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gentlebeardsbarngrill · 2 months

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02/20/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Cast&CrewSightings;SambaSchutteBTS;RhysDarbyCameo; DavidJenkins/RuiboQian; SaveOFMDCrew IG; Articles; Analysis & Trends; LoveNotes;DailyDarby/Tonight'sTaika;

== Cast & Crew Sightings ==

= Samba Schute Feat Rhys Darby =

Srcs: Samba's Instagram

Videos on Tumblr:

Steard Video - @kiwistede

Merstede Video - @kiwistede

Videos on IG:

Steard Video

Merstede Video

And just to distract all of you again: gif courtesy of @bizarrelittlemew

== Rhys Darby ==

The Our Flag Means Death Fan Page on Facebook was kind enough to get a Cameo for the crew! This one features all things to visit if you're heading to Aotearoa! It's quite a large file so tumblr won't let me upload it so please visit: their site (where you can download the video) or on facebook!

The admin on the page was also kind enough to give us some links to the places he talks about in the video! Thanks friends!

Te Henga Walkway

Kemeu, New Zealand

Te Rimu Tahi Ponsonby

Aoraki Mount Cook National Park

Fiordland National Park

Franz Josef Glacier

Lake Tekapo

Punakaiki

Piopiotahi

== David Jenkins / Ruibo Qian ==

Hey! We got some proof of life from Chaos Dad on Samba's BTS, and a bit of love from Ruibo!

＝＝ Fan Spotlight ＝＝

February Love Collage Fest! So I am very behind on these so I'm going to share a few a day to try and catch up on these awesome collages our dear crewmember WanderingNomad @wndrngnomad on Twitter made!

Today's: Feb 20: Ra Vincent!

Feb 1 : Samba Schutte

== Save OFMD Crew IG Calendar ==

Over on Instagram the SaveOFMD Crew is keeping engagement up with "Crossover Cruesday", suggesting lots of fun ofmd crossovers (including Jurassic Park!) Feel free to check them out on their stories!

Tomorrow's engagement is #WrongWednesday!

== Analysis & Trends ==

So much data regarding OFMD's rank on Max. Thank you @adoptourcrew for this awesome analysis!

FULL EPISODE: https://t.co/HFVLQgm1Um

＝Trends＝

Huh, I wonder why RHYS could be trending today?

Thanks to @iamadequate1 for catching that #OurFlagMeansDeath was trending! A lot higher than the last few days too.

==Articles==

All The Shows Canceled In 2024 On TV & Streaming (So Far)

13 TV Shows Have Been Canceled in 2024 (Including 2 Netflix Series, 4 HBO Shows & More)

== Love Notes ==

Can I just take a moment here to tell you how very proud I am of you lovelies? Like seriously, you are being so supportive and sweet towards each other. You've been sending out love and positivity and sexy things to make everyone feel better and gah I just, every time I flip through this site/cross platform I am so incredibly moved. You all are the absolute best, and I'm so very grateful to be a part of this wonderful group of misfits. I'm sure I've said this recently, but IM SAYING IT AGAIN BECAUSE I FUCKING MEAN IT. Okay sorry for the caps, but for real I love you guys (gn), you make me smile and laugh every single day and I just you make the world such a better place to be in. I hope you know just how much you matter and what an amazing job you're doing making this community great. And I just wanted to add some additional love notes from @bethdrawsthings on IG because she always has things I want to say too. Goodnight or Goodday lovelies, I can't wait to see what shenanigans and love we get up to tomorrow <3

= Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika =

ALRIGHT, alright. You might think I'm lazy in choosing the gif everyone has seen but I just can't let you leave this post without seeing it again. Plus it fits with a taika gif, I love.

Taika gif courtesy @meluli!

Rhys gif courtesy of @bizarrelittlemew right here on tumblr!

And bonus Taika cause it's #TaikaTuesday, and I feel like it follows the theme... after...whatever happens after the gifs above. @blakbonnet Ty once again for this lovely gifset <3<3<3 It's HD and Gorgeous and you rock my socks off.

#ofmd daily recap #ofmd daily recaps #daily ofmd recap #daily ofmd recaps #rhys darby #ruibo qian #david jenkins #samba schutte #ofmd #ofmd bts #our flag means death #save our flag means death #saveofmd #adopt our crew #save ofmd #renew our flag means death

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pinknipszz · 4 months

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dragon!simon riley and phoenix!reader

for centuries, humans have honored the phoenix. they fell to their knees at the steps of your temple, uttering graces in hopes of prosperity and good fortune. they often came with baskets of tangerines and figs, barrels of wine, and bars of gold. you were generous on most days since humans were your favorite. even in the most vile, like arrogant kings and nobles, all of whom you struck down, you found entertainment.

humans found pleasure in you, as well, albeit vicariously through. you were an elegant creature, with sun-kissed feathers and a long, sweeping tail that draped from your figure like a dress. many were tempted to climb up the temple steps, and some had the gall to try, but never made it past the third step. you spent your immortal days like this—munching on fruit on an elevated seat, revered like a glorified empress.

until one day, you felt an unwelcome presence enter your realm. the sensation was fleeting, but it put you on high alert.

then the humans stopped visiting you. you weren’t concerned about it at first. perhaps there was a drought or maybe a flood that swept the villages, killing hundreds of thousands. that happened often with how fragile they were. whatever it was, you knew they would come running back to you with more gifts. or so you thought. you grew wary of how many nights passed without a single mortal stumbling upon your temple.

one night, you caught onto the reason for your realm’s silence, the humans’ absence. it was a mistake on his part, really. a misstep that revealed himself to you far sooner than he planned.

“i’m impressed by your stealth, though i don’t appreciate whatever you did to my villagers.” you called out into the dark forest, waiting for a response. you only had one source of light—a lantern in your hand that did more to illuminate your face than cast away the shadows hiding your intruder. when none came, you considered retreating inside.

you were in no shape or form to hold a fight against whatever beast was out there. you could try to shift into your full form and fly out into the sky, only returning after a long while, but you needed offerings to do so, and the most recent, a rotting basket of persimmons, could only do so much. perhaps those were its intentions, you thought bitterly. killing my humans to make me weak.

you were pulled out of your stupor when a large figure suddenly materialized from the darkness. it was tall and broad, cloaked in heavy fabric with a strange mask over its face. underneath all of that cloth, however, you saw a pair of eyes. scoffing, the grip on your lantern tightened. “do you consider myself a fool, fallible to your cheap scare-tactic?”

when it—or he—tilted his head, almost mockingly, you bit your cheek. the nerve!

“you are trespassing this sacred place, vagrant. you must leave and never come back, unless you have something to offer.” you warned, your composure faltering as he approached the temple slowly. he was nearing the steps, but you held your ground. he walked up the first step, and then the second, third, and fourth—

your breath hitched, catching something that couldn’t have possibly been seen from afar. your lantern light reflected strange specks that littered the exposed skin on his neck and arms. they looked like scales, you realized, dragon scales.

the shadows enveloped you, and you were face-to-face with his chest. you craned up to meet the storm behind those muddled eyes, before the lantern slipped from your grip.

(masterlist)

>> wanted to push out a cod ficlet before the yr ended tbh; might turn this into a series if im not lazy

#simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost x reader #call of duty #cod modern warfare #alternate universe #dragon/phoenix au #simon ghost riley

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dottores · 2 years

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the closest to heaven | sanzu h.

sanzu haruchiyo x fem!reader

summary: im sorry im so lazy and i just want to post this -- soft sex w vulnerable house husband sanzu

warnings: bonten timeline au, sub!sanzu, house husband!sanzu, vulnerable!sanzu, gang executive!reader, soft dom/service dom!reader, kind of body worship, praise, pet names (baby), slight breeding kink, mentions of past severe physical wounds/implied disability + ptsd because of them (Sanzu)

notes: this is very much selfship and i was hesitant on sharing but my friends convinced, please be mindful with tags, i just wanted to be soft with haruchiyo sobs + i also might be basing a mini series off of this

wordcount: 3.3k

not doing full taglist: @kaeyaphoria @scandescent @sano-obsessed @thomaphoria @dear-xiao @manjiroscum @arozaur @kazuwhora

He tried his best. He really, really did. But as much as he wished to be, and as much as he tried to be, Sanzu Haruchiyo was just simply not cut out to be a house husband. He could not cook--everything he tried to cook ended up inedible and he had nearly set your home on fire several times, causing more work for you when all he wanted was to make something for you so you could relax after a long day at work; he could not clean, he had the attention span of a gnat and every time he tried, he got distracted and forgot to finish and only remembered when you came home with that disappointed stare as you looked around the apartment and his heart felt like it was lodged in his throat.

Because you took care of him so well, you bought him everything he wanted, made sure that he never had to ask for anything, work for anything, and he couldn’t even give you the most simple things. He missed being able to be by your side and he hated trying to do things for you and failing miserably.

And the worst part was that everybody knew. Ran, who was the perfect house husband for his partner--home always spotless and fancy dinners always made for when they came home from work. Rindou, who worked with you, who Sanzu knew had his eye on you and looked down on him knowing that he would be able to do better for you.

He hated it.

And Ran was vocal about it, constantly making snide comments whenever they crossed paths in the apartment complex, like today. Rindou didn’t need to be, it showed on his face whenever Sanzu showed up with you to a work event on your arm--the flash of hatred, disgust, jealousy.

He hated it.

And he tried his best to pretend it didn’t bother him but…

“You cause more work for her than you do help, don’t even know why she still wastes her time with you.”

He stared out the window, Ran’s words ringing through his head over and over and over again as he tried to answer the question himself. Why, why, why, why?

But no answer came.

You came home late again. A sigh on your lips as you slipped off the blazer you wore to the negotiation meeting, hanging it up on the coat rack before tugging the tie around your neck, letting it hang loose. You turned your attention back toward the rest of the apartment, frowning when Sanzu wasn’t there to greet you, and when you didn’t smell the burnt attempt at dinner like you usually did.

You frowned, “Haruchiyo,” you called, anxiety building when you got no response from your husband, “Baby, where are you?”

You dropped your bag to the ground as panic began to set in when you got no response. Flicking the lights on to look in the kitchen for him, throat closing up when you realized he wasn’t sitting at the table waiting for you.

“Baby?” your voice edged at a more desperate tone, mind beginning to swarm with worst case scenario thoughts. It wouldn’t be the first time that Bonten’s enemies went after its executives’ loved ones as a means to get to them, and while you knew Sanzu could take care of himself, having been Bonten Number Two until the incident that rendered both him and Haitani Ran bedridden for nearly a year and removed from their positions in the organization, it had also been three years since he had actually had to fight, or train.

“Ba-” you began, heart lodged in your throat but you cut yourself off with a sigh of relief when you saw your husband curled up on the seat by the window, forehead pressed against the glass, knees tucked to his chest. “Baby, what’re you doing?” you asked softly as you approached him. He didn’t react, and a frown tugged at your lips when you reached out to touch his shoulder, heartbeat faltering when Sanzu physically flinched at the touch, finally tearing his gaze from the window to look at you.

“Hey,” you kept your voice soft as to not startle him, kneeling next to him on the seat by the window. You brought one hand up to touch his face, gently cupping his cheek and you hated how his eyes were glassy as they met yours before they fluttered shut, leaning into your touch. You leaned in, bringing your free hand to his opposite cheek, holding his face in your hands as you traced his cheekbones with your thumb. He let out a shaky breath, hot against your skin, “Baby, talk to me.”

His lips parted as if he were going to speak, eyes briefly opening before he closed his lips and looked away. You shifted closer, pressing your lips against his pink ones gently and you swore your heart broke when you felt his lips trembling against yours. Your lips moved slowly against his, trying to soothe him into a less distressed state because you knew from years of experience that when Sanzu got quiet and shaky, his mental state was bad.

After a few moments, you pulled back, lips brushing his, “Talk to me,” you murmured.

And for a second, you feared he was going to look away again but instead, he looked up at you through his lashes, jaw clenched momentarily before his lips parted to speak, “I don’t know why you want me,” he said, and your heart dropped in your chest, “I’m not-I don’t do anything good for you-”

“What?” you gaped, voice little over a whisper, interrupting him, but he ignored you.

“I fuck everything up,” he continued, “Everybody knows it. I make so much extra work for you and I can’t protect you like I used to and-”

“Haruchiyo!” you said sharply and Sanzu’s lips zipped shut instantly, he looked away. You forced him to look back at you, “Haruchiyo, I want you because I love you.”

He didn’t believe you, and your stomach sunk when you noticed the dark look on his face, and you opened your mouth to say something else but paused, a new idea coming to mind, “C’mere, let’s get off the window seat, yeah?” you murmured and Sanzu’s eyes narrowed but you didn’t give him the chance to argue, helping to tug him to his feet.

You pulled him over to the bed gently, laying him back and you watched as his face tinted pink as he looked away from you. You only smiled lightly, cupping his cheeks again and making him look at you, “Look at me, baby,” you murmured and you watched as Sanzu looked up at you through his long, wet lashes. You stroked the skin of his cheeks and his chest was rising and falling rapidly as you straddled his waist. “I love coming home to you trying to cook me something, Haru, and-”

“I fuck up,” Sanzu interrupted, “Burn shit, make a mess, I make things so much harder and-”

You shut him up by pressing your lips against his softly, “And I love it regardless,” and you watch as he physically faltered, confusion covering his face as his brows furrowed, “Haruchiyo, the fact that you keep trying and trying even though it doesn’t turn out the way you want means the world to me.”

And your voice choked up because you hated seeing him like this. It had been so long since he had worked himself up into a state like this and the last time it had happened it had gotten messy in the worst ways--it had been right after the accident when Mikey had told him that he wouldn’t be able to take his place back as Bonten’s second. He had gotten nasty, cruel and Rindou and Ran and even Kakucho and Kokonoi had told you to take a break, to let him ride out his anger on his own but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

Because he wasn’t angry, he was hurt and upset and he didn’t know how to cope with the change and what type of friend would you have been if you had left him to suffer on his own?

So you pushed through despite the vile words and insults spit toward you and you were there as the anger shifted to distress and you were able to catch him before he hit rock bottom.

You pressed your lips to his forehead, lingering there for a moment before pulling back again, “I know adjusting hasn’t been easy, and I know you’re trying your best for me-”

“It’s been years,” his voice was hoarse, “I should be-”

“Three years is nothing in comparison to a lifestyle you had grown used to for almost twenty, Haruchiyo,” you interrupted him, “But you’re trying and-”

“But Ran-”

“I don’t give a shit about Ran,” you said sharply, watching as his face shifted into one of surprise, “I don’t care about any of them like I do for you. If I had a choice of any person in the world, I would still choose you a million times over because I love you, Haruchiyo.”

His chest heaving and his breath was shaky and you could tell that he was trying his best not to crumble. “I love you,” his voice was little over a breath and his eyes were glassy and your chest tightened almost painfully as you leaned down to kiss him again. Sanzu didn’t verbalize his emotions often, he’d rather show them through his actions, and you knew that when he did it was always a huge show of vulnerability on his part.

