#also those flying fuckers oh my GOD

[sykam0re]

she is re-experiencing the horrors™️

pls excuse her for being a little salty hJSJSKSKSJ

#also those flying fuckers oh my GOD #DEATH #EVIL LITTLE BASTARDS #zones levels can be diabolical #i've cleared like 6 palettes so far the portal and zones levels are 100% the worst #especially on hard and rigorous #so I had to draw my daughter now that splatoon is back on the brain <333 #pls enjoy #oc: pilot #splatoon #splatoon 2 #splatoon 3 #splatoon oc #blanket octopus #art #my art #splatoon art #side order #splatoon side order #side order spoilers #just to be safe #pearl houzuki #splatoon pearl #agent 8

[evilminji]

You know one of the purposes of Lining?

Shock Absorption.

If the Zone is the Inter- and EXTRA-Dimensional Lining, connecting, containing, and generally powering all of Multiversal Creation? The Great Primordial Soup? The Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust, from which we came and too which we return?

If the Zone itself is basicly the place between Universe, where your soul goes to get washed down, cleaned up, recharged, and sent out to wherever the next random portal takes it? To BECOME whatever you happen to find? An infinte recycler and Multiversal management?

The great metaphorical Yggdrasil, grown far beyond few branches, into an incomprehensible forest of one?

Well!

That kinda changes things! And also nothing! Because it means that those who remain? Are basicly squatting in the DMV's attic. Have built bunkers, under the country's main power generator. They really SHOULD move along. Granted, there is no one to MAKE them... but like...

That's cause no one thought anyone would NEED too?

Lol. Don't they feel silly? Anyway, I'ma put MY house over-! *wander off to go squat in the rafters*

Yeah, the CONCEPTS are native. But those probably just generate naturally. It's all the Souls constantly flowing through. Lots of background Sentience and Memories and such being washed away into the air. But? Then these lil souls were like "yeah, but if THEY get to stay... me too! D:< " "no, you can-" "ME TOO" and then they stopped listening and did what they wanted.

Good thing we have literally infinte amounts of room.

T...there's so MANY, you guys.

But! Not the point here!

*smacks white board* Realities! The Die too sometimes! And get born! A beautiful process, really. You can find Reality Beads if you know When and Where to look, some times. They, OBVIOUSLY, don't last for very long. Since they are basicly just seed universe. The explosive growth takes them almost immediately out of our range of perception, as they Begin.

Foundations of all Life and such.

But good God are they MAGNIFICENT!

However, sometimes? The REVERSE happens. If you find the area of the Zone your in? Is getting... "wavey" is the best way people describe it. Distorted. Fun house mirror. As though your vision has weird wrinkles that are distorting and stretching your view of things? Get Out. FAST.

If it's only SLIGHT? Barely noticeable? You can grab your Lair. IF, and ONLY IF you are NEARBY! If not? Remember. Things can be replaced. YOU? Can not.

Cause that "wavey"-ness? Is the final stage of Realm Entropy. The universe that portion over the Zone is covering and connected too, is all hollowed out. And about to CAVE IN. You DO NOT want to be there when that happens!

Remember! You see "waves"? Fly for three days!

Get to the edge of the affected area then KEEP GOING for a full three days flight. Warn everyone in you path. We stay safe together, guy. Collapses are NO JOKE. People get... well. Let's just say it's NOT a nice way too go.

Knowing this of course? We should all be SAFE right? Respectful if Awed distance from Reality Seeds, run like he'll if "waves"? We Gucci?

.....Sooooorta.

*flips Whiteboard to other side, to reveal a cartoonishly drawn Supervillian labeled "Asshole"*

Behold! A Terrorist!

It's a charged word. Not used lightly. But THESE fuckers? Oh ho ho! THESE fuckers?! "Ooooh~! Look at MEEEEE! I'm gonna play with FORCES I DONT UNDERSTAAAAAAAND! Destabilize my whole funckin UNIVERSE! Kill countless TRILLIONS OF TRILLIONS! Cause life was bad to me personally and I'm mad about it! Wah wah wah!!" ASSHOLES!

These fuckers? Cause Collapses. Blow Outs. Weird Fucked Up Cancerous Real Growths. You ever seen the Cleaners? No? You don't WANT TOO. They are basically eldritch, deep sea, angler fish looking mother fuckers THE SIZE OF SOLAR SYSTEMS. They travel in SCHOOLS.

BIG ONES.

When Realities collapse, they "fall off" as it were. Detach. And have to get recycled. All the countless impurities of Life eaten way to a blank slate. So it too, can start again. Thus the Fish. But! They ALSO eat anything "problematic".

Like tumors. Cancers. Poisoned, Multiversal Threats. Those quote on quote "God Killers".

Yes. Yes this IS part of why you DONT want to be near a Collapsing Reality.

No I WON'T explain how I know.

I DONT WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT.

*smack the board with pointer* pay attention.

Jason Todd. Not! An Asshole. Sexy thighs. Fancy lil hair strip. We all miss him. But! He's off living his "no really, I'm totally alive, guys" hot girl summer or whatever. We are going to respect that! But!!! How did that happen? When he was DEFINITELY Hella dead?

Superboy Prime-y Pants. Who IS an ASSHOLE.

Because THAT fucker? PUNCHED HIS REALITY SO HARD IT NEARLY SHATTERED. Oh, no, I'm sorry! He punched SOMEONE ELSE'S reality! Because he is a tantruming MAN CHILD! And NOW? Now, Your Majesty, that WHOLE ASS Reality is more hair line cracks then border walls! One good shove? It'll cave in. Killing every soul inside.

The Cleaners are ALREADY circling.

It needs to be patched. Immediately. But that's not something normal ghosts can DO. The Zone won't LISTEN to us. Nor allocate the energy for it. The Concepts of Healing? We can't even FIND them.

We need help.

Please help them, King Phantom. You're the only one who CAN.

@hdgnj @babbling-babull @hypewinter @ailithnight @mutable-manifestation @nerdpoe @the-witchhunter

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp #dcxdp #dc x dp prompt #Cracked Reality Au

[lavender-000]

REMUS LUPIN COMMENTATING ON GYRIFFINDOR VS SLYTHERIN GAMES (some time in 6th year)

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Remus: Welcome to the quiddich games i'm Remus Lupin and I'm forced to be here I hope you fuckers enjoy my pain

McGonagall: Remus Lupin!

Remus: *ahem* sorry miss but we're off the two terms are flying up to... hit things? Honestly im best friends with the Gyriffindor captain and fucking the beater no clue what's- OUCH MISS IM SORRY but that was uncalled for simply stating fac- OUCH-

ANYWAY our captain Potter is about to score- and missed, call me delusional but I'm pretty sure he was staring at baby Black, really Potter? Let's all thank your captain as Slytherin now have the ball thing- quaffle? Aaaannnd they score well done James WELL DONE.

McGonagall: let's move on from James please, 10 points to Slytherin.

Remus: Of course and the game begins again OH Marlene is going for the other more aggressive ball thing-

McGonagall: bludger

Remus: yes that, and she hits it! Go her that was good it went straight for the Slytherin team and OH MY GOD MCKINNON YOU DIDNT JUST WINK AT MEADOWES but that was smooth, I'm sure she was impressed... I'm being glared at LETS MOVE ON OH WOW James? Did you just SCORE I'm suprised you didn't get distracted aga-

McGonagall: REMUS LUPIN!

Remus: Aanndd 10 points go to Gyriffindor Barty is definitely not happy with that i don't know what you do but go hit those angry balls! Make a show for your boyfriend!

Now the games start again Gyriffindor is ahead wow if only Regulus Black stopped staring at someone's THIGHS WE'D BE DONE

YOURE. NOT. SUBTLE. BABY. BLACK.

Remus: ...ladies and gentlemen Miss McGonagall just laughed she can also see the pin-

McGonagall: Remus Lupin please leave

Remus: Of course miss can I just...?

McGonagall: ...just make it quick

Remus: Sirius you look so hot right now I'm gonna f-

McGonagall: SAY ANOTHER WORD AND YOURE NEVER LEAVING DETENTION

Remus: f-all in love with you even more...

McGonagall: ...

Remus: ...shit did Sirius just fall off his broom?

McGonagall: thank Merlin, Regulus caught the snitch GAME IS OVER SLYTHERIN WIN, REMUS DETENTION LEAVE NOW!

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The chaos if Remus was a quiddich commentator

(I love it)

#regulus black #james potter #jegulus #marauders #fic ideas #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #quidditch #everyone is gay #marlene mckinnon #dorcas meadowes #dorlene #barty crouch jr #dead gay wizards #james x regulus #70s gay wizards #Lupin

[zombyjuice]

YOU USED TO LIVE A BLONDED LIFE₊˚⊹ ᰔ(๑ᵕ⌓ᵕ̤)>c[_]

in which it’s almost valentines and all wonbin can think about is the girl on his bus rides home.

wonbin x fem!reader

cussing, awkward, kinda bad ngl, reader is poc ermmm enjoy :3

“I’m lonely, I need a man before Valentine or I’ll go fucking insane” you speak coming up behind your friend Luna who practically jumped out of her seat phone flying in the air “Goodness! Someone needs to go put a bell on you” you look down at her with a menacing stare getting out of your 🕴️pose and going to the other side to grab your chair, stepping over her phone.

