#anyways yeah hi i did miss this rambling in the tags thing

[bitch-exe]

……. hey……… how y’all doin…….

#is this thing still on #sorry for abandoning you bitch dash exe dot tumblr dot com #twitter exploded so now i’m like a cheating husband crawling back to his wife begging for a second chance #i’ve been on my stranger things and steddie shit so if you’re an old school mutual here from the before times #what’s good #anyways yeah hi i did miss this rambling in the tags thing #very abby core feature #also pinning this for a bit for the twitter babes to see don’t worry about it #k that’s all though bye #abby shut up

[bucknastysbabe]

Whoops wrote this up, back to finishing asks. I’m currently closed for one-shots right now. Then I shall probably migrate to my side blog to catch up with my freaknasties. Behold, the pathetic pookie puppy.

Pretty, fun, a little dumb. - C. Cole

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Literally pwp, doggystyle, sub!criston, light puppy play, established Dom/sub, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, praise kink, aftercare, pnv!sex, he’s an idiot, wet and messy

Taglist: @aemonds-holy-milk @aemondsbabe @rafeism @lovelykhaleesiii @arcielee @valeskafics @thought--bubble @sugarpoppss2 @jamespotterismydaddy @fairysluna @fallingintoyourlilaceyes @starogeorgina

“Awe, puppy, you’re okay,” you cooed.

Criston had been such a good boy for you this week. He was getting his reward— access to your cunt as long as he could keep going. He’d get this as long as your puppy baby didn’t break any rules. He rarely did so the pretty little thing can wear himself out on Sundays. He had even managed to go to his job with a cock cage on. The cutest obedient little puppy, Criston was the best sub you had dated.

He was a little different today, more aggressive than normal. Usually the pup wanted missionary so he could suck on your tits and kiss if one could call it that. He’d been taking you from behind, one orgasm in now, big hands gripping your hips. Ever the velcro dog, the man’s legs caged yours in, body folded to press himself to the length of your back.

His stubble was brushing your cheek, messy curls tickling your neck. Criston was drooling, he couldn’t keep his pretty lips closed all worked up like he was. Your submissive would whine, cry, babble, even squeal when his needy cock was getting wet.

He was sweating and mouthing against your heated cheek, rambling, “Mm- feel s’good baby, oh my god, m’gonna cum again ohmy- ngh!” His frantic thrusts into your cunt grew sloppy and stilted, Criston’s pants bordering on heaves now. He moaned, “Pleasepleaseplease miss, please!”

Oh, your pitiful dumb puppy. Pussy drunk and spaced out to the point he forgot there weren’t any rules for his reward. Criston had to be reminded gently while you clenched down on his hard cock— the blunt tip grinding against your cervix. Criston whimpered as you murmured, “Go on, it’s your day sweet pup, fill me up, I know horny puppies like you can’t help it. Got to hump and beg and whine.”

“Oh…mm…yessss,” he mournfully wheedled, dumb brown eyes blinking as he registered your words. He jerked inside you, crying out as he filled you up, hot pumps of his cum stuffing you further. Criston whined, “Ah, s’its everywhere, oh miss! Oh, love your pussy, love it, fuuuuck!” You grinned, reaching back to pet his hair.

“Yeah puppy? Had a lot saved up for me didn’t you precious? Mmm, got your miss all stuffed, don’t hold back.”

Criston garbled nonsense, choking on his own spit as he shivered at your words. He swallowed, nuzzling into your palm, cock growing hard once again. His voice was ragged and pitchy with all his carrying on. Your pet managed to blabber, “M’still so full, can’t stop, you’re so wet n’tight miss. Agh- fuck.”

He began to fuck you again, cum squelching loud and filthy. Baby’s hips stuttered as he gasped, “Oh, s’all everywhere, made a mess.” You rolled your eyes and ushered him on, puppies made messes anyways— they didn’t know any better. Just cute and fun to play with, but they needed training.

A shaking hand snaked across your belly, sliding down to your messy core. Criston’s fingers circled your clit haphazardly. You arched and fucked back into him, praising your pet for being so smart and thoughtful. He cried, shivering at the praise, begging you to cum on him.

“Wetter, need it wetter, please,” was his pathetic warble.

You tilted your face to smash against puffy lips, an attempted kiss that turned into wordless breathing and moaning. The pair of you gasping into open maws as you grew sensitive and hot— dousing his swollen prick when he struck just right. Grabbing onto his wrist you writhed through the peak, praising, “Good fuh-fucking baby, getting you a pr-pretty new collar, how about white h-huh?”

Criston fucked you through his orgasm, grunting and whimpering while your pussy clenched in pulses. He shoved you down into the bed, driving into you with abandon, oversensitivity making you cry out with every drag of his cock. You gripped at a pillow, biting down on your bottom lip.

“M’sorry m’sorry miss, can’t stop, c-can’t I can’t!,” he frantically apologized, hips slapping against your reddened ass. If you could think straight at the moment you’d tease, Criston was driving coherency out of your head via brutal dicking.

“F-fuh-fuck miss, s’wet,” he repeated.

You turned to gaze at his face, his brown eyes clenched shut. Criston’s pretty lashes were wet, streaks down his flushed cheeks, lips bitten to an obscene degree. His curls were matted with sweat, falling across his pinched brow. He was goddamn gorgeous. You eyed his heaving chest and dangling chain, bouncing against that wonderfully hairy chest.

“Pretty pup,” you rasped quietly.

He smiled, dewy brown eyes dumb and empty as he gazed down at you, chanting your name like a litany. “That’s it, that’s it, don’t have to think, just rut and make yourself feel s-so good. You feel good don’t you p-pup?” Criston’s neck strained as he agreed with a little jerk of his head.

You bore back down into the pillow, letting your sweet pet have his way. His noises and rambling were adorable. Prattling on about how much he loved you, choking on sobs. Poor thing could barely string together a sentence, simply too fuck dumb for that. He slid his hands higher to your waist, fucking harder as he worked himself in your abused pussy.

It wasn’t long until you were growing sore and Criston was trembling and sniffling. He moaned, “Hurts, c-can’t, stop, no!” His words were meaningless as he powered through the overstimulation, making your eyes roll back at the thought. You could feel him trembling against you, his sweaty skin sticking to yours as he neared another climax.

Criston was sobbing now, complaining about his sore cock, throbbing deep inside. Dumb puppy couldn’t stop if he wanted to. You cooed gentle and sweet, holding his cheek as he unraveled. You almost felt numb now, focusing on getting on your sub to let go and finish up before he lost his head.

His hands clenched so hard you knew it was bruise. Criston wailed as he emptied one more time, gasping and heaving as he slipped out on accident, painting your ass with the last few pearly ropes. Cum flooded from your entrance, the intense feeling drawing a whimper from you.

He shuffled down the bed, hot tongue dutifully lapping the mess up, even if he was still crying like a bitch in heat. You reached back to grip his green collar, panting, “You’re fine baby, it’s okay, c’mere puppy.” Criston looked confused— obeying regardless. He was a downright wreck as you held your submissive, petting his hair back.

You’d already had a water bottle, towel, and some crackers on the bedside table. Placing a hand on his chest you reassured, “Relax pup, you’re all worn out now, breathe.” Criston sucked in a breath, guided by your words until he was merely teary.

“Good boy.”

You pressed the bottle to his swollen lips, Criston drinking eagerly as rivulets fell down his neck. Grabbing the towel to wipe him off had poor pup squirming and protesting, “Ungh, hurts miss, s-sorry.” He got some more praise and pecks of your lips to get him through.

Your puppy was tired now, shoving his face into your neck, arm possessively pulling you close. He breathed in a slower fashion now, rasping more nonsense. Criston would come back to after a good nap. Unbuttoning his collar and rubbing his back would alleviate his intense emotions.

“There we go, best damn puppy, lookit you.”

He blinked, shifting closer, thanking you in a small rasp. Criston’s legs intertwined with yours, pressing himself close yet again. Such a good boy, and he was all yours. You couldn’t even see the man fucking another woman now— he needed his Miss and her pretty gifts and collars. Good directions and a strict routine. You smirked, whispering back, “Love you more Cris baby.”

#hotd fanfic #hotd smut #ser criston cole x reader #criston cole x reader #criston cole smut #criston cole imagine

[ringsofsaturnnnn]

— [🪐] ·˚ ༘ ✎ “𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭!” “𝐬𝐡𝐡..”

MDNI | a.arlert x fem!reader

𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 :: poor, shy armin doesn’t know what to do with your hands all over him. he knows it’s wrong, especially when you’re dating his best friend.

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨(𝘴) :: shy, inexperienced armin (woah, switching it up for once), soft dom reader, reader is cheating (again.. oopsie. i don’t condone cheating), creampie, fingering, oral (male & female), petnames, praise kink (if you really squint), possible titanic spoilers?? (let me know if i missed anything!)

𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 :: ahhh, my first request!! i hope this is what you wanted. i kept the cheating the same because i didn’t know what all you wanted to be similar to the other story 😭 - i proofed this thing once then added stuff and then didn’t reproof.. so i hope the stuff i added makes sense. anyways, enough rambling, enjoy! <3

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𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥

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“armin! come in.” stepping aside, you allowed the shy, blond boy to enter your apartment that you currently shared with your boyfriend. “oh! thank you.” his voice was quiet, as it normally was when he was around you. he stepped inside, gently kicking off his shoes and setting them neatly next to yours.

closing the door, you made sure to lock it, checking the peephole before spinning on your heels. “how are you?” taking a few steps, you embraced your friend lovingly. his cheeks became a bright red as he quickly hugged you back. “oh uhm, i-i’m really good!” he stammered out, the tips of his ears bright pink. “how about yourself..?”

you could only smile as you pulled away from him. “i’m doing great, min.” your eyes seemed to sparkle as you gazed upon the innocent thing standing in front of you. armin looked back, absolutely enthralled by your beauty. he could stare at you for hours..

“so what movie did you want to watch?” your voice snapped him out of his thoughts and he shook his head. you watched as he sheepishly smiled, his hands fiddling with each other. “well, i-i don’t know. maybe.. maybe the titanic?” he stammered. armin was a nerd, but you knew that and you didn’t mind. “okay! the titanic it is.”

the movie had started playing, yours and armin’s eyes glued to the screen. jack had just won the tickets in a wild game of poker when you slipped your hand into armin’s. his eyes widened and you felt him stiffen slightly. he never pulled away, but you could tell he was nervous.

as the movie continued, you slowly inched closer and closer to him. it wasn’t long before your head was on his shoulder. his stiff posture had relaxed slightly, but you could tell was still on edge. “just relax, m’kay?” you tilted your head up, whispering softly in his ear. he cleared his throat, his voice breaking as he spoke. “i-i am relaxed..”

a small giggle escaped you. “no you’re not. you’re tense. just relax and watch the movie, we’re almost to my favorite part..” at your words, the blond seemed to find himself relaxing a little more. maybe he was a little tense, but it wasn’t all his fault. how could he not be tense when his best friend’s girlfriend was currently cuddled up next to him?

the long movie continued to play, the scenes dancing across the screen. throughout the course of the movie, you had shifted so your leg was thrown across armin’s thighs and your arms were wrapped around his torso. his arm was around you, holding you close as you cuddled him. your head was resting on his chest, sighing softly.

as the car scene came on, you felt armin slowly shifted beside you. a smirk appeared on your face. “you okay min?” you hummed softly, knowing exactly what was wrong with him.

clearing his throat, he nodded. “yeah, yeah, uhm- i’m fine..” you could feel him shift his weight yet again. moving your hand from his torso, you started trailing it down to armin’s thigh, your eyes looking up at him innocently. “are you sure? you seem awfully tense..” moving your hand back up, you slowly started palming his already semi-hard cock. “you’re hard..” you teased, watching him become flustered underneath your touch.

you touch sent shivers down his spine, but he knew that he shouldn’t do this. that he couldn’t do this. “w-wait! y-you’re dating my best friend! w-we shouldn’t.. we can’t do this..” armin whisper-shouted. his cheeks were flushed and he was getting more and more riled up with each passing second.

