#ignore errors pls

[selarina]

AU where Gojo Satoru and you have been co-parenting Megumi and Tsumiki for 2 years now.

Warnings: fluff, reader wears a dress, questionable parenting, protective Megumi Fushiguro, pre-canon

It's a normal evening, Satoru is up, he walks into the living room and his gaze is drawn to the little brat whose gaze is fixed on the television screen — face blank. He knew getting cable was a wrong idea, but he relented once you insisted.

It's a normal evening but suddenly you walk in with your fingers rummaging through your purse's depths, donning a deep blue dress, a stark contrast to your usual muted clothing choices.

Satoru remained uncharacteristically silent, not knowing which question he could start with.

"Why are you dressed up?" A voice pierced the air, and he supposes the little brat who's walking up to you, posed a better question than anything that would have come out of his own mouth.

"I... " You faltered momentarily in your purse-rifling, and a few seconds pass before your attention finally shifts to the boy when you finally seemed to locate your phone.

"I have a date," your lips revealed, a smile tugging at the corners, like you were half-shy about it, half-eager too but Satoru would rather not delve into that.

"He should be here soon. How do I look?" You direct your question into the room when no one says anything.

Gojo has a barrage of jokes and insults dancing at the tip of his tongue, something that he knows you will think about on your ride to the restaurant or whoever this date of yours will be taking you, but alas, he is a simple man sometimes. "You look good," he responds.

Your gaze veered from the little one, traversing to lock onto Satoru. Your head tilted slightly, a bit amused, but mostly confused as though you didn't hear him clearly.

Satoru swallows, "Like a smurf," he adds.

At that, your eyes narrow as you stare at him as you most often do - studying him like he's a bizarre scrunkly-looking creature you'd relish dissecting.

He dons a cocksure smile after that, striding animatedly towards the couch as he casually chimed, "Good luck on your date."

You turn your attention to the little boy who will at least be earnest in his thoughts, "What do you think, Megumi?"

His response is swift. "You look pretty," he says, plainly, like it's a matter of fact.

A genuine smile stretches across your lips, and you have to suppress the impulse to pinch his cheeks – a gesture you've come to learn he's not particularly fond of. Instead, you strode forward as your fingers grazed against his raven locks in a silent acknowledgment of his words.

The doorbell tolled, its chime resonating and cutting through the moment as you found your footsteps receding from the living room and towards the door.

In your absence, Satoru could hear the shuffling and the muted exchanges, before they became clearer as the two of you seemed to walk into the living room.

"I'll just get my scarf. You can wait in the living room," you say as he watches you rush to your room.

Satoru's head inclined subtly, affording him a glimpse of the man who just walked in. His gaze remains on the man for a second before they shift back to the screen ahead of him.

A woman gets shot, and another man gets stabbed seemingly to death. Wow, that was 7 proper stabs. What has Megumi, the 9-year-old, been watching?

Megumi remained where he stood since you left to greet your date, he has been silently appraising the man ever since he walked into the living room.

"Hi," the man greets him, a smile that seemed to stretch up to the bottom of his eyes.

"What are your intentions?" Megumi's inquiry came out like a dagger.

"Uhm, I... " The man faltered, and Megumi decided that the hesitation got him some negative points.

"Well, um, good intentions. I promise," the man attempts under the little boy's growing hardening gaze.

But the moment washes over the man quickly when he watches you walk out of your room, pulling a cream-colored scarf snug from around your shoulders.

An apologetic smile graced your lips, "Sorry about that."

"No," the man clears his throat, his eyes still not leaving Megumi's gaze. Honestly, he was too scared to. "No worries," he managed.

You take in the scene, before you try carefully, "Okay, we'll get going."

Swift as a shadow, Megumi is quickly at your side, his small hand reaching up to tug at the fabric of your dress.

This was something he did quite often, upon your own request. Something about how some words are meant only for each other, and when that's the case you promised to lean down and hear him out.

Honestly, Megumi figures it has something to do with that one time he said something maybe a bit rude to a lady that was looking at you dirty for some reason. He could still feel the weight of the other people's stares as you had to talk down the lady – malevolent arrows flung from a stranger's bow, aimed squarely at you.

He couldn't understand it entirely but he didn't like how you looked after that incident and he has been following this ritual ever since. Tugging at your pants, and your skirts alike.

You seated yourself, careful so you don't flash your date too early into the night.

You meet his eyes, as he speaks, "Don't go."

The query hung in the air. And surprise danced upon the strings of your expression. That's odd, you can't help but think. Megumi's always been independent, letting you live your separate life as your own, but this is certainly new.

"I don't like him," he adds his confession.

"I could like him," is all you could say.

