#my sweet cactus anon
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Lesbians are women attracted exclusively to women, if you're gonna make up BS gender terms make up your own sexuality term too and stop stealing our words, class traitor.
Someone is an angy scaredy cat baby who can't mind their own business' now can they TERF?
Go cry about it to someone who cares? Labels are for the person using them and nothing else. I'm a queer AF Nonbinary Lesbian. Get Wrecked my dude
#Oh Look...I got my first attempt at a mean anon....#Go suck a cactus ya dork#TERF Anon#Anon Ask#Ask Erin#Sweet Jesus Terfs really can't say things with their whole chest and gotta go on Anon don't they
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Hola Anya, es mi primera vez que hago un anon (no tan anon) así que tú serás el primero.
Quiero decirte que me encantan tus escritos y eres increíble. I love you so much!!
Can I take the 🌵? You know, 100!% mexicana
Did you know that Hayden was in Mexico to watch the Eclipse? Para ser más específica en Torreón.
QUEEEE como por qué estaba en Torreón 😭, pudiendo ir a Sinaloa a verlo bien o a mi estado... maldito desgraciado. Yo lo vi y estuvo bien lindo, debió verlo conmigo
I love u sm too!!! Thank u for always supporting my fics and me in general, that's so sweet and means a lot. Claro que puedes tomar el cactus, todo para ti amor 😽
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hi!! I just wanted to say that I was the anon who requested huntlow with Willow's parents and im– thank you so much, that was so sweet ;; I love your fics so much! I hope you have a wonderful day, thank you for sharing your awesome writings with people <3 :]
Note: this has been sitting in my drafts since October. I have very bad habit of drafting a response and forgetting about it but I did have an alternate version for the “meet the parents” prompt in mind. Original for reference No FTF spoilers just a headcanon I’ve head for awhile. 💚💛 also thank you so much that is so sweet
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“... and it turns out fireflies don’t actually catch fire in the human realm which is so weird! Like why even call them that?” Willow continued, taking a deep breath as she tried to fit months worth of stories into mere minutes. She knew they would have plenty of time to catch up and she had her photo album to show them but she had just missed her dads so much and had so much time to make up for. “And then, oh wait I should probably let Gus tell you about cars he explains them so much better than I could and we-.”
“Oh petal we’re just so glad you were safe,” said Gilbert as he and Harvey wrapped her into another hug, they had months worth of hugs to catch up on too.
“I mean, I knew you were,” said Harvey, his eyes still stung with tears left over from their reunion. “My daughter is sweet and tough, like a cactus blossom.”
“Oh, you dorks,” Willow sighed fondly, allowing herself to be buried again by their embrace. “I missed you too.”
“We really must meet this Ms. Camila to thank her for taking such good care of you all this time,” said Harvey, giving his family an extra squeeze.
“Yes,” agreed Gilbert, wiping a lingering tear from his daughter’s eyes, still in disbelief that she was truly there with them. “We owe her so much for bringing you back to us. We should have her over for dinner.”
“Oh my Titan yes of course!” said Willow, looking around for the others. The group had separated to focus on different tasks and after Hooty had confirmed everything was done and everyone was safe, she ran off to find the cell where her dads were being kept. ”There’s someone else I really want you to meet too, I just don’t know where-.”
“Willow?” came a voice from seemingly nowhere and everywhere at the same time.
“Hunter?” she responded instantly, looking around to search for him. It felt like lifetimes since she had heard his voice, yet it had only been a day. A chaotic, hard, dramatic day. She turned and spotted him at the end of the row by the entrance of the prison and took off running. “Hunter!”
“Willow?” He turned and saw her running full speed towards him. He took off as well, his heart racing. “Willow!”
The dreamy and desperate way he said her name prompted her to summon a vine to ride on to reach him sooner. She hadn’t wanted to separate, but there was too much ground to cover in such little time they had no choice. Before they had parted, Hunter had wrapped her in a tight hug and Willow wanted nothing more than to return to that moment and now have that same warmth and closeness surrounded with safety and certainty.
He had also whispered something to her right before he left that she wanted him to repeat in a calmer setting to ensure she hadn’t misheard.
In his eagerness to reach her, with the same sentiment in mind, Hunter unintentionally teleported to the spot she had been when he first saw her. She turned and saw him standing there in confusion but she simply just changed directions and ran towards him again. Hunter was so overcome by the sight of her, safe and sound after the terrifying and dangerous day they had endured that the moment he took a step forward, he found himself teleporting again, essentially switching places with her.
Willow couldn’t help but laugh as she realized it had happened again. She ended up back by her dads who watched on in confusion, slowly piecing together what was happening and exchanging a knowing smile between themselves.
“Stay there, I’ll come to you!” They both called at the same time. They both laughed, so overtired and so desperate to be near each other.
“Should I send a vine over?” she called, overwhelmed with anticipation.
“No, no I can figure it out!” Hunter called back, still adjusting with controlling the lingering magic linked to his emotions. “Hold on!”
