#It's like when snake joined smash

[withleeknow]

thirteen percent.

pairing: minho x reader genre/warnings: established relationship, fluff; mentions of drinking, cursing, hella unedited and tbh i kinda gave up toward the end but i wanted to post smth lmao word count: 1.2k note: inspired by the events of friday night in which i had 1.3 bottle of soju and promptly passed out while unmuted all night in my discord server lmfao

as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

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the first thing you do when you wake up is scowl.

at the sun. at the sky. at the cars and at the people going about their day on the street below. at soonie and doongie when you find them just peacefully existing in their respective corners of the room.

at minho who's looking at you from the doorway with an amused expression on his face.

"look who's finally up," he says, approaching the bed with a glass of water in his hands. "it's almost 1pm, heathen."

you groan, covering your face with your hands as you try to sink further into the mattress. "why are you so loud today?"

"this is my normal volume?"

"your normal volume is loud."

"hmm, could this be because last night you knocked back an entire bottle of soju and then some and therefore you have a raging headache right now?"

you blink, still delirious from the night before. it's obvious that the alcohol hasn't completely left your system and minho is right. there's a pounding in your head and you wish it would stop.

you ignore his sassy quip, trying to recall what happened. "how did i get home?"

it was supposed to be a cozy night in with your friends. you'd been looking forward to last night for weeks because all of you had been so busy with your respective lives, and a fun girl's night was desperately needed. to catch up, to gossip about your partners, to escape your tiresome realities for a few hours.

and of course, to unwind and drink. not to the point of being blackout drunk; just to de-stress a little.

"how do you think?" minho asks, holding out the water for you until you muster enough strength to sit up and take it from him. he watches as you greedily gulp down the liquid to satiate your dry throat, giving him back the empty glass when you're done and lying back down again. he sets the glass on your bedside table before he joins you under the covers. "boyfriend of the year went out in the middle of the night to drag your ass home."

"you took me home?"

"i just said boyfriend of the year, didn't i?"

despite his smartass attitude, minho still snakes an arm around your body to pull you close to him, until your head is lying on his chest while he strokes your hair gently.

"it was just soju. plum soju!" you try to justify your actions, throwing a leg over his and snuggling further into the warmth of his body. "only thirteen percent!"

minho scoffs. "that's how they get you. the fun flavors make you think that you're gonna be fine if you do just a couple more shots. next thing you know, you're sending your boyfriend gibberish messages at 2am."

to emphasize his point, minho shows you his phone, goes straight to the text thread you two share.

you mostly sent him nonsense, seemingly a lot of keyboard smashes and blurry drunken selfies of you and your friends. then came the last few messages.

you: oh naue why rom sponnign you: i wsntto go homrr you: mimo tskeeee me homeee

"oh." you purse your lips. "drunk me was a moment."

"no, she was a lot of moments actually. you stayed up for almost two hours after i brought you home."

"doing what?"

your boyfriend looks down at you, an unimpressed look on his face before he rolls his eyes and sighs, recanting the story of how you exhausted him just hours prior.

"stop squirming," minho said, trying to keep your head from lolling to the side as he wiped at your face with a cotton pad doused in micellar water.

but you kept giggling, kept trying to hold his cheeks so you could kiss him. "mimo, you're so pretty. my pretty, pr-" hiccup! "pretty mimo."

it took him thirty whole minutes just to take your makeup off, then another forty five to go through your skincare routine.

-

it was an entire struggle to get you out of your clothes and into your sleepwear because apparently, the feeling of him tugging your blouse over your head and sliding your jeans down your legs tickled that amorous part of your brain - your horndog side, if you will.

you instantly latched onto him, climbing on top of him to sit on his lap, attempting to trail kisses along his neck when all minho was trying to do was put your t-shirt on.

"not now," he scolded you lightly, pushing you away by your shoulders before he held your arms up just long enough to slip the shirt over your body.

"whyyy not?"

"mostly because you're about ten seconds away from passing out."

but that wasn't something that your intoxicated brain could comprehend. all you understood was that your boyfriend didn't want to have sex with you, that he was rejecting you.

you went quiet all of a sudden, your lips pouting, your eyes turning glassy before you practically sob, "you don't want me anymore."

minho could only sigh.

-

"what now?" he had finally managed to get your restless ass into bed, thinking you'd surely knock out within seconds of hitting the sheets. but when he returned to the bedroom five minutes later, having cleared away your clothes to be put in the washer in the morning, minho found you lying on your side, your eyes glued to your phone, your face illuminated by the blue light coming from the device. "why aren't you sleeping?"

you were going through your camera roll, watching your old videos like they were your favorite tv show. videos of you and him, videos of him and the cats, or just random videos of him that you took when you thought he wasn't paying attention.

it was cute how you were so immersed, how you kept giggling and making heart eyes at the version of minho captured on your phone. it made him smile, just standing there and watching you like that.

it was beyond endearing, but it was also fucking 4:18am.

minho snatched the device away from you and put it somewhere you couldn't reach before he settled into bed with you.

"i miss my mimo," you whined. "give me back my mimo."

he knew there was no use in telling you that you didn't need to miss him when he, the object of your affection himself, was lying next to you. instead, he just yanked you closer, tucking your face into the crook of his neck and holding you tightly so you couldn't move, hoping that it would eventually lull you to dreamland.

"your mimo is right here. now go to sleep, you menace."

"and not to mention you kept-"

"nope." you put a hand over minho's mouth so he would shut up. "i've heard enough."

he pushes your hand away. "i deserve compensation for what i had to go through last night."

"the satisfaction of taking care of your wonderful girlfriend wasn't enough for you?"

"no," he says. then, you both just stare at each another for a few minutes.

"fine," you relent. "i'll make it up to you with one hundred kisses."

"i want a cat tower."

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[poebot]

“Toxic” Ellabs / F!Reader Part 1 | Part 2

summary: Ellie, your on-again off-again girlfriend, can’t seem to leave you alone. Abby is tired of watching you get hurt.

tags/warnings: this is mostly sfw! mentions of alcohol, ellie gets a lil handsy but that’s about it lmao

a/n: i go feral for the idea of hot women fighting over me so take this. on a more civilised note lemme know if you wanna see this continued in a part 2! apologies for any spelling mistakes ^_^

Your relationship with Ellie wasn’t what most would describe as healthy. You shared a bad habit of repeatedly breaking up and getting together again, always weak to her grand gestures and ‘I miss you’ texts. It was an endless cycle that neither of you seemed interested in breaking, but you had promised Abby and Dina that this time, this was it. You were done with her. Done with the constant flirting with other girls, with the endless arguments over her jealously problems, with the mess she’d leave your apartment in. You were done with it all.

Tonight was supposed to exemplify that; a trip to the club with your closest friends to celebrate your newfound freedom. You had put on your skimpiest dress (10/10 from Dina. Abby offered an approving thumbs up with minimal eye contact.) and had styled your hair and makeup just the way you liked it. Tonight was about forgetting about Ellie. And maybe finding someone cute to smash faces with, also in an effort to forget Ellie.

After one too many shots, you found yourself abandoning the group to go dance. You tried to coax the girls to join you, but Dina insisted they’d stay put and keep an eye out for you. They watched from a distance as your hands caressed your body, your tight dress clinging to your curves just right.

“She’s going to be the death of me.” Abby groaned, turning to face the bar. Being hopelessly in love with one of your best friends sucked, but it sucked even worse when said best friend was pining after a girl who didn’t treat her right. Every time you’d call her crying about Ellie, she had to physically fight the urge to shake you. To tell you that she was right here and would never make you feel this way. She hated Ellie Williams with everything in her. Dina pouted, rubbing Abby’s arm reassuringly and pushed a glass of whiskey into her hands.

✧༺♡༻∞

Your eyes were closed tightly, enjoying the fuzzy feeling of being tipsy when you felt a pair of large hands snake their way around your waist. You didn’t even have to open them to know who was behind you. Her clothes smelled of cigarettes and the same musky cologne that she always wore on nights out, and she pressed her lips against your ear as you continued to sway.

“Hey, baby. You look good.” Her voice was raspy and quiet under the noise of the bustling club, but she was pressed so close that you could hear her every inhale and exhale. You turned to face her, your eyebrows furrowed. “I thought I told you to leave me the fuck alone.” Ellie chuckled at your attitude, seemingly unconvinced.

“You say that every other week. Cmon… I seriously can’t change your mind?” Her roaming hands continued to reach lower past your hips, moving dangerously close to the curve of your ass. The flesh dimpled in her hands and you heard her let out a sigh. You hummed, pushing against her chest weakly as you felt warm heat flood your stomach. It was increasingly hard to resist her, from the alcohol thrumming through your blood stream to the tender way her body pressed against yours. She smelled so fucking good, you missed her so fucking bad, and before the rational part of your brain could think you were pressing your face into her neck, senses thrilled at being surrounded by her familiar scent and touch.

“Thought so.” Ellie smiled, moving your face from the junction of her neck to hold your chin up to look at her. “God. You look fucking amazing.”

✧༺♡༻∞

“Uh oh… Ellie’s on the hunt.” Dina chuckles, taking a sip from her cranberry vodka. She had spotted the girl almost half an hour earlier, sitting in a corner nursing a beer while she scoped out the crowd. In an effort to not spoil the night, she chose not to mention it to her friends. Atleast that’s what she told herself, ignoring the nagging thought in her head that this should make for good entertainment. Maybe Abby would finally make a goddamn move.

“What are you talking about?” Abby turned to look in the direction she was facing, and in an instant her smile dropped from her face at the sight of you enveloped in Ellie’s arms, her hands around your waist as she hugged you from behind. you seemed to be in a hushed discussion and your expression looked annoyed, but you made no effort to escape her as she started to sway with you to the music, her hips flush with your ass.

“You owe me like twenty bucks. I told you it would be less than two weeks.” Dina watched Abby over the rim of her glass, her lips slightly upturned in amusement. The girl was completely fucking hopeless. Her crush on you couldn’t be more clear, but your head was too far in the clouds to even notice. She punched Abby lightly in the arm, making her flinch. “Ow..” She murmured under her breath, as though her biceps weren’t crafted from stone.

“Dude. Stare any harder and they might combust.” Abby ran a calloused hand through her long hair, a nervous habit she had picked up whenever it wasn’t braided back. You convinced her to wear it this way tonight, telling her how pretty she looks with it down. Fuck, this sucks.

Abby stole another glance at the couple just as Ellie’s eyes met hers, and she planted a chaste kiss against your throat, holding the tense eye contact. Like a threat.

Fuck it. That was her last straw.

She grabbed her half full glass of whiskey and downed it, turning to Dina, her eyes blazing. “I’m going over there. She’s drunk, can hardly think straight. Shits’ not right.”

“Hey.” Dina grabbed Abby by her collar, yanking her back before she could storm off. “Go do what you gotta do. But if you get us kicked out of here, I’m beating your ass.”

