#Haha that motherfucker go blind
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not to be hyperromantic on main but I think the reason I’m so stupidly in love with Gale is because I kinda has the experience of falling for him like a real person in real time.
I went into this game after seeing all the Astarion content and having my mind set on romancing him. My first brush with BG3 was my brother showing me Astarion like “look whimsy it’s a hot vampire man, you’d love him, you should play this game because you can date him in it” and my bisexual ass was like OOH VAMPIRE OKAY and I was set on kissing that twink. And don’t get me wrong I still am, I love that twink as much as the next mankisser and am currently romancing him in a second save, but in my first blind playthrough? Gale. Gale fucking Dekarios.
I knew nothing about him going in. Upon meeting him I was like “haha aww this guy’s charming I bet we’ll be great friends!”
game progressed. he got more and more charming. He grew on me so much. found him so cute and silly. I was struggling to get approval from Astarion because I, unfortunately, have morals, but at some point shortly before the act 1 celebration I had a realization. Was having some dialogue exchange with Gale and caught myself basically giggling and kicking my feet at something he said and I had a click moment like OH. OH I LOVE THIS MAN. OH NO. OHHH SHIT. I AM IN LOVE WITH HIM. WHAT
that motherfucker grabbed my heart and SQUEEZED IT without me even NOTICING. I had been falling for him FROM THE START. and it just clicked right there. it felt precisely like having an irl crush and finally getting the realization that you like them and it’s like AGHFJF???? I think that’s why I fell harder for him than most of my other fictional crushes. the experience of building up a love for him and being hit with the realization like a hammer.
from that moment onward I was a gale girlie. this nerdy ass wizard has me in a chokehold. I am deeply and madly in love with him and his stupidly long verbose rambles and I am not ashamed. he is my wife and nothing dissuades me from this.
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hey would you like some bionicle aus haha get in
A) g3 concept
this motherfucker. is a Big One. MANY thoughts on it, still trying to iron out some of it. heavily based on g1 but with g2 elements that are nice/interesting to me specifically Such As the mask making via elements deal, ekimu, and the okoto setting. i am Cramming As Much Mostly Relevant G1 Things In This As Possible. includes all main toa teams so mata, metru and inika as well as the chronicler's company, Lhikan lesbian ver, several of the Makuta, the Barraki (who are actual animals and also a polycule because why not) and a MNOG-like Makuta who honestly loves and cares for his brother the Great Spirit and thinks putting him in a coma will help. also pewku and jaller's crab. theres even a voriki implication. i have a big post in the drafts for this and perhaps one day it will appear
2009-10 elements will not manage to be included nor will 2016-17 elements. the former because i cannot fit those lads in here tho perhaps bara magna life & survival will make it through, the latter because i havent seen journey to one and frankly i dont know if theres anything of value to take from it. please do yell at me at length in case you disagree. i am very serious abt that i want to learn more, its just that i cant be arsed to get netflix for anything
B) human g2015 au
classic modern times human au but with 2015 characterization bc i like the web episodes. the thoughts i have about this are nebulous at best but good lord if it aint good fun to think about
THE GOOD NEWS IS that while the main characters will be limited to the toa mata nuva, i can mention as many characters in this as i want. possibly all of them. they are just new zelanders now, they live there. they have jobs and stuff. im going to include the fucking moburzhak. i can even put the g1 mata in there as bizzarely omonimous different characters. i am a god
THE ALSO GOOD NEWS IS i can overthink characterizations you wouldnt even dream of so i can take these cardboard cutouts that are the toa and try to engineer something compelling out of them somehow through the power of incredible neurodivergency and this morbid interest in group dynamics i just found
the bad news is i have little to no plot yet. few story beats that i have are discovery of the powers ala superheroes, lewa getting possessed, pohatu having a panic attack, subsequent slow kohatu development from strangers to friends to lovers because im Fucking Weak For Them, onua leaving lewa underground briefly because hes fucking tired of his attitude, slow lewa/tahu/gali development from clashing to friends to what i can only describe as the human equivalent of a cat colony, stupid winter episode, and undecover mission in drag at a fancy place. most of my fully formed thoughts are for this last one but i still have no idea how this happens or why they have to do it, i just know that the boys make for a bunch of pretty ladies. i am just spitting ideas
also had more specific ideas regarding the main toa such as them being half maori and half another ethnicity (australian aboriginal/hawaiian/jewish/latin american/african just to give a few ideas), onua being aromantic and lewa being goth
C) Foster Parent au
also known as What Watching A Whole Ass Blind-Run Of Bloodborne While Having A Soft Spot For Toa-Turaga Familial Relationships Does To A Motherfucker AU, or also alternatively Superpowers? Divinity? WRONG! COSMIC HORROR AU
only features the Toa Mata, Toa Metru Hordika, Artakha, Karzhani and Velika. the Toa Mata are six parentless siblings separated at birth, bounced around the system until each ended up assigned one of the Toa Metru as their foster parent. weird elemental shit starts happening more prominently now that theyre in a safe and loving environment, and a mysterious man named Artakha who seems to have history with the Metru begins showing up insistently and intimidatingly demanding custody of the kids as their father.
its about the PARENT-CHILD CONNECTIONS and the SIBLINGHOOD and the HORRORS and the FOUND FAMILY and the PARENTAL LOVE and the HORRORS AGAIN
i DO want to talk about it but also i do NOT want to talk about it but also i will never write it so PLEASE ask me about it i am Begging You
#bionicle#random talks#this is me yelling incoherently into the void while fairly sleep deprived#if the void cared to respond id be pretty happy but considering so far the reception id be glad to have my head smacked into a door
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Seven Ways to Summon the Ghost King
Chapter Five: Butt call? Booty dial?
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Ao3
Summary: "How can a hell denizen botch a summoning this bad?" you ask. Well, Blitzo is stupid, easy as that.
Warning: Suggestive language, explicit language, implied sex. Helluva Boss levels of foul language and inuendo, overall. The use of a gun...
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Blitzo looked around at the candle-lit BDSM dungeon and sighed, squiggling down in chalk the circle for the summoning according to what he understood from the grimoire.
“Kinky bastard, making me do all the heavy-lifting.” He grumbled under his breath, putting in place the pikes to which the handcuffs would be attached.
Blitzo wasn’t at all against roughing it up in bed –or the floor–, but ever since that shit-show against the human government, Stolas had discovered that he liked ‘certain scenarios’, and now he made Blitzo play the part of the deranged cultist to his ‘defiled god’, and he would be alright with that, really! If only the jackass wouldn’t have him go through ALL of it rather than just get to the fucking. Maybe he shouldn’t have used the bear traps. Dramatic much? Yeah.
“And now, I summon you, oh great- you know what? I’m not saying all that bullshit! Hey, you, pompous dick, come over here so I can bend you over!” He yelled at the Circle. “Oh, what? Too vulgar for your Highness? Hmm?” A devilish –or rather, impish– smirk spread on his face. “Ah, come on, you star-caped annoying royal! Don’t ya want me to give you another little death? That was good, wasn’t it? If so, then bring your big, crowned head here and let’s have some fun!”
The chalk on the floor flickered with a weak light, powering up and then dimming down again, as if unsure of what it was supposed to do, to bring.
“Ugh, you’ll be the death of me like this.” Blitzo grumbled dragging his hand down his face.
Finally! The circle glowed a bright green, and the inferno-red flames of the candles emulated it, making the imp look up from the grimoire.
“That’s not supposed to happen like that.”
Above the circle, a spiral of green fog slowly spread out, opening a gateway to a purple landscape filled with doors. Looking directly at it as he was, Blitzo couldn’t protect himself from the flash of light that inundated the sex dungeon and blinded him.
“Ow! MotherFUCKER!” He groaned, scurrying away to hide behind a tantra chair and stumbling all the way there.
The imp rubbed at his eyes and once the light had subsided (haha, sub) he risked a blurry glance back.
Colourful spots danced on his vision in the darkened room, and the green candlelight seemed extra bright, so Blitzo could be –only a little bit– excused for not noticing the dark creature shrouded in stars, with bottomless green pools for eyes, and a headful of dancing, green and white flames.
When he did, though, he reacted the way anyone who had just performed a botched summoning ought to: shooting first, asking questions never.
“Hey! Ouch! What the Hell, man? You called me here!” The creature –whatever the fuck it as– complained as a bullet hit it, in a wobbly, high-pitched voice. (Considering its sinister presentation, Blitzo would consider anything other than a growl to be high-pitched.)
“Sucks to be you then, I guess.” Blitzo said, even as he looked for a way out of the dungeon without having to take down a wall or something.
(For a born and raised denizen of Hell, he didn’t consider that by doodling drawing the Circle closer to the door, he would be effectively trapped with what would come out of it.)
(Okay, fine. However annoying Stolas could be, he’d never force Blitzo to do something he didn’t want, and it had been Stolas he had wanted expected here. So. No really his fault.)
The whole room was frozen solid in a second, by a thin, yet firm, sheen of ice.
Blitzo gulped.
“Come out and let’s talk.” The being said in a voice much like the ice: deceptively normal until you tried to fight it, and found out that it wouldn’t give. You can start explaining to me why am I here in…”
“Hell.” Blitzo informed what posed as a human teen, but he wouldn’t be dumb enough to confuse for one.
“Yeah, why the heck am I in Hell, man?” It did look like a teenager, at second glance as well as the first one.
Blitzo made inventory of the weapons he had on himself at the moment anyway, because Stolas was a very kinky demon, knowing damn well how fucked up teenage-whatevers could be.
(All teenagers of any kind were awful, that was just a fact. Except for Loona, of course, she was great.)
“You tell me why the fuck did you use the summoning circle of a Prince of Hell?” He reloaded his gun and readied his whip. He would have to go for the throat, since rather than legs it had a wispy tail, with no hipbones to secure the whip when he pulled.
“Is that what this is supposed to be?” The awful, no-good thing said with a snort. “You should consider some drawing classes, buddy.”
Blitzo shot his gun four times and threw his whip at the asshole’s neck, watching how his body morphed holes into itself, closing them again once the bullets had gone through, and how the whip landed on his neck and then fell down when he pulled at it, and all he got for his trouble was an unimpressed lift of an eyebrow.
“Huh, ‘Guess that’s out of the table, then. Blitzo mumbled.
The temperature in the room dropped even lower still. He swallowed hard and looked back up to the teenage figure, who had approached in complete silence and now seemed to be surrounded by wreathing shadows.
“If that is all I have a question, mister imp.” The thing said, with cold mist coming out of its mouth and frosting on Blitzo’s face with every word it spoke. “W҉̢̛̱̍͊̂h̶̢̘͉̬̐̕e҉̢̘͙̋̊͑͡r̵̢̛̳̲͐͑͛ȇ̶̬́̈́̕͜ i̴̢̖̖̭̾͂͠n҉̢̞̳̮҇̐ H҉̧̛̰͓͚͂̈ę̴̬͈̦̃̐̈́̕l҉̧̛͓͚̉̓l̶̢͍͎͕̓́͒͝ a̴̧̭͕̟҇̓̓̌m̴͉͑̓͗͢͡ I҈̢̛̗͚͊?҈̨͈͈̈́͗̕”
Blitzo fingered the grenade safety behind his back, and discarded the idea of making a run for the book and to the human world as quickly as he had it. Even if the book was completely safe and unfrozen right where he had left it, Blitzo was still pretty much frozen to the one right now, to his very soul, if he had had one, and could only imagine how easy it would be for the thing looming over him to wring his neck or impale him with a pike of ice.
Damn, and the day had started with plans for a good kind of impaling.
“For real, man, which circle is this? Can I just fly away or do I need to take the Lift?”
In the span of a blink, Blitzo was no longer facing some eldritch abomination, but a very tired very stressed guy with bags under the bags of his eyes.
“We’re in Pride, so, no need to get to the lift, kid.” The imp offered with a small shrug.
The boy –boy again? Those dead eyes screamed college and taxes!– nodded and looked around the dungeon, grimacing. With a wave of his hand, the ice covering the place melted into nothing, without even a wet patch to be seen anywhere.
“Look,” it started. Or he, or they, whatever, “I don’t want to even think about what you’re up to, but the people that insist on calling me clueless or naïve are wrong, so, he locked eyes with Blitzo, and there was a knowing look to him, of the kind that considered knowledge to be a burden, “tell Prince Stolas he owes a big favour to Phantom for not ratting him out on improper use of an ancient hellish artefact.” He floated over towards the still open grimoire, and looked back at Blitzo. “And do take some drawing classes, for the sake of anyone that can be summoned”
His hands moved on their own and the next thing he knew was that he had thrown the grenade up to the laughing being as it phased through the ceiling.
“Shit.” He cursed, and the next-next thing he knew he had dashed to the adjoined bathroom whose door was no longer covered in ice and jumped out the window as the sex dungeon –which, yes had been in an upper floor– blew to bits and pieces.
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Also, even tho I try to write things in order, this was the last chapter I wrote, since I realized seven is a better number than six when dealin with mystical stuff. That's why it was kinda rushed and not as good as the others.
#Danny Phantom#Helluva Boss#Danny Fenton#Blitzo#inuendo#mature themes#no beta we half die like danny#foul language#ghost king au#ghost king danny#ghostly-scrypts#Danny Phantom Crossover#Helluva Boss Crossover#crossover
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🦅Hawks HC’s🦅
This is SO unnecessarily long. Some NSFW. Minors do not interact.
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General
Has zero social life or hobbies outside of work. He knows it’s unhealthy, but like, who has the time?? Oh? Lots of people do?? Haha what are healthy work/home boundaries? He desperately wants to retire and always talks about a world without heroes, but the truth is he would have no idea what to do with himself if he got his way. Take him to a park at midnight and watch him turn into a giant repressed child on a swing. He’ll do a standing-360 and it will be terrifying.
Listens to music way too loud in his headphones to drown out wind noise. Probably half deaf at this point. His musical taste is wild; listening history all over the fucking place. Algorithms have no idea what to do with him.
That visor? It’s prescription. Wow is he far-sighted. He wears glasses. He’s not blind without them (rather the opposite) but they help him see things directly in front of him without massive eye strain. Yeah, he looks really hot in glasses.
Prefers communicating via text. Sometimes it’s a lot of dumb memes, but mostly it’s sincere. He can say what he means when he doesn’t have to put on a public front.
