#they're tight 😎

[ghostgirl101]

Yellow! Loved your BEN Drowned Dating HCs, they made my heart skip a few beats. Pardon me if this isn't allowed, but could I request some sort of BEN "aftermath" scenario with a reader who's been distancing herself from electricity in order to escape BEN? (A tad bit like Netflix's horror movie Umma if you've seen it) Then one day, electricity pops back intro her life, hauling a BEN along with it who's not about to let you repeat the same mistake without knowing the consequences.

Condolences if that isn't allowed. If not, Ticci Toby Dating HCs instead?

BEN Drowned; You Can't Run

|| Word Count: 2.2K || Angst → Comfort → Fluff ||

A/N: Can do, I've been wanting to write for BEN again, though this did take me a while 🙃 and I'll add Toby headcanons to my list. I've been thinking about some stuff for Jeff The Killer too? I mean, if you want 😎

A releasing click sounds as you pull the final plug out of the socket, flipping off the switches on the wall, the little red strips hidden as they're pushed down. Your hands are trembling, and you stay where you're standing for a few long moments, your uneven breathing all you can hear.

There. It's done. It's gone. Breathe.

Your home is stripped of its electronics, the TV screen dead, your laptop and phones' batteries lying beside them. Even some of the lights are off, every mains switch is turned off, red strips hidden from sight. This was the last resort, and you know it could work if you leave everything off for a while. BEN can't get to you without electricity to power your gadgets, practically all of which have been infected by his presence. He was everywhere, but like this, he can't get to you. You're okay.

It wasn't that BEN had ever tried to harm you, though you knew he could if he tried. The whole thing was just so unsettling and confusing, it kept you up at night. Your life went from normal, to a glitchy, disturbing version of Majora's Mask you'd found at a garage sale, from an old neighbour who was moving out garage sale. His haunting eyes pierced through you every time the Nintendo 64 powered on, empty, like the elegy should be, but very much alive.

He liked playing with you, teasing that was almost taunts if it wasn't for the oddly suggestive nicknames and phrases sneaked into each jumpscare and wrong moment of the game. At one point, you were so freaked out by the boy in the game that you threatened to destroy the cartridge, to anything that could hear you, the fireplace on and humming with burning energy as you readied yourself to take the game out and toss it into the flames.

That was when the haunting, materialized form of BEN Drowned had snapped to life and simply pushed itself out of the TV connected to the Nintendo. Those cold, ghostly pale hands had grabbed your wrists tightly, though not so tight as to hurt, and the same intense eyes from the elegy bore into you, masking any emotion as you dared not to struggle in the being's hands.

"You can't run."

No, you couldn't. What with BEN loose from the game and with free access to anything powered by electricity, you didn't have much choice but to let him invade your life. You kept reminding yourself of the questionable fact that BEN didn't seem to have any intention to hurt you, physically or mentally. He just showed up when he pleased, which was quite often, and watched as you worked, deleting a sentence or two just to get on your nerves, or played as a supposed robot on online games, the screen glitching with his presence every thirty seconds. You'd almost, almost gotten used to it.

It was when you were reminded of exactly who BEN Drowned was and what he could do that you panicked, hence where you are now. Even though at this early-ish point in your time together, most about him remains a mystery to you, you always knew just how deadly his antics could be. He tears people apart by driving them paranoid and crazed by what they see and experience, until they lose all sense of reality, most even ending themselves before BEN does.

Some girl from your class had started mocking you on a group chat, and you knew that as soon as you'd opened it, BEN had most likely read it before you did. Because, just minutes after, her account had updated with several posts that weren't all that wholesome at all, unflattering, candid shots of things no one should share on the internet up for all to see. Then the account was closed, and that was that.

She didn't show up to class the next day. BEN showed you exactly why.

"She shouldn't have done that."

All the blood, all the fear, the abnormality of it all, really got to you. It was one thing having a really odd kind of friend that seemed to just be overly protective, but this was too much. He had the strength to do the same to you. What if you said something accidentally that set him off? What if he got bored of you? How much more stable and normal could your life be if he moved on?

And the only way for that to happen is for him to not have any way to get to you. He has no proper reason to stick around, none that you can figure out, since you aren't one of his victims. What are you, then? Someone that interests him? He won't be mad for long, will he? He'll get bored.

Yes. That's it. He'll get bored. Of course he will.

The tense silence that fills your house when everything's unplugged makes you stay standing still for a long minute, double-checking everything's cut from power. You can make this work, if that's what it takes.

A day went past. Then another. And, all at once, after a boring day in class, your friend approaches you with a bewildered look.

"I did what you asked. Bit weird."

"What?"

"Why'd you unplug everything in your house? Some competition? Look, I managed to swing by yours and find the spare key under the mat to turn your stuff back on. I guess you're gonna need it like that if your parents are visiting. Don't want them to see you living in the stone age, I guess. Oh, and you owe me, bestie."

"Wait, wait," your voice heightened in dread, "I never asked you that. My- my parents aren't coming over! What are you-"

BEN.

Crap.

"What're you talking about? Are you messing with me? I got your text this morning, and since you work through lunch and I don't, it was easier for me to just run in. Look, no biggie, alright? Why do you look so worried? I didn't rob you."

"I- I know," you breathe shakily, forcing as genuine a smile as you can muster on your face, knowing that it would be more than unfair to expose them to BEN too. "Thank you."

"Sure."

Where do you go? Back home, where he's waiting for you? What'll he do? Most likely kill you. If you weren't his victim before, you must be now. Or maybe you can stay with a friend for... for what? Forever?

You can't run.

Every step you take that leads back to your home seems heavier and heavier, and although from the outside, the house looks perfectly normal and quiet, you know there's a fatal storm coming. All you can do now is face it and try to reason with it.

You unlock the door slowly, stepping tentatively inside and closing the door, leaving it unlocked in case you need to make a break for it, in the rare event that you get the chance to. And, as your friend confirmed, there's everything back in, ready for the counter to reset.

The hairs on the back of your neck stand up as you feel eyes all around you, and solid static coating the atmosphere, buzzing coming from every screen and making the light twitch when you turn it on. You take one step into the living room before the colour drains from your face, fear rushing over all other thoughts as a bloody spark blinds you momentarily, before revealing the boy. You squeak as freezing hands clamp onto your arms tightly, pressing you back against the wall.

You're forced to look into his eyes, his crimson stare blazing amongst the dark, hollow space around his pupils. They're bleeding, the deep red dribbling down his pale cheeks, his usual amused, smug smirk replaced with something much more sinister. He's scowling in untamed fury, and you can't make yourself take a step back, frozen stiff to the spot. The lights are practically sparking from how much they're flashing with his wild anger, and you can't do a thing about it, except look straight back at him helplessly.

"You shouldn't have done that."

Your mouth's agape, scarcely blinking in dread of what BEN might do, everything you've been scared of just leading to this moment. He speaks with a snarl, and you flinch, trying to make yourself say something to diffuse the situation, even by a little.

"I know," is what you manage to whisper brokenly.

"Are you stupid?! Bored and didn't want me anymore? Found someone better? Shutting me out's the safest way, is that it?!"

You jump as a lightbulb from nearby smashes by the force of BEN's anger, glass spraying over the floor as the brightness winks out.

"Please, BEN-"

"No! I gave you one last chance, remember? You can't play with me anymore. It- it's not fair!"

He's not making any sense. Playing with him? You catch a fleeting moment to study his dark expression, and you can practically see the cracks of genuine vulnerability seeping through his dangerous fury. The lights have stopped flashing as violently as they were a minute ago, and so you take the chance to ask the inevitable.

"BEN... why do you care so much?"

He hangs onto you for a while longer, obviously processing the question as his grip grows looser, clenched jaw relaxing slightly. It doesn't seem to be out of defeat, though, but out of tiredness, BEN's piercing gaze weakening but never leaving your face, his scowl dropping into a frown. He almost looks hurt, concerned, the hints of caringness contrasting with his unnatural, deadly looks.

"If I go, who'll protect you?"

You don't know how to respond, and so you don't, lips clamped shut as you stare at him apologetically, his cold hands leaving your arms.

"Who'll watch over you?"

You blink at his expectant, thoughtful look, shaking your head silently. The blood's stopped gushing from his eyes now, but trickles down his face slowly, eerily like tear tracks.

"Who'll understand you?"

You let out a shaky sigh, your body finally moving, taking a hesitant step closer to him. BEN's eyes drift over to the TV absentmindedly, a frown still on his face, and you dare to take a step closer, reaching a hand out tentatively, your warm fingers brushing against his freezing ones. His eyes snap to you then, and you speak up quietly.

"BEN, I'm sorry."

