#anyway I got weird with it and had a lot of fun

[hecateslore]

Could you do Simon x reader where reader comes home in a rush after work and tells Simon someone was following her home or she felt like someone was following her? Maybe Simon convinces her to quit her job or he starts taking her to work instead.

Thank you!!

of courseeeee

"Hold on I'm getting another call," You pressed answer on your phone.

"Where are you?" Simon said immediately after he picked up his phone. "I just got out of work," You chuckled, unlocking your car door, "Someone's eager to see me." You joked.

"It's later than normal." He mumbled pacing back and forth. "I'm fine," You assured him. "What'd you do today?" You lifted you bin filed with paper work into your backseat. "Just slept and watched tv."

In the corner of your eye you could see a black figure leaning on a car, the sight alone put a weird feeling in your throat. "I bet, when did they say you had to go back?" You distracted yourself, trying to listen to Simon's voice to calm your nerves. The figure moving across the parking garage and coming towards you.

"Sometime next week, they're going to call me, anyway, Why'd you leave late?" Simon asked, "Hold on babe," You paused, watching the figure turn out to be a man in a hoodie and jeans. "Can I help you?" You said watching him approach you, "Can I use your phone?" He asked, "Who's that?" Simon said on the other line. "I'm on the phone with my husband. " You pointed the eight inch screen resting on your cheek. "It'll be quick," He tried. "I'm sorry but no. " You put your had out, moving towards your car. Simon going off on the other end asking where you were, who was that, if you were safe, keep him on the line.

Once he backed off you got into your car locking your doors, still on the phone with Simon, zooming out of the parking lot.

"What the fuck happened!?" Simon rushed you as soon as you walked through the front door. "I'm Fine." You grabbed the hands that rested on the side of your face. Simon looked at you narrowing his eyes, "Don't start." You held your hand up, already knowing what was to come.

"It's unsafe where you work." He crossed his arms, "I know Simon." you mumbled, "He's going to come back, and then what?" SImon trailed you as you went into your closet.

"I have pepper spray," You reasoned, "I'll get a gun, a taser- something." You exclaimed over the conversation. "You don't have to work." Simon said softly, resting on the door frame. "Says the guy who gets shot at for fun." You chuckled, Simon rolled his eyes, "Just think about it." He squeezed your shoulder, "Yeah, Yeah." You waved him off.

#lunden’s response ❀— #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost cod #simon riley x you #ghost mw2 #ghost call of duty #ghost riley

[damiansgoodgirll]

I would like a story where Damian becomes extremely protective of his wife and child after a dangerous event occurs.

i looooove writing about this kind of stuff! let’s say this is kind of an utopia but it could still happen, okay?

anyway

damian priest x reader

‼️angst and fluff

wrong house

your life was perfect.

perfect like in one of those romantic comedy.

you had a loving husband, a beautiful daughter and a big house like you dreamed about when you were a kid. a huge living room, plenty of space for your daughter to run and play, a backyard pool and the classic white picket fence. you were in a nice and wealthy neighbourhood, surrounded by lots of parks and kind people.

what more could you ask for?

a couple of blocks away from your neighbourhood there’s been a few robberies, nothing major, just some teens thinking it was fun scaring old people, but police officers told you multiple times that you didn’t have to worry about it, that they have it handle it.

damian wasn’t so sure about it tho.

he made everything in his power to provide you with a beautiful house, a nice neighbourhood so you could feel safe when he was travelling for work so the idea of having teens breaking into people’s homes late at night made him shiver, especially when he thought about you and your daughter.

“are you sure it’s okay? i can come home early…you know it’s not a problem mi amor” he said through the phone.

“dam…” you said laughing “everything been calm for over three weeks, we’ll be okay…”

“i know it’s just…you know how i get when i’m not home, i’m only thirty minutes away from you and in case anything happens you give me a call okay?”

“i promise you dam…go back to training” you said laughing again.

“i will, tell maya that i love her okay? and that i miss her so much and that i will crush her with hugs and kisses once i come back home” he said smiling, thinking about his two years old daughter.

“i will i promise…go back to training, we’ll see you in a couple of hours…” you said giving him a kiss through your phone and hanging up.

you smiled watching your daughter being completely invested in the cartoon she was watching.

the evening went on normally.

you and maya had dinner together, you got her ready for the night but as usual she didn’t want to go to bed without having a goodnight kiss from her father, so, instead of going to bed, you spent the early night together, watching some cartoons and eating popcorn.

you watched the time and you knew damian would be back in an hour so you took a few seconds to close your eyes and relax a bit.

non even a minute passed that you heard some weird noise coming from the back door.

you knew for sure that damian wasn’t back, you didn’t hear the car and even if he was, you knew he never used the back door, so what was going on?

then you heard them, two, maybe three voices talking softly. saying how hard it was to open your door and that maybe they should go to another house. you prayed that they would let you alone but when you heard the click sound of the door opening you realised it was too late.

you grabbed maya into your arms and pulled her towards your chest. moving fast to the bedroom, you locked yourself in, and then you locked yourself into the bathroom, hiding maya behind you in the tub.

you knew you should have called the police, you knew that but the first person that came to your mind was damian.

you didn’t know what was going on, and if something bad was going to happen you wanted to hear damian’s voice one last time.

“please…” you whispered, waiting to hear his voice.

your hands were shaking and even if you were crying, you were praying no one would be able to hear you from downstairs.

“hey love” he answered.

“dam?” your voice broke.

“hermosa…what’s going on?” he asked, alarmed by the sound of your voice.

“dam they’re here…”

“who?” he knew who, he just didn’t want it to be real.

