#i know it must be hard but hang in there!

[evnnkinard]

having thoughts. about buck and tommy and 'daddy', and about how eventually, the use of it starts to occasionally leak outside of the bedroom, too.

they don't always use it when they're having sex, just when the right mood hits for it. and it's not really a thing, except for how it's maybe become a little bit of a thing, but it's also not something they make into their entire dynamic; they don't want it to be, really. they're just having fun with it. but tommy's not blind to how well buck responds to it, either. how when tommy refers to himself as 'daddy' it grabs his attention, makes him listen, makes him melt, soft and pliable in tommy's hands.

the first time he uses it outside of sex, he doesn't really mean to. evan's just come off a rough 48 hour shift. he's bruised, inside and out, body trembling and exhausted and ready to drop at any moment, but in true evan fashion, he keeps insisting that he's fine. tommy doesn't push him, doesn't make him talk, knows that's not what evan needs right now, knows that part will come later. but when he catches him in the bathroom, fighting a losing battle to get his top off over his head because it's pulling uncomfortably at all his aches and bruises, he also knows he can't keep watching him hurt. so he slips inside the room, loud enough to make evan aware of his presence, but quiet enough to not startle him, either. he crowds up behind him, takes evan's wrists in his hands and carefully brings his arms back down to his sides. drops one hand onto his waist afterwards, places the other over his chest, feels the way that evan's breath hitches and gently, but firmly presses evan back into him. hooks his face over his shoulder, drops a kiss, two, onto evan's throat, and nuzzles his face a little into the crook of his neck and says, "it's okay, baby, let daddy take care of you now," and feels the way evan shudders, and then completely melts against him. there's still tension in the outlines of his body, but he's putty in his boyfriends hands right now, and tommy will help ease the rest of it away in the hours that follow.

-

he finds himself using it more intentionally after that, though it's still few and far between.

like when evan ends up in the hospital, again. injuries minor, but completely avoidable if not for the dangerous, reckless stunt he'd pulled. he struggles to keep the upset off his face after he knows for sure that evan's going to be okay, and his boyfriends quick to pick up on it. things quickly turn into a heated discussion that tommy's sure evan must have had a million times before with other members of his family by now, and when it's apparent that what he's saying isn't really sinking in, he makes a decision without giving himself time to second guess himself. stands up from his seat, quickly makes sure that no one else is around and bullies his way between evan's legs from where they're hanging off the edge of the hospital bed. evan's hands immediately come up to hold his waist, pull him in closer, but tommy doesn't let himself get distracted. gently, but firmly grabs evans chin in his hand and holds it in place. makes sure that he has evan's eyes locked on his own, says, "evan, listen to me. daddy needs you to come home to him, okay? i can't lose you."

evan's mouth drops open, breath escaping him. and then his hands grip tighter at tommy's side, whole body softening and swaying forwards, towards tommy. whines, quietly, "t-tommy, that's not fair."

"baby boy, anything's fair if it keeps you alive," he says. means it with his whole being. moves his hand to cup evan's cheek instead, and leans down to press a quick kiss to his lips.

-

his least favourite memory using it has his hands coated in evan's blood. a drunk driver t-boned them on the passenger side. tommy was driving. his memory's hazy, doesn't remember everything; doesn't think he wants to. but he remembers evan's blood. the way it seeped past tommy's fingers no matter how hard he pressed. how it matted in evan's curls and stained his lips. and he remembers evan's fluttering eyes, fighting to stay open, "no, no, no, evan- evan, keep your eyes open for me. evan, come on, baby, eyes open. i know it's hard, but you gotta keep them open," he remembers begging, "evan, evan- daddy needs you to keep your eyes open, okay? can you do that for me, baby boy? that's it, keep them open for daddy," remembers thinking hysterically that evan's usually the one begging, that it sounds so much better when he's the one doing it.

remembers how weeks later, the only good memory to come out of the whole ordeal, evan had cheekily presented him with a 'my daddy is my hero' mug.

#911 #911 abc #evan buckley #tommy kinard #bucktommy #buck x tommy #tw blood #i did not know how to end this #and i am so very tired so my brains not helping rn #so awkward ending it is

[brucewaynehater101]

Sorry love space world building so wanted to add onto the fashion world building

So fun ideas for Tim Ruler of Worlds AU

To start, I think that the discowing inspired fashion becomes synonymous with formal ware. Because it was for a bet, they probably only plan on wearing the outfit one time for one major public event, so the planetary citizens think that “oh this must be a special outfit” AND this leads to them adopting discowing inspired trends into their own local customs for formal wear (bright colors, feathers, fringe, sequins, rhinestones, glitter, etc) (like how people copy royal fashion trends)

After seeing the popularity of the first discowing fashion trend (and subsequent subject happiness boost) Tim makes this the standard bet for YJ. Like whenever you wanna have a bet it’s not like “do this for $20” it’s “do this for public appearance in discowing” (“discowing” first becomes a name for an entire subset of fashion) They use it so frequently that there are so many different varieties and styles for Tim’s subjects to adopt (I also think that Tim’s subjects adopt everyday style fashion from YJ casual and costume outfits but that’s not the focus right now even if it’s also really fun)

Dick’s just feeling like such a good big brother/mentor figure cause his little brother and all his friends keep coming to him to play “design the costume” He knows they’re never going to wear whatever he designs (he never sees it on Earth so how would he know) But he’s glad they’re having fun hanging out with him nonetheless

(His heart explodes when he eventually finds out about the planets with “discowing” fashion. Explodes!)

