#and of course yay gold

[ixiot-ghostrebel]

Hello! I saw that your requests are open so I thought, I'll shoot my shot

So, it'll be SAGAU with Impostor and Isekai trope. The reader is a real Creator, while the fake one is on the throne. But! What if they look completely different? Characters don't hunt reader because well, they don't look like their beloved grace and they're unaware that their sweet creator is in fact a real impostor.

But when you look at reader and the fake creator, you can see a total difference in their surroundings. The real Creator - Reader, is connected to the Teyvat, right? The flowers bloom everywhere where they stand, the trees are more green and lively, while there's nothing like this with the impostor in the throne.

So! To the idea- How about Zhongli and Kaeya's (or any other characters you'd like to add here) to see their Reader cut themselves and suddenly bleed gold - while they saw their beloved Grace bleed red and suddenly, they connect the dots?

Ooh, this is certainly interesting, @ilumin! I'll see what I can come up with :)

Zhongli & Kaeya Find Out The Imposta :)

You weren't gonna lie—you kinda freaked when you realize the isekai and sagau trope thing happened on you. Reading fanfiction from the internet, you knew how things were gonna go down. You read the signs.

Safe to say you were not expecting you yourself to be the "lucky winner" of this entire thing. Nu-uh. Not one bit. You knew this was gonna be a hellhole.

That is, of course....you realized that the Imposter did not look like you at all. You were kinda stoked about it—that means you weren't gonna get ratted out, or killed, or hunted—so yay you! Time to chill with some bros! Time to free ball it while you still can!

And thennn... one night you were hanging with some ppl, and you accidentally nicked your finger.

You guessed it right, fellas, you bled gold. And that did not go unnoticed.

Good luck.

(Warning: Might be OOC!)

Zhongli

When he first met you, Zhongli thought you were like The Traveler—you were someone who passed the Celestial Atmosphere above, and descended down to traverse the world.

With Their Grace present, their world has prospered and Zhongi is proud to say that Liyue was doing well under their rule. But when you came, he was a little surprised to see how the earth seemed to connect with you. Flowers around you seemed brighter, precious rocks seem to surface at your presence..and you somehow manage to always be able to get the most freshest fruit anyone can come across.

You were truly an interesting enigma that Zhongli is curious to learn more of. He commits every detail about you to memory. The day the wind conveniently came to the rescue when the days were boiling hot. The time where you managed to restock your food stalls even though so many Liyueans were nabbing them and almost leaving you nothing. Everything Zhongli saw, he noted down in his mind.

You eventually became acquainted with him the moment he walks up to your food stall. It wasn't that packed in the morning (somehow), and it allowed the two of you to get to know one another better. Safe to say your relationship was solid.

And then you bled gold that one night. Zhongli eyes your blood with wide expressions, before immediately excusing the both of you out of the situation.

He cannot believe that the person that sits on the Creator's Throne was not the Creator. He's constantly being bombarded with the "Creator" and their meetings, while you were just selling goods on the streets of Liyue.

"...Your Grace..." Zhongli looks at you as he puts a bandage over your finger. "...Truly, we have all been deceived." And while you're glad that he wasn't suggesting you start up a riot, you were kind of worried about what he'll do to the Imposter the next time Zhongli sees him.

Safe to say he did have a "Chat" with them that consisted of a meteor and a lot of "I will have Order!" voicelines repeating over and over again.

Kaeya

When you got plopped into Mondstadt, somehow, the winds started becoming more gentle and a lot more carefree. Everyone saw this as a sign of Barbatos, you saw this as a sign of the world trying to rat you out or something.

You decided to get a job at the Tavern to get info, and boom you meet Kaeya. You should've expected this when you got a job at Angel's Share, because this hottie bro is very much interested on your merchandise.

Safe to say, though, Kaeya was very interested in you. Like Zhongli, he takes note of your every move. But, unlike Zhongli, Kaeya's trying to see how your...unique superpowers work, and how they can be used to help protect Mondstadt—assuming he manages to convince you to join.

Kaeya is very talkative in the Tavern, so he usually talks to the bartenders. Diluc is pulling his hair out to see how much info Kaeya's spilling to you during your shifts, half of which are just boasting about the Knights of Favonius.

When you nicked your finger, though, you knew things were going down. It didn't help that Kaeya noticed. His eyes widen for a fraction, before he stands up and suggests that you both should take a walk around the streets of Mondstadt when your shift was done.

You agree, seeing as there's no way out of this, and quickly grab a bandaid to patch up the scratch. Once you were both out, Kaeya speaks first, in a low tone.

"My...I never knew the Almighty Creator could be this sneaky, to have an imposter sit on the throne while they serve cups at my favorite tavern." You look at him incredulously. He took the situation to praise you to make himself sound like he was blessed?

Good sir, this was the opposite of how your life got thrown upside down when you entered Teyvat. Then again, this sounded a lot better than getting killed, so you'll take it as a win. For now.

Kaeya promises to keep this a secret, but safe to say Diluc is rubbing his temples when he hears the Calvary Captain himself trying to offer you a position in the Knights of Favonius, saying you had potential and whatnot.

Honestly, he just wants to spend more time with you outside of the tavern.

Ghost Rebel Side Notes: Why the heck did this take SO MUCH LONGER than I expected sobbing. Sorry y'all—istg life is hitting me like Truck-Kun.

Also one more thing: Furina is my new child now. She and Fremmi are my Fontantian Children. Love 'em both too much ppl will have to pry them out of my cold-dead hands.

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[harunayuuka2060]

Floyd: MC~ Why does Jade get to know that you have kids~?

MC: I don't think anyone would be interested in knowing.

Jade: I beg to disagree.

Azul: I'm intrigued. I never see you as a type to take care of one or even adopt 20 of them.

MC: They're my assets, Azul. Assets.

MC: All twenty of them are my little bunch of treasures.

Jade: How sweet. *chuckles*

Azul: *looks at them suspiciously*

MC: Is there something you want to ask, Azul?

Azul: I feel like there's something special about those children.

MC: Yes, of course. Do you think I'd waste my time adopting them if they were useless?

Azul: I knew it. What could they do?

MC: *smirks*

MC: You need to find out yourself. How about we send Floyd?

Floyd: Me~? Yay! I would love to~.

Floyd: I went there. And those kids extorted my money.

Azul and Jade: ...

Azul: Why would you teach them that?

MC: Why? It's a useful skill.

Azul: ...

Jade: Fair enough.

Azul: Jade, shut up.

Floyd: They were so cute~ Especially A~.

Azul: A? As in Letter A?

MC: They're too many. I just named them after the alphabet letters.

Jade: Does that mean you'll be adding six children more?

MC: I don't know. I'll check if I have time.

Azul: ...

Azul: What the fu-

Kalim: MC, when can I see your kids? *puppy eyes*

MC: If you pay 50,000 madols, I'll bring you to my house so you can play with them.

Jamil: 50,000 madols just for a house visit?!

MC: My children are almost as expensive as me. Of course, I will ask for payment.

Kalim: Okay! Do you want it in cash?

MC: Sure. Whatever you fancy.

Jamil: Kalim-

Kalim: Oh! Jamil! We should buy presents for the 20 of them!

Jamil: Kalim, no-

MC: I'll zip your mouth shut if you won't stop interrupting him, Jamil.

Jamil: You gold digger.

MC: *smirks* I'm flattered.

Jamil: *frowns*

#twisted wonderland #twst mc #twst azul #twst jade #twst floyd #twst kalim #twst jamil #twst avarice mc

[babyjakes]

a diamond's gotta shine.

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | toys

pairing | soft!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader

warnings | ddlg (daddy!lloyd, little!reader.) super soft!daddy!lloyd, just how we like him! butt plug (and me not knowing shit about luxury brands lol.) reader has an oral fixation; sucking and licking. anal prep/fingering/stretching. clit rubbing <3. mostly praise and encouragement. an orgasm as reward, yay!! implied aftercare. err hints at exhibitionism later? idk just to be safe.

word count | 1,425

an | this wasn't really the plan for this prompt originally, but i woke up today and decided i wanted a fic of lloyd gifting reader a luxury butt plug so we're just rolling with it lol. this one's dedicated to my sweet sweet angel sabby @hansensgirl hope you're well bby, and happy holidays to you!! <33

"C'mon, princess. Up on my desk."

Lloyd was gently nudging you toward the large surface, which he had suspiciously cleared off from its usual state of mild disarray. You lifted a curious brow at the broad man, earning a pearly grin as he gently stepped in to sweep you up in his arms. Lifting you effortlessly onto the desktop, he set you down with care, as if you were the most delicate and precious thing in the world. He trailed a playful hand up your thigh, fingertips teasing at your skin through the silky fabric of your nylons. "Daddy," you hummed eagerly, letting out a soft squeak as he gently pinched at your tender flesh.

"Panties off, baby. Lay back for me," Lloyd instructed steadily. And he sure as hell didn't have to ask twice.

As you moved quickly to remove and discard your hose and panties, you couldn't help but try to sneak a peek at what your daddy was up to as he made his way to the other side of the desk, opening up a drawer and pulling something out discreetly. He then strode over to one of the couches in the middle of his office, grabbing a few throw pillows before returning to you. "Here you go, angel. Let's get you nice and comfy," he murmured, propping you up with the pillows supporting your back.

"Daddy," you whined again, a hint of neediness now present in your voice. Lloyd smiled as he brought up the gift to finally show you; the contents of his hands made you gasp. A beautiful plug, shiny gold, with a stunning ring of crystals embedded along the base. "Oh Daddy," you breathed, unable to take your eyes off the glittering piece.

"Genuine Winstons," Lloyd told you proudly, taking a small bottle of lube from his pocket and placing it on the desk beside you. "Only the best for my princess, of course."

"So pretty, Daddy," you remained in awe, earning a loving chuckle from the man as he watched you be entranced by the gift.

"I'm glad you think so, sweetheart. Now be a good girl and open up for Daddy, need you to get this nice and wet for me while I'm prepping you." He teased the tip of the plug against your glossy lips, guiding one of your hands up to hold the base. You sucked and licked happily at the metal's impressive curve as Lloyd got to work between your legs.

He parted your feet, bending your knees up to lie at either side of you as your dress slipped up easily in cooperation with his efforts. Pausing, he took a moment to revel in the sight of you. His gaze fell to your perfect folds as they sat before him on display. With a low hum of approval, he brought a gentle hand up to smear your wetness around teasingly. "Look at you, already getting wet for Daddy. That's my good girl," he smiled as he brought a finger down to begin gently prodding at your tighter little hole.

