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Andrew Hussie kept going on and on for half a year now about how he was going to make homestuck “so gay it’d make korra look like republican propaganda” and rebecca sugar completely surpassed him in like two days

why commit murder when you can have one of these

come on guys 

Philosophy much? :)

It always creeps me out...

…that no matter

how close

you get

the pupil

seems to

devour light

like a black hole

it reflects no light

─── 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 .

# with akagami no shanks.

the captain was drunk — and a bit self-conscious. not to fret, for you were his favorite entertainer.

KINKTOBER, day ten. smut (mdni!). strip-tease. lap dance. masturbation (reader!receiving). thigh riding. dry humping. usage of conqueror’s haki. afab!reader. no y/n used.

WC: 1.9k.

akagami no shanks had lost his arm.

upon his return to the wild seas of the new world, those had been the most frowned upon words. the fearsome captain, the unmovable force, somehow would miss a limb forevermore. the reactions were but a divergent cacophony. fear — for what human could achieve such a feat? was it even a human? if not so, how close was the beast? if it had been enough to face him, what chance did the commoners have? anger — for mihawk no longer had a worthy rival. it would be far from honorable to face in combat a swordsman whose dominant arm was gone. and, at last, curiosity — for why was the truth hidden? one did not brag about a loss, but aside from overused jokes, shanks refused to spare a single word. who was he protecting? it was hilarious to witness the fuss as part of the select number of people aware of what had, in truth, happened.

akagami no shanks had lost his arm. and you had been the one to hear his puns ever since.

of course, he faced decent struggles. waking at night phantom pain; forced to master the art of the sword yet again with a hand he had no experience with whatsoever. yet, above the frustration soared an undeniable truth — for luffy, it had been worth it. besides, a decade past and shanks had grew accustomed to the mandatory shifts, living as though had not lost a thing.

however, as it seemed, there was yet one he would never cease to whine about.

the man was drunk — a common occurrence — and awfully clingy — another common occurrence. you had dragged him from the bar, pitying the poor beckman, for the man deserved a break from the captain’s shenanigans, and shanks had been hugging your waist ever since. he sat on the bed, drooling on your flesh, not allowing you to at least go fetch some water. his grip was a prison of itself on usual hours, but it did not help that you, too, were a bit intoxicated, swaying to the sides and failing to pull his face off your body.

“dooooooooooooll,” he drawled out, hiccuping. “i miss your ass.”

shanks gripped a considerable amount of flesh, daring to whine. “get over it, you’re a grown man.”

“how mean, i am half a grown man,” he laughed at said joke, biting the bare inch of your waist.

“half a man deserves half an ass,” you stated matter-of-factly, fighting off the urge to let out a hiccup yourself.

“but i miss groping both sides at the same time,” shanks insisted, dragging his nose on your belly, daring to grow drunker on your scent.

“you never had this complaint with my tits,” you pointed out, to which he liked his lips, seemingly aroused all of the sudden.

the hand pinching at your waist trailed itself up to rest on one of your breasts, his once slouched figure straightening up so that he could drag a sloppy stripe across your covered nipple. he had no problem with it whatsoever, for he was a man of considerable height.

“i can tease both of my girls at the same time,” he stated, wetting the fabric of your shirt, grinning at the elicit expression. “i can’t slap both your asscheeks at the same time anymore.”

your nipple hardened due to his ministrations, all but his for the taking, for you hadn’t felt the need to wear a bra that night. shanks closed his lips around the bud, humming as he sucked on it, spit soaking clothing and skin alike.

“and you like it,” the man teased, voice a bit muffled; rough.

you arched your back with a sigh, gripping locks of red hair, falling prey to his sensual tongue. yet, though your glance was tethered to his face, shanks’ own eyes seemed ever-so-lost, melancholic, even. you caught on the instance he moved his other shoulder, as though aiming to grip your hip with a nonexistent arm — a maintained instinct despite the absence of the limb. shanks laid down, retreating from your figure altogether, explicit vulnerability that would not have been shown otherwise, was he not drunk.

“see, doll? half a man,” he scoffed, to which your eyes narrowed; face scrunching in concentration as you then pondered on how to comfort him.

your fingers tugged at the waistband of his pants, whistling with faux innocence. shanks observed your approach with hooded eyes, laughing with delight once your chest was pressed against his own.

