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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 3 months

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Hello! Could you please write full headcanons on the M6 getting home one day to find MC dead? They're not actually dead, their body is just vacant after a spell went horribly wrong, but M6 have no way of knowing that.

Thank you!

The Arcana HCs: When M6 think MC is dead

~ @arson-the-ace oh, this. this is going to hurt, isn't it. ~

CW for descriptions of panic attacks, bodies that seem dead, references to past trauma, and your beloved in lots of pain

-- to set the scene --

It was supposed to be an experiment, to see if it was possible to put your body in a preserved or frozen state when you left it behind to visit the magical realms. You did not expect the result to be your body looking and acting like a fresh corpse, or for the spell to have a three hour cooldown time before you could reinhabit it. Your incorporeal self sighs and sits next to your body, resigned to the boredom of waiting it out.

Until, minutes later, the door opens and your beloved walks in, and you have no way of telling them what happened.

Julian

Already fears the worst as soon as he sees you sprawled on the floor - his plague doctor experience with visiting the sick has his instincts fine-tuned for recognizing an unrecoverable patient

Trips over himself in his scramble to get to you and gets a nasty bump on his knee, but doesn't register a thing because he's finally reached for you and he's looking for a sign of life

A pulse. An exhale. The twitch of your eyes moving below your eyelids, anything, anything to tell him that you can be saved

He rolls you onto your back and tries to give you CPR, but he's breaking down too much already for any of it to be effective

Chest compressions turn into him ripping his gloves off, trying to find any of the warmth you've shared with him

Mouth-to-mouth turns into a choked sob against your cold cheek

He can't bring himself to keep going. Each failed attempt at reviving you gets his hopes up only to rip them to shreds again

He doesn't want to move forward. He doesn't want to go ahead with laying you to rest. He doesn't want to leave this drafty wooden floor, without a blanket or a pillow to keep you comfortable

And he can't stand up

He sits cross-legged on the floor, lifting your head onto his lap and laying his coat over you in lieu of a quilt

You watch him droop over your body, shivering in the drafty room without his layers, voice catching and breaking on quiet sobs as he sings you the lullaby his parents sang him before the shipwreck

By the time your eyes flutter open, his voice is gone

He's happy to see you - he's so, so happy to see you, but he keeps hovering over you like he never knows if you're about to collapse for good next time

If you love him, you'll wait a long, long time to do any more magic

Asra

They thought you were playing some kind of game, at first

He walked into the upstairs apartment to see you sprawled on the floor and teasingly called out your name, playfully asking what new mischief you were up to as he hung up his coat

And then you didn't answer them

As soon as he felt that old dread seize his stomach, he was hurrying across the room and asking you what was wrong

They can feel their own body growing cold as they touch your frozen one, pressing a trembling hand to your chest in search of the heartbeat they moved heaven and hell to give you

He's panicking, breaths coming quick and short. The motions of his arms trying to pull you closer to him are far too similar to his frantic digging in the ash filled sands of the Lazaret

They don't know what's worse - the images flashing across their eyes of your charred bone fragments splintering in their bleeding fingers, or your lifeless face lying heavy against their knees

His heart can't take it. The tears give way to an ongoing numb tremor. He places a preservation spell on your body as his last conscious thought before he lies down next to you on the floor

They put their arm under your limp neck and cuddle up to you like it's just another day's end, just another snuggle before sleep while they lay their head down on your icy, silent chest

You watch him hold your body in shock. He seems like he's caught between worlds, alternating between staring at your unmoving stomach while his shaky tears land and pool on your shirt

And reflexively whispering apologies as they mop up their tears with their sleeve, asking if they're squeezing you too tightly

He's quick to check your memories when you wake up, but no matter how healthy you are, he can't leave your side for a week

Nadia

Her intuition is telling her something is wrong as soon as she's approaching her chambers. Seeing you on the ground is her worst nightmare coming true

You're cold to the touch. You don't respond to her voice. You don't respond ... at all. She needs help, you need help, you need help now, she's going to get you everything you need, just hang on

She lifts you into her bed, and the chilly deadweight of your body is more than she can take. When she throws open the door and yells for a doctor, every servant in earshot hears her panicked sobs

She hasn't had a panic attack like this in years

Servants rush in and out in a blur, hurried murmurs and muffled exclamations fading into the background. She feels like she's been plunged underwater, unable to scream as her lungs fill with salt

She sits by your side with your hand in both of hers, clinging to the only part of you she's allowed to touch while the closest physician pokes and prods at your lifeless body. She can't see you anymore

And everyone else? They can't see their Countess at all

They see a broken-hearted woman holding steadfast to her lover's limp hand, breaths jagged and unpredictable as she wails through her teeth. Mercifully, her hair comes undone and hides her wrenched face and streaming tears behind a curtain of purple

You woke her, first from her dreams, then from her apathy, and finally from her loneliness. Watching you succumb to a sleep far stronger than the one that trapped her is wretched beyond words

When you finally stir awake, she refuses to leave your side as the doctors work to ensure that your vitals are stable and to try to figure out what happened and if there are any repercussions

She's glad you're back, but she can't stop herself from waking you in the middle of the night to make sure you're just sleeping

Muriel

He's already convinced of the worst before he can prove it

He knows what a body collapsed in sudden death looks like. He's seen them countless times on the sand of the Coliseum floor, slaughtered at his own shackled hands, but now it's you

Now it's the only person he trusted to never leave his side

He can't register Inanna beginning to whine and pace, he can't register the sounds of the forest outside, he can't register the fire slowly burning down and out in the back of the hut

A lifetime of trained alertness, muted, because his subconscious has decided it can't take paying attention to a world that doesn't have you in it any more

He's finally able to move again when he takes his first shuddering breath in minutes, and he begins to walk and reach towards you in the vague hope that all is not as it seems

But that's when some small, sick part of his brain starts up its tiny chant that he deserves this, that this is the effect of giving in to your misguided desire for his touch, that this is somehow his doing

But the larger part of him, the part of him that loves you and aches for you and is dedicated to you, leans past the furious pain and lifts your head and shoulders off of the floor, enough so he can lower his head and listen for a heartbeat, feel for breath on his cheek

And there isn't any. Your body is as still and lifeless as his hope for something better, and he can't breathe. He can't breathe, and he's curled up in a ball with you in his arms, and he can't breathe

It takes a few hours before he can master his thoughts enough to think. This has happened before, and it was possible for you to come back. Asra, he has to bring you to Asra, he'll give anything

You wake up as he's carrying you through the woods, and it's the first time you've seen his body go so completely weak with relief

Portia

At first, she thinks you're feeling a little silly and sleeping on the floor just to mess with Pepi. Though the way you're lying, you almost look like you've collapsed. That can't be comfortable

It's when she crouches down to wake you up that she can tell something's wrong. Your shoulder is cold - way too cold

She's already got tears running down her face, but never in her life has she let her sadness stop her from caring for those she loves. She shakes you, back and forth, calling your name over and over

At some point she realizes that it's too late, there's nothing she can do, and that's when she starts wracking her brain for someone who can do something. Anything. She's not giving up on you

She's small, but she's strong and she's in pain. She lifts your body and begins to stumble through the Palace garden with you. She leans into the volume of her wails, using them to call for help

First through the gardens, then through the Palace halls, unable to recognize the blurry faces through her tears, but determinedly blubbering out what's happened and how she needs help for you

When someone who might have been the Countess informs her that the physician is out, she walks out the front gates of the Palace. Her ears are deaf to the offer of a carriage into town

Vesuvia still remembers its plague. It has never before heard cries as anguished as the ones Portia sent echoing down the canals as she ran and stumbled with your body to Mazelinka's house

Mazlinka will be there. Ilya will be there. They both know plenty about medicine, they should be able to help, just hang on. Hang on, she tells your cold body, hang on for me

You stir awake just as she crosses the threshold into the basement dwelling, and the emotions she feels are so overwhelming that she almost punches you for scaring her. She can't stop crying

Lucio

When he walks into the room in the inn after his trip to the outhouse, he avoids the sinking feeling in his gut by telling himself you're just napping. On the floor. Without moving

And then he can't take the way his conscience is nagging at him, so he snaps and (not unkindly, but brashly) tells you to get up and get moving already, we're wasting daylight!

