#this man is about the same height as my little cousin but like ⅔ his build at best 😂

[rimurutempest]

[Image IDs in alt text.]

This progression of photos in my phone's camera app after Hozier's Meet & Greet in Boston took me out.

#the event started at 4:00 so the timing was a little off but shhh #I'm sorry Andrew. You were lovely! #I promise! (Thank you for indulging my husband!) #no really he was SO sweet #he now has stickers of mine & my husband's fursonas #cracking job really #hozier #andrew hozier byrne #gpoy #sorta #took the pic of the dolls thinking about #Androgynous by The Replacements #just for the record #also for the record #this man is about the same height as my little cousin but like ⅔ his build at best 😂 #i was quite unbothered by his stature but he still seemed to be sort of trying to make himself smaller

[allbark-no-bite]

which lover will i get today.

elvis presley x reader (wc: 1.2 k)

summary: there were two sides to elvis presley, and you never knew which one you were going to get

warnings: toxic relationship, implied age gap (just mentioned that reader is younger)

authors note: after watching saltburn and priscilla, i can say that i’ve been converted to a jacob elordi fan. he’s a ridiculously tall freak of a man and i love him.

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You see him before he sees you, striding in through the front door of Graceland on those goddamn long legs that carry him twice as fast to the bottom of the stairs.

"Where's my girl?" he barks out, you being the first thing that has his attention about as soon as he enters the house. He stops at the first step, allowing you to meet him a few steps up from the bottom. For once you're just about the same height.

"Hello." You greet him, your voice quiet. It's timid, almost like you're uncertain of whether or not he's even remembered you, like maybe you've just dreamed this whole thing up and he's not really madly in love with you.

At your quietness, his aura changes, and he dims himself a little just for you. As if reminding himself that you're not one of his cousins or the Mafia. You're his girl, his Satnin. His expression becomes more pleased than exuberant, his smile faintly subdued.

"Hello," he says softly, copying your greeting with an air of teasing. Because it's so preciously innocent. Because hello is such a laughable greeting after not seeing each other for months. Because it's absurd how much he adores you.

"Hello," he then repeats, firmer this time. Because Hello, I missed you. Hello, where have you been all my life? Hello, I love you.

Elvis closes the distance between the two of you, one of his large hands pressing into your back to bring you into his chest, the other on your waist. His mouth finds yours, gentle and sweet, smiling privately into the kiss. Not really even kissing you properly because there will be plenty of more opportunities to kiss you in the future.

And he's just so charismatic that you don't even care.

But there were two sides to him.

And you never knew which one you were going to get.

That was the one thing that you kept having to remind yourself about him.

It was so easy to forget all of his faults when a majority of the time he was so utterly boyish. He still had to be reminded to pick up after himself, still had to be reprimanded for rough housing, still cried for his mama sometimes. He was fascinated by everything, and he had a new interest all of the time. First it was the books, then the guns, then the horses, then the sailing cap that he took to wearing at every opportunity.

The two of you had gone up to bed early, excusing yourself to a disgruntled Dodger back at the dinner table. You race up to Elvis' bedroom, both of you giggling like little kids as Elvis fumbles up the stairs after you.

Once inside his bedroom, you shriek when he catches you, his arms wrapping around you from behind. He lifts you off of your feet and hefts you onto the lavish spread of his bed, laughing all the while.

When you manage to sit up, brushing your hair from your face, Elvis is already turned back around, a camera in one hand and the previously mentioned captain's hat perched precariously a top his head. With the world at the tips of his fingers, everything was a game to him. He was always trying to find new ways to make life exciting, and if that meant playing dress up then he was all for it. Therefore his donning of the out of place hat came as no surprise to you.

What does surprise you is his tumbling onto the bed, and you have to duck to avoid his flailing limbs.

"C'mere," he laughs, one hand wrapping around your ankle and the other clutching the polaroid camera. He stands, dragging you towards him across the top of the bed until your hair is fanned out behind your head. Lifting the camera and squinting, he snaps a picture before you're kicking your foot from his grasp.

"Oh no you don't, lil' girl." You wheeze in laughter when he drops the camera and catches hold of your other leg, and you find yourself hanging upside down, your head just barely brushing the bed.

"O...o-kay! Okay!" You exclaim through the bubbles of laughter that escape your throat, trying and failing to hold down the bottom of your baby pink skirt. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please, let me down!"

You tumble back onto the bed with a thunk when Elvis releases your feet from his grasp.

"You're a piece of work, Satnin. You know that?" he says with a huff, fixing the hat that had begun to fall from his head. It's to little avail because it falls off completely when you grab a pillow, swinging it at him before he can dodge it. A scoffing laugh erupts from him at your challenge, and he aimlessly shoves you away so that he can grab his own pillow.

Weak from laughing, you swing at him again, completely missing. Elvis lashes out with his pillow, and it barely catches you, giving you enough of a chance to wind up and swing at him again.

It's harder this time, as hard as a pillow can be, and you suppose it catches him off guard because the smile drops from his face and he shoves you back hard, so obviously not playing anymore. It doesn't hurt as much as it should, his hands on you, but maybe it's your own surprise that prevents you from feeling anything.

"Not so goddamn rough," he snaps, breathing hard.

You've heard him yell plenty before. At his cousins, the Colonel, his daddy, but never you. Especially not at you. It causes something sickening in the pit of your stomach that you don't like.

The shock has quickly evaporated and now you're left cowering at the end of his bed, hugging the pillow close to your chest. You don't know where they've come from but suddenly there are tears burning at your eyes. Embarrassed by his rebuke and angry at yourself for being upset, your voice cracks. "That's not fair. You can't play without winning."

"I don't wanna play with a goddamn man," he retorts, already removing himself from the bed. Elvis roughly tosses the pillow that he had been wielding onto the ground.

You see it then in his narrowed and glinting blue eyes. Not exactly anger but something else. Hurt, insecurity, fear. Then it's gone with the slam of the door.

You wait for the sound of his retreating footsteps down the stairs before you take in a shuddering breath, your chest feeling as if you hadn't been breathing the entire time, and quickly wipe at your eyes. It only made him angrier when you cried.

Certain that there's black eyeliner and mascara smeared under your eyes, you shakily stand up from the bed and go over to the bathroom mirror. There is. You look like a feral raccoon and immediately set to scrubbing it away. Once you've finished, your eyes are still glassy and your nose red, but at least you can't tell if your face is wet from the water or the tears.

The door opens behind you and then his hands are sliding around your middle, Elvis' towering figure a looming presence at your back. His head dips and his lips ghost your exposed shoulder, sponging soft, barely there kisses.

You close your eyes and you let him. This is as close to an apology that you’ll get.

It was just a moment. One moment of misjudgment. One single bad moment.

You’ll spend the rest of your life forgiving his bad moments.

#elvis presley x reader #elvis presley x y/n #priscilla movie #priscilla 2023 #elvis x reader #jacob elordi #jacob elordi elvis

[purplecoffee13]

The Fake Girlfriend - pt. 2*

Summary: “The official fake dating can commence, and so can the exploration of a whole bunch of new… feelings.”

Wc: 4.9k

Tropes: semi-enemies to lovers (she hates him)

Warnings: jealousy, possessiveness, smut (f!receiving), a sudden deep analysis of wuthering heights followed by smut

*2 weeks later*

I'm going to move to Italy, seriously.

Ever since Harry and I arrived at the airport I haven't been able to stop myself from gawking at everything I've seen. That includes Harry's relatives, proving that his entire family consists of solely good genes.

The flight was excruciatingly long and a bit uncomfortable. Harry taught me as much as he could about his family, and we both complained about the hernia we were getting from our bad seats. Nevertheless, we both attempted to sleep, and I accidentally dozed off while leaning on his shoulder.

One of Harry's cousins, Matthew, picked us up at the airport. He was particularly fascinated with my existence, almost as much as I was with his accent. I love English accents, I could listen to them for hours on end.

Matthew led us to our room in the Villa and gave Harry a pat on the back before leaving us alone to unpack and get ready to meet the family.

"He's nice." I note, throwing my backpack on the Queen sized bed we have in this room.

"He's a little shit." Harry chuckles, earning a furrowed brow from me. He waves it off, literally, and sits himself on the bed. "You'll see."

We stay fairly quiet for the rest of the time, unpacking our stuff and freshening up. Well, mainly me, because Harry doesn't have to do half the things I do to look good. It's so much easier being a man.

I shoo Harry out of our bedroom and put on a long, brown dress with a wide slit and some floral print on it. As soon as I've changed, I open the door to the bathroom so he knows it's okay for him to walk back in. When he does walk back in, we both catch each other off guard.

While he is analyzing the dress that is currently clinging to my body, I'm gawking at his shirtless chest. My cheeks start to heat up when I realize that I'm staring, but luckily Harry doesn't notice because he's too busy staring at me. Then, he clears his throat.

"Nice dress."

"Thank you." I throw him a small smile.

It doesn't take long for Harry to get dressed and soon enough we are walking from our room to the villa, where the welcome dinner will be held, or at least that's what it said on the card that Harry handed to me on the plane.

We sit down at our assigned seats at one of many round tables. I don't miss the name tags of Harry's parents, and I'm glad to find that Matthew will also be sitting at our table. It will make things a bit less nerve racking.

Harry places his hand on the small of my back as he guides me to his mother. He looks just like her, and by the warm smile on her face, I realize that it probably won't be as bad as I might think it would.

"Mum, this is Y/N. The girl I've told you about. She's my girlfriend." The words leave his mouth in a way that makes me think someone is holding a gun to his head, and I can tell that his mother thinks the same thing.

"I'm Sheila." She introduces herself, nonetheless. I can tell that she is skeptical of me, despite the warm smile on her face. I know it's a genuine one, but I know that she knows her son, and she'll see something is up if he doesn't get his act together.

"This is Tom." She turns to a tall man that I immediately recognize as Harry's father. He doesn't have a lot of facial features from his dad, except for the nose, that is exactly the same. But the way he carries himself, the way he extends his hand for me to shake, those are the aspects that make Harry identical to his father.

We chat with his parents for a little, telling our wonderfully fake story of how we met. Tom keeps nodding but doesn't seem fully convinced. Not because he doesn't believe it, but probably because of the girl he'd rather have his daughter be with; the reason I'm here in the first place. Sheila remains skeptical, but that is just because she can see right through Harry.

So when his parents leave to get some food from the buffet, I'm quick to swat his arm.

"Ow!" He hisses at me.

"You're a terrible actor, do you know that? Your mom is totally on to us!" I say in a soft tone, but it doesn't discredit my disapproval.

"I'm sorry okay! It's hard to lie to her." He responds, and the confession makes my heart melt a little.

I let him off with a roll of the eyes and we join the queue for the buffet. During dinner, Matthew promotes himself to main entertainer of our table by telling countless of stories about him and Harry and all of their antics from back in the days. Harry seems slightly embarrassed sometimes, but he finds it funny nonetheless.

In an attempt to make me and Harry seem like more of a real couple, I take it upon myself to touch him during dinner. Just casual touching. Some hand-holding—above the table so everyone can see of course—and the occasional leg rub. It's only halfway through dinner that Harry finally initiates some touches to, and I have to bite my inner lip at the way his hand feels wrapped around my thigh.

After dinner, a few tables are removed in order to create a dance floor. People are quick to get on it, but Harry refuses to come along with me. Matthew doesn't let the opportunity to bust a move pass, so I leave my purse with Harry and get on the dance floor with him.

We have a big laugh, Matthew and I. He spins me around an absurd amount of times, dramatically dances the tango with me while a pop song is playing, and throws out some moves that I haven't seen since I played Just Dance when I was eight years old.

After a while I decide to retire from the dance floor and get a drink. Matthew offers to accompany me, and for a second I contemplate whether I should say yes. Then I figure, he is a part of Harry's family and I need as many of them on my side for this whole act to be believable, plus I'll be able to get Harry a drink.

