#*chanting* join us join us!

[puppetmaster13u]

Who wants a prompt entirely in memes.

#dcxdp #dpxdc #prompts #danny fenton #klarion the witch boy #billy batson #would they be called chaos trio or feral trio lol #they're all realm denizens #lil baby godlings of chaos space and magic respectively #Danny and Billy are halfas but Klarion is a Neverborn #Fawcett just shrugs whenever they see Billy run around #He's that feral child they've seen ride a tiger before #Though it's nice he's got a friend even if they're all riding tigers now #Oh well #Danny: Why am I the youngest >:/ #Billy: Because you're tinier than us #Danny: Having an adult form is cheating #Klarion: You're baby tho #Klarion: Omg we should go play with the justice league babies! #Danny: Omg friends yes! #Billy with the gods chanting Do It in his ears: This surely cannot go wrong #Billy: Let's bring them all kitties too so they have friends to snuggle with after playing #They might have run into Jason on the way and omg it's another undead bby who is older than them #Which isn't fair but also omg he should join them in their playing #Jason seeing glowing eyes in the shadows after reading several horror stories: NopeNopeNopeNopeNope #memes #meme

[giggly-squiggily]

I’m going to start Yu Yu Hakushou! Kurama is so pretty, but once I found out what the anime was about I was completely sold

AHHH YESH!!! Join us friend! Join the Kurama simp club! 🥰🥰🥰🥰 plus the anime is absolutely fantastic!! 🤩🤩🤩

#squiggily speaks #ask #cupcake-spice13 #friend :3 #yu yu hakusho #*chanting* join us join us! #it’s so GOOD!

[blitz0hno]

If we are counter protesting for Trans Rights in front of like a legislative building or something can we all chant "WE HAVE MORE IN COMMON WITH YOU THAN THE PEOPLE IN THAT BUILDING DO"??? I will be screaming it at the oppressors in my community only bcuz c'mon you can't tell me half the people consuming Fox News every night aren't crying because their food stamps are about to run out same as us

And even if they aren't when some idiot films the protest all the on the fence liberals might think a little bit at least

#I know there is no making them think #but we have to make the people on the fence think #it's a perfectly non-violent and objectively true chant #that completely negates their little arguments that have anything to do with the fake concept of gender #trans rights #trans rights are human rights #trans lives are human lives #protect trans kids #protect trans youth #tbh use this shit for anything supporting the oppressed #we are not asking them to join us we are establishing that we're better because we already realized what community means #promote transgenderism #cry about it #we literally are hurting nobody just by being trans wtf #these people don't care when actual crimes against kids happen and then target a community full of vulnerable minors #so I understand we have nothing in common with them on that ground but material conditions guys material conditions #gender is a material condition based on social perception and these people need to realize that #trans power #trans pride

[croszukis]

when i get lots of engagement from arber posting but no new people in habsfic

#chanting join us #join us

[completeoveranalysis]

[3]

Have you ever had a dream so bad that it ripped a sacred tree in half?

At least I think that’s what’s happening here. 

It um... doesn’t bode WELL for the Sakura-named-people resting in the Sakura-named-tree that has now been sliced in half due to Syaoran on Syaoran combat, that’s for sure.

At the very least her protective bubble has popped now that Lava Lamp is out of action, so that’s a bit of a small win/ huge loss situation.

Though on the plus side please enjoy the split screen reactions of Fai and Kurogane kind of also working as a single unit now that they’re united and open with each other. Here they both look in surprise, turning in opposite directions to face inwards at the same thing, each one with only one eye visible and the other shaded in darkness. With both of them together they present a complete pair of eyes, but a drastically different type of unity when contrasted against the Syaorans. But they COULD have been the same; Fai and Kurogane COULD have ripped each other apart the way their entire lives intended them to. But instead they chose each other, and now they’re a united pair. It’s a very nice parallel of imagery.

And Tomoyo is gorgeous. 

See also: Tomoyo is me while reading these chapters of Tsubasa.

#Every page all I can do is throw my hands together and pray for less tragedy #Or more tragedy? #I don’t know what I want but I’m loving it and terrified at the same time #Tsubasa #Liveblogging the reservoir Chronicle #Vol 176 #Fai #Kurogane #Tomoyo #Mokona #Now let us join the sacred chant of Tomoyo #dontkillsakuradontkillsakuradontkillsakura

[fruit-salad-ship]

I want those two (Peach and Plum) to fuck eachother senseless

I mean um what huh did I say something naaaah

The good news is they do on the regular.

Plum even gets the chance to wreck that big dope whenever she likes, if she asks nicely enough in just the right ways. Peach is not a monster, can’t deny her wife what she wants, when and if she wants it.

Sometimes however they have to work hard to get what they want so. No pain no gain!