But you don't move. You don't give him a disapproving look. You don't grumble when he shakes your shoulder, or open your eyes when he pats your cheek, or smile when you hear your name

He doesn't understand. You're brave, you're strong, you're loving, you're good, you're full of goodness and you're better than anything he ever deserved after what you suffered because of him

Because of ... him

This must be his fault. This must be his actions catching up with him. This must be the fallout of all those rash deals, some forgotten deity must have run out of patience and come to collect

Of course this would happen. It would take a hundred lifetimes to sift through the pile of selfish bargains, of course he missed one, of course he failed to make up for his past deeds, of course ...

Of course an oversight like that would cost him you

But he's not going to let this go. You deserve better. He hauls you into his arms, ignoring the way he chokes at your dangling limbs, and rushes out of the inn and into the deep, deep woods beyond

He screams and cries and yells and threatens and pleads and begs until his voice falls silent and he can taste blood in his throat

He calls out to any angry being listening to tell him, tell him what this is in payment for, tell him what he can put on the bargaining table that would pay back the debt that demanded your soul

You wake up before he can do anything rash, but he squeezes you in his sleep now, as if to challenge any more soul thieves

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #the arcana game #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 6 months

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AITA for being a "cheater" (even though my gf is the one I "cheated" with)?

Title sounds bad, but hear me out. Some background info: I (F25) left a very toxic relationship with my ex (F29) almost a year ago. We were together for 2 years and it was a very tumultuous and rocky relationship from the beginning. She convinced me I needed to leave my home state and move in with her 8 weeks into dating or she would break up with me, and I was stupid and in love and I did it. Then she would always hold the fact that she could kick me out over my head when we argued. I didn't like her taking my clothes without asking? She threatened to kick me out. I get mad that she's blasting her music when I'm trying to work? She threatened to kick me out. Really anything I said that she didn't like, she would threaten to kick me out. Even threw my stuff out on the front lawn a couple times.

And I admit, I wasn't a perfect angel in this relationship either. I felt powerless and resentful because it was impossible to bring up any grievances big or small with her, so I would intentionally break or hide her things. I was downright mean to her most days, and we were both physically violent with each other several times. Towards the end of the relationship I was sleeping in the floor in the living room because I couldn't stand to be near her, and if I slept on the couch she would push me off of it to sit and watch TV with friends she brought home late at night. It took me a while to leave because I was alone in a new state with nowhere to go, and I had to save up money to find a place. Like I said, it was a deeply toxic relationship on both sides, and I'm not proud of it and I'm in therapy trying to unpack what I did and what was done to me.

Now for the actual situation: one of my ex's friends who I'll call Emily (F27) was always very nice to me, and I would often complain to her about my ex and she would comfort me. I'll admit I started to develop feelings for her while I was still trying to work things out with my ex, and I even made out with her and nearly had sex with her once. But that made me feel extremely guilty and I stopped it, then stopped talking to Emily all together.

But when about 3 months after I moved into a new place Emily reached out to me online and we started talking again, then after another 3 months started tentatively dating. I say tentatively because I was very hesitant to go into any relationship after the fiasco with my ex, especially with Emily who is still friends with her. We would text and call each other daily and meet up to hang out a couple times a week.

We've been dating for about 6 months now and we've kissed and held hands, but that's about it. We haven't had sex. We haven't said I love you. We haven't even had a "what are we" talk yet, but Emily wants me to move in with her. I told her I wasn't ready for that. She says it would help both of us save money to live together and I should be comfortable with her by now, since we've been dating triple the time I was dating my ex when I moved in with her. I reminded her how well that turned out for me (not well at all!), and she said something that hit me like a ton of bricks: "Well, you're the cheater and I'm still taking the chance to trust you, so you should take the chance to trust me."

I asked her what she meant by that, and she said I'm not the one taking a risk in our relationship. She is, by dating someone who cheated on her dear friend (my ex). I said that wasn't exactly a happy healthy relationship, she said doesn't matter. Still a cheater. I said but I cheated with her! She said doesn't matter, still a cheater.

I hung up with her because I felt like I was going to be sick and she's been blowing up my phone asking if I'm alright and even apologizing and saying we can wait longer to move in together, but part of me is rethinking this whole relationship. She's been wonderful to me up till now, am I blowing things out of proportion? Is she trying to lure me into another toxic relationship? Please help, I feel like my ability to see red flags is still virtually nonexistent at this point :(

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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twomiddlefingersforthehaters · 2 months

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After Sasuke secretly left the hospital to train with Kakashi during the Chunin Exams break, Sakura had always suspected that Sasuke might have left the village.

One teammate worrying over Sasuke and the other teammate had no hope for him. Why can't she at least trust him??

Raw: あの時病院をホントに抜け出したのかなぁ

Romaji: ano toki byōin o honto ni nukedashita no kanā

Literal: (I wonder) That time did he really run away/escaped from the hospital....?

She's using 'nukedashita' which means run away; to escape; to sneak out. I think this scene was not included in the anime.

During the Chunin Exams she referred to 'that time' about the day they found out that Sasuke wasn't in the hospital. So, She almost concluded from the hospital visit that Sasuke would do anything to seek power despite the Chunin Exams.

We've never seen she trust Sasuke completely, and she doesn't trust others either. Why does she always come to this conclusion? Why can't she trust anyone??

Sakura admitted that Naruto was getting stronger and she was feeling jealous during Naruto's fight with Neji, but she couldn't trust him in this scene. Sasuke clearly tells her that Naruto saved her. And yet, she only accepts Naruto when Sasuke makes it clear to her.

In a flashback scene, Sakura thinks back to the conversation she had with Naruto earlier that day about Sasuke's cursed seal. She was giving a fake smile here because she knew Sasuke would go to Orochimaru for power.

She has seen Sasuke's good side many times during their time as Team 7. How could she doubt him and not trust him after seeing that side of Sasuke??

Meanwhile, Naruto believed Sasuke completely and trusted him after hearing about the cursed mark. Naruto was able to see Sasuke's good side and see what was going on inside of Sasuke, while Sakura completely ignored Sasuke's good side and only focused on his dark side.

She had always assumed that he would go to Orochimaru, but Sasuke only came to that conclusion after seeing the Sound Four. Not only did she not try to understand him, but she distrusted Sasuke. If you don't trust them, it is very unlikely you ever will. She proved again that she would never trust him:

Sai asked if Sakura believed Sasuke and his motivations to join the alliance...

When she tells Sai that she trusts Sasuke, she gave this fake smile… it shows that she never fully trusted him. Why would she even say she loves him...when she doesn't even trust the boy she was addicted to??

