#I’ll try to get a comic done today not only because I really want to work on it also because I’m having fun with it

[yamujiburo]

Why I Love Hanamusa

I get this question very frequently but have never given a really in depth, definitive answer. All just kinda implied through my comics and spread out asks. So here's this I guess! Long post ahead:

First, as a Pokémon fan in her mid 20s, I love seeing a ship where the characters are both in their mid/late 20s. Already, they’re much more relatable to me and my current experiences. Most Pokémon ships are between preteens, which can be cute but ultimately don’t interest me as much as they used to when I was a kid myself. Not enough to get super invested in and draw a lot of fanart for anyways haha.

I’ll also start by saying that canon doesn’t always influence whether or not I’ll ship something. I’m much more drawn to potential. Could the characters work together? Do their personalities work together in a nice way? I feel like this so much of fanon is anyways. Especially with queer relationships because they’re rarely depicted in the first place. A lot of the context for these ships is usually up to the fans to piece together or make up in general. And that’s the fun part to me!

Jessie and Delia have only met in the anime a handful of times. Any interaction they’ve had has either been pleasant, or just a typical Team Rocket interaction, with Delia dismissing them/not seeing them as a threat. Already a great jumping off point for me since, truly, they don’t have any actual beef or true, ill feelings towards each other. It’s not TOO out of the realm of possibility for them to potentially fall for each other. “But Jessie chased Delia’s son around trying to steal his Pokémon!” That’s where that dismissive and aloof attitude that Delia has comes into play. I’ll go more into Delia’s whole deal a bit later but I do think this aspect of her personality is a large reason why this ship can work. It’s not that she doesn’t care that Jessie has a bad past, but she can tell that, on the inside, Jessie’s a good person. And, in a scenario where Jessie is trying to become a better person, is forgiving enough to give her a shot. I feel like this is such a solid foundation for a ship. A character who has done wrong but is trying to be better and another character who is willing to help them be better. A classic dynamic!

It’s not just one-sided though; where Jessie is the only one benefitting and learning from the relationship. I believe Delia could get a lot out of being with someone like Jessie. To understand why, I think it’s important to know these characters’ respective backstories.

Jessie is an orphan/foster child who grew up in poverty. Her mother Miyamoto (from The Birth of Mewtwo) was a Team Rocket operative herself, who went on a mission to find Mew. In order to do this, she had to leave Jessie when she was just a toddler. Unfortunately, Miyamoto went MIA on her mission leaving Jessie to more or less fend for herself. Jessie went through life with zero stability, evident by her MANY different careers and constant moving around. It’s implied in the show that she went from foster home to foster home, and later in life tried being an idol, weather girl, florist, wine connoisseur, actress, most notably a nurse and finally a Team Rocket field agent. And even while in Team Rocket, she, James and Meowth were always doing odd jobs to get by. We see that Jessie used to be a sweet kid, and even adult, but the world and her circumstances repeatedly did her dirty, leading her to become the character we know today. Hot tempered, mean, selfish, etc. But despite this, her soft side does still shine through for the people and Pokémon she cares about. She is incredibly loyal.

Delia, unbeknownst to a lot of fans, also had a rough past (see Pocket Monsters: The Animation). Like Jessie, she had a lot of dreams and aspirations like wanting to be a model and even a trainer. But when she was 10, her mother didn’t let her, telling her that she had to stay home and learn to run the family restaurant (she’s an only child). Delia’s father left her and her mother to be a trainer, and never returned. When she was 18, she married Ash’s father and became pregnant shortly after. But right after Ash was born, he also set off to be a Pokémon trainer. And soon after that, her mother passed away, leaving Delia with just the restaurant and baby Ash. This gives so much context to Delia’s attitude in the show. We see that Delia is pained whenever Ash leaves on a journey, but she never shows that pain to anyone. ESPECIALLY Ash. She’s very quick to shoo him off when he shows any sign of wanting to go on another journey and even when he returns home, she acts more excited to see Pikachu than him almost every time. Without all this backstory, it’s easy to just read this as a funny gag, BUT with context, I think it really shows how quickly Delia shuts down and detaches in order to not confront her own feelings. She’s afraid of losing people and getting hurt again.

All that said, I think Jessie and Delia provide each other with EXACTLY what the other needs. 

Aside from becoming rich and famous, Jessie’s biggest aspiration is to get married. In my opinion, this is more so an underlying want for love and stability. There is no one more stable in the show than Delia. Delia’s lived in Pallet her whole life, she’s worked at the same restaurant since she was young and she is always there when Ash comes back home. She has all the love, patience and stability Jessie needs and craves. While forgiving, Delia’s not stupid and can keep Jessie in check. Delia’s also just an angel, which I feel, would make Jessie want to be better. And on top of all this, on more of a surface level, Delia’s a chef and excellent cook. She shows love through cooking and Jessie, who grew up poor, regularly starving and eating snow, happily receives that love. Jessie’s able to live a happy and healthy life with someone like Delia.

Delia, as stated, is very stable. Likely pretty monotonous and solitary, especially living in such a small town like Pallet. This isn’t a bad thing but it’s a little sad when you consider that Delia also had dreams of traveling, being a model and a trainer. She had to give up so many dreams in order to fulfill her duties as a restaurant owner and mother. And even now, when Ash is off on his journey, she feels the need to always be home and be that stable pillar, leaving behind any ambitions she had, thinking it’s too late for her (she’s only 29 btw). But then along comes Jessie, dangerous, passionate, an absolute firecracker. Someone who’s whole life has been about chasing dreams and either, never giving up on them or finding a new dream to chase. Upon learning about Delia’s past aspirations, I could see Jessie pushing her towards them, letting her know that life’s too short and she has nothing to lose from trying. On top of this, Jessie’s also loyal. She, James and Meowth are depicted as doing anything for anyone who gives them food or shows them kindness. Delia does both so there’s no way Jessie would leave her. This fulfills an essential need for Delia, who is afraid of the people in her life leaving her.

There’s so much potential for mutual growth and learning between these two and I adore that. They compliment each other, they help each other and they bring out the best qualities in one another.

I’m not really sure how to end this and I could truly talk about them even more but I don’t want this to be tooooo long haha. OH I could end it with maybe the most funny aspect of this ship that I've brushed over and also what drew me to it in the first place. Jessie. As Ash’s stepmom. THE END.

#hanamusa #hanamusashipping

[gi4hao]

some vernon x acts of service fluff for you ♡

vernon dyed his hair black this morning. he kind of loves it, and he hopes you will too. obviously the execution isn’t perfect; there are some dark stains on his ears and his forehead and he ruined two t-shirts in the process. but he knows how much you love that color on him.

this afternoon, vernon did some shopping. he needed a new shirt and he remembered the pretty bracelet that had caught your eye last time you were in town. he hopes you’ll be happy when he gifts it to you.

and this evening, vernon cooked dinner. it’s not done yet, but it will be in about thirty minutes. mingyu sent him an easy yet sophisticated recipe which he followed to the letter, and it turned out pretty well, at least on the outside. he hopes you’ll like it.

it’s past 7pm when he hears your key turn in the front door’s lock. the oven is a bit greasy, there’s oregano spilled on the counter, the wrapping of your gift is a little messy, and his ears are red from his attempts to remove the dye from his skin. perhaps from stress too.

and suddenly it hits him. he feels stupid. what if he’s doing too much? it is too much, isn’t it?

“hi handsome” your voice pulls him out of his panic as he exits the kitchen, his hands a little moist. you’re ready to lean in for a kiss, it’s almost muscle memory at this point, but the sight of his hair makes you pause.

“love it. and love the new shirt”, you reply, letting your hand brush against the strands of hair on his forehead before finally going in for the kiss. “what’s that smell? did you cook something?”

his ears turn a new shade of red as he grabs your arm to lead you to his living room. “i did, but you don’t wanna go in there right now”, he warns you, grabbing your arm to lead you to the living room instead.

it’s rather unusual for vernon to look so agitated, especially around you. you look at your surroundings, trying to notice anything different.

“is everything okay?”

he nods, a bit faster than usual, before digging his hand in his pocket and pulling out a small gift with a wonky ribbon on top.

“got you a little something today. but you can return it if you don’t like it, or even if you change your mind in a few days. or weeks. or even months, really.”

you’re only now noticing the dye stains on his skin, which draws a chuckle out of you. he looks so frantic it’s almost comical. without a word, you put the gift aside and stand up, pretty sure to know what this is all about.

“i already know i love that gift. i’ll love it forever and i would not trade it for any other. ever. because it comes from you, and that’s all i want.”

completely unfazed by how easily you saw right through him, he looks down at the hand you’re still holding, the one with a brand new silver ring on his fourth finger.

your words were heard and understood, but you can feel him internally tiptoeing around what’s really on his mind. his eyes, however, carry the same sweetness they always do when he looks at you.

“this is gonna sound really dumb but, i just want to make sure you don’t feel pressured to love… my gift. or to commit to it. i promise i won’t be mad if you tell me you don’t want it”, he tells you, grabbing your other hand to get a look at your own ring, the exact same as him.

it’s now 7:25pm, meaning that it’s been almost 24 hours since vernon has gotten down on one knee to ask the most nerve-wracking question of his entire life. 24 hours since you were legally allowed to call him your fiancé, a much awaited upgrade from the ‘boyfriend’ status.

last night had been a dream come true. but this morning, an uneasy feeling had started crawling into vernon’s mind, making him feel like maybe that dream of his would never come true after all.

dyeing his hair, making dinner, buying gifts, he had really thought about doing anything in his power to keep you from second-guessing your answer from yesterday.

still, nothing would calm his mind except maybe hearing the words from your mouth.

“i’ll love your gift because i love you. and because i spent the last 24 hours on cloud nine, thinking about how lucky i am that you proposed”, you told him in your calmest voice. “i’ll be honest, i even spent my entire day practicing saying “my husband” instead of “boyfriend”… and it sounds really, really nice.”

and that is the exact moment when the crushing weight of doubt and insecurity is lifted from vernon’s shoulders.

he still feels a bit stupid, but in a way that feels great, warm and almost comforting. for the second night in a row, he’s overwhelmed by the pure yet simple feeling of knowing his love is perfectly reciprocated.

“so… does that mean you still want me to be your husband?” he asks with a relieved smile as you trap him in the tightest hug, one hand running in his freshly dyed locks.

he loves you and you love him, that’s the one thing he doesn’t need to hope for. he knows it, and oh how he loves knowing it.

#seventeen fluff #seventeen imagines #seventeen x reader #vernon x reader #vernon fluff #vernon imagines #hansol x reader #seventeen vernon

[thedvilsinthedetails]

Microfic for @wolfstarmicrofic written with the prompt ‘ardent’

Word count: 684

(split this in two halves, second half coming out tmrw)

EDIT: second half here

“Mm I’ve come to an important conclusion. I’m completely irresistible.”

Sirius proudly announced with a grin. They were all sat in the common room, Sirius leaning against James on the sofa. Remus was sat in the arm chair next to him, on his other side Lily, Mary and Peter were taking up the other sofa.

Peter and Lily looked at each other comically before turning and raising their eyebrows at him.

“Sorry yeah, I’m irresistible to everyone that experiences attraction to men.”

Mary laughed then.

“Sure you are.”

Sirius huffed out angrily.

“I am! I’ll prove it to you.”

“Oh please, been there done that. I’m just saying irresistible to everyone who feels attraction to men might be a stretch.”

Sirius whipped his head round to James.

“Tell her she’s wrong.”

“Of course she’s wrong, if I didn’t have an amazing and super hot boyfriend already I’d definitely be a Sirius Black groupie full time.”

“You basically already are.”

Remus chuckled, gesturing at the array of multicoloured hair bands James had around his wrist for Sirius to tie his hair up with at every given moment because Sirius never remembered to bring any. James was an ardent Sirius Black supporter.

That’s when Remus knew he’d made a mistake, the moment Sirius’ eyes landed on him they sparkled mischievously.

“Moony you’re perfect!”

“Huh?”

“I’ll prove it by getting you to kiss me. One month, if Moony hasn’t kissed me by the end of the month I’ll- I’ll cut my hair short! I bet you.”

Everyone gasped. Sirius’ hair was- well- it was Sirius’ hair. 

