#i forgot i wrote this lol

[fandomssaremysoul]

Not to be in my Taz Balance feels but..

Sometimes Taako, before Accident during his show, would totally zone out while cooking and ends up preparing the table for seven people, but he doesn't remember why,,,, sometimes he'd encounter a new animal or a beautiful plant and muse about how they would have loved this,, but who were they??

Sometimes Merle would get bored and start shuffling a deck of cards, only to split it and realizing that no one was coming to play, and what were even the rules for this game? (bc he and davenport would come up with new games, with wild rules just to fuck around with the rest of the crew) Merle once bought a beautiful pastel blue journal bc he thought that she (she? Which she?) would appreciate the craftsmanship,, he got really confused while wrapping it into a godawful wrapping paper,, who was he gonna give this? (later the journal would find its way to Lucretia, not without a crude joke about plants, a badly drawn dog and a motivational quote, she sobbed when she saw it, but only after sending the three to their next mission)

Magnus always carved ducks, he didn't know why or how he learned he just knew how to. Sometimes he would finish a particularly good duck and smile, then he'd stand up, Intending to give it to... To whom? Nobody really wanted the ducks, except for kids usually. Sometimes he would wonder the forest, looking for some good wood, when he'd suddenly think, I need to go back I was supposed to stay on the.. On the what? No wait that doesn't make sense, he's not supposed to be anywhere and no one is gonna be annoyed bc he forgot he it was his turn to wait... To wait for what though? sometimes he read a book and called out for an explanation but the man? Person? Didn't answer and Mangus who did you call out for? You're alone (months, years later he'd pick up a book from his friends Taakos collection and get an explanation,, but the feeling of rightness but not quite, expecting someone warmer and someone more patient to explain it to him,, it didn't help when Taakos first instinct was to say "don't ask me idiot do I look like a nerd ask,.." and then he stopped only to shake his head bc who else could Magnus ask if he was the only wizard here)

The trio doesn't know why or how but finally, when they met, finally someone understood that the days were somehow not hot enough, that they were always just a bit too chilly

#Oh fuck #I forgot I wrote this lol #Taz #the adventure zone #taako taaco #taako from tv #sizzle it up with taako #magnus burnsides #taz merle #merle highchurch #taz balance #Balance arc #Void fish fuckery #Seven birds #davenport taz

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

Uhhh idk I'm bad coming up with stuff how about "please" for the wip game?

“Because I’m so just… terrible, at carnival games, I humbly request that you take my place, so that we don’t waste money and I can get my goldfish.” Tommy stares up at him pleadingly—there are those stupid wide eyes again. “Please, Wilby?”

“Stop calling me Wilby!”

Tommy’s eyes gleam, and Wilbur instantly knows that he’s made a very big mistake.

“Oh, but Wilby, that’s what I like to call you! It’s my form of endearment to my older brother who I love.” Tommy grins, stepping closer and poking Wilbur in the chest. Wilbur hits his hand away with a sharp slap. “Because I love you, Wilby! We’re like brothers, Wilby! Wilby, we’re like brothers! Wilby! Wilby! Wilby Wilby Wilby Wilby Wil-“

“Fine, enough!” Wilbur roars, stepping backwards and holding up his hands in exasperation. “Just- stop calling me that! My name is Wilbur, and you know that!”

Tommy grins wide. “Wilby.”

“Shut up.” This time, it’s Wilbur’s turn to make his eyes gleam. “Unless you want me to start calling you Toms. Or…” He pauses for dramatic effect, raising his eyebrows. “Sunshine.”

He says the last word in a whisper, but with Tommy’s reaction you would have thought someone had blasted an air horn in his face.

Wilbur’s brother stumbles backwards, eyes widening in a mixture of annoyance and horror. “No no no, stop it. You stopped calling me those ages ago, and I-“

“I called you Sunshine when you were a tiny little baby,” Wilbur interjects, voice dripping with the sort of sweet malice that only an older brother can possess. “And I’d hold you in my arms and sing you lullabies, and you’d be wrapped in your little blue blanket, and I’d say, ‘You look just like sunshine, Sunshine’ and-“

“Stop itttt!” Tommy moans, burying his face in his hands.

