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bahoreal · 1 year

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"i need a bigger sample size" lmaoooo

IM FULL OF REGRET I WANTED LIKE 100 MORE PEOPLE THIS IS CARNAGE

#and cause you CANT EDIT POSTS WITH POLLS i cant like. turn replies off or anything #my only choice is to delete the post which i am considering #its what ive done every other time my posts have got above 10k notes ndbshsbs #i have like 10 anons telling me about their hair habits. everyone is telling me im going bald.#i feel like shrek with a bunch of random fairytale creatures in his swamp. whot are ye doin in my swamp!!!

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vriendenboekjes · 2 years

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shrek rave?????

#just scrolled past it SO funny #W WHAT ARE YOU DOIN IN MY SWAMP *beat drop*#🪐

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fluffytriceratops · 9 months

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𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 - 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐨 [𝐛𝐚𝐲𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞]

notes: mikey's reaction to y/n pulling him in for a kiss by his belt. here you are, here's your food. i hope you enjoy! raphies next~~

click here to read leo's ver.

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warnings: mature language, nsfw mentions/sexual themes.

tags: @thelaundrybitch @turtle-babe83 @leosgirl82 @rheawritesforfun @s-s-ironnie @post-apocalyptic-daydream @mysticboombox @drowninghell @lec743 @raphielover @raphslovemuffin80 @squirrelfurs @bibiz82 @pheradream-15 @kikithedreamerwriter @m1dnyt3-w0lf @scholastic-dragon @moonsua1

(if you wish to be tagged in my future tmnt related work, feel free to lemme know and i'll happily tag you!)

i love you all sm! have a lovely day/night! i'm sending you the very many virtual hugs!! <33

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- eyes would widen visibly and face would immediately be swamped in a smirk.

- "oh ho ho, watcha doin' there mama?" he'd coo. grabbing for your bum and giving it a hearty squeeze.

- you'd lean up and brush your lips against his own teasingly.

- giving him a sly smile before slipping away from him.

- "oh no you don't-" before you get the chance to take more than a single step, his hands find you and suddenly you're pressed against his chest again.

- this time mikey places his lips firmly against your own.

- you melt into the kiss and he uses this chance to slide his tongue into your mouth.

- he slips his hands underneath your ass and lifts you up, instinctively you wrap your legs around him.

- when you both pull away from the kiss, panting heavily, he presses his forehead against your own. beaming at you cheekily.

- "do that again, and i'll have to take you to the bedroom." he'd shrug. "not that I'm complaining."

- your eyebrows would raise and a teasing smile would crawl onto your lips.

- "shall we put that to the test, michelangelo?"

- hearing his full name caused him to visibly shiver and he churred.

- if you were alone, he'd take you there, not even bothering to go as far as the bedroom. there was no time for that.

- but if you weren't, he'd take you to his room (or a room void of other people).

- neither of you were quiet.

- and if there were people around, they'd leave so quickly because they knew exactly what was happening.

- he'd praise you left and right, his mouth would never leave you. whether he was kissing your body or your lips. both were good.

- your skin would be littered with bruises from his hands, his mouth, etc.

- not that you minded~

- you'd praise him in return, with your words and your actions.

- he was probably louder than you were.

- but you loved to hear his moans.

- "fuck baby-" was heard A LOT.

- mikey is very submissive and breedable. 👁🫦👁👌✨

- and once you were finished, mikey gave the best after care.

- kisses and snuggles and comfort food. watching a comfort movie/show.

- and you'd probably fuck a few more times after that too.

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pricesbeltbuckle · 4 months

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Just wanna ride price that's it, that's all, he deserves it I deserve it

"Rough day?" - John Price

Pairing: Husband! John Price x Wife! Fem reader

Warnings: P in V no condom, Lingere, Riding, After Care?

It had been a rough day for him. He had been swamped in paperwork today at work and was just overall stressed so when it was time to go home he couldn’t wait to hit the hay and just pass out on your shared bed.

Or so he thought…

Once he walked inside his house taking off his shoes and you came to the door to greet him he wrapped an arm around you weakly. “Hey Lovie. M'a little tired think I’m gonna take a nap.” “Tough day at work?” “Mhm, care to join me?” That’s exactly when you got a brilliant idea.

“Oh definitely give me 5 minutes okay?” “Can’t promise I’ll still be awake sweetheart but alright.” He spoke up to you as he pressed a lazy kiss to your forehead and walked up stairs to your bedroom to change into comfortable clothes and lay down.

And you? You ran off into the bathroom for your nice surprise. You had a nice G-string black thong on and a lacey black bra on you then put a little silky robe over yourself and ran to your bedroom.

“You seem excited to just take a nap Lovie, but are you gonna wear that robe to bed or do you have pajamas underneath it?” Is all you heard from your half-lidded husband who was laying in your shared bed in just his boxers. You didn’t answer and instead just took off your robe and laid under the blankets next to him. “You could say I have pajamas on.” “Hm? Are they new?” He asked you softly as he turned around and wrapped his arms around you noticing how bare you are he moved his hands around. “Hm…What are you wearing sweetheart?”

“See for yourself.” And as soon as you spoke up, he pulled the covers down and saw what covered you. “Holy fuckkk. You trying to kill me, Lovie?” He whispered to you as he pulled you up onto his lap

“Well..No I was just thinking you had a rough day so I could take care of you instead of you putting in all the work I figured you could just relax.” You sat on top of his lap as you took off your bra leaving your top half bare. He looked at you confused but then let you take full control as you pulled down his boxers and took off your panties he gripped your hips.

“What’cha doin sweetheart?” “Shh..Just enjoy it.” He looked at you confused then his eyes rolled into the back of his head when you lifted yourself up then lowered yourself right onto his cock. “Jesus-I don’t think I got the energy baby-” “No no, I’ll do all the work just relax.” You said to him softly as he hugged your waist with his arms and you wrapped your arms around his neck and started slowly rocking back and forth.

