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reallyromealone · 11 months

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For the summer event I can request N°12

Son male reader omega x Boten.

Where Boten finds out that his son is pregnant and the father doesn't want to take over.

12. Late night thunderstorms

Masterlist

Bonten x son male reader

Omegaverse

Finally fucking omegaverse lmao

(Name) wanted to sob as he looked at the text from his boyfriend, the third year having recently found out he was pregnant and immediately told his boyfriend.

Lose my number.

And then he was blocked.

How was be going to tell his family?

(Name) let the cracks of thunder muffle his crying, tossing the phone to the side as he hugged his stomach, he could get rid of it but he wanted to keep his little pup.

"(Name)?" Koko called out as he and the others came inside and took off their jackets, the penthouse dark as lighting lit the large entrance/livingroom through yhe bullet proof windows. Setting the food in the dining room, Mochi was the one to look for their son as he flicked on the hall light, walking to the omegas room "kid?" Mochi noticed his son sobbing on the ground and went to check on him "who did this? I'll bear there ass"

"P-papa!" (Name) said shakily as another sob broke out from his throat and Mochi didnt hesitate as he pulled his son close and soothed him, poor (name) clinging for dear life as the others went to see what was going on.

"Who hurt my pup" Mikey, the pack Omega and leader said coldly as be went to check on his son, (name) hiccuping as Mikey pumped out soothing pharamones and the Alphas watched the two omegas cling to one another as mikey calmed him down.

"Why are you crying little one" Ran asked his Son, the teen nervous and scared "I-I got... I'm pregnant" his voice barely above a whisper as the room went quiet and (name) started crying again while apologizing profusely and mikey held him close "did that alpha you were seeing get you pregnant?"

"H-he doesnt want them or me!" (Name) sobbed and the men felt rage at this "we will figure this out, do you want this pup?" Koko asked as he wiped a tear from the others face and (name) nodded, at that moment Sanzu stormed out and slammed the door as another crack of lightening struck.

(Name) just cried harder.

Sanzu was soaking as he walked back into the penthouse while dragging a struggling (exs name) by his (hair/collar) and forcing him to kneel before (name) "beg for his forgiveness" Sanzu seethed as the rain hit against the glass of the living room windows "I-im sorry!" The ex said as Sanzu stepped ln his back and (name) was swaddled in a blanket as Bonten stayed close "this is my pup, i will take full custody... Never come near us again" (name)s voice was shaking but his words clear and mikey glanced at sanzu who let his men drag the ex off, takeomi texting the lawyer for full custody.

"We better get the stuff from storage" Rindō mumbled and Kakucho sighed, already calling someone to get the old nursery stuff and to look for good bassinets.

"At least I'm gonna be a young hot grandpa" Ran mumbled before glancing at Takeomi "unlike some people"

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers fluff #male reader #bonten x reader #omegaverse #omega male reader

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kenandeliza · 1 month

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untitled draft for future marvel family comic strip, (mostly crack)

Based on a discussion with a mutual. Doesn't take place in a specific continuity.

Mary is shown to go home after Wayne Gala, Billy is shown waiting for her back home.

Billy: "Welcome home Mary, So how's the fancy party?"

Mary: " if you ask me, it was a bit boring, but I met this one Boy-"

*thunder can be heard in the panel*

Captain Marvel with a serious/protective look on his face: "Tell me more.."

Mary: "Billy, he's not-"

Billy:"I just want to talk to him."

Mary sighed:"....Billy, relax, he only wanted me to pose for a portrait he's working on"

Next panel having him switch over to Billy: "oh.."

Mary:" Besides, I'll be fine, you don't need to be worried, I can take care of myself! I'm the older one after all"

Billy:"Yeah, By five minutes!"

Freddy appearing in the front door: "I saw the lightning, what are you two yapping about?"

Billy:"oh nothing, Mary met a boy in the Wayne Gala-"

Freddy frowned immediately acted protective, preparing his crutch: "who's the hoity toity brat that's been hitting on you!?"

Mary getting tired of her friend's and brother's overprotectiveness: "Not you too!!"

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Reminder to insert more Dialogue of their shenanigans at the Wayne Manor, I haven't perfected the dialogue yet so only the timeline of events are shown

[Bruce expresses his relief for his son to finally have civillian friends, the son is revealed to be damian]

Freddy and Billy begrudgingly tagged along with Mary. Just to be safe

[Mary introduced them to Boy who asked for Mary to be his reference for a portrait, Meeting between Billy and Damian, they eyed each other suspiciously]

[A journalist vs a son of a high-profile billionaire playboy beefing?]

[Insert a line of Bruce wondering why his co-worker is there, The rest of the Family didn't know because they'll question why he let marvel join despite not being an adult. Billy doesn't know Bruce is Batman]

[Freddy eventually warms up to Damian after finding out their mutual love for animals? With Freddy and his monkey, Jeep and Damian with Batcow]

[After the trio left the manor, Damian began researching the suspicious Journalist that accompanied Mary.

Damian has A tango between "oh no a journalist" and "a journalist that mainly covers Marvel and is seemingly close to him"

"Father has recently been stumped on his identity, perhaps this journalist could be the key! I can finally do something Father has never done before, Discovering Captain's identity!'

Now its just a chess gamebetween billy and damian

Billy:'This hoity toity kid is getting too close with my sister, I must get more info on him" (maybe accidentally discovered that Bruce wayne somehow had ties to The league of assasins that way)

[He might eventually lead to this scenario:

Billy keep coming up with wild imaginations that doesnt reflect the reality

Billy:" BATMAN LIVES IN YOUR BASEMENT??!!"

Bruce: "No, I build my manor in his attic."

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Further brainstorming and sicovering plot bunnies needed

#kd's thoughts #big brother freddy freeman #captain marvel #dc comics #shazam #billy batson #freddy freeman #mary bromfield #mary batson #scenario scenarios #bruce wayne #damian wayne #Possible comic draft? Poating it here because i often visit this hellsite compared to others

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v-ternus · 10 months

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His Creation Myth

Nice little MountainDew I wrote that got me out of a writing slump. For @forlorn-crows , because of your kind tags on my last Mountain fic.

MDNI

~1900

tags: water Dew, virgin Dew, handjob, alot of praise, Mountain is absolutely whipped, nice mention of a little aftercare

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Freshly summoned Dew has a quiet movie night with Mountain, and lets all pretend that he's never done anything before. A problem arrises, and good boy Mount has to help him.

Below for your consumption.

It was just supposed to be movie night, a welcoming night so to speak with some snacks and lighthearted conversation. Mountain wanted a relaxed moment with the new summon. But things went sideways halfway through watching Nemo of all things.

Dew had started feeling a weird heat pooling in his stomach. Before long, the slight pressure from the throw pillow on his lap was becoming excruciating. He sat there, with a pit of worry blooming deep in his chest, before finding the courage to raise the pillow a little. He finds a tent in his sweatpants with a small, darkening wet spot. The hot ache occupying his midsection combined with whatever this was made him feel like he was dying.

He was apparently staring for too long, because Mountain had to interrupt his non-attention.

“Something wrong?” Mountain’s words may as well be cracks of thunder, they spooked him and he stupidly jammed the pillow into his lap to hide his problem. It visibly makes him wince, which doesnt help Mountain’s brewing suspicions.

“Nothing!” He says, too quickly, that it was definitely unusual. Mountain looks at him with those obnoxiously kind, green eyes, a stare that wasn't going to let Dew avoid confessing his problem. Dew was very new to life topside, he was fresh, but Mountain had already taken a liking to him. He could read him pretty well and had learned most of his tells.

“It's written all over your face Dew, come on. You’re new, you couldn't have run into too many problems yet, I can guarantee that I’ve dealt with whatever it is,”

The pleading and genuine concern was making things more difficult for Dew. His dick was really aching and he didn't know why, or how to fix it, how to make himself feel better. For all he knew, he could be dying, he had never dealt with this in the pit. Maybe something went wrong during his summoning, maybe his vessel was defective. Regardless, something was very, very wrong.

Mountain pauses the movie and moves to face Dew, again asking what's wrong. His undivided attention makes Dew’s face hold a bright shade of red, hot shame working down his spine. He tries to curl in on himself further but ends up pushing the pillow down again. The harsh friction makes tears pool in the corners of his eyes.

