#i used to act adult so they would respect me. but i got laughed at so now ill be the immature bratty stupid baby she thinks and acts like i

[macsmoods]

can I request a hobie brown x fem! spider person and they kinda adopt miles and gwen. They see them and they’re like “yep these are our kids now.”

FOUND FAMILY

Hobie Brown

Summary: You and Hobie have been together for about 6 months now. When Miguel introduces everyone to the new recruits there’s an immediate liking between the 4 of you. Soon you and Hobie find yourselves becoming protective.

not edited—requests:open ——————————————————————— •“I’m excited. It been awhile since we got new recruits” you said excitedly walking to the conference room. You hands were locked together as you swung them back and fourth.

“Me to. Hopefully there not jack asses like the last to.” you nodded in agreement as he finished talking.

You flashed Miguel a smile which he, obviously, didn’t return. You sat down next to Hobie. You leg bounced up and down nervously as you waited for miguel to begin.

“Calm down darling.” hobie said placing a hand on your knee. Although it had been half a year of being together he still found simple ways to make you blush.

“Alright let’s begin.” miguel yelled out. “As you know we have 2 new recruits. They will be treated with respect and won’t be treated indifferently. Understood?” he said looking at Hobie.

“He touched my hair alright. What i did was in the right. Plus he only fractured his wrist, nothing worse” a hobie explained hand in the air in defense.

Miguel rolled his eyes before beginning again. “Alright please give a warm welcome to Miles Morales and Gwen Stacy.” Everyone watched as they walked in.

Gwen was short and had shaved part of her head. It seemed it had been died with different colors. Miles seemed tall enough with a black and red suit.

You watched as Miles gave a timid wave seeming nervous while Gwen smiled confidently.

“Ok go sit down.” Miguel said in a bored tone. You waved them over to the seats next to you.

They walked over sitting. “Hi i’m y/n and this is my boyfriend Hobie.” you said extending your hand.

They both shook it smiling back. “It’s nice to meet you.” gwen said. You took your focus back to miguel. You grabbed Hobies hand with a smile as you sat next your new friends. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~•“Gwen! Get down from there people are staring!” you scolded as the blonde stepped off the table. “It’s not a joke Gwen you could get hurt.” Gwen and Miles laughed as you and Hobie glared.

“ok mother dearest.” gwen retorted sarcastically.

“I swear they never listen.” you whispered to Hobie. He grabbed your hand squeezing it.

“It’s ok darling. It’s just a phase.” you smiled at that. Quickly it was wiped from your face as you heard a gag.

Miles and Gwen were faking vomiting. “Ok guys real mature.” Hobie said.

“Bye mom. Bye dad.” They said leaving the table.

“Get back here now!” Hobie yelled. You gripped his hand as they walked away. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ • “What were you two even thinking!” you said slamming your hands on the desk. “First you leave this dimension without telling us an then you show up at a fight you were told not to be at by multiple people.” you yelled.

“You could have gotten hurt, or worse killed. So not only would you cause great grief to me and y/n you would also be causing a huge disruption in your dimension!” Hobie yelled.

Gwen scoffed at that. “Would you like to say something?” you snarled.

“This is bullshit! You aren’t are parents so stop acting like it. We are adults who can make are own decisions.” Gwen yelled. “Cmon miles we’re leaving.” They both stood up.

“No i don’t think so! Get the fuck back here!” you yelled but they were already out the door and down the hall. “fuck” you whispered.

Hobie pulled you into a hug kissing your head. Hot tears spilled on your cheeks. “Are we really that bad Hobie?” you whimpered.

“No baby. It’ll take some time before they realize why we’re here. We may not be there real parents but they need someone to take care of them here.” hobie said.

He leaned down attaching your guys lips. “Cmon we have to get to the meeting.” you sighed.

You walked down the hall making it to Miguel’s office. Both you and Hobie stood in. the corner ready to listen.

“There’s a new anomaly!” miguel’s voice echoed through the office. All the spiders went quiet. “For this mission I will need Y/n, Hobie, Gwen, Miles, and Peter. B. That is all. The following people will be debriefed by me. Others please make your way to Lyla for further instruction.”

Your squad walked towards Miguel as he sat atop at his desk. The tension was high as you watched Gwen and Miles move further from you and a hobie.

“There being jackasses. Don’t let them bother you.” Hobie leaned down and whispered. You smiled as Miguel began.

“This new anomaly is one we have seen only few times. The plan is simple. Take it down. We leave right now.” at that Miguel stepped into the portal. Miles and Gwen quickly followed leaving you, Hobie and Peter entering last.

Immediately you saw them already fighting. Quickly running you began to bring civilians to safety. Miguel and Peter could handle the anomaly.

You and Hobie worked together swinging grabbing anyone they could bringing them to safety. Gwen and Miles were doing the same, well you hoped they were.

You noticed a small child in the middle of it all scared. You swung and ducked grabbing him by his waist lifting him into the air. You found a safe place where people could help him.

Running back to the scene you noticed it had quieted down.

“damn that was a quick one.” you commented walking up to Hobie. His eyes were glossed over. “Hey what’s wrong hun.” you looked in his direction to see Peter and Miguel trying to move a bus.

“Hey what’s going on.” you yelled running over. You attached webs attempting to help.

“Gwen. Miles. Bus.” miguel muttered.

“no, no , no!” you yelled. You pulled and pulled Hobie joining. “God damnit you stupid kids!” you’d creamed. With one last pull the bus flew out of the way.

You and Hobie ran towards them pulling rubble off them. “Miles, Geen cmon let’s wake up ok. Your gonna be okay. It all gonna be fine.” Hobie pleaded shaking them. Your eyes blurred as you watched.

“Y/n, Hobie.” Gwen choked out.

“Oh my poor girl!” you cried throwing yourself around her. “Oh Miles!”you yelled embracing him as he sat up. Hobie wrapped his arms around you guys as well.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry i’m a horrible person. All the shit i said. We really do see you as our parents. We need you guys.” Gwen cried.

“shhhh it’s gonna be ok. We are all ok.” Hobie whispered hugging everyone even tighter. ———————————————————————

Authors note

This was so cute to write. Such a fun request hopefully i delivered it well. Should i do any other fandom one shots? ( ex. obx,marvel,etc.)

sincerely,

macsmoods🌊🫧

#across the spiderverse #gwen stacy #hobie brown #miguel o'hara #miles molares #miles morales x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #hobie brown x reader #gwen stacy x reader #hobie brown x you #hobie brown fanfiction #hobie brown fluff

[kcwriter-blog]

Just recently I asked myself an important question. Why do I, a person not usually into angst, continue to romance Solas. It’s not like it’s going to end differently. My Lavellan will always get her heart broken. 

The simple answer? It’s worth it. There is a gentleness in how they treat each other that you don’t find in many real-life relationships much less in a video game. It’s soft, quiet, and tender. It’s what love looks like after years with someone you truly care about.

How can that be? Solas isn’t being honest with her. To Solas’ credit, he realizes that. He takes her to Crestwood to tell her the truth. When he realizes he can’t, he breaks it off. Which in and of itself is an act of love.

What he is honest about is his love for Lavellan. He never denies his feelings. A case in point is the aftermath of the first kiss. It would be so easy for Solas to say that he just got caught up in the moment. He doesn’t. He may say that it’s been a long time and that he thinks a relationship isn’t a good idea, but he never denies that he has feelings for her. Even when he breaks it off, he refuses to lie and say she was a casual dalliance or that he doesn’t love her. 

For her part, Lavellan never pushes Solas. When he asks for time to think, she grants it. “Take all the time you need.” She understands him. He has trust issues. Getting into a relationship with her would be a big step for him. She may not know what made him that way, but she cares enough to let him decide if a relationship is something he truly wants.  She is willing to wait.

This demonstrates a respect for each other and for their budding relationship. They are honest about their feelings. They are willing to take it slow. They talk about it like adults. They go into it knowing there will be risks.

An underrated aspect of the relationship is the conversations where Solas shares his recollections of things he saw in the Fade. Solas isn’t just randomly pulling stories out of his hat. He is telling Lavellan about the things he saw that meant the most to him. He is opening up to her, trusting that she won’t laugh at him or dismiss him. For her part, she actively listens. It’s a quiet kind of loving and, for me, one of the most intimate things you can do in a relationship.

The balcony scene is another place where this plays out. Solas wants to be with Lavellan. He has come up to the balcony to tell her that. He still has reservations. He wants her but he doesn’t want to hurt her. 

Lavellan knows he must be the one to make the choice. Instead of kissing him, she puts her hands behind her back. If he wants this, he will have to kiss her. He balks. She asks him not to go. Many people interpret this as begging. That’s not it. She is telling him, quietly, that if he leaves, she won’t wait any longer. “It would be kinder in the long run but losing you would…” He can’t. He loves her. He decides to take the risk. 

There is also a strong spiritual component to their relationship. Solas isn’t attracted by her physical beauty. He is all about the spirit. To him she is wonderful. Someone wise. Someone who thinks before she acts. He calls her beautiful in Crestwood, but I think he is talking about her soul, not what she looks like. 

There are many other small moments that give us clues as to what their relationship looks like post balcony scene. Solas attempts to comfort her at the Winter Palace by dancing or taking her in his arms. She reassures him that he can trust her. They hold hands in Crestwood. He calls her “my heart” and it’s clear she is precious to him. His voice when he speaks with her in Crestwood is intimate. It’s a vocal tenor we don’t hear anywhere else. He remonstrates with Sera when she jokes about his relationship with Lavellan. 

I find it interesting that even if Lavellan is angry, when Solas finds the broken orb she isn’t fist pumping because he didn’t get what he wanted. She treats him with kindness. 

He goes out of his way to tell her what they had was real – or that she was right to be angry. No matter what happened they acknowledge each other’s feelings. 

Everything paints a picture of an intensely private, intimate, loving relationship. That’s what I love about it and it’s why I keep coming back for more. 

#solas #solavellan #dragon age inquisition #dragon age #dai #solasmance #fen'harel #solas dragon age #solas dread wolf #solas x female lavellan #sometimes its about tenderness

[team7-headquarter]

Team 7 introductions are like:

Naruto: I want to obtain POWER so I can force people to look at me like an actual human being and not a monster, haha! They won't ignore me or isolate me anymore! They're gonna BEG ME and put their lives on my hands and— Oh and ramen. All the ramen. And maybe prove to everyone that they are dumb ass fuck for not believing in me? Yeah, prove them wrong, that's cool! And and and Iruka-sensei is cool! I'm so happy when someone does the bare minimum and respects my life and acknowledges the fact that I'm just a kid and that I'm suffering (one of) the craziest discrimination acts applied by our government Hokage...

Sakura: you know how the first real goal I got like the first thing I wanted for myself after years of being bullied and being nobody and wanting to disappear was the affection of this boy? Well, all these other girls think I don't stand a chance and that they'll get the boy, so I'm gonna win the boy and laugh at their faces. Does it mean that I need validation and affection and attention and love? Not, what are you saying, I have a perfect normal life and parents that are totally involved in my life and I am happy! So happy! I wouldn't know what sadness or loneliness is like! Never! I'm normal and totally nothing to worry about!

