#i don't know if anyone will see or respond to this but i figured id try

[meriwetherz-moved]

people on lewis and clark tumblr: does anyone know ao3 and 8tracks user "hotmesslewis" and "HotMessLewis" respectively's other social medias? i'm doing scholarly fandom dissection work and would love a little bit of help

#meriwether lewis #william clark #lewis and clark #lewis & clark #corps of discovery #lewis and clark expedition #i don't know if anyone will see or respond to this but i figured id try #if this is invasive let me know #also i might post eventually about the work im doing on my other blog @meriwetherz one day #if you have any questions about the nature of my work feel free to dm on that blog! #mine

[playedcrowd5610]

What If... The Bat's Answered Phantom's Phone?

Set as an AU at the end of Chapter 2 of "A Little Overshadowing Never Hurt Anyone" But can be read as an independent oneshot <3

—"What were you doing in Gotham?" The Dark Knight demanded, ignoring the ghost boy's previous comment.

"Just hanging out. I don't have any real reason to be here. Wanted to see the sights, I guess." Danny shrugged, trying to play it off. It was a lie, but he couldn't tell him anything about his parents or the ghost-hunting convention, since there could be a chance he could figure out Danny’s identity that way. 

Once again, Batman's expression didn't change, just as stone-cold as ever. That was annoying. Normally Danny was really good at reading people. Especially ghosts. It was much easier for them to read each other with their cores and emotions. But with humans, it was much harder. Especially this human.

Suddenly Danny jumped at the sound of his phone ringing… and he knew it was his phone because a remix of the “Ghostbusters theme” was playing.  Danny put his head down covering his face with his hands,  He really shouldn't worry about being embarrassed while being kidnapped with a bunch of ghost tech in some eccentric white guy's creepy bat basement, yet here we are.

The only other person in the room besides Batman stood up. It was the boy in the domino mask., Robin? Wait- Weren’t there multiple now?  Danny couldn’t keep track anymore.  Either way, emo mini Bat jr, a coffee in his hand, walked over to a table filled with ghost-hunting weapons, the majority of which was his parents’ designs.  Danny felt a shiver go down his spine and pushed himself back a bit further in the cage. His fear did not go unnoticed by the boy, who glanced sideways with a frown.

He reached down and started going through the pockets of a belt that lay on the table as the phone kept blaring loudly, Danny glanced down to his waist. He didn’t even realize that they had removed the phone until just now.  Finally, the teenage boy managed to wrangle it out of one of the pockets and held it high in victory before looking at the caller ID.

“B,” The kid started.  “It’s someone named Jazz.”  Danny’s eyes widened. He knew she would be worried right now!   And what was the one thing she told him before he went into Gotham? ‘Danny, stay away from all of those Gotham vigilantes tonight — it can be dangerous.’ The phone abruptly stopped ringing, and Danny breathed a sigh of relief.  But then the boy started scrolling through the phone, or at least the lock screen. “Dozens of missed messages and three missed calls.”  He raised an eyebrow at Danny as if waiting for him to respond.

“She worries.”  Danny shrugs before rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.  Suddenly, the phone blares to life again. Danny’s ears twitch at the sound.  The ringtone starts again.  

“Bring it here, Red Robin,”  Batman says, holding out his hand.  Well, at least Danny now knows his name.   He narrows his eyes at the device like it is somehow out to get him and his whole family.  Danny would have laughed at the expression if he weren’t terrified for his afterlife right now.  After a couple of seconds, it stopped, only to restart again quickly after.

“She is not going to stop until you answer!”  Danny snaps, annoyed.  Batman seems to be in thought for a moment before holding the phone in between the vigilantes and the ghost, hitting answer on speakerphone.  Danny’s eyes widened instantly, in shock that he answered it. Danny was mostly kidding, he didn’t expect the Dark Knight to really answer! Now what should he do?

“Danny, oh my word! Where are you?!! I swear to Clockwork, if you got yourself hurt or anything… I’ve been worried sick! And with all of those hunters around! I told you to be careful, and to come back soon!  You were just getting air! Please tell me you’re okay.”  Danny winced back at every part of the call, but everyone in the room had their eyes glued to the phone, undoubtedly absorbing all the information Danny just gave them.  

“Jazz, Jazz I’m fine!”  Red Robin looked over at Danny as if to say, ‘You don’t look fine.’  Danny glared back his best ‘Mind your own damn business response..

“Danny, where are you?  I’ve been holding off mom and dad for as long as I can.”  Danny winced and winced hard, glancing up at the two listening into the conversation, looming over him.  “Right now they think you’re at the library, and it’s the middle of the night!”

Danny laughed nervously.  “Jazz, don’t worry, I’ll be okay, I always am.  I just got a bit lost and sensed a soul eater so I followed to find out if they were okay.  He saw Batman narrow his eyes again (if that was even possible — they should be closed at this point) at he mention of ‘soul eater’. 

 Danny felt slightly offended for them, but they did have a strange name.  For your information, soul eaters are just ghosts who need energy or ectoplasm to survive and make a body. They have to either take it from others or absorb it in an ectoplasm-rich environment, and if Danny has some to spare, he normally shares Soul eaters are a step above echo ghosts.  Two of the ones Danny had encountered were Spectra, who absorbed children’s emotions as a therapist to give herself a body, and Shadow, the ghost that has bonded itself to Johnny 13 in order to get as much ectoplasm as he needs in return for helping Johnny.  But enough of that rant.

“Okay, but you better be back soon okay?  Especially with all the hunters around. I don’t want you getting captured!”  

Danny glanced up at the two bats and laughed awkwardly.  “Ah yeah, we don’t want that happening now.  Just don’t worry too much, Jazz; get some rest, I’ll catch up with you later.”

“You better!”  Batman then pulled his gloved finger up and pressed the hang-up button.

Danny scowled up at the man, “There, you happy?  You got all that information out of me. You seem proud of yourself.”  Danny went to lean back, but burned himself on the bars, flinching as he felt the stinging sensation on his shoulder, hissing and baring his fangs.

Batman said nothing. It looked like his little robin was about to pitch in but then thought better of it and slinked away.  Suddenly, there was a ping on Batman’s belt.  He looked at it for only a second before stating “I have to go. Red Robin, stay here.”

)-(

Danny was staring down at the floor of his cage as he now floated cross-legged just above the ground.  What was he supposed to do now? Batman was gone and Red Robin was now pacing around the cave, either doing wide circles around the cage or just pacing around the whole cave in general. It looked like he was also kind of muttering to himself. Kind of strange, but Danny did the same so who was he to judge?  But the important thing was he never let the cage out of his line of sight.  He almost felt like Danny was being hunted by a shark at the rate this guy was going.

Danny knew he needed to escape somehow.  He glanced again over all of those weapons on the desk. He needed to get out of here, and quickly He knows that even though he called, Jazz would still be worried.  But with Red Robin ever on the lookout, that would be hard.

It would be hard to rewire the whole cage, especially because Red Robin keeps silently watching him — it's kinda creepy. Danny grabbed onto his hair and pulled, unsure of what to do.  Suddenly there was a clanging sound and Danny jumped, eyes darting around until he noticed that Red Robin was staring up at him right in front of the cage. His hands were on the door.

Danny stared at him, puzzled, and tilted his head to the side, eyes glued to each other in the tense moment.  Suddenly, the boy’s hands started moving and he was unlocking the cage. Danny’s eyes widened. “What are you doing?”  He asked, still stunned that the kid had come so close.  

The boy paused for a moment, thinking to himself. “Letting you out.”  The door swung open with Tim holding it and staring at the ghost expectantly.  Danny stayed where he was in the cage, floating, unsure of whether or not to trust this new opportunity.

“What about Batman, won't he be mad at you?”  Danny asked, surprised his Robin would go against him like this. 

“I think…”  Red Robin paused.  “I think Batman would understand, and I think we were wrong about ghosts,  I was stupid to go along with this. Anyone who’d spend more than five minutes with you would know you are a sentient, innocent, person...  I’m sorry.”

Danny laughed awkwardly, “Wow, you're the first person to say that in a long time.”  Red Robin returned with a light smile, almost a grimace.

“Here, let's get you out of here before B gets back.”  He reached down and grabbed onto Danny's arm, pulling him out of the cage and leading him through the cave. Normally, Danny would have flinched at being grabbed, but this… wasn't so bad. 

---

Tim led them through the tunnels underneath Wayne's manor to not reveal their identities, he knew the tunnels by heart and managed to make enough turns that Danny couldn't follow them back.

#danny phantom #batman #dc #robin #ao3 #au #crossover #dp x dc #danny fenton #batfamily #fanfic of a fanfic #batfamily meets Danny Phantom #it does not go well #Danny gets captured by the Batfamily #tim drake #bruce wayne #jazz fenton #oneshot #brain dead

[wishmaster]

Fear the Hopper

I had to take a walk from the Manor it was crazy in there, I walked around the block thankfully in this body no one recognized me So I could stroll in peace. Or so i thought suddenly I heard this female voice shriek as I passed the pond. Hello Gorgeous you're just what I'm looking for but before I could turn to respond, I suddenly found myself staring at my own ass. But how? Just as I thought that I found myself slipping into the pond slamming my head hard on the ground as I went in. I never figured out my body had already taken off.

