#but at the same time i don't want to swing a bat at that particular hornet's nest i think bc. jtodd fans on the internet. hm.

[mamawasatesttube]

sometimes i think about posting a jason opinion publicly. then i remember i value my mental health

#rimi talks #i just think like. it IS genuinely interesting to think about how radically inconsistent his character writing is #from actual villain to whatever is going on in infinite frontier with him being like family angst guy #like you HAVE to pick and choose canons to follow bc its like. so self-contradictory #like i personally find villain to antivillain jason the most fun at this point. i mean technically thats not the only jason tho #but at the same time i don't want to swing a bat at that particular hornet's nest i think bc. jtodd fans on the internet. hm.

[dcxdpdabbles]

Finders Keepers

"Do not forget that the new groundskeeper is scheduled to arrive today at noon. I expect everyone to be courteous and to clean up their nighttime rubbish before his arrival," Alfred reminds them as they struggle to sit through breakfast.

Last night's patrol was brutal, and everyone was a bit bruised up and sore, not to mention that most only got an hour or so of sleep.

They collectively groan- except for Bruce and Damian, but neither count as full humans anyway, no matter what their DNA says otherwise.

Tim, in particular, is rubbing his hands down his face. "But Alfred, today's my only day off for the next six weeks!"

"I fail to see how your poor time management will change the outcome of doing your chores, Master Tim," The butler states. Tim cowards instantly at the sight of that arched brow on his grandfather's face and melts into his seat.

Pleased, Alfred taps his wristwatch. "You all have three hours. Better get to it."

They scatter. Bruce runs to his office to clean up all his paperwork, knowing some purchases were not Wayne Industries. Jason hits the multiple garages to ensure nothing bat-related is thrown in the toolboxes.

Dick is swinging by the handlers, taping his hands along the beams and pulling out hidden gadgets. Cass and Duke are walking on the roofs, double-checking the boobytraps.

Steph and Damian have offered to patrol the Batcave and the connecting tunnels to ensure the motion sensors are active.

Tim is told to walk along the property and make sure no surprise holes will appear. Bruce fell into the cave system when he was young, so the new groundskeeper might have the same fate. It's the more leisurely job since Bruce obsessively checks since it happened, but they all know Tim can barely keep his eyes open.

Tim doesn't mind because he must pat his bo staff on the ground, stomping his foot ever so often and scanning the environment with his wrist computer. He doesn't even bother to change out of his pajamas- an old pair of sweats and a baggy t-shirt Kon lent him when he once slept over and never returned. It's mostly just a walk, but it feels like an entirety to his sleep-deprived mind.

His eyelids are heavier than usual, every blink feels like a bag of sand, and he still has to check at least three-thirds of the Wayne Manor grounds.

He is wandering towards the east side of the property when he finds a very convenient bush shaped perfectly to block the sun and offer him a tiny nooch to snuggle into.

He glances back at the house and then at the time on his wrist computer. He has two hours and twenty minutes before the groundskeeper arrives.

"One short nap," Tim mutters, getting on his hands and knees to crawl into the bush. He twists to lie on his back, using his jacket as a pillow. His whole body fits inside, so Alfred will likely not catch him. The scrub is soft, and Tim relaxes into his protective shade. "I'll get up in a bit."

The wind blowing through the trees and the bushes around him lures him to sleep.

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"Hey"

A voice cuts through his dream of jumping over the city, chasing after his family but maskless. They weren't running around the roofs fighting a good fight; the Waynes in his dream were just spending time together. Laughing. Goodnaturely teasing.

It's wonderful.

It's everything he's ever wanted.

It's slowly disappearing as he is coming back to consciousness.

Tim groans, trying to roll over and return to the dream, but the voice speaks again. "Hey, man, you can't sleep here."

A hand clamps on his shoulder, giving him a gentle shake. Tim mutters, weakly swapping it away. "No. No. No."

"Come one, man, I can't have the big boss see you. It's my first day, and I don't want to get fired because I let some guy sleep in his yard." The voice continues, sounding pleasing and guilty.

Tim whimpers, rubbing his face against the cold hard ground. "No. No. No. Please, I just want to sleep. I'm not hurting anybody."

"Ancients....okay. Okay. Listen, I will let you sleep a little longer while I work. I'll finish mowing the yards and trim all the bushes. That should be at least five hours. I must move you if you're still here when I return."

Tim doesn't answer, too busy slipping back into his sleep as a hand gently runs through his hair. He snuggles into the warm palm with a sigh.

Someone gulps. "I'm in trouble, aren't I?"

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Tim snaps his eyes open to see that everything is pitch dark. Oh crude!

How long has he been asleep? What time is it? Was Alfred going to kill him!? What was he thinking?

Of course, Alfred would kill him, and unlike Jason or Damiman, the elder would not fail. In fact, from what Tim could make out in the darkness, a man was standing over him wearing white gloves.

He found me! Tim thinks historically. I didn't even have time to run!

The white gloves move closer as if they were going to touch him. He leaps up with a scream, and a man falls over.

"Woah! Woah! Hey, it's okay, I'm not a cop!" The stranger- not Alfred- shouts. Tim pauses, then lets out a louder scream. The man rushes forward to slam his hands against Tim's mouth.

He glances frantically at the manor- it's too far away to see anyone since Tim chose to nap at the very edge of the vast land Bruce's ancestors purchased.- before hissing. "Could you keep it down? Look, I let you sleep long enough; you must move."

Tim blinks owlish at him. His mind is fuzzy- shit, was he hit with something last night? He couldn't remember.- but he thinks he knows him.

Dark Hair.

Blue Eyes.

Pretty facial features.

Oh, it's one of his brothers. Dick? Yeah, it's Dick. Has to be. Tim is sure. He can't think clearly now, but he knows his eldest brother. This guy has the same color eyes. It's him.

Does Dick know he is Tim's brother? Does he know who he is?

"Dick," He tells the man in jeans overalls, just in case he forgets his name. His brother frowns.

"I know. I hate to do it, okay? But you can't sleep here."

"I can't?"

"No, dude."

"Where can I sleep?"

Dick sighs. "I think there is a shelter that-"

"Take me home."

Dick pauses, taken aback. "What?"

Tim leans forward, resting his head on his brother's shoulder. "I'm tired. I want to go home."

"Where do you live? Is there someone I can contact for you?" Dick asks in high pitched voice, seemingly uncomfortable by Tim's closeness but too bad. Tim never gets enough hugs, so he must deal with it because he wants hugs now.

"No, I want to go home with you!" He whines, and the world starts to spin. Quickly closing his eyes against the nausea, Tim tries to hide further into Dick's shoulder. "Take me home with you."

Dick is quiet for a long moment before he slumps. Carefully, he reaches up to pet Tim's hair, and it's so comforting that he almost falls back to sleep. "I'm going to regret this, but something in my core tells me to do what you say. You wouldn't happen to know a Clockwork, would you?"

Tim shakes his head.

"Right. Okay, taking a homeless stranger I found in the Waynor Manor bushes. Seems on-brand to me. Let's go."

Tim follows.

Who was he following? He doesn't remember, but when he climbs into a van with the words "Phantom Groundskeeping," he doesn't feel worried.

In fact, once he's buckled in, head leaning against the window and pulling his legs up to his chest, he feels oddly protected. The driver of the van is also beautiful.

Like wow. Talk about a work of art.

"I love you," He tells the man, who laughs, flickering blue sad eyes at him.

"Thanks. Take a nap. I think you should sleep off whatever your on and then I can get you some help."

"Do you love me too?"

"....sure. Go to sleep now."

"Will I die?"

"What?"

Tim can feel the word fading away, which is terrible; he knows it is but can't remember why. He just knows that when it disappears, he'll never wake up again. He tells the stranger as such, voice just barely above a whisper.

Glowing green eyes snap to him in alarm, and a small breath of blue leaves the stranger's mouth. Tim thinks he's slowly gaining a hint of horror, but his body begs him to sleep.

Tim blinks once, then twice, as the stranger's mouth opens and closes before he snaps his eyes to the road. "What a time to go mad."

The diver's grip on his steering wheel tightens, but Tim can barely keep his eyes open, so he can't see the gorgeous stranger's face as he whispers. "No. I won't let you die. Just....just sleep, okay? I'll figure it out."

Tim does.

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"Crap!" Jason yells, running up the stairs from the Batcave. In his hand are the test results for the standard toxicity screening they all undergo whenever they fight someone who even remotely deals with drugs.

Everyone was too tired to look at them properly, which means they all missed that Tim's blood was covered in what looked like a blend of Poison Ivy's love pollen and some kind of sleep-inducing strain.

Tim is out there, somewhere tripping balls or cuddling up to a stranger or unconscious, slowly slipping into a coma. They all thought he bailed on his work and deserved a day off so no one bothered to go after him.

Now Tim could be dead.

He rounds the large hall, his stomping footsteps barely covering the sounds of Alfred's smooth voice.

"It seems the groundskeeper is asking for a week off already. He just got married and-"

"Crap! Crap! Crap! Bruce!" He shouts, slamming the door of his dad's office open. His grandfather and father both turn sharply to him, and neither misses the paper that Jason throws. Their eyes widen in horror when they read what's on the report. "We need to find Tim!"

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Jazz wakes to find a half-dressed stranger curled around Danny, a ghost contract with drying blood on the ground, and a hastily made banner that reads "Happy Elopement!" thrown on the wall.

The living room looks like a confetti bomb went off in it. Did she miss a party being hosted in her own house? While sleeping in the room next door?

Johnny- her ex and surprisingly good friend after he stop bothering her brother- is sitting cross-legged, eyes glued on the TV.

"What. The. Fuck." Jazz asks, walking over to pour herself a cup of coffee.

"Morning," Johnny replies without so much as turning around. Since Jazz helped plan his and Kitty's wedding, the ghost becomes a brother to the Fentons. "Danny eloped."

"I figured as much by the banner." She mutters, walking over to the couch his brother and her new brother-in-law occupy. She stares at the stranger. He looked....familiar?

"Yeah, don't know all the details, but I guess his hubby was dying, so Danny pulled a Ghost King contract out of his ass and saved him by passing on his healing factor after they were hitched," Johnny says. Jazz takes a sip of her coffee. "I think he thinks he can divorce him or something. But till death due us part doesn't apply to Halfas. They're married forever, even in life or death."

"Shit." Jazz sighs. "Danny got himself into another situation. And he was doing so well recently, too. Became a groundskeeper for the Waynes and everything."

"Waynes pay well?"

"Danny could have paid off my student loans in four paychecks."

"Damn." Johnny whistles. Just then, Kitty floats through the wall wearing a red bathing robe. Jazz will never get used to the fact ghosts could look so human in the morning, with their messy hair and dazed expression. "Morning, babe."

"Morning," Kitty mumbles, leaning down to kiss Johnny. She glances at Danny and smiles. "They're so cute. I'm so happy Danny found his Core Mate."

"Core Mate?" Jazz asks.

"Like a soulmate but more dead," Kitty explains. "They are scarce to find, but once your core finds what it wants, it's fated. That's probably why Danny married so quickly, even if it was to save a life he normally wouldn't have."

Jazz looks back at the boy wrapped around in Danny's arms. Her brother is holding him like he's the most precious thing in either world, even in his sleep, and she knows that no matter what she or anyone says, he's not going to give up- wait a minute.

The stranger moves slightly in his sleep, snuggling up against Danny more, and his hair falls out of his face.

Shit.

"That's Tim Drake. Danny stole away Tim Drake." She deadpans. "Danny went over to cut Bruce Wayne's yard and returned with his son to elop with."

"In one afternoon? I'm impressed." Johnny laughs. "He really said all services included."

"Don't be gross, Johnny," Kitty scolds, but she's smiling. Jazz just shakes her head, reaching down for the contract. She may as well read what kind of dead-brain idea her baby brother got involved with this time.

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #Finders Keepers #dead tired #trigger warning: Druged #Tim get hit with Poison Ivy's pollen #Different Povs #Danny was just trying to do his job #Tim was just trying to nap #Now they married #Danny did in fact think he could marry him pass along his powers though the marriage then divorcé him #Kitty and Johnny are the friends always staying over and munching off your coffee

[love-toxin]

Vampire!eddie holding you sweetly when you cry, because your little bat babies want mama to swing with them and they don’t understand why she can’t/won’t

how could you do this to me....

(cw: blood mention)

"It's okay, baby. C'mon–shhh, it's okay.."

Rarely has Eddie seen you in a state like this; bawling your eyes out and collapsed into his arms, so upset all you can do is whimper and take deep, shaky breaths as you try not to sob too loudly. And that's taking into account the fact that you've been together for years now, you've been through hell together, and you've birthed him the most beautiful babies he swears he's ever laid his eyes on, yet he's never witnessed you crumble in this particular way–and all over something he found relatively silly, even though you certainly didn't see it the same way.

"I disappointed them…I let down my babies…" Your lower lip wobbles, your sniffles loud and wet and pitiful. Maybe part of this reaction is because your hormones are a little crazy right now, but Eddie's grip doesn't loosen and his kisses to your temple don't slow just because it might be an overreaction on your part. He doesn't really care if it is, because the fact of the matter is that the comment your youngest made, while totally without malice, absolutely crushed you to tears, and you need comforting now more than you ever have before.

"Oh, sweet girl, you haven't let them down–I promise. They just don't know any better." Eddie squeezes you tighter, his hand comes round to pull your thigh higher on his lap and rub at it when you're seated more comfortably. The comment in question was that harmless "Mama, why don't you swing with us? Why can't mama swing?" and it rendered you speechless and teary-eyed as you very swiftly excused yourself, leaving Eddie to busy them for a minute or two before he could follow you to your master bedroom.

"But it's not just that!" You cry, clinging to his worn-out Black Sabbath t-shirt that he refuses to part with, despite the many little holes that catch your fingers as you do. "I can't fly with you, I can't sleep like you do, I can't take our kids out to teach them how to hunt, I can't swing with them-"

"You do so much more, baby. You're the best mother I could ever want for my children." He kisses the tears off your cheeks in the spaces between his words, before touching your cheek with the pads of his cool fingers and diving in for one on the lips. It's always been a cold kind of thrill, his bloodless flesh sliding against yours like the skin of a corpse–you hate when he compares himself like that.

"But I'm not like you." You sniffle, moments after he's broken it off. "I'll die one day, Eddie. And I'll leave you and all our kids behind."

You both know how much of a sore spot that is. He knows the reality of it all, and so do you, but being prepared for it is completely different than being able to deal with it when it comes. And Eddie knows by that look you give him, when the tears quit falling and streaking your precious cheeks, exactly what idea has struck your mind.

"We don't know if it'll work." He pleads, suddenly all too aware of how sharp his fangs are in his mouth.

"We can try."

"It could kill you," Eddie tears his gaze away from your neck, that beautiful expanse of skin that tests his self-restraint every morning and, especially, every night. "...I could kill you."

Those words hang in the air, that "kill" echoing in the strained silence of your bedroom, save for your own breathing. For the first time in his life he prays, quietly, that you'll let it stop there and drop that ridiculous….idea. That you won't bare your flesh and blood to him, won't look up at him with those eyes full of life and whisper, almost seductively, your plea for him to take it all away.

It's wishful thinking. Even moreso that he'll have the self-control not to give you what you want, and take what he needs so desperately in the process.

#eddie munson #vampire!eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie's angelface #bat!eddie munson #st 4 #stranger things #ellie writes #anons

[talesofsonicasura]

Insomnia was being a bitch last night and kept me up. So here's an idea for a self insert that those in the Creepypasta's Sonic Exe section would like.

Self Insert where Reader is transported into a different series, knowledge may vary, and stuck in the Sonic form of Fatal Error.

This fucker right here! Tetrabrachial sadistic computer virus who wears the body of Sonic 3's blue blur and made his debut in Friday Night Funkin.

Yup. Poor Reader is gonna be stuck looking like a 7 ft twisted hedgehog monster with the voice of a S.A.M generator. They hate it especially when the issue lands them in other people's radar. And Reader is gonna be a snarky bitch about it.

This is a free prompt so anyone can try their own take. Here's some of my ideas.

Fatal Error of Cybertronian Proportions

Yup. Kicking things off with Transformers specifically Prime as I need to rewatch Bayverse.

Fatal Error!Reader manifest in Memorial High School's computer classroom at the dead of night. A shared fright with the school janitor leads to an accidental county wide internet crash. This includes two particular Cybertronian bases nearby.

Autobots and Decepticons look into the source of the crash. Knockout beats the Autobot opposition to the punch in finding the cause. Unfortunately for him, Reader shares how lethal a sentient computer virus can be and crashes his system(don't worry he recovers). A wild goose chase ensues as both sides try to catch Reader.

This continues until an encounter with Optimus Prime goes wrong. An attempt to crash his systems is to met with resistance by the Matrix of Leadership. It results in Reader and Optimus being tethered to their respective core. Neither can be too far from the other unless they wish to get snap back together like a rubber band. Or if one dies so will the other.

Now Team Prime has to break the data bond while the Decepticons continue to hunt down Reader. Oh and their four armed companion is a complete snarky smartass about the whole thing. Good luck with being their guardian Optimus.

Ratchet: Why are you always smiling? It looks haunting.

Fatal Error!Reader: Similar to your metallic ass with that control console, my face's stuck. Now let me sleep ye giant bucket of bitchy bolts.

Optimus: Please behave the both of you.

Fatal Error!Reader: Tell that to the bucket headed yandere with a stalking kink. Your former friend clearly escape the funny farm and needs to take his Xanax.

Optimus: *google searches the medicine and strange term* I am very concerned about your opinion of Megatron.