This time, his hands came up to your face, one hand sliding behind your head and the other cupping your cheek. His lips moved against yours insistently, desperately, he clung to you like a lifeline and you kissed him back just as urgently, hoping to convey all of the emotions that you couldn’t quite figure out how to voice out loud. The ‘I love yous’ that ran deeper than just mere words and the ‘I’ll never leave you’ that you knew he didn’t believe whenever you told him.

“So much,” you breathed out against his lips, “So fuckin’ much, Haru, you make everything worth it.”

“Stop that,” his voice shook and you wanted to cry because you knew he couldn’t handle affection--verbal, physical or otherwise. He had gotten better with physical affection over the years but verbal always made him curl in on himself, it broke down walls that he wasn’t ready to let fall.

“No,” you said and pressed your lips back to his before he could protest, one hand coming up to grab the hand he had cupping your face, intertwining your fingers and pressing his hand down against the mattress next to his head. His free hand fell to your waist, dipping beneath your dress shirt to touch your skin, fingers digging in almost painfully, and you slipped your other hand behind his head, holding him as close as possible.

Your tongue traced the inside of his mouth, tasting the honey on his tongue and the spice on his lips. After a few moments, you pulled back, kissing the rough skin of the diamond-shaped scar on the right side of his lips.

“You’re so pretty, Haru,” you murmured, and your name left his lips so shakily that it nearly had you tearing up. But instead, you focused your attention on his neck, sucking gently, tracing soft patterns on the sensitive skin that always had him whimpering and gasping. His grip tightened on your hand as your teeth grazed his skin, you peeked up at his face, entranced by the light flush decorating his cheeks and the way he bit down hard on his bottom lip. “Prettiest boy in the whole world.”

He inhaled sharply as your teeth dug down lightly into the crevice of his neck, a soft whine, muffled from where he was biting his lip, vibrated in his chest and throat.

Your free hand slid from behind his head down to his chest, your other hand squeezed his gently as you worked at unbuttoning his shirt, exposing the skin of his chest. Your nails traced patterns on his skin, his body jerked as you ran your pointer finger around his nipple, breath heavy.

He murmured your name again and you pulled your lips from his neck, eyes falling on his pretty green ones, dark and dilated and barely focused on you.

“You’re so sensitive, baby,” you giggled, amused, watching as the flush spread across his face darkened.

“‘m not,” he said quietly but the protest was only half-hearted.

“Gonna let me take care of you tonight?” you asked, searching his face for any sort of hesitancy. Sanzu hated giving up control—so much of his life was already out of his own control that he clutched onto any sort of sense of control he possibly could, and you would never push if he was uncomfortable with ceding it to you.

His lips, puffy and red from your kisses, parted to say something. No words left his lips but after a few moments, he nodded, “Yeah,” he said and you smiled at him.

“I’ve got you, baby,” you whispered, bringing your lips back to his neck and dragging them down to his collarbone. His breath was quick and heavy as your hand trailed down his chest and abdomen, tracing the lines of his abdomen and the scars decorating his skin.

You slid down his body, lips running along his skin, your free hand drifting down to the waistband of his pants as you pressed soft kisses along the deep scar etched across his chest and upper abdomen—the remnants of the wound that prevented Sanzu from returning to his position in Bonten.

His breath caught and his grip on your hand tightened again, you could feel his eyes trained on you. “Relax, baby,” you murmured against his skin before repeating, “I got you.”

He didn’t respond but he let his body sink into the mattress, only lifting his hips to help you slip off his pants and underwear. His grip on your hand remained tight and you smiled against his abdomen as your other hand wrapped gently around his cock. A soft whimper slipped from his lips as you lazily pumped him, thumb running over his leaky tip, smearing precum over his head and down his length.

Your name left his lips as little more than a breath, trailing off into a half-whine and you squeezed his hand gently as reassurance. “I’ve got you,” you repeated, “always got you, Haruchiyo.”

You pulled your lips from his abdomen and slid down a little more, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his cock, watching as his hips jerked up and he let out a sharp inhale.

You moved back up his body, straddling his hips, suppressing the moan that rose to your chest when you felt his cock slide between your folds. Sanzu was unable to muffle the moan, a pretty, soft moan escaping his lips as his hips bucked up.

You ran your thumb over the back of his hand soothingly, your free hand coming up to cup his face as you sunk down on his cock. Your lips parted at the feeling of Sanzu’s cock stretching your walls, thighs trembling lightly on either side of his hips. Your fingers traced his cheekbones, lips grazing his as he let out another moan, breath hot and quick mixing with yours and it made you dizzy.

Your eyes fluttered shut as he bottomed out inside of you but you forced them back open, intent on watching him instead. His cheeks were flushed pink, eyes squeezed shut.

You ran your fingers over his swollen bottom lip, “Open your eyes, baby,” you said quietly, watching raptly as Sanzu’s eyes opened, green eyes lidded and glassy and unfocused, hair splayed out on the mattress beneath his head.

“You’re so pretty, Haru,” you murmured again, shivering at the feeling of hot breath quickening against your fingers, at the way he could barely hold his eyes open.

You rolled your hips against his, letting out a soft moan as you felt his cock drag against your walls. Sanzu groaned against the fingers resting on his lips and you brought your hand back to his cheek, the tips of your fingers gently running through his loose hair.

You pressed your lips against his jaw, muffling your moans, kissing up and down his neck, more focused on the pretty sounds spilling from his lips than your own pleasure.

His grip on your hand was tight and the fingers of his free hand were trembling against your thigh as you picked up the pace of your hips, rocking yourself harder, faster, you could feel his tip nudging your cervix with every bounce of your hips; listening as the soft moans and whimpers shifted into louder ones, higher pitched.

Your eyes flickered back up to his face, watching as his green half-rolled back, as his jaw went slack, as his grip tightened on your hand and the fingers against your thigh pressed in deeper.

He was close, you could hear it in how his moans grew more desperate, in how his hips rocked up to meet yours, in how he pressed his head back hard against the mattress.

“That’s it, baby,” your voice broke mid-sentence, a moan slipping out instead, “That’s it.”

“Feels s’good,” Sanzu slurred, bucking his hips up faster against yours, “So good.”

His lashes were wet and eyes were watery and you couldn’t draw your gaze from his face. “Wanna feel you cum for me, baby,” you gasped, “wanna feel you fill me up.”

The pace of your hips became erratic, desperate to bring both Sanzu and yourself to your highs. At your words, Sanzu’s moan choked, head tossed back, tears slipping down his face, “‘m cummin’, fuck, fuck, ‘m cumming, I-“

Your mouth dropped open and you pressed your lips hard against his as you felt him spill his release inside of you, teeth nearly clashing against his as you groaned into his mouth, eyes fluttering shut as your own high hit you suddenly.

You grinded your hips down hard against his, shaky as you rode out your high, feeling Sanzu whimper into your mouth, squeezing your hand tight as sensitivity began to take hold.

Your breath was heavy as you panted against his lips, body coming to rest limp on Sanzu’s chest. You lifted your head up to press soft kisses against his jaw and neck, kissing both of his scars, lips caressing the rough skin before you finally kissed his lips, your free hand wiping the stray tears that had spilled from his eyes.

His lips moved weak against yours, chest still rising and falling rapidly as he tried to recover from his high.

“I love you,” you murmured against his lips, “So fucking much. No one could ever compare to you, Haruchiyo.”

You weren’t even sure if he was fully registering what you were saying, eyes still unfocused on your face, chest still heaving. And you knew it wouldn’t be enough, you knew in a few weeks he would probably face that same rattling fear of abandonment and insecurity but you would make sure to be there again so you could wash them away.

#sanzu x reader #sanzu smut #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut #sanzu x you #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #sanzu haruchiyo smut #sanzu haruchiyo x you #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev smut #tokyo rev x you #cat’s selfships ;; caru

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prestonmonterey · 2 months

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intro

!! plz dont send me chain asks !!

(pronouns page is linked on there but also here if you dont wanna look for it:)

ok so uhh basically the gist of it

im preston

uhh for names call me preston or pres or squid or orion or jaxon or actually just whatever you want i dont mind (more on my prounouns page) (if we're friends/moots feel free to gimme a nickname if ya want)

pronouns are it/he/they (the order of preference changes from time to time also neos are alright just anything other than she/her)

fandoms im most active in: varian and the seven kingdoms/tangled the series, camp here and there (will wood too!!), adamandi, the art of pleasing princes, starkid, spies are forever and percy jackson (mostly the musical bc im in a production of it :)

you can always interact with me! apparently im intimidating but i swear im really nice (i think) and id be really happy if you sent an ask at any time :3 i promise i wont get annoyed even if you think youre being annoying i just really like interacting with cool people :3

you can tag me in anything and everything! i promise ill look at it :3 and i try my best to do tag games and stuff (lmk if you dont want me to tag ya) but if i dont uhh, just assume i was like, really tired that day, or ive been tagged by another moot in that game before and im too lazy to dig it up :P sry

uhh im a minor too so like nsfw/18+ blogs dni

i try my best to use tone tags but if i forget and you need them please let me know!! (i also find tone tags helpful for myself) :3

theres more info on my card about like other stuff too

tag key:

#marble musings = original posts

#marble monologues = long posts/reblogs usually about chnt or just like existentialism idk

#marble draws = art/fanart/crafts/cosplay type thing

#marble games = i make games on google forms! hoping to learn to code or get an actual game engine to make full games past like choose your own adventures

#marble music = song covers :3 (yes i have all the filtered instrumentals i used for adamandi, lmk if you want them i can send em over discord or something)

#marble asks = answering stuff in my ask box

i think thats all of them :3 might add more eventually, and sometimes i forget to tag properly so sorry about that :(

i have some sideblogs if you wanna check em out (not super active on them but ill still try to respond if you shoot me an ask)

vent/writing sideblog: @lonelyinkcap (you can interact with my vents i dont really care. i mean. if im talkin about someone please dont fucking go like "but have you considered that theyre going through something" because uhh yes i have and also fuck you stop making my panic attacks worse :P) (if you know me irl. um. you can do whatever ig. i mean i cant exactly stop you. but proceed with caution. some of them might be vagueposts about you. im not gonna fuckin tell ya tho. also if you see anything concerning there. um. no ya dont. and definitely dont bring any of it up in conversation irl.)

hatchetfield rp sideblogs: @thelilcloverpatch @fading-angelic-starlight @marble-man @honey-sparrow @ivy-wreathed-arches and @hatchetfield-bone-thief (not sure why that one isnt properly linking but i swear its there you can search if you want)

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adrikazu · 2 years

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XIAO X READER : almond joys

PART THREE

series CW: highschool AU, hu tao, tartaglia, cats, xiao, venti, halloween, sleepovers, ETC

ex: Y/N, their simple life with cats, and their friends. usually things like this wouldn't occur, but due to Hu tao's way of doing things, it did. And now? you're stuck seeing this arrogantly attractive person with golden eyes and pretty hair, who likes cats just as much as you, all the time.

part 2!

Skies were a blue, a color greatly missed. The toothbrush they held almost slipped out from their hand onto the floor and their uniform seemed to be just right.

Cat bowls were full with handmade nutritious goodies and they cats overjoyed it. Y/N stood by, watched them and cooed to their feline family.

Their mixtures of brown, white, and blue eyes felt ethereal. Could such a beautiful cat be real?

They stayed up late studying, finishing homework, and more.

It was becoming more of a workload with Mom out of town.

Y/N kneeled down to touch Julianne who closed her eyes and rested against their hand.

"I might have to get you guys some baby sitters hm?"

The cat paid no attention, while the others were beginning to finish up.

Y/N sighed.

"I found this note in the pocket of my uniform this morning."

They took out the demolished note of paper.

The washing machine tore it to bits but they were big enough for it to recognizable as a note.

"Wonder who it's from. I certainly can't tell fuzzy hand writing now."

More cats began to surround drowsy Y/N.

"Oh yeah, before I forget,"

They got up from the floor and approached their book bag. Inside, they took out the familiar pink and useless object.

The cat licker.

Y/N thought it would've been no use to try it out, but it would be funny if they recorded the cat licker having no effect on their cats.

They took out their phone and then the car licker inside their hand and pet the cats.

To their shock the cats, indeed, leaned in the licker more than a regular pet.

"..." Y/N stayed silent.

They deleted the video, and they would never reveal this secret to anyone. Quietly, they placed the toy into a random cabinet.

Y/N ran for the hills, or to be precise, to the school. Today was going to be a half day because of an early Halloween event going on. The weekend was coming, which meant Halloween.

I didn't even realize, they thought.

Decided on a pretty solid statement; Hu tao would gain some popularity and have some event outside of school for the holiday.

No one really understood why Y/N went to school so early. To be fair, they didn't exactly why either.

Early bird catches the worm, yet they wake up so tiredly and lazy.

Soon enough slow steps were taken in the schools direction. In all honesty, Y/N's mother was just in the country side for some months to take care of their grandparents.

Y/N's father you say? Well, he's on a trip to Inazuma. Neither Y/N nor their mother know how he's going to get in but, they wish him safe travels.

The closer they got to the school, to more students they began to see. Consider the amount of students in total they saw was around 5 or less, though.

The school doors weren't opened yet but they would be in a few minutes so Y/N just had to stand around.

They glanced over to some benches but noticed the rain from yesterday had doused them head to toe. Or seat to legs?

Hu tao texted Y/N.

6:58 AM : October 29

who tao

HEEEYYYY IM GONNA BE LATE!!!! the nusery home grandmas sensed my intentions and threw hands!!!!!

Y/N laughed, but decided against scolding her.

Y/N poop face

alright, i'm probably gonna see childe so prepare yourself for his shit later

who tao

roger that!!!!!!

—

The doors opened.

And Y/N caught a jet black headed hair boy next to a familiar blue haired person with cyan braids.

And then it hit them. "Ohh that Venti guy whos one of the school student leaders!! Didn't they say they were going to be a bard?"

Again, social interaction by itself was not one of Y/N's talents. So they shrugged it off and went to the direction of their homeroom.

The cyan and black haired pair passed them while Y/N stood in the doorway of their homeroom just in case Childe was there to terrorize them.

They felt eyes burn into the back of their head so they turned around, and was met with amber eyes who had eyes similar to a cats.

"A cat...!?" Y/N's jaw dropped for a moment before looking at all of the persons features and recognized it was the boy from the rainy day.

They never noticed his eyes but they were surprisingly unique and beautiful.

"Hey! You're Y/N right? We've been buddies for more than a couple projects in our classes the last two years."

Y/N came back to reality.

"Oh! Yes! I am, I remember you. What's up?"

The cyan braids person questioned while Mr. angry kitty cat pants crossed his arms and huffed behind it and looked to the railing down to the cafeteria.

"Did you see my note?"

Y/N deadpanned.

"The note huh..."

They said the next few lines with a blank yet embarrassed face.

"My washing machine turned it into grains of rice..."

The future bard and Mr angry cat looked at them with two widely different expressions.

Venti bursted out laughing, holding their stomach.

"Man! That's funny, well I'll tell ya in person!"

They calmed their laughter.

"I wanted to tell you about this slumber party Hu tao's having this weekend before she tells you."

Y/N looked at Venti confused.

"Why'd you wanna tell me first?”

