#I hope you know that I keep track of this stuff pretty carefully

[canisalbus]

Have you seen black sails? I don't want to spoil it but I imagine the "they live" au being similar to a certain plot in that show. Bittersweet and you're not sure if it's really a *good* life but at least they're together.....

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#I'm getting recommended a lot of pieces of media and I seriously need to get cracking with them #I hope you know that I keep track of this stuff pretty carefully #because if someone takes time out of their day to let me know some piece of fiction #reminds them of me/my characters/themes/interests #then I'm definitely going to give it a look #no I haven't watched Black Sails unfortunately #I watched an episode or two forever ago and I think I liked it alright #but I can't for the life of me remember why I didn't continue with it #most likely I was just in a bad headspace or overwhelmed at the time or something but I've been meaning to give it a second chance #coincidentally I liked the theme song so much I've been listening to it regularly all these years #partly because it prominently features one of my favorite rare instruments #hurdy-gurdy my beloved

[cuckoo-on-a-string]

Promises Four: A Request

Dark!Morpheus x (female)reader, fantasy/medieval AU, 18+

Master List

Dream of the Endless had been promised a bride.

Chapter Track: "Blue" bardcore cover by Cornelius Link A/N: SHORT chapter. A necessary bit before a bigger scene. Obviously not updating as often as I'd like, but I have some mental health stuff going on that's actively interfering with my creativity/ability to write. Your comments and support mean the world! <3

A Request

The bard found her opportunity in the midafternoon.

The court wheeled slow. Too early to dine, too late for anything but quiet meetings over tea. Gossips bartered in corners, warmed by sunlight and conspiracy. The oldest and youngest members of court disappeared for a private rest before the night’s feasting, and the empty spaces they left behind became walls between cliques and families. Everyone found a place and settled there. Or most did, at least. Even the king wandered from his guest to attend to matters of state – his new mistress, rather – and Dream of the Endless sat like a black tear in the golden hangings and wreathed roses.

A cat, perfectly still, intent on everything and nothing as it watched for something worth the bother to hunt. A flicking tail would suit him well.

She’d spent the morning watching his frown cut over the assembled nobles, more judge than hopeful husband, and each failure to notice a pretty girl or answer an eager boy drew a new line in the web she suspected he wove over the court, the trap under the façade. The Endless’s true motive and threat.

She twiddled inoffensive tunes with her lute, banished by her own free will to the minstrels’ corner. Her songs had a purpose, even when played softly. She saved a queen’s reign once, sitting quietly and listening to courtiers sing in traitorous whispers. With busy hands and a clear purpose, she was invisible. Even her friends only remembered her every hour or so, and most knew her well enough to let her be.

The Endless did not leave his seat on high. He did not lower himself to converse with the lowly mortals gathered for his pleasure, and he raised his wine to his lips but rarely. Everything moved like a dull play someone bribed him to sit and watch.

Stealing strings from the growing web, the bard wove a tapestry, working until she could see the shapes and faces, until something resembling sense appeared. The scene in the unfinished fabric looked more like a war than a courtship.

And when the slow hours crept over the castle, and Dream of the Endless sat alone, she turned like the shadows over the wall to settle at on the steps of the royal dais.

“You must enjoy your misery, King of Dreams, to subject yourself to seven full days of this.”

He looked at her, nearer than the rest of court, but still so clearly beneath him, and lifted a brow.

“My misery?” It was the most he’d engaged with any of the lesser beings he sat amidst, and each word weighed heavy, spoken slowly so she’d feel the burden of his attention. “What inspires your assumption?”

Assumption was not presumption, and she took it as permission to continue. He would deign indulge her questions. For the moment. But she must tread carefully, and she continued playing, a gentle ballad a half-step removed from a lullaby.

“Your bearing,” she said, keeping her eyes on the chords. “Your face, your manner.”

Music and mathematics came from the same house. A simple melody and simple addition led to answers most preferred to ignore.

 “You seem terribly bored, majesty.”

A ghost of a smile shadowed his face, a passing eclipse over the moon’s bright face.

“And you would entertain me, little bard?”

“I would not presume to know your tastes, though they clearly do not walk this court.” He didn’t even pretend to show interest. When the king left the room, the Endless’s starry eyes turned flat and cold, proof that the promised bride hadn’t lured him back. Which left only one possibility. To ensure she was heard, she turned to meet his gaze, filling the natural pause of her lute’s tune with her request. “I wouldn’t ask it as a favor, but if you would deign consider it – perhaps whatever cautionary tale you spin will spread farther carried by survivors.”

Now, she truly had his interest. Graceful as a snake, he shifted in his throne. His dark figure blocked the sun, and the only light to creep over his shoulders caught in the ruby at his throat. The bloody glint drew the hair along the back of her neck to stand straight, and she hoped the goosebumps didn’t betray her by running down her arms. She didn’t dare look away to check.

“Do you fear for your life?”

Not at all, and the unnatural confidence of immortality buoyed her courage, lifting a smile from the deep pit in her chest where it sank before she came to sit at Dream’s feet.

“Your sister will not have me, as I’m sure you know.”

The stars in his eyes flashed, and while his shadows didn’t grow any brighter, their knife’s edge softened.

“I’m asking so I might advise a few wiser birds fly the coop before the fox comes calling. They’d make excellent messenger pigeons, if they escape.”

It was too much to hope for a direct answer, and she didn’t wait for one. She rose from the step to sink back down in a far more honest curtsy than she’d offered the mortal realm’s king the night before. Here was a monarch due much greater respect.

And for the second time, she took her leave of him.

#morpheus x reader #sandman x reader #dream of the endless x reader #morpheus x oc #fic: promises #dark!morpheus

[an-otterly-adorable-being]

Hi! I'd like to ask for a Rocky x reader oneshot (female or gender neutral works), where him and the reader were childhood best friends, and still are close. Basically since he joined Lackadaisy, he's been talking the reader up, and telling the group about the amazing stuff they've done, and telling them about how he'd like to take you on this date, then laying out said date.

Basically, he's simping hard. Then the reader comes down to Lackadaisy for a drink

How it ends could be up to you. Maybe the crew asks the reader outright, or states that he likes them, or maybe they force him to confess. Whatever you feel is right.

Aye aye cap'n!

Rocky Rickaby x GN!BestFriend!Reader

A little tired today so I will keep my little prelude short. Hope yall enjoy!

     Today was rough. Work sucked, the rain sucked, etc.,etc. Everything was just...blah. Luckily, you had a surefire way of cheering yourself up.

     Rocky Rickaby was an odd guy, to say the least, but you grew up with him. You knew him better than most other people, and that made being around him for extended periods of time fun instead of life threatening. Sure, you played the straight man in this comedy duo, but it felt good. Plus, Rocky's a sweetheart. Well, at least when he's not causing property damage.

     The Cafe was empty, which was pretty standard. The crew was probably down at the bar. Maybe Zib and the band were playing. Maybe Rocky was up there too. First thing first though, you needed to dry off. It was pouring rain outside and you were drenched. Plus, you could always sneak something from the kitchen.

     After a while of drying off and raiding the cafe's fridge, you headed down to the Lackadaisy. Horatio was sitting down by the door. It was more common for him to sit down when business was slow. Oddly enough though, the door was cracked open. Horatio put his finger to his lips, telling you to keep quiet, before motioning to sit down by him. You were confused until you heard Rocky's distinct voice carry through the opening.

"--and then I'd take Y/N on to the bridge overlooking the Mississippi and serenade them long into the night. I'd get down to them and finally ask Y/N out, and then we'd cuddle by the tracks until the sun comes up and the crickets go home."

"...wow Rocky, that's, um..."

"Excessive? Agreed. Just tell Y/N you love them and stop going on for hours about how you would ask them out."

"That's not what I was gonna say Zib, but I do agree a little. Why not just make ot simple."

"Oh Ms. Pepper, you know I can't do that. I just have to wait for the perfect moment, and then..."

     That was...a lot to take in. You wouldn't deny that you did have some feelings for Rocky, you just weren't sure how to act on them. Although now, you had a few ideas. One definitely stuck out to you.

     Getting off the ground and dusting yourself off, you headed towards the door, shooting Horatio a sly wink on the way out. Carefully, you maneuvered through the entrance, careful not to make a sound. Rocky was too busy talking about you to notice everyone looking over at you. Luckily, none of them said a word, letting you get up right behind him.

     You tapped him on the shoulder, making Rocky turn around. As soon as you got the chance, your grabbed him by his lucky tie and pulled him in for a kiss. A mix of quiet cheers and exasperated "finally"s accompanied the two of you as Rocky wrapped his arms around you. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Zib handing over some cash to Viktor too, losing a secret bet betweenthe two. As your lips parted, Rocky leaned into your ear, and whispered to you.

"Y'know, I think this was better than my idea."

#lackadaisy #one shot #lackadaisy x reader #lackadaisy rocky #lackadaisy cats #rocky x reader #rocky rickaby x reader #rocky rickaby #lackadaisy oneshot

[tiny-brain]

Psst hey g/t writers, I got a prompt for ya

Character A is walking through the woods at night. It's pretty clear they're lost, and they look pretty frustrated. They keep walking anyway, listening to the ambient sounds of the forest around them. Leaves rustling, insects chirping, owls hooting, etc, etc.

Suddenly, they hear a soft snapping noise behind them, and stop in their tracks. They glance behind them briefly, looking more annoyed than scared. Then they continue walking. A moment later they hear more sounds behind them, like something is moving through the bushes. They stop again, looking even more annoyed. They take just a few more steps and hear the loudest set of noises yet, multiple branches cracking in quick succession, followed by a clumsy-sounding thud. Character A finally turns around and shouts:

"WOULD YOU QUIT FOLLOWING ME, ALREADY?!?!"

Silence. Nothing moves. Character A squints into the darkness, locates something, and says:

"You know I can see you, right? You aren't hiding very well."

Silence. Character A groans.

"Look, I know I helped you earlier and stuff, and I'm sure you're just being grateful or curious or whatever, but I'm trying to get home right now. I don't have time to deal with... whatever you are. So..."

The thing in the darkness shifts uncomfortably. Character A sighs.

"Okay, look, could you just at least stop trying to act like you're not there? Either come out and tell me what it is you want or just leave me alone, okay? I'm tired."

There's another moment of silence, before slowly, carefully, Character B comes out of the bushes, looking quite sheepish about themselves.

"Took you long enough..." Character A mutters.

(I'll leave it up to you to decide just what Character B is, what size they are, and why they're fascinated by Character A, as well as everything that happens next! Hope you enjoy!)

#g/t #sfwgt #giant/tiny #g/t community #g/t prompts #g/t writing #g/t thoughts #sfw g/t #I left the size of Character B up to interpretation cause the story could go in either direction #In my mind they're some kind of big cryptid thing #but they could also be a fairy or brownie or borrower of some sort #it's up to you #do what you want #i just like the idea of a giant/tiny following a human out of fascination and being all shy about it

[endlessnightlock]

Glasses Peeta Part Two.

This is for @alwayseverlark who requested more of Glasses! Peeta and Katniss, and kindly provided me with suggestions on where to take their story. You can read the first part of Glasses! Peeta here.

In-Panem A/U

"Hey Katniss, wait up!"

I stop, caught off guard by the person calling my name. That can't be Peeta Mellark, can it? I'm far from town, the only place I have any interactions with him, and he doesn't come to the Seam; none of the Merchants do. Or at least he’s never mentioned making trips out here to me. Then again, I’m no expert on Peeta Mellark or how he spends his time. Well, not much of one, anyway.

Okay, that’s a lie as of late. I pause and glance over my shoulder to reassure myself it's Peeta, trying not to let the sigh of relief become audible. Today he's glasses-less. I blame those glasses for the sickening panic I experience when he's around.

Frowning, confused again, I watch him approach, holding the reins of a drawn cart currently rolling down the hard-packed path from Seam to town. He tightens his hold on the reigns and the ancient, white-faced mule pulling the cart comes to a stop.

"Hey," Peeta greets me.

"Hey," I reply, approaching him.

I study the mule carefully, thinking Peeta might not have wanted to stop its forward progress because, as far as I can tell, the animal may not start moving again under its own power. The mule looks like it could lie down and die right here, simply due to old age.

Peeta wraps the reigns around a post on the cart and hops off the seat. He wears an easy grin.

“What’s this,” I ask, waving at the cart before curling my arms around my middle. I can't seem to look at him anymore without my stupid guts knotting up.