Smokes like a chimney. Self medicates with stimulants. Coffee, tobacco, sugar. Fidgety, likes things in his mouth or hands. Gnashes on toothpicks and popsicle sticks. He really should go back to therapy, huh? His teeth are sparkling white for the cameras but his breath could use some work. Chews gum a lot to compensate, and always does it really loudly with a big shit-eating grin.
Impatient as fuuuuuck. Rude about it. If you take too long doing anything, you’re going to hear a foot tapping. He’ll smile and laugh it off, never ever directly criticize you about it. But lord, the dramatic sighs. He WILL nudge you out of the way and take over in order to finish a task faster, and it’s truly fucking annoying.
LOVES food. Has the metabolism of an actual bird. Will seize upon any excuse to eat. No need to be self-conscious about eating in front of him; he wants you to enjoy it. Steals bites from you and talks with his mouth full. Prefers street food and take-out, usually eats while walking or flying. Sit-down restaurants are an invitation for gawkers.
He’s one of those celebrities that looks way taller on TV. In real life, he’s small and compact. So you’re surprised the first time you see him in person. He has a big head. Literally.
If you’re taller or bigger than him, he does Not Care. He treats everyone like they’re four feet tall, even Endeavor. Everything you do is cute. If you’re actually short, he’s going to carry you around all the time, and there’s nothing you can do about it.
Collects big chunky overpriced watches. All the better to tell you you’re late.
Half his clothes are brand fucking new. Sometimes he forgets to take off the tags. (Don’t look at the prices, do NOT) He never seems to wear the same thing twice. He also never seems to go shopping. Brands just give him stuff, and he shrugs and goes “yeah okay.”
The other half of his clothes are old, faded, and patched up. Every item he acquires for himself has deep sentimental value. If you tell him to throw away that nasty ten-year-old pair of frayed cargo pants, be prepared to find out how wrong and evil you are for even suggesting it.
He doesn’t snore; he coos. Loudly. Like a fucking pigeon trapped in a megaphone.
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Dating
Gift-giving is his love language. Bringing your favorite snacks. Leaving novelty magnets on your fridge. He found a copy of that book/game/movie you mentioned like a month ago, don’t you remember? If he has to go out of town on a job, he’ll bring back the ugliest possible souvenir, just to annoy you.
He likes gifting jewelry especially. Covering you in shiny baubles, little golden things. Not expensive, but unusual. Antiques or handmade, even bizarre vending machine crap. Gets really handsy if you wear or show off his gifts.
Since you’re the first person who has given him The Feels, if you are resistant to his advances (like, say, because he’s way too famous and you’re terrified he’s gonna break your heart) he’s going to go fucking nuts trying to woo you. Doesn’t have a single patient bone in his body but will wait as long as it takes for you to come around. He’ll act like he’s cool with just being friends at first, just hanging out, haha. Oh you’re busy today? That’s cool. Inside he’s shrieking like a tea kettle. Go ahead, make him wait.
Don’t bother giving him a key to your place. He’s coming in through the bedroom window or patio door. Just put out a damn welcome mat on your balcony... or a bird feeder.
A bit of a voyeur. He likes to watch you do your normal routine without interruption. He can see from miles away so if you’ve got your lights on at night, he’ll creep for a while before he comes in. It comforts him immensely, seeing a little slice of the world that isn’t constantly in need of saving.
Is super talkative and funny but a terrible communicator. Makes more jokes the worse he feels. Will almost never tell you what he needs. Most of the time, he doesn’t even know. You will learn to read between the lines and gradually notice his tiny unconscious cries for help. Back rubs make him emotional.
He shows up at your place at the weirdest times. All hours. You’re never ready. At first it was infuriating, because you wanted to look your best and have time to prepare, but you figure out pretty quickly that seeing you in your natural state is his favorite thing. He never gets to be around normal people, doing normal things. A boring, lazy afternoon is his idea of paradise.
He’ll pick through your things and ask a world of invasive questions. A medicine cabinet raider. He wants to know every fucking tiny thing about you, live vicariously through you.
He actually lives in a top floor penthouse. Because I mean, where else? Never spends any time there; mostly he seems to roost on the balcony. He has used the front door maybe once. He much prefers your place, and will only take you back to his after months of dating. It’ll take like, an entire emergency. You’ll end up in his bed by mistake.
Because when you finally come over, he’s embarrassed. Its sparse. White. Things in boxes. A new furniture smell. Like he’s not done moving in, though he’s lived there for years. He wants you to move in So Bad but doesn’t want to be pushy. If you don’t start leaving your stuff there, he’ll steal things from your apartment. Where the hell is your favorite t-shirt? Or that pillowcase you like? Dammit Keigo.
He’s a decent cook, a habit he made himself pick up because he thought it might make him feel more normal. It... didn’t. He never actually cooks until you give him an excuse. He’ll bring you breakfast in bed and watch you eat every bite with big hungry eyes.
He’s got a separate wardrobe for his hero costume and all his feathers. Yeah. His feathers. Because he can detach and control his feathers at will, when he’s alone at home he kind of just... shucks off his wings. The first time you see him do it, your eyes fall out of your head. He walks around in a tee shirt and boxers with these ugly little stumps covered in brownish, blood-red down. It actually looks kind of gnarly, like he got mauled by a bear.
He’s never dated until you. No one has ever been in his apartment until you. No one has called him Keigo until you. He has some bigass intimacy issues. Because. Y’know. The trauma. But god, he wants you in his life so bad, even if he has no idea how to make time for your relationship.
He’ll want to keep you to himself for a while. Once you go public he’s going to have an arm around your shoulders at all times. Publicly Displays his Affection way more than is socially acceptable in Japan, and gives precisely -100,000 fucks.
His fans either love you or hate you. There is no in between. He will immediately take your phone and threaten to drop it from a great height if he catches you reading shitty gossip about the two of you. Does NOT care about his public image anymore, doesn’t want YOU to care about it either. He’s gonna retire soon anyway, remember? That’s a lie.
Being a charming motherfucker is the core of his public persona, so you will get jealous. A lot. He will flirt shamelessly without realizing it. He will get photographed in compromising positions with gorgeous people.
Once you accept that he’s basically an actor 80% of the time and that Hawks and Keigo are separate identities, you’ll both feel better. When he comes home (to YOU) and falls over exhausted and stops being Hawks(tm), when he scratches his ass or burps in front of you, when he yells to you from the bathroom, when he groans childishly about his shitty day while laying face-down in your lap, you’ll know you have nothing to worry about. Keigo is all yours.
Boundaries? Never heard of ‘em. He’s either a million lightyears away or he’s glued to your hip. The whiplash is astounding.
Absolutely says “I love you” wayyyyyy to soon. It thrills you but scares you off at the same time, because there’s no way Hawks - The Hawks - can actually mean it, right? (He does)
Rings? Nah. When things get serious, he will make a necklace out of a feather for you, and if you ever take it off, you better be asleep or in the shower. Even then you’re on thin fuckin ice. If you’re not wearing it he knows. He’s never mean about making you put it back on, it just makes him nervous if he can’t feel your heartbeat.
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SPICY CHICKEN NUGGETS
High sex drive. Horny like 25/7. Probably a symptom of having way too much pent up stress.
Often takes care of it himself when he doesn’t have the emotional resources for anyone else, even his S.O. Figures you don’t want him coming on to you as often as he would like to, but he’s too stupid to talk to you about it first. Morning masturbator.
Yes he’s fucked around a lot but he’s not exactly a playboy either. People have always thrown themselves at him, and before he met you he let them do it. Especially when out of town and staying in a hotel. Whatever happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, etc.
He’d never be unfaithful to you though; his loyalty and dedication are frankly a little unsettling. Sometimes you feel like the only thing in his life other than hero work. Teach this man to knit. Make him join a book club. Christ. Anything.
Does in fact have seasonal mating patterns and it’s super embarrassing.
An underwear-sniffing perv. He’ll definitely hump your pillow.
Gets a sick thrill out of breaking in and startling you. Coming up behind you in the dark, sneaking into your bed. It’s probably his worst habit, and even he hates that he does it. If you get better at detecting him he’ll be so proud. Land a slap on him and he’ll be a horny mess.
Dog-whistles at you. Often from rooftops, and you have no idea where he is but you know he’s leering.
He will call you a lot of really stupid pet names. He likes the way you blush when he finds a newer, stupider one. Calls you angel when he’s really far gone.
Likes to scratch you with his stubble until your skin turns raw and sensitive. If it annoys you or hurts a little? Even better. Making you squirm is his new favorite thing. Especially when going down on you. Your inner thighs are always exfoliated.
His cock is average in every respect. This is not a bad thing. He knows how to please you with every totally normal inch of that cock. He has some kind of homing beacon installed on your sensitive spots.
Goes absolutely insane for blowjobs. Any time, any place.
Likes to bend you around in all kinds of positions with an assist from his feathers to hold up an ankle here, an arm there. Get used to floating mid-coitus. It just seems to happen.
Spanky.
His number one priority is making you feel adored and at home in his bed. Ohhhhh he likes to make you smile. But if you encourage him to get pushy and dominant with you, you will have a good, good time.
He’s switchy, and will lose his shit if you initiate or take control. Again, he’s always horny for you, because he can finally let go. Breathe in his direction and he’s hard.
Doesn’t moan much, but Babe, he’s a dirty talker. He’s not smooth or deliberate about it, it’s more like he can’t fucking believe you let him do whatever he wants to you. You like that huh? Like he’s in stages of shock. He’s singing your praises to high Heaven and muttering oh shit oh shit oh shittttttt and laugh-crying as he cums. He never talks about his feelings; he fucks about them.
After. Care. King. He loves pampering and clucking over you anyway, this is simply another excuse to do it. He knows exactly how much water you drink in a day. Can’t take care of himself for shit, but you? You’ll never have a need he won’t try to fill. What’s all that hero work for if not this? Yeah, soak it up. You deserve it.
#hawks#takami keigo#hawks headcanons#hawks x reader#hawks x y/n#hawks x you#gender neutral#smut#bnha#mha#mha headcanons#bnha headcanons#mha fanfiction#bnha x reader#mha x reader#fred writes#no idea why I’m writing these#guess I’m just in a Mood
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pet Clement au - Cigarette
haha. fuck
content warning: EYE GORE EYE TRAUMA BURNING OUCH EYEBALL OUCHIE yes this is what happened to wren but worse allen signed off on it lmfao, pet whump obviously, nicholas being nicholas
actual content warnings: eye gore/trauma, mentions of going hungry/starvation, pet whump, burnt with a cigarette, cigarette smoke blown in someones face, passing out from pain, fear of going blind, fears being exploited, blinding
enjoy you sick motherfuckers (im talking abt me and allen we’re the sick motherfuckers)
nicholas belongs to @spookyboywhump clement belongs to me
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The day before the incident was quiet.
Frankly, Clement couldn't think of a single thing to be upset about. He was being quiet, obedient, he hadn't broken anything or spoken out of turn. He stayed silent in the morning, as Nicholas dressed him, and he paid little attention to the clothes he wore, knowing the upset caused by seeing himself dressed like a whore wasn't worth it. He hadn’t even complained when Nicholas decided not to let him have breakfast, instead kneeling quietly beside him while he ate, cursing his own stomach for growling.
The day went by without much happening at all. Just another boring, hellish day spent fighting down the urge to run. He knew he wouldn't get anywhere, knew Nicholas was sure to catch him and punish him and destroy yet another part of who he was, and it wasn't worth it, not when his chances of escape were so painfully slim. He wondered if this was the same torment he had subjected Cathal to for so long… it certainly had to be similar.
Nicholas spent his day working, and Clement had never been granted the privilege to know what exactly that entailed. Just that he was expected to kneel, again, beside him, and suffer through the man's hands in his hair for yet another day. He never stopped touching him. Clement behaved, as he had been doing for some time now, and although he hated himself for it; obedience truly was better than torture. It was easier, eventually, as much as he hated to admit. There was no pain quite like the pain Nicholas delighted in dishing out, and nothing that could make that kind of hell worth it.
Clement had never regretted his life more than he did in those moments of suffering.
The two of them had settled into bed late that night, Nicholas holding him close and carding a hand through his hair. Clement shivered involuntarily, as he often did when fingernails scraped against the sensitive spot at the back of his neck, and it made Nicholas laugh, breath hot against the shell of his ear.
Nothing had happened.
He had been good.
Nothing had happened.
But it certainly was, now. Clement's back pressed against the wall, bright green eyes wide and terrified. Nicholas advanced on him with a grin, a lit cigarette between his fingers.
"I don't know what you're so scared for, pretty boy," He laughed. "If you haven't done anything, why are you backing away?"
"I-" Clement started, his breath catching in his throat. "I don't fucking- I don't fucking trust you! I didn't do anything, but you don't give a damn about that!"
Nicholas tutted, playfully pouting at him as if his feelings were hurt by the comment. "Well that's just rude, I haven't been that bad to you, love. It isn't my fault you took so long to learn your place." He stepped into Clement’s personal space, blocking him from moving away and grinned at the way he seemed to shrink into himself the closer they were to each other. Clement looked up at him, tears just starting to form and give his eyes that beautiful shimmer that Nicholas loved to see.
"Please…" he whimpered, eyeing the fiery orange tip of the cigarette as Nicholas brought it to his lips and inhaled. "Please don't…" Nicholas smirked as he exhaled, blowing the smoke directly in Clement's face and making him cough. He hadn’t had a cigarette himself since the day Nicholas had taken him.
"Don't what, pretty boy?"
Clement tried, hopelessly, to push himself further into the wall as Nicholas pressed the head of the thing into his skin, burning a perfect circle just under his collarbone. Clement screamed. His knees buckled, and he grabbed desperately at Nicholas' shoulders to try keeping himself upright, his head hanging and pressed into the other's chest. Nicholas chuckled, as Clement's vision went white with pain, tears spilling down his cheeks.
He pulled the cigarette away. Clement whimpered, already shaking aggressively, starving and weak as he was. He fell to his knees once it was removed, resting his head against Nicholas' leg instead, arms falling limply beside him.
"Don't… that?" Nicholas laughed, and the only response Clement could muster was a soft whine, the fresh burn on his chest throbbing with a red hot pain. "Oh, darling. I've got much worse in store for you."
"P-please…" Clement whimpered, "Please, stop…" He took a deep, heaving breath, shaking harder with the force of his sobbing. Nicholas took a step back, crouching in front of him and grabbing his face to stop the way he swayed with nothing to support him. They stared at each other a moment, steely gray eyes against bright, terrified green. Clement sobbed.
