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blondiebabes · 19 days

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M.R. NSFW alphabet

a. aftercare "You did such a good job, my good girl. Do you need anything? A bath?" gentle after a particularly rough round.

b. body part loves your thighs, squishing them, seeing them in a skirt, having them wrapped around his head. tits, man loves sucking and laying on them while cuddling.

c. cum will cum anywhere on your baby if he can. Pulling out of your mouth to cum on your boobs/face.

d. dirty secret watches you throughout the day. he knows a spell that can turn him invisible, and more times than he would like to admit, he would watch you shower before you guys started dating.

e. experience man had his hoe phase. before he liked you, he would hook up with a new girl at every party. never really cared for feelings before you.

f. fav position missionary, he likes how close he feels to you and can look into your eyes while paying attention to your tits.

g. goofy if he's angry, he will be more serious and rough, but morning sex is always goofy, and he's known to make some stupid jokes.

h. hair he has black curly hair that is well kept. if you really didn't like it he would get rid of it.

i. intimacy, he can be super romantic and lovey-dovey, especially if you are into that stuff. I'm talking flowers in the morning, date nights, and jewelry candy; he's pulling out all the stops.

j. jack off

before you two started dating, he would masturbate once a day; he couldn't control himself around you. he also stopped hooking up with other people when he really fell for you, so the boy was backed up.

k. kink voyerism loves the thought of needing to be quiet and the risk of being caught. same with his dirty secret; watching you without you knowing really turns him on.

l. location anywhere, shower, desk, bath, wall, couch he's game.

m. motivation seeing you get into a fight or arguing with someone.

n. NO this is really out there but bro is not a cuck, nothing about sharing you appeals to him.

o. oral big receiver, doesn't love giving but doesn't mind it.

p. pace depends on his mood but is ruthless if he's mad

q. quickie in-between classes and early morning showers

r. risk loves the risk and the thought of getting caught is really hot, doesn't gaf if you two get caught, "you wanna join?"

s. stamina can go as long as you want, "again?"

t. toys would use toys to punish you or for his own entertainment. put a vide inside you on the highest setting to watch your squirm.

u. unfair ruthless. its his own form of personal entertainment

v. volume grunts, groans whimpers. "dont try to cover those sounds up, let me hear them"

w. wild card deadass scaled a wall to sneak into your dorm to sleep with you.

x. x-ray 7.5 in, with a lot of veins, curved up and hits all the right spots

y. yearning always ready and willing, will pull you into an empty classroom to bend you over a desk.

z. ZZZ waits till you fall asleep, will watch you sleep.

#mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle smut #mattheo x you #slytherin boys

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authornina · 9 months

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Savvy Day Care

***THIS HAS NOT BEEN THROUGH A TYPICAL EDITING PROCESS; ALL SHORTS ARE ROUGH DRAFTS***

Sav sat in the driver seat of their shared brand-new Mercedes Benz sprinter passenger van going over his checklist to make sure he had all of his nieces. They had so many children and counting, a regular little mini-van wouldn’t do—like on ballet and gymnastics days that they all had together or when Jacob did field trips with them. Minus the boys who rarely made any fuss, all nine girls were very specific at times and some didn’t like sharing seat belts or their personal space if they weren’t in the best mood, so they invested in a sprinter and it’d been smooth sailing since.

“Melody, she so pretty make my heart all fluttery.”

“Here,” she cheerfully replied to her uncle. She didn’t always get to spend a lot of time with her father’s side of the family so being in the presence of her uncle and cousins made her happy.

“Delightful Damaris, she gon’ be a stunnin’ runway model in Paris.”

“Here!”

“Pretty Poppy, all these hoes gon’ wanna copy.”

“Here me go, Uncle Sav!”

“Savannah my precious banana,” Sav called then looked in the mirror and she raised her hand, still not able to verbally communicate much but they were working on it day by day. They mostly depended on sign language. He and Chi were just thankful she was able to walk on her own now without assistance. “Queen Day B, my G!”

“Here daddy!” she giggled.

“Aubree my gorgeous lil cup of tea.”

“Here,” she blushed.

“Ivory, my cute honeybee.”

“I’m right here,” she replied bashfully.

They loved their pet names given by Uncle Sav.

“Lovely Loire, even though you mean you the one I’ll always adore.” “Hmph!” she folded her arms with a scowl. The last thing she wanted to do was be in a leotard, tights, ballet shoes and a slick back bun. She looked just like a little Lake with an attitude.

“Ion know what hmph mean lil girl.”

“Me here!” Loire pouted, attitude on a hundred.

“You gon’ be flung over the bushes you keep actin’ up,” Sav threatened and she poked her lip out, and started crying into her sister’s arm. “My beautiful River gon’ always have my back and deliver…slaps! To ya muhfuckin’ dome on behalf of her uncle!”

“Here, Uncle Savy,” she laughed. “You make my sister cry,” River put her arm around Loire.

“She made her lil bad ass self cry. Loire cut it out before I get Sugar Sprinkle Pickle,” he referred to their dog that Lake let them name and she straightened up real quick. For some reason she was afraid of that little ass chihuahua. “Ard, everybody got their seatbelts on?” “Yes!” they all responded at the same time, Savannah nodding her head up and down.

“Do anybody gotta go number one or two before I pull off?”

“Nooo!”

“Goin’ once, goin’ twice, and we out!”

Jacob was on vacation for a week so what he’d usually tend to with their children was split between Sav, Lake, and Dem. Vant declined to help, wanting to use all of his free time from the kids trying to give Ivy another baby which she refused.

They had so many kids that keeping them active was necessary. They had tons of energy which needed to be channeled in something productive other than fighting with one another. Leave them in the house for too long, barrettes were flying, hair was being pulled and nothing but crying and screaming filled the air.

Once they arrived at the studio, Sav parked and got out making all of the girls hold hands as they crossed the lot. They basically had private lessons seeing as their group made up one class.

“Good afternoon!” their teacher, Ms. Farrah smiled as each of her tiny ballerinas marched into the studio. While the class went on Sav sat to the side taking pictures and videos, sending them in the group chat.

Avery: Fix Loire bow, she get on my nerves with that lil ass attitude! Ivy: Why is Aubree actin’ like we don’t practice the pliè at home? Ooh that girl! Vant: Fuck off my daughter bro Ivy: STFU! Avery: Nobody is talking about Damaris eatin’ everybody up though Chi: Straight running circles around them! Show them how it’s done Maris! Sav: My Banana is the best one Chi: And she is! Avery: She is doing so good, I’m so proud of her Ivy: Me too. Vant: Love Banny and all but I’m not bouta sit here and lie Ivory killin’ all them! Avery: LIES! It’s Damaris, River, THEN my pookie poo Ivory Ivy: Avery don’t make me kick your ass. Avery: Facts are facts! Lake: Can y’all all shut the fuck up? Chi: Husband! Why you gotta be so mean? Avery: Chi. Ivy: CTFU! Sav: I’m mutin’ y’all dickheads now Chi: You better not nigga! Ivy: Whose making dinner tonight? Avery: Not me! I’m tired and my back is hurting Chi: I can’t cook Lake: That’s why you need to sit the fuck down somewhere Avery: Do you see how you talk to me?😭 Ivy: Omg! Avery go away, you wasn’t complaining how he talk to you or crying when you laid up and got your ass pregnant again! He said sit down somewhere so SAT DOWN! Chi: Husband I woulda been sittin’ Sav: Chi get your fuckin’ head knocked off Vant: At least she lay down and get pregnant, some people act like it’s gon’ ruin their fuckin’ life to have another baby. Ivy: Vant do not start! You are not the one that has to PHYSICALLY go through a pregnancy! Vant: If I could carry my own fuckin’ babies I would! Sav: This nigga gay Wreck: Gay asf Vant: 🖕🏾

Pav: The girls are so cute! I wish I had a daughter to do ballet Sav: You late Pav: We were all napping Chi: You always sleep, let me find out you lettin’ Daly do you like Lake Daly: 🍆

