#anyways my brain is barely functioning so that’s all good night

[euphorajeon]

the love upon your eyes | jjk

— pairing: jk x f. reader

— genre: fluff | college au

— word count: 0.9k

— warnings: soft jk, llike very soft, shirtless jk, that's it haha

— summary: when your mind is cloudy with sleep, jeongguk takes the opportunity to gaze at you, lovingly.

— author's note: broo did you all see how cool jeongguk was in golden live on stage... our best friend for real... also the gcf in budapest is really boxer!gguk coded hhh i got whiplash watching it. anyways. hope you enjoy this little bit of something from boxer!gguk !!! (ps. this is basically in the sheets but with the roles reversed :> )

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You’ve known Jeongguk for as long as you can remember. His annoying presence seemed to cement itself in your life, not allowing you to have a day without some memories of him. Jeongguk who always sang on the way home from school. Jeongguk who was there when you almost drowned when you were ten. Jeongguk who made fun of your hair in middle school. Jeongguk who had a colorful t-shirt phase in high school. Jeongguk who moved to another city for university.

It felt weird when he left, not having someone follow you around just to pester you, but eventually, it felt peaceful. You’re able to make new friends, study properly, and enjoy your time as a new university student. Jeongguk still texted you occasionally, giving you updates of his life and bantering with you whenever he wanted (when you protested, he said he’d only done that because he was bored. You’d given him the middle finger emoji which he laughed off.)

Jeongguk’s been annoying all of his life, so when he showed up at your doorstep two years after the last time you saw him, you expected nothing less. He truly didn’t change, still the same Jeongguk who brushed off your shocked concerns and responded with teasing remarks instead. So much teasing, so much tempting, until you lost it and kissed him right on his pierced lips.

All of that tells you that Jeongguk will always be annoying. Endearing, but annoying. Loving, but annoying.

So imagine how you feel when one morning, your whole world tilts on its axis when you open your eyes to Jeongguk gazing at you, lovingly. Most of his body is covered in his white blankets, only his shoulders and arms are visible, one of which is covering the bottom part of his face. You can only see his nose and eyes, again obstructed by the unruly strands of his hair, but those eyes tell everything. They tell you that Jeon Jeongguk is looking at you with all the love he has stored in his heart, without even a pinch of the annoying twinkle he usually has hidden somewhere in the flecks of his orbs.

Jeongguk lets out a chuckle through his nose when you groan.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” he says, words muffled by his arm still covering his mouth. “Did you sleep well?”

Your barely-open eyes narrow into slits, blurring his form in your vision into a mush of white, black, and skin color. Despite that, you know the sound he just let out is another chuckle through the nose, now even more endeared. “Who are you, and what have you done to my Jeongguk?”

It sounds sassy in your head, your usual tone when talking to your boyfriend, but you don’t know that it only sounds like a jumbled mess in Jeongguk’s ears. Your whole body is still heavy with sleep, the tiny functioning part of your brain only recognizing the love in Jeongguk’s eyes that is so peculiar until your brain fails to aid to your ability to speak clearly. You don’t have to worry, though, because the tiny laugh that rumbles through Jeongguk’s chest tells you that he understood your words perfectly.

“Why so cranky, babe?” Jeongguk reaches out a tattooed hand to pinch lightly at your cheek. “Was last night not enough?”

You’re in the middle of turning around, intending to ignore Jeongguk’s soft stare and confront it later when you’re more awake, but his question makes you pause. Focusing your crusty eyes on him, you just realize that he’s not wearing any shirt, his arms and shoulders bare for you to see. Oh, he must have been looking at you with so much love pouring out of his eyes for you to miss the tattooed bulging biceps on display. This is bad.

Okay, back to his question. Last night, he said?

Your hands automatically pat down your body, which, thankfully, is covered by a t-shirt. You even still have your pajama shorts on. What does he mean by last night?

Apparently you voiced that aloud, with confusion written all over your sleepy face.

“Alright, alright, we didn’t go all the way last night,” Jeongguk laughs—he’s really cheerful considering the time of day, you notice—while coaxing the crease between your eyebrows away with his fingers. “Made out for a while on the bed, but you kinda slipped away from the kiss in the middle of it. I guess you were too tired, so I let you sleep instead.”

You didn’t remember anything from last night. Maybe he’s right, exhaustion took over your entire body that your brain just didn’t store any memories for a few hours. So, you ask the one sensible thing your brain could conjure up right now: “Did I leave you with a hard-on?”

Your eyes are nearly closed again, so you don’t see the amused expression Jeongguk has on his face. “If I tell you yes, would you apologize for it?”

“Mhm, sorry,” you mumble non-commitally.

There’s a few seconds pause. Then, “That’s it? No snarky remarks about how you don’t have to apologize for my bodily function?” Jeongguk asks, still amused by your lack of bite.

“Mhm,” you hum again. “Wanna go back to sleep…” You’re interrupted by a big yawn, “if argument, no sleep…”

Jeongguk has to bite his lip to prevent himself from breaking into a huge grin as he reaches for you, tugging your form closer to his so you can place your head on his chest. He envelops you in his arms, completely engulfing your frame with his big build. You drape your arm lazily on his waist, let him tangle his legs with yours. Jeongguk then drops a kiss on your head, one you barely register because your brain starts succumbing back to sleep.

“Sleep tight, sleepyhead,” he whispers before smiling to himself.��

“I’ll still love you even if you gave me blue balls in the middle of the night.”

a/n: thank you for reading! hope you enjoyed this little ball of fluff hehe. help me improve by giving me feedback in my askbox or here! :D

#bts #jungkook #jeon jungkook #bts jungkook #fanfic #fic #bts fic #bts fanfic #bts au #bts college au #jungkook college au #jungkook drabble #jungkook oneshot #jungkook au #jungkook scenarios #jungkook fluff #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #boxer!jungkook #boxer!gguk

[futterurl]

mike x reader. ik that man whines and begs in bed 👀 i’ll let you take it from there

ohhh my god you already know that man is so submissive and breedable

WARNINGS: fem!reader, oral(f!receiving), p in v, sub!mike, riding

- - - - - - - - -

you and mike took things very slow when you first became an item

you would go on cute dates, spend time with abby, kiss him every now and then, all that stuff

you would watch abby whenever he had to take night shifts, which he was truly grateful for

he didn’t have the money, and he knew you wouldn’t accept it anyway. he was determined to make it up to you

you guys hadn’t done anything sexual yet in the relationship, not really getting to that point yet

once you came home one day after dropping abby off to school, that all changed.

he was in the kitchen, reading something, then his eyes turned to you, watching you fall onto the couch

he walked over and sat himself next to you, rubbing your cheek

you talked to him for awhile about how hard it was to stay up all night, and you had no idea how he did it at his job

he looked at you, serious face

“what’s wrong, mike?” you asked.

he got off the couch, knees on the ground, looking up to you.

“i need to make this up to you” he stated

you had no idea where this was going, but you didn’t want him to feel bad about his circumstances. you were doing this out of your love for him

“mike-”

“please let me go down on you”

what

you sat there, brain barely functioning at what he just said. had you heard him correctly?

“what…?” you started, to which he cut you off

“you always do so much for me, and i know we’re together and stuff, but it still isn’t right. i want to- no, i need to make this up to you. i want to make you feel good. please. let me make you feel so fucking good.”

your thighs clenched against each other. you were getting turned on by this, but you were still hesitant

“please, i want to do this. let me make you see fucking stars”

“okay, mike. o..only if you really want to.” you said, getting excited

he was so quick to take your sweats off, looking at your lace panties

“so beautiful, you always wear these? why didn’t i do this earlier?”

he slowly took them off, wasting no time before kissing your thighs all over

he got closer and closer to where you needed him most, his pace going agonizingly slow

“please, mike…” you pleaded

he obliged, kissing your clit

he started to practically make out with your sopping cunt. your legs wrapped around his shoulders as his tongue ran up and down your folds

he was getting sloppy with it, running his tongue vigorously on your clit

and this man

he was letting out fucking breathy whimpers while he was eating you out

it was the hottest thing you’d ever seen: he was whimpering and borderline moaning as he started to tongue fuck you

he made sure you had the best orgasm of your life. he really did make you see fucking stars

now fast forward a few weeks

you guys had gotten more comfortable with being intimate

one night you both decided to go all the way

he sat on the bed, you straddling his hips, clothes on the floor

“please, put it in, can’t take it anymore. need to feel your tight cunt.” he begged

and who were you to say no to your man

you took him inside you, sinking onto his length at an agonizing slow pace

he made sure you went slow

he didn’t want it to hurt for you; he knew he was pretty big

but fuck, he just wanted to pound into you

the moans started, him letting out heavenly noises as your hips met his

he held your hips, rubbing circles by your hip bones

he was trying to help you, but was really trying to refrain from busting in seconds

once you started moving it was game over

you had him wrapped around your finger

he wanted to stay in your pussy forever, your walls fit him like a glove

“please, more, please, fuck”

he moaned incoherent babbles every time your hips met his

his hips would occasionally thrust up, succumbing to the pleasure

“g-gonna cum soon, please let me cum. please.” he was begging at this point

you sped up your bouncing, trying to take him all the way with every single thrust

he was digging his nails into your hips

“cumming, cumming, FUCK”

he shouted your name as he released spurts of cum into your cunt, followed by so many ‘thank you’s’

you came soon after

he held you, both of you breathing heavy

all he would say was thank you

you ran your fingers through his hair. you couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend

#fnaf smut #fnaf movie #mike schimdt x reader #mike schmidt smut #mike schmidt

[mirrorthoughts]

The Identity Crisis of Desmond Miles

Alright, here we are 😂 Thanks to everyone who has voted on my poll (and yes, I know it's not over yet but I wrote this already anyway 😂), I’m actually surprised I got more than 10 votes (and all of them on a yes 💕(the one for the results was mine 😂I wanted to see how it’s going)).