“Is that him?” asked Gilbert with a smile, knowing from Willow’s overjoyed expression that it could be nobody else. She subconsciously adjusted her hair as she gave them an excited nod to confirm. Despite only having a few minutes to reconnect and try to explain everything, Hunter’s name managed to come up many times. And the bubbly, airy way that she said it with was not lost on her fathers.
They had so missed the way she would roll her eyes when they would playfully ask who she was messaging, the giddy way she would lean against the wall and gaze at her scroll and claim it was no one. They were relieved to know that in the time they were away she had been with someone who made her so happy.
And they were delighted for the opportunity to pester the both of them together.
“Yeah, that’s-.” Before Willow could finish, she was cut off by Hunter teleporting directly in front of her and lunging forward to capture her lips in a purposeful and fervent kiss. His hands delicately cupped the sides of her face, rough and calloused but unmistakably gentle as his fingers brushed the side of her cheek. Willow instantly closed her eyes feeling like she was the one being transported this time as she rested her hands on his chest. It took very little prompting for her to return the kiss and she tilted her head to the side to bring him closer.
When he pulled away, it was only because he wanted to look at her. He was breathing heavily and Willow couldn't tell if it was from all the back and forth or because he had forgotten to breathe while he was kissing her. A part of her wanted it to be because she was just that breathtaking. She felt as thought she might float away if Hunter removed his hands from her.
“-Hunter.” murmured Willow faintly as the rest of the sentence caught up with her. The word left her lips with a new definition and she genuinely wondered how she had ever existed anywhere except this moment. He was surrounded by the glow of a pale pink light, sparkles and shine that far surpassed anything the Collector could summon.
She could tell by the wide adoring look in his eyes that this glow reached her too.
“Willow,” he responded softly, thinking she was saying his name looking for an explanation for his impulsiveness. He spoke quickly, refusing to waste any more precious time. “Willow I- I’m just so glad you’re safe. I just don’t know what I’d do if you were… but I knew you’d be fine, I knew you could handle it but I still… I just-.” He leaned forward and kissed her again, obviously feeling that words were not enough. As much as Willow enjoyed hearing him voice his feelings, she had to admit she wholeheartedly agreed. She smiled against his chapped lips that sparked with warmth as though static electricity was surging through her and sought to flood her chest with lightning.
When he released her this time, he pulled her into him a tight hug, moving one of his hands around the small of her back as the other cradled the back of her head as he buried his face in her hair. Willow exhaled as she eagerly returned the gesture and put her arms around his torso and felt the galderstone in his chest beating furiously, which she knew only occurred when he felt a strong emotion. She didn’t realize how worried she truly had been until she wasn’t anymore.
“Hunter...” she started, stepping back to look at him, placing her hands on his face to wipe away his own tears. She was surprised he had any tears left but she was relieved they were present under happier circumstances. She realized how easy it would be for her to pull him forward and kiss him again, and how much she wanted to. She could tell that that what he was hoping for as she tried to remember what she had begun telling him. She knew there would be plenty of future opportunities now that there was no rush or pressure or end of the world making the decision about whether or not it was the right time. It was hard to imagine that the right time wasn’t all the time .
But the secluded romantic bubble that Hunter had brought to surround them was actually fairly transparent as Willow remembered with flushed cheeks that they had an audience. “Hunter… “ she started again, and he brought his face out to see her, thinking she was giving him permission to kiss her again. He slowly leaned down, but right before he met her lips a third time she finally mustered the strength to finish her sentence. “...these are my dads.” She said slowly, gesturing to this side with her head.
She felt Hunter tense up, mostly in confusion, as his eyes followed her nod and he turned his head slowly to find two older men looking at them with matching smirks, offering him a small wave. He recognized them from WIllow’s drawing in the human realm. He prayed that it was somehow possible that they hadn’t been standing there the entire time. The nervous chuckle Willow emitted confirmed his prayers would be in vain.
He felt the romance bubble pop.
“Hello sirs!” Hunter said, suddenly a combination of pure nerves and formality as he removed his hands from Willow in order to extend his hand to her fathers, not sure whose to shake first. “It’s a pleasure to meet you!”
“From the looks of it, I’d say the pleasure’s all yours,” said Gilbert and both he and his husband chuckled lightly at some inside joke Hunter did not understand but knew he was involved in.
“Ha ha ha, yes of course,” Hunter said, laughing nervously, not sure what else he was meant to do. In all the times he had imagined this meeting, this had never crossed his mind. He was meant to be dressed up and prepared, his arrival planned and with flowers, not returning from battle in a torn Halloween costume with his hair unkempt and caught in the middle of-
“So, our Willow has told us so much about you,” Gilbert said, in a friendly chipper tone. “Clearly, she hasn’t told us everything.”
Hunter glanced quickly at Willow, flustered all over again at the idea that he had come up, as her delicate smile confirmed the claim. As reassuring as her smile always was, Hunter still wondered what he had to live up to and if his impulsiveness had contradicted or confirmed anything. He was sure Willow had been fine with it (actually he was more than sure that she had been more than fine) but he could not decipher how her fathers were feeling.
