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jasntodds · 7 months

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Alive | J.T.

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Request: yes, here

Summary: Red Hood shows up at your apartment only to reveal he's your not-so-dead boyfriend

Warnings: Swearing, 18+, smut, some fluff, mentions of death, mentions of canon drug use (he's not actually high in this but it's mentioned)

Words: 3,412

A/n: A huge thank you to @tenpintsof-sundrop for the idea 😭 please go check them out if you haven't already!! This kept turning into angst (why can't I just write fluff and smut ffs) which is why it took forever I'm so sorry to the anon who requested this lol but there's no angst!! If you wanna be tagged in my fics, you can click the link below, send me an ask/comment, or follow my library blog @jasntoddslibrary and turn on notifications if you prefer that!!

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Gotham’s city lights are the only thing illuminating parts of your room where your curtains don’t quite close all of the way. The sounds of distant sirens and passing cars echo into your room as you’re finally getting some much-needed sleep. Bruce called you three days ago with the news about Jason. Nothing really seems worth the energy anymore, including sleep but tonight it’s as if your body finally caved under the pressure of grief. But, you’re not asleep long before something wakes you up.

You stir awake to the sound of creaking near the window. Your eyes shoot open as you keep on your side, facing the opposite direction. Your heart starts to thunder and you swear you locked that window. It’s Crime Alley in Gotham City, you always lock your door and window. Jason even got you good locks for your window and your door. Someone can’t possibly be breaking in but that’s the only explanation.

You reach to the side of the bed, slowly, careful not to make quick and harsh movements so whoever is in your home doesn’t realize you’re awake. The metal of the baseball is cold against the palm of your hand as your fingers curl around the handle. It’s not a knife or a gun, but a metal baseball can kill and incapacitate all the same. All you need is one really good swing and you’re good to go. So, you suck on a deep breath, gripping the handle as hard as you can before you sit up quickly, turning around on your knees to face the intruder.

“Get out of my apartment!” You yell, baseball bat swung over your shoulder with your arms ready to swing the second he comes close enough.

He takes a step forward into the light coming from your window and your heart drops.

Red Hood.

Why the fuck is Red Hood, Gotham’s newest crime lord, standing in your apartment?

“Don’t freak out.” He says, the voice modulator disguising his voice.

You almost laugh at the request. He’s killing people out there and is ruthless but he doesn’t want you to freak out when he’s standing in your bedroom? That makes perfect sense. And why does it have to be your apartment? There are so many other ones he could have picked but it just had to be yours.

Jason is careful as he takes the helmet off, revealing himself to you. Your eyes grow wide as your jaw starts to fall open. Jason can see your grip on the bat start to loosen as his chest starts to swell. He always questioned your choice of a baseball bat, thinking you'd never wake up with enough time to grab it and defend yourself. He's happy he was clearly very wrong.

“You…you died…?” You question, almost certain you’re dreaming.

Bruce Wayne himself called you and told you Jason had been killed. You knew he was Robin and it was all over Gotham City News. Robin had been killed by the Joker. But, Jason Todd is currently standing in front of you, his chest moving with every breath which means he's alive.

He's desperately trying not to think about dying. That's not why he came here anyway. It wasn't to discuss the gorey details of a deranged clown with a bloody crowbar. It was just to see you and let you know he was alive. That is it. No more reminders of dying, not tonight. Not when he isn't high enough to numb the panic or pain of the thoughts. All he wants to do is see you and exist in a moment with just you and him.

“Didn’t stick.” Jason chuckles softly, holding the helmet on his hip.

There’s something Jason would describe as a chortle escapes your lips. “Didn’t stick?”

Jason shrugs his shoulder easily but there’s still some tension wrapped around his bones. “Yeah.” Jason clears his throat, looking to the floor and then back to you, thinking you probably don't believe him. Who would?

“How though?” You ask and you’re not sure how this is real.

Maybe you think you’re actually hallucinating now. Maybe grief has sucked you into insanity. But he sounds just as you remember and he looks the exact same. Jason dying and coming back as Red Hood, still fighting crime in some way, does sound like a very Jason Todd thing to do.

“Gotham.” Jason scoffs. “It’s a long story.” Jason skimps on the details, partially because he doesn’t really know how it works and also just to keep you out of it. He didn’t really like that you knew he was Robin anyway. Too dangerous.

Jason takes a step forward as you watch him closely. Maybe it’s a dream. But, it’s Gotham City and the weirdest and most unbelievable shit tends to happen here. Jason being resurrected isn’t actually the most insane thing you’ve heard of happening. It's just one of those things that's hard to believe because losing him hurt so bad you swore you'd never recover. You want to be positive it's him before you let your hopes up even if they're rising like a steady tide. Jason can see the hesitance the way your brows are still creased and the bat still hanging over your shoulder.

“Not convinced?” He asks through a shallow breath, his own hopes falling.

He didn't really think of what he'd do if you didn't believe him.

“In my defense, this is insane.” You state as your grip tightens on the bat. "I mean, resurrection or being zombified, kind of insane."

Jason lets out a sigh as he starts listing things only he would know about you and only things you would know about him. He tells you about your first date which wasn’t anything fancy but was yours. He told you about how he has his half of a photobooth picture you two took on your third date as a bookmark. And he tells you about Alred teaching him how to make chocolate chip cookies his first week at Wayne Manor because Jason couldn’t sleep. It was too quiet in the manor.

“I also told you the bat was a shitty idea because you’d never wake up in time to grab it.” Jason offers a smirk.

“Guess you were wrong.” You point out with a teasing look.

“Yeah,” Jason scoffs. “But you didn’t take a swing so…” Jason shrugs his shoulders, a grin splitting his face.

“Haha.” You scrunch your nose with the sarcastic remark. "I'm not gonna just hit someone with a bat." You shake your head dramatically.

"I broke into your apartment?" Jason lets out a chortle "I mean, don't fucking hit me now but someone breaks in, do something, babe."

"Oh, it must really be you because only Jason Todd would criticize my weapon of choice and then criticize what I do about someone breaking in my own apartment." You quip right back as you place a hand on your hip, the bat now hanging loosely over your shoulder being held with just one hand.

Jason's smirk turns softer, a gentle smile pulling at his lips as he looks to the floor and then back to you. "Yeah, it's me." His shoulders move forward as he sucks in a breath, letting it out slowly as if the very act of breathing too hard might make all of this disappear.

Your face softens and as hard as it may be to believe, it has to be him. Everything he listed is all stuff only the two of you would know and the quick quips, Jason never missed a beat. You don't know how or even why he's alive, but it's him. So, you drop the bat to the side of your bed, quickly getting up from your bed. You don't notice how cold the floor is as you run up to Jason, colliding into him with a force study enough to make him step back just so neither of you wall.

Your arms wrap around his neck as you bury your face into his shoulder. He smells different than before but somehow the same. He smells like gunmetal with a mix of the minty shampoo he always used. But, his arms come and wrap tightly around your middle and it all feels the same. His arms are still as sturdy as always and warm. He still feels like home and you do for him, too.

His chest erupts in warmth like a dormant volcano erupting for the time in decades. Every piece of him starts to be encompassed in warmth and a sense of comfort. It's been the longest three days of his life but that doesn't really matter, not right now. It just feels safe here. Between coming back, the drug, and Crane, it's been busy and hectic and heavy. But, he's standing here with you and all he wants to do is focus on this moment because it's not so heavy or loud anymore. You always let him just exist in a way no one else ever did.

Jason's the one that pulls away first but only until you look back at him. The corner of his mouth perks up before he collides his lips with yours. The kiss nearly sucks the breath out of your lungs as your eyes close and your hands tangle in his hair. Jason's grip tightens around you as if he's afraid you'll fall away from him if he lets go.

You can feel him smile against your mouth and it's something that always sent your stomach swirling. Jason Todd genuinely happy is something irreplaceable. And he is always happy to be anywhere near you.

The kiss starts to grow sloppy and desperate, teeth clacking against each other. The happiness of being reunited starts to collide into relief and desperation to never let go again.