He doesn't say anything, staring at you indifferently, and you try again, your fingers wandering to his hand, which doesn't pull away at when you lace your fingers with his.

"I'm sorry, BEN, I am. I won't shut you out again, okay?"

BEN still won't answer, and you dither, before doing something that'll either get you killed by shocking stuns of electricity, or his miraculous, unbothered amused smile. You take back your hand to steadily, anxiously wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his cold body close for a hug. He stiffens at the action in surprise, and you squeeze your eyes shut, bracing for impact.

Impact that never comes.

A small poke at your side makes you shrink back with a stifled laugh, and you relax in relief and happiness when you spot BEN's signature smirk, though it's a little milder this time.

"That won't do you any good."

"Oh, come on," you plead, and he raises a brow, clearly enjoying the desperate attention. "I- I was just scared, okay?"

"I know."

"I won't run from you again, BEN. I know you wouldn't hurt me..."

He tilts his head to the side at the last sentence.

"Do you?"

You don't know how to answer the question honestly. "Well..."

BEN seems annoyed and almost exasperated by your response, and you notice how the blood has stopped leaking from his midnight eyes, his red pupils searching and reading you all too easily.

"Would it help if I tell you?"

You nod slowly, uncertain of his motives, but don't move away as he's suddenly an inch away from you, the lights flashing briefly from the electric energy.

"Yes?"

BEN nods, the cold skin of his hands pushing your middle back into the wall again, though much more carefully this time. Then, all too soon, the electric boy's lips are on yours, and your eyes widen in shock at the bold move, and the unusual, addictive feeling. He tastes electric and appley, his lips melding against yours perfectly, and there's nothing you can do but melt into the feeling, letting your eyes flutter shut within a second.

But then it's over after a few drawn-out moments, and you hold back from chasing the sensation as he lingers, his nose bumping against yours and his cool breath tickling your cheeks.

"I'd never hurt you."

You let out a shaky breath, a faded smile on your face.

"You scared me," you admit awkwardly.

"...So did you."

"I'm sorry," you plead again, and he shakes his head dismissively. You know he's forgiven you by the way he looks at you, with no trace of his previous aggravation in his red and black gaze.

"Never mind."

"Can't I make it up to you?" You try asking, but as soon as you've said it, you watch apprehensively as that signature, boyish smirk, that you've surprisingly missed, tugs at his lips.

"I can think of a few ways."

There's no running from that, either.

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[luminous-letters]

Hello. So I have a funny thought. The dorm leaders over hearing Mc talking with someone about what do they like in a guy. Mc's response is a guy who has a ponytail. I can't stop snickering at someone like Riddle making up a rule about no one in his dorm can wear a ponytail. Well except him, which he tries to do when he invites Mc to an unbirthday party. Thats all I can think of, but it'll be funny if you can think of the dorm leaders reacting to this info. Or just any characters of your choosing. It doesn't matter. (Really want you to mention Sebek though)

due to the character limit 👁️ since you mentioned you wanted to see our dear crocodile child and riddle. i'll be adding azul and malleus since i believe they're that big of a shit to pull it off 😎

"Someone laid-back and relaxed..."

Sebek was sure that neither of those words would even be remotely associated with him. He knew well of his reputation of being the tight-laced and honorable retainer of Malleus Draconia!

Surely, there was something he could do for you to change your tastes. Some event that would make you say, 'No! That isn't my type! I like someone strong, passionate and devoted!'

He would show how inefficient of a significant other (bother) it would be to have someone who's annoyingly lax. Every situation must be taken seriously, and every action must be given one's all.

Or he could go for the alternative and — much to his dismay — loosen up a little.

So, with a plan, a backup plan, and a backup-backup plan, he marched towards your dorm.

It was quite a jarring sight to see Sebek lazily eating on the couch. Add the fact that he hasn't yelled nor spoke Malleus' name was enough to be nightmare fuel.

"Sebek, are you ill?"

"Yes."

"Ponytails look hot on a man..."

Ponytails...? Out of all hairstyles you had to choose someone that wore that devil-spawn style on their hair? Good grief, it might be just as bad as rock music. As mother says, it is the root of all evil— along with goatees.

And that same evil belies that dastardly hairstyle's roots as well.

New rule— No More Ponytails. Every student must keep their hairstyle as-is and should follow the school's hygiene guidelines. Which means everyone is to get a haircut with length well within the rules.

And yes, that extends to you, Cater. And that is final.

"Can't a man just style his hair in peace?"

"There, there, Cater."

"Dorm Leader! Wait— is that...a ponytail...?"

"You're pretty petty on this one, Dorm Leader."

"That's fair."

"If there's anything I want in someone— it's punctuality."

Of course, Azul wasn't into employing petty tactics such as adding more tasks to his employees'— erm, dormmates' workload. He wasn't the type.

It was merely chance that Mostro Lounge becomes incredibly packed and busy whenever you chose a lucky bachelor from Octavinelle. You must understand that the lounge needed more hands on deck than usual. Truly, he did wish for your dates to go swimmingly.

But if a punctual man is what you fancy, you need not search any further. The Octavinelle housewarden prides himself in that aspect of himself. Rest assured, he'd arrive not a minute late to any of your commitments with him.

Mysteriously, during your little date with Azul, Mostro Lounge was as quiet as a mouse. It was almost deserted, with only less than a few patrons along with Azul and you— his muse.

"It's good to see this place isn't as busy as before."

"Yes, Azul hasn't called any of those who are indebted to him to purchase a meal."

"Jade!"

"Oh, it was a slip of the tongue. My bad."

"I want someone smart, but still has that bad boy feel around them."

He hated the fact that Kingscholar was the first person to come to mind the moment you uttered those words.

Your preferences are quite strange. Do you not prefer a powerful and gentlemanly prince over a lazy and sloppy man such as Kingscholar?

He was not one to conform to another person's standards. But Savanaclaw's dorm attire did look rather stylish. It was far different from Diasomnia's military uniform.

And wouldn't missing out on this opportunity mean that he wasn't fully enjoying his life as a student now, would it? It wasn't an excuse, mind you.

"My, Malleus, Savanaclaw's attire rather fits you."

"Oh? And what's that to mean, Lilia? Piling me with those hooligans?"

"I'm sure father does wish not speak ill of your look, my Lord."

"It was a joke, Silver."

"YES! AND LORD MALLEUS LOOKS HANDSOME IN EVERYTHING HE WEARS!"

"I'm flattered, Sebek."

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[dandunn]

Dr Tenma is the worst piece of shit ever and he's SO funny you guys

Props to ochanomizu for not negotiating for this bullshit at all but at What Cost

Hey girl are you perhaps encountering.... Difficulties? 😎

Owned.

Face of a man who is Really Enjoying This

Fun date ideas: being strapped into chairs

Hang on tight spider monkeyyy

They're in a dysfunctional marriage and I'm living for it tbh.

#There's so many good tenmas in this chapter #Shame about the racial caricatures but I think the social commentary comes from a good place #Dr tenma #Astro boy

[morallyinept]

Hey, D. How are you doing buddy?

I see. Feeling a bit down in the dumps, huh?

Well, I've got just the thing for you, handsome...

No... it's not that, D. 🙄

No, this week we're going to have a look at how you can show yourself some self-compassion. Something that is better than, uh... that.

What? Showing yourself some self-compassion is a great thing to do. Well, yes, so is that... okay.

Yes. You've made your point. Okay fine. Jeez... Take your pants off... 🥲

Hold tight, it's Self-Care With Dieter & Jett time!

So, D, have you ever lost your temper at… yourself?

Blamed and then beat yourself up a little inside for doing something you regret, even if in the grand scheme of things, it was something relatively small?

And how did you cope with that afterwards, D?

Hmm. Probably wasn't the wisest idea, was it?

Nah. Didn't think so. Clean up this time, okay? 🤨

It’s easy to be tough on yourself when things go wrong or you feel stressed - and spend hours kissing the bottom of the toilet, too - we tend to do it to ourselves a lot, much more than we actually realize.

But what if there's a better way? 🤔

In the heat of the moment, or during a crisis, no matter how big or small, it's easy to self sabotage. Convince ourselves we're the problem, or even caused a problem to exist. That we're stupid, not talented, or just not worth having around.

And none of that is true, my friends.

Our inner critic has its best intentions for us – maybe it wants us to be safe, to contribute, to succeed, to belong. 

Granted, the good intention is often, heavily veiled under a belittling tone. When you think back to a moment where you were especially hard on yourself, can you conjure up the message you heard? What was the tone? If you could give your inner critic a physical face, what would it look like?

