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mj-iza-writer · 1 month

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"Why are you pulling away from me?", Whumper pulled Whumpee's leash harshly making them fall forward, "whatever is going on better stop before you get punished."

Whumpee whimpered as Whumper grabbed their collar and pulled them close.

"Please", Whumpee gulped, "please don't hurt me, I-I'm I'm", Whumpee started to stutter and shake.

"You're what?", Whumper impatiently pulled Whumpee until they were face to face.

"I'm nasty, and-and dirty. I think I smell", Whumpee gasped as the collar tightened.

Whumper looked at Whumpee with disgust, "what did you say?"

"I saw myself in the mirror earlier. How can you be okay with touching me and being near me", Whumpee gasped, "I-I can't breath very well."

Whumper realized and released their grip on the collar.

Whumpee fell down into Whumper's lap and scrambled to the floor to get away.

"Do I own you?", Whumper sat back.

"Huh?", Whumpee looked up in fear.

"Do I own you?", Whumper repeated, "is that not my collar around your neck?"

"Ye-yes master", Whumpee looked down and began fiddling with the dog tag.

"Are you saying I own things that smell and are dirty?", Whumper frowned, "is that a thing you should say about your master? That they own something gross."

"I-I'm sorry", Whumpee bowed, "I didn't mean it like that. I just..."

"It's not a pets place to say that they are dirty, it's their Master's place", Whumper sighed, "you are not allowed to have such human thoughts. Am I clear?"

"Y-yes Master, please forgive me", Whumpee kept their face into the carpet.

"Remember what belongs to me can't be dirty", Whumper lifted their leg and rested their foot on Whumpee's head, "am I clear?"

"Y-yes mas-master, please have mercy on me", Whumpee pleaded, face now shoved into the carpet by Whumper's foot.

A while later Whumper stood from their seat.

Whumpee shyly watched from the corner of their eye as Whumper left the room.

'They're mad at me', Whumpee sighed to themself, 'I'm an idiot.'

Whumpee heard water running, it sounded like it was coming from the bathroom.

'Here comes my punishment', Whumpee groaned, 'I wonder if it will be scolding hot or ice cold', Whumpee almost wanted to run to Whumper to plead for forgiveness, 'will they hose me down, make me sit in it, or hold me under', these thoughts made Whumpee shake.

"Come"

Whumpee shook their head a little to get rid of the thoughts.

"Are you deaf? Come here", came the command again.

Whumpee quickly looked over to where the voice was coming.

Whumper stood with their hands on their hips, making their impatience known.

Whumpee quickly crawled to Whumper.

"About time", Whumper sighed, "you were thinking again, weren't you?"

"Yes Master, I'm sorry. I was just thinking of all the ways you were going to punish me. I hope I may find grace in your eyes, please", Whumpee begged.

"I'm not going to punish you", Whumper sighed, "I considered your feelings, and have decided to let you have a bath."

Whumpee looked at Whumper in shock.

"You mean it Master?", Whumpee couldn't believe what they had heard.

"Follow me", Whumper led the way to the bathroom.

Whumpee looked into the tub and saw a bath had been drawn with bubbles.

"These are for your hair and of course soap. Do you need any help, or can you manage?", Whumper pulled out a towel and wash cloth from a closet, "you can take as much time as you like."

"I can do it Master", Whumpee happily looked at Whumper, "thankyou so much for allowing me to clean up."

"You're welcome. I'll allow you to have a spa day once in a while as a treat that you must earn for good behavior. The better you are, the more I will add for you to enjoy", Whumper frowned, "I will help with your teeth and nails as I normally do, the rest you can do for yourself. I will continue taking care of your hair as well."

Whumpee nodded, "I could hug you right now, this means so much."

"I'd rather you didn't", Whumper frowned, "I'll be in the living room. Come find me when you're all done."

With that, the door was closed and Whumpee was alone.

They reached their arm into the water. It felt so warm, it sent goosebumps down their body.

They climbed into the tub and just sat in the water for a while. The bubbles sizzled on their skin.

A few more minutes passed, and they started to clean themself. They scrubbed every body part they could reach.

"This feels so good", Whumpee sighed in relief.

When the water started to cool, they unplugged the tub and watched the water level go down. They frowned at how much dirt and grime had come off.

Whumpee turned on the shower head and started to clean their hair.

When satisfied they lathered up their body one last time, and did their final rinse.

Whumpee dried themself with the towel, then wrapped the towel around their soaked hair.

They fiddled with their collar for a while. The thing was soaked, but Whumper didn't remove it, and they had no right to remove it on their own.

"Master didn't leave a brush for me", Whumpee looked around, "they did say they wanted to continue taking care of my hair."

Whumpee opened the bathroom door and got down to crawl.

Whumper smiled as Whumpee rounded the corner.

"Feeling better?", Whumper sat up.

"Y-yes master", Whumpee crawled to Whumper's legs and happily nudged their head against Whumper, "thankyou so much."

"Good, go ahead and sit down", Whumper pointed then reached for the brush, "I'll brush out your hair."

Whumper unwrapped the towel from Whumpee's hair and watched it fall to Whumpee's shoulders.

"I will admit you do smell better", Whumper started to run the brush through the damp hair, "I suppose that's nice."

"Did your pet have a good idea Master?" Whumpee looked up at Whumper, "I hope I did."

"Yes I suppose you were due for a wash", Whumper untangled some of the hair, "did you enjoy the bubbles?"

"Yes Master, they felt good", Whumpee looked up at Whumper again, "it all felt good."

"That's good", Whumper continued to brush until they were satisfied, "your hair feels softer as well."

Whumper eyed the collar, "I forgot to take this off, it's wet", they reached for the clasp and removed it, "we'll let this dry for a while."

Whumpee happily nudged their head against Whumper's leg again.

"I guess you are feeling better", Whumper leaned back, "climb up here, come on. I'm sure you would love a nap after that shower. Too much for a dog to do in an afternoon."

