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happy birthday to my beloved shinomiyas and kurusus !! i’m so glad i could get this done in time since i missed drawing them last year !!

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Vantablack

Part 1, Part 2

Originally posted by 5min


Pairing: Lay x Reader

Type: Smut, kidnapping, bdsm, daddy kink, horror/thriller

Plot: Don’t get in a strangers car.

My heart was pounding throughout my nervous system, wrecking my nerves with its onslaught of remarkably powerful beats, all due to the evident fear that chilled down my body and pierced my heart. I couldn’t turn to face him, I didn’t have it in me. Rather than contemplating a smart reply, I was imagining every way this brutal man would defile and ruin me, killing every last drop of life in the bottom of my soul.

I sucked in a harsh breath when I felt his large hand on my stomach, ushering me away from the door. His other hand gripped my shoulder roughly, making my eyes squint in pain. He forcefully spun me around, his eyes a flame, burning a hellish fire into my core.

“You need to understand something,” He started, a smirk gracing his handsome features, “no one is gonna save you.” His hot breath tickled my ear to which he whispered upon, his hands gripping my waist before slamming me against the wall.

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Fact Over Fancy (m)

Originally posted by tbhobi

Reader x Jeon Jeongguk

Summary: In this world, there are two types of people: those born with emotions, and those born without. Society is thriving in its emotionless state, productivity levels are at an all time high. Marriage serves only one function: to father the next generation. Those with emotions are considered to be defective, aberrations who can never be matched. What happens when there’s a glitch in the so-called perfect system and a defective and a “normal” person are matched?

Rated m for graphic sex, dirty talk

Word Count: 9910

As always, a HUGE thank you to my beta readers @ohmanholyjungkook and @blame-bts <3


“Back again I see, Mr Jeon.” Your eyes are fixed on his patient file in front of you, and you don’t look up when the person in question clears his throat and shifts in his seat in your doctor’s office. “This time it’s for starting a fight, again, with Jimin in the cafeteria.”

He leans back in his chair, one leg crossed over the other at the ankle in a display of absolute confidence. His eyes are fixated on your profile with a strange fascination, as if staring at you brings him some sort of entertainment almost. An amused chuckle catches your attention this time, and you glance up at his unapologetic expression. “Do you really like coming in here that often?”

Jeongguk leans forward in his seat now, interested. He props his chin up with his hand, and his gaze is penetrating, his cold, slate grey eyes unwavering. “Maybe I do, Dr ____. It’s my only chance to get you to myself for a whole hour.”

You don’t bother acknowledging his bold remark and flip to the section with his personal details, including his medical history. Defective.

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w: cuz being trained in combat is like, totally cheating

W: oh, so having talent and cultivating through hard work is cheating now?

w: you fucking raised your aura against me!

W: you broke three fucking vases on my head!

w: you broke my arm!

W: you ran into a wall, moron!

w: you tripped me!

W: its not my fault you get tangled up in your own legs you gangly brat

W: why dont you go train your pathetic aura

w: eugh, what do you think i am, a barbarian?

W: “oh no! i never thought id get my face smashed in by going into fights with absolutely zero defence against enemies who can smash my face in!”

W: -thats you, you fool.

anonymous asked:

hi so i've been browsing your blog for some time now and im still not over the modern buck/cap steve so im just wondering if you got anything new on the tag thanks god bless your blog it's like heaven sent

modern bucky is my absolute fave, so let me rec you some of the recent fics i’ve read:

One Way Or Another by Chiyume, rogersxbarnesx

When Steve volunteers to help Tony launch Stark Tech’s new Military Prosthetics Project, the last person he expects to see as he walks into the lab is the same guy who had him shoved up against a wall in the back of a club the weekend before.

Back then he had just been Steve Rogers; a civilian looking for a good time just like everyone. Here, he’s Captain America; hero, justice, and patriotism personified. Bucky, however, is still the flirtatious devil he had been back at the club, and he’s obviously not going to let something as trivial as Steve’s occupation get in the way of what he wants.

Eńouement by Silvials (WIP)

When Steve first met Sergeant James Barnes during the New York invasion, he flipped Steve off for calling him a civilian then roundhouse kicked an alien in the face.

They haven’t stopped seeing each other ever since, and Steve thought it was normal for him to latch onto the first person who befriended him after coming out of the ice.

Nope, turns out he was just pining.