Additionally, I think that because they end up making a lot of their public appearances in “discowing” fashion, the YJ and Tim start calling his empire “the discowing worlds,” aka, world where they’ve worn “discowing”

But after they end up referring to the discowing worlds while on a planet ruled by Tim,

“The Discowing Worlds” becomes the unofficial official name of Tim’s empire

All the different planets have their own local language variations of the name cause the cultural context of disco and wing are kinda hard to translate into something similar to “discowing” but they try (So like “the worlds of color and flight” or “flying music” or “song wing empire” or “space of radiant feathers” etc)

(This becomes the second use of the phrase “discowing” fashion aka how other galactic peoples refer to fashion trends from the discowing worlds)

I also think that the term “discowing” is only really used by Batfam and friends so it’s really unlikely that any of the human GLs have heard of the nickname for the costume. When they hear the name of the empire they can obviously tell that it’s human in origin and what each component means, but that doesn’t mean they could figure out that it’s referring to nightwing or use it to actually figure out Tim’s identity as mystery overlord (Maybe if they told JL, someone could figure it out but I just don’t think anyone who could figure out the connection would bother to tell the GLs what’s going on or even seriously consider that it’s an actual connection and not a funny coincidence)

So yeah Tim and YJ mess around and make Dick’s brand of fashion a flamboyant well-respected sub-genre of galactic style and accidentally name an empire after the poor design skills of the first Robin in the process

My gods. This would be hilarious to witness (Tim's entire empire being named variations of discowing. Some of the variations seemed rad, but the OG name is silly).

I wanted to add on, though, that YJ encounters a disco hell at some point. I wonder if that plot line could fit anywhere into this as well?

I'd also love to see drawings of their various "royal" outfits.

#dc comics #tim drake #dc universe #thank you for the ask!!!! #ruler of worlds au #dc au #dick grayson #yj98 #discowing

[nonbinaryspy]

This is a birthday attack on @larachelledrawsfe for the FE ArtScuffle, with the super fun prompt of fanon Emblems. Please imagine a magical girl transformation cutscene as you meet Emblem Mist! She’s Fogado’s personal Emblem and allows him to wield Florete. Only a certain song can awaken her from her thousand year slumber, so she can’t be summoned until Emblem Ike is there to teach it to Alear. She and Fogado become fast friends and are generally seen in good cheer, though they worry about their older siblings, who won’t stop teaming up to smash barricades with a hammer…

I thought of three concepts for their Emblem bond supports, so I’ve included all three behind the cut. Enjoy!

C — Mist: You sure know how to party, Prince Fogado, but you’re always working hard. It must be because Princess Timerra has so much on her plate, right? Fogado: Me? Working hard or hardly working, amirite? Haha… But seriously, don’t let anyone hear you say that. B — Fogado: You seem restless, Mist. Something on your mind? Mist: No, I’m just used to being busy with chores. Kinda hard to cook or clean without hands, though… A — Fogado: Y’know, Ike’s seemed a lot more relaxed since you got here. Mist: Really? He looks like the same old grumpy brother to me. He can’t even dig into my world famous meatloaf recipe anymore! Fogado: I’m sure he’s just happy to have you around. You don’t have to strain yourself so hard. Mist: Huh… Thanks, Prince Fogado. I’m sure Princess Timerra feels the same way about you.

C — Mist: Your horse is so cute! I used to ride around on one, too. Fogado: A fellow equestrian! I like it. How about I take you with me next time I go riding? B — Fogado: You’re surprisingly knowledgeable about archery. Mercenaries dabble in a little of everything, huh? Mist: Not really. My best friend was just good with a bow. I must’ve picked up more from watching him than I thought! A — Fogado: Healers sure are amazing. Sometimes, I think about asking Pandreo for lessons, but I don’t think I have it in me to be a man of the cloth. Mist: I got lessons from a priest when I was younger. There’s not much to it except wanting to be helpful. Fogado: You make it sound so simple. If only I really could heal everything ailing the people of Solm… Mist: I think you’re great at healing hearts! Just keep your spirits up, and it’ll all work out.

C — Fogado: Most folks are surprised to see a prince roaming around, but you don’t seem fazed, Mist. Mist: I used to travel with a princess, so I’m used to it by now. B — Fogado: Mercenaries have all sorts of adventures, huh? What’s the wildest thing you and this princess of yours got up to? Mist: One time, our ship got grounded in a country full of dragons. They ended up helping us, but boy, things seemed hairy! Er…scaly? A — Fogado: It’s weird to think that someday, Timerra’s gonna have to spend so much time on the throne. Mist: I know what you mean. When my friend became queen, she sure didn’t have a lot of time to chat! Mist: But your sis will still be the same person. So don’t forget to spend time with her, okay? Fogado: Haha, you sound just like her when you say that. Okay, you both win. I’ll make sure to hang out around the throne sometimes, too.

#larachelledrawsfe #fescuffle #fire emblem #tellius #fe17 #fe engage #mist fire emblem #fogado

[kaionyx]

I’ve started recently reading your blog on my breaks at work, it’s funny because I’m a bit of a bigger guy, I’m stealth at work because it’s a blue collar job, and I’m kind of a rough looking dude, all together people tend to assume I’m more dominant.

