#If I make more I make more; if I don't I don't. Y'know?

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Leona Kingscholar - Club Wear Voice Lines

Club Wear Leona does not have a vignette.

When Summoned: Do as I say and I'll give you your just reward: A little thing I know you all love called victory.

Summon Line: 'Kay then, let's get this match started already. Y'know, and be all "sportsmanship-like".

Groooovy!!: There's no such thing as a miraculous win. The strongest, smartest team comes out on top... That's all it is.

Home: Guess I'll go an make light work of 'em.

Home Idle 1: Ruggie's always finding ways to slack off during practice, but he actually does okay during matches. But that's 'cause he just really wants to win.

Home Idle 2: Booing? Wrong, that's just more cheering. It's great hearing all those noisy people shriek just 'cause they're scared by how strong we are.

Home Idle 3: Epel's got the drive and spirit. Sure, he's got potential, 'cept he's just not that good at remembering the more complicated strategies... Geez.

Home Idle - Login: There's a lot to learn even from losing a match...? What fanciful crud. Results are what matter. There's no point in not winning.

Home Idle - Groovy: You can watch if you want, but... I ain't gonna listen to any complaining if you get hit by a disc or some stray magic bolt.

Home Tap 1: Flying ain't hard at all. All 'cause some fussy hoity-toity chamberlain forced onto me everything he knew.

Home Tap 2: Magical Shift is a sport that requires a ton of strategic thinking. Sometimes tactics need to be switched up on the fly based on the current state of the game... And coming up with those maneuvers are what makes this fun.

Home Tap 3: Only the team captain wears this longer-style jacket. Makes it easier for everyone to know who the boss is, don't it?

Home Tap 4: My brother considers Magical Shift to just be a national pastime. Even though I think it'd make a great resource for tourism if we could put together an elite team for the world league.

Home Tap 5: Shouldn't I go watch the team practice? Listen, our regimen prizes each team member's initiative for self-improvement above all else. Yaaaaawn...

Home Tap - Groovy: Don't bother cheering during the game. It'd be better if you could just keep a tight hold on Grim. He's an eyesore, always jumping around.

Duo: [LEONA]: Epel, just do what I tell you. [EPEL]: Leave it all to me, Leona-san!

Requested by @farfalla049.

#twisted wonderland #twst #leona kingscholar #epel felmier #twst leona #twst epel #twst translation #twst club wear #mention: ruggie #mention: epel #mention: kifaji #mention: falena #mention: grim

[erwinsvow]

i feel like bitchy reader is definitely bossy and demanding and a total princess but in private she’s sweet (still has that bad princess attitude😭) with rafe. like he gets her to a level where she softens.

omg! you get them! ♡

sprawled on rafe's bed with your open magazines and a bottle of pink nail polish—despite how many times rafe had told you to not bring that shit onto his bed—you've made yourself comfortable.

balancing your phone to your ear, you fan your nails with your other hand. one of your friends is on the other line, he can tell you're fed up with whoever it is, even more than usual, by the way you talk to her.

rafe walks in and watches the scene in front of him while you observe your nails and flip another page, dog-earing something that's caught your eye, something he's gonna be buying you soon if you don't buy it yourself first.

"who is it?" he mouthes when you finally look up.

"your stupid sister," you say back at a normal volume, not even blocking the speaker or muting yourself.

"hey! i heard that-" his sister's voice comes through the speaker.

"yeah, i meant you to," you reply, blowing on your nails.

"y'know she's downstairs, right?" rafe asks, though you don't answer, just roll your eyes while you ignore him and continue your conversation.

"anyways, stop chasing people. especially people lower than you. it's embarrassing, sarah."

"stop calling john b 'lower people'!"

"tell him to stop behaving like lower people then. it's not that hard. or maybe you should up your standards."

though he's a little confused by what you're saying, rafe goes back to focusing on the reason he came in here, opening up his laptop. you and sarah keep yapping back and forth, until you finally hang up.

you look up at rafe expectantly the second you hang up the call, but he's too focused on the screen to see you. you set aside the magazines, tightening up the nail polish bottle and setting it on rafe's nightstand carefully—you didn't need another fiasco like the time you spilled it everywhere.

but just like your boyfriend, you were too stubborn to listen to anyone but yourself.

"okay! i'm ready now," you say, sitting up against his headboard.

"ready for what?" rafe asks, still not looking up. you want to chuck the nail polish at him to get his attention, but you foresee it ending badly, settling on tossing one of the magazines instead. it lands with a thud by rafe's feet. "huh?" just confused, not angry, he picks it up and sets it down on his desk before looking at you.

"i'm ready to hang out now." for all your stubbornness, even the irritating way you fight with him and somehow always have a better comeback ready than he does, when he looks at you, it's hard to hold back a smile.

"what about twenty minutes ago when i was ready to hang out, huh?" you roll your eyes.

"oh, shut up, liar. you came to get your laptop."

"you don't know that."

"if you came to hang out, you would have come here and hung up the call." you say it matter-of-factly, looking up at him with an irritatingly pretty smile, the one reserved for when you're reading him for filth.

"shut up." he closes the laptop and makes his way to you anyways, but when you curl into his chest and get quiet for a moment, he has a hard time remembering what the two of you were even talking about to begin with.

and though you would never admit it, you don't either.

#silly sorry its all that came to mind but #<333 #you get them #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #bitchy reader

[chosokamosbf]

(N)SFW JASON TODD / RED HOOD HCs.

☆ 18+ only/no minors.

WARNINGs: 18+, gn (gender non-implied)! reader, daddy/mommy kink, mentions of abuse (jason nor reader are doing it), minor mention of blood, sub/dom, pain play, fear play, "prey/predator," brat taming, reader is referred to as "prince(ss)" and "sweetheart" once.

WORD COUNT: 900-ish+

Based on canon, I firmly believe he's on the ace spectrum, specifically demisexual. And even then, he rarely experiences sexual attraction at all for his partners. This isn't because he doesn't love them (enough) or any other assumptions similar to that; it just doesn't happen much.

Furthermore, as much as he'll indulge you here and there if you do, (sexual) intimate moments with Jason would be far and few between, making them all the more important to him.

He's a switch, leaning on dom and top. Mostly because he likes the control and is more comfortable that way. Getting him to be submissive instead is a gradual endeavor. He doesn't hate it; it just takes a lot of patience and trust.

First and foremost on actual kinks, I think Jason has a thing for "daddy," both on the receiving and giving ends. He likes the title, and he's definitely the type to whisper something like, "C'mere, sweetheart. Give daddy a kiss." in even private, innocuous moments just to mess with you.

(Note: I don't think he'd have as much of a mommy kink because—y'know.)

Rough sex is a top favorite of his. This goes hand in hand with play wrestling as a form of foreplay, breathing heavily down on his partner just to continue that energy into bed with sweat-slick bodies. It's less about "winning," and more about being allowed to confide in someone in a way and the fun that can come with it. He wouldn't be against being the sub in this situation either, even if his partner is weaker than him, because he knows how important control can be in bed, so he'll let them win. Sometimes. He trusts you, and he wants you both to feel good.

Degradation/praise wise, he'll give either out depending on the moment. He's going to tease and utter dirty shit like, "C'mooon, prince(ss). You're sounding like a real whore for someone who didn't want it a couple minutes ago—" if you tried to struggle against. It depends more on the moment than position because he could be pounding into you and huffing out praise right next to your ear with what little air he's catching, to riding you, telling you to keep up while his head is already thrown back.

He enjoys pegging a lot, but as always, it's going to take some convincing to get him to comply.

Brat taming is another go-to of his, along with sub/dom. On the other end, it seems to be a near equal opposite—he's not into it, and it can get uncomfortable real fast. There's a few times he'll indulge himself, and they're all after more intense days to sort of solidify the trust he has in you. You're not going to hurt him; he's still in control in a way.

He doesn't seem like he'd like being on the receiving end of any sort of pain play. He already deals with chronic pain on a day-to-day basis. To have it overwhelm one of the few aspects of intimacy that he loves and simultaneously take his head off things for once just doesn't seem like it'd be enjoyable for him. No, on the giving end—

(Note: I'm not into pain play myself, nor do I even know what even makes it enjoyable for people, so I'll be segmenting this with fear play and "prey/predator.")