Ivy: Okayyyyyyyyyyy! Get it get it! Vant: Ivy. Relax my nigga. Avery: I swear this is the last one. I can’t do this anymore. We’re gonna have to use condoms. Lake: Yea ok Ivy: TMI Chi: I would never make big daddy—nevermind Sav: Wait till I get home. Ima put a dent right in your fuckin’ forehead. Avery: LMAOOOOO! Big daddy that bitch! Chi: 🖕🏾 Dem: I’m not reading all that shit Ivy: Heyyy bookie Dem: Hey Avery: LMAO! Dem did you eat? Dem: No Avery: You want me to cook you some food? Sav: But you just said you was tired and your back was hurtin but now that Dem ain’t ate shit you got the energy Avery: Hater much? Vant: I’ll cook Wreck: Then I’m stayin home Daly: Me too Lake: I’m not eatin’ nothin Vant cook Pav: I will cook. Geez. Everybody be here by 8 Vant: Ayeee! Wreck: I’ll be over there Sav: You cook better than Avery anyway Avery: 🖕🏾

Sav: Ard the class is over. I’m takin all they asses to my house for a minute. Chi: Lord. Let me put up all my good shit Ivy: Don’t do that to them lmao Chi: You know they bad as shit! Sav: No, THEY kids is bad as shit. My babies is good. Dem: And mine Avery: So what tf are y’all saying? Ivy: Exactly! Wreck: Lake and Vant got some bad ass kids. Lake: Ok Daly: Now I need to put up all our good shit Ivy: Vant? Vant: Man…Ion feel like fightin’ and our kids is bad as shit Ivy: Wow. Sav: Bye dickheads!

Putting the phone in his pocket, Sav gathered his tribe of little ladies. They all walked to the van hand in hand talking over one another.

“Loire, you feel better?”

“Yes!” she answered her uncle now all smile. Sometimes it took his niece a minute to warm up.

“Good…who wanna go bother auntie Chi?”

“Meeeeee!” they all raised their hands at the same time.

“She’s my mommy,” Sav heard Day say.

“And she’s my auntie,” Aubree sassed.

“Don’t be mean to me.”

“Talk to the hand!”

“Daddy!” Day shouted. “She put her hand in my face,” she whined.

“Aubree chill out.”

“I’m tellin’ my daddy on you!” Aubree asserted.

“And what he supposed to do?”

“Beat chu up.”

“Your daddy can’t beat my daddy,” River added twisted her neck.

“I bet he can!”

“No he can’t!

“Ard,” Sav laughed. “Y’all chill, it ain’t that deep.”

“But Uncle Savy, she—”

“It’s ard River,” Sav turned to her giving her a look. “We know the real.”

River nodded then rolled her eyes at Aubree. “My daddy still can whoop uncle Vant, I seen him do it,” she whispered just having to get the last word.

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anakinniesluv · 1 year

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How The Avatar Kids Would Act When They Have A Crush On You <3

Includes: neteyam, loak, kiri, aonung

Neteyam;

He would be so cute bro

Little glances, asking you to fly w hik often, that type cute stuff

You guys have probably been friends for a good amount of time so nobody thinks anything of it

ALWAYS close to you

I mean ALWAYS.

Sitting beside you during meals, sharing an ikran with you, having a sleeping mat near yours, etc.

He would show you the cool places his dad tells him about

He would be super scared to confess

He can handle his dad getting disappointed in him, but not you.

His tail would swish around you

His siblings make it SO OBVIOUS smh

Like stop exposing him or he is boutta burst

You know that FOUL side eye he has?

Yeah, he gives that to anyone that has any romantic interest in you

Scaring them away

Still doesn't confess tho... pussy

He would muster up the courage to confess if he gets signals you like him back

Would be SO SURPRISED when you kiss him

He's an idiot

Lo'ak;

Hoe tries to impress you so hard 😭

Like you are NOT iron man you needa chill

"Look [name]!! I got a gun!!" Get back into the air before either I or someone else shoots you.

He always find the coolest stuff to give to you

Like in awa'atlu you go out swimming and he somehow finds the most ethereal, best looking shell you could imagine

Like... how?

He wouldn't really think you'd like him, in his mind he is the least important out of his family.

His dad is Toruk Makto, his mother is palulukan Makto, his brother is future Olo'eyktan, his sister is literally eywas daughter, and we'll tuk is a child.

He so wrong tho!!

Since he has his dad's features, he would subtly try and get you to call his dad attractive.

Ur getting dragged into his mischief.

You've ended up hanging upside down on a vine from a large tree multiple times.

Neteyam saves u tho 🙏🙏

You would have to confess bro

Or like you would both "confess" by just kissing?? Idk man

Kiri would be holder of gossip from BOTH of you

She's sick of it fr

So happy when you finally get together so she doesn't have to deal w ur pining

Kiri;

She's so introverted aw it is imagine her having a crush on you??

She would barely be able to talk to you.

If you guys were already close before she started liking you, than she's even more warm n clingy but drill a little flustered

How could you like someone like her? She's the weirdest out of her family

That's what goes through her mind

She's such a starer.

MAKE HER A FLOWER CROWN DHSHDVEHSU

She would enjoy doing your hair since hers is quite short

Would make sure she is the one tending to you when you're hurt

You love it too

If you're an extrovert, she admires your outgoingness and how easy it is for anyone to talk to you.

If yours introverted, she enjoys having you to herself most times because you usually aren't hanging out with others

Whoever is taller is always teasing the short one

Would confess through writing

Maybe a letter, or even writing something subtly on something she makes/gives to you

Ao'nung;

Bullies you.

All I really have to say

Hard-core makes fun of you

Doesn't attack you in ways he knows will actually hurt tho

Bro is always staring at you

If you catch him and ask why he will literally be so defensive

"I wasn't staring at your fish face!" We literally look almost the same but alr...

Would get so flustered if you were to help out with his family

It's so cute

Begs his sister to make him sound cool to you

UR NOT GONNA SOUND COOL IF UR STILL HARDCORE BULLYING ME BRO

Would whisper something that suggests he likes you in your ear

Probably something about kissing

If you reciprocate the actions than he'll confess after

He's a big meanie

#fanfic #avatar fanfiction #fanfiction #avatar twow #neteyam #neteyam sully #neyeyam x reader #neteyam sully x reader #loak sully #loak fanfiction #loak x reader #loak sully x reader #neteyam fanfiction #kiri sully #kiri fanfiction #kiri sully x reader #aonung #aonung x reader #aonung fanfiction

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mikeysbabygirl · 2 years

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𝑩𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚, 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚 <3

Warning : Minors DNI, 18+. Smut, friends with benefits who fall in love, Rindou being 100% a dom ( but he got a lil soft spot for you <3 ), his friends are pissed off 😬, unprotected sex.

Happy birthday to the man who makes my p- heart beat faster <3

AND OMG HAVE YOU SEEN HIS BIRTHDAY ART ??

Sun was long gone now, roads emptied for the beasts to walk out of their dens, but it was a rather peaceful night in that old dusty frame. The moon was at its highest peak, above the wolves walking in the parking lot of their hideout.

-" Just leave it there, i'll drive " Ran gestured toward Rindou's Mustang, and immediately, that one froze, what didn't went unnoticed by his brother. " Or you... ?"

-" Haitani ?" That was Haruchiyo this time, who initially chose the backseat of Ran's car for their guy's night, who frowned seeing Rindou's confused expression.

-" yeah uh, I'm actually kinda tired ".

Haruchiyo was the first to answer, Ran started curling a knowing sly smirk that made his brother want to wipe it off his face.

-" Ya kidding right ? It's past midnight bro, it's your fucking birthday! Hoes are waiting at your brother's club !"

Just from Sanzu's facial expressions, he could see he was pissed off. Work has been suffocating them lately and he saw in Rindou's birthday nothing but a chance to let it all out, yet that one's confused face gradually shifted into a more convinced one, and Haruchiyo already knew it was a lost cause.