"You could?" He turns, doing one over on the guy who at this point is on his phone scrolling through something. Could be a settings app for all you know, but you appreciate the privacy he created.

"Maybe, I just want to know him."

"What if he attacks you or something?"

"Do you not think I'm strong?"

"You're the strongest person I know," his response comes out immediately to affirm you.

You stare at him, a bit surprised but a smile graces your lips. You'll take it.

"After him," he nudges his arm, gesturing to the man sitting on the couch, and you frown. You'll take it regardless.

"Alright, then do you not think I'll be fine?"

Megumi's frown deepens. "Fine," he concedes

"Okay, I'll bring you some dessert." You gently ruffle his hair, before you stand up.

You're long gone, saying your goodbyes one last time to Satoru’s rummaging through the kitchen cupboards, as Megumi watches the TV play.

Satoru plops himself next to Megumi, making him bounce on the couch just a little before he nudges him as he holds out a packet of cookies.

“You’re not supposed to give me that,” Megumi answers, choosing to side-eye the packet, his eyes keenly trying to focus on the scene in front of him.

“Says who?” He barely hears Satoru’s munched-up words.

Megumi doesn’t answer, still staring at the TV. He does want a cookie, if he’s being honest and he figures if someone’s getting in trouble with you later — it’s going to be the man next to him.

So, he reaches out, stretching out his hand to grab a cookie. He takes a small bite, chewing as he turns his head. He sees the man next to him plop two cookies into his mouth with ease. It annoys him how two whole cookies go into his mouth — all in one go, while the span of one cookie is just so larger than his whole hand.

Megumi swallows before he speaks up, "I spoke to him.” Satoru merely hums in response so he continues, “I scared the shit out of him. He’ll be good."

Megumi reaches over, taking another cookie.

Honestly, Satoru wasn't overly concerned, knowing more than anyone that you could handle such situations on your own. While he could only wish that you didn't have to deal with inconveniences, he had confidence in your safety.

But as Megumi's words start to linger and stain in his head, similar to the blood splatters on the TV, he simply took another sip from his cup before an inevitable smile etches itself onto his face.

#i know this isn't the most original idea but i really wanted to write this #wrote this in 15 minutes so pls ignore the errors i'll get around to editing it promise #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x y/n #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x gender neutral reader #jjk fluff #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jjk x gender neutral reader #jjk x reader fluff #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader angst #jjk angst #jujutsu kaisen angst #gojo satoru angst

[barbiiecams]

arguments with toxic!rafe when you’re just as toxic as him.. he’s humbling you rq 😭.

all day he was experiencing the silent treatment. as much as it was your fault, you were still pissed. he failed to pick you up from a party last night and completely left you stranded until you ultimately decided to just get an uber. when you were blowing up his phone, he ignored you each and every time. shit, he probably even blocked you at one point.

now, he’s sitting here all in your face telling you how childish and self centered you are. as if that’s not one of the reasons he’s so obsessed with you.

“rafe get out of my face.” you warned, pushing his head with your hand.

“no. you always wanna start this shit for no reason then act innocent.” he responded as he followed you up to the bedroom.

ignoring his words again, you attempted to make it into the room by yourself and lock him out. but to your inconvenience, he was right up your ass.

you didn’t even have the chance to reach for the door behind you because he pushed you inside the room, walked in, then locked both of you inside.

“who the fuck you think you are pushing me?” you turned around real quick to push him right back.

it’s no use, you could try it all you wanted but he was too sturdy and too big to even nudge a little.

he lets out some air from his nose, and brushes his hand over his face. “we’re gonna talk this out. you understand?”

he points a finger in your face while he talks. usually this would piss you off, but right now you could see he was desperately trying with you.

“fine.” you agreed then went to sit on the bed. he sat down next to you and wasted no time talking.

“the attitude changes and accusations have to stop. you know why i didn’t come to pick you up last night.” he starts.

“actually i don’t-”

“im not done speaking.” he cuts you off. you gave him a look that said ‘boy watch yourself’ but he very much ignored it and continued.

“you know how much i love you? how much i worry about your safety? i didn’t even want you to go last night. matter of fact i told you not to.”

it seemed like you heard the same stuff each argument, but he knew none of it ever stuck. he was determined to get you to listen tonight.

“what did i say before you left?”

“to be ready by 10.” you said in a quiet, almost embarrassed voice because you knew you were the one wrong this time. would you admit that? hell no.

“exactly. but you wanted to have your little outbursts and argue with me and tell me i was being too controlling. and obviously you need that structure. right?”

you nod but you still weren’t about to give up that easily.

“okay but-”

“but nothing. i told you i’d be doing business with barry after the fact.”

