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hebimoonlightwrites · 1 year

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can I also get hc for Leona, Floyd and Vil when they find out that s/o is actually a woman? Like - Night raven college is only for boys so she's trying to act like one to avoid all awkward moments but it didn't work out XD Thanks!!

Writer's corner: Hey, anon! Of course! Here's what I've written for you! Please, let me know if there's something you want me to fix! I hope you'll like it! Enjoy, sweetheart!♥

mc's pronouns: SHE/HER

Warnings: sfw, love♥ (guys, I've tried my best not to offend anyone qwq My intentions are not to say that women are weaker than men, okee? So don't misunderstand me, please♥ love u)

⭐𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐚, 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐕𝐢𝐥⭐ 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬/𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧

⭐When Leona discovered that s/o was actually a woman, he was very surprised..

⭐How the heck did he not notice it before?!

⭐I can see him looking at her with his green eyes open wide, while crossing his arms in surprise.

⭐That's when he'd start rememebering about all those times he spoke to her with a sharp tongue...

⭐Those times he told her in a rough way to go away and let him sleep...

⭐Because, let's be honest here:

⭐We all know how lazy and grumpy Leona is..

⭐We know that he usually speaks roughly to guys...

⭐but he would never dare to speak that way to a woman.

⭐I'm not saying that Leona would treat girls like if they're weak at all (just in case you're misunderstanding my words), but I'm saying that he'd surely respect women more than how he respects men.

⭐(please, do not misunderstand my words, I don't have any intention to offend qwq)

⭐He's from Sunset Savanna, a place where women are respected, so Leona is used to do the same, even if he has an imperious attitude towards people most of the time..

⭐"Oi... When were you going to tell me!?..."

⭐Of course after a few seconds he would realize what of a stupid question he has just said, but he wouldn't lose his composure and would keep his green eyes on that figure in front of him..

⭐Those cute eyes of hers looking at him too, her hair and her soothing voice...

⭐How the heck did he not notice it before..?!

⭐I'm not sure about what he'd say next..

⭐But what I'm sure about is that he'd become more protective towards his s/o..

⭐If he already was protective before.. now he'd become more!

⭐That's not because he'd consider his s/o weak only because she's a woman! But because he simply likes the fact of being the one protecting..

⭐..the one of wrapping his arms around her and hug her tightly..

⭐"L-Leona..?", s/o would ask, seeing him hugging her.

⭐"Shhh... I'm tired and I want to sleep... wrap up..!.. hehe.."

⭐Floyd would discover that s/o is actually a woman casually..

⭐I don't know why, though, I think he'd be the one knowing it even before s/o would tell him

⭐That's when Floyd would pretend to be surprised, opening his eyes wide and his mouth slightly..

⭐"W-what..?..."

⭐Since Floyd is someone who enjoys funny or fun stuff..

⭐I feel like he would have fun pretending to be very surprised- almost shocked- when s/o would tell him that she's a girl.

⭐He'd keep that expression until he'd have one of his usual mood-change and suddenly would say:

⭐"Oh.. yess... I already knew it, Shrimpy~"

⭐S/o would look at him surprised and that's when she would ask him how he knew it.

⭐She would be so sure not to caught...! Always trying her best to behave like a guy..!

⭐How did he already know?

⭐Floyd would look at s/o with his usual mischevious but lazy-looking look, slightly amused by her reaction.

⭐But the truth is that Floyd already knew she was a girl because he had seen her behaviour..

⭐Even if she was trying so hard to seem a guy..

⭐...even if Floyd seems dumb, he's clearly not, and we all know it..!

⭐Also he noticed it thanks to her soothing voice and eyes..

⭐Plus even if wearing a male uniform in NRC, it would be obvious that she's a girl!

⭐"But... Honestly I don't care if you're a boy or a girl..!"

⭐Floyd would say, wrapping his arms around her and looking down at her.

⭐His teeth would be visible in that smile he would give her, as he would slightly tighten the hug while whispering:

⭐"...By the way... I'll treat you the same way, Shrimpy~♥"

⭐"Huh..? What are you saying, potato...?"

⭐Vil would be taking care of himself..

⭐He would be putting a mask on and taking care of his hair when s/o would take the chance to tell him the truth.

⭐That's when s/o would decide to tell him that she's actually a girl.

⭐Vil would keep his eyes on the mirror, brushing his hair...

⭐After some seconds he would turn around and look at her surprised, blinking a few times in realization.

⭐"You're... A girl?"

⭐Just like Leona, Vil would be shocked..

⭐How did he not notice?!

⭐How the heck did she get into NRC, then?!

⭐But like Floyd, I'm sure Vil wouldn't change his own behaviour towards mc just because she's a woman.

⭐Vil, indeed, wouldn't change his feelings towards mc either!

⭐I mean... Whichever mc's gender is.. Well.. Who cares?!

⭐Mc is still the love of his life!

⭐She's still his small and adorable potato!

⭐So... What should I say more, then?

⭐Vil would still brush her hair..

⭐He would still take care of her..

⭐He would cuddle and hug her tightly..

⭐In short, he would treat mc the same way he would treat her if she was a guy!

⭐I mean..

⭐As I've written for Leona, Vil would keep being protective with mc

⭐But not because mc is a woman (so please do not misunderstand me, please, darlings!), but because he'd be the one protecting..

⭐..the one hugging and taking care of s/o the best he could!

⭐"Why are you looking at me like that, mc?.. I won't change my behaviour only because you're a girl.. hehe.. so go wash your face. I'm going to put a mask on you and some face cream~♥"

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yanderes-galore · 11 months

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oh sorry about that is it OK if I request the yandere Tarhos Prompts with gn reader then?

Yeah, I'll try! I always saw The Knight as silent but I'll see what I can do :) My prompts were used for this! The prompts may make him OOC due to his lore but I'll try! Sorry it's a bit short, I struggled with his character a bit.

AU prior to the fog where you are a lord/lady who hired Tarhos as a protector. I don't rememeber if the original request had a plot sent so I apologize in advance :(

Yandere! Tarhos Kovács Prompts 7 + 12

"All this blood? It's all for you! Everything I do is all for you!"

"You were never meant to see that! Oh, what have I done...."

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Mentions of slavery, OOC Knight compared to his lore probably, Murder, Vague on romantic or platonic, Violence.

Tarhos only ever knew bloodshed. That was how the world worked in his eyes. The world ran on blood and violence, peace was never an option considered to him.

He's a mercenary whose loyalty only ever goes to the highest bidder. That and his pack of mercenaries... an honor among thieves relationship. Other than that, he's a killer to the core.

