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ryanthel0ser · 3 months

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My Reactions to Trigun Stampede After Watching the 1998 show

So I watched all of the 98 show in less than 24 hours and adored it so I went into Stampede cautious and yknow I liked it just a tiny bit (as I am writing this I am on my 4th rewatch, I watched it for the first time 3 days ago, I adore it). I decided to document my reactions cause I feel like a few mutuals will enjoy this.

Episode 1

SPACE??? ALREADY??? JUST RIGHT OUT THE GATE???

awww hi Vash, lil guy <333

what are they cooking here, showing us the Rem situation immediately

Rem 😢

This is very much like Eva in DMC5

Oh they're reporters now?

WHERE'S MILLY, WHERE IS MY GIRL MILLY, WHO IS THIS GUY AND WHERE IS MILLY

i miss milly...

yep that's Meryl

VASHHHHHHH <333333 MY GUY <3333333

JOHNNY YOUNG BOSCH <333333333333333333333 (yes i watched the dub, it's good and I love Johnny Young Bosch)

only 6 million??

He's so sillay <333

MAJOR aesthetic difference

"Careful the kitchen's serving lead" queen

so weird to see a town not running Vash out

love that they're still mixing the music so that it's louder than the dialogue (not)

THEYRE JUST HANDING THE VASH AND KNIVES LORE AT THE VERY START?????

Knives you are so close to playing the Interstellar theme

I should really read the manga to see what they're adapting that 98 didn't

Ooo i love this song

98 STYLE ART ASDJFKAJDSFLJADFKJA THEY DID THAT FOR ME THAT WAS FOR ME THAT CATERS TO ME

Episode 2

I just noticed he calls him "Nai" euueueueueu

*insert catjam here* intro goes so hard

It'd be funny if Roberto went "man this sounds like Dante and Vergil"

Not him trying to cry his way out asjkdfjlkadf that's Vash for sure

I'm so glad they got Johnny Young Bosch for this I don't think anyone else could do it

July is still around??

"MAMA LOVES YOU BABY NOW SHOO" iconic

noooo :[

NEBRASKA FAMILY

"why'd they have to use this photo" it's a cute photo!

HE'S SO REAL

ONE BULLET VS 2 DOZEN DONUTS, LIKE YEAH CHOOSE THE DONUTS THAT'S BASED

Did they model Rosa after Milly to atone for the fact she isn't here

Me seeing things that are identical to the 1998 one: excited pointing at tv while pogging

"Mm, Yeah no <3" I love him so much

"what's wrong with being a little timid" I want to hold you and never let go, you do not deserve what's coming

look at my boy dodging lets go

"I don't have any reason not to...eh, I don't really care...I told you I don't" Vash you deserve the world

hell yeah gunslinger moment

VASH HOW STRONG ARE YOU??

that smile AUEUEUEUEUUEUEUEUEU it really reminds me of 98

HUH?

Episode 3

uh oh

well how we getting outta this

OH THIS GUY I REMEMBER YOU

HE GOT CLOWNED ON BY SAMURAI GUY

ANGRY VASH HELLO HI KING MISSED YOU

love seeing Vash angry some of my favorite moments are when he's pissed

oh this is a smart plan actually

"who's side are you on anyway" is this going to be recurring

KNIVES

man Knives you really arent holding back

the creators of this show went "hey we saw your twin angst in DMC Capcom and how much yall emphasize the twins so we'd like to do the same since you probably were inspired by Knives and Vash for the Vergil and Dante situation"

YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THAT GORE IS SICK <- blood and gore enjoyer

is Johnny Young Bosch the only returning voice???

this is the third ask for who's side Vash's on this is definitely recurring

uhhhh whatcha doing there

◉_◉

"you would shoot me?" lowkey wish it was still as funny as it was in the 98 version

WOAH RELOAD ANIMATION

He's living up to the Million Knives name

that is certainly a Million knives

Metal Gear ass name

WOAH THAT'S SO COOL AND PRETTY

holy crap they quickly established the difference in serious tone oh my god, there is so much emotional weight here

also the music is gorgeous

yeah the stakes are much higher in this version, they are not afraid to kill characters

this is just heartbreaking

Vash 🥺

"because I dont deserve to cry" VAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH AEUEUEUEUEUUEUEUUEUEUEUEUEUEUEUEUEUEU

so will we get to see what happens to July or will it just not happen

Episode 4

hi Wolfwood

not gonna lie I don't like this fit, the pants specifically

where's your nose king, they took it away

THEY HIT WOLFWOOD WITH THE CAR AHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH

oh well this aint good

Not a priest????

yep that's Wolfwood (lollipop scene)

he's much more emo here tho not as charming as 98

ASJDFJFSDL LMAOOO

loved that animation of Vash looking at the bill

well Roberto isn't wrong, you did work for Knives

hey isnt that Meryl's gun

"don't worry I can see through his emo persona ^-^" "HEY"

I KNEW IT WAS THIS KID

woah cool design

we are getting so much more of these guys than we did in 98

YUHHHHH THE DESIGN IS BASICALLY IDENTICAL

WOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

that actually looks good, id eat it

REVEALING THIS ALREADY?????

WHAT ARE YOU COOKING STUDIO ORANGE????

"i can see it in your eyes" dont think i didnt notice that little parallel

gate????

im snorting those end credit arts like crack cocaine

Episode 5

Todoroki that you?

WAIT I FORGOT WOLFWOOD IS VOICED BY TODOROKI'S ENGLISH VA AHAHAHAHHAHAHAH

the radio spouting religious stuff and doomsday talk is giving DMC5 intro

It's so interesting that at some angles the style is identical to the 1998 show

Vash in particular, they translated his facial expressions perfectly

OH THIS GUY

OH I LOVE THIS REDESIGN

I LOVE THIS REDESIGN A LOT

what's the deal with this kid

man they really are just tugging on my heartstrings in this show

"If God won't, I will!" STOP

Alice Angel that you?

OH NO

IS THIS WHERE I THINK IT'S GOING

OH NO

OH NO THIS MAKES THIS WHOLE SITUATION SO MUCH WORSE

HE KNEW HIM SINCE HE WAS A BABY???? SHOOT ME IT'D HURT LESS

HE WAS JUST SOME GOON GUY IN THE 98 VERSION I CANT AEUEUEUEUEUEUEUEU

same face as the 98 guy tho just with the scar

Oh Wolfwood doing that has so much more impact now

although in the 1998 version by having it not be someone Vash knew it added to how far Vash's ideals went and it caused Wolfwood to have introspection but this is a different arc

And in the 1998 version the situation is much more ambigous cause Vash is talking to the "kid" but he hasn't turned back at all yet and Wolfwood shoots

so it's more unclear who is right in that situation while in this you can see Rolo is sorta just frozen there and thinking so you're inclined to Vash's side more

what are they cooking, im so intrigued

Episode 6

WOAH WOAH WOAH WOLFWOOD WHAT IS YOUR DEAL

WOLFWOOD WAS A NORMAL GUY IN 1998

HE IS CLEARLY NOT HERE

"im like the cool big brother" tumblr does not agree

I have seen some art

THE SUITCASE THINGYS

CHARACTER THAT WASNT EVEN IN THE 1998 ONE???

MANGA CHARACTER AYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

this guy must be a bleach fan

OH THAT'S SO MUCH FUNNIER KNOWING JOHNNY YOUNG BOSCH VOICES ICHIGO AJAHHDAHHAHAHAHA

i love this 2D style can I get an entire anime in this style

Little Wolfwood and Little Megumi need to be in a idgaf competition

tiny menace to society

stfu this is so cute, how will this go horribly wrong

smoking at like 7 years old asjkdfalfd

Woah Trigun, your mom lets you have TWO tragic sibling plots???

wow they made Wolfwood trip balls

WOAH

THEY ARE NOT HOLDING BACK ON THE BODY HORROR <- thrilled about this

man they did screw you up

LEGATO

they took his emo swag

S+ what is this Devil May Cry

they flipped Legato's design and put the spikes on the right side and the part the other way

Livio has become Sans Undertale

Wolfwood better have a tiddies out fit next season

they were POPPING in 98

that jacket was STRUGGLING

"Ryan you're objectifying him" yes I am

I want to see his tiddies hand em over

Not gonna lie Wolfwood, you calling Vash "blondie" isnt helping the allegations

Episode 7

LMAOOOO THE BADLANDS GANG GETTING THEIR PHOTOS TAKEN AJSDFLJFSDK

i can't with this im AUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUEUEUEUEUUE

if Buddy Daddies hadn't sucked me dry from crying so hard (i had just finished it the previous day) I would be weeping

WELP HE JUST DID THAT

he aint dead though i saw stuff about him

Legato not gonna lie I prefer your 98 version so far, like he made me shake in my boots a bit

Vash why is your arm made of the blown glass stuff they use to make little glass figures you see in the glass cabinets at the back of the PX or at a big gas station

that gun definitely hit something, just not the town bet

the title card of "Wolfwood" after he calls himself the punisher asjkdfjlaf

hello why am I crying at the scene of Vash with his hands against the glass in the plant

this just in, scene so pretty with pretty music that it made Ryan cry

not the first time

OH HE'S A PLANT

THAT MAKES SO MUCH SENSE

IM SO STUPID HOW DID I NOT REALIZE THAT DURING 98

ONCE AGAIN GOING FERAL FOR END CREDIT ART AALALALAAODFOAOAOAOAO

Episode 8

oh nooooooooooooooooooo

dont show me this

dont show me them being happy

my little baby boy auaueueueueueueueueueueueueueueu

"im mom to the sweetest boys in the universe" ONE sweet boy

The little blush on Nai dwaw

Plant lore????

Saverem? Really that's her last name??? Is this Metal Gear

BRAD???? THAT'S BRAD???

actually not surprised that's Brad

"there has to be something special that only you can do" be the most babygirl anyone could ever be, though you gotta grow up for that

I CANT LITTLE VASH AUEUEUEUEUEUEUUEEUUEUEUEEU

I NEED TO TAKE YOU FAR AWAY AND SPOIL YOU WITH ICE CREAM

when is this going to go horribly wrong

IM GONNA CRYYYYY HE'S SO ADORABLE AUEUEUEUEUEUUEUEEUUEUEUE

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

HE'S NOOOOT

HE ISNT WORKING WITH KNIVES HE DIDN'T LIE HE SAID HE'S PROBABLY DEAD WHICH UNDER MOST CIRCUMSTANCES WOULD BE TRUE

Man they made Knives look EXTRA Vergil

Episode 9

epic piano, also how are you playing both parts by yourself

WOAH 1998 TYPE SHOT

i fully believe they're emulating the 1998 style just in 3D now, the side profiles give it away

well that's messed up, i can see why Knives hates humans

that doesnt explain why he crashed the ships though

"Millions Knives" i really do think you played Metal Gear

Knives I do wonder what your plan was cause how do you expect the plants to survive here

oh so the gun isn't custom made

98 THING HE SAID THAT KINDA IN 98 TOO ("all this time and you're still just as useless without me)

i appreciate them trying to keep the deranged faces Knives makes in 98

WOAH WOAH WAOH WOAH WAOHWOAH

IS THAT THE BLACK HOLE THING, I SAW SOMETHING ABOUT IT FROM THE MANGA

Now Vash is even MORE like Nero

WAIT HAS IT NOT BEEN 100 YEARS???

oh nevermind, its been 150 years

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

a whole ship of passengers...I'm sure this won't be relevant later they're going to die arent they

oh my gosh that's right she's never seen flowers and such like this

more of this side picking stuff

I'm not ready for when he does kill again, that will actually break my heart

oh they are just bugs

OUR PRONOUNS ARE THEY/THEM, BECAUSE WE'RE NON-BINARY AND A BUNCH OF MFS

Episode 10

I'M ON EPISODE 10 ALREADY???

