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gerryrigged · 10 months

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wait wdym dc didn't stick with Red Robin for Tim [and the de-aging thing?] what are they calling him if not RR?

He's been Robin again since 2019 😬 it's a bit more complicated but that's the gist of it.

Okay so Tim became Red Robin in the 2009-2011 series of the same name, back in the post-Crisis timeline. He was supposedly 17 at the time, by official records, and I believe he was still supposed to be 17 when the universe was rebooted with Flashpoint in 2011? (Although this doesn't really make any sense with respect to jamming the huge number of events that happened while he was Robin into like four years, if he was supposed to have become Robin at 13; he should probably at least be 18 if not 19-20).

The Flashpoint reboot took us into the New 52 (much beloathed), where nearly everyone was de-aged to some extent to keep Bruce Wayne and his generation from getting ~too old~, and also Tim Drake was mangled into a completely different character who had never been "Robin"; he'd been "Red Robin" right from the start of his vigilante career. He was de-aged to 16 for the New 52 Teen Titans series.

Teen Titans (2011) #0; as you can see, this version of Red Robin kept a version of the bandoliers and gave Tim a fancy new functional wing cape that he could fly around with.

Next, Rebirth in 2016 was a partial reboot that brought back some aspects of the post-Crisis timeline; tbh I'm not an expert on this period. What I do know is that Tim mainly appears in James Tynion IV's run of Detective Comics that ran from 2016 to 2018. During this period Tim was still called Red Robin, but he'd basically reverted to a Robin costume, with only the silly doubled "RR" symbol identifying him as not ~actually~ Robin winkwink nudgenudge, and as I understand it he was mostly back to functioning as Bruce's partner.

Tynion's run ends in Detective Comics #981 with Tim telling Bruce that he's going off to Ivy University. (He's totally lying, as Tim Drake does; Alfred notices that his tracker is going off in the opposite direction of the university, but Bruce is like "I trust him" and turns the tracker off. Yay, I guess?)

Anyway the important bit is this revealing that Tim is 'going-off-to-college' age. Which could still reasonably be anywhere from 17-19, and DC being DC, they ~refuse to confirm~

Tim as Red Robin on the cover of Detective Comics #934 (2016); as you can see, he's pretty much Robin again lol

Detective Comics #968 (2018); another shot of his "basically Robin" Red Robin costume

In 2019 we got the actual return of Tim as Robin (no "Red") in Brian Michael Bendis's Young Justice run, re-uniting the Core Four from YJ 1998.

Young Justice (2019) #1

As you can see, he no longer has the doubled 'RR', and he confirms that he's Robin - "Well, one of them!" I think he's supposed to be filling in as the Gotham Robin while Damian is running around the world having adventures and presumably getting into trouble, as Robins do? idk.

Tim also chases down his erased post-Crisis past at the beginning of this arc, having Zatanna magically restore (most of) his memories of the previous timeline, and, crucially, his forgotten best friend Kon, kickstarting some plot.

Tim, and all of the Young Justice crew, are notably young-looking for almost the entirety of this run. It varies based on the artist, but uh, yeah for the most part they are really damn baby-faced. This is a trend that continues with Tim and his generation of friends from this point onward, so fans have basically thrown up their hands like "is he 17 forever???? is he Edward Cullen from Twilight???? is he aging backward????"

We Just Don't Know

In any case, Bendis makes DC's next attempt to give Tim his own identity in short order, giving us the hilarious, ill-fated, and rightfully short-lived "Drake" identity.

Young Justice (2019) #10

He's back to being Robin by issue #18, hilariously switching costumes from one page to the next, although some time has apparently passed during the scene transition.

Young Justice (2019) #18; Jinny: "Is Drake back to being Robin?" Kon: "I think Batman and Spoiler made him go back to Robin. Don't bring it up. And say thank you because we didn't have to have the Drake intervention we were planning."

And as of the current date (July 13, 2023), Tim is still in the Robin identity, sharing it with Damian ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ God knows how old he's supposed to be right now. I certainly don't.

Batman (2016) #136; the most recent issue out to date, with Tim suiting up as Robin while filling Bruce in after diving into a bunch of parallel dimensions to bring Bruce home.

As you can see, it's a Mess. The Tim Drake's Vigilante Identity question is of course a hotbed of wank and infighting, as people are torn between (a) wanting him to continue as Robin and (b) wanting him to move on and "grow up" into his own identity again (and, importantly, leave Damian as the sole Robin again, lol).

It feels like most people are for option (b), but then nobody can agree on what his next identity and costume should be. Red Robin again?? Some other bird-based identity that doesn't share a name with a major restaurant chain?? Something else entirely??

God only knows what DC is going to come up with, especially after the Drake fiasco.

And there you have it, Anon! Hope that was helpful.

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factual-fantasy · 3 months

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26 ASKS!! :DD THANK U VERY MUCH!!🎨

Well that wouldn't be a good thing to do- Its very well known that I don't like fanart of my works..

If you wanna show that you like Bibi, just leave a comment please!

Seriously ya'll, just comments. Reblogs, tags, asks.. what ever form they may take. All I look forward to when posting artwork is reading all the responses. 👍

@solst1ce-sketches

WAAAHGAGAG THANK YOU SO MUCH!! AND HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!! 😭😭💖💖💖😭💖

@luna-purple454

Oh they're both fine! :0 Other than some angst ideas I had for them-- they're both still alive and well XD I just haven't drawn them in a while :/

@minnesotamedic186

I can hardly wait! :DDD (And yes you can XD)

@butterbreadsworld

Sorry, I don't take requests. Thank you though!! :}}

@i-v-y67

Blackmail XDD

@samcat2

I still like transformers! Though I'm not really interested in drawing it atm.. thank you though!! :DD

(Post in question)

XDDD fr tho--

:DD Thank youuu!! :}}}

@kiinther

XDD Blue is too big for that too! Though Seafoam might be able to give her a little peck on the cheek 👀 if either of them would just confess their feelings already <XDD

I know, and I hate all of it. :(

Also thank you so much! :DD

I was thinking that they're kind'a a cross between the two.

They pillage and raid other ships, but they don't normally go for "innocent" ships.. if they attack anyone, its usually other rotten pirates or slave ships maybe? "Bad" ships I guess you could say-

As for the voice claims. If like you explained- you happen upon an OC of mine and think "HE LOOKES LIKE HE SOUNDS EXACTLY LIKE THAT OTHER GUY" Then feel free to send it on over to me! :DD

But don't go out of your way to find voice claims for my characters as a gift or a form of fanart. Remember! All I really want is comments. Engagement with my work means everything to me! <:)

@neo-metalscottic (Post in question)

AAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! :DDD I'm so glad you like him!! :}} And that head injury was kind'a just a pose prompt. Though I might slap some lore on it and make it canon! :00

As for Papyrus.. its complicated.

Papyrus had accepted long ago that Sans and all his friends were gone. And that he was never going to see them again.. It really hurt. And it took him a very long time to accept that fact. But he did. He knows in his soul that his true brother is gone..

That didn't make seeing "Sans" again any less painful though. He probably saw a Sans through the trees in a new Snowdin. Man, I cant imagine how he felt.

The whole multiverse thing was explained to him by Frisk. He knows that's not his Sans. He knows its not him. But gosh. Its been so long since he's seen his brothers smile. What he would give to hear one of his silly puns again. What he would give to hear his voice.. to just.. to hug him one last time..

Frisk would grab Papyrus' hand, "Papyrus.. we need to go.. please, common.."

Seeing the other Papyrus walk into view and begin talking to that Sans.. He recollects himself. Its not him. Sans is gone. He's been gone for a very long time..

With tears streaming down his face, he would find the strength to grip Frisk's hand.. and turn away.

It never gets easier..

@jesterpiecethejester

Sorry, I don't take drawing requests! Plus the crews already pretty full as it is- <XDD

@bunny-coffee

I didn't intend to ever draw Frank and Eddie in a romantic light.. becuase yeah like you said, I just don't really like ships. Or honestly any romantic content that isn't my own OCs. Idk I just don't really enjoy drawing it--

But that's kind'a what I feared about the Welcome Home fandom if I'm being honest. I felt like people were really protective over Eddie and Frank. And if I revealed that I wasn't interested in drawing them as an item, canon or not? I felt like I would get a loooot of backlash.

But hey, I found a loophole. Just don't draw them together and there wont be any drama! :D It sucks though becuase Frank is a big part of Eddies lore and all his flashback shenanigans-

(Also thank you! :DD )

@beryl-shade

Oh! No no, its just made of seafoam! :0 Though whipped cream would make sense because he's a cookie- <XD

I do??

Huh.. I guess I do don't I..

What do I do with that power--

@sparkdrawsstuff

Well the strongest would be Blue Beauty by far- but looking at the smaller cookies? I think Seafoam is probably the strongest. But that's mostly due to him being so big. He's the biggest cookie on the crew and most of his strength just comes from packing more weight to his punch.

Though another toughy on the ship would be Louis. He may not be very big. But boy that crab arm? He has a grip strong enough to break cookies in half. And enough upper body strength to take your pieces and chuck em overboard--- 💀💀💀I wouldn't mess with either of them tbh--

As for the bounty.. that's a good question. :0 I wanna say Seafoam because he's the Captain an all.. but I really like the idea of Cuttlefish having this dark past and a surprisingly huge bounty over her head- 👀👀

@wilmawillow

<XD I think you might have got those two words switched around. I don't take drawing requests! But I've considered going back to some old artwork and redrawing them in my updated style.. 👀👀

@danikoshi

Not really.. :( There have been times in the past where I have asked for drawing ideas/requests when I was feeling low. But now a days I have plenty of ideas to draw so I don't need to do that anymore-

And to be totally honest, when someone says "Hey draw this thing for me." It just makes me go-

@astaherussy

You can find all the lore you need about Papyrus in this ask post! Just scroll down a bit and you'll find all the links and a bonus paragraph <XD

As for the tags. If you wanna see my AU with Jevil and the gang, you can find that under my #deltarune tag. They're also tagged under #Undertale but that will also bring up my Refinedtale AU and other au stuff-- :00

As for the Octonauts question, bro I EAT questions like these! :DD

Its a very interesting prompt. Usually we think of Captain Barnacles as very level headed and calm. He seems like one to bounce back from any situation and keep leading the team no problem. But man. After something like that? That's gotta scare him to his core.

I can see Barnacles being more tense and not wanting any of the crew to stray too far from him or the Octopod. I can imagine that he would give Kwazii a lot of time to recover, a lot more than he actually needs. And maybe even going as far to forbid him from going on certain missions.

But after a little time and maybe a talk with Kwazii. I'm sure both Kwazii and the Captain would recover from the experience and continue on as normal.

