#so it's not just cuz I have pain or whatever like nah I do not like the way my heartbeat feels or sounds I do not like blood running thru me

[dan-crimes]

Me when I have to physically exist in the world 😩😩

Like I enjoy existing in the world but I don't really like how it feels a majority of the time like sure there are some nice feeling things like when ur bed is extra comfy bcuz of how tired you are or the cool temperature with a light breeze and you feel urself sway with the trees and the feeling of rain etc etc

Like sure those things are amazing love em BUT if I could enjoy all the stuff without like a PHYSICAL LIVING BODY with like organs and blood and stuff then that would be like ideal peak living conditions

#I have talked abt this before but like I really dislike all functions of a living body #like I wouldn't want to be an animal either cuz they still have BODIES that have FUNCTIONS and they FEEL things #I dunno maybe it's just the tension and strees and pain I hold in my body constantly but tbf I have always disliked the way bodies function #so it's not just cuz I have pain or whatever like nah I do not like the way my heartbeat feels or sounds I do not like blood running thru me #I do not like feeling my bones move or my hair touching my neck or arms touching my torso I don't like the gooey feeling of my eyes #like I can just feel things I feel the things my body does all the time and I am not a fan lmao #but you gotta make do with what ya got #¯\_(ツ)_/¯ literally nothing I can do abt it #dunno if anyone can relate to this tho bcuz I mean I hear people make small mentions of these things #but idk if I've ever seen someone like really go in on like basically every aspect and function of the human body and why it feels bad #I mean lmk if u can relate ✌️😋 #I'm sure people can relate at some level if they can't relate to all of it lmao

[amaesama]

jeff & EJ (separately ofc) popping their partners cherry & getting absolutely riled up about the blood ? like maybe they get very vocal and describe to them the mess they made on their dicks ? using words to fluster you up to no extent 🧚🏼‍♀️

Hi! I’m back! I’m so sorry it’s taken so long for me to do this, being in university means I have hardly any free time or motivation to write. Thank you for the request and I hope this is alright!

Content/warnings: I favour Jack, blood, Jeff’s a bitch,

Jeff the Killer:

Jeff isn’t a passionate lover, more like a selfish one, a little fucked if you will. We all know that he gets completely turnt off of blood and this will absolutely be conveyed in blood.

The man is definitely way too into knife play, but that’s a story for another time

The first time you have sex you’ll need to remind him that foreplay is indeed a thing cuz mans will be rough af and seeing as it’s your first time there’s just no way you’ll be able to take that. I don’t think he knows too much about sex, like he knows enough but he doesn’t know that you’ll bleed the first time, and you don’t bring it up cuz you thought it was a given that he’d know this. ALTHOUGH you had a feeling he would lose it for a bit.

So! You’re laying there, he’s on top of you (hopefully not in that rancid hoodie) and his cock is positioned at your entrance. My guy is shit at talking so he’ll just look up at you as a way of asking your permission, to which you’ll nod. He would never EVER say this but there’s a certain part of him that’s a TINY bit nervous so he hesitates for a second before he finally pushes in.

He hears you squeak and looks up to see you clenching your eyes shut in pain. He’s confused by this until he feels something dripping down his dick - he looks down and completely freezes when he see’s it’s your blood. He’ll just stare for a second before reaching down and touching it, like a weirdo. It takes him a few second to comprehend it and the man won’t even question it.

And then he loses it. He will instantly pick up the pace and push your legs up so he can get a good look at him going in and out of you, with your blood webbing over his dick. He’ll lean over to your ear and talk about how filthy you are, how beautiful your blood looks on yous skin, how you’ll have to clean up after the mess you made.

Usual name calling things, he’ll call you a dirty whore , messy slut, you’d be surprised at how creative he can get.

Lowkey degradation vibes.

Eyeless Jack:

As a former med student, Jack knows all about the body and what it does in certain situations. As a man eating demon thing he knows all about his own need to consume blood and flesh to live, which is why he’s…. Hesitant, to take your virginity.

He knows blood will rile him up so being the respectful man he is he’ll talk to you about it before you have sex for the first time. He’ll make sure you know all the terms and conditions and knowing him will probably whip out a form for you to sign saying you consent.

/hj

Nah fr tho, he’ll do lots of foreplay so you feel comfortable and prepared cuz he’s a big boy, to the point where you’re just like ‘😐 bro just get on with it.’ It’s not that he’s postponing it and avoiding actually having sex with you, he’s just worried for your safety and after a while the foreplay is more to help ease his spirits then prepare you for the potential dick down of your life.

The days or minutes of hours or whatever leading up to it he would totally just be reassuring himself that it’s going to be fine and you’re going to be fine and nothing bad will happen, but as he’s looking down at you now with the head of his cock slowly pushing into you, your tight virgin entrance squeezing around him until he’s finally able to sink fully into you, he has an awful feeling that he’s going to lose it.

For a second he thinks he’s safe, you’re face is slightly scrunched in pain but there’s no blood, right?

Wrong.

Very wrong.

He smells it first. A familiar metallic smell that he knows from every time he eats but a little sweeter, and at first he thinks he’ll be ok. Until he feels the blood.

He curls into you, his face into your shoulder as he breaths heavily into your neck. He’s trying so hard to just calm down, but you can tell from the grip he has on your waist that he can’t go on for much longer without going mental. He can feel and hear everything about you, from the tremble of your thighs to the pumping of blood in the artery in your neck. Your torso flush against his, the smell of your hair. He feels a rumbling growl in his throat as he instinctively thrust inwards, revelling in the feeling of your blood being pushed down his length.

‘Messy… so messy… so sweet…’

Nah you’ve lost him. He’ll start thrusting into you at a rapid pace, nails piercing your skin from how tight he’s holding you.

I honestly don’t think he’ll be able to form coherent words in this state, just a lot of growling and animalistic sounds, sometimes littered with curses and ‘dirty’ or ‘’s goin ev’reywherr… you’re- you’re cleaning this up.’

#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #eyeless jack #jeff the killer #creepypasta smut #eyeless jack smut #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless Jack x reader smut #jeff the killer x reader #jeff the killer smut #Jeff the Killer x reader smut #smut

[val-cansalute]

EMBERS - bonus ch.

alright, this is the ACTUAL end now. send requests cuz i have noooooo idea what to do after this...

pt. 3

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It’s been almost a year since you made it official and, yet, Ellie still swings your arm like she’s trying to rip it right out of its socket when she’s holding your hand.

You huff at her and swing back with all of your strength to throw her off but the laugh that escapes her lips tells you you’re doing a shitty job of it.

She’s dragging you to the kitchen, says she wants to watch some shitty horror movie, but she needs a fuck ton of popcorn because heaven knows she devours it within seconds.

The two of you are standing in front of the microwave, patiently watching the bag spin, over and over again. Ellie looks entranced by it when you glance over at her, so you almost feel guilty when your hand juts out and slaps her non-existent ass.

Almost.

It was barely harder than a pat, but Ellie throws her head around to look at you in complete shock her eyes carrying the horror of someone who was just impaled, shouting, "Hey!"

It’s hard to hold back a chuckle as you mumble, “Go put the movie on, babe.”

But, then again, that’s probably what she was waiting for: you to let your guard down. So that, as you stood there, laughing to yourself innocently, she could reach her own hand out and slap your ass with enough force to make the walls shake.

You let out a small yelp, grabbing onto the counter and spinning around to see Ellie walking quickly back to her bedroom, chuckling to herself deviously.

You tut as you take the popcorn out and shout over your shoulder, “Yeah, you better run, jackass! I’m coming for you!”

You walk back to the bedroom carrying the comically large bowl of popcorn and the muffled sound of her laughter meets your ears, making you smile to yourself.

Ellie once told you your laugh was her favorite song during one of her cheesiest moments; you had made fun out of her for it then, but you understood how she felt. You understand.

You walk over to the bed that Ellie has already gotten more than comfortable in and raise an eyebrow at her, to which she responds by grabbing your waist and pulling you down onto her with a soft groan,

"C'mere."