Still working the toy you'd been given between your pouty lips, you let out a whimper at your daddy's tentative nudges. You gasped softly at the feeling of a cold glob of lube being dripped onto you. Heat rose up through your cheeks in slight humiliation as the slippery mess was worked thoroughly over your puckered rosebud. "Okay baby," Lloyd hummed encouragingly, "time to open up this pretty little hole. Are you gonna be good for Daddy and take it?" You offered the sweetest nod you could manage, earning a beaming grin from the mustached man. "Of course you are. My sweet little girl," he crooned lovingly, giving no further warning before starting to push his first digit past your difficult outer ring.

You squirmed gently, big pleading eyes looking up at Lloyd as you let out a weak whine. "Hmmph... Daddy..." your voice wobbled.

The tall man brought his unused arm up to stroke back your hair in a calming manner. Furrowing his brow in gentle concern, he did his best to soothe you. "Shhh, my love," he cooed as his large finger worked up to the first knuckle, then the second, gradually stretching out your sensitive walls. "That's it, see? Nice and gentle. Look so pretty like this, taking Daddy's fingers up your sweet little bottom. My pretty girl," he kissed your forehead, holding you steady as he began introducing a second finger.

It was a slow, steady process; Lloyd knew that it had to be. He rarely played with you like this, mostly due to how much you struggled to take anything up your poor little ass. But he hoped that getting you a toy like this might help you adjust to the unfamiliar sensations; you had discussed prior that you'd like to do some proper anal training and play. Needless to say, you both felt this was the perfect first step in that endeavor.

Once you were comfortably and confidently taking two fingers, Lloyd finally felt ready to transition you over to your shiny new toy. "That's it, sweetheart. Fuck, so perfect for me," he was chuckling as your hips bucked up to meet his hand, his digits driving steadily into you. Much of the initial discomfort was gone, replaced with the most deliciously sinful burn blooming in the base of your tummy. Your eyes were shining with pride as you looked up hopefully at your daddy. Kissing your forehead again, Lloyd nodded as he slowed his fingers to a stop, retrieving the now-soaking plug from your drooling lips.

"Okay princess. Here we go-" You hummed eagerly as the tip of the gold bulb was rubbed up against your slippery opening. Lloyd surprised you a bit by bringing his free hand up to gently dip into your leaking pussy; much to your daddy's delight, you had made quite the mess during his generous preparation period. He dragged his fingertips up further, liberally smearing your glistening arousal over your clit to coax the tiny pearl out from under its protective hood with his expert touch. Your knees were trembling as he began working the nub in steady circles, while finally beginning to ease the large plug up into your awaiting walls.

"O-oh my- Daddy," you mewled as the warm, slick piece of metal stretched you out across its broad curvature. At its widest circumference, the object's insertion was bordering on painful. Lloyd's eyes never left you as he did his best to rub your clit faster, hoping the added stimulation would help ease the burn.

"Almost there baby, almost there," he promised, letting out a breath of relief in tandem with your own as you finally made it past the peak, the rest of the toy slipping perfectly into its place with little effort. As the glittering base nestled itself between your smooth cheeks, Lloyd looked on in pleasure and pride. "There," he hummed lowly, gently giving the center a few taps, earning the sweetest little whimpers from you. "What do you think, angel? Has someone earned an orgasm?"

His pace was quickening over your clit before you could even process his words. Hands flying down to grip the edges of the desk below you, you nodded desperately. "Y-yes Daddy, please Daddy!"

Your daddy smiled as he continued his steady rubbing, finding your sweet spot with ease. It wasn't long before you were reaching up to cling to his sturdy arm, your breaths stuttering as you chased your release. "That's it, baby. Go ahead and come for me. Been such a brave girl for Daddy," the man allowed, nodding as your high ripped through you.

"Daddy, o-oh Daddy! Aahhh-" you cried, the plug lurching within you as your poor little cunt clenched down on nothing. You were carried lovingly through your high, Lloyd's fingers only slowing as your spasms and contractions finally began to cease.

"That's my girl," he murmured gently, reaching up to brush your hair back out of your face as he gave your pussy and puffy button a few playful pats. "Now what d'you say we get you cleaned up, huh princess?" You were too weak to respond, only managing a lazy nod as you slumped against the pillows behind you, struggling to catch your breath.

He moved from your side momentarily to grab a cloth from one of the desk drawers. "Oh, but sweetheart- the toy stays in," he informed you with a wink. "We're having guests over later; Daddy wants his pretty girl to shine."

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[all444miles]

can you please do 42!miles with a baddie like a Megan type vibe? SHE HAS A PINK JEEP

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— SHE A BADDIE

— pairing: e42!miles x fem!black!reader — genre: fluff — summary: what its like for 42 miles to date a reader with a "baddie like megan" vibe. — a/n : i felt like i was a lil lazy writing this, sorry ! can yall tell i got excited abt the jeep n the attitude part.. its litch what kept me writing this whole thing 😭 also, a car creeper is those lil things u slide under to fix the underside of ur car — a/n 2: changed the way i start writin a jus a lil, petition for head over heels 42 miles supremacy !! + this was so fun.. like i was writing this n i was like "lemme be this when i grow up" LMAOOO so ty for the request anonnn, mwah and enjoy !!

MILES FALLS IN LOVE with you every second. like, honestly, just do anything, he's wrapped around your finger.

maybe he'll try and hide it, but you make him fold 24/7. you dont even have to do nothing.

it's just something about your energy, the way you dont give a damn about nothing, he just loves it. y'all are like beast boy and raven.

"mama, you killin' me right now." "hm? did i do somethin'?" "i love you so, so much. i swear, you make me weak." "aww, hun, I love you more." "yeah, keep dreamin'. now, lemme love on you."

hype man, hype man, HYPE MANN

when I say if you want to do anything he's here for it, he's here for it.

you wanna get your hair done? he's at your service.

you wanna go to the mall? he's already throwing you the keys to your jeep.

you wanna get your nails done? show him your options (he always likes the french tips, esp this.)

"Y'know Miles, i think this set ain't looking too good no more.." "You wanna get new nails?" "Mhm, wanna help me pick?" "'Course I do, let's see em."

does not care what you wear, he's always gonna say you look gorgeous. plus, he can fight. but, he's always got his hands on your waist. always.

you're your own girl, he knows that. he spoils you, yes, but he'll always let you do your own thing.

he can't explain it, but when you refer to him as "my man", or your anything, really, it does something to his heart.

yk when latto goes "ty to my man"? yeah, that's you.

"My nails? Yeah, my man helped me pick 'em."

you have attitude. Miles doesn't mind, he's a "yes ma'am" kind of guy, but if it's to him, hes gonna shut you down.

a lot of the times, you won't care, and it won't end in an argument, becuase he's still shutting you down regardless.

"Miles, you lost your shit or sum." "Amor, drop that tone f'me, aight?"

you are a party animal, and Miles? He'll just be in the back, watching you do your thing with your friends. If you ask him to dance with you though, he will for sure.

Will he throw money on you? Yes, yes he will. (Not sexual btw !)

Your jeep. He has his own car, but he honestly loves yours the best.

He helped you decorate it, all pretty and pink

He will happily get in your jeep while you blast Megan or Rihanna because c'mon now, who wouldnt?

I'm insistent he's good with mechanics, so he'll tune your car whenever you need him to, bryson tiller or tory lanez playing while he does so. (i'm losing my shit rn.)

"Cariño, ¿puedes pasarme esa llave inglesa? It's to ya left." (Baby, can you pass me that wrench?)

he'd say, sliding out from the car creeper under the hood of your pink jeep, sliding back in after you passed him the tool.

and after about 15 minutes, he'd come back out, putting a dirty cloth over his shoulder, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

its a sight to see: white tank top, slightly stained with grime from fixing your car; his favorite gold chain glistened in the sun, adorned with beaded glints of sweat from his neck.

"Aight, i think she's good, you can start her up if you wanna." "Yay! thank you for fixing my car, baby, I love youu."

you'd squeal, wrapping your arms around his neck to plant a kiss on his cheek, your pink tinted lip gloss staining his face.

"Ain't no problem princesa, I love you too."

© all444miles 2023. do not plagerize, copy, or repost my work in any way shape or form, without my permission.

likes, reblogs, comments and asks are always appreciated !

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[lilyrizzy]

for my beloved @catofthecanals289... consider this day one of your twelve days of maxiel advent calendar lol (if i manage to write that much...i'll try...no promises....). but yay! wedding fluff

It's Grace that asks Max, “are you ready to marry my son?” 

On her face there is a grin so similar to Daniel’s, Max can’t help but return it despite his pounding heart and sweating palms.  

Looking out at the sea of familiar faces for a moment, he lets the steady hum of voices wash over him. Just breathes in the sweet smell of the tulips- Daniel’s idea- swirling in the air. Admires how the rays of sunlight filter through the big bay window behind him to bathe the room in gold.  

Max would have married Daniel in a Vegas back alley, but he does have to admit this is all very lovely. Victoria, bouncing Max’s baby daughter on her lap as his twins play with their cousins next to her, catches his eye to give him a sweet smile.  

“I am ready, of course,” Max says turning to Grace, and it’s been the truth since he was twenty years old. 

She squeezes the top of his arm, her smile softening momentarily, before she nods at the registrar. Then, multiple people are instructing Max to turn around, to face away from the aisle and instead to stare out at the setting sun through the window.  

Michelle had teased Daniel about this, said it figured that he would be the one to make the grand entrance of the day. Max had dutifully listened to Daniel’s insistences that he was not a show-off, while secretly agreeing with her. Announcing himself dramatically into a room silenced by the first few notes of a song he's spent months agonising over chosing seemed exactly like Daniel’s style.  

I want a proper first look, Daniel had told Max, it will be romantic. 

Hearing the charmed murmurings of the people they are closest to in the world as Daniel makes the entrance, Max can’t wait any longer to turn and look. 

Max is meant to wait. He’s supposed to count to fifteen, to let Daniel get at least a little way already down the aisle before he moves to look at him. He isn’t totally sure why, just that it had seemed very important when they’d practiced yesterday. Except-  

What he notices first is Daniel, of course. His wide grin, the soft brown eyes Max loves so much, framed by the cheeky way his eyebrows climb up his forehead as though to say, surprise! How beautiful he looks, though Max knows he would prefer the word 'sexy'.  

Then, it’s their children.  

Their twins, each with a hand tucked carefully into one of their dad’s, as the three of them walk down the aisle all together. Max can’t help the laughter that fizzes up from his stomach and all the way to his lips as he glances at the now empty chairs next to Victoria. Joe, who was supposed to be walking Daniel down, shrugs innocently at Max from the seat next to Grace. 

The bubbles of laughter don’t stop, not even as his eyes start to get wet at the corners, making his vision swim. He can still see everything he needs to perfectly; Daniel’s well cut suit, his carefully styled curls. The sparkle of the diamonds he let Max slip onto his fourth finger almost a year ago now, the sunlight bouncing off them. The matching blonde heads of his children, Oli’s topped with the flower crown Victoria had actually made for his sister, Livia.  