#naruto analysis #Naruto manga #my stuff

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kairiscorner · 9 months

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HI PO ULITTT 🫶🫶🫶

di ko po alam kung why pero di parin nawawala sa isip ko ung hobie x spiderperson!reader na walang label eudjeudheujs

UM Imagine nyo po, like ilang buwan na silang magkasama since ung kiss, doing couple things ganern, tapos nila na di na nila kailangan sabihin na "i love you" kasi through actions pinapakita na nila, pero naisipan ni reader na itry one day kasi naisip nya na sa previous na situationships nya, iba ung nararamdaman nya para kay Hobie kasi sya mahal nya talaga hduehdjr, tapos nacatch off guard si Hobie kasi di nya alam kung ano sasabihin or why sinabi ni reader or kung label ba tlaga ng feelings nila ay "love" (kung ano po trip nyo sa 3 or all hahaha)

UN LANG PO KINIKILIG PO AKO SA MGA BAGONG NILABAS NYO DUDHEJEHDH

HAVE A GREAT DAY!!!! 🫶🫶

-🫶 anon

HI PO 🫶 ANONNNN ay wait ang kyut niyan AAAAAAAAA OK I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS <333

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those three words you say — hobie brown x spider person!reader

summary: he's never let labels define him, but when you say those three words that send his heart thumping... maybe he'll let you call him that as an exception, it'll be the sole label he wears with honor. word count: 605

life could not have been any better than how it was right now, you were dating the most rebellious and stubborn, yet kind and compassionate boy you had ever known your whole life. he opened your eyes to so many truths about the world, so many experiences in life you never found yourself wanting until he came along and helped you realize you wanted to live your life even crazier, even wilder than you had before. he changed you to become your own person, and you really liked him.

and though you knew there was this one word you yearned to tell him, you couldn't deny that it felt redundant to say it since, well–you already felt that he loved you through everything he did for you. saving your ass in close calls, finishing off villains for you, taking the fall for you when miguel or anyone else gets mad at you over a sloppy mission, making you all kinds of gizmos because he wants to give you an easier time with everything, constantly asking you if you're good or need a break, and carrying you in his arms when he notices you're getting weaker–he does love you, even when neither of you explicitly say it.

though you already felt so happy and content with how he says he loves you without actually saying it, you did dream of telling him how you loved him, how you loved and adored your boy. however, it concerned you, would hobie feel pressured if you told him? would he come to think you wanted a label for you two when you both agreed not to label it as anything...? it caused you to overthink and a little bit of panic as the thoughts consumed you; but hobie was astute enough to recognize you weren't feeling the best at the moment.

"y'good, love?" he asked you as he placed his hand on your shoulder. his eyes and smile were filled with curiosity and concern, and his tone was sincerely worried, even if his voice sounded like he tried to keep himself composed. you were always honest around hobie, he never judged you for anything, so you told him the truth–you weren't good right now. "what's wrong? maybe i can help." he said, but as he finished, you finally blurted out what you've been meaning to tell him all this time.

"i love you, hobie." and with that... hobie froze in his place, his eyes widened a little, and his lips had pursed together. you feared hobie had reacted horribly to your confession, but the complete opposite happened–hobie smiled and ruffled your hair. he kissed the top of your head and said it back, "i love you, too, dear." you felt so flustered and warm inside when you heard him say it back–you felt so... happy.

you finally let it out to him that you were so worried about what he'd say or think if you told him you loved him, but he merely chuckled and planted a kiss on your cheek as a response. "nah, love, i'd never hate you. i hate labels, but you remember, right–you're my sole exception to everything? if you want me to say you're my lover... oh, don't worry about what i'd think, be worried about how much love you're gonna experience because of how crazy i am about you." he said with a smirk as he kissed your lips gently.

even if hobie hates labels... he's beyond happy you want to call him your lover and tell him you love him. it brings him more comfort and joy than you, and him, realize.

tags !! @k4tsu3 @fiannee @luvstarrstruck @toneystank-3000 @ii01vq @maxoloqy @arachnoia @solecitoszn

#hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x you #hobie brown x y/n #hobie brown fluff #atsv #atsv imagines #atsv fluff #atsv x reader #atsv x you #atsv x y/n #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse fluff #spider punk

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mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess · 1 year

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Saving water

Warnings: mildly suggestive bc Lan Zhan has horny thoughts

Inspired by this prompt list

"The water bill just came in today." Wei Ying tells Lan Zhan, his roommate, as they have dinner. "It's so expensive! At this rate, we're going to deplete the planet's resources ourselves!"

"Mn. We could-"

Wei Ying cuts in, a metaphorical lightbulb shining above his head. "We should shower together!"

Lan Zhan barely wills the piece of broccoli he'd be chewing to go down his throat without chocking. "Wei Ying!"

"No, hear me out. This ecology specialist came on the news this morning and said that showers waste water the most, so where possible, people should just do it together!"

Lan Zhan is both flustered, scandalized and intrigued with the idea. He would be a filthy liar if he said he never fantasized about what he could do to Wei Ying in their conveniently large shower - but this is different. For one, Wei Ying doesn't like him like that. Two, it would be downright cruel to have Wei Ying so close, in a small, enclosed space, wet and naked and not be able to do anything. Three, things could become really awkward really fast if he gets hard.

But he can't use these arguments to dissuade Wei Ying from his terrible, wonderful idea, so Lan Zhan decides to focus on his vegetables and hope his ears aren't too red.

"C'mon, Lan Zhan, it's not going to be that bad. You played sports in college, right? Communal showers are a thing that happens, this is exactly like that!"

It is precisely not like that - because Lan Zhan never crushed on his teammates as hard as he does on Wei Ying.

Still, he doesn't say anything beyond a neutral "mn."

"How about this - we try it after dinner and if it doesn't work, we'll think of something else to lower the water bill."

Lan Zhan hates that the prospect of showering with Wei Ying both excites him and fills him with soul-crushing dread.

He agrees before his brain catches up to him.

---

Lan Zhan gets into the shower first. He figures he might as well take a few minutes to mentally prepare for what is about to happen. He is not going to look at Wei Ying below the neck, he is going to keep to his corner of the shower and he is not going to get a boner.

"Ok, I'm coming in, Lan Zhan."

"Mn."

Wei Ying enters the shower in his full naked glory with his hair down, turns around to get under the shower head, and Lan Zhan already breaks two of his rules. Of course he knows Wei Ying is very attractive, a lean body with just enough muscle mass and well-defined, handsome features - but to see all of that without clothes in the way is... hot, to put it bluntly.

Lan Zhan is too far gone to think of any more poetic words to describe how he's going to use this image (Wei Ying naked and under the light spray of the shower) as prime masturbation material for the rest of his life.

But before Wei Ying notices the other's hungry stare, Lan Zhan very respectfully turns his back as well and offers Wei Ying the same degree of privacy - no matter how much he wants to admire the dip and curve of Wei Ying's back and his plump ass, he has to control himself.

If Wei Ying notices his... predicament, he might end up being creeped out or at the very least uncomfortable, and Lan Zhan would hate that. So, he decides he's just going to wash his hair and try to ignore the fact that the person he could die for is naked about a foot away from him and is humming some random song as he washes up.

"Can I turn the heat up a little?" Wei Ying asks, "I usually like the water to be a bit hotter."

Lan Zhan agrees - but he does not expect his back to be hit with hellfire seconds later. He manages to suppress a gasp, and turns his head to a side, slightly judgementally. No wonder their bills are so high.

But he regrets it immediately because now he can see Wei Ying's skin has turned slightly pink and water runs off it so smoothly, droplets falling enticingly down, down, down-

"Can I borrow some of your shampoo? Mine just ran out and I forgot to buy another."

Lan Zhan hands it to him quickly and does not think of how pretty his collarbones would look with bitemarks all over. He does not.

He's starting to grow lightheaded, and he doesn't know if it's from the steamy shower, the hot water or his raging erection - but it doesn't matter. All he knows is that he has to wait until Wei Ying is done and leaves, he'll handle everything else after that.