Impossible Curse Statistics

For this scenario, we're diving into the realm of Jujutsu Kaisen specifically five years before the show's events.

Fatal Error!Reader manifests inside Yuji's home through the power lines. The ten year child is accidentally spooked by the hedgehog like virus at first. Well, until Yuji sees how concerned the 'scary oni' is about his living conditions.

Fatal Error!Reader: Um...where are your parents??? Folks usually come down swinging with a bat by now if their kids in danger.

Yuji: My parents passed away some time ago and Oji-san is hospitalized.

Fatal Error!Reader: ... seriously? That's not only depressing but very morally questionable on why someone would leave a child all alone. Okay kid, guess I'm your caretaker now.

Yuji is taken in and raised by hedgehog shaped virus. His fate changing as Reader bound themselves to him through a pseudo Binding Contract. They protect each other whether it be malicious hackers to dangerous curses.

Life has been good until a certain cursed finger comes into play. Now Reader has to defend Yuji from evil trying to bring the King of Curses back to his full power. At the same time, dodge a weakened Sukuna who has too much interest in the virus and the Jujutsu Sorcerers who want to ensare both.

Neither members of this strange found family are gonna take this lying down. There's a reason why you don't mess with a virus. One wrong is enough for a fatal error to occur. And Reader will be happy to teach that lesson personally.

Glitch In The Relics

We're diving into the world of Knack for this last one.

Fatal Error!Reader emerges from within one of Viktor's security robots during his issued challenge against the relic bound golem. Their appearance causes panic amongst the many attendants except for our main characters. Reader's obliviousness and absolute confusion of their surroundings is enough to have Doctor Vargas protect them.

To prove they aren't a threat, the virus reluctantly joins the expedition. A kinship forms between Reader and Knack about being 'monsters'. Can't forget their habit of accidentally breaking stuff. Well crash in the former's case.

Fatal Error!Reader: *stares at Ryder's unresponsive car* Oops.

Ryder: At least it wasn't my plane.

Knack: *slips and accidentally leaves a large gash on said plane*

Fatal Error!Reader: Congratulations, you just jinxed yourself.

Other than the shared mishaps, both learn and grow as a simple expedition evolves into a grand adventure. A snarky virus once human become comfortable about their strange predicament. Meanwhile Knack gains self confidence about himself alongside Reader and co.

Sometimes all you need is a friend to help find your place in the world. For a certain virus and relic golem, that's the way they like it. Even if a lot of stuff gets smashed in the progress.

That's it for now! Until next time folks, I'll see you later. Before I go, enjoy this song I been listening to.

#sonicasura #tales of sonicasura #maccadam #transformers #transformers prime #transformers series #tfp #transformers x reader #knack #ps4 knack #knack ps4 #Youtube #knack x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu sorcerer #sorcery fight #jujutsu kaisen x reader #reader insert #reader #self insert #fatal error #fatal error!reader #fatal error exe #sonic exe #long post

[susandsnell]

1, 6, 24 😉 xx

eeee, thank you so much ditty!!!! you're an absolute gem, hope this solstice thursday is treating you well!! <3

choose violence ask game 🔥

1. the character everyone gets wrong? pick a Batman Rogue. any rogue. literally any of them, and they will be Flanderized to hell and back over one to two traits they may not even have canonically possessed for two to three decades. I readily and wholeheartedly admit that this is not entirely the fault of fandom, and is at least partly owing to the broader problem with having long-running comics universes, because there is such a huge variance in characterization (and quality of said characterization thanks to the overabundance of edgelord and bigoted comics/comic media writers), in the gravity of their actions and where they land on the moral spectrum, and even in motivation that it is nigh impossible to even say what getting said character 'right' means unless the person is talking about a specific iteration (ex.: someone writing fic or making headcanons about specifically Paul Dano's Riddler from The Batman 2022, who has a very particular voice/ethos/motive distinct from your other Riddlers, though there are core shared traits). But of this bunch, i'd have to say my poor Ivy gets it the worst. I'm truly glad she's evolved beyond being just another Temptress of Men Who Hates Them But Also Needs Their Validation Through Constant Sex (although done right she's still a great femme fatale wasting their time and catfishing them for eco-terrorism purposes), and of course as a canon queer character she means the world to me, but as is the case with every popular female character, she's either Holding The Braincell (aka everyone's mom, and I don't mean in the kink way), or Irredeemable. A lot of this does arise from how poor the execution of modern canon Harlivy has been because of respectability politics, but reducing her to Snarky Husky Voiced Plant Lady Rolling Her Eyes At Harley's Antics, making her have her shit way too together (she's always sent to Arkham!), making her the one-sided babysitter/healer of Harley's problems (and by extension, the problems of any other woman), making her a snarky queer auntie to the Batkids (vomit, it's as cringe as the rest of mainstream Batfam fanon), making her have way too much emotional intelligence to the point of counselling others (she's not even one of the psychologist rogues!), having her whole existence revolve around Harley....it's exhausting. (And again, unfortunately something the writers are fucking up in canon constantly, too.)

Fandom as a whole is allergic to women having flaws that impact the narrative concretely without demonizing them for it (when the dudes doing the same and worse are adored and worshipped for it), doubly so if she's BIPOC or queer (because again, double the respectability politics), so they flatten out those flaws and it's like, is she even a villain anymore with her own motivations and ethos, or is she a big tiddy witch gf from a paywalled phone app dating sim? Let her be as complex and angry and jagged and hypocritical as the other male rogues, my god!! (Sidenote that I'm not against retooling characters' designs/presentations/tactics anew entirely for a new universe iteration, especially if it refreshes the narrative, so long as they're interesting and true to some spirit of the character. In other words, masc Ivy's are fine and more than welcome lol.)

6. Which ship fans are the most annoying?

Oh, you really want me to swing my bat at the hornet's nest with this one, huh? While the cheat answer for this is "all of them if you spend enough time in any given ship fandom", I'm the most frequently exhausted by migratory Good Girl Fixing Bad Boy fandom. Fuck it, I'll name names with periods. The Zutar.a/Reyl.o/Darkli.na/Dae.myra et cetera fandom. The ships themselves, I can take or leave (though my main gripe is frequently their execution is just boring). There's no moral objections on my part, to be clear. I'd be hypocritical to take that tack considering my own tastes in markedly more fucked-up shit and like, hello, I cut my teeth in Phantom of the Opera fandom since I was 12 and love gothic romances, so like, glass houses. My issue comes in where these types without fail are consistently smug about the potent feminism inherent to ships they specifically in fanon interpret in the most boring, gender essentialist, wattpad daddy-dom-size-difference kink ho-hum ways imaginable because...it makes them horny, and woman horny about traditional gender roles equals feminism somehow. If it stopped there, I'd've never developed such an animosity, but no no. They make arguments about how much more feminist it is than the (often canon) hero/heroine ships because Feminism Is When Woman Is Treated Like Property By The Man I Find Attractive. They act like cishet romances, usually between two white characters, is the most marginalized thing imaginable and whinge that artists/studios/creators are "too cowardly" to "include romance" if it doesn't go canon in the way they like, as if more marginalized romance stories aren't fighting tooth and nail just to get off the ground. And on that note, the bigotry I have witnessed firsthand in these circles is just appalling; this is a fandom-wide issue and certainly not exclusive to any one shipping community, but the amount of times I have seen them come off as just frothing at the mouth to be homophobic should a slash shipper not bend the knee to the Great Potent Feminism of their ships, and the amount of times the mask as come off is just. Whew. It's okay to just be horny. It really is. One does not have to make a Social Issue Thing about it.

24. Topic that brings up the most rancid discourse? Weird corollary to the above question, and kind of an overbroad answer so I apologize, but Appropriate Amount Of Condonation Versus Condemnation of both characters, and works of fiction as a whole. I feel like the purity culture discourse has gotten so toxic it's gone completely 0 or 100 "if you watch something where something bad happens You Yourself Are Guilty Of This Thing" or "nothing fictional has any impact whatsoever", when my take is a more nuanced idea of media normalizing and reinforcing certain biases, but also, it's not real lmao. If the work itself espouses certain troubling viewpoints it's unsurprising if the audience takes that on (ex: Frank Miller perpetuating racism and misogyny through his writings), but people are such whining babies about so much as glimpsing any kind of Problematic Media (especially miserable if you're a horror fan) that I understand how the knee-jerk defensiveness arose. On the other hand, the baby got thrown out with the bathwater, including by opportunistic bigots who want to shut down any and all critical discussion of social issues present in or surrounding their interests, lest it Spoil Their Fun (and to silence people over whom they're privileged), to the point that any critique from a moral standpoint is immediately branded as Purity Culture with no regard to nuance or the context of the perspective of the person making the critique. So for example, you have people who throw hissy fits about Catra from She-Ra getting a redemption arc and you have people who thoughtfully point out how the writing of certain tropes in a given work perpetuate transmisogyny, and they're all thrown in the same basket and it's exhausting. No space for nuance, you're either Pro or Anti, and to quote Sarah Z's excellent video on this issue, I for one am a tax-paying adult woman.

#thank you SO much for giving me the opportunity to bitch #hope you're doing wonderful!!! <3 #ask night

[ask-wbp-quincey]

Story is set when Oden first joins the Whitebeard pirates)

Name: Quincey

Nicknames/ title: Quince, Quinn, Carp (Whitebeard), Charging Ram Quincey (Epithet)

Race: Half Fishman Half Human?

Age: 13-14

Pronouns: She/Her

Height: 5.7 ft

Orientation: Aro-Ace

Devil fruit: Ushi-Ushi no mi: Model Qilin

Weapons: Falchion Sword, horns/antlers, tail, teeth and claws.

Personality traits: Sarcastic, stupid lovable idiot, jokester/prankster, blunt, cheerful, no self-awareness, what's personal safety? Will tell you how it is, punch go brrr, depressingly lacking in self-worth, annoying.

Facts:

Quinn was reborn in One Piece about a month ago, in that time she has done several dumb things:

Such as accidently eating a devil fruit, losing the ability to swim, a very stupid thing to do as a Fishman... she can breathe under water still, but she will sink like a rock and won't be able to move or do anything other than sit at the bottom of the sea floor.

Antagonised a Prime Garp, which ended badly for her, being caught and thrown into a cell on his ship.

Decided to escape onto Whitebeard's ship as some kind of entertainment, finding great pleasure in annoying the whole crew. However she just gets stuck on the ship, unable to leave...

She gets on well with 15 year old Marco and Nekomamushi, Vista is tired of her shit, Oden finds her amusing and at the same time annoying, Toki is like her helpful big sister, Jozu and Inuarashi find her weird.

She has no clue what she is, but her guess is a Fishman. Don't even try to ask her what type of Fishman she is, Quinn will say: "a scaley fish"

She likes to wear 'cool' stuff, the trench coat in particular is one of her favourites, Quinn will often stand in the wind and let it blow behind her... makes her feel like a badass.

Quinn found a Falchion sword, which at the time she thought was awesome, swords are really cool, especially in One piece... but now greatly regrets taking it with her, all the Swordsmen on the Moby Dick have decided to try and teach her how to use it. Spoiler: She has no talent.

Her poor swordmenship skills make everyone cringe, she will swing her sword around like a baseball bat, she will hit people with the flat side of the blade and will even throw it at people sometimes.

When Quinn fights its lacking in the safety department, she just wants to have fun, throwing herself into dangerous situations without fear. Because of this, Quincey is unfazed by guns or swords and will dive on an opponent without a care.

The girl figures out pretty quickly that she's stronger than a regular human and her head is hard, like rock hard, Quinn will charge into enemies, headbutting is her favourite technique. Her tail makes a good blunt object to hit people with and she has no problem biting or punching her way out of situations... whether that actually works or not is dependent on who she's fighting.

She is often asked why she has horns, Quincey of course has no clue. In our world she obviously just a human, while in One piece Quinn's appearance is very similar to that of her real world self , only she has the added bonus of the fish features and the blue hair.

She can't talk about the future to anyone, well with the exception of Toki that is... As for the rest, when she speaks about the events in the manga, they will hear something cryptic or creepy, almost like a riddle or rhyme. Something that isn't very understandable. When she learns about this little ability, Quince finds it all very fun and enjoys messing with the crew. Her favourite target is Whitebeard about his hair loss in the future.

Despite her rashness, jokes and brave foolish behaviour, it is hardly for the right reasons. She does these things, simply because she doesn't care whether she lives or dies. This lack of fear stems from literally not giving a damn. "What's the point of trying to survive in a world like this, its not like it matters. If I die, I die. I'm gonna do whatever I want, might as well have fun while I'm alive."

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Thanking the kind delivery person and wishing them a safe journey, Mingi shut the door behind him and stared at the package he was currently holding. Recognizing the logo of the company, he excitedly walked in a speedy form across the hallway and back into the bedroom, where his girlfriend, Y/N, was still in the same position as he left her: laying on the bed, a pillow tucked underneath her chest as she hugged it whilst staring up at the movie playing on the television. Mingi couldn't help but find her cute as one of her legs swung up and down, telltale sign she was enjoying the movie so far.

"What'd you get?" She asked when she felt the bed dip behind her when he sat on it.

"Oh just some cute little things I found on the internet. I'm just going to check and make sure they're not broken or something."

The girl simply hummed out at his response and resumed her focus back on the movie, ignoring the tearing of tape and shuffling of wrapping paper behind her. Carefully taking out each item one by one, Mingi set them down on the soft mattress, arranging them in an orderly fashion. His heart beat faster with each article he touched, palms getting sweaty as he began to imagine all the possible ways he could use all the items he bought. Soon enough, the corner of the bed where he sat at was arrayed with some of the various toys he had purchased: rope, blindfolds, soft and furry handcuffs, vibrators that ranged from bullet all the way to rabbit ones, mouth gags, floggers, assorted dildos, a collar with a leash set, different types of anal plugs including one that had a faux cat tail attached to it, and nipple clamps, all in a pretty pale pink color. However there was still one more item he had not yet taken out yet, still hidden inside the box. Pushing some of the leftover paper over, Mingi's hand slightly trembled as he looked down at the bright dark pink device that he had bought on a whim after he viewed some very explicit content on the internet the other day. His finger gently touched the plastic cylinder that was on one end of the toy, mind already thinking about putting it to use. Slowly, he turned his head to look over at his darling girlfriend, who was still absentmindedly fixed on the screen in front of her. Her leg had long stopped moving around, her body now completely relaxed.

"Perfect." Mingi thought.

Setting the box aside, he shifted so he was sitting right where her legs were. His fingers began grazing the hem of the babydoll lingerie dress Y/N was donning, the color matching with the toys he had bought. He had always loved the light shades of pink adorned, not just on her, but on her body, sometimes bordering on red if he got a little too carried away when he had his way with her. Lifting part of the dress up to reveal the matching lace panties, his hand cupped part of her left butt cheek, which resulted in a tiny giggle from her.

"Mingi? What are you up to?"

When she tried to shift around to see him, his hands immediately pressed her back down to her original position.

"Just stay like that princess and relax for me ok?"

Noticing the change of tone and his use of that particular nickname, Y/N did as she was told, eagerly anticipating what he had in store for her. Mingi slid his finger across her covered slit, probing around a little longer near her opening, slightly pushing part of his finger in there. When pulling it back, there was a wet arousal spot left there. Smiling fondly down at her, Mingi placed his arms at either sides of her body, lowering himself enough so he could start placing kisses along the nape of her neck and traveled them to the start of her back. She began to let out soft hums when his hands began caressing her sides, running them around the outline of her waist.

"My pretty baby. I hope you don't mind, but I bought you a few things."

Ears perking up and with glimmering eyes, Y/N allowed her doting boyfriend to help lift her up and sit her on his lap, making her face towards the rows of toys displayed out on the bed. A faint blush spread across the apples of her cheeks, fascination spreading around her body. Full of curiosity, her hand leaned out to hover above the items, some of which she knew what they were and some which were unfamiliar to her.

"It's ok babygirl. You can touch them." Mingi's soothing voice assured her when she hesitated to touch the nearest ones in her reach.

Gaining a bit of courage, she picked up one of cuter looking wands, her palms cupping the dome shaped top. Brushing some of the hair out of the way, Mingi pressed a chaste kiss to her shoulder.

"You like that one?"

She nodded.

"It's cute."

Giggling softly, Mingi nuzzled his nose against her neck.

"Just like you princess."

Y/N let out a soft squeal as Mingi gently tackled her down onto the bed, his hands intertwining with hers. Starting with her forehead, he began peppering kisses all over her face before eventually reaching her lips and placing small tiny pecks on them, smiling occasionally against them. After a while, Mingi's kisses became more heated, his hands which were holding his girlfriend's hands in place were now gripping onto her thighs, running them down and up them before eventually wrapping them around his hips which were currently rolling themselves against hers. Y/N's faint moans were being swallowed up by Mingi's mouth as his tongue roamed the inside of hers, swirling her tongue around his before eventually tugging it out slightly so he could give it a tiny suck. Y/N's hands were already tangled on the back of Mingi's dyed red locks, messing them up just a tiny bit. When he pulled away, they were both left breathless, a tiny string of saliva that connected to their lips suddenly breaking apart as they stared in each other's eyes.

"Princess, will you let Daddy use some of the new toys on you?"

He didn't need to ask twice as Y/N was already nodding, also curious and aching to try out some of the toys. Raising her arms up and arching her back slightly, she allowed Mingi to strip the babydoll dress off her body, her panties soon following suit as they layed scattered on the floor next to the bed. Mingi admired her naked body, never getting tired of seeing her underneath him, legs spread as she let him view her in her most vulnerable state, always feeling like the first time he had her in such a position. Reaching for the same wand vibrator she had picked out before, Mingi turned it on, a slight buzzing noise coming out of it. Making sure it was on the mildest setting, he lowered it down and pressed it between her breasts, her body shivering slightly when she felt the vibrations hit against her skin.

