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that-writing-raccoon · 10 months

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MEET CHAOTIC PROMPTS

Alright, kids, listen up.

We’re all suckers for a good meet-cute. Don’t even try to lie to me. Like, yeah, they’re cliché, but, if done well, it can be really cute, hence the name.

Meet-uglies on the other hand can be super funny, and they almost always lead to enemies-to-lovers or rivals-to-lovers, even if just for a hot second. They’re great, too.

But here’s the thing:

I want more meet-chaotics. Not meet-cutes, not meet-uglies, meet-chaotics.

What do I mean by this?

Well, you know how crazy life can be sometimes? How wack shit happens, it makes a good story to tell your friends, and it makes you low-key question reality for a second? Yeah. Meet-chaotics are like that. How you met is just so weird and chaotic that it was a bonding experience.

Here are some prompts/concepts so you understand what I’m getting at:

“Normal”/Humor:

“I’m an uber driver dropping off my last customer, and you and your friends(?) just jumped into my backseat right as they got out and yelled a variety of ‘DRIVE! FUCKING DRIVE!’ and ‘FLOOR IT!’ There are flashing lights behind me, but I panicked and stepped on the gas, and now you’re trying to assure me that it’s not what it looks like, but I’m too busy worrying that I’m a wanted criminal now.”

Bonus points for found family and/or polyamory!

“I’ve had a really bad day, and it started to rain, so, because I’m dramatic, I blasted my ‘*insert playlist name here*’ and lied down on my sidewalk/lawn/driveway facing the sky, and you just drove by, backed up, and ran out to join me as ‘Chasing Cars’ by Snow Patrol was playing. I have never met you before, but I’m pretty sure we’ve bonded and might be soulmates.” (Yes, I got this idea from a TikTok. What of it?).

“I was walking my dog at the park when he got off his leash, and now I’m running after him through the park calling his name and yelling to ‘GET THAT DOG!’ You’re having a barbecue/family reunion/birthday party, and my dog sprints towards you, knocks someone over, and begins eating your food. You see me sprinting towards you and trying to catch my dog, but he’s faster, so now we’re both chasing my dog, and I may or may not be swearing words that’d make a sailor blush. Eventually, one of us or a random stranger catches him, and we finally stop, and, hey, sorry about that, but, wazow! You’re pretty cute.”

Bonus points for anyone vaulting over a table or something.

“We’re on our way to class, and I just witnessed you run past me down the stairs holding a bunch of books, trip, roll down two flights, and roll to your feet and keep running like nothing happened. And, like, we didn’t talk, and I don’t think you noticed me, but now I can’t help thinking of you. Like, that was impressive, but are you okay?”

“We’re at a house party, and it’s gotten pretty wild. Music is blasting from the speakers, people are dancing on tables, stuff is breaking, etc. Suddenly, the music shuts off, and someone yells, “POLICE!” and everyone s c a t t e r s. It’s pure chaos. I trip while running outside and curl up in a ball to not get trampled, but then a hand reaches down and pulls me up, it’s you, and we run off together still holding hands. Who are you, again?”

Bonus points if this goes back to the uber driver prompt.

Bonus bonus points if this couple is coming from the same place as the folks from the first prompt, so it’s same universe, but they’re completely different people having their own meet-chaotics running from the police ‘cause they were at the same party.

Could be any illegal/big crowd scenario. A concert, a protest, etc.

Sci-Fi:

“We live in a world where superheroes exist. One day, I’m minding my own business in my own apartment when you, *insert superhero name here,* crash through my wall while I’m just lounging on the couch, mug of coffee/preferred drink to my lips, feet up on my coffee table, and laptop open on my lap. We stare at each other. You get up, apologize, and fly off through the hole in the wall. Little do I know, you feel bad about the whole thing and decide to try making it up to me, except every thing you try just descends us more and more into chaos.”

Bonus points if this ends up being enemies to lovers, seeing as the protagonist, Character A, would probably be hella bitter about not having the specific superhero insurance needed to fix their wall.

Bonus bonus points if Superhero has to save A from x during one of their attempts to fix the situation.

“It’s the zombie apocalypse. I’ve set up camp in a (mostly) abandoned town, scavenging to survive. One day, there’s an unusual amount of zombies in the road. Panicked, I start to climb something. When I’m about halfway up, I hear a weird noise, and look down just in time to see you and your friend whizzing by on a shopping cart down the incline- you in the basket and your friend riding on the back. You’re screaming/yelling and swinging a bat around. The zombies are too slow and uncoordinated to catch up with you. At the last second, you look up at me and we make eye-contact mid-me making at wtf face. It’s such a stupid strategy that I’m low key in love.”

“It’s an alien invasion. We’re all running and screaming for our lives. Suddenly, there’s a spot light, and you start being pulled up into a ship. You panic and grab something. For some unknown, ungodly reason, I try to help you. It goes as well as it sounds. Cue us both getting beamed up while holding on to each other for dear life.”

“We’re on a spaceship. There are so many people on board that it’s impossible to truly know or recognize anyone. I’m working or reading or what have you, when I so happened to glance up at my porthole/window, just in time to see you, who’d been fixing something on the outside of the ship, floating away and doing some space gymnastics with your lead and etc., and swimming, to get back to the ship. I do what anyone responsible would do and sprint off to the docks to get you back safe inside.”

Bonus if Floating Person is just doing the absolute most ridiculous things to make it back.

I have more, but I feel like this post is long enough. But yeah. Something something meeting someone in the most chaotic, stupid, and unhinged way gets to me. Like, we’ve all have shared moments with a stranger because we both witnessed something or been involved in something dumb or crazy. And usually it’s like, eye-contact or brief, awkward commentary, then at the end of the day you go home and it’s just a funny story that only you guys experienced. Something about it just speaks to me.

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makingfanfictionstosleep · 6 months

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My First But Not My Last.

Pairing : Gojo x Femreader, Geto x Femreader

Setting : Started from Pre-Cult Suguru Geto // Modified that Kenjaku will not totally take over Geto's subconscious later on // Girl bff Shoko, Mei Mei & Utahime, Strong sorcerer reader // Death, Murder Spree, Romance, Lemons

Rating : Mature || m i n o r s d o n o t i n t e r a c t

Part 1 : Love of my Life

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"Come on," you heard your boyfriend call you with his hand extended, waiting for you to grab it as he tapped his foot impatiently on the ground, "We got our room already & I am so beat up.

You sighed & flashed a shy smile as you took his overly large hand & allowed him to pull you as you trailed behind him, feeling tired from your mission.

"Yaga-sensei have done it this time," you complained, "He said it was an easy mission since we're both special grade sorcerers, but damn, even Satoru would have a difficult time to exorcise that. And it was even more difficult because you wanted that thing in your collection," you shuddered as you remembered Suguru turning the curse into a ball before swallowing it.

"But he got us a 5-star room so all is well," Suguru replied in his soft voice & you nodded in agreement as you both reached the door of your hotel room.

"Home sweet home," you said as you stepped into the room, as you felt Suguru's large arms wrap around your tiny waist, "Damn, Yaga-sensei had really done it this time," you said with a smile, feeling his nose nuzzle your neck.

"Suguru," you sighed, "I'm still icky. Can I at least take a bath first?"

"Can I join in?" he asked, his arms still around your waist, "Save water, shower together."

"I'd really want to shower alone this time," you plead, kissing his cheek, "Please?"

"Fine," he answered begrudgingly, letting you go reluctantly & you made your way to the shower.

15 minutes later, you stepped out, feeling fresh & happy that you have finally wahed the day off. You looked at your boyfriend, who was still sulking, giving him a kiss on the cheek, as he fought the smile forming on his lips. You found him adorable, like a big teddy bear.

You plopped yourself on the king size bed and burrowed under the sheets, turning the television on to watch news to kill time. There is still a mission that you & Geto have to finish but it requires investigation of some sort so maybe you can get some lead from the local news.

You sighed in contentment, enjoying the momentary peace & quiet that Jujutsu Sorcerers rarely experience due to the nature of the work. It's tiring, dangerous & very draining, money's worth it - sure, but sometimes you just want to run away & live a simple life. But then again, not everybody can see what you can see, do what you can do. You're not Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer seen after hundreds of years, but you're also not weak being one of the few crowned as Special Grade Sorcerer. An elite soldier if compared to the normal military.

You heard the water stop & Suguru stepped out of the bathroom, only in his towel. You turned the television off & admired him in all his glory, to which he noticed (of course) & gave you a smirk as he dried his hair with another towel.

"Like what you see?" his baritone sent shicers down your spine & you raised an eyebrow, returning a seductive grin at him, making him chuckle at your reaction.

"If you're talking about the view from here, then yes I do like it," you answered as he made his way to the bed, "Maybe I like it more up close," pulling the towel off his body to reveal his thick member, making you lick your lips when you wrapped your tiny fingers on it.

"Baby don't tease me," Suguru grunted in satisfaction when you licked his length & took him in your mouth, his hand automatically gathering your long hair out of your face, "Such a good girl, taking all of it."

You moaned as his grip on your hair tightened while you bob your head up & down, your hands taking what your mouth can't reach, sloppy & gagging sounds coming from your mouth & throat, aiming to please the handsome man in front of you.

"F-uuck," Suguru moaned, both of his hands now on both sides of your head as he thrusted his hip, fucking your tiny mouth, making you gag at his size.

He is huge.

But you love it.

His breathing was erratic & you knew he was close, seconds later he came in your mouth & you took it all, making him curse at the beautiful sight of you swallowing all of it, "That's my good girl," he half hissed, half moaned while you made sure to take every drop he can offer.

You wiped your lips & grinned as him, gulping in front of him which turned him on even more. You took a bottle of water beside your bed & not even a second later, Suguru was pulling you on his lap.

"That was quite a show," he cooed, kissing your neck while he tugged the robe down your shoulders. Suguru loved your ass, but he think he was lucky that you were blessed with bith tits & ass.

He took his time pleasuring you, sucking your hardened nubs, his other hand gripping your ass, while your fingers are tangled his locks. "Suguru," you moaned when his fingers reached your wet folds, "Please.." You begged as he kissed your mouth hungrily.

"My baby wants to be fucked so bad," he mumbked against your lips, "Look at how wet you are," making you moan against his lips when he pushed a finger inside of you, his thumb pushing your clit.

"Baby please," you begged as he pumped his fingers inside your core, "Please, please, please."

You heard him chuckle deeply as you begged him. He may not look like it, but he loves to torture you like this. He loves to make you beg, make you moan his name make you ask for him to do make his way with you until you're in tears, your beautiful lips spilling curses, his name, asking him to make you cum over & over again.

"You ready, baby girl?" Suguru asked as he teased your entrance with his tip, making you bite your lip in anticipation as you nodded your head, your hooded eyes staring directly at his.

He pushed your legs apart while he slowly pushed inside your wet entrance, groaning on how tight you are.

"So fucking good," he said breathily as he pushed his entire length inside while all of your thoughts were thrown out of the window.

He made you cum multiple times that night in different positions he could think of.

And you slept like a baby, not caring for anything else because the love of your life has his strong arms wrapped around your body.

A/N : Typed on my phone. Gradually proofreading typos. Please bear with me.