Stop interrupting my grinding series  by rohkeutta

90-years-old smooth af fella flirting with a 100% Done wrong number sassmaster, with copious amounts of swearing and way too many Beyoncé jokes. Shrunkyclunks 4 lyfe etc.

A.ka the Bitch series, or Sassholes.

What a dizzy dance by MsPeppernose

An AU where Bucky is a model but Steve is still Steve. They live next to each other and Bucky keeps accidentally stealing Steve’s cat.

Pickup by Slenderlock (WIP)

He’s shorter than Steve by a long shot, standing alone on the side of the road. His eyes cut through the darkness, staring directly up at Steve. He can’t be older than twenty.

And he’s holding a thumb out.

Steve makes a split-second decision and slams his foot on the brake.

Call Me Maybe by cleo4u2, xantissa

What’s a guy to do when he gets a wrong number? Flirt back, of course!

a doodle of MOB•U to tell you that apparently the thing that compress trash is the toobox he brings with him and also that I will be dying again next to my laptop trying to write this second essay

anonymous asked:

Prompt: Lena calling Kara, Daddy, and it triggers Kara taking her right there in the hallway of her apartment and not even bothering to take her inside.

Rated M for sMut!!

This is the prompt that started it all.

Making this fic for some of my more dirty tumblr prompts! so it may turn into a multi-chap if I feel inspired!

Love Me Harder

Read it on AO3-  http://archiveofourown.org/works/9935561


Lena has always had a rather … eclectic social media following.

There were those fans who follow her because she’s a Luthor and they expect her to follow in her brother’s footsteps. They’re her least favorite type of fan- all anti-alien and anti-Supergirl; and she makes a point to block them as soon as they show themselves. She doesn’t need that sort of negativity, and neither does Kara. Plus, any sort of contact that reminds her of Lex makes her a little sick to her stomach.

Then there are the fans that have a sort of morbid curiosity about her. Those that are just waiting for her to fall from grace. It’s like her life is a real life reality show that people can’t help but watch.

She opens her Instagram page, eyes widening when she sees the ridiculous amount of notifications.

Ahh, yes - she had added a picture of her and Kara the other day, and there was nothing her fans loved more than a good couple pic.

It isn’t even that ground breading of a picture, they’re eating ice cream for Pete’s sake. But something about the way Kara’s hand is settled possessively around her waist must set people off, because her inbox is full dirty comments, one in particular catching her eye.

“Tell me Lena Luthor doesn’t call Kara Danvers daddy in bed.“

She’s in so much shock that she doesn’t even hear Kara creep up behind her.

“Daddy? Why are they calling me daddy?”

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GHOST AU’S
  • “I came home to you having a tantrum and shaking the house like how ghosts do but apparently thats just an earthquake whoops sorry man–no i dont always assume its you–dUDE NOW YOU GOTTA STOP SHAKING THE HOUSE”
  • “you hate me so much whenever i get to pick a show because I always pick Casper the Friendly Ghost and ask you if you can do any of the cool things he can”
  • “listen, i know you cant help it but you literally drip off ectoplasm every time you phase through walls and IM the one who has to clean it up so can you just use doors maybe??”
  • “youve been haunting my room since forever and making things move and shit and by now im not even that scared dude just please shut the fuck up and let me sleep”
  • “additionally, whoops you got pissed now and decided to show yourself like a badass or something but honestly bro do you have any idea how fricking cute u are”
  • “I usually dont show my human form because i got my head bashed in when i was murdered and i scare people when they see me but you insisted on seeing me and now i regret it because youre crying and i really like you”
  • “Additionally, i disappeared to hopefully make you feel better but you insisted on seeing me again and as it turns out you were crying because you couldnt believe someone would do that to me and youre not scared and whoops–now we’re both crying”
  • “i usually keep to myself in the house but i hear you constantly crying in your room late at night and have no friends to confide in so hey, here i am, wanna talk?”
  • “additionally, okay, I understand that youre upset but i said I was old, not wise, theres a difference pls stop asking for advice i dont know i died in a fire trying to make mac n cheese”
  • “every time some lame ass person asks me if theres a heaven or hell i make up some shit story about how there is a devil and his name is Melvin and u absolute morons buy it every time”

  • “I forget theres a cute ghost who died like fifty years ago in my house, so when i dance alone in my room you can imagine the sheer humiliation i get when they pop up right behind me asking what the fuck im doing” 

anonymous asked:

I was wondering, if you don't mind me asking, is there a type of digital drawing tablet you could recommend? I'd really like to make some monster clothes, but trying to draw with a mouse, or scan in, doesn't seem to be working well. Thank you for your time!

