#...can i take Tommy? 👉👈

[thebiggerbear]

um...

is someone going to tell them or...?

#i was looking up Tommy goodness and came across this #look at chim's reaction too #explain yourselves 911 show #as much as i love Tommy is there hope for later on? #buddie #911 #don't mind me #i'm just over here applying my clown make-up #buck and eddie can have each other #...can i take Tommy? 👉👈 #i know he wouldn't be into me but i want him 🥺 #whines in thirsty

[buckttommy]

jack 👉👈 how do you picture their second kiss? does buck initiate it? also do you have any general lil headcanons you feel like sharing? 👉👈💞

for u, my little meerkat?? anything.

so. their second kiss. their second kiss. hmmmm. i think their second kiss is a lot more hesitant than their first kiss, like. they actually know what they are to each other now. like, their first kiss, i think, kind of came as a surprise to both of them, but this one? this one means something. they're both jumping in head-first with this kiss. so. they're hesitant, not because they're afraid but because they're exploring what it means to be this close, to feel this connected to each other. their bodies are pressed together, they're dancing (swaying) to the tune of whatever's spilling through the hospital speakers (maddie and chimney are going to get married in hospital, mark my words) and. like. neither of them smell the greatest because *gestures wildly at the bachelor party* and whatever goes on afterwards, so they haven't had time to shower. but. they're close. this is their moment. no one that they loved or cared about died and life is kind of very fucking beautiful right now.

so. their noses are brushing. their breaths are caught in their throats. and, this close, buck can see every line in tommy's face and tommy can see every one of buck's acne scars and they both think that the other has never looked so fucking perfect, so fucking beautiful as they do right now. and when their mouths meet, neither of them are surprised by how much it feels like coming home. and it shouldn't, right, like. after two dates, one ending in complete disaster, being together like this, kissing like this shouldn't feel so safe, so warm, so comforting. but it does. and they're both in SO much deeper than they ever could have imagined. none of this has gone the way either of them thought it would when chim called tommy out of the blue. but. they're here now. they're here now and everything is so good. so good that they can't imagine ever wanting to be anywhere else than right with each other and one day, after they get married, they won't have to

+ bonus headcanon just for u: lately i've been feeling particularly soft about clothes sharing and so, like, one day tommy gets hurt on the job. buck sits vigil by his bedside, of course, and. every time one of his family sees him, he's in one of tommy's jackets. or if he's not wearing one of his jackets, he's wearing one of his pairs of sweatpants, or one of his pairs of jeans, or something. sometimes the whole damn outfit is tommy's from the shirt down to the boots (cos they're roughly the same size) and. it's a little tragic. you know? it's a little tragic and a lot sad because the pants are always a little too long and the jackets are always a little too big and the clothes so clearly do not belong to him. but no one says anything. i mean, how could they? neither tommy nor buck has said anything to suggest as much, but everyone sees them when they're together. everyone sees the way they touch each other, the way they kiss, the way they interact, and they're all pretty damn sure that tommy and buck are the loves of each other's lives. so when maddie comes to sit beside him and she takes his hand in hers and leans her head on his shoulder, she doesn't make a comment about how the sleeves of tommy's jacket are pulled over buck's hands so he can rest his chin on his fist and smell the lingering scent of detergent and cologne and tommy. and like. yes it's a little sad but i just love the idea of buck finding comfort in the way his boyfriend smells and the way his clothes fit even when he's not "around."

and of course when tommy wakes up, buck offhandedly mentions that he was practically living in his clothes because he truly has no idea how deeply that knowledge just... rocks tommy to the core because, like. he's never been loved so... desperately, so earnestly before. but buck, evan, loves him like that. so after his near-death experience, he goes out and buys a shit-load of jackets and hoodies and pants and whatever and wears the hell out of them. he makes sure his clothes are always covered in his signature cologne, makes sure he "accidentally" leaves a bunch of his clothes at buck's loft just in case and. it's not much. you know? and it kind of feels like jinxing something because tommy intends to love this man for the rest of his life and he intends to live for a long time. but. it's something. he loves him and he wants evan to have a piece of him always. even if he doesn't have him. anyways yeah i'll fucking cry about it.

#SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #tv: 911 #jack answers mail #bucktommy

[undercoverpena]

okay but I have brain rot for…

assassin!joel miller x f!reader 👉👈

like think assassins creed II — I blame Florence for this, @ghostaholics and @thetriumphantpanda for not telling me this is a bad idea 😂

below is just imagine style bullet points of my brain rot. they may not make sense but look, if this is something we want, the rot is there. warnings; assassin behaviour, hints at smut, Jo making people fall in love as usual.

• imagine joel discovering that his family have been executed: sarah, tommy, tess—all gone. fleeing when he realises his face is on posters, going to a distant cousin's house only to find out his heritage of being an assassin. and he wants retribution, wants blood, wants the people who made the call to pay. so he trains (think of the arms 💪🏼)

• it’s some years later, when he returns to the city to enact revenge, when he first meets you. some woman of high standing, living in your uncle’s house—learning to paint. Joel hears a disturbance and sees some guards shoving you around, your fist connecting with one before it gets nasty, and he swoops in, saving you. you leave behind some brushes in your dash to get home.

• he finds you some days later, your eye-catching sight of him as you continue to paint. “I know you’re there, assassin.” and he eventually shows himself, handing you the brushes back. you’re eyeing him, waiting until he steps back into the shade, thanking him as he makes his exit. there’s more back and forth, accidental run-ins, him spotting you in places you shouldn’t be, until one day, when his grunts and silence don’t seem to work, he asks if you have a death wish. “you’re blade is blunt.” the tip of your brush pointing at the one on his wrist, “I can help you with that, for the death wish.” you kiss him, soft, chaste—enough to render him silent and still, but not an invitation for him to do more. he declines the offer of your help with his blade, but takes your handwritten note with your address.

• joel checks in on you, tells himself its just to be sur. but he does it more and more frequently. once finding you reading at your balcony. another time painting, and he’s pretty sure you clock him again. another you’re crying, something that pulls at him but he ignores.

• it isn’t until his wrist blade snaps that he comes to your room later that night, entering via the balcony. you tell him your uncle knows a maker, someone who can help him. and he protests, that this is dangerous, but you argue back that you want to help. but he needs you to know, so he continues and continues about what he does to people, what he does to those who have killed his family—how he does it, that vengeance won’t end when the last head rolls—watching tears fill your eyes. that there is always more, more injustice, more poison to rid, and then you grab his arms, pulling him from his speech. “then rid it, Joel. remove it. make the city something to be proud of.” he’s taken back, but you kiss him. something he deepens this time. whispering you don’t care, pressing it to his lips. more words whispered between kisses, between you removing his layers: I don’t care, I understand, I get it, I’m yours. and the latter spark something, a possessiveness rising in him, as you strip the last thing from him that makes him the thing that perches on rooftops.

• secret kisses where his hood remains up, and your hands slide around the inside of his cape. tucked away in alcoves of the city, you making threats that he best show up tonight, and he never makes promises—because his line of work doesn’t allow for them—but he kisses you like he wishes too.

• pulling you into an abandoned house when you’re on the way to an event—you having ditched your chaperone, knowing he is always watching. the skirt of your dress lifted, his hand between your thighs as you ask if he’ll be “keeping a look out for me tonight?” and his ministrations increase, his mouth ghosting over your whimpers and the way you say his name, before he tells you, “best believe it.”