Was he in trouble? Should he apologize? Would apologizing be taken as an admission of wrongdoing? It certainly hadn’t felt wrong. He wondered now if Luz was hiding somewhere nearby laughing at his expense, having been the one to tell him to go for it the next time he saw Willow. Should he act like nothing had happened? Was he pausing too long thinking these things before audibly responding?
He had just done battle with monsters literally composed of his greatest fears and this somehow felt so much scarier.
He cleared his throat and carefully chose his next words.
“I’d just like to say-.” But before he could finish, he vanished again into a flash of gold. Willow could tell it was his nerves getting the best of him and his panic had removed him against his will. She knew he was probably embarrassed beyond belief that he had allowed himself to be teleported mid introduction, even though Willow knew it had not been done on purpose.
A faint yell of frustration from a great distance confirmed her suspicion. Willow sighed and shook her head fondly, knowing everything about this moment meant to much to him.
And he meant so much to her.
“So does that happen… a lot?” Harvey asked after a moment when Hunter did not instantly reappear.
“Hmm? Oh, yeah, kind of.” Willow replied dreamily, still catching her breath. “He’s still getting the hang of it.”
“Oh, really? Should we be be concerned?” Gilbert asked. “Does he know what he’s doing?”
“I think so,” she said, looking down the pathway again, knowing he would reappear at any moment. “It’s driven by his emotions and he’s still figuring out the best way to express them.”
“I see,” said Harvey. “I’m assuming his emotions for you must be pretty strong considering he didn’t even hesitate.”
“Um, well I dunno I guess… wait, are you talking about the kiss or the teleporting thing?”
“Well, I guess it depends,” said Gilbert sharing a knowing look with his husband. “Which one were you talking about?”
a knowing look with his husband before, lowering his glasses to give her a look of intrigue. “Which one were you talking about?”
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Seeing the amnesiac MC prompts made me wonder how things would turn out if the said MC starts romancing them/shows romantic interest towards them. Like the 2nd prompt before, either do a random RO or general ROs reaction ask.
Your answered prompts are wonderful btw ❤️
Aww thanks, anon (*･ω･)
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All this time and still I need
Another minute
I've been trying to retrieve
A blurry moment
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All of the names sketched in my head
Are blurring away to the outer edge
And all of these old rags that I kept
Are coming with me just like I said
And your lovely silhouette
– Silhouette - Devil and the Deep Blue Sea
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Feelings are fucking weird, man.
One day you wake up to a jaded girl with pastel pink hair who you don't know, then the next you're suddenly falling neck deep in love.
What the hell.
It was on one sunny afternoon when those feelings cemented. You're in one of the local greenhouses in the Stems district with her. She asked if you wanted to come buy succulents and mini terarriums with her, and of course, you said yes. Your feelings took more control than your rational, of course. Being struck by cupid lets a lovefool like you do such foolish things.
You can't really help but glance over at her every now and then and question how she's not even sweating under her dark attire. Black turtleneck shirt, her blue amulet, dark gray shorts that reach her mid thigh, and black loafers—you're just in a regular cotton shirt and some jeans with worn out sneakers compared to her high end fit.
...
It kind of feels nostalgic.
Like you've been several times here before with her.
She picks up a small pot with a little cactus on it shaped like some prickly orange, and pauses for a moment. Her finger taps on the side of the pot as she gazes down at the cactus deep in thought.
"You okay?" You ask her after putting down a small flower-shaped succulent.
"I'm fine." Fleur replies in her ever soft tone, and looks back at you. "Just remembered something."
"Is it something good?"
"You can say that." She looks back at the cactus. "You called me a cactus before."
You grimace. "I didn't mean that as an insult, did I?"
"No, it was... sweet, actually. "Prickly as you may be, there will be those few who will love and take care of you"." Fleur adds the little cactus to her small cart full of other succulents. "You were always the poetic kind."
"More like dramatic" You snort and start following her down to an aisle full of pots. Fleur simply hums, which gently ends the small conversation. You slow down in your pace as look at the pots; some ceramic, others plastic, minimalist to intricately designed. Though one has caught your eye.
It's a beige ceramic pot, with the words: "You make me bloom" on it. This is clearly one meant for lovers, judging by the cheesy pun. Your face heats up at the thought of giving it to Fleur as a gift somewhere in the future, and you quickly avert your gaze from it.
For a moment you pondered on confessing your feelings that way. It would make things less awkward and less word fumbling for you, plus it's a usable thing which gives the pot a double purpose.
You look back at the pot, considering the thought.
That's a good plan, right?
"Something caught your eye?" You jump in surprise upon hearing Fleur, and you're met with her dark brown gaze.
"Uh, yeah." You quickly reply, trying to gather your composure as you clear your throat. "Just a pot I thought was cool."
Before you knew it your hands were already moving to pick up the pot, and showing it to Fleur. "It's this one." You say, voice small and cheeks heating up even more as you realized what you've just done. You refuse to even look at her reaction.
She looks down at the pot, a simple "oh" leaving her.