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skz-vivi · 17 days

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Now Playing . . . 🎬

Learn the alphabet with Vivi ꨄ

A is for : *talking to stay on bubble* and i can’t believe i forgot i live with 3 smelly ratty gym bros, oh yeah and hyune (context because she can say the most wildest things sometimes: she came home to rest and saw the mess 3racha made with their shoes)

B is for : *pointing at bang chan* beep beep beep person who needs sleep detected beep beep tackle him with pillows (real)

C is for : *comparing butts with han* can’t relate, my bum is the size of jupiter (she got rich problems)

D is for : *on live cooking with lee know* did you just say 127, puku puku pow po- … i couldn’t help myself im sorry (same tbf)

E is for : *trying to convince felix to play games together after sneaking into the cuties dorm at 12* esteemed companion shall we partake in a rendezvous of ludic engagement within the realm of digital entertainment (why is she fancy all of a sudden)

F is for : *dancing to whip nae nae* forget break your legs, i just broke my back (sometimes she acts like she fought in ww1)

G is for : *telling a joke* guys, what did the chicken say when it saw something amazing, daebak-bak-bak (i laughed more at the silence than the joke)

H is for : *playing games with seungmin* hey there buster, no more mr nice guy (and now she’s an american bully???)

I is for : * listening to asap by stayc with her headphones on but everyone else can hear it* i will ‘asap 내 반쪽 아니 완전 copy’ till the day i die (i think she likes asap)

J is for : *caught by talker insulting changbin after he died in a 2 player obby on roblox* just kidding. i would never call anyone a worthless flop of a human, im too hot for that (dayum girl (you are hot tho))

K is for : *greeting staff as she walks in the room* konichiwa my despacito burrito (miss worldwide fr)

L is for : *during an interview talking about her biggest pet peeves* losing should have never been invented because i do not take it very well (i sadly relate to this a lil too much)

M is for : *in an interview* my whole life has felt like a fever dream tbh (icl I burst out laughing)

N is for : *after getting a really packed schedule* news flash: im bombing the jyp building (not without me)

O is for : *game of hide and seek* opps at the end of my block (yungvivsta back at it again)

P is for : *during a game of dodgeball* please stop throwing the balls at my beautiful face (the way felix tried to aim harder)

Q is for : *out with hyunjin* questionable face you got on there but ok (context again: she went to the bathroom in a restaurant and then half her burger was gone)

R is for : *english school with skz* 77+33=100, stay with me now, because the government- (i don’t think they’re passing)

S is for : *trying on corsets* snyatched qween *throwing poses faster than lightning* (nothing but facts)

T is for : *seungmin launching a pillow at her head* that is not very slay queen, period bestie of you seungmin (what is up with her dictionary)

U is for : *boiling eggs…* umm, minho, yknow when you told me to boil eggs, i may have burnt the water… again (the only thing i have to say is how?)

V is for : *a seagull stole her chips she was eating* vile, disgusting, yucky seagulls are the disgrace of all birds that can fly, them absolute fatties (she was buggin for the rest of that skz-talker)

W is for : *randomly, out of the blue*why is life not getting funky anymore? (my exact question)

X is for : *on live* x-(7+95)=y“ please, abeg, go find changbin (she loves maths)

Y is for : *english school with skz pt.2* yes so the climax of the quintessential elements of the rainbow create the lyrical description of the factitous colours (like i said before, they’re all failing)

Z is for : *on skz-talker* zero amount of people called me sexy today… im sooo frickin pissed (not the white chicks reference)

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catbountry · 18 days

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Does anybody else remember Pandora? Not the box, or the fictional planet where James Cameron's blue alien cat people live where there's a literal mineral called "unobtanium" that can only be harvested from that particular planet. My man literally called that shit "unobtanium," fucking portmanteau of "unobtainable" and the "-ium" suffix for newer elements. No. That has absolutely nothing to do with anything else I'm writing beyond this point. This is a post about music.

This is a post about the customizable internet radio station Pandora. And also it's going to briefly cover ClickRadio, it's going to talk about my experiences with YouTube Music, Spotify, my own iPod and how I find and listen to music, and how it's a core part of my creative process and I put a bunch of music references in pretty much all of my creative work. None of it being musical, by the way. I can barely carry a tune and I can't play any instruments more complicated than a kazoo.

It also got really long and rambly, look, I'm high, I'm sorry. You've been warned.

It's 2001. I'm in high school. My life looks like this drawing I made a few weeks ago.

Music is a big part of my life. The internet was a lot slower. It would take several minutes to download an .mp3 file of a song that was only about three and a half minutes long, so I would listen to the radio a lot. But the thing about listening tuning into radio is that it's not the internet. You can't pick which song to listen to whenever you want. If you want that, your best bet is to own the songs you want on their physical CD releases, or risk exposing your mom's computer to a million viruses. But in order to skip a song, you have to press a physical button to skip a song. And of course, if you're listening to the radio where you can discover new songs, you can't skip the latest Limp Bizkit or Disturbed track with the vain hope that maybe they'll play "One-Armed Scissor" by At The Drive-In or "Go With the Flow" by Queens of the Stone Age, or any single off of Kid A. Everything you hated the most, hated more than Britney Spears or the Backstreet Boys, was all lumped together under the formless "alternative rock" label, which weirdly included hip-hop artists like Eminem, House of Pain, Beastie Boys, Cypress Hill, Gorillaz and Outkast; all stuff that I guess radio stations looked at and thought "yeah, this can appeal to white people."

You know I heard Dynamite Hack's version of "Boyz N The Hood" before I ever heard Eazy-E's? That should be a crime. That should be considered a human right's violation. Fuck you, Dynamite Hack for introducing the entire world to the concept of ironic hipster covers hip-hop songs which led to the fucking white people with ukeleles versions of Tupac songs. I am so glad that we, as a society, have all come together against these dynamite hacks and decided this was cringe and something that belongs in the past.

But this isn't an essay on awful YouTube music trends of the early 2010's, this is listening to music in the internet age in the early 2000's.

In 2001, ClickRadio launched. It was a desktop application that allowed you to listen to radio stations via the internet, but it had something real radio stations did not; if a song like, say, Dynamite Hack's cover of "Boys N The Hood" came on, you could click a thumbs down button and it would let out this cartoonishly loud "thud" and then that station would never play that song for you again. And if they played a song you really liked? You could click a thumb's up button and it would play that song more often.

I cannot understate how fucking mindblowing an idea this was in the early 2000's. Yes, ClickRadio would slow down your computer as the Neopets Flash games you would play gringing for Neopoints to get a Halloween brush for your Lupe that you named after a member of your favorite band. Anybody else do that?

No? Just me? Okay then.

ClickRadio would quickly get enshittificated, within only about a year or two being filled with more and more unskippable ads. I went back to just loading up MP3s in Winamp and playing music that way by the time I was in college, but it was a pain having to listen to whatever song I had physically on my hard drive, or a few years later, going to YouTube to see if somebody uploaded a crusty version of a NoMeansNo song with a Spanish-speaking DJ speaking in the opening bits of the video. Not ideal.

But then Pandora showed up.

I don't remember where I first heard about Pandora, but after Napster, there were a bunch of music start-ups hoping to be legitimate in the eyes of artists and record labels. Clickradio was just a radio station. But Pandora... was an experiment of The Algorithm.

You see, Pandora started what is known as the Music Genome Project, a way of organizing music into hundreds of different subgenres across five large umbrella genres; Pop/Rock, Hip Hop/Electronica, Jazz, World Music and Classical. What Pandora did was use this as a way to allow users to craft their own custom radio stations. And not only would it play the stuff you liked, but it would be tailored to a seed artist or song; you put in Nirvana, you get a lot of 90's alt rock radio faire, but then maybe it plays Mudhoney. Maybe it plays Sonic Youth. Maybe it plays Melvins, and you like it. And when you give a thumbs up, you hear more and more artists in similar subgenres. And let's say you've been looking into obscure or underground music for years before you start using Pandora, and suddenly you're introduced to artists you never would have come across more organically. And buddy, you'd bet my Pandora station was a fucking hodgepodge of hundreds of seeds, which allowed me to discover highly influential /mu/ core bands like Swans, Animal Collective and Neutral Milk Hotel, but also bands that are so obscure that their Spotify listens are in the lower four digits at maximum and maybe a couple tens of thousands of views on YouTube. So many songs I found through Pandora are from bands that I very rarely hear a lot of people talk about, but they've made songs that have just lived in my brain for decades.

And for a couple years, I'd be listening to Pandora radio while writing up new TF2 fanfiction to terrorize TF2chan with. Certain songs would come up so often because I specifically bookmarked them. I didn't really know a lot about shoegaze before Pandora, but now I own a physical copy of all three of Slowdive's albums, and you fucking bet "When the Sun Hits" was in heavy rotation while I was writing Respawn of the Dead.

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Yes, this was playing while I was writing out Respawn of the Dead, chapter by chapter. And so was "Beautiful Plateau" by Sonic Youth, "The Sound" by Swans, "Dead Flag Blues" by Godspeed You! Black Emperor and "End of the Line" by Murder By Death. And also this song by a band called The Clock Work Army, which split up and reformed into another band called Calico Horses, and I know this because I found this out while trying to track down a song that would play constantly on my Pandora station and it has, as of writing this sentence, 2,588 listens. And it might have more by the time you read this because I might just put it on loop because oh my god, I love this song so much, it hits so perfect for me, why don't more people know about this song?

It's not on YouTube, where I usually tend to listen to music, since I'll go through a rotation of songs that I call "work songs." I put on music while I write, and some songs are just so perfect that I can listen to them on loop with a very select number of songs that just never, ever get old for me. My neurons in my brain light up as though I was hearing it again for the first time.

Swans, Sigur Ros and The Dillinger Escape Plan are all artists who I found through Pandora that I've had the privilege to see live. By the time I was just discovering bands because I had a bunch of friends and mutuals with similar taste in music to mine, Pandora was slowly getting more and more ads. It was getting to the point where the free service would, if you were lucky, play only three or four songs before playing an ad. And when the length of those songs can span anywhere from less than three minutes for much of my beloved 80's and early 90's punk, to up to a half an hour for post-rock, noise, or ambient music. And the number of ads that played between songs had increased. What was just one every half an hour or so was now two to three for what could potentially be only after seven minutes of music. Pandora really doesn't like it if the music you like includes a lot of songs that are longer than an episode of The Simpsons.

I never hear anybody talk about Pandora anymore. Spotify is THE name in internet music streaming, and it favors listens of entire albums and other people's playlists. I don't like Spotify; sometimes I just want a specific song from a specific album. I could make a playlist of these "work songs," but I like when YouTube notices that I'm listening to music, and in the recommendeds, there's another song that I've listened to on repeat. Why yes, I would like you to play "Classical Homicide" by Dälek for me again. What's that? An hour loop of Deadmau5's "Professional Griefers" featuring Gerard Way? Yes please. I apologize for nothing. That dude's way better than Skrillex.

God, do you guys remember the Deadmau5/Skrillex shipping that was all over Tumblr in the early 2010's. I remember it. I remember it so hard. Everybody shipping them and the members of Daft Punk, posting Steam Powered Giraffe (blech) and Die Antwoord (lol) on my dashboard. In Die Antwoord's defense, they had some pretty funny music videos.

I got AdBlocker for YouTube, so the ads aren't a problem there. I mean, I could make a playlist for Spotify of my go-to songs, but I'd have to deal with ads. And there's something nice about YouTube's robots that sell my precious data to faceless corporations at least having the courtesy to be like "You look like you could use another stream of 'Anything (Viva!)' by Foetus. Or Scraping Foetus off the Wheel. Or... whatever, fuck it, it's J.G. Thirwell's band, okay? It's the guy that does the music for Venture Brothers."

Foetus was introduced to me through a friend but it was Pandora serving me up more of their music that made their albums "nail" and "Flow" ones that got the honor of Being Downloaded onto my iPod so I can Listen to This in my Car. I still use my iPod and even if there's albums that I haven't gone back to in years on there, I like having them there. I haven't listened to the soundtrack for Panty and Stocking in ages but having access to it so that I can FLY AWAY NOW, FLY AWAY NOW, FLY AWAAAYYYY on a long drive? I like having that option.