-" No way, thanks bro, but I've been carburating on caffeine and four hours of sleep. "

Opening the door to his car was his last word for them, as Sanzu kept expressing his frustration by muffled words, Ran winked at his brother in a playful manner that got him rolling his eyes.

-" Have a good time " he emphasized, Rindou only ignored his obvious remarks and Haruchiyo mumbled a " you suck " before they finally left that parking lot.

The trees on the side of the road were painting the first sketches of his evergreen new favorite frame, then the outlines of your little rose colored glasses-world appeared, chasing away his blues.

Isn't pretty now, no matter how many speeches were engraved in his mind before those three usual knocks at your door, you open it, and they just fly away butterfly-in-the-tummy-like.

-" Hey you "

And isn't it pretty? You may not share the same worlds, but those mouths stole each other's words. Some stray seconds were stolen from him while you laughed slightly, and honestly he couldn't tell how it happened, but soon he found himself inside your house. The big, strong Rindou Haitani following you through your kitchen like a lost puppy.

-" You said you wouldn't come " you teased, hands on the counter and pressing your back against it. The man who faced you made a step toward you, hands in his pockets with an impassive face.

-" You said you didn't care ".

Another step toward you.

-" You told me not to ".

And through that sugar coated throwing of blames, your little smile and cute face drew him even closer, arms behind you on the counter, caging you in between his biceps.

- " Did I ?" His deep voice dropped few octaves lower, just like his purple hues gliding up and down your so close face.

-" You did. Cause you said you wouldn't come back. "

-" I won't. "

And then, you just raise your head confronting that Yakuza like nearly no one did in his whole life.

-" Then you're at my door again, insisting that friends do this, all the time. "

Rindou's finger flies to your lips, eyes wondering either does he want to kill you or to kiss you. It's been a month or two, running away from the shadows of stolen heartbeats and thoughts full of you, and now almost out of breath, his eyes look back at yours, and you steal the words away from him again.

-" Don't they ?"

You thought you didn't heard it well so much his question was whispered, and as you went for asking him to repeat, Rindou parted your legs with his knee, making room for himself between them.

-" I might be fucked up, then ?"

Your smile widens slightly, as you tease him with a " took you this long to realize ".

-" Why'd you always forget who the hell you're talking to ?" His hands previously caging you gripped your thighs, you thus found yourself sitting on the counter, trapped by his body between your legs.

-" So you always have to remind me " you shrug, and he thinks that thin line he was walking on might break anytime, under the weight of your hands now behind his neck.

-" Then remember. " And that smirk on the corner of his lips would eclipse as fast as it shone, back to that old face, cold-stone.

Rindou would brush his lips against yours, purple in his eyes burning indigo, drawing circles on your bare thighs and whisper.

-" You wanted it."

Back to watching it unfold again, like a familiar movie, or a dance learned by heart, the moves will repeat. Except, it never disappears, the magic you insufflate into his mouth, right into his beating heart, and he hates it because he feels like a teenager, but here you are again, laying on your mattress with your discarded pajamas long gone, and every fiber of his weary soul is singing now.

In all his greatness, Rindou towers above you. That Louis Vuitton shirt slowly undresses his tattooed torso, pants end no different either, and soon you're laying under that tall tattooed man whose eyes express only one thing.

You should run, you should really run.

-" somethin's wrong, love ? "

Ah yes, master in keeping his victims well tied to him, he leans over you, asserting that dominance by pinning your two struggling hands above your head.

-" Got my baby scared ?"

And you know he couldn't care less about that, lips already exploring every inch of your neck, his slightly messy hair tickling you.

-" Friends don't do this, Rin' " you're almost out of breath as you whisper, and he knocks the air even more out of your lungs when he rolls his hard on above your naked thigh.

-" won't you shut up ? Jus' lemme love you".

It only takes his steely glare, and you're cotton between his bruised hands. It's always about how your skins melt together, how chests have to keep the hearts beating against each other, how your hands never leave your fleshes even once.

And he actually figures it out when he opens the condom, and those eyes raise to look at yours, hesitation as obvious as bare in them.

-" I... Wanna feel ya 'round me. I need you. "

-" then don't. " You take the condom out of his hands and throw it away, somehow you seem not to realize you're doing so with all his fears and insecurities.

But now he's inside, inch by inch, and you think you've never seen something prettier than Rindou Haitani, throwing his head back, eyes half-lidded from bliss.

-" You're too much " you gasp at his length stretching you, and you could practically feel his grin on the kisses he lays on your neck.

-" You say that every fucking time. " And he kisses you even more when you chuckle, in fact he knows nothing of what he's doing, you seem to enslave his senses and he seems to take it perfectly. And that's why, when you ask-

-" Rin', oh fu-... Slow down ! "

He wishes he could, but you just-

-" Babe, fuckin' can't. Look how tight your pussy's taking my cock "

Not like you ever wished he would, his hips mold into you ever so perfectly, hitting a spot that soon sends you to overdrive.

-" looks... Just so fucking good when you cum 'round me, shit- quit clenching baby. "

It really is a bliss, he thinks. Watching you slowly coming down, and him, gradually flying until his hips are stuttering, until his head's nuzzled in your chest, and he's panting with your hand in his messy hair.

-" That's it, that's my man "

This must have made a mess of him, considering how he immediately wraps his arms around your hips. In fact he thinks it doesn't hurt that much when roles are switched and he's the one being taken care of.

And oh that moment again, the afterglow and the daybreak. Rindou knows when it's time to go.

The morning peeks, the light seeps and you would be asleep.

Yet... now the gap between fucking, and making love collapses in the space between your arms where he never feels too much, or not enough.

Now he's the last to fall asleep and the last to wake up, and he lasts to leave because he's got no more goodbyes up his sleeve.

And man, he thinks he doesn't know when it's time to go anymore...

In that idyllic, idiotic love story that neither of you dares to call a relationship, Rindou's the man in charge, but he's also the one running scared like a little boy, whenever you're too close to break those walls down.

He swears he tried, his bed full of someone else, dreams full of you, your scent.

Yet today, the holy morning comes and he won't go anymore, the little boy grew, tired of running away.

But the man wakes up to an empty cold bed.

If he wasn't that pissed, he would actually find it ironic...

-" where the fuck-"

-" I see the sleeping beauty never actually needed a kiss. "

It's an arcadian, picturesque sight indeed. A little cliché, it might be, but not the less breath-stealing.

You approach him, his Vuitton's shirt hanging lose on your bare shoulder with a platter of what seems like a tasty birthday breakfast, and you seem to find it funny, the idiotic fool you made of him.

-" you seem to forget that friends don't stay for the morning " you mimicked, putting the tray on the nightstand. And you barely hear his grunt before you're being pulled back on his toned bare thighs. Rindou presses you against his morning erection, and smirks hearing your small gasp.

-" you're not getting bold on me, aren't you ? Cause I'd love to tame you into the perfect lil slut for me"

He thinks he really might do, when you roll your eyes as if he sounds futile. But you just nuzzle into his arms ever so naturally, like those strong bullies are none but your comfy home and Rindou thinks he might be tamed.

-" just do. So I'd be enough, and you won't need no other slut " you playfully smile, straddling his hips.

You seem not to realize, where he could be, the thrill of giant parties and giant hangovers. But now he thrives for this stillness, the lazy morning, your soft thighs on each side of his hips, and a birthday breakfast because you remembered.

-" ain't ya cute ?" He rolls his eyes slightly. " Acting like you don't know no other bitch got me on my fucking knees. "

Another scoff of him follows. -" As if you don't know I've been dying to get ya outta my skin, but I'm so down bad for this damn smile. "

See ? That smile you're making, exactly what he was talking about. And though he's not the type to open up, finally , he lets go of the wheel, because he's done driving now.

Safe, peaceful, he found home now.

And against his lips, hands behind his neck, another heartbeat of him strays aw you whisper.