Sasuke: you'll find that the things you like in life are meaningless when you carry the trauma of being the sole survivor of a genocide committed by the brother you loved and adored. I want him dead which shouldn't be surprising given that we live in a society ruled by violence, right? I hate a lot of things because I'm painfully aware of how miserable our reality is. Since this is my trauma, no one else has the right to do something about it. They certainly didn't seemto have the balls to go after him, even when they call him criminal, so I'm gonna kill Itachi myself. Obsessed you said? Try enjoying life when you know someone can commit genocide and no one would give a fuck and the government won't do a thing. Try caring for others knowing they can get kill any day and you'll have to look the other way. I dare you to.

Kakashi: *most emotionally neglected adult in the village, abandoned as a kid, saw his father do the right thing and get so socially pressured he ended up commiting suicide and the government didn't give a shit, forced to become a perfect weapon at young age to show off the village strength, forced to become an elite assassin as a kid, people in the village widely making fun of his trauma and acting like he's just weird / peculiar and not on the verge of losing his mind for real, a champ at dissociation and a minute more away taking roots in front of the graves of his mistakes because he spent way too much time there in self-punishment, basically the most miserable jounin in the whole village*

Kakashi: hm, I won't let you get to know me or get close to me because everything I touch dies and I don't want to get attachments because you're soldiers and you might die and it doesn't matter that I have history with two of your families and that you all remind every single minute of the boy I watched die and the girl that I killed and the boy used to be. You will never know any of that. I am a whole man with a whole life that you'll never know because I am just your superior here and you must obey me in our missions. I'm definitely not hiding the fact that the village just failed me and set me up to be the one who failed you all in case you get killed or lose your shit once and for all.

#naruto #team 7 #og team 7 #team kakashi #kakashi hatake #naruto uzumaki #sasuke uchiha #sakura haruno #naruto classic #og naruto

[pandoramyst]

what wasn’t there before II ✩ Jake sully

contents. 18+ g!reader, dbf!jake, cute names, fluff, adult behavior, age gap

summary. Jake was your father’s best friend but to him, he was like his brother. When you entered puberty, you started to feel foreign feelings about him that certainly, you shouldn’t have been having. When you got a bit older, you grew closer to him and you noticed that he acted the same way toward you.

notes. the love yall give me makes me wanna tear up fr :( also its not edited so sorry for typos and mistakes :/

The last couple of weeks were a rush of adrenaline. The sneaky touching and pecking when your father had his back turned was thrilling but it only pushed you to do it more. Jake had shown you depths of Pandora you never even knew existed and it made you more grateful for his presence in your life.

Not one day went by without him sneaking into your room when he visited to shower you with love. He would do anything just to see your face, even if it was just for a moment. You two grew closer than you had thought was right. Despite the good moments, the doubt you felt never escaped you. Your relationship was obviously dangerous considering Jake was much older than you. However, at his maturity was when your doubt halted. He respected every boundary you had vocally expressed to him and moved completely at your pace.

You wouldn't be shy in saying that your boundaries were certainly strict. But that only lasted until today. Your dad was still asleep as the sun still hurried to rise when you heard the main curtains of your hub shuffle. You were still in bed, appreciating the warm sun on your cheek. The sun shined from the big opening above your bed that worked as a window.

Your head turned when you saw Jake’s big figure walk through the curtains. He removed his bandolier, letting the arrows fall on the floor. His hair was still down from the night before when you used some of your mother’s oil on his hair as hair therapy.

He smiled at you and fell right on top of your body, his arms slowly lowering his torso on top of yours. “Morning, soldier” you chuckled and pressed your lips on his head, giving him tiny kisses.

“you look like an angel in the morning,” he lifted his head up, staring at your face which had started to become red. You pressed his head back into your neck, smelling his coconut-scented hair. This was typical of you two. He would welcome you in the morning in bed, typically before your father woke up, and you would lay there with him, brushing your fingers through his hair.

“What are we doing today?” He asked, his voice muffled.

“My dad will force me to go to the blue petal festival. It’s an annual tradition for us. He wants to take my mom out so he said he needs to get rid of me somehow,” Jake’s body shook as he laughed at your sarcasm.

“Well, lucky you. You’re gonna get more Jake time,” He looked at you and scrunched his nose with a smile. You squished his cheeks together and pouted at his cuteness. “Wanna come with me?”

He raised his eyebrows, “To the festival?”

“Yes dummy,” You said flicking his forehead.

“Are you sure? It isn’t really my setting?”

“Oh wow, is that your excuse for not wanting to hang out with me?” You rolled your eyes at him playfully and pushed him off of you.

“How dare you,” He gasped and tried to reach out for you as you walked towards your wooden wardrobe. You opened the doors and pulled out a white sleeveless tank top with a long blue loincloth to match it.

You placed it in front of your body and smirked at him, “You like it?” His elbow rested on the bed and he stared at you with half-closed eyes, lip between his teeth. “Come here and let me show you how much I like it,” You dropped the outfit on the floor and slowly walked towards him. 

He reached out a hand to you and when you grabbed it, he pulled you down on top of him. His arm was secured on your waist as he kissed your face. His lips inched closer to your lips but he avoided them, showing you once again how committed he was to respect you.

You placed each of your arms next to his head on the bed, and you lowered your face to his. His eyes went to your lips and then looked up into your own. “Want me to come to the fest, baby?” he whispered a breathy “hm”.

You breathed on his lips, closing your eyes as you synched your breathing. His hands went down to your lower back, caressing it with his thumbs. You could sense he felt uncertain about whether to make the first move or not so you just initiated it. 

“Please, come..” your voice became deeper

You pressed your lips on him, savoring the moment. He moved his lips with yours, slowly and deeply. His hands went on your bum, rubbing it up and down as he found new confidence in being bold with you. His fingers hooked around your shorts, pulling them down to reveal the floral print underwear that he had gifted you.

Underneath, you were clearly wet, the dark, wet patch on your undies making it apparent. Your underwear was creating friction as it was rubbing against his thigh. “you're wet, pretty girl?”

“Jake..” his name rolled off your tongue and with a whiney voice you begged him. He kissed your lips sweetly, sucking them with his so that he can pull you more towards him. When he backed off, he used his finger to pull up a hair strand that had fallen on your nose.

“Your dad should be awake now, don’t want him to catch us, do we bun?” Jake raised his eyebrows and your face relaxed. But it wasn't the calm kind of relaxed. It was the face you made when you were pissed. Your eyebrows and eyes were relaxed and your lips were slightly pushed forward. Jake had spent many days with you to know what you looked like when pissed.

You pushed yourself up from the bed and looked down at him, before walking towards the curtain that separated your bedroom from the kitchen.

“Oh, bunny” he rubbed his nose with his fingers and his head fell back on the bed. Despite you not wanting to admit it, he was right. Your father was in the kitchen, cooking breakfast. His back was turned to you. Jake had already made it out the window in your room and to the front curtain of the hub.

“Your late, partner” Jake had walked through the opening, holding the curtain above his head. Your dad walked towards him, giving him his hand to do their typical handshake. You walked out to the balcony and saw your mother sitting on the swinging wooden bench, a mug in her hand.

“Mama,” you sat next to her and she placed her hand in your hair, pushing it out of the way. “Haven't seen you in a while, my sun” your mother had been stuck in bed as she was carrying your baby brother in her belly. This pregnancy was far more tiring than the last one and you had witnessed it. Helping her stand up from low platforms and making sure when she wakes up at night to empty her bladder, that she is safe.

“How do you feel?”

“Ready to see this fussy boy already,” she said while rubbing her belly. You chuckled and watched her proudly stare at the bump as if your brother was physically here with you.

“Shouldn't you be getting ready for the festival?” she raised her eyebrows

You groaned, “Mama, I don't wanna gooo. It's so boring” She held her belly and laughed at your whining. “Come on, it's not so bad. Get your butt up and go get ready, I'm sure Neïtan will be waiting for you,” she nudged your shoulder.

Neïtan and you had a bit of a difficult relationship to describe. He wasn’t exactly your friend, more so your friend’s friend but regardless he always hung around you. Occasionally, when you were hanging out he would shoot you glances and winks, making it obvious that he was into you.

#jake sully #avatar #jake sully x reader #atwow #atwow neteyam #atwow x you #atwow x reader #fanfic #avatar loak #avatar neteyam #avatar smut #avatar the way of water #jake sully age gap #jake sully x y/n

[natjac]

My entire life I’ve been forgotten. Being the closeted gay kid with only girl friends I didn’t get to go to the sleep overs and wasn’t invited to the parties cuz I was the quiet kid in the back. I had interests no one cared about when I talked to them or they would call me obsessed.

Adult life got easier. I made good friends but was still always felt like the plus one. Spending nights in country bars and other places where my friends met guys and I was their support cheering them on and protecting them but always alone after.

Guys treated me like shit when I would talk to them. Disrespectful, ghosting and putting me down to make themselves feel better.

Then I met you, and you did none of that. You listened to me, even with things you knew nothing about like when you saw my best friends had Pokémon types assigned to them in my phone and you went through all the types to pick yours out even though you knew nothing about Pokémon cuz of your religious parents.

Remember the map I made of all the meaningful places we had been to as a valentines present and I used all those bitmojis cuz that show you met me (you said my bitmoji on Snapchat was cute). Remember the home theatre we made at your apartment? Or when it snowed on campus and how pretty it was. Remember when we got our rescue do Brie?

Fixing my moms place after the contractors stole from her. Going to Del Rio and meeting your family. Your dad and mom both inviting me into their house to celebrate Christmas with them. Taking a secret Vegas vacation my sister and best friend payed for just so they could meet you. Remember when I would drive to Houston in summer with no ac just to have lunch with you during your internship? Remember all the amazing “alone” times we had? The things I could do that no one else could.

And so many more wonderful memories and moments.

You showed me love, affection, attention, and made me feel attractive for once in my life. You did so much good for me. You became my best friend and my boyfriend. And yea you messed up. A lot.

You cheated and I forgave you each time. I’d ask why and you wouldn’t give me anything but “i don’t know.” But those were a drop in the bucket compared to the good times. The laughs, the love.

I helped you through your mental illness, took you into the hospital and talked to your family when they thought I was just your roommate. Four times I did that. Never held it over your head but only wanted to help you. I moved from everyone I knew to be with you in North Carolina, to support and love you when you got into Duke. You said you wouldn’t get in but I knew you would. I never doubted.

At my sisters wedding you told my best friend you wanted to marry me. 5.5 years on my life all of the unfaltering love, dedication and sacrifice. All of it would have been more than worth it for a life time with you. That’s all I ever wanted.

A month later you told me you had cheated and didn’t think you could stop. You said it was something you needed to work on, on your own. With out me or anyone else. So we planned to break up. Maybe get back together after you grew. But we agreed I shouldn’t be in that pain anymore.

Then you got into a new relationship in less than 2 months. With a mutual friend that I was wary of your friendship with. And you spin the same story again. “I didn’t mean for it to happen. I don’t think the flirting and us texting till 4 am led to us getting together. You are just trying to make things fit in your narrative.” Even though you are supposed to be working on these issues on your own. That’s why we broke up right?

And after you guys got together and we were still trying to help me deal with the breakup the compassion and apologies changed to mean spirited comments and frustration. To the point of our friendship and all mutual friends with us had to be cut out. I lost all of them. Because you did wrong.

The worst part of this all though. You act like the last 5.5 years didn’t exist. You have no respect or compassion for what I did.

