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dirtyvulture · 1 year

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MILF!Natasha Romanoff x Beefy!CEO!Reader

18+ only, read at your own risk

Requested by anon: i just..i - i need a hc of beefy ceo!reader going back to her hometown after years of being away to visit her family (and Nat). And at dinner tiny mil!Nat just turn the big bad ceo!r into a stuttering and shy mess. Later that night Natasha is laying in bed and touching herself htinking about how R's muscle and body felt under her hands, and R spots her through the window and eventually make her way over and fucks Natasha. With a hint of powerbottom!nat and a shameful amount of dirty talk. All love to you mate.

AN: This has nothing to do with Valentine’s day, but it’s been in my drafts for a while so it’s time for it to see the light of day. Enjoy, my sinners. See you all soon. ❤️

You knock on the door twice, stepping back and bouncing the tray of cookies in your arms nervously. It had been years since you had seen your parents, and while you talked to them almost every week, you knew it was a big deal to see them in person.

Work had kept you away longer than you would have liked--but a promotion to CEO was not something you took lightly. However, once you settled into your role, you decided to take some time off and visit home.

The door suddenly opens, and your mom bursts out, jumping into your arms and you almost drop the cookies. After a few minutes of tearful hugging, your mom drags you into the house to greet your dad.

Your blissful family reunion is interrupted when you hear a familiar voice, and you look up and see Natasha Romanoff standing in the kitchen, wearing a skimpy black dress that normally you wouldn’t have allowed given that your mother was in the same room, but since it’s your first time seeing her in years too, you give her a pass.

Her curves are fuller, and she’s covered the wrinkles on her face with a heavy layer of makeup, but you think she looks even more beautiful than she was before.

“What...What are you doing here?” you ask, pushing away from your parents to approach her in the kitchen.

“Your mom invited me,” Natasha says with a shrug. “She said she didn’t feel comfortable with me being alone during the holidays.”

“Alone?” The last you had heard, she had married some wannabe actor from a popular comedy show and had a child with him.

“Yeah.” Natasha subtly shows off her left hand, which is now absent of a wedding ring.

“Oh. I’m sorry,” you say.

“Don’t be.” She waves you off. You don’t miss her glance over your body and bite her lip in appreciation. With your promotion, you had less time to focus on yourself, but you still always made an effort to eat healthy and workout when you could. While you felt the results could be better, you were happy and judging from the way Natasha nodded her head as she looked away from you, she was happy too.

You help Natasha finish prepping dinner in the kitchen. You don’t miss the way she rubs her front against your back, just trying to "squeeze by” with the honey baked ham, and then her arm is almost pressed against yours when you stand side-by-side to chop the vegetables for the appetizer platter.

At the dinner table, Natasha fills your plate with a little bit of everything. You think it’s sweet that she remembers the kind of appetite you have, and the food--all of it home-cooked--is absolutely delicious. Natasha is sitting next to you, and gradually her hand finds its place on your muscular thigh, squeezing it teasingly throughout the meal.

You almost choke on a slice of ham, and Natasha pats your back to help you clear your throat. You look at her, a little nervous at her boldness, but she winks and you and turns back to her plate.

After dessert, Natasha retires to the spare bedroom on the first floor. You offer her your old bedroom, but she politely declines and disappears into the bathroom to shower. Your parents head upstairs to unwind, and you’re stuck with a mountain of dishes to clean.

But the tedious work takes your mind off Natasha, at least for a little bit. The touches against you during dinner, the way she kept bringing up her loneliness from the divorce. You know she’s desperate for you, but you don’t know if it’s right to reciprocate. After all, you had just reconnected, and it seemed a little rash to go after her again after how things ended the last time.

You tie up the full trash bag and carry it outside to throw directly into the bin. The window to Natasha’s room is near the garbage bins, and it’s open just enough for you to hear her inside.

“Oh, fuck, Y/N. Yes, right there, baby. Harder. I need more of you.”

You drop the trash bag on the ground in shock, sneaking up closer to the window to peer inside.

Natasha is lying naked on the bed, her legs spread wide open with her fingers knuckle-deep into her core, pumping frantically. Her eyes are closed as she imagines replacing her fingers with your bigger ones, and how she would dig her nails into your flexing forearm while begging you to move faster. She remembers the way you would take her to bed, all passion and intensity, only needing minutes to have her squirming underneath you. And then when she would return the favor, she loved having your powerful thighs wrapped around her head or grinding on your abs until she came all over your stomach.

You’re not sure how long you stand there watching Natasha pleasure herself, but suddenly, your feet are taking you back into the house and you barge into her room. Natasha smiles at you and beckons you forward with a crook of her finger.

“Come fuck me, baby,” she says, and you’re tearing off your clothes as fast as you can leaping into bed with her. You don’t care that your parents are upstairs, and this reminds you of your high school days when you would try and sneak girls home to have sex with while your parents were down the hall. Needless to say, you were caught more than once, but this time, you’ll try to keep Natasha quiet.

You lay on top of Natasha, careful not to lower all of your weight onto her, and wrap your arms around her, kissing her and tasting her cherry lipstick. She smears it along your cheek and down your neck, lightly biting on your trapezius muscle. You shift to the side, moaning when you feel her lips wrap around one of your nipples, then biting your lip and trying to silence yourself. Natasha looks up at you, her fingers trailing down your abs, but you stop her before she can reach between your legs.

“You asked me to fuck you,” you whisper, panting as her lips pull away from your chest. “But you have to promise to be quiet.”

“How can I be quiet when you’re the one fucking me?” she says, and you feel your stomach clench at the praise.

“You’re gonna have to try or I won’t do it,” you reply, although you think it’ll take an impossible amount of willpower to resist Natasha Romanoff in bed.

“Fine, fine,” she relents. You lay next to her, slipping your hand down to her center and rubbing your finger through her wetness. You pinch her clit and she gasps, but you lean over and cover your mouth with hers.

“You promised,” you whisper, sliding your fingers into her with ease and she bucks into your hand. As you thrust into her, your thumb circles her clit, spreading her wetness everywhere between her thighs. Natasha pants into your mouth, her nails clawing at your shoulder and bicep, her hips rocking wildly.

