#someday ah will learn how to say your name

[thefallofruins]

── “Conception” [Ryomen Sukuna]

Requested by anon — Hey, love ur writing. All the smut you've written for the jjk men is soooo hot. Would u be interested in writing feral ritual sex & breeding kink w sukuna? Like he's obsessed w the thought of his precious little queen having his child, but since he's a curse he has to put in some extra effort to make sure it takes & doesn't harm her. I'm just obsessed w the thought of the bid bad king of curses being soft for his little baby (& ofc the babymaking process). Love u and wishing u a good day.

Warnings — breeding, inflation, lactation, dumbification, dacryphilia, pregnancy. MINORS DNI.

Sukuna was a greedy man. Sure, he had his lovely queen, the only one who had ever managed to tame him. He never desired any forms of human companionship till you came in his way with the pretty little face of yours and an ever charming wit.

But he hungered for more, recently.

Sukuna had never even thought of having a family. He held no desire to procreate, but over the time, staying with you, learning about your own desires of a family someday— it grew over him like a disease. To see you with his offspring, his heir. The need to get you pregnant, the desire so primal in him that all he could think of was that. He was utterly obsessed.

So, now that you are in the privacy of your room, who were you to deny the king of his wishes? Sukuna always gets what he wants. And you learnt so when you saw that look of hunger in his eyes. He was so certain he'd knock you up tonight. And you were too, considering his actions.

"Look at you..." he growls, taking the sight of you all in, eyes glassy and desperate, sweat glistening off your pale skin as he pounds into you without a drop of mercy. Your lips tremble as wanton moans of his name escape your throat. "Meant to be a mother..."

All that occupied his mind was to see your belly round with his brood, to see how you'd glow with his child in your womb, to see how much more prettier you would you get with your tits growing heavy, your kimono tightening around them as they fill up with milk. With that thought and the feeling of you tightening around his cock, he releases into your womb, cock nudging against your cervix as he fills you to the brim.

It wasn't enough, of course.

A helpless mewl escapes your lips when you feel him moving again. "S-Sukuna..." a whine escapes your lips. He tuts, a smirk forming on his face as he resumes thrusting into your oversensitive cunt. "Not so fast, my lovely Queen..." he says, a finger reaching to pinch and tug upon your hardened nipple. "Need to make sure I breed you well..." he says, his pace increasing as he speaks, "You'll be carrying our baby soon..."

"N-Ngh—! 'K-Kuna...'s too much!" you complain, your mind almost going blank when you feel him hit your cervix again. And again. And again. But he shows no sign of stopping. "You can take it, my queen....you must give me a child. An heir...." he softly brushes the hair out of your face as he pounds into you in a harsh manner till you feel a knot build in your stomach once again.

"S-Sukuna..Ahh...c-cumming...!" you moan as he increases his pace, making the knot of your stomach snap, squirting over his cock and making him chuckle darkly. "Mmm...pretty..." he says softly, not stopping his movements till he fills you up once again. His seed filling your womb for the second time for the day. You whine at the feeling, there was no way his plan to impregnate you was failing at this rate.

"Sukuna..." you mutter his name softly as he pulls out of you slowly, giving your forehead a soft kiss. Perhaps it was an apology on behalf of the long night he was planning ahead. Giving you a moment to prepare yourself, he watches his cum ooze past your pussy before he rams into your poor cunt again.

"S-Sukuna-ah! p-please...." you whimper, it was too much! but it was also only the beginning. He is a curse after all, he has to take extra efforts to make sure he impregnates you, no? "P-Please...too full!"

"Sssh...." he says, grunting as he feels the gummy walls of your cunt clamp over him. "You need to give me a child, my queen..." he says gruffly, wiping the tears that roll down your cheek. It's too much! "You're gonna make such a beautiful mother...belly round with my child. F-Fuck...gonna breed you so well tonight."

Another thick load, followed by another, soft praises escaping his lips, thumbs brushing your tears away. You were too full with his hot and sticky seed, too overstimulated, your brain mushed to the point you couldn't think about anything except being bred my him. About being pregnant with his heir. About fulfilling his desire. About making him a father.

Your belly appeared to bulge a bit from the amount of cum he's stuffed into you. Your womb overflowing with his seed. And yet— Sukuna wasn't satisfied. He kept going, and the last thing you felt was his cock still buried deep into your cunt, a heavy load released into yet again. He lies next to you, cock slipping out. His seed flowed out of you in large amounts as he brushes the strands of your hair from your face and softly kisses your forehead. "Rest, my Queen..."

Of course his efforts had paid out. And it was just what he imagined. You were glowing with his child in your belly, he simply loved to caress your round belly as he held you, praised you for carrying his heir —so incredibly proud of his queen and his little one that was growing in you.

He loved to see the tightness around your chest, the stains on your kimono as your breasts grew heavy. The blush on your cheeks when he told you he'd relieve you of the overflowing mess— slurping and drinking upon the sweet nectar greedily.

He absolutely fucking adored to see you crochet little clothes to welcome your little one, sitting on the bed with a round belly as you knit together a cute and tiny sweater for the to-be-coming-soon member with your eyebrows scrunched together as you poured your focus into it.

And when the little one was born? Sukuna never knew he could be so soft. He would spend his days with the little one cradled in his arms, his pride growing when he saw him perched upon your hip, walking around — just being the amazing mother he expected you to be. He would make sure no harm ever befell the two of you.

He now sits with the two of his only loved ones, with something on his mind again— maybe in the upcoming years, he could have more of this. A big family with his wonderful queen.

Sukuna was a very greedy man, after all.

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[sixosix]

KATSUKI & IZUKU: IT WENT LIKE THAT

( ? ) an interview from you (following the events of “it goes like this”)

you’re not saying you regret coming here, but you regret coming here a little bit.

“so, y/n-san,” kana says with a dangerous sparkle in her eyes. you’re acutely aware of the camera pointed right at you. “onto the next question: who’s your celebrity crush?”

“celebrity crush…? oh, that’s a hard one.” there are excited murmurs from the audience, all speculating. there are whispers about bakugou and izuku’s names; you pointedly ignore them. “i don’t know, really. a tie between mirko and hawks.”

izuku is going to grill you about this later.

“ah, makes sense,” kana nods, accepting your answer without further digging. “they’re the top two every time i ask that question.”

you don’t know how to respond to that, so you opt for a smile and a nod.

kana lights up when she moves on to the next question, and the people seated in rows across you fall hushed in anticipation. she giggles, almost maniacally, bringing the mic closer to her lips.

“you’re really close with deku and dynamight, right?”

you already know where this is going. with practiced ease, you lean against the couch, picking careful words that wouldn’t make villains froth in the mouths for a chance to break your ties. “we’re a trio.”

“right, right!” kana shivers with glee. “so, tell us about your favorite moment with deku and dynamight!”

there are cheers of encouragement and approval, nearly startling you out of your seat had you not been prepared. but any mention of their names when talking to you is always the most prominent font in headlines.

you have a feeling that once you return home, you’ll be bombarded with a series of explosions from katsuki and embarrassed whining from izuku. but that’s a problem for you later—right now, you’re here to please the audience.

“what’s my favorite moment with deku and dynamight?”

your first and favorite memory with bakugou katsuki was witnessing the start of his crude language. he taught you the phrase ‘eat shit and die’, and you find it funny to say, so you let him teach you.

he found out about it from a world-weary employee walking past and cursing out his phone, frustrated to hell. he wasn’t dressed like a villain, only someone who carried dark eyebags and a dingy, old phone. he shut up pretty quickly upon the sight of katsuki’s sharp red eyes as if expecting him to tattle tale to his mom.

instead, he turned to you and izuku, and recited those words wholeheartedly. he found the horrified looks of grown-ups to be funny.

izuku was confused, and you cackled.

he took this as encouragement because the next day, he’d found thousands of creative ways to spew nonsensical insults strung together loosely with shit and fuck.

“it fucking helps me express my shitty emotions,” five-year-old katsuki said solemnly, right after he tormented izuku with a bunch of it just to stress the poor boy out. izuku had to learn the hard way that eat shit and die is not a phrase of encouragement.

(katsuki’s smile was strangely fond and soft when you kept laughing—not that you’d indulge the audience too much by giving them that.)

“so dynamight was always like this, huh…” kana murmurs thoughtfully, giggling along with the audience.

“it’s not surprising,” you snort, “he’s fluent in the arts of being a little brat, as his parents say. we still love him for it, don’t we?”

your first and favorite memory with midoriya izuku was when you met him.

you don’t remember every detail—only bits and pieces that often keep you awake at night, thinking, “if things turned out differently, would i still be here?”. the answer was yes, you would. on a stage someday, maybe, but to miss out on izuku and katsuki sounds like a bland world to live in.

you recall stumbling into the classroom, still hanging on to the fragments of sleep your family rudely interrupted just for something as stupid as kindergarten.

katsuki was surrounded by the class, preening like a proud cat. izuku, on the other hand, was staring right at you with wide, curious eyes that resembled a puppy.

“do you have a quirk?” he asked, and the fun facts about your pet fish you practiced the day beforehand all dissipated instantly.

“i… do,” you murmured, thumbing at the hem of your shirt. “‘s not cool, though. so i don’t want to tell you.”

the strange boy with green curls looked as if you had just told him that all might retired. “i bet that’s not true! every quirk is cool! kacchan has a quirk that makes him boom!”

“...boom?”

he nodded, beaming, hopping up and down. “he can create explosives with his hands by igniting the nitroglycerin he sweats!”

“um, excuse me?” who even is kacchan? and what’s a night-row-glistening?

he continued to peer up at you as if the kacchan person was enough to convince you to reveal your secrets to him.

(you leave this part from the audience, knowing that it would raise suspicion about izuku’s quirk origins, but it went like this:

tired and a little irritated, you ask, “what’s your quirk, huh?”

izuku froze, his expression blanking for a split second before it fell into a hesitant one. “i don’t have one, yet. but i’ll get it soon! and even if i didn’t have a quirk, that wouldn’t stop me from becoming a hero!”)

and so, you focused on the pen in his hand and tried to hide a smirk when his jaw dropped to the floor when it began to float mid-air, followed shortly after by his notebook. (your quirk is nothing special. useful, maybe—especially in your line of work where you’re in charge of handling hero equipment—but nothing special. until now, you never understood why izuku…)

“oi, deku, who’s this?” a blond materialized out of nowhere, staring blankly at a pen and notebook hovering.

“kacchan!” deku practically shrieked, ignoring the grunt of christ from his best friend. “kacchan, look! this quirk is so cool, isn’t it?”

you felt your face warm at the praise, your poor heart racing. “it’s really nothing.”

kacchan eyed your expression, quirked a brow at izuku’s, then shrugged. “‘s pretty cool, yeah.”