“I feel like you’ve already gone insane,” she picks up her phone thanking God it’s not broken “Cute hair by the way” she points out your now dark brown hair up put in a ponytail and a white headband with a fluffy blue star clip attached to it, you smile softly touching your hair “hopefully that cute boy on the bus thinks the same, he’s always staring at me I think he wants at me” you let out a giggle and jump up and down on your chair “oh my GOSH he’s so fine how~”

“shut up I’m sure he’s going to like it your pretty and look straight out of one of those old quirky Japanese fashion magazines, also you don’t have the worst personality” she states finishing her coffee “Oh? whatever fuck you let’s go” you kick her under the table and watch her face curl up in pain laughing out loud.

You guys shuffle out of the cafe with grumpy faces seeing all Valentine’s decorations and giddy men and women with gifts for the significant others, “disgusting” you sneer “Be happy” you glare at her “Shut the fuck up and be mad with me fuck valentines!” you slightly shout her eyes darting around not understanding how you have no shame(in Korea), you were a strange complex person but she loved you for it, deciding to ignore the glares.

Not even on the bus yet eyes immediately start darting trying to find the boy excited dressed just for him even though in the back of your mind you knew you were never going to go up to him ever, especially remembering your first interaction.

To make a long story short he was at the bus station at 1 am doing God knows what (waiting for the bus) and since there was barely anyone there you and Luna thought it was the best time to do a silly little TikTok you sprouting with energy cause Luna just gave you tons of it.

The song was slowed down so there you were dancing your heart out (slowly) to Ma Boy by sistar19 to get the perfect video and everything would’ve been fine if you didn’t heard the stifled laugh that the boy was holding.

Your face contoured with fear and Luna's deadpan while tapping your shoulder to run. And ever since then you’d see the boy every day, which would be concerning any other man but this was a breathtaking man who looked at you like he wanted to go down on you any moment.

Luna says it’s not that bad because the video ended up being great the sped up video making people laugh and you guys got viral the next day but you think that was hands down the most embarrassing moment of your life.

“I think you guys would look good together” your friend states while you guys eagerly waiting for the bus “What do you mean? How?!” you get giddy slapping her arm “idk it give cute black cat bf and weird orange cat gf” “okay can you hop off always trying to insult me” “that’s what I do best” “oh you're a fucker” “ow! Stop pinching me gay fuck” “You’re g-”

“the doors open” a quiet voice that belonged to no other than your future(not really) pretty black cat boyfriend >:3

you both barely look back and beeline into the bus.

“haha,” you awkwardly laugh a little too late at the boy who looked at you a little silly, both of your eyebrows raised strangely at each other “Oh my gosh” Luna muttered.

You turned around all of a sudden you would like to leave right about now.

The bus ride was quite awkward you and your friend standing and chatting sometimes losing yourselves in the convos and laughing a bit too loud immediately going to check if he looked at you a certain way.

You guys shared cute glances here and there you could feel the way he looked at your outfit or the way he scanned your side profile also not failing to catch the soft grin plastered on his face.

When the time came around for you to get off your bus stop you frowned, yeah you guys never talked before and you weren’t planning on it, but his presence was enough you could gladly sit awkwardly next to him as he looked at you with those cute boba eyes, gladly giving him the same look back.

You gave him one last look and a soft tight lip smile before walking away with your friend off the bus, but what you didn’t catch was that he followed you guys off.

“excuse me- excuse me”

You guys turn stiff and you snap back to see him slightly smile and wave “Can I um speak to you, please, not to be weird or anything”

You look at Luna with a smile a little too bright and she nods smiling back and glaring at Wonbin before walking off.

you look back at the boy's direction and you walk up to meet each other properly…

“You changed your hair,” he states blankly your eyes go a bit wide, and chuckle a bit “Yeah I was tired of the blonde, but I’m nervous this might be too plain though it does look a lot better I might add some color or maybe like a couple of blo- sorry I blabbering” he giggles a little too hard eyes turning into crescents and cheeks burning red “sorry that was a weird statement, not your fault, haha but um I’m Wonbin…” he scammed your features and your reactions finding them all so cute how expressive and real you are it’s like he could see you take note of his name in your head.

“Wonbin.. pretty I like it! I’m y/n” his face burned more and he couldn’t help but let out a nervously high giggle “Also pretty I think you're pretty too and I wanted to introduce myself properly and take you on a date or two before you know, Valentine's” gulp.

#choqolei ૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა #choqolei (⁎˃ᆺ˂) #wonbin riize #riize wonbin #wonbin x reader #wonbin x you #wonbin fanfic #wonbin imagine #wonbin imagines #park wonbin #Wonbin #riize x you #riize x reader #riize imagines #riize #riize fluff #riize scenarios #wonbin fluff #riize imangines #riize is 7

[autisticlancemcclain]

prev

———

“Keith Kogane, you magnanimous dumbass, would it kill you to ask me out like a man. Something like that.”

Hunk presses the pause button. He tucks his phone back into his pocket. He turns to Shiro, expectant, prepared.

“So,” he says.

Shiro stares at the space in front of him, fingertips pressed together and in front of his face.

“So.”

“Your brother is kind of an airhead.”

“He is indeed.”

“No offense to Keith. He has his smart moments. Probably.” Hunk’s mouth twitches. “Sorry. I said that to not be mean and then immediately thought of the whole Voltron cheer situation and laughed in my head. I promise I don’t actually think Keith is stupid.”

Shiro’s mouth twitches. He forces his face to remain neutral. It is a challenge.

“Keith refused to name his pet gecko as a child,” he shares. “He insisted the gecko would reveal its name when it was ready.”

Hunk bites his lip very hard. He looks deliberately away from Shiro.

“He was thirteen.”

The yellow paladin presses his hands to his eyes. He tries visibly hard to compose himself. He fails.

“…I see.”

“My fiancé often said he must have been born blond.”

“Boy, do I have news for you.”

Shiro raises his eyebrows. “More news than your recording of Lance processing his love?”

“There was an incident beforehand,” Hunk explains. “You know how Lance does those leg stretches sometimes? When we have agility training?”

Shiro inclines his head.

“Well, apparently last week he did them in front of Keith and Keith was so distracted he walked into a wall and broke his nose. He had to go into a healing pod.”

Truly, Shiro would love to say that he’s surprised. He’d love to say that his brother, known gay, was not so fixated on a cute boy that he walked into a whole ass wall hard enough to break his nose. He would love for that to be true.

But he knows his dumbass brother.

“Oh my God.”

“And he still isn’t picking up Lance’s hints.”

“Oh my God.”

Hunk nods, patting Shiro’s hand sympathetically. “We gotta do something, man. I can’t keep watching this.” He pauses. “Also, I really want to stop hearing about what Lance thinks about Keith’s Galra form. I really can’t hear any more talk about fangs in places fangs should not be placed. It’s not good for my mental health.”

Shiro sighs. Even he has heard Lance’s mutterings about Keith’s fangs, and Lance still gets all shy and star-struck around him. At this point it’s gotta be a human rights violation.

“I’ll see what I can do,” he promises.

———

He finds his brother in the training room, because of course he does, getting absolutely demolished by the training bot.

“You’re getting your ass kicked,” Shiro observes.

Keith grunts.

Shiro makes himself comfortable at the edge of the mat, sticking a straw in a juice pouch and sipping it leaisurely as he watches the twerp get pummelled. It’s amusing, in the way watching those test-dummy car crashes are amusing. Or videos of kids crying in fear of Santa Claus.

“Level failed,” echoes the pleasant voice of Space Siri, as Lance and Pidge have dubbed the disembodied robot voice of the training room. “Try again?”

“Fuck off,” Keith mutters to it.

Shiro stretches out and pokes him with his toe. Keith only half-heartedly tries to slice him about it.

“Somebody’s brooding.”

Evidentially deciding he would rather vent in Shiro’s direction than fall for Shiro’s transparent attempts to goad him into a fight, he flops down dramatically, stealing Shiro’s juice pouch and rudely sucking back the rest of it. Fucker.

“He’s so confusing,” he says, free arm flailing. “Just — all the time.”

Shiro politely refrains from asking him to clarify. He knows who he’s talking about.

“Hm,” he says instead, supportively. “How unfortunate for you.”

“Right!” He throws his hands up in the air, sending his bayard flying in one direction and the empty juice pouch in another. Shiro watches it go with great sadness. “One second it’s — Keith, you suck so bad, ugh, you’re such a weird dweeb. And the next it’s I’m hanging out with Coran and you’re not allowed to come and also I hate you.” He looks at Shiro expectantly. “He’s so!” He gestures vaguely. Shiro assumes it’s meant to mean something.

Shiro stares at him.

“See, to me there’s no dichotomy there,” he says slowly. “You said that as if it was two different sentiments. But in fact that was the same opinion expressed twice.”

“The tone was different,” Keith insists. “The dweeb thing is affectionate. He says it in a friendship way. I’m sure of it.”