"Hu tao will probably go on and on about decorating her house and all of that you know?"

Y/N paused and thought.

"You do make a valid point... but I don't mind listening to her rant. She's gonna need someone to listen to her shenanigans anyway."

Venti nodded.

"Either it be the Counselor, or a dumbbell."

Both of them chuckled.

"Are you going?"

Venti asked, a widening smile of excitement on his face.

"I probably do. When is it being held?"

"It starts tonight, it's probably gonna be a party until 2am and then the people who were invited to sleep over stay for maybe 3 days until monday."

Y/N huffed and crossed their arms.

"I hope she doesn't hex us."

"Venti if I go missing and you survive take care of my cats will you? I don't trust Childe with them."

Venti chuckled nervously.

"A-Actually! My best friend right here loves cats! Right Xiao!?"

Xiao...

Xiao returned out of his spacing out session.

"Cats...?"

"Yeah! T-The... fluffy things."

Y/N chuckled.

"Are you allergic?"

Venti made an incomprehensible sound of fright.

"H-How'd you know!"

"It's painfully obvious! Well glad I know now, my rag dolls have more fur than hair on that Razor kid's head..."

Without either of them noticing, Xiao perked up at the mention of the rag doll breed of cats.

"You're going too, right?"

Venti nodded.

"Hu tao joked about this plus one system so I'm gonna bring a friend."

"In that case, I don't have a lot of friends."

Y/N laughed.

"Thanks for letting me know! Wanna exchange numbers just in case?"

"Sure!!"

"What an enthusiastic pair..." Xiao thought after glancing at the two a few times.

"Wow so much time went by... guess time goes quick when you're having fun with one of the student leaders and their best friend."

Y/N smiled and Venti laughed, Xiao picked up on the subtle reference and attempt to appreciate his presence.

"I've gotta go to homeroom, I'll see you guys later today maybe."

Y/N waved away and entered the classroom.

Once again pencils danced and erasers assisted, and today things went slow again.

Hu tao's house was actually not too far from

Y/N's, although they would avoid it just in case they would see something gruesome or scary,

like a murder from the nursery homes.

Will soon the bell for lunch become what drives Y/N to the brink of their sanity?

We will never know.

Or maybe will, in a few months of school if they keep hearing it everyday.

Y/N's mind wandered, and many thoughts had come into place.

should I ask Venti to come with me to Hu tao's place? I don't want to deal with all the possible jump scares.

But considering how Venti is... wouldn't they also be scared?

Oh but they're bringing Xiao I think.

He seems pretty tough, maybe a scare from Hu tao wouldn't surprise him in the least.

I'll be sure to ask them!!

THE BELL.

Y/N immediately escaped their thoughts and stood up. This time, the teacher wasn't giving off homework sheets.

So they took this chance to speed out the door, then slow down and head down to lunch.

Today they didn't exactly have anything planned.

Hu tao arrived late during class so Y/N couldn't talk to her and she'd probably take a little while to answer right now.

Neither Y/N and Hu tao have heard from Childe since yesterday, but they saw him having a conversation with Lumine near La Signora's class.

But, speak of the devil.

"Y/N! Hey!!"

Y/N glanced over to the direction they heard their direction.

Hu tao was running at sonic speeds and almost tackled Y/N. She erupted in laughter while Y/N smiled and chuckled.

"Hey I heard you've got some news for me?"

Hu tao let go and gave Y/N a confused look.

"Hehe... what news? I don't know any news?"

Y/N crossed their arms and struck a confidence posture.

"Oh? So there's no Halloween party and slumber party?"

Hu tao's eyes widened and laughed loudly.

"Halloween party!? Who told you!?"

They laughed, and then responded.

"Your dearest, Venti the Bard."

Hu tao seemed to grind her teeth.

"Ohoho they're gonna pay for revealing my surprise to you."

"Oh no~ Well I do have a question. Who's invited to the slumber party part?”

Hu tao paused and thought for a minute.

Who DID I invite? I can't even remember clearly, Hu tao thought.

"You and Venti for sure, I think the twins who moved here, maybe Childe??? But Venti's bringing his friend Xiao. But Xiao's a tiny jerk! I think I'm taller than him! You've seen em right!?"

Y/N thought back and laughed.

"Yeah yesterday when I was gonna walk him I offered him to walk with him home since he seemed nervous."

"Woah making moves are we?"

"No way, I think he might hate me."

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iraprince · 3 years

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hello! do you have any advice for switching from traditional art to digital? (i recently ran out of supplies so im relegated to my computer lol) i hope youre having a good day!

i sure do!

first off i really recommend clip studio paint, but i also recommend u wait for it to go on sale. it goes 50% off a few times a year, so imo it’s worth waiting, but it also is usually on sale for only a few days so u have to stay on top of it. they usually announce on twitter etc. the tools don’t make the artist and obviously it doesn’t Really matter what program u end up settling on, i’ve just been really pleased with CSP and i wanted to recommend it

second: nothing that u can do with digital art programs/tools is cheating and it took me way too long to really internalize + understand that. copy-pasting stuff instead of redrawing it, using symmetry rulers, using transform/ctrl+T to stretch or squash slightly off anatomy instead of starting over -- when i was first getting into digital i A. didn’t know u could do this stuff and B. felt weirdly guilty doing it once i figured it out, as if i was a worse artist for using the tools that are literally built into the software or that it was lazy or dishonest to do so. that, it turns out, is bullshit. any drawing is just a constant series of decision-making and a lot of digital tools just help u make or retract or edit those decisions faster than traditional does. it’s not better or worse, it’s just different, and it’s worth ur time to figure out which of those differences are the most convenient and useful. this stuff exists for a reason! use it! save ur wrists and ur patience and ur time!

figure out file organization early, because it’s something u don’t have to deal with irt traditional art and so it probably won’t come naturally, but it also makes ur life harder to have a desktop swarming with wip files that are all titled “kjsrhrfgdhgj.psd” or whatever. some ppl sort into folders by date; for me it works better to sort by content (i.e. i have folders for tvrn stuff, patreon stuff, different fandoms, dnd/ttrpg stuff, “misc ocs” for characters i don’t draw much and “misc fandoms” for one-off fanart that doesn’t merit its own folder, etc etc; this is what makes it easiest for me to find stuff, but ur system might end up different.) i admittedly still name my files keysmashes if it’s personal stuff rather than work/commissions, but at least it’s all sorted into a category where i can quickly find it again anyway

also, u can hybridize traditional and digital! i frequently like my traditional pencil lines better than what i can do digitally, so i often scan them in, turn them into lineart, and color digitally (here’s a tutorial on how i prep that). but even if u don’t have a scanner, a carefully taken phone photo with high contrast can still be used the same way. i tend to lay my sketchbook flat on the floor in front of a window, squat down and hold my phone as level as i can while i’m taking the pic, and then i blast it in my phone’s built in gallery editor (highlights/shadows and contrast) before sending it to myself and doing the same thing w tone curve/levels in csp. it’s not perfect, but it’s presentable, and it can be a good way to ease urself in if ur feeling frustrated w the learning curve on digital draftsmanship.

oh, and this tip is really small but it’s ended up being rly helpful for me: resist the urge to zoom in way past 100% scale view just bc u can. if there are times where u absolutely need to, sure, whatever, but there’s no point in regularly tweaking tiny things pixel by pixel at 250% zoom bc nobody who looks at ur art is gonna see that and ur just bloating ur own time spent on things and creating unnecessary stress for urself!! if 100% zoom doesn’t give u the control u want, that may just mean u need to work larger to begin with.

set up a comfortable workspace with a Good chair. look up proper posture and try to stick to it. i know we’re all gay and it sucks to sit in a chair properly but otherwise ur gonna hurt urself. take even more frequent breaks than u do when drawing traditionally! screen bad!

also, if ur tablet has a way to calibrate pressure, try that out. a lot of them are set in a way where you have to press really hard to get full line width and over time it can really seriously strain ur wrist; u can’t manually set pressure in traditional tools (besides like. using softer lead i guess lmfao) but u can with tablet pens and u should try it, bc if u can use a lighter touch overall it really goes a long way towards preventing injury in the long term.

this is all the stuff that came to mind immediately; i’m sure there are tons of basics i haven’t covered, depending on how much of a transition this is for u, but there are a lot of tutorials out there written by ppl more patient and more educationally-oriented than myself so you’d be doing a better service to urself seeking those out than if i were to try to clumsily emulate them lol. good luck + have fun!

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soulwillower · 4 years

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tozier • ben hanscom

(ben hanscom x tozier!reader smut)

requested: okay so once regular requests open, here's my idea. so the reader and richie are siblings and they absolutely hate each other and to get under his sisters skin, he fucks her best friend. so in sheer anger she decides to fuck all of his

warnings: swearing, smut, unedited bc im a lazy asshole

ok guys here’s part one of the new series! i’ll probably have to go back in and edit some stuff n probably change the name but lmk what u guys think and what u wanna see for the next parts :)

[losers and reader are in college in this.]

2.8k words

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you know richie pretty well, if you say so yourself. hell, you grew up with him - you've known him your whole entire life and even now, as 19 and 20 year olds, you're still at each other’s throats constantly.

naturally, growing up with richie as your brother was full of ups and downs - like the time that you were still a baby in your crib and he'd curiously wandered into your nursery and twisted your finger, causing it to break. or, that time when you two got into a fight over who took the last of the ice cream in the freezer and didn't speak to each other for almost three whole days.

but there were really good times, too - like when richie picked you up after your disastrous senior prom night and drank vodka with you in the back of his pickup truck while you threw rocks at the creepy house on neibolt street. or the time where you bought him a new pair of glasses so your parents wouldn't kill him for breaking them and he bought you ice cream for a month as a thank you.

richie was the most frustrating, annoying, rude, arrogant older brother, and yet even when you were away at separate colleges, you talked on the phone almost every night.

you share one of those really, really competitive relationships - a lot of it, you’ve realized, stems from your parents constantly pitting you two against each other to vie for their attention and praise. but no matter, you still hated richie most of the time and he hated you just as much.

but right now, you might fucking murder him.

you have so much hatred for him as you storm down your stairs, phone clutched violently in your palm as you stalk into the basement, hollering, "richard!" at the top of your lungs. it's a hot august afternoon and you've just come back from the pool with your best friend, now filled to the brim with white hot rage for your brother.

when you'd been at the pool, cecily, your best friend, had stretched her neck and you'd noticed a hickey (naturally, you'd teased her about it). but when you pried, she got secretive and defensive until it finally slipped out that the boy she'd been with was none other than your gangly, stupid older brother, richie.

you were completely disgusted and beyond addled as to why she'd choose richie, of all people, but more than that you were extremely pissed and stormed off, driving home with knuckles tight against the steering wheel.

and now, as you make it down to the last step of the basement, you're aware that you're still in your bathing suit with shorts thrown haphazardly on top as you storm towards your fuckwit brother.

he and all of the losers he hung out with are down here, sprawled on the large sofas and on the floor in front of the tv. you don't dare break your eye contact with richie as you glare, face heated with anger.

"well hey there, little sis. what's got your knickers in a knot?" he says with a lopsided grin that you just want to punch clean off his face. he's sitting between ben and bill and you turn a little pink as you notice both boys’ eyes on your body. yet you barely think for a second before slapping richie straight across his cheek, hard.

the slap is a sickening sound as it quiets the whole room - you can feel bev's eyes on you, hear eddie's short gasp, and see out of the corner of your eyes as stan turns his head to watch the scene. richie stares at you, hand on his cheek. "what the hell, y/n?" he asks with a glare as he stands up, rising to his full height above you. but you’re not afraid.

"you talk to cecily today?" you ask with feigned sweetness, a sick smile on your face as you cross your arms. richie just blinks at you, mouth opening and closing like the dumbass he is. "how long have you been fucking her?" you ask when he says nothing.

the room bursts in exclamations after your words - from mike's "you didn't." to bill's "what the f-fuck is wrong with you, m-man?" and ben's, "oh my god, dude."

richie just shakes his head, looking way too casual as he places a hand on your shoulder with a grin, "y/n/n, can we talk about this later? we’re trying to watch jeopardy." he smirks, but you immediately shake his arm off, recoiling in frustration as you glare at him. "no, richie! you’ve been fucking my best friend! my ONLY friend!" you ask, shaking your head. “you’re such a shitty person, i fucking hate you. why did you do it?”

as you make eye contact, he sighs almost forlornly, as if he’s about to apologize. but this is richie, so of course he doesn’t. "....she's just so fuckin’ hot." he says with a grin.

you take a sharp breath, rubbing your face with your hands as you back away towards the stairs.

"c'mon, sis! don't be so sensitive." he calls to your back and you can practically hear the nasty grin in his voice. you hear eddie hiss, "quit being a fucking asshole." to your brother and you want to scream. "don't fucking talk to me, richie." you snap as you make it up the stairs, ignoring richie as he laughs his stupid hyena laughter.

you're finally changed out of your suit and into a shirt and shorts by the time you've calmed down enough to take a few deep breaths. a knock makes you jump, though, and you glare at the closed door. as you're about to yell for whoever it is to go away, you're stopped by a voice.

"hey, y/n." ben's voice sounds through the door, and it's almost shocking how quickly your shoulders relax. you smile shyly as you open the door, your heart beating wildly, this time not from anger but out of your proximity to ben.

ben hanscom had been your brother’s friend for a while, and you simply did not understand. all of them are jackasses, richie being the king of the pack, but ben really does seem to be so fucking genuine. maybe it’s because you’ve always had a small thing for him, but then again it may just be because you’re furious with richie.

"hi, ben. sorry i was.... sorry about that." you say awkwardly as he walks into your room and shuts the door gently. he laughs quietly as he leans against your wall, looking down at you knowingly. "it's richie's fault. you have every right to be mad. he’s a dick sometimes"

you nod thoughtfully, touched that ben came to check in on you. "i know he is. you know, i'm not even mad that they had sex, honestly, i’m just mad because i know he did it to piss me off." you say, biting your lip as you stare up at ben, his hair glinting under the soft light of your lamp.

ben nods as he reaches out to rub your shoulder, making your stomach flutter as you look up at him. "if i can be honest, you two have the weirdest relationship i've ever seen, y/n. i'm sorry he did that and didn’t tell you, that's really unfair."

you smile lightly at the floor where your feet point towards his. "well now i have, like, nobody to hang out with this summer." you mumble, thinking about how cecily is really your only friend from derry, and how all your college friends live hundreds of miles away.

you shrug, leaning into ben's touch. "you have me to keep me company, though." he says with a shy grin, cheeks heating up at your smile.

"oh, just you? i like the sound of that." you ask, lifting a brow playfully. he chuckles a bit at your look and it makes your chest flutter.