"How does it feel so far princess?" He asked first before attempting to move it anywhere else.

"G-good. Feels good. But I want it somewhere else." She admitted.

Mingi chuckled at her answer.

"Somewhere else? Where exactly babygirl? Perhaps here?"

Y/N let out a sharp gasp as Mingi moved the vibrator over to caress one of her nipples, immediately making it poke out. Mingi held the device on her nipple briefly, often circling it around the rest of her breast before pressing back against her sensitive little nub. He made sure to repeat the same actions to her other nipple, not forgetting to let it receive the same treatment as its fellow twin. Once he felt her nipples had received enough attention, he began to move the wand down her stomach, inching it closer and closer towards her mound. Y/N's hands clutched onto the blanket underneath her.

Mingi began teasing her as he made the vibrator roam around her inner thighs, getting dangerously close to her core before pulling it away and dragging it further from where she wanted and needed it most.

"Mingi!" She whined at him.

"Yes princess? Is there something you want?" He tilted his head at her, smiling mischievously when she batted her eyelashes at him.

"Princess you gotta use your words. Daddy isn't a mind reader."

Taking a deep breath, Y/N dragged one hand down her body, cupping one of her breasts, her fingers toying with her sensitive nipple.

"I want...want the toy-" She bit her lip in frustration, eyebrows furrowed up at him.

"This?" Mingi retracted the device from her body, holding it up and swinging it around his hand. "Where does my princess want this now?"

He let out a pleased smile when Y/N grabbed his free hand to place it right on top of her clit.

"Here. I want daddy to put it right here." She answered as she moved his fingers so they could rub against her genitals, producing more slick to accumulate inside of her.

"Right here? You want daddy to put it right there?"

She nodded furiously, spreading her legs even further to get her point across. The buzzing sound of the vibrator got louder as Mingi turned it up a level. When it made contact with Y/N's clit, a breath got stuck in her throat. It pulsated so powerfully against her mound her body began to instinctively move away, but Mingi's hand pressed her down onto the bed, holding her in place as he angled the wand so it could hit all over her nerves.

"Don't baby. You said you wanted it right here and that's where it's staying."

Mingi had to admit watching her squirm underneath him, trying to escape his grasp while he watched in earnest as her pussy began turning a light shade of pink whilst it throbbed against the wand had the tent in his pants tightening even further. She was already leaking so much and her pussy looked so delicious it made him wonder just how much prettier it was going to look after he used the special device he bought for her. Y/N's legs began to tremble the longer Mingi held the vibrator next to her mound, her breathing becoming labored as she felt that familiar coil build up at the pit of her stomach. Just as soon as it was fast approaching, Mingi selfishly turned off the wand, putting an end to the addicting vibrations she was just enjoying. Mingi let out a subtle snort when he saw her glaring up at him.

"I'm sorry baby, but I just couldn't help to think that... it feels like something's missing. I think you'll look much prettier if you had something adorning you."

Scanning over the many articles layed out before him, Mingi picked up the tail butt plug. Stroking the fluffy part across her chin, he waved it in front of her face. Y/N however was confused about where it was supposed to go. Noticing her confusion, especially when she pointed at it, Mingi lowered it down so it was rubbing across her slick folds.

"This little toy right here babygirl....goes right here."

When Y/N felt the slightly cool metal piece rubbing against her rim, she widened her eyes and immediately retracted her body away from it.

"Mingi you are not sticking anything up my ass." She firmly declared.

His bottom lip poked out.

"Are you sure about that?"

"I'm very sure. Don't you dare." She continued.

Mingi nodded, not going to press her any further with something she was saying a hard no to. Going back to the clutter of toys, his fingers picked up two nipple clamps that had a white bow with a pink button attached to them. Holding them out in front of her breasts, Mingi smiled in satisfaction when she gave him the thumbs up to put them on. She would have thought that they would pinch a lot harder but surprisingly the didn't. The clamps seemed to be squeezing her nipples just right, applying the perfect amount of pressure on them. Testing them out, Mingi flicked his index fingers across them, getting an immediate reaction as Y/N grunted softly at his ministrations.

"How do they feel?" He inquired.

"They feel nice. Do they look pretty?" She rose her chest a bit.

"Oh they look absolutely beautiful on you princess. You look beautiful."

When his hand came down to caress her cheek, Y/N leaned into his touch, enjoying the small and gentle gesture of affection. Leaning down, Mingi kissed her forehead and then looked at her straight in the eyes.

"And you're going to look even more beautiful after we use a little something special I bought."

Mingi reached for the box that had been pushed aside yet had not been forgotten by him. Casting the box aside, he finally revealed what had been kept hidden inside:

A bright pink vaginal pump.

Y/N looked at the sex toy with fascination. It looked pretty and it was nothing she'd ever seen. Although it slightly intimidated her, she found herself drawn to it.

"What's that for?" She pointed towards it.

Glad that she'd ask, Mingi cupped the cylinder piece and gave it a tiny squeeze to show her it was flexible.

"See darling, I'm going to put this little piece right over here on your pretty little pussy. And then this part."

He picked up the other end with his other hand which was medicinal-ball styled pump and smelled down at her.

"Is going to suck those pretty lips of yours until they're left swollen and sensitive to the touch. That way when I fuck you I'm going to have you cumming over and over again."

Y/N was intrigued by his words so she just obeyed Mingi and patiently waited as he began lubricating the edges of the plastic cylinder dome. Once that was done, he meticulously positioned it on top of her mound, pressing it down to make sure it would stay put and would seal around it.

"God I bet you're going to look so pretty." He couldn't wait to see the results.

Picking up the pumper once more, he reminded her their safe word in case she felt uncomfortable or, heaven forbid in pain, and he'd immediately release the emergency valve so it'd come off her body instantly. Y/N nodded and then took a deep breath to steady her nerves, reminding herself to just relax and trust Mingi. When Mingi squeezed the pump for the first time, she felt her pussy get sucked into the cup, her breath hitching as it felt like those times Mingi would go down on her and would suckle on her clit. But this felt even better as she felt it not only on her clit, but all around her.

"You ok?" Mingi wanted to make sure before proceeding.

"I-I'm good. It's good, keep going." She encouraged him, which delighted him greatly.

Mingi pumped the valve 2 more times, watching in earnest as his girlfriend's hips arched up as the toy suctioned more of her inside. Her eyes were closed and her mouth which was agape was spilling out tiny moans as the blood flow was increasing throughout her nether region. She could already feel it become more sensitive and she could only imagine how it would feel afterwards.

"Please more." She cried out to her boyfriend, wanting to feel it suck her up even more.

Obliging to her request, Mingi pressed the pumper 2 more times, dick hardening as he watched her pussy lips cover the entire space around the rim of the cup, nearly bulging out at the sides. With the way Y/N's legs curled up he knew it was enough for now. Pressing the release valve, the cup began emitting a hushed hissing sound as it began detaching itself from his girlfriend's body, plopping down on the bed in between her legs.

"Holy hell." Mingi couldn't hide his shock when he saw the clearly visible results:

Her labia folds were engorged beyond anything he'd ever seen, her inner lips had a reddish tint to them and could be seen protruding out slightly, her clitoris was swollen and her entire region was pink colored due to all the pressure it had been under. Y/N curiously looked down to see and she herself was surprised by how her pussy was looking.

"Oh fuck." Her hand came up to cup her mouth.

Mingi couldn't stop staring at the image. She looked utterly delicious that he couldn't help himself as he began lowering his face until it was right in between her legs. Testing the waters first, he stuck his tongue out, laying it flat against her clit. When she felt his wet muscle touch her, Y/N let out a small whimper, her body moving slightly away from him as the sensation was too strong, her pussy feeling completely delicate.

"Too sensitive babygirl?" Mingi lifted his head up to take in her reaction.

"Like crazy." She had a tiny pout on her face which had Mingi smiling.

"I'll be sure to be very gently then princess."

With complete tenderness, Mingi began to place small kitten licks around her clit, sometimes flicking his tongue out, hitting her overly reactive bundle of nerves that had her shivering to an extent. With a slow movement, he dragged his tongue down one side of her puffy lips, once reaching her entrance he made sure to shove his tongue inside it, moderately thrusting it and out of her hole, muffled animalistic groans spilling from his luscious lips as he lapped up the secretions that were exuding from her body. Y/N began writhing more and more as Mingi dragged his tongue back up her other lip, teeth slightly grazing across it.

"Princess if you keep trying to push me away like that how am I supposed to fuck you?"

Biting down her lip, Y/N gestured with a roll of her eyes towards the pile of toys next to them.

"Tie me up daddy." Her voice came out as a challenge.

Raising an eyebrow at her, Mingi already began reaching for one of the silk ties that were available to him.

"You want that darling? Want daddy to tie you up and hold you down as I fuck your swollen pink pussy?"

Y/N's eyes nearly rolled to the back of her head as she imagined that.

"Oh God yes. Please fuck me."

Hearing her beg in earnest for him had Mingi fumbling to rid himself of his clothes. Y/N chuckled as it sort of reminded her of the very first time they were intimate. How he was super awkward yet eager to please her in any way he could. In a way, nothing really changed. The only change was that Mingi got more and more confident over time, clearly evident in as he began tying her hands together, one of them gripping her bound wrists to keep her arms above her head while the other began lining himself against her opening. He couldn't resist himself as he slapped his tip against her clit, seeing it twitch as Y/N whined in his ear, her thighs squeezing together from the overwhelming sting she felt. Giggling rather evilly, Mingi pried her legs open staring intently in between them as he began to push his length inside of her. Her walls were practically clinging onto him the more he stuffed himself inside her, her body involuntarily clenching around his cock as it was overly and intensely sensitive, her folds practically throbbing against his raw intrusion.

Pushing out slowly, Mingi moved very carefully, wanting to see first how much could she handle before he got more rough with her. Y/N was already releasing blissful pants, eyes shut as she began to get lost in the utterly obliterating pleasure she was receiving. It seemed whenever Mingi would pull out, it'd get harder as her cavern would hug him even tighter, craving him back inside where it belonged. Before she knew it her previously orgasm that was taken away slowly crept up once more, rapidly spreading down to the pit of her stomach, more so since her intimate parts were more receptive to any touch, but were especially reacting to the way Mingi's cock was sliding in and out of them. When Mingi's mouth began to suckle on the side of her neck, Y/N could feel like she was going to lose it. She didn't want to cum so early and on so little, but Mingi's kisses and his hot breath on her skin weren't helping her case.

"You have no idea how absolutely adorable your swollen lips look hugging my big cock. I wish you could see it."

Grunting softly as he picked up his pace, he bit down onto her shoulder, leaving behind a purple blotch.

"Maybe I should grab my phone and record it all for you to see. Would you like that princess? So you can see how daddy's fat cock looks against your engorged pussy?"

Before she could even comprehend what was happening or how, Y/N trembled under Mingi's body, her hips jolting up as she began spasming from the high she was currently reaching. Mingi looked at her in utter amazement, unable to believe she really just came so fast. Sure he knew the toy would make the sex feel even better...but he never imagined it'd be that good. Even so, he couldn't help the relentless teasing he was going to give her.

"Awww princess..you came so fast, it's such a shame."

Smiling darkly down at her, Mingi began to ram his dick deep inside her, hips snapping up at a brutal pace as his pelvis brushed against her throbbing clit each time his bulbous tip hit that sweet spot inside of her. Y/N began squirming and writhing, her body both pleading to get away from him but also wanting to keep the feeling from continuing. The room was becoming filled with the sound of their skin slapping against each other, the frantic wailing coming out of Y/N's lips and Mingi's sinful growls that protruded from his throat. The hand that was holding her hip down moved to place itself on top of her stomach, pressing her down further onto the bed while simultaneously rubbing the bulge that was clearly outlining his length which was currently destroying her insides.

"So small, such a tiny precious baby. You're so pretty my little one."

He couldn't hide the smug grin on his face as she began clenching once more around him.

"You love it when I remind you how much bigger I am in comparison to you right? Of course you do. Otherwise you wouldn't let me be here now, with my cock buried so deep inside of you princess even if it'll leave you shaking and limping for days."

Y/N couldn't contain herself as she began cumming once more under him, her toes curling and mind going numb as all she could focus on was the immense amount of pleasure Mingi was giving her. Her vision was brimmed with tears, some of them beginning to roll down her cheeks as she began whimpering and crying out at the intensity of it all.

"Awww princess. Dirty talk makes you become a mess all over me? How cute. I don't think you've cum this much in so little time."

Moving from her abdomen upwards, Mingi tugged on the nipple clamps still adorning her chest slightly, her body beginning to fret even more with the increased sensitivity he was putting her through.

"Can you cum a third time for me? I'm going to cum soon too. Cum all over your pretty, pink and puffy pussy. Cover it completely with my cum, I'm going to ruin you my little angel. I'll make sure you're a crying mess too."

Y/N's back arched as Mingi's hand began to rub against her clit which had turned from a pink shade to a more light red hue. The overstimulation from her two previous orgasms, her swollen lips that were sensitive even to a simple blow of air, Mingi's cock ramming deep inside her and his fingers working in between her legs, she began to shake and quiver as tiny splashes of liquid came rushing out, staining the blanket underneath them and some of it spurting onto her boyfriend's abs.

"Holy shit! Yes- just like that princess. Make a mess all over daddy's cock like the filthy girl I know you are."

Giving her just a couple more thrusts, Mingi pulled his glistening cock out and began pumping himself furiously, a stream of white liquid squirting out and landing on her thighs and on her enlarged lips. He raspy and carnal grunts were emitted by him as he finished himself off all over his girlfriend's reddened mound, the girl completely laying still as she had a look of being completely fucked out, her eyes staring intently at the ceiling. She regained her senses when she saw something coming over to cover her eyes, effectively rendering her blind for the moment.

"I'm not done yet princess. Daddy still wants to try more toys on you."

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[fruit-salad-ship]

How bout a college/university AU. What’re their majors? Sports teams? Are Plum and Peach passive aggressive roommates???

so this AU is my particular fav, because you can dial the fun up, and turn all personality types to 11. theres so much 21/22 jumpstreet energy here. heads up, 18+ blog remember. don't say I didn't warn you all again. peach being an egotistical confident cocky human being, and plum being a nervous embarrassed wreck, is possibly my fav thing.

Grey ever the lucky jolly middle man.

summary:

peach: chemistry major, shady mofo your parents tell you to stay away from. chaos energy, swings every which way possible. no shame.

plum psychology major, plays trumpet, is in band, such a goody-goody, total OCD about her stationary and organisation, where everything belongs ect.

grey: robotics major, flamboyantly unashamed of dressing how he wants, doing what he wants, and being who he is. silly sunshine boy. works part time at the golf club. Does just about every sport, but a big american football dude,

Plum has decided to go to college, totally cut off from her family's money until she can acquire a degree. They are trying to teach her how to be an adult who stands on her own two feet, to do the regular student thing, which she likes, the challenge is exciting to her, she's always been pretty sheltered!

She turns up with her things, her family help her unload her bags and boxes into this cute little two people dorm room, her room mate not yet arrived. Plum is really hoping they get along, and despite nerves, says good bye to her family. Their parting words? "Stay away from the rough types, don't get in with the wrong crowd."

Plum, texting her childhood friend Grey, who enrolled at the same place as a robotics major, has moved in a week prior, one floor up. She tells him she's here, and starts to unpack. Grey shows up at the room and they go out for a coffee to catch up, it's been a while, and he's excited to hear how plums family handled it all, how embarrassing they were to other students ect.

After coffee, they part ways, and plum returns to her dorm room. Theres sounds from inside, must be her roommate! she enters to find a girl, some bin bags full of stuff, a couple boxes spilled out onto the floor, her things everywhere, theres a baseball bat in the corner, a duvet set thrown messily on the bed, and jars. So many containers, all over the desk on her side. She's confronted with a woman who is shifting some weights to a corner, some tatty looking trainers on, ripped jeans, messy hair, and these big round reading glasses that she removes and hangs off the front of her shirt. They introduce each other, peach offering her a hand to shake, and she gets a gooooood look at the rather muscled arms this woman has, trying to focus on something else, asking about her Major, what each of the studies.

Plum chose a Psychology major, she wants to help people feel better, more confident. Peach is a Chemistry Major.

The first week peach gets messier, the two come to loggerheads about peach being totally ignorant to what stuff is who's, she's used plums tea set to brew something dubious, and theres some unusual smells from some of those jars on her desk. Peach never makes her bed, is always eating chips in bed, and leaving crumbs and rubbish everywhere. She NEVER puts a bra on, peach is a tits out kind of gal and does not give two shits. She's already brought some random dude back to the dorm, luckily left to fuck about with them somewhere else. Her efforts are low, but she does seem to be reading a lot of chemistry books, all kinds, splayed out all over, some of the equipment is in the room, plum has to make sure that theres no chemicals around that’ll cause harm, peach promises she wouldn’t keep that around where she sleeps, she’s a wildcard, not a lunatic.

Meanwhile plum tries to keep her side of the room clean and tidy, binders organised, everything in its place, cute fairy lights on the bedposts, a little pinboard with some quaint photos, scatter cushions, outfits laid out every day, organisation, systematic.

The two get into fights pretty fast about the state of peach's side of the room, and how she uses plums stuff without asking, and peach pretty much doesn't care, but her fix? she gets tape and puts a janky line down the centre of the room, all up the wall, to the ceiling, making a bit of a point. The two agree to not cross the line, and leave each others stuff alone.

