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honeycollectswhump · 1 year

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It was the end of a lazy evening. Caretaker stretched as the credits of the last movie rolled. Whumpee was draped across her lap and had apparently fallen asleep somewhere during the movie. She wasn’t sure if he even witnessed the climax. Even asleep Whumpee had a soft smile on his lips; he seemed truly at peace.

It hadn’t always been like that.

A year ago, serenity like this would have been unthinkable. Maybe he would have crawled into her lap if she ordered him to, but he wouldn’t have allowed himself to relax. He wouldn’t have been able to.

A year ago, he still called himself Pet or Mutt. He would beg for punishment, beg to be allowed necessities like sleep or food. But never for mercy because he’d thought he didn’t deserve it.

A year ago, Whumpee didn’t even remember they lived together for years prior.

But he did now, and that was all that mattered. God, how she had missed him and the time they spent together. Caretaker wanted to savor it all, savor every little moment she could spend with him.

With a smile playing on her lips, she brushed a stray piece of hair from his scarred face. She didn’t want to wake Whumpee up but she would have to. No matter how much she wanted it, they couldn’t spend the night like this. In the morning, his already aching back would trouble him even more. He was frankly too big for her couch, his feet already dangling over the side. With one hand she was playing with his soft curls, scratching the nape of his neck, and trying to grab the remote with the other – without success.

It had to be done. Caretaker softly whispered his name, tracing his jawline in an attempt to wake him up. He wouldn't budge.

“Whumpee”, the name came out as a soft chuckle. “Whumpee, you need to wake up.”

Again, nothing.

This time she held him by his shoulders and started shaking him gently. Two bleary brown eyes stared up at her, blinking a couple of times. A sleepy groan escaped his lips as he struggled to sit upright. Somehow Caretaker doubted that Whumpee was truly awake.

She stood up and held her hand out to him. “Let’s get you to bed, big guy.”

Loosely, he took her hands and let himself be pulled up, almost immediately resting his head on top of hers.

“Yes, Master”, he breathed into her hair.

Caretaker could feel her blood running cold. She froze, waiting for any indication of what happened, any sign that Whumpee wasn’t feeling well.

But he didn’t. He didn’t tense up or start shaking. He didn’t fall on his knees or stare at her in adoration and obedience or wait for her order. In fact, he didn’t seem to even realize what he’d said. Instead, he just nuzzled further into her locks, almost falling asleep on his feet.

Slowly, she took a step backward, his hands still in hers, waiting to see if he’d follow. Whumpee shuffled along, although at a snail’s pace. Caretaker didn’t know whether to bring up what had happened but one look in his half-lidded eyes told her that any attempt at communication would just pass by him. Chances were he wouldn’t even remember how he got to bed in the morning.

She took him upstairs where –at the sight of his own bed– he staggered forward and flopped down on his messy sheets. Caretaker followed him inside to tuck him in. While she was securing the blanket under his shoulders, Whumpee loosely grabbed one of her hands in his much bigger one and pressed it to his cheek.

“G’night…”, he murmured into her hand.

She couldn’t understand what he said after that and she wasn’t sure she wanted to know the answer.

This is very much inspired by this post by @whumpadventureprompts (i couldn't find how you want to be tagged when people use your prompts so i hope this is alright)

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tripleyeeet · 6 months

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being a mood writer is awful because i know i have to work on this particular thing but what if instead i wrote this other, much more fun thing instead???

#yes this about lover's folly #i'm so sorry #but i'm just not inspired to write fluff rn #i want angst and dark fic #and zayis #honestly i mostly just want to write about zaystarion

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baconcolacan · 4 months

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Thanks for the cute ship hcs so far btw (Ｔ▽Ｔ) I always enjoy how people can find different kinds and types of love with the characters. Makes me so happy. Makes my heart all mushy 💕

#neil talky #this is actually the part of ship culture I enjoy #the very idea of finding love when there might not have been any is always so #kind I guess #soft #seeing the world through people who found love #I used to snub romance stories cause it was so typical (well honestly sometimes they ARE)#especially in more heteronormative spaces yfeel?#its like they’re kinda…pushing an agenda ig?? Thats my personal thought tho dont make it gospel #that its all about building a family your role is this and that #the heternormative romances I was exposed to was mostly like that #it was never about…just the love yknow? There was always an add on #Fandom shipping culture is a flamey mess but when it’s good #It’s GOOD #ANYWAY ESSAY OVER (or shelved for now :3c) THANKS FOR THE FLUFF!!!#MWAH MWAH CHUP CHUP 😘

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emmyrosee · 2 years

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welcome to emmy the makeup artist loves osamu, and knows he’d be a good sport.

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“Uh-oh.”

The worried sound from your boyfriend comes suddenly, interrupting your current occupation of laying the flared lashes on his painted eyelids, your hands retracting as his phone vibrates on the table.

Suna Rintahoe would like to FaceTime.

“Oh. Uh-oh,” you parrot, flicking your eyes back to Osamu. He bats his long fake-lashes indifferently at you, as if he’s asking for your permission to answer the phone, despite his lips being a rich purple and eyeliner extended to a perfect point.