• it’s a lot for Joel to trust people. and while he usually doesn’t come to you when he’s hurt (just appears with new bruises and fresh scars) one night he doesn’t think of anywhere else to go. the wound is bad, landing awkwardly on your balcony—unaware you’ve been scurrying away medical supplies from the market for weeks, just in case. you stitch him, apply ointment and bandage him. eventually curling up to his sleeping frame. he wakes with a warmth on his good side, pain pulsating on the other, opening his eyes to a sleeping you—a version he doesn’t get to see, doesn’t get to experience. a stolen, perfect moment that solidifies how much he feels for you, and also how dangerous all of this is. but when you open your eyes, he forgets, pressing gratefulness to your lips. then he spots how your nightdress is stained, ruined, realising that he’s done that—poisoned it in the same way he has your life.

• one time, he’s a little late to save you from a handsy, out of control “suitor” throwing the man out the window into a hay bale so he can tend to you, not wanting you to see his violence—even if you hear about it, the entire city speaking on him. he begins to blames himself, that he’s old. that you deserve better. but you just let him ramble until he’s out of words, and then you kiss him, “because I choose you, Joel.” he doesn’t say what those words mean to him, but he shows you later. he does worry what he’s doing to you by letting you keep getting closer, knowing full well he’s doomed you, in a different way than you’ve doomed him.

• when a kid breaks into his HQs, he takes one look at their frizzy hair and dirty feet, and asks why they’re here. the girl, Ellie introduces herself, said Marlene sent her to him, that she was told he’d look after her—know what to do. that there’s still ties between the fireflies and the assassins. he tells her to bathe, while he sends a pigeon to you to bring clothes for her. you meeting Ellie, and her enamoured with you and your kindness, something Joel knows all too well himself.

• time goes on, him and your relationship never delving out of a situationship. your uncle pushing more for you to marry, Joel stealing moments here and there with you. behind statues and marble pillars, down quiet streets and in your bedroom—hand over your mouth so no one in the house knows you’re not alone as he fucks you, his praise whispered in plenty. “because you’re so good for me, always taking me so well”—you leaving half-moon marks in his side as he does so, leaving a bit of you on him, the same way he leaves bruises on your hips.

• when Joel discovers your Uncle is someone involved in the demise of his family he experiences a conflicting array of feelings rising in him. so much so, he interrupts you during an art class—pulling you outside to tell you, to ask you if you knew. but he can tell instantly from the way your eyes widen and shimmer, that you don’t. and so, the two of you begin to work closely together, to unravel the mysteries that is your uncle.

• until one night when you learn it all, what your uncle did to his brother—your own father—Joel in the wings, hearing it all: from the confession to the way your heart shatters. that your uncle sent your mother away so he could find you a suitor of his choosing, and it isn’t until the house goes into lockdown, do you find yourself separated, trying to find Joel, running and running until your uncle’s hand is coated in his blood and Joel is on the floor. and you don’t think, don’t even question, taking one of the blades from Joel’s belt and holding it to your uncle’s neck, a choice there, but there’s no shake in your hand. feeling, slowly, Joel’s hands come around your waist, giving you the strength.

#jo: plot ideas #joel miller x reader #joel miller au #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x you #assassin!joel miller #joel miller imagine #joel miller x reader smut #joel miller fanfic #jo: the assassin and the wench #tlou fanfic #tlou fanfiction

[lace-coffin]

Thomas hewitt with mommy kink 🥺👉👈

Or/and some tiddy sucking 🧏🏼‍♀️☺️

Thomas Hewitt with a mommy kink x afab!Reader (nsfw)

You really should have seen this coming, considering the non existent relationship between Tommy and his birth mother. In your defence you had more important things to be considering when stranded in the middle-of- fucking-nowhere Texas. Thankfully a handsome tree of a man and his uncle found you and towed your car back to the run down family owned gas station down the road. You weren’t sure if now being deeper into the town was a blessing or a curse…no time to dwell on that now. Atleast you were in civilisation…..kinda?

Cut to a few months later and things had evolved from there, car in need of more than a few major fixes. As Hoyt, you’d come to find his name was, put it, “your lucky that shit can didn’t blow up on you 50 miles back” go figure. With no place to stay whilst your car was out of commission you ended up staying in the Hewitt house. A few days turned into a week, a week turning into ‘staying a few extra days to help around the house, to pay your debt back’ your bond with Tommy and his family developed deeper and your now up to scratch car gathered more dust outside. The whole ‘how I found out my emotionally repressed boyfriend kills and eats people’ story happened is for another day.

In the present day you lay spread lazily across the double bed you share, book in hand and eyes beginning to become unfocused from fatigue. Maybe it’s time to put the book away. Just before you can finish that thought, Tommy stomps in, making quick work of his boots and kicking them towards the door. The bed dips from his weight as he slumps down onto it.

“Hard day, big guy?” You question, setting the book aside on pushing yourself into a sitting position by his side. You only receive a grunt for confirmation.

“Hoyt been busting your ass?”

A longer exhausted groan comes from behind his hands. Ah, it’s one of those days. Thankfully you have a way to help with a 90% success rate, even if he doesn’t feel up to it you can offer a warm bath and a cuddle.

Shuffling closer to Tommy you gently slide your hands under his head, raising it to meet your gaze in the process.

“Do you need some pampering time baby? A little time with mama?” You coo, lazily drawing patterns over the leather half mask adorning your partners face.

You can tell by the way the larger man’s eyes seem to almost mist over and get more distant that it’s a yes, already falling into the headspace and wanting to let go. Tapping his cheek to get his attention you speak again.

“I’m going to need clear consent baby, are you sure you want this? If not we can try something else ok? I won’t be angry or disappointed”

Eyes shifting back to focus on you Tommy signs an “I’m sure” and waits for you to take the lead.

“Good job honey”

Pulling the pair of you down onto the bed you position yourself so Tommy is resting his face onto your chest, feeling the way it rises and falls with each breath. For now you just lay there in eachothers comfortable presence, whispering sweet nothings and praises into his long unruly hair. It’s peaceful and sweet while it lasts but you know Tommy never lasts long before getting wound up like this. Sure enough your hand not so subtly finds its way to his crotch, battered work trousers tenting in the front.

“Are you all pent up down here baby? You need mommie to take care of it?” You ask in a sickly sweet manor, it’s a rhetorical question, you know how bad he wants this, wants you. Tommy lets out a shudder and a muted groan, bucking into your warm hands.

“How about this, I take care of you and you take care of mommie ok?”

His head raises, looking you in the face as if it will answer what you’re implying, almost looking like a big lap dog with his head sat on your chest like that. His questions are answered as you start to unbutton your shirt, revealing your naked chest to his hungry eyes. Giggling at his reaction you lean to take Tommy out of his trousers, eliciting a gasp from him as it’s exposed to the air.

“Be a good boy and suck on mommies tits will you? I’ll treat you right if you can be a good boy for me and keep your hands to yourself”

Wasting no time at all Tommy dives into your chest, cupping both breasts in his calloused hands. You let a small sigh escape, practically melting into his palms as he begins to lay kisses onto the meat of your tits, teasingly avoiding the nipple, keeping you on edge and waiting.

Tugging his hair you hiss out after a particularly hard suck.

“Stop being a brat and get to it, you do want to be touched, don’t you?”

Groaning at the delicious sting in his scalp he nods fervently, plump lips finally latching onto your sensitive nipples.

“Shit..hah..perfect, just like that baby”

As a reward for his efforts you finally bring your hand back to his cock, slowly working it over in languid strokes, not slow enough to tease but not fast enough to let him cum so soon, you aren’t that kind.

With a last nip to your right breast he finally switches to the other, giving the now lonely one an equal amount of attention with his large hands. The way he moves his tongue should be illegal, it’s sloppy and dirty, laving over your abused nipples like a man starved.