Peach taps her pen endlessly and it drives plum to fury. Plums need to tidy expands to peach’s stuff one day and everything gets organised, meaning peach cant find a single thing. This causes serious arguments, there was clearly a system to peach’s stuff, a system plum is convinced was mostly insanity.

Plum goes to Grey after a week, complaining like mad about her room mate, who is basically a demon in her eyes, Grey unsure that peach is that bad, because plum is a bit fussy and has issues with most people. Plum goes to prove it, they go back to her dorm to witness the madness. they walk in to peach bottling up something questionable, she turns to the two, puts down what she had in her hand, with her stupid lop sided grin, introducing herself to Grey, ignoring plum entirely. Peach is VERY forward "Who's this snack? you know this nerd? damn sorry for your loss she's a nightmare, maybe we can get a beer sometime and discuss her annoying personality further?” and grey is immediately into the confidence. Plum sees the error of her ways, and realises she's just introduced two knuckleheads who would vibe well together. They flirt heavily while plum stands there like a sore thumb, disbelief, before shoving Grey out, shutting the door, saying some angry words about how useless they both are.

it is a month in, that plum realises her room gets a lot of visitors, and peach is always leaving for short intervals, returning, throwing something in the bottom draw of her desk. One day, peach leaves, and plum crosses the tape line, to sneak a peak, see what she's hiding, and it is just a huge draw of cash, so much money. stashed away like a squirrel, peach returns as she's staring into the hoard, quickly shutting the door. They confront each other, plum questioning the money, peach as to why she's snooping through her stuff.

Turns out Peach is the resident drug dealer, and has been using her chemistry degree to make super great product, to sell at a stupid price to overly rich kids in frats. She takes advantage of their stupidity, uses her degree to fund her lifestyle, and plays hooky with a few of the cute ones, boy or girl, she does not care. Plum is about to dob her in, but peach blocks the door, offering to pay her to keep quiet about it. She explains that plum is such a straight A student and so goody-goody that no one would expect her NOT to dob peach in, so if she doesn't do it, she gets cold hard cash, and peach gets a great cover. a win-win, which to plum sounds pretty tempting, she missed her family's money, and the student life was hard on her. They agree to the conditions, and the first bribe is given, every two weeks peach repeats this. Sometimes she "makes it rain" to annoy plum, other times she yeets it so hard at her to see if she can annoy her on purpose. As this continues, peach starts to use it as a way to secretly train plum to come closer, enter her side of the room past the tape line. It begins to work, peach playing the long game trying to get plum comfortable with being in her space of her own choice…sort of

They're in this together now, if peach gets caught, plum goes down too as a compliant partner, and while plum feels nervous about it at every turn, the money is really good, like. REALLY good. Not to mention this really hot roommate who's awful and terrible and too open about everything. plum had played the role given to her from birth, perfect good girl, dated dudes, was polite and kind, didn't consider any other option, until this. Peach doing weights with her big dumb glasses on, while reading a chemistry book, headphones on, it was closer to dorming with a guy plum thought, but she keeps sneaking looks over her psyche textbooks, and finds it pretty hard not to glance across when peach is getting changed, shameless about her body, which makes plum nervous.

Some of many situations they get up to:

Plum walking in on Peach trying to get off, both making direct eye contact, peach suggesting she should come join in, plum so red faced, shouting to lock the damn door, slamming it shut, not sure what to do with herself. Can’t seem to cool off, tries to take a walk and just cannot focus. The next time the two cross paths peach is a little too up close and personal, purposefully trying to rattle plum about it all. She has no shame, and keeps this up for as long as her attention span lasts.

Peach finds a new joy: flustering the straight and narrow perfect student. peach and Grey convincing plum she needs to take a break, suggesting a party. The two of them are dressed as clowns full greasepaint, outfits, red noses, the lot, and they tell her it’s a clown party. Plum doesn’t get it but they are both so convincing and serious, and dressed as clowns, she does this too. Turns up. They are the only ones dressed up. Peach and Grey are crying with laughter, Plum is so embarrassed. Determined to get lucky, she tries to find a cute guy to chat with with maybe go back to the dorms with. Grey and Peach proceed to do everything in their power to fuck with her, and Mae things real difficult. They pull shit like handing her the preparation H cream she dropped, which came from the house party’s bathroom, and is not Plums, while she’s trying to hit on some guy. Peach spiking the punch with a batch of her latest creation. Things get wild. Seeing Plum so annoyed was enough, peach and grey give her a break and go make out, just casual fun between two clowns, middle of the party. Plum finally finds a nice enough guy and starts to make some kind of progress in getting him to come home with her, but catches the two LITERAL clowns outside on a deckchair eating face and just loses track of everything, cannot focus. Suddenly Jerry from the accounting class seems so boring. She strikes out, peach and grey leave, and plum walks home, annoyed they’re probably having way more fun than her. She finds them fully clothed like clowns still, sitting on a wall eating chicken wings, drunk out their minds, calling her over to join in and have a snack. Peach falls backwards off the wall, grey laughs so hard he nearly chokes on a chicken wing. All stumble home, a trio of idiots, piled up on the floor taking shots, talking shit until the early hours.

Hungover trips to the 7-11 to get a mountain of snacks and every liquid they have, all three in dark glasses, greys got the tiniest booty shorts on and socks-sliders, big hoodie. A LOOK. Plums not managed to put her shirt on the right way around, and the other two are mean and didn’t tell her. Peach is not wearing a bra, and has a shirt on that really isn’t covering enough when she goes to reach stuff on higher shelves, looks like she’s thrown up like 8 times, because she has. They all look like shit. Sit in the park and try to feed ducks, all feeling terrible.

parties with the dumb kid games, you know the ones, spin the bottle, all that junk. plum spins and gets peach who's kind of not in the game at all, but the bottle lands between two people, pointing at her across the room. Grey whistles at her, she evaluates the situation and pretty much volleys across the room, beer in hand, to get in on that action, already above her. Plum's in total denial about her sexuality at this point, despite enjoying the perhaps way too long, way too passionate kiss with her room mate, playing it off as 'just a game, it doesn't mean anything' as she watches peach get back to beer pong across the room again, not into the rest of the game. Grey NOT letting that one go, teasing her endlessly, her hot face unrelenting.

Peach indifferent to “relationships” is just out to have a lot of fun, with whoever strikes her fancy at the time, and so when grey and plum see her with some cute girl in the quad, getting handsy and close, they both feel a weird sting of jealousy. They know she’s like that, there was nothing official about anything any of them did, so why are they sulking over this? They demand her attentions after, trying to get her to stay in and hang with them instead of go out with this new girl who showed up. It works, peach bails on her plans and they all play boardgames. Peach is working them, she wants them to want her, this is a very long con she’s playing, devious.

Christmas break, grey and plum go home to see their family, but peach stays in the dorms, a party is in full swing, Grey turns up in this sequinned flamboyant outfit, vibing, plums in a pretty simple but cute dress, theres a million rich people and their snobbish behaviours around, eating, drinking, plums house is like a small mansion. Grey asks how plums been, she actually expresses how boring home feels. Grey grins, and points. “that’s good, because I invited Peach to liven things up a bit.” And there she is, Plum hadn’t recognised her, hair done, an actual killer dress on, makeup, TALKING TO HER MOTHER. Blood runs cold, she approaches, smiling weakly. Peach has a real sinister look on her face while plums mom touches her arm in a friendly way. “Why didn’t you tell me your room mate was so lovely, and clever too, majoring in chemistry!” Peach smiles in a sweet way like plums never seen, making a ‘I want to go into medicine’ comment, the most convincing set of lies plums ever seen. She even believes it for a moment. Plums mom leaves the group, giving the two a moment to exchange looks and ‘do not fuck about’ comments. Peach defo makes some drug selling connections with some of plums stock broker family, the odd uncle who sells cars, or an aunt with enough money for a nanny and a pool, and five vacations a year. Plums family love her, and from then on always extend an invitation to her when they throw parties. Peach plays the ‘good girl’ role very well, and it drives plum insane.

Grey and plum hiding the fact that plums lead brass in the college band, and plays before every football game (the ones grey plays in). Peach doesn’t know because why would she go to that shit? laaaaame. One day grey asks her to come, support him playing the game, and also, to support plum because she’s got no one else who will be there for her. Peach goes along with it after some applied pressure, but grey made her promise not to laugh or poke fun at plum. She fully plans to do so, but pretends she won’t. Greys at the side, peach in the front row near him, both necking drinks, and the band kicks off, comes out all in their uniforms, crowd flairs up. Right at the front? Plum. Leading a killer Trumpet solo, like totally killing it, and for a split second, peach can’t find a reason to pick on her. She has no musical talent, and plum, this mousey weird OCD girl, is putting out a sound like peach can’t even imagine making, crowd goes nuts, and plum looks up to see grey AND peach both going wild cheering. She is red faced but holds it together, hell, she cant help but crack a smile, maybe she even goes a little harder with the music. Peach of course mocks her for the outfit afterwards, mentioning how it should only be seen on a bedroom floor, which makes plum entirely nervous for a moment, but peach gives her the first honest to god compliment, saying she really can play that trumpet like a boss bitch. Grey takes her band hat and the trio go buy booze and celebrate amongst themselves. This whole thing paints plum as talented in peach’s eyes, and she softens ever so slightly, falling a little for her room mate though she wouldn’t admit that, feelings are for nerds. Right? right. ((ill put it here, Grey was listening to You&Me - MEUTE, and suggested thats the song/solo plum totally nails, and I for one, can't see peach being able to feel anything other than complete infatuation at plums skill and talent at that point, little moment of 'oh no i love her')) after the band incident, peach begs her to practice in the dorms sometimes, plum always leaves to go to a music department, so no one makes fun of her, and so she can work with the rest of the band. She refuses, finding peach’s joy in this all a little unnerving, like she’s waiting to jump out and laugh at her, but peach is genuinely amazed at her talent, not that anyone believes that. Peach tries to find where she practices to no avail, and sulks about it whenever plums back. She also begs for her to put that cute dumb outfit back on so she can get it off her, this just flusters plum, and she usually runs off in a rush to avoid the way to forward advances of her roommate. Peach vows to achieve this one day.

grey plum and peach all in a cooking class together. plum without family money would like to learn and follows recipes to the letter. Grey is a fabulous cook and nails every dish, and peach nearly burns the building down, totally incapable.

art class with plum and peach, where peach's secret talent comes out into the light, she's a damn good painter. plum saying she's wasted in her current line of work, peach reminding her how much money it makes.

grey and peach in biology together, being total nerds.

plum and grey singing terribly cheesy songs from their childhood while peach is trying to study, she can't, they all end up doing no work at all.

Peach has a voice recorder, an old tape one, which she uses to actively annoy plum, planning pranks and recording the ideas on them. For example, they’ll argue, peach will pull the recorder out, record her plan to ‘glue all of plums clothes together, make one singular super cloth.’ And return it to her pocket. Plum notices the number of plans has hit the 300 mark, and thinks if she can get rid of the tape recorder, peach’ll forget them all. Theres too many to remember. Plum sneaks the recorder away, successful, but the next day peach has another one, identical. Plum furious she failed, is told to play the tape in the recorder she “stole”, hearing peach’s voice crackle out ‘plan 47, decoy recorder.’ Angry, plum slams the thing on the ground in frustration, releasing an explosion of glitter. Peach plays back her own recording on the real machine she had in her pocket, ‘plan 48 plum will smash the recorder, fill with glitter bomb’. she predicted the exact move plum’d take, infuriating her entirely. In the chaos peach places her recorder on her desk, and the two chat and aggravate each other for a while. She eventually leaves after an hour or two, leaving the recorder. Plum thinks she’s gotten sloppy, and goes to pick it up. It won’t budge. Peach put glue all over the back. Knowing plum, she waited outside the door, entering when she hears the girl open peach’s desk drawer. Another bang, and she’s covered in more glitter.

Plum looks across to the woman who’s re-entered, playing a 3rd recorder ‘plan 73, plum will try to use an item to pry recorder from desk. Glitter trap the draw.’ Rage ensues

Later that day plums in the common room, and grey turns up also covered in glitter. They both realise they’ve been fighting a losing battle.

Grey and peach making drone drug drops thanks to his tech link ups, flying to people out on campus, the hilarity of a single rerolled joint being flown above a crowd to one particular dude, who puts money in the little grippy claw, and sends the drone on its way as they watch from a dorm window. They bond over making chemical explosions, peach teaches him some stuff, grey shows her the cool machines he’s working with, them sharing genuine interest. Both of them go to the gym together, and while in this AU peach isn’t as large, she keeps the muscles, mostly for show to pick up girls, and seem threatening to her clients, so they pay her the right amount. So far so good no one messes with her, she’s got too much chaos energy.

That’s just first year. Second year peach uses her drug money to buy a run down local house and starts a frat. Yes a frat not a sorority. She does hell week, donning a crown and cape for the entire time. her ego goes unchecked, as she puts grey, plum and many others through their paces.

also spring break, like that whole ordeal is chaotic as hell. also road trips together.

#long post #college au #fruit salad #brainrot

[saturnsstufff]

Awsamdude/Technoblade- Rumor Has It

For my beloved @sugarandspicebutnonice

Warnings: sexual innuendo

    Techno was a great Prince. He worked hard to keep his family's name in good graces. All of Phil's boys worked hard to keep their names held high with respect. Tommy was known around for keeping sprits high, any ball or formality with Tommy was always known as the best to attend.

   His older brother Wilbur was a skilled artisan with music. Always teaching and making new sounds like it wasn't any struggle. Anyone could find him out in the court yard with a guitar in hand. Humming and singing a casual song.

   The eldest, Technoblade was a skilled swordsman and statists. Anytime he was called into a meeting, the others shuddered knowing he would trump them all. He made swinging a sword look like art. Trust me, you would know.

   You had a wonderful relationship with techno for a long time. But sadly, you both had parted away from each other. Of course, it was on all good terms, He was more concerned with the kingdom rather than establishing a strong and sturdy relationship.

   You, being a knight- fully understood. But you also choose to be a bit selfish about it. You truly wished for him to give you a bit of attention at least when together. He could be such a ladies man when he choose to in public, yet when it came to the two of you he just became closed off and anything but warm. Even behind closed doors it was lacking some spark of passion.

   So you both agreed it was best to let things lie.

  But what left you with a sour taste was how quickly he moved on.

   You would give him the benefit of the doubt of course, he was a well known man. She could have been someone he had met previously, and during your break off she was there to talk it out with him.

She, she ain't real

   But something about her screamed fake, her smile and movements seemed too thought through. Her words all laced with a sickening sweet hum, it also didn't help she giggled at basically anything techno said.

    Plenty of times you sat with the general and talked about how dense she came off. Respectfully, you had assumed Tech would have went for a well educated woman such as yourself. But after seeing her- you wondered if that type was in short supply.

   Anything she did, she would just bat her eyes and he was wrapped around his finger.

   It honestly made Sam and you laugh.

She ain't gonna be able to love you like I will

   As much as you started to loathe the woman, techno wasn't yours anymore. Thus you started getting closer to Sam. Both of you connecting on how your past relationships had been. Well you were casted aside, Sam was flatly cheated on.

   Of course knowing that, your heart ached for him. Sam was a well educated and handsome man with a heart of gold. Respectfully his whole job was centered on protecting and serving the people.

   Jumping into a relationship was Sam was like practically nothing. You promised him all the love in the world, and just like you, he promised to give you the same.

   And love each other you did.

She is a stranger

   Techno did see you grow close to his general, and honestly it didn't set well with him.

   He liked the woman he was with, but he also had known you since childhood. You both had played within the court yard plenty of times to claim it as your own.

   Sam didn't do that with you. Sam had only started to know you when you joined the ranks.

   Techno would often catch himself watching you and Sam spar. His eyes would watch as Sam's hand grabbed at your waist, gripping your hips and using his own to throw you off balance. He hated how close your bodies were.

   At one point he couldn't help but pull you aside and ask why you let him touch you. But that conversation drove spikes through his heart. "How can you just let him touch you like that?! He’s practically all over your body! You wouldn't let me touch you like that- and You and I have history" he yelled not believing what he saw.

   When your face twisted in front of him into disgust, he thought you were almost joking. "The hell is with you?! I'm not your girlfriend! Or don't you remember!?" You yelled at him. Lightly shoving him back from you. "Don't tell me where he can, and cannot touch me" You sneered. In all his years he never saw you so heated.

Sure, she's got it all

   Truthfully you saw techno leave you as a drop to his pride. He dropped a knight for a soft noble girl. A girl babied all her life. You knew as soon as she was exposed to blood she would have fainted like a goat in pasture. But in the end of the day, you weren't sleeping with her so what did it matter?

But, baby, is that really what you want

   Arguments between Technoblade and you had become more frequent. Sam let you duke it out, he knew he had no place to tell you to leave it be. Sam also didn't appreciate how fast Techno jumped onto your case about finding someone else.

   Although he knew it irked you about Techno moving on, you never got in his face about it like he would. Sam viewed this as your way of showing you were the bigger person.

   On one particular day he found the arguments amusing. Techno had started up again when Sam was publicly teasing you. Well techno found your back talking distasteful, Sam relished with how powerful you were.

   Listening to techno ramble off on his pathetic reasonings left you a laughing mess, even to the point you cut his argument off. "Bless your soul, you've got you're head in the clouds, she's going to use you like a fool!" You laughed in his face.

   His jaw tightened as he spat at your words, pointing at Sam. "You made a fool out of you General. She doesn't even love you- Your wasting your time on a-" at Tech's words you couldn't help but push back even harder for him targeting Sam.

