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hiraethmaiden  asked:

Ohohoho if it isn't all too spoilery, could you tell us more about the Superhero VN you've got planned? It sounds hella exciting!<3

Sure! Please keep in mind that these ideas are still in the EARLY stage of development and I might change up a lot of it… ^^’

In this universe, there are two different types of super-human: the “First Waves” and the “Vacs.” 

The “First Waves” are mysterious in that no one outside of the government really knows exactly how they came about, or where their powers come from. All the average person knows is that they all seemed to pop out of the woodwork at once, all over the globe… Their abilities are more mystical in nature and the MC is one of these. 

The “Vacs” received their powers through human tampering; specifically, through a series of contaminated flu vaccines that were accidentally distributed throughout parts of the US and Canada… Their powers are more varied (and closer to what we would think of when we picture traditional superheroes) and they are a lot more geographically concentrated than the “First Waves.”

The game starts out with MC who is a prisoner in an underground government research facility. Her powers are being studied, and she gets treated about as well as the average lab rat… During one experiment, a hostile extra-dimensional being is unleashed and destroys the facility, which has the unexpected consequence of freeing the MC. 

Throughout the game, it’s up to the player whether she aligns herself with the dark, inhuman force that freed her, or the semi-corrupt government that’s scrambling to protect innocent people from it. There’s also (hopefully) going to be some middle ground for an MC who just wants to be left alone…

There’s gonna be 4 potential LIs: 3 male (though one of these falls slightly into the ambiguously gendered spectrum because of… reasons), and 1 female. ^^ Also, there will hopefully be a customizable MC once again. Her powers have to be set in stone for story purposes, but I want the player to have options at least when it comes to choosing her appearance.

Thanks for asking! I’m looking forward to working on it in the future! 

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this has always bugged the shit out of me too like if he was really the wise and benevolent leader of a rebellion then where the hell did the trickster god idea come from?? why do the dalish fear fen'harel so much?? there’s gotta be a reason and homeboy’s story sure as hell doesn’t add up

theres something missing… :(

I mean according to Solas’ account: he liberated them, erased their vallaslin, banished their tyrants, then – however intentionally – made sure no one else could reach that kind of godhood thanks to the veil getting in the way.

soooo what they mad for then ???

WHAT ARE THE SIGNS MADE OF?

Aries:
The PASSION of a five year old that really wants to steal a cookie out of the cookie jar.
The CHARISMA of a potato. A charismatic potato.
The INTENSITY of an earthquake, rocking your world and your house since before years were a thing.

Taurus:
The STUBBORNNESS of a child that refuses to eat their broccoli and will cry until their parents let them leave the dinner table.
The COMPLEXITY of doing algebra problems without a calculator.
THE DEPENDABLENESS of that one friend who always tries their best to not let you or anyone else down.

Gemini:
The IMPLUSIVENESS of a middle schooler’s first kiss.
The FLEXIBILITY of a professional gymnast, constantly flipping and turning 360 degrees at a time.
The TALKATIVENESS of a child who just learned how to talk. You want to ignore them, but you can’t because they’re just so gosh darn cute. 

Cancer:
The CARE a teenager has towards their new phone for the first week of owning it.
The PASSIVENESS of someone who is always unaware of their surroundings, but for some reason always knows what’s happening around them.
The GENTLENESS of a shiny glass cup, one mistake and they can be broken right before your eyes.

Leo:
The DRAMATICNESS of an episode of pretty much every teen drama that has been on the air for way too long.
The EGO of celebrities, always inflated and is constantly validated by others, either negatively or positively.
The GENEROSITY of a teacher that decides to give the class another day to work on a tough homework assignment. 

Virgo:
The PERFECTION of opening a new book and smelling that new book smell.
The INDEPENDENCE of a tall and beautiful flower blooming in field full of dull grass and dirt.
The CRITICALNESS of a Gordon Ramsay that spends his life roasting people on twitter.

Libra:
The CHARISMA that Aries wishes they could have and 34 shades of more charisma on top of that. Loads of charisma.
The INDECISIVENESS of someone who really wants to text someone that they like, but doesn’t want to come across as desperate.
The PEACEFULNESS of feeling that everything is okay in life and being able to finally get a good night’s sleep.

Scorpio:
The EVILNESS of a villain that just wants to be understood in this complicated world.
The PARANOIA of someone that’s been hurt way too many times in another life and just came out the womb guarded.
The WIT of someone who just mastered the art of sarcasm and refuses to talk any other way.

Sagittarius:
The CURIOSITY of a child wanting to know where babies come from and will not stop until they get answer.
The HONESTY of a mom that always wants to make sure that her children look as good as she does when leaving the house.
The INTERESTINGNESS of that one strange toy from 5 years ago that you found while cleaning your room the other day.

Capricorn:
The AMBITION of a grandmother making food for her starving grandchildren on a Sunday afternoon.
The MATURITY of an adult who finally understands the concept of adulting and is pretty gosh darn good job at it.
The INTELLIGENCE of Einstein, but it may not always be used. Trust me though, it’s there. 

Aquarius:
The STRANGENESS of your cousin that everyone thought was going to be successful, but is now a professional hipster.
The REBELLIOUSNESS of a suburban teen who just discovered rap music times one hundred.
The DETACHEDNESS of someone who has not been able to find someone that they can fully trust yet.