When we forgive ourselves, accept our perceived flaws, and show ourselves some much needed kindness, we practice self-compassion.

Having self-compassion means being able to relate to yourself in a way that’s forgiving, accepting, and loving when situations might be fraught, worrisome or stressful.

If you ever judge or criticize yourself for no justifiable reason, you might find some of the below techniques helpful in showing yourself some kindness and self-compassion.

Treat Yourself As You’d Treat A Friend

One good place to start is by thinking about how you would treat others that you care about. Think about how you'd offer support to a friend who is feeling down or upset.

You'd comfort them, right? Offer them some assuring words, maybe even a hug?

You wouldn't kick them when they're down-

D!! That's not helpful! 🤨

No. Don't argue with me. You'll lose, bud. 😎

Whilst we can’t always take away other people's pain, we can validate it and provide support to help them get through it.

The same can be said for yourself.

Validate your feelings and accept that it's okay to feel like this. Give yourself a reassuring word or two, take a few deep breaths, and wrap your arms around yourself figuratively, and literally. A self-hug can be very healing and reassuring.

Understand Your Reactions

Think about how you would react in a situation when someone else does it. For example, your friend doesn't call when they say they will. You don't get mad, or fly off the hook, right?

Or maybe you do... Sorry, D. I just forgot. 😬

No, I didn't go out to the movies with Ezra. That was last week... Oops.

We had a great time, FYI... 😏

There could be a valid reason why they can't call. Perhaps there's an emergency, or a situation beyond their control? You won't instantly assume they're a bad person, so why are you doing that to yourself?

Ground yourself in the moment and rationalise. You are not a bad person.

Learn From Your Mistakes

When something inevitably goes wrong, we focus too much on the negative. Too much on the uh-oh factor. Meaning we always look at the negatives in a situation and how it impacts us negatively.

Making mistakes is what makes us human. Learning from them is what makes us grow. If we never made mistakes, we wouldn't have life-experience.

Try not to judge yourself too quickly.

Think about what you have learnt from the experience and what you can take away from it, rather than focusing on the negatives. Look for the positives. How can you better equip yourself so next time it happens (if it happens again) you can be prepared? What lesson have you taken away from it?

Take a deep breath and move on. It's in the past now. You can only move forward.

Get Some Perspective

When something bad happens, it always feels like the end of the world, doesn't it? That no-one could relate or possibly be going through what we're experiencing.

And to some degree, that is true. Your crisis is different from another's and affects you differently. But reminding yourself that things aren't all completely doom and gloom can help.

Personally, when I feel down, I try to remember that I'm healthy, that I have friends, I am creative, I have a roof over my head, etc... making a list of all the positives things - even if it's a mental list, and even if they are small things - in your life, can help you regain some perspective away from the negative and help to ground you again.

Reach Out To Others

A problem shared, is a problem halved, right, D?

Uh, D? Honestly, I cannot take you anywhere... 😒

When we talk with others, friends, family, colleagues or even someone professional if we need it, we realize that we’re not alone in feeling pain.

That we are not the only one's gong through it and this can help us gain perspective.

You are not alone.

It’s an important part of reaffirming our sense of being connected, reframing the ‘bigger picture’, and building a social support network that is invaluable to our wellbeing and growth.

Reach out when things go wrong and ask for advice. Ask for feedback too.

Perhaps someone else's perspective of the situation might convince you, and offer validation, that actually, you handled it pretty well and shouldn't be so hard on yourself.

Ditch The Guilt

Self-care is just as important as caring for others. Some would even argue it's more important.

Think about this; how can you expect to give adequate care to someone else, if you don't care for yourself first?

I know, thought provoking, isn't it, D? 💡

Research shows that people who practice self-compassion are found to be more caring, more affectionate and considerate according to their partners, resulting in more romantic relationships; have more acceptance of their own partner's imperfections, and are more likely to compromise when there is conflict.

So you can see why showing yourself some kindness and self-compassion can spread positively into your personal relationships in your life too.

Self-compassion has also been found as key in the fight for injustices, such as equality; including sexual, racial and disability. This is because self-compassion strengthens our personal accountability, and in turn we're more receptive to showing compassion to others.

Self compassion allows us to be more emotionally resilient in times of success and adversity. It helps us assess situations more objectively and supports us in making sound decisions that we won't regret or worry about later.

So, when was the last time you showed yourself some self-compassion, D?

No. That, is not showing self-compassion... No I don't need a lesson.

Put that away... I-

Oh, Dieter... 🤤

Wait, where did you learn moves like that?!

Alexa. Play "We Got The Moves" by Electric Callboy... 😏

Dieter and I hope we helped enlighten you on how to show yourself some self-compassion this week. Remember, be kind to yourself, always.

Until next time, stay kind & stay creamy. 🖤

YOU. ARE. STRONGER. THAN. YOU. THINK. 🖤

Do you. Then do Dieter.

More Dieter & Jett love here

ℹ️ Dieter and I always strive to bring you unbiased, fact-checked advice. We're not licensed therapists, so we do a lot of research to ensure we can provide helpful and informative posts. Well, I do. Dieter mostly sits around eating KitKats.

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[writings-ofthe-heart]

What are your Luco hcs😎😎😎😎

I don't know if you want an x reader platonic or romantic so i did both ! hope you enjoy "anon"😊

LUCIO

Dating + Platonic headcanons!

TW ; None, fluff

WC ; N/A

Side notes ; sorry this was late I'm not doing too well but anyways, lucio is such a cutie patootie

HOW DATING HIM WOULD GO !

• First of all, let's all agree he's definitely shy

• Bro might have all the confidence to defend his friends, hell, taunt his opponents but when it comes to his crush???

• He's stuttering and blushing HELLA CRAZY

• I mean its literally canon by his voice line

• I imagine how that would work is literally on Valentine's Day (shit cannot get more cheesier)

"Can you be my uh- my- uh.. my v.. man, why is this so hard!"

You'd laugh, take his hands in yours, "Of course, Luci." He'd grin soo big and hug you tight, swing you around (well, try to.)

• From that point on, expect the corniest texts ever

LuciO : Good morning my love the world says hello :3

You : Really???

• It'd be funny but very endearing sometimes (I'd gag no lie but you do you ;-) )

• I think his love language is quality time/physical touch, the corniest duo..

• He looooves touching you, always holding your hand, leaning his head on your shoulder, etc etc

• Whenever you make a date, he'd go above and beyond.

• As in like, rose petals around your table, romantic music stuff like that!

• Also also, he'd probably make songs for you.

• OMGGG or he'd sample your laugh, or something you said as his producer tag, just because he thinks it goes really well with his music (he just wants to hear you when he's working)

•Honestly, no matter if your part of Overwatch or a civilian that casually met Lucio, he'd worry so much about you

• Pacing the house when you're late from work, almost throwing up when you're out on a solo mission etc, (of course he wouldn't show this AT ALL)

• After the events in Rio de Janeiro, he has a better guard up than before, knowing someone could say they're one thing then turn out to be the opposite.

• It took a bit for you to be let into his heart, and he was relieved to be able to air out his concerns and insecurities to someone instead of bottling it up.

• A few years into the relationship, I feel like he wouldn't want to get married, be committed, especially with his career and fame, he's constantly moving countries. But if you convince him, he'd let you win, and you'd propose to him

• In terms of children, he'd love to have children. He's grown up, taking care of the kids on the streets of Brazil, he's always had a soft spot for them and has that caretaker gene.

• He'd definitely want to foster children. Period, don't try to argue with me.

• All in all, he's incredibly grateful for you and everything you've done. You're his best friend, and partner. Lucio couldn't ask for anything more.

HOW BEING BESTIES WOULD GO !

• Oh boy.

• Having Lucio as a best friend will ALWAYS end up with you two doing some dumb prank and getting in trouble, but he'd take the blame for you.

• Guys pls, hear me out, he'd probably have a crush on you in the beginning especially if you're just insanely nice to him and stuff, the feelings would go away though.

• You, Hana and him would be the ULTIMATE TRIO™

• Doing everything together, going shopping at Hana's begging and whining. Etc etc.

• Y'know those dynamics, in friendships

• Lucio is the mom friend, 100%

• You and Hana are the crazy ones, always running away, Lucio was so, SO close to buying those leashes that parents get for their feral children.

• Especially after one incident, Hana had a bit too much alcohol and she ended up following a stray CAT just wandering the city. It took 2 hours to find her, petting it in an alley. The group voted not to drink in public again.

[reblogs appreciated!]