Because if you did I would get genuine apologies and answers for what you did. I wouldn’t have been forgotten about when you and your new boyfriend talked to our friends to make sure that they were ok with it and you hid it from me. You two apologized to them but not me. Neither of you are accepting or acknowledging that the flirting and shit led up to this. Or the lies you’ve told. Or possibly worse how you cared about others feelings but forgot about me.

And that’s my fault for believing that some measure of love you had for me would carry over. Or our friend and you to respect me and apologize for the months of flirting and pain you two caused me afterwards with the lies and backstabbing.

You will never understand what you did to me. To bring someone to such happiness and then utterly destroy them. To the point that I sit and wonder which parts of our relationship were real and which were fake.

I don’t know if I’ll ever stop caring and loving you. You became my best friend, and I lost both that and my boyfriend at once. And the loss of respect and care on your end… nothing I could have done would have prepared me for that.

Now I sit here every day, trying to move on. Trying to find a reason to keep going. With thoughts of ending my life bombarding me because if someone that I cared for and loved that much can so easily forget about me and erase me from his life like I was nothing. What am I doing here.

Anyway I’m going to therapy starting this week. I think it may help. I hope it does and I hope I find someone who will accept every good and bad part of me and will embrace them.

I don’t wish you ill will despite all of this. I want you to be happy and healthy.

But I know you will be haunted by us. Even if you act like you aren’t. Haunted by memories of what you threw away. For who you threw away. For the pain that you caused me.

And I hope I forget you. Because you have now tainted all the good times. I never thought that I would feel this way towards you. I know I never will forget you. But if there was an option to I would take it now.

Our relationship was to date my proudest accomplishment. But you are my greatest disappointment.

#boyfriends #gay #breakup #heartbroken #sorry for being depressing #trying to move on #lgtbqia+

[power-handmaiden]

what I want to (re?)gain from reading all these tinglers.

Long ass personal ramble below because this is my blog where I ramble about things now

I used to draw all the time and even longer ago I used to write and at some point I just stopped because I got hung up on whether I was "good" at these things things or whether it was a waste of my time creating such "trivial" things rather than art with "meaning" or maybe of I should be spending my time on more "useful" skills. Why write if you're just going to write gay fanfiction? But when I tried more "serious" things to "develop my skills" and also do things like proofread and edit, it just wasn't fun anymore and the hobby was dropped. Drawing lasted longer and I never dropped it so completely but I think smartphones put a damper on it. Once we all got little Google machines in our pockets I was never just out somewhere doodling freely, there was always the option to look up a reference, to draw the thing Correctly, and then time would pass where I was trying to find a picture of a ram's horns at just the right angle, and my number at the DMV would be called or whatever else I was waiting for would demand my attention and I would never even set my pencil to paper in these moments when I used to doodle.

I also felt like I could never express sexual ideas as much as I wanted to because of the "quality" of my work. Making "bad" art was one thing, everyone in the learning process does that, but sharing "bad" sexual art? Well, everyone on the internet forums I frequented was *justified* in reposting their art to mock them and linking to their online galleries for passersby to point and laugh personally, I thought at the time. How dare they be horny and express it in an appropriate adults-only space without mastering their craft first!

There's a lot holding me back. I deeply miss drawing and writing. I miss how freely I used to be able to just do them without the mental block telling me I need to run certain steps for Quality when I never did intend to do these creative things as a profession or anything?

Why is it so easy to sit down and "waste time" playing a video game or scrolling the internet, but so hard to spend the same amount of time drawing something for fun?

here's where Chuck Tingle comes in. He is someone who just DOES IT. This is the writing of someone who is not overthinking the process like I am when I become too paralyzed to create. And, I cannot stress this enough. IT'S SO GOOD. I LOVE IT SO MUCH. So much fun, joyful art has come from a process that I had convinced myself was something to be reined in and feared. The free act of creation that I'd convinced myself was nothing if I didn't learn to refine it into something "respectable". Ideas that would definitely not have passed a committee vote but make the process of reading all these stories one after another so exciting.

Even when I hit the occasional one like today that doesn't hit well anymore, it's evidence of someone who was creating from the heart, in the moment. Weirdly, they make me feel that yearning even stronger, with the knowledge that I know I'll love future stories.

I still haven't gotten there yet but I hope the love I find in these stories eventually breaks down the mental walls I've built and makes me feel free again to DRAW SOME GODDAMN LESBIAN FURRIES.

#personal

[lunathebee]

THE MOON BOYS WITH A ADHD S/O

A/n: I have no words to justify myself; I did not avoid this request, nor did I disrespect the anon who requested it. This is just the war between me and my really bad memory problem (and stacks of endless work). Thank god, my brain just randomly decided to remember this.

Warning: Like the title said, not everyone can relate to this HC, and if so, please don't throw hate or say "Steven would never do that" or "I think Marc hates it," etc. Please, my masterlist has plenty of HC for everyone; leave this one for the people who really need it, aye?

🍓 Steven Grant 🍓

There wouldn't be much of a problem, I think.

If you told him you have ADHD, Steven would be a bit surprised—not because you had it, but because it is something new to him.

Man spent hours reading books and conducting research to learn more about you.

And I swear at some point, he would find himself mumbling symptoms with wide eyes.

"...zoned out or some would talk really fast—wait, I do that."

I don't know why, but I always feel connected to Steven in a different way, like the way he acts isn't just for quirky scenes or to make the audience laugh.

I truly (with my whole heart and deepest respect) believe Steven is somewhere on the same side as you (not ADHD, but the chance of him having another condition that affects him is high).

So yeah, I think you guys would share some similar moments together.

Steven would help you with many things and is always so kind and nice.

He takes a special interest in your fidget toys, so he hopes you don't mind that.

🍓 Marc Spector 🍓

"What is that?"

You have to explain it to him.

"Oh...Oh...Okay...Um Uh huh"

So serious and focused, Marc loves you, so if there is something about you that he doesn't know yet, he will try his best to understand.

I don't think he would be bothered by it that much.

Always keep an eye out just in case you guys are in public and someone looks at you "weird."

He's one of those grandparents who says, "You used to LOVE this thing because you told me that when you were 5, so I bought you 2000 stuff of it even though you're now an adult."

Marc might be a bit confused, but he's got the spirit!

Your shirt doesn't feel "right?" Maybe a jacket would be better?

You're feeling overwhelmed by your homework?That's okay, let's take a break.

Overall, I would say Marc really tries his best to make everything around you guys more comfortable for you.

Marc = best lover <3

🍓 Jake Lockley 🍓

I won't lie to you; this is just my brutally honest opinion on Jake.

At first, he would get bothered by it and might even be annoyed on some days.

Jake doesn't understand why and how on earth you can't make a decision on picking anything, or how you always say you're going to do this thing and then completely forget about it 15 minutes later.

But he has more important things to deal with, so he doesn't show that he's bothered by them.

"Bae! Why don't you throw the empty toothpaste away?" Jake asked one night

"I'm so sorry, I keep forgetting about that. Sorry, babe, I'm sorry."

Jake decided to let it go; it was just toothpaste, right? What is the big deal?

And then later on, he noticed you lingering in the bathroom a bit longer, how you always touch the toothpaste to make sure it's not empty, and how you also DOUBLE check that.

Everything turns into a big mess when Jake sees you having a breakdown from your trip to the supermarket.

When you tell him you went there to buy toothpaste but forgot, and when you DID remember, you can't remember if the tube is empty or full despite checking almost every day, his heart breaks.

Jake would hold you and comfort you, feeling guilty that he was the one causing you so much distress.

After that, he will have a totally different view of you and your chronic condition.

Jake will just silently do his job if he ever sees you forgetting something or leaving something randomly on the kitchen table.

He listens to you talk about 50 hobbies and plenty more.

Jake learns how to adapt just fine; your condition doesn't define you; you're his lover, not a burden.

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[nichowrld]

TALK TOO MUCH — K

pairing — k x fem reader

genre — fluff, crack, frenemies to lovers

word count — 767 words.

request -> “something frenemies to lovers with k with one of my favourite clichés "mom and dad are fighting". I can definitely see one of the younger ones saying this rendering both reader and k speechless hehe” for anon <3

you and k were frenemies. there was no doubt in that.

well, you weren’t exactly enemies, you could have a conversation with him without arguing a couple of times, but most of the time you two would have a disagreement on the most random things you could possibly argue about.

“k do you even know the amount of salt your suppose to put in that?”

“yeah i do, because unlike you i know how to cook.”

“you fucki-“ “do they always argue like this?” yuma asked nicholas, who was on his phone. “yeah, it never ends when it comes to them so you’ll have to get used to it.” nicholas responded.

since then, nobody really questioned whatever you had going on with k. though, everybody thought you two would be a cute old married couple couple, especially the younger members.

you had gone out with k & the younger members to eat, you loved hanging out with them, the only thing that was stopping you from having fun was k’s dumb remarks that he totally didn’t make up on the spot.

“ahh im so full! i can’t eat anymore.” maki dramatically said as taki dropped his chopsticks on his plate. “can i take a box of this home with us? it’s too good!” taki said. k nodded.

“im gonna go to the bathroom really quick!” harua said as he got up and walked to the bathroom. you guys spoke before the waiter came towards your table, “are you guys ready to pay?” the waiter asked as you and k nodded, pulling out your wallets.

“why did you take your wallet out?” “because i’m gonna pay? what else would i take my wallet out for?” “im paying.” “no your not.” “yes i am.” “just let me pay.” “yn shut up i’m paying.” “no your not.”

taki and maki looked at each other and the waiter as the table was filled with bickering between you and k. taki grabbed his wallet and took out his card, silently giving it to the waiter, who looked scared out of his mind.

“just go.” taki mouthed to the waiter as he walked away, harua came back from the bathroom, confused on why you and k were arguing.. again..

you and k finally stopped bickering, looking at taki and maki, who had the most disappointed looks plastered on their faces. harua didn’t know what was going on, so he just sat there confused. “where did the waiter go?”

“here you guys go! have a fantastic day?” the waiter quickly said, giving taki his card back and walking away. you and k were shocked to say the least. “taki did you—“ “yes i did! because two very grown adults wouldn’t stop arguing over who’s paying!” taki sarcastically said as maki stifled a laugh.

“oh.” you said, slowly putting your card back in your wallet. k scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment. “at this point you guys are my parents.” maki jokingly said as harua agreed, “not even- they are like a old married couple.” harua said as maki and taki laughed.

your face had been hot as k put his head down in embarrassment. how could you and k, two grown adults start acting like children and then get humbled by taki?

eventually you all had left that restaurant (that you will probably never return back to) as the younger ones returned to their respective rooms, you were about to leave before k stopped you. “yn.” “yeah?” “you talk too much.” you rolled your eyes at that comment.

“shut up k.” “im just messing with you yn, you do understand that.. i never hated you, right?” k asked you, his hands in his windbreaker’s pockets. “i mean yeah.. i never hated you either k, you just started taunting me so i did it back to you.” you responded.

“i guess that’s my fault, to be honest i don’t want to be like this forever, i genuinely want to get to be close with you without arguing all the time.” k admitted. you looked at him, trying to see if he was lying, but there was no lying coming from his aura, he genuinely meant what he said.

“same.” you two were in complete silence for a couple of seconds before k spoke up. “how about this- i’ll take you out and we can start growing together, you know?” you choked on your saliva.