“And I called you Toms when you were a little older, and-“

“I said stop it!” With this, Tommy steps forward and shoves Wilbur in the chest.

Wilbur laughs, stumbling backwards in order to keep his footing. His laughing turns into a cough, and he brings up his elbow in order to block his mouth.

Tommy glares at him. “Yeah. That’s what you deserved, you moron. You’re coughing and you’re going to die.”

#oh-ho-ho you got a long snippet :0 #I #honestly #I forgot I wrote this lol #gosh I should post this soon #it’s pretty much done! #ask #ask game answers #story snippet

[chronocrump]

do you think they asked him to pose like this or he just did that

#fma #fullmetal alchemist #edward elric #i forgot to sign my username when i posted on twitter so i wrote it with my mouse before posting here lol

[natade-art]

higher res goth girl vash is goth girls were also transmasc plants because even the simplest gif requires sacrificing so so so much image quality

#vash the stampede #this time w the alt id i WROTE. and then forgot to add in the last time i updated the picture #thanks to storm for still having up the first vero f the post so i can get that id and not rewrite it LOL #trigun #trigun maximum

[kissatoru]

ughh i wanna put a bratty sub in his place so bad!! :((

i wanna make him think he’s got the upper hand until the last minute, to watch the look on his face when he realises that he’s been playing right into your hand the entire time; that every moment leading up to this was just a carefully calculated step in your plan. i want to see how he struggles to fight back once he does, how hard he tries to prove himself, not realising that if he was really the one in control, he wouldn’t need to prove it, would he? he’d just do it. yet here he is, scrambling for his place back in the driver’s seat that he was never truly in.

your giggles would interrupt him amidst his little speech, cutting off the empty bluffs and dirty promises that he could never even dream of keeping anyway; the way you’d chuckle behind a coy hand like you’ve got some little inside joke with yourself? it would make that fragile ego of his fucking quiver; make him feel confused and embarrassed and he would try to twist the situation back in his favour, of course he would, to try pretend he’s in on the inside joke... but the truth is he feels helpless. for the first time ever, it feels like he’s the one in the dark; he’s the clueless and defenseless one, the one who’s been caught in a trap he never saw coming.

but then again, how could he when you play the part of prey so well? when your innocent performance is so convincing — with your big glossy eyes and shyly averted gazes, your voice so sweet and unsuspecting, stumbling over filthy words like you’ve never even thought them before? what reason would someone like him have to fear a precious thing like you? he’s all chiselled muscle and tenacity, with the eyes of a wolf; you’re small compared to him, cute and soft and easy to overpower — and yet he still ends up beneath you because your presence alone harbours more power than he does in all those muscles he’s so proud of, and his resolve is weak as long as you know where he’s most sensitive and what words make him blush, and with enough patience and punishments, those wolf’s eyes will melt into a puppy’s every time.

and getting a man like him to submit — or better yet break — is no easy feat. he thought himself a dom before he met you and god, if there isn’t anything more rewarding, more wonderful than that; teaching him to bend to your will and seeing his inevitable downfall each and every time. no matter how many times or how far he goes to defy and provoke you, you both know that he will always return to his rightful place: beneath you and completely at your mercy.

EREN JAEGER, TOJI FUSHIGURO, TOUYA TODOROKI, MUZAN KIBUTSUJI, SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA

#hellooooo waving at you from down here in the tags #this a veryy old drabble i wrote that later inspired my weak for you fic #(so if it sounds/feels familiar then that's why lol) #but it got lost in my drafts and i totally forgot about it until now #so have these crumbs while i work on my hornyween fics and other wips lol #x reader #x dom reader #sub character #sub eren #sub aot #sub toji fushiguro #sub toji #sub jjk #sub dabi #sub mha #sub bnha #sub kny #x fem reader #x male reader #x gn reader #( ★ ) my stuff.

[pizzaqueen]

What’s that? Another first kiss ficlet from me?? Just over 500 words of fluff

“When was the last time you kissed someone?” Steve pauses, then adds, “Or were kissed.” Because there’s a difference. At least, Steve thinks there is. He’s usually the one doing the kissing but there have been a few times when he’s been kissed and… It’s definitely different.