He groaned out in pleasure and hugged your waist tighter trying to tell you to go faster and you obliged. “Mm right there-fuckkk-Lovie that's it.” He kept groaning and babbling things to you as you kept riding him and you loved every second of it. Watching all the stress leave his body as pleasure and relaxation took over him.

You lazily kissed him on the lips as he slipped in some tongue. You started to bounce a little and that made him feral. He gripped so hard on your hips you know you’d have bruises tomorrow. But that was a later issue and all you focused on now is making sure your husband was pleased.

“M’gonna..” “Go ahead.” And just on cue he finished inside you lazily as you did the same. “Mm…Thank you for that Lovie.” He looked at you in your post-orgasam phase as you leaned onto his chest and nodded at him.

“You gonna hop off my cock lovie or are you just gonna stay there?” He chuckled to himself and then realized you fell asleep.He lifted you off gently and stroked your hair. He placed a gentle kiss to your forehead and fell asleep with you.

THISSSS was so much fun to write thank you<3!!!

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jungle-angel · 1 month

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A Boy And His Critters (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: You and Bob think your oldest child might be an animal whisperer

Warnings: Mentions of birth, pregnancy, cuteness overload etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse @callmemana @attapullman @withahappyrefrain @bobfloydsbabe

It was late in the afternoon in early spring, on a day when the hawthorn trees in your yard had just begun to bud and flower. Your birdfeeder already had more than enough visitors, your three cats, Freya, Thor and Pumpkin, having eyed them from the living room window. Already there had been fifteen calf births within the last two days with Bob, his father and his brothers and sisters having to wake at some ungodly hour to help with the births.

You were in the living room of your home in Montana, the soft Disney piano music playing from the speaker on your laptop. Bob lay on the spread out quilt on the living room floor, one pillow under his head and the other under his tummy while he gently rocked Baby Rudy in his little baby hammock. The sun streamed through the windows as you sat close to your husband and baby, the other three outside with their grandparents or aunts and uncles while you were busy carding the freshly shorn sheep's wool from the week before. You set aside your brushes and quickly took a snapshot of the sweet sight, hoping to add it to the photo album later.

You heard a loud meow and felt that familiar bushy tail brushing against you, looking down to find Thor rubbing against you. "You need a good brushing," you chuckled, teasing him with the carding combs.

"S'it the cat again?" Bob mumbled with a yawn.

"Yep," you answered, getting back to your work. "Rudy asleep?"

"Mmmhmm," Bob answered. "M'gonna go see if Dad needs help and come back for a nap."

Bob rose from his spot and kissed you before heading out to the barn to see if his father needed any help. "Hey sleepyhead!" the older Floyd greeted, tipping his black cowboy hat a little.

"Hey Dad," Bob answered sleepily. "Everything good?"

"Yeah everything's lookin good," Joe answered. "The hands have it all down so we don't have to worry until the spring auction. The baby go to sleep?"

"Just went down for a nap," Bob yawned. "I think I might too, my eyes are starting to itch."

Bob and his father conversed back and forth, totally unaware at first of the clanking of a metal bucket and the hurried footsteps of five year old Auggie.

"Bud?" Bob asked when he finally saw. "Whatcha doin?"

"Nothin Daddy," Auggie chirped.

"Doesn't look like nothin," Joe chuckled.

"I gotta go milk the cows, Papa!" Auggie announced.

Joe and Bob were humored to say the least, more so when they saw Smokey, the crotchety old rooster weaving his way in and out from between Auggie's legs. They followed behind him to make sure he didn't get into trouble, when he approached the female dairy cow that Joe and Irene had taken in, singing in his chirpy little voice, one of the farm songs he had learned in his kindergarten class at the so-called "hippie school" he attended with the other Dagger children.

"Holy shit," Joe chuckled. "Get a load of this Bobby."

Bob was thunderstruck when he saw the old bat following Auggie into the barn with Smokey still clucking away between his little cowboy boots. Normally it would take two or three of the hands to lead her in, but here was Auggie, five years old and barely up to his father's hips, leading her into the stall with no issues.

"Un......believable," Bob laughed.

"How the fuck does this kid do it?" Joe wondered out loud, a broad smile on his face at the sight of his grandson.

Bob quickly pulled out his phone and began recording, hoping to be able to show the others when they had a chance to come by. Auggie chirped away as he milked the cow until a startled moo came from her.

"Sorry Peach, but that's what Daddy does to Mommy and it works."

Bob stifled a squawk in his throat but not before Auggie began yelling at him in his best Shrek voice.

"AYE! GET OUT ME FUCKIN SWAMP!!!!!"

"August Robert!" Bob laughed.

Auggie hurried over but Bob was in too good a mood to discipline his son. "Sorry for using a dirty word, Daddy," he apologized.

Bob picked his son up and kissed his cheek, Auggie's glasses falling slightly off the bridge of his nose. "I'm glad you said sorry, but Daddy should remember the rule the he and Mommy put into place."

When Bob was able to go back inside, he showed you the video including the one of Auggie's Shrek impression.

"You'd think he was an animal whisperer by the way Smokey follows him around," you laughed.

"Sometimes I like to think so sweetheart," Bob yawned as he lay on the couch.

You set aside your carding combs and the wool, covering Bob with the spring quilt and snuggling in beside him, the two of you proud as ever of Auggie.

#robert bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #robert bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x you #robert bob floyd x you #bob floyd x y/n #robert bob floyd x y/n #top gun maverick

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thedailybullshit · 1 year

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RDR2 Incorrect Quotes pt. 31

Bessie: Oh, you’re such a handsome young man! Can you give us a big smile?