“If… if you’re not comfortable answering, I’ll give you some makeup balm, no worries.” Your fingers fiddle with themselves as he seems to ponder the offer. You feel your heart twist, knowing your hard work could be melted away without a second thought, but Osamu surprises you wholly when he shakes his head.

“You do realize Rin and I have seen each other naked on more than one occasion, right babe?” He snickers, grabbing his phone and pouting his lips to admire himself. “This is just a normal weekday for him, I was just wondering if we should do red for the lipstick.”

His thumb presses answer casually, and your heart speeds up and your teeth sink into your lower lip in fear for Rin’s potentially rude and judgmental comments. Be it for Osamu’s done up appearance, or for how bad it looks; you don’t know which one would upset you more.

“Hey, dude,” Osamu hums, nonchalantly. On Rin’s end, you hear only silence. You chew your lip nervously, unable to read osamu’s expression as he stares back at Rin through the screen.

He could be pissed. Or completely in different. You have no idea.

It’s almost as if they’re communicating through their blinks and their eyes, and you’re about to apologize to both of them when Suna finally speaks.

“Is it weird for me to say I’d smash?”

Excitedly, you leap into frame as an amused smile spreads over Osamu’s face, your arms tossing around his neck to eagerly join the conversation. “Really?” You squeal happily. “He looks that good?” You plant a noisy kiss to Osamu’s cheek, choosing to ignore the faux gagging Suna chokes in the microphone.

He then pops a small candy in his mouth, giving the two of you a shrug, “I mean Osamu’s still a good six on a bad day-“

“Oh, thank you man.”

“-you’re welcome. But now he’s looking like a whole nine and I’m the one he needs.”

“Well you can’t have him,” you tease, nudging him affectionately with your nose, making him smile and bat his eyes at you again. “He’s all mine.”

“Uh, haven’t you ever heard that sharing is caring?”

“Babes, please,” Osamu interjects. “Line up, one at a time, I know I’m delicious- there’s plenty of Miya love to go around.” This makes you and Rin cringe slightly, your attempts to hide your laughter a lot more unsuccessful than Rin’s dead-panned stare.

“Ew.”

“Never mind Rin, you can have him.”

“Nah, I think I’m all set.”

“You both are fake as hell,” osamu pouts. “If you can’t handle me at my shitty flirts, you don’t deserve me at my false lashes.”

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lilllithdraagon · 25 days

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Fanfiction Fridays!!!

Henlo. It is I. Chapter for the week is up.

We're getting close to the end of Book 2 now.

#da fanfic #my fanfic #dragon age inquisition #dai #solas #zevran #felassan #the path not taken #this chapter is mostly just fluff honestly #or what counts for fluff in our writing #i'm not sorry

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dafry · 2 years

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Aight peeps! Here is the last bits of drawing ideas I could get out! My creativity and ideas and positively drained now lol

Have some au-ish Nomi randy (I wanted to do more (a comic-), but I was too lazy lol, so have this cursed mirror au which I hope to revisit one day

Also have more dad finja/dadja au content, this time- PANICKED/WORRIED PARENT MODE ACTIVATED! EDITION- XD

Meanwhile randy sees nothing wrong as he is having the best time and or thrill of his life lol

Also here's my favorite drawing of the day-

Need I say more???

Lol honestly my first time actually properly drawing randy in his ninja suit which is honestly pretty surprising but also I'm glad the first one gets to look as badass and cool as I could ever hope to imagine ✨✨✨ (been hankering to draw these two just being a cool ninja and working together- ❤️)

Also here's a dialogue I thought about while drawing this;

Randy: You may defeated me... BUT I WAS NEVER YOUR TRUE ENEMY!

*cue first ninja jumping from behind randy looking menacing as hell as he charges up his special dragon punch move*

First ninja: Omae wa mou... SHINDEIRU!

Anyway don't expect frequent updates anymore lol, need to rest both my body and mind a bit, but I'm positive I'll still do a few doodles... maybe...

Unless you guys can just give me ideas and maybe even some memes I could draw for them lol- been thinking if doing it but never got the chance...

#randy cunnigham #randy cunningham fanart #randy cunningham 9th grade ninja #rc9gn #rc9gn nomirandy #rc9gn first ninja #aaaaaah! this was such a fun experience #it's been real guys #i never challenged myself like this before!#doing a bunch of art with practically a balance quantity and quality #well not really balanced but you know-#honestly (and personaly...) i think it's a new record!#anyway... any fun suggestions???#i still wanna draw a few things but I will probably slow down now lol #mostly thinking of dadja au and just randy and finja cooperating as ninjas and being badasses #Also fun fact; half the reason dadja au exist is because i wanna see wholesome fluff kid randy-#-and the other half is the constant pain and suffering dadja have to face and many other potential angst :)))

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alala122344 · 2 months

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HELLOOO!!! r there any writers that writes for haikyuu anyone can recommend? :DD(smut of fluff ANYTHINGS FINE) (I’ve been scrolling through ao3 n js cant find AN ACTUAL GOOD ONE AUGHHHJSSBBD and my thumbs hurting from scrolling through tumblr tags sobz) i recently js got into it and I JS ACTUALLY FINISHED IT YESTERDAY JSJSJSV ITS FUN ILOVEIT SO I WANT TO READ FICS AB IT ASWELL!! TJANK U IN ADVANCE <33

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orbdotexe · 1 year

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every once in awhile i think about that What If: Your Light Was A Dragon story on Ao3. my brain always wanders back to it eventually. i can't stay away forever. it haunts me!!