Mountain can smell his distress, astringent and bitter. He uses a finger to raise his chin up to bring them face to face. He’s left staring at a pair of eyes screwed tight.

“Bug?” Dew’s breath hitches. The endearing nickname was the final nail in the coffin.

Dew finally lets the words out with a whine, “It really hurts,”

“What does?” As far as he’s noticed, nothing had happened to Dew in recent days, and definitely nothing happened in the two hours they’ve been hanging out. He couldn't drum up a moment where he could’ve gotten hurt.

Dew doesn't even really know what’s hurting, he cant really explain it, so his only option is to show Mountain. Once he moves the pillow, Mountain knows exactly why Dew is hurting.

“Oh…” He swears he tried to keep his voice neutral so as to not alarm Dew, but he failed miserably. If anything, the way he said it further convinced Dew that something about this was bad, that it would be hard to fix.

“What do you mean oh?! You have to help me. I think I fucked up Mountain.” A new scent quickly invades Mountain’s senses, it reeks of burnt wood and venom— fear. His brain is quickly wiped clean of any joke, realizing that Dew really has no clue what’s happening.

“Calm down Dew, you’re perfectly fine,”

“How am I possibly fine?” The tears have started to fall against his rosy cheeks, leaving trails down to his jaw then neck.

“You’ve really never…?” Mountain desperately needs the full picture, needs Dew to confirm his suspicions. Dew shakes his head, messily wiping off tears that wont stop falling.

“I know how to fix this,” Its Mountains turn to blush. He’s worried that he’s taking advantage of Dew in such an unknowledgeable state, but he’d be lying to himself if he said that this didn't make him throb in his own pants. The chance to relieve him, to teach him for the first time. The notion turned him into a puddle.

He cradles Dew’s face, dragging his thumb across the tear streaked cheek. The warmth makes Dew loosen his eyes a bit, it takes him off the edge just enough so he can breathe.

“You need to tell me if anything feels worse ok? Really Dew.” Dew sighs, hopeful for relief.

“Ok,” Its a quick whisper, he follows it up with a nod just to make sure. His eyes are still shut, he doesn’t know what the cure is and he definitely doesn't know what Mountain is about to do. So he waits patiently, waits for whatever is supposed to make him feel better.

What he doesn't expect is his shirt being lifted off and a new pressure surrounding his cock. The sudden contact makes him hiss. His eyes shoot open to see Mountain’s eyes locked on his crotch with his large hand palming over it.

Pain floats around in his mind, he’s sensitive. He didn't think the pain could get worse, but it did. And it was torture. But it was steadily being replaced by a comforting warmth the more Mountain kneaded at him, so he didnt say stop.

“I’ll show you Dew, how to make yourself feel good,” He drags a thumb over the larger wet spot, slowly, right over the tip, making a point to press down on where he thinks the slit is. Dew jolts and reaches for the offending hand, clamping around his wrist.

“—feels like you’re lighting me on fire. Hurts.”

“Sorry,” He doesn't mean to tease, not now, but he just can't help it. It's built into him like his magic. It's stronger than second nature. He studies Dew’s face when he goes back to gentle touches. Takes in how his jaw has gone slack, how his pale blue eyes watch on with awe while Mountain touches him.

He gives one last tender squeeze before gently wiggling his arm out of Dew’s grasp. He hooks a finger into Dew’s sweatpants and works it down to his mid thigh, just enough to get it out of the way. Just enough to catch a glimpse of the offending member.

He didn't know what he was expecting, but it wasn't what he saw— a heavy cock that bounced against his stomach right under his belly button, leaking pre onto his little happy trail. Its nicely thick and long enough that the head would sit nicely in his throat if he got the chance to wrap his lips around Dew.

“I’ll teach you everything Dew. You just have to let me.” He wraps his hand around Dew’s cock and he feels it twitch, kicking against his hand. As well endowed as Dew is, he looks embarrassingly small in Mountain’s grasp. He wants to make a remark, make Dew blush even more by telling him just how small he is, but he tucks that fantasy away, for now. Dew’s cock is so red that it's almost purple, he understands then, why he shed tears.

“It’s so much Mount,”

“Give it time Dew.”

He starts to stroke him, root to tip, lightly gliding over the head and Dew yelps each time. Soon, the drag of his hand fills the room with wet noises. The only other noise is a stream of ‘Ah, Ah, Ah’ falling from the little ghouls mouth.

“Your body already knows what to do, bug, look at how wet you are,” Dew moans, high and feminine. His eyes catch on his slicked thighs and hips, noticing how he they shine with the light dim light of the tv. Mountain's brain is enamored by how he looks like a star as he comes apart in his hands, by how pretty Dew sounds.

The previously overwhelming sensation has bled into indescribable pleasure, Mountain is towing Dew back from the thin line between pleasure and pain. With the relief, he starts to relax, his muscles go numb.

The earth ghoul recites a silent prayer to whatever is out there. He prays that he’ll be the only one to ever hear his siren sing, that Dew will be his— that Dew would let himself be his.

The easiest support is against Mountain’s chest, so he uses it, leaning against the supple flesh while Mountain snakes his hand up onto the nape of his neck, dragging his nails over his scalp. He holds Dew close, relishes in his warm breath against him.

Dew starts to roll his hips, jerky and uncoordinated, until he finds a rhythm. He thrusts up to meet the tight fist around him while Mountain uses his finger to pet at the sensitive spot under the head.

“Good Dew, take what you want,” Mountain watches as even more slick drips out of Dew, it quickly reminds him of his soft spot for water ghouls.

Dew’s rhythm starts to falter and the muscles in his toned thighs start to twitch. Mountain can see it, hell he can damn near taste it, Dew was close.

A tightness forms deep in Dew's stomach, he’s about to have his first orgasm, ever. And the best part? He doesn't even know it.

“Mountain, what is this? Its- Mount its…” He’s been reduced to a mumbling mess, devoid of any coherent thought thanks to Mountain’s ministrations. All he can do is cling to Mountain like he's his only chance at salvation, which in this moment, he really is.

“Just let it happen Dew, let go for me.”

Mountain tightens his hand and jerks him off faster, twisting when he gets to the tip and rubbing his palm into the head to polish it for good measure. He’s trying his hardest to snap the wound up band in Dew.

Dew cums without a sound, save for the yelp of him choking on his own breath. He keeps nuzzling his face into the column of Mountain’s neck, grazing his fangs over the tender flesh. All he can smell is his earthy scent, laced with pine and lavender.

He has an unexplainable urge to bite, he wants to sink his teeth in, but he clamps down on his own lip instead. A tinge of copper hits his tongue as he breaks skin. His fingers stay wound up tight in the earth ghoul’s shirt, feeling like he would drift away without the tether.

Mountain feels like luck is raining down on him as he gets to watch the birth of something he can only describe as celestial. He basks in the glory of Dew discovering pleasure, realizing desire, he watches as Dew fully becomes one with sin. He cant peel his eyes off of the cum spilled over his fingers, speckled along the small hairs of Dew’s happy trail.

Mountain keeps stroking him, working him through everything gently. Once Dew goes soft, he rests his dick gently against his thigh before wiping his mess off on his sheets. He pulls Dew into his lap, ignoring the stickiness that'll inevitably dry uncomfortably between them, and pulls him tight against his chest while leaning against the headboard. He feels Dew’s heavy breath, the deep rise and fall of his chest against his own.

Dew shifts his leg and unknowingly nudges Mountain’s own throbbing cock, it makes him gasp. But his brain doesn’t recognize it beyond that, it doesnt care about his release. All his brain can think of is the twitching ghoul in his arms.

“Fuck, Mount. Fucking hell.”

“Was that ok? Are you ok?” Mountain expects a simple yes, but Dew’s answer is better than he could’ve imagined.

“Teach me more sometime.” He feels him further sag into his chest, feeling hopeful for the future. He places a kiss against his hairline and catches his scent again. This time, Dew smells like petrichor and a breeze along a shoreline, sweet and light— happiness.

Dew resting on him makes him feel flayed open, like his raw nerves are being singed one by one. His brain is draped in the sensation— he can’t imagine a life without it.