I still buy CDs so I can burn albums onto my iPod. My iPod doesn't have ads and switching between artists doesn't mean I have to flip through a CD binder. I also try to buy albums off of Bandcamp. Especially for smaller artists, or artists whose work I love enough to want to give them my money. I don't want to listen to ads. It throws off my workflow, shakes me out of the trance-like state that is pure, focused creativity. Whether it's working on comics or thinking about things I want to do in those comics, I'm usually listening to music. Sometimes the same album, hundreds of times over. I admit I haven't listened to that much King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard, but I've listened to Nonagon Infinity front to back more times than I can count.

Nowadays it feels like I don't have a lot of friends who share my taste in music. I've so fully entrenched myself in fandom circles that I've been exposed to the average person's taste in music and I'm like "oh yeah, most people aren't as big of a fucking nerd about this as you are." You know how hard it is to get people who aren't music nerds to get into The Residents? Everybody I know that likes them already knew about them before we met, and people who had never heard of them before they met me usually find them deeply weird and never get fucking obsessed with them like I have. I own a physical copy of, not their original version of their album The King and Eye, which is an entire album of them covering Elvis that sounds like this, but the fucking remix of that album that does shit like this to their covers of Elvis songs. And you know what? I love both versions, but that remix of their cover of "Surrender" is a work song.

Listening to music is the only way I can guarantee that I'm actually working on something and not playing with my phone. I guess what I'm saying is... it sure would be nice if Pandora existed like it did back then right now.

Especially because I stopped cleaning up a page of my horrible Deltarune fan comic (MASSIVE Dead Dove warning, not even kidding, the entire story hinges on some very upsetting topics) just to write all this down and make sure there were links to every song in this essay. And like... I've even used the comic as a not-so-clandestine way into tricking them into listening to my music before. Whether it be directly namedropping bands and songs, writing about a specific character's taste in music and using that in the story somehow, or literally just making the title of one of my comic installments... this.

It is really good. 686 listens on YouTube. Absolutely criminal. And the example above? That's me not putting in hundreds of references into the comic and wondering if anybody else has noticed them.

I guess what I'm saying is that I am a huge music nerd, even though I always feel like I'm getting into artists super late (unless they're like Death Grips, but that was only after The Money Store had come out), but I fucking hate Spotify. I want more physical releases that can be preserved digitally, and I don't have the money to get into collecting vinyls as a hobby. All the vinyl I own is toys, and uh... I own a lot of those.

Thank you for reading through pure, uncut music autism mixed in with nostalgia and griping about capitalism because that's apparently where my head is at all the time when I'm not daydreaming my little stories or making up video essays in my head that will never be made. That's why I do stream of consciousness Tumblr essays full of minute details that absolutely are not necessary, but this is how my goddamn ADHD brain works. Now you know what it's like to be in my Discord server.

That post is, of course, pinned in the music channel.

As it should be.

... Fuck Pandora, I don't even fuck with it no more, I miss Grooveshark, weh, my playlist on that site was eight hours long before they shut it down in 2014. Devastated. I was in the middle of using it when it went offline.

Okay now I'm done for real, sorry.

#non fanfiction #tl;dr #Youtube #Spotify

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tinytinybumblebee · 6 months

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oooh ooh ok omg if you’re ok with hearing my kar’niss hcs…

• Littlest spiderling ofc, he regresses exclusively under 3

• He considered the Absolute his mommy for a while but she never took very good care of him… even when he’s with Tav and co he still sometimes falls back on crying for mommy instead of anyone else, and he has to be gently reminded his “mommy” wasn’t treating him right but it’s ok, he’s safe now

• He’s webbed up alllll his sleeping spaces :) he makes himself a silk hammock that his cg can rock him in like a cradle

• If anyone in the party is a drow being sung traditional drow lullabies just. Breaks him. Reminds him of who he was before being cursed to become a drider, his family, all faces he can’t remember but when they flash through his mind however briefly, they’re warm and safe

• Definitely has attachment/abandonment issues, he doesn’t like not knowing where his cg is!

• Cleaning him up is a sort of love language in a sense, since driders are solitary creatures, he’s never had anyone care for his physical appearance. His hair is ratty and tangled, eyes puffy and dry, chitin dirty and chipped, he’ll lean into all those actions of being cleaned up very happily.

• Him and Astarion shaking hands on being chatty babies!! But since Kar’niss’s sanity is especially shaky he’s more prone to nonsense even if he’s regressed to an age that can usually speak beyond babble. He likes it when his cg doesn’t ignore what he says, because he’s used to being ignored when he makes no sense.

• Loves praise for every little thing! The Absolute (and Lolth) never called him a good boy or told him it was alright when he messed something up, but now suddenly there’s this person in his life, his cg, who is always telling him how good he is? He wants that! He wants that so badly!

• He also likes to be called cute and silly. He knows full well that he’s definitely a ghastly sight, but when his cg loves him like he’s any other cute, small, pudgy baby, that makes him feel so good.

• I think he gets really giggly when he’s happy. It can sound a bit unhinged/scary but when you’re around him enough you know that’s just the sound of a very very happy boy.

• He is THE teether. Mouth full of razors and he must chew everything. Lots of munching and gnawing. Possibly chews straight through his bottles. Just ruffle his hair and tell him he’s silly, he ought to nibble something else!

• So so very clingy, lots of excited shouts of “dada” and “mama” when he sees his cg :)

That’s all I can think of right now but yeh :3 babey spidey…..

AAAAAA I THOUGHT I POSTED THIS AAAAAAA

🥺💖💖💖💖💖💖 y e s yes Yes!!!!! Aaaaa!!!!!

#agere #age regression #sfw #fandom agere #mailbox #bg3 #kar'niss

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unadulteratedfandomtrash · 1 year

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Steve Rogers x Reader ~ April Fool’s Day [Shield Adventures]

A/N: I came up with this idea after April Fool’s Day, sadly, but I figured you guys won’t mind a belated fic! There will be more “Shield Adventures” stories to come in the future.

[My Marvel Masterlist]

Word Count: 1967

“Steve!!!”

Before the Quinjet’s ramp has a chance to lower all the way onto the landing pad, (Y/n) is running straight into the aircraft, making a beeline for her husband clad in red, white, and blue. The man in question has to brace himself and the young woman all but throws herself into his embrace.

“Hello to you too, (Y/n),” he chuckles softly. “As much as I’ve missed you, I am pretty sweaty right now. I wouldn’t exactly recommend hugging until I am out of the suit.”

(Y/n)’s head lifts away from the comfortable spot between the blond super soldier’s pectorals to flash a pout. She pulls away with hesitance, but Steve promises to make it up to her with cuddles on the couch, which immediately puts a smile on her face.

“Oh yeah,” (Y/n) suddenly exclaims, “Tony told me he needs your shield. He mentioned something about upgrades and polishing it.”

“”Right now? Can’t it wait until after I settle down and finish up my mission reports?”

“I can drop it off with him. I have to head over to his lab anyway. Tony’s been working on a new design for my uniform that’ll give me more maneuverability when I move my arms around. It’s pretty neat.”

While (Y/n) continues to ramble on about the new upgrades, Steve cannot help but zone out. Rather than focusing on the conversation, his attention is on (Y/n). Ever since the beginning of their relationship, Steve has admired her ability to grow excited over every little aspect of life. Something as simple as improved mobility in a tactical garment normally does not elicit too much excitement, but with (Y/n), it is as if Christmas came early.

“Steveee,” she whines, stomping her foot all the while. “Are you even listening to me?”

“Yes, yes. I heard you. You’re getting some awesome suit upgrades to let you flail around better on the field.”

His phrasing brings back her pout. With arms crossed in front of her chest, (Y/n) begins to explain in heavy detail about her telekinetic powers requiring calculated movements, not uncontrolled flailing.

“Don’t worry,” Sam butts with a smirk as he makes his way down the ramp. “Steve flails just as much whenever he uses the shield. You should’ve seen him today. His arms looked like those weird balloons at the car dealerships each time he threw that frisbee of his.”

The couple, scandalized by the former airman’s remark, send him a glare and threaten to assign the least-favorable task come the next mission.

“Anyway, I should get going.” Wrapping her arms around Steve, (Y/n) squeezes her husband once more in a tight embrace, only this time, her hands find their way to his shield as she pulls away from him. “I’ll see you tonight for those cuddles. Bye, Steve!!”

Steve finds himself shaking his head with amusement as he watches his beloved run off across the landing pad.

“Well…there’s no telling when I’m getting that back.”

“I got it!”

Grinning like the cat that got the cream, (Y/n) holds up the shield in triumph as she enters Tony’s lab. She nearly runs into DUM-E, but her quick reflexes, and the shield, save her just in time when the robot nearly hits her head with a fire extinguisher. Unfortunately, her safety comes at the cost of DUM-E’s mechanical arm, which is now bent and dented at a weird angle.

“I invite you to my lab, and here you are, breaking my stuff.”

“It’s fine! That’s what the shield is for,” she snickers, “And DUM-E has been broken since you made him. You have no one to blame but yourself for that one.”

“I’ll remember that the next time you come to me for a favor,” the man teases while holding up a large box. “Are you sure you wanna do this? Cap isn’t gonna be too happy in the morning.”

“He’ll be fine. You said the glue will come off with a bit of soap and water, so there’s nothing to worry about.”

Tony eyes her warily. Despite his excitement to prank Steve, he will suffer the consequences if the blond super soldier finds out who lended a helping hand with the prank. He knows for a fact that (Y/n) will be left off easy for simply being married to him. Tony, on the other hand, will not. He already had a shaky start at the relationship when they first met to save New York. While their relationship has been mended since then and he and Steve are both friends and coworkers, pranking him feels like a line that should never be crossed. Especially when it involves his shield. “You better not mention my name. Tony played no part in your shenanigans, you hear me?” “Yes, sir,” (Y/n) replies as her hand comes up in mock salute. “Now, hand over the gems and glitter.”

The sun has long since set beyond the horizon. Disregarding this, Steve elects to keep the lights off in the bedroom as he lays on top of the duvet, his eyes close to just rest as he waits for (Y/n) to return from whatever it is she has occupied herself with after having run off with his shield. Being a man of his word, Steve has stayed awake in order to fulfill his promise of cuddles, yet he has no clue where his wife could be. “Maybe I should call her,” he mutters to himself once he realizes midnight is nearly creeping up. Yet, right as he decides to turn to grab his phone from the nightstand, the familiar sound of the bedroom door creaking open has him freeze.

Despite being shrouded in partial darkness thanks to the cloudy night sky keeping the moonlight from shining through the windows, (Y/n) carefully sneaks across the master bedroom. She carefully tiptoes with her uniform in one hand and the leather shield bag in the other. There is a soft clunk as she sets down the bag in its designated corner by Steve’s nightstand; the super soldier has grown paranoid of potential break-ins or emergency missions, so he has gotten into the habit of keeping the weapon within arms reach.

“Ya’ know, if you were trying to be sneaky, you’d have to try harder.” Steve watches in amusement as his beloved jumps in the air like a spooked feline. A small chuckle escapes once he notices the sour look on her face.

“Steve, you scared me! Why aren’t you asleep?”

“Well, someone was feeling clingy earlier today, so I promised cuddles, remember?”