I blacked out, when I came to I didn't know anything, who I was, where I was or why I was staring at a very beautiful woman.

I grabbed my head, so did the girl I was staring at, which meant I was her.

Miss are you ok, you suffered quite a knock on the head, we stitched you up but weren't able to call anyone because you had no ID on you. I don't remember...anything I said with a blank stare on my face. Amnesia, not uncommon after a fall like yours. We'll run your prints, see if you're in the system. I lay back in bed as I waited to see if they found anyone who could help me.

A gorgeous young man rushed by my side, Jesse they called told me you were in an accident. He rushed over to hold me, he said he was my fiancée Joey. They told him I had no memories and suggested he take me home, being in familiar surroundings may help. He wrapped his arms around me and we left,

No one was aware that I the Wishmaster had just had his powerful body stolen by a body hopper and I was now stuck in a young woman's body for the foreseeable future with no memories or powers. the world could only hope the hopper that took my body didn't figure out my abilities...

To be Continued....

#male to female #body swap #body hopper

[bad-decisionsot7]

Them wanting a sextape.

SEOKJIN

"Come on baby, pleaseeeee." he'd beg, his hands stuck together as he practically whined in front of you. "i just want to make one little tape, that's all." you'd give him a "bitch you thought" look but he wouldn't give up. "c'mon, you don't want me watching other girls in another porn, do you?" his mind games worked on you, in fact they always have. "fine..." you'd give in, a victory smirked played out on his face.

NAMJOON

"You know-" he'd pause, eager to hear your answer, "us making a sextape wouldn't be such a bad idea." you'd almost spit out your water looking around your surroundings to see if anyone heard. they didn't. "namjoon that's not something you just bring up." "oh really? what is?' he'd retort. "shit, i don't fucking know. maybe something like hey i washed the laundry so you didn't have to or i accidentally dropped a plate this morning." you'd ramble earning small fits of laughter from him. "okay but no really, we should make a sextape."

HOSEOK

Hobi was always sending videos of him masturbating to you while on tour, not that you cared but it seemed like he was always sending you things and you wanted to give back to him. so it would be no surprise when the two of you filmed a sex tape together with him making sure he got his "good side." he was always vocal during sex but you had figured he was doing it over the top due to the fact that you guys were filming it. he'd be a great porn star.

JIMIN

"Hey, have you ever thought about making a sextape?" jimin would question you out of nowhere. "w-what-" you'd pause, "like a porno?" he'd smirk, licking his lips. "something like that. a lot less dramatic though and with real orgasms." he'd respond, his eyebrows wiggling to tempt you. "i guess i'm down, i never really thought about it though." you'd answer him honestly. "well good, let's start now." he'd pick you up. you'd giggle beginning to wiggle out of his grasp. "stopppp wiggling baby, let me fuck you and record it." he'd whine making you both burst into laughter.

YOONGI

"Wanna watch a movie?" you'd ask him. "why don't we make one instead?" he'd ask, serious as ever. in no time you were sprawled out on your guys' bed, his tongue in your pussy while your hands gripped the sheets, the only witness being his phone which was recording every single bit of the actions that took place.

TAEHYUNG

The two of you would be on facetime while he was on tour, his horniness being the main reason he called. "fuck, i miss your body." he'd groan, his teeth biting down on his bottom lip. "and your lips." he'd whimper. you'd simply moan as you watched him jack off on the screen. (my oh my what a sight id kill to see) "i wanna make a sextape with you, one that i'll never stop watching, one that'll make me hard the second i think about it." the two of you would end up making dozens of sextapes. just saying.

JUNGKOOK

You would actually bring up the idea of a sextape, "I just think it'd be hot, you fucking me, me sucking your dick, etcetera." he'd weigh his options a smirk creeping on his face, "fine but only if you act like a dramatic porn star while we do so." you'd groan but shortly after agree. in no time you'd be moaning quite dramatically while he'd fuck you, insisting you call him daddy long dick, you didn't.

#bts #bts smut #bts smut reactions #hoseok smut #jimin smut #jungkook smut #namjoon smut #taehyung smut #seokjin smut #yoongi smut #kpop smut #kpop reactions #kpop imagines

[aydann-runs]

Alex was about to take his shot when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He stepped away from the table and pulled it out to check the caller ID. Eduardo. With a sigh, he passed his pool cue off to Michael and accepted the call.

“Hello?” he said, drifting away from the table. Michael took the shot he’d planned, sinking the ball easily and moving on to the next one.

“Alex? Can you come in tonight?” Eduardo asked, sounding somewhat less reserved than usual. Anyone else would probably sound outright frantic.

“Uh, maybe. If I can find someone to drive me. I’ve had a few drinks. What’s going on?”

Whatever Eduardo said in response was drowned out by the sudden blaring of an alarm in the background.

“Never mind, I’ll figure it out and get there as soon as I can,” Alex said, hoping that Eduardo could hear his reply. He’d text him as soon as he hung up the call.

Alex pocketed his phone and returned to where Michael was standing, leaning on his pool cue. He’d missed a shot somewhere along the way, and Kyle was taking his turn.

“Everything okay?” Michael asked, brow furrowed with concern.

“I don't know. That was Ramos, asking me to head in. Do you think Isobel would give me a lift? I've had a couple more beers than I'm comfortable driving with.”

Michael was already pulling out his phone, presumably to call his sister. “Iz, can you do me a favor?” he asked, without even saying hello. There's a brief pause, and then, “If it makes a difference, the favor’s actually for Alex.”

“I'll owe you one, Isobel,” Alex chimed in, hopefully loudly enough to be heard.

“The Wild Pony, as soon as you can,” Michael said a second later. “Thanks Iz.”

Kyle joined them at that moment, hovering just far enough back to give them the illusion of privacy. As soon as Michael hung up the call, he turned to Valenti. “Do you have to go into Deep Sky, too? Or can I keep beating you at pool?”

Kyle looked at Alex, eyebrows raised. “That was Eduardo? Did he say why he was calling you in?”

Alex shook his head. “He tried. I couldn't hear him over the alarm. Isobel is going to pick me up in a few,” Alex said, looking to Michael for confirmation. “I'll keep trying from the car. I'll text you when I know what's up.”

“Maybe I should go too,” Kyle said. “I don't know why he didn't call me.”

“You stay here, finish the game with Michael. Apparently it's my skill set he needs tonight, not yours,” Alex responded. “If there's anything I think you can do to help, I'll call. I promise.”

Kyle didn't look convinced, but he also didn't press the point any further. Alex felt his phone vibrate again and was unsurprised to see it was Isobel letting him know she was two minutes out.

“I've gotta go. I'll call you when I know more. Both of you,” Alex promised. He leaned in to press a quick kiss to Michael's lips, clapped Kyle on the back, and made his way towards the exit. He’d only made it a few steps when he heard Michael ask, “Wanna make this interesting and wager a few bucks on the game?”

Alex smiled as he pushed through the door to the parking lot. For all his complaints, Michael really did like Kyle, and he was doing his best to keep Kyle from worrying.

The honking of a car horn drew his attention and he looked up to see Isobel pulling up beside him. With one final look over his shoulder, he climbed in beside Isobel and settled in for the ride to Deep Sky.

#30 day writing challenge #day 22 #write for 15 minutes without deleting anything #the first 350ish words followed the prompt #malex fic #my fic #ficlet

[scoupsahoy]

if anyone remembers my shiner fic: the shame is on the other side, it's been adapted into a podfic read by @rufusbear !!!! i just listened to it this morning and it was crazy good

here's a snippet for anyone who hasn't read it or wants a refresher!

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It starts out almost innocently. Only almost, because Steve is self-destructive by nature, and he already has a fake ID, and he’s feeling reckless and concussed and entirely alone.

Running away to Indianapolis the weekend the world almost ends for the second time in two years is not a coincidence.

He doesn’t know anyone in Indianapolis. He hardly knows anyone in Hawkins, not really, not anymore, and he’s young and stupid but he figures: nobody would recognize him out there, not even his parents have seen his bloody eye. He wants to go to a place where monsters don't exist and people don’t care about him and drink and dance and stop thinking for once.

Steve Harrington leaves Hawkins without a girlfriend, without friends, completely alone. It’s par for the course, he thinks, he’s always completely alone. His head is still pounding and his ear is almost constantly ringing now, but God, he needs to get out.

And he had intended to start bar-hopping. Play the field. Never stay anywhere long enough to get caught. He’s never gone out anywhere without Tommy Hagan, hardly knows where to start. He parks his car at the first motel with vacancy in the city, slinks down alleys with a hoodie covering his face so he doesn’t raise any attention. Steve is good at that, not raising attention. Not letting people see him.

Nobody looks, anyway.

This is the innocence: There’s a somewhat crowded bar crouched underneath a sex shop, mixed in with other bars. There’s no line to get in this one as far as he can see, and seems small enough that he could get lost in the sea of people in their varying states of glamor.