(Also thank you! I hope this response was along the lines of what you were hoping for-- :00 )

I pictured it being like really dense soap bubbles. They smell nice and can be picked off his coat or head. But if you jumped on his coat foam you wouldn't sink through. It would be like a big cushion that you could sit on top of. If that makes sense?? <XDD

@danman22ful

Out my OCs? Probably Seafoam 🥺

Out of the game cookies? Uhhhm.. well, I don't really know/remember any of the characters.. But Tea Knight cookie looks really cool! :0 He gives me major Reinhardt vibes :))

Thank you so much!!!! :DDD

@insanityislife101 (I couldn't find the post in question :((( )

Oh fr??? Cool! He was in character after all! :DD

#my response #octonauts #undertale #deltarune #papyrus #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run ocs #my ocs #factual fam #welcome home

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squircatlies · 5 months

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Here's some notes I've compiled for trans people seeking to become fear avatars:

-the flesh- classic, we all know what's going on there, body image issues, additional limbs, twisted bones, general body horror, a lot of toxic masculinity and way too many gym bros in the space. Very popular with trans people in the fandom, because it's relatable but for me it's mid at best. 5/10

-the corruption- you can transition into a cool bug of your choice or a hive and noone could tell you shit about using they/them pronouns, very accepting community, but there's no place for privacy or personal space. 7/10

-the beholding- somehow I doubt the Magnus Institute's insurance policy covers gender affirming care, but maybe you could get someone else to pay for your transition via blackmail or sugarbabying, don't be surprised if your scars open to reveal eyes though, I think body hopping via eyeball exchange is only for Jonah, but maybe you could figure it out. 6/10

-the lonely- not gonna do much for you, unless you wanna transition into mist, also you easily cut off all the bigots from your life and send anyone who tries to mess with you into the fog realm, but it's gonna be really difficult for you to get a solid support network. 4/10

-the dark- go ahead and disappear from your old life if you want to, noone's gonna find you even if they try, you could also dabble in body hopping via black goo, the religious aspect might not be everyone's vibe though. 6/10

-the end- fake your death and live your best life, you could also shed your mortal vessel or perhaps become a skeleton, no notes. 9/10

-the web- if you want to transition into a spider this one's for you, very specific, but better than corruption imo, also web binder/tucktape anyone? 8/10

-the hunt- you might transition into a werewolf, very badass, be careful not to transition into a cop though. 5/10

-the stranger- literally just steal any face you want, frankenstein your perfect skin, it's that easy. 10/10

-the slaughter- there's no place for gender in war, sorry but you're getting ptsd, not hrt. 0/10

-the desolation- you get to sculpt yourself into any shape you want, kinda like the flesh, but without all the baggage, it's gonna hurt like hell, but you'll get used to it, be trans, commit arson. 9/10

-the spiral- your gender is literally unknowable, also you might become a maze-like structure or it may become you, if you ever felt gender envy while looking at a door, this one is for you. 7/10

-the burried- if you ever slept in a binder get in the coffin, I don't make the rules. It does give you a feeling of safety and cool dinosaur fossils, so why hide in the closet when you can hide underground? 3/10

-the vast- not a lot in terms of gender affirming care, unless you get gender envy from like space or something, but you get to fly, live really long and feed your enemies to the sky. 2/10

-the extinction- noone can question your gender if everyone is dead, I guess. But also there's trash everywhere. 1/10

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aiura-stan · 11 days

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Onto 0-3!

The first thing I wonder when I start reading this chapter is… why does Saiki repeat himself every chapter? Just to drill it in? I guess this was a serialized manga.

And he includes the same nose joke again… except it isn’t as funny as the original. (“If that applies to you, then please just forget about this conversation” had me in hysterics the first time I read it.)

Unrelated to anything in particular, I like the large screen tone used on Saiki’s eyes in vol 0. It’s visually interesting. I think Asou sensei could have kept using this to indicate when Saiki was using his powers.

Here we go! Actually important details to the saikiverse (if you will.) One second of staring at a target is enough to get a glance, but three seconds of staring removes clothing and five seconds removes muscles as well as skin (maybe four seconds removes just skin, revealing muscle.)

No guarantee of how true this is, but I like to think it’s more or less accurate, thinking forward to the Kusuo’s birthday challenge chapter, where he has to spend a lot of time staring at an object so that he can see through it.

I had forgotten that Chuono makes his first appearance in this chapter. Yay! Chuono san is so cute.

“At moments like these, what sort of face should I be making?” is another iconic Saiki quote. This gag still manages to be pretty funny in its rough form, imo. *Now* what sort of face does one make?? The kind of face Chuono is making, perhaps. I just love the idea of Saiki meeting an illusionist in the first place. The fake “magician” versus the real psychic who can alter the laws of reality. It’s one of the genius bits in Saiki k.

I also love the intentional misunderstanding that Saiki is an illusionist. It leads to so many funny situations down the line. Why does this random middle aged man call Saiki “master”? Who knows. In this case, Saiki’s habit of letting people make assumptions really came back to bite him in the ass. (Well, that and trying to out-magic and discourage him.)

Another detail I like: Saiki missing social cues (in this case, the dip in the conversation where an average stranger would be like, ok, see you, good luck. That’s not very neurotypical of him…

I really do find this weird stunt hilarious. Saiki’s logic is so off because he inevitably ends up dealing with weirdos expecting normal behavior. C’mon Saiki.

Also, Saiki says here that he can teleport (called apport in the comic proper I believe) not just things, but people into a specific place… crazy

Saiki doesn’t understand the (reasoning behind the) eyelash/long hair simile? Continuing to build my ND Saiki case material…

Also enjoying this little panel of Ike-san holding the 500 yen coin, which Saiki definitely gave him.

Well, I think that does it for volume 0 Chapter 3….

see you all soon. 💫

#read-saiki #read-saiki 0-3 #this is a scheduled post!#Also: my replies feature doesn’t work!#fyi #i cant reply. it’s very annoying #so if you wanna add on and you want me to reply feel free to reblog #👍🏼✨

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sharuruwrites · 2 years

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RENT OR MODEL

Summary: An artist had the guts to ask an assassin to undress in front of her.

Tags: Toji x Fem!Reader, Artist!Reader, Oblivious!Reader, 0 to 100, Mention of sex (SO MINORS YOU'RE WARNED), Non-canon compliant, Author tries to write tension?, Unedited

A/N: This short story was just something in my head, and I just want to spew it out. Supposed to be with Nanami, but I'll repeat this again. The love and respect I have for this fictional man wouldn't let me. Also, it'll be cleansing my palate after trying to search through this website for Toji fluff without smut. EDIT AFTER WRITING: And, here i thought I could write a oneshot for him without mentioning the birds and the bees.

Disclaimer: I don't own Jujutsu Kaisen as it belong to Gege Akutami. Also. I don't own the gifs.

Masterlist

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"I'm home..."

"Oh, you're here," You didn't tear your gaze off from your easel. "How's work, Toji?"

"Bloody, but nothing too unusual." Toji took off his shoes before taking a seat on the white couch. "You cooking dinner?"

"Not today," Your eyes still glued to the blank white canvas. "I have a commission due tomorrow morning."

"The same one where they asked you to draw a couple?"

"The very same one, and you know I don't draw people, only scenery with the characters are just the side pieces in it!" Toji could hear the frown in your frustrated voice. "But, I couldn't pass the money as they paid three times than the usual."

He couldn't understand how he came across a weirdo like you. Usually, people would be wary or outright refused to have a roommate coming home with someone's blood on his pants.

But, you were an exception. If anything, you welcomed him with open arms despite your first meeting was you in his arms but in a choke hold. In his defense, you were holding your palette knife like a weapon.

With a sigh, you turned your stool to face him. "Before you take a shower, strip for me. Your frame is similar to the client's partner."

'Excuse me?' Toji thought.

Even though it's been almost half a year since you two became roommates, Toji didn't expect to hear that request from you. It's always been cleaning the apartment if he didn't receive a call from his usual handler.

"Skipping ahead, are we?" Toji asked, smirking at your brazenness. "Take me out to dinner at least."

You hummed affirmatively. You got up from your seat and grabbed your phone on the coffee table. "I'll get you dinner after you show me the good stuff."

After you focused entirely on your phone, Toji contemplated about you. Aside from being an eccentric individual, you never seemed to express your want to be in a relationship. Aside from the unreasonable clients, he never heard you whining about men as you always holed up in your room. He thought you're a NEET who's fucking loaded.

"What if I refuse to do it?"

He resisted the urge to chuckle when you made a face at him. 'Are you shitting me?' was clearly written on it.

"Then..." You closed your eyes for a bit before you opened them as if a light bulb lit up in your head. "I'll quadruple the amount that you owe me. Now that I think about it, you haven't pay a single yen for the groceries, the utility bills, and-"

"Alright, fine!" Toji interrupted you before grasping the end of his black shirt. "Any specific pose you prefer?"

"Whatever is comfortable to you, Toji."

The man before you took off his shirt, revealing his well sculpted muscles as he threw the piece of clothing on top of the couch. Usually, his casual hook ups would immediately melt into a puddle at the sight of it, or jump onto him.

However, you, on the other hand, scanned him from top to bottom with your thumb and index finger squeezing both of your cheeks.

You put down your hand before nodding in content."I guess this will be fine."

After what it seemed like half an hour passed by, the exhaustion from his mission started to get him, but throughout the time, he could only hear the tapping sounds of your pencil against the easel as he saw your eyes went back and forth between him and the canvas. You scratching your head a couple of times was enough to tell Toji that you're still stuck with a blank canvas.

"Can't you just draw a stick figure and be done with it?" Toji furrowed his brows. "I rather fucking pay the debt than staying up for another hour."

Ignoring his complaint, you shook your head with your arms crossed for a bit before unfolding them. "I need a firm grasp of it."

You got up from the stool, and immediately, Toji's gut told him that he had a bad feeling about this to which he shook it off, and simply passed it as him being tired.

"Can I squeeze it?" You nonchalantly asked, gesturing at his torso. "If you're not comfortable with that, may I touch you instead?"

"You answer the next month's rent?" Toji watched you nodded. "Go ahead, have fun with it."

It's not a big deal. You're just another woman in his lfie. That's it, no more, no less.

However, when your index finger traced the shape of his right chest, Toji immediately regretting to agree to your request. He didn't expect your touches will left enticing and addictive feeling in him.

Your light touches made his heart beat faster, his breathing heavy. It didn't fucking help your fucking oblivious to what you're doing to him as your head was so far up in the clouds.

He didn't remember why he was even allowing you to do this.

"Are you okay?" You asked, noticing your roommate's sudden quietness. "If you're feeling uncomfortable, I can stop here."

The next thing Toji knew, he had you trapped between his body and the wall. One of his hands grabbed both of your wrists and pinned above your head. As for the other? Well, its beneath your chin, making you look up to meet his gaze.

Now, that he had a good look on your features, you're not even half-bad looking to his standards. Fuck, he wondered what would you look like after sex. Would it be you being a moaning mess? Begging more of him? Or, perhaps, would you still retain your obliviousness?

"You're playing through a very dangerous game right now, doll." His thumb brushed against your soft lips before the distance between of his lips to yours were inches. "You have no idea what you're doing to me."

Ding dong

The sound of the doorbell brought Toji back from reality, turning his attention at the door. Who the fuck was at their apartment door at 10 pm?!

"Oh, that must be the food." Your voice caught his attention once more, and he saw how unfazed you look despite the tension before. "Could you let go of my wrists? I don't want my food to be cold, and you know I hate to heat up my food in the microwave."

#jjk fanfic #jjk toji #toji x reader #toji x you #fushiguro toji x reader #toji fic

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unadulterated-syd · 2 years

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'I just feel safe with you, like nothing bad could happen.'

Warnings; None really, obviously same warnings for the walking dead always apply.

