#idk what it is... I am just so damn captivated

[starsandhughes]

Penalty Box Series— National Boyfriends Day Edition

23-24 Season Masterlist

referenced: not so happy birthday and knight in shining armor

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yourusername “‘it’s always been him,’ she smiled. ‘our souls just dance the same.’” (atticus)

trevor zegras— my first love, my only love, my other half, my perfect match, and my soon to be husband, i don’t think the world knows how to fathom the love i have for you. because there isn’t a perfect word to truly capture how you make me feel.

there isn’t a word to perfectly describe how i feel when i see your brighter-than-the-sun smile, or how i feel when i hear the melody of my soul that is your laugh. there isn’t a word that expresses how complete i am with you, or how you’re the only home i’ll ever need.

if love is the only word that comes close to all of that, then i will never stop saying it. but there’s other ways to describe “love,” and i’ll say those, too. you’re captivating. i’m enamored with you. i’m infatuated with you. i’m addicted to you. you make me burn with desire. you’re my sun, my moon, and all my stars. every fiber of my being aches for you. we fit each other perfectly. i’ll always choose you.

so happy national boyfriends day to my ex boyfriend and future ex fiancé!

i love you, always, my sweet boy❤️ YOU are my roman empire

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trevorzegras you really know how to swoop a man off his feet❤️ i love you, forever, my sweet girl (when will the ex boyfriend jokes stop?) (you’re my roman empire)

yourusername it’s a powerful give i choose to exert every day! (never)

trevorzegras can i say it?! can i say it?! can i say it?!

yourusername yeah, go ahead

trevorzegras SAP

yourusername speak for yourself!!

_quinnhughes you’re still going to call him your ex boyfriend when you’re married, aren’t you?

yourusername oh most definitely

trevorzegras @/yourusername can i sometimes be called your husband?

yourusername @/trevorzegras i’ll think about it

_quinnhughes @/yourusername you chose her

trevorzegras @_quinnhughes and i’ll do it again

user48 i’m in tears oh my god🥹😭

user22 i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again! THIS will be my royal wedding

jackhughes stop being disgustingly cute

yourusername i will throw things at you

jackhughes you’re across the country

yourusername true, but not forever. prepare for war december 5th

jackhughes @_quinnhughes @/trevorzegras send help

trevorzegras @/jackhughes you’re on your own, kid. you always have been

_quinnhughes @/jackhughes i’ll let her go a few rounds

jackhughes @/trevorzegras @_quinnhughes if she dies, the blood is on your hands

yourusername @/jackhughes dramatic much?

jackhughes @/yourusername i learned it from you

jamie.drysdale i wish you two weren’t my roman empir but i constantly fear i’ll have to bail one of you out of jail

yourusername ONE TIME! IT HAPPENED ONE TIME!

trevorzegras you didn’t even bail us out!

jamie.drysdale @/trevorzegras i was prepared to

_quinnhughes @/trevorzegras he tried but i told him you two were my mess to take care of

yourusername @_quinnhughes idk how to respond to that

trevorzegras @_quinnhughes what she said

_alexturcotte i’m having war flashbacks

jackhughes me too

lhughes_06 me too

colecaufield me too

_quinnhughes me too

yourusername me too

trevorzegras me too

jamie.drysdale MY BAD! DAMN!

user7 you two are the travis and taylor of the nhl and i stand by that

yourusername i’m so honored😭

slknight35 @/trevorzegras remember when you called yourself sissy’s knight in shining armor because she tripped and you caught her and then asked what your prize was for winning the shot competition and then we all made you two kiss?

trevorzegras that was the best party you ever threw

trevorzegras wait, do you also have a sissy pass?!

slknight35 @/yourusername was this supposed to be a secret? i’ve called you sissy for years?

colecaufield @/slkight35 YEARS?! DO YOU HAVE A TWO PER YEAR PASS?!

slknight35 @/yourusername i think i broke them

yourusername @/slknight35 don’t worry, spency, i got this

yourusername @/trevorzegras so help me god, we AREN’T IN HIGH SCHOOL ANYMORE! WE DO THE DIRTY! WHY WOULD YOU CALL ME SISSY?!

trevorzegras @/yourusername WHY WOULD YOU PHRASE IT LIKE THAT?!

yourusername @/trevorzegras so sorry, my love, would you like me to go into specifics?

slkight35 @/yourusername let’s not

_quinnhughes @/yourusername MINORS COULD BE PRESENT

yourusername @/slknight35 @_quinnhughes I WASN’T GONNA DO IT

_quinnhughes @/yourusername you’re unpredictable. we have to take precautions.

colecaufield @/yourusername and where is my explanation, best friend number two?

yourusername @/colecaufield i like him better than you

colecaufield @/yourusername we aren’t friends for the next 28 minutes

yourusername @/colecaufield cry baby

slkight35 @/yourusername that’s some tough love

jackhughes @/slknight35 that’s not even close to her tough love

trevorzegras @/slkight35 i’m actually proud of her

yourusername @/trevorzegras it’s your national boyfriends day gift <3

user19 sissy: *writes the sweetest caption in the history of ever* also sissy: *still unhinged*

user5 “future ex fiancé” y/n give me one chance! i’ll gladly be called your ex fiancé!

jackhughes did you use up your niceness cap in the caption?

yourusername maybe, who knows?

colecaufield @/yourusername me! i know!

yourusername @/colecaufield mwah!

colecaufield @/yourusername mmf

jackhughes @/yourusername you’d think that california sunshine would’ve made you extra happy

yourusername @/jackhughes i AM happy! i just must protect spency! i love him! and i love you, soulmate!

jackhughes @/yourusername suspicious… i love you, too, soulmate…

_alexturcotte you two are disgusting(ly cute)

yourusername nice save, bestie

_alexturcotte i gotta stay on your good side!

yourusername i don’t have a bad side! @.trevorzegras do i have a bad side????

trevorzegras @/yourusername no, sweet girl, you’re all good side

trevorzegras @_alexturcotte quirky! we call her quirky!

_alexturcotte @/trevorzegras whatever you say

jamie.drysdale @_alexturcotte you’ve been friends with her for how long?

_alexturcotte @/jamie.drysdale to be fair, we used to call her our precious psycho

jackhughes @/jamie.drysdale she was so precious

jamie.drysdale @/trevorzegras she’s so sweet at home and i’m frequently shocked the more i learn about you guys in high school

trevorzegras @/jamie.drysdale love changed her

yourusername @/trevorzegras you make me a better person, what can i say?

_alexturcotte there’s that disgusting cuteness again

trevorzegras I JUST WANT TO PUBLICLY ANNOUNCE THAT Y/N IS ACTUALLY THE SWEETEST, KINDEST, MOST LOVING PERSON ON THE PLANET! WE ALL JUST SHOW LOVE VIOLENTLY!

yourusername god i’m so in love with you

trevorzegras uno reverse

colecaufield i’m cole caufield, and i approve this message

yourusername @/colecaufield damn right <3

jackhughes sissy just shows love more violently than us

yourusername @/jackhughes bite me

jackhughes @/yourusername wouldn’t be the first time

_quinnhughes @/jackhughes @/yourusername you two are a lot

lhughes_06 @_quinnhughes i’d normally say don’t talk about my parents like that, but i was there the last time jack bit her

slknight35 @/lhughes_06 nice to hear they haven’t changed

lhughes_06 @/slkight35 they got worse

jamie.drysdale ignoring the biting, i’d like to also say that my ex wife is the loveliest, weirdest person i’ve ever met

yourusername @/jamie.drysdale aww, you sap!

trevorzegras @/yourusername I LOVE YOU THE MOST! THIS IS MY DAY! MY POST!

yourusername @/trevorzegras OKAY I’M SORRY! I LOVE YOU THE MOSTEST! YOUR DAY! I’M ALL YOURS!

trevorzegras @/yourusername forever?

yourusername @/trevorzegras always❤️

#penalty box series #trevor zegras #trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras insta edit #trevor zegras au #trevor zegras imagine #trevor zegras x y/n #trevor zegras x hughes reader #quinn hughes #jack hughes #cole caufield #alex turcotte #luke hughes #jamie drysdale

[iloveundertaesooomuch]

Some advice from AU Calebs!

Heck yeah I did it! Finally i finished ONE of the HUNDREDS AU crossover ideas I have in my head!! Crossovers are fun guys!! (I apologise for a bad english in advance. Writing this it a rush.)

"It's ok to ask for help." (A Reverse Of Feathers And Mud by @jess-the-vampire)

I couldn't make a crossover meme without the legend. Sorry, not sorry. He is such a sad lad but tries to stay positive and be happy for his family uydfykudsutsudskudsluds (*dies*). I have to admitt, Caleb's dad energy is too strong for me to handle without wanting a hug him. No wonder! He was THE grandpa for centuries straight without a break. At least Caleb gets his whole family together in the end. Comics with him and either Hunter and Philip or Luz and Eda make me run in cirles around the room aaaa.

"You are not a burden." (Brother's Keeper by @idoodlestuffsometimes)

Damn, you definetly created one of the darkest AU in the fandom. Each time I re-read AU related posts I scream my lungs out because it is so angsty and so great. I am genuinely scared of your Belos ngl, because.. this man didnt loose anything and he still proceeds to do all that stuff. Enconter with him has 0 survival rate.

POOR CALEB! At least in the world of memes he had an opportunity to flee the captivity twice (the bald head and the car). This man had no moment of mental rest for centuries oh my God. One of my friends wants to fight his brother personally to protec Caleb at all cost sksksk. Well, at least Hunter will always have an actually loving relative! And if the happy ending is going to be canon, I think the future looks great, especially knowing how much pain all your characters go through currently. (And I think both Caleb and Hunter would need the "you are not a burdain" affirmations. At least some form of support in their situation.)

You said in the latest ask-answer that BK!Caleb was supposed to have white streaks in his hair so I attempted to add them. Hope they look fine! Colors for the outfit I got from Belos, so they would match, I guess???

"Murder is okay." (Loose Strings by @oldmanpip)

My bro, brother, friend... Despite you being not to involved on the discord server, my brain is still rotting with your great awesome AUs. And I know you know that. Your Caleb is really loose in all sences of that word and I love that. Wonder if your AUs will ever be available to the public. Because oh boy oh boy they deserve to be recognised. (Loose Caleb is such a conservative grandpa who never did anything wrong, wdym?)

"Your feelings matter." (Pip In Time by @celestialscribbler)

Honestly? Man, your comic is the reason I got invested in Witteclaw couple at all. Even if the "Pip in time" is not their story, but you wrote their teen romance so sweetly. Those two melted my heart... I scream each time I re-read your comic for 100th time. Just WOAH my brain goes brrr! And Caleb as a character is also written really really well. I love him so much. He is such good brother but MAN HE NEEDS A BREAK FROM BEING AN ADULT! BOY! Insirt crying and heart emojis here.

(PS: hope you still care about your health!)

My thoughts:

I have been drawing this for more than a month I think? And the only reason for that is my university. I hope to actually get an ADHD diagnosis because something is clearly wrong with me. But thats not the point.

There are so many ideas in my head. Goofy and not. The only problem is that I have less and less ability to do what I want lately. I wish I could bring them all to life, but at the same I dont know if anyone will be interested. Would AU crossovers look too self-indulgent? Or nah? Idk. (Just Grimwalker-Isle already has so much potential for stupid ridiculous fun I am runnin on coffee juice.)

Litteraly my mind is plagued with different fun plots and possibilities I am going crazy. But I also have A TON of WIPs that I need to finish. Perhaps I will attempt to manage everything at once, but, no promises.