So yeah, Blorbo thoughts about Desmond’s brain, how the Animus maybe-probably works on it and how it’s actually possible that Desmond still has a (probably in the end very weak) grasp of his own identity (below a readmore, because I don’t know how long this will get 😂😂)

The Start

First a few facts I will base this whole… essay on

Desmond learns skills from his ancestors, so the Animus has to impact him deeper than only on a surface level (surface level would be like playing a VR version of a game).

I don’t have the precise ages/dates in mind for the lifespans of Altair, Ezio and Connor, but even if I’m being conservative we’ll get at least 80+ years of other people’s memories in contrast to Desmond’s 25 years of life (…just realized he’s about half a year older than me, so maybe it’s not a surprise he’s one of my forever-blorbos <.<…), one of those, namely Ezio’s he actually ‘lived’ from birth to retirement (= ~55-60 years).

AC Revelations is the only real glance into Desmond’s own memories (aside from what he tells us at the beginning of AC1 and 2). From a doylistic view I know that Ubisoft probably just didn’t want to expend more effort to create Desmond’s memories the same as his ancestor’s, especially because they probably knew at that point they would kill him in the next installment anyway. From a watsonian view the way his memories are all bare bones - mostly his voice talking as if it was a story he remembers and not something he actually lived, without people/faces and places he knew - comes across as if he doesn’t really remember all that much anymore, as if they were really old memories buried by the rest of his (or rather his ancestors’) life.

The brain can hold a lot of information and memories. Even more than you might think. We all know about those Guiness World Records guys that taught themselves to easily remember a myriad of numbers, words, things, whatever. I actually recently saw a very good video about how to do that even as a ‘normal person’. And I’m not even talking about people with photographic, eidetic, echoic or other types of ‘perfect memory’. So, I think we can agree on: the brain is fucking awesome (most of the time) and probably can actually handle the 130+ years Desmond has experienced.

Desmond

Desmond’s ‘life’, according to what his brain experiences when he was in Abstergo’s hands looks a bit like this: Desmond (25yrs) -> Altair (however many days/weeks) -> Desmond (one night’s sleep) -> Altair (however many days/weeks) -> Desmond (one night’s sleep) -> repeat until he gets broken out of Abstergo.

And it only gets worse. Yes, he gets more “free time” when he’s with Shaun and Rebbecca, but at the same time he experiences weeks, if not months of Ezio’s life at a time! Sometimes even years. (We can argue about how the time jump-function works in the Animus, but he still gets the information of what happened how during that time because Ezio knows all of that shit, so even if it’s not as detailed as what he actually actively lives through he still gets the memory of what happened during that time as far as I’m concerned).

And then we have the most extreme ratio in Revelations: Mere seconds of being Desmond (hello computer/brain-speed!) against another few months/about a year of Ezio’s time.

During AC3 it’s not as clear cut how much time he spends in the Animus, thanks to them being inside, but I’d guess they’re about at the same ratio as with AC2, maybe a bit better since he does get to go on missions outside.

In total that makes maybe three months of Desmond’s time (it’s about half a year from when he got kidnapped to when he dies minus all the time he was in the animus. Tbh I think it’s even less than three months he has as Desmond/himself during that time) against literal decades of memories and experiences of his ancestors during the same time. And of course the Bleeding Effect that even disturbs his ‘Desmond time’.

So much for the ‘mathematical’ side of it all 😂

To summarize: Every memory that Desmond makes as himself is overshadowed by dozens of memories he makes as one of his ancestors. So piece by piece, Desmond’s own memories get buried deeper and deeper in his head and those 25 years he actually was only Desmond get fainter and fainter as the new memories he’s making as his ancestors are getting favored by his brain.

Identity Crisis

At this point, it wouldn’t be surprising if Desmond really believed himself to be Ezio, right? After all he’s lived about 55 years of Ezio, he remembers being born as him (and wasn’t that an awkward scene to play… nevermind experience for Desmond), growing up as him, and of course everything we as the player played through with Ezio. And although aside from some verbal outbursts against especially Lucy and a few scenes of the Bleeding Effect we actually don’t see much of it during the game (as far as I remember at least). But we also know about the in-game consequences of using the Animus in detail - hello Clay - and that Abstergo doesn’t really care about the effects of the Animus on their victims as long as they get from them what they want/need.

And yes, Rebecca’s Baby 2.0 was optimized by her to make it better/easier for Desmond. But better/lesser effects still means there will be some effects. And also… afaik Rebbecca has her informations about the Animus from whatever Lucy ‘smuggled out’ of Abstergo. Lucy is said to be a Templar spy, so what informations did she really give Rebecca? Bc as far as I’m concerned it would be to Lucy’s/the Templar’s advantage if Desmond would find them what they need more or less by his own choice and then is brain gets scrambled to hell and back so the Assassins won’t be able to get more informations themselves, right?

Anyway, @Raett (who was a lovely participant in the discussion of these thoughts) hit me with that lovely sentence of “If you've spent more time being 'Ezio' than being 'Desmond' than what's to say [you aren’t] Ezio with memories of Desmond?”

And… just imagine. You’ve just gone through decades of memories, your own memories are faint right now (see point 3) and you’re not quite sure if those actually are your memories or if that’s just something you’ve seen. Maybe you are Ezio after all? Maybe you only dreamt of those ‘memories’ of Desmond - after all that weird vision of a woman that called you the Prophet also talked about someone with that Name! Okay, alright, then you are obviously Ezio, right? You remember your family, your sister, after all you write to her regularly when you are not visiting. You remember Constantinopoli, you remember traveling to Masyaf, you remember finding Altair’s body, his memories.

Wait.

You remember more of Altair then the memory discs have shown you. How can you remember more of Altair’s life? It was already a miracle in your eyes that you saw his memories at all! You remember someone named Connor, Ratonhnhaké:ton. You remember him living in the future, not as far as Desmond, but still far closer to him than yourself. How can you remember the future if you are Ezio? But you remember your - Ezio’s - whole life, so you have to be Ezio, right? But you also remember Altair’s life. Not all of it, but years of it. And you remember Ratonhnhaké:ton, remember how he became Connor, remember his work and life up to somewhere in his later twenties.

And you remember, though faintly, Desmond. You remember that diabolical machine Desmond used. You remember what he was forced to do.

You can remember remembering, reliving your memories.

Are they really yours? Or maybe, maybe you aren’t Ezio after all.

Remembering

So, now that Desmond’s gone through that circle of ‘who am I?’ and ‘I’m Ezio, right?’ and ‘I have to be Ezio, but I can’t be Ezio, so who am I?’ probably more than just a couple of times, what actually is it that brings him back every time?

The short answer is probably ‘reality’, even though that sounds dumb as fuck at first 😂

But in a wider sense that’s actually true. A person’s memory doesn’t only consist of seeing and hearing things, as much as someone who played the games might get the impression because the average person has yet to be able to smell/feel/taste things from computer games 😂.

And that’s the crux, the only thing that actually saves Desmond from loosing himself completely: Sensory impressions, which are a great trigger to remember things.

The clothes he’s wearing don’t feel like any of his ancestor’s clothes. Their make and design are completely different, the fabric was produced in a different way, the clothes themselves, like underwear are even a modern invention (modern men’s underwear is actually largely an invention of the 1930s). And of course nowadays most people wear a lot less layers than it was custom in most of human history.

Then there’s sound and smell (and visuals of course), a modern city is so much louder than even ancient Rome has been. More people (the world’s population is more than 20 times larger than during the 1400s (Ezio was born in the latter half of that century). And between 2011 and 2023 we actually gained another Billion of people on this world!), loud and smelly cars, food stalls, tared streets, large buildings and modern architecture. Cities in general.

And of course he has his companions who would jog his memories by being there.

And his companions are the ones who also trigger another sense of Desmond: touch. Or at least I hope they do <.< touch starvation is a bitch and even a hand on your shoulder or sitting closer together and almost touching and stuff like that do help a lot.

In the same vein we also have Desmond’s own bodily awareness by the way. Especially after months of mostly lying in the Animus he won’t be as strong or enduring as his ancestors and when I think about how Ezio’ running around Rome in his armor… well Desmond definitely has a long way to get anywhere near that strength 😂😂😂 So, his body doesn’t feel like either his ancestor’s bodies. And he also has different markings on his body than them (aside from the scar on his lip that he shares with Altair and Ezio) and, of course, he has his tattoo.

