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I originally started following after the first trolls movie.
You haven't posted trolls in the while and maybe you don't keep up with the media at all.
but if you do, it would scratch an itch in my brain.
What do you think of Guy Diamond's son, Tiny Diamond? Like Jade vs Tiny Diamond is kind of a whiplash huh?
What do you think of branch's brothers?????
I'm just so curious b/c ur headcanon content is very tasty to me.
Haha! All of my trolls brainrot has been effectively purged. The kind of things that I'm interested in have varied so far elsewhere that I really can't sink my teeth into this franchise the way I did when I was 19. Its a universe that doesn't really take itself all that seriously and functions on saccharine surrealism, which is fun to watch for an hour and a half, but I can't really get invested in it. Its just not what I vibe with anymore. And if I'm just not interested in staying long in the world the characters inhabit, I'm just not gonna think about it much.
But! I do watch the new trolls movies when they come out, mostly cuz I love Poppy and Branch and its always nice to see them again. I appreciate that they've remained three-dimensional characters throughout all three films, and their wide range of emotions are taken seriously, in spite of the overall goofy tone of the movies. And as I said, the world itself can be fun to sit in for an hour and a half.
Nobody needs to know my overall thoughts on trolls 3. But the short version is that I didn't really like it and will probably never watch it again. But there was a lot of talented designers, writers, animators etc. involved and I like to appreciate the bits of magic they brought to it.
Tiny Diamond is....certainly a bit. His character is just. Being a bit. It's not a bit I find all that funny (baby with a grown man voice), so I really don't feel anything about it. Except for Guy Diamond giving birth out of his head, like the King of the Gods, producing his noble daughter Athena. I feel a lot of indescribable emotions about that.
Diversity win! The trolls franchise has mpreg!
Anyway, point is, Tiny Diamond was the first of MANY characters that the sequel films fired at us. It's made it all feel....a bit crowded. There's just a lot of bitches to keep track of. And they dump all of them out in front of you in the span of one film that it's hard to get particularly attached to any of them.
I don't even have anything to say about Jade, except I was transparently more into the characters than the world when I was 18/19. Jade was an OC that existed (almost) solely in the Human AU. I didn't give a shit about troll Jade obviously. I didn't develop him all that well and have no real emotional attachment to him anymore, so I don't really feel anything about Tiny Diamond becoming his Canon counterpart. Tbh I think it gave me an interesting glance in the mirror. With Jade, I had strayed very very far from the trolls' goofy ridiculous vibe. The introduction of Tiny Diamond was a humbling experience agsbdjnk.
I quite like Branch's brothers! It's the kind of info that makes me wish they revealed Branch had brothers seven years ago when I was going absolutely insane about trolls. I love sibling relationships. I would have had so much fun with it. Like throwing new toys into a baby's playpen.
But unfortunately the info has dropped in 2023 and I am 25. Sad face.
But still, Branch's brothers are neat. I like that their designs are all distinct but they still have the family resemblance you'd expect of brothers. I like that John and Bruce are fat. I like that Clay is all gangly and peaky looking. I like that they're all well meaning but kinda unintentionally dickish for refusing to acknowledge Branch as anything but a baby. I like that Floyd was a very sweet nurturing big brother and Branch still has a soft spot for him twenty years later. I like that Floyd is a twink. Yippee.
I think Bruce is my favourite, mostly cuz I had the most fun during his segment of the film. I love the puppet land. I love his big puppet wife and puppet children.
To be honest, as soon as I finished watching the movie, I began losing memories of it at a rapid rate. This is just what I remember. Okay byeeee <33
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OOH GIRL I HAD A FUN IDEA!
I was thinking about random TSC characters if they had tattoos (which I hope to make my own post about eventually, another one added to the pile) AND THEN I remembered that one Jacqueline Frost exists and I wanna know if she would have any tattoos! What of? Where? Would any of your OTHER oc's have them?
Idk just a thought to roll around in your head. Cause it's certainly been pinballing in mine!
This pin balled in my head ALL NIGHT, I TELL YOU. ALL! NIGHT!
I asked Jacqueline and she had 0 reply so I was left on my OWN here. NONE of the characters were like, sups vocal about this. BUT ANYWAY after a good night's sleep and some pre-bed pin balling, I have a list of likely to get tattoos/want them at the VERY least:
Fino and Fiera deffs would. They probably would get something matchy for funsies at some point, somewhere like. Obscure?? Like their side or like, shoulder or like leg somewhere. Deffs a nondescript one! And probs just before they turn 2000 lol. (tho the image of two rather small 1200 year olds going HI YES 1 MATCHING TATTOO PLEASE is so fucking funny)
Fiera would get more tats than just that for sure, lol.