We walk over to the bar and order our drinks, Matthew is quick to spark up a conversation as we wait for our beverages.

"How long have you been together again?" He asks, looking over at me with a smirk.

"A month, officially." I reply, and he raised his brows in surprise.

"Only a month, huh?"

"Like I said, officially." I tilt my head, a mischievous smile on my face. He leans over in my direction, with eyes ready to play, and I immediately start to wonder if the head tilt was too flirty instead of funny and playful.

"And unofficially?"

"Almost three months." I divert my eyes back to the drinks that are put in front of me, and thank the bartender.

"Is it serious? Between you two?" He asks, and I don't like the glint of desperation in his voice. Is this what Harry meant, when he said 'you'll see'? Is this guy seriously trying to hit on his cousin's date?

"Well, I cancelled spring break plans with my family, so I sure hope it is." I flash him a smile before taking the drinks and walking back to Harry.

He's sitting alone, despite most every seat around him being taken. Not talking to anyone, not on his phone, just staring into the nothingness. When I approach, he's thrown out of his trance and his eyes follow me instead as I make my way to him and hand over his drink.

"Whiskey on the rocks." I tell him. He smiles at me, putting the glass on the table and grabbing my now free hand. His legs are spread, so he pulls me closer until I'm standing in between them. He looks up at me, and the sole color of his eyes makes my hands sweat profusely.

"Are you having fun?" He asks, his head tilting just like mine did a few seconds ago.

"I am," I say, looking around a bit. "But my legs are a bit tired... Is there a free chair behind you?"

I squint at something that looks like a chair, but I can't really make it out from this angle. When Harry doesn't respond, I look down at him, and find that he was already looking at me. He grabs my waist and pushes me in a bit. Confused, I let my body follow his silent demands, and watch him sit up straighter before pulling me onto his lap.

My back leans against the table, and my legs are thrown over his left one. I hold my drink in my right hand while my left is slung over his shoulder for 'support'. My cheeks flush at the realization that my ass is right on his groin, but I try to make it seem as if it doesn't affect me at all. He holds my waist with his right arm, tracing his fingers around in a way that makes my body shiver.

My eyes fly to my left thigh when he puts his other hand on it, and I try to steady my breathing as much as humanly possible while the tingling sensation between my legs becomes too adamant for me to ignore. The low chuckle that leaves Harry's mouth isn't missed by me, and it makes me even more nervous. He notices, and strikes up a conversation about the party, his family and Matthew.

"He asked me how long we've been official." I decide to tell him. Harry finds it amusing.

"Really?" He smiles. "The fucker."

"What?" I ask, not really understanding how that question adds up to him being a fucker.

"He wants you, been eye fucking you ever since he met you." He explains. "He has a thing for unavailable people, especially if they're unavailable because of me."

"So he just steals your girlfriends? Or at least, tries to?" I clarify, eyes wide, and Harry nods. "How have you not been in thousands of fights already?"

"Never really cared about it." He shrugs. "Most girls were just flings or one night stands, it wasn't anything serious, really."

"Wow." I laugh in disbelief, and it makes me wonder if maybe he is going to let Matthew hit on me. After all, we're faking this. It shouldn't be relief that I feel when Harry's grip on me tightens as soon as Matthew approaches us once again, but I do, I feel relieved. A little bit giddy too.

"Hey, wanna go for a round two?" Matthew asks me after greeting us both. I'm about to decline his offer, but I don't get a chance to speak.

"She's busy." Harry says in a tone that makes my head turn to him. His eyes don't look as friendly as they did before, and the warm smile on his face is looking a little bit more cynical. Matthew takes the hint and wanders off, a bit of disappointment on his face.

"Wow, you really nailed that 'jealous boyfriend' act." I tease him, my left hand instinctively trailing to the back of his head, where I start playing with his hair. He rolls his eyes, pulling me even more into him. I shift in his lap a bit, placing my drink on the table and grabbing his glass instead.

"Here." I hand it to him. "You haven't drank anything since dinner."

"Wow, you're really nailing that 'caring girlfriend' act." He reconstructs my words, and I roll my eyes accordingly. He drinks nonetheless, and I snatch the glass from him, take my cocktail back in my hand, and turn to him again. I frown when his nails dig into my skin.

"Don't move so much."

My cheeks instantly flush. Right...

I am usually way more confident when it comes to flirting. I know exactly what to say, when to say it and how to flutter with my eye lashes in those ways that make men want to drag you to their bedroom. I can flirt with everyone, I'm not easily impressed. Well, except with Malcolm of course, but that was just because I had a crush him. I act like an idiot around people I have a crush on. But I don't. I don't have a crush on Harry. I hated him until a few weeks ago– no. Until a few days ago. I started tolerating him on the plane. Yes, the plane. Oh god, the plane.

"I–" I start a sentence, looking him dead in the eye while realizing that I didn't have something to finish it with. His green eyes along with the feeling of whatever I shouldn't be feeling while sitting on his lap is making me dizzy. "I'm gonna go get a drink."

I try to wiggle out of my seat — which is his lap, oh my god — but Harry seems to find this whole situation very amusing, because for some reason he tightens his grip around me — pushing me more into his hard-on —then nods at the full glass in my hand.

"I think you're good, love." He gives me a half-smirk like I've only seen those guys in the romance movies do and I don't like how it makes my heart pound. What the fuck is happening to me right now?

I look at him, trying to come up with some kind of response that doesn't end up with me sounding like an absolute moron, and then I get lost in his eyes. The loud music fades, and the only thing I can seem to focus on are his eyes and his left hand that grazes further up the slit of my dress. It's only inches, and he trails painfully slow, but he keeps going because he waits for my reaction and it's positive. He can tell by the look in my eyes, and by the way my grip on his hair is a bit too tight.

The tips of his fingers are dangerously close to my panties, and all of a sudden, the music becomes louder again and I feel like I'm waking up from a sinful dream. I swing my legs off of his and get up, my drink almost spilling because of the sudden action. I quickly place it on the table.

"Pee." I say, partly to myself and partly to Harry. "I'm going to... pee."

Harry looks a bit surprised, but more in a way that makes him laugh. I don't miss how his head shakes a bit before giving me a permissive hum. I begin to walk away when I realize a crucial detail is missing, and so I saunter back over to Harry.

"Do you know where the bathrooms are?"

"No." He smirks.

"Oh. okay. Uhm..." I look around aimlessly, hoping to spot some kind of sign. But then, Harry gets up, and stands in front of me. He towers over me easily, it's intimidating and hot. Two things I need him not to be if I want to survive this wedding.

"D'you want to go back to the room?" He asks, voice gone a bit softer. I nod before I even realize that I am doing it, and Harry places a kiss on my temple. Grabbing my hand, he leads us towards the exit, waving goodbye to his parents before we make our way back over to our bedroom.

The cobblestones define the pace of our footsteps, making a whole lot of noise to confirm us where we are. Not that I'd need those stones to find him—he's still holding my hand. I shrug it off, it's dark and he probably doesn't want me to fall face first into these little rocks.

Once we've arrived at our room, Harry walks into the place like it's his apartment, and he goes to occupy the bathroom almost immediately. I grab my white, floral pyjama set that I actually never wear because I like to wear an oversized t-shirt to bed and nothing more. But, I packed my suitcase with the knowledge that I was going to have to lay next to a man the whole week, so I only brought the cute stuff.

When Harry leaves the bathroom, some steam leaves along with him, and I quickly look away at the revelation that he is shirtless, again. I don't miss the amused sniff, but I ignore it nonetheless. I skip into the bathroom, lock it and take a very anticipated shower. A part of me hopes that the water would also wash this weird vibe off. Like if I got out and walked back into that bedroom, my hands wouldn't start to sweat at the sight of him on the bed.

Unfortunately, I am wrong. Because when I do leave the bathroom, not only do my hands start to sweat, but my heart also begins to pound. Fuck.

I'd actively been ignoring this ever since the party. This stupid feeling, thinking it was just me being touch deprived. But I'm not so sure now. Maybe I do have a crush on Harry. However, I can't afford to think about that too much now, so I shake it off and walk over to my side of the bed.

I throw a decorative pillow on the ground and climb into the bed, trying to act as if I don't notice Harry staring at me. He's on his phone, doing God knows what. I grab my book from the bed side table.

"Wuthering Heights, huh?" He smirks, and I can sense the pretentiousness from miles away. I look at him, then roll my eyes with a smile.

"Shut up, it's my favorite story."

"Why? Heathcliff is awful." He frowns, and his tone is a bit mocking. Not to me, just to the story. But it's my favorite story, so I take the offense.

"I just like the fact that it acknowledges that love can make you both whole and destroy you. That loving isn't always really the ending, or the solution. It can be a fleeting middle, break you in a thousand pieces and then leave it for you to pick up the pieces yourself."

"That's a bit pessimistic, innit?" He chuckles. I shrug.

"I think it's realistic to recognize that spite, anger, sadness, and revenge are almost always born out of love, or a lack of it. I think it's optimistic, actually."

He smiles. "Yeah?"

"Mhm." I hum. "Think it creates a space for empathy, does it not?"

"Yeah, I guess so." Harry frowns, as if I've just opened a new door for him. I smile at his face, full of contemplation over what I just said and I know that I'm inevitably screwed.

He should've bashed the freaking book so I could have a reason to hate him.

I decide that I won't be able to concentrate on anything anyway now that I have admitted these weird feelings to myself—and the subject of those feelings is laying next to me—so I shut the book and put it back on my nightstand. 

"Not reading after all?"

"Nope." I chime, my tone sounding way too forced. "Changed my mind. 'M gonna sleep."

I turn off the light on my bedside table and turn around to Harry who is still laying with his phone in his hands. It freaks me out that he is looking at me, it makes me so nervous, but I try my best to be cool.

"Good night." I sigh as my head hits the pillow. I finally look up at Harry—bad move—and my heart melts a bit at his sweet smile.

"Good night."

I am laying with my face towards Harry, mainly because I laid down like that and now I'm too scared to shift too much and look weird, but I feel Harry's burning gaze on me and frankly, it's making me feel incredibly tense. My heart is beating way quicker than it should and I have to consciously steady my breathing in order to provide my lungs with some oxygen.

"Harry." I finally say after three more minutes of tense silence, eyes still closed. He hums softly. "I can feel you looking at me."

I open my eyes, because suddenly I'm very afraid that I'm wrong and look like a complete fool, but he is indeed still staring. He doesn't look like a dear in headlights, he's just smiling. There is a sense of comfort in him that I envy, especially because I feel like I could explode right now.

"Yeah, well, you're nice to look at." He answers, making my cheeks flush with embarrassment. I quickly dart my eyes to his body so I won't have to meet his confrontational gaze — bad idea, bad idea! — and quickly find that staring at his body isn't going to help my case any more.

"Am I making you nervous?" He asks softly, in a way that you could almost describe as sweet. But it isn't, because I know he's reveling in this.

Out of instinct, I look up at him, wide eyed at the fact that he read my mind and my body so well. But I cannot afford this—whatever it is that is hanging in the air right now—so I shake my head.

"Nope, just frustrated." I sigh, which is more a way to get my breathing back to normal. I pull myself up and turn around, my back now towards him, and hope to have closed the conversation for tonight. There is some shuffling from the other side and for a moment I think I did it, I think I won, but then I feel a hand sneak around my bare waist and my mind turns into jelly.

I suck in a sharp breath at the touch of his cold hand and the heat of his mouth on my ear, and swallow a whine at the way it's making my head spin.

"Do you need me to help you relax?" He whispers, and I suck in a deep breath.

"I– I need to sleep." I attempt to reason — mainly with myself — and Harry just chuckles.

"I can think of a way to tire you out." He insinuates smugly and I clench my jaw at his stupid charisma and how well it's working on me.

"Harry, I can't..." I begin the sentence, even though I have no logical argument to say no right now. I want him, really bad but a part of me is forbidding it for reasons unknown, which makes me want it even more. You know what they say about forbidden fruit...