“Fuck, fuck, no one can make me cum as fast as you,” she says.

“Not even your ex-husband?” you ask, thrusting so fast your forearm is on fire.

“He never made me cum,” she pouts, and you push your fingers into her hard enough for her to whimper.

“Then it looks like I have a lot to make up for,” you respond. Her walls start clenching around your fingers and her stomach tightens. “Go ahead, Nat. Go ahead and make a mess for me.”

She pulls down on the back of your neck to bring your shoulder close to her mouth to bite on so she doesn’t throw her head back and scream loud enough to alert your parents. Cum gushes down your hand, and you’re pretty sure you’re bleeding from where Natasha bit you. But she releases you as you pull out, kissing your skin softly and you wince.

“Don’t leave me, baby,” Natasha murmurs against your chest.

“I made that mistake once,” you say, scooping her up in your arms and cuddling her close. “I won’t do it again.”

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theosconfessions · 6 months

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How does Scarlett, a fifteen year kid, hold so much power that she can manipulate so many people? I mean Theo I can see he's binded by the fact she's his baby but Dustin? River? Blake? I can see maybe Riv and Blake since they're not much older but Dustin? If he knows how alike she is to Theo he should never have agreed to let Scarlett do this show. He's the parent and supposedly the one she likes but she sure doesn't seem to have respect for him or anyone else. Dustin was asking for trouble for going along with it and I don't feel so bad for him because he knew Scarlett couldn't be trusted and now he's paying for it along with everyone else.

The apple doesnt fall far from the tree at all ;) scarlett and theo are kindred that way. but you also have to remember way back in theo lore is that he was married pretty young. [before marlee ] and he manipulated and used that girl and never really gave her a second thought or how he cheated and fucked with her emotions and life until she popped up again through dustin. and by then he needed something from her. for her to carry dustin and his babies. present theo is in his sixties and is not that much of a dick as he once was BUT man he was . selfishness runs in the genes. i thinkpersonally scarlett was blinded about what the show can do for her. and her popularity and that everyone else be damned. i dont htink she gave dustin a second thought or really thought he could be 'hurt' by anything. all she seen was how using theo could gain her that attention she wanted. unfortunately that came with backlash. which she will get. but for river hes very much not involved in the project hes a non social media kid but he did know that blake was helping her out with it. and he was pulled in because of that. blake went along with whatever scarlett said because she really does have something over him and riv that could hurt his friend. riv doesnt know this. [hopefully i can squeeze that post in today. he has a convo with dustin about it bc dustin was like okay i dont believe you lol] riv wasnt watching so he doesnt know what he came home to haha! robin was watching though and shes on theos side. not scarletts. theos a little bit of an idiot for his kid for sure. i think he feels like he has to coddle her a little bit bc of marlee etc. but because of that she played him. shes a smart kid but shes also not a very nice one. at least in the moment. i think with dustin , shes also HIS baby. he raised her ya know. and that was his youngest until they had the twins. i think he also has that same soft spot and wanted to believe in her a little bit but now hes likeyeah not making that mistake again obviously. their whole business was put on out there. that being said theo overshared. and thats on him. he shouldnt have openedhis mouth AT ALL. so he has some penance himself to do , thank you for your ask, love! i hope this makes sense bc i kinda rambled? if not lemme know. sorry for the length haha

#i wrote a novel on my break #its okay #the stephens continued

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thedndgoblinwholivesinyourwalls · 10 days

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hiii lark (cackles ominously)

how are you doing on this fine day? good, good...

i wrote a poem in physics class instead of doing homework [: its about josh and adeles last conversation and her subsequent death [: it might be the best poem that ive ever written [: i have put thought into each and every single one of the lines [:

how would you like to have your heart torn out today ‽

so uh, dramatics over (for now)! i made up. an initial situation for this. bcs like. idk WHERE the conversation that you send me in an ask happens or anth, so i made stuff up and i like it that the way that it is sooo uhhh yeah this is the way that it is hskfjlsd. also headcanon that josh takes honey with his tea...

i have actually put so much fuckjing thought than i normally do into this poem, i can and would analyse and explain every single bit of it if you want me to. genuinely. ive rewritten it four times. i just htink that this has turned out soo good and i now BESTOW IT UPON THEE AHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA

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Before you go, let me talk to you. One last time.

Let me pour you a cup of tea, stare down into the rippling water as my hands shake. Sip at it quietly, as you say nothing. You don’t even drink yours.

Let me finally whisper my thoughts, voice cracking in spite of the honey, not noticing the tea turning salty. My words, my life, my thoughts, you took from me. Yourself, you took from me. I tell you, release it all unto the open. It took this long.

Let me listen to you ranting at me, as you always, always do. My words have go in one ear and out the other as you twist them back on me; there lies all the confirmation I ever needed.

Let me speak one last phrase, a question engraved on each and every single one of my wilted petals, “Do you love me, though?” Your silence takes its spot right beside my hope for us.

I watch you leave. Your tea goes cold. I unbury my love and hope. Your tea goes down the drain. My water too, tastes like salt.

I wait for you to come back. I think over what I’ll say. For once, I don’t want to take my words back; step aside for you, for what you want. I don’t know how I feel about it. I still wait. I doubt I could ever not.

You never come back.

(I come to you, find you in a blaze of blue flowers, in her embrace, deathly still. And for a single moment, I let myself think: ‘It’s over.’

And then it all crashes down.

I feel worse for her than I do for you. I wish I’d been the one to die in your arms. I know that I already have.)

LIME WHEN I GET YOU/POS LIME. TRYING RLLY HARD NOT TO FALL OVER IN MY SEAT RN I CAN’T I’M ON A BUS WHAT. WOAH.