“Oh yeah!” Dropping the uniform to the floor in favor of physical affection, (Y/n) all but dives onto the bed, landing on top of her husband’s chest and successfully knocking the wind out of him. “Snuggle time!” Strong arms wrap around the smaller form sprawled across him. The cool spring breeze is nothing compared to the heat radiating from the super soldier’s body. The warmth has (Y/n) sighing in comfort, nuzzling her head against Steve’s pectorals with a hum of delight. “So, what kind of changes did Tony make?” “I dunno. Wasn’t paying attention.” “You weren’t paying attention to your partner in mischief?” “No,” she argues, “Sam is my partner in mischief. Tony just provides the money to fuel the chaos if he approves of it.”

“I knew you had looped Tony into your shenanigans.” “Shhh. It’s late. Go to bed, old man.” “You’re married to this old man,” Steve teases, pressing soft kisses along her neck.

“Yup. And grandpas like you need sleep,” (Y/n) states with finality, leaving the blond super soldier to chuckle even more when he peers down to see her eyes fluttering shut with exhaustion. “Good night.”

“Good night, (Y/n).”

“(Y/n)!!!” The woman in question freezes at the sound of her name being yelled from the other side of the compound. She woke up early to evade Steve, and to solidify her reason for disappearing, the young woman dragged Bucky and Sam to accompany her in an extensive training session.

“Ooooh, he sounds mad,” Sam remarks with a smirk. “What’d you do this time?”

“This time? Are you accusing me of always torturing my poor husband?” “Well,” Bucky joins in, “your ‘poor husband’ always uses that voice when he’s upset. I would know. He’s been doing that since the 40’s.”

Rather than answering, (Y/n) chooses to drag the two men in front of her to hide behind them right as the double doors slam open. The two veterans in the gym are unable to contain their laughter once they realize the reason for the blond super soldier’s anger. In his hands is a shield covered with red, white, and blue glitter with rhinestones covering the star in the center.

“Goin’ to a party or something, Cap?” Sam manages to wheeze out between choked breaths. “Star spangled man with a plan? More like a sparkly spangled man with a plan!”

Steve sends Sam an unamused glare. He does not need to look hard to find his wife, given that Sam is hunched over in an attempt to catch his breath from laughing too hard. Words are not needed as he glances back and forth between the bedazzled shield and (Y/n). “Hi, Steve.” “Are you going to explain yourself, (Y/n)?”

“Happy April Fool’s Day?”

Without speaking, Steve gestures for (Y/n) to make her way to his side. But instead of listening to his silent request, she chooses to simply peek out from behind Bucky’s metal arm. Her eyes stay trained on her husband, waiting for any sudden movements so that she can panic react accordingly.

“It was just a fun little prank, Steve. No need to get upset.” “Upset? (Y/n), my shield is covered in glitter and jewels. How am I supposed to get them all off in time for the next mission?” “But Tony said the gl-” A hand slaps itself over her mouth as soon as the woman realizes her mistake. Unfortunately for her, it is too late to take back what she had said. Steve heard her loud and clear; the blond super soldier sets down his newly-bedazzled shield by the entrance in favor of using both arms to cross them over his chest. Authority oozes from his stance as he raises an eyebrow, waiting for (Y/n) to speak up. “Tony said what exactly?” (Y/n) mumbles the answer meekly, but the only person who can hear her is the two men acting as human shields, and being the cheeky person he is, Bucky shoves her towards his best friend. A gasp can be heard at the sudden betrayal. “I’m not actually mad,” Steve admits softly when he realizes (Y/n) is actually worried. “I know you were just having a bit of fun. I know you well enough to know that if you were the mastermind behind a prank, there won’t be any permanent damage.” “Tony promised that the glue he bought should wash right off with soap, water, and a bit of scrubbing.” With a quick kiss pressed to (Y/n)’s forehead, Steve picks up his shield and turns around to leave.

“Thank you. But don’t think I’m gonna let you get away with this without some form of punishment. The next mission we have, you’re benched.” “What??” “Love you, sweetheart!” Steve exits the room just as quickly as he had initially entered it, stomping away with purpose as he enters the elevator and instructs FRIDAY to lead him to a certain genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist; as (Y/n), Bucky, and Sam resume their training, they choose to ignore the distant shouting from the floor above.

The End

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daevastanner · 1 year

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C H A P T E R E I G H T

“I’ll wait for you to find me again. So don’t take too long.”

― Nalini Singh, Archangel's Blade

P R E S E N T

Azriel sat upright in the bed once more, heart hammering against his ribs. His shoulders sank beneath the weight of the memories that had just been imparted and that familiar, agonizing ringing filled his ears.

Gritting his teeth, Azriel shut his eyes tight, hands fisting in the bedding at his sides.

“Azriel,” his mate said gingerly, “are you alright?”

Azriel shook his head, eyes still closed. “My head…”

A pause. “Should we send for Madja?” asked Gwyn.

No. Azriel didn’t want the healer to return for an assessment. He didn’t want any more interruptions. He wanted answers. He wanted to regain all that he had lost. Funneling the desire into energy, Azriel forced himself to open his eyes, his jaw still tight.

Gwyn still sat on the edge of the mattress beside him, her teal gaze trained on Azriel intently. Rhys, however, had risen from the chair, standing just behind her, watching the both of them warily. Azriel’s shadows swarmed his shoulders and wings, nuzzling his neck consolingly.

The High Lord tires… Your mate wonders… they whispered.

Steeling himself, Azriel loosened his jaw and exhaled the lingering pain. “What happened?” Gwyn blinked, inclining her head slightly. “What do you mean?”

Another blinding flash of pain that made his vision flare white. He spoke through clenched teeth. “You said we were mated two decades ago, but I intended to propose after just six months of courting. Why did we wait nearly five years to accept?”

Gwyn’s face paled, the skin beneath her freckles nearly white. Azriel felt his stomach sink as she exchanged a tired look with his brother. Rhys raked a hand through his dark hair that had become less coiffed and more disheveled. Apparently, acting as their link was more difficult than the High Lord let on.

Finally, Rhysand spoke, addressing Gwyn. “The discrepancy in information is causing him pain. What he was told versus what he was shown.”

Gwyn nodded, and from his view of her profile, Azriel saw her teeth sink into her lower lip thoughtfully. She glanced briefly between the shadowsinger and Rhys. “Perhaps if I’m more selective in some areas and less detailed in others…”

“Yes,” Rhys agreed. “Madja said you only needed to unearth the memories, not necessarily perform an in depth excavation.”

She seemed to consider this before looking back at Azriel. “You’re willing to continue? Hopefully with this strategy we can avoid any more of these… headaches.”

Azriel blinked at his mate. The question was ridiculous. Of course he was willing to continue, even with the feeble promise that this new ‘strategy’ may only reduce the likelihood of headaches, instead of eliminating them entirely. He wanted back those remaining twenty-five years. He wanted the proposal his mother had endorsed. He wanted the mating ceremony where they’d bound their lives. He wanted all the memories in between.

“Yes,” Azriel said softly. “Yes, of course.”

Gwyn’s throat bobbed as her brows drew together in a serious expression. An expression Azriel now recognized. To imagine that hours ago, he had no idea who this female was….

She was his equal. She was the person he always wanted to wake up next to. She was the person who had brought him back to life. Who had made him realize that love was more than quiet yearning and hotheaded displays of passion.

“Shall we resume then?” Rhys asked, lowering himself back into the armchair with a sigh.

Gwyn’s eyes didn’t leave Azriel’s. “Just a moment.”

She ducked her head, then lifted a hand to cup her mate’s face. Azriel felt his chest pinch at the gesture and some distant part of the shadowsinger urged him to lean into her palm. Controlled by this ‘other Azriel’ he obeyed and let his cheek rest against her fingers. In response one of her thumbs traced his cheekbone.

Her mouth opened and closed as she searched for the right words, then… “Those five years… They were our hardest, Azriel. Some of those memories won’t be welcome.”

“Don’t tell him too much. You don’t want what you relay to conflict with whatever you show him,” Rhys interrupted.

Gwyn shut her eyes, lips pursing at his brother’s words. She mastered herself with a deep breath, then looked at Azriel again, this time speaking with equal measures conviction and caution. “I just want you to be prepared. I want you to know what you’re asking for.”

Azriel released his grip on the bedding and slid a hand forward to rest on her thigh. The warmth of her skin beneath his palm siphoned courage into him – gave him hope. The words left him in a voice edging on pleading, “I want all of it, Gwyn. All of us. Even the bad.”

She took a moment to consider him then finally nodded. “Lay back.” Her next words were like steel. “Let’s proceed.”

While he would never regret agreeing to see those memories, Azriel could not fathom the series of catastrophic events his mate was about to show him.

Although the warrior within him knew that victory always came at cost.

Read the rest on Ao3 or Wattpad

#gwynriel #gwyneth berdara #azriel shadowsinger #azriel acotar #gwynriel supremacy #gwyn and azriel #acotar fanfiction #gwynriel fic #gwynriel fanfiction #ao3

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onecantsimply · 2 years

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hi!! i have a request about jack, what if his darling died when they were in their mid twenties, and they met in the afterlife. would she recognise him? how would they meet?

and, since you do nsfw, maybee this scenario can turn into some age play? cs she's way younger than him in the afterlife.

you can write it any way you would like, i just want to see your vision of all of that.

thank you!!

Yessir yessir-

And while I will do a smut, I can’t do age play since… it brings a bad feeling of uncomfortable emotion to me. I’m sorry.

And I happen to be a fond of getting right into the smut since I can’t build shit up for shit-

There will be NSFW stuff here, so naturally, I put up a “Keep Reading” thing right before that smut.

Warnings: NSFW content.

(Oh, Dear… -Jack)

He softly stared down the hall, seeing someone with (H/c) hair just about to walk past him. Though, when they saw his top hat and hair, they seemed to stop. As a result, Jack had done so as well, staring into the curious pair of (E/c) eyes.

“… Do I recognize you?” They questioned, faintly tilting their head as they gazed into the Guy Fawkes mask. A chuckle was heard from behind it when Jack had saw their color of faint desperation. The sound of his voice seemed to immediately snap realization into (Y/n). “Oh, it is you! Wait, you’re a participant in Ragnarok…?!” They seemed to freeze up, leaving the man in front of them to gently chuckle once again. Though, he gently took off his mask, revealing his heterochromatic eyes. “Well, I didn’t completely choose so. But going up against a God… how could I say no when I can change his colors…?” (Y/n) softly exhaled through their nose before smiling faintly as they saw the faint amount of glee in Jack’s eyes. “Ah, my apologies.” He gently grabbed their hand. “It’s been such a while… I’m truly glad to see you… You still look… rather faintly young.” (Y/n) flashed the male a close eyed smile. “And you grew old. You even have silver hair now.” Jack chuckled softly.

“Thank you, Dear.” He responded. The male then faintly frowned. He softly pulled (Y/n) close. “About that time… you had died.” They blinked, but closed their eyes as they laid their head against his chest, softly holding on to his blazer. “I’m sorry I couldn’t get to you in time.” (Y/n) gently shook their head. “I wouldn’t be able to do anything about that regardless. So… me dying was something obvious that would happen.” Jack silently stared down at the floor after their words. “I didn’t… want that to happen, though… You died much too young and left me there too early…” (Y/n) slowly looked down. “Of course I sent that man to Hell, but you still left me with that feeling of emptiness… (Y/n), please tell me that you’ll stay with me…” Jack kept then held close, his eyes staring down at them with a soft emotion of neediness. “Please, Dear…” He gently spoke. After he had done so, he had saw (Y/n) look up at him with a gentle smile. They gently placed a hand over his cheek, making him lean into their touch.