“someone’s in the house…dam, they’re in the kitchen, looking for something i guess, i’m in the bathroom with maya, we’re locked in…i know they never hurt anyone, they’re just kids but…damian i’m so scared, i don’t want anything to happen to maya” you broke down, trying to muffle your cries.

“listen to me amor, i’m coming back home right now okay?” he said and you hummed “you’re on the speaker, finn is with me and he’s calling the police right now, you stay at the phone with me okay?”

he didn’t know how he was able to remain so calm. in reality he was freaking out, just the thought of you and maya being in danger made his blood boil.

“is maya okay?” he asked.

“she’s okay, she’s scared too but she’s okay” you said, looking at your daughter’s face. she was confused and definitely scared but still she didn’t know what was going on.

“are you okay love? i’m coming back home, right now..you stay at the phone with me okay?”

“okay…” you said.

you hear the noise from downstairs growing closer to you, they were in the living room right now. you were lucky your house was big enough that you had the time to hide.

“damian they’re closer…i can hear them… i’m so scared…”

“i know princesa i know….keep holding on for me okay…i’m driving as fast as possible, keep holding on”

“i love you so much damian…so so much”

“don’t say that like it’s the last time you’ll say this…” damian’s heart broke, he couldn’t imagine how scared you must have been “i love you so much mi amor and i’m not going anywhere, ill stay at the phone with you, finn just told me the police is on their way…”

“okay…” you whispered.

damian kept talking to you but you stopped him when you heard the sirens ringing.

“police is here…” you whispered letting damian know about it.

you heard them breaking down the front door. you heard them chasing the kids around your house and you heard them calling your name.

you waited until they found you. they were police but you didn’t trust them enough to come out yet, you didn’t feel safe. the only place where you always felt safe was between damian’s arms and you couldn’t wait for him to be back.

you and your daughter were brought downstairs. you didn’t care about the broken furnitures, not when something worse could have happened.

damian ran into the house, fighting off police officers who told him to stay outside.

“my wife and my daughter are inside!” you heard him screaming, shoving past one officer.

“dam…” you said, tears running down your face.

“hey…” he whispered hugging you tight. maya was watching the whole scene with a confused smile. she was just a kid, too young to understand what was going on. one police officer was sat next to her, while you couldn’t let go of damian’s embrace.

“i was so scared…”

“i know mi amor, i know…everything is over now, you’re safe, you and maya are safe…” he kept repeating, more to himself, because he couldn’t describe how terrified he was when you told him someone broke into your house.

“i’m so glad she’s okay…i would have fought with all my life if something happened….”

“i know hermosa…she’s so lucky to have you as her mom, i’m so glad to call you my wife…and i’m so happy to see you both here alive, i’m so sorry i wasn’t here”

“damian, it’s not your fault” you said before he could blame himself “you’re here now and it’s all that matters”

“i love you so much…and you too maya” he said moving to bring her up in his arms.

she was just happy to see his daddy smiling at her.

“missed you” she said with her soft voice that always made your heart smile.

“i missed you too princess…and i’m not going anywhere for a long time” he said kissing her head “daddy is gonna stay here with you”

she seemed happy with his decision and so were you.

it was kinda selfish taking him away from his work but he knew that you wouldn’t trust yourself to be home alone for some time now and he didn’t want to leave you alone, never.

#wwe #wwe x reader #wwe imagine #wwe x you #wwe imagines #damian priest #wwe one shot #wwe x oc #damian priest x reader #wwe damian priest #damian priest oneshot #damian priest x oc #damian priest x you #damian priest fanfic #damian priest smut #damian priest wwe #damian priest imagine #damian priest angst #wwe damian priest x reader #damian priest x y/n #damian priest fluff #the judgment day fluff #the judgment day x you #wwe the judgment day #the judgment day one shot

[sadlynotthevoid]

If I had a nickel for everytime I dreamed that Lily was kidnapped and Og!Cale ran looking out for her, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird it happened twice.

In the first one, Lily got kidnapped in the Capital and og!Cale instantly started running around, doing detective work but also really in panic. At some point he figured out who could have a hint on Lily's kidnapper, but the person in question was in the castle dungeons. So he went and straight entered in a room where Alberu was having a meeting with other nobles, not caring at all who was there, and asked him to sign a permission.

Og!Cale: *opens the door* Your Highness, sign this! *Slams form on the table*

Alberu, who wasn't expecting a random noble to crash his office: ...

The nobles: *shoked in victorian era* ...

Alberu: how did you got here?

Og!Cale: I flew through the third floor entry. It has my mom's name on it. More important, I'm in a hurry. So could you sign it already?

Alberu, confused as fuck because 'wdym by third floor entry? That's just a window': *reads the paper* permission to visit the dungeons? Why do—

Og!Cale, too worried to even keep his trash act and also practically a mind reader (not really): My sister was kidnapped and that guy may know where she could be. As I said, I'm in a hurry.

Alberu: That's terrible. *About to sign it* Is there any other way I can help?

Random noble: Excuse me?! Your Highness, this is not according to the protocol. I had to wait for months after my solicitude was sent to have this meeting. Why does he get a special treatment?!

Og!Cale, without paying an eye: Aren't you that Viscount that keeps wasting big sums on gifts for a mistress? *To Alberu* I guess he's asking money "for his territory". I bet he spent all his budget and is trying to hide it from his wife.

The noble: *pales* That— you— Your Highness, I can explain *faints*

Alberu: *sighs* I'll have someone investigate it. *Signs the form* Is there anything else I need to know?

Og!Cale, already exiting the room with the permission at hand: *tilts head* I've heard that people had been dissapearing in the Southwest region. *Narrows eyes* Huh. It's near the Gyerre territory now that I think about it.