-" Happy birthday, baby. "

Help, I didn't realized how rushed and stupid this sounds until I did the proof head, but now I can't take it all back.

ANYWAYS, how you doing ? Hope you're all fine, drinking enough water and staying healthy <3

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starrclown · 3 months

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Ya know what would be so funny? The three people Macaque is drawn with alot either don't know who he is or just don't fucking like him.

(Oh by the way there is absolutely nothing wrong with drawing Macaque with any of these people as a duo or ship, besides the minor. Like it's cute but I just find it funny that MACAQUE is the one that gets drawn with these three.)

I've seen Macaque drawn with these three alot:

Princess Iron Fan: The joke is that since Wukong and Bull King are sworn brothers what if Princess Iron Fan and Macaque were sworn siblings. It's just silly.

Chang'e: They both are the moon. Macaque calls himself the moon and Chang'e is litteraly the moon goodess who is stuck on the moon. Ha ha, get it?

Bai He (Lady Bone Demon's possesed body): Macaque caught the girl when she fell so they're so obviously father and daughter. Nah I'm kidding, it's fine. But yeah, Macaque caught the girl when she fell so people made them father and daughter.

I just find it silly because

1. Has Princess Iron Fan met Macaque? Like ever? Even then, would she even like him. Something tells me she wouldn't really like the guy that stalks and obsesses over her brother in law, no matter how much she may not like him anymore.

2. Chang'e and Macaque, those hoes have never met. Ever. Ha ha moon. (Bro Chang'e is on the moon after the loss of her husband. Macaque compares himself to the moon because SUN Wukong and because sun and moon dynamic.That is not the same thing.)

3. Bro what the hell happened to that girl??? Like Macaque didn't adopt her. The last we see of her is eating noodles in Pigsy's shop. I find it funny that people looked at those 2 and thought "Yes, father and daughter."

Again honestly, there is nothing wrong with doing this. Seriously I'm not making fun of you. I just find it funny that MACAQUE is the one you wanna give interesting dynamics to.

(My FAVORITE part is all these people that I listed, their dynamics work better with Wukong. Princess Iron Fan and Wukong are siblings in law, Wukong has met Chang'e and she's a big fan, and wouldn't the litte girl make more sense with Wukong because they could both share the trauma of being possesed. Actually as we speak I'm writing a fic where Wukong apologizes to Bai He and tries to explain that no, he didn't want to kill her but the bone demon needed to be defeated and Bai He is just listening. I'll post whenever the hell I get that done.)

- ⭐️StarClown⭐️

#lego monkie kid #lmk princess iron fan #lmk macaque #lmk chang'e #lmk bai he #lmk wukong #lmk macaque slander #Well not slander but Macaque doesn't deserve these dynamics #Honestly Wukong and Bai He are more father daughter than Macaque could ever dream #lego monkie king #lmk sun wukong #lmk demon bull king #lmk dbk #lmk pif

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st6rly · 9 months

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rare is this love (keep it covered).

synopsis: when my time comes around . . . you know where to find me (aka, treating xiao's wounds) | wc — 0.6k

[ !! ] — masterlist.

characters: xiao x gn!reader

categories: implied modern au, implied spy au, angst, hurt comfort

warnings: blood mentions, pretty graphic descriptions of injuries/cleaning said injuries, verbal fighting + past physical fighting (not between reader and xiao)

notes: im a hoe for hozier songs bro. this is my submission for @june-again's song event! and also ig the revival of my writing blog lmao. out of context this is going to sound wildly wrong but ig i have a thing for hurting xiao bc he's always hurting in my fics :skull:

Crimson dripped from split skin and slowly started to seep into the wood flooring of the inn. Harsh breaths escaped bloodied lips as Xiao did his best to pull himself into the shared room with a hand pressed to his side, a dying hope in his chest based around getting put together enough to keep you from noticing his state. He stumbled into the tight-fit bathroom as red is smeared on the walls and clumsy hands work to find the medkit you had stashed away when you first arrived here.

Knees clattering on the worn tiles, he pulled himself to lean against the bathtub and ripped open his blazer to reveal the knife wound that grazed through the white dress shirt you had just bought him. He grumbled something that even he didn’t understand and used a lead filled hand to unlatch the bottom buttons of his shirt. Xiao hissed as he peeled the shirt away from the wound; blood had started sticking it to the skin.

“Well, what do we have here?” you coughed, a grim smile placed on your lips as his murky eyes filled with shock and something desperate. “You should’ve told me. I finished my part an hour ago.”

You crouched down and pressed your hands to his side firmly to staunch the bleeding more. Xiao felt his head swim and had his vision blank on him before coming back into fuzzy focus. Worry coated your face and you chewed on your lip. He wanted to reach up and smooth out the scrunch in your nose, but instead, let himself relax in your hold.

“The whole point was to not worry you.”

You laughed bitterly, and replied, “And you think this doesn’t worry me? You’re lucky it’s just a graze and the weapon didn’t hit anything vital.”

Silence is all that followed as you moved his hands back to his side with a stern eye to keep pressure. You grabbed a towel from under the sink and wet it, returning back to his side to wipe away the surrounding area of the wound. The cold brought his mind back before it could drift father out. A grumble about needing stitches left your lips and he huffed, restlessness pooled under his skin at the unexpected, but not unwelcome, attention. Xiao knew you had a sharp eye, but the way you placed a hand to turn his head had him wondering if you could also read his mind.

“I care about you, Xiao. I don’t care how much I need to say it,” you stated, that familiar firmness laced in your voice, “but I need you to know that you are worth taking care of.” Your eyes softly fell to his torso before they locked with his eyes.

“I can’t lose you.”

“You won’t.”

“Xiao, you of all people should know that we can’t make that promise.”

“But I am. You can raise me from the dead and kill me again yourself if it gets broken,” Xiao said with the same fierceness that gets carried with him on the field. The same type that makes his targets fear him. “No grave can hold my body down.”

He took your free hand in his own, eyes filled with such sincerity and passion, emotions that his face would not portray.

“I’ll crawl home to you. Always.”

“I’d prefer it if you’d just walk through like a normal person,” you muttered with a saddened but grateful smile, “but we’re not exactly normal people so that will have to do.”

“I promise you, I'll come back.”

“And the same for me. Always.”

#! notepad.txt #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #xiao x reader #xiao angst #xiao comfort #genshin angst #genshin comfort #genshin x gender neutral reader #juningin #genshin impact x gender neutral reader #genshin impact scenarios

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ofblackskies · 5 months

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So this blog has hit 1'000 followers recently, and that gives me all sorts of warm fuzzies about all the people I've met along the way. The ones I talk to every day, the ones I've fallen out of touch with or who are no longer a part of the community, and the ones I keep on my dash even though we never speak. This blog is one of my safe spaces and that's primarily because of all the amazing people I keep around. So I figured this was the perfect time to give all y'all a little extra love.

My ride or dies here, my hoes before bros, the loves of my life, these are the people who make every day on here worth it. These are the people I hope I never ever lose contact with - and if I do it's their fault and they deserve to be punished for it tbh.

@devilsanddarlings - Chrissy and I have been friends for 12 years both on and off of tumblr, but more importantly before tumblr and after tumblr. I have no doubt in my mind that we'll be friends until the end of time. I would trust you with my passwords, but I would also trust you with my life, and I do trust you with all my secrets. You've been with me through the epic highs and lows of high school football everything, and if we ever lose touch it'll be because I'm dead. And even then? I'mma haunt your ass. So be ready.

@acourtcfmuses - Alana! You and I are going on 8 years knowing each other, and you're so awesome. You're one of my oldest friends from this hellsite, and the only one who's really active anymore. And when I say active, I mean active. Nobody has more characters than you. I've finally broken 100 and I'm still nowhere near being able to be in the same race! Not only that, but you do so well with all your canons, and your ocs are all so well put together. Thank you for always being around when I need you - even if we are on completely different time lines, you always reply when you can and that means a lot.

