#like i could resist colorizing these- c'mon | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

emeritus-fuckers · 2 months

Note

Hewlloww could you do the “a kink for every Papa” just with the ghouls? So a “kink for every ghoul?”

Have an amazing day you sweet human being. The papas love you <4

Decided to combine these two asks to make it easier on us because there's like thirty ghouls and we'd die if we tried this separately. there's a lot of color because i'm autistic and i deserve to color the post, that's a whole 30 ghouls. - rat

A kink for every Ghoul

CW: CNC for Chain.

Fire Ghouls

Alpha (he/him)

Alpha may not seem like it, but the threat of a knife in bed turns him on. The Fire Ghoul will fight you a bit, but just give in once he feels the bite of the blade in his skin. If you don’t slice him up like swiss cheese he won’t be happy.

Ifrit (he/him)

Ifrit has beautiful tits. Seriously, he’s about to bust out of that uniform of his. Because of those large tits... he is extremely fond of getting on his knees and letting someone fuck them. He loves fucking a nice pair of tits, sure…but it hits different when he’s the one covered in cum.

Sodo (he/him)

Sodo is a big enthusiast of making you bleed. It doesn't matter if it's with his teeth or claws. Obsessively eating you out on your period is also fair game. Just about anything that has to do with blood.

Blaze (he/him; Papa Nihil's Ghoul)

His name didn't come from nowhere. Blaze is a big fan of weed. And other drugs. Of course his favorite kind of sex is high sex. But, if you've got any aphrodisiac on hand, he's not gonna be fussy about that. He'll take it like a good boy.

Water Ghouls

Chain (it/ghoul)

Just by looking at it, you can tell that Chain is the kind of ghoul that loves CNC. Ghoul loves being the victim of it, or doing it to someone else. It prefers doing it to someone, though... It loves chasing you through the woods. Smelling your fear and excitement. Shoves you down and uses you as much as ghoul pleases.

Lake (he/him)

Lake might not seem like it at first, but he's actually surprisingly fond of making you squirm in pain. Biting, scratching, some light choking or using toys that will hurt you so good... Yup, you guessed it. Lake is a sadist. And a proud one, at that.

River (they/them)

They’re a whore. Plain and simple. Plenty of dirty dreams in that head of theirs... though they love when those dreams are made worse by someone fucking them in their sleep. Consensually, of course... enthusiastic consent, really. They return the favor as well... watching their partner wake up screaming in pleasure is always fun.

Cowbell (they/it)

They love seeing you in a blindfold. And other forms of sensory depravation, of course, but its favorite is taking your sight. They love watching you tremble and jump whenever it does anything. They loves seeing you squirm from the softest touches. After all, when you can't see, everything else is so much stronger.

Mist (he/she)

Tentacles, plain and simple. Fucking Mist is straight up monsterfucking, since he has tentacles coming out of her cunt. Wanna be egged with those tentacles of hers? All you have to do is ask and he'll stuff you full. Sleeping with Mist is an experience in itself. A rollercoaster of an experience, actually.

Rain (she/he/ve)

She's a very soft person in bed. He can get mean, yes, but ver preference is soft and loving. So soft and so loving, actually, that he wants you to cry from it. There's something so pretty in your tears that she can't resist overstimulating you just a little bit to see those tears again. Rain is definitely a dacryphiliac, though ve'll never admit it.

Storm (they/he; Papa Nihil's Ghoul)

Storm is generally very calm. That is, until they're in pain. Then he turns into a whimpering mess, begging for more, like a whore. C'mon. You know you wanna hurt them a little, don't you? Treat this masochistic slut the way he needs to be treated.

Earth Ghouls

Cliff (they/he)

Cliff is a very relaxed, pleasant dude. You'd think he'd be a nice, soft partner in bed, too, but in reality... They love having you tied up. Or cuffed, preferably. Just for a little, so he can rail you stupid enough to not be able to move in general. And then they take care of you, like the loving boyfriend that he is.

Pebble (he/him)

He doesn't really get bothered by his height, especially since it makes bottoming easier and Pebble is an absolute bottom. A cute one. He loves it when his partner (especially if it's the love of his life!) takes care of him. Certified pillow prince.

Ivy (he/xe)

Xe is likely the biggest fan of edging in the world. It's almost a necessity at this point. If it's a cock ring or just shoving him down and sucking him off until xe's whimpering so beautifully. Over and over. And over. Until those pretty eyes are overflowing with tears and just can't anymore.

Mountain (he/him)

Oh, such a innocent little lamb, isn't he? He just loves to be coaxed and taken by someone oh, so dangerous... loves to be corrupted. To be ruined. In both ways. He is the biggest squirmer. Will not stop moving until he's just too fucked out and too filthy. Ruin him and make this little lamb dirty.

Quake (they/them; Papa Nihil's Ghoul)

Quake is a very goofy, cheerful and energetic person, who very often just can't stay in one place for too long. That is, of course, unless you're on their lap, keeping their cock inside you. Then they just melt completely and stay put until you decide it's over. They will beg for just a few more minutes, though.

Air Ghouls

Eurus (they/she)

We all know she likes to stare. We've seen them in Year Zero and the studio recordings. Eurus loves to watch and stare. So of course, if you want to fuck someone else (which she's never opposed to, of course!), they'll request to watch. Won't even blink. She wants to see everything you do. Might jerk off in her seat as they observe their pretty darling railing someone else... or getting railed, preferably.

Zephyr (they/he)

Zephyr is possessive. Not just a little. They claim it’s instinct. However, nothing gets them riled up more than seeing the marks he left on your skin from your passionate late night sex. Though they get even more insistent on marking if someone else left their marks behind. Just as a reminder who you really belong to... and those bruises and bitemarks look so good on his lover.

Cirrus (she/ze)

Ze's a big enthusiast of using both her dick and her cunt (as well as mouth and those really well trained fingers) just to make you completely stupid. No matter what genitals you have, she'll fuck you brainless. And then ze's gonna coo at you, fawning over how cute you are when you're such a blabbering mess like that, and all of it just for her! Cirrus absolutely adores having you overstimulated.

Cumulus (she/her)

We all (well me) love her chest. So it's a very pleasant surprise to find out that they lactate with just a smallest bit of stimulation. If you really wanna drive her crazy, have your fingers or a strap inside her as you suck on her tits. Bonus points if you team up with Cirrus and then take care of our dearest Cumulus.

Tornado (ze/zir; Papa Nihil's Ghoul)

We can't talk about Air Ghouls and not have at least one of them mess around with your breathing abilities, now can we? Fortunately for us, Tornado loves breath play. Sometimes it's just a light squeeze. Sometimes you almost think this maniac will actually suffocate you. Ze knows your limits, though, so it never gets out of control. The thrill is a very nice bonus to fucking zir, though.

Quintessence Ghouls

Omega (he/him)

Look at him. Look at this huge motherfucker. Pretty much anyone is tiny compared to him. And he loves that. He loves seeing your stomach bulge when you're full of him. He loves seeing how you struggle to take as much of him as you can. He loves how your face ends up stuffed in his chest as you straddle him because of his stupid huge cock. The size kink is strong with this one.

Delta (they/it)

Delta admittedly jokes about their missing limbs. One of said jokes was how easy it’d be to tie it up... the day it goes from joke to reality? Oh they’re on cloud nine. Turns out it was very into doing shibari on others before the limb loss... turning the tables on them? Well... it has a very pleasant night tied up all pretty with nowhere to go.

Aether (he/him)

Listen. I've always said he's got arms made for hugging, hands made for choking and a cock made for warming. I stand by that. His hands look and feel like they were meant for your throat. And you love it. It's best while he's got you in a reverse cowgirl position in front of a mirror, riding yourself stupid as he lightly squeezes your throat. But he's not picky. As long as you let him choke you a little.

Phantom (he/they/xey/it)

Spiritually, Phantom is a bit like a puppy when it comes to excitement. He gets really excited and it shows. They usually show it through playful nibbles. But... you wanna know what absolutely makes xem lose its mind? Praise. Phantom can die happily after being praised for how good he's doing for you. Praise them and it'll do absolutely everything for you. Xey can probably be praised into a happy, tearful orgasm like this.

Chaos (he/she/they/it; Papa Nihil's Ghoul)

If you've read the Papa Nihil's Ghouls post, you know she was dragged around on a leash a few times. The issue is, he actually loved that and now they demand to be kept on a leash... So yup, that evolved into a pet play kink. It will bark at you completely unprovoked for completely no reason and will continue being a menace until you handle it. So there's a pet play and brat taming combo here.

Multi Ghoul

Swiss (he/xey/it)

This bitch. Bully it. Swiss loves being bullied and degraded. It always makes both xeir cunt and cock drip with pre-cum. Keep him on his knees. Keep xem on a leash. Mock it for being so fucking eager to be pretty much verbally abused. You can probably get xem to cum untouched if you're mean enough.

