oh god what have i created

[[Quickly realising Lazarette is kinda a dick to those who are not forged/cold constructed.

Not to say she’s outright prejudice (she totally is), but it seems like a backwards notion for her, considering Automaton based lifeforms pride themselves on the fact they differ from organic lifeforms and have a perfect form the moment they emerge from the well of Allsparks.

This hasn’t happened yet in any of my threads, but I’m almost positive if any of my partner’s muses revealed that they are the bi-product of two or more bots spark merging and creating a brand new spark, her honest to god response would be. “Oh, you’re one of those.”

She gets why organics need to breed, it’s part of their unfortunate biology they have yet to evolve out of, but mechanoids are special. They come directly from a signal, infinite power source and are crafted with a frame that has been made solely for them and serves a function. Say what you will about the caste system, but everything about them was thought out carefully to the last detail from the initial design phase, to the blueprints and prototype models.

In her eyes, couples with offspring just complicate matters. You have no idea what this new life form will look like, you’re just mashing your CNA together and preying this sparkling will receive the best qualities from each partner. It’s all about chance and there’s no guarantee they’ll be brought into the world without faults. Why take the risk?]]

Making art is such a wonderful experience. Here are some of the thoughts I have while creating:
• I am an inadequate talentless being
• this tiny unnoticeable mistake ruins the whole drawing
• I tried to fix the mistake and I made everything worse
• oh god what have I done
• :^(
• I am garbage and is so is this drawing
• I am suffering™

100 Dialogue Prompts: Part 4

It’s amazing to see how much we can create together, my amigos. Here’s part 4.