Little John, who had a shitty childhood & doesn’t know how: 😬

Bessie: Oh! Ah - please don’t do that again. Ok-

Thomas the Swamp Boatman: You people have issues.

Arthur: Well of course I have issues!

Dutch: *drowning Bronte*

Arthur, pointing to him: THAT’S MY FUCKIN’ FATHER!!!

Arthur: Hey man, whatcha doin’? Whatcha up to?

Francis Sinclair: Nothin’ big. Just, uh, practicing my time traveling. So-

Arthur: Sorry, did you say time traveling? Like traveling-through-time time traveling?!?!?

Francis: In fact, the love of your life is gonna walk through that door in three, two, one-

Charles, opening door: Hey, I’m sorry, is this - is this the therapy session?

Arthur: The love of my life is a man?!?

Francis: . . . Oh, have we not gotten to that part yet?

Micah: It’s sad to see you slowing down, Cowpoke. Tell me, is it the TB?

Arthur: Maybe it is the tuberculosis. But then how pathetic are you? That you can’t best me at my worst!

Dutch: The money is what I want. That is where my loyalties lie. That is what my priority is!

Hosea: Not the person who raised your children?

Dutch: Don’t bring the boys into this.

Hosea: Alright. NOT THE MAN YOU MARRIED?!?!?

Dutch: I REFUSE TO BE BLAMED ANY LONGER FOR THIS GROTESQUE MISALLIANCE!!!!

Arthur: I don’t talk about feelings, Hosea. I don’t have any, I’ve never seen one. I’m a night-stalking, train-robbing outlaw, and a campfire tune-singing machine. I don’t feel anything emotionally except for rage - twenty-four-seven, three-sixty-five, at a million percent. And if you think that there’s something behind that, then you’re crazy. Goodnight Hosea!

Hosea: Arthur, it’s morning.

Arthur, looking into the sun bc he didn’t realize: Hsssssssssaahhhhh!!!

Young John: I have a question.

Young Hosea: Alright, shoot.

Young John: *shoots the ceiling* Alright can I ask it now?

Mr. Grimshaw: If I were a gardener, I’d put our two-lips together.

Susan: Aw, thank you!

Dutch: If I were a gardener, you’d be my Ho.

Hosea: Thanks.

Hosea: It must be so nice to be rich instead of, say, having to develop a personality.

Mrs. Braithwaite: Shut up, Matthews.

Hosea: Buy my silence, Catherine.

Charles: I have this strange urge to do something stupid.

Arthur: I’m stupid, do me.

Charles:

The Gang:

Arthur: I said that out loud.

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #reddeadredemption2 #reddead #bessie matthews #john marston #little john marston #arthur morgan #dutch van der linde #francis sinclair #charles smith #micah bell #hosea matthews #susan grimshaw #charthur #vandermatthews #incorrect rdr2 quotes #incorrect quotes #500

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quindread · 11 months

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Constanstine starts acting sober on important missions/meetings for the JLD; he has a sanity-potion dealer

Zatanna reports this odd behavior to Batman, they interrogate him when his veins are swamped with alcohol.

C: … I-I know what yer doin’ [hiccups]

Z: We care for your well-being. You have bouts of sobriety that you seem to have control over.

B: Are you on something new?

C: M’yeah… is called a pwoz—piss—poise! Poise potion, yeah das it!

B: And who makes this “Poise” potion?

C: My dealah, my busniz. G’way! [stumbles out the door]

Z: … That went as well as expected.

Sober Constantine is actually more reasonable. Batman catches him after a meeting.

B: [observes his brushed hair and very high-quality, new trench coat] You’re sober… Congratulations?

C: Uhuh. Did you need something? I have some business elsewhere.

B: With your dealer?

C: [affronted] Wha—Who in their right bloody mind would dare call Celest that?

B: You did.

C: ….

B: Who’s Celest?

C: Oh, fuck me!

Constantine gives him an address - it’s in Milan, Lombardy (Region of Italy). He specifically instructs him to come as a civ along with Red Hood and Robin with the threat that he will erase their memories if they so much as go into detective mode.

Bruce Wayne and his two wayward children enters the teahouse and is led by the hostess to a private room. They are served with tea and light snacks that they know even Alfred would more than approve of.

A door opens - they didn’t even know it was one with the way the molding blends into each other seamlessly. And out came one of the most enchanting woman Bruce has ever seen. He’s seen his fair share of attractive females but he has never been star-struck like he should be - as if he were back to his pre-pubescent days.

M: Constantine said you’d be here.

B: [realizes that this person was Constantine’s dealer and was 100% magic] You’re his dealer?

*Jason and Damian who saw the look on their dad’s face snicker at his opening line*

M: [raises and elegant eyebrow at Bruce] And you must be his work associates?

J: Something like that, lady. I’m Jason, kid’s Damian, and the one who can’t stop staring at you is our Dad, Bruce.

*Bruce grumbles and Marinette smirks*

M: I’m Marinette. It’s a pleasure to meet you.

D: [gestures at Bruce] Pleasure is all his, Marinette.

B: [red at the ears] Their Grandfather thought them better, I swear.

M: Mhmm. I guess he didn’t teach them how to not die then?

The guys: ….

Jason gets a more potent version of the potion Constantine consumes - it’s a prescription that he has to come for every month. Damian gets a charm; ear cuffs because he does whatever her wants, a spontaneous orbital piercing is nothing. And Bruce gets Mari’s number.

(Tim also gets forwarded in his fave fashion label’s waitlist from the near thousands to the fourteenth - his first consultation coincides with Jason’s next appointment.)

AN: Some posts/fics call Mari Celestial Guardian. Idk where and when that happened - I have abandoned canon a long time ago. These are all pulled from my days in the maribat blackhole (still kinda stuck there). I basically pulled this out of my archives so they at least get the chance to see the daylight.