#grey turns up #sees they’re balls deep in…well probably each other #and just lets them get to it #or joins in #depending on the situation I guess #they’re not against someone else tagging in #but some days it’s clear this is a rivalry thing between the girls #and you gotta let them get it out their systems #fruit salad #brainrot #suggestive #chanting #top plum #toppppp pluuuuuum #give her to usssss #oh wait. #I can give her to us

[youjustwaitsunshine]

GOT MY CAPS SIGNED BY SEB MICK AND GEORGE

#hope this posts i used up all my highspeed data sorry if it posts multiple times or smth #seb and mick were the best at the fan event thing hands down they took so much time #especially in comparison to others #lance was the only one who wasn't there #alonso was picky #lewis didn't do much sadly #zhou was very sweet as were williams and alpha tauri people #bottas was nice too bit points deduction because he gave only a weak thumbs up at the end #seb was so incredibly lovely. he almost didn't sign my cap because he was so late already but then he did it anyways #i love him so much #mclaren were lovely too!! #ferrari meh. there and gone again. esteban was sweet #george is lovely too #kmag was average i think? i was concentrating on seb and mick at that time but he was cool #oh seb is so sweet. i love him so much. and mick. my boys. my beloved boys. #we saw seb on his bike and lewis and a few more last night leaving the paddock too!! they waved!!! got some shaky af video footage!! #but the LOVE mick got? people started chanting SCHUMACHER to get him over to them to sign stuff and it heated up to everyone joining in

[bat-zilla]

Stop rbing so much dope art I am getting invested in trottmnt, I already have more than enough brainrot medias i cant have another

/lh

;grabs you now listen to me anon, i am talking directly into your ear now. i need you to do me a favor. you will do this for me. i need you to go watch rottmnt- /j

but in all seriousness if you do ever want a new brainrot media watch rottmnt please it's really good and it's a fun take on the tmnt with a very unique style! Also as a resident Donnie stan please, I wanna talk about him and my alt take on one scene from the movie

#juice.exe #;chants JOIN US JOIN US JOIN US JOIN US JOIN US J-

[fromgoy2joy]

I sat next to the protest today.

I wrote fan-fiction about two gay jewish dads raising children to the play list of the chant- "No peace on stolen land!" on an American college campus. It isn't a name brand one either, nor does it have any legitimate ties to Israel. The anger is just there- it has rotten these future doctors, nurses, teachers, and members of society.

I don't even know what to call their demonstration- it was a tizzy of a Jew hatred affair. At points, there were empathetic statements about Gazans and their suffering. Then outright support of Hamas and violent resistance against all colonizers. Then this bizarre fixation on antisemitism while explaining the globalists are behind everything.

"Antisemitism doesn't exist. Not in the modern day," A professor gloated over a microphone in front of the library. "It's a weaponized concept, that's prevents us from getting actual places- ignore anyone who tells you otherwise."

"How can we be antisemitic?" A pasty white girl wearing a red Jordanian keffiyeh gloats five minutes later. "Palestinians are the actual semites."

"there is only one solution!" The crowd of over 50 students and faculty cried, over and over.

"Been there, done that," I thought, then added a reference to a mezuza in the fourth paragraph.

Two other Jewish students passed where I was parked out, hunching and trying to be as innocuous as possible. We laughed together at my predicament, where I am willingly hearing this bullshit and feeling so amused by this.

"Am I crazy? For sitting here?" I asked them. My friends shook their heads.

"We did the same last week- it's an amazing experience, isn't it?”

We all cackled hysterically again. They left to study for finals. Two minutes later, I learned from the current speaker that “Zionism” is behind everything bad in this world.

Forty-five minutes in, a boy I recognized joined me on my lonely bench. He came from a very secular Jewish family and had joined Hillel recently to learn more about his culture. His first Seder was two nights ago.

He sat next to me, heavy like the weight of the world was on his shoulders. There was just this despondent look on his face. I couldn’t describe it anyone else, but just sheer hopelessness personified.

“They hate us. I can’t believe how much they hate us.” He said in greeting.

And for the first time all day, I had no snarky response or glib. All I could do was stare out into the crowd, and sigh.

#fromgoy2joy thoughts #jumblr #jewish #jewish convert #jewish tumblr #jewish conversion #jewblr #tw antisemtism #antisemitism #am israel chai #am yisroel chai #am yisrael chai #Jewish on campus #jewishness #judaism #antisemitism mention #leftist antisemitism #goyim don't touch

[horrorartsworld]

Hi! I’ve read quite a lot of your works and I’ve got to say, you’re a great writer, like oh my god!

I was wondering if you could write a one shot of Alastor with a female reader wife who’s like Beetlejuice? Appearance wise (but more feminine), personality wise and power wise as well. Maybe he hadn’t seen her full power before due to no one chanting her name, but during extermination day, as a last resort, someone does and she kind of just goes full on “beast mode” to protect her husband? What would Alastor’s reaction be? Would he like it?

If you can’t do it, that’s alright! I hope you have a great day! ^^

( ≧ᗜ≦)₊˚⊹♡ OMG NONNIE!! you do not understand how excited i was to write this for you hence beetjuice being one of my favorite movies hehe and thank you so much i hope you enjoy this one !!

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ghost with the most !

alastor/beetlejuice f!reader

warnings: slight angst, mentions of blood and massacre, some fluff towards the end!!

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“Wait…sooo you’re telling me chuckles over there has a wife?!” Angel Dust asks his voice raising in disbelief towards the chipper blond in front of him who just so happened to spring this unbelievable information on him.

“Oh sure!” Mimzy raved, with a sort of twinkle in her eye that she only got when she started to gossip. “Under all that creepy and murderous exterior there’s a big ol’ sap! Can’t say I blame him ether — his wife’s a real firecracker! Me and her use to get into all kinds of trouble when we were living!”

She sighs reminiscent on her past looking like she was lost in thought before Angel erupts in bewilderment once more, “There’s no fucking way! I can’t believe i’ve never heard about this…”

Then he suddenly glares at Husk who was unamused by the whole thing. “What?” He huffs with an eyebrow raised, using a towel to wipe off the innards of a dirty glass.