Oh, how he craved it after all those years…

“I’ll stay with you this time, no matter what.” (Y/n) said. Jack looked into their color, finding nothing but genuine emotion within. The male gently placed a hand over (Y/n)’s before once again leaning into their touch. “Thank you, Dear…” Jack muttered. He saw them give a gentle nod. “I think we should head home for now. How much time do you have until your Ragnarok tournament?” (Y/n) tilted their head. “… Just one day…” Jack saw them frown faintly, worry laced into their emotions. “But… that should be enough… I’ve yearned for this enough…” The male smiled softly. “I’ve yearned for just one more day with you… a normal life with you… I’m sure you knew how much I wanted one…” (Y/n) gently smiled. “… Yes. I’m very sure that you wanted a small family as well.” Jack nodded. “I’m glad you remember…”

“Well, of course I would. I’ve been willing for that family as well.” (Y/n) once again caressed Jack’s face, seeing the male close his eyes. “It would be nice to have a small troublemaker running around the house…” He softly nodded. “After my tournament… I’ll come right back…” He spoke. “Hell no. You got wounds to deal with.” (Y/n) immediately responded. “Of course I’ll visit you, but you can’t move with those wounds. I won’t let you.” Jack chuckled faintly. “I’ll count on it…” He softly answered. “Good. Now, let’s get home.” (Y/n) gently pulled Jack along. He softly clenched their hand, looking around at his surroundings. It seemed slightly alike to the regular world. However, each time Jack thought he had recognized something, he had saw that the rest was unlike anything he’s ever seen. “… The afterlife truly wasn’t what I expected… I expected myself to be in Hell…”

“From how you had brutalized the guy that killed me, I’m sure I expected you to be down there too. Though, I suppose not.” (Y/n) smiled faintly before they slightly looked back at Jack, still walking forward. “Even though, you know I would follow you anywhere.” He once again gently clenched their hand as he followed after them.

“Alrighty, we’re here.” (Y/n) spoke as they opened the door. Jack softly looked around, his curiosity causing him to look at everything within the house. (Y/n) gently shut the door and locked it behind them, placing their own things down. “Goodness, this place is bigger than our former.” Jack softly mumbled. “Right?” (Y/n) smiled softly, putting their groceries away. They saw Jack walk outside. He looked around before putting his gaze on the specific (H/c) haired person by the fridge. They seemed faintly focused on putting things away or organizing them. Jack softly walked back into the house, closing and locking the door behind him. He then walked over to (Y/n), gently hugging them from behind. “When I come back… I’d love to take care of our child.” (Y/n) blinked. Their eyes faintly widened. “… Oh-“

“We may not have one now, though I can change that.” Jack closed his eyes. “Only if you’re comfortable though.” (Y/n) softly placed a hand over Jack’s arm. Seemingly, after thinking it over, they had finally decided. “That would be fine with me. And if you leave me with a child… I swear…” Jack smiled softly. “I won’t do that…” He softly spoke. “I’ll win. I promise. You just need to wait for me, okay?” (Y/n) gave a small nod. “Though for now…” Jack gently dug his face into (Y/n)’s neck. “Should we proceed?”

He softly panted into (Y/n)'s neck while softly ramming his dick into them, aching to cum inside of their walls. His eyes, once filled with a somewhat relaxed emotion, were now filled with lust. The male gave a gentle chuckle before nibbling at (Y/n)'s collarbone. They shuddered from the sudden movement. He faintly adjusted his hold on (Y/n) as his pace got faster. Jack could hear the gentle squeal of the person under him. It made him chuckle again.

“Going a bit too… fast…!” (Y/n) spoke, gently keeping their arms around Jack’s neck. “And yet... I know you want more..." The male softly responded. He stared upon (Y/n) with half lidded eyes, their color showing their amount of lust left. "My apologies, Dear. But I won't allow you to leave anything desired... And besides, I've been doing rather great, haven't I?" Jack gently placed (Y/n)'s hand on his cheek, leaning into their touch with a gentle smile. As the silver haired male looked back at them, he saw them softly nod. "Good..." The male then gently kissed (Y/n)'s palm. He continued to move his hips to his ability, his pace growing sloppy as he felt the familiar sensation of knotting up. The male could barely see the hickeys he had made on (Y/n)'s neck. Still, Jack could hear gentle praises coming from their lips, and it enlightened him.

It enlightened him… so… fucking… much.

The male allowed the gentle groans and his faint growls to escape his lips as he went his best pace. He could feel how his dick was beginning to get closer to his release. It seemed to faintly turn him on. Especially when he knew he could finally have a child with the one he loved most. The male allowed his dick to ram itself in only a few more times before his semen shot out in thick webs and ribbons.

“Fuck…” Jack muttered, thrusting in just a few more times to release everything he had. “I think you've filled me up enough..." (Y/n) gently lifted Jack's chin, the male giving them a soft smile as a reply. “Maybe I wanted to go a bit more..." He responded. “Are you that enthusiastic for a child...?" (Y/n) softly smiled as they caressed Jack's face. He leaned into their touch once more.

"Always…”

#record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok x reader #jack the ripper #jack the ripper x reader #jack the ripper record of ragnarok

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letmetellyouaboutmyfeels · 1 year

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2022 Writing Review

Tagged by: @ttimbradford on the LAST DAY OF THE YEAR because she wants me to scramble

1. Number of stories posted to AO3: 14

2. Word count posted for the year: don't make me say it 386,717

3. Fandoms I wrote for: 9-1-1, The Witcher

4. Pairings: Buddie and Geraskier

5. Story with the most:

kudos: The Best Lie is a Truth (My Best Mask is My Face) - 2,149 bookmarks: same as above - 997 comment threads: Let My Ink Stain Your Pages - 671

6. Work I’m most proud of (and why): This is a difficult question. I'm proud of a few stories I worked on this year - Direct Deposit and Further Than Blood (Or Than Bones) had me pushing myself as a writer and delving into topics I knew wouldn't necessarily be popular. However I think I have to go with In the Gray You are Golden, one of those magical moments where the inspiration hits like something divine, the words flow like water, and it all comes together.

7. Work I’m least proud of (and why): Don't Play Games (Come My Way) - I'm a perfectionist and while I can't quite articulate why, I don't feel like I quite nailed this story the way I should have. Like I just missed the bulls-eye.

8. Share or describe a favorite review you received: @mistmarauder never fails to delight me and make my day with her in-depth comments and general screeching. I think her responses to Further Than Blood (Or Than Bones) and In the Gray You are Golden are my favorites, actually, although I know Curl Up In My Heart and Let Me Keep You is probably her favorite of mine from this year (no one is immune to cat!Buck).

9. A time when writing was really, really hard: Honestly, writing I'll Scrawl it on Every Wall I See was more of a challenge than I expected. I just had a lot going on in my real life so finding time and focus to work on it was difficult.

10. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you: Buck babysitting Chris during the tsunami and while Eddie goes to fight club in I'll Scrawl it on Every Wall I See didn't come to me ahead of time - it just happened as I was writing and I literally stopped and stared into the distance for a second in delighted surprise.

11. A favorite excerpt of your writing: Oof. This was a tough one. Probably a tie between the entire segment of Eddie's thoughts when he's shot in Further Than Blood (Or Than Bones) - the fic wasn't quite where I wanted it to be until I wrote that segment and then went back and sprinkled those quotes throughout the fic, turning the fic into one long flashback (which the reader doesn't realize until they reach the shooting). A small excerpt is here:

The thing he never told anyone is when his lover was unnamed and fed from him all he thought about was love. Love is poured into his mouth and he swallows and he b r e a t h e s.

The other would be frankly the entirety of In the Gray You are Golden but I really liked how I incorporated the tsunami/Eddie Begins into the fic with the flash flood and how I wrote it happening. I got a lot of comments saying how much the last few lines hit them like a gut punch and I'm so proud of that:

Christopher’s mouth is right at Buck’s ear. “Dad?” Buck starts shaking. He clenches his entire body to get it to stop. He shakes his head. Christopher is a child of the wasteland. He knows how to be silent when he cries.

12. How did you grow as a writer this year: I wrote situations where there's a lot of trauma and emotions going on (including during sex) and got a bit darker in that then I usually do, I wrote a couple tropes I hadn't thought I'd ever write or hadn't written before (such as a Zombie Apocalypse AU), I dipped my toe into HTML coding for the emails in I'll Scrawl it on Every Wall I See, and I incorporated poetry into a fic with Eddie's mental landscape as he's shot in Further Than Blood (Or Than Bones) (yes fun fact I approached that segment as a poem).

13. How do you hope to grow next year: I hope to continue to find new and interesting situations to play with for my annual Halloween fics.

14. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer, beta, cheerleader, etc): @extasiswings who always reassured and encouraged me when I was doubting myself - and of course she co-wrote A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words (But Love is Undefinable) with me.

Can't believe I almost forgot @catdadeddie whose Castle AU moodboard inspired me to write a fic that ended up being over 100k words long goddamn you Nova.

15. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year: If it did, I wouldn't be admitting it.

16. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers: If you don't make yourself take breaks to recharge your brain is going to make you and trust me, you will not like how that goes. Give yourself time to rest.

17. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year: Nothing in the fanfic world. I actually woke up with ideas for next Halloween and wrote them down so I wouldn't forget them, but those won't be until October which is a full ten months away.

18. Tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read.

@extasiswings @kitkatpancakestack @tripleaxeldiaz

#tagging thing #about mads #mads writes stuff

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Hi! i recently rediscovered my tomione addiction. Do you have any recs for fics where they meet in a different time than usual (not generation potter or riddle but like maybe the 50's or around the marauder timeline)? I also love the stories were Hermione ends up taking over someone elses Life, for example Lady Selwyn or Journey of the soul

Hey Anon,

There's actually quite a lot of these. Check out our tag for Met: As Adults for several scenarios where both were already older, and we have an unofficial Tom: Shopboy tag with a few more from the era after Hogwarts when he works at Borgin & Burkes. I'll add a few more I can think of that I didn't see pull up or where she assumes another another body/persona. -JD

stardust by orangepekoelatte M | Complete | 131k Carina Black is two, and the first coherent thought that enters her mind is Harry.

She sees her twin brother, tugs at his silver locks, and thinks, Harry Potter.

Here I Dreamt I Was A Rosier by Nautical Paramour M | Complete | 41k Opening her eyes, Hermione became acutely aware that she was not in her bed, or even in Gryffindor tower. She has woken up in 1944 and must learn to exist with her "family" and their friends…TR/HG

Fountain of Knowledge by Ciule E/Ma | Complete | 66k The myriad of glittering magical shards sank slowly down, settling like a mantle on the shoulders of two people: A very tall wizard standing across the unlit bonfire and ... herself.

Behind the deep cowl, the wizard cocked his head, indicating that they should move. Slowly, she walked towards the bonfire, and he sauntered confidently to her side, meeting her halfway.

The Itch by seollem E/Ma | Complete | 76k Tom looked intrigued. “Soul Glass? I’ve never heard of it.”

“Oh, yes, it’s a very rare material, indeed! If you look carefully, you can see the other half of your soul on the other side. Perhaps that of a lucky lady?” Mr. Burke winked conspiratorially.

“How fascinating.” A slow, predatory smile overtook the handsome features of Tom’s face, something flashing in his eyes as they locked on the shadow beside his reflection. “A piece of my soul, you say?”

Inimica, Amator by QueenOfTheDreamers (QueenOfDreamers) NR | Complete | 73k Hermione falls asleep in January 2000. She awakens in a Knockturn Alley flat in 1947. Confronted by the reality that she's been hurtled through time and space to the world of Tom Riddle himself, Hermione works to get back home. In the meantime, desperate for money, she takes a job at the only place willing to hire her - Borgin and Burkes, with the disarmingly charming Tom Riddle.