Blaise would tattoo. does he have any? Not that I'm aware of. But he deffs would
Jacqueline simply has 0 ideas for a funky little tattoo, so she has 0 plans for one/want for one/need for one. Part of me is like, maybe she'd tattoo her scars?? But I think she leaves them as is. She thinks they're neat. They're tinged blue. Nobody ELSE has scars like that (you can imagine how this makes literally every other Frost feel lmao. Except the Twins, they're like "yes girl get it!" Fiera more so than Fino ;)
I could MAYBE see her doing one with Dite? But neither of them are like, screaming OMG YES WE HAVE ONE ALREADY EVEN so take that with a smidgen of salt
Winter would not tattoo, but her sisters would! Autumn would get smaller ones but deffs in full colour. Summer is like MY BODY IS A CANVAS LET'S GO! She'd have even MORE colours than Autumn. Spring is a basic bitch and probably has a basic tattoo somewhere like a butterfly or a flower or something. Like, a really stereotypical "I got a tattoo omg!!" kinda thing! I WILL SAY. If she got a phrase in another language, Spring would Spell Check That Shit 100%
If Blossom wasn't a bunny, she'd have tattoos (I don't want to think about the logistics for an anthropomorphic-ish bunny getting a tattoo)
Grand Witches deffs have tattoos. Both of them. What are they? Idk! But they have them!
In terms of other Legates: I think Charlie would get a tattoo >:). Xander is a solid maybe. He could go either way. Day MAYBE and Night DEFFS and his are cool. I bet they're silvery and look like they are made of moonlight (they may very well be!). I already covered Jacquie and Dite (Dite would probably get a tattoo! Doesn't have any that I know of presently but deffs would) Myles I think has a thing about needles so he probably wouldn't get one unless Olivia went with him for emotional support. Olivia would NOT get a tattoo, but probably has the best ideas for them!
Upon further reflection, Winter is not a tattoo person BUT. DEFFS KNOWS HOW TO GIVE THEM. I feel like that's an unexpected hobby she'd have and that she's probably really good at it, too.
I hope this adds a second pinball to your pinballing ;) Sorry there's no concrete like OH YES THIS PERSON WOULD DEFFS GET THIS!! I am very much camp Jacquie and Myles, in that I think tattoos are very cool but A) have no idea what I'd get/want for a tat and B) DO have a thing about needles and would not want to even ATTEMPT to get one, my needle thing is that bad.
#dani answers#getting all the vid vaxes was HARD bc needles gross me out so much i had to bring a friend each time to distract me#and when my work wife took me to get a flu shot last year both she AND the person doing it had to distract me#they're always like DON'T TENSE IT'LL HURT LESS#MA'AM/SIR/DUDERINO. THERE IS A NEEDLE IN MY ARM AND I CAN FEEL THE LIQUID MOVING IN MY MUSCLE#okay i am going to stop now. bc i am grossing myself out. ANYWAY#HOPE THIS TICKLES THAT ITCH ANDIE LMAO#crystal springs#crystal springs FACTS#well. sorta lmao#ask box shenanigans#ocs#thanks for the ask! this one required a lot of thinking tbh#it had me thinking about my cousins who i learnt over thanksgiving have some cool little tattoos!!!#i got to see them they were LOVELY#tattoos tw#needles tw#which is my bad tbh. i didn't need to mention the needles. and then i did#WHOOPS#if spring gets wind of someone she knows getting a tattoo#she will accost them to see if it is another language phrase#and if it is#SHE SPELL CHECKS IT#she's a big fan of languages and linguistics!#and an even BIGGER fan of consulting experts!
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multiples of 2 for the price ask for yourself or any of your ocs (whichever is more comfy!)
Let's do me, Nadji, + human Remi 😋
2. Do you like to use the term queer for yourself? Or just LGBT, etc?
Yeh. It gives me room to just fuck around and let things come and go as they please.
Nadji doesn't. Not that it hasn't resonated with him, he's just never thought about it. And he doesn't feel the need to. He doesn't do a lot of research when it comes to labels, so it usually just boils down to "I be fucking." Or nothing at all. Nobody ever knows who he's actually interested in until they know.
Remi does identify as queer. They're heavy into queer theory, reads all the time, keeps up with the discourse, the labels and new language. Like, they really bout they shit. They see it as an opportunity for folks to ask them "what does that mean to you?" and then they personalize it (similarly to me).
4. Are you "out" to your family and friends?
Me: Yeah, sure.
Nadji: What that mean
Remi: I had no interest in coming out, but they know.
6. (If you're out) do you wish you came out sooner? Later? Or was it the right time?
Nah. If it was up to me, I would have told no one. Coming out is an annoying concept, especially with my experience. I'd rather just let folks find out or just say "yeah, call me that. end of discussion," if we're talking about gender-affirming things like name changes.