Wish me luck on my exams!

#ShuraBibertush #Bibertush_TOH #the owl house #toh #toh fan art #TOH #the owl house au #toh au #owl house au #a reverse of feathers and mud au #areverseoffeathersandmudau #a reverse of feathers and mud #Brother's Keeper AU #Loose Strings AU #toh pit au #caleb wittebane #evelyn clawthorn #evelyn clawthorne #cavelyn #witteclaw #wittecouple #meme #didgital art

[implusivesugarapple]

♡Lucifer Morningstar x Fallen Angel ♡

(i've literally never written fanfic before so i'm so it's really bad)

♡ Hearing of Lucifer's message inspired you to follow his ideas

♡ Of course you kept this hidden though (Heaven could cast you away)

♡Lucifer was very outspoken and you could listen him to hours go on about his dreams

♡ At first you just admired what dreams Lucifer had but then if became more of liking towards the fallen angel

♡ Seeing things of rebellion in Heaven was so captivating who wouldn't fall for him

♡ You also began to add your own little very very tiny here and there on Earth

♡ It was also no surprise that you were thrown out of Heaven after following his ideas

♡ Ending up in hell was more terrifying than you thought especially compared to heaven

♡ You didn't know what to do or where to go and it was so different from Lucifer's vision

♡ Eventually you ended up in the hotel grew fond of everyone else yayyy

♡ More so Angel you both are hopeless romantics it's sad

♡ You didn't really ask why Charlie wanted to redeem souls in Hell (you were easily inspired clearly)

♡ You focused more on the hotel now i mean what else could you do besides think and fantasize about him...sometimes

♡ One time at the bar Husk was telling you how much alike Lucifer and Charlie were after "decorating" his station

♡ Charlie...the wide eyed lamb with the voice of a disney princess??? why didn't you see it sooner...

♡ You almost spit out your drink and started choking

♡ "you didn't know?..." Charlie knew what people's impression of her dad was

♡ "Oh no sorry...It's just I knew your dad before when we were both um"

♡ After that you would sometimes ask Charlie about her dad but she wouldn't remember much besides the hopes he "used" to have and how it inspired her to open the hotel

♡ Vaggie would actually be the one to tell you how strained their relationship is

♡ Hearing The Lucifer was coming to the hotel left you speakless none the less

♡ Charlie obviously said she would set you guys up (she saw that look in your eyes)

♡ He was so awkward meeting everyone but you loved that about him

♡ Charlie was something you both talked about at first

♡he was so excited to share her baby photos with you

♡ Eventually he asked you on a date well Charlie suggested it

♡ It's been a while since he actually put himself out there but he knew he wanted everything to be perfect

♡ You assured him to just keep things simple and the way he wanted

♡ You should've known he immediately turned everything into a rubber ducky themed restaurant

♡ You guys actually spent the whole night talking of new ideas for rubber duckies while eating

♡ He walked you home even though you both knew he could've teleported home

♡ He really just wanted to talk to you more hehe

♡ Let's be fr after your date he immediately called Charlie and Vaggie to tell them how it went

♡ You RAN to angels room but no surprise he wasn't there (probably with Husk 🫡)

♡ You were going to knock on Vaggie and Charlie's room but you quickly heard them on the phone with Lucifer

♡ You could hear the excitement in his voice but you couldn't quite hear the words

♡ Suddenly you heard "Oh Dad I would LOVE to hear the rest of this but Vaggie and I have to go to bed"

♡ These poor girls it's 3 am and they love him but god were they tired

♡ "Oh well my little duckie I could come by tomorrow and maybe make pancakes or waffles or-"

♡ "Sounds good dad *yawn* see you then"

♡ Damn you should probably go to sleep now (literally we know what time it is (≧ω≦)/ )

♡ btw this is it bc i probably should go to sleep.

♡pls let me know what you think idk what i'm doing

#hazbin hotel #lucifer #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel reader insert #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel headcanon

[iluvtreyparker]

Not Yet

-smut

-mentions of alcohol and being tipsy (while they both have a few beers I want to stress that they’re not drunk, I didn’t intend for them to be portrayed as drunk and that all sex was consensual!!!)

-this is my first fanfic idk how to format this

-im obsessed w that pic of Trey I hope u imagine that Trey during this cuz that’s what was on my mind

Every Monday, Wednesday, Friday was seeming to grow into an agonizing gift from the gods, or whoever was out there running the show. Waking up seemed to have purpose again; barely making it out the door on time shifted into early mornings crafting carefully coordinated outfits; messy, unwashed hair turned into delicately designed pig tails or braids. For the first time in a very long time, the idea of a class at 9 am was no longer a borderline debilitating task, but like a cup of coffee on a crisp fall morning. Stepping foot in the classroom was like that first sip of coffee passing down your throat and warming your whole body, freeing you from the morning’s chill. You stood before the door, prepping yourself for 50 minutes of pure distraction and inevitable and uncontrollable thoughts, sweet dreams of delusion of a man who you thought barely remembered your name. You sighed deeply. It was time. You pressed open the door and scanned the room for him, in the most natural looking way you could.

“Good morning!” He said with sincerity in his smile.

“Good morning..” you choked out, just a millisecond late enough to make yourself feel awkward about the interaction.

You thought to yourself, “Jesus Christ he was so sweet. He said hello to me. He probably says hello to everyone. But he said it to me today. He wanted you so badly didn’t he. No. No. You have to get yourself together, he’s a man in his 40’s and he is your professor, he’s a very kind man simply greeting you on this fine morning. But wouldn’t it be nice if he wanted me.”

You took your seat near the back of the small auditorium and got yourself settled in. Pretending you be on your laptop you peered above it, getting him in your view. He was still gathering himself together to begin class, as there were a few minutes remaining before the clock would strike 9. You looked upon him as he fiddled with papers. How did you get here? At this university? This major? This class? This specific section? And THIS professor? It didn’t matter, you were here. And there he was.

The way his salt and pepper stubble ruggedly graced his face, his very worn long sleeve t shirt that he must’ve been wearing since before you were out of middle school even, his messy hair undergoing the effects of aging, gently receding in a way that was beginning to leave a patch a the top but something about the way he rocked it pulled you to him a little bit more. He was just an older man, but damn there was something about him. It wasn’t just his looks that captivated you. It was the cadence with which he spoke, the way he could fill up the most casual, unprofessional sentence with an air of eloquence. The way he could make anything make sense. His mind was vast, woven with intricacies of which you felt you could probably never comprehend. And dammit was he funny, and so clever.

Class has started and you sat there, watching intently as he paced around the front of the room, talking about who knows what, God knows you weren’t listening, going on beautifully worded tangents every now and again. He mentioned something about a quiz but all you could think about was how he was in bed. Was he a hair grabber? What day was this quiz? He’s gotta be packing right? It’s on chapter 4? You wanted to put your hands on each side of his face, feeling his graying stubble and pull him in for a kiss, letting each other’s tongues tango and wander to wherever they ended up.

He was talking about something being wrong with the textbook, cursing the idiot writer and the dipshit who edited it and whatever numbskull allowed it to be published, but the articulation of his perfectly chosen words only made you think about what all he could do with his tongue, especially if he was between your thighs. Was he good? He had to be. You just sensed it. He would spread your thighs, look up at you with lust before going down on you, he would know just how to move his tongue, you knew it. And maybe he would start to tease you. He would stop and then begin rubbing your clit only to slide 2 fingers down and into you when you least expected. He would start pumping slowly, starting to curl his fingers up inside you, and holy fuck, when you thought it couldn’t get any better he brought his head down and started using his tongue again while inside you, Jesus Christ alfuckingmighty, and then he would- You felt the room start to blur out as if it were just you and him in an empty auditorium, your cheeks were growing warm and your stomach in a knot. Lord, you felt you needed him so badly. Never had a professor or person in general made you feel this way. It was carnal. Snap out of it. You were going too far again. If you thought anything else you might just have get up and uh.. take a… “bathroom break”… You would never really do that, but he had you so strung up you needed a release so badly. There were only 10 minutes left of class and you tried to ease your mind and maybe attempt to learn something. 10 long minutes of fighting off inappropriate thoughts and watching each minute in agony go by on the clock. But in time, it was over. You quickly grabbed all your belongings and shoved them in your bag with haste, you just wanted to get out of there because partly you felt bad about how far you let your mind wander. You made your way down the short length of auditorium stairs, getting closer to him with each step. He stood near the door, waving a slight goodbye or have a good day to the occasional student who prompted it. You kept your head down, you dreaded passing him, you felt like your thoughts were so loud that he had to have heard them. Like he knew every single thing you wanted him to do to you. Closer and closer you got, mere seconds feeling like hours the closer you got to his presence, you were almost wincing. So close to the door, you would make it. He was right there, you were coming up to him, just nearly about to pass him and get out of there. Until. You sensed a disturbance in your personal bubble. Dear god. He stopped you,

“Hey, Y/N?” He said.

Stunned, frozen in time almost. Are you fucking kidding? Out of all days. You didn’t know what to do, mind racing, you felt your cheeks growing increasingly warm and knew that by the time you turned to face him you would be brighter than the reddest tomato ever grown. You were feeling so warm that surely, your cheeks must be akin to a 3rd degree sunburn, they were so hot they had to have been blistering too, right? Most of the students had filed around you out of the class as the interaction ensued. It was just you two now.

“Uh.. yes..” you managed to spit out.

He stood with a concerned stature, one hand on his hip,

“Are you okay today? You seemed a little off in class today. I just noticed you seemed a little out of it and I thought I would check in.”

Jesus Christ. So he noticed you? He looked at you? He thought about… you?

“Oh! Uh. Yeah…” you trailed off, “… uh. Yeah! Yeah I’m doing okay. Just been a little distracted today is all. I just uh. Adhd. Forgot my medicine today. That’s it! Ha!”

Fucking facepalm. It wasn’t a lie about the ADHD, but you had taken your medicine, and that had in fact probably helped you focus so intently on thinking lewd thoughts about the tall man before you. But god, did you have to overshare like that? Even if it was a only slight stretch of the truth.

“Oh, okay, it happens, Y'know. Glad you’re good! I’ll see you on Wednesday,” he said with a reassuring smile.

“Yep! See you Wednesday!” You stumbled out the door and sped walked without any hesitation to your car. Your mind was blank the whole time until you opened the door and sat down behind the wheel.

God. He was sexy. The way his voice rolled out of his mouth was smooth like butter and it had your knees weak as you thought back on the words he had said to you. You drove home and immediately fell onto the bed and took a nice nap.

As the evening rolled around you started feeling increasingly bored, lonely, and antsy. This was the great combination of feelings that lead you right down the path of deciding to, on a Monday night, hit the bars. For once, you thought, you didn’t exactly want to get totally wasted, but just sit with a beer and be somewhere other than stuck in your room mulling over the woes of life. You’d rather be stuck in a bar, a place with atmosphere and distractions and beer, mulling over life. You had been to most of the bars on the square, and almost decided on going to your favorite one where they knew you, which seems like the best and obvious choice, but something told you otherwise. There was one bar, which you realized you had never been in. It was a sports bar, so this made sense. But tonight you thought, why not? Something new for a dull night? Who knows, maybe you’d meet somebody. Something pulled you to it. It was relatively empty, a few guys were watching the game, but otherwise empty. You sat down at the bar, showed your ID and what not and ordered a Coors Banquet. You sat for a while, almost forcing yourself to try and care about the game on tv. It was the Bengals and some other team who you didn’t really know or care about. You didn’t care about the Bengals either but you knew who they were.