Tarhos ran on bloodshed, the blood on his blade a sign of victory. He felt no other emotions other than kill, kill, kill. Even when hired by you his goal mostly remained the same.

Kill for wealth, take what you can.

The idea of 'kindness and care for those not close to you' baffled Tarhos. Which is why the knight finds it strange that you act so kind to him. It's not just out of respect, either.

Tarhos ignores it. Although, your care for him makes him remember his best mates. He does care deeply for the assassin, the butcher, and the jailer... but he knows them.

He doesn't know you.

So why do you care so much about a mere mercenary?

Don't you know he could easily turn on you and take your wealth?

A job is a job, he thinks, so he adapts. Your strange behavior towards him originally doesn't affect his thirst for blood. Then it started to grow on him the more he met with you for pay.

At some point he let it slip that he had buddies who were also sold into slavery. You heard somehow and confronted him. The knight felt threatened... but you calm him.

"You want them free, don't you?" You ask.

Tarhos tries to decipher your words. What were you planning?

"Paying for their freedom isn't easy, let alone finding them... but I'll see what I can do if you wish."

He doesn't trust this. No person is this damn caring. Especially to someone who tortures and murders for pay. But you were wealthy and he needs the money.

He's silent yet you slowly nod.

"It's an offer, my knight. I'll see if I have connections."

For some reason, the title you gave him made him pause when you walked away. 'My Knight'... your knight... it had a pleasant ring. As he watches you walk away... he thinks you're better than previous employers.

In fact your kindness only made working for you sweeter...

Even if it was naive to tend to his plights.

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Your distaste for seeing the knight's violence is laughable. You expected murder, torture, and violence... but loathe seeing it. For the most part, Tarhos was fine with shielding you from seeing it.

Tarhos had takena liking to his job of protecting your life. Deep down he hopes you'll hire his friends... even if it may never happen. Either way, he was fine with obtaining your pay and hearing your chatter.

Killing to protect was a job he had often. With you he felt strangely at home compared to other lords and ladies. Close to paradise, even.

Killing in your name was a delightful feeling. Killing in general was something he thrived on... but when it was ordered by you? He's never felt more alive.

Issues never usually arose. You appreciated his help, paid him, wished him luck, and accepted his job. You respected each other.

It was only when he overstepped that things became strained.

You had fought with a fellow noble at one point. A fight your knight saw. Seeing you so intense made his the grip on his sword tighten. When you walked off and ordered Tarhos to follow, Tarhos gave a long look at the noble and their knights before following.

He's supposed to protect you right? Surely you won't mind his need for bloodshed then....

When you were busy with some other meeting, Tarhos knew what to do. He had a goal. He would not rest until said goal is complete.

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Tarhos only realizes he's sloppy when he hears your shriek. His sword was plunged through the chest of many around him, corpses littering the area around him. His armor is painted in crimson... evidence of his victory.

"You were never meant to see that! Oh, what have I done...."

He sounds surprised, nervous, but didn't really mean it. He knew exactly what he did. He killed a pest, many pests, rats that decided they liked to bite you. Their blood coats his hands and it's all done in your name. He only regrets you catching him in his unneeded violence.

"Tarhos... they didn't deserve to die- There's so much blood...." You mutter, the six foot six knight turning to tower over you. They did need to die. He's your knight, he kills to protect.

Now you stare at him in horror...

He likes it.

"All this blood? It's all for you! Everything I do is all for you!" The knight pledges, bowing towards you, his noble. Why are you surprised? Was he meant to sit back and allow that rat to get away with arguing with you? No... he'd never.

He slaughtered those rats to aid you.

"You're meant to kill threats!"

"That noble rat fought with you, my liege."

"It was an argument, Tarhos-"

"I am your knight. I put a stop to a threat. Is that not why I was hired?"

"I'm not hurt! I was never hurt!"

"Thanks to me."

The knight strolls forward, standing in front of you. You stare fearfully at his bloodied armor. You hate that you can't see his eyes.

"I am yours until I find and obtain my gang..." The helmet echoes, seemingly looking at you. The knight kneels before taking your smaller hand in his. "Until then... you are also mine, my liege."

"No. I refuse to be near you any longer- Release me, fiend! I did not agree to noble murder unless my life is threatened!"

"How pitiful, my noble is having a fit."

You're quickly picked up in strong metal arms. You fight, an action he can only describe as weak.

The knight slings you over his shoulder, he's mindful of what side has spikes on his armor. You kick and scream. You try escape... admirable but sad.

You'd never live in this world... a world of blood and violence. That's why, he determined, you need him. He'll defend you with chivalry between knight and noble.

You'll hate him now...

But the bloodshed he causes for you is meant for your defense and his pleasure... you'll be thankful later.

#yandere dead by daylight #yandere dbd knight #yandere dbd #yandere tarhos kovács

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lazyalani · 10 months

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| Chapter 1

| Series Masterlist

| Nagi Seishiro × Mikage Reo × [F!Reader] × Chigiri Hyoma

| In which Oxy's Ethereal Squad finally meets Horizon's, their new ally's, Blue Lock Squad, but why are their rings glowing? Oh.

| soulmate au, alien invasion au, cursings, killings, dissection, murder, gore, polyamory

| slow updates cuz writer's block is in my blood and this story is not thoroughly planned at all

Next [In Progress]

The car is shaking as it runs through the rocky, dirty road. Your eyes stare out the window, unbothered. These kinds of roads are already normalized since 2 years ago.

Two years ago, those motherfucking creatures from another planet, or maybe even world, invaded earth.

They started in Egypt, the people claiming to see some kind of black hole, a portal suddenly appear in the middle of the dessert, then strange, ugly, scary creatured came out and wrecked havoc. It started with one, then came another, then another and another, until they spread out to neighboring countries, and reached your homeland.

The whole world was in chaos. People started running from country to country, until there was nothing to run to, except Japan.

The advanced Japan, unlike other countried, managed to hold off the creatures until they developed equipments that could slowly, but surely damage them, until they developed tools that could kill them. But when time came that they could put those tools fully at use, the whole world was almost gone. The people left weren't enough to fill a whole country.

The remaining survivors created their own organizations and homes to survive. They used those organizations to steal documents from labs, information on those creatures, information on those tools, information to survive.

People learned to normalize things that wouldn't even be considered before, things were even meant to be illegal. Killings, murder, dissection, torture, it doesn't matter if it's one of the creatures or human. As long as it's in the way of an organization's goal, an enemy, a rebel, an execution will be conducted.