I literally became a Trigun fan in less than 24 hours

Hundred Spoons lmaooooo

so weird to hear them talk about Earth, but it's not as much of a HUH like 98's

than you remember??? when did you come here last

I need him to say Love and Peace

please please say it

"I DID NOT GIVE THAT ORDER" "OH SHUT IT" "OKAY" asjlkdfjlskfd

okay is Conrad aware Knives probably aint gonna let him make a new race of humans, like have fun with your experiment he does not want human to live at all

"they're disgusted by you" that is the most babygirl man ive ever seen

i have the exact opposite reaction

also his scars aren't as gnarly as 98...will he get more later

ULTIMATE LIFE FORM MENTION 🗣️ 🗣️ 🗣️ 🗣️ 🗣️ WTF IS A POWER INHIBITOR 🗣️ 🗣️ 🗣️ 🗣️

well that's what you get for mixing Knives genetics in that

El-what's her face got homophobia in her eyes

I KNEW IT

I KNEW HE WASNT MAKING IT

HE'S GOT MERYL'S GUNS FROM THE 1998 ONE SO IF SHE'S GONNA HAVE THE GUNS THEN SOMETHING HAD TO HAPPEN

God Knives you drama queen with this piano

oh NOW he's a pastor

BRUH i cant

HE DIDNT CAUSE IT THAT WAS YOU

wtf did you do to him Conrad

also Knives's VA sounds so much like Vergil at times

it's not Dan Southworth but this guy can sound close

Episode 11

oh intro immediately you know it's gonna be intense

okay Wolfwood Im begging you next season at the very least change pants the skinny jean look isnt good

ALSO KNIVES HELLO

PUT ON SOME CLOTHES

jesus kids these days

always wearing revealing outfits

DOUBLE CHEEKED UP

man they aren't letting up the bible allegories

"dawn your crown of thorns"

1998 had more subtle ones and then the super obvious one with the garden of eden stuff

"we're going to reverse humanity's suicide by killing them all" do yall...do yall not see the problem with that logic

god this makes me want to read the manga now just to see how much this version pulls from it and how much the 98 version pulls from it

Knives what is your workout routine do you workout with Toji or something

HE LITERALLY DIDN'T THOUGH KNIVES, STOP BLAMING HIM FOR A CHOICE YOU MADE

"comparison is the thief of joy" SO REAL AND BASED

Knives yknow I have this gut feeling that Rem did mean something to you and you are just in SUPER denial

OH OKAY

ALRIGHT I GET WHY YOU'RE THE WAY YOU ARE ABOUT THIS KNIVES

OH HE LITERALLY READ THE BIBLE

STFU NO IT WASNT KNIVES STOP TRYING TO MAKE HIM THINK IT'S HIS FAULT

was it Knives was it? Cause you seem willing to sacrifice your brother for all this

Knives this is gonna backfire on you

Knives read the bible and took all the wrong lessons

dont think i didnt notice that the giant plant resembles Rem

Episode 12

"like a western, life on the frontier" STFUUUUUUUUUUU

YOU DO NOT WANT KNIVES IN THOSE GENETICS THEY'LL JUST START KILLING EACH OTHER

ONCE AGAIN THE MERYL REM CONNECTION (referring to 98 when Vash sees Rem in Meryl)

YUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH

STUFUFUSDFLKJSFDF

Sjaesjk

fpaesjf

THE HAIR THAE THE HAIR

SHUT THE FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

YES

EYSYEYSYEYSEYSEYEAYEYSYEYSYE

THE ANGEL GUN

SHUT UP

THEY PLACED US KINDA AT THE INTRO OF THE ORIGINAL

ALSO HE'S DOING LOVE AND PEACE IN THE PHOTO

INSURANCE SOCIETY

AJKLSDFLJKSDFJKLFDSLJKDFSLJKFDSJLAKFDJLFKDSFDLK

JDFASLJKDSFAJLKFSDJKL;SDZFLJK

MILLIE MILLIE MIILEYLAWER

FHJAERSKJDFLK' SDAJKLFAHKLASFDJLKDFHL;AJSFHJASDFLJDFSALKSDALKJDSFHJLDSFAHDSHJLSDAFHKLFSLAJ

THE EARRINGS SHE HAS HER EARRINGS

JKLDSJLKSADJLKDSZJLKSDFJLKSDFJLKZSLDFJ;ZKSFJLKSDFZJLKASDFJLKSFASDF;LJZVDXLNKXZVLS

VASH

ERIKS ASLDKJJLKSDAJLKSDFALJKSDFAJLKSDFAJLKSDFAJLKSFALJKASFDLJKSDAFLJKDSFJLKSDFAJLKSDFLJKSDAFLJSADFJLSDFJLDSFJLKSDFJLKLSDFJKA

OH MY GOD

OH NY GOD

OG TY G SD H ASDFLJ

OH MY GOD

SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

YEAH

YEAH I WAS RIGHT TO WATCH 1998 FIRSR

I WAS SO RIGHT FOR THAT

OH THAT MAKES THIS SO MUCH BETTER I

M LSOING MYS ASDFJMIND

WHEN

WHEN NEXT SEASON

WEHN WHEN IN ENED

IN ENEE NEED

IN EEE

IC NAT

#discord peeps saw some of these already cause i was spamming a chat #yes i watched both in dub just because of Johnny Young Bosch #both dubs are really well done though #trigun #trigun stampede #tristamp #yes the Devil May Cry superfan ADORES Trigun how surprising /s #shoutout the discord server im in that's been getting me chewing on Trigun and Trigun Stampede #and crying over Vash #he's already covering all my notes and sketchbook #hasn't even been a full week since I started 98 as I'm writing this

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nightswithkookmin · 1 year

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Okay I'm finally ready to move on from this.

I have been blogging about almost every concept Jimin drops but I have been reluctant to share it because it's just missing a vital piece of myself. Usually when I write, I enjoy what I write and every feeling and emotion I express is real and authentic. So imagine me trying to write something fun and positive while feeling like crap within?

I'm grateful for every single one of you. My instinct was to disengage and disconnect but talking to yall and seeing your attempts to cheer me up- cheered me up. Lol. I don't know why I thought avoiding people and dealing with things on my own was the only way to cope. yalls way equally works too. Works better I'd say.

Thanks for not pushing though and having the grace to let me be when I needed to be alone and not punishing me when I returned to talk to yall.

This is new to me. Well not new new, I do that for others it's just people don't do that for me very often so I don't bother to make friends at all. I'll give and not bother to take nothing. I love you guys for this

I won't feed into the negative. As I said OP isn't the first or last person to pull a stunt like this. I'm aware of others. I don't say anything about those because I can tell from the manner in which they engage with my content they simply just want to amplify my voice and my words.

To such people it's not about me or them, it's about Jimin. Jimin is at the center of their thoughts and actions. Some even say in their posts, I wish Jimin could see this message. And while they fail to credit me for whatever reason, I still feel my work is honored and respected because it is being used the way I intended it to be used.

I don't write these word for no body but Park Jimin. He is the one I adore, he is the one I extol. And if you are going to borrow my words to extol him and honor him then I don't think it matters of you credit me or not. We are all just fans of the same man. We can lend our voices to each other.

Taehyung sees Army's posts and art about Jimin and he saves them and shows them to Jimin. He wants jimin to know people love you, people support you and I think that is truly encouraging for JM himself. There is a while trail of moons on JM's back because Tae chose to amplify someone's fanart.

Jimin does the same thing with Jungkook when people mention him in his lives. He wants Jungkook to know he is being loved on and that I feel motivates and encourages Jungkook.

But for you to take words that are not yours and present them as yours implies you want to be centered and credited for those words. Which invariably means it's not about Jimin or the writer behind those words, it's about you and your need for attention and I find that dishonorable.

It's even more bizarre and disconcerting when you feel you have to go out of your way to deplatform the original creator in order to center yourself.

This is the problem I grapple with in this community. People are constantly trying to deplatform me and claim authorship of my work at the same damn time. And they do this by deliberately concocting lies, stories, misconstruing my thoughts and my words, taking things out of context and massacring my reputation.

It's always, look she said this about Jimin. She hates Jimin. She shades jikook. She is an anti. I hate her guts because she is not an actual fan of the boys. Yall should hate her too. She's creepy. She's the end of days.

So when such people see something they know go against their rhetorics and narratives about me they try to either suppress by discouraging people from engaging with it while they turn around and steal those words as their own to make themselves look good.

And they are not vilifying me because they genuinely believe I'm bad or that I hate these boys. No. They only do it to elevate themselves. Someone has to be bad so they can be good.

It's always, she's bad don't follow her, but look I'm good and nonproblematic and you should follow me not her.

Jealousy is a disease and I won't call anyone jealous.

But also,

I remember, I used to be friends with some people before Tumblr and they are quite "big jikook" accounts. Well some have left the Fandom but still. We would talk about Jikook nonstop and we'd discuss moments and scenes i loved and I'd always tell them, this happened here that happened there and they would download the video and make edits based on my suggestions and share them.

I knew nothing about video editing- still don't, and frankly I don't care to learn. I love writing more.

But when they learned I was doing Tumblr, they turned on me quick. Suddenly they were the ones trying debunk my theories, and when they couldn't they would create their own versions of the videos I had already made or actively try to suppress my content by disparaging me and making up stories.

Suddenly it was, she's trying to compete, she's trying to take z away from us. It was an unending cycle till eventually I stopped making my own videos- well I still make them I just don't share them🥴

There's a popular jikook account who even told me blog analysis are unneeded and that what they did was better than mine because they were providing "actual evidence" and not just opinions and assumptions etc.

And yes they said it to my face as friendly advice😆

Same advice I heard from people who thought I shouldn't be pointing out Jikooks "ground breaking scenes" because it makes me come off creepy🙂

They would rather I told them so they made the edits on their accounts cos they "love me and hate to see me get hated on" out here ☹

Okay besties, and while you're at it why don't you fuck my girlfriend for me cos rubbing vaginas together is really breaking my back👉🏾👈🏾

The elitism in this community is real and they don't like to hear it but gag me and I'll shout it out of my ass

Creators in this space can be very competitive and often envious of others and they try to weaponize their platforms to take out anyone they deem a threat to their delusional high ranks in the-- who-gives-a-fuck-Karen- it's-not-that-deep-sit-down

When you hear them talk about "young impressionable minds" that's when you know they've gone and filled their bellies full of themselves.

Anywho, my reaction was not just because some random person stole my whole blog and made it theirs. It was more a trauma response to the constant vitriol, vilification, malicious attempts at deplatforming me, the constant micro and macro aggressions and the vicious gruesome mental attacks I endure out here.

But I'm good. ✌

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emeraldspiral · 9 months

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Looking at Invader Zim age discourse trying to claim that X number of years in one species's lifespan is the equivalent of 1 human year makes all of my brain cells want to commit die. It's "Loki is 16" all over again. I'm begging yall to get off social media and take a science class cause Jesus Christ how do you function in society being this ignorant?

Different species do not mature at the same rate relative to their lifespan. Grogu being a toddler for 50 years is not a thing that actually happens in nature.

Let's look at dogs for a second. It's commonly said that a dog ages 7 years per 1 human year. Most dogs live about 10-13 years, or 70-91 years, which sounds about right, doesn't it? But some dogs live to see 20-31, or 140-217, way longer than any human has ever lived. But let's also consider their early development. Dogs can start walking after just a couple of weeks while human babies take several months. Dogs can reach adulthood and sexual maturity in less than a year. Some 7 year old children do experience premature puberty, but this is far from being the norm and does not mean they are fully mature adults. Additionally, it is said that a fully adult dog only has the cognition of a 3-5 year-old human child. No matter which way you look at it, you can not equate the way a dog matures and ages to human development and lifespan.

Most newborn animal species, regardless of how long or short their lives are, are much further along in their development than human babies are, closer to toddlers than infants. Many are able to walk or crawl within a few days or even minutes after birth. Compared to most animal babies, human babies would be considered extremely premature.

With Zim, we saw onscreen that as a newborn he could walk, stand upright, jump, grab and hold things, and speak, more like a human 3-5 year-old than an infant. If we were going by the logic of "1 Irken year is 10 human years" that goes around in fanon, 10-year-old Zim should still be a baby, only barely be able to walk, pick up objects, and say a few words. But in the unfinished episode The Trial, concept art for 10-year-old Zim shows him looking like about what you'd expect the actual Irken equivalent of a 10-year-old to look like; taller than a newborn, but smaller than an adult, which for Irkens doesn't get much taller than a human 12-year-old with rare exceptions. There really is no basis what-so-ever to assume that Zim has only developed to the equivalent of 12 or 16, especially when he has a job in the military and lives on his own with no supervision. I don't know why anybody who headcanons that for shipping reasons would even want that to be the case when by that logic it would mean Dib and Gaz and any other human characters they want to pair him with would very quickly grow up to be adults while he remained a child.

In most cases, when dealing with extremely long-lived fantasy/sci-fi races, if the rate of aging is addressed at all, it is much more likely that the characters develop at the same rate as humans until they reach their 20s, at which point they'd be fully mature physically and from then on their bodies would simply not break down and display signs of aging as quickly as a humans. It makes no sense for a humanoid species to remain in a state of helpless infancy for decades or spend hundreds of years going through puberty. The only times you'll usually ever see something like that in fiction is if it's being played for a joke, or because the writers actually wanted to address how messed-up it would be to be to go through developmental stages like that for so long. Usually it's not even a matter of aging, the characters are just vampires or androids or something stuck at whatever age for eternity, yearning to grow up but never being able to.

Keep in mind however, that physical age and maturity are separate things. There's no reason to think that just because a character is immortal or long-lived that they mature as slowly as they age. Maturity has a lot more to do with life experience than physical growth, especially once your brain finishes developing at around 25. Often in fiction, when dealing with an immortal adolescent, being condescended to as if they were a child is a source of great frustration because they do have the mind of an adult. On the flip side, even in real life some people in their 30s, 40s, and 50s may be stuck in a state of arrested development, with teenagers surpassing their level of maturity.

My personal interpretation of Zim is that he's a manchild. He probably aged more or less like a human until his 20s and then stayed physically 20-25 for decades or centuries until the time the show takes place. He's just so immature he finds his equal in a 12-year-old human child. However, if he were to stay on earth long enough, I could see him maturing along with his peers at skool and starting to act more his age when they get into their 20s, (assuming he actually follows them to hi skool and college and doesn't just keep repeating 6th grade forever). If he stuck around Dib and Gaz into their 30s and beyond, I could see him continuing to match their level of maturity into their old age while he remains physically young.