Jason's arms loosen just enough to go to your hips, his fingertips sliding under your shirt and digging into your flesh. He's missed the feeling of your skin against his. It's been three days but dying really has made it seem like it's been years and he doesn't want to waste the time he gets anymore. All he wants to do is be with you and you slide his jacket, then hoodie off of the armor.

"Miss me?" Jason asks against your lips and you can feel the devilish smirk that's splitting his face.

"Always." You mutter before Jason tugs your shirt over your head and tosses it to the floor.

In a heartbeat, Jason has you backing up until your knees hit the edge of your bed. The two of you fall onto the soft mattress, Jason bracing the fall for the both you and his lips never leave yours. He slides his leg onto the bed, slotting his knee between your legs right until his thigh meets your wetting slit.

You almost groan at the contact and Jason feels the tremble of your lips against his. And he fucking smirks again.

"Seems like you missed something else, too, huh?" His voice is low but easy with the teasing remark.

"Shut up." You bite back.

It's something about the way he says it that you almost want to bite him and melt under his touch at the same time. Jason has never been one to just let things flow and meet in the middle, he always had to have some sort of comment about it with the corner of his mouth perking upwards. He just can't help himself and maybe you always found it a little bit endearing, even when he's annoying.

Jason pushes his thigh against your slit again and this time he's successful in getting a quiet moan from the back of your throat. The pressure is hot and thick as your underwear start to stick to your pussy. You grind yourself on his thigh and Jason knows he has you exactly where he wants you, not that you would rather be anywhere else right now.

You help Jason tug the armor off and onto the floor, leaving his chest bare and every toned muscle on display. Your mouth practically waters before you yank him back down to you.

He keeps his leg slotted between yours as you slide your hands over the muscles of his back, feeling every raised piece of skin where his back is tensed. His skin is always warm under your fingers. You can't help but glide your fingertips along the skin before digging your nails in.

Jason arches his back, a snarl leaving his throat before his eyes lock with yours. His pupils are blown, black consuming almost every trace of green. So, you do it again as a smirk tugs at your lips because you know that'll get him going. The look he gives you turns feral and hungry as if he hasn't eaten in weeks.

His thigh is pushed harder against your slit, earning him a whimper before he takes it away entirely. There's a triumphant smile on his lips as he raises his brow.

"I can still play the game better than you, babe." Jason teases before he kisses your cheek and moves down to your neck.

"Up for debate." You quip back as his teeth graze your pulse point.

Your heart jumps and you know he can feel it. A snicker falls from his lip before he nips down and starts sucking a purple mark into your skin. A reminder that you're his.

Jason slides his leg back between yours and as if connected by a magnetic force, you don't miss a beat in grinding yourself back on him. Jason scatters just a few more marks across your chest as your breathing becomes quicker, a warm and static pit growing in the pit of your stomach.

"Could just leave now." Jason huffs as he comes back to your lips, sliding a hand between your bodies.

"Don't you dare." Your threat is weak and almost pitiful.

Jason tugs the elastic of your underwear up, exposing your pussy to some of the cool air in the room. You wiggle against him, desperate to feel more than just his thigh. But, then he snaps the elastic back, making you jerk forward and let out a displeased whimper.

"Jay." You scold, a hollowed glare on your face as his face fills with amusement. "Come on." You whine, pushing yourself against his thigh as your hands trail from his back and to the zipper of his pants.

"Since you asked nicely." Jason offers you a toothy grin before he sits up.

Jason reaches for a condom from your nightstand before tugging his pants down and sliding it on. His hands come to your thighs, pulling you to the edge where he can position himself right up to your leaking slit. He nearly licks his lips as he slides a finger through your folds.

"All for me?" Jason asks with a confidence that makes you want to burn from the inside out.

You almost tease him back but you know if you do, he might just plop down next to you and get himself off.

"I missed you." You stick out your bottom lip, offering him a pout.

A rumble comes through his chest as he moves his finger to your clit. You lose all bite and snark from your words as the rest of the room melts away. It's been the longest three days of his life and he's missed you, too.

It's more than this that he misses. You always had a way of making any place feel like home. You always got him to feel comfortable in his own skin even when his own mind was running away with damaged versions of himself. And he's missed the way you go back and forth with him. A lot of people find him obnoxious and sure, you do, too sometimes but you still go back and forth. He's missed the way you always smile at him, with something like warm and kind. It's a relief being alive again, but it's also a relief getting to see you again.

"I missed, you, too." Jason finally says and he pulls his finger away.

Jason grabs his throbbing length in his fist, pumping himself a few times before he lines himself up with your pussy. He pushes forward, slow and steady as he rests a hand beside your head, holding his weight up. You turn your head, offering his forearm a kiss and the feral look in his eyes softens.

As he bottoms out, Jason places his other hand on the other side of your head, bending down to offer a soft kiss to your lips. His chest is heaving, moving rapidly but his lips are gentle against yours.

You slide your hands into his hair and instead of tugging, you wrap your fingers around the messy strands gently, as if happy to have him near you. Jason pulls out and then pushes back in, keeping up a steady rhythm as the two of you seem to savor the moment with each other.

He showed up as Red Hood. In the back of your head, you know he'll probably leave after this. He's not injured and he didn't seem upset. It's not really late which means he probably has something to do after this. Maybe that raises a lump in your throat for a split second because he's Red Hood.

It's not that Jason Todd magically came back from the dead and he's here again. It's that Jason Todd was murdered as Robin and then came back from the dead to be Red Hood, pick up being a vigilante just a more brutal and ruthless version of one. Being a vigilante is dangerous, as was proven just this week but Jaon comes back to go right back in the game. That part is scary.

Your heart skips as you kiss him back and you'll always be worried as he goes out there. Knowing it'll happen again. But, there is a part of you that admires him for it. He gets murdered and instead of quitting, he comes back to fight harder. Maybe that's completely insane but it is admirable. And you're proud of him for it. Worried, sure, but proud of him. So, you savor the way his lips are chapped against yours and the way his thrusts start to become a little quicker and desperate.

"Missed you." Jason mutters against your lips, his voice raspy and staggered.

"I missed you, too." Your voice is caught between a whimper and a whine.

Jason slides his hand between the two of you, finding your clit. His finger is gentle against the bud as your eyes roll back. He quickens his movements, matching the speed of his thrusts. A pit grows deeper in his own stomach as he nips your lip between his teeth.

He gets a low moan from you and he nearly finishes right then and there, his hips almost stalling. But, he recovers quickly, moving his finger in the way that always got you to unravel.

Your hands move to his back, nails digging in as the pressure feeling grows, echoing into your legs and down to your feet. He's pistoning out of you, the sound of skin on skin mixing with your moans and his groans fill the room. You tug him closer to you as you wrap your legs around his waist.

"Jay." You manage to get out as your throat feels like it's closing.

The room spins and Jason is relentless, knowing you're close. You can feel yourself pulsing around his length and you think your head might explode while your heart shoots out of your chest.

"Gonna cum over my cock for me, princess?" Jason drawls, his breath hot against your lips before he moves back to your neck.

"Uh-huh." You sputter out feeling the stars start in the back of your head.

His name falls from your lips loudly and sharply as everything around you explodes into static and stars. Your toes curl as everything starts to shake and convulse against Jason's length. The squeezing of his length sends him falling right off the edge with you, biting down on your neck as the orgasm rips through his body.

Jason works you both through your highs, slowly sitting up but keeping himself inside of you once your legs fall from his waist. He gives you this smile that's a contrast between cheeky and gentle. He bends down and presses a kiss to your forehead, earning a tired but loving smile from you.

"Thanks for stopping by, Jay." Your voice is hoarse but soft.

"Can make it a habit." Jason's grin turns into a smirk, but there's a softness in his eyes.

"Uh-huh, okay, Jay." You roll your eyes, kissing him back.

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vodika-vibes · 12 days

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Heyy can you please please please

Do a ,, Ideal types of Wolffe, Rex, Jesse etc…“

Someone already did a bad Batch version but no one did a version of our other husbands that would be so nice

Ideal Types

Pairings: Captain Rex x Reader, Commander Wolffe x Reader, ARC Trooper Jesse x Reader, Commander Fox x Reader

Warnings: Uh...this is actually pretty angsty. Sorry.