Pisces:
The CREATIVITY of doubt and security dancing together in a flame of inspiration.
The INTUITIVENESS of a good friend that always knows when you’re upset and how to cheer you up.
The COMPASSION of sweet child who just wants to make sure that everyone around them is happy.

cryptid annabeth  . can be spotted manically working on blueprints at 3 AM. u never know what she looks like. what happened to her hair? it’s different every day. dark circles under her eyes. one time u think u saw her take her meds with a redbull but u are too afraid to ask. u are not sure if she owns a lot of the same stuff or just never changes her outfits. one time she looked ur history professor dead in the eye and said “oh, that’s right, the volcano erupted. that’s definitely what really happened.” it makes no sense but it fills u with an all-consuming sense of terror. where did she come from? nobody knows, nobody kn

Kisses {Harry Styles Smut}

PAIRING: Harry/Y/N
RATING: R lol
WORD COUNT: 10k y’all!!!
REQUESTED: nope !

this is my longest one shot, it took up like 20 pages on microsoft word lmfao !! anyways it took me a bit longer than usual bc i went through a slight block (rip) but it is finished and i’m quite proud of it!! feedback is much appreciated, it rly motivates me!! ok that’s it i hope u enjoy :-)

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anonymous asked:

So like it's pretty cool how humans figured out how to bake. Like we made edible chemistry, we like mixed all of theese reactions together to make a delicious cake. Imagine an alien seeing this for the first time.

Oh my goodness!! My first prompt! Thank you!

Hruk’ib didn’t understand why everyone was so concerned about the humans. For the most part, they were polite and friendly, they followed the orders of their superiors, and they didn’t hesitate when it came to tossing protocol out the airlock in dire times. Hruk’ib respected them and had known from Day One that these members of their crew were not just allies but assets.

So it was that when Hruk’ib smelled strange smells coming from the food preparation bay, he wasn’t too upset; a couple of the humans - Konani and Frederik - loved to work with food and did so regularly. Still, curiosity drove him to enter the bay, and it was when he entered, the doors’ hydraulics hissing open and then closed, that he sensed the excess heat.

FIRE!

He froze where he stood, every instinct of his species urging him to flee yet conflicting with the ingrained training of the fleet to make sure his crewmates were safe and away and not near fire! He couldn’t see it, there was no smoke, but he felt it – hot enough to reduce flesh to nothing more than charred ashes.

“Oh, hey, Hruk’ib!”

Hruk’ib’s head snapped around to find the two humans hovering around one of the many stovetops. In his peripherals, however (and it was a miracle in the first place that he noticed at all), he spotted the most unholy mess: white dust coating a prep table, glob-like splatters of what looked like sticky excrement in bowls and dripping onto the tabletop, and at least four or five of what looked like some kind of metal mesh trays on various nearby counters. The trays bore small, round objects that appeared solid and gave off a most enticing scent.

Then his eyes drifted back to the humans who stood uncertainly. Konani had heavy, cloth gloves on her hands and held a long, thin tray. Her brown eyes flicked from him to Frederik beside her and back again. “Um, this batch has to cool but if you want a cookie, there are some fresh ones, uh, everywhere.” She gestured with her elbow to the counters.

The humans were calm. Why were they calm in the face of fire? They weren’t that stupid. They were determinedly foolhardy at times, especially when ethanol was involved, but even humans got worried when fire threatened.

Hruk’ib forced himself to take a deep breath. The heat rushed down his throat and into his lungs – no ash, no smoke, just heat. It was a different heat, similar to when they passed too close to a star and the very ship felt like an… an oven.

The oven was not designed to give off this much heat!

“What is it that you are doing?” he asked, trying to calm down.

Konani busied herself with the…cookies, leaving Frederik to explain. “Ve are baking,” he said. “Ve asked Yensen to tveak ze oven settings because zey vere too low for baking cookies.”

“We asked permission first,” Konani added. “Captain K’alo said we could but only if we did it to one. We made a notice and everything so other crew won’t accidentally set fire to their food.”

Frederik stepped out of the way and Hruk’ib spotted the massive note tacked to the wall above the stove in question. The bright red sign was impossible to miss and the white letters were clear in both Earth’s English, as well as Hruk’ib’s native language of Jubri.

Hruk’ib nodded his head in the humans’ agreement signal. “Very well. I was afraid you had set the room on fire. We usually do not encounter this kind of heat outside of the engine cores,” he explained.

“Ah,” said Konani. “That makes sense.”

“Ve apologise for startling you, Hruk’ib,” Frederik added, pressing his palms together.

Hruk’ib smiled at the human displaying the sign for formal apology among his species. He lifted his left hand, palm turning inward and then upward to accept it, and Frederik smiled in turn.

With her hands still full, Konani simply inclined her head to him, also apologising.

“What is baking?” Hruk’ib asked.

“In a word, chemistry.” Shedding the gloves, Konani faced him fully, leaning against the counter. “It’s different from cooking because the ingredients in baking react to the heat and, if you get the recipe right, work together to create something else. It’s not like we’re roasting meat where we have to cook it to eat it safely. You can eat an unbaked cookie without much threat.”

“Alzough, zere are many people who zink you can get salmonella - zat is food poisoning - from eating ze dough because of ze raw eggs,” Frederik put in.

“Oh,” said Hruk’ib. “Then, you are conducting a chemical experiment.”

“In essence, yes. Want one?” Konani held a mesh tray out to him.

Now Hruk’ib drifted forward, purposefully ignoring the mess, and bee-lined for the tantalising aroma wafting from these strange, dark-brown discs.

“They’re a friend’s recipe,” Konani explained. “She made sure I had enough cocoa powder to last me ten solar cycles, though I’m not sure I’ll use it all.”