It wouldn't be something he'd ever bring up, far from it, but if it's what you like, he'll gladly take a knife in a steady hand to softly trace it down from your stomach to your underwear. In a smile almost cruel, he'd drag it across just enough so a few drops could be licked back up if you asked nicely enough again.

Jason knows you're just asking for it if you're weaker than him and bring up the idea of a different kind of foreplay. He'd pick a place, somewhere with a lot of spots you could try to hide away and run to (an abandoned office of sorts is the best go; he's not going to risk infections).  Just for him to stalk, pin you down with ease. If the spot he found his little prey in isn't satisfactory (or clean) enough, he'd have no qualms settling you over his shoulder like a sack and manhandling you where he wants it.

He definitely isn't going to go too far, though. As well-trained as he is, he's going to be especially attentive after any scenes involving that. Sadism isn't a big one for him. He'll enjoy it in the moment but then feel real guilty afterwards, so, just as a reminder, aftercare goes both ways.

I don't know why some people think he's into "dark" (ex. pedo stuff such as ageplay and actual rape.) kinks when he's canonically and literally has hunted down murdered several (sexual) abusers before. If you try to break boundaries, he's going to be reconsidering the relationship, and quite possibly if he even knew you as a person.

On a lighter note, consent is a big thing for him, and he's also big on aftercare. A go-to would be a bath for the both of you (stuffing the sheets in the washer right before and bandaging any "scratches" if need be.), then cuddling. Depending on whether he has the energy, he'll pop something in the microwave real quick. (Takeout is usually a last resort because the last thing he wants while enjoying the afterglow with a partner is social interaction with a stranger.)

If you wear make-up and it gets ruined by the end, like in the latter part of the previous section, if he can, he's going to help you wipe off the mess and maybe help you reapply it as a form of care.

#i am so sorry . for the truck load of tags coming up #jason todd x reader #jason todd x gn reader #dc comics x reader #red hood x reader #red hood x gn reader #red hood dc #jason todd smut #jason todd imagine #dc comcis #mine #daddy kink tw #fear play tw #abuse mention #gn reader

[ms-cartoon]

Y'know what, now that I think about it, I don't think Blitzo should even have feelings for Stolas.

I mean-- no shit right? There are plenty of reasons to not be romantically involved with Stolas. But you really gotta think about these reasons.

Not only does Stolas have a daughter, but Blitzo also has a daughter. A daughter whom he adores more than anything. Not to say Loona really cares about Blitzo's love life (doesn't seem like she does). That's not what this is about. Just saying that I feel like Blitzo should imagine himself in Stolas's shoes. He has a daughter who, unlike Loona, actually wants his attention, wants to spend time with him, and doesn't want to feel like her dad cares more about anything than her. Knowing Blitzo, he would LOVE that! He would love it if Loona actually felt how Octavia felt. If Loona wanted to spend time with Blitzo, I'm pretty sure Blitzo wouldn't hesitate to drop anything to be with his daughter. So when you think of someone like Stolas, someone who would continuously have relations with some random stranger, neglecting Octavia, ruining his (father/daughter) relationship and dynamic with her??

Why would Blitzo want any sorta of relationship with someone like that, as a father who would never neglect his daughter and couldn't want anything more than spend time with her even when she doesn't want to. Shouldn't Blitzo be disgusted with Stolas? You'd think that at some point in time, Blitzo would be the one to tell him, "Look, I know I'm doing this for my job, but you got a daughter who wants your attention and doesn't want you doing this. I know I would give anything to be with my Loony. So why don't we cut whatever this is and make some sort of other exchange so your daughter doesn't hate you?"

If anything, I think that should be the main reason why Stolas wants to drop the deal himself! The line--

"This transaction between us . . . i-it's not right anymore. I just want someone to care for."

That shouldn't be about Stolas wanting something more than a friends-with-benefits relationship with Blitzo. It should be about him focusing on Octavia and being a FATHER!! You say you want someone to care for, my guy *pushes Octavia in front of him* HERE YA GO!!

Just thought I put that revelation out there.

#helluva boss criticism #helluva boss critique #helluva boss critical #critique #anti helluva boss #helluva boss blitzo #blitzo #blitzo critical #blitzo criticism

[yanderes-galore]

Oooh since you want dark stuff how would yandere Alastor who falls for the reader , deal with love rivals 👀

You know he's planning something horrible.

Yandere! Alastor dealing with rivals

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic (Dubious on true intentions)

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Sadism, Violence, Blood, Murder, Threats, Mentioned torture, Forced companionship/relationship.

You can bet that Alastor doesn't want anyone touching what's his.

He is a demon who knows what he wants... and will get it no matter what it takes.

Honestly, he'd be bad if he didn't own your soul... and even worse if he did.

I mean... we've seen how scary he can get in the show, right?

For example, remember when he was protecting the Hotel?

Yeah....

Except... if he feels someone has wronged him by touching you... then he'll draw things out.

Trust me, Alastor will know if someone had gotten too close to you.

He can almost smell another demon's stink on you.

This concept will focus on general behavior with demons, although with bigger names his approach would be different.

For example, Vox.

The Overlord most likely wouldn't get close to you without Alastor knowing.

For this concept... maybe you have some friends who are lesser demons.

Another thing we've seen is how others act around Alastor.

Y'know... other demons run and hide or just straight up... well... die.

So imagine if you had friends who felt they could be close to you.

Honestly, Alastor tolerated it since they seemed brave enough to stand before him.

Or stupid... it depends.

If you were talking to your friend or a potential partner... Alastor would interrupt.

I think the exchange would be even scarier if he did own your soul.

He acts charismatic as usual.

He pulls you aside and against him, a permanent grin as he greets those around you.

He's oddly charming... even though he's irritated that he has to share what's his with them.

Perhaps to even prove a point he'll summon the chain around your neck.

If that doesn't show ownership... then they're dense.

He's possessive... ears flicking as he introduces himself.

They better know he's an Overlord.

Alastor can do basic intimidation like any other demon, but the fun part to him is more... violent.

Perhaps your "friends" aren't swayed by his presence.

Maybe they actually try to stand up for you.

Maybe they try to court you anyways?

Or maybe someone hurts you...?

Point is, if they haven't died yet, they will.

Alastor sees no issue in a bit of torture.

He's probably done far worse.

A quick death is merciful for those Alastor considers rivals.

However, if you had a lover or someone similarly close... Alastor likes to drag out their fate.

His own intentions with you are dubious at best.

Can't really call him a lover, can't really call him a friend...

Perhaps he's a master? Even then... you can never read him.

Alastor would love to tie a rival down and play with them a bit.

He'd get as bloody as he wants, he'd listen to their screams like it's the radio.

He can only laugh as they beg.

No one messes with the radio demon's things.

They should've cowered away like the rest.

Now they're dead at Alastor's claws, all while he whistles away and prepares to see you again.

When you don't see them again, you aren't dumb.

You have a feeling they've angered Alastor.

If you were close with this person or tried to use them to get away from Alastor... He'd make you listen to their screams.

Alastor enjoys dealing with rivals.

He thrives off their pain, this is the same demon who's kill Overlords after all.

Safe to say... you aren't getting away from Alastor.

No one's going to be able to help you...

Their screams are a warning to behave for Alastor... even if you hate it.

"Oh, Darling! You have new friends~ This'll be fun, won't it~?"