"What? Would you rather be with my cousin? Have him get you off, hmm?" He asks a bit condescendingly, which makes me think the jealous act maybe wasn't such an act after all. His thumb is now circling over my hips and it's making me dizzy, which is exactly what he's trying to do to me.

"No–"

"No?" He plays dumb. His hand lowers to my pyjama shorts and starts playing with it's elastic band. My stomach is on fire and my pussy is aching, it's getting too much for me to brush off. I can't not get off, it's going to kill me. I need life support.

"No!" I whine. He chuckles, kisses my ear lobe.

"That's right... you came to me when he started hitting on you. Such a good, sweet, loyal girl. Sitting on my lap so nicely. Making me so fucking hard..." He taunts, and I start squirming under his touch.

"Harry..." I cry out, because frankly, I can't take another second of this torture. I'm about to implode if he doesn't touch me where I need it between now and twenty seconds.

"What is it sugar?" I can quite literally hear his grin and I groan at the irritating pet name. I grab his arm and try to get out from under his touch, but his grip only tightens on me and he pulls me back into him, cock pressed against my ass. He hums disapprovingly.

"No, feel what you did to me." He leans over to look at me and when our eyes catch, I think my heart malfunctions. "'S not very nice, now is it?"

I shake my head, biting my lip nervously. His eyes dart from mine to my mouth as he breaths out a 'fuck', and he wipes some hair out of my face with his free hand.

He pulls his body away from mine and for a moment I feel like I could cry, but he distracts me by laying me on my back and throwing the sheets off our bodies. He then quickly slips his hand in my pants, grazing his fingers over my underwear.

I look at him, desperately waiting for his next move while he studies my body with a light frown. My eyes go to his sweatpants, and see the straining bulge that hides in it. I go to touch him, offer him some release too but he swats my hand away. The stern look on his face gives me shivers.

"I didn't say you could touch me, now did I?" He states, rubbing his middle finger over my clit, and I curse my underwear for being the only thing that stands in the way of his real touch. Nevertheless, I moan, because he could literally blow on my underwear and I would come right then and there.

"'M sorry." I say softly, shifting when Harry starts to pull down my shorts and underwear. He inspects me, or at least that's what it looks like, and a grin grows on his face.

"I think you'll make it up to me just fine." He beams and starts to circle my clit, causing my hips to shoot up in surprise. He chuckles softly.

"Does that feel good, baby?" He asks and I nod immediately. My eyes begin to feel heavy and I don't know for how much longer I will be able to keep going.

"Harry, slow down or I'm gonna..." I can't get the sentence out because he only starts rubbing faster, and my eyes shut permanently.

"Yeah? You gonna come for me already?" Harry taunts, and I bite my lip to steady the volume of the moans that are leaving my mouth.

"Ah! Oh my– Harry!" I try to sound angry but it's really just me moaning his name very aggressively and the realization that it's his fingers on my clit right now is what sends me over the edge. The explosion feels overdue, and it washes away all the unnecessary tension I'd been feeling since I started fake dating Harry. And now I realized; it was probably sexual frustration.

I close my eyes, trying to control my breathing as well as I possibly can. My legs are shaking and I can feel Harry hovering over me. His body heat warms my cheeks as he hangs over me, leaning on the bed with one arm, holding my face with the other.

"Open your eyes baby." He says softly, and it makes my heart flutter. I am in deep, deep trouble. I do as he says, my eyes meeting his, and the smile on his face makes me feel like I'll melt through the bed.

"You okay?" He asks, stroking my cheek. I nod, head still woozy but not wanting us to stop any time soon.

"I'm okay." I give him verbal confirmation, knowing it's what he needs from me. He kisses my temple, whispers 'good girl' in my ear and moves away from my face.

As soon as I have my breathing a bit under control, my hands reach for his sweatpants, but he Harry grabs my wrists and pushes me away. I frown, and I have to admit that my ego is a bit hurt. I feel like he can see it in my face, because he is quick to explain.

“Believe me I would love to, but another night, okay? Tonight was just for you.”

I can quite literally feel my entire body melt at his words, and it doesn’t help when he gets off the bed and helps me up so I can go to the bathroom.

After I’m done and enter the room again, he is sat up straight at the edge of the bed, and looks at me expectantly. I shoot him an awkward smile and get back into bed. He does the same and we lay silently in the dark for a while.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to…?” I can’t help but ask, feeling like I should return the favor, and still insecure about the fact that he doesn’t want me to.

“Patience, sugar.” He says lowly, and my heart thuds at the kiss I feel being planted on my forehead. The amount of calm I feel is unmatched, and it makes me very sleepy.

“Whatever you say, hot stuff…”

Part 3

#harry styles #fanfic #writing #smut #blurb #fanfiction #harry #one shot smut #one shot #smutty #enemies to lovers

[harrywavycurly]

I just watched Saltburn and now i need to know how you’d write a conversation with Eddie and Reader as he’s watching it 😳😂👅

Hiii lovey!!! So as someone who loves this movie I will totally give you a conversation between Eddie and Resder as Eddie watches it for the first time!😂 I just know he’d be a changed man after seeing it🙈 so enjoy!!💖

-if you haven’t seen Saltburn and hate spoilers then don’t read this!!✨

“Why is this movie called Saltburn? Is it about getting too much sun?” “Just watch the movie Eddie…” “Damn Felix is fucking tall…Oliver is so…so tiny…is that a pierced eyebrow? I think I’d look good with one of those.” “An eyebrow ring? No…now shush I’m trying to concentrate on how tall Felix is…” “that dude is a dick…his cousin…friend dude..I don’t like him.” “Yeah he’s kinda annoying.” “Jesus I thought my home life was bad…Oliver’s life is just…sad.” “Eddie for the love of god just stop talking.” “The house is called Saltburn?? This movie is named after a…holy fucking shit that’s a castle.” “It’s nice.” “His mom reminds me of Miss Molly down the street.” “Because she talks a lot and agrees with whatever you say?” “Exactly….what…what’s he doing watching Felix in the bath….oh god why is he in the tub? What’s he-” “He’s doing exactly what you think he’s doing.” “He…he literally drank…his bath water that he…good lord baby why are we watching this?” “Just keep an open mind.” “Uhm why is Felix’s sister so-” “don’t you dare say a single bad word about Venetia.” “Sorry…what’s Oliver doing? Why is he…why did he say he’s a vampire?…holy fucking shit! What the fuck? He’s…he’s…yeah okay he’s doing that….whats this movie rated???” “As if you haven’t watched worse?” “God he’s out of control…oh that’s nice they’re gonna throw him a birthday party…” “yeah…” “what’s he doing with Felix’s cousin…what’s his name? Oh shit okay…okay yeah that’s…that’s…okay….” “Yeah…” “Felix talked to Oliver’s mom?….” “Just wait…” “Holy shit! Holy shit! His dad’s alive?? Oh no…oh no no no…Felix isn’t gonna be happy…oh yeah…he’s gotta die now…no fucking way Oliver is talking himself out of this…he’s gonna have to kill him.” “Felix is so tall…and pretty with his little wings.” “What’s with you and his height?” “What? He’s fucking massive you said so yourself.” “I’m getting bad vibe about this party…this isn’t gonna end well.” “We shall see…” “someone’s gonna die in this maze aren’t they?” “Shut up and watch.” “Who are they looking for? Felix? Oh god it’s because he’s dead…i fucking knew it! Oliver killed him! Call the cops it was the dude with the antlers!” “Eddie sit down.” “Who’s next on his list of murder? Is it Felix’s cousin friend?” “You’re so annoying.” “Wait wait…why…why is he taking his shit off…why is he getting naked at this gravesite…what the fuck…why are we watching this? Oh god…not his sister! She was so sad…and…and now she’s dead…” “it’ll be…uh..okay Eddie…” “you’re so full of shit…oh he’s getting kicked out! Good he is bad news for this family.” You can say that again…” “what the fuck are the odds he’s in the same cafe as Felix’s mom?…that’s a damn set up.” “Mhmmm…” “oh my fucking god! Baby! Baby she’s fucking dying??? What did he do to her?…shut the fuck up he took…her breathing tube…holy fucking shit.” “I know…” “he got the house…he got the fucking house?…oh my fucking flying shit sticks it was all a set up!!!!! What!!! He popped his tire?? No way!! I can’t…baby what did we just….why is he naked? He’s dancing…naked…around his house…” “yup…” “oh good we get to see a full frontal…nice…he has their stones? Jesus fucking Christ….I…who am I now? I feel different…” “told you it was good.” “I don’t know if it was good or just so disturbing that we have to just say it was good so we don’t feel weird.” “Felix is so tall.” “Yeah…you keep saying that…did you just sigh? Are you okay over there?” “I’m fine…totally fine.”

#eddie munson au #Eddie Munson conversations #Eddie extras #eddie munson request #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader fluff #eddie munson concept #boyfriend!eddie munson #stranger things au #my little dungeon master baby #saltburn spoilers

[barrydeutsch]

Things We Can Stop Saying To Fat People Already

Help us keep making cartoons! I make a living mostly from a whole bunch of people pledging $1 or $2, and I really like that a lot. http://patreon.com/barry More about this cartoon at https://www.patreon.com/posts/things-we-can-to-75293817

TRANSCRIPT OF CARTOON

This cartoon has nine panels. The central panel (panel five) has the words "THINGS WE CAN STOP SAYING TO FAT PEOPLE ALREADY" written in large, friendly, somewhat psychedelic-style lettering.

Other than the center panel, each panel features a different scene showing one or two characters speaking.

In addition to the nine panels, there's a small additional "kicker" panel under the bottom of the comic strip.

PANEL 1

A thin woman stands outdoors, wearing a plush winter vest over a plaid shirt, with a knit hat. She's smiling too large and clasping her hands together in front of her chin. Behind her we can see pine trees on a snow-covered hill.

WOMAN: You're not fat! You're gorgeous!

PANEL 2

On a sidewalk in front of a storefront, a man in green pants and a polo shirt looks very surprised, eyes wide, one hand against his cheek. He's speaking to a fat woman with a rolled-up yoga mat strapped over her back, and a gym bag; she's wearing athletic shorts and a tank top. She looks somewhat taken aback.

MAN: You do yoga?

PANEL 3

A woman stands in a kitchen, looking at the reader with a face full of concern, her forefinger pressed against her chin.

WOMAN: Are you sure you should eat that?

PANEL 4

A man stands in front of a shoulder-high brick wall. There's a grassy area, the height of the wall, on the other side of the wall; there are bushes and trees and a wide-eyed dog. The man is holding a hand up in a "no big deal" gesture and looks certain.

MAN: My cousin's friend's wife's barista lost 200 pounds by drinking one less coke a day.

PANEL 5

This is the center panel. It contains the title of the strip, "THINGS WE CAN STOP SAYING TO FAT PEOPLE ALREADY," written in large, friendly letters.

PANEL 6

In a supermarket, a thin, older woman is pushing her cart next to the the cart of a fat man wearing a baseball cap. The woman  is leaning over to examine the contents of the man's cart. (Sharp-eyed readers might notice that the two carts contain exactly the same food items.)

The woman is smiling, the man looks taken aback.

WOMAN: Well, that explains things.

PANEL 7

Two men, one thin and one fat, are jogging next to each other on a suburban looking sidewalk. The fat man, who has a shaved head, is wearing two layers of shirt (a black tee shirt over a mustard-brown long-sleeved tee shirt) and sweatpants. The thin man is wearing running shorts and a striped tee shirt. The thin man's expression  is surprised and maybe a little hostile; the fat man's expression is annoyed.

THIN MAN: You're not trying to lose weight? Really?

PANEL 8

In the foreground, we see a fat woman riding a bike and looking annoyed. Nearby, in the street, a driver is leaning out of his car window to yell at the woman. His expression is hostile.

MAN:  You're FAT!

A small caption at the bottom of the panel says "this really happens!" (And it does! It's happened to me numerous times! I have no idea why people are like this.)

