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Ok so seeing how chris is turning into a very hot silver fox, how did Kitten „reacted” to her pretty boy Ran turning into silver fox (Ran ever the drama queen probably were ridiculous when he sees the grey in his beard)
Oh lawd!! So there is this theory that men who love a good meal from their women 😏 that their beard hair changes…that was the first sign of gray and he wasn’t a fan, until you could not keep your hands off of him.
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Yes, Sir, Captain
Summary: Ransom isn’t loving his gray
Pairings: Ransom X Reader
Rating: mild
Warnings: language, implied sexual activities, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 500
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Neither of you were sure that the gray was what was causing you to be feral. Even though he was a bit insecure he was not complaining about the extra attention he was getting. Like the extra butt grabs and pinches. Randomly walking in his office just to sit in his lap, and kiss over his beard.
Ransom is a well groomed man, whether he shaves his beard or doesn’t, so when you walk in behind him, his towel hung low on his hips as he grooms his beard. Your hands slide down his chest going lower, until that towel falls off. Your hand cups his balls, and your lips softly kiss on his shoulders, and he makes the first comment about his gray.
“I’ve picked a few off my head,” you only moan, as you feel his cock harden in your hand. “I think I’m going to dye my beard though. Maybe. Kitten?”
You slowly start sinking to your knees, and when he gives a guttural whimper, you feel heat rush to your core. “Kitten? Woman? You listen to me before you finish what you’re doing. My god, do I want you to finish.”
“What is it baby?” you look up at him owlishly.
“Stop! I’m having a crisis.”
“Ran, what’s wrong?” knowing your husband you know this is going to be ridiculous.
“I’m getting old.”
“No you’re not.”
He huffs out a bit of air, “Easy for your to say, you’re still seven years younger.”
“Why do you think you’re getting old?”
“Do you see this?” He points at his beard, and then a small cluster of grays in his hair. “I’m gonna have to start dying my hair.”
It is then that you realize how much you love his peppering hair, that patch of gray in his beard, and you become a bit irritable thinking he’s going to cover it. “Don’t. You. Dare.”
“What?” your movements completely stop, and you square up with him.
“If you cover it up, I will quit riding your face in the morning.”
“What is happening?”
“I like it,” Ransom raises an eyebrow up looking at you, giving you a little smirk. “I like it a lot.”
“Is that what’s gotten into you?” now you’re the one looking at him confused. “You have been very horny lately. You always are. But like…midday blow jobs. I wake up to you just riding on my abs, and when my eyes open you’re crawling up to my mouth. Is the gray making you a sloppy little slut?”
“Don’t be ridiculous. At least,” you pause thinking a moment. “At least I don’t think so.”
Placing his hands on your shoulders, he adds a bit of pressure, “How about, you show me how much you like the gray.”
“Yes, sir, captain,” you smile sinking to your knees, “As long as you remember how it makes me soaked,” just to check, his fingers go up under his shirt, as he feels how drenched you are. As soon as he adds his fingers into his mouth, you show him exactly how much you love the gray.
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#desperate lives#desperate lives au#desperate verse#da au#dau#da au ask#ransom drysdale#ransom drysdale x reader#dilf!ransom drysdale x reader#dilf!ransom drysdale
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Yeo, i don't think i mind giving you more power so... Could i please smooch Naut's forehead? I just wanna give him even more love 💖
OF COURSE U CAN SMOOCH HIM
Look how happy he is 🥹💕
#underwaves au#uw!sans#naut!sans#sans x reader#sans x y/n#sorry im almost a month late o(-(#I try to answer asks in order but im also so slow 😭#☆⌒(≧▽° )tanks for da love!!(and power)#ask#applecheeks255#myart
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more of xu da's internet activity, placed thoughtfully (to me) in the reincarnated band au, featuring the most beautiful woman alive, one bug person crouched on the rooftop of the recording studio while ouyang is being Fussy downstairs, and the rarest creature ever to be caught on film: grumpy bitch ass smiling. permission to imagine esen, chin to chest, flopped on the couch, staring at ouyang's photo, ablaze with jealousy at all of his interactions with xu da, while wbx rubs at his temples in preparation for yet another oblivious, nonsensical sibling conversation.
#the radiant emperor#she who became the sun#he who drowned the world#ma xiuying#zhu yuanzhang#general ouyang#xu da#my art#yes another installment of me making you look at my handwriting#also last time i drew ma in this context she was way too thin and i did my self reflection and Fixed my mistake#i love this au okay i'm not giving up on it#xu da is their mixing guy and jovially goes along with both whatever 'original analog sound' bullshit ouyang wants to use#and with zhu asking for re-recordings only to change the whole thing without telling anyone bc she wasn't 'vibing'
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Nights Spent In; Azul Ashengrotto
Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, established relationship
Word Count; 700+
Author's Note; This is for one of my first mutuals @azulashengrottospiano! I hope you enjoy this, and some domestic Azul! [and I'm keeping a screenshot of your ask ^v^]
As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist
Safe to say your social battery was pretty much at zero. You had fun, yes, but all you wanted to do was stay at home in some ridiculously comfortable pyjamas, eat leftovers from lunch, cuddle a bit, and maybe look through the storage container labelled Games! :D since there could be some hidden gems in there. And right now you were cuddled up under a super chunky knit blanket, snug as a bug in a rug.