"You really have been broken, haven't you, love?" Nicholas asked softly. His cigarette had gone out against Clement's chest, and he set it down for a moment to pull out a lighter. Clement took the opportunity to look away, to watch his gloved hands as he set the cigarette on the floor and reached into his pocket. A part of him felt the urge to step on it, or grab it and rip it to shreds. He refrained.
"Look at me." Nicholas said, his voice shifting back to the stern tone Clement was more than used to. "Haven't you?"
Clement stared at his hands, still, watching the flick of the lighter and the small flame that came with it. Nicholas brought the cigarette to his lips once again, taking a hit and, again, blowing the smoke in Clement's face. "Look at me." He ordered. Clement shut his eyes.
His back hit the wall roughly, drawing a soft oomf from his lips. Nicholas ordered him to open his eyes once more, and Clement ignored it. He didn't want to see that stupid face again, he would rather die, rather drop dead that moment than look into those cruel eyes even once more. Nicholas slapped him, the sharp pain startling him into looking and giving the chance for him to grab at Clement’s face with one hand, pushing his head against the wall and holding his right eye open painfully.
"What are you-" He didn't have time to finish, before Nicholas was pressing the lit cigarette into his eye, a pain he could never have even dreamt of overtaking him, shooting through his skull and causing his body to spasm. He tried to squeeze his eyes shut again, tried to push Nicholas away, anything to stop this indescribable pain. Words failed him, screaming failed him, as he thrashed and wailed and grappled at Nicholas' arm, shaking and scratching and crying. Hot tears mixed with blood, the burning cherry pressed so far he felt his eye may pop out, or shatter and explode. He wasn't sure which was worse, which would terrify him or hurt more, and he wasn't entirely sure he cared, both were a nightmare he had never even imagined would be sent his way. He briefly thought of Wren, and the ring in his eye that he was now certain had occurred in the same fashion.
He collapsed, limp and completely unable to fight back by the time Nicholas pulled the cigarette away. He almost felt as though his eye would go with it, however impossible that was. His vision had darkened on that side, and his eyelid twitched painfully, scraping against the injury when he blinked. Leaving it open wasn't much better, the air hurt just as much, leaving him with no option for relief. Nicholas tilted his head, humming to himself contentedly as he examined the damage he had done. "Mm, pretty boy, you match my Love now, don't you? A pretty little pair…"
Clement felt his stomach turn at the comparison, although it very well may have been because of the pain. Either way, he hoped it was over, that he was done, that Nicholas would walk away and leave him to cry to himself like he often did.
No such luck.
Nicholas flicked his lighter again, bringing that small flame to life, and Clement weakly scrambled against the wall in fear.
"No… no, no… please…"
"Shhhh," Nicholas chided. "Quiet down, dear." He adjusted his position, leaning forward on one knee to get himself close to Clement’s face again. "Keep your eyes open for me this time, alright love?"
Clement shook his head, whining and pleading incoherently for anything else. He didn't want to go blind, in fact it had been one of his biggest fears since the day he was first told he would need glasses. He knew it was inevitable, eventually, but had been holding onto the hope that he would live well into old age before it caught up to him, or that he could get some sort of surgery to fix his condition. Anything to hold onto his vision, any shred of hope to keep him from spiraling about his degenerating sight.
Leather gloved fingers pried open his eye again, this time the left. He whined, looking at Nicholas with all the desperation he could muster, begging with his one remaining eye to be spared, granted mercy, or something. Anything but this, anything but blinding him. He would've begged, had he been given a chance, promised to be good, sworn to do anything asked of him, to debase and humiliate himself beyond anything he ever would have had the stakes been any different. He would have begged to die, instead, if he thought it would do anything. If he had even a moment to get the words out.
The last thing he saw was the bright colours of fire, before the unimaginable pain doubled, and he shrieked so loudly, so desperately, that his voice cut out in the middle, leaving him screaming open mouthed and silent. The pain lasted just a few seconds longer, before his wounded eyes rolled back into his head and he fell unconscious.
Nicholas laughed as he pulled away, standing up and admiring his work. Clement laid against the wall, still aside from the sharp rise and fall of his chest, suffering even in his sleep. He would dream of sight, of seeing, maybe of freedom.
And Nicholas would certainly enjoy watching the reality dawn on him once he awoke.
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OK EPISODE 2 play by play of me watching arcane mostly blind
I instantly dislike jayce but idky
Ok but this is a cool backstory
Someone explain league of legends lore to me plz
SKIP INTRO??? no the fuck I will not.
Full disclaimer I watch most shit on 1.25 speed BC my brain can't stand long talkers.
Ok jayce is cute tho.
!!!!
SMOL!!! FLUFFY!!!!!
I'm not even going to try and pronounce that name.
Powder is a good shot
Oh fuck me this show is pretty
THE CHILD SWEARS.
Oh this council woman is pretty
Why is it I hate rich characters on sight. Or maybe it's on sound, I hate that posh recieved pronunciation accent.
Ok so that's a good lore drop from this phara lookalike. Vander built the underground, but silco was his best bud so where's his mention?
This gold place, piltover ? Seems like a shit hole . I mean yeah it's pretty but at least downstairs you're free. The council fops can suck ass. Honestly fuck all of them ok?
When is this set? My only frame of reference is thresh being a bad egg for thousands of years
Fuckin banishment???? Christ alive that's a bit harsh. No one died.
OMFG I love silcos swagger
No sorry still don't like jayce .
Who the fuck is Viktor???
WHO THE FUCK IS SINGED???
No names have been spoken I only know this from the subtitles
Ok silcos appartment fucks.
I still love silco, I know he's bad but I don't care.
I love this fungus, infection aesthetic in silcos lab
I also don't like Caitlyn .
Who's this David Bowie looking motherfucker?
Lmfao that early warning system is gd hilarious
Haha fuck that guard. He's lost in irony too
I mean. Vander has a point. No one wins in war.
Jesus good timing man
Ffs it's been 10 seconds and I'm already shipping jayce and Viktor.
Is papa vander making his baby a milkshake? IN HER FAVOURITE CUP???
DID THEY ARREST VI?????
Ok I have some FEELINGS. First of all protect the children. Second of all this sound track straight SLAPS I'm totally getting it when I'm done. Thirdly maybe it's BC I don't get the lore but like. Rich and poor divide, how did that start? It seems pretty extreme for just being a money thing.
Anyway ep 3 now
#league of legends arcane#lol arcane#arcane#powder#silco#vi#vander#play by play of me watching arcane
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so in one of your asks you said you dont think cas was in love with dean since the beginning and idk its interesting to me because everyone seem to think he was from the start so what is your take on that? idk im just curious haha
ohhh I wanted to make a post about this so thanks for asking!
disclaimer: I don’t want to rain on anyone’s parade I just have a different take on this whole thing!!!
So. I see people are like: OMG he was in love ALL THIS TIME SINCE 4x01 and I am like: no.
Was he lost since he laid his hand on Dean in hell? Yes. Was he instantly in love? Nah.
See, Cas in season 4 and 5 is starting to feel. He is conflicted, he is questioning, he doesn’t have ‘people skills’, he is confused by what he feels, he knows there is a ‘profound bond’ between him and Dean and he is rebelling for Dean, because Dean has a point and Cas feels Dean is right and apocalypse and destruction are wrong, and this human is so human and he never had that connection before. Add the sexual innuendos, the eye fucking and the tension between those two and this is what i call ‘classic destiel’. I do have a strong feeling this is partly Jensen’s and Misha’s fault though haha but I am also convinced that the jokes like ‘Cas, get out of my ass!���/’Blow me Cas’ are purely for ‘comedic purposes’ because haha gay so funny (keep in mind it’s still 2008/2009 and things were so different then BUT we still got Endverse which had not only sexual stuff implied but romantic as well - ‘all we have left, Dean and I, is each other, if Dean says it’s time to go in a blaze of glory, so be it’ (I am writing this from memory so these might not have been exact lines but you know what I am talking about).
And then in season 6 and 7 is where things start to get romantic. ‘I watched you rake leaves’, Dean’s blind faith that no, Cas can’t be working with Crowley behind their backs because come on it’s Cas and the whole 6x20 episode is *chief’s kiss* and then season 7 and Cas dies to make things right and Dean keeps his trenchcoat and moves it from every car they have been using that season to always have it with him because part of me always believed you’d come back. OK, but I was meant to be talking mostly about Cas’ point of view. Which takes me back to 7x23 and I’d rather have you, cursed or not. I think these words had a major impact on Cas. Something just clicked. Because he realized that he could say these exact same words to Dean and they still would be true.
And then we got season 8 which was a major shift and it really moved stuff from ‘sexual tension’ to ‘romantic tension’ and it’s still called ‘season fanfiction’ because I wanted to keep them away from you in purgatory and Cas generally not feeling worthy of anything but I think this is when he started to realize that what he feels is not like ‘brotherly friendship’ but something much deeper but he had his issues (I don’t deserve to be saved from purgatory thing) so he kind of kept it buried. But this was when the Real Love really started. But did he admit it to himself? Well I am not in Cas’ head but something must have been on his mind - Naomi had access too his mind and she immediately recognized that there is a certain Feeling that is dangerous and Cas needs to be fucking lobotomized (I still have shivers thinking about it). Did Naomi knew it was love? Idk, but she felt something was going on - that is why she tried to mess things up between Dean and Cas (I only wish he felt the same way ouch my heart....) and Metatron also recognized it, quicker and better (maybe because he spent much more time on earth and was generally a little more powerful and knowing as the scribe of God) and he immediately used Cas’ grace to banish angels from heaven because Cas was feeling love for a human. But did he, himself recognized it as love? Did he admit it to himself? I still have a feeling that no. I still think that his ‘I don’t know’ after Dean’s ‘What broke the connection?’ was honest.
Now let me fast forward to season 12, because this post is getting too long already and while seasons 9-11 had some good episodes and even good destiel scenes I feel this was the time many people - rightly so - were starting to lose faith in canon destiel, starting with Dean not letting Cas stay in the bunker in season 9 and bros acting like they only call Cas when they need him. I repeat - there were still some good episodes, even great ones. And we were shown Cas worried about Dean and being there for him anytime Dean called, there was so much pining but once again let me raise The Question: did Cas know what he was feeling was love? Or was he still confused, not letting himself believe, not being able to name his own feelings and emotions? And this is merely my opinion but this is also time where many people started to be bitter and negative by how writers treated Cas (and other characters in general but I am not gonna dive into that dumpster now, especially the Cas-having-sex-with-a-reaper thing which was awful, but in retrospect is even more awful because if it was Chuck’s writing this seems like some kind of sick attempt to do a conversion therapy and I want to throw up; plus he thought? he was into his boss at gas’n’sip and he thought she was into him and what even was it if not a. bad writing; b. Cas being confused; c. Cas being confused about this bad writing).
So season 12. First of all 12x12, when Cas thought he is gonna die and the infamous line ‘I love you. I love all of you’ happened. I am 100% sure this is when Cas realized. This must have prompted questions for him. Why did I say what I said? He blurted those words out but why like that? Aaaand after some thinking I think he realized why. He must’ve been like ‘oooops’. But then Jack was about to be born and he had to protect Kelly and then he died.
And then he is in the Empty who says - I know who you love, I know what you fear, there is nothing for you out there. She doesn’t know shit, she just has access to Cas’ mind and apparently those were his thoughts, already at that time, he thought there was nothing for him out there (again, his depression issues) BUT THEN CAS, MY SWEET CAS, THIS BAD ASS MOTHERFUCKER says fuck you Empty in one of his best monologues (before 15x18 I’d say it was his best but here we are) and she yeets him out, because HE decided HE is already saved and he doesn’t need a permission and you can preen and you can scream and yell and remind me of my failings but somehow, I'm awake. And I will stay awake and I will keep you awake until we both go insane. I will fight you. Fight you and fight you for... ever. For eternity.
And then Jack dies and he takes the humiliating deal. And now we’re at 15x18 and he says: ‘I have always wondered.... ever since I took that burden.... What my true happiness can even look like... Because the one thing I want is the one thing I can’t have’. SEE THESE WORDS HERE ARE WHY I CAN’T SLEEP AT NIGHT. BECAUSE THEY IMPLY at least to me THAT:
1. He was aware of his feelings, he knew what he felt was love at the time he took the deal. and after that he was like ‘I guess I am immortal now’ because the one thing I want is the one thing I can’t have so nothing else is going to make him truly happy; this also implies that there is only one thing he truly wants and the rest is just not that important, whatever else happens won’t make him happy which is heartbreaking;
2. He knew what he wanted, so this means that at some point he wondered, he imagined, he took his time to picture the ‘thing’ he wanted. Which is life with Dean. Because he is in love. LIKE HE THOUGHT ABOUT THIS, HE REALLY DID AND HE CONCLUDED THAT THIS IS OUT OF HIS REACH (now people argue if that is because he thinks it’s unrequited or because he thinks that something something hunter life-fighting all the time-no attachments lifestyle won’t allow them to have this sort of life - and frankly, knowing that he learned everything, or almost everything about emotions from Dean, who isn’t really good at them, I am not surprised if he is sure that this feeling is one-sided, because maybe he conquered his fears in the Empty the first time around but taking the deal must have made him anxious and Chuck still calls him self-hating so he probably thinks this is one-sided and he is unworthy of love anyway);
3. He tried to imagine different scenarios that would make him happy but eventually it all came down to That One True Scenario, out of his reach, that couldn’t compare with anything else, and he tells Jack - you know about that deal, it’s ok, I don’t see myself becoming happy anytime soon AND IT HURTSSS
so to conclude and tl;dr - I think Cas realized that what he was feeling was love after 12x12 although he felt it before but might have been confused by it. I do not think he was ~in love~ since 4x01. There was tension and there was pining but no. This feeling evolved, it didn’t *just* happen in the barn.
also i am so sorry this took so long but i have thoughts and feelings and can’t form a coherent sentence since november 5th anyway thanks for asking nonny, ily!!!!
