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b1mbodoll · 9 months

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i dont know why hybrid breeders thought it was a perfect idea to put bunny!you in a cage with wolf!nicho (＞人＜;) he so obviously could break you to pieces but instead he likes to play with you! pulling on your ears and flicking your tail :( it's enough to make you whine everytime but he doesn't care !!!! and eventually when his heat comes, you can tell bcs hes twice as mean when teasing you, pushing you down and lifting your ass up so he could "play with you like normal" but the whole time his hybrid cock is running against your pussy TT n when you get really fussy it gets hard not to fill you all the way up completely (non con) ★★★ literally theres no way you're getting out of his hold! you can cry and try to push him away but hes 10x stronger than you and his heat makes him soooo hot all he can think abt is making your tummy swell up with his pups! (so unrealistic but i know you're into it but imagine him fucking his knot into you so deep it starts pooling out your mouth and your eyes are rolled back and u cant do anything but feel it completely)

love 🎀 anonie!

pairings: nicholas wang x f! reader

warnings: hybrids + inflation + knotting + breeding + blood + noncon + jealousy + a/b/o dynamics + drool + daddy kink + subspace + inflation

💌: i had to prio this bc its so dreamy like 😵‍💫 u included a lot of my fave kinks n tropes n im so thankful i love u so much for swndinf this my way idk how much i can add on bc its lrtrly perfect but i hope i do it justice !

the first time you and nicho r forced into the same cramped cage your heart was racing and ur tail was twitching so bad :( your reaction tugged at nicho’s heartstrings but the lust he felt was overpowering any bit of sympathy. he’s not a complete monster so he doesn’t take your virginity immediately. instead the wolfboy satiates his sick need to torment you by tugging at your loppy ears and mouthing at your cotton tail, strings of saliva coat the entire thing n pool at your asshole.

he doesn’t go any further yet, has to get you used to the “tame” stuff before he can fuck you raw. tries to hold back for as long as he can but the closer he gets to his rut, the less self control he has n it’s your fault he’s got his teeth planted on your shoulder as he slips his cockhead inside. “your pussy is so tiny, bunny,” he murmers, words slightly slurred from the drool escaping him, “gonna fuckin’ tear you apart.”

before he’s able to fill you up completely, nicho’s needed in the breeding room n your handler lets you out into the gated pasture, doing their best to keep you two in seperate enclosures from that moment on.

it’s been a week since your caging situation was sorted n the wolfboy is lucky if he catches a glimpse of you through a fence. words cant describe how furious nicholas is, snarling at the sight of bunny hybrid! euijoo cuddling up to you under a tree wishing he could scare the male into submitting to him n prove to you that he’s the prime mating choice.

it’s not long before your luck runs out and wolf! nicholas corners you after your caretakers have gone to bed. he’s so large and intimidating and his cold stare makes your legs shake with fear. the silence is deafening and he breaks it by asking to play, the question making your blood run cold because in his world, “playing” means letting him grope you n leave bloody lovebites across your chest. he doesn’t bother waiting for a reply because no matter how much you refuse he’s not gonna leave you alone. he needs to touch you.

nicho decides to go about toying with you differently this time. has to put you in your place n get it through your head that you nd your bunnycunt belong to him! snarls when he gets a whiff of euijoo’s scent, “present f’me, slut” he demands and the need to obey is so strong. has you opening your legs immediately, small hands spreading your hole open to expose your pussy. he groans at the sight and his mind becomes cloudy due to his impending rut, cant take the time to prep your cunt for his huge cock so he just opts to get it over with and makes you take his entire length in one go. “knew you’d feel good ‘round my cock,” his voice is thick, “gonna make you have my pups, bun.” more filthy words are directed to you n they have you keening, fucking yourself on his cock faster n faster.

it’s easy to slip into a submissive headspace, the feeling of his balls slapping your clit and knot beginning to inflate are overwhelmingly delicious leaving you no choice but to beg. “pleasepleaseplease cum, alpha! need your knot so bad i hafta make you a daddy!” nicholas fucking howls when his seed shoots directly into your womb and it makes your eyes cross. even after his knot reaches its full size he continues grinding his cock into you, cum getting pushed so deep inside it spills out of your open mouth n trickles down your chin. he’s too far gone and can’t stand the sight of his semen dripping out, cups your jaw with his hands n covers your mouth, makin you choke on the creamy fluid <3

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lovelyhan · 10 months

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hi beloved. i am here to bother you with the idea of cucking shua by fucking jeonghan in front of him and blindfolding him so he cant watch he can only listen to ur moans and get off to the thought of his best friend fucking the life out of you and he cant even see

03:05 — JH & JS

i was supposed to go to bed but then i remembered this ask exists and now i won't do that anymore 🗿

warnings: cuckolding, smut (MINORS DNI)

you love your boyfriend. you love him more than anything in the entire goddamn world. so when joshua lets slip that he wouldn't mind seeing you get fucked by his best friend during a silly game of truth or dare at a night out with friends, who are you to deny him what he wants?

unfortunately for your sweet, sweet shua, jeonghan plays out the fantasy in a much more sinister way.

"hear that, joshuji?" he chuckles and you feel every word breathed against the sensitive skin of your neck. "she's soaking. all wet and ready for a cock that isn't yours. how's that make you feel?"

the words are delivered in a tone that isn't so different from a stereotypical villain that's out to take everything away from the main protagonist. but if there's something you know about the nature of your boyfriend's long-time friendship with jeonghan, it's that they bond over the most unorthodox things.

one being: jeonghan being balls deep inside you while joshua sits helplessly on the plush reading chair near the bed — wrists tied together behind his back while a silk black blindfold robs him of his sight all at once.

"can hear her pretty cunt all the way here," he sighs almost dreamily — what a freak, but you adore him for it anyway. "jeonghan-ah, you better fuck her right. nice and sloppy so i can at least hear what you're doing to my girlfriend."

joshua sounds so awfully casual about the entire thing that it makes you wonder if this odd pair has done this before. you wouldn't really put it past them to be insane enough to do that, but whatever girls they tag-teamed before don't matter.

it's your pussy that they want now.