More specifically, Wolf turning into their Dragon JUST to stop people from leaving. Crow is a regular victim of this giant white, fluffy dragon refusing to let him go on his missions. he's like the size of their claw but they're really soft...

#yeah this AU lives rent free in my brain #someone called it DragonLight AU last time i brought it up. and that's just what it is to me now #Honestly. my brain goes to DragonLight mostly because it has so many Fluff ideas #there is like no angst for me. just Fluff #I have to have SOME way to cope with all the Sad my brain creates around the Young Wolf #i know. the original story has Exos' Dragons also being metal. but i can't do that to them #exos can be fluffy/scaly. as a treat!

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miss-ingno · 2 years

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Noodles

Fandom: Guardian (镇魂) Rating: G Ship: Shen Wei/Zhao Yunlan Words: 1.9k Tags: tiny dragon!ZYL, novel-drama blend, deity!ZYL, fluff

Summary: Godhood brings with it its own set of challenges. Or: Zhao Yunlan accidentally turns himself into a tiny dragon.

A/N: for my @guardianbingo square “noodles”, inspired by the Dixing discord’s tiny dragon Shen Wei phase (started by tinypinkmouse) :D

Read here on Ao3!

Godhood brings with it its own set of challenges.

Zhao Yunlan lets out a startled mmrrp as he finds himself on the ground, his team towering giants around him. They stare down at him with nonplussed expressions, as if the world hasn't just decided to grow ten times its usual size. Zhao Yunlan narrows his eyes, tail twitching in thought. What sort of power is messing with them this ti—

Wait.

Zhao Yunlan freezes. Tail?

Slowly he turns his head to regard his own body, and the fact that he can crane his neck a hundred and eighty degrees is secondary to the sight before—or behind—him. Long, thin feathers cover blue-green scales, splitting at the end of the tail. The tips are dipped in gold, shimmering beautifully under the SID's neon headlights. The hair trailing from his elbows has a similar sheen to it, giving the seafoam colour an otherworldly appearance.

Frowning, Zhao Yunlan glances up at his team, only to have Da Qing crouch down nose to nose with him. The fat cat looks even bigger from his new perspective. Zhao Yunlan's long whiskers twitch in amusement. Da Qing's eyes narrow, as if he can hear the turn Zhao Yunlan's thoughts have taken.

"Lao-Zhao?" he asks, a sceptical note in his voice.

"Fatty," Zhao Yunlan drawls, and then pauses. His voice still sounds like his own but higher-pitched, except for the rumbling thunder running under the syllables. Zhao Yunlan blinks.

“Huh.” Da Qing pulls back, his nose wrinkling and whiskers twitching.

“W-what, uh, what happened to the chief?” xiao-Guo pipes up, his eyes wide and fastened on Zhao Yunlan in something close to awe. Foolishly, he reaches out to touch Zhao Yunlan, who hisses, feeling his mane puff up in warning. Lucky for xiao-Guo, lao-Chu snatches his wrist and forcibly drags him back from the table with a muttered idiot.

Zhao Yunlan is busy glaring after the rookie when another hand appears in his line of sight.

This hand is held palm-up in front of his face, calm and patient. Zhao Yunlan rears back to stare at it for a long moment, before following the arm up to Shen Wei's beautiful face. His husband is doing a terrible job of hiding his smile, and despite his outrage Zhao Yunlan feels himself soften just staring into those crinkled, adoring eyes.

"Allow me?" Shen Wei asks, and Zhao Yunlan bumps his head against his hand, rubbing the side of his head all over that smooth skin. Skilled fingers scritch him under the chin before carefully trailing through the soft mane of his long neck. Chirping his approval, Zhao Yunlan climbs up Shen Wei's arm rapidly to perch on his shoulders. Once there, he nuzzles xiao-Wei's cheek, feeling the vibrations of his quiet chuckle under his snout. His whiskers twitch, and he headbutts Shen Wei in warning, without putting any real force behind it. After all, his husband sounds too adorable to truly punish him for Zhao Yunlan's bruised ego.

"Adorable," Guo Changcheng squeaks as if reading his thoughts. Except he's staring at Zhao Yunlan and that's…

Zhao Yunlan narrows his eyes and hisses.

"Like a fresh hatchling," Zhu Hong agrees dryly, her forked tongue darting out to taste the air. Zhao Yunlan sticks his own tongue out, right back at her.

Shen Wei draws a calming hand over his plume, settling with a reassuring weight on his back.

“I believe Yunlan is still rediscovering his divine powers,” his husband speculates, and Zhao Yunlan chirps his agreement. “They are vast and varied. It is my hypothesis that he got startled and his powers subconsciously reacted in his defence, thus transforming him. However, his grasp on his new abilities is still shaky, hence why he ended up in this small form.”