Then there was a pregnant pause.
You can't help but squirm a bit in place as the pause turns a bit awkward. Fleur doesn't seem fazed, however, she does look back at you.
"It's funny," she starts, arms crossing on top of her midriff, "because you've confessed your feelings to me just like this before."
Wait, what.
You look at her, eyes widening. "What."
She hums in confirmation, looking back at you with an unfazed expression, "Same greenhouse, same aisle, though the pot read "Be my clover" instead."
You stare at her dumbfounded. Were you that predictable? Has she always known about your feelings? If so, how long has she—
"You're not as subtle with your expressions as you think you are," Fleur states, as if hearing your thoughts.
Your face eventually forms into a small frown. "Well, damn, you could've told me that I was that easy to read, Fleur."
She simply shrugs. "I rather let you figure it out on your own." Fleur glances away for a moment. "Though I did think that your confession is still a bit... adorable, despite seeing it already before."
You see the faintest hint of red dust her cheeks.
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hi do you have any ghostbat fic recs?
I sure do, my dear anon :) These are my favorites so far:
Drawn to the blood, by bat_butch and bellandeano: Ghostbat in a dc vampire au! Their dynamic is really good and Icon is such a sweetheart :) This one is a perfect balance of comedy and angst. They are also both vampires :) If you wanna see them kiss with their mouths full of blood...
Lungs full of saltwater, by Maeruh: GHOSTBAT FIRST SOULMATE AU AND IT'S FREAKING GORGEOUS, SO SO BEAUTIFUL YOU HAVE NO IDEA
Kerosene in my hands, by Maeruh: oh this one. Maeruh is definitely one of the best ghostbat writers we have, and their minhkhoa narration is absolutely perfect, always on point
Like a cactus on frayed wires, by Maeruh: It's just Khoa thinking about batman, but it's so sweet and beautiful and melancholic, I think a lot about this one
i used to waste my time dreaming of being alive (now i only waste it dreaming of you), by nygmamale: ghostbat sleeping together is something that can be so personal-
Something about us, by Maeruh: hmmm, speaking about that scene in Argentina...
every tale a tragedy, by pomeloquat: Bruce and Khoa are soulmates and things don't go well for my boys :(
a soul that's born in cold and rain (knows sunlight), by bat_butch: bruce visits his parents grave and talks about Khoa ;-;
Most of these are, let's be honest, kinda heartbreaking... the angst of this ship istg... but i hope you enjoy reading them !
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the only other thing id ever want to be is a cactus or a rock or just something like that that isnt an animal nor person heck do you think i could even be a star in the sky in my next life? or is it just nothingness once we pass on, what do you think about heaven? im not particularly religious but would be inclined to go to heaven if it meant i didnt have to continue to be a person anymore lol.
i really dont want to be any more souls after this life. nope no thank you. the reason i pick cactuses is they are so still and unbothered by people and they dont need necesssities to get by in life. also they are pretty cool for people to look at and stars in the sky are just so mf pretty and they dont have to pay to exist either, rocks have other rocks for company so again they dont need anything that people need in life to get by.
what about yourself have you thought much about when your dday will come?
Sweet anon, you gotta realize that unlimited possibilities actually means unlimited. You don’t have to settle for things that just seem logical in this current Earth reality. You can literally be or do anything. ANYTHING.
I will continue to link this post about death and the afterlife until you actually read it and understand that heaven only exists if you want it to and death is not an ultimate because nothing is ultimate and reality is fully under your control.
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🎁 I come bearing gift ideas 🎁
- Thomas strikes me as one of those people who has a wishlist of games he’s been meaning to play but hasn’t gotten around to actually buying for himself, and he just keeps adding to it so some of those games have been on that list for years and he’s pretty much forgotten about them being on it at all. So somebody giving him anything on that list would be a pleasant surprise (source: I am one of those people, my friends have done this multiple times)
- Edward seems like the type who’d appreciate something homemade or handcrafted, no matter what it is or how it looks. He’d treasure it because it was made with love and it’s from someone he cares about.
- Henry might appreciate some new gardening tools, like a new trowel or a set of good gardening gloves. Another idea for him is a bulb for an amaryllis, a large lily-like flower that grows well indoors during winter. They’re gorgeous when they bloom, and I’m sure he’d love to help it grow!
- Gordon… is tricky. He seems like the sort to say he doesn’t want/need anything, but you know he’d feel hurt if he didn’t get something meaningful. Personally, I have a headcanon that he really likes butterscotch candy, but that’s not something he goes around telling people. After all, he’s an engine, engines don’t need food, it isn’t proper… but he can’t help popping one in his mouth when he needs a pick-me-up and thinks no one he knows is around to notice. And if a certain someone did notice, well…
- James would probably like things he can use to spoil himself. A specific shade of nail polish from his favorite brand, a warm blanket he can wrap himself in, a pair of nice slippers to wear around the house, things like that.
- Percy is someone I headcanon as being really into Lego. Like, he’s got completed builds set up all over his room and is always on the lookout for a new challenging set to build in his spare time. Can’t go wrong with a cool Lego set for Percy.