Arching your chest into his mouth you speed up your ministrations, you can tell by the way his breath is beginning to hitch and his hips twitching that he’s close. Paying extra attention to the spot under the head you decide he deserves his reward. Pulling your hand away you pat him on the flank to gain his attention that’s currently focused on your panting chest.

“You’ve done such a good job making mommie feel good baby, how about you come up here and get your reward?” You giggle devilishly, patting your chest and tugging Tommy a little to encourage him to perch himself on your chest. You bite your lip as his thick cock slaps onto your chest, leaving a smear of precum to run into the valley between them.

It doesn’t take long at all after Tommy begins to fuck your tits, If he was barely holding on before then he definitely isn’t now. The noise his cock makes between your slick tits is disgustingly lewd and only spurs him on further. Before he knows it he’s on the edge, a quick “please?” is Clumsily signed out in desperation. He’s so cute still asking permission even like this, such a good boy.

“Are you gonna cum for me baby? Gonna mark me up and get me all dirty? Go ahead, you’ve earned it for being such a sweet little thing” you coo, encouraging him into his orgasm. With one final pathetic whine his cock twitches and paints your tits in warm cum, thick spurts dripping down the sides or pooling into the centre.

With few final weak thrusts, Tommy effectively collapses onto your now sticky chest, it should gross you out to have the quickly cooling cum pressed between the two of you but you’re both too blissed out to really give a fuck. Sitting in quiet again you run your hands through his hair, easing over his scalp that you abused earlier as an apology. As much as you want to stay like this forever you both need to get cleaned up before it becomes annoying.

Patting Tommy’s back you speak up again.

“Ready for that bath handsome?”

You get another tired grunt and a thumbs up from your boyfriends face down fucked out form. Stifling a laugh you continue.

“If you’re quick I might let you return the favour…”

Suddenly he’s up and into the bathroom, you don’t think you’ve ever seen him move that quick.

[robinsnest2111]

zombie au anon here, you have got my brain turning with this monster high au

for some reason, the thing that wont leave my mind is nikki accidently losing a hand/it running off, and that's how he might meet mick? like for some reason, the hand isn't scared of mick and is kind of drawn to him, and wont leave him alone. nikki apologizes, but the hand just wont listen, and wont leave/reattach. i don't think mick would be annoyed at this, i honestly think he'd just find it funny. but nikki would be embarrassed because that's literally his right hand. nikki cant just grow a hand, he's literally without a hand here. the hand's almost like a pet in my mind?

speaking of pets, tommy is probably very affectionate to mick, and i'd like to think that mick only really lets tommy do what he does to him? the only time he scolds him for it is when he'd jumped on his back, which did genuinely hurt mick. tommy didn't realize it until mick literally pushed him off, and then he started apologizing. tail between the legs kind of guilt y'know

ALSO SIREN/BANSHEE VINCE IS SUCH A GOOD IDEA like taking vince's beauty and just slightly turning it into something slightly creepy is my absolute jam, its one of my fav things. like hes still absolutely stunning, but his eyes are just a little too blue, or his teeth are a little too sharp, or nails a little too long. hes eerily beautiful, and it lures you in, but somethings just always off about his appearance yk?

very sorry for the long ask! also, the first chapter of the zombie au should be finished and out by next week 👀

this ask has been living in my mind rent-free the past couple days aughhh <3333333

and I can all see it so vividly so I whipped up some sketches real quick <3

you can really tell Mick's look is very much inspired by Draculaura 👉👈💕

also omg, cannot wait to read the first chapter of the zombie au!!!!!!! 👀

#anonymous #ask robin #monster high au #robin's art adventures #mick mars #nikki sixx #vince neil #tommy lee #vampire #werewolf #siren #banshee #frankenstein's creature #mötley crüe #motley crue

[businesscasualart]

i luv ur work, can I see a smal snippet of any fanfic ur working on👉👈 here’s a treat as payment🧁

AWWWW THANK YOU SM! I've posted so little work, I didn't expect anyone would care too much for my work, art or fanfic, as opposed to just like, my affinity for providing content for obscure characters and ships. <3 You are SO sweet, I'm crying TvT I'd love to share, it'd be an honor, treat or no treat as payment! Thank you for the treat tho XD

Okay, so, context: I've been in fandomless hell for a few months now. I can rely on the fact that I'll be bouncing back to and around the DC fandom every few months, but I'm absolutely directionless rn. The last thing I got working on is yet another Young Justice, Psimon/Devastation fic as always. I DO intend to write something else eventually, but I love Devapsimon <3

A friend requested this one RIGHT before I fell out of the YJ fandom into this period of nothingness. Now...you see...they don't watch YJ, they dislike superhero cartoons. They do know I love YJ tho.

I...don't...like...Omegaverse...BUT YOU SEE, MY FRIEND uh...got pretty big into it...in the Normalest way they could...If you don't know what it is, don't Google it.

My good, dear friend...requested of me...that the third fic I ever write...be a lil Psimon/Devastation Omegaverse fic for them and they PROMISE they'll pay me...somehow...presumably with a fic they'll write bc I KNOW they don't have money. SO FOR LIKE, three months, between fandomless hell, writing what I don't know, and KEEPING THIS THING PG-14...I've been writing that!

Maybe I'll convert it into a sickfic before posting it to Ao3! Bc I am so unsure about writing omegaverse and my abilities doing so. AND IT IS PRETTY MUCH A SICKFIC, I'm taking a very mild-hurt/comfort, mostly nesting, sickfic approach with it! I hope it's still enjoyable despite my long breaks writing it. I have to do some serious editing but rn I'm just trying to get it done! Wish me luck!

So uh

WIP Devapsimon Fic Snippet!

CW: uh, nothing really! There's not even much Omegaverse mention in this part...um...I don't know how to format a fic on Tumblr...there's an abundance of description of RV bunk beds...I can't find a good place to cut off the snippet...THIS IS ALSO VERY LONG FOR A SNIPPET, but this is my longest fic yet.... so uh...long preview! As a treat!

“D…Devastation?” He whispered hesitantly, torn between announcing his presence and not disturbing her rest.

Upon getting no response tried to gently, quietly push past the curtains but the metal curtain rings slowly drug against the metal bar making a screech that resounded in his ears and made him wince. 

He peered into the bunk section. It was darker than the rest of the RV, it took a minute for his eyes to adjust. 

It was honestly shocking how everyone could fit in here, it was a cramped ‘room’. If Baran or Tommy were to walk down the room, both of their shoulders would rub against the bunks lining either wall. Thankfully, the bunks themselves were of a decent size. 

They were built into the wall, like a shelf or cubby. They could hold a thin twin XL size ‘mattress’...well…really more so a foam pad than a mattress. However, the bottom bunk cubbies were decently tall, the larger Onslaught members still can’t really fit lying on their backs or sitting up, but they could fit just fine lying on their sides.

There were exactly six bunks, two on each side of the three-walled room. Additionally, hanging in the middle of the walkway between the two top bunks on the left and the right of the room, was a hammock. Cameron generously set it up when they got the Terror Twins on the team and claimed it for himself. He claims it was to win Tuppence’s favor but Psimon is almost certain it was just regular generosity and self-sacrifice. 

Each bunk had different privacy curtains shielding the inside of the bunks; some decorative, some blackout, some sheer; but a few were left open. 

One such bunk had its curtains open. Thankfully, it was the one with the only small window in the room, on the wall inside the top bunk across from the entrance. It didn’t provide much light, especially since the dusty blinds as well as small curtains on it were drawn. 