They were all a bit drunk, Remus had thought it would pass. He’d be fine. The urge to kiss Sirius senseless was something he’d learnt to control early. Remus. would. be. fine.

•••

Remus wasn’t fine. It hadn’t passed at all, in fact it seemed to grow every day. And Sirius was good at it, bloody good at it all. Remus was lanky and awkward, he didn’t flirt. Sirius did though, really fucking well. It had begun with small touches to his arm as Sirius let out little laughs and squinted smiles, hands lingering just a bit longer than it ought to, trailing down to his own hand before dropping away. 

Then it was Sirius wearing Remus’ jumper that was far too big for him, practically swallowing him up as he leaned forward, against Remus as they watched television. A little contented hum as he dropped his head onto Remus’ shoulder and nestled his head against his neck.

Then Sirius started getting bored of subtly.

•••

“Moooony.”

Sirius smiled lazily as Remus entered the dorm room, eyes twinkling.

He was dressed in a white tank top, far too tightly fitted for Remus’ sanity. His leather jacket was discarded next to him on the bed where he was sat cross legged in little faded black denim shorts. 

“Help me braid my hair, would you? It’s sooo hot today, for once in like the entirety of English history. I can’t have it against my neck.”

Remus nodded and Sirius flashed him another cheeky grin. They were both well aware it was only 20°C. Well aware Sirius could braid his own hair. Well aware that whenever he was hot he actually put it up in haphazard top knots, not braids. Still Remus walked towards Sirius, sitting himself down gingerly next to him. 

He gathered Sirius’ thick black hair at the nape of his neck, trying to ignore the jolt of electricity when his fingers brushed against warm ivory skin, trying to ignore the little sigh Sirius gave at the touch, trying to ignore how soft the glossy black hair was and how badly he wanted to just run his hands through it. He braided it quickly. It wasn’t very good, he knew. Remus was pretty shit at hairstyles honestly. It didn’t stop Sirius from biting his lip, gaze slipping to Remus’ lips as he thanked him. Leaning close and whispering so Remus could feel the warm breath against his face.

“Moony you’re just the best.”

As soon as he could, Remus fucking fled the room.

#Me and my old black biro #wolfstar #marauders #dead gay wizards #harry potter marauders #marauders era #marauders fandom #the marauders #remus loves sirius #remus x sirius #remus being remus #remus lupin #sirius loves remus #sirius being sirius #sirius black #remus john lupin #sirius orion black #sirius x remus #sirius x lupin #marauders fanfiction #fanfiction #microfiction #wolfstar microfic

[p3terparker]

𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 - 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐦!𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: peter gets sad because you told him no.

𝗮/𝗻: i’m finally back! so sorry for being away for so long, i’ve been super busy with school but i’m finally done now! i hope you guys enjoy this i’m a little bit rusty so idk how i feel abt this

𝘄/𝗰: 0.7k

you and peter were both very satisfied in your relationship with each other. your relationship was very fulfilling, both emotionally and physically. you guys had a habit of spoiling each other, you especially. you would do anything to make peter happy, which is why you always agree to go to comic con with him every year even if you’re not interested. this year, however, you weren’t really up for it.

it was the middle of the school day, and you and peter were at lunch with your friends when he brought up going to comic con.

“babe, comic con is next week! i was thinking for our costumes this year we should both dress as spider-man.” he giggled, finding the thought of you both going dressed as his secret identity funny. 

“ehh, i’m kind of not in the mood to go this year. you should go with harry though!” you suggested, not catching the frown that appeared on his face before turning back to continue chatting with your friends.

peter was silent for the rest of lunch, but you didn’t notice because you were preoccupied with your friends, laughing at their lame jokes. the bell rang indicating it was time to go to your next class, which you and peter had together. you guys usually walk together, but right as the bell rang peter immediately stood up and started heading to class without you. you brushed it off thinking maybe he needed to talk to your teacher before class started.

walking into your class, you headed towards the table where you and peter sat next to each other every day only to find him sitting next to someone else. before you were able to ask him why he was sitting there, your teacher announced class was starting.

class ended after another painfully long hour, and school was finally dismissed. you walked up to peter and held his hand with a small smile.

“we should go get sushi! it’s not that far of a walk from here” you suggested while looking up at peter who didn’t seem to be on board with your plan.

“no thanks, i just wanna head home” he said bluntly.

you assumed he was in a bad mood and would confide in you in his own time so you didn’t push him, you just obliged and walked to his apartment silently.

reaching his apartment, you both walked into his room and layed on his bed. usually, peter cuddles you, wrapping his arms around you so tightly to the point where you feel like you’re being crushed and you have to tell him to loosen his grip, but this time he just layed with his back facing towards you. feeling a little uneasy, you decided to ask him what’s up.

“peter?” you say softly, pulling his body to face you.

“hmm?” he hummed uninterestedly, causing you to feel even weirder.

“is everything alrigh–”

“do you want to break up with me?” he cut you off, finally facing you fully.

“what?!” you exclaimed, sitting up completely. “of course i don’t want to break up with you, what made you think that?”

“today was the first time you said no to me” peter mumbled with the cutest pout on his face. you thought back to lunch when he asked you to go to comic con with him, and everything instantly started adding up.

smiling to yourself, you put both hands on each side of his face and made him look at you.

“you are such a spoiled brat, you know that right?” you giggled softly.

“whatever, i’ll just go with harry like you said” he mumbled again, trying to break free of his grasp.

“pete, i’ll go with you. if you were that upset you could’ve just told me.” you smiled and gave in, instantly seeing his face light up with joy.

“will you dress up as spiderman with me too?” he asked, giving you puppy-dog eyes.

“yes peter, i’ll dress up as spiderman with you.” 

feeling like he just won the lottery, peter sat up quickly and wrapped you in his arms before dragging you to lay back down with him. 

“you’re the best girlfriend in the world! i was so miserable when you turned me down, please don’t ever do that again. i felt like screaming, crying, and vomiting” he exclaimed while peppering your face with kisses.

“you are so spoiled, peter.”

#peter parker x reader #peter parker fluff #peter parker smut #peter parker angst #peter parker blurbs #peter parker oneshot #peter parker imagines #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter parker #tasm!peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker #tasm!peter smut #tasm!peter parker smut #tasm! peter parker fluff #tasm! peter parker x reader #tasm! peter parker smut #spiderman #the amazing spiderman #tom holland x reader #andrew garfield #andrew garfield x reader #peterparkerblurbs

[cleolinda]

Weekend links, April 7, 2024

My posts

This week feels like it has been a hundred years long (not in a bad way). 

Somehow we joined together to balance the seesaw just right so Ava Gardner and Jean Seberg could both go through in the Hot Vintage Lady polls (percentages rounded). Like, I’m wearing the Ava jersey and even I encouraged people to vote Jean when necessary. Honestly, I just wanted to see if it could be done. And it COULD. 

Round three has begun. It is already horrific. This is the first round that’s really going to hurt because we spent the last one really getting down in the dirt and championing our ladies, or learning about actresses we’d never heard of before and getting attached to them. And now? We are reminded: memento mori. Everyone loses but one. 

(I personally pitched in for Sara Montiel. “BUT JUST LOOK AT--” Yeah, I did, thanks.)

Reblogs of interest

April Fool’s Day: You were here for the Boopening, yes? The whole thing was that you only got badges for giving boops, not receiving them, which is a great way to not reward popularity contests, but also means that every last one of us was out here trying to figure out who to bap with a cat’s paw 1000 times. I said, listen, my notifications are already trash garbage today. I’ll take the bullet. Boop at will.

The Activity graph isn’t too clear on this point, but it looks like I had something like 65,000--hits? engagements? boops?--that day. Listen, I got the black paw badge too. We all did what we had to do in the Boopening. 

A Shakespearean boop of goodly length: “And, Meowntague, come you this afternoon, to know our further pleasure in this case, to old Food-bowl, our common judgment-place.” 

I had to go lie down awhile after a pun like “The Purrge.”

--

I had just gotten up from that pun and then I had to go lie down again.

Account security gothic

The Canada griffin

Dinotopia nostalgia

Two pairs of spectacles, one made from slices of emerald, and the other from slices of diamond

An old favorite: Cerberus as a puppy, guarding the gates to heck

I feel like these two posts have the same energy: Time cops will not let you travel back to the Titanic and bloodthirsty gazebos are currently in a dormancy period.

The birds are still troubled

PSA: The best sunscreens for your face

Video

A collection of various American Indian/indigenous American languages, including Navajo, Tlingit, Lakota, Colville Okanagan Salish, Cherokee, Yucatec Maya, Greenlandic, Mohawk, Yup'ik, and Mi'kmawi'simk. 

A trans health-and-wellness fundraiser (Mercury Stardust, Point of Pride, and friends) kept getting banned off Tiktok due to assholes. Here’s how to donate; I saw a few “here’s how they helped me” notes, so it seems like these programs are both legit and effective. 

You think you’re going to sit staring at this video because Chocolate Guy is weaving chocolate. Then you get into it, and it just keeps going.

“Too Sweet” is doing hilariously well on the charts for a song that didn’t even make the album proper. Hozier’s bees would like to thank you for your support.

I know I said that Stevie Nicks would make you sing backup on your own haunting, but late in this 1997 live performance of “Silver Springs,” she makes Lindsey Buckingham, the man she wrote this song about, look her in the eye while she belts it at him. This specific performance was released as a single (I was there, Gandalf) and nominated for a Grammy. Watch the video and you will see why.

The Women Those ‘Evolution Of Beauty’ Videos Leave Out

I don’t really know how to describe this rubberhose-style cartoon of Cab Calloway as a singing nightmare clown. Betty Boop is also there. “You just described it!” No, I really didn’t. 

How movable type worked 1000 years ago, from scratch.

Unrestrained seasonal yak fun

A snowy raven photoshoot

The sacred texts

I don’t know how to explain this double Sacred Text about ominous dreams that comes with its own comic, except to say that they’re so iconic that I first saw both posts in lo-res Pinterest screencaps.

April Fool’s: The ultimate sacred text.

Personal tag of the week

Wet beast Wednesday, which had both a headshake stickflip and bears on a swan boat.

#weekend links #odds and ends #linkspam

[actuallysaiyan]

I Wanna Be Good To You(Vergil x Fem!Reader)

warnings: anger, violence, slapping, tears(dacryphilia), unprotected sex, use of terms "master" and "little mate", Vergil is angry af, rough sex, vaginal fingering word count: 1.3k pairings: Vergil x Fem!Reader a/n: Just a little angry smut because I was so angry today. Dedicated to the lovely @beneathstarryskies

“Do you think it’s comical to put yourself in danger like that?” Vergil asks, his face so close to yours. His nails are practically digging into the meat of your arms.

You scoff, “I wasn’t in danger! I can handle myself!”

He sneers at you, unsure what to make of this. If he lost, he would be completely inconsolable. It would damage him even more than he truly is. You’ve become the love of his life and he will not stand to have you die in front of his eyes. Vergil has done so much to get to this point in his life, and he’s not just about to throw everything away to lose you.

“Listen to me,” he barks in your face. You can feel spittle spray your face. “You will never do that again. And I will not be repeating myself.”

You’re shaking with anger now, “I’m not a little girl, Vergil! I’ve been hunting devils for a long time, and if you’re just mad because I did a better job than you did, maybe you should learn to channel your anger some other way!”

This causes him to falter for a moment, then he pushes you up against the wall. You can barely read the emotions flashing in his beautiful eyes. Part of you wonders if you’ve gone and pushed him too far. Maybe you shouldn’t have mentioned how you did a better job than he had, but he just got under your skin so much.

“Is that what you think this is about?” His voice is laced with venom. “As far as I’m concerned, you’re just an inexperienced little girl. You have no idea what you’re dealing with!”

“Fuck you! I know what I’m doing!”

You feel your cheek stinging as soon as he lands the slap. There’s a moment of silence before you’re both just staring at one another. You feel tears well up in your eyes, and you want nothing more than to run away from him. Then he’s so quick to press his lips down on yours in a hungry kiss.

“I don’t want to lose you! Can’t you understand that? Or are you too thick in the head?”

You’re crumbling under his deep stare. You can feel your heart pounding at all these intense emotions. But what surprises you is when you begin kissing him right back. You would have thought after he slapped you and made a fool of you, you’d be pushing him away.