A/n; Glenn's has 'ma'am' at the end because it's a silly little ending, no pronouns are used. (Meaning A. Take ma'am in a joking manner not as a gender-specific term, or read the term however you'd feel comfortable reading it!) please don't let this ruin the fic for you. Much love! <3

Tumblr is being weird, and won't let me edit certain aspects so if this looks weird when posted I apologize, I'll try to edit it when it'll let me. Thank you!

THANK YOU ALL FOR 40 FOLLOWERS! this is my present until we have some more requests :0 !

Carl Grimes

You sat on the porch of the Grimes' house, hands pressed to your knees as you thought. Carl sat by your side, watching the empty street carefully, the moon high above the both of you.

He'd far from had any guesses as to why you'd shown up so late at night, but a part of him also knew your nightmares got just as bad as his. He'd shown up at your doorstep plenty of times himself, however you barely reciprocated. It must've been bad.

You rubbed the sweat from your palms nervously, before looking up at the sky, his eyes falling on your star grazed face. You seemed lost in thought, like you had something important to say but you didn't have the words to do so, you hadn't decided how.

He prepared to help your words form, prepared to ask you why you'd come. To ask if you needed anything from him, if you wanted to come inside. However your mind had made itself up before his had.

"I'm sorry." You sighed, looking at him, "I just feel safe with you. Almost like.. nothing bad can happen if I'm with you." You paused, looking away again, "I know it's not logical, not in the world we live in.. but I can't help it. You're the closest thing to home I have."

The words didn't form in his mind, he just stared. He didn't expect you to open this much, let alone to reveal vulnerability. You had always been the strong-minded kid whom protected him, now you were relying on him.

He just wrapped his arms around you, and silently hoped you knew you were home to him too.

Rick Grimes

You stood in awe of the man in front of you, a mess, distracted, unhappy. Having just lost the prison, now under the impression his daughter was long-gone, and his people missing.

He had been glad Carl was safe, but he'd been so injured he'd had to leave you to look after the boy. Albeit unconsciously. Carl was off on some run, as you stood in the old living room.

Carl was strong, and therefore you let him go, he needed time in his own headspace. However, with Rick's protectiveness over the boy, you'd found yourself arguing with Rick over it.

He'd shouted at you for still following him, claiming he'd "lost everything" over a "stupid war". He'd blamed himself for something everyone had agreed on.

"What the hell else do you want me to do, Grimes? Run off? Go on my own? I don't give a damn about what we lose, we lost it together and now we have to figure something else out. That's that."

You had no time to pity him, as far as you knew your family was dead and you couldn't bare to carry his responsibilities for much longer. You couldn't have Carl's life in your hands, not without a mutual responsibility in the small group you had left.

"Yes, that's exactly what I expect! We've lost everything Y/n, don't you see that?" He shouted, wincing with every long winded movement. "I lost it and you're still following me, why?"

"You want to know why, Rick?" You gave him a stern look, "I feel safe with you, damnit! We're going to lose sometimes, just be glad we won some too. It's an apocalypse, we can't sit on our asses and cry everytime we mess up."

You sighed, "I'm sorry. Rick, you're the best leader we've got. And people are going to die, that doesn't make it your fault." You looked at the man who seemed lost in his own mind.

You sat next to him, "Carl just needs time. That's why I didn't stop him, he's down the road I'd hear anything if it went wrong." You put a hand on his shoulder and sighed.

"You feel safe with us?" He looked at you, a look of confusion and compassion crossed his face. This meant a lot more to him than you could've imagined, "We all did. We all do. You're our leader because we want you to be."

He nodded, and leaned back, "I'll rest, we'll leave tomorrow." You smiled, "Good by me, boss man." You said, standing up.

"Y/n, can you stay?" He paused, "Carl's got himself handled." You did as told, sitting back, proceeding in a tease, "Who's slacking now, huh?" He closed his eyes, "Look out for him, L/n."

Michonne

You stood besides Michonne, overlooking the prison. Much like how she had taken Andrea in, she had taken you in as well. However, the Governor had left an odd taste in your mouth, and now you were both here.

"Do you really believe in this place?" You looked at her, curious to her opinion. You weren't naive by most means, but Michonne had her head on her shoulders. Everything she did seemed to be right by you, even if she had to lose to win. Like the best at betting, though lives depended on said bets.

"Seems good. For now at least, they trust us. They keep us fed, most importantly they aren't like that governor." She nodded, thinking to herself as she looked at the biters banging against the chain-linked fences that surrounded you. "It's a nice place, nice people. What about you?"

She turned to face you, and you felt your brain rack for a smart reply. A need to impress followed you around, you were forever in debt to her, however she embraced you like an old friend, like she hadn't saved you. You weren't much of an asset to her, why did she even keep you around?

"I think so too.. They seem to be cautious with new people. And I like his questions, they reveal a lot. Genuinely." You thought to your answer, one killed, and a couple dozen walkers. You weren't afraid to admit vulnerability, it would come out soon enough any-who. "Glad you noticed that too. You want to stick around?"

You looked at her, and nodded, "Yeah, as long as we can, till you get that bastard." It was her turn to doubletake, you were suggesting leaving safety for her revenge plan against a man you'd hardly had beef with to begin with. "You want to come with? Why? If you feel some unpaid debt forget about it, I wouldn't save you if I didn't want to, Y/n/n."

You looked at her and smiled a bit, before looking back out on the yard ahead. "I feel safe with you, that's why I want to come with." You took a moment to formulate your next set of words, "I dunno, like nothing bad can happen. It's been us against the world for so long, I don't think I'm ready to give up on my only friend."

She took a moment before smiling, and resting an arm around your shoulders, "I feel honored. I'll do my best to keep it that way. Safe."

Maggie Rhee

You sat by Maggie's side at the top of the watch-tower, sharing duty of watching over the sleepy prison. It was chilly, nothing far out of the ordinary.

You'd wrapped yourself up in a nice coat, it reminded you of your family, though you couldn't recall which member you'd stolen it off of. It didn't really matter anymore, you were mending your heart from their losses as quick as you could.

Maggie seemed lost in thought herself, watching down on the courtyard. You never could tell what she was thinking, worried for her family for sure. Hershel was down with all your ill friends, and he'd refused to let anyone else in.

You knew it drove Maggie insane, but you also knew keeping busy was the only way to calm her raging mind. And she needed to keep her head up, at the very least for Beth's sake.

And when Maggie inevitably fell asleep from the week-ful of sleepless nights, you let her. You knew you shouldn't, and you knew she'd lecture you come tomorrow morning, but she needed it. Of all the things you could encourage, right now she needed sleep.

"Hey, Y/n." She whispered, groggy from sleep, likely far from a conscious mind. "Yeah, Mags." You hummed, looking at the woman besides you, she'd always been gorgeous to you.

"You promise not to leave me out here?" She said, her eyes still droopy, "You make me feel a lil safer out here." She closed her eyes finally, resting against the back of the chair she was sat in. You smiled, pulling a blanket from the side of you, one the two of you stashed away a long time ago.

"Promise." You sighed, wrapping the blanket around her and looking back to the prison. Thank god it was a calm night.

Beth Greene Trying to rest was a nightmare in itself, the horrid dreams, the fear, the guilt, however you were lucky to have a knock on your door stir you from a not-so-pleasant sleep attempt. "Come in." you mustered, rubbing your eyes.

"Sorry! Were you sleeping? I can come back later.." You looked up at Beth, and shook your head, patting the bed beside you, offering her a seat. She took it reluctantly, as you proceeded, "You know me better than that Beth-y." You gave a soft smile, "What'd ya need?"

"Nothin', Judith's asleep, and Maggie and Glenn are up in the watch-tower." She sighed, opening her journal, "Just wanted some company, and you didn't seem busy." You looked at your friend sympathetically.

You knew she was nervous about her abilities, often she felt useless to the group. Her father was saving lives, Carl whom was younger than her was protecting her half the time, and Maggie was protecting so much. She didn't feel it was worth it to speak on it, thinking people would think it was stupid, but deep down you knew how she felt.

"Beth-y, y'know you matter to our group right? You bring your own values, even if it doesn't seem life-altering." You commented, sitting up slightly, scooting closer to the girl. She gave you a smile, she couldn't bare arguing with you, she really just needed to hear those words. From anyone.

She rested her head on your shoulder, shutting the notebook. "I came up here because I feel safe with you, Y/n, like nothing bad could happen." You looked at her, a sad smile crossing your face, before you wrapped an arm around her. "We'll make it, we just gotta get through the hurdles."

"You swear?"

"Swear on my life, Beth-y."

Glenn Rhee "Hey! Y/n wait up..!" You heard a call from behind you, and turned to see Glenn running after you. He paused before you, catching his breath. "Yes, Rhee?" You hummed, giving him the patience he needed to regulate his slowing breaths. "Mind if I come with you? Down to the lake?"

"Why? It's just boring old hunting, like ya' did with Daryl?" You hummed, continuing to walk as he followed. "Well I don't have anything better to do and,," On began his ramblings, which you eagerly put a soothing stop to.

"If you want to spend time with me, Glenn, you should tell me. Just keep up."

He gave you a nervous smile, he'd always had a pretty smile to you, you wanted to see it more. He didn't say much more as he followed you, scared to annoy you, and glad to have the peace of walking with you, unthreatened by the world for once.

"I was comin' down here to filter some water, if we find fish it'd be a great win-win. Bring home dinner and we may be fan-favorites tonight." You joked, looking at the man beside you, pointing at your bag which had been obviously filled with reusable bottles. "You really can filter this water?" He asked, curiously, covering his eyes with hand to block out sunlight.

"You can filter anything you put your mind to Glenn, I can show you? You're already out here anyway." He looked at you, nodding, eager to make himself useful. "Did you have any other reason for coming with, besides spending time with someone so cool?"

You didn't bother looking up at him, as you arranged things in your bag. Like a prepping teacher, you pulled out things left and right. Things to fish, things to filter, both. That's what you came here for anyway, it was just a plus that you had a helper now. However, you felt the need to look at him when no response came.

"Can I be honest with you, Y/n? No laughing at me?" He sighed, messing with the hem of his shirt. You looked at him, your brows furrowing, "Yeah of course, what's up?"

"I wanted to come out here cause you make me feel safe. You're all badass." He took a moment to laugh at himself, it sounded silly out-loud, "I mean like, almost nothing bad could happen if we stick together." He added, looking at you. You'd long forgotten your plan now, having set the items down.

"Why would I laugh at that?" You gave him a soft smile, looking back down, with a laugh of disbelief. "You make me feel safe too, Rhee. Now c'mon, or you're going to miss your filter-lesson."

"Yes, ma'am."

Carol Clicking the trigger in the direction of a nearing walker, you looked to Carol. She was sat in front of you, holding a gun in her lap, cleaning it. She knew it didn't need cleaning, as did you, but busying herself helped ignore the problems you'd all been facing.

You shared a cell with her in the prison, but often the two of you felt worlds apart. She thought differently than you did, but she meant well. She had always meant well. Though sometimes you reckoned that only Daryl and yourself understood that.

"I have to leave." She spoke up, not looking at you as she smoothed the cloth over the barrel of the gun. "What?" You asked, a feeling of alarm washing over you, as you watched her. She could survive on her own, but you far from wanted her gone. The world was cruel and you knew unfairness could easily befall on her alone.

"I killed them Y/n, you know that. But, as soon as I tell Rick I have to leave." She commented looking up at you, "Think, about what they would think of me? I'd rather be alone than experience that guilt." She finished reasoning, whilst also finishing up with the gun, the one in which she'd set beside her now.