You were content just putting the leftovers from lunch in the microwave, but Azul had insisted that he made the both of you dinner. You didn’t mind, since you had a nice view of him working away in the kitchen, muttering the recipe of tonight’s dinner to himself. He was even wearing the frilly apron and kitschy oven mitts.
What a dork. I love him so much. You giggled to yourself, watching Azul go about the kitchen, off in his own little world.
Sighing, you got up — the blanket draped over your shoulders so you were still in your nice blanket burrito — and shuffled over to the Games! :D container, seeing if there was anything interesting that Azul wouldn’t just automatically win. You loved him, but if he made you go bankrupt again in this world’s version of Monopoly one more time you swore that you weren’t going to give him any kisses. You may love him, but he was not a humble winner.
So any strategy games were completely out the window, luck based games were more on your side… hopefully luck just decided to favour you tonight. At least you had a cute chef at the least.
Hmm? What’s this? Blowing off the dust you pulled out an old edition of Snakes and Ladders. It relied only on luck, so it was perfect!
“Hey, sweetie,” you called to the kitchen.
Azul was just placing your dinner in the oven, it would take about thirty minutes to bake, so he had time to spare… and for you? He could spare all the time in the world for you. “What is it, darling?”
You held up the game under your chin and gave him your biggest smile. “Wanna play?” You waggled eyebrows for some added flair, and it made Azul chuckle.
“Fine, one round, but I won’t go easy on you,” he said, sitting down at the coffee table. He eyed the game, and squinted his eyes at the dice. A luck-based game? Playing your cards right I see.
“You never do,” you shot him a wink and rolled the dice. You moved your piece forward, not hitting any ladders.
Azul rolled his eyes, but took his turn, overtaking you by two spaces, also not hitting any ladders. “Would you rather that I did?” He looked up at you through his lashes, a small smug smile on his face.
You hummed as you took your turn, getting a ladder and going up a row. “No, it’s more fun like this, plus you’re extra cute when you get fired up.”
Azul pushed up his glasses, trying to ignore the warmth that had seeped into his cheeks. “Flattery won’t help you, my dear, when I win.”
“We’ll see about that.~”
The rest of the game was spent in silence, the occasional tch escaping when either of you hit a snake, but the game was neck in neck. You had to roll a perfect six to win, and Azul a four, and it was his turn. The both of you had your fingers crossed.
He rolled a two, the exact number that he didn’t want. He moved his piece forward and gritted his teeth as he moved it down two rows. He sighed, handing over the die. He knew that he had most likely lost this game.
You gently took it, and rolled a six. You had won. “Looks like luck was on my side tonight,” you grinned.
Azul grumbled, but he couldn’t stay mad at you. “Would you like a prize for that?” It was part sarcasm, but also part genuine question.
You placed a kiss on his cheek. “Just spending time with you is a prize in its own right… but I won’t say no to your cooking either!”
It wasn’t really a prize, as you were already getting his cooking for dinner, but it nonetheless made Azul feel soft and warm. The two of you really should spend more nights in if they were going to be like this.
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Tags: @eynnwwyjth, @hydra-sea, @inkybloom-luv, @identity-theft-101, @krenenbaker, @officialdaydreamer00, @twistwonderlanddevotee, @xxoomiii
#dove does events#follower event#twst#twst x reader#twst x gn reader#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#twisted wonderland x gn reader#azul ashengrotto#azul ashengrotto x reader#azul ashengrotto x gn reader#sha la la la my oh my! go on and ~kiss da 'zul~#you cannot tell me that he wouldn't wear a frilly apron; he's a nerd you know he would#would it even be called snakes and ladders in twst? ... eels and ladders???#idk but it would be funny if azul was silently cursing out the tweels#also; idk if you remember your ask BUT you did in fact request the same 3 people as last time ^v^ that was also a part of why i tagged you#- in the vil drabble. i diagnose you with azul trey and vil brain rot#this is technically a bonus drabble#scheduled post since idk if i'll be busy or not#hope you enjoy auburn; and thank you for supporting the soul match au in it's infancy ^v^
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Ryomen Sukuna, the double-faced specter. The undisputed King of Curses, who had claimed the title of Strongest in his time.
… Versus Gojo Satoru. The Strongest sorcerer of the modern age –the strongest by a wide margin. In this world, at least. Back in his own world, where everything (hopefully) hasn’t gone to hell in a handbasket, Geto Suguru can confidently say that it’s Gojo Satoru and Gojo Shiki who hold the title of ‘Strongest’ together between the two of them.
Suguru had never paused to think what the world might be like without them. Either of them. And in this strange new world that he’d been thrown headfirst into without any warning, in this world where Shiki doesn’t exist and Suguru himself is dead and Satoru is left to carry everything alone, it…
It means that Satoru says that he will face Sukuna by himself, and everyone else nods along to this like it’s a foregone conclusion. As if it’s only natural. And perhaps it is, and Suguru knows that Satoru has always enjoyed a challenge, but–
It’s not the same. It’s not the same. Even though rationally, he knows that the Gojo Satoru in this world isn’t his Satoru, Suguru can’t help but worry for him, even despite the smooth confidence that the other man wears like a second skin. His friends and students in this world worry too, but Suguru can see how a not-insignificant number of them also look like they can’t fathom the thought of Gojo losing.
