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autisticlancemcclain · 2 years

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Keith was used to random foster parent reassignments. He was used to packing his shit to go from house to house quickly. He was used to meeting whatever exhausted adult who needed the paycheque, knowing he’d be back at the group home in a matter of months. It was clockwork, at this point.

His new foster father was a little different. He was a weirdo.

Keith liked him, a little.

Granted, Keith barely knew him. They’d only really had the one interaction, wherein Keith had met the man who’s car he stole at the police station in handcuffs, and the man had pretty much decided then and there that he wanted to adopt Keith because he found him hilarious.

Yeah. Shiro’s a weirdo. But he’s definitely a break from the norm, which is something Keith appreciates.

“…so, technically, my fiancé is about to have the surprise of his life. But he’s pretty chill, once he gets past all the angry Spanish, so I’m sure it’ll be fine!” Shiro smiles brightly at him, and Keith can’t help the small smile he shoots back. Shiro is definitely kind of a dumbass, and his fiancé is definitely about to go bananas. Like, let’s be serious. Who impulse-decides to foster a child who is also a criminal who has also stolen your shit? It’s inane!

But, well. Keith likes chaos, so. This is going to be interesting.

“Honey, I’m home!” Shiro calls as he opens the apartment door, completely unironically.

Keith forces himself to not find Shiro amusing.

He needs to have some boundaries, or he might go do something really stupid, like get attached.

Jesus.

“In the kitchen,” comes a voice, presumably from the kitchen.

Shiro brightens like a considerably excitable puppy, which is a hilarious face to see on someone who’s supposedly some fancy military officer.

Keith follows Shiro dutifully as he makes his way to the kitchen, watching as a man — the fiancé in question, Keith would assume — idly offers his cheek for a kiss (which Shiro happily obliges) without taking his eyes off the vegetables he’s cutting. Keith sets his bag in the floor and slides onto one of the stools at the kitchen island to watch this play out.

The fiancé has yet to notice him.

“How was your day?”

Shiro’s bright smile never leaves his face. “My car got jacked!” he says, in the same tone someone might say that they were promoted.

To his credit, the fiancé — yikes, Keith needs to learn his name — doesn’t even hesitate.

“That’s probably for the best,” he drawls.

“Yeah, I got it back — hey.” Shiro honest-to-god pouts, and Keith bites his lip to keep his laughter down. “That was mean, Adam. You’re a meanie.”

The fiancé — Adam, finally a name — snorts, pausing for the first time to face Shiro fully. He presses a gentle kiss to his lips, grinning the whole time.

“I’m sorry, Takashi-baby. It’s just that you’re maybe the worst driver ever to pass the test.” He softens his words with another kiss, which seems to mollify Shiro a little.

Keith quietly takes out his notebook and a pencil, and starts sketching. This will make a hilarious comic. Not that he really has anyone to show his comics, but he enjoys amusing himself.

“Anyways,” Adam continues, turning back to the cutting board, “did you get the car back?”

“Yeah! Went to the police station, talked to the kid who took it. He’s actually a sweetheart, and he returned my keys and everything. Say hi, Keith!”

Keith decides he is going to do the funniest thing he could possibly do at the moment. Well, to him, anyway.

“Hi, Keith,” he repeats.

Shiro laughs.

Adam turns around, looks at him, and sighs.

“Takashi,” he says, pinching the bridge of his nose, “did steal a whole-ass child?”

“Of course not! I applied to foster him.”

Adam turns to Keith. “Blink twice if you’ve been kidnapped.”

“Hey!”

Keith snorts. “I don’t think Shiro is capable of kidnapping anyone.”

Adam nods seriously. “Good point. He’s not very organized, is he?”

Keith shakes his head, giggling. “His car is a mess!”

“Hey!” Shiro protests again, but he doesn’t really look upset. “That’s not fair. It’s two versus one!”