#ellie williams x reader #abby anderson x reader #the last of us #wlw #ellie x reader #tlou2 #abby anderson #abby tlou #ellie tlou #abby x reader #ellie x f!reader #ellie x abby x reader #ellabs #tlou #dina nolastname #dina tlou #dina woodward

[asimpwithfreetime]

HIIII I LOVE YOUR WORK

Can I request a (yandere or smut) Aonung fic because I’m literally in love with him thankssss🫶🫶🫶

What about Yandere AND smut? I am feeling naughty today 😈 hope you enjoy

Nobody tells me what to do (aged up! Ao’nung x fem! Reader)

Summary: Y/n was Lo’ak’s future mate back in the forest, when she comes to look for him after 6 years, she finds out he mated with Tsireya. Ao’nung is there to help her out and make her forget him.

AO’NUNG IS AROUND 20 IN THIS FIC

General warnings: cheating, the other woman cliché (my fav tbh), yandere behavior, obsessive behavior, forced mating, gaslight, smut, pussy eating, squirt, fluid drinking,

The pussy eating in this post is inspired by @justasimps-blog Ao’nung eating pussy headcanons. Thank you for such an amazing work <3

[ 3rd Person POV ]

Y/n walked slowly towards the shore, her ikran waiting patiently there. “Wait” a voice behind her said. She turned around seeing a boy she had seen hours earlier when she was looking for Lo’ak.

“You know” the boy fidgeted, suddenly nervous “for a jungle freak, you are pretty cool” he started off wrong, Y/n was burrowing her brows with not a pleased face. “What I am trying to say is… ugh!.. would you like to join me at dinner tonight, it is getting quite late and I don’t want you flying in the middle of the night, it is dangerous”.

She cracked a soft smile for the very first time that day, she accepted. “Just for your information, I am the future Olo’eyktan” Ao’nung puffed his chest in pride. “So you’ll be eating with the best guy around here” he smiled at her.

Later that night, Y/n sat beside Ao’nung, much to everyone’s surprise. Lo’ak was quite angry watching them for afar as he was sitting beside Tsireya and his family. Neytiri was quite delighted to see Y/n with Ao’nung. Jake was surprised, he thought the girl would go back to home.

Lo’ak’s parents weren’t very happy of seeing how their son left her without any notice.

Ao’nung smiled triumphantly at Lo’ak. His pale blue hand snaking around Y/n’s waist as they ate. Y/n blushed at this. During the night, Ronal and Tonowari smiled at each other, finding Y/n as a good girl for their son.

Later, Y/n was invited to stay at the Sully’s marui pod, since Lo’ak lived with Tsireya in other marui. “Oh, sorry but she is going with me” Ao’nung smiled slyly as he took Y/n to his house.

Lo’ak was pretty aware of that.

Once on the Marui, Y/n turned to Ao’nung. “I am thankful for your help, but truly I would like to go home” she spoke solemnly.

“Home?” Ao’nung chuckled “but you are going to be my mate. I have already chosen you”. His eyes narrowed. “But… I am not ready to be promised to someone again…” she responded, her heartbreak coming back. “Who has talked about promising? I am going to take you right here right now, mates for ever in front of Eywa” he smiled darkly, walking closer to her.

She began to feel nervous. “But first I gotta convince you, to show you things that he couldn’t do to you” he spoke with pride and disgust at the same time. The mention of he was pretty disgusting for Ao’nung.

“Ao’nung, what will your parents say? I… I mean, you are the future Olo’eyktan, maybe the Gad already found you a mate” she spoke quietly.

“Nobody tells me what to do” he smiled cockily, closing the gap between them, snaking his arms around her back and pushing her body flush against his. “You wanna be mine? Are you choosing me back, sweetheart?” He cooed next to her lips.

“Yes” she responded without thinking. He smashed his lips against her. His hands went down, squeezing her butt, making her squeal into the kiss. The kissing soon turned into a make-out session, which had both of them on the floor. Ao’nung on top of Y/n. He moved her beaded top away, softly caressing her skin with the tip of his fingers.

Once he broke off the kiss, he kissed her jaw, followed by sloppy hickeys on her neck to softly kissing her breasts. Firstly with love, then with lust. He sucked and nibbled at her nipples, making her moan and squirm under his power. He held her hips to stop her from moving.

“do you like this?” He question between soft kisses and nibbles. She moaned softly before responding “yeah”. His hand swirly made its way towards her loincloth, toying her pussy through the thin fabric. He stared at her with a sly smile, looking at her while she moaned and her eyes rolled a little bit back.

His kissed trailed down her stomach before stoping and pulling at her loincloth, successfully getting her naked. Ao’nung sensed her nervousness so he pulled his own loincloth off, that way they were equal. His dick was fully erect, glistening with precum as he lowered himself to start eating her out.

He first licked softly all the wetness accumulated, taking his sweet time. His ego was being boosted by the way she squirmed and softly moved with his movements.

He began tongue-fucking into her, pretty aware of the way his nose pressed flat against her clit, the nerve bundle bringing bolts up Y/n’s spine. He slurped the juices that came out of her, obviously trying to make them as obnoxious as possible.

Y/n was near her orgasm when he began sucking her clit and finger fucking her. So he had to use both of his strong hands to keep her thighs apart and to not let her wriggle away from him. He continued sucking her clit, even after her high.

Y/n had lost her voice and now she could only moan and sigh in a high tone or squeal with really high notes. Ao’nung had never felt prouder. The way he knew she was coming again, overstimulated and he just continued to suck and suck and swirl his tongue in circles. And Y/n could only moan, scream and unknowingly buckle her hips in the search of more pleasure.

He began finger fucking her again, changing both hands pulling her down to just one arm trying to hold her. As she tried to escape the oncoming orgasm, she felt as she could pass out, her toes began curling, her whole body jumping with the bolts that run up and down, she came undone.

Her sweet scream-moan could have been heard in the whole place. Her fluids coming out rather fast as Ao’nung tried to drink as much, most of it flowing down his chin into his chest and abs. His dick twitched with interest, more precum flowing out of it. He then lapped at her entrance, trying to get the last drop, she tried to pry him away, trembling and moving with sudden spasms all over her body.

“Did you like it?” He smiled cockily, her juices still on his chin, chest and abs, now reaching the base of his cock. She wasn’t able to respond “I said did you like it? Come on, use your words” he passed a finger up her slit, pressing ever so slightly on her clit, she twitched again, her vagina pulsing over nothing. “Now, did you like it?” He threatened with his finger pretty close to her warm and wet pussy.

“Eh… ye… yes… I… I like it… alo…. A lot…” she was breathing heavily, taking her time to get back to herself.

#avatar x reader #avatar james cameron #avatar #avatar 2 #yandere avatar (james cameron) #yandere avatar #avatar ( james cameron ) #ao’nung x reader #ao’nung #ao’nung smut #yandere ao’nung

[low-budget-korra]

Or you are truly like the Targaryens or are Team Green, you can't be both.

Seriously, the greens are Hightowers. Alicent sons are nothing but pretentious white hair Hightowers that some people Stan because they think they are attractive.

Aegon II is a rapist, Aemond is a murder who can't even command his own dragon (not only he is a Wallmark version of Daemon, the show also made him look stupid and incompetent.) and will commit war crimes against the common folk. Alicent is a bitter middle aged woman who hates Rhaenyra because she had the life she wanted. Otto is a vicious snake who only thought about himself, bro sold his daughter for power. Criston is a incel who didn't got over Rhaenyra not wanting to run away with him. The only ones that are innocent are Helaena and her kids

On the other hand, Rhaenyra is the RIGHTFUL queen who tried her best to avoid the war and whose only crime was to love a man outside her marriage. Daemon most evil act was a response to the violent and coward murder of prince Lucerys. Lucerys, poor thing, stabbed Aemond just to save his brother since Aemond was about to smash his head with a rock. Jacaerys was going to be such a noble and good king, we can see by the way he joined allies who fought for him even after his and his mother death, he also died to protect his younger brother. Rhaenys fought bravely against two dragons and died like a G, she alone with her dragon was able to seriously injure Aegon II and his dragon, her only mistake (in the show) was not murdering the greens when she got the chance. Baela and Rhaena fought bravely for their family.

Also, it means a lot when the honorable and noble Starks fight for your cause and the Lannisters fight against it (and I love the Lannisters in Game of Thrones more than the Starks)

Anyway, I don't mind people who like the Greens just stop being hypocritical and pretending they are saints, they are not

#game of thrones #house of the dragon #house targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen #jacaerys velaryon #lucerys velaryon #rhaenys targaryen #alicent hightower #otto hightower

[ken-dom]

Interview With The Mermaid

Holland March x afab!mermaid!reader

Summary: Holland gets into the tank to interview you. He is, of course, immediately distracted. After all, you’re a mermaid and he’s curious about your anatomy.

Warnings/content: nsfw, light making out, heavy petting??, finger talk?, alcohol, drunk Holland, underwater shenanigans

Two huge hands spread warm around your waist and you turned sharply, tail swishing beneath you in the water to find your balance.

You appeared to have been accosted by a man in his vest and boxer shorts, a beyond ruined cigarette hanging loosely from between his lips and a cast on his arm that you were pretty sure he shouldn’t immerse in water like this. He looked a mess, but god did his eyes sparkle.

He looked absolutely smashed. Completely dazed. You wondered how much a person needed to drink to find their way into the mermaid tank and actually try to capture one of you.

You couldn’t help but smile and stroke his cheek. Poor baby really thinks he has a chance with the mermaids? He’s bold though, you’d give him that.

And he was gazing at you as though you were magical, so, feeling playful, you leant in and pressed your lips softly to his, the sodden cigarette slipping out and floating slowly away as he eagerly opened his mouth. Your tongue brushed against his lightly and you could taste the alcohol, even beneath the water. When you pulled back, he looked blissful, eyes closed and a dumb, longing smile pulling at his moustached lips.

You wanted to dive back in for another taste, but you were running out of breath.

As you prepared to float up for air, he opened his mouth to speak but all that came out was bubbles. You smiled and shook your head.

He gestured something at you with one hand,the other still firmly planted against your waist. You kind of liked how it felt. How big it was.

You shook your head again and pointed upwards.

The dumbest smile you’d ever seen spread across his face then and he nodded, holding onto your hand as you swam up.

‘Ok, sweetheart, what were you trying to tell me down there?’ you asked softly after a deep breath, curious just how intoxicated he was.

He shook his hair like a dog fresh from the bath to move it away from his eyes before slicking it back with his fingers. It was only then you realised just how handsome he really was. Wow.

‘Ha’ two quessions,’ he slurred.

‘Go ahead.’

‘’ve you seen Amelia? She’s… I’m ‘melia… and I needa find-’

‘Don’t know who you’re talking about,’ you stopped him before he lost his train of thought completely. ‘Next question.’

‘How’d I getta your junk wi’this tail in the way?’ he slurred, clumsily pawing at the join where your costume met your flesh.

You laughed out loud at that, gently, but heartily.

‘Honey, even if you could get to it, what exactly would you do with it in a this state, hmm?’ you cooed, stroking his cheek again. He pressed his face into your caressing palm with a dreamy sigh and butterflies exploded in your stomach.

Get a hold of yourself, you scolded mentally.

But then he flashed that stupid grin again and your heart raced. It turned into a smirk and he leant in to whisper in your ear.