“Friendship,” Shiro echoes.

“Exactly,” Keith agrees.

Shiro hums. He’s quite sure, now, that he is not going to explain to Keith in any words of his own how much of an oblivious dumbass he is. There is no sentence or string of sentences that Shiro can use to demonstrate just how obvious Lance is being, and how obtusely Keith is responding. He’s going to have to be clearer than that.

But. For his own amusement.

“Could you maybe explain how Lance shows his friendship to you? So I can better understand, of course.”

“Well, for starters, he says we’re enemies but always wants to pair up,” Keith says. “That’s friendship, right?”

“That’s certainly one way to put it, sure.”

“And the fact that we hang out so often.”

“Of course.”

“And the clothes stealing, of course. Lance says I have gross mullet germs but he’s always stealing my jackets, so that doesn’t add up.”

Shiro purses his lips. That is — whew. Poor Lance is in the trenches.

Keith pouts. “I just don’t get why he flips around it all the time, man. I mean, one second he’s all smiles and nudging my shoulders, and the next he’s bright red and stomping away. He’s so confusing!”

Shiro can take this no longer.

“Keith, I am going to show you something,” he says, digging his phone out of his pocket and pulling up the file Hunk sent him. “Okay?”

“…Okay,” Keith says hesitantly.

Shiro stares at him for a moment longer. Then he sighs, shoves the phone into Keith’s hands, and presses play.

The video starts shaky, audio muddled, and when it clears Lance is lying sprawled on Hunk’s bed, pillow strewn dramatically to the side.

“I just wish I could get it through his fool head that he is loved by me particularly in such a way that I want to hold hands and kiss and generally be nuisances of the affectionate kind. You know, romance,” he is saying.

Keith goes still next to him. With every passing word his jaw drops lower and lower.

“You could also ask him out like a man,” Hunk is explaining.

“Choke and die,” responds video-Lance, and then the audio cuts. Shiro puts his phone away.

“So?”

“I have to go immediately,” Keith says. He’s up and halfway out the door before Shiro can blink.

“Shower first!” he calls. “You just sweated it up with the training hot for God knows how long. Wash off before you do anything romcom-y.” Keith disappears around the corner. “Keith, do you hear me? Shower first! Keith!”

———

next

#i’m sorry keith they’re all doing you so dirty 😭😭 #vld #voltron #keith #keith kogane #shiro #takashi shirogane #hunk #hunk garrett #broganes #keith & shiro #hunk & shiro #pining lance #pining keith #klance #pre klance #whipped lance #oblivious keith #my writing #fic #longpost

[spidervee]

edges (tangerine x reader)

a short little something that's more feelings than plot 🌻 18+ for language, blood/injury, and mentions of drinking and sex

After Istanbul, you hoped you'd never see Tangerine ever again. Mind, that likely meant also not seeing Lemon, but such sacrifices had to be made.

And then, after Lagos, you swore that if you ever laid eyes on that moustache again, there weren't enough bullets in the world with which you'd be able to express your distaste for the man in the golden rings and designer suits.

And then, in Toronto, you very nearly decided to just throw a grenade (quite literally) on your entire mission when you heard that smarmy fucker greet you. In fact, had Lemon not very astutely put a glass of wine in your hand, you may have not been made it to be here.

Here.

Here, in Ho Chi Minh City with a cold bowl of phở on the tiny desk of your cramped hotel room and a profusely bleeding gunshot wound in your right arm. The soup bothers you more than the injury, but neither bother you as much as the man knelt in front of you, his knees buckled in the threadbare carpet as he leans into you from between your legs, his large hands surprisingly delicate as he changes your bandages.

"That fuckin' bullet was meant for me, you fuckin' muppet," Tangerine frowns, deep lines etched into his forehead as he runs a towel over your arm, the scratchy fibres coming away stained red. "Shoulda never fuckin' been here but you can't stop getting in my bloody way like some goddamn—"

"Oh, for shit's sake, shut up." Finally, after biting your tongue so hard you can nearly taste the metallic twinge of blood, you speak. "Last time you were shot, you nearly fucking died—" He glances up, seemingly shocked that you know this, but even if Lemon hadn't told you, the scar on his neck is story enough.

Tangerine opens his mouth to respond, but, to your immense and immeasurable surprise, simply closes his lips into a tight line with a heavy sigh, returning to the task of bandaging you up.

Your eyes follow his movements until you start feeling a little woozy and need to let them close, tilting your head back to rest on the hard wooden edge of the chair you're sat in. Fuck Tangerine—he's all hard words and sharp edges and yet he'd managed to snag your interest, catch you on those pointed boundaries of himself—it might qualify as affection, even, though you'd rather take a shot of arsenic than bloody well admit that. It's why you hate seeing him here, why you hate that he's helping you and not running his mouth about what a tosspot you were, jumping in front of him back there.

Because after Istanbul—after he'd first kissed you—the threat of intimacy had overwhelmed you and it was easier, a safer bet, to tap out than to go all in.

And after Lagos—after he and Lemon had swooped in to save your ass and you'd all celebrated with too much expensive liquor until Lemon fell asleep and Tangerine fell into your bed—you actually dared to hope the next time he texted you would be about something other than theft or murder. It wasn't.

And in Toronto—after the two of you had watched the sunrise over the city, a sizeable sum newly deposited into your respective bank accounts—you had kissed him goodbye; you had a plane to catch for home. He was bound for Tokyo.

And in Tokyo, he'd very nearly died. Lemon had told you as much. You'd seen as much, when the calmer twin had asked you to fly in to visit and you weren't sure if he was asking for company at Tangerine's bedside or for your face to be there if his brother woke up.

In Tokyo, when you weren't fetching shitty coffee (for yourself) and admittedly excellent tea (for Lemon), you'd sat beside Tangerine, not daring to speak lest he could somehow hear you in his comatose state and know that as you kept vigil there, your hand clasped in Lemon's, you cared. By the grace of some god, you'd managed to fly out of the country before Tangerine opened his eyes—before Lemon could convince you that his brother cared just as much as you did.

And now, here. In Ho Chi Minh City with your cold phở and your bleeding arm and Tangerine in front of you it's all you can do not to scream.

You thread your fingers through his hair and pull his gaze up to meet yours. "Sometimes," you mutter, the bones in your free hand cracking as you flex your fingers—a nervous habit you've never quite grown out of— "Sometimes, I think I never want to see you again because it'll hurt less when you eventually do something fucking idiotic and die."

Tangerine blinks at you, big blue eyes a little wider with surprise. Then the bastard has the audacity to smirk before he's hooking a finger under your chin. "That's fuckin' stupid, love. Think of how much time you've bloody wasted."

You let out a stuttering breath, again caught on the edge—of his teasing words and his soft touch. "I'd rather fucking not, thanks."

With a short bark of a laugh, he presses himself closer into you—led, you'd like to think, by the tug you give to his mussed curls. His grip on your chin becomes firmer as he leans in to kiss you.

And here, in Ho Chi Minh City, you realize that maybe you'd like to see a lot more of Tangerine.

#bullet train tangerine #tangerine imagine #tangerine bullet train #tangerine x you #tangerine x reader #tangerine x fem!reader #tangerine x gn reader

[kairiscorner]

i srsly can't help myself from making these

gojo satoru x filipino reader

• he fucking plays with the damn lato-latos (dk how to pronounce it properly pls help) EVERY DAMN DAY.

• i can imagine he plays with it on his own, while he's watching over his students from outside the barrier when they're on missions, when pissing off nanami, ESPECIALLY AROUND YOU, THE CLICKITY CLACKITING NEVER STOPS AND IT DRIVES YOU INSANE 😭😭😭

• he def listens to iv of spades or itchyworms, if he's feeling dramatic, he'd listen to regine or lea salonga.

• when you came home to him, exhausted and overworked, he turned on the karaoke machine he bought without you knowing and put on "gusto ko nang bumitaw" and sang it from the bottom of his lungs.

• he bought a karaoke machine to impress your relatives, he vibes with the noisiest ones but hates the chattiest ones fr 😭

• he has mastered the art of saying, "putangina niyo !" (it angered your relatives a little at how he says it so casually, without hesitation, but you didn't teach him that–your anger towards work/school/every/anything else did; yasz i swear when mad too ok 🫂)

• he loves mang inasal fr, that's where he hangs out if the kfc is full. if not mang inasal, JOLLIBEE 🫂🫂🫂

• he's a chocnut kid ok.

• he hoardes the chocnut away from you and indulges in it when he knows you're on a diet, HE'D EAT 3 WHOLE ASS PACKS IN FRONT OF YOU SHAMELESSLY.

• he likes the tinikling dance, but he gets sad when he dance to the notes on time, he wanted to know what it was like to get slammed at the ankles by the bamboo :[

• but it's worth it seeing you have fun dancing with him

• he gets scared of the flying cockroaches.

