#anyone is feel to run hog wild with this

[mrowtastic]

Ok I had a cool Idea about a dp x dc au that i want to throw out here.

The story takes place after the show. Everyone is in their early-mid twenties, (I'm thinking the Trio is around 22-23 and Jazz 26-27, depending), Everything that happened in the show happened here. It's been over five years now and Team Phantom is a well-oiled machine of ghost kick-assery.

The Drs Fenton are retired from the ghost hunting business. Inventing new gadgets and theories is their game and they enjoy it. They have gladly passed the torch to their two kids that they are so so proud of. (Maddie insists that they call at least once a week to chat).

Everyone has stuck together. Amity is healthier (ghost-wise) and is particularly peaceful. The gang goes to the same college (take your pick, i prefer Gotham thanks to ghosty biz), and realize just how much their ghostly know-how is needed outside of Amity. (Maybe Gotham calls in a favor and asks them to [spiritually] clean up her streets to help with the strain of everything?).

Team Phantom comes out of retirement to address the spiritual turmoil, hunt down naughty ghost, help the dearly departed to the other side, and steal mementos, haunted artifacts, and other dangerous occult items best left to the dead. The more morally-grey parts of the job force the Team into stealth mode. They work mostly at night but can work during the day depending on the mission. In order to stay anonymous they have motorcycles (with their assigned colors, the sporty kind) with helmets. (I'm imaging so many motorcycle chasing scenes. Maybe the Fentons invent a ghost whip that snags ghosts mid-chase? That sounds cool).

It's easy to get what they need between Sam's and Danny's wealth, Tucker's programming skill, Danny's engineering skills, Jazz's organizational skills, and Sam's ability to see the big picture. It's just like old times.

In a sense they make themselves a superhero group. To everyone else, however, they have come out of nowhere and are way to skilled to be newbies. It has the bats and other heroes scratching their heads. Shenanigans ensue. Constantine loves them and loathes them in the same breath. The Bats are running in circles because How do they keep getting away?

Everyone gets a superhero identity:

Danny: Sticks with Phantom. I know, boring, but no one outside of Amity really knows about him. (I'm thinking an info blockade from the government like in so many fics). He specializes in all the ghostly, magical parts of their exploits. Anything that needs to be done regarding ectoplasm and weird symbols is his business. Also is the only one able to make chemicals needed for their weapons and handle a hammer for repairs to equipment. I imagine him in either a black trench coat or motorcycle jacket with combat boots, black jeans, and regular black t-shirt. He wears goggles like Maddie's. (Like mother, like son). They make him look unhinged.

Sam: I'm leaning towards the name Thorn? She's the sharpshooter. The muscle. She can and will crack your head between her thighs and possesses 90% of the trio's impulse control (in most situations). I imagine her in knee-high, laced up, goth boots, leggings and killer skirt with a leather jacket and crop top. Her colors are still black, purple, and green. She is SWOLE. I love her.

Tucker: Now, I'm not sure what his name would be but he's basically the field tech. Having an on-site hacker is super useful. He's got twenty ways to get into every building. Security means nothing to him. He's great at stealth (not counting Danny cause ghost powers) and is great at thinking on his feet. His color are black and orange. Instead of wearing his red beret and yellow shirt duo he wears sneakers, tech glasses, a motorcycle jacket with a hoodie attached.

Jazz: Prophet is her codename. She's the lady in the chair. Tucker may make the programs that run the computer, but only Jazz can run them efficiently. She gets them where they need to go, gets them out of tough situations, gets info, assists Tucker, and so much more. Also, I want her to fly a ghost jet. I dont know why but she would be so cool doing it.

#dp x dc prompt #dc x dp #dp x dc #had ideas for sketches but they're not coming out rn so i thought id throw this out here in the wild #I may add the art later if i can get it out so stay tuned #Also had a cool scene in my head I may write out later #anyone is feel to run hog wild with this #if anyone writes anything tho please tag me!

[kisskiss-slashslash]

Hey 🙂

Really enjoying your writings.

May I request the slashers - the usual suspects (Jason/Michael/Sinclairs/Thomas) and anyone else if you want, mistaking their fem s.o for being romantic with someone else (like the situation with this other person looks totally sketch and could be construed for something not so innocent but its absolutely innocent - s.o would never cheat).

How would the slashers initially react and how would they feel and go about the situation.

❤

Warnings: Implied sexual harassment

Slashers and mistaking their s/o for being romantic with someone else

Jason Voorhees

He sees you holding a male camper’s hand as you walk away from the camp, and finds his heart breaking. Is he not enough? And if he isn’t, why would *that one* be?

Jason follows the two of you quietly, trying to see where this is going. He does not want to believe that you would truly cheat on him. But you give that camper sultry looks, and every time you do, Jason’s heart breaks a little more.

Finally, you arrive at a small clearing, far away from the camp.

“Now come on, honey, let daddy have some sugar”, the guy says, making grabby hands in the general direction of your chest.

“Oh I’ll let you have *something*, alright”, you say with a grin and, in one fluid motion, pull the small knife from your pocket and bury the blade in his throat.

“Shhh, no screaming, we don’t want to alert the others now, do we?”, you coo in a faux-comforting tone while his yellow camp shirt slowly turns red.

Jason comes out from between the trees and looks at you, bewildered.

You give him an apologetic smile. “There you are, love. Did you see all of that? Sorry. But this one was so gross that I just had to kill him myself.”

Now Jason just feels silly for ever doubting you.

Vincent Sinclair

He finally leaves his workshop for the day and wants to spend the rest of it with you, only to find you on the couch, with Lester leaning on you. It definitely looks like you’re cuddling.

Vincent feels like someone pulled the rug from under him. If you were to ever leave him, he would expect it to maybe be for Bo, but for Lester?

You and Lester both look up, and now Vincent notices that his youngest brother looks, quite frankly, miserable.

“Lester isn’t feeling well”, you tell Vincent in a soft voice. “Bo just left to the next town over, to get some meds, and asked me to take care of him until then.”

Lester coughs heavily. “Sorry, Bro. Didn’t mean to hog your girl.”

With his jealously forgotten, his protective older sibling instincts kick in, and he quickly sits down on Lester’s other side, putting his hand on his forehead. The youngest Sinclair is definitely running a decently high fever.

“If you let him lean on you for a bit, I can get up and make him some tea”, you say, and Vincent immediately agrees.

Freddy Krueger

He does not like you cozying up to other people, and being stuck in your subconscious, unable to do anything unless you fall asleep, sure isn’t helping.

Why are you watching horror movies with this loser? Why are you laughing so much? There you are, even casually mentioning Freddy by name, that should be enough of an indicator that you are unavailable, so why is this idiot still here?!

Once you fall asleep, Freddy confronts you about it. “I’ve killed significant others for less petty reasons before, bitch.”

“Okay? Sorry that I was trying to help you, I guess.”

“Help me?”

“Uhm, yeah? Did you not hear me tell him about you? Take a wild guess who the guy is gonna be thinking about when he goes to sleep tonight, and how those thoughts are gonna make him feel.”

Freddy presses his lips together. “...Fine, I guess. But next time, find a way to tell people about me without whoring yourself out to them, got it?”

Brahms Heelshire

You are getting just a tad to friendly with the new grocery delivery guy, and Brahms does not like that. It gives him flashbacks to Greta. So he tries to keep your attention away from the guy as well as he can. He unplugs the phone every time he calls, he demands your full attention during the times the man would be there and just generally tries to keep your eyes where they should be.

Finally, you have enough.

“Brahms, what is going on?!”

He keeps his eyes fixed on the ground. “Do you love him?”

“Huh?”

“The delivery man. Do you love him?”

“Wha- Oh. Is this what this is about?” You sit down on Brahms’ bed and gesture for him to do the same.

“That man is my cousin”, you finally tell him. “Kinda distant though. I found out when I did one of those genetics tests you can order from the internet for fun.”

“So… You’re not gonna leave with him?”

“Hell no. I told him I got a great thing going here. But he’s also the only blood related family I have any real access to here, so I’m trying to maintain a good relationship with him.”

“Oh… okay, I think I understand.”

Bubba Sawyer

Subtle flirting is kind of part of business, especially when dealing with customers as a woman. You explained as much to Bubba when Drayton had the idea of you earning your keep by helping out with peddling his chili to people. But that doesn’t mean he has to like it. In the rare cases where he gets to watch from afar as you charm the customers into getting seconds, he finds himself irritatedly fiddling with his chainsaw.

One night, you come home, pull the hair net from your head and heavily sit down next to Bubba.

“What a day”, you grumble. “I swear, some of these people think they can treat me however they like just because they pay some chump change for Drayton’s chili.”

Now that catches Bubba’s attention. He looks at you, confused.

