"I'm going to play Dark Urge, I'm going to play a Drow, I'm going to play a Half Elf Cleric of Selune-" No. I grow tired of filling Faerun with hotties and encouraging my party's fatherless behavior.
To remedy this I have made Your Dad, the ultimate 1:1 replica of the average New Jersey father to save the realm and put a stop to my party's sad, horny business.
And before you can even ask "oh what is the Guardian Your Mom or something" of fucking course she is you fool
time loops where you’re trapped and it keeps resetting and you’re trying to figure out how to escape. vs time loops where you are in control, you keep slamming the reset button in panic because no not yet, no not THIS, trying to find an outcome you can live with. are you the only one who remembers? is it worse if you aren’t? imagine trying to break out of a time loop and discovering the god you’re trying to please is your friend. they keep dragging you back through this because you’re not getting the outcome they want. maybe that’s the same thing you want. maybe it’s not.
An idea that I pray does not happen. I stg Emily better be safe and happy these next two episodes-
Hypothetical Fallen Angel Emily! Because this angst would not leave my brain. It hurts to leave heaven, but she won't be alone. If Emily was cast from heaven, I think the hotel would welcome her with open arms...
Y/N: If someone beautiful disagrees with me I will immediately change my views. I have no principles.
Natasha: Well maybe you should have principles.
Y/N: You’re right, maybe I should.
For the past few months I’ve been working on a gothic/folk horror D&D campaign setting based on European fairy tales.
The heiress wereboar daughter of the Three Little Pigs is having an illicit affair with the nephew of the Frog Prince and I want to see how long it takes my party to realize that it’s just Miss Piggy and Kermit
Do you do any of these? @thoughtstherapy
A platonic Yandere Batfam series.
(I need a better name for this series-)
[General Warnings: Mentions of Neglect, No one is having a good time, Angst, Usual Yandere Tendencies]
Part 3 (in the works...) [Teaser/Sneak Peak]
Part 4 (coming soon)
(Before Pt.3) Discussion on How Y/n Feels
(Winning Over Louis Means That Clark Kent's Seal of Approval is Removed)
(He's just too good.)
(How far has he gone.)
(Why didn't he do anything before the reader left.)
([Generally] What would happen if the Reader saw/referred to Alfred as their Dad/something similar to that.)
(Before Pt. 4) Would the Roomate Help the Reader?
Would The Roomate Help + Do They Know Batfam's Identities?
How Would the Batfam React to Reader Going Insane
☾ 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖙𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑: private hire!WandaNat
So @nats-firefly and I discussed this idea way before October, but brought it up again when I mentioned wanting to do a ph!WandaNat thing and now.. here we are.. filth amongst sleepy gays
private hire AU. kinktober masterlist. 18+ only, minors dni. you don’t need to add community labels, I’ve put adequate warnings below.
wc: 4.5k. cw: smut that starts out fluffy, but Wanda gets irritated. kinda cuddly sex. groping. fingering. punishments/attention denial. humiliation/degradation in the form of being babied. brief oral. overstim. typical Nat annoying Wanda. bratty reader bc people are always asking to see what would happen if you pushed Wanda's limits.
The scene where the deal was made changed my perspective on both Roderick and Madeline. We see the entire show that Madeline is the harder, colder and more ambitious of the two, but Roderick hardly even hesitating with making the deal to sell his children’s lives. Madeline hesitated greatly, and based off her body language in that scene, if Roderick had turned down the deal she would have as well.
On top of that, Madeline says she did not have any children her entire life because of the deal, Madeline puts security guards on all the remaining Usher children, and Madeline tries to preserve Lenore as an AI. Roderick seemed completely resigned to his families fate the entire show.
Also seeing that it was Madeline who had the plan for to make Roderick the head of Fortunato, lure Grus to the basement, and planned their alibi for the murder it’s ironic that all she wanted was to not be chained to some man, who dictats her life and ended up being chained to her brother and constantly having to work for his successes
writing fanfiction is just. i’m being so creative and original. i’m plagiarizing everyone by accident. i’m a genius. i’m cringe. i’m too angsty. i’m too cheesy. this is not in character. it doesn’t matter that it’s not in character because these are my characters now. i love my hobby. this is the worst possible use of my time. i’m seeking validation. i’m projecting my own personal problems onto this story and i’m barely hiding it. i know so many words and i’m using all of them wrong. im on tumblr posting about it instead of writing it.
PSYCHOLOG-SPOT. gojo satoru
SUMMARY: perhaps maybe having your ex-boyfriend satoru as your “tutor” wasn’t the best idea.
CONTENT: f! reader, college! au, both are early 20s, pwp, thigh riding, switch gojo + switch reader, praising, gojo gets overstimmed, cumshots, creampie, degradation, spanking, oral, brat taming, dumbfication, pussy spanking, edging, (pet names) — angel, princess. wk 5.1k! (my baaad)
NOTE: uhhhh idkkk wrote this while in the middle of studying & i have a huge gojo brain rot rn but yeaaaah.
“Satoru,” you mumbled — writhing in his lap. He’s got his head planted near your neck, watching you try to jot down whatever answers came into your mind. You hated this course with every bone in your body, stupid psychology 101. This particular class held you back, considering you passed all your other courses with flying colors. Of course, though, Gojo had the highest grade, and he just so happens to be your ex-boyfriend. Ultimately enough, he was the very last person you’d ask for help. He’s scrolling on his phone absentmindedly, and you blow out a vexed sigh. “This is stupid. I don’t get it,” and you tense, feeling him sit up, probably purposely to feel his strained bulge underneath his grey sweats. “And, I don’t get how me sitting on your lap will help me pass this shitty course.”