If you have a problem with Zim being canonically an adult pretending to be a child, I don't know what to tell you guys. Like, if you think it's sad, that's the point. Literally, in the commentary for Mortos, Jhonen says that's the joke. That Zim's "basically an old man" getting into slap-fights with actual children and it's funny because it's so pathetic. If you think it's creepy, that's also kinda the point. He's a villain. The fact that he's not even human and that he's plotting the demise of the human race is already disturbing. He steals a bunch of children's organs in like, the third episode. He used time-traveling rubber piggies to maim and eventually kill Dib starting from when he was a toddler and then took a victory sip after watching the life leave his eyes. The entire concept of Zim is inherently sinister and predatory. But at the same time, Zim being a sexual threat is completely off the table. Canonically, he's aroace. He has no reproductive organs and no sex drive. He finds humans repulsive, and between that, his germophobia, and general paranoia it would be far more in-character for him to be terrified of the prospect of unwanted sexual advances than to be a sexual predator himself. That's why I don't think anybody thought too hard about Zim trying to woo Tak when he thought she was an actual human child, and why you shouldn't either. Yes, he had ill intentions toward her, because he is a bad guy, but those intentions were entirely chaste. Zim is not a threat to children because he might try to manipulate them into inappropriate relationships, he's a threat to children because he might manipulate them into helping him enslave their race.

There's no need to hand-wring about problematic age discourse. We're talking about a horror comedy that was cancelled two decades ago where the prospect of romance was never on the table to begin with. There is no such thing as a canon-compliant romance fanfic, and all fanfic by definition is non-canon anyway so it doesn't even matter. Make the characters whatever ages you want and tweak their characterization or circumstances in whatever ways you need to make whatever the fuck story you wanna tell work. It's all make-believe anyway. You don't need to make up fake quotes or deny or creatively interpret real quotes or bend yourselves into pretzels to prove the age headcanons you use to justify why you do or don't like a ship.

But for fucks sake, if you're gonna go there at least pretend like you know a single goddamned thing about the way aging, development, and maturity work before you unironically make talking points following the same logic as "According to my calculations, this character first portrayed by Tom Hiddleston at age 29 is actually 16".

#invader zim #age discourse #about fictional characters #is so fucking stupid #like #i can't even believe some of the stuff you people say with a straight face #zadr #zadf

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ncityavenue · 1 year

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BUTTerfly Tattoo —M.L

》in which you get a butterfly tattoo on your ass as a surprise for Mark since he loves your butt so much.

Warning: definitely suggestive,humorous (at least I tried), alot of dialog, alot of talk abt your ass (body worship ig????), mentions of being high, choking, fingering, and pain?? (I mean mark slaps your ass A L O T)

A/N: LISTENNN so I had found that picture on pinterest just cruising around and I was listening to music then mark just popped into my head so I HAD to make something up about it with that picture reference shown above.

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"You think he's gonna like it?" You asked your closest friend, Haechan who you could depend on for any opinion.

"Fuck yeah, Mark Lee is a perv...and so am I because I'm pitching a tent just looking at it." Haechan said.

You pulled your jeans up, "Okay gross, anyways I'm a little nervous because it's not like a small little cute one it takes up half my ass."

" He's gonna love it! It's pretty colors too, and it goes nice with your skin complexion. Your ass is fucking beautiful y/n, you'll be fine!" Haechan waves you off trotting in your kitchen to get another snack.

"Lemme facetime Jaehyun, he's like a pro Ass man." You said.

A few rings and your met with Jaehyun face shoving some food in his mouth, "Wassup Twin."

"Hiii Twin, okay jae I need your opinion on something. And it has something to do with my ass" You say. Jaehyun gave you a suspicious look raising one eyebrow pausing to eat his food.

"I'm all ears??" He suspiciously said.

"Okay are you with anyone?" You questioned him.

"Yeah I'm with jungwoo, are you with mark?" Jaehyun answered.

"No, Haechan."

"Are you trying to get me caught up in a affair scandal?" Jaehyun nonchalantly said.

"No! Just listen! so, I got two butterflies tattooed on my ass and I wanna know what you think and if mark will like it." You explained quickly.

"Show."

Simply with that command, you showed the small portion of your ass to Jaehyun.

"Oh shit, that's fire you should definitely get it." Jaehyun says.

"Yeah I did, right here." You said with an obvious tone.

"WAIT THAT'S REAL?!" Jaehyun widen his eyes getting closer to the camera.

"Yep!"

"I said I got it tattooed."

You giggled at the slight glitch in his voice from the bad internet wherever he's at.

"Sorry, I'm high right now- but that looks dope, it fits your booty so nice I don't know how to explain it." Jaehyun complimented.

"Can I see?" Jungwoo chimes in.

Jaehyun asked you again if he could see, you nodded and Jungwoo took a look.

"DAMN! That's really nice."

Jaehyun agreed with Jungwoo, "Mark might have a heart attack seeing it, he's gonna love the fact that you have butterflies on your ass. He's a perv."

"I SAID THE SAME!" Haechan also chimed in putting his hands in the air.

"I don't know if I'm liking yall calling my man a pervert even though it's true but that's besides the point." You chuckled.

"Listen as an ass man, I would love for my chick to have a sick ass tattoo on her butt so like when I fuck her from behind I can see not only her beautiful ass but also beautiful art." Jaehyun elaborated.

"I swear you guys never know when something is TMI" you said.

"I'm just saying"

Jaehyun sipped on his drink, and with that you said your farewells to him and jungwoo before ending the call.

"So now do you believe me?" Haechan raised his eyebrows with folded arms.

"I guess so."

"Now can we go to the mall like you promised? I'm starving." Haechan rubbed his belly.

You nodded grabbing your keys, Haechan jumped off the couch following you like a excited puppy.

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You came back to your house with haechan following suite with all your bags in his hand, he struggled getting inside the house.

"Uh.. a little help?!" Haechan cried out, you opened the door up more letting him inside.

You saw Mark and Johnny standing in the kitchen looking at Haechan struggle with the heavy bags in his hands.

You placed your small purse on the counter, also watching the poor boy struggle.

"Here let me help you." Johnny suggested, he picked up 2 bags placing them on the counter as well.

Haechan could finally lift them up on the kitchen island.

" Hi love, You must've had fun today." Mark scanned you up and down admiring you before pulling you in for a kiss, resting his hand on your hip.

"I did, I very much did. You know how it goes, Haechan kinda lost in a game of rock paper scissors." You said, Mark replying with a soft 'ahh'.

"Never EVER have me keep your girl company while you are gone, NEVER EVER." Haechan huffed and puffed aggressively trying to catch his breath.

"They weren't even that-"

"Don't." Haechan put a finger infront of Johnny's face.

"You got alot of stuff baby." Mark rubs the dip in your back.

" It's not even that much, plushies, some clothes, lingerie, other accessories, hair products some are mine some are yours." You said.

You knew that smirk anywhere, Mark knew what time it was once you named Lingerie.

"Don't you have like alot of lingerie already?" Mark questioned.

"Not when you keep ripping them up." You say grabbing the hair products out the bags.

Mark only shyly laughed before slapping your butt, the pain from the tattoo and the slap only reminded you what you had to do today.

"Ahem! We are still present!" Johnny excused.

At this point all of you and Mark's friends knew about the tattoo except Mark.

"Now that I've caught my breath, I want to leave." Haechan announced.

Johnny was ready to go as well, "Oh I didn't bring my car here because I thought it would be a good idea to walk and burn some calories, so you're driving me home."

He explained to haechan as he grabbed his phone from the counter.

"I guess I'm just everyone's slave around here." Haechan said.

"Guess you are." Mark gave him a sheepish look tilting his head.

Haechan gave him the middle finger before exiting the house, "Night lil bro" Johnny closed their front door.

After a little silence, Mark's attention suddenly shifted towards you, beginning to feel nervous you poured yourself a glass of wine.

"So about these lingerie, you gonna try them on for me?" Mark questioned peeking through the bags.

"I mean, if it makes you happy." You smirked drinking your wine.

Mark looked at you trying to read your expression, he felt as if you're hiding something from him with that slightly mischievous grin on your face.

"What's wrong baby? Is there something on your mind?" Mark gripped your waist kissing down your neck.

"I have a surprise for you." You said.

"Hmm? A surprise?" Mark continued to place kisses on your neck and collar bone.

"Yeah take a guess, even though I know you Won't ever get it." You say with full confidence.

"You got new toys?"

"Nope"

"You have a costume in there?"

"Nah"

"You got nipple piercings?"

"No, but not a bad idea.."

"Oh my god..." Mark finally let's go of your neck, looking down at your stomach.

"Oh my god you're PREGNANT?!" Mark nearly squealed in excitement.

"What? No!" You said.

"Oh..." Mark pouted rubbing the back of his neck.

"Good to know if I was you'd be excited, anyways I'm gonna reveal it to you. Follow me" You said.

You led mark to the bedroom, Mark slapped your butt again.

"Mark stop it's a little sore."

"Still? It's been 2 weeks since then, I couldn't possibly have smacked it that hard"

"You're more heavy handed than you think you are." You simply replied, you lead him inside the bedroom.

He started lurking around to see if the present was perhaps in here, you ordered him to sit down and he did so at once.

"Did you get a whip?" Mark guessed for the several time.

"No, I'll be right back."

You went into the bathroom with a new pair of lingerie, you slipped the set on. It was a pastel blue color with lacey material.

"It's totally a costume, babe you literally could've said I was right the first time."

You walked out the bathroom then you hid yourself behind the bedroom door frame, " are you ready?"

Mark replied with a simple yes and you stepped out with a exaggerated pose, Mark definitely was excited but not all that surprised considering you've worn many lingerie around him.

"Oh shit babe, you look so sexy" Mark said, he walked up to you snaking his hand on your waist squeezing the love handles.

"This isn't really the surprise though," You reminded you kissed his lips gingerly, "I'll give you a hint it's on my body."

"You got a clit piercing?" Mark questioned.

"No! What is with you and piercings? Is it like a kink?" You asked.

"I don't know it sounds like something impulsive you would do." Mark shrugged, you only smirked.

Mark grabbed your ass again, he maneuvers his way behind you and then you grinned even wider. His idea was to start teasing you but his eyes were glued to your ass once he saw it.

Your tattoo.

"Dude..." Mark paused his entire world stopped to look at it, "an ass tattoo.."

You looked at him over your shoulder biting down on your lip with a grin, "Do you like—"

"AN ASS TATTOO?! SHIT THIS IS GORGEOUS!" Mark exclaimed, he kneaded your butt in his hands just staring at the art.

The smile on his face was like a kid in the toy store, this may have made him fall even more in love with you.

"I got it a day ago, I had asked everyone if you think you'll like it. I was nervous about it, I already liked it." You explained.

"You like it, I fucking love it!! This is actually so hot of you," Mark paused for a minute, "wait..does that mean haechan saw your ass?"

"Uh yeah? Jaehyun saw, johnny, jungwoo, Yuta, Jaemin, and Jeno y'know all the ass guys." You clarified.

"Get on the bed." You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, you surely hoped that you didn't just make him jealous.

"Please I- I need to see it clearer, get on the bed, lay on your belly." Mark pleaded, you found his frantic state adorable as you silently obeyed.

Crawling onto the bed, laying flat on your stomach as Mark instructed, he sat on the bed sitting next to you. He started to grope your butt for the umpteenth time, he gave it a few smacks. Mark seeing the recoil everytime he hit it only made him hypnotized.

"Fuck princess, your ass is just so beautiful even more with this gorgeous tattoo. This was one of your best decisions ever." Mark gushed.

"I'm glad you like it Markie." You smiled at him watching his every move.

"Yo, I might just be obsessed."

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You were draped over his lap whimpering for him, your ass was beyond sore and you were soaked.

Mark gave you no mercy, smacking your ass repeatedly and teasing your folds. He held your head up with his hand around your neck, he entered two fingers inside you slowly he fucked you painfully slow.

"You're so wet from me abusing your ass, you like when I slap it like this?" Mark's hand collides with your booty again even harder than the last 20-ish slaps, he soothed the pain with generous rubs and grips.

He had let go of your neck and started to focus on your pussy, he had a cheek in one hand and had two fingers pleasuring you with the other.

You're afraid he's not going to keep his hands off of you for awhile because of this tattoo.

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#nct #nct 127 #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct drabbles #mark lee #nct dream #nct smut #mark lee golden hour #mark lee smut #mark lee imagines #mark lee drabbles

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weasleywinchester · 1 year

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I Can't Help Myself - Ch. 5

Leaving Just You Picture Behind

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4| Ch.6

What is this thing called free time??? I managed to write another chapter for this series! I can't believe it's almost done!! And before the show comes out this month!! We get a little time jumpy in this chapter, mainly because I am following the timeline of the games. We also go from super cute parent/ellie vibes to sad vibes. mainly because I don't want to write the sad ending, but the little thing in my brain says I should... so I'm going to write sad ending and happy ending because this is my fic and yall are going to have to choose what ending you want to read, of course you can always read both. Thank you to everyone who's given this series a read, I love seeing you make your way through each chapter! And still taggin @sarahbellesaurus because you liked part 4 so here's part 5!

Series Summary:

This world isn’t kind to anyone; and heaven forbid anyone wants a slice of happiness. You wanted the stereotypical, as most people would tell you, dream of falling in love, getting married and having kids. After coming to Jackson, you kept that dream to yourself. Until your stupid best friend’s stupidly handsome older brother waltzes in, and you tell him. Joel thinks it's nice that you can hold onto a dream like that... and he let's his guard down just long enough to think maybe...he might want that too.