"yeah, of course you do, y/n." he says as he pulls you into a hug. he's warm and smells like cinnamon cologne and it makes your chest glow sweetly. you pull back only slightly, hands sliding up to his chest as you look into his golden eyes. "ben..." you whisper softly, eyes going down to his lips and then bouncing back up, not wanting to make a move if he's not comfortable with it.

he clearly is thinking the same thing, because you're both moving closer and closer, his hands lightly squeezing your hips as he stares at you with hooded eyes. "yeah?" he asks, just as quietly. you swallow, wanting nothing more than to just close the gap just to see what it'd be like. to have one of richie's friends, for a change.

you don't know how to initiate it, though. "do you want to-"

"yes." he rushes out quickly, apprehension only flashing across his face just after he'd rushed out the answer, in fear that you'd been overwhelmed by his enthusiasm. but it's enough for you, and you grin slightly before pulling him into a kiss.

his lips are hot on yours, your hair still drying from the chlorine at the pool as his fingers tangle in the strands. you moan a bit out of shock, having not kissed anyone in a while and feeling touch starved. his hands are strong and soft in all the best ways and you try not to smirk as you think about your stupid brother sitting in the basement, currently unaware of what you’re about to do with one of his best friends upstairs.

but then, just as your hand slips to the hem of ben’s jeans, he pulls back a bit. “is this a bad idea?” he asks.

you sigh, looking away. “yes.” you say with barely any hesitation. “but i don’t fucking care.” you say honestly, and ben grins, “well, me neither. you’re...” he looks you up and down before smiling. “so fucking pretty.” he ends with and your stomach flutters, face growing hot at the compliment.

"but i don't want to, like.... t-take advantage of this situation, or-" ben starts, but you shake your head, biting your lip as you stare at him. he's so fucking amazing, so caring. he's always been like this - respectful, considerate, and interested in your well being, which really just makes you want him even more.

"no, ben, i... i really want this. if-if you do too." you say honestly, fiddling with your fingers as you watch him through your lashes. he grins as he nods. "you sure?"

you giggle, pulling him towards you by his neck. "yes. are you, ben?" you ask as he leans down closer. "definitely." he whispers against your lips, his breath coming out in a short huff. and then his lips are on yours, pressing strongly and fully as you stumble a bit, grasping him tightly as you kiss back.

he presses you against him, hand at the small of your back as he moves his tongue deftly against your lip, exploring your mouth as you suppress a moan. one moment later, you pull back a bit.

"you're not..." you trail off, and he shakes his head. "no, are you?" he asks, and you also shake your head as you cup his cheek and pull him back in for a kiss. "me neither." you mutter, falling back down onto the mattress, hand blindly fumbling around inside your bedside drawer for your box of condoms.

he's kissing down your neck, his hands palming your breasts softly as you finally pull one out and set it beside you, wrapping your arms back around his neck.

he grinds slowly against you and you let out an embarrassedly loud moan at the friction against your clothed clit. he's already pretty hard and your mind flickers to the basement, how chilly it had been against your skin and how your swimsuit top probably didn't leave much to the imagination as you'd stood right in front of him. it makes you giddy at the thought of ben's eyes on you, his mind drifting to what you'd look like underneath him.

which is where you are right now, as he rolls the condom onto himself and pumps slowly. you kick your shorts and underwear off, aching and dripping with need as he slides between your legs, bracing himself with one arm above you.

"ready?" he asks softly and you let out a strangled whimper as you feel him line up at your entrance, teasing your folds a bit and making your hips buck. "yes." you say, staring deep into his eyes.

ben grasps your hand then, steading both you and him as he eases into you, sinking slowly and letting out a shuddering breath. you let out a small whine at the feeling of ben stretching you out, having been too antsy and not having enough time or patience for foreplay. once he's fully inside you, he kisses your cheek and gives you a few moments to adjust as you breathe into his neck.

and then he starts to move, his hips rolling slowly as he fills you up and hits a perfect spot inside you, your toes curling almost immediately. "oh god, ben." you moan out and that makes his hips move fluidly as he thrusts into you, kissing your neck softly as you whimper in pleasure.

the hand that isn't steadying himself above you holding your hand dances around you; exploring your curves, fingers lightly tracing over the stretch marks on your hips and then his palm sliding to caress your sides, his touch making your skin feel on fire.

after a few more minutes, he picks up the pace, hips angled slightly deeper and making your toes curl. he starts to moan every few thrusts, right into the shell of your ear, and it pushes you closer and closer to that feeling growing in your abdomen.

"shit, y/n, i'm already close." he mutters, eyes closed in bliss as he leans his head back slightly, the sight heavenly to your eyes. and you don't even blame him because he's probably just as pent-up as you are and you know this has to be quick or else richie will come up, wondering why ben was taking so long to ask if you're okay.

so you lean up a bit as he thrusts into you and you attach your lips to his neck, sucking lightly enough that it won't mark. "so am i." you say breathlessly as you move your hips, chasing the high that's building deep inside you.

you press your hands to his chest, stopping his motions momentarily. "let me ride you." you say breathlessly and his eyes widen with something akin to hunger as he pulls out of you, rolling onto his back with a shocked look. you smirk as you climb back onto him, straddling him as you pump him a few times. he bites his lip as you sink yourself onto him, moaning and covering your mouth so as not to carry the sound all the way to the basement.

as you start to bounce, you smile, realizing that you're not at all insecure in front of ben - his hands are all over your body, running over and gripping the plush skin as you sink onto him, taking him perfectly. he's groaning and moving his hips with yours as you mouth wet kisses over his chest and neck.

ben lets out a moan that pushes you near the edge as you pick up the pace, his cock hitting a new spot inside you that has you whimpering. as his hands fall to move your hips with his, squeezing your soft thighs tightly, you hit your high.

you tremble as the feeling of him inside you makes you clench hard, your eyes squeezing shut in bliss as you moan out, "ben!"

your hips stop moving as you ride out your high, only making small movements as you clench around him in complete pleasure. he groans below you, eyes still shut as he juts his hips upwards, taking over to chase his own orgasm.

and his hips start to stutter a few thrusts after as you slump on his chest, one hand on your tits and the other on your hips to move you with his thrusts. he cums a few moments later with a moan that is muffled by your hair, his hands sliding down to your ass, your lips on his collarbone.

after a few moments, you roll off of him and sigh, shocked and unsure as to if that really just happened. you're embarrassed at how quickly he made you cum - you want to blame it all on the fact that it has been quite some time since you'd had sex, but it really was the thrill of hooking up with him, especially because your brother was just downstairs.

ben's cheeks are red as he sits up quickly, pulling on his boxers and then his pants, only looking at you after he tugs the hem of his shirt down. "um, i would totally stay, but-"

you shake your head with a grin, "no, i get it. this was... just a spur of the moment thing."

he beams at you, seemingly relieved that he wasn't hurting your feelings - that was amazing and you're both glowing in your post-orgasm high, but you both know that this was a one-time thing. he pecks your cheek sweetly and as he turns to leave, you mutter, "wait!"

he lifts a brow as he turns to you and you run your fingers through his hair a few times to make it look the way it did before he came up here. "thanks." he says with a grin before he disappears, closing the door behind him and making you get dressed with red cheeks in silence.

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mingot-studios · 3 years

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Things currently polluting my mind (will be added to as i think of things)

How bad the Star vs. Finale was, and weather i should even bother trying to watch the show again at this point

The fact that the next JoJolion chapter is coming out soon and I STILL haven’t read 107 with my mom even though I’ve already read it

Not being caught up on One Piece and having 0 IDEA of whats happening at this poin as well starting to flaws with the series (racism, transphobia, and homophobia) that i knew was there but chose to ignore and weather it should hinder my relationship with the series. Also wanting to murder Oda for demoting Franky to ‘Pervy Grandma’ (srsly wtf oda)

Upset Infinity Train was cancelled even though i never watched it, and wonder why the fans cry for it to come is suddenly not happening?

The fact i’m going to be returning to in person schooling which is my personal HELL

my brother leaving for college upstate (Me and my brother have never really been that close, we fight alot but I cant imagine life without him)

The fact that my procrastination has gotten so bad that I nearly had to retake PE, World History, and English

The Owl House coming back on the 12th but i had downloaded the first 2 episodes but haven’t watched them and debating if i should, also having a meltdown over Disney screwing the show over and having its third be 3 or 4 (i cant remember) 44-minute specials

The fact that me and brother STILL haven’t finished our Yume 2kki Let’s Play

I haven’t been watching anime regularly with my mom

I haven’t posted anything to my DeviantArt or YouTube in months

I have so much energy right now but no outlets

I still haven’t tried out my drawing pad i got for my birthday last year

I have so many drawing ideas but my spiral sketchpad is filled up and I have yet to get a new one

Ive many intricit and detailed story ideas that i know im gonna forget if i dont write them down bu due my procrastination i haven’t done so im prolly gonna lose everything

The fact Thurston Waffles hasn’t posted anything since late April as well as the fact that he’s got Kidney problems

So many ideas for videos but I only have WindowsMovieMaker and the HumbleBundle my mom got me idk YEARS ago won’t install

I’m gonna be 17 at the end of September, which i only have until next June before I graduate High school, have to give up my Chromebook, start thinking about college and getting a job, possibly moving out and living on my own, the knowledge that my parents are in their late 50′s and early 60′s so hey might be gone sooner than most parents and I dont know how to function without my parents doing everything for me

These weird tingles ive been getting in my body for he pas couple days

The fact that im not gonna a kid soon and im gonna have to grow and stop doing whatever i want whenever i want and i’m gonna never accomplish my dream of creating a successful cartoon and will probably end up at a dead end job I HATE just to make ends meet and eventually dying alone because I dont wanna be in a relationship or have kids

Everything is too overwhelming. The light, the sound, my thoughts, its all too much. I wanna curl up into a tiny ball and disappear from this awful experience called life

Capitalism

i hate being so passionately when i’m upset, everyone else is calm but i have meltdowns and freaks outs over things i shouldn’t even care about or are miniscule (Comes with being autistic i guess)

I have 0 patience and i hate it

I’m starting to regress back to being a childish brat after all the progress i’ve made

i’m constantly surrounded by either criticism or praise that contradict each other so i dont know what to believe about myself

the fact that i have so many great story ideas but i cant write a cohernt thought with proper grammer or sytax or spelling o save my life, nor the art skill or the patience or the tech to draw comics

i haven seen my therapist in days and i need help but i know im not actually gonna change

having gender panic

I have no in person friends and ive forgotten how to interact with people

ive become a noodle limbed nerd

Ive gotten super skinny

I want someone o break through my shell and help me change bu I know thats just a fantasy and im the only one who can do that but im too lazy to put effort into it

everything i used to enjoy suddenly feels tedious monotonous repetitive and uninteresting

I feel trapped and scraed

The fact after being bulied so much the only way i can really assert myself is to get violent and angry because they would want me breakdown and cry

I have this image in my head of who i want to be; And badass that people including adults, are scared of and know not to fuck with me or they’ll get hurt (Basically Jotaro, bu I’ve had this image since before i even knew what jojo was) And the fact I KNOW that i’s a pointless endever and that i only dig my own grave when i get mad but its like ingrained Branded into my my psyche so im always going to larp that vision of myself but not get anywhere and only regress further

I want to address my problems and change but I never do and stay static and regress

I cant take crticisim even though i know its true

The reason im so scared of writing fanfiction is because i know its gonna be a mess despite what i think is a great story and people will end up mocking it and what little self confidence i have will shatter

Star Vs wasted potential

the fact that I dont know where to take the whole “Rubi dies at the end of he first season but comes back o life except she’s not actually she’s just a walking meat sack containing an anchint eldritch god that will, sooner or later, burst out of her and destroy her body, and she’s fighting for control of her ow body due to Skarlotus trying to devor her soul and Data’s medience is only delaying the inevitable” storyline of my concept cartoon, The Crypto Club

I have an AMAZING idea for an Invader Zim storyline that has fascism, rascism, mass genocide, child soldiers, political intrigue, propaganda, baiscally space hitler and more (okay that came out sound REALLY bad, but NONE of it painted as good!) It also involves Zim and Dib coming together to stop an even bigger threat and there is a really ironic ending that brings my OC GA83′s story full circle

#the owl house #yume 2kki #thurston waffles #star vs the forces of evil #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #jojolion #one piece #vent #save infinity train #infinity train #amphibia #gravity falls #the crypto club #invader zim #Princess Ovilium Midorihato Metamorphosis Androma Serugi The First #Princess Ovil

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theravencawsatmidnight · 4 years

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On the Prowl... a Fathers Day Special

Kittens. Bagheera; The oldest and self proclaimed sibling protector. Kovu; the second oldest & the independant one . Kazu; the third oldest & the lazy one. Katsu; the fourth one & the one with the temper. Shinsou; a Panther beastman . Reader, a Human

You and Shinsou had traveled far away from the den and settled in a quiet open area with a nice river to its left. In the middle was a large cave that Shinsou had marked as his. Aizawa never found him and Shinsou was free to raise his kittens without worry or looking over his shoulder. The kittens were all three now and you couldn't be happier.

You were asleep in the sun with Shinsou behind you holding you close with his large purple paws, he nuzzled into your neck purring in his sleep waking you up. You saw your third oldest kitten Kazu all curled up in your arms sleeping. He was the most fuzzy out of everyone and it was a chore since he down right refused to have you brush him. ‘Its time consuming’ he says, ‘I gotta sit up for a long time mommy’ he tells you as if he can argue. All it takes is one eyebrow raise from his father and he sits pretty.

Pulling your lazy kitten close, you looked around for the rest . Katsu was by the river snarling at the passing fish with Baggy nearby watching , just in case Katsu fell in, again.

“Koooovuu..” you chirped low.

“Rr..”

You smiled rolling onto your back with Kazu on your chest. “Vuuu..”

“Rr..!” The top of Shinsous crazy hair moved and a little purple head appeared out of it looking sleepy.

“What are you doing up there?”

“Mama… im swheepin.” He rubbed his face on his father's hair yawning loud.

“What if your father rolls over, hm?”

“Then.. i.. fall on mama!” He flopped down and you caught him giggling and nuzzling his happy face. “Oh your so silly.” While you were nuzzling him you heard a splash and Shinsou opened an eye growling deep waking up Kazu. Kovu looked up at his father and so did Kazu. You looked towards the river and Katsu was dragging a huge fish over with Baggy following, he was soaked.

“Oh dear.” You sat up putting your kittens with their father and you pulled Baggy close. “What happened baby.”

“Katsu!!! Jumped in the river again!!!” He said crossing his arms . Katsu was also soaked but had the smuggest grin on his face. He dragged the fish over to his father and Shinsou yawned in his face .

“Ack!! Old man!! “ roared the angry kitten.

Shinsou sat up yawning again and pulled you between his legs squeezing you till he heard Baggy yelp.

“Dad!!” He fussed.

Shinsou pet his sons head. “Sorry Baggy.”

“Look what i GOT!!!!” Katsu was impatient.

“Yes yes. Next time wake me up Katsu. You can show me how you catch them.” He placed his heavy paw on Katsus head. The little kitten was over the moon at his fathers words.

••

“Mama…”

“Yes Kazu..”

The fire cracked and Shinsou turned the fish that was above it.

“So if i jump in the river . My fur will go down . And i wont be poofy”

You rolled your eyes smiling and Shinsou chuckled pulling you closer.

“Then I don't need the brushin, right?”

You looked up at Shinsou and he laid his tail on your head winking at you. You let Kazu go from your arms and he rolled to his feet. “Okay baby. You go do that.”

Kazu had never moved so fast in his life, he was in that river in a second.