Time passed and you stared, distracted, into your beverage, zoning out the world around you… until… the familiar feeling of someone sitting down right next to you broke your focus on the beer bottle.

“Banquet girl, huh?”

No way. It was him.

“Holy shit,” you said instinctually, “Professor…Parker…” you trailed off in disbelief.

“Uh, yeah,” you continued, “I am a coors banquet girl for sure. Used to be miller lite until I discovered ol banquet. Coors lite on the other hand… that’s just straight piss water”

Embarrassed about saying piss water to your professor, who was sitting next you you at a bar nonetheless, you tried not to bury your face deeply into your hands and scream a guttural scream.

“Piss water huh…?” he giggled, “I always kinda liked coors lite.” He smiled.

There was a brief, stagnant moment of silence, who knows how long it lasted but it was enough for him to decide to clear his throat and break it,

“So… I saw you sitting all alone, I just thought I’d come over here and say hi, hopefully an old guy like me won’t bother you too much, I can sit somewhere else though if you’d like. You just looked a little lonely staring at your beer like that.”

“Oh. Yeah. No, that's fine yeah, keep sitting here.”

This was mind blowing to say the least, it didn’t feel real. He was so close to you. He was so close you could reach out and put your arms around him, embracing his body heat. You tried not to dwell in order to hold a normal conversation, but he was so close you could smell the hint of Old Spice lingering on him. And with just that whiff you caught, it drove you mad. Of course he would wear Old Spice.

“So… I guess… What’re you up to being here tonight?” You asked, unable to think of anything to say.

“I just came here to watch the game. I’m not really all that interested but, Yknow, I guess I just wanted to get out. Really I should be asking you what YOU’RE up to, hitting the bars on a Monday night, miss ma’am.”

Miss ma’am??? What were you? A child or perhaps a naughty cat being scolded? That’s what that sounded like. But maybe you kind of liked it… especially coming from him.

You took a moment to breathe in, “Well, if you must know, miss ma’am here enjoys the fact that there are no covers at the bars on Monday nights,” you paused, “And I just like to sit and think with a beer I guess, and I don’t always want to do it alone in my room. Gets kinda sad after a while y’know”

“Oh, I know,” he responded.

There was another moment of silence filling up the space between you, but it felt more natural this time.

“So, The Cure?” He pointed at your shirt, “I love The Cure!”

“They’re my favorite band!” You say excitedly.

He looks at you with a jokingly cocky expression, “Yknow, I don’t mean to toot my own horn or anything, but after college I made a movie and guess who loved it? Robert Smith!”

“Holy shit???” You blurt out, “Robert Smith?? And?- hold on you- you made a goddamn movie?? Dude!”

As if he couldn’t get any hotter. He made a movie. That your own hero Robert Smith was allegedly into. He could’ve been lying for all you know, but you trusted every word he said. After a bit of beer consumption you were starting to feel more comfortable and natural talking to him, but in the back of your mind you still couldn’t quiet down the thoughts of everything you wanted to do with him.

“Ah it’s nothin,” he said

“Nothin? No!! You have to show me!”

“Oh don’t know about that… it’s a little inappropriate…”

Inappropriate? Trey Parker? God this pulled you in. You couldn’t believe he made a movie, and an allegedly inappropriate one? You had to see this. Now felt like the time, after a beer and a half you were starting to feel more bold. It was now or never. Before you thought about it to hard, the words were already leaving your lips,

“It may be bold and completely out of line, though I have drank this beverage a bit fast so I’m feeling willing to say more than I should, however, I feel inclined to ask… if you might want to come to my apartment and maybe… you could show me your movie…”

He looked stunned. But you could tell by the look behind his eyes. He had been around long enough to know. And thankfully, to your completely dismay, he replied with a smile,

“Sure…”

You stepped into his car, and the two of you drove back in mostly silence other than your telling directions back to your apartment. It didn’t feel real. You sat in his passenger seat, looking out the window, feeling warmth in your cheeks, wondering if maybe, since you had successfully lured him to your apartment, he might let you call him by his first name.

“Hey…” you decided to go for the question, nervous on how it would go over.

“Hm?” He said softly, looking over at you slightly but maintaining his focus on the road.

“How mad would you be if I um, if I referred you Trey tonight…? Yknow since…” you trailed off, “since y'know…”

“I don’t think I would be mad at all, Y/N.” He said we a reassuring smile.

You gave a quick tour of the place and then offered up the couch, you sat on one end, politely urging him to sit himself down with you. He placed himself on the other end of the couch at an almost awkward, but definitely safe distance.

“You could sit a little closer y’know.“ you said

“I suppose I could”

He moves a little closer but, still a safe difference. If there was ever a time to use your feminine wiles, you thought, it was now. You knew what you wanted but could barely believe you were in this position anyways.

“I don’t bite or nothin. I mean, I usually don’t anyways”

He lightly giggled, but you could sense the gears turning in his head, and you wondered if he had processed your attempt at flirting. He scooted over closer to you, legs almost touching.

The movie had begun playing, and you teased him about his outfit in the film, and the fact that it was called Orgazmo. But after a little while, something came over you, you just couldn’t hold it anymore. Before you knew it you felt your hand moving towards his thigh. Isn’t this usually a man’s move? You really didn’t care. It’s what you wanted and it felt right. In an instant you felt your palm press against the fabric. You looked up to him for reassurance and he gave you a look that let you know it was okay. Within seconds you felt your body rush with warmth as he leaned swiftly in, placing his hand on the side of your face, pulling you in a locking lips.

Holy fuck? Its happening? Play it cool.

His scruff scratches lightly against your skin. Fuck, he could give you rug burn if he wanted to, you’d let him. Your bodies moved together with the passion of the kiss, feeling around each other as his tongue danced against yours in your mouth. You felt a pressure on your chest as he reached in to grab your boobs, releasing a breathy sigh on impact into your mouth. You found your hand on his thigh again, grasping into it briefly, then running your hand up slowly until you reached his inner thigh. You stopped here for a moment before moving to the big bulge in his pants, rubbing and stroking it through the fabric and feeling it get even harder as you do so.

“Fuck,” he lets out a groan.

He hastily begins fiddling with his pants button pulling them down and off to expose his boxers. He grabs you and pulls you up on his lap, your legs straddled around him, and begins grinding against you, moving your hips against his lap and confined length which ached to be inside you.

You couldn’t take it anymore, you found yourself peeling your shorts off with vigor in order to feel even closer to him and the raging hard on rubbing against you. He sat you back down and pulled you in even harder, breathing heavily with each of his movements against you.

“Please, Trey,” you begged, “I need you to put it in”

“Not yet,” he smiled.

He lifted you up as he stood, and carried you off to your bedroom, laying you down on the bed hurriedly, but with care. With both of you on the bed he slid off your shirt, throwing it to the floor; then crawling up to you for a kiss, he places his hands firmly on your boobs. He moves down, grabbing one gently and putting it in his mouth, his tongue swirling around your nipple as he looks up at you with needy blue eyes. He begins to trail down, leaving a line of tender yet sloppy kisses down your torso as he approaches your underwear. It almost made you shiver, the closer he got.

“Is this okay? You’re okay with doing this?” He asked, looking up at you.

You nodded with a subtle bite of the lip, as you felt you couldn’t handle another second without him inside you.

“Are you sure?” He asked again.

“Yes. Please. I need you right now,” you wined in response.

He got off the bed and stood up, tearing off his shirt with haste and sliding off his boxers, allowing his hard length to fling out, giving it a few pumps as he approached the bed again. Back on the bed, he spreads your legs in preparation to take him. He leans in, taking his cock and rubbing the tip against your clit, teasing you, forcing you to wait even longer.

“You’re so wet for me, huh?” he said slyly and proudly as he continued to tease you.

“Please put it in,” you begged.

He grinned and you felt him enter, pushing himself in slowly, all the way, letting out a groan as he did so, and then waiting just a moment, fully inside you, before he began thrusting. He started slowly, getting you used to the length, quickly picking up the pace. You ran your hands down his chest, feeling all of his hair and the burgeoning sweat within it. He was pumping in and out of you rhythmically, absolutely wracking your brain, and with his thrusting came the occasional groan, or “ah” or “fuck.” He put his hand behind your head and leaned in to kiss you sloppily, letting lust take the two of you over.

All of a sudden he pulled out, just barely out of you, his tip almost touching your entrance. He watched the confusion on your face as he hadn’t yet gone back in, knowing how badly you wanted him back, he began to tease you.

“How badly do you want it?”

“So badly, please”

“Not yet,” he said, “I want to hear you beg.”

“Fuck. Please fuck me,” you pleaded.

He grinned and pushed back inside you with delicate force, putting his hands on side of your waist and pulling you into each thrust. He leaned in for a kiss and you took the opportunity to pull him in to you even closer, chests touching, feeling his warmth. He nestled his head in your neck, sucking lightly, enough to titillate but not leave a mark. You held tightly onto his back, trying to keep yourself from digging into it and scratching him, but maybe he would like that, you thought. As he thrusted, you bucked your hips against him, fucking him back. He let out a moan into your ear, unable to hold it in any longer. You could sense that rush flooding in, trying to overtake you, you tried to push back in order to keep yourself going longer but it was growing increasingly obvious that the time was nearing. You could feel within his recent movements that he was in a similar boat. He leaned in for one more kiss, letting out a moan, “Uugh, fuck,” into your mouth as he did so. With this you found yourself unable to hold it in.

“Trey, I’m gonna cum,” you moan, pulling him in as hard and close as you possibly could, bucking your hips hard, riding out the high as you felt your body nearly shaking against his.

He continued pumping, almost reaching that same limit himself, with your own release pushing him over the edge. He pulled out quickly with an “ah” pumping along his cock as he aimed it towards your tits. He kept pumping, letting out sounds of ecstasy and relief, spurting his cum all over your chest.

“Shit,” he exhaled, while flopping over and laying next to you. You noticed some of his cum had landed on his stomach, sitting lightly on his happy trail.

“Hey, you got a lil sumthin,” you said with a point and a smile.

“Oh…” he looked down at himself and then looked at you, remembering how much he had doused you, “Oh! I’ll get a towel!”

You told him where to find one and he soon returned wielding a washcloth, he gently cleaned you up before tossing the towel off the side of the bed, then laying back down beside you.

“So uh… does this warrant me getting some extra credit?” You joked.

He laughed lightly and responded, “Oh, after that? You just passed the class with flying colors.”

#trey parker #trey parker x reader

[softhairedhotch]

no, thank YOUUUU <3333 and it's okay HEHE remember to take it easy!!! 🫶 i can tell u for sure i will be here ready to absorb and consume n love anything that u create <3333 ive already read ur new fic Too Many Times . it struck sooo many chords like . I WOULD REALLY DO ALL THAT 😭😭 n ya fr there's too many good ideas out there to explore n there's only so much you can do at One moment. i personally have this long standing problem of starting sooo many things that i cannot finish bc i'm a master procastinator... so the only way i function is with looming deadlines ☠️ wish i was getting paid to just sit down n think about aaron bc man... i'd be a millionaire by now 🗿

TEHEEHHEE OMGGG PLEASEEE PHONE SEX . another big weakness of mine . idk how many times ive said smth is my weakness BUT like there's just some tropes that NEVER GETS OLD ... also sometimes i focus so much on aaron n how he makes you feel that i don't think about how HE would be so affected by everything about you GOSSHHHHHH please . like you're captivated by him but he's literally also soooo smitten and down bad for you to that he has to fight his urges to just give into anything that u want 😭😭 but unfortunately he can't always magically teleport to wherever you are so he just talks you through it and gives you such clear instructions BRRRR IMAGINE IF HE USES HIS WORK VOICE BC HE WANTS YOU TO LISTEN TO HIM EXACTLY STEP BY STEP . like my god i can't believe how i can giggle n kick my feet whenever cm has a scene of aaron giving instructions n delegating work to the team... like it's just so hot . n when he shows off his intelligence WOWOWWEEWW major turn on . n wooooof.