   "How dare you say that. Your common penny is getting around more than I- And, boy, she's bringing you down!" You called out. Putting a finger to his chest. "She made your heart melt- But its all a lie!" You didn't stop their, you had more to say to him. "She thinks your all that- a fairy tale prince to save her dreams! But you're cold to the core" you said to him. Causing him to back off.

   "Besides. Now rumor has it she ain't got your love anymore"

Rumor has it, ooh, Rumor has it, ooh, Rumor has it, ooh

   You weren't lying. Their were plenty of rumors going around saying she was sleeping with others besides Techno. Although Sam and you had no proof to this. Your hunches seemed right.

   On one day, Sam had left for a out of village meeting. You really didn't mind, you trusted him enough and knew he wouldn't do anything behind your back.

   But sadly you wished to go with him. Techno had asked for you to join him for a round of chess. Something you both greatly enjoyed when together. But now you knew there was meaning to the game.

   Sure enough when you sat with in in the court yard, he brought up Sam.

   "You know he is much older than you..." he said as he moved his knight across the board.

   "And She is half your age" you said flatly. Picking your pawn up. "But I'm guessing that's the reason that you stayed" you said moving it to where you pleased. His brows drew together in slight anger. But he did try and keep his calm.

   "I heard you've been missing me" he said, a small smirk growing on his lips. He found pride within those rumors. Knowing that you still supposedly whined and withered about for him.

   Of course, you knew he was gravely mistaken.

   "You've been telling people things that you shouldn't be" you said carefully. Knowing he was probably behind the rumors somehow.

   Techno took this moment to see if he still had a effect on you. Usually during chess you both would flirt a bit. So naturally, he took the chance. "Like when we creep out and she ain't around" he said bemused, your face twisting into disgust again.

   "I sneak out to see Sam... besides Haven't you heard the rumors" you said moving your queen. When he didn't respond you laughed. He didn't even under stand. "Bless your soul, you've got your head in the clouds" you said, fully amused within the moment.

   "C'mon darlin... I know you fell hard for me when we started dating..." he cooed to you. Your eyes darting up like daggers.

   "You made a fool out of me" you said to him. Wanting to get your point across. Well he moved his pawns about you took your moment to explain how you felt. "You make me sick to my stomach.. And, boy, you're bringing me down" you said softly. Smiling to yourself slowly. "You made my heart melt, yet I'm cold to the core" You said, moving your queen to take his knight. Your eyes slyly skimmed over his. His lost knight now within your fingers.

   "But rumor has it I'm the one you're leaving her for"

   After that game, rumors and tensions soared wildly. Sam at one point thought you were back and evolved with Techno again. Of course you explained to him the situation, which thankfully he understood and apologized for trusting second hand mouths.

Rumor has it, ooh, Rumor has it, ooh, Rumor has it, ooh

All of these words whispered in my ear

   But Techno's mood plummeted fast...

Tell a story that I cannot bear to hear

   A engagement, specifically Sam and yours. Oh how his blood boiled at the news. He thought his hands all over you was bad, but now... now you would take Sam's name in law. You would he his wife. Not Techno's.

Just 'cause I said it, it don't mean that I meant it

   Because of this news he didn't hesitate to run and find you. More than hell-bent on giving you a piece of his mind. He wanted to make it clear you couldn't marry him.

People say crazy things

   He didn't care what people would say, he wanted to claim you again. Techno didn't want anyone else touching you. He especially didn't want Him touching you.

Just 'cause I said it, don't mean that I meant it

   Even if within the past week he yelled hurtful things to you, he hoped you would understand he just wanted to protect you from unworthy suitors. Sam couldn't provide for you like Techno could. Sam was a general born from a farmer. Technoblade was to be crowned king.

Just 'cause you heard it

   So their he stormed. Heading to the stables, knowing full well that's where you were. His anger was fuming. He couldn't wait to shove it in Sam's face that Techno wouldn't let you marry him.

   But lets just say Technoblade was the one left speechless in the end.

Rumor has it, ooh, Rumor has it, ooh Rumor has it, ooh,

   Especially when he slammed the door open to the stables and saw Sam's body covering yours, your legs around his waist in a tight hold well he was buried deep inside you.

But rumor has it he's the one I'm leaving you for

#technoblade x reader #awsamdude x reader #techno x reader

[nightswithkookmin]

JIKOOK BE CONCEPT- EXTENDED ANALYSIS

ANON: Hey Goldy, so I want to ask, what makes you look at one moment and decide the tension in there is nothing but then in another moment you claim Jikook are having issues? I ask because of the conclusions you drew on the photoshoot video when you said they were fighting but in two other instances where we can all clearly see that the mood between Jikook is tense like Jimin's mood in the Be Concept Clip and the other interview you have said it's nothing. I don't mean this in a disrespectful way, I just want to understand your thought process if you can walk me through it. It's ok if you don't respond. I love your posts regardless. Keep it up.

Thanks for your question.

I think I try my best as much as possible to share my thought process on why I reach certain conclusions and in instances where I do not have much time to delve deeper into a conversation I state an NB indicating I would be talking further about that particular topic later on?

I think the first thing I can point out to you right off the bat in regards to your question is that we may most likely be having different understandings of tension as pertains to shipping simply because we ship Jikook in different ways.

Again, I do not mean to say my perspective is superior or that someone else's is inferior. I'm just saying we may be having different views on the topic based on the differences in our shipping styles.

To me tension is not just a sense or feeling or mood. It is one of the metrics I employ in assessing whether or not a ship is real- stay with me.

In my experience, while people may be good at hiding a relationship, they can never hide the intimacy of the relationship or the stress of keeping that relationship a secret. Secrets are stressful to keep and they leave stress trails in their wake. It's as simple as that. If any ship is real in BTS you will see its stress marks.

It's not easy standing there, watching your man's nipples being played with, or having another man grope your intimate partner for entertainment purposes while you stand there smiling for the cameras- you can smile, but it's going to be fake.

It's not easy hearing how your man sneaks into another man's shower to watch him bathe and compliment the size of his dick.

It's not easy hearing how you can't stand next to your man in a line up while another person takes that position even if it's just for work.

It's not easy pretending not to love your man, while watching everyone else love on him. It's not easy being told what you can do and not do with your partner much less by your own peers.

It's not easy hiding your love and affection for the person you love, holding yourself back from kissing them, or hugging them or doing any of the intimate stuff you are so used to doing with them- not when you have to be around them all the time.

It's not easy having cameras shoved in your face during your alone, private time with your man, when you are watching them on giant screens and they are right there next to you but you can't hold them- please listen to JK's demo Delcacomania which he released on his birthday last year and you will understand why he cried when JM flew from Paris to see him on his birthday. I cried too.

My point is, it's really not easy keeping a relationship a secret within the same work space as your partner. It's not as easy as other shippers make it seem. That shit is stressful and stress begets tensions and tensions begets conflicts- especially if there are other people attached to the parties in the relationship.

A secret gets heavy before it gets easy but you can never erase the stress that comes with hiding that secret especially not in a group as diverse in personalities as BTS. There are bound to be clashes, there are bound to be slip ups- moments where the fourth wall is breached and many others.

Stress is usually one of the first indicators of people keeping anything a secret. I've been called toxic for this, but I pay a lot of attention to conflicts and tensions within the group dynamics regardless of the degree of that tension because that conflict to me is a sign of stress.

I can tell you for a fact, any ship that is kumbaya in BTS is not real. Any ship whose existence doesn't stress out the group dynamics is a ship made in Disney heading for Never-land. Conflict and tension is a sign of stress and stress is a sign of keeping secrets.

That's not to say every single tension within the group, between Jikook or any other ship is as a result of them keeping that ship a secret. I think we can rule out all forms of contrived tensions at this point- you know which ones I'm talking about. Ain't no damn person up in there tryna steal nobody's man in BTS. The fuck?! Lmho.

Then there are those tensions that are as a result of mood swings, bad hair days, a call being delayed, a missed period- what? some of them have girlfriends, cough cough. Yea, Don't mind me.

Tension could be caused by anything really and so I think it's not enough to point out tensions but you have to try and ascertain the cause and effect of that tension to see if that tension is as a result of the stress that comes with keeping Jikook a secret or whether it is rather causing stress or going to cause a stress in their relationship dynamics-

C'mon, now y'all know if Jimin should thirst over another man that that is going cause a lot of stress not just for JK but the group as well because Jikook's mood affects them too.

Jimlous and Jeonlous are also signs of the stress that comes with keeping Jikook's relationship a secret. Let's be honest, if they were out all of those wouldn't be happening. People wouldn't cross their boundaries as much as they do.

From my perspective, both of Jikook are constantly reacting, poorly might I add, to their relationship being a secret. It seems to me they both hate what they have to do to keep eachother a secret within the group.

Jimin keeps JK a secret by acting as if he is available and JK keeps Jimin a secret by acting as if he doesn't want him- cold, nonchalant, and the way I see them I think it drives them both crazy. Lol.

Jimin doesn't want to come out but he doesn't want to be kept a secret either. He just wants to be in that glass closet whereas JK seems to want to be out or completely hidden- he is not about that middle ground life, I feel. But that doesn't mean he doesn't make compromises especially where Jm is concerned.

Jimin is very conscious and highly judgmental of himself and I think he projects a bit of that into their relationship dynamics. As such he is constantly worrying about feedback, about how their relationship is affecting the group's dynamics.

You see this in the way he runs to JK upon the least complaints by any member about JK. Like when Jin complained about JK not choosing his bag over JM's, or when RM complained about JK buying a birthday present for only JM and not the others.

Or when RM complained about JK showing a song he had written to JM first before showing it to him in a VLive- now they didn't mention who they were talking about exactly but I knew from the moment JM started reciting Jikook's go to response for whenever they are called out for constantly being together, the whole 'we just so happened to be together in that moment,' that they were talking about JK. I don't know, I could be wrong.

JM is constantly trying to mitigate Jungkook's tendencies for exclusivity in their relationship especially where it conflicts with the groups interest even though that exclusivity and preferential treatment feeds directly into his love language.

It's that kumbaya in him I keep talking about. He would sacrifice their happiness for the groups. In my opinion.

But JK aint about that life. His entire philosophy is to pursue personal happiness first. So often, you would see him weaponizing their relationship secret against JM- trying to out him and shit. which in turn, ends up causing their relationship a ton of stress.

The best illustration I can give for this is when JK posted Ending Scene in early parts of 2019 and people started speculating Jikook had broken up because it was a break up song. JM immediately responded to that post with two posts, one about the Calico cat or something and the other pointing out how that song was just a cover. Jimin hates it when JK does something to create the impression that they are not together especially when they are together.

But at the same time, he would take a step back from their relationship, ask for space to try and nurture his other relationships with friends and family when he feels JK coming on too strong on him- like Jimin what do you actually want! You drive me nuts!

What I'm trying to say is that when you point out that JM looks tensed, you should be able to explain why you think he looks tensed.

And if you think his tension goes to the root of their relationship, then you should be able to predict the consequences of that tension too. Lol.

For me, I filter their tensions through their established patterns of behavior, their personalities and the actions that arise from their personalities- listen, the Maknae line can be very melancholic for no reason sometimes. Not sure what goes on but boy can they brood!

You have to consider all these things.

Tensions are obvious, obviously. Or maybe not. Most of them are quite easy to spot. Some not so much. They do go undetected if you are not hyper focused on them in certain moments when they happen or aren't aware of the context or subtext behind such moments.

Perspective is everything. We all don't have the same perspective. But no one holds the truth when it comes to Jikook. We can only speculate in a way that holds meaning to us.

Take for example Jimin and Jin's call during Jimin's VLive in March this year. There are a fraction of shippers who do not believe that that call was intercepted by JK at all simply because they do not see the subtext of that moment. Why would JK do that and not just reveal his identity, they ask. A valid point.

Then there are those who see JK interrupting that call as plausible because they believe they can differentiate between JK and Jin's call voice. Equally valid point.

Then there's me, who think yes that was JK's voice but goes further to try and anwer the questions raised by the first group as that, JK was pushing the boundaries both with JM and Bighit for barring him from doing a live with JM.

As such, I believe that call was an act of rebellion on his part to be allowed to Jikook with his man on the VApp. All that protest would then lead to a pivotal moment of him and JM having their VLive but under heavy surveillance. Lol.

Actions have consequences whether good or bad. Whether positive or negative. It's the cause and effect principle. Every effect has a predictable cause and every action has a specific and predictable effect.

If a moment of tension is created between them that is substantial, it is going to produce a subsequent substantial reaction. Law of Newton- I can't make this shit up. Lmho.

Another moment of this nature for me would be the VMin's unit interview filmed in February/March and released in June during Festa.

Now, if you were following the tensions between V and JK around that period, the context and subtext of that Interview would be easily apparent to you- V was just shading JK left right left. Bless him.

All that random flirting with Jimin- JM lost his Mochi cheeks, his pinky has grown were just code for JM is a grown ass man now so stop being possessive over him.

I have said Jikook have been asserting themselves against eachother this year following the lows of late 2019 and especially around that time period.

For Jimin, that self assertion takes the form of checking JK's over possessiveness over him as that is a huge cause of tensions within the group throughout the years and something that I feel really bothered JM in the later half of 2019 and early half of 2020.

Why does it bother him when he used to be the one enabling that shit in JK? The members, keep up. Lol but not just the members. Remember I said earlier how, Jikook had come under heavy scrutiny with May 2019 to June this year. JM I feel wanted to keep things really on the low but JK- sigh.

Believe it or not, JK dumb whipped ass exposes Jikook more than JM does in their relationship. In the very least his possessiveness and chest puffing when anyone breathes near JM is one of the biggest tells.

We all know Tae is one of the members that have openly pointed out his displeasure with JK keeping JM to himself, cutting him off from his friends and all. Now we all know also that Jimin's pinky is a huge deal to JK. The moment he saw VMin comparing pinkies that's when he began screwing with us for real! Lmho.

JK made a big deal about JM's pinky and also seemed to have a thing for JM's Mochi cheeks too, calling him his Mochi and shit right in front of Tae's salad. Listen, TAE KNOWS. He knows!

So I found it interesting, how those parts of JM were specifically the things that V felt had changed about Jimin- I mean go back and look at Tae's facial expressions and smirk when he started talking about that. Lmho.

Then Jimin clapped back with that whole pinky line from their song Friends, pointing out how contradictory Tae was being. Lol.

To me that has always been one aspect of Tae and JK's ship dynamics that I enjoy so much. Tae is constantly teasing and shading JK and it's so subtle yet passive aggressive sometimes. you might miss it if you don't understand the context of him saying certain things in certain moments.

He don't spare JM sometimes either. Chileee. You never know with this man. Lol.

I mean did y'all catch his jab at JK during Festa when JK brought up the rain fight and he said, yea but that was a long time ago though- give it a rest. When I tell you, this man knew JK was trying to one up him over the whole dumpling fight thingy he had with JM. Lmho.

Then in that dynamite MV reaction VLive when JK and JM tried to eye fuck through the viewfinder? Let's not look into the camera he says so eloquently then side eyes JK- I LOVE THIS MAN!!! Please stay on their necks for me. They play too much! Lmho.

JK's possessiveness over JM is one of the causes of tension within the group I feel and JK have said his hyungs try to teach him not to be so possessive. Tae, RM and Suga to me are those hyungs who keep him in check the most, most times.

All that being said, just because there is tension present between them in a given moment doesn't necessarily mean it's as a result of a conflict between them as I have explained in past posts.

The inverse of this is similarly true. Truth is we can never know these things for sure. We can only speculate.

And personally, as I keep pointing out I have my own metrics for assessing these kinds of things. I get it wrong sometimes and when I do, I simply adjust my metrics and keep it pushing.

It's my own customized metrics, the lens through which I filter their interactions and make sense of their moments and It works for me. Isn't that what having an opinion is about?

I find, some of their interactions or moments follow an established pattern of behavior from their past moments and so it's much easier to call those.

For instance, you don't need a six foot page analysis to identify Jimlous or Jeonlous when you see it. You don't need a crystal ball to tell you when JK nibbles on Jimin's ear that Jimin is nervous. They did that in 2018, they did that in 2019, they've done that in 2020- to me that's become a pattern and when I see JK anywhere near Jimin's ear depending on the setting I will conclude JM is nervous and JK is trying to comfort him.

All that would be left for me to determine then is why Jimin is nervous at all in that moment and if I find he has no reason to be nervous in that instant my next assumption then would be that Jeon Jungkook is horny. I'm not kidding. Jk scares me. Lol.

Don't mind me.

He could be horny or he could be touchy, or he could be just expressing his affections through skinship. All of that is valid so I would employ an elimination approach?

I would rule out Jikook sexual foreplay in instances like that based on whether or not JK's gesture was a mission given to him by the staff based on Jimin's reaction to that gesture- He seemed pretty disappointed when he learned that JK bopping his nose was just a mission.

At times too I test out theories.

Yes, Jimin is an extrovert but does he freeze out JK when he is being an extrovert? He doesn't. We have seen him grabbing the Jeon titties in behind the scenes photoshoot, we have seen JK shove his butt in JM's dick face, we have seen 50 shades of JK grab JM's neck and dip his hand down his neck into his chest region to warm himself up. We have seen Jikook at behind the scenes photo shoots countless times. They gravitate towards eachother.

So if he is being his extrovert self with every body but JK, and JK is orbiting him but not interacting with him as they have done in the past then honestly I don't need my crystal ball to assume something is up between them. Why? Because Jikook's interactions behind the scenes aren't susceptible to false conditionings as compared to the intentional, exaggerated versions of their interactions on camera which sometimes can be laced with fanservice.