But fate has decided to taunt Lan Zhan today because suddenly he feels Wei Ying pressing against his back as he reaches for his bottle of hair conditioner - and Lan Zhan feels like he's going to die.

"Why didn't you ask?" He finds his voice.

"You seemed... lost in thought, I didn't want to disturb you..."

He sure was lost in thought. In many thoughts, none of them decent.

With great difficulty, he finds it within himself to finish washing up, but is deliberately slow with it, trying to buy time.

Eventually, Wei Ying slides the shower door open, and envelops himself in a towel. Lan Zhan thinks himself saved, but Wei Ying turns his head a little and smiles.

"Your self control is admirable, Lan Zhan, but you're a terrible liar." A wink. "Oh and I'll take that-" a slight glance down, "-as a compliment."

He turns to leave, but he finds himself pulled back into the shower and pinned to one of its walls. His laughter is silenced with a kiss, his towel pulled off him swiftly and the shower door slides closed.

Their water bill is going to be terrible next month.

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #writing attempts

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emeraldkniight · 16 days

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im still thinking about those Hal and Kyle fics you wrote....changed my life fr 🤞🏽omg tho I had such a romantic and lovely dream about Kyle last night so I'm feeling extra fuzzy over him rn...what would non hate sex with Kyle be like? 🙈 (as much as I also love mean Kyle 🤷🏽‍♀️) i need your thoughts...

I hope you're doing well 🥰 xoxo - nightjarwings

MISSED ME, BABE?

kyle rayner x fem!reader

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀… fluff and smut. porn without plot. dirty talk. oral sex.

𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁. . . no copying of my work is allowed. Free translation is allowed as long as I am credited.

𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲. . . as I said in my other posts, English is not my first language. I have tried to make corrections with the translator, but as you all know, it is prone to making mistakes, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes or if anything sounds weird.

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲. . . Aside from my fantasies about Kyle being mean, he is such a sweetheart! So I feel like he would be super dedicated to making you feel comfortable. I hope you like what I've written. <3

Since your boyfriend confessed he was a Green Lantern, the first thing you asked was: which one of them? And you didn't ask because you thought Kyle might be that beautiful alien girl with lovely blonde hair, but because you hoped he would be that handsome dark-haired man in the distinctive white and black suit different from the others. You were right.

Because of his job, Kyle wasn't often at home, which made you suspect possible infidelity. What kind of artist would suddenly leave his home for days, even weeks, without even telling his partner? His actions made you suspicious, so when he returned, you confronted him, and he eventually confessed.

Fortunately for him, you felt relieved for a moment understanding that if he wasn't home, it was precisely because he was serving as an intergalactic law enforcement, which reassured you. However, as the weeks passed and the days without Kyle accumulated, you began to wonder why a large part of the universe had your boyfriend serving, while you waited for him at home with food ready in the fridge in case he decided to return. It was unfair.

Were you being selfish because you wished that he wouldn't save the world for just one day, but that he would lie down with you and hold you in bed instead?

What you wanted most at that moment was to be accompanied, as you sat bored with a bowl of soup in front of the TV, about to fall asleep. When people entered your apartment, they noticed pictures of you and Kyle everywhere, which forced you to face questions about why you live alone or if your boyfriend is even still alive, since he's never around the neighborhood like you are.

Just as your eyes are about to close, they quickly snap open as you hear the sound of keys turning in the door lock. Your heart begins to beat wildly, unable to believe that he has finally returned.

— Baby, I'm home... — You don't let him finish as you jump into his arms, kissing him as deeply as if millennia had passed since you last saw each other's faces. — Hey, hey, I missed you too, sweetheart.

— No 'I missed you, sweetheart' — you warn. — Fuck me now.

Kyle laughs. If he had seen how desperate you were, he would have come back much sooner. Still, he doesn't object to your request and blindly walks with you on top until he manages to place you on the table.

He is gentle when he kisses you, probably because he hasn't done it for a long time since he left. However, you apply pressure and surrender to his lips with devotion, enough for both of you to enjoy.

— I saw you on the news. — You gasp under your breath. — You have no idea what it's like to masturbate to a fucking picture on TV, a real horror movie.

Devouring your neck, his lips awaken sensations. His warm, calloused hand slides over your body, parting your thighs without removing any clothing, except your panties, of course. No matter how much time the two of you had together, it might never be enough until Kyle was needed for another mission.

— Do you want to talk about horrifying things? — he asked, tugging at your underwear. — Imagine me touching myself on an unknown planet with only a picture of you in my head. You have no idea how much I missed you, sweetheart; I was going crazy.

You melted under his touch, his kisses and his compliments. He kissed and caressed you as if it were the last time, in the warmest way anyone had ever bothered to do. It was even adorable how he took the time to lovingly caress your body while you could only think of reciprocating after such a long time.

His fingers entered your pussy. He looked at you in surprise, he had never felt you so wet before; you had practically soaked his entire hand. But he just smiled and decided to take responsibility for it.

— Baby, damn, you're dripping. Did you miss me that much, babe?

He lifted one of your legs and brought it up to his shoulder to get better access to your pussy. His thumb applied gentle pressure to your clit, first stimulating it, then circling around it, just as he knew you liked.

You groaned out loud, dropping your body onto the table. You couldn't see what Kyle was doing, but from how it felt, you were sure he was doing it right.

— Do you want me to eat you? — He asked, coming up for a kiss.

You nodded repeatedly, biting your lips to keep from making a loud noise. You're aware that your apartment is too small and that any neighbor could easily hear you.

Kyle pressed his lips against your folds, slowly sliding his tongue in and giving little licks so you could get used to the texture of his tongue again. You almost cried when you remembered that it had been long enough that you had forgotten how his tongue felt inside you.

But you pushed all thoughts aside and tried to enjoy the moment. Just as you bit down hard on your lip to stifle a moan, you nearly bled. Kyle was exploring a sensitive area of your body with his tongue and making gentle sucks with his lips.

Your hands intertwined with every strand of his black hair, gently pulling his head toward you. You looked at him with his mouth completely submerged between your legs, and the sight seemed glorious.

— Kyle, Kyle... — You sobbed softly with pleasure. — Don't stop, it feels amazing.

You could feel his lips curl into a smile over your pussy. Blood rushed to your cheeks, something that used to happen to you when you were close to orgasm, and he loved it so much that he couldn't think of anything else to do but kiss you all over.

A few minutes passed, but it felt like an instant. You filled Kyle's mouth with fluids and let out a moan that you couldn't contain and that the whole neighborhood probably heard. Still, he didn't stop until you were completely clean.

— I love you so much, sweetheart. I want to be as close to you as possible.

#dc comics #dc universe #kyle rayner x reader #kyle rayner smut #green lantern #green lanter corps #smut #kyle rayner

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if-lost-please-return-to-maliksi · 5 months

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Hello pooo!!! I dunno how to put it in words but your works just makes my heart go swoooon!! Thank you so much for your pieces 🥹

I see that we can request too po and I’d just like to put down “chemtrails over the country club” by lana del rey- specifically the lines “you’re in the wind, i’m in the water; nobody’s son, nobody’s daughter” for makisig or maliksi please!!! Angsst BUT fluff at the end 🙏🏻

((Anon, why would u do dis to us?! huhuhu. I'm a lana del rey gurlie and Chemtrails over the country club is very personal for meee))

Disclaimer: I do not own Makisig. Full Credit goes to HC - @ask-emilz-de-philz. Please check out their blog for amazing art and the wonderful world of Planet Puto. All involved characters are adults.

Genre: Angst with fluff(if u squint well enough. char lang, fluff to.)

TW: Ano...medyo masakit to bhie, yung umpisa lang naman. yun na yung warning HAHAHA.