“What, you didn’t think that I *like* getting hit on by randos every day, did you?”, you say. “I want to tell them that I am married, but Drayton doesn’t want me to. Says they’re paying for the view and that feeling like they’re encroaching on another guy’s territory is going to scare them away.”

Now Bubba coos empathetically and begins rubbing small circles on your back, to help you relax. Now that he knows that you don’t like it, he feels a lot better about it.

#slasher x reader #jason voorhees x reader #brahms heelsire x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #freddy krueger x reader

[epitomereally]

Celestial Navigation by @sabrecmc

18 year old Omega!Tony finds himself Bonded to Captain Steve Rogers. He isn't happy about it until he is.

An absolutely gorgeous story of learning to love yourself, even when you feel like you don't fit in & that you grew up wrong. I'm so happy to have gotten to bind this mammoth work for Sabre & as a gift exchange for @mourningmountainsbindery (who bound me this beautiful copy of Astolat's Let the River Run—JUST LOOK AT THAT COVER!).

Also to anyone who has @ed me lately (looking at u, em @powerful-owl & tacky @tackytigerfic particularly) & I've been derelict in responding, here is WHY.

This has been the longest binding project I've undertaken, both in page count and in time. My original message to Sabre was on March 16th—can't decide if I want to use the laughing or crying emoji here—and the colophon says I made the book in April 2023 (which was when I started typesetting, maybe). I had been randomly perusing dying videos on Youtube in bed on a Saturday morning, as one does, and came across a video showing how to spiral tie-dye. I IMMEDIATELY had a design premonition of the full design for this fic as a two-volume set, planted into my brain wholesale by the binding gods. I learned many new techniques throughout the process (edge painting, edge trimming/sanding, tie-dying/dyepainting, embroidery, typesetting meta from tumblr which copy-pastes with the worst goddamn formatting in the world, kill me now). Overall, alternately extremely painful & wonderful, and I'm extremely proud of this set.

Design-wise, I went whole-hog with the scifi stars theme. Endpapers are recolored versions of the star charts from the Apollo 11 mission:

Title page & chapter titles are both rips in the galaxy:

Epigraphs both star-themed:

Some more glamor shots because I'm so proud 💕

8.6 lbs // 3.8 kgs worth of books (~3000 total pages) 🥰

Celestial Navigation is also INCREDIBLY popular, and Sabre has been incredibly generous answering asks on her tumblr + writing additional one-shots in the universe. There is also a veritable volume of fanart. I was so inspired by seeing @robins-egg-bindery copy of ********, with its appendix of fanart & meta, that I promptly copied them.

fanart redacted because lots of the artists are no longer active on tumblr but just know i am ECSTATIC about the amount of art in these books

Lastly, I love how @clovenhoofbindery includes their 'Illustrator mess' with their bind posts, as a behind-the-scenes look into the wild process of designing these books. I don't actually have an Illustrator mess for this book (the chapter titles & title page pretty much came in one take), but I do have a DYING MESS. It took me sososo many tries to figure out how to get the dye to look how I imagined in my head. I ended up 'dye painting' instead of tie-dying in the end, but my inbox is always open to chat hand-dying/tie-dying/dyepainting (or what I did differently between any of these attempts). Numbers are the dying attempt.

Last process shot: I hand-dyed variegated linen thread to match the colors of the bind, which ends up being incredibly difficult to see on the finished bind, but was super fun while I was sewing!

Materials:

Body font: Kepler

Title font: Compaq 1982

Chapter number font: aliens & cows

Endpapers: recolored versions of the star chart used by Michael Collins during the Apollo 11 mission (archived at The Smithsonian)

Bookcloth: dyed using Dharma Trading Procion Fiber-Reactive Dyes

Title page and chapter headers: designed in Photoshop using the Ultimate Space brush pack by jeffrettalyn on DeviantArt

Metallic embroidery thread: Cosmo Nishikiito thread

I would dye for this embroidery thread. It is LIGHT YEARS better than the classic metallic embroidery thread from DMC: much easier to work with & much more sparkly. Literally so eye-catching; it truly doesn't translate to photos.

Paint for edges: Daniel Smith watercolor tubes in Iridescent Sunstone and Prussian Blue

Note: these are GORGEOUS watercolors. The color is so saturated and strong and beautiful BUT I don't think I'd recommend watercolors for edge painting. They went on very differently depending on the grit of the sandpaper I used for the edges + they sometimes bled into the pages + they had to be set with fixative, which then stuck the pages together.

#blood sweat and TEARS into this bind #and now it is DONE my god #stony #stony fanart #celestial navigation #my fanbinding #posts i actually wrote

[owlespresso]

pregnancy hcs. ayato, childe, diluc

warnings: spice beneath the cut tbh this is pretty fluffy. I've just had it on the mind for the past few days. Shoutout to @seakicker whose writing I have recently devoured like a wild hog who has found a trove of succulent mushrooms.

ayato

Before you begin exhibiting basic symptoms, he already has his suspicions that you might be pregnant. He can tell from slight changes in mood and extra fatigue and dizziness.

He's overjoyed at the news, of course, but with it comes an entire list of things that you're not allowed to do, eat, or drink. He consults with the proper professionals (only the best for you) and together they carve out a schedule and a list of rules for you.

...Most of it involves not intaking any dangerous foods. However, you're also not granted the opportunity to leave the estate unless he, Toma, or Ayaka are accompanying you. He has a vast network of enemies and rivals and he wouldn't put targeting his pregnant wife past them.

Should you complain about being bored, he coos at you sympathetically and assures you that this is for the sake of the baby's—and your health.

He's incredibly unbothered by any mood swings and it's difficult to be self-conscious when he's all over you. He has a raging breeding/pregnancy kink that he's never bothered to mention, but it's impossible to hide when he's fucking you at every opportunity. He is enamored with plush of your stomach, the fullness of your breasts—he likes to have you on his lap while he's doing paperwork, so he can idly squeeze and tease you, pinching your sore nipples and whispering praises in your ear.

Gods help you when your milk comes in. This man will not leave you ALONE.

childe

Not only is he a terrorist, but he is also a bona-fide family man! He's overjoyed at the news. The words have hardly left your mouth and he is already gathering a plethora of names for you to consider AND talking about the layout of the nursery.

He's building furniture and doing all of your chores and is very excited to go to whatever the Genshin equivalent of IKEA is. Honestly, he might just go hack down some trees and start building with that. He's hyperactive and is also eager to prove to you that he can be a reliable caretaker.

When he's not running all of the errands you would usually take care of, he's at your heels to make sure you have everything you need and that you're not straining yourself. He grabs things off of shelves you can't reach and shoos you away from the sink so he can wash the dishes. Your portion of work around the house is abruptly yanked away from you, so you have plenty of free time.

He lays in bed next to you and rubs gentle circles over your stomach. He murmurs soft reassurances to both you and the baby before you fall asleep. As excited as he would be to have a child, he knows his line of work is extremely dangerous. He doesn't talk about it much, and pivots away from it should you bring it up. He stays awake long into the night, staring at the ceiling as every possibility, good or bad, runs through his head.

During the course of your pregnancy, he ensures you feel well-loved and paid attention to. He spends countless hours loving you into the sheets, rendering you boneless his fingers and his lips and the thick length of his cock.

He hardly leaves your side. When he's not cooking all the weird combination foods you're craving, he's sweeping you off your feet, kissing you and squeezing your tits and cooing about how cute you are, like this. He's just obsessed with his cute little wife and obsessed with being in between your legs, making your thighs shake as you cum around his mouth for the third time.

diluc

Is more nervous than you are. He doesn't typically deal with pregnant people, like ever. He owns a Winery. They're not allowed to drink! He's immediately calling on any and every professional and learning all he can to ensure you have the safest and calmest pregnancy anyone on Teyvat has ever had.

He's a little. Fervent about it, at first. He nearly demands you stay in bed as much as possible and is hesitant when you want to go into town. After much reassurance, however, he will accompany you wherever you want to go... as long as you hold onto his arm the whole time and remain in clear viewing distance.

Similarly to Ayato, he's amassed many enemies and his greatest fear is losing you to them. He's doing his best to keep calm and collected, but he does go through some of the same symptoms that you suffer from, though not as severe as yours. It's both the combined stress of becoming a father and the empathy he feels for you. He doesn't like watching you get sick or upset.

He paces around the house like he's running drills.

But he has everything in hand. He stays home whenever he can afford to and is just... in awe? At the idea that there's going to be a small person who will be like you and him? He hopes the baby is more like you.

He is also very much fascinated with the changes in your body. He's cuddled up to you whenever possible, but that naturally evolves into his hands groping your thighs, gently caressing over your stomach, sparing cursory touches to your chest. Simply sitting next to Diluc often evolves into him fucking you nice and slow into the sheets. Sex with him while you're pregnant is always very tender, often paired with massages before or after.