They’ll eventually get up and when they do, he’ll run a bath for the both of them. He’ll lay Dew on top of him in the tub with his back to his solid chest. He’ll lean his chin on Dew’s bony shoulder and whisper about how good he was, how this is what he deserves each and every time he ever lays with someone. He’ll pepper the side of his face with soft kisses as he mumbles words of thanks, immensely grateful that Dew trusted him with something so special. They’ll stay till the water runs cold.

He hopes Dew falls asleep tucked into his side.

#nameless ghouls #ghost band #the band ghost #dewdrop ghoul #fire ghoul #mountain x dewdrop #dew ghoul #ghost band fanfic #vee writes #mountain ghost #mountain ghoul #dew ghost #dewdrop ghost #ghost bc #water dewdrop #mountain dew #mountain dew ghost #mountdew #earth ghoul

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isa-ah · 4 months

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so heres my pitch for what happens before dimple shows up in the icmhwau:

teruki and mob are hanging out in the middle of one of black vinegars soccer fields. its after school and the sky is heavy and grey, but it hasnt started to rain just yet. mob snuck a milk carton on his way out so he could come see one of the stray cats that sometimes wander onto the school grounds. this one he knows from sitting by for terukis soccer practice over the last few months.

while hes bent down, making soft sounds and petting it, teruki is standing behind him, hands jammed in his pockets and sneering bc he doesnt do. exactly great. not being the center of attention. hes tapping his toe and waiting for mob to get it over with so they can go when theres this big crack of thunder overhead and the cat goes skittering off toward the trees- just as the sky opens up and theres one of those heavy late spring downpours.

teruki is taken offguard, bracing for the rain, when he realizes hes still stood there dry. mobs got a hand up, having thrown a barrier over them reflexively, and humming his disappointment. he stands, dusting his knees off, and when he turns around teruki tries to look like he hasnt just been standing there watching the whole time.

"can we go now?" rude. but no more rude than he usually is, so mob doesnt really mind. he hums his affirmation but pauses, and then shakes his head. teruki frowns and turns fully toward him in response.

mob kinda stands there, hands flexing and unflexing cause hes really not good at putting things into words in this au. it drags on long enough that teruki is just starting to pull away with a scoff when he is stopped cold like he took a stone to the head.

"teru."

that gets his attention in a big way that makes his stomach roil. mobs never addressed him like this before- maybe a soft hanazawa-kun when he needed to, but the nickname cuts straight to the core and he is on guard immediately.

"i.. was thinking."

and now he is feeling outright defensive. a thousand scenarios playing out right like is mob sick of this? is this going to be bad news? is he trying to sugar coat it? and then, worst case scenario; mob steps forward, and starts to reach for him. his hands are small and bruised, little scars and bandages wrapped around his fingers. teruki put those there, and it feels like an intimacy too sacred and mortifying to be broached.

so teruki panics.

"DONT TOUCH ME!" slapping his hands aside. "you just laid hands on that disgusting vermin, its probably diseased."

and mob stands there looking so shocked teruki feels a thrill of success. derailed. whatever was about to happen has been successfully derailed. he preens, starting to turn to pull the lead before mob can recover, but mob speaks before he can get very far.

"cats are actually very good at grooming." tone flat, dry. it gets under terukis skin. mob never objects.

"yeah right. like im going to hear about hygiene from a brute like you." baseless, and mean, the kind of cutting comment he throws around easy but it seems to catch mob off guard this time.

hes frowning, brows turned down and his hair ruffled by a wind that cant reach them through his barrier. teruki sneers and mob shoves him, hands splayed into his ribs in frustrated defiance. teruki scoffs and pushes him tumbling back onto his ass, standing over him.

& its just instinct tbh, at this point, learned experience from watching teruki get backed into corners with his mouth, when mob mutters, "youre mean." and when teruki looks surprised, he continues. "youre a very mean person."

which teruki is taken aback by. "oh, as if! you dont have a high horse, not when youre just some commoner who happens to listen to instruction better than the rest of them. like you havent picked plenty of your own fights, too." that sort of thing. "its embarrassing that youd even try to come after me when youre just some- some nobody."

& its clearly reaching its mark bc as teruki talks, mobs curling his fingers into the grass and bits of dirt and torn blades are starting to curl up into the stagnant, humid air around them. his hairs started to lift and he looks unhappy.

"oh dont look so surprised. you knew what this was. and beyond that- you dont scare me, kageyama. i could kick your ass and still-"

hes cut off by this dizzying woosh, this spike of energy that makes his head spin, and the vertigo only intensifies as he looks around and realizes the barrier is gone; its not that the rain isnt landing on them, its that the rain isnt landing at all.

mob was definitely not radiating unadulterated power like this last time. he may have.. miscalculated his approach.

& you can imagine it from there. teruki panics and lashes out first, which pushes mob over the edge and suddenly theyre fighting and its UGLY. it makes their initial fight look like a joke. it makes the soccer field look like a battleground. it knocks teru half conscious, held by the throat in mobs sweaty, burning grip with blood dripping into his eyes when hes got an abrupt sense of nausea and something eye piercingly green shoots out his nose with an unceremonious, "oh jesus, kid."

im not like, a writer, but you get the idea. fill it in to be better than i could do it LOLOL mob tried to finally put into words, somewhat, what he feels about teruki, which made teruki FREAK because he doesnt know how to be vulnerable like that, he lashes out at mob, mob lashes out back, the autistic immovable object vs the unstoppable adhd force leading into an rsd death spiral. messy. awful. mob knocks the snot (dimple) out of him lololol

#icmhwau #terumob

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thenewblackcanvas · 2 years

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just a little thunder

18+ • drabble • yunho • pt. 1 • pt.2

in all honesty, he wasn’t quite sure where he was.

the weather had driven him to seek shelter, running for what felt like 30 minutes to find somewhere to take adequate shelter. small awnings from closed shops were ok for a moment before running again trying to get to somewhere that would let him get dry and call his friends. after a minute, he figured he would stay under one until it let up. it got tricky when it not only got harder but the wind kicked it sideways, not sparing him from the rain and thunder that crackled in the sky.

he really needed to get inside a closed space. thankfully something caught his eye. the familiar sign of your apartment building. that’s where he was? a shiver traveled through him, obviously not from the cold of being drenched.

it took him a moment of inner battle to decide on this great yet probably horrible idea. It’s shelter, right?

•

you jumped at another crack of thunder, cowering from the window already as not to see the lightning that adding to your fear. You loved the rain but the minute it turned to a storm the calm it brought you melted.

a frantic knock on the door made you jump. you padded over, on the way checking that everything was charging, knowing if the power went out you would still be able to stay distracted. including the “toy” you were determined to like. what better way to distract yourself than cumming? Not like you could think about Y-

“Yunho?”

he stood wet and shaking at your door. “sorry to just show up but I got stuck in the storm. may I come in?”

you nodded, stepping aside for him to come in and slide off his wet shoes. you stepped back to look at him as he stayed dripping in the foyer. “i-uh don’t want to get anything wet. i’ll stay over here.”

you frowned before running to grab a towel. he accepted it gratefully but it became clear this was going to turn cliche rather quickly when you spoke next. “uh, yunho, i don’t think you should keep those on.”

he knew where that was going, being the one still cold and almost shivering. rather than a smirk or a chuckle you found his face mirroring yours. everything before was already questionable but stripping in your girlfriend’s friend’s house was a line right?

but he was freezing and wanted to get out of the foyer. so he stripped to his boxers. in the restroom of course. you brought him a shirt of yours to slip on. you bought some oversized shirts from the mens department to sleep in so they fit well enough.

he joins you the couch after changing, neither of you quite sure what to do next. until he spots your little friend charging.

just ignore it, you tell yourself. its just a little thunder and just yunho. however, a few things happen within the next thirty minutes.