Altered State by Ginnyruin E/Ma | WIP | 186k Six years after the Battle of Hogwarts, Auror Hermione Granger activated a mysterious dark object, which unexpectedly sent her decades into the past.

Miðgarðsormr by xXAonoNYmouSPXx M | WIP | 92k Tom watched as the mother and son stop at a spot by the fountain. The witch whom he's never met before in his life, with bushy brown hair atop a heart-shaped face, and the boy who looked exactly like him when he was at that age.

Peremo by virennia NR | WIP | 50k When Hermione gets stuck in the 1950's, she has no choice but to live her life.

And then, she meets Tom.

Who Are We? by BareWithMeHoney E/Ma | WIP | 15k The year is 2004. Voldemort has hidden his Horcruxes in the past and the Order is fighting against impossible odds to find and destroy them.

But when Time itself begins to unravel, a new kind of sacrifice must be made before the world comes to an end.

Bitter Almonds by Skylarparks E/Ma | WIP | 61k What would happen if the Mauraders, the Golden Trio and the Knights of Walpurgis all went to school together? Also, what if Tom Riddle developed a strange obsession with Hermione Granger?

The Pendulum of the Mind by AvaJune M | WIP | 118k Tom's fingers slid across her skin as he pulled up her sleeve, feeling irregular bumps and scarring as he watched in fascination as instead of a dark mark, he steadily revealed rune carvings. His eyes flicked back to hers, watching her reaction to his touch.

"I will give you this, witch. You are unbearably intriguing," he murmured.

Madness flies in the face of logic, and if there is one thing Hermione Granger cannot abide, it's things that defy logic. There is always something against her, this time the very laws of time and space. There is, however, a truth she now knows about herself; she isn't quite the rule girl she once thought she was. *Hermione - Tom Riddle. AU, Post Battle of Hogwarts*

A Twist of Fate by ASongofIceandHope NR | One Shot | 4k Hermione wakes up in a stranger's bed, and finds herself to be an important part of his life. Funny the things a simple ring can do.

Right Place, Wrong Time? by Shan84 M | WIP | 129k It was just another boring day at Borgin and Burkes for Tom Riddle… That is, until a certain bossy, crazy-haired witch stepped through the entrance. Is this your usual time travel story - or is something else at play? HG/TMR

And Not to Yield by ASongofIceandHope (orphan_account) NR | WIP | 10k It's common knowledge that you shouldn't touch things in Borgin and Burke's. But when Hermione, Harry, and Draco all reach for a cursed object at the same time, they find themselves thrown through time to 1948 when a certain Dark Lord has youth, vigor, power, and at least two horcruxes. Post-Battle of Hogwarts. Partially DH compliant; disregards Epilogue.

#tomione #met: as adults #tom: shopboy #post-hogwarts #borgin & burkes

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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Tuesday, December 12

Wesley: I don't understand. Buffy: Well, I don't think I can talk any slower, Wes. I want to leave. Wesley: What? Now? Buffy: No, not now. After I graduate, you know, college? Wesley: But, you're a Slayer. Buffy: Yeah, I'm also a person. You can't just define me by my Slayer-ness. That's ... something-ism. Giles: Buffy, I know we've talked about you going away... Buffy: I got into Northwestern. Giles: That's wonderful news. Good for you. Wesley: All right, everyone. Monsters, demons, world in peril? Buffy: I bet you they have all that stuff in Illinois. Wesley: You cannot leave Sunnydale. By the power invested in me by the Council, I forbid it. Giles: Ah yes, that should settle it.

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[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Before You Tell the Truth (Xander, T, Assassin‛s Creed xover) by madimpossibledreamer

A Surprise (Buffy/Spike, M) by TheHazCady

Romance and Regrets (Willow/Lake, G) by OveliaGirlHaditRight

The Dragon takes the Slayer () by WriterDMathis

Fool Me Twice (Buffy/Angel, M) by OveliaGirlHaditRight

Love Letters To Spike Ch, 3 (Buffy/Spike, G) by CecyTheRomanticist

Christmas Glow (Buffy/Spike, T) by honeygirl51885

Cross-Stitch (Buffy/Spike, Dawn, T) by ClowniestLivEver

The Christmas Mug (Buffy/Spike, T) by honeygirl51885

Agency Has It's Price, Chapter 5 (Buffy/Spike, M by Desicat

Muddle (Buffy/Spike, T) by Holly

I Put a Spell on You (Buffy/Spike, M) by Rea

Everything (Buffy/Spike, T) by honeygirl51885

[Chaptered Fiction]

Vamp for Rent 13/18 (Spike/Xander, M) by Forsaken2003

equal and opposite reactions Ch. 1 (Jenny/Giles, T) by CallMeVampy

I'll Remember You. That Is All I Can Do. (Buffy/Angel, G) by buffytargaryen

Rockefeller Center (Buffy/Spike, G) by violettathepiratequeen

surrender your power ch. 10/15 (Buffy/Faith, E) by paperwasp

New York Ch. 32/43 (Xander/Giles, M) by drsquidlove

Strings Ch, 14/? (Buffy/Faith, E) by aliceinwonderbra

with the dawn of redeeming grace Ch. 4/? (Buffy/Spike, T) by winterlovesong

A Call From Beyond Ch. 6/7 (Ensemble, G) by CoffeeMilkLuvr

Swimming Against the Current Ch. 4/? (Buffy/Gage Petronzi, T) by

On the road Ch. 5/5 (COMPLETE) (Buffy/Giles, M) by DancingAngel0013

Freaky Things Ch. 1 (Buffy/Angel, G) by OveliaGirlHaditRight

Screwed, Chapter 8 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Holly

A Darkened Night of the Soul, Chapter 23-24 (Buffy/Spike, E) by In Mortal

Clarity, Chapter 1 (Buffy/Spike, T) by cawthraven

Surviving Together, Chapter 10 (Buffy/Spike, E) by ionlylikebadboys

Slay Bells Ringing , Chapter 12 (Buffy/Spike, T) by all_choseny

The Neighbor's Point of View, Chapter 64 (Buffy/Spike, T) by the_big_bad

Want Take Have , Chapter 1 (Buffy/Spike, M) by Safire

The Vision Quest, Chapter 4 (Buffy/Spike, E) by acb6293

The Life Before Us, Chapter 2 (Buffy/Spike, M) by ClowniestLivEver

A Very Summers Winter, Chapter 12 (Buffy/Spike, T) by VeroNyxK84

Spuffy's Little Helper, Chapter 12 (Buffy/Spike, T) by Alyot

What the Drabble?, Chapter 53 (Buffy/Spike, M) by VeroNyxK84

It's not a one-night stand if it turns into two, Chapter 1 (Buffy/Spike, T) by loveisntbrains

Poems in A Minor , Chapter 1 (Buffy/Spike, M) by all_choseny

The Merry Month of Magnus Presents... Rockefeller Center, Chapter 2 (Buffy/Spike, G) by violettathepiratequeen

Twice Broken, Thrice Burnt, Chapter 22 (Buffy/Spike, E) by ClowniestLivEver

Transformed By Love Ch. 2 (Fred, T, Originals xover) by Buffyworldbuilder

The Yellowstone: A Safe Harbor Ch. 2 (Buffy, G, Yellowstone xover) by Buffyworldbuilder

[Reviews & Recaps]

i finished season 1 and these are my thoughts of it by Ok-Connection4791

PODCAST: Episode 7 - The Three and the Magic Number (Angel) by The Sunnydale Diaries

PODCAST: BTVS 505 - No Place Like Home by Another Buffy Podcast

PUBLICATION: Buffy The Vampire Slayer, Season Two, Episode Nineteen, “I Only Have Eyes For You” by The Solute

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S7 Andrew by Agacat

S01E02 - first ever viewing by wilfsland

“They were hanging out for years and years and years and years." by alrtight

Amy, and lifespans, spoilers inside for new viewers, specifically S2-S6 by Xandertheokay

Is Tara in any of the Buffy novels? (Fanfic recommendations welcome too!) by 1r3act

When did Fred start having feelings for Wesley? by JellyfishDry9464

How do you guys think spike would've died at the end of his original run by docsharkboy

What if it had been Willow who had died instead of Tara? by daddyharrington

Why do you like Faith? by Limeila

On Buffy, Spike, and class by MistressGarlick

Which Halliwell sister would Willow and Tara get along with the best in terms of witchcraft? by jdpm1991

Jonathan's hot prom date by PotentialLanguage685

Best Willow moment? by JellyfishDry9464

When Jenny is the same age as Cordy by Almighty_Push91

Was Lilah The First? by vampslayer84

Seeing Red was an excellent episode by FeatheredDrake

Negative and positive experience with actors from the Buffyverse? by buffsterbot

correct me if I’m wrong? by pengchod

Camden Toy has passed away. by InfiniteMehdiLove

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moonreadingjournal · 2 years

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🚨

S P O I L E R A L E R T

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You have been warned.

So I am reading the heat wave book by Tj Klune (which I love so much). And I am confused? But also outraged?

So in the story the main character Nick Bell is a teenage boy who is in love with extraordinaries. He loves them. He had a crush on one shadow star (extraordinary in his own city and his own sort of ex-boyfriend Owen Burke), he even wrote fan fiction about him and shadow star. Though it ends up that shadow star was one of the real villains all along (the second one being his own father Simon Burke) and the one they thought was the villain, pyro Storm ends up being the hero but also Nick’s childhood best friend Seth Gray. They end up falling in love and started to date.

Anyways, in the first book it’s said that Nick’s mom had died two years before the story took place, she went to the bank and she never came back. Him and his father grieved…a lot, which is understandable. But it was this incident that made Seth Gray decide to become pyro Storm and keep the city safe. To protect Nick and the ones he loves (which I’ve never heard anything more romantic in my entire life).

In the second book, flash fire, Nick ends up finding out that 1) his own mom used to be a telekinetic extraordinary that kept the city safe years ago that went by the hero name Guardian and 2) that he inherited those powers. A lot of shit happens afterwards but they end up saving the day (Nick and Pyro Storm aka Seth Gray). By the end of the book two things happen (again) 1) Nick receives a suit by one of his superhero colleagues which is an homage to Guardian, his mom and 2) that his mom is actually alive and moonlighting as a new extraordinary called TK.

When TK was revealed I was like: oh it’s the mom. I never expected to be right. But by the end of the book when she is actually the mom all I could think of was: wtf happened? How is she just going to come back and resume her life? What about nick?

And then this book starts and at the beginning of the book there were some scenes where Nick will remember something that didn’t quite add up (well several scenes). First, he recounts a happenstance in the first book where he, Nick, fell from a bridge and he stopped midair, just floating. Because of the second book we were lead to believed that it was Nick but in this book he remember his mom being there next to the dad and that she was the one who saved him. But I’m the real scene it was just the dad and he is normal so he couldn’t have done that. I thought, hm that’s weird. But also when he was remembering a moment when he found his dad crying after the funeral and Nick couldn’t do anything, or rather, didn’t know what to do. Which is understandable. But then he decides it was just a dream. However I felt that the emotion he’s feeling at that “dream” feels to real for him.