• "mahaaaaaal..." "ipis ba nanaman?" "yes........" "yan kasi, kain ka ng kain ng chocnut sa kwarto, alam mo naman makalat kang kumain hayup ka"

• he calls you the king/queen of the slipper bc you not only use it to slay those wicked cockroaches, you are mighty great at hitting him with it whenever you please :>

• HE ALSO LOVES CALLING YOU "MAHAL", IF NOT MAHAL, IT'S "BEBE KO"

• "mahaaaaal, i'm home", "bebe kooooo, can i have a hug?", "mahaaaaal, what did i do this time?", "bebe kooooo, they were being such putangina fuckers ! how could i nooooooot?"

• he loved kadenang ginto fr, it was too iconic for him. "OH MY GOD KASSIE" = "OH MY GOD MEGUMI" (he relentlessly memes it on megumi bc he can :>)

• surprisingly, he picked up on tagalog really fast. he treats your parents with respect, but he thought to call them "lolo at lola" instead of "ma at pa", he only called them the latter when he overheard your parents complain about how disrespectful that lolo lola thing was to their age 😭😭😭

• he wants to try all your childhood favorite foods, he LOVES TAHO.

• he fucking freaked when team yey had a filipino dub of digimon, he binged that the whole weekend.

• a couple of kids in your barangay challenged him to basketball (bc mf is so tall, they wanted a challenge) AND HE WHOPPED THEIR FUCKING ASSES SO BAD, HE CARRIED HIMSELF 🫂🫂🫂

#satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo x filipino reader #satoru gojo x y/n #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #jjk season 2 #gojo satoru x you

[dairy-farmer]

Okay but... I just made myself giggle, so I have to share this.

You know what's REALLY reasonable to assume? That if you get yeeted into the Literally Endless Mutiverse, land in an alternate Reality, and are working to find a way home... once you FIND a way home?

You will LITERALLY never seen ANYONE from this dimension, ever again.

You can kinda assume that, right?

Your Revolutionary 5th century French Alt-Self isn't gonna show up at the local coffee shop and strike up awkward conversation. That Beastman you punched, isn't gonna run into you at the corner store. You go home. Never see them again.

Sad to lose new friends? Yeah, always.

But! *cough* :Y if..... say....

You were to Action Movie Slut It Up, while "abroad"? Maybe fuck a steam punk captain in his office. Do unspeakable things to that Sci-Fi Detective as the city burns around you? Etc etc? Because your young, your mentor is a hard-ass, your brother will MURDER anyone who tries to sleep with you, and maybe you are just? Unbearably horny?

......t-there's no way that could come back to bite you right?

EXCEPT?

You have been ROCKING these poor bastards WORLDS. Are THE, Singular, "One Who Got Away(tm)". Because you did NOT hold back and ABSOLUTELY let your freak flag fly. They THOUGHT they knew Passion, but after you? They realized they were FOOLS.

Then you just... pulled your pants on, left them changed men, ruined for anyone else, and FUCKED OFF to another universe.

God damn power move. (You magnificent bastard.)

But do they REMEMBER you? Yeah. Yeah, they fuckin have a SHRINE to you. They remember.

All this to say? The Bats, JLA, and Tim's teammates LEARN some shit about what he gets up to when sucked into other realities. Because like HALF the grizzled BAMFs that appear, when some asshole BREAKS THE MULTIVERSE and they have to work together to fix it? Take ONE(1!) look at Red Robin and go varies versions of:

"Babe~♡! Darling! My fuckable little delight! How are you~♡? :D "

And just? Oh. Oh no. Tim can FEEL the other Bats slooooowly turning to look at him, the Demand For Answers BURNING in their eyes. But what's WORSE? Is the BAMFs HEARD each other. And immediately turned on each other.

Because OBVIOUSLY, one of THESE fuckers must have been the bastard who SEDUCED Robin away from them. (Incorrect. He was using them for passing companionship and mostly their bodies. Also their tech. Space ship. Strategic castle location. Again, mostly their bodies.)

Just? Tim Drake, Secret Slutty Homme Fatale of the Multiverse. Bruce and Dick are gonna chain him up in bubble wrap in a BUNKER after this, if those idiots keep talking about his "passionate embrace". But he can't STOP them because Kon has a hand on his shoulder about as easy to move as your average mountain range.

Kon has QUESTIONS. :) Buddy, Bro, dear friend of his.

Bart stop laughing at him and help.

He's gonna die. Fuckless. Don't do this to him, bro. Bart, please.

-🐼🐼🐼

all i can think about is tim as this sonic meme 😂

#answered asks #asks #anonymous

[reineyday]

i’m back to say that magnificent was so so so good!! i love the uta mihawk interactions and how mihawk wants to protect her. i think my favorite part though was when mihawk was talking to shanks all nervous about whether he could call uta his daughter, but shanks answers with an “of course.”

this fic made me wonder why mihawk would do if he was present during the one piece film red… would he come along with the red crew, or would he already be there like the others (luffy, law, etc)?

awh 💖💖 thank u for your continued support! it means a lot :') and im happy you enjoyed the fic haha 🥰

UH, long answer short: i kind of have headcanons that position him before, during, and after the movie hahaha. sorry this reply turned out longer than i expected but my brain's got a mihawk & uta agenda goin' on rn. 😂 thanks again for the ask! ➡️

i actually have a bit of a draft going of mihawk seeing the "shanks destroys elegia" headline, seeing what's up, and finding uta, which i started before i wrote up magnificent lol. that's kinda where i picture him--doing something before everything happens, bc his curiosity makes him wonder why shanks would do smthg so uncharacteristic.

i recognize that's kind of a cop-out answer tho LOL so in regards to the movie itself in the canon(ish) timeline, i imagine he'd probably be there beforehand like luffy etc. he'd be there bc buggy and his crew got tickets and he was somehow dragged there against his will (similar to how law says he's chaperoning bepo but a lot more antagonistic about it aha), probably bc croc decides it might be beneficial to go, for whatever reason. probably scoping the crowd. (pls imagine the cross guild at uta's concert garnering Looks and standing out very obviously, but no one wants to say anything about it LOL even if the crowd is very anti-pirate. like, the strawhats and soen charlottes were there so. why not some ex-warlords?)

when there, he'd be like, "hey wait isn't that shanks's kid? didn't he say she left to sing? huh." and then maybe possibly even dial shanks on his baby den den about it bc if he's the type to bring luffy's poster all the way to an island, he'd probably try to ring up shanks. then he wouldn't be able to connect and clock that something is Up bc he knows shanks is just kinda hanging on his ship rn, on his way out from wano. i dont think he'd be with shanks along with his crew, and i dont think he'd bother going after the fact to help if he wasn't there to start with, which is why i think he'd already be there for separate reasons. ;P

anyways, i also have the start of an idea where the movie happens but uta survives, and shanks, stressed, is like, "hey, y'know what, everything's ramping up and everyone's trying to kill uta and she's still recovering from this wakeshroom shit so she'd probably be safer on land but the marines will be looking for all my known close associates... i'm gonna drop her off with mihawk. he trained those two other kids and the misanthropic fucker (affectionate) has probably found a new island by now anyways, since he isn't a warlord anymore. it should be fine. he'll say yes."

he sets out with his crew to follow mihawk's vivre card. benn and yasopp get the news coo and start laughing about something but they don't tell him, and whatever, he's going to see mihawk soon. he's definitely being led to land, which makes him feel vindicated, until it becomes more and more clear that the structure standing out on the shore is a huge big top tent, and there's an unfortunately very familiar flag flying, and shanks is like, "oh god, don't tell me," and then promptly has to dodge a flying fist and yelling about how he isn't welcome here and what the fuck is mihawk doing with buggy???? and benn and yasopp, having seen the cross guild poster in the news and hidden it from shanks, are laughing so hard at him while he deals with this momentary crisis where two completely different parts of his life have seem to connected without his knowing about it.

(buggy is happy to see uta bc for all that they fight shanks and buggy did make some sort of effort with their brotherhood every now and then so he knows uta and she calls him "uncle bugs"!; mihawk ofc says "yes" to taking care of her bc he feels qualified to handle young adults now lol (he says this with an air of gravitas that is hilarious when considering how he interacts with zoro and perona, which is stoically and poorly); uta makes fun of her dad relentlessly for not having made any moves on the guy he's been in a situationship with since she was a literal child; and croc comes home from a meeting to find international pop sensation uta (that the news said tried to take over the world during her concert or something???) reclined on their couch drinking tea. wild day for everyone.)

#rei replies #dracule mihawk #one piece #uta #one piece uta #mishanks #akataka #one piece red #one piece film red #i also have half an idea of mihawk finding uta and gordon and being like 'they could move in with me i guess' #and the next time shanks visits he's like 'uh. that's my daughter? and her teacher?' and mihawk is like 'no she's my daughter now. duel?'

[oddballwriter]

Werewolf! Moon Boys NSFW Headcanons

Warnings: Okay so now I'm really feeding the monster fuckers so watch out for mentions of knotting, heat, and animalistic sex, and size differences. 