‘Could do things you - hic - can’t imagine wi’these fingers, baby.’

His arm in the cast had snaked around your waist, and his other hand began clumsily sliding down over the curve of your stomach beneath the water to where the apex of your thighs would be if you weren’t a mermaid, and he rubbed slow, firm circles into the faux scales covering your heat with his fingertips all the while, nipping sloppily at your neck.

Even through your mermaid suit, his massaging fingers sent sparks of pleasure shooting through your core. But you couldn’t carry on — not here, and certainly not in your costume. It was torture. You needed to feel those fingers. Really feel them.

Closing your eyes in frustration, you managed to whisper, ‘Hey, come here.’

You pulled him away, guiding him in the water until he was in front of you and letting him stare longingly down at your bare chest (and current lack of junk below), ‘Listen, honey, I’ll be off in an hour. Think you can sober up a little by then?’

He eagerly nodded at you, eyes wide as though you’d promised him the world.

‘I’ll have shed my tail by then, so you can do whatever you want to me with those supposedly unimaginable fingers of yours,’ you cooed, picking up his hand and sucking a thick finger into your mouth breifly.

Holland’s breath caught in his throat as your tongue swirled around his digit, and he was glad his boxer shorts were loose fitting because if he had his trousers on right now the whole party would be able to see his hard on through the viewing window if they stood at the bar — and how could he seriously interview any more guests when they’d all seen his schwanz stood to attention just from a kiss and a quick fondle?!

You leant forward and sealed your lips over his again then, tongue playfully dancing with his. One last little taste to keep him hooked. Not that you needed to try.

‘What’s your name?’

‘Holland,’ he breathed.

‘Go get dressed, Holland. Sober up. One hour, ok?’

‘One hour,’ he repeated in a whispered breath as you swam away beneath the water again, displaying your magnificent tail and bare chest for all at the party to see as he watched you longingly, waiting for his boner to go down. ‘One hour, then I can finally find out where mermaids keep their junk. Fuck.’

#not s f w 💀 #his little wave when he’s chasing them 😭🫶 #holland march x reader #holland march smut #holland march x you #holland march x y/n #holland march fic #holland march #the nice guys #the nice guys fic #the nice guys 2016 #ryan gosling #ryan gosling x reader #ryan gosling x y/n #ryan gosling x you #ryan gosling fic #ryan gosling smut #ken-dom writes

[crazycriter]

heres a brief analysis of both book and movie treech in my writing and why i portray him the way i do :)

i have VASTLY different understandings of treech compared to the majority of people i've seen but since like... 5 people here know me on ao3 i want to explain how i write him and why.

despite how awfully the movie did represent him in comparison to the books, i think when you boil both versions down, they share some core similarities. but, they have one KEY difference — his violent nature.

starting with book treech, the three main aspects of him that i like to portray is his kindness, intelligence and his immaturity.

book treech juggles in the zoo and decides to kick his feet on the scoreboard, two things that i believe depict a sort of childlike innocence. treech's age is never given -though i do agree he's probably around 16/17 - but, his actions illustrate that in situations as dire as the hunger games, even tributes who are clearly able to kill hold the characteristics of a younger person.

his intelligence is shown throughout his game plan in the arena. much like foxface, treech spends the entire time hiding and taking rations from other tributes. this is a tatic that relies heavily on smarts instead of brute strength. this is one of the main reasons i wrote him to want to be teacher in allies or enemies in the arena.

treech's kindness is mostly shown through his death. in the books treech dies due to lucy gray throwing herself into his arms and hugging him, which he. sort of returns? either way, i think his weakness clearly being a literal embrace coveys how he wanted comfort instead of violence. even in his last moments he bashes the snake to death instead of lucy gray. so, in show your fangs i made sure to get it clear that treech was a SWEET boy, put in an awful position that took no pleasure in killing.

i tend to focus on movie treech's vindictiveness, cowardice and empathy.

treech's empathy is shown through his reactions to lamina and tanners deaths. in the movies his reaction to laminas death is clear - regret, guilt and such. and with tanner though its more muted the same is felt as, treech takes the trident out of his body (something I wrote in from eden and fire behind his eye to be to let him bleed out faster and be in less pain) and looks mournful when he looks at tanners body.

treech's cowardice is illustrated through him abandoning lamina. now, it's clear he didn't wish to leave her, however he's rightfully fearful about the consequences not going with coral could have. is it completely understandable why he left? absolutely. is it still something that stems from a lack of bravery in the situation? yes!

treech's vindictiveness is portrayed through his seeming hatred for lucy gray. this is where his character varies the most from the book — movie treech is very violent compared to the book. he seems to hold a grudge against lucy gray (something i believe is due to laminas death happening because lucy gray got away, then tanners happening because she smashed the water) and actively targets her, along with coral.

to me, movie treech can be borderline classed as mentally unaware towards the end as he seems to lose himself after laminas death, becoming completely involved with killing, instead of only following instructions as he had been prior.

obviously the major difference between book treech and movie treech is him joining the pack, however i think this can relate to book treech if you look at through the lense of him being coward. he is a coward in the books, as he completely stays away from any confrontation until he knows the other tribute is weak enough for him to take and movie treech is simply fearful of the target it puts on his back.

i often make jokes about book treech and movie treech being two completely different people, however the only difference i say that truly comes from his personality is his violent nature and sadistic enjorment in the movies.

my work that focuses on book treech — work song and show your fangs — definitely makes him a teenager who is fearful of the games and is lucid throughout the arena and has his own panics about morality and his want to go home.

my work that focuses on movie treech — a fire behind his eye and from eden — are more or less depictions of a mentally ill teenager losing his mind. (and him being autistic, but that's more a projection.)

thats all! <3

#tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #treech tbosas #frankie yaps #treech analysis #as always ao3 is catnipac3 #character study

[teecupangel]

Just saw some Medusa art and thpught "what if Desmond got sent back, but as a stone turning snake man?" Eagle vision makes his ancestors immune and it allows Desmond to sense where he's going, even when blindfolded, cause accidently turning his sncestor to stone would break his heart. Oh! Maybe he does turn them to stone and in his grief kisses the statue and they revive? "Huh, guess Sleeping Beauty got something right."

If we go with Altaïr, Desmond is locked inside the ark until Kadar opens it. This of course fresks Kadar out, cause this is NOT what Al Mualim said they'd have to retrive. Cue Desmond seeing Altaïr getting attacked and goes: "So you have chosen death". After much murdering and screaming and statues getting smashed Desmond curls around Altaïr like he's a giant teddy bear and Altaïr just stands there, very much confused.

With Ezio, it's the obvious "Desmond is in the vault". XD I can't help it, i just love EziDes too much! ^^ Though we could add in Immortal!Desmond in Altaïr's Library. He could sleep curled around Altaïr in the chair and when Ezio wakes him up, he is suprised and sad that he couldn't join Altaïr in the afterlife(not that he believes in it, but being alive without Altaïr hurts). With this Desmond doesn't end up together with Ezio as for him it feels like it's only been minutes since Altaïr died and once he is "ready" to move on, Ezio is already married to Sofia. He does become a kickass nanny and protector of Ezio's children though.

That's about it, just an interesting idea that popped into my head. ^^

… We do have this fic idea that’s more on the Modern Day gen side so Imma focus on the stuck on the past pairing side for this one :)

In this one, Malik would be the one to say that Desmond must be the treasure they’re meant to take back to Al Mualim and Desmond’s like “nononono, bad idea. He’s a Templar.”

Malik wouldn’t believe him, obviously, but Kadar would be more on the fence. Altaïr would actually be the one to wonder if Desmond is telling the truth. Desmond is just happy that Altaïr is trying to believe him. Altaïr, on the other hand, is at that point in his life that he has lost his trust to the Creed and, by association, to Al Mualim.

Oooohh, what if… Altaïr covers Desmond’s eyes with his red sash to make sure he doesn’t accidentally petrify anyone and Desmond is just so touched while Malik and Kadar are sorta worried because Altaïr is treating Desmond gentler than anyone they have ever seen Altaïr with. And the four of them go rogue to find evidence that Al Mualim had betrayed the Brotherhood.

During that time… Altaïr and Desmond’s relationship ‘blossoms’.

We can make our cake and eat it with Ezio! Let’s have Desmond actually wake up in the vault when Ezio is born and he stays in the vault for as long as he can, until he finally finds it in himself to touch the last memory seal. There, he watches as Altaïr’s last memories was after Desmond had fallen asleep before him and Altaïr tells him his final goodbyes, telling him that he knew that Desmond was going to live longer than he will and that he treasured all the days he had with Desmond until the very end. And then, by the end of it, Altaïr says something like “I will not ask you to forget me. I am too selfish for such a sacrifice. All I ask is that you live, Desmond, and you find happiness. Whether that is in the arms of another, I will understand. Because I know, even if you find someone else to love, you will never forget me and you will always love me, the same way I will always love you even as my body turns to dust. So… grieve for me for as long as you need, ya omri, and, when you are ready, find your happiness once more. Remember our time not with tears but with a smile… and create more happy memories.”

So his relationship with Ezio would be more of a slowburn with Ezio trying to learn how to be an Assassin and Desmond trying to support him while still being in that rickety bridge of grieving for his first love and finding the courage to accept his growing feelings for Ezio.

(Or, you know, we go for the “Altaïr gets reincarnated as Ezio” route which we can more generalized as Desmond’s love will keep reincarnating, appearing first as Altaïr, then as Ezio, then Ratonhnhaké:ton (or maybe Edward first?), etc)

(Although, Desmond being a kickass nanny would be awesome and he’d even add Shao Jun to his list of ‘children’ even though Shao Jun is old enough to not need any nanny).

#i’m not sure if I should count this as #desmond is turned into a creature subgenre #but imma tag it anyway #ask and answer #no usual tags because #altdes #ezides

[bijouxcarys]

WAIT NO SORRY I MEANT NUMBER 5 FUCK

Okie dokie, i didn’t proof read this, but I sincerely hope it’s okay! At some point it gained some kind of mythological undertones, but I kinda like it!

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Aphrodite

Pairing: Robert Plant x Unnamed OC

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUTTY SMUT

Smut Prompt #5: “I can’t pull out when you wrap your legs around me like that.”

Tags: @callmethehunter @celestial-dragoness @whothefuckisanja @m-faithfull @strsmn @ourshadowstallerthanoursoul @chromations @angrychicksposts

Robert was so excited when he saw that familiar face in the wings.

She said she wasn’t going to be here. That she had too much going on at work to join him on tour. But yet, here she was, an expression of encouragement towards her long-time lover as he pranced and jived across that stage.

Toothy grin plastered on his face, Robert’s energy skyrocketed, and it showed during Heartbreaker. Even from her place at the side, she caught glimpses of a singular prominent vein up the side of his strong neck as he wailed for his people.

With a permanent smirk, the Golden God strode along the expanse of the stage, dragging his snake-skin-clad feet behind him like a noble steed. Though, Robert transcended the prototypical energy of a knight and his steed.

His chest puffed and shoulders back, the command over the ministrations of his onlookers was a mere act compared to the way his fair lady conquered his being.