Whumpee did as they were told and climbed up onto the furniture. They rested their head on Whumper's lap.

Whumper patted Whumpee's head for a few minutes before resting their hand on Whumpee's back.

"My silly little pet having human thoughts", Whumper chuckled, "that stupid brain of yours should only worry about pleasing me, that's all it's good for."

Whumpee gently nodded, "yes Master, please forgive me", Whumpee whispered, "I will work hard and be a good pet for you Master."

"Very good", Whumper grinned, "now go to sleep."

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ombresdemaquia · 21 days

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How people discover kylux

Most people:

Watch Star Wars: The Force Awakens

See the character dynamic

???

Start shipping

Me:

Browse ao3 for bdsm fics

Find a really well written long fic

"Oh, it's in the star wars fandom, but it's a modern au so I'm fine right?" (I don't know anything about star wars)

"wow, the plot and character dynamics are so goooood, i want more"

Start looking for fics in the kylux tag, but only modern aus to not spoil the original story

"maybe i should go watch the movie before i spoil myself completely"

"bruh it's the 7th movie in star wars??"

there's only one thing to do now

watch allll the star wars movies, starting from ep IV: A New Hope. Also get friends to watch it with me. this is how i'm diving in the fandom and i am not ashamed.

(they don't know i'm shipping kylux tho)

keep reading fics, spoiling myself more in the process

(i'm still not at ep 7)

accidentally sees fanart of Hux in a fic: "WAIT, that's what he looks like?"

for a long time i didn't know the first order uniforms are black, so i just imagined he wore white or something. also i thought his hair was longer

accidentally sees gif of kylo: "WAIT, that's what he looks like??"

kylo is a straw colored name, so i thought he was blond

i'm STILL not on ep 7, and i've probably read 600k+ words of fic.. at least

tumblr in a dark alley: hey kid i heard you want some kylux fan art. i have a lot of vintage stuff here, from 2016. all i need you to do is dedicate your heart and soul to this trash ship and jump aboard.

me: i regret nothing o7

#kylux #i don't really know how to use tumblr but people seem to like writing stuff in tags #time until i watch TFA: ???#its hard to coordinate movie nights with multiple people okay #just a matter of time before i start writting fic for these two #i just need to WATCH THE SEQUELS

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graysbullshit · 8 months

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a list of brazillian fun facts you might want to know for your qsmp fanfics! (or in general lol)

DATING IN BRAZIL (because I know at least 50% of yall are gonna be writting slash):

Phase 1 can be or texting/talking or ficando (infinitive: ficar), it depends on how shy you are;

Ficando means to be actively seeking a person out consistently with the intent of talking for a bit and then making out (it does not entail any level of loyalty);

Brazillians only consider it "making out" if you french kiss;

Kissing without tongue is considered weird and viewed negativelly;

A little peck on the lips is cute, but not really what we consider kissing;

There are two types of brazillians: the ones that will start dating after a week and the ones that take months to make up their minds;

If a brazillian is interested in you (even if you don't know each other) and you're in a party there is a very good chance they will walk up to you and ask if you want to make out/ask for your instagram handle (it depends on what kind of party it is tbh);

Also, most brazillians kiss and tell lmao;

It is not uncommon for outgoing brazillians to make out with random strangers, especially during carnival;

We are a sex positive country mostly;

We are very sensual, even if we have no romantic interest;

Mock-flirting or Joke-flirting is very common in friend groups;

People who make out/date with the person their friend likes are called Talarica or Talarico;

When you get cheated on you're called Corno;

People usually go on dates after ficar for a whille;

Usually, if you're going on dates with someone it is expected of you to be faithful or to end things (you can't go on dates with a guy while also going on dates with another guy, that's fucked up);

We call dating namorando, from the infinitive namorar which refers back to namorado (boyfriend) and namorada (girlfriend);

brazillians are typically very direct when they are interested in someone, which doesn't mean they will say "oh, i like you" right away, but they will flirt for sure;

in Brazil saying "I love you" isn't a big deal, most brazillians will say it pretty fast and not saying it back (if you're in a relationship) is considered VERY WEIRD;

brazillians have the tendency of being very jealous lmao;

GEOGRAPHY:

Brazil is a continental sized country, being the fifth biggest country in the entire world. It is bigger than the USA, if counting only directly conected land (ignoring Brazil's islands and Hawaii and Alaska);

Because of it's size, brazillian states have a great number of differences in language, culture, food, climate, and politics;

There is as much animosity between states as in the USA (the difference being: brazillians will always defend each other rather than gringos);

The brazillian streamers are all from the Center-West, South-East and South of Brazil (unfortunatly there is nobody to represent the North and North-east);

The south-east is the are of biggest economical impact, while the center-west is known for the capital of the country (Brasília) and the agriculture, while the south has a terrible reputation (they have livestock too, but mostly a bad reputation);

Brazil has two of the biggest cities in the world: the 5º biggest, São Paulo, and the 19º biggest, Rio de Janeiro;

Nobody fucking likes São Paulo (the city) except from the people that were born there or lived there their entire lives;

Brazil has a mostly warm climate, and most brazillians consider anything below 20ºc to be cold (vai sulista, fala que no sul é mais frio, fala);

Brazil's seasons are more often defined by the level of humity, rather than how hot/cold it is;

Brazil is a giant when it comes to agriculture and livestock. We have a lot of grains, and red meat. If you drink coffee and eat meat you have definetly tasted brazillian products without knowning, since we do a lot of exportation (especially to europe);

Brazil has natural diamonds, pre-sal (which can be used in the making of combustives), gold and other precious stones.