The lights go out. This leads you to lighting the few candles you placed around your living area in preparation for such an event

The two of you try to entertain yourselves through the thunder with conversation laced with tension and the few things you have charged or sit aside for entertainment

Those things die or become boring leading him to place the vibrator on the couch between you.

you can't believe how easy it is to fall into whatever feelings make you a mess but looking at the vibrator on the couch then at him as he is looking expectanly at you. seeing the question in your eyes he chuckles. “sit on it. i control what you feel”

your breath catches for a moment. hesitation doesn’t last long before you’re letting your pants drop. resting your folds on the toy, he doesnt give you a second to thing before he clicks on the first setting. you jump with a yelp. he shushes you, ‘this is the beginning’

the words sound ominous with the smile he's wearing. he does let you get used to the sensation, getting wetter before cranking it up. you bite your lip.

thats how you end up with his hand so close to you that it fuels both your need for him and your quilt ridden anxiety. “does it make you feel good to know im controlling what you feel? that my hand is so close to you?”

you suppress a whine. he spikes the setting by a level. “i asked you a question, tiny. i need an answer.”

“yes!”

he lowers it back by one.

your faces are so close the whole time. he looks down at your lips with a grin, then leans in right when you’re on the edge and says “too easy” he unexpectedly makes the setting go up to almost the max, catching you off guard making you jolt forward onto him as your orgasm runs through you like a strong wave.

you grab him before you think about it. he is stunned and frozen for a moment before holding you, stroking your head. it’s a sweet moment juxtaposed with the filthy shit he’s whispering down at you as he brings the setting down. your figure still moving pathetically on the toy while grasping at him desperately, holding tight. you feel how strong his back is and can hear his heart beating frantically in his chest.

you try to move from the vibrator as you reach to turn it off but he holds your hips down with one hand, turning it back up with the other

he leans down to your ear as thunder crackles. “I want you trembling”

a/n: quick authors note. this feels a little rushed because it was initially longer. something happens in the next chapter. same night of thunder...

‘Just a mistake’ is queued for Sunday pt.4

#yunho smut #yunho x reader #yunho drabble #ateez drabble #ateez drabbles #ateez fanfic #ateez smut #yunho fanfic #yunnie ♡

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pacifymebby · 2 years

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Thunder Storms

Arthur and you comfort each other during a storm.

Neither of you really liked thunder storms. Arthur would never admit it but they always unsettled him, the sudden crashes rattling the sky, the white light which could temporarily blind you if the storm was close enough over head.

They say you can smell a storm, you can sense the change in the air. Its true, you can. You could sense a storm on the horizon days before it hit. Felt to you like the whole damn city was bracing for it. The air would prickle with a static, it felt thick to breath. Your mam had always described it as "close" and in many ways thats exactly how it felt. Like the atmosphere, the air, the sky, the ground were all closing in, cosying up to you. It eas claustrophobic and you couldnt hide how it made you nervous.

For you there was no such thing as the calm before a storm. Calm was the last thing you felt.

For Arthur a coming storm meant s flare in his already tumultuous temper. He found his fuse even shorter than usual. Felt his whole body bristling. He had a tendency to snap at people, more impatient than usual. That left everyone around him on edge, tiptoeing around him so as not to be the one he took it out on.

Hed already snapped at you a handful of times that day but as the evening drew in his mind was buzzing and fuzzing and you felt your own head clouding and fuzzing with fear.

When the first white sheet lit up the sky you flinched, it was so bright that for a moment you thought it was something else. It was only when, seconds later, you heard the roll of thunder crack through the sky that you understood. You jumped back from the kitchen sink dropping a glass which shattered at your feet, you weren't worried about that though. Your eyes were still fixed on the window, watching terrified for the next flash of white lightning that would light the sky and bring with it that horrible horrible sound.

"What the bloody hells happened here y/n?" started Arthur, about to start shouting about the broken glass which had scattered across the kitchen floor, when he himself flinched at a flash of lightning he saw out the corner of his eye.

He stopped and stood still for a second. Closed his eyes and took a breath. It was a shakey one but as he exhaled he felt a little calmer. He knew he needed to control his own fear, had to ignore the sudden rush of emotion he was feeling because you looked so scared, trembling where you stood.

"Alright alright, doesnt matter sweetheart, just a bit of broken glass, its alright," he sighed stepping towards you and carefully knocking the pieces away from you with the tip of his shoes. "S'alright my darlin just a little thunder and lightning, never hurt anyone... This glass is more dangerous than that out there..." he said slow and soft being as gentle with you as possible as he took the tea towel from your hand and tossed it onto the side behind his shoulder.

He tugged on your hand gently trying to coax you towards him but when a third rumble of thunder seemed to shake the whole house you couldnt hold in your shriek. You hand shot up to your mouth and you immediately blushed a deep shade of red but Arthur only found in endearing.

When you'd jumped out of your skin you'd shot to Arthurs side, throwing your arms around him and clinging to him, it would have been enough to make him laugh at you had he not been a little bit scared himself and also, so worried about you.

"eh, eh... Its alright darlin, christ you nearly scared me then an all!" he teased you, pressing a somewhat forceful and lingering kiss to your temple. "Right you know what... Fuck these dishes alright, me and youve got better things to do..." he said scooping you up in his arms bridal style. He held you tight against his body as yet another shot of lightning lit your small kitchen up, the following clash of thunder shaking you to your very bones.

You felt Arthur flinch at the sound too but you didn't say anything, you knew he was putting on a brave show for you and that it was probably helping him to do so.

"Me and you are gonna take this bottle of whiskey up to bed with us, and were gonna get so drunk, we wont remember this fucking bastard weather by tomorrow... How does that sound sweetheart?" he grinned grabbing the bottle of whiskey from the side.

When he'd gotten you upstairs he made a show of dropping you dramatically onto the bed, trying all the tricks up his sleeve to make you laugh and relax a little. He hated seeing you scared, especially of things like thunder storms.

See if it was another man you were afraid of then Arthur could deal with that. He could promise you youd never have to see them again, that hed make sure of that... But he couldnt do that with thunder storms. Even tbe peaky blinders couldnt do that.

What he could do however, was crawl into bed beside you, strip you right down to your little slip, and have you cuddle up against his chest whilst you took it in turns to swig from your whiskey bottle until you were both of you feeling quite content and calm in one anothers arms.

"There we are sweetheart, Arthurs got you, Arthurs got you nice and safe and sound," he mumbled to you as he held you in his arms, your legs tangled, your bodies pressed together. You had thst alcoholic warmth but also that soft, emotional warmth too, feeling so safe and secure with your arthur holding onto you like that.

You closed your eyes pressing a kiss to his chest and nuzzling into him even closer.

"Got you too arthur," you mumbled half asleep, making him smile to himself as he began to drift off to sleep with you.

#Arthur Shelby x reader #Peaky blinders imagines

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bridgyrose · 7 months

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Not sure if I requested this before since it's been a while since my last request. But in case I haven't...

Summer is actually an Earthling who got Isekai'd to Remnant.

(You may avoid the usual Isekai tropes if you wish)

(I have a few tropes I'm going to avoid with this)

Summer sighed as she stared up at the sky, trying to make sense of everything that was going on around her. The shattered moon still seemed strange to her even after these last three weeks, and the training was far different from anything she was used to. Aura, dust, semblances… it was all still hard for her to get a grip on. Though, if this is what it took to finally be a hero…

“Alright, time to get up,” Qrow said as he walked over to Summer. “You need to work on your aura control again.”

Summer got up and stretched, her arms still sore from swinging her axe around. “You know I’m not getting any better with it.”

“Because you’ve only been trying for a week.”

“But I should be getting better at it!”

“This stuff takes time. Now close your eyes and try to focus.”

Summer rolled her eyes and found a spot to sit down as she closed her eyes as she tried to focus like Qrow had taught her. She tried to picture home, her small town back on Earth. The smell of the bakery down the street, the sounds of the cars that drove down the road, the crack of thunder overhead just before a flash of silver light blinded her. “I’m not feeling anything.”

Qrow put a hand on her shoulder. “You just need to focus. Your aura is an extension of your soul, of who you are. A shield that will keep you safe-”

“And the only thing that will prove that you are strong enough to belong here,” Raven interrupted. “If you can’t manage your aura then why are you here?”

“If I knew why I was here, then I’d be able to do this.” Summer opened her eyes and looked up at Raven. “All I want to do is find a way home-”

“Then go home.” Raven folded her arms and glared at Summer. “Because right now, all I see is someone who has no idea what they’re doing and cheated their way into Beacon in some vain attempt to be a hero. If you cant handle something as simple as aura, then you dont belong here.”