PANEL 9

A thin man is holding out his palms and speaking directly to the reader, looking puzzled and concerned. He appears to be in a den or living room - we can see a little table with a tea cup and flowers, and a comfy looking armchair, in the background. The man is wearing a button-up shirt with a polka dot pattern open over a black tee shirt.

MAN: Have you heard of eating less and exercising more?

SMALL KICKER PANEL UNDER THE BOTTOM OF THE CARTOON

A thin man wearing a black shirt is talking to a fat man with a beard and a pony-tail who looks like Barry (the cartoonist). Both of them have friendly, smiling expressions.

THIN MAN: I'm sure they didn't mean anything. You're being too sensitive.

BARRY: You can stop saying that, too.

#fat liberation #fat acceptance #political cartoon

[yumemiruuuu]

“Qi Rong thoughts that followed me around like how baby Qi Rong followed his Cousin around like a scrunkly, rabid raccoon”

because as someone who gets upset but can’t effectively voice their frustrations, I get serotonin from watching a scrunkly little green man be stinky and cause a scene

First and foremost, how did he go from being just a brat to straight up submissive and breed-able bratty bottom?

No, like, seriously. These are two completely different individuals??? One is just a brat, and the other is a breed-able bratty bottom, and I’ll be honest here, it took me such a long time to fully appreciate the donghua design because I was so used to STARember’s design. And yes, I threw a fit to every single person I know about how vastly different his design is, I can show you the receipt.

Since his height isn’t listed… (as far as I’m aware), I’m convinced that he’s the shortest adult character in the series (yes, shorter than Ling Wen… who is TALLER than Xie Lian??????) Thus, if he were to be a dog, I can imagine him as a chihuahua. And everyone around him would be like “awww is the tiny little pookie angry???” and just make fun of him, because that’s what people do to angry Chihuahuas for some reason.

This is him throwing a fit at Pei Ming (yes, PM is a German Shepherd in my mind. Yes, I will make videos on this.)

That one specific plot-point in the novel where HC and XL are in a shack/inn and QI RONG WAS THE COOK??? Like WHAT?? Chef Boyardee who? I only know Chef Qi Rong

He’s also unfortunately selectively intelligent??? Which actually makes sense since he did grow up as a part of the royal family. And I feel like a lot of people forget that. But at the same time, even without the royal background, I feel like he has a certain sense of intelligence…. that comes from… god knows where???? And that’s kinda scary to think about, because imagine if he actually put his full thinking cap on 😭😭

Bro just straight up Out-Gay-ed Shi Qingxuan, which… I didn’t even know was possible. Like, when he flicked his wrist, I almost expected him to go: ✨✨SLAYYYY 💅✨✨

Please don’t forget the “waist snatched, tits out” potential with this man. Donghua version. Manhua version would never.

Disfigured Pikmin Qi Rong

Did I talk about “DOG HUA CHENG” and “DOG FUCKED XIE LIAN” already? Because like… despite the nasty implications, he was definitely onto something. He probably just didn’t realize to what extent 😭

I just want an official plush of this man so that I can use him as a soccer ball when it’s pouring outside and kick him around into puddles and mud and… yeah

I could have sworn I had more thoughts of him but I can’t remember now so maybe there will be a part two 🤔🤔

Oh yeah, I just remembered my friend telling me about how his name means face of sorrow or pity or something like that and just… CAN YOU IMAGINE. I need to go into a wholeass thing with this some day because when I realized that, I did not feel okay 😭

#point is… qi rong should be on a talk show #maybe a podcast if anyone dares put him in a room with a microphone #i’m sick and in need of rest and recovery but qi rong thoughts are pretty important imo so #sorry for the lack of posts these days btw. been very busy and with no time to think of prompts #heaven official's blessing #tian guan ci fu #tgcf #天官赐福 #qi rong #qi rong thoughts

[halfghostwriter]

Wraith Radio Pt. 2

Part 1

“You’re listening to Wraith Radio, your number one link to the living realm. I’m your host, the wandering ghost, Ellie Phantom. It’s day two of my adventure in Gotham City, and I gotta say, today was… wild. Bit of context for those who missed the start of yesterday’s show, long story short, I publicly told the Red Hood that I would wait for him at this place called Park Row so I could take him to a doctor in the ghost zone because his body is bad.

After I ended the show, I got this call from my cousin, Danny. He and his friends back in Amity had been listening, and they think that, because I never showed off any of my powers or anything, and cause I look like any other human, he might not have actually believed I was a ghost. Which, fair, I guess.

So now I’m thinking, ‘well, no big deal, I can just show him my ghost form.’ Buuuuut then I remember the stupid amount of curses and stuff all around this city, and as part of the ghost population who technically never experienced death— no, that time I melted does not count— I’d like to prolong that experience for as long as possible if you don’t mind. Where was I? Oh right, so now I’m thinking, ‘well, no problem, I can just open up a portal, bring him to the zone, and transform there.’ Quick, simple, no problem.

So we come to today. I’m at the meeting spot, it’s five minutes to the meeting time, and I’m sitting on the edge of this rooftop, keeping an eye out for the arrival of the Red Hood.

And then a building blows up.

Right across the street, the top floor of this sketchy run down place I had been staring at, just. Boom! And then I hear all these gunshots, and screaming, and I look down at my watch, and I have about four minutes before noon, so I turn invisible, float over, and poke my head through the wall. Right there, center of the room, I see Batman, Robin, Red Robin, and Red Hood fighting this… I dunno, skinny twink with like a burlap sack over his head? Look, it took me a week to memorize the Gotham vigilante’s names and costumes alone, I wasn’t going out of my way to look up their entire rogues gallery. But anyway, they’re fighting this guy and a bunch of people who I assume are working for this guy, and I see some people tied up in the corner screaming their heads off for no clear reason. I mean, yes, I know it’s scary being tied up by an evil scarecrow of a man, but when I say screaming, I don’t mean ‘please, save me, I’m in distress’ screaming, I mean ‘the soulshredder just sliced through me and now I’m seeing my worst fears manifested in front of my eyes’ screaming.

So I get a little closer, I land on the floor, and just, to go off on a bit of a tangent for a second, the Gotham vigilantes are just. So much taller than me. I felt so incredibly tiny being in the same room as them. Like, yeah, I know I’m short, but I had hoped that I would at least be the same height as Robin, but no. I swear, every time I stand next to someone who’s supposed to be close to my ‘physical’ age, I become more and more convinced that the billionaire who made me had absolutely no idea what he was doing. He brought me to life and was like ‘you’re a twelve year old!’ and I was like ‘you’re right!’ because I had no frame of reference because I was born that morning. Anyway, so I get closer to the screeching humans being held against their will, and I feel this scratchy, almost burning feeling in the back of my throat. I try to brush it off, but then I look down, and I see my body fucking melting.

Now this isn’t be my first time melting, so my first thought isn’t ‘oh god I’m gonna go from half to full ghost,’ or even ‘ugh this shit again,’ but rather ‘why the fuck doesn’t this hurt?’ Because I know exactly what melting is supposed to feel like, and it isn’t a feeling you can just ignore. Like, I can’t really describe it to someone who’s never had every muscle in their body suddenly coalesce into one, with every attached nerve ending screaming louder than a heavy metal band, but trust me when I say that the “pain” I was feeling was barely anything compared to actually melting, like it felt more like my skin was itchy than anything. So, I try poking one of the places where my body is melting— don’t ask me why, I don’t really know why I did it— and instead of feeling ectoplasm drip over my hands, I just feel… my arm. And I realize, ‘oh, not only is this just an illusion, it’s a shitty one.’ Or, y’know, at the very least one that doesn’t work too well on a halfa.

So I shake that off, cause yeah, I don’t like seeing myself melt again, but as long as it’s not actually happening again, I’m good. Plus, if it does start again, I do still have my extra ecto dejectos in my bag, and yes, Danny, I will call you if it actually happens, sorry if I almost gave you a heart attack a few minutes ago. Anyway, I turn back to all the tied up screaming people, and I notice these, like, fog-machine-looking-thing next to all of them, and I get closer to one, and the scratchy feeling at the back of my throat gets worse, so now I’m thinking ‘oh, this must be what’s causing everyone to see things.’ So I turn my arm intangible, stick it into this machine, and I pull out this bottle of just… the worst smelling chemicals I’ve ever been near, which is saying a lot for someone born and raised in a basement lab. But, it stops the fog machine, so I plug it with some stuff from my bag, and pocket it so I can’t smell it anymore. I keep doing this to each of the nearby machines, and eventually the front pocket of my bag is just completely stuffed with gross chemicals.

So that’s over with, and I look over to see if the fight’s done, but no, they’re all still going at it, which means I still can’t talk to Red Hood and get him to the Zone, so I figure I have some time to kill. And I remember that there’s, like, ten or so people tied up against their will, so I start freeing all of them. Obviously, the ropes themselves are really easy, all I really need to do is phase them off. The people, on the other hand, are crazy hard to get to actually do anything other than scream. Like, I try pushing people towards the exit, I try dragging them across the floor, anything to get them to leave the building which is— in case you forgot— on fire. I mean it’s just the top floor, but I’ve heard from Ember that a fire anywhere in the house could be the cause of a human’s death, especially if no one’s watching it, and I doubt that anyone is actually watching that fire.

So now I’m kinda panicking, cause I was hoping the fight would be over by now and all these people would have been brought outside, but not only is the fight not over, I look over and see the bad guy throw these cans over at the people, and I realize that they’re giving off the exact same poison-fog as the machines from earlier. And I’m just. So pissed off. Like, I just took care of that!! For all I knew, that illusion stuff could’ve worn off in a few minutes, and I wouldn’t have to worry about keeping all these people alive!!

Side note— Danny. I get it now. I get the whole ‘desperate need to protect any and all humans’ feeling you were talking about.

They are just… so easy to put into danger.

Holy shit.

Anyway, I’m feeling that whole ‘selfless anger on behalf of strangers’ thing for the first time, and I think it turns my brain off, cause I just pick up the cans and throw them at the bad guys head while yelling ‘FUCK YOU, DIPSHIT!’

And my invisibility drops.

So.

Not my best decision.

But not my worst, because my aim was perfect.

I’m pretty sure I knocked him unconscious, but I’ll be honest I wasn’t really paying attention to that guy anymore because I had just revealed one of my abilities— not to mention I think my eyes were glowing— in front of the fucking Batman. Now, I don’t know if the rumors about him hating metas are true, but I do know that most humans fucking hate ghosts, that I definitely don’t know what he thinks I am, and that I’m not risking my ass to find out. So, invisibility goes back up, and I start to book it before I remember that the whole fucking reason I showed up was to help out Red Hood. So I take a flyer, write “sorry, try again tomorrow?” on the back, and then I get the fuck out.

I wind up flying so fast back to this little hideout I’m staying at that I guess I wound up jostling some things in my bag? Yeah, by the time I get back, I feel this… leaking through my bag. And I take it off, so I can check out the damage, and uh…

Ok, so remember how I mentioned those ecto dejectos I keep on me? Well, I tend to keep them in the front pocket. And the scary-illusion-liquid-stuff was also put in the front pocket. And one of the bottles and an ecto-dejecto hit each other just a bit too hard. And apparently. When these two things are combined. You get… a blob ghost. Who only knows how to melt.

I’ve named him Goop, and he’s the most pathetic creature I’ve seen in my life. He just melts until all of his body is liquid, then it all just blorps back together. He’s solid for like a second, then he starts to melt again. Also he keeps trying to drink the scary-illusion-liquid. I’ve been holding him in my lap this entire time, and while he’s not hard to stop, I do still need to sleep, so if anyone has any advice on how to handle a mutant blob ghost, I’m all ears. Also, if theres any specific way to get rid of mysterious chemicals that honestly shouldn’t exist, please tell me, otherwise I’m just gonna find a sink and dump it.

Anyway, that’s enough about my day, onto things I’ve heard about the city…”

————————

The batfam stared silently at the glowing radio that Jason had brought.