“any other boyfriend would’ve stopped and came!” you tried with him.

all he did was scoff, “so that i don’t have any money, and then you would cry everyday since you don’t have the newest bag in stores? real funny. i’ll save myself the headache.”

you couldn’t argue with him because he was most definitely right. being you, it was still gonna take you another hour or so to apologize. or, he could force it out.

“whatever.” you said while getting up to go start your nightly routine. you didn’t make it very far because rafe was quick to grab your arm.

“not so fast. what do you say?” you stood there for a second just looking at him.

“hello? i know you’re not mute all of a sudden.” he smirks at you being straight hardheaded. it would piss another man off, but he found it amusing with you. and he wouldn’t trade it either.

“i’m not apologizing.” you finally said. you were hoping for the right response to this, and he didn’t disappoint.

“no? well i guess that means you’re gonna have to get it fucked out of you.” he shrugs, then quickly lifting you up and onto the bed. before you knew it, your panties were off and he was already starting with the hickeys on your neck.

smiling at how fast things were going, you still wondered when he would realize why you loved to pick arguments so much.

#i highkey hate this #i just wanted to try ! 😖 #this probably has spelling errors so ignore pls! #barbiiecams #drew starkey #outer banks #rafe cameron #drew starkey blurb #drew starkey drabble #drew starkey fic #drew starkey fluff #rafe cameron blurb #drew starkey headcannon #drew starkey angst #rafe cameron drabble #rafe cameron headcanons #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron angst

[constant-downer]

WE GOTTA GET THINGS READY FOR THE BIG DAY BIG DAY WE GOTTA GET THINGS READY FOR THE SPESHUL DAY 🕺🕺🕺🕺🕺🕺

#🦄 #dhmis #fluffybird #i had this idea for like a million years and i started working on it recently #little did i know THIS WOULD HAPPEN TODAY #my free time is limited & i needed this to be out TODAY (tonight 😭) #otherwise i’d have coloured all the panels LOL but this’ll do #also i’m only just noticing the error in frame 6 pls ignore 😢 #ANYWAY WHAT 😳 NEXT WEEK 🫣⁉️ #I’M DOING BACKFLIPS I’M SCREAMING I’M CRYING I’M GENERALLY RUNNING AROUND

[ghostisun]

wrote so much about this in my other blog and i dont know why i never decided to write one for this fandom when it just makes so much sense-

shotgunning but it's with dew's element.

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thinking about dewdrop running to mountain for a trick, his tail whipping behind him in his excitement. mountain loves nothing more than indulging him so of course he picks up the shorter ghoul—"satanas, mounty, you can't just go 'round flexin' y'r strength like that!"—and plopping him to his lap.

"what's up, petal?" mountain asks, eyes already crinkled in his delight.

he feels the tiny vibrations of dew's giddiness from where the other is curled on top of him, and he watches, with thick fondness, as dew's ears twitch, following the beat of his flicking tail.

it is adorable, heart-stoppingly so.

dewdrop bites his bottom lip, his cheeks turning pudgy as he grins. mountain expected the teasing, the way dew would surely dance around the subject until mountain's all worked-up, begging, but then he feels it—

a change in the greenhouse; warmth rumbling from dewdrop's chest. his horns begin to glow, ivory embers filling up with heat, and the cracks sparking with sputtering fire.

mountain frowns, confused.

"what..." he asks, voice petering into a murmur when dew's lips part, his jaw falling open, before smoke trickles out, filling mountain's senses with the familiar scent of his beloved.

mountain realizes, then, what dewdrop's asking.

his lips wobble, his palm coming up to cup dew's cheek. he swipes at the tender skin just underneath dew's jewelled eyes.

"oh, dew," he murmurs, voice thick with all of his affections. "you are so beautiful, love."

then, he pitches forward, crowding into the other ghoul's space. his lips ghost just above the warm touch of dew's, and accepts the offering laid before him.

burning smoke spills into his mouth, caressing his tongue and weaving between the spaces of his teeth, before it slithers down his throat. he engulfs it whole, his chest expanding at every slow inhales.

it is all so teasing, so sensual.

dew's element, his essence, and here mountain is, gulping it all down.

well now, he thinks, lips twitching at dewdrop's quiet mewls. guess i have to reward my sweet boy.

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#the band ghost #dewdrop ghoul #mountain ghoul #mountaindew ghost #mountain x dewdrop #sun chimes #q #i wrote this with my heart in my throat so if there are errors pls ignore TvT

[teamplasmaofficial]

***RP STARTER***

There was a loud crashing noise heard from near the entrance followed by large, heavy footsteps. These were supposedly made by someone running throughout the castle. As the seconds went by, the grew louder and louder, approaching Ghetsis at a decently high speed.