The room is filled with warmth, your body heat dancing with Ellie's as you drowsily watch the screen, only refocusing when she sniffles or grunts, feeling the vibrations against your skin.

But the grunts begin to get more frequent, drawing you to glance at her every now and then, to see her eyebrows pulled together in a slightly pained expression.

The fourth time you look at her, your eyes meet her forest green ones, the ones that are inspecting your face. You sit up and try to ignore how overly aware you are of the loss of comfort,

"You okay, baby?"

"Mhm, come on," she pulls you back against her chest and, though you should probably drop it, you stare up at her and pry further.

"Does your head hurt, Els? Should I turn the lights on?"

"Nah, I'm okay, babe. Just watch, yeah?"

"You sure? You want water? Oh, I know you haven't drank-"

"Babe. I'm fine."

"But, you don't look fine..."

"But I am fine."

You keep your eyes focused on the slight furrow of her brow; it’s been etched onto her face since you started the movie. You let out a loud sigh to make sure she knows you don't believe her.

Ellie looks down at you, smirking as she heaves out an exaggerated sigh mockingly. You huff,

“Whatever,” and pull her arms off of your waist to lay beside her instead, but she quickly wraps them around you again like clockwork. Her chest hums rhythmically against your back as she lets out a small laugh.

"Always so caring. Just feeling kinda tired.” She presses a kiss to your shoulder oh so gently, her voice low and raspy,

“But I can't sleep without holding you, you know that, babe, don’t move.” Another to your flushed cheek,

“Very irresponsible of you.”

You look over your shoulder at her face, all the addictive details illuminated by the gentle glow of the lamp lit on her bedside table, and touch your lips to hers, all the love you feel for her pouring out of you into her sweet mouth.

She kisses you back, chasing your lips drunkenly when you pull away and drag her down so she’s laying, at which point, she rests her head in the crook of your neck and breathes you in.

With her arms wrapped around you and your leg thrown over her waist, your hand comes up to play with the short, jagged locks of auburn hair that you love so dearly, lulling you both into a tranquil slumber

-

When you open your eyes, half of your mind still asleep, the space beside you is empty. Warmth still lingers upon the sheets, like the ghost of Ellie’s presence.

You rub the sleep out of your eyes as you sit up in confusion. Quite a while ago, she had gotten up to go the bathroom, but now you’re slightly worried she’s fallen asleep in there.

Again.

With a groan, you leave the comfort of the duvets to check up on her, muttering,

“Ellie?”

But your feet don’t even reach the ground before you see her, laying face down on the ground, limbs spread like a starfish, and you audibly gasp.

“…Ellie, what the fuck?”

She stirs and looks back at you, wincing and groaning.

“Did you fall asleep on the way back?”

“No! No… Fuck- it just hurts…”

“What? Did you trip? Why are you on the floor, babe?”

“Can’t move.”

“Why not?”

“Fuckin’… Period’s… being a fuckin’ asshole…”

“Oh… Hate that guy.”

You struggle to pull her up, supporting her weight as you go back to the bed. Each grunt or shaky breath Ellie lets out draws a sympathetic hum from you. She’s mumbling dazedly, “I’m fucking dying.”

She looks uncomfortable, it makes you want to wrap her up and hug her tight, but you just press a loving kiss to her freckled skin and rush around to grab whatever it is that you think she needs: painkillers, water, food, etc.

“Oh yeah, a hot water bottle, you need a hot water bottle too. I’ll go find one.” You turn on your heel to scurry off but she takes your hand before you can escape again and places it on her stomach.

“…Like I did for you, remember? Feels better than any of that other shit.”

You massage the skin tentatively, glancing up at her to see, from her expression, if it feels nice.

Her eyes are closed in contentment.

She looks so serene, so beautiful, you can’t help but swoon. The sight of her in pain made your heart clench; you desperately wish she’ll feel better soon.

Unbeknownst to you, Ellie is loving this. The way you’re looking after her makes it so fun. She’s aware of the strangeness of that.

Might just drag it out a little while longer…

How can she resist, when you kiss her forehead so lovingly? She opens her eyes to look at you before asking,

“What is it?” at the sight of you smiling.

“Hm? I just..”

Ellie is already giving you a shit-eating grin. You don’t even have to say it, she knows.

As she pulls you into a tight hug, your heart right by her’s, she knows. She kisses you, she knows.

It’s nice until she’s squeezing you tight enough to make you groan.

“Thank you for being so sweet, baby”

“Owed you one for looking after me too… and for, you know, being my girlfriend… I love you.”

“I love you too.”

#college!ellie williams #ellie fluff #ellie tlou #ellie williams #ellie x reader #enemies to lovers #fanfic #mean!ellie #modern!ellie williams #period comfort #fluff #tlou fanfiction #tlou2 #Spotify

[trans-luis-serra-navarro]

I remember there was a headcanon about Luis attending a school that had secret connections with Umbrella. Now I can't help but think if Leon and Luis have a kid, they would do extensive background checks on schools their kid would attend, because they'll want to make sure none of those schools were associated with Umbrella/have ties to corrupt companies/organizations.

Thank you so much for sending in an ask!!!!!!! But yesyesyesyesyes I know the headcannon you’re talking about!!!!!! From memory I think either @geddy-leesbian or @hamartia-grander made some pretty extensive posts going into this idea??? Either way its really fascinating to think about!!!!

For those of you who don’t know, the headcannon/theory basically revolves around the fact that Luis was able to graduate school seemingly pretty quickly/was considered a ‘child prodigy’, and that in-universe theres a few characters who attended schools created specifically by Umbrella to essentially indoctrinate them; one of the most notable being the Umbrella Executive Training School that William and Wesker attended.

Umbrella has a few random facilities like this (like the Rockford Prison) And considering the fact that Europe seemed to be a relatively big hub for Umbrella, it DEFINITELY wouldn’t be much of a stretch to say that they’d have a similar school with the intent of training/indoctrinating ‘child prodigies’ to work for them in the future, and it’d be even less pf a stretch to assume that Luis, who came from a VERY sheltered religious background, would be a very easy subject to pick (cuz! yippee!! capitalist grooming am i right or am i right!!) It’d also absolutely lend a hand to why Luis grabbed as many items as he could and just BOOKED IT immediately after finding out what their plans for Nemesis REALLY were (I could talk about that part of his life/that realisation for HOURS oh my GOD)

EDIT I FORGOT TO ADD: Umbrella on some level does work quite like a cult. I’ll link a post that does a MUCH better job explaining it than I could in the replies of this post, but creating facilities for the sole purpose of indoctrinating already vulnerable young people into being on board with your project and isolating them from friends and family is like. Cult behaviour 101 BFNEHENDJDJ which is VERY painful to think about how Luis got roped into cults THREE times. Valdelobos before Saddler showed up wasn’t EXPLICITLY a cult, but considering it was isolated from modern society and heavily Catholic theres a strong argument to be made- then of course theres Umbrella- then of course he was blackmailed into working with Los Illuminados. I’ll make a post going deeper into that SOMEDAY, but like,,,, just the tragedy of his life being one big cycle he cant break is just. So devastating man are you KIDDING ME

I’m not like. SUUUUUPER knowledgeable on super obscure lore stuff like locations/facilities etc, so if you have a question about that specifically @highball66 would probably be a better person to ask!!!!

But again we know like. NOTHING about the inbetween time between Luis running away from Valdelobos as a child and him popping up as one of Umbrella’s top scientists other than the fact that he was a child prodigy and he excelled in college- hell even the dates/ages get kinda wonky at times BHFNEHENEUDNSIS but also this is Resident Evil where things get wonky a lot of the time so!!! Eh!!!!!!!