I use a medium Wacom Intuos instead of a mouse for standard work – it was my main drawing tablet for years. When it dies, I’ll get another tablet but a non-name-brand one. All I need is something that doesn’t anger wrists.

For drawing… okay this is “build as affordable and what works for you” because I’ve steadily built up a system.

  • I use a Wacom Cintiq 13″ and I love it.
  • I detest the little easel thing that it comes with so I hooked it onto an Ergotron Computer Arm thing. If you’re watching a TV show from the early 2000s and they show a tech scene with a computer monitor being held by a thin mechanical arm? That’s what they are. You think “What this is going to be like twenty billion dollars” and they’re like $100-150
  • Now, some Cintiqs / tablets have a standard wall mount plate thing
    • Mine does not
    • So I bought an Ergotron laptop laptop tray and some 3M mounting things (like “Mount this and never remove it” hardcore velcro bits) and now it holds in place suspended in the air and its great
  • I use a drawing glove thing that ensures your hand doesn’t stick to the monitor (sweat etc). Cheap.
  • I have a foot tablet thing that I picked up recently. A computer foot rest thing that makes it easier to sit in a relaxed state and stay there.

My posture is bad, and I work a lot so anything that keeps my bones positioned in a way that is comfortable and supportive is put into the mix.

Something I’m learning the hard way because I Do Not Sports and I think if I ever Sported I’d know this by now (sotto voce / give me your secrets athletes):

IF SOMETHING HURTS IT MAY NEED SUPPORT

I’ve recently spent a life changing $40 on two copper sleeve arm supports. At first I was very wary (”Copper has no proven properties to help”) but the copper is there to help sweat smells (?).

Arm. Muscle. Compression. Sleeves.

I wear one when drawing, two when packing orders (one on each arm).

It scrunches your muscles and feels mildly uncomfortable at first but once you get going and you’re like “oh wait I don’t feel like my arms are dying”

your

life

changes

forever.

This is more than you’re after but I’m very passionate about reducing wear and tear and the ol’ ghoul machine.

Tony kept whining at me because there was a piece of dust on my wall and I was like ‘WHAT are you staring at?’ and he was like ‘MYEEEEEH!’ and I was like ‘Its just dust my guy…’ but he kept whining so I had to lift him up so he could destroy the dust. Now hes happy.

Im not though… stressed me right the fuck out… I had his paws in my hand and he stood up to grab the stupid dust like a tiny little maniac. Id have felt bad if I dropped him… probably more so because Id get clawed in the face but…


Keep it together Parker!

Today, I fucked up... by flicking my hair

So this morning I jumped in the shower and decided to wash my hair. I have very long and curly hair that reaches midway down my back. However, once its wet the curls straighten out and my hair almost reaches my bum.

So hair is wet, shampooing done and I just need to rinse. I tip my head back and flip my hair over my shoulder ala shampoo adverts everywhere. And feel something brush against the top of my bum. Being the mature and logical gal I am, I came to the one and only possible conclusion.

Spider

With a scream a howler monkey would be proud of, boobs flying and looking like some sort of demented mermaid, I attempted to flee the shower stall. And promptly acquired a new skill; the ability to do the splits.

This in itself was a spectacular feat of physics as there isn’t actually enough room in my bathroom for a toddler to do the splits, never-mind a 5'9" half drowned rat. As a result, when my leading foot came into contact with the toilet pedestal my body was launched back along the floor towards the shower. This left me wedged between the toilet and the shower tray.

Where I was abruptly bitch-slapped by the shower door.

One trip to A&E later and I have a sprained ankle, a fractured ankle, two broken toes, a beautiful rainbow of bruises in some interesting places and a partridge in a pear tree.

TL, DR: Upon learning that my hair now reaches my bum I; preformed gymnastics worthy of Rio, made the laws of physics my bitch and took a guided tour of the local hospital.

