soft inhales and exhales of your breath, a strong sign that you were alive, living, breathing, with him. It reassures him, sets his troubled mind at rest for a moment.  

His eyes take in your visage, touched by the morning light shining through the glass panels of the windows that hang overhead. Your eyelashes flutter slightly as you squeeze your eyes tighter, trying to block out the unwanted rays of the sun. Dazai can’t help but let the corner of his mouth tilt up at the cute expression. He chuckles quietly to himself, careful to not disturb you from your slumber as he reaches forward. He brushes soft tendrils of hair away from your face and his heart warms as you nuzzle your head slightly into his open palm warmly.

Chocolate softens into russet as Dazai stares at you warmly.  Between the both of you, it was always you that was more affectionate, more open to sentimental touches shared between you two. To outsiders, it seemed like the opposite was the case. After all, wasn’t it Dazai that would purposely tease the shit out of you? Grasping onto your arm as he pleaded for a lover’s suicide? Or throwing his own arm around your shoulders, demanding attention?

Sure, it was. But it was also you that would accept his touches, that would teasingly slap his arm away before pulling his own hand carefully and gently into your own. Almost as if you were asking if he was okay with this, with exchanging touches that had a deeper meaning behind it. It was funny to Dazai, to think it was just a mere four years ago that touching involved the act of violence behind it. That he almost seemed to shy from being that open with someone. Now, he couldn’t even imagine laying a hand on you with the intent of harm.

You suddenly stir, rolling over from on your side to your back. Your eyes flutter open before squinting almost immediately at the sudden bout of sunlight in your room. You groan, draping an arm across your eyes as you squeeze your eyes shut.

Dazai can’t help but to tease you.

“Good morning,” he hums, and you take a peek at him above your arm, still unimpressed with almost being blinded by the early morning sun. “Did you know you drool when you sleep?”

Your reaction is almost immediate.

“What?” you exclaim, indecorously before dropping your arm and scowling at him, “I do not!” you claim fully awake now. The rasp of your morning voice was something Dazai needed to remember to add onto his list of endearing things.

The teasing smile grows wider, “It’s quite true, and if I have to say so myself, quite cute.” He says before moving forward so that he can steal a kiss from you, “almost like a waterfall”, ignoring your protests at his remarks. He loves doing that, taking in your reactions as he does the most unexpected things to you. You were so human-like that, so vibrant and full of life as you would react in sometimes the most dramatic way.

You, however, push his face away, “No, no kiss for you,” and Dazai can’t help but fully pout at you, “No fair, don’t be mean (Y/N)!” he pulls your body to his as he whines into your neck.

“Well, you’re the one that says I drool, which is a lie by the way!” you say back as he plants soft kisses across your neck. Dazai chuckles at this, before nuzzling his nose into your neck and turning his face so that he can kiss your cheek softly. As his tendrils of hair tickle your cheek, you giggle, momentarily breaking your ‘angry’ facade.  

You then clear your throat, pushing him away as you start to stand up, clearly ready to start the day. However, the moment your toes touch the soft carpeted ground, lanky arms make their way to wrap themselves around your torso, and you’re then pulled into his bandaged chest. He smirks as you let out a squeal from his actions.

“Not yet,” Dazai quietly murmurs as he nuzzles his nose against your hair.

He doesn’t want to break this illusion of tranquility that you create for him. Not yet anyway.

#bsd #bsd imagines #bsd imagine #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs imagine #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs dazai #bsd dazai #Dazai Osamu #dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #dazai imagine

[omg-just-peachy]

this is a non-stony/marvel related ask haha. but do you have any soft, domestic head canons of patrick and david and their little cottage? i just finished rewatching s6 and so much love for them and the series!!! and do you think you'll write like a prompt for them? your marvel works are amazing and i think you'd write patrick/david well also!!

Omg I need to rewatch myself already 🥺😭 I haven’t recovered from the fact that Patrick bought the house because David said it looked like the one in the Holiday! That’s one of my absolute favorite movies and I’m not over it.

I would definitely write a prompt for them! I believe I have one in my inbox I should get to but pls feel free to send any if you have them!!

As far as headcanons 🥺 I’m SOFT.....

The decor is a challenge because initially David is all: “I’ve been living in a MOTEL for the last four years!” And wants there to be a very nice ~aesthetic~ to their home. Patrick just wants it to feel like THEM, though, like it’s really theirs and so he starts bringing in little sentimental items and cozy pieces here and there and makes it A Home and not like, an austere museum or something

They can cook basic things but anything more complex is a disaster, especially if David is super hungry and a meal gets ruined. Chaos ensues followed by Patrick kissing his head and walking them to the cafe.

I think both of them (but especially David) get overwhelmed regularly, especially in the beginning, over the idea that Home is A Person. Like, yeah it’s a dream house but sometimes David comes home and Patrick is just like, folding their laundry or making dinner and he’s like, okay, im home because Patrick is my home 😭🥰 also it’s probably the first place he truly FELT at home ahhhh

Not a headcanon but imagine the first Christmas in the house and everyone coming back and David gets to be the dramatic host with his husband and his house is so warm and full of everyone he loves most in the world and it’s so festive 😭

#anonymous #omg I love them so much please #can you believe patrick and david invented love?

[ggukmiin]

✍🏻 Anon: I actually did...send...many asks...lost to tumblr abyss...wanted to say my fav flowers too....feel like when jungkook barged in during jin’s(?) vlive saying he was furiously sending messages...can’t deal with this app...my kinky prompt...*dramatic exit scene* *scene2* actually i like your writing style a lot! i have adhd n it’s hard to focus on long descriptive paragraphs/narrations but your writing has a smooth natural flow, easy to follow just like a storyteller! -✍🏻 (gave up on the ask box it’s clearly ignoring me)

-

OKAY I KID U NOT IDK WHEN U SENT THIS BUT I THINK I MIGHTVE JUST GOTTEN THIS THIS WEEKEND BC MY ASK BOX WAS EMPTY ALL WEEK. WHAT. THE. HECK. !!?????!?!?

you omg,,,, u sent in an ask abt flowers!?!? GOSH THAT WAS A MONTH AGO and it didn’t work??? and k-k-kin..ky p-rOMPT. lord jesus i think we all our curious abt THIS now 👀👀👀!! WHY does tumblr hate us communicating so muchhhhh!! ughhhhhdjjdjdj.

and about my writing style.. 😳 THANK YOU SO MUCH!! gosh, my writing style is very... idk it... i write like how i would speak. that kind of thing. my writing doesn’t have a lot of imagery and beautiful descriptor words and much emotion in it because wits quite, laid back and sarcastic i think dkdndkjd. this is why i can only write things that fit my writing style bc if i tried smth angsty or dramatic it would just be a mess 😳. i’m SO GLAD that you like it tho. that’s seriously so so encouraging to hear!! thank you so much for your support bub 💜💜. and btw speaking of writing I rly miss yours too!! your writing is sooo good and everytime i see a little snippet or headcanon or story from u in my inbox i SQUEAL bc i know i’m abt to get some good good food!! NOT TO PRESSURE U TO SEND ANYTHING OFC!! i just wanted to let u know that i miss your writing and that i rly rly rly love it as well!! thank you for sending me things :) it always makes me rly happy !! i hope you’re doing well bb 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜!!

#✍🏻 anon #submission #I CANT BELIEVE TUMBLR HATES US