“You knew about this didn’t you…” He eyes him with the worst stink eye making Husk snort, “Listen…I did but that women is bad news and if anyone bothers to say her name three times it’s over…” The cat then places the glass delicately amongst the others before Mimzy gestures for a drink earning a scowl out of him, grabbing the glass once more. “Besides why wouldn’t i know…”

Angel Dust rolls his eyes, resting his cheeks in a pair of his hands taking all this new information in, then sitting up straight again. “Wait? why three times..”

Mimzy giggles delightfully like a toddler clapping her hands seeing Husk place a full glass in front of her. “It’s like her way of a contract honey, to make sure you truly need her when she’s summoned and she’s not all that bad Huskie she’s just a little eccentric and bizarre is all, but truly a fun gal!”

Husk lets out an annoyed huff turning his back to her as she downs her drink in one big gulp with a small hiccup following. “Besides no one’s seen her in years, bless her damned soul…” Mimzy goes back to being reminiscent once more, but this time with a frown forming on her face which was unusual for her.

“Anyways tits, are ya joining us tomorrow? Gonna be a riot.”Angel Dust attempts at changing the subject though he still wanted to know more, seeming that his question somewhat spooked her she started readying herself to leave.

“No, no, no sweetheart! As much as I loooove a good brawl, this one is just not my cup of tea, kick ass though, choa!” And like that the tiny little blonde broad was gone out the door.

Leaving Angel to stew on all this information he just consumed, his eyes then wandering on the grouch in front of him with a smirk playing on his face.

“Wanna fuck before we die?”

“No.”

“Worth a shot.”

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On Extermination Day it wasn’t looking so hot for the Hazbin crew.

Each and everyone getting hit down one by one like a domino effect without really too much that they could do about it with their fire power seeming to not be enough like they thought.

Angel Dust looks along the battle field, spotting most of his friends injured or worse and none other than Alastor actually getting his ass kicked. Causing the spider insane amounts of uneasiness, when suddenly an idea clicks.

“Y/n…..,” Angel Dust hesitates thinking back to what Husk said about you and how this could possibly turn out. “Ah fuck it….Y/n! Y/n! Y/n!” He gives in shouting it as loud as he possibly could and within an instant the sky above the hotel swirled in green, causing many sinners and angels to look into the direction of it completely in awe of what it could be.

Alastor holding his chest as the gash across it starts to burn profusely, he notices everyone had stopped for some odd reason making him look in the direction of what had caught everyone’s attention, and if that man’s smile wasn’t permanently on his face already you would’ve saw the biggest grin known to man.

Suddenly a loud noise of a playful accordion rips through the air in a circus theme. ( https://youtu.be/gwsR5gOKK1U?feature=shared sounds something like this if your curious.) “Attention Kmart shoppers!” Your sweet yet sinister voice echoes throughout everyone’s ears with a menacing giggle following. “CLEAN UP ON ISLE SEVEN!! ,” Everyone looks around confused without noticing your form appearing in the middle of a bunch of the Exterminators, Angel Dust finally getting a good look at you causing his jaw to drop. Green hair flowed down your shoulders, a white and black striped dress hugged your body as two large mallets adorned both hands with a mischievous grin that could put Alastor’s to shame, then spinning both mallets around before giving quick blows to each and every dumbfounded exterminator that you saw, leaving an absolute massacre in your wake. Chest heaving with golden blood on your face, when you suddenly notice them, quickly wiping the blood with your striped sleeve and made your way over.

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(dress ref!!)

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷

Your green cloud forms behind a unsuspecting Adam with a pointed black nail coming out to tap his shoulder. He looks around aimlessly before facing Alastor once more, and then suddenly a large golf club appears with you on the other end of it with a golfers cap on your head. “FOUR!” Is shouted from your lips as you suddenly swing it with much force sending the douche bag flying lord knows where.

You hold your hand over your eyes pretending you saw where he was going, but then quickly snapped out of it to tend to your lover. “Always know how to make an entrance my dear,” Alastor says rather proud of his wife for being able to keep her cool all while kicking ass. “Oh you know I can’t help myself when there’s a crowd!” You dust yourself off before you do your best to help him up seeing his gash slowly dissipating into nothingness leaving just the rip in his nice dress shirt making you frown. “Awww Al, he ruined my favorite shirt!” You then loose track of what you were upset about and start playing with the hole delicately skimming your fingers across his skin, making him shiver as you made it seem like a mouth making ‘nom, nom,nom’ noises until Alastor cleared his throat.

“Sorry babe..” He chuckles down at you while then patting your head, before you wrap your arm around him taking him back to his friends.

“That’s quite alright…now how about we do some catching up, i want to hear all about your adventures,” He says looking down at you feeling how much he really missed this, missed you, clinging to you close like he never wanted to let you go again while you two walked.

Your eyes light up, bouncing up and down giddily next to him before jabbering on the rest of the way about things like almost getting eaten by a sand worm and practically ruining a recently deceased married couples start on the after life.

And of course Alastor was happy to hear all of it from his precious wife who he adorned and loved very much…

#☆⋆｡𖦹 my writings #☆⋆｡𖦹anon’s #☆⋆｡𖦹 alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel fanfic #hazbin imagine #alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor x reader #hazbin hotel alastor x reader #alastor imagine #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin alastor

[soon-palestine]

as an american citizen, you have the right to assemble. the police and other governmental agencies violate this right through mass arrests, illegal use of force, criminalization of protest and other means that threaten our right to free expression.