Because Gojo-sensei is the strongest. Invincible. Immaculate and utterly untouchable, and there is no one else who comes close to approaching him.
(“Stay with us, Suguru?”)
… Suguru worries for him.
It’s why he remains at the outskirts of the battlefield, when Gojo clashes with Sukuna. Hovering, watching, as the two sorcerers tear apart their surroundings; bridges collapsing and buildings ripped apart like wet paper. Suguru himself is a Special Grade sorcerer, but the level of a fight like this remains a cut beyond him, still. Just the multiple back-to-back Domain Expansions alone would’ve been more than enough to kill him several times over. He can feel the hairs rising on the back of his neck at the cursed energy saturating the air, and the sheer power that they throw around so easily…
It’s something that he’s only ever witnessed from Satoru and Shiki before.
…
He doesn’t know how to describe it. In the aftermath of the single most destructive release of Hollow Purple that Suguru has ever seen, Gojo’s victory appears imminent. But even riddled with injuries and missing half his body as he is, Sukuna looks up with Megumi’s face and smiles, baring his teeth as he brings his hand up in a sharp slashing motion, and–
And something inside Suguru twists, blood thundering in his ears, and his reaction is entirely instinctive. Probably the result of one too many heart attacks that Satoru and Shiki have put him through over the years, if he’s being honest here–
Rainbow Dragon, the most powerful defensive cursed spirit in Suguru’s arsenal, falls to the ground in a spray of red-violet blood, sliced in half. It does not move again, and Suguru knows that it will never move again –his connection to the cursed spirit had been severed instantaneously.
But it’s worth it. Because this means that, instead of having his upper torso separated from the rest of his body, Gojo is only missing an arm and a good portion of his shoulder. It’s his right arm, though, which isn’t good; he’ll need to regenerate the limb in order to form seals for his techniques with his hand–
“… Geto?”
“Gojo,” Suguru returns breathlessly, and then there’s no more time for idle talk. Not when Sukuna laughs, and falls upon them, already having healed from his own wounds –grievous wounds that would’ve killed any other sorcerer three times over. Not when the demon is somehow able to cut through Gojo Satoru’s Limitless technique, how is that possible?!
They struggle, and fight, and do their best. It’s not enough. Suguru and Gojo aren’t as in sync with each other as they need to be against an opponent like Ryomen Sukuna. And while Suguru is a Special Grade sorcerer, he’s not a Special Grade the way that Gojo and Sukuna are–!
Even so, Suguru grits his teeth and fights, tooth and nail, because the only other alternative now that he’s well and truly involved in this (as if he could turn his back on Satoru, any version of Satoru) is to give up, and Suguru refuses to do that.
… Is this how I’m going to die?
…
In the brief instant right before Suguru knows that he is about to face certain death, when his mind is only full of an endless refrain of Satoru, Shiki, somehow–
Sukuna stops.
The monster puppeteering Megumi’s body freezes, and looks upwards. It takes a moment for Suguru to register this odd, odd reaction, and he…
… he can’t exactly blame him.
Because when Suguru decides to take his chances and glances upwards himself to see what suddenly caught Sukuna’s attention, it’s abundantly clear that there’s something wrong. The sky –pulses, for lack of a better word. A strange sort of ripple that materializes in this space without any rhyme or reason, before it stretches open, a yawning circle of something–
Something–
Nothing.
Everything.
… What opens up in the sky in this moment is a chalice of purest darkness, overflowing with brilliant light. The frozen dawn, wrought with evening stars. There are flames curling within ice, meteorites shattering into dust, entire galaxies that wither and bloom–
It doesn’t make any sense. It’s utterly incomprehensible. Suguru stares up at the yawning, gaping maw of– of something, surely, but at the same time he doesn’t know what he’s seeing at all. Infinite possibilities, finite endings. Suguru stares and stares, trying to make sense of what he’s seeing, but the more he peers into that unfathomable void in the sky, the less he can decipher from it.
It’s… almost as if his mind simply refuses to register what he’s seeing.
Then, there is a hand.
A pale, white hand, reaching out with open fingers splayed into the air. And he does mean white, alabaster-white. The hand is followed by a slender wrist, than an entire arm, and a shoulder–
… It’s a person, that much is evident from the humanoid form. The towering creature that emerges from the hole in the sky is most certainly not a person, though. In terms of size, it’s probably large enough to rival Mahoraga. And in terms of color, their coloring is wrong.
White. Solidly stark-white, like a statue carved from marble. A flawless and unblemished human form, to be sure; a distinctly androgynous work of perfection that cannot be mistaken for anything other than unnatural.
Two arms fall down at its sides, while two more sweep out with palms faced upwards. The creature also has two heads. One is attached normally to the body as a regular human would be, while the other is offset slightly above it, much like an attentive brother overlooking his sister from behind, for all their eerie similarities–
–hold on just a fucking moment.