“What?” Eddie looks up from where he’s rolling a joint, brow furrowed. “I don’t— Huh?”

“Kissing.” Steve leans on his elbow, propping his head on his hand. “When was the last time you did it.” He thinks a moment. “No, the last time you were really good and properly kissed.”

“What does that mean?”

“You know…” Steve lifts one shoulder. “Just the last really good perfect kiss.”

“I don’t know.”

“If you don’t wanna talk about it…”

“I just don’t know.”

“Really?”

Eddie looks at Steve for a moment then rolls off the bed, going over to fiddle with the stereo. “Yeah, really.”

And that’s not right. Eddie should know when he was last kissed. He should be kissed all the time. By Steve, preferably.

Steve goes over, leaning back against the dresser so he can look at Eddie, but Eddie isn’t looking at him. Shit. He kicks Eddie’s foot and says, “Hey, man, it’s cool.”

Eddie sighs, ejecting a tape and switching it over to the other side. He looks at Steve. “It’s been years since I kissed anyone, okay, and it was… It was the wrong person. It was awkward and…” He shakes his head. “Not really a lot of opportunity for me to kiss the right kind of person in Hawkins.”

Oh. Steve has wondered. Mostly at the back of his mind, but… The way Eddie doesn’t talk about things like kissing, or dates, or sex makes sense. Well, he doesn’t talk about them in specifics. It’s always vague. “That’s not right.”

“What?”

“I mean, you should be kissed.”

“Why?”

“You just should be.” Steve leans a little closer, heart beating hard.

Eddie presses play and crosses his arms over his chest. “You got any volunteers in mind?”

“I might.” Steve looks at Eddie a moment, then he reaches out, curling his fingers around Eddie’s wrist, tugging until Eddie unfolds his arms. “But it depends how you feel about the person I’m thinking of.”

Eddie looks over Steve’s face, searching, and then he says, “I don’t— I don’t wanna be wrong about this,” and Steve slides his hand down until he’s palm to palm with Eddie. Eddie makes a choked little noise and laces his fingers with Steve’s. He raises his brows in question, looking at Steve so open and hopeful that Steve’s chest squeezes tight.

So, he pulls on their joined hands, raises his other to cup Eddie’s face, and softly, gently kisses him. He kisses him and kisses him, the way Eddie should be kissed, the way he hopes—is pretty sure—Eddie wants to be kissed. And then Eddie brings his hand up to Steve’s face and then Eddie is kissing him. And it’s so so good.

When they part, Eddie licks his lips and says, “Today.”

“What?”

“That was the last time I was good and properly kissed.”

Steve smiles and says, “It won’t be the last time,” and he kisses Eddie again.

#steddie #Steve x eddie #Steddie fic #Steddie fanfic #wrote this in like 20 minutes when I should’ve been working on my WIPs lol #but I forgot that I dreamed this the other night and wanted to write it down lol #or like half dreamed it #Steddie first kiss #pizzaqueenfic

[marquisecubey]

wish you were here

#persona 3 #kotone shiomi #akihiko sanada #akiham #Cubey's Art #drew this a while ago and forgot to post it lol #I realized that akihiko…….. probably doesn’t have many pictures of his family #and he’s a shy kid too #one of those people who likely doesn’t love having his picture taken even at the best of times #he probably humoured Kotone when she wanted to goof around in a random shitty photo booth at the local strip mall #an old analog one where the film is all expired and the colours are slightly off #and then he just kind of forgot about it until the girls were cleaning out her room and found the strip in an overdue library book #I wrote about half of that fic………….. maybe I’ll finish it one day…….. #hamuko arisato #minako arisato #persona 3 femc #persona 3 fanart #persona 3 portable #p3 #p3 femc #illustration #digital art

[snaillock]

“last night i dreamt we did our laundry together”

boyfriend!isagi who can barely handle being around you since you’re his first love and he wants to do everything right. who can barely hold your hand for long without melting and feeling his systems sputtering.

boyfriend!isagi who didn’t know how much he was missing until he met you.

boyfriend!isagi who loves hearing how much you love him. no matter how many times and ways you say it, it will never get old.

boyfriend!isagi who’s so observant that he can spot the slightest negative mood shift in you.