“The cart? Oh, it’s something new we’re doing. The mine foremen asked Dad if we could make deliveries a few times a week. I guess what he offered to pay made it worthwhile."

I approach the mule, patting the old boy on the head. I like animals that serve a purpose, unlike Prim's hell-beast cat. “I don’t know how many more trips he's going to make,” I say.

“Best we could get on short notice,” Peeta admits with a laugh. He moves to stand beside me, smacking the mule's back. I try not to look at how his biceps flex beneath his t-shirt. “I’m afraid I might have to trade places with him one day. Be a long walk pulling all the way back to town, loaded down with a mule."

"You might have to. It would earn you some funny looks at the livery stable, though," I murmur. I bet if anyone were strong enough to pull a loaded cart from the Seam to town, it would be him.

"Let's hope I never have to try," Peeta says, laughing. I can't help but join him. His laughter is infectious. "What are you up to today?" he asks me.

I hold up a finger for him to wait, and tug my game bag across my body and around to my front to search through it. “I had to track down some of this for my mom,” I say, holding up a sprig of purple flowers.

Peeta takes the sprig when I offer it to him. “Pretty,” he says, turning the flower over and studying it closely. “What is it?”

“Foxglove,” I explain. “Mom makes an extract from it for surgery. Wakes her patients back up if they'd rather stay asleep.”

“Huh. How do you know all this stuff?” He asks, realizing I’m waiting on him to give the stem back to me, which he does without hesitation.

Carefully I place the foxglove in a handkerchief. I keep some clean cloths in my game bag to protect the plants I forage for medicine. “My father taught me some, but most of what I know I learned to identify with our plant book.”

“Plant book?” he asks, sounding intrigued. Books are expensive, and it's rare for individual families to own one.

"It's like a guidebook," I explain, moving my bag behind my hip again. "My father's family started it. It has written descriptions of almost every plant you come across in the woods inside it---what's edible, medicinal, or poisonous. Some of the medicinal ones can be poisonous. Like the foxglove I just showed you. The book isn't really complete, but I'd like it to be."

"Are there any illustrations?"

"There are some but I wish we had more pictures. Makes identifying things easier," I admit. "I would hate to have someone other than me try to decide what a plant using the descriptions alone and end up poisoning themselves instead."

"I draw. And I'm not too bad. Fair, at least," he says. "If you wanted, I could help you."

"I don't know," I say cautiously. What if he's overestimating his skill?

"What if I showed you some of what I've already done, and then you can decide for yourself. It won't hurt my feelings if you turn me down, honest," he says.

Thoughtfully, I chew on the corner of my lip. "What's in it for you?"

"Isn't it obvious?" he asks.

My heart sticks in my throat, the blood rushing in my ears. What is that supposed to mean? Maybe I haven't imagined him looking back at me like I'm something special?

"Practice! You could show me things I'd never have a chance to see on my own. Unlike you, I'm stuck in the district," he adds dryly.

Disappointment made my stomach sink. I could smack myself for my idiot excitement. Like he thinks you're anything special.

The unwanted, unexpected thought gives me pause. But do you want Peeta to think you're anything special? You don't want a husband or more mouths to feed, kids that could be reaped.

"What do you say?" he asks, sounding hopeful.

Thoughts of burnt bread creep into my head, and no matter how anxious the idea of spending more time with Peeta makes me, I owe him the opportunity to do this if he wants to that badly. "Show me some of your pictures," I finally say, shifting back and forth on my feet. I'm ready to get away from him and these feelings he's brought out of me, thanks to a stupid pair of glasses that make my mouth go dry.

"Great! Are you going to be by the bakery soon?"

"I'm sure I will."

"I'll have them ready," he promises. Pausing, he opens his mouth and closes it again as if there is more he wants to say but isn't sure how to do it.

"I'll be by soon. Bye, Peeta."

"Bye, Katniss."

#endlessnightlock writes #everlark fanfiction #in-panem a/u #katniss everdeen/peeta mellark #always happens anyway #at least one maybe two more parts to this

[peninkwrites]

Hear no evil. See no evil. Speak no evil. Ch 2 of ?

Ranboo has been going blind his whole life.

Ch 1

Ch 3

crossposted to ao3

Ranboo knows blindness is inevitable.  He’s known this since he was small.  His mothers had never said it to him directly, but it seems maybe they regretted having a child who was only half enderman.  How could they have known he would inherit his other half’s tear ducts?  They did their very best to raise a child who wouldn’t cry, but they were fighting an impossible battle.  The early years were the worst.  Ranboo lost maybe a quarter of his vision in the first six years of his life.  Six was old enough to hold back, to refuse tears through skinned knees and childish insults and getting lost.  It took him a few years more to realize that never crying would have a different toll.  Ranboo kept his emotions clutched carefully to his chest, letting them pour free not in burning salt, but ink.

Eventually it became clear that their forgetfulness went beyond the ordinary, and his book began to serve a different purpose.

Not that Ranboo remembers these finite details, things like his mothers, his childhood, where he is from.  Nor is he really sure how he arrived on the SMP, only with the vague goal of winning an election.  He remembers a few essentials kept carefully in his memory book.  Tears burn, they make his vision worse, and one day he will go blind.  Crying will hasten the process, and even as that scares him, he cannot let it scare him enough that tears fall.

So he doesn’t cry.  First he meets Niki, whose voice is soft and kind and reassuring, and she shows him around the server.  He follows her closely, and she points out different structures and places and Ranboo pretends to perceive them.  He pretends there isn’t a fog over his vision, confining his view to the prime path and a bit beyond that, depending on the brightness of the sun that day.  His peripheral is worse, but as long as he’s looking at something head on, something close enough, he can see it generally.  Niki he will remember by voice, by her outline, her hair, but not really her face.  He would have to get way too close to see what she really looks like, but he knows enough to recognize her.  He can remember people relatively well by name and vague appearance, it’s who they are, the details of what they have done together, that’s where things get fuzzy just like his vision.

This was not ideal, as the next person he met, the current president, introduces himself and rather curtly tells him:  “I’m pretty much totally deaf, so, sorry if I’m not much for conversation.”

“Oh,” Ranboo had briefly had no clue what to say, before some impulse built on the sound of this boy’s voice, his small stature, wearing a suit, by the looks of it, he felt inclined to show a little faith.  “I’m… I’m kinda blind, so,” he mumbled.

“Um, like I said, man.  I can’t hear, so.  Dunno what you just said.”

Ranboo’s cheeks flushed green and red, fumbling for his memory book and flipping to the back of it.

I’m a little blind, so.  I don’t think I’ll be very good at sign language.

He holds it out to Tubbo, who frowns at the page, reading slowly.

Instead of irritation, he laughs.  “I mean, that works out!  Sort of.  Maybe not, but, how about I help you with the seeing bit, and you can… you could be my minutes man!  If you’d like.”

“Minutes-?” Ranboo stops, going back to the page.  Minutes man?

“Yeah!  If you want, you could write down the stuff we talk about in meetings, so if I have a hard time keeping up, I can still keep track of stuff,” Tubbo says brightly.  Ranboo knows he’s staring at him.  “So, is that why..?” Tubbo’s hand goes to his own face, which Ranboo notes is slightly discolored.  “Sorry, I shouldn’t…”

“Oh! The scars?” Ranboo brushes against his own cheeks, and the deep, red divots along the corner of his eye.  “It’s okay,” Ranboo shrugs, hoping that’s reassurance enough.

“I’ve got some pretty gristly scars too, dunno if you can tell,” Tubbo says.

“Not really,” Ranboo shakes his head, and then shrugs.  He should really just write.

“Huh, you can’t even see that?” Tubbo says unthinkingly.   “Sorry, that was, well, not very tactful of me.  If you want to, I could like, I dunno,” Tubbo pauses, thoughtful  “I could describe stuff?  If that would help?”

“Uh, yeah!  Yeah, I mean, I–” Ranboo nods and starts talking before remembering, returning to his book.

I’d like to be the minutes man. I was actually planning on running in the next election, so it would be cool to work with you.  And that might be nice. If you described stuff sometimes.  I don’t know I’ve never tried that.

Tubbo reads, and sounds surprised.  “Oh!  You’re planning on running, then, Rambo?”

Ranboo almost goes to correct him, but can’t bring himself to, endeared.

“Right, well, least I can do is show you around!  Or, show you what I can,” Tubbo says sheepishly.  “How bad is your vision?  You don’t have glasses, you know?  Feel like that could help a bit.”

Ranboo tries to remember the explanation.  He doesn’t have glasses.  Because..?  Another quick scribble on the page.

I don’t really remember why.  I think it might have to do with the different types of eyes?  I’m not really sure.

“Huh.  Well, if you want, we could see about getting you glasses.  My friend Wil–” Tubbo stops, and Ranboo cannot see that his expression is stricken.  Tubbo continues, and Ranboo notices the slight tremor in his voice.  “My friend Wilbur.  He wore glasses.  So, I’m sure we could get you some as well.”

Ranboo hesitates, writing slowly.

thank you. That would be nice.  Maybe it would help.

my vision is pretty bad.  I can’t see far over distances, it gets all foggy, and my peripheral is almost nonexistent.  And things are always a little blurry unless you’re right in front of my face.

Tubbo reads it slowly and carefully, murmuring the words as he does so, maybe meant to be inaudibly, but Ranboo can hear him.  “I am also dyslexic, so, the reading stuff is a bit slow for me.”

Ranboo just nods.

“Well then, Rambo.  I will give you a specialty tour of New L’Manberg!” Tubbo had originally wanted to take him to the top of the hill, to look out over the city, but he now knows that wouldn’t exactly be much use, so instead he takes him over to the platforms.

“I built this recently,” Tubbo puts a fond hand on one of the support posts.  “Made it out of spruce, and look, can you see how new it is?”  He motions Ranboo closer.

Ranboo follows, having to crouch down, but once he does, he sees the grain in the wood, he sees the fresh bark still left on the logs and the new metal bolts holding it all together.  “You built–” Ranboo quickly course corrects.

you built all this?

Tubbo stares at the page, always a delay, but not that Ranboo minds.  When Tubbo has to lean in to read it, Ranboo can see a bit more of his face.  “Yeah, I did!  With some help from the rest of the cabinet, and… and from Ghostbur.”

it's really cool

Tubbo reads it, and for a second Ranboo thinks he might be blushing, but then Tubbo is too far for him to tell.

“Right, now over here, we’ve got a few houses set up.  This one here,” Tubbo all but escorts him to the front door.  “It’s the one to the left of the stairs up.  It’s where Phil lives.  You’ll like Phil!  He’s really great.”

Ranboo nods, and he is startled when Tubbo takes his hand, pulling him along to the next doorway.

“This house is unoccupied at the moment.  The door is also spruce, and we’ve even placed flower boxes outside!  The house is a bit small, but it has two stories.  And I dunno if you know this, but the whole city is on stilts right now.  Over a big crater.  The plan is to hopefully refill it with rain water, there’s already some starting to collect, and make it a little less… rough,” Tubbo actually guides his hand to the flower boxes, so he can touch the dirt, so he’s close enough to see the flowers clearly, and Ranboo, if he weren’t so repressed, thinks he might have cried.  Tubbo doesn’t seem to notice, moving along.  “And here’s the flag!  The flag for New L’Manberg.  Maybe I can find you an old flag and show you that one too.  The history is important, you know?”  Once more, Tubbo hands the cloth to Ranboo, so he can feel its material, and hold it up close enough he can see the colors and the heart stitched on its surface.

It’s pretty

“Thank you!  I tried, you know?” Tubbo sounds a little bashful.  “Um, maybe it could be your house!  You’ll need to have a house here if you want to run in the elections.”

yeah!

Tubbo opens the doors to the house.  “Check out the inside!  It’s got barrels for storage, and a crafting table already set up, and a ladder up to the second floor.”

Ranboo can see the outline of the walls, and the second floor, he can guess where the ladder is from how it stands out distinctly to the cobblestone.  He can see the lanterns hanging from the ceiling from the harsh streaks they leave across his eyesight.  Ranboo also finds his vision does better in the dark.  Outside in the sun, the fog gets worse.

“You’d have to buy it.”

Ranboo scribbles faster.  Wait how do I do that??

Tubbo laughs, and Ranboo wants to make him laugh again.  “You’d have to talk to Ghostbur.  Don’t worry, he won’t charge you an arm and a leg for it or anything.”

Ranboo nods.