- Emily is another tricky one, because she seems like the kind of person who just goes out and gets most of the things she wants herself, just in general. So a good gift for her might be an experience rather than an object; a gift certificate to a new local restaurant, tickets to a concert, vouchers for a spa day, something like that. She’d probably love it even more if it were something she could do with the person who gave her the gift in the first place.
🎁 I put way too much thought into this okay bye 🎁
Oh my gosh, I LOVE these! I don’t know, anon, if you’ve read my fic but I totally made Thomas a video game nerd (also like me) and the idea of getting him a game off his wishlist is BRILLIANT! Like he has a Switch and I’m sure his wishlist is humongous!
Edward is definitely a homemade gift guy, I’m taking that and running with it.
I know nothing about flowers, I could kill a cactus I’m such a bad green thumb. The bulb sounds like something his special someone would know.
OK OK you totally read my mind about Gordon and sweets so I’m gonna run with that one too 😂 but I also think he’d totally tear up with a homemade gift right? Cause he’s all prideful and a bit vain but like actual affection crumbles all the walls. Like he has a lot of good self-esteem but when others genuinely compliment him or make something for him he gets super emotional, but tries to hide it. Oh my gosh, thank you for this brain storming session!
James with like a Minky Couture blanket is now engraved in my mind. That luxury blanket in like a moulin rouge red, oh my Lady I’m living for it.
Percy is totally a LEGO guy! How have I not seen it?? Now I have to find a series to go with it. Like he has to have an entire collection whether it’s Lego City, Star Wars, Harry Potter, LotR, YES!!
Emily having a gift card and a ticket to experience something is also an amazing idea anon, I may need you for future advice because you are brilliant! It is my personal headcanon that Emily loves books. She’s basically Belle from Beauty and the Beast. So, maybe tickets to the theatre? I feel like that would like brighten her world.
Thanks for brainstorming with me anon, this has been amazing! I’m going to start working on it right away but I always welcome more! ♥️💙💜💛💚
#ttte#ttte fanfic#ttte gordon#ttte edward#ttte james#ttte henry#ttte humanized#ttte emily#ttte thomas#ttte percy
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I wanted to inquire about your kittens
Yesss!! Okay, thank you, anon!
So this is Alley Cat (just Alley for short), and she’s part Maine Coon and has a torbie pattern (tortoishelle and tabby). She is insanely fluffy and has long, curly belly fur. She’s a big girl, weighing in at 12 pounds last we checked. The sounds she makes are typically trills and chuffs, but if she is unhappy she will yell dramatically.
She’s 15, and absolutely nuts at this point. She is obsessed with my brother, and she wants treats at all hours of the day. She hates getting her picture taken and is super dramatic. The faces she makes when she gets offended because you sneezed or something are hilarious. She’s always excited to say hi to those she loves, usually by sniffing your nose up to your forehead and then licking you. If you don’t sniff back very loudly she will think you’re being rude.
Her favorite activities involve: trying to steal cheese, snurgling (kneading while sucking on a blanket), eating while we’re eating so she can keep us company, climbing on my brother, running around while yelling, guarding her cactus toy by lying on it like a loaf, and weirdly, watching Star Wars or Phineas & Ferb.
I love her so much! Oh, and she always leaves leftovers after breakfast so she can have some lunch.
Now this is Loki, and he’s 9! He and Alley seem to have an on and off relationship (just the other day I caught them kissing up a storm, but she also scratched up his poor nose). He’s small but compact, so he weighs 9 pounds despite not looking like a full-sized cat. His meows are usually mows, he usually sounds like he’s whining or complaining, but that’s just how he talks. His meows of greeting are usually scratchy and adorable!
He’s a silly dude who loves to run and jump and stare at himself in the mirror and make funny faces. He loves water, and we have to keep a filled bowl in the bathtub for him to play in or we will end up with a huge water mess in the kitchen.
Along with all his weirdness he can honestly be such a sweet boy. He loves cuddles and kissies. Loves, loves, loves them! And he always wants a kiss from someone (cat or human) before having a meal. His favorite food is salmon, and his favorite toys tend to be little stuffed animal fish.
He’s chronically ill, so he’s usually feeling a little under the weather, but he’ll never say no to belly rubs and kisses. (Seriously, he wants his tum tum kissed. It’s so weird.) He’s terrible at cleaning himself and is often a bit gross, but I wouldn’t have him any other way.
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Adding onto the virgin tomura ask:
Baby gets confused when you don't moan like the girls on porn just from him putting it in. There's definitely a response from you, like a gasp or a whine, and he freezes because he didn't think girls could sound so fucking cute?? He always thought they were meant to sound like loud groaning whores. But you sound so adorable and innocent! He fucking lives for cute squeaks and whines and does everything he can to hear more from you.