JOSH WOULD TAKE HONEY WITH HIS TEA. OH NOOOOO

LIKE ALL THE CALLBACKS TO WHAT I SENT YOU OMFG THIS IS AMAZING!!!/GEN WOAGH ALSOTHE LAST PHARAGRAPH. “I feel worse for her than I do for you” NO YOU’RE SO RIGHT HE WOULD. LIME. I KNOW THIS IS MOSTLY ME SAYING WOAH OVER AND OVER BUT WOAHHHH/POS LIMEEEEE

#ALSO YOU WROTE THIS IN YOUR PHYSICS CLASS???#THANK YOU SO MUCH LIME #TREASURING THIS FOREVER ACTUALLY #THIS IS IN MY HEAD NOW #SORRYBTHIS IS ALL IN CAPS WOAGH #hi lime!!#<-A TAG I USE IN TEARS/POS #ask #ajdhsjdhjshshdaaaaaaaaahahshdhfhdjhdjchjdhdjd #sobbing/pos

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youabandonedthem · 2 years

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hey @ottiliere i ilke your dirk au i hope is ok that i put some of my headcanons into it. in my comic slick gets dragged to the psych ward so i thought a crossover where they meet would be awesome. if you keep reading here is some of my speculation on what they could do together

in this roommates scenario it is impossible for dirk to really ignore him like he can do with other patients. and if we say in a context where they're not both being tormented/put into comas by seroquel something very interesting can happen .

like even if dirk is rude and irritable and deliberately tries to get him to fuck off tihs is obviously not off putting to slick in the slightest. for multiple reasons. one because hes a rough mobster and thats him but mostly in this scenario he's like "ok fuck it im in the nuthouse for the time being and it's injustified and the people here are gonna be a little quirky but there is a chance they share my situation." the other patients are scared of/used to slick (they know who he is) so they pretty much ignore him if he tries to preach his truth or talk them up. or like i can see some entertaining his need to chat but just saying stuff like "sure Slick.." "yeah..." trying not to encourage his insane thoughts. so he eventually stops bothering/trusting them since they dont get it. the rest he has deemed too actually crazy for his company. e.g. he meets another schizophrenic individual and they have DIFFERENT "beliefs" or they have hallucinations so hes like get away from me psycho. (his diagnosis is FAKE!!!) hes caught on to the fact that the more he talks to the nurses the longer he has to stay. so hes so fucking bored and has had no one to REALLY talk to outside of occasional crew visits for a while now. so once dirk arrives he would take an extreme interest in both him and little cal and try to take him under his wing because hes pretty much just a kid who simply "did not draw the best cards" in slicks eyes. And i think while he's talking at dirk and sharing things such as the BULLSHIT reason hes there... random details about his life...a mutual interest could possibly begin once he learns that this completely schizo ass carapace bug man is a crimelord mafia boss. plus it possibly appeals to him that slick doesnt seem to mind his "mannerisms" . plus slick starts teaching him how to game the nurses so he can get out faster

they can possibly...sort of... bond over self harm although they do it for very different reasons. slick does not care about cutting his skin open to prove a point but essentially he thinks nothing of things like cutting any part of his body open using various tools just to achieve whatever goal he thinks it will solve. he doesnt like pain but doesnt flinch very hard . I think if he sees dirk having successfully found a way to cut his wrists in the room he would watch and htink "this kid is fucked" but not intervene or report besides probably asking him wtf hes doing the first time. if dirk gives him a rude or non - answer he just asks him how hes planning to hide it from the nurses. after that he accepts it and hes like ok sure. (addendum slick just angrily tells him to knock that shit off unless he wants to stay in crazy town for another month. he starts treating it like he treats droog smoking ...knocking the razorblade out of his hands etc. i am not sure at what point hed stop bothering. i think it is a matter that hed BEGIN bothering once he starts thinking dirk needs his help..perhaps in the first/second instance he did not intervene) BUT if he saw dirk slamminghis head on the wall he would be like heey the fuck? whoa whoa whoa thats your brain case kid are you trying to go retarded? he begins feeling responsible. (it is them vs the Nurses and Doctors in this sick sick building) also i think dirk would just do these things in the room once hes assessed that slick (at the bare minimum) wouldnt tell on him. this is after theyre all buddy buddy . Mostly i'm talking about slick's end as to present it with the knowledge i have and not make any DIRK ASSUMPTIONS !

theyowuld possibly even help each other try to escape they could even fucking succeed ...slick would fashion lethal weapons for both of them out of various shit he found/stole and dirk would take one although i dont think he would use it .slick would be showing him stabbing motions using his shank and dirk can teach him his dirk tricks . They would make it together and get to the outside world and never see each other ever again. this is really the circumstance of two completely unrelated characters put in the same cage and forced to work together. but i think it would work

dirk would really be the one trying to tolerate slick for a long time before he warms up to him a little if at all . slick is so fucking lonely that he doesnt care what the fuck dirk does plus hes way older so he has control of the dynamic really. maybe his crude earnesty appeals to dirk but hes also overly aware how insane and delusional slick is but they do form this alliance. i am also thinking they could have some "art" connection which would be honestly kind of cute and funny if dirk is drawing very IRONIC offputting work for a bit and if slick were to be present he would gesture to take his pen andthen casually draw huge boobs/COCK and/or a really shitty caricature of dirk onto the page with emphasis on his huge bleeding wrists and the glasses. I think this would be a defining moment that is literally only ever possible in this context ever . it is a testament to their trapped animal mentality.