"Carol please, you don't really think you need to exile yourself do you?" Your brows furrowed, as you stood up. You were enraged, but you couldn't even be mad at her. Obviously you'd thought of the reaction, there was no reason to keep her around if they deemed her a threat. "You'd be a fool to think I don't, Y/n. Listen to yourself."

"Then I'm coming with."

"No you're not."

"You can't stop me."

She gave you a scowl, thinking it over. She knew she couldn't stop you, but she also didn't want to risk your life. That was the whole point of killing the two survivors in the first place, to protect those she cared for. "Fine, why. What could your reasoning possibly be, Y/n."

It was your turn to do a double-take, thinking. You had friends, you fit in well with the group, you hadn't killed anyone nor did you plan on doing so. Why would you go? Who were you kidding, Carol meant more to you than safety. What was the point of surviving if there was no one around to survive for?

"I feel safe with you, Carol. Truth be told I'd rather be unsafe with you under false pretenses than be with this group safely." You sighed, glad you'd finally gotten it out, though upset she'd have to find out through said circumstances. "Safe. With me?" She looked you up and down, but she could tell you weren't lying to her. She was a mother, she could see through anyone by now.

"Alright. Fine.. Only because you asked so nicely, Y/n." Carol smiled, and it reminded you again why you'd rather be with her.

Daryl You walked up the steps of the new looking home, you'd planned to go in and sleep. You hadn't gotten a full night in over a year by this point. However, your eyes caught a glimpse of Daryl sat in the porch corner, holding his cross-bow as if someone had threatened to take it from him, they hadn't.

You took a deep breath, "Got room for another?" You hummed, taking a seat after the man patted the wood panel beside himself. You sat in silence for a moment, Daryl wasn't a big talker, and you were exhausted from the days' stress. "Why aren't you inside with everyone else?"

"Don't wanna be." He muttered, looking at the crossbow in his lap. "I suppose that's a good reason. But, I think you know I meant more than that." You leaned your head against the railing behind you, and sighed awaiting his response, but it never came. He just sat there in complete silence.

"Daryl." You turned you head, to look at him. "Listen, I'm exhausted, I know you're built to withstand everything constantly but trust me just this once. Come inside, sleep, and tomorrow we can figure this out. You can reject whatever this society is, but give me a night. One night, cut me some slack."

He didn't look at you, thinking about what you were suggesting, before sighing. He stood up, offering you a hand up. "Only once." He agreed, knowing very well that you would stay out all night trying to convince him if he didn't.

"What a gentlemen." You teased, earning a slight grin from him, as you stood up. "Thank you. I get your hostility, but we should at least try to enjoy some of it. We get a real house and everything, kind of a celebration to me." You yawned. "Why'd ya even want me to come in." He muttered, tired of your exhausted rambling.

"Isn't it obvious? Daryl you make me feel safe, if anything bad was to happen I'd rather be with you than anyone else." You gave him a smile, leading him in. Good enough reason for him.

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misssummerwest · 7 months

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Hiiii, I'm Summer, thanks for visiting my page! I'm new to 0F and I'm having so much fun showing off my exhibitionist tendencies here. I'm a petite lady with lil b00bies and a big b00ty, I guess you could call me slim thick? You may see some cameos from my friends and lovers from time to time on here also! I'm editing my face out of most of my photos for now, but I eventually want to do a face reveal! I know you're all curious what I look like, so help me make it happen!! When I'm not being h0rny online, I'm a creative and artsy type. I'm a professional seamstress and an expert in most fiber arts. I love going to the gym, I do weight training and yoga. Strong and flexible with great stamina 😉. I love to be silly and laugh a lot. Spoiling me makes me so horny. Sexting is the best and my favorite thing is to date guys online. I want to be your special girl 🎀. There is so much content that I'd like to make for you, so please ask if there is something specific you'd like to see, I really enjoy being a little p0rn star 0:)

#wh0re #p0rno #slim and sexy #lingerie

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phlurrii · 1 year

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Alright, ALRIGHT, I’VE ALMOST GOT IT DANGIT I ALMOST *HAVE* IT. So everyone analyzing the edgy Noe animation bust out our notepads and cork boards because I have INFO TO SHARE.

Okay, so, we’ve already got the first captive of Noe established: Dialga, the Temporal Pokemon.

The next captive is hard AF to freaking see, but if you zoom in enough you see the anti-matter space worm snake dragon thing known as Giritina, the Remegade Pokemon

So Noe captures both the god of controlling Time and the personification of antimatter, two of the 3 creation trio.

As for the one he is facing…let me just say…the lack of images of legendary pokémons’ backs made this borderline maddening because I STILL CANNOT SAY FOR CERTAIN, **BUT** I believe the one whom Noe wishes to be is actually the space Barney known as Palkia, the Spatial Pokemon.

I ONLY GOT A SIDE VIEW BUT I THINK ITS CLOSE OKAY? It’s not Meau, that’s for sure, and I really don’t think it’s Arceus based on the head shape but it might just be a perspective issue.

Now, the only powers we’ve seen know use are appearing from the shadows and duplicating items (berries and tea), and we know he deals with “errors” (which could mean a lot of things physics-wise) but not ghosts (which are incorporeal and thus lack matter). So, despite their appearance, they may be more connected to Palkia than we may have been lead to believe.

Palkia is known to have powers to warp space, travel to faraway places or other dimensions, connect dimensions through dimensional portals, DESTROY SPACE ITSELF, and even be able create a new universe BY ITSELF or with Dialga. And, unlike a glitchy Noe, it is said that space becomes MORE STABLE with Palkia's every breath.

The implications this holds are wild and not fully understood. Was their role originally like Palkia’s but something went wrong? Did Giritina create Meau as an attempt to make something like Palkia and/or Meau to create and later populate its own universe with its own kind of pokemon but something went terribly wrong? It’s very hard, and might even be too early to say what the source of this identity crisis is for Noe, especially since he isn’t directing it at Meau, but what do y’all think?

Why did Noe need to take control of time and antimatter? Why Palkia? Where’s Arceus when his kids are fighting like this? I know the truth will be revealed eventually, but I love playing around with the ideas for what it may be.

Roll OUT the red carpet you have NAILED IT.

Noe is indeed holding Dialga on his left and Giratina on his right, while facing down Palkia. Why he is doing it, what he wants from Palkia, what his motivations are, what brought him to this point, where Arceus is, where Meau is, and everything else about this situation will be revealed in Noe’s eventual origin arc! But both you and @givemeuniversalcrossovers guess this correctly! With @mel-the-pirate breaking down that first gate with the Dialga guess! Good job you three ;0! Also everyone else who sent in theories, ya’ll each got tidbits here and there correct, genuinely impressed by it!

Given I purposely doodled that animatic to be misleading as all heck, round of applause and head pats to everyone ;D! As I get closer to moving I’ll probably slow down a lot on the story till everything’s sorted, but we’ll be spending some quality time with Mewtwo and the mews for a bit! Then once I’ve established everything I wanted too, we’ll move on to Noe’s arc and ya’ll will finally get your answers! But I’ll still drop lil animatics of him here and there to feed the flames, as well as continue to sprinkle hints throughout. A lot of Noe’s arc is being sketched on and worked on alongside the current story as otherwise it’d take forever to actually get out lol

#oh the plans I have for him #there’s gonna be alot of content warnings on that arc XD #ask #puzzled zebra #Mel the pirate #givemeuniversalcrossovers #clap clap ya’ll!!

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hongchenzhu · 1 year

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Part 1, Part 2

Same ordeal as before

IF YOU DON'T LIKE HOW I DESCRIBE YOU THEN CHANGE IT

also

PLS read part 1, it's there READ it

and

Spoilers, of the manga and the next episode

this one is significantly shorting than my others

and

'Japanese'

'English'

During dialogue lines

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Back at the monitoring room

Ego sits in his chair, and Anri and Y/n are both beside him looking at the match that is going to begin. Ego with his hand crossed and putting his hands on it, Anri was standing behind him watching the projection of the game.

The door opens and in walks Gojo Y/n. “Is the round starting?” Ask Y/n

“Yeah, the boys are just about to start,” replied Anri

“Great!”

Anri then looks at the white-haired female, in curiosity. Not once in her life had she seen a 17-year-old in such maturity. Other than the fact she’s a facility with a crap tonne of a teenage boy, Y/n didn’t seem to put the boys in mind, she didn’t try and flirt nor was she mucking around with the boys. Borderline emotionless is what Anri would describe her, Y/n barely shows any emotions and even when she does it’s only for a split second and no one would know that. She wonders what experience she went through that caused her to be this expressionless, and she seems to always have something on her mind.

The game officially starts with Isagi passing the ball to Bachira, Bachira then avoids Cabassos who was still in a daze.

Bachira then starts to dribble around Cabassos

Bachira then passed the ball in between Cabasso's feet

“I have to say, Bachira has made great improvement in his physicality.” Spoke Y/n, waking everyone from the intense staring at the projector

“Yes, he has made significant improvement.” Replied Ego

“But I think he has much more to improve on.” Y/n solemn expression look at the game that was happening, except you, couldn’t see her eyes. Covered by black-framed round glasses

Isagi was running up to Bachira signally that he wants the ball. Out of nowhere, Loki dashed in blocking Isagi from getting the ball.

‘So fast’ though Anri

At the same time, Cabassos was trying to block Bachira from kicking, too bad he was a second late.

Bachira then kicked the ball around Isagi and Loki. Rin then court on kicking the ball straight into the net.

1-0

“Nice” Anri was impressed by the goal that was scored by Rin

“Not bad indeed.” piped Y/n “But that would be the last goal they score in this game.”

Anri look at Y/n again “Who do you know that?”

“Well, Anri-san the boys right now is at an amateur level, not to mention they can’t beat the world’s top 5 with their current statics.”

“Right, but how did you know that this was going to be their last goal?”

“Simple, Anri-san. The only reason why the boys can score is that the Top 5 let them score.” Y/n looked back at the scene again “Now the boys have lit a fire in the Top 5 eyes, they won’t be able to score again.”

The three returned to watch the match.

Match restart

Loki starts off, bolting past Isagi going straight to the goal and dodging past the boys and scoring

1-1

Y/n turned around and walks out of the room

After the match

The world's top five are currently walking to training room 2 to get their pay

“Should be here” Leonardo pointed at the room next to the sign “Ha, time to go and get our pay” laughed Dada

As the door opened, a strong gust of wind blew in their face. “Yuji!” Shouted a femme voice “Eyes up here” As the wind stopped it revealed two figures in the training room a female with white hair and a boy with red hair and a black undercut in a fighting position, arms intercrossed the female blocked the boy’s attack. (Can you guess who this character is) “Ah, senpai there are people at the door” The white hair female turned her head, a pair of black framed sunglasses on her face “I suppose you won the match.”

“That voice!” Exclaimed Cabassos

“Yuji, get me my pen and check notebook.” “Ok senpai” The red hair boy then ran around and got a pen and a notebook

“If memory serves me right, it should be 100 million and 10k for each goal you guy’s scored, right?” The white hair girl raises an eyebrow

“Yes, that's right” Smiles Leonardo

Y/n opens her check notebook and gold pen in the other hand

“Name”

“What?”

“I’m asking your name!”