“your quirk is like my mom’s! she can pull my toys towards her, but you can do it a bajillion more times!” deku squealed. “can i please be your friend? please? kacchan doesn’t bite, and i promise i’ll only ask three questions a day!”

your fate was sealed to both of them the moment you said yes. not that you were complaining.

“ah, y/n!” izuku all but scrambles to the door when you open it, his smile taking up most of his face. “you’re home!”

“i’m home,” you agree, grinning. izuku reaches for your bag, and you let him take it as you wriggle out of your shoes. “did i miss dinner?”

“yeah, it’s fucking cold now,” katsuki sneers as he appears from the kitchen. “go shower, i can smell you from here.” still, he does not complain when izuku tosses him your bag; instead, he places it gently on the couch.

“we watched your interview,” izuku says, gently pushing you towards the dining table despite katsuki’s chiding. “you did well! i told you they’d love you.”

“now,” katsuki says as soon as you sit down, “tell us what happened.”

“what…? you said you already watched it.”

“yeah, but, i like it better hearing it from you,” katsuki says, like it should be the most obvious thing in the world. “because it’s funnier,” he clarifies, glaring, “stop laughing, deku.”

ok guys!!!!! this little au is fun and all but HONESTLY im out of ideas and i do not have the brainpower to turn this into a series so this is the last one </3 GUYS I ACTUALLY HATE THIS i finished half of it it in one sitting but ill die if i delay it another day

#606:BNHA #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha fluff #mha fluff #bnha imagines #mha imagines #bnha drabbles #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki x you #bakugou katsuki x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #midoriya izuku x you #izuku midoria x reader

[harunayuuka2060]

Crowley: Now for today's housewarden meeting.

Crowley: This will be about Mr. Rosehearts' recent overblot situation.

Kalim: Excuse me, headmage. But is it fine for us to talk about this?

Riddle: Do not worry. I have given him my permission as it is extremely important.

Idia: Did you consider asking me before agreeing to this?

Riddle: You wouldn't allow me to enter your room!

Idia: *sigh*

Vil: I've heard MC helped you and defeated the phantom themselves. *confused frown* How is that possible?

Leona: Vil Schoenheit has a point. I never knew phantoms can be fought physically.

Azul: Or that it could be extracted from the one who overblotted.

Crowley: Mr. Shroud, I believe I'm allowed to give the details?

Idia: Sure. You have my father's approval.

Crowley: *clears throat* I believe MC's ability to separate phantoms from the magician's body is due to the fact that they're a child of hell.

Riddle: Child of...

Leona: ...Hell?

Idia: This should've been a confidential information. But my father and I didn't expect that someone in this school would overblot.

Idia: Anyway, that's that.

Vil: Are you not going to elaborate?

Idia: No. But if you're worried if they would overblot someday or would hurt you like a demon, hm. Yeah, it depends. So far, MC has only hurt phantoms. Heheh.

Kalim: Oh, wow! Sounds like they're a guardian or something!

Idia: Yes. But that doesn't mean you're free to overblot whenever you want just because they can beat your phantoms for you. Like yeah, no. Learn to go to a therapist.

Riddle: One question, Idia-senpai.

Riddle: Have you ever overblotted?

Idia: Let's see... When I was a kid, yeah. Mine was like a way smaller they just shoved it into the crate.

The housewardens: ...

Leona: Hey, radish sprout. If they're a protector, then why were they heavily-chained when they first entered NRC?

Idia: That's... That's soooooo confidential that if I tell you, I'll be forced to delete your memories.

Leona: *frowns* What?

Crowley: Well, that's all for this housewarden meeting. If you have any questions, just save them for now and we'll discuss them next time.

Vil: That gentle giant is a hell child?

Riddle: I know. It's hard to imagine it.

Kalim: But if we're going to think about it, don't they fit the description?

Vil, Riddle, and Kalim: *has recalled what they looked like on their first day*

Vil: Now that you've mentioned it, yes.

Kalim: *laughs* Even so, I'm glad they're someone that can be trusted in times of danger!

Ortho: How did the meeting go?

Idia: Nothing noteworthy. Just slightly shocked that MC is a hell child.

Ortho: But Idia, that information hasn't confirmed yet. That's merely a nickname given by the ancestors of Shroud family.

Idia: Hell is still hell. Anyway, what is MC doing right now?

Ortho: They've discovered a new plant called bonsai.

Idia: Ah.

Ace: Bwahahahah! No! You can't name it "Riddle"!

Ace: Do you want him to go off with your head?

Deuce: I honestly think Housewarden Rosehearts would mind.

MC: *grunts*

Ace: Fine, fine. But don't say I didn't warn you.

Ace: By the way, MC? I've heard from Trey-senpai that a third-year senpai from Diasomnia was looking for you.

MC: *tilts their head*

Ace: What was his name again? Ah! Lilia Vanrouge!

#twisted wonderland #twst mc #twst ace #twst deuce #twst riddle #twst vil #twst kalim #twst leona #twst azul #twst crowley #twst solace

[pink-bandana-writes]

Margaritas and Misunderstandings

Raphael x Reader

Summary: Raphael never expected to meet his soulmate, especially not at a college Halloween party.

Notes: I love writing college-age turtles lol and I also really love soulmate aus and haven’t written any on this blog yet, so enjoy! Let me know if you want more parts to this one, I really like Raph and reader’s dynamic here.

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, swearing

Word Count: 2k

Reader Is: In college, female

Raphael had been convinced the words on his arm were a joke, some cruel reminder the universe had given him that he was unlovable. He wasn’t meant to have a soulmate. Look, he’d urge himself, standing in the mirror. Look at that. Ain’t no one gonna love all that.

The ink had appeared around the time Raph turned eighteen, about a month before his eighteenth birthday, in fact, when his existence was still, for the most part, a secret and every girl he’d interacted with thus far had fainted when they saw him, April included, though she was now a very dear friend of theirs. He was twenty-one now. He and his brothers were going to a human college on the surface, slowly but surely integrating themselves into human society.

Raph had been convinced, really truly convinced, that the words on his arm still didn’t mean anything, couldn’t mean anything. Until Leo met his soulmate, that was.

He remembered the frantic message to the group chat the brothers shared. Leo was at the library. The others were en route to study with him, but he’d gotten out of class before the others. Sure enough, he’d bumped into some quiet little bookworm in the library and said the words on her wrist, causing her to say exactly what was written on Leo’s in return.

That had been a few months before, right at the beginning of the school year. Leo was dating her now, obviously. Her name was Isabella and Raph thought she was…nice. It kinda made him sick how perfect she and Leo were together. Just reminded him how alone he was, but more than that, it stirred up the anxiety deep in the pit of his stomach, the constant reminder that he did have a soulmate and someday…they’d look him in the eye and say “Shit, I’m so sorry!”

Even if he did have a soulmate. Even if they did find him someday, what was the point? It seemed like they weren’t very happy to see him, whoever they were.

So Raph went about his life, trying to ignore the words on his wrist as best as he could, dreading the day when his soulmate would reject him, just as he knew they always would.

***

“Hey, (Y/N), you’re coming to the Halloween party this weekend, right? It’s at the Sigma House.” Your roommate said, sitting across from you at the library. Her name was Lindsay and she was a pretty blonde girl majoring in criminal justice. She was going to be a lawyer someday, ala Elle Woods and wanted to do her best to make the world a better place.

“I don’t know about that.” You chuckled, shaking your head. “You remember what happened at their homecoming party, right? I’m not much of a party girl, apparently…”

“Oh nonsense, you learned your lesson. You’re still just…learning your limits, is all. Gotta build up that tolerance somehow.”

You scoffed. “Yeah, from right beside the toilet maybe.”

“What, like lightning’s gonna strike twice? It’s Halloween! It’ll be fun! Plus, where else are you gonna wear your cute lil’ costume? It’s not like we can go trick or treating anymore.”

“Valid point.” You shrugged and chewed on the end of your straw. “Fine. I’ll go.”

“YESSSSS! I’m texting Isabella. She’s bringing Leonardo.”

“Ah yes, the elusive Leonardo.” You took a sip from your iced coffee. “Supposedly he has three brothers that all go here too, but I swear I haven’t seen any of them except him the, what, two times we’ve met him.”

“I think he’s nice.”

“I think he’s nice too, but you’d think it would be easier to spot them out and about.” You chuckled. “Oh never mind, I spoke too soon.”

“Where.” Lindsay turned around, catching a glimpse of the large, hulking turtle walking into the library, side by side with a slightly smaller turtle carrying a skateboard.

“Don’t look too fast, oh my god.”

“Ooh. He’s…”

“Hot.”

“I was gonna say ‘big’ but yeah, that works too.” Lindsay giggled. “Oh my god, (Y/N), I didn’t know you were into that. You know, I saw that Ice Planet Barbarians book at the B&N in the mall if you—”

“Shut up!” You hit her playfully with the book you had sitting on the table.

The large turtle in the red flannel caught your eye and smirked, giving a little half-wave. You waved back, cheeks fully flushed from your conversation with Lindsay.

“Oh my god he just waved at you. Oh my god!”

“Shut upppp!” You rolled your eyes, sliding down your seat.

***

The Sigma Halloween Bash finally arrived and you slipped into your costume, Raven from Teen Titans, right down to the cape you’d spent the better part of a day sewing yourself.

You looked over yourself in the mirror. You looked hot, you admitted, admiring yourself in the costume. It was no wonder she was everyone’s first cartoon crush.

“You ready?”

“Yeah, I’m ready.” You turned around to face Isabella, who was dressed as Belle from Beauty and the Beast. “Aww, you look cute!”

“Thanks! It was Leo’s idea.”

“Speaking of whom…are the boys coming over here first or…?”

“They’re meeting us there. Lindsay told me you guys saw Raph, huh?”

“Oh yeah. Forgot about that.” Your cheeks reddened at the mere mention of his name. “Raph, huh?”

“Raphael. He’s…nice. I don’t think he likes me all that much, but Leo says he gets better once you get to know him.”

“One of those.” You nodded. “Good to know in case I run into him completely shitfaced. Try to make a good impression.”

“Good luck with that.” Isabella chuckled, ushering you downstairs so you and your other roommates would walk the few blocks to the party.

For Halloween, it was pretty warm outside with a nice breeze, costumed college kids marching down every sidewalk to find whatever party they were headed for. And, as usual, you were following the biggest stream of kids, straight into the Sigma house.

The music was deafening and the second you stepped inside, one of the drunk frat guys handed each of you a can of White Claw, which you grimaced at and handed to Lindsay, who took it with a smile. Instead, you set out in search of a Margarita, the one drink you knew you liked, thus far. Your search was successful. You poured yourself a glass of the sweet lime drink and found your roommates again.