“oh, don’t worry about him. he’s out of town for a few days anyway. just focus on me instead, ‘kay pretty boy?” you slowly climbed into his lap, slipping your arms around his neck. as you straddled him, armin swallowed, his dick straining against the fabric of his sweatpants. “a-are you..”

you silenced him with a kiss, the poor blond shaking underneath you. he had never done anything like this before. he was a virgin in every single way. the poor thing had hardly ever touched himself before. he didn’t even know what it was like to cum properly.

he hesitantly kissed you back, which made you pull away. his pretty blue eyes were wide as he looked at you helplessly. “do you want me to guide you through this?” he eagerly nodded, his earlier thoughts about you cheating on his best friend forgotten. truth be told, armin had always liked you. when you started dating his best friend, his heart broke, but he always pushed those feelings away. he was supportive, no matter how much it killed him.

“alright, i’ll guide you. put your hands,” you took his hand and placed them on your waist. “here.” he nodded, his breath hitching. he was.. he was touching your hips! he was getting all shy and flustered, which you found adorable.

“that’s a good boy. now, when i kiss you, kiss me back. like you mean it. like you want it.” he nodded quickly, making you smile. “atta boy.” pressing your lips to his, he kissed you back fervently, like he’d never get to kiss you again. his passion was both amusing and endearing. your boyfriend never kissed you like this anymore..

he involuntarily squeezed your hips, feeling your skin give underneath his fingertips. you squealed, pulling away. “o-oh! i’m so sorry. i didn’t mean to- i’m so-“ armin immediately started blabbing out apologies, so afraid that he’d done something wrong. you couldn’t help but start laughing at armin’s quick apologies. he looked back at you, confused at why you were laughing. what was so funny? “baby.. it’s okay. you just startled me. but it’s alright, you can get handsy with me.” you flirted, winking at the blond.

this only sent him into a more flustered state. “i-i..” his cheeks were bright pink and his breathing was somewhat labored. “let’s take this to my bed. it’ll be a lot comfier.” he just nodded, allowing you to climb off of him and take his hand. you led him towards your bedroom, squeezing his hand as you walked.

the minute the door shut behind you two, you were all over him. your hands explored his body, making him whimper and whine. he was just so cute. when you slipped your fingers underneath his shirt, he pulled away. “w-wait-“ you kept your hands were they were and looked at him, waiting for him to speak. “i’ve never.. i’ve never done this before. i don’t want to..” he trailed off, swallowing. “i don’t want to disappoint you.” his baby blue eyes filled with tears, which broke your heart.

“oh minnie..” moving your hands from under his shirt, you wiped the fat tears rolling down his cheeks. “you won’t disappoint me. you’ll do so good for me, i promise. let me guide you, m’kay? just listen to everything i say.” he sniffled and nodded, which made you smile. he was such a good, obedient boy.

resuming your previous motions, you gently tugged his shirt over his head and off. despite his smaller, lean frame, he had a nice build that had you drooling slightly. “uhm..” armin’s voice had you coming back to reality. “sorry, sorry,” you shook your head before meeting his eyes. “do you want to take my shirt off?” you asked him. his face was on fire as he slowly nodded. he slowly moved his hands underneath your shirt, pulling it over your head and discarding it next to his.

“woah..” he gasped. his blue eyes scanned your body. you were only half-naked but he was still enthralled by you and your beauty. “you’re.. you’re gorgeous..” now it was your turn to blush. your boyfriend didn’t compliment you like this. your boyfriend didn’t make you feel like armin did..

it wasn’t long before you found yourself kissing armin again. pushing against him, you slowly backed him towards your bed, his knees bending as he hit it. he sat down, you standing between his legs. “i’ll make you feel good, don’t worry.” you whispered. your hands moved down to his sweatpants, gently toying with the waistband. “are you okay with this? i’m not going to do something you don’t want to do, alright? say the word and i’ll stop.”

he shook his head, whining a little. “please, i-i want it..” you smiled before telling him to lift his hips. doing as he was instructed, you pulled his boxers and underwear down. he let out a soft sigh, the feeling of his sensitive cock being freed from his pants sending a slight shiver down his spine. you finished pulling his pants off, throwing them somewhere in the room.

your eyes flittered up to his cock. it wasn’t too big, but it wasn’t too small either. he was also thick. “got such a pretty cock, baby..” you cooed, which made him cover his face with his hands. “d-don’t say things like that!” he whined. “hey, move your hands. i want to see you.” you demanded sternly. he did as he was told, allowing you to see his bright red face. “good boy.”

moving your hand, you slowly started stroking him, making him cry out. “oh god!” you laughed, realizing just how inexperienced this innocent little thing was. oh, you’d have fun corrupting him.

“that feel good?” you asked, knowing exactly how he’d answer. “s-so good. yeah, feels good..” he babbled. you sped up your pace, wanting to see how it would affect him. “wait! wait, wait, wait!” he cried. before you could even react, a few ropes of cum shot out and covered your hand. he whimpered helplessly, your eyes widening.

“i’m so sorry. that’s so e-embarrassing.. i’m so sorry..” he seemed so defeated. “nono, armin. hey, it’s okay.” he shook his head, not believing your words. “it was only a few strokes and i.. y-y’know.. came..” his tone seemed sad, which only made your heart ache. “hey, hey. it’s okay. you’ve just never been touched before. it’s natural. don’t feel bad.” you reassured him. he looked up at you, nodding a little.

he blinked, his wide eyes filling with tears. why was he crying? he was mentally scolding himself, but you only used your other hand to wipe his tears once again. “don’t cry, lovely. it’s quite alright, really.” before he knew what you were doing, you had dropped to your knees. your lips had wrapped around his tip and was gently sucking on it. “oh my god.. oh my god.. oh my g-god!” he cried out, his body shaking.

you smirked, continuing what you were doing. “holy shit..” he gasped. you slowly took more and more of him into your mouth, a small gag escaping you. “oh, nono, don’t hurt yourself..” his voice was weak, his legs trembling ever so slightly. “hey..” he wanted to pull you off, but your warm mouth just felt so good around him. his fingers found your hair and he gently ran them through your soft locks. “oh hell. you’re.. you’re making me feel so good, angel..” his breathy whimper was like music to your ears.

his head was tossed back as his grip on your hair tightened. “yeah.. yeah!” he cried. he was vocal, but you didn’t mind. truthfully, you liked it. it was encouraging to hear his angelic voice crying out for you.

“oh god.. if you keep doing that i’m gonna.. i’m gonna cum again.” he gasped, gently tugging on your hair. you hummed softly, the feeling sending him over the edge. “fuck!” he squeaked, his eyes rolling back. his creamy seed filled your mouth and you did your best to swallow it all. pulling off with a pop, you looked at his face. his cheeks were flushed and his forehead had a few beads of sweat. “you did s’good for me, armin..” you praised.

standing, you leaned over his frame and kissed him. he could taste himself on you, which had him groaning. a small wave of possessiveness crashed over him. it was his cum you had just swallowed. suddenly, he longed for you even more. “let me eat you out. please..” his tone was shaky as he tilted his head to meet your eyes.

you smiled and nodded. “okay,” was all you said. slowly climbing onto the bed, you pulled your pants and underwear down, tossing them off the bed. spreading your legs, you allowing armin to nestle between them. he swallowed, pausing for a moment. he had never seen a girl in this way before. his wide, puppy dog eyes had you giggling. “it’s okay. you can touch me.” you encouraged. slowly moving his fingers, he watched your slick start gathering on his fingers. “you’re so.. you’re so wet..” he said, his voice filled with awe.

“mhm. and it’s all for you, pretty.” he looked from his fingers to your face. “a-all for me?” he repeated. you nodded, watching a smile spread across his face. it wasn’t long before armin was putting his fingers in his mouth, wanting to taste you. he let out a high-pitched moan at your taste. “need more..” he mumbled before shoving his face between your legs. you gasped, feeling him lap at your hole. for being a virgin, he sure seemed pretty experienced.

the blond studied you like a textbook. he toyed with different paces, seeing what had you moaning the most. when his nose bumped your clit, he listened as you squealed. that noise. he needed to hear more of it. more. more. more. “a-am i doing good?” he mumbled against your clit. you nodded your head, groaning. “so fucking good. doing amazing min!” your words made his heart flutter.

tugging on armin’s hair, you moaned loudly when he sucked on your sensitive clit. “oh god-“ you groaned, pushing your pussy closer to his face. he greedily lapped at your hole, occasionally sucking on your clit. “u-use your fingers too.” you gasped. he said nothing, but did exactly as he was told. his mouth attached to your clit as he slowly slipped two fingers into your warm hole. the feeling of you squeezing his fingers drove him insane.

it wasn’t long before that familiar feeling entered your body. “p-pretty boy. gonna.. gonna cum..” you whispered, your back arching as you did what you said you would. your slick covered armin’s fingers, but he didn’t care. removing his fingers, he went to lick your sloppy cunt, listening as the lewd noises filled the room.

you basically had to push armin away, making him huff. he stuck his tongue out, trying to lick more of your essence off of his face before starting to suck on his fingers, groaning at the taste of you. “now comes the best part..” you teased as he looked at you. removing his fingers from his mouth, he waited for you to speak. “you wanna fuck me, pretty?” you asked softly. his baby blue eyes widened and he nodded. “o-of course i do!” he gasped softly. he eagerly crawled up your body, pushing his soft lips against yours.

your kissed him back, feeling his hard cock rub against your tummy. as you kissed, you could taste yourself on his lips. “you can put it in without a condom. i’m on the pill..” you whispered to him. for a moment, armin didn’t know how to react. his first time ever fucking a girl, not just any girl, but you, and he got to do it raw? he truly was in heaven.

“o-okay!” he nodded eagerly, slowly pushing himself up. taking his cock, he slowly lined it up with you. while it took him a minute to figure it out, once he did, it was sheer pleasure for the both of you. “oh my god!” he mewled. he had only sunk his tip inside of your warm cunt, but he was already addicted.