AND??!?$$;&; him sending pictures of himself 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️ also i love the idea of aaron being away from u but being soo pent up that he takes the initiative to surprise you with a special video of him jerking off or using a toy <333 and u BET he knows to send it with sound so you can hear all the sounds he's making <333 bc what is nut videos without SOUND 😤😤😤

omg.. i luv daddy kinks BRRRR n sometimes it just especially HITS SO HARD . like omfg got me actively looking for those daddy asmr porn audios 😭😭😭😵‍💫😵‍💫 sometimes it takes awhile to find a good one but when i strike gold... Wow . GODDD i know aaron would say such filthy things that are downright insulting n degrading... BUT HE DOES IT IN THE SOFT AFFECTIONATE VOICE sparkled with some praises... AGRGRHRHHH .

omg REALLLL he's SOOO the type to make you say what you want directly in words. he isn't going to budge if you're just whining n hoping he'd take the hint bc he himself also loves to hear such filthy things come out of your mouth <3333 "you know daddy really loves to give you whatever you want... but not if you don't use your words. come on, does your pretty little mouth only function as daddy's cocksleeve?" HARGRHRHEHEJE i am Dead . n STOPPPP ENCOURAGING MEEEE ure gna make the can of worms EXPLODE ABOUT ALL THE FILTHY THOUGHTS ABT AARON'S CUM PLSSSS (not actually complaining ! i am Egged)

also omg... TEEHEE... i will tell u more abt my lovely male oc soon!!!! omfg im SO EXCITED . bc i literally have never talked about it to anyone even though i've thought abt it in such detail LMFAOOOO its just hard out there to find someone who shares the same brain ... damn 😭 i'm really glad i happened to stumble across ur page n decided to send an ask <333 bc i rly enjoy talking to u too!!!!! <3

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you're so sweet bless <3 hehe i'm glad you liked my new fic!! and YEAH I GETCHA omg that used to be me, like i couldn't do stuff without deadlines, AND NOW I CAN'T EVEN DO THINGS WITH DEADLINES LMAO. sometimes i can, but if i set it myself then you best believe it ain't getting done. i procrastinate sooooo much it's painful. like i could sit here and write for most of the day because rn i currently do NOTHING ELSE in my life (rip, i'm working on it lol) but do i??? no!! i mean that's just a lot of effort innit lol, writing constantly sounds exhausting even tho it's all i wanna do

phone sex my beloved <3 and awwww yeahhh he'd be sooo so so in love with you and he'd wanna do anything and everything you ask :') but GOD YEAH him using his work voice?? all stern and professional and demanding?? goddd i need that so bad. and YESSS when he shows of his intelligence it's soooo hot, like that one scene where he does the maths and penelope goes "is this reid?" and he goes "what, you impressed?" YES I AM BABE I LOVE YOU SM

i loooooove the idea of his sending pics <333 that's why i love looking at nsfw stuff sm bc sometimes i strike GOLDDDDD and its like the most aaron pic ever and it makes me lose my mind. once i found one that was so him i fully forgot to breathe and was blushing like mad (this one i think!). it was... a lot LMFAO. but god god GOD him sending a video of him jerking off when on a case??? i need that soooo so so much. and yes FR there needs to be sound in nut videos. once was sent one from a guy WITHOUT SOUND like babe? dude? what are you doing? where's the fun in that? i mean it was hot don't get me wrong but i was like "buddy wheres the sound at 🤨" LMAOOO

YESS I KNEW YOU WOULD BE INTO DADDY KINKS LMFAOOOO. and omg real, they're sometimes so good and for what. or any video of someone with daddy vibes,, godddddd sometimes it just HITS FR. YESS HIS VOICE WOULD BE SO SWEET AND GENLTE AND LOVING BUT ALSO DOMINATING AND THE STUFF THAT COMES OUT OF HIS MOUTH IS SOOOO FILTHY N HOT

yessssssss he'd looove to hear you say what you need. "come on, little one, let daddy know what you want, hm? i need to hear you say how much you want my cock" and "you want me to ride you, sweetheart? want daddy to ride you until you can't cum anymore? hm? let me hear you say those words, baby, i need to hear you say it."

and yayyy i'm so excited to hear about your oc!! i can't WAIT it's gonna be soooo good i just kNOW IT. i'm also really glad you stumbled across my page too <33 thanks for sending me all these asks!!!!

#🤲 anon #casks #casper's anons #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader

[mightbeorphanedidk]

Hi!!! I fuckin love your works. Saw you got banned LMAO what did you do

Are there any new fics to be written, or are you still working on those WIPs you mentioned

LMAO Thank you sm! <3 I had a little oopsy daisy with the moderation and my posting privileges have been revoked until the 24th of April.

Edit: can't reply to you guys either so sorry about that 😭😭

I am still working on those requests and WIPs, but I do have a few smaller ideas that I have planned! I was actually going to ask you all which to do first, so I know what's in high demand when I get back. I'm writing these in the order that they're in on my megadraft so.

1. Epilogue for "Sex Sells," The Moth Cries As He Runs From The Rampant Deer: I'll just be explaining what happened to Val after getting his ass kicked, with a bonus news report about the incident. Nothing too snazzy.

2. Story about languages in the hotel (unnamed): I heard a hc floating around that in Hell, everyone speaks their native language (So Charlie Latin, Alastor Creole French, Angel Italian), but there's a sort of translator to remove language barriers. This fic is a sickfic as well, in which not ONLY does the illness make you speak your first language, it has you blurt out the truth of what you think without second thought. Everyone at the hotel is fallen victim to it.

3. Sleepy times yayyyy: Literally just a 5+1 fic. 5 times Alastor is tasked with putting everyone to bed, 1 time he's being put to bed.

4. Hunger fic: Charlie deals with a difficult client, but ends up giving them a room. Everyone hates him, so Alastor decides to do something. Charlie doesn't exactly approve of Alastor’s snack and bans him from eating anything that Charlie doesn't give him herself. Alastor now deals with hunger, locked away in his room, until he finally snaps and goes against the princess. Charlie tries to fix her mess, Alastor goes full-on predator animal mode, and everyone else is just along for the ride. Heavily angsty, and relies on the hc that Alastor's hunger is only satiated by sinner flesh.

5. Radiosilence psychological fic: Something greatly weakens Alastor and Vox finds out. He uses it against him, kidnapping the deer, and melds his brain while he's weak. A slowburn(?) Fic of Alastor’s mindset, while in Vox’s captivity, going from "I need to get out of here and kill him" to "I can't live without him" each time Vox puts him under hypnosis. No g(rape) but very messed up. Also, predicted to be the length of the Angel AU i wrote.

6. Nightmare fic: So Lucifer uses his funky magic to project Alastor’s dreams onto a screen. Don't ask me how. Instead of cheesy romances or cliche power-possessing dreams, Lucifer sees something much, much more messed up. And damn, he regrets it so much.

7. Non-consensual drugging fic: Another torture fic. Lilith injects Alastor with a drug that makes him see everyone around him as someone he loves. This was in attempt to get him more attached (and ergo more obedient) to her but it backfires when he manages to escape to the hotel just as she inserts it. Ensue Alastor freaking out about why his mother is staring at him from the bar but also in the kitchen and simultaneously coming down from the stairs, when in reality, everyone’s just going about their days.

This might not have made sense, so sorry about that. I'll put up a little poll for you guys to pick which you're more excited for. That way, I'll work on it and make sure I post that first when I get back. :)

"Author pick what YOU wanna write!!" i wanna write all of tjem and idk which to prioritise. You guys pick first.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #ao3 stuff #archive of our own #fanfiction #one sided radiostatic #hazbin vox #chapter updates #customer service at its finest

[villain-enthusiast]

Could you do a snippet with a dignified supervillain and a sarcastic civilian? Idk I just feel like it would make for a fun little short story lol

tw: captivity, restraints, mild death threats, suggestive dialogue

Civilian had to admit, Supervillain was less intimidating than they had initially imagined.

They were larger, taller in person, dressed in a sleek black costume with a billowing cape that seemed rather excessive. But as the infamous criminal shuffled through the contents of something near the back of the room, Civilian couldn’t help but think that they looked like a rip-off Batman.

“Hey, uh, don’t you think this whole ‘tied to a chair in a cell room’ shenanigan is rather cliché?” Civilian blurted out, shifting uncomfortably in their bonds. “I’m not really gonna go anywhere.”

Supervillain stopped their movement abruptly. Their head raised slowly.

Keep talking. Civilian cleared their throat, maintaining their composure. “I mean, really, I know it seems like I’m an expert escape artist, but the gods decided to trade out my smarts for a boatload of good looks.”

Supervillain turned around, one brow arched, arms folded across their chest. Their dry stare raked over Civilian, from head to toe.

Then they scoffed.

Civilian gasped in an artfully exaggerated fashion, taken aback. “You just don’t understand the meaning of true beauty.” They leaned their head back into their seat, fluttering their eyes.

“You’re a bold one,” Supervillain mused, approaching Civilian. “I’ve never caught a bold one before.”

“What am I, a fish?” Civilian smirked, but went still as Supervillain stopped in front of them.

A frown crossed Supervillain’s face. “You really don’t seem to understand your place of power here.”

Some kind of hysterical laughter bubbled up in Civilian’s throat, but they held it down. “Honey, I’m not your average-looking civilian. You’re a notorious outlaw who resembles the look of an emo teenager. I’d say we’re on even playing field here.”

Supervillain’s icy expression didn’t falter. They stepped closer, bearing over the bound Civilian.

Civilian, although intimidated, smirked up at Supervillain. “That’s right, take it all in. I’m just too good to be true.”

“I’ve seen better.”

“Liar,” Civilian huffed. “You must have bad taste. What’re you into, furries?“

“I really am getting fed up with you.” Supervillain fingered the knife at their belt. “I don’t need you alive for bait.”

Civilian ignored the shudder that raced down their spines “What is it with you and the fish analogies? Oh my gods, do you have a fish kink? Is that an actual thing—,”

They stopped talking at the cold bite of blade at their throat.

“Say one more dumbass thing and I’ll cut you,” Supervillain growled. “You think you can just stomp over my dignity like you’re not testing death? You’re like a damn mosquito. Annoying and unyielding until they’re squashed.”

Civilian swallowed around the knife. They were quiet for a moment, then they took a breath. “Hero’s gonna come find me.”

Supervillain removed the weapon from their skin, and Civilian slumped back down into the chair.

“I sure hope they do,” their captor muttered, re-sheathing the dagger.

“Aw, you don’t want me around?” Civilian cocked their head in mocking disbelief. “I think you’ll grow to like me.”

Supervillain, who had begun to stalk back to the corner of the cell, stopped in their tracks. They turned back around. “So you plan on staying a while?”

“Well that’s a rather stupid question.” Civilian tugged feebly on the ropes binding them to the chair. “One could say that I’m a bit tied up at the moment.” They smiled proudly at their own pun. “I’m not going anywhere until Hero swoops in and sweeps me off my feet like a dashing savior.”

Supervillain sighed. “It’s taking everything in me not to strangle you right now.”

Civilian winked. “Ah, choking kink. I’ll write it down.”

The flash of a smile ghosted over Supervillain’s face, but it was so brief Civilian could’ve sworn they just imagined it.