  1. “Look, I might be evil but even I have standards.”
  2. “Do your parents know you’re dating Death?” “No, I promised we wouldn’t get back together after he broke up with me the first time.”
  3. “Wait why am I naked and covered in cheese?”
  4. “Good god, that cake is fuckin stale and dry mate!!” “Just like how you are recently? Gee, thanks.”
  5. "There is always time for a high-five.”
  6. “Karen, what would ever posses you to find me here.”
  7. “Oh my god, put that man down! Come on, let’s go get you some REAL food.”
  8. “A demonic sugar glider?”
  9. “People always say they never thought they would be here but I absolutely did.”
  10. “And I thought I was a bit weird. But you! You are insane!”
  11. “So your hair knows kung-fu? Ha, that’s nothing! MY hair knows HAIR-ATE!” (You know, as in karate) (This used to be an insider between me and a friend…)
  12. “One day, darling, you and I are going to conquer the Universe not just our world.”
  13. “Did you seriously think they wouldn’t notice when their humans went missing?!”
  14. “Well, maybe next time you should consider that not everyone wants to be woken up at four in the morning by a- what IS that, anyway?!”
  15. “Now, how exactly did your foot get stuck in the barrel?”
  16. “I hope you realize what you’re doing. This forest never ends, you know that, right?”
  17. “You can’t just kill someone and then make it all better by saying sorry!”
  18. “Why the fuck is my cat levitating?!” “He said he wanted to feel what flying was”
  19. “You’re trying to tell me you killed three men…with a microphone?”
  20. “Hang on, are you a John Wick fan?”
  21. “IT’S TWO IN THE MORNING!” “And?” “ I have a strict no murder rule until eight. Call me then.”
  22. “I did realize you were going to be naked the whole time”
  23. “Ok, I understand you like animals, but you can’t just bring a tiger into the apparent without asking!”
  24. “I…I didn’t want you to find out like this. I’m so sorry.”
  26. “I gotta go, I left my toaster in the oven!
  27. "Why is there a gaggle of fancy buisness men on my front lawn?”
  28. “Can you please stop referring to me as ____! That’s not my name!” “Then what is?” “I don’t know!”
  29. *Sarcastic* “Yeah, sure. I won’t at all mind being your footslave.” “Oh, goody! I knew you’d agree!” “Wait, what?”
  30. “When are you going to give up on this whole ‘evil’ thing?” “When it stops being so much fun!”
  31. “You didnt say to KILL the man!” “WELL I DIDNT SAY NOT TOO”
  32. “Mum, Dad… I’m gay.” “That’s nice, honey, but now is not the right time!”
  33. “Take a look at your soul and consider your life choices! Oh wait, that’s right! You don’t fucking have a soul!” “Oh, god, just go drown in a bathtub of syrup why don’t ya?”
  34. “I kindly ask you to please quit making your heart stop. It’s creeping me out!” “So… Y-You were sleeping in a coffin” “Yeah I’m used to it” “Are you a vampire or what?! How can someone get used to sleep in a coffin?” “No I’m used to sleep I never said that I’m used to sleep in a freaking coffin!”
  35. “Darling I love you, more than I can ever express in words…. But please stop teaching chickens necromancy.”
  36. “I wanted to know why you stole souls, not your melodramatic backstory…”
  37. “I really wish that old white man would stop rubbing his nipples at me”
  38. “You know it is written: Do not summon Satan, right ?”
  39. “Look around, what is this?” “My room?” “No, this is pathetic.”
  40. “I’ve been a professor for 20 years, and yet still my greatest secret hasn’t been revealed–I can’t read.”
  41. “Our souls don’t belong in these 'human’ bodies, every one of us is implanted here from another galaxy, and this has been the case for a thousand years. No one knows what 'actual humans’ are like without us inhabiting them.”
  42. “Did you just create a portal in time and space to pull another version of yourself into this world so I have to deal with another annoying idiot?” “No but thanks for the idea.”
  43. “You’re bleeding?!” “Nah, I’m frolicing in a field of flowers - yes I’m bleeding!”
  44. “Let me get this straight. I tell you that I make a decent omelette and you somehow equate that to qualification for piloting a spaceship?”
  45. “It’s the weekend! Let’s hit the town! See a concert, redo our wardrobes, get high, start a crime ring, I don’t know.”
  46. “Keep running, you’ve only got 4HP!”
  47. “This is clearly your first time. Stop screaming already, you’ll wake the neighbors!”
  48. “Has anyone seen the outdoors?” “What the fuck is an outdoors?”
  49. “Why do I feel like this again, I thought we were done with this?”
  50. “Look, as much as I like to hang out with you, I’ve gotta go and save the earth. Toodles!”
  51. “Have you seen?… oh shit”
  52. “Two questions: one, how many matches do you have, and two, where do you keep your socks?”
  53. “Because fuck surveys, that’s why!”
  54. “Stop yelling out the window or the koalas will rip your face off!”
  55. “I guess when I heard 'Night of Debauchery’… I didn’t picture muffins on your pajamas.”
  56. “Honey, you can’t keep throwing people to the pit of pain and despair just because they don’t like choc mint ice cream.”
  57. “Oh, no honey, put that back…”
  58. “It’s going to be too late, you know. It’s always too late.”
  59. “Hey, so, uh… I’m in trouble…” “What did you do this time?” “I got stranded in Wales….. again…”
  60. “OK, but… how do we get the dog out of a hole in space in time exactly?”
  61. “Aren’t people supposed to grow instead of shrink ?”
  62. “Wait. You’re aroused?” “Why would that surprise you?” “It does on account of you being covered in blood. Wipe that smile off your face. You look like a cat in heat.”
  63. "I pay your taxes”
  64. “No, ____. We did not raise our hamster like this.”
  65. “You can’t run from your own shadow(s), what makes you think you can run from theirs?”
  66. “You adopted… a dog?” “Mate, that’s not a dog.”
  67. “And at this moment, he decided to punch himself in the face.” “Narrator, listen, I know you’ve been with me my whole life, but you’re a huge jerk.”
  68. “Why didn’t you tell me it was a portal BEFORE we ended up here?”
  69. “Is that…the Mona Lisa.” “…Yes…” “What did I say to you about stealing priceless artifacts!?” “…That I had to take you with me next time.” “Exactly!”
  70. “Yes, I agree, magic is pretty cool. But did you really have to use it for THIS?”
  71. “Despite the fact that was epic, you’re still suspended”
  72. “Chill, dad it’s not what you think it is!” “Well it looks like you’re making out with the demon your grandma banished to cellar…WHY IS HE IN YOUR ROOM?”
  73. “If you truly love me you’ll let me-OH FUCKING HELL DID YOU JUST STAB ME!?”
  74. “Spoon”
  75. “What began as a conflict over the transfer of consciousness from flesh to machines escalated into a war which has decimated a Million worlds.The ___ and the ___ have all but exhausted the the resources of a galaxy in their struggle for domination. Both sides, now crippled beyond repair, the remnants of their armies continue to battle on ravaged planets, their hatred fueled by over four thousand years of total war. This is a fight to the death. For each side, the only acceptable outcome is…“
  76. ”… I’m going back to bed. You brought it here, you can deal with the mammoth yourself.“
  77. "Is the food supposed to be moving?”
  78. “You mean to tell me that in the two minutes I was gone,  you bombed a minor country,  got married to a stripper,  and assassinated a world leader?!”
  79. “Is that a unicorn???? EATING MY BEEF JERKY?!”
  80. “Do I get to dream about you again tonight?”
  81. “Well now I have to change clothes AGAIN!”
  82. “All of this was because of a… OF A PLUSHIE?!” “Well…Yeah?” “Great, how are we going to get out of jail now?!”
  83. “So…you gonna tell me why my brother is upside down and why you’re wearing my purple thong?”
  84. “Did you really have to burn down another Cracker Barrel?”
  85. “Sir, that’s impossible, you can’t do that.” “IS THAT A FUCKING CHALLENGE?!?!”
  86. “We need to invade Portugal.” “…Sure, why not?”
  87. “Did you divide by zero?! YOU’RE GOING TO KILL US ALL”
  88. “Stand down, Milady, this is a matter between gentlemen with mustaches.”
  89. “Next time you get arrested I am NOT paying your bail” “That’s a lie and you know it.” “….”
  90. “I thought you were dead.” “So did I”
  91. “John dont flush the dog down the toilet”
  92. “What did I say again about resurrecting dictators??”
  93. “Cucumbers are NOT pets… what do you mean, you ate him??”
  94. “Are you and God seriously fighting right now? And what happened to Satan?”
  95. “Are ferrets supposed to be blue??”
  96. “I’m the protagonist? Well I guess that explains why I look like about a thousand other people.”
  97. “Why do I do this to myself?”
  98. “Stop eating your tortilla chips with ketchup. It’s unattractive.”
  99. “How do you eat an entire cheese wheel in one sitting?”
  100. “Why are God and Satan moving in with us?”