#ask#asks#anon#long post#destiel is endgame#cas is in love#everything is beautiful but it hurts#spn 15x18#spn spec#spn speculation#Anonymous
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BnHA Chapter 286: VESTIGE ANTICS ARE A GO
Previously on BnHA: Deku was all “what’s the record for most consecutive bone breaks within the span of a single minute” and, without waiting for an answer, proceeded to unleash roughly 17 Smashes onto Tomura. Kacchan was all “THAT DOES IT, I’M TAKING THE REINS OF THIS SHITSHOW” and carried Endeavor and Shouto up to where the action was so Endeavor could hit Tomura with a Prominence Burn. AFO was all “Tomura would you rather burn to death or let me take over your body” and Tomura was all “...” and so AFO TOOK OVER and was all “STABBITY STABBITY” and used his Stabbing Quirk to do some Good Old Fashioned STABBIN’. First he stabbed Endeavor, and then he was all “hee and now I’m gonna stab Deku”, but Kacchan was all “SIR THAT’S MY EMOTIONAL SUPPORT RIVAL” and so he rushed on in AND GOT HIMSELF STABBED INSTEAD. And so basically THIS PAST WHOLE WEEK HAS BEEN A RIDE, LET ME TELL YOU.
Today on BnHA: Kacchan is all “sup Deku lemme just downplay how I totally took this fatal blow for you just now” before he dramatically passes out and is caught by Todoroki “BTDUBS I CAN FLY NOW” Shouto, who is also carrying his dad because the kids really are just doing it all, here. AllForRaki Tomura For One is all “HAHA BAKUGOU IS PRETTY DUMB”, at which point Deku just LOSES IT ENTIRELY and ASCENDS INTO A NEW PLANE OF FURY LIKE A LITTLE GREEN RAGE BUDDHA. But then like two seconds later Tomura is all “ANYWAY, SO” and FUCKING TOUCHES DEKU’S FACE, CAUSING THE TWO OF THEM TO ASTROPROJECT INTO THE FREAKY OFA/AFO MINDSCAPE BECAUSE THIS CHAPTER IS BANANAS. Vestige!AFO is all “reports of my demise were greatly exaggerated but aren’t you glad I saved your life though, Tomura”, while Tomura is all “!!” because he’s hopefully starting to get A Clue, and meanwhile Deku just stands there watching all “what the fuck.” The chapter ends with SHIMURA MCFUCKING NANA showing up all, “HI, I HEARD SOME BITCHES WERE TRYING TO HAVE A GIRL POWER ARC, AND THEY DIDN’T INVITE ME.” Go on, Nana. Give ‘em hell.
you guys. I’m not normally one to take pleasure in another human being’s misfortune. BUT THAT SAID, there are exceptions to every rule, and so let’s just say certain events have transpired early this morning which have PUT ME IN A VERY, LET’S JUST SAY, NOT-TERRIBLE MOOD which this chapter will hopefully improve upon!!
oh my god Deku’s one non-fucked-up eye that he still has control over is SO WIDE YOU GUYS
hmm I know I shouldn’t be all (゜▽゜) while the two of them are all (； ▼ Д ▼) (⁰ Д゜;) ... and yet here we are. btw I’m worried tumblr’s formatting will ruin those two emojis which I worked so hard to get just right so I’m gonna repost them on another line here just in case
(； ▼ Д ▼) (⁰ Д゜;) that’s them. Kacchan and Deku. my boys
HERE COMES THE CHEESY “JUST GOT STABBED BETTER PLAY IT OFF ALL COOL!!!” ONE LINER OH MY GOD
(ETA: really love how my son, with what for all he knows could be his dying breaths, decides that the absolute most important thing is to preserve his selfish asshole facade so as not to fuck up his status quo with his rival. “LOOKEE HERE I GOT MYSELF ALL STABBED AND SHIT FOR YOU, BUT I TOTALLY JUST DID IT BECAUSE I WAS TIRED OF YOU GETTING ALL THE COOL HERO MOMENTS” yeah, that’s right! SELFLESS MOTIVATIONS, WHAT ARE THOSE sob.
also tbh I’m glad they didn’t delve any further into their feelings right here and now because this really isn’t the place or time for it sadly. WE WILL JUST PUT THOSE ON HOLD UNTIL AFTER THE ARC ENDS, when they are all recovering from their various wounds and traumas and have time to catch up and have some long-overdue heart-to-hearts. it deserves its own chapter or two or three. maybe time to head back to Ground Beta once they’re healthy? “healthy” perhaps being a relative term given their current condition fjsdjkf.)
by the way it looks from here like only the ones through his torso and shoulder actually hit, so that’s something at least. WE’VE LOST ENOUGH LEGS TODAY. I need to conserve my remaining puns
MEANWHILE TOMURA IS HAVING A CRISIS
ARE YOU MAD AT YOUR EVIL DAD TOMURA. HE JUST WON’T TAKE NO FOR AN ANSWER WILL HE, THAT GUY
anyway so it looks like Kacchan might have caught a break here because AFO/Tomura is pulling the stabby quirk activation tendril things back out! rip, “Kacchan vs. Deku part 3″ theories
p.s. I got ALL CAUGHT UP IN THE DRAMA and thus glossed over the chapter title which is “one among us”! hmmm this is definitely AFO/OFA related, calling it now. ooh lord I am excited
NOW MY SON IS DRAMATICALLY FALLING
THE BLOOD FROM THE MOUTH OOF NOT GOOD AHHHH. DEKU’S FACE AHHHH. HIS BODY JUST WENT TOTALLY LIMP DID HE PASS OUT AHHHH. SOMEONE CATCH HIM!!
BY HIS FOOT, SHOUTO?!
well NOT EXACTLY THE MOST GRACEFUL THING I’VE EVER SEEN, but we’ll allow it because HOLY SHIT BOY. ARE YOU ALREADY CARRYING YOUR DAD ON TOP OF THAT?? HORIKOSHI PLEASE CONFIRM, IS TODOROKI MOTHERFUCKING SHOUTO FUCKING FLYING AROUND UNBALANCED AF ON HIS ONE FLAMEY LEG, CARRYING HIS 500 LB POP AND NOW HIS FLOPPY PASSED OUT BEST FRIEND AS WELL?!? HOLY SHIT TODO?!?!
LADIES AND GENTLEFRIENDS OF THE VILLAIN STANDOM, FEAR NOT, TOMURA’S HAIR IS THE FIRST THING THAT GREW BACK LOL
even before his eyeballs kfldkakjk. which, btw, how does he even know what’s going on right now? “this fight has shed a lot of useless blood” sdkmkjl okay well (1) WHOSE FAULT WAS THAT, AGAIN??, (2) SERIOUSLY THOUGH, HOW DOES HE EVEN KNOW WHAT’S HAPPENING. DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHO YOU STABBED?? ARE YOU EFFECTIVELY BLIND FOR THE NEXT FEW SECONDS HERE, WHAT’S GOING ON, and lastly (3) I seriously can’t tell if this is AFO or Tomura talking right now. or are they going back and forth?? help this is so confusing
HEY
THE DISRESPECT. I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW KACCHAN ANGST IS NEVER USELESS!!
AND NOW HE’S BACK TO THE STABBING JFKJLKJLF I AM NOT TOO HAPPY WITH YOU RIGHT NOW MISTER
okay and now we’re cutting to some quick panels of the unconscious Aizawa, Gran, and Ryuukyuu, along with the “still conscious but in a very real sense might as well not be counted” Manual who is really having a day, that poor guy
anyway but then there’s also some dialogue boxes being all “if you act out of rage your power will respond accordingly, the most important part is to keep your head clear.” which I’m like 90% sure is Deku/OFA related, but honestly NOTHING ABOUT THIS CHAPTER IS CLEAR SO FAR YOU GUYS. except for the Shouto-is-a-badass part anyway
HMM YEP I’M GONNA GO WITH DEKU-RELATED
it must be a callback to some line I’m forgetting. maybe Lariat explaining Blackwhip to him that one time. probably should have been in italics if it was a flashback quote, but hey. anyways the point is Deku is absolutely, 100% following this advice to the letter (/s)
(ETA: yep I’m almost positive this is the same quote from chapter 213. “listen, when you use this power out of anger, it’ll really start working for you. what really matters is controlling your heart.” which is still one of the weirdest pieces of advice in the entire series, but basically I think he was just trying to tell him it’s okay to get mad, so long as it’s calmly mad. like, controlled fury, as opposed to this white-hot berserker nonsense he’s been running on as of late. anyways I do still love me some shounen rage all the same but Lariat has a point.)
...
it took me a minute to realize THOSE WERE DEKU’S EYES. holy --
AND ANOTHER MINUTE TO REALIZE THAT DEKU FUCKING GRABBED THE ACTIVATION TENDRIL WITH HIS BUSTED UP OFA HANDS AND BIT INTO IT WITH HIS RABID OFA JAWS AND SNAPPED THAT SHIT LIKE A FUCKING KITKAT KLJLKSJDLKJFLK WOOOOOOOO I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT’S HAPPENING BUT GODDAMN. POWER MOVE
(ETA: this is a two-page spread omg. I didn’t even realize at first. this scan ABSOLUTELY DOES NOT DO THIS BADASS PAGE ANY KIND OF JUSTICE but I can’t wait to see the real deal on Sunday holy shit.)
LMAO
DEKU RAGED SO HARD HE TURNED INTO AN ANGRY GHOST SONIC THE HEDGEHOG FKLSKG
(ETA: he actually looks a bit like the Vestiges/Kurogiri tbh.)
meanwhile Tomura basically has the exact same face I would have had in his position. yeah for real man. I don’t even know
p.s. WHEN will people learn to STOP INSULTING KACCHAN IN DEKU’S PRESENCE. WHEN, I ASK!!
WHAT IN THE CINNAMON TOAST FUCK
if this was a physical page I was holding I would have FLUNG THAT SHIT AWAY LIKE THERE WAS A SPIDER CRAWLING ON IT. WHAT THE FUCK
HOT DAMN. well uh. so that’s SUPER DISTURBING, what a lovely panel of Tomura’s melted face slowly growing back while his ears lag behind, and meanwhile that little scar that had been growing and growing and which at one point certain people (ME) thought might turn him into a BEAUTIFUL BUTTERLY instead RIPS HIS FACE IN HALF to reveal the KINDER EGG AFO SURPRISE UNDERNEATH AHHHHH TAKE IT BACK
THIS IS WHY YOU DON’T LET MAD SCIENTISTS PERFORM EXPERIMENTS ON YOU, KIDS. PSA. JUST SAY NO
-- NO!!!
HORIKOSHI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
fuck
oh my god. I almost would have rather cut away right after the Kacchan incident than freaking cut away NOW of all times, jesus. THAT’S JUST A BITCH MOVE, IS WHAT THAT IS. if we don’t cut back within the next three pages I SWEAR TO GOD
anyway so GUESS WHAT GIGANTOMACHIA’S DOING YOU GUYS. if you guessed “the exact same thing he was doing last time we saw him” then you are absolutely right, because it was actually PRETTY EASY TO GUESS
anyway but he says he detects “master’s scent”, except that there’s apparently two of them. interesting! one in Tartarus and one in Jakku, right? lol Horikoshi has burned me so many times already with his excruciatingly slow reveal of this that I’m not gonna hold my breath just yet, but I’ll get the hype train warmed up JUST IN CASE
okay so meanwhile in downtown Jakku, the heroes are handing off the civilians over to the police and rescue forces while they prepare to engage with “the villain”, by which I assume they mean Gigantomachia. does this mean Iida and Ochako are gonna fight Machia you guys omg
OOH!!!
“PLEASE INFORM THEM ON FOOT” well I know a certain SPEEDY BOI who would be PERFECT for that job oh my. make haste, Tenyar FastmLeggy
WAIT WHICH WAY ARE THEY HEADING
ARE THEY HEADING TOWARDS MACHIA OR TOWARDS DEKU AND AFO
so rather than answering my VERY PERTINENT question, Ochako is instead spending an entire page thinking about how their complete clusterfuck of a life keeps getting exponentially worse all the time! well but she’s not wrong though
NOW SHE’S ALL “GUYS...!” and, rather than explaining ANYTHING AT ALL, Horikoshi is again cutting back to THIS, OMG AHHHHHHHHHHHHH
(ETA: good thing Kacchan wasn’t awake to see his dramatic “I’ll just get myself impaled for Deku’s sake” plan result in this outcome ALL OF TWENTY SECONDS LATER smdh.)
I ACTUALLY PREFER MY DEKUS NON-CRUMBLED, THANKS. ALSO JUST ON A SIDE NOTE, POOR SHOUTO THOUGH. THE LAST NINETY SECONDS OR SO HAVE BEEN ENOUGH NIGHTMARE FUEL FOR A LIFETIME HAVEN’T THEY
so now he’s all “MIDORIYA!!!” because OF COURSE HE IS. his best friend just got impaled, and his dad too, and now he fully expects to see his other best friend crumble to dust right before his eyes holy shit. T R A U M A ™
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somehow in the excitement of the moment I forgot his actual goal for a sec lol. meaning I instantaneously switched from HORRIFIED to GRINNING LIKE A MANIAC :D :D :D come on OFA time to show him what’s what
AND NOW WE’RE SWITCHING OVER TO EVERYONE’S FAVORITE TRIPPY DREAM LANDSCAPE FOR ADDITIONAL DRAMA, WELL OKAY
I’M ON BOARD WITH THIS, WHATEVER. also it’s becoming increasingly apparent that Deku is in fact nekkid underneath that mystical cloud bs, so let’s hope one of his remaining yet-to-be-unlocked quirks is a pants-conjuring quirk lulz
“this place...” yeah we all fucking know what this place is son, let’s get on with this. by my count we’ve only got four pages left so PLEASE BUDGET THEM WISELY
OH MY
holy shit. I have so many screaming thoughts about this lol but I just want to keep on reading lkjlkjlkjl okay I’ll come back later and edit them in, how’s that
OR MAYBE I’LL JUST RANT ABOUT THEM NOW GODDAMMIT
shit. okay let me just try and sum this up as quick as I can
so just in case it wasn’t already crystal clear, AFO’s soul being roommates with Tomura’s seems to be just about 100% confirmed now. good for you, All For One For All theory!! the “Kacchan loses his quirk” theory died so that you might live on in glory
AFO does seem to have almost fully taken control now. it looks like Tomura’s still fighting back, but AFO clearly has the upper hand now if their body language is any indication. Tomura on his knees with AFO calmly holding him down and ignoring his struggles... not looking too good for him at the moment
people seem to have somewhat lost sight of this in the midst of the great “heroes vs. villains Who Is Right Who Is Wrong What Are Morals” debate of 2020, but just a friendly reminder that AFO is in fact responsible for 100% of all of Tomura’s suffering from pretty much the moment he was born up till this very moment we’re now witnessing!! like, you can go ahead and blame Nana and Gran and The Complacent Apathy Of Hero Society and whatever the fuck else from here till Sunday, but All for One is the reason Kotarou was orphaned. All for One is almost certainly the reason why the seemingly quirkless Tenko suddenly just magically developed THE MOST FUCKED UP QUIRK OF ALL TIME at the worst possible moment. All for One is probably the reason why no one helped Traumatized Baby Tenko in the immediate aftermath (I can and likely will write a separate post about this in the near future). All for One is definitely the reason why no one helped Tenko at any point after that. All for One is the reason why Tenko grew up all fucked in the head (“HERE’S YOUR DEAD FAMILY’S HANDS, MERRY CHRISTMAS”), and the reason why he grew up blaming Heroes and Society rather than the sole person who was actually responsible who was literally standing right in front of him the entire time. and lastly, All for One is the reason why Tomura has now been manipulated into unknowingly sacrificing his own body and possibly even his mind. so THANKS A LOT FOR THAT. more like jerk for one amiright
basically what I’m trying to say is that Deku and Tomura are not actually enemies here, and they never have been. the two of them have a common enemy, and I’m convinced Tomura’s story is about him eventually coming to realize this. and this looks to be the first step towards that, for two reasons. one, because AFO is finally starting to out himself to Tomura as the rat bastard he has always been. and two, because Deku is catching a glimpse of this now for the very first time. up until now he didn’t have a damn clue lol. but this is now something for him to file away in the back of his mind, and perhaps follow up on at a later date, once all of this craziness finally subsides and he has some time to process
anyway, so that’s basically it! tl;dr AFO is the final villain and unless I’m very much mistaken, this scene is going to finally start to set that up. let’s read on!