Addressing Brucinette: I have a whole re-written MLB plot in my archives where everything is more brutal and the miraculous aren’t actual pieces of accessories. Like there’s an initiation to the order and stuff like that. I normally don’t enjoy aging up characters in crossovers but Brucinette just works. I have a secretary AU somewhere (it’s tragic and I’m considering scrapping it if I find it). And I also have deep-rooted issues that wants me to write Good!Dad Bruce who has Mari breathing down his neck when he so much as raises his voice at his children (Muminette/Mominette is another breed scary). And those tropes where Mari sees right through Brucie? Has a second sense for the when the batkids are in/causes trouble? Love those. I WILL FIGHT FOR THIS SHIP. (Jk people are free to dislike this. I get it.)

#mlb x dc #john constantine #batkids #bruce wayne #justice league dark #maribat

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rosewaterandivy · 9 months

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c'mon barbie, let's go party

summary: steve harrington learns to embrace his kenergy with a little help from his friends.

a/n: in honor of barbenheimer today, please enjoy steve's newfound kenergy in the kids aren't alright cinematic universe. that being said, you can absolutely read this as a stand alone too! i'm seeing barbie later tonight, so mentions of the plot are vague and culled from the teasers and trailers - any and all mistakes are my own! feel free to yell at me in about this in my ask box et al. i'm at the tattoo shop for the foreseeable future and need some enrichment in my enclosure. Reblogs, feedback, and likes are appreciated - reposting is not. Enjoy! 💜

p.s. sneaky peak at eddie and his gf from my upcoming series notes on a scene 👀

steve had it all planned out - made the appointment himself and triple-checked that your schedule was clear for the day. circled it on the communal calendar in the kitchen double-feature: barbenheimer.

the group chat had been made aware and eddie's girlfriend, inexplicably known as princess, had taken it upon herself to buy tickets for the gang, therefore dictating the order in which the films would be seen (film teachers, am i right?). oppenheimer first, which steve would suffer through - historical films were always difficult for him to get through due to the anachronisms, and ending with the pièce de résistance: barbie.

you were swamped with grad school classes (having applied over the spring and started your courses this past summer) and steve wanted to treat you to something nice and relaxing. and a trip to the nail salon would have been just the thing, if not for eddie & princess crashing it.

luckily, you didn't seem to mind and were happily ensconced in your chair waiting on your nail tech. you'd brought your own color, because you're picky like that, and let steve, and then eddie and his girlfriend (out of necessity), sort through your collection too.

he'd settled on something called a midsummer's dream from that one brand you liked (there seemed to be a package from them every few weeks or so), thinking it would compliment your choice of arcade monster quite nicely; a little sweet and a little sour.

"manicure and pedicure?" the woman at the front desk had asked. steve clarified that the mani/pedi would be for the ladies, while eddie and himself would just get the pedicures. though the chipped black polish on ed's nails was becoming unsightly.

but despite doing so, steve somehow found himself moved from the pedi bath over to a nail table and seated right next to you. you looked up from your reading (Prisoners of Geography by Tim Marshall, steve's suggestion) and quirked a brow. "whatcha doin'?"

"sitting here, i guess."

you smirk, "sure thing, babe," and go back to your book.

so when a well-meaning woman grabs his hand and places it in a bowl of water while asking about his color choice, he doesn't know how to respond. he could've sworn he just said a pedicure for him and eds, but when he looks down the row and finds eddie in rapt conversation with his nail tech about god knows what as she removes his chipped black polish, he's no longer quite as sure.

"psst."

he looks over to you, seeing an ill-attempt to repress your laughter. "you don't have to get a polish if you don't want to." and it's sweet, you're sweet for thinking of him and his comfort when this was supposed to be all about you and yours.

steve shrugs, "might as well at this point," and hands her the bottle of pinky-blue iridescent polish.

you tuck your chin toward your chest with a grin, teeth flashing bright against the pink of your lips. "a very nice use of kenergy, steve. gosling would be proud."

💅💅💅

your nails flash green-gold in the sun, a nice contrast against the magenta base polish. you’re sipping from a s’mores milkshake from the ice cream parlor after the nail appointment, eddie having spied it a few stores down.

("it's too hot to argue, harrington," eddie groused, but not before grabbing steve's hands to examine his manicure. "dude, that color is sick on you!")

“s’nice color honey,” steve says, pausing to drink from the milkshake when you passed it over to him. the cool blend of chocolate and marshmallows with graham cracker chunks hits his tongue as you send a deilvish wink his way.

“thanks baby,” your tongue glides against the full of your bottom lip, collecting a bit of chocolate. checking to see that eddie and princess are out of earshot, you pull him in by the belt loops.

“think they’ll look as nice wrapped around your cock later?” you rasp, voice dropping to a low whisper.

steve shudders at the husky sound of your voice and nearly chokes on the milkshake in response, flustered and blushing. your laughter rings out in the afternoon heat, as bright as the sun shining above.

you kiss him for good measure, lips cool and sweet, before catching up to eddie and his girlfriend a few paces ahead. and all steve can do is watch after you, struck dumb by his girl with her quick tongue and wicked words.

he gets it later that evening seeing barbie when they say: “she’s barbie, and he’s just ken.”

you did not tell a lie when you said to princess all those months ago, that ken would end up being steve’s ‘literally me’ character. truthfully, he’s just glad to end up with his dreamgirl.

and yeah, your nails looked just as pretty later that night. as did his when you fell apart on his fingers. a flash of blue in the dim light when his hands dug into the soft flesh of your hips— you coming with a ragged cry on his cock, face buried against the pillows of your bed.

steve may be “just ken” but he wouldn’t trade it for the world. not when he’s got a barbie like you.

#steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things fanfic #the kids aren’t alright rosewaterandivy #steve harrington smut

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forgetminot · 6 months

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Paranormal

✿ Arthur Morgan x Gn!reader ✿

Warnings : ghosts, a little spooky, nothing else.

Word Count : 527

Authors Note : I'm back from the dead and just in time for spoopy season, so enjoy this short story based on the ghost of Agnes Dowd from rdr2 (very interesting I'd recommend looking it up!)

Summary : You seek help after getting lost in the swamps and come across a young lady.

You sigh deeply with relief as you push a sharp branch aside, walking closer to the person ahead of you. "Excuse me?" You call out, holding your lantern up into the misty night sky. "I'm sorry to be a bother, but I'm lost- could you help me?" You ask hastily, observing the lady as you wait for her to answer; her back is turned to you, her long white hair flowing down to her waist. "Ma'am?" You take a few more steps forward and lift your spare hand out slowly towards the woman's fair skinned shoulder.

"There you are!" You jump, bringing your hand back down to your side and turn on your heel to face the voice coming from behind you.

"Christ, Arthur!" You breathe deeply. "You scared me..." He chuckles at your reaction, raising his brow in confusion.

"What are you doin' all the way out here?" He asks, his eyes darting around both your surroundings.

"I was bored- back at camp." You reply. "I went a bit too far, lost my way and I was just asking this lady for-" You pause, eyes wide as you turn around. "-help."

"You fall and hit your head or something?" Arthur asks.

You ignore his remark as you stare at the ground in front of you. "There was a lady, right here!" You point in confusion and turn back to face Arthur. "I swear."

"Alright, if you say so." He nods, coughing awkwardly.

"You didn't see her?" You ask in disbelief. "She was right here!" You turn once more, looking through the forest for any sign of the woman. Maybe Arthur was right, maybe you had fallen and suffered a small concussion, maybe you imagined the lady in hopes of finding your way home. You shake your head back and forth. "I think I've gone mad." You mumble to yourself.

"I could have told you that a long time ago." You scowl at Arthur as he stands beside you. "Look, it's a dark night you can hardly see from all this mist." He motions with his hands. "Probably just your eyes playin' tricks on you."

"Come back to me. Come back to me..."

You turn suddenly, grabbing Arthur by the arm. "You heard that, right?" You whisper.

"I uh- I definitely heard something." He responds blankly, looking down at your hand tightly gripping his arm.

"I miss you. I miss you so much."

You almost jump a mile, losing your footing as you stumble backwards. Arthur reacts quickly, placing his arm around your waist to steady you. "Okay, that's enough of that." He whistles loudly, his horse bounding towards you. "Let's get you back to camp and away from the weird lady in the woods." You nod, taking Arthur's hand as he offers it to you and pull yourself up onto his horse. You take one last look around the marsh and there she stands, standing tall next to a tree, her white dress flowing in the wind. You place your hands around Arthur's waist and the woman speaks once more, her voice fading into the distance as you ride away along the dirt path.

"I'm waiting for you. I'm waiting."

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themswritinwords · 3 months

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Did I miss the wagon on poorly described WIP/project polls?

Too bad, I'm doin one anyway.

#writeblr #original writing #wip #creative writing #fiction #urban fantasy #writing #poll #writers of tumblr #tumblr polls #wips

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mysteryshoptls · 1 year

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SSR Azul Ashengrotto Tsumsitter Personal Story: Part 1

"A Moment with Azultsum I"

Part 1 (Part 2) (Part 3)

[Mostro Lounge – VIP Room]

Azul: Fufu, I feel as though I've gained a greater understanding of this Tsum's cooking and decision-making skills…

Azul: And now that I've finished placing the additional preorders… I suppose I should start heading back towards the Lounge.

[Mostro Lounge]

Azul: Wh-What is going on!? The Mostro Lounge is completely packed!

Azul: It was well within my calculations that we'd have an increase in customers with the Tsum here, but… How has this happened so quickly in such a short amount of time…?

Savanaclaw Student: Hey, can't we get a seat yet?

Pomefiore Student: Hurry up, I wanna see that cute thing I keep hearing about.

[chattering]

Azul: The queue even extends outside the Lounge?

Azul: Hm? That's…

[Azultsum bounces around]

Azul: While I was off ordering supplies and ingredients…

Azul: The Tsum was instructed to stay near the storefront as our adorable mascot.

Azul: What are Jade and Floyd doing, allowing it to roam around as it pleases?

[Azultsum nudges a student]

Azul: The Tsum is pressing one of the Lounge's menus onto a customer?

Heartslabyul Student: H-Hey, stop it. If you keep trying to forcibly push me like that…

Heartslabyul Student: There's no way I'd be able to not order anything! You're too cute!

Azul: What?

Heartslabyul Student: Excuse meee! I'd like to order! Can I get a refill of my drink, and… Also a dessert!

Azul: What in the…

Floyd: Ohhh? Hey, it's Azul. What're you doin' just standing around while we're runnin' around all busy?

Jade: Oh, you've returned. I hadn't noticed due to our little café being much more swamped than usual.

Azul: Jade, Floyd, what is happening here?

Jade: I think you can clearly see what exactly is happening here.

[Azultsum presses a menu against another student]

Scarabia Student: Ah, yeah. The way you push that up against me like that…

Scarabia Student: It's too cute, dammit! Bring me another drink―

Jade: We've had customer after customer become simply enthralled by how the Tsum eagerly presses the menus onto them with its tiny body…

Jade: Everyone is placing orders left and right, like you wouldn't believe.

Floyd: Yeah, and it's 'cause of that I'm super tired.

Floyd: And if we left Jade's Tsum out on the main floor, it'd prolly just ransack the place, so we had to put it to work in the kitchen.