Two years ago, you would've been trembling from fear and disgust if someone told you you'd have to kill and torture, but who knew two years later you'd be too filled with anger to even care.

If the world was dark before, the world is in the darkest now.

The world is in the most advanced state right now, but at the same time, it's like back to square one. Empty and abandoned buildings and houses everywhere, bloody streets, everywhere is dirty. You would never survive if you're not in any organization. No food to steal from except the organzations itself, with the most advanced securities and all, how would one get in without being a member.

"You're spacing out again." A voice ripped you out of your thoughts.

You blinked and slowly turned to your friend. "Alexei..." She looked concerned, seemingly have just woken up.

Alexei sighed and removed her neck pillow from her neck. "We told you not to think too much, rememeber?"

"Yeah, 'cause it makes you turn emo." Another friend laughed.

You rolled your eyes and threw Alexei's pillow at her. "You turn emo whenever you read angst, Hana."

The redhead stuck out her tongue but was hit by another pillow coming from another redhead.

"You guys are so loud, I can hear you inside my earbuds." She took out one of your earbuds and rubbed her eyes.

Her twin sister smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, go back to sleep, Kana."

"Actually, don't. We're here." Jin, your squad's manager and the driver, smiled through the mirror and shaked his head at you guys.

The car neared a huge double gate, common for every organization's headquarters, and talked with the guard before driving inside.

"Where's my other shoe?!"

"Hana, stop stepping on my bag!"

"Alexei, have you seen my brush?"

"My phone's missing..." You're near crying because phone is everything.

Jin sighed frustratedly. "Girls, please, come on, we've been parked for 5 minutes and we haven't even stepped outside!"

You turned to him for help. "Jin... My phone..."

He groaned and huffed angrily. "Erind, raise all shoes, all bags, all brushes, and all phone!"

"Roger." A male robotic voice answered.

And so the command was done.

"Hey, my shoes!" You complained as it was raised along with the others.

"Oh, my shoe!"

"You flattened my bag, Hana!"

"Why does my brush have a bald spot now?!"

You looked around and saw your phone at the back, floating infront of Kana, and grabbed it. "How the hell did you even end up there..."

"Can we go now?" Jin looked so done.

"Hehe, sorry."

The huge building was shaped like a pentagon, colored in blue, black, and outlined with white lights that glowed in the night. A large sign that said 'Horizon' was displayed on the front and middle of the building.

You could see a silhouette of a woman and two men standing infront of the glass doors as you neared.

She gave a formal smile and bowed along with the uniformed guards beside her. "Goodevening, Ethereal. I am Terieri Anri, Horizon's President Jinpachi's secretary, I am instructed to guide you." She held out a hand.

Jin held a professional smile and shook Anri's hand. "Goodevening, Anri-san, thank you for having us. I'm Kinoshita Jin, Ethereal's Manager."

"Please follow me, we will be heading to the meeting room. Everyone is waiting, as well as your President." She led all of you to the hallways.

Right, you came here to establish alliances. And since Ethereal, your squad, is Oxy's, your organization's top squad, you're obliged to join the meeting to also establish cooperation with Horizon's top squad, Blue Lock.

Aside from how things are organized and the colors, everything is pretty much almost the same as Oxy and every other organizations, because that's how organizations are.

Every organizations' inventors and researchers often coordinate and cooperate with each other to create advanced technologies to help in achieving the same goal. From everyday use like more advanced phones, tvs, ipads, computers, holograms, robots, to weapons. Guns, swords, rapiers, katanas, shotguns, rifles, and all, everything is enhanced, fit to kill both humans and aliens.

This current world is beautifully more advanced, but dreadfully darker.

All of you stopped infront of a double door, the room's windows are glass but tinted, sounproof even, you guessed. Nothing can be seen or heard from the inside and outside.

Anri pressed a button inside the door, kind of like a doorbell, but no ding, only a robotic sound to inform everyone inside.

Only a second has passed and the lock of the doors audibly unlocked, Anri opening the doors and bowing slightly, gesturing for all of you to go inside.

"We are here, please enter."

The room wasn't bright, the lights were all off to better see the hologram being presented at the middle. The meeting room was definitely large, the chairs and table were circled, so many people.

The people present were three organizations Presidents, their top squads, important staffs, and guards.

Horizon, Oxy, and Create.

The three most powerful organizations. While Create leaned more on researching and inventing, their materials and inventories are to be feared.

The room's center of attention became your squad and Blue Lock.

You wondered for a second and immediately turned your head towards Alexei who gasped, looking at her ring finger, or more specifically, the glowing soulmark ring on her ring finger.

Your eyes widened in realization as you looked towards your other members who were also checking their marks, Alexei and Hana had their marks glowing, and noticed a glow on yours too.

Remembering how others looked at Blue Lock to, your gaze shifted to them. Some of their members also had glows.

Your face paled. Of all times, now?

You were sweating in nervousness as the whole room stayed silent, the glows illuminating the dark room along with the hologram.

Along with the arriving of the creatures came the soulmate marks.

Everyone suddenly had a tattoo kind of ring on their left hand's ring finger. When your soulmate is near, the mark will glow and the glow will slowly connect with the glow of your soulmate's mark, connecting you both.

However, it wasn't really common that one has two or more soulmates.

You feel your heart beat fast when you saw two guys' glow from Blue Lock connect with each other before forming one glow and connecting with Alexei, the same slowly happening to Hana.

Your heart beats faster as you held your breath, seeing three guys' glow from Blue Lock connecting with each other before connecting with yours.

As the glows connect with other, your eyes connected with the first guy you saw, he was already looking at you. You felt something lock inside you as you stared at the white haired man with grey, droopy, but sharp and attentive eyes. The lock felt relieving, as if it was something you've been waiting for.

And as much as you wanted to stay focused on your duties, it was. It was something you've been waiting for.

But really, not in a situation like this.

You looked at the two other guys connected with yours, one purple and one red, before looking away in embarassment.

Everyone was fucking looking at you guys, this is so awkward and it makes you want to be dramatic and run away.

Create's President suddenly let out a chuckle, breaking the silence in the room. "Oh, your top squads are special, alright."

What a dramatic, unexpected twist of events.