“And down here we have market stalls built!  No one is selling anything at the moment, but Ghostbur has decorated each one with wool and these… these decorative panel things, um, banners!  Lots of different patterns and things,” Tubbo nods him over to one of the stalls so Ranboo can see the detailed weave.  Tubbo walks to the next stall, and then the next, pausing at each so he can see the decorations.

“Alright, come on.  Stick close to me.  There are railings around the main platform, but we haven’t finished adding them to the sides really yet, or the stairs.”

I can see the railings and where the edge drops off.  I just can’t see far away or details unless it’s really close.

“Oh, sorry, didn’t mean to… to patronize or assume or anything.”

it’s ok! thanks tho

“No problem, bossman!  Up here, this is Karl’s house.  I’m sure you can hear the llama?” Tubbo says this more hesitantly.  “There’s also bright red flowers.”

yeah!  The flowers are nice.  You’re right the llama is loud.  So is the redstone track.

“Oh, right, the redstone!” Tubbo stares at the track perhaps thoughtfully.  “Forgot about that,” he murmurs, and Ranboo isn’t sure if he was supposed to hear him or not.  “Um, back over here is Quackity’s house.  It’s very… open concept at the minute.  All those big gaps over there?” Tubbo points to a large opening in the far wall.  “There’s no glass in there yet, so it’s very… airy.”

Ranboo nods.

“Right, and over his Fundy’s house, it’s across this bridge here,” Tubbo leads the way.  “And… he’s got blue carpet!” Tubbo actually sits on the floor in his fancy suit, and brushes through the woven wool.

Ranboo can see the color, he knows it’s carpet, he doesn’t actually need to know what it feels like, but Tubbo is trying so hard, so Ranboo sits beside him and threads through the wool.  Ranboo smiles.  He glances up to Tubbo’s face and is unsettled to find that he’s most likely staring at him.  He hopes Tubbo isn’t looking him in the eye.  Even if Ranboo can’t tell, he doesn’t like the thought very much.

“Right, um, anyway.  Down here is the rest of Fundy’s house.  His house is very nice, it’s properly furnished, lots of that blue carpet,” Tubbo describes it as they go.  “And outside here, under the crane, this is Ghostbur’s property.  It’s not all under water, he just… he sort of lives next to the sewers––storm drains, to be clear, nothing gross.”  Tubbo heads down into the water and Ranboo hesitates.

He fumbles with the edge of his iron armor.  He should be safe enough to make it down there.  Ranboo can’t help but cover his eyes as he follows.

“You… you alright?” Tubbo asks carefully.

“Y-Yeah!” Ranboo quickly nods, relieved to find his face is dry.  He needs to have more faith in his enchantments, and once he gets some netherite, he shouldn't have to worry about water anymore.

“Um, well, in here is Ghostbur’s house.  His thing is making invis potions, as you can tell.  Reeks of blaze powder,” Tubbo flips through barrels of supplies.  “And in here is his library…”

So it follows.

Tubbo shows him everything, every little thing close enough, at least.  He gives him things to feel, and he points out sounds he knows should be there even if he can’t hear them anymore himself, and Ranboo cannot describe the feeling it brings him to follow Tubbo.  It’s not merely caring, it’s the fact that in some way, Tubbo understands.  He won’t realize for a long time that that was where he started to fall in love.

Next, he follows around Tommy, who is an explosion of noise and energy and his hands always a flurry of motion that Ranboo cannot quite make out.  He does his best not to reveal how little he can see.  He doesn’t know Tommy well enough for that; Tubbo’s own confession had felt like enough.  When Tommy questions Ranboo accidentally hitting him––Ranboo hadn’t noticed Tommy out of the corner of his eye until Tommy was right there, he’d reached out to stop him, severely misjudged the distance, and apparently hit Tommy––Ranboo fumbles an explanation about wanting to hand him a flower.  He cannot read Tommy’s hazy expression as he says, “y’like flowers, Ranboo?” but since Tommy continues to talk to him, asks Ranboo to walk with him, he assumes Tommy wasn’t offended.

Ranboo agrees to join Tommy in his mischief.  He doesn’t realize the house is burning until he smells smoke, and Tommy drags him away from harsh yellow light and heat muttering a fierce string of curse words.  He hisses to Ranboo as they walk quickly up the prime path, “we saw nothing, got it?  We saw nothing.”

And Ranboo nods and deigns not to tell Tommy how true that is.

When they are dragged to a court house, Ranboo doesn’t remember what happened.  He remembers going somewhere with Tommy, he remembers Tommy’s panic, but he doesn’t grasp the details.  He doesn’t see Tommy’s face, but hears him defend him, and support him when he explains why he can’t remember.

So Ranboo is let go, and Tommy isn’t.

And it only gets worse from there.

Ranboo is overwhelmed by how everyone starts to panic, but he told Tubbo he would follow him, that he would try to help, so he does, and he tries to keep the minutes.

#aha comrade #dsmp #my writing #ranboo

[slasher-male-wife]

Slashers doing their S/O’s makeup

I like to do makeup from time to time and I already did one for you doing slashers makeup so I thought this would be really cute. For context I like keeping my fics around the time the time the movie takes place so when I talk about styles in magazines when talking about the Sawyer brothers it’s gonna be early 70′s makeup. I hope that makes sense. I also put the sawyer brothers into one because I laugh thinking about that happening. I also might make a part two because I love this idea so much. Last thing I promise I’m gonna start writing for the lost boys too. 

Includes: Brahms Heelshire, Lester Sinclair, and the Sawyer brothers 

Brahms Heelshire

You had to agree to let Brahms do your makeup in exchange for him to take a bath the other night. 

You found a picture of a woman from the 50′s for him to reference. 

He’s seen you do your makeup plenty of times so he kinda knows how to do it. 

You have to remind him to keep blending out the foundation on your face and to make sure to go light on the blush and eye shadow. 

He’s gonna be so concentrated on doing your makeup. Don’t try to talk to him cause he won’t respond to you. 

In the end when you see it it’s not gonna be like great but better than you expected 

“Come on Brahms let me see.” You say with a smile. 

“You still need lipstick.” He says picking it up. You close your mouth and pout your lips. He pushes it up and gently grabs your chin. He carefully applies it to your lips. He sets it down and nods. “You can look now.” You turn in your chair and look in the mirror. Your face is pretty powdery, your eyeliner is very messy and your eye shadow is pretty patchy but over all it’s not to bad. You smile and turn back to Brahms. 

“You did amazing Brahms. I look so wonderful.” 

“Kiss?” He asks. You nod. He pulls up his mask and you kiss his soft lips. You pull away and see your lipstick on his lips. You chuckle. 

“You’re wearing lipstick now too.” 

“Let me put more on.” He says. You pout your lips and he goes back in and kisses you again. You two keep kissing until you lose track of time. 

Lester Sinclair

After you did his makeup he wanted to do yours for you too. He found another magazine from the 80′s and let you chose the look you wanted.

He’s smiling the whole time he does it. 

“Ya look so funny like this. I hope I don’t ruin it.” 

You’ll have to explain to him what a lot of the stuff is. To be honest, when it comes to makeup Lester is like little me. He’ll think concelar is lipstick and that you put white powder all over your face. 

He’s gonna spend a long time blending everything out. Especially the eye shadow. He’s using two colors and he really doesn’t wanna mess it up. 

he’s gonna be so nervous when he does the eyeliner. He really doesn’t wanna mess that up and he might tell you to not even breath while he does it. 

But in the end you don’t look horrible at all. It’s pretty good for his first time.  

Lester’s lightly blending out your eye shadow now. You’ve had your eyes closed for a good five minutes. “Lester I’m sure it’s fine. Just put on the lipstick and let me see.” He sighs and sets down the brush. 

“Alright fine. I just don’t wanna ruin yer pretty face is all.” You open you eyes and grab a bright pink lipstick. 

“You know how to put it on right?” You hold it out for him. 

“Course I do. I’ve seen plently people put it on before.” He takes it and opening it up, twisting the tube. You pout your lips and he applies it gently. He gets his face close to yours and once he’s done you go in to kiss him. “Hold on darlin. Look at yourself before you ruin it.” He hands you a mirror and you look over your face with a smile. Sure the blush is strong and your eyeliner is really wavy but over all you like how it looks. 

“I look dashing Lester. Thank you honey.” You put your arms around his neck and give him a big kiss. He kisses you back. 

The Sawyer brothers 

You origonally just wanted Bubba to do your makeup when the twins heard and insisted they help too. 

You found a look you like from the 70′s because it’s gonna be hard to mess up simple make up. 

Nubbins was the one who did the foundation and the powder as an eccuse to touch you face. Bubba had to help him the entire time.

Chop Top did the blush and eye shadow. The repeated motions and using a light hand was easy for him to do.

The twins made so many comments the entire time while Bubba just kinda sat there worrying over how it was gonna turn out.  

Bubba did the eyeliner and the lipstick and he did great. The eyeliner was very even and looked amazing. 

“You’re real pretty like this. I like you lookin all pretty.” Chop Top says sitting on your bed next to Bubba who’s applying your eyeliner. He’s holding your jaw and keeping you steady. You’re staying still for him. Nubbins and Chop Top spent a lot of time doing your makeup just as an excuse to be near you. 

“Y-y-y-you’re always pretty. Since I first met you in your car. I told them you’re real pretty when you first had dinner with us.” Nubbins says sitting on the floor playing with his knife.

“Thank you boys. Bubba you’re doing a great job on this I can’t wait to see how it turned out.”  He sets down the eyeliner and you open your eyes. You give a smile at the three of them. “I’m sure all of you did a great job.” 

“We did. We did a real g-g-good job. You look so good.” Nubbins says. 

“You really do Y/N. I love the way you look.” Chop Top adds. Bubba nods and adds some mascara. Chop Top turns on and fiddles with the radio. Bubba grabs the lip gloss and you pout your lips. When he finishes up you grab your mirror and look at yourself. You look good. Your smile and warm and you set the mirror down. 

“I look amazing. Thank you guys. I love this.” 

#brahms heelshire #brahms x reader #brahms heelsire x reader #brahms the boy #brahms my beloved #brahms fluff #lester sinclair #lester sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x you #lester sinclair x y/n #house of wax #bubba sawyer #bubba saywer x reader #bubba sawyer x y/n #chop top sawyer #nubbins sawyer #sawyer brothers #texas chainsaw massacre #tcm #slasher #slashers #slasher x y/n #slasher x reader #slasher fanfiction #slasher fluff

[landboundstar]

Ghosties And Ghoulies Part 4

Slaughter Swamp.

The unholy cross of wetland, chemical dumping ground, and some near cousin of a Lazarus pit.

We were all lucky more than just Solomon Grundy had not popped out of that muck. 

So far, at least.

It was one of the few areas of Gotham where magic ran high naturally. A merging point of the green, the gray, and the red domains where any of the avatars were likely to show up.

I thought about knocking on one of the trees to get Alan's attention. He tended to not mind chatting. Abby wasn't my biggest fan, but I figured she would answer if I asked.

But the faint tendrils of gray magic tied with a much stronger note of red living magic was definitely approaching.

Not from the swamp though.

From Gotham.

And then I saw the source. Apparently, my luck wasn't all shite.

I suppose being followed by another Tweety Bird wasn't too surprising.

I was just happy it was the prodigal son, who wasn't above hanging out over a beer, who had followed me.

Jason leaned against a tree, very carefully keeping his feet on the packed dirt path.

Couldn't blame the guy who had been in a Lazarus pit for not being a fan of the swamp.

"Did Big Brother follow me too?"

"No. Just me. I take it he doesn't know Gram and Gramps hired you?"

"Don't know what you mean," I told him, clicking my fingers to light another cigarette.

"Well, Bruce adopted me, so his parents would be my grandparents. Figure the whole professional thing means you can't tell me who hired you. But Gram and Gramps love me."

Jason twirled a white strand of hair. "Not the only thing I got from coming back. Opened my third eye, remember?"

Yeah, I remembered sitting across a table from Jason with Zatanna, trying to talk an angry, scared teen through a calming meditation while he had visions of Hell after running into him in Prague of all places.

"I know," I took another drag on the cigarette. "I can't tell them It's in the contract. But they are worried about something going on here. And Gotham's covered in magic. I was hoping it came from here, but I'm not that lucky. You want to fill me in, or let me start asking Swamp Thing some questions as I figure it out on my own?"

Jason looked startled. "Magic?"