“I’m sorry, Vergil. I’m so fucking sorry,”

He picks you up and pins you to the wall. Between hungry and sloppy kisses, he has your skirt hiked up over your hips. He growls when you try to undress him. He’s not going to let you have control here.

“Stay still, little mate.” Vergil growls as he rips your panties off. “You’re going to be a good little mate for me,”

You whine, “Vergil…”

Another rough kiss is pressed to your plump lips. Your mind is whirling from all this excitement. Your cheeks still stings, but your heart melts when he cups your cheek and presses a soft kiss to it. He murmurs something about hating hurting you.

“You should listen to your master,” His voice is gruff and thick with lust. “I only want what’s best for you,”

“I-I know, I just…I don’t want to be treated like an inferior person.”

Your response shocks him a little bit. He didn’t realize just how important it was for you to be seen in such a way. He knows that you’re a good demon hunter, but it still scares him to see you out there fighting.

His fingers begin toying with your pussy, and he smirks when he becomes aware of just how wet you are already. Maybe roughing you up a little and yelling at you makes you excited. It sure makes him very excited. Something about violence and sex really satisfies the devil inside of him.

“I’ll make you feel so good, little mate. Just so you can see that I’m sorry for this little incident,”

You sigh softly, “P-please, master.”

His heart skips a beat when he hears you addressing him as such. You’ve done roleplay in the bedroom before and used those terms, but this is the first time you used them outside of that scenario. His cock twitches in his pants and he presses a soft kiss to your swollen lips.

“You’re such a good girl when you want to be,” He chuckles. “Maybe I could be a good devil for you,”

Two of his fingers pump into you, making you gasp in surprise. The sudden intrusion has you dripping all over his fingers and his palm. He can smell your arousal from here and it’s making him go crazy. It doesn’t take long for him to take out his cock. He gives it a few lazy pumps, and still fingers you in the meantime. You’re so impressed that he can hold you up just by his sheer strength.

“Ready for me, little mate?”

You whine but nod your head, “Please, master. I’m ready.”

With one fluid motion, he removes his fingers from your greedy hole and replaces them with his cock. From the get go, your walls are just trying to suck him in. They are desperately milking him as he begins a rough and fast pace.

“You’re never going to put yourself in danger like that again, got it?” He asks, and kisses you once again.

“Vergil…” you whine. “I’m a big girl, ‘can take care of myself.”

He gives you a particularly hard thrust, and you can see stars dancing in your vision already from the pleasure. He’s not going to let you go out hunting devils without him anymore. He caught wind of it from Dante and Nero and he had rushed out to find you. It scared him so much to think you were out there alone. His idiot brother and naive son might think you’re capable of doing it on your own, but he knows better.

“Little mate,” Vergil growls against your ear. “Don’t talk back to me like that. You have to do what your master says,”

You hiccup, “I know, but ‘wanna prove myself to you.”

This suddenly warms his heart. You’re really trying to show that you’re more than capable of doing things on your own. But it hurts him to imagine a world without you.

Vergil continues thrusting fast and deep, but his kisses soon turn a bit more passionate and loving. His large hands cup your cheeks, and he pulls you in for the most loving kiss. He feels your tears beginning to stream down your cheeks. His thumbs wipe them away, and he presses another kiss to your lips.

“You don’t need to prove yourself to me.” Vergil responds. “I already love you with all my heart.”

A shudder passes through you and you cling to him. It’s not long before he’s fucking you hard and fast once again, putting everything into every thrust. You can feel your orgasm building so quickly, and you mutter sweet words of love between every kiss.

“‘M sorry, Vergil. ‘Didn’t mean to scare you,”

He moans, “I know, little mate. I know you didn’t. ‘Just never wanna lose you.”

That’s all it takes to push you over the edge. You cry out his name, your nails digging into the leather of his clothing. He presses another kiss to your lips before he’s grunting alongside your sweet sounds. Your greedy little cunt is just milking him dry, and he can’t hold back any longer.

Once you’ve both come down from your high, you stay connected like this for some time. Vergil presses his forehead to yours.

“I truly love you.”

You smile, “And I truly love you too.”

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Loki Season 2 Episode 4 “Heart of the TVA” Thoughts and Theories

          If you have not seen this episode of Loki then please look away because I am spoiling a lot for this week’s episode.

          Normally, I would tell you guys each scene I liked about the episode but for this week I’m just kind of moving on to theories immediately and tell you guys some stuff I liked in between. By the way, I really liked this episode even though it ended in a cliff hanger. Also, I’m going to sound like a crazy person here today, so I’ll just warn you guys on that.

          So, the biggest thing that happened this episode was Victor Timely’s death. I don’t think he’s really dead, I think he’s more so scattered around the Multiverse. My cooking theory right now is that: Victor Timely is kind of the seed for Kang/Kangs. Like when he stepped out of the TVA and got turned to spaghetti strands, each strand of his being got sucked up by the multiverse and each of those strands ends up creating the Kangs in each of those timelines. It would even create the He Who Remains of this sacred timeline we are following now. I also think that He Who Remains knew that when he is defeated and killed that the back up would always be Victor Timely, but he also knew that for him to come back Victor Timely would have to get to the TVA and get split up during this incident, which would then create the other versions of Kangs that he would have to fight. Also, Miss Minutes tells Victor “You’ll never be him”, which is kind of true in this theory because Victor just ends up being the steppingstone or the tree that births He Who Remains.

          This theory would also suggest that the Multiversal War that He Who Remains talks about is a direct result of his ego and his want to be the one that controls the multiverse because if he didn’t send Renslayer and Miss Minutes to give the TVA Handbook to Victor then that War wouldn’t have happened. Also, during the last episode, after Renslayer and Miss Minutes drop the TVA Handbook into Victor Timely’s window it goes from them being on the Sacred Timeline to a branching timeline, so it’s not an event that was supposed to happen. However, He Who Remains knew that it was the only way to bring himself back. By the way, this also kind of puts a crack in my initial theory because in the end of last season, he seemed tired and doesn’t want to be the person in charge anymore, so why would he do this for ego. However, my retorts to that is that I don’t think we can trust He Who Remains’ intentions during that episode because we’ve seen that he lies a lot; and my second retort, is that the He Who Remains that would come from this event would be a new one. One that isn’t tired of ruling the multiverse and one that is refreshed and renewed. What do you guys think? I hope this theory made sense because I feel like a crazy person.

I also want to talk about Renslayer’s secret, where it was revealed that she was supposed to be ruling the TVA with He Who Remains. I don’t think that’s the whole picture. I feel like there’s something being left out of there and a reason as to why He Who Remains wiped her memory. Sure, you can say that it’s because he wants to be the sole ruler of the TVA but I feel like he wouldn’t say “I’m sorry” if it's just that. I know in the comics Renslayer was a woman Kang loved that was scattered through time, so maybe he has the same relationship here and there’s a reason he’s trying to protect her.

I don’t think Renslayer is dead by the way. She’s probably where Alioth is. I don’t think this is the last we will see of her. She’s probably going to come back stronger or with more knowledge of this whole situation.

By the way, fuck Brad. Like seriously. I get that the choices were death or go with Renslayer but I feel like the show has done such a good job showing that he doesn’t really care about anyone but himself. He doesn’t care about the TVA or any of the people that he sided with. He just wanted to be out of there, which is understandable because they were all taken from the timeline, but I still hate how he just kind of bends over to whoever has the most power at the time.  Also, fuck Miss Minutes for turning that machine on and killing everyone as well. If you watch her face during that scene, she is smiling and she seemed so happy watching them die.

Also, the scene with Dox and her minutemen talking to Renslayer and Miss Minutes made me want more scenes with Dox in previous episodes because I feel like we never really got to understand her character. Sure, she wants to protect the TVA but why and what was the thinking behind her actions? She felt more of a plot device rather than somebody that we are supposed to care about. I feel like if this was a series with more episodes, they’ll have more time to flesh this character out, but it doesn’t really do that. If this was in Agents of Shield (which everyone should watch because it’s still my favorite Marvel Show), we would know a lot about her and why she was like this. Maybe I’m just being too harsh, but I still felt like we needed more of her this season to care about her and to understand her.  

Also, who do we think Mobius is on the timeline? Is he important? I feel like the show keeps asking that question so it must be important; but honestly, I just hope he’s a regular guy living his life. I hope he’s not anybody important because I feel like it would be more impactful if Mobius wanted to return to a life where he’s just a normal guy. He doesn’t want this grandiose life; he just wants to be happy. He just wants to be able to live.

          I really don’t know where Marvel is going with this season of Loki. We only have 2 episodes left and I just hope that they stick the landing on this (so far) great season of Loki. Marvel kind of has a Third Act Problem or an ending problem where they set up so many things but end up kind of just delivering an okay or lackluster ending. I really don’t want that to happen to this series. If I missed anything that you guys wanted me to talk about then we can talk in the comments of this episode, and I might even write out a small post about it. I kind of just wanted to type out my theory first before it left my brain, so I know I missed a lot that I wanted to talk about.

          Once again, thank you for reading this post. I hope you guys have a good day/night!

#loki #loki season 2 #marvel #mcu #tom hiddleston #loki spoilers #marvel studios #mobius #owen wilson #sylvie #sophia di martino #miss minutes #ravonna renslayer #renslayer #gugu mbatha raw #tara strong #hunter b 15 #wunmi mosaku #ouroboros #ke huy quan #OB

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Can't Fight This Feeling, Pt. 2

Summary: Dean’s buddy Garth is getting married, and his ex, Lisa, is one of the bridesmaids. In a bid to stop his mother’s worrying and pitiful looks, he tells her he’s dating the girl who works in the office at the garage and that she’s his plus one. Now all he has to do is pray Y/N will go along with it.

Pairing: Mechanic!Dean Winchester x Female Reader (Eventual)

Bingo Square: Fake Dating

Warnings: Angst, fluff, flirting, idiots in love being idiots

Word Count: 4.3k

A/N: This is written as a submission for Tell Me A Story Bingo hosted by @supernatural-jackles. The square filled is Fake Dating.  This hasn’t been beta’d. Any mistakes are my own! Text in italics are the lyrics to Can’t Fight This Feeling by REO Speedwagon.

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“Morning, sweetheart, you look pretty today. Did you do something different with your hair?” Dean said from the office door as he casually leaned against its frame.

“What did you do, Winchester?” Y/N asked, not even looking up from the computer, her voice laced with accusation.

“Why do you assume I did something?” Dean’s incredulous tone makes her look up from her monitor.

“You’re right. You only come in here willingly when you’ve done something or want something. I shouldn’t have assumed which,” she smirked at him. “So, if you didn’t do anything… what do you want?”

“That obvious, huh?” Dean questioned, rubbing a hand over his neck.

“Always,” she grinned. “You usually avoid my office at all costs, so I can’t give you more work, so tell me,” Y/N leaned back in her chair and folded her arms. “What could you possibly want from me? Is another girl getting too clingy? Does she want more from you than one night? Oh, oh, oh, I got it! Did you pick up another bunny boiler and need me to let her down gently?”

“Hey! That was one…” Dean caved when Y/N raised an eyebrow and smirked in disbelief. “Okay, that was three times!” Dean chuckled as he remembered the last time he asked Y/N to pretend to be him when he was desperate to get rid of ‘Stalker Anna,’ as he’d dubbed her. He couldn’t believe it when she’d thanked him for ending things.

“Alright, before you jump right in and say no, please, just… hear me out,” Dean walked over to her desk and sat opposite her. “So, you know my buddy, Garth, right?” he asked, and she nodded. “Well, he’s getting married to this really great girl. The problem is that Bess is good friends with my ex, Lisa, and she’s a bridesmaid.”

“Okay… and this has what to do with me exactly?” Y/N asked, tilting her head with curiosity.

“Well, I had dinner at Mom’s yesterday, and she asked about the wedding and how I felt about going alone and seeing Lisa, and I kinda told her I was seeing someone…”

“Dean, if you think I’m gonna set you up with another one of my friends, you are sadly mistaken-” Y/N accused.

“No, that’s not… just listen, please?” Dean’s face was wrought with guilt and desperation, quickly making her frown and give him her full attention. “She got so excited because she’s desperate to have another girl in the family, this one closer to home than Eileen, and when she asked me who, I said the first name that came to mind.”