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voidju1cebox · 10 months

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you know what fuck it, miles g. (prowler miles) headcanons (this will be general, maybe later i will make some x reader because im gay it sounds fun)

he would eat rice with avocado

he can make the TASTIEST FOOD IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD, like, you ain't gonna come tell me he wouldn't make food for his mom

in that same line of thought: his mom and him would have 'leftover days' which, as the name implies, is a day (usually a weekend day) where you eat the left over food

while e1610 miles has a bit of a more chaotic but functional work space, e42 miles would have a much more organized workspace (when not in use)

ok so rio mentions comics-con so in my heart he is still a nerd

straight As, (i like the idea that he still goes to a fancy school) he wants to not only show he deserves his place at the school, he also wants to make sure he doesn't put more stress on his mom :(

he would still go to vision academy (or whatever his equivalent is). he would have applied because his mom wanted him to have a good future, at first he wasn't really planing to go even if he managed to pass the entrance exam but when he did he was offered a scholarship so there were no more excuses not to

he is much more serious and quiet in class, he wouldn't have many friends if any at all because he wouldn't seem super approachable

not a head canon but: im not sure if he would take any art classes like e1610 miles, on one hand, his mom would encourage him to use all the tools and things the school is offering, on the other, he would probably not have enough time to do so because of his prowler things

e1610 miles: art and quantum physics e42 miles: art and robotics (or something along those lines)

this guy will NOT stand disrespect towards women. his mom is rio morales and i guarantee she would not stand his son being disrespectful

after his father died he would get in a lot of fights both because he needed a way to cope and he felt like he needed to show the world and himself that he was strong enough to protect his loved ones

i like the idea that he is either; friends with Gankee, or, they used to be friends but distanced

ok, so im not sure when exactly he would have become the prowler, but i think that at first he would have done it alone; shitty suit that doesnt really protect him and only really works to mask identity, very limited gear if any at all, probs used like blunt force weapons (baseball bat)

his uncle notices that miles had started to get bruises again and notices that rio looks more stressed so he assumes miles is picking fights again, so he confronts miles. it becomes a bit of an argument nearly fight but miles finally breaks and tells uncle Aaron he is prowler

after uncle aaron accepts that miles is the prowler and "no, i wont stop doing this, this is the way im helping" he agrees to support and help miles in his vigilante endeavors and helps him get stuff to update his suit so he can be safer

:0, he gives his mom little clay or paper flowers, since she doesnt have taht much time to take care of a live one and so she can have a little bit of color in her days

i feel like he is more of a video games nerd than a comics nerd

he sits extremely still, he almost could be mistaken for a statue

sometimes when the house feels way too empty for his comfort he goes to his uncle's to pass time till he calms or for the whole night

his sketchbooks are FILLED, like im talking not only the pages; the covers are filled with doodles, he has receipts and napkins and stuff he has drawn on, he has some pressed flowers both to use as references and to rememeber his moms favourites

his mom helps him with his hair, she learned through a combination of uncle aaron, jeffs side of the family, and of course miles

#this was supposed to be a quick ha asilly post but kmoe its this #spiderverse #across the spiderverse #spiderman: across the spiderverse #across the spider verse spoilers #miles morales #rio morales #miles morales prowler #prowler miles #i dont know how else to tag

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bloodyknucklesforme · 9 months

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Keep Me Warm | Soap x Nina

Johnny gets back from a mission and is more clingy than normal

CW: smut, mostly comfort, cockwarming on a physical and emotional level

Nina always made sure it was special, his first night back after weeks apart. Clean sheets, candles, the way she practically bathed in vanilla lotion. She'd worn a baby blue matching lingerie set that he took his time taking off of her.

"You're gorgeous," He smiled softly, loving the way a blush covered her body. He laid soft kisses down her stomach. "I missed you."

Her heels dug into his lower back while her nails scratched up and down his shoulders. He was buried to the hilt inside of her. Their foreheads pressed together.

"JohnnyJohnnyJohnnyJohnny." Her nails cut in with every repetition of his name. He loved it.

"I love you." He caught her lips. He never felt close enough. His hands on her hips holding her flush to him. It wasn't enough to have her tongue in his mouth or feel her clenching around him. He didn't want to let go. If he let go, he'd have to leave again. Maybe not tomorrow or the day after but sometime soon. "Imissedyousofuckingmuch."

Her high-pitched whimpers spurred him further, pulling one out with every thrust. She tightened around him, squirming in his grip.

"Harder, Neen. Please," he urged as her nails left red trails. He wanted to remember her for days, weeks after this moment. Every time he flexed or showered he wanted to feel the sweet sting again. "Cum for me. Cum on my cock."

Her eyes rolled back as she cried out his name. He'd have bruises from her heels the next morning.

He panted against her neck, thrusting chaotically, unable to keep a rhythm anymore. He was close. He tangled a hand in her hair and buried his face in her neck, letting the smell of vanilla overcome his senses.

"Nina...fuck...oh fuck... Nina," he whimpered. He pushed himself fully inside her, filling her. Sweat dripped from his forehead. He framed his arms around her head to hold off his weight as he collapsed.

"You good?" He asked, pushing her hair from her face.

"Yeah," She scratched his scalp. He went to sit up and then stopped.

"Could I..umm...could I stay inside you?" He asked, brushing his lips against her jaw almost embarrassed. She giggled softly and kissed his scalp.

"Yeah... I'd like that." She wrapped her arms around him wordlessly, moving her hips for them to both find a comfortable position.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"I just missed ya."

"You're crying." She cupped his cheek and pulled his gaze to hers. She wasn't wrong. He took her hand in his and squeezed. He wanted to rememeber every part of her, down to the lines on her palm.

"I missed ya so fucking much," He kissed her, ignoring the tears coming down his cheeks. "I think about ya every day, all the time. Before I met you I felt like I was getting cold. I didn't care if anything happened to me. Then I met some weird and pretty girl that I had to pretend was my wife for a week. I fell in love with you not just because you're beautiful and funny and smart and kind but you make me want to live and keep living. You keep me warm, Neen."

She wrapped her legs back around his waist. He felt her shudder underneath him as she joined him in crying.

He kissed her cheeks. He memorized every detail of her face over and over. His Nina. She saved him.

"I'm always scared that I'm not going to get better or that I'll actually worse," Nina cried, clinging to him tighter. "I feel so broken sometimes and I'm afraid that you'll get sick of me and leave. I feel like I don't deserve you or you deserve someone better."

John held her face firmly, rubbing her tears away.

"I know you have all those voices in your head telling you're not good enough or that there's something wrong with you. Right now I want you to listen to just me: I will never leave you, Nina. I love you more than anything. There is not a future I can imagine where you're not next to me. I don't think I'll ever deserve you. You're beautiful and so smart. You understand me and are so patient even when I beg to keep my cock inside ya because I'm sad."

He stole a kiss as she laughed.

