#mangy imagines

[ridiasfangirlings]

Sarumi Sentinel AU? Like, if their spirit animals are supposed to be the totally honest versions of themselves. Say post-betrayal, Fushimi's spirit animal would go to Yata's spirit animal and snuggle when human Fushimi is missing Yata.

And when Sarumi meet on the street and get into a fight, their spirit animals will just be like cuddling together thinking why can't the human versions of them get together already.

(What each of their spirit animal is is up to you.) (Thanks in advance for answering!)

I'm imagining Fushimi as the one with like Sentinel-type powers in this AU and he is so continually pissed off that his spirit animal won't stop cuddling with Yata's spirit animal, it's very hard to be dishonest with himself when his stupid spirit animal is just like 'anyway we love Misaki.' Imagine Fushimi being able to see animal spirits and do things like listen to ghosts or even have future visions from when he was a young child, however whenever he tried to tell anyone he was treated like a crazy person and Niki in particular enjoyed taunting him about the 'invisible animals' (also imagine Niki's spirit animal being some kind of poisonous spider or something). Due to this Fushimi does his level best to avoid even interacting with his spirit animal, as far as he's concerned it may as well not exist. Imagine he has like a skinny matted alley cat sort of spirit animal when he's a kid, something just as angry and standoffish as he is. Then he meets Yata and immediately sees Yata's spirit animal, a friendly energetic dog, and Fushimi just clicks his tongue and thinks of course this straightforward idiot would have a straightforward idiot spirit animal.

Eventually as the two of them get closer Fushimi is kinda vaguely aware that his spirit animal has gone from ragged to sleek and cared for, and even though it sometimes swipes a paw at Yata's spirit animal the two are often more playful than anything. When Fushimi's in middle school this doesn’t bother him, it probably makes him secretly kinda happy that his and Yata's spirit animals have connected. Except then when the betrayal happens Fushimi expects their spirit animals to hate each other and that doesn't happen, the only real change is that his spirit animal is somehow even more insistent about getting attention from Yata's spirit animal. And I think that as much as Fushimi's annoyed by his own spirit animal not hating Yata's he's even more annoyed that Yata's spirit animal continues to be friendly to his own spirit animal, like Fushimi is aware that a spirit animal shows a person's 'true self' (and he refuses to think about what his own animal's actions say about his true feelings) and the fact that Yata's spirit animal continues to care for and protect his means that Yata doesn't hate him yet. Fushimi's never mentioned the spirit animal thing to anyone – because he doesn't want Yata to think there's something wrong with him – so Yata has no idea why when they fight sometimes Fushimi will glare in the direction of nothing and throw a knife, unaware that his and Fushimi's spirit animals are busy cuddling and it's pissing Fushimi off.

#sarumi #Talking K #somehow I imagine Fushimi's spirit animal being a black cat #it's all mangy and malnourished when Fushimi's a kid #but then he meets Yata and it becomes all sleek and shiny and loved #Yata's dog is really small when they meet and Fushimi thinks of course something small and yappy #but imagine it turns into a big slobbery protective but affectionate dog instead #it really irritates Fushimi during the betrayal years how much Yata's spirit animal still loves his

[vergess]

G'raha/Alisaie?

(you mentioned in a review on when I kissed the teacher that you had feelings about them. Gimme gimme!) - @littlelordalphinaud

I think G'raha/Alisaie is an under utilized ship. I know it's because people prefer WOL ships for both, and I don't begrudge them that.

But in a post Shadowbringers world, I just like the idea of them bonding over being Red Coded Love Interests.

Plus they're the same age post ShB which is SO FUNNY to me. Raha entered stasis at 22 iirc, when Alisaie was late 16. Since then Alisaie has added 3 years (hw,sb,shb) materially and an extra 2ish from absurd time shenanigans, putting her at 21.

And YET! Like Raha, Alisaie's body and age are mismatched. Raha is simultaneously 22 and 130, and Alisaie is 16 and also 21. More opportunity to bond.

They also:

Were (are?) ludicrously in love with WOL

Have the same deeply accursed sleep and eating habits

Enjoy dunking on nerds in spite of being S Tier Nerdlords themselves

Dangerously and disproportionately combat capable

Red

Daddy issues

Weird incest vibes involving foreign twins (the allag twins, the Leveilleur twins)

Take on the burden of both combat and care for those around them in spite of not wanting that responsibility (Alisaie and tempering, doma, light poisoning; G'raha and Allag, the First, the Umbral Eighth Era)

Now with all this in mind, go rewatch the cutscenes where 1) they get into a bitch fit over being suicidally in love with the WOL in SHB and 2) they fall asleep together outside the library in EW.

I think the resolved their UST with the wol by fucking each other, and! It! Worked!!

@littlelordalphinaud

#ask meme responses #shipping memes #i actually have an entire Light Party Polycule dynamic for the twins and their stray cat love interests #plus i mean it's very funny to imagine Alisaie saying something about the mangy tom Alphinaud is dating #And Alphi respond utterly without pause #Well some of us prefer to rehome a rescue rather than bringing a purebred in from overseas

[glintingstones]

we prey at night! we stalk at night! we're the rats!

#dash games. #// omg the cur has never looked so cute 😍 #// also i was obliged to use the same fur texture so. just imagine zelya's is very clean and the cur's is very mangy

[thegnomelord]

Additional idea while my brain still works: cowboy/farm TF141 AU;

Imagine you're a cowboy who raises sheep, like huge fucking flock, then one day you go out and there's just a big ass black bull with white skull markings in your back yard. None of your distant neighbours raise cattle and your workers don't know where he came from, you have half a mind to sell him but he turns out really sweet and a good guard for your sheep so you keep him. You're even more surprised when you're out in the pasture he's following after you like a puppy.

Then other animals start appearing.