Also, do you think he can spot a fake orgasm to a real one when watching porn? Part of me thinks he can just because he's watched so much he can pick up on the cues- but then again maybe he can't because he's enjoying playing with himself to care <3
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FIRST OF ALL, cactus anon!!!!!! oh my goodness, i haven’t heard from you in so long!!! i’m so happy to see you back in my inbox! <33 i hope you’re doing wonderful, sweetpea <3
I LOVEEEEEE THIS AND I AGREE WITH IT 100% oh my god yes!!!!!!! he’s always thought that those obnoxiously loud girls in mainstream porn sounded kinda off, kinda wrong, kinda fake, and he’s almost relieved when the noise you make sounds so cute, so sweet, so authentic <3 and it’s that authenticity that’s truthfully sexy, it’s that authenticity that makes everything feel that much better: knowing that it’s real, it’s him pulling these precious little noises from you—sweet cracked gasps of his name and pretty high-pitched mewls and those beautiful, pathetic little hiccups that keep catching on your sternum—that makes it all so much sexier, so much more superior <3
ooooh that’s a very good question!!! hmmmm personally i think that like, before he had begun having real sex regularly, he’d have much difficulty telling the difference between a real orgasm and a fake orgasm while watching mainstream porn. however!!!!!! i think after he had a little more experience with what sex is actually like in real life, he’d be able to spot it very easily and would be pretty turned off by the theatrics of the whole thing, preferring to watch something that at least somewhat looks/sounds like the real thing (because porn is a fantasy ofc! make-believe! there’s always some element of dramatization to it etc) <3
#loved this sm thank u!!!!#also it's so great to hear from you again omg!!! <3333#enjoy ur weekend and stay safe and hydrated bb <3#touya nii universe#flawless universe#honestly just tagging it in these so i dont lose this ask HAHA#🌵.anon#clari gets mail
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The Gods of the World
Author: Cactus Bob
Rated K • Published 2021 • Complete • Word count 53k
Newly enrolled in Rivelia Magic Academy, Yugi doesn't have much talent for spellcasting. When a girl at a local Duel Monsters parlor encourages him to join the school's combat club, he finds himself unable to rise to the high standard of the club's prodigiously talented captain Atem. But he'll soon discover that neither the girl nor the captain is exactly what they seem.
Read on FFN: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13811017/1/The-Gods-of-the-World
Anon says: A fav fic hands down. Tightly plotted, planned and paced. Ch. 7 had me rereading from the start and reassessing my perceptions so far, which was the point I couldn't put it down. This is also one of those fics where the relationship is a vessel for examining Yugi, Atem, and the themes. How Yugi thinks/acts in relation to the girl at the parlor and Atem is fascinating. It also tackles a personal fav trope of 'strong/distant character is vulnerable' in great depth. Atem is cracked like an oyster in this. And I love how you get the sense of two people fumbling to know and understand more of each other. There are sweet moments, & there’s points of awkwardness, friction, and feeling like one's somehow said the wrong thing but it's too late to revisit it. But all the while they keep trying.
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yes it is I moon anon back from the dead! I live to see another day fools/aff
so I read the first chapter of honey and tangerines and HOLYY/pos the vibes, bones, the VIBES. immaculate. also the CD titles and the Polaroid photos? they are such a great insight into what kind of person Wilbur is in this fic so far. I also really enjoyed the conversation tommy and the others have at the pub. it felt so natural and so warm I giggled so many times oh my god it was perfect. also Wilbur being an archivist librarian really fits him a great choice truly. this man out here wearing sweaters during the dead of summer? me too it’s okay king. jack killing the cactus sent me to the moon with giggles. in short, this first chapter added like 30 years to my already philza minecraft looking lifespan, and I am so excited to keep reading. thank you bones and sorry for the obnoxious rant 😭🤚.
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HI MOON ANON!! welcome back!!!
awww this is so sweet i'm so glad you're enjoying honey so far!!! i literally have SUCH a specific aesthetic and atmosphere for it in my head. it's perfectly encapsulated by things like CD's and polaroids, golden hour lighting, sharing a tangerine or a handful of berries with someone, old books and oversized sweaters... it's all there floating in my head and im just picking and choosing random bits to toss into the fic. it's literally just my vibes fic it's sooooo self indulgent
also thank you i am firmly on the stance of modern au c!wilbur just feels like he'd be an archivist librarian, or do something with books or documents like that. he has the energy of being an overzealous history or literature major, y'know?
jack killing a cactus was based off the fact that i've killed a cactus before. no i don't know how i did it and no i didn't overwater it i swear.
this wasn't obnoxious at all tysm for this!! it makes me so happy to hear you're liking it so much so far :D I hope you enjoy the rest!
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cactus and ivy!
love you babes! I hope you're taking good care of yourself! 💖🌻
Ohhh thats so sweet!! Thank you so much! i hope youre having an amazing day anon!!! <3
cactus ⇢ something you’re currently learning (about)?
Most of the other things I’m learning are related to my work in the lab, right now I'm learning how to differentiate different bacteria on agar plates!
ivy ⇢ what are your ‘tells’ for your emotions and moods? how can someone tell you’re happy, annoyed, upset or tired?