I have my own personal theory on what he did during that time inbetween I would be SO MORE THAN HAPPY to ramble about HDNEHENDJDN

BUT TO THE POINT OF YOUR QUESTION!!! YES!!!!!!!! ABSOLUTELY!!!!!!!!!! Plus just in general with Leon having a lot more enemies than friends, doing background checks on teachers or whatever would probably seem like paranoia to an outsider but to them?????? Nah you can NEVER be safe. Plus Leon’s like, a government agent- he obviously doesn’t have a TON of autonomy but I can imagine he at least has SOME power to dig up information on people. AND, the both of them literally went through hell and back to save Ashley, who was kidnapped right under the presidents nose- So like!! Hell yeah they’d be paranoid abt where their kids going man!!!!!!!! Rightfully so I think!!!

#again thank you so much for the ask!!!!!! sorry if its all over the show FHENHDDNCJX #and if ive gotten any facts wrong please feel free to correct me!! #luisposting #asks #ask #serennedy #luis serra #luis serra navarro #luis sera #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy

[miitarashi]

OK, so being a woman, in many cases, means getting the dreaded bloodbath, so, as someone who gets the most painful and heavy periods known to man (thats how i feel anyway, i often get cramps that leave me physically unable to walk for up to almost four hours), could u do headcannons where Tintin takes care of the reader during that time? What he would do if we had cramps or just feeling ill on our period, I just think he would be a total sweetheart when it comes to caring for someone who feels sick

Nah i totally feel you on this one,i have really bad cramps too lol. Such cute request need to be done 😌👌🏽

[Name] = reader (female)

Warnings: bloodbath cuz God fucking dammit-

☆Tintin headcanons☆

- Taking care of you on your period

Let's just start by the fact that this boy didn't had that much contact with other womans before. You was the first more active in his life.

Castaphiore is not that present so she don't properly count here (even more on the movie since Tintin only saw her,not even talked before lol)

So,he didn't really know what to expect,to say that he wasn't surprised is a lie even more watching your squirm in pain because of the bloodbath of the month coming down.

The boy got scared for a second,confused and then was just the "Oh..." from the realization lol.

But if you was dramatic about it (just like me,always feel like i'm dying slowly) it'll be 100% more funny. Like

Tintin just got back from the library passing by your home,hear your painful pleas and rush to see you squirming in pain

"[Name],what happen? Are you hurt?"

"Yes! I'm dying!! It hurts like hell! .....i'm seen the light...it's so bright..."

"[Name] don't say it,tell what is wrong,where are you hurted??"

"...Tintin...Tintin my love...my last words...listen and listen well..."

"[Name] please stop and explain!"

"It's this damm uterus!! Take this out!!"

".....what in the great heavens-"

After you finally calmed down (just enough to not make another drama) and explain about the period bro was literally like this 😐

Almost gave him a heart attack but hey! It was hurting you know? You had your reasons.

But after all drama,he soon put his hands at work asking what you wanted and what would make you feel better in his jornalist kinda of way gauthering all the information he could to not need to ask again,only act.

Even more after seen your state,feeling this much pain couldn't be normal.

First thing he did was to get the water compress with hot water for you and quickly get out to buy whatever you asked.

Chocolate,medicine,pads and everything and he new the type since he made sure to ask about it.

Your fluid temper was even a bit funny to watch. In a moment he was cuddling with you because you asked and wanted comfort but suddenly you pushed him away complaining about the closeness.

But as soon he walked a little away you begged for him to come back receiving a well deserved smug look from him.

If you got angry,that was the easy one. He already deal with Haddock,bro now the hints.

"WHY THIS HAPPEN?? IT UNFAIR AS FUCK! WHY I HAVE TO FUCKING BLEED TO DEATH???"

"Indeed,you're right"

"EXACTLY! THIS FUCKING THING! I DON'T EVEN WANT CHILDRENS! WHY THIS SHIT HAPPEN TO ME??? JUST BECAUSE I'M A FUCKING WOMAN?? I DIDN'T MEAN TO BE ONE???"

"Now now..." smoothly coming closer,putting a hand on your shoulder and a chocolate bar on the other. "You're indeed right my dear,now,don't force yourself too much,here" slowly moving the bar towards your mouth that you open and munch the sweet

"There,better?" You nod. "Cuddles and nap?" You nod again and softly follow him.

Bro need one chocolate and a dream lol.

He spend the whole day with you until you feel better,even so he still stay just to be sure that at least the excrutiating pain passed.

And he respect every little thing. You become clingy? He'll keep you around,hugging you from behind,resting his head on your shoulder while watching something, never fully keeping his hands off you.

Want space? He'll keep close just enough to hear and help you with anything you need.

Suddenly feeling sad and ugly? Shower you with compliments saying every little thing he likes or find cute while caressing the back of your hand with his thumb.

Renting and mumbling? Keep talking because this man is listening and focused on your words to discuss about it independent of the subject.

Overal,he'll do his utmost best to help yoi with the monthly bloodbath, even more prepared after this first proper experience of your living hell that you'll not pass alone anymore 😘

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A/N: Hey there! Sorry for the late post,just really was working on that one long fic i just posted on my AO3 account but! I'm back now to write the requests that are getting dust on my ask box lol. And bro??? Why and how i'm so close to have 100 followers?? Like what- thank you guys so much! 😘

#the adventures of tintin #tintin #tintin movie #tintin x reader #captain haddock #archibald haddock #tintin 2011 #the adventures of tintin 2011 #tintin movie 2011

[sublimecatgalaxy]

can you do a Eddie Munson x Reader where the reader gets a sprained wrist and he helps her.

i’m dealing with one rn, and it’s not fun :(

This is headcannon worthy right here cuz there's so many different scenarios.

Look, I know he's supposed to be a tough guy but he is such a baby when his significant other is in pain or injured.

I'm talking, going to the library and looking into non-medicinal ways to help you that doesn't involve taking you to the hospital.

But if he feels that you're too injured for his 'nursing abilities', man, you'll be in his van and to the emergency room faster than you can tell him you're fine.

Now, with a sprained wrist, he'd be personally offended for obvious man reasons and he'd probably crack a ton of jokes about it.

But once realizing that you're in a serious amount of pain and stuck in a brace, he'd feel genuinely sorry for you and want to do nothing but to help you feel better.

He would dote on you hand and foot, making sure you have everything you need to feel as best as you can whether that's helping you fall asleep, helping you make food or doing literally whatever you can think of asking him to do.

He really would be the type of be overly cautious and you'd end up having to remind him a million times that you can do some things on your own and you don't need his help rolling up toilet paper for you (I've literally had this convo in real life with my man after dislocating my wrist).

He'd probably end up doing it anyways.

His door opening skills, chip bag opening skills and anything that involves your wrist that you could no longer do, he'd be on it and he'd be doing it before you can even ask.

But I also feel like he's the type to only listen to health care providers only when it has to do with you or his uncle. Himself, nah, he lets that shit go but if doctors or nurses give you advice, he'll follow that till the day he dies.

He would genuinely just love playing nurse, getting you ice, feeding you even though you don't need it, playing you music and making sure to help you with exercises and message your sore wrist once you heal enough.

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#eddie #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things fic

[danpuff-ao3]

20 Questions for Fic Writers!

Thanks for the tag, @givereadersahug [x]!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Normally I like to specify "HP Fics" since that's my current mode, but altogether (with other fandoms and meta across other pseuds) I'm at 112! (101 for HP Fics, though! 😂)

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

689,993 so far!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently just Harry Potter, but I have a few Marvel fics still on my account, under my danvers pseud!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Ooh interesting! Let's see...

Daddy's Boy (Snarry, E, 2k)

Daddy Knows Best (Snarry, E, 2k)

Obscene (Snarry, E, 1k)

Breed Me, Daddy (Snarry, E, 2k)

Contempt (Snarry, E, 20k)

0% surprised that 3/5 are Daddy fics LOL. Though lowkey offended that Contempt is only #5. My proudest work but boy oh boy do people love their weird porn!

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Heck yes! Though I need to catch up now. It means the world to me that people take the time to leave me their love, so the least I can do is give my gratitude. You have no idea how much a comment makes my day!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Aha hands down this one is so easy: A Matter of Time. I am stupidly happy with how that one turned out, and just how well executed that angst was. Not to toot my own horn or anything!