The warmth he emanates helps to relax tense muscles and the pleasure he lavishes you with helps you forget whatever mood swings or other adverse symptoms you might be facing. Diluc, above all else, is going to take care of you. And if taking care of you mandates that he wring no less than three orgasms from you, you'll just have to cope with it.

#diluc #childe #diluc x reader #childe x reader #genshin impact x reader

[rreskk]

I desperately crave more writing of Trevor and his mommy kink, the way you write him it’s so 🧡🧡🧡 I just want to hold him

WHOOOOP WHOOOOOOOP! I don't know about you... But Trevor's fixation with mature women makes my heart beat twice as fast. We love a man who can both slap and stroke.

Summary: He loves when you lecture him. This time, Trevor wanted you to punish him.

TW: -Smut

Pairings: Fem!reader/ Trevor Philips

Word count: 3048

You felt hands cradle your stomach as you look in the mirror. Trevor appeared from behind, nuzzling his face into your neck and looking at your reflection. You wore this amazing, slim and black dress. He couldn’t stand another moment without touching you — resulting in this fine gesture of his fingers slowly feeling the silky fabrics.

“Mm… so hot.” He’d murmur, holding you closer.

“Where’ve you been, Trevor?”

“Busy.”

You frowned, reaching out to caress his hair as he left trails of kisses on your neck.  He glanced up and noticed your disapproved look. He couldn’t understand why you’re always angry at him.

“Why you mad now?”

“You didn’t answer any of my calls or texts.” Your hands idled over his ones that continued to fondle your stomach.

“Hah, who are you?” Trevor grinned at you through the reflection, “my mother?”

His taunting behaviour didn’t aid your understanding. He ignored your scowl and lowered his lips, kissing every inch of exposed skin while he mangled your hips and ass with his criminal hands.

“You act like you need a good old mothering.” You muttered under your breath

Trevor came to an eruptive pause. His hands tugged onto your dress, a desperate attempt to make you look at him. When you didn’t bother looking, he took your jaw and made you gaze into the mirror; gazing right at his reflection, the visible, upset eyes hallow and dim. Trevor burnt sorrowful daggers at your desirable lips. You questioned his mother’s parenting? That shocked him.  He wanted to yell and insult (as he would for anyone else), but because it was you — it made it harder.

“Don’t be hard on me. I came home for you, my girl. Give uncle T some slack.”

“I give you too much slack.”

“[y/n], don’t be like that.”

“what do I be like?” You rolled your eyes, “If I didn’t care, I’d let you run wild. You want me to care?”

He nodded, intensely staring as you lectured him.

“Do you want me to look out for you?”

He nodded again.

“Then don’t get pissy when I’m doing my job. If I wanna know where you’ve been, you’ll tell me. Got that?” You lowered your tone after realising how intense you were getting, not wanting to vex him any longer.

Trevor grumbled something inaudible before giggling to himself. Whether he wanted a reaction, he received one. You had slapped his hands away in retaliation, hogging your frame to yourself; the selfish and sexily aggressive passion making him stand back to admire you.

“Shit, sorry Mrs Philips…”

He found this amusing and you only had your doubts about it. He never listens, as per usual.

“Shut up, Trevor. I’m being serious—“

“Woah, hey. I know, darling,” despite your efforts to keep space between you, Trevor reached for your wrist and caressed your bare arms — “Have some fun. I’m only joking around.”

Just some fun, right? He had the audacity to shrug off your care and love. Besides… All he ever wants from tormenting is your reactions, and he somehow adores every single one; your anger, disbelief, misery, excitement. But his all time favourite, your anger. He finds it extremely sexy.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Oh come on, seriously?” Trevor started to believe your truthfulness as you slapped his hands away (again) and paced off into the bedroom.

He followed closely behind, beginning to feel entitled to himself. There was a worry that clogged his throat. You’ve never dismissed him so suddenly and easily… He doesn’t like it, not at all.

“Go away.” You warned.

Trevor refused. He grabbed your hips and whined loudly.

“Please, [y/n], come on…”

“No.”

“Baby, please—“

“I’ve sacrificed so much and you don’t bother back,” He flinched at your aggression, “You come home, high as a kite. You leave home, drunk as fuck. I constantly have to clean up your mess and I’m sick of it!”

Trevor whimpered when you pointed at his chest.

“You, Trevor Philips, need to get a grip. I ain’t gonna be here much longer if you don’t follow my advic- no, if you don’t follow my orders. ‘Cause one day, you’ll regret it.” You paused and looked at him. He was stunned.

Looking like he’s saw a ghost, Trevor inhaled sharply and just looked at you. There was odd fascination hidden in his stoned eyes, threatening to make an appearance. Trevor couldn’t comprehend the situation. He felt… small. You, his lover, was standing before him, shouting and barking; putting him in his place like the brat he was… while wearing this slim, black dress that showed off all your wanted features and curves. He grunted and felt heat rush to his lower body, and he didn’t even hide it.

In fact, he made it quite obvious.

Trevor tugged on his trousers and glanced down at the occurring boner, giving it a gentle shake as you refused to acknowledge it.

“[y/n]…”

“What?”

He vulnerably shuddered and said…

“please… Yell at me more.”

“Huh?” Confusion painted your grumpy face.

“Yell more, at me. I deserve it. Gimme more. C’mon, gimme worse.”

“Trevor, I—“

“[y/n],” he became desperate, “fucking make me cry.”

You stood idly for a couple of minutes, inspecting if he was being serious or not. Silence was becoming the dominant factor of the conversation and Trevor’s eyebrows furrowed in disappointment. He crossed his arms and leaned forward, his head almost colliding with yours.

“Why ain’t you saying anything? I deserve it, don’t I? Am I a stupid, foolish idiot, huh? Am I really a fuckin’ endangerment to you? Or are you bluffing, maybe talking crap for the sakes of being a sexy… fuckin’ woman, fuck!”

Trevor rubbed his face before giving you a clean grin.

“Baby, please, just give me your worse. I wanna see Hell in your eyes. I’ve been a bad, bad man, haven’t I?” His teasing tone had triggered sudden arousal as you observed him like a hawk. Your eyes were squinted and mouth twitched into a discreet smile. He was practically pleading for you to hurt him — finally!

“Bad is an understatement.”

“So prove it to me! Jerk me off into a cup, slap me around; we got options, baby!” Trevor snickered.

Once again disgusted at his use of unnecessary vocabulary, you pushed him away and reached for your high-heels. He didn’t even complain. He stumbled back against the wall with a smirk, watching the way you effortlessly slide your feet into these black high-heels. And when you began walking around his tiled trailer, God! The echoes, the sounds… It reminded him all too much of someone close to him, someone who he protests to be a good mother; despite her neglectful nature. Nevertheless, you cared. You cared better than that woman he called a mother. Trevor never… Knew how to come across it, resulting in these petty arguments and bickers.

Even through the rocky slide of your relationship, you never fail to turn him on. Especially when you’re wearing something so seductive and alluring. He felt invited to your beauty – to your feminine touch.

“Christ, O’ Mighty…” He’d murmur at your exposed thighs and calves. His eyes trailed from your legs to your hips that swayed when you were mobile. The hostile violence behind your heeled steps made it even worse.

“I don’t know why I bother,” You called out from the living room, “I try my best with you.”

“Then why don’t you punish me…”

You rotated to face him; completely taken back by the suggestion. Trevor stood in the doorway, his sight fixated on your body, and his face remaining slothful. He acted as though he didn’t mention that suggestive comment.

“What?”

He made eye-contact and tilted his head, “I’ve been a bad boy. I need a certain… Maternal discipline.”

He looked as though he could rip that dress off you in less than a minute.

“You want to be punished?”  

“Yes. Bad, hard, rough. I need to learn my lesson from you, sugar.”

“It’s not a punishment if you enjoy it.” You remarked.

Trevor considered your note and shrugged. He stepped a little bit closer and gave you a small, cheeky smile.

“Make me hate it.”

You both had quietened down. The only thing audible is Trevor’s meek and old TV that would statically buzz whenever the system was down (thanks to the Sandy Shores reception). You hesitantly enclosed the space between you and whispered in his ear.

“Get on the bed.”

With inhuman speed, his limb body shuffled towards his double mattress and immediately jumped on like a boy at Christmas. He rubbed his hands together while watching you walk closely behind.

“Ohhh, yes… C’mon – “ Trevor was cut off rudely when you snatched the belt from his ripped, faded jeans; shoving the leather into his mouth and squeezed his jaw to tighten so he was biting it. He wheezed at your momentary domination.

“Keep it into your mouth.”