DO NOT TALK TO THE POLICE:

they are not your friends. they are not there to protect you, regardless of your race. their presence there is to protect the interests of the state.

what to do if you are detained or stopped by the police:

do not resist, even if you think they are violating your rights.

calmly ask someone to record.

ask if you’re free to leave. if you are, walk away.

how to stay safe during a protest:

write phone/legal aid numbers on your body. bring a sharpie for others to do this.

ALWAYS use the buddy system. don’t be selfish & stick to your own friend group. if you see someone alone, invite them into your circle.

don’t know where to seek legal aid?

before attending/during a protest, visit http://nlg.org/chapters/#massdefense.

NLG chapters are organized into regions. find. your region and write their number on your body.

encourage others around you to write that same number on their body.

4. if you are threatened with or under arrest:

you have the right to know why you’re being arrested. calmly ask. if they refuse to provide a reason, stay quiet and ask for legal representation immediately.

do not give any information or sign anything without a lawyer present.

what to do with your phone during a protest:

put your phone on airplane mode

disable face ID/touch, replace with 6-digit passcode instead

spreading awareness is great but avoid posting photos of people that include identifying features.

police want everyone to leave the area, what should that look like:

shutting down a protect through a dispersal order must be the last resort for police.

a clear danger must be present.

police must give adequate time for protesters to disperse and an exit route.

what are your rights if you’re being stopped or detained by police:

you do not have to consent to you or your belongings being searched. if you consent, anything can be used against you in court.

police can conduct a “pat down” if they suspect you have a weapon.

if you see someone being detained, what should you do:

record the interaction. police can not demand to view or delete any footage without a warrant.

use calming affirmations towards the person being detained. they are likely scared. be there for them.

use whatever privilege you have to protect others.

if you see a disabled person struggling, offer to help. find medics to assist people experiencing anxiety or having a panic attack. if you see a BIPOC being harassed, surround them.

personal note on using your privilege: i have seen white people, countless times, place themselves in front of BIPOC when police draw weapons/approach protests. it often works.

do not be a person that just acknowledges their privilege, use it for good.

10. remember that we protect us. ignite this chant as a reminder to everyone present if you have to. communities are supposed to help one another. don’t be a sell out, offer support, share resources, food and water. be a kind soul.

if you can not participate in a protest for whatever reason, you can still help! drop-off supplies! (water bottles, allergy-friendly foods/snacks with ingredients labels on them, sharpies, cards with legal aid numbers on them, masks, makeup remover wipes, hand sanitizer, etc)

sources/disclaimer: main source:

@ACLU and my own opinions. this is not legal advice. consult legal representation if you are in need of assistance.

stay safe, be on the right side of history. black lives matter, no one is illegal, we protect us, land back, all oppression is connected and free palestine. 🇵🇸

#palestine #gaza #free palestine

[flamingpudding]

A lot can happen in 1 minute

And the worst part was Bruce had not been able to do anything to stop the chaos as all of this started right in the middle of a Gala, his children and him attended.

Bruce could do nothing but watch with growing internal horror as he stared at what was happening before him, champagne glass still in hand.

It all started with a fanatic suddenly getting the entire galas attention. Screaming something about Bruce Wayne will fall for them as they slammed some sort of magic duck thingy on the ground.

A second later, John Constantine, off all people, appeared yelling about finally finding the lad that stole a highly dangerous artifact while green smoke rose towards the ceiling of the hall.

By now some guest have started screaming and started to evacuate while other appeared curious thinking this was some sort of show. And shamefully Bruce had to admit that he lost sight of his children during this.

Though not even 10 seconds after Constantines entrance Bruce spied one of his children, Nightwing, crashing into the hall in gear and tackling the fanatic that was now yelling something at the smoke about fulfilling their end of the deal and granting their wish of tying Bruce Wayne to them.

5 seconds later he noticed Constantine was chanting something and the gathering smoke below the ceiling now started to glow.

At this point Bruce really wanted to dip out and join the scene as Batman but was rooted in place by a buisness partner clinging to him and trying to pull him to safety.

Another 3 seconds passed, and the smoke glowed brightly in Lazarus green. Worried Bruce tried to at least find one of his other children aside from the one that was still wrestling with the fanatic and was internally horrified to make eye contact with a wide eyed Jason and his glowing green eyes.

In the following 7 seconds he had tried to get to his son, but before he could even manage to get rid of the buisness partner still holding on to him a bright light blinded everyone for another 4 seconds.

Once their sight returned it took them another 5 seconds to realize that one the smoke was gone, two John Constantine was cursing up a storm holding a black haired kid and three the fanatic used the light to escape.

There was a stunned silence of 3 seconds before John Constantine looked around the room and suddenly zeroed down on Bruce. Bruce did not stiffen as the Brite looked at him with narrowed eyes, then down at the teen in his arms before marching over to him within the next ten seconds.

"You! You're Bruce Wayne, right? Congratulations, you got another kid via magic now. Here is the kid and my card. Call me if anything weird is happening with them." Before Bruce could even say anything, the teen was disposed into his arms together with John's apparent business card. The magican turned away from Bruce before marching over to his son in gear and starting to drag him out.