Little do my they know that I’m actually sitting on my break rereading your posts and fantasizing about getting stoned with someone and wrestling to see who gets to fuck the other first, but inevitably letting them win because we both know I need someone to wreck my sopping wet boycunt til I pass out.

Now I know you enjoy all your bunnies and kitties, but do you have any work dogs? A big tough burly dog who obeys and submits not because I’m not strong enough to fight back, but because we both know what I really need is someone in charge. Someone to grab me and put a leash on me the second I get off my shift, still in my work boots, force an edible down my throat, and fuck me til all I can do is bark for my owner.

A work dog huh? Well that’s a new one for me, though that doesn’t mean I don’t like a good challenge. A mutt is a mutt no matter the size or appearance they give off yknow. They all crave being dumbed down to stupid obedient pups when the day comes to an end, especially when the promise of being under me hangs in their mind all day. You can always come to me when you want your mind switched off for the night though love, it must be hard keeping up such a facade all the time hmm?

#ftm ns/fw #t4t ns/fw #anon asks #nsft asks

[klaprisun]

One Sunny Day

(Stardew Valley) (Haley x Female Farmer)

Chapter 26

For some reason, I wasn’t brave enough to venture over to Haley’s house and confront her just yet. Part of me was still mad at her actions and doing a 180 with her feelings. She is hardcore playing with my feelings but I have been dying to hear her say those words. I wanted her to admit that she wants to be with me and that she is attracted to me.

The whole rest of the day was just me daydreaming about the morning. It wasn’t until just after dinner that I decided I’m going to go to the saloon for the night and see if they are all hanging out there. They’ll freak out when they hear the news.

“Howdy!” I say, announcing my arrival to the arcade. Just as I thought, everyone has decided to meet up. We were just missing Haley and Abigail unfortunately.

“Hi!” A chorus of their voices call out.

Trying too hard to keep the excitement in, I keep trying to stifle my grin. As good as I think I’m doing, everyone clocks me immediately.

“What’s up with you Danny? Why are you smiling funny?” Maru questions me.

“Ahhh you know. This and that,” I slyly say, trying to act cool.

“Something is up. What are you hiding from us?” Leah gasps, “Oh my god are you pregnant?!”

This causes the whole room to erupt with laughter. I just shake my head and laugh along with them.

“No seriously. What is it you are hiding?” Elliot cuts the laughter off with a serious tone.

“Well if you MUST know…a certain someone may have finally dipped their toes in the water with me…” I say nonchalantly.

A million questions start being asked that I can’t keep up with. I try listening to each person but everyone talks over each other.

“It might’ve been more of a dip. More like a splash. But not in the physical sense of us doing things…it was just a confession. A really big one. She let it all out to me today that I’m still processing what she said exactly,” I say, hoping to answer everyone’s questions.

Everyone had finally quieted down to hear my explanation. Sebastian lets out a hoot of excitement and the rest join in. They really are a loud bunch.

For some reason, my eyes drift towards Alex alone in the corner. I see him smiling brightly and joining in with everyone else on the hollering. He seems genuinely happy for me, and I hate that I was ever mad at him. I understand he was in a tough position with his feelings and was in the same boat with Haley. The two of them have come so far and I hope they both feel more like themselves.

He sees me looking at him and shoots me a wink and a thumbs up. I send a thumbs up his way in return. I mouth the words thank you to him, hoping he can read lips. I see his face contort into a look of confusion but he shrugs it off and keeps smiling.

“You know what you need to do now? Bring her a bouquet of flowers from Pierre’s!” Penny chimes in. “Bringing someone a bouquet indicates romantic interest in Pelican Town. It’s a tradition!”

“Why have I never gotten a bouquet?” Sam’s face falls as he looks to Sebastian. He starts giving Sebastian the sweetest puppy dog eyes, trying to make him feel bad for not getting him a bouquet.

“Fine I’ll get you a bouquet,” Sebastian gives in, rolling his eyes playfully. Sam pumps his fist in the air.

“It’s just like if you were to get her a Mermaid Pendant. Pelican Town folks give our partners a Mermaid Pendant from a creepy Old Mariner that shows up on rainy days,” Elliot smiles menacingly.

“As a sign of romantic interest?” I question him.

“Oh don’t listen to Elliot. That’s how you PROPOSE to someone in Pelican Town,” Leah informs me while giving Elliot a scolding nudge.

“I’m still creeped out by the story of the Old Mariner. None of us have ever had to go see him but we’ve heard stories,” Maru adds.

“Well I think I’m going to start with the bouquet,” I say sarcastically to Elliot.

“If you think that’s best,” Elliot shrugs as he lets out a laugh.

“You can get one from Pierre first thing tomorrow,” Penny tells me.

“So have you guys done anything freaky yet?” Sam all of a sudden asks. My face goes beat red.

“That’s never going to happen any time soon. She only just accepted her sexuality. She isn’t going to want to do anything let that. We will probably take it slow,” I nervously reply.

“Well you guys already made out to some extent whether you remember it or not. That counts for something,” Leah adds.

“I give it a week,” Shane grumbles from his usual place beside the fireplace. He has been eavesdropping the whole time. I feel my face heat up even more.

“Guys chill! It’s not going to be anything like that. You guys see how Haley is with me,” I try to explain. Everyone raises an eyebrow and awkwardly scratches their head. I hear a few faint coughs as well.

“Yeah, that doesn’t really help your case. We do see how she is around you that’s why we are giving it a week…” Elliot whispers to me.