Soap's a wild Clydesdale draft stallion you adopt after your old mare dies from old age, you're warned is feral as they come(bit off more than one man's finger), but are amazed when he doesn't even try to kick you when you pass his stall. He bucks you off plenty of times before you get him broken in, then he's just a mild headache when he keeps stealing your cowboy hat(and everything else)

Price is a Tibetan mastiff you adopt from the shelter since you decide you need a guard dog and he's so fucking big and cuddly. And he takes his job seriously, guards your sheep from wild coyotes and other animals but always whines to be let inside.

Gaz nearly gives you a heart attack when you walk out and see a fucking cougar, which your government labeled as a 'bobcat', just sitting on top of your new bull and neither of them give a fuck, you're creeped out when it just lays down like a pet cat and demands pets. You try to shoo it away many times but he just sticks around and you don't know how but you end up with a cougar purring in your lap on the couch.

Graves is still a mangy coyote you mistake for a malnuorished and abused dog. You keep him as a house pet until he's back to health then use him as an additional farm dog, thought you get the impression your other animals don't like him a lot :/

They all enjoy having you around, especially as you're so tired at night you sleep like the dead and they have free reign of your house to be pervs. On hot days you best believe they're watching you do mundane shit without a shirt on or Soap purposely splashes you with water so you need to take your shirt off.

Then you wake up one night to find Johnny and Gaz raiding your fridge...

#gnome's tea break #cod mw2 #x reader #male reader #trinkets from the hoard #captain john price #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #phillip graves #cod x male reader

[2kmps]

DARK POOL

aquatic monster x reader | 18+ | 2.8k

story summary; your granduncle explains that the noises at the bottom of the lighthouse and the missing chunk out of his leg are from swimming rats. you let him think you're a fool.

story warnings; some graphic depictions that some may consider gory, mentions of biting, mentions of rats, creature in captivity, explicit sexual content, double penetration (not safe), prose + detail heavy, implied breeding, not proofread.

if you enjoyed it, please reblog + interact!!

Granduncle told you that the rats in Cape Tellis liked to swim and when they were in search of food, they didn't care how long they'd have to paddle through the water to find it. Some would simply drift with the current for days; black-gray fur rotted off, skin peeled off bone, little faces disfigured by sea and salt, but they would keep going until their bodies nudged the rust-red walls of the lighthouse and found the energy to scale upward to a window and squeeze inside.

He mentioned this anytime you had something to say about the ruckus down in the basement—sometimes scratching, sometimes powerful, erratic thuds that you felt pulse through the floorboards, through the rubber soles covering your feet, and into your skin. That place was sealed behind a rusted metal frame and door, deadbolted and locked with a key he always carried on a chain through a belt loop.

It always jangled when he walked because he had a limp so bad that his entire leg always dragged a pace behind him and took a great amount of effort to haul forward. When you had asked of it, as memory dictated a handful of years prior he didn't have such trouble, he first claimed it had been a bad sinus infection that got into his brain and disrupted something neurologically. In another instance where he had stopped for a third time on an evening stroll together, he had said he scuffed with one of Cape Tellis’ formidable rats and the mangy bastard had won and taken a chunk of meat out of him before scuttling back into the walls.

“Just ignore it, it's normal that they're active this time of year,” he was saying while scraping fried eggs out of a pan onto your plate. Meanwhile, you winced to the usual commotion downstairs. “They get real flighty this time of year. The rats do. They get frisky and chase each other all around. I don't know nothin' about them besides being persistent, ugly things, but it may well be their special season.”

You ripped a sharp edge in your toast and prodded the egg yolk until the sunny orb burst, oozing out across your plate before you could scoop it all up in the bread.

“How long does it take for the rats to go away?” you asked with some interest in his answer, if for no other reason to know what sort of yarn he'd spin next. The bread was buttered, the eggs unseasoned, but you ate it all anyway while watching him. “Are they permanent residents or do they come and go? You must be feeding them if they stay here.”

Granduncle took a long time to situate his bad leg under the table, longer to arrange his silverware and the direction of his food. “Oh, they have no interest in leaving, I don't think. If they really wanted to, I imagine they would've jumped back into the water and swam somewhere else.”

Each time the noises rose up between the wood slats under your feet during breakfast, granduncle told you not to worry about it, but you quieted every sound in your head to better hear rattling metal, reverberations of some sort—like having a man’s deep, anguished moan pressed right against your ribs. You weren't sure what you were looking for when you listened, only that you knew they were rats.

Granduncle looked at you, his appetite pushed away towards the center of the table with his plate. “Let's go for a walk, yes? The rain won't come back for a few hours.”

When you did walk after a meal, granduncle would often have to lie down with his dead leg propped up on a short stack of pillows for a long while. It became something of a habit of yours to exert him too much after dinner, forcing him to keep up with your youthfulness—your merry prances and unburdened soul.

For what it was worth, he did the best he could to never be a hindrance. He didn't seem to fully understand his own limitations either, making it quite a simple thing to steal the key from his belt loop while he slept—deep and silent, so much so that you needed to drop a tissue over his face from make sure he was still breathing—and unfasten the lock to descend a set of slick, stone stairs.

There wasn’t much to at the bottom; a space half-flooded from seasonal rains raising the sea-level, old pieces of ship equipment hanging like ornamentation, an old folding chair that had yet to rust despite damp air, and a large hole in the ground that was dark like the throat of a nightmare envisioned in the most precious hours of night.

You held a plate of raw meat, freshly thawed from the freezer, outstretched with a flickering lantern in your other hand. Anywhere else, you'd have just brought a flashlight—but, he didn't like the bright lights, had ripped the last one out of your hands and smashed it against the wall. Oil lanterns were better tolerated, but he still seemed to cower from the gentle flickers.

So, you placed the meat on the seat of the folding chair and walked closer to the hole, wading a hand through seawater until touching braids of cold metal, chains pulled taut as though weighted down by an anchor. You gave the closest one a tug, always with the same caution as a child gripping his mother's clothes in uncertain times, and backed away.

