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What if Qrow got a bottomless flask? (Asked by anon)
  • Taiyang, his hands on his hips, puffing air out his nose: He's been in there for eight hours.
  • Taiyang, continuing to bang on the bathroom door: QROW! FOR THE MILLIONTH TIME! YOU CAN/NOT/ LIVE SOLELY OFF OF ALCOHOL!
  • Qrow, drunken and muffled behind the door: But I can tryyyyyyy bitch!!
  • Taiyang, dragging his hands down his face: Oooooh by the gods someone help me.

I doodled this last night for a small blurb I wrote between Jacky and Alf. I’m usually pinging several characters off of each other when I RP. Jacky and Alf were having a rough spell, so I typed up a thing for them to clean up my mess. It’s full of out of context RP references (obviously, Wreck it Ralph does not belong to me, we just use it to spice up our playground). The art is a bit off model? I really think it takes away from Big Alf to make him look too much like his smaller self. I need to add some of the cartoony-ness back to his face.
If you’re lookin’ for RP, join us on discord: discord.gg/RFTe8eY Everyone hangs out in #general.

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It was the same story, different day. Alf had gone looking for Jacky. He fell easily into his old habits, and took care in them, enjoyed them even. He was weak in resisting that kind of thing, but his motives had changed. He had a plan that amounted to more than just a fuzzy excuse to find something to do, and he was driven by it, as well as a belated admittance by one of Whisk’s Crinkles that she had never gotten her truce letter. She didn’t know, and that had to be fixed.
 It took a little over a week to get his first clue. He made short trips to the terminal every afternoon. On the ninth day he found her scent trail at the Hero’s Duty gate and took a hiatus from Jurassic Park to follow it back to the power line. From there it weaved in and out of many places. It took him to a suburban neighborhood down the road from Litwak’s Family Fun Center, to a private desktop housing an installation of Guild Wars 2. The hunt would have become hopeless had she not grown overly fond of a snowy community near the starting area, where everyone was as tall, or taller than he was. He found that especially helpful for hiding, and especially confusing for just the same reason. It was like she wasn’t watching for him at all.
 He spent a full day and a half in local fashion, watching her do busy tasks. Coming and going from market-men to crafts benches, fully immersed in the game’s culture. She passed his table many times. She even tripped on his foot and apologized- and never saw him.
 He didn’t understand.
Alf made his move the same night. He bided his time until her inner craftsman was satisfied for the day, and followed her back to a quieter place. She gave him the ideal opportunity when she mosied into a backshed. Its windows were ice blocks and it had a single door. It was small enough that he could have stretched an arm from the front to back wall, and the door was tall but thin. Just half of his body filled it fully. She jumped when she turned, and he tried not to grin.
 "Gotcha.“
 Jacky’s face paled. She looked from his head, down to his feet, and saw no more room to wriggle through than a gerbil would find in a wire cage. Gotcha, alright.
 "Alf?” He didn’t like the way she said it. She didn’t sound convinced. She tried to beat him to the breathing spaces between the sloping roof edges and the tops of the walls, but he snatched her down and held her out in a hand.
 "EY-Ey! Ain’t no need for that.“ Alf snapped, as softly as old habits would allow, then pointed an unfiled claw in her direction. "You’re caught. Nothin’ you can do about that. So just be still and listen.”
 Jacky stilled. There were things she could wriggle out of, but Alf’s hand was not one of them. She looked up quizzically and then sagged. Her body language spoke volumes to him. Issac wasn’t the only person he had a private language with. What, Alf?
 "You shouldn’t have taken my shit.“ Alf started. "You two pissed me off somethin’ awful, and I’m not over it.” Before she could be rattle back at him, his claw advanced toward her, and then descended to lift her arm by the palm, forcing an awkward hand shake. “That said, we’re squared. I’m calling a truce.”
He waited for her to pick her jaw up off the floor, and then gently lowered her to the ground.
 "You know what truce means?“
 "Yeah.”
 "Then why you still makin’ that face?“
 "I don’t understand.” She gave him a bewildered look, then stepped back when he knelt at the doorway, even squinted a little. He didn’t look like himself. He did, but he didn’t. The scruff was new.
 "I know you didn’t do what they say you did.“ Alf explained, resting an elbow on his knee and resisting the urge to check over his shoulder for onlookers. He couldn’t take his eyes off her, she’d be gone like a flash, truce or not, and he needed this done. "We found the real monster. Killed it, too.” He raised a hand when she started to open her mouth. “But you did steal from a bunch of Familiars, and you know what they’re like, so don’t expect they’ll get over it.” Jacky returned with a knowing shrug. Que Sera, Sera.
 "Does Beel know?“ She ventured.
 "No. You’ll tell him.” Alf was happy to leave that to Jacky. She was the priority. Beel seemed impervious to unhappiness and had an ocean of cropmates to get lost in. Jacky was the one that seemed to have gone a thousand miles from home to avoid him, and he took pride in that, he really did, but it was starting to feel like cheap pride. “You better find your dragon bitch friend and send her some reassurance. She was lookin’ for you.”
Alf stood to leave, but stalled before unblocking the doorway. He knelt again, and leaned as if to whisper. It would have been easier had the door been wide enough to fit his snow-dusted shoulders.
 "Hey, when you eat blue bread… how long until you’re hungry again?“ His face read uncertainty.
 "Uh.” Jacky leaned back, but not too far. “A while. I guess? I mea- Oooooh.” Her face got distant. She suddenly knew why he was asking. “I had that thought too.” The dark thought. The one about DYING. The one that had made her wonder if she wasn’t hungry because she had actually kicked the bucket when she crossed between worlds. “I think it’s the bread, cause it took a while for the hunger to go away but after a couple of weeks it… did?”
 Alf breathed a sigh of relief.
 "Okay.“ Another sigh. ”Okay. Good.“ Not dead. He stalled again, then opened his mouth for slightly more important business. "I’m sorry.” He said weakly. It was followed by a long silence. He evened out his voice for the rest. “You deserved some shit for taking my stuff, but you didn’t deserve what you got over something you didn’t do.” He frowned, and flexed his claws in front of him. Apologies were a strange concept. He decidedly quickly that he didn’t like them, but a few words had been repeating back to him.
 Caught and dragged.
 He didn’t want to be that person.