Chapter Summary: Thankful, Grateful, Blessed. In the world before it almost felt like those words haunted you; from stores to friends houses to birthday gifts. And then once the infection hit, it felt like the mocked you as you scavenged through houses, trying to survive. But maybe now, the could be some of the few words to describe your life. Warnings: All the feels, TLOU Pt. 2 spoilers, fighting (vocal and physical), illusions to death

A Year Later

“Momma!” Ellie shouts as she lets herself into the house.

“Upstairs!” You shout back. You can hear her take the steps two at a time, slowing as she reaches the doorway to your office.

“What’s shakin’ sugarpie?” You look up from the quilt you’re making, giving her a little smile.

“Where’s Billy?” She nods to the empty playpen next to your desk.

“He’s with Joel and Tommy.” You chuckle, kicking a pile of fabric off a stool so she can sit down.

“Bit young for a boys day out.” She softly chuckles.

“Never too early to get them out of my hair. But what did you want to ask me?” Your sewing machine softly whirs as you continue your project.

“I was talkin with Cat… about getting a tattoo.” She shrugs. Lots of people in town had them, and Cat was a pretty amazing tattoo artist. She learned from her uncle, who was an artist before the infection.

“Over the acid burn?” You nod. It was something you both had talked about. Ellie found it absolutely hilarious that you had a tiny knife tattoo on your middle finger, and ever since she saw it she wanted a tattoo.

“Ya… I was hoping you’d help me design one.” Your machine stops and Ellie looks up to see your look of surprise.

“Really?” You ask, the corners of your mouth gently tugging into a smile.

“Ya. You’re an amazing artist, with some of the best designs. And I want it to be a reminder.” She swallows hard, eyes focusing on the floor.

“Reminder of…” you prod.

“Of my family.” She shrugs again.

“I love that.” You smile, quickly packing up everything on your desk so you have space to work. You tell Ellie to throw a record on, while you pull out all your art books. You both flip through pictures, tabbing things that catch your eye.

“You still have your wedding dress?” Ellie asks as she flips through an old catalog.

“Ya, in the closet. Why?”

“It had a fern design didn’t it?” She looks over to you, a smile slowly appearing. You quickly dig it out, putting it on the table. Both of you draw a few variations and compare.

“Think this one.” She points to one of hers. The fern is fully inked in, many tiny leaves on each stem.

“Ok, one piece down.” You sloppily recreate it on your own sketchbook, doodling around it.

“So you have a piece of me… maybe a piece of the mom you never got to meet?” You ask gently. Ellie nods slowly, trying to rack her brain for something.

“What about something like this?” You turn your book to her. You’ve drawn a different type of fern, but this one is just a simple outline. “Mine’s filled in, because we’ve gotten to live a life together, we’ve filled in a lot of gaps. Hers is an outline, a life lived before and for you, but not with you.”

Ellie gently reaches for your book, fingers gently tracing the outline. She hardly thought about her birth mom lately, only turning to her journal in empty nights alone.

“Do you ever think about her?” Ellie asks.

“I do.” Ellie’s eyes flick to your face. “I only know what you’ve shared. But somewhere deep in my bones I can feel her; mainly guiding me through your temper. I hope wherever she is, she’s content with how Joel and I have tried to take care of you.”

Ellie soaks in your words. She thought about what her mom might say to Joel, how she would thank him for keeping her safe. Or maybe how she’d lay into him for stopping the fireflies. But she hadn’t thought what would happen if she met you. A stranger that was the only one who ever felt like home.

“She’d be thankful, for everything. Much like I am.” Ellie pats your hand.

“Thanks Sugarpie.” You lay your hand on top, taking a deep breath in. “Feel like you need one more piece.”

“I already know what it is.” She sighs.

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“How’s your ink?” Joel chuckles. The dirt crutches beneath his feet as he guides you along the patrol route.

“Healin’ nicely.” You pull him down to you, kissing him on the cheek. He gently takes your arm, turning it to reveal your tattoos.

“Can’t believe my own son stole my nickname.” He playfully grumbles as his fingers gently caress the little bumble bee that sits on top of a lavender flower.

“Who else could ever be worthy?” You giggle.

“I guess that’s true.” He gives you a kiss, letting his lips linger for just a second more. It’s the moments like these that he remembers best. The way you smile at him, how you dance in the sunlight, the way the breeze carries you laugh.

“Have you seen Ellie’s?” You quietly ask, threading your fingers through his.

“Much bigger than both of yours.” He nods. It wasn’t much of a shock that she got one, she always liked the one on your finger. He was a little surprised it wasn’t anything Savage Starlight related though.

“We designed it together.” You tell him, “You like the moth?”

“Reminds me of the one on my guitar.” He flashes a smile, pulling your hand up to his lips and kissing the tips of your fingers.

“‘Cause it is.” You whisper. His eyes narrow at you, not sure what you’re playing at. “All I’m sayin’ is don’t stop trying. She’s comin around. There’s too much between you to let that all go forever.” You press your lips to his, smiling when he pulls you close.

"And you didn't want a matchin' one?" He chuckles.

"And miss the opportunity to permanently adorn my skin with a Joel Miller original weapon design?" You laugh, flashing the little pipe with scissors taped to the top.

"Only you Darlin'." He shakes his head, grabbing you and smothering you in a kiss.

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A Year Later

“(Y/N), your terror is pullin’ on the lights again!” Tommy shouts from the top of his ladder.

“Mmm, can’t help it if Billy loves his uncle!” You shout from behind the bar. You look around at the team putting together the dance hall. It looks so magical with all the lights strung everywhere, the warm glow of the fire.

“Come here munchkin.” Ellie sighs, picking him up as he giggles in excitement. He wraps his little arms around her, trying to grab her hair that’s been scraped into a ponytail. She moves it out of the way, giving him a silent no.

"Pie!" He giggles as her fingers tickle his sides.

"Got you booger." She chuckles as he giggles louder.

“We gunna see you at the dance tonight?” You ask, leaning around her to smile at Billy. He gives you a toothy grin, tucking his head into his sister's neck.

“Uh… maybe” Ellie shrugs. Things have been a little less tense with Joel, she’s managed to keep herself in line for the sake of you and Billy; but she still tries to keep her distance. “Who’s babysittin?”

“Molly next door. She said she wants practice.” You chuckle as Billy reaches for you. You take him from her, bouncing him as you hand Tommy the rest of the lights.

“I heard Dina is newly single.” You say low enough for only her to hear. She hums in acknowledgment, which makes you smile. They were always friends but Ellie started lookin at her a bit differently after Dina started hopping from boyfriend to boyfriend, and yet always ended up stumbling to Ellie’s every time she broke up with them.

“Remember what I told you the night Joel proposed?”

“That you love us?” She smartly remarks. You shake your head and lean over to her.

“That you have to dance with the people you love at least once.” You wink.

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“I don’t need your help Joel!” Ellie yells. You quickly make your way around the bar, closing the space between you and him but he quickly turns and brushes past you.

“Joel!” You call after him, your body following but your eyes glued on Ellie. You give her an apologetic look, running after your husband. As you stumble outside you see Joel making his way toward home, but Maria is standin' across the street with-

“Seth!” You yell, calmly walking over to him.

“You gunna claim her as yours you need to get her-” He spits as you slam your shin right into his crotch before he can finish.

“(Y/N)!” Maria warns. You ignore her, throwing a jab to his eye and the heel of your hand up his nose. The force is enough to knock him flat on his ass, the snow around dotted with red.

“Stay away from my daughter you jackass!” You scream, kicking him for good measure and running off to find your husband.

“Joel!” You shout after him, jogging as fast as you can to catch him.

“She’s made it clear she doesn’t want anything to do with me.” He yells over his shoulder.

“That’s not true…”

“Then what the hell was that in there?” He whips around so fast you startle, tripping over your own feet and landing flat on your ass.

“Ow.” You wince.

“Sorry Darlin.” Joel sighs, helping you to your feet. He helps brush the snow off you, grunting as you wrap yourself around him. You put your chin on his chest and wait until he looks down at you.

“She’s trying to figure out where she fits in Honeybunch. And it constantly feels like it’s not here.” Joel pulls your hood up, tightening the cords as he mulls over your words. “She came to the dance…”

“Not for us.”

“No teenager goes to a community function for family. Does that matter anyways? Not everyone can be as… lucky as us. She’s gotta find her way, in her own time.” You pucker your lips at him, which makes him roll his eyes as he gives you a kiss.

“How do you do that?” He mumbles against your mouth.

“What?” You smile against his.

“Get my head out of my ass.” He presses another kiss to your lips, his tongue gently sliding along the seam of yours, both of you humming happily as your tongues tangle.

“I was coming to see if y’all were ok, and clearly you are.” Tommy chuckles. You begrudgingly unseal your mouth from Joel, shooting Tommy a glare.

“Momma!” Billy lurches in Tommy’s arms for you.

“Come here honey bee.” You take Billy, laughing as he burrows his face in your neck.

“I’ll meet you back at the house.” You tell Joel, tilting your head for his kiss goodbye.

“Want me to take Billy?” He gives you a quick peck, gently rustling Billy's hair.

“Nah, we’re gunna go see Sugarpie.” You tell Billy, who gives a small yea in response. Joel gives you a curt nod, walking back inside with Tommy. You watch for a minute and then quickly make the trek home.

You knock on Ellie’s door, happy when she lets you in.

“I have an early patrol.” She states.

“And I have half a mind to smack you.” You cheerfully tell her as you set Billy on her bed.

“I don’t need his help.” She huffs, sitting at her desk.

“I know, and it doesn’t matter.” You sit on the crate across from her. “Ellie, he’s your dad for all intents and purposes. He’s always going to want to help you, protect you, be there for you. None of that stops simply because you want it to.” You watch as she picks at a loose thread on her pants.

“Sugar, we don’t know when our last days are. Don’t let the last words you say to people you love be ones you regret.” You gently put your hand on her arm. Her green eyes turn to you, knowing that, like usual, you’re right.

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The Next Morning

“Hey, I gotta stop at the house.” Ellie tells Dina as they make their way to the stables.

“Ya, sure.” Dina shrugs following after her. Ellie slowly makes her way up the porch, letting herself in.

“Pie!” Billy yells in delight from the living room.

“Hey B.” She gives him a kiss as you come around the corner.

“His shift already started.”

“You responsible for the black eye?” Ellie questions. Maria made Seth apologize to her this morning, not that it did anything to make her feel better. It did warm Ellie's heart to see Seth's big black eye. Maria wouldn’t say who did it, which meant it wasn't Tommy or Joel. And of course Seth would have told everyone if it was Joel, and he would never admit if you were the one to beat him up.

“That all he walked away with?” You frown, trying your best to keep your smile at bay. Ellie rolls her eyes, wrapping you in a hug.

“Think your route crosses path with his, maybe say hello…” You give her one last squeeze before letting her go.

“You mean sorry.”

“Smarter then you look sugarpie.” You pat her shoulder and spin her toward the door. “Make sure to stay warm, keep your eyes peeled.”

“Do you think he would... want to watch a movie tonight?” Ellie quietly asks, opening the door and giving you one last hug.

“I think he’d love that.” You smile, waving to Dina, who flashes a smile. Ellie quickly walks down the stairs, turning to give you one last wave.

“Watch her Dina!” You yell. You assume Ellie rolled her eyes by the way Dina laughs.

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“(Y/N)!”

You turn to see Jeremy running toward you, a look of worry on his face.

“Jer, what’s wrong?” You catch him as he slows to a stop.

“Jesse radioed in, Joel and Tommy never checked in. And there were strangers spotted not too far out of town.”

“Ellie?”

“Jesse went to find her and Dina. They’re going to cover the route, figured you’d want to be on the scout team too.”

You can feel the panic rise in your chest; you take Jeremy by the hand and run into the barn.

“Woah there-” Maria chuckles.

“Can you watch Billy?” You ask, trying your best to saddle your horse.

“(Y/N)... what’s wrong?”

“Can you watch Billy?” You ask louder.

“Ya sure.” She nods, backing up as you mount your horse and take off on the trail. You ride hard to the ridge that surrounds the mountain lodge; it was a place that Joel and Tommy frequented when they wanted to play their instruments in peace. You’re not sure why they would end up there in this bad weather, but something was telling you to start there. As you reach the ridge you leave your horse in a nearby stable.

Jeremy managed to keep up, quietly following you as you scuttle toward the edge. You belly crawl the rest of the way, using the scope of your gun to see down below.

“Anything?” Jeremy whispers.

“Two of our horses, lots of people outside. Burned infected at the gate” You whisper back.

“Clear up here.” He confirms. You can feel him sit by your feet, his back to you so he can keep watch.

You try to calm your breathing, watching as the people outside patrol the lodge. Your scope moves to the large windows at the front, and you can see him. You watch as a girl not much older than Ellie shoots Joel in the leg. You jerk, feeling Jeremy keep you in place.

“What’s happening?” He harshly whispers.

“Joel’s been shot.” You push past your teeth. You watch, seeing the flash of something silver come in contact with Joel’s face. That’s when you see her. Her little brown pony tail poking out of her hood. Ellie, get out of there.

“Be ready.” you whisper, taking a deep breath in and cocking your gun. You hear Jeremy do the same. The girl winds up once more and you pull the trigger. The shot rings out, scaring the horses below and sending the guards scrambling. You manage to shoot several of them, the pure white snow now a river of red.