"Nightwing! Help me catch this bloody magic thief before some other summoning shit with stolen artifacts to spice up another rich guys ball or whatever goes down! I got a tracker spell on them! And call Bats while you're at it"

Right at the one minute mark. The chaos concluded to the point that Bruce Wayne was standing in the middle of a gala with a teen in his arm that was apparently magically made to be his and the fanatics child.

That was when the next kind of chaos broke out as his reminding children fought their way over to him through the suddenly coming back to live press and reporters that started to bombard him with questions about the unconscious teen in his arms.

#danny fenton #danny phantom #dpxdc #dp x dc #crossover #dcxdp #bruce wayne #john constantine #danny gets summoned by a fanatic Brucie fan during a gala #that fanatic stole some magic artifacts John was trying to catch them for #originally danny was summoned as phantom #but before he could form john knocked him out with a spell #he fell unconscious amd detramsformed #making them think the fanatic got their wish #the batkids think they got a magically created brother #still sick and my mind still gets weird ideas #have fun with this

[ameliathornromance]

“Raise your arms higher.” Your Orc Boyfriend commanded.

You watched, book open on your lap, as your Orc and a few of his others watched your toddler clutch at a small wooden sword. Sitting a little further away from them and on the ground, you prepared yourself to run over and save the poor boy.

The child you found a few years ago had grown to be healthy. No thanks to the other Orcs around him, who encouraged his rough housing and boisterousness. When the boy came to be with you, he would sit serenely with you as you read to him, asking questions whenever he had any. And when the day was done, he would usually collapse into bed, a sleepy smile adorning his face.

“I want to use a sword.” The boy told you one day while you read him a story about Knights.

“You don’t need to use a sword,” you told him, ruffling his hair. “Your father will keep you safe.”

“He says that powerful men of any species should protect the women.” Your toddler sat up on your bed. “I want to protect you, Mama.”

You sighed, “that’s very sweet of you, but I don’t know honey-pie, you’re not like the others here…”

“What’s this?” Entering your tent, your Orc Boyfriend asked.

“Papa!” Your toddler leapt off the bed and rushed up to him. “Can you teach me how to use a sword?”

Before you could express your disapproval, a giant grin spread across your Orc’s face. “Yes, of course, my boy!” Picking up your toddler, he tosses him up in the air. “Didn’t I tell you?” Your Orc Boyfriend beamed at you. “He’s going to grow to be a powerful warrior!”

How could you shoot down their excitement? And so here you were now. Sat outside, making sure your poor child didn’t hurt himself.

The child strained, his face scrunched up in determination. His arms trembled, his little hands wrapped around the handle of the sword, gripping onto it like his life depended on it.

You did not know where the sword had come from. A part of you suspected your Orc made it in anticipation that your son might want to train one day.

Everyone held their breath in suspense. You gripped onto the book, leaning forward, prepared to run and save the toddler. And then…

The boy struck the sword high above his head. You and the Orcs all erupted with cheers. “Go on, boy!” Your Orc bellowed.

Your whole body relaxed, you exhaled an unsteady breath. Your toddler dropped the small sword and joined in with the celebrations alongside the other Orcs, who lifted him in the air and began chanting something in the Orc tongue.

Your boyfriend spotted your relieved expression and came over. Kneeling down in front of you, “he was fine, you saw that.” He said, softly.

“I know…” you said. “He’s just a kid. Most toddlers can’t even speak in full sentences.”

“No thanks to you reading from him every day.” He smiled. “He’s a smart boy. We will be careful with him. We are not unaware that he is human, like you. But I have never hurt you, have I?” Taking your hand, he squeezed it reassuringly.

Meeting his gaze, you gave a small smile. Squeezing his hand back, both of you watched as your son swung his sword, a huge grin across his face.

#monster lover #orc fiction #orc x reader #orc boyfriend #monster x female #orc romance #monster x you #monster x human #monster romance #monster x reader #monster fluff #monster boyfriend #monster bf #monster boyfriend fluff

[daycourtofficial]

Wildest Dreams

Summary: Azriel has a dirty dream about you and unbeknownst to him, his shadows begin to act out parts of his dream.

Warnings: smut, dubcon, shadowplay, minors DNI

Author’s note: I might make a part two to this? Uncertain yet. Banner by cafekitsune

You looked so beautiful underneath him, all tied up, your legs spread to give him the perfect view of you. Naked as the day you were born, just waiting for him. He looks at you, watching you squirm underneath his gaze. He takes his time, his eyes roving over every inch of you, drinking you in.

He grabs one of your legs, starting to kiss your ankle, moving his way slowly up your leg, your shuddering breathes causing him to slow his pace the closer he gets to your core. He’s halfway up your thigh when he starts nipping and sucking, wanting to leave a distinct line of marks up your thigh, marking you as his.

He reaches all the way up your thigh, and you are trying so hard to rub his face against yourself. He pins down your hips, moves his face directly in front of your heat and asks, “is this what you want?”

You can feel his words and the vibrations travel through you, heightening every feeling going through you. His mouth is mere inches from you, and he’s getting drunk off the smells of your arousal.

You whimper out a soft “yes”, desperate with need, and he accepts the invitation and his tongue slowly makes it’s way into your folds.

Unbeknownst to Azriel, as he slept a few shadows slipped from under his door and into your room. They searched the room, happy to find you in bed, laying on your back, a flowy nightgown adorning your body.