He never made noise when he surfaced, always frightfully quiet, only indicated by a trail of bubbles that followed after where he roamed underwater. The first thing to emerge was a dorsal fin flared proudly from the middle of his head until midway in the deepest curve of his back. His eyes were on you, abysmal black things with a luster you likened to a landbound fish, and skin and scales that moved stiffly with his facial movements.

“You,” said the creature, toneless and in a voice far too raspy and deep to have an equal match amongst human men. “You have come. You are here.”

Months ago, he hadn't been capable of simple speech such as this. The noises he made were incompatible to anything you had ever heard—perhaps mere vocalizations he utilized underwater, possibly something long gone and archaic—but he had started mimicking you when you'd speak, and eventually you started slowing down, giving him the time to feel how the sounds vibrated in his own throat.

“I brought you food, again.” You gestured towards the seat with raw meat with your lantern, prompting his passing glance of interest before he was back on you. “Not hungry? He usually doesn’t feed you that well. I haven't been down here in a week or so, so I figured you'd be ready to scarf it down.”

“No.”

He came closer and the size of him grew, a towering figure with strong, broad-shoulders and a chest built to withstand the friction of the sea he used to own. His face, although hidden in darkness and flickering shadow cast from your lantern, gleamed as the light struck his iridescent scales. The shape of his lips were human-like yet taut, helping to comfortably fit his sharp teeth inside his mouth.

You'd wondered at times what exactly he was, what your granduncle believed him to be and feared so much to hide him away, chained to a wall. You fantasized that he could be the lost prince of some underwater civilization, or the offspring of several thousands of years of evolution between humans and something else.

He never seemed to understand you when you asked him what he was.

“Come,” his reach was limited by the chains that bound his limbs, keeping him shy of touching your body. “Come to me.”

With the lantern set aside, a distance you hoped wouldn't turn him petulant, you walked in his arms and the shackles and made home there as he surrounded you. His embrace was not the sort you could escape, nor was the kiss he pressed against your mouth.

There were parts of him you were too scared to touch, where his scales were like serrated teeth and he had much less control to retract at will like the dorsal find along his back. His lips were smooth and cold, however, a safe place for you to be on his body along with the hard flesh on his chest.

He pushed himself into your touch as your fingertips traced the shape of his torso, rose with the sprawl of his breasts and shoulders, molded into the ridges of his lower abdomen that you felt pulse and tense the further downward you roamed.

The sheath around his groin had swelled significantly and seemed to twitch when you smoothed your hand across it, kneading it gently to see what would come of doing so. You'd seen this only once before several months ago, a time where you'd been more frightened of him and fled from the basement for weeks when he'd acted more aggressive than usual.

It was one of the many things he had taken notice of that were perceived negatively—with fear and distance and shutting him away in this deep dark until you found the courage to feed him again, because your uncle was petrified along with being restricted in his ability to navigate the stairs with his lame leg.

So, he had learned to behave at the worst of times to keep food supplied, for you to stay wrapped up in him like this and so curious to challenge the extent of his self-restraint.

His kiss had grown full-bodied and restless and gone elsewhere on your body to a great expanse of skin. His face nuzzled into the fabric hiding your warmth from him, teeth tearing and fraying the threads that kept your clothes together until you stopped him.

“Stop—wait, wait, wait.” You walked back out of his arms once he was able to recognize the words. He reached for you despite the clattering bonds around his wrist, but you took your time to shuck the clothes from your body and fold them.

Once he had you back, he led you to the edge of the pool of endless depths and sank down inside of it. Your toes touched the very edge of darkness, stirring a rabble of butterflies in your gut that did not dissipate even once he resurfaced.

“Sit.” He gestured right at where you stood. “Sit down.”

The idea of having any part of your body submerged in the black water left you with little desire in continuing this, but you obeyed and slowly lowered your rear to the rim of the pool, legs speckled by goose pimples as the cold water gripped up to the inside of your thighs.

“Yes, good.” He was close enough to push your thighs wide apart and stick his tongue inside of you. You took in a great sucking breath, startled from the suddenness of it and the long, articulate appendage massaging a part of you in a way no one ever had before.

You leaned back on your arms when they weakened and shook from the sensations, eyes flicking towards the drab ceiling, wondering just how far under the living quarters of the lighthouse you actually were and whether granduncle would hear any lewd sounds that were beginning to hum in your throat.

“Keep going.” He said when you moaned, tongue retracted from your body to mimic the ministrations you made with your hand and fingers while you stroked yourself. “Keep doing it.”

He nudged your hand away to put his mouth over that stimulated spot instead, sucking and licking along you with such fervor that you dissolved into hard pants and whimpers, tempted to close your thighs around his head and push him away as the tight warmth inside of you flushed out with a kaleidoscopic burst of color and cool air following the trail of something slowly oozing out of you.

It took a second orgasm and chanting turned to cries to get him off of you. That brief respite ended when he took you by the waist and dragged you into the pool with him. By that point, you were too far spent to have anything but unshakeable indifference to the depths and the cold.

His kiss was as it had been before, rough and restless, forceful in a way that left you malleable and melting against him. Even when he had your front wedged between the rim of the pool and his chest, you couldn't bring yourself to react much.

You felt his thighs mold to the back of yours before the slim tip of his cock pushed into you, the girth of it thickening considerably at the base. The friction of the water wasn't an obstacle for him to fuck into you with greedy thrusts that threw your hips forward, knocking skin and bone against the wall of the pool.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh—” the ridges of his cock were an unusual feeling, catching your walls in spots, spreading you wider when he'd withdraw part way and plunge back inside. “Oh, shit—feels good. Harder. Harder. Harder!”

There was truly never any way to know how much he understood when you said it, something called into question when his thrusts slowed to a stop, but he stayed hard inside of you. For a moment, the water settled along with your heavy breaths and blood gushing through your ears.

Things slowly came back into focus—the dancing lantern light, the room temperature meat, the wicked water in which you were immersed to the waist while the rest of you was braced by him.