"h-hannie," you whimper, hips gyrating ever-so slightly to give yourself the friction you craved like a drug. "need you to move."

jeonghan lets slip an amused laugh, pulling his hips back only to force you back onto the mattress with a powerful thrust. you mewl at the sensation, loving the way his cock drags against your velvet heat — the way your insides squelch with his intrusion. he feels so much different from joshua and you find yourself wondering if it makes you such a terrible person to enjoy getting fucked stupid on another man's cock.

"both of you are perfect for each other — so fucking demanding," jeonghan comments. "don't worry, shua. i'll rail our sweet baby so good, she'll keep coming back for more."

as promised, jeonghan makes it sloppy. spit dribbling from his puckered lips and onto the spot where his length disappears inside of you. he fucks the stringy liquid into your tight cunt — making the slide easy and smooth and so fucking divine that you're moaning into the sheets in no time.

jeonghan's heavy balls slap against your thighs with every forward thrust — unrelenting with his vigor as his teeth find purchase on the shell of your ear. "so fuckin' cockhungry, aren't you? couldn't be content with shua's? had to let me fuck this tight little pussy to keep you satisfied?"

he says the words sharply — like a knife to the ribcage before he twists the proverbial handle. but all they do is send another rush of slick gushing out of your hole, soaking jeonghan's cock even more as your eyes flutter open to let your gaze land on joshua.

he isn't putting much of a fight, but you see the way his thighs clench with the itch to get up and stuff you full alongside his best friend. the erection straining against his sweats makes your mouth water, wanting nothing more than to take his heavy length into your mouth as jeonghan fucks you from behind.

"tightest fucking pussy i've ever had," jeonghan hisses as he smooths his hands over your ass — squeezing your perky flesh hard enough to leave angry red marks. you arch your back in pure ecstasy. "you're so unfair, joshuji. keeping such a slutty cunt all to yourself when we could've been filling her up together."

joshua lets out a shaky laugh, bottom lip wedged between his teeth with a no-good smile. "i'll give you a call when she's in the mood to get stuffed by two cocks."

"fuck— she got tighter," jeonghan groans before rolling his hips deep enough to make your eyes roll to the back of your skull. "you like the sound of that, don't you? both your holes filled with cock? or do you want me and shua inside this tight pussy at the same time? you can take it, right?"

"wan' it so bad," you practically sob into the sheets as jeonghan fucks you harder, faster. "need your cum in me, hannie. please, please, please —"

"fuck, you sound so desperate, baby," joshua moans from his spot in the corner, hips bucking ever-so slightly. "begging so fucking prettily for jeonghan's load. shit. i might just come untouched."

the older man simpers, reaching between your thighs to find that sensitive little nub with unrelenting strokes. "you hear that, sweet thing? your pathetic little boyfriend is gonna cream himself to the sound of you begging for my cum. go ahead, baby. come around my cock so i can stuff you full."

his filthy words coupled with the quick, precise circles he's tracing around your clit makes your walls clamp down on him tightly — milking jeonghan's cock as you muffle a long-winded moan into the sheets.

"that's our girl — our cock drunk princess," jeonghan hisses before slamming his hips against your ass one last time, dumping his white hot cum into your hole until it overflows.

it takes you a while to come down from sheer bliss — so disoriented from that mind-shattering orgasm that you belatedly realize that joshua is right in front of you. blindfold missing, restraints undone.

before you can even ask what's going on, your boyfriend is already taking out his rock hard length out of his soiled sweats — all while his best friend's cock keeps his own cum from leaking out of your sloppy hole.

jeonghan smirks.

"your boyfriend deserves some attention too, right baby?"

#seventeen smut #svthub #jeonghan smut #joshua smut #hong jisoo smut #💘 mutuals #june 💐#📝 drabble #lovelyhan #i ended it a lil differently bc i forgot how u worded this on dc #BUT ITS TOO LATE TO CHANGE IT NOW 😔

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missmeinyourbones · 1 year

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dabi + mutual pining 👁️👁️?

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when dabi returns from the bar without an old-fashioned in hand, your interest is piqued.

you can't help but smile at his sulking shoulders and sullen eyes, "why are you drinkless?"

"don’t ask," he waves you off before slumping into the booth beside you.

after a moment of feeling your beady little eyes focused on his through his peripheral vision, he eventually caves.

"forgot my wallet, so i tried flirting with the bartender for a free drink and—"

his voice trails off, admitting defeat as he uses his open palms to gesture to the empty table before him, the one that represents his failure of negotiation (and smooth talking) skills.

and you would be laughing at his misery if it wasn't for the gears busy turning in your head at a tiny detail of his sentence.

"you know how to flirt?"

dabi’s jaw physically drops in disbelief, "and what the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"nothing, i don't know!" you're quick to put out the fire, so you sip your drink and brush off the comment. “i just didn't think it was something you did."

dabi grimaces at your amusement of the whole scenario, so he picks the dry skin from his lips with a defensive sigh.

"i mean, it's not something i do frequently, or to just anyone," he assures, doing his best to keep his voice level. “it's… selective."

"so what i'm hearing is that you're picky."

he looks over to you, and you're enjoying this. cheeks slightly flushed from both the alcohol and the laughter you bite back, you're clearly getting a kick out of his borderline pathetic demise.

he scoffs before turning his head away from you, not wanting to look you in the eye when he bares his next confession.

"i’ll have you know, i flirted with you the first time we met,” he wraps his knuckles on the table to busy his drinkless hands, “y'know, before i got to know you and became repulsed by you."

from the corner of his eye, dabi can see you giggle behind your drink, fiddling with the straw between your lips.

you swirl the ice around in the glass. "the first time we met, you said i had a stupid laugh," you knowingly remind him.

and you expect him to fight the accusation, to defend his flirting skills and recall the memory differently; but when he turns to you with a shrug and tight-lipped smile, everything begins to click for you.