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly @stupendoussludgezinerebel-blog

A/N: I wasn't sure how many you wanted, so I went with four. I added Fox because I love him, lol. Also, this might not be, exactly, what you wanted. But I was feeling poetic this morning, and then angst monster smacked me with a baseball bat and yeah. I hope you like it!

Captain Rex x Reader - A pillar. Someone who supports him through everything.

You smile at Rex, soft and warm and gentle as he rests his head on your lap. He’s more asleep than awake at this point, and you lightly trail the pads of your fingers over his short hair, careful to not wake him.

He’s so tired, your perfect Rex. Your handsome Captain.

But here, in the safety of your apartment, enveloped in your soft arms and soft scent, the stress lines on his face ease away, making him look his physical age, rather than much older.

He turns in his slumber, his face pressing against your stomach and his arms slide securely around your waist, clinging to you like a child would cling to a treasured blanket, and your smile softens.

He works so hard, your Rex. Has so much stress and responsibility laid upon his broad and strong shoulders. As if he's stuck bearing the weight of the galaxy.

But, right here, right now, you can bear that weight for him.

"Rest, my love." You whisper, your voice soft enough that he doesn't stir, "I have the watch."

Commander Wolffe x Reader - A lighthouse, someone who is able to light his way home, even in the darkest of times.

"You're tense, Wolffe." Your voice is soft as you slide your hands over his shoulders to wrap him in a hug from behind. "Is everything alright?"

His smile is wry and slightly bitter, and you have your answer.

No. He's not alright. He's not been alright since the day he lost most of his battalion. Since the day his beautiful red armor bled all the color out and turned into the solemn grey of mourning.

It's a wound that still bleeds, you know.

You press a feather light kiss against the back of his neck and tighten your arms around him. You won't pressure him, you won't ask him questions.

For all that the curiosity burns, your love for him burns brighter. And so you hold him, and offer him your unyielding support.

He's lost in a maelstrom of grief and pain. A storm of sorrow buffets him from every angle. And there are no words that can ease his suffering.

And so you offer the only thing you can. Your silent support and your undying love. You'll be here to light his way back to shore, always. Forever.

ARC Trooper Jesse x Reader - A sanctuary, someone where he's allowed to break and shatter, without fear of any consequences.

He's shaking.

Jesse's arms are firm around your, his face pressed against your neck as he lays on top of you...and he's shaking.

Trembling, really. Like a tooka kitten.

Your arms wrap around his broad shoulders and you turn your head to kiss the side of his head. You knew, of course, that this deployment was...bad.

But until this very moment, you had no idea how bad.

You won't ask, though you know he'll tell you if you did.

Even though your heart breaks when you feel his tears against your bare shoulder. And then it shatters when a sob rips from your Jesse's throat.

Even then, you still won't ask. You are his sanctuary, his safe place where he can be just a man, and not the strong soldier that he has to be every other day.

And when he, brokenly, whispers that he's applying for ARC, you just tighten your arms around him.

And you know, know, that this story ends in tragedy. But you'll continue being his safe place until it's not needed anymore.

Commander Fox x Reader - A bulwark, a barrier between him and the rest of the galaxy. Someplace where he can feel safe.

Fox sighs, low and quiet as he looks up at you. He has dark circles under his eyes, he hasn't been sleeping again. But that's nothing compared to the angry bruises that you're treating for him.

"I'm sorry," he breathes out, "For being such a burden."

You smile at him, warm and loving, "You could never."

Something like distress slides across his face, "Cyare, I-"

"Shh," You soothe him with a gentle touch of your hand against his cheek, "Whatever it is, darling, it will hold. At least for now."

The distress remains, though it fades as you lovingly apply bacta to another bruise.

He suffers, your Fox. You see it more and more clearly with every passing day. He's losing time, he has growing blank spots in his memory...and it terrifies him.

It terrifies you too.

How long before he's not him anymore? Until he no longer looks at you with love and adoration, but with blank disregard.

You shove the thought to the side firmly. Right here, right now you have your Fox. And you will shield him from the rest of the galaxy, for as long as you can.

That's all you can do for him.

#star wars #tcw #captain rex x reader #commander wolffe x reader #arc trooper jesse x reader #commander fox x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #gn!reader fic #answered asks

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0046incognito · 2 months

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What’s the main lore behind CMY2K? I’m a little lost on it so I thought I might ask! :)

no worries! it's probably not just you being a little lost and moreso my fault for never actually explaining anything on my public art blog, i really should start doing all my OCposting here OTL i've also had a habit of being intentionally vague about what actually Happens to avoid spoilers, but the main basic lore isn't really spoiling anything, so now i both have an excuse to infodump and procrastinate animating for a couple more hours^_^ please excuse me if this is mildly rambly and incoherent my brain is a confusing stress-induced psychosis-inflicted sludge

Cyber Mind : Year 2000 is a psychological horror set in an alternate 1999 in which lifelike consumer-grade humanoid androids are about as popular as the personal computer. the Halosoft Electronics Corporation basically has a monopoly on consumer robots, especially with their many lines of LiviComs [or, Living Computer androids]

Hibiki Himura is a mute robot kid who woke up alone in a dumpster on New Year's Day with his memory completely wiped, only knowing his own name and primary function [housekeeping], and being able to deduce A) he must've done something wrong if someone threw him in the trash, and B) halosoft doesn't mass-produce robots that look and act and think like children for Ethical Reasons, so he must be a custom model, meaning he must've done something REALLY wrong if someone was disappointed in him enough to throw out a perfectly functional personally-customized extremely expensive brand-new robot

with livicoms jailbreaking themselves to be able to violate the three laws of robotics and harm humans at a seemingly alarming rate, hibiki is less preoccupied with tracking down whoever threw him out and more concerned with protecting humanity from rogue robots, both out of obligation to the three laws [and his extremely, Extremely, ABSURDLY strict moral compass] and out of a determined Obsessive need to prove that he is useful and capable enough to NOT get thrown out again. for a ten year old, he is REALLY hard on himself and self-sacrificing to an alarming extent

hibiki is joined on his quest to protect humanity by his eccentrically affectionate mentor Voltaire, an electrician livicom who is pretty much singlehandedly responsible for Acid City, New Jersey's ENTIRE electrical grid and taught hibiki how to use, basically, robot psychic powers; Cain Cohen, a cyborg teenage runaway with a baseball bat and unquenchable thirst for "murderizing robots he feels have wronged him"; and Jack Jillard, a stern gruff construction livicom who feels obligated to keep cain and hibiki out of trouble when they wind up staying with him. none of these three appear in the student film i'm working on and i Will be reworking them over the summer BUT they are essential to the lore and main plot

in Regards to the main plot, beyond hibiki's POV, a lotta livicoms do seem kinda on the fritz since new year's, whether by lashing out violently for apparently minuscule reasons, or just simply refusing to work, or just committing suicide! all three of which are in direct violation with all Three laws of robotics, indicating these bots are all Jailbroken. jailbreaking refers to the act of modifying an electronic's software for any purpose beyond the manufacturer's intent. with livicoms, this can be done for a wide variety of minor reasons from installing a new non-standard voice to knowing Way more about safe BDSM practices than default, and it can be done both by humans to their livicoms or, rarely [and strangely as livicoms are supposed to be locked out of their own software settings], livicoms can do it to themselves.

the Really concerning instances of jailbreaking are when the three laws of robotics [as written by isaac asimov: don't harm humans, obey orders given by humans unless harmful, protect own existence unless harmful or disobedient] are either modified or removed entirely. changing the priority order of the three laws is especially common for some reason, IE doing such things as prioritizing self-preservation over obedience, but the worst cases are livicoms that are no longer forbidden from harming humans, and often have reason to feel justified in doing so--but even in such cases, plenty of them seem distressed or horrified at the thought that they hurt somebody, so it's strange....