Suddenly they stopped. There was a brief moment of silence. What the fuck? The silence was then quickly broken by a ear-piecing banging noise and the sound of a door being slammed up against something. The wall or the floor, presumably. A voice was then heard, yelling. A... familiar voice.

"HEYA, GHETSIS!" Archie shouted, lowering his foot back down onto the ground. This fucking pirate for real just busted down this guy's door. With his foot. Just fucking kicked it in. Okay, Archibald. Alright.

Before the footsteps, Ghetsis had been sitting in his office, the shadow triad standing attentively before him, receiving their usual daily debrief.

At first, he presumed it to be another worthless grunt with a promise of an ‘incredibly rare pokémon’ (most likely another absol). Though, the footsteps seemed much to heavy for any grunt he could think of, plus, they’d been firmly told not to run in any part of the castle.

As the thundering grew closer he narrowed his eyes, gesturing for each shadow to take a defensive position somewhere in the room. Perhaps an escaped pokémon? A planned attack from the pokémon league?

With each thud on the door he grips his cane tighter, a practiced deadpan on his face despite the racing of his heart.

Oh my Arceus..

“Archibald?!” he quickly takes to his feet, slamming his cane into the floor. “Did I not prohibit you from entering these grounds?” he scowls, the beautifully ornate door still on its hinges, thank arc. He sighs, gesturing for the triad to fall at ease. Regardless, they take their places surrounding the intruder.

He pinches the bridge of his nose, not even bothering to ask how the man passed his grunts, “what is the purpose of this visit?”

@team-aqua-official ))

#plasma leader ghetsis #pkmn irl #pokeblogging #rotomblr #pkmn rp #pokeblog #team plasma #asks #pokeblog rp #roleplay thread #team aqua official #// sorry i’m SO bad with tenses ignore grammar errors pls 😭

[midzilla]

talk to me (I'll listen)

#final fantasy xiv #g'raha tia #warrior of light #comic #long post #IT IS DONE pls ignore all the errors #like I didn't know how to draw anyone before I started this and I barely still know how to draw my WoL #idk how I feel about this being honest but its done #I swear I am perfectly normal about G'raha Tia

[goat-van]

I like to think that Wukong and Macaque used to play pranks on each other all the time in their youth (Wukong moreso then Mac but yk u get the idea) 

They had this unspoken competition where they tried to scare each other and if u managed to get the other to scream you ‘won’. Wukong struggled a lot with getting Macaque to scream as he is and has always been a very levelheaded person that decidedly is not easy to scare. 

Eventually though he managed it and surprise surprise Mac’s scream was not what he was expecting ;)

(I’ll shut up now and let you look at the drawings)

(lil’ mini comic thing !)

#LMK #lmk sun wukong #lmk macaque #lmk shadowpeach #shadowpeach #shadowpeaches #pls ignore the anatomy errors in the second picture I got lazy #also forgot wukongs hat for the comic oops #lmk fanart

[anonymouscatloaf]

manifesting saxteen reunion in the giggle [dons clown makeup] with my "this is gallifrey" piano cover I found in my old files while clearing them out

(i dont remember where i got the sheet music from anymore because it was a decade ago)

#doctor who #thoschei #(sure) #pls ignore any errors lol #cat talks #dw

[sprinkanao]

I can't help myself not drawing this powerful couple; BK 🗡️ x Mew 1 5 🍓

#tokyo mew mew #tokyo mew mew new #ichigo momomiya #masaya aoyama #ichisaya #mew ichigo #magical girl #tmm fanart #pls ignore the anatomy error

[bethesdas]

falin icons for you 🫶🏻

#🍬 #falin #dungeon meshi #my icons #oop the second one has a lil error (black dot) but i lost the psd so pls ignore that 💀

[eldritch-thrumming]

you should think about the consequence of your magnetic field being a little too strong.

if you’ve got a girlfriend, i’m jealous of her, but if you’re single, that’s honestly worse ‘cause you’re so gorgeous it actually hurts (honey, it hurts). ocean blue eyes looking in mine, i feel like i might sink and drown and die. you’re so gorgeous, i can’t say anything to your face, ‘cause look at your face. and i’m so furious at you for making me feel this way.

Steve’s been spending the summer at his parents house in Beverly Hills. His parents want him to think about his future, to consider college or some career, to get out of the house at the very least, but he’s only nineteen. How is he supposed to know what he wants to do for the rest of his life?