 Jacky resisted the urge to slap her own face, surely she was dreaming, such sensibility would never come out of Alf’s bear trap. She raised a hand and when everything else failed her, she plopped it on his head and scritched. That was revenge enough. This was a side of Alf that needed to be re-enforced. The appalled look on his face made it perfect.
 "Good boy.“

Thursday

Dean and I have a lot of different interactions so I’m gonna try to organize the posts about them a different way.
Thursday was kinda eventful if I say so myself.

One:
On my way to fill up my water bottle between first and second period, Dean caught a glimpse of me and literally RAN to the water fountain to keep me from filling up my bottle.
“No water during class transition.” He said with stupid smug look on his face, even though I fill up my bottle during every transition everyday.

Two:
I use the bathroom every period to catch a glimpse of him sitting in the hall since him and another administrator chill in the hall all damn day. When I went to use the bathroom during second period he walked by me with a weird look on his face.
“You look good.” He mumbled as he passed by me.
I immediately giggled and turned to watch him walk away. He’s an idiot.

Three:
When I went to use the bathroom third period, I stopped to talk to him and the other administrator, we’ll just call him Admin, at their post. Admin got up and walked to their office, leaving just Dean and me. I had a cherry flavored lollipop in my mouth.
[SIDENOTE: I eat a lot of lollipops around Dean.]
“Let me get some of your lollipop.” He said, leaning forward in his chair.
“It was in my mouth, though. You sure?” Knowing he wouldn’t care.
He shrugged in response so I held the lollipop out, smirking. We weren’t alone in the hall so he ended up shaking his head.
“Nah, it would be inappropriate.” He grumbled, obviously a little disappointed.
I just kinda laughed and told him I’d give him one later.

Four:
While we were at lunch he walked by my table and pointed at me saying “Ms.[my last name], I need to talk to you.”
Needless to say, I got scared and was worried about it all lunch long.
At the end Of lunch I held back so we’d be the last ones up the steps and I could ask him about it. Long story short, I’d given one of my teachers attitude and that apparently isn’t very student government like behavior. (I’m the head of community service)
When I went to defend myself he immediately rushed to say “I can see you giving Mr. D sass.”
“Ok have you actually seen me give him sass or is it that you can picture me giving him sass?” I shoot back

He replies with, and I swear this is true, “I know you give him sass because I stick my head in the back door to try to get your attention all the time and have, in fact, witnessed you giving him sass.”
Which of course gave me a mini heart attack.