Hypothetical drawing by slick

basically it is like arranged marriage. theywouldnt even give each other the time of day or look at each other more than a few seconds if they were not roommates in crazy town. PLUS slick has been trying to be a good boy unlike dirk so maybe he has more privileges eg pointy objects so he could enable dirk to draw in the first place. or he steals the pen for him. also slick would be stealing dirk extra pudding cups from the cafeteria (he just grabs them off of other peoples trays) upon seeing how horrifically bony he is. hes like: kid youre scrawny as fuck. anyone feed you at home? and i dont think dirk would have any response to this question he would turn away and stop talking to slick.

the topic of interest: their viewpoints of each other and what their relationship could actually be...defined as. there is much to consider here. if this narrative had one ultimate point to display i think that it would be the nature of transient relationships. and this showcases a lot the disparity of their different perspectives. (below)

>slick's pov. obviously he knows the ways of this world and a good idea of the relations he has and wants to keep unlike dirk. he has nothing hed label as a"friendship" but he has deep connections. let's say his age range translated to human terms is mid - late 30s not for official purposes but like experience/maturity(?) wise. (i debated whether he could be entering his 40s but slick is not that mature really... 40s is like settling down wife n kids. at least this works for this specific instance) obvy he is still a triple digits age chitinous bug creature. ANYWAY... at first dirk is just some kid whos providing him entertainment in this dull schizo jail. but he realises they can help each other out here. (the event that prompts this is probably when dirk tries to fight security and gets bootyjuiced) it's reminiscent of the karkat alliance ...they have a common goal which is gettingthe fuck out without any setbacks. slick possibly had an escape plan (serpentine like his heists) in the midst of hatching prior to dirks arrival but you see he has a 'crew' mentality. the only plan he came up with is missing a vital second person to help carry it out. (or he had a really shitass solo plan with a small chance of working out that he was going to try if he got DESPERATE. the key thing is he wouldn't want to do anything he thinks wouldnt work because again he specialises in heists which NEED to go well with everything accounted for. but he was honestly on the verge of trying it...until dirk came along and changed his life)

but like hes still not exactly 'using' dirk he does connect and see value in him as a companion due to all the aforementioned scenarios and this is why he chooses him as the worthy candidate for his PLAN. this is what causes him to feel that 'responsibility' for him i would think. not through any kind of paternal instinct but the same obligation that caused him to try to comfort karkat that one time when he was crying (and then start slapping the shit out of him). i mean i dont want to call it paternal...but he realises that he is THE adult in this situation and the only one 'in charge' of this kid in a way. also hes uncomfortable with displays of emotion/mental illness so if his most basic awkward attempt to fix it doesn't work he just starts using force (as displayed in the karkat example). this would encapsulate his reaction towards dirk self harming. ok the point is he sees it like this: they are together to help each other. and then it's a done deal. then they'll both fuck off to their 'normal lives' he figures. if he ever saw him agian of course hed be like oh its that kid. fuck was his name...Dick? but that's really it for slick. nothing deeper. now DIRK ON THE OTHER HAND...

>DIRK MODE. it is not really that he 'hates' people and people hate him there is more like an absence of meaningful connection. or connection altogether. his friend is a doll . if this is the first time in 20ish years anyone has actually shown they respect him as an equal this encounter is going to impact him for the rest of his life. and not only would he likely use slicks treatment of him as his baseline for future possible relations but he would also become sort of obsessed with him after this whole thing is done.he has literally no one else. like maybe he doesnt even realise it at first until theyve parted ways and he goes back to wherever he lives and hejust sits there with little cal and little cal does not talk back to him. and it hits him. it's like the dark gritty version of the hero's journey..he went to the other world and was given a tool towards realisation. and now hes just back in his shit reality . but it is important that obviously this singular encounter cannot undo anything he learned over 20+ years. but he got a taste of something novel that he thought only existed for other people.(?) or was played up for fiction even . but it was real. he knows slick was crazy and did awful heinous crimes for fun. but he was nice(?) to him and helped him and wanted to be around him . there is really nothing that will be able to change his mind about this.

hegoes through life that is identical to what he had before the psych ward and whoever he encounters treats him the same uncaring way as they did before (or potentially worse/with more pity or judgment if theyre aware of his stay) and this time he thinks about how slick didnt judge him for anything and actually cared about him . he did not stare at his arms with fear/pity like other ppl do. everything what slick did for him gets played up in his mind. the brand of pudding he stole for him sticks out at the store. he sees unabashed schizo shit online and it reminds him of slicks occasional rants. he sees criminal activity reported in the paper and wonders if it was slick's crew (he mentioned the existence of his crew...Or imagine if it was visiting time and slick brought dirk along to meet them at one point...this cna be expanded on)

i feel like this may help lead him into a dangerous situation in the future depending on how it develops. ok another important factor is slick's age relative to him. dirk possibly hypothesises that slick is around the age of mister dave.(this can mean something if you want it to) PLUS any other actual adults who were in his life (teachers..dave...anyone else) just treat him completely like a child. this could result in something interesting..the way that slick regarded him as an equal (at least in dirks perception) and was way older. i think whatever he takes away from this will fuck him over.

additionally i think it is possible he couldget desperate again for what the psych ward symbolised for him and he pulls a supremely bad suicide attempt that is guaranteed to fail for literal attention. he gets warded again but of course slick isnt there and hes just alone there like in original dirk psychward context. except this time he completely feels the emptiness. and hhis radical attempt try to attain it again just didnt work.

but i also think a second chance encounter years after this incident would truly highlight the differences in their mentalities . based on my dirk knowledge i think he would not try to show any feelings and regard slick very casually even though his mind would be on the verge of collapse . a lot would depend on the span of time and what happened in between ofcourse and if he was given the opportunity to meet...anyone else... or develop any more social skills at all. additionally i think what your expertise would know the answer to is if he would try to seek out slick deliberately and to what degree. also if the second meeting happened and it was shitty i think hed just go kill himself. like hed buy a gun so it would work this time. it is also up to your discretion how dirk thinks slick remembers him in a direct selfaware comparison to how he regards slick. maybe he would be realistic/self deprecating about it i mean it would make sense because nobody else truly values him and he probably figures that this extends to even his psych ward saviour.