Katsu had asked his father if he could turn the fish and Shinsou lifted him up to do just that. Kovu was tugging your grass dress and you sat him between your legs to pet him along with Baggy.

••

Kazu returned a few minutes later and you told him to sit by the fire so he does not get cold. He was very proud of himself, he outsmarted you yes he di-

Poof. Big time.

“Mama!!!!”

Shinsou laughed, grabbing him before he could run off and took Kovu from you and gave you the poof cat. You pet his head humming and Kazu had his poofy arms crossed looking very upset. Katsu gave everyone some fish and sat by Baggy to scarf his food down even though Baggy lectured him that he might get sick. Katsu slowed his eating and Baggy wagged his tail leaning on his brother. Kovu was in his father's lap eating and Kazu was being brushed . You leaned on Shinsou and he kissed your head.

“I love you.”

“And i you, Shinsou.”

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Permafrost. A Fathers Day Special

Kittens; Tai Lung; the oldest kitten. Lou; the second oldest. Twins. Todoroki; white Leopard/snow. Reader;Human

Todoroki and you had found a quiet little cave up north, far away from Aizawa and the rest of the pack. He was not really worried , he was sure Chizome told Bakugou why he had left though. It had been 5 years since he left, and if that lion wasn't here by now then he must of found someone to give him kittens, or hes killing them before they carry to term…He often thought about Shinsou, he did not disagree with his decision he made back then to leave anymore , understood actually.

It was a little hard for you to adjust to this life but you finally had what you wanted most. You could live out your fantasy instead of reading it in a book. Todoroki was a little odd during the pregnancy, he had only ever seen Shinsous mate carry to full term before so when you started to show he was excited but nervous.

You had two little snow leopard twins.Both boys and both equally furry. Oh you loved them to pieces, the oldest was Tai Lung and he was very quiet and cautious like his father. Lou , the second twin was full of energy and always making his father bite his claws like a nervous parent watching their kid do something risky.

You were already awake and brushing Tai Lungs long tail. Lou was running around his father's legs trying to get him to wrestle with him. Todoroki looked to you and nodded in approval . Todoroki picks his son up running around with a smile on his kittens face.

“Mommy?”

You look down. “Yes baby?”

“Tell me a story again.”

You stopped brushing and pulled your cuddly son close smiling. “Of course Tai Lung.”

••

Todoroki was on all fours growling at his son and Lou was doing the same doing his very best to intimidate his father. He pounced biting Todorokis ear and Todoroki rolled over yowling in fake pain . Lou climed onto his fathers side roaring in accomplishment untill Todoroki grabbed him and pinned his gently under a arm.

“Dont think you've won so quick Lou. Remember to focus and read your opponent.”

“Aaugh !! Okay okay!!” He kicked his legs and Todoroki let him up , licking his face. Lou was upset and whenever his father pinned him he did what he did best.

“Mama!!!!!” He yelled running to you.

••

Tai Lung was all curled up in your lap with a big smile on his face and huge eyes staring up at you. You pet him lovingly while you told him a story about fairies and dragons, his little tail swished all around .

Lou’s screaming made you look up to see your kitten running to you and Todoroki giving you a ‘it wasint me’ face.

He jumped on his brother and Tai Lung hissed and then Lou hissed and then they started fighting…

“Hey.. guys cmon.. Todoroki!”

They rolled all around till Todoroki picked them up by the scruff of their necks looking at them both , growling low. Tai Lung immediately submitted to his father, ears down and eyes big. Lou crossed his arms looking away.

“No fighting. Apologize for jumping on your brother Lou”

“..sorry..”

Todoroki sat down with you giving you back Tai Lung and set Lou on his lap petting him till he calmed down. You pet and kissed both kittens and everyone was happy again. Todoroki pulled you close and you snuggled in with both your kittens in your arms.

“I love you so much.” Todoroki whispered in your ear. You looked up kissing him.

“I love you too, Todoroki”

••

@iron-underoos @mauvette268 @geld-sama @squeaky-ducky @sinclairsamess

#ontheprowl #permafrost #shinsou x reader #todoroki x reader #shouto todoroki #shinshou hitoshi

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thisweekingundamwing · 4 years

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This Week in Gundam Wing July 26 - 01 August 2020

Here’s this week’s roundup!

Remember to give your content creators some love! And join in on the events at the bottom!

~Mod Hel

Fanfiction/Snippets/AU Ideas:

@bobo-is-tha-bomb

Unraveled https://archiveofourown.org/works/25379161

F/M, Trowa Barton/Reader

Trowa Barton, Reader

Romance, Fluff, Reader-Insert, Bathing/Washing, ritual bathing

His little witch, he mused with a slight tilt of lips. Even after years of being with you, he still couldn’t get enough of watching you.

Tonight, he vowed, he would keep you company while you bathed.

Lazy Day https://archiveofourown.org/works/25379695

F/M, Heero Yuy/Reader

Heero Yuy, Reader

Romance, Lemon, Lime, Reader-Insert

You would enjoy this day. Every minute of it. And, you vowed, you would have a repeat of it in New York.

Twenty Kisses (Ch. 6 & 7) https://archiveofourown.org/works/24038704/chapters/61620076

F/M, Heero Yuy/Reader

Heero Yuy, Reader

Romance, Kissing, Drabble Collection, Reader-Insert

Kissing Heero is something special.

Deadly Intent https://archiveofourown.org/works/25576657/chapters/62069890

Mature

F/M, Heero/Reader, ???/Reader

Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell, Wufei Chang, Lady Une, Relena Peacecraft, Reader

Reader Insert, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Drama, Angst, Romance, Violence, Lime

Eleven years is a long time for a ghost to come back and haunt him. But Heero Yuy finds himself unable to dodge or outrun it. It’s the start of a dangerous cat and mouse game between one of the most powerful organizations in the world and a loner who has every intention of dragging him down with her. After all, she has come with deadly intent.

@coffeetailor

Emergence (Ch. 12) https://archiveofourown.org/works/13322880/chapters/62023231

Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy

Duo Maxwell, Heero Yuy, Quatre Raberba Winner, Trowa Barton, Chang Wufei, Sally Po

Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, borrowers fusion but don't call them borrowers, disturbing themes like people trafficking from the bad guys, Size Difference, Will probably be a series, alternate canon events, Macro/Micro

Series: Part 1 of Emergence Series

When the war ended, things went a little strange. First, Duo vanished after never having let them see him in person. Then, years later, a tiny race of people are discovered. And that's just the start of things.

@lifeaftermeteor

LAM!Verse https://lifeaftermeteor.tumblr.com/post/625293600094355456/private-island-location-redacted-fiji-south

Private Island [location redacted]

Fiji, South Pacific

14 August 211

Une and Sally arrived on-island to blue skies, a functioning jeep, and a personal escort by Lucrezia Noin.

perryvic & Zaganthi (Caffiends)

All Go Unto Once Place https://archiveofourown.org/works/25520368

M/M, Chang Wufei/Treize Khushrenada

Treize Khushrenada, Quatre Raberba Winner, Change Wufei

Cameos, Anxiety, Mental Health Issues, Aftermath of Torture, ZERO System (Gundam Wing), Alternate Universe - Stargate Atlantis Fusion

He chose the study because it was formal and the least used room in the house, and brought in coffee and water because he needed something to do with his hands. "I'm sorry to request the house call. I haven't been in a reliable enough state to leave the house."

"I quite understand," Bedelia murmured. "Is this the place you feel most comfortable talking?"

He took the coffee and sat in one of the low overstuffed reading chairs rather than at the desk. "Yes. I, what we discussed a couple of weeks ago, you know. Surprising only to me, apparently, it went terribly." He cradled the coffee, watching her select where to sit, posture and movement impeccable as ever.

@simulacraryn

Higurashi https://archiveofourown.org/works/25592344#main

Heero Yuy

Higurashi = Mundane life, living hand-to-mouth. This is a VERY old fic of my (from 2008...), about what life might have been like for Heero after the war.

The Manwell

The Silencer and the Sicarian (Ch. 1 & 2) https://archiveofourown.org/works/25478938/chapters/61805053

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Relationships: Trowa Barton/Duo Maxwell, Chang Wufei/Solo

Characters: Duo Maxwell, Trowa Barton, Chang Wufei, Solo (Gundam Wing), Hilde Schbeiker, Catherine Bloom, Kyouju H | Instructor H

Additional Tags: Wufei POV, Duo POV, Trowa POV, Solo POV

Series: Part 4 of The Brothers Maxwell

It was just one vow. A simple but necessary promise to respect life -- both human and fey -- but can Duo hold to it when his resolve is put to the ultimate test?

@tziganecaffiends & Zaganthi (Caffiends)

Dust to Dust https://archiveofourown.org/works/25519633/chapters/61915789

M/M, Chang Wufei/Treize Khushrenada

Treize Khushrenada, Chang Wufei, Mariemaia Khushrenada, Duo Maxwell

Domestic Fluff, Bondage, bottom Treize, Mental Instability, Mental Health Issues, Aftermath of Violence, Aftermath of Torture, Rape Aftermath, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Kidnapping, Subspace, Subdrop, Diplomacy, Alternate Universe - Stargate Atlantis Fusion, ZERO System (Gundam Wing), Graphic Dipictions of Violence

It was unbearable, it was too much, and his heart was trying its best to jump out of his chest. Treize managed to get his knees pulled up, and pressed his forehead against them, struggling to breathe as the anxiety crawled up from his gut and clenched around his heart. Not there, anywhere but there, and he'd been fine seeing it in ZERO, not fine, but okay, livable, but being there, smelling the familiar antiseptic hell and must of the place, took his legs out from under him.

He could play forward on all of the other scenarios he hadn't wanted to explore, and he knew when that door opened it wasn't going to be Wufei. It was never going to be what he'd wanted, no matter hard he'd played at it back home with Wufei.

Fanart/Crafts/Photo Manips:

@2pcbiscuit

https://2pcb.tumblr.com/post/625195682010120192/am-i-a-furry-artist-now-quatre-is-supposed-to-be

Raccoon!Trowa, and other cute surprises.

@antarespromise

https://antarespromise.tumblr.com/post/625175674322305024

WuFei Chang

https://antarespromise.tumblr.com/post/625274951362117632

Duo Maxwell

@bobo-is-tha-bomb

https://bobo-is-tha-bomb.tumblr.com/post/625096842616717312/having-waaaay-too-much-fun-rediscovering-art

Trowa Barton

@grey-sentry

https://grey-sentry.tumblr.com/post/624917334680829952/next-batch-of-artwork-for-the-gw-art-discord

Heero & Doktor S

https://grey-sentry.tumblr.com/post/624917124777951232/art-made-for-the-gw-art-discord-i-tried-to-follow

Relena & Catherine

@gundayum

https://gundayum.tumblr.com/post/625232214658056192/i-relish-in-being-a-terrible-human-being

Relena & Heero

@oekakimemo

https://oekakimemo.tumblr.com/post/625242524130361345/20200728-digital

Relena Darlian/Peacecraft

@tatakaumono

https://tatakaumono.tumblr.com/post/625240776436252672/its-evens-propaganda-month-dont-tag-as

Quatre/Duo

Photosets/Gifsets/Screenshots/Manga Pages:

@bobo-is-tha-bomb

https://bobo-is-tha-bomb.tumblr.com/post/625161359751036928/im-so-lucky-to-have-awesome-friends-thank-you

GW T-shirts

@cynthiaandsamus

https://cynthiaandsamus.tumblr.com/post/625268346914586624/like-everyone-in-gundam-wing-is-a-ridiculously

Zechs Merquise

@janaverse

https://janaverse.tumblr.com/post/625277358889451521/aannnnndddd-theyre-done-3-the-process-was-a

Heero & Duo silhouettes

https://janaverse.tumblr.com/post/625280260361093120/for-scale-btw-they-are-perfectly-framed-from

For scale - Heero & Duo silhouettes

Head Canons:

@disturbed02girl

https://disturbed02girl.tumblr.com/post/625254324341194752/gw-fashion-mix-day-off

GW Fashion Mix - Day Off : Duo, Heero, Trowa, WuFei, Quatre

Fandom Discourse:

@lifeaftermeteor

https://lifeaftermeteor.tumblr.com/post/625289823670927360/whats-all-this-then-although-the-gw-discord

Discord Meet-up! 0900 EST on both Saturday (August 29) and Sunday (August 30)

Quotes:

@incorrectgundamwingquotes

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/625002948624318464/iria-father-quatre-youre-family-you-shouldnt

Iria & Rashid

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/625184158043570177/duo-to-trowa-are-you-trying-to-hurt-my-feelings

Duo at Trowa

Calendar Events:

@gwcocktailfriday

Cocktail Fridays!

Post responses on Friday, during Happy Hour between 3 & 5 pm in your own timezone.

Here’s the prompt for Friday, August 7th! https://gwcocktailfriday.tumblr.com/post/625255859848642560/cocktail-friday-post-responses-on-friday-august

In need of SUMMER & FALL/AUTUMN prompts!

@gwoc-october

GW OC October 2020!

Help pick out prompts! https://gwoc-october.tumblr.com/post/621130082429337600/hello-gundam-wing-folks-thats-right-gw-oc

@seasons-of-gundamwing

Summer of Hilde!

Check the page today! The full prompt list was set to post at 10AM!

We also have an AO3 collection now! Come check it out. https://seasons-of-gundamwing.tumblr.com/post/624191236146855936/seasons-of-gundam-wing-archive

@thisweekingundamevents

Events Calendar

https://thisweekingundamevents.tumblr.com/post/624053314842230784/event-calendar-update

If you are hosting an event currently, or are planning on one, hit us up with links and dates! We’ll add them to the Calendar and reblog your notices to get the word out!

#Gundam Wing #This Week in Gundam Wing #Weekly Roundup #July 26 - 01 August 2020

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onthepageoftears · 4 years

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Kill Your Darlings — Ch. 1 (Jaskier x Assassin!Reader) || Witcher

A/N: So this is the start to my first ever series (yeah im not nervous posting this at all). I’ll be posting one chapter each Friday! This is more of a prologue, but definitely worth the read for the background! Overall, I have to warn you, this story is a very slow burn. I haven’t finished writing it yet, but I know some ~things~ take a while to happen, so stick around!

Anyway, your comments and feedback are more than appreciated, so don’t be afraid to leave me some messages :)

Also, if you’re @ on the taglist is italicized, it means it wouldn’t let me tag you, so you might have to change your settings :)

Summary: Y/N, a skilled assassin, gets their newly assigned target.

Warnings: language, mentions of death/killing/murder, mentions of abuse and r*pe, alcohol consumption

Words: 1,996

Support me?

Please Don’t Plagiarize My Work!

Taverns were one of your least favorite places to meet. The stench of the unfortunate man’s breath wafted through the air, on top of the lingering odor of cheap alcohol. Men staggered around with their mouths wide open, yelling obscenities — women pulled down their dresses just enough to gain attention, glaring at anyone who passed. Everyone was way too loud, as if the sound of their slurred words were more valued over anyone else’s.