You turn back to the lodge window, seeing two people dragging the girl, one dragging Ellie and two more dragging Joel. You let two more shots fly; one hits one of the people dragging Joel and the other gets the person dragging Ellie right in the neck.

“Jeremy?” you whisper, panic rising in your throat.

“Clear.” He whispers back.

You let a few more shots fly until the group drops Joel and Ellie, fleeing into their vehicles. You scramble back from the hillside and dig out your radio.

“Heather, do you copy?”

“Copy.”

“Lodge trail. Light it up NOW.” You yell. Jeremy peels you away, leading you back to the horses. You can hear gunshots in the distance, hoping that it did some damage. You quickly ride down to the lodge, staying close to Jeremy as you both make it inside. He does a quick sweep, coming for you when it’s clear.

You hear her before you see them, her sobs bouncing off the walls and deep into your skull.

“Ellie.” You engulf her in your arms, blood smearing across your jacket as you try to calm her.

“Back-up is on the way.” Jeremy whispers, keeping his eyes on the windows.

“Move her into the next room, away from the windows.” You command, pushing Ellie into Jeremy’s arms. Her scream is like a baby being ripped away from their parents, you can feel it vibrate your bones. Calm, stay calm. You take a deep breath and turn to Joel. He’s bloody, his shallowing breathing matching the pace of your heart.

“(Y/N)?”

You turn to see Tommy slumped against the wall.

“We got people on the way.” you nod.

_______

“Ellie?”

You startle at the unexpected voice, moving to your hiding spot along the wall.

“Shit.” You hear two sets of feet scramble, immediately going to Joel.

“Dina? Jesse?” You stand up, your brain not quite believing your eyes.

“(Y/N), what the fuck happened?” Jesse asks, arms reaching for you.

“Ellie’s in the next room, grab her and get back to Jackson. She’s a little roughed up but she’ll make it.” You rub his arms, like a mom warming up her kid from the cold.

“Joel…” Dina asks.

“Can’t do anything until the cavalry is here." You glance at him, "Please, take Ellie and ride as fast as you can.” You swallow both of them in a hug. You take a deep shaky breath, gasping to keep the sob inside.

“I’ll stay.” Jesse whispers. “Dina can take Ellie.”

“No! No.” You take both of them and lead them to the next room. “You have to watch each other, we don’t know if anyone is hanging around.” You gently shake Ellie, helping her stand and handing her off to Dina.

“We’ll make sure to put the whole town on alert.” Dina nods, helping Ellie out of the lodge. Jesse gives you one last hug, handing you his snacks and jogging after his friends.

_______

The mumbling. You’ve always hated when people talked in hushed tones, as if you didn’t know what they were talking about, or who. It didn’t help that the storm outside had settled, leaving the trees to groan in the silence, the snow to snapping the weakest limbs.

“(Y/N).” Jeremy’s voice is gentle, his hand resting on your shoulder. Your voice is lost in your throat; so you simply turn your head toward him.

“We have to move him.”

Your eyes turn back to Joel, his lungs wheezing with every breath. Silent tears blur your vision, a fat drop falling on Joel’s sleeve as you nod.

Jeremy helps you to stand, making a note that you’ll need a set of new clothes before you go back to town. You’d scare the shit out of everyone with how much blood you have down the front of you. A few people come in with a stretcher, staring at the state Joel is in.

“Be careful.” Jeremy tells them, snapping everyone out of their daze. The four of you move Joel, trying your best to be quick and gentle.

“Blankets.” You mumble, gathering the few that were found in the cupboards and wrapping Joel. The two gently lift the stretcher and take him outside where the covered wagon is waiting.

“Ready?” Jeremy asks.

“Be right up.” You swallow hard. You listen as his footsteps fade down the hall, the door quietly closing. You look up to see the golf clubs still sitting in their bag. You walk over, taking out the one with the biggest head. You twirl it around, feel the weight of it in your hands, and start swinging.

#tlou #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #tlou2 #tommy miller #maria miller #dina tlou #jesse tlou #weasleywinchester #i can't help myself #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal fic

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miutonium · 2 years

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I can't sleep because i am lowkey nervous about tomorrow but also I just want to show yall basically my art progress (in terms of rendering) in the spam of 1 year contracting Utonium brainrot hhhh it's so surreal to see how different both of them looked like ahaha

(for guide, first pic to last, 1st week july 2021>3rd week july 2021>21st Nov 2021>9th Apr 2022)

Also witness me talking about each journey of my progress undercut lol

I cAN TOTALLY EXPLAIN THE FIRST 2 PICS. The first one is exactly from a year ago when my brainrot just started and I was like "well fuck I guess I have a new f/o now". If you ever see or feel familiar about the first art even though you prooooobably never see it,

its because it was an original picture for this redraw a few months AFTER that pic

Also if you notice, the art style for that one is totally different from others and shhh the reason it was like that is because initially I want to draw them in my actual artstyle around that time and I dont want it to follow the same artstyle like in the show. My friend said Utonium kinda reminds them of that guy from clo.udy wi th a ch.ance of meatb.alls and im like "oH SHITTT". There's more drawings of Utonium pre-brainrot era with this kind of artstyle in my folder but I don't think the world is ready for that yet lol

Anyway as I progresses to the 2nd pic, I changed my mind and was like "wait I actually WANT them to look like they're in PPG and not my own artstyle" so I slowly draw both of them to look more like the ppg style if you understand what I mean??? Althoughhhh in the 2nd pic I still want him to look a bit like my own style with my own touch and despite how much I don't like the reboot, I actually like his gray hair on his sideburns??? So if yall remember that phase and followed me from way way in the early days of this blog, I used to draw Utonium with those streaks before I gradually stopped doing that because of.... actually idk why I stopped??? I should totally add the grays back because I love it actually lol but anywayyyyyy the 2nd pic was also around july too me think? So there's probably like a few weeks gap between the actual totally real not clickbait picture of Chloe and Utonium 'together'.

That was how my render looked like for a few months until november (the 3rd pic).

So in the 3rd pic, I discovered this very magical spectacular magnificent function on CSP called t E xt U r e and holy fuck, let me tell you, I feel like I am a changed person. I was never the cringe person with mediocre render like I was, this legit marked a cultural shift in me, I just feel like I've been blessed by god himself. I spammed the fUCK OUTTA THOSE TEXTURES like it was MY BUSINESS. i pAID CSP FOR FULL PRICE I HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO USE IT TO ITS FULL CAPABILITIES AND SQUEEZE IT OUT OF ALL IT'S WORTH. Although I must say, my render time after that significantly increases. By standard I used to render around 3 hours? Now this bitch took 6 fuckin hours to completely. It wasn't a daijobu era ngl 😔😔😔

And holy fuck do I have a fuckin field day with it. You think I was a changed man back then? I have ascended, I am now r e b o r n. My friends feared my, my peers stared at me, my teachers are baffled by the amount of brainrot I drew at that time. How am I real?

I rendered like that for around 4 months until I discovered something even more cooler:

B L E N D I N G M O D E

Okay jk but hhh anyway for my current render; it's kinda more like an accidental discovery? I wanted to look for ways to cut render time because it was really tiring for me to render with a fuckton of texture layers and I also wanted to emulate my fav artist's render style soooo bad (it was luoman if anyone asked) and I kinda figured out how they did it? I mean they still do it better but like I was really inspired to be like them and lemme tell you, I cried for 3 days 3 nights unpaid vacation time when I figured it out. I wasn't kidding when I say I feel like I am a new person. I am quite pessimistic tbh, I'm insecure about my art but like this is the first time in like 3 years ever I feel like I did a major progress and I feel really good.

Why did I made this post? I actually dont feel good about myself, maybe because I am nervous about my test tomorrow and I just need a quick mood boost from myself. I don't believe I did any progress. But now, after typing all of my thoughts at 3 am, after I just put art phases of my braunrot together, kinda believe I actually did progress and I am proud of myself ;w;

#i didnt do any spell check because its 3 fuckin am #so im going to correct that the next day lol #but also i feel better after writing all of those haha #maybe sometimes I just need to sit down and not make myself feel bad for a second #and acknowledge my own achievement ;w;#asuka speaks #selfshipping community #selfship #selfshipping #selfship art #oc x canon #self insert #self insert oc #ppg professor #professor utonium #asukart

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aukanemin · 1 year

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I can't explain the amount of worry I have for yall 😭 For you, your family, your art, its all just terrifying sitting here in America, watching all this happen and knowing there's not much that can be done to help, that I can do to help. I really hope at this point Putin just gets struck by lightning or trips and falls down a flight of stairs and just straight up dies so this shit can STOP. I really hope this war dies with him. I can't see it going on past that and that really that give me hope (besides to see you posting).

Hello again!<зз Oh, we are safe, for the most parts! There is obvious place for civil terror - in a meaning of unavailability of electricity or water or heating or connection for specific amounts of time, and costs of living strike their new domes, but that's okay (not really but it doesn't matter in current perspectives)!<зз

I cannot describe the way how I feel at the moment - how much of bile and horror and hate is in my heart, and I know that I shouldn't, as the only way how to describe this general mental state is to show the way how things builded and exist for us at the current time - something that I could not imagine to ever see, and don't feel in my soul to make other's to look at, too. It's inhuman and it awakens something alike.

I cannot really imagine, too, how I shall return to usual life after our victory (as without victory there is no life - being unable to scream does not exclude agony), just as my family and countrymen cannot, I feel - but that is another side of existential horror of current time, the one that we may either endure or not озо It's important to endure, obviously - so I try to create now better future for us, as without that work it may never came, and there will be no actual home to return into.

I.. I don't actually think about him a lot, truth be told. Obviously, I hope he will rot from inside, but I also know that there is too much that builded our current world to be finished like that. It's not the war of one person, such was proven long ago - in Bucha, Izyum, Mariupol, Kherson and hundreds of cities of my homeland and other's, in everyday, it is a war of resourses and of people. Maybe if he will be gone the war shall be stopped since it is not profitable- or maybe there will be separation between marital leaders and gangs that will fight for advantage and dominion, and the land where those conflict shall be continued is may be ours, too.

I mean - country both with basically unlimited war resourses (outdated and unsuited to modern warfare but still can kill people and maim and destroy and terror?) and nuclear weapons that lived with authocrat and his regime that literally cames from criminal records of 90s as long as it existed as independent state, that thinks about itself - and actually is - successor of both empire that enslaved and tantalized nations for as long as it existed and of state - empire, too, by actual way of things - that did the same things but this time together with nations that it thought as of lesser one it also did it with own people, too, just with supressing ideology of unity and brotherhood and suffering and pain? Shall lose their authocrat, will be separated therefore (because authocrathy never considers actual successor or future beside - having at least one of them is enough to lose it's power), with no actual state or control over - just at it was separated previously and it was such a miracle that it didn't ended in the darkest human catastrophe that could be imagined?

If the health of mentality was proven the situation should have been over long ago - but it is rather population than society and, in the same way how they accepted immolation of my nation, they stand still even when their own existance - of their sons, brothers and husbands that will go to war, to either kill or get killed, of women that will live in society of violence and degradation where nor they nor their children will never be safe, is considered as of lesser value and openly shown to them as such. I can see past him - the only way to overcome it is to stay strong and still and on our ground, be better in each way - both how they are and how we currently are, too. …

o//////o (opening curtains of figurative room of mood)

So!<з

I find hope both in art and of your company, too! It means a world for me - to see something as bright and beautiful and delightful and as mellow as you, and to have ability to share those expressions and feelings and love of creations озо

Thank you!!

#ask #artist from ukraine #blog

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kilbygrl · 2 years

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STAY ONE NIGHT, OR MAYBE ALL THE NIGHTS; jack harlow

pairing: jack harlow x fem!reader

summary: people always told you not to talk to strangers, but you can't help but going home with the blue eyed hottest guy you just met, can you?

caregory: smut!

warnings: alcohol, marijuana, smoking, tipsy sex, high sex, handjob, protected sex, slightly titty sucking and a brief mention of fingering and spanking. MINORS DNI or you'll be blocked.

WC: 4,778

n/a: first, the italic means: thoughts, that's why they're in first person. second, god, my head hurts for staring at the scream writing it. and REMEMBERING yall. my first language it's not english, so dont come for me. hope you enjoy it and REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

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For the first time in a week, maybe a month, you felt up to go out with your friends. You’re not sure if that's the correct term for courage, but according to the two shots of plain tequila you had a few minutes ago, yes, it is. Despite having left the house with the intention of enjoying a pleasant night, perhaps a little too dangerous for the fact that you had intentions to drink, you were abandoned by your best friends.

They dumped you alone in a bar after just a few beers. You actually told them it was okay for them to leave and you would leave soon after too, but guess what, you lied. You kinda wish they had stayed longer, listening to all your daily lamentations, but unfortunately not all your wishes can come true.

But you been drowning a little more in your own mind each time Michael, the bartender, brings you a fresh drink. You got into the state of overthinking. Maybe you should have stayed home, you think to yourself. If you had stayed home, you wouldn't be here right now, regretting the fact that you were alone, tipsy and a little sad. But you liked having done something for yourself. It's a good feeling. But you really enjoy seeing your friends, going out on and spending the money saved in your account on tequila. Oh, you love tequila.

“Lend me a lighter, Mike, please” A husky voice takes you away from your own thoughts.