Let’s make one more ‘100 Dialogue Prompts’ list together. Leave a comment with your prompt below. Don’t forget the double quotes “”. And as always, only one prompt per amigo! Also, here is your random Dutch word of the day: pindakaas

  • me two weeks ago : oh my god this show is literally the worst thing that has ever been created, end it now, it's ruining my life and it's not even good
  • me now : *crying on the floor* please don't take pll away from me it's all I have, it's a mess but so am I, I need this show to live
Finding you

Originally posted by taesscripts

Words: 5992

Genre: Angst, fluff, smut

It has pretty much everything but there is a point where there will be smut so if you don’t fancy something like that you can just skip the part.

Description: Your cousin gave you a gift. It’s a pen, a pen that whatever you write upon your skin with it will also appear on your soulmate’s. Silly stuff, how can what you write with a stupid pen appear on your soulmate’s skin?

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anonymous asked:

Sns is so overrated, the Kishi had to force us readers that naruto and sasuke have a "strong bond" it was annoying asf. Vegeta and Goku, Gon and Killua, and the best for last Yusuke and Kuwabara still a better friendship than sns lmao. Take it all in, sns tards st of them can disagree and still be friends when sns Sasuke had to be force to naruto's views by force!! I feel sympathy for Sasuke all alone at least Karin loves him for who he was unlike T7 and Naruto hypocrite bitch ass.

Oh God… What did I do to receive this kind of nonsense? Pft.

Look, my friend, I do not care if they’re the best for you, what does that have to do with me? Nothing. You’re talking about your options against mine, but you know? Nothing and nobody is going to change my preference. :P

It is not my fault that Kishimoto created the SNS bond for years.
It is not my fault that the SNS has an acceptable development.
It is not my fault they both kissed.
It is not my fault they both protected each other.
It is not my fault that both are complements.
It is not my fault that they are both soulmates.
It is not my fault that both are characters that are accepted as they are.
It is not my fault that Naruto loves Sasuke.
It is not my fault that Sasuke loves Naruto.
It is not my fault that Naruto prefers Sasuke before everyone else.
It is not my fault that Sasuke prefers Naruto before everyone else.
It is not my fault Sasuke was willing to give his life for Naruto.
It is not my fault that Naruto was willing to give his life for Sasuke.
It is not my fault that Naruto was always thinking about Sasuke.
It is not my fault Sasuke surrendered to Naruto’s appreciation.