And an unspoken agreement was reached.

Meta, ghost, whatever— this was a child with absolutely no adult supervision, severe trauma, an unknown set of powers, and a ridiculous amount of fear toxin. Not to mention something that she described to be a “mutant blob ghost.”

It was time to do a bit of research into the kid.

Or, it would, were it not for the fact that “Wraith Radio” didn’t seem to exist online, nor did “Ellie Phantom.” It was also likely she used a fake name for her show, since there didn’t seem to be any records of an “Ellie Phantom” anywhere.

Of course, that wasn’t enough to deter them. After all, she herself had mentioned her family.

And so, they began looking into Amity and her cousin, Danny.

#danny phantom #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc fanfic #dc x dp #danielle phantom #wraith radio

[shatcey]

Genjiden prologue

I have finished the prologue of Genjiden. And this is my retelling. Long, messy, and inaccurate. MC is a young, pretty little pharmacist's apprentice (I think it's a cross between a person who makes medicines and treats people, like Ieyasu from Ikesen). So… She went to the city at night (she wasn't going to do it at night, just timed it wrong), where her teacher went… Why they couldn't go there together is a big mystery (perhaps a translation problem). There was a meeting with a merchant with an eyepatch, but it doesn't matter. Excuse me the Guy with the eyepatch. So, she almost got to the city, but suddenly noticed a small white fox in the grass… of course, the wounded one (why else MC can heal).

(cutie)

She deals with his wounds, and suddenly two people with not entirely peaceful intentions appear. I'm really bad at remembering new names. So use the nicknames I gave them… At least for now. A guy with huge pearls on his chest - Pearl-guy - (it's probably bombs, but they look just like pearls). Pearl-guy is very loud and aggressive. I didn't like him at first sight. Who wears pearls this size? Poor oysters. He was accompanied by a cute red-haired guy with a bow - Ginger cutie - who convinced Pearl Guy to leave MC alone. When they finally decided to go their ways, she mentioned the little guy in her arms (fox, if you forgot), and they suddenly ordered her to leave him to them with very bloody intentions. Of course, MC refused (she had just patched him!). And two more people appear. I guess this road is very popular at night.

One of the newcomers reminds me a lot of Yves from IkeРri (height, blond hair, blue eyes), so for now I'll call him Japanese Yves. And he was with a guy with glasses and red gloves. These gloves bother me a lot… He wears grayish-black armor and red gloves… It's very creepy… It looks like his hands are constantly covered in blood. So he's going to be Red-gloved guy. The newcomers start fighting with the previous pair. Red-gloved guy shouts to MC go to the forest and meet two more people. Sorry… I need a moment… It's so stupid that I was surprised I didn't laugh when I read it.

She ran away because she wanted to save this little fox. Of course. I would have done the same thing. He's cute and small… and much quieter than the others. He has so many pluses.

In the forest, she meet a man who is supposed to be Nobunaga of this world. But… He doesn't have that heavy aura of authority, and he's much younger. I didn't find anything special about his appearance, so he's going to be a Little Nobunaga for now. There was a guy with him who reminds me of Hideyoshi because he looks pretty friendly and he's with little Nobunaga. But the red-gloved guy called him Fluffy-haired, and I like the sound of that. So they're talking… about something… I don't remember. And another person appears. For some reason, he looks more like a small version of little Nabunaga. From their conversation, I realized that he was Little Nobunaga's cousin. So… that's why they are so alike… Make sense… But suddenly one of his eyes turned red, and now he looks so creepy… like a zombie. Sorry, little-little-Nobunaga, you're Zombie now.

It's a comic after reading the prologue, but it looks so cute and will give you some visual.

Zombie uses some kind of magic, and fluffy-haired tries to fight him, but to no avail. Somehow, MC and the little fox in her arms have attracted attention, and yet another person orders her to leave him behind and run. But no, she would never let anything bad happen to her (already her) pet. And suddenly the little fox turned into a cute guy with a long silver hair and animal ears. Not bad… Big fox. Then Big fox did something to MC, and her eyes and hair became the same color as his. Miracle. But no. It was a contract or something, and now she has his abilities. Another person appears, no, he falls… I mean, he flew and landed… It's a demon. Sorry… I need one more moment…

He looks a lot like a demon… Black hair, red eyes, pointed ears, pointed nails… but… I don't know who did it or why… but he has an ornament on his chest… and it looks like tits… black fluffy tits… I'm sorry, demon you are Black-tits guy now. So… The first 4 people came running… in the forest. There was probably a field somewhere out there… otherwise, I have no idea how 10 people can stand in a bamboo forest and see each other… Zombie is trying to use his magic, but MC, have no idea how, take it away from him. She has abilities. And… Zombie, Black-tits, Pearl, Ginger are gone… Ugh… more oxygen.

But another person appears. I don't know why… but he looks like he should have long hair. It's just that his hairstyle somehow creates this impression… The Not-long haired guy. He mostly laughs because MC is stuck with Big fox, probably forever, their bond is very difficult to break, and because of that she will become a target. But little Nobunaga assures MC that she can stay under his protection. And… she literally has no other choice. The not-long-haired guy went to the capital (if I understood correctly) and met with two more people. A little boy who reminds me of Oliver from IkeRev, because his voice is not the vice of a child. And (I read a description) the Last emperor or something. And again, he has beautiful eyes, but other than that, I didn't notice anything remarkable. Small child turns into a very beautiful demon, and I even stop for a while just to admire his beauty… So for now he'll be Beautiful demon.

Little Nobunaga returns to his city with all his gang. People run to meet him, and he suddenly becomes very sweet and smiling. Considering how he had behaved before, it was quite shocking. But fluffy-haired said it was normal for him. Surprise-surprise. The rumor of friendly and popular leader are true.

So the MC stayed with the guys and said thanks for their kindness or something. The end.

I know my story lack of… story. But there was a lot of terms that translator refuse to translate and it was very long prologue and I quite surprised I remember that much…

But after that I was very dubious with who start to play. Red-gloved has an aura of Faust from IkeVamp, which is good, but I cannot forget his red gloves…they are creepy. Little Nobunaga really weird, I don't know what to think about him yet. And choose Big fox right from the start seems a bit too rush. So I chose actually the only guy I liked. Ginger cutie. He seems to be quite rational (even cynical), funny, and undeniably cute. So be it.

Actually his cards are very pretty as well…

I was considering to chose one of them. I couldn't find Beautiful demon, so decided to stay with Big fox. He's like a "pet"/"future husband" at the same time…

#ikemen genjiden #ikegen #cybird otome #cybird ikemen #ikemen series #cybird #ikemen games #ikesen #ikemen sengoku #ieyasu tokugawa #ikemen sengoku ieyasu #ikesen ieyasu #ikepri #ikemen prince #yves kloss #ikepri yves #ikemen prince yves #nobunaga oda #ikemen nobunaga #ikesen nobunaga #ikemen sengoku nobunaga #hideyoshi toyotomi #ikesen hideyoshi #ikemen sengoku hideyoshi #ikemen revolution #ikerev #oliver knight #ikerev oliver #ikemen revolution oliver #johann georg faust

[20w14a]

Finally made a line up for these guys (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

I’ll probably do more or something later but I’m still deciding on the other designs. Anyway, from left to right we have NPC Grian, Evil Xisuma, Helsknight, Worm Man, and Renbob!

[Headcanons and design notes under the cut]

NPC Grian

5′6 ft

demon? robot?? nobody knows

oldest of Grian’s robots children

although it loves messing with his creator and friends, it doesn’t mean to scare them when he suddenly appears

possessed doll vibes

patch on sweater made by Evil X

design wise I didn’t do much but I wanted to give a bit more distinction from mine by adding overalls and a sort of doll like vibe by taking inspiration from old toys like Raggedy Andy and a certain doll line I despised as a child lol

Evil Xisuma

5′8 ft with boots (without them they’re the same height as NPC Grian)

resting bitch face

lichtenberg scars sometimes appear on arms and body

long hair messy from wearing helmet

hair clips from Worm Man (idea taken from @waterfall-ambience)

unironically good friends with a lot of these guys but tends to act aloof about it for appearance sake

qpr with Worm Man

most of their design takes inspiration from the classic doom skin with a little inspiration from some fashion style and a certain clone with electric powers based on a blue fast hedgehog haha

Helsknight

5′10 ft

semi-retired champion fighter

flame is a part of him (essentially like certain demonic creatures, was debating going for a dullahan vibe because they are undead fae)

cut on mouth is from fighting

def a nerd in my head but tries not to show it (probably taught both Evil X and Worm Man tcg or something at one point)

his relationship with Evil X is funny to me, I think they’d share music tastes

his design mostly takes inspiration from knights from video games I know (ex: Julius from ender lilies, please check out that game)

Worm Man

5′10 ft (couple inches taller than both Helsknight and Zedaph)

has no superpowers; runs on perseverance and cartoon logic

sensitivity towards clothing textures, usually wears t-shirts and comfy clothes outside of hero suit (also wears glasses, check my other posts to see what I mean)

the stuff in his belt bags are mostly essential stuff like first aid equipment and leftover treats Evil Xisuma baked

qpr with Evil X

I kept Worm Man’s design the same; honestly my inspiration for his is actually from me using pink fabric as a kid for costume day funnily enough (though I will say I like to think his design is like a closet cosplay in a way with how he made it)

forgot this originally but the eye thing is more so a style choice and not part of the mask, I wanted it to have like a spiderman sort of vibe there with his expressions

Renbob

5′11 ft

originally would stop by to visit his cousin, Ren but slowly started staying more to help around the server until he later joined The Goatman with his work

werewolf cocker spaniel

freakishly strong and smart

more bite than bark than Ren if threatened, takes a lot to get him really pissed off though because of how chill he is

taken a bit of inspiration from hippie fashion for his design

#player.art #hermitcraft #hermitclones #npc grian #evil xisuma #helsknight #worm man #renbob #/seed

[ilvvd0b]

old friends

(there will be a part 2)

summary:

y/n conklin and jeremiah have gotten extremely close over the past few summers, but when it's that time of year again, things get a little complicated for the two boys

warnings: just a brief mention of underage drinking

word count: 1511

the drive to cousins was pretty much the same every year, your mom drives, steven's in the front and you're in the back on your phone the whole way

but this year is different, steven's driving and you're in the front, humming along to the music on the radio and distantly listening to steven talk about god knows what, all you did was wonder what jeremiah looked like, did he look the same? did he get taller? did he cut his hair? did his eyes get impossibly more blue?

you were about to find out as steven pulled into the driveway to the cousins house

you let steven and your mom get out first, looking at your phone to avoid getting out of the car, you didn't know why you were so nervous this year and why you were stressing so much

"y/n! get out of the car please and come say hi!" your mom shouts

without a second thought you got up and out the car and chose to go for a casual stance, leaning against the hood of your moms car

this was casual right?

before you had time to overthink, you saw jeremiah making his way over to u and his mouth parted slightly as he looked at you

"is that you y/n?" he jokes and you smile chuckling softly

over the school year you decided to start hitting the gym more frequently, you began to fill into your body and even gained a decent amount of muscle, nothing too crazy for a 15 year old, but also nothing short of average, you also decided to cut your hair making it better frame your face

you all around did have a nice glow up and it showed

"of course its me jer" you say as he envelopes you into a hug

"its great to see you man" he puts a hand on my shoulder and we lock eyes

maybe his eyes did get bluer..