Five:
My fourth period class is a computer based one so I always make up excuses to get out and wonder the halls in hopes to bother Dean, who just so happened to walk into my class when I was getting my note written.
“How are you getting out of class this time, nerd?” He started to peer over my shoulder at the note.
I didn’t wanna tell him since it was a teacher he’s always joking about me having a crush (even though he knows that it’s himself I’m crushing on) on and saying that that particular teacher is my favorite instead of he himself.
So I didn’t let him see it and went to wait in the doorway of my class.
When Dean walked by me to leave the room, he tried to snatch the note out of my hand. I’m lowkey a ninja tho so he was unsuccessful.
“[My name], let me see the note.” He was all stern like and put his hips and it was super cute.
I sighed and held the note up in his face.
“Oooooh of course it’s a note to go to his room. That’s crazy considering I was abouta ask you to come hang out with me in my office.”

I literally have no shame cuz I was all “WELL IF THATS THE CASE forget said teacher I’ll just go in your office.” like super fast.
He shook his head and started walking away but gave me the universal hand sign for “wait a second.”
I waited for more than a second though I waited all fuckin period and the dumbass didn’t come get me.

Six:
When I went to use the bathroom during fifth period I went over to his post and started bugging him to let me use his pen.
“Where are you going with my pen?” He asked after finally giving it up.
“To the office to sign something real quick.”
“Oh damn well I was gonna take you somewhere but guess not.”
Which also made me show that I have no shame cuz I was all “Where you tryna take me cuz I mean we can go.” all fast n stuff.
He just shrugged though and was all “Oh too late ya lost your chance.”
At this point I was pissed cuz that was the second time today so I just tossed him his pen and went to class.

Six.5(???):
He texted me after school asking if I was excited for prom and who I was going with.
I told him not really but I’m going anyways and also some girl that we’ll name S. (Not to be confused with my lesbian Best friend J)
He knows I’m Bisexual and knows S has a boyfriend so he was all “Ooooh you home wrecker. Try not to seduce her.”

I replied: “Lol I’ll try not to I don’t think it’s my strong suit anyways.”
Dean: “You’re okay at it. Could be better 😉”
Me: “Wow ok I’ll keep that in mind.”
Dean: “I’m just messing with ya nerd.”
Me: “Hmmm yeah ok.”
Dean: “Was gonna pull you aside today but then thought better of it yanno.”
(I don’t know why he types y'know like that)

AND ALSO
I was complaining about getting into trouble and I was all “So when I gonna get perks for being your favorite student.”
And he goes
Y'all
I SWEAR
After you graduate

albadabar  asked:

I've noticed you've been posting a lot of Faiz lately Oolong, is this your first time watching it? If so how are you enjoying it thus far? It's my favorite Rider show but it's also highly divisive so I figured I'd ask

It’s my first time, yeah

REALLY loving the aesthetics of the suits for the raiders and the Orphnoch. 

The MISUNDERSTANDINGS are painful, but it dosen’t distract from the interesting story and the character development. 

also

I fucking hate Masato Kusaka so fucking much. Oooooh this two-faced two-timing motherfucker gets me heated. I hope Mari doesn’t have to deal with this where-my-hug-at stalker piece of shit until the end of the series. I have to contain my rage every time somebody walks away from him and he does that shit-eating grin of his. This nigga would deadass catch some hands out in the streets. He is NOT a friend of justice

FUCK THIS DUDE

You were standing side stage, watching your boyfriend playing guitar. It was always something you enjoyed. Watching Tony pour himself into a show and have such a good time playing was something you never wanted to let go. However, right now, it was hard to focus on anything other than his fingers that moved delicately yet rapidly over his instrument, and not the one you wanted. He had been busy lately and hadn’t really been in the mood to do anything other than sleep. You had tonight planned, right down to getting the others out of the bus.

“Good night, Chicago!” You heard Vic yell out and immediately snapped your eyes up to the guys coming off stage. You wrapped your arms around Tony as he reached you, already having handed his guitar to their guitar tech.

“You did so well,” you whispered, ignoring the sweat covering his body as you pulled him closer. “As always,” you added as an afterthought and pulled back enough to peck his lips before pulling away completely and giving the others a hug. “You got me covered?” You whispered to Vic.

“Of course.” You smirked and pulled away as he did. “You owe me money for this.”