I’m afraid I can not finish. But to make you burn more…

Long live SNS. ♡

Everything is in the manga and I can not change any of that. ^^ 

Thanks, but I would have respected it if you had only shared it with less antisonant words. 

Good luck next time. 

You know i love the idea of karma and nagisa starting a relationship when they were still in highschool but you know whats better? Them just starting a relationship WHEN THEY’RE OLDER:

  • Nagisa having a crush on Karma when they were still in highschool but wasn’t able to tell him, fastforward to 8 years in the middle of the year, his students are all asking “do you have anyone you like” and “who was your first love?” Types of questions
  • Him answering “well there was this one person in my class–” and the class is so intrigued by the story but it ends in a so half-assed tway hat they ended up saying NO THAT CANT BE THE ENDING” and basically scolding their teacher to man up and that he really missed his chance
  • Or Karma is the one who had a crush on Nagisa but again DIDNT TELL HIM cause he thought it would just trouble nagisa and he didn’t want that.
  • His office mates keep asking why he doesn’t have a girlfriend or wife despite his looks and job and he’ll just answer with “sorry im only interested on a person who is willing to hijack a space-shuttle and terrorize highly trained astronaut with me to save a mutant octopus” and of course they think he’s joking
  • They started setting him up with random girls but it doesnt work out so they start asking him what type of person he’s looking for and he just sTARTED DESCRIBING NAGISA and they’re just like “wow man thats really specific” and he just replies with “its just a list of things im attracted to”
  • Both of them just saying to them selves “they’re over it” but t h e y  a r e n o t and they’re completely in denial
  • OR just them not realizing ANYTHING AT ALL in their high school years, cause they never fell in love before and they just keep saying this is a “normal feeling that b r o s share” and the whole class E just watches them in pain
  • “So who’s going to tell them?”
  • They then try hinting at them multiple times and then they realize this will never ever work
  • “they’re geniuses when it comes to assassination but complete idiots when it comes to their own feelings” AND THIS LITERALLY GOES ON FOREVER
  • After so many years they meet each other again at a certain shop for the first time and it became a routine for them that visit the shop and they basically starts hanging out like they used to
  • Both of them falling in love all over again with each other but they don’t realize it again and there’s this nagging feeling of “they should say something”
  • Them being like “oh shit oH SHIT” after the dawning realization of their feelings
  • Both of them realizing they actually fell in love with each other since junior high
  • Having this awkward tension between them that they felt like they were back in school until one of them breaks it and a literal RELIEF for both of them
  • But they still were’t a hundred percent sure so it ended up with Karma courting nagisa LIKE A HIGHSCHOOLER
  • Nagisa-sensei receiving flowers and chocolates randomly and students keep asking questions about where its from
  • Especially on valentines day, everyone in the faculty gave him a rose on the way to his desk and to his surprise (and embarrassment) his whole desk is covered with petals and a chocolate cake in the middle
  • Getting random embarrassing text from karma in the middle of class as a joke
  • Karma waiting in front of the school and the students keep asking who’s the handsome guy with a suitcase upfront until nagisa walks over to him and drags him out and they’ll all be like “O”
  • Karma greeting Nagisa good morning and goodnight every single da y on text
  • Both of them texting each other when they have a bad day and they just surprise each other at their own apartment bringing them their favorite food
  • Karma trying to stay serious and cool but when nagisa texts him he Becomes REALLY GIDDY AND COULDNT STOP SMILING
  • When Nagisa visits him in the office for the first time all of karma’s office mates are like “OH MY GOD THEY EXIST”
  • The whole building instantly welcomed nagisa
  • THEY ENDED UP CREATING JOKES LIKE “the gods have answered” and “koro-sensei is so proud”

Art School | Sophie Roach (Austin, TX)

Drawing and painting her way through an imaginative landscape of intricate and visual entanglements is Austin native, Sophie Roach.  Her artwork has endlessly covered  surfaces from– guitars, beer cans, Vans, to entire rooms.  And if that isn’t already insanely rad, her organic approach and laid back attitude make her not only incredibly humble, but also a super awesome collaborator.  While finishing up one mural and starting up new projects, we had the chance to ask Sophie a few questions about her art, her career, and her approach – from finding her voice, attacking a mural, to digging the quietude one might find as a mail person hah!  