And I think that’s what is grounding him the most. While he sure as hell can fall into one of his ancestors’ personalities when he’s hiding somewhere in the woods, cars - and technology in general - and cities and people have the best chance at pulling him back into himself. Even small things like a tea one of his ancestors remembers that just doesn’t taste quite right. Because over the hundreds of years the plants used to make that tea changed by natural evolution or - more likely - by cultivation through humans.

Coping

I’m kinda curious what they would have done with Desmond if he’d survived in canon. But since they didn’t really let him survive (I’m expertly ignoring the Reader btw.) we will never know an answer to that, I guess <.<…

Though I think with a bit of therapy he’d actually be able to compartmentalize the memories of his ancestors quite well? I mean… I actually think I saw something similar in a fanfic, but since each of their lives was so uniquely different I think it would actually be pretty clear cut to shove each of them in a dedicated space - like a mind palace or something.

I mean, mind palaces work by using a place (real or imaginary) that you know very well and kinda… sort what ever you want to remember in those places. Other than Desmond who mostly has the farm (and I don’t think he’d want to use that place and revisit it every time he tries to remember something specific) each of the other three kinda has at least one dedicated space he knows like the back of his hand. For Ezio he could use Florence, Monteriggioni, even Rome (though maybe a place he isn’t going to travel to that often). For Altair Masyaf is the most likely choice in my opinion. And for Connor he has the homestead and his ship. Just places he hasn’t the same connection to as Desmond and which he can imagine well enough.

He would probably still need a shit ton of therapy for that whole thing anyway and for coping with his own childhood and how his dad is a fucking asshole, too <.<… But he would have a chance to cope, maybe even heal.

Anyway, thanks for everyone who read this far 😂😂😂 I didn’t expect to turn this whole thing into a 2k+ essay, but well, I kinda did o_O… I have no idea if I remembered everything I wanted to write, but this thing is what you get 😂 Hope you had fun! :D (And thanks for wanting to read this to everyone who voted 💕)

#seikaze #sei's brain bubbles #assassin's creed #desmond miles #this got so much larger than I anticipated #it was actually a joke that I called it 'essay' at the beginning #but welp #now it's 2.2k plus a bit long

[decaying-enigma]

DP Crossover Prompt

DP x Harry Potter

Please bare with me as I begin:

We, as a collective, have established that it was Lily’s sacrifice, via when Voldemort killed her, that protected Harry and rebounded the Killing Curse back at Tom Riddle that night.

Yet, if I may take this a step even further. Some may ask, where did Lily possibly learn how to do this? Realistically, there’s no way that this magic was just something Lily invented, no matter how talented she was.

I am a little lazy, so it easier just to say she either found a book or scroll in the Potter library/vault or was somehow ‘mysteriously’ *Clockwork* led to find the ritual.

A very specific ritual that called upon the MONARCH OF THE INFINITE REALM to protect someone and place them under their rule.

This ritual was originally used by Parish Dark as an easy method to damning souls to eternal servitude as mindless drones in his army.

Lily didn’t see the eternal servitude part, as it was in the fine print, and honestly, who actually reads the fine print anyway. She did the ritual, but ‘accidentally’ mistranslated some words.

Who knew protection and adoption looked so similar in Ghost?

Anywho, by invoking the power of the Monarch of The Infinite Realm, Lily thought she put Harry under the Monarch’s rule and protection.

Which, if she translated it correctly, it would have. But since she didn’t….something else happened instead. Something incredibly unexpected.

For example, making a deal with the Monarch of The Infinite Realm to adopt her son.

Thus, enters a very confused and very tired Danny Fenton simply trying to get his college degree when, completely out of the blue, he can immediately recognize that he somehow just adopted an infant.

A actual human infant.

It’s a wizard and has magic, but still human for the most part.

*Cue Danny realizing this as a soul appeared in front of him*

Danny: “Fiddlesticks!”

*Immediately calls Jazz, the only Fenton with properly functioning brain cells*

Jazz: “What’s up?”

Danny: “I got another kid.”

Jazz: *Not even phased anymore* “What is it this time? Clone? Alternate timeline? Emotionally imprinted?

Danny: “A witch did a blood ritual invoking my status as Ruler of The Ghost Zone to save her kid’s life in exchange for eternal servitude. Now I kinda own her soul, and I sorta technically adopted her son.”

Jazz: 😐

Jazz: “…Huh. That is a new one. So when can I meet my new nephew?”

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*Danny sending Harry off to Hogwarts*

Danny: “Okay, repeat everything I’ve said back to me.”

Harry: “If I ever see something dangerous, I shot it immediately then asks questions after.”

Danny: *nodding* “Good. What else?”

Harry: “If a evil person tries to make me their evil apprentice, I shoot them twice to be safe.”

Danny: “Better. And what if you discover someone is plotting to destroy the school or to use a powerful artifact to gain power and become immortal?”

Harry: “…I get the bazooka?”

Danny: *tears in his eye* “Your grandparents would be so proud of you.”

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Requirements/Ideas:

-Harry will not, under any circumstance, stay with the Dursley’s (Not if Danny has anything to say about it)

-Lily will become a ghost/or shade that will help raise Harry. It takes a few year for her to fully form after dying and regain all of her memories.

-James Potter can either be fully dead or also become a ghost since his soul was technically involved with the bargain Lily made.

-Harry will be mostly raised by Danny, other ghosts, and the Fenton’s(debatable if you want Danny to have a good relationship with his parents) (#Dissection)

-Harry is not a Horcrux. None of that bullshit.

-Good amount of Dumbledore bashing, but not too much. Snape, on the other hand, will be crucified and nothing will change my mind.

-100000% see Danny as the Ultimate helicopter parent, but also be, like, super involved. I’m talking forming a Hogwarts PTA, randomly showing up to Harry’s Quidditch games and no one being able to stop him, and will for sure threaten anything remotely registering as a threat to Harry.

-Danny will become friends with Hagrid, and visit Hogwarts so Cujo and Fluffy can have play dates.

-Dani will be the Wine Aunt/older sister that randomly shows up sometimes. Clockwork is the fun grandpa that always gives out random fortune cookie advice. Dan is the weird uncle that likes to encourage mildly illegal activity whenever possible. And Vlad is just there.

-Daniel James Fenton/Phantom will not be nerfed in any way. My boy is the ruler of an ENTIRE DIMENSION. Ain’t no way some pasty dudes with sticks are gonna beat him or be even remotely close to his level.

You can fight me on this.

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#danny phantom #danny fenton #dp prompt #dp #ectoberhaunt22 #crossover #harry potter #jazz fenton #dp x hp #ghost king danny #teen mom

[theghostshost]

HelloOOoo !! Good morning or afternoon or night??? I hope you're okay rn. I saw that we can leave coments, so I wanted to try although I'm not good at English. Your art style is sO PRETTYYYY- I follow from Twitter, and your art really inspires me a lot. Don't change your hobby for anything or anyone <33

My ask is: Is there a way to see your Reborn AU? I like so much your Effigy AU, it's too good to know at least some of it jj. But I can't find how to see your posts about your other AU. Anyways, that's all- Have a great day and this anon girl sends you regards from Venezuela !! 🫶

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW TY YTYTYTY!! You're wayy too kind and sweet and ur words mean a lot! /Genuine! To answer your question- There's currently no way to find Reborn AU content because honestly, Theres VERY little content about it in general. It's not as "grand" as effigy au, cuz i have maybe like 1 mini comic on it and the rest is just either Vague fully rendered Art of TK- or shitpost concept doodles about story HC's and nonsense. The most of my reborn work is honestly only shared between a few online friends cuz it involves their oc's as well. + Reborn AU, while it is in function an LMK AU has a lot more OC influence than you would expect. To summarize, There isn't ALOT/ theres barely stuff concerning the LMK Reborn AU in any of my social media accounts, and most of it is scattered and sporadic and makes very little sense, unlike effigy AU. Will I work more on LMKReborn? Yes! however Effigy AU is sorta at the front of my brain rn, I love reborn AU, but stone monkeys go brrrrrrrrrrrr!!

[blooming-violets]

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P.P being sick (and needy possibly?)

We all know Peter becomes a needy baby boy whenever he has even the slightest snivel

He needs you to take care of him. Well, he doesn't need it, but he highly requests it. It starts off with a call in the morning after you text him your usual 'good morning' text.

Peter's more of a caller than a texter because he likes to hear your voice and doesn't have the patience for texting. He'd rather word vomit everything on his mind out loud to you. This morning is a little different. The call starts with heavy breathing followed by a gross coughing fit.

"Save me," the gravely voice croaks on the other end. "'m dyin' over'ere. Come to me. Hold me. Help me. I can see the light. 'm goin' into the light."

"Is this about cold from yesterday, Peter?"