OMG
NANA?!?
lKDSJFLKSHGLISHDOGIHOLRKL
NOOOOOO I can’t believe it fucking ended there I can’t fucking believe it, fuck everything
smdh. what a place to end it. didn’t confirm a damn thing. not even whose mental landscape all of this is actually taking place in! like, don’t mind me though Horikoshi, it’s not like THE FATE OF THE WORLD HINGES ON THIS QUESTION OR ANYTHING except oh wait it really kind of does. kljkj
but seriously. because if it’s Deku’s mind, it means that Tomura’s attempt to take his quirk wasn’t successful. but if it’s Tomura’s mind, though... well... hhhhhhkhfff
or it could be both, I guess. more of that “AFO and OFA are the same quirk and thus linked” goodness. oh man. anyways stay tuned for next week when Nana presumably helps Deku out with the rest of that black fog and also hopefully finds him some pants. or maybe Nana can just go fight AFO herself. a little payback for everything he’s done to her protege and to her grandson. either way I CAN’T WAIT omg. VESTIGE ANTICS ARE A GO
#bnha 286#midoriya izuku#shigaraki tomura#all for one#bakugou katsuki#todoroki shouto#shimura nana#bnha#boku no hero academia#bnha spoilers#mha spoilers#bnha manga spoilers#makeste reads bnha#never thought we'd be this close to getting to see nana punch afo in the face#please horikoshi I beg of you please let this happen#if this holds up next week pretty much every single lady of bnha will have gotten their chance to shine in this arc#well except for ochako#but things are looking up on that front too!#what a time to be alive
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Can I get something where Newt barges in on Hermann doing some yoga in the most scantily clad yoga gear ever...
ok this is for like 3 people and wholly inspired by the hermann tank top renaissance on side twitter this past week. 18+ under cut!!!
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The good thing about living on what used to a pretty bustling base—Newt considers—is that the average athletic hopeful has their pick of at least three different gyms at any given time. And the good thing about that—Newt further considers, as he half-jogs down to the gym closest to the k-science lab—is that the rangers don’t bother with any gym besides the one directly off of their quarters, because it’s got the sparring mats and the nice equipment and all that shit. Look, Newt’s not exactly the most ripped guy in the world. Or even really very fit. When he feels the rare urge to hit the gym, he doesn’t want to be struggling over some push-ups while rangers with muscles as big as his head lift 300 pound barbells and bust open punching bags or whatever. It’s...degrading.
Lately Newt’s been hitting the gym more frequently than usual, on account of a something that passed between him and Hermann at lunch in the mess a few weeks back. Hermann had caught eye contact with one of the muscled rangers across the room, looked down at his little bowl of soup, and said—calmly—“He’s quite handsome, isn’t he?”
Anyway, that’s why Newt has to get all buff now.
It’s disappointing to see that the gym lights are on, but maybe no one will take any notice of Newt if he sticks to a deserted, badly-lit corner or something. He’s so set on creeping inside undetected that he doesn’t even realize who it is that’s beaten him there that morning, until he hears a small, surprised “Newton?”
Newt looks up sharply. Hermann is on a yoga mat in the middle of the gym floor, his left leg stretched out far to the side, and bent halfway over to touching one socked foot. But that’s not what stops Newt dead in his tracks and sends a fiery jolt of arousal rocketing straight down to his stomach, and it’s not even the little grunting noises Hermann’s making as he goes: that’d be Hermann’s outfit. He’s forgone his usually twenty wrinkled old layers for a pair of baggy grey yoga pants and the absolute thinnest white tank top of all time, a tank top which shows off shapely, toned arms, a thin layer of sweat over each, and collarbones, and clings to a shapely set of pecs, which has ridden up just enough to show off a patch of pale stomach, with a small trail of light-colored hair leading down, and... “Newton!” Hermann repeats, shooting up in alarm.
“Wha?” Newt says, and then he trips over a weight bench.
It’s one of their more uncomfortable trips to medical.
"Don’t tip your head back,” Hermann says.
“Thanks,” Newt says, except Hermann’s handkerchief is pinched to his nose, so it sounds a great deal more nasal. “I know, dude. Not my first rodeo.” He’s gotten his ass kicked for mouthing off in bars to jackasses more times than he cares to admit. He pulls away the handkerchief and scowls at the blooming scarlet stain, as if doing so might stop the source of it. It doesn’t; another splotch of blood lands on his hand, and he quickly shoves the handkerchief back into place. “Unbelievable. I’m gonna look so fuckin’ gnarly tomorrow.”
“Well, I suppose it’s an lucky thing you haven’t broken it,” Hermann says. “Or anything else, for that matter. How on Earth did you manage to do that, anyway?”
“I was thinking about,” Newt casts about for a suitable lie, “...kaiju. You know me. Haha.”
Newt had landed pretty flat on his face. The way Hermann had sprung into action would be admirable, really, and Newt would feel grateful enough to treat Hermann to takeout coffee for at least a week, if the act that necessitated fast action hadn’t been so completely and utterly mortifying. Hermann is still in his little yoga pants and tank top; he didn’t even remember to grab his shoes from the gym before he escorted Newt out. The knotted drawstring of the yoga pants is hanging well down his thighs. Skinny motherfucker. Since when has Hermann had pecs? “Aren’t you cold?” Newt blurts out.
“Cold?” Hermann says.
With a great deal of difficulty, Newt forces his eyes up from the swinging drawstring of Hermann’s yoga pants to his torso. His half-bare torso. With his shapely arms, and his shapely pecs, and his elegant collarbones. If Newt squints hard enough, he could probably see Hermann’s nipples through the white fabric. Especially now—the Shatterdome really is always so cold, with the A/C blasting, and Hermann is usually so sensitive to it... Oh, God, someone help Newt. “Because you’re in,” he says, and then swallows a few times, “th—that. Tank top.”
Hermann looks down at himself, like he’s forgotten what he’s wearing—like it’s inconsequential what he’s wearing—and hums. “I hadn’t really noticed—I was a bit overheated, I suppose, from my exercises.”
“Your exercises,” Newt says.
“Yes, my stretches,” Hermann says. “They do wonders for keeping my leg limber.”
Limber; Hermann is limber. Hermann, in his little yoga pants and tank top, grunting away while he stretches out, is limber. “I didn’t know,” Newt says. He’s started to feel a bit light-headed again, and hopes Hermann doesn’t notice the funny way he’s walking. He’ll be grateful when they get back to the lab and he can sit down a little, or maybe run back to his bunk and take care of his...problem.
They walk under one of the larger A/C vents; Hermann gives a little shiver. Newt forces his eyes all the way down to Hermann’s socked feet to avoid catching sight of any potential physiological responses in Hermann’s pectoral region. “Maybe you should put on a sweater,” Newt says, helpfully. He watches Hermann’s cane move up and down with each step. He’s never seen Hermann not wearing a sweater before. Not even at Shatterdome parties. Up until today, Newt would’ve thought that Hermann wore sweaters to the beach, some sort of special waterproof wool. Maybe he wears tank tops to the beach.
Hermann says something.
“Uh-huh,” Newt says. He thinks about the small beads of sweat that had been dotting Hermann’s exposed collarbones.
“Were you listening?” Hermann says.
Newt looks up. “No,” he says.
“I said we ought to go to the gym together, in the mornings,” Hermann says. He gives Newt one of his rare, blinding smiles, his funny mouth going lopsided. “It’s too bloody quiet in there. I’d appreciate even your company.”
Unlimited access to Hermann’s bare arms, his bare shoulders, his collarbones. Grunting. Stretching every which way. It sounds like a fucking nightmare, or maybe a hellish wet dream. Besides—Newt doesn’t go to the gym. Not like Hermann. Apparently. “Sounds cool,” Newt says.
Hermann looks pleased. Stupid, stupid Newt.
He jerks off furiously in the empty communal showers that night, thinking—extensively—about what it would be like if he was jerking off on Hermann’s stupid tank top instead.
They make plans to meet at the gym the next morning at six, with a trip to the mess hall for breakfast at seven after. Hermann, it turns out, has an extensive workout routine, but not quite an extensive workout wardrobe, and so—as Newt attempts a few puny sit-ups in his oldest pair of MIT sweatpants—he’s treated to another view of Hermann’s weirdly gorgeous arms straining and sweating in that stupid tank-top. He watches Hermann stretch and bend each leg and lift some of the smaller weights for ten minutes before he realizes that he hasn’t actually moved a single inch since sit-up number three. Hopefully Hermann hasn’t noticed. “You’re not tired out, are you?” Hermann says, having apparently noticed. He groans as he arches his back. He has a small birthmark on his left shoulder. “I don’t mind finishing a bit—”
“No!” Newt says. “Not tired. Just, uh—” Hermann shuts his eyes and groans again, a little louder. “Just—” Hermann’s tank top has ridden up, giving Newt a glimpse of that little dusting of hair, the elegant vee of his hips... Newt bites his lip to keep himself from saying something stupid. “I. Uh.”
Hermann, bent half-over, looks up at Newt through his pretty dark eyelashes. Newt cracks.
“Holy shit, dude,” he whines.
Hermann straightens up languidly. “Mm?”
He doesn’t even look surprised when Newt reaches out a fumbling hand towards his knee, nor when—a moment later—Newt surges forward to kiss him clumsily. Hermann’s mouth merely curves up in a smirk against his, and he fists the back of Newt’s ratty old t-shirt to draw their bodies tighter. “I’ve been wondering when you would do that,” he says, and his voice hitches up in a small gasp when Newt presses his kisses onward across his jaw. “You’re the least subtle man I know.”
“Don’t even care,” Newt mumbles. He nips some of the soft skin at Hermann’s throat and lifts his hands up to squeeze his biceps. They’re nice and sturdy under his fingers. Is this moving into new territory with Hermann way too fast? Maybe. Sort of. They’ve made out a few times at parties before, and once Newt gave him a discreet (fully-clothed) handjob in a kinda nasty alleyway outside a bar on his birthday, but nothing, like, serious. Though it’s not like this is serious. Lab partner stuff. “Holy shit, dude, I didn’t know you were so strong.”
“Strong?” Hermann snorts. He goes easily when Newt urges him onto his back against his dumb little yoga mat; his pupils are wide and dark, and a pink flush has started creeping down his neck. He drapes his arms over Newt’s shoulders. “I didn’t know you cared about those sorts of things.”
“I don’t,” Newt says. “I didn’t.” He tracks more kisses down the dips of Hermann’s collarbones, following that blush. “I guess it’s just you?”
He doesn’t wait for an invitation before rucking up Hermann’s tank top. He hasn’t got a six-pack, or anything like that, but Newt doesn’t really care, because Hermann’s pecs rock even more when they’re bare. He squeezes at one just to see Hermann make a face, and—laughing—ducks down to graze his teeth across the left one, taking care to catch at his nipple. Hermann hisses sharply and grabs at his hair. He looks a little silly with his top bunched under his armpits, but it’s kind of cute too. Newt trails his tongue across Hermann’s sternum and tries his luck at the other side, too, and is pleased when Hermann gives a full-body shudder after each. “Ah, Newton,” he moans. “I’m—sensitive—there.”
Newt kisses over the spot instead as way of apology. Then he starts to trail his kisses lower, down Hermann’s slightly concave abdomen, where the skin is luminously pale. Newt amends his earlier assumption that Hermann wears tank tops to the beach; he’s not sure if Hermann has ever even stepped foot on a beach. “Newton,” Hermann moans again. He gives Newt’s hair a little tug when Newt takes the drawstring of his yoga pants between his teeth. If he goes down on Hermann good enough, maybe Hermann will let him test out last night’s fantasy... “Mm. Be quick about it. We haven’t got all—”
The door to the gym swings open; two rangers, chatting away happily, step inside, and stop in their tracks when they catch sight of Newt and Hermann. Newt flings himself off of Hermann, but it’s too little too late. It’s pretty obvious what Newt and Hermann had been doing. “Oops!” one of the rangers says, turning their back to them. Their friend turns away, too, and laughs awkwardly. “Sorry, Dr. Geiszler, Dr. Gottlieb. We didn’t realize this was—uh. Occupied.”
Hermann yanks down his tank top.
“No worries,” Newt squeaks. “We’re. Uh. Just about done.”
The door clicks back shut; Newt hears laughter. Hermann is covering his face. “Hand me my bloody sweater,” he says. “We’ll finish this later.”
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Whole Lotta Hoes| Crack Fanfic Mini Series
Episode One: Zeppelin Is No More
Episode Two: Looking For A Job
Episode Three: Gettin The Cash
Episode Four:
Episode Five:
Warning:
This will cause you to lose a couple of brain cells and fall into a long state of confusion for a very long time. It'll also include weird shit and things that don't make sense at all. Read at your own risk.
Cast:
john paul jones (main character)
jimmy page
john bonham
robert plant
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It was a dark rainy night. The pub was filling up with a bunch of horny mother fuckers. jonesy and the dumbass robert stood behind the curtains waiting to be called in to perform.