Your hood hung low over your head, just high enough to leave space for you to see. Your eyes immediately scanned the tavern — it was smaller than the usual ones you met at, but just as packed. The stuffiness of the room practically smacked you in the face as soon as you walked in, almost making you scrunch your nose. The smell was way worse than you remembered.

You kept your face stiff as your eyes stopped at a table near the back. Without a second thought, you made your way past the piles of people and towards the familiar head of hair you would recognize in a mass of a hundred people.

“I see you still have an impeccable taste for meeting places.” Your voice caused him to look up just as you sat across from him, removing the hood that covered most of your face.

“You know I do.” Rauf smiled proudly despite your obvious sarcasm. He gestured to the full cup of ale that was already in front of you. “A drink?”

You shook your head, “Not tonight.”

“Come on, Y/N. It’s just like old times.” Rauf was right. The length of the walls, wood of the tables, even the stench of the ale in your cup. It reminded you of the many nights you and Rauf would retreat to the taverns after training. A hard day’s work requires a hard day’s ale. It was what he said when he treated you to your first, and definitely not last, drink. You were pretty sure he just wanted an excuse to get drunk — which, you wouldn’t blame him for. Your line of work was never easy, not even for a veteran like him.

You picked up the drink with a sigh. “What’s the occasion?”

“Can’t I just want to have a drink with my favorite niece?”

“Only niece. And not by blood.” You reminded him every time, but it didn’t stop him from saying it.

Rauf was a family friend, always had been. You called him uncle, even when you were old enough to understand he had no relation to your family’s bloodline. Growing up, he was a common visitor at your parents’ home, frequently coming for a chat over some dinner. He would ruffle your hair on his way out, send you a wink every time. You always loved his visits, because it was the only time your parents stopped fighting; in those times, you felt like you had a normal, happy, family. Now, Rauf was the only one of your family that you had left.

You shook the memory from your mind and put the cup down. “You have a new target?”

Rauf was busy watching a woman drunkenly dance to the poor excuse of music, but he responded nonetheless. “When do I not?” He turned back to his own cup and chugged it down. After he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, he looked at you. “People are shitty, Y/N, always have been.”

“My point exactly.” You tapped the table beneath you, trying to keep your patience. Sometimes, it was hard for you to imagine Rauf running an assassin’s guild. He was responsible, sure, but in front of you, he acted like any other man in the tavern. In this case, that meant being almost unable to tear his eyes from beautiful women. There was always a charm about him, though, like the charisma of a well-respected bard — without the annoying craving for attention. He was messy looking, but in a good way, and his smile was infectious. At a single glance, you wouldn’t think he has killed people.

You took another sip of your ale, though it didn’t taste like much of anything.

Rauf turned his gaze back to you, a playful smile on his lips. “Maybe you should learn to dance. Perform, act. You used to always put on plays for me as a youngster.”

“I’m acting right now.” You faked a smile when he quirked his brow. “Like I don’t want to kill you.”

Rauf leaned back, his smile growing wider. “We both know you don’t kill innocent men.”

“You call yourself innocent?”

“Point taken.” He signaled the server to bring another round, eyes almost immediately trailing back to the dancing woman.

It was your job to assassinate those deserving, but you really felt like bending the rules right now. Rauf could be distracted, but tonight he was especially so. You clenched your jaw, urging your own patience to hold out a little longer.

It was understandable why Rauf would want some time off from talking about the job. As Rauf mentioned the last time you spoke, business was, to put it lightly, booming. He had been giving out more assignments than usual — our work finally paid off, he told you. It was quite exciting, to be honest. After years of working alongside Rauf and his trusted team, you all hoped the guild would reach a wider range of people in need.

After all, your guild was different than most; rather than be paid to kill anyone, Rauf made sure there was an unjust act committed by the targeted party. Abuse, rape, murder, any of the likes. You were vigilantes, in a way — though even the most well-known assassins of your guild wouldn’t call themselves that. You all knew you were killing — it just helped you sleep at night to know the ones who were being killed weren’t…undeserving of the death.

The rise in work was great, but also taxing on Rauf. Even just looking at him now, you could see the weight he was holding on his back. His eyes were more tired, overworked. Of course, he would never admit to it, and neither would you. Complaining leads to laziness. It was one of his many scoldings throughout your training.

So, Rauf needing a break from his work made sense. It just made you antsy knowing there were more people out there committing heinous acts — more people you needed to terminate.

The server returned with two new cups of alcohol. As Rauf continued to watch the woman dance her troubles away, you tapped your finger on the table, shifted in your seat, fought yourself from rolling your eyes, and finally cleared your throat. You spent enough time waiting around. “Rauf.”

“Hm?” He only slightly turned to you.

You let out a frustrated sigh before answering, “The target.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Finally, his attention was brought back to the task at hand. You straightened your back, readying yourself for your next assignment.

Rauf’s eyes searched your own. Finally, he spoke.“He’s a loud mouth—“

You rolled your eyes. “My favorite.”

“I wasn’t finished.” He took a big gulp from his cup and set it back on the table. “A bard.”

“Even better.” You followed his actions and chugged the rest of your drink, putting it back without so much of a blink. “What’d he do?”

Rauf’s mouth twitched. The sarcasm was spilling from his expression before he even spoke. “You’re gonna love this.”

“I bet.” You had to hold yourself back from leaning forward in anticipation.

Rauf pursed his lips. Then, he let out a quick breath. “Raped. A bunch of women.”

You quirked a brow. “A bunch?”

“Twelve. So far.”

You shook your head. “Not ‘so far’. Just twelve. There won’t be anymore.”

“Not after you’re done with him.”

“Damn right.” You settled back in your seat, anger already filling your veins. If not for your years of training with Rauf, the anger you felt would overwhelm you, cause you to be irrational and slam your fist into whoever’s face was closest. But now, you learned to contain that anger and use it on your targets. And boy, did you use it.

A thought entered your mind, but you bit your tongue for a few seconds. As Rauf lifted his cup once more, you tried to sound casual. “Who put down the money?”

He rolled his eyes. “You know that’s anonymous.”

“Of course,” You shrugged. “But if it was one of the victims, I hope you gave them a reasonable price.”

Rauf studied you for a moment. “It wasn’t a victim. It was a… family friend of the victim.” You narrowed your eyes at him until he groaned. “Yes, I gave them a discount.”

“Good.” You leaned back with satisfaction. Now that that was out of the way, you needed to figure out the details of the target. “This target got a name?”

Rauf tapped the edge of his cup with a finger. “Julian Alfred Pankratz. Goes by Jaskier. Not quite famous, but well-known enough.”

Your eyes glazed over with near boredom. “I haven’t heard of him.”

“You haven’t heard of anyone. Well, I suppose that’s partially my fault.”

You ignored his comment. He often tried to guilt himself for not teaching you more about things other than training, fighting, killing. No matter how many times you told him you didn’t mind, he brought it up anyway. Besides, you didn’t think you wanted to know of this bard, especially after what he’s done.

“Where is the target located?”

“He was in Oxenfurt two weeks ago, at the time of the most recent…incident. Payer said he’s now in Novigrad.”

“Not far.”

A comfortable silence fell between you two, allowing the noise of the tavern to fill in the gap. You noticed Rauf eye the same woman who had been dancing practically all night. This time, you allowed your eyes to make their way to her as well. She was so carefree, seemingly impossible to tire. There was so much life in her, but you wondered what she went home to. An empty house or a full one? An abusive husband or a loving partner? A loved child or one she wished she never had? These people, they each had their own lives that lead to either pain, anger, or devastation. Each and every person would have their own life, their own struggles, their own sins. Some of them wouldn’t even realize it, or care.

You shifted your attention back to the nearly full cup in front of you. You picked it up and swirled the liquid around before bringing it to your lips. Before every assignment, you felt the same nerves as you did now. It was a mix of eagerness and hesitation. In this case, you wanted to get the son of a bitch bard, no matter what it took. But an assassination in a city like Novigrad, for a somewhat popular bard? It would be tough, that was for sure.

Rauf must have noticed your clouded eyes, as he nodded his head towards you. “You think you can handle this?”

Despite the underlying nerves, your lips curved upward and you quirked a challenging brow towards him. Within a second Rauf nodded with a similar smile, silently understanding the uselessness of his question. Of course you could handle it. It would be tough, yeah, but the job was always tough. You were trained by the best, after all.

Rauf lifted his cup and spoke with the rim to his lips, “Meet me at the Novigrad guild when you’re done. You have the usual time to finish it.”

You took one last sip of your drink, then stood from the chair as you lifted your hood over your head, “See you soon, Uncle Rauf.”

After a single nod from him, you left the tavern and descended into the darkness, ready to eliminate your next target.

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bakusoftie · 5 years

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How about Deku, Katsuki and Todoroki being turned into a cat ( or whatever pet you want ) for a week and their fem s/o taking care of them (like petting,feeding,and playing with them) until they turn back ?

this is so cute omfg

y’all

i fucking love cats

Izuwu, Bakubabe, and Icycutie turning into cats for a week

🥦 izuwu 🥦

apparently some general studies student hated class 1-A so bad that they used their quirk to turn the innocent lil deku into a tiny white munchkin cat with his emerald green eyes and three black spots of fur on his cheeks

he looked so ADORABLE AHHHH

you were walking towards the dorms when you hear the cries of a kitten and looked down at your feet to find the cutest cat you have ever laid eyes on

“Hey there lil buddy!,” you cooed as you picked the ball of fluff up and rested him on your chest.

you thought he reminded you of your crush from the color of his wide green eyes

you couldn’t stop yourself from pecking kisses all over his fluffy face

izuku was sent into a flurry of purrs as he nuzzled his head into your warm chest

he felt kind of bad since you had no idea it was him but he felt so safe and complete being snuggled in your arms and he never wanted to leave

you snook the cute ass fur ball in your room, not before raiding the kitchen for a bowl of milk and leftover pork cutlet bowl that belonged to Denki (it’s okay you left him some money for McNuggets)

you laid the stubborn kitten on your bed but he kept wanting to bury his head in your warmth

“Awww, I’m gonna name you...Deku!,”

the kitten raised his head when he heard that and started licking your hand as if he was giving you little kitty kisses

“You must like that name,huh? It’s because you remind me of him...because you both are so cute!!”

Izuku crawls into your lap and nuzzles his head against your thighs and thinks ‘damn this is the life’

he would never get to do this when he returns to his human form so he for sure will milk the fuck out of this

when your hand comes down to scratch his neck, he swears he has reached heaven as his purring increases and he lets out a little “prrt”

He’s fucking love it

Until he sees you getting undressed...

Then he bulldozes his face into your pillow and let’s out a series of ‘meows’ that kinda sound like his muttering

If you stroke his fur while he eats, he feels like he’s going to combust from joy please don’t stop

6 days later when you’re so used to having this little kitten follow you everywhere and giving you cuddles, you also start to wonder why izuku hasn’t been coming to class lately

until one night when you and Izukitty are cuddling, him being curled into a ball on your boobies

And you feel the fuzzy warmth on your chest start to get heavier

two questions

where did your cat go?

WHY IS IZUKU NAKED AND STRADDLING YOUR WAIST

Izuwu is so flustered and he can’t hardly get a word out except...

“M-Meow?”

💥kitsuki bakukitty💥

ma there's a weird-looking fucking cat outside

seriously...bakugou as a cat is fucking frightening

do not give this fucker CLAWS

well somebody did

and bakugou was fucking pissed

he couldn’t do anything for himself and his quirk wouldn’t even fucking work

not to mention he keeps hacking up disgusting fucking hairballs

it was your turn to take the dorm’s trash out when you see a

sort of cute-looking?

ash-blonde cat with sharp red eyes staring into your soul.

THIS FUCKER POUNCED ON YOUR LEG

CLAWS DIGGING INTO YOUR FLESH

he is literally ‘my cat from hell’

But you thought his aggressive actions just meant he was an abused stray that needed to be nutured

uh bitch

you was w r o n g

you also thought his fur and eyes kinda looked like your crush, Katsuki

so of course,

you named the kitty

katsukitty

he did not wike it

you got so many cat scratches BITCH YOU STARTING TO LOOK LIKE VICTOR ZSASZ

you googled “how to tame an agressive cat” on wikihow and it said to spend time with the cat and play with him so

you took that bitch to your room

and got out a ball of yarn and a laser pointer

“let the chaos begin, katsukitty 😈”

let me just tell you that this bitch’s meows sound like he’s being fucking drowned like

he’s so ugly LMAOASKKS

but the angry little kitten gets used to you and rubs his head your hand as he gets ready to ATTack and nibble the fuck out of your finger

you text kiri to come over and meet your new little friend and

the moment he smells the stench of another male coming up into his territory (aka you)

he fucking asshole

bites a fucking chunk out of kiri’s lightening mcqueen crocs

kiri: gEt yOur fUckinG cAt, BiTch

you: he don’t bite 🙂

kiri: yES hE dO

im so sorry kiri but

those crocs were ugly anyway

katsukitty did you a favor

bakugou is such an asshole cat like he literally jumped up on your dresser for the sole purpose of knocking your limited edition Best Jeanist Funko POP to the floor

yOu shiTTy BitcH

you had to get a spray bottle full of water after he scratched up the All Might t-shirt that Izuku bought you for your birthday

jealous heaDASS

he won’t let anyone inside your room

I mean you saw what he did to kiri’s crocs

So when mineta thought he would be slick and sniff your panties while you were in the shower

Katsukitty didn’t even have to touch the fucker

he just growled and mineta shit his pants

he protecc

he attacc

but most importantly

he a snacc

speaking of snacks,,,

if you try to feed him that gross ass canned cat food

he will fuck your ass up

don’t even think about it

although...he was considering it 😳

but no

once you accidentally dropped some sriracha on the floor and his ass lapped that shit up

you swore to god that isn’t healthy for cats to eat but

you still gave him a whole bowl full

because he made him happy

and you could finally pet him while he ate without getting slice and diced

that’s how most your days were like until the end of the week when you were coming to your room after making Katsukitty a tiny version of Bakugou’s costume

but what you were met with was a naked Bakugou (with only a ball of yard to cover his privates) on your bed

“I’m going to get you back for calling me fucking ‘Katsukitty’ for a week,dumbass”

💙 IcyCutie ❤️

oh this defenseless baby

he has no clue how this happened to him but the moment he sees you, he has the urge to rub his head against your leg?

and he does

you look down when you feel something soft and furry brushing against your ankle

it’s this cute ass slender white cat with an orange spot that covers his left eye and head. His eyes are two different colors and you think he is the cutest thing to ever grace this earth

He’s literally many the ‘🥺’ face and

Your uwus have been

s n a t c h e d

Todorokitty wishes he could communicate with you somehow and tell you that it’s him but then you’re putting him up and holding him tightly against your breasts and

😳 big boobs? small boobs? no boobs? he do not care

his brain just goes: tiddy

honestly you could do whatever you want with him and he wouldn’t care

he’s kinda one of those cats that just want to sleep

he’s such an lazy cat like

just hold him and lay with him please

even as a cat, he is just so touchstarved

the only moment he shows any feral activity is when you brought some Zaria soba for yourself and nasty ass fish for him

this bitch yeeted the fish off the plate and when you’ve gone to go clean it up

THIS BITCH PUTS HIS FURRY ASS HEAD INSIDE THE BOWL

bitch almost drowned in that shit

feed him

peasant

he definitely gets used to you taking care of him and being treated like he’s special and loved because he never got that before so there’s times where he just stares at your with wide eyes and paws at your tummy

he gets the best sleep of his life being cushioned by your body

you are his bed now

sometimes he’ll leave the room and come back to leave you “gifts”

oh god

is that a fucking hamster?