Another fuck up in the updates…

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feudtrollism  asked:

Riley- not my true name, but one i've always liked to some extent. I'm a major, and people often praise my eloquent way of speaking. I think I would probably have an iron lip ring, to protect my words. I always put too much salt in my food, and I don't shower as often as I ought to. I've got anxiety, but not bad enough to risk the offering tree. I write a lot, maybe too much for my own good. 1/3

I like photography and drawing, but I don’t major in either, because taking pictures of the fae is too dangerous. (I learned that my first year.) So sometimes I draw them, but never real fae. I take bits and pieces of them, because drawing their true forms would leave me indebted to them somehow. This is something I know without having to try it. My room has polaroids from home and fae drawings pinned up on the walls. 2/3

My object, the one that I can never bet, is a small umbrella. Its ribs are now covered in small bits of iron, rings and pins and scraps that all jingle when the rain hits its top. My theme song is One Foot by Fun., and I listen to it whenever my anxiety makes me consider the taking tree. This is me partially bouncing ideas off of you, and half asking how you think I’d fare at Elsewhere U. 3/3


You learn from your mistakes and you learn quickly, you toe the line of what is safe but never stray entirely beyond it. There is no such thing as writing too much; it will give you something real, once you graduate, to hold onto and draw from. Your umbrella is more powerful than virtually any other jerryrigged bit of brokeass college gear on your dorm floor and when it rains people can hear you jingling along from several meters away (this leads to very uneventful walks). The taking tree is waiting for anything you choose to give it, but in the present moment your own will is the greatest gift (or threat, possibly) to your well-being. If you make no bargains, nothing will come for you, at least not while it rains.

im gonna make a post of all my fic because they’re all nearing their next hundred or thousand hits 

yall better leave comments/kudos 

to be loved and to be in love 

words: 472 rating: not rated 

Liam gets a tattoo that Zayn isn’t very impressed with.

whos gonna fuck you like me

words: 1987 rating: mature 

Zayn and Liam fuck

there is no end in sight

words: 1409 rating: mature

If there’s one thing that comes close to Zayn’s love for Liam it’s working out.

and now I’m one step closer to being two steps far from you

words: 8170 rating: teen and up audiences 

“You wanna forget about him? I can help. Can’t promise I’ll be as good but I’ll give it a go.”

Liam laughs again before he looks up, going to decline this person’s offer. He catches a glimpse of the hooded eyes under the mask. And although they look lighter under the shine of the moon, he knows who this is. He wants to laugh again.

line my eyes, paint our love

words: 1133 rating: general audiences 

“Dumb? You think that was dumb? I’ll have you know Mr. Liam Payne that eyeliner is an art, and I’d like to see you try.” Zayn grins.

“Is that a challenge?”

“If you want it to be.”

gonna spend my weekly pay

words: 2422 rating: teen and up audiences 

As he bobs his head down for the last time, his eyes catch a glint of hazel through the wall that catch him off guard. The pink lips that compliment the hazel are already formed in an ‘o’ shape.

In a hurry, Liam gets up stumbling to find his shirt, shouldering past the door, stampeding towards the exit.

He barely makes it up against the wall, inhaling deeply, before a figure he knows all too well is by his side.

aunty-kats-pokemon-ranch  asked:

Could you teach me about competitive battling or send me resources/guides?

Sure friend! I’m at work right now, so if you have any specific questions I’ll answer those in more detail tonight.

But the way I look at it is theres two parts to competitive battling - teambuilding and actual playing the game. The key to both is practice. Especially on that second one.

For teambuilding, I recommend looking at smogon forums. In each tier, there’s a section for good cores and one for viability ratings. Look at both. Pick a core, a Pokemon, or an idea to build around

Using the Butterfree team for example: My goal was to create a team that would set things up for Butterfree to sweep. So first, I saw that hazards are a huge issue (ow 49-50 percent for stealth rocks). I wanted to have at least one rapid spinner, preferably two so I put down Donphan/Blastoise.

Next, I knew that I would need something that could wallbreak or punch holes into the enemy team - basically wear down the enemy team so Butterfree had an easier time cleaning up. Both Donphan and Blastoise are typically physically bulky, so I also wanted something bulky on the special side. Meloetta has a crazy good sp atk stat, paired with a good sp def stat. It has good coverage and because of that I knew I could go full offense and just slap an assault vest on. Now Meloetta is my “special wall”.

But now we have our special wall fully offensive, which means its having to fulfill two roles - breaking walls and being our sole switch in to special attacks.

