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emjiroki · 1 year

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Thinking about Draken giving you backshots in the back seat of your car.

You whine and paw at him after a movie date later at night so the parking lot is almost empty, plus it was too cold for his bike so you had a perfectly nice back seat to ruin. Any other time he probably would have told you no, rolling his eyes and telling you you're crazy (affectionately) but there was something about tonight that was different. Chalk it up to how pretty you look or the moon cycle or whatever but he's shuffling to the backseat to get in between your legs without any argument.

Next thing he knows you're underneath him, his big hands pushing you into a nasty arch with your ass against his pelvis and your hands scrambling to hold onto anything as you cream around his thick cock. Every roll of his hips has you squealing and seeing stars, his heavy groans and slaps to your asscheeks only pushing you further and further over the edge. Maybe you shift your hips a bit too far away when a particularly hard thrust nearly knocks your air out before he forcibly pulls you back to spear you on his length, his flushed chest pressing against your back.

"Nuh-uh princess don't be running from me" He scolds with a nip to your shoulder blade "you wanted this dick so bad, you'll take it. All of it"

#im sweating #i always get the best spur of the moment smuttys for him i swear #i would let this man take me anywhere #ken ryuuguji #ken ryuuguji smut #tokyo revengers smut #late night h*rny thoughts🌙💋#em talks 👄#em writes ✍#tw exhibitionism

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soupmanspeaks · 4 months

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Michael Ao3 author AU walk with me here

"hey guys sorry I havent posted much on the Immortal and the Restless fic, I had to do this one errand my father sent me on, its actually a funny story; my dead sister actually possesed this big robot clown that killed her, and I had to like, put her scattered parts back together again, it was a whole thing, but yeah, her murder AI kind of just took over and she tricked me into being a meat suit, so that kind of sucked, and im actually organless atm, so sorry for slower updates, but it is what it is yk"

And then wayyyy later "heyyyyy what's up superstars, sorry for the long hiatus, my soul got put into a robot bear, but that's all taken care of, so chapter 27 soon :3"

#michael afton #fnaf #michael afton my beautiful pookie #five nights at freddy’s #I have nothing else to add to this au lmao this is a spur of the moment thought i had because it made me laugh in my head lol #uhhhhh idk phhhhhhsss uhhhh cc lizzie and michael bond over IatR and they write fics together yeah that'll do /pos #uhhh they find his fics in their robo ai (man idk 😭) and his banger metaphors and writing is what gets them to stop trying to kill him #glammike #<- for the soul teehee

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the-baby-storyteller · 8 months

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Whumpees in a team being interrogated and tortured one at a time.

They’re each dragged out and after some time, thrown back into their group call, each one looking haggard and beat in a different way. One is thrown back in with cuts all over them, bloody turning into a sea of red. Another comes back with more bruises than clear skin. Yet another comes back barely able to breathe.

And then they take another member, but this time when they come back, they’re not thrown in. They’re walking. They show no sign of physical trauma, the torturers letting them walking back in by themself. But their eyes…

Their eyes are glazed over almost unseeingly. Disbelieving. Nothing seems wrong with them physically, but their face looks as though they saw something earthshaking and they look up at the team with so much blankness that the team instantly knows something is very wrong because why would the kidnappers send them back without anything, they must have done something because Whumpee looks so foreign and terrified and what in the world did they do to them, what did they tell them?

#kidnapping whump #team whump #whump #whump inspiration #scared whumpee #traumatized whumpee #whump prompts #whump ideas #whump scenarios #whump thoughts #more spur of the moment thoughts #the baby storyteller

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fricc-darn · 11 days

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Some doodles based off BEN faces and random body hcs

(I couldn't stop thinking about the fashion ask so had to do a lil somn😌)

NOW FOR THE GOOD STUFF

BEN doesn't have a body under their clothes!

BUT it can generate a body/limbs! The body sizes vary of course.