“my poor, poor husband,” you teased, pleased to witness the sudden shift in his attitude.

shanks and you hadn’t officiated the marriage; no celebration to be seen whatsoever. it had been the initial plan, two years prior. however, with newgate’s death and the aftermath of the war, waiting on a better period was the agreement. that did not mean the titles weren’t used, and shanks, in particular, never failed to be aroused whenever the word husband fell past your lips. a decade worth of lovemaking, too, made you more than attuned to what had him squirming.

“how i hate to see you so sorrowful,” you hummed, kissing the scars etched on the flesh of his eye. “i will fix that.”

“yeah, doll?” he grunted, growing excited when you dodged his advances. “how so?”

shanks sat on the edge of your shared bed, widening smirk and lustful eyes following your every move. you spun around the room, strutting your hips and nearing the corner, positioned far from his reach.

“you’re not allowed to touch,” you ordered, far more daring due to the alcohol. “just watch.”

shanks had his legs spread, a growing erection visible through the thin fabric of his pants. you opened the small, circular window, allowing the music from the outside bar to travel inside. your hips moved accordingly to the beat, an established sensual pace that had your fingers hovering over your breasts as you spun and approached him with languid steps.

you danced around the border of his reach, teasing the thin grip he had on his self-restraint. when he dared move, you dodged with a fit of giggles. “how should we start, sea emperor?”

he groaned at the title. “let me see your tits, doll.”

you hummed, rolling your hips with a languid sensualness born from the usual influence of alcohol. your fingers teased the straps of your shirt, trailing down the fabric until you reached the button of your shirts. rather than listening to his request, you sluggishly tugged down the zipper, perching your ass up as you slowly turned around, movements following the rhythm from the music outside.

the loose piece of clothing threatened to fall, yet you held the hem, controlling the pace of its trajectory, rolling your hips; lowering yourself on your knees. when it was, at last, off, you kicked it away, snapping the strap of your underwear. shanks had a brief sight of your soaked cunt before he was forced to face your front yet again. he cleared his throat, eyes trailed to the lacy, borderline transparent, fabric that left near nothing to the imagination.

“tits?” you mocked, trailing your fingers down your clothed labia.

shanks was left conflicted, his inebriated mind struggling to wrap itself around what to answer. would you concede if he reacted positively? or would you tease him yet again, offering the much desired sight of your intimacy? how could he outsmart that? shanks was far too drunk for an elaborate plan.

“thighs,” he answered smugly, a grin that indicated he felt all much too quirky.

you parted your legs open, pinching and grabbing the bare flesh, mimicking his touch. your lover was drooling, observing the outline of your intimacy; stroking his clothed member. yet again, a temptive roll of your hips deprived him of what he yearned for. shanks gripped his cock, growing out of patience as your fingers gripped the hem of your shirt, raising it ever-so-slowly, a languid set pace. you stretched the fabric, biting on it in order to keep your nipples covered, using your fingers to tease said hardened buds, muffled moans and dancing matching the melody of the song.

when the saliva started dripping down your chin; staining your shirt; you removed it, spinning it on your finger until it fell at his feet.

“doll,” he warned, sweat surging on his temples, ceasing the ministrations of his hand on the hardened member. “c’mere.”

“nuh uh,” you sang, turning around on purpose. shanks had the entire sight of your cunt when you lowered down to remove your panties, dancing with it stuck between your teeth, growing hot at the explicit lust on his eyes.

“come to me,” he demanded, the applied pressure stealing your free-will.

your dance ceased altogether, for shanks had dared use his conqueror’s haki to guarantee compliance. your figure stumbled towards the awaiting man, his index beckoning you in a mocking manner.

“sit on my lap,” you conceded, no questions asked. shanks gripped your chin, a lonesome finger tugging at the lacy underwear dangling from your lips. “i want that.”

he opened his mouth, forcing yours to mimic the movement. your panties fell on his tongue, and he moaned at the taste of your essence, the loud slurping causing your walls to clench around air. you whimpered, neglected and unable to move, and shanks all but spat out the piece of clothing, rutting his hips as though a hound in heat.