HISTORY:

Brazil was mostly colonized by the portuguese, but there was also a presence of the Spanish, French, Dutch and British. You can tell by the architecture;

Rio de Janeiro was the capital of the Portuguese Kingdom for a little while;

Brazil (much like Mexico) was once an Empire;

Brazil (as it's own coutry) has had only two Emperors;

the Brazillian Empire was a big deal despite ending fairly soon;

Brazil's Empire once eliminated about 90% of the male population of Paraguay during a war, which is def a war crime. We have repayed them for what happened, though;

Cities like Rio de Janeiro have a lot of Imperial architecture, but most of the colonial architecture can be found in states like Minas Gerais;

Brazil sent troups in WWII to Italy, the famous Smoking Snakes;

Brazil was forced into a dictatorship by the USA (surprising no one);

Brazil had a president that decided to develop highways instead of trains (i fucking hate him). It's the same guy that moved the capital from Rio de Janeiro to Brasília;

Brasília was build with the blood of poor people and it fucking sucks, but it has the shape of an airplane so everything is fine ig /s;

Brazil's first woman president and it's current president were both tortured during the dictatorship;

Brazil is a concervative country, despite everything;

Do not ask me about Brazil's politics, because it's so fucking insane lmao;

GENERAL CULTURE:

Brazillian culture exists on top of three axes: Portuguese, African, and Indigineous;

We take A LOT from Japonese culture (since we are the country with the biggest Japonese population outside of Japan). I've never met a brazillian who hasn't watched anime, even my grandma knows what Pokemon is /srs;

Some other important diasporas in Brazil: Lebanon (we have more lebanese than Lebanon itself lol), China, Germany, Italy, and many different African countries;

Most brazillians listen to funk and sertanejo, but other brazillian music you might be interested in: samba, BRrock, mpb, BRpop, Axé, and Pagode;

Some other famous brazillians you might not know, but you should: Silvio Santos, Celso Portiolli, Rodrigo Faro, Angélica, Eliana, Xuxa, Luciano Huck, Pyong Lee, Mauricio de Sousa, Ariano Suassuna, Clarice Lispector, Machado de Assis, Guilmarães Rosa, Fernando Pessoa, Vinicius de Moraes, Toquinho, Mateus Hwang, Tiago Leifert, Tadeu Schmidt, Boninho, Guilherme Briggs, Fernanda Montenegro, Rodrigo Santoro, Wagner Moura, Seu Jorge, etc;

Most brazillians only drink tea for medicinal reasons (like cammomile tea);

Most brazillians love coffee and hate iced coffee;

Most brazillians start drinking coffee at a very young age;

Drinking (alchool) age in Brazil is 18yo, but most brazillians start drinking around 15yo;

Most brazillians love meat and barbecue. Here is a picture of a brazillian brabecue:

Brazil, differently from other American coutries, didn't have potatoes/corn as it's basic food, we had a root called Mandioca. Although it is still very beloved in brazillian cusine, the base for brazillian meals is currently Rice;

In Brazil we usually don't eat a lot during breakfast, but have a big meal (with rice, veetables, meat, and beans) for lunch and dinner. And our dinner is usually around 20h-22h;

We don't use AM or PM;

We use the metric system and Celcius, and we very much deslike the imperial system and what's-his -face is an abhorrent scientific disgrace;

brazillians who suck up to gringos are called "Vira-latas", which can be translated to "mutts" or more directly "eat-trash";

brazillians have mutiple coffee breaks during the day, mostly in the afternoon;

brazillians brush their teeth at least 3 times a day (mostly after every big meal);

brazillians shower at least once a day, some going as far as to shower three times a day during summer;

brazillians do not use snapchat and they think it's obsolete (because it is);

brazillians will pirate anything that isn't made by other brazillians, and I mean ANYTHING. There is no shame in pirating in Brazil and we are very proud of being the country that pirates the most in the world! We will also buy counterfeit products knowing they are counterfeit;

brazillians rivalry with argentinians is REAL. And, although is mostly a football thing, it really translates to everything else (especially if it's online);

brazillians have a hierarchy when it comes down to rooting for stuff, and it goes like this: brazillians, sibling countries, latin americans, other african countries, other third world countries, japan, other asian countries, european countries, anglo-saxon americans, argentina (if it's football), germany, portugal;

#qsmp fanfic #qsmp fanfiction #qsmp #long post #for the love of god ignore all the mistakes #i genuinelly could not care less about the proper grammar of english #if you disagree with me than disagree in your house #genuinely sorry for the long post but i promised #also my biggest fear is americans writting about brazillians and getting some basic stuff wrong #not that they NEED to know stuff #but i WANT you to know stuff #because you will ENJOY stuff

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sourlemonsprout · 3 months

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𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝙳𝚢𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚖𝚊

Alphonse x gn!reader

Boo helps Alphonse re-touch his hair dye.

Word Count: 784

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It was late at night, and Boo had been lounging all alone in Al's bed, mindlessly scrolling through TikTok when suddenly, a loud noise in the other room startled them.

"UGH, Damnit!" Boo heard Alphonse frustratedly yell. Lowering their phone, they craned their head to the side, listening intently for any more noises.

What the hell is going on out there?

After a few moments of silence, Boo flung the blanket on their lap off to the side and swung their legs out of bed. They wandered silently down the hallway, pausing at the sight of light filtering out from the slightly ajar bathroom door. As they peered into the crack, they saw Alphonse leaning over the countertop, shirtless with a messy towel covered in old hair dye stains draped over his bare shoulders. Another dirty towel hung over the faucet head, and a box of hair dye with its contents spilled out across the counter. Al was vigorously rubbing at a spot on his neck when his eyes met Boo's through the mirror.

"Hey there creeper," He smirked mischievously, tilting his head to the side.

"I was wonderin' what you've been up to. I thought you said you were gonna take a shower?" Boo smiled, pushing the door open wider so they could rest against the doorframe.

"Well, I was, but I was tryin' to touch up my roots first. It wasn't supposed to take this long. Admittedly, I shouldn't have started this when I was so damn tired." He let out a big sigh as he turned to face his Boo. They surveyed the room, which looked like a bomb went off with hair tools and products strewn about haphazardly. Then there were the streaks of pink smudged across Al's neck and face. Boo couldn't help but find the situation amusing, and a series of giggles fell from their lips.