Og!Cale: Anyways, goodbye. *Leaves*

Alberu, absentmindedly: So that's what father meant when he said redheads are "a crazy force of nature that could destroy a little country without force".

Antonio, who happened to be in the meeting: *silently having an existential crisis*

It turned out that the culprit was Og!Cale's past teacher (yes, that guy) who was working with traffickers. He wanted to see whether Og!Cale would resolve his "little game" or he would "lose" (have Lily sold before someone finds them). He also kinda hates her because "he lost his student by her fault" (no, it wasn't her fault. He's just crazy).

Og!Cale found out where Lily was being held and he, along with a pair of knights, went for her. All of them had a fun time beating the creepy bastard.

Then Og!Cale walked to their house carrying Lily on his arms.

In the second one, a monster-like creature broke into Lily's room, took her and flew away. Og!Cale was sitting on his bedroom's window and saw his little sister being taken away by a blurr of mass. He jumped out of the window to follow, of course. Then the knights saw a thing flying over their heads and the young master speedruning after it.

Og!Cale: Come back here!

Hillsman: Young master Cale?!

Og!Cale: What are you doing?! Stop that thing! It has Lily!

Knights: Ah! *Start chasing the thing too*

I don't know what happened next because I woke up.

#original cale henituse #og cale henituse #og!cale henituse #og cale #lily henituse #alberu crossman #alver crossman #btw #you can assume alberu ended up pining for og!cale in the first one #they end up together #og albecale

[plantboiart]

Assigning. Greek gods to jrwi pcs. Because special interests go brr

(Clarification for nobody: gods that i think just like. Fit them. Their vibes. Some of these are more obvious than others in their reasonings. Some barely have any reasonings. I’m just in a fun mood.)

Gillion: poseidon would be the easy choice. But. No. Selene. The goddess of the moon. Because moon mom :)

Jay: there’s a lot of good contenders i think. But to me its definitely either artemis or apollo. Both are archers, artemis obviously has the whole huntress thing which fits with her being a ranger, while apollo has the sun thing (lets not get into that convo rn) and prophesies which obviously works with every riptide pc, honestly not sure which one i would go with

Chip: hermes!! God of travelers and thieves and all that fun stuff so perfect for our pirate boy. Also a trickster, and his job as a psycophomp works with the like. Chips connection to the hole in the sea and all that fun mystery stuff

William: the wispy boy himself… now you might be tempted to say hades or thanatos because. You know. Death. But no. Dionysus. Especially in season two. I mean hes the god of madness! The greyscale arc!! Also he’s got his whole weird rebirth thing going on with his mom dying and zeus having to carry the pregnancy to term and all that stuff (id recommend watching overly sarcastic production’s video on dionysus its very interesting)

Dakota: now running into the problem of almost none of the greek gods and goddesses being explicitly heroic. However i have found a fitting answer: Prometheus. Stealing fire for humanity and just the overall care for people? Pretty fitting i think

Vyncent: Athena is a pretty good fit i would say! Clearly capable in battle, he is actually pretty smart once you get past the whole ‘from another world and therefore has no idea how things work’ thing, and just. Idk. Vibes!

Thanatos: well. Uh. Thanatos..? But also i feel like either Zeus or Kronos could fit since they both did the whole overthrowing gods thing! Idk really

Peter: PSYCHE. So immediately psyche. A human who became a goddess, was brought back from the dead by her lover, the goddess of the human soul?? She’s perfect for peter

Rumi: working off of peter! Eros! God of love brought psyche back from the dead just wow now i kinda wanna write a fic thats just the myth of psyche and eros but its peter and rumi instead

Rolan: kinda feel like hades is a good fit. Generally just a chill guy who also just so happens to be the god of the underworld and so people just kinda. Assume hes a bad guy. Rolan is just a chill lawyer who also just so happens to be a bug monster

Kian: now sure i could go apollo because music and blah blah blah or i could go persephone to satiate my shipper brain but. Aphrodite. Goddess of beauty, love, and sexuality? Being a rockstar is just the front he puts on, but beyond that his entire thing is just love. And since eros already went to Rumi Kian gets his mom (sometimes) instead ((also im biased because kian is my fave and i worship aphrodite lol))

Rand: Rand could definitely also have Dionysus but Will already got that so instead! Demeter. Both because Rand obviously has the whole plant thing (yes its a weed plant but its still a plant) and also losing those he loves and then holing up inside and refusing to do anything until he gets them back… rand absolutely would let the entire world starve because he was upset if he had the power to do so

Now for the suckening please keep in mind that im not actually caught up on the series, im still in the like first hour of episode 11 because i am bad at listening to things. But.

Emizel: Ares! Good fighter? Check. Very aggressive? Check. Uh. Honestly idk too much about Ares. But well i still think it fits

Shilo: Persephone. Sweet pretty spring goddess? Yes. Also the queen of the underworld and definitely terrifying if you anger her? Also yes. Fits shilo’s whole ‘oh im just a small innocent boy whos never done anything wrong anyways let me shh this person so they cant scream while theyre being diseccted’

Arthur: …i somehow genuinely cant think of anything. Uh. If anyone has suggestions please tell me? My brain just stopped working

#jrwi show #just roll with it #jrwi #jrwi spoilers #jrwi riptide #jrwi riptide spoilers #jrwi prime defenders #prime defenders spoilers #jrwi apotheosis #jrwi apotheosis spoilers #jrwi blood in the bayou #jrwi bitb spoilers #jrwi the suckening #the suckening spoilers

[sethcertified]

hello! how are you doing today?

can i request stu macher and billy loomis with a reader who’s love language is giving gifts? specifically they hand make gifts for every little occasion or just because they feel like it, but feel guilty if they get gifts themselves? thank you :)

「 LAME ! 」 . . . 📂

scream : billy loomis, stu macher

w.c : 733

⊹˚.⋆ synopsis . . . You give your first gift to Billy and Stu… except you’re a total nervous wreck about it.