Author’s Snip: Time to really let my monster fucker hair down lol

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

Marc Spector

Marc isn't against having sex when he's turned. I'm sure he's spent a few moments the morning after a full moon think about it. But he's scared that he might hurt you in the process

Because he's aware that he's bigger than his normal size, in both ways, so he doesn't know if maybe he'll be too big for you to take

Also, he might hurt you because he thinks that while in the moment he'll get to hyped up and he thinks that he might start doing the thing where dogs get really rough when their playing with something and that scares him

You honestly have to look at him and say that you're willing to take the risk for the sake of getting to smash

Okay but hear me out, what do you bitches know about heats and knotting (yeah we're letting the monster fucker freak flag fly today babes)

I don't think that Marc thinks that his dick is able to knot. He knows what it is, but he just doesn't make that connection in his mind that his penis can also knot similar to a wolf

Man has just never fully thought about it he's too busy being angsty and ashamed of being a werewolf. So when you finally get to fuck and he wakes up the next morning with himself still inside you he's like "Holy shit I actually can."

Sex is as animalistic and good as you think it is, and you will never complain. That thang does fucking WORK in there. It's hitting everything and then some

Marc worries about exhausting you when heat comes along but I mean... You're getting a huge dicking for like god knows how long every night

And the growling and snarling, and panting... bitch imagine

Steven Grant

Steven, bless his heart, was aware that having sex while in werewolf form might be something that would take a lot out of you, and at first refused the idea of doing it because he didn't want to hurt you or god forbid break something

But he's just a man, and he has a man's brain, and he can be a completely different size than you are. So at some point, he bites.

Steven insists that you do a safe signal and they he will try to stay coherent when in werewolf state so that he can notice it

But he finds out that you never use it

He was aware of the knotting and he was worried that it might hurt you, but you said it was fine and so he just, lets it happen

Afterwards he licks your face to give it kisses like how a dog would

Maybe clean you up like that too *cough cough*

The heat though, he genuinely wants you to stay away because he doesn't want to have you send all your energy just being his chew toy. Even if you insist that you're into that

He does hold himself back because he is still worried about hurting you though

Jake Lockley

Oh, he's thought about it. A lot. The whole thing

But he never mentioned it until you started showing interest in it because he didn't want to scare you or accidentally force you into it/make you feel like you have to

But upon hearing you suggest it he's on board. Bestie, he was already on the boat. Made the boat to sail, even.

He asks if you want him to hold back or go all out, and once you give your response he's like "Say less ;)"

I mentioned in the sfw version that Jake is mostly the one fronting during the transformation of both turning into a werewolf and changing back and probably just is the one fronting when they are a werewolf, so Jake has been able to be more conscious when in their state rather than being more animal like

So he's there when you're having sex, but he lets some of those instincts take control because he knows that's what you want

Also, he isn't afraid of heats either

Listen, he knows what the fuck you're here for. He's not going to be like Steven and Marc where they're scared and ashamed of having this part of them and the things they might do during sex and heats. He's not going to act like you aren't here for that shit.

Jake knows that you're down for getting split tf open and being it nonstop when they go into heat

Jake's nasty, you're nasty, you guys can get nasty together

Side note. All three of them are secretly into when you call them "good boy" in bed both when in their werewolf state and out of it, and sometimes as a kinky treat you can call them a "bad boy/dog" too

#moon knight #moonknight #moon knight x reader #moonknight x reader #jake lockley #marc spector #steven grant #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #jake lockley x reader #werewolf #werewolf au

[ranposbabe]

Wine Settles the Nerves Part 3 | Aegon II Targaryen x implied Strong!Reader

A/n: I literally thought I was done and dusted with this “series” with part 2 and that was it but no 😭 part 3 was somehow requested so I forced myself out of writers block so cheers for that everyone x

W: There’s illusions to smut but no actual smut present (not today babes x)

“Jagho Ryax !” (Go Ryax !) You scream in delight, raising your arms high in the drastic air. You prepare yourself to land despite not being out flying long.

When you finally reach the ground and prepare yourself to leave the saddle you gaze down to notice dragon keepers and one of your lady in waiting standing at a distance away, clearly waiting for your arrival.

“Syz tala.” (Good girl) You praise, running your gloved hands over the scales of the young dragon. The indigo she dragon gently nuzzles her head against you, clearly appreciating the worship.

“Your Grace.” Your lady in waiting greets you as you make your way to her. You can’t help but raise a brow at her as you pull off your heavy gloves. Ever since wedding Aegon you had forgotten that you had not only taken on the title as his wife but also as now Queen.

It would definitely take time getting used to.

“Your Grace, your family-

“Oh gods that reminds me I must write to my poor mother explaining my absence. You know I must admit these last few days have been a blur. Just days prior I was just the princess of Dragonstone yet here I now stand as queen.” You ramble. You couldn’t help but drag out your words as it had seemed that as of late you lacked those to speak to. Willingly or not.

“She must rather be cross with me my mother is she ?” You inquire.

The lady squeezes her eyes shut, a look of displeasure evident on her face yet continues when you nod at her, encouraging her on to continue.

“Lucerys Velaryon, heir to Driftmark has died.”

Just moments later you stood silently in your chambers after demanding to be left alone, your dried tears staining your reddened cheeks. You gaze out to look upon the dull sky. Perhaps the sky wasn’t even dull yet everything suddenly seemed so dull. Not real.

“I don’t want you hurt, sister.” Lucerys sighs, keeping his head low.

“I won’t be.” You state, gently placing your hand on his soft face. “As long as I have my handsome boy there to protect me, I will see no injuries.”

The young boy glances up at you, his older sister with complete admiration evident in his big curious eyes.

You can’t help but giggle at the innocent look.

“I will protect you…Lucerys.”

“No I won’t.” You mumble, tears threatening to spill.

Suddenly the doors open and as you expect none other than your husband you swiftly turn, practically craving to greet him and cling to his presence.

Your expectations however, deceive you.

There he stood, the man responsible for your brothers death. Aemond Targaryen.

“You sick fucker !” You scream, grabbing your cup, without hesitation throwing it at your damn uncle. He effortlessly dodges it, trudging over to you instantly.

“Listen to me carefully, niece.” Aemond states, practically grabbing your face with his large hands. No matter how hard you try by pulling at his clothing, at his arms to help pry himself off of you, his grasp remains tight. He refuses to let go.

“War is upon us.” His sharp eye staring into yours. “Fuck you.” You whisper.

“Iksos bisa skoros ao jaelagon?” (Is this what you want ?) He replies, slightly tilting his head to the side. “Nyke istan daor awar bona skoros nyke jeldan matta naejot ao.” (I was not aware that what I wanted mattered to you)

He stands there, his eye intimately and rather rapidly staring into yours as if he was searching for something. If it was reassurance that he craved, he would not receive it from you.

“I lost control of Vhager.” He confesses, keeping his head low yet still keeps eye contact with you, his towering height making you slightly cower.

“Do you take me as a fool uncle ?” You spat. “No. I take you as a victim of the dreams of others.” Your brows raise at his courageous words.

He suddenly turns to walk away, his long silver hair swooshes over his shoulders. Yet before he leaves, he tilts his head, his covered eye facing you. Oh how you wanted to snatch that eye patch and hit him with it.

“My brother will see you later… as will I.” He softly states. And at that, he takes his leave. “I doubt that.” You scoff.

-

A celebration for Lucerys death had quickly been planned and carried out by your drunken husband. Your heart could not even fathom the betrayal by your husband as it was already filled with sorrow for your blood.

You sat lonesome in your dark chambers, contemplating what to do. As you stare out upon the gloomy sky,you suddenly come to the realisation.

Make your part known. Let them see where you stand.

The gathering had started over an hour ago and the the sun had set not long after.

A long scarlet dress hugged your figure, completely keeping you covered despite part of your back being exposed. The trail behind you was glistening in gold as the fine fabric swayed ever step you took.

You notice the standing lords stare as you gracefully walked by.

It was as if they were ducklings who were undeservingly in the same room as a swan. All eyes were on you. Rather it be pity or lust you lacked care. You were only here to see Aegon.

You were fully aware that you were expected to arrive and stay yet you wouldn’t allow yourself to be consumed in something so wrong. It all made sense now the family practically being split in two. It used to be all fun back when your sibling and you were just children and you would fight your uncles.

“They’re just children.”

You can recall particularly a time when you started noticing a drift in the family.

That things were not going to be the same again.

It was the funeral of Laena Velaryon.

You stood clutching your mothers dress as Vaemond Velaryon spoke. Despite remaining quiet you took in account how your grandsire’s wife along with your aunt and uncles stood far from you wearing all green. You saw the way Alicent gave childish stares to your mother all the while she was seeking out Daemon.

You remember standing alone against the wall, the slight breeze against your hair.

“What is wrong ?” Aegon tutted, resting his forearms on the wall whilst a cup remained in his hands.

“Its just a funeral, it’s not like-

“It’s not that.” You sigh, keeping your head low. “I can already tell this family is falling apart. Yet there’s nothing to do about it.”

“y/n my sweetling come here !” Rhaenyra called, clearly sensing the unintentional mingling between her brother and young daughter. You barley spared your uncle a glance as you made your way to your mother who waited with open arms just for you.

Aegon stumbled slightly, staring after you.

He didn’t know what to say to you.

He simply didn’t have the knowledge on how to offer comfort.

Whispers would say that was due to his mother.

As you make your way to the head of the table you regretfully heard the words escaping his drunk lips.