There were also string lights lining the room, courtesy of Selinda, to provide a gentle light but they were left off during the day. 

It was relatively clear whose bed was whose. Everyone had a relatively distinct sense of style, or lack thereof. 

Selinda’s was a simple bed with everything in some shade of black and purple. Tuppences lined her walls and ceiling with decor like photos, stickers, and posters. The other mens’ bunks generally looked like the beds had been abandoned for eight years, but Tommy decorated his similarly to Tuppence’s, only simpler; Mammoth’s bed had a king-sized comforter shoved in there and the walls were scratched up; and Cameron’s...well, he had a hammock.

Psimon’s bunk was by far the most organized one but it doesn’t stand out. All neutral colors, made up neatly. He had two pillows, but only really used one. He, like a few others, had small organizers hanging on the walls. He never had many personal, sentimental items to bring on these missions, so he mostly kept business related papers, pens, a tablet for work, and the like up there.

Each set of twins shared the bunks on two walls and Cameron...had a hammock…so Devastation slept in the bunk under Psimon’s.

Her bed was also simple and mostly neutral tones, but messier…usually. She had two or three more blankets and pillows than usual, all strewn about, along with a couple clothing items. It was notably more crowded.

Psimon had no idea how Devastation would be comfortable in that mess, and perhaps she wasn’t, because she wasn’t even in her bed. 

She sat on the filthy, old carpeted floor next to her bed, leaning halfway into the bunk, her face buried in her arms. 

“Devastation!” Psimon gasped, dropping to his knees next to her, nearly dropping the bowl in the process. He set it on the floor next to him, placing a hand on her back and the other on an arm.

Her hair was taken down but not brushed, left messy and tangled. She had also changed into her nightwear, striped shorts and a sleeveless top. They seemed to have been a lavender-type color, but they’ve lightened and grayed out over time, as well as developed a couple of small holes in seams here and there. 

“Oh, Devastation…” Psimon, voice quiet and full of concern, never finished his sentence.

He struggled to pull Devastation upright by her shoulders, pulling her to rest against him so he could see her face. Once he managed it, her weight nearly knocked him back onto the floor but she seemed to regain enough awareness to somewhat support her own weight and not throw it all on him at once.

Her eyes were glazed and distant when they fluttered open. She furrowed her brow and her eyes slowly moved to look at Psimon, in an attempt to figure out what was happening but before she could, he laid his hand over her face. 

He kept moving his hand around her face, to both of her cheeks and to her forehead as if they’d yield different results, but the results were clear. Devastation’s skin was impossibly hot, hotter than before, even in the short time that had passed. It was wet with sweat and flushed all over from her own body temperature. 

Her glassy eyes finally found Psimon’s face, despite his hand’s frantic search for a more reassuring result. Her mouth hung open slightly, as if to speak, but she only took in short, ragged breaths. 

“Oh…Oh Devastation…”

#I really hope this is any good. Im so flattered but I got so little faith in my writing rn TvT #psimon #YJ! devastation #YJ! psimon #Simon jones #YJ! Simon jones #devapsimon #devastation/psimon #devasimon #fanfic #yj fanfic #fanfic preview #wip #WIP fic #businesscasual writing #lorelei's yelling into the void again #cw: omegaverse #sickfic #oh man ig that's all I got to tag

[kiss-me-muchoo]

Hi yes I’d like to share my thoughts. Pre outbreak Joel being head over heels for the babysitter. So of course there’s an age gap but age is a number. So here you go.

Joel works late hours and hates leaving Sarah alone. So he asks Sarah to help find the perfume babysitter and long and behold, he sees her, the reader, taking care of a couple of kids all around Sarah’s age while the two were out at the park. Joel was immediately smitten by the reader and Sarah noticed and teases her dad but also pushes Joel to ask if she’s okay to babysit Sarah as well on some nights.

Reader is absolutely smitten by him as well and takes the job without hesitation. Sarah was just excited that A) she was finally not going to be alone at nights B) her dad was actually smitten for someone and C) she can finally see everything in color for both of their happiness.

So during the time reader is babysitter, Sarah plays matchmaker. She wants her dad happy and she can tell reader is also falling for Joel. She can see how reader smiles when she mentions her dad or when Joel walks in or how reader just so happens to make extra of dinner just for Joel and Sarah to have for lunch the next day. This is also the first time Sarah had a motherly figure in her life so she definitely wants to keep reader around.

For Joel, reader brightens up Joel’s day and not just Sarah notices, but Tommy as well. He sees it while working. So now him and Sarah work together to get them together any way. So the two work on getting them on a date and it works. Reader’s birthday! Sarah begs Joel to take reader out to dinner, the 4 of them. Tommy says he’ll pick up Sarah but the two never show up so boom. Ends up being just Joel and sweet reader in a beautiful little dress. Joel is completely in love with her smile, her laugh, everything to him was effortlessly perfect. That’s when a confession comes stumbling from his lips after being a little too tipsy. Both the two being a blushy mess and the two share a sweet kiss and boom the beautiful relationship happen and both Sarah and Tommy can see how happy Joel and reader are.

BOOM DONE! But that’s my current brain rot so enjoy that. Thoughts?

I LOVE IT, everything about pre-outbreak Joel is 👩‍🍳 🤌. You read my mind, I want to write something like this for my birthday because it’s the 15. Can I steal some ideas? 👉👈 love u💋

#joel miller x reader

[disneydatass]

Tagged!

I was tagged by @mf-mightyducks (ty! It’s been so long since I have done one of these ^.^)

Rules: pick a song for each letter of your url and tag that many people (if you can)

D - “Devil in the details” by Mac Ayres

I - “i2i” by Tevin Campbell

S - “Someday” from Hunchback of Notre Dame

N - “No one else” from Natasha Pierre and the great comet of 1812

E - “Edelweiss” from The Sound of Music

Y - “Young guns” by Wham!

D - “Dear Mr. President” by P!nk

A - “As” by Stevie Wonder

T - “The Winner Takes it All” by ABBA

A - “Angel of small death and the codeine scene” by Hozier

S - “Stardust” (any version tbh but i really like the one by Artie Shaw or Tommy Dorsey/Frank sinatra)

S - “Searching” by INXS

Tagging: @swan-heda @shiningnorthernlights @shipper-trash89 @any mutual who wants to do this 👉👈

#tagged #I never know who to tag in these things so sorry haha #if you want to do it just say I tagged you #someday isn’t my favorite song from hunchback honestly thought about putting sanctuary but the kids aren’t ready for that lmao #**​just realized there is a THE In front of devil in the details -.- #so first thing to pop in my head #don’t stop me now by queen

[brick-a-doodle-do]

ok ok I know this isn’t really that good of a title but I’m very bad at coming up with them and I’m kinda proud of this one—

Somewhere in the deep blue sea there will be a place for me

Of course you can shorten it, change it around, play with it a bit etc. but I’m proud of the premise

i'm 88% sure i am allowed to answer this as a fake fic and not just 'ooh' and 'ahh' at it. sorry if that was your intention 👉👈🙏

also getting an idea in the middle of a lake is really annoying because for 4 hours all i wanted to do was write, but, alas, i could not, for i would have crashed into a rock. SO.

