those are nice boots

anonymous asked:

This blog needs more Asuramaru. Actually, Mikayuu needs more Asuramaru, like wasn't he a demon? And demons feed off of greed and desire right?? So imagine Asuramaru being all like, "hey look at those thigh high boots. pretty nice huh" "don't you want to be bitten rn" "mika's lips seem soft don't they. very soft. very very soft. 10/10" Imagine that he only stopped showing nightmares to Yuu just to start showing him dreams of Mika. Pls join me I'm so alone

I’d be lying if I said I never imagined Asuramaru giving Yuu…fantasies, about teen Mika.

But I figure that either he doesn’t do it or Yuu never falls for it because otherwise he’d have been possessed by him long ago.

Tbh he idea of Yuu having a little voice in his head torturing him like that is perfect but I have the feeling Yuu wouldn’t mind it in the slightest.

Asuramaru: Hey, Yuu. Look at Mika. He looks hot as ever today, don’t you think? Don’t you want to get a hold of that soft looking hair right now? Get those perfect fangs pierce your skin? Listen to Mika’s little satisfied noise-

Yuu: Shit you’re right I should ask him if he’s thirsty

Asuramaru: What-

Yuu: Mikaaaa~ it’s been a while since you last fed, don’t you think?

Mika: *sighs tiredly* I drank your blood yesterday, Yuu-chan. No thanks

Yuu: come on, I bet you’re still thirsty *starts unbuttoning his shirt* 

Mika: *mumbles* here it goes again… I told you I don’t need to drink so often!

Yuu: goddamn it Mika, can’t you see I’m thirsty– I mean I know you’re thirsty!

Mika: what did I do to deserve this?

Asuramaru: my bad

Mika is the real victim here

blainesfunnyfuel  asked:

Could I pretty please get some Blaine smut where he dresses up for Reader after she mentions she likes cowboy boots~~ please and thank you!!!

A/N - And here we are, the last of this batch of prompts! After this, we’ll be starting on the new ideas that you lovely people sent my way! Always a pleasure to write for ya, buddy! Especially because I know how much you love Blaine and cowboys ;P Hope this is what you wanted!

Pairing - Blaine x Reader

Warnings - Swearing, sex

Word Count - 1, 825

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Size Isn’t Everything 1/4

Notes: The past week has been especially mentally and emotionally challenging and I’m choosing to combat that with a little Klaine PW(ithout much)P. So for the few dozen who might want to read some Klaine smut, this is for you. I hope this makes your evening even just a little bit brighter. Or something.

As always thanks to superbeta @mshoneysucklepink. Please blame me.


Summary: Kurt’s got a bit of a size-kink. Based on this prompt from the @prompt-a-klainefic blog. 
Chapter: 1/3 (the rest should be up within a week)
Words: ~2577 (this chapter)
Warnings:  I guess? PWP, Size kink, 

“…and I swear to god he had a huge dick.”

Kurt walked up to the bar, waving at his friend Sasha and accepting the offered martini from his regular bartender.

“Who’s a huge dick?” he asked. A few of the guys from the ensemble of the last show he worked on had been getting together for a regular weekly bitch session, and it inevitably turned into not-so-wild tales of various attempted sexcapades. It was silly, and the guys were fun, and besides, everyone needed to let off a little steam now and then, right?

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We’re gonna rock this house until we knock it down
So turn the volume loud ‘cause it’s mayhem ‘til the AM
So crank the bass up like crazy and let yourself go, let yourself go!
Say fuck it before we kick the bucket,
Life’s too short to not go for broke!

Haru Quinn!! It’s his birthday, so he’s going to paint the town red~ Quite literally. With that bat.

one of my more ambitious pieces lmao consider this the start of a series of deadly and sinister Haru arts 🤗 happy birthday haru!!!

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iPost: Chikorita Variants

I’ve raised a Chikorita or two in my years, but never really used them seriously in battle. Now Wild Thorn looks like a nice grass/dragon breed that will have some nice attack. Poison Ivy would obviously be a poison dual breed and would grow to have Venosaur’s defense. All of these variants look to have a nice ability to boot but those are the two I’d go for.

anonymous asked:

passion fruit!

Passionfruit: How would you describe your style?
All black because that’s the only color I feel comfortable in IM TERRIBLE HFDKJ

 But I would wear lots of wrapdresses with floral prints, those blouses with stripes, black jeans (still the all-black thing actually because i think it can be so fucking pretty LOL), nice natural makeup, tea lenght skirts with pockets (or with a slit), nice sneakers and a pair of those ankle boots with a heel (!!1!!!), black denim jackets, fluffy sweaters, oversized flannels.

I’m in love with the style i can’t wear actually how sad is that?

Emma Swan is a lumbersexual

I submit the following evidence.