“turn around,” he instructed, groaning when you brushed against him. your ass rested on his clothed cock, legs spread and back arched, prepared for whatever he had in store. “dance for me, doll.”

the music fell on deaf ears, overthrown by the choir of your moans once you started to move, the roll of your hips teasing your clit, growing swollen due to the texture of his pants. shanks panted, leaning forward. he sucked on your earlobe, twisting one of your nipples as he teased the clothed erection under your bare entrance. the dancing grew sloppy, for he had your back pressed against his chest; his lips latched to your neck. shanks made out with the flesh, spit trailing down your breast, the wetness used to tease your abused nipple.

shanks’ feet sunk down on the ground for further support, and he interrupted the languid roll of your figure on his lap by rutting his hips, forcing his clothed cock to rub itself on your folds. he licked a trail up your chin, biting on the bone, tilting your head with his nose. expert fingers left your breast to dance down your stomach, finding themselves a home amidst your folds. he drew fast-paced circles on your clit, and you closed your eyes, moaning at the sensation. your legs trembled, thighs burning, yet the pressure of his command lingered. you were but a puppet whose strings he pulled, dancing despite your own tiredness.

the growing knot at the pit of your stomach snapped, your orgasm arriving with treacherous swiftness, for the alcohol had done its part when enhancing your pleasure. shanks laughed, shoving his fingers past your parted lips without warning, forcing you to taste yourself; to lick him clean.

he wrapped his arm around your figure to throw you against the mattress. you had but a brief sight of him — removing his clothes, standing in naked glory — before he hovered above you, teasing your slick, sensitive entrance with his leaking tip.

“you were kind enough to dance,” shanks mocked, his lips mere inches away from your own; hot breath fanning over your face. “but the spectacle won’t be complete until i have you singing.”

— 🐈‍⬛ : i’m running out of things to write here omg, happy kinktober? 😭

There should be a feature on phones that sends the message “so and so’s battery was depleted” if you are talking to or texting some one and it cuts out due to your phone dying

This must be magic

oh god what did i do

IT SUMMONS MAIL EVERYONE TRY IT

Gravity Falls didn’t end.

Dipper and Mabel will go back to California. Their parents will be shocked not only at how much their kids enjoyed living in the woods for three months, but at how much more mature and smarter the kids are. They are so proud they even let Mabel keep Waddles. The twins are closer than ever, a force to be reckoned with in a too weird to believe world.

They go back to school and make their way through summer assignments. Not only would no one believe their stories, but the magic of Gravity Falls is theirs alone to cherish. Dipper dives headfirst into his studies, doing his own research like Ford and going on great adventures like Stan, always accompanied by his sister. Mabel continues to develop herself creatively, expanding her horizons and trying new things, always with the support of her brother.

Mabel keeps in contact with Candy and Grenda, the girls will stay up all night via skype or the phone chatting over boys or whatever holds their attention. Soos and Melody send them merchandise from the Shack and keep them updated on town events. Wendy texts every now and again just to check in. Once in a blue moon, a dirty, torn postcard from somewhere in the world with a picture of the two Stans saying how much they miss the other Mystery Twins.

Dipper gets taller and his voice continues to crack to Mabel’s endless delight. Mabel grows up in her own womanly ways and Dipper tries to be helpful whenever possible. They talk about their summer in secret, not every day, not even every week, but on special nights as they giggle under a blanket fort and recount their adventures. But those memories, those experiences, those people stay with them as they get through another year bolder, brighter and ready to take on the world. By the time another summer comes around again, the twins don’t even have to ask. When they return home from their last day of school, their bags are packed with two tickets to Oregon on the bus that night.

Mabel readies Waddles for another long bus ride with plans to tell everyone about her latest projects. Dipper going excitedly over his own independent research that he has compiled into a brand new journal. They spend the entire time swapping stories, wondering who will have changed? Will things be the same? Will this summer be as magical as the last? They pull up to the bus stop where a large crowd is waiting for them.

Gravity Falls has just begun.

It's the good kind of chaos that hurts in the satisfying way

the current state of my life

Ive only read a few but the ones I have read were outstanding!!!

Savoring a Summer Fic List?

As it is now June, I think it’s time to give out another fic list to the fandom. Miraculers, worry not about what to read. I have you covered!

Remember Me by artzygirl2525 (Rated: E) Marinette is akumatized, forgetting the past two years she has spent with Adrien and the rest of her classmates, but she doesn’t know it.

The Two of Us by AnabielVriskaMars (Rated: T) Marinette doesn’t have the funds to maintain a life in college. Adrien, wanting to help out his best friend, decides marriage is the only option.

Triptych by Roarsthedandelion (Rated: M) Adrien lost contact with Marinette five years ago. When he finds her, they do unexpected things.

Marinette’s Lullaby by honeyhibiscus (Rated: T) Marinette hears Adrien playing a song at lunch. On patrol, Chat Noir hears her hum it to him.

Guardians by @wintermoth (Rated: T) A reimagining of the show Miraculous Ladybug but the children have common sense and everything makes sense. Also the reason the kitty trains are back.