Photographs courtesy of the artist. 

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anonymous asked:

supercorp bringing the baby home

“What do we do with her?”

Kara all but floats into the seat beside her, so careful not to jostle Lena and, way more importantly she suspects, the tiny, tiny, oh my god so tiny–


“I have no idea.” She can’t believe they let them leave, just her, Kara, and this tiny little life they somehow (somehow? Daxamite technology and Kryptonian knowledge and the brute force of Lena’s very human levels of intelligence and failing over and over and over again until somehow) managed to create.

“You’d think there’d be like a test,” Kara says, voice as gentle as the hand she reaches out to brush against the very real flesh of this person that’s going to call her…. “A quiz or something?”

Lena tears her gaze away from their (hers, hers, in a way that has anchored into every corner of Lena’s being, and yes she’ll share her with Kara, endlessly, happily she is both of theirs, but she is her) daughter, finds Kara’s just as fixed. “What will she call us?”

They hadn’t discussed it. No names; not for her, not for them, not for anything until she was real. And now she is.

“I read this article,” Kara eventually says, still focused on this thing they’ve done, the round of her cheek beneath fingertips, “about how kids with same sex parents– how they don’t always stick to mom and mamma. How they’ve been makings up names, weird things that make no sense, and–”

“What’s ‘mom’ in Kryptonian?”

Je ju.” Kara blinks, as if speaking the word has woken her from a daze, and she meets Lena’s eyes now. “It…”

There are so many things that Kara cannot have of her old life, practically anything, really. But this, a strange new world for both of them where these tiny little people don’t play by the rules?

“Sounds pretty nonsensical.” And it’s hard to loosen her grip, but Lena does it because Kara is right there looking at her like nothing has ever been this real before now. “Je ju,” she whispers, fingers gentle against Kara’s cheek where she can feel the way Kara’s happiness floods into her grin.

Seven Colours Of Sara: Yellow

She died in the winter. There was some foolish, naive part of him that thought she might come back in the spring. Life always returned then; all colours were reestablished, all hope restored.

For him, those cold, waiting months had been beyond bleak. Even when the sun returned, it was as though his eyes were tinted. He just couldn’t see the light. Couldn’t find the taste in food, when he brought himself to eat. Couldn’t dream. That was the worst part. The whispered blow. That he couldn’t even dream her when he slept, no matter how hard he tried. And he always woke up sweating. Sweating or screaming.

That spring he saw yellow. For a moment, his heart skipped a beat, but it wasn’t the yellow of her hair, or the yellow of her favourite flower (daisies—God, she’d loved daisies). It was the yellow of a manila envelope.

Divorce papers.

Hopper had taken them. He’d barely deigned to touch them before throwing them on the kitchen table; hearing the smack of the heavy stack slapping against the wood. Then he’d walked away.

Four months. That was all it took for Diane. She’d thrown him out; after one too many beers, she’d said, bawling in the way she hadn’t when Sara had died. It was like everything had come rushing out of her at once; everything she’d held back. And he’d stood there in the middle of their living room dressed in the same sweats he’d worn for weeks, taking it all like some impenetrable dam.

She had screamed. Thrown shit at him that she’d once held at value (china plates, those little figurines from her mother’s house, books with flowers still pressed into them that flew out after impacting his chest and cracked in half). And cried. Cried until her makeup looked like dirt falling off her face.

At least she was wearing any.

So he’d packed a bag and drove down to Indiana. Spent a couple of months with his cousin, saved up. Now he had a place. In Hawkins, of course, because there was nowhere else to go. His inner compass had been vandalised until the only direction it pointed was home.

Except that was a lie. Home was a graveyard on the outskirts of the city, where his daughter’s gravestone had been placed under the boughs of a willow tree.

Six days he’d spent fixing up this piece of shit house. Putting in carpet, painting the walls, building a goddamned dresser so he had a place to put his clothes. He slept on a boxspring rather than a mattress, which had to be the most uncomfortable thing he’d ever done. But he couldn’t feel the pain. Nothing compared to the ripping he felt in his chest when he thought of her. When something reminded him of her.