Jade: That Tsum was so eager to assist us out here, too. It seemed so disappointed that its helping hand was slapped away.

Jade: But putting that aside, if we continue at this pace, we expect our sales to increase by 5 times the usual amount.

Azul: 5 times!?

Azul: True, when Floyd's Tsum was here last, sales increased threefold. Are you telling me that we've already surpassed that amount?

Azul: I should expect nothing less from a Tsum that bears my likeness. I am elated it has great business acumen…!

Jade: Isn't it quite an astonishing amount?

Azul: Indeed. This is a fantastic outcome! I shall have to heap praise onto that Tsum later!

Azul: If it would continue to generate such high profits like this, I would wish that we could keep my mini-me Tsum here forever.

Azul: Ah, and of course, Jade and Floyd. You've both done a fantastic job.

Azul: The increase in sales is all thanks to the two of you allowing the Tsum to do as it pleases!

Floyd: Ahah. It's so rare for you to openly and honestly compliment us like this. Must've been super happy, huh.

Jade: I'm honored by your praise. Incidentally, Azul, would you allow us to suggest something?

Azul: Suggest what?

Jade: We would like to entrust the ownership of the Mostro Lounge to the Tsum.

Jade: That is, in your stead

Azul: Wh-What!?

Part 1 (Part 2) (Part 3)

Requested by @pianostarinwonderland and @symphonyprincessuta.

#twisted wonderland #twst #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #twst azul #twst jade #twst floyd #twst translation #twst tsum tsum

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skeleboiii84 · 1 year

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any scenarios with the swap bros and an s/o swamped with assignments but couldn't find a reason to continue them? like they loved the course but after a while they got really tired and unmotivated? (Also can I be butterfly anon?)

Ofc! You can darling! My own hellish exams are coming up soon so I'm inspired especially because id love some stretch comfort myself!😌 And I'm not 100 percent sure what you mean by butterfly anon? But suuureee??👀

Unmotivated

Swap bros helping an unmotivated reader headcannons!

Stretch:

Starting off strong with the best boy😌

He'd definitely get worried when he sees you just kinda laying face down on your desk (as anyone would)

He'd pick you up, throw you over his shoulder and carry you to his & your shared room and plop you on the bed

He's getting your favorite blanket, favorite snacks, favorite movie and video games and ordering your favorite take out for later

Once your all cozy he snuggles up behind you pressing sweet skele kisses all along your neck, cheek & collarbone

He'll then shower you in praise like "yer doin' so well honey, keep it up because trust me it's all gonna be worth it, promise", (did I forget to mention how amazing he is-)

He won't let you leave your place of pillows and will literally get anything for you, medicine for your sore head gotcha! Need water sure thing! Cuddles on it honey!

Blue:

No, no no, no he's not letting you overwhelm yourself with assignments he knows the're important but what would it hurt for a mental health day

He's taking you outside to go get coffee at muffets while he holds your hand tightly as he gently kisses your cheek

He constantly reminds you about how hard you work and it's ok to take a break every now and then

He takes you home and makes tacos as he dances to your favorite music with you

"Come on sweet pea! Dance with me!" He'll take your hands and kiss all over your face

After all your dancing he's made his tacos and let's you snuggle time your watching TV show

He's kissing all over "I love you, baby"

#undertalefics #ut au #husbones #headcanon #underswap #stretch #underswap papyrus #strech x reader #underswap papyrus x reader #underswap sans #underswap sans x reader #blue #blue x reader #underswap x reader #fluff #fluffy headcannons

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minecraftbookshelf · 8 months

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What’s the situation with hostile mobs in the marriage of the state AU? I assume the answer is different for night mobs and Illagers/witches, based on what you’ve mentioned before?

So, if nighttime mobs do exist, do they come from somewhere? Or do they just form out of death smoke like they do in the game? Slime is an important codland export, so are slimes different?

And Illagers are probably just another race right? Or is it more of a culture thing? Are villagers also a race distinct from humans? How do the codfolk/mythland interact with the swamp witches, who you mentioned before do exist?

Also this isn’t really related to the main question but I don’t want to make a separate ask; are gems antlers from elven or deer-hybrid ancestry? (Are elves just deer-hybrid fae?)

Wow that’s a lot of questions, your Worldbuilding is really good btw. (And your writing too)

It's low-key kind of scary how you you're batting...three for three? i think? on asking exactly the thing I really want to talk about XD

You would be correct, most of the night mobs are basically wildlife, if incredibly hostile wildlife. Creepers and spiders and such. (Though spiders are sometimes less hostile and more just, doin their own thing and mindin their own business.)

Skeletons and zombies are also not sentient (anymore) and are basically considered large, dangerous pests. Like if cockroaches were human sized and out to ruin your day, specifically. (I'm not sure of their exact origins yet, because I haven't quite decided how I'm adapting my base mcyt mythology for this au)

Spiders are just like real world small spiders as far as "where they come from". Creepers and Slimes are actually similar in origin, n that they are sort of a magical manifestation of an environment. They both kind of...grow? Out of the land. Slimes are a bit pickier about where they grow from.

Slimes can also be farmed (As in livestock, not in the minecraft sense) which they are in the Swamp, where they also grow at a higher rate. They can be fed algae to encourage them to grow, and then split to make smaller slimes, which can be grown in turn.

Creepers just...separate themselves from the land and wander around after dark. Unless they encounter something that causes them to explode. They're generally considered to have about equivalent intelligence of dogs, as far as anyone can tell, and don't seem to be sentient.