"oh. my. god." you hear from infont of you and jer. you both turn your heads to the person who spoke, susannah, "look at my handsome boy!" she says happily, "oh you got so big, you're like a foot taller" she laughs hugging me

"he ended up growing a ton over the school year" my mom says coming up next to susannah

"you're almost jeremiahs height" she says, hands claped together like shes reminiscing on an old memory

"conrad, what's up man!" you hear steven speak and i see conrad let out a small smile

"hey," conrad speaks lightly and you walk towards the two sharing a short hug and stuff your hands in your pockets

"hey con," you speak softly

"what's up y/n, looking good" she says looking at me and leans in for a side hug

jeremiah comes over and puts an elbow on both you and steven

"we on for bonfire tonight?" he asks

"hell yeah man," steven smiles

"i'm in" conrad replies

they all turn to me

"what about you y/n?" jeremiah asks

to be honest, you weren't really feeling a party tonight, maybe just stay home with the moms and watch old cheesy movies like you used to

"i dont..." you trail off as you look at jeremiah, his eyes piercing right through you

how could you say no to those eyes?

"i guess i could-"

"guys he's still 15, can't expose him to all that" steven cuts you off

''oh come on steven!" jeremiah whines

"maybe next year" steven says smirking, cleary trying to piss you off

jeremiah was about to protest until you speak up, "it's cool jer, i'm good staying home with the moms"

" i mean if you say so.." he says looking... disapointed?

"wait," he says looking concerned and checking his pockets for something

"what?" you ask confused

"steven, do you know what time it is?" he asked still acting concerned

"oh shit man," he say looking at a non-existant watch on his wrist

"oh no, not this year," you say backing up

"you know i think its time for a-"

"belly flop!" steven is cut off by the fishers as they scream and you try to run but they end up catching you as always

as you're being held up you take out your phone and throw it on the grass excepting your fate as they loudly count to 3 and you get thrown into the surprisingly warm water, as you resurfface, you pretend like you've hurt you ankle and reach your hand out to jeremiah

"i got you" he says right before you yank him in, conrad and steven laugh talking about 'how stupid he was for falling for that'

-

the boys already left for the bonfire and at this point you weren't up for a movie night so you face timed your best friend taylor

"hey y/n, what's up? how's the summer going so far?" she asks getting ready for something

"uh pretty good i guess" you scratch the back of your neck

"what's happening? you never call this early. things not going well with jeremiah" she laughs

"what?" you ask "why wouldn't things be going right with him?" you ask acting oblivious

"oh you just because of your massive crush on him" she jokes

"i don't know what our talking about" you look away from the screen

"mhm sure, where are the guys anyway?"

"out of some bonfire party thing"

"and why aren't you there?" she accuses

you honestly didn't know why you didn't fight steven on that, it would've been a great opportunity to talk with jeremiah more- you shook the thought out of your head

"just didn't feel like it" you decide on saying

"look, nothings gonna happen if your stuck up in your room crying waiting for the guys to get home" she was right

"but nothing would happen because there is nothing to happen"

"ok, whatever you say" she puts her hands up "but get dressed and walk down there, i gotta go but, have fun!" she hangs up and you get dressed and head out sneaking passed your mom and susannah

once you arrived you were standing alone, awkward and once again, hands in your pockets

"heyyy cutie" you turned ur head to see an obviously drunk girl walking up next to you

"hey" cringing at how awkward you sounded

"you just get here?" she asks puttin her hand on your exposed arm

"um-"

"y/n?" you look up to see your brother and some girl, he looked mad

"hey steven" you've never been happier to see him

"back off he's 15" he says to the girl and she backs away, hands up, "what're you doing here?"

"y/n!" jeremiah comes towards the both of you and puts an arm around your shoulder, "what's happening man, i thought you weren't coming, now we can all hangout!" he says with a big smile on his face

you just look at him, his face impossibly close to yours, and you swear you felt your heart skip a beat when his face turned to yours, you maintaned eye contact for a good 5 seconds before steven interupted, but to you it felt like an eternity

"i'm taking him home" he says annoyed

"no i'll have him hang with me" jeremiah says almost pleading

"yeah why don't you just go makeout some more" you say putting your hand on jeremiah's arm, no idea where that came from

"yeah steven come on, let's just go"

"fine" he walks away

"just me and you y/n/n" jeremiah smiles at you

"guess so"

you guys find a spot away from the noise and just sit and watch the water, talking about things you did over the school year and sipping beers

"i really missed you over the school year" he says putting his hand on your back

"you could've texted me, i missed you too" you say softly looking into his eyes

jeremiah always had a way to make you feel important. maybe it was the beer getting to your head or maybe taylor really was right, you want to be important to him in a different way, a new way

he scootches closer to you and maybe, just maybe something might happen until there's shouting in the distance and a crowd forming

you both stand up to go check it out

it was conrad and some dude from the gas station on the way up to the house

your too busy looking at flashing lights in the distance to listen to the arguement, "cops," you whisper finally seeing the car

"what?" jeremiah says trying to interfere with the fight

"cops!" you shout and everyone scatters and all of a sudden you're being pulled along with jeremiah to his car. you help him get a very drunk conrad in the car before yourself

"i'm gonnna go find steven" and only a minute after jeremiah left, cops are shinning flashlights into the car

your mom was not happy when you were escorted home by the police

#jeremiah fisher x male reader #jeremiah fisher x y/n #tsitp #the summer i turned pretty

[mari-writes]

👻🦉

“Keiji! Oh my gosh, Keiji! You made it!”

Akaashi looks up to see Koutarou’s sister, Kana, hurrying towards him, a drink in one hand and her phone in the other. She takes the front steps of her family’s large house two at a time, an impressive feat in her high heels.

Knowing full well the force of a Bokuto Hug™️, Akaashi braces himself for impact. “Oof,” he grunts as the woman pulls him in. She’s tall—with her shoes she matches his own height. His face is firmly pressed into a nest of monochrome hair. 

“Hello, Kana,” he greets, returning the embrace. “It’s so nice to see you.”

“You too!” She pulls back, grinning. Akaashi takes a moment to take in her appearance. She’s dressed up as a ghost of some kind, wearing a tattered grey dress with pieces falling off the sleeves and a long slit up one leg. Her makeup is powder white with black around her eyes and lips.

“Come in, come in!” She links their arms, pulling him towards the house. “The party’s already started!”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be here early to help set up,” he says. “This is incredible.”

The Bokuto home is decorated like a proper haunted mansion. The outside is covered in lights and tattered cloth, with creepy faces in each of the many front-facing windows. The inside is even more elaborate, with candles everywhere, spiderwebs and dark drapery.

“That’s okay! Kou told us you were at the office late.” Kana pokes his side with one finger. “You work too hard, Keiji!” 

His laugh is hollow. “Yeah. I mean, I didn’t even have time to find a costume…”

“Oh, don’t worry about that.” She winks. Akaashi raises an eyebrow, but before he can question what she means, she’s leading him into the fray.

The event is indeed in full swing. There are guests everywhere. He recognizes some other Bokutos—the eldest sibling, Kai, waves as they pass by—as well as a few professional volleyball players, influencers, artists and politicians.

Akaashi knew that the Bokuto family were influential in Tokyo, but seeing it in person is something else entirely.

When they make it to the bar, they find Koutarou on the other side, shaking up a cocktail. His eyes light up when he sees Akaashi. A beaming smile splits his face. “Babe! You’re here!”

Akaashi can’t help but gawk. His boyfriend looks amazing. The man wears a similar costume to his sister, with ripped grey clothing and ghoulish makeup. Koutarou’s t-shirt is torn at the sleeves, showing off his biceps, and a slash in the front shows off a delicious strip of abdominal. The pants are tight. Very tight.

Taking a deep, steadying breath, Akaashi smiles back. “H-hi, Kou.” He allows Koutarou to lean over the bar and press a quick kiss to his cheek.

“Wait for a bit, okay?” He bumps their noses. “My cousin said he’d take over bartending for me soon. Then I’m all yours!”

Akaashi nods, trying and failing not to blush. He doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to his boyfriend’s unabashed displays of affection. It used to make him nervous, at least a little bit, but these days it just renders him dumbstruck.

Ugh, Keiji is so in love with this man.

He settles onto a barstool as Koutarou whips him up a strong, whisky-based cocktail. Kai eventually makes her way over with her husband, Yuto, in tow. They converse about books, art history and Kai’s latest stint with the Australian Ballet.

It’s not until the Bokuto parents show up that Akaashi realizes: The family is doing a group costume. All of them are wearing the same ghostly clothing and makeup. Their father’s outfit is similar to Bokuto’s, and Kai and their mother are wearing dresses like Kana, though each has its own unique flair. Even Yuto had adorned a matching yukata.

“Thank you for inviting me,” Akaashi says, bowing his head. “You all look wonderful. I apologize for my late arrival, and for not dressing up.”

Koutarou's mother chuckles and shoves his arm playfully. “Oh, Kana didn’t tell you?”

“Huh?” Akaashi blinks. He glances at each of the Bokutos and Yuto, all of whom are wearing identical grins. He spins to meet his boyfriend’s eyes, which are full of mischief. “Kou, what are they…” 

“C’mon!” Kana is suddenly pulling him off his stool and back through the crowd. Kai is hot on their heels. Akaashi barely has time to hand off his drink glass to a random passerby as he’s guided upstairs.

“Where are we going?” He asks, only slightly nervous. Both women laugh. Kai’s small hands press into his back eagerly.

“To change into your costume, of course!”

Twenty minutes later, Akaashi is staring at himself in the mirror, astonished. The costume consists of a pair of high-waisted pants and a tight, long-sleeved shirt that dips below his collarbones. It matches the Bokuto family; muted grey and white and tattered in various places. His makeup is similar to the others in the group, with dark, sunken eyes, but there’s an extra emphasis on his lips and cheekbones.

He has to admit, it’s a very cool look. "Thank you," he breathes as Kana finishes working his hair into a properly tousled style. "Truly. You guys didn't have to..."

"Of course we did," Kai replies, gently touching his forearm. "It's a family costume, after all."

Akaashi finds his boyfriend waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs as he rejoins the party. He silently delights in watching the man’s eyes bulge and jaw drop.

“It’s not often our little Kou is rendered speechless,” Kai giggles, lightly slapping her brother’s arm. But Koutarou pays no mind, instead reaching to help Akaashi down the last two steps.

“You look so hot, babe,” he rasps. “It’s not fair! How do you look so good in that?!”

Akaashi snorts. “You’re one to talk...”

Together, they head outside to where Kana has set up a tripod and camera. Apparently, the idea is to take a family Halloween portrait.

And they all want Akaashi to be part of it.

It’s strange, the warm feeling that seeps into Akaashi as he stands there, surrounded by the entire Bokuto clan. This big family, as close as they are, have pulled him so effortlessly into their unit. Too often has Akaashi felt like he doesn’t belong—but not tonight. Not with them.

He only hopes that Koutarou will be welcomed as warmly into his own family someday.

The party rages on until early in the morning. Akaashi dances, drinks and eats a bit too much, but so does everyone else, so he doesn’t feel too embarrassed. 

Its nearing 2am as he and Koutarou stumble upstairs. They rub most of the makeup off their faces before heading to Koutarou’s childhood bedroom, where they strip out of their costumes and slip under the bedclothes. Keiji giggles as his boyfriend burrows into his neck, hot breath tickling skin. 

“Koutarou,” he chides, “your parents are right outside.”

He feels the man smile. “They wouldn’t care. I mean, we’re all adults here.” 

Keiji scoffs, pushing him back enough to duck down and lock their lips. The kiss lingers, then deepens, but they are both too tired to go very far with it. Instead, they settle into each other’s embrace, sleep creeping into their bodies slowly.

Keiji feels so content here. So safe. So happy. “Thank you for inviting me tonight,” Keiji mutters into his boyfriend’s chest. The man shifts slightly, tucking his chin over black curls.

“Happy Halloween, Keiji.”

“Happy Halloween, Koutarou.”