His cerulean eyes flicker at your paper, a smug smile from seeing your uncaring, sloppy handwriting. “Oh, come on. This class is so easy,” and he slightly lolls his head to the left before yawning. “And you’re on my lap so you can focus more,” and Gojo picks up his red pen — and starts marking everything wrong, dramatically mumbling: nope, wrong, nope’s underneath his breath, “Looks like someone’s gonna bomb this upcoming exam... again tomorrow. Shame.”
A pout curls on your lips, as you stare at the multiple choice quiz Gojo printed out for you along with the dozens of other assignments scattered on your desk. “Okay okay. I’ll… try harder,” you’d mumble — wanting to do nothing more than just sleep all day, procrastinate and be secluded to your own thoughts. “At least be a better ‘tutor’ Satoru. You really suck at this.”
“Uh! Rude,” Gojo jeers, and you nearly drop your pen, feeling his hardened bulge against you. It was so distracting — as if you’d tell him though. Knowing Gojo, he’d ridicule you. He moves his legs a bit, and it makes yours move too, and a hand brushes past your waist making you nearly burst. “Just re-read the problem,” he rolls his eyes, and he’s so close to you, his voice is smooth, dripping with silk and smugness. “Can’t be that dumb can you? You used to be such a good girl, always participating in class, super happy when you get all the answers right,” and you could smell his sweet minty breath fan against your sinuses as he continued, “Such a little teacher‘s pet.”
You nearly slipped out a noise, feeling his knee slither its way between your legs — and you try to focus. “Shut… up…” You’d grumble, roughly filling in the bubbled answer that read ‘psychoanalysis,’ knowing damn well that’d probably be wrong too. Gojo’s staring at you working, but he laughs to himself, watching you almost moan from feeling him start to bounce his thigh. “Satoru,” you’d whine, and instinctively your hands planted on his thighs that hid underneath his grey sweats. He was definitely doing this on purpose, to fuck with you. “I— I can’t concentrate like this…”
“Pfttt, sure you can!” He scoffs cheekily, and you softly pant — feeling his hands make their way toward your waist, and you hate how your pussy betrayed you, already pulsating and throbbing from Gojo’s thigh. “Keep working. Don’t mind me. Just uh... making sure your cute squirmy body doesn’t fall asleep on me. Better start writing,” And you let out a honeyed whimper, feeling him graze his fingers beneath your skirt, teasingly brushing his fingertips against your black laced undergarments. “Well, at least you’re smart enough to remember to wear panties. Heh.”
Sexual themes
Summary: Spider-Reader returns from the classic mission of stopping a moving train. Her girlfriend is not very happy to know the reason for the injuries. | Prompts Challenges.
Warnings: Some make out, but pure fluff with really brief arguing, trauma mentions, established relationship. | Words: 1.288k
A/N-> Me, forgetting to post? Don't know what you're talking about. Surprisingly, this one was ready before the second Spider-Verse was released. I haven't been able to see the movie yet, but I'd like to write more about Spider!Reader in the future. If you have any ideas/requests, please share.
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PAIRING: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader
SUMMARY: In which, you're only nice when you're drunk apparently.
WARNINGS: Avengers being cute. Jealous!Wanda. Reader seems like an asshole. Sorry to everyone the moment Reader drinks though. Personal space? We don't know her.
NOTE: This is was inspired when I was tipsy the other night <3
COUNT: ~4.4k
Please do not copy, repost, or translate my work anywhere else.
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"No, I'm fine. Thank you."
Wanda quietly sighed at your curt reply, watching you turn around and walk off. She shouldn't be so surprised. After all, you've never accepted an invitation of hers to go out. Even something as simple as grocery shopping, you turned down.
The lack of interest on your end would make Wanda think you hated her if not for the fact you treated the entire team with this icy, distant behavior.
Pairing: Wednesday Addams x OFC/Fem!Reader
Summary: The Poe Cup race has long passed and Wednesday actively tries to ignore the bet she's made. She may have won, but why does it feel like she's been defeated? She may be able to ignore it during the day, but not so much at night.
Warnings: Wednesday laments over planning a date. Enid is exasperated. Thing, our lovely messenger. Xavier gets threatened with jail. Mother!Weems
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Note: Wednesday: I will threaten you with a horrible time—wait, no not like that.
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Nighthawk: Noun. A recurring thought that only seems to strike you late at night—an overdue task, a nagging guilt, a looming and shapeless future—that circles high overhead during the day, that pecks at the back of your mind while you try to sleep, that you can successfully ignore for weeks, only to feel its presence hovering outside the window, waiting for you to finish your coffee, passing the time by quietly building a nest.
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"Why are you rearranging everything?" Wednesday asks, her voice dull but tinged with a hint of annoyance.
You look at her sheepishly. "Sorry, I know you're trying to write."
Wednesday sighs, letting the ire settle away. After all, this was your room. But Wednesday had taken your words about coming here for some peace and quiet last week seriously and brought her typewriter the next day to your room, and it's been there ever since.
From baby to full grown
dance that makes you bigger
From baby to full grown
dance that makes you bigger