He thinks maybe he’ll ask his dad for a small part in his next movie. Maybe Steve can become an actor, walking red carpets and going to all the best parties. Steve could ask to be in the one he’s filming now, but Steve’s got a busy schedule full of parties and clubbing with his friends who are home for the summer. Plus he doesn’t want to miss out on watching the landscaper who comes every Thursday to weed his mother’s garden, mow the lawn, and clean out the pool.

The landscaper is… hot. Steve has no idea where his mother found Munson&Son, but he thanks whatever gods exist for their favor every week. Every time he hears the big landscaping truck pull up the driveway, Steve rushes to the front window of his bedroom to hide behind his curtains and watch the beautiful long-haired, tattooed guy unload the ride-on lawnmower from the trailer.

He’s not much older than Steve, maybe twenty or twenty-one. He always starts with his hair down, curly, hanging around his shoulders, like he thinks something about this time will be different and he won’t have to tie it up. Whatever the reason, Steve is thankful because there’s just something about watching him flip his hair up on top of his head, twisting his wrists around each other to tie it in a messy bun, that really gets to him.

Steve stands there watching like this is his favorite television show. He brings his glass of iced tea with him and absentmindedly sips it through a straw with his attention glued on his mother’s rose garden. The guy wears these grubby gloves, thick and brown, and he has to wipe his brow with the back of his wrist. Steve thinks it looks like really hard work, knows the landscaper’s arms are lightly muscled, his torso wiry and toned. Steve imagines what the guy’s chest might feel like under Steve’s own fingertips, feels the sweat break out on the back of his own neck as the guy bags up the weeds and throws them in the back of the truck.

Steve holds his breath, waits for it. This is when it happens, when the landscaper climbs on to the ride-on lawnmower and peels off his sweat-soaked shirt. Steve licks his lips as he watches, traces the lines of the guy’s chest tattoos with his eyes—can’t help but imagine what they might taste like—watches as he wipes at the sweat on his chest with his shirt before throwing it in the back of the truck along with the bags of weeds from the garden.

Steve has to take a sip of his iced tea again and considers taking off his own shirt. He pulls at his collar as he remembers that he actually has to breathe to, like, live or whatever. He loves watching the landscaper drive around their lawn on the lawnmower, can’t look away from the way the muscles in his arms tighten and release as he steers. Steve thinks many, many, many thoughts as he watches and drains his glass, ice clinking at the bottom.

The guy is done with the lawn and Steve knows he’ll head to the back of the house to work on the pool. This is when Steve takes a break, fills his glass with more iced tea, and gets his heartbeat under control on his way to his parents room, which overlooks the pool.

This is Steve’s favorite part, because the landscaper has to peel off his cargo pants to reveal his very short swim trunks—Steve has memorized the guy’s thigh tattoos—so he can get into the middle of their admittedly quite large pool. It’s Steve’s favorite part of their Beverly Hills house; he’d been on the swim team at his boarding school and he loves floating in the middle of the clear water on nights when the moon is full and he can see all the stars over their house. They’re far enough from the city and their neighborhood has enough regulations against light pollution that the summer skies are relatively clear.

Watching the landscaper wade into Steve’s favorite place in the world makes him really start thinking Thoughts. He imagines how weightless they both would feel, skinny dipping under the full moon. Sometimes, his thoughts aren’t even all that horny; Steve is just a lonely, privileged kid, really. He imagines what it would be like to make the landscaper laugh, to splash him and dunk him in the water before pulling him close and crashing their lips together. And then his thoughts turn decidedly more horny. He’s nineteen, after all.

After a while, the landscaper finishes and starts pulling his vacuum out of the pool, winding up the long hose before pulling his cargo pants back on. It’s so hot, his clothes will dry almost instantly.

As the guy turns, chest still bare and hair still tied up, Steve sees the moment he notices movement in the window. Steve briefly considers ducking down, face flaming hot, but he’s already been caught and he thinks it would be even more incriminating to act like he’s been caught. The guy waves up at him, makes a gesture like he wants Steve to open the window.

Steve licks his lips and does it, holding his breath, nervous.

“Enjoy the show?” The guy yells up at him, grinning wide.

Steve laughs nervously, hand sweating around his glass. He decides the lean into it; he’s already been caught staring after all.

“Sure did,” he yells back down, giving the guy a very obvious once over. The guy’s smile widens.

“I’m Eddie,” he says, scratching at his chest. “My band’s playing a show tonight. You should come.”

Steve’s mouth goes dry. How was his creepy staring actually working out for him?

“Oh, yeah?” He tries his hardest to sound flirty and ignored the pounding of his heart. “Where?”

Eddie tells him the name of the club, some place on the side of town Steve normally wouldn’t be caught dead in. Then he asks, “what’s your name, sweetheart?” Steve smiles and tells him before Eddie continues. “I’ll put you on the list. See you tonight, Stevie.”