You ever seen those humanoid robots? Yeah, that's BEN if they had a physical body.

drew it stretching so I have an excuse to show their mid riff

They would never say this, but I needed a way to segway into my next point. When I say there's nothing, I mean there's NOTHING💀

This is quite literally BEN

#spur of the moment thing i wanted to post #the drake image inspired me to share my thoughts LMFAOO #BTW this isnt n/s/f/w 😭#behavioral event network #ben drowned #I just wanted to draw their stomach to be honest🚶‍♀️

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nerosdayinanime · 8 months

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wait. random idea. Pathetic(blame candy) muzan & kokushibo are exes from Centuries ago and he has Complaints hed like to talk about w him but all hes getting to now is Nakime. hes so sick of his bullshit and just enduring it and goes to kagaya like 'i have to kill kibutsuji. ill help you kill him & the other upper moons just PLEASE im so sick of this shit. i need to kill him' 'well you arent killing me so ill give you the benefit of doubt-'

since they broke up he's hacked at the curse to the point he can snap it Whenever without muzan noticing, he finally did so & went to kagaya bc he can Feel shit's gonna pick up soon. he has his memories but he Ignores Them bc hes ashamed and kinda projecting it onto muzan. he has to kill muzan to kill his shame kinda fucked up coping mechanism yk?

the hashira try to kill him On Sight together but he calmly deflects everything while explaining hes working with them to kill kibutsuji. reluctant acceptance with the note from kagaya giving him a pass. most of them fully believe its a trap tho.

koku seeing tanjiro & his earrings and starting to approach, giyuu already has his blade lodged in his neck as a warning/threat & tanjiro staring at him in shock like 'HUH?? THE MAN FROM MY DREAMS?? HES A DEMON NOW? WAIT WHATS HE DOING HERE-'

#allied kokushibo au #he gets to have a conversation w tanjiro (giyuu watching like a fucking hawk) about his brother & sun breathing and all that- nezuko and her #conquering the sun- koku agreeing that of any demon she deserves to have the sun's blessing. not fuckin *muzan*. he'll want his grubby #little hands on her as soon as he finds out. You. practice sun breathing Right Now you have to be Ready for this.#kokushibo #tsugikuni michikatsu #kny spoilers #<probably need to add that since this is like Entirely surrounding the final few arcs #he talks to tomayo&yushiro and shinobu and gets in on their plans. maybe stop shinobu from her suicide attempt & deals with douma himself #leaves more than just tanjiro and giyuu to fight akaza #i dont remember how kaigaku's goes isnt zenitsu the only one? if so he can keep that thats his atonement whatever for jigoro #nakime however is going to have much more of a Time defending against like 4 hashira at once #yadda yadda less casualties happier ending. koku not knowing what the fuck to do now. stop the need to Eat People to live obviously but what #the fuck. he still hates himself. all the tereible shit hes done and for What. does he kill himself? walking into the sun seems like a good #way to go. fitting yk? but if he becomes fully human like nezuko did what the fuck does he Do. just. Live? after all the shit he did? no..#cool at the beginning but the ending has many questions #i do think he'd want to kill himself but i also think he'd be scared to see his brother in the afterlife. in canon it feels like a spur of #the moment Explode Yourself bc the emotions were overwhelming in the moment #or maybe its been way too long since ive read the manga and this shits ALL out of character #whatever it was funnie at first but then i put too much thought into it #def wanna see somethn with him & tanjiro talking about how theyre connected #kny manga spoilers

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mrehkka · 4 months

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I headcanon that Earth's sun is pretty harsh on Irken skin- so zim gets freckled after just a year or two on earth. Then 6-9 years more of the sun and he gets a lot more splotchy (like big freckle patches, Vitiligo-esque), as well as all his skin getting darker (well mostly his upper body, that gets more exposure to the sun). Every 10 years he molts, and a lot of freckles disappear (some are more stubborn) and his skin is bright and fresh again 😌 and the cycle repeats (with more stubborn freckles as the years wear on)

#invader zim #iz zim #my art #irken lore #Irken biology #he'd be susceptible to skin cancer if Irkens had that but I don't think they would #due to the high regeneration abilities they got #this was just a spur of the moment thought I had while doodling #that I liked enough to expand on a bit

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hermitshell · 1 year

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The fae's names for the empires members so far:

Gem: Sweet Creature

Katherine: Warrior Creature

Lizzie: Fluffy Creature

Jimmy: Big-hatted Creature

Shelby: Curious Creature/Dearest Magical Creature friend

Joey: Booty-Snatching Creature

Sausage: Kind Creature

Oli: Musical Creature

Scott: Colorful creature

Joel: Not yet received a letter

Pix: Not yet received a letter

Fwip: Not yet received a letter

False: Not yet received a letter

Will edit and/or add new reblogs when we collect the rest 👀

#empires smp #empires s2 #thought it might be helpful (at least for me) to compile a list of these #I'm not sure if they have any deeper meaning or are more spur of the moment #looking forward to seeing where this plotline is going

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happyk44 · 7 months

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"I'm not leaving you behind! It is my duty," he hissed. "I swore myself-"

"Your swore yourself because you had no choice, Percy." Her eyes were endless dark, devoid of feeling, of life. "You had a price to pay for your mother's life and this was your only offer." Her thin fingers cup his face through the bars. "You didn't choose to be my protector." She gave a weak laugh that made his stomach plummet to the floor. "You're not even my guard yet, not really."