“like a date?“ “if you wanna call it that, then yeah, like a date.”

who would’ve known you’d start going out with the same guy you’d argue with about everything.

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[flannel-cladpika]

Where - Oikawa Toru x GN! Reader

A/N: This is a part of my new series “The Big Questions”. As a side note, they are all stand-alone fics, not related to each other, just connected through the idea of them each being based off of the prompts “Who, What, Where, When, Why, and How”

TW: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Slight swearing

The convenience store 2 blocks from your house had always been a special place to you. Especially since that was where you’d always meet your best friend.

Who was also your biggest annoyance.

You’d known Oikawa Toru since the two of you were in elementary. Your mom and his were friends with each other and both your older sisters became best friends when they were little. 

Which meant that your families hung out together a lot, whether it was your sister babysitting you two so Oikawa’s sister could come over too, or visa verse, it resulted in you two coming into contact a lot. 

Eventually, the two of you got older and would get tired of the older siblings and adults, and would wonder off. In the beginning, you two were only allowed out a half-block past the house. But as you both grew, that distance got wider, until eventually, in your 2nd year of middle school, you were allowed as far as the convenience store.

You two would hang out there all the time. It was where you would get every celebratory ice-cream after Oikawa’s victories, and where you would go whenever you needed a cheap bowl of ramen after failing a test.

The store employees all knew you and Oikawa by name, and would ask where the other was if only one of you came in.

It was your store. Yours and his. It would always be that way.

-

“I said one ice-cream, not ten!” you exclaimed, seeing the setter with his arms full of assorted frozen desserts.

“But I couldn’t choose! I’ll share some with you if you like!” he said, trying his best to sound like a little kid.

You shook your head. “Nope. I will get you...” 

You stop to grab a random treat from his arms, 

“This one. There, I made the decision for you, now put the rest back.” 

The brunette pouted again, but you were having none of it.

“No. That’s not working on me, ToTo.” you stated firmly.

“Hey! Don’t call me that!”

“Then stop acting like a child and put the rest of that back before it melts and I have to pay for all of it!” you shot back.

Begrudgingly, the teen put back all the sweets he’d procured, walking back to you with a huff.

“You could’ve at least gotten 2 or 3 of them...” he muttered, just loud enough for you to hear.

“Hell no. If I let you eat that many sweets before a game, Iwa will have my head.” you stated, shivering at the thought of gaining Iwaizumi’s ire.

Iwaizumi Hajime had become your friend soon after you met him. He was able to put up with Toru’s bullshit and help keep him in line, and you respected the hell out of him for it. Was he sometimes a bit too harsh? Sure, but Oikawa kind of deserved it, seeing as he could be a real ass when he wanted to be.

The brunette beside you seemed to get a chill up his spine at the thought of Iwa getting upset with him.

“Nevermind! One is plenty!” the tall male stated, having changed his tune after being remind of his teammate’s temper.

“Good.” you said, glad to have him on the same page.

After getting your drink and Oikawa’s ice-cream, you made your way to school. Toru had a match the next day against Karasuno, and it was a big one.

“I am going to destroy that stupid little prodigy and his shrimp.” Oikawa seethed, suddenly looking serious.

“Him and that dumb little shorty are not getting in my way. I’m going to win against Ushiwaka, if it’s the last thing I do.” 

You snorted, breaking Toru out of his focus.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, offended by your laughter.

“It’s just you. I’m not used to seeing you so serious off the court. It’s a bit funny, especially when you’re holding a strawberry ice-cream in your hands while giving a death glare to the sidewalk.” you chuckled.

“I can be serious!” Oikawa shouted, sounding like a petulant child.

You laughed again. “Yeah, and pigs have wings.”

Toru huffed, turning and walking away from you like the drama queen he was.

He would never admit it, but Toru liked how you never gave into his shit. You never fell for his tricks or charms, and it was refreshing. He could be himself with you. You and Iwaizumi were the only people he didn’t have to worry about letting down or disappointing. Sure, he loved the praise and the limelight, but the rest of the world just liked his face, skill, and fell for his charisma (though he couldn’t blame them).

Which was why he loved going to the convenience store with you, occasionally having Iwa tag along. It was like a second home. The shelves of snacks that you and he had tried all of; the smell of freshly made food for the hot case; even the chill that always came from the freezer section, it was all so familiar and comfortable. He knew he could always rely on lifting his spirits there, especially if you were beside him.

That was...until he lost to Karasuno and lost his chance to go up against Shiratorizawa.

You were there for the game with your big sister who was in town. You’d seen the whole thing. 

Your first instinct had been to rush to Toru and Hajime and hug them as tight as you could until the tears came down... but you held back.

You knew that trying to console them now would be hard. Oikawa hadn’t seen you there, and you had planned to surprise him and Iwa after they won, like saying ‘I say the whole thing! You guys were amazing!’

But you knew if they found out that, on top of losing, you were also there and saw the whole game, it would likely just hurt their prides.

So, you stayed back, waiting until they were out of the double doors of the gymnasium. Slowly, you and your sister made your way back to her car. You caught a glimpse of the Aoba Josei team, but quickly pulled your sibling further into the crowd before any of the team could spot you.

You went home that night, tired and teary eyed as you laid on your bed. 

You knew how much Toru and Iwa had practiced and worked for the chance to play against Ushiwaka again, and how much beating Karasuno meant to them, especially Oikawa. You were heartbroken for them.

Knock Knock Knock

That was weird. Who would be visiting your house at this hour? Your parents were out on a date night and your sister was staying at a hotel. 

You grabbed a heavy flashlight and your phone before carefully walking down the stairs to the front door.

Knock Knock

There came the same sound again. You slowly peeked outside the door only to see...

“Hey.”

It was Toru. 

He looked awful

He was dressed in black jogging pants, a plain white t-shirt with a blue hoodie jacket, and his favorite pair of adidas sandals. His eyes were a bit red and puffy, as was his nose.

“Hey, you don’t look great. You wanna come in?” you asked hesitantly, knowing he was still upset about the match but not wanting to let on that you knew, but also not wanting to remind him of it by making him say why he was upset.

“Actually, you mind walking with me to the store? It’s kind of late and I don’t want to get stabbed.” Oikawa says, letting out a half-hearted laugh and a forced smile. He was trying to hide the pain.

You gave a half-smile in return. 

“Sure.”

You quickly wrote a note for your parents about where you were going, and walked outside, sliding the front door closed.

After a few minutes of unusually awkward silence, you finally speak up just as the convenience store comes into view.

"So... did you wanna talk or someth-”

“I saw you.” the brunette says. There’s no doubt or hesitance. It’s not a question, it’s a stating of a fact. 

“What do you mean?” you ask, trying to play dumb.

“I saw you dragging your sister through the crowd after the match. I’d know you both anywhere.” he stated.

You sighed, knowing that the jig was up.

“How much of the game did you see?” he asked, not looking at you.

“All of it.” you say plainly. There was no point trying to deny it.

By the time the words leave your mouth, you both are at the entrance. Oikawa opens the door for you silently, which you step through and quietly thank him.

“So you saw everything?” he asked once inside and after nodding at the lone employee behind the counter who had looked up only to see you two and wave kindly before returning to their book.

“Yeah. I did.” you reply.

Oikawa then makes his way to the back of the store, over to his favourite corner which held his precious milk bread and was close to the freezer section filled with ice-cream.

You eye Toru as he remains quiet. His uncharacteristic sullenness being so foreign to you.

Without a sound, you come from behind and hug him.

You feel him freeze before his muscles relax and he turns around bend down and hug you properly.

You feel small drops of liquid soak into the fabric of your clothed shoulder, but don’t say anything. You just keep holding tightly to the boy before you. Eventually, his body gave in, and you both slowly descended to the floor, still embracing the other.

You hear his almost inaudible whimpers and you begin to pat his head gently, whispering words of encouragement.

“It’s ok. You did everything you could. You gave it everything you had. You did so well out there.” you said softly, hoping that you could bring the brown-eyed male some comfort.

It took a few minutes for the boy’s quiet sobs to die down. When they did, he pulled away, only to nuzzle back into your embrace as he re-encircled your form in his arms.

“You mind if we just stay here?” he asked, though it sounded more like a plea.

You chuckled a bit. “As in on the floor of the convenience store?”

Toru nodded. “Just for a bit longer. I like it here.” he stated in a gentle tone.

You smiled softly as you held him closer. “Me too.”

-THE END-

A/N: I was working on this on and off for a few months, and I swear, this gave me so much trouble at first, and now I’m finishing it, even though I have work first thing in the morning!! Anyway, hope you enjoyed and thank you for reading this!

#oikawa x reader #Toru Oikawa #oikawa toru #haikyu x reader #haikyuu oikawa #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #hq oikawa #oikawa toru x reader #x reader #hq x reader #toru oikawa x reader #haikyu #haikyuu #oikawa torū #hq #haikyu!! #gender neutral reader #gn!reader #gn reader

[criesinmultifandommess]

A Dragon's Greatest Treasure

sorry for disappearing! i got caught up in schoolwork and yeah :D i started writing this quite a while ago, maybe a couple months back? idk but the second paragraph was going to be followed by an in-depth description of all the parents seeing their kids start acting up, but im too sad about the current arc CUCURUCHO GIVE THE KIDS BACK YOU MONSTER!!!! anyway enjoy :)

There was no warning for what would happen. There was no announcement from the Federation, no appearance from the Binary Code or Cucurucho. It was just a normal day for the residents of Quesadilla Island. Until everyone’s kids started acting…strangely.

No one was prepared for dragon puberty.

In the group chat between all the parents, Cellbit messages them all to come to the adoption center, mentioning that he has information about the sudden changes to their children. A few moments later, the center is flooded with people. Everyone immediately begins crowding around Cellbit, concerned and anxious. 

“Quiet, please, everyone! Silêncio, por favor.” The Brazilian begins shouting over the commotion. As the residents begin to settle, Cellbit finally begins speaking. “Okay, thank you. I know that all of our kids have started doing some weird stuff lately. Mostre a eles, Richas.”

On cue, Richarlyson jumps and hovers in mid-air for several seconds. 

“Yeah! He accidentally jumped into a hole near the Copacabana, but he did not fall down right away.” Forever comments, Richarlyson nodding along.

“Really? Pomme hasn’t done that, but she has—”

Baghera is cut off when purple sparks begin appearing around Pomme, before she vanishes into thin air. Everyone but the French residents begin panicking, beginning to look around for the missing girl. She pops back into view a few feet away from where she disappeared, violet sparkles eventually fading away.

“She disappears like that.” Baghera lets out a tired sigh. “The first time it happened, we looked around for a few minutes, but she appeared right back where she disappeared.”

“When Baghera messaged us saying that she disappeared, I thought it was the Federation or the Code attacking.” Etoiles shakes his head, frowning. “I would have showed them my Code Breaker sword.”

“Oh, well, nothing that exciting has happened to Ramón. He’s just been really hyper, which isn’t like him at all. There he goes.”

Right as Fit finishes speaking, his son begins twitching and starts racing around the room with incredible speed. Eventually, everyone stops watching him once it becomes apparent he’s not going to stop for a while.

“Chayanne can apparently breathe fire now,” Phil laughs and gestures at his kid. In response, Chayanne lets out a little burst of flame, not enough to harm anyone, but it does cause those around him to jump away in surprise.