Jikook is not fanservice. Most of their behind cameras are moments of them breaching the forth wall. Like JM walking into JK's room without noticing there were cameras in the room. Their mood in there was not a performance and wasn't intended for the cameras and yet they were still close. Them taking a picture at the back of the track was equally that- unintended for the cameras.

What I'm saying is, we have seen Jikook when they are working on camera and when they are not working on camera and that mood in that behind the scenes photoshoot video doesn't fit either description of Jikook in those settings to me regardless of whether I know them personally or not.

What that moment fits into for me is a pattern of behavior that has been consistent with Jikook over the years. And I know people box JM into this whole extrovert personality but as I've said I don't believe anyone is completely extroverted or introverted.

JM to me has a certain degree of introvertedness in him and I've talked about this. He seems to have a bit of an avoidant personality too where he recoils into himself or shut people out in certain moments like how he says he drinks alone and becomes much quieter when he feels stressed out.

He doesn't open up as much about his problems it seems, he bottles it all up untill it eats him up- I'm glad he says when gets like that JK notices his mood and often comes around to do something that makes him laugh. Jimin does same for JK when he is feeling anxious- Please, Jikook is real ok?

So stop telling lies. Lol.

I think this avoidant personality becomes more prominent in moments when he fights or argues with people.

In Manila it was that moment where he noticed JK staring at him and so be moved his seat back to avoid JK's gaze. In VMin dumpling fight, it was him going out to drink with Suga after the fight- classic avoidant behavior. In Yoonmin it was him asking Suga not to touch him when Suga put his hand on his back even though Suga was sat right next to him.

In 2017- was it the behind scenes photoshoot for the billiard pool games? We saw JM literally running away from JK. Lol. He literally side-eyed the fuck out of JK, yeeted himself away from JK the moment he finished posing for the cameras. In that OT7 footage where V was playing with JK's hair, again, he yeeted himself out of there real quick at the end of filming- dude literally said deuces bitches. Lol.

And in the Jin birthday VLive 2019, he pulled away instinctively when JK's knee touched his. In all these instances, JM was keeping up the facade. Smiling and interacting like his normal slytherin/ honorary hufflepuff self but his instinctual reactions is what gave him away. In my opinion.

To me that is a pattern of behavior on JM's part. When he is angry or mad st someone- he avoids them. And it's harder if he has to be within the same space with such person.... I'll circle back to this.

All the times since 2015 when he's been 'mad' at JK he's done just that- Akekeking with everyone else, amplifying his extrovertedness, latching on to his 'clutches' within the group, all the while keeping JK at bay while stealing glances at him to see his reaction at the same time.

And when he notices how that's affecting JK- he literally smirks in satisfaction. Meet evil chim everyone- And I say this with love, he is vindictive as fuck. I mean this is the same person who didnt hesitate to kill Army in a game just for disobeying him- allegedly. Same person who said he would whoop his bandmates except of course for JK and force them to bow at his feet if he was ruler. Did y'all see Tae turning to check JM's reaction when JK made fun of his singing in run? Did you see his passive aggressive reaction to JK after that clowning?

Listen, we all should be scared of Park Jimin. He is sweet and all but fuck with him... I dare you. PJMs are gonna revoke my PJM membership are they not? Oh God! Lol

JK is similar to JM in this regard. He avoids when he is angry or edgy. Try touching him in that state and he is pulling away. He did it with Tae in the Dynamite MV behind scenes where Tae tried to touch him and he pulled away and the whole not wanting to hold hands with Tae at the KBS interview thingy- it actually broke my heart watching that bit. JK. Sigh. Will post and delete the Taekook video I am talking about as soon as I post this- out of respect for their shippers.

JK does the same to JM too sometimes when JM irritates him. Manila and also around On promo when they had that Alex Almanto whatever unit shoot- they were all having fun, there's a cut and suddenly he is pulling away when JM holds him, does the lip thingy, and glares at JM. He turns away to look at Hobi, which I just think he was trying to hide his expression from the camera lol- JM almost burst out into laughter and I nearly peed myself watching that bit- JK can be very petty sometimes. Lmho

He did the same in this controversial photoshoot. He was mad at both JM and Namjoon which explains the part he was dragging his feet when he was walking away from JM. It wasn't because he was waiting for Jimin. He was avoiding Namjoon who was walking ahead of him. In my opinion. And the part he stood with Jin and RM- JM did something hilarious JK giggled a little but turned immediately to Namjoon and when he noticed RM laughing too he stopped laughing. Then he did that thing were he put the fear of God in RM when RM stood close to JM. JK was so angry he forgot his manners when he bumped into Jin in that moment and again, like always. He looked away to avoid the scenery.

Now I don't know what had gone on there but I'm still trying to reconstruct that moment to figure it out. All I know is something went on involving those three and may be Tae too as I have pointed out in previous posts.

JM was mad at JK, JK was mildly mad at JM but heavily mad at RM.

All these things I've mentioned are patterns of behavior that have repeated over the years from my delusional point of view of Jikook's interactions and of their interactions as against the group dynamics.

Circling back to the Be concept clip and JM's mood in there, I gotta ask. Do you think Jimin's mood was as a result of the stress of keeping their relationship a secret in that moment?

It wasn't to me. Even after looking away from JK he went back to looking at JK again. When their eyes met he smiled a little. Whatever was going on with him had nothing to do with JK or their relationship. If it did, he would have been much more hostile than that and frankly JK wouldn't be sat there cheesing the way he was doing in that instance. His butt would have been on fire.

JM seemed- serene and peaceful to me. I actually enjoy him most in his moments of quiet like these.

RM's reaction to that Jikook moment however is an indication of stress to me. He seemed excited, probably wanted to play with his Jiminie but when he noticed JM had looked away his instincts was to check JK's reaction. Not anybody else, JK.

When he noticed JK was smiling at JM he dropped his hands and seemed a bit deflated. That deflation right there is one of the signs of the stress I'm talking about.

RM isn't just the leader he is their friend. Like V his bond with JM suffers from time to time due to our elephant in the room. I am often fascinated by RM and JM's friendship dynamics and would definitely love to have conversation about their dynamics.

I hope this answers your question?

Please keep supporting Jikook. Jikool is real.

Signed,

GOLDY

#jikook #jikook analysis #kookmin analysis #jikooktheories #kookmintheories #jikook scenarios #Goldy #goldy blogs #goldy ananlysis #goldy theories #jikook fights #bts ships #jikook is real #jikook are in love #jikook ship

[aquamarineglow]

Headcanon that Rook's original role at Targent was to be a mechanic and not a soldier.

No offense to him but during the entirety of the game he has absolutely no idea what is going on.

He may be marginally smarter than his partner, but it's actually Bishop who comes up with most of the plans. He also throws himself into every situation while Rook is more reluctant.

Give Bishop some credit, he actually displays some fighting spirit while Rook doesn't even carry a gun with him.

However, back at the nest, Rook's demeanor is completely different when he's using the machines to fight Layton.

It seems that Rook is actually quite capable of programming complicated machinery with ease. The hooks don't swing randomly, they follow a particular pattern where they can change direction in an instant. So, from his little control panel, Rook is actually controlling several different hooks that move simultaneously in different directions, but still following the same sequence. Sounds complicated, but Rook doesn't really bat an eyelid. He is personally offended when Layton solves it as it took him a long time to set up.

Rather than guns and violence, it seems that machines and technology are Rook's specialty. So it wouldn't be surprising if this is what he did on a daily basis.

With so many airships in the nest you'd need quite a few skilled mechanics to make sure things go smoothly.

This makes sense when you remember that Rook says, "this isn't what I signed up for."

Poor man just wants to fix engines and check out the cool tanks but now he has to travel the world and shoot people.

#professor layton #rook #macaw #bishop #robin #azran legacy

[cowboahhoe]

The Viper - Arthur Morgan x Reader

A quick imagine, could do more parts if you want?

Warnings: mention of abuse

Summary: upon fleeing an abusive relationship, the reader finds themselves being chased by lawmen, bounty hunters and a few members of the Van Der Linde Gang after a night in Valentine.

(gif credits to whoever owns it)

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The last few months had been far less than ideal for you. You were on the run from the law, just you and your horse Nellie. You hadn't ever foreseen your life going this way - you had always been for all intents and purposes a good girl. That was until you had met your first husband, Blake. Your birth father had decided that money meant a lot more to him than his only daughters life, so he had sold you to the highest bidder which seemed like an outdated and abusive practice; even in 1899. Blake had money in oil, and used you as arm candy but had no real love or respect for you. You were nothing more than a maid, house wife, punching bag and toy for his sexual pleasures for far too long. One fateful night your fuse had been lit, and you fought back. A shroud of red flooded your body as you pointed his own pistol between his eyes - finally feeling power against the vile man who had held you captive for a year, and you felt no remorse in applying pressure to the trigger.

The next few moments went by in a blur, you had packed a bag with all the money yourself and Blake had around - alongside necessities such as food, and weapons. After packing your loyal horse, you had faded into the night. Leaving Saint Denis, heading west. You knew there would be repercussions for your actions but there was no way to tell just how intense the manhunt would be for you, nor how large the price on your head would be for one small murder. $500 for your return to Saint Denis alive meant that you'd come across your fair share of bounty hunters in your time living off the land; you quickly realised you could only trust yourself, and your horse. This brings us to your lonely (but free) present day.

You sit in the saloon in Valentine nursing a whisky, your third of the evening. You'd been in an around the Valentine area for a few days and knew it was only a matter of time before you had to move along and set up somewhere else. Perhaps Rhodes? Although you quickly shake the thought from your mind - that may just be too close to the scene of the crime. Just as you suckle the final dregs from your glass, you spot a curious group of men walking into the saloon. You daren't take your eyes off of them, memorising every feature behind every person in the group, you want to be able to recall their identities should you need to 'silence' them. One man wore a black hat, black hair slicked with pomade and nearly down to his shoulders. He wore a black coat, and a black vest with a red breast pocket. This man seemed to have an unmatched charisma; this much you could tell simply from the way he stood. This wasn't an innocent man. Then again, who is? Next to him, a slightly smaller, scrawnier gent. With grey hair, and wearing a blue vest this man seemed to have kinder eyes, which may just be part of his play. Finally, a rugged man wearing a black hat, detailed with brown rope - you noted the bullet hole in the rim of the hat. He wore a tattered, dirty blue working shirt, and wore worn black trousers with cotton suspenders tying it all together. Although, with this man you struggle to focus so much on the clothes that cover his broad frame and pay particular attention to his features. Sandy brown hair, a messy - somewhat scratchy looking beard. The beard had a few holes in, which seemed to be due to the placement of some scars; the most prominent of which was on his chin. Then there came those eyes. Even from across the saloon you could tell they were bright blue with a twinge of green. The handsome man simply dipped on his beard whilst the other two men spoke quietly to the group, he didn't seem like the leader of the trio by any means, but it didn't seem that was important.

Just then, blue eyes looks at you and makes eye contact while taking another swig from his beer. For a moment, you're worried he may have recognised you but that fear quickly diminishes when he simply nods his head your way and turns his attention back to his friends. With new found courage, you move toward the bar. Intent on ordering a new beverage when you hear the black haired man pull something from his satchel, and start speaking to the man with grey hair in a hushed tone.

"Hosea, I told you. She's the viper, the one they want in Saint Denis... our boy John was right. We hand her in, it's a good honest days work" the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end, as you realise your time in Valentine is over - that and you need to play the next few minutes very wisely.

"I don't know Dutch, doesn't it seem unfair we're using a woman's bounty to help us flee our own misfortunes with the law?" Scrawny replies, suddenly he has become your favourite of the bunch. Blue eyes doesn't chime in at all, but you can feel his eyes on you as you stand at the bar, awaiting a cue to either whip out your pistol or flee the scene.

Adrenaline pumping through your veins, you decide the best solution is to try and slip away whilst the group argue about your fate. You know that they're outlaws, and if there are three outlaws coming after you... then you probably don't stand much of a chance. You make a beeline for the entrance, and whistle for your horse as soon as you reach the open air feeling the eyes of Dutch, Hosea and blue eyes on you as you make your exit. The unmistakable shuffle of boots accompany your exit, and you know that the men are right on your tail - the discussion of your fate seemed to be silence by your exit and only one objective remained. Get her.

You hop on the back of your horse, Nellie. She's an Arabian White and so you prayed that whatever horses this band of thieves had were slower than your girl. In seconds, you were off. You had made a instant decision to head in the direction of Emerald Ranch, hoping to lose them on the way then loop back round and head west toward Strawberry - although admittedly tactic wasn't at the forefront of your mind. Fight or flight had well and truly kicked in and you knew you needed to get away, far away. The thunderous chorus of hooves colliding with the hard ground rung through the night as the three horses chased your dear girl a cross the plains of the heartlands. Admittedly, you should have gone up through Cumberland forest as there was more cover to hide and slip away undetected. Though you had come across bounty hunters, and lawmen you had never come across a group of outlaws intent on handing you in and so the city girl who lived within you shook in her boots, and used instinct and not her brain when plotting which escape route to take.

"We just wanna talk miss" Dutch called in the dark.

"Like fuck you do Mister, I heard y'all talking about taking ma bounty" you curse back; relying a lot on your horses innate sense of direction to guide you through the hills and trying to guide her to help you both disappear. One of the men take a shot at the floor near your horse, probably trying to spook her but being that your horse is tough as nails she barely bats an eyelid.

"C'mon miss we really don't wanna hurt ya" an unfamiliar voice shouts. You realise this must be the man with blue eyes, his rough voice matches his rugged appearance well - although you don't have much time to think about the dreamy mans voice as you hear the whirl of a lasso from behind you.

You duck, and make unpredictable movements on Nellie in order to avoid the grip of the rope around your body. You feel silent panicked tears roll down your cheeks as you realise your luck had run out; not knowing your fate with these three outlaws. Just then, the rope whips itself around you and you're pulled from your seat and thrown against the floor. Your head collided with a rock, making you see stars as your horse comes to a stop and stands beside you as if waiting for you to get back up. She doesn't realise this is likely your final ride. The three men come to a stop, and blue eyes hog ties you with the lasso before turning you onto your back.

All three men stood over you, as you shook and tears leaked from your eyes.

"take me then, I don't regret what I did to him. He deserved it more than anyone I have ever known" I spit with venom.

"My dear, did the countless bounty hunters, lawmen and innocent folk who got in your way deserve the same end?" Dutch replies. Bending his knees to move closer to your face so he is crouched over you as you lay on the dirt staring up at the night sky.

"If someone tried to have you swing for self defence and would you roll over and let them take you? Or would you fight?" You respond. Looking the man right in the eyes. Giving him the coldest look you can muster up while your cheeks are stained with tears. Dutch chuckles, looking up at Hosea and Blue eyes with a jovial expression.

"Darlin' im gonna give you a choice. You can go to Saint Denis and swing, or... you can come join us. We're a group of misfits and outcasts and we're always in need of more guns. You'd have to earn your keep, of course but from what I've heard you've had no issue wrangling an income for yourself."

"Dutch is that really wise? We have plenty of people to feed we could just let the poor lady go?" Blue eyes replies to Dutch. Causing him to whip his head up.

"Enough, Arthur! She can help in ways most of those women back at camp won't, besides - If she outstays her welcome we could always take her on a trip to Saint Denis." He smiles down at you while making his threat.

"I'll go with you." You reply begrudgingly. Whenever you can make it happen, you'll escape their camp. But for now this beats swinging.

"Well then, Arthur would you be so kind as to place this fine lady on the back of your horse?" Dutch says, walking over to his own beautiful steed.

"I have a horse of my own I can ride!" You shout back to him as Arthur removes me from the floor and places you face down on his horse.

"I know, but I don't want to risk you cutting off before meeting everyone and seeing how we do things. I happen to think you'll like it once you're not all tied up" he laughs. Arthur makes sure you're well seated before getting on his horse and coaxing it into moving to follow Dutch and Hosea. You whistle for your own horse who follows behind, with all your belongings.

"I'm sorry about this miss, uh, miss..." Arthur begins. Making it clear he knows you as only your pseudonym of 'the viper'.

"Y/N, just call me Y/N Viper" you respond, already out of breath from the movement of the horse pressing up against your chest and stomach. Compressing you're ability to breathe.

"well miss Viper, we have quite a ride ahead" Arthur replies, you huff in response and Arthur chuckles. Kicking the horse into moving a bit faster so as to catch up with Dutch and Hosea. You glance back at your beautiful horse and watch as loyally follows behind you.

Rolling your eyes, you exhale again.

This is going to be a long night.

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Needless to say I hope you liked this? Can do additional parts if you want, or I mean if you have any ideas please feel free to let me know. I'm not sure how tumblr works so idk comment or message any ideas or recommendations or anything if you feel like it.

ALSO do let me know if you think this is trash because I’d rather know I just was having a touch of fun writing a little bit this evening. I’m also pregnant and my brain is completely useless so I really appreciate feedback 💖

Thanks so much 💖

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[thedailyotaku]

on the way home. (Azami X Kumon oneshot)

Summer is almost over and autumn will come soon. There goes the school bell, ringing that it's time to go home. I stood up and picked up my bag and head over to Azami's room to pick him up.

It's been a year since he entered my school, Tsukushi High, and we always head home together. To be honest I was happy that Azami came to my school so I can have a new friend to hang out after school. Sometimes we hang out at my favorite batting place, to the mall to check out new makeup for him and I ending up as his model to test the products. But I don't mind at all, as long he's enjoying himself.