He shifted behind you, adjusting his thighs so yours went even wider. Before you could ask the things you wanted to, a new sensation stole your breath—the swollen head of a second cock, different in shape and size from the first, pushed into you and lay flush atop the other.

“Don't—don’t move.” You were struggling to do the same thing with such an enormous stretch you'd never had to accommodate before. Tension built in your throat, whether a sob or a scream or your own anxiety, and stayed there to cinch your voice into silence.

He soothed you with lips and teeth all over your flesh; the back of your neck, the cartilage of your ears and the underside of your jawbone. His large hands left the shelf of your hips and felt along your front side, nipples, chest, stomach, and groin where he tried to recreate the same pleasure on you now as you had done for yourself earlier.

“Good?” He nested his cocks deeper when he heard you moan. The pain of it was beginning to subside, but the strangeness of it remained. “Is it good?”

"Just—just don't hurt me.”

His hands were back on your hips to keep you seated on his thighs while he thrust into you. It wasn't as easy for him to move as it was before, perhaps realizing the limitations of a human companion, but continued in snappy pulses that made the water lap at the skin on your back and turned your thoughts into senseless, garbled things.

Soon enough, you were riding a sloppy, savage rhythm to which you had no control of whatsoever as he chased his end. In moments where he seemed to regress into a natural state, almost animalistic in the way he rutted into you and buried his cocks, one would slip out and go forgotten for a time. The length of it glided against your groin, a smooth motion underwater that prodded your sore spots before he was able to fit it back into place with the other.

Amid your luscious sounds were those of his own; labored, air-sucking rasps that rumbled from places more than just his throat. They were probably never meant to be heard above the surface of water, just as he didn't belong fucking a human while being chained to a wall.

You thought about that fact while the last thrusts he took seated his cocks so deep that you ached, hard surges of warmth flooding your insides in a way unexpectedly delightful. He clung to you with his arms and shackles even well after he had emptied himself in your body and retracted both cocks into their sheath.

After a while, he hoisted you out of the water and followed you to retrieve your clothes. He stopped short of the chains pulling in the wall, watching while you wiped away the remnants of him oozing down the backs of your thighs and redressed.

“Don't go.” He kissed you and let his cold lips linger over yours. “Stay here.”

You returned the affection as endlessly as he gave it, only thinking that sunrise would soon come to pull you apart.

a/n: not my best work, but hopefully passable. it's really helpful when y'all reblog, so please do so!!!

I don't really have any comments on this because I'm starting over from zero on the long-fic of the aquatic monster story bc I hated what I had lmao.

anyway, please keep in mind that is a concept piece. chances are that none of this will be present in the actual long-fic. this just helps me to explore ideas and familiarize myself with characters.

#monster fic #monster x human #monster fucker #monster romance #monster story #monster x y/n #monster x you #monster x reader #sea monster #aquatic monster x reader #aquatic monster x you #writing #original fic #original story #original writing #original work #oc x y/n #oc x you #oc x reader #2k writes #.02 #monster fiction #romance #dark fiction

[akanemnon]

Now I just imagine Toriel & Asgore (back when they still got along and were, presumably, happily married) literally found little toddler Kris in a dumpster or trashcan like this and decided to adopt them then and there, and that’s how they joined the family.

And as confused as Asriel might have been when his parents came home from the mall with a new baby sibling as well, he wouldn’t be complaining. Kris IS the human equivalent of a monster, aka a gremlin in human form. 😆😂🥰

It took a little longer before the Dreemurrs found them. They were hanging around the alley for a week or so and became Hometown's own mini urban legend. Though most people just thought they were a mangy raccoon or something of that sort. One day, Asriel and Dess decided to investigate the case of the "Dumpster Gremlin". But they got scared once they found Kris' hideout, so they had to ask Asgore to get them out of there... Only then did they find out Kris was neither a raccoon or a gremlin. But yes, it was Asriel who asked if they could keep Kris. Hometown would never be the same.

#ask #twin runes #kris dreemurr #lore i guess

[heartfullofleeches]

i'm obsessed with fletcher and foxboy darling too it's okay lol

ooooooh what would their wedding be like? like i can imagine foxboy darling talking with one of the townspeople who asks darling about what their wedding was like and darling's just like 'we....... eloped?' And the townsperson is like. 'Aw that's romantic :) but we should do something for you two!!'

Fletcher and Foxboy Darling have two weddings. The first takes place in the forest on the outskirts of town where Darling originates from. It's a ceremony between the couple alone and done to prove the bond between them is true despite Foxboy Darling's protest. Fletcher leads Foxboy out to the end of the safe trail for the rabbits and gives them two choices - stay with him, or return to the life they once had. Foxboy was in it for the free food and a safe place to sleep in the beginning, but slowly begins to reciprocate Fetch's feelings with this moment being when they finally admit/realize they are indeed in love with him too..

The second takes place on the barn. Most weddings are held there anyway, but the townspeople find it strange Fletcher and Darling haven't had theirs yet despite being husband and wife. Everyone gets on Fetch's case, but the main reason he's held off on a wedding for the town is because he doesn't want those with wandering eyes to see his wife looking their best. A handful of people still see Foxboy Darling as that mangy animal, but if they wear that dress those sweet seamstress bunnies made for them as thanks for all Fletcher's done he knows everyone will see them in a new light.

It's when someone makes a passing comment how they'd divorce their hubby if they had to wait this long for a wedding that Fletcher finally sits his ass down and gets everything ready. He gets some assistance from friends/family, but it's his and Darling's word before anyones. It's a happy time for the newlyweds... till someone scare Foxboy Darling off because they don't belong. Fletcher quickly nips this in the bud and the two are married officially.

Thinking about doing a full length fic with these two getting married now - likely the farm wedding with flashbacks/snippets of their first spliced between. Maybe some smut because why not. Sound interesting?

#Fletcher my oc #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere #yandere x you #yandere insert #yandere blurb #male yandere #yandere scenarios #yandere headcanons #yandere oc #yandere hybrid #yandere farmer

[nocaptainonthisship]

This morning, I unfollowed my third person in as many months for complaining about their ao3 engagement, and I regret nothing.