“There she is!” Lindsay pulled you to her and spun you around as you sipped from your drink. “You find your Marg?”

“Always.”

“The boys are on the way.” Isabella reported, bobbing along to the music while reading from her phone. “Should be any—Oh, there they are! Leo!” She waded through the crowd, pushing her way to the giant turtle who was dressed in the Beast’s suit from Beauty and the Beast. That was cute.

Raph wandered into the kitchen and out of your sight, but not before you saw the large foam spikes taped to his shell. He was dressed as Bowser. That was really funny, actually.

The party continued and you had a second margarita. You were deciding on whether or not to grab a third and then decided to commit when you saw him still hanging around the kitchen.

So, tipsy as ever, you walked through the frat house to the kitchen and poured yourself yet another drink.

“Ayo Raven! You look good did you make that yourself?” asked the shortest of the turtles, although he still stood at least six feet tall.

“I did! Thank you so much! I loved the show as a kid.”

He grinned. “I did too. I’m Mikey, by the way. You’re Isabella’s roommate, right?”

“I am indeed. (Y/N).”

“Well, (Y/N), it’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too!” You beamed, scanning the kitchen. Huh, not sight of Raphael. You wondered where he’d gone. You thought for a moment and second-guessed your third margarita for the night, decided to get a glass of ice water instead.

When you walked back out to the other room, you found him alright, stumbling right into him and spilling your water all over him.

“Shit, I’m so sorry!” You apologized, looking up at him. He stared back down at you, his eyes wide.

“It’s you? Yer…Wow, I just, uh…I…I didn’t think it would be you.” He stammered, reading through the words that had been etched onto your wrist since high school. You rolled up your sleeve, glancing down at them to be sure before looking back up at him, sobering up almost instantly.

“You’re my soulmate.” You whispered, starstruck in his presence.

“Let me get ya some more water, alright?” He offered, taking the empty solo cup from you, his giant hand gentler than you could have ever imagined it to be. “I’ll be right back.”

“O-Okay.” You nodded, still, for lack of better word, shell-shocked where you stood, the world crumbling around you until he finally came back with another cup of water.

He handed it to you and you were sure you were gonna drop that one, too, but you didn’t, miraculously, holding onto it for dear life. “You wanna get some air?”

“Yeah.” You nodded.

Tentatively, Raphael offered his hand to you in the crowded room. He didn’t expect you to take it. In no reality could he imagine this pretty girl dressed as a superhero to take his hand, but you did, slipping your hand into his and letting him lead you out into the backyard.

The sounds of the party faded away. There were a few people out on the deck making out, but the grass was wide open, the perfect spot to get away from all the noise in there.

You were both quiet for a while, your heart hammering in your chest as you sat down next to him. You took a long sip of water, chasing the edge of the margarita away.

“So uh…it’s okay if ya…uh…I shoulda practiced this.” He shook his head, letting out a pathetic chuckle. “I get it, I mean, if yer not…into me. I saw ya laughin’ at me at the library the other day.”

“Oh fuck, no I wasn’t I…kind of the opposite, actually.” You admitted, counting your blessings you had some liquid courage in your body for this conversation. “I’m Isabella’s roommate. Lindsay and I both are and I…I just kinda blurted out that you were hot and she…she was making fun of me, not you. I’d never make fun of you.”

“Wait, you…” He grinned, amused. “Yer not serious.”

“I am, I swear.” You laughed, pulling your cape around yourself. “I like your costume, by the way.”

“Heh. Yeah, thanks. Low effort costumes are kinda my forte.” He shrugged. “Mikey did the spikes for me. Was kinda hopin’ you’d show up dressed as Princess Peach, to be honest.”

“You still wanted me to be the Peach to your Bowser even when you thought I was making fun of you?” You asked, pouting up at him. “Raph…”

“I wouldn’t’a held it against ya even if you were.” He shrugged. “Hell, my own sister passed out the first time she met the four of us.”

“You have a sister?”

“Her name’s April. We ain’t blood, but we are family.” He smiled. “I’d like ta introduce her to ya someday. If ya want, of course. I’m…I ain’t ever done this before.”

“Well you’re doing great.”

“Ya don’t have to lie.” He nudged you playfully.

“I’m not.” You giggled, nudging him back. “You are doing great.”

“You still drunk?”

“Not much.”

“Mmm.”

“What?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Those margaritas might be clouding ya judgement, shorty.”

“They are not.” You giggled, reaching for his arm, which he gladly gave to you. You grabbed onto him, a little cold now that you’d been out there for a bit.

“If ya need me to warm ya up, I can’t. I’m cold-blooded.”

“Oh right. That’s okay.”

“Ya wanna go back inside?”

“No.” You shook your head. “I just wanna sit out here with you for a while.”

He smiled, withdrawing his arm and putting it around you instead. He rested his head against yours, letting out a long breath as you sat beneath the stars. “I like that plan.”

Tags: @thelaundrybitch, @turtle-babe83, @dilucsflame33, @happymoonangel, @leleouwu

#tmnt aged up #tmntagedup #bayverse #raph x reader #raphael #raphael x reader #raph #tmnt imagine #tmnt imagines

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

ONGOMG I HAVE AN IDEA!!

How abouuuuut, a Creepypasta (you can choose It’s okay!!) with a reader that has DID/OSDD? Like, the Creepypasta gets to meet someone new literally everyday and get confused on who is who. YEAH‼️

I am DEVOURING, not eating, DEVOURING your writing like DAMN😦

TAKE CARE AND STAY SAFE AWWOWIWOW

-🐰

Just a heads up, I don't have DID or OSDD, but I do have a few friends who do, so i'm basing this off of what I know from them, as well as some reasearch i've done, so if anything is inaccurate please let me know!

And as always when the choice of creeps is left to me, I will be using my most popular creeps at the time of writing

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Ticci Toby

In the beginning, it is a bit hard for Toby to adjust in your relationship

You told him before you got serious, that way he knew to just always check in to see who was fronting at the time, but he was still a bit slow to adjust

He learns all of the names of the alters, their personalities, their interests, their role in the headspace, anything he can to accomodate them as well

While he knows that he is only dating you, and not your alters, he still wants to help them feel comfortable when they are fronting

After he gets adjusted though, it isn't really a huge deal anymore

It just becomes a part of his routine to ask each morning who is fronting, notice when you start to dissasociate, and being there for you during your hard days

He probably wouldn't have interacted with any media or people with DID/OSDD before you, so he will be asking you everything about what its like

"Where do you go when you aren't fronting? Can you hear everyone elses voices too? What does it feel like when you front?" etc etc

If you are someone who falls or goes limp when you dissasociate/switch, he is there to catch you or hold you until someone fronts

He learns all (well, as many as you can) of your alters boundaries and lets them know on your relationship, because he doesn't want it to be a whiplash kind of feeling for them to just wake up in some random dudes arms

The way he sees it, he got a partner and a bunch of new friends for the price of one!!

If one of your alters didn't like him though, he'd be ok with that

It would just be kind of awkward when you start to switch out during something like a cuddle sesh

He just hopes and prays it isn't someone who dislikes him

All around, he's kind of clueless but he is very open to learning about you and your disorder!

Eyeless Jack

Being the medical geek he is, he has read almost every psychology book he could get his claws on

And when he ran out of psychology books he started looking more into specific disorders such as Bipolar, Schizophrenia, etc

He did briefly glance over a few books about DID and OSDD, and he'd be lying if he said the topic didn't interest him

But he just gets so excited to study everything at once he kind of just gets a brief rundown of a certain disorder before going to the next thing, and someday coming back to study it more in depth

When he gets into a relationship with you though, he gathers up all his books on the topic and begins studying heavily

He wants to know everything about this disorder, especially since it is something that impacts your day to day life so heavily

He will run some questions he has by you, because some things you just can't find in a book

"So when you say you "switch"....what does that entail for you?"

"Uhhh... my mind goes blank and I kind of just drift off I guess??"

"Interesting...."

He gets very excited to meet your alters!

But he is also very nonchalant about it at the same time??

"And thats when I said-"

"Who the fuck are you"

"....My love, it's me. Your partner"

"I'm (insert alters name here)"

"Ah, very good! Now, tell me all about yourself, when did you manifest?"

Of course, if someone is uncomfortable with relaying knowledge about themselves to a complete stranger, or even just doesn't like him, he understands and won't press on the matter

Every time someone fronts he has a bottle of water in case they need something to help ground themselves

He will bombarde everyone with questions and research there's no escaping >:))

Jeff The Killer

THIS GUY OMFG

He's only heard of DID/OSDD from those shitty movie representations, and Liu who 9 times out of 10, only switches with Sully

So basically Jeff's whole perception of multiple personalities is "Damn whoever the other guy is must be an asshole"

You try to tell him that there is not a "killer" alter, and most of the time, as long as you are nice to them, they will likely be nice to you, because yk, THEY'RE PEOPLE

And while at the time he's like "got it that's super chill"

He still goes from 0-100 when you first switch out in front of him

You could be cuddling on your bed, when all of a sudden he feels your body go limp against his

At first he thinks you fell asleep, but he sees your eyes wide open

You then begin to blink, then move around and shift a bit

"The fuck happened to you?" he asks with a raised brow

Your brows furrow as you look around your environment "Who even are you???" the new person in the front of the headspace asks

It doesn't even click with him that you switched out for a second, he just thinks you're being stupid

"Damn, am I really that forgettable?" He asks, leaning over to kiss your forehead

You make a face of disgust and shove him away from you harshly

He narrows his eyes at you, seemingly trying to process what even just happened

Then it clicks, and he feels like such an asshole

But he won't let you know that obviously

"Gimmie my partner back!" he says suddenly

You raise your hands up defensively "Woah dude what are you talking about?!"

Needless to say, when you come back Jeff is pouting in his room, angry that your alter can't just ~magically~ bring you back to the front

#creepypasta #slender mansion #creepypasta x y/n #creepypasta x female reader #creepypasta x you #jeff the killer #ticci toby #jeffery woods #jeff the killer x reader #ticci toby x reader #jeff the killer creepypasta #ticci toby x y/n #ticci toby x you #ticcy toby #eyeless jack x you #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack creepypasta #eyeless jack #🐰 anon

[pigeonpeach]

My Heart Calls Your Name

Nilou x gn eremite reader part 3

Summary: The week had gone by faster than expected. Now you must depart back to the desert. Although you had spent years in the desert, it doesn’t feel the same

Part 1

Part 2

Part 4 the end

Little warning for alcohol

“Well I was wrong.” Clear Water proudly proclaimed seeing you walking towards her and the rest of the tribe. They turned mildly surprised but hid it quickly. “So. How was your vacation? Just what you needed?” Clear water asked. You nodded.

“It was nice. I’ve learned alot culinary wise.” You said with a smile.