#lucio overwatch #lucio ow #lucio ow x reader #lucio x reader #overwatch headcanons #writers on tumblr

[urhoneycombwitch]

i think Eddie finds it hilarious to put sunglasses on babies

like don't turn your back on an infant for a second if eddies in the room because you'll turn back around and boom, baby in sunglasses 😎

in the summer, everybody has to keep a tight eye on their sunglasses because they will disappear for Eddie to use them. he thinks it's even more hilarious when it's like those old lady big cat eye ones or the like, dad slim wrap around ones (please tell me you know what I'm talking about 😭)

and it's not like it's a harmful prank or anything, but it's like, how does he keep getting away with this! and when Steve has his kids, it frustrates him to no end like stop putting sunglasses on my baby! where did you even get those?! and Eddie's like 😁 but now they look cool! cool baby!

and Steve's like.... it's December 😐 they're newborn 😐

hahahaha so him

I knowwww Steve would be so unreasonably pressed over it. and Eddie would b like hey it’s good clean fun 😎 for me and your kids 😎 quick Harrington take a pic me and your offspring are matching 😎😎

#lu’s anons #eddie munson #e.m. thots from lu

[eggluttony]

Eggman stuffing himself silly in order to make sure his ass stays bigger and more beautiful than Gerald's ever was 🤤

After all, Gerald's Era is over, and it's Eggman's time to shine 😎

Yesss I love to think of him having the title of fattest Robotnik in the family, that it's common for the men to be on the heavier side but none before him have ever been as fat and heavy as him 🥰 He takes a lot of pride in this and eats a lot to keep that title too, as well as maintain his egg shape and live up to his name, and how he just loooves to eat and get fatter of course hehe

So when he's having one of his big binges, he lets the thought of keeping the title of the biggest and fattest motivate him to keep eating. Stuffing himself silly until he feels like he's about to burst. When lay back pinned down by his huge stuffed bulging belly, surrounded by empty stacks of plates and food packaging, he feels happy knowing he's making sure of that

He says "Ughh, yeah I don't need to worry about losing title of- *BUURRRP!* biggest after that. Huff!" as he slaps and rubs his huge stuffed heavy belly expanded beyond capacity. But then he wonders if he's really had enough calories to turn into a significant enough amount of fat. So he orders robots to bring another couple refills of a dish or dessert, or another pile of snacks

He lets greed take over entirely, forcing even more into his swollen full belly that's gurgling and tight and struggling to expand any more. He tells himself he absolutely needs to stuff his face with as much food and calories as he can to maintain this proud title. This is all he can think about as he shoves even more food into his mouth. That's when he ends up really feeling stuffed silly

Where all he can do is sit back moaning, sighing, and belching and is unable to get up for a while. He rubs his huge packed full belly he says "alright, I definitely don't need to worry now. BUURRRP!" and feels very content and certain in succeeding in his goal now. He feels very sleepy after so much food and naps so his stomach digests without burning so many calories, in hopes of keeping more fat

He commonly stands in front of the mirror to check his assets of belly, tits, and ass to make sure they're big and plump. He's pleased when they look enormous. When he squeezes his tits, shakes his belly and slaps his butt while looking at his reflection, he thinks "yeah these are definitely bigger than my grandpa's" when thinking back to photos of him that he's seen for comparison.

Gerald was a pretty fat guy himself but Eggman really wants to be the fattest ever in the family, as much as he admired and looked up to him. It's really the same attitude he has when it comes to being a scientific genius, it's his time now and he needs to surpass him! And because he's so much greedier and eats so much more than Gerald ever did or had the time for too, he certainly succeeds.

He may be a little oblivious to the fact that he's not just maintaining his weight to keep this title, he's gaining more over time with all the excessive stuffing and frequent binges. His tits sag rested atop his fat hanging belly and his butt is so wide and thick. The sheer width of his big fattened body is starting to make him get stuck in places. But all the soft heavy fat jiggling in these places feels so nice.

When his huge stuffed fat round belly rips through his clothes or pops buttons and his fat wobbly bubbly butt rips through his bodysuit too, he sighs happily knowing that his are the biggest and fattest belly and butt in the family, so much that his clothes can hardly contain them so often, something that the other fat men of his family surely didn't deal with anywhere near as often.

And well, it's actually because he just keeps getting fatter and fatter too and eventually he'll realize the way his belly and butt only continue to expand hehe

#asks #modern #weight gain #stuffing

[the-heartlines]

omg

https://www.tumblr.com/the-heartlines/746873231163670528/aegon-has-a-period-kink-piss-kink-and-pussy?source=share

babe this is spot on- they're such filthy boys for their sisters fs- I can imagine your beautiful, twisted mind bringing them all together into one, fourway, rhaegon/helaemond fic, maybe a followup to the first oneeeeee omfg it'd be utterly filthy. I love to read everything you write, but I always go back to that one the most, it's so good

(consensual) kithes

me to you whenever I read your stuff, you're 100% in my top 5 babe <3

ASDFGHHKLl thank you !!!! screaming at this 😎🫶🏻😮‍💨 and yes the rhaegon x helaemond foursome still lives rent free in my head (especially since i just reread it today —hey a girl's gotta masturbate 😶‍🌫️ tbh i REALLY want to write a canonverse fic with them somehow—i'm thinking of rhaenyra finding helaemond and teaching them a thing or two and maybe aegon walks in and sees nyra eating out helaena or fisting aemond and gets so turned on and so jealous because that should be HIM wrapped tight in her fist...oh no why do i keep giving myself ideas...this is bad for the wips i have!

also im consensually kithing you back 😇! AND TOP FIVE? 🥹🥹🥹 creyingggf! tysm!!!!

#asks #personal #rhaegon x helaemond #rhaegon #helaemond

[noirapocalypto]

Here's something fun I thought of. Since you relate a bit of Embry with Hangman, which wrestler do you associate with your other cyberpunk OCs with? 👀

Oh my god, mi rey, I love this question so much KUJHDSGLJKS okay, sit tight, because I'm gonna likely ramble. I'm gonna go off of AEW wrestlers since that's the show I keep up with weekly djkfghlsd

Salem is my boy that has the most wrestler inspos, because he's my special boy and I look for him in everything. His is more detailed because I feel I gotta explain why I picked each one for him. 😅

Fighting Style: Jon Moxley. Salem likes to fight and he gets brutal when he wants to. He's not a stranger to bleeding, and has a similar bloodlust like Mox that gives him that rush during his fights. He also has that swagger to him, that cocky 'I'm going to enjoy this' aura when he knows he's about to throw down. In my wrestling!AU (literally just a concept and a reason to assign my OC's wrestlers lmao), Salem would likely be a deathmatch wrestler with strong leanings to grappling and 'dirty fighting', such as biting and scratching.

Personality: Eddie Kingston and Hook. So hear me out, because I know that's two polar opposites, kinda. Salem has Eddie's confrontational personality, where if you start shit with him, you best back it up. He will call someone out and he will get up in someone's face. He's not afraid to challenge someone, especially when he feels disrespected or is pissed off enough. He also has Hook's broody, quiet demeanor though, most of the time when he's not getting his buttons pushed. He's always has a resting bitch face where he looks angry or annoyed--but it's part of his allure 🤭

Aesthetics/Presentation: I'll always use House of Black as aesthetic inspo for Salem--particularly Brody King. I like Brody's wrestling attire, especially during his entrance. With the hood and the ski mask and the thick ass chain. I think Salem leans more with that look. But also bringing Hook up again, because Salem's a plain black hoodie guy as well.

Putting the rest under a Read More 🖤

Paolo and Paola, are a mix of various tag teams. These two are a duo that are inseparable and are a package deal, so it makes sense to base them off of a few tag teams (which are my fav). However, the team that I associate them the most are The Young Bucks, because of course.

A pair of siblings that pretty much go out of their way to be obnoxious as possible while remaining loyal to their group (like they are with Kenny and with each other). They're doofy, they're not afraid to look silly and dumb, in fact they lean into it with all the dumb shit they like getting up to. The twins would likely be heels because it's so fun for them to be chaotic gremlins.

And here's a bonus one, an extra for Paolo because I've really latched onto Daniel Garcia, and I see a lot of DG in him. I kinda even associate his voice and the way he speaks with Paolo, I imagine my boy sounding like him.

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Judah is interesting because he's not exactly a fighter in his canon story, BUT he will when he needs to/has to. He's arrogant and so, so full of himself. He's rich, he's handsome, he's better than you--you know there I'm going with this. 😎Judah is MJF, though and through.

Like MJF (pre-face turn), Judah doesn't fight unless he has to. He prefers to run his mouth most of the time and weasel his way out of situations his shit talking gets him into. He'll hire people if he needs to. He has zero problem throwing people under the bus to get ahead and knows how to twist and manipulate things to benefit him. But when he does actually decide to act, he's actually skilled af. He's just more of a talker. Charisma is more his style.