Illagers/Villagers are just human/human+. Villagers are usually interpreted as citizens of relevant empires (see, smajor's elves and ldshadowlady's...pastel fish people) while Illagers are a specific culture, mostly based out of the mountains. (This is mostly because I just associate them with mountains because that's where I somehow encounter most of the Pillager Towers I find while playing minecraft.) They are primarily nomadic but do have bases (said towers) and most of them consider the Crystal Cliffs to be their homeland, as much as they have one.

Witches are also humans/hybrids and its a set of abilities and skills and not a species. the Swamp Witches are a specific group who live deep in The Swamp and mainly are fairly isolated, through they do provide council and aid to the other Swamp Dwellers, particularly during the Occupied years, which was when they separated from the majority of the population and went into hiding, when they were targeted by the invaders. The other Swamp Dwellers tend to regard them with cautious respect.

There are also wandering witches, who tend to travel around and either help or harm (based off personal inclination) as they go. Pix is on decently good terms with about half of them, with the other half it is on sight. (Mostly on the part of the witches)

Most Witches do not exist on good terms with Mythland, even a few hundred years down the line. Tensions remain.

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As for Gem's antlers...

:)

So elves are not deer hybrids (or owl hybrids) despite sharing a few physical traits. (and the fae of the Overgrown are not hybrids either, despite frequent resemblances to butterflies and/or cats)

The primary differences are instincts. Fae and fae adjacent people tend to have some physical traits of different animal species, but they aren't actually from the species if that makes any sense. They don't have the animalistic instincts and tendencies any more than they have the human ones, despite resemblances both ways.

Hybrids are actually human+, as I referred to them earlier in this post. All hybrid species started out as humans. They're ultimately the result of the environmental magic of the world (and sometimes meddling from gods and spirits and such). They will have some combination of physical traits and instincts from their additive animal species, to go along with their human ones. They will also have human lifespans and developmental cycles, with a few minor variations here and there.

(But Rain, you say, you made a whole post about Seafolk and their life cycles and development and how its different from humans? Yes because the Seafolk aren't entirely hybrids either. The Deep Oceans have their own variations of fae folk and there was much more intermarriage and cultural crossover there than on Land. But that's another post altogether.)

As for Gem in specific...All I'll say for now is that

A) There is some extant xenophobia against fae races in a lot of majority human kingdoms and half-elven and elvish-descendant individuals often struggle.

B) Gem insisted stoutly her entire childhood that her antlers are because she's a deer hybrid.

C) Deer hybrids have tails.

D) Gem does not have a tail.

#ask and it shall be answered #whoevenknowswhatshappening #marriage of state au #rain rambles #geminitay #pixlriffs #they're the only ones mentioned in here by name so ill leave it at that #long post is long #mos: worldbuilding #mos: ensemble #mos: gem

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From the Snuggles and Hugs prompt list, how about "sharing a blanket" for any CR characters? Hope you feel better soon!

Taking it to my High Seas Hells AU

Imogen stirs as knitted warmth is draped over her shoulders.

“Deanna?” she murmurs, eyes fluttering open.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to wake you. It’s just, it’s getting a bit chilly, and I figured you could use the extra blanket,” Deanna apologetically explains.

“It’s fine,” Imogen waves her off, pulling the blanket securely around her shoulders as she observes the Green Cabin. “Where’s Ashton?”

“On shift at the helm,” Deanna easily replies. “You need them for something?”

“No, no,” Imogen says with a yawn. “Just… wanted to know he wasn’t gettin’ into trouble.”

“With your mom?” Deanna knowingly asks.

Imogen huffs a sigh. “Yeah, with my mom.”

“...I really– I just don’t know what to do with her,” Imogen continues after a few breaths, lamenting. “She’s my momma, but I don’t know her. And honestly, it doesn’t feel like she wants to know me.”

“Oh sweetie, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t know what you’re apologizing for. At least you’re not insisting that your kids be the same as when you left them,” Imogen grumbles sourly. It takes a moment for the words to actually process in her mind, causing her to flinch even as the look of hurt flashes over Deanna’s face.

“‘M sorry. Didn’t mean that. You didn’t choose to leave ‘em. It’s totally different,” Imogen mumbles, eyes averted.

“...You wanna have a real conversation about that?” Deanna tentatively offers. “‘Cause I gotta be honest, seeing you with your estranged, disappeared-before-you-could-really-remember-her mom has really had me thinking about my relationship –or, well, complete lack of one, really– with my kids lately. And I think it would help to sort of hear the other end of it, ya know? For both of us.”

Imogen looks at the nervous gnome before her, one of the most motherly figures she’s ever had in her life, and nods, opening up an arm to invite the smaller woman to join her under the blanket.

Nestled together under the blanket, Deanna begins, “So I know that twenty-five-ish years is way, way less than the two hundred years I was gone, dead. But, it’s still the kind of time in which a kid is going to become an adult, and maybe start a family. Like, I know my kids have their own families now. I’m glad they do. Which I guess is why I feel so weird about walking back into their lives. They’ve made it this far without me, so why should I walk back in and maybe mess things up?”

“...I get that. I think,” Imogen contemplatively says. “I mean, you’re tryin’ to avoid what my momma is doin’: comin’ in here and actin’ like she knows what’s best for me and what kinda changes I should make to get my life ‘on track.’

“…But Deanna, I would love to just have my momma be someone I can get to know, to let her find a spot in my life that I’m not gonna hate. I spent so long as a kid dreamin’ of my momma showin’ up one day. Dreamin’ about how she’d love me, the kind of person she would be.

“Even if she sure as shit ain’t livin’ up to any of it now, considerin’ she just keeps pushin’ me away, sayin’ ‘later. Once my oh-so-important-and-mysterious mission is done,’” Imogen derisively snorts.

“I think that’s what I hate most about her,” Imogen realizes. “That she could talk to me about whatever she’s up to, but she won’t, because it’s supposedly better that way. That I ain’t worth gettin’ to know unless whatever problem she’s facin’ is solved first.”