“Aah, the name is Leonardo Luna”

“Leonardo Luna and the amount is one hundred million and 25 thousand dollars.” Y/n wrote down and signed. Ripping it from the notebook Y/n handed Leonardo the check “Here you go” Leonardo took the check and went to the side “Name?” This is repeated 4 other times.

“Now is that all?”

The other nodd “Great” throwing the pen and notebook elsewhere

“Now lock off”

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This one took a while, now that most of my examinations are done(for now) I need to prepare for my English essay writing which happens in about three weeks. (dies)

The next chapter might be a filler about y/n exorcising curses and running into some people

(also how does my teacher expect me to write a full-on essay in an hour ... like wtf)

#blue lock x y/n #blue lock tokimitsu #rin itoshi #isagi yoichi #world's top five #leonardo luna #bachira meguru #gojo reader #yuji itadori #rich y/n #blue lock x jujutsu kaisn #BL x JJK

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sasukimimochi · 10 months

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A gift for @mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess and all you folks suffering during the ao3 drought! 💖 Enjoy your spice 😳✨

This will be properly posted on Ao3 (this is the chapter link for the draft, once ao3 is working fluidly again. this link will of course still be the same and work properly once its made public!) once the chaos is over with the full picture (i had to crop the second one) but you can also see the ficlet in its complete glory with the full picture here on my google drive. (please remember to reblog/share the ficlet though here if you read it on google docs! ;0 also this is a design reveal for SOBO LXC!

Word Count - 1281 (Suns Out, Buns Out! - POV Lan Xichen)

.✦ Not Just Summer Heat ☀

Lan Xichen’s mood was…less than desirable lately. Well, there were many reasons why; he usually enjoyed the summer weather! but it’d been so hot that even he was shedding layers of cloth and suffering with the rest of the clan. Well, not as many. He liked his layers, even if they made him suffer.

Sometimes he’d wonder why disciples would run off before he came over, but then he’d realize how scary he must look- he was usually so calm but he was sure to have a resting irritated set to his eyes which no one was used to. He was known for being one of the cool twin jades and usually the kinder looking of the two, but god, summer made it hard.

At least he didn’t have sect duties, he was sure if he had to deal with Sect leader Yao he would sucker punch him. The one time he had to stand in he must have looked pretty scary, because the other leaders gave him quite the wide berth.

“The best way to cool off?” Wei Wuxian smiled and turned onto his stomach, leaning his head onto a hand. “You’re wearing three robes. Ditch one of those for a starter.”

Lan Xichen sighed, “I…do suppose you’re right.” He shed the robe he usually kept hanging over his elbows and folded it in his lap, the small relief at least something.

“Cold springs too, but I can understand not wanting to turn into a prune...plus, everyone is trying to get into the cold springs these days.” Wei Wuxian chuckled, nearly purring as Lan Wangji scratched under his chin. “Or maybe make yourself sweat a bit.”

“Wei Ying.”

“I didn’t say how.” Wei Wuxian laughed, tilting his head into the scratches and nearly purring from the comfort of it if he weren’t, you know, a bunny.

Lan Wangji knew better. They both did, but Lan Xichen appeared as though he didn’t fully pick it up. “What’s wrong with Wei-gongzi’s suggestion?” He fanned himself, giving off that trademark irritation he had lately, which made his brother just shake his head.

“Nothing, give it a try when you are feeling too warm!” Wei Wuxian smiled brightly, completely used to that sort of look from his own shidi, and by now had learned this was just one of Xichen’s normal midsummer moods as well.

Lan Xichen wasn’t sure how these two were so active even in such heat. He had to excuse himself to get some relief in the cold springs.

Only…there were so many disciples there already. So Wei Wuxian was right, the springs were a bust, he was much too embarrassed to admit he wanted to go there to cool off and not cultivate.

He sighed, flitting the fan given to him as a gift from Huaisang in his face in his futile attempts to cool himself. Maybe he could check the back mountains- but then again there were probably disciples there too. He groaned. Maybe he should just ask someone to fill his bath with cold water. Ah, but he shouldn’t waste water during the dry season. Everyone was being a bit more careful with water use at these times…

So that left the one jokingly made suggestion that his brother’s husband had teased him with. Lan Xichen was probably thinking too hard about what he suggested. But…

He was suggesting I indulge myself.

It was an inappropriate behavior to do so, which is to say. Not very encouraged™ in this clan. But now that he was thinking about it…It was constantly in the back of his mind, which meant it was constantly a struggle for his little ‘friend’ to stay docile.

And today was so hot.

He tugged at his lapels until his entire chest was exposed and fanned himself, groaning quietly. “Why did the heavens decide to heat the earth like we’re dinner?”

He really did feel miserable, every time he shifted feeling the heat between his legs as well, mind fogged over with the heat and body betraying his discipline.

He stole a glance into his mirror and he ended up unable to tear his eyes away. If he was exposed to someone right now, he would be quite embarrassed. But..

His skin was glistening in all the right areas, albeit subtly. Flushed rosy hues dusted the crowns of his cheeks, his nose, his…

He wondered quietly about a future wife or perhaps…a husband, coming in and seeing him like this. He felt a small throb move from his stomach and down, and took a small, breathy inhale shortly after.

So what if he indulged in a bit of a fantasy? He was by himself and would be for the whole day. It was hot and he was told at least one solution he could but wasn’t using.

At this point, he couldn’t grasp his self control, but he could grasp something else.

He groaned quietly as his fingers traced the warm heat pressing up against his hand from beneath his robes, and god he wanted to remove them so badly. He surprised himself with how fast he did, and how fast his clumsy fingers went to work.

“M-mngh, oh…” He panted quietly, the heat in his palm pulsing with each little movement of his hips.

“My, my handsome husband is so pitiful like this, all by his lonesome too!”

He shuddered as his imagination filled in someone’s voice, a tremor shaking his body imagining their lips by his ear and whispering to him while…god forbid, they also touch him.

“Look at how messy you’ve gotten! Allow me-”

He couldn’t help the tremble in his voice as he moaned, the sound actually embarrassing him as it slipped from his tongue, pushing more and more of his robes away until practically all that was left was bunched around his abdomen under his sash or his ankles.

His length wept in his hand, the thought of someone’s tongue anywhere on his sensitive skin leaving his chest heaving. He forgot where he was, the sensation of pleasure and overwhelming heat canceling out any other thoughts he may have once had.

“Husband,”

His knees trembled as his thumb ran over the tip of that sensitive glans.

“Cum for me.”

Lan Xichen’s breath suddenly picked up and he bucked into his hand, leaning back heavily against the wall as an intense wave of pleasure washed over his body.

He swallowed and looked into the mirror once more. He was right, if someone walked in on him like this he would be very embarrassed.

Though, he was finding it hard not to do it again.

. ☀ .

“You seem to be in a better mood lately, er-ge.” Nie Huaisang watched Lan Xichen pour the two tea, hiding his face behind his favorite fan. “You look a little less mad at the world. It doesn’t seem cooler yet though.”

Lan Xichen paused and only a hint of something rosy tinted his cheeks. He cleared his throat and smiled, “I just started wearing less layers, visiting the cold springs a bit more…” He trailed off, staring at his hot tea with disdain, “Ah, I still think it's too hot for tea though.”

“He just started sweating to beat the heat!”

Lan Xichen’s head turned so fast Huaisang was surprised it didn't fall off.

Wei Wuxian covered his mouth and laughed as Lan Wangji sighed and pulled his husband away from the Yashi. “Apologies Xiongzhang.”

Lan Xichen held his head while Nie Huaisang fought not to laugh aloud. At least his brother had mercy on him.

“I would like to hear more, er-ge.”

Lan Xichen just knew that Huaisang was smiling behind that fan.

Thanks for reading 😊💖✨

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saltyontheside · 2 years

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Trick or treat! @0@

Hmmm, treat~

Snippet #1 (uncut)

Cw: lightly suggestive.

The villain was anxious. Who wouldn't be? It was their first time doing anything of this sort, but they guessed everyone had to start somewhere. It was just a little bank robbery. They'd thought this plan out meticulously: spent weeks going over every little detail, days toiling over the devices they would use and making sure everything worked as it should. As far as preparation was concerned they'd done everything they could; indeed the only thing that could stop them now was simple human error on their own part. That or a hero, but they were far more concerned about the former.

As it turned out, they had their priorities out of order...

"So, are you robbing that bank or not?"

The villain squeaked in surprise as a voice spoke close to their ear - so close they could feel the person's breath against their skin. They spun around in a panic, reaching for one of the devices at their belt only for their hand to be caught in a vice-like grip.

The hero studied the device with curiosity. "Huh, well this looks like it's probably illegal." They twisted the villains arm behind their back and held them up against the wall, getting a good look at the rest of the devices they were carrying. "...And so do all of these. Hell, screw robbing the bank, I'm pretty sure I can arrest you just for this."

Well, so much for weeks of planning. The villain felt panic seize them as the hero spun them back around, letting go of their hand and instead simply pinning them by their shoulders.

"You're new to this, aren't you?" the hero asked.

For a second the villain simply stuttered, words caught in their throat as the hero continued to stare down at them. "Um...W-well not technically but- but, um...yeah."

The hero grinned. "Well newbie, let me give you some advice: firstly, if you're planning on robbing a place, don't spend ten minutes just staring at it; secondly, if you come into contact with a hero, never let them get too close. You know why?"

The villain resisted the urge to gulp, palms becoming sweaty as the hero's grip tightened. "Because they'll arrest me?"

"Yes, that's one reason. But also becasue they'll do this..."

The villain had been wearing a mask to cover their face, but within seconds the hero had plucked it straight off and thrown it to the ground, revealing their identity. Panicked, the villain tried to reach for it but the hero simply pushed them back. In a desperate attempt, the villain brought their hands up to cover their face but the hero soon put a stop to that too, grabbing their wrists and pinning them above their head.

God, this really couldn't get any worse.

Above them the hero shifted a little, gaze intent upon the villain's face. In return they forcibly looked away, trying their best to hide from the other's stare but knowing there was nowhere they could go - just stuck there waiting until the hero finally decided to--

"Huh, you're pretty cute."

The villain blinked, not quite sure if they'd heard that right.

Something in the hero seemed to change then, their hold still strong but gentler. As if they weren't close enough already, they leaned forward - a teasing grin spreading across their face as their gaze flicked down to the villain's lips.

"First time?" they asked.

It got worse.

The villain felt themself blushing within seconds, confused and flustered at this sudden change in tone. Seeing this, the hero simply smiled wider and pressed closer.

"I-I think you asked that already," the villain said.

"Oh, baby, I'm not referring to your villainy," the hero tilted their head to the side, trying to catch the other's gaze. "I'm talking about you getting caught."

The hero stepped back then and let them go, the villain feeling a sense of relief wash through them. But it was only fleeting, and soon they found their cheeks heating up once more as the hero pulled out a pair of handcuffs.

"How's your experience with bondage?" the hero asked shamelessly.

The villain couldn't catch a break! They'd prepared for everything: from security to cameras to civilians getting in the way, they'd planned it all. All those weeks figuring out the best way to rob a bank when really they should have been focusing on how to escape an overly flirtatious hero. Sure, they'd prepared for some kind of confrontation but this situation was beyond anything the villain could have expected.