//

Hope you all enjoyed this silly little thing. I am only posting it to Tumblr, as I do not want to clog the Twitter timeline with a long thread. So PLEASE help me out with a reblog!  Likes and replies are appreciated, but a reblog allows this story to reach another possible reader. Thank you and Happy Halloween! 🎃🖤

#bokuaka #bokuto koutarou #akaashi keiji #haikyuu!! #fanfiction #hq fanfic #my writing

[valsnonsense]

The Brucandy Family

Just pretend theres an elevated platform behind them so we can see all of them ndndnd

THE BRUCANDY FAMILY!!! Featuring @kalopsic-lagomorph 's designs for their kids!! They're all named and designed after various cocktails, which I think is just fuckin amazing!! I really hope I did them justice (excuse how you can still see the sketch lines). Thank you so much for letting me draw them I had to much fun with it!! (I'll link the original post down below)

I tried to make them look a bit older here, like adults. Since they're half Troll, I think it'd be funny if they only got to about half the height of a Puppet.

And Peaches is there too lol. Tiny Peaches with Tiny Bruce.

Okay story time lol!

We all know Bruce's story. He finds his way to Vacay Island after the Brozone breakup, meets Brandy, and gets married. I think all 13 of the kids are the same age, meaning this man popped out 13 fuckin eggs at once (they were too big to nest in his hair so he and Brandy cared for them like normal eggs).

Well, cut to several years later after the Brozone reunion. When Bruce's brothers start to get married and have kids of their own, Bruce and Brandy get a serious case of the baby fever. So they figure, they already have 13 kids, what's one more?

Only this time, the baby is Troll sized. It came as a shock to them both, since the rest of their kids were more Puppet-sized. And when little Peaches hatched, Bruce went full mamabear mode cause oh my god his baby is miniscule compared to everything around them time to baby-proof EVERYTHING-

Cut him some slack he's not used to Troll sized kids bjdjdnh

When Peaches grows up, she eventually moves to Trollstopia to live with her cousin, Fern. Lotas tears from Papa Bruce and Mama Brandy, but having watched their older kids move out, get married, even some having kids of their own, it did make things a bit easier to handle.

And that's that! Stay tuned for more profiles tomorrow~

ONCE AGAIN THABK YIU FOR LETTING ME DRAW THE COCKTAIL KIDS I LOVE THEM SM UR A FREAKIN GENIUS

#dreamworks trolls #trolls #trolls oc #trolls band together #cocktail kids #kalopsic-lagomorph #myart #traditional art #brucandy #trolls brucandy #so many kids yall need to calm down #Peaches tryna fly off mamas hands #please peaches ur gonna give Bruce a heart attack #brandy just finds it amusing #trolls the depths au

[centaurisolarflare]

Im just imagining königs family are all tall-ass giraffes and youre the only shorty in that group. And youre always the target for short jokes whether you like it or not.

You want könig? Gotta power through the short jokes man!

But on the plus side, they'll defend and protect you when someone else mocks you for your height. Theyre the only ones who can bully you >:3

OKAY OKAY BUT LIKE. YOU'RE SO RIGHT. They just think you're so cute and they're not really used to someone so short being around regularly.

They'd absolutely give you shit at every possible opportunity; if there's ever even the slightest chance to make a short joke one of them is going to turn to you with a shit-eating grin and take it. I think at first König would try to shield you as best he could from it – asking his older relatives to please not be rude, scolding his younger siblings/cousins, etc – but as soon as he knows you're fine with it there's no restraining anyones comments.

I think it'd be extra funny if you also work in the military because like, you've been trained to kill – not just kill though, this isn't amateur hour, you take people and organizations out with precision – and these giants are just cooing over you. Same vibes as holding an angry cat out at arms length and calling it 'just the cutest little baby ever'.

If you ever make a joke about your height, they're going to fucking loose it. Start snarking back about them being "tall-ass giraffes" and they're going to propose to you on König's behalf. His brother is like "König this is my sibling-in-law now" with his arm slung over your shoulders, and König is like 'what the fuck happened, I just left to run into town', and it's all because you just spent the past fifteen minutes going back and forth with their dad just absolutely roasting each other while making lunch.

There's defiantly at least one family member, like that particularly uncontainable cousin or clever auntie, who just stood there and rattled off every joke they could think of until they were like "okay I think it's all out of my system for now" and you just about cried laughing over it. That moment probably did a lot to ease König's worry about you getting along with his family.

HOWEVER. As soon as anyone else so much as snickers about it they'd automatically go into this ultra over-protective, "how dare you insult our small one" mode. The person is absolutely fucking terrified because like, they thought they were just joining in on this joke and they laughed, just a little bit, and now there's several startlingly huge people standing around them and glaring and demanding to know where they get off thinking they can insult you and they're regretting every single decision they've made today. Bonus points if König's family was sitting down when this situation started so this person doesn't really know how tall they all are until they're all fangs-bared defending you.

I think it would be so funny if like, his parents were telling a friend of theirs about you and it gets mentioned how tiny you are so this friend is expecting an abnormally short person and when they meet you they're like. this. this is an average sized human being. and König's parents are like hAhaHaha yEaH.

Also, you're going to forever be getting hand-me-downs from family members. If you're keen on mending some farm-work related holes and rips you could have an entire collection of oversized flannels.

#anon asks #asks #this is so fucking funny to me

[felizusnavidad]

> "most people who used to love lin in the past are his biggest haters now"

> "maybe pjo fandom is not as terrible as i thought"

two things! one: i actually did used to hate lin, but that was a short phase, and i realized i actually was upset at my younger self, and was just taking it out on people and things i associated with who i was at that time

two: that really made me think, so i have some comments actually! they’re not super insightful or conclusive, but: (if you don’t mind)

i think lin and rick riordan (the author of the pjo books) are actually pretty similar? they’re both goofy older dudes with usually much younger audiences (or at least that was true when i was a big-time hamilton fan, things might have changed), and they’re guys who have certainly made mistakes, but overall are good people (and incredible creative geniuses, but that’s a little more lin than rick tbh)

i definitely can be seriously critical of lin, i definitely think he’s corny as hell, and i definitely lightly make fun of him, but only to a point. if it starts looking a little too hostile, i remind everyone (and it’s almost always universally true) that all of us do actually love his work, and if any of us saw him in public we’d all want to ask for a photo and tell him how brilliant hamilton is, or how beautiful in the heights is, or several other wonderful things he’s done. we’re all very eager to see any creative work he’s involved in because we know it’s going to be awesome, so we really can’t complain about him that much

i am much more seriously critical of rick and things he has previously said than i am of lim (also, a lot of pjo fans call riordan "uncle rick", which is, let’s be honest, INCREDIBLY CORNY! like i do it sometimes but it’s GOOFY as HELL!)

i jokingly bully rick as well — i have sent messages about him that are like "dear lord i one day i am going to kick that old man’s ass", or more often just "RICHARD. COME ON." — but it also doesn’t get too mean. when i see comments that stray from genuine criticisms that also acknowledge he’s grown as a person or like a little friendly teasing of a guy we all admire and towards shitty comments about a stranger, i am always the first in line to defend that old man!

a while ago my older sister asked me why "gen z hates lin manuel miranda", and i explained that 1. he did some stuff that isn’t great but also really seems to have grown from that point (and also probably the smallest problem people have with him), 2. a lot of gen z went through hardcore hamilton phases and now resent their past selves (this is a major factor), and 3. being earnest is the internet’s biggest sin (the most likely culprit and also the saddest answer)

making fun of rick is very common in the pjo fandom, and at least some pjo fans bullying lin are doing it in the same way, so it’s supposed to be more "teenage cousins are gently ribbing that one goofy uncle" than actual hate? i know that there are a lot of people that are just genuinely being mean, but i hope you can find some solace that it isn’t quite as much as it looks like

okay this has been weird and maybe a little scattered, i’m blaming it on my adhd medication being way too low of a dosage lmao

but i’m sorry you & other lmm fans haters, (and i’m extra sorry because there’s a decent chance one of them was 15 year old me)

ok, wow. i don't even know how to answer that (anon, this is super long, WHY)...

so first of all, i am not a part of pjo fandom, this is important - i've said this before, i'm gonna say it again: i've never read the books, i started watching the show only because of lin, i know nothing about rick & all those inside jokes you guys have, but if making fun of him is normal in this fandom, that's totally fine. silly jokes & actual hate are not the same thing for me.

"they’re both goofy older dudes with usually much younger audiences" - that is not entirely true & it comes from someone in their late 20s (& i know a lot of people from this fandom who are waaaaay over 20). being goofy & corny, those are not real reasons to hate on somebody like that... actually, everything you said here, i already knew. people are ashamed of their hamilton phase - oh, we should definitely blame lin for that, he's literally the worst because he wrote a musical once & we were super cringe about it... did he make mistakes in the past? yes, we all do, nobody's perfect. i've heard about much more problematic celebrities & people don't even talk about them but for some reason they have to shit on lin all the fucking time. he's done more good than bad (i could write a super long essay for you but it's late & i don't even know why i'm writing all of this), that is the truth & this is where i stand.

now, we are not talking about "making fun of him", we are talking about actual hate, examples:

"lin-manuel miranda should die/we should kill him"

"i would also turn evil if lin was my father/i would kill myself if he was my father"

those are real comments i've seen about him & it all comes from pjo fandom. this is the reason why i said this fandom is terrible. like, are you guys aware that he actually has kids? go outside, touch some grass & leave him alone (i'm not talking about you anon, you're ok, i'm talking about real haters).

#i could write more & more & more... #but you can just scroll my blog if you even want to read it #i've been defending him for weeks cause pjo fandom became insufferable after 3rd episode #so... yeah #it's literally midnight what the hell am i doing with my life #lmm #lin manuel miranda #pjo #anon #i saved every letter you wrote me*

[rockingrobin69]

Baking Mistakes

To my beloved, most wonderful @getawayfox, with all the love. Happy birthday! 

“Oh no.” Harry could only blink for a long, long moment, before rushing right back into, “Oh no, oh no, Padfoot! Moony! Someone! Help!”

Fuck. Smoke rose, terrifyingly thick tendrils, and was that actual fire in the oven or did he finally lose it? because he might as well have. Lost it. Entirely. School just ended, he was meant to be an adult now, and…

“What is it?” Remus’s voice thundered into the kitchen, only seconds before the man himself. “Sugar beans, Harry, what the—”

“—Fuck have you done!” Sirius wasn’t too far behind. “Mate, you’re burning your pie!”

“You don’t say!” Harry’s screech reached a new, hysterical height. “What do I do? How can I save it?”

“Save it? We need to save the kitchen, you wretched little—”

“Padfoot.” Remus held out his wand, although he did spare a second to rolling his eyes. “With me, on three, everybody. One, two, Aguamenti!”

“You said on three!” Harry exclaimed, same time as Sirius shouted, “You never said what spell!”

“The oven is on fire,” Remus grumbled, a thin but determined spray of water extinguishing the flames. “One would think Aguamenti is—”

“But isn’t this—how’d you call it, eclectic or something?” Sirius cut him off. Harry was too busy pulling his own hair to listen to the reply (“of course not, you absolute goon, this is blah blah blah”).

It was all a colossal waste of time, and Harry couldn’t afford it. “What do I do?” he asked, voice thick with tears. “I need… it’s… I have to make, I mean, the cake was supposed to…”

“Oh,” Sirius said, face going suddenly serious. “Of course. June fourth. Should’ve known.”

“Right,” Remus was giving him a look, that look, and if there was one thing they had absolutely no time for… “Of course, the Malfoy boy. I mean, Draco.”

“D’you think he likes—what’s this meant to be, ash pie?”

“You’re so bloody funny,” Harry murmured, rubbing his eyes hard enough he was seeing stars. “Hilarious. Top comedy. Will you get your fluffing act together now and just tell me what to do?”

“Honestly?” one large hand landed on his shoulder with a thud. “Harry, love. Go to a bleeding bakery. Nothing good’ll come out of this mess.”

“But. But it needs to be… shit.”

He looked up just in time to see his godparents exchange a look. Remus was nodding, and Sirius sighed. “All right, all right. Vanish all of this, and we’ll make something together. When’s he coming over?”

“Erm, six.”

“Right, so that gives us… wait, what? Harry, that’s in twenty minutes!”

“Better work fast then?” he smiled, miserable.