However, in recent development...Judah has also had a little face turn of his own. In my story, he softens up considerably when my others manage to befriend him. He might still be a scumbag, but he's their scumbag. 🖤

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I'm going to include Embry anyways, because I love him and his wrestler association. So obvs, I'm going with Hangman Adam Page for my sunshine boy.

Embry is just a really good guy, very likeable and it's not hard to rally behind him. Of course, he still has some of his not-so-wholesome traits (Hangman's entire storyline of feeling inadequate and the more brutal side of him that comes out in certain feuds/matches). Embry contains multitudes, and sometimes they so even if he tries to hide it.

Plus, there's the whole aesthetics with the blond hair and the southern, cowboy vibes. Even more so with the mustache and beard 🥴Which Embry eventually grows out at some point in his story.

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Renato is the one where I have the most trouble with and don't really have one assigned for him because he's still my most underdeveloped OC. I did like Andrade a lot and often associate him with Renato--looks and aesthetics wise. I wish I had more of an answer for him 😭He's just extremely illusive, but he's slowly coming into his own.

#tw flashing #ᴏᴄ ⋆┊ꜱᴠʟᴇᴍ #ᴏᴄ ⋆┊ᴇᴍʙʀʏ ᴇʟʟɪꜱ ᴋɴɪɢʜᴛ #ᴏᴄ ⋆┊ᴘᴀᴏʟᴏ ᴠᴇʟᴀsǫᴜᴇᴢ #ᴏᴄ ⋆┊ᴘᴀᴏʟᴀ ᴠᴇʟᴀsǫᴜᴇᴢ #ᴏᴄ ⋆┊ᴊᴜᴅᴀʜ ᴅᴜʙᴏɪꜱ #ᴏᴄ ⋆┊ʀᴇɴᴀᴛᴏ ᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴀ

[astrafangs]

Ram-Cherrie❤❤

Summary: Classic Dhruva/X/Daya smut, cherries implied🍒

Warnings: Yes, NSFW, read it at your own risk😎💖💖

Daya brought the one cherry slowly to his mouth, looking mischievously at the totally flusthered, tomato-red Dhruva. His fingers kept rubbing and squeezing the other cherry, making Dhruva whimper. "I want to taste the fruit of our labour, every last bit" He puts the cherry between his teeth and presses it hard to Dhruva's lips. Their teeth rip the sweet flesh apart simultaneously, making a mess all over Dhruva's pastel pink shirt. The cherry is juggled between eager tongues and moans until they're out of breath. Daya flicks his head, spits out the seed and pounces right down on the hot and ready man.

Ferociously ravaging his mate's body, ripping shirt off, licking up any blood still left from their kill, Daya began displaying his dominance. He layed down wet kisses along Dhruva's neck, biting down hard at the base, making his blood rush down. His body arched up, bouncing on pecks built of the same stuff as thick pillows and gummybears, rubbing up against Daya's bulge. He tugged roughly at Daya's hair turning his moans into a tiger-kitty's groans, raking out every bit of the friction made by their non-stop half slobby, half rough wrestling. The electricity rushing in their every nerv, their every vein, lighting a bulb in Daya's eyes.

The man began to creep down, flicking his tounge over Dhruva's rippling abs, pressing a kiss just above his pouting bellybutton. With hands tugging at the hems of his painfully tight boxers, Daya looked up for his dear collegue's approval. Dhruva looked down, meeting the eyes of a hungry predator, a sly smoulder playing out in them. That naughty lip bite, irresistable. Dhruva's whole body hummed in anticipation, head cocked back with lashes draping his eyes firmly shut, giddily nodding.

Diving down Daya slid off Dhruva's underpants to reveal his El Dorado. Gripping the erect shaft with firm fingers he massaged the flushed top with his thumb until Dhruva was shaking like a litte teenage girl, moaning, whining from the built up tension, begging for respite. Daya went in for that deliciously blushing ruby top. Starting with a lick from the base of his tounge he sucked up the morning dew concentrating on Dhruva's strawberry. Suckling on his berry, turning it inside out, goddamit he was playing with his food. With no warning he started deep-throating Dhruva's cock, fully roping it into his gymnastical, no-fucking-doubt, experienced suckers. Dhruva's plump, drooling lips let out rhythmical moans, only opening and getting louder as Daya sped up. He kept moving up and down its length, even slightly teething at it making it feel all the better on his sensitive skin. Dhruva knew by now he was on the way, eyes fluttering and with a roaring groan finally bursting, creaming all up in Daya's face. Dhruva was dying inside of embarrassment. Daya only licked his lips, wiping his cheek with one hand, hungrily licking his fingers. "The French call it the little death for a reason, bangaram." Dhruva saw that sly sly devilish look in his eyes, pouting and giving him a good sock in his chest, plunging into his lips, he really was going to kill him.

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Sorry if it looks like Bheem in my drawing, I had a hard time deciding what ship I was going for, turns out, I really enjoyed writing cheeky, rough-play Dhruya.💖🌊💖💙🌸💙🍒❤🌊💙🧡❤💖💙🍓🧡💫🌸🌊🌊💖💖🧡🌊🌸🧡💫❤💙🌊🌸🧡💙💖🌊🌸🧡🌊💖🧡🌊🌸💖❤🧡🌊🌸🧡💙🌊💖💙🌊🌸

#dhruva x daya #dhruya #rambheem #rrr #jr ntr #ram charan

[tervaneula]

First of i wanna deeply thank you and your friend for making such a great one-shot (idc if it's little or big it- still a fic and i will shower it with love)

Firstly i got smashed by your beautiful art of F!leo and damn it's gonna be a lie if i said it doesn't make me feel comfy right away 🩷

I didn't know it was snow day which it made me super confused as for why bbg would feel slight of cold even after getting buried under all those blankets!

I love how even tho Leo's buried under the blankets like a gremlin he open his non existing ears to listen if kids are there, remind me of radar xD

Leo smelling coffee and wanting a cup but fighting wither to leave his comfy bed and walk to get one is such a mood!! I feel him! Especially when he doesn't give a rat ass for wearing identical socks!!

Now am gonna be honest here i NEVER had pop tart nor any toaster pastries type so i don't know if it's good with coffee or nah.

But i bet the moment f!mikey & lil mikey are now the 'Mom' who take care of certain stubborn family members *cough* *cough* Donnie and leos *cough*

100% bet that f!leo is watching " family feud "

CJ sneaking in and hide under F!leo's blankets makes my heart melt especially thinking he couldn't get to do this often in the bad timeline future 😢

And the part where he sneak his feet into f!leo made it so hard for me to imagine it happens because F!LEO'S FEET'S SO BIG!! HE'S LIKE LITTLE BIG FOOT. OGZGOZGODOXG

Again, CJ talking ab his day of building snowman, snow horse - i didn't know this's a thing - and did they even play snow fight? Because my money is on future boy, he'll DESTROY THEM!!

It makes me happy seeing F!leo getting less burdens and his guilt is slowly melting away, he's on his path of healing and everybody are helping in, his brother, his dad... Everyone🩵

This one-shot is something i didn't know i needed, truly thank you very much!✨

Words just cannot describe the mere size of the grin that appears on my face every time I see a review from you THANK YOU SO MUCHHHH HAHGFD I LOVE READING YOUR THOUGHTS SM

The "waking up to a chill even though you're buried under a mountain of blankets" is based on real life events XD My apartment is drafty and because I can't keep my face under the blankets, some winter mornings I wake up with a cold-to-the-touch nose and it doesn't even have to be snowing outside!