The guilty look on his face now made perfect sense, and she knew without him saying it what was coming next. Still, she needed to hear him say it. “Dean, who did you tell her you were seeing?” 

“I, uh, told her I was seeing you. Please, don’t get mad at me. Just listen,” Dean was quick to try calming the storm clouds descending over her. “I was going to ask you to be my plus one for the wedding anyway, as a friend, but when Mom asked about Lisa, I just… I saw her look of hurt and pity, and I just couldn’t… I’m so sorry. I’ll fix it, I promise, but I needed to tell you because-”

“Dean, sweetie? You here?” Mary’s voice rang out through reception.

“Your mom’s here?” Y/N whispered, her eyes going comically wide.

“I’ll fix it, okay? Trust me,” Dean mouthed back to her, and she tried to swallow the lump in her throat.

“There you are! I hope you aren’t distracting Y/N from her work because you’re dating now!” Mary grinned happily, her tone teasing.

“No more than usual, Mrs Winchester,” Y/N smiled sweetly, trying to hold in her panic. Hearing Dean chuckle made her relax slightly. That simple sound told her she had sounded much more confident than she felt.

“Glad to hear it. Listen, I’ve got some errands to run in town, but I would love it if you could join me for lunch later. I’d like to get to know the woman my son’s been hiding from me for the past few weeks,” Mary said, her smile wide and bright. Genuine. 

“Mom, I-” Dean began but was quickly cut off.

“Sure! We’d love to, Mrs Winchester,” Y/N smiled softly, trying not to laugh at Dean’s eyebrows reaching his hairline in shock.

“Great! And please, call me Mary, sweetie,” she winked. “I’ll see you both at the diner later. Say, at one?”

“Perfect,” Dean smiled as he stood to hug his mother and press a kiss on her cheek. “We’ll see you soon.”

“Can’t wait! Bye, son. Y/N,” Mary waved her farewell and headed back outside.

“You didn’t need to do that, sweetheart,” Dean said, but his soft features showed how much he appreciated her playing along.

“I know,” Y/N nodded. “But I know how much she worries about you, and I don’t wanna upset her, and I don’t want you going to that wedding alone. Especially when your ex is gonna be there.”

“Really?” Dean sighed with relief.

“Yeah, we’ll do everything we need to do to pretend we’re dating until a little after the wedding, and then we can tell your mom that we’ve decided we’re better as friends or something. What do you think?” Y/N’s voice was soft and full of care, and he knew he owed her big time for this.

“Are you sure? Because if not, I can go to lunch with Mom and tell her the truth. I don’t wanna force you into something you’re uncomfortable with,” Dean’s eyes seemed to beg her to be sure, but she knew he wouldn’t force her to do anything she didn’t want to.

“Who said you’re forcing me? And who said I’m uncomfortable?” Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed at his question. “Listen, Dean. I’m doing this as your friend. I’ve been in your shoes, remember? At Jo’s wedding in May?” Dean nodded in recollection. “My ex left me because I was holding him back, and he wanted to play the field. Two weeks later, he was shacked up with Jo’s bridesmaid, Bela. 

“He was her plus one and… well, you know how fun that wedding was for me,” she scoffed to emphasise her sarcasm. “My only saving grace was you and Benny keeping a smile on my face and having Donna there to bitch about Rick and Bela with,” Y/N explained with a sad smile.

“That’s right… what was it we were calling him? Rick the prick with the teeny tiny dick!” Dean said, and they both laughed at the memory. And damn if he didn’t love the sound of her laughter.

“Trust me, Dean, I wouldn’t wish what I felt that day on anyone. And the stares… God, they were the worst! So yes, I’ll be your date for the wedding. We’ll fool your mom so she doesn’t worry about you, and only if you’re comfortable with it, I will hug you and kiss you and squeeze you and stare all doe-eyed at you. We’ll make Lisa jealous!” Y/N giggled mischievously.

“I owe you big time for this, sweetheart. Anything you want. Name it. It’s yours!” Dean’s relief and enthusiasm made her laugh.

“Word of advice? Never offer a woman anything she wants, De. Trust me, you never know what she’ll ask of you, and it will not go down well if you say no!”

Dean left her office with a grin, a wink and a skip in his step and Y/N couldn’t help but smile. For now, she decided, she’d ignore the pang in her chest, and the feeling in her stomach that told her pretending to be in love with the guy she was actually in love with was a really fucking bad idea.

Dean straightened his tie for the hundredth time, got out of the Impala and walked up to Y/N’s apartment building. The wedding had snuck up quicker than he’d expected, and he now realised how awful this idea was. He couldn’t remember why he thought it was a good idea to say he was dating Y/N, and he had no idea how he would get through this without his real feelings making themselves known.

Sure, he couldn’t be happier that he’d have someone on his arm when he bumped into his ex for the first time since their split, and that, Dean told himself, was why he’d said he was dating Y/N. The only other reason he could think of for this… stupidity was to have an excuse to see her dressed up and take her out for the night. Spend some time alone with her.

The irony that he could’ve made his life easier by asking her on a date wasn’t lost on him and made him chuckle. He never did anything easy. He was a Winchester, for God’s sake. Easy wasn’t a word in their vocabulary. Dean took a deep breath and knocked on Y/N’s door.

When Y/N opened her door, he felt his jaw drop. She looked stunning. Her hair had been curled and pinned back in a low bun, and the cerulean blue and floral maxi dress skimmed the floor. The split in the skirt showed pale pink, peep-toe heels that matched the flowers on her dress perfectly. She’d gone heavier with her makeup, the natural pale pinks and light browns he usually saw her wear replaced with deeper shades of pink, blending into dark purples and heavier eyeliner and mascara framing her lashes.

“Wow, you look stunning, Y/N,” Dean said with an awed smile adorning his features. 

“Thank you, Dean. You scrub up pretty fine too! I have to say, I never thought I’d see you out of denim and flannel!” she giggled. “Come in for a second, I’ll just grab my purse, and we can go.”

“Sure, take your time, sweetheart. We’ve got plenty of time,” he glanced around the homely apartment. It wasn’t girly by any means; it was warm and calming. The sage green walls, cream carpet, and oak furniture gave the living room a country house feel. Walking to the sideboard, he smiled at the framed photographs of family and friends proudly resting there. Y/N had a beautiful smile, and it was even more evident in the candid shots she’d chosen to frame.

“Ready?” Dean asked as she stopped beside him, flashing him one of those breath-taking smiles she had. He held his arm out for her to take and led them to the door. If there was one thing his parents had instilled in him since he was a young boy, it was to always be a gentleman in the company of a lady.

He waited patiently by her side as she locked up and let her hook her arm with his again as they journeyed to his car. He slowed his pace to ensure she could keep up in her heels and held every door open for her.

Taking her hand, he helped her get into Baby. He waited patiently while she made herself comfortable, concealing the view of her fixing and straightening her dress before sitting back on the aged leather seats. “You good?” Dean questioned softly, winking at her smile and nod of agreement before he checked none of the material of her dress was hanging out the door and closed it.

He walked around the back of the car and opened the driver’s door, sliding seamlessly into the vehicle. He put the car in drive, headed out of the parking spot, and took the road to the country club.

The ceremony was beautiful, and the bride was stunning, as were the bridesmaids. Y/N had noticed Lisa eyeing her and Dean several times through it. She didn’t think Dean had seen; if he did, he didn’t react. Y/N did, though. She couldn’t help herself. She knew what Lisa had done to him, and it made her feel sick whenever she looked over at the brunette. Keeping someone around because they love you and are a good father figure and role model to your child, knowing full well you don’t share their feelings, was wrong on so many levels.

Dean was better off without that toxicity in his life. He was such a good man and didn’t deserve to have been used like that for so long. It broke Y/N’s heart. Lisa wasn’t being subtle either, trying to catch his eye, no doubt to throw him a perfect smile. We’ll see about that! Y/N thought as she moved closer to Dean and slid her arm up his back, rubbing his shoulder blades gently and laying her head lightly on his shoulder. Lisa frowned for a split second before she checked herself and smiled again.

Dean loved the attention Y/N was giving him, glad that she would give her all to this fake relationship to fool the room full of his friends. He glanced down at her, noticing the soft smile resting over her features as she watched the bride and groom say their vows to each other. He nudged his shoulder slightly, getting her attention. Y/N lifted her head from its perch on him and looked up, smiling wider. He couldn’t resist and threw caution to the wind as he leaned down and placed his lips gently on hers.

He kept the exchange brief, knowing it wasn’t the appropriate time for more than a peck. Still, as Y/N smiled wider and returned her gaze to the bride and groom, he kissed her hair softly and put his hand on her thigh, wishing with everything in him that this was all real.

Dean glanced up at Lisa and noticed she now had a furrowed brow. He wondered if Y/N knew Lisa had been trying to catch his attention, and that’s why she’d done what she did, or if it was the romantic setting they found themselves in that had that effect. He’d have to ask her later.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss your bride!” The officiant declared. All the guests stood and erupted in rapturous applause and whoops, showing their love and appreciation for the newlywed couple. Y/N was quick to loop her arm through his before she continued to applaud as the happy couple walked back down the aisle.

If either of them had seen Lisa walking down the aisle, they didn’t acknowledge it as Y/N’s hand slid down his forearm and clasped it with his. Once again, Dean smiled and leaned down to kiss her, this one lasting a little longer while remaining appropriate. If they’d seen her, they’d have seen the sad torment cross her features as she saw them together and realised this was something she couldn’t get between. They were clearly in love with one another, and that was something Lisa would never be able to compete with. Nor did she deserve a second chance with Dean after what she’d put him through.

The guests mingled, taking advantage of the free bar while the wedding party took photographs. Y/N slipped off to use the restroom and freshen up her makeup, wanting to make sure she played her part as Dean’s girlfriend perfectly.

“Hey, Dean,” Lisa said, interrupting his thoughts and making a chill run down his spine.

“Lisa. How are you?” he asked to be polite, although he was glad this was happening now and not when he had more to drink.

“Uhm, I’m good, thanks. You?” Lisa asked with a sad smile.

“I’m great!” he smiled genuinely. Today that was true. He did feel great, but he knew it was because Y/N was on his arm for the day.

“So, you and the hot girl from the garage, huh?” Lisa smirked, but Dean saw the sadness behind her eyes. He was long past caring about her and her feelings. In fact, he felt a sense of pride that Lisa was the one who seemed to be holding onto a smouldering flame.

“Y/N, yeah. She’s amazing!” Dean responded, a softness coming over him that Lisa had never seen in him.

“Are you happy?” Lisa asked, already knowing the answer and cursing herself for torturing herself further. It was clear from a million miles away that he was happier than anyone had ever seen him.

“Yeah, I am,” Dean said, smiling brighter than the sun as Y/N appeared by his side and slid her hand up his back, rubbing comforting circles over his tense muscles, telling him she was right there. She’s got his back. She’s got him.

“Y/N, you remember Lisa? Lisa, this is my girlfriend, Y/N,” Dean reintroduced the pair.

“Hey Lisa, it’s nice to see you again!” Y/N smiled and held her hand out to the bridesmaid. Lisa’s brow furrowed as she tried to remember when they’d met before. “How’s your son doing? Ben, right?”

“Uh yeah, he’s doing good. Thanks for asking,” Lisa was genuinely touched she’d asked, especially as she couldn’t remember being formally introduced to Y/N before. Then again, she never took much interest in Dean’s life or the people in it.

“Lisa! Come on, the photographer needs us!” Another bridesmaid called over to her, and she turned back to Dean and Y/N.

“Sorry, I have to go, but it was great to see you both again,” she smiled and excused herself.

“Well, that went… well?” Dean looked down at Y/N, and the relief on his face was as evident on his face as it was when his shoulders slumped and relaxed.

“Yeah, it did. I don’t think she remembers me, though,” Y/N chuckled. “I mean, I only met her what, like five or six times?”

“Yeah, well. Lisa always was a little self-centred. Anyway, I need a drink. What’s your poison?” Dean grinned at her.

“A big glass of wine,” Y/N hummed. “Like a really big one!” she and Dean laughed as he put his arm around her waist and led her to the bar to get their drinks.