“Buddy, you know we love you, but…”

“Please, please!” Harry was not above begging. “I see how quickly you two get ready in the morning, and you share a bathroom. With your skincare routine and your hair magic, you two have to be the fastest humans alive.”

They both laughed. “Not exactly human, dear godson.”

“If you can doggie style a cake for me—”

“No. Please don’t say that. Never say anything like that ever again.” Sirius was still shivering when he reached him. “Harry, there’s no shame in store-bought. Baking isn’t for everybody.”

“But Draco’s so good at it,” Harry whimpered. “At bloody everything. And I just wanted—never mind. It’s stupid. I’m never going to be… It’s stupid.”

They exchanged another glance, and now both were sighing. “All right, new plan. Moons, you’re watching the door. Harry, you and I are going to make my cousin’s famous no-bake-cake, and we should cut it in… just about. Come on, chop-chop. Remus, love? Don’t let him come in here before ten past, minimum.”

“I’m sure I can stand ten minutes of his fishing for NEWT scores.” Remus made a face, as though he didn’t love what a swot Draco was, didn’t actually prefer him to Harry. Some family, this was. Harry looked at them both, teary-eyed, with gratefulness this time.

“What are you waiting for? Get me the scales. And flour. And Harry… next time you set the kitchen on fire, we’re going to have a very serious talk.”

Harry nodded, a bit choked. “Thank you. Yes. Thank you.”

It wasn’t the best cake he’s ever made, but it was more than enough. Draco was happy, Sirius was happy, Remus was happy, and Harry didn’t burn anything else for the rest of the day. Success, in his book.

Oh, the oven? Yeah, it short-circuited soon afterwards. To be fair, all three residents were too scared to approach it. Good thing Draco will be taking all these muggle-studies courses in uni next year, because the Black-Lupin-Potter household sort of held him responsible for what happened. And counted on him, too.

Families. What can you do.

#drarry #800 words #wolfstar #wolfstar raising drarry #baking a cake #not successfully #we're not all El okay!!! #fluffy drama #there's some innuendos too #sort of #rockingrobin69

[ye-it-is-skeet]

ROTTMNT: Second Generation✨✨

HUGE Infodump incoming!

Basically, in my little universe, the teetlez do have children with their spouses and these cousins work together to fight crime. Their parents work on a human-mutant co-habitation project with April and stuff, but as they do this their kids are fighting against this organization that works with humans and mutants in order to prevent co-habitation (like mutants who join are anti-human and want to be feared and the humans are planning on maybe killing the Yokai because of the TMNT I think).

First, the children, then the parents and other such adults. We also don't really have any episodes scripted out yet so it'll be a while before there's actually a comic 😅

Hiroshi Age: 14 Height: 5’1 Weapon: Katana (ninja style) Info: Hiroshi is the son of Leosagi (made by my friend @okumura-senseixxx, and hes the best and only Leosagi child) and is the leader of this group he and his cousins had made. He was chosen as leader even though he’s the youngest because he has the most control over himself and likes to protect his family. Leo is proud to have this legacy carried on. And yes, Hiroshi is a turtle and rabbit mutant created in Draxum’s lab, me and my friend say that his favorite movie is ChickenHare.✨

Donato Age: 15 1/2 Height: 5’5 Weapon: Black Manriki Chain

Info: Donato has killed a man, his twin was in trouble so in a panic he did what he could think of. And now he’s traumatized *pat pat*. He thinks he can’t ever control his emotions but besides the trauma look up Manriki fighting techniques it’s become one of my favorite weapons✨ He is the son of my OC’s Gio and Taylor, also mutated in Draxum’s lab and wait for it… co-leader of the team since hes older and very smart when it comes to planning a mission.✨Donato also wants to learn to be a mystic warrior like his Uncle Mikey✨ Donato doesn't really do music as much as his twin but also will play an instrument with his twin. Donato also hates it when his uncles or cousins use the same nicknames for him that they use for his uncle Donatello. He also hates feeling angry about it because of what I said earlier about his emotions, so whenever he's emotional he locks himself in a separate room until he calms down. Besides that, his cousins try to mess with him but ye. Donato also likes cosmetology, makeup and doing hair, he learns this from his grandma✨ (Taylor's mom) He practices on his twin (for both hair and makeup because skin) but also his other relatives with hair

Takeo Age: 15 1/2 Height: 5’7 Weapon: Dual-Bladed Scythe

Info: Takeo is Donato’s twin brother✨ I know, but Gio and Taylor agreed to have one son who appears a bit more human, but by all means Takeo is a half human half turtle all mutant. He actually goes to a human school (which he hates because Donato isn’t there and his teachers don’t understand his brain) Takeo took an interest in alchemy and learns from Draxum, and maybe he uses his skills to get at Kiro but he also is useful on the team with his talent. Takeo also only wants to protect his family but his way involves being observant until he can determine what he needs to do to help. He also has MAD claustrophobia, still thinking of why but he has it. He and his brother also like to sing (thank their dads) as a signal or a way to locate each other on missions, but they also just sing✨ Takeo is the younger twin but is taller now because he's more human like Taylor and Taylor is 6 feet tall as a teen but still turtle. Takeo's personal hobby is that he follows in his Papa's musical interests and he makes music (but he did have a band but nobody can know about it).

Shelldon Age: 16 Height: 5’5 Weapon: Tech

Info: Shelldon is basically Donnie’s clone, made when Donnie was testing the technology but also he wanted a kid. Shelldon struggles with being a clone and feeling like a replaceable entity instead of a person, and there’s some other stuff but… ye. He’s also named Shelldon because of something in my fan comic where Donnie promises to carry Shelldon’s legacy. Shelldon doesn’t become leader because he isn’t a fan of responsibility. He also doesn’t like when people say he’s like his dad, because it only makes him feel worse about being a clone. He talks to Takeo mostly, and when around his other cousins he keeps up this “chill” exterior and only helps on missions really when his super-brain is required✨ He’s also friends with Kiro. Shelldon also knows a lot about tech since he was kinda born with the knowledge Donnie had, and then his dad is the only one smarter than he is which is important to one episode.

Kiro Age: 15 Height: 5’4 Weapon: Katana (samurai style)

Info: Kiro is the child of Scourge and Mikey, also made by my friend. Scourge found Kiro while on his travels across dimensions, and when introduced he was welcome with open arms, from all except Takeo. Their similar personalities make them clash every time their in the same room, they’ll always find a way to fight (mostly started by Takeo). Kiro talks to Shelldon and Donato the most, and to me he’s like Knuckles from Sonic 2 movie, oblivious to world stuff and stuck in his tradition of samurai if that makes any sense😅✨ Chizu and Waru are two other characters my friend made, and I haven't made pages for them but Chizu is a cheetah yokai and Waru is a wolf yokai, both are Hiroshi's friends✨ Waru doesn't really talk nor does he use sign, he uses body language and expressions to communicate, but will speak when it's important. He's also pretty clumsy and timid and doesn't like being tickled. He does like to draw, specifically he likes to draw bugs like bees and butterflies. Other info according to my friend: "He's big in size as well as in his heart, and is slow to anger. His weapon is... I don't know. He doesn't seem like the type to use a weapon, he's more the type to use natural things, like his teeth, claws and fists. I bet he can punch through stone... He gets along with everyone, just like Chizu but Kiro and Donato seem hard to get close to. Kiro because he looks scary and Donato because he's to the point on his dislike for Waru. But Kiro has nothing against him." Donato dislikes him because Takeo and Waru do end up together at some point and Donato is very jealous. Chizu Also in the words of my friend, "Chizu is fun, hyper, cheerful and outgoing. Her weapons are twin bladed war fans, she's friends with everyone especially Kiro who is actually quite fond of her. Chizu and Waru both will succumb to anger and violent instincts if someone dares to hurt their friends."

Okay... gotta explain every parents' job...

Leosagi: I describe them as the goofy parents who laugh about how embarrassed their son gets when they flirt with each other, but they're also really fun✨ Usagi can sense the Shadow Demons (it's a thing from my comic) as they try to gather in a dimension to summon their King again. This does cause Usagi pain and their job is to locate them and open a portal, then once Gio goes through they close it and make sure no Shadow Demons slipped through. The Earth dimension is very secure being a host to two worlds (yokai and humans) but when Usagi opens a portal it leaves an opening to the Earth dimension that Shadow Demons can get through. Leo mostly chills around his house but he is also the one that trained Hiroshi and helps Hiroshi when he struggles with being the leader sometimes. And I'm not gonna say Leo doesn't give Hiroshi dating advice, heheh✨ Leo: Dad Usagi: Dama

Taylavaggio: These parents are die hard for their children, love each other to bits, and in the beginning were very protective of their children, until Taylor instructed Gio that they should let their kids grow, which is around the time Gio started training them (4 years old). Gio was the panicking parent when the twins were babies, but it's okay now. As said before Gio is the one who travels to the other dimensions having some of Usagi's power that he's manifested and made stronger, and he will soon pass some onto his sons. Gio needs to go because the Shadow Demons will sense Usagi's more potent power and gather in that dimension and ye. Gio once having children and a family is more hesitant to go into the dimensions closer to Earth, those ones warp time, he fears they either he'll die or he'll return and his family will be gone. Usually his missions take a day or two, and sometimes a week, and if it's a "bad mission" (being that he was trapped in his fears by the demons) he needs to take a while after a missions to recover, his family cares about him a lot. Taylor on the other hand is a realtor, and he drives Takeo to school, obviously. He's their source of income and does pretty well✨ Taylor's mom and sister are still getting used to his family but love them all the same. He loves his husband and his beautiful twin sons to death, and even though he's human he's ready to throw hands at whoever makes his family sad✨ Taylor: Dad Gio: Papa

Scikey: The most dramatic love story ever, but as parents they love each other and Kiro is their world✨ According to my friend they have a whole wall of Kiro photos and are only adding to it as time goes on. Scourge during his time traveling (in my universe) was the one to catalog all the dimensions that were within some kind of radius around the Earth dimension. But other than that now he and his husband just love each other. Mikey of course helps Donato learn to do mystic stuff (which is why Donato and Kiro are friends) and is also the mediator between Kiro and Takeo's beef together whenever he finds them fighting (as Dr. Feelings of course✨). He also teaches Kiro to cook and bake and all that. Occasionally Scourge helps Gio on his missions but things are tense between them because Gio is still hesitant on Scourge because stuff that happened in my comic. But his help makes the missions go shorter. Scourge: Father Mikey: Dad

Donnie: Donnie works with Raph on the human-yokai co-habitation. Like I said he was working on some cloning technology that he was going to add to some presentation with some scientific world to get his technology patented, but he hasn't because of Shelldon. He loves his clone son a ton and even though it doesn't show, he would drop whatever science project if Shelldon was in trouble or just said that he didn't feel happy (but Shelldon hasn't found this out until said important episode). Donnie is a good dad✨

Raph: Raph is kinda the leader of the co-habitation and works with Arpil the most as they meet with families she finds and introduces them to some yokai. Raph is able to get most of his brothers to help, the only one who hasn't is Gio and Taylor because he offended them asking (because Taylor and Gio married for love not because they wanted to prove co-habitation is possible, and being advertized as such would ruin their vows and their marriage, Taylor explained it nicely but agreed with his husband to not go along with it). Raph doesn't have children but more than enough nephews he's always ready to watch over. ✨

There are more characters to talk about but ye✨

#rottmnt #riseofthetmnt #riseoftheteenagemutantninjaturtles #OC #rottmntoc #caravaggiohamato #giohamato #rottmntleo #rottmntmikey #rottmntdonnie #rottmntraph #risedraxum #rottmntloujitsu #usagimiyamoto #usagiyuichi #saverottmnt #unpauserottmnt #myart #fan-comic #scourgekomorebi #fanart #rottmt fanart #infodump #Hiroshi Usagi-Hamato #Kiro Komorebi-Hamato #Takeo Hamato-Tanaka #Donato Hamato-Tanaka #Shelldon Hamato #aprilo'neil #rottmnt april