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[madafanz]

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Started this ages ago but adultin n life n work n bills n taxes n whatnot, bleh-bloo-blah tryna find time for art when I can :)

[ashley-foster-13]

Hi! Me again, I just can't stop reading tmr headcanons. Can I request 'what would tmr boys reaction would be if their S/O got kidnapped instead of Minho.' Thank you!

What would tmr boys reaction would be if their S/O got kidnapped instead of Minho

- His s/o was not the type to throw themselves in danger

- however, when the berg showed on the horizon, they were one of the first people to put their hands on a rifle

- Thomas got there late, and there was no s/o in sight, so he figured they were safe

- until they sprang out of nowhere, trying to tackle Janson

- the nearby soldier knocked them out right away

- Thomas struggled against the two soldiers holding him down

- misplaced his shoulder in the process

- he yelled the name of his s/o so loudly he probably wouldn't be able to speak for a week

- a huge fight started, during it the kids, including his s/o were loaded in the berg and took off

- being reckless as he is, Thomas managed to keep Janson off board, beating the living hell out of him

- soldiers stopped him, but not before Ratman was half dead and bleeding

- Thomas didn't hide his tears

- was terrified Wicked would experiment on s/o, or kill, or God knows what else

- wouldn't stop thinking about how to save them

- would do anything to get them out alive

- would have dreams when he saves them and hugs and kisses them, wakes up with tears of happiness streaming down his cheecks only to realize it wasn't real and cry some more, but in fear and sadness

- after saving his s/o, Thomas is super overprotective of them

- like, every little thing, a paper cut or a bruise or a slightly different voice would make him run towards them, asking if they were okay

- eventually came back to normal

- but we all know he's soooooo caring and protective

- the moment he saw his s/o in Wicked's arms, his world stopped

- however, he got out of his stupor quickly, trying to run for you, but the soldier kicked his bad leg, causing him to fall

- when he finally managed to stand up, s/o was already gone

- he kept yelling curses at them, kept hitting those injured soldiers who were left there to die

- it helped nothing and he knew that

- honestly, he could've murdered someone if not for Minho, who held him in a tight hug until he calmed down

- his anger turned to an agony

- he was crying hard, because he was in terrible pain, physically and emotionally

- he vowed to get s/o back safe and sound

- would be the first to find them, as if he felt where they were

- didn't let go of their hand until they reached the Safe Haven

- both didn't go out of the hut for a couple of days, talking, crying and promising their love to each other

- when he barely escaped being captured by Wicked, he thought the victory was there

- little did he know they grabbed s/o instead

- s/o bravely fought the soldiers, but Minho couldn't see it

- and then his s/o stands on the berg, helplessness in their eyes as they take off

- and Minho just stands there, angry at Wicked, and furious with himself for being unable to help

- Newt and Thomas promise they'll find his s/o

- he became very grumpy after that, but also really really silent

- sometimes his bottled up feelings would unleash on everyone because of any little thing

- like a stupid question, or a fallen fork

- he wpuld be so eager to find his s/o he didn't even think when he stalked inside the Wicked headquarters fighting off every soldier like they were bugs

- he found s/o exhausted, hurt and bleeding

- but they were alive, that's all that mattered

- hugged them all the way back

- watched as the medics patched them up, controlling everything

- never leaving their side while rlthey recovered

[erenfox]

what blew my mind about the maze runner is that it's not your typical hero-villain story; where the villain is selfish while the hero is selfless and tries to protect the world

because if you think about it: the hero, thomas, ultimately brought down wckd solely because of wanting to save minho - NOT because he wanted to save the world, but just his friend

whereas the villains, wckd and ava paige, WERE in fact working for the greater good, attempting to look for the cure to save humanity as a general and didn't care about a few people dying, as it wouldve been just collateral damage (had they been successful in developing the cure on a mass scale)

i lwk find that pretty neat

(pls recommend some more books that break this stereotype js like tmr 🙏)

[jungkoode]

the strings theory | bts x reader | MCU

seven heroes, infinite possibilities—every choice pulls a different string in the cosmic web

cr: banners by @eerieedits / @shadowkoo | written by @jungkoode

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wc: stated in each fic below between ()

genre: Marvel AU (each member is a superhero), smut, fluff, angst.

warnings: in each masterlist. rating: explicit, 18+. all contain smut.

— started writing: August 3rd.