"What are you laughing at?" Al pouted.

"I don't know, it just- the whole time we've been together I've never seen you dye your hair before," they shrugged.

"Besides, I thought you'd be a pro at this by now!" they laughed.

"Hey now, don't bully me, I'm tired!" he chuckled.

"Soo... you want some help with that?" They offered, pointing at the messy jar of hair dye with a thin brush sticking out the top. Alphonse glanced back at the jar and then up at himself in the mirror before letting out a tired sigh.

"I suppose you can't do more damage than I've already done." he chuckled.

"Okok, gimme a second!" Boo said excitedly before rushing away. A few moments later, they returned wearing an old oversized t-shirt, lugging a chair in one hand and two Laffy Taffy ropes in the other.

"Here," they shrugged the chair forward towards Al.

"Sit on this. Otherwise, I'll never be able to reach the top of your head." Alphonse took the chair and positioned himself so Boo could access the sink and countertop with ease.

"Thanks, babe," Al said softly, pulling at the wrapper of his Laffy Taffy candy. Boo turned on some soft background music before getting to work. They scooped up the jar of pink dye and stirred it to check the amount of product left. Although it was a bit messy, Al seemed to have covered most of the spots towards the back of his head that required attention. Boo gently turned Al's face to the side and started to apply thin layers of pink dye to the bleach-lightened areas on the side of his head. Alphonse quietly watched through the mirror as Boo worked on his hair, the Laffy Taffy rope hanging from the side of their mouth as they focused on the task at hand.

In no time, both sides were done. All that was left was some of the top and front parts of the hair. As they stepped in closer, Al inhaled deeply, taking in the calming humming and scent that filled his senses and made his heart flutter. Mindlessly, his hand brushed gently along the side of Boo's thigh.

"Hey, what are you doing silly?" Boo said, stopping mid-brush as Al tilted his head up to look into their eyes, a dopey smile spread across his blush-kissed face. With a firm yet delicate motion, Al grabbed the sides of Boo's waist and pulled them down into his lap.

"I appreciate you takin' care of me, you know that right?" He said, running his hand alongside their jaw to cup their face.

"I know," they hummed lovingly. The two looked at each other and smiled, the air between them felt almost electric. Without another word, Alphonse pulled Boo in, their lips meeting in a soft, sweet kiss.

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The End <3

#yuurivoice #yuurivoice fanfic #yuurivoice alphonse #yuurivoice stuff #gn reader #yuurivoice boo #fluff #fluff fanfic #yv fanfic #writting #yuurivoice fandom #alphonse yuurivoice #sourlemonsprout

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tasavvur-ki-duniya · 5 months

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"How many times can the same thing break your heart?"

"As long as you love it"

#kanya-ke-dairy-se #desiblr #desi tumblr #desi tag #desi stuff #desi teen #desi things #being desi #desi #english writing #writting #writings #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writers and poets #writing #writerscommunity

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coallise · 2 months

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Zestial and Carmilla, "All I want" (Ellie Goulding cover) gives great fluff inspiration. Lyrics of: "'Cause you brought out the best of me, A part of me I'd never seen, You took my soul and wiped it clean, Our love was made for movie screens."

I would personally call this bittersweet love song than fluff but I had fun listening to it. You got good taste annon

Memories

Carmilla leaned back in her chair, the radio on and playing a soft song. She had a glass of wine on the table. She was debating whether to drink it or not. The night was almost perfect, but she did not know what it could be missing.

“Thou looks like thee wants a dance,” Zestial offered. Carmilla smiled, she had no clue when he arrived but did not care. She fit easily in his arms as they started a waltz. Carmilla found herself remembering past dances.

Their first one, when she was a fresh overlord at her first ball. She had been mostly standing on the sidelines when Zestial offered her a dance.

“Are you sure your dance card can squeeze in another?” Carmilla had asked, gesturing to the ladies and men who he had danced with previously and those who wanted a dance next.

“Nay, I am sure I have a slot open for thee, after all, an overlord should dance at her first ball,” Zestial swept her on the dance floor. They danced for three songs back to back.

Out of the memory, Zestial twirled her and Carmilla found herself in a different memory. Carmilla was finally secure enough in her position to start bringing her daughters to events. The three of them took turns dancing with Zestial, taking over his entire dance card.

The first night they spent an extermination together was also the first night they spent the night together. It hadn’t been planned, but the meeting they had together went long so they all stayed at her mansion.

“What is on your mind, old friend?” Zestial asked, bringing her out of her memory.

“Just remembering all the dances we had together,” Carmilla let her head fall on his shoulder.

“There have been many. Thou hardly lets me dance with anyone else,” Zestial joked, knowing that he enjoyed dancing with her just as much.

“You’re just such a good dancer, I feel like every dance cleanses my soul from sin and I’m in heaven,” Carmilla did not know where the poetic bit came but it was true.

“Then we must dance more, if I shall get thou into heaven with just dancing,” Zestial kissed her head.

“Fuck heaven, I’m happy right here.”

#zestmilla #carmilla carmine #zestial #writting stuff

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wykwryt · 1 year

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wolfwood mermaid au

that is all

#trigun #official stuff #wyk writ

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hi-im-writting · 1 year

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Flustered Bots (part 1?)

(Tried having a theme)

Optimus Prime's antenna thingys will flutter when he's flustered and/or surprised. His face mask will close if he's flustered too.

Ratchet's doesn't really have any thing that move, but his ear things do move ever so slightly if you make him blush. It's really hard to tell tho.

Arcee's wing things flutter when she's flustered and it's hecking embarrassing for her but the others think it's cute. She's also really easily flustered which does not help things!

I don't have much for Bulkhead other than he's gets really, really flustered very easily. He'll also start studding a bit and rubbing the back of his head.