⊹˚.⋆ starring . . . billy loomis, stu macher, & implied!male reader

What were you doing?

You asked yourself that a million times now as you made your way back to Billy’s house. It wasn’t any special occasion. It wasn’t even a holiday! Yet, there you were, outside Billy Loomis’s door, gift in hand.

God, you were lame.

You stifled a groan as you stared at the friendship bracelets you had made for Stu, Billy, and yourself. The teasing from them would be endless! Stu would probably love the gift, show it off to everyone. And.. threaten anybody who dared to make fun of you for making the bracelets, saying how much of a queer you are or something stupid.

But Billy..?

Would he even wear it? All your efforts into making the bracelets? Wasted..?

Before knocking on his door, you paused and looked down and just… stared. Rethinking your life choices; however, was interrupted by a certain loud mouthed boy swinging Billy’s front door open.

“Is that [Y/N], I see?!” Stu exclaimed teasingly. He slung his large arm around your tense shoulders, “I was just thinking about you.”

“Hi, Stu.” You said as you hid the bracelets clutched in your hand as quickly as possible. Stu was more perceptive than a lot of people took him for. And pushy. And nosy. Not a good combo when trying to hide something from him.

However, not quick enough for Stu not to notice. He was practically breathing down your neck trying to catch a glimpse of whatever was hidden in your clutches.

“What’s that?” He asked, eyeing you, trying to draw out your secrets with that look in his eyes. That puppy dog look.. Christ.

Desperate to hide the flustered expression covering your face, you played his question off, “What’s what?”

“Whatever is in your hands.” He said quickly.

Caught red handed. Ouch. Your flustered expression dropped into a frown. There was no backtracking now. Stu wasn’t who you were worried about anyways.

“It’s for you and Billy..” You admitted.

Stu was quick to wrap his long limbs around your torso in delight. His hold was tight. Too tight. However, it was impossible not to melt into his grip. He was albeit a big, sometimes scary, teddy bear. One of the cheap ones from the fair though, you thought with a snort. Not stuffed enough, so it’s all lanky and saggy.

“Okay, don’t make it weird when we get in there. Billy doesn’t know.” You practically beg before reluctantly heading inside. Billy was in his room, lounging on his bed, some stupid horror flick. His dark eyes eyed Stu and you as you guys walked in. Suspicion— for obvious reasons. You looked like a nervous wreck, and Stu was bouncing on the balls of his feet behind you. Something was up, and it didn’t take a genius to see that.

“Hey guys,” he said coolly. You waved at him in return before climbing on to his bed. The three of you sat in a small circle, and you never regretted your life choices more. It was far too late to turn back and run and pretend like you never got them the gift in the first place.

Preparing yourself for humiliation, you ripped the bandaid off. “Okay, even if you hate this, please save me the embarrassment, and don’t make this weird. Just pretend it never happened, got it?” The two nodded. Billy— in confusion. Stu— in excitement. You unclench your fist to reveal three bracelets. Matching, too.

“I- uh. Well- tada??” You said awkwardly before shoving the bracelets in their hands, eager to get rid of them.

As you thought, Stu was like a kid in a candy shop. His smile beamed at you, easing your discomfort. Billy observed the little bracelet before carefully sliding it onto his wrist. You watched in anticipation.

“It’s cute,” he remarked gently. His hand cupped yours as he slid your bracelet on your wrist.

“I’m glad you guys like them,” you said eagerly, “I’ve been wanting to get you guys things for ages, but I thought you guys would think I’m lame!”

“Already do,” Billy teased.

That same flustered expression came right back onto your face, but this time it didn’t feel so mortifying. Maybe being lame wasn’t so bad. Staring down at the matching bracelets on all three of your wrists, you couldn’t help but smile.

You really ought to make them more gifts in the future.

✎ notes . . . this kinda sucks so I’m sorry— still just trying to get back into the groove of writing, so pls give me a little bit of patience! but this was cute, so thank you for sending in the request <3

©️ sethcertified 2024

#☆ — sethcertified #billy loomis #scream #stu macher #scream 1996 #billy loomis x reader #stu macher x gn reader #stu macher x male reader #stu macher x reader #billy loomis x gn reader #billy loomis x male reader #☆ — scream #scream x gn reader #scream x reader #scream x male reader

[leporellian]

OH FUCK I DIDN'T THINK THERE WERE PEOPLE ON TUMBLE WHO CARED ABT OPERA HI!!!

im like. i feel like im quite opera stupid compared to Opera People(tm) but i grew up with it so ive seen a whole lot of em

my parents both work in the biz in the way where like. a normal person doesn't know who the fuck they are but i am trying to be vague bc it's extremely possible you would?

anyway point being i am SO used to this being an extremely lame secret i can't tell anyone abt (i got to be a super once and had to literally BEG my friends to come see me even tho it was a comp ticket and even now they joke abt how the fact they still speak to me after sitting through it is a sign they must REALLY like me </3) so it's SO VERY COOL seeing someone else who likes it out here in the wild blue yonder hi hi hi hi hi

hello!!! there are a great deal many of us who love opera here!!! :)

if you'd like to see more opera blogs like myself the trick is usually to go either to the tags of individual operas or to '#opera tag'- '#opera' is a bit too general and gets overrun with aesthetic blogs and the like, haha. a lot of the blogs i interact w/ are also opera blogs too so feel free to check them out

also the 'opera being this weird thing everyone makes fun of' thing is SO REAL. for much of my life, barring my late grandmother, i was the only person i knew irl who loved opera on the level i did. it was at the level that, before she saw for herself, my mom thought papageno and figaro and the rest of them were imaginary friends or original characters i came up with LMFAO. i was often bullied for it as a kid and it was seen as that Weird Stupid Thing only i liked... the fact i was visibly autistic did not help matters either. for so long i was the only one, and it was only here on tumblr that i found people who liked it the way i did- it was only really after my high school graduation that i found people like myself in person.

and don't worry about feeling Opera Stupid- i regularly feel quite Opera Stupid and i am at a theatre college working towards a career in opera dramaturgy. i think everyone feels Opera Stupid at some point (and people that never do are they actually 'opera stupid' ones...)

i hope you enjoy your stay!! welcome to opera tumblr :)

[stygius-cr-sideblog]

You were a child of twelve—an auspicious number, all glory to the Luxon!—when your mother first took you to meet the beacon.