😳 oh no

that’s koda’s hamster

“I understand that you were trying to do a good thing but you have committed an atrocity”

just wait until you get this hoe on some catnip 😈

normally he’s such a calm and collected kitty but once you sprinkle some of that good kush

he go ‘aRrrrOowwww’

he’s basically banging his head on the carpet trying to snort this shit the best he can

you and todorokitty have some good times and some bad times

but you do miss actually Todoroki

it makes you sad some nights because you thought he might be avoiding you

when he sees you sad, it reminds him of his mom tbh and he never wants you to feel this way,,especially if he’s literally right in front you

he’ll lay his head on your shoulder and put tiny kitten licks all over your face

👅 aaaulghh

the next day, you walked into your room after a trying day of school and flopped onto your bed where you thought your precious kitten was so you went to pet the little guy

except you were met with flesh

and i oop

😟

“are you naked? ewwwww.”

Shouto had no fucking shame

He just pulled you into his arms like nothing changed

“Shut up and let me love you, kitten”

#todoroki shouto #todoroki x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #izuku midoriya #deku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #bnha x reader #bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #bakugokatsuki

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twinklecheeks · 5 years

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Friends With Benefits (Jeff Wittek Imagine) Part 5

Summary: Jeff and Y/N have been hooking up for a while. The whole vlog squad assumes they’re dating and Y/N does too but Jeff doesn’t like labels. He eventually starts to express interest in Natalie.

Note: Planning on making this a multiple part series, depending on how good it does. You’re 21 & Latina in this (maybe) series. Also, I’d like to apologize for the typos, if there is any. I’m just illiterate lmao.

Warnings! pregnancy.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Word Count: 1.7k

David’s house:

You walk into the house and everyone is already making bets on what are the genders. Zane, Heath and Todd bet both boys, Matt & Corinna bet a boy and a girl, Mariah/Carly/Erin bet both girls. Y/n: “Hey Natalie, can I talk to you in the car outside?” Natalie: “Sure. How are you feeling? I feel like we haven’t talked in months.” Y/n: “I’m doing great but I have to talk to you about something important.” Natalie: “Like what?” Y/n: “All the girls know who the father of my twins are and I don’t want you to freak out…” Natalie: “Why would I freak out?” Y/n: “Because Jeff is the father...” Natalie: “Wait, Jeff cheated on me?” Y/n: “NO NO NO. We kind of had this friends with benefits for months before you dated. He ended it with me before he asked you out. He was the only person I’ve been with during those months so I know it’s his.” Natalie: “Does he know?” Y/n: “No…” Natalie: “Why doesn’t he know?” Y/n: “Because he didn’t treat right. He was a player and I was under his charm. I was basically wrapped around his finger until I had enough.” Natalie: “I mean… I’m not surprised… Jeff looks like a player.” Y/n: “I just hope I don’t ruin your relationship. I told him during our last fight that I hope he treats you better than he treated me. If he wants to be in their life, that’s fine but if he doesn’t, I’ll ask him to sign his rights away once they’re born.” Natalie: “Thanks for telling me… Are you going to tell him?” Y/n: “Yeah but I wanted to tell you first incase he blows things out of proportion.” Natalie: “Understandable. I’ll go get Jeff.” She gets out of the car and goes into the house to tell him to go talk to you in the car. You see him walk out and you panic a bit.

Jeff: “ummmm hey?” Y/n: “Hi.” Jeff: “Nat said you needed to tell me something.” Y/n: “Okay but you can’t blame me for not telling you sooner. You have been such an asshole to me.” Jeff: “Telling me what sooner?” Y/n: “These babies are yours…” Jeff looked like he saw a ghost. He went pale like he was gonna pass out. Jeff: “Excuse me??!? How the fuck you know those babies are mine?” Y/n: “Pretty simple. You were the only guy I slept with since New Years until you dumped me for Natalie.” Jeff: “I don’t believe you. I want a paternity test once they’re born. Until then, I don’t want anything to do with you.” Y/n: “what the fuck do you honestly believe I just slept around? Wanna know something dick head?? You were the only person I wanted to sleep with because I was fucking in love with you but you treated me like shit and I let you do it for too fucking long. I was blind with something that was never going to happen. But I finally realized what I deserved.” Jeff: “Oh boo hoo I don’t want to hear you sob story and you better keep your fucking mouth shut about this.” Y/n: “Oh honey, you are way too late for that. The girls and David know and I just can’t wait to tell the rest of the guys.” Y/n runs out of the car so fast and locks Jeff in her car. Jeff: “WHAT THE FUCK YOU CRAZY BITCH.” You quickly run inside and lock David’s front door but Jeff get’s in through the back door. Y/n: “hey to the guys who don’t know who my deadbeat baby daddy is, it’s Jeff. Jeff runs in right as you finished that sentence. He basically doesn’t want anything to do with me or the kids he helped conceive until he knows for sure.” Jeff: “YOU SHIT THIS IS WHY I DIDNT WANT TO FUCKING BE WITH YOU. YOU ALWAYS FUCKING THINK YOU’RE THE RIGHT. YOU DON’T EBER FUCKING LISTEN WHEN SOMEONE TELLS YOU SHIT. YOU ARE EXACTLY LIKE CIERRA TRYING TO ACT LIKE YOU’RE BETTER THAN EVERYONE ELSE. WELL GUESS WHAT SWEETHEART, YOU’RE A NOBODY.. Y/n: “honey the difference between me and Cierra is that she cheated on you and dumped your ass cause she realized how much of a low life you are. You are such a piece of shit. I wish these babies weren’t yours cause I hope they don’t fucking turn out like drug dealers and go to prison. I don’t need you. Sign your rights away once they’re born because I’m fucking done with you saying lies about me.” Y/n turns around to Natalie. Y/n: “Natalie. Good fucking luck.” Jeff was livid. He hated when someone brought up his past mistakes so when you mentioned that you hope the twins don’t turn out like him, it stung. Jeff: “I’ll gladly sign my rights away cause It’d be hell dealing with you and those things for the next 18 years.” Y/n: “don’t fucking call my children that.”

The whole vlog squad were stunned with how Jeff was treating you. Natalie: “Jeff…. WE’RE DONE.” Jeff: “babe plea-“ Natalie: “Save the apologies. It’s too late. You think I’d pick you over her. Girl code bitch.” Todd: “dude, just leave.” Everybody is just so disappointed in Jeff. They thought he was a nice guy but he never showed that side of him. Natalie: “y/n I’m so sorry. If I knew I would’ve never gone out with him.” Y/n: “it’s fine. He seems like Prince Charming at first and then becomes a snake.” Heath: “baby, just know all of us are here for you. It takes a village to raise a baby.” Zane: “she’s gonna need 2 villages.”

1 day later (the night before the gender reveal)

(Y/n is spending the night at Kylie’s house since the reveal party is gonna be at her place)

Y/n: “I told Jeff he’s the father.” Stass: “NO FUCKING WAY.” Kylie: “HOW DID HE REACT.” Y/n: “It was bad… I explained everything and he completely flipped out. So I said if he doesn’t want anythng to do with me or these babies, sign his rights away so I can have full custody.” Stass: “Did you tell Natalie?” Y/n: “Actually, I did. Natalie and I have known each other for longer than we’ve both known Jeff. I knew she wouldn’t get mad at me. And I made sure to tell her that I wasn’t trying to get in between her and Jeff. That ship sailed months ago but she saw all the horrible stuff he was saying and dumped him.” Kylie: “Damn I would’ve loved to be there for that. I Would’ve ripped him a new one.” Stass: “We should get to bed. We have a big day tomorrow! What do you think it’s gonna be? I hear there’s a bet going around.” Y/n: “It’s a tie between twin boys vs twin girls.” Kylie: “Let’s just wait and see what the colors are tomorrow.”

Gender reveal party

Y/n is officially 4 months pregnant and it’s reveal day!

Kylie: “Wake up sleepy head. I know you’re tired with carrying 2 babies but we gotta get you glammed up. Y/n: “Ughhhhh why can’t I just be lazy and stay in bed.” Stass: “Cause you’re finding out what you’re having.” Y/n: “You can just tell me right now :)” Kylie: “ABSOLUTELY not. Kylie’s team then comes in and spends 2 hours doing your hair, make-up and picking out your outfit. You had to choose between a pink and blue maternity dress. You picked the pink dress and have your nails painted matte baby blue (Pictured below how you look)

Once you’re ready, you head downstairs and a bunch of your friends are there. You were glad to see your family, including your dad. He still wasn’t talking to you but he was there. Everybody was having a good time eating, playing the classic shower games like guessing what chocolate is in the “poopy” diaper and other stuff like that. Kylie: “Okay guys! Gather around so we can find out the genders of the twins. Final voting. How many people think they’re boys?” About half think boys, and the other half is equal between boy & girl twin and just girl twins. Kylie: “So y/n is going to be revealing baby A and you guys are going to be revealing baby B.” Kylie gives you the powder cannon. Kylie: “Are you ready?” Y/n: “AHHHH I NO IM NOT BUT I AM.” Everybody: “3! 2! 1!”

Y/n: “IT’S A GIRL!!!! AHHHHH.” Everybody is screaming. Stass: “To the people who bet, y’all better be praying that you’re right.” Kylie and Stass hand powder cannon to everybody at the party and the countdown begins again. 3.. 2… 1!!!

IT’S ANOTHER GIRL!!!!!! At this point, you’re just sobbing. You’re having 2 girls. The only thing you care about in the moment are your baby girls. Zane: “Man we lost the bet. I thought it was gonna be boys.” Mariah, Carly & Erin: “Ayyyye we won!!! Now give us our money.”

A couple of hours later

David: “So I guess you’re not naming one David Jr.” Y/n: “You thought I would?” David: “HEY! You promised for 250k...” Y/n: “I was never going to accept that. A joke is a joke.” David: “How you feeling knowing you’re having 2 girls?” Y/n: “I think it’s pretty ironic. Jeff treats women like shit and look what happened. I’m having girls. But I don’t mind. Baby girl clothes are way cuter than boy clothes.” David: “I just wanted to let you know that I’m in it for the long run.” Y/n: “Huh?” David: “Y/n, I have had a crush on you since before I met Liza. I was crushed when she dumped me and you were always there. You were the only one who was always there for me through thick and thin. I know this is bad timing telling you this but it’s because I was too much of a scared little bitch to tell you. I will be there every single step of the way. I’ll go to your appointments with you if you want me to and be there helping you through labor if you want me to.” Y/n: “I’d love it if you were there for me all the way.”

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Yoooo I AM SO SORRY I SAID I WAS GONNA POST EARLY. I had the chapter mostly done but it felt very boring so I basically rewrote most of the chapter. I might take longer than usual for the next chapter cause I have no Idea what to write next... Also, sorry if this chapter sucked.

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paper-stars-and-fireflies · 4 years

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Close Call

The third story in the Grimm Omens series! As always, the cast is mostly made up of OCs: Magnolia, Kali and Hawthorne are mine, and Omen belongs to the wonderful @splanoot. If anyone would like some additional information on what’s going on, please let me know. Thanks for reading! Maggie was outside smoking, the next time she saw Omen. It had been over a month since they’d spent a night together drinking. After her botched confession with Angel, she’d gotten mysteriously more busy, suddenly all but living in that damn Radio Tower, filling her waking hours with oddjobs and errands for Alastor, cramming her few free hours here and there stalking through more and more areas of Hell, looking for eyes she recognized. Kali’s dark eyes, black like ink, like kohl, like imploding stars. Hawthorne’s deep blue, deep as the ocean depths, as the end of the day, as the start of night. Something poked at her, looking for a motorcycle helmet too, smooth, with a smoked visor clicked low, even inside.