“My brother finally did something right in his life killing that cunt of a Strong-

“Enough !” You scream, slamming your hands down onto the table.

“The king will no longer be served wine !” “No more !” You cry, looking round to all present. No wonder Alicent and her father were no where to be seen.

At that you simply leave, not even sparing your husband a glance as you return to your chambers once more.

Though what you merely missed was your husbands almost amusing wide eyes along with his open mouth shockingly gawking at you as you took leave. Just like that he orders everyone to leave. Then he himself makes way to your private chamber.

-

“What was that, wife ?!” Aegon spat, the door leaving a loud bang behind him as he rushed in behind you.

“Intending to make a mockery of me !”

You roll your eyes at his idiotic words.

Oh how you loved him when he wasn’t drunk.

You shove his chest back and he falls down onto his back near the fire place.

There you stood above looking down on him with the fire making your face glow orange and red. Like a true dragon.

“I am y/n Targaryen of house Targaryen and I will one day carry your son, our heir inside of me ! If you ever publicly disrespect me again you can say farewell to all good that you know of !”

He struggled to meet your eyes.

Your hand reaches for your necklace and before you could yank it off, Aegon now stood almost completely sober, reaching out to you. “Don’t take it off.” He begs as you turn to face away from him. “Please.” He whimpers. Your brows furrow in not only contemplation but also regret.

At that moment all you could recall was those words spoken by Alicent Hightower all those years back just before she had slit your mother’s arm.

“Where is duty ?! Where is sacrifice ?!”

A desperate sigh escapes your lips as you turn to face your husband, realising what this has come down to. “Aegon please I know I’m here to serve you.” You instantly cry. “I belong to you. My loyalties stay with you.” You state, placing your hand on his flushed cheek. Aegon glances beside you and his tiresome eyes fall on a dagger solely resting on the small table.

“y/n my love. You mustn’t forget your duties that you will one day take on when you wed.” Your mother spoke as she and you walked around the grounds of Dragonstone.

You couldn’t help but scoff at her words.

“Jace or even Luke could have a dozen bastards and not a glance would be sent their way yet if I bed the same way as they were to..I’d be shunned.”

She attentively nods her head at your words of frustration. She understands.

“I spoke similar words to my father once.” She sighs,recalling some not so fond memories before turning to you.

“Us women must make great sacrifices once we wed but..”

“There is more to gain when keeping a husband satisfied.”

The dagger now present in his grasp suddenly slices open the front of your fine dress but before the dress could fall past your shaking shoulders, he grabs the material with his rough hands.

“Would you prefer me in green, Aegon ?” You ask, a slight smirk forming on your lips. “I’d prefer you in nothing, y/n.” He states. Just then his eyes no longer showed how tired he was. His eyes darkened and showed hunger.

“I want to fuck you. With you wearing nothing but that necklace.” He groans, his lips pressing against your ear. “If my king wishes.” You reply, holding yourself back from releasing a moan.

“As your husband wishes.” He corrects, his hand pacing just under your jaw.

His rather cold fingertips make you flinch at the touch.

“Or.” He states, his eyes squinting at you as he pulls away.

“Shall I let Aemond have a turn toying with your cunt ? I’ve come to understand that he was practically itching to see you earlier.” “Aemond is not my husband.” You shake your head, disregarding his erroneous words.

“Aegon please come to bed with me.” You sigh, pulling at his arm. You worry that the wine has somehow returned to his system. “Yes wife.” He croaks, practically falling on top of the thin sheets. “It is time I’ve given you a heir. That is one duty I shall not complain about.”

You slowly sit down on the bed, facing away from him as you replace your ruined gown for a silky white nightgown.

The way he had brought up his brother in such an accusation type way filled you with anxiousness. Your mind was finally distracting you from news of Lucerys yet thinking of Aemond had brought them back. You were now in no mood to fulfill your husbands wishes.

“Why must you drink ?” You more so ask yourself. “Wine settles the nerves.” He replies, already pulling at his clothes. “What makes you nervous ?” You wonder. “I want to be the husband you deserve.” He quietly states, looking down. He doesn’t want to disappoint.

Lying under the sheets, you place a kiss upon his forehead.

“I’ll give myself to you when sun rises.” You promise, already hoping to fall asleep.

“I love you, y/n. Truly.”

He rests his head on your stomach tossing around slightly before gaining complete comfort. His left hand rests under your right breast. The ring on his finger shining from the moonlight. You stare up above you at the ceiling as your fingers run through Aegon’s hair. Pushing his silver locks from his face.

Looking down you notice how luckily your husband has already fallen asleep with his brows slightly furrowed as his left cheek is squished against your lower abdomen.

A sole tear trickled down your cheek, you sadly whisper out just before slumber consumed you as well.

“Forgive me mother.”

A/n: I’m kinda contemplating making this a series or not…

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[insomniacwriter17]

If big Billy is afraid of something like spiders for example, what it would be?

whether for good or bad reasons, billy is brave. now, he does get freaked out by stuff if he’s Little (like thunderstorms) and he sometimes has flashbacks to Starcourt and Vecna. 

but everyday things? billy’s a champ. when max screams out that she found a spider in the bathroom, billy’s the one to kill it. 

steve found a snake sunning itself by the pool? billy scooped it up and tossed it over the fence to freedom like it was nothing. 

so the day billy shrieks at the top of his lungs and yells steve’s name, steve thinks the world is ending. again. 

“what?!” steve gasps as he runs down the hall to billy’s room. “what’s wrong?!”

billy is crouched on his bed, obviously having just jumped up there. his face was pale as he pointed toward his dresser. “a cockroach just ran under there.” 

steve can’t help it, he laughs. “what?” 

“it’s not funny, steve! those fuckers are gross!” billy huffed. “please kill it.”

with a half-hearted shake of his head, steve kicked the dresser to see if he could dislodge the offending bug. as they waited, billy grumbled, “they have nasty antennas and you never know if they fly or not!” 

“come on, bills,” steve laughed. “it’s just a bug!”

just then, a small brown bug no bigger than steve’s pinky finger jetted out from under the furniture, scurrying across the floor. 

billy shrieked again, and steve was laughing so hard that his first stomp missed the creature. 

“steve, kill the damn thing!” billy insisted. “i’m breaking up with you! i’m moving out! this is - OH MY GOD ITS IN MY CLOSET, STEVEN.”

steve was laughing so hard he was crying as he opened billy’s closet door, kicking around the boy’s shoes until the cockroach came scurrying back out. 

this time, steve managed to squish it beneath his sneaker, and billy audibly sighed in relief. 

“billy, love, you’ve faced literal monsters!” steve is howling now, blindly reaching for a tissue from billy’s nightstand so he could pick up the squished bug. 

“and i’d do it again instead of deal with those motherfuckers,” billy grumbled, watching with narrowed eyes as steve carries the tissue across the room and into the hallway. a moment later the toilet flushed and steve re-appeared, still smirking. 

“there you go, my little damsel in distress,” steve smiled, reaching for billy’s hand. still pouting, billy cautiously stepped off the bed and let steve hug him. 

“thank you,” he mumbled in defeat. 

“i’ll always save you from the cockroaches,” steve teased lightly, kissing his forehead. “‘cuz i looooove you.”

he also buys billy a can of raid for his birthday. no one understands why billy throws steve the middle finger and then laughs before pulling him in for a kiss. 

#stranger things #this be a queue #billy hargrove #insomniacwriter17 #steve harrington #harringrove #blurbs #its me #im billy

[oneatlatime]

Jet

10th episode! Nominally half way through the season, so I might make some kind of review/summary post soon.

This episode opens with a rather ominous musical sting.

Gorgeous fall colours. Which makes no sense because the winter solstice just passed but whatever.

This accordion type trap design is not something I've ever seen before. Are these a thing in real life? Also words cannot express how much I love Momo's little leitmotif. It's so him.

Sokka's aim with that Boomerang of his has got to be near-supernatural.

You know, Sokka kind of does have an arrow on his head.

He IS just a goofy kid! That's what makes him the best! Seriously, after a century of war, there isn't a person alive who doesn't need a hearty dose of goofiness.

Katara is pulling no punches here. Peak little sister. Really railing on those "instincts."

"How do people go anywhere without a flying bison?" Welcome to living like the rest of us mere mortals. Actually, between Appa, his glider, and his ball of air that he rides places, you can make a case that Aang (or airbenders in general) have severely underdeveloped walking muscles.

With the amount that Katara is ridiculing Sokka's attempts at leadership, I predict this going two ways: either Sokka gets a chance to lead this episode and it goes well (disproving Katara) or Katara screws up majorly in a way that she could have been avoided if she'd just listened to Sokka's Instincts. We already had a Katara screwing up episode with the Waterbending Scroll, so my money is on the first one.

I love Aang so much. Sokka's obvious bluff accidentally works and Aang's repsonse is to praise Sokka's skill and 100% believe that it was totally Sokka's doing. Such faith in his friends.

How dumb are these fire nation soldiers? They had superior numbers and weaponry but made sure to wait the appropriate amount of time for the full child-soldier squad to arrive and even out the advantage. Between these idiots and the stupid earth kingdom soldiers in the episode with the black and white spirit, I'm starting to think that this war could be over in 10 minutes if each side unleashed a squad of ten year olds.