#yandere hazbin hotel #yandere alastor #yandere hazbin hotel x reader

[storm-driver]

hi, i have feelings about cartoon nostalgia and the audience perception of them 20 years on

this is gonna read hyper-specific, but bear with me

i refuse to credit butch hartman for the way danny phantom came out during it's first two seasons, at least outside of the initial pitch and the idea of the protagonist having white hair. i know the majority of enthusiasts for this show are more than aware of hartman's antics at this point. these anctics, i won't get into. other people are far more suited to explain that stuff vs me, a random guy on the internet. but there's very specific topics that i don't often see get brought up in detail, like the production and staff behind this show.

i'll get into it below the cut so as not to clutter your dashboard. but if you're not familiar with the actual production history of danny phantom, this might be interesting to read.

it's common knowledge these days that stephen silver is the one who developed the design for danny based on hartman's original rough sketches. the similarity between each drawing is apparent, but you can see clear as day which design was gonna be more apt for animation and overall audience allure back in 2003.

he also did character designs for hartman's other poster child, Fairly Oddparents. the trend is similar, though far from a huge concern. character design overhauls happen all the time in media production. designs might be too complicated for animation, so they get stripped down. or maybe things aren't complex enough and more nuance needs to be added. that's normal stuff, and i am not dunking on hartman for not nailing danny's design right out the gate. i'm pointing this out in case you've ever looked at butch hartman's recent work and wondered "how are these done by the same artist?"

the answer is they weren't. hartman had to adapt to stephen silver's conceptual designs in order to work on the storyboards. take from that what you will.

onto the actual writing.

butch barely wrote a single episode for this show's first two seasons.

steve marmel helped write at least 28 episodes of the original two seasons, with writers like sib ventress and marty isenberg bringing a good amount of episodes to the table, as well.

butch hartman is credited primarily for directing and storyboarding this show. the episode pitch and writing was by other people almost entirely. the ONLY episodes in the first two seasons that hartman is credited with having written are mystery meat, one of a kind and splitting images. and he's credited with co-writing these episodes alongside steve marmel and mark banker. ie, he did not write these episodes on his own. and allegedly, butch hartman had a tendency to be credited as a writer for an episode, even if he only wrote a few lines of dialogue. again, take from that what you will.

past that in season 3, he wrote infinite realms, torrent of terror, forever phantom, urban jungle, and ofc, phantom planet. which a lot of people know, these episodes in particular weren't the most enjoyable, nor was the overall direction of them very good.

a director's job is to make sure that the overall tone, feel, and message of the show is being kept consistent with intent. that means meeting with producers, who are the ones managing the, y'know, producing part of the whole project. it may sound like the director is the one heading the project if it's their job to keep things in check. which, i will not deny, hartman must've put in a good deal of work to make the show come out as well as it did.

but pile that with some of the off things per episode. the mean-spirited way that characters tend to be taught lessons, the voice direction getting a drastic change in season 3 (you can hear it explicitly with david kaufman suddenly going for higher pitches instead of the usual one he's done so far). there's really only one consistent motif in the entire show's OST. which isn't a bash against the music producer. it's a concern that the director of the show never asked him to change things up, and ONLY stuck to this one motif.

to briefly touch on the mean-spirited thing. there's multiple instances in the show where danny or someone else is seen fighting back against whatever has given them trouble, or they're taking matters into their own hands to ensure they won't be hurt ahead of time. and repeatedly, the show likes to kick these characters back down for trying to stand up. it's a trend in all of butch hartman's shows, and it's treated more like comedy than anything else. it's up to audience perception on how to view it. but for me personally, it starts to feel like an overused gag and turns into something more malevolent after seeing it overused almost every single episode.

okay besides that, i actually wanna look at specific examples of episodes that steve marmel wrote for. again, this is the guy who's more or less responsible for the show's serialization.

the complete list of episodes is as follows:

Mystery Meat, Parental Bonding, One of a Kind, Attack of the Killer Garage Sale, Splitting Images, What You Want, Bitter Reunions, Prisoners of Love, My Brother's Keeper, Shades of Gray, Fanning the Flames, Teacher of the Year, Fright Night, 13(Thirteen), Public Enemies, Memory Blank, Reign Storm, The Ultimate Enemy, The Fright Before Christmas, Secret Weapons, Flirting with Disaster, Micro Management , Kindred Spirits, and Reality Trip.

multiple episodes listed here are from the first season, which a lot of people consider the show's best. and of the handful listed for season 2, he wrote all of the hour-long specials.

i would be here for hours talking about how steve marmel tackles all of these characters and concepts significantly better than hartman does in season 3. but that's a topic best praised elsewhere. point is, if you watched any of these episodes and thought to yourself "wow, that was actually kinda clever," steve marmel is more or less the guy responsible.

butch hartman was in charge of direction, but that does not give him exclusive credit for every single line of dialogue or plot beat. there could be a LOT we just don't know because people on production staff don't want to comment. but the writing consistency taking a dive off the board by season 3, which is the same season that steve marmel departed from the project due to conflicting direction in the story? you might deduce that butch hartman was not the prized writer and artist behind this otherwise beloved cartoon.

to dredge up an easier-to-tackle target, season 3.

my criticisms are 18-year old echoes at this point, you've heard them all. from otherwise pointless episodes that don't develop the characters or world, to completely out-of-touch writing (looking at you, phantom planet) that juxtaposes the characters with everything we've been told about them so far. it became a slog of a season that didn't have any build-up to it's finale. the occasional gem of an episode like frightmare helped in some aspects. or the promise for something later with d-stabilized. but it all gets swept under the rug thanks to a rushed finale with poor build-up, bad writing direction for the characters, and most importantly, an unlasting effect on the viewer. (or a negative lasting effect, which is arguably worse)

for a season that knew it was on its last leg before inevitably needing to give up, there's seldom few episodes dedicated to advancing an overall narrative, and thus give a slimmer of hope for a satisfying conclusion. instead, the show goes all in with villain-of-the-week stories, and even the returning villains are hardly taken seriously or given more to do besides just being there.

of course, we know the reason steve marmel had left the project was because hartman wanted the show not to taken a more story-focused drive. it almost starts to feel like spite that kept the show so horribly grounded, letting it become stagnant before eventually being forgettable.

all this is in service of letting people know, it really wasn't butch hartman that made the show, not alone. death of the author and all that nonsense aside, he pitched the concept. and it takes a lot of love and dedication to make a concept something you can physically see and adore. don't let him swath in all the credit. recognize the others who made the work you can still enjoy.

#stormy weather #danny phantom #hey guess what i found in my drafts!!! #this is an INCREDIBLY old post #this is dating back to like almost 2016!!! #anyways i rewrote most of it because the og was a lil rough lol #but all of these feelings remain the same to this day #it's kinda wack #a younger me knew what he was feeling #and an older me knows how to say it

[weeping-for-a-ship-isnt-enough]

Sick Days In (Mr. Puzzles/Reader)

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When the Reader gets sick and bedridden, Mr. Puzzles takes it upon himself to help cheer them up (with questionable suggestions).

Header by: @crypticscarecrow <3

Of course— of course! Today just had to be the day, didn't it? Of course your body decided that today, out of the other 365 days in the year, this day, had to be the day you had to be bedridden with a stuffy nose, raspy throat, itchy eyes, and pounding headache.

Never mind the plans you had for today, no! Forget everything you thought you were going to do today, because today, you were going to be in bed suffering with the thought of doing much more productive things than this right now.

Amazing! Awesome! POGGERS! FANTASTIC!

Ugh.

With yet another sniffle, you roll over in your messy bed and stare up at the ceiling, thinking of game plans to catch up with things for tomorrow. You know the gang is patient enough to not berate you in your state, some of them even checked up on you and brought you helpful things; but even then you feel awful for not being productive at all. Even if it wasn't your fault, the guilt overrides the feeling of reassurance from your friends.

On top of that, the fear of missing out is making your situation even worse. You promised you'd help SMG4 with a new video (3 is probably already helping in your absence), go out training with Meggy and Tari (they're probably already having a blast in the training grounds), and (oh god) help Mr. Puzzles with a new script.

Actually, you cannot see him making a script without you, ever since his rehabilitation and integration to the group, he hasn't spent a moment without you. You were his co-writer, his co-host, his co-director, you were all of his co-s! He refuses to not let you have a role in what he makes now. It's rather endearing...

You throw an arm over your eyes, shielding them from the bright light coming through your window.

Honestly, you're surprised he hasn't even texted you yet, yelling where you were and being as dramatic as possible about your disappearance. Knowing him, he's probably terrorizing the group to answer him about your whereabouts, instead of— y'know, checking in your room? He gets so dramatic that he can't even think of the obvious sometimes. But really, it's just charming to you, you laugh whenever it happens. The thought brings a smile to your face, feeling a tiny shine of happiness in your foul and frustrating mood. Funny how it happens, he's not even here and he still brings a smile to your face.