“So you didn’t spend time with that dancer lady?” Your matriarch teased. “Say wheres your mask at?” You searched your bags finding it missing. You must’ve left it with Nilou..

“Oh crap.” You sighed. ClearWater sighed.

“We have extra, here.” Pulling it from one of the bags. You dawned it on, obscuring your vision slightly but still able to see. There was something in your heart. Like a flower stuck in a tiny pot, eager to grow beyond the clay walls. But you knew it was for the best. You would get over it someday.

“You didn’t answer my question little chef, what did you do while you were gone?” The Matriach asked once more.

“Ah, well I helped her theatre group and tried some foods. I have new recipes to try now so I say it was nice.” You answered. She noticed your hesitation.

“You’re okay right?” She asked shooing the rest. They left to probably recount supplies and feed the sumpter beast. But Clear Water still glanced at you occasionally.

“W-why wouldn’t I be?” You asked confused.

“Well You seem disappointed. Like you wanted to stay there.” She answered. You gulped.

“I mostly miss getting to sleep on a mattress mostly.” You dismissed. She seemed unconvinced.

“Hopefully you didn’t soften too much. Its good to see you again.” She patted you on the shoulder, sending you off to held load the sumpter beast’s cargo. Now alone with your thoughts you couldn’t help but feel like every step and movement was harder. The Ribat is familiar, you’ve come here more times than you could count on both hands and toes. This job is what you’ve held for years now with no other change until now. But something felt disheartening to know you may never see Nilou again, her theatre team, the various dads you befriended who were equally enthusiastic with cooking as you. You felt the unrealistic desire to run right back to the city and look for Nilou, profess your love and let that determine your destiny. But its too late now.

“Hey!” Clearwater said catching your attention.

“Oh sorry.” You said facing her.

“Its fine, I was just asking you what the deal with that dancer lady is.” She sighed carrying a bundle of peppers and radishes. You felt confused, your tribe hardly ever brought vegetables. “Oh and I wanted to show you some veggies we got. I figured you must’ve been tired of the meats so I wanted to give you some variety.” You nodded.

“Thanks. And her name is Nilou.”

“Nilou. Oh yeah you told me about her, you spent alot of time with her didn’t you?” She asked casually, adjusting the straps on the Beast. You focused your attentions on scratching behind its head to help it relax, it grumbled in thanks as it leaned closer, giving Clear Water a better chance to reach the one open flap that bothered her.

“Yeah. She was great. She was friends with so many people. Everywhere we went she’d get like discounts and freebies because she knew the owners. Even got me a nice inn room for a reduced price.” You smiled. “I got to try lots of other foods too. Padisarah Pudding was my favorite. Unfortunately those ingredients are harder for us to get and maintain so I won’t be able to cook it.”

“Sounds tasty. What was she like?”

“Lovely.. i-i mean her dancing was lovely. I helped her theatre group and had dinner with them lots, they were all so welcoming and nice. Nilou made sure I never overworked myself though. She even taught me to dance.” You smiled reminiscing.

“Really? So I’m guessing it didn’t work out?” She asked. You paused looking at her directly. You thought about denying it, but at this rate you knew it was true. It seemed like everyone knew anyways, there was no use in denying it.

“I- uh… never told her. I just… didn’t have the courage.” You said quietly. The sumpter beast grumbled wanting more scratches to which you obliged.

“You should’ve. You need too actually.” She said quieter as well. She picked up more bags to slide on-top of the beasts.

“Well I can’t anymore. She couldn’t come to see me off so unless I want to delay our leave I can’t tell her now.” You said.

“Send a letter. If you never tell her then you’ll always be wishing for her. At least if she rejects you then you’ll feel better about your decision here.” She said. She had a point. That idea seemed interesting actually.

“You know.. I’ll do that. Do you have a paper?” You asked. She smiled pulling out some.

“How do you do it?” You asked curiously. Nilou looked up. At you. She was adjusting the straps on her legs when she seemed to get a idea. You met up with her early, maybe too early. There’s no one else in the Theatre here yet, and few people in the area altogether.

“Ooh do you want to learn to dance?” She asked.

“Well maybe not completely.. I’m just a little curious” your posture stiffened.

“Well I could show you.” She smiled, by now you knew she was eager to do so. “I sometimes give lessons to kids, so I assure you I’ll be a good teacher.” You sighed.

“Alright.” You said. Steeping out onto the empty stage. All props were in storage currently. There was minimal people out now, they were more focused on setting their stalls up. You took a deep breath getting closer.

“Alright, lets start with some stretching exercises.” She said. “First lets touch our toes, you don’t have to reach it, just bend down and do your best.” Her voice was encouraging, you felt a little embarrassed in this position, but she was doing it with you, so you felt less silly. It felt strenuous but nice to stretch our your hamstrings. “Then you’re going to cross your arms like this.” She demonstrated by crossed her left arm across her body, pointed straight in the other way, her other harm pressed it closer to her chest. You followed, feeling the stretch, swapping hands as she did. “Alright lets start with something easy.”

Dancing with Nilou felt so natural. You watched her carefully and tried to mimic every step and even bend in her limbs, every turn and even her relaxed but neutral expression.

“You know, your friend isn’t too bad actually.” A sudden voice interrupted, causing you to seize up and almost fall if Nilou hadn’t caught your arm in time. It was just a friend of hers, the costumer for the theatre group.

“I know right. I feel like if we just changed their wardrobe they’d be perfect.” She smiled. You immediately stiffened.

“Eh its not worth it. I’m not that good too perform.” You immediately dismissed. They chuckled.

“Practice makes perfect. Enough time and you might become more admired than miss Nilou.” She teased. You felt a bit saddened.

“Oh well.. I don’t really have that time. I’m only on vacation after all.” You corrected. She seemed a bit embarrassed at that correction.

“Oh right, sorry I forgot. You just fit in so well I forgot you would be leaving soon.” She said. “Oh could you two help carry the costume rack up here? I can’t do it alone.”

“I’ll do it, you can keep practicing Nilou.” You said. Heading down the stairs to the costume rack. Nilou watched from afar. Her smile faded once your gaze was elsewhere.

“You’ve really gotten attached haven’t you?” The woman whispered to her. She nodded.

“I can’t help it. Keep it secret though, I don’t want to make them uncomfortable.” Nilou whispered. While you focused on steadying the rack with another member who came over.

“Tonight was our most successful performance yet!” The manager declared. The troupe applauded and cheered as they had stopped mid wrap up to enjoy the news. You meanwhile observed them, smiling as you were holding the ladder for someone currently. “This calls for celebration! Once we’re done here I’ll cover anyone’s tab at the tavern, just don’t go too crazy.” You felt intrigued. You hadn’t had any liquor or anything since your vacation started. Now might be a nice time to enjoy it. You also were curious to see what Nilou was like drunk.

“Sounds great!”

“Well lets get to work then!” Chatter began as people congratulated each other, Nilou mingling somewhere in the crowd while you helped the lady down.

“You’ve been a good help here. You should visit whenever you get the chance.” She smiled. “Of course if you ever want to retire from your current job then we’d be happy to welcome you aboard!” You were surprised at that. Slightly tempted to.

“Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind.” You said. After helping her package things up you walked over to Nilou who seemed ecstatic. She had a bunch of flowers in her hands. Bouquets from fans and friends likely.

“Thank you so much for your help. I really can’t thank you enough. You’re heading to the tavern right? Maybe we could go together I hear the foods great I’ll even pay for dinner as thabks-“ she cut herself off as she blushed embarrassed. “Ah sorry! I didn’t mean to say that all so fast. I’d just been rehearsing it in my head for so long.” She sheepishly admitted as she slowed her breath. You felt confused but intrigued.

“I wouldn’t mind that no. How soon will you be heading there?” You asked.

“Soon, i just gotta give these flowers to everyone. Oh heres yours! A gift of gratitude!” She smiled as you took the bouquet. This was the first bouquet you had gotten ever. Genuinely you had never received flowers beforehand. You paused admiring the flowers as she anxiously analyzed your expression. You were lost in thought as you felt your heart swell even more than possible. You never felt this appreciated, this welcomed and this loved. You couldn’t stop the big smile on your face.

“Thank you.. so much Nilou. I-i really an glad I came here.” You stammered. Your reaction calmed her slightly.

“Your welcome. Oh I really should give the others their flowers, then we can head out!” She excitedly said, dashing off. You heard a chuckle from behind. You turned to see the costumer.

“You know, she doesn’t do this normally right?” She asked.

“She doesn’t?” You asked confused. She nodded in confirmation. “Then why would she?”

“Well she probably wanted a excuse to give you a bouquet. But you didn’t hear that from me.” She smiled cheekily as she walked away. You watched Nilou handing out the bouquets, the reactions were indeed a mix of surprise but confusion. This was indeed out of the normal. The idea that she went this far to give you this made you blush. You wished you had your mask on now to hide it.

That night at the tavern had been eventful. You had struggled to hear Nilou properly as she had a softer voice.

“This place is really noisy huh?” She said nervously.

“Do you not come here often?” You asked. “Taverns are always noisy at nights like this.”

“I figured. I guess you’re used to this kind of environment.” She played with her hair, you wondered if she was blushing or if it was just the early signs of drunkenness coming in.

“Definitely. Hopefully a fight doesn’t break out. That’s when things really get loud.” You commented. Another round of wine was passed to your table, the other adults chatting amongst themselves. You noticed none of them tried to chat with Nilou, you wondered if for a second they’d plan that so she could spend time with you. You also noticed nilou tried to mimic your pace at drinking. You really enjoyed the cocktail you had ordered. The sweetness of sunsettias and bitterness of wine was addictive. You felt more at ease. “You know this one time, this couple of eremite dudes got in a huge fight. Well we thought they were fighting, turns out it was a really weird make out session. I guess they were so drunk they forgot about basic decency. Anyways found out later that the other proposed that night. Think they’re still together.” Nilou seemed interested in that story, or she was just staring at your face.

“That’s wild. Do eremites fight alot when drunk?” She asked, her voice a little slurred. You smiled, the tensuon in your body had faded at this point.

“Certainly. We fight for fun sometimes when sober, but that’s like coordinated and not as extreme. You know it has rules like no making the other bleed and no weapons and such. Its just to help the two get stronger. But when they’re drunk its a problem. Friendly spars turn into vicious fights. Its not uncommon for eremites to get banned actually. We have to limit ourselves usually or the bartender may have us kicked out at the first sign of rowdy behavior.” You giggled.

“Wow. I rarely see fights here. Sometimes you see students getting into quarrels but that’s hardly entertaining.”

“Figured, its just a bunch of nerds arguing over formulas I bet.” You chuckled, she laughed along.