And that ripping… like something inside of him was tearing his chest in two with a knife… it never went away. Everything was a dull throb next to that. His chest was a void and his heart wasn’t even there at this point.

He’d given it to her—for safekeeping. He’d stood at her bedside and held her frail hand which was lined with veins, and kissed her forehead. And then he’d walked away. He couldn’t watch. The edges of the world were fuzzy and his body was heaving and he would not watch his daughter die. The only good thing in the world he’d had. He could not watch her go.

Instead he’d sat on a stairwell and cried. He was a broken man who hadn’t been given the chance to break. The wind had swept his feet from under him, taken away his balance, taken away his sanity.

Taken away his little girl.

The carpet, he noticed now, laying on his back against it, was white. Why he’d chosen white carpet was beyond him. But a rainbow stood out against it from the light shining in through the window, through the glass of whiskey at his right hand.

She’d had a prism in her room. Hanging from a hook so that, whenever the sun was out, there was always a rainbow on her wall to admire. She would have loved this one, he thought, eyes burning.

He looked away, unable to stand the sight. A hot tear fell down his cheek, which made everything so much worse. Made him so much weaker. Took away the dam and let the water fall, rush, destroy. He destroyed.

Suddenly he was sobbing. Clawing at the carpet. At that stupid fucking rainbow, because he hadn’t been able to save her, and that wasn’t fair. He’d promised—after every horror movie and scary story and goodnight kiss—he’d promised. To always protect her. To always guide her and love her.

He hadn’t loved her enough to see her die.

These heaving, gut twisting, breath stealing sobs exhausted him. She was gone. He knew that. Gone, and she’d died alone, and he’d died that day, too.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m so sorry.”

There was fire in his lungs. But what came next made it burn so heatedly he gasped.

Daddy. Daddy, don’t cry.

Hopper managed to sit up. Managed just that, and that alone, because that was all he needed to know he wasn’t dreaming.


Daddy! It’s dark here.

Dark. Hopper wiped his eyes, burying the heels of his palms into them, and laughing, because all he could do was marvel at how mad he’d become, and think how much he’d like a smoke just about then.

“It’s dark here, too,” he said, to the ground through the gap in his legs. “So dark without you, baby. Like there’s no sun.”

She wasn’t here. He wasn’t talking to her. That wasn’t real. It was torment. And it hurt too much for words.

“I miss you,” he told her. “Every day. Daddy misses his baby, okay? You hear me? He misses you so, so much. And I’m sorry–I’m sorry, Sara—” the tears were spilling out so fast he couldn’t catch them. “I couldn’t handle it. But it wasn’t fair for you to… it wasn’t fair at all.”

There was nothing. No response from his deluded mind. A part of him was let down, because he’d half expected something more. And once again he was reminded that his little daughter who hadn’t even reached seven years old was dead and gone and buried, and he would never see her again.

He sat there for a moment, crying away the last of it all, crying for her. Cursing the whole world for taking her away.

Hopper drew in a deep breath and stood. The sun was hot on his back, and he could feel it, at least. He reached for the pack of smokes on his mantelpiece, took them, unwrapped them carefully. Lung cancer. That’s what had killed her. Hopper slid out a cigarette and placed it between his dry, cracked lips.

“I’m on my way, baby,” he said, and lit up.

Where Are You? - Avengers x reader (Mostly Tony and Thor) Oneshot

Fandom: Avengers, Marvel
Warning: Drugs
Pairing: Avengers x reader
Summary: Tony takes reader on a night out but wakes up without her and doesn’t know what happened to her.

Part two here

A/N: I came up with this oneshot a while ago but I had a hard time finishing it. So I hope it good. I hope you’ll enjoy :D :3

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A New Life

♥ Hi Guys, so here we have another fulfilled request with Loki, This one is especially for @moderndeathsblog (were would I be without you :D) I hope you guys enjoy. Feel free to leave some feedback, drop an ask, send me a message whatever is on you your mind. Requests are open. Found any mistakes? Tell me I would love to fix them. Deutsch Version auf meiner Masterlist.