This man's weapon is LOG.

Katara DON'T YOU DARE.

Huh. This is an actual squad of child soldiers, led by a teenage boy with Peter Pan vibes. This will end well.

Aang can charm anybody. And it's all genuine too.

Why does a kid who can't be more than like seven know what munitions smell like?

This Jet guy has untrustworthy eyebrows. Obviously this is being set up so that Katara is embarassingly into him and Sokka's jealousy of his leadership or fighting skills or whatever makes him suspicious, but this guy is too smooth.

So Katara gets a ride up but Sokka gets an arm dislocated?

An airbender would love this place, wouldn't he?

Did they stick Appa in a treehouse? Isn't he like super heavy?

I don't like this boy. I don't like. Cult leader vibes here. Knows exactly what to say. Exactly which buttons to push.

NO no no do NOT fall for it Sokka. Your instincts! Listen to them!

Does that work? Can you use a knife in a tree like a stethoscope?

I KNEW IT!!! A FUCKBOY!!!

Jesus Jet's psychotic! This is a kids' show!

Now we've moved on to garden variety mugging.

Even these kids' presents are destructive.

NO. No Katara. Did she sew a hat from leaves?

Thug? I'd use something stronger. I would pay to see Sokka swear.

What do you want to bet that that's Jet's knife? This prick. You are not important enough to be assassinated. This kid's complexes have complexes.

This fucker twists words. Sokka's right. He is smooth. oh god this is making my skin crawl.

Peak comfy.

It's the knife! Also is that headband adhering to this child's eyeballs?

"We can't win without making some sacrifices." And have you asked these sacrifices for their consent?

This guy is totally nuts. He's twisted things around so much in his own head to justify his actions that it's like he sees a completely different world than reality.

I feel dirty finding beauty in such an episode that deals with such horrific subject matter. Is it strange that Aang being the sole survivor of an actual genocide and finding his friend's skeleton didn't freak me out, but this Jet guy makes me want to reach for Holy Water?

This whole conversation makes my skin crawl. It's masterful manipulation. I'm no psychologist or whatever to break this down, but in a few sentences, Jet: -Portrays Sokka in a good light, which he -chalks up to Katara's good influence, thus flattering her, while also -making himself seem like a good, forgiving guy willing to selflessly make allowances for the flaws of others (Sokka), painting himself in the best light out of everyone present, while also -Providing a reason for why Sokka isn't there, which will prevent Aang & Katara from wondering where he is, thus eliminating all possibility of rescue (unless Appa saves the day again).

and all of that is going on while Jet has explicitly given orders that Sokka have god knows what done to him, fully aware of how important he is to Katara and Aang (otherwise he wouldn't use forgiving Sokka to further ingratiate himself with Katara). It's masterful. It's disgusting and awful and exactly the kind of twisty that traps people in horrible situations, but it's also performed with such skill. How many other people that Jet thought could be useful has he pulled this on?

I am not convinced by the physics of this. Can water do this?

"I've never used bending on water I can't see." Um, yes you have? That time you un-drowned Aang on Kyoshi island, getting the water out of Haru's mom's water pump, getting the water out of your very much not transparent POUCH?

No. Fuck off. Leave my girl alone. Hands off.

Good thing Katara taught Aang some waterbending moves last episode. Nice continuity to see him immediately using them here.

"I'm sure he'll be happy to see us." Girl no. Brace yourself. Fuck this boy.

"Jet's a great leader. We follow what he says, and things always turn out ok." So you've outsourced both your morals and your thinking?

Nice callback to the beginning of the episode. One thing I love about this show so far is how well it sets up tiny things early on that I take to be worldbuilding, that turn out to be big things later that are actually critical to the plot. There's so much thought put into each episode.

Log man may be a brainwashed supporter of a terrorist, but you have to admit he knows how to go with the flow. Stuck in a cage? Might as well enjoy the bait.

Again, so pretty, so horrible.

"Jet wouldn't do that." Wanna bet?

Not only a fuckboy, but proud of it too. This is just disgusting. Does he honestly not see what's wrong with what he's doing, or has he worked so hard at justifying his choices that he's deluded himself?

I am honestly disappointed that he didn't eat dirt.

Never have I been happier to contemplate the potential long term frost bite damage of waterbending. Wreck him. Obliterate the fuckboy.

This was a lesson that Katara had to learn, that I've been rooting to see her learn, but damn if this isn't painful to watch. "You're sick and I trusted you!" As disgusted with herself as she is with him. Not your fault. Some people in this world are just fuckboys. Or, you know, leaders of terrorist cells that employ child soldiers. In any other genre of show, the whole child soldier thing would have tipped them off.

This show once again pulls no punches. This whole sequence is intense. The music cuts out, even the picture fades out. In any genre but a kid's show, Sokka would full on die here.

How many episodes now is it that Sokka's quick thinking and Appa's existence combine to save the day?

I love this art style. It looks like it's painted with tea. And the shine on Sokka's hair is so pretty.

This healed some of the psychic damage I took from this episode. Missus Pretty. That's exactly the kind of name a doll would have too.

I love that she leaves him there frozen. I hope no one comes to save him for a very long time.

I've hit the image limit for this post (didn't know there was one - learned something new today!), so just imagine a screenshot of the most disdainful yip yip ever executed.

Sokka is so clearsighted in this whole final scene with fuckboy. Every line is pure wisdom. It's delicious.

Aang told Jet earlier that it was out of character for Sokka to apologise, but it's Katara who should be apologising for the (horribly realistic) folly of trusting a too-smooth guy. She did apologise to the empty air just before the dam blew, but would it kill her to say it to his face?

Final Thoughts

This episode was a masterpiece. That's the word I keep coming back to: a masterpiece, masterful. This episode hit every note it was aiming for and executed every beat perfectly. Everything this episode set out to do was accomplished, and then surpassed. It feels like a giant step up in quality compared to every episode before it. This episode was a masterpiece and I will never watch it again because I never want to see a fuckboy portrayed so accurately ever again. I enjoyed seeing him get wrecked in the end but I won't be able to sit through all the work up to that wrecking again, knowing exactly the manipulation that Jet pulls. Jet makes my skin crawl. The way Jet takes advantage of, actually actively cultivates and then takes advantage of, Katara's crush on him, it makes my skin crawl. The way he takes advantage of Katara and Sokka's difference of opinion makes my skin crawl. This guy plays people like they're instruments and he's a maestro and it makes my skin CRAWL.

I'm also getting kind of tired of yelling 'Sokka's right!' at the screen every second episode. Not that I want him to be wrong, but it's like the lessons learned last episode don't carry over to the next one.

Aang was Aang this episode, with very few lines and basically no agency the whole plot. Just a tag-along. However, I think there's a contrast between how he genuinely makes friends and how Jet manipulates people into working for him. Aang says Pipsqueak's name is hilarious, because to Aang, that is a hilarious name. He's honest, and that wins him a friend. Does Jet say a single honest sentence in this whole episode? Ever? And he's won the loyalty of his Lost Boys more thoroughly than Aang wins over Pipsqueak. Chilling.

This was a Katara episode, which the last one was too. I'm getting tired of her not learning her lesson too. Stop trusting people so easily, and listen to your brother (when he's not trying to assert his manliness at least).

I predicted at the beginning that this would be a 'Sokka the good leader' episode rather than a 'Katara screws up' episode, since that was literally last episode's plot. This episode might as well have been called 'Katara Screws Up part 2: Actual Consequences This Time.' Last episode a bunch of pirates and a not very competent avatar hunter lost their ships. This episode? a completely uninvolved village got their buildings destroyed. To be clear, that's completely not Katara's fault, but she does seem to be developing a talent at getting into Situations.

I feel cheated that this episode had such a beautiful setting for such twisted people. I'm going to go watch some cleansing Spongebob.

#atla #avatar: the last airbender #Jet #avatar the last airbender

[mrsaltieri-real]

Hi CJ, how would you rank the Ghostfaces?

Hey, Anon.

My ranking varies day to day so I’ll just tell you what it happens to be atm.

1: Mickey Altieri. Are you surprised? No, probably not. He’s been my number one ever since I can remember. He’s strong, brutal fast and GOD, he’s so fucking fine my heart cannot take it. Plus, he’s the first Ghostface to have an unmasking reveal and a bitch LOVES the unmasking reveals. He’s my baby girl and I love him forever. Also, I’m in love with Timothy Olyphant.

2: Stu Macher. He’s also my baby girl. I just love him so much he’s so funny and cute and brutal. Invented the iconic knife swipe GOD. I just adore every single thing about him.

3: Billy Loomis. Babe. Babe, babe, BABE. He’s so pretty I want to burst into flames. Complex baby girl fr my heart goes out to him. Again, brutal! “We all go a little mad sometimes.” RAIL. ME.

4: Amber Freeman. Best female Ghostface hands down. Her kills style is so chaotic and messy I LOVE it. She killed Dewey which aches my fragile little heart but you gotta give her props for doing it. She’s so hot. SO. HOT. She’s also literally insane and I like em crazy.