“So lao-Zhao turned himself into a tiny dragon because of a jumpscare?” Da Qing cackles, sounding far too gleeful. He was egging Lin Jing on in pranking Zhao Yunlan to alleviate the SID’s current boredom, meaning he is at least partially at fault for Zhao Yunlan’s current state… which he is now making fun of.

That just won’t do.

Zhao Yunlan darts down Shen Wei’s arm and swipes the fat cat’s butt, before fleeing back up, just as the cat yowls in indignation. Da Qing bristles, fur standing on end as narrow eyes follow a smug Zhao Yunlan perching on Shen Wei’s shoulder on the opposite side of Da Qing, where the cat would have to go through his husband to reach him. For good measure, Zhao Yunlan sticks out his tongue again.

Ever practical, it is Wang Zheng who breaks up the play-fighting.

“How do we turn Chief Zhao back?”

Zhao Yunlan magnanimously pretends not to hear Lin Jing’s muttered, Why would we want to, though? He could always tell Wang Zheng to reduce the fake monk’s monthly bonus later.

Shen Wei hums thoughtfully, turning to catch Zhao Yunlan’s gaze. Slowly, so Zhao Yunlan can see him coming, he lifts Zhao Yunlan’s tiny dragon body up, hands coming to cradle his belly before setting him down on the conference table.

“I need you to focus, Yunlan. Find the core of your qi.”

That’s easier said than done. Zhao Yunlan has no idea what the qi is supposed to feel like when it isn’t surging up to engulf him, nevermind where to find it. Perhaps he should’ve taken Shen Wei up on those meditation lessons and joined him for yoga instead of ogling his gorgeous, incredibly flexible husband as he exercised.

After a few moments, nothing happens, and Zhao Yunlan whines, staring up at Shen Wei with his best, pitiful eyes. Shen Wei’s lips quirk in amusement.

“Close your eyes, Yunlan, and even out your breathing. Like this – in, one, two, three…”

Zhao Yunlan sighs but closes his eyes, following Shen Wei’s lead. The breathing exercises help calm him, and he feels a little more settled in his new form by the end. There’s a flicker inside him, a spark that has him frowning, concentrating harder, trying to pull it up. If this is what allows him to return to normal…

Pressure builds up inside him, kicking off his gag reflex and Zhao Yunlan’s eyes snap open just as he coughs, coughs, and spits out a tiny whirlwind. Files, papers and trash going flying as the miniature tornado breezes through the bullpen, but dies out quickly enough.

Zhao Yunlan blinks, taking in his team – hair and clothes in disarray, but no worse for wear, just as startled as he is.

“Ah.” Everyone turns to look at Shen Wei, who flushes and clears his throat. “I’m afraid we’ll have to wait for him to figure it out. Perhaps with time, his instincts will realise he is in fact safe and allow him to return to human form on their own.”

Shen Wei moves to adjust his glasses, and Zhao Yunlan takes the opportunity to jump back up on his raised arm to catch his husband’s expression from up close. His tone is uncertain, and while his face is a careful mask of polite interest, Zhao Yunlan can read the amusement underneath easily enough.

Wang Zheng frowns in vague concern. "What if there is a case?"

"Then lao-Chu and xiao-Guo go solve it, what else am I paying you for?" Zhao Yunlan chimes in, faux indignant. "Besides, it's not like I lost my brain, one of you can always carry me to the scene if you can't figure it out yourselves."

"For today, I can accompany Yunlan," Shen Wei offers, fingers scratching along his long neck. Zhao Yunlan twists so he gets to the itchy spots. "If he's not back to himself by tomorrow morning, we'll figure something else out."

"Guess there's nothing else to do," Lin Jing agrees far too eagerly, whipping out his phone and starting typing. "We should order food!"

The team turns to bicker about what they should order and who should get the takeout. It takes several rounds of rock, paper, scissors and indignant squawks about cheating and superior reflexes, but Zhao Yunlan isn’t paying their squabbling much attention. He slouches on Shen Wei’s shoulder, catching his breath. That tiny tornado has taken a lot out of him, more than he expected.

And he’s no closer to returning to normal. At least he still has Shen Wei’s undivided attention.

At some point, Zhao Yunlan tunes his team out completely, eyes drooping close under Shen Wei’s skilled fingers rubbing over his scales, settling ruffled feathers and puffed-up fur. Of course, his xiao-Wei’s touch is always welcome, but he’s proving especially capable in scritching just the right itchy spots under his chin and the roots of his mane. Besides, he’s sure someone will let him know if his opinion is required, he doesn’t need to supervise the bickering closely.

Shen Wei sets him down on the table, and Zhao Yunlan makes a sleepy noise of protest, not ready for the scritches to stop. He's about to leap back up into Shen Wei's arms when a scent hits his nose. His whiskers quiver in anticipation, and his head snaps around, nose unerringly leading him to a steamy bowl of divine-smelling noodles. The scent of beef broth wafts through the air, and Zhao Yunlan sniffs delicately, nostrils flaring.

Ravenous hunger makes his stomach growl, reminding him that he skipped breakfast. And lunch.