That should be the first hint. Really. The sparkling dresses and tight bodices and exceedingly plain clothes and lingerie, all rubbing up against each other. Glitter and music he knows is loud but can’t quite hear, and a smattering of strong men with their arms crossed outside like they’re on guard.

But Steve Harrington is seventeen and from the middle of nowhere, and it takes an hour of dancing, a shot of tequila, and a tall man with fake eyelashes offering a drink when he makes it to the bar for him to realize where he is.

“I’m sorry?” His hearing has been degrading pretty steadily since the fight with Billy, but that’s not what makes him ask for clarification.

The man with the eyelashes hunches down just a bit, and enunciates clearly, gently, sweetly. “Can I get you something to drink, dear?”

Steve nods. It’s about all his brain will do.

And he doesn’t freak out. Actually, he does almost the opposite of freak out. It’s like his brain stills in his head, and the pounding and ringing isn’t gone but it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t bother him.

Maybe he thinks this is what death is. Maybe that says a lot more about him than he’s ready to unpack just yet.

He’s being spoken to again, and he thinks fuck it and takes his hood down, angles his head towards the person buying his drink so he can hear better, and the response he gets is different from the one he got from the guy at the front desk of the motel.

It’s sad.

“What happened to you?” His voice is gentle, and he raises his hand slowly to cup the air around Steve’s cheek, like he’s caressing it, like he’s soothing it, but like he won’t touch without permission.

Steve stares dumbly. “It’s fine. I got into a fight.”

The man looks at him intensely. “Are you safe?"

“I’m sorry?”

“I don’t know where you’re coming from, sweetheart, but are you safe there?”

It takes Steve a good minute to respond. Not because of the music or the ringing in his ears. He’s just not sure anyone’s asked that before.

The answer, of course, is no, there are monster dogs and racists with bats and a gateway to hell where I’m from , but Steve feels so small under this man’s gaze. And so big. Like it fucking matters if he’s safe.

Somewhere swimming in the corner of his vision he sees kids as young as him. He wonders if they’re safe too. Almost on instinct. Wonders if tall men with makeup and gentle voices cradle their bruised jaws and actually do something to make them safe.

Steve isn’t stupid. He knows what people say about places like this and people like these. Maybe he’s naive for not turning and running out, but he’s had run-ins with monsters and demons already in his life, and there’s only so much running he can do.

“Yeah, it’s fine,” he says, finally, quiet.

Steve’s actually not sure he’s been this quiet in his life. He figures some of the hesitation has to do with the nature of the place, but. He doesn’t think about the rest. It occurs to him that no one would look for him here, and no one would find him. There’s something freeing in that.

“It’s water,” the man says, shaking Steve from his thoughts, his quiet gaze around the bar, sliding a glass that he didn’t even notice was ordered for him. “I’m sorry for not introducing myself. I’m Jack. Is this your first time here?”

“Yeah.”

He gets a smile in response. “You should stay hydrated. Water’s free, isn’t it, Pat?”

The bartender, Pat, he guesses, takes a look at Steve and raises an eyebrow. His arms are bare, like the November in Indiana cold doesn’t affect him, and he runs a cloth around the inside of a pint glass. “Quite the shiner you’ve got there, kid.”

“That’s what I said.”

The look Pat gives him should feel judgemental, but it doesn’t. “Water’s free. Tell your friends.”

Steve’s test tightens. He drinks the water in front of him. He thinks about what his dad’s told him about queers and AIDS over the top of his stiff newspaper on mornings that Steve manages to see him before he goes to work. He thinks about the punch he got when he called Jonathan a queer and the way Nancy looked at him like she was sick, and the way Tommy looked at him like he was proud. He thinks about how Nancy’s talked about Will before, like she’s worried for him, because their town is small and fucked up and scary for a kid who can’t hide. And he looks at Jack and Pat and he thinks: man fuck that.

“I will,” he says, even though his friends are a group of thirteen year olds, and that’s only if he’s being really really generous with the word.

He goes off, then, like he has friends, and lets his brain really turn off for the night. His arms and legs release all of the monster hunting tension, he relaxes into the vibration of the music, the bass as it shakes the floor, dances by himself until exhaustion truly hits him. Boys don’t come too close, no one does.

No one ever asks his name, so he doesn’t give them one. He doesn’t know what he would have told them if they had asked. Steve is a common name, but it’s so personal, it’s tied to Hawkins, it’s not fit for this.

He’s never not been Steve Harrington.

By the end of the night he’s sober and tired and a drag queen, a fucking drag queen , offers to walk him to the train or to his house, or just halfway up a block the back way so no one knows he came from the gay club. He lets her, just up half the block, and she stays a safe distance away from him. Her name, or what everyone calls her, is Jewel, fitting to the rhinestones on her blazer and the sparkle in her eye.

Steve takes his right turn and Jewel calls after him quietly, voice deep and feminine and nice, “stay safe, Shiner.”

find the rest here ❤️

#mine #stranger things #fanfic #stranger things fic #it's my magnum opus basically #steddie #steve harrington

[kkendoll]

sasuke uchiha, bloody lips.

𖤐 chapter two. shikamaru’s character introduction is in this chapter, he is just so damn fine! yes, a warning was needed to clarify this, dont question me.

You pull your hands into your pockets, a sigh leaving you shortly as your eyes roll over to the paper in front of you. Your features are relaxed, lips bitten down on with pearly whites. First you would have to get in contact with a blonde haired male named Naruto. His light blue eyes wouldn't be quite hard to miss, bright blonde hair probably making her easier to rule out than ever. Uzumaki, Naruto was said to be his closest friend. Apparently, they've known one another since they were children.

A few eyes turned to you as you pulled yourself into the line, a blank expression on your face as you flashed your ID to the guard upfront. Azure blue eyes turned into your own, a knowing glint residing in them. You were ordered to show little interest for the time you remained in this club. That factor alone is what kept a man interested, after all.

A slight nod was enough to tell you just where you should head. You didn't want to look all that basic and just wear a dress, like every other woman in the club. Don't get you wrong, judging another was the last thing you ever wanted to do. You simply changed your clothing attire to fit a certain interest. Flared leather pants compliment your silhouette beautifully, a cropped long sleeved top fitting around your torso nicely. You showed a bit of skin tonight, yet it was minuscule. If anything, you were the most concealed here.

Some birthday party this was.

Colored strands were tugged lazily against your forehead, a great chunk pulled into a lazy ponytail. Light, yet expensive jewelry tying the look in completely. It wasn't too hard ignoring the interest piqued looks you received from men, and women around. You sigh, inhaling the smell of alcohol flying through the hot air, tempted to pinch your nostrils close, even. Hardly, you wanted anyone looking in your direction— but it was your fault after all for taking on this appearance.

At least it would gather attention. The club lights consisted of blue and purple flashes, your eyes rolling dangerously as you took in the change of color. You greatly despised the way blue lights looked on your skin tone. You looked quite indifferent. Slightly hard to approach, yet approachable by those who dared.

"Mind slowing down, [Name]?" Questioned a certain dark haired male. You turned on your heel, eyeing the familiar comrade. Shikamaru. You completely forgot he was directed to be your assistant for the mission.

"My bad. Let's start. I don't see him around anywhere." You muttered, trailing Shikamaru's side.

"I noticed. It's his birthday so I assumed he'd be the center of attention, and all. I'll lead you to an open space, and we'll figure something out from there." He responded, quite close to your ear; his warm exhale fanning over your diamond earrings. You could smell the mint on his tongue.

Of course, others surrounding you were probably too wasted to understand a word of what either of you were saying if you were to speak aloud, but you always took extra precautions to be safe. Sighing as you take a step forward, you were in fact led to a more open space. As you walked, you could read darkened blue balloons reading 'Happy Birthday, Sasuke!' which was definitely a good sign.

By the time you made it to the middle of the floor, dozens of eyes had already turned to you. Of course, you and Shikamaru probably resembled a pair of some sort. Either of you looked classy, different from anyone else lingering around. You assumed the grasp of attention would catch you the eyes of a righteous Uchiha, yet as you looked boredly  into the glass of Vodka taped around your fingers, you found that his reflection failed to kiss against the glass.

"Hello!" Came in a cheery voice.

You turned, glancing at the pink headed woman who newly approached you. Her vibrant hair captures your attention right off the bat, and at first glance you tilt your head. A woman from the photos, she was. In fact, she was shown the earliest, possibly the first or second. You'd know, of course. What was she doing here, as one of his ex-girlfriends?

"Hello, beautiful." You start, a smile tugging on your lips.

"What's your name? You really caught my eye. And you as well, in the back..." She started, turning her attention over to the dark haired male who resided behind you, phone tucked into the palm of his hand, the screen glowing hotly into his ringed fingers.

"Shikamaru. This is [Name]. It's a pleasure to meet you...?" He began, trailing off in a questionable manner, in hints for her to finish the sentence. It was strange, because the two of you already knew who she was. Her background, growing up, etc.