Like a phantom, her touch slid down his cheek. He caught her wrist before her fingertip stopped gracing his skin. He could feel the rounded edge of her fingernail poke against him. Silence held fraught between them.

"Bianca-"

"Percy," she cut in, voice so sharp it cut him to the core. "I want you to survive. You're free. Take advantage of that, and go. Now."

"I can't go back without you," he said, quickly. She didn't fight his hold, but still his grip tightened. As though the harder he held her, the more she would stop protesting her escape. "You are-"

"Dead." Her lips thinned. "I'm dead, Percy. I was dead the moment they got their hands on me and I will be dead before either one of us even makes it beyond these walls, but you-" Her voice cracked, eyes watering.

He shook his head. Blood pounded in his ears. He didn't want to hear what she was going to say, wanted her to stop, wanted it all to stop. Just for a moment.

But it didn't, and neither did she. With a deep breath, she carried on, "You can make it. You can live. But only if you leave without me, so go."

His lungs burned. She inhaled so deeply, spoke so forcefully, and it made him hold the air in his chest until he couldn't take it anymore. If he didn't breathe, maybe she would. But his chest ached. Self-loathing wedged itself like a rock in his throat as he let go. The sound of his own breath was like nail on chalkboard.

"Percy," she whispered. He shook his head and leaned in closer. Although tears hadn't yet fallen, her eyes were still wet. They glistened like the night sky. Her forehead pressed against the bars.

He looked away. The brick wall to his left was growing a fair bit of moss in the corner. "What's our star again?"

She laughed. It was a watery thing that choked him where he stood. Memories of standing the long grass, moonlight shining off the river, while she read her books beside him. Every so often, she'd look up at the night sky and search for the brightest star that month. She'd tell the stories behind the constellations. Or at least the stories from her kingdom. Any time she told a story, a fantastical myth, she'd follow up that her brother knew more - Nico, the quiet prince with a voracious appetite for legends and monsters.

Then, if she could spot the brightest star that month and if she recalled, she'd tell him what it meant for the people born that month. At least, in their hemisphere anyway. The stars were different elsewhere. Sometimes she'd crack open the newspaper, the stark image of her father, and read aloud the horoscopes.

He still remembered the incredulous sound she made when he told her they shared the same birthday. She'd dragged him to the library to refresh her memory on their star. Then argued furiously that he did not share the same traits as her.

It was a silly thing. She didn't believe it. He didn't either. But it was the first time they hadn't played the stiff act of royal princess and her knight-in-training. Not Percy holding his tongue and following strictly one step behind. Not Bianca doing her best to pretend he wasn't her shadow.

Awkward civility and stiffness carried thick between them from the moment Percy had been casted into his role. But that night, with the sound of yelling and laughter still echoing in their ears, they made an agreement. They didn't have to be the best of friends, but they sure could be casual with each other. After all, they were going to be stuck with each other for the rest of their lives.

At least... they were supposed to be.

Slowly each finger detached one by one until all that was left was his palm pressed against her wrist. Then that fell away too. Still he couldn't bare to turn his head and face her.

"Leo," she said. "The lion. Strength, pride, loyalty, confidence."

A stabbed orange toy on new year's day passed through his mind. "Sacrifice."

It was quiet for a beat. Then, "Yes." His heart hammered so fast he could feel it in his throat. "The lion represents sacrifice."

What was he supposed to say? He wanted to run, to turn the lock with the key he stole, take her and run. Run far and fast. But deep inside, he knew she was right. He could get by undetected. No one cared about a child knight, not even yet passed his training. He could blend in and slip out. Even if he got caught, they wouldn't nearly put in as much effort to get him back as they would if she were with him.

She was right.

She was already dead.

He swallowed thickly and met her eyes again. The night sky glistened back at him and he thought of constellations and warm handshakes and kind agreements and silly arguments. Breath caught in his throat. "I'll miss you," he whispered, voice hoarse.

Her lips twitched. "I'll miss you too." She blinked, and one tear slid down her cheek. He tracked the wet trace it left behind until it welled up at the bottom of her chin and dripped to the floor. "Will you do me a favour?"

"You're my princess," he said. "I would do anything for you."