That’s… holy shit. Holy shit. Suguru knows those faces, would know it anywhere, even on his deathbed–!
His mind promptly short-circuits at the mind-shattering revelation. It takes a solid moment, before he’s finally able to loosen his tongue enough to speak again.
“… Satoru,” Suguru whispers disbelievingly, hoping against hope and knowing what he sees down to his very soul. “Shiki?”
What the hell. What the hell.
Suguru, his beautiful, beloved, utterly mad lunatics say to him, voice sweet and ringing with dual-toned laughter. Never play hide-and-seek with us like this again.
#Writing#zenith of stars au#twin cannons au#since it's kinda been mentioned here and there in various asks before#ta-da!#i did my best to make this thing [REDACTED]-free#eldritch abomination sato-shiki lands in twin cannons-verse#well-timed entrance in their search for suguru haha#this would be the sato-shiki that truly has a cult following#suguru: i left you guys alone for a month and you got a cult??
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OMG I LOVE YOUR ROLE SWAP DESIGNS :D
What would they look like as children :3
If you don’t mind me asking :p
Like this! :)
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hi can i hire flowey to do a little trolling on clovers parents? have a bag of gummy worms as payment, just make sure not to hurt them physically, except for maybe a misplaced vine or two lying around.
[ comic ] some precautions have been taken….
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seijoh 4 as summer camp employees
hanamaki takahiro is BUILT for this he has fun hair he’s weird he’s engaging his he’s colorful his water bottle is covered in stickers he has sandals on toes Out he is shameless he’s kinda unhinged it so works. he’s a counselor but almost never has a cabin to himself he’s more like a sub if someone else has gets sick or whatever but when he shows up it’s like a celebrity sighting a monumentous occasion. if he’s not needed anywhere else he’s helping out with arts and crafts his favorite artworks are the ones where you can’t tell what the fuck it’s supposed to be. he has lots of string friendship bracelets he knows how to make them but lies whenever someone asks he just gives them one he gatekeeps cuz he thinks it’s funny and teaching is too much work. he tells the most Outrageous ghost stories and is the reason only half of the kids will go in the lake he talks about bigfoot and campers who went missing and the town’s curse he is carrying on legacies he is SO fun.
iwaizumi hajime is the Coolest fucking counselor ever. bandana around his head sleeves cut off of the uniform tshirt (muscle tee now) he has friendship bracelets a beat up watch one anklet his water bottle is on its last leg he has a dinosaur keychain on his backpack he like epitomizes cool guy the kids idolize him. his cabin wins every single camp-wide competition every time like he’s peak athleticism and he’s just like so awesome or whatever it’s contagious. he picks kids up and throws them in the lake and pool if a frisbee gets stuck in a tree he gets it every time he caught a snake once and took it back to the woods everyone wants to sit next to him in the mess hall he can’t build a fire and is mad about it he sleeps like a fucking Rock and snores like a lawnmower and eats enough for 3 people at every meal.
oikawa tooru is a lifeguard. at the pool at the lake he’s always around the water somehow and Everyone has a crush on him. up on his lifeguard chair sunglasses on his skin is all golden whistle around his neck or spinning on his finger his hair somehow always looks good he wears a headband one day and someone literally faints. he teaches swimming and canoeing lessons and is really good at it he almost Never has to save anyone for someone who works by the water you’d think they’d swim a little more. he’s pretty quiet when he’s on duty he takes the job seriously but he’s a fucking motormouth when he’s off that chair he will Not shut up. he sits w the boys at meals running that fucking mouth pisses them off So Bad he blatantly flirts/fights with iwaizumi when the kids aren’t around and Refuses to get into a canoe with him bc it always ends up getting flipped. he’s really good with the younger kids they’re his favorite to work with but he is generally well liked throughout the camp he’s like everyone’s counselor crush and he always eats raisin bran for breakfast.
matsukawa issei is the camp cryptid he works with the older kids who like go backpacking and spend all their time in the woods he emerges looking like he’s been there all his life. he kinda just appears sometimes doing odd jobs taking things to the lost and found feeding the chickens fishing things out of the lake general camp maintenance he materializes out of the trees with a fire extinguisher a neon yellow backpack and a missing camper. he’s often accompanied by the camp dog so there are theories (encouraged by takahiro) that he’s actually a werewolf and that’s why he’s everywhere some people think he is the camp dog issei thinks this is very funny. the only place he’s consistently found is the mess hall at meals otherwise when not wandering or in the forest he can be found hanging out with hiro coming up with new ghost stories playing some sort of sport with hajime or pouring water on tooru’s head wherever he happens to be. issei is the best campfire builder on the property and some of the kids are scared of him he never has his phone can only be contacted by walkie-talkie he is the jack of all trades.