Phil (he/him)

Phil is not a kinky guy, honestly. He's just... very vanilla. If you're with him long enough, you finally get to hear him mumble out the word mommy... And you absolutely fucking lose it with him. You don't let him live it down, obviously. He gets absolutely flustered every time you use his mommy kink against him.

Sunshine (she/her)

Sunshine's favorite thing about having a penis is having it buried inside their partner (she especially likes people with cunts since it shows really nicely), having them in her lap in a reverse cowgirl position and just... watching it all in the mirror in front of you both. Obligatory bites while she's at it, of course.

Aurora (she/they/fae)

While she doesn't mind being a pillow princess when bottoming, faer absolutely favorite thing is disinterest. She loves playing with your body and then scoffing and telling you to keep quiet. They absolutely love having you ride their thigh or rutting against it while she does other things. Fae just absolutely adores when you get whiney and start pleading for just a bit of her attention, even if you know they'll shame and degrade you for it.

Alpha, Ifrit, River, Zephyr and Delta written by Death.

Sodo, Blaze, Lake, Rain, Mist, Storm, Cliff, Pebble, Quake, Eurus, Cirrus, Cumulus, Tornado, Omega, Aether, Chaos, Phantom, Swiss, Sunshine, Phil and Aurora by Nosferatu.

Chain, Cowbell, Ivy and Mountain written by Zenith/Jasper.

Edited by Nosferatu.

Taglist: @charlie-is-a-menace @copias-fluffy-asscheeks @randodummy @tuttifuckinfruttifriday @calliedion-dungeon @randominstake @callmeicaro @thecuriouss @dio-niisio @the-fem1n1ne-urge @mybotanicaldemise @igodownjustlikeholymary @natoncesaid @bloodmoon-bites @plaquerat

157 notes · View notes

ecoamerica · 2 months

Text

youtube

Watch the American Climate Leadership Awards 2024 now: https://youtu.be/bWiW4Rp8vF0?feature=shared

The American Climate Leadership Awards 2024 broadcast recording is now available on ecoAmerica's YouTube channel for viewers to be inspired by active climate leaders. Watch to find out which finalist received the $50,000 grand prize! Hosted by Vanessa Hauc and featuring Bill McKibben and Katharine Hayhoe!

16K notes · View notes

superums · 10 months

Text

rock-star! hobie x super-star! reader headcannons

ooc!hobie (maybe). gn!reader. mentions of girlfriend one time but that it. black coded!reader but its not heavy or anything. reader was supposed to be a rapper but i like the idea of a super star instead. i wanted to make the reader like sexyy red that didn't happen. theres a suggestive part. idk how to write his accent

color coded text: hobie , you

you guys are more alike than you think. touring, getting into fights, sometimes your music topics intersect beating people down, stealing peoples partners, rebelling against the system in some way, shape or form.

but where you're different is how you market yourselfs. hobies band is more about being loud about the hate for conforming and the system. they're vocal about political issues, they almost get banned from tv multiple times for broadcasting ideas that the man doesn't like.

you on the other hand, are seen as the super star of your generation. you rap, sing dance—you're the real deal. your music is very diverse depending on what you want to go for; you could sing the most heart wrenching songs about one sided love and the next track you could be rapping about getting white girl wasted and getting ████ed in the ████ in the car before an award show (which may or may not have happened).

anyways! you two keep your relationship as private as you can. you don't really talk about each other in interviews, you have a couple songs about each other but it's not really a common thing.

theres a lot of paparazzi pics of you two together though. theres pics of you and hobie walking out of after parties together, hanging with his friends, coming back from the grocery store and many, many photos of you two hugging and kissing.

hobie has like this sixth sense that makes him always find the camera so sometimes theres pictures of him grabbing as much of your ass as he can while smirking at the camera man thats walking behind you (which you didn't know whats there btw)

and every single times he dose that theres always a second picture of you hitting the back of his head or grabbing his ear.

*click* *click* *click* "stop doing that!" your face was getting hotter from embarrassment as you turned the corner faster trying to get away from the camera man. hobie could only smirk as he caught up to you easily, putting his hand on your shoulders before pulling you closer.

bringing one of his hands to your waist as the other snaked from your shoulder to your chest. "c'mon luv, you know i can't resist..." his breath hitting your ear as he leaned in to smell your neck before being cut off by a hit to his chest. you could practically hear his smirk as he pushed your hips back into his.

your stomach started to naught as you felt it on your behind. you closed your eyes almost forgetting the situation. *click* *clock* *click* your eyes snapped open as your hear the camera man behind you.

"oh hush you just think you're funny." hobie couldn't even hold back his laugh as he watched you walk in front of him with your arms crossed. "well it is! n' don't act like you don't like it."

if you're shy & bashful he would love to embarrass you but not in a ddg/halle bailey way but in a "omgggg stop guys🙈" kind of way like why is he parading around in a 'i 🩷 my gf' shirt and making out with you on national television

hobie dose not think it's right to be controlling over his partners nor dose he believe that you should be subservient to him—now with that being said he feels sick to his stomach when you collaborate with certain artists.

you had a song about partying in the club and your male feature was talking about fucking on you he couldn't even bring himself to post the song on a ig story. he actually fell to his knees !!!

speaking of feeling sick! if you ever twerk on someone just for a performance or have to grind on someone during a dance he doesn't get super angry or whatever but in the inside he's like 'im abt to kms'. he's very dramatic!!

he hates when people try to put you in the role of just being his partner and nothing else—he will literally sit there and argue with someone if they ever try to sit there and say you're nothing but a pretty face.

he feels a certain way if you ever get uber rich. he knows thats most if not all artist want to live comfortably and he understands that you aren't the corrupt system that exploits others, hell you're getting exploited in some way.

BUT if you ever have a million dollars his would would feel a little VERY unsettled. he'd probably break up with you lol he wouldn't want to sound like a hater but he'd try to be like "heyyy how about we donate some money to a shelter or something🙈🫶🏿💗❓"

but if you're dating him he won't have to worry about that because you have to be at least a little political (and he'd have to agree with your views)

you might not be an anarchist, you don't even have to classify yourself with one political party but you have to at least be anti-capitalist, anti-establishment and pro-black.

speaking of politics he gets arrested all the time for protesting and you'll have to get used to that. like every few weeks you will have to pic him up from jail because he was arrested for conspiracy to riot or something on the lines of that.

IF you two ever collab you'll have to find a middle ground because he cannot sing (that is cannon!) and you should never try to get him too unless you want your engineer to be slaving away trying to get him to sound listenable.

he's lowkey your arm candy and he doesn't mind it at all. like if you get invited to the grammies or something he'll always come with you (his group will most likely never get nominated bc of the topics they like to talk about.) but he's never wearing a suit he just likes to dress like this:

in return you'll probably have to dress in a lot of black id you want to match or don't... he'll be like your statement piece for the night

if he's with you when you get your first award he'll literally pic you up and jump up and down with you for a few seconds before letting you go

if you normally win at award shows he just kisses you for a few seconds before letting go up to accept it

either way doesn't like to go up on stage with you hen you accept awards because he feels like he takes away from your moment but he dose walk you off and on stage. the only way he'll ho up on stage with you is if you're like crying really heavy then.

his band mates probably thought you were gonna be the hit it & quit it type because usually punks and non-punks don't last long but they were a little surprised when 1) you two lasted long and 2) you agreed with their views despite being industry.

sum sum sum idk how to end this

#spiderpunk x reader #spiderpunk x you #hobie brown x reader #hobie x you #hobie x reader #hobie brown x black!reader #x black reader #atsv x reader #atsv spoilers #hobie brown headcanons #hobie brown hcs

138 notes · View notes

sloppysequinz · 15 days

Text

Mona and Lacy's Saturday Night In

Mona's world spun around her.

Fuck it felt so good. The warmth and looseness...her body felt like it was floating. Her softness felt luxurious and decadent, the curves of her body an indulgence in themselves.

There was a bottle of wine in her hand. She raised it to her numb lips and tried to gulp deeply. Sticky red wine spilled down her chin and she giggled. She could feel the warmth of the alcohol spreading through her tits and hips and straight to her cunt. She was dripping. It felt sooo fucking good.

Following the trail of wine down her chest, she passed her hand through Lacy's pretty blond hair. Lacy was leaned against her chest, barely conscious enough to suck on Mona's soft and generous tits. Lacy was straddling one of Mona's thick thighs, and a sticky pool of liquid pooled under Lacy's soft cock, evidence of her evening of desperation.

Mona giggled again and groped around the couch cushions with wine-numbed fingers. Finally, she found her prize: the vape Lacy had dropped who knows how long ago. It was pink, just her color.

Mona pressed the vape to Lacy's lips. "C'mon, sweetie, it's time for a little more..." she cooed. Lacy slowly raised her head, eyes struggling to focus on Mona's face. Drool dripped from her lips. Mona might be drunk, but Lacy was braindead. Braindead and perfect.

"Whuuu...no, can't," Lucy slurred. "Soooo fuckinnnng high, can't...."