"Deep, all through the city. Caster is covering their tracks, but I've been following it since the airport. Add a little more magic here, with how much the mob likes to use this as a dumping ground -,"

Jason didn't need me to continue. "Yeah, no. We already have Grundy. I'll check with Oracle, but pretty sure we've been dealing with our normal crew of crazy and not any out-of-towners. None of them are magical."

"Two are."

Jason swallowed and I had to fight back a wince. He wasn't the only one who had an opened third eye. And I could see the magical scars someone had left taking shortcuts when she had dumped him into a Lazarus pit. Cause that hadn't been enough to mess the kid up.

Blood, death and sex. Magic's cheat codes.

"Yeah, two are. But they aren't here. I'll look into things, but they aren't here."

"I believe you, but the magic is coming in from somewhere."

"Yeah, it is." Jason pushed away from the tree. "Look, I'll help look around and fill you in as I find stuff, and I can be a pain in the ass to keep attention away from you. But I can't cast, just see things. Best I can give is a heads up."

"Appreciated. Tip in return. Watch taking contracts that Papa Midnight wants in on."

"The bounty hunter?" Jason tilted his head. "Why?"

"Voodoo priest. With a shotgun that doesn't miss. He might still have diplomatic immunity with Haiti too. Won't tell you not to take them or to talk to him, but know who you're dealing with."

Jason whistled. "Did not know about the magic shotgun. Will keep that in mind."

I finished my cigarette, listening as a motorcycle roared away.

I left the swamp. Staying there after dark was a level of stupid I wasn't.

And I figured Jason wasn't the only one who could look into things.

#batman #au fic #bruce wayne #john constantine #jason todd

[norisbeinghuman]

How I ran into real-life brain-hacking

I have been struggling with sugar addiction for years. It took its toll on both my physical and mental health long before I even knew I had it and I have been fighting it ever since I recognized its ugly face. And just like it tends to be with addictions, it was a very tough battle, and I wasn’t always winning. I was ready to fight for the rest of my life, but now I think I might not have to. I think, carefully and hopefully, that I maybe, just maybe, might have won. How? Believe it or not, it was hypnosis.

(The rest of this post is long, ye be warned. If you want to read it in peace and quiet, head over to my blog https://noriparelius.com/post/brain-hacking/. Or keep reading here, up to you.)

What? Hypnosis?!

I wrote extensively about my sugar addiction before, so if you want to read more about the misery it brought me, just go ahead. This post will be about what liberated me.

I met Roger in a book club. (I really hope, Roger, that you don’t mind me talking about this on my blog that nobody reads.) The most wonderful book club, full of lovely people from all around the world, that I feel genuinely lucky to have met. Roger is one of them – a Scottish guy that just seems to radiate warmth, calm and wit. And as it happens, he runs a company selling hypnosis audio tracks. I remember when I found out about that a few months after joining the book club. “That’s not something you hear often!” I thought, and pretty much left it at that.

At one of the book club meetings we were discussing mental health. It was one of those moments when you get to see that everybody really does have their own secret struggle, no matter the image they present to the world. Anyway, it was after that meeting that Roger recommended hypnosis to the rest of us. I knew very little about hypnosis and I never would have thought about it on my own, but getting a recommendation from someone whose opinion I have come to value, was enough to get me to try.

Roger is one of the directors in a company called Uncommon Knowledge (I love the name!) and their Hypnosis Downloads platform has thousands of audio tracks that you download and listen to whenever you feel like it. Literally thousands of short 20-30 minute sessions about anything and everything you could think of. (And by the way, this is not an ad, I’m getting nothing for this. I just genuinely love their stuff.)

You wouldn’t give a cake to an itchy knee

I didn’t know where to start, but I knew about at least one big problem I had. The damn sugar. So I started looking for hypnosis tracks that could help with that. I found a few and tried a few, downloads with names like Sweet Tooth and Food Addiction Help. I did as was recommended and listened to them every day for a week. They were nice, calming, lovely to listen to and I agreed with every word. But I didn’t feel any different. I thought maybe I just needed to give it more time. Until I ran into the Stop Emotional Eating. It’s funny, because I already knew that one of the reasons I was turning to “treats” was emotions; boredom, angst, loneliness, exhaustion, stress,… But knowing didn’t help me to stop.

The first time I listened to Stop Emotional Eating felt like an emotional roller-coaster ride that ended with me disembarking into a new reality. I opened my eyes and wondered why on earth I ever tried to eat away my feelings. What an utterly stupid idea! As if that would ever work! It suddenly seemed completely silly and useless to eat an ice cream because I had a bad day (or a good one, for that matter). The hypnosis was full of deep insights and clever metaphors, and it reached a part of my mind no logic could ever penetrate to before. I still chuckle at the “You wouldn’t give a cake to an itchy knee” whenever I think about it. Very true, I definitely wouldn’t do that, but I spent decades doing its equivalent by putting a plaster made of chocolate over my feelings. No more though. No more.

Break the trance

Now, I was really feeling that my sugar struggles were over. And in some way they were! It’s been a half a year and I didn’t have a single binge in that time. What’s even more, I didn’t even want one, or get anywhere close. My emotions seemed to have detangled themselves from the food completely and permanently.

But. Oh yes, there is a but. I wasn’t binging anymore, and I wasn’t tortured by wanting something sweet more than anything, but kept nibbling at foods I knew would make me feel sick when nobody was looking. To be honest, I can’t explain it. I would have a little bite of a banana pancake I made for my kids. Or a piece of blood sausage. Or an apple. All pretty good foods, but ones that unfortunately don’t do me, personally, any good. I only did it when nobody was looking, while firmly telling myself that I don’t want to do that, that it isn’t worth it and that I don’t even want it that much. I still did it. Over and over again. Mind-boggling. Thankfully, it didn’t trigger the binges and I didn’t really feel that unsatiable need for candy anymore.

I regret to say that it took me months to realize this was something else than the emotional eating I was partaking in before. It needed a different mind-shift. And lo and behold, I found a hypnosis for that too! Wanna guess? It’s called Secret Eating. I only listened to that one once, about 6 weeks ago. And I haven’t been grazing on things anymore. At all. And the best thing is that it is effortless. No willpower needed. Looking back, the moments I stole from my kids food felt like some sort of trance. My brain saw the opportunity, nobody was looking, so it didn’t count. The reaction was almost automatic, no matter what I was trying to tell myself at that moment. The hypnosis broke the trance and put me back in control.

Everyday magic

I know the word hypnosis sounds spooky and for quite a while after starting with it I felt a bit silly asking my husband to keep the kids away from me for twenty minutes, because I was going to do a… hypnosis. Truth is, there is nothing spooky or weird to it. It is actually a lot like what people call guided meditations now. You sit/lie down, relax, and listen to someone talking. No loss of control involved at all. You are completely free to disagree with whatever they are saying, or stop the track at any moment. In a sense, the whole experience doesn’t feel special at all. No dangling watches, no whirlwinds in the eyes, no repressed memories, no waking up and realizing you were jumping around like a frog unbeknownst to you just seconds before. In that sense it’s almost boring.

But there is real magic to it too. I have told myself countless times before that eating something sweet would only make me feel sick and not actually calm the emotional storm I was drowning in. My thoughts never reached my feelings though. I have spent over 4 years trying to use willpower, tricks and hacks, trying to motivate myself, remind myself, rationalize and my progress was glacial at best. One single hypnosis session solving it all? That is a miracle.

Doesn’t matter how you got there

What I really like about hypnosis, or at least the hypnosis from Hypnosis Downloads / Uncommon Knowledge, is that it is always about the solution. There is rarely digging into what kind of trauma brought you were you are, because it doesn’t really matter. The real question is how you get out.

I remember doing a “guided meditation” several years ago, which was all about meeting your demons and transforming them. It was a very cool experience, fairy-tale like and full of surprises. I met my sugar demon, a pink blobby creature with a funny hat. I talked to it, and could clearly see that what it was all about was hunger not for food, but for safety, connection, love and other things candy couldn’t give. I got to see it for the coping mechanism it was. Then I witnessed it transform from the monster into a hurt little me.

I don’t know, maybe for some people that meditation would have been enough to leave the addiction behind. For me, it wasn’t. It illuminated where I was and how I got there, but it also revealed to me what my addiction was doing for me, why I needed it. I didn’t know how else to take care of those needs.

The Emotional Eating hypnosis was so much more pragmatic than the esoteric experience of meeting my demons. “You wouldn’t give a cake to an itchy knee,” is exactly what I needed to hear though. It didn’t concern itself with why I was eating my feelings, which feelings, or where and when it might have started. What mattered was that it was an absolutely useless coping mechanism.

The hypnosis also offered a solution. A solution so painfully obvious, that it shouldn’t need to be said, but for me, it was. I was told that I should take care of my emotional needs in the appropriate way, and only use food for hunger. Sounds vague, but in the days after I first listened to the track, I suddenly started becoming aware of my emotional needs that I didn’t notice before. Now they were right there in front of me clear as day, and it felt ridiculous to shove a cookie in my face in a futile attempt to make them go away.

A key to the mind

Ever since my first positive experiences with hypnosis, I have been turning to it almost daily, trying out various tracks.

I have been working on getting better at taking breaks, learning to compartmentalise my work and free time, let go of caring what others think about me, even getting better at creative writing! (I actually started writing a novel! Doing creative writing for the first time since high school! How fun is that?!)

Whenever I run into a problem in my life, a situation where I would wish I would feel and react differently, I look for the right track. It usually takes trying a few different, related ones, sort of like testing a bunch of keys on a stubborn lock. Sooner or later, one of them fits. Sometimes the change is slow and sneaky, sometimes it’s like a lightning strike, but it is always, always, life-changing.

If you find any of this intriguing, and you are wondering how hypnosis actually works, go and read about it from the experts. Here is a great article by Mark Tyrrell – the other founder behind Uncommon Knowledge – about what hypnosis is.

#hypnosis #addiction #sugar #being human

[iambilliejeanok]

Lord forgive my horny ass, but I have a mighty need 🙏

So Shino loves his bugs. Like, deadass, they are everywhere. And we saw just how out of control he became when drunk, army of bugs type stuff. And his sweet, oh so sweet S/o, decided they wanted for their first time..... to have Shino's bugs all over them while they do it- NOW HEAR ME OUT! His bugs are clean! Like who tf keeps dirty bugs on them, and they comunicate through VIBRATIONS! VIBRATIONS DAMNIT! So imagine miny vibrating bullets all over your body.

Andd for fucks sake, Shino did not know his S/o was THAT nasty?! Like??? Having some of his bugs in their mouth while they french kiss, making them even more overstimulated than before ( sorry for the image if it grossed you out, I remembered I have seen some fanart of Shino with bugs on his mouth and went " huh... how's that kissing tho? " lol ), or just his bugs in general while they do the deed? Mans dead and went to heaven, he cannot believe his luck that someone likes his insects... and more 👀

So yeah... I like simping for Shino honestly...

I know exactly what fanart you’re talking about😩😩 and it was so good ong😭

This request mad fucking long it highly feels like a collab more then a thirst 😭😩 and I’m not complaining.

✨Thirst✨

Warnings: 18+, sfw, nsfw, bugs everywhere.

Look. You’re dating an Aburame. Please get serious. Bugs can’t freak you out that much if you’re willing to date their homes.

Just two gorgeous people thirsting over Shino and his bugs

Shino is absolutely protective of you. Like almost paranoid. It’s only okay because you’ve both worked together to find a solution for his problem…yes bugs🙂

For one, he uses them to keep track of you. How this would work is that when he truly feels like he’s actually in love with you, he will gift you a female kikaichū to show you how much he cares about you. The females are the most difficult to find so this is a very serious move. The great thing about the females though is that they release a scent that only male kikaichū can smell. It’s the perfect tracker. He can only hope and pray that you accept this.

It’s in a glass box with holes, a pretty bow wrapped around it with a card attached. In his other hand is a huge bouquet of your favorite flowers and and two obnoxiously sized gift bags. The bug is almost like the centerpiece of this gift. “Please be mine…for always”, he asks you, the stars beautifully scattered across the night sky, the breeze just right. He really planned this out so carefully…how can you possibly reject that big juicy bug.

So the bug will naturally crawl inside of you…unless you want him to put it in you👀 he can do that too if you know what I mean hehehe.

But he knows that letting it naturally crawl inside of you when you’re least aware would be less squeamish for you. Overtime, a few male bugs will join the female one inside of you…while you’re hanging out they’ll casually crawl about and slip inside of you…you won’t even notice. The longer the two of y’all stay together, the bigger the hive inside of you grows…until you’re a full fledged Aburame yourself ☺️

The bugs also mask your scent so enemies don’t sniff you out or any other wild animal/insects. It’s great because it greatly improves your ninja skills, helping you sneak in places without being sniffed by guard animals or ninjas with a high sense of smell.