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

idk why but my first thought was Orange Blossoms...which is pretty angsty-fluff all told and the ending is hopeful at best. My brain just goes: "that's a happy fic, right?" 😂 But actually I think probably The Curse of Anteros. That one's properly happy, I think, with plenty of angst beforehand to make that happy ending feel well worth it! Though someone is free to correct me, with over 100 fics maybe I lost a happier ending somewhere in there! 😂

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not often. I did go on a delete-a-spree late 2020 due to some rudeness. One person bookmarked a fic calling my writing "mediocre" and I sorta spiraled. Also I get the odd person leaving weird comments on Collateral Damage for the surprise (background) ship in there. Also the odd person who doesn't read tags on fics that are especially angsty or especially dead dove...idk for all the weird and problematic stuff I write I could get more hate I guess, though I'd rather not!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Who me? Nah. 👀 idk, I write whatever tickles my fancy! Oftentimes it's virginity loss cuz that's my favorite. I love big passion and bits of violence thrown in. Idk "what kind" actually means so hopefully that was a good explanation! A bit rough, a bit mean, a lot of passion, and it's probably someone's first time doing something.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

No, but I want to! I have a HP + PJO crossover I swear I'm going to get to one day!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of and I really hope no one out there steals my fics. I work really hard on them and they mean a lot to me.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

A few!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No but again: I want to! I've had fanart made, and podfics, and translations...the closest I've come is for Snarry Bang and collaborating with an artist, which was The Curse of Anteros with @mrviran!

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

SNARRY!!!! OTP for 20 years and counting!

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Geez. Probably old fics long abandoned on ffnet, but I won't get into those. (Though I'd really like to rewrite and continue/finish Resistance.)

16. What are your writing strengths?

...causing pain? Idk I don't feel I have strengths, but I'm told I hurt people's feelings 😂 I write intensity pretty well I think? I like to think my characterization is okay. idk!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

All of it. Writing in general. AHEM. Um....fluff? I'm almost curious enough to ask but no please don't tell me my weaknesses, it'll hurt my feelings 🤣

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I like it! Adds a bit of flavor imo! But to each their own, y'know?

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter! I've only ever written for HP, Marvel (of which a few still exist online), and Stormlight Archive (of which none still exist online). Weird I never wrote for Supernatural, considering how mega into that fandom I was for a while...

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Hands down Contempt. I'm still the proudest of that fic. I'm starting to think The Curse of Anteros is better, but Contempt will always have my heart.

I really poured my whole heart and soul into that work. And I still get way too emotional talking about it or thinking about it! And it still blows me away how many people have loved it. I really wanna relisten to the podfic @mrviran did of it and just sob through it! 😂 God I really, really love that fic. I truly do not have the words to express just what that story is to me.

Tagging (no pressure): @perverse-idyll, @writcraft, @lizzy0305, @arrisha-ao3, @babygray, @fleetingdesires, @ripeteeth, @loneamaryllis, @wolfpants, @sweet-s0rr0w, @greenmegsnoham, @lqtraintracks, @serenaew, @indigo-scarf, @maesterchill, aaaand anyone else who wants to play!

#danpuff writes #tag game #fic writers questions #20 questions

[creationofacentury]

Explosive Invention

Summary: Grian’s an alchemist, and Mumbo is, you know, a vampire-ish guy. Grian has an idea, a mind-blowing one, and Mumbo doesn’t know about it. Also Scar gets worried and serious. It’s just fluff? I think?

Relationship: None, though could be slightly there if you squint. It’s all platonic and could be just friends being friends. (I mean Mumbo harvest Grian’s soul in S8, man knows what he is doing...)

Character: Scar, Grian, Mumbo Jumbo, Xisumavoid (mentioned), Stressmonster101 (mentioned)

Notes: This is strictly just about their MC personas. Do not take this seriously! Do not harass them with these works.

-

They are chatting under a tree Scar built, then Grian gets quieter and quieter, until Mumbo feels the air kind of just- stops.

“Grian, what are you doing?” He turns to look at Grian.

“Uh, nothing!”

“You just- you literally just tried to pluck my hair, dude!” Mumbo leans away from Grian’s hand, which is now once again reaching for his head.

“Well, not ‘tried’…”

Mumbo yelps. Grian stands up while giggling uncontrollably, a lock of hair in his hand, “I’ll make it up for you! Promise! Now BYEEEE!”

And just like that, Grian fires his rocket and flies away. Mumbo stares at Grian until he disappear from the render distance, and sighs. The sigh it’s almost fond, but mostly just annoyed.

Well, Grian always get what he wants anyway, even it’s a part of him. It’s not like Grian doesn’t know he is a vampire.

-

“So G, what exactly requires my hair?”

“Oh, nah, it’s for an explosive potion I was making. It failed and…well. It exploded, so it worked, just not in my favor. I think Iskall did something to that book I was researching.”

“…You sure that’s not a witch’s recipe?”

“Does that really matter now?”

“I don’t understand how- like seriously, how did you not suspect a thing when you saw…whatever you saw that demanded my hair?”

“Well, it’s always funny to troll you anyway, so it’s a win for me.”

“…You do realize I can kill things this season, right?”

Grian stops his stirring and looks up at Mumbo. He searches Mumbo’s face for a while, chuckles, then resumes his work.

“You won’t. You like me too much.”

Mumbo fumbles for a word to reply. He manages, “We can always go to kill Scar. Are you up for it?”

Grian laughs, “Am I?! Who needs potion when you can just mess with Scar?”

-

Mumbo is reading a book when Grian walks in. He smells something before he sees Grian, and when he sees Grian- the smell makes so much sense when he sees Grian.

He’s at Grian’s side immediately, “Grian!”

“Hi, Mumbo.” Grian’s voice is weak. Mumbo’s starting to panic.

“Why are you- why is your sweater singed? Did you get burned? What happened?!”

“The potion works. I think it does, anyway. I need you to-“ A cough fit interrupt his words.

“What potion- Grian, do I get Stress now? Or Xisuma? I- this is madness, how do you get burned so badly?!”

“Stop mother-henning me. Try the potion so I can rest.”

Grian take a potion bottle out from his inventory and hands it to Mumbo

Mumbo hesitates, “Grian, we should seriously call someone in, it looks painful-“

“JUST DRINK IT!”

Mumbo, startled, drinks all the potion in one go, “Okay- there, I did it. Now can we call the others?”

“Take me to Xisuma.”

“Take you to- Grian, I can’t carry you while flying, the burn-“

“Well you better be quick, ‘cuz I…”

“Grian? Grian! Don’t- Wake up!”

-

Grian wakes up to an unhappy face.

“Good morning, Scar.” He rasps.

Scar put down the scarf he is working on, “Yeah, morning to you, G. It’s nighttime, but, yeah. Glad to see you awake. How are you feeling? Xisuma spent quite a while fixing you, you know.”

Scar is surprisingly serious today, Grian doesn’t quite know what to respond to that.

Scar goes on, “It wouldn’t have been so bad if you went through the healing potion quick enough, but you didn’t.” That’s a harsh tone from Scar. “You gotta take care of yourself, G-man. People worries about you.”

The door clicks, saving Grian from Scar’s lecturing. 

“Hey. Uh. Did- is this the right time?”

“No, yeah, I was just…trying to tell Grian to take care of himself a little bit more.” Scar pauses. “Well don’t just stand there, Mumbo, come on in!”

Grian watches Mumbo taking the seat beside Scar. He looks like he has something to say but doesn’t know how to. Huh.

The silence goes on.

Scar observes them both. Amused, he goes back to work on his scarf. Oh Grian doesn’t like that smug smile, not at all.

“Grian, how are you feeling?”

“I feel alright.” He thinks for a second. “Was it you that took me to Xisuma, Mumbo?”

“Yeah, it was me.”

“How was that?”

Mumbo quietly chuckles, “Scariest experience of my life, dude.”

“Did it- did it hurt? Did the potion not work?”

“It worked, I flew all the way to Xisuma’s base, but don’t- Grian, I mean this, don’t ever do that again, okay?”