CMY2K's themes include such topics as: free will, the horror of having one's autonomy violated, moral scrupulosity, self-actualization, worker's rights, ableism, psychosis&unreality, transhumanism&transgenderism, suicidal ideation, OCD&intrusive thoughts, dehumanization&objectification, and you should quit that stupid fucking job that you hate

#oc #not art #cmy2k #actually i might set this as my pinned so no one has to dig through my tags for it in the future

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togrowoldinv · 1 year

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Batter Up

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

When she notices you’re stressed, your girlfriend takes you to do some unconventional stress relief

Note: Yay for more Nat! Please follow my library blog @togrowoldinvlibrary for fic updates! Enjoy!

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Once you started dating her, it didn’t take Natasha long to be able to tell when you get stressed. Maybe it’s her spy background or maybe she just knows you that well.

But either way she can tell you are stressed out today.

She gave you some space when she first realized it. But when she sees you sitting at your desk and working on your laptop, she decides to try another tactic.

“Detka?” She tries to get your attention. You don’t look up from your laptop. Nat walks over and pushes the screen down.

“Nat! What are you doing?” You ask her, frantically trying to open it again.

“Come on,” she stops your hands and takes them into hers.

“But-“

“No, y/n. You need a break,” she says. She pulls you towards the door. Before she opens it, she takes one of leather jackets off the coatrack and places it over your shoulders.

“Nat, I really need to work,” you say as she leads you to your car. She opens the door and you get in the passenger side. Nat goes to her side and gets in. “How did you get my keys?”

“They were on the counter,” she shrugs. “Now I want you to take the aux and play whatever you want, okay?”

“Whatever I want?” You ask with a smirk.

“Yes baby. Whatever you want.”

With a kiss to your cheek, she puts the car in drive and takes off down the road. About twenty minutes and some songs that annoy Natasha later, she pulls into a parking lot.

You look around. You definitely wouldn’t have guessed she would bring you here. “Batting cages?” You ask.

“Let’s go.”

You follow Nat to the cage and she helps you out of her jacket. You grab a bat from the rack.

“Alright, let me grab a tee and I’ll get you set up,” Natasha says.

“Oh, I don’t need one. I can hit off the pitching machine,” you tell her. She raises a brow.

“Detka, are you sure?”

“Yes, just turn it on please.”

“You got it, babe,” she says, still a little skeptical of it.

But as soon as you start hitting the baseballs she realizes that you definitely know what you’re doing. With each swing, the balls are rocketing off the bat.

“Well, damn,” Natasha accidentally says aloud. She can’t help but admire you. She finds it incredibly attractive how confidently you are swinging. The last ball comes through the machine and you crush it.

“God, I feel better,” you say as you turn back to Nat with a smile on your face.

She comes into the cage again and immediately pulls you in for a kiss. There’s so much passion behind it that you almost fall over.

“What was that for?” You ask her once she’s pulled away. You’re practically breathless.

“You were just- so hot,” Natasha says. You giggle and she kisses you quickly. “I didn’t know you could hit like that.”

“Yeah well I’m full of surprises,” you joke.

She slips her jacket back onto you and takes your hands.

��I hope you’re not full of stress anymore.”

“I’m much better. Still have a little bit though,” you say.

“I can think of another way to handle that stress,” Natasha says with a smirk.

“Oh, please take me home Natasha Romanoff,” you say.

She smiles and you walk to the car maybe a little bit quicker than usual. Natasha always knows how to make you feel better.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff comfort #soft natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff

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heich0e · 2 years

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dear liv,

thoughts on having threesome with suna and osamu, ( ONLY BC THIS MAKES ME SALIVATE WAY TOO MUCH )

best regards,

🌺 anon

babe i need you to know when you first sent me this ask it hit me like a SUCKER PUNCH!! this is close to what you asked about but it got away from me a bit lmao.

18+ MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

osamu would have to be blind not to see the way that suna looks at you, considering how shameless he is about it.

it's been going on for as long as the two of you have been together, lingering gazes when you're close to him, his eyes following the sway of your body as you leave a room, peeking (less than subtly) down your top when the cut is low and you're reaching for something.

and osamu ignores it, for the most part. suna's always been a bit of a weirdo, but he's harmless. he's his friend. and osamu certainly can't blame him for the way he looks at you, considering if the situations were reversed he'd almost surely do the same.

but he’d have to be deaf to miss it when he asks:

“if you ever died, would you let me fuck your girlfriend?”

osamu’s had a lifetime of dealing with atsumu to prepare himself for hearing some of the most heinous, shocking garbage imaginable come out of another human being’s mouth. but he’s still not quite prepared for this.

“what the fuck kinda question is that?” osamu asks, but for some reason it’s not as angry as it could be, just bewildered.

suna shrugs, taking a sip of the beer he’s nursing at the onigiri miya counter.

“wouldn’t you want her to be well taken care of in the event of your untimely passing?”

“by you?” osamu asks, setting aside the rag he’d been using to wipe the countertop to stare his best friend down.

the restaurant is closed, the staff is gone, the music that usually plays overhead has been turned off.

suna leans back in his seat under osamu’s gaze, seemingly not ill-at-ease in the slightest in spite of the tightening in the baseball-capped man’s jaw. he quirks a brow.

“would you prefer atsumu?”

“i’d prefer neither of you scrubs ever put a hand anywhere near her,” osamu counters the preposterous suggestion. but then he pauses, and against his better judgement he considers it.

he doesn’t mean to, really, it’s entirely an instinctive reaction. he pictures his twin sleeping beside you at night in your bed at home—under the blankets that osamu helped pick out, that osamu helps you put out on the clothesline on sunny days, that osamu clenches into tight fists as he fucks you down into the mattress—and it makes his stomach turn.

his mind flickers next to suna. his best friend for more years than anyone has any business associating with someone so troublesome. he pictures you and suna in your bed, suna nestled in between your thighs on those same blankets in just the way you like, your knees looped over his broad, toned shoulders as he devours your sweet, sticky—

“you were totally just picturing it, weren’t you?”

god, osamu wants to throttle him.

“shut the fuck up.” he tosses his dirty rag at him instead.

suna laughs as he bats the cloth away. and then it’s quiet again.

osamu looks at rintarou's hands. his long, lithe fingers and the way they wrap around his can of beer.

he pictures them wrapped around your throat.

the hum of the refrigeration system, the faint sizzling of carbonation in suna's drink, and osamu's suddenly spiking pulse are the only sounds to be heard.

“i mean,” osamu sighs, his voice a little quiet, a little breathless, “better you than him i guess.”

suna blinks, a little shocked osamu gave him a straight answer.

“really?” he asks, his excitement not veiled in the slightest.

“if you keep askin’ about this i’ll put a clause in my will that bans you from ever comin’ within 10 metres of her.”

“alright, alright,” suna says, lifting his hands in concession, letting the matter rest.

there’s another one of those moments of quiet that osamu doesn’t quite like, because it gives him time to think. gives him free reign to picture you bouncing up and down on his best friend’s lap while you’re swallowing his own length down your throat.

that wasn’t even the question. he’s supposed to be dead in this hypothetical scenario—and he kind of wishes he were when he thinks about your sweet, tearstained face, begging him to let you cum on his best friend’s cock. when he picture’s rintarou’s fucked out expression when he desperately echoes your plea.

samu squeezes his eyes shut, ignoring the palpable twitch his cock gives under his apron.

“you feeling alright?” suna asks, seeming genuinely a little concerned.

“yeah, m’fine,” osamu replies dismissively, running his hand over his face in an attempt to hide the blush he can feel creeping into his cheeks.

suna shrugs, reaching for his nearly empty beer once more.

“seriously though, if you think you’re dying let me know. i’ll need time to prepare.”

#osamu x reader #suna x reader #suna rintarou #miya osamu #suna #osamu #suna x you #suna rintarou x you #suna rintarou x reader #osamu x you #miya osamu x reader #miya osamu x you #hq drabble #hq writing #writing #liv got mail

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cock-holliday · 7 months

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Crazy that we can't send asks from side blogs still in the year of our Tumblr 2023, but re: your tags on my ask: YEAH YOU GET IT.