“I don’t know what you guys are seeing but you gotta get your heads out of the gutter,” I disappointedly shake my head but let out a chuckle to let them know I’m only joking.

“Alright, you better get home before you burst with embarrassment. I know you are dying to sleep so you can run over to Pierre’s first thing in the morning,” Leah takes me by the shoulders and turns me to the door.

“Damn right. Bye guys!” I yell back as I speed walk to the door.

I’m hoping that when I get home and my head hits the pillow I can fall right asleep. I don’t want her waiting another day for me to show my interest in her. She may start thinking I don’t like her back!

What if I'm too late and she has changed her mind? I begin overthinking.

Will she still like me tomorrow? Maybe she was just in a state of delusion and she didn’t know she confessed?

I try to shake the thoughts from my brain but I can’t help overthinking. I really want this to work out. This is the first time I have ever put effort into trying to be with a girl. Haley is different from everyone I have ever met and I don’t want to mess this up.

#sdv #sdv fanfic #stardew valley #stardew #stardew fanfic #stardew valley haley #stardew valley haley fanfic #haley fanfic #sdv haley fanfic #sdv haley #stardew haley #haley stardew #haley x female farmer #haley x farmer #lgbtq #wlw yearning #wlw #sapphic #sapphic yearning #lesbian #pelican town #fanfic #stardew valley fanfic #stardew farmer #farmer #sdv farmer #stardew valley farmer #haley sdv #haley stardew valley

[natrogersfics]

The Anthology - Chapter 4: I Can Do It With a Broken Heart

Artwork by @faith2nyc Read on AO3

“What did you just say?”

An amalgam of emotions washes over Natasha as she sits in front of her vanity, watching in horror as the moment Steve grabs a paparazzo by the collar replays on her phone. Concern is at the forefront. As anyone who’s spent even the briefest of moments with Steve Rogers can attest to, it takes a lot to get a rise out of him. And while the words of the photographer in the video are too mumbled to make out, she can only imagine what he must have said to elicit this kind of reaction from him.

Then there’s the worry. While she avoids the online gossip rags on principle, with the clip making the rounds seemingly on every platform, it’s hard not to see. And if she can’t escape it, she doubts that Steve can. People may fawn over him left, right, and center these days, but she’s played this game long enough to know that there are also those patiently waiting for the opportune time to cast the first stone against him regardless of the full picture.

Looming large above all, though, is the guilt. While their filming schedule is winding down, what little days they have left on set have only grown more difficult to navigate. Outside of their scenes, she and Steve haven’t spoken to each other since he’d confronted her on her way back to her trailer that day. Even so, the silence between them is nothing short of deafening. On the rare occasion that she allows herself to steal a glance at him, she can still see all the questions swirling in his face. Questions she knows she owes him answers to, but that she can never give. For in the midst of all those inquiries, she can also see vestiges of what she thinks might still be hope. For what, she’s not certain. All she knows is that it doesn’t matter – it can’t – and that she’s the last person that can ever give it oxygen.

At least, that’s what she’s been convincing herself of every night when she heads out the door with her lips lacquered and her clutch in hand and into the flashing lights of one club. Then another.

It’s for the best.

A sigh falls heavily from her lips. Those four words are ones she finds herself repeating like a mantra more than she cares to admit these days. In theory, she knows that they hold true even when it does nothing to stomp out the deep-seated ache in her chest – especially now, as she looks at the screen once more and takes in the way Steve’s posture has gone rigid, his expression incandescent with anger as he stares the photographer down. And not for the first time since she hightailed it out of his rental that night, she catches herself scrolling through her contacts, her thumb hovering over his name.

It’s for the best.

Just as she’s done every other time, she sets her phone back down, swallowing down the lump in her throat.

“Late night?” The question comes from Melina later on as they sit in the back of a town car enroute to her next appearance. Her agent’s tone is a little too pointed for her liking, and she lets her know as much with a sharp glare. Melina brings her hands up as if in surrender, and she just shakes her head as she leans further back into the headrest, closing her eyes. “Are you okay?”

Like a reflex, her response comes to her in an instant, but she bites it back just as quickly. As the lie hangs acridly on the tip of her tongue, she keeps her eyes shut. She would like to think that after decades in this business, she’d be used to this by now. And she is. Saying what people want to hear. Appearing in such a way that people want to see. All of that became second nature to her long ago – her circumstances behind closed doors be damned.

Nevertheless, every now and then, she gives into the nagging craving to speak the truth. “Does it matter?”

As the seconds drag on and her response goes unanswered, she turns to Melina to see the woman already another world away, her ever sharp gaze trained on the screen of her tablet, taking in the details underneath what looks to be a headshot of a petite young blonde with piercing green eyes. As she turns back to watch the busy streets pass by the window, the humorless chuckle that falls from her lips is one she would never in a million years be able to stifle. “Body’s not even cold yet.”

“Natasha,” Melina says, her tone conciliatory now. “You know it’s not like that.”

The car comes to a stop, the relentless clicks of the cameras flashing away outside audible even through the closed windows. The sound only intensifies as her door is opened, but before she steps out, she pauses to look back at Melina. “Make sure you tell her what this job really entails.”

If Melina reacts to her words, she doesn’t hear or see it as she steps out and onto the carpet. The smile on her face is cut straight out of the glossiest of magazine covers, never once losing its luster as she makes her way towards the hordes of people shouting her name on the sidelines to sign photographs of her own image and to grin into one outstretched phone screen after another.