Possibly the most compelling evidence, here we see her in flannel, a vest, and moving wood with her mind in the midst of foreplay with her wife.

Here she is finding Regina in the woods because they both just happened to be wandering around them.

Here she is tied to a tree and seems super calm about, Regina seems slightly turned on.

A lovers dispute in the enchanted FOREST… uhh.

Shamelessly undressing Regina with her eyes, sleeveless pocket tank/probably sweaty.

everything goin’ on here.

So many coats.

truck+knit cap+dimples.

the fact that she has a knit cap in every single color known to the spectrum of possibilities. and always looks adorable in them.

here she is getting checked out by Regina for almost an entire season in neverland, which is a jungle/forest.

This is just a really nice butt pic. mmmmm. those boots are questionable though.

Evening gown, tiara, lets go the woods!

Just gettin’ beef bro, this is like my 90th pull up.

And this.

Seb: I am glad looking at that Bucky Barnes action figure that I’m not in a red spandex.
Chris: Oh, man! I can’t believe they never even—cause, I mean, like, even in the first Captain America they found a way to stick me in those pirate boots. It would’ve been nice to find a way to get you in that.

anonymous asked:

No but how much does rabbit Louis need a castle? With Pig standing guard?

Bit more of this verse, inspired by this post, but a bit failier because it involves Nick and Harry. Obviously. 

“Those are nice new boots,” Nick says, because Harry is wearing his brand new Saint Laurent lizard print ankle boots just to sit on Nick’s sofa and put them up on the coffee table. 

“Eddie Lizards, baby,” Harry says, because he can’t resist a pun, even if it comes with an £845 price tag. He taps his heels together.

“They’ve come with a nice box,” Nick says. “Useful, like.”

“Very useful,” Harry agrees, because the box is sitting in the middle of Nick’s living room floor - Pig watching on relatively distrustfully - whilst Louis kicks tiny bunny feet in the air and jumps in and out of the box for the eight hundredth time.

“Do you think he knows he’s the cutest rabbit that ever was?” Nick asks, in a low voice. “Look at his little fluffy tail.”

“And his little fluffy paws,” Harry adds. “Look how tiny and fluffy he is.”

Louis gives them a very disparaging look. “I’m not tiny and fluffy,” he says, although all that comes out is a terribly cute, tiny little nose wiggle. “I’m a rabbit of unusual size.”

“He’s so cute,” Nick says. “Look at how cute he is.”

“Not cute,” Louis says, although he knows his strengths, and he turns around a little bit to wiggle his fluffy tail in their general direction. “I am king of all I survey.”

“He’s got us by the balls,” Harry says, with a sigh. He doesn’t sound bothered at all. 

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One of my fav totally baseless and flippant headcanons/ideas is a Thor and Loki Arranged Marriage AU where Loki grew up Jotun and is also just completely totally over-comfortable with nudity like–

At first Loki wonders why they have to wear so much clothing during their wedding ceremony. ‘We’re getting married, we should be bare underneath the sky and before the Fates’ type of thing. He begrudgingly accepts wedding clothing, but then later Thor literally cannot keep Loki in enough clothes to suit Asgardian standards.

He buys Loki SO MANY clothes and Loki loves them but ironically Loki loves to wear them when alone with Thor to show them off and play with the clothing in bed. During the day and in public Loki will just not even care if he’s wearing anything or not, and sure he knows Asgardians would rather him wear more clothing but he actually doesn’t give a shit mostly. Or he just chooses what he wants to wear and if it happens to stir up discord and scandal then GOOD. Fun.

Nicely made leather trousers and nothing else. Expensive jewelry and a barely mid-thigh length robe Thor bought him. Maybe those very nice boots Thor had made for him, a crown, and nothing else.

Wait, that's not my name.

Café/Starbucks AU because it’s December and everything is getting Christmassy. And also because Starbucks ads have been popping up at me. Inspiration mentioned at the end.

Summary: Christmas is jolly time, not a time to get accused of harassing employees at Starbucks.
Or according to Nico, ‘I Came Out to Have a Good Time and I’m Honestly Feeling So Attacked Right Now’.

Pairings: Main NicoMaki, side NozoEli.

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I’m on the road for a couple more weeks, but got inspired to write a little something. Here’s the start of a longer Flashvibe roommates fic

Really, in retrospect, Cisco realizes he’s only got himself to blame for the predicament he’s in.

He’s got a spare bedroom in his apartment that’s just collecting dust. In the heyday of STAR Labs, he used to rent it out periodically on Airbnb – it was a pretty lonely time for Cisco, and he’s leaving it at that – but after the particle accelerator explosion, he stopped that business. He was in the habit of bringing home personal projects with him, and having Flash paraphernalia lying around his apartment with strangers added to the mix probably wasn’t good for the secret identity thing Barry had going.