So now we need to take off some of that pressure. We can go Goodra for that, since it’ll fulfill the same roles with an assault vest - now we have two Pokemon that both fit two roles. That allows us to be more unpredictable with our switches.

But our team is now pretty ice weak - the enemy team can just spam ice beam and we really don’t have switch ins.

We can fix that a bit by getting rid of Donphan and switching in Steelix. Sure it doesn’t like taking sp atk ice moves, but it’s a start.

So ice types are still an issue and oh no Butterfree is like our only win condition. Let’s kill two birds with one stone - an offensive fighting type. Hitmonlee fills this role. If we go with Liechi-Endure set, now we have another win con - again giving us flexibility.

I’m just now seeing how long this is so I’ll add more details on actual playing when I get home, but there’s a start. And take this with a grain of salt - I still definitely suck compared to top tier players, but hopefully these tips still help

anonymous asked:

Season 2 anon here: I'm all caught up with the anime, and I gotta fill the hole in my soul with as much Bakushima content as I can. Do you have any fic recs?

OKAY BUDDY I GOT U. first of all!!!! read the fuckin manga at least to chp 90 the boys bond so much its absolutely the most satisfying moment i’ve seen in recent memory. w/o spoiling too much heres why you should: kirishima is the only person bakugou is willing to accept help from bc they are so close they hold hands its really fucking good!!!!  

also there’s a good light novel scene that’s just a bakushima study date! it goes 100% exactly how you think it would.

once you have exhausted canon content get ready for hurt/comfort hell!!! here are the fic recs:

  • “A Heart Swelled to Bursting” is just like, absurdly good at the whole “bakugou deals with trauma from being kidnapped by villain squad” dealio. I think things get a lil spicy somewhere in there but I remember it being easy enough to skip thru if that’s not your thing. 
  • “2am Knows All Secrets” is so fucking heartwarming and wholesome!! i’m only part-way through it but i cannot stop thinking about it :-)
  • “safe and sound” is very good and i think canon divergent? but only after chp 90. 
  • “yes, you say you’d like to” is just good ol fashioned gay teens at the beach with no spoilers but does have some implied/mentioned spiciness.
  • “2am” is also p good, its a quirkless au if u just want to bang your head against a wall over bakugou struggling with all sorts of emotion and kirishima being fucking wonderful.
  • “dont count on me to let you know when” is also good???? its like. kids grew up and are all pro heros now so it is somewhat…. adult-oriented. bit harder to skip thru the spiciness but it is possible. also the title is from a sum 41 song and i too am a twenty-something who is unable to face my high school friends without drinking first so its fucking relatable.

i dont have a particular taste for anything that wouldnt be in a cheesy YA romance novel but still check the tags/rating if you wanna play it super safe since i display a surprising tenacity when it comes to skipping sex scenes in fanfic.

  • Simon: Baz, my fucking tail got caught in the dishwasher again
  • Baz, yelling: take control of your god damn tail, snow!
  • Simon: but it's so hard!
  • Baz, yanking his tail out: there. Now tie up your tail or something I'm not doing that again.
  • Simon: But that hurts!
  • Their neighbors, leaned up against the wall with a cup: the furries are at it again.

anonymous asked:

So I was wondering if it'd be possible for you to write something about that Miraculous Ladybug au?? 💕💞 I just loved it and i love your writing! 🐱🐞 Just thinking about "Chat Noir" trying to flirt with Gon makes me laugh

Anon, you read my mind.

BEFORE YOU READ THIS, check out this fantastic artwork by the incredibly talented and wonderful @emthimofnight! It has all the info about this au, plus emthimofnight’s artwork is an absolute joy and gift to mankind so you should just check it out anyway?

Miraculous Ladybug au, featuring mutually-crushing Killua as Chat Noir and Gon as Gon (who is secretly Ladybug)! Enjoy~

(part two can be read here!) (and part three is here!)


It was almost awkward being in this room- a bedroom he’d practically lived in for his entire life, a bedroom he knew better than his own room back in his family’s stuffed up mansion- because despite the fact that this room belonged to his best lifelong friend, Killua had never been in here like this before.

In a black cat suit.

With cat ears and a matching tail.

As Chat Noir.

“I know it’s nothing fancy, but it’s all my aunt can afford this deep into the city,” Gon said, sounding almost apologetic. Killua glanced at the other teen to see him nervously rubbing the back of his neck, skin tone a shade darker than usual. Was Gon embarrassed?

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