“Wait, that’s so cool! Leo, can you do that?” They shake their head, and Foolish’s shoulders drop slightly. “Oh, that’s fine. Well, Leo does this.”

Foolish pulls out a piece of gold from his backpack, but instead of just Leo, all of the kids lunge for the nugget immediately. The parents pull their respective child back, but not before the young dragons begin hissing and clawing at each other. 

“Oh my gosh, Dapper, stop it! He started hissing at me too!” Bad says while wrangling with his son. Once they’re all under control, he turns to Cellbit. “So, they all do some things, but some of the kids have special quirks? What’s going on?”

“Pare, Richas! Okay. I was looking around for some kind of explanation, and when I came here, I found this book called ‘The Early Stages of a Dragon’. I will read it.” Cellbit clears his throat. 

“During the early stages of a newly hatched dragon, they do not exhibit any traits of an adult dragon. However, when they reach the age of one, they begin to showcase these traits during a period called the first growth period. These traits include fire breathing, beginning to fly, small instances of dragon magic, bursts of random energy, a tendency to hoard valuables, and becoming physical through biting, scratching, and hissing. Young dragons will experience a week of showcasing these traits, before eventually regaining control and calming down.”

With that, Cellbit closes the book. “That’s it. There’s two other growth periods, but it says it won’t happen for a while, so we should be fine.”

“Does this mean all the eggs are going to start disappearing?”

“And breathing fire?” 

The adults start muttering worriedly, and Cellbit raises a hand to quiet everyone again. “They may, or they may not. But we should all be safe and start carrying around water buckets.”

“And maybe don’t take out shiny things.” Bad turns to Foolish and sighs. “You’re going to have to start covering yourself up, Foolish, I’m sorry.”

“What? That’s crazy.”

Slowly, the tension in the room fades away as they all start cracking jokes. Some break off into groups, but never stray too far to keep an eye on the kids. The children play with each other, parents making sure to keep their kids’ aggression levels low and stepping in if one starts growling. It’s a peaceful kind of chaos. Life on the island may never be the same again, but at least they have each other.

Right?

#qsmp #qsmp eggs #qsmp drabble #qsmp cellbit #qsmp kids #dragon puberty #i couldnt fit tallulah in sorry tallulah enjoyers #shes sleeping idk #i have so many more fics boiling in my drafts y'all #but will they see the light of day? probably not teehee #i would say expect more but i would just be lying #i love being a writer :)

[darklydeliciousdesires]

The Dream - Chapter Twenty.

I’ll be honest, I was in two minds whether to post this after yesterday, but I realised that not doing so would be ultimately punishing people who don’t deserve to be, people who have always been so nice and kind, all because one person wasn’t. I feel a bit sad and dejected today, even though I understand that I need to improve and do accept that. I have a kind offer of help from someone close to me, which I’m going to accept with anything new I write. 

Until then, I’ll keep posting this as normal because I’ve finished it in the writing now, and I don’t want to mess with it too much and compromise what I’ve built, whether that’s authentic characterisation or not. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

Previous chapters - Prologue  One  Two  Three  Four  Five  Six  Seven  Eight  Nine  Ten  Eleven  Twelve  Thirteen  Fourteen  Fifteen  Sixteen  Seventeen  Eighteen  Nineteen

Tag list - In the comments, please DM to be added/removed (note: those not engaging will be automatically removed from the tag list, FYI)

Words - 2,823

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

“Look, Aaron. I ain’t gonna expect us to be instant best friends or whatever, and I don’t expect you to instantly change your opinion on me, but I just wanna settle something for you. Who I am and what I do, they’re not the same. The MC, while it’s a big part of me, it ain’t all of me, you get me? Your friend out there, she’s gonna become a big part of me, too, and imma treat her right. Fuck, I haven’t always been the best guy in that respect in the past, but it’s different with her.”

Aaron didn’t look away once as Angel explained himself, the latter seeing at last what Keri had always mentioned she loved about her friend, how engaging he was when someone was talking to him. “Hey, we’re good, alright? I think I had my head shoved up my ass a little, not to see the plain simplicity you’ve just pretty succinctly explained there. I mean, I still have my reservations, but at the end of the day, it’s Keri’s choice to be with you. I think I’m just naturally being more protective as any guy friend is with his girls, who has witnessed this one in particular get involved with a couple who’ve been fucking walking disasters, too.”

From the few conversations they’d had about exes, Angel did get that distinct impression. Her last significant relationship, which had been with a guy name Christian had ended badly, Keri at least glad that when he’d finished with her, he’d been honest about the fact that he’d found a connection with someone else he wanted to pursue prior to actually acting upon it. What had angered her was that the connection had been to Faye, her former friend. It was something she didn’t mention often, and he understood why she didn’t.

In the months that had followed, any other guy she’d dated had turned out to be, as Aaron correctly stated, a walking disaster. Angel got it, his need to be protective. On paper, he was another walking disaster, if his past with women was taken into consideration. He hadn’t really shown the maturity or the inclination to be part of a committed, adult relationship prior to when he’d got together with Lucy, his most recent ex-girlfriend. She’d made him better, though, and he would continue being better now he was very much with Keri.

“Yeah.” Angel raised his eyebrows, swigging his beer. “She told me about a couple of those guys. I ain’t them. Might have been, once upon a time, but I’m thirty-six, man. Gotta grow up at some point.”  

Aaron nodded, pushing his glasses back up his nose. “I appreciate your honesty, I really do. You’re not trying to con me with any bullshit to make me like you, and thus that makes me see the sincerity in you all the more. Anyway, enough of this. Shall we go and get Ash wasted? Won’t take much.”  

A smile widened his mouth. “Apparently, he’s getting better. I think that’s a theory we should test.” Aaron began laughing, reaching for the bottle of Fireball he’d brought with him as Angel scanned the apartment. “Hey yo, Ash! Get over here.”

The man himself made his way over, Keri, Jaime, Frankie and Rachel all joining them, shots being sunk as the party continued like nothing bad had ever happened. However, Keri did touch upon it, when it was just her and Angel, after very rapidly pulling him into the bedroom when no one was looking.  

“What you did for me, wow,” she began, pulling him down to her level, stroking his face, kissing him softly. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a guy stand up for me like that before. It was a little scary, but also, sexy as hell to witness just how much you love me, the lengths you’d go to in order to defend me.”  

Their kisses quickly gained heat, Angel confirming what she’d just told him wordlessly, clasping her body to his as she walked him backwards over to the bed, pushing him to sit, moving to kneel astride him. “Now, you’re going to lie there and let me say thank you properly.”  

He smiled through their kisses, Keri slowly sliding down, kissing him through the dark grey, long sleeved t shirt he wore, the one that hugged his arm muscles deliciously, moving to kneel between his feet as her hands slid over the bulge in his jeans, nails dragging in caress over his thighs, reaching to unfasten his belt. Her fingers were slow, pushing up his t shirt and circling his navel, running licks over the line of dark hair leading down from it, pulling his cock out and giving it a few gentle squeezes.  

His chest stilled for a moment as he felt her mouth close over him, tongue swirling all over the head of his cock, each slow rotation evoking little glimmers that made the eventual breath he let out shudder, his fingers tangling in her hair.

He groaned faintly as he watched himself disappear into her mouth, almost every last inch of him impressively sheathed in the warm hug, his head thudding back onto the bed as her mouth got to the base and tightened around his shaft.

Dragging her lips slowly back up again, she grazed his chest with her nails, pinching his nipples and rolling them between her thumb and forefinger through his shirt, until the stood as stiff as the thick cock in her mouth. The content moan she emitted vibrated every last inch of him, her tongue fluttering back and forth against the thick vein on the underside of his shaft.

Reaching the head once more, she tightened and relaxed her mouth around it, feeling his hands begin to gently pull at her hair as he groaned sinfully, his abdomen twitching, the pleasure utterly consuming him. She was utterly ruinous, so skilled with her mouth he could barely stand it, his fingers flexing in her hair as he tugged at it, feeling his cock enveloped completely by wet heat once more.

She continued to repeat those actions again and again, watching his movements, knowing as each raspy breath left his throat faster, his chest heaving up and down and his cock like hot iron within her mouth, he was about to reach his peak. It licked through his veins like a fiery tonic, his muscle tensing as his breath caught, waves of ecstasy starting to pulse.

“Fuck... fuck!” His growled exclamation preluded the twitch of his cock, spilling hot and deep into her throat, Keri slowing as she swallowed back every pulse of cum, slowly releasing him from the soaking enveloping of her mouth, licking her top lip seductively. She gently fastened him back into his jeans, moving to kiss his neck at few times as she stroked his chest.

“I’ll leave you to come back down to earth, save it looking obvious, too, both of us leaving the room together.” The desire danced in his eyes as she looked down at him sultrily, his hands moving to run swirls over her neck.  

“Uh huh.” he nodded, still blissed out, his entire body humming with an afterglow he was in no rush to cease. She kissed his forehead, sliding off the bed and exiting swiftly, going to grab herself a beer. It took Angel a while to surface, Keri outside having a cigarette and a chat with Ash and Aaron when he finally came out, finding Frankie on the couch, sitting and swinging his feet up, resting his head in her lap.  

“Having a good night, big guy?” she smiled, combing his hair with her fingers affectionately.

He grinned. “I’m so drunk.”  

“You are?” she questioned, finding his statement somewhat contradictory to what she’d noticed. “I haven’t noticed you throwing them back? And you’re coherent, too.”

He shook his head, laughing dirtily. “Nah, bro. Orgasm drunk. Keri just blew me and I’m... yeah.”  

Immediately, she began to laugh. “Awww, are you all blissed out?”  

“Mm,” he hummed, eyes closed, smile wide. He opened them for a second, trying to articulate himself a little more. “You know when... and it’s... you know... all the way from the top of your head right down to your feet?”  

She grinned, thinking of her love. “When you feel like you just touched heaven, and took a little part of it back with you?”

He pointed vaguely in her direction, nodding. “That’s it.”  

His legs were then disturbed by the arrival of Jaime, who sat down, pointing at him while she gestured to her girlfriend. “Is he alright?”

“He’s all blowjob drunk,” she confirmed, Jaime laughing as Angel began to grin again. “Look at him! Wasted out of his mind!”  

“Your friend is gonna get it later.” They didn’t doubt that for a second. Revived from his state of pleasurable catatonia with a few more shots and a couple more beers, Keri had to drunkenly fight him off every step of the way back to the hotel at 2am. As soon as they were in the elevator, though...  

“What the hell has gotten into you?” she cried, Angel yanking off her top, her bra following, shoving them into the back pocket of his jeans as he lifted her up, levelling her tits with his mouth, teeth locking onto her nipple.  

“Eight shots of Fireball and a fucking desperate need to show just how absolutely out of my damned mind you made me feel earlier,” he replied, gathering her skirt, Keri wrapping her legs around his waist as the elevator dinged, both locked at the mouth as he staggered out.  

Her back hit the nearest wall, their kisses all sultry magma and groaned smoke as they pawed at one another, Angel reaching between them to unzip his jeans, freeing himself and tugging her underwear aside, dropping her down on his cock, Keri biting her lip to prevent her shrill cry, his mouth ravenous at her neck.

“What if someone catches us?” she panted, although truly, she was about four shots and one very hard dick past caring.

“Then they gonna see me piledriving my beautiful girl against this wall, ain’t they? Because god fucking damnit, I can’t even wait to walk the length of this hall, querida. I gotta have you right the fuck now.”  