5: Ethan Landry. Although he doesn’t have a “hIgH KiLl cOuNt” I couldn’t give a flying cunt on a donut. He’s baby. His Anika kill was absolutely insane and his whole attitude in Act 3 was so fucking enjoyable. Just running around having a grand old time. Mood.

6: Charlie Walker. I’ve been experiencing some insane Charlie brain rot lately so he’s sky rocketed on my list, he may go higher who knows. Most brutal kill in the franchise, the phone call with Sidney, “I’m going to slit your eyelids in half so you don’t blink when I stab you in the face.” OKAY!!!! he’s fucking adorable I want to sit on his fucking face.

7: Quinn Bailey. She’s fast. Fuck she’s fast. She’s hot. Fuck she’s hot. She had so many feelings I honestly felt for her. Gale’s attack scene was so fucking cool. Her fake out death had me tbh. I love her, just not as much as others. Also, “Heyyyy roomies.” She can HIT.

8: Richie Kirsch. I don’t like him, I don’t hate him. He’s just pretty meh to me. His kills are cool I guess? I like that he goes for the throat. Jack Quaid’s acting was fucking phenomenal. He was funny and I really would’ve preferred him as a final boy.

9: Jason Carvey. Wasted. Potential. His Laura kill was so fucking brutal oh my GOD. I would have loved to see him more as a Ghostface because he would’ve been so cool.

Now to those I hate. Fuckers.

10: Nancy Loomis. Ugh. Nancy. Nancy, Nancy, Nancy. Fuck off. Bitch. You think you can kill my guy Randy? Fuck you. You think you can hire my baby girl Mickey and just betray him like that? Fuck you, you didn’t even succeed in killing him. Fuck off with your one kill. I like her motive though although like… Why did you just leave Billy? Make it make sense.

11: Wayne Bailey. God. I actually used to like him a lot but after rewatching I was like ew. No. NO. I get Sam killed your precious baby boy but like… You have two other children and you had to ruin their lives because of your sons obsession with Stab? Fuck you. His kills were amazing though I have to hand it to him. The bodega scene is top tier.

12: Roman Bridger. Okay. I adore Scott Foley. I cannot stand Roman. Imagine getting a whole teenager to kill your fucking mom because you’re too much of a little bitch to do it yourself. Grow up. Also, he’s so fucking whiny like oh my GOD just shut the fuck up, nobody cares what you have to say. His whole character and backstory was just horrible in my opinion.

13: Jill Roberts. Not a surprise to anyone. I hate her. I hate her and her boring ass character. Her two kills were boring and shitty and also I despise Emma Roberts. I will say nothing more about it.

#remember this is my opinion #MY. OPINION. #don’t like it? #cope #I don’t care #scream #ghostface #ghostface ranking

[katsushika-division]

ARB Birthday Special: Rintaro Himura

 ~~ July 16th ~~

“The child who is not embraced by the village will burn it down to feel its warmth.”

Login Lines:

“Eh? What the hell are you here for? My…birthday? …Fuck it is today, isn't it?”

“To be honest, I don't care much about celebrating my birthday, but I guess thanks for reminding me.”

Voice Lines: 

“I can't believe I forgot my birthday. *sighs* Whoop de fucking do. It's just another day. I don't see what the big deal is.”

“Let's see what people sent me today for my birthday. Death threats from people whose loved ones were my victims? Check. Fucked up love letters from rabid fangirls saying they want my children? Check. Honestly, I prefer the death threats over the love letters.”

“God, when was the last time I had a decent birthday anyway? I can't remember. I'm pretty sure it was at least before my bitch of an egg donor ran out.”

“No wait. The first birthday I had after Akari was born that…was pretty special. Akari was a couple of months old by then, and she was already trying to say more than that "goo goo gaga" shit. I guess she was just waiting for the right moment because on my birthday she said her first word. Rin-nii. I remember feeling so proud back then.”

“Eh? What the hell do you want, Old Man? Damn getting soft, aren't we? Well, aren't I fucking special? *smirks* Made it my mission to personally annoy you till the day you die, Old Man. Alright, alright, thanks for getting me something then.” 

“Damn Old Man, this is actually pretty useful. God knows how many times I've crushed them. Eh? You’ve been smoking these motherfuckers for how long? So you can't tell me shit about smoking. Alright, you got yourself a deal, Old Man. A mistake I'm sure multiple fuckers regret. *pauses* Also…Akihisa…thanks for everything.” 

“Goddamn it, Touya, it's just my birthday. You don't have to make a big deal out of it. Fuck…alright Touya, we can celebrate it. Just stop staring at me like that, you little shit. Do I even wanna know what you got me, Touya? *sighs* Alright, let me see it then. I swear if it's a knife from your collection.” 

“Oh shit, this is actually really nice. At least it's something that actually suits my style. *sees pricetag* Uhh…Touya? How the hell did you afford this? *blinks* Oh gross! I did not need to know that you fucking sex fiend.” 

“There you are, Akari. I haven't seen you at all today. Don’t tell me you’re trying to avoid your big brother. *pauses* Akari just…just having you back is the best gift I've ever received. Well, I'm kinda curious now. What did you get me?”

“This is a cool figure you got me Akari. *jumps* Oh fuck it just moved and…it's flying around now. *whistles* Holy shit you built this Akari? Wow…I'm stunned. I've never seen anything like it. Ouch! Motherfuck just shot fire at me?!? Huh? Well, that'll come in handy. Shit, I was never good with names but…how about Astaroth? He does, doesn't he? Well then let's get along Astaroth.”

Akihisa Lines:

“Rintaro, I'm glad I caught you. I wanted to give you something considering it's your birthday. *snorts* Hardly, but I suppose I'll make an exception just for you today. Have I ever told you how much of a little shit you are? You know you could be grateful that I even got you something, Brat.” 

“I know how much you hate it when your cigarettes get crushed so I got you this case for them. Perhaps one day you’ll reach a point where you give up smoking those cancer sticks. I’ve been smoking longer than you've been alive, but I’ll make you a deal. You cut back on smoking, and I’ll do the same. Don’t want you dying too early. *sighs fondly* Seems like it was yesterday you were forced into my prison cell. *ruffles hair* Don't mention it, Rintaro.”

Touya Lines:

“Rin-chan~! Happy Birthday! Nuh-uh, birthdays are really special. That's what all those movies say. It's also your first birthday since we got out of prison. So we have to celebrate it! *pulls out puppy eyes* Yeah! I have so many things for us to do today. It's gonna be so much fun! Ah! I got you a present too! *giggles* Here!” 

“I saw the jacket in the window of a store one day and thought it would be perfect for you. Hm? Oh, I just told the store owner I would [CENSORED] and [CENSORED] if he gave me a discount on the jacket. What? You asked!”

Bonus! Akari Lines:

“Rin-nii Happy Birthday. *nods* Ah, yes, that. It's your birthday and the first one we've been able to celebrate together in a long time. So I wanted to make sure your gift was perfect. You deserve something besides that Rin-nii. So here. I hope you like it.”

“Not quite Rin-nii. Watch this. Activate. *giggles* It's your very own dragonbot. It's just something I've been working on for a while. I was just waiting for the right moment to give it to you, and what's more perfect than today? Of course! Just in case you don't have your lighter in you. Oh, also, he doesn't like being called it. He's got feelings too, ya know? Now you just gotta name him! *smiles* He likes it! Promise you'll take good care of him, Rin-nii.”

#hypnosis microphone #hypnosis mic #hypmic #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic oc #katsushika division #death row block #rintaro himura #akihisa mashiro #touya kisaragi #akari himura #happy birthday rintaro 2023 #alternative rap battle #arb

[tmnt-obsessed-ace]

Played more Hollow Knight

Defeated the two shroomal ogres in the Fungal Wastes, got a charm notch (yippee)

Found the stag way in the queen's station (didnt buy it because I was saying my money for a map)

Also went to the Fog Canyon

Saw Millibelle didnt speak to her

Found Cornifer and the Fungal Wastes' map

Figured put how to pogo on the purple mushrooms

Then made my way to the Mantis Village

Or at least I TRIED to

Because every single time I tried to get through the big downwards corridor to get to the bench at the bottom I got killed

Every. Single. Time.

One time I was literally RIGHT NEXT TO THE BENCH and I got killed

I thought the Shroomal Ogres were annoying

Then I met the mantises

Specifically the little flying fuckheads

OH MY FUCKING GOD I LITERALLY HATE THOSE THINGS SO FUCKING MUCH

I can handle the adults no problem but the babies? The little flying bitches that refuse to get in hitting range and constantly attack me

Evil hate those things

Especially when theres more than one of them at a time and they chase me

What kept happening was that I got chased I would panic and somehow jump into acid, jump on one of the non flying ones, get hit, etc

The second I get the abyss shriek all those fuckers are gonna die I swear to god

I had planned to get to the City of Tears to upgrade my nail then fight the Mantis Lords but thats clearly not happening today or I will break my computer

>:(

#I made some progress but not enough #and my save file is at THIRTEEN HOURS AND THIRTY FOR MINITES