“To be fair, I thought I would be fine-“

“Grian, don’t do that again, seriously. You scared the pants off of me.”

“Woah ho ho okay, if we are talking about pants now-“ Scar throws up his hands.

“Scar!” Mumbo exclaims.

“I’ll leave you guys to it! See you!” Scar slips out of the door with a click.

The silence falls, once again. Mumbo breaks the silence.

“Thank you, G. Is that why you pluck my hair though? To make the sun-proof potion?”

Grian nods slightly. “Do you like it? It literally exploded in my face, I tell you. It’s not an easy one.”

Mumbo looks incredulous, and he laughs. “I felt the sun for the first time. It’s so weird when it doesn’t burn.”

“So do you like it or not?”

“…Yeah, I do. Thank you, G.”

-

“Oh, the potion can last about ten hours and that’s it.”

“Yeah, I noticed that when I was heading back. You are not making this just so you can pluck my hair, right?”

Grian smiles.

“You are not, RIGHT?”

-

Inspirations:

Alchemist Grian and Vampire Mumbo’s design by @ink-ghoul

The artwork that also floods my brain by @homiu-l

Like I said, I can’t get alchemist Grian and Mumbo out of my brain. Mumbo’s holding an umbrella, so the sun probably burns him, and I imagine that being a huge problem.

No one beta for me so, feel free to point things out. Also, English is not my first language, so if there’s weird phrases and stuff, your comment is always welcome!

Thank you ink-ghoul and homiu-l for the wonderful artworks!!!!

I might revisit this and see if I can fix some fluency problems...

#hermitcraft #gtwscar #mumbo jumbo #grian #mumbo and grian #ink-ghoul #homiu-l #hermit fanfics #fanfics #short fanfic #they are friends #just suspicious that's all #why am i doing this to myself

[bucephaly]

congratulations on reconnecting with your cherokee ancestry!!!!! if it's not too nosy could i ask how you got started on this journey? did you know you had native ancestors and decided to look more into it?

Thank you !! It's not nosy! I'll put it under a cut cuz idk how long it'll get

So honestly no, I didn't really know. It's on my dad's dad's side and I never knew him. My grandma divorced my grandpa when my dad was around 10 and his step dad adopted him. Plus he never really talks about or to his family much and I'm only just now getting back in touch with my aunts on facebook

I just remember once my grandma telling me my dad had Cherokee ancestry, and I ignored it cuz i was so sure it was the same granny story everyone around here [in the south] has lol. [I didn't know at the time that my dad was born in WA and his dad was from there, my g grandad moved from OK to WA in the 40s, idk why]

Then later I asked and he messages one of his sisters, who said that their dad went to OK and found that 'his great grandma came off the reservation' and so they assumed my dad was 1/16 and me and my siblings were 1/32 [not true], which they somehow got in their head was 'the lowest the tribe still recognizes' lmao [also not true, if you have an ancestor on the dawes roll you're eligible for CNO citizenship]

Anyway, about a year ago I started doing research on ancestry [my mom luckily had a membership] and I quickly found that my gg grandad and his dad are both on the dawes rolls, the later of whom was a baby during the trail of tears. I'm also a Nancy Ward descendent

I found all this a year ago, got excited for a bit and kept going wildly back and forth abt whether I had any right to reclaim that identity, seeing as how I'm 1: very thin blood and 2: white, but I am eligible for CNO citizenship, but I didn't even know I was until then, but I'd love to learn more, etc etc etc. I kept talking myself out of it saying 'nah dude shut up you're white and you'd be taking resources and shit from others if you went around calling yourself cherokee'

So a year passed and something got me looking into it again abt a month ago, I looked at r/cherokee on reddit and saw some folks being pointed towards a cherokee genealogy Facebook group + people saying that yea anyone who has a documented ancestor on the dawes roll is valid to reconnect etc etc

So I got research done in the genealogy page and everyone was so welcoming, I got invited to a group of Nancy ward descendants, I got into the main cherokee Facebook group and I'm seeing how welcoming everyone in there is etc.. and I'm working on getting documents together to apply for citizenship! [Which is a massive pain since my dad was adopted, those documents are hard to get] and now I'm finally feeling like I can claim that identity ! Obviously I'm not a citizen yet but I'm working on it, and I have no doubt I'll be granted citizenship barring some sort of documentation mishap.

Obviously I'm still learning and reconnecting and I'm also white, I don't claim to know anything abt anything, nor do I claim any sort of oppression or whatever lmao, I'm just learning more and I'm really excited about it! I'm grateful to the cherokee groups I'm in for being so welcoming and open to 'lost' cherokees that were disconnected [and note these are legit groups, like ones that are exclusive to those who are citizens or can prove that they are documented descendants, not some random bullshit Facebook group haha]

I'm also learning the language some! So far I only know a few words and the syllabary, but I plan to jump into the live language classes when they start again in fall.

ᏩᏙ! Thanks for the ask! I'm glad you did ask because I know it's common to just sorta claim cherokee ancestry so I've wanted to explain and all.

#asks #anon #its just really exciting and im hype! im still kinda trying to figure out like. how to navigate it all since i am white and disconnected #but it seems like thats not uncommon for cherokees and the folks ive been seeing have been super understanding and welcoming #as long as people are respectful and willing to learn #ive always kinda thought that the issue would be people thinking theyre entitled to learn all the culture and shit because theyre citizens #even when white. but ive more seen complaints of the opposite #of white citizens who kinda throw around the identity without learning anything #so im learning what i can! and id love to make it to tahlequah for the national holiday #but i wont be able to this year. im also closer to the qualla boundary so maybe ill see if i can get to an EBCI powwow and visit the museum #cherokee #so i can keep track of stuff

[4townie]

Road to 4☆TOWN

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

Robaire hummed a Whitney Houston song as he walked, trying to perfect all the notes and runs for the audition. He stopped in his tracks.

“Do I really need to be this much of a show off? I mean, I could probably still make it with “I Swear”…” He thought for a moment. “Nah, gotta prove I’m the best of the best. Nothing says boy band material like Whitney Houston.” He started to walk again when something caught his eye. Robaire backtracked, peeking down the alley he was walking by. There was a single shadow moving quickly along the wall. “What the…” He tiptoed across the gravel and peeked around the corner. In the back area was that basketball kid again, Aaron Zhao. He had his headphones on as per usual, but he was dancing like no one had ever danced before.

“Wow, you’re a really great dancer.”

Aaron shrieked and turned around. “What the heck, man?! You can’t just go sneaking up on people like that!”

“Dude, you’re dancing behind an alley.” Robaire narrowed his eyes. “It’s literally impossible not to sneak up on you.”

Aaron just stared quietly. His expression was unreadable.

“So what song were you just dancing to?” Robaire stepped a bit closer..

“That new Lauryn Hill song.” Aaron averted eye contact. “It was just on the radio so…”

“It’s pretty catchy. I hear my sister singing it all the time. Except she can’t sing…” Robaire rolled his eyes. “But it’s still got a pretty good beat. Strumming my pain with his fingers, singing my life with his words, k—”

“Killing me softly with his words, killing me softly with his words.” Aaron cut in.

Robaire’s jaw dropped.

“W-What?” Aaron blushed. “Why are you staring at me like that?”

“You can sing, too?!” Robaire practically screamed. “Why haven’t you joined the chorus?”

“It’s just a hobby, nothing serious. Besides, it’s not like I can do anything with it.” Aaron shrugged. “If I stick with sports, I can get a scholarship and go to college.”

Robaire’s eyes lit up, and there might as well have been a cartoon lightbulb over his head. “What if I told you there was a way singing could become more than a hobby?” He handed Aaron the flier he’d been carrying in his bag.

Aaron’s eyes scanned the paper. “And you think you’re actually gonna get picked?”

“I mean, it’s worth a shot, right?” Robaire shrugged. “It’s not everyday we get an opportunity like this, man. What’ve you got to lose?”

“Uh, my pride?” Aaron crossed his arms. “If the guys on the team found out about this, I’d never hear the end of it.”