#iwaoi grew up going to camp together their dynamic has Not changed#anytime he’s asked a question issei answers very vaguely he’s not giving anything away like ‘where do you sleep?’ ‘the woods.’#oikawa lifeguard i Know you can picture it he reapplied sunscreen every 2 hours mr ‘walk please!’ like its him#hanamaki flirts with issei whenever he appears they make spooky noises outside cabins to scare the unruly kids#iwaizumi sports KING like you name it he can play it he can beat you at it he set the campwide record for the climbing wall on his first da#this may only hit with a very specific audience i hope it finds you if not just trust me#seijoh 4#haikyuu#summer camp au#hanamaki takahiro#matsukawa issei#oikawa tooru#iwaizumi hajime#matsuhana#iwaoi
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Weird thought. Imagine Cryptid!Blue Beetle. Not cryptid Jaime, but cryptid Blue Beetle. Like, what if he doesn’t become a superhero, so less public exposure, but they still see this weird 6-limbed being flying around every now and then. And well, those upper limbs are very obviously alive, just from how they move, and equally obviously not human. So he becomes like, Mothman. Everyone has a story about the Beetleman, about his flat, black and blue face, about its (his? Her? Something else? Nobody has gotten close enough to, ahem, check.) wings and bug limbs. Cities outside of Palmera city think it’s a hoax made up for tourism money. “It’s literally ripoff mothman. It can’t be real,” and so on.
Jaime is unaware of this until it’s too late, because he sometimes goes out for joy-flights, or perches on buildings and structures previously too high for him to reach. This creates rumors of a cryptid.
First time he runs into someone as Blue Beetle, he’s too flustered to talk, so he just bolts off into the sky. Rumors abound.
Also. What if in suit, Jaime has clawed, two-toed feet. Like this.
Two short little claws off the front of the boot, so it has two clawed toes. (At a less severe angle than the claws in the picture, more parallel than perpendicular, like dog or cat toes.) Maybe little spikes like that on the back of his thighs as an extra touch?
YES YES TO ALL OF THIS
Jaime not having the general exposure of a superhero would be so hard on him though. At least in cannon he can say ‘Well I have a world destroying weapon in my back but at least I’m using it to be a hero!’ And gets reaffirmed in that title. But here? Noooooone of that lmfao. He’s trying his best, but from his perspective it would all just feel like some desperate attempt to not turn into a ‘bad guy’. No body wants to get their shit rocked by the justice league, ESPECIALLY not our poor little big boy.
#this is a fun idea dude I really like it#blue beetle#jaime reyes#khaji da#made me laugh#my art#sketch#asks#blue beetle au#blue beetle headcannons
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Keine Frage, ich brauch nur ein Ventil :D können wir bitte mal darüber reden, wie heiß Klaas in der neuesten Folge WSMDS aussah als er nur in dem schwarzen T-shirt da stand 🔥 ich kann echt nich mehr..
Für die Screenshots muss ich wieder Content_Corinna danken <3
Ich habe dazu nicht viel zu sagen, außer: Ja.
Damit sind wir nicht alleine, schätze ich xD Der einzige, der sich davon überhaupt nicht hat ablenken lassen, war überraschenderweise Joko. Der war scheinbar zu sehr damit beschäftigt, Klaas im Finale mit beeindruckender Überlegenheit völlig auflaufen zu lassen.
Wie ich finde, war das Finale dadurch zusammenfassend und insgesamt: 🔥
#jk ask#joko und klaas#joko winterscheidt#klaas heufer-umlauf#klaas bei wsmds#wsmds#insane things jk do *turbo*#jk pics#man hat wirklich selten gesehen dass klaas in so eine falle tappt weil joko seine hektik und selbstüberschätzung gegen ihn verwendet#das hat mich sprachlos gemacht#aber gut sah er trotdem aus xD#klaas#anonymous#answered
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#da-crazy-fandom-child#art#danganronpa#your asks are so good thank you#makoto naegi#sayaka maizono#hajime hinata#bus au
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When all the kids were at school did other mothers try to Hit on Ransom? Did Kitten had to „mark her territory? 😂😂😂 he is her pretty boy, so other moms may think that too, and knowing ransom he would ridiculously call them off
Also wouldnt that be funny if Blade is with some girl from school and shes like „i have always had crush on your dad” and blade is like „ughhhh Ransom” 😂😂
😂😂 um...yes. So Ransom wasn't always the parent going to the school, but when he did, it was a big ordeal. Ransom was all the mom's crush, but also a few of the little girls crush. Kitten just had the teachers 😂 a few dad's, and that's mostly because they caught Kitten's little...movements to Ransom. Ransom and Kitten are not shy about how they find each other physically attractive, so it's a bit of a jealousy thing.
And poor Bladey, we know that he was a bit of a late bloomer. When he did grow it was STRAIGHT UP. He got so tall, so fast, and outgrew Ransom. But it wasn't just Blade's friends...Blair let it be known she thought that Ransom was very attractive. I have wanted to do a drabble about the twins still in high school, and Kitten's need to let everyone know who Ransom belonged too.
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The Next Function
Summary: the fall festival and a teachers meeting get you both all hot and bothered
Pairings: Ransom Drysdale X Reader
Rating: mild
Warnings: mentions of a lactic kink, language, marking, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 1.9K
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You roll your eyes hearing Ransom drone on about tonight one more time. Looking over at him almost glaring. “Why do I have to be present?”
“I don’t recall me making these babies by myself. Was it not you who begged for one more every time?” you ask hearing a giggling Lucy in the back. You look back to see her watching her movie and slinging around a toy. Hoping that your other four kids are being safe.