“oh god. you’re fucking thick.” you groaned, your fingers gripping your plush sheets. armin looked down at you. “is that.. a bad thing?” poor boy was so worried about you. you shook you head, gasping as he continued to push inside of you. “no. not at all. in fact, it’s g-good..” the moment he bottomed out, he whined. your cunt felt amazing around him. if he wasn’t careful, he’d burst inside of you quick.

armin continued to stay still, waiting for you to give him some sort of instruction. “it’s okay. you can move.” he nodded, but was still slightly unsure. slowly moving his hips, he started thrust into you. you watched as he came undone on top of you, moaning like crazy. “armin, baby, go a little faster.” you instructed. “okay,” he gasped.

he slowly sped his pace up, his tip starting to nudge against that spot that drove you wild. “there. just like that. oh my god, just like that!” you cried out. your words gave him a small boost of confidence, so he continued his pace, making sure to watch your reactions. he pressed his lips against yours, then against your cheek, your forehead, and trailed them down your neck. he kissed you everywhere, wanting to feel your soft flesh underneath his warm lips.

“am i doing a good job? please tell me i’m doing a good job.” as he thrust into you, he sought your words. your reassurance. he wanted to hear that he was being a good boy for you. whining loudly, you nodded. your chest was heaving up and down quickly as you spoke. “yes. holy fuck-“ you cried. “you’re doing amazing. so good. so fucking good. just keep.. a-ah! doing that..”

“oh angel..” he whispered softly. he was moaning and whining above you, your fingers digging into his shoulders. as he continued to fuck into you, realization washed over him. he was fucking you on the bed you shared with your boyfriend. he couldn’t help but feel.. smug? despite his friend always being supportive of him, armin always felt like he lived in his shadow. but now, here he was, fucking his girlfriend in their bed.

“you’re a d-dirty little thing, you know that? being fucked by your boyfriend’s best friend on your shared bed.” armin’s words were a complete shock to you. it felt like you had a bucket of ice cold water dumped on you. “armin..” you gasped. he thrust into you roughly, which had your eyes rolling back. “yeah, that’s right. arch your pretty back for me.” he whispered. where was this coming from?

it wasn’t long before you felt that familiar pressure in your lower tummy. “armin.. i-i’m gonna.. i-i’m gonna cum..” you gasp, your eyes squeezing shut. he whined, his pace staying the same. “please cum. please cum all over my dick, angel..” he whimpered. that was all it took. white flashed behind your eyes as your body spasmed when you came all over him.

“angel!” he whimpered, his hips stilling. he emptied his load into you, a loud cry escaping him. he collapsed on top of you, your sticky skin meeting his. soft pants filled the air as the two of you laid there together, armin’s cock still buried inside of you.

“i-i love you,” armin admitted suddenly. “i’m sorry i never told you. i just.. i couldn’t tell you when you were dating my best friend. it felt wrong..” he whispered softly.

his words shocked you. armin liked you? moving your hands, you gently raked your fingers through his damp, golden locks. “armin, i.. i love you too. i just.. never thought you’d like me back. that’s why..” you trailed off. armin nodded his head, letting you know that he knew what you meant.

the two of you laid in silence for a moment before armin spoke again. “break up with your boyfriend.” your eyes widened. what did he just say? “break up with your boyfriend, angel. date me instead.” he looked up, his blue eyes meeting yours.

inhaling slowly, you nodded. “yeah.. yeah, okay..” a soft smile spread across armin’s features.

“that’s my girl..”

#armin arlert #armin #aot smut #armin arlert smut #armin arlert x reader #armin arlert x reader smut #armin smut #aot x reader #armin aot #armin x you #armin x reader smut #armin snk #armin x y/n #armin x reader #snk armin #r.o.s | a.arlert #saturnstories

[wheredafandomat]

Not what it looks like

Based on this prompt by @obsessedwithtomhiddleston // I have a idea for a POV: avenger Loki and y/n have been secretly dating for a while because she is Tony’s little sister and the team walks In Loki’s room to find y/n in his bed and Loki getting dressed. Add some morning dirty talk to it please . All I ask is to be tagged for the idea of it .

“Gosh y/n are you even listening?”

“Yes Tony I’m listening.” You answered, rolling your eyes as your gaze turned to him. In reality, that was a lie, you were far from listening to your brothers ramblings, too busy focusing on the flex of Lokis muscles as he pottered around the kitchen making cereal, cereal, who knew that breakfast foods could be sexy?

“So as I was saying—y/n!” He called again, clicking his fingers as your gaze met Lokis before you gave him a wink, disguising it as something being in your eye when you realised Tony was looking at you.

“I’ve just got this thing” you spoke, rapidly blinking your eyes “there’s something there, in my eye.”

“Open your eyes.” Tony instructed.

“What, why?” You answered, gasping when Tony began harshly blowing air into your face.

“Better?” He asked between breaths.

“Yeah, yes, better.” You replied, annoyed and a little embarrassed when Loki returned your wink before leaving the kitchen. “Well anyways, I better get going.” You pretended to yawn.

“Wait y/n, I’ve got a question.”

“What?”

“And you know you can tell me anything right.”

“Mhmm.” You hummed.

“Well, I’ve noticed that you’ve been a little absent recently and that you’ve—” he began.

“Get to the point.” You huffed.

“Are you seeing someone?”

“No!” You lied, flashes of you and Lokis date last Thursday flashing through your mind as well as what followed after the date “I’m not, gosh, what has it even got to do with you?” You scolded, mentally cursing yourself for your defensiveness.

“I’m just asking, I wanna know what my little sis is doing and if she’s safe.” Tony smiled.

“You mean you want to inject me with a tracker and control my life.” You scoffed, standing to your feet.

“Sorry for asking.” Tony offered.

“Night Tony.” You dismissed, not waiting for his reply as you left the room before heading towards your own. You walked briskly down the corridor before yelping, feeling yourself being pulled into another room. Before you could make another sound, Lokis lips were pressed against yours, kissing you feverishly as your back pressed against the door, closing it.

“Norns I’ve missed you.” Loki spoke breathlessly, breaking the kiss as he began pulling his shirt over his head.

“It’s been about eight hours.” You laughed, beginning to take off your clothes too as you walked towards Lokis bed. He stepped backwards, eyes focused on yours or your body as you undressed. When his legs hit the back of his bed, he sat against it, pulling you towards it so that you were standing between his legs. His arms were wrapped around you, lips kissing the exposed flesh of your stomach as you steadied yourself with your hands on his shoulders.

“One moment away from you feels like an eternity.” Loki affirmed, pulling you on top of him so that you were straddling him.

“Whatever, pretty boy.” You grinned, rolling your hips against his.

The next morning you woke up feeling Lokis lips against yours as he kissed you awake. You smiled, opening your eyes.

“Morning.” you murmured.

“Morning my love.” Loki answered, pecking your lips again.

“My love, that’s knew.” You giggled.

“So was that thing you did last night.” He teased, rolling you over so that he was on top of you.

“With my hands or with my mouth?”

“Both were thrilling” he smirked “maybe we need a repeat so I can decide which one I enjoyed more.”

“Loki, if we were only focused on your pleasure we’d be done in minutes.” You laughed.

“Whatever.” He tutted, quickly kissing you again before he stood up. “Unfortunately I have to go, I’m already late for my morning training session with Thor.”

“You’ll come back here after?” You questioned.

“Hmm, let me think” Loki began, pulling the duvet down your body “I guess so” he answered, feigning nonchalance “but I want you like that.”

“Hot, wet and waiting?” You grinned.

“No, like you’re posing for a painting, I might even pai—”

“He’s probably in here. Loki?” Thor called, knocking Lokis door as he opened it, causing you to gasp as you pulled the duvet over yourself.

“Y/n!” Tony gasped too, shielding his eyes before looking at Loki who was still half dressed.

“Tony, I can—I can explain.”

“It’s not what it looks like.” You eked.

“Iamgoingto KILL YOU!” Tony exclaimed, taking set on Loki.

“Tony stop!” You called, unable to do much considering you were naked wrapped in Lokis covers. “Thor do something!”

“She’s Tony’s little sister.” Thor practically growled, chasing Loki around the room.

“We’re in love!” Loki countered, teleporting around the room.

You smiled to yourself realising that you were, you were both in love. You basked in that feeling for a few moments before finally helping Loki.

Hope you enjoyed! Thanks for the idea 💓

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[slashersteve]

THIS KISS

pairing: Steve Harrington/Female Reader

warning/extra tags: cursing, angst tm, understandable trust issues, my oc timothy taylor from just friends makes a comeback aslasjlaja, cheating but not actual cheating, break-up, beta read by the bestie, edited by me

note: first fic of the new year! happy 2023 everyone! i was inspired by a scene in that 70s show during my 1000th rewatch. Anyways, peep the short (well shorter than usual) imagine format I’m trying :) Thank you for reading and enjoy ♥️

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It was one kiss. One measly kiss that you didn't even really return when it happened. And yet, Steve kept bringing it up whenever he could. You understood why he reacted this way, considering his past relationship's ending was somewhat similar. He was very clearly masking his hurt with a failed attempt at humor of the situation, but it didn’t make his words hurt any less.

Because of this, you let his comments slide. You didn't say anything when he would say 'oh where you'd learn that? Timmy T?' after you tried something new with your tongue when you kissed. Or the time he had joked lamely and said ‘you’re not going to kiss him again, right?’ when he found out you were on a late shift with Tim at your job (because of course the guy was still your co-worker).

In your defense, you and Steve were not together when it happened, as in when Timothy Taylor kissed you. In fact, the words break and up were apart of Steve’s vocabulary of your conversation before it happened, words straight out of his own mouth. You would have never let Tim kiss you when he asked had you and Steve still been together. So, the short kiss came from a broken heart more than anything else. And also, it had been quite sometime since that kiss, since your first break-up as well, and you didn’t know how much more comments you could handle.

It felt a little silly when you couldn’t bring yourself to confront him when he said those stupid things, you'd roll your eyes to show your irritation, but you never actually said anything to him. Eventually though, it could no longer be avoided.

Steve and you were in your bedroom, his body halfway on top of yours, one leg slotted between your thighs. You hardly got time like this together anymore, with both of you working long hours. You were on cloud nine, having missed Steve and his kisses. You could stay underneath him forever if you could, just him holding you or you holding him. It was your personal heaven, one might say…until he pulled away from your lips with a torn expression on his features.

“God- I’m sorry…but it’s like every time I kiss you all I think about is how your tongue was down Taylor’s throat,” he had said, crawling off of you and settling on the edge of his bed with a sigh.

You were still disoriented, barely registering what he had just said and you were leaning upwards on your elbows, eyebrows furrowing as you asked him to repeat himself.

He sighed again, bringing his hand upward to push his brown strands of hair out of his face before he turned his head to rest his eyes on you, “Your stupid kiss with Taylor- I don’t know if you noticed but I just can’t get over it.”

You gave him a look because you doubted he hadn't noticed that you've noticed- as he hadn’t exactly been hiding it, but ignoring that you sat up, fixing your skirt as you did so and replied, “I already told you I was sorry, Steve, and it didn't mean anything.”

You were frowning at him, and he started to frown deeper too, making your heart clench in your chest that this was bothering him so much and understanding why, but still feeling like he was taking it too far.