Without fanfare, Zhao Yunlan plunges his snout into the bowl, immersing his head to just below his eyes. He slurps the noodles and broth down happily, his entire body vibrating and making content chirring noises. He ignores the laughter and teasing remarks from his team, the shutter sounds of pictures being taken, too invested in the spicy-sweet taste running over his tongue. There’s bits of beef and egg that take a bit more finesse than gorging it straight down his throat, but Zhao Yunlan quickly gets the hang of snatching them up and raising his snout until his head is tilted just so before letting it fall down his muzzle.

Satisfied, Zhao Yunlan opens his mouth to say something – he hasn’t quite decided on what, yet – but instead, a small burp escapes him, sending the remnant of the broth crashing together in a miniature wave. Zhao Yunlan blinks, startled, even as his minions laugh and coo over him, and Lin Jing is definitely filming everything on his phone. Zhao Yunlan considers for a moment to tell Wang Zheng to reduce their scientist’s monthly bonus, when the scent of broth wafts up to his nostrils.

Priorities. Paperwork can wait – the soup won’t remain warm forever.

He tips the bowl up with his weight, carefully holding the rim in his front claws as he laps out the last of the broth, droplets clinging to his whiskers. Once finished, he climbs into the still warm bowl and curls up inside, purring absently.

A chuckle, and then careful fingers track through his damp mane. Zhao Yunlan forces one eye open to watch Shen Wei as he picks up the bowl.

“It’s alright, you can go to sleep. I’ll keep watch.”

A part of him wants to protest, wants to make sure Shen Wei eats first. Except he’s feeling full and heavy, warm from the meal and safe in Shen Wei’s arms. In the end, he doesn’t get a choice: sleep steals him from the waking world before he can form another thought. He lets go, knowing he has nothing to worry about.

#ingno writes #zhen hun #镇魂 guardian #Guardian #Shen Wei #Zhao Yunlan #Weilan #cdrama #SID team #fic rec #tiny dragon Zhao Yunlan #tiny dragons #honestly this is mostly just very random fluff

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chop-chop-slide · 1 year

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CHAPTER SEVEN IS OUT!~

#dbd #ghostfield #fanfic #ao3 fanfiction #update #fracture #spectre!verse #/honestly just a little filler chapter because the boys needed some time off from the heavy plot #/mostly fluff and smut #/dash of angst as a treat

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blujayonthewing · 10 months

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not that it matters now anyway but one pragmatic problem with felix's concept is that it works best if the DM is proactively keeping his passive scores in mind, especially insight, because he tends to just Notice Stuff and comment on it in ways that as a player it wouldn't necessarily make sense or feel natural for me to always ask to make an active check to find out, but my DMs all tend to be pretty bad about even using passive perception for anything ever, much less anything else

#AND I MEAN one pragmatic problem with THIS is that it's a lot to ask a DM to keep in mind just for me for mostly flavor!#like if there's a situation where it actually feels important or advantageous to do a vibe check I'll just ask anyway #this would mostly be for fluff. and honestly mostly fluff that puts me at a disadvantage because he accidentally makes people uncomfortable #but also ngl as someone who already plays a character with the observant feat it IS a bummer that it literally doesn't seem to matter #and elyss isn't Observant but she has expertise in perception and even that...#anyway for felix it hella doesn't matter #for one thing obviously his campaign never really even got started #for another one time I tried nonchalantly eavesdropping on a loud public argument and got 'okay roll stealth to walk right up to them' so..#THIS DM is NOT gonna just let me notice stuff kjhdfkg even just hearing a conversation that was happening nearby took like three rolls #ALAS. he's a good concept in my mind lmao that's gonna have to be enough #about me #my OCs #felix

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sparkles-and-trash · 1 year

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Should I post the nsfw-ish threads from Twitter here? Or is that like… not the vibe?

#mostly just dabihawks fluff honestly #dabihawks #genuine question #Hawks #Dabi #writing #Hm

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cheetahf · 2 years

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Toh fandom pls make more gut wrenching angst I wanna feel my inside curl up because of the angst. Not gore or anything just angst that’s on the characters emotions n stuff

I’ve been lacking

#toh #the owl house #the owl house fandom #mostly hunter bc 1 kinda biased and 2 he has some of the most angsty plot in the show #the dsmp fandom is so much better at this #I have a saved folder on Insta that is full of the gut renching angst and there is only one toh one and the rest are ctommy ones #honestly I think it’s because #there isn’t enough screen time to get an understanding of the characters psyche while dsmp has so much screen time of each character that #you understand the characters mental states and personalities that you can make that angst #anyways toh make more angst in general it’s all fluff and there can’t be JUST fluff #cheeber rants about whatever his hyperfixation is at the time #edit: I spelt wrenching wrong and I cant change the tags ueueueue

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prankprincess123 · 3 months

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Me: *happily getting dragged back into PJO fandom by the show years after leaving it 90% of the way*

Me: I can't wait to see how the fandom has evolved and how many new fics there are for me to read!

PJO Ao3: *even more of a flaming disaster than I remember it being and so populated that theres multiple new pages of fics each day*

Me: Well at least there's filters on Ao3, unlike with FFN a decade ago!

My filters: *cutting out as many NoTPs and squicks as I could think of until I run out of tags it will let me filter out*

PJO Ao3: Here! Have some improperly/un-tagged underage rape-aftermath in a non-powered high school au with the seven as a polycule!