somewhere in the deep blue sea, there will be a place for me

wilbur knew that mers liked to trade. generally, (mainly the larger species'), they'd be hostile until offered a gift, and they'd stop trying to bite your head off. so, whenever he went to the ocean or the rivers to try and spot one, (and if he could, have it spot him), he brought gifts. jewelry, stuff from the human world, food, clothes, all kinds of stuff. and in return, they'd answer the questions wilbur had for his studies. one day, while he was trudging along the beach by his home, collecting shells and keeping a keen eye out for nearby mers, he spotted one. a small one. the oddity was rare enough, and this time it was only less of a lucky find, as it wasn't splashing in the water like they normally did; it was dried up on a rock, their tail barely twitching as they dried out in the sun half-dead, cuts and bruises littered across their skin. wilbur, of course, acts instantly and helps the red-tailed mer back into the water as gently as he could, keeping an eye out for nearby pod members of the mer's. when his efforts were a deemed a lost cause, wilbur left the mer against the rocks and ran off to get a first aid kit. without any proper help, and with the spare time he'd accumulated now that this mer appeared abandoned for the time being, he decided it'd be worth it to patch them up. he does just that, and by the time the tiny mer has stirred, he's already on the path back to health. with a little bit of gained trust on tommy's, (the mer), end, wilbur helps him find where his pod normally hung around by wading through the water next to him to make sure he didn't topple over. now, what he did expect, was for tiny pod embers to thank him and take tommy, then wilbur would go back to his daily life with maybe an occasional interview from tommy or his pod members. what he did not expect, however, was for tommy's pod to be giant, and not only that, but the rulers of an underwater kingdom. and that discovery was only made as he was dragged deeper and deeper into the water, his breath held while he struggled profusely to try as a mer dragged him to a supposed prison. so much for a thank you.

ee the "place for me" for NOW is his prison cell. but eventually it will be found family. ANYWAY, this is NOT a fake fic, so WELCOME THE NEW MER AU TO THE AU FAMILY !!! questions? maybe? pspsp?

#brickquiries #fake fic titles #sloth brickling #sloth my beloved \o/ #a place for me au #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #dsmp g/t #dsmp gt #dream smp g/t #dream smp gt #g/t #t!tommy #g!wilbur #implied g!phil/g!techno #unmentioned g!phil/g!techno #this was non g/t but then i didn't know how to tag it and then i thought nobody would see it so i changed it rq #eueue #ANYWAYS I CAN FIANLLY USE THE MER DESIGNS

[antilocaprine]

kiss prompt 47 please? 👉👈

(Kiss Prompt List)

This is it. The Final Kiss Prompt. I finally got them all cleared from my inbox. We climbed this whole mountain. Everyone give yourselves a pat on the back. (And a thousand thanks to Peach, who helped me brainstorm a plot when I was drawing a blank on this prompt.)

47: ...out of spite.

Gordon hit the ground with a clang like a cymbal crash, and Bubby booed from the top of the ladder.

“Hurry up, Gordon, we’re going to be late!”

“It’s - I can’t - I only have one hand, dude!” Gordon flailed the bloody stump in the air. Bubby huffed and rolled his eyes.

“Excuses, excuses,” he said, then looked over his shoulder and darted away. “Tommy, stop that! I want some!”

“Christ,” Gordon hissed, letting his sweaty forehead rest against the cool metal railing with a thunk. 

“hey, wow, what’s wrong with you? can’t even…d’you need to uh, download a ladder pack? huh? need a skill check?”

“I will fucking murder you,” Gordon replied in a conversational tone, not moving his head.

“that’s not very nice,” Benrey muttered. “can you, uh…can you move, then? so i can go?”

Gordon turned around and thumped his shoulders against the ladder rungs, squarely blocking the way as he leveled a glare at Benrey.

“No. Fuck you. You can fucking - teleport, or some shit. Did you forget I saw you drop out of the goddamn sky earlier? Go do that.”

“huh? no i didn’t.”

“Yes you did, you motherfucker! I saw you! There was a cactus there!”

Benrey smirked. “that doesn’t sound right. i don’t like, uh….cactuses.”

“It’s ‘cacti,’” Gordon snapped. 

“what is?”

“The plural of - of cactus.” Gordon felt like he was losing control of the conversation, but forged on regardless. “It’s not cactuses, it’s cacti.”

Benrey shrugged. “okay. weird. can you move, please?”

Gordon leaned back harder and awkwardly crossed his arms as much as he could without dripping too much more blood over his one remaining hand. “No.”

Benrey hummed, glancing up at the platform the other scientists had already scaled, then looking back at the tunnel they’d all just come through. “okay, fine,” he sighed. “if you let me up i’ll, uh, give you a kiss.”

“You’ll - what?” Gordon nearly choked.

“you heard me.”

“I wish I didn’t,” Gordon replied weakly. “Why do you - in what world would that be an incentive to me?”

“i dunno, man,” Benrey shrugged. “you’re the one who keeps, uh, eatin’ my balls. sayin’ my voice is pretty. i’m just -”

“Your voice is not pretty,” Gordon interrupted. “Your - it’s the sweet voice, the - the singing -”

“i’ve heard you,” Benrey said mildly. “no take-backs.”

“It’s not a take back, okay, it’s - I never said that in the first place, it’s you putting words in my mouth -”

“you wish i put stuff in your mouth,” Benrey muttered, and Gordon sputtered at him. 

“Why would I even want to kiss you, huh? Because I don’t. At all.”

Benrey glanced at the top of the ladder again, and Gordon tipped his head back as well to make sure the others weren’t poking their heads over like a peanut gallery.

“i guess that makes sense,” Benrey said, and Gordon looked back down to see him inspecting his nails. He kept losing and regaining the chipped black nail polish, to the point that Gordon wasn’t sure it was even real - but he had it now, and seemed unperturbed by the cracked state of his nails. “i mean,” he continued, “i wouldn’t want to kiss someone this good if i was, uh, that bad.”

“Excuse me?”

“s’common sense,” Benrey shrugged. “you prob’ly don’t have the, uh, skillset for that either. gotta…level up first. ladders, kissing - you’re really…not prepared for all this.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Gordon snapped, flailing his good arm at Benrey. “Don’t tell me I suck at kissing when you - you don’t know shit!”

“yeah, well, you’re obviously scared to, so…”

“I am not scared to, okay, I just have no desire to - you - you’re the one who brought it up!”

“what, are you thinkin’ bout kissin’ all day?”

“What? No!” Flustered and confused by the direction this conversation had gone in, Gordon spun around and grabbed the ladder again, kicking his foot up and starting to climb. But he’d only made it three steps before his boot slipped on a rung and he barked his shins on the railing as he was forced to let go and drop back to the floor with a clang.

Gordon glared at the offending rungs at the base of the ladder. He wasn’t sure if it was his or someone else’s, but something had recently dripped enough blood on the bottom two rungs that the boots of the HEV suit were slipping - and without the balance of two hands to hold himself up, Gordon was at a disadvantage.

“wow, don’t hurt yourself,” Benrey said from behind Gordon, and he hunched his shoulders and fought the urge to rip the ladder off the wall and beat Benrey to death with it.

“Shut up,” he said instead. “Shut the fuck up, don’t -”

Somewhere above them, something exploded. Gordon flinched and glared up at the top of the platform.

“Fuck, we have to get up there.” Then he turned and looked at Benrey - at his two good hands, and his one good gun. “What am I saying, I’m useless in a fight right now. You have to get up there; they might be in trouble.”

“yeah? well, let me by, then.”

Gordon’s mouth twisted in distaste, but he stepped aside. “Ladder’s slippery,” he said as Benrey trotted past him.

“uh-huh,” Benrey replied scathingly, and scurried up the ladder like a fucking lemur.

“Goddammit,” Gordon snarled, and followed him laboriously, setting both feet before moving his hand, keeping his severed arm tucked close to the chestpiece of the HEV suit.