So ya idk just some thoughts let me know wat you think

#slickdirk #hospital dirk #spades slick #dirk strider #homestuck #au #cool #self harm #crossover

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noelashe · 4 months

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below are my songs o^_^o 1st one from yesterday other 2 from today

the formulas for all these are pretty similar rn but theyre all 4 instrument songs what can ya do.. i also made them loopable i htink on accident cuz of how much videogame music i like. omg also i had to convert 2 of them and a static appeared but i think it complements them LOLOL

all kinda unlistenable but thats the kinda music i like..weird n unconventional is best

Further commentary: ive been excitable over these:) Because its the first few things that are kinda finished and not just a small tidbit of song. like wow. babys first songs gee wow!!!!!!!!!!!! I never thought i could make music because i kind of assumed since i was a kid that i only had art so i had to stick to it. But even if it sucks it still exists x) im happy about that

the ghost one IS very slow meanwhile most my songs ive started out have kind of a fast beat, which i think is a hindrance my skills cant keep up to anything fast!!! This is why i made it extra slow. im sure ppl expect that from me Fast music i mean i like fast music and they are correct to do so I WILL MAKE FAST MUSIC ONE DYA.....just when my brain can keep up with MAKING it... its really fun working with slow beats so far. i really love energy in general and u can channel it thru something other than speed too, IMO, and thats what im having fun trying to do...

also yea.. the first song is kimnda napstablooky.....whagever im just like them for real

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mayskalih · 18 days

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I read the Nico Robin x smoker os you put on your fics post and... it was so good??! (never would have I imagined this pairing before but now you recommended it...I want more??! only 2 fics on ao3😩)

Since you liked one piece, what do you think of Shanks x Makino???!! (there's an author on tumblr/ao3, miss mungoe who write INCREDIBLE fics for them - and 1 Rayleigh x shakki)

She also wrote for Mihawk x Boa Hancock and I cannot recommend that pairing enough like..even in Canon it would be the perfect ship for her like.. given the character and history of Hancock...(i mean, maybe I'm influenced by the marvelous fics of missmungoe) ..but it's one of the only pairing for her I think where they would stand 'equally' if you know what I mean ( I'm not gonna write an essay on them here but really I COULD)

Also all of your art is amazing ( KAKARIN oh my god not a lot of people like them so...thanks for the food hehe - also kakarin is Kakashi x rin...but what about Kakashi x Karin??? - just thought abt it rn because they would share the same ship name lol 😂)

in love with your sasosaku art...but shisaku tho😍I can't decide my fav multisaku art here...thats the power of multishipping I guess 🤣🤭

I willk forever advocate for Smoker/Robin. Like it's such an iteresting dynamics between the two and such a potential for enemies to lovers. Maybe it's time to learn how to draw buff men and draw this ship until my hand dries. T_T

Tbh, I haven't payed attention to Shanks until OP live action! His character is done so well there, that I'm ready to ship him now. But I haven't read anything on him and since you recommend, I'll give Shanks/Makino a go!

Omg omg Boa and Mihawk is so hot (too hot I would say). I like her with Luffy, ngl, but am very intrigued for this ship.

I'm not sure I would attempt Kakashi/Karin but fgor the sole reason I htink she's too gay and I can't see her otherwise hehe

Thank you for enjoying my art (all kinds of it ahah)! <3 and for the fic recs!

#sasha asks

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dogsliampaynedoesntinstagram · 11 months

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I’m sure you are tired of the CO discussion but I wonder if some fan concern around people “believing” this as of now hypothetical CO statement comes from fans (including harries) believing that at least some of Harry’s public relationships were PR. So if he were to publicly be with a man (or even talk explicitly about past relations with men) it might be perceived as another “stunt” or PR reaction to the queerbaiting allegations. The whole situation is tricky but not impossible; in general the public has a short memory and would move on pretty quickly if this was handled in the proper way at an optimal time (those constraints you speak of…).

I'm not at all tired about the Coming Out Discourse anon - I find it really fascinating. I really like thinking and talking about what is possible and what isn't.

I think it's a really interesting question to raise whether or not people would believe Harry - and one that I've more or less dismissed when talking about the constraints and options for Harry. And there's a good reason for that (which I'll get to) - but I do think the different ways people don't believe celebrities

There is obviously an increasing tendancy for fans to very strongly not believe what an artist is telling them. And someone who has been on that ride for a while - I can't necessarily criticise it (although the refusal to take in new information is becoming more pronounced).

The fan who is telling their story no matter much is becoming a more prominent part of the very active fandom. And I think that if Harry was to come out with a man you'd probably get some of that from fans who wanted to keep telling their story. But I don't think it would matter that much. They would keep doing what they did and wouldn't believe Harry - but their lack of belief wouldn't have that much power over Harry. (Larries - who are the strongest, most consistent group of disbelieving fans you could have - haven't had that much power over Harry).

Then there are members of the general public. Some people might think that what Harry was doing was fake - it would depend what he did and how. But that's really normal. Followers of pop culture have all sorts of opinions about what is fake and what is real, but they're often loosely held and easily persuadable.

As always I find it useful to look about what has happened so far, to understand what is likely. I haven't seen a lot of scepticism about queer relationships. There aren't many queer relationships that look fake - and that means the possibility is further away from people's minds. (although probably with time that'll change). But depending on how they do it it's definitely possible that there will be scepticism at Harry. But this scepticism will be much more lightly held than fans' who want to keep telling another story. And it won't have an impact on his plans. Why would it matter if some people who didn't htink about Harry very much were like 'looks fake to me'?

Or my short answer to all this - it's likely that some fans wouldn't believe Harry if he came out and possible that some members of the public will. But neither will matter.

Celebrities don't need to be believed by everyone. That's not the goal or the point.

#Again #lots of people don't believe Harry as the fantasy boyfriend #and it's still working for him

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mikeys-bike-slut · 2 years

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Here it is, I'm sorry it's short, I had to re-edit it because i didnt like what I put so it became short, but I hope y'all like it. I promise the next chapter is so much better, also gon be very emotional haha

Previous parts and OC info

Warning: character in hospital? -i dont htink, it is there smth pls let me know!-

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"Are you the friends or relative of Miss Shishou?" the doctor asks as he looks over the bunch of young people in their early 20's, all wearing the same uniform which he can only guess is a gang uniform.

"Yes, sir" Draken replies eagerly. "How is she, is she still alive?"

"Yes, we been able to stabilize her for now but she has lost a lot of blood we have to keep her overnight and if she survives the night there is a big chance she will recover but as right now, she has 50-50 chance to survive. Maybe if she would've been admitted to the hospital sooner, maybe right away after she enquired the injury her chances of survival would be higher, but like this... I'm sorry" he shakes his head. "The best we can do right now is pray"

As the doctor says that the tall blonde male suddenly starts to feel dizzy and stumbles a bit holding his head, trying to regain his balance. "Any chance... we could go in? Even if just one of us?"