Bumblebee flaps his door wings in general. It doesn't matter if he's flustered or not. If he's happy there waving. He gets super shy when he's been flirted with, but that kinda applies to everyone here.

Cliff may act like he's not fazed but inside he's screaming. (In a good way)

Smokescreen is a wing waver as well. He also studders and looks away alot too.

Ulta Magnus (Magdong) will suppress this feeling. No one will ever know, but he will thank you for the compliment.

Wheeljack's wing things also move. Like Cliffjumper, he tries to play it off as if this always happens, but he's literally just mush in your hands.

#writting stuff #tfp x reader #tfp #tf #tfp optimus prime #tfp ratchet #tfp arcee #tfp bulkhead #tfp bumblebee #tfp cliffjumper #tfp smokescreen #tfp ultra magnus #tfp wheeljack #headcanon #tfp headcanons #transformers #transformers prime

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aingeal98 · 5 months

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I think my most controversial opinion as someone who reads dc comics is that WFA is good actually. And people who dismiss it as poorly written fanon are on the opposite side of the spectrum as people who insist it's the only batfam comic that should be canon, but both sides are equally wrong and annoying.

#dc #batfam #I'll never defend it for the Talia stuff. But other than that the writers do actually Get all the characters more than a lot of modern writ #You can just say you don't like the genre they're writing for instead of acting like any content of these characters in slice of life #Is a betrayal to their core themes #like ok edgelord. Maybe if the modern batfam conflicts were actually well written you'd have more of a point #dc rambles

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ilargikat · 5 months

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Sometimes I go on Ao3 expecting to see updates on my favorite fics and it doesn't happen.( what a bummer).

Then I think for sure there is someone waiting for me to update my fics too ( it doesn't happen, what a bummer).

And I understand how hard it is to find the time and the inspiration to write something.

So I just stopped by to wish you all love, inspiration and desire to write.

#fanfiction #writting #fun stuff #fanfic

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loupsgarou · 2 years

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u ever read your own fics and give yourself a lil pat on the back bc it just reads well and makes you

#writing stuff #ao3 #fanfic #writ stuff #i might be an egotist saying this but welp #txt.

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Sp Special Containment Part 15

If you are new to this story or just need a reminder please use the hashtag, Sp Special Containment to get caught up. -MJ

Aramais had spent most of the day wrapped in his blanket. His room remained quiet except several visits from Andy to do checkups and to see if anything was needed.

Even dinner was painfully quiet.

Andy tried hard not to mention anything about Aramais's puffy eyes.

That night Aramais was haunted by nightmares... the same faces that haunted his afternoon now haunted his dreams.

His mission.... infiltrate a prison. A person being held there was going to speak out against the human weapon society. They believed the prison was strong enough to protect the witness.

Aramais had gotten in easily. He felt annoyed that they hadn't tried harder to keep the weapon out.

"If this is high security, I wonder what minimal security is like", Aramais walked the hall like he owned it.

Anyone he came across was killed instantly. Fifteen people were killed before Aramais found the target.

The witness had backed up against the wall and was staring fearfully at Aramais.

"Please... you don't have...have to do this. I'm trying to help you. You have to let me help you", the witness pleaded.

"There is no help for me", Aramais frowned as they stepped closer.

Another guard came behind Aramais and shot a tazer at him. The witness tried to run past as Aramais struggled through the electrical currents.

Aramais quickly kicked their legs out and tripped the witness.

He weakly reached up and ripped the tazer prongs from his skin.

"Hmph", he groaned.

Aramais strangled the guard with the tazer cords.

He lost sight of the witness for a few minutes before catching up with them.

"Just make this easier on yourself and let me finish my mission", Aramais sighed, "I'll make it quick and painless. I promise. I don't make my targets struggle like others do....."

"No please", the person begged with tears streaming down their face.

"I'm sorry, but if my mission isn't successful, I'll be punished, I don't like this as much as you don't", Aramais started to walk to the witness, "I'm sorry."

He did as he said he would. The witness was destroyed in seconds.

Aramais jolted awake screaming as the face of his last kill came back to him.

"Aramais", a guard came over the speaker, "you okay?"

"No", Aramais lifted his knees to his chest and buried his face. "I need Andy and the Director right now", Aramais started to rock.

"Okay we are working on it right now. We're calling them in. Do you need someone in there with you?", the guard asked.

"No I need to calm down... don't come in here", Aramais thought for a second, "second thought put me in the wheel chair", Aramais shook, "I don't have control."

The Director and Andy got to the holding room at the same time and was updated by the guards on what had happened.

Andy thought back to the day before and reminded the Director.

"He must have triggered memories to the front of his mind and caused a nightmare", the Director sighed, "it's two in morning."

Aramais sighed when the buzzer went off.

"Good morning", the Director came in with Andy following.

"Not a good morning at all", Aramais frowned.

"Okay I need you to come clean. I heard about yesterday. I know you don't want to talk about it, but you need to", the Director sat down and Andy grabbed Aramais's water and offered a drink to Aramais.

"M-my last kill before the facility was raided", Aramais was still shaky, "I'm sorrt Andy, that last shake I was talking about.... I got that after my last kill. I killed a witness who was being protected there. They were going to out the Human Weapon facility. I was sent in....", Aramais started to hyperventilate, "I should be destroyed for doing it."

"Hey, hey", Andy tried to comfort and rub Aramais's shoulder, "we don't need you to go into survival mode."

"Aramais, I know that was you who was in the prison that night", the Director sighed, "I've watched the video several times."

"What... you.... watched", Aramais frowned, "but."

"Aramais can I be honest with you?", the Director sighed.

Aramais nodded.

"When they were dividing the weapons to these holding facilities I was given the option of having you come here", the Director looked at Aramais calmly, "they said they offered you to several sights already. Everyone was able to watch the video before making their choice."

Aramais looked down now realizing no one had wanted him.