Truly, Keri had never felt as desired by anyone in her life as she did by Angel, his hunger for her unmatched, the heat of his need smouldering upon her skin as they panted, staring into one another’s eyes before their mouths met again in fever, her nails dragging his neck as the thick heat of his cock scraped sparks through her core.  

Desire tore through him wildly as he railed her against the wall, feeling himself reaching a scorching finish as he came with a deep grunt, slowing in the aftermath, his hot breaths blasting the side of her neck. “Sorry, didn’t get you there, too. I fucking will, though.” He carried her down the rest of the hallway, still fused together, having to put her down eventually to locate the room key card, Keri standing with her legs together and a pained expression.  

“Hurry!” she hissed, giggling. “What you left in me is starting to trickle!”

He snorted laughing, opening the door, that laughter escalating as she shot past him, running knock kneed to the bathroom to go and clean up. Exiting a few minutes later, she pulled off the rest of her clothes, kissing his chest as she assisted with the removal of his before being picked up and launched onto the bed, Angel grasping her thighs, pulling them apart and promptly burying his face between them.  

His tongue was slow and swirling to begin with, tasting every last bit of her hot, pink flesh languidly, watching her as he did it. “You taste so beautiful, mamas. Fuck, I love the way this pretty pussy feels against my mouth.”  

The verbalisation of how she made him feel never failed to have little wells of pleasure pooling within, Keri mewling softly as her hands went to the soft black of his hair, nails grazing his scalp, her head thudding back on the bed as she closed her eyes and awaited the utter ruin she knew he’d lavish upon her.  

The firm grip upon her thighs as he held her spread kept her in place, tongue quickening against her clit, alternating between speedy and a slow, firm rolls in a circle, decreasing in circumference, focusing on her, increasing, her folds tingling, his lips wrapping to suck as he groaned quietly. She lay back in utter bliss, feeling the trickle of her arousal caught by the thirst of his licks, his fingers pushing into the aqueous velvet of her cunt, crooking, raking gently, evoking mind-melting glimmers to skitter down her spine.  

Watching how his fingers sparkled in the low light coming from the bedside lamp, he felt his cock beginning to stir, little twitches sending sparks through him, moving his mouth to her inner thigh, kisses and gentle bites marking her. “I wanna watch you touch yourself, it’d turn me on so much.”

She felt a little internal flare of embarrassment at his request, never having pleasured herself for a man before, something so intimately personal. To hear him vouch how much it would arouse him, though, Keri eventually slid her hands down, wetting her fingertips as she splayed the petals of her cunt open a little further, her fingers slowly starting to rotate upon her clit.

Her eyes focused upon the ceiling at first, those little slithers of bashfulness still coiling within her, until she was brave enough to look down. She didn’t meet his eyes at first, Angel transfixed upon the sight of her stroking herself before him, his breaths hot as they fluttered over her, hitting her folds, his lips planting kisses upon her inner thigh, but when he finally did look up at her, the lust he returned made her walls clench around his fingers.  

A dark wave broke over her, her fingertips quickening as his tongue circled over a rise of muscle, kissing it, her thigh bouncing against his mouth as he held her gaze, knowing their combined effort was getting her close. It began to tumble through her in ceaseless pulses, her muscles locking as she panted hard, a wail breaking from her throat as she felt it rush and burst forth through her, the addition of Angel’s tongue adding to her fingers further gilding her upon the horizon of utter ecstasy.  

He grasped her hand, sucking wetness from her fingers, his own still rooted deep within her, enjoying the flutters as his rotations gentled, his other hand weaving through her fingers and squeezing, the move a gorgeous, unexpected display of affection.

“Oh, no, no,” she gasped as his mouth closed over her clit, his lips bathing her sensitive bud in soft heat. “It’s too much still.”  

His thumb drew a circle of her palm, looking up at her with a wink. “Won’t be for long, baby.” He continued to squeeze her hand as his tongue softly began to circle her bud, until she started to shake from the overstimulation, Angel wrapping his hand up around her thigh to keep her still, the fingers inside her slowly trawling back and forth.  

Each lick was lightly placed, gauging her reactions, waiting for the little spasms still wracking her to calm before he became feverish once more, licking at the honey of her cunt with aplomb, groaning against the soaking velvet of her as his tongue flicked rapidly over her bud. Her hands fisted the sheets, her body arching, his free hand stroking a path of heated tingles all over her abdomen as he gorged himself upon her, bringing her to another howling ascension... and still refusing to stop.  

He ate her like ripe summer fruit until she shattered for him again, shaking violently, so wet that she’d puddled the sheets beneath her, Angel wiping the slick from his mouth before leaning to kiss his way up her body, reaching between them, guiding his cock to her and sinking in, teeth closing around her nipple.  

“I think I enjoyed that,” she panted, pulling him to her, the taste of herself on his tongue wickedly sinful.  

He pinched a tiny gap between his thumb and forefinger. “Just this much?”

Her chuckle was like music through the air. “Yeah, just this much.”  

Their mouths met again, kissing with syrupy heat, hands wandering all over one another as their bodies rocked together in divinely slow, steamy union. It was like that for a further couple of hours, talking as they cooled down and readied to enjoy one another again, until they fell asleep in a blissful entwine not long before the sun rose.  

As far as starting weekends well went, theirs was a good way to begin.

#angel reyes #angel reyes fanfiction #angel reyes smut #angel reyes imagine #angel reyes x ofc #angel reyes fanfic #angel reyes fic #mayans mc #mayans mc fanfiction #mayans mc smut #mayans mc imagine #mayans mc fanfic #mayans mc fic

[panie-wanie-dean-bean]

he won't leave my brain

Fuck, hi, I never thought I would be posting this but I need these thoughts out of my brain or so heLP ME GOD-I'm fine. For those who have yet to look at the tags, this will be talking about the game, or rather the au I've made for, Something's Wrong with Sunny Day Jack. The creators have said they don't want anyone under eighteen to be near this game or fandom. Adults only folks

Alright now that I've worn down the kiddo's attention spans let's hop in

So, like I said before this is an au, a royalty au to be exact, just not in the way you'd think. See royalty aus are usually used to end up with a royal spouse or partner of some kind, but that's not what this is, sorry to disappoint ^^; The royalty is just how this all starts out

So, most people in the fandom know about Joseph at this point, troubled teen turns into a troubled adult that's trying to be a better person, and then he dies a little bit but we're glossing over that for now. This au is very similar to that, in this au Joseph is the heir to the throne but doesn't want the crown. His parents don't respect him, treating him like a simple fallback, insurance that the kingdom will go on without them, and nothing more, leaving him in the care of the castle staff and leaving it at that

It's because of this neglect that Joseph ends up wandering around the castle at such a young age, meeting the sons of both the head guard and royal chef. A few months later he got even bolder, wandering out into the town and meeting the daughter of a librarian. These four became inseparable, and quite rambunctious in their teen years. It was at this time Joseph's parents decided enough was finally time to act like parents "You're the heir to the throne, the entire kingdom! It's time you started acting like it"

Their only mistake was allowing him one last night. He spoke to his friends about what happened, and how he'll never get to hang out with them again. He'd lost all hope but the librarian's daughter, who had always had her head up in the clouds, had an idea "Why not join the circus?" The circus, the one that came once a month every year, the one they had all gone to every night it was in town, the one the head guard's son broke his nose trying to imitate, it was perfect, to a bunch of sad teenagers anyway.

That night they all left without even a goodbye, they all had their own issues with their real homes, finding much more comfort in each other. Lucky for them a girl from the circus who was just a few years older than them took pity on them and took them in, having seen them at so many shows before. She became a sort of big sister to all of them, but most of all to Joseph. They just clicked, and bounced off of each other incredibly well during improv training, so much so that she even decided to match his colors to hers

As the years went by everyone found their role. The royal chef's son became Rory Rainberry, a member of the group for sure, but mostly known for the mouth-watering confections he whipped up for the stands outside of shows. The head guard's son became Knackadan Drizzle, a strong man, lifting over ten times what the average man could. The librarian's daughter became Cloudy-Belle Sue, known best for her incredible stories, that could make the audience laugh, cry, and cheer all in a few minutes. The girl who was already in the carnival was called Daisy Chain Jane, simply calling her the contortionist would be selling her short, having been raised by clowns she can do just about anything around the big top, the tight rope, juggling, animal taming, you name it

Then there was Joseph, the shining star of the show, now known as Sunny Day Jack he was seen as the best clown in the biz, second only to his "big sis" but he would always deny such a claim. This was a team effort, there were no leaders among them, just friends doing what they love

and I think that's all for now, sure I have ideas for how Jack could meet his sunshine, and how he dies, but do you see how fucking long this thing is already? Do you see now why I had to write this? I've been keeping all of this in my brain and I can't keep it in anymore. If you've made it this far, thank you, really you super didn't have to, but if you like what you see here and want more I'd certainly write scenarios or headcanons for it. It feels weird to say I'll write headcanons for my own au but I can't think of what else to call those bullet-point lists of what a character would do in a given situation. Alright, is that it? I think that's it, see ya!

#sdj #something's wrong with sunny day jack #swwsdj #sdj x reader #sdj au

[purplesimmer455]

Iseul ordered a cake for the four of them as well, and asked Amna and Samuel about themselves. "How did you two lovebirds meet?" She said. Amna blushed, which Grace ribbed her for, and said, "Well, I was studying at Simford University and after a grueling study session, I went to the nearby Cafe to eat sugary sweets and relieve my stress." Iseul nodded. "I saw this rather handsome man around my age with brown hair and he was eating pastries and drinking coffee. I didn't know how to talk to boys, since my parents were strict on no dating, so I just would observe him." Amna blushed again as her husband gave her a teasing look. "But I got up the courage to talk with him, and he was so pleasant and kind, and I found out he was from Simerica but came here for work. I told him about growing up in Pakistan, and he told me about his childhood in Simerica, and we became friends. Eventually, I started to develop romantic attractions towards him." Iseul bit back a smile and nodded. "So I asked him to court me." At Iseul's confused look, she added. "I felt it was appropriate for him to court me, meet my parents, and then we could start going on chaperoned dates and eventually get engaged and married." Iseul nodded. It wasn't her cup of tea or something she'd want to do, but she respected it. "We ended up getting married, had our Gracie who we named after his mum, and the rest is history." Iseul smiled. "That's kind of sweet." She said. "I know it might seem old fashioned for you and Grace, being two modern youths." Amna said. Iseul shook her head. "No, no, I respect that it's what you wanted and felt comfortable with." She said, and Amna smiled.