"that's your flirting?” you practically gawk in surprise and he’s tsking away from you once more.

you’re not satisfied though, now giddy with the realization that not only was he bad at flirting, but he’d willingly admitted that he was flirting with you. your smile is blinding, and he would be content with letting it beam, if it wasn’t at his disadvantage in the first place.

“oh god it's worse than i thought. no wonder no one wants to fuck you."

“it's not my flirting that's bad,” he holds a defensive finger to the air, “it's the fact that the person i usually flirt with is a fucking idiot. that’s why i’m not fucking anyone.”

his confession brings a wave of heat to your cheeks, and whatever alcohol was buzzing through your veins seems weak compared to the affect of a few passing words from him.

you clear your throat before shaking your head, "well, maybe you should learn to flirt better. y’know, maybe don't make fun of their laugh within two minutes of meeting them.”

"well, i don't see you coming up with any suggestions," he passes the ball right back to your court.

and you plan to not answer him, prepare to scoff at his silly tease and change the subject. but the more you think about it, the more you let your curiosity get the best of you.

"compliment them," your voice speaks up after a few moments.

dabi’s eyes light up with a mixture of surprise and pride, "on what?"

"anything you like about them," you shrug casually, as if it’s a simple thing you do all the time. as if you’re constantly bathing him in the knowledge of how much you love his expressive eyes, his quick comebacks, his frowns and smiles and everything in between.

and it's not until he laughs under his breath that you realize you've been staring at him for a bit too long. that he’s been returning the eye contact and the two of you have been admiring one another for what should be an uncomfortable amount of time. but it feels relatively natural, like admiring how the moon seems to follow your car window on a midnight drive.

you decide to break the tension and stand with a playful scoff, "it's not that hard.”

dabi’s furrowed brow silently questions your sudden absence, but when you grab your wallet and gesture to the bar, he lights up with realization.

"you owe me one," you mumble while standing.

he smiles and nods in appreciation, and when you're walking away from the table, he calls out to you.

"hey," you turn on your heel to be met with his lazy smirk and a look of mischief glowing in his eyes.

naturally, he grins, "i like your stupid laugh."

#LOVE U FAYE #i couldn’t do this trope without him being a little shit #not edited & requests are closed if anyone even reads these LIL #dabi x reader #dabi x you #dabi fic #dabi blurb #dabi drabble #dabi fluff #touya x you #touya x reader #touya fic

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sipsteainanxiety · 1 year

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waaaa no bc 🥺🥺 it’d been two years since the apocalypse started and society went to shit. you’d been on your own, for the most part, forced to keep moving from place to place as you looked for someone—anyone—who was still alive. you’d lost a lot, you’d gained little, but you were still kicking and breathing. that had to count for something, right?

you thought you’d seen everything, thought you’d become an expert on how to avoid and kill clickers, stalkers, and bloaters alike. but what you hadn’t accounted for were, well, people. who could blame you, though? you’d been by yourself for years.

one moment you were tentatively picking your way to a strange, high-tech fence, the next you were tumbling into a hole feet first. you landed clumsily—your ankle made an odd cracking sound—and you had to bite back a shout as you crumpled to the ground. winded.

how were you supposed to know there were traps in the area? sure you probably could have been more perceptive, but you were caught off guard. and now you were stuck in a hole that was too deep to pull yourself out of with your injured ankle and too steep to climb. you resigned yourself to sitting on the ground with your pistol gripped tightly in your hand. your eyes never once left the opening of the hole.

surely whoever dug this hole—made this trap—would still be around, right? you swallowed thickly.

you were lucky that he was.

katsuki, when he found you hours later, was a surprise you hadn't been expecting. you heard his steps before you saw him peek into your little hole. you didn’t think he expected to see the barrel of a gun pointing up at him, but then again, neither did you. he was the first person you’d seen in ages—you lowered your gun first. he glared down at you with ruby eyes that seemingly seared right through your soul.

it took a lot of convincing on your part, assuring him that you weren't infected. he didn't believe you, of course he didn't, and he was more than willing to leave you in the hole to die if you were lying. but... he hadn't seen another person in so long... his resolve wavered. he brought over a ladder to get you out and before you could even step foot out of the hole, he scanned you. green. you were safe. still, he didn't let his guard down.

he took you to his home base—a heavily fortified area beyond that same high-tech fence you'd seen. there was no infected in sight. now that your adrenaline had faded away, you could feel the shooting pain in your ankle. you sheepishly asked him if he had a medkit as you awkwardly limped behind him. he... wasn't much for conversation.

katsuki gave you clothes, let you shower. he dropped off a large medkit in the bedroom he'd let you have so you could wrap up your ankle. he had running water, working lights. he had a garden and a little farm. and he was alone.

you could tell he'd had his fair share of loss as well. it lingered in the air, potent at times. but still, he'd made something peaceful in these exhausting, terrifying times. a little safe haven that he dedicated hours and hours to cultivating and protecting. you respected that.

your ankle worsened overnight, became swollen and painful to stand on. so he let you stay, albeit begrudgingly. sending you back out into the wilderness would be a death sentence and he knew that. but you had to pull your weight—as much as you could, anyways. you didn't mind. you had your skills you'd developed over the years.

days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months. he didn't bother to kick you out, even after your ankle had fully healed. he'd grown used to you, and you to him. you helped him with his chores. you had dinner with him every evening. you woke up with him in the morning to go on little jogs around the fence perimeter. you shared quiet laughs and grim acknowledgements. you had your highs, and you had your lows.

it was only inevitable, you think, that you'd both become so tightly intertwined together that it was difficult for you to be separated.

katsuki kissed you, one night, after the sun had set and you both stood out on his house's porch, staring out into the darkness. fireflies dotted the air. the wind's cool caress along your face was replaced by his warm palm. he kissed you like you were the only thing that mattered—like you were the only thing tethering him to the earth. he told you, in a hushed voice, that he had something to protect, now, with you by his side. he had never known fear until you squirmed your way into his heart.

things changed, that night, for the better. your life—once so tainted by fear and blood—had turned into something so much sweeter in a way you didn't think was possible. you had him and he had you.

and together you would both love each other. for a long, long time.