More gunshots echoed overhead, and Gordon even heard a couple bullets sing by as they flew over his head. Another explosion rattled the ladder and he had to pause and just hold on as concrete dust and rust flakes rained down on him from the ceiling. All in all, he was pretty fucking pleased with himself when he hauled his sore body over the top of the ladder and collapsed onto the platform.

“Two out of ten on the dismount,” Bubby’s voice yelled from several yards away. Facedown on the concrete, Gordon raised his hand and flipped him off.

“why not one out of ten?” Benrey asked, from slightly closer.

“Well, he’s not actually dead,” Bubby replied, then there was a whoosh of flame and his cackling grew more distant.

Gordon growled and dragged himself upright in stages. He swayed on his feet for a moment until his head stopped spinning, then walked carefully away from the bloodstained ladder. Benrey stood with his back to Gordon, idly spinning his gun around one finger. The others appeared to be further down the single corridor. At least Gordon didn’t have to make a choice on which way to go: he could just follow the explosions.

Benrey glanced up as Gordon drew even with him. “wow, good job completing the ladder level,” he droned. “tomorrow we’ll, uh, start on stairs.”

“You’re a fucking asshole,” Gordon said pleasantly. “What happened to the kissing level, huh?”

“nah,” Benrey shook his head. “you’re way too, uh, underpowered. gotta level up more before you could even try to hold your own.”

Gordon snorted. “Is that so? And what - what evidence is that judgment based on, you dick?”

“i know things,” Benrey said primly. “gordon freeman sucks at kissing. everyone knows that.”

Gordon’s jaw clenched, and he darted a glance down the corridor to make sure it was empty of both friends and foes. Once he knew there were no witnesses, he reached up and snagged Benrey’s jaw, tugging his face around and up.

“bwuh?” Benrey said.

Gordon ducked his head and kissed him with spiteful intensity. He pulled out all the stops, working their mouths together, darting his tongue out to dance across the seam of Benrey’s lips, then biting Benrey’s lower lip and tugging it sharply as he pulled back. When Gordon straightened up, Benrey sagged against him, both hands gripping the HEV suit like he would fall down without its support.

“Don’t even try to score that, I know it was ten out of ten,” Gordon said, trying to disguise his hammering heartbeat. Benrey looked too dazed to notice anything - he was flushed bright red and his eyes were glassy and shocked. Gordon snorted and unhooked his hands one at a time from the HEV suit. Benrey swallowed, then stepped back, still holding the pistol in one hand.  He gave it a halfhearted twirl and fumbled his grip.

The pistol went off, firing up at an angle. A moment later, a bloody pigeon smacked into the concrete and bounced, leaving a puff of feathers where it hit the ground. Gordon and Benrey both stared at it.

“i, uh…i didn’t mean to do that,” Benrey mumbled.

“It happens to plenty of guys,” Gordon said, his voice only slightly strangled. “Nothing to be ashamed of.”

He could only keep a straight face for a moment, though. It lasted until Benrey turned a betrayed expression on him, and then he had to take off, whooping laughter echoing off the corridor walls as he hurried after the rest of their group.

Benrey would follow him, Gordon knew that. He would watch his back, if only to try to get revenge for the kissing thing later. And if it involved more kissing…well. Gordon touched his lips, still grinning. Maybe he wouldn’t mind that.

#hlvrai #my words #kiss prompts #snippets #askbox #on anon #blood #swearing #animal death (pigeon) #vague reference to premature ejaculation #ladders are hard for everyone #i suppose that could be a metaphor too #peachquarters #don't think this means i won't accept any more kiss prompts #i've just had at least one in my inbox for like five months #so this is very exciting for me

[dogmetaph0r]

10, 13 (alfie - i mean i have to - plus one of your choice) and 14 for salty asks game 👉👈

OOOH HERE WE GOOO

10. Most disliked arc? Why?

I didn’t not like it narratively, but I didn’t particularly enjoy the whole arc of trying to get Linda and Arthur back together :/ I did appreciate it in a “fellas we are never breaking the cycle” way, but it kinda drove a wedge between me and my enjoyment of Arthur’s boyfailure arc at some points. Linda kinda reminds me of my adorable little WASP-y mom so seeing her threatened and upset because a man will do anything but go to therapy……eugh, hard watch.

13. Unpopular opinion about XXX character?

Alfie - this is gonna maybe be a bit controversial (or not? idk it took a while for me to wrap my noggin around the vibes) but……I don’t think Alf is all that religious? He is very very involved in his community and seems to be a well respected member of Jewish society in Camden Town, but idk how much he really practices in his day-to-day. I could be entirely wrong (would be happy for a Jewish PB fan to correct me if I am, and honestly I much prefer the headcanons that imply it matters a bit to him because as you’re about to see….I love cultural exchange) but Alfie’s irreverence and self-deification don’t really come across as terribly devout to me. If you consider the non-TV works to be canon, he definitely seems to be of the impression that nothing really matters beyond the carnal. He does seem to believe in a God, but that God’s existence isn’t really consequential to him. So I think his Jewish identity is more forged in community than shared reverence! I can relate, in a way; I never practiced Catholicism, but because my entire dad’s side did and I grew up in a highly Catholic neighborhood, it impacts how I interact with the world. So that’s how I kinda see it: it’s not the religion that he practices, but more the identity of someone raised with the religion.

I also wanna doooooo……..

Polly - she wasn’t always a wise, rational woman throughout the show. There were plenty of times she acted out of anger, fear, stubbornness… and while I do love that we kinda treat her as our voice of reason, she’s still as flawed as the rest of them. I feel like I’ve seen a lot of fics fall into the idea that Polly knows everything. It makes for a good story driver, but I feel like that unfortunately just doesn’t encompass who Polly is as a person. I don’t wanna ramble super long AGAIN but I think a lot of her interactions with/about Michael kinda demonstrate that. She’s easily blinded by her fear of loss in particular, and in a way it’s very similar to Tommy’s motivations. I think that’s part of why they butt heads sometimes. I’d like to explore that more myself!

14. Unpopular opinion about your fandom?

Oooh boy, this one is kinda tough to say. But I think we have a looooong way to go as a fandom in terms of cultural sensitivity. I know we’re working with source material that already has a pretty problematic and shallow way of going about Romani characters, but I think it’s our duty as fans to sorta….grapple with that a bit? Address it with nuance? Or at least listen to POC, particularly Romani, creators who take issue with the things done in the show and in fan content. There are SO many aspects of the show itself that play into racist stereotypes about Romani people, and I’ve seen a number of tropes and fic concepts that revolve around those stereotypes in particularly shocking ways (for example, maybe don’t have “sold to the Shelby family” or “magical g**** fortune teller” as a plot point??? Many levels of inappropriate to that). I do largely give people the benefit of the doubt because I know that not everyone knows what to look out for, especially if they themselves are not targeted personally by bigotry in their communities, and fewer people know where to go to figure that out…. but I feel like specifically Romanichal culture is a strong enough theme in the show to warrant SOME promotion of cultural research. Of course we all have work to do (I’m no exception, and I wholeheartedly welcome concrit if anything in the story seems off) but I feel like some people really lean into exoticism and stereotypes without any unpacking of why they’re doing it. And, when other people express discomfort, I’ve seen more than once the sort of response that sums up to “well so-and-so said it’s not a slur/bad trope/stereotype so I’m gonna keep using it”. Thankfully it’s less prevalent here on tumblr but it’s still a problem! Let’s rid ourselves of the idea that any one culture is a monolith! Cultural exchange and education are exciting! Decolonize your writing! Respect and an open mind go a long way!