You sniffle again, feeling the gross sensation of your stuffy nose running down before instantly sitting up and getting another tissue for yourself. As you blow into it, a sudden brute force quite literally breaks down your bedroom door with a loud SLAM and CRASH. The sudden noise gives your head a pound of pain, making you flinch and groan loudly as you try to rub the feeling away. When you look up at the remains of your door, you spot none other than Mr. Drama Queen himself, with that crazy realistic look in his screen.

"Fuck! Puzzles!" You curse with a deep frown.

The TV man practically lunges himself to your bed, grabbing you by the shoulders and gripping them as hard as possible (not enough to cause you pain, though). Ignoring the tired and pissed off expression you wear, he leans in dangerously close to you and begins to scream in your face.

"WHO DID THIS TO YOU!? I SWEAR I WILL FIND WHOEVER DID THIS TO MY NUMBER ONE STAR AND KILL THEM—"

"Puzzles, I'm fine— Fuck's sake, stop being so loud, please," you whine at the man, letting yourself be limp to fall back on your pillow. Your attempts are futile, however, because of somebody's hands holding you in place. His screen changes to his crazed-off look, the one that isn't realistically made with eyes and lips but a wide colorful smile and deep shadows above his eyes.

"Well, you don't look fine! You've been in your room all day! You had poor little ol' me worried!"

"Ugh— I don't feel fine, but I am fine. Just a sick day, dude."

"That's why I must find whoever it is that made you contract this awful virus. Nobody gets to make my star actor feel awful and get away with it!" He hisses, slightly shaking you front and back.

This man.

You roll your eyes with an amused smile on your face, you bring your hand to his arm, quietly asking him to stop shaking you. Thankfully, he gets the message.

"Nobody purposefully gave me anything, Puzzles."

"That's what they want you to think." He says with a disdained look. He finally let's go of your shoulders after sitting you up more straight, not even letting you fall back on your bed. Instead, he sits besides you at the edge of your bed, his body and screen facing you directly.

"But— mystery solving aside, how are you feeling?" Mr. Puzzles smiles normally at you, as if just moments ago he didn't go psycho-crazy about killing whatever imaginary person made you sick.

"Like shit," you huff as you fall backwards, leaning against the pillows and the cold wall. A helpful chill to combat that fever (but probably not productive). "I've taken everything for it but it won't take effect until a few more hours."

"Yes, a rather lousy state to be in... That just means I can keep you company until you feel better!" He says in a very chirpy tone, crossing his legs and gently folding his hands together on his knees.

You scoff a smile. "Thanks, but— shouldn't you be working on that script? I don't think you'd like to see me sniffling and— blowing my nose all day."

"Nonsense! I insist. There's nothing I would love more than to bring your spirits up! Even if just a little bit. We can work on that script later when you feel in a better mood."

Your smile only widens, making the corner of your eyes lift and your eyebrows furrow into a softer, appreciative look.

"See! It's already working." The TV gestures at you, obviously proud of the fact he can make you smile.

You hum in agreement, sniffling right after. "Yeah... Thank you."

"Would you like to watch anything in particular?" He offers with a tilt of his head.

"Mm... The Book of Life?"

"Done!" He brings a hand up to his dials and turns one to his left, switching the channel to the movie requested by his favorite star.

As the beginning logos appear, you hum in thought; glancing down at his gloved hands, then back at him, you smile and tilt your head. "Do you want to know why I'm sick today?"

The movie in his face screen pauses, with the symbol on the top right and static lines glitching the image, but he doesn't turn it back to his face. "Very much so."

"Cats." You say with an amused smirk.

"... Cats?"

"I'm allergic to them. I pet one last night and I guess I didn't wash my hands well enough." You nonchalantly shrug.

After a second of silence, Mr. Puzzles' shoulders rise as if he's taking a deep breath and clasps his hands together, pointing his fingers right at you. "... What did the cat look like?"

"Turn the movie back on, I'm not telling you." You huff and scoot a little more to the left, leaving room for Mr. Puzzles to sit on the bed with criss-crossed legs.

"Fine." He reluctantly complies, but deep down you know he never minds playing movies for you. Not you. Never you.

#mr puzzles #mr puzzles smg4 #smg4 mr puzzles #mr puzzles x reader #mr puzzles/reader #smg4 #smg4 puzzlevision #x reader #/reader #puzzlevision arc #smg4 tv adware #ayyy first fic posttt #hope you enjoy <3 #i keep changing and editing a lot of things AND I WILL CONTINUE TO DO IT

[archangeldyke-all]

Sevika getting all soft and whiny as you loving give her the strap. She gets all clingy after she cums her brains out and just wants to be babied and cuddled. Will get mad if you try to get up after cuddles 🙏🏽

hng...

men and minors dni

"'s it feel good, baby?"

you don't really need to ask. you know the answer, you can tell by the way she's clawing at your back, the way her thighs are shivering, her glassy eyes and heart-shaped pupils blinking up at you as she nods.

but, you ask anyways, 'cause you like hearing her talk when she's on bottom.

"so good, so good, baby, y' fuck me so good. i-i need more. fuck, i need--"

"harder?" you guess. sevika whimpers, noddding against your shoulder. she always needs it rougher when she's close to cumming. you don't mind. you just hitch her leg further up, pressing deeper into her.

"ooo-oooh!" she whines. you start nipping at her lips, her jaw open as she gasps and sputters.

"gonna cum for me sev?" you ask, kissing her nose. she whimpers, nodding.

"y-yea--"

"god, you're so fuckin' perfect. so beautiful, baby. y' look so good fallin' apart under me." you whine. "fuck, you're gonna make me cum, just lookin' at you."

your words tip sevika over, and she cums with a gasp, her fingernails drawing blood on your shoulders as she shudders and cries. "b-baby fuck!" she whines.

you try to keep your eyes open long enough to watch her entire orgasm, but the sight of her falling apart hits you like a punch to the gut, and before you know what's happening, you're collapsing on top of her, cumming your brains out inside her while you bury your face in her neck. "sev." you whimper.

for a minute or two, the room's silent besides the sound of your shared labored breathing.

"think i just came my brains out." you mutter eventually, finding enough strength to push yourself up.

sevika gasps as you rise, and you freeze-- panicked.

"what-- does it hurt?!" you ask, worried. she just pouts up at you, then reaches up to wrap her arms around your shoulders and tug you back down on top of her. you burst into giggles as you collapse, sevika's legs coming up to wrap around your hips as well.

"where the fuck are you going?!" she whines. you laugh against her throat, peppering kisses over her neck.

"sorry, sorry, i forgot you need your cuddles." you tease. "you're usually all pissy about layin' in cum."

"'s when i'm on top. you just fucked me, so now we cuddle." she explains, like it's simple math. you hum, starting to comb through her hair as you settle yourself on top of her.

"why don't i get cuddles?" you pout. sevika snorts.

"'cause if i cuddled you each time i fucked you, we'd be out of time to do other things like, y'know, working. eating. sleep--"

you cut her off by biting her ear lobe. she bursts into giggles and you melt on top of her, soaking in the sound of her laughter.

it's rare that sevika wants to bottom, but you're always thrilled when she does. you like her like this. you like her all ways, but she's exceptionally sweet and needy when she's on bottom. it's adorable.

"you know you're the love of my life?" you ask. sevika's fingers-- which had been trailing up and down your spine-- freeze.

"really?" she whispers. you lift your head up to look down at your wife, worried that she sounds so surprised.

"honey, we're married!" you laugh, nodding. sevika huffs, and her fingers start their path again.

"i know, i was just thinkin' the same thing." she admits. "like, word for word."

you grin, then press a kiss to her lips. "i'm gonna cuddle you for half an hour, then we're gonna fuck again, then i'm calling for a delivery pizza and drawing us a bubble bath. how's that sound?" you ask. sevika hums.

"cuddles in the bath?" she asks pathetically. you burst into laughter, kiss her again, and nod when her sad, wet, puppy dog eyes blink up at you.

"don't think there's a way for us to both fit and not be cuddling, sev." you joke. she just grunts, bites your shoulder, and smacks your ass.

you muffle your laughs against her shoulder.