"Two of you at max and not for long" the doctor says then bows his head before walking off.

"Emma, you and Mikey should go in" Draken says as he looks at her then try to look for Mikey who once again disappeared. "Where the fuck is Manjiro?!" he almost yells, clenching his fist and for the first time in a very long time he feel like he's about to break down crying.

"Ken, please calm down" Emma says in a calmer tone hoping it will calm the beanpole down but he is ready to murder the girl's brother.

"Mikey... this might be the last chance you'll see her..." Mitsuya says in a serious tone as he looks at his friend who's standing just around the corner not wanting to face anyone. He just stays quiet and the captain loses his patience and steps out from around the corner. "He is right here, sorry... we went to patch up his hands" the silver haired explains meanwhile the short blonde's giving him a glare.

"Go instead of me Kenchin" he says in a monotone voice with an emotionless face; a face only she can read. "You deserve it more than me"

Emma watches the two young men and she knows they both want to see her and she knows they both love her, she can tell by the way both act around her, and honestly? Deep down it makes her happy. As much as she loves Angel, she loves her brothers more. "You two can go in" she speaks up with a small smile.

"Emma, no-" Draken would start but she motions for him to be quiet.

"I know she is going to be okay, I'll see her in the morning, she needs her two favourite idiots now, more than ever" she says in a soft tone holding her tears back as while trying to figure out if she was trying to convince them or herself. She just knew she had to present herself so sure and positive otherwise they would never take her place.

"Are you absolutely, sure, Em?" the tall one asks in a genuine tone as she looks down at the girl.

"Absolutely" she smiles at him then her brother.

"Thank you" Mikey says quietly then starts walking towards her room.

"Thank you, bunny" Draken says softly then follows the short male towards the room where she is currently staying.

Once they walk in they both just stand there in silence, frozen in their place as they just watch their beloved girl fighting for her life, hooked onto various machines. The girl who always never afraid of going against them or anyone for that matter, the girl who knocked Hanma Shuji out with a simple kick, the girl who always greets them with a big smile and smacks them when they're being nuisances, that girl is now laying here barely clinging onto life.

"Did you hear what the doctor said...?" Draken breaks the silence finally but he just can't face his shorter friend.

"I did" Mikey replies in the same monotone voice. "It's all my fault..."

"You're a fucking idiot Mikey, how is this your fault?" Draken growls then calms himself. "Look.. we can discuss your self pity later, we're here for Angel" he says then looks at the young woman laying on the hospital bed. "She's still beautiful..."

"As always" Mikey agrees almost surprising the other male. "You really think I feel nothing for her?" he cocks a brow then shakes his head. "The last thing she said to me was "I'll always be by your side, Manjiro" you better be... I'm nothing without you..." he says quietly as he looks at the girl. "She's my pride."

"I know she is Mikey... Everyone can see how much you care for her and how much you love her, but this is why I don't understand how could you make that deal..." Draken shakes his head.

"Because I knew we won't lose. I had faith in each and every one of you. And in the off chance... if we would've have actually lost... I already had a back up plan" he says in a dark tone which sent chills down the other's spine, he didn't know what Mikey had planned but he knew when it comes to Angel, the young commander wouldn't hesitate to kill. "Either way, Angel would have been safe...or I thought, but here we are" he clenches his fist.

"Don't you dare leave us for Baji..." Draken whispers as he looks at her a tear drop rolls down his strong cheek.

"She won't" Mikey says as he finally looks at her and he feel his heart shattering. He already lost so many people, does he has to lose the only person who ever made him feel something? "You know, she loves you, Kenny"

Draken sighs then nods. "I know... Just as I love her" he says as he looks at her.

"You know Kenny, we never really fought, or ever rivalled over anything... but for her? I will beat you and win" he gives his friend a smile who looks up and returns the smile.

"I accept the challenge" he smiles than they shook hands.

"Now to just wait for her to wake up" Mikey stretches and lets out a yawn. He seemed so sure and certain.

Draken just shakes his head, Mikey is so hopeful... and naïve, deep inside he is still that 15 year old kid who wanted to take over the world and believed; if you confident enough in something, it will happen. He admired him for this, he always had his confidence in things when they almost or actually seem lost, no wonder he is the leader of Toman.

"We should go. She needs rest" Mikey says then gives her one last smile before walking out.

Ken walks over to her bed and just caresses her cheek then leans over her unconscious body and places a soft kiss onto her forehead. "Get better princess, Mikey and I have a gift for you" he says softly then pulls away and let out a deep sigh.

Once both left the room Mikey motions towards his men. "I have something to do, but you lot, go out and gather as much intel as you can, I want the bastard who stabbed her in front of the shrine in the next 48 hours" he says coldly as he gives the command to his fellow members. The guys just nod in unison before taking their leave following upon their commander's order.

"Kenchin, please take Emma home and stay with her" he looks at his friend who nods but cocks a brow.

"What are you gonna do?" he asks in an uneasy tone, not really trusting his friend at the moment.

"My duty" he says in a serious tone then walks off.

The tall just sighs being too tired to babysit his commander, he can only hope he won't do anything stupid. He gently lifts up the tired blonde girl who he was tasked with, though he already had the same idea. Once he arrives at the Sano residency he gently wakes the girl who let's them in the house then instantly goes to the sofa and curls up on it.

"Em... C'mon. Let's go to bed" Draken pleads with her softly as he crouches down beside her.

"I don't wanna be alone..." she whispers as her tears starts to fall again even thought she is barely conscious.

"You won't, I'm staying the night. You can cuddle up to me and sleep in my arms if you want" he offers, finally showing his softer side to the blonde girl, which he realized he has been lacking a lot. He looked at her as a sister for so long he forgot sisters needs affection and care too.

"Please..." she whispers while her tears just fall down in rivers, seemingly unable to stop.