“Natasha, nice to see you again,” Betty Brand, the bubbly host of E! greets once she finally makes it to the end of the carpet, giving her a kiss on either cheek before holding out the microphone in her direction. “How have you been?”

Without missing a beat, her lips curl up into another blinding smile. “Fantastic as always, Betty. Thanks.”

“Good to hear. So, tell us, who are you wearing this fine evening?”

Chapter 3 | Chapter 5 (Coming Soon)

#Romanogers #The Anthology #Natasha Romanoff #Black Widow #Steve Rogers #Captain America #Movie Star AU #Hollywood AU #steve x natasha #I Can Do It With A Broken Heart #icdiwabh

[silenzahra]

🤡🛒

In reference to this ask game ✨

Thank you so much for asking! 🥰 I actually had so much fun with these ones, so I hope you'll like my answers! 🤭

🤡 - For this one, I went and selected a specific scene from my Mario movie fanfic (the longest thing I've written), as I remember cracking up like crazy when I wrote it 😂 For context: they were trying to reach again the warp pipe to go and visit Peach and Toad in the Mushroom Kingdom, and they had a hard time getting again to the corridor that led to the subway maze they found... especially Luigi.

Here's where they are! Sorry for the terrible quality, but I don't know why, my laptop won't let me take screenshots of the movie even though I bought it on Amazon Prime 🤷‍♀️

Sorry if this is a bit long btw, but I hope you'll laugh with this too like I did! 💖

Luigi pulls one foot away from the pipe and stretches it down. He immediately notices Mario's fingers closing around his ankle, and, emboldened by the faith that the determination with which his brother holds him gives him, he holds on tightly to the upper pipe and pulls the other leg away from the lower one.

He cannot prevent a shriek from escaping his throat as he feels his body, after falling a few centimeters, hang in the air, and realizes that there are only two things that prevent him from falling into the water. The first is his iron grip around the pipe, so firm and desperate at the same time that his aching hands protest.

The second, of course, is Mario.

"I've got you, Luigi!" he repeats incessantly to calm him down, “I've got you!"

And it's true: Luigi's body has slid down the wall, so that Mario has managed to wrap his arms around his waist. He clutches him with energy as he tries to stabilize himself, and Luigi clenches his eyelids and teeth with the effort of not letting go.

"I can't take it anymore!" he shouts, gritting his teeth, feeling his arms screaming in turn from the tension.

"Let go!" Mario finally tells him.

And even though in other circumstances he would've considered obeying, Luigi opens his hands and releases the pipe.

He feels himself fall immediately, which causes a new shriek to escape his mouth. He waves his arms in the air for a few moments before meeting Mario's head, which he immediately grabs onto as if it were a lifebuoy. His brother, for his part, hasn't let go of his waist, but Luigi immediately notices how he wobbles, trying to keep his balance and prevent the two of them from falling into the water, and he hears him grunt when Luigi inadvertently plugs his nose by holding on to him so tightly.

Desperate to keep them both from falling into the raging waters that roar at their feet, Luigi leans his body as far as he can towards Mario, letting all his weight fall on him so that his brother's swing does not lead them to their doom. Mario, his face crushed against Luigi's overalls, utters muffled protests as he inertitiously backs away, his arms still around Luigi's waist, and Luigi, clinging to him like a koala bear, lets out a nervous chuckle as he realizes that his sibling's faltering steps are leading them into the tunnel and away from the waterfalls. He reaches down to try to get a better grip on Mario so he can breathe, but doesn't let go.

Then Mario stumbles and falls backwards with a scream, and Luigi's laughter also turns into a high-pitched squeal as he feels them collapse.

His forehead kisses the ground and Luigi lets out a groan of pain that rivals Mario's, who, having fallen backwards, must have hit his head. Sprawled on the stone floor, the two brothers protest at the impact, laying still on the ground. Luigi squeezes his eyelids, trying to calm himself down and to silence the pain that runs through his forehead and arms. Below him, he notices the rushed breathing of Mario, whose arms continue to hold him firmly in spite of everything, and he cannot prevent a smile from breaking out on his lips.

Which, in fact, is followed by a giggle.

Immediately, even though he can't see it, he feels Mario's gaze piercing him.

"Are you... laughing?" he gasps, incredulous.

The surprise in his voice only makes Luigi laugh harder. With half his body lying on top of his brother's, he moves his hand to place it on one of his shoulders and turns his head on the stone floor. He opens his eyes in the midst of the laughter and a loud chuckle springs from deep inside when he notices Mario's bewildered gesture, staring at him with a raised eyebrow, as if he had gone mad.

Before long, however, he feels Mario's chest rise under his arm, holding his breath, and when he opens his eyes again, Luigi notices that his sibling is pursing his lips and has puffed out his cheeks in an attempt to contain his laughter. Luigi chuckles again, amused, which causes Mario's laughter to burst out in return, and his brother raises his arm to lay his fingers on his. Luigi snickers louder at Mario's explosion, and Mario doubles his laughter when he hears him laugh.

For a few moments they remain like that: laughing their heads off on the stone floor, their heads close together, their legs intertwined and half of Luigi's body on top of Mario's. Mario's fingers hold Luigi in two places: at his waist, where he still grips him with determination, as if he were still in danger of falling into the water, and by the hand Luigi has placed on his shoulder.