I think it’s pretty obvious how I feel (except maybe anger)! I joke around a lot when I'm happy and comfortable. In contrast I get silent when im sad or tired and sadly quite snappy when its too much (I hate it) 😭
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i did indeed missed that you answered me, so thanks for reblogging that again uwu fnfn
good luck on your finals! you can do it!!
we’re not that good honestly at dancing, but it is lots of fun, even if it’s exhausting af (like. cactus especially holy fuck) yeah i had been so excited for opening sequence but same scent has been nice so far uwu
oohh yay i’m glad you found some that you like 🥺🥺 they’re rlly great guys, and they’ve done some incredible covers too
omg that would get so messy with hyuka, but something sweet plus you, how could he say no to that jfjfjg
Yeah jfnfnfnf he makes sure to thank you Thoroughly 👀 -hyuka anon
Oh! Good thing I rbg it then <33 and thank you bfbncjs our finals sched is so messy but knowing that both baking and culinary takes so much time it's understandable 🧍🏻♀️ culinary will kick my ass cus we have to make a full course meal lmao rip (I'll serve soobin then)
Ayo still that's impressive being able to learn the choreo and stuff!! Mostly when the choreos are difficult and y'all still did it? That's amazing. I'm glad to hear that the practice for same scent has been great <33 how far are you guys into learning the choreo?
They seem like a bunch of lovely guys 🩷🩷 I might get into them if ever hAHAHAH thanks for introducing them to me cus I really might look into them more as I listen to their songs!!
In a much softer route I have a feeling that hyuka might like planting lil flowers or fruits and grow them with you </33 I think it's just cute to see him gardening and when there's a fully bloomed batch of flowers he'll be so excited to show them to you and he's very smiley 😭😭🩷🩷
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i just read the SB update and I’m sobbing- that fic hurts, & the sentence at the end of alex’s POV that starts with “And now her arms were empty, and she lied about him” hit me hard.. it was beautiful but my heart aches for her and i absolutely cannot wait for spencer and alex to meet and give each other what they’re missing from their lives!! i love this fic so much :D (and can i pick an anon emoji? i think i requested one in an ask that got eaten, idk how it works but I’d love this one! 🌵)
I get SO sad when I think about Alex grieving silently for Ethan. The only people who knew about him were potentially Rossi and Strauss. She didn’t even keep a photo of him on her desk.
(also yes sweet cactus angel!!! this is your emoji now!!!)
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sweet as strawberry wine | n.r
pairing: Natasha x F!Reader
summary: The team go to the same bar every Friday just because its the closest but Natasha goes for an whole different reason.
warnings: swearing, fluff and implied smut
word count: 1.4 k (with song lyrics)
a/n: i hope this as good as all the anons are hoping 😅 also tysm for this request! it was fun to do. dont think i stuck to the request 100% but you can tell its the same thing.
MAIN MASTERLIST | REQUEST OPEN
Natasha kept looking out the car window seeing how close they were to The Cactus Bar, the place they went to every Friday after work. Tony nudged her side, “Ready to see your girlfriend Romanoff” he joked.
Natasha went bight red, “She’s not my girlfriend” she stuttered.
“Tony is right. She’s more than Natasha’s girlfriend she’s-“ Thor started.
“Enough” Natasha yelled. “I like her okay! Happy!”.
Thor and Tony laughed, “Now tell her that” Tong said.
Steve who had been silent the ride spoke, “leave Nat alone, just because she’s hopeless when it comes to a pretty girl”.
Nat exhaled frustrated. “I hate you all”.
-x-
The Cactus Bar was a western themed bar and it suited it’s name. A lot of wood and Cactus, ones you took pride in. You weren’t ashamed to admit you spent more time caring for them then actually tending the bar.
Of course you loved the bar too but seeing all the healthy Cactuses everyday was one of your favourite parts of the bar. The other was a special customer that came in every Friday. Like clockwork at 7 o’clock she would walked through the door with the rest of their friends.
“Hey Aaron, I’ll take their orders” You rushed over to the front of the bar pushing your staff member Aaron out of the way. “Go and collect glasses or something” you smiled fixing your appearance. Aaron did as he was told shaking his head laughing at you.
It wasn’t a secret to anyone who worked at The Cactus Bar you had caught feeling for your favourite customer and they loved to bring it up. It didn’t matter if you were their boss or not.
The group past the bar and took up their usually table, greeting you as they went. Natasha was last to walk pass, leaning on your elbows you smiled to her, “Hiya, Sweetheart” you winked.
She stopped flushed nodded and rushed over to the table where all her friends were holding in laugher.
Natasha kept looking your way, while you were busy making drinks laughing with someone.
“You feeling alright Sweetheart” Clint laughed. Even more flushed Natasha turned to Clint.
“I don’t know where I bother coming out with you guys” she huffed turning the tiny cactus plant on the table.
“So you can look at your favourite cowgirl and look here she comes” Tony laughed. Pointing to where you were making your way through the room.
You put a tray of drinks down on the table, “First ones are on the house. God knows you guys keep me open” you laughed.