The moment I allow myself to start thinking about how many people are reading my work over how much joy I bring into a space, the quality of my writing goes down the drain. And seeing this kind of thing from people who I share a fandom with(thereby knowing the degree to which their last fic outpaced the sum total of my last three by hits) makes me a bit crazy. Because I don't want to be the kind of author who obsesses over status! I want to write stories I'm proud of, and that bring me joy. If someone out there likes them, that's great! But it can't be what drives me.(Notice how I'm really driving this point home for myself, because it is HARD not to fall into this trap and I am trying to do better.)

But I see people complain about the hits or the kudos or the comments, ESPECIALLY in relation to other authors(again, a callout for me specifically- I'm trying to do better!) We're not in competition with each other, babes. We're on the same team! We like the same show/movie/ship(s)! Just because you play tight end and I'm a kicker doesn't mean we aren't wearing the same jersey. By using stats as the marker for your success, you are wildly underselling the value of what you made. With nothing but a little inspiration, your imagination and likely a fair bit of caffeine, you created a story that is entirely your own. That is an incredible achievement on its own. Did one person tell you it meant something to them? I'm so glad you found each other. Two? How lucky you are to have been able to touch people's lives. Three feels like the sweet spot- perfect number for a virtual happy hour to scream in the group chat about headcanons.

Point being, I guess- you owe me nothing! If you want to read my fic and leave me a comment, I would love that. Comments and kudos and all of that do bring me joy. Don't want to comment? Totally fine! You owe me nothing. Don't want to read what I write? Also totally okay! You owe me nothing.

Now, here's what I owe to myself- the peace of mind that comes from not playing the comparison game, and protecting myself by not allowing in voices who are at odds with that aim.

(As a final note, if you want to complain about "cool in groups" in fandom I have excellent news: no one is cool! We're all a bunch on mangy nerds. Please say hi! Or don't! You owe me nothing.)

#much love and many platonic kisses to you all #filed under: cap shouts into the void; the void says 'oh god not you too'

[enviedear]

Maybe a Billy one where reader is a good Christian girl, and she goes with Billy every time he has to move etc., and he is just trying to protect her from the big bad world and disgusting people. While she is just as fiercely protective of him, but in her own way.

billy + christan!reader

request

— he'd try and keep you away from most of the danger. frequently begging you to stay put, promising to come back to you. he means it too, he couldn't imagine getting hurt and not being able to spend his life with you (ignoring the lore with my entire being rn)

"no, angel. stay right here, i swear i won't be long."

— calls you angel because you really are one in his opinion. you're too kind for the world you've brought into. always so gentle, loving, and accepting. he swears that when it's finally his time, he'll enter the pearly gates and see your pretty face.

— buys you a beautiful leather-bound bible when he's away one day and comes back with a satisfied smirk on his face. he'd insist on you reading it to him. start to finish.

you finish up the last page of book of job, smiling softly at billy, "what'd you think?" the outlaw huffs, "think poor job deserved more grace."

— makes a rule for himself to sit and pray with you in the mornings, both because he knows he's rarely ever there at night to join you and just to listen to you. he won't even really pray either, just look at you as you mutter your own.

— he'd try his hardest to keep you away from any rivals, but there are a few times they get their mangy hands on you. every time he'll raise hell and high water to get you to saftey.

"goodness billy! how many guns did you bring?" you ask, staring out at the small army of armed men on horseback. he lifts you onto his own stead, ever the gentleman, "should've brought more... kill all o'em."

— everytime he has to move, you're going with him! he lets you lead the way mostly, says your heart leads you to better places than his. he'll always get a regretful look in his eyes when he tells you that you have to make a run for it... again. he feels like shit, not being able to settle down with you like he wants.

"one day m'gonna get us our own land. just us and some animals. how's that sound, angel?" he'd grin, forehead touching yours. you'd laugh, "is that so, cowboy?"

— you'd be protective of billy just as fervently as he is with you, just a softer way. if you ride into a town that shuns him, you make it your mission to bring up the good book. how no one in this world is blameless, sinless, perfect. you'd sing his praise to anyone that'll listen. he just can't wrap his head around how genuine your love is, so unconditional.

—reblog and like if you enjoyed, let ur local writer know you like her work !

#billy the kid #billy the kid x reader #william h bonney #william h bonney x reader #billy bonney #billy bonney x reader #tom blyth!billy the kid #tom blyth #billy the kid 2022

[yxami]

What If roomate reader bring a cat roomate for real like the cat Hybrid is strong supportive and cute( yandere too) not toxic and that's what made reader fall for them. And rabbit roomate is now whining that reader cheated on him...

Ps: whenever I read your yandere rabbit roomate I imagine jungkook in his place... >~< sorry!!!

I’m actually writing a cat boy hybrid , not related to Haru but this is a cute idea!!

Haru was jealous, very jealous. Who was this mangy fur-ball sitting in front of him. Surely this had to be a joke! A test to make him upset!

“Hello! I’m Fuyu!” He happily sat on the couch, awaiting for his new roommate to introduce himself.

Haru didn’t make a response though, or introduce himself. He just started swiping at him as if he was a cat with claws! He managed to get a few slaps on his cheek before you yelled at him and grabbed him by his arm.

“Haru! You can’t just attack your new roommate! He’s here because the rent got higher and I’m pretty sure both of us can’t manage all that money” You glared at him.

“You’re cheating on me!!” He whined, shamelessly clinging to your side as Fuyu watched, a little confused while rubbing his red cheek.

“Sorry Fuyu, I didn’t mean for him to get out of hand” You felt bad for him, he just got here and Haru was already being so rude.

“It’s okay! I get why he’s upset, do you want me to leave while he cools off?” He would happily oblige anything you wanted. Even if it meant that he had to leave you with this pathetic hybrid.