“Yeah, I remember…it’s just- I can’t get past it okay? I think about it all the time, and you working with him still- I mean the nerve of him-“ Steve started to ramble, and you pressed your lips together, moving to actually sit next to him.

“He’s nobody to me,” you tried to tell him.

You felt the sarcastic remark coming before he even said it.

“Oh he was totally nobody to you when you and him frenched in front of theater 3,” he said, then laughed bitterly. Your jaw tightened at this, and you were moving to stand. He lifted his head to look at you.

“Would you stop saying stupid shit like that?” You demanded, “I told you I was sorry- but I honestly don’t see why I have to be. You broke up with me…we weren’t together for two weeks or did you just forget that part?”

His eyes widened slightly, and he started to say, “Hey! I didn’t want to break up with you, though! I told you…”

You huffed, “But you still did- you know what Steve, I’m sick of you shaming me, news flash I already feel guilty enough even though I shouldn’t have to!”

He dropped his head at your words as if in defeat, an exasperated breath releasing from his lips. You crossed your arms, feeling your eyes well up at the next thing you knew you had to say because you felt like you were at a breaking point.

“I think we should break up…again,”you stated, voice as steady as possible. That made him look up at you, eyebrows furrowing and brown eyes finding your serious ones. He opened his mouth to speak, to probably protest as his eyes became frantic, but you were shaking your head, "You should go, Steve."

"Wait- wait," Steve tried, head following yours as you walked toward your door, pulling it open to indicate further that you request was more like a demand. He stood up, walking toward you and said, "Can we at least talk about this more? Breaking up- I don't..."

He was in a loss of words, clearly not expecting the conversation to end this way. You tightened your jaw, moreso to fight the tears that threatened to well up in your eyes, not wanting Steve to see them. He seemed to have your same reaction, except he wasn't trying to mask it like you. His eyes were growing slightly watery as he met your pointed expression. Then, he dropped his head, causing some strands of his hair falling forward, and he sucked in a tight breath before stepping past you into your hallway.

You followed after him, sticking by the entrance to the hallway as you watched him pick up his things and leave. He did spare you another glance, heartbreak written all over his features that threatened to make you march over and hold him. You didn't do it though, holding your ground and needing him to understand how serious this was. Then, he turned and he left without another word.

He didn't even bother to put on his shoes that he kicked off by your front door, he'd just grabbed them and left the house with a soft slam of your front door.

That was when you started to cry. It wasn't intense, it wasn't angry, it was just sad. Tears just slipped down your cheeks as you went back into your room, and sat on your bed with your head in your hands.

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You missed Steve. Terribly. And if you were missing him, then he was missing you too.

It had only been a few days, close to a week since you brought your relationship to an end. And it hurt. You had felt a sort of numbness, seeing as most of the things in your home had reminded you of him. Some of his shirts were still there, sitting in a drawer in your bedroom (And he had some of yours too), photographs you've taken together, gifts, and your favorite...notes he had given you still pinned up on your mirror like you were still a high schooler in love.

It wasn't like your prior break-up, which was insanely messier and made you more angry than the melancholic feeling that was there to stay heavy in your chest.

The truth was, you desperately loved Steve, and everything about him. You didn't want it to end like this, you didn't want it to all come to an end because of something like this. You and him...you had been through too much to let this situation that could be fixed ruin your relationship. You wanted him back, badly, but you weren't entirely sure on how to tell him that, feeling stupid crawling back to him after you were the one who broke it off.

Then again, he had come back to you. You decided, after another day of post break-up depression that you weren't going to let him go, or at least not let it end this way that left a bad taste in your mouth and your stomach in knots. You had to at least try and hope Steve wants to too.

Steve hadn't expected to see you coming into the Family Video Store. He himself had been in shambles, still in quite disbelief that you ended it with him. He had hardly been getting sleep, everyone around him had pointed out, especially Robin whom he told about what happened the very next day.

She was also in shock to hear it, but after Steve had told her why, Robin seemed to understand completely why you had...and Steve did too. He'd been beating himself over it for days now, like he knew the things he was saying were stupid and mean, and unfair because you were broken up when it happened, but it's like something takes over him whenever it catches the opportunity to remind you of it. He hated it. He hated it when he said them, he hated it when you would frown at him and become visibly hurt. And yet, he couldn't help it.

Very clearly his behavior from coming from a broken heart, perhaps one that hadn't quite healed since his relationship with Nancy.

Not that he still loved her, no, that was long gone...long over, but the aftermath still affected him in a way he didn't expect it to. In a way that didn't show itself until recently when he saw you and Timothy Taylor kissing in that theater when he wanted to talk you about your relationship, which was stupidly stopping him from seeking you out right now...afraid he'd see that again. He hated his brain sometimes.

So, it was a surprise, a relief even, when he heard the door open and lifted his head to see it was you. He stopped stacking videos almost instantly.

You looked breathless, and tired too, but more importantly, you looked determined, especially when your eyes found his. His heart practically swelled up in his chest as you approached him with urgency in your step.

"Steve-"

He said your name at the same time you said his, the tone of both your voices breathless and colliding with one another. You just stared at each other afterwards, as if unsure who should speak first. Steve did, just as you opened your mouth again to speak.

"I miss you," he said, then shut his mouth quickly, embarrassed because what if you'd just come to tell him to pick his stuff from your house? And to ask for your stuff back as well? He just blurted it out, and swallowed thickly, feeling his cheeks heat up and turn red.

But then, you had said you missed him too.

And as Steve stood there, still processing that you had told him it back, you were walking around the center counter of the video store and joining him behind it. When you were close enough, you said, "I don't want to be broken up, okay? I know I broke it off, and I probably sound stupid-"

"No!" Steve quickly said, shaking his head, "No, no you don't sound stupid."

He wanted to tell you so many things, wanted to bare his soul to you in the way he should've instead of making those stupid, snide comments whenever given the chance. He wanted to tell you how he actually felt about the kiss and why he felt that way, because then you could talk and properly get passed it. Like what you had thought, you and him had been through so much, like surviving three separate attacks from interdimensional creatures who wanted you for their next meal, to let something like this destroy your relationship.

Before he could get the chance to, not caring that you were in the middle of the video store where a group of girls just waltz in making it almost full, not caring that they would hear him confide in you this like he wanted to, like he should've the day you ended things with him, you were speaking.

“I have an idea, okay? If we can't get past this... just kiss some other girl, I won’t be mad I swear,” you said, making Steve's brows furrow with confusion, “We’re broken up right now, everyone knows it so I can’t be mad. So just…kiss any girl you want.”

You were gesturing around the store and all Steve could do was stare at you. You wanted him to kiss another girl? He was not expecting that to come out of your mouth, not at all, and he was genuinely taken back by this.

“Are you…are you serious?” Steve asked more out of shock than excitement, which your saddened expression made him think you mistook it for excitement to kiss somebody else.

You nodded sadly before you sucked in a breath, and said in a bleak tone, as if wanting to sound unbothered, “Any girl okay? In this store, in this town. Anyone.”

He blinked, still in disbelief that you’d just said that and he absentmindedly did look around the video store, eyes finding the group of girls that were around both of your ages that had just entered the video store. Two of them had looked over at him, flashing him flirtatious smiles as they must've heard you.

He pressed his lips together, and looked back at you. You weren’t looking at him anymore, your gaze set at the girls as well after following his quick glance. You were very clearly bothered as you more than likely wondered which one he had chosen in the span of the 3 seconds he'd been looking at them.

Steve shook his head before he was reaching forward, gently grasping your chin and making you turn your head to him. Before you could react, before you could even really make eye contact with him, Steve was leaning in and pressing his lips against yours.

He felt you go still against his lips as he kissed you softly, fingers still holding your chin upward. After a few seconds, Steve was leaning away and said with a smile on lips in the softest his voice had ever been, "I choose you."

You were visibly taken back by this, looking up at him as your eyes began to shine.

In fact, your heart was actually fluttering in your chest, body once overcome with melancholy turned into nothing but pure warmth for Steve. You hadn't expected it to to this way, you’re mind overcome with heartbreak convincing you this would be the only way to rekindle your relationship.

That didn't matter anymore though, because Steve had chose to kiss you and you wanted to melt on the spot. It felt very similar to how it felt when your friend Steve had kissed you for the first time and you became something more. His brown stare just as intense underneath his thick lashes, but there was something stronger underlying them. You don’t know why you expected him to kiss another girl because despite everything, you were always aware that Steve desperately loved you too...as if you ever should've doubted it.

It was a nice reminder too that Steve Harrington still had his overtly romantic charm to him, and it was all you found yourself commenting about with a blissful smile growing on your lips.

"That...that was so romantic," you said, voice still breathless but this time because he had taken your breath away. Steve chuckled softly, eyes flickering downward to look at the smile on yours lip, having missed seeing it these past days since your break-up.

"I mean it," he told you, moving his hand to gently cup your cheek, his eyes growing serious, "I choose you."

And you knew, even if he hadn't of kissed you, that he meant it. You nodded, and told him that you would always choose him too.

Then, it was you who was kissing him, pressing your lips tenderly against his the way you always did, but there was a sort of desperateness behind it fueled by being apart. Steve kissed you back with just as much intensity, like you were in private and not in the middle of his job. This time you did melt into his lips and arms.

The two girls Steve had initially glanced at turned away with frown on their lips, a handful gave a double take as if they were aghast by such a sight, and a man holding some tapes had rolled his eyes and knocked on the counter impatiently.

Steve opened one eye, lips still connected to yours, and he leaned away as he told him he was on break. You laughed, and pulled his lips back to yours with little care of the audience. The man left after that, tossing the tapes aside and you were quite sure that Steve was probably going to get a stern talking to by Keith about PDA in the workplace.

And you two would talk as well, Steve would tell you what he wanted to before, and you would listen and talk through it with him. Because that's what people in love should do when things get hard, especially if they don't want to let the other go.

#shorter imagine than usual 👍🏼 #obvs their relationship is more romantic and better than who the scene is based on guys #all his beauty marks 🥺😩 #no summary we die like men #steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington angst #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x female reader #reader insert #female reader #stranger things imagine #lys writes again #stranger things

[kirby-the-gorb]

reply roundup!

had to put these on hold for a while for personal reasons </3 they're likely to still be infrequent, but in honor of kirb2k!