“Thanks we need it after today” Tony said.
“I take it things aren’t going well” you say looking straight at Natasha. “Must be hard being an executive and all”.
Everyone turned to her, “yeah” she manged to get out.
A smile rose on your lips, “Well I better get back but if you need me just shout” as you walk away you ran a hand across Natasha back, when she looked back confused you winked at her.
Natasha was in over her head. Normally all that happened was she would look at you, you would smile and hand over the drinks but now you were winking, actually flirting with her and it was too much.
She went dizzy when she felt your hand on her back, panicking dizzy. That was so much more than she expect. But God she would be lying if it wasn’t something she wanted, she wanted you to touch her everywhere and for her to touch you everywhere imaginable.
“I agree with Rogers. You’re hopeless when it comes to pretty girls” Thor nodded sipping his beer.
She exhaled already sick of everyone.
Many many more drinks later, you strolled over to where the group were sat checking how everyone was. Before you left you lent down close to Natasha, “You fancy a dance, Sweetheart” you whispers down her ear.
She trips over a reply as she accepts. Slowly you make you way over to the centre of the room holding Natasha’s hand. You could feel the groups eyes on you, it didn’t bother you one bit.
Lazily you put your hands on her waist, nervously she wrapped her arms around your neck. Looking at her sideways, “You know I like your hair like this” you nodded, “Red with a bit of blonde but of course you did make a killer blonde”.
She breathed through her nose smiling, “I wasn’t sure about it, truth be told”.
“Well know you know” you grin.
Tennessee Whiskey by Chris Stapleton started to play from the old jukebox. You sighed happy, “Oh I love this song”.
Used to spend my nights out in a barroom
Liquor was the only love I've known
But you rescued me from reachin' for the bottom
And brought me back from being too far gone
“You're as smooth as Tennessee whiskey/You're as sweet as strawberry wine/You're as warm as a glass of brandy/ And honey, I stay stoned on your love all the time” you sang along with the music moving with the beat.
I've looked for love in all the same old places
Found the bottom of a bottle's always dry
But when you poured out your heart, I didn't waste it
'Cause there's nothing like your love to get me high
Natasha looked back to the guys for a moment, who all gave her an encouraging thumbs up.
“What’s it like running a bar?” Natasha asked, looking at you.
You looked at her head up, “Apart from the drunk dicks thinking they know everything its great”. You moved your hand and brushed a hair from her face. “You have really pretty eyes…do you know that?”.
She blushed looking down. You pull her face back up level with yours. “Why do you always look down when I say somein’ nice?” you ask.
“Not used to people saying those things” she chuckled going redder.
You lent closer so only she could hear, “What do you say to me helping you with that”.
Your breath sent shivers down her back.
Your other hand moved up her back, “something you’d like?”
You're as smooth as Tennessee whiskey
You're as sweet as strawberry wine
You're as warm as a glass of brandy
And honey, I stay stoned on your love all the time
She met your eyes with a sudden rush of confidence, “Yeah. Yeah, I would”.
You bite your lips grinning, this time you heated up. “Can I kiss you?” you eyes lowered to her lips, “Been wanting too for so long” you eyes met hers again, “You can tell me no though, whatever you want sweetheart is fine with me”.
You grasped against her lips when he pulled you closer. To the side you heard a few whoops and cheers but you didn’t care about any of that. You were lost in her kiss, how she tasted sweet from the drink she had. The way you could smell her hair tangled in your hands.
You pulled away smiling feeling dizzy, “This is something you can help me getting uses too”.
She grinned kissing you again. “I’d be happy too”.
You're as smooth as Tennessee whiskey
Tennessee whiskey
Tennessee whiskey
You're as smooth as Tennessee whiskey
Tennessee whiskey
Tennessee whiskey
-x-
The next day you were bored, alone, cleaning the bar during a slow day. When the door opened , you got ready to give a fake smile and welcome them when you saw it was Natasha. Your face broke out into a real smile, “Hiya Sweetheart, didn’t think I’d see you again until our date on Monday” you said.
She smiled too coming over to the bar, “Couldn’t help myself I saw this and had to get it for you” she put a small bag onto the counter, “Don’t trust myself to watch it until Monday”.
You looked at her confused, unsure you reached into the bag only to put out a small Cactus. You exclaim almost jumping up and down. “Oh my god. You didn’t have too”.
“Well I know you love them” she laughed.
“What gave me away?” you joked putting the Cactus on a high shelf smiling. “Would you like a thank you gift?” you asked smirking.
Her eyes went from yours to your lips then nodded.
You lent over the bar pulling Natasha closers and kissing her. thanking God the bar was empty right now. You climbed on top of the bar, hanging your legs down the edge. Without missing a beat she stood up standing in between your legs.
The kiss got deeper, your bodies were pressed into each other. Your breathing got heavy only pulling away to breathe not wanting to be apart from you Natasha went to sucking and kissing your neck leaving sore spots in the wake.
“We- we should lock the door and take this to the back room” you mumbled.
“Lead the way” she grinned.
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