Luigi watches his brother laugh, eyes closed and nonchalance dominating his face, and silences his own laughter for a few seconds. He wants to revel in the image of Mario in that moment, being happy and forgetting all the bad things. He feels an immense warmth flooding his insides and embracing his heart, and realizes how much he's missed being like this: alone with his brother, sharing a few laughs after a somewhat crazy situation, leaving the problems behind and enjoying each other's presence and closeness.

Oh, how he's missed Mario and how glad he is to be reunited with him again!

Moments like that convince him more and more that everything he's been through in the last few days hasn't been so horrible, if he can still have the security of seeing Mario chuckle and laughing along with him.

With a last laugh, Mario sighs and opens his eyes before turning his face towards him. Luigi widens his smile so that it shows his teeth, and Mario laughs once more before he starts to move. He begins to sit up without letting go of his brother to help him straighten up in turn, so that Luigi is kneeling next to Mario, who remains seated next to him. Every time their gazes meet, they laugh in a low voice with mutual understanding.

"We're the champions of balance,” comments Mario, amused.

"Of course,” replies Luigi, covering his mouth to contain a new giggle.

"Maybe we could set up a circus."

"Then we should definitely call Spike."

Mario snorts and covers his mouth as he gives his brother a wide-eyed look. Luigi bursts out laughing at his efforts to restrain himself, and Mario joins in with a loud cackle.

"That was a good one, little bro” he compliments him after a few seconds, raising his fist in his direction.

"Thank you!" Luigi sticks out his chest and bumps his brother's against his with a haughty gesture dominating his face. "I know."

Mario throws his head back and laughs heartily.

I hope you liked it! 😁 And I hope I translated it correctly too, this was a very quick translation, so perhaps it'll be worded differently whenever I decide to start posting this (VERY) long fic 🤭

@bberetd @vulpixfairy1985 @itsavee4117 @pepperycar @keakruiser

@stripetkattelalala54-gf @roscolate Tagging you in case you'd also like to read this! No pressure, of course 💖

🛒 - Oh, that has to be mostly hugs! Hugs between the brothers, the forehead touch, and in general, lots of brotherly love as it's my absolute favorite thing to write about 🥹 I LOVE making them show their love for each other physically, as well as emotionally of course, but them hugging, holding hands, tickling each other, Luigi poking on Mario's belly, and of course platonic kisses on their cheeks and foreheads completely steal my heart 😭 I'm even getting emotional just by thinking of it 🤭 That's how deep my love for them is! ❤️💚

Thank you again for asking, dear friend! I really enjoyed answering these questions! 🥰💖💖

(I'll continue answering later, and please, feel free to send me more asks if you'd like! I love this game! ✨)

#asks #asks answered #ask game #writer ask game #ask away #ask me anything #ask me questions #send asks #super mario bros #super mario #mario and luigi #super mario fanfic #mario brothers #mario movie #writing #fanfic writer emoji ask #my writing #my fics #my fanfics #silenzahra

[wonusite]

imagine giving cheollie a nj for the first time but hannie shows you how to do it causw you're too scared to mess up.

imagine cheol naked on the bed, hannie between his legs, sucking his dick, fondling his balls, pressing the tip with his tongue, kissing his balls...cheol's crying out and you're watching intently, drooling, one hand in your pants and the other fondling your boobs.

hannie finally lets go of cheol with a pop, kisses cheol's tip and then tells you it's your turn... urgh please continue if you can cause I don't have the brain power

🥀 - uni's been kicking my ass

YOU’RE ACTUALLY INSANE FOR THIS????

bc like just imagine tentatively taking cheol’s cock and giving it shy kitten licks. you’re nervous and careful with your movements, and it just turns cheol and hannie on sm bc you’re their sweet girl who just wants to be good for them. so ofc cheol just pets your head and praises you for being so good for him. so you just get more confidence and end up deep throating him until he’s spilling his hot cum into your mouth. their cocks just twitch for you when you swallow every last drop 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

#crazy af #so hot omfg #also good luck with school! #i know it must be hard but hang in there! #you got this 🤍 #🥀 nonny #nalani.thotz

[kindahoping4forever]

is there any hope in praying for a new kh4f writing piece? or are you officially retired 😓 i beg i plead i weep i NEED a fresh ashton one-shot like my life depends on it 🙏

Definitely not retired! I truly never meant to go this long without publishing a fic - last year was just a very weird, unbelievably difficult blur for me, the hiatus just happened and to be honest, I regret it every day.

But! Although my posting stopped, I never really stopped writing (I think my longest streak of not so much as opening a doc was about 3 months.) I've been writing much more infrequently than I'd like and with much more effort and hesitance than I'm used to (turns out going from practicing a skill every day for years to just... not doesn't do much for that skill or one's confidence 😬) but I have still been writing! Unfortunately, finishing stories hasn't been my strong suit recently and that's primarily why I haven't posted in so long. And why my WIP folder has been this stacked for the past year lol:

Some docs are just a few paragraphs long while some only need a few paragraphs to be done. I'm kind of at this weird crossroads right now where I definitely want to finish some of these fics (why let all that effort go to waste) but also I want to jump on ideas that are newer and have less baggage in my brain (it's been extremely frustrating trying to get back to where I was!). So I'm trying to navigate that while also trying to get back into the writing mindset and routine again, learning to trust my instincts again, find a way for my brain to be a comfy and fun place to hang out in again. I am determined to get there, and sooner than later this time. I feel closer than ever! And when I do, Tumblr will be the first to know. Promise. 💙