“I’m asking you to go party with a multitude of your friends, not to lick me.” His eyes widened before he grumbled something about not wanting to lick me anyways. You shrugged and turned back to Tony, who was wiping his face with a towel to get some of the moisture off. “Vic, Jaime, and Mike are going to a party. Do you want to go or head back to the bus with me?” This was the only part that there wasn’t really any way you could influence anything.

“I’ll head back to the bus with you. I’m not really in the party mood.” You nodded and grabbed his hand, intertwining your fingers with his. “We’ll see you guys later? One of you stay relatively sober.” You rolled your eyes and we began the walk to the bus.

“You know I love you right?” You asked casually. Tony looked at you weirdly before nodding. “And you love me too?” Your insecurities crept into your head. You didn’t want the night to turn into a pity party for yourself while you locked yourself in the back lounge.

“Of course, babe. What’s wrong? Are you okay?” You nodded slowly and then glanced at Tony.

“I just miss you is all.”

“But we’re always spending time together?” It came out as a question since he was so confused. You gave him a look and realization crossed his face. “Oooooh.” He drug out the ‘o'and then smirked. “Is that why the guys are out tonight?” A blush rose to your cheeks.

“Maybe a bit.” He grinned and pulled you into the bus. Your eyes widened when his lips pressed against yours before you closed them and wrapped your arms around his neck and his hands gripped your hips. His lips moved to your neck.

“Tell me what you want,“he whispered against your neck.

"I just want you to touch me like you touch your fucking guitar,” you dared to say. You could feel the smirk against your neck and he bit into the skin, not hard enough to break skin. “Fuck,” you groaned. “I just want you.”

“That can be arranged,” he whispered huskily. “Now jump.” You jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist. Your eyes closed as he pressed his lips to yours again. You could feel him walking and figured you would be in his bunk in a matter of seconds. He had different ideas.

“The back lounge?” You breathed as he kissed your jaw and then your collarbones. “Tony, people spend their time here.”

“Your point?” He asked and you could feel him in his turned on state pressing against you. You moaned as he hit the spot on your neck and grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it up a bit. He let you go to pull it off completely. You were holding yourself up now as he threw it to the side and laid you down on the couch they had in the lounge. His hands moved under your shirt until you finally pulled it off, needing more contact. He pulled you up and unclasped your bra, obviously becoming impatient. He gave attention to both of your breasts and then began to travel further down. You went to touch him, but he grabbed your wrists, pinning your hands above your head.

“Tony,” you groaned in annoyance.

“If you touch me, I’ll stop,” he threatened. Your eyes widened. He’d done this before. Dominant Tony was your second favorite thing in the world, just him in general being the first. He let you go and continued. You fought back the urge to run your hands through his hair as he unbuttoned the shorts you were wearing and pulled both your shorts and underwear down at the same time. His eyes trailed over you. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he breathed and then his tongue was on the place you need it the most. You moaned as it moved around. You moaned your hands and gripped his hair. He immediately pulled back.

“Shit,” you cursed and moved your hands quickly. “Fuck.”

“Since you can’t control yourself, you’re going to have to do something for me instead.” He unzipped his pants and pulled them down before doing the same with his boxers. He looked at you before gesturing to his dick. “It’s not going to suck itself.” You rolled your eyes with a smile.

“I should fucking slap you.”

“Oh, please do.” You held up your middle finger before wrapping your lips around him. He let out a groan. “God, I needed this. Fuck, (Y/N). I almost forgot how goddamn good you were at this.” You would have smirked if your mouth wasn’t full, but alas it was. You bobbed your head up and down and he threaded his fingers through your hair.

“I’m going to need you to stop so that I can be inside you.” His sentence ended in a moan. He pulled you up and laid back, pulling you down on top of him. He leaned over and grabbed his pants, pulling the foil package out. He opened it and quickly put the condom on. You gasped as he entered you and then moaned.

“Shit, Tony.” He guided you as you moved on top of him. “God, I love you,” You whimpered as he thrusted up into you.

“I’m so close, (Y/N).” You had gotten him closer than You had thought. Your hands landed on his chest for balance as you moved over him. He pulled you to him, pressing his lips to yours. You could feel the familiar feeling in your stomach. You hadn’t done this in so long, and you were so ready for it that it was hard to contain. Tony flipped you over and went faster, rubbing your most sensitive spot in the process. You wanted to scream in ecstasy but didn’t want people to think we were shooting porn in here.