“Probably. Have you ever been hit on at a tavern before?” She asked. Even in your relaxed, not too drunk but still inebriated state did you feel surprised.

“Eh not much.” You shrugged. She seemed surprised.

“Really?! But you’re so pretty!” She said, her hands suddenly reaching out to hold your face. You felt your heart jump as she looked right into your eyes. You had never been called pretty before. “Or handsome..or beautiful.. you’re just attractive is what i mean! Like your eyes are so striking, it feels like a crime that you wear a mask to hide them!” She was definitely drunk now. But you knew drunk people were reflections of people’s true feelings and thoughts. That fact only made you even more flushed.

“Y-you think so? No one has ever called me that.” You responded, still not pushing her off of you. You wouldn’t let her go further than that. You weren’t a one night stand kind of person.

“Really? What is wrong with the people you’ve met!” She giggled, moving her hands she scooted closer to you and laid her head on your shoulder. “You’re perfect to me.”

“You think so?” You asked. If you were a dog your tail would be wagging, like a feral wolf that just learned how wonderful it felt to be petted and praised. Its like she was domesticating you, if you were sober you would fear getting too used to her sweet and affectionate personality, but you hardly could even remember what number your refill was at.

“I know so. You have such big muscles! Such a gentle temperament and not to mention how patient and hardworking you are.” She giggled. “Its not just the wine talking too, though I’m sure if it could talk it would agree with me.” You laughed at that joke.

The night had continued with laughter and random face touches and muscles squeezing from Nilou, your hands kept to yourself until you had to walk her home.

“You know the way back to your house right?” You asked, your hand supporting her by her waist as her hand was slung over your shoulders. You noticed a sudden boost of confidence in her eyes.

“Can I sleep at your place? I don’t want you to have to walk home alone afterwards.” She said. “Since you’re drunk too.. i don’t want anyone takin ‘vantage of you.”

“I only have one bed though.” You didn’t really mind, you were just nervous about things progressing from there. You weren’t ready for that and nor did you want it to be while drunk.

“Its okay I’ll sleep on the floor or something.” She smiled. You obliged eventually.

The door swung open as you now carried her, she had been too drunk to make it up the stairs. Holding her bridal style, you carried her to the bed. She giggle while playing with your hair.

“Its sooo soft.. i can’t believe it! How do you keep it so silky and smooth!” She said.

“Just some good ol oils and brushing.” You laid her down, tucking her in as you collected a few pillows and started to make a makeshift bed on the floor, dragging out your sleeping bag from your job and laying it out. “Alright now get to sleep. I’m sure you’ll be plenty of busy tomorrow-WOAH!” You were yanked into bed by a surprising strength coming from the drunken Nilou. The bed was small so she practically climbed ontop of you, laying her head on your chest as she smiled.

“Night night.” And like that she was out. Your face was all red for sure. But you couldn’t help but enjoy it slightly. You weren’t sure why Nilou was so touchy and affectionate. Love seemed like the obvious but least likely in your mind. Deep down, drunk or not, you found it hard to believe someone could love you. But her hands around you, gradually shifting to spooning, her holding you… you let yourself enjoy it knowing it’d likely be the last time you would feel this way.

That night you slept better than any drunken sleeps before.

The night in the desert felt different now. You were on guard as you watched the horizon and distance carefully. Nothing but foxes looking for lizards too hunt. You remembered suddenly how it felt to be held, to be the little spoon. How it felt to be loved and to love. You doubted she’d ever write back. You doubted you could ever show your face now that the letter was sent. You felt your chest tighten. A undoubtable longing inside for her. Your heart called her name, your exposed and scarred skin longed to be held and touched by her, your ears craved to hear her voice, and your eyes wished to see her smile once more. You were in love, how horrible. The sand felt like shards of metal now, the once familiar terrain seemed so bland and empty. But there was comfort in it, the familiarity of it. You wondered how soon you could return to the Ribat, and if you could catch sight of her once more…

But that letter.. you knew in your heart if you she reciprocated then… then what? Would you give up your life you had lived all these years, that you had been so accustomed to and raised for, all for her? Would it be worth it in the end? Would it be a mistake or the best decision in your life?

#genshin imagines #genshin x y/n #genshin impact #domestic fluff #pinning #slight angst #nilou x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #reader is really starved of love #just like me fr

[criminalmindswhore]

Praying

This is definitely going to give off 2014 Wattpad vibes but sue me I guess.

Basically, Emily finds out you can sing during a random karaoke night with the team.

After the case you just had, hearing Morgan say, "Drinks when we land?" was music to your ears. You needed a whiskey as soon as possible to wash down the bad taste in your mouth. This case was full of bad fathers who spent years ignoring their mistakes. It made you sick and felt too close to home. Your own dad treated you awful your entire life just to act like nothing ever happened when you were an adult.

As soon as the plane landed you were en route to the bar, Rossi and Hotch being the designated drivers. In your work clothes still, you all filled into a booth at the bar closest to the BAU. Your blazer is long discarded into your go bag, sleeves rolled up on your button-up. Emily could sense your anger from a mile away, holding your hand under the table to let you know she knew. Emily knew about your relationship with your parents and from the second the case was presented it would mess with your head.

Penelope slid into the booth beside you as she met you guys there, "Guys, it's karaoke night!" She beamed with excitement as she filled out the slip to get in line. "Hey, Pen hand me one." You smiled at the blonde as her mouth hung open, "Y/n! You've never sung in front of us before!" She handed you a slip and a pink pen from her purse. Emily looked at you confused. You jotted your name down and song choice, "I can take both of ours up there Penny."

As Penny finished absolutely rocking a Brittany song, you heard your name be called to sing. A knot formed in your stomach knowing the reaction that was to come from your performance but, singing always helped you cope so it was worth it, you hoped. Praying by Kesha started playing and the entire team immediately turned towards you. Penny smiling so big at you, phone out to record, Morgan staring at you with concern, and Emily. Your sweet Emily had moved to sit directly in front of the stage. She smiled at you sweetly as you started.

Well, you almost had me fooled Told me that I was nothing without you Oh, but after everything you've done I can thank you for how strong I have become

Tears welled in your eyes as your anger brew. Everyone in the bar was gone in your mind and, all that you saw was your dad. Screaming at you the day of your graduation, "You are never going to amount to anything."

'Cause you brought the flames and you put me through hell I had to learn how to fight for myself And we both know all the truth I could tell I'll just say this is "I wish you farewell"

JJ's mouth was wide open in awe. She knew you had theatre background but your voice was unexpected. Garcia reached over and grabbed Morgans's hand knowing the words were hitting him too.

I hope you're somewhere prayin', prayin' I hope your soul is changin', changin' I hope you find your peace Falling on your knees, prayin'

At this point hot, angry tears were rolling down your cheeks, Emily's too. Emily with childhood trauma of her own, knew that yours was totally different and could not imagine treating a kid that way.

I'm proud of who I am No more monsters, I can breathe again And you said that I was done Well, you were wrong and now the best is yet to come 'Cause I can make it on my own, oh And I don't need you, I found a strength I've never known I'll bring thunder, I'll bring rain, oh When I'm finished, they won't even know your name

Your anger was peaking as you hit the note at the end of the bridge, not caring about the accuracy of the notes. It was never to sound good, or have a healthy belt but to get some sort of release. The voice of your dad ringing in your ears, "Again Y/N, hit the note. Now." The karaoke version skips part of the song sending you into overdrive to prep for the whistle note.

Ah sometimes, I pray for you at night, oh Someday, maybe you'll see the light Whoa oh, some say, in life, you're gonna get what you give

You felt your hands shaking with anger as you grabbed the mic, pulling it off the stand and taking in a deep breath. You wanted to hit this note so loud he could hear it back home. Remembering how he never saw any of your shows, it took you over the edge.

But some things only God can forgive

You hit the note perfectly, holding it as long as your lungs would allow you. A deep burning in your chest cut you off and you finally opened your eyes, making eye contact with Spencer from across the bar. His eyes were full of tears. The show of emotion from the regularly held-together genius made you cry harder,

Yeah! (I hope you're somewhere prayin', prayin') I hope your soul is changin', changin' I hope you find your peace Falling on your knees, prayin'

The last line came out as a whisper and you put the mic back in the stand. Stepping off the stage, Emily wrapped her arms around you. She pulled your face into her chest to shield you from the crowd as you cried. People cheered, clapped, and some even awed. You let it all out on her chest, your shaky arms barely holding her back. Emily rubbed your head and whispered sweet nothings into your ear, "Let it all our sweet girl." After you finished crying, she wiped the tears off your face, blowing slightly to help your face dry. "You ready to go sit down and drink your whiskey?" You nodded and smiled at her, grateful for the woman you got.

Garcia was fast to stand up and engulf you in a hug, her phone still recording on the table, "Pen! You filmed me?" She smiled and wiped a tear away, "Well I tried but I got too emotional." Derek had a smug look on his face. You slid back into the booth now sandwiched between him and Emily. You took a swig from your glass letting the burning cold liquid soothe your now, sore throat. "What Morgan?" He chuckled and held his beer up to you, "I knew you had a secret talent Y/N, you were too boring." You scoffed at him as everyone laughed. Emily grabbed your hand and kissed the back of it, "Seriously honey, you have a wonderful voice." You smiled at her, nothing but love in your gaze.

Hotch finally spoke up, "We love you YN, you know that right?" He had a slight smile toying on his lips. You looked at him, "I do. You and Rossi have become the parts of a father I never got and I cannot thank you for it enough." He finally smiled fully and Rossi patted your back. Penelope finally broke the serious undertones of the conversation, "So Y/N I want to hear all about your past roles, right now." Side conversations started as you told Pen about every role, every show, and every mishap of rehearsals. Emily just stared at you, so glad you finally were sharing this side of you, even if it wasn't intentional.

#emily prentiss fanfic #criminal minds #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss #criminalmindsxreader #derek morgan #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #jennifer jareau

[belphegorspillow]

Soul Bound [Obey Me! x GN!MC] [Soulmate AU]

Soul Bound [Obey Me x GN!Mc] [Soulmate AU]

Chapter 1: One Hell of a Soul Previous   Next Masterlist Story Masterlist ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Previously Mc would find themselves with multiple soulmate marking scattered all over their body before ending up in the devildom where they find out some of the people in front of them is their soulmate... Mc stared at the male in front of them, who smiled happily in their direction. “Welcome to the Devildom MC...” Mc could feel a burning feeling on their upper back causing them to try and touch it.” Oh, pardon me...Feeling a bit shocked? Well, that’s understandable. You’ve only just arrived after all. As a human it will take a little while to adjust.” Mc opened their mouth to respond, but before they continued, they closed it and stayed silent.