Hruk’ib chuckled, sensing the humour, and picked up a cookie. It was still warm between his appendages. It was solid yet somehow soft, almost moist… He flicked his tongue out, sampling, and was rewarded with a burst of flavour. He took a bite. Barely hard on the outside, it was luxuriously soft on the inside. He had never eaten one of these things in his entire life and yet something about eating it and the smell of it reminded him of home, of blankets and coziness and something that was better than camaraderie: family.

Science. This rapturous product was one of science. May the humans and their ingenuity never die out.

Hruk’ib licked his fingers before turning to the two humans who watched him with mixed expressions of humour and curiosity. “May I have another, please?” he asked.

Konani grinned while Frederik laughed.

“Of course!” she answered while Frederik continued to chortle. “But it is a universally acknowledged truth that a glass of cold milk always accompanies the eating of cookies.”

Hruk’ib took the glass Frederik gave him, interchangeably eating and drinking. Milk and cookies, together: a universally acknowledged truth, indeed.

Ok but this finale pretty much confirmed why Max hated David so much last season.
Yeah it’s obvious that Max just didn’t like authority like most kids, he would make snide comments towards Gwen but he obviously hated David a whole lot more than it just being because he was ‘authority’ and It’s pretty much because he cared too much. Coming from a background where no one cares about him Max obviously assumed that it was the norm for adults to pay little attention to him, he looked at Gwen and although she was more caring than his parents she still had the 'whatever’ attitude which Max didn’t mind but when he looked at David he was way too over enthusiastic about making sure that max had fun and that everything was ok. Max probably saw this as him lying or being fake, that he would sooner or later show his true colours and that he wouldn’t care at all because a kid growing up In a background where no one cared about him would think that no one would ever care about him. And that’s why Max put up such a big shield between him and David, why he tried to make him snap because he wanted to prove that he was right that no adult would care about him and that David was just as bad as his parents. Max was probably scared, He was scared that maybe he would fall into a trap thinking that he could have a parent figure and that he would turn out exactly the same as his own parents. It was easier for Max to shut David down than to be happy.

I don’t know when, why or where did your love for me go but I do know one thing for sure - it is gone.

And I’m not going to beg you to find it and come back to me.
You can go too.
You already have.
But now I’m letting you go from my heart too.
And my love for you?
It hasn’t turned into hate or resentment. Not even regret.
It’s just up in the sky like a dead star.
Our love is officially dead.
But it’s past is shining like it should.

—  creatingnikki 

msdistress said: I saw that civilized werewolves being super competitive when it comes to other packs, and now I can only imagine an AU where (adult) Stiles and Scott are renting a house together, and Derek moves in the same area. And while the McCall pack and the entire Hale pack (Talia, Laura, etc.) are on civilized terms, Scott and Derek just can’t help themselves. And maybe a part of the showing off is actually a way to impress (court) Stiles, as in “My lawn ornaments are much nicer than his!”

So this is kind of that, but kind of not? This is pretty silly :) Happy Halloween!


“You’re not dead,” Stiles says as Scott bangs open the door and shucks off his shoes in the next movement. They hit the wall and then bounce into an ungainly pile in the middle of the hallway that Liam will no doubt trip over when he gets home.

“Nope,” Scott says. He looks confused by that part.

“So… That’s good?” Stiles has pumpkin guts all over his hands, but offers Scott a fist bump anyway.

Scott follows Stiles back into the kitchen and then plops down across from Stiles’s half-finished jack-o-lanterns at the counter. He’s a couple weeks early, but Halloween has to be taken seriously. These are practice pumpkins.

Scott says, “It was weird. I think they’re all models. They force-fed me pie.”

Stiles arches a skeptical eyebrow.

“I mean, the pie was great,” Scott says, face screwed up. “I think they were happy I ate the whole thing?”

Werewolf metabolism, Stiles thinks sourly. He’s getting to that age where he has to watch his beer and pizza intake. It sucks. He says, “I’ll make them brownies,” and then apparently it becomes a thing.

*

Stiles doesn’t know if the Hale pack are actually all models, but they’re definitely taking the supernaturally hot thing to a whole other level.

Scott’s betas are reasonably attractive, sure, but Liam’s the size of a cave troll and Mason’s on this whole hippie-chic kick that makes him look like a train hobo.

Stiles holds out the plate of brownies and tries not to stare at Erica’s boobs. Boyd has the bulging chest of a roman gladiator and Stiles could cut his hands on Isaac’s cheekbones, it’s insane.

Stiles says, “Nice to meet you guys,” and Erica’s lip curls up and her hands hover around the plastic-wrapped plate like it’s made of poison and-or possibly oatmeal. He waggles the plate back and forth. “Promise they’re wolfsbane free.”

And then Jackson fucking Whittmore comes swanning down the staircase and Stiles says, “You’ve got to be shitting me. Jackson?”

“Stilinski,” Jackson says with a scowl.

“Lydia told us you got eaten by a giant lizard.”

Jackson scowls harder. “Fuck off.”

Stiles would like to say that the addition of Jackson makes the pack less appealing, but despite having the personality of a canned ham, Jackson still looks like he was carved out of marble. Balls.

And then someone says, “Do I smell chocolate?” from behind Stiles and he definitely does not jump three feet into the air, but it’s a close call.

He flinches and spins around and says, “Fuck my life.”

The hottest mountain man Stiles has ever seen is frowning at him and Stiles wants to bury his entire body in his beard. He wants to weasel his way under that soft-looking Henley and lick his collarbones. Stiles is ninety-nine percent sure this is Alpha Derek Hale, even though Scott had failed to prepare him for the way Derek’s eyes are eating Stiles’s soul.

Stiles wordlessly holds out the plate of brownies.