The first chapter of my fic following Essek's one-man beacon heist is up on ao3! Will update on Fridays.

#stygius writes cr #my fanfic! #my fic: a question of access #essek thelyss #[lights up my hollywood exec cigar] it's like... ocean's 11 meets gone girl... #the essek/adeen tag brought to you by the time Matt said as Essek 'we knew each other for a while' #a line that has haunted me for years #but that's just a side dip to the war crimes #anyway I got weird with it and had a lot of fun

[23b0075nke]

"draw your characters as they would draw themselves"

#river flows both ways #i love this a lot bc its got so many layers #how do they express themselves how do they see themselves #dog is COOL GUYS INC. pass the glitter glue #gwen is a tryhard who cant let go of the past also has had a couple hundred years to pick up hobbies #beekeeper keeps it real also collages bc they like collecting bits and pieces (and have unsteady hands) #catamount throws it down quick n dirty and is not interested in finesse or persona #anyway this was mad fun and also a good excuse to fuck around with weird brushes more #peace & love on planet earth #👁 #🔦 #🐝 #🌱

[sameschmidtdiffname]

Happy Trans Day of Visibility to my dear readers and followers!!! (And happy Easter for those who celebrate!)

From the bottom of my heart I just wanted to say I support and love each one of you. Whether you're out, closeted, questioning- you are so extremely valid. Don't let people define your identity for you, don't be ashamed of who you are, and find happiness within yourself.

Now, if I were an intelligent content creator I would have my Transmasc!Reader x Mike smut ready to post today. But I'm not! So I don't! Honestly, with how much work I've had lately I'm still in Febuary mode lmao. So here's a short teaser, and maybe one day I'll get my shit together and post some writing again.

(Notes: This is a copy of my first draft. This work is subject to change and thus will most likely look at least somewhat different in the final work. Content warning for mild NSFW. You are responsible for what you read.)

"Oh, stop," Mike scoffs, rolling his eyes at me as he sprawls across his couch lazily, his work boot halfway hanging off of his toes, his arm spread across the back of the sofa while the other props up his head on top of the arm.

-

I like how the older generation can't handle some light-hearted, meant in good fun teasing.

"Come on, what was JFK like as president?" I tease, leaning forward as I sit on the coffee table in front of him.

"My parents didn't even know each other yet," Mike says in a judgmental yet entertained voice, furrowing his brows and smiling at me as he waves his hand in dismissal.

"Oh! Tell me about Woodstock," I ask excitedly, my palms pressing against the wooden table underneath of me between my widely spread legs, flashing my most innocent, wide, bright eyed smile like an excited puppy dog to its owner.

"The last one sucked," Mike says, short and simple.

"No, the first one," I correct.

Mike pushes me to the side slightly, meant in jest and so he can see what events are unfolding on the television.

"Do you get nostalgic when you watch films about World War II?" I ask in the same excited tone, pushing back and repositioning myself to block the TV further.

"I am eight years older than you," Mike reminds me as if I'd forgotten. "Grow up."

"Oh, Mr. Robs The Cradle wants maturity now?"

This earns me a swift pillow to the head, torn out from under Mike's body as he begins his assault on me, snickering and trying to maintain his less than pleased exterior.

"Come here," he commands inbetween laughs. "You're getting spanked."

"Spanked?" I laugh, raising my arm to both protect my face from the blows of his pillow and to hide the sudden blush that has sprung to my face. "Why?"

"Come on, you wanna talk shit about our age gap, you can be treated accordingly," Mike insists, smiling as he tosses away the pillow to grab at my arm. "On my lap. Come on, tough guy."

The idea makes me dizzy, heat rushing through my body at his words.

"You wouldn't," I laugh a tad nervously, dodging his eye contact.

"Oh, I would. And I will," Mike laughs. "Don't act so innocent now, we both know why you're making these jokes."

I really hadn't meant them in such a way, honestly. To be completely honest, I'm not even really sure how I would go about making such innuendos. At least, not like this. Sure, I can do the blunt, "your mother" esqe jokes that are purely meant for comedy. Flirting, however, is a completely different story.

"I didn't mean it like that," I say earnestly, still avoiding his gaze.

Mike's hand finds the silver chain hanging close around my neck, his hand slowly creeping up my chest.

"No?" Mike asks, his gaze fixed somewhere below my face.

"No," I answer, my tone a bit short but not in an angry manner. More one of embarrassment. Mike quickly picks up on this.

"Something the matter?" Mike asks, cocking his head slightly as his eyes return to my face. I blush again, shaking my head.

"No," I say a tad too quickly. His pointer wraps around my chain.

"No?" Mike asks, echoing my tone with an imitation of my face, though he's caking on the innocent undertones a little too thick. "You don't look so well intended."

"I was just making some innocent jokes and-"

"And now you're turned on?" Mike asks, his middle finger wrapping around the chain as well, his voice dropping in pitch and volume slightly as a small, subtle smirk begins to grow on his face. My chest feels like it's burning now, my face hot to the touch.