If you’re a busy bee and tend to wander off, his kikaichū will help him locate you. There’s usually a buzzing pattern you’ve noticed. It starts faintly and grows a little more intense depending on the distance or Shino’s emotions. That’s the one thing you love about those bugs…they help the two of you communicate. Maybe you’re too far from each other or maybe you’re trying to express your love for each other in a more sensual way. In a way words cannot handle.

The bugs vibrate in patterns, communicating messages from Shino to you and vice versa. If he feels an overwhelming urge of emotions you’ll feel it too in the way that the bugs inside of you buzz. When you see that he needs a hug you can send him a light buzz that envelopes him like a hug🥺 perfect for when he’s stressed or sad.

Nsfw

Now when you’re making out, considering the fact that the bugs are now apart of you too, they definitely play around a bit. You’ve noticed that when Shino is too comfortable or relaxed, he can’t contain all the kikachū like he normally would, and some of them will escape and adventure outside of his body for a bit. This usually happens when he’s in cuddle mode and wants all the hugs and kisses.

He can tell them to vibrate a certain way and at a certain intensity to stimulate you. You’ll start to feel all these different sensations when he’s slowly kissing you, taking his time with you, pressing kisses all over your body. You can’t fathom the thought of living without Shino and his bugs because of how whole they make you feel. Shino makes you feel whole. He’s the part to you that was missing all these years.

He can and will make them vibrate hard enough to make you cum. When you’re having sex the bugs are everywhere. He can’t focus on keeping them contained and being in the moment with you all at once, so he has to choose. And surprise surprise, he always chooses you.

They end up everywhere though, constantly vibrating in sync with Shino’s excitement. When he eats you out, yes there’s bugs joining in the fun too, and they do crawl into your vagina, only heightening the pleasure with their vibrations, Shino adding his fingers and mouth in the mix to really push you over the edge.

Loves to cum on you. Somewhere. Anywhere. You choose. As long as it’s on you he’ll be ecstatic. The amount of bugs in his cum really depends on how intense the orgasm is because he won’t be able to hold them back if you’re riding him like there’s no tomorrow.

Ava when you’re making out? Good yes it’s so good😭 his lips are so soft and you’ve developed a liking to feeling the bugs crawl into your mouth while you’re tonguing him.

Everything about him is too sexy fuck!

❤️‍🔥 @sodium-noodlez 💐🙈🥰❤️‍🔥 @rahatake 🥰💐❤️‍🔥 @hkzv 💐🤗❤️‍🔥 @feelingsandemotionsnotexplored 🥺🙊💐❤️‍🔥 @smutteedreams 🥰🙊💐

#naruto imagines #naruto smut #naruto headcanons #shino fluff #shino smut #shino imagines #shino headcanons #shino x reader #shino x y/n

[mackenzielovee]

Hi bestie, your writing is just 👩‍🍳💋. If possible to do a y/n with Rafe where they fight and reader sleeps in the guest room. When Rafe realizes y/n is not in their bedroom goes and sleeps in the guest room with them.

a/n: hey baby! thank you so much for requesting this. it was fun to write. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: swearing, smut (fingering, kissing), mentions of drug use/abuse

Word Count: 2.4k+

my writing

apologies - rafe cameron

You stop pacing Rafe's bedroom to check your phone once again. The time keeps ticking by, and Rafe keeps not calling you back. He was supposed to be home hours ago; the two of you had plans to go out to the dock and eat dinner, hanging out and watching the sky. He had told you to be at his house at eight. It's now nearing midnight, and you haven't heard a peep. You pick up your phone to dial him again just as his door knob turns and Rafe slowly peaks his head in the room.

When he brings his eyes up to yours, he smiles quickly and sweetly, knowing he's in trouble but trying to soften to you up. You throw your phone back down on his bed and turn around, setting your hands on your hips and taking a deep breath. At least he's fine.

"Hey, baby," Rafe speaks, his voice sickeningly sweet.

You turn back around and watch as he carefully enters the room and closes the door, putting his back up against it. It's like he's trying to take up as little room as possible.

"Well, now that I know you're alive, I'm just gonna go home," you sigh, picking up your phone once again from the bed. Rafe takes a step forward, then another, then sets his hands on your arms to try and stop you from moving.

"No, baby, please don't leave," he says. Your eyes flicker up to his, and you instantly notice how bloodshot they are. You take another deep breath and close your eyes, ready to ask him the question you know you don't want the answer to.

"Rafe," you start, your voice calm, "Please tell me you are not high right now."

"I'm not high right now," Rafe says too fast. You look up at him again and can tell instantly that he's lying.

"Are you fucking kidding me, Rafe?" you raise your voice, squirming from his grip, "You're almost four hours late, you come back high, and then you lie about it?"

"Don't fucking yell at me, all right?" Rafe says, even though he raises his voice at you in return.

You roll your eyes and start grabbing your stuff, shoving it into your bag. You just want to go home and not deal with all of this right now.

"Where are you gonna go?" he asks you, his voice thick and accusing.

"Home," you mutter. Rafe scoffs, earning your attention.

"It's midnight and raining out. Just fucking sleep here and we'll work it out in the morning."

You roll your eyes at him and continue stuffing shit into the bag. Rafe comes over and grabs onto your wrists, stopping you from packing.

"Baby," he says, his voice softer, "Just chill for a second so I can explain, okay?"

You shrug and nod, telling him silently to go ahead and try to explain himself. He swallows before he speaks, so you know this will be good.

"Okay, well, I was out, y'know, with Topper and Kelce, right? We were at the Club. And Barry came by and started saying some shit to me and it just turned into a mess, okay? I had to handle shit with my sister and her dumbass friends and Topper's all pissed off because she's with John B now-"

"Rafe," you stop him, "I'm missing the part where you forgot to call for four hours and then got high."

He stares down at you, looking almost blindsided by the fact that you're asking him that, then nods his head.

"Okay, yeah," he says, more to himself than to you, "I uh, I lost my phone for a bit."

"You lost your phone for a bit?" you repeat, "Like, it died?"

Rafe considers that for a moment, then ultimately shakes his head.

"No, I just lost it at the Club."

You laugh and nod your head, finally understanding, "Oh, so you were too coked out to keep track of your shit? Nice, Rafe. I'm really glad you felt the need to get high out of your mind before you spend the night with me. That makes me feel really good."

You side-step him and continue to collect your things while Rafe throws his hands up in the air out of frustration.

"Jesus, that's not what it's about," he groans, "Barry showing up just threw me off and it fucking stressed me out-"

"You don't have to do coke every time you get stressed out, Rafe!" you turn and scream at him. He moves his head back and stares at you, clearly hurt by your outburst.

"Okay, look, I apologized-"

"You didn't, actually," you interrupt him, watching as Rafe replays this whole interaction over in his head and realizes he, in fact, has not actually apologized.

"All right. I am so sorry that I wasn't home on time and that I didn't call. Some shit just came up and I had to handle it but it was shitty of me not to call. If the tables were turned, I'd be mad, too. So, I'm sorry, baby."

Your shoulders fall as you start to melt under his term of endearment for you. Even after being together for so long, him calling you 'baby' still makes butterflies go crazy in your stomach.

"I accept your apology," you say quietly, watching his eyes shoot up to yours and a grin erupt on his face, "But I'm still gonna go home. You wasted my night, Rafe. I just want to be by myself."

His eyes fall to the floor again as he speaks, "It's pouring. Please just stay. I'll drive you home in the morning."

You stare at the boy, the man, you love so much and give in. Him worrying about you is always enough to make your heart melt, no matter how mad you can get at him.

"Fine," you mumble, dropping your bag onto the floor of Rafe's bedroom.

Rafe comes over and wraps his arms around you, pulling you close and holding you tightly. He pretends to not get upset when you don't return his hug. You're still mad, annoyed, and frustrated.

"I'm gonna go shower," you tell him as you pull away.

He wants to ask if he can join you, but he knows you're not in the mood for him to be playing around. So, he lets go of you and watches as you walk over to his bathroom door and close the door behind you.

You take a long shower. The warm water feels so good on your stressed muscles and Rafe being in the other room and not with you is comforting as well. Of course, you love him, but you also love your space and need to not be around him sometimes.

When you come out of the bathroom, only wrapped in a towel, you find Rafe fast asleep on his side of the bed. You try not to be upset with him because you know he had a stressful day and hr's exhausted, but you're also mad because of everything plus the fact that he's high and pretty much just passed out on you.

You pick up one of Rafe's shirts from the floor and then slide a pair of his boxers on, then grab your phone and head for the door. There's a guest room down the hall from Rafe's bedroom that you are going to sleep in, because you want to be alone and you really don't want to listen to Rafe snore all night after he's already irritated the shit out of you.

Your bare feet scurry across the hardwood floor and over to the guest room door, quietly pushing it open and slipping inside. You pull the covers back on the bed and crawl inside, relieved to be cuddling into a bed even if it isn't your own. The sleep is already trying to take over your body, so you don't even have time to browse your phone. It's time for sleep.

Almost the second your head hits the pillow, you're out. All of that worrying about where Rafe had been and if he had been okay had really worn you out.

You're waken up from your sleep when you hear the guest bedroom door creak open. Everything in the Cameron house is ancient, so everything creaks and cracks. You turn around in the bed and face the door, seeing your boyfriend's face squished in the doorway. He smiles softly when he sees you, but you can still see the sleep lining his eyes.

"Rafe," you grumble, pulling the sheets over your head.

"Baby," he says back, a playfulness in his voice.

He comes into the room and closes the door softly behind him. You feel him try to pull the sheets up from your grip, so you pull them tighter.

"Scoot over, baby," he whispers, so you sigh but obey.

Rafe breaks the sheets from your grasp and dives into the bed beside you, quick to wrap one of his arms around you and pull you close.

"I was worried when I woke up and you were gone," he admits to you, staring at the ceiling, "Why are you sleeping in here?"

You sigh, not really wanting to talk. You just want your sleep. Clearly, Rafe has other plans.

"You were already asleep when I got out of the shower," you say, attitude present in your voice.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart," he says quickly, "I just crashed."

You want to make a comment about how, of course he crashed, because he was high when he got home. Instead, you move your head down to his chest, making him relax.

"It's okay," you barely whisper.

Rafe sighs, knowing it's not, "I'm going to do better."

You don't respond. You can feel yourself starting to get emotional at his promises, because he's made them before.

"I mean it, baby," he tells you when you don't answer, "I really fucked up tonight. I know that. I never, ever meant to skip out on a date with you or make you angry with me. I made a really bad judgment call and it will never happen again."

You bury your face into his chest, finally allowing yourself to completely breathe him in for the first time tonight. Although Rafe screws up a lot, one thing he does well is apologize. He's said absolutely everything that you have wanted to hear since he ran late tonight.

"Promise me," you say against him, feeling your tears start to come up again.

"I promise you."

You look up at him in the darkness, then crawl up against his body to leave a kiss on his lips. It's gentle and sweet, leaving Rafe wanting more when you pull away.

"I forgive you," you tell him, bringing a hand up to play with his hair. He closes his eyes under your touch, grateful to have such an amazing woman by his side.

"I love you so much, baby," he whispers.

"I love you, too," you reply, then sit up in the bed.

You crawl on top of your boyfriend, feeling him sit up so you can have a better seat on his lap. You straddle him and bring your lips down his cheeks and to his neck, knowing you're getting to him when he moves his head to the side to give you more space to work with.

"Mmm," he hums, his hands falling all the way back to shamelessly grab your ass.

"Just because we missed our date doesn't mean we have to skip out on the best part," you whisper in his ear, purposely trying to drive him crazy. It works, because he lets out a moan at your words.

"Holy shit, that's right, baby," he nods, leaning forward and kissing you. He bites your bottom lip and pulls it back before he let's go, knowing you love when he does that.

"You're gonna take care of me, right?" you ask him, keeping your voice low.

He brings one hand around from your ass and starts to rub you through his own boxers you have on, smirking when he realizes why the fabric feels so familiar.

"Don't I always?" he asks, "You were so mad at me earlier, and still put my fucking boxers on, huh?"

You grin but bury your head in his neck so he can't tell. Rafe's smirk just widens when you don't respond, so he slowly and carefully brings his hands up to the top of the boxers, then bringing his hands down to your core. You know he's going slow on purpose to tease you, and it's working. He always drives you crazy.