"ah man! this is going to be splendid!" robert said as he jumped in excitement. jonesy pushed him and he died. he fixed his high heels to make sure he doesn't break his ankles this time haha. mf jonesy made his way to the pole and placed a hand on it.
"WAIT-" robert yelled as he ran to him. he didn't see where he was going so he bumped into jonesy and made him fall into the crowd.
"I am the one and only, robert plant. I AM THE BITCH-" he shouted as he began to spin on the pole. jonesy could not believe his eyes. that mf plant took the spotlight from him. everyone started cheering for him and throwing him dollar bills.
"YOU BLOODY WANKER!!" jonesy yelled only to get drowned by the crowd. robert then climbed on the pole and began to do some sexy and hot moves against the pole. Heck he even licked it.
"TAKE YOUR PANTS OFF!!" someone yelled as they threw cash at robert. robert looked at the person and stopped dancing.
"what the fuck? i didn't come here to strip you whore!" he kicked the person with his heel and stormed off. jonesy pushed threw the crowd and managed to get to the front.
"jesus christ percy!! get your asshole back here!" he yelled. john climbed onto the stage and sprinted to the back. once he was back there, he spotted robert crying in front of some vanity. jonesy stood behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"oh jonesy!" robert cried. "i can't do this! i don't want to strip for hungry motherfuckers! its so nasty! i rather strip for my precious jim jam!" he added as he wiped his tears with a tissue. jonesy rubbed his back to comfort him. he truly felt awful about it. how are they going to get the cash now if robert anthony plant doesn't want to do his job right. also since led zeppelin is dead once and for all. jonesy got an idea.
"hey! i know what you can do!" he said in excitement. robert looked at him and OMG JONESY YOU CUTE MF AWWW! "you can be a hooker!" he suggested. robert turned away from jonesy and looked at himself in the mirror. he totally could. hes hot and charming in some way. anyone would want to get a piece of that. robert stood from his seat and AHHHH BIG HOE. he looked at jonesy and gave him a big ol hug.
"JONESY! YOU ARE A GENIUS!!" he shouted. jonesy lost the ability to breathe so he died. robert dropped him and said his farewells.
"well jonesy, it was nice working with ya, glad jaime brought you in," he said as he sat john on a chair.
"wait where in bloody hell are you going?" he asked. robert looked at him confused.
"bitch, me and pagey are going to start a new group called page plant penis," he responded. of course. of course they would. these mfs are too invested in themselves that they would overthrow john paul jones in the bathroom of wendys. that infuriated him. he reached into his trousers and took out his laser penis.
"woah hey! im not trying to get laid by a-"
PEW PEW PEW PEW
robert stood there in complete shock.
"did you- did you just attempt to murder my sexy ass!?" he yelled in anger. jonesy began to regret even doing that. a bright light was building up from robert that almost blinded john. robert is indeed a golden god. he floated off of the ground and gained powers to end jonesy once and for all. john had to act fast. he can't die like this. it would be such an embarrassing thing to end up in the media.
"HOLD IT!" jonesy yelled. robert placed his attention to him and waited for jonesy to speak.
"is this how we are going to end it? is this what we really want?" he said softly. robert's angry expression grew softer. was he really going to kill his bandmate? his best friend? he slowly got to the ground and stood in front of john.
"my god jonesy...." he began, "you're right... what am i doing? im such a monster," he added as tears ran down his face. jonesy slowly walked up to him and stuck his hand out with a smile on his face.
"c'mon buddy, let's go back to what we were doing," he added. robert looked at johns hand with a skeptical look.
"nah bitch! me, jimby and bonzo are going to do a led zeppelin reunion!" robert explained.
"a wha-"
"yeah! a motherfucking led zeppelin reunion!! can you believe it jonesy!? led zeppelin has become even bigger than we thought! bigger than those bloody rolling stones and ziggy stardust spider fuckers!" he rambled.
at that very moment, john paul jones knew he has been betrayed by his own band. he felt like destroying everything that came in front of him. percy for example is in front of him. anger and rage built up in his system. he could not believe that his own band would turn against him. who tf did they think they were? without any hesitation, john gripped onto roberts neck, silently choking him and ending robert plant for realzies this time. he went unconscious and dropped to the floor. jonesy placed a tarp to cover roberts body and headed through the exit. he was going to find james patrick page and john henry bonham to end it once and for all.
or will he?
#led zeppelin#robert plant#jimmy page#john paul jones#john bonham#led zeppelin fanfic#fanfic#crack fanfic#fanfiction#cursed post#cursed content
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ℂ𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕒 𝔾𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕖 | 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔼𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕎𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤 | ℙ𝕥 𝟙
so I don’t know what priorities are and what finishing one story at a time means
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"In every generation, there is one witch who embodies countless powers. She is the Supreme. Tomorrow morning, at sunrise, you will begin the test of The Seven Wonders.
This test has been known to kill. You complete it, or you die trying. Since Fiona has not only failed to identify her successor, but also attempted to kill them, we are doing something we've never done in the entire history of this Coven. We are going to give all five of you the chance to prove yourselves. So please, my girls. Put aside your fears, your reservations, let go of any petty things.
And kick ass tomorrow."
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"Holy fuck this is actually happening." you mumbled, and Misty nodded next to you. Currently, the five of you were standing, in a line, across the length of a table, a candlestick placed in front of each of you. Myrtle and Cordelia were at the head of the table, Kyle holding a matchbox, ready to light them. "Now normally we'd conduct it from easiest to hardest, but since we're going off the book, let's start with my personal favorite; Telekinesis." Once Myrtle finished her sentence, she nodded to Kyle, who struck the match and slowly lit all five candles, one by one, then blew the match out. Before anything else could be said, Misty piped up next to you with "What if I can;t do it?", her southern accent shining through the higher strung her nerves got.
"Then you're not the Supreme." Cordelia said, facing straight ahead. Being blind, she had no reason to face the girl. You swallowed, and Myrtle said "Well, Misty, you first." With a deep breath, the swamp witch nodded once and focused on the candlestick in front of her. You heard Cordelia mumble "Intention." as you all waited. For long seconds she stared, before leaning down onto her forearms on the table, her eyes narrowing slightly before sticking out her hand. And, after a moment more, the thing slid, though a but slowly, into her outstretched hand. She blew it out and let out a laugh, exclaiming "I did it! Haha, I did it!" You grinned, patting her on the shoulder and saying "Great job, Mist." This grabbed Myrtle's attention, so she pointed to you next, saying "Y/n, you next."
You nodded, cracking your neck as you stuck your hand out. This was easy for you, so you simply stuck your hand out, focused, and only a second passed before it flew into your hand, speeding towards you. You raised it high and blew a sharp breath out, extinguishing the flame. "Haha! Beat that, motherfuckers." You noticed Cordelia's small smirk at your words, and smiled too. Anytime you got her attention was a win for you. Not that you didn't get it often, the two of you were close, closer than you were any of the other witches in the Coven, so you had her attention relatively often. But when it was focused on you even in a room full of other girls, it felt extra special.
Queenie went next, and just like you, it only took a moment for the candlestick to screech to a halt in her palm, and the girl blew it out, mumbling "Yep," popping the p. You smiled, cheering quietly for your friend. She smiled at you for a second before looking to Madison, who had remarked "Whatever that means." to Myrtle's "Madison. Obviously this is your bailiwick." You had to admit you had no fucking idea what that meant either, but you refrained from snorting. Madison smirked when the candle slid towards her without even a moment's hesitation, blowing it out with a smug look on her face, pointed towards Misty and you. Misty, being the sweet girl she is, smiled back. But you scowled back, sticking your tongue out at her. The two of you...got along. Well enough.
Finally, it was Zoe's turn, and unsurprisingly it didn't take long for hers to follow suit. You saw her and Kyle look at each, smiling, and your features softened. The two were so in love. You felt that way, about someone. Not that they knew, of course, nor would they anytime soon hopefully. You didn't have the willpower to think about it any longer, so you looked back to Myrtle and Cordelia, who both had satisfied looks on their faces after Myrtle told Cordelia what had happened. Blindness, man; it's rough. Cordelia was the first to speak out loud then. "Wonderfully done, girls! But this is only the first test. There are still six more to complete, and with each one they will get more challenging. I remind you to be mindful of what you are doing. Do not show off needlessly as it will get you hurt. Or worse."
You threw a pointed look towards Madison and cleared your throat, coughing a "Madison" under your breath, which got you a glare. "Now now, I'm not naming names." Cordelia mock scolded you, although you could see the tiny smile on her face, which brought another of your own on. "Let's move on to the next test. Concilium."
#cordelia goode#cordelia goode x reader#american horror story#ahs#american horror story: coven#ahs coven#sarah paulson#sarah paulson x reader#fanfiction#romance#x reader#fem!reader#the eight wonders
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1/? simply because you have the most galaxy brain thoughts ever,,, what do you think would've happened if they waited until s5 to reveal sergio and andrés were (half)brothers?
i do know that when my fam started watching lcdp at first i was so put off. like i watched ep 1 and the prof creeped me out. ""berlin"" creeped me out. e v e r y o n e creeped me out. and i was cringing so hard becz of the short lived romance angle with alison parker. i literally did not watch s1 at all xcept for like sneak peeks. highlights being the scene where berlin discovers monica is alive and does his dramatic door by door thing? that was so SUSPENSEFUL even tho i had no idea what was going on. DOMINGO DE RESURECCION remains forever iconic.
2/? And OF COURSE the group bella ciao dance when they hit earth (hahah i thought the banda were actually like a "found family where they all love each other LOL") i am a SUCKER for found family. but anyhoo when i properly got intrigued was s2 when tokyo was kicked out (the music from that scene is still my favourite) it's just so dramatic..!! why am i telling u all this again? right, i haven't slept a wink and it's nearly 7 am pls forgive me if these rambles make no sense. i have a point with this.. i'm going somewhere
RIGHT. so when the fam actually rewound the ep cz i wanted to know WHY berlin did that (didn't fully realise how batsht crazy he can be), the russian roulette scene played. and pedro's acting. MAN. and like just that ep they made a point of showing us these flashbacks where sergio and andrés hug....
Hi anon! Thanks for stopping by- sorry took me a while to get back to you, will do my best to answer this string of messages (got all 4 parts)! Glad you like my thoughts XD
Firstly, I believe Andres/Sergio would be the biggest LCDP ship if the writers were evil enough to wait until s5 to reveal that they’re brothers asdfasdf. They’re already the two most popular male characters anyway.
It’d be especially crazy because it’s not like they tell the actors these things beforehand either. So that means there’d probably be a Serdres vs Berlermo vs Serquel fight every 5 minutes. I mean, even if not everyone agrees on everything in the lcdp fandom, it’s the most “peaceful” one I’ve ever been in because no character really gets in the way of any other ship (like even with helermo and berlermo there’s no true conflict since Andres is dead). But with Serdres in the mix?? CATASTROPHE. Everyone out here writing essays about how much of a bastard/bitch/homewrecker/motherfucker that Andres or Sergio or Martin or Raquel is. Never a moment’s peace!! so basically, a regular fandom lmao.
Then when we find out they’re brothers, it goes from catastrophe to Apocalypse. Suddenly serquel and berlermo have the upper hand. Everyone would double down and harass the crew/cast into whatever’s going on. Plot-wise, everything is the same though, just without Andres calling Sergio “hermanito.” Fandom however, would be a minefield! And I’m glad that’s not the case because I’d probably be an unfortunate serdres shippers XD No joke, my mother and I thought they were a couple in S1. So bullet dodged!
Secondly: haha, everyone creeped me out in S1 too, especially Berlin, I hated him, but thinking back, I think I mostly hated the fact that I didn’t hate him as much as I should have. I’ve made peace with it now but oh boy, was he a controversial figure in my head. I actually like the professor on sight though! IDK why, maybe because I thought his plans were cool or because of Alvaro’s delivery. I was afraid of an Alison Parker romance thing too- like, I do feel like she had a storyline that got dropped, but that part was quite cringey and overall unnecessary to the plot. Same with Ariadna, which was even cringier and even Less necessary to the plot.
Domingo de resurrecion was iconic though yes! And even with all that said, I genuinely enjoyed parts 1 and 2 because it was so different from anything else I’d seen. Not content wise, but maybe tonally? IDK, they were just really bold with a lot of things, like being objectively unafraid of having the protagonists (plural because all of them did LMAO) do objectively shitty things. Really kept me in suspense from beginning to end!
I’m usually a big fan of found families too! The funny thing is, then banda never struck me as a “family” until season 3. In 1 and 2, I was wondering what felt different about this show; then it hit me that these people remained colleagues to the end. Like, they backstabbed each other (repeatedly) and everyone was quite selfish, and only the bonds that were already there stuck. They were the opposite of a found family LOL But I think by S3, they went down the found family route and I didn’t mind because it makes quite a lot of sense for them to feel that bond after the Mint heist and almost dying/living together (and having witnessed 3 deaths together on the team). But I still doubt Berlin and Palermo were ever really part of this found family, with good reason XD
LOL the scene where Tokyo got kicked out is also among my favorites!! It was so funny and dramatic, and it was like, wow we can go anywhere with this now! Don’t worry- your rambles and thoughts are always welcome :D
I’m rolling over how you watched the Tokyo expulsion scene before the Russian Roulette scene haha. Also yes, PEDRO. Berlin may have been “controversial” to me at first, but I became Pedro’s fan from day one! Also the Hug is probably what made me like Berlin (despite my determination to hate him rip) in the first place.
3/? ... and like now that i think about it... tokyo had real guts huh. like she KNEW berlin was close enough to el prof to know his name (fhshshs imagine if she'd heard andrés saying 'hermanito' it's unrealistic that she didn't TBH. i mean obviously they decided to make them brothers only towards the end but like in canon universe. how tf did andrés de 'i raised my bby brother since he was 12 and i'd actually die for him and his stupidly brilliant plans' fonollosa go 5 months without slipping up once and calling sergio hermanito. or like,,, i like to imagine sergio kinda gave him lots of leeway(?) sergio's a lil oblivious too but like i'm sure half of it is.. that's my dumbass older bro shut up i'm not being partial you all have city names .. andr-berlin, pass the salt. like OOF. + sergio also knew his big bro was dYiNG so like. i'm sure they were sneaking in some quality time (i hope they did 😭 gosh imagine if sergio really did not ever consider the possibility of andrés dying in the heist so he'd tell himself he needs to perfect the plan now & anyway he'll have enough time to spend w/ his brother post heist in philippines. and then ... that happened :/
Tokyo has guts in place of braincells you bet that she’d do something like this, consequences be damned XD I also think it’s unrealistic for Andres not to slip up, but I have a feeling nobody besides Tokyo really tried to spy on them in private. I headcanon that Andres instead slips up and does things like ruffle Sergio’s hair or adjust his tie when other people are around. I also think Tokyo was convinced that they were a gay couple when she saw them hug XD And if Sergio never went on to tell the banda that Berlin was his brother, everyone would be giving Palermo such awkward looks after Nairobi accused him of being in love with Berlin LMAO.