BUT YEAH basically that’s it teehee :•)

#telegram #for the last point: again I’m still learning as I go #but actually talking to/hearing from romani people and their varied opinions of the show have been very helpful #esp in navigating the more controversial plot points #and even just avoiding little things #like one throwaway line can leave a bad taste in someone’s mouth even if it wasn’t meant to be racist #so it’s good to know as much as you can to try and handle these topics appropriately

[cherry-blossom-triplets]

I’m the anon who wanted to gobble this up and boy did you feed. You’re so right and you should say it, Niki was criminally underrated (I’ll admit I ignored her until techno worked with her more, and I’ve gone back to rectify that bc she’s badass). Also, the elemental aspect for those three is so perfect, and lends itself really well to their entire arcs. Even recognizing that Techno fights fast and loose (rather than like most others who stand their ground thanks to the new combat system, Technoblade used a sword and focused on getting behind people rather than proper axe combat), he also was someone who would get stubbornly stuck in his ways/set in stone (re: the whole bit between him and Tommy and the rebuilt L’Manberg, his steady and unwavering loyalty to Phil, keeping stubbornly to his principles of you get what you give, you could even argue the sword is an extension of that). Niki could go scorched earth with people who betrayed her, sometimes literally, it even fits with Jack and Niki’s little anti-Tommy arc, since Jack fostered and directed her fire until it almost burned her completely up. Wilbur was constantly shown to be drowning: his own mind, his responsibilities, etc. and then when he became Ghostbur, suddenly that water connection became a more literal burden, it did more than just drown, it could outright destroy him (in a way, just like it did when he was alive). Anyway, yes, very good, very good.

-✨ (doing this so if I send asks in the future you can tell it’s me if that’s okay 👉👈)

Sparkle Anon, I have been obsessing over this AU to the point where I have designed house plans for Aus for them all living together. I am not alright at all, no one let me on the sims or any other house design game.

Niki was one of the few streamers I knew going into the dsmp (fun fact, at first I thought Dream was a small streamer that Wilbur and Tommy had decided to help out by joining his server, you can imagine my surprise when I learnt otherwise).

I like assign elements to characters for fun, so I have thought about many dsmp characters as elements (Philza and Kristin are both Air, and Tommy is Fire, in case you're wondering). Especially when it comes to their relationships and how the characters interact with each other. I can literally go on and on about elemental symbolism about these characters. I could assign so much symbolism to these characters, don’t tempt me.

Honestly, the more I think about SBI+ the more fun it becomes. Especially where it concerns AUs. I have so many AU ideas I want to write, but I am trying not to make too many fics at one time (I am tempted to just start posting fanfic prompts to this account though but I don’t know how many people would actually be interested in it).

The angst potential. The fluff potential. The humor potential. Niki doesn't take away from the usual SBI dynamic, she only adds and I love it.

#sleepy boys inc #sleepy bois inc #sbi #cherry blossom triplets #cherry blossom trio

[moondragon618]

hello!! if you’re still doing that ask game, could I request #3? “I’ll hate you until the day I die.” “Good, you’re still thinking about me.”

and perhaps during the disc finale? 👉👈 thank u so much!! your writing is so good <3

Lol you have given me the perfect opportunity to kill c!Tubbo for angst so I guess I have my very own "Dream kills Tubbo before backup arrives" fic now :)

Anyway here you go I'm very happy with how this one turned out <3

Warnings for Major Character Death (as you might have guessed lol), murder, abuse, blood, and obsessive + possessive behavior.

"I-I'm sorry, I'm sorry p-please don't l-leave me I'm sorry-" Tommy wails desperately as he clings to Tubbo, uncaring of the blood that stains his hands and his shirt red and pools over the blackstone floor. "F-fuck, I'm s-so sorry-"

But it's too late. He's already gone, having bled out from the brutal axe wound in his chest. At least it didn't take long.

"Please, please n-no- please I need you-" he sobs between wheezing breaths, grief tearing him apart from the inside- like his heart is being slowly ripped out, leaving only emptiness behind-

Then he hears a chuckle behind him, dripping with twisted amusement-

"Aww, don't cry, my little hero. It'll all be okay, I promise."

That voice- that fucking voice, smooth and teasing and inhumanly casual, like this is all just a fucking game to him, like he didn't just kill Tubbo-

Tommy just shudders and clings tighter to Tubbo, trying to block it out, shoving away memories of withers and TNT and Wilbur that always creep up on him when he hears that nickname.

"Tommy, c'mon now, don't just ignore me," Dream says, uncomfortably close, and then Tommy feels a gentle hand in his hair-

"NO! Don't-" he shouts, jerking away from Dream's hand, breathing shallow and rapid- "D-don't fucking touch me- G-get away!"

He can hear Dream chuckle in amusement again, the sound both sending a chill down his spine and sparking a feeling of anger in him.

"Oh, don't be like that, Tommy. I did this for you, y'know?"

"F-fuck you," Tommy chokes out, a raw unbridled rage like he's never felt before building up in him. "Fuck you fuck you you- Y-you fucking killed him!"

"And who was the one who dragged him here, Tommy?" Dream asks, right next to his ear this time, like he's leaning over his shoulder. "You know, I wouldn't have even needed to do any of this If you had just stayed in your exile, little hero."

"S-shut up, shut up-" Tommy growls, his voice shaking and a feeling of guilt creeping in as he looks down at his hands, stained with blood from a hopeless attempt to slow the bleeding. "You killed him Dream! You did!"

But it's true, this all happened because of him, he could have just come here alone-

"Tommy, why do you even care so much? Do you think Tubbo really cared about you?" Dream says, with the slightest hint of irritation in his tone, although Tommy can still hear that stupid fucking grin in his voice. "Y'know, he's the one who exiled you, remember? And who was the only one who visited you nearly every single day? Not him, that's for sure."

"Fuck off, Dream! You fucking forced him to do that!" Tommy protests, finally tearing himself away from his dead best friend and turning around to face Dream, giving him the deadliest, most hate filled glare he can manage, bloodied hands trembling and clenched into fists.

The green bastard has his mask off now, revealing that deranged fucking grin of his, but the first thing Tommy notices is his eyes- they're glowing, bright, unnatural green, unlike the forest green he got used to in exile.

What the fuck?

"Oh, did I? Are you sure it wasn't you who forced him into that situation?" Dream taunts, his grin growing wider. "And tell me, Tommy, who was the only one who visited you nearly every day in exile? Who was your only real friend when everyone else abandoned you?"

"You're not my fucking friend, Dream! You never were!" Tommy yells, shaking and wheezing with rage, putting every ounce of loathing he has into his words. "I fucking hate you! I hate you! I'll hate you until the day I die!"

"Oh, good. You're still thinking about me then, aren't you?" Dream says, his eerily glowing eyes lighting up with excitement. "But I think we both know you don't really hate me, Tommy. Because you need me, don't you?"

"F-fuck off Dream, I don't fucking need you!" Tommy protests, shuddering as a cold chill creeps up his spine.

"Oh, but Tommy," Dream chuckles, grinning widely. "What if I told you that I can bring Tubbo back?"

Tommy freezes, all of his anger leaving him at once, leaving only an empty numbness.

"W-what..." he says with a shaky breath, trying to process what he's just heard. "No, no you- you're fucking lying!"

He has to be lying. Obviously Dream is just trying to fuck with him to get what he wants, right?

"I'm not lying, Tommy," Dream says, his tone slowly becoming more and more mocking. "But even if I was, what other option do you have besides trusting me? You wouldn't give up on your 'best friend', would you?"