Second, there’s this thing where he keeps mentioning Before and After, this is how he identifies the timeline of before his mother’s death and after it had happened. So he keeps saying them, but then he always keeps questioning before what? After what? But also memories of when Nick would meet TK and wonder why he would act as if it wasn’t his own mother. That’s when I could see a humongous red flag coming. I started to theorize that the mom was manipulating all of their memories. And I mean of all of them, the dad, Nick, Seth, his parents, Gibby, her parents, jazz and her parents. As well as other people involved in their lives. But I thought there’s no way she would do something so cruel. Because of how they describe her constantly, she was an amazing woman. Nice. Beautiful. Smart. Yes, we don’t know what actually happened in that bank or during those two years, but never to alter the memories of everyone.

Third, Nick had a dream, but it was actually a memory. It was of the day that the mom had died. When she told him she was going to the bank. In the dream he knew he would receive a call from his father, and that he will say that something had happened to the mom. Nick ended up waking up remembering what had happened and then the mom came in and he was scared. He was scared and she used her powers on him. I was livid. I can’t believe what I am reading. That cannot be the mom. I don’t know there’s something fishy going on right now. Nick constantly forgets that his mom is around, that she lives with them. He was setting up the table and forgot about her, he talks to his father as if they are just the two of them.

I don’t know. I don’t think that person is the mom. I am sad though. Because if I’m right and that is not the mom, then…that’s a whole new level of cruel. If it’s not the mom then I believe Simón Burke is the mastermind behind this. Because Nick has gone through the grieving process, he accepted that his mom was gone and while I understand that if she was protecting herself by faking her own death why not just say it? It will be hard to accept but I know that Nick and her father would come around. So why wipe their memories and pretend she was there all along? I don’t know. I have no idea how this could be the better way of going about this. Because it’s cruel. And it will end up breaking Nick’s heart.

Also why hasn’t Seth said anything about this? Originally he decided to become Pyro Storm because Nick’s mom had being murdered. Because he wanted to protect him. So if she never died what does he think his motivation was to put on that suit?

I am confused and I am outraged. I can’t believe what I’m reading with the more I read. I don’t know. I think the mom really is dead and this is just one sick trick of Simon Burke to get all the extraordinaries he can to experiment on them and getting rid of them.

We’ll see I guess. I’ll post an update later.

#bookworm #moonreadingjournal #bookblr #nicholas bell #seth gray #tj klune #jasmine jazz kingston #lola gibby gibson #the extraordinaries #flash fire #heat wave #the extraordinaries spoiler

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mingiswow · 2 years

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Boyfriend!Lee Know

⚠ English is not my native language, so pardon me if there’s any mistake. And you can always tell me what’s wrong.

ah… our mischievous cat boy

ok, it’s hard for me to read him ngl

he comes off as very cold sometimes but then he’ll become the softest

anywho

I feel like baby boy lee know is hard to conquer

so it took a lot for you to win his heart

but when you do,,,, oof prepare yourself

I feel like you’d catch his eye while working

You were one of the staff at the tv station where he mc’s

and he saw how hard you’d work, making sure everything was right

running from side to side checking on everyone without losing your smile and your sympathy

don’t tell him but he fell for your smile

so seeing you every week and slowly interacting with each other made him grow fond of you

and after discussing to himself if he should or not he asked you out

you were quite shocked but said yes nonetheless

after all, you ain’t dumb and he is a gorgeous human being

let’s be honest here: he LOVES to show you off to the boys

you are his precious girl and he is the lucky man to be with you

“you’re so annoying after you started going out with y/n”

“annoying because you’re single and lonely”

proud proud proud boyfriend

he is your biggest supporter

will always be there for you

I think he’ll make it big when asking you to be his girlfriend

not like flash mob and public stuff hell no

I’m talking more like fancy dinner on a rooftop just for the two of you

soft music on the bg and shit

Minho is not much fond of pda

He prefers to show his affection just to you

But he’ll eventually hold his hand or put his hand on your thigh if he’s feeling jealous

talking about that… I feel like he gets jealous easily

not bc he doesn’t trust you

he doesn’t trust the others around you

and he gets self-conscious a lot because of his idol life and he feels like he can’t give you what you deserve

Which tends to make you two fight really petty fights

like… for the most stupid things

but you can’t stay much longer without talking to each other because you are really close to each other

and you value your friendship

so you usually just pretend the fight never happened and go on with your lives

however… if it’s a more serious fight I feel like Minho will want to sit and talk like two grown-ups

He hates making you upset

so he’ll calm his nerves and wait for you to calm your before speaking again

And he is a very mature guy so you guys always talk it out the fight

Ok… so bear with me

I think minho is an ass guy

I think he’ll like to have you in his lap while kissing and making out just so he can grab your butt

just so he can hear your little moans and whines

smug smirk on his lips when you react to his touches

you know which smug I’m talking about

Little mf

So yeah, I feel like his kisses are very urgent

he just wants to taste, to feel, to touch your lips as much as possible

Nsfw from here on

Minho is hard to decipher

Because I want to tell he’s a dom

But I honestly feel like he’s on the more vanilla side

Sorry minho Stans

But hey! Vanilla doesn’t mean boring

He likes to make love to you

That’s the real thing

He loves to appreciate and enjoy and touch and feel and praise your body

He loves to tell you that you are the most beautiful thing in the world

And he is lucky to have you all for him naked

He’s a sweet talker

He can make you cum just by saying sweet little nothings in your ear

no jokes

but we all agree he is a T E A S E

so prepare yourself to get teased to the point you beg for him to give you what you want

bc he loves the way you looked all desperate and messy from lovemaking him and him only

like I said, he likes love making but don’t expect him to not have his rough nights

when he’s feeling extra stressed or overwhelmed by his work or things in general he likes to take you rough

Won’t say anything will just pound into your hole or your mouth with deep breaths and grunts

Will 100% grunt your name when he cums

apologizes after and make you guys dinner

like I mentioned before, he’s an ass man

so he loves when you reverse ride him

ass all perked up in front of him so he can ones the soft skin

high key loves 69

Will eat/take you like a champ

even tho he likes to receive more than give

aftercare for him is pretty simple

just likes to hug you close to his body and keep whispering sweet nothings for you to sleep

That if he doesn’t fall asleep first

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the-broken-truth · 3 years

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Can I request RE8 women (Lady D 、Donna...etc,you can pick who you want to write!)be protected by a human who wear full Knight's armor,use sword and sheild to fight,and they think that knight is a man.

But one day, that knight take off the helmet,and they are wrong,the knight is a woman.👩 ⚔

Sorry if I misspelled something, English is not my first language.

Broken Truth (Sharpening my sword): Hm, Dimitrescu or Donna... Dimitrescu or Donna... Hm... Why not both? Let the words weave together!

[Mother Miranda's Chapel - During A Lord Meeting]

"Thus, it would be better if you all were to... Alcina!" The Raven Winged Woman yelled out all of a sudden, causing the regal woman to jolt in her seat and almost drop her cigarette.

"Huh?! What?! Yes, Mother Miranda?" She asked as she looked at the woman in the golden mask.

"In case you forgot where you are - we are in the middle of a meeting and you are allowing your mind to wander instead of remaining focused. Care to explain why you are so distracted?" Miranda asked as she folded her arms with a glare under her mask.

"Please, forgive me, Mother Miranda - I was still...trying to analyze something that happened yesterday. You see - a few of the village's man-things decided to attack my castle." Alcina began.

"What's new about that? You report an attack on your castle once every two to three weeks; what makes this one so different that it's distracting you from the meeting?" Miranda asked.

"Well, Mother Miranda - It wasn't the event itself but the person who came out of nowhere and slaughtered all of the opposers." Alcina said with a slight blush on her face.

"Person? What person?" Miranda asked.

"Well... A Knight."

[Flashback - The Day Before - Attack On Castle Dimitrescu]

Once again - the reckless males of the village gathered again to attack the residents of the grand castle that overshadowed their home, but there were more of them than last time. The full moon shined over the castle, lighting the area around the - there were at least 50 or 60 humans there; armed with farming equipment or small handguns. Alcina and her Daughters were standing before the grand door of their castle - claws and sickles ready - the first man who held a pitchfork made a dash for the eldest daughter but before he could even get close to her, the silhouette of a caped figure shrouded the light of the moon before the figure came crashing down in the middle; acting as a bridge between The Dimitrescus and the Opposers.

The figure rose to their feet and the light of the moon made their features known to all. They were tall - at least 7 feet tall - dressed in a black metal armor that bore wolves on the shoulders and in the chest plate, the eyes of the wolves had rubies for eyes; even the helmet was in the likeness of a wolf and the back of the legs had a tail made of fur - was it real or did the wearer hunt down a beast and take its tail as a trophy. By their side, the pommel of the sword shined in the moonlight and even that was a wolf.

"Who the hell are you?!" The man said.

"Silence, you waste of flesh and blood." A deep voice came from the helmet, making the man flinch - a male was in that suit? That would explain the height. "You dare rally drunken minds to harm your masters? You have no honor and thus no worth, therefore..." His hand came over his side and wrapped around the handle of the sword before slowly pulling it out of its case, "You have no lost your privilege of life for even having the thought of harming House Dimitrescu!" He howled as he darted at the crowd of men with the speed of a beast on the hunt.

With a single swing of his sword - the first 10 men were killed. Alcina and her daughters watched in awe as this armored man slaughtered men who harm on the Dimitrescu Family. With another slash of the massive blade, 8 more were killed. He kept at it until the last man - the one who poisoned all the others to fight a losing battle; he was shivering and dropped his weapon as the tall man walked over to him, his armor and sword dripping with the blood of his lackeys.

"You are the orchestrator of this madness - the one who weaved chaos and delusion into the hearts and minds of these men." He growled as he raised the bloody blade over his head. "It is your fault that wives have become widows, children grow without parental guidance, and fathers...bury their sons; let that weigh on your mind...as you face your creator for judgment." The sword came crashing down upon the man - slicing him right down the middle.

"That...THAT WAS AWESOME!!" The excited cry of the youngest Dimitrescu Daughter as she buzzed over to the knight and began asking him questions: Where did he come from? Where he learned to fight like that? Where he got his sword and armor? If he could teach her how to fight? The Armored Man just stared at her.

"Daniela, that's enough." Alcina said as she cleared her throat and walked over to her daughter and savior, "I thank you for your but assistance but my daughters and I could have handled them." Alcina said.

"A Lady of your stature doesn't need to sully herself with dirt - it's not worth your time or the time of your daughters. Your time is precious and should be wasted with trivial matters such as this." He said before turning on his heel and jumped so high that he was once again cast in the moon's shadow before he fell in the forest somewhere, leaving the daughters and Lady of the castle just standing there...with a light blush on the lady's face.

[End of Flashback]

"HA HA HA HA HA! Lady Super-Sized Bitch has a crush! Oh, this is so rich!" Heisenberg laughed to the point he almost fell out of his seat.

"Silence, you stupid man-thing! You're just mad that he is more of a man than you will ever be!" Alcina roared at her brother who was going to shout back when...

"Hold on, ya talking that a tall dude - black armor with wolves all over it?" Angie asked from Donna's Lap; Alcina looked at her confused.

"Yes, that's my knight." She said.

The doll burst out laughing.

"Your Knight?! That's Donna's Knight! He saved her just last week!" Angie smiled.

"WHAT?!" Alcina yelled - jealousy clear in her voice.

"Yeah - it was late one night; we were looking for a plant that grew on the edge of the valley wall when..."

[Flashback - The Valley of Mist]

"AHHH!" The Dollmaker cried out as the rock under her feet broke away and she began to fall down into the misty darkness of the valley she called her home - tears in her eyes, reaching for the growing moon in the sky that seemed to get smaller and smaller with each second. She closed her eye, waiting for the sudden impact that would end her life of misery when she felt another force - an arm secured itself around her waist and she was pressed a cold chest, she kept her eye closed until she came to a stop and slowly opened them when she came face-to-face with a metal face in a wolf snarl.