Me: ...and this kind of nonsense is why I left in the first place...

#sigh #i love this fandom #but some of the fandom is honestly a dumpster fire (non-endearing)#like i will admit to being spoiled by mostly being in mature fandoms that have had decades to learn to tag and grow out kf weirdness #or tiny little fandoms that are so small that they either havent had a chance to go weird or its just one person being nuts #but its been almost a decade since i left! and the chaos seems to have only grown #pjo #pjo/hoo #fandom #ao3 fandom #like im just looking for some (at least mostly) canon compliant percabeth fluff #with a side of jason not being dead #possibly a sprinkling of jasper #and maybe some big 3 kids being cousins for extra fluff

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cosmosis · 11 months

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MOVED TO @seratopia

miguel o’hara x reader (fluff) - jealousy

miguel gets jealous possessive after a new intern flirts with you this is part of the same universe as my call oneshot!

Being 2nd in charge of the multiverse is... honestly not that hard for you. It’s mostly just co-leading, and being a secretary. Lyla helps out a bunch, but sometimes, a sassy AI can only do so much.

Jess informed you of a new intern she recruited. Apparently, he’s having his first day today, which means you’ll probably have to do a quick run-through of things with him later.

For now, it’s your fated duty to sit with Miguel at his desk so he doesn’t get all pouty later. He starts huffing and puffing when you aren’t near, takes it out on the kids sometimes.

Thanks to your suggestion, Miguel invested in a nice desk and swivel chair for the office, so now it looks more like an actual workspace instead of a maniac’s plot room. (either way, he his one lmao)

Since Lyla’s gone for the time being, you’re standing up on the office platform, tapping away at a multitude of screens. Miguel lays lazily in the office chair, swiveled up behind you to rub his face into your upper back, as well as run his hands along your tummy.

“Hun, you gotta let go. I needa tour the intern.” You mutter, closing in on an ID photo of the recruit.

“No.“

“Well, if I don’t do it, then who will?“ You ask.

“Jess.“

“She’s busy on her break. Pregnant women need breaks, you know.“

“Ugh. I don’t want you to leave.“ He whines. squeezing you tighter.

You start squirming out of his grip, pulling his pinky off of your stomach. Inching away, you push Miguel away by his head. Reluctantly, he starts letting you go, lazily running his hands onto the skin of your hips and lower thighs before letting go.

“I’ll see you in a bit, baby.“ You say, scuffing up his hair with your palm. Gracefully, you leap down from the platform, somersaulting onto the floor and skating out the exit. You hop over a few stray cardboard boxes.

Miguel watches you stroll away, and fixes his hair back into place.

Lyla magically appears, phasing in and out with a different sly look each time. She snickers, flickering all around Miguel’s head.

“Whipped.“

“Shut the fuck up.“

. . .

Miguel’s blood starts to boil as soon as you roll in with that stupid, bastard of an intern. He’s too close to you for comfort, so close to his arm nudging yours... Miguel’s teeth start to clench, his fangs close to drawing blood from his mouth. He’s paying too much attention to you, there’s a vibe he gets that he hates to his core.

Everything about him is aggravating; the blonde hair, the snarky smirk, all of it.

“...and this is Miguel’s office!“ You say, gesturing your hand to the majority of the area.

“Sweet, nice to meet the bossman.“

Bossman, his ass. Miguel would only ever let you call him bossman.

“Miguel! Come down!“ You yell, and his heart warms in his chest. He turns around from his standing form on the office platform, eyeing the intern in order to scare him a bit.

“Hey, what’s up man! Glad to finally meet the man behind the slaughter!“ The intern exclaims, his hands rested on his hips.

Miguel fights every urge to both roll his eyes and tackle the recruit, keeping a somewhat straight face on. He chuckles a little, not a single trace of a smile on his face.

“Heh, yeah? Excited to meet the bossman?“ Miguel taunts, but it looks like the intern can’t tell he is.

“Heck yeah dude! Where do I start?“

Miguel starts nodding a little, plastering on a face smile, chuckling a bit...

Before he throws the entire office chair at the recruit. Not to hit you, though. He’d never, ever hit you.

Instantly, the intern turns away, shielding his body with his hands. In the nick of time, though, you latch your webbing onto the chair, slinging it away to side before it could harm anyone. You cross your arms.

“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry about tha- MIGUEL!“ You scream.

And he throws a literal file cabinet at the man. Again, you latch it out of way without problem.

“What th'heck, man?! What’s your fuckin’ problem?!“ The intern yells, spreading his arms out.

“My fuckin’ problem is you nagging my wife!“ He roars.

“Wait a sec- she’s your wife?“

Miguel then leaps down from the platform, chin held up high in a sinister glare. Slowly, he steps over towards the both of you, fixing his eyes on the intern the entire time.

Miguel’s tall, really tall compared to the newbie. He pokes his finger to the recruit, leaning in real close.

“Stay at least 5 feet away from my wife at all times.“ Miguel utters, and you kinda feel bad for the new guy.

You cross your arms. “C’mon, Miguel. He’s literally new, take it easy on him!” You say back, and Miguel pouts, whines. Possessively, he reaches over to you, pulling in you in by the hip to try to soothe you. It doesn’t work, and you present yourself from giving into his needy touches.