But it’s fine. Everything is good. It’s not like Cisco’s hurting for the extra cash, in any case. The weird European couples and solo male travelers have surely found another place to crash at by now.

But the point is, Cisco’s got a room to spare, so when Barry runs to him blathering a mile a minute about how he’s thinking of getting his own place again – because he’s feeling a little cramped in the West residence, and he wants to give Joe and Iris and Wally their space, and won’t Cisco come out to hunt for the perfect apartment with him? – Cisco automatically suggests that Barry crash at his place for a couple weeks until he can find the right place.

The two of them already spend Friday nights together geeking out over Star Trek. Monday nights are reserved for testing out new speedster tech at the lab. And the rest of Cisco’s week is generally spent in Barry’s presence anyway with or without the rest of the team, so really, this arrangement is nothing if not out of pure convenience.

At least, that’s what Cisco thought until Barry came out of the shower clad in a nothing but a pair of snug-fitting boxer briefs, towel draped over his shoulder. He beams when he catches sight of Cisco, and zips over to the little makeshift work desk Cisco set up ages ago in the living room.

“Whatcha working on?” Barry asks, voice full of excitement.

“Uh…” Cisco’s lips part and rejoin, once, twice. It takes him a few seconds to realize he hasn’t actually said anything, though.

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A/N: thank you so much for 150 followers it means a lot. I went to go see suicide squad and I wanted to try out the joker it’s his Pov and also [F/C] = fave colour. Hope you enjoy and understand what I was going for.

“Well well well” [Y/N] struts towards me, swaying her hips as she moves closer. “Who do we have here?” She giggles and grabs my shirt pulling me closer.

“The one and only Mr J” I reply loudly.

“Oh really” her fingers weave between my layers of fabric. [Y/N]s eyes meet mine. “Well the one and only Mr J you shouldn’t be here”

She’s right. [Y/N] is a super hero, part of the Justice league. But I can’t help it. I look at her [E/C] eyes and her [H/C] and i’m pulled towards her. If the bat sees we both know i’m dead meat. I didn’t bring any extra weapons only my trusty knife and Gun that matches Harley’s. Another reason I shouldn’t be here my girl Harley. No one messes with my Harley, she’s my queen. But [Y/N] is just something different- special.

“Well I am. What you gonna do?” I smirk showing my silver teeth that has smudges of red lipstick on them.

“No what are you gonna do?” [Y/N] raises her eyebrows. What am I doing here?

I followed them. Those voices. They lead me her to her. Told me she was special. Better. So many voices. My head screams at the thought of hearing them again. I can’t stop them.

They flood back to me, all of them. “Kill her” “hurt her pretty little face” “damage her”

“No” I scream back willing them to stop.

“Then kiss her” “love her” kill for her" “live for her”

“But-” I try to think straight try to stop myself from doing anything.

“Kiss her” “stab her” “love her” “shoot her” more and more voices whiz around me begging me to me to give in to their will.


I laugh in frustration and my eyes flutter open. [Y/N] is underneath me I’ve straddled her. She’s squirming and turning under my grip but her arms are pinned and her friends are occupied. “Ugh just let me go” she demands but I laugh in her face.

I pull my body down closer to hers slowly, I take both of her hands into one of mine and use the other hand to brush a loose strand of [H/C] hair back behind her mask. Then I grab my knife. staring into her eyes with my cynical smile plastered on my face I cut the chain around her neck.

The amulet is the source of her power. It protects her, means she can’t die. It gives her strength. And despite all of this she’s failed. It belongs with someone who will win.

“No!” She squirms even more but that just fuels my evil, my hate.

“I’m very sorry [Y/N] I really do wish it would have worked out but you went against me. You wasn’t meant to do that” a single voice returns and says something it hasn’t said before.

“Punish her”

“And how would I do that” I say into mid air.

“Kill her”

“Hmm I like your thinking. I might just steal that idea” I raise the knife back in the air and look down at her.

“You psychopath” she spits wriggling one more time.

“You love it” ignoring the distant screams and pleas around me and shove the knife down straight into [Y/N]s heart. She raises her chest and screams but it’s muffled and short. I won.

I twist the knife a bit for good measure then rip it from her lifeless body. The amulet next to me glows in a gorgeous shade of [F/C]. Hmm it will go nicely with those boots Harley got me.

I lean down to her ear and whisper to her corpse “don’t you” then leave a small kiss on her pale cheek.


make me choose: evanstan or evanswell

Sebastian: I am glad looking at that Bucky Barnes action figure that I’m not in a red spandex.
Chris: Oh, man! I can’t believe they never even—cause, I mean, like, even in the first Captain America they found a way to stick me in those pirate boots. It would’ve been nice to find a way to get you in that.