The people who remind Max over and over, just how gentle love can really be.  

The song fades out into silence when the three of them come to stand in front of Max. Three perfect faces wearing the same smile Max was first drawn to over ten years ago now.

He wants to kiss the version of it on Daniel’s face the moment that he gets close enough for Max to reach for, but they are fathers first now. Oli throws an arm around Max’s leg, hiding shyly behind him, and Livia informs him seriously, “Papa, I gave Oli my flower power to help him be brave.” 

Even as Max and Daniel exchange a grin, something thicker settles into Max’s throat. He can hardly believe it sometimes, that after years of traveling the world together, fatherhood is yet another adventure he gets to have with Daniel. 

“Hi baby,” is all Daniel says, cupping Max’s face gently. He is the picture of smug, and Max lets him revel in his glory for a moment, before crouching down to be eye level with their children. 

Glancing up at Daniel, Max asks instead, “do you think I could borrow him for a moment, so we can get married?” 

“Guys,” he says seriously, touching each of their sticky-warm cheeks in turn gently, just as their other father had touched his. “Thank you for helping daddy get to me safely.”

When they’d practiced, Joe had been the one leading Daniel up the aisle. Max remembers that this is supposed to be the part where the registrar asks who gives Daniel to be married, but there is no giving away to be done now. They have always belonged to each other, and now to their children as well, just as much.  

“Yes, yes, yes!” Livia declares, throwing her hands into the air excitedly. Oliver is less certain, but Victoria and Grace both speak up then, all gentle encouragement to coax them both back to their seats. They go- each with a parting kiss- and then Max straightens up again, Daniel is looking at him with the same shit eating grin.  

Good surprise? He mouths as the registrar begins the formalities, and Max does his best not to roll his eyes as he lets the fond smile overtake him again. Anything to do with their babies is lovely, so it’s not like it was really a gamble. 

It’s enough even, to blunt the sharp edges in Max’s chest when he looks at the two empty seats in the front row he had asked Victoria to keep free just in case. Fatherhood gave him a renewed belief that indifference and disapproval were not gaps that couldn’t be bridged with love. Now it’s enough to know that whatever divide might have formed between the family he was born into, there is nothing he wouldn’t find a way to cross for the family he made for himself. 

As if that has ever been anything other than the truth.  

He takes Daniel’s hands and repeats everything he needs to so that they can make what Max has always known to be true, official. When Max kisses Daniel, he feel both the promise of new beginning, and the fifteen years of shared history.  

“Who would have thought it, Verstappen?” Daniel teases as he pulls away from their first kiss as a married couple, but Max knows he is thinking the same thing when he adds, softer, “all mine now, Maxy.���  

What is a perfect day for them, is of course a little more boring for the babies. Halfway through signing the register, the children start to fuss, and so they end up with one on each knee, Livia demanding her flower crown back, and Oli forever eager to please the sister he adores. Somewhere, the same song the three of them made their entrance too fades back in and Daniel starts to dramatically mime the words to Max, like the show off he and Michelle both know he is. 

Your love will be, safe with me. 

#this is the fluffiest thing i've ever written and i NEVER write fluff so if it's terrible that is why #but don't you worry my black hearted gal #angst is coming your way;) i thought id just start off a lil happier lol #fic #max/daniel #also who knows the song?;))))

[damiansgoodgirll]

If your taking requests can you write a cute and fluffy fic with Erling please xx

yay! this is set post champions league!

erling haaland x reader

my champion

you couldn’t wait to celebrate manchester city’s victory over inter when they won the champions league. you were so proud of erling and the whole team for achieving this amazing goal.

city literally won everything this year and your heart was full of joy, especially knowing how much this meant for erling.

of course you let him celebrate the victory with his teammates and family, as he got drunk and went partying. it was honestly amusing seeing him like that. he’s usually calm and composed that seeing him so waisted made you laugh.

and even though he loved partying with his friends and family, he couldn’t wait to celebrate with you.

once you were back at the hotel, erling couldn’t keep his hands off of you.

“erling!” you laughed “stop it…”

his hands were tickling the sides of your waist as he left love bites all over your neck.

“i’m so happy” he said half drunk.

“yes, i can tell” you joked.

he showed you the gold medal and he put it over your neck like it was a classic necklace.

“it suits you” he smiled and you blushed. the way he was looking at you, full of love and passion. he loved you and you were sure of it.

“my champion…” you said “it sounds pretty good” you smiled again.

“your champion” he sat down on the bed and took you with him “this season was crazy” he started thinking how incredibly well this season went.

“you made it incredible…” you whispered and he looked at you smiling.

“well, i had the best support, you were always by my side, every watch you were there cheering for me and i can’t thank you enough for this…i love you so much y/n, i really love you so much” he said while his lips went on yours. the kiss was soft, tender, full of love.

“supporting you it’s the least i could do for you…you’ve always been here for me, i love you too erling” you kissed him again while he helped you laying on the bed.

you’ve spent the night between each other’s arms, tv playing in background as you stayed awake, remembering all the good memories you two shared in all these past years.

#erling håland #erling haaland smut #erling haaland x you #erling haaland and reader #erling haaland angst #erling haaland x reader #erling x reader #erling haaland one shot #erling haaland #erling haaland fluff #erling haaland imagine #erling haaland x y/n #erling haaland imagines #erling håland one shot #football imagine #football x reader #football fan #football one shot #football headcanon #football x y/n #football x you #football #manchester city #man city

[justporo]

Sinful strawberries and siren's song

A Night of Fake Smiles and Hidden Lies: Part 6

Author's Note: This chapter is a bit shorter but I still couldn't decide on the banner picture for it - so you get two! And also two songs - yay! (Ik, no one asked)

Astarion gets fed a strawberry - and of course he is VERY normal about it - cheeky bastard...

Songs: Eat Your Young - Hozier / Siren - Kailee Morgue Pairing: Astarion/Fem!Tav (You) Rating: Explicit Warnings: implied drowning (not really tho), slight smut? (also not really tho, it's just a strawberry...)

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Suddenly, with a lot of clattering pearls were rolling all around you – hadn’t dog lady been wearing several pearl necklaces? You carefully watched your step as the shimmering beads rolled around your feet.

Astarion stopped and bowed down while he gave a whistle and grabbed one of the shiny spheres. “Such a waste”, he whispered and clicked his tongue, shaking his head.

All around people gave exclamations of shock – one, because the fight that had broken out behind you seemed to be vicious judging by the continued sounds and two, because the many pearls had some people already stumbling and falling – not everyone had the same graceful step as you and the rogue.

You couldn’t help but starting to giggle. “Thank you, Astarion”, you whispered to him as the vampire turned the pearl around in his long fingers.

“Oh, for what, my love, defending your- our honour? I fear we didn’t have much of that to begin with, let us be frank with each other.” He sighed dramatically. But then he gave you a genuine concerned look and you saw that rage had started to rise up again in him. “But no one talks to my soulmate like this. I would have ripped their throats out had we not been in public”, he growled still staring at the pearl in his fingers. You could see the tension in this tiny gesture.

For a moment he seemed lost to his furious feelings. Only as you softly touched his arm did he snap out of it.

Astarion closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them again, he looked directly at you again, his expression back to his usual smug and playful mood.

“But now you’ve experienced firsthand, my heart, how easily” – he quickly twisted the pearl in his fingers – “manners and social standing can disappear and mean nothing.” He opened his fingers again – the pearl had disappeared.

“Some people are vermin and will only ever be vermin no matter how many complicated words they use or how much gold they have dangling around their neck”, Astarion said with a snarl. “And then there are people that will always shine brightly, no matter what might be hurled at them”, he continued and lifted his hand to gently hook his thumb on your chin. You saw the warmth and the pride as you looked into his ruby eyes and felt your cheeks warm once more.

But what was that thing he had just did with the pearl?

“Was that a magic trick, Astarion? Gale would be so proud.” You grinned at your vampire. His face immediately dropped.

“Trust Tav to immediately ruin a romantic moment”, he sighed as if you were an indeed hopeless case. “Don’t make me regret I showed you”, he responded and softly shook your face with his hand that was still gently holding your chin.

You giggled and stood on your tiptoes to reach him for a kiss even though he moved away his face with a mockingly annoyed face – but he gave in in the end.

“Now, shall we explore the rest of this mansion and party? At least until they all finished clambering over each other trying to grab the pearls?”, Astarion proposed after your kiss. You nodded before he grabbed your hand and you made your way back indoors and straight towards the doors leading away from the ballroom.

“I’m certain this is only the most civilised layer of this grand event”, your partner said to you as he led you through the room. He threw you a glance with a promising sparkle in his eyes. But you found yourself making a painful face at him.

“If this is the most civilised how much worse can it possibly get?”, you asked him and scrunched up your nose.

“Oh my sweet Tav, have our adventures taught you nothing?”, the vampire teased. Your mouth pressed into a line – you didn’t even honour his mockery with a response.

“You’d be surprised, my love”, Astarion cheerfully went on when you kept silent, “of how quick people lose all their dignity when they have the money to pay for their morally rotten desires.”

You softly hummed in agreement as you passed the huge double doors and left the ballroom.

The room you entered was just as tall and dimly lit. A huge pyramid of crystal glasses filled with champagne dominated the middle of the room. Here, more people stood around and talked but the atmosphere was immediately more intimate than in the huge ballroom.

It was also considerably quieter which probably meant that magic had been worked to keep some of the noise from the rest of the party out of this room. Nothing else really was remarkable about it though, except that in the corners were one or two couples that also must feel that it felt more intimate in here. Astarion saw you noticing that and immediately wiggled his eyebrows at you before his eyes fell on the giant crystal peak dominating the room.

You were already looking ahead to go to the next room, but Astarion stood stock-still next to you, staring at the glittering tower of glasses. A mischievous light shone in his eyes.

“Don’t even think about it, Astarion”, you scolded him and grabbed him by the sleeve of his doublet.

“What?”, the rogue replied and pouted at you. “I wasn’t going to do anything, love.”

You simply shook your head and dragged Astarion to the next room. And for extra safety made an extra big circle around the giant stack of glasses. “Spoilsport”, the vampire whispered sulkily under his breath as you entered the next room.

Seemingly, you were still in the gourmet area: here an enormous buffet was presented. Long tables with snow-white tablecloths were topped with platters and trays of delicacies of which you were sure you couldn’t even name a third and decorated with candelabra and vases full of flowers.

Lots of people were walking around the long tables, elegantly putting tiny portions on their tiny plates and eating tiny bites while shamefully covering their tiny mouths while chewing. Some though had huge piles of food on their small plates and basically just tipped whatever was on there into their open mouths. You were somehow appalled by both – as was Astarion, judging by the downturned corners of his mouths when you looked at him.