"No...maybe...yes...but, I swear, I see the light. It's callin' out to me. Quickly. Come pull me back from it. This cold has mutated. It's become a beast. Takin' over my whole body. Can't function anymore. SOS. Save me. Please." -cue more horrible coughing-

"Drama queen."

You pull yourself out of bed and get ready to head over there anyway. Peter might be the world's biggest drama queen but he's extra sweet when he's sick and you don't want to miss out on that.

His apartment is really bare. He's been living here for a year and still only has a mattress on the floor for a bed. There's not even a fitted sheet on it today. The man is a mess. A pathetic mess and you take pity on him.

"Alright, Parker, get up. I'm taking you back to my place. I have some leftover dumpling soup I can make for you and a bed that doesn't look like it belongs in a crack house."

You help bundle him up like he's a toddler in need of assistance. He insists on wearing a beanie and scarf even though it's warm out. You don't fight him on it.

He moans and groans the entire way back to your apartment despite it only being a few blocks away from his. You hold the big baby's hand and drag him along behind you.

Back your place, he collapses into your bed and almost immediately starts snoring. He can't keep his eyes open. Didn't even take his shoes or jacket off. He's more sick than you thought so you let him rest.

You tuck him in, doing your best to wiggle him out of his outside clothes, and take his temperature while he sleeps. It's high but not dangerously so. You let the baby sleep which ends up being most of the day.

By mid afternoon, you decide to wake him to make sure his brain is still functioning and hasn't melted into goo from the fever.

He wakes up covered in drool and snot, his eyes are all crusty, his mouth is dry, he doesn't know where the fuck he is. He's groaning and unable to form words. His hands keeps sticking to everything like it's the first time he gained his powers all over again. A DISASTER BOY

"Where am I? Waz happenin' who's there? 'm Spider-Man, I can fight ya....'m so strong..."

You shush him, rolling your eyes, "Yes I know. You're a big, strong super hero. It's just me. Calm down. You're sick. And kinda gross. You don't smell great."

You roll his ass into the shower, letting him get cleaned off and refreshed, while you heat up some soup.

He's more coherent when he comes back and smells nice so that's a plus for you.

You spent the rest of the evening eating your soup, curled up in bed with him, and watching a movie on your laptop.

Peter refuses to let you get out of the bed for anything. He doesn't want you to leave his side. He has you wrapped up tightly in his arms as he dozes off and on.

And even though he feels like a giant, feverish heater attached to you and you're getting sweaty and will probably get sick in the next few days, you let it happen.

If you end up getting sick then he can repay the favor of getting to dote on you the entire night.

Make sure you give him all the kisses all over his fevered face so you can watch his half asleep, lazy smiles and listen to his little grunts of approval.

Because even in his sickly sleep state, he loves and craves your attention.

#tasm #the amazing spiderman #peter parker #tasm peter parker #andrew garfield #tasm headcanon #tasm imagine #peter parker imagine #peter parker headcanon #tasm peter imagine #tasm peter headcanon #blooming violets #blooming-violets

[yanderes-galore]

seen your into rick and morty, i think i have a request up my sleeve ;)

now, a rick prompt of 7. i think it would match him pretty well tbh, and i dont really know what else to request for the show. also make sure not to overwork yourself !

Rick and Morty makes me feral/affectionate. I'd love to. I'm assuming you mean my prompts so I did that. No specific Rick intended.

Sorry for the wrong wait and sorry for making Rick a bit OOC.

Yandere! Rick Sanchez Prompt 7

Pairing: Romantic

"All this blood? It's all for you! Everything I do is all for you!"

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Jealousy, One night stand mentioned, Age gap, Obsession, Murder, Blood, Slight sadism, Kidnapping implied, Mind break due to trauma of murder, Drinking, You're in your 20s, Drug use mentioned, Disregard for life, Forced relationship.

Rick, in his age, thought he had given up being attached to anyone. You could say it’s because of his past, he really doesn’t care. Now Rick is used to getting boozed up and taking strange space drugs while driving he and his grandson into danger. 

He had given up finding anyone to fill the empty hole within him. He was content with just having flings and not really committing to any of them. He was one for parties and avoiding responsibility. 

What was the point, anyway? Nothing mattered to him.

Even when he first met you he still had his usual ideals. He had met you at one of the many parties he partakes in. You came with a friend Rick had invited and decided to see what it was like to attend a party with, well, otherworldly creatures.

You weren’t normally one for parties but your friend was adamant on coming to one hosted by Rick. At the time, you gave in and thought you’d have a good time. You had no idea going to a party would cause Rick to reconsider his ideals.

To put it bluntly, you got a bit out of hand. You had met Rick, a much older man, and greeted him. You mostly tried to stick by your friend but they themselves got too caught up in the mass of bodies. Somehow, with a few drinks, you found yourself back to Rick.

You weren’t sure why you came back to him, your mind is still fuzzy on the details. You can barely remember what he said yet you did remember downing some drinks with him. When drunk, he was funny. Strangely… flirty, too. 

You learned from your friend afterwards that’s just how Rick was. He got drunk with other people, had a one night stand with them, then continued on with his life. You recall at first being opposed to his advances, due to the age gap between the two of you. Although… you were in your 20s. What’s wrong with trying something new?

You clearly weren’t thinking straight, the alcohol shutting off your most basic brain functions. However, you faintly remember events of the first night you met Rick. You had given into one of his advances, next thing you know, you were in bed.

Next to him.

You heavily regret what you did that night now. Especially when you find out it leads to your misfortune later on. Before you drank with Rick, you had failed to realize just how dangerous he is. He’s a wanted space criminal, an incredibly intelligent space criminal with access to the strongest technology known and not known to man.

You’d think this would all be one fling. Just one night where you happened to be in bed with a man such as him while drunk. Even Rick himself thought you were just a one time thing.

Then he kept thinking about you. He kept thinking of your warmth and your laughter. Sure, you were both drunk and got a bit frisky. He hates the fact he keeps thinking back to you so frequently….

Loneliness was not a new emotion to him. He felt it all the time. Though when he woke up to you, it’s like it wasn’t even there. Then it hit him again like a ton of bricks when your friend had to drag you out the bed to go home. 

He spent nights thinking of you. He even curses his drunk self for not getting your number at the time. Oh well, he has the means to get it whenever he’s ready to. You want to question it when he eventually does get your number, though you were really out of it that night.

Was it really all that wrong of him to want to see you again? You made him feel something he hasn’t felt in years, ever since the incident with Diane….

The more he thinks of you, the more his obsession grows. He tries to ease his yearning by texting or calling you. You try to keep it short, unfortunately, upsetting him greatly….

“It’s awkward, Rick. Even being friends or just acquaintances is strange after what we did-”

Why did you have to be like this? Even when he said he’d do anything for a chance, you still turned it down. You drive him into a desperate state of mind and refuse him, did you like to watch him suffer?

He hates how you make him feel so whole but neglect giving him another taste. Didn't you say yourself you wanted to try something new? He remembers you did, so why back out now? His mind is twisted with the thought of you.

You drive him insane.

While he may still think life is meaningless and cruel, there’s some things within it that aren’t all that bad. Like you, even if you do torture him by not wishing to take things between you even further. Things like this must take time.

Although, Rick is an impatient man. 

Someone as impatient as him, tend to do irrational things.

Murder was nothing new to Rick. If things went wrong here, who says he can’t just go to another dimension to fix things? He didn’t have to do any of this, though why does it matter? 

Even if it means bloodshed, he’s willing to do anything for you since you make him feel so… anxious and excited.

"All this blood? It's all for you! Everything I do is all for you!"

Some sadistic part of him thinks your fear is cute. The fact you stare at him with regret pains him, yet it’ll change soon. You’re just a bit frightened by all the blood. He picked the most brutal weapon to prove a point….

It’s been months since you two first met. You barely talked in person, though texts and calls were frequent. It irritated him how you’d spend more time with the friend that took you to the party instead of him, the guy you spent the night with.

He should be thanking your friend for introducing you, although jealousy does not give you a rational mind. Getting rid of them satiated his jealous thoughts much more than anything else. Plus, it reassured him you’d be alone without him.

“Rick, what is this all about!?”

“Taking you home, baby.”

“Hell no, stay away from me- There’s… so much blood-”

“What did you even see in them, (Y/N)... not like they put up much of a fight.”

“We were together… ONE time, Rick. We partied a bit too hard, that’s all. What has gotten into you? How did you even know where I live!?”

“We can talk about that in time. Look, you’ve made me feel strange these last couple months and it’s made me go crazy. That friend of yours certainly wasn’t helping.”

“Don’t hurt me….”

“Woah- wasn’t planning on it, honey. Honestly… you really should’ve known who you were getting involved with before we did what we did.”

He grins, holstering the weapon he used to kill your friend in front of you with. You were just hanging out…. What have you done?

“Too late to change things now. Now you got me to deal with.”

“Do you think this is funny?”

“I can assure you I’m serious this time.”

You look at him in disbelief, still being defensive. Rick was a madman…. A lunatic who you were a fool enough to engage with.