You turn your face around, staring at the man standing next to you. You actually didn’t notice his presence until he talked, maybe you were too absorbed in your own immensity to notice anything. You can't see his face very well with the low lights, but he sits on the stool next to you. You keep watching his actions for a few more seconds until he turns towards you and his eyes meet yours. Looking away at the same second, you feel your face burn. Damn it.

You tuck the strands of your hair behind your ear, resting your hands on your chin, still staring at the nearly empty glass on the counter. Michael stops in front of you, filling it one more time and handing a lighter to the guy next to you.

“Do I know you?” the same voice from seconds ago says, but this time in your direction.

You frown, not turning to him. Calm down, is this the man talking to me? You think.

“I don't know?” you retort, moving your face slowly to look at him.

"I guess I do. You're a photographer, aren't you?" he asks right after taking a cigarette out of his pocket.

"Maybe... How do you know?" distrust is fully present in your voice.

How does a stranger know your profession? Maybe because there are so many of your works in galleries, idiot. But it doesn't explain the fact that he knows your face.

“I've been to one of your exhibitions before” he lights the cigarette “One of my friends took me there, you know Urban Wyatt?” you nod, still a little confused “He’s my best friend”

“Oh, ok. You went to the downtown art gallery show. Don't remember seeing you there” you take your hands away from your chin, now facing him completely.

His blue eyes catch your attention. Wow, he's handsome.

“I manage to go unnoticed sometimes” that’s a big lie.

He would never go unnoticed anywhere. You’re quite sure if you had ever seen his face before, even for a second, you would have remembered at least some detail. He's too flashy.

“I remember a picture of you and some other pics, which I assume you took. Your face is memorable” he says, and that’s another lie.

You feel like you’re completely boring and common. Brown eyes, not bright, with large dark circles on them, sometimes covered by makeup. Wavy hair, some blue streaks on them that makes you feel special for whatever reason, and the length just below your shoulders. Skin a little less tanned than it should be, since I live in Atlanta, and still boring. No flashy points. You don't actually think you’re ugly, but you think you look pretty normal.

“You'd be surprised if I told you how many people would say otherwise,” you laugh bitterly at your own comment.

“Your art is memorable, if I may put it that way. I've been thinking about some of your pictures for a few hours, maybe even days” he babbles, leaning against the counter.

You feel weird. You're not supposed to be talking about the depth of the photos you take with a stranger right now. In fact, you weren't even supposed to be talking to a stranger right now. Ironic.

“It's my best work.” you shrug, remembering the exhibition from two months ago.

It was perfect. Everything the way you wanted. You managed to sell all the pictures, plus the photos were your favorites. You were able to take the hallway, change the lighting, put music over the photos, write about what each one meant to you... It was a great and spectacular day.

“I can see, you're talented.” he smiles slightly and you don't know why you’re surprised that his teeth are perfectly aligned.

He's too handsome. More than you expected to find in a bar at almost one in the morning.

“Thanks,” you reply a little awkwardly.

“Jack Harlow” he says and you frown again. “My name” He holds out his hand.

“Y/N” you squeeze his hand, noticing his perfect manicured nails, “Y/L/N”

You look back at his face. He has a corner-lip smile that teases you. In fact, his whole presence incites you. After a few seconds he lets go of your hand as you continue studying his appearance. You’re a little too indiscreet and that’s because you’re a little drunk. He wears a black leather jacket over a white shirt.

"And what's an artist doing alone drinking at this hour?" It's none of your business, you feel like saying.

"Lamenting my mediocre existence, you?" but this is what comes out of your mouth.

“I just got out of a show, actually.” he licks his lips, before swallowing his cigarette again.

You’re ecstatic for at least a thirty seconds, never taking your eyes off his extremely well-designed mouth. What the fuck is happening to me?

“Whose show?” you ask after shaking your head, pushing your thoughts away.

“My show” He shrugs, running his fingers through his curly hair.

“Oh, that explains a lot,” you reply.

It explains the fact that he is extremely hot and attractive. Singers usually do that to you. Yes, you indeed have a type.

“Explains what?” he looks a little confused, but never loses his damn cocky pose.

“Yeah… I mean, your attitude... And your looks, and this jacket it’s probably really expensive” oh, wow. I speak too much.

"My attitude?” now he was mocking you.

Where did I get myself?

“Yeah, I can't explain… You have this overconfident attitude, not that you shouldn’t have, if I looked like you, I’d be the same” you shrug, joining in on the joke.

He lets out a laugh, which makes your spine tingle. Damn, even his laugh is hot?

“Yeah. I’m a rapper. Been in the industry for a while”

Oh, you remember talking to Urban once, because you two do the same thing, so you’ve been in the same place a few times, and he did invited you to go to a concert of his friend before, but you’re not into rap very much, so you end up never going.

“Now you saying that, I might have heard from you. But how did you end up here? Alone, I mean” you throw you hair to the side as a way of supplying the restlessness that takes over your body.

“My friends went to a party and I just really felt like going home, just stopped here so I could smoke a little bit. How about you?”

“Night out with my girlfriends, but they went home and I decided to stay” you shrug.

This time it looks like the game has turned. His eyes stare at you minutely, as if he wants to record every detail. Once again, he licks his lips as he looks straight into your soul. You feel ecstatic, like you could take thirty punches in the face and you wouldn't feel a thing.

You’re pulled out of the bubble you’ve created as your pocket vibrates over and over again. You look away from him, pulling out your phone. Messages. Y/F/N asking you if you already got home. Fuck. You check the time, almost two in the morning. If you mom knew you’re now drinking alone at two in the morning while almost flirting with a stranger, she'd probably leave Nashville just to yell at you.

“I have to go home" you cut the established silence, taking your credit card your phone case.

You hand it to Michael, who is standing a little apart from you and Jack, perhaps to give you two a little privacy to talk. As the bartender charge you, you look back at Jack. You adjust your denim jacket over your body as he continues to study your movements.

“Can I walk you outside?" he asks right after Mike hands you your card, pointing to the door.

You shrug, then nod. You get up while he says something to the bartender. You take advantage of the short time to notice the rest of his clothes. He wears black pants, with a chain hanging down and black New Balance shoes. You fix your hair and the blonde walks towards you. He straightens his clothes and the shivering sensation runs down your spine again. Jack walks you to the door of the bar and soon as both of you walk through it, you face him.

"And you... uh, are going home?” you don't know where you got so much courage to ask a stranger where he's going.

“I live right here, actually.” he nods and points to the entrance to the building next to the entrance to the bar, which makes you raise an eyebrow.

“That makes sense,” you say a little surprised.

“You live far away?” He shoves his hands in his pockets.

“Not much really” you bite your lower lip.

He makes you nervous. Not a bad nervousness, but a nice nervousness that you hadn't felt in a long time. Fuck. You were silent for a few seconds, just staring at each other. Your connection is kind of weird.

"You... don't you want to go upstairs? We can drink some more, or smoke, I don't know...” now he bites his lower lip.

You feel like you saw him lose his composure a little for the first time. Oh, shit, here we go. You wonder over and over in just a second if you should accept the invitation. What are the pros and cons? What are the chances of you dying going to the house of a guy you just met, who by the way already knew you? But what chances you’re going to have will over to a hot guy like that again? You need to live a little. And you have Michael and other people as witnesses in case something happens. You have a cell phone with the location on, and you haven't kissed anyone in a long time. Not that you’re going to kiss him, but it's been so long since you’ve been in the presence of someone like him that just being around fills a month of all the fantasies you could ever have.

“I need sugar, do you have chocolate in your house?” and that was a question only to not accept right away. he smiles, letting you see the dimple on his checks “Then I accept the invitation”

When you realize you’re already inside his apartment, without your jacket and your sneakers, since he had taken off his, you did the same. You were briefly comfortable, but you think maybe it's a consequence of your little drinking. You’re not even tipsy anymore, but there was enough left for the courage to take over your body once and for all.

You observe every detail of the place. From how he has vinyl records to the instruments placed around the huge room. Some millimetrically placed paintings all over the room. The predominant tones are black and gray, but strong color points draw attention. Jack walks into the kitchen, which is shared with the living room, and opens the fridge. You stop on the other side of the counter and he brings you snickers.

You smile, opening the package. You study his face while you eat. He has almost unnoticeable freckles in his nose, his beard is probably freshened made, his dark blond curls are perfect. God, he’s even more handsome with this stronger light. You need to photograph him. He pulls a joint out of his pocket, lighting it up in a second. You stare at his closed eyes as he takes the cigarette in his hand, sucking in a breath. He's so hot. Jack offers it to you and you don't think twice about accepting it. You’re not an active smoker, but you do like to smoke. And there's nothing more exciting than the hottest guy in the world offering you the joint he just swallowed.

You blow smoke, which disappears through the environment. He stops, looking right at you from across the counter. You let out the breath you didn't realize you were holding and the shivers at the very beginning of your spine comes back. The cigarette alternates between his lips and yours several times, until you decide to speak.

"Do you play all these instruments?” you ruffle your hair once more, shifting it to the side.

The blonde nods, turning around and stopping beside you. His presence intimidates you in a way.

“Actually, most of them, but I’m still learning. You don’t actually need to know how to play instruments to rap” he smiles a little, biting the inside of his cheek.

“That must be true” you admit you’re completely into him now. You need to kiss him. You have a thing for pretty guys who know they are pretty and knows how to use it in a good way. Hell.

“You should go to one of my shows one of these days,” he offers and you wonder if that would be a good idea.

You feel like he's capable of giving you an orgasm just by singing on stage.

“Only as a special guest.” you smirk, biting the inside of you cheek.

“Next Saturday,” he announces and you nod, already agreeing that you will go.

Funny, you barely leave the house except for work. Silence sets in again. You feel it's your form of communication. It feels totally fine to just stare into his deep blue eyes and dilated pupils as you try to read some part of his soul. Jack brings the joint to your lips, holding it as he watches you take it. I want to scream.

You want to jump on top of him and kiss him until you’re tired of it, that could be never. Damn it. You want to pull that fucking beautiful hair, bite his delicious lips, get the damn shirt off of him. You want to draw his torso with your fingers on him and scratch every corner of his skin. You want him to read your fucking mind right now and let you do it all. Marijuana is taking over my system.

You blow smoke and he light another joint, throwing the end of the other one onto the counter. He hands it to you, making you smile a little before going back to smoking. You’re completely surprised when his hands go around your bare waist. Holy crap. You suck in air as he pulls you closer. You two are on the same line of reasoning. Jack stops with his face inches from yours, looking at your mouth. His gaze makes your legs shake.

“If I tell you that I've really wanted to kiss you since the moment I saw you sitting there at the bar, will you think I'm crazy?” he asks in a whispered tone, making you feel his hot breath on your face.

You just shake your head, you’re not in a position and you don't even have the sanity enough to say something right now. In reality you wanted to kiss him since you met his eyes. He smiles on the side, but when you think he's going to kiss you, on the mouth, you feel a kiss at the height of your ear. Your body completely shivers and your eyes close in fright. Jack grips your waist tightly, sliding his lips across your skin as his hair tickles you. He sucks part of your neck between his lips, biting it lightly. You move away from the real world, bringing the cigarette between your fingers to your mouth as you squeeze his arm with your free hand.

It causes you sensations, until then, slightly forgotten by you. You feel your whole body on fire. You can't think clearly, you just focus on what his mouth does to your neck. Jack places one of his legs between yours, propelling your body up as you control the moan that tries to escape your lips, squeezing his arm tighter. Your head spins, several times.

His fingers slip under the short shirt you’re wearing and he caresses your skin, slowly, as if he wants you to beg for more. And you’re about to beg, but you’re trying to keep your dignity. He minutely studies you bare skin under the piece of cloth, still kissing your neck. You bring your hands to his, pushing him back. You kiss his lips before he can say anything, gripping his hair tightly, discounting some of your horniness accumulated in that kiss.

You feel yourself sinking into the sweetest dream of all. It's like you’re submerged in a sea of pleasure. He is currently your sea of pleasure. Jack squeezes your skin tightly, pulling your closer to him. You feel wild, you’re literally kissing a stranger you met less than two hours ago. It makes everything more exciting. The danger is the gasoline and you two are the lit match.

“Room” he says the second you stop your kiss.

He grabs your waist, guiding you down the hall to the left of his apartment entrance. He opens the last door and you don't ever have time to notice the decor, your focus on his mouth again. You two have a slight dispute over who is in charge while you kiss, but you let him win. You want nothing but him inside you today. God, I want to fuck him so many times. His body is on top of yours as you two fall into bed and he kisses your cheek, chin and shoulders. As if by magic, he takes another joint out of his pocket, along with a pink lighter, and lights it up.

The blonde pulls him down as he lowers his body to your thighs. Jack rests his head on your left leg, blowing smoke in your direction. He pulls the shirt by the neck, throwing it to the floor. You hold your breath when you see his bare chest. There's no way he's the hottest guy I'll ever have sex with in my life, you think to yourself. But he is. He takes the cigarette one more time and hands it to you. You do the same, feeling his fingers on the button of your jeans. He yelps it open, pulling the zipper slowly. Torture. You throw your head back, exhaling all the smoke in your body. He pulls the fabric away from you, scraping his fingers over your skin. You run your tongue over your dry lips, letting out a sigh.