#no one talk to me i am still devastated after tlou ep3 #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki x reader #bakugou x you #bakugou drabble #i woke up sad the other day cuz i was still thinking abt bill & frank PLSSSS #tw apocalypse #fun fact: eventually u and katsuki gain friends thru the radio #kiri asido kami sero #and u all live together in that lil neighborhood<3

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rosedom · 2 months

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ⓘ THIS EVENT IS NOW CLOSED.

"it's high time for an open competition, now, isn't it? welcome to . . . ROSEY'S NSFW ALPHABET EVENT !!

ft. genshin impact male characters

send me an ask of one of the genshin guys with the letters u want to see me answer !! characters will be sub && bottom, and most likely FTM.

for example:

"aether with letters A, B, C, D, & E?"

ⓘ pls be warned that my headcanons are not guaranteed to match yours. by now, you know my blog and know how i roll: what i list will be aligned as such.

"choose a character and select the letters down below of what you would like answered. have fun choosing your opponent and your plays, [PLAYER] !!"

A = aftercare (what he's like after sex, what he needs from his partner)

B = body part (his favorite body part of his and also his partner’s)

C = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

D = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of his)

E = experience (how experienced is he? does he know what he's doing?)

F = favorite position (this goes without saying . . . )

G = goofy (is he more serious in bed? is he playful, humorous? etc.)

H = hair (how well groomed is he? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I = intimacy (how is he during the moment? the romantic aspect !)

J = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

K = kink (one or more of his kinks)

L = location (favorite places to do the do)

M = motivation (what turns him on and really gets him going)

N = no (something he wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

O = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

P = pace (does he prefer fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Q = quickie (his opinions on quickies, how often he likes them, etc.)

R = risk (is he game to experiment? does he take risks? etc.)

S = stamina (how many rounds can he go for? how long does he last?)

T = toys (does he own toys? does he use them? how often? on a partner or himself?)

U = unfair (how much he likes to tease)

V = volume (how loud he is, what sounds does he make, etc.)

W = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

X = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes !!)

Y = yearning (how high is his sex drive?)

Z = zzz (how quickly he falls asleep afterwards . . .)

ⓘ template taken from 【 x 】 && slightly edited to fit my preferences.

this is relatively informal, so please do not be shy !!

1 APR. 2024, @rosedom, rosey .

#ㅤ✦【 EVENT 】#alphabet #this is not an april fool's joke i just noticed it was april 1. this is fr ヽ(*。>Д<)o゜#ANYWAY ! thank u guys SO MUCH for 1.1k followers ><#genshin impact #genshin smut #sub genshin #sub character #bottom character #top reader #dom reader #have fun guys !! i'll have a lot of fun writing lil' drabbles for this ^^

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stealingyourbones · 2 years

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I can see Danny's ghost side affecting his human side and he starts to develope something along the lines of poliosis. After meeting the Bat Clan and meeting Jason in particular, they bond over their deaths and having white streaks of hair.

Oh Danny having matching white hair stripes with Jason is truly beautiful I love it so much.

Danny’s hair is like frighteningly white. Like people will normally assume that you’ve dyed your hair if you have a white streak in your hair at that young age.

Danny has absolutely no idea how to respond to the questions people bombard him with asking what hair dying processes he went through. Dying black hair to pure white takes some potentially dangerously strong levels of bleach and has a very high possibility of permanently damaging your hair if you do it wrong.

Danny’s go to response that it’s actually a medical issue and not hair dye normally makes people back off but on this one day this person just won’t stop asking. They continue to pester and ask exactly the medical condition and what was the cause of said condition. Danny feels trapped and is very overwhelmed but suddenly the person backs off.

Danny looks up to see a very tall and intimidating guy with a leather jacket berating his inquirer on personal privacy and keeping to yourself before turning to Danny.

The biker’s eyes slightly widen taking in Danny’s appearance and smiles in what could almost be a friendly grin for a Gothamite. “Well I’ll be damned. We match.”

Sure enough, the big biker guy has an almost identical white streak in his hair to Danny’s.

Danny’s nervous grin he had plastered onto his face shifts into a genuine smile. He light heartedly shrugs his shoulders, “Guess we do. Small world and all that.”

“Yeah… Speaking of small world kid, your voice sounds familiar, have we met?”

Actually… now that the guy said it, his voice sounded familiar as well. Danny wracked his brain for any possible previous meetings with this guy. At first he thought it was just a coincidence but then he remembered the phone call he interrupted and then joined in with Dick heckling and chatting to someone on the other end.

“Oh shit, YOU’RE Jason?!”

#danny phantom #dp x dc #dpxdc #dc comics #writing prompts #dp x dc prompt #bones replies #marsturtleduck #ok ik the dialogue is rough but again #IM WORKIN ON IT #I think it needs more description in between the words but I don’t know what to fixxxxxx #eh it’s good enough I’d say #anyways I hope u enjoy my lil Drabble!

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maskyartist · 5 months

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@mirrow-hamato and @warning-heckmouth both have violently infected me with brainworms after seeing their posts on Clay being the one in the Diamond instead of Floyd so may I offer y’all fine Clay lovin folks-

A lil bit of my own personal Crystal Clear Clay AU :)

Under the cut don’t wanna make it long but yeah lil ficlet under the cut cause this concept has me insane bonkers crazy! And if I can’t draw it may as well write it

The room was dark and quiet. The air, cold and empty, as lifeless as the little creature trapped in its cage feels in this moment. Then again, is it new? To feel so much smaller? So much weaker?

Clay curls up in the silence of the recording booth, tail tucked neatly under his head as he stares at his reflection in the crystalline wall of his Diamond prison.

How long has it been? Since he’s been stolen away from the Putt Putts? How long has he been syphoned of his essence, of his talent? How long has he had to deal with the constant existence that was Velvet and Veneer? And Crimp, too, he supposes.