You were delighted though at the opportunity to eat something– you surely could feel the champagne starting to have an effect on you. So you walked over to the table closest to you and grabbed a small plate.

You walked along the platters, looking at pies, canapés, meats, vegetables – and were hopelessly lost. You indeed had no idea what most of these dishes were. Looking for help you threw a look at Astarion that you hoped would convey your cluelessness. And he didn’t miss a beat.

With a hand on your back for moral support he called out all the dishes and delicacies and gave his recommendations on what you might like and what better to leave sitting. You piled up your plate with what you felt like was a good compromise between the two portion sizes dominating the room and ate. Even Astarion grabbed a plate and eclectically chose a few certain things to try.

Of course, everything was delightfully tasty. Even the picky vampire seemed impressed and even motivated you to try some of the riskier stuff – involving some slimy and awful tasting seafood and some meats you were sure should actually by really anyone. But you still enjoyed the opportunity to try new things – and even Astarion’s laughter when you almost gagged after trying something especially vile. (You were sure he’d exactly pushed you to try it for this exact reaction – payback for that one time you had dared him to eat something utterly spicy without warning him.)

Afterwards you went back to grab some of the stuff you had already deemed delicious. You happily munched and chatted with Astarion until you saw the giant chocolate fountain in the far corner of the room. Surely this had to be fuelled by magic. It seemed like from the top corner of the room a true chocolate spring had originated, the streams of the sweet treat dripping down several levels as if it were a very slow – and sugary – waterfall seemingly dripping into nothingness before it hit the floor.

Servants handed out chocolate covered fruits and desserts to the guests while delicious goodness slowly streamed behind them. Your jaw dropped as the thought of just holding your open mouth underneath the chocolatey stream crossed your mind.

And Astarion must have seen the exact thought on your face as he looked at what you were staring at. “Don’t even think about it, darling!”, he mockingly repeated the words you had only spoken a few minutes ago and moved his head sassily.

You grinned at him. “What?”, you played along with his charades. “I was only about to get some dessert!”

“Then do that but leave some room for more dessert later, eh?”, Astarion replied quickly enough while already guiding you to the chocolate spring and you were once again flustered by how easy this man pulled out lewd comments.

You grabbed a bowl full of chocolate covered strawberries and tried one. Your eyes almost rolled back in delight by how sweet and tasty they were.

“Care to share, my sweet? This must be good if you make that face”, Astarion commented, tongue in cheek and eyes half-lidded. Ah yes, he was also very good at making seemingly innocent things not so innocent anymore.

You held up a strawberry for him to try. He grabbed your hand holding the fruit firmly and very slowly leaned in close to you while not breaking eye contact with you and – of course – licking his lips before taking a bite. Then he bit into it, taking his sweet time while letting his thumb wander over your hand, involuntarily making you gasp. You immediately felt electrified.

Astarion licked up the red juice from the strawberry and the chocolate from his lips and teeth, showing his fangs as he unwaveringly kept looking in your eyes and holding your hand.

“So sweet, my dear darling, almost as sweet as you”, he whispered hauntingly while you felt drips from the delicious fruit run over your fingers and hand and waves of arousal ran through your body.

Then he leaned in again, taking the rest of the strawberry out of your hand, his soft lips closing around your fingers, sucking for a short moment and his tongue flicking over your fingers. Astarion’s sparkling ruby eyes were still on you, patiently observing your reaction, one eyebrow twitching playfully.

Your lips parted slightly and your eyes widened as the vampire then lifted your hand up farther and just licked the remaining strawberry juice off the palm of your hand, his fingers steadily around your wrist.

“Gods, Astarion, love making you eat out of the palm of my hand, but you got to stop making everything so sensual!”, you whisper-screamed at him when he finished the job by sucking up a speck of chocolate from the top of your index finger. You stared at him in silent panic – desperate to not find out how far he would make you go in this very public space if he kept going.

But Astarion simply pressed a kiss to the palm of your hand before he finally let go with a wink and a smirk: “That’s what you get for not letting me have some fun with the mountain of crystal glasses.”

“We’re in public!”, you replied and whacked his arm. He simply laughed, shrugged and stole another strawberry from your bowl with roguish quickness.

“Hey!”, you exclaimed and turned away from him to put your fruity treasure out of his reach. He grabbed you by the waist then and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek from behind. “Alright, I leave the rest of the sweets for my sweet”, he chuckled and then put a hand on your back again to make you start walking again.

“As for the rest: I’m not going to apologise to make you flustered in public – it’s too much of a delight to see your cheeks blush when you think of something naughty, my love”, he whispered into your pointy ear and you tried to elbow him. But the vampire just laughed again and elegantly moved over to your other side. “And smell it too.” You tried with your other elbow but he was again way too quick and only laughed when you threw him some lustrous insults for his cheeky behaviour.

You kept snacking on your dessert as you explored more of the mansion and the party. Many rooms were just filled with people talking – the rooms merely only discernible by other colours and themes: forest green with paintings and statues of nymphs and other mythical creatures of the wild, red and gold underlined with motives of embracing lovers and tasteful depictions of naked bodies, lavender being represented with lots of floral patterns - and as you noticed – depictions of highly poisonous flowers and plants.

A blue room, filled with artworks of sea creatures and merfolk then gave you both the feeling of being in the deep sea all of a sudden. Doors were leading outside again, opening up to what you could only describe as a round open-air grotto. It was lined with columns forming an arcade around the small space despite most of the walls looking like an island cave had sprouted from the ground right there. Under the arcs of the columns springs and shallow pools were placed and everything was decorated with statues and shells and fountains.

The two of you walked over to the glass doors thrown open to the outside and watched the spectacle there that had attracted quite a huge group of partygoers.

Lots of guests were pressed into the small outside space, some standing, many sitting on the edges of the pools and springs. And in the middle under the biggest arc a huge rock was placed in the midst of the basin. On top of it sat what you immediately thought must be a siren. She was incredibly beautiful, shiny black hair was covering up her naked upper body and her long, scaled tail was lazily draped over the rock, the end of it hanging in the shallow water. The silver moonlight reflected off her oily long hair and the shiny scales on her lower body.

She was singing – of course she was. Her hauntingly beautiful face filled with sorrow as her pitch-black eyes seemed miles away and her ballad filled the space with her longing and yearning song. Her hands slowly combing through her slick hair with her fingers or reaching out to grab something that wasn’t there then shying back when realising.  The forked fin of the siren seemingly absent-mindedly kept splashing the closest on-lookers.

Around her basin some people had already crept closer, eyes wide and mouths open, completely enthralled by her voice. Parts of skirts and several hands were already dipping into the water as the audience was bewitched by her performance. A sturdy dwarf was on his hands and knees crawling closer, his expression mindless as he got his trousers and doublet wet.

You felt the draw of the enchantment she was weaving. A feeling of intense grief and longing overcame you and made your chest hurt. Tears welled up in your eyes and when you looked over to Astarion you saw his eyes also seemed dangerously wet. But his tone was flat while he looked over the spectators that kept closing in on the creature and it’s deadly lure and whispered: “Like critters getting caught by a glue trap.”

At least your elven heritage meant you had more resistance to the pull of her song than most of her audience. The two of you kept watching the performance but you found yourself sucking your cheek in and biting into it – a reminder that you were here and not there. Not in this unearthly and dark place the siren kept singing about.

You grabbed Astarion’s hand and dragged on it as a new feeling of uneasiness settled in your stomach. The remainder of strawberries suddenly tasted sour in your mouth.

Astarion wrapped an arm around your shoulder and affectionately rubbed your arm, throwing you worried glances. You quickly went on to other parts of the mansion as you found yourself hoping that the pools weren’t deep enough to drown in or at least that the bewitched spectators wouldn’t lose more than their dignity and maybe some of their gold.

Tags: @aurasyn @margoteve @usuallyunlikelyfox @hollowmasque @worryknotdear

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[beanghostprincess]

I saw the strawhats chronic pain asks and had a moment of CROSS GUILD CHRONIC PAIN-

Crocodile is an amputee. Like. Canonically. Phantom pains.

Mihawk has HELLA light sensitivity vibes ((I Gift him,,,,, my migraines))

And Buggy? Oh my favorite little punching bag, I bet the spatial awareness necessary for his DF must he OFF THE CHARTS, not to mention bomb making, harmful chemicals, etc, I feel it in my bones that he has an autoimmune disorder of some kind and also migraines bc the highest flattery I can give is projection.

Ignore this if you wanna, t'was just a Thought, love your blog, Bean!!!!!! ♡♡♡♡♡♡

YAY CROSS GUILD ASK I AM IN SUCH A CROSS GUILD MOOD LATELY YESYESYESYES!!!!!!!! And I'm making this romantic because if I don't make cross guild gay I might die. Thank you.

Okay, so what I'm hearing here is that they keep their lights real low on their shared tent, and whenever they have meetings: At the start of their business relationship, they're still learning how to get used to being together. Buggy is used to stage lights but only for a while and he doesn't want these two to know another weak spot of him (also the pain around his whole body is killing him sometimes), so he tries to deal with the migraines and being uncomfortable because he knows that complaining will only lead to these two using him as a punching bag. But lucky for him, Mihawk does mention one day that he hates brightness (because edgy vampire can't say 'my head fucking hurts' like a functional human) and so he says something about candles. Buggy is afraid they might set the tent on fire but he prefers this over the headaches. Crocodile doesn't give a fuck about this, honestly. Then, they start growing closer and y'know, I'll just skip to them dating- They're dating. They share a tent there at Karai Bari. And now it's something to do instinctively? Like they just keep the lights low or light up some candles and they just live like that. Whenever they're on a ship they do this too.

Following what I just said, they're affectionate but like, in a weird way. Because, y'know, look at them. Buggy ends up crying and complaining about his headaches and also when his body won't stop hurting. He's a drama queen, of course, a diva. He lives flashily. Cries flashily, too. He always curls up beside Crocodile so the big big comfy man can provide him some comfort and warmth and pats on the head or something. Crocodile just runs his hook through his hair softly and lets him be annoying for a while until he falls asleep on top of him. If he has to do something he just??? Won't do it??? He's a pirate but he isn't a fucking monster. One day Mihawk catches them and they share that look of understanding that only cat owners understand, because God (Nika is the only one I believe in, something something amen) is watching and if you dare to move when a cat's in your lap, you go instantly to hell. On the other hand, when Buggy cries and Mihawk is the one around, he gives him some painkillers and turns off the lights completely to then read Buggy one of his books. He does this without saying a word and the first time this weird, silent sign of affection happens, Buggy is speechless. And also, yes, Mihawk can read in the dark perfectly well because he's a cat. He sees in the dark. I even think Buggy can see his gold eyes staring at him. They're like the headlights of a car. Oh, and Mihawk deals with his migraines in perfect silence but when it's a bad day he gets into a very irritable and irascible mood. Most people would be complaining about it but at least this way he's more talkative? Somehow? He's a bitch to Buggy for a while and then they just talk shit about other people together while Crocodile makes a comment like "If you're well enough to complain, you're well enough to continue worki-" and it's, like, the and only time Buggy instinctively throws a pillow at him to shut him up. Never again, though. Scary mafioso-looking boyfriend.