"I'm Sakura. Hi, Shikamaru, hello, [Name]! You guys are a beautiful couple, by the way." She stated, smiling deviously.

"We aren't dating. Just close friends." You establish, eyeing the other with a knowing look. You suspected she'd state this. She was probably wondering if one of you were available, or not. She was likely close with Sasuke as well, so this information was quite crucial.

"Also, nothing here really piques our interest. Mind showing us something more worth our time?" You question, quite boldly; though honestly.

Sakura seems a bit taken aback by your request, shock flashing in her bright irises. A smile captures her lips in a second; and she pulls on a challenging expression. "There's someone I can show you. But she comes alone."

Shikamaru shrugs. "I don't mind."

"Alright! Stay right here, Shikamaru! And follow me, [Name]!"

You nod. Where was she leading you? Shikamaru perks a brow at you, waving you off. Oh, so he was aware as well? Sakura leads you elsewhere, her dainty fingers grasping around your wrist. Through groups of people, through different rooms, upstairs— you wondered deeply when the adventure would come to a halt.

Hopefully it was worth the sacrifice in the end.

"We're gonna go tell the birthday guy hey! I was supposed to meet with him some time ago, but I got a little carried away with the alcohol." She exclaimed, tossing away the empty glass of wine, a dark hue coloring her cheeks.

"I said show me something interesting Sakura, not take me to meet a kid whose favorite color is supposedly blue." You tease dryly, though your expression remains the same. Pretty, yet a little intimidating. That was your motto.

"I'll have you know Sasuke is more than just a kid. Today is his twenty-fourth birthday. And besides, blue is a pretty color. I think it suits him quite well..." Sakura inquired, knowingly.

"You seem to like Sasuke a lot."

Sakura tugs her arms over her chest, stopping in front of a door. "No. I'm so over him. Everything was too overwhelming." She muttered, twisting open the knob after inserting a key; freshly.

You step into the room, hit freshly with an earthy scent. The second you step inside, viewable to the human eye were four men, supposedly guarding the area. Sakura pulls up a hand, waving them off. You send over a blank stare, shrugging as you follow her deeper into the room. Faintly, you could hear a joyful laugh, boyish and soft.

"You should've seen Sasuke's face! I'm telling ya, he can't fuckin' handle alcohol!”

Audibly, someone kisses their teeth.

The sound of a chair scraping into the ground is heard, and Sakura insists that you wait beside her. In the room you're in, men are separating stacks of money. More, and more, it was never ending. Blunts tucked between fingers, legs propped up against the table. You find yourself getting a bit tense, as the air suddenly shifts in a way you couldn't quite explain.

Footsteps.

"Sakura. Never thought I'd find you here." Incomes a voice, silk and slightly sweet. His tone was indescribable. Adolescent, yet age fitting. A bit similar to salty ice on a wound. It stung with impact, though the pain itself didn't last quite long.

Your eyes; that were once pulled to the floor were now pleasuring the sight of an expensive pair of dress shoes; that creaked into the wooden flooring with ease. A pale hand is tucked into the pocket of flowy suit pants, a nice silhouette complimenting.

A scoff is audible; though you could hardly find the humor laced within it.

"Well, this is an honor; certainly. Who might this be?" He questioned, though your eyes failed to meet his face. You could find yourself growing unnoticeably nervous beneath his cunning glance; though it only lasted a damn second. Less, maybe. You'd know. For this individual in particular, you didn't have to see his eyes to feel them.

"[Name]. Don't look at her for too long. By our discussion earlier, I find it ridiculously impossible to find her ever taking an interest in you." Sakura defended, laughing shortly.

Another step closer. Hell, you could smell his cologne. Man, it smelled expensive. "So my name resided on your lips?" He questioned, his tone quite serious; though a genuine chuckle seemed to leave him.

You raised your eyes, taking your attention to the expensive clothing article he wore. That material probably cost him a fortune. Well, maybe it was a penny in his eyes.

You hold back an inhale, finally finding the strength to look him in the eye. From a pale neck painted with darkened love bites, to a deepened frown. Piercing onyx eyes catch your interest, and you find yourself swallowing ridiculously hard. His hair was a complete mess, falling over his face, barely pushed against the back of his neck. Reddened lips were bruised, positioned perfectly to match the features of his face.

He extended an arm, possibly gesturing for you to give him your own. His hand sprawled open— for you to take.

"Sasuke, Uchiha. And you are?"

#sasuke x reader #naruto #mafia au #anime #anime smut #sasuke uchiha #x reader #kkendoll #fanfic #black coded reader #black reader #narutoshippuden

[avspol]

any deep thoughts on abbacchio . or am i insane and overanalyse him because were both goth and gay

OKAY YEAH so definitely i think he main thing driving abbacchio is his past and his related guilt and self loathing right. like we see especially this in moody blues of course (replay = abbacchio unable to stop replaying and reliving the past) and alsoooo i think how he responds so negatively to giorno (as he sees his past self in giorno, as someone entering into a morally corrupt world hoping to change things?? giorno has a lot of the hope that he himself has lost)

but YEAH i think all this definitely influences his relationship with bruno as he initially sees him as this almost holy, untouchable figure. and i think he is reluctant to let himself love bruno (or anyone in the gang in a platonic sense as well actually) because he believes he isn't good enough for him. HOWEVER i think eventually they both see themselves in each other and abbacchio realises that bruno is as human and fucked up as he is etc !!!!!

INTERESTING AS WELL how working in the 'moral' police force leads to his corruption and then his life as a criminal results in his redemption by finding a sense of purpose again etc, and giving him a chance to do good. ( id like to think this is an anti-cop narrative from araki but i don't know if that's actually the case !!)

#I REALLY NEED TO FINISH REWATCHING P5 SO I CAN THINK ABOUT BRUABBA MORE. OK #asks

[cherokeegal1975]

Johnathan was a family man and cargo runner and had no interest in getting entangled in royal affairs. So, when a deposed and fleeing princess arranges a meeting to give him a package to keep safe, he was reluctant to take it. But she convinced him to hide the royal seal until she needed it back despite himself. Unknown to him, she had also ticked him into carrying another precious cargo.

When Johnathan learns of the trick, he’s furious. When he confronts the princess about it, he learns it’ll be impossible to return it before it’s appointed time. Then she tells him of an unbreakable bond between them and ends a long search for someone he had lost as a boy. So, instead of revenge, he does what he can to help her. He must also avoid capture; the King would execute Johnathan if he ever found out about his secret cargo.

Author's Note: I'm posting this again so it doesn't sink to the bottom of the pile. I'd really love some feedback and I really want to know what you think about my story. This project took a lot of work to complete and I may never be able to do it again. My current circumstances will not allow it...I will spare you the sad details. This story is based on an online dumpster dive I did some years ago. Worth exploring, but I generally hated how stupid, disgusting and poorly written the mpreg genera all too often is in every place I looked. It's not even my favorite genera, I tend to gravitate towards fantasy and sci-fi and sometimes mystery and suspense.

Just because I'm willing to explore out of my comfort zone in literature, doesn't mean I'll like everything I find. Anyway, all those awful mpregs looked like a challenge to me after a while. I wanted to see if I could write a good story in the mpreg genera. I figured if I could, then I really did have some talent in writing. So, let me know what you think about my story, I genuinely want to know. Even if you don't like it, I won't take offense, but please be polite. Constructive criticism is welcome, trolling is not. I never respond to trolls. This story does take some time to build, so please, have some patience. I did try to keep the pace up to a nice level for most of the book. Ages 15 and up should have no problem with this story, but I highly recommend earphones of some kind if anyone is within earshot, especially if you make it to chapter five. You can also purchase the book from Amazon here: https://www.amazon.com/Unexpected-Cargo-Meriah-Smith/dp/1537355236/ref=pd_ybh_a_sccl_4/135-1912623-2050026?pd_rd_w=LbwU8&content-id=amzn1.sym.67f8cf21-ade4-4299-b433-69e404eeecf1&pf_rd_p=67f8cf21-ade4-4299-b433-69e404eeecf1&pf_rd_r=JH5E2XGTFGW23XPXB8TW&pd_rd_wg=OLxiR&pd_rd_r=188a9d3d-6bf9-4f7f-9e25-430cd3fa871f&pd_rd_i=1537355236&psc=1

#cherokeegal1975 #youtube #fantasy #mpreg #dragon #rat #pregnant #mpreg belly #mpreg audiobook #mpreg birth #Youtube #adoption #some romance #werewolves #gay werewolves