"Are you alright, my lady? That would have been quite an unpleasant fall." The deep voice spoke from the metal wolf's locked jaws - Donna's eyes widened at the shining [E/C] eyes that looked back at her from the holes in the helmet.

"I...I am alright." Donna's voice came in a whisper.

"That is good to hear. Now, let's get you back to your companion." The Wolfish Knight said as he looked up and lunged himself up the wall with one clawed hand while holding Donna with the other, refusing to let her go. The moment they reached the top, Angie ran up to them.

"Donna! Are you alright?" She yelled.

"Worry not, Little Angel; your mother is safe, I was not going to let anything happen to her." The Knight said.

"Who are you?" Angie asked.

"I have no name, Little One." The Knight said as he held his hand out to Angie, "Now, take my hand and I'll get both of you back home, it gets rather dangerous around her at this time of night." He said.

Angie looked at the black clawed gauntlet for a moment before she took it and was pulled into an embrace and sat in her mother's lap before the knight rose to his full height and carried the woman bridal style before jumping into the trees - leaping through them like a Forest Cat - before falling to the ground in front of Beneviento Manor and sat them both on their feet. The knight gave them a nod before turning away and leaping away once again - gone from their sight.

[End of Flashback]

"Well...Just because she knew him first doesn't mean that she can have him." Alcina said.

"And what makes you think you deserve him? He saved us first and Donna even saw his eyes; you didn't have a decent conversation with them." Angie said.

"He is my knight and I shall not let anyone take him from me, not even my little sister." Alcina growled at Angie.

"Hey, you can't claim him for yourself if he doesn't want you!" Donna said as she rose from her seat.

"And what makes you think he wants you, little dollmaker?" Alcina smirked.

"I don't know what he wants but if he were here, I would as him!"

Oh, fate - how you be a lady.

The Window above Mother Miranda's head caved inward and two figures came crashing into the stone floor of Mother Miranda's Chapel - the first being one of Karl's Massive Lycans - The Varcolac - and...

THE KNIGHT?!

He was holding the beast by its head as it tried to sink its teeth into his armor. The Varcolac's hand lashed out and knocked the knight into one of the stone walls - making a large hole in it.

"My Knight!" Both Alcina and Donna yelled out before glaring at each other, "Your Knight?!"

A flash of black bolted out of the hole and metal arms wrapped around the beast's neck before twisting - snapping its neck. The Knight dropped the dead creature and exhaled before the wolf face he wore began cracking and broke away: revealing [H/L] [H/C] hair, [E/C] eyes, [S/C] skin with a scar across the face and...

A feminine face?!

THE KNIGHT WAS A FEMALE?!

The knight looked up at Miranda and the other lords before bowing in apology. "Forgive me for this interrupting, this beast attacked my home and I had to put it down." She said. Alcina was quick and was at the knight's side with her hand on the knight's shoulder.

"It's quite alright, cavalerul meu (My Knight). You had to do what needed to be done to keep your lady safe. If you wish, I can bring you to Castle Dimitrescu for a meal and a safe place to recover; it's the least I can do, Darling." Alcina blushed at her words while the woman in armor just looked at her in confusion before she was pulled away from Alcina.

"Hey, Tall One! It's been a while! Thanks for saving us from that thing. Sorry about your mask, Donna and I can get it fixed for you and you can stay with us while it gets fixed." Angie said while Donna smiled.

"Excuse me?!" Alcina said as she marched up to her little sister, the knight moving back. "I was the one who invited my knight to stay at Castle Dimitrescu while she heals, you can't roach on my bonding time with my future partner!" Alcina yelled at the veiled woman.

"And who said she wants you, Alcina?! Didn't you see if was uncomfortable with the way you were touching her?! It's clear she doesn't want you!" Donna yelled back.

"She does! Don't you, cavalerul meu?!" Alcina turned to the knight...only to find her gone. "What?!" She looked around, "Where did she go?!"

"She jumped back out that window while you two were arguing. Looks like she doesn't want either one of you." Karl smirked.

"SHUT UP, KARL!!!" Donna/Alcina/ and Angie yelled at him.

[End]

#resident evil 8 #alcina dimitrescu x female reader #donna beneviento x female reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #re8 x reader

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haikyuu!! buzzfeed unsolved AU

OK THIS IS THE LAST BUZZFEED UNSOLVED RELATED HEADCANON SET I PROMISE

[edit: check out the link at the bottom of the post for more buzzfeed unsolved au content :)]

hinata and kageyama:

90% of the show is them yelling and nobody watches it with earphones on

both of them believe in ghosts but that doesn't mean they want to see one

hinata will literally go to the bathroom five times before going to the spooky house and kageyama gets mad at him for it but there is Fear in his eyes

producer: 'were you scared?'

kageyama: 'pfft, no'

cameraman: *points camera down to show that kageyama's legs are shaking*

they also bring a shit ton of food with them when they stay the night at a place and they'll deadass be eating while talking about the history of the place

‘this house *crunch crunch* was built in *crunch crunch* 1972'

the producers tell them to stop bringing snacks but fans of the show love it

sometimes they'll shoot a mini mukbang video

SPICY, BARBECUE POTATO FRIES | Mukbang at the Waverly Hills Asylum'

hinata: *looking up how to do a seance on wikihow* it says we gotta offer some food for the spirit

kageyama: *spills the doritos he was eating on the table

*after 20 minutes*

kageyama: fuck this

hinata: *starts eating the doritos*

producer: ...

the ghosts: ..................the, audacity

tsukishima and yamaguchi

pretty much a ryan and shane duo right here

yamaguchi: we'll be visiting this place as part of our ongoing investigation on the question, are ghosts real?

tsukishima: *shakes head*

yamaguchi just wants to see the look of fear in tsukishima’s eyes at least once

yamaguchi: *hears a random thump sound* fUCk tSuKkI a gHoSt!!!

tsukishima: *sees a chair being tossed across the room* huh, the wind is pretty strong today

he likes to stick his head into attics to scare yamaguchi

yamaguchi always carries a water gun full of holy water

yamaguchi: i have holy water with me and i'm not afraid to use it! but i'm also sorry you had to die such a horrible death i hope you find peace soon

tsukishima: *walks into a basement that is supposedly a portal to hell* fuckin’ take me already

so many 'yamaguchi being an angel and tsukishima being a demon for 10 mins' video compilations

daichi and sugawara

a very chaotic buzzfeed unsolved duo

suga, who is satan’s child himself, and daichi, who needs a raise

daichi: hello everyone! this is daichi,

sugawara: and suga

daichi: and you’re watching...

sugawara: jackass!!

daichi:...buzz...buzzfeed unsolved??

daichi started out being afraid of almost every place he had to walk into but after having to deal with the chaotic mess that is suga for an entire season, he no longer Feels Fear

this is because suga will deadass film a tiktok dance video no matter where he is

daichi: suga, someone was literally axe-murdered there

suga: *dancing along to ‘I’m a Savage’ or whatever that tiktok song is called*

daichi: *at cameraman* do you see what i have to deal with every day?’

suga is only genuinely scared by ghosts when his followers point out that a ghost was caught on camera in one of his tiktok videos

suga: *watching the video*

that was the end of suga’s tiktok career

tanaka and nishinoya:

another bunch of loud bois but they are much louder than kageyama and hinata

they’re very much into proving the existence of cryptids and are most known for that episode they spent hunting bigfoot by dressing up to look like bigfoot

tanaka: ‘you know that thing they do in cartoons where they stack on top of each other under a coat so they look like just one big guy?’

nishinoya: ‘ryuu i love you so fucking much’

other guy there who is also trying to catch bigfoot: oMg ItS bIgFooT *takes picture with the blurriest camera he could find*

both of them are very committed in their investigation of the supernatural and they’re very unconventional approaches

nishinoya: *lying on the ground in a creepy basement* EAT MY HEART DEMONS! WE’LL PUT THE VIDEO ON YOUTUBE!

tanaka: *takes out a spirit board* *spells out O-M-A-E W-A M-O S-H-I-N-D-E-I-R-U*

ghost: *spells out N-A-N-I*

tanaka and nishinoya: *screaming*

kuroo and kenma:

kuroo deadass flirts with any ghost or demon they encounter and kenma would sleep over in a haunted asylum for ten bucks

kuroo: *sidles up to the infamous annabelle doll* hey there little lady, what’s a pretty thing like you doing in a locked, glass case with a ‘don’t touch’ sign like this?

kenma: kuroo, there’s a demon inside her

kuroo: well, i’m a bit of a demon myself

kenma: she attempted to choke a guy in his sleep

kuroo: oooh, choking. i can get behind that...

kenma: *looks at camera*

the demon in annabelle: d-daddy??

“kuroo flirting with demons and kenma looking at the camera for 5 minutes”

kuroo’s actually a huge fucking scaredy cat and kenma secretly tries to push him over the edge

kenma: *plays computer-generated screams of the damned on his phone*

kuroo: WHAT WAS THAT?

kenma: ...I didn’t hear anything *looks at the camera as if he was on the office and plays the sound again*

kuroo: i was too scared to close my eyes last night

kenma: i was actually able to catch a bunch of pokemon last night. who knew the winchester mansion is such a hotspot

producer: did you catch any evidence of ghosts?

kenma: ...i caught a gastly

bokuto and akaashi:

bokuto is a die-hard mothman fan and akaashi is emotionally involved in proving that ghosts exist he will stop at nothing

akaashi: all of the evidence on the shadow figures and orbs spotted in this place can only suggest one thing...

bokuto: mothman did it

akaashi: no

bokuto: yes

akaashi: mothman is literally five states away

bokuto: he has wings

during their individual investigations, akaashi has already foreseen how bokuto is going to react

producer: it’s been quiet for a while. do you think bokuto’s no longer scared?

akaashi: oh no. he should be screaming right about now...

bokuto, inside the haunted house: *screams and waves his flashlight around*

akaashi: and then he’s gonna call for help

bokuto: AKAAAAAASHIIIIIIIIII

*few hours later*

bokuto: i saw my life flash before my eyes in there

akaashi: *muttering incoherently near his ‘evidence wall’ full of blurry pictures and red string*

bokuto: i must’ve stared into the abyss at one point

akaashi: this place is fucking haunted. can i go back? it’s for sale right?

ushijima and tendou:

ushijima’s knowledge of ghosts is based on hollywood movies and tendou has exorcised places just by vibing

ushijima: *brings out a pottery wheel* if there are any ghosts in here, you know what to do

he’s actually never watched Ghost he just knows That One Scene

tendou: *naruto-running through the goatman bridge with a go-pro strapped to his head* IT’S MY BRIDGE GOATMAN, IT’S MY BRIDGE!!!

the Goatman Himself: i’ve never felt so fucking scared in my entire fucking life

ushijima believes that chanting in latin will Summon the Ghosts and tendou takes full advantage of that

tendou: *handing ushijima a slip of paper* here, apparently this will summon a full-bodied apparition

ushijima: thanks *begins chanting*

producer, interviewing tendou to the side: okay, what did you make him read this time?

tendou: i typed out ‘let me eat your ass’ in latin on google translate and went from there

cameraman: *zooms in on ushijima chanting*

the ghost haunting the castle: *is confused in French*

in the end neither of them get evidence on ghosts

ushijima: well, we'll have better luck next time

tendou: maybe even revisit this place ?

the ghosts: i know i'm dead but this is the first time i've been scared for my life

[EDIT: for more buzzfeed unsolved au content written by me, check out The Search for the Mysterious Mothman, a headcanon set feat. bokuaka]

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