“You’re being so dramatic, this isn’t some highschool musical or whatever.” Robaire rolled his eyes with a chuckle. “Besides, if we make it, they’ll be the ones who never hear the end of it, cuz we’ll be on the radio!”

Aaron stared at the flier, and Robaire could see the gears turning in his head. “I dunno…maybe? But if anyone from school finds out about this, I’m denying everything.”

“Meh, I’ll take the fall.” Robaire shrugged. “If you really wanna do it, meet me by Ms. Soto’s flower cart a few hours before the auditions. We can go in together.”

“Why?” Aaron narrowed his eyes. “You can find it on your own, can’t you? We’re not friends or anything.”

“Maybe not yet, but we could become bandmates.” Robaire nudged him. He checked his watch and groaned. “Whatever, whatever. I’m late for my shift. I hope to see you tomorrow.” He waved and ran off.

Aaron looked at the flier then back at Robaire. He chuckled to himself. “I knew that guy was whack.”

#4town fanfic #4town headcanons #4town #4town taeyoung #4town jesse #4town aaron t #4town robaire #4town z #4townie #turning red #turning red 4town

[sorrowful-personage-family]

Affection and lust.. What's the difference..?

꒷꒦꒷꒦𓆩 ♱ 𓆪꒷꒦꒷꒦

TRIGGER WARNING- MENTION OF SA

CHARACTERS- Laito, Ena

AUTHOR NOTE- Not a long fic (I hope) just a small scenario to hopefully boost this blog a bit (ngl it do be kinda a ghost town ere☠️) but I just wanted to go into Laito and Ena more cuz I like their dynamic tbh (tbh they really just are like Reiji and Chousoka but with more genuine teasing and insulting each other-) So I very much hope people enjoy this :) (I gotta get better at protraying Laito's character-)

@crimson-mayhem tagging u cuz CAN'T BELIEVE U FORCED THIS UPON ME 🙄 now u gonna face the consequences 😈 JKJKJK Nah you just inspired me to write this-

꒷꒦꒷꒦𓆩 ♱ 𓆪꒷꒦꒷꒦

Love is real, no matter how you seem to look at it love exists. It's like a unstoppable force of energy that hits you in the chest so painfully. At least... It hit Ena in the chest so much it hurt. Not a good hurt.

Love exists, love is more painful then pain itself. It brings unwanted emotion that makes you grow insane with lust, affection. Sometimes you have to step back to then remind yourself of the difference between lust and affection. They both go into the love category. But for some reason we are told they are two different things.

When trying to bring someone up into adulthood. Lust should not be the first thing introduced to them first. Affection and lust are different, if your introduced to the wrong thing your idea of love gets boggled with.

𓆩 ♱ 𓆪

The room was quiet. Nothing but the sound of Ena combing his hair, the sound of Ena sipping on Champaign. Maybe if you listened hard enough you could hear him drowning himself in his own sorrows, drinking himself dry.

The feeling of his hands caressing Ena's shoulders, up and down moving to his face. Hands so cold like no other as if these hands aren't there, they aren't there.

"Don't touch me..."

"But I'm not..? Fufu..~ What are you thinking about hmm..? I'm all the way over here I can't possibly touch you." Laito chuckled. Ena could have sworn he was alone but no, here he was sitting in Laito's bedroom. He was simply to busy wondering off into space to notice. "Maybe the champaign is making you go crazy, or.. Perhaps your thinking about something dirty..~? Ohhh I wonder what that could be." Laito teased.

"Tut... Don't be stupid, I just... Thought you were touching me, just go back to your stupid word game things or whatever it is that you find interesting.." Ena avoided the question, he could have sworn he was touching him.

"Hey hey don't ignore the subject..! Come on tell me, pleaseee..~ I won't tell anyone okay..? It's just me and you after all."

"Piss off.. I'm interested in making conversation." He sipped more from his glass, suddenly his cup was snatched right from his hands. "Haah..?! Hey give that back to me..!" Ena reached for his cup but Laito put his arm back.

"Ah-ah-ah~ Not until you tell me what you were thinking about. Come on I've grown bored sitting in silence." He smirked, something about bothering Ena breaking him till he fell to his knees. He liked watching him cry or burst out emotion. "Come on, tell me."

"Tch.." He sat back leaning back into the chair near the bed. "What do you think about love... Laito."

"..?" He looked at him, confused. He fell back his bed on his back looking up at the ceiling thinking about the question. "Love.. Non existent I'd say, 'I love you' why you can say that to just anyone and it might just get them to bed." Laito spoke. "Why do you ask..? Don't tell me you've started to 'fall' for me..!"

"Haah..? Don't be idiotic as if." Ena scoffed. The mere thought of loving Laito made him sick to his stomach. "I have no particular reason, my perception of love is similar though I believe it exists."

"And why's that..?"

"It just is.. I don't the energy to explain further." Ena looked down, at his pale ghost like hands. "My father.. He was gross and the object of my hatred. So he found things to love."

"Hmm..? I've heard stories of that man. I truly wonder what being raised by him must of been like. So what did he love..?"

"What do you think..? That brat of course, everyone likes that thing.. Everyone I can tell from looking at you with it that you like it to." He clutched his hands. "However it seemed it wasn't enough so he ravaged at other things as well.. He was a monster a demon even though he was human."

"Really now..? Just what else did he like to ravage on..? Do tell could that be what you were thinking about..?" Laito smiled, sadistically.

"Nn..." Ena grabbed onto the wine glass, finally being able to grab it from Laito's hand. Pouring more of the toxic liquid he oh so loved. "Anything and everything that moved.. Me to be exact, my mother. I heard even watched him attack and ravage her like a animal.. Yet..." He paused, the thought of his childhood memories circling back to those times made him feel dizzy. "His attention... His affection, he felt... It always went to the brat.. Always... It wasn't fair...—"

Crack. The glass in his hand broke splattering all over the floor, his hand bleeding mixing into the champaign liquid onto the floor. He breathed heavy, he hated that Laito could crack him open like a nut cracker. He hated his eyes, his sadistic smile, teeth and voice.

"Fufu..~ Seems I asked too many questions.." Laito laughed "I got what I wanted to hear though.. Me and you are alike in a sense aren't we..?"

"Don't be ridiculous... A human and a vampire alike..? You sound idiotic." Ena's hand grew numb, maybe it was just the alcohol in his system talking making his body feel numb. Could have also been the talk of his past as well.

"I suppose it does" He tilted his head looking off to the side, he had to admit it did sound a little stupid. "But that's not what I'm really getting at."

"Then get to the point..."

"You and I both know what it's like to love someone so much it hurts.. So much so that it just turns into burning hatred." Ena blinked in confusion. "You can feel them right..? You hear them whispering into your ears and you can't do anything but listen.. Me and you are alike because we grew up from lust and bad affection."

"..." He stayed quiet for a moment, then laughed for what felt like a long time. "Comparing yourself to a mere human..! A human from a clan whom killed most of your disgusting kind. Honestly you really are something Laito..! What a joke..!!" Laito continued smiling, Ena truly hated that.

Ena found himself in hysterics laughing himself senseless. At this point it was most likely the champaign. Laito reached for his bleeding hand. Not to care for it but to grab it. Ena smacked his hand away. "I don't your sympathy...!"

"Pfft... I wasn't sympathising with you, far from it actually. You're a sad human but I can't help but be interested in that sad person you are." Instead of his hand, Laito grabbed Ena's wrist pulling him to his bed, climbing on top of him. Their green eyes both aligned together.

"I'm not sad... I'm not angry... I don't care about Sumire or my father... None of them... No one..." His voice quiet. Ena's feet touching the glass and champaign on the ground cutting his feet a bit.

"You're right, you are a mere human, a human with human emotions.. Emotions you let run your life" His face closed in near his ear, his hand tightening Ena's wrist. "You're sad, an angry person.. Fufu..~ I know just from the way you are that you do love Sumire. No matter how hard you try you'll always love her."

"Haah..."