This wasn't how they ended up in jail, was it? It couldn't be - it was far too embarrassing. They needed to escape and soon, before everything they'd planned completely went to waste.

"I'll take that as minimal," the hero said, observing the villain's flustered silence. "How about I change that?"

The villain hardly had time to respond as they were spun round and pressed back into the wall again, the hero bringing their hands behind their back and applying the cuffs smoothly - clearly having done it a hundred times before.

There was nothing the villain could do about it. They relied purely on their tech because that was what they were good at: they weren't strong like the hero, or fast, or powerful; the villain was smart. The situation was against their favour but if they could just reach at least one of their devices they might just get away.

Behind them the hero sighed a little. "You know, it's a shame that I caught you so early. I'm sure you and me would have had a great time chasing each other around this city."

The villain was certain they couldn't possibly blush any harder. "Are you always this forward?"

They glanced back to see the hero give them a wink.

"Only for you, baby."

The villain wasn't sure if that was better or worse. They turned back to the wall, face completely red...

And that's it! I never actually finished this snippet. I felt like it was going on a lil too long and decided to cut it down. It's so strange reading back over it - I feel like I wrote this years ago not months, lol.

Thank you for the ask! I hope you liked your treat!

#additional writing

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wondergotten-concepts · 5 months

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Chapter 0: The Pilot

Act l: Deja Vu

Next act <-

Reminder: This story has a bit deeper, but also has a slight horrors

[A scene starts with a black screen, a person having a conversation with his old friend, while the scene revealing and zoom slowly to show an old cabinet game in the corner]

[???#1]: “So Wacky, let me guess.. you're saying you had this dream about this ol’ race game over and over and… isn't that normal to you?”

[???#2]: “No, not at all. I kept thinking about that ol’ fella ever since I still have that cabinet for like several years.”

[???#1]: “You mean that game you are talking about? Man, 41 years and yet you still keep that thing, why can't you just rid of it?”

[???#2]: “You know I can't do that, my friend. Sometimes, keeping old things is something special when you grow up. You can give it to your grandkids. But, that night… I dream in the middle of the strange big hall where I've never been before. Then, I saw him. The man himself with no face revealed, just a pitch black. But all of a sudden, his face reveals.. with a creepy grinning smile, stares at me. He told me…”

“...You know, it's been many years you still remember him. But, I am not him.. he's out somewhere you'll never see him. But I'll try to find him. As long as you can reach your end,

“Turbo”

[The Cabinet screen shows a silhouette figure opens its eyes, then the screen shuts in black pitch]

[Suddenly, the story starts at the beginning of the origin]

“Say, who's the greatest racer ever in this whole arcade?”

[The scene shows three racers, speed up going somewhere, reveals to recognise by an audience who knows himself]

“Ey, Loser! If ya lose for another ‘round, ya gotta the loan dinner!~”, said the Twin.

“Buds, this is ain't just a race for now. We're been watching and I'm the one being controlled by the players themselves. You know, they love me!!” Said Turbo.

[After a while, the scene shows three racers speeding up to the finish line, only Turbo can reach faster. He made it to the end of the finish line and won. Turbo very happy and says his famous word]

“Turbo-tastic!”

[But not long after, Turbo looks at the screen outside, meaning that no players were there. But he realised seeing the players change into the new one, Roadblasters. Things not good well for Turbo, he looked angry, feeling his jealousy]

[The Twins looks worried about him]

“.. Uhh ‘ey, Turbo.. ya alright you don't look good..”

“Of course he's not, ya dingus. He sees someone replaced us with that new race gam-”

“Ey! Don't say those words, you know what happens to him if he sees it like this..”

[The other twin realised the words he spoke, then he tried to sympathy him]

“Turbo, I know ya have to see this, but it's okay.. you'll just a rest and-”

[The sounds of the speed, and smoking around the Twins. It's too late to sympathise with him, things just started getting worse]

[Turbo driving all the way from the Central to connect through the Roadblasters. The feelings of his anger, the speed has been higher up and it goes very faster]

[No one can't stop him, he's too dangerous]

[The scene showing the players was playing Roadblasters, while Turbo invades the game itself]

“Hey, is that Turbo?”

“What is he doing here?”

[Inside the game, the racer from Roadblasters looks confused about what is going on over there. As soon as Turbo drives directly at another racer, it reveals crashing into each other. It means, Roadblasters has been broken down by Turbo]

“Mr. Litwak! The game crashed.”

“What?! Just a minute, it was new at the start.. How did that happen?”

“Well, there's this guy, Turbo, who jumped into this game. As soon as a second later, it causes this..”

[Showing the cabinet screen]

*sigh* “I suppose we'll have to do this one, and this too… (I can't believe Turbo did that, I don't know how he program like this)”

[The scene shows Mr. Litwak unplugged the Roadblasters. Meanwhile, Turbo has escaped from the Roadblasters game. He was proud of himself while driving through Central, but suddenly.. he didn't know..]

“Finally, I destroyed that stupid game! Now I can go back and-”

his face was shocked after he didn't realise, his own game has been unplugged too.

[The scene shows Turbo was in Denial, meaning he lost everything. He lost the Twins, the trophies, and his home. He can't go back, he may be a greatest racer, but to lose everything]

“N-no… it can't be. I was this close to be there..”

“..What have I done?”

Suddenly, a voice from someone in the distance shouted his name.

“Turbo!”

[As a scene shows everyone was shocked about what Turbo did to Roadblasters]

“Turbo!” shouted Felix running towards Turbo. But, he wasn't there.

Other video game characters were shocked and concerned about Turbo.

But Turbo disappeared without a trace. No one knows where he hid somewhere.

But, as he hides somewhere that no one sees him. He cried, he felt guilty for what he did.

[The scene shows Turbo Cried in the corner of somewhere, but suddenly the places around him starting to pitch black, he heard an echo voice]

“.. So, you remember what you used to, Turbo…” said Unknown?¿

Turbo slowly looks up and sees a man with wide eyes creepily. Then, Turbo wakes up.. it was not all a dream, but it's a memory that he only remembers.

[The scene showing Turbo waking up at the Central game, he was sleeping on the bench. He didn't know, nor can't remember he was sleeping]

Turbo stands up and drops off the bench, seeing the Central looks empty. He was confused about where everyone was. He shouted,

“Hello! Is anyone there!.. (strange, it's all empty. I remember I was here for a long time, and that dream is like a memory of mine. But.. Aagh…)” Turbo felt pain, he had a headache that he couldn't remember anything.

He walked slowly to look at everything in the Central, no one was there. He seems worried that he seems like he's alone all by himself. When he stops at the front entrance of the Tappers, he feels like he used to be there..

“(I don't know why I came here, or did I feel something off.. I feel like I've been here over and over… maybe there is someone else in there. Most people are really there anytime.. even I do..)”

While he's now entering the Tappers, he saw two characters he recognised.

Then he sit on the chair and said,

"Hey, uhhh.. sorry if I wasn't being invited to your party-"

Felix: "Ah, Turbo! Didn't think you were gonna make it here just in time."

Ralph: "Hey, feeling alright buddy? Here, I'm saving it for you." (Gives Turbo a root beer)

Turbo: "Thanks.. I really appreciate your help… but I'm just having a little headache last time."

Ralph: "Say, why don't you just relax and have a drink with us??"

Turbo nods, while the two are having a drink. Turbo feels something off with it, feels like a Déjà vu (again). Then, he tried to drink the root bear. But suddenly he stops, the life flashing his mind.. he realised…

His memories came back to him, all of the sudden what he saw..

..This is not real, you're dreaming.

..You have to wake up..

..Turbo…

Turbo has realised he has to wake up from his dream, or else…

Felix slowly turns around at him and says…

"What's wrong, Turbo…"

"C̴͙͂͐á̶̹̯n̵̠̥̔͘'̷̣̄͒t̶͓̉͂ ̵͔̃̿r̷͍̒͘e̵̤̻͌̉m̴̠͚͆ȇ̸̲͝m̷̹̀ḃ̸͕͛e̷͈̟͌r̸͎̞̍ ̷̛͔̊u̸̧͠s̴̲̑͌,̴̥̆͘ ̴̦̲͆́d̶͉̀o̵͉̮̔n̶̫̿'̶̛͔̊t̴̡̃ ̶̞̿̎y̸̹̳̾́o̵̡̜͊u̴͙͂̀?̶͔̬͗¿̶͎̐"

“AAAAARGGGHHH!!”

Turbo face is fearful, yet falls off from a chair. He's trying to get up,

“W-what’s happening!?! What is going on?!??!”

[The scene shows the two of them has corrupted in glitches]

He runs away from them, everything has been falling apart.

Turbo runs as fast as he could, but suddenly all the other corrupted monsters show up trying to stop him.

[At the scene of Turbo's point of view, he sees his own kart right in front of him, he dodges those monsters trying to catch him. He got in his kart and was ready to drive faster. All of a sudden, the scene changes when Turbo was on a race, everything has been burned down, but that is his home. Meaning it was falling apart because of his own backstory]

The echo from the last he hears was spoken,

“... Now all of this is what you've seen from now, you used to be dead, you're selfish to anyone, a liar, and one important thing.. you lose control of yourself..”

Turbo shouted in agony, “Stop!! Why can't you leave me alone! Please, I can't take it anymore! Who are you, and what do you want from me?!?”

Turbo struggles to control himself and tries to keep the drive stable. But suddenly, he gained too much speed, then-

[Turbo trying hard to control himself, then another racer tries to crash him. He successfully missed it, but instead he ran to the cliff and fell down, slowly seeing another one of himself, but a creepy smile sees him. The scene has been shut in black pitch, hearing the sound of a car crash]

[All the sudden, the scene reveals that Turbo is still alive, but leaving injured and his kart is burned. Even he sees everything has been burned, the race, the audiences.. they all gone]

He looked like he was bleeding and tried to get up. But then, someone showed up.

The “other Turbo?¿” walks towards to him and tells everything what he know about Turbo,

“Well, if it isn't the greatest racer ever..”

“W-what.. Do you want… from m-me..?” said Turbo in pain..

“Oh you know, you don't seem to remember how you died.. but how about reciting those memories from the voice you heard.. you see, remember you were disguised as a king from a game you don't belong to?”

“..the king, what are t-talking about..?”

“Oh don't be so forgettable.. you used to be once. Trying to take over one of the games, sometimes you can't control your anger.. when all of the sudden someone tried to sabotage your plan. Your old friend…”

Turbo realised he knows that memory.

“(Ralph..why is he there.. What is this plan I had?)” he asked himself.

“Oh? You know, you want to take over the game, but somehow you died from the volcano…”

“..I..died..? I.. n-no… why can't I remember anything?!? What did you do to me-?!”

“Now, now.. there is the reason why I need you is..”

[Turbo trying to stay back and panicking, the “other Turbo?¿” picks him up. Like he tried to strangle him..]