I've tasted pop-tarts once and they were sweet so they pair up with coffee very well 😎

Family Feud omg yeah it's probably that one, it sounds perfect sdjfshf

THE SOCKS ARE LOOSE they're on the bigger side even on Leonardo so Casey's feet fit in there just fine!! XD I'm a woollen sock connoisseur and lemme tell you if the socks are too tight they feel horrible and aren't even that warm, so loose is the way to go 🙌

And yes a snow horse!!! We built those all the time as children and hey here's a picture of a famous Finnish snow horse 😏

You're so right about the snow fight!!! Casey and April teamed up and they were unbeatable >:D

Last but not least, yes oh my god it's so important to me to let Leonardo heal and rest and learn TO JUST EXIST ;_; Thank you for finding joy in it, too, and again thank you sm for reading and commenting I'M SO GLAD YOU ENJOYED THIS LITTLE FIC <3

#asks #cold feet adjacent

[cybersp4c3]

ALRIGHT /!\ SPOILERS FOR THE ARCHON QUEST

new lore confirmations are great, dottoscara medical abuse enjoyers stay winning 😎

you just KNOW he was getting fucked unconscious every single day in that lab, Dottore literally says he can take way more abuse than a human so he probably tested that whenever he got bored as many times as the scientific method calls for. probably got him drugged with aphrodisiacs and all, strapped to the operating table getting things shoved into his pussy, or getting his limbs disassembled for "routine checks" and just left like that to be nothing but a fleshlight for days on end🥴

and ordered to be in the abyss by the Tsaritsa too!! scara abyss monsters gangbang real! i think he was ordered to make a report directly to the tsaritsa the second he came back so he had to face her still dripping with monster cum with his clothes done up wrong to hide all the torn off parts

(+++if you're looking at how he acts in the quest, it's so obvious they're implying he's obedient by nature, being a puppet and all. and that's interesting👀 maybe the bratty boywife can be good after all as long as you've got him on a tight enough leash <3)

FUCK YOUR BRAIN IS SO BIG

Obedient scara defs got his back blown by that merchant he was working for

The Tsaritsa had to check to make sure scara wasn’t full of those abyss monster eggs (the soldiers that worked under him saw him getting fucked by the monsters and they all have a gut feeling Scara let them do it to him on purpose)

Dottoscara my beloveds <3 scara with multiple vibrators shoved up his cunt!!! Dottore strapped him to a fucking machine and scara squirted so much!!!

[magalidragon]

Maybe it’s the heat. Maybe it is the overwhelming anxiety and uncertainty I feel as an XX chromosome entity with a uterus in the United States. Maybe it’s just the pics of Keet and my wishy-washy feelings about the new show. Either way, here’s a drabble I wrote in 30 minutes and barely proofread. Enjoy! For @youwerenevermine ! 😎

The really hot guy with the ass that wouldn’t quit was fighting with his girlfriend. Again.

Dany sipped her beer, watching the dramatics, waiting for the next band to perform. She was looking forward to it; it was called Iron Bull and the lead singer was exceptionally cute. She obsessed over one of their songs "No One" when she was feeling extra moody and needed a pick-me-up. Seeing them at Dunstonbury was going to be a highlight of the three-day festival.

Except for the performance being put on beside her, with the really hot guy who had been in the same lawn block as her, who wore way too tight jeans and Henleys that appeared to be specifically designed for his no-doubt sculpted torso. She swore yesterday's white one was painted to his abs, each one visible under the thin fabric. It was enough to make her miss most of some of the bands yesterday, watching him dance, imagining the fabric must have also been made of some titanium strength cotton to keep from shredding with his moves.

And such adorable moves they were too. Rather poncy, she thought, the little shoulder dance thing he did, but she liked it.

She had noted that he was there with a group of people. A redheaded woman who came for short periods at a time and then left for longer periods, her wrist filled with VIP bands-- Dany thought her name was Sarah or something, perhaps Sansa?-- there was the tiny woman with a mullet-like cap of dark hair, boots with about four-inch platforms, and a very metal-like fashion aesthetic. There was the other hot guy and his hotter girlfriend, who disappeared for long periods of ftime as well. Robb and Margie, maybe?

And then there was this guy. And the other redhead.

Missandei poked her hard in the shoulder. "HEy, stalker. Got you another beer."

"Thanks, here, take it. It's too hoppy for me." Dany traded the beers, returning her attention to the couple fighting. Their voices were raising; they were Northern, but the chick's accent was way harsher. The Linguistics major in Dany told her it was definitely far North, perhaps even Beyond the Wall, while the guy's was almost certainly a bit farther south of the Wall. She nodded to the couple. "They're fighting again."

"It's like a soap opera."

"You know they haven't had any PDA, not like everyone else around here." At Dunstonbury there was a good chance you saw a bit of everything. So far, all she'd seen is them fighting and the guy was only smiling and laughing when the redhead was somewhere else. It was a three-day festival and they were almost done with day two. She narrowed her eyes. "It seems that Red there thinks Crow is a cheapskate and that he doesn't care about her as much as he should."

"Crow?"

"That's what she calls him." He kind of looked like a crow, she supposed, with his jet black curls that today were pulled into a messy man-bun. He had been wearing mostly black. Except after he'd changed earlier. Red had tossed a drink at him in anger. She pushed her fedora up a little higher on her head so she could get a better view at them while trying to not appear as though she were actually watching them. She chuckled. "I guess he didn't splurge for VIP tickets."

"She would not do well in the VIP area I don't think."

Dany agreed silently; Red was definitely not someone who seemed like they could hobnob with the high and mighty of Westeros society and celebrity, who were often in the VIP areas where they didn't have to wear muddy wellies and ripped jeans. Or if they were, they didn't have a speck of dirt on them. She shrugged. "That other redhead with them has the VIP tickets."

"Maybe he got them for her."

Dany didn't think so; the other redhead seemed disgusted by everyone in the party. It was more likely she was a sibling, judging from her interactions. She nodded again at the fighting couple. "Watch, Red is going to say something about how he doesn't care about her anymore."

Sure enough, the woman raised her voice even higher, throwing her arms out. "At least pretend to give a shit Jon! You can at least hold my hand!"

Jon, so that was the hot guy's name. Dany hadn't heard it yet. It suited him. Simple. Jon turned away from Red, trying to play off her fighting. His pale cheeks, above a scruffy beard, were pink in embarrassment no doubt. "I'm not doing this with you again, we're not even together!"

That was new information.

Red stomped her feet, tears in her voice. "This was supposed to be us trying again!"

"Can't keep trying with you Ygritte, and no, it wasn't, you invited yourself!" He waved his hand. "Go find Val, you brought her with you, you can't seem to go anywhere without your cousin, I was dating you, not both of you!"

"I only bring her because you shut me out!"

"And how do I do that Ygritte? That would require me to actually care about what you have to say which right now I do not."

Oof, burn, Dany thought, sipping her beer and swishing it around a moment to savor the taste before swallowing. She narrowed her eyes, wondering what else was going on between them, and they continued to bicker, until she heard it, confirming her inner suspicions.

"We broke up, Ygritte, you're my ex-girlfriend, I'm not doing this again."

"I wasn't really your ex girlfriend when you called me a month ago after having too many drinks with Tormund and wanted me to come over!"

"My mistake, clearly!"

He looked pained, this poor hot guy. He was trying to be nice to the woman, who Dany would have smacked already given her nasty comments she'd heard the last couple of days, her constant whining, and seemingly never to have her wallet on her so the guy-- the ex-boyfriend-- was always payin gfor her stuff, while she was also compalining that he didn't get her VIP tickets so she was in the mud and could barely see and hear the bands. If she was from Beyond the Wall, Dany was shocked she didn't seem to enjoy the mud and being with the peasants.

Except maybe she had high tastes, but the designer shoes she woere were battered beyond belief and didn't match the rest of her outfit. Dany didn't judge the mismatched clothing choices-- she was wearing a fedora with an exposed dragon-scale bra and camisole with her cutoff shorts and her knee-high wellies. She was the queen of mismatched fashion. It was probably just this woman's clear hypocrisy.

She felt bad for the guy. Plus, she wanted to talk to him. They'd shared a few smiles here and there, catching each other's eye the last day or so. They'd even chuckled at each other when they'd almost bumped into each other in the bar tent earlier. She pursed her lips and made an executive decision.

"Hold my beer."

Missandei frowned. "Where are you going? The band is about to start!"

"Watch the fireworks."

Dany sauntered off, sliding between a few people in the short distance between where she and Missandei were camped and where the hot northerner and his ex were still bickering. She caught his eye and he frowned momentarily, before she plastered a wide smile on her face and threw her arms out. "Jon! Oh my Gods! I was looking for you, can you believe how packed this place is!?"

And she flung her arms around his neck, her nails digging into the back of his head, dragging his stunned face towards her and planted an open-mouthed sloppy kiss on his-- wow, incredibly soft-- lips.

He froze for a second and then melted towards her, his hands resting on her hips, just above the low rise of her shorts, his thumbs pressed to her hipbones. They burned hot and she forgot herself a second, wanting to savor this and even extend it, but then she remembered what she was doing. She let go and patted her palm against his cheek, knocking her hip into his. "Hi!" she exclaimed, offering her hand. "I"m Dany! You must be Ygritte, Jon told me you were with him. Nice to meet you!"

Ygritte's mouth dropped, her blue eyes wide, stunned. She snapped her mouth closed and swallowed hard, turning her head slowly to Jon. "Jon," she breathed. "Who is this?"

"She's uh...she's..."

"Dany," Dany repeated. She beamed. "We met just before the festival, I finally got here, was looking for him. I've been in the VIP area the last day. My brother is one of the organizers." That’s wasn’t even a lie either.