"Come on, bunny" he says softly as he gently scoops her up, wrapping her short legs around his waist then taking her into her bedroom and carefully laying her down on the bed. He kicks off his boots and takes off his jacket then climbs into bed next Emma and pulls her into his strong arms wrapping them around her protectively then falling asleep with her.

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for @ophanem's shuffle unit game thing! (i am so late) theyre not in order or anything i just kinda. put them there. anyway

natsume - event 5* (center) tsukasa - gacha 5* mama - event 4* ibara - gacha 4* mao - event 4*

thoughts under the cut :')

i didnt really have an idea at first and then i thought of like. magicians. maybe theyre like. doing a promotional video or something for a franchise idk i didnt think this far but the theme of it is magicians and magic!! i was thinking maybe of having like two "schools" of magic, them being school of aura (emotions and other intangible things) and school of illusion (apparations and other tangible things)

mao and mama would be in the "aura" group (because. happiness. does this make sense) and then tsukasa and ibara would be in "illusion" i didnt know what to do for natsume at first but maybe he could fit in both schools of magic? hmm. now that im thinking about it maybe its a promo vid for some video game. yeah. (dont talk to me about ss or whatever happened in the shinsekai tour story thing. i know jack shit okay) BUT ANYWAY i think itd be cool if the shuffle name went something along the lines of aura and illusion.

going on with the thought of game promo video... maybe its like. an rpg? i was thinking maybe a visual novel but then my thought process went a bit too close to what was going on with date plan AtoZ so anyway! the promo vid would probably have them all be dressed in their characters' outfits but itd be more. ykno. cohesive. im trying to think of plot but aksjdhfmxcnbvnxzbcvmnb

hmmm.... while doing the promo video natsume has to act like his character but for some reason the way they want him to act feels stiff and uncomfortable for him. tsukasa would help him a lot with this i think (them also being leaders in new-di helps with the connection part of this) but im. im pulling blanks right now. uh. ibara and mao are there on the sidelines and their roles are pretty much fit for them and mama is having the BEST time there because his character is a paladin-type class and like. he gets to protect people and take care of them. ykno. a mama thing. uh. hmm. maybe the groups are not magic schools and theyre more of. domains (can you tell that im makign thsi up as i go) ranger mao and rogue ibara and fighter tsukasa. WHY AM I HTINKING ABOUT THIS IN DND TERMS. IM FINE> anyway maybe antsume is like. an artificer. thats a tricky class. like a craftsperson. finicky gameplay but satisfying once you get it right? my mind is all over the place. and the character natsume has to act as is very different to how he usually holds himself, like heart on sleeve bubbly character? every other character was a perfect fit for the other idols and natsume feels like although he's the leader that hes not fit for this job and hes like. his usual self about that when stuff happens like that. does that even make sense IT MAKES SENSE IN MY MIND!! its like when hes like all sulky and reserved i promise i know stuff about him but liike i cant think right now so TAKE IT this is all i have

#enstars #natsume sakasaki #ibara saegusa #tsukasa suou #mao isara #madara mikejima #rambles #i literally dont know what my brain decided to put on the page i just. wrote stuff.#forgive me if its incomprehensible sajkdfhskjsd

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have you read homestuck and if so do you have any ouran hs thoughts. personally I've spent several hours trying to assign classpects to different hosts and i think hikaru would be a vriska apologist if he was slighty less of a misogynist

I have not. I asked a friend who knows ouran and homestuck for her thoughts and she said:

haruhi: genuinely no idea … tamaki: blood or light idk about his class kyoya: space mori: void honey: he could be so much . hope rage and light all feel viable kaoru: hes a seer of time i know this for sure . absolutely . hikaru: i dont htink about hikaru

also u r right about the vriska thing. he'd say "she is me if i was a girl" and never dwell on the implications

#;noxiatalks2ya #ohshc

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weirdass Backrooms dream??

(copy-pasted from Discord so i am addressing Mary lol)

oh right, i had this dream during the night that was... fucking weird. i was in some kind of boy band, maybe? musical group?? idk, i think i was a dude and all the other members were oh fuck sdjfghdksjfghsjklg i htink i was. in BTS. shit. hold on i need a sec before i can continue

cripes. okay. moving on. despite possibly being in BTS, i did not recognize literally anyone, nor do i know who i was, thank god. ANYWAY, we were performing a song on this... kinda crappy stage that might've been a school auditorium. the song began and everyone except one guy was supposed to leave the stage one by one, then return one by one to sing their part... idk lol. i just know i was the first guy out, and i went offstage to the left, where everything was concrete and kinda grimy and run-down? there was more space back behind the stage proper, but i was just going there to wait in the wings. and then i just fuckin... video-game-clipped out of reality. blinked and instead of the wings with the music and the audience and everything, i'm standing at the end of a long, bare corridor. there is NOTHING in it except, at the far end, a metal door. and i mean nothing - looked behind me and there were no other doors or anything. i was FREAKING OUT because i had no idea where i was or how i'd gotten here?!? so after a long minute of panic and feeling kinda claustrophobic, i went down the hall and tried going through the door, and emerged backstage. all the other bandmembers were there, also freaking out a little. they were like DUDE WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN, WE'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU, YOU MISSED YOUR CUE AND NOBODY HAD ANY IDEA WHERE YOU WENT AFTER YOU LEFT THE STAGE??? and i didn't know how to explain it... i turned around and looked back through the door and there was just like, a regular school corridor or something, lockers and murals and random stuff that looked a lot like the music hallway in my old high school. and then i woke up and i was SO UNSETTLED. like i got up and went to the bathroom quick, then rushed back into bed and curled up all freaked out because the mental image of that empty corridor i'd wound up in was super unnerving.