"Don't be shtupid, babyyyy," Mona replied. Her desire to destroy her pretty blond girlfriend's brain was overpowering her drunkenness. She nestled her wine bottle securely between couch cushions and ran her hand down Lacy's face. Lacy went in for a kiss, but Mona stopped her in her tracks by pinching her nose. Mona's hand pressed the vape into Lacy's mouth even more insistently.

"You've gotta breathe in, shilly. C'mooooon, breathe. It'll feel good, I promish!" Mona insisted. Lacy's bloodshot eyes rolled back in her head as she resisted, but she was too far gone to put up much of a fight. She breathed in. One, two, three breaths. Vapor came rushing out of Lacy's nose, fogging up both of their vision even more. Mona knew that this was when Lacy was the most beautiful.

"Gooooood girl," Mona purred. "Just breathe...I'll descide when you've had enough."

Despite her earlier protestations, as she was forced to inhale far past her limits, Lacy's hips began to roll unconsciously. She rutted her soft cock into Mona's soft thigh, whining as she exhaled more vapor. Mona grinned and pressed her thigh into Lacy's cock, making her whimper and shudder.

"Seeeee, honey, I know what's good for you. If it feels good, it ish good. Just breeeeathe, it's all you need."

When Mona finally released Lacy's nose and pulled the vape away, her girlfriend sat crosseyed and swaying for a couple of minutes. Her mouth gaped open.

"Babyyyyy, are you there? Need some help?" Mona could hardly keep from giggling.

"Uhhmmmm...."

"Do you know where you are?"

"Nooooooo...."

"I'll make it easy baby. You know who I am, right?" Mona asked. She reached down and smeared the slick on her leg against Lacy's cock. Lacy yipped and rocked into Mona's hand, suddenly alert. "Who makes you feel this good?"

"Mommy does, mommy, you're mommy, my mommy, please, please--"

Mona grinned and removed her hand, ignoring Lacy's whine of protest. "Sooooo smart! And does that mean you know who you are?"

"I'm uhm, stupid," Lacy grinned and giggled as she said it. "I'm stupid cumslut puppy! That's meeeeee!"

"Very good! I knew you were in there, shtupid puppy. Don't say no again, ok? Just let mommy make you a stupider cumslut puppy."

"Yes mommyyyyy" Lacy responded, leaning in to suck Mona's tits again.

"Pretty little bitch~" Mona, satisfied with her girlfriend's current lack of brainpower, pulled her wine from the cushions and leaned back. As she raised the bottle to her mouth, Lacy's hips started to roll again. "You like when your mommy gets this fuuucking washted, do you, puppy?" Mona asked between gulps. Lacy was watching her through crossed, unfocused eyes, humping Mona's thigh like a dog.

"Pleaaaase drink more, mommy, please" Lacy panted. Her damp bangs were plastered to her forehead. "I want you to drink mooooore please want mommy wasted...."

"How can I shay no to that?" Mona drawled. "But! You first." She held the bottle toward Lacy. Lacy's hips stuttered as she pulled back slightly.

"Nooo, but, I'm sooooo hiiiiiigh.....mommyyyyyy..."

Mona grinned, a plan coming together slowly in her alcohol-addled mind. "Yoooou drink the wine and I'll switch to the vodka, okie?~"

Within seconds, Lacy's lips were on the bottle, her clumsy fingers scrabbling against the side. Mona giggled and helped pour wine into Lacy's slack mouth.

When she finally had a secure grip and was suckling down the wine, Mona turned slowly to the side table. It was hard to judge how far away the bottle was, but she'd put it close by on purpose. For a second, she eyed the shot glass beside it, but decided not to bother. She clumsily grabbed the full vodka bottle and wrenched the top off just as Lacy finished her bottle.

Mona tipped back the bottle. It burned her throat and she shuddered in anticipation. "I hope yooou're....ready, " she slurred, going in for more vodka. "Mama's about to be fuuuucked up."

Fire burned to her cunt as she gulped the vodka. Lacy frantically ground against her. The world spun around her.

It felt so fucking good.

#intox #intox kink #intoxication play #intox play #intox k1nk #intox mommy in residence #my writing

40 notes · View notes

spookmemepls · 6 months

Text

☠ ― 𝑊ℎ𝑜 𝐹𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑅𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑅𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑖𝑡? 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠. (𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑡 𝟷𝟿𝟾𝟾 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑒, "𝑊ℎ𝑜 𝐹𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑅𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑅𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑖𝑡?".)

"Don't worry! Whatever you say!"

"Hey! Be careful with that gun!"

"This ain't no cartoon, y'know."

"I'll be in my trailer, taking a NAP!"

"Scotch on the rocks. And I mean ice."

"I can take it, don't worry about me!"

"Wait 'til he gets on his feet, THEN hit him with a boulder."

"How much do you know about show business, ___?"

"Look, I don't have time for this."

"What the hell happened in here...?!"

"The job's gonna cost you a hundred bucks."

"This is NO way to make a living..."

"Is that a rabbit in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"

"___! Is that you?!"

"Nice booby trap."

"I've worked with a lot of wise-quackers, but you are despicable."

"Kinda jumpy, aren't you, ___?"

"Get this straight, meatball. I don't work for toons."

"I think... I'm gonna faint..."

"That's it! That's the connection!"

"Well I don't work for peanuts."

"Another stupid news reel... aww, I HATE the news."

"You've been hanging around rabbits too long."

"I don't know who's toonier. You or ___."

"I'm not bad. I'm just drawn that way."

"OW! My biscuits are burnin'! Fire in the hatch!"

"Please, ___, can't you tell how much I need you?"

"I hope you're proud of yourself! And those pictures you took!"

"No toon can resist the old "shave and a haircut" bit."

"Hey, ___, don't you have a car?"

"Thanks for the cigarettes."

"Don't let me catch your peepin' face here again, got it?!"

"Nice monkey suit."

"Wiseass."

"Get outta here, get me some money, too."

"The whole thing stinks like yesterday's diapers."

"Put the poor guy/girl/etc. on two weeks notice. Cutbacks, they said."

"Here's to the pencil-pushers. May they all get lead poisoning."

"Tomorrow's Friday, ___. You know what happens here on Friday?"

"You got that camera of yours? Mine's in the shop."

"Yeah, that was a long time ago. We should do that again sometime."

"So what's his/her/their/etc. problem?"

"I know this all seems pretty painful now... but you'll find someone new."

"Got the password...?"

"Don't tell me you've lost your sense of humor already..."

"So I took a couple of dirty pictures. Sue me."

"I caught you with your PANTS down!"

"I'm surprised you're not more cooperative, ___."

"No, not all the time! Only when it was funny!"

"No wonder you hate me...!"

"C'mon, don't cry, I don't hate you."

"This means war."

"C'mon, ___, where's your sense of humor?"

"The stain is already gone; It's disappearing ink! No hard feelings, I hope."

"If it's ACME, it's a gasser!"

"One of these days you're gonna DIE laughing."

"Work's been kinda slow since cartoons went to color..."

"Not tonight, ___... I've got a headache..."

"But ___, you promised...!"

"What could have POSSIBLY happened to you to turn you into such a sourpuss?"

"Take comfort, ___, you're not the first man/woman/etc. whose S/O played patty cake on 'em."

"I won't believe it, I CAN'T believe it, I SHAN'T believe it..."

"Is there nothing that can permeate your impervious puss?"

"We're SUPPOSED to be hiding, what's WRONG with you?!"

"What's wrong with YOU? You're the only person in this theater that isn't laughing!"

"___'s the love of my life! The apple of my eye! The cream in my coffee...!"

"Drink this, it'll make you feel better."

"Just like a toon to drop a safe on a guy's/girl's/etc.'s head."

"I see working for a toon has rubbed off on you."

"My whole purpose in life is to make people laugh!"

"I've been risking my neck for you!"

"I'm looking for a murderer."

"You're my only hope...!"

"You keep talking like that and I'm gonna have to wash your mouth out."

"Ain't I a stinker?"

"A better lover than a driver, huh?"

"Seriously, what do you see in that guy/girl/etc.?"

"Give me another excuse to pump you full of lead!"

"We toons may ACT idiotic, but we're not stupid!"

"We demand justice, but the real meaning of the word probably hits you like a ton of bricks!"

"___, darling, I want you to know that I love you."