Now that we're talking about Crocodile, the phantom pains: They stress the fuck out of him. They're painful and uncomfortable and he wants to strangle somebody. On a good day, that somebody isn't Buggy. And on a bad day, Buggy really tries to be the sweetest fucking thing on earth by making everything comfortable for him and disappearing right away. Maybe he starts an argument with Mihawk for something stupid but they make up later, it's fine. But, you know what? Sometimes he needs comfort and somebody to distract him too, so one day (when Buggy is about to disappear for hours so he doesn't end up suffering the consequences of staying too long with him) he tells Buggy to stay. The clown is frightened, but he does what he's told and- And it's surprisingly sweet? Crocodile just tells him to talk to him. Explain something. Anything. Complain about the fucking weather or tell a joke. Anything. And Buggy is genuinely surprised but ends up either talking shit about people or telling him anecdotes or just reading him the paper. And Crocodile seems to like it??? A surprise for both, really, but the man actually likes having the clown around because it is working really well as a distraction and when Buggy is not being annoying Crocodile realizes why he loves him. He loves him when he's annoying too, though, he bullies him out of love. Sometimes he just tells Buggy to come sit on his lap and stay there and Crocodile is still in pain but somehow being with the clown makes him feel better. Mihawk tries to be comforting on these days too but it's more of a "you ought to rest, otherwise you'll be irritable all afternoon and you cannot keep frightening the subordinates" type of silent care than anything.

Also, I want to add Crocodile almost murdering a man one day because they were doing business with him on his ship and he had a lot of lights on (when he was asked not to) and both Mihawk and Buggy were visibly uncomfortable the second they entered the room. I love protective Crocodile. He looks like he'd just murder men without any remorse for talking shit about the other two. I like it.

#i would apologize and say i focused more on the romance than on the headcanon but #have you considered that i had a lot of fun writing this and that they're in love #i am a very intense cross guild shipper i know it doesn't seem like it bc i barely post about them but i am #also really great headcanons about their chronic pain that i will never forget #one piece #dracule mihawk #buggy the clown #sir crocodile #cross guild

[onlyyvette]

TF NSFW Headcanons #1 - Prowl

Warnings: sub/bottom Prowl + other various cybertronians + free use + implied public sex + manhandling/groping kink + heavy size kink + heavy degradation + rough sex + exhibitionism + very detailed description of a robot that transforms into a police car

A/N: This might seem ooc, but I headcanon Prowl to be an absolute freak in the sheets and is the main reason why I say fuck the cops

Also, yay, first fic in the series!!!

-> Frame Prowl has a gorgeous frame. Prowl may be cold-constructed, but Primus must have blessed him himself. Maybe it's the Praxian in him, but his frame is absolutely sinful, his huge bumper bouncing every step he makes, his headlights gleaming. His small waist widens out to strong hips, his thigh nicely shaped. Prowl's door wings flutter involuntarily nearly all the time when he's agitated, making it a little hard for his crewmates to not stare at them.

Prowl's valve and spike are standard size for his frame. He actually modded his spike to be more plain and uninteresting to really bring attention to his valve. Despite his valve being of normal size, it's fucking mesmerizing. his valve lips are a dark gray, with small lines of blue biolights. His node is a dark red color, and is a bit oversized. Prowl has a piercing valve, a gold bar going through his node. Whenever he's feeling risky, he wears his valve lip piercings and gets off to the feeling his panel grinding them into his valve when he's sitting down. The only modding he's done on his valve was to make his valve callipers tighten much more than needed whenever a mech first enters, causing them to have to ram their spike into Prowl's valve so it'll open up. And of course, Prowl overloads from the rough treatment.

-> Free-Use Prowl is notorious for being an uptight and cold mech, and he knows it. It even turns him on more knowing that multiple mechs could never imagine the Prowl loves to be treated as shareware . His favorite fantasy is of back when the war was still active, and the autobots were beginning to lose terribly to the decepticons. To boost morale, Prowl would offer himself up for a program; A free interface program where whenever an autobot would want to blow off some steam, Prowl would offer his valve up anonymously for that mech to use to their pleasure. He self services to the idea of every mech lining up to get a taste of his tight valve, imagining how they would be caught off guard by the feeling of his valve rings and how damn tight he is. No one will know that it was Prowl's valve they were fragging but the idea of them finding out makes him shiver. Thinking of them discreetly slapping his aft as he walks past them, asking Prowl if he's willing to frag again...

-> Groping/Manhandling Prowl knows his body is hot, and he knows everyone around him knows too. He loves when his partners hands roam all over his body, groping his bumper, especially his headlights. He lets out low, sultry moans as he's fondled in every visible part of his body and lets out high pitched whines when his partners find small bundles of wiring under his plating and pull on them. Whenever he self-services, Prowl loves to watch himself in the mirror as his servos roam around his body, rubbing his bumper hood, groping his headlights as his servos go lower to his array. Watching himself tug on the piercings in his valve, especially the bar piercing his node while his other servo traces circles onto his headlight turns him on so much that he can sometimes lose himself in the sensations, his eyes glazing over as he fondles himself and brings himself closer and closer to his overload.

-> Size Kink Prowl is alright with taking a spike his size, but he loves heavy trucks or tanks because of how easily they ruin his insides. Prowl wants to feel the spike in him rub all the nodes in his valve, to take up all the space there is so that he can feel so full. The feeling makes him feel so giddy that he struggles to keep himself from drooling and giggling a bit once such a huge spike is fully seated inside of him. Once that spike begins to move, good luck trying to keep Prowl quiet because he can get a little empty in the processor when a huge spike is ramming his insides, causing him to care less about his surroundings.

-> Heavy Degradation Prowl absolutely loves to be have degrading and humiliating words thrown at him. He especially loves when his partners humiliate him about the filthy things he enjoys during interface. "This spike of yours is useless. Good thing you're only made to take a good spiking like a good piece of shareware," "I bet you don't care whether you get transfluid in your intake or your valve since it doesn't matter for a spike-hungry slut like you," "Is it really this easy it is to frag you Commander Prowl? It's a surprise your valve isn't all sloppy and loose all the time." All these harsh words will easily have Prowl overloading so hard as the insults keep echoing in his processor, reminding Prowl of how much of a desperate whore he is.

-> Rough Sex Considering all the other kinks that are on the list, it's no surprise that Prowl loves a rough fragging. He doesn't really enjoy slow and gentle interfacing with his partners, it's something he would only enjoy with a dedicated lover. He prefers his partners to be rough though, for them to bite him, spanking his aft or valve, choke him, almost anything is on the table. His doorwings are no exception. Grabbing them will have Prowl whimpering and like putty in his partner's hands. When it comes to Prowl's piercings, he'll be pouting if his partner didn't touch them. Rubbing relentlessly at Prowl's node while pressing down on his piercing or tugging on the rings piercing his valve while eating him out brings him his overload so quickly as he begs you to be even rougher. And the feeling of his partner grabbing him by the helm, pushing it down onto a table while they bully his legs open? It might make him reconsider flipping tables if this is what they could be used for.

#vetty's fics. ✿ #vetty's thirsts. ✿ #vetty's works. ✿ #yvette's works. ✿ #transformers #transformers prowl #transformers idw #maccadams #transformers g1 #transformers smut #valveplug

[zzzzzestforlife]

working student's survival guide for life 👩‍💻💻📱

also my phone's colors are a little happier today, yay! 🌷

everyone tells you how to launch and advance within your career, but i haven't found a lot of advice about surviving the day to day that has actually consistently worked for me. so here are some tips and tricks i learned the hard way. none of them are a magic pill, but i hope it helps even a little bit ☺️ these are also not really limited to being a working student, adulting can be a pretty universal struggle 🙈

talk to a friend — preferably a friend who shares common hobbies rather than a shared career, location, etc. you don't have to be picky by any means!! i talk to friends who are in the same career, school, etc. all the time! i've just found that when i talk to friends who share hobbies, it eliminates stress so much more effectively because the topics tend to center around our shared hobby and i've never found out later that there was an ulterior motive for the friendship because it's all just for fun!

take lots of breaks — don't worry about appearing unproductive because your work will speak for itself. i used to have my butt pretty much glued to my chair from 9-5 and most days even beyond. now, i take breaks to exercise, read a fun book, complete my studies, sometimes even take a nap, and i get the same amount of work done!! of course, knowledge plays an important role and for a time, putting in those extra hours may even be necessary, but it should definitely not be treated as the gold standard!

get a hobby — this is closely tied to the first point, and no, watching TV doesn't count (unless you actively participate in the fandom by creating fanfic, gifs, etc.). it can be hard to find something that sticks. it can also be hard to accept that this is something fun that you can suck at. but don't give up!! try many things! try things you've already tried! and for the love of all good things, do not turn your hobbies into a side hustle!! (unless you also commit to having new hobbies outside of those)

you've probably already heard at least some of this before, in which case, consider this a friendly reminder — you got this! 💕

more survival guides: done is better than perfect, the best night routines start in the morning, organize your life like an engineer, high-energy productivity checklist, tech girlie tips, take control of your life, on doing your best

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[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

Yay your asks are open

Can I please get headcanons with Fuegoleon, William, and nozel with an s/o who sings beautifully and sings them a soft lullaby as he lays his head on their lap when he has a headache from overworking?

Yes they are!! ^^

Oh this was so cute that I just had to jump on it, and... I got a bit carried away ^^' Whoops. But I do hope that you like these ^^

Pairings: Fuegoleon x gn!reader, William x gn!reader, Nozel x gn!reader

Genre: Fluff

Fanfic type: Oneshots

Warnings: None

Total length: ~2.6k

Fuegoleon

Dusk was beginning to peek from behind the horizon and with it, just behind the treeline, you could see a veil of orange, red and gold, almost as if the warmth of your home was reflected in the world that opened before you from the window. Though, at times, you mused to yourself that it was only fitting to see such sunsets from the Crimson Lion Kings’ living quarters. It was a mere thought that tugged the corner of your lips up for a short while, in passing, whenever it occurred. But just as a summer breeze, in was soon swept away.

The door behind you opened, which made you turn around, only to see your husband return much earlier than anticipated. Not that you complained, oh no. In fact, it was much better this way, that he came home early every once in a while to get some rest.