There are times we come home late from spending too much time on our hangouts haha. I smiled as I approach Azami's room and happily greet him,

"AZAMIIII, school's out c'mon let's hang out!" I cheerfully called out as he turned to me frowning as he pick up his things.

"Alright alright no need to shout," he said and head out and I tag along.

"Azami, is there any particular place you wanna hang out today? It's gettin pretty chilly since autumn is comin' up."

"Nah I wanna head home early today, how 'bout you?" he shrugged and yawns.

"Me? Well I wanna go for a little detour but since you said you're going straight home, guess I'll go home as well."

"Well we have time thou, where is that detour you're sayin'?"

"Hehe wanna find out? Follow me." I said teasingly and dash ahead.

"Hey no fair! Get back here!" Azami yelled and dash off as well chasin' me. I laughed and ran like a mad man as I head to the place where I found a new spot for hangin' out.

It's only a few blocks away from school and no one has ever set foot on it so I wanted to show Azami this new spot to hang out. It's an empty field with a perfect spot to watch the sunset.

Finally we arrived at the empty field and I lay down on the ground, catching my breath and I saw Azami's face starin at me from above.

"You're such a dumbass, dashing off like that what if you suddenly faint from exhaustion? You know your health is not that well. You're gonna be heavy as I carry you home." He sighed and lay down as well beside me.

"Well when that happens you're still gonna carry me home right?"

"How about no?"

"EH. You're so mean Azami!" I sat up and glared at him.

"I'm kidding, you're so easy to tease haha." He laughed and sat as well. There it is again, that throbbing feeling in my chest whenever Azami smile or laughs. I wonder if I'm getting sick or something. I just laughed it off and stare at the setting sunset.

"This is a pretty cool spot to relax. When did you find this?"

"Oh. When I was runnin' late last time I passed by here and it was close to the station and no one really comes here so yeah another free space to relax and practice swings! Hehe." I laughed and Azami just looked at me, smiling.

"Well thanks for the new hang out place, maybe if we're gonna skip school let's go here since it's not that far."

"Ah! Skipping school is a no no Azami!"

"Heh, but you go along with me whenever you feel like skipping your class."

"W-Well that's only a one time event! Besides I promised Mom that I'll do well at school so I can stay at the dorms with niichan."

"Haha you really love your family Kumon, I kinda envy you." he said and stares at the sunset.

"Why though? You have Sakyo-san, the Ginsekai and Mankai as your family, also me! You're like a brother to me too, Azami." I said but I know my feelings are not merely a brotherly love. It's something else.

"Well I know that, it's just I don't know how to react back," he muttered.

"But yeah even I can't tell it in words, I can just simply show it with my actions."

"Yeah exactly! You're a good guy Azami that's why I like you so much hehe."

"Huh like?"

"Uh I mean I like you as friend! Ha ha ha..."

"You're such a weirdo sometimes Kumon, but I like that part of you. It's like your charm that people come to like you."

"Really? I'm kinda shy to hear that." I laughed and scratch my head that Azami is complimenting me.

"I'm serious, you're approachable, kind and full of energy. And I think that's really cool."

"Well you're more cooler Azami! Even though you're young, you're dependent, can fight and manly!"

"Pfft. Stop the flattering,"

"Eh~ but I'm serious, I really like those characteristics of yours Azami."

"Well it's look like we admire each other's good sides," We laughed it off and stare again at the setting sunset. Then he turns to me and chuckles,

"What's so funny?" I asked confused that he's suddenly laughing.

"Can I say something weird?"

"Yeah?"

"Well in most situations, normal couples mostly hang out here in an empty field like this to make out, but here we are, two guys chillin as we watch the sunset."

"There's nothing wrong with that though, it's just we're chillin. Couples are not the only ones can hang out in places like these haha."

"Yeah right." He said and lay down again on the grass closing his eyes.

"Hey Azami, I gotta say you're pretty good looking, and I bet you're popular with the girls at school. Is there a type you like?"

"Nah. Girls at school are annoying and noisy. But Kantoku is an exception."

"Do you like Kantoku then?"

"Yeah I like her, but not in an romantic way. I respect her as our Director and nothing else."

"Hmm I see,"

"Looks like you have more something to say, you can ask me anything if you want,"

"Anything?"

"Yeah yeah, since we're chillin' out here and all."

"Then," I paused and took a deep breath and turned to him, completely serious about what to ask.

"Hey Azami, what would you do if a guy confesses to you?" I said and he looked at me shocked and I turned away at him scratching my head. Great, you're the best Kumon, why in the world did you ask that thing? Especially to Azami. As I roast myself when Azami muttered,

"Well, I would feel weird but yeah I'll respect the guy's gut for confessing. And I-I don't know if I would like a guy..." he muttered and started to blush. I don't know if he's blushing or it's just the sunset. But I pressed my thoughts and ask him again,

"Then what would you do if I confessed to you?"

"You confessing to me?"

"Yeah." I said firmly starin into his eyes. I don't know what got into me and why am I sayin' these things.

"Well I'm flattered, that you like me. Ah I mean, why would you confess to me anyway? Are you teasing me again Kumon?"

"Why would I joke at a time like this, I'm serious, I Iike you Azami."

"Huh, what does that mean." he muttered and starts to cover his face. I chuckled and stop him from covering his face as I lean in to him. We're so close that I can feel his breath and can hear his heart beating.

"Well if you don't like it, let's just forget this happened and stay as friends. I don't want our friendship to get awkward and all haha." I smiled bitterly and starts to stand up when Azami stopped me and clutches my sleeve.

"Wait. You didn't heard my answer yet dumbass," he said and I sat down, focused about what he's going to say.

"I, I like you too Kumon. I know it's weird that we're both guys but I really admire the things you have which I don't. And yeah, ugh. You know what I mean," he said and blushes looking down at the ground.

"Haha you're so cute Azami blushing like that, oh then that means we're going out now?"

"Whatever you call it," he muttered and I hugged him so tight, I'm so happy right now coz we feel the same way. I feel I hit a homerun right now.

I smiled and stare into Azami's eyes and about to lean in for a kiss when he stop me.

"Hey just because we're going out doesn't mean we can do those things,"

"Those things?"

"Aw c'mon you know what I mean Kumon,"

"And what is that?" I asked teasingly as I lean in so close that I can just peck his lips.

"Like kissing and stuff... Wait how do guys kiss?"

"Pfft hahaha, you really gonna ask that? I'll show you," I chuckled, leaning in and pecked his lips.

"How do you know these stuffs? You don't look like the type to do these things like kissing, dumbass."

"Well I learn a one or two from Muku's shoujo mangas and there's nothing different except we're both guys haha."

"Whatever let's go home, Shitty Sakyo might yell at me again if we come home late again," he said standing up and starts to walk.

"Ahh Azami! Wait for me! You're so cruel." I pout and followed him.

I held his hand and he held back. We head home with smiles as we gaze into the starry sky as we head home.

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Thanks for reading! It's been quite a long time since I wrote a fanfic again and it's my first time writing shounen ai genre and fluff. Apologies if there are errors, typos, wrong grammars coz I wrote this in one sitting and just focused to finish it. Hope you liked it! Until then ^^

Credits to the Azami x Kumon fanart,

ついったlog | 石榴 #pixiv https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/80636008

#a3! #a3! actor training game #a3! kumon #a3! azami #fluff #fanfic #shounen ai

[ty-talks-comics]

Best of DC: Week of September 18th, 2019

Best of this Week: Year of the Villain: Lex Luthor #1 - Jason Latour, Bryan Hitch, Andrew Currie, Tomeu Morey and Tom Napolitano

Doom is Here.

Lex Luthor has gone through an amazing transformation over the last few years. He was just a rich douchebag when the New 52 started and this eventually led to him becoming a hero in his own right, even taking up the mantle of Superman after Clark died during DCYou’s Superman: Truth arc. When the status quo needed resetting after the League destroys the Source Wall and Luthor was called to join a large group of heroes and villains to stop a new threat to the universe. He saw the error of his heroic ways and embraced Doom after seeing just how powerful entropy could be.

Everything he’s been planning has been leading up to Year of the Villain and things are in full swing with the bad guys finally having the edge, but there’s just something that Luthor can’t satisfy yet: His own urge to be the ONE Luthor. His ultimate belief that he himself is the pinnacle of the multiversal Luthors and this book sets out to prove him right in a variety of ways.

Starting out on Earth-38, a universe reminiscent of the 1960s Superboy comics, Lex recruits the aid of Alexander Luthor, a younger version of himself that still rocks the ginger bowl cut and genius of his future self. Lex likely sees the malleability of this Young Luthor and sees just how similar their upbringings were ad hopes that this child can see the pending darkness and failures that other Luthors have succumbed to. Lionel Luthor is drunk and hears it all, insisting that Lex take him instead, but the Apex Predator incinerates him as Alexander looks on with nonchalance. 

Bryan Hitch might be in his finest form in years right now. Somehow, he manages to make a middle school science fair eerie and uncomfortable and make a bowl cut mildly threatening. Tomeu Morey’s coloring of these first pages paints a picture of the perfect suburban setting with darkness just sitting underneath and curiosity from the Young Luthor, the same glint in his eyes.

The next two Earths play in parallel to each other as opposite futures. Earth-45 is a desiccated world where brands brought the world to its knees along with a Doomsday Luthor that squandered the world and destroyed it. Earth-32 seems to be a world of peace where a Martian Kal-El and Lex Luthor coexist as best friends in the Superman and Batman roles.

Luthor has a special hate for this Lex as he’s chosen to live in the shadow of the alien and sicks the Doomthor on Kal-El, thinking that Bat Lex will abandon his fight with Apex Lex to save him, but a Luthor is still a Luthor and he calls Apex Lex’s bluff, but he’s seen all that he has to. He knows that Bat Lex is absolutely Doomed because of his heroic nature and chooses to let him suffer on an Earth that will absolutely be killed by Doomthor.

Luthors hate for both of these other versions is palpable though. Lex has made body modifications for power before, but never once has he allowed himself to become a mindless brute because of it. He doesn't want to see society utterly destroyed like Earth-45 Luthor did. Even his transformation into the peak form of what a Human-Martian hybrid should be is more enlightening than dangerous.

He very likely also sees Earth-32 Luthor as one of the bigger multiversal insults. Lex Luthor stands in no one's shadow and seeing him become a creature of the night, the Batman to a Martian Superman, is low. It also echoes back to the years when all he got was guff from the Superhero community and the American populace at large by portraying himself as a hero. It's the opposite of his current goal of absolute Doom in that this peddling the false hope of Justice.

Doomthor is revealed in his full form during the Earth-32 scenes and he looks amazing. Bryan Hitch draws him like a bald Doomsday, but has the LexCorp logo adorning his chest. He's an absolute unit of grey and white, muscles pulsating, arm cocked back ready to take Kal-El's head off and face so full of rage. Of all of the alternate Doomsdays we've seen, I think this might be my favorite.

Lex travels to Earth-1 to a future that I certainly hope we see published one day because I absolutely love the Earth-1 stories. This segment begins with who I believe to be Perry White telling an unknown individual of the day when Lex absolutely broke the Superman of that world using the Black Mercy parasite. While the Lex of Earth-1 died after being caught in a fight between Superman and Zod, I suppose as with most other things, DC is choosing to retcon and ignore a past story in favor of this excellent story instead. Lex finds Earth-1 Lex in a hospital bed, likely in a coma and angril screams at him for being made so small, asking how his obsession with Superman is worthy of the name Luthor… but then Apex Lex takes a moment and thinks. 

He sees the ultimate Doom that this will lead to. This world, without its great symbol of Hope and Justice, will crumble as it is already a darker reflection of the Prime universe. Bryan Hitch draws Apex Lex’s face with a heated rage contrasted by Morey’s use of muted colors in the room, the sterilized feeling of it all. He grasps the Comatose Lex’s head, preparing snap his neck, but then he relents with stunned silence. Hitch captures this moment with solemn beauty and revelation for what Lex will really have to do to achieve Doom. The Comatose Lex just lies there, smiling. He’s absolutely pleased with himself and finds himself living up to the Luthor name.

After Luthor travels to Earth-50 and likely kills the Luthor of that world, in front of a statue of him replacing the Lincoln Memorial, he has a conversation with Alexander. Alexander asks “why don't we just kill all of the Luthors when they're babies” to which Apex Lex answers, “There is no ‘we’ only Luthor.” To me this sounds like Lex could do exactly that, but at the same time, he has to teach Alexander how exactly to be Luthor by seeing all of the mistakes that others have made in the name. By showing him alternate realities, pasts and futures, Alexander can see every possible path there is for him to take and sidestep their particular hurdles to realize his destiny.

The two Luthors meet three more over the course of their adventures, one who became a cobbler and another from the age of Merlin who became a Wizard, two drastically different paths, but neither good enough of the name of Luthor. The final is the one that intrigues me the most, however.

The final Lex appears to be the absolute opposite to Apex Lex. The Luthor who gave up his ambition, his visions of grandeur and embraced the down to Earth nature of his humanity (and a good ginger beard). Through drinking tea mixed with pieces of the Blak Mercy himself, he has lived multiple lives and experienced multiple realities and has seen the many paths just as Apex Lex and Alexander are doing now. The difference is that Bearded Lex sees through Apex Lex, he knows that his hubris and need to be the one and only Lex Luthor is why he’s willing to give up his humanity despite knowing that he will never be. He is but one of many. 

This is illustrated excellently through Hitch and Morey portraying Lex in many of the positions of other heroes like Shazam, The Flash, Orion and even as Brainiac himself among others. Morey makes these colors slightly more sepia toned to illustrate that they are potential pasts and futures to give a lived in feel. There’s also no way for Lex to ever be the one true Lex at all and every attempt is just another way to fool himself.

Hearing enough, Alexander killed Bearded Lex, gaining the respect of Apex Lex and finally becoming Luthor...only afterwards, it is revealed that at some point, Alexander was given the Black Mercy plant and acts as back up human DNA for Lex, likely for when his own status quo needs to be reset if his path towards Doom is also the wrong path. Despite the lessons that he was trying to teach, Lex still has an ace up his sleeve, he still has some of his humanity and he knows that no matter what happens, he will remain the one true Lex Luthor.

Of all of the Year of the Villain spotlights, this one is my absolute Favorite. It might just be things that put Luthor in the forefront in general, but there’s just something so great about his new form of evil. He wants to see the utter ruination of good and he’s actually making headway and earning from his past and future mistakes before he can even make these decisions. It peels back the layers of all the men that Lex Luthor could have been and shows us just why Apex Lex is the best version of all of them, because his plans have succeeded without him being subservient, comatose or a mindless beast.

Lex Luthor is here for Doom and I am on board for it.

#comics #dc comics #year of the villain #lex luthor #apex lex #legion of doom #doom #jason latour #bryan hitch #tomeu morey #superman

[marshmallowatheart]

To All The Boys I've Loved Before (Part 16)

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“Okay, what’s going on?” Logan finally asks, hands on the steering wheel and eyes on the road but he’s too well attuned with his surroundings to not notice the giggling kids in the back seat.

“Heather and Darrell are playing cupid,” Veronica remarks, chewing on a piece of liquorice as she twists around in her seat to get a look at the giggling duo.

“Cupidress,” Heather corrects. “Or well you could just go ahead and call me Aphrodite, the goddess of love.”

Logan chuckles, brows perking up, amused, “Alright, Miss Goddess of Love, who are you aiming your arrows at?”

Veronica tilts her head and informs him, “Nope, Cupid’s the one with the bow and arrow," she points directionless at him with her liquorice as he drives. "Aphrodite has a magic girdle.”

His lips curves, remarking, “Chill out Athena, I was talking to Aphrodite here.”

Veronica rolls her eyes, munching away, trying to focus herself on the scenery outside instead of the boy next to her. “Sure, Poseidon, get back to your mixed up mythical references.”

“Sheesh, someone’s testy this morning.”

“Not all of us can sleep through the car ride like Wallace here," she jerks her thumb in the direction of the back seat where Wallace is leaning his head against the window, snoozing away until they reach the zoo. "And I didn't get enough sleep last night."

"Thoughts of me?" He quips, batting his lashes. "Hey, I get it. Sometimes I’m up all night, just thinkin’ about myself.”

She resists the urge to smack his shoulder since he's driving and settles for making him regret his unwanted snark. "Actually I was baking a chocolate cake for us to have for dessert but guess who just cost himself a slice?"

Logan groans, he wants to look at her with pleading eyes but he doesn't want to take his eyes off the road for too many seconds. "C'mon, Veronica, don't I get credit for driving us all there?"

"Nope, you wanted to drive," she mercilessly points out.

"Heather asked me to drive," he retaliates. "Who am I to deny the kid her wish?"

Veronica sneers at the reminder. "I drive perfectly fine, thank you very much and if she had a such a problem she could have rode with Dad and Mrs Fennel."

"No!" Heather objects, almost leaping out of her seat to defend her choices but thankfully has on her seatbelt holding her down. "The whole point is that Dad and Alicia can have some alone time!"

"Oh," Logan lets out, comprehending who her two victims of love were.

"And she said you drive like you're in a NASCAR game," Darrell points out and Heather objects with a loud hey for the treachery. He shrugs, "That's what you get for sticking me with the middle seat."

"Urg!" Veronica huffs. "That happened once! And I thought we were being followed by the E-String Strangler. And maybe you shouldn't get any cake either."

"Who wants a piece of the leaning tower of Pisa anyway?" Heather snarks. "Besides we want ice cream for dessert, not cake."

Veronica lets out a long psshhttt sound and grumbles, "It goes down your throat the same either way."