“̷̡̻̘̝̜̖̂͒̑̇͋͑Y̵̧̨̛̙̯̥͙̘͇̯̦̟͕̜̺̐̋͑̎̌̏̂́͑́́̒̔͝ơ̵̛̛̺͖͗͋͗̓̌͋̌̓̈́̆̐u̴̼͇̳̗̜̓̐̑̊̈̓̌̇̈́̓͌̽͝ͅr̸̡̻̞͇̥̠̗̼̱͑̃̽̈́͗͂̕ ̶̼͓͇̥̼͓͈̰̼͇͆̌͌͛̿ś̵͇͗̓̎̎̆̈͝͠ǫ̷͕͈̰̩̭̜͌͘ǘ̸̡͇͊̈́̿̋͗̊̐͌̊͆̀̃̅̕ļ̸̛͚̭͈̭͎̺̦͓̦̒̀̆͌̀̒̓̂͐̑͘͠.̴̢̘̫̀́̾̄̔͘̚͝”̴̖͍̟͓̰̯͕̦̘́͊͘

Turbo fear of him. But as soon he reaches his both hands onto the “other Turbo?¿” helmet. Then yells in agony..

“Just.. Leave.

Me.

ALONE!!-"

[A horrific scene shows Turbo take “other Turbo” ‘s head off, a single silhouette figure showing his neck gets snapped with revealing bloods all over. Then, Turbo awakes once again. But this time, there's no other dream anymore. This is where his journey starts]

#dawn of forgotten #writing #turbo

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gay-little-bitch · 1 year

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Personal Lies pt4

pt1 pt2 pt3 Pt5

Gareths pov:

"Hey, Jeff. Eddie is gonna be dressing a little differently today. Don't ask why. Okay byeeee!" His words were quick and abrupt. Gareth is glad that the phone went to voicemail and he didn't have to get asked questions about their whore of a friend. Corroded Coffin has a gig today at the biggest venue in town and Gareth invited Robin... and Steve.

All he's trying to do is get Steve and Eddie to go backstage after the concert and become friends and then possibly more. Robin has been a good wingman for Steve but Gareth also had to do his part for Eddie. So his mind was filled with thoughts of 'what if I made Eddie more of a slut to impress Steve?' All Gareth has to do is tell Eddie that he would look good in something slutty and Eddie would go right for it... Right?

"Hey, Eddie!" Gareth walks into his apartment to find his best friend visibly shaking with excitement. "Gare bear! You edited for tonight?" Eddie can't contain his energy. "Yeah man of course. Um, so I was thinking that you would look great in fishnets... you should totally wear them tonight." The thought was abrupt and just tumbled out of his mouth.

Eddie is clearly confused by the random request thrown his way. "Um yeah, I guess. Maybe along with that, I should wear a fucking mesh shirt and body glitter." Apparently, Gareth sucks at sensing sarcasm because he responds with a big smile and a few nods. "Gareth I was joking! I'm not looking to get harassed today. Absolutely not." Eddie puts his hands up in a frustrated sigh and walks to his room, slamming the door closed.

"Damn it."

Eddies pov:

"How the fuck did he convince me to do this?!" Eddie scans his eyes over his body in the mirror. He is wearing mesh, fishnets, a thigh garter, and a small speedo. He looks away, from the fear of backing out due to embarrassment. His wandering eyes land on his old bloody Halloween mask from his shitty doctor costume from 5 years ago. As he picks it up he notices how bare it is. It needs chains and safety pins. So that's exactly what he does.

When he puts the mask on after the renovation he notices how fuckable he looks. The dark mesh shirt is brightened by his body shimmer and the deep black leather of his tight-fitting speedo showing the outline of his dick. The amount of skin he's showing is way too much for his liking so he throws on his leather jacket and walks over to the mirror to do his makeup.

-----------------

Eddie walks over the the Edge of Curtain to stare at the right side of the crowd. There is nobody in the audience who looks like they have intentions of trying to fuck him... at least that hes aware of, so why else would Gareth try to get him the dress like this? "Hey man! You read- damn Ed's you look hot." Eddie nods sharply to Gareth as their ear pieces start counting down from 10.

"10"

What if he gets made fun of for his outfit?

"9"

What if no matter how hard he tries people still see him as a dumb kid who couldn't graduate?

"8"

What if he gets booed off stage for dressing like this?

"7"

What if his voice cracks?

"6"

What if he fucks up the lyrics?

"5"

Gareth, Jeff, and Nathan walk onto stage.

"4"

The boys introduce themselves.

"3"

What if he can't do this?

"2"

What if his jacket ruins the outfit and fucks it all up?

"1"

Fuck it. He strips off his jacket and throws it on the nearest chair.

"0"

Eddie walks out on stage as confident as he can for someone who feels like their gonna shit themselves. The huge crowd cheers as he gets to the microphone. He moves his hair out of his face and peals off the mask revealing himself. He looks around the crowd with a smile on his face as he looks right in front of him.

As he lets his head lower to the front row he spots... Steve Harrington! He's wearing the most beautiful eyeliner, a bundle of silver necklaces, a cropped Black Sabbath shirt, and his hair of course looks better then ever. Eddie lets his mouth fall open out of shock from a sweaty star struck Steve fucking Harrington staring right at him.

They held eye contact for what seemed to be a long time but was probably only a few seconds. They both refuse to peal their eyes away from each other until Eddie feels a hand on his shoulder. It's Gareth. "Eddie. Take your eyes away from the boy and start the god damn song or i'm gonna do it myself."

Eddies eyes reluctantly drag away from the beautiful creature in front of him, and he begins to slowly move his finger across his guitar to start the first song. The concert moves slower then most. Each song feels like it's in slow motion.

On the rare occasion that Eddie is able to move his eyes over to Steve, they boy is already looking at him with the look of a shocked little teddy bear. No matter what, Eddie looks away again.

The concert slowly comes to a stop but right before he leaves he takes the mesh he's wearing on his torso and throws it into the crowd. He doesn't know where it went but at least Gareth can't convince him to wear it anymore and embarrass himself.

As everybody steps off stage he grabs Gareth's arm and drags him into the nearest room. "What the fuck were you thinking?! Why did you decide to make me dress like a fucking whore and then invite Steveeee?!" Gareth walks over to the chair in the corner of the room and sits. "Well first I invited Buckley and of course she invited Steve. I genuinely had no idea he was coming until Robin texted me an hour before the show. I just thought it would be cool if you guys could come back stage and fu-"

Before he can finish his sentence Robin bursts through the door and quickly walks over to Gareth with a shy looking Steve following behind. "Gareth. We need to talk. Right now... please." Not even giving him a chance to protest the grabs his arm and pulls him out of the room leaving just Eddie and Steve.

Steve looks incredible. His hair is as Lucious as ever and his tight pants that hug his thighs just right. Eddie notices himself staring at Steve and looks back up to find Steve also checking him out.

The awkwardness is heavy in the air. Eddie starts pushing up and down on the balls of his feet. "So..." Steve is the first one to talk. "Yeah. So." For some reason the space between their faces seems to shrink. Did they get closer or was he just imagining it?

Steve's lips part and he leans in closer and closer, leaving little to no room in between them. Steve's voice is soft and sweet as he speaks and leans into Eddies space.

"Hi."

"Hey."

Notes: I fucking hate this chapter but to be fair I wrote this at like 1am in one day so..... Punctuation also isn't my strong suit so just go with it. Tell me of you wanna be tagged

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iknowthegammer · 3 months

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can someone make an cover for FNF bite fnaf 2 mix - boner out of this?

38:20

pokemon phase

0:18 raichu

vaporeon joins in at 0:20

1:13 meowscarada

vaporeon joins in at 1:20

2:10 charizard

2:35 gardevoir (charizard and is also with her also vaporeon and meowscarada joined in)

4 of them gets smashed by some 2 unknown hedgehogs at 2:40

sonic (Mario or idk..) phase

sonic (line at 2:45): come on step it up!

2:50 Amy and sonic

mecha sonic joins in at 3:10 (as well as tails)

3:40 mario

also Luigi joins in at 3:42 (as well as knuckles)

4:50 toad

toad has been smashed by steve and takes his place at 5:30

Alex joins in at 5:50

toad destroyed Steve and Alex and takes his own place back at 6:20

sonic.exe joins in at 6:30 (as well as eggman)

mario.exe joins in at 6:40

3 of them gets clashed by bowser and takes their own place at 7:10

bowser invites Steve, Alex, sonic.exe and mario.exe to give their last chance at 7:20

bowser and 4 of them get blown up by tnt at 7:59

toad (line at 8:10): do you think I forget about you huh? I got all the chaos emeralds now!

super toad revealed at 8:20

super toad 8:25

at 9:00 super toad has been defeated by.. WALUIGI?!

9:10 waluigi

at 9:40 waluigi got smashed by peach and yoshi

9:50 peach and yoshi

at 10:59 peach and yoshi gave up..

11:00 mecha sonic, sonic and amy

at 11:20 charizard joins at your side

12:10 mario and Luigi (they finally came back!)

12:15 peach and yoshi (I never know they came back 0-0)

at 13:50 and 4 of them just game over by an spike been thrown at them

14:10 toad (are you serious right now?)

toad (line at 14:20): I amused to gonna defeat you player right after these 4 died by my hand yet they will returned..

at 15:00 gets knocked off by donkey kong

15:05 donkey kong

at 15:25 mario.exe joins in (again but now recovered :D)

at 15:40 toad returns at being angry once again.. (also he actually knocked off mario.exe and donkey kong so idk)

toad (line at 15:50): I AM GOING TO DESTROY YOU!!?!

toad 16:00

at 17:50 MX throws toad at the flag pole and sliced him from the song and said: stupid mushroom anyways what do we waiting for?

MX 18:00

at 18:25 Lord X, wacky, hog, Luther needle mouse joined in

at 20:10 toad recovers and kills off MX, Lord X, wacky, hog, Luther and needle mouse but he’s not ok (usually he’s corrupted)

at 20:20 toad said: this is what you want? COME AND GET ME!!!?!

ultra toad revealed and sings at 20:30

triple trouble phase (final battle) at 22:03

tails at 22:05 to 23:40

sonic and amy joins at 22:15

knuckles at 23:50 to 25:10

eggman and sonic.exe joins at 24:00

charizard and meowscarada at 25:15 to 26:40

raichu and vaporeon joins at 25:30

gardevoir 26:45 to 27:00

at 27:10 ultra toad said: *laughs insane* you think that’s over? NO.. it’s just the beginning

ultra toad 27:20

at 27:30 you will faced off to everyone in this song to beginning and end

27:40 to 29:10 charizard, meowscarada, raichu, vaporeon, gardevoir, sonic, amy and tails

30:10 to 32:10 Mario, Luigi, peach, yoshi, waluigi, sonic.exe, lord X, MX, wacky, hog (at his beast form), needlemouse and Luther

32:20 to 33:50 ultra toad (again)

solo at 34:00 at 35:00

you faced everyone and ultra toad at 35:00 to 36:40

you vs ultra toad at 36:40 to 37:30

the winner is you!! at 37:40

at 37:50 to 38:20 toad said: ok I guess you win..

this is freaking stupid I am not doing this again..

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codenamehazard · 3 months

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.:New Poison Revealed:.

Chapter 28: New Poison Revealed

[TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF DEATH AND MONSTERS]

Hey guys! I just looked at the chapter number and holy hell I didn't expect that I would be at chapter 28 with the big 3-0 milestone peeking around the corner. It is still forever mind-boggling how all of this stared as a one-shot that I wasn't even planning on writing out.

And thanks to your support of my mad ramblings in fanfic form, that one-shot grew into something I couldn't imagine in my wildest dreams. So, thank you all for reading.