boyfriend!isagi who loves it whenever you cradle his face in your hands to kiss him.

boyfriend!isagi who has practice cancelled on a rainy day so he spends it snuggling with you under layers of heavy blankets, wasting the day away. though it’s never a waste to him.

husband!isagi who loves the mundane. despite his stardom, nothing beats folding the laundry with you on the couch.

husband!isagi who loves cooking with you even if you generously eyeballing all the measurements freaks him out as he believes in following the recipe by the book.

husband!isagi who secretly sprays some of the perfume/cologne that you wear the most onto one of his clothes before a distant game so he’ll have something special whenever he misses you.

husband!isagi who wants nothing more than to grow old with you.

please read and respect my dni/byf before reblogging/following

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#★ snail.writes ★ #i wrote this when i was crying abt being single while listening to whatever dad and forgot it for like a week lol #still in that yearning mood haha hehe #HELPPPPPPPP #HELPPPPP #HELPPPP MEEEEEE #isagi yoichi x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock fluff #blue lock headcanons #wrote this while listening to THAT whatever dad song and crying #FUCKKKKKKKKKK

[fauxyz]

thinking about neil telling andrew, "i want to see you lose control," and putting that into context.

he says it on the roof right after their cars have been destroyed by ravens fans and after andrew attacked allison in the parking lot, after andrew has been taken off his meds, after andrew admitted that he'd blow neil at eden's, and before andrew kisses him for the first time.

and up to this point, control is what andrew has. he controls himself, keeping his emotions locked down away from the surface. he controls the people around him, his brother and his cousin and the foxes. he controls his sexuality, literally locking his partner up to make sure that things happen the way andrew wants them to. control is also what others think andrew needs, but notably not the kind of control he exerts for himself.

neil challenges all of that. he challenges the idea that andrew is out of control by recognizing his problem is that he's trying to maintain too much control. neil challenges andrew keeping those parts of himself locked away because he is eager when he sees through to glimpses of the real andrew beneath, even when it's the real andrew's rage. he challenges andrew's control over other people through his promises and bargains - neil doesn't just go along with their agreement, he pushes and expects more from andrew. neil shows that the control goes both ways, that the bargains are a leash on andrew in the same way that he uses them on others, and keeping the relationships andrew's trying to have with the people around him requires that he give up some of that control to them.

and i think this is a really interesting dynamic going into their first kiss and their relationship.

because neil shows andrew that the outcome of losing some of that tight control can be positive - someone seeing him clearly and not turning away, someone helping him and the people around him, someone willing to put himself on the line for andrew and give back everything andrew has been giving. control isn't one way, it's a give and take.

andrew's insistence on neil's "yes or no" is willingly giving some of that control to neil. their relationship is andrew giving his carefully maintained control away bit by bit.

neil says, "i want to see you lose control," and andrew puts neil's hand on his chest to see what neil will do with that control when he does.

#andreil #all for the game #andrew minyard #neil josten #i have so much more to say about this and specifically control in their relationship after that first kiss #but this post was already running away from me and i forgot what i was trying to say with this one so i figured i should stop #before i got carried away and wrote too much here lol #fauxyz thoughts

[collieii]

a lil detail in trimax i like is how it shows meryl and wolfwood grappling with vash's inhumanity. wolfwood sees vash's power, what he's capable of, before he really gets to know who vash is as a person (they met for a lil on the bus ofc but that was pretty brief). he sees him blow a hole in the moon right after meeting him. of course he's heard rumors about vash, but then he sees him and knives up close and personal, sees the angel arm, and he can't believe vash is an ordinary man anymore. he's confused, shocked, and scared, because he barely understands what's happening. but he can clearly see that vash is dangerous and inhuman. so a lot of his arc is him struggling to reconcile his knowledge of that power with his relationship with vash. ultimately, he ends up with an understanding of who vash is, what he values, and he comes to share those values and beliefs. he learns to let himself trust and believe in vash, despite the implications of his powers.

and meryl, ofc, knows vash as a man and as a friend before she learns what he's capable of. then it isn't until the midvalley/hoppered arc that she's not only told explicitly by zazie what vash is, she sees it for herself in a pretty violent way when he loses control and goes bird mode (what do i call feathery vash lol). not only that but she's shown his memories of july, probably the most brutal and visceral expression of his power there is. that experience traumatizes her, but she makes an effort to overcome that instinctive fear of what vash is because she knows she can trust him, and that almost everything he does is for the good of humanity. and he deserves to be treated like a good person, a good friend, because he is one! he's not just his powers of biblical proportions. all this is to say i like how trimax lets us see two people who are close to vash come to terms with his plantness in different ways, because it's not something people can just shrug off, it's something they need to process.