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[theladykassia]

Blurb: Sam makes your latte and accidentally confesses

Content: no triggers, just fluff. This idea came to me as I added an obscene amount of mini marshmallows to my own coffee.

Sam Monroe was working at a coffee shop during summer to earn some extra cash for a concert he wants to go. You guys aren't exactly friends but you always smile his way whenever the opportunity presents itself. You also made it a habit to go to said cafe because 'they make the best latte there', but honestly? You just want to see your favorite emo boy. You didn't even know the place existed before a friend of yours mentioned seeing Sam.

They had joked about the way Sam seemed angry at having to treat people nicely there. Or maybe it was the fact that he had to wear an apron.

You had to see it for yourself, so you went one day. And then the next... And then the next. Soon enough it became your favorite place.

It doesn't matter how hard Sam tries to give off this 'I don't give a fuck about you or anything else' vibe, the truth is that he's a total sweetheart— well, once you dig deep enough at least. The more you spoke to him, the more you learned about him. Even when he acts annoyed at how bubbly you're being, your sweet, innocent smile, is enough to warm his whole chest, you're just that cute! He's not used to people being so nice to him all the time, and you're always trying to talk to him. Complimenting him on his fashion choices or trying to talk about your few shared interests.

Sam would notice every little detail about you, and how could he not? You went almost daily to the coffee shop. He quickly learns exactly how to make your latte. The temperature, how strong it was, how much sugar to add.

It doesn't take too long for the poor guy to develop a crush on you. But this is Sam Monroe, talking about his feelings and being vulnerable isn't his strongest suit.

He ends up learning how to make some simple latte art, a skill he doesn't particularly use often. But it's the reason why you found out that the guy was crushing on you.

This particular day you were in a hurry, so you make your order and request that is served in a disposable cup and not a mug. Sam made sure to heat up the milk to the exact temperature you like. The only difference is that this time, he made a heart with the foam and slapped a cap on it almost instantly, giving the cup to you with an uninterested look.

“Here. It's hot so don't be stupid and drink slowly. Already put the sugar in it.”

You smile sweetly, rolling your eyes with humor as you put a few dollars in the tip jar. “Thank you, Sam. You make the best coffee here, y'know? I'm gonna miss you when you quit.”

The comment makes him want to smile, but he shrugs instead. Sam bites his lip to prevent the smirk that was about to happen from forming.

“Whatever, that's what I get paid to do... It's not like it took any real effort to make it,” he says with a tone that suggested he was bored. But that's the thing, he did put his best effort into it. "And you'll be fine.”

You smile again, not being bothered by his bratty tone. You know it's nothing against you, that Sam always did that to people. You figured it was just the way he was, or that it was some sort of defense mechanism. You also heard him when he said he already added the sugar, but you always like to see how foamy your latte is, so imagine your surprise when you remove the cap and find the shape of a heart, it obviously wasn't an accident. Your eyes met with a very flustered and blushy version of Sam.

“W-why the hell did you do that! I told you it had sugar already, damn!” he complains, furiously wiping the countertop that was pretty much squeaky clean before he began 'cleaning it'. You had never seen Sam so red and embarrassed before. It was adorable, and it was making you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

You giggle, what else were you supposed to do? At this point you forgot how late you were to your own job. You wanted to take a picture of the coffee, but you didn't want to torture him any more.

“But... But it's so pretty, Sammy!” you praise, biting your lip shyly. “I really like it.”

The mix of you praising him, biting your lip and then giving him a nickname made Sam groan, his face getting even redder than before.

“W-whatever, it doesn't mean anything.” He grumbles, briefly looking at you. “... Unless you want it to mean something.” he adds, not being able to stop himself. Sam cringes at his own words, afraid that he only made a fool of himself. Not to be dramatic, but he felt like he could quit just because of this. “Well?”

You were not used to making bold moves like this, but you reach over the countertop for the marker he had on his apron. Sam frowned at the action, but kept watching you with curiosity.

Taking one of the flyers they had at the counter, you wrote your number on the back and handed both things to Sam.

“I'm a simple girl, I'm fine with watching a movie and grabbing some burgers afterwards” you give him one last smile before leaving the cafe. He had no excuses, you gave him your number and a first date idea. You even took the pressure of planning out the whole thing off of him. Now all you had to do was wait, and you had a feeling that he would be reaching out to you soon.

You smile big, looking down at the heart in your cup. You had a really good feeling about this, you just hope you're right.

#can he please be my boyfriend? #i'd treat him so good #hayden christensen x reader #sam monroe x reader #sam monroe x you #sam monroe fluff #sam monroe headcanon #sam monroe #kassia writes ・☾・ #sam monroe imagine #hayden christensen fluff #hayden christensen imagine

[pfhwrittes]

have a tradie!141 thing that i wrote straight into my tumblr drafts to feel a rush of adrenaline.

tags/warnings: brief allusions to past transphobia (non explicit), food mention, smoking.

pairing: none

characters: kyle "gaz" garrick, john "soap" mactavish, simon "ghost" riley, john price, transmasc!reader.

summary: you're the new guy on site figuring out where you fit with your new work crew Tradie Force 141.

--

"not to be rude, but aren't you a bit old to be an apprentice?"

it's a phrase that's haunted you for the last year on every job site you've ever been on with your previous company. you're aware that you're at least 10 years older than the other apprentices on site at the best of times but there's no easy way to explain why you're such a late bloomer. not that you'll be spilling your guts to any of the blokes you work with. you'd learned that lesson early on.

you won't lie, you're a bit disappointed that even after joining Tradie Force 141 you're still getting asked that question so you flash a tight smile at the handsome plasterer - kyle - and mutter something about being a late bloomer around the mouthful of sandwich you're eating on your break.

"sorry mate, i don't mean it like that. 's just usually our apprentices are a bit younger than you. proper wet behind the ears y'know? can't find the business end of a trowel and all that." kyle explains before taking a slurp out of his mug of tea.

"aye, they're deid keen an' aw. practically jizz their wee pants when they see their first wage packet." johnny adds with a chuckle from where he's sprawled on one of the three uncomfortable chairs around the tiny table. "i know i definitely did when i was 16."

"mate, you still do!" kyle laughs "oi! mind my tea!"

you shake your head as kyle nimbly dodges johnny's poorly thrown empty bottle saving his tea from spilling on the grimy lino of the portakabin price had designated as the break room for the site.

"i'm gonna go see what price wants." you say after you swallow your last bite and chuck your rubbish in the bin next to you.

"aye, nae bother."

"see you in a bit mate."

you step out of the relative cool of the cabin and you pull your hi-vis over your shoulders so you can quite literally follow your nose to search out either price or simon where you know they'll be smoking near the site manager's office.

"reckon the lad needs a proper nickname, ye ken?" you hear johnny say before the door swings shut behind you. you try ignore the way your stomach lurches as you recall some of the more awful nicknames you'd endured before joining this crew as you cross the flattened dirt to join the pair huddled around a sand filled bucket.

"olright?"

simon's the first to greet you as price has his mobile jammed up to his ear and he's scowling at whatever the poor sod at the end of the phone is saying.

you nod in greeting and price rolls his eyes and mouths "twat" before humming briefly to show he's still listening to his phone call. simon offers you his half smoked cigarette and you shake your head to decline.

"suit y'self." simon says with a shrug before taking a last drag and flicking the still lit cigarette into the bucket of butts. "gonna take a slash." he announces before wandering around the corner of the portakabin that houses price's office.

you fiddle on your phone watching kyle's new tiktok he posted on the Tradie Force account while you wait for price to wrap up his phone call. it takes a few minutes before price's voice interrupts your endless scrolling, who knew reading all the thirsty comments would be so entertaining.

"need something?" price asks around a cigarette, his shrewd blue gaze watching as you scuff the toe of your steel toes on the ground.

"just want to know where you want me next." you shrug casually making sure to shove your phone back in the pocket of your trousers.

"is that right?" price sounds amused and you enjoy the way his eyes crinkle briefly before his phone starts ringing again and he groans. "fucks sake. go find simon while i take this, there's a good lad."

you nod at him and tamp down on a grin as you hear him answer with an exasperated "what now?! can't a man have a fucking cigarette in peace?!" as you turn away to start hunting down the resident plumber.