(my notes would only load back to mid september so I missed a couple weeks sorry :c but be warned that this is a long one! it's 3 entire months' worth!)

also, reminder that kirb2k ends tomorrow!!! preorders, commissions, and auctions will all close at noon pst on sunday december 17th! everything is linked in the pinned post or filed under the tag kirb2k!

first is one more birthday kirb from my friend @sleepy-sheep-wizard:

Realized halfway thru that I don’t know what Kirby looks like off the top of my head, so I got funky with it. Happy birthday, thank you for being a good friend

thank you again friend <3 getting funky with it is truly in the spirit of just drawing a little guy for fun, I love his little hat in particular.

on [mirror] @shapeshifterwithafez said: uuuh is Scherben bringen Glück/ Shards bring luck a universal saying? sounfs clinky as a direct translation. anyways in germany we say that shards of stuff you broke brings luck so I hope the luck finds you or smth sorry for rambling ^^

I'd never heard this saying before, but I think it's very sweet! thank you for sharing it with me :)

on [pipefight] @hauntedppgpaints said: goalies with a skate blade and their stick in hand

big hockey vibes for real yeah lol

on [pink] @gaydiation-poisoning said: ...I wanna eat that pink

honestly same, it's sooo pleasing

on [rain] @hive-heart said: Everything alright, daily kirby guy?

not really but sitting by the window in the rain is a good thing lol thanks for asking <3

(also the person who tagged that same post myhouse.wad made me laugh)

on [photo] @ceylonsilvergirl [added] a picture of their cat and said: get adored idiot!! see the hate in her eyes? I’ll make her love me yet!!

me @ my partner's cat

@violet-dragongirl said: oh! I have been meaning to ask! Have you played Kirby and The Forgotten Lands? I assume you did but just wanted to say that I did about a week ago and I loved it and thought of your art! ^.^ And if you haven't, yes, Carby is super adorable and amazing :3

I have! I got it very shortly after it came out, I had a really good time with it. I've been slowly replaying it recently with my partner, they were kind of fond of kirby just by proxy but since we started playing they adore bandee now and say he never gets enough screen time XD I'm glad you also had fun!

on [mice] @ceylonsilvergirl said: girls like swarms of things, right?

idk bro my wife wasn't so big on it when I got a gig housing 30 mice, but maybe she's weird. I liked them. (sadly one of the best paying jobs I've ever had up until the owner lost it and abandoned them with me, yes I still took care of them for the rest of their little lives) (and yes I also got my wife's okay before I took them on in the first place)

on [covid] @mordantivore said: reading posts from when the era of covid safety was declared anathema and ended is haunting. we were so desperate to find ppl willing to help us stay alive. there are fewer of us now bc “allies” are worthless & more of us have died

yeah. fuck. I'm lucky that the people in closest proximity to me are at least moderately careful, but me and my wife and partner are usually the only ones wearing masks anywhere we go except sometimes the employees and I know they don't always wear them when they're out without me.

on [swim] @northeasternwind said: Jdjdjfkg imagining Kirby being way more bouyant than your average human so them gotta exhale REAL HARD or attach nega-floaties (sinkies?) like weights to dive

lol yeah they probably gotta try So Hard to actually get under the water. (I think diving weights/ballast is a thing that humans use too? I've never gone diving, having my face underwater stresses me out -n- )

on [float] @nickiemoot said: he has to go now. his planet needs him. *slide whistle*

I can only hear this as that one similar part from one of the asdfmovies, it delights me

@vampiricarus said: if you see this just know i love your art so much

aww thank you! <3

anonymous said: just wanted to say I love Kirby and I love your art! I’m always excited to see it on my dash. thank you for bringing a little joy to my life :) I need it once in a while like I’m sure a lot of others do too! Keep up the good work :))

thank you! drawing a little guy brings me a little joy too, I'm glad it can do the same for others <3

on [drain] @ceylonsilvergirl said: I’m sorry you’re having a rough time. Existing is hard work sometimes. A lot of the time

fuck dude it sure is <3 especially when my body keeps trying to shut down lol

on [mud] @why-are-all-the-fun-urls-taken said: Hey man are u doing ok

I am not, thanks for asking <3

on [tummyache] @hobgirl said: :o kirby the gorb why would you do that!!!!! why!!!!!

I didn't want it to go to waste!!! everyone is dumb sometimes!!!

on [wizard] @eau-the-agony said: not enough appreciation in the wizarding world for garlic salt spell. its all kung pow penis tgis and ketamine ape that. not enough of the small joys which carry us through the horrors like a dinky garbage raft

you are so right. the small joys are the most powerful of all.

on [wizard] @beepbeepdespair said: somehow didnt know garlic salt was a thing until this moment. now i really want some. i think i just found a kg of it online for 12 quid??

I am so pleased that you now have the knowledge of Garlic Salt Spell, I hope you got to try it out for yourself :D

on [zelda] @chaos-squared said: Good job!! I’ve had it for longer yet still haven’t completed it ;w;

nothing wrong with that! I only finished it as quickly and thoroughly as I did because I was basically bedridden for all of october, as long as you enjoy the time you do spend with a game it doesn't really matter how much time you spend or how far you get.

on [brave] @gudetamalover said: me tomorrow afternoon when I get all four wisdom teeth out

I'd already had several other oral surgeries on account of Weird Teeth before I got my wisdom teeth out but it still knocked me on my ass for a couple days, I hope your recovery went as smooth as possible! (altho that was also like. 15 years ago. and general anesthesia has gotten a lot better since then.)

on [shiny] @angst-and-fajitas said: Like to slap his bald head reblog to slap his bald head

bald! bald! bald! bald!

on [powerwash] @chronicdilf said: decemberb 16 im goign to walk across the damn stage get my damn diploma folder im going to go home and POWERWASHER SIMULATOR JUST LIKE KIRBY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

yeah!!! you're gonna do it!!! you might be doing it right now even!!!

on [cooked] @hobgirl said: oh mood kirby..... struggling with the very last paper i need to write before i can graduate and its got me feeling this way fr

ough, I hope you made it through your paper! lots of people graduating tho that's so cool, congrats to both of you!

on [bears] @jupiterlandings said: I get so happy every time I see Cake and the name Cake being tagged :)

it's such a good name for a bear, I'm grateful you thought of it!! especially given the best I could do for the other one was "kirbear" lol

@violet-dragongirl said: omg seeing that Fav Grobs Post you recently put up makes me so happy! over a thousand (and then some!) GORBS?! :D I'm not only impressed but so proud ya made it this far and I'm so glad you got possibly more to go of Kirby!! :D!! Really great job 🥰🥰

thank you! I'm gonna hit 2000 days of drawing kirby tomorrow, that's so wild!

on [popular] @timeturner-jay said: Op your Kirby art brings so much utter joy you have no idea <3

yay I'm glad <3 I love to draw a little guy, it's good I'm not the only one having fun lol

I got a lot of "good blaze op" on the [macarena], and you're all correct, thank you for recognizing my great decision making B) (I'd been meaning to add the music and blaze it from basically the moment I drew it, I've just been really sick so it took a while.)

(also even if I don't always gather them in the roundup there are names I recognize showing up repeatedly in the tags, some of whom have been here for years, and I'm always glad to see you're still around!)

#text #title text #long post #readmore #reply roundup #asks answered #kirb2k #swearing #coronavirus #sleepy-sheep-wizard #not my art #shapeshifterwithafez #hauntedppgpaints #gaydiation-poisoning #hive-heart #ceylonsilvergirl #violet-dragongirl #mordantivore #northeasternwind #nickiemoot #vampiricarus #anonymous #why-are-all-the-fun-urls-taken #hobgirl #eau-the-agony #beepbeepdespair #chaos-squared #gudetamalover #angst-and-fajitas #chronicdilf

[steves-strapcollection]

Eric and Charlie, 133: “please never stop smiling.” Eric rambling/infodumping, seeing Charlie smiling at him

I went a liiiiittle off script because of the erlos art you posted in the stuad but I think you'll forgive me!!

This little ficlet includes the following OC's

Charlie/Carlos, who is mine

Eric, who belongs to @sentient-trash

Roger, who belongs to @stobinesque

The three of them are lichrally husbands :)

This little ficlet also includes and was ultimately fully inspired by art drawn by @sentient-trash so AAAAAAAAH

anyway, tagging the scromies: @theheadlessphilosopher @wormdebut @steddieas-shegoes @vampeddie @patchworkgargoyle @scarcrossdlvrs @starryeyedjanai @vecnuthy @sidekick-hero @stobinesque

and @wynnyfryd you liked the cute line from my sickest, sexiest line post and [gestures] here's the ficlet if you wanna read it

Eric jumped as he felt cool, wetness against his chest, his words stumbling as he opened his eyes and peered down at his husband. They were cuddled up in Eric’s bunk on the bus, Charlie laying on his stomach between Eric’s legs and wrapped around him in a koala hug. They’d been talking, snuggling and petting each other tenderly while they did.

Well, Eric had been talking about cars, infodumping really and he knew most of it flew over Charlie’s head. But the man never complained, never asked to change the subject, just let Eric talk and talk and talk until he exhausted himself. It was a little intense, at first, when they started playing with the idea of getting together, having Charlie’s undivided and content attention, the way he would ask relevant questions to keep the conversation going. It was especially intense the first time when Eric finally ran out of things to say and Charlie just sighed happily and said, “You’re so smart, mi amor.”

No one, least of all anyone Eric had dated, had ever said that to him after he talked at them about cars for what was sometimes hours.

Tonight, it was like most performance nights; they performed and since they had to get to the next city before any of the soonest flights, they were driving straight there. He and Charlie had their own bunks, but they almost never actually slept apart. They would curl up in one of the bunks and talk, usually Eric doing most of it, until one or both of them started yawning too much to talk around.

What was different this time was that, somehow, Eric missed when Charlie began to doze off.

Now, Charlie was well and truly asleep, his eyes flickering behind his eyelids and part of Eric’s shirt caught between his lips and teeth while he sucked on it. It was one of Charlie’s sweetest little quirks, in Eric’s opinion, and it was literally the only reason Eric was wearing a shirt at all. Normally, he slept without a top on, but for Charlie he could easily tolerate the discomfort.

Overcome with how much he adored the man wrapped up in his arms— the love of his life, one of the best things that ever happened to him, the father of his future children, his husband— Eric dipped his head to press a gentle, lingering kiss against Charlie’s forehead and held his mouth there, sighing contentedly.

The shutter-click of a polaroid camera broke the quiet of the bus and Eric looked up, a bit startled. Standing at the mouth of the little hall of bunks, a bit sheepishly as he shook the picture as it developed, Roger smiled down at them. Looking around, Eric realized that at some point the bus had stopped. Since when had the bus stopped moving? Was he really so lovestruck over his husband that he failed to notice the bus coming to a stop and turning off?

“I just pulled over to use the bathroom,” Roger explained in a whisper as if reading Eric’s thoughts, crouching at the edge of the bunk to reach in and stroke a hand over Charlie’s hair. “Decided to check on my boys before getting back on the road. Saw the cutest damn thing in the world and had to take a picture.”

Eric grinned at the older man, squeezing Charlie a bit. “Yeah, and what was that?” he asked cheekily.

“S’pose you can see for yourself,” Roger replied, holding up the picture.

It was truly one of the most breathtaking photos of Charlie that Eric had ever had the pleasure of seeing. He looked serene, angelic even as he slept, sucking on Eric’s shirt with the corners of his mouth curled up. Eric knew that was just part of the sucking motion, that it wasn’t actually a smile, but he liked to think that it was. That Charlie was so happy that he was grinning even in his sleep.

“Damn, that is the cutest damn thing in the whole world,” Eric agreed, squeezing Charlie again.

“Y’both are,” Roger said firmly, leaning to kiss Eric chastely on the lips.

There was a little huff between them, and when Roger and Eric looked down, Charlie’s hazel eyes were open, droopy and heavy with exhaustion, but he was smiling.