Derek takes them with a resigned silence. No one else is saying anything either, and the back of Stiles’s neck is starting to prickle with unease. Are they going to eat him now? They’d moved into town so Liam and Mason could go to the local college, expecting some kind of resistance, territorial posturing, possible brawl for dominance, but Scott had been tirelessly optimistic—even more so since the pie eating thing.

Stiles slinks around Derek, hands up. He says, “I’ll just, uh… leave now,” and backs down the sidewalk so he can see any kind of attack coming. He’s got a taser in his back pocket and he’s not afraid to use it.

The Hale pack all watch him with narrow, calculating eyes and Jackson gives him the finger.

Stiles thinks that if this is the way they react to brownies, he’s going to bake them a motherfucking cake.

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It’s exam week and I am tired. Instead of coherent content, please enjoy this list of random dialogue that I currently have no context for:



Damian listened thoughtfully until Tim got to the end. “So basically we need your help. Any questions?”

“Yes,” Damian decided, after a few seconds of silence.

“Shoot.”

“When did I give you the impression that I cared?”

“Oh come on.”

“What was my mistake?”

“We’re on a timeline here.”

“No, really,” Damian asked, raising his hands in an exaggerated gesture of confusion. “Where did I go wrong?”


“I’m confused,” Duke told him. “Red Hood Jason or Trophy Case Jason?”

For some reason, Tim didn’t seem to understand the question. He pointed across the cave, to where Hood was sorting through medical supplies. “Jason.”

“So not the Robin that died.”

Tim pointed again, slower this time. “Jason.”

“That’s… the same person?”

“Yeah.”

“He didn’t actually die?”

“Oh boy,” said Tim, biting at his lip. “No, he was definitely dead.”

Was?”

“Short-term. You really didn’t know?”

“It’s not an uncommon name?” Duke could hear the panic in his own voice, but he didn’t feel inclined to check it. “Why would I assume that one person… came back from the dead?? Instead of assuming there are two people named Jason?”

“Oh boy,” Tim repeated. He turned to Damian, who Duke suddenly noticed was smiling in a very unsettling sort of way. “You didn’t tell him?”

Damian shook his head. The smile became downright maniacal. 

Tell me what??”


“It’s a family meeting,” Dick told him. “You have to stay.”

Jason collapsed back into his armchair, glaring. “You know sometimes I think I never actually came back to life? I just died and went to hell.” He crossed his arms. “Because honestly? This could be hell.”

“Stop being dramatic.”

Jason threw him a look that clearly communicated ‘when hell freezes over’ in the most dramatic way possible, or at least that was the goal.

Dick turned away, rolling his eyes. He seemed to get the message. There, Jason thought. Nailed it. He felt better.


“What’s the holdup?” Tim asked, settling onto the couch next to Cass. “Something wrong?”

Dick shrugged. “Bruce says he has an announcement.”

“We have a new sibling?” Tim guessed.

“What? No.” Dick frowned, probably running the odds just to be sure. “Not that I’m aware of, anyway.”

“You had to think about it,” Tim noted, and then turned to face the door as Bruce finally made his entrance.

“I have an announcement.”

“We have a new sibling?”

“What?” Bruce asked. “No.” His eyes flicked upward for half a second, and then he continued, decisive. “No, you don’t.”

“See?” Tim asked. “He had to think about it.”


“I thought you were against this plan,” Duke said.

Damian nodded. “I am, but Todd and I reached an agreement.”

“Yeah?”

“Simple bet,” Damian confirmed. “If it works, I have to go to Drake’s birthday party, but if Todd dies again, I get to put ‘Damian told him so’ on his new headstone.”

“Oh,” Duke told him. “That sounds… fair.”

Damian leaned back against the wall, smirking. “I like my chances.”

[scene break]

At that point, Duke became pretty sure that the plan wasn’t going to work. He looked from Jason, up on the rooftop, to Damian, who was calmly punching numbers into his phone. “Uh. Shouldn’t we go help him?”

Damian raised a finger in a give-me-a-second kind of gesture while he put his phone to his ear. “Hello, Elliot Funeral Home? How much do you charge for gravestones? Midrange. I see. Very reasonable.”

“Damian!”

“Fine,” Damian sighed. “Thank you,” he told his phone. “I’ll be in touch.”


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Here's the thing about shows like Sense8...

It’s not mainstream. It’s not cookie cutter. Strong female leads. Compassionate male leads. Heroic poc leads. Multiple healthy lgbt relationships. Cultures around the world being respected and celebrated. Without a doubt, we should see these things regularly in media, but we don’t. And that’s why Sense8 was set up to fail.

It was exploring stories most shows wouldn’t dare touch. Those of us here on tumblr see the need for that. We crave that. But Amy from down the street doesn’t like change. Greg from work likes detective shows. Diane from church is telling everyone to boycott that show because it’s from the devil. And those are just the people who heard of the show… It doesn’t get promotion ads during The Walking Dead. It doesn’t come on directly after Grey’s Anatomy. It doesn’t even come on a channel so that people might accidentally switch over and be captivated by its beauty.

The burden of promotion fell on Netflix. They want to claim it was too expensive. That there weren’t enough viewers to offset the cost of production. And I’m sure that’s true, but whose fault was that?

I learned about Sense8 through friends from here, where a show like Sense8 is accepted and even celebrated. Unless I actively sought out information about the show, I didn’t see anything about it on any other social media sites. I’ve seen people talk about Stranger Things, OitNB, Making a Murder, etc. all over the place, but silence when it came to Sense8.