"F-fuck you, fuck y-you-" Tommy curses, a sudden wave of desperation hitting him as he realizes what's happening. "B-bring him back right fucking now, Dream! If you can do it, then fucking do it!"

He's right, he's right, Dream knows him so fucking well-

"Oh, but where's the fun in that, Tommy?" Dream chuckles in amusement, gleefully taunting him with how much power he has. "I think I'd rather not lose this leverage I've just gotten, you know?"

Tommy lets out a sob suddenly as it all becomes too much, tears running down his face again.

"F-fuck y-you, I h-hate you, I-" he whimpers, grief overtaking him again, he just wants his best friend back-

And then he feels arms around him, pulling him into a hug, and he can't even bring himself to resist-

"Shhh, it's okay, Tommy. I'm still here for you, y'know?" Dream says, his voice soft and gentle as he starts carding his fingers through Tommy's hair. "I've got you."

Tommy just sobs and desperately clings to Dream, seeking out any comfort he can get- he can't do this anymore, he can't-

Dream just continues to comfort him, just like he always did in exile, just like he did at the beach party, because Dream is his friend Dream cares about him-

And then, distantly, he's aware of the sound of the Nether portal activating.

"Oh, Tommy, it looks like your backup is finally here," Dream says quietly, amusement in his tone. And then he hears another voice from the direction of the portal-

"I'm sorry, Dream. But you should have paid me more."

#my writing #ask #mumza-superiority #dream smp #dsmp #c!tommy #c!dream #c!primeboys #c!discduo #tw abuse #tw blood #tw death #tw murder #tw obsessive behavior #tw possessive behavior

[ifidiedinadream]

Do you mind if I ramble my thoughts about the guys coming home? 🥺👉👈

Cause I wanna have welcome home sex with someone from BC. I imagine it would be really different with each of them so my top picks would be Tommi or Olli. With Tommi it could be very intense but still loving and caring, he would want to show you how much he had missed you and I would be really needy for him in turn since I was all alone waiting for him to come home. After care would be so lovely too I bet, since he did miss you so much and he wants to make sure you're taken care of fully now that he's home. I don't know that detailed about the sex with Olli but I know it would be like three rounds (napping in between of course, since that man needs his sleep) and then making him a good home cooked meal since you're worried if he has eaten enough while away.

So basically either Tommi fussing about me or me fussing about Olli 😂

ok apparently I had another thought too now: what if you're dating Joonas and since Joel is single and would be going home to an empty house; Joonas would ask you first if Joel can come with him to yours and Joonas's place. Your mother hen instincts would kick in so of course you agree and would make sure there's food ready for them when they get home so they can eat and then after they would head to bed to try and catch some sleep. Maybe idk how, but you would eventually end up taking care of Joel in other ways too, since someone has to, right? Joonas wouldn't mind since you took care of him in that way too and he knows your feelings towards Joel are more platonic than romantic. (it wouldn't be weird after, which would be nice)

THESE ARE ALL EXCELLENT THANK YOU FOR SHARING 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 for some reason i particularly enjoyed the olli one!!

#fantasies

[robinsnest2111]

Bro I'm so pleased that you love this silly little au I thought of it makes my heart so full and I've been happy stimming from all your responses like I'm so touched also that little idea you had about sick Nikki is sending me dude, like how can I not make it canon to the au now! ( Also to clarify they can get sick in purgatory, they just can't die from illness) Thank you so much for being so kind to me and entertaining my silly idea🥺. <3 I have a few more things figured out about the lore if your still willing to read.

When all is forgiven between them, Nikki notices that Mick's hair would always get in the way of his eyes, so he starts braiding Mick's hair for him(he sometimes weaves flowers into them)

The first night Nikki is dead, obviously him and Mick aren't on the best of grounds but when nighttime rolls around and they both crawl into their own beds in their own rooms in the middle of the night Mick hears his door creak open, he freezes and fears for the worst, that somehow some skinwalker has come into their home only to feel a pare of very familiar strong arms wrap around his waist and a familiar face to be pressed into the side of his neck. Nikki had crawled his way into Mick's bed, unsure and unstable in his new reality and in the safety of his bandmates bed, Nikki cries himself to sleep, thinking that Mick was uncontious and unaware of him. The next morning Mick wakes up alone.

When all the Motley guys show up and they all start living in the house Mick almost never gets to shower in hot water anymore as some people (read: Vince) use all the hot water and when he complains Vince is just like well if you wanna take a steamy shower why don't you jump in with me one day.

Tommy becomes the resident cook because out of all of the guys he's the one that can make something that's the most edible.

Nikki and Mick make out infront of the barn once before the others show up and when little fucker walks out and sees them Mick instantly stops kissing Nikki and when he's like, hey wtf? Mick is just like, I can't she's watching, cause he thinks she's gonna come seek revenge from him when he's vunrable 😂

so sorry, you can totally tell me if I should stop or if I'm being annoying, hope you have a great night!

ahhhhh I'm always so happy to receive your asks <33333 and I'm so glad you like my idea so much, I feel so honoured you're including it into canon 😭 💕

the hair braiding omg!!!! so sweet <333

and I can totally picture Nikki's first night on the farm aughhhh and the next morning he'll just act like nothing happened but Mick knows lmao

brb gonna be thinking about Vince/Mick shower sharing for the foreseeable future 😳👉👈

I totally support moderately competent cook Tommy 💪

LITTLE FUCKER YESSS always keeping Mick on his toes xD

Once again I cannot wait to read this <333333

#anonymous #ask robin #so sorry for the super late response. life is tough right now and i am very tired orz #NONETHELESS your asks and this au always make me SO SO SO HAPPY!!!!!! #afterlife au

[vague-idea]

🥺👉👈 not to be one of your biggest fans or anything, but could you please please spare a crumbe sneakpeak of the next chapter of Black Honey? Just a mere crumb? I don’t know how much longer I can go on without your excellent writing..

(Of course, no pressure! All in good fun :))

To be completely honest anon, I haven't touched Black Honey in months. I still want to finish it, but that might take a long time. I'm not the fastest writer lmao. But in the mean time, take this snippet and I'll also throw in a snippet from the fic I'm working on right now

The lights sparkle in that hazy, unfocused way that comes with one drink too many. The laughter and chatter around him buzzes like insects. His mind feels heavy. The last hints of a warm autumn breeze dances through the trees and bodies. Tommy leans against him, nursing his own drink that Wilbur is half certain is a White Claw poured into a mason jar.  “I wish things felt like this all the time,” Tommy mumbles.  Wilbur wraps an arm around him. He hears Niki laughing so hard her voice squeaks. The nun is dancing with the drunkard from before, and both are grinning. In the field the kids run with sparklers, screaming and laughing in a parody of war. The party around them feels final. A last celebration before the end, whatever that end may be.  Inside him, a dark thing settles on his tongue.  “Are you coming with me tomorrow?”

and this is from It Grows Underneath the Skin, which is a fic I've been working on for a while and should be the next thing I post :D

When Wilbur thought of Tommy, all he could remember was mud. The memory was happy, in the corners of Wilbur’s mind. A toddler laughing and screaming, and the thick brown mud squishing between their toes. In his memory it was summer. The sun beat down hot, but the mud was cool and wet. They had played in the mud till Phil came out, amused but exasperated as all parents were who had to clean up after their tornado children. When Wilbur thought of Tommy, he thought of a fat, happy baby who screamed when he didn’t get his way and ate whatever he could get his hands on, mud included. He supposes things will have changed.

#ask #thank you for continuing to stick around and wanting to read my fics #im a very slow writer so its nice to see people still want to read my stuff haha #anyways i might have more fics soon #crossing my fingers