#trigun #trigun maximum #meryl stryfe #nicolas d. wolfwood #vash the stampede #i was really sleepy when i wrote this so idk if it makes sense #just. i like how trimax shows that vash is actually scary to normal people #as opposed to glossing over it kinda like 98 does lol #trigun meta #.lieii #also if i missed smth about wolfwoods arc sorry it's kinda long compared to meryls lol so maybe i forgot smth #there aren't really any insights here sorry i just think it's sort of an interesting parallel (?) with ww and meryls arcs #is this spoilers #trimax spoilers #just to be safe #.lieii txt

[eldritch-ambrosia]

you kiss me and it stops time

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Merlin is frozen.

He’s stiff and warm and his hands are spread in the air and he thinks he’ll be stuck like this forever. Arthur’s lips are soft, though, and his hands are gentle against Merlin’s cheeks so there really were worse places to be stuck.

Arthur doesn’t seem to think so, leaning back before Merlin can gather his thoughts–and lips– to respond, still cradling his face. He goes to pull away but Merlin finds it in himself to reach out, grasping at Arthur’s wrists to keep him close.

The prince swallows, his lips parted and beautiful, searching Merlin’s face with his crystal clear eyes.

“Merlin… I’m…” He pauses, his brow crinkling. “Do you hear that?”

For a moment, he thinks Arthur can hear his heartbeat, echoing through his ears and through the stables. He can’t hear anything but the rapid beating in his chest and the heavy breaths that pass between them, the world silent around them.

Silent.

Merlin blinks, Arthur stepping back toward the door to the stables, leaning his head out. The servant follows, still holding onto one of his wrists, and gazes out to the castle grounds.

The sun shines brightly overhead across all of Camelot and, at a glance, seems completely ordinary. However, the knights across the field are stopped completely in their long strides, one of the riding horses’ head is turned, its mane circling its muzzle suspended in the air, and one of the servants’ hands are outstretched, a pot of water spilling over but not flowing in the slightest.

Camelot is frozen, trapped in time.

His heart drops, nails digging into Arthur’s wrist, the aura of magic surrounding them familiar. An extension of his own magic, gripping his chest, and a sickly feeling settles in his stomach.

“What…?” Arthur mutters, reaching for his blade, placing a hand on the hilt. “Who could’ve done this?”

His tone is accusatory and asked to the air, not expecting a response and Merlin’s eyes burn from tears. Squeezing them shut tight as he reaches out with his magic, with his very being, he begs anything that could hear to make it all okay. To make time move again and take them both back to that moment Arthur approached him in the stables.

He’s not ready.

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(psst you can read the rest of this on ao3 by clicking the link at the top!)

#bbc merlin #merlin #arthur pendragon #merthur #bbc merthur #fanfiction #rose writes #short little magic reveal fic #because Stay Don't Go came on shuffle #and i went #'oh hell yeah merthur' #i love little fluff/ hurt/comfort fics #i wrote this like 2 months ago #and forgot about it until I checked my wip doc lol #also idk if it's technically hurt/comfort but that's what I tagged it

[im-getting-help]

Oh, to let yourself be completely consumed by desire.

To kill or perish under the weight of your longing, yearning, pining.

To feel so deeply, so physically, that it brings you to your knees.

Isn't that what love is?

#late cattonquick hours #saltburn #cattonquick #oliver quick #felix catton #oliver x felix #i wrote this months ago and i completely forgot lol

[teal-fiend]

A rich observer/prey hires a pred to come to their private events and parties. They give the pred a designated area, maybe behind glass, a small metal fence or even a cage. They have the pred dress in avant-garde dresswear, their skin and bare abdomen bejeweled and decorated in golden paint like a Klimt painting.