He really doesn’t like Velvet. Then again, she doesn’t like him, either. They were aiming for Floyd. Clay may not know much beyond the walls of the Putt Putt Greens, but he knows his brothers. Remembers them well enough. He knew Floyd would always strive for bigger and better things. He thrived under the spotlight, it shouldn’t surprise him that’s who the twins wanted. Floyd would’ve made a great solo career…

They didn’t get John Dory, the leader with a voice that could truly project across entire stadiums, no microphone required.

They didn’t get Spruce, the confidence, the posture, the heartthrob personality that must be carrying him now. He was such a charmer.

They didn’t get Floyd, who’s already incredible enough for reasons stated earlier.

Even Bitty B…sweet little Branch. The voice of an angel, that’s what he had. He would rather die then let his babiest brother get hurt like this, but he knows.

Anyone is better then Clay.

“Which one was he again…? The stupid one or something?” Veneer asks, mostly to his sister as he looks Clay over in his newly obtained prison.

“The uh…the fun one.” Clay murmured. “I’m the fun one.”

“Since when?” Velvet plucked the capsule from Veneer’s hands to glare at him. Clay was never tough. He just presses further into the Diamond walls. She rolls her eyes and looks at her brother. “This is why I don’t let you do important tasks! We were supposed to get a talented one, not some run down side-show!”

Veneer pouts at his sister, crossing his arms. “He’s still part of Brozone! Maybe he’s got some talent left?”

“There better be! That’s the only reason we needed one of them, and this one better be worth it!” Velvet huffs. “Hopefully, we’ll find some actual talent on the way home.”

He’s not stupid. Probably one of the smartest out of his brothers, at this point. He knew from the moment the band became popular he was no one’s favorite. Always the other brother. Always the yellow one. People never knew his name. Just his title. He never got much fanmail, or cheers, or anything, really. He was just…

The funny one. And now he’s not even that anymore.

Even more humiliating, Clay was no one without that title. No one without the band. No one without his brothers. He wanted to find people who respected him, took him seriously, and now…

A sigh. Clay stares at the purple walls of his prison and can only do one thing.

Accept defeat, and wait for whatever happens next-

*clatter! clang!*

-…maybe the AC’s acting up. Doesn’t change that Clay can only give up hope and-

*BAM!*

“MR. CLAY!”

-“Viva?!”

Jolting to his feet, Clay races to the very front of his prison, paws presses to the Diamond wall as he watches Viva land with surprising accuracy. If he wasn’t so amazed, he’d give her 10 across the board. What a landing, ladies and gentlemen, what a landing, indeed.

Feeling Viva’s paws press to his, the warmth radiating through the thick crystal walls, makes Clay relax with a happy smile. He didn’t think seeing a familiar face would feel so good.

“You still have my braid?” Viva asks, causing Clay to smile brighter. She loves braiding peoples hair, and Clay was her favorite subject, since his tends to stick in strange places.

Just before he was stolen away, Viva managed to put a small braid in his hair while he was asleep. Took him all day to figure out it was there. Now…

He shrugs. “Looks too nice to get rid of now, dontcha think?” He runs a paw through the braid. A few strands stick out here and there, but he can fix it. He will fix it. He can’t lose this piece of her.

Turning to the task at hand, Clay gazed at Viva. “What’re you doing here? How did you even find me?” He has to ask, because there’s no way. There’s no possible way-

Viva gives him a nervous smile. “Well, after you got taken, I might’ve spent some time alone…thinking…”

Clay’s heart aches. He didn’t want to scare Viva. He promised to always be there for her. Be by her side. Never leave like the people she had before. They were family, forever and always. And yet…

With a shake of her head, the cheeriness returns full force. “I couldn’t leave you out here to dry! So, I followed the footsteps, and after a bit of sneaking and searching, BAM!” A powerful karate slice in the air. Viva flashes Clay a broad grin, all fangs and fake confidence. “I found you!”

Clay can’t help but be stunned.

“You left the village…to find me?” Clay whispers, utterly astonished at the idea. Why would she? Just for him? “But, aren’t you scared?”

“Oh, terrified!”

Same ol’ Viva, it seems…

She presses harder on the Crystal, determination clear on her face. “But it’s like we always say. No Troll left behind. Not again.”

With that, Clay watches as Viva backs up to reach into her hair, pulling out two large sticky hands. Holding the leads like whips, she tosses both atop the bottle and steadies her footing. Then, the bottle begins to tip. Back and forth, back and forth. Clay is wobbled here and there, only catching up to her plan on his second hit into a wall. She’s trying to…unscrew the top? With the sticky hands, it seems. Clay would have more hope, but…

“Viva-!” Ouch, now he’s on the floor again. And thrown against a wall. And on the floor. Wall. Floor. Wall again, or is this meant to be the floor?

“VIVA, STOP!”

The Diamond stops with a clatter, Clay finally sitting up with steadiness again. Oof, he thinks he might hurl… The container has been tipped to its side, and Viva clearly hasn’t heeded his advice, as she now uses the sticky hands as grips for her paws to dig and attempt to twist the top off.

“Hold on!” She struggles, voice hitched as she tries her hardest. It’s like with the tunnel, watching her bloody her paws trying to dig through rubble and debris for just a chance to find them all again. “I can do it! I can! I’ll get you home, a-and we’ll all be safe again.”

“Viva…”

“We’ll fortify the defenses! You’re super good at that! Maybe a thicker door?”

“Viva.”

“More turf, too, could definitely use more turf. Is it a bad idea to pull our pods underground-?”

“Viva!”

Finally, she stops, staring at Clay who stares right back. He wants to hold her face. He wants to wipe her panicked tears and swear up and down it’ll all be okay.

Instead, all he can do is lay his paws on the wall, and feel her warmth as she moves from sticky hand to Diamond. Just to indulge him… She’s too selfless sometimes.

“This case…” A shake of his head. “It’s made of Diamond. Enchanted Diamond. There’s one thing can shatter Enchanted Diamond.”

“Ah-hah!” Viva grins. “I’ll find a Diamond breaking Hammer and come back-!”

“No, Viva, the perfect family harmony!” Clay stomps his foot. “It’s gotta be the perfect family harmony. That’s the only magic we Trolls have that’s strong enough to shatter Diamond.”