--vm--

“We’re getting on the bus!” Keith eagerly says, map in hand, ready to go.

“Dad, no," Veronica whines, she's hungry and hot and wants to just sit and eat something - anything - before they start their journey from one end of the zoo to the other.

“It’s only half an hour Veronica. Half the zoo, half an hour," he emphasises like it's a bargain they can't possibly pass up on.

"I've got snacks," Alicia interjects and Veronica's eyes are drawn to the overly big beach bag that Alicia's carrying. "You can have some to tide you over until we can eat," she offers with a smile and Veronica eagerly accepts, looking at her best friend's mother like she's a savour sent from above.

"Sandwiches are life savers," Veronica hums happily, settling on the upper level of the double decker bus with Logan next to her. She admits, it is easier to take the bus but hunger takes precedence over everything else and Veronica's never been more grateful for Mrs Fennel.

Logan chuckles, nodding his head and stares at her adoringly. Yesterday while surfing he'd come to many revelations; one being that he's gonna show Veronica just how real they are. He's come to understand her a lot in their short time together and knows he can't lay out his feelings to her just yet.

She'd been firm in the fact that she doesn't want to date him and doesn't like him but he feels like that's changed - they've changed - in the sense that she does care about him, has fun with him, can be honest with him and maybe all these feelings were always there buried underneath the spells of her letter. And now he's opened the letter - broken the spell - he's seen her bared feelings and he wants to open her heart and see what's in there now.

She's been hurt, she has trust issues and she'd rather leave before she's left. She has all these pre-determined notions in her head and he's hoping he can deconstruct each one and in time she'll come to see him as he sees her.

So he's doing his best, showing her he likes her, showing her she can trust him and showing her that he's there - that he's going to be there. And he can see that she's doing the same even if she doesn't realize it yet.

“Ronica," Heather says, bright eyed as she turns from her seat in front of them. "Make sure to take out some good koala-ty pictures,” she giggles and nudges Darrell, who's looking excitedly at said Koalas and giggles along with her.

“Don’t worry, she’s got the koalafications,” Logan winks, instantly joining in before Veronica can make a snarky remark.

"And if she's underkoalafied, we just have to bear with it," Darrell outright laughs along with Heather, the two thoroughly enjoying themselves the moment they stepped out of their houses.

"So glad I could be of amoosement to you," Veronica remarks, straight-faced and seemingly exasperated. The kids giggle wildly and Logan chuckles, happy that she's not really upset and Veronica obligingly snaps shots of the Koalas hugging the trees and eating leaves.

"Guess what," Wallace leans forward in his seat, his head popping between Logan and Veronica, startling the couple.

"You've finally found where they're stashing the unicorns?" Veronica pipes, hope springing in her eyes.

"It's better than unicorns, Vee," he grins widely, suddenly full of energy unlike his earlier slumberly state.

"Damn, man," Logan chuckles. "You've got it bad."

"You would know," Wallace reproaches, nudging Logan with his shoulder from the back.

Logan peaks at Veronica and she shakes off his look. "Is this about Georgia?" She asks, brow arches, already knowing the answer.

He bobs his head. "She said she can meet me at the zoo. Isn't that great?"

"Ronica," Heather calls out once again. "Look," she says, pointing to an Orangutan swinging on the tree. "It's you!" She bursts out in giggles.

Veronica huffs. "Oh and look at that, you're right there next to me," she sticks out her tongue, unwilling to be defeated by her little sister.

"Who's the eleven year old, again?" Wallace chuckles, shaking his head.

"I'm eleven and a half," Heather points out, firm in the fact that she's not merely eleven anymore.

“Oh, hey, Heather, look it’s you,” Veronica smirks, gesturing to the Tasmanian Devil, a cheeky smug look on her face while Heather gasps.

“I happen to think it’s adorable,” Logan winks, earning Veronica a playfully triumph tongue out from Heather.

--vm--

Heather obsesses over getting a picture with everything. And more so, she obsesses over getting Logan and Veronica to take coupley pictures together whenever she sees coupley things. Like if two animals are being cute together or if there's statues that seem romantic - not that there are many - except maybe for this one particular statue. It's a statue of a sailor, dipping a nurse and kissing her full on the mouth.

Veronica hasn't denied her sister much but this is one of the things she simply cannot do and Heather whines, "C'mon, Ronica, it'll be so romantic! I mean you dragged Logan to the zoo and you can't even give him one kiss?"

Veronica gaps at her little sister. "You dragged Logan to the zoo and I'm not gonna kiss Logan like that here with dad right there! I'm not insane."

Heather concedes the point but she's not happy with it. "Urg, fine, but I still want a picture of you two with the statue. I need proof to send Meg that you actually have a boyfriend."

Veronica sighs, she's been meaning to tell Meg about Logan's new role in her life and now that everyone but Meg knows, she really doesn't have much of a choice.

She's standing next to Logan, their fingers laced with a camera ready smile in front of the statue as Heather snaps a picture and shakes her head, asking them to try another pose.

It takes three more tries before Heather is satisfied with one where they're gazing into each others eyes.

She leaves them be and turns to her father, begging him to let her take one out with him and Alicia.

Keith chokes back a cough while Alicia chuckles, accepting the request. Veronica's just glad that Heather didn't demand they kiss in front of the statue like she'd done with her and Logan.

--vm--

“I am a koalafied match-maker,” Heather brags, puffing out her chest and twirling around like the power of love has given her unreserved energy even though it's the end of the day and everyone else is exhausted.

“Oh, are you now?” Veronica arches her brow, she's holding Logan's hand and they're walking up a nearby park to set up a nice evening picnic. Alicia has prepared a variety of food and kept it in a warmer in the car along with a cooler filled with water and soda. They also have Veronica's homemade chocolate cake for dessert that Veronica's been coaxed into sharing with Logan. And Logan has somewhat been coaxed into getting ice cream for the two kids - three kids including Veronica.

"Mmmhmm," Heather hums, she's smiling wide, proud and again she's got that 'I know something you don't know' look on her face. "Just look at you and Logan.”

Veronica's hand tightens it's hold on Logan's. “Me and Logan?”

Heather notices the look on her sister's face and freezes, decidingly changing her mind from saying anything more because one, Veronica looks stricken and two, she doesn't know if Logan's supposed to know what she knows.

Veronica stares at her little sister, she's got a feeling that she needs to know what Heather knows so she lets go of Logan's hand and dashes after the now running girl. She feels an adrenaline rush hit her because it all makes sense if what she thinks is true, she just doesn't know why her sister would do that to her.

"Heather, get back here," she calls out, she's the star of the soccer team and she's beaten Heather many a times at racing so it's only a matter of time until she catches her.

Logan stays rooted in his spot, deep confusion spreading over his face as he watches the girls get further and further away, everyone else is setting up for their evening picnic and he wonders if he should leave them to it or catch up. The moment Veronica had tightened her grip on his hand, he'd felt the tension right to her fingertips.

Heather is hiding behind a tree, darting back and forth so Veronica can't grab her. "Okay, I was the one that sent out the letters," she admits, hoping her honesty gets her some mercy points with her sister.

“I’m gonna kill you, you little brat," Veronica lunges across and Heather darts away as quick as her small body allows.

“Oh, come on, Ronica, Logan’s the best thing that’s ever happened to you," Heather makes her plea. She can see the difference in sister's life; everyone in Veronica's life let her live in her comfort zone and Logan brought her out of it in a way that didn't seem all that uncomfortable and Heather figures that's a rare thing to have.

“Veronica," Logan calls out, jogging to the girls.

“You didn’t have to send out all five!" Veronica says as she thinks of how messed up everything has gotten with Duncan and how she's now keeping secrets from Meg.

Heather pouts, puppy eyes are out and her head tilts, just like she'd learned from Veronica and she slightly shrugs, “I thought five chances at a boyfriend were better odds.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Logan holds Veronica steady before she could once again dart to her sister and Heather quickly runs behind Logan. “What’s going on?”

“Veronica’s being totally irrational," Heather says, her adrenaline rush catching up to her.

“I’ll show you irrational," Veronica grunts, trying to move away from Logan but he wraps his arms around her and holds her tight against him with a soft but firm, hey - a hey that's reminding her that she's going attack mode on her eleven year old sister.

“She sent out the letters," she tells him, her anger slowly subsiding.

“Oh," he lets out a breath and loosens his hold on he see her face. "Well, you can forgive her since it worked out, right?” He gives her a pointed look.

“I just wanted you to be happy, Veronica," Heather softly admits.

Veronica sighs. “I wasn’t unhappy.”

“But you’re happier with Logan, right?” Heather peaks, still slightly behind Logan but now can visibly see her sister's facial reaction.

“Right," Veronica pats Heather's hair, softly, letting her know that she's forgiven. "But you owe me one."

Logan leans down to Heather when Veronica starts to to walk away, "Hey, kiddo, I owe you one," he winks and Heather brightens, all regret officially thrown out the window.

"You better not hurt her, Lo," Heather warns. "Especially not since you've got the Mars seal of approval."

He chuckles, rubs a hand over her head like Veronica had done. "I don't intend to," he softly says. "Thank you, Heather."

She bobs her head, smiles widely and drags him along to the picnic; she's glad she invited him.

#veronica mars #logan echolls #keith mars #heather mars #heather button #wallace fennel #alicia fennel #darrell fennel #logan x veronica #love #inspired by to all the boys i've loved before #to all the boys i've loved before #part 16 #urg i swear when i was writing this i almost just said screw it you guys #but theres a more development needed to get to thar point #also posted on ao3 #and ffnet #and also im sorry about the zoo inconsistances #ive never been to the san diego zoo #and ive only ever been to the zoo here once #and as i can see from google it's hella different #and i have no idea if the statue with the sailor and the nurse from the zoo or not #but i liked it a lot and kept it in the story #unconditional surrender statue

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DAUGHTERS - HELL SONGS

"Love is a disgusting thing."

As of more recently, I've been re-connecting with the side of me that once was heavily enamored with thrashing and pulverising - at least in musical form. Last year I re-discovered and realized my absolute infatuation with The Blood Brothers, and I'm sure I'll end up writing about them at some point. The Blood Brothers opened my eyes to a forgotten pre-conceived notion that I once shed, gained back, and shed again - not everything labeled "screamo" or with a "-core" at the end of the genre descriptor is inherently inferior to other forms of heavy music. Quite the contrary, actually. Digging deeper into similar bands since then, I fell in love with everything Orchid has ever done and more recently came around to having some real pleasant body spasms while listening to Jeromes Dream. These three bands made me identify what I love so much about this early brand of """"screamo,"""" namely the menacingly gruesome demeanor and the visceral speed bands can take the style - leading to absolutely euphoric highs.

Bands such as Orchid, Jeromes Dream, and Swing Kids planted the seed for future bands to further twist and mangle the way hyper-speed, ear-shredding goodness is made - and bands like The Blood Brothers, The Locust, (and unknowingly to me for a while) Daughters, carried that torch into the new millennium. All three of the progenitors listed focused on raw power but with an easily perceivable subtext of wit, humor, and unique musical ideas. The successors took that pass from the top of the key and fucking slammed it NBA Jam-style into the future. An alley-oop of strange musical wonders.

When it comes to Daughters, I had never really heard anything by them outside of their incredibly acclaimed 2018 comeback "You Won't Get What You Want," a sublime record - albeit one that I've never really sat down and experienced as a whole. The single "Satan in the Wait" piqued my interest while the closer "Guest House" is really what widened my eyes to the band's sound. It's a fantastic track which beats the shit out of you from the starting gun only to slowly morph into a heart-wrenching (or maybe organ-removing) picture of madness. I bring this track up in particular not only because I love the song (seriously, that melodic, synth brass-sounding addition at the middle of the track is simply awesome and warranted many a replay from me), but because I think out of all the songs I've heard from "YWGWYW," it's the one that closest resembles the ecstasy I feel when listening to their second record, "Hell Songs."

Immediately after digging their comeback record, I did what I usually do - jump back to the debut. Their debut, "Canada Songs," is some pretty good stuff. Not my favorite mathcore (or even grindcore) project I've ever heard (thanks, Locust), but it shows the starting point for the logical progression to their current dense, yet hard-hitting sound. It sounds like shredding your ear with a cheese grater (in a good way, mind you) but even at ~12 minutes for the whole project it's not one I've been inclined to come back and listen to a lot. Where the magic for me truly has lied is listening to them develop into their current form on "Hell Songs," an album that brilliantly blends the incredibly unique character of their recent work with the aggression of their debut.

Right off the bat, "Hell" is a completely different animal than their debut. If "Canada" is a ravenous, rabid dog, than "Hell" is a grizzled, experienced fighting dog who only won't kill you if it feels like you deserve mercy. Immediately noticable in the opener, "Daughters Spelled Wrong," is the shift in the vocal stylings of Alexis Marshall. He's traded in the shrieking grindcore growl of the debut for this bafflingly unique and immediately impressionable southern drawl. One thing I love about bands like The Blood Brothers and The Locust are the flat rejection of traditional hardcore vocal stylings in favor of weirdness - which ends up not only resulting in catchier, more memorable music, but also emphasizes and helps to accentuate the technical virtuosity going on underneath it instead of just drowning it out. "Daughters Spelled Wrong" is a sludgey, slow behemoth that less threatens you at knifepoint than it stares at you with crazy fucking eyes from across the street. Marshall lists off every single negative thing he's ever been called, from a sinner, to a fallen angel, thief, black sheep, and finally: a good-for-nothing, ass fuckin' son of a bitch. If that doesn't hook you in, (especially with the thunderous low end backing him up the length of the track), I don't know what will. It certainly hooked me in.

Throughout the record's ~25 minutes or so, there are a few tracks that instrumentally harken back to the grindcore sounds of their debut - namely "Fiery", "Crotch Buffet", and the fantastic "X-Ray" (I CALL AT FUCKIN ONEEEE, I CALL AT FUCKIN TWOOOOO). The difference here is both the aforementioned shift in vocal style - which lends the songs far more staying power - and the band's ability to elevate their game when it comes to breaking up the madness for a good slice of weirdness. Not only are Daughters a more technical, clean, and more evil beast on this record - they're a stranger one.

However, the crown jewels here are the "longer" tracks. "Feisty Snakewoman" has an opening death wail on guitar that persists throughout the track, winding up to be perfectly symmetrical with the half-time stomps of the drummer - just further proof that the craziest, nastiest music doesn't have to rely on the tired tropes of the genre. "Hyperventilationsystem" is another personal favorite - opening with some mind-melting double bass and high-pitched grinding guitars before suddenly throwing the steering wheel as far as it can go. Punctuated by a spy-thriller bassline and two guitar tracks - one punching, one gushing - Marshall echoes one phrase to himself over and over again, expressing his absolute disgust with love with the phrase, uh, well, "Love is a disgusting thing." As the song builds steam, the southern drawl of the vocal inflection burrows itself into your mind in perfect step with the bass drum - and have fun not singing it to yourself for a week. At the climax of the track, the band sets the car on fire while Marshall yelps, only for the band to drop out behind him for just long enough that your brain gets tenderized as soon as they pick up again.

That's a good time to talk about the lyrics, as well. "Hell Songs" beautifully blurs the line between the wordily poetic and outright debauchery. Within the same record, Marshall paints hauntingly dark imagery such as "When I awoke, a vicious dark hung in the sky / My surroundings foreign and discomforting", and lacerating himself and the listener with his tongue via lines like "I wear my sickness like a wedding band / I've been touching myself all day with a hammer and nail / I'm the flat-footed-mule-faced-fucker, the shit-bird-derelict-king."

Those last lines come from what I feel is the shining achievement of the record - and the song that quickly became one of my favorite extreme music-related songs of all time: "Recorded in a Pyramid." It's almost off-putting how traditional the main rift lining the song is, however as the song takes shape - what with its spastic snare drum fills and such - the underlying strangeness blends with the catchiness to become completely homogenous. By the time the chorus hits, the riff has suddenly jolted into an immediately wonderous major-key riff with a slab of heavy double bass underneath. This is all beautifully topped off with two of my favorite vocal lines I have ever heard in any genre relating to this one, with Marshall expelling all the breath from his lungs on top of this impeccably weird, pretty, and boisterous group of instruments until he sounds physically unable to do so anymore. The band, of course, catches him right at that picture-perfect final word both times to create one of the most memorable moments in hardcore I've ever heard. Again, never does the vocalist achieve this amazing tenacity by outright growling or shrieking - not that growling doesn't have its place - but somehow I picture grindcore grit not coming out anywhere nearly as magical as it does on this track.

The record ties itself up with two similarly great tracks - the much-acclaimed "Cheers, Pricks" which is a six minute (!) excursion into multi-part songwriting, mathcore brutality, Mach 10 funky strumming, and guitar ambience alike. The closer, "The Fuck Whisperer," is a short yet ungodly vast summary of just how much the band has shown on the record. Opening with stop-start fireworks, Marshall drops one line near the beginning of the track and the band follows suit mid-line. Suddenly, all there is is band members in the back murmuring to themselves as if they've just seen the immediate aftermath of the apocalypse: "It's already too late." But just when you think the record may be allowing itself to be completely engulfed in brooding torment for too long, Marshall (from seemingly across the room), reveals the ace up the band's sleeve (that mixture of crazy, evil chaos and unique character) with one line that intersects with the band: "There will be no leap into hyperspace and, it's already too late." The record's death yelp summarizes the lyrical themes throughout, with Marshall simultaneously unleashing one monstrous scream whilst making exaggerated sex moans. The band may have just told you that there will be no leap into hyperspace, but for the last half hour or so, you were just traveling at fucking warp speed. What a great record.