But, just as soon as he stepped through the door, your expression turned into a frown, as the gentle loving smile you had grown to know, wasn’t there. Instead, he was pinching the bridge of his nose, and his head hung low; as low as it might hang when speaking about the king among lions.

His hair draped over his shoulders, and his cape was hanging from his left arm as he held it against his body, as if having shed some weight off of his shoulders.

Which in itself, perhaps, shouldn’t have been surprising. If anything, it was a wonder how he could carry the weight of his responsibilities with such elegance and poise to begin with. But, then again, he was special. He was strong and brilliant.

However, now, something was the matter, which is why you needed to ask about it.

“Is everything alright, my love?” You inquired, voice soft and gentle like silk to his ear, as in it there was also a welcome to home.

“Yes,” he replied as a faint smile appeared on his lips while hanging the cape away. “It’s just that… I think the last week has taken a toll on me, as I have a headache.” He admitted. And in the admission there was a hint of a … not quite shame, but perhaps apprehension. Because he knew that he ought to take good care of himself. After all, he was always telling you to get plenty of sleep, and remember to rest, while working ungodly hours himself.

“Then you should rest,” you said, speaking out a fact with a kind, understanding smile. Because you did understand him. You understood his drive, his motivations and wish to be the best version of himself while wanting nothing but the best for his knights and the kingdom. But he shouldn’t do it at the expense of his health.

Which he knew.

“Come one,” you urged with a near whisper while taking his hand and leading him towards the bed, with which he complied.

Of course he complied. Because though he might have had to retire early for the day, because of a headache, and simply not being able to process information, having you there made it all the more sweet; being home. Though, he had to wonder, if it would have felt like being at home in the first place without you being there. Because home was no longer a place for him, it was a person; you.

And as you laid together in bed, him placing his head onto your lap as you sat against the headboard, he could already feel some of the tension and dreariness off his body seeping away from him.

You sank your fingers into his hair and let the silken locks run through your fingers, gentle like a summer stream on a warm evening just washing over his body.

“Would it be easier if I removed my hair tie?” He inquired while looking at you with those eyes that were not quite royal purple and not quite lavender, but something else instead. A combination of silk and velvet that pulled you in time and time again.

“Maybe, if you like this that is,” you smirked, earning a chuckle from him as he lifted himself just enough to take off the hair tie and settle back down, head securely in your lap.

And just like that he closed his eyes, sinking into the sensation of your fingers brushing against his scalp, through the vermillion locks that bore the slightest scent of lavender. His chest rose as he took a deep inhale, and lowered back down with a steady, low, exhale that held the slightest hint of a hum.

With it, you begun humming a tune that had grown to be fond to you. A comforting melody of a lullaby that he had grown to know well too, and yet not quite well enough for his taste. A melody that he had only heard you hum, since you thought it to be, perhaps, strange to be singing a lullaby to him.

“Which song is that?” He thought to ask, this time, as he laid there, concentrating on the feeling of your touch.

“It’s a lullaby,” you answered with the faintest of senses of amusement in your tone.

“Oh,” he uttered, meaning nothing more with it. “Will you sing?”

There was a hint of absurdity in the request, but only a hint, a speck of dust on an open ocean. Because, he loved to listen to you sing.

“You wish to hear?”

He chuckled, only a little, and almost too quietly for you to hear. Almost, but not quite. “I love to hear you sing.”

And with it you, in turn, chuckled under your breath, before breathing in, and beginning to sing: “Golden slumbers kiss your eyes…”

His smile grew wider, more content, softer and more relaxed, as if all the burdens of the world couldn’t reach him anymore.

“Smiles await you when you rise…”

His breathing grew more calm and deep, speaking of how he was supposed to dose off out of exhaustion, the weariness in his bones. But he had more than earned a good rest. So, you sang, and let him drift away as you held him, with a wide, proud, loving smile on your lips.

William

Light cascaded in through the window, painting the entire room in various hues of golden light with the setting sun, as if creating a veil between the world that existed outside and the room itself. A welcomed state of being that allowed one to settle in for the night, for the evening, and to shed the burdens of life behind the bedroom door. Though, sometimes, it was easier than at other times, which was only natural.

And from the way William walked in through the door that evening, told you enough.

It’d be one of the days, when shedding that burden would be harder.

His eyes were down, and his chin was hanging low, but still he tried to give you a faint smile as a greeting.

And yet there was something in his demeanour that spoke of something else, an added sense of trouble.

“How was your day?” You asked with an innocent question as he put his cloak and mask away for the day.

His steps were heavy, nearly dragging. And the exhale, nearly a sigh, was almost defeated.

“Long,” he replied after a brief pause. “And I seem to have gotten a headache too,” he continued, almost as if an afterthought.

“Well… you do have a lot on your mind,” you told, with faint, careful amusement, to which he replied with a quiet chuckle.

“That I do,” he agreed as he sat onto the bed and took off his boots.

“You should rest, for the evening,” your voice was gentle, warm and loving, but beneath the layers there was a hidden sense of insisting. Because that was what he should do. He should rest, and take his mind off of work, for at least a short amount of time.

“I’ll try,” he sounded absent minded. He sounded like he knew that he should, while being simultaneously reluctant to do so, because of the age old dilemma of needing to think about it in order to think of a solution, and that allowing him to do something about it. Only that he had more of a habit of staying in thinking of even a better solution, as he had difficulties, at times, in settling for one.

But that was an observation that you had made, as his spouse, and it would stay as your observation.

“I know something that will make you feel better,” there was a hint of a tease in your tone, as if laced with a delicious smirk that he could hear.

And so, he turned his head, to look over his shoulder with a curious hum.

“Mhm,” you grinned while climbing onto the bed from the other side. “Come here,” you tapped the covers next to you, close to the head of the bed. “I’ll sing for you.”

His eyes fell again, but this time his lips were tugged up into a smile, as if burden was leaving him layer by layer, and relief took its place. “Like my beloved songbird,” he spoke out loud, but it sounded more like something he was thinking. Because you were his precious, beloved songbird; his nickname for you.

“Like your beloved songbird,” you teased as you settled against the head of the bed, and sat with your legs straight in front of you. “Come rest your weary head, and I’ll sing,” you repeated with a smile and a smirk. Something that was a bit of both, but was quite neither.

There was another, inaudible chuckle from him, as he crawled over the sheets to you and placed his head onto your lap.

“Is this alright?” He asked while settling down, because he didn’t want the weight of his head to cause discomfort to you.

“Yes, it’s alright,” you replied while running your fingers through his hair and over his scar. You could still remember the day when he had first shown it to you, and it had been clear from his eyes, his demeanour and the words he had said, that he was terrified to his bones of you leaving him.

But how could you have? He had trusted his insecurities onto you, and he was still as handsome as ever, perhaps even more handsome, because of it.

And now, as those deep purple eyes of his, like amethysts, closed and settled into the sensation of your fingers running over his skin, your smile was as wide as ever. The golden light of the setting sun cascaded onto his complexion as he took a deep breath, and sank further in into the moment.

“Now it’s time to say good night…”

The corner of his mouth tugged further up as the first notes left your lips.

“Good night, sleep tight…”

As if whatever headache would have been there had subsided into thin air with the sound of your voice.

“Now the sun turns out his light…”

And who knows, perhaps, it had.

“Good night, sleep tight…”

But what you did know, was that the man, the person you loved with all your hear, was drifting into sleep right there, in your arms, to the sound of your voice.

Nozel

Most would perhaps have said that the halls of the Silver Eagle base, or their part of the castle, was cold and hollow, as if painted with silver, snow and ice. But, for those who knew better, only one was true. For those walls might have bore the colour of silver here and there, and though you could understand why the cold of winter frost had howled through the halls, once upon a time, to you, here and now, the specks of silver glimmered in the light of the setting sun, and made it seem as if the star sky was right there on earth itself.

And it was there, under that glimmer of silver and light that the door to your bedroom opened, and revealed the frowning face of your beloved.

His eyes were down, and his chin was lowered, which wasn’t an unusual sight per se. Because there was a lot on his plate, and he wore his heart on his sleeve while at home. He didn’t hide his emotions from you.

“Rough day?” You asked with a compassionate smile and a gentle tone that flowed through the air like feathers caught in a breeze.

“It was,” he sighed while putting his cloak away. “All of it gave me a headache.”

“Hmm,” you hummed with a hint of a tease. “Or it was rough because you had a headache?” You suggested, making him glance to you.

“Does it matter?” He quirked on eyebrow.

“It matters if you haven’t remembered to drink enough water and eaten well,” you told him while reaching him.

And he still looked at you, but didn’t say a word. Which told you enough.

Your look told him enough. Because you had had this conversation before, and he assured you that he’d eat and drink and take care of himself. But it was sometimes difficult being in the position that he was.

So, you did also understand him.

“Have you eaten now?” You asked while brushing his hair back with your fingers.

“Yes, I ate right before coming here,” he replied, and there was no lie in his eyes or his tone, so you nodded.

“Then come on, let’s get some rest for that gorgeous head of yours,” you smirked while tugging his hand closer to the bed.

“Just my head?” He asked with tired eyes and a tender smile, and you laughed.

It was a short, and yet loud laugh that left your lungs. Because he didn’t joke often. Only once in a blue moon.

Most would have argued that he didn’t have a ‘fun bone’ in his body, but you knew better. He had a sense of humour too. He just didn’t show it. Because he wasn’t supposed to be funny. He wasn’t supposed to make people laugh.

But it didn’t mean that he wouldn’t have been able to make a joke, when he was comfortable in doing so.

“All of you,” you corrected with a slight laugh while climbing onto the bed and pulling him with you.

The sheets were soft, silken, perhaps far too comfortable, as if a silver cloud floating through the air as you crawled to the headboard and propped yourself against it.

“You can rest your head on my lap,” you told him while patting your thigh and smiling to him.

And again, he said nothing, but instead followed the suggestion and settled his head onto your lap.

His arms wrapped around your body, and his legs tangled together with yours as he closed his eyes, and breathed in your scent as it seemed he was ready to drift off into sleep.

“Somewhere over the rainbow…”

Your ran your fingers through his hair, which was thick and lush; silken much like the bedsheets under you.

“Way up high…”

The rising and falling of his chest grew more and more heavy, tranquil.

“There’s a land that I heard of…”

As if the melody, the sound of your voice was making his worries and troubles melt away and his pain subside like storm clouds.

“Once in a lullaby…”

The word you would have used to describe him in that moment, would have been ‘adorable’, something that one wouldn’t have thought of the dashing captain of the Silver Eagles. But… he was, in fact, adorable. Behind closed doors.