You rummaged through his drawers until the prized toy was found hidden underneath his layers of filthy socks and underwear. The black straps was placed around your groin, and with one clip, you turned around to reveal a 7 inch dildo strapped to you. His eyes widened with enjoyment and arousal. Squirming and whining through the belt stuffed in his mouth, he felt you tug his trousers down. Trevor’s erection was free from the imprisonment and lied against his lower stomach. His tip was bursting with torture and distain. The oozing white fluids had built up continuously as you dismantled his underwear and had your beautiful, delicate hands grasping at his meaty waist.

“Mngh!” He tried to communicate but ended up gagging. The urge to spit the belt out was huge, yet he didn’t want to disappoint you anymore… He wanted to be a good boy, for now…

“You’re gonna take this – “ You pushed into him, grunting at how tight he was before hearing him loudly moan, “Shit… You’re gonna take this like a good boy.”

Trevor was no stranger to the strap on, instead, it was his guilty pleasure. He was lied on his back; the sight of you hunched over his helplessly body, slamming that dildo in and out with his own cock throbbing and growing in size due to the erection. It would fall back against his lower stomach, sometimes straight up in the air; all depending on how much force you rattled against him when abusing his anus.

“Maaama!” He cried.

“Look at the mess you’re already making.” The motherly tone making him squirm further.

“Maaama, argh!”

You fastened the pace, ignoring your black dress that began sticking to your figure as you grew sweatier. With the high-heels still on, you crawled over the bed and dug your knees in the surface, gaining a better angle of his access and thrusting aggressively, the black dildo being half contaminated with this bodily disgusts.

Trevor chewed on the leather belt, his hands groping his own nipples in support for your ruthless pleasure. He began tearing up and crying out your name, which has now been changed to “mama” and “mommy”.

“Good boy… You’re taking it so well.”

“Maamaaa, ah! Urgh! Mngh!”

“Shh, focus on me.” You chimed, still holding his waist as you bashed his anus.

He looked at you through his eyebrows. And you smiled.

It made him whimper at how gentle you were acting, even though he was being fucked by you. His hand fell from his nipple to your wrist, the physical affection begging you to praise him more. The stars in his eyes telling you that he’s extremely fragile.

“I know, baby… C’mon, you’re doing so well. Make me proud? Take it all in, yeah?”

He nodded frantically and lifted his legs to wrap around your black dress, ignoring how he was creasing and ruining the material.

“Good boy. Take it all in…” You’d lilt before thrusting the whole length of this dildo in his slutty hole. Your groin, the straps including, would collide with Trevor’s hips; the signal that he’s got all of it buried in him, just like a good boy.

“MAMA!” He was completely wrecked now. So much so, that he moaned so obnoxiously that the belt fell out of his mouth, leaving behind a line of saliva and drool that troubled his chin and piled up on his collarbone.

His cock was twitching uncontrollably as you began thrusting rapidly again. Trevor’s freedom to speech had altered in broken slurs and moans of desperate.

“I’m gonna cum! O-Oh, fuck! Fuck me! Fuck!”

That wasn’t going to stop you.

The repeated pattern of shamelessly attacking his anus only quickened, even through his orgasm. You watched attentively as he’d shriek out in pleasure, his cock squirting out onto his lower stomach while you continued ramming him. He was an easy guy to please, a known “one pump chump”, but the more orgasms, the more you’re going to enjoy playing with him.

“FUCK! Oh, OH! MAMA, Please… Please! – “ Trevor passionately praised your name, rubbing his cock raw in attempts to recompose his boner (that took seconds to reappear).

“C’mon, keep on going…”

“I can’t. Please, mommy, mommy! FUCK ME!”

“Keep it together, Trev.” You’d smirk and position his legs around your shoulders.

“Mhmm, I can’t. I love you, I love you! Fuck… Please, [y/n], harder! HARDER, mngh!”

“God… You’re such a manwhore, aren’t you?”

Trevor whimpered, “Yes, I am mommy’s manwhore. I’m mama’s toy, her favourite boy. PLEASE! Please, ohhh… Fuck, I’m gonna cum again! – “ And he did, not even 5 minutes from his first orgasm. The guy is a sucker for some dirty talk.

You grinned as his boner spazzed again, adding to the pool of semen that huddled his small tummy pouch.

“Thank you! Oh, mama! Thank you!”

“We aren’t done, Trevy. One more time…” You enjoyed seeing him squirm so girlishly. Big, bad Trevor Philips having struggle holding his cum for a massive black 7 inch cock.

“Argh! Oh, please… [y/n], fuck – I mean, mommy! Please, please… I can’t!” He moaned.

“You can.”

Trevor’s nails dug into your wrists as you fucked him good. There was non-stop crying and whining from the man. He was twitching underneath you, his dark eyes burning holes at your dress, obviously fantasying while you thrusted in and out.

“Mama…” He panted, “I’m gonna cum again.”

“Already?”

He winced at your antagonised voice.

“Please, Oh… fuck me. FUCK ME, HARDER!”

You nodded and doubled the speed until he was the typical sight of a slutty man; eyes rolled back, tongue hanging out, hands barely gripping yours. He didn’t bother keeping himself still. Every time you rocked forward, his body jerked up. You were fucking a human doll and he loved it.

“Eyes on me, Trevor.” You sneered and grabbed his jaw, forcing him to stare before the aggression had made him weak to the bone again. He whimpered and glanced down at his tummy.

You raised an eyebrow, following his lead.

His cock was seeping cum again. You were impressed at how fast and hard he can orgasm, in a short notice as well. Trevor seemed distressed at the overstimulating sensation of his hot semen abusing his stomach. He gasped for some air, feeling you slow down.

“Fuck… Mama…”

You descended the cock from his anus and stood back, taking the strap off as he lied there for some recovery.

“Ahhh… [y/n], that was so fuckin’… God, I’m…” He was still dazed and unconsciously staring into space.

You began wiping away the cum from his body before he lashed onto your thigh, shoving his face into your chest and mumbled subtle praises and shaky “I love you”s.

“Come on, Trev.” But he wouldn’t budge. You had to place the damp towel down and crawled into the space beside him, caressing the back of his hair as Trevor rendered the back of your dress. You didn’t care. It was too warm anyway, and it wasn’t like you were going out now.

He zipped and mangled the straps of your dress, throwing them off your shoulders until your chest was fully exposed to his hungry eyes.

“Whatcha want?” You whispered.

“You.”

“You want me, baby?”

“Mhm…” Trevor grumbled before cupping your breasts into his hands. He seemed tired now. The dildo and your fiery strap on had left him fatigued, in a nice way. He was simply resting against you, in your lap, and being the most relaxed (that you’ve seen in ages).

His fingers groped the skin of your nipples then he’d lean forward, bringing his mouth close. You shuddered after his lips sucked on your tits. Trevor’s drooly tongue had fondled the tip, loving you externally as he’d open his mouth wider, fully handling your breast into his mouth.

“Shit…” You groaned softly, your fingers tangling in his thin hair.

“I love you,” He submerged from your chest, “I love you, I love you – “

“I love you too.”

What felt like weeks, almost months since you both exchanged such a intimate moment. Trevor smiled at you, his hands slowly stroking your cheeks.

“I love you.” His lips cruelly extending into a smirk.

You chuckled your head and rolled your eyes. Of course, he won’t stop being annoying. He likes to purposely press your buttons.

“Oh, hush,” Your arms wrapping around his shaky frame – “You still sore?”

Trevor nodded, “The good kind of sore.”

“Are you tired?”

“Maybe… Are you still going out?”

“No.”

You watched his eyes squint in victory. His grip on your cheek grew more heavy, like he was planning on keeping you around, in bed.

“Good. You’re fuckin’ staying with me, sunshine.”

“Lucky me.”

He scoffed at your sarcasm before snuggling into your breasts again, “I’m tired.”

“You look it.”

“Sleep with me?”

“…Alright, alright.” You nodded your head and smiled.

Trevor’s eyes lit up drastically and he planted his face between your tits, his eyes closing and fingers mangling with yours. A personal pillow? Yes. You grunted at his body weight but caressed his scalp and watched him fall asleep, knowing damn well that he’ll either play up more in the future, or he’ll stick to being mommy’s little boy… Either way, if it results in him being away from trouble itself, you’re happy to care.

#trevor philips #grand theft auto 5 #gta v #grand theft 5 #grand theft auto #trevor gta #gta 5 #trevor philips/reader #trevor philips x reader #grand theft auto v #gta v trevor #grandtheftauto #trevor philips headcanons #trevor philips/you #trevor philips fanfiction #trevorphilips #my fanfic writing #my fanfiction #asks #requests

[stillness-in-green]

On Chapter Posts (and What Comes After)

Just a heads-up to everyone that, at least for the time being, I’m putting the chapter posts on moratorium.  I’ve been far more critical than not for months on end, and while I do get some satisfaction out of the venting, it’s just gotten more mentally demanding than it’s worth.  Compliments are easy and fun to write!  I always end up feeling like I have to do more writing to support negativity, however, providing enough explanation to support my complaints, and often going even further to anticipate and preemptively counter responses.