— finished writing/posted: November 1st.

strings attached (to my heart) ♪ (48k) • spiderman au • college • virgin!jungkook • spiderkook ❥ ao3 • wattpad

your local friendly neighborhood spider-man can't stop bringing you snacks at your favorite cafe, and a certain clumsy freshman keeps showing up at the most suspicious times. something's gotta give. featuring: a supply closet, some very interesting revelations, and jungkook absolutely losing it when you touch him.

command strings ✎ (17.2k) • iron man au • romcom • rambly barista!reader • hobi has a crush ❥ ao3 • wattpad

iron man walks into your coffee shop and you immediately recognize him—of course, because he works with captain korea. he’s not particularly thrilled about you asking for his autograph. no, not his his—captain korea’s. hoseok's ego has never been so bruised or so intrigued. featuring: superhero thesis discussions, rambling that's somehow flirting, elevator sex and hoseok so worked up and sexually frustrated he cums immediately and him making it up to you.

lightning on the harp strings ✎ (16.1k) • thor au • princess-y celebrity!reader • spotlight rivalry • trapped ❥ ao3 • wattpad

the day you—korea's beloved princess—meet the god of thunder on a luxury campaign shoot, you decide he’s never going to steal the spotlight from you. again. especially when it comes to the freaking mjölnir. thor—seokjin, has strong opinions about that. featuring: competitive photo shoots, being stuck in the same room when everyone’s gone home, and inappropriate usage of thor’s hammer.

norn-strings (do not cut) ✎ (13.8k) • loki au • 500 years history • goddess of death!reader • immortality ❥ ao3 • wattpad

five centuries of knowing each other and he still can’t stay away from you. the god of mischief has an issue with you, and it’s called limerence. as the goddess of death, you don’t quite care—after all, eternity has its own fun when you’re both immortal. featuring: down bad taehyung, godlike powers and backstories, clones and cumming so hard he dies for 5 seconds (literally).

strings and stripes ✎ (15.8k) • captain america au • journalist!reader • pining!namjoon • exes ❥ ao3 • wattpad

you're the journalist determined to find the man behind korea's perfect shield. namjoon's discovering that the hardest battles aren't against villains—they're against falling again for his ex, whose job is questioning everything. even what he does at 2am, apparently. featuring: incisive interviews, the uniform stays on, and videotaping sex with some horribly intense yearning.

sling-rings and silver strings ✎ (13k) • doctor strange au • mentor!yoongi • bratty sorcerer!reader • magic ❥ ao3 • wattpad

the sorcerer supreme's most talented student thinks she knows better than ancient tradition. yoongi's trying to teach humility while you're busy rewriting spellwork that's been unchanged for centuries. he’s starting to consider silencing you forever. with his whips in your mouth. featuring: magical experimentation gone wrong, authority defied, and some spicy magic bondage.

heartstrings and crosshairs ✎ (13.4k) • black widow au • widowmaker!jimin • president!reader • one bed ❥ ao3 • wattpad

korea's first female president just got a new bodyguard. he's hydra's deadliest operative sent to spy on everything you do. too bad he looks way too fucking good in those jeans and global pressure is not making matters any easier. featuring: political chess games, oh no there was only one bed, and jimin realizing some missions end up being more than he bargained for (because how did you end up with your bodyguard fingering you to relax you???)

[queersatanic]

this is bullshit this is not happening

Does The Satanic Temple feed people losing SNAP benefits?

No. TST lacks the logistical capacity and ideological desire to help feed anyone going hungry from lack of food benefits, and it does not de

do not fall for liberal hopegrifts and wishcasting

do not believe AI summaries based on nothing, or nothing other than some group talking about itself The Satanic Temple can take your money, but it cannot feed you. The Satanic Temple can sell you a T-shirt, but it cannot protect you or save you. an email newsletter list for merch and soliciting donations, nationwide 300 active members and two buildings in Massachusetts, is not infrastructure to serve tens of millions in need no one sharing the claim otherwise can tell you what TST’s budget was last year, how many people they fed last year, or where someone hungry would even need to show up. dunking on evangelicals (who will actually feed you! but probably also ask prying personal questions) is not a good excuse to ignore these practical, necessary considerations local food banks need your money. Food Not Bombs and legitimate religious organizations (of your own traditions) need your support for doing more of what they’re already doing. your neighbors need to know you and know y’all can share meals and resources with each other. that is true, and the time for preventative measures is running out do not let people in your life think TST will feed them come Saturday; that is not real. the real work is much harder

[kierancfthehunt]

oh robert lightwood.... closeted repressed bisexual that you are...

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

That Special Type

Rich!Subby!Wanda Maximoff x Dom!Fem!Reader

(1)Eight-figure

Summary: When you meet Wanda, one of the top CEOs in the business scene, you see her for what she is immediately. She's exactly your type.

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Set up chapter, hints towards dom/sub dynamics

Wanda Maximoff was a force to be reckoned with. She wasn’t just one of the top CEOs in the business world—she was the CEO everyone wanted to emulate. Known for her sharp tongue and colder-than-steel demeanor, she ruled her empire with a level of precision and control that left no room for mistakes. People feared her, respected her, even admired her, but no one got close to her. Not personally, at least.

So when she walked into your university lecture hall, flanked by her assistant and a couple of professors, her presence was electric. Every student sat a little straighter, their pens ready to scribble down any wisdom she was about to impart.

You, however, weren’t like the rest.

You sat back, your pen poised but not moving, studying her instead of taking notes. Her heels clicked sharply against the floor as she made her way to the podium, her tailored suit hugging her in ways that screamed power and money. Her chestnut hair was perfectly styled, and her icy green eyes scanned the room, taking stock of her audience.