When I think about why, the answer is pretty clear: Netflix didn’t bother to promote their own show. I don’t have cable, which means I spend a decent amount of time on Netflix, but I never saw Sense8 on the main screen. It wasn’t in my suggestions even though it is very much in line with my “type” of show. It didn’t pop up in the new arrivals sections. Hell, after I started watching it, I would often have to dig for it in my recently watched section. Even when it was the last show I watched, it would get booted to the end of the line.

Netflix took a show with the odds stacked against it from the get go and did absolutely nothing to promote it. With this type of show, word of mouth is key. It has to be promoted enough not just to pique interest but to demand viewership. They needed to shove that show down everyone’s throats the way they do with OitNB or Stranger Things or even shows that aren’t even their own like Riverdale. But they didn’t.

This is on Netflix. They failed to help a beautiful and captivating and thought-provoking show thrive. They gave up on it when it deserved so much more. And I will be bitter about it for the rest of my life.

safe haven

Summary: Eggsy’s safe haven is in the last place he would’ve thought to look.

Pairing: Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Warnings: Language, angst

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: This is somewhat rushed, but I just had to get this out, especially after seeing K:TGC. Hopefully you all enjoy this! | masterlist


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Mirror, Mirror (Tom Holland Smut)

request: nah i woke up and this concept popped into my head bc i’m 4ever alone + occasionally sexually frustrated bc of thomas stanley holland

short summary: tom makes sure u know how to take care of yourself while he’s away if u get my drift ;)

length: 1.8k words

warnings: this is smut. lol. slight daddy kink. a bit of choking.

A/N: this is my first time writing smut let’s hope all the times i’ve read smut have prepared me for this moment. amen. lol i half proof read this don’t come at me (also just got a new macbook yesterday so i’m christening it by writing smut LOL)


“I don’t want you to leave Tom,” you pouted. He would be leaving for Montreal in the morning to start shooting for Chaos Walking. Even though you were a major fan of the books and their author, Patrick Ness, you weren’t ecstatic at the prospect of your boyfriend leaving you for such a long period of time. 

“You know I have to,” he replied with a sigh as he cuddled you tighter. The two of you had opted to spend the night in watching movies and soaking up each other’s presence for one more night. “But we don’t have to worry about that until the morning.” You simply hummed against his chest in response. 

“But what am I going to do without you? Who will take care of me?” you mumbled with a frown. You knew you sounded clingy, but at the same time you didn’t really care. You wanted him to stay. Tom pulled away from you slightly so he could look you straight in the eye.

“I’ll always take care of you, darling. You know that,” he said with a serious expression. Of course you knew that mentally, but physically he couldn’t if he was all the way in Canada. He didn’t seem to understand, so you decided to show him.

Getting up and straddling Tom’s sitting form, it was your turn to look him straight in the eye. His hands instinctively went to hold your hips. Slowly grinding yourself down on him, your boyfriend’s eyes began to darken slightly with lust.

“You can’t take care of me like this, though, babe,” you whispered next to his ear as you dragged your hips excruciatingly slowly over his growing erection. Starting to leave a line of light kisses down his jawline, he stops you.

“Then why don’t I show you what to do while I’m gone, then?” he challenged, lightly stroking your slightly arched back.

“Alright then Holland, show me how it’s done,” you replied with a smirk. The second the word “done” left you lips, he threw you over his shoulder, taking you from the living room into the bedroom. Instead of dropping your body on the bed like you expected, he set you down in front of the full length mirror next to your closet. Oh.

Sitting behind you, Tom situated you so you were sat in between his legs. Taking a look into the mirror, you almost laughed at your appearance. You were clad in one of his t-shirts, a random pair of blue panties, and your favorite green fuzzy socks. Tom was sporting a pair of gray sweats and nothing else. Wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer, he rested his chin on your head.

“Don’t worry princess, daddy will make sure you’re all taken care of,” he purred softly. You shivered in anticipation as he moved his chin from your head to your shoulder, looking at each of your reflections in the mirror. “Does that sound good?” you merely nodded your head, but he gave you a brief slap on the thigh.

“Use your words, darling,” Tom reprimanded with a shake of his head. 

“Yes, daddy,” you whimpered. He smiled and softly stroked the area of your thigh he’d smacked.

“Why don’t we get this off then, hm? Don’t take your eyes off of the mirror,” he requested, tugging on the shirt adorning your body. You slowly lifted your arms, and Tom tugged it off of you, both of you watching his actions in the mirror with eager, lustful expressions. 

“My beautiful girl,” Tom said breathlessly as he drank in your appearance. You’d forgotten that you ditched your bra earlier in the day and instinctively raised your arms to cover your breasts.

Tom frowned and halted your actions. “You truly are the most beautiful angel, you know?” he then gave u a brief kiss on the cheek as you blushed.

His hands started to travel south at an agonizingly slow pace starting at your chest as every sense in your body seemed to sharpen and electrify. The fact that he was making you watch seemed to awaken something inside of you. You could feel your panties dampening and he hadn’t even reached down there yet. A small whimper made its way out of your throat.

“Please, baby,” you whispered. Tom merely shushed you.

“All in due time, princess, all in due time.” Moments later, he had one hand between your legs, with his opposite arm wrapped around your waist protectively. 

“Do you ever touch yourself, thinking of me, while I’m gone?” he questioned, the hand in between your legs stroking you inches away from where you needed him most.

“No, daddy,” you replied honestly. You always thought about trying it, but never felt it would be as satisfactory as when your boyfriend was there to do it for you. 

“Hmm, while that’s the answer I love to hear, we’re going to have to change that aren’t we? I don’t want you to suffer too much while I’m away.” He started to leave a trail of kisses from your shoulder to your throat while still avoiding plunging his glorious fingers into your pussy.