I agree! I also imagine Sergio giving Andres leeway because he’s just so used to interacting with his brother that way haha. So either he’d go out of his way to ignore Berlin in front of everyone else or IDK, borderline telepathically communicate with him. Not even “pass the salt” has to leave his mouth- Berlin just puts salt into his food and cuts it up for him, in front of everyone who’s just staring like O.O
I actually do think Sergio never considered the possibility of Andres dying in the heist because he was just that confident in his own plan. Plus, Andres was probably the one person he expected to survive. And a lot of it has to do with Sergio’s attachment to him + Andres’ own habit of downplaying any illness/injury over the years, which I think is safe to believe canon. He was really in no condition to be in the heist, let alone lead it. Just the fact that he needs to take those injections is a big sign that he shouldn’t be there, but Sergio didn’t catch it because he’s human and blinded by faith :’) So yeah, I think Sergio was planning to spend proper time with Andres in Palawan and at Toledo, they just settled for those little moments by the fireplace.
4/? what always also just GETS me in the feels is that el prof was shown to be this in control creepily calm dude who is miles ahead of everyone. + in the 1st Toledo class itself we see how detached,, like how impersonal he is, how professional - choosing frickin CITY NAMES?! no 'personal relationships' ? (after recruiting his older brother, a father son pair, and war cousins... oh sergio 😂 he's such a frickin nerd and i love him) but like the earlier seasons really emphasised how robotic and down right COLD he can be. it still sometimes bothers me that he put the button in the car. he lead the police to his own damn brother, his blood, who took care of him and adopted him and was terminally ill and like - UGH i try to rationalise that sergio is that cold and unbothered. or that he has strict morals. but it still bothers me becz that button really sort of tipped andres' already unstable sanity. like andrés tells denver someth like you've robbed my future and after that he just seems so much more suicidal and accepting that he can't get out of the mint alive - WHY SERGIO WHY. I KNOW THAT AT THAT POINT YOU BASICALLY DIDN'T KNOW ANDRÉS WAS GOING TO BE YOUR BROTHER YET BECZ IT WASN'T WRITTEN IN THE SCRIPT BUT WHYYYYY
That’s so funny to me too LMAO No personal relationships, then he recruits these guys. Sergio, hello?? Also can’t forget how he just recruited his own girfrleind in the second heist too. Buddy! Love this nerd.
I don’t think that cold aspect of Sergio went away in later seasons either; he just had more opportunity to show a more open side of himself + without Andres, he had to metaphorically leave his comfort zone without a safety net. But in earlier seasons, he really did seem heartless at times XD Then again, we can argue that the same goes for Andres.
To be fair, I didn’t feel sorry for Andres over the button thing lol, but once the brothers reveal happened and all of Alvaro/Pedro’s headcanons came out and we know everything Andres did for Sergio, it makes what Sergio did REALLY harsh. We really just have to explain it through Sergio’s strict morals and him believing this to be the best non-fatal punishment for Andres, who at that point had convinced him he killed a hostage. And because he knew the television interview was coming up, maybe Sergio assumed Andres would use it to “clear” his name anyway. And empathy isn’t one of Sergio’s strong suits either, so through that lens, I can rationalize it.
Also it was lowkey funny to me how Andres was there like DENVER MUST DIE until he found out Sergio put the button there, then he was like “oh hermanito, you and your practical jokes <3″
Still, like you said, Andres and Sergio weren’t brothers yet at this point. They were probably supposed to be lovers lmao and had a dysfunctional Hannibal Lecter x Will thing going on. But because they made #hermanos canon, that button moment just feels very out of place now, especially given how much the two genuinely love each other.
Guess we could also say that Sergio’s just generally kinda bratty with Andres XD Like, he knows no matter what, Andres would forgive him anything. That’s how I see it anyway!
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So I remember you wrote about a sibling au with Sora, Roxas, Ventus, and Vanitas. Now i wonder how each one would react to horror games? (I.E. Amnesia, Slender-Man, Fnaf)
I love sibling headcanons so hell yeah lets go
Sora :
All four are scaredy cats and will flip their shit when it comes to horror games, but they show it differently. Sora is the type of guy who will just yell at every jumpscare and then laugh and holler - or just cackle nervously all the time as he braces himself for the next scare. Like, if he were a youtuber now, people would just complain about Sora’s reactions being fake and “too over the top”. But the guy is JUST that loud and expressive.
His brothers LOVE playing horror games with him because it’s the funniest shit but ALSO because his cheerful nature calms them down. Since he’s not very interested in horror games, he's the perfect victim - Vanitas and Roxas have made Sora play shit like Can Your Pet (not really horror but just as traumatizing) and Doki Doki Literature Club all blind.
Sora doesn’t really mind and thinks the plot twists and jumpscares are actually really funny ! As in, getting super scared is hella funny in the end. It’s kind of like going on a rollercoaster ! Out of all 4, Sora is the only one who’ll have no trouble going to sleep after playing horror games. The others might crawl and sneak into his room if they’re too afraid to sleep alone lmao.
Vanitas :
Bastard will brag about knowing the scariest most horrifying obscure indie horror games, tease others for not playing them “properly” (all alone, in the dead of the night, full volume and headphones on) and tHEN REFUSE TO PLAY THEM WITHOUT HIS BROTHERS. Vanitas will legit just go “it’s not like i’m scared, I just want to see them suffer” and expect anyone to believe him. Like okay, boy. We see you.
Definitely the type of guy who’ll act all cocky, alpha and macho during the first 20 minutes, poking fun at Ventus for hiding behind a pillow and then go dead silent the second shit starts to get real. This is the only time you’ll see Vanitas shut the fuck up, because he’s too busy chewing his nails to the bone. The second he starts getting nervous, he’ll pass the controller onto someone else and sit back, pretend he’s not scared and all of that.
But Vanitas isn’t the type to scream, instead he just curses and drops the longest and funniest fucking rants about the game they’re all playing. Sometimes, Roxas and Sora will straight up fucking choke because they just can’t take it seriously with Vanitas yelling about “Slenderman’s skinny white boy forest dwelling crayon loving bitch ass needing some art classes from Namine asap”.
Ventus :
Ventus hates horror games and he hates being roped into playing them even more. But Vanitas always gets to him with that lowkey competitive rivalry they got going on and ah shit here we go again, motherfucking animatronics. Why is this a thing. Why are there so many games of these funky metal animals ? ? ? ?
His first instinct while playing is to either hide or just. Straight up leave the room. And then probably regret leaving the room because holy shit it’s so dark in the hallway, who the fuck turned off all the lights oh my god Sora where are you. When he gets scared, he’s the type of person who physically CANNOT scream, like his voice just dies in his throat and he can only make weird noises and hold on to dear life.
Ventus has a DEADLY fucking grip, once he clings onto someone, he doesn’t let go of them until the game is over. And he’s the most likely to cry too, but usually his brothers have the decency to shut the game and calm the fuck down together before Ventus gets even more upset.
Roxas :
Roxas has a love-hate relationship with horror games, because he’s REALLY into the dark and eerie atmosphere and ambience they have. Specially the stories they come up with, but he thinks most of horror games these days have become too repetitive and boring (but he’ll still fall for every single fucking one of them). But yeah the guy is down to play anything, really.
Ngl, he has the worst backseat gaming habit so his brothers just make him play to avoid all of that unnecessary commentary. And Roxas is pretty good at keeping his cool, even if he’s kinda sorta dying inside. He won’t make a single peep while playing but he’ll be super jumpy and jittery the next few days - like, he might just punch Sora for sneaking up on him or scream when he accidentally bumps into Ventus.
But once he’s calmed down, he enjoys analyzing the game with anyone who’s willing to listen. Surprisingly, he and Vanitas like to talk and discuss all the shit they play together and then shit on the “stupid obvious jumpscares haha totally didn’t get us that time right bro”.
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locke kids masterlist
4 that one ask game and potentially future ask games too who knows 😳. these r all gijinkas of pkmn from my platinum nuzlocke
current team
pumpkin (quagsire) - he/him. my starter. gentle farmer boy. no parent. good cook. has seen some shit.
ebony (murkrow) - she/her. sick ass trans pirate bro!!! the team leader i think? nearly her whole crew died in a big storm once that was not poggers :(
willow (crobat) - she/her. Emo™. will buy you smoothies. can rip holes in the fabric of space so that's cool. jax's older sister (jax is @/prizmpaws 's starter its a 3 way soul link).
hermos (forretress) - he/it. an author. used to not be able to feel One Specific Emotion before it met its soulmates but tbh i haven't figured out what that specific emotion is yet. update 3/27/21 its joy lol. confused about bug spray. kinda sad cause it knows it's never gonna have another "happiest moment of its life".
artemis (ampharos) - she/they. LOVES U. gifts n physical touch are her love languages if u hold her hand she will MELT. (no im not projecting what do u mean.) one of the weed smoking girlfriends.
kayin (togekiss) - he/they/wish. newest member of the team. has a journal they can use to communicate w/ their soulmates. probably does the 👉👈 thing a lot. soft.... wants to make sure everyone's safe!!! kind of timid. very finicky. loves u <3
the living
avian (beedrill) - he/they. will hop over your fence to steal shit from your garden. met his soulmates this way (he just really wanted some radishes man!!).
rowan (wartortle) - she/her. like 7 years old. adopted off the side of the road. a contest kid! made it big really early in cute contests. loves decorating her hair with ribbons and stuff. can commune with the dead.
charlie (entei) - they/them. volcano god. tall as fuck (like 6'11"). living space heater. the only thing stopping a jock and a horse girl from murdering each other. main hobby: crimes.
victoria (primeape) - she/her. a baker! the mom friend but like, a super aggressive mom friend. will beat the shit out of whoever's bothering you. and also will make you yummy bread with her soulmates if youre feeling sad :)
finn (minun) - he/him. Babey. but not as babey as rowan he's like 12. kind of shy 👉👈. pls compliment him he's starving for attention.
yvette (sentret) - she/they. bartender and barista. she and her soulmates are like the ultimate meet cute. will walk with you out of the bar if you're feeling unsafe and then shoot the guy who made you feel that way full of arrows.
velvet (swablu) - she/they. magical girl! specifically madoka magica flavored. sometimes she just wears her magical girl outfit wherever cause its nice aesthetic hehe.
thoas (swalot) - he/they. slightly more baby than finn but still not as baby as rowan. like 8 or 9 probably. they were a gym trainer at canalave gym but the starters were like fuck that! you're our child now.
bingus (tauros) - no pronouns. big strong bingus!!! both soulmates are also named bingus. bingus loves bingus’s soulmates bingus and bingus with all of bingus’s heart. bingus thinks u are very epic and important. finds joy in everything.
autumn...? (seadra) - any pronouns. *chanting* spy au spy au spy au!!! goes by the names of the months and seasons for them spicy fake identities. has probably fucked ur mom.
the deceased
rei (sableye) - he/they. certified bastard. has that soulmate au where if you draw on your skin it shows up on your soulmate's skin. got their older brother arrested by drawing shit on their face.
timaeus (roserade) - he/him. former crown prince of the sinnoh region. very protective of his little sister. has his mother's eyes.
june (budew) - she/her. former princess of the sinnoh region. also known as junior. like 6 years old. the original Babey™.
osiris (giratina) - it/void. got like 5 minutes of screentime. two whole loyal followers! i think the world is sort of falling apart since voi died? also tall as fuck (7'2"). will raid your twitch stream and call you cringe.
stardust (luxio) - he/they. Criminol. former team leader. haha what if you lowered me into a bank vault with my red string of fate... haha jk...... unless? 😳
critias (toxicroak) - he/him. see no evil! blind as shit. vigilante motherfucker. owns a miku binder. beats the shit out of corporations & forces them to be disability accessible. an icon. former team leader.
heba (claydol) - they/them. street magician. dresses fancy no matter the occasion. swallows lots of swords. that's like their main trick since they can't get hurt from it. their parents were also rowan's parents. emphasis on the were.
sitri (darkrai) - he/they. stardust move over there's a new bastard in town. several thousand years old but got kicked out of pokemon heaven and into high school for being an angsty teen. also really tall (6'9"). gamer tag is probably something like xX_hiraeth.shadow_Xx
darya (slowking) - she/they. theater major. game show stan. will infodump to you about shit you've never heard of at 2:03 am.
now you can go wild on that ask game have fun
#drugs cw#death cw#alcohol cw#body horror cw#ask to tag??#idk if i overdid it or not#its not as bad as it looks i promise#anyway send some asks hehe#locke kids#locke kids masterlist
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Survey #336
"get back, you’re never gonna leave him / get back, you’re always gonna please him”
What were your favorite things to draw when you were a lil kid? When I was a very little kid, idk. But once I got into meerkats... I drew them like crazy.
Do you think there is something with or around you, like a spirit, angel, ghost or something else? How does this make you feel? No.
Imagine you’re a stranger looking at yourself. What things would immediately catch your eye? Ugh, let's not.
When did you feel the most confident in your life? Probably my senior year of high school. I was happy with Jason with plans for the future together, I was doing excellently in school... I thought I was really going to go somewhere.
Do you think love is needed to have good sex? For some people, no. For me, loving one another is an absolute must.
Do you think, or want to, die in the city you currently live in? Fuuuuuuuck no, I hate it here.
What is the strangest thing you have ever encountered? Probably when I was otw home from my doctor appointment and we passed a random guy in drag walking on the side of the street... That guy is an icon.
Favourite soft drink? It's really strawberry Sunkist, but I love it to a degree I don't even allow myself to drink it, because I will fucking destroy that shit so quick. So I tend to just say Mountain Dew Voltage is my fave.
What do you like to put gravy on? I hate gravy, period.
Have you ever gone canoeing/kayaking? No, but it sounds fun.
What is one thing you know about your family history you’re proud of? Uhhhh idk.
Who depends on you the most? My snake.
Are you related to anyone famous or historical, if so who? Yes; William Clark and Queen Victoria or Queen Elizabeth, idr which.