You were resting with a foot out from under the covers, but most of your legs and torso was covered. One shadow slips back out to retreieve more, while the other two shadows start swirling up your legs, moving the blanket out of their way as they swirl up your body.

More shadows slip in, your unconscious state keeping you from noticing their presence. The shadows dance around you, happy to have found you like this.

Will please master, they whisper to each other.

As you sleep, a few shadows begin sliding up your nightgown, the cool air hardening your nipples quickly. A few other shadows grab your wrists gingerly, holding them above your head gently, but firmly.

Some of the shadows lift up your nightgown, swirling around your hips before beginning to move across your pussy. You moan in your sleep, your hips moving on their accord against the new pleasing presence.

The shadows start exploding with excitement over your noises and even more join the fun. Their excitement comes to a head when they hear you moan out their master’s name, deciding that they know exactly what to do.

Azriel was used to waking up to his shadows wanting to tell him something. Cassian ate a midnight snack or Feyre got up to check on Nyx. Tonight they began chanting your name in his ear, along with the phrase, present for you, master.

Azriel decides to get up, taking a moment to calm his erratic heart rate and his erratic erection. His shadows won’t let him take too long as they start dragging him out of the room, pushing and pulling him towards your room.

He can smell your arousal through the door, sweeter than he had imagined it would be. He opens the door, being met with a sight he knows he’ll never forget.

You’re tied down to the bed by shadows with only your black nightgown covering your body. Hands above your head, shadows encapsulate several of your body parts, keeping you from leaving. Several shadows swarm over your eyes, leaving you without sight.

He can’t stop watching as your hips gírate on the wisps of his shadows, their cool touch causing you to moan in arousal.

He’s frozen in the doorway, unable to move, just watching his shadows recreate the moment from his dream so perfectly, aside from the nightgown. They did call you a present, and perhaps that was the wrapping paper. Then he hears it.

Azriel.

You’re moaning his name, throwing your head back in pleasure, and he can’t hold himself back anymore. Unsure if you’re dreaming or just imagining him, he can’t let your lust and need continue over a fake version of himself. He strides over to your bed, climbing on top of you, his legs in between your spread ones.

The scent of you is burning his nostrils, a scent he wants imprinted on himself forever. He leans forward, grabbing your jaw as his shadows dissipate from your eyes. He strokes his thumb on your jaw, causing your eyes to open.

You look at him, eyes full of lust and uncertainty. His shadows are still keeping you pinned down, and Azriel realizes then that you were having a dirty dream about the two of you.

Your eyes tell him you can’t discern if this is real or not, so he takes the leap both of you have been dancing around for months, neither brave enough to do it.

“Dreaming of me, sweetheart?”

A moan leaves your lips involuntarily, and your face heats red at your position, at him catching you having a sex dream about him.

“It’s okay,” he purrs, lowering himself down so he’s inches from your face. “You should see what we do in my dreams.”

Your eyes look back at him - searching for humor, for insincerity. All you’re met with in return is love, devotion, and hunger.

His mouth reaches for your ears and whispers, “is this okay? My shadows did this while I was asleep.”

A smile graces your lips, “were they acting out your dream?”

He smirks, “it seems so.”

“Then show me what the rest of your dream was.”

#acotar fanfiction #azriel #azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel fanfic #azriel smut

[coco-loco-nut]

Miss Americana

Pairing: Lando Norris x American!Reader

Summary: Moments with Lando and his silly, American, girlfriend

TW: AMERICA! RAHH🦅

a/n: i wrote this super quick bc the ideas were bombarding me at work and it is not proofread. it’s also silly and stupid as an apology for my last oneshot which seemed to break y’all.

requests are open! masterlist part two

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Lando didn’t mind you were American, in fact, that might be why he loved you. You poked fun at his britishness, even trying to copy his accent. It’s almost like a joke with you two.

“Baby, where are you?” Lando whines from his gaming chair, needing attention, having texted you a minute ago asking you for cuddles.

“I’m declaring my independence!” You yell back, your voice coming from outside. He pauses his game and trudges towards your voice. The two of you are spending time in your American residence, near Miami. He spots you near the pool, holding something out.

“Baby, what are you doing?” He spots your camera recording.

“Happy December 16th!” You grin, dropping a box of tea into the pool. Lando’s brows furrow, thinking back to the book he read about the Revolutionary War. Needing to have some sort of reference for your jokes, he bought a book with the basics to read on the flights to races.

“Oh… I get it. Babe, we aren’t even IN Boston,” Lando says after a minute, and after you start laughing, he does too. Lando quickly grabs your phone and pushes you in the water too.

“Rude,” you huff, grabbing the tea box and climbing out of the pool. If it weren’t for your grin, Lando would be running away. You grab your phone and Logan pops out from behind the bushes as Lando’s phone dings.

“Wait, I thought you were recording,” Lando says, his eyes narrowing at Logan.

“Nope,” you pop the p and walk inside, the video quickly going viral and spreading around the drivers group chats. Logan makes his quick escape, leaving Lando to wonder why he agreed to associate with Americans.

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“GO GO GO GO! YES! TOUCHDOWN!” You yell, seemingly oblivious to the cold. Lando surprised you with a trip to your alma mater’s biggest football game of the season. He asked Logan for help with the surprise, but the Floridian didn’t mention, well, how much of a cult the school was.

“Logan said it was going to be cold, but not this cold,” Lando grumbles, taking a cute pic of you cheering.