((Let me know kung rebisco na ba ako at kung sumosobra na ba ako HAHAHA))

"...we should run away, Makisig." You whispered underneath your breath as you softly stroked his hair while he peacefully lays his head on your lap. You looked up at the star-clad skies, wondering if you two can have a very different life right now if you were to leave everything behind and run away.

"Run away from what, my love?" He slowly opened his eyes to look into yours before gently taking your hand and tenderly kissing your palm. You shuddered from the sensation and oh, how you'd love to just pull him close and kiss those lips for an ounce of comfort.

"From everything."

You whispered as tears started to fill your eyes. Your lips quivered as you tried to held back your sobs.

"Please?"

"ANDDD... CUT! Y/n, you're not supposed to cry yet! Let's take a two hour break before retaking that scene."

Makisig stared at you with wide eyes as he breaks character. You quickly wiped away your tears and stood up before walking towards your own team, leaving him without a single word.

You wouldn't admit it, but you can feel your heart breaking with every step that you take. As soon as you entered your own tent, you broke down in tears as you ran into your manager's arms.

How cruel can fate be?

Five years ago

...those were Makisig's exact words five years ago while he held you in his arms, begging you to leave it all behind with him- the cameras, the fame, the undying expectations of the people around you and you had the nerve to reject his idea and leave him for the sake of your dreams.

You were a very famous actress that time, while Makisig's career was just starting and all he can get are mostly small modelling gigs. Oh, how the tables have turned- you are now the one struggling to keep your career afloat while Makisig jumps from project to project.

Atleast he's living a better life since you two broke up. That's what you always tell yourself.

Your whole body shook from how much you were crying as you buried your face into your manager's shoulders to stifle your sobs. All throughout your career, your manager has been the only one to stick with you through ups and downs- treating you like the little sister she's never had.

"I can't do this. I can't, please." You heaved as you tried your best to say the words out loud. This was the one project meant to save your career from falling into shambles.

"Shhh. It's okay sweet girl. I know how you feel right now, but we can't back out from this, can we?"

You slowly nodded as you let your tears silently fall. Leaving this project was always out of the question and you knew it. You were lucky enough that your manager has been long time friends with one of the Makisig's handlers that she was able to arrange for this project as a last resort to save you from being out of jobs.

"I'm so sorry, Y/n. I know how hard it must be."

No one knows how hard it is...

To be around Makisig is like stabbing yourself in the heart over and over again.

Hearing his voice...

Feeling his touch...

To have him look at you the way he does- like you were the most important person in the whole world.

To have him call your name as if it's the sweetest word that's to ever grace his mouth.

It took everything of your whole being to get ahold of yourself and not breakdown around him.

The things you would give if only you can go back in time and just take his hand and run away to a far away place where no one else knows the two of you. You clutched your chest at you revel at the idea of what could've been before shutting your eyes close- falling asleep after crying.

In your dreams, Makisig held you tight as he kissed away your tears, saying, "Why is my lovely Y/n is crying again? It makes me want to cry also." as he peppers your face with tiny kisses while he tickles you gently until you stop crying and start to giggle.

That's how it's supposed to be...

But you- you have to ruin it all and hurt that one person who deserved nothing but all the good things in the world.

"Y'know, if this life troubles you...then we should just run away, Y/n." Makisig smiled as he held you.

This. why does this have to play on your dreams over and over again.

He held your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours. "Let's run away from everything, y/n."

You nodded, and smiled. "Let's do that, Makisig."

Atleast you can do things right in your dreams. Atleast you wouldn't do the single thing you'll regret for your whole life in this dream.

You will not break his heart again-

Without second thoughts, Makisig grabbed your hand tight before making a run for it, storming past the whole production crew and outside the set.

Your eyes widen upon realizing what's happening.

"Thought my Y/n will reject me for the second time." Makisig softly chuckled, still running away while holding unto you.

"W- wait! I'm not dreaming?!"

"No, my love. Your manager called me in when you fell asleep crying."

Hearing him calling you 'my love' once again instantly tugged in your heart. No cameras, no audiences- just the two of you and he calls you his love. You breathe in as you tried to keep yourself from crying once more.

"And I'm not dreaming when you were holding me and kissing my tears away?" You softly said, your voice shaking and cracking from too much emotion.

"You're not." Makisig smiled as he stopped running before pulling you into an embrace, letting you bury your face into his chest.

Oh, how this feels like home.

"Y/n. Please run away with me?"

"I will, Makisig. I will."

#philmytcrea #planet puto #planetputo #rp tamawo #rp makisig #ianewrites #writers on tumblr

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motherofplatypus · 10 months

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Miraculous Finale Review: Part 1 (Conformation)

I've been holding this one back for a long time, but at last, with Conformation and Recreation aired, season 5 has finally ended. Its been a journey, watching it from the first episode until now, going high and low, and we finally reached the grand finale.

Who am i kidding?

High and low? Get real. Everything is just going low and low that we met Hades and he asked what were we watching that he met us in his bathroom.

What in the absolute fuck did we just watch? This is just a whole bunch of retcon that makes every single episode for the last 4 seasons redundant, irrelevant, pointless, and stupid. It makes us question if the show is written by a bunch of toddlers who just learned the word "tremendous". Just...dude, you're lucky Disney don't own you, because this show gonna get butchered hard just for the writing skill, let alone the Bustier's kissing scene.

Speaking of Bustier, let's talk about the campaign for mayoral election. So they do have it. I mean, they showed us election in Season 1, but i thought that was the writers making a mistake, like making Chloe having humanity in early seasons. And speaking of Chloe, mind telling us why she becomes the mayor in previous episode? Oooh, that's right, plot convenience.

Second, and i shouldn't be surprised at this point after what happened to Alix and Luka, but holy bolognese they literally take Adrien out of the finale. The main character himself. The character whose name is on the title of the show. The one person who already has the front seat of the whole shenanigans, was written off and out of it. He's completely out out.

Can any of you who have Twitter do me a favor and ask That Guy just what in the absolute butt joke was he thinking for doing this? I know the risk is getting blocked by him, but just imagine getting blocked by a child who somehow got access to the internet.

I mean, that's literally what it is when dealing with That Guy. And I'll let others to make Adrien salt out of it, I have enough salt just from these two episodes.

Then we get to Marinette's dream sequence, where's she's the knight, saving the poor and fragile Princess Adrien. They're not even trying to pretend Adrien isn't a damsel in distress here. She panicked, worried that Adrien is in trouble, and wanted to go to the Agreste Mansion to ask if he's okay.

Hey, remember literally last episode Felix told Marinette Gabe is Monarch? Yeah, neither do the writers.

Anyway, there's the Perfect Alliance thingy, and man was it creepy, in a positive way (surprisingly). The negative way (unsurprisingly) is the inconsistency of it.

Plagg called Alya and did everything to get her attention to no avail because she's basically hypnotized by it, but somehow Mylene could get Rose and Ivan's attention when standing away from them? So can you or can you not get their attention? Go with one or don't go with either of them.

And then the Miraculized. Miraculizer? Whatevs, Walmart Squid Game. Just how did this happen? This is not akumatization, mind you. Akumatization requires the butterfly miraculous to empower a butterfly and send them to someone else. There's no butterfly being sent whatsoever. Unless, of course, another plot convenience that we all oh so familiar with.

And they have multiple miraculous powers. What happened to the whole "One ring, one power" system, huh? Another plot convenience?

More so, they have an innate ability to track down Ladybug and Chat Noir, and boy oh boy, was I smacking my head.

Hey, writers, what happened to the whole "Quantum Mask" rule BS? Thrown out the window seasons ago? Another plot convenience! Who woulda thunk?!