Summer sighed as she watched Raven walk off, slowly reaching for her weapon to try to find some sort of comfort. It wasnt as if she hadnt been trying, after all, she had been doing everything she could to catch up after Professor Ozpin found her and gave her a place to be. He promised to help find a way home, promised to give her shelter and a place to be in the meantime, as long as she promised to train to be a huntress.

“Dont listen to her,” Qrow said as he pulled his hand away. “We havent had the easiest life living outside of kingdom walls, so its easy to say someone doesnt belong if they cant keep themselves safe.”

“Still doest hurt any less.” Summer stood up and started to make her way to Ozpin’s office. No matter how much practice she had, she still felt lost and out of place training to be a hero. Grimm were nothing like the monsters she used to read about, dust was a complete mystery still, aura and semblances sounded like super powers and she still had no idea how to activate either without some sort of help, and then there was whatever she did to the grimm that tried to attack her when she first came to Remnant. The way it turned into a statue when she tried to defend herself… it was all becoming too much.

Still, she slowly entered the elevator in the Beacon tower and rode the elevator up to the top floor. She leaned against the wall of the elevator, tapping a foot as she rode impatiently. As the elevator came to a stop, Summer took a breath and stepped over to the door as it opened. “Professor Ozpin, I… I need to talk to you.”

Ozpin looked up from his desk and took a sip of his coco. “Summer, I wasnt expecting you until tomorrow.”

“I know, but… its about this whole being a huntress thing.” Summer walked over to Ozpin and sat her weapon down onto his desk. “I… I cant…do this. I quit.”

“You… quit?”

“I’m not cut out for this. I cant use aura, still have no idea what my semblance is, and I still dont have a grip of anything that is going on here.” Summer sat down and looked down at the weapon in front of her. “I’m not some hero, I’m… I’m just a nobody that’s supposed to go to work.”

Ozpin nodded and sat his mug down. “Then what do you plan to do now?”

“I… I dont… know. I’ll go home-”

“And how will you get home?”

“I-” Summer sighed and shook head. She had no plan on how to get home, she still had no idea how she got here in the first place. “I dont know.”

“Getting you home isnt going to be as easy as snapping my fingers.” Ozpin pushed Summer’s weapon back to her with a smile. “Until then, I want you to be here to learn how to fight grimm and to use aura to protect yourself.”

“But why? Why be a huntress instead of… finding me somewhere else to work?”

“I saw what you did to that grimm.”

“What I… did…” Summer went quiet as her words trailed off, thinking back to the ursa that had tried to attack her in the forest and the bright light that flashed before it turned into a statue. She caught her reflection in her axe, her silver eyes flashing a bit. “But I didnt do anything. I was almost killed and I… you really think I did, didnt you?”

“Silver eyes are a rare trait and those born with them are able to defeat grimm with a glance.” Ozpin dug through his desk and pulled out a small journal, sliding it to Summer. “All I want to do is help you learn how to defend yourself in case anything happens.”

Summer picked up the journal and flipped through a few pages before closing it. “And if I dont?”

“Do you know anything else you can do?”

“Well… no…”

“Then we’ll continue your training to be a huntress until we can get you home.” Ozpin moved a few papers around on his desk. “Since you are struggling with using your aura, I’m going to assign you mandatory training after class. Once you are able to use aura on your own, we’ll work on your semblance. Now, you should get back to your team.”

“Yes sir.” Summer picked up her weapon and went back to the elevator. Once the door closed and the elevator started to go down, she looked at her reflection in her scroll, focusing on her eyes. “I just have to play along until he can get me home. This could be worse.”

#rwby #summer rose #qrow branwen #raven branwen #ozpin #rwby ozpin #drabbles #summer isekai au #summer isekai

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lexysstorm · 7 months

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Live thoughts while reading Thunder:

- why did frostpaw just use the word hours?

- please gay frostwhistle please

- goosegrass? I think thats a new one.

- AAAAAA i just want to read frostpaw pov shes the only one im interested in but ill give the others a shot

- LILYHEARTTTT queen

- if squif doesnt become leader i will be very unhappy

- OMG IVYPOOL DEPUTY????

- ok but why is night going with them i dont see a point

- i really really really hate the decision to pair sun with night it doesnt feel earned. Just let sun be in shadow its so much more interesting there

- ok sunbeam show me whatcha got

- stop being stinky lionblaze

- BAHAHHA BERRYHEART????

- ok she kinda right tho- does look kinda desperate sun im sorry girl you dont need no man

- ok i like spark and finch WOOO

- really love how berryheart trespassed just to whine at sun for leaving

- FROSTPAWWWW

- i dont remember smoky being this nice but ok

- FROSTPAW KIDNAPPED BY PEOPLE???

- FINALLY someone brings tree up in all this

- thats a HILARIOUS trial idea actually

- THE KIT SWEARING LMAOO

- finchsun please

- i think its kinda dumb that riverstar is here ngl- then again i didn't read his super edition

- OH MY GOD SHE GOT SPAYED?? IM

- theres goes my frostwhistle😭😭😭

- another traveling book im

- LMAOOOO NIGHTHEART IS SUCH A BAD CAT???? Hes going for fame😭😭😭😭BROOO

- oh my GODDDDD sunbeam girlie PLEASEEEEEE LEAVE HIS ASS AFTER THIS IM BEGGING

- OH MY GOD SQUIRRELSTAR????? HOLY FUCK

- STOP BEING A BITCH LIGHTLEAP

- i am actually very interested to see what tree comes up with for a solution

- what if frostpaw brings a cat back from the forest territories to be riverclans leader wouldnt that be STUPID

- OTTER MOMENT

- usual nightheart L

- ok i have a pool and a cat that goes outside and the pool cover does NOT bend under her weight💀💀💀theyre made to support a humans weight just in case (i think, dont try that)

- yeah frost is kind of carrying you night step up ur game

- dovewing ur right to be defensive queen- kind of shitty of ivy to be kind of trying to use her like that even if i do like ivy,,,

- omg "im not letting you manipulate me into manipulating him!" PERIOD QUEEN

- berryhearttttttt whatre you planninggggg

- cherry fall is right just give it a lil shove- im sure they could aim the rock to not hit a den

- i bet the black cat that refused to eat with the park cats will be rcs next leader but that's a crack theory

- meditating cats

- ok well. Why cant she just. Learn everything she needs to abt meditation real quick then go back to rc

- WERENT YOU SHADOWCLAN LAST WEEK HAHAHAHAH FROSTPAW

- YOURE NOT GOING TO SHOW US HOW SHE REALIZED??????????? HELLO?????

- oh nevermind okay

- "ive always known" SUREEEE unless im forgetting something from previous books, you didnt suspect a THING frost

- ok so her name is rook, ill remember that

- wait. Waffle. Waffle that won the contest? WAFFLEPAW????

- Worse than you imagined??? what does THAT mean

- READY AS ILL EVER BE

- cherrfall sus

- Cherryfall?????

- OH MY GOD QUEEN SHIT SUNBEAM HOLY SHIT

- sunbeam u really need to tell someone what youve seen and heard istg

- wow the big reveal nobody saw coming. HEY i DO like the idea though! Frost getting manipulated by her mother and a cat she loved is pretty fun to read, more interesting than nightheart. Even sunbeams pov has been pretty fun. Honestly if night didnt have a pov/wasnt a main character i would love this arc a lot more! And if sun didnt switch clans smh MAKE HER GAY HUNTERS

- ok well. Frostpaw. Dont. Do it. In rc camp??? Do it at a gathering- so EVERYONE knows

- oh my god is she actually gonna do that?? Lets go????

- oh my GOD NO WAY ARE THEY GOING TO VOTE HIM OUT??? TIGERSTAR II IMPEACHMENT????????

- wait dont the medcats have to be w the impeachment squad or am i misremembering

- ok good someone brought it up, but there should be a rule that if the medcat is closely related to leader they should be excused bc of conflict of interest right?