"I'm not turned on," I mutter under my breath, a smile unwillingly growing on my face as I look away. I feel a small tug on my chain.

"Look at me," Mike says softly, no reprimand in his voice. I don't, suddenly too shy and earning me another tug on my chain. "Look at me."

I obey, looking up quickly then flitting my gaze away, red in the face, shifting slightly on the table to allow my legs to come closer together.

Mike tuts his tongue against his teeth, pulling me closer to him, gentle on the chain whilst watching me with eyes that feel almost predatory, his lips parted slightly as though he's anticipating something.

"Hasn't your father ever told you to respect your elders?" Mike asks in a husky, deep voice as he pulls me onto his lap, his other arm now wrapping around my hips as I begin to realize what exactly I've found myself in.

-

I know, I know. "Dani, when are we getting some freaky shit back on our feed?" Listen, I'm trying here. The good news is that my IRL work project is going to wrap up here in the next month. The bad news is, unfortunately, I most likely won't write anything until after April. I know, I'm sorry. I only meant for the break to be two weeks, and it's going to be almost two months instead. But in the meantime, peruse my Masterlist and check out some of my upcoming works! And maybe if God decides they love me, I'll be able to post at least a drabble here soon <3

Stay safe, pookies. Please know that you are valid, you are loved, and you are special no matter what anyone else says.

Also, I think I'm a lesbian.

'TILL NEXT TIME, FOLKS! <3

#yall didnt expect that one huh #me neither #if i had a nickel for every time josh hutcherson was involved in my queer awakening i'd have four nickels. #which is a lot. i know you people make fun of him for his SBNN ads but they're effective. i watched one when i was a homophobic 11 y/o. #and now look at me. a certified homosexual *and* transgendered. there really are a lot of gay people in the world josh #im one of them <3 #special shoutout to my homegirl for showing me the doc #i understand yall probably got a lot of questions #i wish i had answers #its been a weird month is all i can say #anyways #mike schmidt x reader smut #mike schmidt x male reader #mike schimdt x you #mike schmidt x transmasc reader #older mike schmidt #fnaf mike #mikeschmidt #mike schmidt fnaf #mike schmidt #mike schmidt imagine #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt smut #josh hutcherson #jhutch

[vriskabot]

davris morning routine hcs?

YOU CAUGHT ME OFF GUARD I WAS PLAYING MINECRAFT cracks my knuckles. this kinda turned into sleeping habit and self care hcs as a whole sorry not sorry -vriska is not a night owl or a morning person but she IS a long and heavy sleeper. do not wake her up before she is good and ready or you WILL get torn a new asshole bare minimum. if the verbal lashing does not work she will escalate immediately and directly to grievous bodily harm -dave is probably the only person who can manage this without dying but even THEN he would much rather get on her ass about going to sleep on time than get on her ass about getting up in the morning -dave is a much lighter sleeper and honestly naturally a nap guy. i think on a genetic level the strilondes dont sleep long even when they DO manage to sleep (dirk and rose are notorious insomniacs) but i dont think dave really minds it -nobody knows when he sleeps but he does! hes just Constantly Around -this was only further reinforced by living with bro and being trained and all that jazz so daves sort of got a built in alarm clock (lol time player) -in that vein dave can kinda predict when vriska is gonna be up based on what time shes gone to sleep so he can be in and out of the bathroom before she needs to be in there which is. a very very good thing -i think dave was a lot more anal (and anxious) about what he looked like when he was a teen (to the point of being unable to leave the house if his hair wasnt JUST right) but hes way more lax about it now -that being said i also dont think hes gone fully curly girl now that hes okay with his hair having a single iota of texture whatsoever. he just combs it into the style he wants it to dry in and lets nature take the wheel after that (its very soft and vriska LOVES to touch and tousle it) -he MAYBE uses a light pomade while wet if anything but thats only if he NEEDS his hair to stay nice all day -vriska on the other hand. woo buddy. -depending on how im feeling about her styling, shes either full 17 step curly hair routine or blowdried + straightened + hairsprayed until its crunchy even if her hair is naturally already straight -like im sorry shes SO emo -i think a lot of that stemmed from the sort of persona she put on to protect herself that ended up becoming her taste Anyway -the full face of makeup + done hair carries a very Intentional feeling that makes her seem a little less off the wall, has-no-clue-what-shes-doing than she really IS -ultimately its about control! having more control over the interpersonal dynamics and the flow of things based on the kind of assumptions people make about her based on the way she presents herself -dave was doing his similarly insane hair routine at 13 14 15 for the same exact reasons -dont let her fool you though its all smoke and mirrors -when she was in her teens it was definitely a full coverage foundation + powder foundation + pencil liner for EVERYTHING situation and loads of dark eyeshadow -in her adulthood though i think shed be alright with like. a much more lightweight base like bbcream or even just concealer in spots for daily wear and she saves the full face beat for more special occasions like dates and shit -as much as i think dave finds later on in life that he actually kinda enjoys cooking, hes not up making a Full Breakfast every day -theyre both perfectly fine with like. toast and microwave breakfast sausage to eat -vriska however is not to be trusted with the stove. she sucks SO bad at cooking save for the few dishes shes ruined enough times that shes got the experience to do it right -both of them are horrible caffeine fiends. they will drink soda or energy drinks with breakfast and then wonder why their fucking stomachs hurt later -i think in the case of NEEDING caffeine vriska is much more varied in her intake sources--energy drinks, soda, coffee, and tea are all viable options depending on how much energy she feels she needs -dave though... he feels like the "starts with an energy drink and only drinks other stuff when he has a craving" kinda guy