“Where’s m’kiss?” Charlie mumbled sleepily around his mouthful of Eric’s shirt before dropping it with a frowny little mlem and wiping his lips.

“Holy shit, sometimes I want to squeeze you so tight your head pops off,” Eric confessed around a laugh, tilting Charlie’s face up with a finger under his chin until their lips met, soft and sweet and perfect.

When they pulled apart, Roger used his hand in Charlie’s hair to guide him into a kiss that was a bit deeper, more searching than the one Eric had received from the older man. When they separated, Charlie looked a bit dazed, and possibly for more reasons than just exhaustion.  If only they weren’t on the bus, Eric would’ve happily ran with that inkling of arousal.

“I’d better get back up front. Goodnight, Carlos,” Roger sighed, kissing Charlie again, chaste and sweet. Then he pressed another kiss to the corner of Eric’s mouth as well and murmured, “’Night to you as well, Eric.”

“’Night, Roger,” Eric replied, grinning as Charlie mumbled a little, “Goodnight, Rog.”

When Roger stood back up with a little groan, he closed the little curtain over the mouth opening of the bunk, plunging Charlie and Eric into more proper darkness.

With a sigh, Eric reached up to hit the switch on the fairy lights he put up, filling the enclosed space with soft, orange lighting that made it look like Charlie’s big, hazel eyes were full of stars. He loved him so much, Eric wanted to cry and dance and sing about it, but instead he just stooped to kiss the tip of Charlie’s nose, shaking a delighted little giggle out of him.

“Please, never stop smiling,” Eric breathed as he pulled back to meet Charlie’s eyes in the dim lighting.

Charlie’s grin twitched with his confusion, but it didn’t falter. “Okay, I’ll try,” he promised, shifting upward along Eric’s body to tuck his head under his chin, lips pressed against his throat. “Same goes for you, though.”

Eric laughed and squeezed his arms around Charlie tightly. “Keep this up, and that should be easy to do,” he said, kissing the top of Charlie’s head and relishing in his contented sigh.

#erlos #gerry writes #make me write

[kinnbig]

worst part of fanon

edit: censored to (hopefully) stop this showing up in the tag 😵‍💫

10 - worst part of fanon

CH*NBIG 🫣

no okay. so the thing that makes me saddest is that Ch*nBig has soooo much potential!!! but fanon Ch*nBig just misses for me because there’s this insistence on making it romantic! imo it will never be well-characterised because (unless it’s set super post-canon in an “everyone lives” AU), to make Ch*nBig a romantic relationship you have to strip Big of one of his core traits and the motivation for most of his actions in the show - the fact that he’s in love with Kinn. it just doesn’t work for me to just take that away and pair him up with someone else, because it’s so so central to who Big is as a character.

that’s not to say that Big being in love with Kinn would mean he could never have any kind of sex life with anyone else - I write KenBig friends-with-benefits and messy feelings! I’ve rambled about VegasBig! I think there’s soooo much potential for messy, toxic Ch*nBig - Big fucking Chan because he knows it’s the closest he’ll ever get to Kinn… Chan taking advantage of his position of power and Big's unwavering loyalty, because he knows Big would never refuse an order… Chan knowing as Big drops to his knees that he's wishing it was Kinn who had ordered it… 👀 hell yeah! I love that concept!!

but I get frustrated with fanon Ch*nBig being all romance and daddy kink (oh god don’t get me started on the daddy kink) lmao 🫣

🔥 choose violence ask game 🔥

EDIT: sorry omg I did not mean for this to show up in the tag!!! I deliberately didn’t tag it because obviously I didn’t want this in the ship tag so idk why it has anyway!! :/ I’m gonna censor and hopefully that’ll fix it rip sorry

#ooof SORRY #this is just me though like. no hate to the ch*nbig girlies. you do you. it’s just Not For Me. #lmao this is the first choose violence ask game ask that has made me feel like i’m actually choosing violence #🫣🫣🫣 #ask game #ask

[ryangravytrain]

WIP WEDNESDAY ON A THURSDAY

Shout out to @hckyrcl for tagging me 😊 I will tag some pals and feel free to do it or not, up to you! @capsvsducks @zepuckinghockey @lizziemack @imafriendlydalek

Anyways here’s to good words!

“Tom it is four in the morning. Why the hell are you calling me so early?”

“Oh sorry ‘bout that buddy. To be fair it's only like, 6 am here.” Came Tom’s sheepish response.

Andre couldn't be mad at him though. Tom didn't call him all that often and when he did there was always something on his mind. “What’s going on?”

“I can't just call my good friend Burky who I miss dearly? Do you hate me so much that you never want to hear from me again? Is that why you left DC? I'm hurt Burt, hurt.” Tom rambled.

Andre rolled his eyes, “Tom stop being a bitch,” Tom let out a scandalized gasp, “Tell me the truth, I won't judge you babes.”

Tom sighed on the other end of the phone, “We signed a couple guys over the summer…”

“Yes I am aware.”

“So you know that you played with one of them in juniors right?”

He racked his brain for a second, “Oh yeah. Stromer right?”

“Yes! Dylan Strome!” Tom cheered.

“What about him?”

“Okay I need you to tell me everything you remember about him. Like pregame rituals, quirks, if he’s nervous about being on the Caps. Everything.”

Andre rubbed between his eyes, “God, I don't know. He’s changed since he was on the Otters. I don't think he has the same rituals or anything.”

“I don't care. I want to know everything.”

Andre pushed himself out of bed at that. He knew that Tom wouldn't let this go until Andre started talking. That was the thing about Tom, if he became interested in someone, he’d stop at nothing to learn every single little thing about him. He just hoped that poor Dylan was prepared for the full force of Tom Wilson.

#hockey #hockey rpf #washington capitals #tom wilson #andre burakovsky #Dylan strome #yes this is my Tom/dylan fic that I have been writing and rewriting for weeks #tho this part has not changed

[x-pair-o-dice-x]

Dice I have re-read everything in the by nature AU tag like 50 times and I love it so much it’s so good-

Anyway I wanted to ask some things to expand a little bit if you don’t mind:

How do Dreams friends react to him literally just…disappearing? He runs off with the bench trio, but do the rest of the manhunt crew learn where he went? And does Dream try to explain to them (especially Sapnap) that eating borrowers is wrong? i can imagine Sam just being like “oh yeah I know btw you wanna meet my little borrower partner?” and he just pulls Ponk out of a pocket

Also, kind of going back to Sapnap, will Karl and Quackity have roles in this au? Cause I can totally see them being two borrowers that Sapnap meets after learning that borrowers are sapient. It would be so hard for him to accept that he likes them (platonically or romantically if you like karlnapity), especially given that you said he ate borrowers as often as possible. He’d probably take the news of them being sapient the worst.

Also not really a question, but kinda odd how Phil and Techno knew what rovengers were when Tommy and Tubbo didn’t, I wonder they they hide their main predator’s existence 👀

Also, lastly, you’ve mentioned that humans were a thing in this AU, so are there any characters you plan to be human?

Sorry this is a lot, when I really like something a lot I ramble hskskshsk

YOOOO i don’t mind this ask at all!!!! i’m happy to answer all of these hell yeah.

(quick warnings for vague mentions of hard and soft vore)

lemme clear up the second-to-last question first real quick: actually, no one really knew about rovengers. when tommy and tubbo first got taken, all they knew about were some particularly large tracks that were nearby. and even then, they weren’t 100% certain whether or not they were even related. it was only connected when those same tracks showed up when tommy and tubbo returned.

dream and ranboo had to explain what exactly rovengers were to phil, who then relayed it to techno. until then, they didn’t even know what they looked like, let alone what they were called.

now, back to the first question.

there actually was a scene i meant to add in the fic,,, but it had to be cut, since i couldn’t get it to look right. plus, it did feel like it didn’t flow well with the rest of the story,, at least not the way i was writing it.

it took place after dream stored the borrowers and his brother, as he was trying to make his way out of the colony.

he ended up getting interrupted by sapnap. sap, who had heard about the fight between ranboo and dream(somehow), wanted to talk to him, see if he was okay.

dream debated whether or not to tell sapnap, and the rest of his friends, about what he learned about borrowers, but hesitated.

he.. he knows they’re his friends.

but.. how would they react when finding out about borrowers? george and any were always pretty apathetic about them, leaning no particular way towards them, but.. sapnap…..

dream doesn’t tell him. he simply says he’s going on a walk to cool off some steam.

sapnap, at first, wants to go with him, but dream refuses, saying he wishes to be alone right now. hesitantly, sapnap agrees, saying that he wants to talk to him after he comes back.

dream puts on a smile, and says sure.

and then he leaves, and doesn’t come back.

————

anyway, my inability to ramble about anything without making it a mini-fic aside, yeah uh. he doesn’t explain.

and they don’t react well.

sapnap especially.

first his father disappears without a word, and now his best friend, as well as his brother?

yeah… mans is not okay.

he ends up having to take over as leader of their patrols, now that dream’s missing, but sapnap assures everyone it’s temporary. dream’s gonna come back, maybe he just- got lost, or something. he’s gotta come back, surely.

(on one of these patrols, they end up finding a certain mossy-green rovenger, but that’s a story for another day.)

moving on to your second question, and — huh, i never actually.. shared anything about karl and quackity here,, huh didnkdbfid. i’m pretty sure i did in the discord server,,, but i guess i never put them here,,, woops!!

but uh- yeah yeah they’re here!!!! and indeed,, they’re both borrowers!

(skeppy and ponk are also here but you knew about the latter already djdbdkbdid)

they’re both bird-like borrowers — and, okay quick little tangent here i guess, there’s two types of borrower designs, ones based off real animals, and plain ones, with just pointed ears and stuff. why? uhh because why not, that’s why.

i have like a vague idea on how they all meet, but i’m gonna need to find a reason to justify why sapnap doesn’t immediately try to eat ‘em,, that doesn’t involve them talking dibdkdn.

or- actually maybe i have one? maybe sapnap hasn’t seen borrowers with wings before — maybe they’re a bit hard to catch, and even harder to keep contained.

sapnap ends up finding karl, and decides to keep him as a pet for a bit, a la dream kdndkdndkdn.

when he finds out they’re sapient…….. hoo boy……….

and now,, for the final question…

indeed, there is a character in this au that is human!!!

and i could be ominous about it and wait until i write a fic about it, but we all know that’ll take years, so.. here she is!!!

mumza!!!!!!!

she lives in a house out in the woods — a house that happens to be the one where the borrower village is nearby!

she isn’t around often— she’s an archeologist, so she has to travel around in order to do her work, making her house a prime target for most of their borrowing trips.

(though, it’s not as if they have to sneak around the place if they want anything — she’s more than happy to give them a thing or two!)

also, while i’m at it — and mostly bc i forgot to share them — sbi designs!!!!

#mcyt gt #mcyt g/t #asks #by nature au #my art #<< under the cut #vore mention tw #also yes btw i Will be doing romantic karlnapity #i may be aro myself but some ships… some ships are very good

[soberyinragingyang]

TL;DR: this fandom is great and I ramble about smitherses characterisation

omg you guys... I put that post in my queue because I wanted to decide on posting it or not later, but then it did 😅 thank you for your responses, I'm happy it struck a cord in that sense. I'll be going through them and probably replying soon.