Steve shakes his head, still grinning, before shutting the window. And who would blame his if he lingered at the window just a little longer to watch Eddie lift his vacuum and haul it around to the front of the house?

He hears the truck start up as he walks through the doorway to his own bedroom, making his way over to his walk-in closet and thumbing at his phone, clicking on Robin’s speed-dial. He’s got another show to get ready for.

I made this post and then decided to take matters into my own hands :’)

#as always this was written on my phone so pls ignore and/or forgive any grammatical errors #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie fic #steddie fanfic #steddie fanfiction #steddie ficlet #steddie blurb #taylor inspired steddie

[w0niecult]

thinking abt dave making you squirt for the first time ^-^

UGH! he’ll be so cocky about it!!!!!!

✩‧₊˚ “D-davey, I feel funny!”

his long fingers pressed deep into your gummy walls, stroking that sweet spot

✩‧₊˚ “C’mon bun, gimme what I want”

✩‧₊˚ “A-ah! It’s too m-Uch!”

your breasts bounce with each harsh thrust of his fingers, his free hand rubbing messy circles on your swollen clit, your eyes rolling back into your skull while you hold onto his wrist as you cry out

✩‧₊˚ “D-dave! I’m gonna cUM! I’m gonna ah!-

✩‧₊˚ “You’re so good for me, bunny, so so sooo good. let go baby, let go"

your cunt clenches around his fingers as you squirt all over his hand, slick’s dripping down the curve of your ass and soaking his jeans

✩‧₊˚ “fuuuuck, I’m making you do that again”

Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh AAAAAA DAVE PLS ILL DO ANYTHING U WANT

#bubbledtee #dave mustaine smut #dave mustaine x reader #dave mustaine #megadeth #he’s so hawt bye #I luv himmmm #BUB HES SO H O T #IM A TERRIBLE SMUT WRITER #PLS #IM SO SORRY😭😭 #also ignore any errors p l e a s e #bambi’s cottage <3

[lycaeons]

i’m obsessed with these two and idk why.

#machashaw #?? is what i saw that one fic call them #javy coyote machado #bradley rooster bradshaw #top gun #top gun fanart #lycas works #third one was inking practice ignore the errors pls

[babyluc]

Random Diluc agere hcs!

He regresses rather young (Anywhere from 1-4 years old), but initially is determined to be secretive about it and thus doesn't ask anyone for help. This resulted in quite a bit of stress, until one tearful night he decided to confide in Adelinde, who accepted him wholeheartedly.

He gradually let more people know after Adelinde promised to "deal with" anyone who would dare react poorly.

He doesn't buy much agere gear, but he has a small yet growing collection of stuffies. He keeps them in a box in his closet, but when he regresses he spreads them all across his bed!

As an adult he basically never cries, but when he regresses he cries super easily. Dropped sippy cup? Crying. Broken crayon? Crying. Raining outside when he wanted to go play? Crying.

One time Diluc began to slip at the end of a tavern shift, and as he was trying to get the last people to leave, Kaeya made a playful jab at him. When Diluc began to cry instead of saying something mean back, Kaeya was terrified.

He also smiles much more, and much bigger when he's regressed. He gets very giggly over silly things. This has also caught Kaeya off guard before, and probably scared him more than the crying.

Diluc has yes to tell Kaeya about his regression, but Kaeya has basically figured it out himself by this point. He tries to look out for the signs, and is gentler with Diluc during those times.

Diluc took up painting, inspired by his father. He has two sketchbooks, one for serious works, and another filled with wobbly crayon drawings of cool horses and birds.

He goes semi-verbal when regressed, but he will still infodump about his favourite animals if you ask (albeit slightly less eloquently than usual).

When he's regressed, he either has his hair down (too little to do it himself), or in a much more neat than usual ponytail (Adelinde helped him).

He regresses somewhat frequently. It's caused him to have to not work quite such long hours, and to not do the whole darknight hero thing so often. He's a bit frustrated by this, but everyone around him is pleased by how much healthier and rested he looks.