“No it’s okay, why don’t we all cool down and watch something?” You looked at Haru, who sniffled in response. Still upset that you got a new roommate.

“Sure!” Fuyu quickly slipped into your lap as you sat down on the couch. Haru halted, his spot was being taken by this stupid cat! You noticed Haru getting more upset and put Haru on your side and Fuyu on your other side. They both cuddled at your side, satisfied with the equal contact they were getting.

You couldn’t stop the glares and childish faces of them sticking their tongues out at each other though. At least they were getting along now?

#yandere #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #male yandere #pls request #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #gn reader #soft yandere #gender neutral reader #yandere hybrids #yandere hybrid #yandere hybrid oc #yandere hybrid x reader #yandere cat boy hybrid #yandere bunny boy hybrid #yandere bunny hybrid #yandere catboy hybrid #harumyoc

[alinksta]

not me being quite upset by how little talk there has been (amongst mexicans/center latinos) about how Talokán was beautifully adapted from its mythological concept/inspiration, I was loosing my mind.

Allow me to give y’all a little of mythological context because I am a history nerd and the Mesoamerican cultures and mythology are very rad. 

(A spoiler ahead with my interpretation)

Culturally wise, Talokán and its culture take a major inspiration from Maya/Aztec cultures, but the name of the place is strikingly resemblant to that of the Tlalocan from the Mexica culture.

One of the most beautiful heavens/paradises.

The Tlalocan is ruled by Tlaloc the (Mexica) god of lightning, rain, earthquakes, and agriculture. This place was described as a paradise from which the waters that benefited life on earth flowed; in this place resided Lord Tlaloc's favorites, those who died: 1) drowned, 2) of leprosy (as well as the bubonic, mangy, gouty and hydropic), 3) fulminated by lightning. 

It was said that the souls that dwell in this paradise are extremely happy and would enjoy the fullness of a place where there would always be cornfields and all kinds of herbs that were green and fresh, and fragrant flowers.

I also noticed a little wink with his Maya counterpart Chaac who dwelt in caves and cenotes, the entrances to the Mayan underworld, the Xibalbá.

With this information in mind, you can imagine how I was loosing it when Namor explained what happened before and after he was born and how it brilliantly aligns with some of the conditions of HOW TO ENTER INTO THE TLALOCAN.

Magical plant aside (which was found underwater in the entrance to an underwater cave/cenote, and the future civilization resides in/is a literal underworld), they were dying of Small pox (if I remember correctly) and that easily falls under condition #2 for a soul to enter the Tlalocan; after ingesting the plant they did die but condition #1 is also fulfilled because they can no longer reside on the surface because they would “drown”/suffocate.

I'm so overjoyed how well portrayed/adapted/researched everything was, and as a history nerd and Mexican I’m very proud of how my culture was represented, this movie overdelivered even in the mythological.

LÍIK'IK TALOKAN!

#wakanda forever #black panther #marvel #wakanda forever spoilers #namor #mcu namor #talokan #mexico #mexica mythology #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #black panther 2 #tenoch huerta #mythology #maya mythology

[gaymurdersalad]

Why are the tips of Legacy's hair black? Is it oil or something?

>… You know, I am not sure.

>All I know, Beastly Asker, is that it looked this way after I left Bakersfield behind me. After I put that Bear down like a sick, mangy dog.

>Dear Henry has taken interest in this ordeal as well. I am not sure why. Although, I suppose whatever makes Dear Henry happy makes me positively elated in return.

>It is… Quite unusual indeed, Asker.

>A little studying has revealed a couple unsettling facts of which I have no idea what to do with.

>For one, Askers, this is not Legacy’s real hair. It is a wig. I am not sure when it got this wig or why, but you cannot take it off. It is superglued. I inquired about this to Legacy and simply got a shrug of the shoulders.

>For another, the tips of its hair are… They- They feel… disgusting. You can imagine the texture of wet hairspray, yes? Whatever is intertwined in Legacy’s hair is almost… Goopy. Yet, Askers, when you pull to try and siphon it off, it disappears as soon as it loses contact with Legacy. It is immensely strange. I have no clue what to make of it. Legacy does not know (or seem to care) what all this is about either.

>I am going to try to continue a study of this… Odd Specimen. Once the current research can take a backseat, that is.

>Am I am Odd Specimen to you, Dear Henry?

>In the most loving of ways, son.

>Heheh! Hehehahahah!!

>Please stop smiling like that, boy! You unnerve me!

#murder salad #gaymurdersalad #salad lore

[cyberfreaky]

imagine jake waking reader up while he’s fucking her between her thighs <33

mmmmmm <3

you’d be nestled into jake’s broad chest, his arms coiled around your waist as you slept peacefully. he’d woken up out of the blue, most likely from the aching of his cock straining against his loincloth. he’d abandon the mangy fabric, wrapping his fingers around his thick girth with a hitched breath. a sense of relief would wash over him as he stroked himself slowly, bottom lip caught beneath his canines while his thumb grazed over the leaking tip.

jake’s attention would linger over to your sound body, gently raising your leg to expose your slick cunt. from the way you stirred around and mewled softly — it was clear that you were dreaming about him. your back arched lewdly, the fat of your ass pressing against him so heavenly. jake panted relentlessly as he slid his cock between your supple thighs, groaning deeply as you unconsciously clenched around him.

he’d grind himself into you slowly, the ridges of his length gliding against your sticky folds — deliciously grazing over your swelling clit. your arousal spread down your thighs with each thrust, coating jake in your salacious nectar. “fuck, baby.” he’d grunt, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

it wouldn’t be much longer till your eyes would flutter open, quickly becoming accustomed to the feeling of jake’s hips slamming into you from behind. you knew the dream felt far too real. “jake?” you’d whisper, your question cut short as the stimulation made your body jolt. you’d moan lazily, far too lost in your pleasure to form a coherent sentence. “o-oh my god.”

jake smiled tiredly, pressing a wet kiss onto your cheek. “sorry, hon. didn’t mean to wake you.” he’d continue to fuck himself between your thighs, holding you closer to him as your broken whines filled the room. “havin’ a dirty dream, huh?” jake slid himself out, positioning his glistening cock to your entrance. you bucked yourself against him, desperate to relive the fantasy that you’d just dreamt of. “mm, i know. daddy’s gonna take care of ‘ya, pretty.”