#sentence starters #rp sentence starters #sentence meme #rp sentence meme #roleplay starters #[ General Starters. ]#[ Starters. ]#[ My Starters. ]#[ Mine. ]#This is one of my favorite movies so this is a longer one lmao #//tw: smoking mention #//tw: alcohol mention #//tw: murder mention #//tw: suggestive

29 notes · View notes

ruthless-rainbow · 1 year

Text

A Call from the Ocean (Introduction)

Ohmygoodness, you guys, I finally finished my concept art for my big Thiam project and this is the introduction to my latest AU. (This is just the beginning, so I hope you are ready for a bit of a ride. 😅) I am so happy for you all to finally meet my little mer!Theo. 🥺 & Welcome to; A Call from the Ocean Summary; Liam Dunbar likes to think he's just your average, everyday, twenty-two year old guy. A College student majoring in history. Captain and star of the swim team. And seemingly just a happy go lucky person. But if only life were that simple. And for Liam, living with his disorder is anything but. Not everyone will and can understand what it's like living with IED. Forced to explain his outbursts of what others see as irrational anger and feeling like a freak. Liam finds solace and peace in one place. The ocean. He's felt the pull of the sea for as long as he can remember and it's like a second home to him. But could there be something else that calls Liam to the waters edge? Something more that lurks beneath the waves? And somewhere deep under the surface of that very ocean is where Theo calls home. An outcast of his kind, a survivor despite the odds being against him and leader of his small pod of three. Theo wonders if there could ever be more to his cold, painful existence. He wonders if he'll ever know a real life, a life lived and not just survived. He wonders if he'll ever experience a touch that's more than claws piercing his flesh and littering his skin with scars. Theo would give anything to know that there is something out there better than this. ..... A few things about this AU, I love mermaids/merpeople and have always been fascinated by them. So, I really couldn't resist making an AU for my all time favorite OTP. And when I imagined Theo as a mer, I fell in love with him and I just couldn't get him out of my head. I jumped all in and let it consume me for months. 😅 Waiting until MERMAY to finally post him. 💜 I had a lot of fun with his design and I didn't want 'frilly Disney mermaid' vibes. I wanted Theo to be beautiful, of course. But I also wanted him to be just a little bit terrifying. 😅 like, yes, he could rip your throat out and drown you before you can even scream, but he would look so pretty while he does it that you may just thank him for the experience. 😅🤣 Also, yes, I did one of his concept arts twice because I wanted to show the fact that parts of Theo are bioluminecent. I mean, c'mon, Bioluminecense is one of the most beautiful and magical things about the ocean, so it only felt right to make him that way. So I did a 'night' version but I still wanted you to be able to see the colors of his fans in both kinds of lighting. Last but never least, I have a few people that I really need to give a shoutout to for this AU. I was truly nervous about it, so I decided to reach out to a few of the wonderful friends I have made on here to get their thoughts and opinions. I honestly couldn't have made this peice if it wasn't for you all because your feedback and support has been vital for this. And we are talking months of y'all having to deal with my nonesense. 😅😅😅 @sterekshipper-writer, @thiamsxbitch, @sydney-winchester, @wolfboy88, @sapphire-rising-sun, @stitchkiss All of you are so f*cking amazing and I heart you all so much. 💜 I really, really hope you all will like my little mer!Theo and I really hope I will be seeing you again when I post the first chapter to the story in the next few weeks. 💜 Ya’ll . 😘 ✌️💜🌈

#thiam #thiam fanart #theo raeken #theo raeken fanart #thiam fanfic #ruthless' art #mer!theo #mermay 2023 #Mermaids #merpeople #merpeople au #soulmate au #true mate au

64 notes · View notes

ecoamerica · 1 month

Text

youtube

Watch the 2024 American Climate Leadership Awards for High School Students now: https://youtu.be/5C-bb9PoRLc

The recording is now available on ecoAmerica's YouTube channel for viewers to be inspired by student climate leaders! Join Aishah-Nyeta Brown & Jerome Foster II and be inspired by student climate leaders as we recognize the High School Student finalists. Watch now to find out which student received the $25,000 grand prize and top recognition!

17K notes · View notes

milks-thoughts · 1 year

Text

IM MAKING MORE :DD since people seemed to like my last post

this is so self-indulgent I can’t. I'm sorry if this writing is dog water

not proofread!

word count: 867

TW: death, war, apocalypse, illness, it’s bad future rottmnt we all know what’s going down

“ And it was nice “

Your hands gently shook, you looked at the smooth ground. Your lover's shell laying on the wall. your mouth opens in a small breathy intake before you sobbed.

" I knew you once, and it was nice. "

You were 16, a dumb teenager doing a science experiment on your roof. the chemical compound had exploded and colored the roof in a purple disaster. you turned and looked at your friend, his normally green face was purple like yours. a small laugh left you as you tried cleaning his face. he pushed you off and grumbled at you "C'mon! let me help- I was the one who wasn't listening to you and made the mess " Donnie just glared and you playfully shoved him a bit

" I knew your brain and your heart...and all your insides "

The first major casualty of the resistance hurt. it was a group of 30 that ended like a few ants on the sidewalk. It was a mission to infiltrate the Kraang and destroy a large portion of them. Donnie's tech had been destroyed like nothing like the titanium was just toothpicks. it had hurt him but no one said anything about it. your oh so rough hands held his face gently. he leaned into your touch and you simply sat there, letting his fears wash away. your gentle touches helped to heal his scars.

"Oh, I could tell, just with a look. what you were thinking, that's all it took "

Donnie glared after Leo, it was their fourth argument of the week and it was only Wednesday. April held CJ close to her before walking off, Mikey left in the middle again. you sighed and followed after Donnie, his prosthetic leg uncomfortably moving with each stride. his eyebrows furrowed in what one person could explain as anger. But you could see, he was scared. you all were. Cassandra died and left a child with the resistance, the apocalypse was no place for a baby after all. you caught up to your lover, his gaze softened when he turned to you. you simply held his face like all those years ago. you quickly learned to become the glue after Raph died a few months back

" you shared your secrets, and I shared mine "

He looked down and spoke to you of his plans " I'm going to plant an explosive in the Kraang base " he spoke of your mission in a few months. the resistance was charging the main Kraang base. you planned to attack Kraang Prime and hit him where it hurt. your eyes widened as he continued " the explosive will only detonate if you are within ten feet of it " your eyes widened in horror "Donatello no! " you yelled at him, already knowing what he was planning " the resistance needs this! " you felt tears brim your eyes as you sucked in a shaky breath " But I need you " the silence had never been more deafening.

" silence was comfy, without having to try "

You were going over food and other supplies, and he was fixing someone's prosthetic that had gotten stuck. Donnie, he smiled at you. It was another late night when you both struggled to fall asleep. You remembered nights like this before everything happened. Nights where you would draw, or do late-night school reports. and he worked on tech, you missed school even if it was hell. the apocalypse started right as you started college, April had convinced you to join her.

" We swapped our smiles, gifted advice "

Donnie smiled widely at you once you both figured out how to get the power working again. the resistance needed power, especially in the infirmary. He glanced at your paper afterward, you were quickly placed in charge of keeping track of food and other materials " you should also write when they'll expire " you hummed in agreement. too many times the food you have relied on has gone bad. You looked at the machine he was working on " you should grease the cogs a bit more, it's not gonna go fast enough "

" yes, I knew you once "

you tried fighting against Leo's hold as Mikey led the remaining resistance away. the plan had gone terribly and Donnie, your love, your life died for no reason. All you had left was a battleshell, his mask wrapped around one of its arms. you sobbed into its hard material. you have never felt more anguish, not even when you lost your parents.

" And it was nice "

the resistance had gotten sick with some strange illness. you were recovering from an amputated leg. April stayed at your side the whole time, they all knew you weren't going to survive. Hell, you knew you won't survive. so you held out until CJ had become a nice young man, and Mikey had such power that he could open portals, where April's hair had started to become gray. you couldn't help but let go, illness was pain, it was suffering. your eyes had become sunken in and your body was refusing food. You didn't feel as tired anymore. You blinked and saw the one person you prayed you'd see in death " I wondered when you were finally going to rest my love "

#bittersweetness #angst #rottmnt x you #rottmnt x reader #donnie x reader #rise of the tmnt movie #literally killed me #future donnie #god i hope this is tagged right

129 notes · View notes

hopelesscatdad · 10 months

Text

@rollingwheels @kaderp C'mon yall, a lil originality. Dbdhdhd I'm joshing, but one of you better say Jinx to get some free soda from the other. Never turn down free soda.

Ramone proposes. Not because he's a dude, but because it feels right. It's their dynamic. He would follow Flo to the end of the earth, and he would do anything to make her happy. He doesn't wait long, proposing on only their first relationship anniversary. Technically, a week before, as he proposes on the day they met. He offers that this might be fast, but it was only a week before they were together, it as fast then too, and he says that he didn't think he was worthy of even touching her, and he doesn't think he's worthy of even asking this now, but would she marry him?

She says yes, of course. Tells him he is more than worthy, always has been. He's tearing up, and then they're kissing, and Ramone swears he's the luckiest guy in the world that the most beautiful, sassy, fun girl happened to cruise into his shop and never leave a year ago. Flo is so eternally grateful that she followed her friends into that art deco building, leading her to an utter gentleman dedicated to treating her like a queen no matter what.

They keep kissing, but it's not passionate. They're not making out. They just don't want to leave the other. They stay side by side, overlooking the Ornament Valley from one of their favorite secret pullouts up in the mountains.

We know from the diecasts that during their wedding Ramone is painted up like Flo. She insisted that the color theme could be anything Ramone wanted, and still he matches her. It's a testament to their first interaction again. She's too good to touch. She's already painted perfectly for the wedding. She at least convinces him to do his paintjob in his classic metallic flake.