#agere #diluc ragnvindr #diluc agere #sfw age dreamer #sfw agere #age regression #babyre #if theres any typos/errors pls ignore i made this at 2am hehe

[starrystevie]

hiya everyone! the month of june is a big one for not only myself personally but also for this blog so we'll be celebrating a few things:

my own birthday on june 24th!

reaching 2k followers! (which is still mind blowing where did y'all come from)

pride month!

now i may not be a gif maker or edit maker, but i do want to celebrate by interacting with you all in the ways i know how! i'm going to be hosting what i like to call "roll for...?", a mysterious way to get stranger things content from me for the rest of the month. starting today, june 13, you can send me in asks for things to roll for (just make sure you go over the rules before sending in an ask pls <3)

if you're interested in participating, click the read more for the rules!

how it works:

i'll have the following categories to pick from: drabble, playlist, or aesthetic/moodboard. pick one of those categories and then select up to 3 of the following subcategories for me to roll specifics for: ship, trope, vibe/colors, length, era, crossover. whatever subcategories go unchosen, i can use if i want to! each of the subcategories will have a few options in them that i will then roll for to leave the final product up to the luck of the roll. if needed, any additional details will be left up to me! if you would like it to be entirely my pick, please select 3 ships listed below for me to choose from and i will take it from there. warning, some categories will be easier for me to combine than others (ie vibe with crossover might be challenging) so please take every post with a grain of salt. this is all just for fun. these will be posted as i can get them done, so feel free to send in asks whenever you want to! i will stop accepting asks for this project on june 30th but will probably still have things to post after that. all posts will be tagged with #rollfor2023 to help keep things organized.

important to know!:

if you have any triggers or things you wouldn't want to me to include, please let me know what to avoid. i'll honor it no questions asked. all drabbles will be rated anywhere from general to mature with absolutely zero explicit smut unless you tell me you are comfortable with it being included. overcommunicate with me and we'll both be happy campers!

subcategory specifics:

ship: 1. steve/eddie, 2. robin/nancy, 3. robin/chrissy, 4. jonathan/argyle, 5. joyce/hopper, 6. bee's pick of steve ship (platonic or romantic) trope: 1. enemies to lovers, 2. friends to lovers, 3. one bed, 4. the italicized 'oh', 5. soulmates, 6. bee's pick of shop au vibe/colors: 1. whimsical/pastels, 2. angst/dark muted, 3. hopeless romantic/soft pinks, 4. cheerful/bright & bold, 5. bittersweet/blues & greys, 6. angry/dark reds length (around a certain word/song count): 1. 100-300 words/3 songs, 2. 300-500 words/5 songs, 3. 500-750 words/8 songs, 4. 750-1000 words/10 songs, 5. 1000-1500 words/15 songs, 6. bee's pick era: 1. ancient greek, 2. 1980s, 3. modern/2020s, 4. 1800s wild west, 5. 1940s, 6. unspecified fantasy world timeline ala lotr or got crossover (all chosen from my favorites!): 1. moulin rogue, 2. across the universe, 3. bee's pick of disney movie, 4. grishaverse, 5. glee, 6. supernatural

an example ask (can copy / paste if you'd like!):

i would like a drabble with a roll for ship, length, and crossover. avoid character death and mentions of drugs.

i hope this makes sense, so please let me know if you have questions! i'm truly just wanting to do something fun for the hell of it because isn't that we're all here for anyway?! rejoining the fandom side of tumblr this time last year has been such a great decision. i've been able to meet so many of you wonderful people and remember what it's like to enjoy fandom spaces again without shame. best of all, it's gotten me writing again, which had been such a big part of my hobbies that i had pushed aside. getting back into writing as a way to express myself and make content with some fucking guys from some fucking tv show has made a massive difference in my happiness over the last year.

i thank you all so sincerely for being with me along the ride. tagging some of my beloved buds here in no possible order because if it weren't for y'alls support, i never would have written half the things i have. thank you from the bottom of my heart, truly <3

@buckleydiaz @thefreakandthehair @yournowheregirl @scoops-stevie @gothbat99 @bayouteche @toburnup @stevethehairington @judasofsuburbia @henderdads @sharpbutsoft @kkpwnall @figthefruitfaeth @fastcardotmp3 @fragilecapric0rnn @wynnyfryd @stargyles @jeysuso @bitchsteve @lovespiralls @riality-check @cheatghost @legitcookie @hellsfireclub @sanguineterrain @kingofscoops @roykentt @sidekick-hero

#rollfor2023 #i was going to wait to post this but nah i wanted to go ahead and do it now #especially since i'm all anxious waiting for my bigbang claim email #love literally all of you sm thank you for maki ng tumblr fun #pls ignore any spelling errors but don't ignore if something doesn't make sense so i can clear it up #steddie #ronance #buckingham #jargyle #jopper #stranger than things #stranger things prompts

[mako-neexu]

肉？     |  guda and mash

The only thing Mash had registered was her body moving, moving to protect her Master as she sensed the air of wrongness spike in the atmosphere. There was no time, there was no time to strengthen ortinax or clearly detect where the  hit would come for her Master-----

She had moved to save her. To be her shield, her Servant, her protector, and friend-

The only thing she registered was the black ray of light hitting her Master.