"Oh, but they have the quantum imprint added to them, that's how." Yeah, I ain't buying any of that shit. You have one rule that you make and you can't even stick with it.

And even worse, the whole "Track the heroes but not their civilian identity." Again? Really? How can you bend a rule to one side while bending it to another side? Get a grip, dammit.

Also also, this plan requires Gabe to akumatize himself and give everyone nightmare, which makes them feel negative emotion. Not gonna lie, it's a smart plan coming from someone who thinks turning a baby into a villain multiple times is a good idea, but the fact you never abuse this to get endless supply of akuma victim is beyond stupid. A familiar kind of stupid, but still, it's stupid.

And the ride continues.

Tomoe turned off all the Alliance rings and everyone became frantic because "Ladybug and Chat Noir kidnapped Adrien and Kagami". Like, folks, they're avatars. They're not real. They all know that the ones on the ring is not real. This is not like how Hoaxer did, because in her case, that's her power; to make everyone believe her BS. So unless everyone's brain cells suddenly went off to a vacation here, i ain't buying any of this. But of course, we're digging again.

And then Bugnoire.

Sigh.

Bug-fucking-noire.

While I must admit that the design looks cute and i love the black and green yoyo, it's nowhere near enough to calm me down.

You're saying we were robbed of having Adrien figuring out HM's identity, the angst of seeing him having to fight his own father and learning the condition of his mother, and the long awaited final fight between LB and CN vs HM, just so that Marinette could steal all the spotlights from Adrien and show how amazing she is, how she is "the best miraculous holder to ever exist" once again? Are they serious?

Well, they did make several episodes emphasizing Chloe as satan incarnate, so yeah, they're serious.

Hey, remember the "You and me against the world" line? Yknow, the one that means they're a team, one that's said at least once every season finale? One that gets the fandom crying in tears? Yeah, neither do the writers.

Dude, seriously, wtf is Adrien's purpose? Last season he's got sidelined so much his entire role is irrelevant. Now he's not even in the finale? What is he? A trophy to be won? A "perfect love interest"? Just delete his character altogether, my lord.

If I want a love interest that's being treated this badly, then I'll just have Marinette X Lila at this point, because they might as well just went all out for it and do all side dirty.

I have never seen any show, even the worst one i could think of, that deliberately take their main character out of the finale. Miraculous is surely something.

All in all, 2/10, and the points all go to the animators and VAs, especially the animators because my lord it is indeed looking beautiful. They throw so many things they've established out the window, I don't even know what this finale even stand on.

Aaaand that's all...is something i wish i could say. But no, we have Recreation. The ride to the abyss is not finished yet, and it only get worse. I'll give you some times to recover first because the next one is a whole essay.

So buckle up. Sit back, relax, and I'll see you in part 2.

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everestica · 1 year

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'*•.¸♡ Tachihara Michizou x Reader: Late Night HC!♡¸.•*'

➳ I found the prompt on google, but I couldn’t find a username to connect it with!

➳ Tachihara Brain Rot (lol)

➳ WARNINGS - Reader gets Kidnapped (also gets saved), Cursing, getting knocked out, Angst, SPOILER FOR SEASON 4 EP 10 AT THE END!!

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.───

Shit. That’s all you could think at the moment. You had gotten kidnapped by an enemy organization when you were out trying to complete your own mission. Now you knew that there was always a chance every time that you went out that you would get hunted down, kidnapped, trapped, etc, but never did you think that in that moment somebody would hit you upside the head from behind. When you finally awoke you found yourself in a basement tied to a chair with about 3 people surrounding you, they were all wearing hoods and masks so you really couldn’t tell anything about them. You were more worried about whether anybody would be able to find you or at least know that you were missing. Hours passed with no sign of anybody or anything coming to save you and you were getting really panicked, has everybody forgotten about you? Surely not, right? Just as you were in your head about these things you started to realize maybe everybody did just forget you existed and all the “friendships” that you had made along the way didn’t really matter and they just didn’t care about you at all. That’s when you started sobbing, which confused the 3 people who were still around you, as most people before that they kidnapped cried at first, not later on. You had only been crying for a couple minutes when all of a sudden you heard an explosion, gun shots, and then it went quiet for a minute until the door to the room you were in busted open, it was a little hard to tell what was going on as your eyes were still watery as you were still crying but you were able to tell that there was maybe? 3 people at the door and the other 3 people that were around you before were on the floor. That’s when somebody you assumed was Gin came up to you and started untying you from the chair. After Gin was finished another person came up and hugged you so tight you almost couldn’t breathe. There was only one person who was this touchy with you and you immediately knew that it was your boyfriend, Tachihara. He stayed hugging you for a while before letting you go, he put his hand on your cheek and started to wipe away the tears that were still lingering on your cheeks. That’s when Hirotsu walked into the room, said something and walked back out, after nodding toward the words he took your hand and led you out of the door and towards the limo that was outside waiting for the Black Lizard group. There was a couple sections of the limo and while Tachihara led you to the very back section, Gin and Hirotsu took the middle section. Once the two of you were seated in the limo he sat in the very corner and pulled you into his chest so that you could lay on it while he hugged you from behind and cuddled into you. That’s when he started asking about why you were crying. It’s not like he didn’t know that it was a really scary situation but he did know that you were strong and didn’t really cry about anything. You were a little hesitant to open up about the dark thoughts that nobody was gonna come for you but when you did Tachihara was a little hurt. Not because he didn’t understand why you would ever think that, but to think that he wouldn’t come and save the love of his life(not like he would actually tell you that), and hurt that you thought that he was just going to leave you like that? He knew that he probably shouldn’t show to much that he was hurt because it might only make you start crying again as you were already in a vulnerable position, so instead he just decided to whisper something to you.

“I’m not going to leave you. You’re never going to have to suffer by yourself again, I promise”

He knew that in due time you were probably going to have to go through another thing that might not be so pleasant but this time he’s making sure that he will be there. Hunting Dogs Promise.

#bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #tachihara michizou #tachihara x reader #michizou tachihara x reader #bsd tachihara #bungo stray dogs tachihara #Everest’s Late Night Headcannons

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signanothername · 7 months

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BHAHAHA! Love that! Yes, only OP or Servo can knock some sense into HT. I wanna add to this bandwagon, please. I know Blades is a kind character, but as you said, he can be quite impatient and my personal headcanon is that he plays by a "Don't test the physician" rule

Blades: Hey Dani, would you call Chase and tell him to send Servo through the ground bridge?

Dani: Sure thing Blades, but uh, why though? Is something broken?

Blades: Oh, no, it's just that Hightide damaged one of his ballast tanks and if he keeps refusing to get it treated he might suffer leg damage

Dani: Oh my gosh, did his injury spread that far?!

Blades: (at his limit) No.

IGJGJGJV THIS IS SO FUNNY BUT SO TRUUUEEE!!!

The thing is, Blades actually knows when to assert himself if needed, and he isn’t taking any bullshit from anyone, especially when it comes to his job and the safety of his family

Not to mention, he seems to always speak what’s on his mind, an absolute open book, so he’d absolutely show his displeasure and would go for threats when someone makes his job difficult

Blades is the type that you really don’t wanna mess with when he’s in doctor mode, he just becomes a second Ratchet and god forbid you catch him on a bad day, he tries to keep being an ethical doctor and that’s why he’s gentle at first but he’ll switch to cranky mode real fast and would go for the secret weapon (Servo or anyone/anything else depending on who he’s treating) lest he goes from medically ethical to absolutely none ethical chhcchchch

Also I fucking love the dialogue allow me to just-

There

A masterpiece

#anothers art #anothers ask #ano saves asks #maccadam #transformers #rescue bots #rescue bots blades #rescue bots dani #rescue bots high tide #tfrb #tfrb blades #tfrb dani #tfrb hightide #transformers rescue bots

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sitp-recs · 1 year

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Hi! Ok so I'm in the mood for some drarry first recs. Like they are each other's first kiss, first dates, loss of virginity, etc. I'll take just about anything. Also dark!Harry recs. Where drarry are together and something bad happens to Draco (either he dies or ends up severely injured/in a coma) and Harry seeks out revenge on those who did it and turns evil. I know that's a lot but I'd really appreciate it. Please and thank you in advance!