I like to think it was a smaller wedding. Maybe some relatives if they have any/any that could come. But otherwise, it's just the town residents. The town is Ramones family now, and quickly becoming Flos too. Besides, Flo has come to realize she doesn't miss the crowds from her showgirl days anyways.

Sheriff puts up detour signs to redirect travelers through backstreets. While he enjoys the festivities, he's also very dedicated to ensuring no one barges in on the event.

There's no dress code, though many opted in for a paintjob similar to what they had already, only darker, she with more clear coat. A more formal version of what they already had(for Luigi this resulted in more of an almost gold hue, as straight darkening of yellow is never good)

Ramone tears up again during the vows, but it's alright because this time Flo does too. They kiss long and slow, without a care to who is watching, townie or redirected tourist far off in the distance. They're inseparable the rest of the day, driving so close they're often grazing the other. They masterfully slowdance(unable to resist, they'd been practicing excitedly for at least a week in private), and quickly establish their own freestyle dancing for general music, from carefree and fun to purposeful and flirtatious.

Everyone has a blast, and for all of them but Lizzie, it's their first wedding in town. Lizzie thanks them for getting married in front of the town hall, instead of booking a vendor at a larger, nearby city. They assure her that wasn't even a thought in their heads.

The event was only planned for the afternoon and early evening, but everyone was so happy and joyous, they never opened back up, and simply continued to play the music, hang out, and occasionally dance for the rest of the day and night.

Anyways that's all for now, feel free to send more asks about these two!

#pixar cars #disney pixar cars #flo #ramone #ramone x flo #ask

11 notes · View notes

residentdormouse · 11 months

Text

Word Search Time!

@mrsmungus knows I can’t resist a good word find tag game. I searched my current WIP, and none of the words came up. (I only have a whole 3k written, I’m not surprised.) So hope you don’t mind me digging through the posted stuff again. I tried to pull everything from Supply Run since most of that was written post our ride to Alliteration Station, but I missed one. Had to go back to Wonderland for sugar. That somehow seems appropriate.

No pressure tagging: @thebewingedjewelcat, @shrinkthisviolet, @asirensrage, @bluejay-in-write, (and @mrsmungus - if you would want to go for a tag back!)

And as Always - OPEN TAG - if you want to join, please do and just '@' me. Consider yourself tagged.

My words: Sugar, Stretch, Rainbow, Fire, and Mask

Your words: Sun, Clouds, Wind, Rain, and Lightning (you know I can’t resist a good theme - substitute as needed.)

Sugar

from: Spiral - Chapter Twenty Nine (three in one section - had to use it)

He raised his hand to display the fully stocked bar behind him. "Pick your poison."

She swished her mouth back and forth, running through calculations in her head. Then it hit her. She walked over and crossed behind him into the bar. After a quick scan, her sights landed on the Frangelico and vanilla vodka bottles. Both were pulled out quickly, as well as two shot glasses. She rummaged through the unlabeled containers and stopped on the sugar. It was added to the other selected items.

"Fuck! Lemons. We need lemons…" he raised an eyebrow at her, but she sprang back quickly. "You got any of those lemon juice containers?"

His head tipped ever so slightly towards the shelves on the end, and she began scavenging the drawers.

"Alright…we're just gonna have to do this like a fucking tequila shot then."

She came over, and began pouring a fifty fifty split into the glasses. When it was clear he was not moving, she raised her eyebrows.

"You're gonna make me drink all by myself? C'mon now. Isn't it bad luck or some shit to refuse drinks before," she paused and waved her hand about, "well, whatever the hell this is."

He forced a smile as she slid the glass down to him. Once it stopped, she grabbed a small scoop of sugar, put it on the back of her hand, and soaked it with a squirt of lemon juice. The sugar tin was slid down to him in the same manner as the shot, and the lemon juice container followed shortly with a light toss.

"I'm not sure what a common ground toast would be for us. Don't know that there is one. I just wanted a fun shot before things went to shit."

Stretch and Rainbow (I found a two-fer!)

from: Supply Run

“You shouldn’t…. Don’t want to get… You don’t want this, man.”

“If it was going to hit me, Ben, it would have already.”

The words caused another wave of internal dialog. Just how was he able to avoid this? The rest of the world was dying, and he was left behind, unaffected. One would think that would have been a blessing, but it only caused him more ambivalence. Was he thankful to not be laid up on a bed, on the floor, spending his final hours choking on his own fluids and gasping for relief; of course. Who wouldn’t be? Was he thankful to be left alive in a dying world, left to further embrace a life of solitude? Well. That he wasn’t so sure about. Still, there were ways to make the best of anything, and that logic is what brought him back to town.

“Here.”

The single word pulled him from his thoughts, and he took possession of the object now held out to him: a plain silver key with a brightly colored rainbow lanyard.

“The code is 40420. In case of error, go get weed.”

It was the longest stretch of words the younger man had been able to string together since Glen’s arrival, and it certainly taxed him to do so. The amount of coughing that followed made up for its prior absence. After the spell wore down, he glanced back up, and Glen could see the tears running down his cheeks. Down his face to his neck where they were lost amongst the bloated, mucus crusted folds.

“The guys found it amusing.”

“It is.”

But for something amusing, neither of them laughed. Somber wasn’t a quality Glen liked to link himself to, but in times like these, there wasn’t room for much else.

Fire

from: Supply Run - Fish On

While Stu made his way back, Glen looked out onto the river. His line had ventured farther down the way, and he gave a few quick turns on the reel to bring it back into view.

Not that it did much good.

Once Harold offered to start up the fire for the evening, Glen took his leave from the group. Grabbed his beer, a pole, and a folding camp chair, before heading down to try his luck. That had to be an hour ago. At least. Aside from a slightly growing buzz, he hadn’t caught a damn thing. No bites. No lost bait. Not even a nibble.

Another few cranks of the reel, and his attention turned back to Stu. “Ah, well, it never was about the fish anyway, although I wouldn’t turn them down if they came, mind you.” With the final drop gone, he set his empty can down and cracked into the new one. “No. May not seem like it, but sometimes, you have to set aside some time to just ‘ be’ . Even now. Hell, especially now. Time that you can just sit down, have a beer, watch the sunset. Shoot the shit with some enjoyable company.” He shot a smirk to Stu at this, and it was promptly returned. “Enjoy all that life has to offer. You don’t, and well, you end up losing sight of it all. If you can’t enjoy the little things, then what the hell are we still here for? Why are we doing it?”

Mask

From: Supply Run - Playing the Long Game

Footsteps could be heard behind him. One last attempt was made to fix his expression, adjust his mask as it were, but he had already spent too much time in his head. Before he could turn, he felt the grip on his back. The light shake that rippled through his body. The laughing echoing in his ear as Teddy’s arm rested across his shoulders in a half hug. Little choice was left in the matter, and Harold reluctantly followed in step as Teddy continued to walk forward, oblivious to any resistance.

"Couple of us are going down to the dorms. Use the generator to set up a movie night. Whaddya say?"

"Oh, that's… I'm not sure—"

"C'mon, everybody needs a little break here and there!"

But that’s what Teddy failed to realize; this wasn't a break. Not to him. What Teddy was proposing was entering a social battle that required constant vigilance. Anticipate the moves, blend into the background when possible, and strike out only with a sure bet. Practiced movements and rehearsed repertoire. Break? Exhausting is what it was, and Harold certainly didn't have the energy to put up a front for that long. Not after a full day of cleanup. The thought of the daily activities only ushered in a wave of fresh memories. Sensory recall he wished he could will away. Smells that would threaten to up heave anything he managed to put down. Decomposition. It lingered in his nostrils and he could almost taste it. That’s all that was there for him. Death. Disgust…

All things he would put up with to position himself where he needed to. A place to get the most leverage when the time came.

#mouse's tag games and reblogs #I missed this game - thank you!

10 notes · View notes

kayssweetdreams · 1 year

Text

Maestro Hiccups 3: Chaos Incarnate Ch 29

"Maybe we should find the NiGHTS person first...if they can fly, that does give us an advantage." You say. Leo gives a smug look to Emma while she huffs at him "Well then, let's go. Where do we start?" She asks.

Owl hoots. "Well, The only way out of here, is through the door back to the Dream Gate. However I must say, it is an absolute miracle that the gate hasn't been affected yet." Leo and Emma pale. The last time someone tested fate, it didn't end well. "Owl...Maybe you shouldn't say stuff like that..." Emma says warily. "She's right. We can't jinx ANYTHING. Even if the Dream Gate hasn't been affected yet, there is no way of knowing that it might be affected later on..." Leo added.

Almost in cue, another large wave of powerful magic came careening towards you all "HOO! INCOMING!" Owl shouts. You rush to cover as quickly as you could, with Leo and Emma doing the same thing. In seconds, the wave was gone, but the world around you was even more warped than before, with it even more harder to even determine what was the ground, and what was the sky anymore. On the bright side, you hadn't gotten affected again. "You guys alright?" You ask.