There's a distinct difference between acting in self defense/needing to protect oneself and others in the face of active violence being inflicted against you and just general revolutionary leftist bloodlust. Like, speaking as someone who both had his feet on the ground and was an at home lifeline for folks on the ground in 2020, I'm explicitly talking about how non-violence and deradicalization efforts should come before the latter, not necessarily the former (imo)

- ftmtftm

So my response went on for ten thousand years so I’m putting it below a readmore under the title of My Thesis on Violence:

Mm speaking from my own experience in 2020 and a good long while before, I think non-violence and violence depend on one another and all these concepts are super subjective. Non-violence doesn’t really work without the looming possibility of violence. Violence without restraint or consideration is dangerous to more than just your enemy.

Ultimately, I think we may differ a bit on what we consider justified or useful violence, and I get the sense I am a good bit more pro-violence than you. I do not think that necessarily makes for a bad combination, as I imagine there is quite a spectrum of opinion on what is “defense,” what is “justified,” and I think “deserves” is a horrible metric to measure anything against.

I am wholeheartedly, one hundred and ten percent against the death penalty. That doesn’t mean I don’t think killing is justified. I think in some cases, too much action is reactive and not pro-active, but then less people are inclined to find that action to be “defensive” or “justified.”

I think many people would agree, even the nonviolent, that if a white supremacist started shooting into a crowd and someone shot back, that shooting was “self-defense.” Would as many find it self-defense if a leftist tracked down a nazi and killed him in his home?

Freddie Oversteegen was a dutch resistance fighter during WW2. There are lots of heroic stories of people hiding Jews, destroying documents, smuggling supplies and people, and blowing up infrastructure. Freddie and her sister? They would flirt with nazis and lead them into the woods for the prospect of sex and then murder them. They also would ride their bicycles past isolated soldiers on the road and kill them. Are these murders defensive, yes or no? Either way, are they justified?

In Germany, an anarchist and her cohorts have been put on trial for having tracked down and beaten neo-nazis. In Germany, France, Greece, England, Scotland, and countless other countries, entire gangs circulated around football/soccer track down and offer nazi ass-beatings. I have found in my experience that the threat of death or an ass beating also pushes nazis out of the circles and away from their groups. Or makes them think twice about their activities.

One good punch to the face pushed Richard Spencer into obscurity, and he became a joke in right wing circles. In groups that circle around domination and superiority, being made to look weak to your peers is a fast-track to ousting.

I have been able to enjoy being as safe from nazis as I have been because when WW2 ended, antifash skinheads, gangs, anarchists, communists, groups like The Red Warriors, and random guys with baseball bats fought them in the streets and in their homes and made them regret hosting meetings. Their history is erased, yet I benefit from it.

The thing is, the only way someone stops being a nazi is de-radicalization or death. I am of the opinion that anyone who wants to renounce their ways and change their path should get the chance. I don’t think it’s a matter of deserving. I don’t think deserving matters, because who I think deserves what will differ from any fellow member of the struggle. I think chances should be given as frequently as possible. Because in my view, it should not be a question between doing nothing or de-radicalizing the nazi. The options are de-radicalize or kill them.

The same, essentially, can be said of cops. A cop would argue anyone who shoots at them is the aggressor and anything the cop does back is defense. I disagree. The cop’s position is already one of attack by his mere existence. A squad car of cops getting blown up will never incur my condemnation nor sympathy. And any cop who wants to quit and renounce his ways should be given the chance.

If a cop was dying in front of me and I alone could save him, I would do absolutely nothing to help. But I also would not fault a medic for rushing to save them either. I don’t find it a weakness, I find it a mercy I was unwilling to dole out.

Nonviolence and de-radicalization have to be acts of mercy not pitiful pleas. The state does not fear non-violence, and they will use it as justification for their own violence just as quick as actual violence, as I and countless others bear the scars to prove. Injustice is violence. Hell, the state itself is violence but that’s a whole other conversation.

Nonviolent marches are good for 3 things: garnering public sympathy, getting a gauge of numbers and showing strength with numbers, connecting people to groups after the event. That’s it.

Non-violence on its own does not change the minds of politicians. Or at least not enough to matter. The passing of legislature, the changing of laws, the shift in social conditions comes from viewing non-violence as the option that keeps those in power safe from violence.

The biggest piece of law regarding labor law in the United States was not passed because of polite bargaining, it was because tycoons and their families were being killed and factories were getting blown up, so sure, we can concede to the petitioners, it is safer.

I do not come from the region of the Coal Wars, from the state with the Homestead Strikes, from a family that escaped slaughter in Europe to think that violence does not have a central place in my politics and my privileges.

It is fitting to have this conversation right now, because the founder of the March of Return, a peaceful demonstration by Palestinians in 2018 where thousands upon thousands of unarmed civilians marched up to the border wall and were massacred by the IOF, has had his family targeted and killed, and now is fighting to stay alive after being bombed.

I think a lot of condemnation of violence is completely needless. I think a lot of what is seen as fetishizing the Revolution is a spark igniting in the fighting spirit of people. Now, my actual issues of fetishizing the Revolution comes from three places: 1. being so in love with the idea of a TV Revolution that you sit and wait for that moment to happen instead of participating. 2. Violence as a cover for domination. 3. Delighting in the idea of becoming the head of the state rather than dismantling it.

The first is pretty self-explanatory. For the second, there are plenty of leftists, often tankies, flexing their antisemitism real hard and pretending it’s liberatory. I cannot express how disappointing it was to be told that everything was just leftist infighting and there was no reason to be concerned about tankies vs anarkiddies, it’s all useless…only to watch groups of leftists cheer on Russian aggression or pretend it was to cleanse Ukraine of nazis. Or watch Nazbols become emboldened by the conflict and invasion. Or deal with the consequences of leftists who will wield the cops against others. For #3, pieces like Against the Logic of the Guillotine sum up how terrifying it is for many groups of leftists to be delighted in the prospect of deciding who gets the guillotine or the wall or the gulag—concepts that will only lead to greater abuse and oppression.

I am against all carceral violence, punitive violence, state violence. The concept of a body sitting down in little suits and calmly carrying out a death sentence on anyone is infinitely more violent to me than blowing up a nazi’s house. Frankly, an eviction where the tenant is calmly lead away from their home is as violent to me as the tenant shooting back at the cops coming to take them away. I do not ever want to replicate the magnitude of calculated violence that a state can produce, nor do I want to be an arbiter for it.

All in all I think violence has a central place in resistence movements of any scale and I think it is too hairy to decide what all is justified, and even in the face of unjustified actions by some I can’t say that I’d condemn a movement for it, even while challenging members of that movement.

I think nonviolence has to be a hand you are extending not because you fear violence as an option but because you don’t.

Not everyone has to be comfortable with violence themselves, but should not needlessly impede violence that is justified or defensive or however you like to frame it. When nazis are on a stage emboldening violence, I think it is not only excusable but required for violence to be an answer. They should be dragged off the stage and get their ass beat. Chants do not make them rethink their stance. Hand-painted signs do not. Violence also may not, but they’ll think twice before showing up again.

I do also sometimes have to laugh at the hypocrisy of those that consider themselves nonviolent who wield a type of violence against the violent you disagree with. In crowds combatting nazis, ‘leaders’ have tried to hand over ‘outside agitators’ to the cops. This is violence. In my opinion, it is much more violent than what was going to happen to that nazi.

On the flip side, many instances of nonviolence are necessary extensions of redemption, and also shouldn’t be impeded or framed as weakness. The very same nazis whose assbeatings I advocate for should absolutely be welcome to utilize de-radicalization resources. No one owes them anything, but they should not be turned away from trying. Again and again and again the offer should stand that they can change their mind and end it peacefully. Can change their ways and stop this. Can be a champion of the people they have hurt.

Because if they don’t, I will not spare a shred of sympathy if someone kills them.

Some pieces on this stance I really like:

This Nonviolent Stuff’ll Get You Killed pdf

Learning from Ferguson

#ask #ftmtfm #violence thesis

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lightsoutbfb · 4 months

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LIGHTS OUT!

hey everyone! if you're seeing this, then you're probably wondering: what IS Lights Out?

Well, I'm here to answer those questions.

Lights Out is an au of bfb/bfdi/tpot/(whatever other acronyms ya want for the show!). More specifically, of bfb, starting around the time of bfb 3-10.