Would you ever donate a kidney to anyone, and who? Mom. She only has one kidney, so, y'know. She kinda needs at least one. I wouldn't even hesitate.
What is the main quality you think makes a great parent? Unconditional love.
What three things do you think of most of each day? My weight is #1. Every second of every day, it, as well as Jason, are somewhere towards the front of my mind. The final is financial and job-oriented stuff.
Does/did your high school have pop machines? It did.
Do you know anyone who’s won the lottery? No.
Have you ever slept in a water bed? Yeah.
How often do you use Flickr? I pretty much abandoned my account; nowadays I only occasional check my friend's profile who works at the Kalahari Meerkat Project because she uploads wonderful pictures of the 'kats as well as gives interesting info about them!
Who is the last child that you took a photo with? Mom took a picture of me holding my youngest niece Emerson because it surprised everyone; I NEVER hold babies. She crawled over to me and reached up though, so of course I was going to pick her up.
How often do you wear hats? Never.
Would you ever get a nature tattoo? Sure! Idk what, but I'm rather sure I'll get at leaast one.
Is anyone in your family sick at the moment? No.
Where do your siblings work, if anywhere? My older sister is a mammographer, and my younger sis is a social worker.
Where is your favorite place to buy groceries? Wal-Mart, I guess.
Who do you generally talk to the most? My mom.
Is anyone saved in your phone under a nickname? Mom is "Mama Bear," and then my siblings are "Little Sister" and "Big Sister."
Whose birthday is coming up? My lil sister has her birthday in April.
Have you ever ordered from an informercial? No.
When, where, and why did a needle last pierce your skin? I needed to get blood drawn for some testing. It was drawn from my inner elbow, obviously at the doctor.
Have you been to an escape room? Was it a success? I never have, but it'd be fun. I enjoy puzzles.
How many followers do you have on Instagram? I don't feel like checking.
What’s the most recent music video you watched? Thoughts? "Mutter" by Rammstein. I picked a screenshot from it to draw, so I rewatched it to select one. It's a beautiful video, but also strange, which Rammstein is great at.
Have you ever recorded a cover of a song? No.
What makeup products are your go-tos? If I wear makeup, the bare minimum is black eyeliner.
Are you going to school this year? No. I gave college as many shots as I could handle both sanity-wise and with finances in mind. I do NOT want to even ATTEMPT to imagine the debt I have after going to three different colleges and dropping out each time.
What is your favorite water activity? I enjoy just kinda swimming around aimlessly, relaxing.
What are your favorite video games? Okay, I talk about SH2 and SotC enough on questions like this, so I'll mention some others I really enjoy as well: the Silent Hill franchise in general, Spyro games, The Last Guardian, both The Evil Withins, The Last of Us, some Resident Evil games (the 4th in particular), etc. etc. I just love video games.
Do you like jello? I enjoy the flavor, but the texture makes me squirm.
When was the last time you gave someone "the finger?" Probably while riding in the car with Mom when a dumb motherfucker swerved into our lane. Or something like that, idr the exact occasion.
Have you ever held a snake? Yesssss, I want to hold all the snakes. ;_;
Most unique place you’ve ever been to? Uh. I guess maybe the Whirligig Park/"Acid Park" nearby us? It's just this large expanse of unique architecture that are mostly, as you guessed it, extravagant whirligigs. You've got to see it if you come to the town. I have some pictures on my deviantART if you wanna see a few pieces.
If you were a superhero, what color would your cape be? NO CAPES!
Have you ever slept out on your porch all night? Oh fuck no. I'd feel way, way too unsafe.
Do you like horror movies? Yeah!
What’s your favorite Coke product? Just normal Coke.
Watergun or water-balloon war? Watergun. I don't like being hit with stuff.
Do you know anyone that’s afraid of elevators? I kind of am.
Is there anything in your room that belongs to a boyfriend, or a friend of the opposite sex? I have three plushies from Jason, Tyler, and Girt. My Marilyn Manson poster is also from Juan.
Who’s your favorite Beatle? I don't know; I was never a big fan, so I don't know any of them as people well at all.
Have you ever texted an ex whilst drunk? How’d that go? I've never been drunk, but no, I've never texted an ex because I was drinking.
Do you have to stand on your tip-toes to kiss your boyfriend? I don't have one. The only instance where I had to do that was with Girt. Tall motherfucker.
Have you ever been tackle-hugged? Yes. Those are the best.
Have you ever rejected someone’s kiss before? Girt once tried to make out with me and I noped the fuck outta that situation. It was so fucking awkward.
Is your mood or the overall tone of your day often affected by the dreams you had the night before? My nightmares definitely can.
Do you think that there are any positive aspects or outcomes of suffering from a mental illness? If you have a mental illness, do you think it has changed you for the better in any way? I definitely believe my mental illnesses forced me to mature faster and also instilled a great sense of empathy in me. And don't forget emotional endurance.
What is your opinion on celebrity culture and celebrity worship? Have you ever been guilty of putting a celebrity on a pedestal? Do you think it’s somehow more acceptable/understandable to obsess over certain types of celebrities (musicians over YouTubers, say) than others? At what point do you think an obsession like that crosses the line? It's dangerous and can be very blinding. An outsider could say I put Mark on a pedestal, but I've always been very aware that he's not perfect and really just another human, I just happen to love him a lot for the human he is, haha. As time's passed, my vision of him has become healthier though (not to say it ever reached the "unhealthy" threshold); it's gotten easier for me to judge him and stuff like that. I think an obsession crosses the line when you put on rose-tinted glasses to look upon someone and entirely ignore their flaws, or if you try to invade their personal lives, ex. being one of those creeps that loiter outside their houses and stuff.
If you were to pursue a career in photography and had the opportunity and means to photograph whatever you wanted, what would most like to photograph? Ah, livin' the dream. If I had to choice and would be paid well regardless of focus, I would absolutely travel and photograph the local nature/wildlife.
Is there a certain type of clothing (outerwear, activewear, loungewear, etc.) that you enjoy shopping for more than others? Shirts, 100%.
Are you ever afraid to post your ideas, artwork, photography, etc. online for fear that they will get stolen or not credited? When it comes to OCs, yes, given that things have been stolen from me before. Photography doesn't worry me much because I don't think I'm good enough for someone to possibly want to steal it (and besides, I use a watermark), and I do the same for drawings. It's the unique characters I make I worry about being stolen if I share them.
When is the last time you did something sexual? A few years back.
Who is the last person you showered with, if anyone? I haven't showered with someone since I was a little kid and my younger sister and I would to conserve water.
What do you think when you see roadkill on the side of the road? It really makes me genuinely sad, and I always wonder if it could have been avoided if the driver was more alert, slower, and thinking about more than the damage it could cause to their car... I enjoy photographing roadkill, brutal as it may be, out of respect for them and the desire to make their individual stories known and just kind of like, raise awareness of it. Too many people are just annoyed by hitting an animal versus more concerned. "Stupid deer," stuff like that. I sometimes worry that doing so can be interpreted as disrespect, to photograph and publish pictures of their corpses online, but I sure hope not. It's the least of my intentions. I just want people to see and care.
Have you ever had an ex that just didn’t understand that it was over? Biiiitch I was that ex, 120%. But besides my situation with Jason, this was how Tyler was. I had to tell him about five thousand times to stop texting me.
Are your fingernails currently short or long? They're always pretty short.
Would you rather have big or small dogs? I like medium-sized dogs most. I'd have to pick large dogs between the two, though.
What is your favorite sports drink? I'm not a fan of sports drinks.
What was the last compliment you gave a guy? Yesterday, a guy in PHP shared two poems he wrote while hospitalized, and they were wonderful, so full of passion and emotion. I sure as hell told him they were amazing. He's going for his Master's for poetry, so he knows what he's doing for real.
Does your jaw ever crack, pop, or lock? It's popped on very, very few occasions.
Have you ever thought of how you would give your kids “the talk”? I don't want kids, so no, I've never thought of this. I certainly wouldn't wait for sex ed in school, though. I feel like it's a bit late. I feel children need to know what it's about at a younger age with how disgusting some people are... I want them to be informed on what consent and molestation are so they know to let Mama know so I can punch someone's face into a whole new galaxy if they're ever violated.
Do you ever feel like you’re missing out on something? Oh, always.
Do you ever write/draw on windows that are fogged up? I did as a kid, sure. Not so much now.
If you were married, and your spouse’s parents became ill, would you let them move into your home? If they were truly sick enough to need assistance but not actual hospitalization, yes. I'd want my spouse to do the same for me.
Have you screamed in a pillow before? Yyyyep.
What do you like more, acoustic or electric? Electric.
Did you actually have a cookie jar? We have a Santa one, though I don't even know if we ever used it versus just having it as a decoration.
What’s worse, having someone mad or disappointed in you? Disappointed.
What do you bite on more, your tongue, lip, or nails? Bottom lip.
Do you think that knowing when and how you’re going to die would ruin your life? "Ruin" it seems a bit extreme, but I definitely wouldn't like it.
Do you have a favorite bromance? From TV or a movie. Not really, if we're only talking those two options.
Do you find flea markets and thrift stores enjoyable? Yeah, you really can find the coolest shit for great prices.
What color is your wallet? Mostly red and white; it's a Harley Quinn design.
Have you ever been somebody's photography subject? No.
Nicki Minaj fan? I believe she's a very talented rapper, but I don't enjoy her actual music. I just don't like rap.
Have you ever seen the Niagara Falls? No, I wish tho.
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handsome siblings ep 27 liveblog
you can’t trust the disciple of the ten great villains
says the villain
awww wuque is defending xiaoyu’er now this is the sort of brotherly shit i live for
“why don’t we ask tie zhan?”
TIE ZHAN IS HERE
SOMEONE BRUSHED HIS HAIR BLESS
the dramatic close-ups are fucking killing me
oh man this poor dude
he did not have a good decade
OH MAN THEY REALLY WENT ALL OUT WITH THIS PLAN
was this wuque’s plan? my son is pretty AND smart
REALLY
YOU’RE GONNA TRY AND TALK YOUR WAY OUT OF THIS??
the balls of this man
how does he not trip over them walking
oh this motherfucker lyyyinnngggg through his teeth
idk how the bell is evidence of anything but okay that’s fine
*DRAMATIC CLOSEUP*
he’s like I’VE BEEN FRAMED
good lord
i do like it when wuque protec
he sexy
OH MY GOD
THIS DUDE GONNA THROW HIS FUCKING KID UNDER THE BUS
HE COMPLIMENTED YOUR DISCO ROBES AND YOU’RE GONNA DO HIM LIKE THAT?
you kick your kid? you kick your kid like a football? JAIL FOR FATHER FOR ONE THOUSAND YEARS
oh no
i’m not gonna pity the villain mini me i’m not
HE LOOKS SO HURT AND LOST OMGGGGG
i’m actually feeling bad for this little asshole wtf this show is giving me a ride of my life
oh this dude deserves to die a thousand times
i hope his kid is the one who gets to kill him in the end
WHAT THE FUCK
i literally thought he was gonna chop off his own kid’s arm duudeeeee what
i take my earlier statement back
the five great villains are the best parents in the world
he just fucking disowned his own kid WHO TOOK THE BLAME FOR HIM WOW
oh this is pitiful
yeah i know how you feel guys
poor kid omg he’s like all alone bleeding to death in a barn
I DON’T WANNA FEEL BAD FOR HIM AND YET
EMOTIONS
I HAVE THEM
aww we get some father daughter moments
“when we get home” always ominous sounding in a drama
don’t travel by any cliffs
“I can tell mr hua is very fond of you” die netflix subtitles die
have i mentioned how much a despise love triangles
i despise love triangles
wuque is all like heart eyes motherfucker and she’s like you’re so nice but i’m gonna leave now
“don’t read too much into it” he goes, yeah okay
she’s like “i’m not blind i know you like me,” and then she’s like “sometimes i wish i was a man”
and I’m like bitch me too what the fuck, you had a sword in the first 2 episodes and fought like hell but now you’re like “if you didn’t protect me i’d die”
if you were a man the screenwriters would’ve never done you dirty like this
THERE’S A RANDOM DUDE IN A TREE
GIVING THEM LOVE ADVICE
THIS IS THE SHIT I LIVE FOR
wait
it’s not some random dude
IT’S THE RUSTY SWORD DUDE
MR MEDICINE POT
GREATEST SWORDSMAN IN THE WORLD YAN NANTIAN
i’ve been waiting for this for 27 episodes and i am not disappointed
LOOK AT HIM FLY THROUGH THE AIR
*VIBRATES*
he’s like you care about each other just get married
THAT’S A TERRIBLE ADVICE MR MEDICINE POT
gkjfdjgfkdlsfjgkdlfjgfkdl
he just
pulled out a sword and split a tree in half like a mile away i’m
xinlan’s like fine jeez i’ll marry him
and wuque is like I’D RATHER DIE THAN MARRY HER
what is even happening
they’re gonna.... fight?
because wuque doesn’t wanna get married like right this moment?
WHAT IS HAPPENING
oh my god i am laughing and crying help me
now mr medicine pot is all like haha i though you were someone else my bad
and they’re fighting again because
WHY ARE ALL THESE MEN SO STUPID
now they wanna fight to the death
yes xinlan please you talk
these two don’t have an entire brain cell between them
XIAOYU’ER TO THE RESCUE
YAAAAY
aww reunion moment
aww murder reunion moment
nooooo don’t kill wuque he’s so pretty haha
dude this greatest swordsman in the world is being a total dumbass right now
like this kid is a spitting image of jiang feng
PLAYED BY THE SAME ACTOR like
don’t you think you should maybe consider
just maybe
a possibility
that they could be related?
no?
someone give him a braincell i can’t deal
“jiang feng your son is a hero”
XIAOYU’ER?
THIS KID?
THIS FERAL HONEY BADGER OF A CHILD REMINDS YOU OF JIANG FENG
BUT NOT THE SPITTING IMAGE OF JIANG FENG PASSED OUT FIVE FEET AWAY
i’m having a stroke
he’s like you’re alright kid i think you’ll be fine
imma go now
peace out rusty sword dude you never fail to entertain
lmaoooo xiaoyu’er just skipping rocks while wuque is passed out
at least move him so he doesn’t get a sunburn jeez
omg they’re bonding
awwwww
xinlan is leaving
good
i love her but she doesn’t deserve this love triangle storyline bullshit
you go find yourself some men who aren’t stupid sweetie
anyway this episode was an emotional rollercoaster
i need a drink
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