It had been a long month, living and working alone. She had gotten used to smoking and drinking shitty beer on the tower’s roof, her feet kicked over the edge. It was to stretch her wings in peace, she’d tried to convince herself. To keep an eye out, she told herself. It had nothing to do with the low growl of a certain bike, that her ears weren’t straining for a gunshot that sounded nothing like the others. Nothing at all. One night, half-asleep leaning on one of the legs of the antenna, she heard it, the growling rumble that started far off before roaring closer, a dark shape snaking and darting along the roads, speeding past the tower about two blocks over. She swore she could feel the vibration in her teeth, in her chest, and couldn’t help it, throwing herself off the roof and swooping towards the sound without a second thought. Using her bony wings to glide to a closer roof to watch him, she hid, transfixed by the legendary Omen chasing down some sort of prey. Whoever the unlucky sinner was, a canine beast with stained, overgrown fur and a net of scars, ran on all four legs, the mouth full of shards of bone gaping open, struggling for breath. Omen’s motorcycle screeched as he cornered hard after it, roaring and eating up the open road like nothing. She bit into her lip, too scared to even breathe as she crept to the edge of the roof. Omen drew his gun, slow, purposeful, deadly calm. In the moonlight, she couldn’t tell if it was the gun, or just a gun, but the shot dispelled any doubt. It was louder, louder than anything she had heard. Like a cannon, like an explosion, tearing along the barrel, unwavering on its course. A warning shot to anyone in the pentagram. The wolf-man skipped a step, skidded and slumped over in the street, laying on its side in an already forming pool of his own blood and ichor. A perfect circle bullethole was balanced evenly between its eyebrows, and Omen stopped carefully, leaving his bike to idle as he stood, leaning down to check his victim’s pulse. Finding none, he brushed its eyes closed, throwing it over his shoulder to dispose of it somewhere. Maggie flared her wings and took off, using shadows to return to the Radio Tower before Omen or Alastor noticed. She carried the purr of his bike and the ring of that shot in her head like a sick, familiar lullaby for a week. Alastor, of course, knew. He knew everything, and it had become her job to make sure he did. All but about Angel, of course. She didn’t doubt Alastor knew she was hiding something from him, but Angel’s deal had her tongue sealed. He’d tried to pry it out of her using the things his shadows had seen, offering her protection from Omen, reading her fascination as rivalry, as fear. When she didn’t take the bait, he caught on, offering her his secrets, things about him she didn’t know but ached too, but she refused to take his deals. Privacy might be all someone had in Hell, and the more people knew, well, that was just more and more weaknesses to be exploited. Still, no matter how busy he kept her, how he tried to probe or the deals he tried to make, she couldn’t say anything about her own feelings, or her best friend, and eventually he grew bored, letting her go to spend her time elsewhere. She’d started lurking at the hotel, staying with Ruya, all but haunting Husk, but still she felt alone, stealing glances at the empty seat. There had been over a week of melancholy drinking with Husk, dancing around the subject. Omen had been busy, Husk told her with a look she couldn’t place. Came in at odd hours, if he came in at all. One night, sick of her hopeless moping, Husk had made himself an especially strong drink and waited for one of her pouting fits where she would swirl her glass and then stare out the window, face resting on her folded arms. Eventually she would steal another look at his empty stool before excusing herself to smoke or dance, drinking until she forgot she was lonely. Until she forgot she had never been lonely before she met him. This time, when she buried her face, he slunk around the bar, climbing in the stool himself. When she looked up, her hellfire eyes sparking in surprise, he took a lazy sip of Omen’s favorite concoction, lifting one of his wings. “Ya like what ya see, baby?” He’d tried at copying their friend’s voice, but no one could quite get to his deep baritone, the careful pronunciation. She’d laughed, realizing how ridiculous she’d been before stilling, feeling how deep the ache went. “I’m gonna have to look for him too, huh Husk?” She asked softly. He could feel the air move, her hidden wings wrapping in around herself. “Nah, kid, you don’t. He’ll be back soon, far as I hear. Bosslady’s givin’ him a bit more leash after the extermination. Just gotta make it a bit longer.” Husk stayed in the seat, looking at his own paws to give her some space. “But, you are gonna have to talk to ‘im. You ain’t been you. He ain’t been him. I can’t say it’s been for the same reason you been feelin’ lousy, but… Well, you ought’a give it a shot.” He offered, stretching his wing out towards her. He felt the cold brush of bone against his feathers and held it, knowing this was as much touch as she could tolerante now. Even Angel couldn’t lay a hand on her, as much time as he spent trying to cheer her up. And then, all at once, he was in front of her. She was leaning on the hotel wall, one foot braced against the wall, one hand cradling a knife in her pocket as she slowly dragged her way through a cigarette or two, bemoaning her bad luck to have missed him yet again. Then the distinct roar of his bike sounded off somewhere in the city, growing from something that she had almost missed to a sound capable of swallowing her whole as he parked behind the hotel, dusting off his hands and straightening his jacket as he came out of the alley. She looked up at him, wide-eyed and dumbstruck, as if he had just returned from war. “Omen…” She whispered, the smoke drifting from her mouth like a question mark. He waved it away, raising a hand to open his visor. Three clicks, more than around strangers, but not open, not all the way. That hand stayed on his helmet, the other tucked into a pocket. There was no way of knowing, but she hoped maybe he was smiling, a smile just for her. “Hey Maggie. Long time, no see.” He answered. She couldn’t care less he was covered in blood. Things feel back into the same rhythm they always had. Husk kept both their cups full without being asked and they all made conversation like they hadn’t missed a day. Magnolia took a chance, sitting in the stool next to Omen instead of leaving a seat between them, but she gave him space, never once getting too close or crowding him, almost leaning away at times. Husk tried to shoot her a look whenever he thought Omen wasn’t looking but she ignored him, and did her best to pretend it was a coincidence when Angel showed up to visit them. He was harder to ignore, persistent and reckless. Worse still, he had a deal with her, and compulsion was very much on the table if he felt like forcing the issue. She couldn’t give him the chance. She just needed an opening. With the night winding down hours later and no real chances, she was determined to create one. “I think I’m going to head out soon,” She started, pushing her glass away and getting to her feet. If Omen didn’t think something was up by now, the way both Angel and Husk immediately looked up at her would have tipped him off. She stumbled slightly, playing it off the alcohol and her heels. Omen caught her elbow, being closest. “Sorry about that,” She said, playing up her charm ever so slightly. Subtle, play it subtle, she reminded herself. He answered her with a shrug and she made herself turn away. They didn’t normally say goodbye, they didn’t normally say anything. She tried not to hold her breath as she counted the steps to the door, pulling it open and stepping out into the night chill, the door swinging shut a minute later. “Son of a -” she swore, running her hands up and down her arms, thrown off by the chill and frustrated with herself. How in heaven was she supposed to get anywhere like this? She felt like doing any number of things right then, none of them proper or lawful. With a sigh, Magnolia turned, headed to make the lonely walk back to the Tower. She had work in the morning after all. She didn’t make it far. “Hey,” a deep voice called her back to reality. “Hang on a second.” She turned, surprised to find Omen framed in the hotel’s neon. “Uh...hi. You, um, need something?” She asked, claws still holding her arms too tight. He noticed, but didn’t say anything about it. “You want a walk back to….wherever?” he offered, shutting the door and taking a step closer. She must have looked shell-shocked, because he cleared his throat, toying with the strap under his chin. “I, uh… Yeah, that’d… That’d be nice, if you got the time,” She remembered herself. “If you don’t mind.” “Offered, didn’t I?” He might have smiled then, offering her his elbow like a real old-fashioned gentleman. She took it, immediately grateful for his warmth. “You don’t mind being seen with me?” He asked after a moment. “No, of course not. I drink with you, don’t I?” She tried to laugh, but it just came out unnatural. She tried not to grimace, looking around. Down the dark alley, she spied his bike, his pride and joy. “Hey, Omen.” She said, pulling him to a stop. He hesitated, curious. “Um, you can say no, but, um, one day, or night or whatever, could I...Would you maybe take me with you? For a ride on your bike?” She pointed down the alley, nervousness making her shake like she had asked for so much more. He stayed silent, regarding her. Finally, he spoke, reaching to close his visor. “You can’t ride like that.” He moved past her, headed back to the hotel. Disappointment crashed down on her in an icy wave, getting in her bones faster than the nighttime chill. She looked down, her shoulders hunching involuntarily. “Stay here, I have spare gear inside.” He called over her shoulder and she felt electric. True to his word, Omen came back a few minutes later with another jacket and helmet. It was smaller, meant for Husker. “Got it for him before I realized he could just fly where he wants.” Omen filled the silence as she pulled the jacket on and fastened it, grateful for it already. She didn’t bother pointing out her own wings, preferring to keep them tucked away in secrecy. She took the time to pull her hair up before pulling on the helmet, struggling a bit with the buckles and straps. “Lift your chin,” Omen said gently, his hand hovering by her neck. She hesitated, but nervously did, baring her throat so he could help her with them. His touch was warm and unexpectedly gentle, even with the riding gloves. She followed him then, following his instructions to climb on, her arms snaking around his waist as soon as they were moving. She tried not to hold too tight, tried to stay upright but it wasn’t long before the bike was roaring, ripping across the pentagram faster than she had ever flown and she was holding on to him as tight as she could without risking hurting him, her helmet pressed against the wide muscles of his back. She was glad she’d tucked the bony spines of her wings inside the jacket, and just let herself enjoy the rush, the adrenaline, wind, the power of the bike and the mercenary driving it. All too soon he was pulling up in front of the Happy Hotel again, helping her climb down again before he sidled the bike back into its hiding place in the shadows. “The...Hotel?” She asked, pulling the helmet back off, offering it to him. He took it, tucking it under his arm. “You stay here too, right?” He shrugged. “I figured this was home, tonight.” She nodded dumbly. She could make it to the Tower before her job, easy. Ruya wouldn’t say anything if she crashed on the couch again. And well, Magnolia wasn’t going to say anything about the way Omen slung his arm over her shoulders as they wandered back in together.

#hazbin hotel original character #hazbin hotel oc #Grimm Omens

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allllllrighty~ here’s my tHING~<3 i recognize that i talk pretty fast (and i was also trying to be hushhush so i probably didn’t come out as clear as i wanted to) so i’m including a script under the cut~

Tagged by @momtaku, @laffitine, & @dirtylevi ~ ♡ //thank y'all smmmmm// Tagging @shuuhuu @madcapraccoon @matcha-castella @starry-raven & everyone else on here who needs an excuse to do it and wants to. i’ll share the love and peer pressure asdkjfnak

'Aight, so here's my stab at Mamataku's SnK Voice Meme 4.0! I wrote a script to try and keep myself on track, but... the fuck if I ever know how to play right, so here we go~

State your name and username. 『sal, fivefootab-i-tch』 Is there a story behind your user name that you’d like to share? 『it's from an o.g. fandom video called "More Sassy Levi (Ezekieru Outtakes)". this was way before i was more or less tumblr savvy and i've gone through variations of it before settling on this one to mimic Ezekieru's pronunciation of BITCH. i'd wanna have a completely hyphenless version of this url to make my presence easier for the tumblr system to SWALLOW, kkkk but it's taken. the version of it with a 1 instead of the i isn't though... so maybe i'll switch to that one, i dunno. what's a brand?』 Where are you from? 『i'm from the states, southern california, bordertown asscrack of the U.S. you might get that lazy, high as balls, surfer feel from my voice since i've been here all my life』 How long have you been a fan of the series? 『i'm about two years late from the anime release, and i only know this because i immediately started writing fanfiction after binging the series in summer 2015. so... coming on 4 years? damn.』 What is your favorite and least favorite Arc? 『my favorite arc is the uprising arc, a pretty popular opinion, for a lot of reasons: the sudden turn of events, levi's collarbones, levi as a kid, KENNY, the characters all having their own unique identity crisis as their morals are suddenly taking turns, historia reclaiming her identity... (which was something that hits a little too close to home for comfort, but what's a good series that doesn't rip your personal feelings to shreds?)』『i'm not a big fan of the marley side of things, another pretty popular opinion. for me, suddenly switching to a new cast of characters and setting after so much was accomplished in the uprising arc and return to shiganshina felt like betrayal. i mean... they get to the basement, which was the whole ass goal of the entire series up to that point, then we suddenly screech to a halt to tell someone elses' story. i can understand it... theoretically? i guess? bbut the whole time i was still like "wait a minute, what happened with the main cast?" bits and pieces of it have grown on me since, but i still have a ways to go to invest myself. politically, i just realized... marley really grinds my gears. why did i have to realize this? i'm shook. i can't believe this. i'll process it later.』 Do you have a favorite moment in the story thus far? 『eren screaming "the world outside the walls is my birthright" for... reasons. historia reclaiming her identity for... reasons... i've found myself hyperinvested in this series for immensely personal reasons i hope to eventually see through in my own life. i wanna be free, too. i also liked the moment in the uprising arc when levi thanked armin for saving jean. it was rough, but something he needed to hear. also any moment levi praises people. it's really cute.』 If you could resurrect one dead character who would it be and why? 『kuchel, because not only does levi deserve his mother but i would've loved to see more of her and how she raised levi into the compassionate kind of guy he is now. that side of him survived the tough love kenny put him through, so she must've breathed hella life into her kid and that's something i'd love to have seen more of』 Who is your favorite character and why? 『levi, for a lot of obvious as well as not so obvious reasons.』『obvious reasons: he's pretty fucking cute. his sass and one liners are hilarious. his sense of humor's a clusterfuck of bad shit jokes and dark takes the people around him don't understand half the time and that's pretty funny in itself. he's o.p. as hell but the way the story makes it not matter when it comes down to it (because the universe is just THAT fucked up) is really something. he's in a league of his own but the depth of his characterization and development shows that's only a small part of who he is. the story demands so much more of him and the ways he rises (and sometimes falls) to the occasion makes me really like him. he's showcased as Humanity's Strongest but he's still human and flawed as fuck.』『not so obvious reasons: he says fuck gender roles. he's short and makes the trans guy side of me feel pretty good. that particular character trait isn't just a gag for me. he started from the bottom now he's here. he always sides with the powerless, the helpless. he (to his own personal moral code) uses the strength he has for good as opposed to using it to keep people below him, something he could very well do if he uncritically internalized everything kenny spoonfed him, and wanted to. he doesn't sit on a moral high horse. he's open minded and accepting of letting people decide things for themselves. he's humble. if he doesn't understand something, he'll look to other people and he does all that while remaining confident and assertive in his own abilities. he doesn't hold himself above doing the dirty work if he feels he's best suited to do it. he genuinely cares about people and does his best to talk them through their issues when they need it, even if he's clumsy while doing it. it's really inspirational and personally validating .』 Any OTPs? 『erejean hits me a certain way. they're everything "boys will be boys" is SUPPOSED to mean, and i still can't get over jean calling eren cool. they're just so funny and i love their dynamic. hange and petra hits too for a reason i don't really understand yet. i don't get super invested in pairings, but i do like seeing character dynamics being explored in different lights and stuff. **** i bonded with my partner over roleplaying an au ereri thread, so that pairing's pretty special too. i didn't ship it at first, but being open to it has led me to getting to know this amazing person, so... yeah.』 You are able to transport to the SnK Universe for a day. How do you spend it? 『helping out. i don't know what i'd be able to contribute, but i'd want to be doing something to make the lives of the main cast easier. they have it really hard, and so many times i wanted to be able to do something for them. so i write my original characters into fanfiction. on the other hand, if it's a world where i'm independent and free to live whatever life i wanna live, i'd wanna go absolutely apeshit first. see everything there is to see and live all the life there is to live. ****perform a strip tease at a scout party and have the officers stick bills into my boobs.**** THEN commit myself to some sort of social or military work for the scouting legion. ****be their comfort... if yaknoe what i mean. it's good honest work~♡****』 Eren Jaeger did nothing wrong or Eren Jaeger did everything wrong? 『eren jaeger is what eren jaeger does. i can't vouch for whether or not he's right or wrong because there's no way i can really put myself in the situation he's in. mass genocide is very wrong, without a doubt, but something tells me there's something else going on and his real intentions are more complicated. a pivotal point in the series for him was his tribunal, where levi played the role of the arrogant wank to save his life and beat his ass before the whole military court. i think there's something similar going on here. he could be playing a role too, but it still stands that i have no idea. i'm not so invested in condemning or glorifying him, because the things i enjoy about his character aren't really going to be influenced.』 What is your favorite song in the series? Feel free to sing an extract 『i love them all. hiroyuki sawano makes such amazing soundtracks and all the vocals are powerful and chilling as fuckall hell. some favorites i do have are red swan, Vogel im Käfig, Bauklötze, call your name, it's answer song call of silence, youseeBIGGIRL, the spanish version of so ist es immer. so uh... even though i'm not very good at it, i do really love singing, so... i'm gonna try and sing some for y'all. i know a lot more english, japanese, and spanish than i do german so... i'm sorry!』 ****『Like the scarlet night veiling the dark You can hide your fear Can lie, my dear Kono mama yume wo mite Chi darake no tsubasa Hirogete』**** 『Las sillas ya juntas están Charlamos toda la noche Este lugar no esta nada mal Y creo que nos llevamos bien ****Solo estamos nosotros Siempre es nuestra luz Cantando y bebiendo, puedes estar tu Bajo el cielo azul Siempre estamos asi Y largas son las noches aqui』『Ist das der Zerstörer oder der Schöpfer?』**** 『one of these days, when i feel more bearable to listen to, i'll... try and do some full ass covers, if y'all would be down for that ♡』 Bonus: What would Erwin do? 『about... what? everything going down now? i dunno. all i can offer is a dream daddy reference. he's chilling in Margaritaville somewhere... 』 Say the following: Wall Maria, Jean Kirschstein, Reiner Braun, Ymir, Theo Magath, Onyankopon, Kiyomi Azumabito, Hajime Isayama, Shiganshina Trio, Shingeki no Kyojin, Shinzou wo Sasageyo

#snk voice meme 4.0 #sal's shiz #audio #ft. my shameless art bc it's like my favorite one sadjfnaskfn #i also starred things i couldn't verbalize for x reasons teehee so the script has extra shit~<3

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