And then, you turn around back to the newbie. “Gosh, I’m so sorry about that! He’s usually not like this-”

“Man, fuck this.“ The intern exclaims, taking a few steps back in agitation. “Take me back home, I ain’t dealin’ with this shit!“

He storms off, kicking a stray cardboard box on the way out.

“Aw, crap.“

“Finally.“

You swerve back around, hands on your hips. “Miguel, that was uncalled for.”

“Yes it was! He was smothering all over you!“ He yells, throwing his hands up in the air like it was the most obvious thing ever.

“Well, now thanks to you, we lost a recruit.“

“One of literally thousands!“

“And now, there’s papers everywhere on the floor!“

“Shhh, honey, I’ll clean it up later.“

Ignoring your frown, Miguel finally pulls you into him, pressing your lower back into his own with a nose into your hair.

“I saw the way he put his arm around you. He was flirting with you too. Hated it.“ Miguel utters.

“When?“ You ask.

“On the surveillance.“ He says, and you sigh. He’s right, the guy was flirting with you for a bit, but you chose to ignore it so you could get over with the tour faster.

“Eh, he gave me the heebie jeebies from the beginning.“ You say, and Miguel automatically squeezes you tighter into him, a deep grumble bellowing from his inner throat.

“I’m never letting you tour anyone ever again.“ Miguel admits.

“After that? Go ahead.“ You scoff, and finally, he sighs in relief.

He tries drags you back to the office platform again, but then forgets that he threw the chair, grumbling in regret. Instead, he just hovers behind you for the rest of the day, occasionally pressing a smooch to your head.

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ok reader x eddie having a casual conversation about sex, talking about what they're both into, leading to some smut??? just hearing what eddie's into sounds so hottttt (i imagine its filthy,, sorry)

ty for requesting! hope you like it!! — a failed date with eddie leads to a night in and several confessions (established relationship, mostly fluff, talks of sex but no actual smut 18+, 1.6k)

fictober (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)

Eddie Munson is a hopeless romantic.

Not because he loves like it’s breathing (though some would argue otherwise), but because his attempts to be affectionate with you are complete and utter failures.

He had a whole romantic day planned. A late lunch, a quick walk, and then sunset at the park. Honestly, it probably would’ve been a pretty metal date if it was any day other than this one — the biggest flood of the whole goddamn year.

You got to the diner just fine but had to rush back to the trailer in the rain since he didn’t have his van. Thankfully, it waited to outright pour until he got you home. Now, his leather jacket — which you’d used as a makeshift umbrella — hangs beside the opened window to dry.

The orange autumn breeze rolls over your bare bodies like silk (because, of course, an innocent shower after getting drenched in the rain couldn’t not end in getting dirty again).

“Was all this just a ploy to get me into bed?” you tease, tracing the freckles on his back with the tip of your finger. “’Cause you coulda just asked, you know? I would’ve said yes.”

Lying flat on his stomach, Eddie laughs into his folded-up arms. His deep brown hair brushes his pale shoulders when he turns to look at you. His smile is swollen and rosy and crooked.

“You got me, princess. Making my girlfriend walk in disgusting weather was all a part of my evil plan.”

“I wouldn’t say it was evil.”

“No?”

“Sinful, maybe. Sexy, even,” you joke with a lopsided grin. “But no, not evil.”

“Is that so?” he lilts as he rises on his elbow to prop his cheek on his fist.

You shake your head and roll onto your back. Your eyes flit to the spotted ceiling. A smirk blossoms on your lips. “I feel like evil would imply that it was hurtful in some way. And that thing you did in the shower felt way too good to be evil.”

“What thing?” the boy wonders with pinched-together brows.

You shoot him a look. “You know…” you hum vaguely, expectantly.

“No. I don’t, actually,” Eddie laughs, mostly at himself. “I’m kinda dumb, in case you forgot.”

“You’re not dumb, Eds.”

“Stop being sweet. You’re deflecting.”

You concede with a small huff. “That… That thing. With your mouth. When you pressed me against the wall and— please, don’t make me describe it, Eddie,” you ramble, then cut yourself off to whine.

He meets your grimace with a boyish grin. “I don’t know. I kinda like hearing you talk about it.”

“I’ll die,” you deadpan.

“You’re so dramatic.”

His words are harsh, but his pink smile is kind. He kisses you with it after — a smacking peck to the corner of your mouth that migrates rather quickly. He sprinkles his lips along your jaw and chin and neck.

That’s where he lingers.

Eddie finds your pulse point and goes a half-inch higher, just like he did while he was fucking you against the shower wall. You nearly came the first time he kissed you there.

He sucks at the delicate skin until he leaves another faint mark. The feeling of his tongue and teeth on your newfound sweet spot makes your toes curl. It has you moaning out loud before you mean to.

His lips audibly smack when he pulls away.

“That thing?” he wonders, smiling down at you like he already knows the answer.

Your thighs clench together. Your bones are made of mush. “That thing,” you repeat in the affirmative.