-though maybe thats the raging adhd you tell me -their bed is almost never ever made and both of them live in organized chaos. whether or not they ENJOY the chaos is a different story entirely -vriska is a blanket hog AND a pillow hog so they eventually had to settle on each having their own blankets -vriska loathes mint toothpaste and dave is a cinnamon toothpaste guy so you can imagine how much of a eureka moment vriska had the first time she spent the night -and yes that means she was just bearing with the mint because she had no clue there was any other option -uhhhhh i cant think of much else more on this topic i hope u enjoyed <3

#homestuck #dave strider #vriska serket #vriska #davris #davevris #we8comic #ironies in the fire #q+a with vel #Anonymous #I THINK THAT ONE GOT A LITTLE AWAY FROM ME #i had to wrack my brain about morning routines because im not consistent at all with mine #ANYWAY THESE ARE FUN!!! ive actually not thought about some of this stuff a lot so #its kinda interesting to see what bubbles up out of my brain when im presented with an angle i never considered hee hee #dont ask me about the weird gap in the text block. i literally cannot post it without it

[spider-man-2o99]

miguel voice Well. guess im an enemy of the state now. shocksake .

#talking tag #spider-man 2099 #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara #marvel #comics #comic panels #his origin is So Fun...... . . . . sm2099 issues number 1-3 my BELOVWDBELOVEDBELOVED #i loev these panels a lot ive reread them very many times and the origin issues especially r vvv dear to my heart #godd vbbdvbdcbvbnvc the Influence this damn comic has had over my humor... #. #Anyways. small Consistent SM2099 Thing(TM) that we see even here in the origins(!!): ppl reacting 2 mig by going What The Hell IS That Thing #(it is never Outright Commented Upon but literally it happens to miguel so often in the comics that it drives me bonkers yonkers--) #(gnashing my teeth) YOURE SO CLOSE 2 TELLING A STORY WITH MEAT IN IT MARVEL WHY DO YOU SHY AWAY AT EVERY OPPORTUNITY... #sigh. i know why. i know why. (4 them fat stacks babeyy) #thank god we got the internet for all the weird esoteric nerds (me) to complain on at least lol

[sysig]

Ohh I would love to request a redraw of one of your strangels sketches ♥♥♥ if it's not too much trouble hehe, thanks!

Day 19 - The privilege ✨

#Requestober #Vargas #Edgar #Scriabin #Depending on your time zone it still might not be tomorrow yet! It's tomorrow for me tho #I just had no energy today lol I could not get my brain to focus on drawing at all #All that fun data - here's more! #Anyway lol #This happens to be the first redraw-request! Nice #Also for the record Brusk did specify this drawing behind the scenes lol I didn't just pick a random one #Lots of Scriabin resting his head in Edgar's lap around these parts #This was actually a way more challenging redraw than the ones I've done in the past :0 #Since it's only been a few months - considerably less than half a year even! - my style hasn't developed much in the meantime #You'd think that would make it relatively easy to translate from paper to digital but no actually lol #Not me thriving on novelty and recent art is too familiar lol #It's good to know though ♪ #And I'm still rather proud of the original so I was half like ''What can I improve here'' - I did improve some stuff! So that's neat #Plus I got to do weird stuff like with Edgar's halo and Scriabin's horn and tail! Neat #And kind of finally drew his wings digitally! Ah! #Still definitely want to return to that when I have time to dedicate to them properly haha

[crazy-walls]

i just saw in your tags that you have a fave medieval blorbo? not to be nosy but like if you ever feel like talking about him i'd definitely love to read it! (yes i could look him up myself, but where's the fun in that?)

i haven't talked about my boy ortnit in far too long so i absolutely love that you asked and am more than happy to use this opportunity, thank you!!

setting the scene: it's the mystical time that all medieval middle and northern european heroes live in (sometimes at the same time, sometimes a generation or maybe five apart, but like, quite a while ago even for the 1200s onward). here in lampart - italy for us modern peasants - near lake garda there's the coolest, toughest, strongest, richest ...hero... to be. his name is ortnit. [or otnit, medieval authors don't really care about spelling.]

you see, he's the young king of lampart but he's not fully there yet to having the perfect kingdom, because obviously he needs to have a queen to rule said kingdom with. after much consideration, his uncle is like "well, there's this utterly beautiful, virtous (for a savage heathen) princess* somewhere in the middle east but you must not - and i repeat - not go after her because her heathen father machorel will kill you if you take away his daughter. as in, literally chop off your head. because he wants to marry her himself when his wife is dead." [i'd say this is a setup on the uncle's part but medieval characters Just Are Like That.]

obviously, because he's the coolest and strongest king and a complete dumbass, ortnit has to go and get said daughter to marry him. his mother, of course, is anything but thrilled. and you see, ortnit is quite the mama's boy, but no matter how much she pleads with him not to go he is dead set on it, and if he's already on the way anyway he might as well turn that into some kind of crusade. so his mother gives him A Ring and sends him off on a little adventure (=aventiure) first, saying that The Ring will guide him - and it does. The Ring takes him to the dwarf alberich who promises to give him the best armor, the very best sword and also be his Helper. this is kind of a Whole Job in medieval epic poems. oh, also, the dwarf is actually ortnit's biological dad who raped his mother - but that's cool; and gracious as he is, ortnit forgives his mother for her "infidelity" to who he always thought was his actual father. #menwritingwomen or something.

ortnit gets his cool armor and even cooler sword and sails off with his knights towards what is later labeled syria. on the journey his knights think he's insane because dwarf-daddy alberich is invisible to anyone but the wearer of The Ring and ortnit is talking to thin air him. anyway, they reach syria and dwarf-daddy plays invisible matchmaker by insulting and threatening machorel. [this could actually be a setup. jury's still out on that ~800 years later.]