You look at him again. This time he puts his mouth on your stomach. Kissing it without any hurry. The kisses climbs, slowly, to the hem of your shirt. He smiles at you, before literally ripping the thin fabric. You didn't even get a chance to protest, he immediately brought his lips down to one of your breasts. He fucking knows what to do. His tongue swipes with all the dexterity in the world over your left nipple, tasting like you’re his favorite candy he hasn't had in years. You can't breathe, you can't.

You bring out the joint once more as he sucks your skin with pleasure. Where has he been my whole life that he hasn't had his mouth on me? You scratch the back of his head with your free hand and he changes breasts, but squeezes the other one with one of his hands. You bite your lip and close your eyes, trying to focus only on the heightened feel of his lips on your skin. Your entire body pulses.

If you looked in the mirror this morning and told yourself you'd be in a guy's bed about to have sex with him, you would laugh for at least half an hour. But here you are. Moaning and desperate for this to never end.

Jack runs his tongue along the length of your skin, stopping at your neck. He leaves a single bite on it, moving up and now facing you. His hands beside your head support him and you blow smoke in his face. The smirk returns to his lips and in the blink of an eye he flips you over on the bed, letting you stay on top. The joint is now between his lips and you sit on his lap. You can feel his dick perfectly fine under the black linen pants. He wants it as much as you want him and knowing it drives you crazy.

You smirk before lowering your face and doing what you’ve wanted to do since you first looked at his bare chest. Run your tongue over it. You do it, taking the opportunity to do the same with one of his nipples. You kiss his body until you reach his neck. Jack grips your thighs, squeezing them and pressing his body against yours. You taste his extremely soft skin, hearing him moan.

You draw his entire torso with your fingers, until you get to his pants. You pull you mouth away from him and take his pants off as quickly as possible. He sits on the bed, helping you to take it off, his fingers holding your ass and you take the opportunity to enjoy his low belly, barely marked but still apparent, which makes him even more delicious. You pull at the waistband black underwear, also taking it off. The mischievous smile on his lips fades as you wrap his cock between your fingers, moving your hand over and over again. A loud moan runs through your ears and you’re glad you hear at least half a dozen of them until his mouth is on yours. Jack tugs at your hair, kissing you in a hurry. You bite his bottom lip, as you imagined a few minutes ago. You moan along with him as we separate completely.

“I want to come when I'm inside you,” he whispers, making you stop moving quickly.

God, how I want him inside me.

And now he's on top again. His fingers quickly trace you skin, until he reaches the waistband of the red lace panties you wear. Once again, he chooses to rip and before you can complain again, he spreads your legs, running his fingers through you pussy. You don't know if he wanted to prove a point, but you were already soaking wet, maybe a little too much, for him. Jack pulls away for a second and you bite your lip as he puts his fingers in his mouth. Paradise.

He moves further away, getting out of bed. You feel the cold air coming from the open window on the other side of the room running over your bare skin, but it all fades away when he gets back on top of you, this time putting on a condom. Jack glares at you, smirking. Fuck. He positions himself in you, griding his dick along your slit, which makes moans escape your mouths. His right hand sneaks up between your breasts, leaning there. You can perfectly see his expression as he penetrates you, you can feel his fingers moving up your chest until they find your neck and squeeze it lightly. You can't control the sounds that escape your lips as he starts to move in an extremely delicious rhythm.

His moans turn you on in an unusual way. Hair falling over his forehead, sweat running down his face, muscles moving, eyes closed as he enjoys the feeling of being inside you. All this takes you out of orbit. In addition to the immeasurable pleasure, he causes you. You’ve had sex several times in your life, but you don't think you've ever had sex with anyone like that. You don't think you’ve ever been attracted to someone like that.

He thrusts his body against yours, over and over, each time squeezing his hands a little tighter around you. It's the sweetest pain you've ever felt in your life. Jack now looks you in the eye. You feel your whole body shiver. We change positions a few times and finally he lies down on the bed while you focus on sitting on him. You place your hands on his chest, specifically over his hairs the were there, that makes him look so much hotter. He squeezes the entire free expanse of your skin, occasionally slapping it. The redness starts to take over him and the moans start to get louder.

You’re almost coming, and couldn't take any longer to hold every speck of pleasure that wanted to explode in your body. You every pore was pouring out you every emotion and you wanted to cry because you were about to have the best orgasm of your life. As soon as you can't take it anymore, you let it come, little by little, moaning. Your body throbs completely. You feel your limbs tremble and give reflex spasms. In less than a minute, the same happens to Jack. You try your best to keep your eyes open and enjoy the face he makes as he comes. He's definitely the hottest guy you've ever had sex with in your life.

Your body burns completely. The cold weather in Atlanta is nothing like what you feel right now. You lie next to him, sprawling your body across the king sized bed. You sigh, sucking in air. You don't feel drunk anymore but you can still feel the weed working on you. Jack breathes loudly too, with his eyes closed. You look at his red face and get up slightly to give him a peck, which soon becomes a kiss, this time calmly.

After a few exchanged caresses, Jack goes to the bathroom while you lie there, thinking. You just had sex with a complete stranger you’ve known for less than two hours. You just finished zeroing your entire life and had the best fuck ever. For fucking god sakes.

“You want to stay?” His voice snaps you out of all your daydreams.

You turn around, facing him. Now he wears underwear, this time white. He holds another one, which makes you wonder if he really wants you to stay.

“Do you want me to stay?” you ask back, tangling myself between the sheets.

He nods, making you smile. You had sex with a stranger and now you’re going to sleep with him. Wow. As you imagined, he hands you the underwear in his hand, saying that they were new and that he would buy you new clothes later since your pants were the only thing he didn't rip. The night ended with showing you some new things he was working on and the two of us sitting around, looking out over Atlanta, smoking and telling random stories about spots in town that we could think about. You can say that you had the best night out of anyone in this entire city.

#jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow smut #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow angst #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow x you #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow fic #jack harlow one shot #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow concepts

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thickness-protection-program · 2 years

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Hi, how's it hoe-in' yall? This one is for my awkward hoes.

So, I'm in my twenties and I've never been with anybody. My mom was super religious and made me so scared of sex growing up. Like, I had this fear that if I ever got married and I wasn't a virgin, people would somehow find out and I would be disgraced and punished in some way. I was very accepting of open sexuality but that was for other people, they could and should do them, but me? I had to appease the Gods. Now that don't make sense, but this social conditioning stuff never does.

One day after I turn 21, my mom suddenly goes "You should start dating. Go on different dates, get to know what you like in a man before you commit one day etc etc".

I was never allowed to date until I turned 18 and by that time I'd internalized it so much I just subconsciously kept to that rule even after I became 'old enough'. She obviously didn't want anything sexual going on but I was still SCANDALIZED!

Mother?!? Why hast thou suddenly bequeathed this world of sin onto mine own head?? My therapist also started saying stuff about me venturing out to explore my sexuality and I was like "!"

I told both of them I'd try but I had no intention of doing so. I went on for a couple of years like that. Just maintaining to my friends (and myself) that I was probably asexual so it was all cool or whatever. But at some point, earlier this year, it's like my hormones suddenly, finally kicked in (maybe it had something to do with moving away from my parents? Now that I think about it..) and I was like "hoe-ing isn't just okay for everyone else. It can be okay for ME too."

Like, we know virginity's a social construct and I truthfully wasn't invested in waiting for marriage. I was feeling very pan/bi and I DESERVED to explore that. I, personally, just needed people I felt I could trust enough to do that with. But that meant... Putting myself out there.

So one lovely February day. I took myself out on a date to try out this restaurant I came across online. In the reviews white people were complaining about the staff being rude and unprofessional and that's when I KNEW I had to go 😝. It was huge and hella empty. There were two other people there but they sat around a corner so I couldn't see or hear them from where I was. The waiter came through and after showing me my seat, we made some small talk before I ordered. He started low-key flirting with me and that's when I let myself see him in a different way. He had these beautiful coarse lashes and thick brows, nice lips and his skin was luxuriously deep. YES LAWD. So I flirted back.

I'm not gonna lie. I was subconsciously trying to sabotage that shit. He was asking me what kind of places I liked to go to (before that he'd told me that he liked partying and clubbing) so I just went on about art galleries and museums like "maybe he'll be like ughh NERD😒." but, alas, people are multifaceted and he was into it. I took this as a sign from the universe to just let go and see where things would take me.

There was a weird section of time where he just stood across the room and watched me eat because there was no-one there and nothing for him to do. I hate being watched and got very self conscious so I tried to eat ✨sexily✨. Nothing suggestive, I was just trying not look awkward lol.

After that we exchanged numbers and the flirting got more intense. I'd been managing to play it cool up until then but I became a giggly bitch near the end.

I walked out that restaurant feeling like a BOSS. I was putting myself out there like a #realhumanbeing and I was just strutting around slightly smiling mysteriously like the Mona Lisa for the rest of the day. But.. 😤

But nightfall came and suddenly I was overwhelmed with anxiety. What if he calls or messages me? What if the date goes well? What if he wants to KISS me at some point?

It seemed more scary now than anything. I was praying that he wouldn't contact me. He seemed to be having problems with his phone earlier and I was like "Lord, break that phone. Finish it off. KO that thing like Chun Li in Street Fighter. Send it to hell along with my number!"

And I got my wish. Whether it was his phone breaking or he just changed his mind, I was so relieved! I celebrated after 2 weeks had gone by and I'd heard nothing from him.

So maybe I'm not quite ready to put myself out there? Or this is an endeavor I need to commit to once and for all. I'm in this awkward space where I'm questioning my sexuality (again), but it's a question of whether I may just be asexual (with a sex drive that I want to satiate by myself) or this is from those years of intense religious conditioning making it hard to start that part of my life up.

At this point, I can't even imagine myself kissing an actual person. I get kinda queasy thinking about it. Not in a grossed out way but more like "Zoinks!! that person would have to touch me.. Intimately."

So that's that. For the awkward hoes, the scared hoes and the inexperienced hoes. This may be something I have to face off with soon but I'm just chilling at the moment. And happy to know that I can at least be a hoe in my heart for now.

"Happy to know that I can at least be a hoe in my heart" YES! Being a hoe is not an action, it's a feeling, and I fully support you on your journey to self hoe discovery. Whether you're ace or just awkward or even an awkward ace I'm glad you're able to embrace your hoeness after much repression

#tell me your hoe stories

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obey-me-apocalypso-official · 2 years

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Masterlist/guide/rules

[This blog is currently under construction]

One day it kinda just came to me. The concept that the four horsemen of the apocalypse should darn diddly dammit be in obey me. Why not ikemen the apocalypse too yknow?? So here they are. This is where i'll be keeping yall updated on the subject, and where i'll be storing all the info on them. I'll also be answering any questions or asks regarding them! I also write. If you have any requests for that. Or you can write for them yourself!! These are characters i want people to share. I don't want it to be my own thing. I want them to feel like they're truly part of the community. Kinda like a DLC. Heh. But that's hopeful thinking! Anyway, here's a quick rundown of each member!

I might switch between 'i' and 'we' since i have other people helping me with this project, 'i''m just doing most of the work.

Guide/ Inbox rules

You can find/tag any of these characters under the following;

Apocalypso, Apocalypso Conquest, Apocalypso War, Apocalypso Famine, Apocalypso Death, obey me apocalypso, obey me conquest, obey me war, obey me famine, obey me death, etc

Sent in something? You can find all our responses with #answered.

Rules: we feel free to deny any request we might feel uncomfortable with. We do not mind these characters being drawn or written about outside this blog, but we encourage you all to properly tag these pieces. Drawing/art and writing requests are permitted. Any questions or requests are allowed, but some may be left un-answered if the topic is uncomfortable to answer.

Roleplay: you may DM if you'd like to Roleplay privately, or, send something in the inbox, and we will answer it publically.

Anon list:

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Masterlist

Masterlist: under construction..

Rules for outside posts:

Apocalypso

The four horsemen of the apocalypse. Beings of confusing origin and purpose- neither angel, nor demon, nor reaper. They walk the three realms, awaiting the day they can fulfill their purpose. The demon brothers's 'brother-in-laws' have recently taken to an interesting side gig whilst waiting for the apocalypse.. forming an idol group! And they just happen to be passing by devildom, and- what a funny coincidence, their leader is head over heels for you, MC!

Apocalypso's members consist of the following: Conquest, War, Famine and Death. In order of oldest to youngest, much like the demon brothers. Speaking of, they're their 'brothers-in-law'! Why? Because their 'father' is the same as them. Yet, they aren't angels. Both under god and Diavolo's father's rule. True neutral beings, that are impossible to place. They are second only to gods themselves, it seems, and even Lucifer holds his tongue in their presence. Nevertheless, they fold under their masters's orders like obedient dogs without fail. Punishment from their creators's are their worst nightmares, they even tend to keep quiet around Diavolo and the angels, should they let a word slip to one of them.. they've been released from their seals under a contract, allowing them to wander the realms until they are required.

Members

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Conquest

The human-loving lead of Apocalypso

"Hey? Are you a human?? Waa, you're so cute~!"

Specie: Seal

Birthday: June 1st

Seikyuu:

Hair color: dirty blonde (original), blonde (bleached)

Eye color: red

The charismatic and blissfully innocent leader of Apocalypso. He's a self-proclaimed "human lover", showing interest in anything and everything from the mortal realm. He doesn't seem to be aware that he has a bad habit of making others feel bad, or that he has an odd way of manipulating everyone into subconsciously being his servant..Selfish in his own ways- maybe someone should smack him in the face with a bit of reality..