Serendipitous Fate by @skaylanphear (Rated: M) With the guidance of Master Fu, Ladybug and Chat Noir reveal themselves and train outside of the mask. Cue the angst.

Across the Pond by coccinelle_et_chaton (Rated: T) Before their last year of Lycée, Marinette, Adrien, Alya, and Nino decide that they need a vacation. What better place than Walt Disney World in Orlando, Florida?

The truth of you by mirawohoo (metawohoo) (Rated: T) Soulmate marks are obtained when you touch the person who truly understands you. Marinette gets her soulmate mark. Adrien does not.

Check Plus One by volti (Rated: T) Marinette finally gets the courage to ask Adrien out. Except, she doesn’t. He beat her to it.

Grumpy Cat by iamthepunchlord (Rated: G) Félix is a grumpy cat, but he’s Marinette’s grumpy cat.

Shower Scene 3.0 by quicksilversquared (Rated: G) What happens when an akuma attacks and Adrien’s actually in the shower? Hilarity. Hilarity happens.

Chad by Drosolmire (Rated: T) Yo it’s ya boi Chad Noir.

Strays by @buglad (Rated: G) Adrien is a cat whisperer.

Keep It In Your Plants by Reyxa (Rated: T) Flower shop and art school AU featuring two adorable kittens from strays (the above fic).

Destiny is a Funny Thing by Life_Is_No_Fairytale (Rated: T) In which Adrien will eventually find out Marinette’s secret, or they’ll both die in the process. Featuring Alix with superpowers, Volpina, and the ship no one actually thought of before even though it’s super cute and literally small.

Lights of Home by @oceanspray5 (Rated: G) Based on @piku-chan‘s Cinderella AU, this story is a more in-depth version of the comics and is quite lovely.

All Grown Up by mitchkat1 (Rated: T) An akuma attacks with the power to age up anyone. Chat Noir and Ladybug easily defeat her, but Chat Noir was hit in the process and Ladybug didn’t use her Lucky Charm.

Across Time and Space by ciitadel (not rated) During an akuma attack, Ladybug is hit, sending her to alternate realities and forcing her to relive April 26th until she can return home.

Competition by @uncommonalistic (Rated: T) Selection AU with the love square (mainly Adrinette and Ladynoir) and a love triangle.

L’appel du Vide by @wintermoth (Rated: T) Introducing Adribug and Chat Mari, a kwami swap AU. Part 1 of a 7-part series.

I’m Here to Dance by kisstheprincessofpurewhite (Rated: T) Breakdance AU featuring the love square.

The Space Between Us by @chassecroise (Rated: T) Adorable summertime puberty fanfic with a reveal.

elephant by @buglad (Rated: T) In the game of Assassin, no one is safe, not even Kim, Alix, Adrien, or Marinette.

Miraculous Parents by fullmetalpotterhead (Rated: G) Dadrien and Mominette drabble that began when Mlle Mendeleiev made her students take home fake babies for health class.

Run(a)way by flameroyalty (Rated: G) In which a mistake on the runway leads to Adrien avoiding Marinette but Marinette interns with Agreste because of it.

Miraculous Demigods AU by dolphinandwater (Rated: G) As the title says, this is a demigod AU. Specifically, a Percy Jackson and Heroes of Olympus AU.

Don’t kiss and tell by dolphinandwater (Rated: G) In which Chat Noir is a celebrity bad boy who breaks the hearts of all the girls he meets. Marinette is his latest fling, and she knows it’s all for show, but does her heart?

Pigtails by Ryuusa (Rated: T) In which Marinette runs late and isn’t able to put her hair up. Cue possessive Adrien.

Sing the Song of Sailing Sirens by @princessofharte (Rated: T) Pirate-mermaid-siren AU originally intended for the ML Valentine exchange.

Satisfaction Brought It Back by @siderealsandman (Rated: Explicit) It’s a BDSM Adrinette fic that is far more sinful than A Werecat in London and The Ladybugs and the Bees combined.

Chasing the C/h/atwalk by @runningoutofink In which Marinette is on Project Runway in France. Her model just so happens to be none other than Adrien Agreste. Cue #Adrinette trending on Twitter.

Have a good day everyone, just like this sweet fluff! May 9, 2019. Milford, Ny. #goodvibes #photography #photooftheday #kitty #contentment #lookatthatsun #shiningonmybaby (at Milford, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/BxhgojoDdtK/?igshid=1awqbjr7mzdn6