RequestAngry Smut with Loki after a massive fight (he thinks reader doesn’t really care for him, maybe believes she is with him because she wants to make Thor jealous). After that she finds out that she is pregnant and doesn’t know how to tell him, because he is not speaking with her. And when he finds out he is all happy, telling her how much it means to him that she is carrying his child, because it means she love him? And then maybe another smut? Yes? No? I love you

  • Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader
  • Summary: Loki and you fight after he doubt your feelings, and soon you face the consequences of angry sex.
  • Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, angry sex, fighting,langage, pregnancy, pregnant!reader 
  • Words: 2249

You stood together with Thor on the huge balcony of the palace, looking down on the beautiful Asgard.
Loki was unfortunately not home he had royal duties to fulfill and that’s why Thor kept you company. Which happened really often. One of your hands rested on his biceps as you laughed at one of his innumerable stories. You loved to listen to Thor. He often told you stories from Loki’s and his childhood, which often made you smile. Your husband, unfortunately, didn’t liked to talk about his past, so it was always a pleasure to find out more about him, thanks to Thor.

You took a sip of your wine when you heard the door to your room shut loudly and your husband entered. “You seem to have plenty of fun when I’m not around!” Loki said, and you could clearly hear the anger in his voice.“Brother, I’ve only talked with Lady Y/N” Loki sniffed contemptuously and you turned to the blonde.“Thank you for your time, Thor, please leave us alone?” He nodded and left the room, as you heard the door closed again, you turned to your God!

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Proving her wrong

the reader and Ivar are childhood friends and she finds out what happened between Ivar and Margarethe and proves to him she was wrong plus puts Sigurd in his place about tormenting Ivar  

warning: smut/fluff it gets explicit and VERY light BDSM and some cussing


Ivar x reader


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I’m Here Now (Tony X Fem!Reader)

Characters: Tony X Fem!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Mention of PTSD and meltdown


Request: Can you do one where Tony always has to be touching the reader (even in a innocent way) and one day she goes out without telling him, and he ands a meltdown until she calms him down.

Originally posted by akamatthewmurdock

It was no secret that Tony had PTSD. It was no surprise. There was no proper way to deal with it, no medication or anything, but there are ways to cope with it until it becomes so mild you practically don’t notice it. For example, a service animal, or a support animal. However, Tony didn’t really like animals, and found no comfort in them, and he didn’t allow them in his tower, and he knew the media would distract the poor animal and belittle him for it.

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SugarDaddy!Cal Pt. 19

A/N: This chapter is long asf you guys, but I’m sure you expected it. The drama in this is to die for lmaoo, but I promised they’d be alright and I’m going to keep that promise. I wouldn’t ruin your little hearts like that. So, remember 100 notes and feedback and I hope you enjoy💕

At the rate this story gets notes, I’m pretty sure you’re all going to want the last chapter tmr. So, I’m gonna get to finishing that and try not to get upset that it’s over.

*WARNING**: Just a pinch/ mention of smut, nothing too detailed or serious.

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Sixteen/ Seventeen/ Eighteen/ Nineteen/Twenty{END}

You all had been standing there in an eerie silence for what felt like hours after the recording had stopped. Calum was standing there stiffly with no sign of emotion on his face. It was as if the Māori had shut down completely after hearing the news. You were beyond nervous at this because Calum was usually one to let out his anger as soon as he felt it, he never thought about what to do, he kinda of just reacted. Luke on the other hand was praying for the ground to open up and swallow him whole instead of Calum getting to him.

“Mate…you okay?” Ashton was the first to speak as he took cautious steps towards Calum.

“You…you slept with Y/N?” Calum questioned Luke who now resembled a deer caught in headlights.

“Calum, I’m so sorry.”

“You slept with Y/N.” he repeated to himself, almost as if he had to get the words stuck in his brain so that he could believe it.“That’s got to be a joke right, you wouldn’t have…You know how much she means to me.”


“What the fuck, Luke?!” He shouted, knocking over the lamp on the couch side table. The glass shattered the second it hit the floor and you had to keep your thoughts focused on the situation and not how hot you found an angry Calum to be.

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lazilydeepcoffee  asked:

(please bear with me) Okay, so, I'm a 15 year old freshman in highschool, and I've wanting to create some sort of series, whether it be a comic, or something else for a few years. I haven't too serious about it, but after one my of my friends showed me your video, for some reason, i was especially inspired. Now, I already have one character... but that's all i got. How did you come up with the things in your film? And did you ever experience "writer's block"? and if so, how did you deal with it?