- YESSSS PUDDLESHINE

- uhuh SUREEEEE podlight

- NONONONONONONONONONONONONO

- THATS IT?????? BRUHHHH

#asc thunder #warrior cats #asc thunder spoilers #thunder spoilers #wc spoilers

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bluebunnyears-08 · 1 year

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UUUHHH i dont know much about tumblr yet, and i dont know if this is how i ask something, or if u even take request still, but just wanna say that ur nine analysis are AMAZING, my brain doesnt think too much into some things so im very grateful for this kinds of analysis, since they help me understand characters better, especially nine, like at first i wanted to protect him with all my heart... Now its the same but the feeling is def way more stronger KJSKDJ

Anyway jjst wanted to ask if ur planning to do some fic related to thunderstoms, i just have a very soft spot for sonic comforting tails during a storm, and since we have seen so much nine angst, maybe..

Hello, @fann1details! I'm so glad you like my analysis of Nine! Of course, I still take requests. And I love analyses for the same reason, that's why I do it, to pick apart what I think the writers are trying to convey in this character or scene or whatnot so I'm glad it helps you too!

I have been planning a thunderstorm fic yes! Every Sonic and Tails, or in this case Nine, fan writer should have a thunderstorm fic of the two!

Here's one that I've been drafting out for a while, I hope you like it.

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Thunderstorms are the worst.

Those loud cracks of thunder made Nine flinch, reminding him of how sensitive his ears were. While he was lucky to be in his base and not outside to see the lightning, which made him shudder due to how electricity was used against him during his time in the council. He, with Sonic's help, managed to escape the tyrants and was now on the run.

Now they were merely hiding out in Nine's lab, which the fox knew they wouldn't find them there. The hedgehog was currently upstairs, cooking chili, the spicy but pleasant scent lingered around the base. Nine found it a nice gesture, and one greatly appreciated. Lately, all he ate was whatever he could find, like protein bars, and juice, and if he got lucky some pieces of ham or sausage he managed to steal.

Of course, they had to go to a store to get the cans of chili. Only, the thunderstorm had started long before that. He tried to hide his flinching as best as he could and tried to suppress his shudders when a bolt of lightning shot through the sky. Sonic didn't need to know his weaknesses.

But still even after he didn't show a sign of fear and they had the chili, the blue blur still glanced at him with some kind of worry. Nine figured it wasn't that Sonic thought he was weak in storms, he was much too nice for that, but perhaps the other him, 'Tails', dealt with...problems from thunderstorms.

He managed to hide it, being lucky that when he failed, the hedgehog wasn't looking. They finally made it to the lab, and the hedgehog went ahead and worked on something to eat. Nine greatly appreciated the gesture, and he resumed working on a random invention.

He paused as he realized he was missing a part, he moved over to where the spare bolts and screws were kept, using his metal tails to reach the top of the shelf, only that was when the biggest clap of thunder decided to strike.

When it happened Nine found himself yelping in fear, flinching, falling over due to the sudden movements, instinctively making his metal tails hold onto something and grab the shelf, causing it to fall on him with a loud crash.

Nine groaned, feeling the bruises the impact of the metal holder left.

"Nine!", he heard the voice of his companion yell as they ran down to see what that sudden yell and crash was, finding the urchin two feet away from the mess, "You ok? What happened?"

The Kitsune looked over at the blue blur, finding nothing but concern and panic in his gaze. Not being able to resist, he fired a snarky comment in response, grunting in between due to being under a heavy object.

"What do you think happened?... Ugh...Yeah, I'm fine."

The hedgehog paused in embarrassment at the stupid question, instead looking over the kit as they dug themselves out of the rubble of metal. Gloved hands reached out and gently squeezed the fox's arms before the owner snatched them away.

"I said I was fine, I just fell, panicked, and grabbed the shelf. Now I'm going to have to fix it."

"How'd you fall?"

"Slipped", Nine lied, not wanting the blue urchin to know of his pathetic startle due to some force of nature. Sonic seemed to be studying his expression, seeming to look for deceit, but the fox kept his face steady, and the hedgehog relaxed, relief flooding his gaze.

"Well, I'm glad nothing was broken. Anyway, the food's ready-"

He was cut off by another loud clap of thunder and a yelp of fear from the kit. The fox covered his mouth, but it was too late. The hedgehog looked at him with sympathy in his gaze, a small smile forming.

"Aw, buddy."

Nine stayed quiet, sending the urchin a glare. He wrapped his arms around himself as he turned his back to the sympathetic hero. He closed his eyes waiting for the mocking laughter but it never came. Instead, he felt a hand gently rubbing his head, finding the other in front of him, still looking at him with kindness.

Then the spikey speedster spoke, telling him it was alright to be scared, stating that everyone was scared of something. Nine huffed not believing him until the hedgehog told him about his fear of water, surprising the fox.

Sonic spoke that he couldn't even get knee-deep in water without squirming, and the kit found himself relaxing, then the spikey mobian suddenly speed off bringing back two bowls of chili to eat. They spoke, providing each other comfort, forgetting all about the storm outside, eating spicy delicious chili.

For the first time, Nine felt at home.

#more sonic prime!#sonic prime #nine the fox #sonic the hedgehog #ask response #story requests #fluff #simple fluff #and chili #tails nine

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nostalgia-tblr · 1 year

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*smacks a wasp nest* Thor and loki are the most important ppl in each others lives, and thats the EXACT problem with them. And the fact marvel doesnt want to admit they're done with the characters is why their separate journeys now are so messy and inconsistent

FUCK NO NOT WASPS AGAIN!!!

Were Marvel trying to replace the incest intense sibling bond by giving them both other love interests, do we think? But then Jane SPOILER'D in that last Thor film, didn't she? So maybe not. (I haven't seen that one yet because it sounds like a tonal mess but I'll probably get round to it eventually. Some day. I expect. Hey, did you know that IRL thunder is named after IRL(...ish) Thor so that film's called "Thor: Love & Thor"? Did everyone already know that? I am quite cheap for puns though, so it cracks me up a bit.)

I saw someone somewhere speculate that Thor is gonna get killed off not too long from now and the bros will be reunited in a tearful Valhalla scene at the end of whichever film it happens in, and it does sound plausible but I generally try not to speculate about ongoing canons because that way lies inevitable disappointment. But maybe?

Their entire family is dead now and they didn't really have friends as such so they are all alone and said and possibly shagging other versions of themselves to keep the loneliness at bay 😭 Tragic. Doesn't Thor have friends, though? At least in theory? He can go to Earth and hang out with Spidersman and Arrows Hawkeye and whoever else isn't currently dead, but yeah those relationships aren't much to write home about, they lack the inTENsity of the Thor-Loki dynamic. But then would the MCU have managed to cope with the bros being on good terms again and fighting side-by-side?

This got long. What I meant to say was that yeah, these two characters are largely defined (at least in the MCU Proper) by that one relationship and without it they need to reboot a bit to keep going. Which I think the Loki show managed, but the downside of Thor-and-Loki was that Thor could get pushed into a Pure And Perfect Hero role to contrast him with that sneaky little shit (❤) who kept following him around, and it took 6 episodes to turn Loki back into someone who might actually be trusted not to stab you in the back in the big fight scene, but Thor kind of lacks a dark side because to some extent Loki was his dark side, and yeah not every hero needs to be a tiny bit bad inside but...

I dunno. I suppose they could stick Thor in an endless cycle of "Can he pick up the hammer? Will he be able to pick up the hammer by the end of this film? Oh look, it's that fucking hammer again. Are you still into the hammer, oh Cinema Audience?"

#replies #thorki #brodinsons #mcu tag i guess

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cypreus-and-willow · 3 months

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2, 8, 29, 43 For the fic asks if u wanna

2. Where do you get your fic ideas?

Honestly, just from random places. I tend to theorize a lot. But sometimes the theories border on headcanon and are kinda whack (hence my other name 'The Crack Theorist') even tho they're mostly based on actual observations. For example, my Digimon Survive Highschool gang came to me when I was wondering abt the job of Shuuji's dad - is he a doctor? A politician?

Then i remembered his dad tells Shuuji he doesnt have the 'qualities befitting a Kayama son'. So I thought well what are the opposites of Shuuji's natural qualities? Possibly strength, ruthlessness, cunning, blah blah. And the stupid area of my brain concludes that his dad works for the mafia. And thats how the Gang AU was born.

As for my non AU fics, I try to stick as close to canon as possible... but they're still centered around some headcanons.