#writing became such a big part of this blog and of my life - i don't know if i could ever fully leave it behind #brains are just so so weird and mine hasn't been my fav place to hang out the past couple of years tbqh #and unfortunately that's kind of a requirement for the creative process #but i've been working hard to get over that and find my way back to the way things were and maybe even better #i cannot believe next week marks a full year since my last fic and it's been OVER a year since my last Ash fic 😭 #that's outrageous and must be rectified as soon as humanly possible #i'm so so grateful to know that whenever that time comes i can count on you celebrating with me! 🥰 #and i still owe you those Encore headcanons you sent me last year lol - i haven't forgotten! 😌 #thank you for continuing to reach out! it means so much and i never take it for granted #💙💙💙 #ask #stuckincalifornia #kh4f writing

[izzyspussy]

i think a lot of people have never been in a truly desperate situation but think they have, and this causes them to pass really harsh judgment on people who made bad choices when either irrational or having no good choices to pick instead, and i really wish people could get some fucking self-perception and work on their compassion skills and not fucking do that as much anymore

#jack facts #people be banging on about empathy this empathy that #and like sure maybe people have a measurable capacity for it but i can tell you what #that sure as fuck don't mean any fucking one of them ever bothers to make use of it when it matters lol #and i mean on the other hand it's hard to conceptualize how you would feel going through something you've never experienced before #i just wish people would be AWARE of the fact they don't know! #or like that there's a difference between ''i can't afford anything but instant ramen'' and ''i can't get any food or water'' #or a difference between being freaked out by spiders and having clinical arachnophobia #or a difference between ''my loved one is sick and i'm really worried about them'' and ''my loved one is dying in front of me'' #etc etc etc etc etc #anyway the longer i live the more i'm convinced that empathy is a garbage concept #and actually a more reliable way to act with true compassion is through at least some capacity for relative objectivity #the ability to say ''i don't know how that feels and i cannot understand it through comparison'' and to be able AND WILLING #to take people's self reports on their feelings thought processes or lackthereof in good faith and with sympathy #and also the ability to acknowledge that doing a bad thing for good reasons does not negate the bad thing being bad #but also should and does change what consequences are appropriate and/or most effective #and also like............... things people do in desperation or other irrational states do not represent Who They Are As A Person #or what it's like to hang out with them in a day to day situation #another thing i keep getting more and more aware of is like. if y'all can't even handle an irrational or impulsive choice that does harm #done by an otherwise ''good'' person under short term desperate situations #that they then do their best to reduce the harm of after the situation is over #i can not even imagine how absolutely unforgiving you must be of anyone who has delusions #and i mean real delusions and real psychosis not the hyperbolic babytalk version lol #like i don't think most of you even know what the fuck a delusion even is the way you act about things as simple & straightforward as like #fear. hunger. pain. #absolutely fucking exhausting

[unproduciblesmackdown]

shake your hand in character ft. flashback joe iconis, cyril von miserthorpe, krampus, the fancy tree, mister macabee, quince, little evalina, debra neezer jolie, flashback joe jr., flashback mama, poinsettia, hot candy, clouds, santa, aunt lorette, rufus?

#bass boosting & blurring visuals as i go Aunt Lorette....what's next a rare peenie w/o the islanders jacket orange glasses #listening intently under the [clouds] handshake like his beloved aunt lorett(e) it does sure sound like. uncle giuseppino #who has to reveal the uncle peenie nickname b/c present tense joe finds his toddler self's mispronunciation embarrassing or what have you #opposite of posts like ''it must be so hard to be 70 yrs old a toddler calls you peepaw & that's your name for the rest of your life'' #anyways maybe i misheard it Once & have been aunt lorettaing ever since lmao #haven't technically heard that many actual auditory uncle peenie aunt lorette/a intros #in fact sure could be spelling it like uncle pini or such the whole time but a) peenie's funnier; relevant; more obvious outside context #& b) it's like a toddler's mispronunciation so that justifies a like artistic / poetic translation choice there lol #joe iconis christmas extravaganza #cyril von miserthorpe #will roland #i was also wondering why giovanny's costume looked so similar to flashback joe abf's....well because he is flashback joe junior!! #whose flashback daddy was Not killed by flashback mama #ft. many others....thrown by [clouds? thought that was the personification of Hope] but other things are new/unknown to me ofc! #little evalina is the role who does not speak until singing all i want for christmas is you btw. last time ft. george as little evalino #or referenced in the extensively phyllidia krampus fancy tree featuring video there as The Silent Child whom will be made a Quiet Stew #hang in there rufus #quince not bringing up the eternal onehandedness ft. carrying it around lol.... #oh hang on i bet i know what happened re: [was it aunt lorette the whole time] w/pertinent grammatical choices here already #hearing them introduced & outroduced as Aunt Lorette And Uncle Peenie & rebracketing Lorette And into LorettaAnd

[rottingfacade]

i need to buy drugs so i can make friends. talkign to trans girls about the shows and games they like is wayy to hard

#im always friendly and im not *too* timid but i have literally nothing to say in any conversation with new people #i can't carry a first conversation so i need another way to show that i want to be nice #and finding a reason to hang out with someone for the first time is hard. things you both like that are worth doign together are rare #pretty much any college student will say yes to drugs #i know this must be obv to a lot of college kids but im just realizing

[thatwasntlikeridingabikeuasshole]