“Not this again!” Y/N chuckled incredulously. “Why is everything with guys about the size of their dicks?”

“Hey, I’m being a good friend here asking if he took care of your… needs, but by your defensiveness, I’m gonna guess no. Ricky with the little pricky didn’t know how to satisfy you.”

“You really hate him, don’t you?” Y/N tilted her head in curiosity.

“He hurt you! You’re my friend, and I’ve got your back, always. So yeah, I hate him,” Dean defended her. “You don’t?”

“Honestly, he’s not worth the energy. When I think about things… like really think about them, we weren’t well suited. And you’re right, Dean,” she giggled. “Rick is a prick with a teeny tiny dick who doesn’t know how to drive that stick!”

Dear Lord, I’ve gotta ease off the wine! Y/N thought as she burst into laughter at her awful attempt at poetry.

Dean threw his whole body into his laugh. His head reared back, he stamped his foot and slapped his thigh, the other arm clutching his stomach. “Oh man,” he said when he finally calmed down. “I knew it! He just gives off that vibe, you know? Overcompensating all the time.”

She hid her amused smirk behind the wine glass and took a drink. “Seriously, Y/N/N,” Dean’s tone was serious now, and she turned to give him her full attention. “If you ever need some help, I’m available,” he grinned and pumped his eyebrows cockily.

Y/N choked on her wine, making Dean slap her back. “Hey, I’m kidding, sweetheart! Don’t go dying on me!” Dean chuckled.

“Sorry. I wasn’t expecting that!” Y/N laughed once she’d stopped coughing.

“So, it wasn’t the thought of sleeping with me that made you almost choke to death?” he smirked, trying to act cool about it, but he needed to know.

“God, no! I just wasn’t expecting you to offer your… services to me, that’s all,” she said with a shrug, and Dean felt more relief than he probably had a right to.

The band began playing the opening cords of REO’s Can’t Fight This Feeling, and a small smile settled on her lips. Dean knew she loved this song. God knows why, but she did, and to see that beautiful, subtle gleam of happiness come over her was stunning. Before he knew what he was doing, he stood and held his hand out to her.

“May I have this dance?” Dean asked with the brightest, most charming grin he could give her. 

“Really?” Y/N asked in disbelief, her eyes narrowing when he nodded his head. “You want to dance to REO Speedwagon? I thought you hated them?”

“Ah, this song isn’t so bad. And I know you love it, so… do you wanna?” Dean shrugged as if it was no big deal. The corners of his lips curved when her eyes lit up when she nodded her head and put her small hand in his, letting him lead her to the dancefloor.

Dean’s arms slid around her waist and gently pulled her into his body, leaving no space between them. Y/N’s arms circled his shoulders, and she rested her head on his chest as he began to sway them around the dancefloor.

I can’t fight this feeling any longer And yet I’m still afraid to let it flow What started out as friendship has grown stronger I only wish I had the strength to let it show I tell myself that I can’t hold out forever I said there is no reason for my fear ‘Cause I feel so secure when we’re together You give my life direction You make everything so clear

A content sigh escapes her unchecked, and she feels Dean’s voice rumble through his chest before she hears it. “You doing okay, sweetheart?” he asks her quietly.

“Yeah, I'm good, Dean.” she smiled, loving the feeling of being in his arms, and Jesus, does he smell good! Her smile widened when she felt Dean’s lips on her hair.

And even as I wander I’m keeping you in sight You’re a candle in the window On a cold, dark winter’s night And I’m getting closer than I ever thought I might

And I can’t fight this feeling anymore I’ve forgotten what I started fighting for It’s time to bring this ship into the shore And throw away the oars, forever

“If this was part of your plan to make Lisa jealous, I think it’s working!” Y/N giggled. “She looks like she wants to kill me… or you. I can’t tell who she’s glaring at!”

“Oh, it’s me, sweetheart. No doubt about that!” Dean chuckled. “I always told her I don’t dance, and I don’t…”

Cause I can’t fight this feeling anymore I’ve forgotten what I started fighting for And if I have to crawl upon the floor Come crashing through your door Baby, I can’t fight this feeling anymore

My life has been such a whirlwind since I saw you I’ve been running ‘round in circles in my mind And it always seems that I’m following you, girl ‘Cause you take me to the places that alone I’d never find

“What?” Y/N asked as she moved her head off his chest to look into his sparkling emerald eyes. “Then why are you dancing with me?” she frowned, and he smiled at how cute she was.

“I already told you. I know you love this song, and we’re at a wedding and I just… want you to have a good time, is all,” Dean responded quietly, but he pulled her in closer to him and held her just a little bit tighter.

And even as I wander I’m keeping you in sight You’re a candle in the window on a cold, dark winter’s night And I’m getting closer than I ever thought I might And I can’t fight this feeling anymore I’ve forgotten what I started fighting for It’s time to bring this ship into the shore And throw away the oars, forever

“So, it’s not to make Lisa jealous?” Y/N was confused, and again, Dean couldn’t help but smile at how cute she was.

“Honestly, sweetheart? I forgot she was even here,” Dean smiled and leaned down to kiss her lips. It remained a closed-mouth kiss, much to her disappointment, but in no way did it feel forced, and hope bloomed in her chest that, just maybe, Dean did have feelings for her.

‘Cause I can’t fight this feeling anymore I’ve forgotten what I started fighting for And if I have to crawl upon the floor Come crashing through your door Baby, I can’t fight this feeling anymore.

“Thank you for this, seriously. I would’ve been miserable and would probably either be blind drunk or have left by now if it wasn’t for you. I don’t deserve a friend like you, sweetheart. I really do owe you one,” Dean smiled and leaned down to place a sweet peck on her forehead.

Y/N’s smile dropped as his words sank in, and disappointment settled in her stomach. He still only saw her as a friend. She’d tried not to get her hopes up that this might turn into something real, but as the day went on, she started to think that maybe, just maybe, he felt the same way about her.

Once again, she reminded herself she wasn’t his type, and they’d never be more than friends. One look at Lisa confirmed that. She knew he’d go looking for someone to spend the night with as soon as he dropped her home tonight because she probably wasn’t even good enough to be his one-night stand.

Part Three >>

Jensen / Dean Tags: @akshi8278 @deanwanddamons @deans-baby-momma @siospins2 @sexyvixen7 @leigh70 @stoneyggirl2 @hobby27 @candy-coated-misery0731

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[ninamitoo]

VILLAIN WARRIOR

Chapter 2

BTS Jeon Jungkook x fem! reader

Hero Jungkook x Villain reader

Summary: all you want to know is why your parents were violently killed and why there was no proper investigation done. Odds are against you when a promising hero is willing to do everything in his power to put you behind bars.

W: 4078

Fic warnings: slow burn, depiction of violence, fighting and death, mention of power abuse, future smut, angs, emotional damage, commitment issues, trust issues, heavy themes and adult language, swearing, mention of masturbation, dark story?

   Tell me if I forgot anything, I'll change the warnings in the course of this fic.

Raiting: 18+

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Jungkook hated paperwork. It was a long and boring work. When choosing his future profession, no one told him that his occupation does not consist of only fighting crime on the streets, catching dangerous criminals and saving innocent lives. He spent most of his working hours in a giant office, sitting at his desk joined with four others over a pile of endless papers. With a deep sigh, he opened the profile folder of a villain who goes by the name Killian and began transcribing all the information into his computer, just as he had done twenty times before with different perpetrators.

He couldn't believe his bad luck. Just because he was in charge of one active case in which he's now deadlocked doesn't nesessary have to mean he's going to get the worst filler job in the entire branch, right? And yet he was just tapping out the individual dates and exact time intervals of Killian’s first attacks. 

Transcribing old case data from paper to electronic form was a living hell. It was the most boring, annoying and numerous part of the job. Not to mention that Killian has been dead for five years and has killed so many people in his lifetime that he has over fifteen files on various victims and is unofficially credited with kidnapping six more missing people. Jungkook was already sure he was going to spend the rest of his shift today transcribing all the available documents on this villain. So much for the title of the most promising rookie.

His loud sigh was a comical spectacle for his senior colleague Namjoon, who was just passing by the rookie section. "Rough day?" He struck up a friendly conversation, even though they had never really spoken before. 

Namjoon was part of the inner file of heroes. He didn’t work on the front line like Jungkook and his older colleague Yoongi, but operated the action from behind the scenes. He was the one who directed and planned every move of the heroic troops in every dangerous action. His inner strength was his incredible brain - his quick analysis and ability to organize an entire legion of heroes in battle according to their abilities, made him an unbeatable strategist. Namjoon was the reason Jungkook decided to join the AiOT branch.

"Better not even ask." Jungkook managed a weak smile, but his tired eyes and previously expressed frustration gave away what he was really feeling. He'd rather be anywhere else than here and now.

"Don’t stress over it too much. All of us have been through this at least once." Jungkook was slightly reassured by the encouraging words, but more importantly it sparked the flame of his curiosity. With his eager gaze, he almost begged Namjoon to tell him more. "Before I got my current position, I was a heroes' sidekick. I did almost nothing but fill out their paperwork for them. It was a pain in the ass." The tall man cringed as if he had eaten a particularly sour lemon and shook his head slightly, trying not to think of old memories. "Not to mention the two of us are different."

"How come?" The younger of the two, but obviously more muscular, straightened up in his chair. His brain couldn't grasp exactly what the man, he admired so much, meant with his last sentence. Was it a slight hint of his incompetence, or was his mind just trying to find something behind it that wasn't even there?

"Even though I consider my job as essential, I'm still just a strategist behind the curtain. In contrast, you have the opportunity to actually save someone. Not to mention how strong and talented you are at such a young age." Namjoon walked over to the younger man and squeezed his shoulder tightly, giving him his last words before he walked away to do his own job. "The whole agency sees our future in you."  

Namjoon's words rang through Jungkook like a bell at a Buddhist New Year. He knew that the AiOT agency had been in decline for some time, and that it had seen a slight upturn only after his arrival, but he didn’t attach much importance to it. Each heroic agency is financially supported in three ways. When agencies start up and begin, most of the costs are paid by the founders themselves, which includes the salaries of all staff. Once they start making a name for themselves by a high percentual success in saving people without any casualites, the goverment starts investing in said agency. The last way is donations from the city's wealthy, or small contributions from rescued people who want to show their gratitude.

Since Jungook's arrival, the company has seen an influx of money from the government, which has decided to reinvest in the failing business. Jungkook was more determined than ever to finish rewriting the old cases so he could go into action again and prove that their agency is worth a bigger investment. Maybe then they could finally get new equipment.

....

Jungkook has lived alone for the past two years, in a small but modern apartment on a quiet street. Usually he cooked something quick, but on days like this, when he spent a disgusting amount of his day anchored to his computer, he wasn't in the mood to cook anything. Two streets away is a small restaurant that cooks late into the night. Once in a while he always likes to go there for his favourite meal - according to Jungkook, one of the few dishes they cook there that is edible, not to mention cheap.

Jungkook, as a young, thoughtful rookie, had the opportunity to join bigger, more well-known agencies, where he would definitely get a bigger salary, but he didn't find the heroes he admired there. This socially respected profession brought with it selfishness and lust for one's own wealth and fame, and such "ideals" discouraged Jungkook from joining so-called Black companies. Corporations and their "heroes" who have made a name for themselves by demanding money from innocent citizens as compensation for risking their own lives to save them. 

It wasn't long before Jungkook was sitting in his favorite spot by the window with his food steaming. His stomach growled loudly, a clear cue to start eating. Glancing up from his bowl, Jungkook sees his reflection in the window.  Dark eyes stare back at him, bloodshot. He grimases at his overworked, tired self. Today, like the previous three days, he put in several hours of overtime in an effort to finish transcribing old cases as soon as possible. His minimal sleeping hours and irregular meals were slowly taking their toll on him. Still, he didn't mind if it meant achieving his goal of eradicating all evil in Korea. A few hours of sleep is a small price to pay for one more criminal behind bars. 

As he turns his gaze back to his half eaten dinner, out of the corner of his eye he sees something suddenly move in his peripheral vision.  His professionalism kicks in and he stares into the dark allyway between the convinient store and the building next to it. There's nothing. And yet, he can't seem to shake the lurking feeling that something is wrong.