Leo and Emma peek out from a very large...moon shaped carrot "We're alright. How about you Owl?" Leo asked, but there was no answer from the large bird. "Owl?" Emma asks, but once again, he doesn't respond. "Hoo...I'm right here visitors...but I'm afraid I had been too late for shelter." He says. A shiver goes down your spines. What could have happened to Owl? You carefully walk over to where you heard his voice, terrified of what could have happened to him. Did he change into a eagle? Was he as small as a fly? The questions continue to run through your head as you get closer to him.

When you finally make it over to him, you see what has become of the old bird. Instead of a portly owl in a waistcoat, he now was a flamboyant, rainbow colored peacock in a iridescent tuxedo. "I know...I look absolutely ridiculous." He muttered in embarrassment. You try to resist the urge to burst into laughter, after all, you had to prevent THIS from happening to you as well. "Well, C'mon then, let's go." You say, snickering every now and then at Owl's new appearance.

Leo and Emma find that challenge much harder, as they immediately burst into laughter at Owl's new look. Owl gives an annoyed squawk "I say! You must respect your elders! We haven't much time, and we must find NiGHTS." He says, his tail flaring out. This however makes Leo and Emma laugh even more. After at least a good 10 minutes of them...laughing at Owl, they had finally began to walk over to the door that lead back to the Dream Gate. You now see a new door next to the door with the Ring on it. This one now had what appeared to be a music note on it.

#Balan Wonderworld #NiGHTS into Dreams #Leo Craig #Emma Cole #Owl

9 notes · View notes

ofhope-a · 1 year

Text

@xamassed sent in this unprompted...

She could have made herself known through the front door, but rather than do something ordinary and boring, she draped herself into the window around the back of the building and let out a long, loud groan of aching boredom. “Hey, Sparkler. I'm bored. Do something with me. C'mon. C'mon. C'mon.” anita

Typically not one to jump at the slightest bump in the night — Yoimiya is more prone to chasing after any presumed haunter than cowering in fear from them! — the pyrotech's jolt is, quite possibly, a shock to them both... but, maybe that was to do with the all-nighter on top of a semi-nighter? Either way, Anita's entry was met with resistance from none other than herself, and that was only because she was halfway certain undead soldiers were marching her way.

Half-dreamt scenarios aside, her eep! is silenced with a slack-jawed yawn, before Yoimiya descends once more... ish.

“You knooow, my shop needs a good repair or two! If yooou~ ever wanna' make a rockin' entrance, be my guest! But - maybe steer clear of my worktable? I kinda need my tools, and my hands, and any vital thingies nearby,” hopping up from her sleep-warm stool, Yoimiya stretches her arms high above her head, sighing at a couple pops. “Good thing you showed up when you did! 'Caaaause I've gotta' few things in store for you! And by few I mean one and by in store I mean handcrafted. Oh-kay, so you knooow how Geo and Pyro Visions don't interact with one another, riiight?”

None too subtly, Yoimiya plops a steel-crested object nearest her guest. Its exterior is awash with color, each typically blending into the yellow-hue by which her element is best known for. They're not the typical set of brass knuckles one can find in any shop, no, though they are reinforced like them -- spiked tips, though curiously, they appear to double as canisters. Hmm.

“These bad boys sprinkle saltpeter over your opponent! However, they don't react until a hint of Elemental Energy is detected. Soo, activate your Vision, and BAM! Pyro, Geo team-up! How's about taking it for a test run?”

#xamassed #ic‚ yoimiya.#Chaos is brewing.#THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SENDING THIS IN ARIEL I LOVE THESE GALS SO MUCH. ;__; <3 <3

2 notes · View notes

captainnameless · 2 years

Note

There's a knock on Daniel's driver's room door post-race, so quiet he almost misses it. When swinging the door open reveals a pouty, exhausted Lando, he's quick to pull the younger into the room - away from prying eyes. "Hey bub, what's-" He doesn't get the opportunity to finish his question before Lando is throwing himself in Daniel's arms. Of course, Daniel wraps his arms around the little - it was a long day for both of them; he needed this just as much as Lando. (1) - 👻

Daniel assumes it's a normal, albeit prolonged, hug after a rough day, until he feels the telltale sign of Lando's shoulders trembling. "Oh, Lando. It's over now, yeah? On to better and brighter races." Even as Lando nods, Daniel can still feel the younger wedge a hand between them, desperately trying to scrub tears out of his eyes. "Why don't we get you changed, hmm? Something cozy instead of that race suit?" Erase any reminders of today, Daniel thinks but doesn't add. (2) Lando makes no move to pull away, and though Daniel can't quite make out the words spoken around the thumb jammed in the other's mouth, it sounds something like "Wan' yous, Danny." So he simply stays there, holding the boy, drawing what he hopes are comforting patterns on Lando's back, until the younger grows restless. Daniel has to resist the urge to grimace when the sleeve of his hoodie is pinched between Lando's damp thumb and index finger. "Want yours, Danny!" Oh. That request is clear. (3) Daniel is practically beaming (and frankly, looking forward to the opportunity to spam Carlos with a series of photos of the little requesting to wear his clothing for a change). "The hoodie thief strikes again, huh?" Daniel asks, laughter leaving his lips when Lando nods with enthusiasm. "C'mon, bub," Daniel holds out his hand, and the exhausted little is quick to take it. "Let's get my bag, let you pick out your new hoodie." (4) [Idk what this was, I blame McLaren for making me emotional] end of ask

mate, you’re in my brain and in my inbox do you know how many asks i’ve got harassing me over some post Canada race Dando. here you have it folks, i almost love it too much to add on but i’ll indulge ya.

Lando’s a face mush hugger for sure, just absolutely wishes he could disappear into whatever other party is part of said hug, also will be offended if you then don’t get what he’s trying to say even if he’s got a finger or two in his mouth and might possibly be suffocating. Daniel’s used to it by now, has figured out for the most part how to connect the incomprehensible muffles to existing english words although not as well as Carlos can. he’s winning today tho, cause Lando requested his hoodie, and he’s gonna milk that for all he can.

He wraps his hand around Lando’s sleeve covered one, mostly catching the fabric of the mint colored hoodie with just his little finger tips peeking out, barely brushing against Daniel’s hold. They’re sneaking out late enough for it to be dark, and most if not all the drivers have left the grid already. He figures the paparazzi has left, possibly to get some pictures of some stray drivers partying in the city. And even if they catch a photo, Lando’s hardly recognizable in the hoodie he seems to be drowning in, hood done up and curls hidden by the purple beaning the matches the giant number 3 on Lando’s back. The younger follows easily, his free hand scrubbing at his eyes as a yawn escapes him.

“You tired, Bub?” Daniel asks as he squeezes them through the tight exit, guiding Lando to the car.

“Yea.” It comes out through another yawn and Daniel figures he must really be, if he’s admitting to it.

“Bed soon.” Daniel promises as he fits Lando in the car, pressing a kiss to Lando’s forehead as he buckles him in.

The rides quick and easy but Lando’s fast asleep when they get to the hotel anyway. Daniel contemplates carrying him in, but thinks too much of the risk of fans and paparazzi camping outside the hotel so he gentle shakes Lando awake, and gets a grumbled out whine in return while his hands get batted away. “Noooooo.”

“Shh.” Daniel soothes, catching one of Lando’s hands before he gets sweater-pawed in the face. “Cm’on. We gotta show Papa how cool you look.”

The mention of Carlos gets him to squint an eye open and a minute later he’s got Lando leaning into his side while they make their way to Carlos’ hotel room.

The door is opened after only two knocks and Carlos hasn’t even fully opened the door yet before Lando flops himself against the Spaniard, hands catching the T-shirt he’s wearing as he lets out a content sigh of. “Papa.”

“Hi cariño.” Carlos smiles while Daniel ushers them both in, closing the door behind him. “What’s all this huh?” He asks, lifting the beanie off of Lando’s head and freeing the messy curls.

“That’s the best merch you ever did see.” Daniel quips while Lando nods along, eyes already closing as he puts his weight on Carlos. “‘S pretty, Papa.”

Carlos doesn’t miss the way Daniel’s face lights up in his trademark grin and can’t help but smile too. “It is, amor.”

They talk for a minute while Lando seems to have managed to fall asleep standing upright, that is until Daniel’s pressing kissing to his head with a promise to see him tomorrow.

“No!” Is the immediate whine he gets, eyes blinking open while he frees one of his hands to grab at Daniel. “Stay.”

Daniel shares a look with Carlos while Lando keeps tugging on Daniel’s hoodie, a string of “pretty please’s” leaving his mouth.

Carlos shrugs, putting a finger to Lando’s lips to hush him. “The bed’s pretty big.”

#littlef1adventures #lf1a.minific #👻 anon

7 notes · View notes

sunny6677 · 2 years

Text

Eddie Eddie Literature Club!