Amna and Samuel insisted on paying for the bill, and then while Grace headed to the bathroom, Iseul turned to Amna. "Mrs. Siddiqui, I plan on marrying Grace one day, and I was wondering if I could I get your and Mr. Siddiqui's blessings?" Samuel nodded. "You have mine." He said, gently nudging his wife, who mulled it over. "You have my blessing too, Iseul." Amna said. Iseul sensed hesitation. "I would just prefer if you two marry before moving in or pursuing romantic attractions towards each other." Iseul blushed. "I understand, Mrs. S. Grace and I are taking it slow but I don't think we'll be ready to wed before we even live together and get to know each other, you know?" She said. Amna sighed but nodded, and Grace came out of the bathroom then. Grace put an arm around Iseul as they said goodbye to her parents. "Gracie, do you want me to drop you off at your place?" Her dad asked. "Oh." Grace blushed as Iseul tried to hide a grin. "Iseul's coming over to my flat so we're going back together." Her mom turned pink too and couldn’t look at Iseul, and Iseul tried hard not to laugh at the scandalized look on her face. "Mum, we're adults." Grace said half jokingly. "I know, bheta. I'm just not used to these modern dating things. Listen, auntie Nimra's daughter lives next door to you so just keep things private, I dont want her to think 'What all is Amna's daughter doing?' And tell her mother who will then ask me." She said. Grace rolled her eyes. "Ammi, she doesn't care what I do. She's a grown adult and mostly focused on her wife and daughter." Amna sighed. "Grace bheta, it's about tahzeeb, good manners. Whatever you and Iseul do in private is fine but it would reflect poorly on me and your father if you act too romantic in public while unmarried." She said. "Amna." Samuel said gently. "With all due respect, Mrs. Siddiqui, Grace would never disrepect you guys, and we haven't even woohooed, we just kissed. Plus, Homaira is pretty cool and she doesn't care if she sees us kissing, I mean she kisses her wife in public too." Iseul said. Amna sighed but smiled politely. "Alright. Well, it was nice meeting you, Iseul." Iseul smiled. "It was nice to meet you too, Mrs. Siddiqui, and you too, Mr. Siddiqui." Samuel smiled at Iseul. "You too, dear." He said, and Grace and Iseul headed out.

#ts4 #mysims #Amna Siddiqui #Samuel Siddiqui #Iseul Kang #Grace Siddiqui

[alyceinwonderland777]

The Rage Room

⚠️Warnings⚠️: Screaming, fighting, swear words, panic attack, crying, mention of torture

The TVA agents couldn't believe their ears. Loki was talking to them about how their memories have been suppressed, about He Who Remains and how their beloved Judge Renslayer had pruned C-20 instead of trying to figure out what was going on.

Hunter B-15: So is C-20 still alive?

Loki: Most likely yes, although Judge Renslayer most likely hopes she's dead.

Ravonna was terribly ashamed of what she had done.

Ravonna: I was panicking! I thought Sylvie had some kind of brainwashed her!

Loki: Instead it turns out that the one who was brainwashed is you. Comical, right?

Hunter B-15: You could have talked to Sylvie. I did it to try to understand what was happening and now I remember exactly who I am and where I come from. *Said B-15 to Ravonna*

Sylvie: She pretended not to remember what my first Nexus event was, so I don't think she was interested in talking to me.

Casey: What? Why did she do that?

Sylvie: Because Ravonna is a two-faced cunt.

Ravonna loses it.

Ravonna: YOUR NEXUS EVENT IS THAT YOU WERE GOOD! YOU WERE NOT INTERESTED IN POWER UNLIKE THE OTHER LOKIS AND WANTED TO BE A HERO SO UNFORTUNATELY WE HAD TO ARREST YOU! *She screamed*

Everyone was shocked, especially Sylvie.

Sylvie: I WAS A FUCKING CHILD! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?

Ravonna: I was forced to do it! If you really want to know, you managed to run away because I felt sorry for you since you were just a child!

Sylvie: Awww thanks! You were very kind! *She said sarcastically*

Loki: You know Ravonna, you and Mobius would make a great couple: He's a dick and you're a cunt!

Mobius: How dare you? I have always treated you with respect!

Loki: Oh so when you locked me in a TimeCell to have Sif kick me in the balls was your way of showing your respect for me?

Mobius: I thought you betrayed us!

Suddenly Loki kicked Mobius in the balls, causing him to kneel on the ground in pain.

Mobius: ARE YOU CRAZY?

Loki: Does it hurt? Imagine how I felt when I was stuck in that fucking time loop for who knows how long!

Ravonna: I think you need some chamomile tea *Said Ravonna sarcastically to Loki*

Loki burst out laughing. His laughter was hysterical.

Loki: The merciless Judge Renslayer is telling me to calm down? Are you kidding me?

Ravonna: It would be better if you stopped acting like a little bitch, don't you think?

Sylvie: You're right Ravonna. We should all take an example from you! *Sylvie said sarcastically*

Mobius: EVERYBODY SHUT THE FUCK UP! *Screamed Mobius*

Loki was about to punch Mobius, but he managed to dodge the blow. The God of Mischief and the TVA analyst engaged in a hand-to-hand fight.

Loki: You're a piece of shit!

Mobius: This piece of shit got pruned for you!

Loki: Not before torturing me! Your girlfriend couldn't wait to prune me and Sylvie! *He said referring to Ravonna*

D-90 and Casey intervened to separate Mobius and Loki. D-90 holds Loki and Casey holds Mobius.

D-90: Calm down buddy! We are all victims in this situation! *D-90 said while holding Loki still*

Loki: I'll calm down only after I smash Mobius' cute face!

D-90: He's a victim too! Stop being an asshole and act like an adult!

Loki: Why are you kissing his ass now? When Mrs. Renslayer told you to prune him you did it without a second thought.

D-90: I'm not kissing anyone's ass. I was brainwashed you idiot!

Loki managed to free himself from D-90's grip by kicking him, but D-90 aimed the TimeStick at his neck.

D-90: Don't make me do this. You know we have all been kidnapped from our realities and indoctrinated, so please calm down and listen to what Mobius has to say.

Loki: Okay but get off of me *He said with a snort*

D-90 lowered the TimeStick and Mobius began to speak.

Mobius: Like I said before, I thought you betrayed us. After what you told me I started having doubts and after verifying that you were right I came to free you. I went against everything and everyone for you. I got pruned for you. What do I have to do to make you understand that I'm sorry?

Loki: Are you trying to make me feel guilty?

Mobius: No, I'm just saying I'm sorry!

Loki: Sure *He said rolling his eyes*

Mobius: Shall I get on my knees and beg your forgiveness? *He asked sarcastically*

Loki: Why do you care so much?

Mobius: That's the dumbest question you could ever ask me.

Loki: You didn't answer though.

Mobius: Because I care about you!

Loki: Sure *He said rolling his eyes*

Ravonna: He's telling the truth, Loki.

Loki: Oh really? Like you when you said you couldn't remember what Sylvie's Nexus event was?

Ravonna: I admitted my mistakes and so did Mobius. Can we agree all that all of us have been snatched from our lives without our consent and made into puppets?

Sylvie: Oddly what you said makes sense, Ravonna.

Ravonna rolled her eyes in annoyance

Sylvie: I know, the truth hurts.

Ravonna: Give me a fucking break!

Sylvie: You and your association of space-fascists have never given me a break. You have had no qualms about arresting me when I was just a child and treating me like a criminal. All this only because basically I was a "good kid". What questions would I have been asked during the trial if I hadn't run away? What answers did you expect to get from a child?

Ravonna: I was just following orders!

In that moment Sylvie spat in Ravonna's face.

Sylvie: I've always wanted to do this!

Ravonna: Please stop!

Sylvie: Otherwise what will you do? Will you prune me, Ravonna?

Ravonna: I don't want to prune you, not anymore.

Sylvie: Oh really? Yet you couldn't wait to "finish your job", Judge Renslayer.

Ravonna was starting to get pissed.

Sylvie: What is it? Did you expect He Who Remains to reveal himself to you and compliment you on being the "most effective member" of the TVA? Did you think he would take you to his castle on a white horse? *She said sarcastically*

Ravonna: Sylvie stop it! *She said angrily*

Sylvie: Why should I? I'm having a blast! The fearsome Judge Renslayer believed that He Who Remains was her Prince Charming! *Sylvie said bursting out laughing*

Ravonna: Shut up! Shut the fuck up! *She said as she was about to punch her*

Sylvie dodged Ravonna's punch and grabbed her by the wrist and knocked her to the floor.

Ravonna grabbed Sylvie's leg and knocked her to the floor.

The blond-haired Goddess and the former TVA judge engaged in a hand-to-hand fight.

Sylvie: Poor Ravonna, she was hoping to become He Who Remains' little bitch! *Sylvie said in a mixture of sarcasm and anger*

Ravonna managed to overpower Sylvie.

Ravonna: Can we stop fighting and talk civilly? *She said holding her wrists*

Sylvie: Oooh the ultimate pruner wants to talk civily?

Sylvie was trying to free herself from Ravonna's grip, but she couldn't. While Ravonna was holding her down she remembered the exact moment Ravonna and the Minutemen squad she led abducted her, though it all happened differently. Sylvie's breathing became more labored and her face paled. She was having a panic attack. Ravonna immediately released her grip on Sylvie's wrists and tried to help her up.

Sylvie: Stay away from me!

Ravonna: I don't want to hurt you, Sylvie!

Sylvie: Bullshit! You want to prune me! You want to do what you couldn't do ages ago!

Sylvie curled up in a fetal position and continued to breathe heavily. Up until that moment the only feeling she had experienced was anger, drowning out the sadness and anxiety. All of her trauma was exploding. She burst into tears. She felt sad, tired and frustrated.

Ravonna sat down on the floor and stroked her back.

Ravonna: I'm sorry, little one. *She said feeling sincerely guilty*

Sylvie kept shaking and crying. Ravonna helped her up and they walked to the elevator.

Sylvie: W-Where are you taking me?

Ravonna: Don't be afraid, I don't want to hurt you.

The elevator reached the roof of the TVA. It was a terrace rather than a roof.

Ravonna: I used to come up here whenever I needed to clear my head, whenever I was pissed off. In short, I came up here very often.

They sat down on a concrete bench that was up there.

Sylvie: Did you come up here to admire the view?

Ravonna: Yes. It helped me relax.

Sylvie: Did you come up here that day too?

Ravonna: Yes...

Sylvie: Did you feel guilty for taking pity on me?

Ravonna: They didn't let me get away with it...

Sylvie: What do you mean?

Ravonna took a deep breath and told her how she was tortured as punishment for allowing Sylvie to run away. Sylvie was shocked.

Sylvie: Why didn't you run away?

Ravonna: Because I thought I deserved it. I was convinced that this was my place and that I had to carry out my mission at all costs, but in the end there never was any mission. After a while I started to hate you. I thought it was your fault, but in reality, you are a victim in this whole situation, as are I and the other employees of this hell hole.

Sylvie's shaking had subsided slightly, but she felt drained.

Ravonna: Are you feeling better?

Sylvie: Yes, thank you.

Ravonna: I hope that in the future you will be able to forgive me.

Sylvie took her TempPad and opened a Timedoor.

Sylvie: Follow me.

Ravonna: Where are we going?

Sylvie: Just follow me. I have to show you something.

Sylvie and Ravonna passed through the portal and found themselves in Norway. They were on the beach of Sognsvann lake. They heard the gentle sound of the sea waves and the beautiful phenomenon of the northern lights was taking place.

Sylvie placed two fingers on Ravonna's right temple and began to enchant her to restore her suppressed memories.

After Sylvie finished Ravonna was amazed.

Sylvie: Consider it my way of saying I've forgiven you.

They hugged tightly accompanied by the Northem Lights and the sound of the sea waves.

They returned to TVA and rejoined the rest of the group. Mobius and Loki had reconciled and everyone was ready to get to the bottom of this whole situation, to find C-20 and take back the most precious thing that had been stolen from them: their lives.