“(Y/N)... we can do this in a number of ways. You could come willingly, for that I’d at least clean things up and wipe your mind of this memory. Or… you could fight me and I let you keep this memory and just use some other brainwashing technique. There’s really only one option when it comes to me.”

You’re shaking, looking one last time at the body on the floor and back to Rick. The smell of blood is heavy in your nose and your fear increases when it looks like Rick’s impatient. 

Foolishly, months ago, you wanted to try something new….

What choice did you have now?

“... Okay, Rick…”

You keep your gaze on him, standing up. You then feel yourself laugh at the irony of your next sentence, truly losing it at the death of your friend.

“What’s the harm in trying something new?”

#yandere rick and morty #yandere rick sanchez

[seoafin]

Hi Morgan, I just want to say thank you for sharing your story about making friends in the last few posts, they really resonated with me. For context it took me so long to even start speaking to my new uni classmates (who are my friends now) last year, let alone actually start going out with them - and in general I've always struggled a lot with making friends. Like, even here on Tumblr I'm so scared to interact with everyone it's almost comical lmao, I think it's just kind of how I am but it still makes things hard (I am working on it tho lol).

Anyways back on topic - I personally have been really miserable in the past two years of university but in hindsight I agree with what you said about being patient and (may I add) taking things step by step because it's exactly how things worked out for me too! It's hard and I could never judge someone who struggles with that because not only I still struggle with it myself, but it also took me years to get barely out of my shell (just in uni .. we're not considering hs and middle school for my own sanity LMAO). It's important to work on it but also not to criticize ourselves so harshly .. we truly don't deserve it. I also know what it's like to be judged especially by family (that kind of judgement can truly be ruthless 😭) when you have this kind of inclination (?) - and in my experience people who have it, myself included, are aware of it to some degree .. so, obvious deduction, the hurtful words truly serve no purpose ... But I'm glad you've met new people, and I really really hope the anon from before meets wonderful people on their journey too :)) !!

P.s. I saw your post about the plagiarism and I'm so sorry for what happened. If I can, I want to say you aren't a "small and unpopular blog" tho - you are a celebrity to me. like, this blog has a million followers and your fics are critically acclaimed to me. Anyways as always please ignore this silly ask if you don't wish to respond and sorry for mentioning my own personal stuff if it was too much! It's early for me so my brain still isn't functioning properly but I wanted to say this before getting involved with the day. I hope you have a good day/night :)!

hi sam 😭😭😭😭 this is so sweet of you to send in. i completely agree with you!!!! i think people do have a tendency to judge themselves harshly and i think we could all afford ourselves a little kindness and patience and love. popular people/people with a lot of friends always underestimate how difficult it is making friends 😭😭😭 it's so hard 😭 but it's worth it i promise it's sooo worth it

#as someone who is also deathly afraid of interacting with others i understand!!! #im so happy things are better for you now friend!!! #also thank u for ur kind words!!!! i realize now that i may have been unnecessarily derogatory by calling myself unpopular but i meant #it more in terms of popular/big vs unpopular/small than oh nobody likes me #but yes!! i hope u have an amazingggg day sam giving u a kiss <3 #atenizein

[trainingdummyrabbit]

I Am So Glad You Asked!!!

So basically... Tokitoswap! a swap au in which the tokis and the kamados swap roles-- yui swapping w/ tan, and mui swapping with nezzy. 

aka: Two Twins Have A Bit Of A Worse Time Than Usual And Suddenly Find Themselves In The Middle Of A Thousand Year Struggle Between Humans And Demons (Which Are Real By The Way)!

. it also happens to be an exercize in having a concept, going “hey, wouldnt it be funny if--?” and then it sticks and you have to commit. i keep trying to explain in a way that Makes Sense, but im gonna be honest. theres just So Fucking Much going on and ive been trying to write this for hours and i dont even know where to start summarizing WAHAHAH. i dont know if its very Canon Aligned but it sure is very Me Aligned and i sure am gonna commit to the bit! anyway. 

its heavily in-progress and was supposed to be a clean one-role swap but! Well!!!! It Sure Isn’t Anymore!!! 

under the cut since im Incapable of keeping things short:

funy lil swap au! ft:  Yui: “Older” Brother who Thinks he’s in charge. a beleaguered 14-year-old who stumbled into being a slayer and super isn’t prepared for this. Unfortunately, having your sole remaining family turn into a demon is kind of antithetical to “go home and pretend nothing happened.” he is handling this very well. (lie) a user of wind-breathing, his main priority is keeping him and mui safe, and is a bit overprotective. which is a problem, since mui will charge headfirst into the first sign of danger to protect him. their relationship is a bit messy, but they’re pretty much the only thing holding each other together. a kid trying so hard to act bigger than he is-- and inevitably, routinely failing.

Mui: Odd Little Creacher secretly hiding Rage More Powerful Than A Thousand Suns. just barely surviving the attack of their family one fateful night by That Man, he manages to completely break the curse and hunger or being a demon through his own sheer will. unfortunately, he also completely loses control of himself and, in order to make sure that energy doesnt completely tear him apart, his consciousness completely mists over-- leaving him rather airheaded and distant in an attempt to hold back the roaring of a new power he cannot control. . but hes so silly!! ^w^ couldn’t hurt a fly!!

Murata: Some Fucking Guy who just so happened to get roped into all this. is just absolutely baffled this kid is out here slaying demons like this, and is honestly doing his best to make sure he doesn’t stupidly get himself killed. despite being at a higher rank than them, though, he’s kind of... well, he hasn’t gotten the hang of water-breathing techniques. try as he might, he just cant quite reach the same skill level as some of his peers. even still though, he has to keep trying. he has a job to do, and promises to keep. 

Susamaru: Professionally identifies as a Problem. a user of beast-breathing, she just kind of... shows up one day and starts antagonizing. originally started fighting the twins for the honestly-kind-of-reasonable reason of “That Kid Is A Demon And Thats A Fucking Problem” but got distracted messing with yui enough to get. kinda curious about the other one. she’s loud and brash and fucking annoying, but at some point she just... asserted herself. and never left.  she’s an odd case. ridiculously skilled at the whole slaying-demons thing, she just... doesnt seem to take things seriously. has a penchant for irritating people on purpose-- but its purely for the extent of understanding how they work. what makes them tick. she’s here for a good time, not a long time. most of her peers don’t like her much, but once she’s decided that she likes someone, theres very little she wont do for them. and these nerds just so happen to be next on the list. 

. all in all, its just these dorks against the world. there’s just. a ridiculous amount of mess ive written about how they function and how their arcs shape up, and while there Are some other roles and etc written up, my brain has been completely laser focused on These Four In Particular, so . \o/ ! anyway, heres a bunch of ambient sketches from all over the place of Them(tm)

#pikramble #<== new tag for whenever i inevitably infodump again #ANYWAY IM BEING SO SERIOUS WHEN I SAY its been MONTHS. #like. i started in like september last year and its just. theyre most of what ive been thinking abt!!! #POLITELY ALSO gonna. ask for no rbs on this post specifically. not that i can stop u #JUST BC this isnt like. a very easily presentable au and also im very nervous all th time n if this breaches containment ill explode. ty <3 #this is for me adn th handful of th rest of u listening 2 me during this sleepover. #but like. this isnt even the most of it besties. #i havent even gotten into yui's weird thing with Fate or susa's thing with Conflict #or mui's struggle with what it means to be a demon; what it means to have autonomy; what makes you You. #or mura's self-discovery or their weird; patchworked sibling bond or what it means to experience loss and the nature of Moving Forward #not even mentioning nezzy's whole deal or whatever the Fuck is wrong with kai this time or!!!! AUHG #lichrally will answer any questions but this took me hours bc i kept getting nervous WAHAHAH #all this to say: i spent months thinking abt an au and accidentally made what might as well be weird fuckig ocs. thankyou <33 #dont expect any of it to be like... too canon compliant; things r a mess but i care too much to bother w staying in line w it!!! #anyway u WILL see these guys every so often. whether au-wise or oc-wise. if u see any suspiciously familiar ocs from me No U Dont(tm)

[gingerale2017]

Toothbrush

Fluff <333 Words: 2k Pairing: Cinder Linh x Kai Fandom: The Lunar Chronicles Setting: Around a couple months Warnings: None that I know of Ao3 Link

Someone could tell Cinder her nerves were all fried and dead and she would believe them. In fact she was surprised they were still functioning because they felt like they were on fire.

She sucked in a breath before she forgot to but it was shaky. She mentally cursed. Considering how close her and Kai’s bodies were, she was certain he heard the wobbly sound.

They decided (meaning Kai dragged a willing Cinder) to dance with each other late in the night in Kai’s room, despite the Peace Ball being three nights ago, an event where she was actually forced to dance. Kai might have said they were dancing tonight but no one could call this dancing. Instead their bodies were so close together that would surely mold together soon as they swayed.

She kept her eyes low and focused on the button on his chest. She felt as if her whole body was in turmoil. Perhaps, if she didn’t look at I’m she won’t screw up. Kai, being so close, could probably feel the erratic speed of her heart and her failed attempts to control her breathing. She was also 95% sure her hand was shaking while he held it. 