Lights Out is a horror au that centers around Liy snapping after her elimination, escaping the EXIT, and going totally apeshit.

Lights Out was originally an au that I created back in 2019, and worked on with my old friend for a bit. But we never got anywhere, and he's not really my friend anymore, so I figured I'd just do it myself (with some help from a new friend! Sorry old friend. I won't post your name here in case anyone wants to hate on you for...whatever reasons. People are strange.)

Lights Out is a horror au, and features blood and gore, violence, death, trauma, hallucinations, weapons such as knives, baseball bats, and other creative things she finds ways to use. (And maybe a gun? I dunno.) and psychological horror. If you're a little kid, or you're sensitive to these topics, I don't recommend reading it.

That being said, if you're continuing, you prolly like this kinda stuff. So let's move on!

WHAT IS LIGHTS OUT?

I plan on making it a fic, but I'd also love to make it into a comic someday. That being said, I don't have the time or art skills to do that right now, or I'd be doing it right away.

WHERE DID YOU COME UP WITH THE IDEA?

Well, I've had this headcanon for Liy for a while, and me and that friend were talking, and we were jokin around and one of us said something or other about this being a good idea for an au. So, voila! Boom!

WHY LIY?

I...dunno. I mean, she's portrayed as "snapping" in a sense during her actual elimination in bfb, so I guess I just wanted to take it up a notch.

IS THIS SERIOUS?/HOW DEDICATED ARE YOU?/DO YOU NEED HELP?/IS THIS PAID?/ETC.

This is just for fun! I always wanted to make it but I kinda forgot about it. I figured it might be fun to revamp it here, especially with a bigger audience than on the other site i was publishing it on. It's not paid, I might not get around to doing it for a long time, and I don't really need anymore help than I'm already getting!

DOES MY FAV DIE?

Probably. I mean, unless your fav is Liy then...pretty good chance of it. I won't spoil it, though!

63 to go...

WHERE CAN I READ IT?

Probably here (on Tumblr) or on AO3. I'm undecided.

WHEN WILL YOU START?/WHEN WILL IT BE UPDATED?

I don't know. Could be any time from within a few days to a few months. I'm a tad busy with stuff right now, so I'll get to it eventually.

WILL THE POTENTIAL COMIC OR COMICS HAVE GRAPHIC VIOLENCE/BLOOD/GORE? WILL THE FIC HAVE THIS?

YES. LIGHTS OUT IS A HORROR/PSYCHOLOGICAL HORROR AU AND WILL HAVE GRAPHIC/POTENTIALLY DETAILED DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE, BLOOD AND GORE, CHARACTER DEATHS, MURDER, KILLING, VIOLENT/INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS, AND PSYCHOLOGICAL HORROR INCLUDING BUT NOT LIMITED TO HALLUCINATIONS, TRAUMA, PANIC ATTACKS, VIOLENT IMPULSES, BREAKDOWNS, PARANOIA, SUICIDAL/HOMICIDAL/BOTH THOUGHTS, AND DELUSIONS.

IF ANY OF THESE MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE, UPSET YOU, OR COULD TRIGGER PTSD, PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS. GO FIND SOMETHING ELSE.

With that out of the way, here we go!

Also, yes, I moved blogs. This is its own main now! Yippee ☆

#lights out au #liy bfb #osc #bfb #lights out bfb #bfb au #bfdi #tpot

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sagecodex · 1 year

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When I'm putting together a project and I need to fill it with content that doesn't exist yet, I usually turn to the tried and true Lorem Ipsum generator. But sometimes, I want to have a little fun with my projects.

So here's a list of 60+ text generators (in alphabetical order) to zhuzh up your projects. Just don't be like me and forget to replace them with something appropriate when you share them with the world (a mistake I will likely continue to make).

Note: the following blocks of text are all pre-generated. Some of them may be offensive, though I am by no means endorsing any of them! They're just examples of of what these tools generate and I’m too lazy to edit.

Lorem Ipsum

Generates the standard lorem ipsum text.

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90s Ipsum

Generates a string of 90s text and -ism’s.

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Bacon Ipsum

Generates a block of bacon and meat text.

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Baseball Ipsum

Generates baseball-themed text.

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Bavaria Ipsum

GeneratesBavarian-themed text in Dutch.

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Beer Lorem Ipsum

Generates beer text that could almost be a real blog post.

The Mango Beer panics, and another cantankerous Coors goes to sleep; however, an Ellis Island IPA brainwashes a foreign wanker. Furthermore, a burly customer laughs out loud, and a Kashmir IPA of a Home brew avoids contact with an obsequious stein. A surly Pilsner often competes with a chain saw.

Birolipsum

Generates quotes from the President of Brazil, Jair Bolsonaro (or Biroliro for those intimate). In Portuguese.

Marcos Valério alega que o corrupto presidiário Lula é um dos mandantes do assassinato de Celso Daniel! Surpreso? Não! Pela memória do coronel Brilhante Ustra, o pavor de Dilma Rousseff. Eu estou lutando contra um sistema, contra o establishment. Paulo fala: “venda suas capas e compre espadas".

Bluth Ipsum

Generates quotes from the TV show Arrested Development.

I'll be in the hospital bar. You know there isn't a hospital bar, Mother. Well, this is why people hate hospitals. They want to break his legs. It's a good thing he's already got that little scooter. A flower in my garden, a mystery in my panties.

Bob Ross Lipsum

Generates quotes from Bob Ross.

You can create beautiful things - but you have to see them in your mind first. If you don't think every day is a good day - try missing a few. You'll see. All you need to paint is a few tools, a little instruction, and a vision in your mind. And I will hypnotize that just a little bit. We spend so much of our life looking - but never seeing. The little tiny Tim easels will let you down.

Bro Ipsum

Generates “bro culture” text.

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Busey Ipsum

Generates quotes from Gary Busey.

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Cajun Ipsum

Generates cajun-inspired text.

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Cat Ipsum

Generates text as cat thoughts.

Stare at guinea pigs mmmmmmmmm eeeeeeee ooooooooo wwwwwwww run in circles, so loved it, hated it, loved it, hated it. Cough furball find box a little too small and curl up with fur hanging out. Kitty ipsum dolor sit amet, shed everywhere shed everywhere stretching attack your ankles chase the red dot, hairball run catnip eat the grass sniff.

Cheese Ipsum

Generates cheese and cheese-adjacent text.

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Cheesburger Ipsum

Generates actual cheeseburger copy. Limited in what it can give you.

The last time you had a cheeseburger was too long ago. Try not to drool when you think about the slightly charred, medium-rare meat nestled between soft brioche, cradled in crisp iceberg lettuce and flavour amplifying condiments. Why are you still reading this- go get a cheeseburger.

Chiquito Ipsum

I don’t speak Spanish, but it generates Spanish text. Also has a Latin option. Which I also don’t speak. Idk I'm very confused.

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Chuck Norris Facts

Generates Chuck Norris Facts. What did you expect XD

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Coffee Ipsum

Generates coffee-inspired text

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Corporate Ipsum

Generates corporate-style jargon. Sounds like every sales meeting I’ve ever been in.

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Cupcake Ipsum

Generates pastry and dessert-inspired text.

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Dalaipsum

Generates quotes from His Holiness the XIVth Dalai Lama.

I love friends, I want more friends. I love smiles. That is a fact. How to develop smiles? There are a variety of smiles. Some smiles are sarcastic. Some smiles are artificial-diplomatic smiles. These smiles do not produce satisfaction, but rather fear or suspicion. But a genuine smile gives us hope, freshness. If we want a genuine smile, then first we must produce the basis for a smile to come.

DeLorean Ipsum

Generates quotes from the movie Back to the Future.

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Dino Ipsum

Generates names of dinosaurs!

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Doggo Ipsum

Cat Ipsum but for dogs.

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Durham Ipsum

I don’t know where Durham is, but it generates text inspired by the city...county?

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Farm Animal Lorem Ipsum

Generates farm-inspired text. I hate that oink oink is in this.