“It’s a parent teacher conference. I hate school.”
“After that is the fall festival, so you can have some brownies, and mingle with the other parents.”
“Thrill me,” he whines again.
“Your boyfriend Stevie will be there.”
“And your boyfriend Jake will be there,” giving up you go to check your phone, making sure that the kids are en route.
“Kitten, they’re fine. Iris is driving. She’s getting there early for her and Aster to set up, and Blade and Story are coming with us to meet with the teacher. It’s fine.”
“I just worry. Iris hasn’t driven that long, and that’s four of my babies,” Ransom just gives your hand a squeeze, before lifting up it to kiss on your knuckles. “I know. It’s my job to worry.”
“And you look so hot while doing so.”
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Arriving at the school, Lucy uncharacteristically reaches for you, and that big baby of yours pouts again. “Stop it, Ran,” the two of you wait at the steps for the other Drysdale children to arrive.
And you let out a sigh of relief when they pull in. Already jumping out of the car and Story runs to her dad once she sees Lucy isn’t with her.
“We’re still alive, mom,” Aster tells you sarcastically, but lays over on your arm. “Had baby Lucifer been with us, probably not.”
“Only one detour to the cafe. V made us some drinks,” Iris gives you a smile, and hands over your own coffee.
“Mine’s pink,” Story adds in for good measure, reaching up to let her dad try the sweet drink.
“Leave, my chunky baby alone. We’ll see you two later. Blade, you and Story got to go with us, Mr. Cunningham wants to discuss your year so far.”
Your husband groans but follows you. Still too early for anyone else to be there. Following a twirling Story as she leads you to the classroom, and you and Ransom stand face to face with their teacher.
“Mr. and Mrs. Drysdale?” he asks, giving a quick squeeze to Lucy’s cheeks, who slaps them away. “My apologies. Blade, Story you want to watch your little sister, while I talk with your parents.”
“I’d rather not.” “Not her, nope.”
“She’s fine Mr. Cunningham,” you answer. He gestures you into the classroom, and Ransom can’t help but follow his eyes as you take a seat. Watching their teacher clearly watching your ass move.
Wiggling his shoulders he sits a bit straighter. Proud that he’s married to the hot mom. Only vaguely listening to what the teacher has to say. “Blade, I think needs to be challenged more. He’s growing restless. While Story, just gets bored,” he glances over to see your princess take a sip of her pink drink, and then back to you.
“Maybe we should cut out the caffeine.”
“That’s caffeine free,” you tell him, taking a sip from your own cup.
“The sugar maybe,” his eyes only stay on you. Never giving Ransom any attention, and your husband pulls your chair closer, trying to reach for Lucy, who still refuses to go to him.
“That’s a special treat. Her sisters got her that. Are you trying to say she’s hyperactive? She’s in ballet. School outside of the creative part is hard for her. She excels in language arts.”
“Maybe I could come by your home for extra tutoring.”
“Nope,” Ransom blurts out, causing you and Lucy both the flinch. “If she needs a tutor, we can hire one.”
“If it was me, I could tutor what is being taught on the syllabus,” Ransom only shakes his head no again, and when you look towards him trying to figure out what the problem could be, that thick hand lays on your thigh, and you see his nostrils flare. He’s jealous.
You almost giggle looking at him. “Aster and Iris are both capable of tutoring. Carter Baizen as well. Plus, I’m sure Mr. Fowler could help some.”
“Ransom,” you gruff under your voice. “Mr. Cunningham, I apologize on behalf of my husband…”
“Her husband,” Ransom nods his head. “Five kids.”
“As I was saying, if it’s tutoring we have plenty of people who could help.”
“I could be of good assistance,” he gives you a smile, which only irritates Ransom more.
“Enough about Story and a tutor. What do we need to do about Blade? Extra work, extra…”
“I’m suggesting he move up a grade for some of his subjects,” he finally turns to look at Ransom.
“Are you saying that you can’t help him?”
“I’m saying I am teaching younger children who are not as advanced as him. Blade would be better suited in certain classes to be with older kids.”
“Absolutely not,” you butt into the pissing contest. “Blade…he has his issues with bullies. I can’t have him going up grades when that’s where the very bullies are,” Blade releases an annoyed mom out, before you give their teacher a saddened look.
“My children’s safety is my first priority. I don’t want to stunt Blade’s learning, but if you can’t guarantee that he will be kept safe, and that he won’t have a panic attack on the regular, I can’t have that. I won’t. I’ll pull him from school, and he’ll have the best tutors come to him.”
“Mrs. Drysdale,” Ransom’s shoulders wiggle a bit at the name. And Lucy turns facing you, and you hold tighter to her. “We’d be doing him a disservice.”
“She’ll discuss it with me, her husband, and our son,” with a final reach to grab Lucy, she clings tighter to you, almost whining. Her hand squeezing into a fist over and over. Her teeth clearly bothering her, while she looks for a source of comfort.
“I know sweetheart,” Ransom grabs your arm, urging you not to give into her. “Ran, she’s teething. Sorry, Mr. Cunningham.”