29. What's something about your writing that your proud of?

That they're self indulgent. Ive spent a lot of time, worrying abt word count thinking that its only good if its 1000+ words every chapter.

But now, esp w/ my shorter fics, i try to just write whatever feels right for the story. To let a story end at 300 words because its what feels right to me. Sometimes I sit down to write one memo and 2000 words come out and its fantastic but Ive stopped trying to force that feeling every time I write.

(And also that I can somewhat effectively mix purple and biege prose together even tho ive never heard of those terms until recently)

43. Is there a trope or idea that you'd really like to write but haven't yet?

Coffee Shop AU? Or maybe the florist and tattoo artist? Lol

Im mostly an angst writer. So sometimes I get curious abt what its like to write the cheezy cliche stuff. It doesnt have to be romance, I just want them to be happy.

(I cant believe Pet Shop AU is canon in TokRev - I feel blessed)

Oh, I was watching the first Pacific Rim the other day and wanted to write something on that. That drift compatibility is really something huh?

8. Post an out-of-context spoiler from a wip

CW mentions child death

The boy of red hair and twenty years looks up to the sky as a creature of thundering swords swoops down from the heavens. The strike of his blade cleaving the ground in two. From afar, he watches Ifrit crawl with the last of his strength towards the open ground bubbling with grief's plague. Raindrops hang on the tips of red eyelashes. Refusing to blink as the water falls over smouldering rock. There he sees the body of his keeper burning atop the lifeless earth. And remembers the day they drowned his mother. Fire is the essence of life in Solheim. In the temple of Ifrit, his mother taught him the ways of fire. Of healing warmth. Water. Rain. Is the herald of death. “Tianna.” “Yes child?” Though now his height inches over hers, she calls him child all the same. And it gives his heart comfort that some things remain the same. Even in this strange new world where fire burns under the rain and children are taken from their beds to their graves. “Stay with me.”

From the first ever fic I wrote in June 2018 but never published. I wrote like 3000+ words in one night. Also based on a crack theory.

Tho maybe I misunderstand this question...

Spoiler: Aoi slaps Shuuji’s brother while saying "How f*cking dare you"

#Ask #Answer #Fic #Writing #thanks maq

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paeries · 2 years

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another teaser.. domestic!harry

........"So, naturally I, being the absolute angel that I am, took one for the team.” I shrugged, elbowing him in the side teasingly and reached over to his bowl of popcorn to fish one out. “They’re not stale, are they?” I asked, pausing just before popping one into my mouth, who knows when it was made. He widened his eyes at me and reached into the bowl to toss a few my way. “I made a bag about two hours ago thinking we were gonna try that movie out! Dickhead!” I laughed and threw my handful at him as well. “I’m sorry, I forgot! At least I was miserable. Doesn’t that help console you in any way at all?” Doesnt it help knowing I’d so much rather have been here curled up with you? “I suppose so.” He grumbled, grabbing the bowl and moving to stand. “C’mon,” He started, acting exasperated. “Let’s go make another.” And reached his hand out to help me up. “Grab that blanket too, will you? Just had it washed, I’d like to enjoy it, thanks.” He added, his eyes darting directly behind me to the blanket folded over his headboard. I laughed, my jaw falling slack at the newfound attitude. “Yes, sir.” I giggled, grabbing the blanket and stood, “Brought a pizza home too to share. Lost my appetite at the restaurant so I stopped on the way home.” I explained as I made my way to the kitchen again, Harry trailing behind. “Always so thoughtful, kitten, thank you.” He hummed, striding to the furthest wall of the kitchen, poking his head through the cabinets as he rummaged around for another bag of popcorn. “Would you grab the parmesan and pepper flakes, while you’re in there please?” I asked, opening the box to plate up the pizzas for us and moved into the living room to set the plates down on the coffee table, hearing the microwave beep as he punched in a timer for the bag. “S’really comin’ down out there, isn't it?” Harry said after some quiet, looking out the kitchen window as he waited for the popcorn to finish. I watched as he lost himself in thought, staring out the window, and I couldn’t help but wonder what he was so distracted with. I could feel my heartbeat in my ears, my throat, even my fingertips, as I set my hand over my chest to try and calm the throbbing that was bursting through my chest.

“Yeah,” I responded quietly, not really sure if he was talking to himself. “Ominous, isn't it? Should’ve known it would be a shit night once the thunder cracked.” I caught a hint of a smile from the tops of his cheeks, his head still turned mostly away. “Tried t’warn ya, did it?” He laughed, finally turning his head to me before retrieving the popcorn from the microwave and dumping it into a bowl. “Hey! Grab me a beer, would you?” I asked quickly, before he could leave the kitchen. Harry turned on his heel, grabbing two beers, “That bad, huh? Y’never go f’beer.” He teased, turning the light off and taking a seat next to me on the couch. “Alright, y’settled? Better take a pee break now because m’not pausing for any reason this go around, got it?” He warned, laughing as I sheepishly got up to go to the bathroom just in case, he’d say. “The pizzas goin’ cold, Harry! Just start the movie.” I laughed, trying my best to get him to hear me through the door.

After I washed my hands, I sped through the hallway to sit back down, opening a beer and pulled my legs up onto the cushion. “Which one did you end up picking?” I whispered, taking a good swig before setting it back down to pick up my pizza slice. “Interstellar. S’a big movie, lots of things to miss. S’why I made y’go to the bathroom beforehand.” He explained, pulling the throw blanket from his room over his lap, spreading it out to reach across my lap too. “Comfy?” He whispered, grabbing his own slice off his plate to take a bite. I nodded, watching his portion of a bite before getting back up, “M’bringing the whole damn box over.” I laughed out, hurrying into the kitchen to grab the entire box, as well as the rest of the six pack of beer in the fridge. “Hurry back, it’s starting.” He hissed, playfully glaring as I sat them down on the coffee table. “Alright! Alright.” I giggled, taking my seat next to him, watching intently as the beginning scenes unfolded. I risked a glance at Harry from the corner of my eye, he hardly moved if not for the slow rise and fall of his chest in order to breathe. His jaw tense, his eyebrows furrowed, his eyes flickering quickly about the screen, he was focused. When he moved to grab a beer, I jumped and he laughed. “Y’can’t watch the movie, if you’re watchin’ me.” He mumbled, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “I wasn’t watching you,” I giggled, swallowing thickly, “I was thinking about whether I locked the door behind me, and how I was going to tell you without bothering your focus.” “Y/N!”

yes, its another friends to lovers, suueee meeeee. this is just a section from what I have so far and its untitled as well, i've had her labelled as 30.

#harry writing #harry one shot #harry fic #harry styles #harry on tour #harry styles x reader #harry styles reader insert #harry styles friends to lovers #harry styles one shot #roommate!harry

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*taps microphone once again*

It's an AU where Jay died against a random villain (still working out the kinks but think like, not major villain, like a guy with a gun or something).

Cole gets very bad depression. When Nya, Kai and Zane (Lloyd isn't really that involved in this ngl) basically act like nothing happened a week after Jay died, aka. They're trying to move on, Cole loses it.

They're training and they start talking about the duels they did in the past, Kai is bragging about all his wins, Zane is talking about the various plans they had goin on, and Nya is just laughing and smiling. Cole is staring at them like they've murdered someone and when Zane asks if he's okay, he responds "Is he not important enough to mourn...?" They look confused and ask what he means, Cole grits his teeth "Jay. Is he not important enough to mourn."

Nya sighs and looks away with pain in her eyes as she speaks softly "Come on Cole, whats wrong with-" "No. No I'm sick of watching you all parade around like he isn't fucking dead. How can you stand there together and not feel something missing?!"

Kai huffs "It's a stupid idea for us to disband whenever we experience grief-" "Where was this ideology when Zane was dead, huh? Where was this ideology when Nya was dead?! Why only when JAY is the ones that dead you suddenly realise that disbanding doesn't work!"