Walking to the cell door, Supervillain jangled the keys in their hand. “Make yourself comfortable…” they trailed off, raising their eyebrows expectantly at Civilian.

“The name’s Civilian.” Civilian grinned.

Supervillain nodded once. “Have fun talking to yourself for a couple of hours. I’ve got a Hero to take of.”

Civilian furrowed their brow. “Wait, I thought you said you wanted—,”

The cell door slammed shut, cutting Civilian off before they could finish their sentence.

Damn.

#hero #villain #civilian #hero and villain #villain and hero #villain/hero #hero/villain #villain/civilian #civilian/villain #flirty civilian #my writing #writing snippet #ask #villain-enthusiast #let’s play a game of #does supervillain like civilian or not?

[yermes]

PAC 🧸

Hi! So heres my current dilemma. I got so many new stickers because I ordered art from a friend and they gave me some stickers and I got a free sticker from dutchies and now I don’t have my moms car window to stick these on and idk where to put them. Putting value in permanence when nothing is permanent not even us is silly yet I want to put it somewhere where I can be reminded of my beautiful friend or that coffee that almost made me shit myself. I often get nostalgia around this time of year where when I was young I associated my phase of life as something almost unchanged something stable and now idk whats going to happen tmrw or the day after. HOW ARE WE DEALING WITH LACK OF PERMANENCE IN OUR LIVES

Pick a meme

Pick a card

Cruelty 🔥

Nine of swords, Mars 2. Gemini, Yesod through air

A crueler aspect on this question is the existential dread which follows and this card seems to captivate the cruelness of thinking. While in the end there is nothing. You think and worry for the future and upcoming phases like its your damn day job but I am here to tell you this. You are more than a flesh suit with feelings. No one is truly gone till every last memory and every last piece of effort you put in to make the world better is gone. And if you leave before I, I will keep you alive. And fuck depending on what paradigm you believe in you could still fuck with your relatives when ya dead lmaooo. Do not dread on nothing being permanent embrace it and celebrate it.

Temperance (reversed) 🌊

Daughter of the reconciles, Samekh, support, marriage of fire and water and continuation of the lovers card, Capricorn ruled by Saturn, and Scorpio ruled by Mars

Reversed means we are getting the discombobulated side of the marriage between water and fire. There is disunion, conflict of interest, and a lot of hostility. Since this is kind of a deeper topic I can imagine your thoughts on this may be very half baked at this point which is what may be causing this. While you are now is very real. As you exist right now at this moment is very real. And as you existed when you were 6 still exists and is also very real it just may not exist in a physical state. The complexities of this question may be worrisome at the moment but its okay to have some discord in your life at times and you do not need to know everything right now. Just do not fight the process of learning.

Peace 🗽

Two of swords, Moon 1. Libra, Chokmah through air

Your undirected ideas of this topic is put to rest you now have a pretty good beginning and end to this conversation. A big part of this card is a compromise between the soul and mind. While the mind may be racing at a topic of which may be difficult to comprehend in your heart you have come to peace with it and can put your free stickers anywhere without any anxiety of weather or not you will see it again because life is all about the different phases and journeys not about the small physical keepsakes because nothing will stay forever anyways.

Six of pents (reversed) 💴

Lord of material success, Tiphareth, Moon in Taurus, 10°–20°, Angels Nemamiah and Yeyelal

A big part of this card in reverse is being “purse proud” and prodigal. Aka only being concerned about wealth with lack of concern for whats around physical wealth and spending money like theres no mother fucking tomorrow. Like us. Wealth isn’t permanent. You may be living in a very carefree and or careless state at the moment and wasting your resources but with all due respect homie while your physical existence may be impermanent you still need to think about tomorrow, your impact, and all the little nuances that go into existing. Your wealth isn’t permanent, your existence isn’t permanent so MAKE IT COUNT.

#suitlifeofgerm #askgerm #pick a card #daily card #pick a picture #magic #shadow work #pac #tarotoftheday #germ reads #divination #cartomancy #witch #I am still stressing over these stickers they are just to cute #oracle #witchblr #beginner witch

[kayleezra]

A Sunflower and Their Encyclopedia // (Ezra x GN!Reader)

Word Count: idk like 500-600

Summary: Modern AU? idk but we're on Earth so you decide. Ezra tells you he loves you.. in some less than normal ways...

A/N: FOR MY WIFE @writer-darling WHOSE BIRTHDAY IT IS TODAY (it's short and shitty because I just typed it up after work but I couldn't not post something!) BUT HAPPY BIRTHDAY I LOVE YOU MOSTEST

oh and this is like not at all accurate because sunflowers use circadian rhythm to face and follow the sun but… we’re going to pretend we don’t know that and believe the social media myth

“You’re my sunflower,” Ezra's smooth voice brings you back to reality. 

“What?” You ask, not sure you heard him right in your trance-like state.

“You are my sunflower,” he annunciates, “or Helianthus as it’s scientifically known” he adds as if that would clear everything for you. 

If the two of you had been talking about flowers, it would make some sense, but you were simply enjoying each other's presence in silence. 

“What?” you ask again, clearly confused. 

“Well when it’s overcast and sunflowers are looking for the sun, they often face each other. Claiming each other as their own personal sun, sharing each other’s energy. You’re my sunflower, you’re who I turn to in dark times to keep me going.”

“That is… incredibly sweet,” tears brim your eyes, “Then you’re my sunflower too. What brought that up?” 

A slow smile creeps its way onto his face, the corners of his mouth lifting with love and eyes warming. 

“I was simply enjoying the view, of you. And how captivated and intoxicated I am from the sheer joy you exude. How my infatuation and devotion to you knows no bounds. You’re my life source, my light and my love.”

A cheesy smile is plastered on your face, “And so the obvious conclusion was sunflowers?”

“Perhaps sunflowers didn’t properly convey all that.”

“No it did I was ju-” but before you can finish he interrupts by continuing his thoughts.

“You’re the Acacia Tree to my ant colony,” he finishes with a proud smile.

You stare at him dumbfounded.

“Acacia trees, commonly found in South Africa and Australia, grow hollow roots, structures that allow ants to use as shelter and even feed from. In return, the ants defend the tree from herbivores. The ants larvae also feed off Beltian bodies, which are small pouches of important proteins and nutrients and in return the ants protect new acacia seedlings from being eaten by other small critters.”

“So… I’m a tree,”

“An acacia tree, yes”

“And you… are a colony of ants,”

“Mhm”

“That share a relationship,”

“A symbiotic relationship, yes”

“That share a symbiotic relationship. But why am I the tree and you the ants?”

“Easy. Because you’re a life-giving thing that is much greater than I. A beautiful great standing of Mother Nature.”

Then it dawns on you. Where Ezra is getting all this random nature information. Weeks ago while thrifting he came across a tattered nature encyclopedia, his nose was stuck in the book before he even purchased it. He returned it to the shelf claiming he did not need it but something tells you he went back…

“Did you get that encyclopedia?”

“Is it that obvious?”

You laugh, “I take it you're enjoying it”

“Thoroughly”

“And how many more métaphores do you have for us?”

Ezra looks up and cocks his head like he’s actually mentally counting them, “at least another hundred.”

You laugh again at his absurdity born of love.

“Although I don’t think I could even run out of ways to tell you I love you, my dear. And if I did then I’d learn more languages. And if I ran out of those, I’d create our own language that never runs out of ways to express my love for you.”

And you know that this man in front of you means every damn word he's just said. You can't help but wonder how you got so lucky, while he wonders the same.

Taglist: @spideysimpossiblegirl @littlemisspascal @writer-darling  @avengetheunnatural @louderfortheback @currentobsessionrabbithole

#ezra x reader #ezra prospect #ezra x you #prospect 2018 #pedro pascal characters

[fvkedupgirl]

NINJAGO AU DUMP BC I SAID SO !!

NINJAGO BMC AU

jeremy: jay- doesn’t get the squip to end up w nya, but instead bc he’s sick of feeling like a loser and thinks it’s be good for both him and cole if he was “cooler” bc to him cole is the coolest guy he knows and he feels like he’s holding him back socially

michael: cole- end love interest, obv obv

christine: nya- kind of plays a similar role to chloe or brooke in the sense that jay only tries to date her bc the squip tells him it’ll make him seem cool, rather than genuine feelings; has a little gossip trio w/ morro and pixal

rich: kai- got a squip a year prior, pretty much same character/purpose as rich

jenna: morro- idk i just rlly love the idea of morro being the queen of gossip @ their school

jake: lloyd- bros the green ninja ofc he’s the most popular guy @ school in this au, but also not jock popular guy like jake, more like the popular guy who’s popular bc he’s attractive but ALSO he’s just the sweetest guy. ever. and rlly oblivious to the point where u want to hate him bc of the way the ppl who are nice to him/like him are but you can’t bc he’s so sweet

chloe: pixal- listen okay she’s just a gossip girl ik im pushing it w chloe and christine here but let me LIVE okay let me have my nya pixal + morro gossip trio

brooke: zane- zane is the innocent guy that is besties w the gossip trio bc he follows pixal like a puppy and she would protect him w her life

endgame ships: bruise, bg pixane + maybe samuraishipping

would also include focuses on the dynamics between: kai + lloyd, rgb siblings, nya pixal + morro, kai + jay, + probably more if i fleshed out the whole plot a little more

thinking abt unagami squip?? or maybe some version of superstar rockin’ jay???? probably the latter tbh

SKYBOUND AU(S) BUT MAKE EM ALL BRUISE !! (rhyme time bbg)

so like on the one hand we have the obvious: replace nya w cole. which. i want to do obv bc it’s perfect and i have been planning out the details of the scene where he dies in jays arms and they turn back time and then we finally get our bruise kiss since FOREVER so im not letting my baby go even if other ppl have already written the concept b4.

ON THE OTHER HAND we have, instead of doing the same plot just switching around the roles of some of the characters, REWRITING THE WHOLE PLOT BC HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUTTTTT OKAY everyones always like “nyas the bride” “coles the bride” but what if WHAT IF WHAT IFFFFF *JAYS* THE BRIDE???? HEAR ME OUT HERE ME OUT HEAR ME OUT OKAY IVE BEEN THINKING ABT THIS IT CAME TO ME IN THE SHOWER AND I WAS LIKE. THIS. I COULD WORK WITH THIS. BC I WAS THINKING ABT LIKE SOME YUMMY COLE-PERSPECTIVE BRUISE ANGST OF S6 W THE SONG “ITS OVER, ISNT IT” THE OTHER DAY AND I WAS LIKE “HM WHAT IF I WRITE A WHOLE FIC ABT THIS” BC I CANT JUST THINK OF ONE-SIDED BRUISE BC I HATE THE ONE SIDED SHIP TROPE *BUT* ONE SIDED BUT ITS ACTUALLY NOT THEY JUST THINK ITS ONE SIDED BC THEYRE IDIOTS IS A TROPE THAT HAS SUCH A CHOKEHOLD ON ME AND NOW HERE I AM!!!!

any ways uh if i did this im kinda thinking like. nadakhans all “i wanna marry nya” and jays like “dude wtf u can’t just. marry nya ill fite u /p coles my real bbg ofc” and nadakhan says “shit u rite. too much work. plus i got me a captive rite here like it don’t matter who i marry cuz once i got my powers i can bring back that shitty girlypop of mine n e ways. damn bluey ur so smart” and jays like “wha.” so our guy writes a fun explanation of the whole marriage thing to the rest of the squad and he’s like “YOO so im bouta get married but that would not be great for me or anyone else in the whole world so maybe we should do something abt that like just so y’all know” and coles like “bitch not my MANS” and we’ll see where it goes from there bc the timeline would be V different and things would have to get done faster meaning they’d get done differently and id have to actually rewatch the season to figure out the kinks but as i continue to write this the urge to make this a reality grows every more tempting i am foaming at the mouth rn

dumped all of this into my notes and decided to share to gauge ppls interests (pls excuse any rambling my notes are full of so much rambling it’s not even funny)

#ninjago #lego ninjago #jay ninjago #cole ninjago #bruiseshipping #bmc #au #ninjago au #skybound

[norel-ravenclaw]

Idk if your requests are still open but

Can you do a fanfic where instead of MC ending up with Lynt, MC accepts Roy’s feelings the second time he confesses to her and the aftermath?