“Babe, he has terrible taste in schools, why would you take his advice? Also, this is the northeast, it’s obviously going to be way colder than Austin will be next week,” You snort before joining in on a chant. Lando was only slightly regretting choosing seats right beside the student section, however, he could get behind the drinking. Especially tailgating. When you drug him out of his nice warm bed to hang outside the stadium at 9am with your old college friends, he was skeptical. All it took was one freshly grilled meal and a beer to turn that around. He is planning on creating an American tailgate for the race next week in Austin.

“American universities are... something else,” Lando smiles at you. Seeing as you are only one year removed from college, you had plans for the weekend.

“Just wait until we go to the bars later. Oh! And the frat party tomorrow, it’s family weekend and my cousin is getting us in,” you smile back at him. It was indeed a long, drunk, weekend, but Lando couldn’t help but admit that he would be more than happy to come back for more games throughout the year.

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Austin was something else the next weekend. You and Logan were quick to jump on board with Lando’s idea for a tailgate, and you all gathered at the Airbnb that you rented the night before the race, right after qualifying. The team’s socials loved the idea as well as the Formula One social media team, so you paid for nothing as the drivers and friends gathered at the Airbnb for your and Logan’s tailgate. You made sure there were multiple coolers full of alcohol, soda, and water while Logan manned the grill. You wore a NFL football jersey while Logan repped a Miami Dolphins jersey.

“Why are those two arguing,” Max asks Lando, observing you and Logan fight about whose team is better.

“Either college football or pro football,”

“American football, mate,” George says, standing on the other side of Max.

“All I’m saying is that you have TERRIBLE taste in teams!” You huff in Logan’s direction. He rolls his eyes, turning his focus to the grill as you grab a beer. Lando, who is sporting your alma mater’s football jersey, walks over to the two of you.

“She’s not wrong, Logan,” Lando chuckles as the blonde boy throws his arms up in the air in frustration. Honestly, the only thing that can top the bickering between the both of you is when you pull out the jell-o shots and people start grabbing food.

Half an hour later, you turn on the projector to the screen, a Disney logo behind you. You take position in front of the screen, remote in hand as a microphone. The crowd turns their attention to you. Lando’s lips twitch up in amusement.

“I just got three things to say. God bless our troops. God bless America. AND GENTLEMEN. START YOUR ENGINES!” You yell as you hit play on the remote.

“Okay, focus. Speed. I. Am. Speed.” The voice says over the screen. You and Logan decided to culture everyone, making the end of the tailgate partly a movie night. Eventually, everyone finds a seat in the lawn chairs scattered in front of the screen. Lando grabs your hand and kisses the back of it when you sit down.

“I love you, y/n,” he smiles softly as he nurses his beer.

“Love you more, Lan, but not as much as America,” you chuckle, teasing him. He playfully rolls his eyes, knowing you are jesting.

“Are you always so… American?” Daniel laughs as he sits in the open chair beside you.

“Shut up before she drunkenly sings the national anthem,” Lando hisses, cringing at the time he mistakenly took you to a karaoke pub in London on July 4th. Honestly, he should’ve known better.

“I hate you all,”

#lando norris x reader #f1 x reader #f1 imagines #lando norris imagine #america #logan sargeant #silly goose

[undreaming-fanfiction]

Okay, so vampire Eddie is a pretty standard trope at this point, but may I offer...Twilight vampire Eddie who is absolutely pissed off about his sparkly existence?

Eddie actually isn't that old, he was turned in the 80s when he was around 20. He lives with his small and not only vampire family. There's patriarch Wayne, his partner Scott who always becomes a teacher no matter where they move, Claudia Henderson and her son that have been with them ever since Scott noticed Dustin being unusually quiet in his class and soon after, Wayne kicked out his abusive father.

The problem with living with a smart man who loves educating people and a man who never received the education he deserved is - they take school really, really seriously. Whenever they move, Eddie usually has to re-join high school, it's all "just so that you have some socialization! Also we need to be able to blend in, so look around and see what's normal with young people! Also I'm pretty sure some of the stuff we know is now obsolete or disproven, so make sure to tell us!". And Eddie loves Wayne and Scott, he really does, but he had trouble blending in even when he was alive, so now? Impossible. As for gathering information, Eddie has been trying for decades to explain to Wayne that even if becoming a vampire healed the wounds from the lynching mob, it didn't do shit for his ADHD, so there. Wayne finds Eddie banging his head into a desk one day and chanting "WHAT-THE-FUCK-IS-TIK-TOK?!"

So yes, Eddie hates being a forever highschooler, but it also means he can run DnD clubs everywhere he joins and he's not even lynched for it like in the 80s, so hey, progress! He gets mostly content with his existence, except that he's fucking sparkly and can't turn into a bat, so what's the point?!

But then a huge group of people moves from the close town of Hawkins, they had a really fucked up earthquake - Wayne told him all about it, he often volunteered in rescue and high risk works, and he's never seen anything like it - and their little town becomes way more crowded. There are high school freshmen just begging to be introduced to his club, Hellfire, although one of them is scary observant and Eddie is really sure that Jane knows he's a vampire.

And then there's Steve Harrington. A young man with the prettiest hair ever who joined Eddie's class, apparently he needs to repeat the last year too because if your school burns down, you can't take final exams. He's stupidly pretty, snarky, bitchy, and even though he could be partying day and night and spending the rest of his time on dates, he prefers to hang around with the freshmen. Lucas tells him one day that Steve got badly hurt when he was digging through the collapsed middle school, finding and rescuing their whole group, and well...Eddie respects that. Dustin absolutely loves Steve and maybe Eddie feels a bit jealous, but he has to admit - the guy is cool.