Kai, however, seemed perfectly calm, an emotion she envied very deeply in this moment. Perhaps he was lost in thought. Perhaps he was bored. Considering her lack of dancing skills, she reckoned he probably had enough with her.

He sighed suddenly, as if he were reading her thoughts, and the hand on her waist dug deeper into her back. He let go of their interlocked hands and guided hers to his neck. She gulped. He got impossibly closer as their chests met and their legs touched. 

“Cinder, my love, you don’t have to feel so tense,” he murmured, speaking for only the third time this night. They haven’t been very talkative, and for good reason. This proximity messed with her ability to breathe, how could she even dare to speak?

“Tense? I’m relaxed.” She lied.

“Then look at me while we dance. I promise you won’t have to lie when you say that.” 

Oh no. She had to resist his gaze.

Cinder chuckled awkwardly. “You talk as if your eyes are some magical item and can cure any disease whenever someone looks into them.” She said, still refusing to meet his eyes. She feared would melt or at least explode her brain.

Kai sighed again. “Darling.” he murmured, almost like he was chiding her. His hand travelled up her body in parallel to his whispers. She felt sparks from his trail, never pulling away, making her shiver. He reached her chin and tilted it up to his face. Oh no. 

Their eyes finally met and her skin erupted in goosebumps. Kai’s eyes never failed to make her knees weak. A romantic copper that lit up brighter than anything else in is room. What was once the sight she failed to avoid was now the only thing she could look at. She couldn’t look away if she tried.

It was hard to believe Cinder had managed to date the Emperor if the Eastern Commonwealth, but if anyone could, it would be the Queen of Luna.

His fingers on her chin moved to caress her cheek. His touch was definitely one of the best things she experienced with him. Her stomach did repetitive somersaults yet it did not bother her. Instead, it excited her, warming her up in the best ways. He moved his hand back to her waist.

“Shall we start again?” he said, already starting to sway. She nodded.

She felt the grip of his hands on her waist the most. In fact, she was sure he was holding her hips now. He tried guiding her back and forth but she could barely think. His eyes muddled her thoughts. She kept messing up the footwork but he reassured her with a knowing smile.

The room started to get stuffy and hot real fast. Why’d she wear long sleeves anyway? With sweatpants? In this warm climate? 

Back and forth. Side to side. Cinder forced herself to pay attention so she didn’t make a fool out of herself. Her breath came in short breaths that she worked hard conceal. But it was hard to focus when they maintained this kind of eye contact. It was intense and a little frightening, but soon enough Cinder reveled in it. 

The atmosphere shifted so quick that she almost didn’t notice. Like it was almost… natural. Suddenly there was less observing and more doing. He would slowly drag his hands from her waist to her chest while drawing circles with his fingers. Her own fingers began entangled themselves in his hair, though it was different from her habitual curling. More pulling instead. They seemed to do this on their own. His eyes darkened with something she couldn’t recognize. It made her want to do something. Cinder’s hands dug deeper into his hair, hugging his face closer to hers. She could feel his breath tickle her mouth. 

Warnings popped in her head. Thoughts we're impossible to form. Her eyes trailed to his mouth, carved elegantly on his face, and lips she wanted to kiss. Badly.

She looked up at him to find that he was starting at her lips which slightly parted at the discovery. He licked his own and started to lean in.

They met in the middle with a slow, enjoyable kiss that gradually got more passionate. Soon enough she was pulling at his hair, desperately kissing him without any thought of stopping. He pushed her back until she hit the wall. One of his hands grabbed her cheek while the other explored her lower body.

Kai left her mouth and started again on her throat, sowing kisses up and down on it. She gasped when he reached her collarbone, again when he squeezed her hip, and again when he returned to her lips. Cinder wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling more than content with his actions.

They slowed down a bit until they remembered air existed, panting extensively. His forehead bunched with hers and their lips illustrated matching flimsy smiles. 

“I wasn’t expecting that.” She confessed. Truly, she was surprised, but now that she thought about all the signs he’d been giving she should have at least anticipated it. The right space, the forced warmer climate, the crimson on his cheeks, her mind recalled all of it and truly she should have known better.

“Me neither. I’m not disappointed though.” He gave her a tender kiss on her forehead.

“Neither am I.” A peck on the cheek.

“Can you ditch the guest room and sleep with your dance partner tonight?” Kai asked. He gave her his signature puppy dog eyes and double downed with a kiss on her jaw.

Cinder sighed. “I hope so, but I have to get my stuff. I always want to, you know.”

A kiss on her other cheek. He was starting to pick it up again, as if he was saying ‘all right, break over, time for part two, let’s go, let’s go!’. 

“I know.” Kai barely grunted out, too preoccupied with sparking kisses on her neck. Cinder felt him care for the kisses he planted with careful detail before. He’d turn her neck into a rose garden soon enough and pick out her own flowers to give to her every morning. She subconsciously threw her head to give him more space. Her body obviously reacted kindly to his advancements. She never knew the lack of control she had over her body, or rather, the amount of control Kai had over hers. It was almost traitorous if she didn’t enjoy it. 

“Kai, I have to get my toothbrush.” No response. He must’ve not heard her. Now paying attention to the signs, she realized he was lost in a passionate cloud. 

He tried to push her even further on the wall that Cinder almost caved in. She decided she needed to put a stop to his activity before it went too far. Or, at least before he reached her lips because then she was confident she wouldn’t be able to control the consequences then.

Placing her palms firmly on his shoulders, she pushed gently until he realized what she was doing. His brow furrowed in confusion, then his eyes lost a little of its hungered haze. His face transitioned apologetically. “Sorry, I got a little carried away.” He straightened up. “So, will you spend the night with me, a handsome, charming, funny young emperor or in your dusty, unattractive, boyfriend-less room?”

She gave a dry laugh. “I already said yes but I need to get my toothbrush.”

He cocked his head. “At this point, just leave it here.”

“Well I need that among other things.”

“But it’s on a whole other floor!” He whined. Cinder held back a chuckle. He was unbearably cute when he couldn’t bear to be alone. “Borrow mine if you have to!” She forgot how desperate he gets. The best ego boost ever. 

“I’ll be quick.” This time she made a move and pecked him on the nose. He tried to glare but his ears reddened. “I promise.”

She left her spoiled Emperor before he could complain about her absence and practically ran to her room to collect all her things. To be honest, she wasn’t sure if she could bear to be alone again either. After so much of Kai, she could barely imagine virtually none of Kai. 

The Dark Days. They have been erraticated from her mind with no explanation. She wasn’t complaining.

Soon enough she was in front of Kai’s door with brushed teeth and fresh clothes.

When he opened the door he looked her up and down, lingering at certain moments, and raised an eyebrow. “Did you forget your toothbrush.”

“Uh, no, it’s in the bag.” She lifted a small tote bag that he was too blind to notice.

“You can always use mine.” He repeated. “It’s the same as kissing.”

“I can assure that it is not the same as kissing, and are the cause of many diseases.” 

“Such as?” 

She snorted. “Delusion. Which you don’t need more of.” She let herself in, forcing her way through Kai.

“Hey!” he countered. “On what grounds am I delusional?”

Sighing, she plopped herself on his bed. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s the fact that after I rejected to go to the ball with and you still persisted in asking me.”

“Well it worked out in the end, didn’t it?” Kai walked towards her in a very slow pace, as if he were executing some scheme.

“A revolution and a failed marriage later, it did.”

He reached the foot of the bed and crept on next to her as his goal. She gulped, a feeling of anticipation rose in her chest. “At least you’re here with me.” He inched closer until he was properly on top of her. “Safe.” He murmured, nearing her mouth. “Healthy.”

He suddenly grabbed her body, shocking her and inciting a surprised gasp. They flipped positions so that she was now on top of him. “And in my arms.”

A giddy and satisfied smile appeared on his face. She had the sudden need to wipe it off his face with her lips. More warnings lit up her vision and she blinked it away, along with the desirous thoughts. But they always lingered, like a short breath on a cold morning.

She didn’t know what to do with her arms, or her legs, or her waist. She was very much a ragdoll at this point and she wouldn’t have complained if Kai treated her as such. The only thing she could control was her head as it hovered over his. She had a feeling that if she didn’t kiss him, he would.

So she did. Slowly, tenderly, and mindfully. Her hands fired up again and found new places to trace on his chest. One of his hands got caught up in her hair while the other gradually palmed the skin of her waist. Cinder might’ve made a noise or two because Kai abruptly flipped them over again.

There was a ‘hmpth’ from one of them, she didn’t know who nor cared, and once again the kiss turned passionate. He pressed his body against her as the hand on her back slid up her shirt. He returned to her neck as her hands pulled on his pajama shirt. She felt repetitive and slightly painful tugs on her scalp as he tried to make more space for his mouth. It was more enjoyable than expected.

“Stars,” He muttered. She thought she imagined it until he kept going. “I love your neck.”