That big slab of nitpicking sits at the top of my to-do list week-in and week-out, a responsibility to keep on top of lest I fall behind, pushing answering asks and working on other projects behind it, and with the chapters of late having become incredibly demotivating, not getting them done means I get nothing done.  It certainly doesn’t help that Horikoshi’s writing has become so dependent on fake-outs, asspulls, retcons, and purposefully misleading cliffhangers, all of which make it unrewarding in the extreme to put effort and thought into meaningful analysis on a chapter-by-chapter basis.

I apologize to anyone who was really enjoying them—I’ve had a number of people tell me they love my meticulous breakdowns, and I’m forever grateful that my anal-retentiveness has found some like minds!  That said, please don’t fear that I’m out of the BNHA analysis game entirely!  I’d just rather focus my attention on larger-scale material, subjects that require analyzing the work as a whole, rather than the week-to-week grind.

First up will be clearing out my ask backlog—not, I think, a terribly burdensome prospect this time—as well as give the Mina fan the answer I promised them months ago to their last reply in our series of lengthy exchanges about Chapter 383.

Afterwards, my current and wishlist projects include:

Below the jump, I've compiled a list of my projects, meta and fanfic alike.  Feel free to skim through if you’re interested in what the chapter posts have been keeping me away from!

Meta Projects:

An absolutely massive documentation of heteromorphobia in the main series and Vigilantes that I’ve been erratically working on since March of last year—41 pages and I’m still only at the beginning of the war arc!  I’ve been trying to decide if I want to just start posting this in arc-length breakdowns or finish the whole thing first for optimal organization and presentation, though I suppose I could do the former on tumblr and the latter on AO3. Anyone have a preference?    

The much-delayed essay laying out the evidence for the possession plot with AFO and Shigaraki not being the originally intended endgame for those characters, at least not in the form it wound up taking.  Currently six pages, this one is still mostly bullet points; it also hasn’t been updated to reflect some of the more recent wild inconsistencies.  I’d like to give the series time to wrap up whatever it’s going to do with AFO before I publish this one, in case of eleventh hour reveals, but there’s certainly a lot of draft work I could be doing in the meantime.    

Some follow-up/companion pieces to my MVA In Memoriam series.  I’d like to go back to the PLF Spotting posts, which were intended to run through the anime’s treatment of the PLF in the war arc, and I’ve also been compiling points for a schadenfreude-y post on the dazzling variety of ways the anime’s butchering of MVA has complicated its own future as an adaptation.  This would cover things like the anime having to hastily jam in the CRC scene as a flashback because, whoops, it turns out heteromorphobia is going to play a major role in the climax, or the whole-hog deletion of Curious talking about quirk counseling, given that Horikoshi would later directly depict how said counseling exacerbated the psychological abuse Toga was already facing from her parents.    

An essay I promised an anon last year about my perception of the MLA’s ideology.  I’m salty about what the lazy, rushed writing in the final arc has reduced my favorite villain group in the manga to, however, so at this point, I want to do two things with this piece.  First, analyze why the MLA's current portrayal is so problematic*—what they say doesn’t even match up with who they are and how they act now, much less in their MVA portrayal!  Second, discuss how I write them, extrapolating from the non-caricatured aspects of their portrayal with the intent of offering a version of the MLA who are still extremist, cultish villains but who are allowed to have some proper nuance, and an ideology that’s actually consistent with their history, their tactics, and their MVA-era characterization.    

A number of shorter fancies and trifles that I’ve thought about and taken a few notes on, but have never gotten around to fully drafting:      o A post on how heroes and villains respectively engage with dramatic unmaskings.      o A post on directionality of movement in visual media, highlighting some particularly interesting examples in BNHA to discuss what those examples indicate about the characters’ mentalities and the narrative’s silent, implicit judgement thereof.      o A post on how frustrating it’s been to see all of Toga’s powers and abilities get retroactively leashed to—and limited by—her girly love-love emotions.      o A post on the chronic underestimation of Shigaraki Tomura and the woes it consistently leads to.      o A post or two analyzing the final beats of each chapter in the War Arcs with the aim of critiquing the way the series undermines the threat presented by the villains during said arcs.

   

Fanfic Projects:

On the fanfic side, it’s been frustrating me for months now that I haven’t written a substantial piece of non-prompt-driven fanfic for BNHA since January of last year, and even that's being generous with the word "substantial." Before that, I'd have to go all the way back to 2020 to find a non-prompt-based fic with a distinct beginning/middle/end. Suffice to say I’ve got lots of projects on that front!

While the rest of these are all BNHA fic, I do have a Gundam IBO fic I'm, like, two-thirds finished with the final chapter of that I badly want to finally, finally finish. It's basically down to an awkward conversation or two and a pair of wedding vows I've consigned myself to writing by virtue of drawing attention to them in the preceding chapters, RIP.    

The perpetually languishing Obon fic, in which Re-Destro has a lot of feelings he is taking care not to examine too closely about his ancestors. Six thousand words and not even halfway finished.    

The self-indulgent ShigRD mermaid fic, which has a number of cheerleaders in my friend circle and also my id.    

Finish the MLA May AUs.    

I'd like to circle back and write something for those last three days of Spinaraki Week Level 3 I never got to.    

Brainstorming two distinct massive fix-it fic AUs I would at least like to draft some solid outlines for, even as it's unlikely I'll ever have the patience to write all the scenes about the kids they'd require.      o "Forward Different" (the current name on the OneNote tab) would start from the first war arc, being faithful to the canon up to that point, but with major and minor changes that ripple outward to take the story farther and farther from canon the longer it progresses.  (In that story: the MLA not folding like a bad hand in the raids, a Lady Nagant who's true to her professed hatred of empty platitudes, OFA being less of a perfectly good pushover, etc.)      o "Backward Different" would also start from the first war arc, but things would drastically diverge almost immediately because of a number of strategically placed changes to prior events and character motivations; these would be wildcards to be uncovered or deduced as the story progresses.  (In that story: Aoyama was revealed as the traitor all the way back at the training camp, cast members who actually matter turn out to be MLA, OFA is less of a perfectly good pushover, etc.)      

I also have a number of deeply backburnery ideas, still more in the category of "idea" than project, that I could to move to more active project status.      o The one where my might-as-well-call-them-my-MLA-fancharacter has to team up with Toga post-Jakku and travel across a rapidly unraveling Japan in order to meet back up safely with their allies.      o The one where I use an OC detective to examine the official response to the Shimura massacre, and how it got squashed.      o The Kotarou Lives AU, in which Kotarou survives said massacre. Look, gang, I just really want to write about AFO gleefully and aggressively coming on to Shimura Nana's deliciously bitter, traumatized, handsome, ignorant son. I also really like my idea for a lead-in/stinger on this one.      o The one where Geten busts himself and his allies out of prison, be it the canon-verse story with his now-confirmed cell neighbor Mr. Compress or the teenaged AU where he gets thrown in the same high-security juvie Mustard is in.

And that's about all I can dig up out of my notes at the moment. Let me know if there's anything you guys are particularly interested in, though priority is likely to go to shorter or more fully developed projects. Thanks for reading!

(* In the academic sense, not the moral one.)

#bnha #-ish #chapter thoughts #my (prospective) writing

[allsassnoclass]

#2 from the drabble list!

alright, shaking things up! getting wild!

luztoye: "This makes it easier to identify them."

“Hey.”

Joe glances up from the crude spear he’s whittling as George flops down next to him, pack dropping to the ground with an encouraging thunk.  Joe lets out a breath he’s been holding since George and Lipton set out early in the morning.

“Got anything good?” he asks, surreptitiously checking George over for injuries.  His shoulders are slumped and there are dark circles under his eyes, but his skin looks smooth and unbroken, even under the few bruises and smudges of dirt adorning it.

“Maybe,” George replies, pulling the pack towards him and unzipping it.  “I might be able to fix the radio now, if we’re lucky.  Got some wires, tools, and a switch.  Found a pair of scissors in case Doc needs them once we regroup.  Grabbed a few more maps, some protein bars that seem alright, more dish soap… Not much, but it was pretty picked over and we couldn’t stay long.  Lip spotted some zombies in the distance.”

Joe nods grimly, peering at the tangle of wires crawling over all of the other items in the pack.

“Nixon’ll throw you a party if you can get that radio working.  You missed another briefing about connecting with that group across the ridge.”

“Yeah?  He say anything useful?”

Joe shakes his head.

“Just that another colony of zombies has moved between us and more bullshit over being sure no one shoots a human when we do eventually move.”

“Remember,” George says in a pretty good impression of Nixon, “zombies are pale, undead, and trying to eat your face off.  This makes it easier to identify them.”

Joe snorts, turning back to his spear.  They’re running low on bullets, but Nixon is getting antsy about reconnecting with the group across the ridge.  They need weapons, no matter how crude.