Hello! I did a list for Dark!Harry a while ano but that might not be what you’re looking for - tbh I don’t think I’m familiar with fics where he goes evil to save/avenge Draco (would love to read those!) but I’m sure my followers can help. As for first times, here are some recs for you:

A world just for us by nerakrose (G, 2k)

Harry and Draco go flying and then…continue to go flying.

Draco at Nineteen by birdsofshore (E, 5k)

It's the middle of the night and Harry Potter is sitting on my bed looking distinctly weird. I've had some fucked-up dreams in my time, but this one... this one is something new.

Slip Into My Lover's Hands by @lqtraintracks (E, 6k)

Draco licks his lips. He shuts his eyes, because he doesn't think he can look at Potter when he says it. When he asks for it. "One finger?"

Night Changes by @writcraft (E, 10k)

Draco and Harry have spent years dancing around one another, but Potter’s straight and married. Until one day he isn’t.

The Eighth Tale by lettered (E, 12k)

Draco Malfoy tries to fix the past, but instead mucks it up some more. For Harry, it all becomes quite clear.

Welcome to the Broom Closet by incapricious (E, 23k)

Harry thinks he knows how his life will go: Become an Auror. Marry Ginny. Have a family. But then he sees an advertisement in the paper that no one else can see, and his life is turned upside-down. The Broom Closet: you can be anyone you want while you're there, but you won't remember it in the morning.

Speak (and may the world come undone) by @shealwaysreads (E, 26k)

The war is on in earnest, and the hunt for the Horcruxes has begun. Harry receives help from the least expected person, and must decide whether he can trust the enemy he knows best.

Your Place or Mine? by @l0vegl0wsinthedark (E, 26k)

"This person is so much harder to hate. And I’m supposed to hate Malfoy. How the fuck else am I supposed to limit this to just sex?"

Buds, Blooms, and Beards by @corvuscrowned (E, 27k)

Harry and Ginny have built an easy, happy life for themselves after the war. They run a thriving plant shop together, they have a great relationship, and they're definitely not gay.

I Bet That You Look Good on the Dancefloor by birdsofshore (E, 28k)

Harry felt lit up from inside as soon as he entered the bar. There were blokes dancing together, their bodies close to one another, not keeping a wary distance as Harry was always careful to do when he was near another man.

Romp and Circumstance by @wolfpants (E, 35k)

Since the war, Harry Potter has gone from Saviour to Scoundrel—not that he’s complaining. With a schedule full of gorgeous men, alcohol, and late nights, why would he want to change? Enter Draco Malfoy: beautiful, sharp, and completely untouchable. When Draco comes to Harry with a proposition to help him attract an engagement, Harry’s up for it—after all, how hard can it be not falling for his former nemesis?

Dwelling by aideomai (T, 83k)

Curses, James and Lily Potter ride again, several Ministry balls, a teenage Summer of Love, a grim young adult dystopian winter, a few different Draco Malfoys, secrets and the problems re: not having any, alternate lives, impossible lives, real lives, allusions to Dirty Dancing, and just because it's not called the Mirror of Erised doesn't mean you shouldn't know better.

Reparo by amalin (E, 84k)

Voldemort's final defeat does not mean Harry Potter's troubles are over; far from it. In the aftermath of war, he returns to a Hogwarts that is fractured and divided, but this is no break that can be fixed with a spell. New owls, fading scars, surprising alliances—and along the way, the hardest task of all, to live with it.

Far From The Tree by aideomai (E, 112k)

The arrival of Harry Potter’s children—snapped back in time, the children themselves guessed, twenty or so years—was the most interesting thing to happen at Hogwarts for years.

A Secondary Education by Thunderbird587 (E, 234k)

Fleeing the aftermath of his recent divorce, Draco Malfoy takes up a post as the new Potions Master at Hogwarts. At first he believes his hopes for a fresh start are dashed when he sees that a certain boyhood rival is on staff there as well. But Harry Potter is being weirdly nice to him, leaving Draco no choice but to play along.

#asks #anon #first times

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angel-of-the-moons · 8 months

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I MEANT TO SEND THIS IN EARLIER BUT lol anyways could I request a Pav x reader fic?? I got two ideas and couldn’t pick which I wanted to send in so I’m just gonna throw em out and you could pick either one!

First idea, maybe him and a reader who’s a secret super-fan of Spider-Man, but claims to everyone else that she couldn’t be more uninterested in him. Maybe when she finally meets him up close and personally (possibly being saved by him) she tells him how much she admires them n they become friends?? Just fluffy stuff overall

Second idea is that reader was bitten instead of Pav and becomes spiderwoman?? She doesn’t tell him though despite being longtime friends until she gets injured and goes to him for help, finally revealing her identity to him.

-💐

Okay okay I'm gonna answer this in two parts because omg 💐 that's cute as fuck

Part 2 of this ask: Link

(Also I might sketch Spider-Woman India after this, thank you for the idea!)

Twist of Fates

Civilian!Pavitr x Spider-Woman!Reader

TW/CW: Mentions of violence, blood, injury, angst. Canon? Never heard of her.

All characters in this fic are aged up or of age

MINORS DNI: I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷

You just couldn't tell him. Even when you got bit by that spider, even when you got sick... not even when you got your powers.

Especially not when you put on your costume and swung out into the city to fight crime.

Your good friend Pavitr, bless his sweet, sunflowery, stray puppy dog-feeding heart, would probably drop dead of a heart attack if he found out about you being Mumbattan's hero, Spider-Woman.

That was... Until the last fight. You had a deep, bloody gash in your stomach, clutching onto it as you swing from building to building, hoping to get to the safety of Pavitr's home.

He was the only place you could imagine going. Your own parents would panic, freak out, paralyzed by what to do. Bring you to the hospital and risk your identity, or possibly mistreating you at home and making you worse?

You prayed his Aunty wasn't there with him right now.

You kept having to stop, wincing in pain. You eventually got tired of clutching your abdomen and shot some webs over the wound, staunching a bit of the blood flow so you could use both hands to hasten your escape.

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Pavitr was simply bobbing his head, nose buried in a textbook his professor said he needed for the next course in his college studies.

He tapped his pencil in tune with the music that came over his radio; but nearly jumped out of his skin when a thump came from outside his bedroom window.

He slowly lowered his book, wide brown eyes locked onto the pane of glass.

Suddenly...

"Spider-Woman?!" Pavitr gasped, blinking in shock as he stood up, his chair clattering backwards onto his floor.

He watched as your hand shakily pulled his window up--how did you know his window wasn't locked?--and rolled onto his bed, your chest heaving as you groaned, a red streak on the glass.

Was... Was that blood?

"Ohmigosh!" Pavitr panicked, rushing over when he saw the blood seeping through the webs you used to hastily bandage yourself.

"Ohmigoshohmigoshohmigosh!" He said, clutching at his head. "What are you doing here?!"

"Pavitr..." Your voice rasped out.

"How do you--"

His voice died in his throat when he heard you sob softly.

"I'm sorry."