#fuegoleon x reader #fuegoleon vermillion x reader #william x reader #william vangeance x reader #nozel silva x reader #nozel x reader #black clover fanfiction #black clover x reader #black clover oneshots

[incessanttranquility]

Gehenna's First Ever Cook-Off! The Finals! (Part 4)

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LTD!MC : Hello everyone and welcome back to our cook-off! This will be our finals as our contestants will be cooking dinner for our two judges, everyone, brace yourselves as this cook-off gets pretty tense! Who will be the champion of this cook-off? We shall find out as the cook-off begins once again! Starting now!

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Team Solomon :

OM!Solomon : Looks delicious as usual :D *Cooking pot is literally steaming black smoke.*

WHB!Solomon : :o looks appetizing :3

OM!Solomon : Thank you, and now it's done! <D

WHB!Solomon : Yay! :] I'll go get a plate :D

*Dish definitely looks... delicious! Totally doesn't look like a frozen soup but the soup is a black substance with octopus legs and chicken feet sticking out of it!*

OM!Solomon : It looks very nice :D I'll just add a pinch of salt and put it in the oven for 10 minutes :3

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Team Cats and Tea :

*WHB!Satan and OM!Satan is arguing about who will be baking a strawberry pie, Sitri is just doing his own thing, focusing because he wants to win, obviously.*

WHB!Satan : Give me that whisk, NOW.

OM!Satan : There is no fucking way in hell I'm giving this to YOU.

WHB!Satan : As if you can even make a perfect strawberry pie.

OM!Satan : Pfft, hahaha! You're saying that as if you can do that as well, you can't even make a fucking pancake!

WHB!Satan : What the fuck did you just say?!

OM!Satan : I said that you can't even make a fucking pancake, are you fucking deaf or what?!

WHB!Satan : Grr... *crunches teeth as he tackles OM!Satan, they just continue to argue while Sitri just cooks curry, not even giving a shit because all that he cares about is winning, he totally wasn't giving glares at Minhyeok for a moment and then focusing back onto his cooking after that! totally!*

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Team Best friends :

Minhyeok : Hm, seems that the soup is now ready, Ppyong, I'll help you cook the chicken.

Ppyong : Alright, aye!

Minhyeok : There, while we wait for the chicken to cook, we'll make cherry and pumpkin pie, some iced tea would probably go with it as well, I'll think about that later, but for now, let's make cherry pie first.

Ppyong : Sure, aye! :D

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Team Mammon :

OM!Mammon : ...Gold, again..? Really?

WHB!Mammon : Yes, except it's cupcakes and ice cream :D

OM!Mammon : Alright but, uh... can we at least cook somethin' that doesn't involve gold...?

WHB!Mammon : Sure :D

OM!Mammon : Alrighty! I'll cook noodles!

WHB!Mammon : Okay :3

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Team Envy :

OM!Leviathan : ..You've been doing this for 6 hours now...

WHB!Leviathan : *Literally just glaring at him.*

OM!Leviathan : ...I'm making pizza.. can you please at least help...?

WHB!Leviathan : ...Fine.

OM!Leviathan : Finally...

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LTD!MC : Times up! Contestants, please present your dish.

Sitri : Here you go.

LTD!MC : ...Uh, what the hell happened to those two?

Sitri : They kept on arguing, and both of them ended up getting covered in patches.

LTD!MC : ...Oh, uh, well then, let's move on!

WHB!MC : Pretty good honestly, the curry kind of lacks a little flavor but still good.

OM!MC : As for the pumpkin pie, the taste is... something else, at least it isn't on Solomon's level...

LTD!MC : Alright judges, what would you rate this dish?

WHB!MC : We're gonna give it an 8

LTD!MC : Great, that brings to the total of 22. next contestants, please.

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Minhyeok : We both got pretty tired making the pie crust, but it's worth it, here you guys go ^^

WHB!MC : Another full-course meal, I love my wife so much.

OM!MC : My taste buds got cured after tasting Minhyeok's pumpkin pie. *Nom.*

LTD!MC : ...Judges, what would you rate this full-course meal?

WHB!MC : 10, obviously.

LTD!MC : Great, that brings to the total of 25, next contestants please.

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OM!Solomon : Here's our dish :D *Octopus arm is literally sticking out of the soup.*

WHB!MC : I wasn't prepared for this moment.

OM!MC : ... *Faints.*

WHB!MC : Nope, I'm definitely not gonna eat this.

LTD!MC : ...Alright, judges, what would you rate this.. dish..?

WHB!MC : I don't want to make both of them sad so we're gonna give them an 8.

LTD!MC : Alright, that gives them to the total of 16, Next contestants, please. (Note : they got 16 because in part 2, they got an 8 as well, I just forgot to write it because part 3.2 was rushed)

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WHB!Mammon : Here :D

OM!MC : Gold Ice Cream is yummy, honestly. As for the curry, it lacks some flavor, but it's okay.

OM!Mammon : Hell yeah! I knew ya would like my cookin'!

WHB!MC : *Lick lick.* Delicious, would eat again honestly.

LTD!MC : Alright judges, what would you rate this dish?

WHB!MC : A 9/10.

LTD!MC : Great, that brings to the total of 18, last contestants, please present your dish.

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WHB!Leviathan : Here.

OM!MC : Mm, tastes really good honestly, but not Minhyeok level, still, it's good.

WHB!MC : I want another slice. *Nom.*

LTD!MC : Alright judges, what would you rate this dish?

WHB!MC : A 10/10. *Nom.*

LTD!MC : Great! That brings to the total of 19, Team Best friends are the winners!

Ppyong : Uwahhh!!! I'm so so happy!!

Minhyeok : Me too, even though I wasn't expecting this, I'm still happy about this ^^

Sitri : WHY YOU— *Got so mad that he started running up to Minhyeok, Satan followed because he also got jealous.*

Minhyeok : E-eh?! What did I do wrong?! *Starts running away.*

LTD!MC : ...Well then, before our cook-off finishes, let us receive messages from our guests one last time!

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TWST!Yuu : HELL YEAH MINHYEOK WON WOOHOO

Malleus : I'd say that his cooking does look flavorsome and appetizing, Child of Man, would you like me to cook something for you as well?

TWST!Yuu : Awww, sure! Why not?

Malleus : Thank you Child of Man, we'll do it later, I'll walk you to Diasomnia once I ease up.

MM!MC : I knew it, Minhyeok was going to win.

WHB!Beelzebub : The two got way too jealous of him! Hahahaha!

Bael : Now that the cook-off is finished, are you gonna go to work now?

WHB!Beelzebub : Aww man, c'mon now... I still wanna wander around!

Bael : ..You've already left your post for a week now.

WHB!Beelzebub : ...Fine..

LTD!MC : Aaaand that is all for our cook-off! Thanks to the guests for coming here to watch this spectacular Cook-Off! Who knows? Maybe we'll host another one? But once again, thank you everyone for enjoying our Cook-off! I am your host, and goodbye! See y'all soon!

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Note : WOOHOO I AM FINALLY FINISHED BABY, I might make another one but with the Tartaros demons, so stay tuned :3 It won't be posted here though, It'll be posted on my account @luochaarchivist because I'm abandoning this account, just go follow me there if y'all want to :3

Anyways gonna go tag moot @takitafulily

#prettybusy what in “hell” is bad? #what in hell is bad #disney twisted wonderland #mc obey me #obey me mc #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #twisted wonderland #twst yuu #what in hell is bad satan #what in “hell” is bad? mammon #what in “hell” is bad? #whb beelzebub #whb minhyeok #mystic messenger mc #lovetodo mc #lovetodo #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me mammon #mammon obey me #whb ppyong #whb sitri #whb satan #whb mammon #whb leviathan #whb mc #whb #twisted wonderland malleus #twst

[marvel-starwarsfangirl]

Episode 9 "The Harbinger" Review

Ah Jennifer, Jennifer, Jennifer... you love to watch us get all worked up don't you? But in all seriousness, I really enjoyed this episode. It's so beautifully animated and scored. I need the Kiners to drop the OST asap because man was the music stunning. (This episode also further proves that Echo clearly was the braincell of the group and I'm cackling).

As always, spoilers below:

BEHOLD! THE RETURN OF OUR QUEEN VENTRESS! I loved how she was utilized. I was surprised to see her actually be there on Pabu, but it makes sense since Fennec told her to find them. However, I am wondering how she did find Pabu. My guess is that Ventress was given Hunter's photo and meditated with it until she felt his presence... somewhere. Or she knew a guy who knew a guy who knew Phee. Everything from Ventress' design to voice acting was perfection. The animators really popped off with her Dark Disciple look. But, how did she survive? Nightsister magic? There's probably some explanation, but it'll be left ambiguous for reasons.

Her relationship with Omega was very well done. She's changed so much since her first appearance in CW. I liked the balance between her ability to still kick butt while also being a good person at heart as shown with Omega. She doesn't kill the Batch even though they got defensive (and I understand why they did). The scene where she calms the giant kraken-like creature was so so good. It's a nice way of showing how Ventress has found the light with the Force. Her line about being on a side of her own was also good and pretty much sums up her character perfectly. She's neither dark nor light, she's just right.

It's also obvious from the title that she's the harbinger. Harbingers are people that herald the approach of someone or danger. For the Batch, she's a harbinger of doom. That doesn't mean she herself brings the danger, but she tells them that their time is up. Repeatedly, she tells the Batch that they aren't safe even on Pabu. Which means that Pabu is gonna go down next week *cue sad yaying*. Even the lighting this episode signified doom. Pabu is shrouded in fog and the only light we see is from a sunset, indicating the end of the Batch's peace and safety.

Speaking of the Batch, they really do share one braincell and even then, it's usually with Echo. It's so awesome to see them work together again in combat. And we got to hear their theme again!! It was so triumphant and such a great moment! I know we'll hear it again, but this was such a good moment. I love that most of their moments were them just watching out for Omega. I know we all joke about the Jango Fett Mandalorian dad genes, but it's so true. Hunter, Wrecker, and Crosshair love their sister so much. Every time Cross was like "we're not handing her over," I got excited. Omega aside, the smaller moments like Wrecker teasing Crosshair or Wrecker mimicking his brothers were gold.

My favorite moment with the three was when Crosshair threw Hunter and Wrecker's weapons to them. The music went hard and the camaraderie between them is so heartfelt. These brothers will always have each others' backs. (Also, this is the first time we hear Cross call Tech by his name. Tech is still with them, even if it's in their hearts).

And of course there's our sweet bean, Omega. Next week will definitely be about her conflicted over the possibility of being Force Sensitive. It breaks my heart to see her so lost and confused. The Batch can try and help, but they're so out of their depth. I honestly think Omega will go back to Tantiss simply to see if she is capable of using the Force. There are so many questions about her identity. Why was she created? Why is she so important? I know a lot of people now think that she will off with Ventress in the finale if we do get a confirmation that she is force sensitive. Honestly, I hope she stays with her brothers. If they kill the Batch off, then I can see the Ventress end working, but I really hope that's not the case.