#tradie!141 #tw smoking #tw food mention #tw allusions to past transphobia #abrupt ending because i ran out of steam but eh i might continue this at some point #kg #jm #sr #jp #despite the tags it's pretty light hearted slice of life stuff

[luvring]

hello!! hi. i hope you are not too busy. i have been enjoying your 'falling in love' hcs for the ts characters, and i was wondering if i could ask for the same concept with kuras? if possible? please take your time with it. ^_^ i thinjk he would be silly with it but would also want to biblically smite the reader with his mind (/affectionate) . or you two are psychoanalyzing each other from opposite sides of the room FAR away from each other. I Dont Know. packingf my suitcase and leaving

KURAS FALLING IN LOVE

gn!reader | didn't realize how poor a read i have on his possible plot until writing this. my bad. good job red spring studio U and ur mysteries and kuras's identity in the overarching lore got me this time...

this is going to be the most normal start of a relationship of the LIs. like he's just ('just') a doctor. you're about to strangers -> friends this through coffee and chatting

kuras doesn't...seek you out? not at first. that's not to say he isn't interested by you, but he has a job (and secrets) to handle. but he welcomes your visits as long as he has a break!

it starts with offering to grab or buy something, then staying and helping, learning about a random medicine he has on the counter, and then you're a semi-regular presence at the clinic, and you know which cabinets to check for the average sickness/bandaging. his practiced smile turns into a genuine one when you come through the door. he's asking how your trip was, catching you up on what's been happening lately

one moment i feel might happen is you finding yourself in his clinic, needing his help again,, hopefully your clothes are in tact this time. he jokes about how he'd rather not see you on the cot if you wanted to visit again.

little pranks...!! the senobium or him. roleplaying to throw guards off your trail y'know. getting to see that playful side of him :3

if it's him, he pranks you back, shooting you the same 'innocent' smile he does the guards. be careful about spilling that ink. you've been misplacing papers and pens all day too, haven't you? are you feeling alright?

another moment is. it's hard to say what, but you unknowingly say something tied to his situation. you casually drop your opinion on guilt and atonement—smth smth how guilt will rot and your atonement will never end if you don't let it smth smth the evil that others do with your kindness does not corrupt you smth smth—and it gets him.. Thinking. ! maybe you find those stories about a teacher and harbinger of chaos, and after bringing it up to kuras, he asks you for your opinion on them.

!! one moment i hope we get is kuras 'letting loose' or being silly. laughing really loud and apologizing as it lessens to a chuckle. trying to eat food because you don't know he doesn't eat, and it goes terribly wrong so he gives up and lets you laugh at him

LOL the psychoanalyzing. you say something and he has a weird reaction like Hm. sure, of course. and you're like ??? and he tells you it's nothing, just that that makes sense for you. and you're like Woah you wanna talk about My observations about You? and kuras looks at you like [ !! ] [ ?! ]

there's also small things that suddenly feel more intimate—him cleaning up a wound on your face and holding eye contact, his fingers lingering as they brush your cheek. you instinctively reaching for him when someone bumps into you, and him making sure you're alright.

kuras starts taking more initiative by inviting you to join him places and talking about himself. (cue joke about how information is power and him saying he'll make an exception for you.)

but it won't be all sunshine and rainbows considering he's an incredibly old angel and he has. shit going on.... who knows what shit honestly

you notice how he still doesn't share everything, which is fair enough—you're not spilling your entire life story either. but you still don't know basic things about this guy, you don't even know how he's kept his clothes clean all this time or how Old he is

that distance kuras keeps between you grows again because he doesn't want you to get in harm's way, and it's inevitable if you stick too close. he's an expert at dodging questions, answering just enough to keep people satisfied, but what does this mean for you? someone he's unexpectedly grown fond of, and who keeps calling him out for it?

you voice what you're both thinking. he has a frustrated expression when you point out you both like each other, and you want to help him for once, because ??!! he doesn't know what to do here.

something something, kuras's true form, him invalidating all the good he's done for the chaos and ruin he's brought, the world before, being the one to help him find forgiveness, the divine as neither good nor bad, kuras defining himself outside of a teacher and sinner Something Somethigngggaaghhh

Honestly. i've been messing with both ideas in my head and i haven't picked one i enjoy more so.

there's kuras, who's never been in love and is suddenly fumbling for once, trying really hard to 'do it right' and figuring out what it means to be in a relationship and in love (he's overthinking) (he was doing alright) (he asks ais/mhin for their opinions)

and then there's kuras who goes with what he was doing before, just with more affection/intimacy, because seriously he was already doing a great job at being a good partner :sob:

i think kuras's feelings are a slow burn themself. like, he takes the time to get to know you, to open up, etc, and he wouldn't define what he feels as 'being in love' for a while ?? he knows you're incredible important to him, and know him better than...probably anyone else. but he thinks "i love you" is a very significant thing to think and say out loud and he wants to make sure he knows for sure.

if you wait for him to say it first, i think he'd make it a really special moment! ^^ he thinks for a while about how to do it and, maybe uncharacteristically, gets nervous. his face lights up in its own way when you say it back (not a huge face-splitting grin, but his smile does grow and it's obvious he's relieved/happy)

it isn't often that the doctor is thrown off his game, especially not for longer than a few minutes, so if you ever casually, and Very Quickly*, say "love you" while you're leaving, it's a Sight to See. imagining ais coming to see him and going ...?? when kuras opens the wrong cabinet for the most basic medicine. he applauds your work the next time you see him

*very quickly because if you're in a situation where you're alone and he isn't needed, he's going to stop you?? like what?? can we have a conversation about this (not mad just stunned and values communication and also in love with you and)

#touchstarved x reader #kuras x reader #got writers block specifically for reqs... Again... but i pushed through! i got it. hah #not proofreading this i dont know whats been written If theres a typo. ... dont even tell me. judtodntlekdlcmekdn

[wistfulenchantress]

You'll find that you were never not mine

@my-castles-crumbling TTPD microfic (wolfstar) WORD COUNT: 369

I wasn't clear on if we were supposed to put the lyric itself in the fic, so i did just to be safe :)

Remus sighs, staring out the window of the train and willing it to just start already. He's made his choice, he's leaving, but the wait isn't making it easier.

He sighs, rubbing his thumb on his left wrist, where there is a certain constellation inked in. His only tattoo.

He'll have to get more, to compensate.

He doesn't look at the person who sits across from him, keeping his gaze firmly out the window. He doesn't want to... meet people. He just wants to exist in his own space.

He misses Sirius. That was a given. But, it had to end, because Remus was falling in too deep, and he didn't want to.

He wasn't ready for that.

Although, he supposes, maybe he is. Maybe Sirius wasn't.

He doesn't know how it ended. It doesn't feel like it should've. Sure, there were fights, but that is always true.

He never even said 'I love you.'

The train starts moving. Remus sighs with relief. Ok. He can handle this.

"Wow, Moony. Not even a good bye?"

Remus jerks in his seat as he looks across and sees Sirius Black sitting across from him. He opens his mouth.

"I followed you," Sirius says simply.

"Why?"

"Because I didn't want it to end like this?" Sirius seems incredulous. Remus stares at him.

"What?"

"I..." Sirius looks at him, "I couldn't just let you leave. If you still want to, fine, but I saw the tickets on your nightstand and I knew I had to at least try."

"Sirius, what are you saying?"

"I love you."

His eyes look so earnest, and Remus feels like his heart is in its own dimension, running a mile a minute.

"I love you, Remus, and I know you don't... but I had to say it. I had to know for sure. I thought you were mine, y'know? It sounds crazy, but I thought coming here, you would find that you were never not mine"

"I..."

"It's ok." Sirius moves to stand. "I'll leave."

Remus doesn't know how, but he manages to grab Sirius' arm.

Sirius looks back at him.

"I love you, too."

And then... oh. This is how it ends.

It doesn't. That's the point

#TTPDmicrofic #wolfstar

[hearted-anon]

First kid privileges...or not.

Words: 1217 Note: For @channieissocute125 T/w: None, they're babies Lee: Jisung Ler: Channie

"Come out come out wherever you are Hannie~ I just want to cuddle! Do you not want to cuddle with your precious leader?" A voice of a song rang throughout the hallway, one that was pure of intention, loving, sweet and caring, wanting to hold his dear child in his embraces with warm smiles.