Please and thank you 🙏

Drowning

Fandom: Court of Darkness (otome game)

Featured characters: Roy (& Lynt)

Genre: Angsty betrayal romance

Rating: 14+ suggestive

Word count: 1680

Description: MC initially fell for Lynt, but then realizes that Roy is the one who truly has their heart.

A/N: Some dark dastardly part of me has been craving a fic about Roy winning over MC from someone else. 😈 He’s always falling for them, and damn, MC could have so much less angst and struggle with him! He deserves his happy ending. So thanks for requesting anon!

WARNINGS: | cheating and betrayal | gender neutral reader | Roy definitely has yandere tendencies but I think its kinda hot lol | angst |

…It’s happening again. Here, in Lynt’s warm embrace, wishing to be somewhere else.

His chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm. I finally realize - I know that rhythm better than I know anything else about him.

But I shake away such thoughts. He’s my paramour. We could have such an amazing future. I’ve been reading up on Akedia while he sleeps. …I’ve learned so much.

Just as another sigh escapes my lips, a voice pulls me from my reverie. I look up in a start to see Roy standing in front of the lounge sofa, a bemused grin on his lips.

“There you are. I have called your name several times now. Whatever has captured your mind so?”

I shake my head and put on a smile. “Nothing, nothing. What can I do for you, Prince Roy?”

His brows waver in a displeased furrow for a brief moment. “Please, you do not need to use such formality with me.” Swallowing, he shifts his weight, looking uncharacteristically ill at ease. “Might I steal a moment of your time?”

I glance at Lynt’s sleeping face, easily judging how deep his slumber is. And so I nod. “Alright, he has a few more minutes.”

Roy smiles, chuckling quietly as I carefully extricate myself from his arms, replacing myself with a pillow. We watch him snuggle it contentedly, and step away.

Holding out his hand, Roy offers me a dashing smile. “Would you do me the honour of joining me here?” He nods towards the spiral staircase leading up to the royals’ private library.

“If you’d like.”

Taking his hand, we ascend to the upper floor, going to the far end so we risk waking Lynt less.

I look out the window of the small balcony in curiosity, but Roy doesn’t let go of my hand. Turning back to him, his expression is intense. He looks nearly pained.

“Roy?”

He draws a deep breath, taking my other hand as well. “I can bear it no longer. Please, please forgive me, but I cannot go another day without letting my feelings be known.”

My heart speeds up, and I freeze.

His gold eyes hold me captive as time slows around us. “From the moment I first laid eyes on you, all I have wanted to do is protect you. You have consumed my thoughts, night and day. I want to show you my world, give you the world.”

The pain in his eyes is as evident as his hope. “Please, consider me. Prince Lynt is a dear friend, but I can give you so much more than he can. I can make you so much happier.”

Before I’ve fully realized it, I’ve pulled my hands away from his. I can practically hear the sound of his heart shattering, unable to look away from his eyes in that split second that lasts far too long.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to-“

“No, no. There is nothing to apologize for. I am the one out of line to suggest such an unworthy thing to you.” I watch him place his mask back on, then take a step back. “I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me.”

With a stiff bow, he turns to leave. Too late, I reach a hand out to stop him.

“Roy! Wait!”

But he’s already gone.

Taking a shaky breath, I go to leave down the stairs as well. As I reach the bottom, I see Lynt sitting up, and both our eyes go to Roy as he briskly leaves the lounge.

The blond yawns and looks to me with a furrowed brow. “What happened with Roy?”

My heart beats uncomfortably as I shake my head. “Nothing. He was just… was stressed and wanted to talk.”

I hold his gaze. It’s not a lie, I tell myself. Not at all.

Finally Lynt nods. “Oh.” And just like that, he’s let it go. He holds out his arms with a smile, and I return to him.

Settling back into his arms, for the first time, I don’t blush when he nuzzles my hair.

…

A month passes.

I sit in Lynt’s quarters again. Rain sheets down outside. I turned the lights out an hour ago. Tino is in bed in the other room.

My lover is still asleep on the sofa in the corner.

With an exasperated, strangled sigh, the tears finally slip down.

Desperate to get out, to make it stop, I jump up and leave. My feet carry me without any thought, and suddenly, I’m in the cold.

The rain strikes my skin quickly washing away my tears. I walk out of the dorms in a hurry to get somewhere, anywhere but here. Enough coherent thought leads me towards the greenhouse.

But before I reach it, the rain picks up even more. No longer able to ignore it, I switch to the other path that leads to the bridge. I hug myself tightly, sobbing uncontrollably alone in the dark.

“What are you doing?!”

I spin around in shock.

“R-Roy?!”

He stands at the other side of the bridge, just as soaked as I am, his jacket and, seemingly, his princely demeanor left behind.

“I saw you leave the dorms. What were you thinking going out in this storm?” He marches up to me, grabbing me by the arms. I’ve never seen him look so distraught.

“I… it’s Lynt. Roy, what do I do?”

I burrow into his chest, sobs still shaking me. “Lynt was so kind and soft towards me when I fell into this world. I didn’t know what was happening, or who to trust. But he was uninterested in my power. All he wanted was to avoid conflict and… and hold me while he slept. It saved me.”

I weakly pound a fist against his shoulder. “And… I’m drowning again. I don’t know what to do.”

Roy holds me close and tight. “Forgive me for saying this, but I wonder… Perhaps you were just grateful to your saviour. Perhaps you liked him, but never truly loved him…?”

My breath and heart stop at once. “No… What have I done?”

Suddenly Roy puts his hands on my shoulders. “Listen to me. It’s not too late. Choose me.”

I look up at him in shock and horror. “But… how could I?”

A second later, his lips are on mine. His arms wrap around me, crushing me against him.

“R-Roy! Mhm!”

“Choose me. I will give you everything you want.” He kisses me again, his tongue pushing into my mouth forcefully. “I’ll give you everything you need. Be mine. I must have you. I can’t see you suffering any longer.”

He kisses me again, and I can’t help but kiss him back.

And we stay here, kissing like mad fools in the rain. His hands roam all over me, clinging and pulling me to him. I entwine my fingers in his hair.

The golden glow of his magic aura fills the misty space with an otherworldly glow, almost like dawn has already arrived.

After some time, we finally break for air. I gasp and sob into the empty night, Roy stroking my back and hair comfortingly.

“Come, we have to dry you off or you’ll catch cold.”

He takes my hand and we run back to the dorm building. Again, we get lucky as no one is around.

…Until we get upstairs.

I freeze as Lynt catches sight of us. His eyes widen at the drenched state of us.

“What happened?”

Roy steps in front of me, and I see Lynt draw a sharp breath. His brows furrow into a look I’ve never seen on him. Tino comes around the corner just then, seeing the three of us locked in a stare down.

“Oh my stars…”

Lynt’s hands are balled into fists. “Roy. What did you do to them?”

“You can’t give them what they need. I can. Relinquish them to me.”

You could hear the drops of water coming off our clothes in the moment that follows.

“No.” His emerald eyes settle on me. “Tell me it’s not true.”

I can’t think of anything to say. “…I’m sorry.”

He starts forward, and Tino scrambles to hold him back. “Young Master! Let them go! Don’t do anything you’ll regret! Oh Vane, if you still love them, let them go.”

He looks devastated as Roy pulls me towards his chambers.

I hold tightly to his arm as Lynt calls my name over and over.

But then it stops. We stand at his door, looking to each other. Lynt doesn’t make another sound, and we step inside.

After locking the door, Roy pulls me into his arms again. “I will take care of things, don’t worry. We’ll be fine. I promise.”

I grip his soaked shirt, my hands starting to tremble from the cold. “How could I do this to someone so sweet? He doesn’t deserve this…”

He lifts my chin a little forcefully, his eyes filled with love and determination. “And you do not deserve to be with someone who makes you feel trapped. I will not let you drown.”

Kissing me again, he seems startled as I tug him back further into his chambers.

Trembling now from head to toe, I meet his eye. “We need to warm up and dry off.”

Slowly, he nods. “Yes. …Forgive me, I am not sure if I can hold back.”

His words and the intensity gleaming in his eyes make me blush fiercely. My voice comes out quietly. “Well… I think it’d be alright if you touched me a little…”

Seeing my reservation, he gently pets my hair. “Never fear, I will not do anything you dislike. Perhaps… you are used to taking things slowly and quietly. I can start like that if it would set you at ease.”

The reality of our situation is settling in, and I shiver from more than just the cold. With my nod, Roy smiles and lifts me into his arms.

“Come now, my darling. I will never let you go uncared for or unsatisfied ever again.”

#norel writes #court of darkness voltage #roy invidia #court of darkness #makai nightmare #makai ouji #court of darkness lynt #court of darkness Roy #tino maes #lynt akedia

[lesbianwriter]

Is there any chance you could continue the hero and villain tease civilian story? I really liked that one- also, the link to the 7th (i think) part doesn’t lead to anything so idk if you could fix that please I really liked that story, thanks

Idk what the issue with the link was but I think it’s fixed now — thanks for pointing it out :)

All parts on my master list.

Hero and Villain Tease Civilian Part 10

Civilian sat in the room. Alone.

From the looks of the place, it didn’t seem like she’d be tortured—there was a noticeable lack of torture tools—but Hero had a way to turn anything into torture, so all Civilian had to do was wait. Wait for the tripwire to snap; wait for the trigger to be pulled; wait for her inevitable doom.

There was nothing to fight against anymore. There was no point in trying to squirm out of her ropes and escape. It was a futile battle, the tug of war between a predator and prey, and the odds were stacked against her from every angle.

Hero was stronger, braver, and she was able to revel in her darker, more sadistic qualities without shame. Villain had to ability to conceal her faults, covering the cracks in her facade with masterful deceit, and though Civilian didn’t know what her power was, Villain didn’t seem to need on—she was still dangerous in ways that Civilian couldn’t dream to be, with or without powers. Supervillain was Supervillain. Though her ability to manipulate glass didn’t seem strong on paper, actually experiencing her turning every inch of glass in the room into a pristine, pointed edge was terrifying.

Civilian wasn’t escaping.

All their was to do was wait.

A clock in the background ticked, distracting her from her thoughts ever once in awhile to wonder how long she’d been sitting and waiting.

By the third hour, the bedroom door opened, and Villain and Hero stood in the doorway.

Hero was on Villain’s shoulder like a devil, smiling with glee as she looked at Civilian, but Villain on the other hand was far from smiling. Her lips were set in a grimace and there were faint but still noticeable dark circles beginning to form under her eyes.

“Someones in trouble.” Hero mused, sitting down on the edge of the bed and watching with amusement.

“You’re next.” Villain muttered, side-eyeing Hero with a gaze that could slice straight through obsidian. That damning gaze turned to Civilian next. “And just what did you think you were doing? Running off when my mother is hunting you down! Already that’s pretty bad, but now of all times?! You’re not stupid, so why?!”