A special thank you goes out to @rogueshadeaux. She has given me so much, her friendship, her encouragement, her mentorship, I dare say if it wasn't for her encouraging me to throw my metaphorical hat in the ring, chapter 1 would have never been written. She is also a brilliant writer and her story will grab you by the throat and chokeslam you into the ground with feels. Please give InFAMOUS: Erosion a read when you're done here.

Another thanks to Rogue for letting me borrow her twins.

Enough of my rambling, let's jump in!

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How much time has passed since I peeked on the two builders playing with legos? I have no idea, and at this moment I don’t give an iota of a damn as an infuriating sight dares to walk out of the Quiet Room and into my line of sight.

That fucking tin-can carrying Kestrel like she was some princess in a god-damn fairy tale. It’s gag-worthy.

My eye twitches and my blood seethes in my veins as Coyote gently places the passed out bird onto a sleeping cot before tucking her in, for god’s sake… As if this couldn’t get anymore saccharine sweet.

“Poor girl’s out steel cold. Fell asleep on the floor.” The shiny fucker pipes up for probably the first time in I don’t give a shit. I’m not paying much attention as my mind is going in several different directions at once. I’m still confused as all hell as why seeing Kestrel and Coyote playing with god-damn legos like good friends was making me look at the younger man like he was a lightning rod, now this?! This was bringing back some urges from my Empire City days. His face is looking more and more punchable by the second, but why?!?

Why is this enraging me so much?! Why is every dark urge in my head screaming at me to kill this man?!? Why am I giving so much of a shit about who does what kind gestures to her?!?

We. Hate. Each-other.

I’m struggling not to bear my teeth and growl at Coyote when the bay doors open and out comes the black haired woman… Crow, was it? It’s the only other name that doesn’t have a face to it aside from the absolutely ridiculous ones. Her arrival snaps me out of my murderous fury and draws my eyes to her.

“Okay guys.” She starts. “I need to know exactly what went down with Pangolin, beginning and end. There are other Misfit groups out there and the Defense Teams need to know what’s going on. It’ll also help me dial in Pangolin’s treatment.”

Mako starts giving a play by play of what went down out there, I’m half-paying attention as rage is still boiling hot when I remembered something that had been bugging me for a while. I remember Jean saying something about an “anti-corrodium” or some nonsense like that, it’s something that needed answers.

“Hey, uhm… Crow, was it?” I jump in and ask when there’s a break in the convo, she turns her head with a “hm?” and a tilt of her head. “What in the hell is Corrodium?” The raven-haired woman blinks at me and raises an eyebrow before looking at Mako.

“D- Did you not tell him about Corrodium…?” Crow questions Mako with a pointed look, she throws her hands up defensively. “We really didn’t have a lot of time between the chaos that broke out when we first picked him up, Kes trying to complete her project, the Summoner and now this!” Great, another goddamn thing that nobody fucking told me about, though Mako does have a point about things being a roller coaster ride from the beginning to now, kinda hard to squeeze in a Wildlands 101, so I guess I can let it slide…. For now, anyway.

I can see the woman pinch the bridge of her nose and let out an irritated sigh before looking at the two of us.

“Okay, let’s all get something to eat before I go hangry bitch on both of you.” Crow grumbles while looking at Mako with a glare.

“Yeah, I’m not sure when we last ate.” Mako murmurs while rubbing the back of her head. ”Coyote can keep an eye on sleeping beauty over there.” Hold the god-damn phone!! Tin-man’s gonna be watching Kes?! “Though we should be sure to bring her back a couple of funnel cakes, she’s going to be ravenous when she wakes up.” My eye twitches as I glare at Mako. Did she really suggest that?! The fire in my chest flares hot again at that thought and the train-wreck in my head starts back up again.

“It should be me watching her, not him.” The devil on my shoulder hisses in my ear, it shocks the ever loving shit out of me. Why did I think that?? Why do I care who watches her?! Why do I give a damn?! WHY?!?

I open my mouth to protest, but my stomach tells a different story as it growls obnoxiously loud at the thought of carnival food, causing the girls to look at me with amusement. I feel a bit of heat tinge my cheeks as I grumble and rub the back of my head.

“Well, I think that decides that.” Mako hums with a smile and I roll my eyes, but I follow the two women outside, leaving Kes behind with Coyote… Much to my bewildering chagrin.

Some funnel cake does sound really good at the moment, maybe a churro or two.

I shield my eyes from the blinding sun as we step outside of the hospital into a literal carnival, so many colors every which way, with tents and rides and holy shit there’s just so much to look at, so much to explore and climb.

“So, Corrodium.” Crow hums as we head off to what I can guess is this city’s Junk Food Alley. “To put it as simply as possible, Corrodium is basically Conduit poison. The parasitic bastard child of lead and some kind of anti-rayacite. It’s so dangerous, it’s commonly called “Conduit’s Bane” around here.”

“Uh-huh, that’s nice and all but that don’t tell me much.” I huff in irritation, Crow gives me an aggravated look as the tips of her raven locks seem to melt and liquify into water.

Oh fuck, she’s a Water Conduit…

“I was getting to that.” She hisses in annoyance before taking a deep breath.

“The reason it’s so feared and you should have been warned about from the very beginning….” Crow gives Mako a heated glare. “Is because of its effects. If a Conduit is even so much as exposed to it, it weakens them greatly. However, it becomes so much more dangerous if it’s injected, like through a bite or a sting. It royally fucks them up, corrupting their bodies and powers.” I bring my hand to my chin and rub the stubble on it, my mind processing all of this. This brings questions into my head, why didn’t anyone tell me? I mean, I get that the chaos me joining the party caused did turn everything on its head, but nobody said anything at all. Were the Misfits just so used to this being common knowledge that it just slipped their mind?

“Corrodium Poisoning can be treated with various Ray Field Radiation treatments and Rayacite infusions, but there’s no real silver bullet cure-all for this.” She continues. “Every treatment plan has to be tailored to the patient's unique biology and power signature and they have to remain under constant surveillance until everything is flushed out completely.” Jesus, sounds like Pango’s gonna be stuck in the hospital for a good while.

“You guys were extremely lucky that you got Pangolin in when you did.” Crow points out with a worried look. “If you had been even a second later, then Pangolin’s prognosis would have been really grim.” The seriousness gives me pause, now I’m really starting to wonder why nobody said anything about this shit before.

She continues, going into medical jargon that I couldn’t really understand much, so my mind starts to wander and look at all the new sights around me.

Good God, saying that this is a city that the circus took over is just the tip of the iceberg. Tents stood tall, with the three-pointed one dwarfing the rest, so many colors, so many sounds and smells. There were stands with souvenirs and rigged games, rides that looked like Mad Max had a field day constructing them out of rusted scrap and old buildings and…

Holy shit, is that one of those Slingshot rides?? Without a cage?? I watch the ride release the ball in between the springs and literally launch whatever poor son of a bitch was in there, sending him sky high! Good thing Conduits don’t go splat from high places… Still hurts like a bitch if you botch the landing though.

The sound of screaming catches my attention as I… That’s a big-ass roller coaster…. And an Ice Conduit is skating on the track while being chased by the train??? It takes all of my willpower to not galavant off to go ride the rides… Besides, bad idea to go climbing on an empty stomach.

I make a mental note to hit these rides up before we leave.

“That reminds me…” I murmur when I hear a lull in Crow’s medical jargon. “You said Corrodium has a power weakening effect when a Conduit’s exposed to it, but when the Misfits and I fought those Blink Scorpion bastards, my powers were fine and it seemed like everyone else’s was fine too… What’s that all about?”

“Corrodium… It’s a very nasty and very adaptive metal.” Crow answers with a soft hum. “The properties of that stuff can vary depending on what form the Conduit is exposed to. The Corrodium in Blink Scorpion venom? The energy produced messes with a Conduit’s perception, making them appear that they’re teleporting around.” Well, that explains why I could still detect them with Radar Pulse.

“The power weakening effect is most prominent in metallic Corrodium, be it raw or refined.” Refined? That’s not good. Metals don’t just start being refined for shits and giggles, there’s always a reason. Something like this shit being refined? I smell trouble, but I put a pin in it for the time being, more questions to be asked.

“And Pangolin?” I mention. “What would have happened if we didn’t make it in time?” I notice Mako’s face go an off color and Crow’s head lower as she sighs.

“Best case…? His powers either weaken greatly or he loses them outright. Everything. Worst case….” She licks her lips to wet them and her eyes narrow. “He dies from the poisoning or he becomes… One of them….”

“One of them.”

That thought, it echoes in my head like a scream in an auditorium. An ice-cold chill shoots down my spine as everything starts to sink in. I had thought death by RFI was the worst way for a Conduit to go, memories of that fateful day flicker in my head as I remember the searing agony of my own body being torn asunder from the inside out by that damned machine before Zeke used the Amp to free me from its clutches… And that thing wasn’t even fully charged.

At least the RFI would have killed cleanly. This Corrodium shit? It makes the RFI look like a bullet to the head, quick, painless and gets the job done.

Not only can this metal poison strip a Conduit of their power as a best case scenario… It turns them into literal monsters in the worst case. God… And that’s what was happening to Pangolin. He was slowly dying right before everyone’s eyes.

The weight of this situation, not just in the here and now, but what this means for everyone… It sits in my stomach like a lead weight. I can feel the color drain from my face and my empty stomach curl in on itself, making me want to throw up what little contents it had. Before I know it, Mako and Crow are guiding me to the nearest bench, fearing I might faint. Flickers of Trish flash in my head as the raven-haired woman has me sit down. My mind reels from it all.

I put my hand to my mouth as I try to digest everything… God, now I truly understand why Dove was so beside himself and why Kestrel went completely nuclear when she was given permission to drop her mask. Every second they weren’t in the hospital was a second closer to Pangolin’s end. To the death of a big brother and their leader… And they were helpless to stop it.

“Has… Has anyone… Survived after the window shut…?” I ask breathlessly as Crow hands me a bottle of water, no doubt one she poured on the fly. I eagerly take the bottle and drink it down in hopes of calming myself some. The Water Conduit shakes her head before speaking.

“Honestly… Not really.” She murmurs with slight hesitation. “It’s only happened twice and if I’m to be frank, a lot of us in the medical group here in Tri-Point chalked them up to either miracles or dumb luck as even they didn’t come out completely unscathed.” Two? Hmm… Might be worth looking into who those two are.

“We have the brightest minds among us studying these two cases to see what made the difference for them, what allowed them to keep their humanity.” They won’t be the only ones looking into them now.

I stare off into the distance as I sit on the bench, my mind racing a mile a minute. This… This is just so much for me to process, especially after all the chaos that unfolded not that long before. A brand new metal… One that can spell the death or zombiefication of all of Conduit-kind. New fears begin to form as my brain starts creating what ifs. What would happen if I became exposed to that crap? Would it rob me of all of my powers? What if I had gotten stung? What manner of horrors would I be subjected to or worse… What would that shit turn me into? The fear that trumped them all, however, is this.

If a bunch of rag-tag survivor types know about it, then who else knows?

These guys, as tough and creative as they are, don't have access to state-of-the-art tech or vast information pools… And if these guys know about Corrodium… Then it’s an absolute guarantee that certain other parties have known about it far longer than the Wildlanders have. How long has this Pandora’s box been open? It has to have been a long time since there was a refined version of it made. Long enough for it to be made into things.

This could be something that could spell disaster. Something that would make even the Ray Field Plague look like a sniffle.

Something that could truly kill us all.

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