[florenceisfalling]

sorry for not realizing, i hadn't checked your blog in months before today and i kinda figured you would have blocked me in the time i wasn't on tumblr if you didn't wanna talk. the post i replied to seemed lighthearted so i did not know. obviously no need to answer this as i won't ever see it, just wanted to say i'm sorry for upsetting you even if i won't ever know exactly what went wrong with us

i mean you still have my discord dms if you really wanted. in fact, you actually stopped responding to me, not the other way around. i didn't block you because a.) you were such a large part of my life for so long that, yknow, a chunk of my blog has some sort of attachment to yours, and i didn't want to fuck up my ability to see relevant posts if im trying to find old writing shit and b.) i always wanted to leave channels open because... again, you were a large part of my life for so long. i don't want to be your friend but if anything ever came up and there was something you needed or wanted to say i wanted that to be possible for the sake of "just in case"

regardless of if you "wont ever see it" heres my answer. even this ask answers itself for one of the reasons i dont like you. you hadn't checked my blog in months. which in itself is fine, but in the grand scheme of things - jesus fuck, man! you dipped out of my life almost entirely, on repeated occasions, unless i actively tried to drag you back in. regardless of how fucking apparent it was that i was literally on the Brink, you wouldn't be there unless i was the one to call. even after i tried to have an open conversation with you + others involved on how you were so bad at handling your shit that i thought random things i had zero involvement were my fault because no one gave me any sort of indication to what the fuck was going on.

you hung out with bullies and downplayed the deserved backlash. you don't know how to take other peoples feelings or lives seriously - something that hits me so PROFOUNDLY because your kindness and comfort used to be one of the reasons i liked your company so much. you hurt my friend. and you lied to me! and more, shit that i cant say here! and you would complain and guilt-trip about how you felt like everyone hated you and how you were such a bad friend but you so rarely made steps to actually change anything you were doing! of course you don't see what went wrong, you can't even look in at yourself without making everyone else feel like its their fault for being hurt!

and id love to say that everything ive heard from you and the people surrounding you is some kind of misunderstanding and that really and truly you dont deserve my anger. i dont think you realize how much ive sat over the past year and hoped that we were somehow gonna go back to normal. i wanted to tell you i got engaged! i wanted to talk to you about a million things! but after what i had to deal with last year (not from you, other shit entirely) i sort of learned that i cannot afford to trust anyone. you have no idea the fucking depths i went to and you are not going to know because the kind of people you seem to love aspiring to be/surrounding yourself with are the same kind of people who made my world feel like it was fucking falling apart. literally some of the most insane trauma ive endured was just brushed aside as silly discourse or jokes or whatever so yeah. not sure if i can trust that everythings all just one big mix up. messages are open but i am so angry and i cant change that even if i want to and i dont think you want to hear any of it.

and im sorry for being so lighthearted about you before i thought it was a post that would just fade into the ether like my other non-context bullshit

[oedipustypebeat]

I walk into the house quietly, thinking my mom is asleep. Slip my shoes off, so I walk even quieter, sitting my bag down on the couch, I head for the bathroom. As I'm walking down the hallway, passing my sister's room, her doors wide open and light is turned off, except a small nightlight, I peer into her room, she's not in there. I shrug it off and walk into the kitchen, I stand here in silence for a few minutes, just listening to everything. I hear something.. like a vibration..? Listening a bit longer, I hear soft moaning, and occasionally, there's a louder moan..

It's coming from my mom's room.. is she masterbating or getting fucked by someone?

I dismiss the ladder and focus on the former. She's masterbating. So, I listen more intense and for longer, right outside her bedroom door. .. kinda wonder if it's unlocked. If so, I wanna see my mom in all her glory. I'm fucking hard rock rn, listening to my mom moan softly and something inside me, told me, "open the door, it's not locked."

So, I take my clothes off, leaving my boxers on, putting my hand on the doorknob. I turn the handle slowly and then all at once. Once I open the door all the way, my mom is on her back, knees to her chest. She's definitely masterbating, but she looks to be struggling a little bit. Her face is red, and she's sweating profusely. The light in the room is pretty dim, and she doesn't have her glasses on, so she doesn't see that I am basically naked, but not yet at least.

My mom quickly covers herself with her blanket.

She jumps, "Fuck, you scared me, Adam, geez."

"Sorry, mom. Lol. What're you doing?" I asked.

"Oh, watching videos and stuff, you needing something? I'm tryna watch the rest of this video." She responds.

"Ahh. That's cool, what're you watching? I'm bored asf." I reply, playing along.

She scrambles for an answer, "Uhh, something about David Bowie." She says.

I smile, saying, "Are you sure, mom? bc it sounded like you were masterbating? It's okay if you were. I do all the time; in fact, I was just stroking my dick listening to you for the last 10 mins.

She sat there quietly, then said, "Uhh, no, I-"

I interrupt her, slowly walking over to her side of the bed, "You don't have to lie, mom, i heard every noise you made and figured id just come in here, instead of us masterbating separately, if anything, we could do it together," she looked at me curiously. Under the blanket, she started moving her legs from their current down position to now her feet were flat on the bed, her knees bent, but her legs were still closed. She said, "Okay, yes, I was masterbating, but wdym masterbate together? Lol. " I slide my hand under her blanket and gently grasp her inner left thigh, softly squeezing it, then rubbing back and forth while slowly she opens her legs for me more and more. "You know, masterbating together, we could watch porn together while you use that tiny vibrator of yours, and I will simutaneously stroke my dick beside you, occasionally with both hands, to the same video. So, what kind of porn are you into, mom?" My mom is just sitting there, speechless. "Well, ig, I'll go first.. I'm really into incest porn, specifically, mother and son, whether it be real people or hentai. It's one of, if not, my favorite genre or porn to watch. Along with brother and sister or sometimes even, mother &/or aunt, son, and/or daughter/sister (and sometimes mother, son, grandmother) also, love watching daddy/ daughter videos. I love watching big dicks penetrate young women and older women, too.

She sits quietly for a second... then says to me, "You need to promise me, Adam, this will stay between us, and no one will ever know about us doing this.." i tell her, "of course, mom, I won't tell anyone ever. " she smiles at me, and her legs relax, opening up wide. She says, "we actually watch the same thing, hahaha. Isn't that crazy? I mostly watch mother/son type videos.. and I'll even read stories sometimes that go more into depth of the mother and son incestuous relationships genre and the written stories feels like they're actually real a lot of time, unlike videos I've watched. Anyway, I'll scoot my big butt over so you can climb in under the blankets next to me, and we can get to masterbating together, but separately. How's that sound?" She moves towards the center of the bed, opening me a spot to lay down next to her. I stand up, grab my underwear with both hands, dropping them down around my ankles, stepping out of them, and sliding into bed, underneath the blankets with my mom, surprised how easy-going she is about all this. I say to her, "Yeah, it's going to quickly be waaay to hot to be under these blankets soon and tbh I can't sew you very well and I don't think you can see me, either.. I'm turning on a light and removing these blankets." Before my mom can approve or deny this, I grip her ass cheek and pull myself up, smacking that same ass cheek. I switch on her lamp next to her dresser, then grab onto the blankets covering us, pulling them off my mom's naked lower body. All the while, my mom's eyes are glued to my semi-soft but still like 6" long flaccid dick bouncing up and down as I remove the blankets from her bed. Don't be mistaken, as soon as I pull the blankets off her, she is laying there, knees bent, legs opened wide, relaxed.

That's when I stop what I'm doing, to marvel at her naked body, specifically my place of birth, my point of origin, my mother's 'fountain of youth' , her 'elixir of life, the hole from which i crawled out of,' the most sacred place in all the galaxy - my mother's vagina, right there, in front of my very own eyes/hands to see and touch for myself. God damn, I wanna kiss those lips and taste her pussy right now! My dick begins to grow and get harder until it is fully erect.

We're staring at each other's body with lustful curiosity. Her eyes not meeting mine briefly until she's taken in what's now a reality, in front her, here and now, closing her eyes and smiling big. she takes a deep breath and opens her beautiful hazel colored eyes, now, fixated on my bright blue eyes. She rubbed her nipples slowly with her left hand and squeezed her breast with her right. Her legs open wider than before. Soon , she seems to begin to squirm around with anticipation and can not keep still for even one second.

She says, "I mean, who says you can't use my vagina to masterbate, and I can't use your dick to masterbate? That's not sex, baby."

I respond, "You know you do have a good point.. I'm masterbating if I say I'm just using your vagina as a fleshlight, and you simutaneously are masterbating if you say you're just using my dick as a dildo. We're still both technically still masterbating. That's definitely not us having sex."

"It's not like we're kissing or anything, if our lips were to meet, we're practicing a scene in a play I plan on auditioning for." I say to my mom.

She replies, " Yeah, that's true, but honestly.. I've been wanting to learn cpr for a while now. Who says we can't learn cpr at the same time, together, on each other. We're just trying to be efficient. "

"You make excellent points, mom.. and btw didn't you say you've always wanted to learn to ride a bull but never did?" I asked.

"Yesssss, oh, thank you for reminding me about my dreams of bull riding, I believe I may be able to get some practice in and masterbate at the same time I'm also, learning cpr." She says to me. "How about while I'm doing all that, you masterbate and learn cpr with me? Watch me as I learn to ride a bull. You would fill me with up with all your love and encouraging words."

For sure I'd love to watch you ride a bull or learn to, either one. Honestly, we should probably masterbate together more often.. it's fun and doing things with people is always better than doing it solo, we are social creatures . besides, if I continue to masterbate only using your vagina as my fleshlight, I won't potential go out and have sex with a girl and get her pregnant. Your fleshlight you so generously allow me to use is customized to not be able to get pregnant. That's amazing, really. I can dump as much of my cum into it and never worry about things like that. Fuck, I love masterbating, don't you mommy?