Next to the shop stood a lone lamp that flickered irregularly. For a few seconds each time, it illuminates a large, black bin leaning against the opposite wall, only to plunge it back into darkness. Jungkook can hear the faint hum of electricity in his ears as the bulb struggles to stay alive. Light, darkness. Light, dark.

Blink.

Blink.

Flash!

Krchhh - the thin glass of the bulb shattered into pieces with a loud crack. No one paid any attention to it, so everyone was astonished when the young black-haired man sitting by the window suddenly rose from his chair until it toppled over and remained lying on the ground with a thud. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Before, where stood only a lonely, full garbage can surrounded by black trash plastic bag, now stood a figure, blending in perfectly with its surroundings. As they turned and started heading down the crowded street, Jungkook's instincts took over and the next second he was running after the cloaked figure. His bibimbap, together with his ramyeon stood forgotten on the table top for the waitress to clean.

Click, clack, click, clack.

Sensual calves were hidden in black pumps that bounced in a regular rhythm off the damp pavement. Jungkook watched the feet of the woman in front of him as they gradually moved away from the starting point. Apart from her hasty and more than unpredictable appearance in the darkened street, she looked quite ordinary. Dressed in a black coat and high heels, her face hidden from the eyes of passers-by by an expensive looking hat. All that could be seen of her body were her legs from the knees down and the bright white hair that flowed down her back in perfect waves. Jungkook was intrigued by her without knowing why.

The woman stopped in front of a bar with a neon sign that read Hell in Heaven. She turned her body slightly to the left, where Jungkook still continued on his way, as if she knew he was secretly following her. She gave him a sly, red smile as he walked past her, and before he could stop himself, he was discreetly watching her in the reflection of one of the parked cars along the road as she entered the noisy bar.

'She already knows about me anyway.' He thought to himself and followed her into the open doorway. The inside looked surprisingly much nicer than he had initially expected. The room was lit with a soft purple light, the furniture in a dark brown wood that created a flattering contrast to the white walls. A few drunks were already lounging on the round tables or sleeping sprawled out on the sofas in the corners of the room, but most were either dancing on the dance floor to the right, standing around the bar drinking, or playing various bar games in the next room.

After a quick initial scan of the surroundings, a black gaze slid to the woman sitting on a bar stool, just pulling her shiny hair into a high ponytail revealing her bare back, which was exposed, and only at her hips did the dress come together again in a deep V shape. The local bartender was just serving her a glass of clear liquor.

It was only after the glass ended up between the woman's manicured slender fingers that the woman turned around and Jungkook understood what the magnet was that drew him to her. It was you. His case he wanted to, oh so desperatedly, solve.

Your shining eyes flick up, sensing Jungkook gaze once again. You grin at him, before drinking the shot in one go. You are wearing make up once again, but this time it's complimenting your face shape, making you look more cunning. Your sleek figure is leaning against the bar counter, in a challenging position that will attract not only eager men in your direction. 

Jungkook can't resist letting his eyes slide over your figure clad in a short, red dress that accentuates your cleavage and your curves. As you sit gracefully on a bar stool and sensuously swing one leg over the other in high heels, Jungkook's throat catches when he sees the hem of your dress roll up higher and cut into your thigh. You lightly stroked the exposed skin with your hand, causing the young hero to growl animalistically. He swallowed dryly.

It was only with great difficulty that he could bring himself to tear his gaze from your womb and direct it to your gaze, which was fixed on his face with an amused shine. You raised your hand and beckoned him to come closer with your elegant index finger. You waited for him.

His pink tongue traces his teeth, setting his jaw in a firm anger. You won't play with him like he is your little toy. His chest is heaving heavily when he looks at you again and turn his back to you. He only takes one step away when another man bumps his shoulder into him. Poisoned by the great effect you have on his hitherto undiscovered physical needs, he turns to the unknown ready to vent his frustration, only to get stuck in his track.

The man, dressed in plain light jeans and a dark shirt, is standing next to you, his drone tilted so his mouth is pressed against your ear and his right arm is tightly wrapped around your waist. What pisses Jungkook off much more is the welcoming embrace you openly offer the man as you lean in and press your lips to his lobe. Your deep eyes are locked on Jungkook the whole time you're whispering something to him.

He hates the idea of you playing with him with ease and his body obeying your every command. Like a puppet to its puppeteer. His heart is going overtop when he shorten the distance separating you with three long strikes, janking the asshole from your body to the ground.

"What the fuck dude?" He shouts out angrily with a hidden undertone of pain. Jungkook looms over him like a predator about to dine on his dying prey when he gets tired of the hunt. His chest rises sharply above his work shirt, sealing his muscles under the thin fabric. You couldn't resist, hungrily devouring every inch of his chiseled physique. Most of the time when you see him, your view is hidden under a layer of defensive uniform. You were pleasantly surprised to find out what he looks like under his protective vest.

"Don't touch what's not yours." The gruff reply, growled in a low tone, surprised both men present. Jungkook didn't think of you as anything other than a villain who needed to be caught, so why was he indirectly calling you his, and why did he feel so good about it?

He didn't know what attracted him to you so much. He didn't know why his mind always wandered back to you when he wasn't paying attention. He didn't know why every time he saw you he found you more stunning. What he knew for sure was that he wasn't going to let this opportunity slip through his fingers, even if you manage to escape again.

The distance between you wasn't big, but every extra step seemingly sucked the air from his lungs until it seemed impossible to take one more. If you noticed his troubles, you didn't let it show and waited patiently for him. Maybe it wasn't so much patience as it was a power struggle, which you would have lost if you had gotten up and met him halfway. He's the one who came to you. Jungkook pressed his lips tightly together and fixed his black gaze on yours, who was watching him with interest. Your pupils betrayed nothing mocking or malicious, on the contrary they gave him open arms which he could have taken at any time. Just knowing that you weren't here to judge him nor to put any labels on him put his mind, strangely, into tranquillity. The last step that put him right in front of you settled his air and nerves back in their proper place.

"Hi," you greeted him in a low voice being able to see the regurgitated glint in his eye. If he was willing to bury the hatchet for the day, you were also willing to put down your weapon. Instead of a greeting, however, you were met with a pointed question. "What are you doing here?" 

With a fake stab at your heart, you put your hand on the left side of your chest, "You wound me, handsome sir." You'd be lying to yourself if you pretended you didn't hope to have a normal conversation with the young hero. Unfortunately, even now he immediately began his interrogation. "Is this your question that you want a truthful answer to?"

"Does every question necessarily have to be the one through our agreement?" Jungkook's brows drew together into a frown over his dark gaze. He still couldn't figure you out, and he was angry with himself for it. The way you kept leashing him was driving him crazy. 

"No. But if you had started our conversation with something other than an interrogation, maybe we could have had a normal conversation." Your voice was surprisingly calm and gentle, as was the faint smile on your face. It was the first time in all the years you'd known each other that he'd seen you smile genuinely. It messed with his head more than he's willing to admit at the moment.

Jungkook was visibly nervous as he sat down on the bar stool next to you yet his gaze screamed confidence. "Fancy seeing you here." He said, hoping you wouldn't comment too much on his sudden change in demeanor. Luckily for him, you merely turned back towards the bartender, who was ready to take any order you placed.

"What can I get you?" You asked contentedly before gesturing to the bartender. Your companion ran a quick glance over the drinks on display. He didn't want to admit to you that he didn't exactly like alcohol. How is he supposed to solve this dilemma without falling in your eyes? You sensed his indecision and decided to step in. "Let's have two Irish Bombs." You ordered for both of you, assuring your companion with a quiet "It's a sweet drink," that he'd probably like it.

After two more drinks, both of your inhibitions and initial tension eased. 

"What are you even doing here?" Jungkook asked. You shrugged nonchalantly with an amused smirk. "Can't I just go out and take a break from everything?" You stared distantly into your glass with its dark contents and drank the rest of it without a word. "My life is not always rosy." You joked with a dry laugh.

"You can't entirely complain about that, considering it's your own fault." Jungkook snorted. How can you complain when you lead this kind of life? "You yourself have become a lawbreaker and a danger to the public by your own actions."

"Did I?" You frowned at him, your voice an octave lower. He knows nothing about you and yet he condemns you like this? Just because some unnamed person decided to call you a criminal? Although the change in your behavior was subtle, the seasoned hero noticed it. Has he hit on a sensitive subject? How hard can he push without shutting you down?

"To my believe, yes. You could have gone to a local police station or to any hero agency to ask for help." He suggested weakly, keeping his tone of voice neutral in an attempt not to provoke you in any way. You snorted in disbelief at his stupidity.

"I tried to get both the police and countless heroes to investigate who killed my parents for almost three years straight. No one took me seriously. I kept bugging them, so to get rid of me, they did a cursory search and declared it a domestic suicide." Although your confession meant exposing your motives behind all your illegal actions, you didn't consider it too risky a move. What could Jungkook have done with this loaded information, other than looking into your parents' deaths? If anything, he'd play right into your hands.

"Do you have any proof that it was actually murder?" Jungkook asks defiantly. Even though he didn't know much, he made a mental note about your parents' deaths and that he'd have to look into it later, maybe even ask his older colleagues if they happened to know anything.

"My own investigation." Jungkook couldn'h help but scinker at that. Surely you have the same opportunities and resources as the professionals to actually get to something. "I wouldn't underestimate the black market if I were you." You uttered nonchalantly and waved at the man who had been pouring you the whole time that you were ready to pay.

"You just admitted to me that you are involved with the black market. Do you have any more accusations for me to add to the already long list?" An amused tone crept into his voice as he rose from his chair, effectively blocking your view of the bill with his right shoulder. The amount in question didn't appeal to his eyes at all, yet he held his credit card up to the terminal without a word. 

"I didn't admit anything, I just gave you some friendly advice. It may come in handy in the future." Another faint giggle escaped your lips, and Jungkook's stomach tightened. When he turned to you, you were already standing on your own feet, facing him, being dangerously close to his body. Your eyes shone amusedly in a faint violet glow, while your hair gave an almost fairy-tale appearance. Did you have any idea how beautiful you look right now? And if so, were you using your charm to curse Jungkook? Because if you did, you've been successful so far.

The atmosphere around you once again sparked with tension and neither of you were sure what type let alone what it meant for either of you. Jungkook swallowed deeply when you placed your palm on his left breast, and quite deliberately puffed out his chest to make it look even bigger than it is under your touch. You bit your lip at his ridiculously cute gesture, and Jungkook couldn't take his eyes off your red bottom lip trapped between the white pearls. He wanted to taste you. 

His last thought startled him so much that he didn't notice you leaning towards him until your warm breath coated his flushed cheeks. Although the rational part of his mind advised him to push you away and keep his distance, his lust for you was so strong that it precluded access to any logical reasoning. His strong arms found their way around your waist and trapped you tightly against him.

"What are you doing, beautiful?" His raspy voice rubbled out of his lungs and you could feel getting wet just by listening to his voice praising you. 

"I'm just paying you back for my part, since I don't intend to owe you anything." You whisper almost an inch from his lips as your nose brushes against his warm cheek. 

His confused expression opened up space for you to grab his belt and then pull his pelvis sharply against yours. A pleased smile conjured on your lips as you felt his budding arousal. His loud gasp in response to your action pleased you even more as you placed the bill you had originally intended to pay for your spending today behind his belt.

"I'm more than capable of paying for myself." You winked at him, and though Jungkook wanted to reply with 'I wanted to invite you' or 'I didn't mind paying for you' he settled for a simple "I noticed." 

You still maintained eye contact when you reached for your coat. Jungkook took the opportunity and reached for it in a silent offer of help. Of course you let him be a gentleman and offered him a glimpse of your exposed back, which was soon covered by the black cloth the man behind you gently placed on your shoulders.

"When will I see you again?" He asked, mentally kicking himself at his whiny tone. What the fuck had you done to him in such a short time?

"If the opportunity arises..." You whispered. Your answer didn't please either of you, but you didn't want to lie to him. Besides, once the current infatuation subsides and you both get back on track, you'll realize how dangerous - whatever is currently vibrating between you - is. 

Both of you are on the other side of the coin, and neither of you currently stands to lose everything while teetering on the edge.

This has no future.

This night, like the last, you left Jungkook standing outside alone, except this time he's even more confused and has a hard problem in his pants. When he got to his apartment that night, he had to jerk off several times before he got you out of his head.