For a moment, he was in the midst of symphonic coitus, making balmy and visceral love to his Queen through the way his body rocked and rolled in time with Jimmy’s cadenced playing.

Through the thousands of flushed and elated faces looking up at him, he only saw her.

Even when his eyes were shut, or she was an ocean away, it was always her.

His mind began to wander. He thought of all the ways he could convey the joy of seeing her, of having her with him…by having her. He envisioned her soft, feminine form straddling his lean hips, joined together from below. She’d roll her body over his, creating a perfect rhythm synonymous with worship.

But as much as she loved to worship him, he lived to worship her.

That’s why, when all was said and done at the venue, Robert and his lover bypassed the post-show extremities and landed exactly where they both desperately needed to be. Locked away in Robert’s hotel room.

Very little was said between them as they devoured one another, mind, body, and soul.

Their lips were aching and swollen from heated kisses. Hair was tangled and clothes were carelessly disposed of once Robert had her hoisted up against the wall.

Her hands clung to his golden locks as he meshed their lips together once more, and steadily ground into her, teasing her core with what was waiting to bury itself deep inside.

Robert took advantage of the way she leaned her head back against the cool wallpaper, attacking her supple throat as he coiled his hips back and forth. Her moans were so ethereal, her gasps were the life source he needed, and her hot, flushed core was home.

She let out a small yelp as he urgently pulled her from the wall and over to the bed, making his fantasies a reality by holding her above him. She loved this position. When she was able to feast her eyes on the man she was lucky enough to call hers. To watch as his chest tightened and his jaw fastened shut, his brows creased and his plump lips dropped open to give way to hefty breaths.

Observing him intently, she raised and lowered herself onto his rock-hard cock, smirking as he widened his eyes in response.

“W…Don’t we need—“

She cut him off by pressing her hand to his mouth. With a shake of her head, she reassured him that she needed him raw and entire within. They could worry about the potential consequences later.

“Just pull out, baby…” she hummed against his lips, teasing him with a stolen kiss. “You know how much I like it when I’m covered in you…”

“Fuck,” he huffed, digging his fingers into her hair and smashing his lips into hers. He was slowly losing control. Her hands splayed across the expanse of Robert’s broad chest, using all her strength to rotate her hips just the way he liked it. His hips were instinctively lifting to meet hers, quickly picking up a pace that had them both moaning and panting in congruence with one another.

She unleashed a barrage of praises, words of pride, over his earlier performance on stage, relentlessly reminding him that he was the ruler of her world, her body, her mind, her soul… her perfect man.

Earth could have the Golden God, but she got to have him.

Robert was unable to form a coherent response, her soaked walls coating his cock and creating lewd noises below each time they met with eager, passionate thrusts. He gripped onto her with mammoth hands, moving her body in time with his the needier he became. Until it wasn’t enough. He needed to take his control back.

He sat up, wrapping his muscular arms around her waist as he flipped them over completely. He stood at the edge of the bed, pulling her towards him by her legs until she was pressed flush against him. Blue eyes piercing into hers, his cock once again impaled her, and the remnants of Zeppelin’s Golden God came back into view.

Robert fell over her, humming at the restricted feeling he felt as she locked her legs around his waist, her ankles crossed and the heels of her feet pressed into his lower back. One hand on the side of her neck and the other holding onto her smaller hand, fingers intertwined, he proceeded with a spine-chilling, earth-shattering pace, angling his hips in such a way that allowed his cock to hit all the right places in the depths of her aching cunt.

“Mmm—missed you, darlin’…” he grunted, lips inches from hers. He attempted another kiss, but the speed and intensity of his love made it near impossible to do so. So he settled for the continuous dance their lips played upon one another’s. He could tell by the way her neck and chest flushed up and the heaving of her chest became unsteady that she was on the edge.

“Robert…” she gasped, arching her body up into his in an attempt to feel every single part of him. Her free hand clawed at his shoulder. She was so close now. She’d been thinking of this moment all day. He coaxed her into her blazing release, proclaiming his unconditional love for her, the woman he deemed the Aphrodite to his Eros.

The way she tightened around him sent him into overdrive, so much so that pulling out seemed like a far cry from reality. His love felt too good, but he knew better.

Robert gave her a warning look as she only seemed to strengthen the hold she had on him with her legs. With a breathless chuckle and a crooked smile, he pushed some hair out of her face to look down at her.

“I can’t pull out when you wrap your legs around me like that.”

Her post-release daze made it hard to decipher what he had panted in her face, but not impossible. And in some impulsive, orgasmic throe of eternal ecstasy, she ripped her hand away from his and held his face close to her, breathing in a silky voice.

“Then don’t… come on, baby, I want it…” she encouraged him, her hips jolting through her sensitivity. “I want you inside me forever. All of you.”

��Naughty little minx…”

“Yeah?” She hummed. “Show me how naughty I am… make me feel it for the rest of the night…” She nipped at his lower lip. That did it. With a primal growl and a shudder, Robert gave her what she wanted, happily filling her with his thick load, and giving in to the power she had over his white-hot libido.

In that moment, they knew she’d be making unexpected appearances for as long as they presided at the feet of Aphrodite.

#Robert plant #Robert plant x reader #Robert plant fanfic #robert plant fanfiction #robert plant smut #led zeppelin #led zeppelin fanfic #led zeppelin fanfiction #rock music #70s #classic rock #writing #writer #fanfic #fanfic writing #smut prompts #writing prompt

[porcalinecunt]

𝐈 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐘.

✟ 𝐁𝐀𝐉𝐈, 𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐀, 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐘𝐔

✟ 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅

𓂅 ✧ tokyo revengers boys kissing their boyfriend for the first time + finding out they like boys

𝐜𝐰 — none, just tooth rotting fluff.

𝐚/𝐧 ❥ this is me dumping my queer hc’s onto my favs and also, well, i love boys. this entire account will be mostly boys kissing boys and being gay. enjoy 🫶🏼

𝐁𝐀𝐉𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄

bisexual disaster

met you in class, and despite his attitude and short temper, you somehow fell for the runt.

what started as a playful spit spat, ended in you confessing in a bashful attempt to bag the boy. it somehow worked.

however, even after a year with him, neither of you swallowed your pride and stole a kiss. even in close calls, they’d never touch.

with that said, you’d initiate the kiss.

sitting on his bed, the two of you studying for the next exam. but neither of you could focus.

more awkward staring, baji would lean closer until your noses touched. suddenly, the gold eyed boy would pull away quickly. face redder then a tomato.

fed up and impatient, you impulsively grabbed his face and smashed your lips against his.

the both of you sat there stunned, before you felt your boyfriend’s hands wrap around your neck and melt into the kiss.

didn’t take long for his tongue to start prying through your closed lips, until it intertwined with yours. his mouth tasted of blood and vanilla.

when you finally pulled away, he immediately pulls you back in. he became insatiable.

“we just got started, why stop now?”

𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀

kissing boys is his hobby, stop lying

you were not the first boy he kissed, but you were definitely his favorite.

on the other hand, he was a friend you fell for, however, too afraid to open your mouth.

the night he stole your first kiss, you found kazutora hanging out outside the valhalla hideout. he stood alone, seemingly waiting for you.

bastard saw how red you were, flustered from how gorgeous your best friend looked in the setting sun. how you wanted to kiss him right then and there.

you dug into your jean pocket, pulling out a small letter with a heart sticker keeping it shut.

you watched as he only stared at the shut letter, not looking interested. he stuffed it in the pocket of his valhalla jacket before stepping closer. staring into your eyes and his nose touching yours.

his hand snaked around your waist and yanked you closer until your lips fell onto his. he turned his head to deepen it, much to your shock. a muffled squeal broke the deafening silence.

pulling away, he smirked as your face fell into a hue of pink and eyes widened. a chuckle filled your ears, only worsening the blush on your face.

“thought i didn’t know? you’re too obvious m/n…”

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐘𝐔 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎

closeted homosexual

met you after you joined toman, specifically, the first division. boy oh boy.

you were a stoic one, keeping a straight face despite the blonde vice commander always worshipping his friend and you.

even with all the fanboying, he denied having feelings for you, claiming it was nothing.

google play boy’s a liar by pinkpanthersss (ft ice spice)

one day, baji decided to spend friday evening at a local fair. he not only invited his vice captain, but you and kazutora.

throughout the night, you allowed the stone cold mask you wore to slip off. this leaves chifuyu falling harder for you, now seeing a warmer side of you. he would crack though, when the night was closing to an end.

before leaving, you all decided to board the ferris wheel. you ended up in a two man cart with chifuyu, leaving you all alone and inching towards the top.

when it stops, silence and muffled laughs could only fill your ears. you looked out at the city, the bright lights carving out chifuyu’s soft features. he looked so beautiful splashed in neon hues.

it was all a blur, however, he finally spat out the words he always wanted to tell you.

not allowing himself to finished, his warm palms cupped your face and he pressed his lips against yours. the taste of cottan candy and taffy made you blush.

pulling away, the both of you locked eyes as a bright smile stretched on his lips. a hue of pink formed on his cheeks.

“so..does this mean we’re a thing..?”

❥ reblogs/feedbacks are appreciated. thank you for reading !

#—toni. 🧺 ࣪˖ 𓂃 . ࣪ #baji keisuke #chifuyu matsuno #kazutora hanemiya #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev fluff #tr fluff #tr hcs #tr headcanons #tokyo revengers headcanons #male reader #tr x reader #tokyo revengers baji #baji x reader #tokrev baji #baji x male reader #tr kazutora #kazutora x reader #tokyo revengers kazutora #kazutora imagines #chifuyu fluff #chifuyu imagines #tokyorev chifuyu #chifuyu x y/n #tokyo revengers chifuyu #chifuyu x male reader

[definedbydaylight]

“It’ll Be The Last Time” - Matty Healy x F!Reader

Part 2:

Masterlist: .°˖✧

Word Count: 2132

Warnings: angst-ish, smoking, alcohol, drugs and semi-smutty?, mostly just mentions of it, also i promise this is a Matty fic i just love George so i can’t help but add some love for him in there

Series Summary: “You’ve known Matty since you were 14 and the boy has never failed to get on your last nerve, but over the years you two end up having unexplainable moments where you can’t help but feel you two are connected in a way you’ll never feel with anyone else, until one night he tells you something that may change how you view the boy forever…”

January 13th 2011

Today is finally the day, your debut album is coming out and you should be over the moon, you should be enjoying being out with your friends celebrating, but instead all you can think about is the words Matty spoke to you last summer. You hadn’t really spoken to him since, you’d been out with all the boys since then, you really couldn’t avoid it cause somehow Kelsey and Ross were still going strong all these years later, so you’d seen Matty, you just hadn’t spoken to him past a simple greeting. The club you were at was hosting a release party for you, a small area roped off for just your group, your manager had set everything up as a surprise, you would’ve been fine with a small listening party in your flat, but Kelsey insisted you go along with the idea and enjoy your big day. Honestly she was probably more excited for the release than you were, she’d been planning your outfit for the last week, acting as if it was your wedding day.