@hellgiven - Charli, you're one of the few people that I would follow to any blog they made. I don't care what the fandom is, I don't care who the character is, so long as it's you writing them, I know it will be good and I know that we'll find a fun pairing to write! I tell you things I don't tell hardly anyone, and you let me bitch when I need to but you don't ever take it to heart, and I love that. I love you <3

@snnydcys - Lumi, I know I give most of my attention when it comes to our friendship to Channy, and I know I'm terrible at getting to replies in a timely manner - but Channy deserves the attention, and you never bully me about how slow I can be. You've adapted Sonny into this multi-fandom baddie, and you did it in such an organic way that I could never have imagined could be done with a Disney character. I'm always so impressed by the way you've made her fit everywhere. And I promise I will get to doing other things with your other characters. I promise.

@carp3diems - Bluejayyyyy! First of all, obligatory mention of the soulmates: Cal and Del are everything and I swear any time I go to write a reply for him that isn't for her, he's in my head whinging and asking where she is. The fact that I have an oc who's so obsessed with yours is honestly such a vibe because I too, am obsessed with you. You're a great friend, and you only pressure me to write when I explicitly ask you to - which is exactly what I need sometimes. I'm a sucker for all of our little ships and plots and dynamics, even the ones that we're just getting started, and I adore youuuu.

@unitcd - Fabian, we share a love of Jeremiah and a hatred on Conrad, and them there could be fighting words to a lot of people, but we get along so well! Even without that basis, I think we would have become friends eventually, and I'm really glad we did! Even if I'm terrible and don't reply fast enough.

These are the blogs I follow that either I don't write with much, or just haven't had the chance to get out of that 'new follower' stalking vibe with yet! This is also where I'm sticking those people I just don't talk with much ooc (at least not on a daily basis) but I still love so much! I adore you all, and thank you for making my experience on the dash so awesome, it wouldn't be this good without being able to read your threads

@unbearablyindifferent / @tobeblamed / @seesgood / @klaeus / @salvatoraes / @stanfordprepped / @tvintedspvrk / @fcntasyadvcnturc / @localsalt / @takeflight / @lcvelj / @lcveblossomed / @fuckedprophet / @inspotlight / @gunchamber / @benbraeden / @sunsymbols / @malka-lisitsa / @rhaegore / @stcllla / @shesdaylight / @cruelprincae / @sarcasticsnackpack / @saltzitivo (!!! I would say a lot more about you but you know. We don't do a lot here on tumblr anymore, but Hallie is one of my absolute favorite people on the planet alwaysss, my aussie sister <3)

@thcdarlingboy - Blair isn't active right now, but she will forever be one of my favorite people I've ever met on this hellsite. Every day I hope she comes back to throw her characters at me, and because I think of her on such a frequent basis, she deserved an honorable mention on this list despite the fact that her blog hasn't been active since 2020. Blairbear, if you do pop on at any point in time and see this, I want you to know that I love you and I miss you <3

Now, if you've gotten through all of that and made it all the way down here, you deserve something special. So anyone who reblogs either this post or my promo by this time next week will get entered to win some sort of graphics prize. We can chat about what you want if you win, but the realm of options is anything from base icons, to a promo or blog graphics. I'll be picking two randomly generated people, and one person by hand. The only rules are that you have to be following me (this is a follow forever giveaway, after all), and you have to reblog either this post or my promo. Reblogging this post will gain you two entries, because I really want to give the loves of my life some love and get their names out there a little more! But I know it's long as hell, so no pressure! And good luck! May the odds be ever in your favor.

#[ 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 / promos ]

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memethebum · 1 year

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*taps microphone* happy @soulxmakaweek bitches, bros, and non-binary hoes!!

Got a hospital fluff-ish fic for Day 1: Devotion hehe

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Soul was no stranger to self-worth issues, but this particular situation appeared to shoot towards the top of his Why I Hate Myself list.

Kim’s solemn expression while giving him and Maka basic treatment only appeared to solidify that fact before the heavy layers of bandages across his body and the stiff mattress of the hospital bed caused his thoughts to linger through the quiet evening.

Know your place Giriko’s words cut through Soul’s head while he tried not to stare at Maka, although he could tell she was already aware of his dilemma after probing their link for a few minutes.

“Don’t,” the Deathscythe murmured as Maka began to roll out of bed, causing his partner to give him a flat stare.

As if you’d listen to me if I said that he could practically hear her think through their murky connection as she gripped onto the wall and jumped forward each step.

Their hospital beds weren’t too far apart, allowing Maka to quickly plop onto the empty space of his mattress with a huff.

“Hey,” she mumbled through a weak smile before Soul slowly tucked a few of her bangs away from her face.

“Hi,” he chuckled while his partner laced their fingers together. She then carefully rested her head against his chest, causing Soul’s body to relax as they both let out a sigh in content.

“I already miss my bed,” Maka sighed onto his neck before he let out a low snort.

“Yea, but we’ll have to make due for at least a week after the ass whoopin’ we got,” Soul joked, earning him a quizzical stare from Maka.

“What?” the Deathscythe questioned, although he immediately regretted the decision after feeling his partner gently rake her palm across the bandaged wound Giriko had given him.

“He was dumb Soul,” she whispered before tapping a finger against the tip of the gauze.

“Dumb but not wrong,” he huffed back once realizing that he couldn’t rope his way out of the situation.

“What kinda’ Deathscythe am I if I couldn’t even hold my own ground? Not to mention how the black blood has me running in circles sometimes, the way I always have to wait n’ see what you wanna do in a fight, and still can’t deal with not being as great as We-,” Soul lamented before biting his tongue once realizing how he was about to bring up his life before moving to Death City.

However, if Maka caught on to his mistake, she didn’t seem to be all that interested in squeezing any new information out of him.

Instead, she shifted her hand once more and laid it flat on the center of Soul’s chest, causing his cheeks to redden from the gesture before remembering how she’d done the same thing when he’d first gotten the discolored scar etched across his body.

“You haven’t been scrambling around by yourself y’know,” Maka murmured, forcing the Deathscythe to focus on the way her eyes seemed to have been glossed over while she mapped out both his new scar and the old one.

He then took a moment to survey the blotched bruises against Maka’s neck and the multitude of cuts against her arms and legs before pausing for a second and then letting out a chuckle.

Guess that bastard was on to somethin’ Soul thought as it dawned on him how much his place had become her place ever since he’d laid his soul out to her when they’d first introduced themselves.

He’d thought running away from his past was possible, but being able to take in Maka’s disheveled yet resolute appearance time and time again had slowly shown the Deathscythe how he’d interlocked their pain and experiences together.

The impromptu wake up call had also elicited a small flicker of hope for finally being able to share his past with Maka without feeling like a failure or coward, although he supposed that could wait until they weren’t getting hospitalized every other Tuesday.

Guess I gotta build up a lil’ more courage until then Soul thought before snaking one of his arms around Maka and letting his face fall onto the soft expanse of her scalp.

“That sounds familiar,” the Deathscythe heard his partner exclaim before realizing he’d been humming out loud.

“Erm, yea…thought it might calm our nerves,” he murmured, eliciting Maka to release a sigh in understanding.

He’d ask Sid about some basic self-defense lessons later on, but for now he was more than content with allowing himself to absorb the warmth, hurt, and comfort he and Maka were collectively radiating.

#my shit has been flopping lately #but I stay silly :/ :3 #soul eater #soul x maka #maka x soul #giriko soul eater #kim diehl #sid barrett #meme attempts to write

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sideshow-cellophane-blog · 1 year

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Lupin's Punishment

Because he gave their treasure to Fujiko...again. Warnings for language.

"Are you telling us that you gave the treasure to Fujiko…again?!"

"Well," Lupin turned away from his partners and rubbed the back of his head. "She did ask nicely!"

"She asked nicely?" Goemon mocked. "That was three million dollars, Lupin! Did you get away with something more expensive? A treasure map? Please tell me that you didn't come back to us empty handed."