Unbeknownst to you, he follows you over to where the other two children work on something for their classroom, turning your back to the teacher before letting Lucy nurse for a bit.
“Mr. Cunningham,” Ransom begins getting his attention off of you. “What are our options with Story in your classroom? You said she’s not paying attention,” you notice how there’s no response, but it isn’t until you hear that, “She’s not the only one struggling to pay attention.”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Drysdale, I have a prior engagement I need to tend to. This was out of character to have the meeting today, but I know you’re a busy man. I need to close up my room. If you please.”
You turn back to the two of them glaring at one another, and Ransom walks over to you, walking in between you and Mr. Cunningham, until you’re out of the classroom.
“Ow. Okay, you’re finished. You wanna bite mommy, you’re done,” you lift Lucy back up to see her smiling at you. Laying her head down on your shoulder, and Ransom gives you that look. “She’s teething.”
“You’re feeling the affects of her being the last, and won’t let that go.”
“You don’t complain when we’re alone.”
“Blade, go ahead and you and Story go into the multi purpose room. We’re right behind you,” he reaches for Lucy again, and she smacks at his hand. “That teacher is about to choke the chicken because of that.”
“Oh, you’re ridiculous.”
“Mr. Drysdale,” Ransom freezes when his daughters’ least favorite friend bounces up in front of him. Her face turns and looks at you before quickly back to your husband. “I was hoping to see you here.”
“I don’t know why.”
“You’re funny. I made my mom’s special cookies.”
“Blair, please, I need to speak with my wife,” she looks at him stunned but finally walks away from you two.
“What did you need to talk about Mr. Drysdale?”
“About how Steve is going to hold Lucy, while me and you go into a bathroom, and I’m going to mark your fu…neck up, and I need you to do the same,” you just shake your head no, and look down at Lucy.
“If you call her that word, me and you are going to fight. She repeats things now, Ran,” you jut your hip out to knock him, and giggle.
Leaning over he whispers a, “Cockblocker,” in your ear. “Go find Marta. Maybe she can help with our pouting baby Lucifer.”
Starting to walk away, he gives a little slap to your ass. Lucy already falling asleep on you, when you meet up with Marta. Watching around for all your kids as they mingle around, play the games, eat the food. And that’s when your eyes lock on Ransom, no longer is Blair around him, but mothers. One even grabs his arm, and even though you’re far away, you swear that she bats her lashes.
“I know that look,” Marta sighs following your eyesight. “Give me the baby. You go get your man,” you don’t hesitate to hand over your sleeping baby.
Almost marching over to Ransom, when you wrap your arms around his waist, resting your chin on his shoulder. Leaning over you give him a kiss to his neck, and you can almost feel the glow radiating off of him.
“How did you get rid the baby?”
“Our baby,” you answer a bit louder. “Marta is holding her. Just so we can have some time alone to enjoy the festival,” you look at all the mom’s who start backing away a bit.
Ransom is looking more towards the dads that are gawking at how you’re not afraid to show a little bit of PDA. Jealous that they’re wives don’t seem to be that consumed with them. “You wanna sneak away for a minute?” you ask, giving him a flirty little smile.
“What do you have in mind, Kitten?”
“Just a little quick make out session. I want them to know you’re spoken for,” twisting you off his body, he leads you away to the closest family bathroom.
“How come you don’t do that with me?” one of the dad asks his wife.
“How come you don’t look like him.”
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Your eyes watch Ransom’s every move as he slips closer to the bed, already pulling the blanket off your body, so he can see your swollen tits. “What’s the occasion?” he asks you.
“I just want to remind you, whose baby you are,” he gulps looking at you. “Ransom Drysdale, you are mine and I am yours.”
“Yeah, those fucking hickies on my neck sure showed them. I think just seeing me all marked up gave ‘Mr. Cunningham’ and the dads a hard on. Little lactic kink bastard.”
“I’m yours baby. Always have been.”
“Oh, I know,” he coos sliding into the bed, his hands kneading over your boobs. “I love you, Mrs. Drysdale.”
“Love you, Mr. Drysdale. You better make it quick before one of our babies is needing me.”
“Say no more,” he hums laying you down on the bed. “We’ll do the marking before the next function.”
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I'm sorry but-
Leo, my my~ 🫢🫣
I'm obsessed with a protective brother.
Hehe~
Yeah...
He's a lot more protective in my lil bad future au...
But! Not to worry...
He's still really, very sweet, I promise~
;3
#ask answered#teehee~#f!leo#rottmnt au#wrong fabricated time branch#i still like doing bad future stuff digitally tho gosh dang darn do da (':#:)
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ikesoren pero UN MOMENTO! PROTESTO! TOMA YA! xd
concepto y AU por @grey-kisses
#ikesoren#soren fire emblem#ike fire emblem#fire emblem fanart#fire emblem#ace attorney#tellius#fe9/10#AU is super good AAAA if u curious you can totally ask Grey about it#she is super cool and sweet and will give you details#y que creen que ya le pongo marca de agua a estas madres xdxd#mi compa me convencio#me da flojera pero aAAAAa tiene razon- es para personalizar tus dibujos uwuww#anyways xd ike en su face de niña asistente extraña y soren acaba de cambiar de profesion y ahora es abogado defensor sisisi#my art
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JarbleAU Alaxia VS Canon Alaxia.