"What!?" the redhead sputtered. She grabbed a backpack from the rumpled blanket on the ground, beating the hot guy on the shoulder with it for a second. "You stupid son of a bitch! You fucking crow! This is it, we're done!” She hit him one more time for good measure and stormed off, screaming for someone named Val to come with her.

The packed crowds aroudn them screamed in excitement, the music starting up on the stage, as the band appeared. She looked up at the guy, shrugging. "I do apologize about that, I realize the double standard, if you had done that to me it would not have been as well received."

"Uh..." he stammered, his forehead wrinkling. "I do'nt..."

"I mean I just assaulted you. I kissed you without your consent." She smiled. "Although towards the end there I think one might argue there was consent but I won’t assume. I am sorry."

He laughed, raking his fingers over his hair. He had a few bracelets around his wrists and a bandana wrapped around another one, which he undid and went to tie back his hair again. "Aye, I...well...you surprised me."

"I really am Dany, by the way."

"And I'm really Jon, how'd you know?"

"I've heard you guys."

He turned bright red, shouting above the band that began. "Sorry about that! She's my ex, she kind of invited herself and wlel...I have trouble letting go sometimes."

"I gathered," she laughed. She gestured back towards her area. "I'm going to head back. I'm glad I didn't misread the entire thing." She went to step away, but he thrust his hand out to grab her wrist, preventing her. She cocked her head, quizzical.

Jon licked his lips and gestured up towards the stage. "The band? Iron Bull? The lead is my cousin's boyfriend. Gendry Waters, you want to come back to the VIP area? I think I owe you for saving my ass with my ex."

Her heart jumped up to her throat. "Oh, you don't have to..."

"No, I...I've been watching you." His eyes widened when she burst into laughter. "No, no! Not like that, that's...Fuck! I suck at this!"

She waved her hand. "No, it's fine, I've been watching you too. Thought that's why I'd come save you, she seems like a handful."

"IT's why she's an ex!"

"I get it!" She nodded, agreeing, and bit her bottom lip. "Sounds good, let me just tell my friend." She pushed back through the crowd to Missandei and grabbed her beer back, guzzling half of it and swallowing hard. "See you later girl, I'll call you."

Missandei looked over her shoulder at Jon, who was waiting, watching them. She howled laughing, smacking Dany's ass. "You go! Call me later, let me know you're safe."

"Later." She grabbed her jacket and jumped away, dodging a mud puddle and joining Jon, who reached into his back pocket and took out a VIP wristband. She hooted, delighted. "You had this all along and she wanted one and you didn't give it to her? You're cruel Jon."

He smiled sheepishly. "It's a long story, but...well...she just was so demanding about it!"

"Don't have to explain to me."

"What's Dany short for?" he shouted, pushing through dancing people to get to the edge of the lawn.

"Daenerys!"

"Daenerys? Well I'm Jon, like you got already. Jon Snow."

"Nice to finally meet you, I've just been calling you 'The Hot Guy' in my head!"

He pinked again, but said nothing, breaking free of the main crowd and working towards the side of the lawn towards the metal gates that separated out the VIP area from the peasants. He paused under an overhang, near one of the drink tents, and smiled again. "The Hot Guy, huh?"

"Sorry, I know that diminishes you to a sex object when I know there is more to you than that."

"Are you always this direct?"

"Are you always this shy?" she shot back, still grinning. She shrugged. "I don't believe in wasting time."

Jon laughed. "Well I should apologize for saying that I've been calling you the Dragon Queen in my head."

Dany's eyebrows arched. "Oh?""

He pointed to her wrist, with three dragons tattooed just under her palm, and then to her ribcage, visible when she moved forwards and her shirt gaped at the side. There was the outline of a dragon making its way along the pale skin there. "And your silver hair, like a queen."

"I appreciate that." It took a second, but she finally processed what the actual meaning of what he said meant. She giggled, poking his chest-- whoa, it was crazy taut, he had to be ripped-- saying, "So why didn't you say anything earlier? Could have saved you some pain with your ex."

He flushed again. "I didn't know how to talk to you....if I'd known you would just walk up and kiss me, I suppose I would have just said, hello, my name is Jon, do you want to get a drink?"

Dany's violet eyes glittered, meeting what she now recognized were his gray ones-- an odd gray, not black like she'd thought-- which fixed intensely on hers. She leaned closer to him, her arm reaching up around his neck, murmuring into his ear, feeling him shvier under her. "Why don't you ask me now?"

Jon brushed his lips over her ear, whispering, "Hello, my name is Jon, do you want to get a drink with me?"

She sealed the answer with another kiss, before tugging him away, saying something about needing to evaluate his dance moves before she could be completely certain. Truth be told, she really needed to see this "shoulder dance" up close and personal.

#jonerys #jonerys au #my fics #my moodboards #my drabbles #stupid drabble

[nocturnal-milk-dud]

Revenge of the Spooky sounds so fun! Okay, I’m in! How about Will Miller + Predator 😎

I don’t know, just something about him in that scenario, his fine a** saving the day (hopefully) just works for me. 😂

Don't Go Walkin' Slow, The Devil's on The Loose

Pairing: Will "Ironhead" Miller x Reader

Warnings/notes: violence; a little gore; language; I really like the mimic ability yautja have and it's very underused imo (from what I've seen); Redfly gets a mention mainly because I didn't have the heart to murder any of the other TF characters; please don't ask me why they're running around at night when they're supposed to be smart.

Rating: PG-13

Word count: 1042

There's only two of you now.

Will winces as you cinch his scarf tight around his arm. A poor excuse for a bandage, but it will have to do. You've lost or had to drop most of your gear.

"Easy," he whispers, nudging your forehead gently with his own. You're both exhausted and hurting, feeling like you're waiting to die.

"Why didn't they tell us what was out here?" you hiss.

"They probably didn't know," he says, but you can tell by his tone that he doesn't believe it. What he doesn't want to believe is that he and his team were sent here just to die. You bite back your words and hunker down against the wall of the cave the two of you had found after the most recent skirmish.

Five other people have been slaughtered since you arrived in this god-forsaken place. Five friends. Left in the most gruesome state if they were left to find at all. And what do you have to show for it? Almost entirely out of ammo, Will's arm slashed to ribbons, and only one of those creatures dead.

"Anybody out there?" The voice is like a piece of glass shattering, the sound so sudden and so startling.

"Is that-?" You look toward the opening of the cave, out into the inky black night.

"Can't be," Will says.

"I need some help!" Redfly. He's alive, but not for much longer if you don't act.

"It is," you say, grabbing your gear and making for the entrance. Will grabs you roughly, pinning you back against the wall.

"It's not. He's dead, they're all dead. This is some sick trick to get us out there and I'm not falling for it."

"I'm not gonna let another person die."

"Neither am I." There's a twinge in Will's jaw, and you can feel his eyes piercing you in the darkness, almost holding you in place all on their own. He's resolved, unyielding. Your shoulders slump, knowing you'll get nowhere with him like this. You drop your gaze to the ground.

"Fine," you grumble. Will moves away from you and lets himself drop heavily to the ground, the act of restraining you taking more energy than he has. You sit back down but keep your eyes trained to the darkness outside, wondering if there is something looking back.

You don't remember falling asleep, but you do remember you weren't supposed to. It was your turn to watch while Will slept. How long have you been out? Will hasn't moved, slumped in the corner, eyes closed, gun draped across his lap. You relax a little.

"Guys?! I need some help!" Redfly again. Redfly's voice. You look at Will. The noise hasn't woken him. No one had seen what happened to Redfly. He had disappeared, leaving his gun and a trail of blood behind. None of that truly adds up to dead. Missing, hurt, but not dead.

But he wouldn't call attention to himself. He wouldn't wander aimlessly through deadly terrain with camouflaged hunters in the middle of the night calling for help. Unless he is too banged up and disoriented to know any better.

Will is right. It's a trick.

Or Redfly is out there, scared and bleeding, about to become a trophy.

"Fuck." You're up and moving before you can change your mind.

Your feet feel like clay as you move through the dense undergrowth. The heat is still oppressive, your clothes fused to your skin, damp with sweat, the grip on your rifle stock slippery with it. You follow the sound of Redfly's voice--the only sound. The wind shifts, bringing with it a sharp scent that stings your nose, and a prickle along your spine. A chill rolls through you. You're being watched.