The situation at hand felt all too familiar to you, the fact that she’d picked you out a green dress to wear only added onto the nostalgic feeling, but you could never say no to her. You’re currently downing your third dirty shirley of the night, you were over an hour into the party and there was still another 45 minutes before the album dropped and your sad music would be blaring through this club, you almost left bad for the people who came out here who didn’t know what they were about to be subjected to. George and Adam are the first of the boys to arrive besides Ross who’d come early with you and Kels, they walk over to your chosen spot in a booth in the far corner of your section, they both greet you with a hug.

“Don’t look too happy about beating us to an album now y/n!” George jokes to you.

“Oh please we all knew she’d be the first.” Adam nudges your arm. “But for real love what’s with the sulking in the corner? It looks like it’s Kels’s release party!”

All three of you look to Ross and Kelsey dancing together to whatever upbeat club song was playing at the moment, the instrumental far too loud and drowning out any words that would help you identify it, you give a small laugh.

“Just preparing myself for the world to either hate it or love it I guess, I’m ungodly nervous.” You admit to the two.

“Oh please y/n/n! ‘With Your Permission’ is going to smash, every song is a fucking tune and you know it!” George had always been the most encouraging about your music dreams.

“Everyone’s a critic though.” You reply slamming back the rest of your drink, when you look back up you see Matty entering with his girl of the week on his arm. “I need a shot! George care to join me?”

He smiles and follows you back up to the bar, you can’t see but you feel Matty’s eyes following you both as George snakes his arm around your waist guiding you through the crowd.

“4 shots of Tequila please.” You smile kindly at the bartender as he prepares the liquor for you both.

“Any particular reason for the excessive alcohol consumption?” George teases you as the shots are set in front you both.

“Killing the nerves babes.” You smile at him, it’s only a partial lie, you were trying to drown your nerves in alcohol, but it wasn’t about critics or ratings, it was about his best mate who’d drunkenly confessed his love for her just barely 5 months ago now.

“Good enough for me.” He kisses your forehead and you both shoot back two shots in each in quick succession.

Afterwards your eyes find Matty’s and you can’t read his expression like you usually could… it was going to be a long night.

2006:

George and you and had been off and on since the dance, you weren’t really official in the dating sense, but when you both got horny or felt like being romantic you knew exactly who to go to. No one in the group questioned it, you were teenagers and you had sworn to Kelsey about a thousand times that you didn’t want anything serious and she trusted your decisions. The only person who took issue with it was Matty for now obvious reasons, he never really said it but his body language and snide comments told you enough about how he felt. Especially now as you were currently sat on George’s lap at another one of your school mate Josh’s parties, his hands on your waist and one of yours playing with the ends of his hair and the other holding a cider Ross had just brought you on his way back outside from the kitchen. Your whole group was gathered around a makeshift fire pit in the backyard, the heat from the flames keeping you all warm in the crappy early english spring, you were honestly surprised it hadn’t started raining yet as you stared at the dark clouds overhead.

“I’m bored!” Kelsey interrupts the comfortable silence you all’d built up, minus the muffled party music coming from inside the house. “Ooo! Let’s play a game!”

The group groans in unison at the suggestion, but when she breaks out the puppy dog eyes at Ross he’s quick to convince everyone to agree to a drinking game.

“What game do you even have in mind?” You ask your best friend wondering what she might have up her sleeve this time.

“Let’s do never had I ever! You say something you’ve never done, and if someone in the group as done it, they have to take a shot! Adam would you be a dear and go grab us a bottle of something and a few those little plastic shot glasses I saw in kitchen? I’d make Ross do it but he’s just got back from the last trip I sent him on.” And of course no one can say no to Kelsey, so Adam nods and is off to the house.

You all set up in a little circle on the patio beside the fire pit, you’d taken your spot next to George and somehow you’d ended up directly across from Matty on the other side of the circle, his stare held on you and he nursed one of his many smokes of the night. You and Matty hadn’t spoke of what happened at the dance since that night, you’d felt bad in a way about how you’d just left him there, but he knew you liked George, his best mate, and he’d still kissed you. Adam returned with two bottles, one apple sourz and a store brand tequila, a baggie of shot glasses under one arm, behind him trailed the host Josh and you and Kelsey’s school friend Maya.

“Hope you don’t mind but I brought along some randoms to make it more interesting.” Adam says as he hands everyone a shot glass and places the alcohol in the center of the circle.

The game started innocent enough with stupid and playful “Never Have I Ever”s, everyone had taken as least 2 shots at this point, and you were all definitely starting to feel the affects of the alcohol. George had made the mistake of getting on Matty’s nerves by using a very specific embarrassing example to get him to take a shot, and what happened next didn’t help.

“Okay! Ummm.” It was Maya’s turn, and she had no clue what flood gates she was about to open, and neither did you. “Never Have I Ever… had sex…” She admitted quietly.

Ross and Kelsey both took their shot expectantly, as did Matty, you felt your face heat up as your glanced to George at your side, he quirked his eyebrow up at you as you both smiled and threw back your shots together.

“Y/N L/N!” Kelsey shouts from other side the circle. “You dirty dog! Why didn’t you tell me!?” She faked being hurt as she placed a hand over her heart.

You put your face in your hands at the new found attention from the group and leaned over into George, he sweetly rubbed your back and laughed a little at your embarrassment, but you knew it wasn’t in a mean way. The one person you expected to make a comment hadn’t spoken up at all, just sat in silence with a small smirk on his lips, something brewing in his eyes. Josh’s turn was next, then Adam, and finally it was Matty’s turn.

“Hmmm…” He feigned being deep in thought about what he’d say. “Oh! I know! Never Have I Ever kissed my date’s best mate while at a school dance.”

Silence overtook the group after he spoke, your face stilled and your heartbeat quickened as you made eye contact with him.

“That is so weirdly specific.” Maya laughs not knowing the gravity of the situation.

“Well?” Matty speaks up again. “Go ahead and take your shot June Bug.”

Everyone’s eyes were on you again, but this time it wasn’t embarrassment you left it was anger, you held your gaze on him as you took your shot.

“My turn.” You say with heat behind your words that everyone could feel.

“Umm no it’s Kels-” Josh tried to speak up before Adam slapped a hand over his mouth.

“Never Have I Ever tried to throw my best mate under the bus by telling his date all he wants from her is a ‘good shag’ before telling her I’ve always cared about you more then kissed her without thinking about the repercussions of my actions.” It’s your turn smirk at him. “Go ahead Matty…” You say drawing it out. “Take your shot.”

George is quietly fuming beside you and his grin on your waist tightens as Matty grits his teeth and takes his shot, the tension in the air is so think you could cut it with a knife, and your just glad you can tell his anger isn’t directed at you, but at the curly headed brunette.

“Jesus Christ Matty.” George mutters as he rubs his temples with his free hand. “You know if I wasn’t drunk as shit right now I would break your fucking nose.”

“Damn Matty you did not think that through.” Josh laughs trying to lighten the mood and failing.

Kelsey is watching at you as you stand up and turn to George, a worried expression on her face. “Fancy yourself a ‘good shag’ babes?” You smile at him.

He looks up at you, smiling right back. “With you? Always.” You grab his hand as he stands up, you both pass Matty as you walk to the house, but George pauses for a moment and leans down to Matty’s ear. “She’s bloody fantastic in bed by the way.”

You both enter the house taking up residence in the master bath for some privacy, meanwhile outside Ross is handing Matty’s ass to him on platter. Only Adam knew the true nature of Matty’s feelings for you, Matty didn’t open up about how he felt about these kinds of things easily, only telling Adam after he’d gotten wasted at his after the dance. Matty truly did feel bad with how he’d handled telling you about how he felt, but tonight he was drunk and high and couldn’t stop himself from being an ass after learning the George had been the one to deflower you.

“Lay off him man.” Adam tried to to speak up and Ross whips his head towards him.

“Are you kidding me! He acted liked a child and practically decided to try and ruin his relationship with not only y/n but his best mate as well in the process!” He yells, he then redirects his attention back to Matty. “What we’re you thinking Matthew!?”

Matty sat in silence now, just taking everything Ross had to throw at him, at some point before now he’d reached for the apple sourz and began to down as much as he could, feeling every emotion and yet none all at the same time. Kelsey was rubbing Ross’s back trying to get him to calm down but it wasn’t working and she eventually gave up, going to sit between Josh and Maya, trying to process the events of what just happened and why you hadn’t told her.

After several more minutes of verbal abuse from the friendly giant Matty had finally had enough. “FUCK OFF ROSS, I’M BLOODY IN LOVE WITH HER! OKAY!?”

Silence overtook the group once again, everyone finding out the truth 4 years before you did.

Part 3

a/n: okay haha idk i just got into a rhythm while writing this so idk if it’s good cause my brain cannot handle trying to check it over rn cause i have work in like an hour haha, but i’ll revise when i get home! anyway hope you all enjoy! xx

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Chapter Nine (Part 2)

Town is wild and full tonight, and immediately I find myself among a battlefield of bottles and cans and fast food takeaway boxes. A man runs past me with his top off and swinging it over his head as though it’s not three degrees and drizzling, and on the steps of some Georgian townhouse there are three girls singing a tuneless rendition of Auld Lang Syne. One of them drops an unopened bottle of Mickey Finns down the steps and I instinctively reach out and rescue it before it bounces hard enough to smash. 

“Here.” I say as I hand it back to her. “That would have been a waste of a tenner.”

“Aw, thank you hun.” She says, one fake eyelash hanging off her lid. “Happy new year. You’re stunning.”

“Thanks.” I laugh. “So are you.” 

Before I can walk away she takes my hand in hers, stares into my eyes and says “You have the best 2012, you deserve to be happy.” And I sort of feel like I’ve just been blessed by this girl, bewitched by the magical powers that only drunk girls have after midnight.

“You too.” I say to her as I slide my hand away. She gives me a queasy smile that makes me wonder how much mine resembles it when I’m drunk like that. I ask her if she knows where the best pizza is. 

“Primo.” All three of them say, and one of them points me towards Dame Street. “The absolute best.” She says, and does that little chefs kiss motion with her hand, so I believe her without question. 

“Oh I’ve heard of Primo.” I say.

“Hearing about it is nothing, hun. You have to try it.” 

“Well I can’t wait!” I say to them, and I continue my journey down the street. 

“Get the Piccante!” One of them roars after me, and I can’t help but laugh as I spin around to wave at them as I continue backwards.

“Will do!” I call out. “Thank you, angels.”

The queue at Primo is already out the door and snaking several metres down the street but there isn’t any part of me that cares about that. I join it, thinking only of my rumbling stomach and how satisfying it will be when I get to take my first bite of authentic, stone baked Italian pizza. Besides, I’d rather be in this queue than still be in that awful club pretending that I think Ulysses is a normal man. 

When I get  inside of the place it’s like a cattle mart, and it’s so rowdy that they have three bouncers standing watch over the crowd. The boy in front of me, one of the short-back-and-sides brigade, starts squirting water from his plastic bottle onto a group of girls sitting in one of the booths and they’re turning around and shouting at him repeatedly, causing the volume of the entire place to rise to a cacophonous level. A bouncer has to come over and confiscate the bottle. 

“Sorry,” says the boy. “I was messing.”