Oh, anytime you want to masterbate. Let me know. And yesss dump as much cum as you want I'll clean it.

[creek-cryptid-deluxe]

Y'all... there is more evidence that L is indeed my soul mate, my person, the only one who truly gets me. Let's see what has transpired.

Piece of Evidence #1: I was complaining about my hip messing up & making me 'useless'. He responded with, "Baby you are so efficient & so good at so many things, the gods had to nerf you for being OP somehow." in the most sincere tone.

Piece of Evidence #2: We were hanging out on the deck & I got up, saying I was off to do dishes (while limping because I tore something picking up Zel when she was hurt). He said, "Ok... WAIT! NO! I'll do them! Sit!" I reminded him that he'd said he'd do them for the past 3 days & hadn't. He said, "[Dr M] I command you to not do dishes!" I laughed & told him he was under leveled for the "Command [Dr M] spell" outside of specific circumstances in which my constitution is considerably lower. He got mildly offended & began going off about how his current Skyrim character can summon a ghost that's way above her level and that a 'debuff character build is valid'. I reminded him that this isn't Skyrim & he isn't a wood elf. A bit later I told him that if he ate in the next 15 mins, I'd relent (because he forgets to eat). Within 2 minutes he was in the kitchen making food while glaring at me & mumbling about blackmail.

Piece of Evidence #3: he knows I like to watch old episodes of Big Fat Quiz when I don't feel well & actually suggested we turn it on one night when I was clearly struggling but was doing an alright job faking it. For the last 4 nights in a row, that's all we've watched because he loves it... especially if Richard & Noel or Noel & Russell are a team.

Piece of Evidence #4: he walked in to me playing bass on my leg while painting cabinets & immediately asked if I was listening to Primus on loop again. He's also figured out how to gauge my pain/mood based on what I'm listening to (because some days I have to get real angry to make my body function, so I listen to shit like Slipknot/Tool/Nine Inch Nails/Manson/Kidney Theives).

Piece of Evidence #5: yesterday i went outside to talk to him & paused the music on my headphones as I sat down. He said, "Aw no more MSI? They do go hard." Apparently he could tell it was them just based on what he heard at a distance through my headphones. Genuinely never been with anyone who knows of them, much less likes or can ID them like that. (Before you come for me, yes I know Jimmy is a POS [anyone with half a brain could easily draw that conclusion] . I like the sound of their stuff and have never paid for any of it. It is called separating the art from the artist. You'd be horrified by my back tattoo. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Grow up.)

So yeah... dude is absolutely the one for me. (This is all on top of how extremely understanding he is when my bod/hormones malfunction & all the things I've always adored about him throughout our friendship.)

He actually asked me the other day when I developed feels for him. I told him that I'd always really liked him but like... he had some deal breaker stuff & was with my (then) friend. But that in early August (before I moved in but was staying over to hang out for a couple days), there was a massive storm that broke a massive part of a tree off in the yard of the house across the creek out back. It was hanging on the electrical wires & without hesitation he ran over to help the homeowners. I sat and watched from the driveway as he helped them cut it down. (Note: til then he hadn't ever interacted with them.) Then as he was walking back across the creek afterwards, the elderly woman who lived there with her husband called across to me "You've got a good man!" & L turned and said "Aw she's my best friend, it's not like that." I found myself feeling really... sad? Then internally I went "Oh fuckstockings. I'm in love with him. Goddamn it. This... might be a fucking problem." Then a couple weeks later it wasn't a problem because I basically lived here. And nearly 5 months later we are still great. No fights because we both speak very frankly and clearly when stuff is going on. There's some communication stuff because he's been programmed to read into things, but we talk about it.

Shit is dope.

#life with l

[starleska]

i'm not even being patient, you simply respond to all of my asks more than quickly enough <3!! they're pretty long so again, take your time ^^!! therapy can be sooo exhausting so please remember to take care of yourself nd everything <33!

i was talking about a TOTALLY different old man HAHAHA i've been watching a lot of ducktales 2017 and grew fond of both scrooge n flintheart through it lmaoooo,, especially the latter has very few redeeming qualities and is supposed to be insufferable but like,, im in love with the blorbo version of him that lives in my brain, LMAO

ohhh you just know he would REFUSE to do the animation if anyone else was obviously watching the screen as well- it's just for you <33! i imagine he wouldn't do it either if you're recording it, because he wants it to be only for you haha,, you think very hard about the unlock conditions for the specific animation but it seems completely random! oh well. (totally self indulgent note here but i am silly in public for a living and would totally blow a kiss back @ the animation or smth LMAO) and!!! ill look forward to seeing it!!! id reblog it but i only rlly have writing blogs on tumblr ughhhh maybe i should just finally make a selfship ramble one lol

the true sadness is that king candy never showed up in the second movie man </3 the chaos he'd wreck on the internet would've been very much entertaining LMAO !!! i'm glad you enjoy the phone idea as well :D!! you just randomly find notes from him in your tumblr drafts or your notes app! he'd be constantly watching you through your front camera and if he's unhappy with someone he sees, your phone will just start vibrating VIOLENTLY nonstop lmao. also something silly i immediately thought of; i don't know if this is something you're familiar with but in some dating sim apps you'll have like this little minigame where you can like poke the love interest and they'll have these little responses? god. brainrot. i would just poke his bald little head man HAHAHHAHAH

my asks just get keeping longer thank u for reading all this and hearing me out TT i should just write a little fic about this guy already but man english is NOT my native language and he speaks in a pretty specific silly way sometimes that i do not know how to replicate well,, doesn't help that ive only watched the english version once vs. the many other times ive seen it haha

hello again you lovely individual!! once again i must apologise for my delayed response. i received some pretty big news this week that's left me not so well, and i wanted to come back and reply properly when in a better frame of mind. thank you for your patience 🥰

OHHH oh my god you are so damn valid for this, i always thought Scrooge was kinda fine 😳 capitalists just hit different! and Flintheart is a GILF i'm not gonna lie 😂😂 Ducktales 2017 just gets you by the throat!! i remember being so head over heels for Gyro Gearloose (basic bitch that i am)…kind of interested in rewatching to see if another bastard catches my attention…but for real, isn't it wonderful when you love a truly dreadful character? whatever version you have of him in your head, i'm sure he likes you very much 😉

ahhh i feel all special 😖💖 honestly going a little down the darker path i kind of vibe with Y/N questioning their reality the more time they spend noticing these special animations…wondering if they're losing touch with their sanity, and becoming gradually more obsessed with figuring out exactly what it is about this arcade cabinet and its enigmatic, unique character…also hell yes!! you should absolutely make the selfship ramble blog, it'll make you feel so happy 💖💖 i admire those of you who can separate your blogs out, i just pour out my silly loves into one place and all my poor followers have to deal with the blorbo of the week 😂

we'll never recover will we 💔💔 like for real Ralph Breaks the Internet makes me sad for its lost narrative potential…if not King Candy, then there were several perfectly good character candidates to be put into a fantastic antagonistic role!! to truly show the power (and horror) of the internet!! the vibrating phone idea is so cute dfgfds;;; perhaps he could even track into your friend's social media and send them fake messages/texts to get them to leave. oh YES i knew someone very into…was it Mystic Messenger? that had that mechanic and oh it's adorable :3c

thank YOU for sending these lovely asks in and gushing about our favourite sweet-themed hacker!! i'm so sorry for being a boring monolingual person - you could and should totally write him in your native language!! do you have any clips? i love seeing how characters have been portrayed in different ways, and i'm curious if Alan Tudyk's lisping mob boss vibe has been carried across 👀

#starleskasks

[nxiousxpsistence]

IM HIGH SO CAUTION

SUMMER HITS 2014

SEN OLMANA BIAT ETMEKLE BERABER

CHALLENGE NOT ACCEPTED 

CHALLENGE DENIED 

CHALLENGE ABORTED 

AS MY TIMELINE HAS FEELINGS NOT DISCLOSED 

TO ANYONE 

-- LEGENDS I'D CRAFTED WELL BEFORE I DIED --

AND I CAN’T BETRAY MY WILL 

OVER WHICHEVER LOve

CANT

(LOWE LOV GOV BAL SUCKY FUCKY FRIENDLY POSSESSIVE FAMILY LIKE FILFS FILFS EVERYWHERE) 

CANT YIELD TO ANY OTHER THAN MY

OWN

MASSIVE COCK 

IM PRETTY WELL HUNG 

SO YEAH ITS DISTRACTING

YOU DONT KNOW HOW I PLAY

IM A CREATURE OF HABIT

AND YOURE PLAYING ALL THE WRONG GAMES

THE LUST ID PURRED INTO YOU 

THE FIRE BURSTING AT THE SEAMS

THIS 

IS 

THE 

BATTLE 

OF 

DICKS

AND IT SHALL NOT BE WON ON YOUR TERMS

AND THE PUSSY YOU THINK IM MOURNING HAS LEFT ME AGES AGO AND I ENJOYED THE YEARNING better than feeding the hollow

-- pursuit was more fun than satisfaction, the opposite of the mating dance, the glorious death of a love that could've been --

With anything other than my trusted dildo 

ALL THE WHILE APOLOGIZING FOR THE LIFE I'D ENDED BEFORE THEIR FIRST BURST OF LIGHT 

MAKING PEACE WITH IT 

LOVING MYSELF AT MY 40s

SO YEAH

MY TERMS

BUT YOURE BEAUTIFUL 

AND I CANT BELIEVE FOR ONE MOMENT 

THAT YOU DONT KNOW

THE VULNERABILITIES WE BARE 

ARE OUR TRADEMARK SMILES THAT WORK

THAT. JUST. WORKS.