That was what absolute fools would think.

Han knew that tone from the back of his hand, hiding and quaking in a nearby cupboard, praying to the gods above he wouldn't be found. It was another day where Chan simply felt like tickling the living lights out of the younger with the excuse that it was a 'privilege' to receive all the attention, what a blatant lie.

"Y'know it'll be worse if you don't come out..." It was clear that Chan wasn't trying much harder anymore to disguise his sinister intentions, sarcastically loudly humming a tune as he trekked the halls, trying to scare his child more. Jisung hid in giddy anticipation, his cheeks flushing an obvious red even without the light from the cupboard, curling up himself into a ball.

He could hear slightly frustrated groans from the other side of the cupboard, along with soft warbles of annoyance when the leader wasn't fruitful in his search. Han wanted to pump his fist in the air when he felt footsteps retreating his dreaded hiding spot, he felt so victorious!

"Found ya~" Chan hummed with a smile on his face as his swung open the cupboard door, making Jisung shriek with the flush scared out of him. A shiver of anxiety sent down his spine when he saw how ravenous the leader looked, ready to tear him into shreds with an innocent smile to paint over his evil wants.

"Wahahahait! This is unfahahahair! Go awahahhaHAY!" Jisung screeched when he was pulled out of the cupboard in an instant, slumped over the older's shoulder like he weighed nothing more than a feather, pounding his fists on his back as a plead for release. He shook his head when Chan simply giggled in response, walking terrifyingly slow to the leader's room to prolong his upcoming doom.

Tossing him carefully but quickly onto his bed, Chan was faster than lightning to wrap his arms around the younger's waist before he even had the chance to think of where he was, smiling happily down at him. Jisung shrieked and squirmed, eventually slumping when he realised he wasn't going anywhere.

"Did you think I wouldn't catch you, Sungie?" Chan cooes from behind the quokka, nimble fingers digging gently into his sides. Han squeals into giggles, the poor guy trying to squirm to no avail away from the leader's deadly cuddles.

"Yehehehes! Leheheave me alohohone!" Came the reply of an internally happy quokka, actually basking into the attention he was receiving while acting like he hated it, what a hypocrite. Chan knew that all too well however, giggling along with him at the faux response that he got back.

"What lovely giggles for the tickle monster to hear! Are you sure you didn't prepare in advance?" The older teased happily, kneading into Jisung's sides without mercy. He wasn't seeking to take him out, not yet. Chan loved toying with his children more than anything, and it was his specialty when it came to playing tickle monster with his victims.

"Nohoho! Stahahap it!" Came from the younger were squeals and laughter, trying to pry away the claws of a monster that was out to get him, a very cuddly monster perhaps. The leader pouted at the denial, pretending to be actually upset with this response. Feeling guilty, Han felt his heartstrings being tugged at, sighing through his giggles. Sometimes it really did feel like he was the adult in the situation.

"Yehehes, I prehehepared this in advahahahnce..." Jisung shook his head at the ridiculous situation, cracking a genuine smile when Chan's eyes lit up once more, still squeezing at his sides. He felt himself sinking deeper into the older's hold, admiring the Aussie grin that grazed Channie as he took his time in tearing apart the quokka.

"Really? Let me test that, laugh more!" Chan squealed happily, as if a high school girl. At first, Jisung didn't wrap his head around what the leader meant by testing it out, until he felt fingers worming into his armpits, massaging the soft flesh gently. An embarrassingly loud shriek sounded throughout the room, before the younger fell into hysterics.

"ARGHAHAHAH! NOHO NO WAHAHAIT!" The quokka begged, his signature puffy, round cheeks starting to protrude through his wide smile, painted in a red flush. Chan didn't respond, too much focused on his research to really listen in to the younger's pleads for mercy. Both of them were lost in their own world of pure ecstasy, even if that meant screaming his lungs out.

"Why wait? You said you prepared it in advance? Or was my baby lying to me? Y'know what liars get..?" Chan teased lowly, letting his breath brush against Jisung's neck, which elicited quite the squeal from him. Oh poor Han, he wasn't about to know what he was about to experience. He babbled and pleaded for mercy with apologies, arms glued to his side as if they would tear apart if they were moved away from Chan's mischievous fingers wormed right up into his armpits.

"WHAHAHAT?! WHAHAHT DO THEHEHY GEHEHET-! NOHOHO HYUNG!" An ear piercing screech came from the ace as lips attached to his neck, blowing a raspberry that sounded throughout the older's room, sending an electric shock through Jisung's poor body. He stamped his feet into the soft sheets of the bed that creaked in agony, arched his back, scrunched his shoulders but nothing worked to get away from the Aussie that was having a ball.

"They get raspberries, all the raspberries in the world!" Chan exclaimed enthusiastically, cooing over the red tinted cheeks and gummy smile on the quokka's face, split into two with his grin that melted the leader's heart into goo. He latched onto Han's neck as if there was glue, blowing raspberry after raspberry that made Jisung wonder if Chan's cheeks were blue.

There wasn't really much time to think though, as the next moment Han quite literally felt his breath taken away, plunging into silent, hoarse laughter. His squirming got less and less intense with the sensations that sent his body into overdrive, his throat begging for a break as his eyes lidded with tears.

"Alright alright, we're done, you okay Ji?" Chan releases his hold on the younger, laying him down comfortably on the bed. The ace felt warm hands caressing and wiping his tears, the older's hands working in tandem to ensure that aftercare was delivered to his 'child'. From head pats to water to cuddles, everything was checked off the list, now a cuddly wolf engulfing the quokka in tight, safe cuddles.

"Mhm..." A soft hum came from Han, who's eyes once brimmed with tears shut now relaxed into a state of slumber, being cuddled in the big and strong arms of his leader, who was there during his darkest times, and will forever be there during his time of need.

Maybe he didn't mind being the first kid so much after all, if this was the package that came with.

#..? #meow #they're cute #skz tickle #stray kids tickle #kpop tickle #okay but why are all of their pics predebut #cuties #lee Han #lee jisung #Ler channie #Ler chan

[missycolorful]

omgg, i saw a few posts about the glass child stuff but never really got too into it bc i felt like they were always missing something. i wasn't really sure what that was until i saw your post, where you mentioned lullahs abandonment issues, and everything just clicked. it just all makes sense now bc i know one of the biggest proponents to the "chays STILL a glass child" is qphils seemingly continuing to prioritize lullah over chay, when looking back at most of said moments it does feel more like a dad making sure the child who was abandoned doesnt feel like that ever again. i also feel like some of the issues come with qphils falling into habits, lullah hasn't really needed extra help in a while, but i don't feel as if that notion has fully into qphils mind yet. i would just love if both lullah and chay got one on one time with qphil bc i love them together, but i think each of them often times holds something back for the others' sake, y'know? lullah and bads and/or chay and tubbos recent solo hangouts kinda showcase the difference in dynamic. anyways, tl;dr you have amazing insight and an attention to detail that i, and i feel like a majority of others, missed out on, and i would love to see more character analysis/insights done by you, if you're interested of course!

oh my goodness, thank you you're far too kind, haha!! 😭

yeah, tbh, I'm kinda surprised that part of Phil's reasoning was either not considered or even ignored. When he mentioned them "being alone," Tallulah's abandonment issues instantly came to mind; it's a huge part of her arc, y'know? So, yeah I can't see this as him accommodating Lullah's disabilities while disregarding Chay; rather, it was him thinking about her literal trauma. If it were switched (Chay had these issues, not Lullah), Phil would go for him in a heartbeat. Why people spun it as "he wasn't worried about Chay" is wild to me.

i also feel like some of the issues come with qphils falling into habits,

mhhm, that's about the crux of it. Yes, q!Phil has trained Tallulah in PVP , and neither he nor Chay recently hover over her during pvp, but when it comes to adjusting to how much his kids have changed, we're still getting there. And not just cuz of, like I said, being separated during Purgatory makes it hard for Phil to grasp what they went through. But bc he himself isn't quite in tune with his own emotions/trauma. It's a detriment to helping his children and growing as a parent, and is part of his own character growth that he is surely yet steadily going through.