To be continued

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[sorrowfulwill]

hey so if you’ve noticed my posting has been less “frequent” I guess I mean I posted a lot today but that’s because I was having a mettaton craze and most of that is because of personal stuff

but I’m also working on some projects and I wanted to list a couple so you guys can see some of the stuff I’m working on

of course I’ll probably be doing some undertale stuff, gravity falls stuff, Minecraft, etc that I couldn’t list here but these are the main things on my mind right now

I wanted to be a little more transparent about stuff since I feel like my posts have been a bit “dry” especially for the people who followed me for gravity falls and reverse falls content since I’ve kinda just been doing shitposts and mettaton stuff recently

but I assure you bigger stuff is coming but I’m also only one person so it might take a bit

If you want more in depth information about the things listed I’ll put it under here for whoever wants to read

The reverse falls ask blog:

Everything is set up so far but the only thing really challenging me is will.

Will’s design, personality, etc I feel like it all has to be perfect. I want him to be unique. I’ve been switching back and forth with making the story serious to silly to serious to silly blah blah blah yknow.

I have an artstyle in mind but it doesn’t fit very well for Will’s design. So that’s something I need to work on.

The OC comic:

Im less focused on this since my oc isn’t really a big thing.

So far I haven’t really had people asking about their story and that’s ok so right now it’s kind of just a half baked idea but I still want to give a bit of a backstory on how my character turned out so koo-koo Mary sue.

I would spoil it but I’m saving it for if someone asks or if I actually make the damn thing

The Bureau of 7 story and character designs:

If you saw my character design based on the deadly sin of lust he’s one of the big boy villains in the story.

Right now I’m more focused on the oc character designs than the big story since thinking on its own is harder than drawing out my thinking.

It’d probably be on wattpad but I’ll show you the story once I’ve yknow..actually made the damn chapter.

Robux Commissions

Commissions in robux because I don’t have any PayPal or anything..it’s kinda self explanatory.

It’s not for any urgent reason I just wanna actually be making shit for any type of profit and I also want an excuse to play Roblox again. It’ll probably be a temporary thing until I get a money transferring stuff thing

Date Night Parasite

A mini comic in order for me to both test my comic making skills and show off a cool idea I had

The premise of the comic being about someone going on a date with someone they met on a dating app until the person finds out who they’re dating is a literal parasite that has the urge to gain sustenance off their mortal flesh and energy but still wants a relationship…somehow and trying to find a way to compromise to make the relationship work

Oc stories and redraws of old art

Another character story I’ve been trying to develop but haven’t posted jack about it.

It’s a bit more well thought out than the bureau of seven since it’s been in my brain for awhile now

I would also explain this one’s plot but it is very..very..verrrryyy complicated and hard for me to explain.

And the art redraws are also decently self explanatory

So yeah. I pray I can get these things done and over with tbh especially the ask blog that’s been eating away at my souls for months I tell you

good chat byeee

#hey hey #kinda important post for people who want to know what’s going on #artwork #reverse falls #artists on tumblr #oc struggles #oc artist #art #comic stuff #personal stuff #blog update #stuff update in general #stupid #gf tag #oc comic

[bvannn]

Weekly Update April 5, 2024

This week has had ups and downs. I did get two snow days, which I mainly used for homework but did get a fair amount of art stuff done as well. The beginning and end of the week, including today, I’ve had awful flareups and I really don’t want to move my legs. I also had a very important doctor appointment regarding that cancel right after I wrote my last weekly update, so last weekend wasn’t the best but I did find another clinic to do it first thing on Monday so luckily it wasn’t dragging me down all week. That appointment has been split into two, the first meeting in May and the second in August. Those are a ways out but the May one is sooner than the other clinic was going to. Anyway point is I’m doing pretty bad right now but I’ve done what I can about it so no one needs to be concerned. I did some art stuff as well.

Last night I tried to get licensing done for that cover song I finished, but looks like I need to wait a bit longer for that, since the release date needs to be clearer. I’ll try to put more time into the video for that, just so I don’t have completed work that isn’t publishable for as long. Once I have more time, which I believe I should this weekend, I’ll try to really push for getting music video boarded. Once it’s boarded I’ll decide if I want to do it in flash or csp, although I’m anticipating that it will most likely be a mix of both. Whatever makes production faster, on a shot by shot basis. Most likely won’t need to make another full blown rig. Outline work will be a bigger priority.

Comic was the other big priority this week, and it’s is going well. I got the first page laid out, and all but 2 panels done. I don’t anticipate lettering being too big a challenge so that’ll probably go quick. Tonight or this weekend I’ll try to finish up that page and get going on the next, which is only 3 panels so it should be faster (although one of those panels is pretty complicated but it’s fine it’ll go quick enough). Real happy with how everything is going there. Have done bits of writing for future ‘episodes’ as well in spare time, so hopefully I can dive right into a second issue after the first.

Music has also been chugging along. I’m mainly focusing on the Zelda medley and the other vocal cover for now, since I’m really happy with how they sound so far. Vocal cover needs backing vocals, harmony vocals, a couple other touch ups, and a solo and it’s done, and the Zelda medley is still down to me picking instruments, which seems to be the hardest part of music making atm. Once those two are done I’ll take another crack at the ones I’ve had on the back burner, and hopefully time myself so I can eventually offer music as a commission option. I’m not going to put it up as an option until I can price it properly and figure out how quickly I can get a song done when I’m not distracted. Don’t want to keep customers waiting!

Other writing projects are a bit stuck due to artblock, although if I have time later today I’ll try to take a bite out of either. Epithet TTRPG is in a tough spot because I know what I want the session to look like: a scooby doo style whodunnit mystery at a science fair, but the problem is figuring out the villain’s plan, since it’s going to have to be at least partially disconnected from the overarching story. Songwriting is also stuck because I’m just plain bad at rhymes, simple as. Of the two songs awaiting lyrics one is 2/3 done the other is like 15% done if that. If I can find time I’d love to just have a dedicated time block where I just sit and write, but the other projects are higher priority.

Next week will probably get messy with homework again after the weekend, so I’ll probably only be able to partially board the music video and maybe finish up the comic page I’ve been working on and start the next. I don’t anticipate a lot of activity. I’m still a. It messed up medically but I’m trying to figure out how to stabilize myself during flareups enough to still at least get writing done. It’s hard, things are hard. I’m still trying though.

#weekly update

[winns-stuff]

LO APPRECIATION:

Okay, sadly I don’t have much information on this being and I’m not sure what to call them since she was a side character but y’all remember that cat banker that Hades intimidated for doing her job? Yeah, we’re celebrating her today. Let’s all clap because she deserves so much respect.

What’s insane to me is that she got mistreated by Hades at work during his so called “love arc” and yet no one bats an eye? Now imagine if this was Demeter everyone would be so fucking pissed. The blatant hypocrisy of it all is infuriating to me because I’m tired of this “let’s hold this character accountable but ignore the character who does worser shit!!” like no, if you’re really about holding characters accountable I expect there to be no biases or anything because Hades has been the absolute biggest menace in this whole comic and it needs to be addressed or else I’ll uproot myself and I don’t even know how to do it or what that means.

My thing with this interaction is that it was so disgusting. That whole episode made me want to rip out my spleen, how the hell are you going to get mad at that lady for following basic bank orders? She asks for Persephone’s ID and instead of just going to get her one Hades gets fucking furious are you serious? Why does everyone just look the other way with that? The fact that the employees are terrified of him coming and have to prepare themselves for his attitude is completely and utterly wretched. Like this isn’t the first time Hades has gone out of his way to abuse his powers just for Persephone’s sake, and I think it’s fucking ridiculous. Don’t you think she’ll need an ID to interact with your modern and up to date world? Don’t you think she’ll need to learn things on her own because she’s going to be down there? Or does Hades just like her having the IQ of a fucking donut and likes the fact that she HAS to depend on him for regular everyday shit.

This isn’t what respect looks like folks. If I’m in a relationship with you and you feel the need to spoon feed me every bit of information and keep things from me for my sake we might as well not even be together. It’s not a relationship it’s a paternal thing that we’re trying to mark as a relationship. Think about it, Hades helps Persephone with everything, explains everything to her, lends her money, protects her, and speaks on her behalf. Who does that remind you of? A father. Hades is taking the role of a father and Persephone the child because she’s retaining all of this information from him and him only, many other people have already told her things that Hades had to dumb down for her but she only listens to Hades about it? Who else does that? A young child with their parents because they know them and they have the upmost trust with them. It’s giving Father-Daughter and I’m so upset no one calls this stuff out, it’s sick to even create something like this and market it as a romance. Romance is an art form between two souls, it’s beautiful and messy, passionate and determined, creative yet powerful. Romance is so important in literature and movies and Love is a key thing that makes us who we are, it shouldn’t be used like this.

Anyways, back to the gorgeous bank manager and her employee. I loved her design I thought it was so cute and really unique, her eyes stood out and I loved the way her outfit complimented her.. fur? Everything went well with it and she’s literally the only thing I enjoyed in that chapter cause she was so breathtaking she deserves the world and more because god… The way she was treated made me want to eat a damn tree. It was so angering cause he didn’t even have to do that at all it was unnecessary and completely immature.

I loved her little personality too, she seems like the type of person to get things done and I respect that a lot because it’s a refreshing character trait from the main cast. She also seems approachable, likable, charming, kind, encouraging, responsible, and overall wonderful. I love her and I would love to see a webtoon only starring her cause let’s be real, someone needs to guide Hades on how to be a better boss and king, and who else to do it then the queen herself? The bank manager.

Anyways, sadly that’s all I can say about her since we know so little but genuinely I’m so upset how overlooked and ignored she was in that episode. She didn’t deserve any of that for doing her job, Hades deserves to get fucking fired fuck him. Also sorry for the little rant but I was trying to refresh my memory of her and I had to sorta read the episode, update that shit gave me a migraine with how shitty he was. I’m really at my limit if I see Hades mistreat another innocent bystander literally doing nothing I might make a 20 paragraph post about how disgusting and vile I think he is because there’s no words to describe the things I wanna talk about with him. My hate for him is genuinely with the passion of a million suns, he’s terrible. Anyways, love her and her magnificent employees <3

#lo critical #anti lore olympus #anti lo #lo hades

[writingkitten]

I painted my nails today and it got me thinking... which molina character would be the best at painting their S/O's nails and who would be the worst?

Ooooooooh okay this is so cute here we goooooo:

- Otto/Doc: both before and after the accident, he is a PRO! I mean, he has to be super precise in his work, those hands are steady and nimble (great for other stuff too wink wink)

- Ricardo: secretly good at it. He would only reveal this to his s/o, but he painted Karina’s nails when she was younger and loved every minute of it (father-daughter bonding time!!!) so he’s got the technique down. Not professional-level quality, but still REALLY good.

- Robert: my sweet teddy bear, he tries his best, but because he’s trying so hard his hands shake from nerves and thus the nail polish is kinda messy (s/o still loves it though and wears it proudly)

- Harding: similar to Otto, he has to have steady hands for his work. Surgical precision, literally. He’s perfect at it.

- Andres: purposefully sloppy, to mess with his s/o. Loves the quality time he gets out of it, but would rather just pay for their nails to be done.

- Diego: he would SUCK at it. He paints large, expansive murals! He’d try too hard to prove he could paint on such a small scale, and get more nail polish on himself than on his s/o’s nails.

- Harold: not terrible, but definitely not great. Comically bad, him and his s/o giggling over it the whole time.

- Manuel: paints his s/o’s nails as if it were some sacred rite. Also somehow able to do intricate details? Don’t ask me how, he just can.

- Chandler: horrible. Miserable. Barely tries (because he’s touching his s/o’s hands and looking at their fingers and oh god he has to feel them on him RIGHT NOW). Highest number of nails ever painted in one sitting: three.

- Edelweiss: can paint the fucking Mona Lisa on their nails like wtf

- Horvath: listen. Painting nails with magic? A fucking master. Doing it by hand, no magic involved? Results look like the work of a toddler. Tries to use sharpies at one point, arguing that the material doesn’t matter as long as it looks good.

- Dick: anxious 25/7. Hands extra shaky around s/o. Would be terrible. HOWEVER! The more relaxed and comfortable he got with his s/o, the easier it’d get. It would take time, but he’d get the hang of it.