A short summary on my feelings
#having too much fun writing/discussing with friends on JarbleAU and then..#I look back at the canon material of Alax and I'm just 'oh.. right.. I hate you actually'#rest in pieces everyone out there who has a nicer AU version of a shit character. I feel your pain now#JarbleAlaxia#AlaxiaMew#JarbleAU#sfw#shitpost#mew#ask blog stuff#my art#digital art#doodle#JarbleAlax is SadMan who is soaked in milk and thrown against wall#Canon Alax is da man behind the slaughter#there is no middle ground here
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What do you call a cowboy Ezio? Spaghetti western. Spaghetti” Westerns are a subgenre of Westerns whose name references the circumstances and location of their filming. Generally, a Spaghetti Western is a low-budget film produced by Italian directors (hence the “spaghetti” connection) and filmed in Europe, primarily in Almería and the Tabernas Desert.Feb 18, 2022.
Being in a Spaghetti Western makes me think of an actor AU where Ezio is a popular actor in Italy who gets the part of a major character in a Spaghetti Western movie. The main draw of the film is, of course, the leading man who goes by the name “Connor” (real name is kept a secret because he likes his privacy).
The film is a revenge story of a man who lost his tribe (including his mother), burned to the ground by a certain group for nefarious means and he hunts them down one by one.
Ezio plays the main character’s final target, the “Sheriff Jack O’Leary”, the leader of the group.
The twist of the story is that Ezio’s and Connor’s characters are actually father and son.
The bigger twist is that Ezio’s character didn’t even sign off on the burning of the village, his group did that on the orders of a high ranking politician that was helping the main character is finding this group.
A tale of betrayal and revenge with a downer ending of the main character killing his father because they could not find a middle ground.
Ezio was having fun. He was Italy’s darling, known for playing handsome charming men that women (and men) swooned over. So to play what could be considered as the main villain (or the secondary main villain to the politician pretending to be good) was good for him.
Along the way, he gets close to the cast and crew, even becoming something akin to an older brother to the leading man (who finally tells him his real name is Ratonhnhaké:ton and he chose the name ‘Connor’ as a tribute to a senior of his that supported and encouraged him when he was doing theater before).
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Leonardo is the set director and he’s super passionate about it. He’s a big fan of western movies and an even bigger fan of sci fi movies.
Machiavelli is the director and he’s quite the perfectionist. On the other hand, he had worked with Ezio before and they get along.
Federico works as Ezio’s agent and PA in one, mostly because he’s worried about his little brother and also because he doesn’t want to become the next CEO of the Auditore Bank. Claudia can have that.
Ratonhnhaké:ton’s agent is a man only known as “Mr. Cormac”. He’s also Ratonhnhaké:ton’s bodyguard and Ratonhnhaké:ton admitted to Ezio later on that his father was the one who employed “Mr. Cormac”. “To keep an eye on you?” “To make up for the decades of parental neglect he believes he committed even though he didn’t even know I existed back then.”
The script is written by Altaïr under the pseudonym Philip S. He’s a well known scriptwriter who churn up lots of scripts a year and just give them to whoever wants them. No one has ever seen his face. Whenever he has to get an award for his script or asks for a meeting, some poor guy named Desmond Miles would appear, apologize for his boss’ rude behaviors and then just do whatever was needed. Some rumors say Philip S is a woman and that’s why they don’t want to make an appearance. No. Altaïr just don’t want to mingle with people he doesn’t know or even like. He just likes to write. Desmond is actually his secretary/live-in houseworker who got the job because no one else could stay as Altaïr’s houseworker long enough to learn Altaïr was also a writer. The pay is good, Desmond doesn’t need to pay for bills since he lives in Altaïr’s house and sometimes Altaïr’s hot childhood friend visits to make sure Altaïr hasn’t died yet (his words, not Desmond’s) so the view is nice.
Haytham Kenway may or may not be producing the film under one of his shell companies. No one is really sure what the Kenway family does but it’s Hollywood during the mid 60s so… it’s shady af.
Kaniehtí:io is alive and is supportive of her son’s rising popularity while being worried about him. She and Haytham never married and she never actually told him about Ratonhnhaké:ton. Haytham only learned about him after Ratonhnhaké:ton became a movie star.
Yes, Ratonhnhaké:ton started in theater (as a child actor) and Connor Davenport took him in as his ‘protege’. Connor Davenport, unfortunately, died (Hollywood drama)
#connor is used in the narration because that’s ratonhnhaké:ton’s stage name#the name of ezio’s character is based on the names of characters’ adrian hough played#i'm sorry nonny if you wanted an actual western au with ezio#if i did that it'll probably be like rdr or rdr2 lol#let me know if you want that though and i'll write an idea XD#assassin's creed#ezio auditore#ratonhnhaké:ton#connor kenway#altaïr ibn la'ahad#desmond miles#ask and answer#teecup writes/has a plot#fic idea: assassin's creed#leonardo da vinci#niccolo machiavelli#haytham kenway
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