"Rafe," you finally whine, wanting him to do something other than graze your center.

"Hmm, baby? You want more?"

He smirks when he can feel you get even wetter as he speaks. He knows exactly what turns you on.

"Yes, please," you nod, doing your best to not sound impatient.

"So polite, baby," he grins, bringing his lips to your cheek and down to your neck as he pushes his fingers in you.

You moan as two fingers enter you, feeling Rafe start to move them in and out immediately. His grin only widens as he watches you, even being able to see you with your mouth open through the darkness.

"Keep going," you tell him, moaning once again at how good he feels.

He starts to go faster, then brings his other hand up to your mouth and sticks two of those fingers in your mouth.

"I want to hear you," he says quietly, "I know how loud you can get. But I don't want to get us in trouble. Okay, princess?"

You nod, sucking on his fingers in your mouth. He moans and moves his fingers in and out of you even faster. He feels you clench around him, so he knows you're ready. He looks up into your eyes and then pushes his fingers back further into your mouth.

"Come for me, baby, I've got you."

You nod and clench again, then come only a minute later. He smirks as he removes two separate sets of his fingers from your body, bringing the ones that been buried inside your core up to his lips.

"Jesus," you groan, watching him as he licks his fingers clean through the darkness.

"You better not be exhausted, I'm not done with you yet," he warns you.

You smile and lean forward, kissing him roughly and moving your hips against his. He moans in your mouth, not being able to contain himself.

"Shit," he swears when you pull away, "I'm gonna fuck up more often."

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[aurumacadicus]

If you're still taking AUs:

Nat and Pepper (maybe +tony), starting a nonprofit/working at for and nonprofit. Basically just doing charitable things or planning for it.

If you are not taking AUs:

I'm really enjoying them! They are tons of fun and the humor is great for short blurbs! I really like that I can see a whole story set around the AUs but they still feel complete on their own- I think that takes tons of skill. You really balance leaving people wanting more and feeling satisfied with what just what they read amazingly well.

This probably wasn't the direction you were going for but like always, I like all my characters to be idiots. Natasha owns her own dance studio but her dream has always been to help poor kids into dance. At the end of the semester she takes them to see a real professional ballet performance. Pepper sponsors the kids that really want to continue after the program but can't afford it. They write essays as to why they should receive her sponsorship (more as a formality, she's literally never turned anyone down). She keeps all of them.

--

Pepper was in the office. Clint had told her about it as he'd left to go take care of something at his building.

Natasha pretended it didn't bother her as she directed her students through their basic positions. She was pretty sure she'd filed all her bills correctly. She was still getting used to it, but she was a quick study. Maybe she hadn't itemized something properly? Normally Pepper just sent her a quick text if she needed to fix something, though. Had the Maria Stark Foundation decided against funding her charity? Or--maybe the foundation had been scrutinizing the fact that she and Pepper were dating. Could it be a conflict of interest?

"That's all for today. I'll see you all on Wednesday," she told her students, who excitedly ran to gather their things for the bus. She waited until the bus driver waved and pulled away from the curb, because she took her students' safety very seriously, then turned and headed for the office, hoping she didn't look like a child headed to the principal's office.

Pepper was typing on Natasha's computer, brows furrowed together. Luckily, when she glanced up at Natasha, she gave her a wide smile and immediately turned away from it. "Hey! Happy one-month!"

"Huh?" Natasha blurted out as Pepper carefully pulled a little cake from the mini-fridge she kept under the desk.

"Your dancing program for impoverished students has been officially running for a month! I know you put in a lot of hard work so you could do it by yourself, so I wanted to celebrate it with you," Pepper explained, setting the plate on the desk.

Natasha blinked at it slowly. Chocolate, with cherry icing. Her favorite. She looked back at Pepper. "I thought that's what the dinner tonight was for?"

"The dinner tonight is because Tony doesn't know how to not be extravagant," Pepper deadpanned.

"Does Tony take all of the people rewarded by his charities out to dinner?" Natasha couldn't help but ask as she pulled up the chair on the other side of the desk. "What are you doing, anyway?"

"No, Tony only takes people he likes out to dinner. I'm ninety-five percent sure that he's not aware we've been dating for almost six months," Pepper replied. "And I was typing up a spread sheet for you to track your mileage. Tony says you need that if you're going to be driving to pick up stuff specifically for your charity program." She handed Natasha a fork. "Dig in. I can't have this because they couldn't promise not cross contamination with their strawberry icing."

Natasha frowned, but she decided to take it in the spirit it was given. She had worked very hard to set up this dance program, even consolidated two of her classes to open up space for it at an hour that was conducive to keeping the kids after school until their parents got off from work. There was still plenty of work ahead of her, but it was nice to see it acknowledged. "Thanks. What do you mean Tony doesn't know we're dating? I literally kissed him on the mouth last week."

Pepper waited patiently for her to chew and swallow her bite of cake before she very kindly said, "He kissed Jim and Carol on the mouth last week, too."

"Why the fuck is he so weird," Natasha exclaimed immediately, even though she was glad that she'd been given the opportunity to not choke.

"I try not to think about it, honestly," Pepper said with a shrug. "I'd be more upset, but I'm honestly looking forward to when he figures it out. I think he'll be speechless for at least five minutes, which is longer than he's ever willingly gone without talking."

"I think ten," Natasha countered without a second thought, then slapped a hand over her face and sighed. That was basically admitting that she wasn't actually surprised either, wasn't it?

Pepper smirked at her. That was probably a yes.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Portrait of a Dangerous Man🎨2

Warnings: (series) non-consent sex and rape; slow creep; cucking; (this chapter) nothing as yet.

This is dark!mob!Clark Kent x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: Your dream of having your work hung in an art show comes true but your first buyer is not all he seems to be.

Note: Thank you for your positive response to this one! I hope you enjoy what I have in store.

Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 As usual, I’d appreciate if you let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

Your Spotify list of redundant tracks flowed through the apartment as you sat typing at your small desk in the corner of the front room. The boxy space was as oppressive as any office space, another reason for your voluntary work at the gallery. Vanessa let you in the studio to paint. Without the privilege, you wouldn’t have the space for your easel.

You stretched your fingers and rubbed your eyes. You felt dizzy from staring at the screen, even with night mode on. The work was monotonous and made you restless. You wanted a pencil or brush in hand, a canvas before you, not this blaring laptop. You yawned and took a sip of your lukewarm water.

Your phone vibrated from across the room and you checked the time. Your lunch started soon but no one was really keeping track. As long as you got your assignments done, it didn’t matter when you chewed on toast and disassociated.

You got up and grabbed your phone from the corner table and leaned against the arm of the couch. You remembered how Marcus woke up there and grumbled as he lifted his head in pain. You couldn’t really feel bad for him going into work hungover. He embarrassed you and it didn’t quite sink in until after Clark left you to stare down at your drunk boyfriend.

An unknown number showed on your screen and you answered tentatively, ready to hang up at the first sales pitch. Your name came from the speaker and you recognized the deep voice in an instant. It took you back to the night before and the canvas hung on the wall.

“I hope I’m not disturbing you,” Clark said, “I only just had the paintings hung and I thought… well, I thought you might like to come see them in their new home.”

“Um…” you chewed your thumb, uncertain how to respond.

“Sorry, I know I can be a bit… to the point,” he laughed at himself, “how are you?”

“I’m good, just… taking a break.”

“You working?”

“Yeah, but I work from home,” you said as you touched the side of your neck, “I could… I could come see them but it might be a while before--”

“When are you finished work?” he asked bluntly.

“Four but I… maybe another day.”

“I don’t mean to be pushy but I did have something else to speak with you about,” he said, “a commission, like I mentioned.”

“Oh?”

“I kinda wanna get it started sooner than later, it will probably be pretty time-consuming,” he explained and you heard a clink and a soft sip, “I don’t wanna get into details on the phone but I promise, you will be compensated nicely.”

“You can’t wait until tomorrow?” you wondered.

“I suppose I can but it’d have to be during the day,” he responded, “why don’t you take some time to figure it out and get back to me by two? You can text me through this number.”

“Erm, sure,” you said uneasily, “I’m sorry, it’s just… very sudden, I don’t--”

“You can bring the boyfriend,” he said casually, “if you like.”

“He won’t be… home,” you said carefully, “I’ll let you know. Thank you.”

“I look forward to hearing from you,” he replied, “have a good day.”

“You, too,” you said and the line died.

You put your phone down and took a moment. Good things rarely happened to you. You struggled so long it was hard to think that might change. The skeptic in you told you there was something behind it all. That it couldn’t possibly be your art.

You went back to your computer and sighed as you waved away the screensaver with your mouse. The blinking cursor made you want to believe it was your big break.

🎨

You texted Clark at one and at four, you were in an Uber. Marcus drove his car to work and you stuck to buses and the underground when you could. The address was at least an hour out, the house among those estates on the edge of the city reserved for the upper echelon. You’d only ever seen the sprawling yards on your way to the next town.

When the car finally turned up the drive and you passed beyond a low brick wall, you felt entirely out of your depth. You tipped the Uber but didn’t feel too bad with the check from Vanessa sitting soundly in your account. You clutched the strap of your bag and walked along the curve of the brick work towards the stairs.

“Hey,” you stopped as Clark called to you, your ankle still tender from the night before.

You glanced over as he came out of the large garage and peeled off a pair of leather gloves. He smiled as he tucked them into his jacket pocket. You watched him and played with the clasp on your bag.

“Just got back from a drive,” he said, “I almost got carried away. I’m glad you made it.”

“Yeah, no problem,” you replied.

“Well, come on, let me show you around,” he waved behind you towards the front doors, “we’ll go on a tour and then we can talk details.”

“Wow,” you uttered mindlessly as you climbed the stairs to the door but kept the weight on your uninjured ankle, “this place is huge.”

“My contractor went a little crazy,” he scoffed, “but I can’t complain.”

He led you through the doors and directed you to the left. In the front room, your work was hung along the opposite wall, arranged in a way that drew the eye to them. You stepped closer and peered up at your work with a hint of awe. They looked even better in a place like that.

“I had my interior designer make the final call on where to hang them,” he explained, “I hope you don’t mind, I gave her your details. She said she had clients who might be interested in your work.”

“Really?” you breathed, “that’s… too nice.”

“Oh yeah? One day, you’ll be sick of rich pricks like me,” he grinned, “I’ll show you the pool, that’s usually the main attraction.”

“Sounds good,” you said as you followed but he paused and watched your stunted gait.

“I forgot, we can go slow,” he offered, “how’s the ankle?”

“I’ll make do,” you affirmed as you neared him, “just need to get my steps in.”

🎨

As you finished the tour of the second floor, you slowed along the long hall and admired the work of artists you only ever saw in museums. You couldn’t help but be enamoured by the historic blots of paint. You almost forgot where you were as you leaned in to read the initials beneath the pastel flowers.

“So,” Clark’s voice brought you back, you almost blanked him out entirely in your mind, “I think you might have noticed the empty space above the fireplace in the front room. I was hoping you could fill it.”

“Oh?” you looked at him and smiled nervously, “did you have something in mind? A landscape or--”

“Well, your portraits are great. I like the old world style. I was hoping you might do one of… me,” he suggested, “I know, it’s vain but why not?”

“I mean, yeah, I could do that,” you said.

“I’ll pay hourly plus materials,” he continued, “three hundred an hour.”

You almost choked at the number. You blinked and swallowed through your surprise.

“Even a small portrait would take at least twelve hours,” you warned, “are you sure?”

“I know it’s a lot of time for you, so… I was thinking, if you have to miss work, I’ll factor it into your rate. I would really like to get the project started as soon as we can,” he put his hand on his hip as he looked down at you, “the only thing I need from you is a list of materials. I’ll have them waiting for you here.”

“Here?”

“Well, yeah, I figure it makes most sense,” he turned his palm out.

“Hmm, sure, I prefer my own brushes but… you know I can just buy the stuff myself--”

“Ah, no, I want it to be perfect. You send me a list and I’ll have my assistant go out and get it all ready,” he assured, “How does Sunday sound?”

“Sunday?” you blanched. That was two days away.

“Like I said, Marcus is more than welcome to come with you,” he offered, “I’d hate to keep you from him too long.”

“I guess Sunday works,” you squeaked, “I’ll talk to Marcus.”

“Great,” he said coolly, “well, that’s business. How about a drink to seal the deal?”