Joe never met the group across the ridge that everyone seems so eager to get back to.  He has no clue who Richard Winters is, or Ronald Speirs, or Bill or Buck or Talbert or a million other names that have been thrown around since he fell in with George’s group a few weeks ago.  He may not be missing anyone over there, but he knows the value of safety in numbers.  If George hadn’t found him camped out while scouting for more supplies for that damned radio, he’d probably be dead by now.  It’s difficult for a guy with one leg to outrun an entire colony of zombies even when he’s well-fed and well-rested, but Joe’s supplies were dwindling.

From the way the others talk about it, the group across the ridge is sitting pretty in a gated area that they’ve fashioned into paradise.  They have a garden, chickens, a doctor’s office, and enough people making supply runs that it almost feels like before the outbreak.  George says that their small group got separated on the biggest supply run they’ve ever attempted while trying to find if there are other groups of survivors in the region.  It was supposed to be a three-day expedition, but they’ve been camped out in an abandoned warehouse for nearly a month.

“God, Joe, I can’t wait for you to meet the others,” George sighs wistfully.  “They’re gonna love you.  You and Bill are going to get on like a wildfire.  Don, too.  Winters is going to want to know everything you saw out there.  And can you imagine sleeping in a proper bed, or at least a mat instead of the floor every night?”

Joe hums.

“I’d let you share my mattress if we don’t have enough,” George offers.  “I’ve been known to hog the blankets, though.”

“I’ve been told I snore,” Joe says, refusing to imagine actually getting under the covers with George.  He hasn’t gotten this far in life by indulging in useless fantasies.

“Aren’t we a match made in heaven,” George says dryly.

“Won’t happen unless you get that radio working and let Nixon compare notes with his boyfriend,” Joe reminds him, testing the point of his spear.  It’s not much, but it’ll do in a pinch as long as the person doing the stabbing puts some effort into it.  It probably won’t kill a zombie, but it’ll sure slow them down.

“Yeah, yeah,” George says, closing the pack and getting his feet under him.  “Duty calls.  No rest for the wicked, and all that.”

He gives Joe a lazy salute and hefts the pack up on his shoulder.  Joe watches him walk away, eyes roaming over as much of his back and he can see with the large camo jacket covering it.  George glances back and catches him at it, raising his eyebrows with a smile.

“I could always use the company, if you want to carve some sticks by the tech area instead of getting wood shavings all over where we sleep.”

Joe doesn’t consider himself good company on the best day, but he’s starting to get the idea that he’ll do whatever George suggests.

George doesn’t wait to see if Joe gets up to join him.  Joe tests the point of his spear again, then sighs and grabs his crutch, hauling himself up to follow.

#my writing #luztoye #band of brothers #it has been YEARS since i posted anything for bob #but when i originally asked for these prompts i said if you didn't specify i'd do another fandom #so! luztoye zombie au i guess! why not!!!!

[dirtytransmasc]

Do you think in any of the other avatars that Quaritch would kidnap spider to force him join him by showing that the sullys won’t come for him

Personally, no, Quaritch respects his son to much to force anything on him, at least at this point. unless something drastic happens to his character that would turn him so cold and desperate that he'd go against his own need to protect his son's happiness and well-being over his own desire to have him (he never chases spider when he runs off, and I think this is a super important detail. after his initial kidnapping, Quaritch never forces spider to really do anything. The kid actually seems pretty free to do what he wants, so long as it doesn't get in anyone's way. that's my personal interpretation of events, but I think Quaritch knows enough about being forced and controlled to know he doesn't want that for his son.).

he wants spider to be safe and happy, spider is safer with the sully's, because the RDA will kill him, the sully's might kill him. if sider doesn't want to come with him, he won't force him.

we also know that when it comes to spider, he's very against torture/abuse. we know he had a visible reaction to spider being touted, we know he never really played mind games with the kid, and we know how feels guilt for however his original self treated spider as a baby. I have a hard time seeing him doing anything to hurt the boy, when he already carries so much guilt over whats already happened to him.

I think he'd do what he could to persuade him, temporarily drag him away to beg him to come with him, to stay with him; but I don't think quaritch would actually kidnap Spider or play those sort of mind games with him. unless of course, he gets some sort of arc where he basically loses it and goes hog wild.

#miles socorro #miles spider socorro #spider socorro #spider quaritch #avatar spider #spider avatar #quaritch #miles quaritch #avatar miles quaritch #avatar quaritch #recom quaritch #avatar #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #I will admit my interpretation of quaritch is very optimistic #so this is very biased torwards that idea of him #but I truly think it would take a lot for quaritch to willingly hurt his kid #and I think that he would rather give spider up to a family he knows he has a better chance of survival with #than to keep him to himself and put him at an even greater risk of being killed by the RDA #no matter how much it killed him to let him go

[princessfbi]

Hi!

For the subtle prompts, if it’s okay to send something other than on the list I’d like to request “If I could, I’d keep you here forever” or “I wish I could keep you here forever”

If not, I’d also love to see “Shh. There’s people in the other room.”

Thank you! 😁

There was something so soft about Eddie when he slept. It made him look younger even as the slackness of his soft, perfect mouth would dip into a frown since he was cursed with the perpetual resting bitch face. Buck supposed there was a price that came with Eddie's beauty and for Eddie he had to pay the RBF tax of answering, "yes, I'm fine!" to anyone concerned.

But he had other quirks in his sleep too. His nose would scrunch up in annoyance if Buck moved around too much; his arm would tighten around Buck’s waist to pull him closer. Eddie would tuck his face in the curve of Buck’s throat and bully him into a position that let Eddie put the weight of his chest onto Buck’s shoulder.

It was like a heavy softness that Buck didn’t know how to hold. Not without ruining it for good. But he couldn’t pull away. Not when the storm outside was enough to rumble the whole building awake but Eddie didn’t even stir. Instead the heat of his breath escaped from his mouth like the tide, back and forth and back and forth on Buck’s throat until his pulse was hammering in anticipation of feeling it again.

Because Eddie felt safe with Buck. That's what he had said. And Buck's world was still being rocked by that confession.

Eddie’s scar was almost faded into his shoulder. You wouldn’t have noticed if you didn’t know where to look but Buck had its location scorched into his memory since the moment Eddie got it.

His face went soft and slack then too; in surprise rather than sleep before it tightened with fear and pain that had Buck scrambling across the concrete to try and soothe away.

Lightning flashed and Buck caught a free leg of Eddie’s kicking off the blankets, exposing Eddie’s skin. His Achilles’ tendon, his calf, the back of his knee he swore wasn’t ticklish but always nearly breaks Buck’s nose whenever he kisses it. The slope of his ass, the dip into his back, and the miles and miles of muscles dotted by freckles and rose and fell with every REM cycle breath. All of that clung to Buck, either holding onto him or pressing against him that he was always within reach if Buck needed him; wanted him.

Buck didn’t know when Eddie would start to believe that Buck wanted him. He always wanted him. He just didn’t know that Eddie had wanted him too and now that they had each other, Buck didn’t want to let go. And how much he wanted Eddie made all the clingy voices of doubt in his head run wild.

Buck dropped his hand down to the possessive arm that always seemed to wrap around him no matter what position Eddie ended up falling asleep. He trailed his fingers up and down the forearm. It was a hypnotic motion that had sent Eddie straight to sleep after two and half rounds of intense making out and even more intense fucking. The kind that made Buck cry of desperation and Eddie’s voice got that husky hoarse sound to it that demanded the half part.

And maybe the reason Buck loved this Eddie, the one drooling on his collarbone and clinging like a koala even in his sleep, was because this was the Eddie he loved the most. Not that Buck had gotten around to saying that. He would rather eat glass than rush this, thanks.

But this Eddie, quiet, soft sleeping Eddie was just... Eddie. Not Staff Sergeant Diaz. Not Firefighter Diaz. Not Mr. Diaz. Not Edmundo or Eddie go help so and so.

He was just Eddie.

Soft, loving Eddie that let himself be a little selfish by hogging the bed and Buck without restraint.

"I wish I could keep you here for forever," Buck whispered into his hair.

Eddie just breathed out a sound and pressed impossibly closer to Buck's side. He was a searing line of heat where Buck could feel every inch of him and Buck didn't want to move.

But sleep was pulling him under and making every blink heavier than the next.

So, Buck pressed a kiss to Eddie's hair and soaked in the sight of him as the lightning outside flashed with a rumbled thunder clap that said the storm was moving away. Buck extracted himself from under Eddie's weight and rolled, smiling to himself as Eddie unconsciously rolled with him and pressed up into his back. That same possessive arm slung across his waist and Eddie's nose sought out the hollow curve of Buck's throat. Back to chest. Knee to knee. Closer than possible and just the two of them.