Before or at the start of the event, the pred is given prey to consume. Their job for the rest of the night is to pose, lounge about, slowly digesting their meal as the party goes on - a sort of live performance for the guests. In the way that drug lords keep a tiger on a golden leash, diamond collar, an absurd performance of luxury and power. 

The pred is not allowed to talk to guests, and they would rarely make eye contact. They are in this moment an expensive art piece rather than a person. But they do get paid well, and they get a free meal. 

Maybe they’re even on a contract with their boss, where they will live on their estate, the pred’s employer feeding them prey for theirs and their guest’s entertainment.

#i think the golden leash line is from a lorde lyric? lol #is it stealing or is it a reference #i've been thinking about this one for a while. i forgot about it until now. so i wrote it before it disappeared again #v.ore #implied digestion #vore digestion #v/ore #fatal vore #digestion #tw vore #soft vore #vore fic #vore writing #dehumanisation #vore observer #willing pred #willing prey #vore talk #v0re #voreblr

[rottentiger-art]

some of my favorite lawmane fanfic tropes in here: Light being unable to cope with L paying more attention to Misa than him, Misa being cute and accidently flashing him making L's mind go blank and L accepting doing whatever Misa wants to do, no matter how silly, and dragging Light with them.

Plus the cartoonish silliness chibis bring hahah, I missed drawing them <3

#lawmane #misa misa #misa amane #l lawliet #misa #l x misa #death note fanart #death note #my art #chibi art #don't bother reading the overthinking #it's pure nonsense I wrote in a hurry lol #light yagami #lmao even I forgot about him

[renecdote]

I know we’re all about Buck and Eddie making each other their emergency contact and the rest of the 118 finding out when one of them gets seriously injured, but for your consideration:

At some point after the will revelation, Buck makes Eddie his emergency contact and just.... doesn’t tell him. That’s just how they do life changing events now—why talk about your feelings when you can just hold them close to your chest until you die, right?

BUT updating his emergency contact involves updating paperwork for the 118 as well, and it’s only fair that Buck tell Bobby anyway since he was the previous emergency contact (see various canon evidence, but especially the tracheotomy incident and Monsters). So Bobby knows. Bobby is probably the only person who knows. And Buck is never really clear about why he’s doing this, but Bobby is pretty sure he has that figured out too.

What Bobby does not know is that he is the only person aware that Eddie is Buck’s emergency contact. He assumes that Eddie is also aware of this, that they had some meaningful conversation about it or even a quick ‘hey do you mind if I put you down for this?’ (you know like normal people do).

And then: Buck gets hurt. Nothing too serious, but he ends up at the hospital, and the hospital calls Eddie—and then Eddie is calling Bobby going “hey what the fuck why is a stranger calling to tell me Buck is injured??” and Bobby is like “oh my bad you’re right I should have called myself” and Eddie is like “no no what I don’t get is why I’m getting this phone call at all???”

To which Bobby’s response is something along the lines of, “Well you’re dating, aren’t you? It must be getting pretty serious.”

Eddie’s brain is just *static, dial tone noises, I’m sorry a a coherent thought could not be reached, please try again later* and the first thing he manages to blurt out is, “He told you about the will, didn’t he?*

Bobby does not know about the will so inevitably the whole thing comes out and Bobby nods along because yes of course that makes sense and then right at the end he’s like, “……so you aren’t dating?”

And Eddie’s like, “ha I wish.”

Silence.

More silence.

Then, “Well…. have you asked him?”

Some more silence, quiet and contemplative (you know the kind), before:

“What if he says no?”

“What if he says yes?”

It’s another long moment before Eddie speaks again, and then it’s only to say, “Thanks, Bobby. I gotta go.”

#forgot I wrote this lol found it in my drafts #I love when they’re stupid <3 #Evan Buckley #Eddie Diaz #Bobby Nash #911 Fox

[anglerflsh]

actually I'm not done with him. World's second worst babysitter for two child gods - au link

#[.art] #toh #wik hunter au #I almost wrote three because I forgot Scrangle isn't canonical to toh. lol #<-scrangle from tumbrluser sporesgalaxy btw go look at scrangle. #the collector #king