“I’m—I’m sorry.” Was all Civilian could think of. Her tongue turned to stone when she was faced with Villain’s Medusa-like gaze.

Villain pulled a switchblade from her pocket, the sharp silver tip shining in the light. “Civilian, I don’t think you’ve actually been listening to me,” she began cutting the ropes around her captive, “and I’m not going to sit here and explain it to you—I want you to tell me your perspective, because to me, it feels like you refuse to listen to me.”

Civilian looked up at Villain with wide eyes, shocked that the blade wasn’t tearing gashes down her skin.

“I’m waiting.”

“I had a life, I had things to go back to—and you took that from me! It’s not fair!” Civilian leaned away from Villain, her heart beating rapidly. “How am I supposed to believe anything you say when you’re you?”

Hero made a hissing sound, as if burned by a hot piece of metal. “Are you sure that’s the syntax you wanna use, Civilian?”

Civilian didn’t have much, but she had a home. She had a favorite show that she recorded to watch when she got home from work, and she had friends she occasionally met up with—not often enough for them to notice her disappearance, however…

Breathing shakily, she tried to press as far away as she could from Villain—she just needed to get away. Villain was suffocating her with her dangerous, smoky aura.

“The other option was death.” Villain took a deep breath. “I didn’t want you to die.”

“That didn’t stop you with the others!”

…

It was deathly silent—Civilian could’ve heard a pin drop from a mile away, from how completely and utterly silent it was in that room.

Even Hero didn’t have anything to say.

That was how she knew she truly messed up, because if Hero of all people wasn’t saying anything, then it was worse than bad.

Civilian didn’t even know where it had come from. She hadn’t planned on saying it, but then Villain was acting like she was a saint for not killing her, and something in her finally snapped. The floodgates burst open, and the words she’d been containing for so long had just…spilled out. She regretted it now that she stewed in the silent anticipation of what Villain would say, but also…what would it matter if she was killed?

She was doomed no matter what—she might as well get a few words in so that she wouldn’t die a complete doormat.

Something in Villain’s eyes hardened. “I have fought tooth and nail to keep you alive, do you want to die? Is that what you want?”

“I don’t want to, but you’re gonna do it eventually!” Civilian argued; her eyes burned with tears and she fought the urge to faint and pretend this was all a nightmare when she woke up.

She didn’t wanna die!

She didn’t want to die, she wanted to go home again and be alone and see her friends, but her death has been sealed the moment she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. The least she could do to die with a scrap of dignity was to go down kicking and screaming instead of compliantly, as if she were Villain’s lapdog.

“Why won’t you listen?! I don’t want to kill you—everything I’ve done since you found out has been for protecting you!” Villain’s eyes were wide. Desperate. Her entire body was shaking, and there was a terrifying feeling of raw power radiating from her.

Quickly, Hero stood up and wrapped her arms around Villain, putting a blockade between the criminal and the civilian. “Hey, hey. Calm down, darling—I promise it’s okay, but we don’t want an accident, right? Why don’t you go to sleep here?”

Villain was shaking harder. “No, I can’t! Mother will—“

“Shh.” Hero carded a hand in Villain’s hair. “Everything’s under control, okay? Your power, the situation. It’s perfectly fine.”

Hero led Villain out of the room, and all Civilian could do was stare after the two of them.

———

———

“What was that?” Civilian asked, when Hero brought her a plate of food.

“You chose a wise time to start piping up.” Hero remarked, raising a brow. She wasn’t smiling anymore. There was no single fleck of amusement in her expression. “Her power was about to burst out of control—we’d both be dead if it escalated.”

Her hands shaking, Civilian took the plate of food. The door hadn’t ever been locked, she hadn’t been tied back down, but she was too guilty, tired, and miserable to do much more than move to the bed and silently cry with her face smushed into the pillow.

The food smelled good, but she didn’t eat it. Her stomach growled but the idea of stomaching food made her nauseous.

“What’s her power?”

“She can explode a persons heart from inside their chest.”

“What?!”

“See why she doesn’t use it? It requires a lot of control—it’s partly why she’s such a perfectionist—and when she feels too much emotion, is too overwhelmed…you get the point.” Hero sat down on the bed by Civilian.

Civilian looked at Hero with wide eyes. Sure, she was terrified of Villain and her hidden claws, but this…she felt bad about having snapped at Villain, even if her kidnapper had it coming. “Is she…is she okay now?”

“She’s calming down. Look, I’m going to be dead serious with you—no teasing at all.” Hero looked at Civilian sternly, her eyes cold and flat. “This situation is unfair. I’ve had my fun teasing you because I think it’s funny, but Villain has done everything she can to make this as comfortable as possible for you. If anybody deserves to be snapped at, it’s me. Not her. Not that she’s innocent either, and you can hate her and me all you’d like, but I’m not going to let you hurt her. Are we clear? If you have anything you’d like to say, you take it up with me.”

So many words rushed up her throat, but fizzled out before she summoned enough courage to utter them aloud.

Ashamed, she looked down at the floor.

“I was overwhelmed. I didn’t mean to say those things…it’s just…I know I’m going to die—“

“Civilian, I’m not letting you die. I tease you, but I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Then why?”

Nothing about this made sense. Nothing. Everyday, Civilian was battered around, little more than a piece of driftwood in a storm, and Hero took great pleasure in clapping in like lightning, always ready to make the experience as fearful as possible…and now…now it didn’t make sense that Hero was suddenly flipping personalities.

Civilian couldn’t wrap her brain around it, and then she realized…maybe Villain was right. She wasn’t listening.

She’d been bracing for Villain’s claws to come out, for her to reveal that she’d masterminded this whole chain of events to trap Civilian under her power, but the more she considered it—other than the initial kidnapping and occasional light teasing, what had Villain done to even hint at harboring any evil intents?

It was like prodding at the tender flesh of a bruise when she thought about Villain. It hurt, but there was a strange sensation that made her keep poking and prodding at it when she knew she shouldn’t.

“You don’t even know how hard Villain has fought for you. She’s committed to you.”

“…you’re jealous?”

Hero spoke softly, in a way Civilian had never imagined her cruel tormentor could speak. “I don’t mind our relationship as it is now…I like the flexibility…but I would like to stay with her. If I could, I’d marry her, but I know she’s scared of commitment…so I haven’t asked.”

“I…but she’s kept you around. Hasn’t she argued with her mom for you?”

“Yes, but that was when we were feeding off of each others information…and hooking up a little…but it was before we became more than leeches to each other. She’s tried so hard to keep you close, even though you don’t have much to offer besides your entertaining dramatics. I love her, but if I suddenly didn’t have anything to offer her, would she want to keep me around too? Like she does for you?”

“I think she would.”

“If her bitchy mother had a say, I don’t think so.”

Then, before Civilian could open her mouth to speak, there was a loud crashing sound.

Speak of the devil—

#hero x villain #villain x civilian #hero x civilian #angst #sapphic #my writing #its been a hot minute since I wrote for this series #I was having bad writers block for this part for AGES

[gothghostiie]

Idk about you guys but I came into the Creepypasta scene during a very, very dark and turbulent time in my life. It was my only comfort within the psych ward and I frequently fantasized about Slenderman and the Proxies and everyone burning down the building and saving me and all the other patients. I related (and still relate) to most of them quite a lot. Jeff was just a kid who got bullied. Ben was a kid who drowned and couldn’t move on. Toby was a kid whose dad sucked ass. Masky and Hoodie were victims of circumstance and poor mental health. Clockwork was ostracized and abused. At some point most all of them were just… people. People with hopes and lives of their own until the world took that from them. And that resonated with me so damn hard.

it was such a comfort for me that I started to call myself a skeptic and wondered if some Creepypastas were real in any capacity (In a way I still believe some of them are- with so many stories, there has to be at least one that’s true). They made me realize that what happened to me and what was happening to me was wrong. It was wrong and cruel and I had every right to be angry about it, and through the violent retribution of my own OCs I acted out on my feelings. Honestly looking back it’s obvious I was venting really hard through them.

For one example, one of my main OCs was a girl named Killjoy who, through a botched surgery, had been disfigured and lost the ability to feel happiness. There was Mnemosyne, who was raised entirely in captivity and meant to be a glorified science experiment, so much so that she wasn’t even named. There was Lollipop, a homeless girl who was institutionalized against her parents’ wills and abused and groomed so thoroughly that the only way the one doctor who genuinely cared about her was able to get through to her was by ‘grooming’ her into healthy habits. And then there was Sentinel, my own Proxyverse OC whose parents had tried over and over for a boy but had been left with girls whom they murdered until they decided to raise one and sell her off. After she turned 15 they sold her into slavery and she remained the property of a mafia don until an attack on the household gave her the opportunity to kill him, escape, and find her way back to her parents whom she killed in retribution, only for the boy they’d finally had to find her and set the neighborhood on fire. Since I couldn’t kill my abusers, I lived through my characters, who could, and did.

Am I alone in this? Does anyone else feel this way?

oh darling

I want to say anything at all, but I'm genuinely speechless

I'm here for you

#gothghostiie #ask ghostiie

[vincess-princess]

as we were falling

formerly untitled

ch. 3

a/n: do you like the title? idk if this idea is going anywhere but i felt bad leaving it nameless

warnings: take a wild guess (violence, piss mention)

word count: 1777

“It’s full,” Tommy said, plopping down onto Nikki’s mattress. “Heaping, even.”

“Damn it.” Nikki squeezed his knees tighter, agony on his face. “When are they gonna empty it? I’m dying here, man.”

“They usually do it after breakfast.”

“Breakfast was hours ago. Any chance they’re gonna do it today?”

“Eh…”

“So no.”

“Yeah,” Tommy sighed. One bucket for twenty captives definitely wasn’t enough, even when emptied regularly, and when it wasn’t… things got stinky. Nikki, still chained to the wall (Tommy couldn’t look at the red stripe of irritated skin underneath the ring of the handcuff without shuddering), couldn’t even make trips there, so the bucket instead made trips to him – with Tommy’s help.

Now, though, he couldn’t risk lifting it without splashing the contents all across the floor. The room already smelled worse than an underground bar toilet, and Tommy thought nothing could beat that. The first assumption his new life proved wrong, he thought grimly.

“We’re already drowning in shit, and now they decide to make it literal,” Nikki grumbled. “God, I’d love to splash it on their faces. Shower them in shit. Unite them with their kind, so to say.”

For a second Tommy indulged himself on imagining the guards’ faces if it happened. Or, rather, their shrieking and yelling – they couldn’t see their faces behind the helmets, after all. It was no great loss – helped somewhat, even. It made it easier to believe that those were some aliens, evil minions, androids, whatever – not real, regular people like them and Nikki for whom what they were doing was a job just as much as cleaning tables in a café was for Tommy. They did it for a living, probably had families they came home to. Did they ever tell them stories from work? “So this one captive today threw up on the boots of my buddy Jackson and we electrocuted her for fifteen seconds for that”?

“Hey?” he heard Nikki’s voice. Then he snapped his fingers in front of Tommy’s face. “Ground control to major Tom. Can you hear me?”

Tommy slapped his hand away. “Don’t interrupt me. I am speaking that into existence.”

Nikki huffed. “Oh, I’m sorry, master wizard. Of course, keep on weaving your spells. I’ll be here, peeing my pants quietly.”

“Well, what else can I do?” Tommy threw his hands up. “I’m already running back and forth with this bucket for Your Majesty to shit in three times a day. You could show a little gratitude.”

“I’m very grateful,” Nikki said seriously, but the force with which he pressed his hand to his chest gave out a taunt. “It doesn’t help my problem, though.”