“I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Diavolo.” He introduced himself to MC. “I am the ruler of all demons and all here is knowing of me. And someday I will be crowned king of Devildom.” Devildom? King? What is this place? Mc would question to themself silently as they touched their back. They didn’t feel any pain pressing on the burning feeling... suddenly it clicked. This was a new soulmate mark... One that this supposed future king gave them. “MC.” Mc looked up to be faced with another male. Black hair framed his face, piercing red eyes stare down at them. Mc nods their head, still not respond to any of them. He let out a sigh - taking it as if they still are scared of them all.

“I will explain everything to you.” He soon got interupted by a red head. “Mc, this is Lucifer, he is a demon and the Avatar of Pride.” Mc’s eyes moved to stare at the blue string connecting Mc to the hand of the black hair male. “Is there something wrong with my hand?” Lucifer spoke again, snapping Mc out of their trance, causing them to shake their head.

“Is something wrong Mc?” Diavolo questioned to them, who moved their hands up to their throat, making a cross symbol across their throat as to tell them they can’t speak. “Can’t speak?” Diavolo tried to think back to when him and Lucifer looked at the files, not remembering anything about Mc not being able to speak. “Well, my butler is very skilled at sign language, sadly he isn’t here currently. If you are alright with communicating to us with mouthing out words?” Mc just nodded.

If the burning feeling was a soulmate tattoo, then if MC spoke to Diavolo, he would also get a burning feeling on what they said to him. So, it’s best to avoid speaking, though now they would need to learn sign language to keep up this act...

As Lucifer continued to explain, and how the students want to eat their soul and how his younger brother was going to take care of them. Mc got handed a D.D.D, to call Mammon over - or well text him. MC Hello? Are you Mammon? Mammon Who do ya think ya are talking to the great Mammon! MC I’m the new human exchange student. You are meant to be looking after me. Mammon Ah Good luck with that MC Lucifer told me that. He says its an order Mammon You think that name is gonna scare me! Ya can’t just be throwing it around thinking like that. Soon the phone was taken out of your hand, Lucifer clicked a button and a few rings went before he spoke. “You have 10 seconds....9.” The phone was soon hung up before being placed back into MC’s palm. “That was interesting wasn’t it.” Lucifer hummed a bit. “Well we still need to introduce our new friend to the rest of your brothers. And its probably better if you do it instead of me.” Lucifer sighed at hearing the mention of his brothers. “Yes... As much as I dread the idea of doing so, you’re right.” “Oh come now. You should really be honored that you det to introduce such a sweet and charming little brother like me.” One of the people spoke. He sat underneath the scorpion banner and smiled. Light purple marks could barely be seen underneath the collar of the shirt, causing MC to pull up theirs.

“This one here is Asmodeus. He’s the fifth eldest.” Lucifer explained. “He is the avatar of Lust.” Asmodeus looked over at his brother, clearly offended by how he introduced him. “Atleast you weren’t ignored all together.” The male on Asmodeus’s right, spoke.

“That one there is Satan, the fourth eldest, at first glance he may seem like a responsible demon with a good head on his shoulders, but looks can be deceiving.” “Ahh, so I’m that one, am I? Nice to meet you MC. I am Satan, the Avatar of Wrath.” “Lust? Wrath?” Mc mouthed out towards them, which Diavolo spoke for them to hear. “It sums up what we are about! Especially my power. Let’s give a little demonstration! Mc, look into my eyes for a moment. It’s okay~ I won’t hurt you.” Mc shook their head, and stepped away. “What you don’t want to try?” He huffed a bit. “You’re no fun at all.”

“I should probably warn you, MC, You’d best be wary of Asmodeus’s gaze. He can charm and manipulate people and use them to his own advantage.” Mc is pretty glad to not have looked into his eyes.

“Are you done.” Lucifer sighed and shook his head. “The one that has a very grumpy look is Beelzebub, the sixth eldest.” The orange hair male looked over and grumbled. “Lucifer, I’m hungry.”

“Too bad, now behave yourself.” Beel looked over at MC. “I’m Beelzebub, the Avatar of Gluttony.” Lucifer looked back over at MC. “There are seven of us brothers in total, I am the eldest. Mammon the second eldest will be here soon.” Lucifer glanced over at two chairs that had no one in. “My other brothers aren’t here at the moment, but we can get to them later...All in good time..”

As Diavolo butted in to add on, how MC would have to do tasks, live with the brothers in the house of Lamentation. The door soon busted open to reveal a male with white hair. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 2: Yellow Scribbles [4.2.2023]

#obey me #mc #x reader #obey me x reader #satan #lucifer #beelzebub #mammon #ovey me x mc #obey me x y/n #om asmodeus #om lucifer #om satan #om leviathan #my writing #reader #om #om! #obey me shall we date #obey me x mc #obey me x you #Soul Bound

[astrronomemes]

ALADDIN STARTERS

a collection of quotes, phrases, and sayings from the 1992 Disney film Aladdin. change & alter as needed.

“I had to slit a few throats, but I got it.”

“Jeez, where’d you dig this bozo up?”

“You think that was easy?”

“Getting in trouble a little early today, aren’t we, [name]?”

“You’re only in trouble if you get caught!”

“If I were as rich as you, I could afford some manners.”

“Someday, [name], things are gonna change.”

“Do you trust me?”

“You’ve heard of the golden rule, haven’t you? Whoever has the gold makes the rules.”

“I love the way your foul little mind works.”

“[Name], wake up and smell the hummus.”

“But you’re so old!”

“Oh, button up, [name]. Learn to have a little fun!”

“I am not a prize to be won!”

“All joking aside, you really ought to be yourself.”

“Go jump off a balcony!”

“You don’t want to go for a ride, do you?”

“Why did you lie to me? Did you think I was stupid? That I wouldn’t figure it out?”

“For the first time in my life, things are starting to go right.”

“I’m getting kind of fond of you, kid.”

“We’re dead! Just dig a grave for both of us! We’re dead!”

“The only reason anyone thinks I’m worth anything is because of you!”

“You’ve lied to everyone else. I was beginning to feel left out.”

“Now, where were we? Ah, yes — abject humiliation.”

“I’m sorry, [name]. I made a mess of everything.”

“It pains me to see you reduced to this, [name].”

“I’ll teach you some respect!”

“How many times do I have to kill you, boy?”

“Face it, [name]. You’re still just second-best.”

“I’ve got to stop pretending to be something I’m not.”

“Well, I can’t do any more damage around this popsicle stand.”

#rp meme #roleplay meme #dialogue prompts #roleplay starters #rp starters #sentence memes #sentence starters #dialogue starters

[luvpoem]

𓏲 🌸 :        ⌗ THE        SWAN        PRINCESS        (     1994      ), a compilation of dialogue prompts taken from brian nissen’s swan princess, inspired by tchaikovsky’s swan lake. blank spaces are left for pronouns or names to be filled in.

“ i’m not finished with you yet. ” “ someday, i’ll get my power back. ” “ everything you own, everything you love, will all be mine. ” “ dear ___, as lovely as ever. ” “ i can’t believe i’m stuck with ___ all summer. ” “ ___ looks conceited. ” “ what a total bummer. ” “ . . . how i’d like to run . . . ” “ this is not my idea of fun. ” “ i think we’ve got a deal. ” “ ___’s quite a catch. ” “ we can’t keep ___ waiting. ” “ and, ___, i get seasick. ” “ is the the respect you’re showing? ” “ i swear i’m gonna be sick. ” “ we tried all summer, but we just can’t lose ___. ” “ quick, put on some speed. ” “ you’d think ___’d take a hint and learn to read. ” “ this really isn’t fair. ” “ we really couldn’t care. ” “ ___’s always flirting with the castle guards. ” “ i think you really sort of like ___. fess up. ” “ every time ___’s won. ” “ this is my idea of fun. ” “ i could do much better i am sure. ” “ ___’s so immature. ” “ ___ started out as such an ugly duckling, and somehow became a swan. ” “ it is you i’ve been dreaming of. ” “ arrange the marriage! ” “ what? you’re all i ever wanted. ” “ you’re beautiful. ” “ thank you. but what else? ” “ is beauty all that matters to you? ” “ what else is there? ” “ we tried, ___. no one can say we didn’t try. ” “ say goodbye, ___. ” “ all of these years of planning, wasted! ” “ it was dumb. i know. ” “ you should write a book. how to offend ___ in 5 syllables or less. ” “ i didn’t know what else to say. ” “ you lost your queen, ___. that’s twice in one day. ” “ how about . . . and then . . . i mean, right? ” “ ah, i don’t know how to say it. ” “ i’ll prove it to ___. i'll prove my love. ” “ checkmate! ” “ today’s the day, ___. ” “ i-i just don’t understand. ” “ what else did you want ___ to say? ” “ stay inside, ___. ” “ we were attacked. ” “ ___! wait! ” “ who did this? ” “ listen to me, ___. it’s not what it seems. ” “ where is ___? ” “ now, don’t let my little spell make you sad. ” “ once you steal something, you spend your whole life fighting to keep it. ” “ as soon as moonlight leaves the lake, you'll turn back into a swan. ”

#sentence starters #rp meme #ask prompts #ask meme #rp prompt #roleplay meme #rp starter #roleplay prompt #new editor doesn't let me do more than this ... #part two dropping soon.

[pistachiozombie]

Hi hiiii Just wanted to hop on to say your art is absolutely gorgeous, and your animations give me motivation to start learning animations (ive been putting it off for so longgg). Like thye are literally so cute and smooth and <333 Your oc's are so so so CUTEE and i checked out your comic!! I lOVE how you draw Bilbo (i may be a bit biased, he is my favourite-est boi ever) and honestly, everyone. I forgot the elf dude's name (im so sorry i have trash memory, i forget my own oc's names AH) but his design is awesome!! LOVE how you do lineart and shading btw, it is so nice to look at! I mean, all of your art is really nice to look at, i just wanna gobble it up.

Do you think you'd be down to draw some more Bagginshield someday? If not, I will still gobble up your art, Leanna and Bofur are so adorablee. I used to not be into oc's as much but your art got me into Oc's a lot ngl!