Lupin giggled nervously with a shrug. His partners deflated as they accepted that, yet again, Fujiko had duped their boss and friend into giving away not only Lupin's share, but theirs too. The anger set in as they gave each other a knowing glance.

Jigen asked, "So how are you gonna make up for it this time?"

"Aw come on guys!" Lupin took a step back, and they stepped forward. His nervous grin grew. "You know I pull through in the end! I already have plans for another heist now that Fujiko is running out of the country-"

"On the flight we were supposed to be on I'm sure," Jigen grumbled.

"-and it's gonna be a huge payout! All we gotta do is plan it out, get some supplies, pay off an informant, and we'll be leaving with pockets full of gold!" He threw out his hands, hoping the sell worked.

"...So we start over from the beginning…" Jigen started.

"But this time completely broke with the police aware that we are in the area," Goemon finished.

Lupin had not sold the idea.

He found himself protesting as they manhandled him to the ground and laid on either arm on both sides. "Guys guys GUYS wait, wait! We can talk this over like adults! Wait NO NO NOT THAT!" His entire body seized.

Jigen was digging into an exposed armpit while Goemon was on the other side doing the same. They had had enough and retaliation was in order.

"No NOHO no guhuhuhuys! Stahahap! NAHAT tihihickles! Nohoho tihihihickling! Iihi'm saHAHARRY! GUYS! NahahAHAHAT FAIR!" Lupin couldn't stop giggling for the life of him. He knew that he was screwed and couldn't hold still, squirming from side to side and accidentally encouraging his partners to explore whatever side was facing them.

"Was it fair to give all of our money to a woman who uses you because you let her?" It was hard to tell if Jigen was teasing or not. Unlike the very ticklish thief, his ticklers were rightfully annoyed and out for blood.

Or, well, laughs.

"ShihihiHEEEEET!" Giggling turned into squeals as their new target became Lupin's tummy. "NOT THERE NAHAHAT THAHAHAHAT! I'M SAHAHARRY!"

"You will be," Goemon promised. He was skillfully gliding his fingers over the shirt material under Lupin's jacket, going in circles around his navel. He kept following it as Lupin squirmed and yelled apologies, and when the shirt rode up he had no qualms about sticking the hand under and getting bare skin.

"NAHAHAHA! GOEHEHEHEEE! GAHAHAHAYS! AHA! HAhahahaHEE! GET OUT OF THERE! NahaHAT THEHEHERE! GOHAHAHA! STAHAHAAAA!" He was already going into hysteria. His legs started to kick about wildly, and each one was held down by Jigen and Goemon's own legs. Lupin was fully pinned and helpless.

Jigen was still poking around the pit, having given up on trying to get Lupin's neck. The thief had already licked his hand and was actively trying to bite his beard. So, Jigen let Goemon get his tummy and opted to stay around the armpit and rib area to keep Lupin cackling. "For each million we lost tonight Lupin, you're laughing for ten minutes."

"NOHOHOHOHO!"

"YES! I want to hear you apologizing. You have given that woman millions of our rightfully stolen money!"

"You mehehean MY mohohonehehehy! MY heheheists!"

"With OUR help," Goemon stuck his finger into the belly button and decided that he enjoyed hearing Lupin screech and squeal. He would stay here until he saw tears.

"Bros before hoes, man," Jigen said in disappointment.

"AHAHASSHOHOHOLES!"

"Now that's rich, insulting your partners after coming back empty handed."

"FUCK, FAHACK! AHAHAHA! SAHAHAHARREHEHEHAHA! SAHAHA! SAHAHARRY AHA! GAHAHAHA!"

Jigen tipped his hat back and leaned his face into the crook of Lupin's neck to blow a giant raspberry.

"WAAAAAAAH I'M SAHAHAHARRY! STAHAHAHAP! IHIHI'M SAHAHAHARRYYYY!" Lupin's face had turned red long before now, but tears were leaking from the corners of his eyes. He craned his neck until Goemon had the terrible idea of also sticking his face into Lupin's neck to blow raspberries with Jigen. They had to use one arm each to keep Lupin's pinned down, using their free hands to pinch and scribble all over the very ticklish torso. They took turns digging into the belly button, they coordinated hip attacks, they wriggled fingers up Lupin's shirt to attack his bare ribs and pits. They took turns blowing raspberries into his neck, blowing into his ears, nibbling at any spot they could reach. Jigen used beard nuzzles to make his partner squeal.

Lupin, unable to move an inch at this point, pointed his face to the ceiling and unleashed a hysteric screech as they latched onto his bare tummy for the remaining ten minutes he had. He did it again, and hiccupped through sobbing guffaws. They were going to tickle him to death. This was it. The great Lupin the Third, killed by his own partners. Every enemy would rejoice, Fujiko would be sad she couldn't tag along with Jigen and Goemon, Zenigata might be out for their blood before he dies a similar ticklish fate.

Lupin laughed and laughed, harder than he did in any tickle machine, because only his partners knew his worst tickle spots. The half hour felt like an eternity. Jigen periodically glanced at his watch to keep time and called Goemon off when it was up.

Lupin couldn't stop giggling even as his arms were freed, and he snuggled into Goemon's chest because Jigen was already trying to stand up to polish his guns.

They had to plan another heist, after all. This time with Zenigata on their heels.

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clairewriteshaikyuuxreader · 1 year

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HQ!! when he is in love with his friend's sweetheart

A distant admirer who loves quietly, gently. He wants nothing but your happiness. So he is careful not to let his true feelings show because he would never forgive himself if he ruined his friendship with you. He will always be there for you, he will lend you his shoulder and his ear and his time, but never to try and take advantage of your vulnerability. He offers the best advice and encourages you to openly communicate with your partner. He loves honestly and purely. And he will continue to do so even when it kills him seeing you in his best friend’s arms.

AKAASHI, KITA, ushijima, sugawara, asahi

A firm believer of “bros before hoes,” because to him, nothing was more important than friendship. He swore nothing major could ever get in between him and his homies (rivalries and spats are still an important part of their lives after all), but then you came along and turned his whole world around. He didn’t think he could love anyone the way you made him love you. But here he was, beaming and prancing like a puppy at the mere mention of you, he couldn’t stop himself from smiling even if he tried. He finds himself doing things he swore he’d never do for anyone, like forcing himself to stay awake to listen to you talk about this weird dream you had about him, buying you random trinkets or food just because, and pretending to like the same show you like even though he doesn’t get its jokes. He loves you more than he thought possible so why…why couldn’t he have met you first?

OIKAWA, ATSUMU, tendou, KUROO, hanamaki, BOKUTO

He loves you so much it hurts, but he values his relationship with his bro. He wants to be supportive–well, he is supportive, so amazingly sweet when he gives you ideas on what to prepare for his best friend’s birthday, when he shares his best friend’s favorite recipes, when he goes and smacks sense into his best friend whenever the man makes you cry. He is supportive, but not. He doesn’t try to sabotage your relationship and he doesn’t want to, but everyday he struggles with guilt. Everyday he can’t help but wait for the idiot to do something, to screw up because as much as he loves the guy, he’s an idiot. And every time he sees you trying to hide how much you’re hurting because of that idiot, he can’t help but think: you deserve more. And the tiniest voice in him would add: I can give you more.

IWAIZUMI, kageyama, hinata, OSAMU, matsukawa, sakusa, suna, KENMA, daichi, nishinoya, yamaguchi

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alongwaytostar · 1 year

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*Clears throat*

“ Bitches, bros, and non-binary hoes, we are gathered here today in haphhazard communion, to witness the condemnation of one Tay Mcangst shitty-slutty-ash-toobles-Pornmagazine. Tay, which is far too anglisized a name for a semitic revolutionary who exists as Russia’s worst nightmare given human form, proves we cannot all escape the allure of Taylor swift, deadly siren that she is.