The words shocked her, even in that hungered haze. It made want to do something, to want more. She groaned as her hand grabbed his jaw and pushed it up until their lips met. She kissed him with a new type of craving, with the same type of desire from earlier. This is time she didn’t suppress it. Her metal hand slipped underneath his shirt and rubbed his back, while her fleshed one tugged his hair in a frenzy. More gasps and small noises were let out. Every time she heard her name escape his lips she would respond by kissing him on the sensitive part of his neck where she’d get more response out of. It gave her more drive to feel and peck his skin, to kiss and suck his lips, to whisper and murmur his name. Her heart pounding in her chest made it all the more intense, and even more so when she could feel his.

The more she thought about them, the more Cinder wanted to smile. While her lips were practically hovering over his ear, she couldn’t help but grin, then laughter spilled out. She dug her head into the crook of his neck, trying, and failing, to stop herself.

He pulled away so they met eye to eye. How he got underneath her, she couldn’t remember, but, stars, he was gorgeous in this angle. And his shirt was practically undone so her eyes couldn’t help but linger. She felt his soft fingers draw circles on the small of her back as he grinned up at her.

“What’s so funny, my love?” Kai asked. His voice was rough and lips plump from kissing for so long. It was surprisingly attractive. Well, it shouldn’t be surprising because almost everything about Kai is attractive, especially to her.

“I don’t know. I just felt like laughing.” She let out another giggle. “I feel so…” She paused, searching for the right word.

“Happy? Joyful? Bliss?” He offered.

“Euphoric.” She smiled, kissing his nose. She rather liked his nose, as she did his neck, and his face, and oh-so-mangificent eyes, and his elegant hands, and his intelligent voice, and his lips, oh stars his lips! She adored his lips, and how they felt against hers. Especially how they felt against hers.

Her gaze paused at the swollen sight, trying her best to swallow the urge to devour them again. Just how plump could they get anyway? 

Kai had other plans. He grinned like an amazed artist satisfied with his work. He brought his hands to either sides of her bare hips, making her heart jump in excitement, and laid her down next to him.

Their eyes met for the thousandth time that night but in this moment she saw stars, galaxies, and universes of wonder in his. 

“Kai?” She murmured, breaking the silence.

“Yes, my love?”

“I think I’m going to sleep here tonight.”

He smiled, eyes tinkling at the joke. “I think that’s a wonderful idea, my love.”

He pulled her close so they could fold on each other, limbs intertwining with limbs. She smiled as her cheek pressed to her chest. His leg rested on her hip and his hand played with her locks.

Not very long after, their hearts matched each other’s beats and they fell into a long and comfortable sleep.

A/N: So here's that one make out pic I promised to post... Whatever. Hope you like :D Tell me if you no like D:

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[mothman-can-write]

heya! one of my fav questions to ask smut writers - would the characters you write most would ever fuck a clone (or AU or time travel) of themselves? alt and slightly more fun question - would they be in a threesome w/ their clone (other) and their current partner?

This is such a funny question lmao. Strangely enough I've never actually thought about it, and now that I am there is a bunch of different ways i could interpret this. I write fanfic, my hobby is basically just overthinking into a word document. So anyway, please enjoy a far more in depth thought process into my three main girls than you were probably expecting. Also to preface, I'm going off of MCU canon rather than anything shippy or the way I have actually written them in fanfics (if you ask me again a month from now my thoughts will probably have changed, I am incredibly inconsistent with character opinions like this lol)

Maria:

Somehow, she was the first answer that came to mind. If you asked her straight up I think she'd say yes and follow through. Her reasoning would be that logically, who is going to know what she likes better than herself, plus she doesn't have to deal with all the social and emotional aspects of one night stands or relationships. It's efficient. Being the director of SHIELD doesn't make for a great sex life. As for a threesome, I think she'd probably say no and I don't know how to explain that one. She's not into the clone, so she doesn't need them there if she's already got another partner.

Just for fun, I think if Maria was introduced to a clone / forced to live with one in a regular context, she'd probably just recruit it to help her get work done and half her chores. Maybe they'd use each other for some cuddle therapy because god knows she's not emotionally mature enough to ask anyone else. Sex would maybe be a thing if she was particularly pent up, but purely in a physical way

Natasha:

Nat's a little harder, but I think if you asked her she'd say yes BUT if you actually gave her a clone she'd be wigged out. I don't think she'd sleep with a clone at all, but honestly I don't actually think she'd sleep with anyone unless she felt particularly safe with them (if we're talking Nat who has healed a little by the start of the MCU, past Nat who can barely function might be more likely to fall into past tricks)

A threesome is also out of the question, though somehow I think she'd think about that one a little longer. (She'd probably love to be in a Maria sandwhich though.)

As for simply living with a clone, I think she'd hate it. I think it would creep her out big time. That girl already has trust AND identity issues, she does NOT need another person who looks exactly like her running around. In the comics she literally has her identity stolen and misused MULTIPLE times, she does not need this in the MCU, even if the the clone is inherently good. She's not trusting it. If she is forced to live with it, she is ignoring it at hard as possible.

Wanda:

Wanda took me so long to decide on, and it might be because I haven't written much about her in a long time. I could honestly still be presuaded the either way so I'm going to look at both. Firstly, my brain says I just don't think she likes herself enough to put up with it in a lot of what we see of her. Especially post Wandavision, I think looking at the effects of the Darkhold would probably be painful. HOWEVER, maybe if you asked AoU Wanda she'd say yes, because she thinks it'd be fun to try it once. What could go wrong? It's only herself. Wandavision Wanda would probably say yes (I'm imagining Agatha asking her as a bond building game haha, and Agatha definitely says yes.) And maybe post DSMoM Wanda would say yes, because she believes that no one else would be safe around her, though I think sex is probably the last thing on her mind HAHA but, that's what the question's about so! Basically I think my thoughts come down to: Wanda is a very curious person, and if she's not too busy wallowing in selfhatred and depression, then she'd say yes because it'd be interesting to see what it's like.

As for a threesome, honestly I think she'd be down. Marvel could say she learnt how to duplicated herself just to make it more fun for Vision and I'd believe them. A clone is basically the same sich, right?

And finally, I don't think she could live with one. I think she'd probably just deny it's existence entirely which would probably also desintigrate it literally too. The worst case I can imagine is that she has to see herself doing things that she picked up from Pietro, seeing the way that he lives within her and reminding herself in a horribly roundabout way what it was like to live with him

Bonus round: Clint would say yes immediately to all of the above. For science.

Honestly I think I could write an entire essay for each character on this topic, thanks for asking!

#answers #ramblings #maria hill #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff

[argentumcor]

Having just replayed Never Fade Away, Alt is full of shit. She's her, alright, and Johnny's memory of those events is acurate.

First of all, we have the journal entry, one of the underrated ways he interacts with V:

You get nightmares, don't you V? The stubborn kind that keep coming back, night after night, like they wanna make sure you never forget a single detail, sight or touch? The kind where you can barely breathe because you know what comes next? You ever get those? I know you do. So here - welcome to mine.

Also, there is no version of events, even if you chose the less asshole options, that comes across as flattering to him. He does not regard it as some heroic tale of Johnny; when V comes out of it, he expects her to be as horrified of how he was as he was reliving it.

But it doesn't come across as flattering to Alt, either. She shows up to the concert when she said she probably wouldn't, then they bang which he is sentimental about, and then she's all "it's been real, it's been fun, not quite sure it's been real fun, deuces." She doesn't tell him things, partly for perfectly rational reasons- he was out of his mind between drugs, fame, and, uh, anger issues- and partly because relationship stuff. I get the impression Johnny never hid things from Alt, not that his secrets were dangerous in any way no matter what he thought, but she sure hid things from him. It was an epic love and a true love, but it was not a good love. I think she sees the memory and is defensive about it.

Alt is so clearly still mad at Johnny. She is not human anymore in very fundamental ways, and I think that is far more a choice than just purely a function of her form of existence. We never get a reason for her creating Soulkiller when she was human, but I can't conceive of a good one. I am not one to think technology is ever evil- it's a tool, tools cannot be evil- but Soulkiller (did she name it? As an AI, she denies this, but she plays it that there's Alt and then there's Alt) is only going to end up being used one way, she had to know that, she was not naïve. I've got doubts about Alt's character is all I'm saying. Rogue may deal death callously, but I don't think she is quite so heartless as Alt. Too much heart, maybe- same as Johnny, hence the explosive mix.

Anyway, she is definitely still mad at him. Fond of him, too, almost helplessly, but very mad at him. She so clearly blames him for her death, which is in fact silly. She shuts him down hard when he wants to talk and not casually. An AI, even a cold calculating one, would not essentially slam the door in his face like that. She'd say "I am not the Alt you knew, there is nothing I can say to you that would give you what you want to hear." She does not. He wants to talk, she says "No" and kicks V and Johnny back.