(Act 1, Chapter 2)

(TW: THIS IS A DDLC X EDDSWORLD CROSSOVER. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, IF DDLC TRIGGERS YOU, THEN DONT READ THIS. AND TAKE THIS WARNING SERIOUSLY.)

(BTW the player is you, just so ya know)

And slight tw for this chapter: heavy amounts of pain and slight dark humor towards the end

--------------------------‐----------------

Matt pulled me down the street, as I yelped helplessly behind him. I was truly hopeless with this stupid, child-like man dragging me around. The only reason I agreed to this was for the food and booze.. yet it came with the price of pain.

I panted and tried to tell Matt to stop, but it only came out in pained gibberish as he moved faster, it was almost scary. How could a human man move at such speed?

The running came to a close fortunately when we had came across a house. Matt proudly smiled and put a hand on his hip as he pulled my arm closer. "Ah, here it is!"

I coughed roughly; "How on-- earth are-- you so-- fast?!.." I tried to say, but it only came out in broken coughs of misery. Matt looked down at me, "Hmm.. maybe it was that blue quill I ate earlier?"

"Wha- what?" I raised a brow, confused, but still coughed toughly anyway. Matt shrugged, "Oh, nothing-- now, c'mon!"

Like a flash of light, he grabbed my arm tighter and dragged me towards the door of the house, and knocked on the dark brown door. He smiled patiently as I coughed more and more. Seriously, how was he so fast?!

The door then creaked open, and out peeked a man.

It was a man. He had dark brown hair, and eyes that looked like emeralds with how green they were, they were like a jungle full of life. He had a green hoodie on, and slightly grayish brown pants. In his hand, he held a singular, cold Cola.

"Oh, Matt! There you are! It's about club time, where've you been?" He asked, a cute English accent tinted to his voice. Matt grinned, "I brought a new member!"

He let go of me, and sent my torso slumping down, leaning towards the floor as I gasped for air.

"Oh, perfect! Bring them in." The man smiled, not acknowledging my suffering whatsoever. "Okay!" Matt then pulled me in, and I immediately knew i was in a different place. For some reason, the aura of the place felt different. Cold, yet still.. strange, in a way.

My hands fell to my knees as I coughed again and again, I heard footsteps coming in the room, but my body kept coughing anyway. A masculine, norweigan voice then spoke; "Jeez, Matt, what did you do to them?"

"Eh, dragged them around to the point where they have a coughing fit, the usual!" Matt answered proudly, placing both hands on his hips.

I looked up, and the man whom I presume was the norweigan one came up to me.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Y/N. Matt's been speaking about you for quite a while now."

His hair was spiked, and it was a light brown color. He had a visibly missing tooth, though for some reason it was oddly cute. He had a comfortable looking red hoodie, and black pants. His skin was oddly pale for some reason, and there was a bandage on the right side of his cheek.

He held out his hand, and I weakly placed it in his to shake it. An electric shock then raced through my body, as I fell to the floor and coughed again out of surprise.

"Hahah! Oh, that was priceless!" He cackled sadistically, looking down at me with a amused grin.

He disattached something from his hand, and a strange object I had never seen before in my life fell onto the floor.

He kneeled down and held out his hand again, "Oh, sorry-- couldn't resist, one of my inventions."

I held out my hand, and shook it while shivering. Nothing went through my body this time, but it was still terrifying.

He pulled me up to the floor, and another man came in. But it was a visibly different man compared to the others.

He had black eyes, that were like a cave of mystery and shadows. His skin was pale, and he had pineapple-resembling light brown hair. He had a dark blue hoodie and black pants.

"Oh, great. You brought another one." His voice was deeper compared to everyone else, but was English too. Matt smiled happily, and held me close; "Yep! And they're the member I was talking about!"

"Do they have Smirnoff?" Asked the man. "N.. Nnnnnooo?.." Said Matt, seemingly confused by his question but still smiling. The man stood silently for a moment, but went back into the room he came out of.

...

All words escape me in this situation. This club.. while incredibly threatening in an odd way.. was full of incredibly handsome boys!

"Helloo??? Earth to Y/N?"

I snapped out of my glazed thoughts as Matt waved a hand in front of my face, "A-Ah, sorry-- spaced out." I apologized immediately.

He grinned, "Eh, no worries-- now, let me go make you meet everyone because I want you to see my novelty toy collection!"

He dragged me again, but not fast enough to the point of coughing again, just feeling dizzy.

I placed a hand on my head as he wrapped an arm around my shoulder area. He then held out an arm as he began to point to all of them one by one.

"So this is Tord, the nicest one in the club!" Matt pointed at the norweigan guy, who was poking at the guy with no eyes cheek while smirking maliciously.

He noticed this comment, and smiled while making a peace sign. The man with no eyes then punched him.

"And thats Tom, you can just ignore him when he gets moody.." He whispered that last part really loudly as he pointed to the guy with no eyes, 'Tom' only looked more annoyed when he made that comment. "

Wow, i feel so loved.." He sarcastically said.

Matt then finally pointed to the guy with the green hoodie. "And thats Edd, President of the club! He's probably the most artistic here~" He smiles.

Edd only sips on his Cola, but smiles at me anyway.

"And of course, there's me! The vice president! And the most handsome here~" He smugly said, making a finger gun. I only rolled my eyes at that, but smiled.

"O- Okay, but-" I was then cut off by Tom suddenly pulling out a bottle of alcohol. He threw it to me.

"If booze was what you were looking for, then there." He said blankly, showing no emotion.

I stood, surprised, how did he know I was going to ask that so quickly?

I held it in my hand, and looked around for a place to sit. The couch seemed like the only option, since the only two other people sitting on it were Tord and Tom.

Tord practically had Tom cornered against the couch as he teased him about something I couldn't understand.

I sat on the edge of the couch, and twisted the lid off the alcohol. I felt a gaze on me for a moment, and then another moment more.

Then suddenly, a bag of chips flung towards me, and a volume of what appeared to be manga.

I looked. And saw that Tord had been the one who threw it my way. "You looked depressed, so there." He said. That was.. an odd thing to say, but I replied anyway; "Um, okay.."

It then went silent for a moment, as I found myself clinging to my thoughts again. Matt sat beside me and wrapped an arm around me once more; he said something, but I payed no attention.

What had I gotten myself into?

Were handsome men really worth pain?

...

Of course they were! I'd let myself get stabbed for cute men!

////////////////////

Just so you know, these are specifically the legacy versions. I don't like the beyond versions since I don't like beyond or Matt hargreaves(he's ableist, friends with very problematic people and so on) so yeah-

#eddsworld #edd #matt #tord #tom #ddlc

6 notes · View notes

osaemu · 6 months

Text

.ೃ࿐ DUBCON + KITSUNE!DAZAI

contents: fem!reader. dubcon, coercion-ish, blah blah usual kitsune smut tropes. there isn't actually any smut in this tho, part two comin' soon...

one cool autumn evening, you decide on a whim to spend the weekend in a cottage in a forest. on your first night there, a fox pads onto your front porch and pitifully paws at your door. naturally, you open up and let the fox in—because who could resist those warm brown eyes? so you feed it a bit of your food and let the fox sleep next to you in your twin-size bed.

the next day the fox follows you around for hours, tugging at the hem of your pants and curling up on your lap whenever you sit down. it's cute and very, very clingy, which is why you dread having to leave and return to the outside world.

on your last night in the cottage, as you're packing up your things, the fox hops on your bed and rolls over, looking at you in a way that makes you think it wants you to stay. but you can't, and you actually take a couple minutes to tell this to the fox—but it's not like it can understand you, right?

you look away for just a second to grab one of your coats, and as you turn back to toss it in your duffel bag, a very different sight greets you than the one you saw moments ago. where the scruffy brown lay a second ago, there's now a handsome man with a cheeky pout on his lips.

besides the change in size and species, the first thing you notice about him is his eyes—they're the same. the same exact color. then you see his tail—no, tails—all nine of them.

"what the—" you start, cutting yourself off with a squeal when the man moves. he grins at you, stretching out his arms and legs before sitting up and ruffling his hair.

"thanks for taking care of me the past couple days," the man says with a soft smile. he tsks at the way you watch, dumbfounded and bewildered as he flicks his ears. "what, do you not know what a kitsune is? my my, these kids really don't know anythin' ..."

"this can't be real," you mumble, looking everywhere but at the man's strangely attractive features.

"are your hands shaking?" he asks curiously, warm yet piercing eyes focusing on your hands. you hide them behind your back and force yourself to stay still.

"no ... anyways, how is this—"

the kitsune prevents you from finishing your sentence by standing up and leaning in playfully, and the next thing you know he's taken you by the wrist and is pulling you back down onto your bed.

"shh, relax," he cooes, placing a finger on your trembling lips. "you let me in your bed for the past two nights, what's one more gonna do? except this time, we'll be doin' a bit more than just sleeping, if you catch my gist."

"h-huh? you try to shove him away, but it's no use—he's stronger than you, and he easily pins your wrists above your head.