“SENPAI-!!!!!”

A mere centimeter away, a few miliseconds too late, too slow, too slow-

She was too late. The impact had been loud and powerful to the point where it took everything within her to be rooted in place, forced to stop as it had hit her Master before she could take it for herself.

As that light and debris cleared, Mash couldn’t believe her eyes. The red-haired girl was still standing. Her Senpai was still standing! She was alright!!! Relief floods the Demi-Servant, allowing Mash to give a shaky sigh and a smile, “S-Senpai! I’m so glad the hit missed you!” 

She does a quick check of their surroundings to confirm if the hostile lifeforms were approaching them. Though she should have been extremely suspicious about the lack of such beings, there was no helping herself over putting her Master’s well-being first.

Mash approached her Master, her arm raised to scan her vitals and prepare an attempt to call Babbage back at the camp to report what happened, “I’ll have you scanned for injuries in a second before we take cover. Right now, the mana signature for the enemy has yet to appea-”

A cough. Mash pauses. Her gaze lifts up.

Then, another. 

Then, another until it sounded wet and ragged. Her Senpai was curled over, coughing into her hand and her blood was gushing nonstop out of her mouth-

Mash sees a fat red blotch stain her Master’s black gloves. 

Mash stops breathing. 

Her heart skips a beat in fear and she finally speaks even as her throat felt extremely dry, “Master, Master! Please, please, what’s wro-”

And when the demi-servant sees a gaping hole on her Master’s chest, her world had turned upside down.

Ah...Ah.......AA_----

Ritsuka suddenly grips Mash’s arms, “Mash.”

How.

How, how, how-

How was her Master able to stand just now-

That blow was shot were her heart was at.

The girl snaps back to reality, “Senpai-” But she doesn’t get to voice her worries as her Master growled out in difficulty, “To our right. Three seconds. Two o’clock.”

Mash didn’t hesitate to slam her shield facing the next attack, the impact causing it to clang against the metal. From there, she finally got a visual of their enemy.

A shadow Servant. Mash doesn’t know who, but the fight felt distant. As if her body was not her own. As if she was a mere puppet dancing with strings attached. She tried to look back on her Master. To confirm if her Senpai if that hole in her chest truly existed, if it was only a dream, only a nightmare.

But blocking another attack that was aimed at her Senpai’s way confirmed that the hole in her chest was as real as Mash herself.

It was over before she knew it. The shadow Servant dissolves into dark dust, signalling their defeat. That enough snapped out of her trance-like state, and came running to Gudako.

“Senpai, Senpai!” She cries, her hands tremble. She couldn’t bare to look at the hole that seemed to scream right in front of her face.

Her Senpai smiles serenely, “Mash, it’s okay. We’re okay.”

“B-But- on your chest-- We need to contact Chaldea--!!”

Ritsuka places a finger on her lips to silence her. After a moment, she spoke, “Mash, Mash. It’s just a flesh wound.”

There’s a large, gaping hole in her chest. Right where her heart is supposed to be. She can see their surroundings through that hole-

She is silent, still, almost unseeing as she looks into her Master’s mirthful eyes. She strokes Mash’s cheek with affection, her other hand wrapped around the demi-Servant’s own.

“We can head back to the border and fix it. Simple as that. We can even get some of the Casters to help.” Amber eyes flit briefly to the exposed cleavage of her armor, causing Mash to blush a little despite the confusing mix of terror and confusion in her.

“I-I-...okay.” Mash gives up, yet still harbors a seed of doubt. It must be because her Senpai has so much blessings bestowed upon her body that- that she was alive right now. Thank god for that. But...But....

“I’ll make the preparations to return to Chaldea. But Senpai, a-are you sure you’re okay?”

Ritsuka pats her head, and laughs, “W- I really am okay, Mash! But I gotta ask though.”

Mash taps on her wristband, ready to contact Chaldea. But she gives her Master her full attention first. “Yes, Senpai?” No matter what, even if her Master says she’s fine, there was no way she could believe that she was fine with a literal hole in her chest.

Ritsuka smiles even wider, and this time, Mash could clearly see the blood that stained her Master’s teeth, the live organs that seemed to wriggle and beat like worms, the broken bone protruding like an insect’s legs, as well as the puddle of blood below them.

—Ah.

“We still have the Chaldea staff, right?”

#i wonder what kind of guda is this wwwww #zombie guda? insect guda? that zombie raiinbow worm thing i saw maybe #possesssing guda #outer god possessed guda?? #fgo #guda #fujimaru ritsuka #fate grand order #i have so many grammar errors and inaccuracy pls ignore it #gudako #ritsuka fujimaru