Just as you were about to beg, his pushed aside your panties, too impatient to take them off, and began to viciously pump a finger, in and out. You couldn’t help the moan that pierced the air from your throat.

“More, Tom, I need more,” you moaned as your hips kept squirming and bucking up. His arm kept you from moving too far.

“I can’t give you more unless you keep still, darling,” he said with a slight laugh. It took everything in you to keep yourself from thrashing wildly to do as he said. You could feel his thumb resting on your clit and you desperately wanted him to do something, anything, to add to the pleasure you were feeling.

“Wrap your hand around my throat,” you said suddenly, surprising both him and yourself. Unsure of where that idea had come from, you strangely didn’t regret it. The more and more you thought about it, the more and more you wanted Tom do it. He, on the other hand, seemed unsure.

“Are you sure?” he said hesitantly, seeming to break out of the trance he was in. He stopped all movements to look at you directly through the mirror. But you nodded.

“Like…nothing crazy, but yeah. I really want you to.” you replied confidently. “I’ll just scratch your arm or something if it’s too much.”

After a few more seconds of deliberation, he removed the arm he had wrapped around your waist, raised it, and carefully wrapped his hand around your throat. 

“Like this?” he asked, slightly weary. But you were just fine.

“Actually…just a little tighter,” you said quietly. He did as you asked, taking care not to completely block your airways. And you loved it.

“Perfect,” you sighed in content. He plunged back into your pussy, this time adding a second finger. With the added pleasure of him slightly choking you mixed with the delicious sounds of his fingers entering your pussy at a rapid pace, you felt yourself clenching.

After a few short minutes of bliss, Tom promptly removed his fingers, sneaking them to his mouth for a quick taste. You whined in protest, but he grabbed one of your hands, taking a two fingers and sliding them where his hands used to occupy. Guiding your movements, he began to help you get yourself off.

“Just like this,” he rasped as he guided your two fingers in and out. As soon as he helped you set a rhythm, he guided your thumb to rest on your clit, rubbing gentle circles. He then removed his own hand from the equation, instead fondling your breasts as you fingered yourself.

You spared a moment to glance in the mirror. Your cheeks were red and your eyes looked to be glazed over in pleasure. You watched as Tom squeezed and pinched at your nipples, his other hand still wrapped securely around your throat, letting out a borderline pornographic moan at the multitude of events occurring.

“See, darling, it’s not so hard. You know you love it,” he said with a smirk, trailing a line of kisses from the back of your neck to your shoulder blades. It was all too much, you felt like everything was too much. But you didn’t want any of it to stop, quite the contrary you wished it would never end.

“T-Tom, I-I’m really close,” you barely got out. “Can I cum? Please?” you always had to ask him before you came, one of his rules.

“I don’t know darling,” he said as he gave you a once over. He could see you were on the verge of truly being wrecked. He smiled, loving the fact that you could bring yourself to unravel like this. 

Not being able to deny you for much longer, he finally gave the permission you craved. “Go ahead princess, cum all over your pretty fingers for me. Watch yourself come undone by your own fingers,” he commanded as he forced your head upwards to look in the mirror.

The sight of yourself and your boyfriend behind you brought you to your orgasm, one of the deepest and most intense ones you’ve felt in a while. You couldn’t manage to keep your eyes open the whole time, but you kept working your fingers and rubbing furiously at your clit as Tom nipped at your skin.

The world seemed to come crashing down as your legs shook almost violently. Moans of Tom’s name and a colorful variety of curse words fell from your lips until your throat ached for air and a deep rest.

Tom replaced your fingers with his own as you came down from your high. Finally taking a moment to close your eyes and lean your head back into his shoulder to rest, you almost felt a bit embarrassed. You had like that a lot, and hadn’t known that you could make yourself feel that good. But you didn’t know if Tom was into choking like that.

When your breathing returned to normal and your orgasm was spent, he slowly removed his fingers from your pussy. Bringing them up to your mouth, he tapped your lips.

“Want a taste, princess?” he asked innocently. You nodded, opening your mouth, sucking his fingers dry while looking him dead in the eye. You could feel his throbbing erection against your back and smirked, releasing his fingers from your mouth with an audible pop. He groaned loudly.

Picking yourself up from the carpet and readjusting your panties, you bent over in front of his face to pick up your previously discarded shirt. Through the mirror you could see him ogling your ass, just as you anticipated. He was putty in your hands.

“Well I think I need a shower,” you said with a mischievous smile. “Would you care to join me?” Tom stumbled to his feet, his erection clearly showing in his sweats.

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” he said quickly as he practically dragged to the shower and fucked you senseless.


please give me feedback was this good was this shitty how can i improve i would love to know! my first smut attempt so…sorry LOL. but hopefully will improve as i write more. also if y’all have any requests lmk :)

Your senior year roommate calls herself Clarity. She’s very small and rumpled and distant, and she goes for long walks in the forest south of campus when she’s frustrated. You aren’t friends, but you coexist peacefully. It’s enough.

The creature on your co-owned Walmart futon isn’t Clarity.

It looks like her. Enough to fool a casual observer, certainly. Enough to fool someone who hasn’t been soldering sterling silver for six hours. But you have, and the truth of silver lingers, and the Thing That Looks Like Clarity is sprouting delicate flowers from the skin of its bare shoulders.

It’s sitting cross-legged and perfectly, terribly still, tracking your eyes as you take all this in. When you sigh and set down your backpack, it says, “Hello, smith. There didn’t seem to be any sense in pretending.”

“Jeweler,” you say, and, “I go by Florence, these days. What should I call you?”

It blinks, languid and slow. “I’m not here to usurp. I’m a… placeholder.”