I usually try not to 'start shit' (which is why I don't tag it, and censor the character names in a way) because I believe everyone is entitled to their own opinions and interpretations of characters. I know I personally bend the 'rules' a bit even looking at the classic seasons for what's probably considered 'in character' or not and I don't want to pretend I know the truth about characters that aren't my own. Part of what makes niche fandom so enjoyable to me is the endless possibilities for personal interpretation!

But I believe our little ingroup of sorts can agree that part of what makes smits enjoyable to us is his adoration of scheming, plotting men with little care for the consequences to others, and the fact that they, in the current seasons, proceeded to then frame his character as 'here's to enjoying the good in each other, while ignoring the bad' (paraphrased) in the Portrait episode was extremely uncomfortable to me, like a pretty big, cartoon slap in the face. It made me realize that a lot of people see this character as something so different from me/us, including the current showrunners.

Which is, you know, okay... I just firmly disagree and sometimes I get a bit too irked for comfort. Honestly, lucky to see I'm not alone in this and get to bother people besides my boyfriend with opinions he can't bring himself to care about much 😂

To be clear with this: I really, really don't want to think of smits as someone who goes along with evil deeds only because he's tasked to. Someone who turns a blind eye to moral corruption for the off chance that things may get better, or worse, that he might get a relationship out of it if he sticks around and suffers through it all long enough. In the current seasons he comes off as so meek and unhappy, and I really can't consider it 'character development' even if I wanted to.

So yeah, big kudos to his characterisation in Who Shot Mr.Burns Part 1 where he very clearly drew a line once things weren't enjoyable for him any longer. I see him as a guy who, you know, only acts as a doormat when he feels like it, and genuinely enjoys all of his and burnsie's corporate adventures. Bonus points if he gets into a bit of good old fashioned backstabbing (I miss you, anagonist-to-Homer smits..)

Anyway, I miss these two being friends, I miss how they looked like partners in crime who, generally, enjoyed being around one another. I miss how comfortable they both were in their cartoony boss/lackey dynamic. I get we can't have that back, with that chemistry dwindling since past season 8 (and even past season 3, in a different way), to the point where I don't even want them to be canon anymore... but I really enjoy keeping the spirit alive with all of you.

And to those of you who don't see them as I just described and still ship them, or don't: godspeed!

#I just love you all you're such fun and creative people #in other news would you guys like me to make a compilation of smits being a jerk because I have the clips... I have the power #kinda want to do a lil analysis too... again that just feels a bit like 'starting shit' cause I don't want to be angry I just want to see #yellow men kiss #I get to be serious about cartoons once every three months as a treat

[apocalypticsinn]

My God of War (2018 and Ragnarok) OC Latif~! Latif is approximately 5′2″, enby, and uses They/Them pronouns. (I know in their second ref the makes on their body are blue but I changed it later so they’re supposed to be th same light purple as on their face~) Some more very quickly typed out info below!

They are an Etherial Witch!  Etherial witches are a very rare race created from a Dwarf and an Elf. Not every child born of these two can be born as an Etherial Witch, however. Most of the time, if a child is conceived, they take a majority of features from one of the parents (EX: A slightly taller dwarf with VERY tiny horns, a slightly smaller elf with shorter wings/less an affinity with magic, etc.) Etherial Witches were the... Origin race of both the Elves and Dwarves before they were ‘split’.  Latif’s mother was specifically a Dark Elf, their father a Dwarf.  Almost no one remembers the Etherial Witch race, (Which, Etherial Witch isn’t even the official title of the race. It’s just what everyone ended up calling them for the ability to walk in-between like Dwarves, but more unseen, and use magic like Elves, making them ‘witch like’)

(This was kind of quickly done s o r ry)

Their mother left them to their father at a young age, feeling embarassed by the mistake they had made with their father. Their father, however, knew some tales of this ancient race, and wanted to use their child to get respect in other communities, not knowing that many others did not know much of Etherial Witches, nor care. He abused Latif, especially when he noticed they were not being as ‘useful’ as he wanted. Latif had come to know Brok and Sindri through their father, close friends of his, and became Uncles to them. The brothers did not know how badly their father had treated them, until Latif ran away at a young age, deciding to fair for themself in the wilds of Midgard.

Latif runs a trading business. They create potions and charms and trade with many from any realm (with their ability, they can realm travel without needing to use the bridge or official gates, even if the gate is closed/destroyed). They are great with their hands, and can work fast. They normally wear a glamour when trading, as to not scare or confuse anyone.  They also have an affinity for smithing, of course they are not as great as their uncles, but they do learn from them. Latif specializes more in enchanting pre-made items.

Latif runs into Kratos and Atreus during their journey to head towards the mountain, asking to tag along as they need some herbs up there anyway, and can help the pair find their way up.  Kratos disagrees, but Atreus is grateful for a new companion and any help.  Latif has an ability to ‘attach’ themself to an item, kind of like entering its own pocket dimension, and does that with Atreus’ quiver.  During the journey, Latif forms a bond with Kratos and Atreus, becoming a staple daughter/older sister figure, and the middle ground between them that they both sorely need.  They are also reunited with their beloved uncles through the course of the journey after many years of missing.

I don’t have much art of them posted here yet but there is some ship stuff of them and Heimdall I have posted (because yeah that’s a thing that happens in the time between 2018-Ragnarok).

I’ll add more rambles to my blog later when I think of any kthxbye~

#God of war OC #god of war ragnarok #gowr oc #self insert #my art #Latif #gowr

[el-yon]

death and princess

bleach pilot AU has been brought up on tags today and the drabble is coming out of my cage. This is simply Rukia and Orihime bonding. It is silly, sweet, and comforting, and that’s all there is to it. Also on Ao3. 

Summary:

Orihime is a soul, Rukia is a mess, Heaven is closed for them, and Enraku is very judgmental.

Karakura Town

“ooooh, and how does this Shinigami-thing work? Does Kurosaki-kun have to do this everyday? Also, how old are you, Kuchiki-san? Can I pass through walls, now? Waaaah, I can’t believe I told Kurosaki-kun I had to come back to take care of things in my house for my funeral… his father owns the mortuary! What if they arrange my funeral? This is so embarrassing….!”

The girl fusses and even though there is no blood circulating within her, she raises her hands to her cheeks in embarrassment as if she was blushing

“… darn it… you don’t talk to the guy you like about your funeral, right? I-I mean, I don’t like, like him, I just… oh dear, what is he going to think, I’m such a klutz…. I need a donut…OH, WAIT, Kuchiki-san, can I still eat?!“

Rukia’s mouth open and closes a few times as the girl – well, the girl’s spirit – asks her a thousand questions. Some of which she has the answers to, some were trickier and she quite wished someone could answer for her, as well. And while she found the teenage romance amusing, she did not have the time for it - not right now, anyway.

Because the one question Orihime did not ask – how could she; she had no idea the depths of the trouble they were in – was the one question tying up all the others. The one question pounding in her hear, hanging over her, over them, like a blade against their throats, and she could not even see who was holding it.

What the hell was she supposed to do now?

There she was, back to her normal self, yet unable to go back to Soul Society, sitting on a dead-girl’s living room with her silly – however adorable – pink teddy bear staring directly at her, as if it was judging her. They had just returned from her failed, embarrassing attempt to cross over to Soul Society, and both her – and the innocent person next to her – were denied entrance.

But… she’s an innocent soul!

If her pleads were even heard, it would be more than she would expect. 

Soul Society was not known for its forgiveness, nor its flexibility when it came to rules.… 

she should know.

And yet, it ached. Deep within her chest.

How could this happen?

All she wanted was to do her job.

This kid with unusual high-density spiritual energy shows up, is nearly killed and, to save his life, she gives him powers.… And she is stripped of hers.

Rukia sighs. Nothing has prepared her for this.

‘aaaaah? Kuchiki, get back on your feet!’

She could almost hear him.

‘… Yo, Rukia… chins up!’

… She missed hearing him.

If only she could reach out to one of them.

But one was dead.

And the other…

The other was unreachable.

The thought clutches her throat, and she swallows, clenching her hands as if the last time they touched happened just a few seconds before, instead of decades.

“… oh, and what do I tell my landlady….?”

“I don’t know!”

The words escape her, and Rukia regrets it the second Orihime’s eyes widen tremble.

The girl does not seem to get angry at her, which only made the matters worst. It was the oddest of feelings, but looking at those brown, watery eyes filled with fear and wonder, Rukia felt a rush of sympathy.

And it got to her.

“… Sorry, Inoue…” She coughed “.. I… I don’t know what to do next, really. I….” She sighs, trying to relax her shoulders “… I I need some time to think…”

“… oh… ” Orihime speaks, softly, and the erratic, vibrant energy from a few seconds before gradually fade away. In its stead, a calm, warm humming silence fills the room, and Rukia instantly felt herself being enveloped in tranquility as the girl seats down in front of her

“… Sorry for my rambling, Kuchiki-san… I was just overwhelmed, hehe…”

“… yeah… you and me both….” She answers, partly smiling, partly snorting as she turns away to gaze at the night sky, crossing her line of sight with the obnoxious teddy bear again.

“… Oh, right, I forgot to introduce you!” The girl beams, snapping Rukia out of her thoughts before she could drift into gloom-driven ideas. Still, she jumped back on worry-mode.

Introduce me to who, exactly?

She feels her face ask the question, as if also asking “what is it, this time?!”, yet as Orihime’s eyes sparkle, all she manages is a poor pronounced

“… huh…?”

“Enraku!” She points to the tiny creature “… He doesn’t talk much, but he observes a lot…! He’s actually a good company, but you need to give him time, you see…”

As if the absurdity of the situation was not enough, Orihime turns to speak to the toy.

“Look, Enraku, you’re making Kuchiki-san feel self-conscious!” She picks it up and shoves it in front of her, faking a low-pitched voice “… Please, accept my apologies, Kuchiki Rukia-sama! Make yourself at home”

Rukia's face reflect her utter shock at the turn of events….... yet she deeply appreciated it.

“…. H-hi…” She stutters, then scratches her throat, making her own theatre-pitched voice that she was, in fact, very proud of “…pleased to make your acquaintance, Enraku-sama, thank you for your hospitality”

Orihime lets out a soft giggle, and offers her a gentle smile.

Rukia takes it.

“… so…. I’m going to explain everything to you… and we’ll figure things out as we go, ok?”

“Ok!”

She answered in the most optimistically-sounding “ok” Rukia had ever heard anyone say, and while she could not answer what would be of their fate, she knew what she was supposed to do now.

She had chosen to be a Shinigami.

And he might have not been there with her now, but they made this choice together.

It was the promise of optimism.

It slipped right through their fingers.

Again, and again.

Not this time.

She would be a Shinigami, even if it got taken away from her. She was going to keep that promise.

She saved the kid’s life. Now, she would help this kid, too.

“Ok… alright… so, first, I’m going to need a scrapbook. And pencils.”