“I don’t know, I should probably get back,” you fiddled with your bag against your hip.

“One drink won’t hurt,” he said, “go on, call the boyfriend and let him know you won’t be much longer.”

“I… thanks,” you murmured.

“You’re humble for an artist,” he joked as he sidled by you, “once you grow an ego, you’ll be unstoppable.” He neared the stairs as you turned to watch him, “I’ll be at the bar, waiting. You like gin?”

“Sure,” you answered as you pulled out your phone, “I’ll see you down there.”

🎨

When you told Marcus about your new side gig, he was even more excited than you. You were anxious and slightly hesitant. You hated to jump in feet first and risk losing more than a few tubes of paint. What if the work wasn’t good enough?

Marcus was more than willing to come with you when you told him about the size of the place. He knew by the area that it was extravagant. You sat in the passenger seat with the most expensive bottle of wine you’d ever bought cradled between your legs. You hated to show up empty handed after all of Clark’s generosity.

Marcus got lost and went down the wrong driveway before you righted your course. As you drove up, you were once more overcome from the rich rosebuds and sparkling fountain at the centre of the mosaic. You gripped the neck of the bottle and got out as Marcus whistled in awe.

“You weren’t kidding. This place is fucking nuts,” he swore, “I should’ve worn the tux from my brother’s wedding.”

“Please, Marcus,” you rolled your eyes, “let’s both try not to break anything.”

“You’re the clumsy one,” he chirped, “shit, you’re so lucky. You get to hang out here and paint all day? God, I wish I had an ounce of artistic talent. I’d trade it for code in a minute.”

You climbed the steps and clanged the large knocker on the right door. You waited a moment before an answer came and Clark appeared on the other side and beckoned you inside. He smiled as he shook Marcus’ hand.

“Thanks for joining us,” he said, “I would’ve felt awful stealing your girlfriend on the weekend like this.”

“Are you kidding me? She said you had a pool and I snuck the swim shorts into the backseat,” Marcus chuckled and you nudged him with your elbow.

“See?” Clark arched a brow, “the pool is always the seller.”

“Here,” you said as you held out the bottle of red, “for everything you’ve done and welcoming us into your home.”

“Ohhh,” he took the bottle and looked over the label, “I got a spot for this right behind the bar. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, I brought my brushes,” you patted the canvas bag on your shoulder.

“Mmm, yeah, well, I’ll just put this away and we’ll give Marcus the grand tour. Then I’ll get you situated,” he assured and rushed off.

He returned and pointed Marcus through to the front room, “you’ll see, just over here,” he directed him to your paintings.

“Oh, wow, babe,” Marcus marveled at the hung portraits, “you really did it.”

You smiled bashfully and Clark peeked over at you and winked. You squirmed as your cheeks burned and you turned away as he beckoned Marcus past the mantle.

“It’s a big place,” Clark said, “I’d like to get you started before noon.”

Clark led you along the same path as days before and slowed as you came back to the top of the stairs. He turned back and clapped his hands together.

“Marcus, if you wanna hop in the pool, we’re gonna start just in there,” he pointed to the one door you hadn’t looked through, “that’s the studio.”

“What about you?” Marcus asked.

“Well, I’ll be a part of the process so I’m afraid I will be just as busy but if you need anything, Nina, she has a crooked nose and mean mouth but don’t let her fool you, she’ll get you whatever you need,” he said, “just don’t track in water from the pool or she’ll string you up.”

“Oh, well, that doesn’t sound too bad. Some alone time in the sun and a pool,” Marcus grinned, “I really couldn’t ask for anything else… except you, babe.”

“Sure,” you scoffed, “go, have fun.”

Marcus kissed you quickly and thanked Clark again before he excitedly barreled down the steps. You scratched your neck as you looked back to your host, and you guessed, your new boss.

“I’m sorry about him. He can be such a kid sometimes,” you said.

“Nah, it’s fine,” he waved it off, “so, you ready to see your workspace? I kinda wanted it to be a surprise. Also, a bit last minute so it’s not perfect… yet.”

“Uh, yeah,” you answered, “can’t wait.”

He motioned you over to the tall dusty rose doors and hooked his fingers in the slotted handles. He slid them open and revealed an airy room with a tall ceiling and long windows. An easel stood facing the sun streaked glass, an immense canvas bigger than yourself, bigger than him, propped up on it. There was a ladder nearby and the table was set with a rainbow of paints and a large pallet.

Your lips parted as you neared the easel and stared up at the canvas, “you were right, it’s gonna be a lot of work.”

“I hope it’s not too much,” he said, “but you name your price. We’ll make it work.”

“No, no, I think for what you’re paying, I’ll do just fine,” you put your bag down daintily on the table, “so, uh, a portrait, I guess that means…”

Your voice trailed off as he went to the upholstered chair across the room, at an angle so you could see him from your vantage. Behind it, hung a velvet curtain to add to the scene and a bust on a pedestal. It felt surreal, like a dream.

You turned and pulled out the brushes, “I think you’ll get more tired than me, just sitting there.”

“I’ll make it through,” he assured as he sat, “is there anyway you’d like me to sit? Chin up, or…”

“Hmmm,” you turned to look at him, “I think… if you just put your shoulders back and… did you want a profile or--”

“I was thinking front-facing,” he stared at you steadily, unflinching as his eyes stuck to you, “just like this.”

“Perfect,” you said nervously and looked back to the table. 

There was water to rinse your brushes, rags, pencils, blending sticks; everything you needed and more. You took a pencil from the bunch and pulled over the ladder. You climbed up and looked over at Clark as he sat stoic and still. He looked picturesque in real life, you expected paint would only lend to his figure.

His eyes met yours and you turned to start tracing the basic shapes onto the canvas. You had to stop and steady your hand as you did. His gaze made it hard not to tremble.

#clark kent #dark clark kent #dark!clark kent #clark kent x reader #dark fic #fic #dark!fic #series #portrait of a dangerous man #dc #dcu #au #mob au #mob!au #superman

[crispin-kreme]

Hi! Can I request Dorm leaders with a GN!reader who just suddenly caress their face and goes "My love, oh aren't you a blessing in my life? A fate's gift? What did I ever do to deserve you? To deserve such wonderful gift?" I wanna see their reaction to them saying this all of a sudden while caressing their face 😅

twst dorm leaders reacting to you saying romantic stuff bcs i dont know how to title this already-

pairings: dorm leaders x gn! reader

warnings: grammatical errors

notes: longest title ive ever made bcs srsly i didnt know how to title this 😭 but i hope you enjoy this <33 also making this in a scenario type bcs its cool and i enjoyed brainrotting to this 🕺

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

you were walking through the garden with riddle. he suggested to take himself and you out to a walk for him to calm down. riddle was ranting and telling stories to you while you listen. you suddenly stopped at your tracks and pulled riddle closer to you. you cupped his face saying “my love, oh aren’t you a blessing in my life? a fate’s gift? what did i do to deserve you? to deserve such a wonderful gift?” riddle blushed at your words “i- why are you saying this?” he asks. you chuckled as you give him a soft gentle kiss on his lips “because i love you.” you replied.

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

leona’s nap was disrupted when you were playing with his tail and ears. it tickled him now you’re being tickled by leona. “leona, stop! it hurts!” you laughed loudly as leona tickled you. you were now beneath him “that’s what you get, herbivore.” he says. you smiled and reached for his face and caressed his scarred face “my love, oh aren’t you a blessing in my life? a fate’s gift? what did i do to deserve you? to deserve such a wonderful gift?” you tell him with a chuckle. leona raised an eyebrow at you as he laid down beside you “are you fooling me right now?” he asks. you kissed his lips “no, love. i would never do that.” you smiled

AZUL ASHENGROTTO

azul was busy with his school work and business. signing contracts here and there, and trying to keep up with some tasks from school. while he was doing that you brought his face to face your gaze and cupped his face. “what are you doing? i’m in the middle of something.” azul asks “nothing. you really haven’t been noticing me.” you said. “my love, oh aren’t you a blessing in my life? a fate’s gift? what did i do to deserve you? to deserve such a wonderful gift?” you added. azul placed his pen down “are you saying this out of pity-” azul blurts out “out of pity?” you questioned as you let go of his face. you kissed his lips “i said that genuinely. i love you.” you tell him.

KALIM AL ASIM

it came to kalim that you couldn’t sleep. well, you were wiggling around under the sheets making kalim wake up. he didn’t bother to throw his hands around you for a cuddle. “is this better?” he asks “yes.” you simply replied with a smile. you brought yourself to cup his face and caress it carefully “my love, oh aren’t you a blessing in my life? a fate’s gift? what did i do to deserve you? to deserve such a wonderful gift?” you spoke softly. kalim smiles at your statement “go to sleep, y/n.” he tells you in reply and plants a kiss on your forehead.

VIL SCHOENHEIT

vil was pretty much tired from school and he just got back from training epel. he was casually laying beside your sitting figure. you suddenly cupped and caressed his face. “what are you doing?” vil asks “my love, oh aren’t you a blessing in my life? a fate’s gift? what did i do to deserve you? to deserve such a wonderful gift?” you say to him. vil smirked “why are you telling me this all of a sudden? is there something you want?” he asks. “no… just wanted to tell you.” you replied with a giggle. he pulls you gently by the nape as you were still cupping his face and gave you a gentle kiss onto your lips.

IDIA SHROUD

you were both watching an anime you both loved. your head was rested on idia’s schoulder. he didn’t really mind since he was comfortable with you already. suddenly, you caressed his cheeks “my love, oh aren’t you a blessing in my life? a fate’s gift? what did i do to deserve you? to deserve such a wonderful gift?” you tell him. idia suddenly blushed “wh-what? what are you saying?!” he suddenly raised his voice a bit. you chuckled and gave him a kiss on his cheek. idia tried to avoid your gaze since he was blushing too hard. “just wanted to tell you that i love you.” you said.

MALLEUS DRACONIA

it was the time for your daily night walks. the fae’s hands were intertwined in yours. malleus was looking at the moon. you bring his face to your gaze and cupped it “my love, oh aren’t you a blessing in my life? a fate’s gift? what did i do to deserve you? to deserve such a wonderful gift?” you blurted out. malleus turned flustered but he broke ot a smile. “why are you talking like that all of a sudden?” he asks. he holds your warm hands that were on his face “maybe it was fate.” he added.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland x reader #twst imagines #twst x reader #twst scenarios #twst headcanons #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #kalim al asim #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #malleus draconia

[sunflowerdarlingx]

would u write a bill weasley 18+ where the reader lets bill “use” them at the full moon ?

“Innocent angel”

Hi <3 I hope this is okay! 

Female Reader 

Warnings: fingering, oral (female and male recieving), unprotected sex, mention of male masturbation.

Minors DNI

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The time leading up to each full moon was always different for Bill. He was still getting used to the incredibly difficult change that occurred and, unlike Remus, he still had a lot to experience. 

The full moon was in two days, Bill and Y/N were currently making their way into the order headquarters. Bill hadn’t been able to keep his hands off Y/N, from simply holding her hand, to passionate lust filled kisses but he never went any further. This confused Y/N because the two weren’t strangers to sex, especially during the full moon. Usually Bill loved nothing more than filling her with his cum, but now the second things got too heated he would stop and excuse himself. 

Usually the 5 days leading up to the full moon would be spent locked away together. Bill would get quite possessive in those five days and would keep Y/N close and remind her who she belonged to. 

Y/N went over to speak to Tonks and Remus but Bill pulled her back, “Where do you think you’re going?” he said lowly in her ear. 

“Just going to say hi, ask how Remus is with the full moon coming up” she smiled sweetly at Bill, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. 

“No.” his blunt tone shocked Y/N as he pulled her to sit on his lap on one of the kitchen chairs. 

“What do you mean no?” she shifted in the seat slightly, her arse grinding over his clothes cock briefly.

“I mean no. You’ll sit here with me and then we will go home. Your scent alone is driving me mad already baby, don’t need the stenches of other people on you.” Bill's arms wrapped around Y/N’s waist anchoring her to his lap. 

As the meeting went on Y/N kept shifting her hips so she could look at each order member as they spoke. “Watch it” he hissed in her ear as Mad-eye spoke, Y/N looked at him confused before Bill pressed her hips back slightly, the feeling of his hard cock pressed against her arse. 

Her innocent eyes looked back at him, “sorry” she whispered before turning back around. She continued listening, this time only turning her head rather than her whole upper body. 