“Tony!” You screamed as he hit the spot you were hopping for him to find. All hope of being quiet was lost. “Right there,” you breathed.

“I- Shit.” Before you could say anything, he was shuddering over you, an orgasm wracking his body. You were soon to follow, both of you moaning each other’s names. He pulled out of you and disposed of the condom before returning back to you and picking you up, carrying to the bunk you two shared and crawling in after placing you in there. “Hey, babe. Don’t ever let me say I don’t want to make love to you, okay?” You laughed and pressed a kiss to his lips before snuggling into him.

~*~
“Tony, (Y/N)! Get your damn clothes out of the back lounge!” You heard Jaime yell in the morning. You groggily opened your eyes, realizing that instead of being naked like you had been when you fell asleep that you were in Tony’s shirt and a pair of his boxers. You glanced up at him and saw that he was awake as well. “I take it you two had fun last night,” Jaime said with a smirk as he opened the curtain to your bunk.

“You too,” you retorted, noticing the bags under his eyes and the way he squinted in the light. He rolled his eyes playfully.

“Yeah, yeah. Just get up so that we can go get some breakfast.” He left afterwards and you looked up at Tony.

“I love you,” you whispered and pressed a small kiss to his chest.

“I love you too.” Then you were being tugged out to get ready for breakfast.


This is absolute shit and the first smutty thing I’ve ever written.

Sorry bout it caitlin-perry

Credit to whoever for gif

The Return of the Gobblewonker

[AO3]

Fluffstravaganza commission for @transbirdetta who tumblr won’t let me tag. They wanted some Stan and Dipper bonding fluff. Hope you enjoy!

Thanks as always to @thesnadger for beta-ing, although I feel the need to point out that I came up with a pun in this story All By Myself.


“Braaaaains!”

Stan froze at the bottom of the stairs, one hand tightening instinctively around his coffee mug and the other curling into a fist. He cursed inwardly. Which one of them had raised the dead this time? One of the nerds most likely, although he wouldn’t entirely put it past Mabel to do it as an excuse for family bonding.

All right. He’d done this before. Admittedly, he hadn’t been in his underwear then, but there was nothing to be done about that now. He could probably take them by surprise as he entered the kitchen, which would buy him enough time to grab a blunt (or not-so-blunt, depending) implement off the wall. Then grab the kids and either queue up another karaoke song or break out the industrial-sized formaldehyde jug.

Really, the whole thing was just a nuisance.

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I’m so thankful I’m in the Host Club

Haruhi: So I overheard some of the American transfer students talking about how Thanksgiving is coming up over there, and…

Tamaki: Oh! I’ve seen Americans celebrating that in movies! They all wear cosplay from olden times and have grand banquets which allow commoners to experience life like the rich do for a day!

Haruhi: uh…sure, Tamaki-senpai. Anyway, they were discussing things that they’re thankful for this year, and it made me think, maybe we should say what we’re thankful for, too? 

Honey: Cake! I’m thankful for cake!

Haruhi: Ah…Honey-senpai, I was thinking something a little more meaningfu-

Hitachiins:  *eyeing Haruhi*  We’re thankful to have a new toy…er… friend! Isn’t that right, boss?

*Tamaki seething*

Haruhi: Stop that! *smacks the twins across their faces*

Tamaki: Oooooh! I’m thankful for my little girl, aren’t you, Mama?

Kyoya:  Of course, Daddy.  She’s making the Host Club a pretty penny.  

*Haruhi irritated*

Honey: What about you, Haruhi? What are you thankful for?

Hitachiins: She’s probably thankful for the fact that she has a scholarship to come here, since she’s so poor…

Haruhi: *eye twitching* damn these rich people.

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(Un) Dead on Arrival

Fandom: Frozen - Paranormal Detectives AU
Rating: T
Pairing: As with most of my stuff, the beginnings of Kristanna
Summary: Sure, it’s a weird want ad, but certainly not the weirdest, so Kristoff decides to give the job at Arens & Arens Investigations a shot.
A/N: I have neither an explanation nor an excuse for this. Someday, I will get back to fluffy canon!verse stories, but today is not that day.

The office of Arens & Arens Investigations is small. Uncomfortably so. Kristoff isn’t sure if the problem is the actual size of the space being insufficient, or if it’s just all the stuff they’ve got crammed in here making it look so claustrophobic.

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Berlin. It’s not a place. It’s a person. And that person is coming for Red today.