Zane tries to approach him "Cole please remain calm-" "No! No I will not remain calm!" Kai glares at him and crosses his arms "Lay off man." That causes Cole the clench his fists and get mad "Lay off? LAY OFF?! NOT ONCE HAVE YOU EVEN LOOKED LIKE HIS DEATH HURT AFTER HIS FUNERAL! NOT ONCE HAVE YOU GUYS EVEN ENTERTAINED THE IDEA OF GETTING JAY BACK! AND DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE TRY AND TELL ME THAT IT'S ILLOGICAL TO TRY AND GET HIM BACK WHEN EVERY SINGLE TIME WE'VE LOST SOMEONE WE WORKED TO THE DAMN BONE BRINGING THEM BACK! HE WORKED TO THE DAMN BONE BRINGING THEM BACK AND YOU'RE ALL NOT EVEN GOING TO TRY?! DOES HE MEAN NOTHING TO YOU?!"

Nya growls and snaps at Cole, upset that he thinks Jay's death hasn't affected her or the others, "Of course he meant something! He was my damn fiance and I loved him, Cole!" But Coles already too mad to calm down "HE DOESN'T DESERVE TO BE FORGOTTEN, HE DOESNT DESERVE TO BE SWEPT UNDER THE RUG, HE DOESN'T DESERVE ANY OF THIS AND YET HERE WE ARE! I SEEM TO BE THE ONLY ONE THAT ACTUALLY CARES THAT HE IS GONE, THE ONLY ONE WHO WON'T BRUSH HIM OFF LIKE YOU GUYS ALWAYS DID! DON'T FUCKING LIE TO ME, HE MEANT NOTHING TO YOU!!"

A loud thundering crack sounded through the yard, deep cracks now danced along the floor and wall of where Cole stood, slightly haggard breathing as he glared at his now nervous team. Running his hand through his hair he chocked back a sob and ran inside the building before bolting to his room. He wastes no time in packing a bag, but stalls for a moment when he sees a photo he has of all of them together after they defeated the great devourer.

They looked so happy, they looked complete. He takes a deep breath before grabbing the frame and shoving it into the bag before shouldering it and walking towards Jay's room. No one has gone in there since he died and it felt wrong seeing the room so devoid of Jay. Holding his breath and trying not to break do seeing all the trinkets and photos Jay collected over the time they were a team he went straight to the bathroom. Picking up some of Jay's cologne, he always wore it and it smelt like oranges with a hint of burnt cinnamon; he even bought the specific brand because it didn't mess with Nyas allergy. It smelled like home to Cole.

Putting it in his bag he walked back into the room and surveyed the area, it was a spurr of the moment decision to bring more of Jay's old belongings with him, but it felt right to have more of the blue ninja with him. So he took a half complete gadget from Jay's desk along with its blueprints, that stupidly fluffy blue bear he won at the fair that was missing an eye, an old photo of Jay and him outside one of the few local arcades they knew of before they knew Kai, and the music box Cole got him as a birthday gift: the one Jay turned on every night to sooth him whenever nightmares plagued him.

Taking a deep breath to steady himself he opened Jay's window which looked over the cliff edge behind the monistary (ngl I dunno what their most recent home is all I know is that Jay's window leads out aight?). Climbing out he immediately started the descent, he didn't need to leave behind a note, they all knew why he would gone when they notice his absence. As he got to the bottom of the mountain he choked back another sob and wiped his eyes aggressively. He shouldn't cry, he has run away once before, he can do it again.

Steeling himself it took a couple seconds to look back up at his once home before turning back to the road and walking down it.

So basically in this au Cole has many signs of depression and...Well...self harming, in a few different ways. His once tighter fit clothes are now more baggy on him because he barely eats, his cheeks are drawn and he has large bags under his eyes. He looks like shit basically and hurts himself because he is angry that he has done this to himself, he doesn't like to but he has drunk to forget once or twice.

Turns out Jay isn't really 'dead' but his spirit has been let free and he's kind of an invisible lightning/energy spirit who follows Cole around feeling guilt and sorrow because he cause his best friend to treat himself like shit. Sometimes Cole swears he can feel Jay's presence but chalks it up to him yearning to see his friend once again. Spirit seers can see that Jay continues to watch over Cole as like a guardian angel, making sure he will live.

Yadda yadda symbolism about how lightning is attracted to earth and how maybe at some point Jay can merge with Cole and give him lightning powers yadda yadda.

Thank you for your time

*drops mic and runs*

#bruiseshipping #I tried to reblog the original post but it did not work so I made a new post #yay

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📝 🧾 🎇 ♨️ and 🔒!!! -@hearts-and-stars

@hearts-and-stars thank u! 💚💜💚💜

🧾 What’s your favorite headcanon someone else has made about your F/O?

becoming a Nobody affects ur magic. Axel got a major power spike in fire magic, he can control fire with a level of precision that no one else can match, BUT he can't use any other kind of magic at all. no cures, no thunder, nothing. this is still the case after he's recompleted and is Lea again

🎇 Which is the most CURSED crack selfship you’ve thought of?

oh god

space/good mental health

bruh i rly don't know here. not rly a crack ship person bc i make too much lore and now it's not crack anymore

♨️Did your platonic F/Os tease you about your feelings for your romantic F/O?

see, the issue here is that my kh friends knew Lea before me. I'm a background character and he's an antagonist/weird ally. the reverse is very true though. lea gets teased about having a type bc I'm like a friendlier isa

🔒 What does your platonic F/O think about your F/O? Are they overprotective of you?

they're overprotective of both of us bc we pretty much share a friend group. sea salt fam started more overprotective of lea bc they knew him longer but it doesn't really take long for me to get adopted in. granted it's a little weird having kids 24 10 years younger than you be overprotective but also those kids could fight gods and win so u just accept it. life is already so goddamn weird

📝 Give us a piece of a WIP involving your F/O (writing, art, etc.)

under the cut so this doesnt get super long

partial nudity warning and also top surgery scars if that bothers anyone

rip this wip from february that i was rly excited about and then burned out on

#i rly should finish that wip it looks rly good #lotta potential there #morgyn tag #memorize this #ask games

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spite-of-artemis · 1 year

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I posted 16,203 times in 2022

That's 15,749 more posts than 2021!

29 posts created (0%)

16,174 posts reblogged (100%)

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I tagged 190 of my posts in 2022

#grian - 7 posts

#thor love and thunder spoilers - 6 posts

#memes - 6 posts

#thor spoilers - 6 posts

#userbbelcher - 6 posts

#funny - 6 posts

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#disney - 5 posts

#thor love and thunder - 5 posts

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Longest Tag: 140 characters

#the resource pack should also give creative mode players fake hearts and hunger bars so that wilbur doesnt notice until he accidentally flie

My Top Posts in 2022:

my favorite part of the new dumbledore movie was him confessing his gay love for grindelwald and then being sent to superhell right afterwards

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im stealing this idea from wilbur soot because i think its really interesting. i want people to fill out this survey, and lie about every answer. its all completely anonymous and is only 15 questions

13 notes - Posted May 3, 2022

GRIAN, PLEASE IM ALREADY WORKING ON A HERMITCRAFT FIC AND COMIC. I DO NOT NEED MY EVO BRAINROT TO COME BACK

16 notes - Posted September 13, 2022

hermittwt ive had a realization that other people have definitely already made. the idea came to me while i was watching Animagicians video (this one, specifically)

while i do think the video was really cool i wanna focus on one small offhandedly mentioned thing. when ep 17 came out and we all saw the “im from a season where mumbo was mayor” we all thought that meant that our grumbot knew it was a fake reality. but, in the video Ani mentions that maybe the same thing happened to new grumbot. my thought process is what if thats exactly what happened. he was left there in that fake box, watching a still and lifeless image of the island, left to corode away into the now rusted and green tinted grumbot that entered into the new season. left in that false reality until one day he was able to notice the cracks. the sky never going to night, the island never changing, the small bits of light shining in from an odd angle for a second every time mumbo or grian came to visit. he asks grian why the island never changes, why there hasnt been any new shops, or games, or anything happening, and the guilt of lying to his son overwhelms grian. he tells grumbot the truth, mumbo didnt become mayor, but they didnt want him to feel like he was a failure so they hid him into his own little world until the rest of the server forgot he was even there.

His Grian was sorry too.

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My #1 post of 2022

if we get a fourth traffic smp series and we have a fourth winner i suggest we get the four winners together on an mcc team and that it be called the Teal Traffic-Lights

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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