The young sorceress turns to face the resurrected cleric.

“I think, if you’re waitin’ to find yourself in these new times before talkin’ to your kids, Deanna, you’re goin’ about it wrong. Make them a part of findin’ yourself,” she fervently pleads, taking the older woman’s hands. “At least Send to them to let them know that knowin’ you is a choice they’ve got. Don’t– don’t leave ‘em waitin’ for forever.”

“Okay,” Deanna shakily breathes out, nearly as swamped with emotion as Imogen. “I won’t leave them waiting. Tha-Thanks for helping me find the courage, the reason, to not keep them waiting.”

And they hug, a mother who hasn’t known her children for most of their lives and a daughter who hasn’t known her mother for most of her life.

#MQ&A #snuggles and hugs prompt #MQfic #MQ AU machine #high seas hells au

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waynedunlaptheorgandonor · 10 months

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i have been Swamped with full-time freelance writing and a full-time job on top of it, and you guys have been so so so patient with me going months and months and months without updating anything, so i decided to give you little sneak-peeks at the next “diy steps to serenity” and “an unfinished memory” chapters to prove to you that i do actually have content, it’s just been sitting idle as i’ve been forced to write less-fun things for money :(

i’m going to have a break in my work writing obligations here v v v soon, and updating these fics will be my vacation before the next obligations begin, and i am extremely hype

snippets under the cut:

DIY Steps to Serenity Excerpt:

The next thing she registered were forms being thrust at her, demanding her signature, as if she had any capacity to read. She mumbled the answers to questions about her birthdate and address, and scribbled her name poorly where they told her to on a tablet. Then, all of a sudden, a nurse was wiping the crook of her elbow down with an alcohol swab, and she forced herself out of her fog of suffering.

"No no no, wait," she said, trying to angle away.

"They gotta give you an IV to put you under for surgery, baby," Daryl said, his fingers brushing her hair back off her forehead. Carol shook her head vehemently.

"I can't," she insisted, eyes wide with fear.

"I know but you don't got a choice, honey, it'll be okay. Everythin's okay." Evidently, he'd regained his mantra from somewhere, but Carol still wasn't convinced.

"Don't worry, you won't feel a thing. We're going to push some Dilaudid through to help control the pain while we wait to take you back for anesthesia," Leopard Print Scrubs said, thinking that Carol's fear was with the surgery, and not with the small syringe of clear liquid that she was preparing to push directly into her veins. She looked to Daryl helplessly, who simply shook his head.

"You got no choice," he repeated. Through the pain and fright and flood of confusion, Carol tried to think of an alternative. What did they used to do before pain medication? Maybe they could get her some whiskey and a big rock to bite down on. Not ideal, but she was so close to her twelve-month chip, which she didn't realize until that moment was something she actually gave a shit about.

"I'm just gonna flush your IV with some saline, and then we'll get that medicine in you and get you feeling better, you poor thing," Leopard Print Scrubs said. With her free hand, Carol reached for Daryl. He took it without hesitation.

"I won't be sober," she whispered to him through tears that she wasn't sure were new or had been falling since she'd arrived.

"But you'll be alive."

//

An Unfinished Memory Excerpt:

“Come now, don’t be like that,” Merle said. He came around and sat next to Daryl on the couch. He smelled like cigarettes and the cheap perfume of whichever girl he’d been cozying up with at the bar the night before. “If you need help lookin’ like a fine, upstandin’ citizen then I’ll do my damndest, but first you gotta be straight with me.”

“Straight with you about what?” Daryl didn’t look at his brother, opting instead to fiddle with his drawing, which was now just a crinkly ball in his hands. Pity, he thought, he’d liked that one well enough to have kept it, if Merle hadn’t ruined it. Whatever, he could always just draw it again.

“Carol. What’s goin’ on between the two of you? And don’t come at me with that ‘we’re just friends’ bullshit.”

“Well we are, so I dunno what the fuck else you want me to say.”

“The truth. You know everyone who goes through the Roadhouse all call her your girl, and she ain’t never denied it.”

“You know that was just so them guys would stop puttin’ moves on her when she was just doin’ her damn job.”

“Yeah, but that was months ago. You’d think by now the truth woulda come out, but if anythin’, with the way you two cozy up with each other when you’re together at the diner, y’all only reinforce it.”

“Good, then they’ll keep leavin’ her be.” Daryl pointedly did not address the “cozy up” comment.

“You know that ain’t my point.”

“Then what is it?” Daryl knew he was being purposefully obtuse, and he knew Merle knew it too, but he refused to give his brother the satisfaction of dignifying his taunts with a response.

But then Merle said, “She’d be good for you, you know? A girl like her. If you was with her I’d support it. Hell, I’d more than support it. I’d be over the damn moon.”

Daryl let his hands still, the staticky crumpling sound of the paper finally ceasing. He tossed the ball onto the table and leaned back on the uncomfortable couch, the structure of the thing hitting him at all kinds of unpleasant angles where the cushion was worn away. He stared headlong at the television in front of him. It wasn’t on, but the alternative was looking at his brother, and he didn’t think he could say what he was about to say and meet another person’s eye at the same time.

He said, so quietly he could hardly hear it himself, “Maybe I would be, too.”

#diy steps to serenity #an unfinished memory #dunlap writes shit #and will finish shit soon too #promise #caryl #caryl fic #twd

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bonegrove · 11 months

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One band man (woman) idea for Warframe April Fools is a squad consisting of 3 Grendels with Shrek's color scheme and an Octavia when they visit relays they text "WHAT ARE YOU DOIN' IN MY SWAMP?!" then blasts All Star by Smashmouth

#warframe #bonemurmurs #video games #video game #april fools warframe #shrek #octavia #grendel

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