“Oh…” Tail wrapped around her leg, Viva gives Clay a furrowed brow. “And that means…”

“I’d need my brothers.” Clay finishes. The utter hopelessness on his face makes Viva wilt herself. She knows about his brothers. He wasn’t exactly shy about it, the many years after his return to the pod, the escape from the Burgens, they had time to connect and grow close. Viva knows as much about Clay as he knows about her.

She knows how bad it was for Clay. How awful he’d feel. How forgotten he’d feel. To know it’s going to take those same brothers to save him…she must know it’d be impossible. Viva is idealistic, she’s not stupid. Not by a long stop.

He’d feel guilty, but…he can’t feel much of anything as realization crashes into him like a speeding train. “My brothers…who are so scattered, we never even sent letters…”

The brothers who must’ve fully, and completely, forgotten him by now.

“Mr. Clay, please, this can’t be the only way!”

“It is, Viva.” He admits quietly. “This is it. If I could tell you where they were, I would, but I can’t.” Clay chokes out. Because why wouldn’t he? Why can’t it hurt, knowing just how forgotten he is? Why didn’t he ever try and find them? He’s so stupid, so, so, stupid-

Just then, before Viva can say anything, the doorknob clicks open, and Clay slams his paws against the Diamond to get her attention faster then the opening door could. “You have to go. Now!”

“But, Clay-!”

“GO!” Clay demands, nearly rattling the bottle as he pushes against the Diamond, trying to push Viva towards an exit. “If they trap you too, we’re helpless!”

“Clay…”

The chatter is getting closer. Clay stares Viva right in the eye.

“Viva, you are the smartest, strongest Troll I have ever met, and I’m so proud to call you my Queen.” Putt Putt needed a ruler, after all. “So please, do this for your people… They can’t be left without a ruler.”

With a disgruntled face, a moment of hesitation, Viva grabs her sticky hands and yanks them off the Diamond casing, flinging them to the air duct above the table.

“I’LL COME BACK FOR YOU!” She swears. “I’LL FIND A WAY TO SAVE YOU! WHATEVER IT TAKES! NO TROLL LEFT BEHIND!”

Her voice fades as she tucks into the air duct, right as-

“Alright, who’s ready to start recording!”

“Ugh, Crimp! You’re already being annoying and we just got here!”

“Go be a pest somewhere else.”

-Clay sighs in relief as Velvet, Veneer, and Crimp pile into the room just as Viva manages to slip away.

Now to just make it though the day. Something that is much, much harder then it sounds.

At least it’s easy to allow that throbbing pain of having the literal talent sucked out of him to fade away when he’s lost in thought, thinking of Viva, reciting his favorite books by heart in his head…

Yet, he’s not even safe in his mind. Not when he knows the truth.

“I’LL FIND A WAY TO SAVE YOU! WHATEVER IT TAKES!”

It’d take a damn miracle to get his brothers together for long enough to practice, let alone save him from this.

“NO TROLL LEFT BEHIND!”

Then why did he leave them behind? Why was he so selfish? Why was he so stupid? And why is he still stupid, hoping they’ll magically appear, just as Viva promised?

Clay simply takes to using the reflection in his Diamond prison as a mirror to adjust his braid. Viva was the one to put it in just before his Trollnapping, after all.

At least he has one good family to hold onto…

Makes it hard to know he’ll be leaving them behind, too.

He’s such a terrible brother…no wonder he’s forgotten.

#masky’s penmenship #ficlet #Drabble #trolls #trolls dreamworks #brozone #trolls clay #Clay trolls #trolls Viva #Viva trolls #how do u tag these lil shits????

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sttoru · 6 months

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idk who needs to hear this but write what the fuck u want man 😭😭 drabbles & long fics about whatevaaaaa. jus do what YOU want, not because you feel obligated to

#𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆.#not targeted at all just an observation i made over the few months on here on tumblr #the x reader tags are full w the same generic content and same tropes #and some of the writers who make such posts do say that they do that bcs it gets the most notes #especially the same smut ideas #…what do yall readers like sm about that anyway? reading the same thing over and over has to be exhausting HELP no shade #I WANNA KISS U ALL ON THE FOREHEAD MANNN #WRITE WHATEVER UR HEART DESIRES #ur blog = ur posts #ik it’s how tumblr works; u wanna get notes to gain traction & stuff #but if u only do that over and over and only write bcs u feel like u ‘MUST’ to write a certain smut trope #its gonna get tiring one day i promise #also one of the reasons why i left my previous account #phewwwww #AAAAND im not saying to not write those lil drabbles or whatever #I DO THAT TOOOOO #but my point is : do not limit yoursef to them!!!!!!!#vent cw #cw vent

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kivaember · 2 months

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im sleepy from work so im just like. gonna write a cute little coffee shop au drabble of rusty teaching 621 to ride a bicycle ok

Raven was rarely self-conscious. It wasn't because he lacked any sense of shame or awareness, but because Walter and the Hounds had taught him early on that it was pointless to stress over the opinions of complete strangers. It was a liberating mindset to have, and he stuck by it religiously.

However...

"It's alright, buddy, I'm here. I won't let you fall."

...it seemed there were some things that still got him flustered.

Raven fought down the flush he could feel scorching his cheeks, painfully aware of Rusty's hand against his own. It was a bright summer's day, which brought with it a sticky heat that made Raven horribly aware of how hot and sweaty he was - how hot and sweaty his hand was.

But that wasn't what was flustering him. Around him people ambled past, enjoying their time at the sprawling public park while the weather was good, not paying much attention to Raven, awkwardly perched on a bicycle, and Rusty, who was gently keeping him upright by holding onto the handlebars.

"Just try cycling slowly, and get your balance," Rusty said, either politely ignoring or oblivious to Raven trying not to spontaneously combust. "Once you've got your rhythm, I'll let go, alright?"

Raven nodded stiffly, and cautiously he lifted his foot from where it was braced on the cycle path, immediately keeping the bicycle try to pitch to the side. He made a small noise - startled - but Rusty tightened his grip on the handlebars, easily keeping him upright through pure strength alone.