Adam and Keith look at each other. Adam raises an eyebrow. Keith nods solemnly. “I’m sorry to inform you, Takashi,” Adam says, “but you are never going to win an argument again.”

Somehow, Shiro doesn’t look very sad at the prospect.

Keith smiles to himself. Maybe this will turn out even better than he thought.

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crazywolf828 · 9 months

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To all my writers who have a tough time with smut terms and not knowing which ones to use, I have found the holy grail for us.

This reddit user, who I've recently found out is @kjscottwrites here on tumblr, took a poll of 3,500 people and went really in depth with asking their favorite terminology, along with actual pie charts on what the readers preferred to see in their smut.

Check out their post with the link to the Google doc here!

#hope yall enjoy😌#share to save a life because god smut is so hard to write😭#fics #fan fiction #fanfiction #writing #writing tips #smut #write #don't mind me #i dunno what else to tag this as

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wombywoo · 6 months

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just checking...

#call of duty #cod #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #ghostsoap #mw3 spoilers #my art #👉😌👈 lalala what new game you say??#never heard of it 🤷‍♀️#special shoutout to the anon who sent me a message about sam's smile #literally as I was drawing this so...#same wavelength~#please enjoy your dose of Mister Simon Riley smiling #it's good for the immune system apparently~

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the-magpie-archives · 1 year

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People will really say "Jonathan Sims is a good guy!" or "Jonathan Sims is a bad person!" as if a prominent message of his character arc wasn't that no matter who you are, what you do, or how you behave your actions can cause harm or good without intention, and baselessly assigning morals to people who aren't deliberately causing harm is pointless because our view of them is more about how they affect us than how they actually are.

For better or worse, everyone is just a person. We're all both not at fault and entirely to blame.

#I just think about this a lot.... The messages of morality in tma are really interesting and everyone suffers for it!!#Lots of stories focus too much in having a moral but tma is contradictory in a fascinating way and it's one of the reasons I love it so #I guess this is kinda a post about just morality in general but it was through tma that it came to me so enjoy #Also this was directed at one specific person‚ if you're reading this it's not you #I'm also paranoid about upsetting people so this is your reminder that this is a random opinion and if you disagree that's fine 😌#tma #the magnus archives #the magnus institute #jonathan sims

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willowser · 1 year

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you don't know how much comfort your dragon king bkg drabble has given me ever since you posted it!! i keep reading it i love it sm 🥹

as it turns out, the man bakugou is — a bit harder to handle.

he sleeps like a heathen; you once thought the dragon bakugou to be a bit lazy, with how often he tended to curl up in the fields of grass, warm under the sun, but now — it would seem his little human form needs significantly less rest.

almost up all hours of the day, and when he does finally lay down, he's everywhere. a mess of limbs: one thrown carelessly out to the side and the other bent at an angle you can't believe doesn't hurt his joints. his head stays tucked into you somehow, either buried in your neck or pressed against your ribs — or you'll wake to find him nose-to-nose with you. he still snores like a dragon, however.

you're also beginning to wonder if there is a bottom to the pit of his stomach. he ate much before, whole fields of things, but you expected that appetite to dwindle, at least a little, now that his stomach has decreased considerably in size. and in number ? you're not even sure how many stomachs a dragon has; that's not something that was mentioned in the fairytales.

it burns through him quickly, gives him more energy than he needs, and it doesn't ever seem to affect his weight much. already, he's huge and thick with muscle and eating as much as he does never dulls the severity of his cut abdomen. not that you're looking all that much.