long(ish) aventiure short: there's a siege on the castle, then a big battle, meanwhile invisible dwarf-daddy convinces the princess to come with him and marry ortnit to save her father. blackmailing with a beloved family member's death, such a strong basis for a healthy marriage. she also gets christianed on the run because duh. can't marry some random fucking heathen.

right after that dwarf-daddy has to save the day again and fight machorel because ortnit basically faints on his horse. they make it back to the ship unharmed and sail back to italy. machorel is Not Happy. and he has A Plan: as a ""conciliation gift"" he sends a hunter with two huge eggs to lampart; they'll into a magical "toad" and "elephant".

as we all know, elephants do not hatch from eggs. unfortunately for ortnit, our italian king does not know that. he WILL find out, though. eventually. when the eggs have hatched and two huge dragons are terrorising lampart and eating everything and everyone in their way. and since he's the coolest, toughest, strongest, richest king and responsible for this disaster he is the one who has to slay those dragons. so he dons his armor and heads straight for - you guessed it - dwarf-daddy. alberich, however, is Not Happy either, refuses to help ortnit once more [again, this might be a setup]. he advises him to Not, Under Any And All Circumstances, Fall Asleep. ortnit pouts, throws The Ring at alberich's feet and rides off to find the dragon(s).

the dragon** is rather good at hide-and-seek, though, so ortnit rides and rides and rides. and gets tired. and decides to just have a small rest. and promptly falls asleep.

apparently, dragons also have a sixth sense for sleeping kings. the dragon creeps close, sees that delicious meal-in-a-can and - without even waking ortnit up - carries him to his offspring who SLURP HIM RIGHT OUT OF HIS ARMOR. [-> "sougen in durch daz werc" - "saugen ihn aus der rüstung" - the armor actually stays fully intact which is important since ortnit's tale is later followed by wolfdietrich who slays the dragons, gets the armor and marries ortnit's widow]

the end.

no, really. that's how ortnit dies. slurped out of his armor by dragons the SECOND his mother and biological father can't/refuse to help him. so there he is, this young, strong, pretty, heroic dumbass fratboy of a king who can't get shit done on his own. he has like half a braincell. he is literally Doomed By The Narrative. and i'm utterly obsessed with his ineptitude and death.

*please note that the syrian princess doesn't even have a name in the first versions of this epic poem so i'm not using one, sorry girl. she's later called sidrat tho.

**suddenly it's only one dragon who has two baby dragons, there are a few theories about how the offspring being conceived by those first two dragons is a parallel to the incestuous obsession machorel has with his daughter

#medieval #13th century #again thank you!! put in a read more because this got WAY out of hand i just haven't had a good chance to talk about him for like 4 years #you can see several typical medieval motifs that absolutely inspired tolkien who did quite a lot of research on medieval sagas #i have some more medieval blorbos but ortnit is my number 1 #and like. ortnit was still a pretty well-circulated &-known tale in the 1800 and the first half of the 20. century. only that ALL retelling #of his story paint him as this heroic young capable king who just gets unlucky by *mumbling* ~*somehow* getting eating by a dragon whoopsie #they also leave out all the super sexist & weird stuff and frame him as a Good ChristianTM #ortnit my beloved #he's such an idiot and i'm obsessed. like. he's a terrible character. but he's also SO FUN. #anyway this was medieval literature with k #or should i call it aventiure with k perhaps #medieval lit #personal #i guess #did i just spend the past 45ish minutes on this? perhaps. #ortnit

[running-in-the-dark]

did nothing all night, now I can't fall asleep. great!

#I mean. what I did do. is watch night court and think about dan a lot #and there is a possibility that maybe I'm not able to fall asleep because I'm busy putting that man in situations. #must figure out the best way to make a leverage + night court crossover work #for no reason. especially not so eliot (and I) can meet dan #haha no not that at all #no one is thinking about them (us) making out haha that'd be weird :) #so anyway how do I turn my brain off. there should be a switch. just. okay we've had our fun now it's time to go to sleep #but no instead I have to think about that. sigh life is so hard 😔 #personal #and now I've also got a headache. well that really doesn't help

[maedre13]

Hilbert, having recently bonded with Eiffel, watching Eiffel nearly die from the deadly space virus he injected him with: consequences?? for my actions??

#the way Hilbert's and Eiffel's relationship develops is FASCINATING to listen to #i am still half convinced that they did this on purpose to force Lovelace into giving up control of the bomb #look it would have been an ingenious plan #if it was NOT a plan THEN I AM OFFICIALLY WORRIED ABOUT EIFFEL NOW #if i had a dollar for every time a podcast character got injected with a weird space virus / entity i would have two dollars #which is not a lot but it's weird that it happened twice #YES JUNO I AM TALKING ABOUT YOU #anyway #fun times on board the Hephaestus! #wolf 359 #eiffel #doug eiffel #hilbert #alexander hilbert #maedre13 #wolf 359 podcast

[0rph1x]

my leg hurts so fucking bad. ive been walking for so long. i miss when existing wasn't so painful.

#ive been out of the house all day and its genuinely been a lot of fun but. fuck it hurts. #by the end of the day i was putting the majority of my weight on my opposite leg which also wasnt helpful but its all i got #and since i had to kinda walk with a limp i got so many weird fuckin stares bc i was in public. imagine with a mobility aid. #i think it would really help and im planning on getting one soon but i would get so many odd looks in public i hate everything rn #i just gotta learn not to care tbh #if it helps then it shouldnt matter what other ppl think when they see me. why cant i learn that. #anyway im upset my legs fuckin hurt like hell #tw vent #chronic pain