The problem with Steve Harrington is this - he's seen so much shit that nothing really fazes him. Eddie loves shocking people. Steve is unshockable. It becomes their little game, they get close, Eddie realizes he has an embarrassing crush, all that jazz. He tries dropping hints, he slurps his bloody lunch from a bottle that has a "THIS IS DEFINITELY TOMATO JUICE AND NOTHING ELSE". He wears a cape. He adopts a horrible Dracula accent. Nothing works. Steve always just laughs and tells him that he's weird and that's why he likes him.

Finally, Eddie has enough. They walk in the woods to get high, Eddie decides to break the ice, he scoops up Steve, does his whole dashing-through-the-woods thing, and he hopes that he can finally share his secret with Steve.

Except Steve just pats his back and says "Wow, that was cool, man! You'd be amazing at track. Great core strength too," and Eddie's head implodes.

"Okay, Steve. Don't you think there's something rotten here?" he tries.

"I mean, it's the woods. Of course there's something rotting all the time."

Eddie tries again. "You've noticed something strange, haven't you. I'm inhumanly fast and strong."

"I sure didn't expect that! You must be secretly training. I didn't know this town had a gym."

Again. "My skin is pale white and ice cold."

Steve is watching a nearby squirrel instead of looking horrified. "Yeah, not all people tan great, Robin is like that too. And I told you, man. Your circulation is shit, you need better socks and some gloves too."

"My eyes change color."

"Yeah, I know, I do envy you that you can wear those cool contact lenses. My eyes are too dry for that."

Eddie is growing desperate, he's gesturing at the trees because Steve doesn't listen. "I speak like I'm from a different time."

"80s slashers will do that to you. You basically live on those. But I gotta admit that they're pretty fun. Oh look, she's got an acorn! Clever girl!"

"Very clever. Also I never eat or drink anything."

"Hey, I'm not judging. Some people prefer one or two meals in a day instead of the whole five meal thing."

Eddie feels like howling and he isn't even a werewolf. "I. DON'T. GO. INTO. THE. SUNLIGHT."

Steve's eyes finally leave the squirrel. "Duh. We've already established you can't tan."

And Eddie's had enough. He tears off his t-shirt, marches directly into the sunlight and throws the biggest tantrum of his life. "STEVEN HARRINGTON. PAY ATTENTION. I am 20. I have been 20 for a while now. You know what I am, right? I am a vampire. So ask me the question, what do we eat? That wasn't a fucking tomato juice Steven!!!"

Steve just watches him with quiet amusement, as if he's waiting for something.

Eddie doesn't notice. His monologue is reaching its most dramatic part. "I've killed people before! I'm the world's most dangerous predator!"

Steve snorts. "I saw you trip over your own feet in the cafeteria."

"Not the point!"

"You told a waitress "you too" when she told you to enjoy your meal."

Eddie actually howls now. "THE POINT IS." He spins in the sunlight and sees the reflections of light off his skin. "I wouldn't have minded becoming a vampire, but let me tell you. Being stuck in high school forever? Sucks. Craving chips and throwing them up whenever you try them? SUCKS. And thinking you've become the legendary creature of the night when you're a glorified glitter mascot?! And you can't even fly?! DOUBLE SUCKS."

He points at his bare glittering chest. "THIS THE SKIN OF A FUCKING DISCO BALL, STEVE!"

Steve just laughs and gets up from the tree stump he was sitting on. "Thanks for sharing. I was kinda hoping you'd finally ask me out since this is the first time we've had some privacy, but this was interesting too."

Eddie's sharing mania suddenly stops. He realizes he's shirtless in the middle of the forest, and his yelling has scared off the squirrel. He promptly grabs his shirt and puts in on. "Um. You...you wanted me to ask you out? Because I totally want to do that. Yep. But I thought it would have been unfair to ask you before I told you-"

"That you're a vampire? Dude, I know."

Eddie blinks once. Then again. "Excusemewhat?"

Steve smiles at him and touches his hand. "Look. After what happened in Hawkins, I know the smell of blood. I knew it wasn't tomato juice. Also I've accompanied the kids to enough monster flicks to know."

"Oh." Eddie licks his lips and doesn't really know what to say. "Um. What...does that mean for us?"

Laughing, Steve grabs his other hand too. "Definitely two things. One - you can and should kiss me. Two - you can stop wearing that cape. I got your point."

"Oh okay. Cool. Will do. Both."

And since Eddie Munson is a vampire of his word, he does.

(Wayne is absolutely delighted that Eddie is dating, he watches sports with Steve and discusses the pros and cons of Steve becoming a paramedic. Scott helps Steve with some of the subjects he's struggling with. In return, Steve works with Robin to find a makeup brand that is fully sparkleproof, giving the vampires a chance to walk in the sunlight again. And sometimes, he helps them answer the questions that have been plaguing the Munson-Clarke-Henderson household for years...such as: what is TikTok?)

(oh and also. Turns out Steve really thought Eddie was wearing creepy contact lenses. That one aspect of vampyrism he found very cool)

#eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #steddie #steddie drabble #steddie au #twilight au #look I have no excuse #vampire eddie munson #discoball eddie munson