After the meeting ended, Molly served some dinner for everyone. Y/N was still sitting on Bill’s lap, “Y/N dear sit beside Fred, you can’t be comfortable” Molly’s voice rang throughout the small kitchen. 

Y/N went to stand up but Bill gave her waist a tight squeeze. “I’m okay Molly, thank you though”, Mrs Weasley shrugged her shoulders and went back to her conversation with Arthur. 

Y/N shifted her hips slightly, starting to feel uncomfortable with the way Bill's knee dug into hers. “You’re playing a dangerous game angel” his lips were close to her ear as he pushed her hair over to one side, “careful” he placed an innocent kiss to her neck. 

“What if I don’t want to be careful?”, she turned in his lap so both of her legs dangled over the side of his thigh. She watched him carefully as his eyes darkened slightly and a smirk painted his features. 

“Time for us to get going” he announced, tearing his eyes away from his girlfriend to say thanks and goodbye to everyone. He kept his hand on her lower back as they walked out of the house and down the street to the alleyway where they could apparate back to their home. 

The second their feet landed in their shared home, Bill had Y/N pressed against the wall of their living room while his lips worked feverishly against hers. Y/N’s hands wrapped in his hair, tugging slightly at the hair on the nape of his neck. Bill wrapped one of her legs around his waist and tapped her arse lightly, making her jump up so he could lift her against the wall.

Y/N’s hips rolled against his as muffled moans escaped her mouth into their kiss, the feeling of her against him was driving Bill mad. His hands gripped her arse tightly, he moved to sit on the couch. Y/N’s hips rolled against his, her lips moving to kiss down his neck, Bill's hand came down on her arse “such a tease during the meeting”. A little yelp left Y/N’s lips at the contact before she moved her lips back to his. 

This time Bill barely kissed back, his hands moved from her arse to her waist and moved her to sit beside him. Y/N’s eyes went wide as she looked over at Bill, his hair was a mess, lips red and he had this hazy look in his eyes that made Y/N’s panties dampen even more. “What are you doing?” she questioned, trying to pull him close again. 

“N..nothing, just forgot I have some stuff to do, I’ll start dinner in a bit”, he kissed her forehead quickly before making his way upstairs. 

Y/N sat confused and a little hurt by his actions. She was needy and confused. Her mind started to wander and the thought of Bill not fancying her in that way filled her head. Her insecurities took over every thought she had, a small tear rolled down her cheek but her sadness was soon replaced by anger. 

How dare he do this to her. How dare he tease her and act like he wants her, only to drop her. 

She stood up, storming up the stairs, ready to confront her fiance about his actions. She got to the top of the stairs and stopped dead in her tracks. She stood outside their door and could hear Bill moaning and grunting to himself. 

Her heart dropped, the thought of Bill excusing himself to go and sort himself out whilst thinking of another girl made her feel sick. 

So he had found someone better. 

“Y/N...fuck” 

Her ears perked up at the sound of her name. 

“Shit...baby feels so good”

Y/N pushed their door open slightly, Bill had his back to her, his hand pumping his cock while he moaned and groaned her name. 

“So what? Fucking your hand is better than fucking your own girlfriend!” she shouted a lot louder than she intended to. Bill jumped slightly at the sound, making quick work of putting his cock back in his pants. 

“Fuck Y/N, it’s not like that, I promise” he quickly moved over to her and tried to pull her in for a hug. 

“No Bill, what the fuck was that? All you do now is start something up between us and then fuck off! Constant teasing and touches but nothing more! Is that what you've been doing the last few nights? Leaving me to go and wank?”

He nodded his head and looked at the floor, “why would you do that Bill? D..do you not enjoy having sex with me anymore?” her voice was a lot lower now as she looked at him, desperate to understand the situation. 

“The full moon is close, day after tomorrow” his statement made Y/N scoff. 

“Yeah no shit sherlock, but what’s that got to do with it? Normally you can’t get enough of me, especially at the full moon but now it’s like the thought of sex repulses you!” 

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he mumbled. 

“Hurt me? When have you ever hurt me during sex?” she walked over to him and made him look at her. 

“Full moon is different. You’re too innocent, my little angel, don’t wanna hurt you. All I can think about is fucking you, ruining you, wrecking that tight littl cunt with my cock. You yelped at the feeling of me smacking your arse, if I had my way, I’d go even harder”. 

A laugh left the girls mouth, “you're joking right?”.

Bill looked at her and shook his head, “I don’t want to hurt you”.

“Bill, just because I let out a little yelp doesn’t mean it hurt, i just got a surprise, trust me you’d know if you hurt me” she took his hand in hers and led him to the bed, “we have a safe word and signal for a reason”. 

She pushed him down onto the bed straddled his waist again, “just want to make you feel good” she started to kiss his neck, sucking the spot below his ear, earning a low groan. “‘M all yours” she kissed up his jaw “Do whatever you want to me” her lips met his in a short kiss “I trust you Bill”. 

Bill wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her in for a messy passionate kiss, “promise you’ll tell me to stop if it gets too much?” he mumbled into their kiss before pulling back to take her shirt off. 

“Promise” her hands went behind her to take off her bra and Bill slid his shirt over his head. He turned them over so she lay on the bed, his lips went straight to her neck, sucking and nipping at her skin until it was decorated with purple little splotches. 

His lips latched on to suck at her nipples, his tongue teasing while his hand rolled the other between his fingertips. “Mhmm Bill” Y/Ns hands ran through his hair, chest arching slightly at the contact. He peppered kisses down her stomach and stopped above the waistband of her leggings. He ripped them off along with her underwear, “fuck baby, look so pretty for me”. 

He licked from her slit to her clit, mouth latching on to the small bundle of nerves, sucking it while his fingers teased her entrance. Loud moans filled the room as Y/n’s hips bucked, her hands tangled in Bill’s hair to pull him closer. He slipped two fingers into her dripping cunt, curling them slightly, as his other hand came to her waist to hold her against the mattress. 

“Fuck Bill, ‘m close” she whined, her walls clenched around his fingers as they worked faster inside her, “Cum” he demanded. The coil inside Y/N snapped and she came over his fingers, Bill lapped at her pussy, cleaning up every drop before inserting his fingers in her again. 

“Ah...shit Bill” her eyes rolled back, the feeling of his fingers in her cunt being a bit too much but pleasure soon took over and her second orgasm hit her like lightning, her whole body shaking as the waves of pleasure pulsated through her body. 

Bill still made no effort to move away from her, this time his tongue made its way to her entrance, tongue driving in and out like his life depended on it. Y/Ns hands tried to push his head away but he grabbed both of her hands and held them against her waist. He looked up at her through hooded eyelids, all he wanted to do was taste her, her head was thrown back against their pillows, mouth open while pleading moans to cum left her mouth. His thumb came to rub her clit and she felt as though her body was on fire, her juices squirting against him, a smirk grew on his face as he pulled back to watch her walls clench around air. 

“Such a good girl” he cooed before standing up. Y/Ns chest heaved as she calmed down, her legs feeling numb from her three orgasms. His hands wrapped around her ankles and pulled her to the end of the bed, “on your knees”. 

He pulled down his trousers and watched as Y/N lowered onto the floor, a small whimper leaving her mouth at the feeling in her legs. “Open up angel” he wrapped his hands around her hair and yanked her head back, she parted her lips and placed her hands on his thighs. 

Bill guided his tip into her mouth, starting to thrust his hips forward so it reached the back of her throat. Y/N gagged slightly but pulled Bill towards her as encouragement to keep going. His hips bucked as he started to fuck her mouth, his cock disappearing between her pretty lips. Her eyes watered while spit coated her chin and cheeks. “Take my cock so fucking good” Bill groweled while he held his cock deep in her mouth. Her nose rested at the base, tears streamed down her face while her fingers gripped onto her thighs. 

Bill pulled his hips back, giving her a moment to catch her breath before thrusting his cock back in. Her jaw went slack as Bill took full control of her mouth. “Gonna cum angel” his warning was short as his cum coated her throat. She swallowed it all, eyes looking up at him through her lashes. The look had his cock solid again in a heartbeat. 

He lifted her back onto the bed and flipped her onto her stomach, his cock was still coated in her saliva, he ran the tip up her slit before thrusting inside her.

His hands came to her waist, holding her up while he set an animalistic pace. She could feel the bruises forming in the moment, his tight grip felt incredible. She screamed his name while her hands gripped the sheets, “feels so good” she whined. Her body jolted with each thrust, the speed and depth of his thrusts bringing her closer to her high. He could feel her tight cunt pulsate around him. 

“Gonna cum for me again angel? All over my cock” 

“Fuck yes” she screamed, cumming again for the fourth time. Her body went limp, unable to provide herself with any support. His hips slowed but needy begs for more left her mouth. 

“Such a needy thing” he smirked, pulling her body to his while he fucked her. Bill felt himself getting close, Y/N was quick to reach her high again, her pussy sensitive from her prior orgasms. His thumb rubbed lazily on her clit. Tears streamed down her face from the pleasure, her body shaking against him as she came, Bills cum filling her up.

He lay her gently on the bed, quickly casting a cleaning charm. He lay in bed beside her and pulled her close, “was that okay?” his hand combed through her hair. 

“You’ve been holding back on me Mr Weasley” she teased “I think that was the best sex I’ve ever had”. A small laugh escaped his lips as he placed a loving kiss to her forehead. 

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#bill weasley imagine #bill weasley x reader #bill weasley smut

[mara-xx217]

Since you did the valentine outfit for survivors , can you do them for killers ? It’s valentine and reader is their blind date and it’s sparks flying on first encounter.

It's a few days after Valentine's Day, but who's keeping track XD

I hope you enjoy~

Danny Johnson/Ghostface

You were going to be nothing more than just another random match on a dating site. Maybe he'd keep you around for a few months, keep up that charming guy act that can never quite find the right one act and then kill you when he got too bored of you. The usual stuff.

Dressed not too formally, not to casually, in a nice enough place that still looks like he's not trying too hard, when you walked in, you were right on time.

Danny already knows pretty much everything there is to know about you: what you looked like, your interests, hobbies, likes, dislikes, allergies, ex boyfriends; you know, the normal stuff. He knew you were cute, but it's always exciting to see a fresh catch face to face for the first time, especially when it's them that thinks they're the ones that got lucky.

Quite pleasantries were exchanged. Not too stiff, not too welcoming or clingy. Your reactions are carefully monitored. You are too easy to please. And too cute for your own good...

The date goes flawlessly. There will be a second date, and Danny is sure that he can get you to move in before the month is over. Hmm... if you remain so docile and obedient, he might just have to keep you around even longer...

Bubba Sawyer

It isn't an actual blind date, but since neither of you have ever really been on one, you decided to "play pretend". And the twins insisted on being the "waiters", much to your chagrin.

Bubba couldn't stop giggling and being all flustered, and the more he laughed, the more the twins laughed, and the more they laughed, you started to crack up, too.

Drayton was pissed that everyone was "being fucking stupid and lazy", but he also didn't try to stop the four of you. He would never admit it, but seeing his younger brothers happy did make him happy, and hell, what's one day of everyone fucking around. But only one, damn it!

You and Bubba danced a little to whatever was on the radio.

Choptop and Nubbins kept being obnoxious, but really, they were excited to see Bubba so ecstatic and grossly in love with someone that also loves him that much.

Ya'll are too cute. Get a room already!

Pyramid Head

You didn't know what day it was in Silent Hill, but recently, you had started to celebrate random holidays with the big guy after you realized: he's never experienced love, affection, or joy in any capacity.

He couldn't care less, but it makes you happy, so he'll indulge you as long as you don't hurt yourself.

"Valentine's Day? Love? Choco- what? Blind date?" That's a lot of words and phrases he doesn't know, but he just rolls with it. Sit here? Okay... Pretend he doesn't know you? Why? He doesn't want to do that... No, don't give him that look- Ugh, fine...

You sit down across from him and start "pretending" that this is your first "date" with him. ...whatever that's supposed to be. You're flustered and giddy, and seem like you're having fun, so he guesses he can deal with all this weirdness.

He likes seeing you this way. You're cute when you smile and laugh, and he can see it bubbling up from the depths of your soul. It makes him feel all warm and weird, and maybe doing all this "holiday" nonsense isn't too bad after all...

@prettycutebunny @gore-loving-whore @kennbb @cherrysodalite @dead-bxtch-walking @space-arsonist

#dead by daylight #dbd #dbd ghostface #bubba sawyer #pyramid head #ask response #happy vday? #lol