And YES! I'd LOVE for the kids to have one-on-ones with Philza. They usually come in pairs, which y'know, is what makes a lot of these issues so difficult. The kids don't have time to be alone with their father, bc they're typically online with him at the same time. I crave that sole father/son bonding, not just bc they need it, but because I love their dynamic so much <3

tbh, i usually limit my character analysis to my main POV, sometimes others if I feel confident enough (i.e. Missa, Baghera). Last thing I wanna do is write analysis that does injustice to a character - any cc!phil fan knows this pain, both in this fandom and others lol! and also some characters I'm admittedly… kinda scared to talk about bc some fans get uber defensive if you talk about any of their negative traits; all fanbases have people like this, of course, crows are NO exception, but this one specifically just… I'd need to be prompted to discuss this character whom I won't specify haha. regardless, if you or anyone else ever wants to ask about my insights on qsmp characters, whether q!Phil or others, I'm more than willing to at least give it a try. thank you again! :)

#qsmp #philza #tallulah #chayanne #qsmp meta #missy rambles #anon ask #thank you i really enjoy these in depth talks truly :)

[gavillain]

X-Men '97 Spoilers

Apparently controversial hot take, but I actually really like Doctor Doom's cameo in X-Men '97

I think there's a lot of fun implications here, and the voice acting is really solid. I'm interested in seeing if they end up doing anything further with his collusion with Bastion, but if not, it's always cool to see one of my favorite villains of all time making an appearance.

But I've seen people take umbrage with Doom working with mutant hating extremists, and, y'know, literal Nazi Baron Zemo

Because Doom would NEVER work in the same group as a Nazi, right? ... Yeah, no, that is historically not true....

He doesn't LIKE it, but he HAS collaborated with the Red Skull in the past. It doesn't usually end particularly well, and Doom DOES genuinely hate Nazis and takes it out on Red Skull when the latter is of no further use to him...

But Doom isn't above holding his nose while working with him and other similarly morally questionable people when he thinks he has something to gain from it.

And that's a fundamental part of Doom that you kind of HAVE to understand to "get" his character. Any sort of moral standard or code is always always ALWAYS a distant third for Doom after:

Anything that fuels his narcissistic self-aggrandizing view of himself (including proving his general superiority to everyone else)

The pragmatic and strategic moves necessary to achieve his goals.

He never (or I should say rarely/inconsistently since comics have their peaks and valleys) allows any moral views that he holds to get in the way of the prior two, quickly discarding his morality when it's inconvenient, and even his "moral code" is more about fueling his view of his own superiority than anything else.

Take his one line here in X-Men '97

Yeah, war crimes are BAD, right Doom? ... Except for, y'know, all the times he commits them...

But that's completely consistent with regards to Doom and his characterization. The 90's Hulk cartoon actually has a great little moment specifically ABOUT Doom and war crime activity (time stamped for your convenience):

He completely dismisses and justifies the accusations of war crimes because it doesn't fit within his narcissistic view of himself. And that's part of what makes Doom SO psychologically fascinating! For him, the ends will always justify the means, so long as the ends are advantageous to him. It certainly seems like Bastion's sentinel scheme that's unfolding has the potential to set Doom up nicely to fuel his own agenda. And if the X-Men and/or Avengers don't beat him to it, I'm sure he fully intends to do away with Bastion and Zemo once he gets everything he wants out of them. That's just who he is, and there's a LONG comic history of him doing exactly that.

Reducing him to a "mutant hater" or defining him based on his race as a Romani are both reductive. Because he's Doctor Doom before he's anything else. His race and his backstory inform his character, certainly, but Doom is much MUCH more complex than a sweeping generalization. He's a complex and nuanced person, and he's also a villain who obviously is not going to be 100% palatable to your real life world views. And I wish people would see him more clearly before trotting out the pitchforks.

#Doctor Doom #Dr. Doom #Victor von Doom #X-Men '97 #x men 97 spoilers #x-men 97 spoilers #Marvel discourse #Youtube

[jenniferjareauwife]

It's Just Hard

pairing: jennifer jareau x cowgirl fem reader

category: fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings: symptoms of depression

word count: 781

summary: you've been feeling down and can't seem to get a hold of your long distance girlfriend and can't talk to her about how you're feeling until she comes to visit

I threw my phone across the room after JJ declined my call again with a short text.

Honey 🍯- Sorry babe. Busy with a case

I pulled my knees up to my chest and tugged at my braid. This wasn't fair. I knew it wasn't her fault that she was so busy with cases but I needed her. I didn't mean to but I broke down crying. All I needed was someone to talk to but I didn't have anyone.

A few days later I texted her late at night, not being able to sleep due to my racing mind.

texas hold 'em 🤠- hey. you up

Honey 🍯- Yeah. Why? What's up?

texas hold 'em 🤠- can't sleep

Honey 🍯- I'm sorry

Honey 🍯- Anything I can do to help?

texas hold 'em 🤠- r u still coming saturday

Honey 🍯- Of course

Honey 🍯- Babe what's wrong?

I wanted to tell her I just needed someone to talk to but I didn't have the guts to. I had never been good at saying what I needed, especially when it came to mental health.

texas hold 'em 🤠- nothing

Honey 🍯- You're sure?

texas hold 'em 🤠- yeah

Honey 🍯- Ok. Well I'm going to sleep, ok?

texas hold 'em 🤠- ok

texas hold 'em 🤠- goodnight i love you

Honey 🍯- I love you too :)

I fell asleep, imagining that she was right next to me.

I picked her up at the airport two days later, hugging her so tight neither of us could breathe. "Baby- too tight." I loosened my grip with a frown but didn't let her see it.

"Sorry."

"It's ok." She put her arm over my shoulders as we made our way to my car. She noticed I was a bit quiet. "Hey...you ok?"

"Yeah. Fine." I cleared my throat and leaned into her a bit more. I could tell she didn't buy it. She was a profiler after all.

She waited until we were home to ask again. We were cuddled up on the couch and she wanted to get up to find the remote but I really just needed hugs from her right now. "Y/n. Are you ok?" The sincerity in her tone made me a bit nervous.

"I..."

"Baby if somethings wrong I need you to tell me, ok? I don't like it when you don't tell me this stuff." She rubbed my thigh slowly, her face mere inches from mine. I leaned forward and tucked my head into her neck, hugging her tightly. She was quick to hug me back.

"It's just hard." I mumbled.

"What's hard?"

"I've just been...really sad recently I guess." I could barely hear myself.

"Sad about what?"

"I don't even know. Just sad."

"Like depressed sad or just sad?"

"I don't know the difference." I snuggled into her even more, wanting to be as close as possible to her. "It's hard to get out of bed though...cause I don't wanna do anything."

"Oh baby...why didn't you tell me earlier my love, I would've come down here earlier."

"Cause you were so busy and I didn't want to bother you."

"You can never bother me hon." I realized she was twisting my hair into a braid as she spoke. I sighed, looking up at her.

"I've never really told anyone about my feelings, you know? I guess I didn't think you'd care."

"I care. I always care. Even cowgirls have feelings, y'know?" I giggled at her joke, tucking my face in her neck again.

"Yeah...I have feelings."

"And it's ok for you to talk about them, I encourage it, ok?" I nodded, knowing she wanted an answer.

"Can we go to bed?" I asked quietly. "I really want to cuddle...properly."

"Does cuddling help you?" She asked, picking me up and taking me to my bedroom.

"Mhm." I got on top of her, using her as my own personal mattress, making her giggle. I had made it known from the start of our relationship that I really liked physical touch, but only with certain people.

"I want you to tell me whenever you're feeling like this, ok? I wanna be here for you." She lightly ran her fingertips up and down my back, kissing my temple as she mumbled her words against my skin. "I don't like to see you sad."

"Well I don't like being sad." She sighed and wrapped her arms around me. "You make it better though."

"I do?" I felt her smile against my temple.

"Mhm."

"I'm glad."

"Thanks for...being here...letting me talk to you. I needed it."

"Of course my love. Anytime."

"I love you...so much."

"I love you so much more."

#x reader #criminal minds #jennifer jareau #jennifer jareau x reader #wlw post #lgbtq #jennifer jareau x you