“It’s still confusing as shit, my guy.”

It considers this at length. Finally, with the air of one who has just solved a great puzzle, it says “Claire. We will know, the two of us.”

“Works for me. Nice meeting you, Claire.”

And that seems to be all there is to say. Your roommate’s been stolen by the Fair Folk, you’re living with a changeling, and there’s not much you can do about either of these things. You scroll through Instagram until it gets tired of watching you and wanders out into the hallway.

So that’s Claire.

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What it's like to be an INTJ

- Constantly watching one (or more) person and tracking their movements so you know their pattern. Like a high school teacher; watching how they move around the room to determine if/when they will come to you, paying attention to who they call on, etc.

- Wanting to be touched, but wrenching away when a stranger barely touches you. Then feeling where they touched you and how it felt for hours. You want a hug from someone (they have to be really close to you) but not sure if you’re able to handle being touched again yet.

- Being lonely but being surrounded by dozens of people.

- Wondering why other people can’t have the same intellect level as you.

- Those moments where you have 0 common sense. All of it just goes out the window. (You’re never too sure when it’s going to come back.)

- Looking for the most efficient route in a scenario, and zig-zagging until you get there. Namely in a crowd of people.

- Having a deep, dark aesthetic. (People call you emo, but you’re not. Or maybe you are. Who knows.)

- Devoting all of your time to one sole thing, learning all you can about it, until you’re forced to move on.

- Hating jobs that force you to do mindless work for hours upon end. It’s better if you’re actually doing something, not being a zombie.

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so hey guys i’m doing a giveaway!! because i’m not really that interested in haikyuu!! anymore and i’d rather these go to good homes where people can u know. enjoy them. also i don’t have the boxes for a lot of them because they either got thrown away or i lost them in the hellpit of my house or i left them because too big for luggage, though the buttons that aren’t the bigger lev button i just found on ebay so i’m not sure where those come from. basically the moral of the story is keep ur merch boxes my friends.

so there’s no point in me selling them. so i’m giving them away! 

i’ll just. u know. throw everybody’s name in a randomizer and pick two winners. woohoo.

1st prize winner gets to pick 3 figures, one mini figure, two straps, a choice of the oikawa squishable thing whose name i cant remember or the kenma plush pin, and 4 buttons!

2nd prize winner gets everything else!

i have some rules too! be sure to read them before entering the giveaway.

1. u have to reblog to be officially be entered in the giveaway. however, if u have reblogged, u can also like for an extra entry. reblogging a lot will not get u more entries. u can only have 2 entries so dont be greedy and try to get more!
2. u dont have to follow if u want to enter the giveaway but if u want to i guess go for it? i dont post much hq anymore lmao
3. no giveaway blogs!
4. please get back to me if u are the winners within a week or i will pick a new winner.
5. uhh just be nice play fair and we’ll be all good i guess?
6. also ill cover shipping costs so dw about that this is about getting free stuff not paying for shipping and handling

i’ll pick the winners of this giveaway on april fools day because i am a fool for losing my boxes so have fun? hooray

A concept: a new member of the JL plans to work on a case in the Batcave because, since Bruce is always so quiet and stoic, it must be a good working environment.

They knock on the Wayne Manor door and Bruce answers, dressed in a designer three-piece suit, with bags under his eyes and a mug of coffee in one hand. He grunts a greeting. 

Behind him is a small child with a sword longer than his arms, standing on a table to get to the same height as the blonde girl he’s loudly arguing with. An older teenager with a gun strapped to his thigh is sprawled across the couch, making what he thinks to be a compelling argument about why he should be able to kill his way out of his problem. No one remembers what the problem is.

A boy in his mid twenties is standing on the banister of the stairs, announcing his next trick. A girl in a wheelchair watches him, rolling her eyes before returning her attention to her laptop. Yet another former Robin is in the state between sleep and consciousness where he’s starting to hallucinate. At least three more people are here, none of whom are Bruce’s children, but they keep ducking in and out of various doors. 

There’s music playing at just the right volume so you can forget about it until you pause for too long and hear it again in the background. No one is sure where it’s coming from or who put it on. 

Alfred is calmly sitting in the living room, drinking a cup of tea as if nothing is happening.

Muse’s First Halloween sentence starters

Starters for/to muses who have never heard of, or experienced, Halloween (the anon request was for non-human muses, but I feel this can be attributed to several situations.)

“It’s just a costume, don’t worry. We don’t actually shape-shift into monsters on Halloween night.”
“I’ve never heard of a holiday like this before.”
“There’s candy? I guess it can’t be that bad then.”
“I can’t believe you’ve never heard of Halloween before!”
“What kind of childhood did you have if you never ate Halloween candy?”
“Amazing. They shaped the peanut butter circle into a small pumpkin. How extraordinary.” 
“There are whole parties where everyone is dressed up like something else? How do you recognize anyone?”
“Uh, no, there aren’t any human sacrifices. They got rid of that a few centuries ago, I think.”
“You’ll love Halloween! It’s much better than Valentine’s Day, I promise.”
“Why do you have to kill the pumpkins? You put a face on them and then they rot. Isn’t that a bit cruel?”
“Is there any kind of brutal punishment if I don’t wear a costume?”
“So what deities are they praying to when they dress up like zombie nurses?”
“This is without a doubt the strangest holiday I have ever heard of.”
“There’s not usually a significance to the costume, no. Just whatever you want to be!”
“A whole holiday all about being scared and contacting the dead? Have you all gone mad?!”
“I’ve heard of holidays like this, but never experienced it.”
“It’s a good excuse to hang out in the cemetery and not look too suspicious.”
“No, we don’t just wear costumes or watch scary movies. We also egg peoples’ houses and throw toilet paper on their yard. We’re classy like that.”
“This is the only night you can contact the dead? Where I come from, we do that every day.”
“I think I like this holiday so far.”
“I’m not sure I like Halloween.”
“Don’t worry, Halloween is overrated anyway.”
“Costumes and candy are for babies. You and me? We’re going to raise the dead.”
“No, we don’t burn witches on Halloween. That’s so seventeenth century.”
“Black cats and pumpkins and stuff, it’s all just based on old superstitions and legends.”
“Tell me about the history of this holiday.”
“This isn’t one of those Santa Clause things, is it? I don’t want to know what kinds of presents he would bring.”
“Ugh! All of these costumes are hideous. And people dress like this for fun?”