No worries dude!  So okay, I’m gonna’ be honest, when I read this, I was hit with such a weird mix of, like, “god this is literally impossible to answer”, and “man I remember feeling that way when I was 15″.  So I guess the best thing I could do is elaborate.


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god can you imagine the first six months living on the starblaster tho: 

taako and lup: “this is our kitchen now, nobody else is allowed to touch it Ever” “No I didn’t Use Your Shampoo Okay I definitely did but listen it was really nice i dont care that you wont ever get more of it bc our planet is gone” “the entire counter is covered in our hair products and makeup” “lup left a fucking gun on the living room couch what the hell lup” 

magnus: “i will jump out behind you and have 0 sense of personal space” “walks around naked all the time okay this might be a benefit for some” “i will touch all your things because i do not understand what personal property is also tbh” 

merle: “is he talking dirty to his plants oh my god no” “yeah i ate all your chips what are you going to do about it” “please stop trying to tell me about pan” 

barry: “Dont touch that piece of equipment it Might Kill You sorry i left it out i swear i wont do it again oops i did it again” “my laundry is just 80 pairs of blue jeans and i think i broke the washer” 

lucretia: “i leave a detritus of notebooks, papers, and pencils and pencil shavings wherever i go” “i have no qualms about creating wards across doorframes so that you cant get into somewhere” 

davenport: “i regret choosing all of you for the mission” 

“You’re beautiful.” Michael said, nonchalantly as he was dicking around on Spyro.

“I-erm, you said that…what?” Jeremy was a stuttering mess and honestly this boy needs it to be spelled out for him doesn’t he?

Michael laughs a little,“You know- like. Beautiful- an adjective…pleasing to the senses-”

Jeremy cut him off,“I know what it- it means Im just wondering why you’re suddenly saying it to me?”

“Cause it’s true?” Michael pauses the game, sets the controller aside and looks at Jeremy.

“You want something, huh? You wouldn’t say that unless you wanted something.”

“I don’t want anything Jer.”

“Lies.” Jeremy smiles, waiting for Michael to spill.

“I guess I do want something.”

“Knew it you dirty bastard-”

“Kiss me.” He quirks an eyebrow.

“You- sorry come again?”

“You asked what I wanted and so I told you.”

“Michael one day I’m gonna act on what you say so you need to be careful about-”

“What’s stopping you?” Michael folds his arms and leans in slightly, as if he were challenging him.

Jeremy watched Michael’s eyes as he looks at him expectantly. This boy would be the death of him. They’ve always made jokes about almost kissing eachother and how they were basically a couple. Would it be weird if he actually did this? Would Michael call it a prank and give him hell for it?

“You think to much Jeremy…”

Michael brought a hand up to his face, cupping his cheek. He slowly moved in, watching as Jeremy’s lips parted slightly. He could feel his breath shake as he inched closer to his mouth.

“This isn’t Just a Bro Thing is it? Please say it isn’t.” Jeremy muttered.

“I don’t think I meant for any of it to come across as Just a Bro Thing.” Michael replied and smiled before they completed the kiss.

It was how he imagined it. His entire body buzzed with excitement. The kiss was warm and felt like home. Jeremy felt like home, he always did.

Michael placed his free hand on Jeremy’s side, his breath hitched. This boy was too much for him to handle. He trailed kisses to his neck and from his jaw. He leaves tiny soon-to-be bruises here and there, peppering him with soft and hard kisses. Suddenly Jeremy speaks up.

“Oh my god Michael, we can’t do this-”

“Oh uh-sorry I didn’t want you to feel-”

Jeremy gives him a confused look, but soon realizes what Michael was thinking,“Oh. Oh! Nonono you could fuck me right now for all I care. I meant that we need to go check on the brownies. They’re almost done.”

Michael pauses for a second to process, then the tension he created in his shoulders were released and he laughed, pressing his head onto the crook of Jeremy’s neck,“Oh my god you scared me. And, I guess I’ll have to keep that in mind for when we aren’t making brownies.”

Jeremy rolls his eyes, but smiles,“Yeah, guess you’ll have to.”