Sooo hmmm that's all :D Love your art, hope you have a good day :D

Oh my goodness hello! Thank you so much for such a thoughtful and kind message! Waking up to this definitely helped me get started with my day a little faster. ♥ I wish you luck on your animation endeavors! It's intimidating and redundant at first, but once you get your own flow going, it comes to you naturally. I highly recommend "Animators Survival Kit". Have you seen Who Framed Roger Rabbit? A classic, but same animator shows you how it's done in that book. Very good resource for 2D animators. Growing up with Disney and Don Bluth, I ended up fawning over strictly 2D animation and not tweened, puppeted or rigged. Equal work goes into all forms of art, but unfortunately, I haven't been able to enjoy that style as much as I want to. It just isn't for me. But that doesn't mean it won't click with you! Try all sorts of different ways of animation and see what you like most. Try not to get frustrated when it doesn't come out looking like [*insert any Spirited Away scene*] at first. As for the comic, thank you! I can't wait to post more pages and show you Sven's history of pain and suffering :D Partially kidding, but there is a lot to come so I hope you are looking forward to that as well! Maybe one day it will get popular enough to release plushies omg

I'm always down to draw Bagginshield, but don't get requests often to do so, and a lot of you out there have already done some wonderful art of them that I would have a hard time thinking of a pose that hasn't already been done lol! It also explains why I am in sort of a uninspired Bofur x Leanna hibernation ;-;

Cheers to you♥

#ask #animation #secrets in the shadows #bagginshield

[yourbelgianthings]

taz november celebration fic 1: card prompt vampire

i was pretty loose with the prompt as you’ll see, although vampire fish (also known as lamprey eels) are a real thing, this is a devo fic, 1k words, tw blood and general guidance being guidance @taznovembercelebration

Four year old Devo was having a very hard time sitting still. Sunday services had just ended, and he wanted to go play with all the other children in the parish courtyard. Of course, he was never permitted to do that, though. Guidance had acquiesced slightly and allowed them to sit on a bench outside rather than inside to have their discussion, and that was as good as it was going to get. She placed her hand on his shoulder and said,

"Devotion, look at me." Her voice was stern but not harsh. "You need to pay attention in services and when we talk. You're going to have a very important job someday and everything you do now is helping you get ready for that."He crossed his arms and pouted, an appropriate reaction for any other four year old, but unfortunately not the one who would be replacing the Hand of Guidance. "Why can't I have time to play too?"

Guidance sighed, getting frustrated now. "That's just not part of your training, okay? You're different from all the other kids. It's about time you got your head around the fact that you need to do what I say without asking questions and that I only have your best interests at heart. No more talking back. Now, where were we? Ah yes, tell me something you learned from this morning."Having been scolded so thoroughly, Devo only wanted to cry, but he took a deep breath and managed to remember that they had sung one of his favorite hymns earlier. Just as he was about to answer the question, a horrible pain exploded in his right arm, and he screamed. Devo didn't even notice yet, but Guidance saw that there was a deep bite in his arm that was bleeding profusely, and she jumped up to carry him inside. She noticed an eel slithering away, and cursed silently. They ran inside, immediately drawing the attention of Adelaide, the secretary, since Devo was still screaming and sobbing. As she ran over towards them, Guidance shouted, "Go find Orlean NOW and send him to the infirmary, I don't care what he's working on, he needs to drop it and help me!" Adelaide nodded in stunned silence and rushed off to obey her instructions. In the small infirmary at the back of the parish, Guidance set Devo down on one of the cots, where he immediately curled up into a ball. She rubbed his back and whispered, "It's going to be okay, Devotion. I just need you to sit up and let me see your arm, okay? Be brave for a little bit and then you can rest while Benefactor Orlean and I figure out what happened." Devo did not like Benefactor Orlean, but the mention of his name barely even registered right now while he was so overwhelmed with pain, extending his arm to Guidance so she could wash it, stop the bleeding and bandage it. He laid back down, cuddling the extra pillow Guidance gave him (he had no stuffed animals or toys) and passed out almost immediately. There was a light knock on the door, and Benefactor Orlean finally entered, looking very annoyed.

"This better be good, Guidance," he snapped. "I already have to waste enough of my time on Devotion with tutoring."Her face darkened. "Watch it, Orlean. I give you a lot of autonomy, and you do valuable work for the parish, but Devotion is our future, and everyone will be a part of ensuring his success, no matter how they feel about it. The problem at hand is that he could possibly die if we don't come up with a cure for a vampire fish bite. Not that you asked."

Orlean looked surprised. "Wow, okay. That's actually bad. Are you thinking a spell or a potion?" They headed off down the hall towards his office. In their worry about preserving the future of the Hand of Devotion, it hadn't crossed either of their minds that they had just left the current child in their care alone. So, little Devo did, in fact, wake up alone in a dark room, confused and still in pain. He didn't know what to do, but he he definitely didn't want to try and get up and go somewhere else, even though his own bed would be more comfortable than the cot. After a moment's thought, he sat up, still hugging the pillow, and started singing the hymn from this morning to himself. It was one of his favorites, it was about serving others. From his perspective, it didn't seem like his teachers at the parish actually did anything like that very often, but the lyrics and melody of the song were comforting to him, he often sung or hummed it to himself when he was upset. Eventually Guidance and Orlean returned with a weird purple liquid for him to drink, it tasted sour and fizzed in his mouth, but it worked and he didn't get sick at all. The bite itself slowly healed, scabbing over, then scarring and fading a bit over time. Devo was often told to be grateful and thank Benevolence for his healing, which he did, of course, but as he got older, he realized the ones who had really saved his life that day were Guidance and Orlean, which was honestly worse. He figured it was the least they could do against all the other bad things, though, and he didn't feel indebted to them by any means. When Devo finally left the parish, and got to figure out his own sense of style, he of course bought a very fashionable long jacket, which meant he didn't see the scar often, and he honestly preferred it that way. Whenever he did see it, he pictured four year old Devo in his mind, sitting in the dark infirmary, and gave him a hug. In some ways, he was still just as lonely, but he was much more powerful now. Hell, he had survived the vampire fish bite as a little kid with barely any control over his magic. He'd come a long way from there, and the world better look out for Devo La Main now.

#message from mirph #the adventure zone #taz november celebration #taz fanfic #fanfic #taz ethersea #devo la main #travis mcelroy #hand of guidance #benefactor orlean

[our-flannel-life]

The beautiful @babygirlsblogxo recommended this wonderful song: Praying, by Kesha.

This is why she chose this song:

"It's about learning to be proud of the person you are even during low moments when you feel alone. It's also about hoping everyone, even someone who hurt you, can heal.

It’s also about When you rise again after a tough time and get up with your chin held high again and not letting it get down again. Makes you see the light".

I thought

This song was so powerful, emotional, and very beautiful. Many of us struggle with and through life for various reasons. Just as @babygirlsblogxo said, it's about being proud of you, especially during the lows. Always keep fighting.

Another add to my playlist.

Here are the lyrics:

Well, you almost had me fooled

Told me that I was nothing without you

Oh, but after everything you've done

I can thank you for how strong I have become

'Cause you brought the flames and you put me through hell

I had to learn how to fight for myself

And we both know all the truth I could tell

I'll just say this is "I wish you farewell"

I hope you're somewhere prayin', prayin'

I hope your soul is changin', changin'

I hope you find your peace

Falling on your knees, prayin'

I'm proud of who I am

No more monsters, I can breathe again

And you said that I was done

Well, you were wrong and now the best is yet to come

'Cause I can make it on my own, oh

And I don't need you, I found a strength I've never known

I'll bring thunder, I'll bring rain, oh

When I'm finished, they won't even know your name

You brought the flames and you put me through hell

I had to learn how to fight for myself

And we both know all the truth I could tell

I'll just say this is "I wish you farewell"

I hope you're somewhere prayin', prayin'

I hope your soul is changin', changin'

I hope you find your peace

Falling on your knees, prayin'

Ah sometimes, I pray for you at night, oh

Someday, maybe you'll see the light

Whoa oh, some say, in life, you're gonna get what you give

But some things only God can forgive

Yeah! (I hope you're somewhere prayin', prayin')

I hope your soul is changin', changin'

I hope you find your peace

Falling on your knees, prayin'

#musica #music video #new music #music #kesha #praying #ask me stuff #ask me questions #ask me things #ask me anything #ask #answered ask #answered #Youtube #for you

[the-sky-queen]

I thought I'd post the one scene I have that has Blake in it. :)

Quick context first: This is from my series of fanfics that features Nexus' story. (I haven't posted it yet, because it needs rewriting, but I hope to post it someday.) So this scene isn't from Blake's POV, it's from Shade's. And Shade is coming in right smack dab in the middle of a conflict he has no context for and is very confused. So yeah. Enjoy!

(Ignore any clunkiness please. I wrote this over a year ago. Oh yeah, and by the way, Blake lives in a universe where Shadow runs a big hero agency. Sonic is a part of it and he's a rookie.)

As I’m passing by a jewelry store, it suddenly explodes. I’m thrown onto the street roughly and flaming debris rains down around me.

In a panic, I run a diagnostics check. No major external damage. I’m a little singed, but my built-in shields protected me from the worst of the potential damage. All my internal computers and motors seem to be functioning properly as well.

I hear a low, sinister laughing coming from the flaming shop. I look up.

A red porcupine with flaming spines comes walking out of the fire. He holds a green jewel up to the air with his robotic left arm. He’s got a dangerous look in his yellow eyes.

“Ah,” he sighs. “Yes . . . A Chaos Emerald in my possession at last. And the so called heroes are none the wiser!” He laughs again.

He hasn’t noticed me yet? I scramble away and hide next to a lamp post. I get out of there just in time too. There’s a flash of green, and suddenly, someone’s standing in front of the porcupine!

Wait . . . is that him?!

“Cockiness has caused your downfall many times, Blake,” the black hedgehog says, arms folded. “You really should learn from your mistakes.”

Blake snickers. “So you did notice me, huh Shadow?”

“We’ve been monitoring this place ever since we hid that Chaos Emerald here,” Shadow retorts. “We ‘noticed’ you the moment you entered town.”

“In any case, you’re not the hero I hoped to attract,” Blake shrugs. His voice suddenly changes from arrogant to threatening. “Where’s Sonic?”

Sonic? Isn’t that what everyone was calling Nexus back at the cafe? Wait . . . I’ve heard that name somewhere before. But where?

“Right here, Cactus Breath!” A glowing blue ball of spikes comes streaking towards Blake, hitting him and knocking him to the ground. The force seems to knock the porcupine out. “You’ve seriously gotta work on your defense, dude.”

The ball uncurls, revealing . . . what?! This guy . . . Sonic . . . he looks exactly like Nexus!

Shadow walks over to him. “Glad you got here in time. Good work, agent.”

Sonic laughs. “I’m the fastest thing alive! Of course I got here in-! Uh, I mean, thank you, sir!” He salutes with almost giddy excitement.

Shadow nods and looks at Blake. “Don’t know how he managed to escape again. Let’s get him into custody before the town starts making a fuss. And call Blaze so she can put out this fire before it spreads too much. I’ll get the emerald.”

“Yes, sir,” Sonic nods.

I’m so confused. What’s going on? I need to go tell Aurora and Nexus about this. I need to get out of here!

I’ve barely taken one step before there’s another explosion. I whirl around. Blake is floating in the air in a pillar of wild fire. Sonic and Shadow are staring up at him, prepared to fight.