This court comes to order, to flay open the plethora of crimes commited against readers and mutuals everywhere, by this menacing figure of “Shittygaypornmagazine” on the problematic and venerable tumblr dot com. (In painful tandem with the affects of certain works of fiction through Archive of our own dot org) To expose the psychic damage inflicted upon those at the mercy of Mr. Pornmagazine’s wordsmithing.

Throughout history, humanity has suffered at the hands of its brethren, and it is my humble opinion that the monopoly held by this “Tay” mimics those observed even in ancient times. “There was no rest left for the commons, and, as the last straw, they where now to be taxed. Poor creatures!-crawling home exhausted, mutilated, decrepit with age, they would find everything gone in their long absence to wrack and ruin.” (Livy, The early history of Rome, 5.10) Though this excerpt was taken from a history detailing the events of Roman history in the year 401 B.C.E, it also applies perfectly to the experience of following tumblr user Shittygaypornmagazine. Indeed the allegory of the ogligarchy relates quite well to the fanfiction experience at large. In this case, Tay has been charged as responsible for the emotional deprication of their readers, through use of merciless angst, nought but unfulfilled promises of fluff, and a considerably playful attitude towards the affair as a whole. For this reason, the formal prognosis for Tay’s crimes, has been to charge him with “Corruption of the youth.”

Now, it is duely acknowledged by the court, that another important figure of western antiquity, was charged with this same crime and kept his honor. Socrates, saying at the very end of his trial, “Now it is time that we were going, I to die and you to live, but which of us has the happier prospect is unknown to anyone but God.” (Plato: collected dialogues, Socrates’ defense (apology) 26)

Tay, though undoubtedly equally well spoken, will not share in Socrates’ mode of death. Hemlock is an unforgiving mistress and the courts have designed a much better instrument. Faithful companion to the accused, Yris Latteyi, has lovingly crafted a bright pink guillotine for the purpose of bringing their angst tormentor to justice. We thank you for your dedication, Yris.

With all the evidence presented, and only a few self important tangents committed by the writer of this piece, this court is hereby adjourned with the following conclusion; Tay Mcangst shitty-slutty-ash-toobles-Pornmagazine, is condemned forthwith to death by pink guillotine.

As a final homage to sir Pornmagazines influential nature on the fandom, though everything they didnt want is everything he was, we promise that we will sing about you.

@shittygaypornmagazine @yris-latteyi

*slams hammer on table* “Court adjourned, go home you hedonistic fucks.”

#full lair #I uhhh you can try to get all the references in here #sorry I’m advance for how hard I slayed with this

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onthecourtbugs · 2 years

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S-O-F-T (Part 2)

Pairing: Jason x Reader

A/N: Continuation to this here. Jason thought just cuz it’s been a while that I forgot about him. 😏 nahhh I’m back in my stomping grounds now!

Summary: Jason just don’t know what he talking bout.

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Jason Silver ain’t got no room to talk about Nash no more, okay?

Yelling to the rooftops that ain’t no pair o legs gonna snag him. 💀

Boy hush.

Granted, for a while it seemed like he actually meant that. 🥶

He was with a different girl all the time.

Just checking them out like books and the returning them with dog-eared pages and broken hearts.

He didn’t care.

They’ll be aight, they could find them a man easy.

Just wasn’t gone be him!

Nash wanted to do some next level Shakespearean stuff for his girl, but he doing that by himself.

Booty was definitely on the table.

Relationships? Decidedly off the table.

Just your everyday bachelor, am I right? Ain’t no pair o legs gone get ole Jay Jay. 😤😤😤😤😤

Except…

……Huh.

Something ain’t been exactly, precisely adding up with him…

2 + 2 ain’t been exactly equaling 4.

3 + 3 ain’t been precisely equaling 17.

In short, Jason ain’t been hoe-ing.

Oh, he’s still been going out to the metaphorical library of ladies and browsing with the fellas. But he ain’t checked out not one book since…. Hell, even Nash don’t remember.

And that’s because of you.

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Nash nosy self leaning over to peek at Jason phone after practice cuz when has he ever been on the phone after practice? “Who is that you’re texting?”

-scoots away- “Watch out bro.”

Now he knew something was up cuz Jason tryna hide it. 👀

“It’s a girl isn’t it?!”

“Nobody bruh, get off my phone.”

Knowing good and well you ain’t just nobody.

Nobody doesn’t get a key to his house and permission to hang around when he ain’t there.

Nobody can’t just walk in on practice cuz she left something in his car.

Nobody does not have permission to borrow said car anytime hers was in the shop.

The Jabberwocks don’t bother to remember nobody’s first and last name.

Nobody don’t got Jason running around Walmart because she’s sick with the sniffles and ran out of vegetable soup, but she doesn’t want more veggie soup, she wants CHICKEN NOODLES.

Nobody isn’t introduced to his mom and told to call her “Mom Dee.”

Heheee, when I tell you Nash stopped in the middle of the sidewalk when you casually brought her up?

Had the man staring straight down at you like you were some newly discovered species.

“Wait wait wait, you’re telling me you met her?”

“Yeah, she invited me over for Thanksgiving!” ☺️

Nash ain’t never look at Jason the same…

Mainly because if he did look, he’d start laughing at him.

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He sat up there in Dee’s living room during Thanksgiving teasing Jason while they played Mario Kart with the littler cousins 😂

“Better get to studying, Simp 101 starts this semester~”

“Mannn shut up!”

“You do know that your mom will be pissed if you don’t marry Y/n, don’t you?”

“Anyway!” -leans back to see if his mom listening- “She ain’t gone do nothing!”

-from somewhere back in the kitchen- “You betta marry that gal! You come up in here with anybody else IMMA WHIP YOU, YOU HEAR ME JASON?!!!”

“Now how you gonna tell me how to live my life?!”

“DON’T PLAY WIT ME BOY, I CAN END YO LIFE!”

Nash had to pass his controller to the nearest child cuz he fell out. 🤣🤣🤣

What did he just say?! Didn’t he tell him?!

You had your hand over your mouth in the kitchen the whole time cuz Mom Dee didn’t have to threaten him like that 💀

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No really, she had nothing to worry about. Jason ain’t going nowhere.

Cuz he a hypocrite.

He’ll eat up all your food then complain when he has to share his.

Hugs are for booty grabbing, or at least that’s what he SAID was the case.

In reality, he’ll just stand there while while you reach up to scratch his back with juuust the right amount of pressure.

Makes him shiver. 😩

He be the first one to whine about you pooting but will mercilessly CRIPPLE YOU with his mustard gas farts and he can’t say it ain’t that bad cuz he be running from it too 💀

He poked fun at Nash’s undying devotion to his girl but honestly? Jason ain’t stepped out on you either, even though there were and still are plenty of opportunities to do so.

Jason got mad when Nash started to occasionally skip out on guys night, but I’m pulling up a few new absences on his report card as well 🧐

He called Nash a simp? That’s funny Jason, but at least Nash can sleep without his girl, you caint, so go take a seat right next to your friend. -insert chair scooting noises- 🪑🪑

Acting like it’s a nuisance to have to keep up with your events but shows up to support you.

Arguing with you but not letting you sleep separately.

Loves to say you get on his nerves but don’t want you gone for too long.

Pushing 60 mph in a 55 zone to come get you after you called and told him you got hit in the back by another car and you needed him to pick you up 💀

Oh. Wait. There ain’t no buts about that last one, you just scared the hell out of him and he was in a rush. (You weren’t hurt, but the back of your car looked like a monster took a bite out of it 💀)

He be complaining bout cuddling too but that was an easy lie to catch because every dang night he’ll lay there with you, letting his hand roam over your rib cage, dip down your side, then slide up to rest on your hip over and over... You’d be wondering where he was going to go with it, but he just falls asleep curved behind you, one hand around your waist and the other spread on your stomach.

And then you’d lay awake a little longer, pondering how Jason could talk so rough like he does, but then touch you as if he were handling porcelain.

He was so full of contradictions when it came to his emotions, it made you dizzy to look back and forth between what he says and what he actually does.

You got one thing straight tho.

He loved you.