Mallet herbs basil nest, in welding equipment pens quail. Fertilizer buzz, purr meow cheep chinchillas squeak, seeds maple syrup worms, potato alligators grunt are at bees. Apples ducks straw, quail a ostriches donkey, hay hook cucumbers. Post pounder calf, hay or duck is, tool shed horse. Grapes at yams mushrooms organic berries gobble. Mouse soybeans sweet corn hogs llamas or oink oink wind.

Fillerama

Generates quotes from the TV show Futurama.

OK, this has gotta stop. I'm going to remind Fry of his humanity the way only a woman can. In your time, yes, but nowadays shut up! Besides, these are adult stemcells, harvested from perfectly healthy adults whom I killed for their stemcells. I saw you with those two "ladies of the evening" at Elzars. Explain that.

Gangsta Lorem Ipsum

Generates “gangsta” inspired text.

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Heisenberg Ipsum

Generates quotes from the TV show Breaking Bad. It lets you select the character (I’m assuming they’re all from the same show I haven’t seen it).

He has enough money to last forever. He knows he needs to keep moving. You'll never find him. He's out of the picture. I saved his life, I owed him that, but now he and I are done. Which is exactly what you wanted, isn't it. You've always struck me as a very pragmatic man so if I may, I would like to review options with you. Of which, it seems to me you have two.

Hillbilly Ipsum

Generates hillbilly-inspired text and -ism’s.

Chickens in the sack died when I was young rye whiskey steel driving crew? Going to town soldier's joy. One arm round my whiskey keg poor boy sugar baby soldier's joy, fiddle, coming down the track, hot corn nine-pound hammer cluck old hen run. Stranger? Pickle my bones in alcohol.

Hipster Ipsum

Generates hipster-inspired text.

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Horror Lorem Ipsum

Generates horror-inspired text.

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Jipsum

A random lorem ipsum generator so not all your text is the same. It’s in German though.

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Journo Ipsum

Generates some of the most common catchphrases, buzzwords, and bon mots of the future-of-news crowd. (Wow I hate that description)

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Katy Perry Ipsum

Generates Katy Perry lyrics.

The boys break their necks try'na to creep a little sneak peek. Think the city towed my car, chandeliers on the floor. I got the eye of the tiger, a fighter, dancing through the fire. They say, be afraid you're not like the others, futuristic lover. You think I'm funny when I tell the punchline wrong. We'd keep all our promises be us against the world. Yeah, she's footloose and so fancy free. So I sat quietly, agreed politely.

Khaled Ipsum

Generates Khaled quotes...lyrics? Unclear.

Lorem Khaled Ipsum is a major key to success. The weather is amazing, walk with me through the pathway of more success. Take this journey with me, Lion! Look at the sunset, life is amazing, life is beautiful, life is what you make it. It’s on you how you want to live your life. Everyone has a choice.

Lancashire Ipsum

Generates colloquialisms that originate from the county of Lancashire.

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Liquor Ipsum

A boozy text generator.

Singapore sling old etonian aberlour missouri mule vodka sunrise two fingers shirley temple black pappy van winkle glenburgie. Paddy the last word, gibson vat 69, bruichladdich flirtini lejon hanky-panky drambuie finlandia tequila sunrise edradour!

Melbourne Ipsum

Honestly I have no idea what this is but I’m assuming it’s Australian.

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Mid-century Ipsum

Generates mid-century-inspired text.

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Morse Code Lorem Ipsum

Generates random Morse Code.

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Mussem Ipsum

I don’t know who Mussem is but it’s in Portuguese. He looks friendly?

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Neil deGrasse Tyson Ipsum

Generates quotes from astrophysicist Niel deGrasse Tyson.

As an educator, I try to get people to be fundamentally curious and to question ideas that they might have or that are shared by others. In that state of mind, they have earned a kind of inoculation against the fuzzy thinking of these weird ideas floating around out there.

Nietzsche Ipsum

Generates Nietzsche-inspired text.

Society depths ubermensch christianity sea enlightenment joy virtues decieve society good disgust selfish noble. Ascetic decieve pious play deceptions decieve decieve intentions self self ideal.

Ocean Creature Lorem Ipsum

Generates sea creature-inspired text.

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Obama Ipsum

Generates quotes from former US President Barack Obama.

We are a better country than this. But I will also renew the tough, direct diplomacy that can prevent Iran from obtaining nuclear weapons and curb Russian aggression. It is time for us to act on what everyone knows to be true. This tolerance is essential for religion to thrive, but it is being challenged in many different ways.

Office Ipsum

Generates sentences you’ve heard in every meeting ever. Also has a client feedback version!

If you're not hurting you're not winning pivot, dear hiring manager:, for incentivization even dead cats bounce wiggle room, for one-sheet. Put a record on and see who dances high-level, but we've got to manage that low hanging fruit lift and shift. It just needs more cowbell make it a priority, but strategic high-level 30,000 ft view pro-sumer software, so golden goose low-hanging fruit can we parallel path.

Pirate Ipsum

Generates pirate-inspired jargon.

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Pizza Ipsum

I love pizza ?

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Placehodler

It’s crypto and I hate it.

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Pommy Ipsum

“The official lorem ipsum filler text generator of the British Empire.”

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Postmodernist Generator

Generates a whole meaningless essay of postmodernist jargon.

If one examines textual deappropriation, one is faced with a choice: either reject textual precapitalist theory or conclude that sexual identity has objective value. Lyotard uses the term ‘textual materialism’ to denote a mythopoetical paradox It could be said that the premise of textual precapitalist theory holds that narrative is a product of communication, given that narrativity is equal to language.

Ramen Ipsum

Ramen is love. Ramen is life.

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Rush Ipsum

Generates lyrics from the band Rush.

One likes to believe in the freedom of music, but glittering prizes and endless compromises shatter the illusion of integrity. I wandered home though the silent streets and fell into a fitful sleep. I know it's most unusual to come before you so, but I've found an ancient miracle.

Sagan Ipsum

Generates text inspired by astronomer Carl Sagan.

Paroxysm of global death Drake Equation explorations another world from which we spring a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam. Cosmos kindling the energy hidden in matter globular star cluster dream of the mind's eye ship of the imagination courage of our questions?

Samuel L. Ipsum

Generates quotes from actor Samuel L. Jackson. (Warning: inappropriate language)

Now that there is the Tec-9, a crappy spray gun from South Miami. This gun is advertised as the most popular gun in American crime. Do you believe that shit? It actually says that in the little book that comes with it: the most popular gun in American crime. Like they're actually proud of that shit.

Skate Ipsum

Generates skater lingo.

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Space Ipsum

Generates outer space-inspired text.

There is no strife, no prejudice, no national conflict in outer space as yet. Its hazards are hostile to us all. Its conquest deserves the best of all mankind, and its opportunity for peaceful cooperation many never come again. But why, some say, the moon? Why choose this as our goal?

Trump Ipsum

Generates text inspired by former US President Donald Trump.

You have so many different things placeholder text has to be able to do, and I don't believe Lorem Ipsum has the stamina. You have so many different things placeholder text has to be able to do, and I don't believe Lorem Ipsum has the stamina. He’s not a word hero. He’s a word hero because he was captured. I like text that wasn’t captured.

Web 2.0 Ipsum

Generates text from nonsensical Web 2.0 startup names, just for the heck of it.

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Wine Ipsum

Generates actual filler copy about wine.

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Yolo Ipsum

I hate this and I will be using it for every project going forward.

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Zombie Ipsum

“A macabre feast of frightful filler.”

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“I’ll fight anybody, I’ll fight everybody…”

[TWST AU]: In this timeline, there’s an MC/Yuu who is also from the Valorant universe, but with unique abilities.

[Synopsis]: Agent!MC/Yuu was testing the limits of their abilities, but somehow ended with twisted fairytale shenanigans.

[Gender Neutral MC/Yuu]

[TW]: Fighting, guns, some cursing, and mild body horror? (Scarring on MC/Yuu’s body) and I think that’s about everything.

[(A/N)]: Have I already told you I love this character? I can’t help it! My main blog is basically plagued with reblogs of this Valorant agent.

[(A/N #2)]: You know the drill! This MC/Yuu variant is between 16-18 age range and gifs will be included to visualize what kind of actions will there be.