You break to the right, sprinting through the trees, and an explosion sends sparks up behind you, splintering a tree trunk. The ground shakes as the tree collapses. You don't stop running, even as more explosions rattle the earth around you, forcing you to change directions several times. It feels like the creature is herding you. The forest is a blur around you and you're staring dead ahead when something seems to shimmer. Whatever it is, your gut tells you to stop, and you do, grinding to a halt. Your heart is pounding so hard, your breath coming so fast that you imagine the entire forest can hear you. It's like the world in front of you starts to tremble and peel away to reveal it, that's how well-hidden they are.

Its spear appears first, the business end inches from your throat. The camouflage continues to retreat until you're staring up at the eight foot tall brute, its torso as thick as a tree trunk, face hidden by a mask with cold, dark eyes. A human skull hangs from its belt, and you wonder who it belonged to. You wonder if yours looks similar. You know at any second that spear will enter your throat, and there's not much you can do about it. The creature chitters, its head tilting ever so slightly to the side as if considering you. Everything that happens next happens fast. There's a sharp crack, the creature stumbles, its spear falling, and you flinch at the spatter of green blood across your face.

"Run!" Will shouts, and you do, cutting to the left and catching up to him in the darkness. "I'll ask what the fuck you were thinking later!" Branches grab and scratch at you as you flee and all of a sudden the ground is giving way beneath you, your feet fighting for purchase, before they're swept out from under you. You and Will reach out for each other as you go sliding and tumbling down a steep, muddy slope. The ground comes at you fast, and you land heavily on your chest, the air knocked out of you in a raspy wheeze. You push yourself onto your back, pulling deep breaths into your wrecked lungs, and that's when you see it.

"What the fuck?" you whisper.

"Are you okay?" Will asks, finding you in the darkness, his hand closing around your wrist.

"No." Above you, dangling from the trees, are your team members, bodies bloody and mutilated.

#spooky season 2022 #spooky season requests 2022 #will miller x reader #will ironhead miller x reader #triple frontier #will ironhead miller #charlie hunnam #predator 1987 #predator #yautja #predators 2010 #artemiseamoon #fic requests

[hyba]

Troubleshooting: Marie/Elise and Mystery Writing

In an attempt to help me figure out if my current M/E plot is satisfactory (God I hope so), I've decided to analyze it against this checklist from Novel Suspects:

Okay, so I know that I shouldn't be so focused on playing by the rules because realistically, in writing fiction, there are very few rigid rules. But this is mostly to troubleshoot for Marie/Elise. I'm hoping that by doing a few of these "analyses", I can maybe finally see what it is that's still bugging me about my revised plot.

So, how does M/E stack up?

1. Know your murderer before you start writing.

😬 Did not do that right off the bat. I kept changing my mind about 6 different times throughout over 12 different drafts so...

But I know who they are now. For this draft. That counts, right? 😁

2. Don't know your murderer before you start.

Sounds more my speed. Essentially the same thing I did totally consciously: set everyone up as plausible suspects... but I had a hard time choosing who it would be when it came time.

But again, I know who it is now, so we're cool. 😎

3. Your hero should have some flaws.

So there's 2 "heroes" to this story: Adrian and Marie. Adrian has a whole basketful of flaws, so we're okay there. 😂 Marie is deceptively perfect - as in, she can be good at something to a fault. Kind to a fault. Generous to a fault. Noble to a fault. I figure that's a pretty big flaw.

4. Your hero should be infallible.

Yikes. Okay, so that's not how it works in M/E. Mostly because for this point it seems the author is talking about detectives and sleuths that are always right (Sherlock Holmes, Hercule Poirot, etc.). The only thing is the MCs aren't really sleuths. They're just people. One of them is the prime suspect and just wants to clear his name. They're messy and perhaps just a bit too trusting and a little too personally involved... I wouldn't say they're infallible. But also - not the way these characters are supposed to work.

I'll give myself a pass here 🤭

5. Mysteries have a formula; follow it.

Okay! Good news! I'm already following a murder mystery formula. I analyzed my earlier draft of M/E according to it and have tweaked it to better fit the formula. I do take some creative liberties in the sense that certain things may happen simultaneously or later than they would in the formula (the one I have is a chapter by chapter thing).

Okay, so maybe that means I didn't stick to it all the way, but I give myself some flexibility because it's not the usual detective mystery 😅

6. Break all the rules.

👀 You don't have to tell me twice! In addition to... well, all the exceptions I made to the previous rules, I'm hoping the elements I've decided to include in this story help portray some of the themes I really want to include. Like how the internet and technology today affects criminal investigations, to say nothing of media and gossip.

This is gonna affect the formatting of the story and create new situations for characters that wouldn't have otherwise happened. When a crime happens in a tight knit community, it can't be investigated in complete isolation.

🤔🤔🤔

I guess M/E passes this test? Nevertheless, something is off about this story and I need to put my finger on it! It's just a teeny bit frustrating to feel like this with each iteration of the story. I must put an end to it 😤

#Marie/Elise #join me next time for another riveting troubleshooting session 😂 #writeblr #writers #writing

[mylevisdontfitanymore]

Hear me out stucky+edibles for the first time = absolutely bloated and gorged Steve and Bucky

First things first, I've never tried weed. I'm not of legal age yet, and I also have control issues 😎 I'm so cool, lmao.

So, I don't really have a desire to try weed, nor is weed isn't something I'm super interested in generally. I do have friends that LOVE weed, though. I have experience by proxy, not personal experience. Idk how accurate anything I write would be

That being said...

I do like intox kink 👀

And I bet weed (and specifically the side effect of the munchies) would amount to an absolute orgy of gluttony for Steve and Bucky.

The boys stoned equals constantly hungry boys. And constant hunger turns into constant feeding, or, at least, constant grazing. Never not doing the motion of hand-to-mouth, packing down. Always making up new combo foods, like the time they order too much domino's and too much McDonald's and decide the only way to solve the problem is to put their burgers and fries on their pizza and stuff it all down together. They're beached after that.

In general, no matter the occurrence of getting high, they end up being so fucking out of it.

Flying like kites yet remaining firmly on the ground, weighed down by all the extra weight they've put on since discovering the incredible world of edibles. They're so lazy, zoning out, and riding out their highs on opposite couches where they can take up all the space they need, just sitting back on their widening asses, pinned under gurgly guts. Arms supporting their dome-like bellies as if they're pregnant. Major food babies.

Also, sometimes, while chomping down edibles, they forget that they're eating edibles (they're just so good! they taste so good!) and so they go in hard on the snacks and end up much higher than they mean to. So, they also end up hungrier than they mean to. Getting higher and hungrier means they order and order and order all different types of takeout, plowing through it, not even recognizing how full they are (or how much money they're spending) until neither of them can move.

They can't sit up over their packed guts that hang out of the bottom of their extremely tight shirts and rip the seams of their sweatpants at the thighs, hips, down their ass, or wherever their extra weight can escape. Blowing up. They can't move around. Not at all 😮‍💨

And things are only going to get tighter from here because takeout is greasy and fattening and sugar and, just, full of all the worst things that taste the best. The worst things that're mouthwatering and that promote bloating. Steve and Bucky think they're round now? Just wait 30 minutes...

They'll be so big that they'll be amazed with themselves, caressing their own bellies, waxing hazy poetic words about how fit to bursting they feel. Heavy and stuck like whales. No! Like that ship that got stuck in that canal. Or, no, not like a ship, that's the wrong shape and not heavy enough. They're round and heavy like the whole planet. Earth. And, God, do you think Earth feels bloated before volcanos erupt? All that pressure. Wait, wait, wait, can you imagine swallowing the whole planet? It'd be so heavy and make you so round. And it'd be hot too, right? Like, the core is lava or whatever.

They're full and high and stupid, and it all makes them conk out into food comas pretty fast. By the time they wake up... it's time to start all over again.

Steve and Bucky waste all of their days high and stuffed. Is it really a waste when it feels so good, though???

Eventually, when they're forced to not eat any edibles for a whole day (and, Jesus, those 24 hours feel WAY longer than they should) for some event they absolutely cannot attend even a little high Steve and Bucky will look down at their bellies falling out of their clothes and pushing solidly into their laps, they'll look at each other and try to figure out where all this fat came from. All this blubber that's so soft and malleable and delectable when their stomachs aren't stretched to the max from having no pauses in their days' worth of eating. Their fat tummies are so cushy under exploring, sober hands. Do we really look like this? How did we not realize? How did we put on so much weight without noticing? Like, we were high, hell yeah, but how were we that high that consistently? And... why does it turn us both on so much?

(I just reread the ask and realized you asked for the first time they try edibles....... I'm so dumb lol. Oops. Not exactly what you wanted and super short, but I hope you enjoyed still ❤️)

#ask #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky #chubby bucky #chubby steve #belly kink #text #stuffing #weight gain #intox kink #clothes destruction #mylevisdontfitanymore