"To be honest, they said if no one took you on, you would be destroyed. They were giving you a chance because you were only following orders and had no control", the Director also watched Andy, who was listening with interest, "I knew you needed saving. I also knew that person wasn't truly who Aramais was. You apologized to the person and gave most of those targets an easy death by finishing them off quickly. You didn't enjoy their pain."

"You wanted to give me a chance... but what if you were wrong", Aramais frowned.

"I would have dealt with it as needed", the Director grinned, "exactly how I am giving Mitch a chance. This facility was working on being prepared to house you, I was having the room Mitch is in prepared for you, two caregivers, the works. Then you came here and you gave us a few issues in the beginning, but you were nothing like I thought I was getting."

Aramais looked over to Andy, "I'm sorry Andy."

"Why are you apologizing?", Andy frowned.

"Did you know about any of this?"

"No", Andy looked at the Director, "I never watched the video."

"The only ones who knew about this was me, the guards as they needed to know what you were capable of, Caretaker read about you over my shoulder and agreed that we needed to bring you here and give you a place to be", the Director nodded, "we understood when you three came here how dangerous you all could be. We took a chance on you three to give you all a chance. I didn't show Andy because I wasn't sure he was ready, but I also forgot to. You both got long quickly, which I was thankful for."

"That witness was supposed to be protected to save us...and I killed them", Aramais frowned.

"They still helped. Just in a different way unfortunately. Why do you think the organization was raided soon after", the Director stood and stepped closer to Aramais, "those behind the organization were punished for the deaths they forced all of you to do. Because of the circumstances, all of you were given a second chance."

The Director yawned, "I'm sorry you are having nightmares about it though."

Aramais yawned, then Andy.

"I'm sorry for waking you both up", Aramais frowned.

"It's alright", the Director stood, "I'd rather deal with things like this quickly. Just remember you are here because you deserved a second chance. All of those holding facilities that said no lost a chance at taking care of you, and that's on them. I for one am glad I got Whumpee, Jaimie and, you."

"What about Mitch?", Aramais grinned slightly.

"Give me a few days", the Director winked, "I am going to go back to my office and just sleep their for the rest of the night. It's not necessary for me to go back to my room.

Aramais turned to Andy.

"If it's okay I'll hang out here for a while and keep you company. You're a bit shaken up still", Andy smiled.

"That's fine", Aramais smiled, "thanks Director, I appreciate you. I'm sorry for the way I acted when I first came here, I definitely thought I was something."

"It's okay Aramais, you demanded respect, and put me in my place. In a way it was a lesson to me that everyone and everything deserves respect. Plus, you didn't just do that for yourself. You spoke up for Andy, Mcgee, Caretaker, Jaimie, and Whumpee, you demanded for me to respect all of them. I'll admit, before you did that, I thought I was something. It took you telling me that I wasn't to help me realize that", the Director smiled, "I'll check on you later today."

"Do you want to get out of the wheelchair and get into bed", Andy stood.

"Actually is there any rules against curfew?", Aramais grinned.

"You want a ride in the hall?", Andy grinned back.

Aramais nodded slightly.

"There is no rule on curfew", a guard came through the radio, "we can alert the night guards that one of the weapons is in the hall, so they will be at attendance."

"We can go", Andy yawned, "you'll have to forgive me tomorrow if I'm lacking though."

"I'm sure we will both be that way. This is my second night of messed up sleep", Aramais frowned, "you don't have to do this."

"No no we can definitely do this. Get your mind off of stuff", Andy checked the straps to make sure it was set before getting buzzed out.

"It feels different out here at night", Aramais looked around, "it's almost deafening how quiet it is."

"Yes, the lights are dimmed slightly, and fewer guards. There are still a few midnight researchers and caregivers out though", Andy waved at someone walking past.

"Are you going to watch the video if the Director let's you?", Aramais frowned and looked up at him.

"No", Andy smiled, "though i would like to, and maybe some point I will. For right now I will respect your wish that I don't. I would watch it out of curiosity honestly. I haven't lost any respect or became scared of you because of this. You know that right?"

"You can watch it if you like. I suppose you should know some things", Aramais grinned, "I appreciate you, and I appreciate being out of that room."

"Not a problem at all", Andy turned to a hall full of windows.

"Oh wow, I haven't seen the moon in a long time", Aramais shifted as forward as the chair straps would let him.

Andy pushed the chair as close to the window as possible so Aramais could see.

"You can see the stars to", Aramais grinned, "the moon use to keep me company on long missions. I'd talk to them all night so I wasn't lonely. The moon knows many of my secrets."

Andy listened, but also had thoughts on if they should watch the camera feed of Aramais.

Andy sat down on a bench near the window while Aramais was looking out of the window.

Their head started to sway.

Aramais turned his head when he heard Andy's heavy breathing.

Aramais quietly chuckled and watched a guard walk up.

"I won't say anything if you don't", the guard laughed with Aramais.

Andy's head shot up and saw the guard.

"I'm up, I'm up", Andy frowned.

"Don't worry, I know it's late. If this was anyone else, I'd report it, but for Aramais.... this is our secret", the guard laughed.

"Thanks", Andy stood, "I didn't know I'd do that."

Aramais laughed again, "we can go back to the holding cells, maybe you can get a few more hours of sleep. I probably won't be awake for breakfast either."

"I'll bring you something down from my apartment", Andy turned the wheelchair around.

Aramais grinned at the guard, "I needed a laugh like that."

"I'm sure you did after tonight", the guard smiled, "that's why I won't say anything, it was only a few seconds anyway... no big deal."

"Wow, news travels fast amongst the guards", Andy grinned, "I'll have to get one of your radios. I'm sure you guards gossip a lot... that might be entertaining."

"Yes, we do, and yes, it is very entertaining", the guard turned, "you both have a great night."

"You too", Andy and Aramais replied in unison.

Andy watched Aramais sit on his bed.

"Can I just ask? I guess I never thought about it before. Do you all live here as well?", Aramais watched Andy fill his water.