"aw, c'mon, don't be like that," he huffs, watching you struggle underneath him. "i'ma make you feel so good as repayment for how sweetly you've treated me this weekend, yeah?"

"i don't—"

"you won't need to talk," he interjects, grinning down at you teasingly. "actually, don't even bother. the only words i wanna hear out of that pretty mouth of yours are my name, m'kay?"

you open your mouth to scream, and the kitsune only laughs at your unspoken threat. "you're so cute, thinkin' that anyone'll be here to help you even if you scream. you're all alone, sweetheart. and all mine."

the man leans down and nips your neck, hard enough to leave an imprint on your skin. you squirm underneath him, eyes filling up with tears the longer he teases you. the kitsune raises his eyebrows when he sees a single tear trace a line down your cheek and he scoffs in disbelief. "c'mon, sweet thing, i'm not gonna hurt you. just be a good girl and don't fight back, 'kay? i promise i won't hurt you any more than i have to. make this easy for me, mhm?"

he pauses and tilts his head, thinking for a moment. "ah, i haven't even told you my name yet, have i?" he asks, shaking his head. "silly me, how could i forget? the name's osamu dazai, and i wanna hear you cryin' it out all night long!"

517 notes · View notes

cosmo-lexies · 9 months

Text

Midnight Rituals - 10. DIY

Fenix:

Lucas parked on the west side of the building from there we could be the elemental, an electrical sphere that moved for the football field. It was incredible, this thing was pure energy. I started to feel my right eye twitching but it stopped almost immediately.

Rosemary hung up the phone. "My mother is preparing the coven for the infernal choir."

"Does she agree with the rest of the plan?" I asked.

"I didn't ask her," she answered.

"But, it's too dangerous to approach this thing. Atticus could get hurt," I said.

"It's a risk I'm willing to accept," she said and got out of the car.

It was clear that they didn't fix the problems. Rosemary seemed angry and Atticus only avoided her look with shame. Maybe the conversation wasn't well. Lucas and I looked at each other and he shrugged as he said 'Don't worry this's normal'. However, I was far from feeling this situation as something normal. All of us got out of the car and my right eye twitched again, I put my hand on the eye and the twitching stopped. We observed the elemental from the parking for a while. The air smelled acrid as before a torment.

"I thought this thing needed days to be dangerous," Lucas said.

"It needs. Magic in the air is not enough for this," Rosemary said.

Then I looked at the ground under the house. A little coloration in the grass indicated that there was a source. I put my face on the ground trying to see the ley line.

"There is a source created by the convergence of three ley lines," I said.

Although we call them lines, Ley lines are more like wild rivers that transmit the magic of the earth. Most of the convergences are temporary and it's a very unusual convergence of three lines. We had bad luck.

"Then we have less time than we guessed it. C'mon!" Rosemary said.

I carried on thinking about the elemental and electricity while we followed Rosemary to the entrance of the high school.

"Rosemary, why do we go to the building?" Lucas asked.

"As I told you later, don't fill your pretty head with nonsense. Your resistance to realizing your place is absurd."

Rosemary's words were really cruel, but they made me think; resistance, resistance, electricity takes ... the path of least resistance.

"Guys, I have an idea," I shouted.

Rose turned to me, "Well, I'm listening," she said.

"First, I have to speak with Lucas, if he's willing."

"Of course he is. Let's see if I have luck and I get rid of them," she said referring to Atticus and Lucas.

"Not," I said noticing that my eye was bad again. "I'm going to explain my plan and only if he is willing we will do it."

Then Lucas touched my shoulder. "I will," he said.

"But I haven't explained it to you yet, it's dangerous."

"I trust you," he said with a confident smile. His words gave me self-confidence and terror, all at the same time.

Atticus:

Rose didn't look at me at any moment. I can blame her for hating me.

"Okay, here we part ways, I need to go to the electronics lab. Lucas accompanies me," Fenix said.

"Not," Rose said. "Mr. Rovers' office has some protection spells and the fastest way to open the door is to use Lucas like a battering ram."

"Wait, is Mr.Rovers a witch?" Lucas asked confused.

Rose sighed "A wizard and we don't have time for this, C'mon!"

"Wait, I need help in the lab," Fenix said.

Rose turned back and continued her path "You have Atticus, he isn't trustworthy but I supposed that he can follow basic commands like 'open the door' and 'carry this'."

Fenix made a forced smile, and we went to the lab in silence. The door was closed and opening it magically wasn't an option without Rose. Fenix tried to bring down the door hitting it with his shoulder. The scene was laughable. I set him aside and broke the handle. He turned on the lights. He started to run around taking bars and materials. He leaned against the wall and looked at him.

He's pathetic, it was clear that he was the second option, but what did she see in him? Not strong, not handsome, not important. She said he's bold. If I could be; if I could release myself from the past. I thought

"Atticus, can you take a copper wire from the closet, please?" Fenix interrupted my ideas.

"I'm not your servant. I'm Atticus Leonardo Santoro, a lord vampire of the third generation," I yelled at him. "You're supposed to be the smart guy who convinced the most powerful people in the city. Take you the things."

He looked at me with a sad face. "I asked you because it's close. I'm sorry but I'm able to open it," he sat in a seat and headed down. "I'm a fool with luck. I'm sorry if I said something that offended you," he seemed scared, his hands were shaking.

"Why are you so scared suddenly?" I asked.

"I have been all day pretending that I knew that making or how to act. But now, if this goes wrong, you or Lucas could end up dead." He sighed.

I wanted to stay angry. But seeing him in this way shouldn't have felt so wrong.

"You don't waste your time worrying about me. I wouldn't do it for you." I said. C'mon Fenix sends me to hell, gets angry, and shows me why you deserve her, I thought.

Fenix didn't make anything, only he was in silence. I noticed that his right eye was twitching. All the anger that remained inside me was directed at myself. Rose was right; I was jealous, and Fenix was the victim of my anger. Anger born of my own shame, of my own fears.

I broke the door of the closet, less careful than the last time, and took the copper. I put it on the table next to Fenix.

"It's about time you stopped to feel sorry for yourself," he headed up and looked at me. "Today, you have repaid a ritual, resisted interrogation, and obtained a contract with important people, this is not luck this is intelligence, courage, and talent."

"But..." I interrupted him.

"You bore my domination. Can you imagine how insulting that would be if you were just a lucky guy?"

His look changed, and he started to believe it. Maybe because I was believing in my own words. If it wasn't for my jealousy, I would see that Fenix was a good guy, maybe it was what she liked about him.

"Okay, what do you need? I'm at your service." I said.

He made a half smile and said "Duct tape, a lot of."

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

1 note · View note

pseudomonacarriea · 1 year

Note

"Stop fighting this."

From most, it might sound normal. However, when it happens to be a certain Moondweller who constantly speaks with a nigh robotic drone and he's slamming his hand right beside Beatrix's head; It sounds remarkably like a threat, and will most certainly give any passerby the wrong idea should they see Cassius towering over the former Society agent.

"This is a holiday in which I am meant to return your gift from approximately 30 days prior as per annual Fossildweller tradition. I cannot correctly perform this ritual when you fail to flee on sight at every attempt. Stop resisting."

....

........

................

At the very least, his intentions are good? And the white chocolate filled molten lava cake will surely be delicious given the precision he used when baking it. It's just that, well--Beatrix needs to actually accept the White Day gift is all.

White Day -- Accepting until March 18th -- @pseudomonarkaerenea

"Ah!"

The embarrassingly loud yelp that left the brunette's lips from the sudden slam caused a few heads to peek out from doorways or stop their actions. Much like watching red food coloring mix into the white frosting, Beatrix's face went through different shades of pink until it bloomed red.

She wasn't avoiding him all day! No way! There's totally a different reason for why she was making up reasons and not stopping as he called for her multiple times!!

Hearing him recount the reason for White Day, her chest was thumping so loud in her head she just stared at him. That's with the thoughts running through her mind in tandem.

"I-I'm not!"

C-C'mon! Get it together, Bea! Deep breaths! People are staring y'know! Oh, but why did he-- OK, that's my fault but he didn't have to slam the wall so hard!

She couldn't keep him hanging. He's looking at her so expectedly. There was no way out of this one, and she knew that the moment he moved in front of her to cut her off. Not fully caged by his arms, his body made sure to tell her that he was done chasing her around while holding the box. That's all that she needed.

Swallowing the lump in her throat she looks down at the box in his hands. Once she had calmed down, her hands reach out to receive it. Finally. If it was someone else, she would've asked if this was a prank. But with Cassius? He hasn't given her a present or gifted her anything that could be considered one.

"--Thank you, Cassius."

At least none of the others were around to see this. At least, she thinks so.

#pseudomonarkaerenea #⍚; beatrix: ic #⍚; I tell you again & again forgetting all the words I had prepared / Before this moment I’ll always be by your side ( cassius & beatrix )#∘Question #∘Granblue Fantasy #Bea's just- dying this is fine:tm:#White Day//

1 note · View note