#Loki #Loki Laufeyson #Sylvie #Sylvie Laufeydottir #Hunter B-15 #Hunter D-90 #Casey #Mobius M. Mobius #Ravonna Renslayer #Judge Renslayer #TVA #Time Variance Authority #Tom Hiddleston #Sophia Di Martino #Wunmi Mosaku #Neil Ellice #Eugene Cordero #Owen Wilson #Gugu Mbatha Raw #fanfiction #fanfic #marvel #mcu #Loki series

[dumbass-tumbler-cryptid]

If Hunter was involved in the plot, would Quaritch either openly or secretly favor one child over another? If so, which one and why? Would Lyle and Zdog also be Hunter's godparents (I don't remember if Zdig was the Spider's godmother, please correct me if I'm wrong) or would someone else be chosen for this role?

So in this Spider has a sibling Cabin in the Woods Au, Quaritch wouldn't favor one child over the other because he's just happy to have both of his sons with him. I do think the father/son dynamics would be very different though.

Spider is Quaritch's first born. I'm no parent but from what I understand having your first child just hits different then the rest. In the beginning Spider tried to verbally fight Quaritch every chance he got. Quaritch just laughed at him, his son's feistiness reminding him of his late wife. The fight would drain out of Spider when his father didn't challenge him back. He was use to adults yelling at him for "misbehaving" (defending himself) but his father didn't even seem to care. Add to that Quaritch whispering in his ear about how Hunter was adopted by a nice family while he was left to rot. Reminding him of every major/minor act of neglect he suffered in the foster care system. Reinforcing that they are the happy family that Spider has always wanted. It all works to quickly and effectively brainwash Spider. And once Quaritch gets Spider to fall in line he is the model oldest child. Responsible, respectful, kind, looks after his younger brother. Quaritch puts a lot of trust into him and the brainwashed Junior loves that, always doing his best to make his father proud.

Hunter due to the circumstances surrounding his birth is the miracle baby along with being the actual baby of the family. Quaritch wouldn't coddle him though. He actually really hates how Hunter's adoptive parents raised him, thinking that they made him soft so once he trust the boys to not immediately run off the moment he opens the door, Quaritch starts encouraging Hunter to go outside and be rougher. To play tag with his brother and not care if he gets dirty or skins his knees. To climb trees if he wants to. To be loud and active. Everything his adoptive parents would never allow. Everything he had always wanted to be. This makes Hunter feel accepted in a way he never did before, especially with his big brother there who encourages him like their father but is just easier to talk to and be around. It's all over once Quaritch gets into his head turning Hunter against his adoptive parents. After that, Hunter becomes a lot more rowdy, but is still respectful to his father and trails after Spider like a baby duck.

As for godparents your right that Spider's godparents are Lyle and Z. But for Hunter I'm not sure. Because I don't think you pick that same people as godparents for both of your kids. Unless that's just a catholic thing because of baptisms and all that. If I'm picking someone else for god parents I'd either go Fike or Prager for godfather. I guess Walker would be my only option for godmother, though I've never cared to write about her since she died so early in the movie. But in Quaritch's will Lyle and Z are listed as the people who should get custody of his boys should anything happen to him.

Thanks for the question! Feel free to message me with anymore ideas/questions about this au (or anything Avatar related in general) 💞

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Age Superiority and Toxic Views on Age Differences in Blank The Series

Yes, I'm back to ranting about this series. You would think I had enough by now, but there's so much to talk about that my mind goes rampant, thinking about it. Okay... Let's get into it.

First, age superiority is a silly thing. I'm not gonna lie; it erks me.

Storytime to start this off.

Once, I shared with someone the secret to my youthful appearance, saying, “I hang around a lot of young people.” This statement made him laugh uncontrollably, likely because of the sly grin on my face as I said it. However, my words were both a joke and a reflection of my true beliefs. I hold a great deal of respect for the younger generations and have cultivated a mindset that values respect for all individuals, regardless of their age, gender, culture, or ethnic background.

My guiding motto is simple: “I respect those who respect me.” If someone shows disrespect towards me, it matters little what their status, wealth, or accomplishments may be—I will not tolerate it. In such situations, I prefer to turn my back and walk away, as no one is deserving of my time and energy, not even in pointless arguments. Overcoming highly emotional states and the passage of time have taught me this lesson.

As time goes on, some things can be learned, while others require dedicated effort and experience to truly grasp. My effort has always been about becoming aware, and the only way to gain awareness is through knowledge and experience. However, some go through life not learning from their mistakes or grow from certain experiences. Some choose to ignore the surrounding people, not listen to them, or have a superiority complex, especially around younger folk or someone who’s less fortunate. This triggered me in Blank the Series. Look, I understand certain cultures its ingrained in us to respect our elders. I come from a background as such. It may not be an Eastern Asian background, but it parallels on a similar level.

Okay, let me share my opinion on something that bothered me in the series, even though I know the story intentionally crafted it that way. In the novel, I can understand why everyone would treat Anueng like a child. After all, she was written as only 18 years old, and in my country, we still consider that too young. However, in the series, she was 20, almost 21. At that age, I had a lot more freedom compared to her. I had a job; I was going to university; I was going out, drinking, and even hooking up with older women facing no judgment from my parents or society. Although the standards in my country may be more relaxed, it’s not something that would shock anyone, I know.

So, when I watched Anueng, an adult woman, being treated as less than an adult, it really bothered me. Yes, she acted annoying most of the time, but I understood she used it as a way to get a reaction from Khun Knueng and to hide her true feelings. It was her way of wearing a mask, just like we all do. I mean, who really acts like themselves in public?

Throughout the show, I witnessed a scared Anueng who simply wanted others to see her as an adult and not subject her to abuse, control, or assumptions about her best interests. She wanted to be able to decide for herself and express her true feelings. And let me tell you, I’ve worked in retail and have interacted with people of all ages, from 18 to senior years. I’ve talked to them, listened to them, and got to know them. And using age as a measure of superiority is just plain dumb. I’ve met older people who make unwise choices and never learn from them, while I’ve also met young people who are wise beyond their years. So, I never judge a book by its cover.

Some young people I’ve had the privilege of getting to know have had experiences just as crazy as mine, if not crazier than someone twice their age. And then there are those who still have a lot to learn. That’s why I never assume their level of experience. And that’s also why older women who dated me were okay with pursuing a relationship with me. They saw my book was thick, filled with experiences and wisdom or… I was just a good…cough… LOL!

So, in the series, when Khun Knueng invited Folk to the amusement park, I couldn’t help but interject. Assuming Anueng would be bored with the adults infuriated me. I coughed and said, “Excuse me, but she’s an adult, too.” It’s unfair to assume that a 20-year-old wouldn’t enjoy the company of 36-year-olds. “What the fuck are you talking about,” I thought. That girl would have a blast with me. I’m sure she would have had an awesome time with Khun Nueng if she wasn’t falling for the Fah’s cruel antics to gain the love of her daughter after abandoning her most of her life.

Rant moment about Fah:

“Excuse me, I don’t care if you gave birth to Anueng. You're a dang stranger to her and you have to earn her love. At this rate, you’re just a child yourself, pretending to be a mother.” I’m not sorry for saying it, but Anueng deserves so much better. If Fah truly wanted to be a part of her daughter’s life, she would have defied her own mother and been there from the beginning. But she didn’t. She only showed up when Anueng turned 20, after all the difficult times were over, and suddenly wanted to play the mother role. Hell no. Even if there wasn’t a romantic involvement between Anueng and Khun Nueng, Khun Nueng acted more like a mother figure than both the biological mother and grandmother did. Family doesn’t have to be defined by blood relations. I can easily envision a scenario where a lonely artist adopts a mistreated, abandoned girl, and they become a genuine family. Then, the royal grandmother would throw a fit over Khun Nueng adopting a daughter. Oh my, that would just cause a stir.

But back to age insecurities.

Even to this day, as a 38-year-old, I still ride rollercoasters and explore various interests. It’s why young people are drawn to me everywhere I work and go. I have a wide range of interests that appeal to people of all ages. I can spend hours talking and listening to 19-year-olds and those in their twenties without any of us getting bored. It’s all about having charisma that goes beyond the norm.

Moreover, it was clear to anyone that Anueng truly desired to spend her birthday with Khun Nueng. However, following Fah’s orders, Khun Nueng attempted to distance herself from Anueng. This action deeply hurt Anueng, especially because she expected someone she loved to offer support and not to push her away. I couldn’t help but exclaim, “Oh, my gosh! It’s her birthday! Can you please respect that she’s an adult? It’s her special day, and she wants you to acknowledge that!”

In romantic relationships, simply being in the same space as the person you are interested in, even with no activities, is not boring at all. However, it is important to note that Khun Nueng has never experienced being in love or loving someone before, which justifies her ignorance in this matter. Nevertheless, I cannot stress enough that Anueng is not naïve. She can sense that Khun Nueng’s feelings for her run deeper than she lets on. This is why it was incredibly frustrating for her to get Khun Nueng to be open and honest about her emotions.

Eventually, in the end of episode 4, Khun Nueng reached a breaking point. She grabbed Anueng by the arm, preventing her from walking away, and expressed her desire for her to stay. Furthermore, in episode 5, she attempted to convince the family that Anueng wanted to remain in Thailand and even volunteered to help her study and prepare for the university entrance exam. Ultimately, her efforts succeeded.

Spoiler alert: Since I read the novel, I’m going to reveal the chaotic age insecurities Khun Nueng has. I don’t think they will use the scene in the series, but Anueng and Khun Nueng go on a run together. Khun Nueng basically can’t keep up with her and automatically goes into doom and gloom about getting older and not being able to physically keep up with Anueng’s stamina. I laughed so hard at that passage in the book that I cried because I couldn’t breathe from laughing so dang hard. I’m like, “Woman, how long has it been since you’ve done legit exercise such as running?” Because I know that being an artist, you are not active in heavier impact exercises. “Girl, please. At 36, I was running circles around ladies younger than me. I could sprint 3 miles and lift 50 to 75 pounds daily, like the bitch of steel.” I’ve met 40- and 50-year-old women that could break me in half. So, please… don’t feed me that bullshit. Age is not a factor in performance; it’s keeping up with activities and pushing your body to work that keeps you mobile and strong as fuck to take on a lady in her 20s with no issues. I’ve known 70-year-olds that can out-bench ladies younger than them. No one can use the excuse of age with me.

Now, I can see certain challenges that come with being in a romantic relationship with someone younger. One major factor is the ability to connect with them, considering the generational gap. Different time periods bring different mindsets. Khun Nueng, 36, probably grew up in a time when same-sex relationships were deemed unacceptable. I can relate to that. Being 38, I witnessed the tail end of a time when it was dangerous to be a lesbian. Nevertheless, I understand her concerns about being forgotten. In episode 6, she expressed her fear that Anueng will eventually make new friends, flirt with other people, and move on. But honestly, I can’t help but think and laugh. “Yeah, right! No one’s ever gonna leave you, let alone forget about you.” A woman like Khun Nueng leaves an indelible mark on your soul. Her eyes pierce through you like daggers, leaving you exposed. She’s fierce and full of spice. No one will forget Khun Nueng for generations to come. She’s absolutely crazy, in the best way possible.

Khun Nueng…Just openly love that girl already, and stop torturing yourself like a masochistic princess. We all know you’re head over heels for her. She’s an adult, so let go of your worries. Thank you.

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