It don’t matter what that nighuh say.

——-

Heheheeee, Jason checked his texts one morning and saw he got one from Nash the night before.

‘I bet you went and snuck off to be with Y/n. And on the one night I was trying to hang 😑.’

Did I mention it was guys night yesterday and Jason played hooky? 😁

He was about to tell Nash to stop crying bout it but he got a new message.

‘Bring your soft ass outside Romeo, we got work to do 😂’

Jason sucked his teeth and tossed his phone over his shoulder.

“Punch him in his mouth… I ain’t soft nothing!”

And then rolled right over to sling his arm around you and give you kisses between your shoulder blades.

#courtsidewith #knb #courtsidehcs #jason silver #courtsidewithjs #jason silver x reader #knb jason

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spageddy · 9 months

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my personal ranking of the obey me characters

1. simeon - babygirl forever, he can cook he can write he can’t use a phone but that’s ok i’m a bad texter too. he has that aquarius swag

2. diavolo - smart and responsible but he stays silly we love to see it, i wanna teach him about memes. i’ll be sad when the revolution comes and i have to kill his bougie ass

3. mephistopheles and thirteen - barely know anything about this barney gijinka and his bisexual hair worstie but i love their interactions they remind me of team rocket

4. mammon - he is nice and clearly cares about us but how has he been alive since like the dawn of time and he’s still broke.. come on bro get it together

5. asmodeus - we would be besties for sure he’s so funny, i wanna talk shit and share hoe stories with him

6. lucifer - i actually can’t stand this bitch he reminds me of my mom (derogatory) but it’s cathartic to piss him off

7. raphael - has he ever smiled?? stoic king.. also i just think it’s funny that he likes solomon’s cooking

8. satan - he’s just like me fr he’s so warrior cats kid coded, i’d go larping with him

9. barbatos - i feel pretty indifferent towards him, i don’t think he would like me tho 😰

10. beelzebub - the food schtick got old after a while, he has some funny lines tho

11. belphegor - i don’t forgive him for trying to kill us after we saved him but i respect the audacity

12. leviathan - not into gamer nerds sorry.. if we were hyperfixated on the same thing we could vibe tho

13. solomon - he’s sus to me idk and he can’t cook for shit. worthless. i respect him for not giving a shit tho

#obey me

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longlivefanfic-net · 2 years

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i do not ship harringrove IN THE SLIGHTEST. stommy & stonathan r just kinda funny to me,but steddie has my heart. buttt the thing is,all these guys have deffo played a huge part in steve figuring out that he’s into guys. maybe at one point,he found himself looking at jonathan a little too long. or when tommy was with carol,and he’d try to make some sort of “bros over hoes” type comment so he could spend more time with him. or when billy got a little too close under the pretense +

oh. OH. I am so glad someone is giving me the opportunity to go on my long winded rant about how Jonathan was actually Steve's gay awakening, like canonically, because trust me I HAVE SOME THOUGHTS.

In s1, when Steve picks up the nail bat that becomes his signature--who was holding it only seconds before? And who does he use it to rescue from the demogorgon? Jonathan fuckin' Byers. I think it's so important that Jonathan can't protect himself and when Steve does it for him--not protecting Nancy, but protecting his supposed rival for her affections--it becomes one of his defining characteristics for the rest of the show.

In s2, when Murray is talking to Nancy and Jonathan he says "you've got the important shit: shared trauma!" The night before, Nancy and Jonathan had admired their matching demogorgon-summoning scars. Steve doesn't have a scar but he was there too--he has that same shared trauma. We already know how it affected the way he feels about Nancy; I think it's reasonable to assume it gave him some pretty strong Emotions (TM) about Jonathan too.

In s4, when Steve and Nancy are talking and he says "you gave my head the biggest thump of its life." Yeah, you know who actually gave his head that thump while he beat Steve's ass (starting the trend of Steve Harrington Can't Win a Fight)? Jonathan. Fucking. Byers.

Steve is wildly obsessed with him, too. It's more than just "he's the weird kid," it's more than just "he's my girlfriend's guy best friend," it's this whole additional layer of masculinity and pretenses and wanting to be tough but also being gentle (I know Steve paid for that camera Nancy gave Jonathan for Christmas, I just know it) that is just...so queer coded.

Some day, far in the future, Steve Harrington is going to sit straight up in bed, drenched in a cold sweat, and rub his hands down his face while he goes "did I have a crush on Jonathan?!" And then Eddie will sit up in bed next to him and simply say "Yes, sweetheart, now go back to sleep."

I don't even ship Stonathan, honestly--I think they would be a wildly poorly matched pair, their respective weirdnesses don't compliment each other like Steddie imo--but, like, the Duffer brothers have so aggressively bisexual coded Steve with the Steve/Nancy/Jonathan love triangle. I also personally love the Jonathan is transmasc HC and I could so easily see s1 Steve explaining his feelings for Jonathan away by misgendering him, trying to rationalize that he's "still straight," whereas by the end of s4 Steve is like, yep, Jonathan was the first boy I had a crush on.

Anyway. This is almost definitely NOT what you were hoping for when u sent this ask in so. please feel free to send more/other stuff and I'll try to write for it.

#rambles #blurbs #stonathan #Steve Harrington/Jonathan byers #Steve Harrington x Jonathan byers #I don't think this is technically fic idk its more the rantings of a lunatic #I have clearly spent too much time thinking about this already #Jonathan Byers #Steve Harrington

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facelessxchurch · 1 year

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I suppose the reason Skulduggery might not have anything of his family is because he was dead for a few years. Whatever house or property they had probably got looted or burned, but hey I don’t want to make excuses for Landy.

One thing that always bothered me was when Skulduggery was resurrected, and when he came back from his time as Vile, Landy made it seem like everyone was just okay with it…? If my best friend was murdered by the enemy and his body put on display (which guaranteed Ghastly and the other Dead Men saw) and then comes back years later as a skeleton, thats just not something anybody would automatically fine with.

And then Skul disappears AGAIN with no reason or warning for another like 5 years and then just reappear one day with little to no plausible explanation

I find it hard to believe that their friends and family didn't save some stuff from their ransacked home, or if it was destroyed completely, didn't have something of theirs in their own home. Like, Skul's wife's side of the family would probably have a portrait of at least their daughter and grandchild (all SP mages are rich, so they could afford it) and some other keepsakes. For example, a drawing or a bracelet the grandchild made or whatever kids were making in 17th/18th century Ireland.

Like, my grandparents kept my first shoes and then gifted them back to me when I turned 18. I find it hard to believe that there wasn't something.

Imagine Ghastly took it upon himself to sew clothes for the still always-growing Skul-Child and when Skul returned from the dead he gifted him the last outfit he sewed for the child, a gift the child never actually received this time.

Imagine Skul had a pocket watch with his wife and child engraved into the lid or maybe it simply was a gift from his wife with a phrase that meant something to them engraved into it. Serpine took the watch off him when he captured Skul and kept it in the same case he kept the dagger he used to poison him in. He had a nagging feeling it could still be of use to him. Imagine when Skul returned from the dead, Nef carried the watch with him at all times until one day Skul had him cornered. He taunted him with what a sweet gift from the wife the watch was before throwing it as far as he could, sending Skul scrambling for it just long enough to escape.

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Only Ghastly was friends with him before he died. And honestly, Ghastly takes more shit from Skul than he should. He's like the Baron of the Dead Men. The Dead Men only formed AFTER Skul's death. I think it was Dexter who said he joined bc he wanted to fight side by side with the 'miracle soldier'. But fact-check me on that bc I don't really care about the DM.

As for the 5 Vile years: yeah, it's so stupid that that didn't make them figure out Skul is Vile. Especially since phase 2, they shared the same GF of which everybody knew she was a bad influence on him. He really said "hoes over bros" :/

#skulduggery pleasant #Ghastly Bespoke #Nefarian Serpine #skulduggery #skulduggery family #answered #anonymous #who overvalues the hoes doesn't deserve the bros

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