Someday soon he'd say those words.

#911fic #evan 'buck' buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #buddie fic #answered #prompt game #my fic writing #spicy writing #royal fic writing #anon #evan buckley

[beware-of-the-princess]

More Ana Dress-Up

So recently we got together to plan stuff... and ended up playing Ana dress-up instead. This wasn't entirely unhelpful though because we're still figuring out what a good "default" outfit for Ana should look like.

This was our starting point:

First thing that got added was the tail-band. We thought it was nice to give Ana some jewellery that accentuated her non-human anatomy. Ana's tail kind of has a mind of its own, especially when her emotions are bubbling up so we wanted to make its positioning easier to make out. We also added the shoulder pads because we thought they help her look regal and intimidating while also having similarities to some of those classic disney princess dresses.

Next came some experiments with Ana's neckline. With Ana being a large character with a higher body:head ratio, we thought about accessories that might help draw the reader's eye to her face so her expressions didn't get overlooked. Some of them being halter-tops also help with giving our princess the proper chest support a girl her size needs, which (as one of our members pointed out from personal experience) is one of the complications that comes with having a full bust. We also like the halter-top idea because it leaves Ana's shoulders on display and shoulders are one of those body parts that big women (or just ones with broad shoulders) are often made to feel insecure about.

After that we went hog wild experimenting with heaps of different looks. First we went for some very simple options:

Gold trim:

Simple Blue:

The "Queen of Hearts" (that didn't end up looking much like the Queen of Hearts and we didn't end up liking it that much anyway)

Midway through hiding and editing layers, we saw the black lines from the "Simple Blue" on a plain white dress and it didn't look too bad.

So we thought we'd try a couple of variations on that, but incorporating how the "Gold Trim" design had its vertical line closer to her side. This gave us:

"Modern Sidelines"

And "Modern Sidelines but Swooshy"

We quite liked how these dresses looked on Ana, especially how having a vertical line running down her flank helps define her pose. Ana, being twelve feet tall, has to do a lot of leaning over and her roundness makes it harder to tell how she's standing when drawn from a distance. Unfortunately despite loving how Ana looks wearing these, they're probably a little too modern to be her default outfit. (Don't tell anyone, but demons are allowed to be anachronistic for... reasons...)

Anyway, we tried to incorporate that vertical line into a more fairy-tale appropriate outfit and came up with this very rough design.

"Corset Sidetrim"

We felt like it looked a lot better than the "Queen of Hearts" but suffered from the same problems, as they're based on clothing that's designed to slim the tummy which is something we didn't really want to do. We decided that this pose wasn't ideal for trying to get something like that to sit nicely on Ana anyway and to come back to it another day.

Then we ended up talking about how Ana's clothes would fit around her tail. If she had a dinky little tail that was just a solid black line it would be easy to draw it just slapped on top of the clothes and it would look like it's just coming out through a small hole, but our princess has too much heft in her tail for that! The obvious solution was to just cover it up with something:

Little flap:

Big Flap:

Maybe both layered?

And finally we took the "flap" concept even further and ended up with a Grecian toga inspired look.

And at that point it was getting late so we called it a night.

I would absolutely LOVE to get some feedback on these outfits, or any suggestions for new ones!

#body positive #body positive art #fatshion #plus size #plus size art #monster girl #princess #demon girl #demon #character design #character art #artists on tumblr #illustration #webtoon #webtoon canvas #webcomic #web comics #original comic #fantasy #romance #lgbt #queer

[chronic-ghost]

"send me a ship" meme: naturally I'd love your thoughts on Aloy/Avad! ❤️

who is more likely to hurt the other? As painful as this is, probably Aloy because of that whole, "I grew up an outcast and never knew all the ways you could love someone", and "I'm the key to saving the entire universe so I'm not allowed to be human and feel human things like love."

who is emotionally stronger? i love this question because i think Avad is 100% more capable of processing his own emotions and recognizing what his needs are way more than Aloy

who is physically stronger? this ain't even a question. we all saw those abs

who is more likely to break a bone? most likely aloy because she's out fighting literal robot dinosaurs

who knows best what to say to upset the other? Because Avad carries the emotional weight in the relationship, I think he'd have a better understanding of the things that scare aloy the most about herself. I think he could be really cruel when they fight but he doesn't because gaining her trust was so hard in the first place.

who is most likely to apologize first after an argument? hmm, they do it at the same time because aloy runs into the wilds before either have time to do so. so when she comes back, they both finally can apologize

who treats who’s wounds more often? ooh avad would be a gosh dang pro because he's the only one at the palace awake at 4 in the morning waiting for her to come back so he's the only one who can treat her wounds

who is in constant need of comfort? i think comfort can come in two folds. aloy needs more emotional comfort because she doubts herself in a relationship. but avad needs physical comfort because she's gone so often

who gets more jealous? aloy because she definitely struggles with the finer details of human relationships

who’s most likely to walk out on the other? aloy because its easier to leave then feel what she's feeling

who will propose? avad will have this entire elaborate, thoughtful event plan with fireworks and songs and flowers - and aloy will take him up in a hot air balloon and pop the question with a rusty piece of metal

who has the most difficult parents? this question made me sad because NEITHER ONE OF THEM WILL HAVE IN-LAWS

who initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public? until they go public, there isn't any handholding. But knowing aloy doesn't do with unprepared human contact, avad starts slow and just touches the back of her hand with his pinkie finger. or even will just ask her when they're alone.

who comes up for the other all the time? im gonna say both because i think they have their own ways of doing it

who hogs the blankets? without a doubt aloy. she complains about the fluffy beds and blankets of a king for about two minutes then she passes out for ten hours straight

who gets more sad? i would say both get dragged down by the past and the future, who they are versus what they want

who is better at cheering the other up? avad always knows exactly what to say to make her feel better while aloy just wraps herself around him

who’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes? aloy cannot get over what a dork ass nerd her boyfriend is

who is more streetwise? aloy because she's been in the world more, but avad understands people better

who is more wise? wise means different things but aloy is definitely more wise beyond her years

who’s the shyest? avad gets flustered most often

who boasts about the other more? avad will not shut up to anyone who will listen about how perfect his girlfriend is

who sits on who’s lap? aloy likes to hang onto him like a little monkey

#THIS WAS SO FUN #aloy/avad #horizon #aloy x avad

[paradizetobefound]

The fact the penguin logistics is run by an immortal rapper penguin who has a feud with the head of local criminal underground (over manners and music taste) feels such an integral and normalized part of Arknights lore to me that I somehow assume it to be a defaut knowledge for anyone who touches arknights. If you opened arknights, you might know nothing about oripathy, think the infection causes cat ears, think doctor is a guy who isekaied into arknights world, believe that kal'tsit was doctor's ex wife in the past or that Priestess is named Theresa, you can believe that arts is magic caused by oripathy. You can even think that Bolivar is based on Spain. You can know nothing and have the most hog-wild assumptions. But I will assume you know about the penguin rapper running penguin logistics.

#ramblings

[gg-selvish]

I only ever really Sapnap characterized as the “straight one” in dnf fic which is usually used to contrast how someone reacts to their best friend versus how someone reacts to someone they’re attracted to. That makes sense to me even if it mischaracterizes Sapnap’s relationship with dnf. I’ve read one too many fics where dnf are hitting on each other or flirting or direct it teasingly to Sapnap and have his reaction be running for the hills. Like Sapnap hasn’t leaned into every gay joke or flirtation made by his friends, but he’s got to be the “straight one” because that’s how the straights react and the whole poor Sapnap save him thing. It does serve the purpose of getting Sapnap away, which I do like because I prefer a dnf fic to be just about them and saves me the trouble of having to read people trying and write a character I like, but they don’t care for.

mmm i disagree and also agree with this so this is gonna be long-winded as i often am.

i do agree that the biggest perpetrator of super straight and like... man's man sapnap is dnfers because of this like ur so right and. as someone who reads a lot of dnf i wish they just wouldnt even mention him lmaoooooo reading whatever reason theyve made up to get him out of the house is amusing in an annoying way. i like dnf fics where theyre just alone in the house and no one asks questions why. i read dnf for dnf not for sapnap to be there especially if they're gonna characterize him the way they do. but thats dnfers and they do things their way and thats fine i just ignore it im not gonna police anyone's writing i'm just gonna talk about it on my little blog with like 12 followers and hope no one reads it...