#yummy #jake sully #jake sully smut #jake sully x reader #jake sully x you #jake sully x reader smut #dilf jake sully #avatar #avatar smut #avatar 2009 #atwow #avatar the way of water

[berlingotesque]

I dont think ill ever get over the fact that thomas called grant mangy in a letter- like leave my man alone 😭

LMAOO I MUST CONFESS THAT I LEARNED THIS INFORMATION ABNORMALLY LATE AND THAT IT HAS NEVER LEFT MY MIND SINCE 💀

It’s just so funny to me because clearly everyone can see that Grant is at the end of his rope and Tom just keeps stirring the pot. Now every time I think of this information I remember that Tom has to pick up his paycheck from Grant every month and all I can imagine is Tom making THIS face every time he goes to pick up his paycheck :

#LIKE STOP- #you literally cannot change my mind this is canon to me #Tom is as petty as that #he just doesn’t care that calling Grant mangy might be his last straw #he’s the biggest hater in the studio and I love him for that #thomas connor #grant cohen #batim #batdr #bendy and the ink machine #bendy and the dark revival #thank you for the ask !! #ask response #berlingot’s asks

[jungwnies]

⋅ ⎯ ✈︎ seventeen | s. seventeen playing with their s/o's hair while they cuddle ! | g. romance, fluff ! | w. none ! | r. requested by anon ! | wc. ~1.0k !

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s.coups ⋅ ⎯ ✈︎ 최승철

cute...

the two of you would be laying down on the couch

he's holding you and the two of you are just

watching tv like a normal couple

and he he's playing with the end of your hair

his chin is slightly rested at the top of your head and

ugh, fluff.

jeonghan ⋅ ⎯ ✈︎ 윤정한

HUSBAND MATERIALLL

but anyways

you two would be in bed

yes bed

and the tv isn't even on

you guys are like talking or whatever

whatever you want to talk about ig

but he's just holding you and you're facing each other

but his hand is playing with the ends of your hair and twirling it around his finger

he might even move some hairs out of your face and place a kiss on your forehead

joshua ⋅ ⎯ ✈︎ 홍지수

just finished playing the guitar and wanted to cuddle

so he sat you in between his legs and put his arms around you

but then he started playing with your hair

because it was kind of hard to avoid it

since it was right in front of him

literally plays with it and when he stops

you complain

and he plays with it again

jun ⋅ ⎯ ✈︎ 文俊辉

this man is literally so awkward lol

but i have a feeling he's sweet

he's very timid tbh

but anyways

you guys would be on like

a picnic

that's what i'm imagining so stfu

anyways sorry >.&lt;

he would be laying down with you

on the blanket duh

not the grass!

and the stars are coming out and you're laying on his arm and he's playing with your hair while talking to you

he would randomly start talking about like a potential future with you tbh

while he's playing with your hair subconsciously

hoshi ⋅ ⎯ ✈︎ 권순영

whenever i think about hoshi

i think about horanghae

sob,,,

but anyways

you and hoshi would be on the couch chilling

and he's playing with your hair

or he was just at practice and you're there

cheering him on and what not and he's finally sitting down for a rest

and you let's you lay on his thigh while he's drinking water

he's slightly leaned back and he plays with your hair while he's resting

wonwoo ⋅ ⎯ ✈︎ 전원우

i don't want to go to delulu while writing this because

wonwoo is my bias

probably in bed or something

somewhere quiet and peaceful

and you're cuddled talking about something with some lo-fi music or something

or maybe the tv is on in the background for noise

and you guys are having a conversation, a deep one

and he's just playing with your hair looking at you with the softest eyes ever

tells you how good you look while he's playing with your hair

ugh my heart...

woozi ⋅ ⎯ ✈︎ 이지훈

let's you sit/lay on his lap while he's producing music

whenever he needs breaks he talks to you for a little bit

and plays with your hair reminding you

just how much he loves you

apologizes for taking forever

but i'm sure you understand... right!?!?!

YOU BETTER UNDERSTAND

dk ⋅ ⎯ ✈︎ 이석민

sweetie sweet sweet

you're laying in his arms

and you both are laughing

and once the laughter dies down it's just the sound of you guys breathing

and whatever is playing in the background

he plays with your hair with such delicacy

twirls it around his fingers

tries to braid it but ultimately ends in failure

his tried his best though, it just didn't turn out...

aesthetically pleasing

mingyu ⋅ ⎯ ✈︎ 김민규

HAHHHHHHHH

i see mangy and immediately thing husband material

maybe idk

there's something about him that screams it

the way he presents himself

like okay husband

especially since he's like in charge of hairstyling

you bet this mf is alwaysss playing with your hair

and finding fun things to do with it

nothing too crazy

for the longer haired peopleee he loves playing with it and he even learned how to do buns, braids, and ponytails just by practicing with your hair

if you have shorter hair he still plays with it and finds fun things to do with it

gives you a little massage after just incase he accidentally hurts your scalp

minghao ⋅ ⎯ ✈︎ 徐明浩

i think playing with your hair has become hao's new de-stressing method

whenever he's feeling overwhelmed or stressed he pulls you down to him

literally says nothing but cuddles you

plays with your hair

a few jokes and sarcastic banter here and there

but nevertheless a sweet moment that is not to be forgotten

seungkwan ⋅ ⎯ ✈︎ 부승권

you guys are chilling in bed like

like an old married couple tbh

and he has you in his arms

you guys aren't even having like a serious conversation

probably watching some shitty show on the tv

and arguing with each other playfully

while he plays with your hair

it's not even serious arguing

just playful banter LMFAO

vernon ⋅ ⎯ ✈︎ 최한솔

before i start this

can i mention how

vernon has disney knees 😭

anyways

vernon would be cuddling with you

i can imagine like

a drive in movie thing

idk he's cliche like that

but you guys are watching a movie in the car

yeah yeah cute ig ...