“You didn’t let me finish! How rude!” Blake says. “I have a score to settle with you, Sonic. Your sweet little hometown will be the first to pay!”

“You jerk!” Sonic yells. “Leave them out of this!”

Blake raises the Chaos Emerald to the sky and begins to quote something. “ ‘He shall come with death. He shall rain fire from the sky. For only when all is ashes can the world be rebuilt anew!’ So it shall be, Sonic! Once you’re out of my way, I’ll rule the world!”

By now, people have started coming out of their houses to see what’s going on. They talk in amazed murmurs. Why don’t they seem concerned about Blake?

“In your dreams, Sparky!” Sonic yells. All at once, Blake and Sonic start fighting in a blur of red and blue and flames and speed.

Shadow runs over to the gathering crowd. “Start evacuating the town. This might get out of hand.”

I pull on the hood of my hoodie to hide my face. I don’t want Shadow to see who I am if he looks my way. That might cause some problems.

I know I should really go, but seeing Shadow for the first time is kinda amazing! He’s keeping everyone calm and he seems to be a great leader. It’s no wonder that-

“You should leave too, boy,” Shadow says, noticing me. I jump slightly in surprise. “It’s not safe here. Go find your family and get out of town.”

“O-Okay!” I nod. I get up and follow the crowd as they start emptying out of the town.

I glance back one more time and see Shadow join the fight as Blake pins Sonic to a wall by the neck. I grimace. I hope they’ll be okay.

#Sonic calling Blake 'Cactus Breath' continues to be my favorite insult I've ever written #Also Shadow is Sonic's hero in this universe and he still can't believe he gets to work with him #But yeah there you go! My one Blake scene #the funny thing is that this scene comes out of nowhere in the fic XD #Blake just shows up to cause trouble and Shadow has to evacuate the town #And he never shows up again XD #feel free to ask about this scene if you're curious btw :D #Sonic the Hedgehog #Sonic AU #Sonic #Shadow the Hedgehog #Sonic OCs #Shade the Shadow Android #Blake the Pyromaniac Porcupine #writing

[tamagosandesu]

SSMonth 2022

Title: just this once Prompt: let me take care of you Summary: Sakura almost cries at the tenderness of it all. Sasuke isn’t a man of words, and prefers his action to speak above all else. But when he looks at her like this, and says those words she never expected to hear from him, there’s nothing more that she wants than to hug this man and engulf him in all of her love.  Author’s Notes: So…I was gone for a day, I know. And because of that, I skipped two prompts INTENTIONALLY because I’m a lazy ass and had no motivation yesterday. I skipped the day 12 (honeymoon: you are my spring) and day 13 (Akatsuki partners) because I have no idea how to do them.

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Sasuke didn’t really understand the prospect of marriage right away.

All he knew was that he was ready to spend his life with the only woman he’s learned to fall in love with—Sakura. It was a union, he knows that. It is matrimony, and it is of two people being united as one. Symbolically, those are the prospects of marriage.

But within the marriage itself, he didn’t know what to expect exactly. The art of loving your wife was easy, and enough of a force to marry her. And yet, when you finally tied the union, it’s not something you could grasp entirely overnight.

Their first few weeks, to months of marriage was all about learning each other. They both realized that marriage wasn’t just about loving one another under the same roof as husband and wife, or sharing the same last name as proof of matrimony, or was it just establishing a new life with each other and starting over again in a different perspective. 

It was also about sacrifices, about compromising, and about learning to give and take. Sasuke and Sakura’s relationship didn’t really start as normal. Their past wasn’t like other’s. They’ve been through tears, hurt, mistakes, and even being enemies once. When they were adults, finally finding themselves and starting to develop a relationship with each other, it wasn’t easy, of course.

Past happenings aren’t easily forgotten, nor are the wounds of loss. The war changed everyone. They weren’t an exception too. It was quite the main reason that they weren’t too open with each other at first. As much as Sasuke sought atonement and he thought he’s changed, there was still uncertainty on how to act with each other after everything that transpired between them.

Though now that they are married, those things seem to come back. Living under the same roof was a new thing for them, so were the new quirks of each other.

The give and take role has been the most evident to be done in their marriage. It’s compromising for each other, and it’s sacrificing for one another. 

But somehow, Sasuke noticed that Sakura was giving way too much than him. It’s not that he’s taking her for granted, it’s just he can’t be there with her all the time. Every time he was home, she would go all out to tend to him, while he’s never done anything special for her for ages.

He’s resolved to make it equal someday. Someday.

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Sakura was sick once.

Sasuke came home expecting his dear wife to greet him at the front door, but she wasn’t there. It wasn’t completely alarming, but he found it odd still. 

He later found her lying on one of the couches, her cheeks looking terribly flushed and her forehead sweating profusely. She woke up not long after then explained the situation—she was severely ill from fatigue and overexertion. The reason she couldn’t heal herself was because she was on overtime, and her chakra was depleted when she arrived home. Sarada was on a mission and she was weak enough to call for help.

“Ah, welcome home darling,” she greeted groggily, a weak smile on her lips as the effects of her illness were evident. Sakura tried to stand, groaning as she pushed herself up the sofa.

“What are you doing?” he quickly stopped her, eyebrows furrowed in disagreement and instead, Sasuke made her lay on the couch once again.

“I’m just going to make you something to eat,” she said with a smile and a sigh, as if her dear husband is ridiculous. 

“Sakura, you’re sick.”

“Yeah,” she shrugs. “But I’m just sick. Sore throat, clogged nose, slight headache, that’s all,” she says with a roll of her eyes, “I can still cook. I’m not disabled.”

“No. Stay there, I’ll cook.”

“Sasuke-kun, you just got home after months,” she tries to get up again. “I’ll do it, it's fine.”

“No. It’s not fine,” he pushes her back to the couch.

“Sasuke-kun,” she whines, “let me.”

Sasuke knows that whenever Sakura has something set on her mind, she rarely backs down from it. Now that she’s whining, becoming incredibly and stubbornly persistent, he knows he’s up for a rough persuasion.

“No,” he says in low tone.

“Why?”

“Because you’re sick.”

“But I can still cook.”

“Then have your fever worsen?”

“No! It’ll take only a few minutes!”

“Nope. And that’s final,” his tone is firm as he says this, leaving no room for argument.

“And since when could you command me now?”

“Since I found you weak and ill on this couch.”

“Yeah?” her tone changed into a challenging one. “Well I’m a doctor and I know more than you do.”

“You’re a doctor and you can’t even obey simple common sense.”

“Sasuke,” she warns without that affectionate ‘kun’ in the end. Sasuke had been with Sakura long enough to know that whenever his wife calls him only by first name without the familiar suffix, it means he’s in trouble.

But right now, here in their house where she is lying down and obviously ill, he won’t back down.

“No. You’ll stay here, and I'll make you something.”

“No! I’ll do it,” she tries to get up again, this time faster. The sudden movement caused her to hiss in pain and clutch her hand into her head. It seems her head suddenly spun when she sat up abruptly, causing the throbbing to increase.

Sasuke immediately went to her side and held her head. Waves of concern washed over him as his wife hisses from the discomfort. 

“It’s nothing,” Sakura assures, but Sasuke isn’t buying it. 

“Sakura, just this once, listen to me,” he looked at her with eyes full of concern, eyes that sought to persuade, eyes full of tender care, and eyes full of love. 

Sakura complies as she feels genuine concern coming from her husband.

“Just this once, listen to me.”

He tells her once again with a voice so weak as if he’s afraid he’ll lose her.

“Just this once, let me take care of you,” he whispers, voice almost lost as he looks at her in the eye to convey everything he can’t say with words.

Sakura almost cries at the tenderness of it all. Sasuke isn’t a man of words, and prefers his action to speak above all else. But when he looks at her like this, and says those words she never expected to hear from him, there’s nothing more that she wants than to hug this man and engulf him in all of her love. 

“Okay,” she whispers in response, giving up from her stubbornness and smiling instead at him. Her eyes are glassy, watery with unshed tears, and from the words that she wants to convey but doesn’t say out loud.

She does not tell him audibly, but Sasuke understands her silent message behind that beaming smile all the same.

Thank you, Sasuke-kun.

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[itsgoghtime]

15 questions, 15 mutuals

I have been tagged several times haha - but the ones I remember currently are @mvshortcut and @myfairkatiecat

Are you named after anyone?: yes indeed I am - my great great grandmother - spunky lady, I can only aspire to be as amazing as she was

When was the last time you cried: last night, almost once this afternoon lol

Do you have any kids?: nope - I’d like to find myself a man to settle down with before I think about that haha - but someday, I’d like to have kids

Do you use sarcasm a lot?: yes…? although, I am not typically one for sarcasm, the closer we get, the more likely I am to use it - I feel safer using sarcasm with people I’m close to - I’m way too afraid to use it with strangers in fear that I’ll unintentionally hurt someone’s feelings

What’s the first thing you notice about people: eyes. I think people speak and express so much with their eyes and everyone is so different

What’s your eye color?: I’d like to call my eye color “like the sea after a storm” - they’re blue and they got lil sunflowers around my irises which I think is cool

Scary movies or happy endings?: happy endings. always.

Any special talents?: I’ve played the piano for 17 years - began at 5, cause I could play by ear (and I still can). I don’t like bragging about it and that comes mostly from the fact that I’m very self critical, but I’m told that I’m really good. I’m really good at backtracking when driving - so if I go somewhere once, I can find my way back the majority of the time. I’m actually also really good with math - did I go into math as a major? no - do I regret it every now and then? yeah, I do.

Where were you born: my hometown in a hospital

What are your hobbies?: Ah well, this list keeps getting more and more extensive - but to name a few, piano, baking (a passion, if we’re being honest), quilting is becoming an occasional hobby cause it’s kinda expensive but a lot of fun, writing every now and then, random crafting, I like being in the mountains, embroidery, etc etc etc at this point haha

Have you got any pets?: I am this 🤏 close to buying a betta fish. other than that, nope

What sports do you play/have you played?: I have always wanted to be a sports person, but I have never really actually been a sports person - I am currently learning to box - that’s kind of a sport, isn’t it?

How tall are you?: 5’2”

Favorite subject in school: in high school, I particularly enjoyed math and history, but in college, I really loved my first semester of culinary school - Cooking 1 was seriously such a good time

Dream job: golly gee I don’t even know anymore - I’ve jumped around a lot, but dream job of dream jobs I would probably have to say something either with fish (so like… marine biology kinda stuff) or I’d love to just be a typical storybook writer, live in a lighthouse, just get to think about stories that aren’t my own all day. that could be fun

Tagging: as far as I’ve seen, everyone’s been tagged HOWEVER - if you haven’t been, this is your invite!

#I quite enjoy doing these #not only getting to answer myself #but I love reading everyone’s responses