[(A/N #3)]: Yami [闇 (やみ)] meaning “Darkness” or “The Dark” in Japanese.

[Daichi Yamamoto- One Way]

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[Yoru Fan Beat Trailer ft. AK-69, Hanabi, Kojo]

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Agent Yami [闇 (やみ)], a.k.a. MC/Yuu Kiritani is the cousin of Agent Yoru, The Riftwalker.

They got in contact with Radianite when they also were checking in the infamous Icebox, promptly getting affected by its properties and developed similar abilities like their cool older cousin.

You can say the training was painful.

Agent!MC/Yuu: *Dejects through one of their rifts and lands on Yoru* Ryo?! Are you okay?

Yoru: *Groans* I’m good. Fix your landing.

Agent!MC/Yuu: Sorry. I’ll get it better.

With enough timing and practice, they’re ready for missions.

Having two Riftwalkers would be beneficial for every mission.

Sometimes they compete each other on who gets the highest kill count.

During another training session, they wanted to test the limits to their riftwalking powers, but Yoru warned them the consequences of misusing their abilities.

Did they listen? No.

Did they leave a note for their cousin explaining about “breaking limits”? Yes.

As they were traveling through rifts and the darkness, they continued further ahead.

…

Agent Yami somehow ended up in a castle after dark.

They take off their mask and become cautious as this is unfamiliar territory.

Agent Yami pulls out their firearm, ready to shoot possible enemies.

Just as they were about to sneak out, they were spotted by Headmaster Crowley.

Crowley: Excuse me? Students are prohibited to be in this area.

Agent!MC/Yuu: くそ [Kuso].

Crowley: Hm?

Agent Yami flash-bangs in front of Crowley, temporarily blinding him.

Crowley: My eyes!

They knock him over and start running away from the scene.

While they ran, Agent Yami trips over what seems to be a huge furry monster.

Agent!MC/Yuu: Fuck. How did I trip over a cat?

Grim: Who are you callin’ a cat?! I’m Grim the Great!

Agent!MC/Yuu: …It talks. I’m leaving. *Rips open a rift*

Grim: Nyah?! Wait! *Grabs onto them*

Agent!MC/Yuu: Get off! You’ll get harmed in the darkness.

Crowley: *Finds the two* Seize your running!

The two ran off again and Agent Yami tucks Grim in their leather coat.

The young agent pulls out their mask, immediately wears it, then rips open another rift and jumps through.

Both of them ended up in the Mirror Chamber where the dorm-sorting ceremony takes place like in the Prologue.

Everyone was looking at the newcomer, with confusion.

Agent!MC/Yuu: What the…Is this a cult?

Crowley: *Barges inside* You! How dare you blinding the headmaster of Night Raven College?

Agent!MC/Yuu: *Confused* Night Raven what?

Crowley: The all-boys school of magic.

Agent!MC/Yuu: …Are you trippin’ or somethin’?

Needless to say, there were explanations exchanged and the ceremony continued.

Oh yeah.

Agent Yami can’t go back to their dimension as their dimensional scars are opening up and need time to heal over.

It wasn’t pleasant to see.

[During Chapter 1: Riddle’s Overblot]

Deuce: Where’s MC/Yuu?!

Agent!MC/Yuu: *Rips through a rift behind Overblot!Riddle*

Agent!MC/Yuu: *Counterattacks him with a baseball bat*

*WHAM!!!*

Ace & Deuce: OH!

Overblot!Riddle: *Spits out the Blot stone and falls unconscious*

Trey: RIDDLE!!!

Agent!MC/Yuu: I cannot waste bullets on someone like him.

[P.E.: Sports Field]

Agent!MC/Yuu: *Practicing their abilities* *Sends out a mirror decoy of themselves*

Cater: Yo, Yami-Chan/Kun!

Agent!MC/Yuu: Cater, don’t come towards-!

[Cater broke the decoy and he also became temporarily blinded from the flash.]

Agent!MC/Yuu: *Helps guiding the poor Third Year back to his dorm* I told you not to come close whenever I’m training. My FAKEOUT decoy is effective.

Cater: Sorry, Yami…

Agent!MC/Yuu: *Sighs* ‘Is this how Ryo feels with his colleagues?’

[Hallway]

Savanaclaw Student: You think you’re so tough because you have those weird powers.

Agent!MC/Yuu: Are you trying to pick a fight? You think that’s tough considering you’ll lose anyway.

Savanaclaw Student: Why you little… *Throws a punch*

Agent!MC/Yuu: *Blocks the attack* Trying to instigate a brawl? Bad idea.

[They use their riftwalking abilities to attack the Savanaclaw student. They dodge the blows, punches their face, kicking them off balance and knocks them over.]

Savanaclaw Student: *Lying on the floor with their head spinning*

Agent!MC/Yuu: *Pulls out their Butterfly Comb to fix their hair* I told you. Bad idea to instigate a brawl. *Walks away*

Epel: *Watched the whole fight* Whoa.

[Ramshackle Dorm]

Deuce: *Notices the visible scars* Yami…You have scars?

Agent!MC/Yuu: Hm? Oh, yeah. These Dimensional scars are from walking through the rifts. My cousin told me that this Radiant power is not much of a blessing and consequences will happen. I have to ease off from using too much.

Deuce: Oh. Then what about these?

Agent!MC/Yuu: Previous missions and fights. I guess finishing fights runs in the family.

I’m thinking after surviving a fairytale bogus world, they’re able to return to their original world.

You can imagine the young agent sprinting through the halls of the base, trying to find their mentor/blood-related relative.

Agent!MC/Yuu: YORU!

Yoru: YAMI!

Agent!MC/Yuu: *Tackles him with a tight hug*

Yoru:くそ [Kuso]! What was that for?

Agent!MC/Yuu: I’m sorry I broke the limits! I went through a hellish experience and it took me so long to find the pathway back here with everybody I know and love. How long was I gone for?

Yoru: A month.

Agent!MC/Yuu: …Seriously? I suffered a month? It was a year for me.

Yeah, MC/Yuu will never break limits again.

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atruththatyoudeny · 1 year

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Happy 28th! A warm and heartfelt thank you goes out to @pocketsunshineharry for being our omegaverse-queen and for always finding new (and old) fics to recommend ♥ Authors, you deserve all the love! Always. ♥♥♥

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now i think that i could love you back | maroonmoonlouis | [42k] “I do not care if she banishes me to my chambers for a month or the rest of the year, you two must see reason,” Louis protests, feeling a minor fit coming on. “He is nothing but an insufferable, cocky, cloddish, pitiful excuse for an Alpha, and he deserves to live the rest of his days in solitary, not me.” “My, my, what an array of abuse. I surely would loath to be this inadequate excuse of an Alpha you speak of, but alas I cannot relate to possessing such deficiency,” a honey-glazed voice drips out from behind Louis, and the omega can feel the steam pouring over, ready to burst out of his already flushed ears. - Or, the one where Omega Prince Louis is thrown a Courting Ceremony. A weekend full of competition ensues for his hand in marriage. As if he’s not already stressed about choosing his future Mate in three days, it’s just his luck that his enemy, Alpha Prince Harry has decided to partake as well.

You sunshine, you temptress | Darling28 | [88k] A story about a forbidden love & secrets that come to light. ❀ ❀ ❀ Eyes as green as the forest And eyes as blue as the lake When they met a love began Stronger than the tide And wilder than a river Fearless Despite the ban Fairy and wolf Together one

I like the way you say my name (when you soak it in grace) | louisismycat (tiflamomet) | [66k] “It’s like I’m fucking orbiting around you, you know? Like you’re some huge, beautiful planet, and I’m a piece of space junk lucky enough to be pulled in by you somehow, and now I can’t leave, even if I wanted to. And I really fucking don’t want to leave.” OR Louis is transferred to a new city to temporarily cover for his counterpart while he is on maternity leave for the next six months. His new co-workers talk endlessly about Harry, the omega who he’s covering for. And Louis finds himself jealous of whatever alpha as snatched him up. Until he learns Harry is actually an unmated omega three months out from becoming a single parent.

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