my biggest issue with it and where i saw it a lot in the older days (late 2020 through 2021 especially but it went beyond that too) in a way that really grinded my gears was with this like. one specific breed of karlnap. i used to ship karlnap and LOVED karlnap especially during their initial meetups. im a dnkn shipper til i die there's no reason for me to dislike them. but i just couldnt stop finding myself reading these fics that were just so strange. hyper-masculine sapnap with ditsy effeminate karl in this very very binary way that i just couldn't compute. it not only disagreed with my personal opinions but it would develop into what i saw as a slightly off-putting lack of chemistry and was just really unenjoyable for me to read. it read like m/f to me which is fine but when im looking for mlm fic i want to read mlm. this goes back to wanting queer dynamics in representation of queer relationships (note: i'm using the word representation VERY loosely. im not implying fanfiction is anything close to actual representation). it was just so weird

it's kind of funny because i realized this in a very roundabout way. a friend of mine from outside the fandom wrote and gifted to me a karlnap fic based on the karlnap they had read and it was like the perfect highlight of the dynamics in the ship that bothered me... i loved the fic, still love my friend for writing it, but it really pointed out that the characterization of those two was just so set in stone in those days and i read it but i didn't like it in the long run or as inspiration for my own writing. the writing was incredible, the quality of it was great and it popped off it was amazing. my issue was with the guts of it, yknow? the internal stuff.

that's one of the main reasons i started writing karl differently than i used to (remember when i used to write karlnap? subbottom karl in MY christian minecraft server?) and focussing on kwtnf because i was mad about the sapnap characterization but didnt watch him solo enough to focus on him... then i hyperfixated onto karl and went fucking hog wild with the idea of him and his character in my head. it obviously didnt do anything i dont have any impact on other people but it made me feel better lol

#i said i would never talk about my sapnap thoughts but ur asking very fun questions and i just love a monologue #gentle reminder that characterizations of real people holds no basis in reality whether they're my opinion or anyone else's #karlnap neg ?? just in case idk #ask

[malewifehenrycooldown]

@gayterumi said:

👁️ 👁️ you have my attention and my desire to draw Bad Girl's resurrección

firstly; if you do draw bad girl's resurrección, I WOULD LOVE TO SEE IT!! it's such a specific concept of 'characters in UAA being espada/arrancar' but it has UNLIMITED POSSIBILITIES.

I can already visualise a version of Alice Twilight but her weapons are essentially bone and/or wearing skeletal armour.

GOSH imagine Bad Girl but her bat is spiked or that she can summon barbed wires (brain is thinking about how in death match wrestling the bat is ALWAYS wrapped in barbed wire + set on fire).

these are like two ideas but MAN if you do draw bad girl's resurrección i'd LOVE to see it!

also more thoughts down below about this silly incoherent au that I'm now taking seriously...

secondly; i know with an au such as this that people would instantly think 'Oh Travis becomes a soul reaper like Ichigo' BUT that's not what i want to do with this AU - it feels a little predictable to do such a thing. It also kind of hogs the spotlight away from other characters that otherwise don't get as much central focus. For that reason I'd probably give the central role to either Shinobu or Kimmy Howell.

On one hand Shinobu's dad is canonically dead/murdered in NMH1 and you can make the case of 'he was killed by an espada or even by the soul society', because he was an ex-espada or ex-soul society member who had dirt on the respective associations (really depends on what route you want to go in). you can have her run into travis, a soul reaper who is tasked to operate in Santa Destory because the rate of spirit energy there has gone up and it's attracting hollows - and so you can have the same old thing of Rukia's powers get transferred to Ichigo'' but the genders are reversed and now Shinobu has to take on the role of being a substitute soul reaper. And Travis is just. panicking on getting back to soul society in time.

As for Kimmy, you can have her belong to a family of well renowned musicians but anytime she plays music at home, school, in a professional setting or even in a musical instrument shop, she starts seeing ghosts. This can sort of explained as 'ghosts find classical music to be soothing especially for ones that haven't made their way to the other side yet.' Maybe during a professional performance at Santa Destroy Stadium a hollow comes rushing in because of the mass gathering of ghosts/souls that haven't passed on to the next realm and it puts so many people in danger that in this specific AU you have maybe both Travis and Shinobu show up - and things just spiral from there.

Have Travis play rukia's role. Have him be the fish out of water. have him be the one to lose his powers in order to help shinobu or kimmy fight any hollow attack. have him tag along as an reluctant mentor figure to shinobu or kimmy. i think that's a genuinely missed opportunity that the NMH series didn't take seriously or not as seriously as I wanted it to, because it does provide genuine development to travis as a character and as a person. he is capable of doing a lot more good than he thinks, its just that his way of doing so is through violence.

I mentioned that I think Sylvia should take up Urahara's role, because on one hand I think they're both similar in a way that they kinda pull the strings a lot for specific events to happen. But a bunch of other characters like Thunder Ryu, Dr. Juvenile or Dr. Naomi could take this role too. This one is kind of a wild card, so any input on this one would be great.

Henry takes Ishida's role obviously but without the brashness of 'HEY LETS SUMMON A BUNCH OF HOLLOWS AND PUT PEOPLE IN DANGER. ' rather, Henry here takes a 'break glass in case of emergency' type fire power. I feel that he has an idea of what's going on at the UAA, but underestimates how wide of a problem it is (i.e. everyone there is an Arrancar/Espada).

That's ALL i have at the moment BUT if anyone has some ideas or thoughts about this AU LET ME KNOW.

#Blaidd Tag #gayterumi #replies #SORRY FOR THE LONG RESPONSE I JUST. HAD TO TYPE MY IDEAS DOWN #nomoreposting #bleachposting #if people want to extend this au to killer is dead killer7 silvercase etc. let me know :3 #no more hollows: a nmh bleach au #<- calling it that for the moment until i can think of a better tag #shallow rambles #probably some spelling grammatical errors in here but i do not care I NEED TO GET THIS OUT THERE

[solitarelee]

We need to start treating people who participate in harassment and send hate as exactly as deranged as like, human pet guy, because they are. Do you think the weirdest and most absolutely hog wild people out there don't feel exactly as assured of their correctness as you when you're "calling out" anyone from minor internet celebrities down to, infinitely more frequently, Sam down the road? They do. The guy who wants to fuck albatrosses has the exact same energy of righteous superiority. They become running jokes and so should you, because that is unhinged behavior also. Please drink some juice and find a more healthy hobby.

#solitaretalk #haven't you noticed by now it only sticks when you're torturing little guys #Like. Pewdiepie is goddamn fine. All the cis white men are doing great actually #But half the women are gone and half the trans ppl have probably attempted suicide

[the-firebird69]

Easy Rider (1969) Trailer #1 | Movieclips Classic Trailers

This is the easy part they're saying in the meeting and the going around town say it and they're saying that we're the easy riders can you hear our son saying I didn't get you the Harley-Davidson electric dirt bikes unless they don't have any I said I want to see who would win cuz you guys do those pit bikes all the time. So they arrange the race I said right now man this is Harley-Davidson we're talking about so they said you frog LOL so they ran out and got there little kids they're really bought them and they're real small BMX electrics and they don't weigh much these guys some of the way 90 pounds those guys are way ahead you kept saying it we're getting beat by these kids and now these kids they like 120 some guys are a hundred they'll we behind they feel sick so Jason started winning he's on their on their team and he says it's for a 2024 Harley Davidson fully loaded and super glide and they did several rounds by the time they were done they finally got the bikes there and the windows approached him and said it's way too big for me but I'll take it and we're full of Glee enjoy and BJ said your own code is going to get you I said isn't it your code now and he said it's too big for us anyone take it back and our son said never mind the windows another stuff we're just going to relocate the vehicle and then tried laughing they roared off into the sunset with Jason and company in tow and had trailers within in it and the trumps kept trying to take them and they're not first runs no they are and Jason said wow that's really awesome I said I don't think they know they're trying to figure it out and Jason took them somewhere what a day I felt this is how it's supposed to be and he said you haven't seen anything yet father and mother and all you other guys and gals I didn't do all the work Apollo and got his wife should be thanks this is going to be so much fun and I do need a break a little break and I'm going to get one every which way but lose and you know I'm tired of dealing with these wild hogs someone has to hog tie them they all a bunch of arrogant swine who think this is going to be a real easy ride. So I had to stop you know at some point we have to have them run the gauntlet of some kind and it started laughing and said was trying to get this after all said and done these people the trumps have to be someone else or nobody respects them and what a person to be but Randall text Cobb and raised in Arizona I said they missed a few but not many this is I missed a few I don't have cancer but I do have to clear out some cobwebs and it's from the tobacco like in Marlboro cigarettes and exhaust from the Harley-Davidson man. And boy does it blow so we're going to go with that for now and he said that to Olympus and they're saying stuff like he's trying to make it fit so he can say it doesn't fit that good so he's asking me for a hammer and he'll make it fit that's how it works and it really is and Schwarzenegger is a huge huge fat ass fat boy. So that got a few laughs and that was new water Ariana and it's true it's going to go on and boy is it big it's getting really big finally. And Hera says you forgot one. And no that's pretty good so it's time to party all these movies are coming up and it's because of what's going on tomorrow

Thor Freya

Olympus

Zues Hera

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