"Quite a few of us do. Mcgee lives off-site, Cass lives at their college in the dorms, but will be moving here when the semester is over", Andy looked around, "this facility is bigger than what some may think."

"I guess I never thought about it", Aramais sighed as they laid down, "lets hope for no more nightmares. If I see that face again....", Aramais looked down.

"Did all of your kills stick with you like that?", Andy sat down.

"No not really... some more than others", Aramais sighed, "I think that one did because they were the first person who said they wanted to help me, and was pleading to be able to help me."

"I mean they did kind of help you", Andy tried to point out the silver lining.

"They didn't want to die to do it though", Aramais frowned, "I'm reaping the benefits of what they did for me, but they were murdered in cold blood... by me."

Andy couldn't control themself as another yawn stretched their mouth.

"I'll be alright. You should go get some sleep", Aramais smiled weakly, "I'll put the guards to work if I need to talk to someone."

The radio clicked on, "you know we don't mind."

"Are you sure?", Andy stood, "I feel bad leaving you."

"I'll be okay. I feel bad you are awake. You need your beauty sleep", Aramais grinned more, "I'll be fine."

"Okay. If you need me at all just let the guards know okay", Andy went to the door, "goodnight Aramais."

"Goodnight", Aramais watched them leave.

Aramais had managed to go back to sleep.

He found himself stuck in another dream... it was different though. It almost seemed like the book Cass had allowed them to read. It's like they were standing there looking around.

Someone standing nearby caught their attention.

Aramais gulped when they realized the witness was there.

"No no, no please. I'm sorry", Aramais fell to their knees, "I didn't want to do it, I'm sorry. Please stop haunting me."

"Aramais", they heard a calm voice before they felt something touch them.

Aramais looked up.

"It's okay, I understand. In the end I wanted you all to be free, I knew I had a chance of being murdered for speaking out. You are forgiven", the witness gently smiled, "enjoy you freedom, it's okay."

"Aramais?!!!", a loud voice woke them up.

Aramais quickly wiped their face.... "why is my face wet?"

"I think you were crying", the guard spoke over the speaker, "I was trying to wake you up if you were having a nightmare again. I didn't want to come in in case you lost it. Sorry for yelling."

"It's okay, I-I think they forgave me for killing them", Aramais rubbed their head, "I think the witness forgave me."

"That's good Aramais I'm got closure", the guard still seemed worried, "are you okay? Should I call Andy?"

"No, I'm alright.. I feel relieved", Aramais looked at the camera, "don't bother Andy. I'll let him know later."

Aramais git ip and used the bathroom, then laid down again.

"I'm going to try to sleep a little more I guess", Aramais sighed, "I'm hoping for no more dreams though. I've had too many tonight."

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#on a post of mine from 2013 #there are actual tears in my eyes #talking #im writting a longass post on ninjago history and looking for more stuff lmao

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sourlemonsprout · 2 months

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𝐵𝒶𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒟𝒾𝓈𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇

Alphonse x Seth x SugarBoo (gn!reader)

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This little town absolutely loved to throw festivals, no matter the occasion - whether it was Christmas, Beer, Halloween, Music, Summer Solstice, or Spring, the locals poured their heart and soul into it. You appreciate how much spirit and enthusiasm they can pack into a celebration. After your delicious display of baked sweets at the annual Christmas festival a few years ago, the townsfolk practically begged you to cater at every event, and this time around was no different. If you could bake the treats the morning of to ensure they were as fresh as possible, you would. Unfortunately, there was too much to do in too little time, so you settled on the night before. Everything was going smooth as buttercream until you reached the new recipe you decided to try out. You wanted to step up the game and try something fancy, and what better way to go than Canelés de Bordeau, a small French pastry with a custard center and a thick caramelized crust. You'd acquired the special copper molds years ago, yet you'd never tried to make them until tonight, and it was starting to seem like you'd bit off more than you could chew.

"fuck fuck fuck fuck!" you yell slamming the oven door closed, hands pulling at the top of your hair as you walk in circles around the kitchen. The angered outburst and slight smell of burning sugar had caught the attention of the pink and brown-haired boys sitting in the next room over watching a movie.

"Boo?" Alphonse called from the couch. Seth shot Al a concerned glance as he paused the TV before they gingerly crept toward the kitchen. You felt the boy's eyes on you from the doorway, but didn't look their way. Your movement stopped, jaw tight and fists clasped in a white-knuckled grip, your hands practically shaking. Al ran up beside you and rubbed the sides of your arms.

"Hey, hey! Baby! It's ok." he bent at the knees slightly to look you in the eyes.

"Let's just breathe for a moment, yeah?" He helped guide your breathing by inhaling deeply through his mouth and out his nose until you seemed physically calmer. Seth peaked in the oven and quickly understood what the outburst was about. The custard was bubbling over their little trays, the edges starting to burn. He didn't know much about baking, but based on their state and your reaction, he knew this meant they were unsalvageable, so he turned off the oven and removed the tray.

"Talk to us, what's goin' on?"

"I wanted to try something special and it's completely ruined." you pout.

"Well Sugar, you already have two fantastic-lookin' treats, I'm sure everyone would be just fine with this." Seth tried.

"Yeah! And you know everyone is going to love whatever you hand out," Alphonse added, but it was no use you were fixated on these Canelés.

"I always have at least three items." you protest.

"What do you want to do?" Seth questioned, moving a little closer to you two. Your mind was consumed by anger and scattered thoughts, making it difficult to focus. Alphonse scanned your face as you thought, seeing that this wasn't helpful, he threw out an option, hoping this would alleviate decision-making stress.

"Do you want to go to the store and pick up something pre-made to hand out tomorrow?" he proposed softly. You shot him a cold glare that could kill.

"Ok, ok." he threw his hands up.

"They're looking forward to my baking. They specifically requested my catering again." you expound. As you continued to mumble about the quality of store-bought goods, Alphonse looked across the kitchen. The countertop was littered with ingredients and the sink was on the brim of overflowing with dirty dishes. He glanced over at the clock, which read 11:09 pm.