“I’m not giving you my cup.”

“I wasn’t even thinking of that, but now that you mentioned it…” Nikki began eyeing Tommy’s cup hungrily. Tommy moved it farther back so that Nikki couldn’t reach it.

“You have no soul.” Nikki crossed his arms on his chest, but didn’t really pull off the offended face, only prompting Tommy to laugh. “You cruel, cruel bastard. What am I to do? Piss on the floor? Or hold it in and explode from too much pee?”

“You know,” Tommy looked at the floor with renewed interest, “it’s already dirty… wouldn’t hurt much.”

Nikki threw his head back and laughed. “We really getting desperate here, aren’t we? By the way,” he suddenly changed the topic, “when’s dinner?”

“Not sure,” Tommy said, confused. “It’s hard to track time here, you know. But… I’d say, in about half an hour.”

“Great. It won’t dry off by then.” Nikki said, whipped out his dick and peed right into the passage between the two rows of mattresses. “They always pass through here,” he grinned, shoved his dick back into his pants and returned to his place. Tommy and a dozen other captives watched the urine lazily flowing along the passage.

Tommy turned to Nikki and was met with a beaming smile.

“You really have no limits, man,” he said.

“The sky is the limit,” Nikki declared pompously. “And also it was the only place I could reach. But, as they say, two birds with one stone! They’ll have to walk along the passage, there’s not enough space between mattresses for the trolley. And my bladder isn’t tearing apart. I say, we’ve got a good deal.”

Thousands of objections began running through Tommy’s head until they became background noise. Yes, it will get their asses kicked, but it’s not like it hadn’t happened before. Besides, he wanted to hear the guards’ screams when they realized what they were walking on. Maybe it will get them to empty the bucket in time, too.

“Yeah,” Tommy grinned back. “Maybe it will teach them a lesson.”

Over the next half an hour three captives tried to demand they wipe the piss down, but to no avail. Nikki smiled at them with his brand smile – all sharp teeth and a crazy gleam in his eyes – and Tommy offered them to do it themselves if they disliked it so much, which none of them rushed to do. The urine persisted until the guards arrived with a trolley full of nutrient paste.

As expected, they didn’t look down. As expected, they heard the splash when it was already too late.

“Who the hell spilled water here?” one of the guards looked around the room. Everybody averted their gazes. “One of us could slip on that! If that happens again we’ll remove the washbowl and ration your water too!”

“Guys,” another said, “is it just me or does it smell like piss in here?”

Tommy and Nikki exchanged looks. It was increasingly hard not to laugh.

“Of course it does. The bucket’s heaping.” And they all laughed, the sound muffled by their helmets but nonetheless disgusting.

They began throwing packages with the paste at the captives, not really bothering to aim, but even when a package hit someone’s head, no one dared to say a word. Seeing people so beaten into humiliation and obedience was revolting, but also Tommy knew what they would get were they to act up, and he understood them. After all, when it’s a choice between dignity and survival, every normal person would choose the latter.

Nikki, by these standards, was straight-up bonkers, because he never once lowered his gaze even when black helmets turned right towards him. His sheer recklessness infected Tommy, because every time the piss splashed under the guards’ boots he couldn’t hold back a smile.

Eventually it attracted attention.

“What’s so funny, you pipsqueak?” One of the guards poked him in the shoulder with a bat.

“Nothing,” Tommy said quickly, staring at the guard’s wet boot traces on the floor.

“Bullshit!” The bat poked him harder. “You find something here funny? Tell us, we want to laugh too.”

Other guards began turning around and looking themselves over suspiciously. Tommy waited with bated breath for them to discover they were standing in piss.

“You see,” he began, “sometimes things are not what they seem. Not all that’s liquid is gold, but sometimes… it is.”

“What the hell does that mean? What liquid?” The guard looked down and Tommy could almost see his face falling. “Is this- is this-“

“That’s fucking piss! I said it smells like piss! I said it!” another one screamed, trying to wipe the soles of his boots on the floor. Tommy could only hope Nikki’s piss was acidic enough to leave those boots smelly for at least a little while after. “He peed in the fucking aisle!”

“You bastard!” the guard growled, grabbing Tommy by the scruff of his robe and single-handedly pulling him onto his feet. “You son of a bitch!” He pushed Tommy in the middle of the room towards the other guards. Tommy could bet their faces were creased with anger, and a chill went down his spine.

“Look at ‘im! He did it on purpose!” The one who smelled the piss jumped forward and raised the bat over his head. Then it collided with Tommy’s shoulder, and he almost dropped onto his knees, his vision for a second going white.

“Hey! Hey! He didn’t do it!” he heard from behind his back. Dammit, Nikki. “I did it! Leave him alone! I did it!”

The second blow never got there. All the guards turned towards Nikki.

“You?” one of them said.

“Me.” Nikki grinned back. “You should’ve sent someone to empty the bucket.”

Tommy watched the guards unchain him, but only to drag him to the middle of the room, push him onto his knees and zap him with two shockers at once, one in the chest and one in the hip. About twelve seconds into this Nikki must have blacked out, because he stopped screaming. The guards dragged him back to his mattress and dropped his lifeless body there, the knees of his robe soaked with urine.

“You knew he pissed there,” a guard said then to Tommy. “You knew and didn’t tell us.”

He got zapped too – later he figured out that he got an easier deal with just one shocker, though at the moment it was hard to tell with electricity seemingly disintegrating his body tissues. He was dropped on the floor right where he stood.

“You all knew,” he heard a guard say to the captives through ringing in his ears. “You all knew and said nothing, you spineless sacks of shit. You ain’t getting any dinner today. Give that back!”

It took Tommy some time to come around, and when he crawled back to his mattress, Nikki had only just awakened, his eyes still foggy and unfocused, a thread of saliva hanging from his half-open mouth.

“Man, you look like shit,” Tommy croaked.

Nikki only made an unintelligible groan in response, but Tommy knew he said something along the lines of “you ain’t no better”. Which, fair.

He laid down on his mattress, trying to combat the nausea that always came with electric shock. When one wanted to puke his guts out so badly, getting deprived of dinner didn’t seem half as bad. The captives probably didn’t agree, but none of them dared to express their discontent verbally – for now, at least.

Soon Nikki tried to raise his head and sit up. The guards forgot to chain him back, so he could finally use both his arms. Well, at least something good came out of this whole mess.

“Man,” he heard Nikki’s hoarse voice, “that was hella fun.”

And, despite his body hurting all over and his pants soaked in piss, Tommy could hardly disagree with him. At least now the guards knew they could get back at them – in their own way.

#motley crue #nikki sixx #tommy lee #motley crue fanfiction #tw: piss #piss features heavily in this chapter. its for plot purposes i swear #it basically goes like this: #nikki does some shit #tommy plays along #both get their asses beaten #and nevertheless have a good time #as we were falling #the title is eh. maybe ill change it if i come up with something better #but it will do for now

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I’m back!!! lol

Sleep in Sunday with silver fox Ransom. Reader stayed the night over at his place with her baby (for whatever reason) Sunday morning comes around and the reader wakes up and looks at her phone confused at the time because her baby would have woken up already. When she goes to check she finds Ransom holding the baby in the kitchen maybe feeding her breakfast or watching cartoons so that reader could sleep in some.

Idk just my ovaries are on the verge of exploding at the thought of Ransom with a baby. 😂😂😂

For what was probably the first time in his life, Ransom Drysdale was concerned about someone other than himself.

He was worried about you.

He was undoubtedly one incident away from stealing you and your baby girl to whisk you away to some place that’s safer. He was honestly debating it the night you’d told him that there were break in’s, so anxious about you being home with your daughter when some jackass decided to break in.

Instead, Ransom had stayed the night. Instead of stealing you away like you wanted, Ransom had stayed the night to keep you and your baby safe while easing his mind.

The three of you had dinner together after Ransom paid to order in, something that was okay for your baby, and after you had all eaten you’d put on some cartoon musical that she enjoyed.

Ransom couldn’t have even begun to retell the plot of the movie because he was too focused on watching you. He was too focused on studying you as the movie had played out because you were simply captivating.

You were breathtaking and beautiful. You were so damn kind, a real sweetheart that the world didn’t deserve.

Ransom didn’t deserve you yet he couldn’t let you go.

He fell asleep that night pondering what his life could have been like if he had found you first.

And he woke in the morning to soft whispers from your baby, soft giggles that stirred him from sleep. Ransom had slowly stood from the couch he was sleeping on and half-stumbling toward your daughters room, intent on letting you sleep in.

When he had slowly pushed the door open, Ransom saw your daughter standing in her toddler bed, her hands gripping the rails as she scolded one of her toys sitting on the shelf.

“Your mother is sleeping.” He stated plainly, unsure of his decision now, a curse following his quip when he stubbed his toe.. “Shiiiit.”

“Shh.” Your daughter repeat and giggled, jumping down from her bed and diving toward him. “Shit.”

“Fuck.”

“Fuck-“

“No.” Ransom picked you daughter up and set her on his hip in the same way you had. “Your mother would kill me if she heard you repeating what I said.”

“Shit.” Your daughter squealed when Ransom made a face and rolled his eyes.

“You listen well.” Ransom started to walk out with your daughter moving silently toward the living room, gently setting her down on the couch. “You want cartoons or something?”

“Paw patrol! Marshall & Skye-“

“Paw patrol,” Ransom grabbed the remote from the table and started pressing the buttons he remembered, slowly but surely finding your daughters show, and after it started playing he joined her on the couch, “no adults in this show?”

“Marshall is the best!” Your daughter sidled up to him, resting her head on his shoulder. “You like Skye?”

“Sure,” Ransom agreed without knowing what he was talking about, “I like Skye.”

“Skye’s pretty. Ransom is pretty.” She beamed up at him, emailing and batting her eyes at him.

Ransom blinked languidly, his smile slowly growing.

“I am pretty, aren’t I?”

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Right, got some character bingos off discord so here

Hawks:

BINGO! I love him so damn much. What more could you want? He's hot, has trauma, and could kill you! Also I am scared of him dying on a weekly basis at this point, so that's fun! That being said I do prefer fanon where they make him way more of a shit disturber and slut.

Bakugou:

Just- fucking himb! He's such a well written character, I will actually fight people over this. He's so smart, and talented, and funny, and he needs to maybe kiss Deku a lil bit idk. He's actually the most popular character for a reason.

Dabi:

This one is odd bc I really didn't get the hype for Dabi for a long time. Still don't like him that much as a character, but I ADORE what he does for the story. The entire story with the Todoroki's is so gripping to me and Dabi is most of the reason why. Plus the more I reread the more of a bitch (affectionate) he is.

Aizawa:

I love him, I do, just not as much as my favs. He's definitely a character that doesn't give the best first impression as an obstacle for the main character but his narcoleptic tendencies are so relatable and later on his mannerisms become..way too tragic and sad the longer you think about Shirakumo. I will stomp Aizawa slander posts to death with my hooves. He has unorthodox methods at times but he is a good teacher and a great hero.

Shoto:

Double bingo!! His blank doe eyes have captivated me. Shoto is just such an interesting character as an example of high book smarts and very low social smarts. I love that he can be kinda top of the class but not know how to cut chives. I love that he doesn't pick up on innuendo and is very superstitious but is still one of the more capable students in the class. He's a grade A dork in a popular pretty boy body and that's all I could hope for <3

#character bingo #mha #bnha #my hero academia #keigo takami #hawks #katsuki bakugou #great explosion murder god dynamight #dabi #touya todoroki #shouta aizawa #eraser head #shoto todoroki #shoto