He lowered his arms and kneeled onto his bed next to you, hands outstretched, unsure how to help.

"I'm sorry." You say again.

Pavitr shook his head and reached for your mask, but as he did, your bloody hand grasped his wrist with weak fingers, the bright crimson standing out on his tanned skin.

"It's okay, I need to make sure you're okay, okay?" Pavitr assured you gently, trying to keep the panicked edge from his voice.

You dropped your hand and let him pull the stretchy fabric from over your head, your hair spilling free, dried streaks of blood down your chin from your nose as your eyes meet, unobstructed.

Pavitr dropped the mask, and you felt another stab of guilt when he gasped out your name.

"You--" He sputtered. "It's you! You! You're Spider-Woman?!"

"I'm sorry." You sobbed, tears burning in your eyes as you looked at him.

"Sorry for--" Pavitr shook his head. "Nevermind. I... I need to find a way to help you, and..."

His mind began racing as he assessed the situation, looking you over.

"Please don't hate me." Your voice choked out.

God, you were so pale...

"Hate you? Why..." His eyes traveled up to your face, and he felt a stone drop into his heart when he saw you were unconscious, safe in the warmth of his bed.

Why? Why would he ever hate you?

How could he? You were his best friend. A hero.

He set to work immediately, treating your injury the best he could.

"Come on, sundari. You don't get to quit on me, now."

#💐 anon #pavitr prabhakar x you #pavitr prabhakar x reader

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mostesteemedgingeroverlord · 1 year

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Belief: Faith and Works

Started thinking about how I live out my faith, because I saw, once again, the argument that if pro-lifers were serious about saving children, more of us would foster or adopt. And look, it's a bad faith argument, I know that. It's more of a "gotcha" than an actual thing they expect us to consider. But maybe we need to take it seriously. Maybe we need to be willing to think about the implications of our beliefs, all of our beliefs, beyond the easy parts.

Before I get blasted, let me acknowledge that many people are not able to foster or adopt, whether for physical, mental, or financial reasons. And that doesn't undermine the validity of their belief that babies deserve to live. I'm not saying that you have to do something about your belief to be allowed to believe it.

But you probably should.

What resources do we each have to live out the conclusions of our beliefs, yet choose not to do so? And I'm not even talking big. Yeah, some of us can donate our time and money, some of us can foster or adopt, but everyone can do something. You can pick up the kids of the single mom down the road when she works late on Tuesdays. You can start a little dance class at your church for the under privileged girls in your community who couldn't otherwise afford it. You could give that international student a ride to the airport at 5 in the morning. You could have dinner with the immigrant family who is new in town and doesn't have many friends yet. You could help your widowed friend move in to his new house. You could babysit for that mom you know who needs a night out with her friends or her husband. You could invite that college kid who is far from home or rejected by her parents to come to your house for the holidays. You could love the people around you! Even when it's uncomfy or awkward or inconvenient. (And those are all real examples I've seen lived out by those around me, not hypotheticals.)

Being pro-life is just a facet of the Christian life. A glimmer of the diamond that is the body of Christ in it's magnificent whole. Of course we are pro-life! We are pro-humanity! Pro-community! Pro-compassion! Because that's what Jesus requires of us. Two commands: love the Lord your God and love the people He made in his Image. We love God by knowing Him better. But we don't get to separate our love for Him from our love for others. "As much as you have done of the least of these, you have done for Me."

It's easy to write this. It's easy to yell on the internet, to rant at those who disagree or misunderstand. It's easy to get puffed up in our "most correct" beliefs. But love? That thing that our faith is empty without? That thing that defines us as Christ followers? That's gotta come from more than just our words, guys. And actions are really hard sometimes, but if our faith is real, we have to ask the Spirit -- our Comforter and Advocate and the Voice of God in our hearts! -- for the strength to do it anyway.

There are over 300, 000 children in foster care in the US. There are 4000 in my state. I'm a single woman, but I have a good job and a house and a good support system. I have a deep hurt for these kids. I'm not for one second under the impression that it would be easy to foster (I have close friends who foster and my best friend is a social worker, I know the realities) or that I would be undermining my beliefs if I don't do it. But I'm praying about it, very seriously. Praying that if that's what I am suppose to do, that God will give me the strength to do it, and that if that's not what I'm supposed to do, that He will show me what I am supposed to do.

I think we make excuses too often. "Oh sorry God, I can't do that, so I guess I can't help with this. Good luck!" It needs to be "God I don't think I have the ability to help this way, but help me to see if I'm wrong or to find the thing I can do." There is always something you can do! (Even if it's prayer! And there's no "just" prayer, but that's a rant for another day. Prayer is big and powerful and tunes our hearts to God's, I'll just say that for now.)

Anyway, this is mostly an introspective ramble about my own conviction about my faith, but maybe it will help someone else. And remember! God made you special and he loves you very much.

#christianity #faith and works #faith #faith without works is dead #sacrifice is part of love #love is inseparable from christianity

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kn96artworks · 5 months

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The bright light from an alien sun beats down onto the battered ground following a fierce battle. Strange cricket-like creatures cries, filling the otherwise calm and silent air. It seems to be sometime equivalent to an earthen summer in this strange alien land. A space ship lies rest on a nearby plain some distance away from the battle grounds.

Riku slumped down onto the worn couch of the Nebula House. He had a feeling the monster he detected was a going to be a pain but he didn't expect for it to literally multiply just as he thought he managed to get it down. Thank god help came or else...

"Hah, that was something..!" Haruki flopped down on the floor nearby, letting a loud tired sigh. "-I was getting real panicked then. Thank goodness you came in time..-!"

A soft groan preceeds the reply from the other person sitting against the wall across the two of them. "..Still, that much would be hard to manage alone even for me. Riku held on well on his own." Riku replies with a weak 'thank you' to Gai's words.

The ship is empty save for the three exhausted ultramen. Laiha and Pega went out to a nearby colony a while before the monster came to find supplies. He stayed back with the excuse that he'll keep watch but before he could even boot the console for a gaming session, a loud explosion came from outside together with a violent shake. The familar ping of REM announcing a monster is nearby couldn't be anymore conclusive. Riku heaves a long sigh, gradually deflating.

[Riku, everyone, I would like to run a diagnostic tests on the three of you to assess for any injuries sustained from the battle.] REM's familiar robotic voice rings breaking the prior silence.

"Right, that sounds like a great idea." All three of them move from their respective spots, slowly picking themselves up as REM directs them to stand still while the scan is in progress. A soft ping sounds after a brief period.

[The scan is done. It seems there are no serious injuries sustained other than general physical strain and fatigue]. A simplified diagram of the three men appears on the holographic monitor together with various notes and measurements. [I suggest sufficient rest and meals for adequate recovery].

"Thank you, REM." That's really good to hear.

"--Ano," Haruki suddenly raises his hand as if to call for attention in a classroom before continuing. "--What is this?" He asked while pointing towards an oddly shaded spot on Gai's lower abdominal area. "Gai-san do you feel any pain right there?"

Gai looks down on himself while patting around the indicated area. "No, not really."

REM flickered for a few seconds as the system formulates an answer. [The scan detects increased activity within the reproductive system. It is determined to be within normal range.]

"Wait, what do you mean 'increased activity in the reproductive system'?" Riku turns towards REM puzzlingly. Another blink follows.

[There seems to be active gestational process underway. I believe it is called a 'pregnancy'].

"Oh, I see....--Eeh?!!” Haruki nods in understanding before breaking into a shock together with Riku.

And as for Gai..,

--Eh let's say that it's news to him too.

#random #ultraman orb #ultraman geed #ultraman zett #uhh shenenigans on an alien planet #minific #my brain and me

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