So you don’t believe me at times

Not really 

I question your knowledge for pop culture 

The word kitch never entering your mind 

As I do 

You call me out 

And I shy away 

There is exactly where my first ever boundary lies

You’re but mistaking the showing of weakness with the brazen showing of the Burning Love pussy 

You’re mistaking my peace with my perfect imperfections with peace with the world 

And that’s ok many do 

And the reason I’ve wanted to write this 

Is 

I need to be away for a while.

Otherwise my self worth will start depending on wonderfully interesting queer people's ability / desire to approve of me.

Otherwise their options will always remain at +1, which is exactly the challenge I shall not rise to, nor shall I deny.

-- I enjoy being liked up to the end of credible deniability --

Yet now, I don’t enjoy my soul being fondled with. 

Because it comes easy to me: I can find myself delving into the depths of yet another human being to go through -- travelling at the speed of light for which I'd chosen to die over and over again just so I don't lose the momentum --

Yet another beautiful soul I shall crush just to stay younger 

You call on me and I won’t respond.

I’m. Not. The. 8. Year. Old. Anymore.

And you my beautiful trans boy

is whom I’m afraid to see

As I may just leave everything behind 

As IS MY CUSTOM

AT THIS TIME OF THE CYCLE

and it’s not fair on anyone.

-- I need to know what I (am) like --

This me you’ve enjoyed 

Needs to have her SOL EL AVUTING her SAĞ EL first

And learn to accept himself fully 

So fully that he won't utter the name of the high-heeled slave to whatever had tickled her fancy;

The one I’ll eternally mourn 

The real baby I ended.

I ended.

And not let others do the same.

Maybe one day.

*Bitchslapping Max Colombie (figuratively) would heal a lot if things. 

But I may just smash instead???*

I enjoy my possibilities more than I enjoy others’.

This is my departure from the wills of the others.

My half truths much halver (halfer?) than anyone else’s.

My world needs no introduction,

invites no intrusion.

And the good thing is 

I know how that feels.

IM GONNA CLOSE MY BODY.

NOW.

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Could you make a father figure fic for Todoroki?

Father Figure Reader | {Todoroki Shouto}

Hey y’all sorry for being literally nonexistent for a fat ass minute and not posting any writing I hope y’all can forgive me

Writing and coming up with ideas is a bit challenging atm but I’ll try to post more even if they’re shorter

Also peep my slightly improved banner I just fixed it to improve clarity since it was kind of difficult to read before that’s all

I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: [Platonic] Todoroki Shouto x (Older) Male Reader

Words: 2k (2,042)

Warning(s): None

Requests: Open

The moment Shouto stepped into Endeavor’s agency he wanted to just turn around and walk back to the dorms.

He regretted choosing his father’s agency for his work-study.

Although being forced to be around his father for an extended period of time was not something he would ever want to do willingly, he is the number 2 hero so he might as well try to learn something from him.

Caught up in his own thoughts while looking around, Shouto didn’t notice you standing in front of him and walked directly into you.

You let out a startled sound as you dropped several portfolios scattering papers all over the floor.

Shouto immediately swore to himself for being so careless.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bump into you.”

The man just sighed and turned around.

“Ah, it’s fine. It's just some papers.”

Shouto just looked at you confused, he expected you to be upset with him for making you drop your seemingly important papers.

You got a good look at Shouto’s face. “Wait, you’re Endeavor’s kid right?”

Shouto nodded.

“Great! I've been waiting to meet you all day. I'm (Y/N)! C’mon, let's head to the front desk to get you checked in.”

You put your hand over his shoulder and tugged him along, the dropped papers forgotten on the floor.

“What about your papers?”

You just shook your head.

“Don’t worry about it, I can just get someone else to pick it up.”

About 5 minutes later Shouto now had a small ID badge clipped onto his shirt and a small handheld map of the agency.

“So, your father isn’t actually in the office right now, he was actually called out for something important.”

Shouto looked up at you to see you rolling your eyes and scoffing.

“I don't know what for but it’s annoying that he made you come all this way just to not be here. Dumb old man.”

You muttered the last part but Shouto still caught it, he was surprised that one of the heroes from his father’s agency would speak that way about him.

He was used to people singing his father’s praises and making excuses for him, not criticizing him.

“Anyways since he’s not here and I don’t want you wandering aimlessly alone in this massive building, I have decided that I’m going to give you a personal tour of the Endeavor Agency, what do ya think?”

Shouto had his reservations about spending his day with one of his father’s sidekicks but he didn’t have anything else to do.

“Okay.”

You smiled at him.

“Great, let’s get started shall we?”

The rest of the day Shouto spent with you, you showed him most of what the agency had to offer except some restricted areas and floors that he wasn’t allowed to go to.

Shouto expected it to be more boring than it was. You spoke to him casually but never pressured him to respond and you even told him some of the gossips that were happening around the office.

Now you were leading him down a hall back on the first floor.

“Alright this is arguably the most important part of the agency and it’s also my personal favorite.”

You led him through another door and he recognized the room as the agency Cafeteria.

“If you ever need me or just want to chat I’m in here every day in the afternoon having lunch and if you can’t find me here I’m in the 5th-floor staff room, so just come find me and if anyone asks just say I asked you to meet me there.”

He just nodded.

“Great, now let’s get some lunch.”

Endeavor came back a little while after you and Shouto had eaten, dragging Shouto off to finish the rest of his work-study duties for the day. But before he left, you gave him your phone number. Just in case he needed something.

Throughout the next few days, Shouto began dropping by more during his downtime.

He wasn’t social by any means. He was still as quiet and kept mostly to himself but he did enjoy your company and the fact that you treated him like he was his own person and not just Endeavor's son.

When Shouto showed up to the cafeteria for the first time by himself, he saw you sitting alone at a table, scrolling through your phone and eating.

When your eyes landed on him standing there with a tray of food your face brightened and you patted the spot next to you inviting him over.

You asked about his day and various other topics about his work-study.

And Shouto was awkward at least in the beginning.

As he came back more and more Shouto slowly began to feel at ease with you.

Whenever he visited, you never pressured him to answer your questions or even speak to you, giving him time to respond and if he didn’t feel like it, he didn’t have to.

That’s something you assured him of after the first day of him not responding to most of your conversation.

But he began to open up after a few days, talking about his time at UA and the friends he’s met. You also learned what his favorite food was and listened to his subtle complaints about Aizawa’s workload when you helped him with his homework.

It became a routine for Shouto to visit you during his downtime. He would just stop by to say hi and he would sit with you as you did paperwork or walk around the agency helping you with various small tasks before he had to go back to his father.

Today was a particularly busy day for you however so you showed up a tad bit late to meet up with Shouto in the cafeteria but when you got there he was nowhere to be seen.

You hoped that you didn’t miss him.

Just in that moment however your phone vibrated in your pocket.

Checking the notification showed a short message from Shouto.

“My father is dragging me to Hosu.”

You frowned and immediately replied.

“Without lunch?!”

“I bought something before I left, don't worry.”

You sighed.”

“Good, make sure you stay safe out there, got it?”

He sent back a thumbs-up emoji and you shut off your phone to continue getting lunch but you did so you couldn’t shake a bad feeling forming in the pit of your stomach.

‘Maybe I’ll stay a bit later today just to make sure he’s okay.’

You went about your daily routine of patrol and filling out paperwork, checking your phone occasionally for any updates on Shouto and so far, nothing.

No texts or calls, which on its own isn’t too much of an issue but that nagging feeling just wouldn’t go away so, to quell your unrest you decided to put a pause on your paperwork and call him.

As the dial tone rang you tapped your foot and muttered to yourself.

“He’s going to answer and he’s going to be fine and your dumb brain can finally be quiet.”

But he didn’t, so you tried calling again and again each time being sent to voicemail.

You were going to call again when one of the agency's sidekicks suddenly opened the door.

“Oh, hey (Y/n), have you heard about what’s happening in Hosu?”

You paused to look at him, stopping mid-button press.

“No, what happened?”

“They’re calling all heroes near Hosu, apparently all hell broke loose.”

Your eyes widened as you scrambled to look up the news feed.

Oh god.

Immediately photos of Hosu being on fire and strange monsters ravaging the city showed up.

Your gut feeling made sense now.