"I want to grow old with ya. Buy a house, have a cat or maybe a kid. I want to watch you write poetry and sleep. I want to dance with you and kiss you. I'll do anything to get that future, you know that right? And if something inside you ever makes you doubt that I want you to tell me and I'll repeat this all over again for you. I will always take care of you, Nina. "

"I love you," she sobbed.

"I love you," He smiled through his own tears. "Let's get cleaned up, yeah?"

He pulled out of her and lifted her up off the bed.

"Hot bath sound nice, don't ya think?"

She nodded and kissed him again.

#john soap mactavish #soap #johnny mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #john mactavish smut #john soap mactavish x oc #soap x nina

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saltygilmores · 2 months

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THOUGHTS WHILE WATCHING GILMORE GIRLS: SEASON 3/EP 7: DANCE MARATHON EPISODE PT.2 (A VERY SHORT ONE SO WE CAN GET TO THE FUN STUFF ASAP)

So several moots who are way smarter than me explained this joke to me. Paris is calling JayMonaise/Jamie Mayonaise a parrot because he is repeating himself so Paris says he should find a pirate's shoulder to sit on. Yeah okay fine that's valid but my Sit On A Pirate's Hook is still what I'm running with. Jumping back to the Gilmore residence, Rory has retreated to the kitchen where Lorelai grovels for her daughter's hand in dance, leaving Dean and Lane together in the living room. Why would you do that to Lane, Rory? I thought she was your friend.

Lorelai persuades Rory to become her dance partner, dashing Rory's dream of taking Dean's Dance Marathon Virginity (while Lorelai's dream is that sentence with the words Dance Marathon removed) and bullshitting with him on the sidelines (hey, that’s my job, except the Dean part). Rory will also have to cancel her plans to work on the boring-ass newspaper with Paris, Madelyn, Louise, and the rest. Who cares.

Will you marry me?

My queens. M&L love 35 year old undercover reporters sent on assignment to pose as high school students. Rory: You can't stop smiling. Paris recapping her date with Jay-Monaise: We went for coffee. He said he had a great time and that he finds me fascinating and he thought about me all the time.

"I find you fascinating" has some real serial killer undertones. Paris then correctly refers to him as a Ted Bundy clone. But this episode only has room for one murderer, and he's still waiting in the wings.

Yeah, I mean...he is kinda barking up the wrong tree here. Paris: Don't tell Madelyn and Louise, the second they find out I'm dating a guy they'll start singing the Trojan Man jingle. Rememeber the days when cheeky ads for condoms and erectile dysfunction pills aired shamelessly on tv? Those days, they sure were days. Rory promises to keep Paris' secret, continue to pledge her undying love to Paris, and enter "what is Trojan Man?" into Ask Jeeves later. This scene was wholly irrelevant except to further establish that Paris Geller's heterosexuality is hanging on by a piece of dental floss. Now let's get to the good stuff! In another post. I will need to push the boundaries of Tumblr's 30-Screen-Shots-Per-Post limit for this episode.

#gilmore girls #denise rewatches gilmore girls #gilmore girls season 3 #paris geller #rory gilmore #trojan man #they shoot gilmores dont they #tsgdt #dance marathon #PariMore

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elitadream · 9 months

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I can't rememeber if you have been asked this before, but what kind of story would you want a Mario Movie sequel to have? Or what kind of themes or message would you want the film to convey?

First of all, it would depend whether the first film would have to be taken into full consideration for that or not; because if so, that would admittedly limit my ideas quite a bit. I have my own interpretation and imaginings regarding how I would have pictured the main story to go, you see! 🤓📝

But either way, if I had to start at a point that would initiate its own new adventure as a follow-up to the first one (regardless of what it was), I would make it so that the story revolves once again around something that we are closely accustomed to as gamers, and transpose it in a way that would give this universe a new sense of emotional depth and complexity.

The exact theme? Life. Or should I say: "additional" lives. 🎇

Their sheer significance and all-changing capacity. How we often take those for granted as gamers, until we can no longer afford to. What we would do if we had just one more. How we would have played the level differently if we had known. How it impacts our gaming experience as a whole and what it means if we stop to look at it from the hero's point of view. What would happen if they were given a choice. Etc. I've always felt drawn to the idea that these characters could actually die, and have thus made the 1-Up mushroom a massively important element of the lore that I have compiled for my version. Its origin and very existence completely shrouded in mystery. Endlessly sought-after by all. A power-up largely rumored to be real, although nobody can be sure of it nor even claim to have ever seen one.

My aim would be for this story to take a more somber and more mature route while retaining some of the levity that makes this franchise so charming and appealing. Have its narrative acknowlege the seriousness of the addressed theme and embrace its solemn tone. For it to be handled with care and respect; to allow for the characters to express a level of humanity never seen before, and its message to strike a chord with everyone. 💙

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acestories · 8 months

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So, I know this isn't technically my writing blog (though I could make it), but I'm working on a story that I feel like at least someone here will like.

"In some ways the world hasn’t changed; Karens still scream at grocery store clerks for no reason, Douchebags think they own the roads, and the sun continues to rise every morning. But, it’s definitely changed; people fly through the air on their own, a car mechanic lifts the car he’s working on with his bare hand, and a thief outruns a squad of police cars.

But, I’m getting ahead of myself. 2020 was terrible already, but as if that wasn’t enough it had one last fucking piece of shit to throw in our faces. Christmas night, there was a violet star in the sky. By new years eve, it had become a sun. By new years day, a violet mist that brought with it plague, one with a 10% mortality rate, and the rich and powerful hid themselves away from it. As they always did.

But as it turned out, ⅕ of those who survived it got what could only be called Superpowers. And very few of the rich and powerful got Superpowers. The inevitable started to happen.

And where do I fit into all of this? Well, I'm the ñonbinary cat boy waiting for their take out to be ready. What? Just because I got Superpowers doesn't mean I don't want tacos. And these guys make a gochujang teriyaki sauce that is to die for. And I'm not gonna let some random ass fuck wad villain destroy this place, I can't recreate the sauce!

The villain (who I think called himself Syndrome or some shit like that, I can't rememeber) charged at me, fist raised high. I'm able to dodge at the last minute, the concrete street corner shattering as it took the blow, which when combined with my latest bruises, are enough to tell me that this guy has one of those Escalating Strength powers in addition to the basic stuff.

Gotta take them out fast, before they start punching Blackholes or something. I think someone can do that?

The villain starts monologuing; ooooooh, his name is "Symptom." That's actually kinda cool, I gotta admit. Regardless, thank fuck this guy is long winded. Or really into L.A.R.P.ing.