— not that you have a choice not to, as he seems to have little-to-no understanding of —

the door to the bathhouse kicks open, with enough force that you already know who it is without ever turning to look. you try not to shriek when you see him, because he seems to like that in some evil, impish way.

you've been alone to wash so far, thankfully, as the inn you'd managed to find was small and far enough out from the nearest kingdom that the occupancy was low — enough for you and your little brute.

the man bakugou comes to stand in front of the bath, blinking and huffing against the steam. finding clothes for him was — nearly impossible, and so the trousers you'd found hanging on someone's line outside fit above his ankles, a bit too tight around his waist. instead of a shirt, you've wrapped him in a scratchy linen, swaddled him up like a baby to cover the small smattering of scales that decorate his body, almost like freckles from the sun, though they gleam just as bright and red as they ever have. no matter his form.

a horn has started to sprout, on the right side of his forehead, and you've done your best to cover that, too.

you have no idea how long this man thing will last. if it's permanent or if he even has control over it. the last thing you need is for him to switch back, somehow, while you're in the middle of feeding him, absolutely demolishing whatever tavern you're in and calling all of king todoroki's guards to attention.

bakugou grunts, almost sleepy, and tosses a fat, weighty sack onto the edge of the bath. it jingles a certain jingle that makes your heart stop.

"oh, allfather—" you move for the edge, awkwardly keeping one arm against your chest despite the fact that he's seen it all by now. when you peek inside and confirm your fears, you lob it back to him furiously, as if it were a steaming potato. "where do you keep getting this stuff?"

things have started to turn up, miraculously. shiny things — like coins and rings and gems. things he could not have simply found rolling around in the dirt.

"go put it back!" you hiss at him, and the tone of your voice makes his frown deepen. you never realized how pouty he was, when he was still a dragon.

you think he understands you, and you're pretty certain he just chooses not to listen; instead of doing what you've told him in the slightest, he simply dumps the coin-purse to the floor, and then lets his linen and stolen trousers cover it as he unceremoniously undresses.

the biggest issue that you would say the man bakugou poses is — his complete lack of understanding of personal space.

"bakugou!" your voice wavers, shocked again by his nakedness. as if you haven't seen it all by now. "no, you — get out!"

but he does the exact opposite, which is hop into the steaming water, ignoring the arm you hold out to keep him away as he saddles up beside you. skin against scales, pressing a nose into your hair to huff out his annoyance, to make it something you can feel.

if anyone were to walk in right now, they would — probably think the lie you'd told the innkeeper was true. that you are a simple traveler and this is your mute, over-sized husband.

regardless, you think this behavior isn't polite. especially in a public bathhouse.

"bakugou," you try again, turning your face away as you speak to the wood-paneled wall. "i'm taking a bath, you have to wait your turn."

all you receive in response is another huff against your ear and a low rumble of disagreement from his chest.

he has yet to speak back, and has only used inhuman sounds as his points of conversation. the only word you've ever heard him utter is oi, which he does when he really thinks he needs your attention. you're starting to wonder if he's named you that in his head. oi.

curiously, you turn back to him and the movement has him pulling his face from your hair, just enough that he can look down at you, too. watch you, with the red-rippled sea in his eyes.

they're — amazing, you will admit. just as bright and detailed as they always have been. fit for a fairytale told by the fire, veiled by the soft-ash of his lashes. he watches you through them, half-lidded, and you wonder if it's something other than fatigue that has them so heavy.

"do you know what i'm saying?" you ask quietly, voice lacking the firm heat you want it to. instead it's heavy, too, weighted by something soft and unfamiliar and frightening. "can you even understand me?"

bakugou doesn't respond, not with a huff or a rumble or ever a purr, like the one he let out on the night he lay over you by the lake. you've only heard it sparingly since then, oftentimes in his sleep when his face is pressed into you.

you try not to frown at his silence, try not to let it disappoint you because it shouldn't; he's a dragon afterall, and you're not sure what it matters. the little horn protruding from his forehead catches your eye and you reach up to touch it gently, watching him blink away the water that drips from your wrist — and then he's turning into you again, too close.

beneath the water, you feel his hands skate up your bare thighs, wrap around your waist until your chest is pulled flush against his. you feel his huff, again, against the damp skin of your neck but it's slower, lighter. not laced with his frustration. some unknown thing you feel guilty for liking.