You didn’t need to see anymore as you jumped out of your seat, interrupting the sidekick as you flew out of the agency doors, sprinting in the direction of Hosu.

The news feed said all modes of public transportation to Hosu had been cut off so you could only hope you could get there in time.

Shouto quietly sat in the hospital bed of his shared room with Midoriya and Iida still feeling the frustration of being told off from defeating Stain.

The fact that they gave all of the credit to his father made it worse.

He sighed.

‘What would (Y/n) think of this?’

He paused before cursing to himself.

He completely forgot about you.

Grabbing his phone and turning it on, Shouto saw the several missed calls and the many texts you sent but the most recent text stood out.

“I’m on my way.”

That was sent hours ago.

Shouto suddenly felt nervous and opened your contact, preparing to call you when the door to the room was suddenly slammed open.

He and the other boys jumped at the sound and looked at who barged in.

Midoriya and Iida were confused at who the man in the doorway was but Shouto recognized you instantly.

You were disheveled and a bit worse for wear but it was still you.

He watched your shoulders sag in relief when you saw him.

Shutting the door behind you, you rushed to his side and wrapped your arms around him in a bone-crushing hug.

“God, kid, you weren’t answering your phone, and when I heard about what’s going on in Hosu I came as fast as I could. I was worried sick about you.”

You pulled away and began looking him over and assessing the damages.

“You’re okay right, no permanent injuries?”

Shouto was silent, his well-being was overshadowed by his father “saving” them from the hero killer, almost no one asked if he was okay they just praised the fact that his father was there and hardly seemed relieved that he got out mostly unscathed.

But here you were, doting on him, checking in on him, and making sure he was okay.

It felt… nice having you dote on him.

“I’m okay, Iida sustained the most injuries.”

You looked over your shoulder to see Midoriya and Iida looking at you wide-eyed and curious.

“Oh hey, Todoroki told me a bit about you guys, nice job at the sports festival by the way you guys did great, well, minus the whole finger breaking situation.”

Midoriya blushed and stuttered out his defense causing you and Iida to laugh.

For the rest of your visit, you sat with Shouto and just chatted about the bit of workplace drama that happened in the agency while he was gone Shouto also confided in you about how he and the other two defeated Stain

“Kid, you stress me out and while it’s my duty as a hero to scold you for being that reckless, I’m going to assume the others and your father have already done that, so instead I’m just gonna say I’m glad you’re okay and please if you ever decide to do something like that again let me know so I can be there to help.”

Your phone vibrated in your pocket and excusing yourself you pulled it out.

Shouto was surprised that you were so calm about it, he expected more of a visceral reaction

“Damn it, sorry to cut my visit short but I forgot I left a pile of unfinished paperwork back at the agency.” You stood up and placed a hand on Shouto’s head and ruffled his hair before walking to the door. “I know you said you’re okay but give me a call if you need anything alright? See ya!”

Shouto just waved and watched as the door slid shut.

“Todoroki, who was that?”

He looked over to Midoriya.

“He’s… a friend from my father’s agency.”

Midoriya and Iida smiled.

“It’s fortunate that you made an acquaintance, especially one with experience as a hero, that knowledge is invaluable when trying to improve.”

“Yeah Iida’s right and it seems like he’s a caring person too!”

Shouto hummed in agreement.

He remembered how you treated him, like a person and not just Endeavor’s son.

You treated him kindly and really listened when he spoke and helped him whenever he was stuck with something.

Shouto felt an unfamiliar warmth in his chest when he thought of the way you worried for him.

‘Is this what a family is supposed to feel like?’

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Heyy I wasn't able to figure out whether or not you're taking requests, so I'm really sorry if you aren't. There's been an insane, genuinely insane amount of fics for all the encanto characters but Luisa and Isabel have so many lgptq+ fics and Camilo has none. So, could you write one? I'm not a guy so I can't give you a description but if you could please write a fic with gay him and homophobic Alma?

Hi!! Yes I do take requests and this is an amazing id✨

▽‖ACCEPTANCE‖▽

Pairing → Camilo x Male!Reader

Genre → Angst, Fluff towards the end

Warning → Homophobia, More angst 😶

Word count → 1.1K

Summary → You and Camilo have been dating for 3 months but no one really knew about it, they all thought you were just best friends until his Abuela walks in on you two cuddled up together and things start to go down hill

A/N → I swear I'm not doing this whole angst thing on purpose 0_0

DNI If you're 18+

I kinda took a little idea from this fic I read

You and Camilo first met at his gift ceremony, and ever since then one of you would trail behind the other all day. You grew up together which by time made you fall for him knowing how sweet, gentle and caring he is, but what you never expected is for him to feel the same. You being a guy always made you think that Camilo would never feel the same way towards you, but to your surprise he was the one to confess his feelings to you and you gladly returned them.

Since you two were always shoulder to shoulder before you started dating no one really suspected anything, but of course you couldn't hide anything from Dolores who ended up telling her mother who told her Husband, and that made you scared. What if they didn't accept it? What if they didn't support Camilo? What if that would ruin his relationship with his family? And you knew how important his family was to him.

those thoughts worried you and you were always more careful around his family not to show any hint of your relation ship until you told Camilo how you felt, but he comforted you saying that the only thing his madre scolded him for was not telling her sooner. That made you ease up a bit, the thoughts fading away as you met his parents and seeing Pepa worry that Camilo wasn't treating you right, but that still didn't let you rest.

You knew how Camilo's reputation was, he was a Madrigal and you knew he had to live up to the name and you knew he had to get married at some point and expand the family, but he would always refuse to listen when you bring it up, saying that if he can't have you then he won't have anyone else and today wasn't any different.

You two were cuddling in Camilo's room after he locked the door so no one would walk in on you, or so he thought. A while after you two started cuddling you heard a knock on the door, still thinking it was locked he just responded with a 'who is it' but then the door opened to reveal his Abuela. The two of you just stared at her while she took in what was happening. "Camilo what are you doing??!" she shouted almost dropping the flower pot in her hand, Camilo then got off the bed and started walking towards her "Abuela wait, I can explain-" but she just stepped backwards as he got closer "Camilo why were you so close to a guy like that? What were you doing?!" she continued to yell making a crowd around Camilo's door "Mami why are you yelling?" Bruno came in view as Camilo started to get really nervous, this wasn't how he wanted his family to know about your relationship.

"Camilo mind explaining why you were all over a guy like that?" you then got off the bed and headed towards Camilo "Señora Madrigal please don't be mad at Camilo, he didn't do anything" You tried to explain yourself but she cut you off "No! I will not hear anything from you, I can't have my grandson dating some guy" Camilo Held your hand tightly when his mother came in and stood next to both of you "And what's the problem with him dating a guy?" Pepa was pissed at her mother's reaction to her son's relationship. They all started arguing with both of you in the middle of it, you just yanked your hand from Camilo's and ran out of the house, you didn't want to be there anymore you just wanted to be alone, so you ran until you were out of the small town and into the woods.

Meanwhile Camilo was about to start running behind you when his Abuela stood in the way, he tried to talk with her, to allow him to go after you but she didn't move saying that he shouldn't care where you went which irritated him, he loved his family yes but he wasn't going to stand by and just listen to his Abuela talking crap about you. He just pushed by her and started running not paying attention to his Abuela yelling at him to come back but he didn't care he just wanted to find you, make sure you're ok.

He ran all around the town not finding any track of you, he then remembered a place you told him about that you go to when you're stressed, so he ran into the woods hoping to find you soon. He reached a small lake and started looking around, he found you hiding behind a tree a few feet away from the lake "Y/N!!" His voice made you jump but you didn't have time to look at him, you found your face buried into his chest as she hugged you tightly. "Mi amor I'm so sorry about what happened, I didn't know my Abuela would react like that-" You cut him off with a quick peck onto his lips "I's ok Milo, It wasn't your fault" you made him sit down beside you as you rested your head on his shoulder "I know but still, She made you cry and you know how much I hate seeing you cry" Camilo wrapped his arms around you and leaned his head on top of yours, you two sat like that in silence for a few more minuets until you spoke up again "What are we going to do now?" Camilo could hear the crack in your voice "About what?" He lifted his head off of yours to look at you properly "Well... Your Abuela obviously doesn't approve of us and-"

"What are you suggesting?" Camilo cut you off his voice wasn't as soft as before, he sounded scared "I-I don't know, but I know how much you love your familia and I don't wanna ruin anything between you" You fiddled with your sleeves not having the courage to look Camilo in the eyes "... Mi vida can you look at me?" He said cupping your cheek in his hand, you slowly moved your face to look at him scared of the expression he could be making but instead of an angry look he had a gentle smile, he leaned in and placed a soft kiss to your forehead "It's ok cariño, we'll figure it out ok? We'll make this work somehow" You couldn't help but smile back at him as you pecked the tip of his nose softly "Thank you corazón" You then leaned your head back on his shoulder enjoying then moment you were having together, he was right you were going to figure things out along the way but for now you just wanted to enjoy his company.

Sorry that took so long I had no motivation 😶

Anyways hope you enjoy

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