“Oh…! Then, we’re in luck!” Orihime beams, rushing to dresser unit on the other side of the room, crouching towards the bottom drawer “… aha!”

She points, triumphantly, to the unit filled with all sorts of crayons, glitter pens, highlighters and stickers – much richer than anything Ichigo had within his study materials.

Yes, Rukia thought to herself.

Things could actually be looking up.

#Bleach #Rukia Kuchiki #Orihime Inoue #Bleach Pilot AU #drabble drabble #Ichigo Kurosaki #Renji Abarai #Kaien Shiba (in memoriam) #fic #short one-shot

[flamingbluepanda]

Cam watches Shameless UK (so you don't have to)

Oh yeah it's happening. There's 11 seasons. 10 episodes each. Gonna tag them all with CWSUK so if you're not interested blacklist that.

I'm also gonna do some tldr stats because these are gonna get long every time I think and I doubt people will want to read all my ramblings.

Similarity to shameless US: 97%

Did we see Mickey in this episode? No

McAvoy count: 5

Who was the main Gallagher this episode? Fiona

Who was MY favorite character this episode? Liam

Frank speeches: 2

Anyway, ONWARD!

Season 1 Episode 1

They warn you so many times about the mature content on channel 4 lmao

They keep Carl bald so his hair doesnt stand on end. He looks like a demon sorry Carl.

I wouldn't trust this version of Ian with a single thing.

You need subtitles with this show. Need em.

I've heard that a lot of the plot is the same, but we're starting strong with Karen Jackson lmao

Oh Veronica is here!!! Can't wait to see her

MCAVOY x1

Vee is blonde. And white. Liam is also white. This is like a fascinating science experiment

I love this version of jimmy Steve more than American jimmy Steve

Okay I still don't trust this version of Ian but he has HUGE eyes

Awww no okay he's just a beby I trust him I take it back baby I'm sorry he's crying lip look what you did

MCAVOY x2

Carl STILL looks like a demon

No Kevin yet .....

THERES A LOT OF SIDEWAYS CAMERA ANGLES ITS WEIRD

There's Kev!! He has a gold chain and short hair.

Instead of the infamous fridge calender, they have a big ole pinboard.

Oh damn jimmy Steve is a smooth talker

I was gonna make a joke about all those graphic scene warnings being just for kissing but then they cut to the sezys

TONY MARKOVICH IS A BABEY

LIL BABEY LIAM IS REALLY CUTE and he told Jimmy Steve to go away as his first line. Im obsessed with him favorite character.

Lmao all her siblings watching jimmy Steve get in his car and judging

Hi Frank. You scare me more than William Macy does.

MCAVOY x3

I appreciate channel 4 using different subtitle colors for different characters talking. Makes it easy to track whos talking and I love it

There has been no k*sh so far and I am hoping and praying he never shows up

At least lip told Ian he was taking him to see Karen in this version.

rip Ian he looks so unhappy.

Everyone is so freckled in this show.

"HES GONNA KILL HIM!" *Music pauses, thump* "he's killed him 0-0" Karen sounds horrified

Okay I'm coming around to Ian and lip they're such dumbasses.

OKAY THERES KEVS DICK THEY NEVER SHOWED US STEVE HOWIES DICK HEJSJEKAJAKA

Other than his infamous opening speech Frank hasn't spoken yet

Apparently instead of clowns Eddie Jackson collects owls

MCAVOY x4

Ugh noooooo please no kash nooooooooooooooooooo please just let him be a dick don't make them fuck pleaseeeeee

Frank STiLL hasn't talked and it's creepy as shit

Nvm he talked

I miss joan cusack

Ugh nooooo dammit where's Mickey do I have to wait I'll episode 3 to see him

PUNCH HIM LIP PUNCH HIM KICK HIS ASS

At least Ian's not doing army shit ig

MCAVOY x5

Debbie has had a single line telling Liam to go to bed.

Okay seriously jimmy Steve needs to stop winning my heart when I know he's gonna be a turd again.

Nvm Debbies had two lines

MCAVOY x6

Three lines for Debbie!!

They show us a lil snippy of bloopers after the credits lmao.

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Sorry for probably rendering your notifications a mess after I went through your blog like it's my dash 😅 I just really find your posts insightful and ended up spamming you a bit as a result.

PFFT No worries. Some other users do that too from time to time; its all good. Your tags were quality content and I too want "Jake Lockley killing Bezos in S2 Challenge" because yes. Please. I need that. Marvel, please make that the whole plot of S2. Send message. /joking

Honestly, we have gotten to a place with having DID where a lot of the stuff people struggle with and talk about on in early stages or things that seem non-intuitive / not-obvious are just so like... integrated into our normal daily life that we don't even really remember or think about mentioning it? So its been a bit of a fun moment to sit and look at some people making weird assumptions, stretches, and just missing major things about living with DID because they don't live this life 24/7

I think its nice to open up conversations on stuff like this, and Moon Knights been pretty good for prompting topics and thoughts in our head including a fucking five day long trauma spike spell, but totally worth and totally fine /genuine/ and usually people without DID (especially people without trauma) rarely talk about trauma, abuse, and shit - and when they do they usually talk about it horribly - so I do like that some parts of the 'normie' /light hearted memeing/ parts of the world are actually having the concept of abuse brought into their backyard in a way they can digest. (though I will say much of the MK tags are full of people who obviously aren't survivors, which I'm glad they aren't but its kinda funny)

I think the thing from Moon Knight that - having sat on it and its ending for a while - I liked is that it the main impact / theme built by Marc having DID isn't that hes "quirky" or a "killer" or "uwu cool acting shots" which like yeah sure, its part of it - but the MAIN theme in my opinion is that Marc having DID makes him a vulnerable party and the amount of manipulation, gaslighting, and infantilizing that he gets as a result.

Because THAT there, is very real and a painful reality that most people without DID don't know, don't realize, and often forcefully stigmatize to say that no no no, people with DID are MORE dangerous.

Not having a completely memory file, not having continuous and coherent memory of who you are talking to and what you are doing, not having full and entire control of your life and body due to dissociated parts acting independently of 'your' wishes, having a long history of easily exploitable trauma and trauma-based coping that people who know could take advantage of, not always knowing who you are, looking overtly mentally ill and thus being assumed to be unable to make any valid judgements, etc etc. That shit is very very very real.

Its why a lot of people who went through childhood trauma and developed DID end up getting a long long wrap sheet of traumas throughout their life that extend far past childhood and even living at home. We got Harrow gaslighting gods, we had Gods completely infantilizing and looking down upon Marc for "not knowing his name" and shit, we had Harrow just straight up chronically gaslighting him, we have Khonshu over here just being well *motions to his piece of shit manipulative bird headass*. Like the ONLY character in the whole series to not take advantage of it is Layla (and Taweret), and shes confused as shit about it - and thats decently accurate imo.

That I think is what I appreciate the most from the series in the end of it. Anyways I'm always open to going on rambles and thoughts.

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hi bestie!!

sorry for staying away so long - I was finishing up my semester and then my sibling had a little bit of a crisis so they came home for a couple days but I think all is mostly settled now!

I come to do my best to save you from the 7hr class from hell!!

first, I'm so sad that the tags were being stupid bc your grandsire!Aemond post was sooooooo flipping good! I'm not really someone who has much of an interest in having kids, but to echo a sentiment you've expressed in the past: for Aemond, I might consider it 😜

so, I know you've said in the past that you're not that into folk-y type music - which is totally valid - but I did listen to a couple songs that are on the more upbeat side of folk/rock/pop (?? kinda??? idk what genre is anymore lmao) that really reminded me of Aemond that I thought I would share. They're both by Delta Rae, and the first is called "Is There Anyone Out There" and the second is "Surrounded." Absolutely no pressure at all to listen - I was just going back through that album last night and the Aemond brainrot kicked in and prevented me from being normal about anything 😅

also, idk if you've addressed this before (if you have and I just missed it I'm so sorry! 😭) but do you think Aemond is insecure about his appearance because of his scar? He clearly takes a lot of pride in maintaining his clean-cut appearance and also seems very proud of his Targaryen silver hair, but do you think some of that comes from trying to make up for the fact that he feels like his scar has rendered him totally unattractive? (I mean, obviously not to us lmao, but like, if he perceives it that way). I'm just super curious to hear your thoughts on this bc I'm always ready to be even more sad about my poor little meow meow war criminals

I also have some long rambly thoughts on Targaryen inbreeding and face shape/facial features, but it may be too long and annoying so I won't put them here (also this ask has become a novel as always lol)

anyway, wishing you the best of luck with your class!!

yours in aemond brainrot,

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Hello dear!! no worries at all about staying away, I totally understand that lives get complicated! I do hope that everything has settled for you, and that you're able to find time to rest! omg bless you for coming up to the rescue because this class, I'm telling you, UGHH!

aaaaaaah I know I'm so sad too! I tried tweaking it as much as I could and it did not show! but I'm super happy you got to see it and that you enjoyed it. Hard same, I'm very firm about not wanting kids in real life, but idk what's been happening to me lately that I'm LOVING writing about them. I think it's giving me all the kind of fluff I need in my life right now because things are hard, but it makes it more enjoyable that people here like all of my children rambles! Also grandsire!Aemond is really hot to think about honestly talk about a GILF

Delta Rae...it does ring a bell! I think I have listened to a couple of songs from them in the past but I'm really shit at remembering, but yeah they do ring a bell! thank you so much for the rec, I'll definitely be checking them out! I'm always looking forward for blorbo music (lol) and these days, as you are, my brain is super focused in finding songs for Aemond!

Re: his appearance (I hope I make sense lol) Absolutely he's insecure! but I feel like it's a very complex thing. I think initially, right after his accident, and through the majority of his teenage years he must've been incredibly insecure, paranoid about people whispering about him, calling him slurs and so on. And the people of the time must have done precisely that, feeding his insecurities. Which is why he starts taking such care of him, letting his hair grow because of his pride in his Targaryen heritage. His hair must be the feature he's most proud of because of what it represents, so he must accentuate it by keeping it with such care, keeping it long, etc. He also starts training rigurously, not only the training of his body but his mind, cause if he's lacking in the physical, he must compensate with intellect. I do think after all of the work he puts in, he is confident in himself. Otherwise he wouldn't be cocky and have this air of superiority about him. He knows his worth now, knows that he's way more than his missing eye and scar. If people still whisper about him, I think he'd be more inclined to scoff at them, rather than let it affect him. He knows he can have anyone that wrongs him obliterated now, because of his skill in the blade and he's got Vaghar now. All of that boosts his confidence. But of course he must have his off days where that little boy inside of him comes back and he looks at his reflection and he's thrown back to his worst days. Inside there's still that resentful kid, otherwise he wouldn't be chasing off after Lucerys and continue to taunt him about taking his eye to pay for his. Anyway, hope I made sense!! I'm always hesitant about giving my take on Aemond because I'm no expert in Asoiaf!

And also feel free to drop your rambly thoughts, I enjoy them a lot!!

Thank you for all your good wishes, my darling!! hope your week has been a good one, and that you have an excellent start of your weekend!

love this sign off so I'm hitting you back with it.

Yours in Aemond Brainrot, x

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