"Ok, well, it's gettin' late, do you want to try and make another batch?" he questioned.

"I don't have enough eggs or butter to make another batch," you state.

The kitchen was uncomfortably silent for a few moments, the smell of burnt defeat loomed in the air above you three.

"Gimme a list Sugar, I'll head out and grab whatever you need," Seth spoke up.

"Yeah, and while he's out, I'll help clean up the kitchen!" Al said eagerly. The heavy frustration that lingered in your chest finally fizzled out, and a tired fuzziness settling in your system took its place. Your face turns into a downward smile and despite your best efforts, you can't stop the tears that are flowing down your cheeks.

"Oh Boo," Al chuckles, scooping you into a bear hug.

"You know we're here for you," Seth joins the hug, wrapping his arms tightly around the both of you.

"I love you guys so much," you sniffle into their chests.

"Okok," Al says, gently pulling you away from his chest, a hand slides down to the small of your back as he tilts his head to look at your tear-stained face.

"Why don't you go take a hot shower to relax babe, it's going to be a minute before everything is ready for you," he said placing a smooch on your forehead.

"mmk," you sniff, handing your apron to Al before shuffling your way upstairs.

"I still need that list..." Seth mumbled as he watched you disappear.

"That's alright man, we can look at the recipe and figure out what they need," Al said, cracking knuckles.

Seth knew he'd have to find a convenience store to pick up all the necessary ingredients, given grocery stores would be closing at this time of the night. He finally found a 7-Eleven and pulled into the parking lot. As he stood next to his bike rubbing his hands together and blowing into them to regain warmth, he mentally reviewed the list he and Al had made.

Fuck, why do all convenience stores have to have such bright lights? He thought as he entered the shop squinting. He made quick work and gathered everything on his checklist. Just as he was about to check out, a neon sign caught his eye toward the back of the store. He wandered over to the refrigerated display cases. I'll never understand why they enjoy this stuff, it's just battery acid in a fancy can. He thought to himself as he picked up your favorite energy drink.

You sat on the floor of your shower, enjoying the steaming water pouring over your back as your muscles relaxed. How incredibly lucky were you to have two amazing people taking care of you? As the warm water eventually ran out, you reluctantly stepped out of the shower and wrapped yourself in a towel. You tiptoed out of the bathroom and made your way to your room to slip into some comfy clothes. You let out a sigh of relief at the feeling of the soft fabric against your skin. The mere thought of putting on jeans again made you feel suffocated and discouraged as if you were about to embark on a daunting task. As you rubbed the towel through your hair one last time, you heard the faint sound of the front door opening, followed by the crinkling of bags. Now that the red cloud of frustration wasn't blinding your every thought, you were able to reflect upon the disappointing batch of custardy treats. Descending the stairs slowly, you carefully pondered every detail before devising a new plan that you hoped would result in a perfectly crafted batch of delicious treats. As you rounded the corner back to the kitchen, which was now sparkling clean, Seth caught your eyes and held up your favorite energy drink with a big toothy grin.

"I got this for ya since I figured you'd be stayin' up pretty late."

This man truly knew the way to your heart.

You walked over to where he stood and took the can before cupping the side of his face and placing a big kiss on his cheek.

"Aw look at you tryin' to score brownie points," Al smirked.

The evening drew on, and the boys did the best they could to stay awake with you as you baked the night away. Eventually, Al had to tap out and go to bed, not before promising to help package all the goodies the next morning. Seth was not too far behind, he was practically half-asleep at the kitchen table when you told him you had it all handled, and that he should go to bed. Exhaustion started to prick at your mind, the effects of your caffeinated beverage were wearing off as the last few minutes of the oven's timer ticked down.

As you pulled out the tray filled with perfectly baked Canelés, a tremendous wave of relief and satisfaction washed over you. The feeling only intensified as you cautiously removed each pastry from its molds, revealing a beautiful amber caramel coating. They looked as if they had just come from a French bakery. You lazily cleaned a few items around the counter before calling it quits, there'd be time tomorrow to deal with this mess. Grateful to finally be done, you dragged yourself to bed and collapsed in between your boys, nuzzling your face in between Seth's shoulder and draping an arm over his side. Just as you were about to drift off, you felt Alphonse slide up behind you, your back now flush against his chest as he rubbed your arm sleepily.

"m'love you Boo..." he whispered against your neck before falling back into a deep sleep.

Hours later, you woke up and reached out, expecting to find someone by your side, but the bed was completely empty. Confused, you sat up and rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the grogginess of sleep. Panic started to rise in your chest as you checked your phone to see that the festivities were starting in fifteen minutes. Despite your time constraint, you couldn't help but spend the extra minute to throw together a cute outfit, before running downstairs. You were slightly out of breath when you reached the festival, which was set up around the heart of town, near Al's shop. Your pace crawled to a halt as you spotted Seth standing beside a table with his back to you. The boys had chosen a charming tablecloth that complemented the decor of the foldout table. They'd packaged and arranged the three batches of baked goodies, aligning them neatly for folks to grab them and go. You snuck up behind him and slipped your arms around his waist, resting your chip on his shoulder.

"Well hey there sleepin' beauty, or should I say baking beauty?" he chuckled at his own joke, to which you roll your eyes. You turn to the sound of another familiar voice,

"How'd you sleep Boo?" Alphonse asked, handing you an iced caramel latte, your favorite.

"Oooo! I'm definitely gonna need this," you say happily taking the coffee from your boyfriend.

"Look who's trying to score brownie points now," Seth mumbled sassily.

"Honestly, I slept pretty good!" You say, taking a quick sip,

"Seth's snoring is like the perfect white noise, it lulls me right to sleep," you giggle.

"You guys are seriously the best," You set your latte down and then wrap your arms around each of them, pulling them close to give them a little kiss.

"I couldn't have done this without you."

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The End <3

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