“Well, if we’re sharing secrets…” Eddie singsongs, then leans in all close like he’s about to spill the latest gossip. His fingers spread out along your bare waist, eyes sparkling with mischief. “I really liked it when you got all mean.”

You hadn’t thought much of it, then — when Eddie edged you on the counter with his fingers and laughed when you writhed.

You didn’t even let him make it up to you after, just sucked him off and told him he wasn’t allowed to touch you. “Don’t cum ’til I tell you to, understand?” you’d said. “Or I’m gonna get myself off, and you’re gonna watch.”

He was a good boy for you, though, and you let him fuck you in the shower.

Your nose scrunches in muted embarrassment. “I wasn’t being that mean, was I?”

“No. I mean, you could certainly get meaner…” Eddie assures with a shake of his head, then grins as his fingers crawl up your ribcage. You fight back a shiver. “Which I think could be preferable from time to time.”

“So, you want me to be more… dominant?”

He shrugs a pale, freckled shoulder. “Yeah. Sometimes. I like watching you get all dumb for me, don’t get me wrong, but every time you get a little mean, I almost cum in my pants.”

The blatant confession makes you go slightly stupid. You just nod at him, lazy and unblinking. “Yeah. I can do that. You know, if that’s what you want.”

“I do want,” Eddie hums, matching your sloppy head shake. His nicotine-coated breath fans across your cheek. “Very, very much.”

“But not all the time, though, right?”

“No. Not all the time. Just… sometimes— when the moment’s right or whatever.”

“Sure…”

Eddie’s grin broadens when you trail off. A faraway look glazes over your eye. His brows raise expectantly. “What’s that look for?”

You blink rapidly as you descend from the clouds. Shaking your head, you dismiss him. “Nothing. Nothing— I just… I did kinda like not letting you come right away.”

“Yeah. Me too,” Eddie concurs, suddenly breathless.

Your gaze flits to his, mousy and twinkling. Your hands fidget above the covers. “And I kinda wanna try letting you cum and maybe… not stopping…”

Eddie’s eyes go wide. His mouth opens to respond, but he forgets how to speak. He barely remembers to breathe.

“Is that… Is that weird?” you ask, forcing a laugh at his unusual silence.

“No!” he blurts, sounding much louder in the honeyed quiet of his bedroom. “No, that’s… That’s really hot, actually. Like, really hot.”

He zones out just like you had. The imagery of it all makes his stomach whirl. He’s done it to you a number of times — brought you to the edge and kept on pushing you over until you pushed him away. But he’d never thought about ever doing it to himself till now.

Actually, there’s quite a lot of things he’s done to you that he might enjoy himself if he thinks about it.

The thought alone opens a world of possibility in his wild, wild head.

“Can I tell you about something I was thinking about the other day?” he wonders suddenly.

Though slightly startled by the blurted question, you nod. “Of course.”

His gaze flits away from yours. His hand fidgets at your waist, fingers softly scratching at your burning skin. “You know my handcuffs? The ones I clip on my jeans sometimes?”

Again, you nod.

“Well, I— I have the keys, you know? So it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if we— you know— if we used them…”

“On me?” you press, brows pinched in distant concern.

Eddie shakes his head immediately. “No. I know you don’t like that.”

“So… on you?”

“Yeah. Maybe. If you want,” the boy mumbles, suddenly shy in a way you’ve only seen a handful of times — including earlier, when he was begging to cum in your mouth. “I just think it could be cool, you know? Like, you could tie me up and just… use me. If you want,” he repeats.

“Use you?” you repeat with a soft laugh.

He shrugs. “Yeah. I mean, I don’t— I don’t really care about getting off as much as I care about you getting off, you know? I just… wanna take care of you. Want you to take what you want.”

You open your mouth to respond only to find that all words have lost meaning. Your brain is a jumbled mess of alphabet soup. So you just nod, dumb at the very thought.

Eddie’s hand rises from the covers. His palm settles warm at your jaw. His fingers smell faintly of sex as his calloused thumb smooths across your chapped lips. “You could, like, rub yourself on my cock. Get yourself off on top of me,” he murmurs lowly to you, a quiet and crooked grin pulling at his mouth. “Wouldn’t that be metal?”

“Yeah…” you answer with a sigh, getting lost in the daydream right along with him. “Wouldn’t put you inside me at first, either. Not until you’re begging for it.”

His smile widens. “Exactly.”

“Then I’ll ride you until you make me cum.”

Eddie nods, egging you on. He tucks his face into your neck, if only to conceal how ardently he’s blushing. He hides his pink cheeks between your jaw and shoulder and kisses you where he knows it’ll drive you crazy.

“Mhmm?” he urges, muffled.

You sigh a faint moan. Your fingers curl in his wild hair. You press your lips to his temple and continue. “And I’ll let you come, too. Eventually… But I won’t stop.”

“Fuck,” he groans into your pulse.

“Not until you’ve filled me up three times—”

“Oh, fuck…”

You tug at his hair with a soft, stern touch you think you could learn to master for him. His lips click faintly when he parts from you. He blinks down at you with glassy chocolate eyes.

“Something like that?” you wonder, feigning innocence with a sweet-sounding lilt.

Eddie nods, sloppy and stupid. He stammers. “Yeah… Yeah. Some—Something like that.”

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