- Arden: “you want me to paint your nails? here’s my card, go get a manicure” (jk he’d be down to do it and it’d turn into a slumber party i.e. gossiping, singing along to cheesy songs, face masks, horror movies, etc)

- Boris: it’d take FOREVER to get it done because he’d spend the entire time cataloguing every minute detail of his s/o’s hand, taking care to be gentle and sweet, and the end result would be GORGEOUS. But be ready to give up like six hours of your time (worth it).

- Dunlop: similar to Ricardo, surprisingly good! That’s because my HC is that he has a little sister and when he was a teenager, she (age ranging from 4 to 8 y/o) would burst into his room with her nail kit and beg him to paint her nails so duh of course he did

I chose some of my favorites, so I’m sorry if I missed one you guys would want! Message me and I’ll do them! This was so fun omg

#ask #otto octavius #ricardo morales #robert aldrich #Harding Hooten #harold Lindsey-Jones #dr edelweiss #Diego Rivera #Sgt Steven Dunlop #stephen arden #dick suskind #bishop Manuel Aringarosa #maxim horvath #chandler manning #andres galan #boris plots #alfred molina #doc ock

[jojolovenotes]

joseph and 23!

Meet Cutes: 23. going for the same book at the library

As soon as Joseph entered the library he knew he was definitely out of his element. The only books he ever touched were the comic kind, and even then, he mostly flipped through the pages rather than actually paying attention to the story. The only reason he had come in here today was because he promised his granny Erina that he’d stop by on the way home to pick up a book for her. As much as he wanted to ask for help to find the right section where the book would be, he felt as though most of the employees were just trying to avoid him. Well, whatever - he’d just have to find this book on his own. It seemed like such a chore, but it seemed a lot easier than trying to find an employee that would most likely ignore him. 

As for you, you already knew where you were headed. You frequented the library fairly often, and this was just a weekly visit to go and pick something new. You never really had a plan on what book you were going to read really, you just roamed around the aisles to see anything that might pique your interest. Soon enough you found the aisle and the book that you felt were going to be the next one for you! It was a bit high up though, and while you went to go look for a step stool it seemed someone else had been in the same aisle as you now. You set the stepstool down and reached for the book, although it seemed the stranger in the aisle had been reaching for the same one as well. 

“Hey! Hands off! I need that for my granny!” Joseph was quick to say, which earned him some ‘shushes’ from a few people nearby. 

“Sorry, but I actually saw that book first…” You didn’t want to cause any trouble, but had it not been for grabbing that stepstool you definitely would’ve been able to get to the book first! “I just needed to get this so I could reach it.”

“Not my problem, shorty.” Joseph huffed. Man, this was going to be his ticket to get on Granny Erina’s good side, if he leaves without this book then he’s definitely going to get an earful!

“You’re not even going to read it! You even said it wasn’t for you.” You pointed out, your hand was still holding the spine of the book, but so was Joseph’s. He didn’t intend on letting go anytime soon.

“And I said it’s for my granny. Do you really wanna make an old lady sad, huh?” Joseph nudged his arm just a little, hoping to encourage you to let go. 

“Well, no, but…” You loosened your grip on the book just a little bit.

That was enough for Joseph to swipe it from you. 

“That’s what I thought, shorty! Better luck next time.” Joseph grinned, feeling accomplished that he was successful, but damn, he didn’t expect to feel so bad seeing that sad look in your eyes like that. 

“Hey… Come on. Don’t be sad. I mean it’s just a library book, after my granny is done with it then you can have it so…” Joseph said and offered an awkward smile in your direction, he wasn’t good at this stuff. 

“It’s just… I was really looking forward to reading that. It gets checked out pretty quickly…” You continued on, but, then again if this guy wanted the book for his grandma then maybe it was best to let him have it first. 

“Arrgh… Look. How about this? We can exchange phone numbers and when my granny is done I’ll make sure you get it, alright?” Joseph hoped that would be good enough.

“Really? You mean it? Sure, that sounds good!” You felt happier already! You were quick to get a piece of paper from your bag to be able to write down your phone number for him. Come to think of it, this guy was actually pretty cute now that you got a better look at him. 

Joseph had been thinking the same about you… First that cute little pout you made when you were sad about not getting the book, and now getting an even better look - maybe it was a good thing that you two reached for the same book. Score! Now that the two of you have exchanged numbers, Joseph can definitely give you the book when his granny is done with it but he could also ask you out on a date!

“Thanks, I’ll call you real soon. Uh, my name’s Joseph Joestar by the way! You’ll hear from me soon! I gotta get home before my granny gets mad… See ya!” Joseph was quick to check out the book and head out. On his way home he realized he forgot to ask for your name! At least now he really did have an excuse to call you sooner rather than later.

#received transmission ✨ #f/o games ✨ #ships: Joseph #spaceispeachy #queue ✨

[thefloofartist]

Lilith Fairen’s lying continues...

This sort of “discourse“ is why I stopped engaging with the vast majority of RWBY community since 2020. I really hate repeating myself, but I’m basically only here on this Tumblr posting right now because of these lies that keep getting perpetuated without anyone bothering to shut it down out of fear of retaliation by Lilith Fairen or Canonseeker harassing them.

If you have a question about me, or want clarification on something that someone has said about me, just ask me directly and I’ll try to answer it for you. Otherwise I’m pretty much working and drawing 24/7.

I will go through each lie one section at a time and address them individually. I will also refer to Fairen as “You” here, since this post is for her to see and my language is directed towards her.

“TheFloofArtist is a guy who got so pissed over Adam’s death” -

I never liked Adam. I never got mad over his death. You want to hear my thoughts on Adam, which is one of the few things that hasn’t changed about me over the years?

I’ve often referred to Adam as a Reddit incel with ugly hair dye with stupid writing that makes him comically unlikable. Adam is just outright awful both in personality and writing. I DO NOT LIKE ADAM. I HATE HIM. But let’s have a hypothetical here. Suppose I did like Adam. (I don’t.) You’re implying that anyone who likes Adam (I don’t.) means that they’re just as bad as he is. Adam is a fictional character from a show. Someone liking a character who does atrocious things doesn’t mean that they too believe in committing those same atrocious things, or share the same values as that character. You must separate these two things, not conflate them.

“that he made a terrible photoshop of Blake stabbing Yang instead”

I never made that photoshop image. I stole it from Facebook and reposted it to my old Twitter 3+ years ago. You can’t even get the details of your lie right, as Yang and Blake are stabbing each other. It wasn’t a one-way stabbing. Not that it matters because I didn’t make the image you’re accusing me of. I was just unfortunate and stupid enough to post it to my Twitter account back then because I thought it was a funny edit and my sense of humor at that point in time was maximum edge, minimum substance. I wouldn’t find it funny at all now, it’s just a stupid edit.

“and spammed it at Blake and Yang’s VAs and Bumblebee fans.”

I never “spammed” that image to anyone. I made one post with it (on my own account, mind you!) that got a ton of circulation due to quote retweets from other users who were upset with the image. That’s not “spam”, that’s a lie you invented to make me sound worse. I also never spam images to anyone, because on Twitter, doing so clogs up the “Media” tab with each individual copy of the image, and I use my Media tab as a way to navigate and find old artwork I’ve posted. If I truly spammed images, anything I posted prior to that would get buried and I’d never be able to find it again. If anyone is going around and spamming this image in 2022 (the post in qustion being from 2019, you really had to dig for that one), it’s both you and Canonseeker.

Onto the next lie.

“Floof has an obsessive vendetta against Barbara Dunkleman”

I’ll be honest. I don’t care that Barbara said, “It’s a cartooooon!” at me. Yes, haha, funny meme, but your wording here implies I’m actively trying to get back at Barbara over what she said. I don’t. I really, truly, do not care that Barbara said that. Your wording makes it sound like I spend my waking hours plotting to retaliate for some grave injustice done to me, when the truth is I barely remember Barbara even exists. When I woke up today and saw your Tumblr post, that was the first time in almost a year that I had to bother remembering who she was. Fairen, you don’t know me, so don’t speak for me on how I feel about anything.

“because she mocked an obvious bait question”

No, it wasn’t a bait question, but it was one I was very careful about when coming up with it. I asked about a plot hole (How did Jaune obtain Pyrrha’s weapons after the Fall of Beacon?) and the idea was to see if the writers thought about it. If I got the same answer from both of them, it means they did think about it. If I got two different answers, it means they didn’t even consider the idea. I got the latter. And I even got a proper answer from Kerry that would address that plot hole perfectly fine. (When Qrow went up the tower to get Ruby, he also got Pyrrha’s gear then.) That’s all there was to it. You weren’t there, you don’t get to interpret things for other people.

“he asked at a convention.”

You mean RTX 2017. It’s not just “a convention”, aren’t you a big RT fan? Do you not know what RTX is? Come on, if you’re going to lie, do a better job and at least have some of details right.

Onto the last set of lies.

“All of that made him a bit of a celebrity among ‘hatedom’ communities”

No, I was barely a presence in them even then but especially now with lack of making any kind of content. The numbers don’t lie either - I’ve been perpetually stuck at 2000 subscribers for years now. I also don’t like being referred to as a “celebrity” when I know I am a nobody you use as an easy punching bag for validation from others. I’ve said it before too, I know my place in the RWBY fandom. I’m not a big name, I’m just someone who has some video-editing software and can draw. That’s it.

“who embrace rational individuals like him and the kind of rational things he says about people who make and enjoy a cartoon he doesn’t like.”

Thanks, because I’d rather engage and discuss things with other people. Just block me and move on. I already have you blocked because I don’t want to see anything you post but people keep sending me your posts talking about me. I will ask you this one last time, but you need to stop. Find something else to do with your life. Get a hobby away from the computer. If I was once an edgy shitlord until I decided to be my actual self instead of the stupid facade I put on, you can stop being an edgy shitlord too.

#lilith fairen

[mindful-hempress]

Tagged by @apotypocalypse

Random questions (I was late to answer, but thanks for the tag!)

1.     Which celeb would you want as your other BFF and why?

I'm not big on celebs, but if I had to pick one it would be Phil Lamar, because of his voice impersonations. I love to laugh, so imagine being around someone who can randomly change their voice.

3.     What’s the last lie you told??

I told myself that I was going to get some work done today, but I know that’s a lie! 

4.     When’s the last time you felt inspired to create something?

Every day I feel inspired to create something. Rather it’s writing, cooking, artwork, etc.

5.     What’s your favourite dessert?

 6.     If you were an animal, what would you be?

I would be a chinchilla, soft, cuddly, and agile.

7.     Have you ever used a dating app?

Hell no! That is too much effort for me to meet a person. 

8.     What’s your No.1 karaoke song?

I don't do karaoke, but when I was a little girl I got a karaoke machine and my favorite song to sing on it was Achy Breaky Heart. Only by default though. There were only 5 songs to choose from. You won’t catch me singing Achy Breaky Heart nowadays lol!

9.     Have you even been on a blind date?

Oh God, nooo!

10.  If a song played every time you entered a room, what would it be?

Where Is My Mind? by the Pixies. The title of the song is the perfect explanation.

11.  When’s the last time you got to really experience nature?

 Sunday, the woods is my favorite place to be!

12.  What’s an unexpected movie that makes you cry?

Antlers, I had to watch a little boy lose his dad and baby brother while they transform into Wendigos. I didn't cry, but it was hard to hold back a tear with the baby brother’s scene. It was supposed to be a scary movie, but it had my emotions everywhere.

13.  Do you consider yourself religious or spiritual?

Religion and spirituality are damn near the same thing. People just like to argue and call it different names. But yes I consider myself so.

14.  If you could listen to a one singer or band for the rest of your life, who would you choose?

Just one? But I need music or I’ll wilt away!  

15.  What was the last movie you watched in a theatre?

Prometheus was the last. Fuck, that was a long time ago.

16.  Who is your hero?

In the comics, Wonder Woman. In video games, Shepard from Mass Effect. In real life, the many whole-hearted people who devote themselves to the many aspects of this world, and try to make it a better place for us all to co-exist.

17.  What is your favourite animated film?

Spider-Man Into The Spider-Verse 

#tag thing #me things #mutuals #random questions