"It's funny.. Such a proud figure easily broken down if you pull at the right strings... Right memories, oh those painful painful memories.. Haah..." Laito opened his mouth, near Ena's neck. "You're weak.. So very weak.. You'll never admit it but me and you are alike even if it's only slightly.."

"...!!" Ena swung his left arm up, pushing Laito off of him he ran out of the bedroom. God why did he even go into that cage in the first place..? Maybe it was because he liked the smell of the room, not the room maybe it was Laito he enjoyed the smell of.

He slammed the door behind him. Leaving Laito alone once more in his bedroom. He smiled, he smiled once again. There honestly just was something about pushing that man to the breaking point that amused him. They were alike, even if only slightly. Laito wanted to see every ounce of emotion come out of him. Because it was funny a sick joke to him.

Raised on lust, no matter where they went. They felt hands crawling up their spins, the tiny whispers of no one in their ears. The feeling of being unclean, dirty and all.

Love is real. But it's painful, so mindlessly painful not even physical pain can compare. Ena and Laito knew that much.

꒷꒦꒷꒦𓆩 ♱ 𓆪꒷꒦꒷꒦

#diabolik oc #ena #ena kanashi #laito #laito sakamaki #diabolik lovers oc fanfic #fanfiction #scenario #ena fic #(( irjghriojefe )) #(( writing bout these two my favourite thing to do ISTGGG )) #(( Honestly though there's more to the two of them then just this )) #(( But this is what I wanted to put out and I am deadass liking it tbh )) #(( Time for sleep though cuz it currently 2am atm- ))

[convxction]

ooc. im sorry sorry sorry for the spam buuuut ... my brain decided to figure where the heck i stopped on the a/ncient magus bride and ideas overflow time...

listen. dont judge me i judge you XD

what if au. every 1000 the big scawry gwima comes back and to stop that humans offer a ....bride ? ? or idk groom XDDDD to grima's vassal ?? that year either the bride/groom can convince grima to nah fam dont kill use this year or they cant. i feel like few who managed but mostly maybe not in a sense of romantic way?? yes they were offered as a partner but hey, it is grima who decide if they want to 'partner' them up or not. thats just a whacky idea but i understand if you dont understand because i dont haha. some years grima does destroy humans and warn them next time they will come back and goes back to slumber because humans are boring this year. skip forward to emmeryn time. it is her time to figure out an offering ... she offers herself because lets reason with grima yes? i bet they are nice if we managed to have a heartful conversation, yes? chrom is like big sis u sure? lissa offers to go instead because ylisse needs emmeryn!! she says nah. prepares herself but the cult of baddies grimleal were like nah we dont accept you so die. in that moment grima is revived, sees dead emmeryn, grieving chrom and lissa and is like wtf is this party i was just summoned to? chrom is like alright bitch this ends now. fuck talking nicely i will end you even if this is the last thing i do. grima is like ....bruh...i just woke up. insert fighting scene here but grima is somewhat weak cuz freshly woke up from long sleep. they are about to kill each other and lissa dramatic yells at them to stop because cant we not just fight????????/ emmeryn wanted to create peace and not this. chrom looks at his hand horrified that he just defiled his sister's wish and walks away. grima like bitch u thought this is easy? i chose to wreck your life now. you are my partner. chrom is like: ummm excuse me??????????????? i didnt say yes. grima like: mmm pretty sure u did when you came at me so fiercely~ chrom is just ..................ok now kill me. grima: nope i will torture you ~

oooooooooooooor to end the curse, one of the exalt blood must marry the one of the fell blood. this was something they tried to do perhaps years ago???? but when grima--their vassal actually found someone they loved, humans felt scared that grima, this creature would walk among them normally afterward and they have to accept it, so they band to kill the exalt member who accepted to marry grima and blame it on ...................um. the grimleals??????? or something hahaha. this is why grima remembers the pain and betrayal--when they tried to open their heart, they were wounded in the ugliest way. in chrom's time, perhaps this comes in a meeting at the castle of this way to perhaps end this 'fued' or whatever is called lmao.

anyway my brain now is just farting to communicate more ..thats as far because i saw food and i will go eat weeeeeeeeeeee

#ooc.|| faty speaks #[my brain is like sPIKE UPPPPPPPPPPPPPTHEN DIIIIIIIIIIIIVE DOWWWN WEEEEEEE

[marinaiguess]

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited! :D

:D

A wip, okay, here we go. (under the cut, 500 words, just so you know lol) I'm excited abt this cuz it's the first forces fic i've written. Alright, the first forces fic revolving around sonic. I am excited for a couple other fics like a sonaze req I need to finish and another forces thing, but yeah, have this for now:))

Groaning once more at the thought of himself not being able to run, he looked around in hopes to find a way out. How exactly, he didn’t know, but that was a problem he would deal with later. He searched for the source of light, head turning around just to find that the only way out was - what seemed like to him - miles away. There was a good chance the door was seal shut but breaking through the windows would be a piece of cake; he just needed a spindash.

Under normal circumstances.

He attempted getting up again, this time careful not to hurt his ancle any more than he already had, despite the increasing need to move, to run. As his eyesight had - sort of – adjusted at the protruding lack of light, he shifted his attention elsewhere, with the intention of further analyzing his surroundings. Well, it didn’t exactly take a genius to understand you’ve been locked up in a cell (especially when it’s not your first time inside a prison).

But this prison was much more miserable than the last one he was in; at least the police had paid their electric bills! And whoever was holding him prisoner here…was definitely gonna get a piece of his mind.  

But who was it?

Who was it that had managed to make such a mess of him and then capture him?

Eggman? Nah, without as much as making a huge announcement as soon as he woke up or without having posters and illuminating neon signs plastered all around his jail, writing ‘I caught that hedgehog!’? Not a chance. He screwed his eyes shut in an attempt to remember how he got here in the first place, but whatever had happened, was buried deep into his brain, memories staying hidden inside his mind’s safety.

A sigh escaped his lips; he needed to give his body a little more time to recover. However, that didn’t mean he would stay there and do nothing.

“Hey!” he cupped his hands to scream to anyone who would hear, only to be met with the echo of his own voice. He cringed at that, but went on nevertheless: “It’s kinda rude to keep your guest in the dark!” He snickered at his own unintentional pun. “Both figuratively and literally…”

He got no reply.

“Just wanna congratulate you for catching me!” He added in a sing-song voice, “It’s not every day you can get your hands on the fastest thing alive!”

Impatience getting the better of him at the sound of nothingness, he carelessly kicked the air with his free leg, resulting in a not-so-welcome reaction. He suddenly doubled over and yelped while his body begged for help, shooting pain coming back, fiercer than before. After a few moments of taking deep breaths, he sat back on the floor with a long, frustrated huff, refusing to use the sorry excuse of a bed they’d given him.

#thank you for the ask! #wip #mobbothetrue #sth #sonic #sonic forces #fanfic #fanfiction #sth fanfiction #writer

[boogisstuff]

Matt isn't human

*Cambion

Demons are interdimensional beings

Demons wanted another gateway to achieve more power in human world

Bib. Couple has a threesome with demon. Demon Middle man for semen idk, demonology is weird

Daimon Hellstrom, aka Son of Satan, is that. A hero though, and renound demonologist. Team with defenders and Ghost Rider against demon possession

*Jack and Maddie want but can't have -or have but loose a baby-. One of them ends up making a deal with something unholy. It ends up adding guilt to a wrecked mind. Maggie tries to baptize the thing she brought into t’his world. He screams as the priest begins, as is normal. What wasn't, was the way he shrieked as the water kissed his skin–and ran into his eyes. it leaves him blind. Doctors say he had an allergic reaction to the oils, maybe something from the basin. 

*It's what makes Maddie snap. Jack becomes devoted to making Matt good. Teaches him to be kind, chivalrous, use his head not fists, even sends him to church. His ginger hair grows darker and darker until it matched his mother's. Complete with her curls. His eyes, also blue like hers, but far too bright to be natural, grow into an amber not unlike his own. His baby looks like everything he'd imagined since the most important person in his life promised a second important person. He makes himself believe the water burned the devil from his boy; left only the good parts.