“I don’t give a shit if you’re sorry.” snaps the bouncer, getting up into his face. “Just stop doing it.” I think that it must be quite cathartic to be a bouncer sometimes, you can just say whatever you want and nobody will do anything about it, even if you punch them in the head they’ll be too drunk to stop you. What it must be like to hold ultimate power over the creatures of the midnight streets. 

When I get closer to the front of the queue I get a full view of the staff behind the till working at a frenzied pace whipping pizzas out onto the counter like croupiers at a blackjack table. I watch them, mesmerised. They’re the pinnacle of efficiency, three of them behind the counter buzzing around each other at an incredible pace, nobody getting in anyone’s way, all of them sharp and so quick and so alert that it seems superhuman to me. Through the beads that cover the door to the kitchen I can see the cooks shovelling dough into the hot ovens in a way that reminds me of old footage of men loading coal into steam trains in England. I marvel at this industrial hub they have going for them. 

One guy crosses over the doorway so quickly that all I see is a flash of platinum hair, but it’s all I need to be hit with a jolt of recognition. All at once I remember why the name Primo was so familiar to me. This is where Dean Cullen works. That was him. In the kitchen. Dean Cullen is a cook at Primo. I want to smack myself in the forehead because I knew this already, Marnie found out about it and told me a while ago, I guess it just didn’t strike me as important enough to truly commit it to my memory bank. Not until now, at least. 

I peer anxiously back there trying to get another look at him, but there’s so much movement that I can’t. Once I start thinking about our final message exchange I can’t stop, and it just swirls around and around in my head as I keep my eyes on those swinging beads on the door. How strange and stilted and awkward it was, how he blocked me just like that, as though I’m the kind of person who’s easily blocked and deleted from one’s life. It bothers me more than I would ever like to admit to somebody out loud. We were getting along alright, finally, and then… he rids me from his contact list just like that? How can he do something so callous?

“Can I take your order please?” Says the guy behind the till, and I blink, unaware that I had even reached the front. 

“Um. The Piccante, please.” I say. 

“Twelve euro.” I hand him the cash and he tries to move me along but I stay where I am. “Um. Does Dean Cullen work here?”

He stares at me like I’ve sprouted horns. “Yeah.”

“Do you know what time he’s finished?” 

The guy sighs loudly so that I know I’m the one who’s clogging up the gears of this well oiled machine with my stupid question, but he whips some clipboard from a shelf underneath him and flips up the front page. “Half one.”

“Oh, okay.” I say. “So not long.”

“Next.” he says, and starts taking the order of the girl behind me. I go over and stand waiting for my pizza. 

Half an hour later I find myself sitting on a bench outside Primo, biting into my absolutely divine Piccante pizza while staring very intently at the side door that leads into the restaurant. By the time Dean finally comes out my hands and feet are so cold that I’ve lost all feeling in them, and by the startled look on his face as I come clomping up to him in my chunky heeled sandals I’m sure I must resemble some kind of horrible ghoul. 

“Dean!” I say. “Hang on a sec.” I start shoving my greasy pizza box into the little letterboxed sized gap in the nearest bin, and he waits around to watch me struggle gracelessly with it, which I take as a positive sign. 

“I want to talk to you.” I say once I’ve abandoned my mission and left it hanging halfway out to come stomping towards him. 

“What are you doing here?” He says, obviously confused. “Were you waiting for me?”

“No, I was getting a pizza.”

“Nice?”

“Yeah, I got the piccante.”

“Good choice.”

“Yeah it came highly recommended.” 

He stands there staring at me with one eyebrow arched. “So… You wanted to talk to me, yeah?”

“Yeah I did… I…” I feel the burst of confidence that overtook my body moments ago make a prompt exit from my body and I feel unbelievably awkward. I should have gone home. What did I even think I was going to say to him anyway? I think I just wanted to channel my outrage and now that I’m face to face with him and he’s not acting like a villain I don’t know what to do with it. “I wanted to say that I’m sorry.” I decide. “For the whole thing with, you know, Marnie and all. Before Christmas. I hope that whatever she said didn’t give you the wrong impression of me, I mean, I didn’t say anything bad about you. At least I don’t think that I did.” 

“Oh.” He says. “That. Yeah, it’s alright.”

“I really wasn’t spreading rumours about you, I don’t know what she said to you.”

“I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. Honestly, I don’t remember doing any… hand touching stuff. I was out of it. The next day I just didn’t want to deal with any drama about it.” He shrugs and starts looking around like he wants to leave. “Is that what you came here to say?”

“You blocked me.” I state, and he looks at me, his pupils very black in the dark. 

“So what?”

“That’s an extreme thing to do.”

“Okay well I’ll unblock you then.” He takes his phone out of his pocket and taps around on it before flipping it around to show me that he actually has, even though I’m sure he understands that the point wasn’t the fact he blocked me. It was the why. He interrupts any potential expansion I might have on the topic by asking me where my friends are. 

“We were in Lost Society.” I explain. “I left, Marnie is still there.”

“Lost society?” Dean says with exasperation as if going to Lost Society is a really weird thing to want to do. “Isn’t that just full of eighteen year olds the whole time?”

“Yes, and I am eighteen.” I remind him. “But I hated it there. I left straight after midnight.”

“You shouldn’t have left on your own.” He scolds me. “Do you not know the kind of creatures that stalk this town at night time?”

“I’m sure I’ll be fine.” 

He shakes his head and mutters something under his breath.

“I will!” I insist. “I haven’t far to go home, sure I live in town.”

“You should get the bus.” He makes a pointed look at my shoes, the straps of which have turned lines of my skin white, and my bare toes poking out of them blue, and I start shifting around on them uncomfortably. 

“The night bus is like five euro.”

“Yeah so?”

“Walking is free.”

“You’re a very weird girl.”

“You’re a weird boy.”

“Am I?”

“Yes, who just blocks somebody for like, nearly no reason. That’s weird.”

“Oh, we’re back to that again, are we? I never knew you’d be so affected by it. A block is only a block.”

“I’m not affected.” 

“Whatever.”

“Whatever.” I say in my best Elle Woods voice and then I turn on my heel and start heading south.

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Since I am bored, here is what i think the rise boys would be like if they were in the 2012 storyline

(All the other characters remain as their 2012 versions, only the turtle brothers are swapped)

✨Season 1 edition✨

(first few are from the episode "Rise of the Turtles" and the rest are just jumbled)

Since i dont think you can just go up and buy an alligator snapping turtle and a spiny softshell turtle as pets let's say Splinter worked at a zoo or something

Leo, Donnie and Raph were new arrivals while Mikey just hatched a few days ago amd Splinter was assigned to idk, take care of them

Splinter was about to let them join with the others in their enclosure but the Kraang arrived to try and get some animals for testing

Splinter fought them, accidentally getting the mutagen on himself and the turtle, mutating them and turning him into a rat (he was feeding the snakes with rats before he went to check on the turtles)

He ran off with the turtles, trying to get away from the kraang and taking care of the new turtle tots at rhe same time

They still have different ages, Mikey being 13, Donnie and Leo being 14 and Raph being 15

Only Mikey has an exact birthday since he was hatched when Splinter was there, Donnie and Leo arrived at the zoo at the same time so they considered them twins while Raph arrived in a different time.

They celebrate mutation day with the tradition of Splinter telling them their "super hero origin story"

Raph was the only one actually allowed to go up top since he's 15 but the brothers complained and he promised to watch out for his brothers when they do

They are a lot more stealthy than they were before, it's a necessity for Raph, since he's big

Raph was the one that suggested they save April (instead of 2012 Donnie)

Leo and Donnie were ready to run off and had to be dragged back to join them in saving the girl

They fail miserably because they're not used to working together yet

Raph volunteers to be the leader (instead of 2012 Leo)

Leo was the one that threatened Snake when they caught him

"Let's play a game I creatively call, Mutation roulette! You can turn out as handsome as moi! Or you can turn into Donnie." "Wow." "Shut up, Donnie, you're ruining my drama!"

Raph had a hard time coming up with a strategy until Leo butts himself in

Leo is still the turtle that taunts Snakeweed to the power source thing

Donnie is still the turtle that saves April from the helicopter

Because none of them has a crush on April, there's no excuse at writing her badly.

Instead of the classic Leo and Raph rivalry, it's Donnie and Leo that fights for Splinter's attention

The spiderbytes episode would not happen because Raph is still like his Rise self, nothing really changes

It also wont happen because Mikey steals the phone, Leo smashes it on the pavement and Donnie makes sure no one believes the man

Donnie has a traditional bo instead of his tech bo because i dont think he can get his advanced tech in the living conditions of 2012

Plus Splinter is a but more strict on the hacking of banks

Since Jupiter Jim does not exist, they only ever watch Space Heroes, Mikey absolutely loves it

Donnie names Metalhead "Shelldon"

Leo thinks the name is so boring for such a cool robot

Raph still has Spike

Mikey still tries to befriend Chris Bradford and is the first to kick him in the ass when he finds out what he reslly is

When Splinter asked Raph whybhe thinks he was chosen as the leader, he answers with:

"Because i'm the eldest, and as the eldest, its my job to protect my brothers"

His answer is another reason why he won't be staying as leader for long

He is very much into the idea of being heroes

Often times Leo is the one that ends up giving strategies and ideas to the team

This caused somewhat of a fight between Donnie and Leo because Donnie thinks Leo is trying to steal the leader spot from Raph to get Splinter's approval

(don't worry they may fight for Splinter's attention but they're still twins through and through)

"Trying to steal the— you don't even listen to Raph half the time!" "Yeah because the ideas come from you!" "Those ideas helped us win!" "If you would just let Raph think for himself then—" "Fine! I'm gone!"

Leo walks away after that argument

"See if you can work as a team without me then!"

Karai ambushes Leo as usual

Leo sees her as a challenger, a fresh of breath air

"Look at what you did, Donnie! Leo's crying!" "It's just blinding powder, Mikey, this ninja ambushed me and—" "Someone ambushed you?! Are you alright?!" "I'm fine, Raph, geez."

Splinter taught him a lesson that he already knew.

His brothers doesn't need him, he needs his brothers.

The incident with Snakeweed happens like before, Mikey still gets knocked out and Raph only ever tells Donnie to attack and Donnie, out of pride, has to follow orders.

Raph tells them to retreat even if Donnie doesn't want to

Donnie ends up finding Leo and Karai on the rooftop before they plan on stealing the sword. (instead of 2012 raph finding him)

Leo does the naming most of the time

Mikey still tames and names Leatherhead and instead of the weird pizza soup, he actually cooks hims something nice

Mikey loves cooking and when April gabe them groceries from time to time as a thanks, he took that as a sign to learn how to cook

He shudders everytime he remembers they were eating algae and worms for most of the 13 years of their lives

Also the first to discover pizza

Him and April bond over cooking

Donnie ends up being close to April like a sister, he's slowly turning her into ghe darkside

"Stop corrupting her, Donnie" "She already came in like this."

Donnie wants to go to April's school but he knows he can't

His motivation of saving Kirby is not because of April (maybe a little bit since he's a bit guilty that he at first, was about to ignore her when she needed help) but because he wants to prove himself

He named the Newtrilizer like usual and Leo is offended

The whole A team, B team still happens, but the B team ends up being menaces.