Hayley: So, I called Chris and went: “So, uhh, a favor. I’m flying across the country to record a nine second video just because I hate losing.” And he’s like: “You’re insane. I love it. Let’s do it immediately.”

happenstanceandaccidents  asked:

Domesticity: Freezerburn

who cooks normally?: Both and it’s through these trialing times of ruined kitchens and burnt ice (“HOW DO YOU BURN ICE???” “I DON’T KNOW BUT WE FUCKING DID IT!!” “THIS IS AGAINST SCIENCE” “ONLY WE COULD DO THIS” “WHAT WERE WE EVEN MAKING IN THE FIRST PLACE??”) they did it. They’ve made Mac and Cheese.

They order take out next time. And cooking lessons. Or just a chef. Personal Schnee chef. A schneef. (“Yang NO.” “But-” “NO JUST. NO.”)

how often do they fight?: Not big fights more like tiny arguments that lead to actually-not-even-sexual-extreme-wrestling-matches. And then they cuddle.

what do they do when they’re away from each other?: Weiss gets on with what she usually does, work, etc. training. Yang probably goes off doing her weird bounty hunting shenanigans, what Yangs do. But she gives these cutesy lil texts from time to time to Weiss that lets Weiss know she’s fine and if Weiss is being playful she’ll text something sassy back. They’re dumb and cute.

nicknames for each other?: Princess, Golden Oaf (Thanks Hana), Shorty, Brute, Little Icicle, Behemoth, the Air Conditioner, Furnace, Baby Blue, Meine Flamme

who is more likely to pay for dinner?: Yang can totally cover but Weiss INSISTS on using the SDC money powerhouse. Yang gets to pay maybe. Once in a while. Maybe.

who steals the covers at night?: Who needs covers when you’ve got a living furnace next to you.

what would they get each other for gifts?: Yang gets really nervous sometimes because wHAT DO YOU GET A GIRL WHO HAS EVERYTHING??? But then she realizes it’s not really everything that Weiss has. So she gets Weiss super cutesy things. Little stuff animals (nEVER BEARS) that look like her or Weiss. Pillows. At some point she made Weiss this horribly dorky mix tape it’s all filled with love songs sung by boy bands and god that was EMBARRASSING but Weiss loves it god Yang you gigantic buffoon c'mere.

Weiss does not know how to gift. How do you do the thing. She keeps Ruby and Blake up at night with her rants on wHAT WOULD BE THE PERFECT THING TO GET HER WHY IS THIS SO HARD CURSE YOU YOU BEAUTIFUL BLONDE SUCCUBUS!!!! And Ruby just tells her it’s YANG. Yang would be happy just that it’s coming from you. All about sentimentality. But Weiss wants MORE than just that she wants to give it that plus a hell of a lot more. So she gets her these expensive things at first that Yang’s like wow neato but then Yang tells her that she doesn’t really need–NOT THAT SHE DOESN’T APPRECIATE THOSE NICE NEW BOOTS–all the expensive stuff it’s just. Gotta come from Weiss. So Weiss starts giving her homemade stuff because if it’s gotta come from Weiss, well Weiss doesn’t half ass shit. Yang proudly wears her new itchy yellow-ish colored sweater. We think it’s a sweater. Weiss gets better don’t worry.

who remembers things?: At first, Weiss forgets their six monthaversary or something because she doesn’t have a clue that’s a thing and Yang’s miffed but then after a fight she realizes yeah Weiss doesn’t know about that hell I didn’t explain at all. And then afterwards Weiss remembers because she has a color coded calendar for everything.

who cusses more?: Yang Motherfucking Xiao Long.

what would they do if the other one was hurt?: Yang would get red-eyes gold dragon on you if you hurt Weiss but the priority is get Weiss to safety. Make sure she’s safe and she’s ok. Weiss would make sure Yang was ok with all the power she had, best meds, best everything. And also time to kickass to whatever hurt her golden girl.

who kissed who first?: Yang asked like a huge dork. Weiss nodded like a huge dork. They smooched. Then Yang started giggling like a dOOFUS and Weiss started gay yelling.

who made the first move?: Miss Smoothtalker Xiao Long asked if Weiss liked anyone, preferably someone blonde? She posed it as a joke until Weiss’ face turned red like a tomato and read ‘SHIT SHIT DID SHE FIND OUT OH GOD NO SHIT’ and then Yang’s face turned into a tomato like 'SHIT I WAS JUST KIDDING BUT IT WORKED??? SHE LIKES ME TOO SH IT SHIT BANANA SPLIT THIS IS A THING’

who started the relationship?: After said gay yelling, Weiss got started on the relationship. “So. Are we. Engaged romantically now?” “ARE YOU ASKING ME IF WE’RE ENGAGED?” “NO! I MEAN YOU KNOW. ARE WE. I MEAN. ARE YOU.” “…engaged?” “YANG XIAO LONG I SWEAR”