and he's playing with your hair while he's just focused on the movie

doesn't even realize he's playing with your hair

yeah..

this made me feel a little lonely 😩

dino ⋅ ⎯ ✈︎ 이찬

like a lot of the other members

he plays with your hair subconsciously

a lot

chan is sweet

when he wants to be

anyways

he's playing with your hair most likely while cuddling

on the couch or in bed

it doesn't matter

it's second nature to him

he's always doing it

2022 © jungwnies

#seventeen reaction #seventeen headcanon #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fanfic #seungcheol x reader #jeonghan x reader #joshua x reader #jun x reader #hoshi x reader #wonwoo x reader #woozi x reader #seokmin x reader #mingyu x reader #minghao x reader #the8 x reader #dokyeom x reader #s.coups x reader #jihoon x reader #soonyoung x reader #seungkwan x reader #vernon x reader #dino x reader #lee chan x reader #jungwnies #𐐪♡︎₊˚ ― jungwnies #♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° ― requested

[anonymous-dentist]

Once upon a time in a kingdom far, far away there lived a brother and a sister in a hollow tree in the forest. The brother was older, and so he took to working to provide for himself and his sister, much to the sister's annoyance.

Every day, the brother would leave his tree to sell leaves in the market. Every day, he would come home with half a penny, and he and his sister could afford rice for dinner.

One day, the brother's business was interrupted by a rather rude customer: a little brown tabby cat who stole his leaves away like the wind!

"Come back here, you mangy cat!" the brother shouted, and he ran after the cat, waving his stick around like a sword.

(For, you see, the brother dreamed of being a knight in the service of the Eternal King so as to provide for his sister better. He did not yet know that doing so would never be possible for one like him.)

He chased the cat, but he lost it in the crowd. Returning to his corner of the market, he discovered that his leaves had all been blown away in the commotion, leaving him with not even half a penny for his day's work. He and his sister went without supper, and they slept in the cold.

The next day, the brother set up in his corner with a fresh load of leaves.

As had happened the day before, he was rudely interrupted by the cat. It stole his leaves away, he chased it, he returned home with nothing.

"I need to kill that cat," he told his sister.

"No!" she exclaimed.

She slapped him. He slapped her back. The man outside watched.

"Bring that cat home," the sister instructed. "Tell it we have all the leaves it could ever want here."

The brother and his sister went without supper for a second day, and they slept in the cold.

The next day, the brother remembered what his sister had told him. When the cat appeared, he told it, "If you come home with me this afternoon, you'll have all the leaves you could ever want."

The cat listened, ears twitching, and it waited. The brother went home with a half-penny, and he and his sister ate rice for supper, the cat played with the leaves in the forest, and the man outside chose.

The next day at the market, the brother set up his leaves, and the cat stayed with him all the while.

Towards the end of the day, the king came to the market with his royal guard. The brother watched with wide eyes, imagining himself in such fancy armor and with the pay to match.

"Be warned!" the king said. "Be wary of going into the woods! There is a bear, and I would rather not any of my perfect citizens be eaten."

That night, the brother went home with a half-penny for his sister, and they had rice for supper.

"A bear?" the sister asked. "I hate bears."

"I don't know," the brother replied. "I think they're cool. Even if they do eat annoying little girls."

He growled, and he chased his sister around the room, and the man outside knocked at the door. But the children in all their merriment heard nothing.

But the cat did.

The next day, the brother left for the market with his leaves and his cat. But the cat had its eyes wide open, searching the woods.

"Stop being so paranoid," the brother said. He tapped the cat on the head annoyedly. "Bears don't eat cats."

"No, but they do eat little boys," said the man, sliding up next to the brother. "I would be careful, if I were you."

The brother was naturally frightened, but he was also a knight in training. Basically. So he stood up straight, and he looked the man in the eye, and he said, "Don't worry, I'm not scared!"

"Good," said the man. "There isn't anything to be scared of."

The cat hissed. The brother grumbled and kicked at it.

"Isn't he your friend?" the man asked.

"No," replied the brother. "I don't like animals. Especially cats."

"Oh, well that's good," said the man. "Because I would like to buy you."

He was looking at the cat, and so the brother assumed that he was intending to buy the cat. The annoying, annoying cat.

So the brother grinned and nodded. "Okay! I need to go to work now, but you can come to my house tonight to get it!"

"That sounds fair," said the man. He extended a hand, and the brother took it. "I will see you tonight."

The brother blinked, and then the man was gone. The cat, unfortunately, remained.

The brother went to the market, he sold his leaves, and he went home with one half-penny. He and his sister had rice for supper, and he didn't tell her a thing about the man in the woods or the cat. She liked the cat, and he didn't want to deal with another argument when they would be getting enough money out of the exchange for rice and beans for supper.

At midnight, as the sister slept, the brother heard a knock-knock-knock at the door. Outside was the man, and next to him was a large cage.

"In here, please," the man said.

The brother tried to usher the cat in, but it wouldn't get close to the man or his cage. So, angrily, he picked the cat up and crawled into the cage with it.

The cage's door slammed shut behind him.

"Well, that's convenient," said the man. He crouched in front of the cage, and it was only now that the brother noticed the pure black of his eyes and the unnatural stretch of his smile. "I was thinking an owl, but a cat will do just as well."

It was the brother's first cell, and what an important word that would be for him in the future.

But, for now, he held his cat close to his chest, and he cried as the world went dark around him.

The next morning, the sister woke up to her brother missing and a bag of gold coins on the bed he used to lay in.

#royalty au 🕷️🐱 #a.d.'s fics i suppose #a.d.'s fics i suppose. #can you tell i have eight different copies of grimm's lol #also the poor ao3-onlies