I wonder how the Empire will find Pabu. They could get really lucky, find a bounty hunter to track them, or even have a brainwashed Tech. I know the theory about Cross having a tracker or something was popular, but if that was true, then the Empire would've already descended upon them. Maybe Palpatine finds them through the Force; that I would believe. Either way, it will be very angsty and Pabu is doomed. But what do you guys think?

Anyways, that's all I have for now. Let's all prepare mentally for next week. Our little family is gonna need all the therapy and support they can get.

#star wars #the bad batch #tbb crosshair #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #tbb omega #asajj ventress #tbb spoilers

[godxamalya]

Meet Mangos wife, Sandy Yellow! Sandy for short. Head canon… context- uh-.. thingy: Sandy met Mango in college along with Copper Rust, (Corn-Dog-Guy. Friends call him Rusty,) and after a while they realized they had feelings for each other. Sandy confessed first since Mango didn’t want to take the risk of ruining their friendship. They were a happy couple for a while, with Rusty being a third-wheel, until Mango finally mustered up the courage to propose to Sandy. Of course, she said yes. And they got married. (Yay!)

Years later they wanted a baby, and that’s when Goldie came into the picture. In a sad twist of fate, Gold came into the world the same day Sandy left it. Mango knew Sandy would want him to move on and care for their son, so that’s what he did. Mango tried to be the best dad ever and protect Gold, just like Sandy would’ve wanted. (Another reason he didn’t take Gold’s death well at all.)

Here’s some other stuff-

Mango was also very protective of Sandy and always very careful/watchful around other males when with her. (Except Rusty hehe.)

#alan becker #avm #ava #animator vs animation #animation vs minecraft #stickman #stick figure #avm king mango #avm king orange #avm mango #avm mt #How do I tag Rusty- #Ava corn dog guy #Sandy Yellow #Mango’s wife #mango tango

[violettduchess]

hii violett!!! yay october is hereee 🎃

and i’m here to put in a request for leon + superhero + fluff for your ikepri halloween costume challenge (please)

thank you 🦁💕

A/N: Alright my sweet Leon lover. I promised you I was handling your request first and here it is 💜@leonscape I hope you like it and I hope you remember how very much I like you!

Any Pride and Prejudice fans, this one is also for you!

Leon x Reader, fluff

WC: 1.1 k

Tonight is one of the last warm nights before autumn rises to claim control over the land. You’re snuggled up in bed, sipping a cup of chamomile and lemongrass tea, reading “Pride and Prejudice” for the hundredth time when a news notification pops up at the top of your tablet.

“Disaster averted, sinking boat mysteriously ends up on beach rather than the bottom of the ocean!”

A smile slowly lifts the corners of your mouth, not because of the lives saved, although of course that is certainly good news, but because you know the reason behind the mystery.

As if on cue, you hear the bedroom door of the penthouse open. Setting your tablet aside, you push yourself up in bed, glancing at the clock. Almost midnight. Later than you thought. Leon approaches the bed and you’re hit with the salty scent of sea water as he leans down, dropping a kiss to your forehead but otherwise keeping his distance.

“I need a quick shower,” he murmurs, a sheepish smile on his handsome face. His hair is still damp but his clothing, the black tank top and leggings he wears under his red and gold super suit are dry thanks to the suit's waterproofing.

“Did this suit survive or am I going to have to face Sariel’s wrath and ask for another one?”

Leon grins as he crosses his arms to grab the hem of his tank top before lifting it over his head, giving you a completely unimpeded view of a most impressive set of muscles.

“No worries, my love. I managed not to damage this one.”

He disappears into the bathroom and a moment later you hear the sound of running water. Leaning back, you reach for your tablet and tap open Comms.

The screen is blank for several seconds and then Sariel’s serious face appears. It may be late, but you know for a fact he is still up. The little green dot next to his name is rarely gone.

“He made it back. And the suit survived too.”

The Rhodolite Protection League’s manager nods and you note the way his shoulders drop a little as tension quietly unwraps itself from his body. Whenever any of the brothers go out, Sariel is always on edge until they return.

“He did a good job with the ship.” You notice the way his violet eyes dart away from the video, clearly looking at another screen, even as he speaks.

“Anyone else out tonight?”

He nods. “Licht is dealing with a case of animal abuse down at the racetrack. Jin and Nokto are intercepting a kidnapped heiress.”

"Of course they are."

But you also know that this means Sariel won’t be sleeping tonight. Not until all of his boys are safely home. A wave of sympathy washes through you.

“I won’t keep you then. See you at the meeting Sunday.”

He nods again, distractedly, and the video cuts out as you tap the chat window away.

A moment later, the bathroom door swings open and Leon walks in back into the bedroom, a towel slung around his hips, another in his hands as he dries the chaos of brown hair on his head.

“You reach him?”

Again the tablet is abandoned on the nightstand as you get up, walking over to him. There’s enough light pouring into the bedroom from the open bathroom door that you can now take a good look at him. He knows this routine, knows how important it is for you to make sure he is ok with your own eyes, and he remains very still, a patient smile on his face as you slowly walk around him like a patron inspecting a new car. Your gaze runs over his body, looking for injuries he may be too stubborn to tell you about, making sure that he isn’t hiding any pain. Because he does that, this man that you love. He will do whatever it takes to keep worry off the shoulders of those he cares about, even if it means he is forced to carry it alone.

“And, love? Do I pass inspection?”

You stop when you are facing him, looking up into those eyes of liquid sunshine. Your heart aches with love, every beat of it filling you with warm rays of tender affection as you reach up, trailing your palms over the smooth skin of his bare shoulders, down the muscled length of his arms.

“With flying colors, darling.”

His smile is the center of your universe, the glowing moon in your night sky.

He leans down, placing a gentle kiss to your lips, lingering there as he fully allows the moment to settle over him. The feel of your mouth against his, the scent of rosewater from your hair, the quiet of your shared bedroom.

It's moments like that keep him going, that provide the foundation of strength he needs for everything he does. You are as much the hero as he is. Your super power is loving him with endless devotion, unwavering passion and compassion as infinite as the heavens themselves.

Dropping both towels to the floor (and leaving them there til morning, a test of your boundless patience), he takes your hand and pulls you towards the bed. Once there, you settle back against the multitude of plush pillows and Leon slides under the covers and then over towards you, laying his head down against your chest. His arm wraps around you as he breathes out, holding you close.

Listening to your heartbeat calms him, especially after a mission. You run your fingers through his hair, now damp from the shower and smelling of his black walnut and cedar shampoo.

“Read to me?” His voice is a soft lull, already settling into the stillness of the hour, the protective cocoon of your togetherness. It flows through him like the gentle lapping of ocean waves on a star-filled summer night.

Your body curls down towards him so you can place a fond kiss right at his temple, his hair tickling your skin. Then you reach for your tablet with your free hand, flicking back to Jane Austen.

"Mr Darcy sat down for a few moments, and then getting up, walked about the room. Elizabeth was surprised, but said not a word. After a silence of several minutes, he came towards her in an agitated manner, and thus began- ‘In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed.’”

You pause, glancing down. Leon is sound asleep, his long body heavy and slack as dreaming takes over. His hand hangs over the curve of your hip, his cheek warm against your heart. A knot of pure emotion forms in your throat as you whisper the rest of the famous passage to him, soft as the lambent moon.

 “You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.'

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Actual Snake Boyfriend (Jamil)

Huh, a giant snake? Well, it's not like you can be surprised by whatever this new world throws at you– wait, is that Jamil?

NOTE: I only write for female reader but everyone is welcome to read it!

Naga! Jamil. A bit suggestive at the end?

Just some silliness, really. Prolly OOC.

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Turning oneself into animals through magic is possible, but terribly taxing. Without proper training, one could overblot almost immediately

So the safest option is to drink a potion to change forms

(or to be Jack and have an Unique Magic that changes you into an ani)

But going back to the potions, they aren't simple to make, but a skilled potionologist can do it fairly easy

And when we're talking potionology, what duo is more qualified than Jamil and Azul?

(well, Vil and Rook, but shhhh)

At least, that's what they thought when Crewel told the class their task for the day

Except there was a slight miscalculation somewhere along the line

And now Jamil is a snake. Literally.

From waist down, he's a snake. Big, long snake, with shiny red, black and gold scales. Some scales also made their way up his back and under his eyes.

A few other things changed too: his nails became sharper, his fingers now a black gradient, his pupils are now slitted, and with his too long forked tongue, he can feel his already sharp canines become actual fangs.

Great. Jamil is very happy. Yay.

Thankfully, Crewel told him the effects of the potion would dissipate soon enough, maybe even later this same day.

So now he has to go through his day with about six feet of snake attached to his waist. At least he learns how to move quickly enough, not thanks to the Leech's terrible "tail advice"

Now, if only his crush the Prefect would stop staring.

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"Can I help you?"

"Uh? Ah. No... sorry..." (Y/N) quickly looks away, failing to pretend she's interested on the book sitting on the counter in front of her.

It's been a few hours since Jamil turned into a naga, so he's had enough time to get used to the stares. He's never been one for having attention on him—easier to plot and scheme, after all—, but he can ignore most of it easily enough... unless the one staring is the Prefect, the Housewarden of Ramshackle. His heart cannot take being the recipient of her attention, specially when she seems to be drinking in his image with her eyes—if he's allowed to be a bit of a poet.

"You're staring again, Prefect," he points out as soon as he feels her gaze on him again, eyes glued on the food he's preparing in the hopes he won't blush too apparently.

Damn his stupid heart and its need to go in overdrive every time the girl is near. The time before his overblot was so much easier, when she was but a pawn for him to use. Now that he sees her as the incredible person she is, he has nowhere to escape.

"... Jamil, are you familiar with the term 'monster fucker'?"

If Jamil was eating something, he for sure would've died in a coughing fit.

"Pardon me?"

"Monster fucker is someone who is attracted to non-human beings, particularly the, uh, less human looking ones."

"..."

"..."

"... you want to fuck me?" is the first thing that comes out of his mouth, because it's the only thing his brain can process right now. Thankfully, he turned off the fire before she said that, or he'd burn something.

"Jams, you're the prettiest boy in this school, and I really like you, and you look really hot as a naga. Of course I want to fuck you!"

The hoodie is not enough for him to hide. He needs to dig a hole and die there right now. Not only because of his embarrassment over the sudden confession, but also because now that he is giving her 100% of his attention, his now heightened senses are telling him more things than he wants to know. Like the thumping of her heart, or the soft rustling of her rubbing her legs together, probably to alleviate tension.

Tension caused by Jamil.

And don't even get him started on the tantalizing smell of her arousal.

Dammit. The food will have to wait.

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