Doesn't matter now though; I charge at him with the speed of a bullet and unleash a flurry of blows. After a few seconds of what sounds like a machine gun going off, he starts to fall backwards, a look of surprise on his big stupid, neck-bearded face.

Heh, I caught him Monologuing. Guess that makes me a sly cat instead of a sly dog. :D

Oh yeah, the cat parts. While only ⅕ of survivors got super powers, over half of survivors got "fantasy bits." I got turned into a cat boy, but I've seen people with other parts. Someone I went to high-school with got turned into an Orc.

Oh, and these things aren't a package deal, but there is enough overlap that it's testing fate to make a cat girl angry. So the Boomer who's screaming and making threats at me for not saving his car is either really brave or really stupid. I'm betting on the latter.

Regardless, my food is ready and I wish to return home, and that's exactly what I'm gonna do.

#not ace #my writing #superheroes #i feel like the primary emotion in trying to invoke is the feeling of how classic our world is these days #some of that good old “beat the rich guy with a baseball” punk vibe #but with superheroes

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sameschmidtdiffname · 1 month

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Oh my god?????

Okay... WOW!! This is amazing!!!

First off, as always, thank you for your amazing support!!! I know I say it so much, but I truly, deeply mean it. I'm only a few followers away from 300 followers, which is?? Insane?? The last time I was on Tumblr I thought I had a good following with 100, which I did! I mean, that's good to me lol. But that was over the course of like, a year? Maybe two? I've been posing here for like a month, so wtf (but GOOD wtf, GREAT wtf!!!) I'm not really sure what I want to do to celebrate that, but there'll probably be something. Like a fun ask game once we actually hit that milestone!

So, the true point of this post besides thank you for your support, is a few different things.

First off,

I am not closing requests. However, I have... 19 requests now... and I don't think I'd be that intimidated, except some of these stand the possibility of being written as at least a mini series, so it's more like I'm looking at 30+ guaranteed works if I factor in multiple parts to those requests.

That being said, I am now going to say from here on out

If you submit a request, I most likely will not answer you for one month from the time you submit.

Which is insane, I'm aware. But first off, I do work lol. Second off, there's a lot!! I've gotta at least get 19 works out before I can respond to new requests, so pray for me. And as I've said before in the past, I do not respond to requests until your work is ready. So do not expect a response until I've written it.

Second off,

for the next two weeks I am going on a writing break! I have a current IRL project that is now demanding my full time attention, and I also do not want to burn myself out on writing while wrapping up said IRL project. I'll still be on Tumblr probably, but it will probably mostly be responding to regular asks/shitposting/Hunger Games headcanons (I'm also so sorry to all of my moots whose amazing works I have not been reblogging. I do not have the energy for actual reading with everything going on, but I see you and I love you and i have a list of fics I plan on reading when I finally get energy 💗 I've felt so bad, you don't understand)

Third,

what's my posting schedule gonna look like after my break?

Well, I'm setting a low at minimum goal that I'm going to be posting one standalone fic and one part for at least one series every week. Once I get more time, it'll probably be more like three works per week, but that's for the future when I can breathe since I write better on days off/weekends instead of doing bits and pieces every work day. (Rememeber when I used to post like five works a week? Yeah. That was fun! Miss that!)

Overall, TL;DR

• Thank you for your support!

• Requests are going to take at minimum a month to respond to from this point out.

• I'm going on a small writing break, but afterwards I should be posting works hopefully twice a week.

I hope you all have an amazing day, week, year. I love you all. Please stay safe, and I'll see you next time for America's favorite new gameshow, "I Posted 'Princess' as a Lark and Honesty Expected 17 Notes, Period. How The Fuck Did I Get Here????"

#josh hutcherson fanfic #josh hutcherson #mike schmidt #jhutch #peeta mellark #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt fnaf #mike schmidt smut #josh futterman x reader

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alarrytale · 7 months

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Hands down to the anon who hit the nail with H’s semi-manufactured success because I feel the same about it.

Look, I love him deeply, I find him one of the most attractive man on earth while I never had any need to project my sexual fantasies into him (and trust me, I have done it with literally every male crush while Harry/Louis are the only exceptions). I really really wish he can show us more from his personality, be more open to us and in what he is interested. I also think he’s a little weirdo sometimes and maybe a shy introvert when he’s not feeling 100% comfortable - as much as he can be arrogant with his confident, he’s awkward sometimes and I adore him for that.

But while as much as I love him I just don’t like those charts of his popularity and his achievements, awards or how much money he made with LOT etc etc etc. Because what does it actually mean? Does it make him a better person? Does it make him a God? Does it make him immortal? No, no, no, no. It’s unpopular opinion but icons/legends has been made in the past (80’s - 00’s) because those were the times when there were something to discover and something new to create but now everything is just recycling and update of something that has been already created.

To be honest, Harry is known for his “old soul” inspirations, he’s mix of Bowie//Mercury//Elton John and his image is the same as it was with Ricky Martin or George Michael. As much as I love him I doubt people will rememeber him as much as they remember those names I wrote above in like 10-20 years. And no numbers and how much money he made won’t be remembered in the future. Look, people barely remember Backstreet Boys and Nsync now - iconic boybands without who there won’t be any 1D - while first one is active simply because of nostalgia and second one just announced a reunion and I’m curious how it will go.

Also IMO one of the reasons why he is so extremely popular is that there basically isn’t any active singe who is making music without following any trends (read that his songs go against actual trends in music) and who is willing to tour the world while fitting the het fantasies. There was Justin Bieber but is he active? No. Shawn Mendes? He isn’t active as well and who knows if his career will be the same as it was pre-pandemic. Ed Sheeran never had an image of sex god for obvious reasons. Singers like Robbie Williams or Justin Timberlake are way too old for teens. So who else is there to compete with Harry? Rest of boys from 1D as media likes to make this artificial rivality between them claiming Harry is the best one? The most popular artists right now are all females starting with our popular TS or Beyonce, Doja Cat, Billie Eilish. And they won’t take away Harry’s popularity made by het harries.

And the last note - look how popular Harry was during Grammy’s. He won the most important award while people were yelling at him during his speech because they felt Beyone should win it. And then there was that hate after on every social media. And he clearly was very uncomfortable that night because he might thought he simply doesn’t really belong there but his management made him this popular and so he had to be there and face bigger singers and their fans.

Hi, anon!

Yes, kudos to that anon for hitting the nail on the head as you say!