The purple dragons do not like Leo and Donnie, most importantly they don't like Mikey (Mikey yelled at them for choosing a life of crime instead of actually working for once)

Donnie and Leo had a little bit too much fun rolling Chris Bradford around in the trash can when they used him as hostage in exchange of Murakami

Mikey smiling down on him was the last one he saw before he was shoved in said trash can

Most of the ninjas are afraid of how big Raph is

The brothers bully Baxter Stockman as per usual

The parasitica episode is practically the same, but Raph and Donnie's bites hurt a lot more

Instead on just focusing on tech, Donnie is more rounded and has knowledge with chemistry and biology

Leo is team medic because Donnie does not want to touch the ew

It's practically the same when they first encountered the Shredder, but Donnie and Leo kept on attacking

Mikey went in his shell when the billboard fell on him

Leo went out of his way to impress Karai whenever she shows up because he wanted to look cool and a better rival

Donnie ends up telling them about Karai

Mikey thinks she can be good

Raph doesn't trust her like Donnie

Raph ends up being the one that has to drive the Shellraiser

Leo drives if Raph can't

Raph can't have his own go cart because he's too big

The whole mutant cockroach thing went differently because Raph isn't afraid of cockroaches

At the season finale, Leo overhears Splinter telling Raph that the mission must always be accomplished no matter what or who is the cost

He took that to heart

As the Technodrome began to fall from the sky, Leo saves Mikey from falling in the gaps and uses his brother's kusarigama chains to hold Kraang Prime back

"GO!" "Leo! I'll hold em back, give me the chains—" "Get them out, Raph! April can't barely stand, you're the only one that can carry her and our brothers to an escape pod in time!" "I am NOT leaving you—" "I SAID GO ALREADY!"

Raph understands that and grabs Mikey, and Donnie (and in extention April, since Donnie was struggle a bit when carrying her)

Donnie tries to run back out to Leo but Raoh closes the pod.

"'Nardo!" ("Leonardo!")

Donnie was, honest to god, ready to cry.

Mikey was ready to dive into the ocean despite not knowing how to swim

Raph thinks back to what Splinter said. He thought it was supposed to be him that's under water, not Leo. He's the big brother, he's supposed to be doing the sacrificial acts

"Missed me already?" "LEO!"

Cue in a turtle pile plus April

He got scolded real good by Raph

Splinter apologizes in the end about what he implied and was glad his sons are back and that the world is saved

Splinter suddenly says that Leo is the leader now (after Raph suggested it)

(damn this got unnecessarily long)

#tmnt 2012 #rottmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2012 #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #what if #what if the rottmnt brothers were in 2012 instead

[neverchecking]

I know genderbent! reader was sort of a touch and go thing, I just want to add in my two-cents bc I'm a firm fan of topping and if I was given a penis Hylia herself could not save these boys from the whore I'd become. I still use he/him for the boys bc gender swapping is a slippery slope and I merely want to smash.

The focus was Koridai and Courage so I'm going to keep it on them. Spoilers: I didn't

tw/cw: NSFW, boys being a bit creepy, but this is yandere so that's to be expected, a bit of voyeurism for the triplets.

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Those two are fucking menaces to reader, trying to pull out all stop for just the tip, holy hell that tip.

You bet your ass they're trying to pull all stops to guess the color, they didn't even try this hard to save Hyrule. I imagine that the two are a begrudging duo due to the fact that they probably joined the group at around the same time, also because of their overall cringe nature, birds of a feather and all that. While the other, more competent members are trying to find a way to reverse whatever this was those two are teaming up to try and get laid.

The vast majority of it isn't very smooth either. "Oh no, a snake bit you on your inner thigh, don't worry, I'll suck the venom out for you~" Courage winks, meanwhile Reader's just looks at him blankly, said snake nowhere to be seen.

They get smack upside the head multiple times by the other, more contained, members of the group (both not wanting to make reader more uncomfortable in any way, and also not wanting those two to be the one's reader sleeps with). Eventually though, they try to strike when reader is alone (good luck), trying to 'discreetly' use their bodies in order to entice reader to take a bit into them.

"holy hell is it hot in here!"

"...put your tiddies away"

"it's nothing you haven't seen before~"/"make me~"

I'm half tempted to make reader a little shit, tired of their advances that seemingly doubled since the shift, and just approach Hyrule one night like "I'm here to make an offer".

They refuse to hide it too. Reader just walk back to the camp smugly with a very happy Hyrule following behind they're so sick. Hyrule definitely has a hit on his back after this, but he can't seem to care when you allow him to sleep in your bedroll for the night. Maybe he can even stay next to you for protection while you guys travel🥺.

Maybe the pair manage to wear reader down. Koridai actually being quiet for once as reader rests against a tree or something, skillfully sliding his head against your thigh, resting right next to them. Reader accepts the fate, running their fingers through his hair, ignoring how their breath hitches the closer he moves his head towards their crotch.

Not to get too into it, but I imagine he (and by extension, other Link's) suck dick the same way they eat pussy: by trying to literally kill themselves with it. He doesn't even remember how Reader's cock got out, but the weight of it in his mouth nearly makes him finish. The motherfucker barely gets any air with the way he gags himself around it, forcing himself forward until his nose is buried against Reader's crotch, making the fingers in his air tighten.

Reader isn't necessarily getting any air either, not with the way Courage grips their hair, pulling them into a deep kiss and unashamedly moaning into their mouth.

He hates that he's not the one pleasing reader, but Kori had gotten there first, and if the two fought that reader would absolutely leave. No worries, he may not have been the first but he would most certainly be the best.

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Also as I was writing this I kept thinking about Sage and how he wouldn't stand for that taking place, so here I am finally giving the walking red flag some attention.

Only it's to immediately cuck him because I have favorites and it's not him.

You bet your ass he would 100% be Reader's #1 defender against those two, and maybe reader thanks him with a gift of their own, something a bit more personal.

Or maybe he's just as bad as they are once he realizes that it's working, and reader just gets sick of it.

"Hey Wild, can you do me a favor really quick"

Wild has never moved faster in his entire life, fuck dinner he's getting laid.

Wild's not quiet, he's not muffling his moans out of embarrassment like Hyrule would, he's probably fucking amplifying them. He wants everyone to know just how good he feels, his hole stretching around Reader's cock as he swallows them in greedily.

Wild's flexible, do with that what you will.

I can't even say Sage is punching the air, that man is beyond pissed that Wild, that failure, managed to be blessed with Reader's body and he didn't. No one will know peace, sorry. Reader take one for the team and just do it.

I think that everyone is sleeping on Calamity though, that's my baby, full set of uncomfortable armour and all.

He would seek reader out a bit more, not being able to properly get used to his new form, even if it was only temporary. He may not tell them the particular problem, but reader can see that he's a bit troubled and needs a bit more care than usual. Does Cal use this to his advantage? Who knows, he doesn't say.

Maybe he and reader sleep in the same bedroll (or room if you want privacy), their forms pressed up against eachother. Cal buries his face into their shoulder as Reader's hands trace across his body, humming a bit or quietly talking to calm him down. Only, it has the opposite effect and it's only riling him up.

It's taking a bit long, so all of this to say: Cal whimpers.

No bc Anon thank you for bringing this back I need to talk about this.

Add in all your two cents because I would also become the biggest whore.

Now, Courage and Koridai.

These two are the worst. Not only are they, loudly might I add, guessing the tip color, no, their adding details.

"I bet they have the nicest curve."

"Veiny for sure."

"I'm sure I can't even wrap my hand around it!" Shit like that. They're putting their whole bussies into it. Hyrule who? Nah, they're tryna figure out how many inches.

When it comes to Courage and Koridai, I also imagine them a duo bc, everyone else has been there much longer and...let's be honest. Those two are just so cringe they need to entertain each other when Reader simply needs a break. And while everyone is probably on the down low tryna get laid, these two's first priority is dick first, then we'll see what happens.

They're so clunky with it it. "I'm not great at holding conversations, so lemme hold your dick instead :D".

Reader is just O-O.

They for sure get smacked like every time their mouth opens bc everyone just knows something stupid is gonna come out of it. They don't even need to wait to know.

I imagine them bold enough to wait until their alone. Just straight up stripping whenever they feel like it. Like oh, Reader is talking to Twilight? Shirts coming off. Sitting with Legend? Pants are gone. Playing a card game with Four and Time? They are all but throwing themselves into Reader, in nothing but underwear.

Honestly, Reader whose so done with everyone's shit is my jam. Especially one that just goes to Hyrule and is like 'wanna fuck?'. Fairy boy is all over it. He would be such a pretty girl too. I just know it. And I know you said Reader is smug, but picture if you will, Reader who is just blank faced while Hyrule is on cloud fucking nine. He's sticking right next to Reader, where they can't touch him. He's not even asking, he's just in your bedroll waiting for you. He's following you everywhere. congrats Reader, you just got yourself a new shadow!

Should the pair manage to wear reader down, it's probably when their separated from the rest of the chain. It's a slow process, going down as slow as possible while Reader is possibly reader or sum, only to gasp and grab his hair because suddenly his mouth his hovering over their new dick.

They all eat dick the same way they eat pussy. For sure. If they're not suffocating just a bit, they're not doing it right. Koridai is practically cumming the second he gets a taste. Air? Haven't heard of it. Just dick. :).

And with Courage capturing their lips and silencing any protests? Reader stands no chance.

And your foolish to thing courage isn't down there the second Koridai is lettin gup, licking his lips while Reader's still reeling. Like you said, he has to prove he's the best.

Now, Sage. My lovely sage. I'm always here to give my mans some love. <3

Because I have favorites and one of them is him lmao

He's their new guard dog even with this new form. Now, as we said prior, Sage is good at getting pity. So not only does he have gloom, but now he has this whole new thing going on and he has no idea how to work around it.

The second Reader even mentions Wild, Sage is whipping around like 'excuse tf outta you?' And should Wild get to Reader first, Sage is L I V I D. Bc now he has to feed the other fuck heads and he's stuck listening to that tick have the time of his life.

In fact, he's probably thinking of all the ways he can be better. He would do anything Reader Asks. And since Wild is so flexible, so is Sage.

Reader is taking one for the team no matter what man bc Sage is a menace to the group. The biggest brat when he doesn't get his way. So, c'mon Reader, just let him suck you off as a treat. :)

NOW CAL MY BABY BOY-

He is another one who's using the pity card. He's pouting and giving puppy dog eyes because 'his armor doesn't fit right anymore :(' and 'how does this body part even work??? :('

He's fidgeting with his outfit constantly, making it obvious that he's uncomfortable, but it's all just a rouse to get Reader closer. To get them right there where he needs them. He and Hyrule are throwing fucking hands to sleep in your bedroll with you even though Wild and Sage have already done so.

Cal is for sure letting Reader explore his new body for him. Explaining why this feels so good or why that will eventually turn into something good. Cal is giving himself so whole-heartedly just to get a taste of that dick as well.