you drop your hand to his hair, rushing full force into all the damned things you've thought about doing but have been too afraid to. he's soft between your fingers, and you trace your nails lightly against his scalp until he groans quietly; a new noise, one you don't know how to translate.

your fingers stop when they brush upon little spines that have grown at the base of his skull, that have started to trail down the center of his back.

suddenly, tangled up in the bath with him, you wonder how much time you have left.

bakugou huffs again into your skin, a little fiercer this time, and it's because of his light jostling that you realize how rigid you've gone. you try to relax so that he will, too, though you must not do a convincing job, because a sharp nip comes to your earlobe.

"ow!" you squeal, but he doesn't let you go far, not even as you try to jerk away from him. in fact, the harder you try the more his teeth show: into your cheek and the point of your jaw and then dangerously low on your neck.

it's not until you finally freeze that he stops, huffing again, with a warmth that burns more than the steaming water.

and then, very quietly, he grumbles, "shitty wife," into your collarbone, just before biting you again.

#anon dear friend i am so happy you have enjoyed it !!! and that it has comforted you in some way !!#i am wrapping you up in a big hug and so is our bratty lil dragon🥹#this message was just so cute and i wanted to write more for you !!!#this is all for you my peach my plum 😌 thank you for being here and reading my silly things !! giving me a reason to share them !!!#how fuuuuunnnn i am enjoying him way too much LOL #he's a brat !! a biter !!! he does what he wants !!!#god this is going to become a thing on here isn't it LOL might as well start a tag because i have much more to say !!#the lil world-building i have done for this in my mind...you have no i dea LOL #thank you again dearest !!#he he he he said THIS IS MINE 😊#and by this he means YOU 👀#๑ remember me love: bakugou ๑ #✿ willow writes #✿ ask willow #✿ thoughts: bakugou

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weisbrot · 9 months

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The promised 3/4 Grantaire 😤

or should i say LucifeR 😏

#les mis #les miserables #grantaire #my blergh #lm my blergh #it was originally a watercolour but the blue was too dark to do pencil outlines on top so digital on top yaay #sorry for the radio silence since the con but my life has been a mess 😞 two more weeks til things calm i hope #for now enjoy my boi and mores to come 😌✌🏻#portfolio

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wistfulwatcher · 5 months

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everything I’ve ever watched for carla gugino SHE CREATURE (2001) as LILY

#she creature #carla gugino #carlaguginoedit #filmedit #mine #edit #*#etw*#etw*cg #shipping was free #i enjoyed her in this movie (and this movie in general) a stupid amount #she looks SO GOOD and her voice was extra raspy and 😌#also help i'm beginning to feel like i can trust sebastian to give me what i want in a story?? it makes me Nervous #but like. he's delivering??? i keep thinking 'i want this to end with x' and then it DOES #(i mean this could have been even gayer but i was still satisfied)

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misspoetree · 2 years

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+ Bonus:

KinnPorsche + Text Posts: Porsche Edition - Part II

Bonus: Porsche being an empath

[Themed Editions: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | ?]

[Episode Editions]

#(the tags are acting up again so let's try that again :( )#hello :)#I was actually trying to make a themed edition but somehow ended up with another character edition lol #so please enjoy this second part for our favourite gold star bisexual porsche instead 😌#[fun fact: i still miss the boys so much it's fucking unreal 😭]#kinnporsche #kinnporche the series #thai bl #kinnporsche meme #kinnporsche + text post #kinn × porsche #porsche kittisawasd #apo nattawin #tw: guns #text post meme #missing kinnporsche hours #because the kinnporsche brain rot is still real #1000 notes #2000 notes

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mjtheartist04 · 8 months

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Messy Genya doodle💜

((I love him sm I want to kiss him and hug him and pepper his face with kisses and tell him how much I love him, and take care of him and protect him and feed him watermelon and-))