"I've got you," Rusty murmured.

Argh.

Raven couldn't really pinpoint what was getting him so hot and bothered and self-conscious about this whole scenario. He'd been intrigued when Rusty floated the idea of teaching him to ride a bike - so that they could go on bike rides together sometime - but now that he was sitting on said bike, in public, with Rusty murmuring gently at him, hand over his... he felt like he was going to explode, his stomach a nest for carnivorous butterflies.

What a novel experience, he couldn't help but muse, I hate it.

But he tried to power through it. He started to pedal, awkwardly, and the bike moved forwards at a snail's pace. Rusty walked alongside, keeping him steady, and the bike gradually picked up speed.

"You're doing just fine, buddy," Rusty said. "See? Not even a wobble this time. I'm gonna let go in a sec, okay?"

Raven nodded stiffly, horribly aware that his face was likely bright red, and his heart leapt in his chest when Rusty let go as he warned, taking away that steady support.

The effect was immediate: his bike wobbled, and Raven sharply turned the handlebars to counteract - only to feel himself start to pitch, so frantically turned them the other way-!

"Whoa, whoa-!" Rusty hurriedly grasped onto the handlebars, stopping him from colliding right into a lamppost and steering him back down the path. "That was close...!"

Raven groaned quietly, and lowered his foot onto the ground, stopping the bike.

{I'm too bad at this,} he signed.

Rusty laughed. "Everyone's bad when they first start."

Logically, Raven knew that, but illogically he still felt self-conscious and embarrassed. He wasn't sure why... it wasn't that he was embarrassed about struggling to ride a bike in public, he didn't care what people thought when looking on-

Oh.

Raven looked at Rusty, realisation dawning. No, he wasn't embarrassed about struggling in public, but in front of Rusty...

Since they'd met, Raven had excelled in most things they did together. Building model kits, fighting in the AC arena, playing video games... Raven lost in their little competitions, but he never failed. Even that disastrous hiking attempt they'd tried, Raven hadn't felt all that embarrassed about it because it had been a health issue - even if he did feel guilty about ruining Rusty's plans.

This was different. This was him humiliating himself over a simple activity that children as young as five could achieve. This wasn't the first time he'd almost crashed, or fallen over, or whatever. They'd been at this all morning, and he still couldn't cycle more than a handful of seconds by himself before pitching or swerving wildly.

His shoulders slumped slightly. Rusty had been pretty excited about the idea of them cycling together too...

{I'm really bad,} he signed, not bothering to hide his despondancy. {I'm taking too long to learn, I'm sorry.}

Rusty didn't immediately say anything, and Raven avoided making eye contact. After a pause, Rusty sighed quietly and rested a hand atop of his head, his fingers gently running through Raven's hair.

"Hey, it's alright. This is just the first lesson, so it's not like I'm expecting you to be a cycling master after a few hours," he said gently. "But... if it's stressing you out, we can just leave it here. I don't want you to force yourself if you're not enjoying it, Raven."

Ugh, that wasn't what Raven meant! Rusty was always making compromises for him like this... just once, Raven wanted to compromise for him!

Raven ducked his head out from under Rusty's hand, and when his boyfriend made a puzzled noise, pushed off the ground and started cycling hard.

"Ah-!? Raven-!??"

No more hesitating. No more moping. He was going to become a good cyclist, no matter how clumsy or bad at steering he was! He was going to catch up to Rusty-!

"Raven! Wait, wait, wait! You're going off the path- RAVEN! THE POND-!"

One unintentional pond dive and a broken bike wheel later, it was mutually agreed that maybe they should've started with training wheels...

#armored core #armored core 6 #v.iv rusty #c4 621 #viv621 #cute drabble fluff #when ur tired so u just write cute lil' drabbles....#coffee shop au

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serenescribe · 9 months

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Three sentence meme!

Lilia staying up at night to comfort young Silver who had a nightmare~

[✐meme] three sentence fic meme [✐] ficlet frenzy

Spindly fingers smooth over a trembling back, an arm curling a little tighter around Silver as Lilia pulls him closer into his warm embrace. "Steady now, dear," he coos, his words calm as he feels his son hiccup in his arms, trying to get his breathing under control. "It was only a nightmare; I am perfectly fine, see?"

Still, for all his concentrated efforts to keep his composure, ensuring his words are measured and soothing, the fae cannot help the sliver of uncertainty that has wedged itself within his heart — Silver is only seven, fresh into his training for his future knighthood, so how is it that he is already having such vivid nightmares about his father's demise?

(Another part of him wonders — as he soothes the boy, tucking him back into bed as he sweeps stray strands of hair out of his eyes — how has he earned such loving affection to the extent where Silver's worst fear is to see Lilia die before his very eyes?)

#my writing tag #ficlet frenzy #tumblr drabbles tag #twst #twisted wonderland #lilia vanrouge #twst silver #twst writing #twst fanfiction #aaaa is this anything?#tbh i reblogged that prompt to get practice writing on a whim from my phone #god i hope this lil drabble makes sense u-u

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tojisun · 6 days

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Soap wearing 91 aka tyler seguin number 👀👀 where his sports illustrated body issue 🤣

HHHHH the way id buy/trade for mactavish (91) (or all of ‘specgru’) hockey cards!!

i need johnny in this fr

#anon #ask #didnt expect how a lot of u appreciated that silly lil drabble 🥺 thank you sm

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 2 months

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Okay, Ari, I NEED TO VENT.

I am just OBSESSED with the vision of Suguru growing old, and maybe, if he wants to, having kids, like UGH how cute is that?

And he would look SO GOOD TOO.

Definitely one to grey late (not that it matters that much, but still, that's my vision).

AND JUST UGH he'd be so loving towards everyone – his partner, his friends, his children (the girls and any other if he has any), dogs, cats, birds, whatever

Now I'm just going to go into a little corner and cry.