It was a weak smile she gave before she spoke. The sight of it crushed him. "Tell my family I love them." Her breath escaped from her shakily. She pushed back her hair. A classic move to hide the nerves that drove her hands to tremble ever so slightly. "And take care of Nico. Please."

"I will," he promised.

Her smile strengthened ever so slightly. But the tears fell fast now, one right after the other. Her face tilted away at the first streak. He immediately turned his line of sight back to the brick wall. Weakness, sadness, grief - she hated being seen with any of them. He always respected it. Look away until she was done. Don't speak, don't ask her anything, don't help her. Just look away and stay silent unless she calls out.

So, even as his mind's eye was trapped in the wet track of tears on her skin, the hitched sound of her breath holding in a cry, he turned and headed back for the dungeon's door. The doorknob twisted in his hand. The door cracked open.

"Percy."

He held stiff. "Yes?"

"Don't forget the bracelet."

Heat burned at the back of his head. In his pocket, the bracelet felt heavier than the weight of the world. When he had first arrived, she gave it to him. When he refused to take it, insistent that she could deliver it to Nico herself, she shoved it into his pocket herself. Like a ghostly stain, his thigh still tingled with the forceful and firm press of her hand. He was sure it always would.

"I won't."

"Stay safe," she said, a princess in a dungeon ready and waiting to die.

His heart shattered. Still, he kept his head held high. "I will."

Then, without another word, he left the girl he had spent the last three years training to protect. He was meant to die for her. It was the role he had accepted the night he and his friends had stormed the castle and pleaded for help with his dying mother. He didn't argue. He didn't plead. Without hesitation, he swore his life away for hers. Without hesitation, he swore his last breath would be hers.

Yet she was the one embracing the eternal coldness to come. She was the one breathing weakly so he could breathe strong. She was trading away her life for his. She was the lion, giving a mighty roar before the dawn of a new year. She was the sacrifice, held down by chains with a glistening sharp blade raised above her head.

But he wasn't the one lowering it upon her neck. No, he was the cold breath of winter. The first drop of snow. The wilting grass. He was the barren wasteland that drove her out into the open. He was the starving masses desperate to live. He didn't have to drop the blade. He didn't have to use his own hands to spill her blood across the ground. His survival was her end. And that made him her killer anyway.

#bianca di angelo #percy jackson #had this thought that was basically what if percy was bianca's bodyguard and became obsessed with protecting nico after she died #and this this happened #happy talks pjo #my writing #my fanfic #the lion leo constellation thing was spur of the moment so the whole sacrifice concept after was made up as i was going along #but anyway the thing i made up for it in this AU or whatever is that in hades' kingdom the start of the year begins with winter #so in the before times winter would come and the people would struggle but they'd be okay but one day the winter was awful #the food stores were ruined and the winter farms were weakened so people began to go hungry as they rationed the food #but the winter was so bad it also drove out the animals in the forest including a pack of lions which the people killed for meat to survive #so every new year as a tradition a lion is sacrificed as like a promise of survival and prosperity and health and whatever #a real lion is sacrificed publicly by the royal family. other people will sacrifice a placeholder like a lion toy or a painting of a lion #idk what they do with the lion after - maybe the royal family eats it or households do a lottery to get a portion of its meat delivered #could i not have just made up a separate new thing for percy's birthday month? yeah. but that would've required more effort and i'm so tire #fuuuck is it really 10pm? shit i need to eat

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asdcats · 7 months

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Talking to someone from a charity that's supposed to help me find work was so frustrating.

When they asked how many hours I'm looking to work I said at least 20 because I'm practically homeless (I'm living with my nan curently so I'm not completely devoid of shelter, but it's not a long term solution as it takes me away from my mum [my main supportsystem] and my nans way of doing things and my needs often clash). Then they asked if I was on benefits. I told them yes (Universal Credit) and they said "And you're aware if you work full time you may loose your benefits". Like lady 1) I make more working part time on minimum wage than I get from benefits and 2) I just told you I need those hours to be aloud to rent a place because landlords won't accept benefits or zero hour contract wages as income

Then she started rattling of all these jobs that were unsuitable or too open ended for me to even guess what would be required and when I asked for details she just gave me a vague answer. No tell me exactly what it says in the jobs description. Eventually I just started saying yes to everything she suggested just to get it over with since she clearly wasn't listening to me.

Oh and on top of all that this was supposed to be a face to face meeting but because they were sick they decided to make it a phone call instead. So that just made a painful half and hour agonising

#pursonal #we suspect my nan has adhd and she's very spur of the moment whilst i need at lest 12-24hrs warning before any changes #depending on how much efforts involved on my part #also she didn't know i had meltdowns until i moved in with her #she thought my mum was pandering to me #because im not “that autistic”#whatever that means

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the-baby-storyteller · 11 months

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Secretly powerful teammates.