Charismatic and a bit naive, Conquest comes off as social and outgoing trough his simple look. His hair is curlish and a bit overgrown, it fades from dark to pale following a 'human trend'. His uniform has fur lining the collar, and he bears only one strap across his right thigh. He also wears gloves, though not really a requirement. His unsealed form has him bearing the most dramatic change of all members. He beard a crown, and becomes adorned in thorns and roses. His outfit is dramatic and kingly in a different way from Diavolo's. He has a mole under his left eye, and a light tan due to spending a lot of time outside. His eyes are red and magenta- his abilities include summoning thorned vines, summoning gold out of thin air and puppeteering bodies. It's rumoured that should he dislike you, you will become cursed with terrible loss. Luckily, he's actually pretty forgiving. Mammon makes a point to behave especially friendly in his presence. It's never a dull moment to see the avatar of greed so pathetically trying to gain someone's favor.

War

The fiery second-in-command of Apocalypso

"I heard about you, yknow"

Specie: Seal

Birthday: november 21st

Seikyuu:

Hair color: red

Eye color: blue

Conquest's confident and Apocalypso's second member. He secretly feels jealousy toward Conquest, despite claiming otherwise. His cool headed persona is bound to boil over one day, releasing all the pent up frustrating that's built over years of standing in his lead's shadow..

An average build. War has a hard time standing out amongst his equally unique friends. He follows the typical bad boy look, and in fact, he wears his uniform oh so wrong, lazily thrown on. His uniform is standard, has two straps on his legs in a symmetrical pattern. In his unsealed form, he gains a tail, but no wings to speak of. He dons an outfit with pieces of armor- and is able to summon blades out of thin air. He can control animals and beasts, he's even been known to have a peculiarly good relationship with Cerberus. He can also summon or create blades of all kinda.His relationship with others aren't peculiarly strained, but he seems to be faking a lot of it, since he ends up talking behind their backs a lot..

Famine

The cruel third member of Apocalypso

"Hmpf. You're still alive?"

Specie: Seal

Birthday: march 3rd

Seikyuu:

Hair color: green

Eye color: magenta

The brash and brutal third member of Apocalypso. He's a fervent advocate for justice and equality, yet he stubbornly insists on bullying the avatar of gluttony. His oddish short and thin build is a result of a lack of nutriment, not his age. He strongly believes that one is made stronger trough suffering, but it seems he's been making himself suffer for one too many years..

The shortest and yet scariest member of Apocalypso. Despite his short and frail stature, he's nevertheless not afraid to pick on Beelzebub. Don't let his looks fool you, he's strong enough so the brothers hesitate to fight him on his habit. In his unsealed form, he gains a look akin to a locust. His wings are actually a bit akin to Beel's, but he resents the similarity. His uniform is a bit oversized on him, opposite to Death. But he doesn't seem to mind at all. His hair is straight, and the uneven length might even make one think of antennas. His uniform is standard. He has three straps on his thighs: two on the right and one on the left. He actually used to have long hair, like Death, but it was cut after he left his realm. His hair is green, and his eyes are purple-yellow. He bears two moles on the corners of his mouth, reminiscent of snake bites. He's ashamed of his thin build, and seems to pick on Beel out of jealousy.. his abilities include control over bugs and vermin, the weather, various liquids, and the ability to clone himself. His abilities also bear a toll however, and it causes him great pain to overdo it. He's also able to summon chains out of thin air.

Death

The apathetic fourth of Apocalypso

"...."

Specie: Seal

Birthday: april 4th

Seikyuu:

Hair color: purple

Eye color: green

The intimidating yet illusive fourth member of Apocalypso, he spends most of his time away from the group. He shows disinterest in lasting bonds, claiming that they only hinder him. He dislikes conversation so much that he only uses his voice when singing. Despite this, War, Conquest and Famine still understand him. Whilst being the most antisocial, he's also the most in-tune with others's emotions. He's also Thirteen's cousin, but their relationship seems oddly strained..

Standing as the tallest member of Apocalypso, he's nevertheless actually quite easy to forget due to his lack of presence. due to his tall stature (even taller than Beel, but not the same build..), the Apocalypso jacket actually looks cropped on him. He wanted to get it fixed but decided it wasn't worth the conversation. His unsealed form has him pretty unchanged save for some subtle color changes.. the scars on his body also become black upon the change. Otherwise, no halo, wings, horns or a tail to speak of. He gains an extremely threatening aura nonetheless... his uniform is standard, with him bearing four straps across his thighs. Two on each. His abilities give him control over birds and souls, allow him to control the innee working of bodies (blood circulation, immune system) to some extent- he also seems to have some sort of clairvoyance ability. he seems insistent on never using his abilities, though, and even denies using them should someone ask. His hair is purple, and his eyes are green-pink.

Ezekiel

"Do better."

Specie: Human (former)

Birthday: February 7th

Seikyuu:

Hair color: blue

Eye color: steel grey

The pretty and professional manager of Apocalypso. He's especially popular amongst angels, and despite making very little public appearances, he has himself quite the dedicated fans.. his illusive nature is due to his workaholic tendencies. Despite his hardworking philosophy of life, it seems he can never get exhausted or stressed. Despite being human, he doesn't get along with Solomon at all..:

Wavy shoulder length hair that frames a pretty face.. His beauty and personality makes him beloved by angels. After his death, he was allowed re incarnation and immortality. Which is why he appears young despite his age. He's a writer, on top of acting as Apocalypso's manager. He dresses in casual formal wear, and treats everyone just the same. Every minute of his day is spent working- actually he doesn't even have any hobbies. His patience and calm is legendary, and his innocent personality makes him deceivingly inexperienced despite his age and physical appearance.. all his life's been dedicated to his work, maybe it's about time that changed.

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nightswithkookmin · 2 years

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THIS IRKS ME SO MUCH

You think he doesn't know what he's doing or what he is allowing to show up on his page? You think he or Jungkook or Jimin's father ain't aware of the hate and vitriol against them for indulging in any thing that has Jimin and Jungkook in it?

Imagine being this dramatic.

Imagine having an overblown sense of self importance you think untagging anyone solves anything. See this is why I don't vibe well with jokers. The cowardice and proclivity to placate jikook haters by pandering to them is just astonishing. This person is an idiot.

And since they know screeching like pterodactyls and barking nonsensical blunt edged heat will have yall in line they gon keep at it to whoop yall in line.

ALL I SEE RIGHT NOW IS RED

My blood is boiling not gonna lie

How dumb do you have to be to not realise these people don't see everything through a sexual or romantic ship lense and that ALL THAT THAT PEICE OF ART IS TO THEM IS A WHOLESOME REPRESENTATION OF BAMS FAMILY.

NEWS FLASH THIS IS HIM

THIS IS A DRAWING HE MADE OF JUNGKOOK SMACKING HOBI ON THE ASS.

And if you watched this pottery episode

Then you should know Jin wasn't laughing because it resembled the eiffel tower

HE'S ALLOWED VARIOUS FANARTS ON HIS TAGS THAT RANGES FROM TAEKOOK TO NAMKOOK. WHY YOU MAKING THIS A BIG DEAL WHEN IT IS NOT?

And that I see thanks for protecting Jikook, NO GO TO HELL. YOU EQUALLY AN ASSHOLE FOR ENABLING PEOPLE'S HOMOPHOBIA.

JIMIN'S FATHER RISKS LOSING BUSINESS EVERYDAY BY CONSISTENTLY SHOWCASING JIKOOK AND HOLDING JIKOOK THEMED EVENTS AND YOU THINK SOMEONE NOT STANDING UP TO BULLIES AND HATERS IS BEING SUPPORTIVE?

EXECUTE THAT BITCH.

GIVING HATERS WHAT THEY WANT IS NOT PROTECTING JIKOOK ITS COVERING YOUR OWN ASS

JIKOOK KARMA IS WHEN HIS BROTHER MAKES HIS OWN VERSION OF THAT AND POSTS IT ON HIS MAIN PAGE

Yall are so delulu I swear to God.

You can't even separate reality from your delusions it's absurd.

HOIST THAT JIKOOK FLAG UP.

STAND WITH PRIDE OR I SWEAR I WILL PULL YOUR INTESTINES OUT THROUGH YOUR ANUS AND PLAY IT LIKE GUITAR CORDS.

FUCK THIS SHIT.

WHOEVER THIS MELISSA IS IF YOU SEE ME ON THE STREETS RUN

AND KEEP JIKOOK'S NAME OUT OF YOUR MOUTH.

YOU ARE NOT WORTHY

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shu-sakamaki · 3 years

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I wanted to share some domestic/gentle Shuu Sakamaki headcanons because the world need softness (and admin like headcanons nobody can stop me Ú-Ù) Those headcanons are when Shuu is in a relationship with his S/O and he is happy

- Shuu loves art, not like "art is for certain people" type of bs, Shuu like all types of art, cinema, paintings, music, dance, everything. And I feel like he have all those apps on his phone that gives him notifications when there is a new exhibit or a new restaurant that just opened and he always check up on it to take his girlfriend somewhere. It's like "hey did you see that there is a two-months exhibit about Ancient Egypt ? We should go see it." or "I saw that a new Indian restaurant opened, do you want to eat Indian food ?" He also like well-done video games with nice storyline and beautiful visuals or indie psychological films. #shuuisaarthoe

- Matching pyjama set matching pyjama set !! This one is inspired from @nutaella-kookie 's blog where she have a "things that Shuu might be into" article and she wrote about pj pants on girls which made think that blondie would love to match pyjamas with you and buy really comfy satin sets for both of you OR buy one pj set and you will wear the top part and he'll wear the pants.

- He also looooooves skincare ! Not necessarily the really long layering skincare routine but the facemasks and the face facecreams with a soft scent, him and you are putting on your sheet masks and taking a bunch of silly pictures together or trying the new snacks that you bought the day before.

- Talking about snacks and food, I'm sure that Shuu cooks really well, (he's like Barbie, he can do everything) even simple meals like pasta he made it taste like something expensive, its like HOW ?? What is he putting in the food ? Also if you're trying to cook something and you fail it's okay, he will probably taste it or eat it anyways or gobble it down just like he ate Kanato's jelly-

- Shuu likes to put on soft music in the morning and wake his girlfriend up with kisses on her neck and cheeks before lifting her up and gently putting her on the couch when she have to wake up to go to work or school. "Love, did you sleep well ? I'm going to make you some coffee..."

- Late nights convo with him are the BOMB, I don't know what yall are talking about, but yall be talking till the sun rises. Also, none of you really says goodnight because you are falling asleep in the middle of a conversation.

- When you have the impulse of adopting an animal, Shuu is not really the type to calm you down, in fact, he may be worse. You can be like "Omg I want a baby goat" and he'll answer by "They're so cute" and both of you are already in a conversation about names then two hours later Shuu come back "Well, maybe it's not a good idea, we live in a flat...we need a house...and a garden, or else the goat won't be happy."

- Watching movies or shows with him is the best thing ever because he can be like "This is stupid" but keep watching to see where it goes (example : he's watching Twilight) or if he's interested he gives the most interesting theories ever and you two can talk for HOURS about what is going to happen next. And if you are watching an episode without him he will appear on the dark little space of the room like "How dare you 🧍🏼‍♂️" and will fake being hurt.

- Shuu is good at imitations, to you moaning when he was having sex with you last night, to the weird man that you saw on the tram.

- Now I know that Shuu is a Sadistic fuck and really cruel and mean, but something about him gives me "gentle giant" type of vibes and I think that he's the dude who regularly gives money to homeless people and humanitarian societies, especially the ones that help starving children.

- On the subject of children, Shuu have the FACE that attracts little kids, like those bright wide eyes are the ones that the babies are looking at in the line during groceries shopping and Shuu is sometimes making silly faces to make them laugh. Or if he sees an alone children who's lost and crying he will slightly look at them, just to check that nothing happens or even ask where are their parents.

- Shuu hates public transport, crowded places where strangers are squeezed together, he hates it with his whole chest. One time a dude was checking you out and smirked and blondie was going mental on the little wagon, you had to calm him down and tell that there are people, when you walked out, Shuu shoulder-checked the dude and was hoping to see him fall on the dirty floor.

- If your legs hurt or you are tired of walking when you are outside, he makes you jump on his back (his arched back yum) or he lift you up in bridal style without a care in the world, yes, even if you are in the middle of the city with dozens of people.

- Shuu is the clingy type and especially when you are outside he want to maintain physical contact so he's holding your hand most of the time and I feel like he has the habits of rubbing your hand with his thumbs or absent-mindedly kissing the back of it and you just look at him like "🥺🥺"

- Also about him clingy in public, he is also the boyfriend who put his head on the top of your head or your shoulder, holding you by the waist or give you soft pecks on the lips by pressing your cheeks together with one hand and kissing you.

- Shuu kinda gives the best advice regarding fashion, I think that he knows a lot about color coordination so he is able to give you the best advice in regards of clothing or makeup that you should pick when you are shopping together.

Now, I probably got carried away so I'm going to stop there and wish everyone to have a wonderful day and to be happy, if you are in a tough situation remember that it will get better I promise, whoever you are, you are deserving of happiness and worthy of love and you are all beauties and I say we should drown Shuu in our gorgeousness. 😃🤗

((This.... *CHEF KISS*. Soft.

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