REAL ASF OF U ANON ‼️‼️‼️‼️ i think abt this all the time too……. sugu w gray hair is just 😵‍💫😵‍💫 JUST……. sooooooo attractive it hurts. ohhh he would be such a silver fox…… i’m obsessed

AND OFCCC HE WOULD BE SO LOVING AND CARING <3333 i think he mellows out and matures so much with age …. his devotion turns into something so soft and grounding. 🥺🥺 i need him so bad he would be the BEST husband i won’t take any criticism….. personally i don’t rlly see him having any biological kids BUTTT HE WOULD TOTALLY ADOPT NANAMIMI and a bunch of kitties :333 maybe a dog too …… and ofc he would just be the sweetest papa ever!!! T—T he rlly is just. so full of love. i think he becomes so much more open with it as he ages and it flows out so naturally. he’s a lover he’s a father he’s the only man ever <33

#THANK U FOR SPEAKING UR TRUTH ANON!!!#my brain changed entirely when i saw that One owwllly art + read kairo’s sugu fic … 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫#now i’m constantly thinking abt silver fox sugu…… or sugu’s silver fox dad ……… sigh.#my weakness will always be dilfs i fear #would love to write smth abt an older sugu at some point hehe :33 just a lil domestic drabble… one day maybe!!#ask tag ✩

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raitrolling · 17 days

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Aren't I hurting anyone? Perhaps it's time for me to tear apart For what it is I've been Denote my place within humanity Projecting by my will I've been amassing solid iron claws Ignore the rottenness My recitals will decay in a flash

Happy birthday @cloudbattrolls! my buddy, my pal, my partner in writing hilarious and occasionally deeply cursed crimes

here's your blender gremlin :]

(full view)

#raidiculous artings #guardian artifice #cloudbattrolls #i like the funny security system :]#kinda unintentionally gave it a new outfit cuz i forgot you drew a fullbody ref of the overalls until i went deeper in its tag #and by that point id already finished the lineart and was just. Ah shit. oh well i think these overalls are cute too #and the shoes were taken from its ref on its profile #also wanted to give a nod to some of its Blade Forms as well #so youve got the wings from the drabble w. gliese. the raptor-like tail. and of course The Claw #i was kinda going for a spiky look for the tail but was also thinking like. spine bones? w. the individual segment design #and also added some cables and wires to the wings for a more mechanical look #shading metal is simultaneously fun and hell on earth. i like just slapping shading and highlights next to one another #and when i first uploaded it it looked like tumblr completely killed the quality and i was legit about to cry LMAO #thankfully it looks like it fixed itself #but i hope u like it! i went all-out on this one #also fun fact that song is one i also associate with glas for the Vibe. but i think the nonsensical lyrics fit arty as well #i was also considering Between Two Worlds by Mili but it seemed too dramatic for my goofy lil chibi LMAO

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surunoita · 1 year

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okay i'm gonna post this in the hopes that tumblr doesn't nuke me for artistic nudity but here's some warmups i did of my character austin (they/them) in the blood moon universe <3 idk what else i could say but blood moon (by @barbwritesstuff ) was and is a huge inspiration to me and i could talk about it for hours so i'll just tell you to go play it :-) <33

#suruart #blood moon #blood moon game #blood moon if #barbwritesstuff #i know i already posted the cropped werewolf but heres the whole shabang #also if tumblr is still making my pictures look like pixel soup pls click the image mwah <3 #spent three hours writing a v angsty v self indulged lil drabble about austin and sergi today so i'm in a mOOD #listened to daughter's new album while writing it and u can definitely tell LMAO #anyway i'm never posting it because i'm embarrassed but just wanted to let y'all know where my head's at

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carronyaflowers · 8 months

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golden photo finish

There was a small glow in the living room that night. Eve was held in Papa’s glowing arms as he swayed along to Daddy playing on the piano, his fingers also glowing as he played. For as long as she could remember, Papa and Daddy glowed like that once in a while. She thinks she heard her school teacher talk about people glowing in one of their classes but she was busy watching the dim little lights glow from hers and Georgie's, her best friend, forefingers.

Then after an afternoon with her grandmere, she learned the truth about the glowing. She had asked about it when she saw a picture framed in her house, only it wasn’t really a picture because it was just blank, not exactly white but maybe sort of yellowish, or like the sun, or maybe the cute little flower that grows in Auntie Vivi’s backyard.

When Daddy picked her up that day from grandmere, she had a souvenir from the house, and something that she thinks she’ll want to bring to school for show and tell. After all, it is now her favorite picture, and Teacher Grace did say that they can bring anything they want as long as they like it enough.

That friday, Eve sat through the class petting Georgie’s little turtle as they listened to Mary talk about her one-eyed cat, which she didn’t bring. She only showed the cat’s picture because the cat was kinda rude to strangers, according to Mary, though Eve thinks that Mary’s cat would warm up to her should she meet it because Sassy and Jimmy are always nice to her.

“Good job Mary! I hope that next time, we would be able to meet Fred. Let’s give five claps for Mary everybody.”

After giving Mary her five claps, it was now Eve’s turn to share her favorite thing.

“Hi Teacher Grace and classmates. Today, I’m sharing my favorite picture of my Daddy and Papa.”

And as she turned the picture to face her classmates, the confused faces of everyone did not surprise her, and even gave her a giggle. “Why is it blank, Eve?”

“It’s not blank silly, it’s my daddy and papa crossing the finish line together when they used to drive cars. My grandmere said that people call it a photo finish because they were so close together when they finished the race. And I know that it looks blank, but that’s because of all the soulmate glow that daddy and papa shared that time. Mamie said that their love was so much and good and pure that their whole bodies glowed so so bright and that when people tried to picture them, all the camera could see was golden light!"

#just a lil drabble and it's probably bad mb mb #but yh it's a little soulmate au (sorry if that wasn't obvi) and kidfic #and it's lestappen if that wasn't also obvi (I"M SO SORRY sabog na po ate gurl niyo sa acads niya)#send me a chat or an ask if u want to ask about this little au tho i'll probably be inactive until i finish my proposal but yhh!! go for it #someday i'll post this in all its entirety if i finish writing it but it's just this now #lestappen #lestappen fic #charles leclerc #max verstappen #carronya.writes

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