Because yes. Cal Whimpers because Cal is a bottom.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk. :D

#cinder rambles #Cal is a bottom #spread the word #genderbent reader

[littlesparklight]

I feel like if one uses the "snakes cleaned their ears in Apollo's temple as babies" way for Kassandra and Helenos, they'd have been perfectly normal seers up until Kassandra gets cursed.

No reason not to disbelieve them - but then they probably weren't prophesying doom every single day, all the time, either.

Not that they couldn't have, but looking at things from what the ~vibes in Troy seems to have been pre-war/pre-Judgement, I don't think they were. Except, maybe, in the most confusing of abstract/animal omen ways that means no one (not even them) can easily decipher them?

Alternately, the only war-related omen they get is taking over their mother's dream omen... all the way up until Paris joins them, and then it suddenly stops. :))

If one goes with Kassandra only getting her mantic art via having promised to sleep with Apollo and then revoking her consent, and he then already having given the gift can only spoil it, you don't have any such trouble, I think... though it depends on how old you want Kassandra to be. Specifically, how old she is supposed to be at the end of the war, since that would greatly restrict/influence WHEN she gets cursed.

What always fascinates me when it comes to Helenos and at least some aspect of his mantic art is that moment in Book 7, when he apparently gets SOME version (smash-cut edit? paraphrase?) of Athena and Apollo's conversation, and goes to Hektor about it. It's funny, but it's also like - is Apollo repeatedly giving Helenos paraphrases of literal divine conversations for him to use lol

Given how Hektor talks to/with him, I feel like Helenos probably doesn't get that many/any at all? visions too much in the future, maybe? Both Kassandra and Helenos prophecied in the Kypria, too, but that of course doesn't say anything about how much/far into the future they necessarily saw.

#greek myth thoughts #cassandra of troy #helenus

[sapphire-mage]

Y'all Mind if I Praise Subspace Emissary?

Talk about Peach's characterization in the Mario got me remembering an entire sequence of scenes in Subspace Emissary from Super Smash Bros Brawl, and it still blow my mind how we had this sequence of...

Peach and Zelda (later disguised as Sheik) get rescued from their imprisonment and are told by Solid Snake to stay put. They ignore that order and explore Meta Knight's ship, The Battleship Halberd, on their own adventure.

Peach, sweet lovable flower that she is, gets caught up in the crossfire between Fox McCloud's Arwing and the Halberd's cannons. Sure, Fox should probably be more carefully, but those guns DO need to be disarmed. So, he's sticking to the mission. She handles it well, save for one hit that Fox lands too close for comfort.

THIS PISSES ZELDA/SHEIK OFF, which leads to THIS BADASS EXCHANGE! And the two start to face off, and we as the player are like, "Oh shit! We about to do a Sheik versus Fox duel? We going back to Melee with these two? Time for wave dashing and Final Destination? But then Peach interrupts with this:

Peach offers a cup of tea, bringing peace between the two Melee monsters (plus, Peach is a Melee monster herself). And it's like, 'OH! I guess that got resolved! They're good now, right?' WRONG!

This thing, constructed by a variety of shadowy Mr Game and Watches, attacks them. And we, the player, get amped up, knowing we're about to have a showdown with Peach, Sheik, and Fox at our side, right?

BUT THEN!

Snake and Lucario show up, knowing full and well they caused this monster to manifest off screen. And the two of them are not exactly ones two back down from messes they made themselves.

So the two join the first, and you're like, "ALRIGHT! Five characters this should do the trick, right?"

WRONG!

Falco, who has been flying around like Fox was previously, decides to abandon ship and join in on the fight, because dammit: They are not about to have this giant showdown on the front deck of the battleship... WITHOUT FALCO LOM-FREAKING-BARDI! Attention whore (compassionate) that he is.

And then you fight them. And you're like, "Wow! All six of these characters in my roster! This is great!"

And when the fight ends, you get one more character.

Because Peach befriends Mr Game and Watch, allowing him to join us. And it's all so glorious, as all the characters truly act as they would in these situations. And I love it so much.

To be clear: This isn't a critique of the Mario movie version of Peach. I actually think that version of Peach will be very entertaining and likable. The key thing with Peach, for me, is that as long as she has love and empathy in her heart driving her every decision, she is a good Peach.

Honestly, the main point I want to make is that Subspace Emissary is very, very good, and we gave Brawl too much shit for 'not being Melee' at the time.

#Super Smash Bros #Princess Peach #long post #Brawl #subspace emissary #Sorry I needed to let this out

[terabyteturtle]

Fighter #11 - Captain Falcon

- You know how some people name their weapons? Well, the gun strapped to his side is called Falcon. How original.

- Every time he smiles, everyone swears they can see his teeth sparkle.

- Captain Falcon is a big fan of Jurassic Park. He’s not too keen on Jurassic World, though. He feels that it just doesn’t have the same coolness as the older movies.

- If he ever decided to quit racing (which would definitely never happen), Cap definitely has the potential to become a pro swimmer. He’s strong, has perfect form, and looks very elegant in the water.

- This dude totally wears a speedo to the pool, and it’s simultaneously the most cursed and most awe-inspiring thing the fighters have ever seen. The veterans are used to it by now, as they’ve been around him for a while, but the newer fighters wish they could get their eyes bleached. And then there’s Bayonetta, who seductively eyes him up and down the whole time. Whether she’s just teasing or she actually feels attracted to him, nobody knows.

- No matter how many times he’s ridden the Blue Falcon, Cap never gets tired of doing donuts with it.

- He will happily take the kids for joyrides, as long as they agree to keep their seatbelts on and take proper precautions. Safety is Cap's number one priority, especially when it comes to the younger fighters.

- Speaking of which, he is amazing with kids. He always knows exactly how to hype them up and put smiles on their faces.

- Whether he’s at a race or in the middle of a fight, Cap will definitely show off in front of the audience. It's not a traditional Captain Falcon event if he doesn't wink or salute at least once.

- If there’s a bug in the mansion, he’s usually the first one asked to remove it. Usually, he doesn’t mind, but if he has to deal with a moth, it becomes a big issue. For whatever reason, Cap hates moths. One time, Wendy asked him to take a moth out of her room and he reluctantly agreed. Cap hilariously tried to guide the moth into a glass cup, trying not to show that he was scared of it. Unfortunately for him, the way his arms were hyper-extended while his head was tilted back as far as possible made it painfully obvious.

- Cap can’t handle spicy stuff very well and gets pretty bad stomach aches if he has anything with peppers in it. The hottest thing he can handle without having any problems is a dab of hot sauce—that’s it.

- For a guy who seems so lively and outgoing, he doesn’t really speak about his past. Only Mario knows the whole story, as he’s Cap’s most trusted friend. Bowser Jr. theorizes that he used to be a superhero that got kicked out of some super secret hero league.

- Falco originally thought that the Blue Falcon was a cool spaceship and wanted one just like it. When he found out it was actually meant for racing, that only made him want it even more.

- Cap is extremely helpful. Whether someone seeks good advice or just needs help opening the pickle jar, he’s the guy to turn to.

- The kids trust him a lot. He’s like a really cool father figure to them.

- He believes socks are criminally underrated and doesn’t understand why anyone would be sad about receiving them for a special occasion.

- He and Lucario often have intense sparring sessions. There’s no bad blood between them; they just enjoy giving it their all and they can trust each other with going full force. One time, their match got so heated that they crashed Peach, Daisy, and Zelda’s tea party, breaking the table and all of the cups with it. Enraged, the princesses forced them to clean up the mess.

- Cap will often join Ness and Snake when they watch baseball games. If his favorite team wins, he gets super excited (a little too excited, if you ask Snake).

- All of his racing trophies are put on display in his room.

- Due to his popularity, he frequently has to avoid paparazzi in his world. He doesn't mind it too much, but whenever he returns to Smash, he finds himself to be more relaxed because he knows they can’t follow him there.

- In the back of his mind, Cap worries that Blood Falcon is going to hunt him down at some point. He knows he can fight him off, but he doesn’t want anything bad to happen to any of the other fighters. If one of the kids got hurt because of him, he wouldn't be able to live with himself.

- When the Koopalings are bored, he'll play Duck Duck Goose with them. Hey, whatever distracts them from pulling pranks on the other fighters. As long as it keeps the peace, Cap doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he enjoys hanging out with the Koopalings and thinks they’re actually really sweet when they’re not being mischievous.

- The suit that he usually wears is actually the same one that he wore in his younger years; the color just faded from blue to indigo over time. Because it's his original suit, the one he wore during many exciting races in the past, it holds a lot of sentimental value. He hates the thought of getting rid of it and replacing it with a new one, but at the same time, he sort of misses the original blue color. To make him feel better, the fighters got him a new navy blue suit for his birthday, custom made to look just like the old one. That way, he could have the color he wanted without getting rid of his original suit. Cap was so touched by the heartfelt gesture that he genuinely started tearing up.

- He lets Wendy practice doing makeup on him, and he always looks like a pretty princess when she's done.

- Cap’s actually a really good artist. Lemmy asks him to draw stuff all the time.

- He tries his best to keep the kids away from Ridley, Ganondorf, Dark Samus, Sephiroth, Kazuya, King K. Rool, and Wolf because he thinks they’re all bad influences.

- However, Bowser, Meta Knight, and King Dedede are trusted individuals. He knows they aren't completely evil and believes it's not too late for them to turn their lives around (which, for the most part, they already have). Plus, Bowser is the Koopalings' father, and he's already proven that he's a good dad.

- Wario is a big 'if'. Sometimes, he seems trustworthy and fun to be around, but other times, he can be a big jerk. When Cap found out about the baseball card incident, he wouldn't let Wario talk to Ness for days. He always reminds the kids to be careful around Wario; if he asks for money, don't give it to him.

- Halloween is his favorite holiday, and he goes all out for it every year. Once, he went as the Grim Reaper and was nearly hit by three separate cars because it was pitch-black out and no one could see him.

- Flying-type Pokemon are his favorite, especially Talonflame. Talonflame is his buddy.

- He really wants to join the Mario Kart races but knows that the Blue Falcon would be too overpowered.

- If Doc needs a break, he’ll hold mitts for Little Mac.

- Ganondorf is his biggest rival. They can not be in the same room with each other for five seconds without making an unfriendly competition out of nothing. It’s really difficult for them to see eye-to-eye and they fight very frequently.

- Pit used to believe Cap was some sort of fiery falcon god that he’d never met before.

- In his younger years, before he got into racing, Cap considered joining a motorcycle gang. Hylia knows what that could've led to.

- His favorite song from the Smash soundtrack is Mute City [Wii U/3DS]. He, Ness, Lucas, and Villager always get into debates over which Mute City is the best one. Ness likes the original the most, Lucas argues that Melee is the best, and Villager prefers the Brawl version. However, no matter what anyone says, Cap will always stick with the Wii U/3DS version because it fills him with a rush of adrenaline that he can't get from any other song.

#ssbu #smash ultimate #headcanons #captain falcon #bayonetta #wendy o koopa #mario #falco #lucario #peach #daisy #zelda #ness #snake #koopalings #lemmy koopa #ridley #ganondorf #dark samus #sephiroth #kazuya #king k rool #wolf #bowser #meta knight #king dedede #wario #little mac #lucas #villager