I wish we got to see more of his personality as well. But he needs that blank canvas for everyone to project onto and get popular. At the same time, showing so little of yourself won't get you icon status. So it's tricky. He is doing exceptionally well because of lack of competition. There will be a day where competition will come, and that's why I think they are striking while the iron is hot. I'm still not sure if they are going for longevity here. Doesn’t seem like it right now.

And yeah, the grammy's. Not good. The grammy's are all politics and the azoffs are powerful people. Harry was awkward and unprepared for that speech. He put his foot in his mouth. I cringed. The heckling from the ones yelling for Beyoncé and the social media backlash was a bad combination. I think it put some people off him. I can see their point of view. Harry needs to wise up, and the azoffs needs to stop buying him his fame and start trusting his talent. Awards, achievements, numbers and records mean nothing in the grand scheme of things if it isn't well earned.

#harry image #solo harry #azoffs

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forlorn-crows · 5 months

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I don’t think the lack of growth in engagement is a reflection on the quality of your writing (‘cus you are amazing and have grown so much as a writer) I think it is more of a reflection of the internet ecosystem in general?

Fandoms inherently have engagement limits, requiring familiarity with the original work- as opposed to say a cute puppy picture that doesn’t need any background knowledge for people to engage with.

There will always be new people joining the fandom but unless the rate of newcomers surpasses that of those who are moving on to other things your engagement will usually end up hovering around the same number.

HOWEVER your work will always be reaching new people! Even if the numbers stay the same the people that make up those numbers is always changing! The 100 notes from this weeks fic is probably from a whole other group of people than when you first started; and although people move on you’ve had an impact on every single one of them!

-🌸

thats a good point, this fandom def has seen its share of rotation in 'population' so to say. @chapel-of-rizztual brought up a good point that tumblr too has been super dumb in not showing people's posts, even to mutuals. so def a combination of all those things (and that a lot of people in this fandom are still in school) makes sense to me. its just . . . weird at first glance, you know?

something else ive noticed specifically with fanfic and its adjacent content, is little headcanons and blurbs almost always do better nowadays than ficlets or full fics. maybe its attention span, or just the small amount of time people have to invest in reading and scrolling. its much easier to engage with a three paragraph thing then a full fledged piece. which, can also be frustrating sometimes when those get more attention. but it is what it is!

i guess i also have to rememeber not everyone follows me strictly for fanfic reasons. i do post general ghost content outside of that, obviously! and fanfic isnt always everyones thing either.

thank you for your kindess in giving your thoughts ♡

#ask #flower anon

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smolcuriouskitten · 29 days

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A soft yawn left the witches lips as she hums to herself, dancing along with the music playing in her apartment. She was planning to have Sheldon over for the day, happy to be home even after the long touring process. Even if they were both growing into this thing called a relationship, she had a good feeling about it despite how long its been.

They started talking 3 years ago and still havent had intimacy. She didnt mind it though, she hasnt had a good experience with a man in a very long time, so when Sheldon came along, she was genuinely surprised. She will admit for the first few dates and months of their relationship or growth with getting to know each other as he called it, she waited for something to drop.

Was he an asshole? A cheater? Abusive? Anything she experienced in the past? She remembers how confused he was with her flinching the first time he hugged her. The way he reacted, immediately apologizing and rambling about the scientific positive effects of hugs brought tears to her eyes. Its been history ever since.

She was happy to be with Sheldon, everything was normal and she didnt have to worry about much. Well, as normal can get with an intelligent man such as Sheldon. He was predictable though, his routine never changed and he was just himself. Hell, she was making him his favorite and he was coming over to watch the Star Trek movie series with her, what could go wrong?

Hearing those 3 knocks and her name being called, she plates the food and answers the door with a bright smile on her face.

"Hi my love! How have you-"

"You are in BIG trouble."

A pause. A few blinks. Sheldon's face was curled up in a way of fury and Rockelle could only look at him confused.

"Did I mess with your spot crease again? I dont rememeber-"

"My comic books."

"Oh yeah! I picked one up the other day because Kimchi was trying to mess with it. What about it?"

"Rockelle."

Now Sheldon was mild mannered, sarcastic most days. Angry and Sheldon were not words you would associate with each other, so this was surprising. Her look of confusion was turned to a look of concern.

"I...Im sorry, I know Kimchi isnt supposed to be in your room, let alone me but-"

"So your dog was in my room, invading my space, AND frolicking in my comic books?! I knew something felt off with my Flash issue 73! There...There were finger prints and even toothmarks on my book! Ms. Simmonds, you are in need of a proper penalty, this is unacceptable!" He fusses and Rockelle looks around the room confused.

Did someone switch Sheldon when she wasnt looking? Shes never seen him so angry before. She knew she wasnt supposed to go in his room and she felt horrible knowing Kimchi invaded his space as well. "Im sorry dear...I was napping in your room and Kimchi wanted to join me. I should have brought him home, Im so sorry."

Sheldon's eyes softened when looking at her, letting out a sigh. "I suppose its fine. Just dont let him....in my room again. I can get another issue of that, at least he wasnt in one of my 'mint' stashes of books." He replied then she steps closer, opening her arms. "Can....can we hug it out or is that a part of the punishment?" Rockelle asks with her bottom lip poked out, pouting at him.

He looked offended, making a face at her. "Why no, of course not. I actually enjoy your touch, I wont deprive myself of that, even if I am upset." He answers, letting out a small puff of air as she rushes to hug him, murmuring little apologies as she held onto his shirt tightly. "Hey hey hey. Its okay. I just...I prefer my stuff not to be bothered in ways I dont like. Not to mention, you touched my comics without the designated gloves and I hate seeing finger prints on Harry Allen's face." He said, holding her close, rubbing her back.

"You arent mad at me?" She asks, looking up at him with a head tilt. "I cant stay mad at you. Even if my comic book smells like dog drool." She gently taps his face and pouts. "Hey. If you like, during this punishment, you take out your anger on me." She responds and Sheldon raises a brow. "Isnt that...abbrasive? I mean, anger is subjective, what if my anger is too much for you to handle? What about if I use my disappointment to fuel this instead?" He asks then she chuckles and nods.

"If it helps you. Speaking of which, what is this punishment?" She asks, tapping her chin. "Am I not allowed to watch something? Do something? The suspense is killing me." She whines and Sheldon shakes his head. "No no, that's a bit much. I think we should take it old school, thats always best." He said, leading her to the couch and having a seat.