dex has red hair

i have red hair too, which is pretty awesome. and also horrible, sometimes, because being ginger affects so much more than the just the pigment of your hair. so anyways here are some facts about dex and his hair bc i can relate:

  • he’s so pale
    • he’s so pale
    • even when he kind of manages to get a little darker after a sunburn fades, he’s still paler than everyone else’s normal skin tone
  • he does not tan. ever.
    • yeah sure, he may work on a lobster boat all summer, but buddy, i promise you, he’s not gonna come out of it looking nice and bronze
      • (why do people write fics where he comes back from the summer with a killer tan??? no bro, he probably just looks like a lobster. it sucks)
    • his skin just slowly gets pinker until he has a terrible sunburn, and then sometimes if he’s lucky it will turn out a little tanner when it fades
    • he probably uses at least spf 50, lbr here
      • actually, nah probably higher than that if we’re being honest
      • and he has to apply it like every hour
    • ugh and oh my god, he probably gets splotchy sunburns!!!
      • SPLOTCHY SUNBURNS ARE THE WORST
      • basically you think you’ve put sunscreen everywhere and spread it evenly but NOPE
      • random blotches of your skin will just be bright red while the rest is ridiculously pale and you look like you have some sort of disease-ridden rash
      • it has probably happened on his face and it’s the saddest thing
  • he has freckles for dayssssss (especially after the summer because they come back in full force during that season)
    • freckles everywhere
    • in the most random places
    • some are on his lips and on the back of his knees and his elbows and just very odd places
    • its a never ending cycle of freckles fading while new freckles form
    • he kind of gets a tan through his freckles??? 
      • bc he has so many and as they fade they kind of blotch together and make him look tan, but when you look really close you’re just like, oh, those are just tiny dots bunched together, not the actual pigmentation of your skin
    • he has. SO MANY. freckles on his shoulders
      • if you are of the male specimen, you probably go out shirtless in the summertime, and the sun hits you really hard on your shoulders, and thus, so. many. freckles. there.
      • (this is literally the most prominent place of freckles for redhead boys. please ask my brother and all of my cousins)
  • “does the carpet match the drapes?” ;)
    • why do people ask this
    • he gets this all the time, and it’s not just from people hitting on him
      • PEOPLE JUST GENUINELY WANT TO KNOW FOR SOME REASON???
    • and it’s super awkward
    • especially when they don’t match. bc um. a lot of times they don’t. just so you know.
    • “haha, firecrotch, huh?”
      • will wouldn’t find this funny even if it were accurate
  • back to the sunburn thing, it’s nice in the winter when he doesn’t get fried!! JUST KIDDING BC BLUSHING IS A THING
    • yeah anytime he gets remotely embarrassed or flustered, his face is the color of a tomato okay
    • even if he’s not actually uncomfortable, it still happens
      • “dex, nice shirt, man.” ➝ red face
      • “dude, nice assist!”➝ red face
      • *accidentally bumps into someone* ➝ red face
    • anytime nursey says anything ever, his face is red. i promise you this. i know this to be true
  • HE NEVER WEARS RED
    • or pink or orange, for that matter
    • (but i mean he goes to samwell so the red thing is kind of hard)
    • he unintentionally gravitates towards green and blue clothing bc his mom probably accidentally instilled in him that they compliment his hair as a child
      • this is so real. this is the realest, most relatable thing
    • going to samwell was probably super weird bc he had to start buying spirit wear and stuff and when he did, he realized he didn’t own any other red clothing
  • people always make irish jokes or assume he is irish, especially around st. patricks day
    • dex has no idea if he is irish
  • people always ask if another redhead they know is related to him
    • no
  • he has heard every “ginger” joke under the sun
    • no one has ever actually bullied him for it
    • but everyone makes the same jokes
    • will basically mouths the words as people say them bc he knows them so well at this point
    • he’s not actually bothered or offended, it’s just like… dude. he’s heard this before. you’re not being original
      • it’s very boring and a little irritating
    • but if he gets annoyed or doesn’t laugh people think he is a bad sport, so!!! he laughs them off even though he’s very disinterested and wants to tell them to maybe get some new material so they can actually say something remotely humorous next time
    • and he totally knows its not a big deal at all, bc some people have to deal with racist or homophobic jokes, and this doesn’t remotely compare. it’s just… very eye-roll inducing.
  • he gets horrible bruises for the stupidest shit, and sometimes just randomly and he’s not sure where they came from, bc ya gotta love that sensitive skin!!
  • oh and back to the ginger jokes thing, someone always makes a comment about that redhead temper!!
    • which is kind of unfortunate, bc dex kind of does have some temper issues
    • those jokes do not make him less angry either
      • (dex, seriously man. just chill for a sec)

wow this got really long and i could go on forever and ever but yeah basically this is the gist of it. also i’m aware some of this can apply to lots of people but anyways hooray for redheads!!