I think it all boils down to that the one and only fact I know is that Girl was incredibly, deliriously happy that I asked her to prom and I want to know what it is I can do that will make her that happy again

#that ive done it once and dont know what it was drives me crazy #was it that she really likes me platonically? and if so should i ask her if she wants to hang out sometime before then just as friends? #(but what if she thinks im trying to pressure her to date me or hanging out with her platonically just because im in love with her) #was it that shes into me and is happy that im into her but just feels like for other reasons she cant date? bc if so we should talk #(but theres no way of knowing if thats the case) #augh #the worst part is i know she must like me enough that shed probably want to hang out with me at least platonically. but now if i ask her to #do that i dont wanna seem like i have ulterior motives #god this is hard #i just want to go straight up to her and say How Do I Make You Happy Augh #but cant bc life

[yet-another-autism-blog]

I haven't seen my friends in over a year now. It was about a year and a half since I'd seen them before that. I see my sister once a month, if that. Haven't seen my younger brother in about 6 months. Haven't seen my older brother in almost 4 years. I missed my older brothers wedding. I missed both my younger siblings 21st birthdays. I missed my own 23rd and 24th birthdays. I can't join the discord video call thing when my friends are playing games together because our wifi isn't strong enough. I can't partake in any of my hobbies because I don't have space, can't risk making too much noise, and can't go out to get supplies. I go to work (reduced hours so I'm not there when the store is open to reduce covid risk, which means less money) and then I go home and don't leave my room. I lay in bed and scroll tumblr or instagram until it's time to go sleep.

I know there still a pandemic, I'm not trying to minimize that. But fuck, I don't know how to keep living like this.

#not autism #i know it must be hard for my roommate too #since hes immunocompromised #but he at least has family dinner and game night once a week #and he has a good relationship with his family #he has a couple friends who come by to hang out with him every now and then #and his grandma takes him out thift shopping whenever he wants #which he loves #i cant do any of that stuff because of the risk to him #vent

[llama-head]

Transcript Below

[Bishop] Are you still mad at me?

[Jax] Hm?

[Bishop] For missing your game.

[Jax] I mean, a little but it’s over now. No point staying mad.

[Bishop] I’m sorry.

[Jax] I know, it’s fine.

[Bishop] Is it?

[Jax] Yeah Bishop, I just hope your oh so important planning went well.

[Bishop] It did! 

[Jax] Good!

[Bishop] Yeah, it is good! 

[Jax] Bishop, do you want me to be angry?

[Bishop] You’re always angry at me.

[Jax] What? No I’m not. 

[Bishop] We fight all the time.

[Jax] A lot of couples fight! But it’s fine, we’re fine.

[Bishop] ...Are we?

[Jax] Yes. Do you think we’re not?

[Bishop] I don’t know, you’ve been distant.

[Jax] I’ve been distant? Really? Me?

[Bishop] I mean, yeah? And you always seem pissed at me.

[Jax] I am not always pissed at you. Half the time, when we do see each other, I’m tired. I know I can be snappy when I’m tired so I’m sorry if I’m more of a dick.

[Bishop] It’s fine I guess.

[Jax] Obviously it’s not.

[Bishop] (Sighs) It’s just different now, that’s all.

[Jax] It is different now but, like, it’s just growing up or some shit.

[Bishop] Yeah.

[Jax] I’m not always pissed at you, I promise. I love you so much Bishop.

[Bishop] I love you too...get over here and show me how much you love me.

[Jax] Ay, ay captain. It’s fine that you missed my game, okay? I’m over it.

[Bishop] Okay, I’m still sorry. I know.

[Jax] Things will be better when basketball is over, I’ll be less busy.

[Bishop] I’m still gonna be busy.

[Jax] I know but we’ll work it out.

[Bishop] You still wanna get a cat?

[Jax] Hell yeah I want to get a cat!

[Bishop] Dope, we’ll get a cat then. I love you.

[Jax] Love ya too.

#ts4 #ts4 legacy #ts4 story #sims 4 #sims 4 legacy #sims 4 story #the sims 4 #sims #The Garcia Family #jax payton #bishop ratcliffe #CAT #literally tho i feel like im always writing them fighting #i promise theyre in love #I PROMISE #i think the transition from high school dating to real dating is tough #not that high school dating isnt real dating but like living together and figuring out schedules and such #adult dating i guess and theyre doing that transition early #also seeing someone for MOST of ur day instead of hanging out like #it must be hard lmao i wouldnt know but i know id be different if that happened

[sweetlikesunflowersandhoney]

*girl who is not doing well at all voice* I should rewatch Pride and Prejudice (2009)

#i am deeply unloved and it is my fault #the people i consider friends do not want to see me or hang out with me #they say they do to my face but they don't reach out. they don't come when i invite them. #the people i considered my family never text. they don't call. they don't reply when i reach out. #i must be so annoying. it must be so hard to enjoy my company. #because no one ever seeks it #i am so so so unloved and it has to be me #my own mother doesn't like me #my sister tolerates me #my father forgets i exist #and people will contradict this with their words but not their actions #i have heard ''i miss you so much!'' from people and then i made plans with them the next week #and they always say they can't #i say ''okay let me know!'' #and they never do #because they don't think about me #because my company must be so. bothersome. #at best i am good in small doses #i stopped trying with those people #today i saw them all and I didn't make plans #for what? #it's been years of this pattern #but today i really saw how little i mean to them #negativity //