Think someone going to strike at a character and them not having the reflexes quick enough to stop it. Then, out of seemingly nowhere, their teammate known to be weak (maybe the only one who stays out of the action) not only protects them, but lunges at the attacker with a cold look on their face the team has never seen before. Them winning, to the surprise of the team, but getting slightly hurt in the midst of the battle. Afterwards, the character being highly in shock over the unfamiliar actions of the teammate and worrying over their graze as they convince themself that they must be going crazy. There’s no way their innocent, feeble teammate could be capable of something like that.

The teammate lightly commenting that they had hardly noticed the injury and instead turning their attention to making sure the character is safe. Them wanting to care for the stuttering, confused character, suddenly seeming much bigger and more mature than ever before, but being stopped in their tracks by the approaching team. The team, who had been taken aback by the sudden change in the teammate, confronting them about their actions and true strength, while simultaneously trying to discreetly lead them to an area to get treated. The teammate eventually realizing this and saying that the injury was hardly a scratch the couldn’t even notice and that they’d had far worse. The team becoming horrified at the notion that their “weakest” member could ever have handled worse. Shocked because they thought of the teammate as someone they always needed to protect, someone they couldn’t imagine getting even slightly hurt.

Then the teammate having to convince the team that they’re really fine, and going back to normal afterwards. But the team never really recovering from seeing the other side to the teammate and thinking of them differently from before.

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petrichormeraki · 1 year

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I see lots of headcannons that c!Tubbo gets addicted to substances when he becomes president but I just cannot see it.

I can see him trying it, once, when Schlatt claps him on the back and shoves a glass of whiskey in his hands with a smile that says he'll kill him if he refuses. I can see Tubbo trying his best not to wince as it burns all the way down, and Quackity and Schlatt laugh raucously at his attempt, and cheers his empty glass.

I can see Tubbo staring at Schlatt's corpse in the van, the body stinking so much of potions that it masks the stench of death, and it settles an icy, paralyzing fear between his ribs. He swears to never let himself become what he's looking at.

I can see Tubbo throwing glances at Schlatt's old liquor cabinet once Tommy is exiled, as Tubbo's grasp on control over his nation is slipping away. I can see Tubbo for a moment remembering how nothing mattered to Schlatt when he was drunk, and for a moment thinking about how nice it would sound for everything to be numb, just for a little while. I can see the thought sending a shiver of true disgust and fear down his spine, and Tubbo draining every last remaining bottle down the toilet. The smell brings him back to the van, and he doesn't sleep that night.

I can see Tubbo, days after Tommy died, his chest aching with a grief that won't go away no matter how much compartmentalizing he tries. I can see his mind going to the kitchen in his and Ranboo's little cabin, where a bottle of wine is forgotten in the top cabinet, a wedding gift from Puffy who didn't know better.

I see Tubbo making it all the way to his cabin and to the kitchen, because he doesn't know what else he can do and this grief is eating him like rot from the inside out, but the cabinet is too high for him to reach on his own, and the stepstool has been relocated to Michael's room so their son can see the snow fall from his window.

I can see the thought being enough for Tubbo to move to the ladder instead, and he holds his son close for hours to try and ease the pain in his heart. And it does, enough so that Tubbo has the strength to get rid of the bottle the next day. He now knows he can't be trusted with it.

I can see Tubbo only begging for it once Ranboo dies. His son is missing, and his husband is dead. He has nothing left but the pain, and he's lost enough by now that he doesn't learn anything new from it. He just wants it to go away.

I can see Tubbo brewing something, anything, just so he can feel something different than the bleeding ache.

I can see the acrid smell of the blaze rods sending him back to the van, and Tubbo's hands start to shake.

He calls Tommy, and when the boy gets there he hands over the stand and tells him to get rid of it. Tommy sets it to the side to wrap Tubbo in a hug, and Tubbo finally, finally cries.

And I can see that's all he really needed all along.

#no disrespect to those who do write ctubbo like that btw!!! this is just my interpretation #this was very spur of the moment sorry i wasn't expecting to write this much #anyway. yeah. lots of thoughts about tubbo today #i think about him a whole lot #dream smp #tw alchohol mention #tw substance abuse #i don't know how to tag this lmao #tw addiction #???#please let me know #ough i hurt my own feelings with this one #meraki post #it's so late at night #bee duo #clingy duo

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