"Old school...Old school..." Rockelle repeats, trying to think of a punishment that wasnt considered to be absurd or abusive by todays standards. "I dont have frozen peas if we are going that old school." She responds then Sheldon looks at her confused. "I am not going to make you eat frozen peas, thats cruel and unusual punishment. Not to mention it would feel like trying to chew jawbreakers." He answers then she returns the confused gaze before she shakes her head, gently holding his hand. "Well, if it isnt that, what are you thinking?"

"I am going to spank you." Sheldon responded blanky and she almost choked on air. "E-excuse me?" She responds and she turns red in the face. "Spank you. Its an old school punishment which a person must lay over the others knees and-" Sheldon explains before Rockelle interrupts. "No no, I know what it is, I just didnt expect that. O-okay." She squeaks, moving to lay over his knees.

"Are you comfortable with that? I can come up with something else, reading Geology since I cant tolerate it sounds like a nice idea as well." He responds and she shakes her head. "No no, this is okay. I...I been a bad girl and I need to be punished." She murmurs, closing her eyes as she prepared for the first hit. "Good choice, I would rather not touch that disgusting thing." He shudders as he lifts his hand for the smack.

*SMACK*

She yelped at the impact, covering her mouth. She was feeling something she never felt before and damn did it feel good. This wasnt painful, his hits didnt feel harsh...how did he manage to be so gentle despite doing something so lewd? As her mind raced with many thoughts, it quieted down with the next impact.

*SMACK*

Now this time instead of a yelp, she giggles at the hit, moving her hips. "Again please." She says and Sheldon raises a brow. "You arent supposed to be enjoying a penalty." He scolds and she bites her lip. "Oh no, I am so sorry, this is the way I cope with punishments. Maybe you should do it harder to teach me a lesson." She chirps, her tone sarcastic and Sheldon shrugs. "If it makes you enjoy this less, I will do it harder." His hand raised again.

*SMACK SMACK*

Another giggle left her lips as she felt his hand come down, a lustful smile on her lips. Oh she could get used to this.

"Count them for me, I want to make sure I dont go over 20."

"Yes daddy."

"What?!"

"What?"

@sheldoney @unsheldony

#i think too much; {drabbles}#brainiac and performer; {Sheldon and Rocky}#{Rocklon}

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twilightarcade · 10 months

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What is the best/most recent/most interesting (up to you!) Dream youve had that you can somewhat rememeber?

OK SO. my dreams are somewhat all over the board. Either bleeding into reality (this is annoying as hell and really fucks with me sometimes), being mildly off the walls (Things Occurring in rapid succession with no clear reason or logic), or something really silly we're not geting into. Generally this is more of a spectrum however (imagine an xyz plane of borderline reality to clearly never happened, off the walls things happening to basic and understandable narrative, and silly to not silly). Last night's dream for example lands on the slightly silly, would be near reality if not for the batshit plot.

MORE UNDER CUT IDFJFT HOW LOMG IT SHOUDL BE BEFORE I CUT IT BUT I LOOKED AT IT LIKE HM. THATS LONG.

THAT SAID. We aren't talking about lasts night dream sorry babe (BABE REFFERINGTO THE DREAM). I DO however have a few assorted dreams that I've tucked under the "try not to forget because they were of interest" category (they're living in my brain right next to the dreams that I won't forget.) I may or may not have talked about them before, but we have the reoccurring power rangers plot, the dragon under the Italian restaurant dream, THEN THIS ONE DREAM.

power rangers plot. Alright. Basically, I'm generally at my house or my childhood home (feels dramatic to say it like that), and like. Things start occurring. Ranging from me getting evicted to there being fighting outside for no good reason. Regardless of the case, I get contacted by none other than the power rangers. For some reason, I have the morphin crystal whatevers in my possession and I need to go fight whatever evil is occurring directly outside my home (they want to steal the crystals. Obviously.) I, a power ranger, go fight them, nearly die a bunch of times (can't actually die I'm a power ranger. Duh.) And inevitably wake up with no real. Conclusion.

DRAGON DREAM. Had this dream when I was a kid (I forget exact age) and fell absolutely in love like I thought about this dream so much I expanded the world and made more characters and plot lines to fit in and everything. I tried sooo hard to have this dream again just so I could make my dreams (thoughts???) a reality (dream.?) I don't think I ever managed to. Very basic plot summary is: restaurant is advertising dragon slides, huge room with dragon, one real, one clearly fake, dragon advertised as hyper realistic replica, dragon is real and literally eating people. I fell. Absolutely in love with this concept. Thought about it for days on end. There was even this "plot"??? Where people were divided over whether they hated and wanted to kill the dragon or wanted to continue living under the dragon in fear (dragon was orchestrating the whole thing in this plotline and threatened to eat anyone who disagreed) and I don't think that plotline ever actually reached a conclusion.

ANYWAYS DROPPING THAT FOR NOW umm. There's a lot of like. People from my dreams I think about a bit. There was this one particularly fucked up dream I'm not getting into, and there's this one lady I think about a bit. She was a deeply saddened individual to say the least and I wish her the best. There's potato the white lab (maybe?) who I kind of love and would do anything for (he got lost then I found him. Ignoring the rest of the dream. Obama was there.) Who wasn't there for like half the dream and wasn't even my dog. There's the awkward host from dragon dream. Absolute loser. A few days ago we had the lesbians that blocked my way to the drinking fountain because they were making out and i didnt want to bother them (this dream had an absolutely unfollowable plot too.)

ALSO shout out to all those silly dreams that appealed to my fears. Generally those have the most solid plotline which is mildly annoying. Honestly I don't really need their help to be scared thanks I do that to myself enough though. I'm still not sure if the screwdriver thing was from a dream or just a really stupidly active imagination because well! It's certainly active. Just don't know why that in particular really stuck with me.

I think we would be here all day if I ever got to talk about everything I remember in depth </3

#askstag #JUMPING UP AND DOWN HI #I've gotten into the habit of writing down my dreams on rare occasion. Not anything serious just the random stuff #ALSO SPEAKING OF SOMEWHAT REOCCURING DREAMS RECENTLY THERE'S BEEN THIS BEACH.#my cousin is always there.#and im always like. A better version of myself #The me that kept in contact with her and formed a deep connection with her carrying on that “you've known each other since childhood” thing #I'm. Really bad at connecting with people currently #I absolutely despise it and would easily list it as one of the worst traits but I've tried so incredibly hard to be this guy I'm not and it #just. won't work. in theory sure yeah I think it should work but it flies out the window in actual practice because. deep fear.#'uhh yeah btw what if everyone hates you. Wouldn't that be funny. They dont want to talk to you right now and any degree of sincerity will #get you shot. yea lol good luck' like what if you didnt. Go talk to people like a normal person.

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