What's interesting about Never Fade Away I think Johnny has some awareness that this is not real. That's why there's less asshole options. Johnny has changed in his time with V, short as it may be at that point (the VDB path is always my second, after Hellman). When he tells Milt "I missed you" it's not 2013 Johnny saying it. It's 2077 Johnny, who is very very alone except for this gonk dead merc chick who is dying because of him and pure shit luck. He should pay his tab the bartender at Atlantis, he should help the merc with the vending machine- I think in real life he didn't do any of these things. He's torn between the inevitable choices and wanting this to go better in some way, to be better. The real choices, I think, are the asshole ones- it's way he always has to come across as a lunatic egomaniac by saying several times that Alt was kidnapped because of him. In 2077, in V's sober brain (you can't match him for the substance abuse in game, excellently displayed), he knows that's not the truth.

This is thematic. The game's nearest thing to a happy ending is The Star, I think most people agree, but it is full of sorrow and uncertainty anyway. Johnny is gone and by the end of the game- if you didn't go for a speedrun of the Devil ending- he is as dear to V as anybody. The Aldecaldos may knows someone who can help, but they may not.

It's not the destination that matters- in the end that is, for all of us, the grave. It's how you get there. Do you choose others before yourself, do you pay your debts (a reoccurring theme in Cyberpunk 2077), or do your choose your own survival- yourself- before all else? You will see the natural consequences of your choice, and you will certainly die as all must, but you must choose.

And you can choose better, shit luck, incomplete information, rotten old world, and all.

#cyberpunk 2077 #video games are art fight me

[circes-grotto]

i know i'm screaming to the void anyway cause no one's gonna read this, but still, it's the best part of tumblr and i don't care

why is it that when i have two options:

- making an effort to get up early, go to lectures, listen to interesting people talk about fascinating topics, possibly if the social anxiety doesn't make me explode even making friends; or

- staying in bed, contemplating my life and my weakness, browsing tumblr and reading about people who have my same passion doing good things about it, making an actual effort and getting to a point where they can be happy with themselves;

the latter just feels so much better. i don't know what's stopping me, maybe it's that every night i just can't get myself to go to bed early, maybe i'm not hitting the right vibes with professors and colleagues, maybe i feel too bored for lectures anyway. or maybe i'm just constantly scared. how do i turn this off, this irrational fear of the outside world that keeps me bound to this bed.

sometimes it gets to the point i think, maybe i don't wanna do anything about my life. maybe i just wanna stay in bed, contemplating the ceiling until i just stop functioning for good, like an emptied out battery. my brain is just too heavy to be carried around like this. i shouldn't feel like this, but my body is just hating on me in every sense, resisting me. maybe i just don't want to exist.

every time i listen to my voice just, speaking, it feels so ugly and masculine and i think, is this how people hear me; and then i have people telling me my voice is actually quite nice, comforting, feminine even, and i can't believe them. if i look into a mirror for long enough i will find ten or twenty good reasons not to leave the house that day.

it's terrible, i thought transitioning was supposed to make my life easier but sometimes it looks quite the opposite; before i felt like i was in a game i didn't want to play and now i feel like i'm in a game i cannot win, or that i should barely be allowed to play; apparently, people clock me all the time, most of them probably pity me, they look at me and say, "oh, that's a trans, i can spot it from here"; i wouldn't be surprised if that's the case. the other night i was out with a friend, and i had a weird interaction with some strangers that very likely proves so.

i'm also scared of looking "autistic", looking weird in every sense. and i should be proud of it, like, i should just be above all this, but i can't. i wish i could be some eerie quirky genderfuck, to be perceived as unapologetically, shamelessly queer and neurodivergent, but i don't know if i'm strong enough for it. how does one cope with all this shit.

and even going to uni would be so much better if i didn't have to feel so excruciatingly lonely while i do it, but how do you even make friends when the voice keeps telling you that no one would want to be your friend, that they probably see you as an abomination. and sure, it's extremely likely that no one thinks that, but on the other hand, that's what my brain tells me.

i know there's lots of self-hate in this, that it's wrong to feel like this cause it's all some vague internalised ism, but i can't get it out. it doesn't want to get out.

#tw #depression #anxiety #social anxiety #transphobia #ableism #university

[akirakirxaa]

I'll tell you when you get your soft, italicized, "Oh."

Tagged by @otherworldseekers, thanks!

Akira

the late-night talk

Oh. you figure it out when you realize just how vulnerable they are willing to be with you. it isn't everybody who could or would stay up talking into the night with you, not with such affection or easy familiarity. it isn't everybody who is so understanding of you. it isn't everybody who could bare their soul to you in return. that kind of intimacy... it means deep foundations. it means comfort. it means trust. maybe it's a secret, maybe it's a story, maybe it's something you just never thought of before -- but they say something, late at night, and you realize all at once how remarkable they are, and how special it is to exist in the same time and space as them. "oh" indeed.

(Teeechnically in my HC she realized it when she realized she knew the Exarch all along at the top of Mt. Gulg, but this is when their relationship really began so it works.)

Persephone

the kiss

you typically wait until the last second to believe the truth--because it would destroy you to believe it, and then find out it was a lie. you are someone who has never wanted to want, but has rarely been able to do anything else. the idea that you might have to break down your walls for the sake of someone else, someone who could easily decide they don't like what is on the other side, is harrowing. why let people get close enough to be rejected? you are enough for yourself. and you will tell yourself that every time you catch yourself staring at their mouth, smirking at their joke, finding a reason to flick their shoulder. until the kiss. that's when the flood of want, want, want bowls over you and you realize that you are torn between two ways of living. Oh, you think. because despite how complicated you have made it, the moment you kiss, somehow, things seem incredibly simple. they won't be once you start thinking again, but for now, for this moment, you live in the quiet peace of revelation. Oh.

(The trio I imagine had a bit of a rocky start, especially Persephone and Hades. Even when they got closer though and stopped being so antagonistic to each other, she didn't quite believe it until he kissed her. So, yeah. :) Also apologies I haven't made a screenshot of this moment and am being lazy right now. Have an OT3 meme.)

Valeria

the first meeting

life is normal. it's scripted. it's functional. then one day, you meet them, and... Oh. you fix your posture, you're a little nervous, and it's totally possible you're just projecting -- but this could be something. and the only thing that makes this different from the hundreds of other times you had that exact same thought only to be disappointed is... this is the time that counts. things change. you were looking for someone whose very existence re-contextualized yours. which is not to say that you were incomplete, but... aren't we all? isn't that the essence of being a being who changes? and what completes us if not the love of something or someone beyond us? sure it's still new, and anything could happen from here, but there's something in your shared brain chemistry that makes it feel like good things are in motion. how exciting!

(Well. How fitting. :) Considering I made her story to be a Cinderella retelling [at least to start anyways].)

Here's the quiz.

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[soullikethesea]

I saw T yesterday (no covid, yay!). I think it was a good session. We talked about goals and I said that a lot of the parts work has been going more smoothly lately.

I also mentioned fusion and asked for her perspective on it, which ended up being quite reassuring. She looks at it similarly to me, that it would likely be a gradual process and is akin to building new connections in the brain. (I.e., NOT a magical thing that would happen in one day for us).

I was able to share why I felt pressure for fusion. It's partially because she mentions it a lot, and then it's also because Old T and I talked about it a lot. Old T thought that maybe it would be impossible for me, but I really wanted to work on it anyway. So it became more about wanting/capabilities rather than a natural and gradual process.

I was also able to share more memories from what I think caused some of the attachment issues. T kept making expressive faces and then said that she was probably doing that because it made her feel stuff and she was uncomfortable.

I really felt like we made progress and that she could understand me better after this talk. I was also better able to explain why we freak out when she asks what a part needs (and usually we don't know). I guess I have this fantasy (and I have read) about how some people can envision a part, immediately know what the part needs, give it to them and then BAM the part is healed. That's sadly really far from how it works for me.

T said that envisioning a part is just how sensorimotor psychotherapy WORKS and that you can then understand the world from their point of view and see what they need... kind of missing my point, maybe. But I was able to explain that the only time I can make this sort of work is when I ask the part to make the need super duper small. "What is the smallest thing that could help you right now?" Then I can have the experience of actually being able to meet the need and it's much more tolerable that way. Imaginary meeting needs is often not very helpful.

Then at the end the session went South. I tried addressing some of the fears I still have about making things up/being wrong about the dissociative disorder. The clinic experiences. I really don't think she knows how to respond to that in a helpful way. She went on a tangent about how the "fantasy part" would have a good reason for making things up and that fantasy can be very helpful. Not that she thinks I'm making it up... but I was very confused by that. A "fantasy part"?? I got sucked in to the conflicting feelings about whether I can trust myself to know reality, to keep myself safe, to gauge whether I can trust someone. The remarks from the clinic.

T said she could literally see me slipping further and further into an emotional flashback. She got pretty worried about me, especially because I was very dissociated and it was right when time was up. She apologized and kept saying that she hoped she hadn't hurt/destabilized me all too much (while kind of knowing that she had).

I forced myself to be fine. Then barely slept this whole night, but alas. I've been in hyper-functional Scholar-mode ever since my grandma passed away. I can repress more feelings than that. ;)

I wish T could respond in a helpful way when I try to process what happened at the clinic.