(one other dream under the cut)

so last night i dreamed that the school you work at had another campus on Long Island, close to where i used to live - it was either in Sayville or Patchogue. you told me about it one day and i was like "oh, cool! maybe i'll swing by and take a quick look at it!" so after i left school (?) i drove down Montauk Highway for a while until i got close, then parked my car somewhere and went the rest of the way on foot - it was located on this narrow brick road which may or may not have been strictly a pedestrian street, i guess. and this building was HUGE. like, it had to be five or six floors, absolutely enormous, covered in vines and ivy... i think it was the end of the school day and for some reason i could just walk inside lmao, so i did. wasn't too impressive indoors, just kinda looked like a normal school. it was getting dark when i went back outside, and i guess normally they just had a string of white lights that meandered along the front of the building, but maybe it was close to the holidays because the entire thing, all this ivy going straight to the top, was draped in multicolored Christmas lights. i was like :O and decided immediately i needed to get a picture to send you. fortunately, i had a camera on me. also ran into two guys i knew in the dream - one was someone i went to school with IRL, the other idk - and they were like 'oh, we'll help!' but mostly they were just horsing around and getting in the way. i didn't want to use the flash so i'd get a nice pic of the lights, but my hands aren't steady so i couldn't get one in focus - the best one was just SLIGHTLY blurry - and finally i decided to come back tomorrow with like, a tripod or something, and also when these dudes weren't here to mess around. but when i came back, only the one string of white lights was on... same thing happened a few more days and i was going to just send the best one, but finally they were on again. i hadn't brought my camera so i tried to use my phone, but then... i woke up (and ran out of message space lmao)

#dream #could not stop thinking about that hallway at 4am...

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Onerous

ENDWALKER SPOILERS 6.0

((Whoooooooo boy. Couldn’t htink of what to write mulled it over for hours, finally brain went “Oooh, walking!” and then brain went “Ooooooh Ultima Thul.” Okay, fine, been meaning to write fleshed out retelling anyway... almost 3 hours later and I’ve been in tears multiple times re-watching the UT cutscenes, some of which I hadn’t watched since the first few days of Endwalker. Here we gooooooo))

“Don’t worry about us. You must take the next step, and all the rest after that!” Alisaie’s voice rang out, echoing in the empty space where the twins had just been standing. They had smiled, as had all the rest, as they had been whisked away, a sparkling rainbow aether bridge leading her to the apex.

Karo’s knees hit the grass as she keened into the silence, forcing breath into her lungs. Breathe. She had to breathe.

Just take the next step? How? How was she supposed to do that? They had fallen, once more, disappearing from her sight, by ones and twos, until, yet again, she stood alone. The strangeness of this place weighed on her, the wrongness of it all as she grasped for aether that was so thin–so very thin it might not as well exist. The thought of drawing on it horrified as well, knowing that the only aether here came from her companions–and to use it might mean weakening them further.

Thancred had disappeared first, just like he had once before when being called to the First. The revelation of how and why had tempered her spirit as denial had been her constant companion. She had watched him leap at Meteion before all had gone black. He had always had the trick of holding his breath for entirely too long, and it had allowed him the edge to save them all in the instant of clarity. Now he was giving that breath to all of them.

“Survive,” he said. That’s what the Bringer of Despair had told them, and they had no reason to doubt, especially with the whisper of it ringing in her ears. Short, to the point, and with more meaning in that single word than the longest speech could have portrayed.

Estinien. Why did he have to give that little smile? Giving the wind to carry them forth as effortlessly as he was lifting them to safety himself. He had, in a way, caught on to what needed done faster than Karo could comprehend what was happening around her. Her mind hadn’t stopped spinning since she had seen the dragons–Midgardstormer’s kin–wallowing away in the despair of this place.

“The rest is up to you.” It wasn’t something fair to say, not while fighting that fight of pure emotion, finally unlocked and clear after all these years. Using his love, compassion, and a strength beyond measure to guide them along the correct path. For as Alphinaud said–he wouldn’t lead them astray.

Urianger and Y’shtola. Going as a pair again, leaving her nerves frayed, down to half of those that had arrived. Her endless confidence and thirst for knowledge leading the pair, his steadfast love and support to ensure they did not waver a single step. How was she supposed to take the next steps forward, knowing, dreading what was to come.

“With you to urge us on, how could we possibly fail?” Such faith, such courage, such conviction. Karo knew she had the physical strength,her doubt finally overcome in that aspect with all that she had done so far. Mentally the screams taunted her reminding her that she would be alone till the end of days, all those that she loved sacrificed for this one chance. The nausea built in her stomach, watching the twin currents barrel upwards, knowing another step was opened.

G’raha. She wasn’t sure if she was going to be able to forgive him. A third good-bye, another promise. Clinging to his scarf she whispered harshly not to do this to her once again–in this world of machines that far out-stripped anything his Allagan studies could have dreamt of. He had brushed her hair to the side, kissed her sweetly, and made her promise to not give up, because they were going to have those adventures, and see those sights, and take her book to all the places she described and expand on what she had written.

“We’ll travel the lands, cross the seas, and take to the skies upon the eternal wind–and it will be marvelous! It will…” She had sobbed in his arms before he kissed away the tears and she gritted her teeth. He spoke eloquently of his experience, and oh–how proud she was of him finally coming to terms with his blended soul. It didn’t hurt any less to see him proffer his hand to the Omnicron, and disappear from view as Alisaie cried his name in the way Karo wished she had the voice to do as well.

And now Alphinaud and Alisaie were gone as well. Karo knew she was on the brink of giving in, but every little brush of the faintest aether carried on the gentle wind reminded her that they were still there. As long as she drew breath, there was a chance.

“Now then, did you forget about me already?” Ardbert’s voice rang clear in her soul, warmth enveloping her in that ghost of a hug. Leaning into it, she felt calmer already.

“If you need a push, I’ll be right there behind you.” she crawled to her feel, already feeling stronger, inhaling deeply. “I meant that you know, and I’ll be here for you, come what may,” He was right, she knew. Straightening her armor, checking her bow, brushing off the hint of dirt off her knees, Karo looked forward to the bridge, phantoms dotting the landscape ahead of her.

“Go on now,” she could hear the affection in Ardberts voice, and for the slightest of moments, physically felt that push he had promised. Choking back a mix of laughter and tears, she took the first onerous step forward.

#ffxiv #ffxivwrite2022 #karoiseka #scions #ultima thule #endwalker spoilers

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