Then her gaze landed on you.

It was a fleeting moment, but you saw it—the faint crack in her mask. Her jaw tightened, her eyes widened just a touch, and her lips parted before she quickly composed herself. But it was enough. You smirked, leaning back in your chair as if you already owned the room. She looked away, but you caught her sneaking another glance before she began her lecture.

Throughout her presentation, she kept glancing at you. Your smirk only grew as you pretended not to notice, your pen now gliding across your notebook. You took notes, but it was more for show than anything else. The real prize wasn’t her words—it was her attention.

When the lecture ended, the other students swarmed her, eager to ask questions, get advice, or maybe just be noticed by someone of her stature. You didn’t move. You stayed in your seat, letting the others do their thing. You knew your moment would come.

Eventually, the crowd thinned out, and the professor excused themselves, muttering something about a meeting. That left just you and Wanda in the lecture hall.

She didn’t leave. Instead, she hovered near the podium, her eyes darting in your direction as if she were waiting for something. You stayed seated, your pen spinning idly between your fingers.

Finally, you leaned forward, resting your elbows on your desk. “So, Miss Maximoff,” you called, your voice cutting through the quiet like a knife. “Are you always this…in control? Or is it just a professional thing?”

Her head snapped in your direction, her composed mask slipping for just a second. She hesitated, her perfectly polished demeanor cracking under the weight of your gaze. “I… I don’t know what you mean,” she said, her voice steadier than you expected, but her hands betrayed her. She clenched them at her sides, as if to stop them from fidgeting.

You tilted your head, your smirk deepening. “Oh, I think you do. You walk in here, commanding the room, acting like you’ve got it all together. But I wonder…” You stood, closing the distance between you and her, your steps slow and deliberate. “Is it the same when no one’s watching? When it’s just you and someone who…sees you?”

She inhaled sharply, her cheeks flushing. She didn’t back away, but her eyes flicked to the door as if considering an escape.

You leaned on the desk beside her, your eyes locking onto hers. “Relax, Miss Maximoff. I’m not going to bite.” A pause. “Unless you ask nicely.”

Her lips parted, but no words came out. She was squirming now, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. You took a small step closer, invading her space just enough to make her breath hitch.

“I think you like being in control,” you murmured, your voice dropping to a teasing lilt. “But I also think you’d love to let someone else take over. Just for a little while.”

Her green eyes met yours, wide and uncertain. For a moment, you thought she might bolt. Instead, she whispered, “You’re…bold for a student.”

You grinned. “And you’re far too fun to intimidate.”

The tension hung in the air, electric and thick. Wanda swallowed hard, and for the first time in her life, she didn’t know what to do.

You stood back up, taking a slow, deliberate step backward, your smirk widening as you straightened your posture. The confidence radiating off you was almost tangible, a stark contrast to the way Wanda seemed to shrink under your gaze. Her perfectly manicured fingers fidgeted with the hem of her blazer, a telltale sign that you were getting to her.

“I can see why you’re so successful,” you mused, your tone casual but laced with intent. “Commanding, driven, completely untouchable. At least, that’s what you want people to think.”

Her lips parted as if to respond, but no words came out. You raised a brow, waiting, watching. When she remained silent, you chuckled softly, crossing your arms as you leaned back slightly.

“It’s cute, really,” you continued, letting your gaze sweep over her, drinking in the way her breath quickened. “The ice queen act. But you’re not as untouchable as you think, are you?”

Her cheeks flushed a deeper red, and she stiffened, trying to pull herself back together. “I don’t know what you’re implying,” she said, her voice tighter now, betraying the composure she was trying so hard to maintain.

You took a step closer again, the weight of your boots echoing in the empty lecture hall. “Oh, I think you do.” You tilted your head, your eyes narrowing slightly. “You can play the part for everyone else. But not for me. I see you, Wanda.”

The way her name rolled off your tongue sent a visible shiver down her spine. She glanced away, her hands clasping tightly in front of her as if she were trying to physically hold herself together.

“You’re…” she started, her voice faltering as she looked back at you. She could deny it all she wanted, but her pupils were dilated just from this interaction. “You’re very forward.”

You grinned, letting her words settle in the air for a moment. “And you love it,” you replied, your voice low and teasing. “Don’t you?”

Her silence was enough of an answer. She wasn’t denying it. She couldn’t. You could see it in the way her gaze lingered on you, in the way her breath hitched every time you spoke. She was unraveling, and she didn’t know how to stop it.

You reached out, brushing a nonexistent speck of dust off her blazer, your touch light but deliberate. “If you ever get tired of pretending,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper, “you know where to find me.”

With that, you turned on your heel, leaving her standing there, flushed and flustered. You didn’t look back as you walked out of the lecture hall, but you didn’t need to. You could feel her eyes on you. You could almost hear the way her mind was racing.

And you knew, without a doubt, that this was far from over.

[bluebellinbakerstreet]

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