*Still gets hit by the truck. Super senses. Trained by Stick, (who no one else can see?). Jack doesn't die, but is beat so bad he'll never fight again. He struggles to find work; lives off Creed fight, disability, donations, goodwill, and whatever odd jobs Matty can snag. Had Matt taken by Social services a few times. 

*Recovering from Midland circle; Maddie tells him. Tells him who he is to her, how he came to be.

{"What am I!?" He’d asks ghost rider}

He brings misfortune, pain, to everyone around him

*He has a breakdown. When he started hearing prayers he thought it was a mission from God. Now, realizes it's the tools of the devil. He takes back the "I'd rather die was Daredevil then live as Matt Murdock" skips straight to suicide. Inspires him to get back to Matt Murdock. He meets foggy for no alternative reasons. Trying so hard to stay out of DD. Foggy can tell he's not doing well. Matt tells Foggy what's up. Foggy realizes how bad it is, and tells him that the accident that gave him his senses had nothing to do with the devil

*dd joins an occult team with his older cuz. The Son of Satan; Daimon Hellstrom. (a real comic character not an OC. A former priest-hopeful and current occult expert, he’s pretty dedicated to fighting demons. However, seeing as his father, Satan, also impregnated a human woman as a means of gaining power I feel he might beagle to empathize a bit with Matty’s situation)

*Most people, even his teammates don't actually know if Daredevil’s occult or not. Citizens are fairly unsure. But then you get to those who interact with him, and they're even more unsure. 

*Basically, you meet and think he's just a guy in a mask. Then he's weird and you start thinking he is demonic, especially after finding out about Son of Satan. But SoS, when asked, just says he's part of the team because he's resistant to possession and knows Hell's kitchen better than anyone. Plus, moon knight is also part and sometimes defenders and punisher gets involved. (Hawkeye tried once and just got so confused) and DD is majorly unhelpful. Plus, only believes in the devil as a concept of temptation or sin.

*Holy objects affect him different. He's got darksoul but also human soul and is a confirmed Catholic. Bc he's only half (and was made different that SoS) he has a natural resistance, powers or nah. Works as dual souls, where if one is weakened, i.e. bc human Matt is dying, other rises to fill the void. As darksoul takes over holy objects have more effect. Cross gets hotter.

#daredevil #daredevil au #son of satan #matt #devil!matt murdock #fanfiction

[blackshadowswriter]

So I gotta read Romeo and Juliet this year, and I already know the basic plot (thank you, sparknotes 😘 ur a lifesaver) and I just realized how messed up the play actually is.

If you think about it:

The two of them met at what was basically a blind date ig (i mean, they got masks) and smooched once

Romeo became a stalker and basically broke into Juliet's home (nicely, like Yelena though), and they had some heartfelt convo under the moon during which no one noticed a young girl talking to a random-no, not even random dude, a dude from a family that's literally their enemy-in the bushes below

Then bros decided to run off and get married after talking for like 3 hours

After that, Romeo got one of his homies killed and also committed homicide, but Juliet was like "omg, i still love u even tho u gutted my cuz, bby <3"

But my dude gets his stupid butt banished from the city, and that sussy friar dude gonna go full Potions Master Snape and pull a vial of some sleeping potion outta his ass

Juliet's actually gonna trust this sus baka and drink the damn thing when it could be a tube fulla piss or some expired milk or smth

She falls into her enchanted sleep or whatever (suing Disney for copyright now, ik where they got Aurora from)

She gets proclaimed dead, and no one-and I mean no one, not a single person in her rather extensive family-is gonna see a passed out girl and think "let's check her heartbeat to see if she's alive"

Like isn't that the first thing you do when you see an unconscious person???

Ik their science or medicine or whatever aint too advanced back then, but yall have got to have at least known that hearbeat = alive, no heartbeat = dead

And I refused to believe that that friar dude's potion stopped her heartbeat but kept her alive, so I'm determined that she still had a pulse

So if she had a pulse, she had to have been breathing at least, but none of these idiots gonna noticed that

Anywyas, Romeo hears that his gf croaked, sneaks back into the city, and he has to give one more goddamn monologue before he dips.

Like why couldn't he have just looked at his dead wifey and drank the poison instantly and saved us future English students the pain of reading that. He created another section of hw assignments to translate that speech he had to give.

And then after he yabbers on for eternity, he chugs poison

Like where tf are these people getting these vials of sketch potions from? Is Snape your private supplier or smth?

And then Juliet's gonna wake up, see her hubby frothing at the mouth besides her deathbed and be like "damn, this one dude I married for like two weeks is dead, my life is so over" and stab herself.

Then their fams realize that each of them got one dead fam member and are instantly like "man, we were so wrong to hate each other, it caused the deaths of this young, wonderful, not-insane-at-all couple, we should tots stop fighting"

If that was my family, they'd be so mad I went behind their backs and married a dude from the enemy family, they'd probably disown my dead body and toss me into the river

But like irl, they wouldn't have stopped fighting for a measly thing like death, nah man they gonna go at each other even harder, they gonna be blaming each other for Romeo and Juliet's deaths, and I wouldn't be shocked if they started a civil war or smth

And I'm sorry, but at the end when they say they put a statue up of the two, I'm just thinking of Loki putting a statue up of himself in Asgard. Sue me.

Like...? This...? Is...? Considered...? One....? Of...? The...? Best...? English...? Classics...?

Shakespeare got mad problems, dude.

P.S. Yall this is satire, I'm just joking, don't come at me and lecture me "well, that's not how it happened." I can't be bothered to read another analysis of this goddamn play

#satire #humor #sarcasm #jokes #romeo and juliet #romeo and juliet are idiots #dont come for me #im joking #this is a joke #not really #admit it #im right #shakespeare #shakespeare needs help #shakespeare on crack #english #school #kinda #marvel reference #marvel

[children--of--time]

11, 15, 20 and 27 for Maisie?

Do they have any special diet requirements? Are they a vegetarian? Vegan? Have any allergies?

Nah, not really. Maisie is pretty much up for trying anything at least once.

Are they good at cooking? Do they enjoy it? What do others think of their cooking?

I don't really see Maisie as a cook. Like I said, she'll try anything once, but I can't imagine cooking would be too successful. Maisie is the type of person to try and cook green beans, fail at it, and would have Sam point out that she could have just put them in the microwave, much to her dismay.

Her dad did most of the cooking even when her mum was still alive. So, she can cook to survive, but in most cases will just buy something that doesn't need a lot of preparation.

Do they like musicals? Music in general? What do they do when they’re favourite song comes?

Maisie loved The Little Mermaid growing up (definitely not cuz she related way too hard to Ariel, whatta you talking about?).

Maisie loves music. She's been learning string instruments (like guitar and ukulele) since she was a kid and is a pretty good singer to boot.

ABBA is for sure something that makes Maisie bob her head when one of their songs comes on.

What makes them sad? Do they cry regularly? Do they cry openly or hide it? What are they like they are sad?

Thinking about her mum and how badly her relationship with her dad started to deteriorate after her mum's passing always makes Maisie upset. Seeing others in pain or even being stuck on her own makes her sad, too.

A lot of things make Maisie sad. In fact, I can think of three different moments just in season 1 where she cries just off the top of my head. She cries after being tricked by the Dalek.

She cries several times during Father's Day (first from seeing her parents: Thomas and Louisa + seeing her dad act the way he used to before Louisa passed away. The second is from having a conversation with Louisa and breaking down over the thought of having to see her die again.

And she cries a whole bunch in the Parting of Ways, but I think you can work out why.

Maisie expresses sadness in two ways. Crying or ignoring whatever is upsetting her emotionally. You'll see the second way a lot when she's travelling with the Doctor. Maisie doesn't realise it, but a big reason she travels with the Doctor is to avoid her problems back home.

Why confront her dad when she can just go on another space adventure, right?

#askcj #maisie prentice