Nadji just came home with a dude (more like a lineup of dudes) one day and let his folks figure it out, lol. I think the only person he had a conversation with was his momma, Nadie, and she initiated it. But, it was casual, and her goal was to talk about sex ed so wasn't much of a convo. Nadie is also bisexual so she wouldn't make a big deal out of it anyway. Now, does he wish that he brought dudes he was dating around sooner or later? Ask him and he'd joke and say he wouldn't have brought them around at all, but I think that Nadji has a lot of guilt for how he's treated past partners since he's on the aro spectrum and didn't know what was up until much later. A lot of people just called him a player. They still do. He tries not to think about it.
Remi told everyone about their name change during the summer before their sophomore year of high school. It was a non-negotiable. Either you call me by my name, and respect my pronouns or we not talking (Remi: except for Mama). They have no regrets when they did it. It was the right time because they has figured it out. Plain and simple.
8. Describe your gender without using any words traditionally related to gender:
Me: Outchea
Nadji: Nigga
Remi: It changes weekly with producer tags. Right now it's Mustardonthebeathoe. (Please click the link, I'm crying.)
10. Something that gives you gender euphoria (whether you're cis or trans):
Me: Already answered.
Nadji is a cis man, but he's had a time with gender growing up. People often thought he was a girl when he was little (his hair used to be real long and he has wild lashes), and he's been called pretty his whole life, but then he got that stocky frame and people were like you real macho. He just vibes. He wouldn't be aware of this but he gets a lot of gender euphoria from not having to think about gender at all. He can just be a clown in whatever way that manifests. Also, when P-Funk comes on, he feels it too? Very specific but the funk is just affirming like that, lol.
Remi like wearing those close-fitted tees with the circle neck and real short sleeves with baggy pants. It always does it. Or just a good ole white beater. They also like when they're doing things that makes them feel more connected to their body. They love handy work, love lifting things. Also, wrestling/play-fighting.
12. Name some queer artists/bands or songs you like most:
Imma let my babies have it because I listen to everything the listen to.
Nadji: frank ocean, tyler the creator, steve lacy, blood orange, anddd omar apollo.
Remi: takes a deep breath in moses sumney, serpentwithfeet, cupcakke, mayal, closegood, meshell ndegeocello, jamila woods, swsh, bbymutha, sienna liggins, intro (kenny green was bi), big mama thorton, adrian kain, baby tate, jackie shane, I could go on but I will stop.
14. How do you think other factors like neurodivergency or upbringing have impacted your identity?
It all affects it. I could be here all day talking about this, but I'll let them have it.
Nadji: few seconds delay Oh shit, you mean me or- points to Remi who uses they/them pronouns
Remi: slides in front of Nadji so they're completely blocking him As a black autistic arospec anti-fascist they/them dyke (sights to me nodding in the background) there are many things that work together to help me define my queerness. I don't see it as one identity in the middle with the other identities connected to it by branches. They all exist within, without, around, and beside each other, always in harmony. That is all.
16. Do you attend Pride in person every year?
I used to, but stopped once it got really crowded, intense, and commercialized.
Nadji: Hell yeah. Wouldn't be the same without ya boy, you feel me starts smiling
Remi: as soon as the question is asked No.
18. How old were you when you got to attend your first Pride? Who did you go with?
I have no idea how old I was, but it was over the age of 21 lol. I went with a cousin.
Nadji was 20. He went with his art crew.
Remi went once with a friend once the parade was finishing up, stayed for like 20 minutes, if even that, and dipped. Like, dipped forevermore.
20. Do you feel like you "fit in" with the queer/Pride community overall?
At times I don't, but generally, yeah. Also, the more that I grow into myself, the more I don't mind not fitting in. I've been in a lot of spaces where I've felt and been excluded because of how I look. A lot of times it's been because of white queers not perceiving me as queer-presenting enough. Which is so funny because the events I go to are usually said to be for queer and trans people of color, (and usually said to be free for trans black folx) which I am both. White people often annoy me. This is not new information.
Nadji doesn't care until someone makes him hyperaware of it. It's more so about him feeling left out, period. That's him in any space since he likes the attention.
Remi doesn't, but they've never really cared. And it's not because they're not embraced in queer spaces. It's more so that the way people embrace them isn't embracing them, it's an idea of them. And phew, that is loaded. Perhaps I'll talk more about it another time.
22. How do you usually celebrate Pride month?
Being outside, lol. But living in New York while also having an overnight job is making that difficult at the moment. This is the first year that I'm like loud loud about it because I'm like....openly trans. Majority of my family knows, I'm in the process of getting my name changed legally, and I feel really secure in who I am. I bought my first flag pendant necklace and that's like huge for me. So, yeah. Definitely a really important pride month.
Nadji: We outside. (For the folks who need it, this can mean many of things. And Nadji indeed means all the things.)
Remi: With my folx. (As long as Remi has people they love around, they good.)
24. Do you practice any religion, if so how does it play into your LGBT identity? Do you feel welcomed by your spiritual community?
I don't feel like sharing that right now.
Nadji, nah. He definitely believes in divinity and it has a place in his life, but he hasn't explored it.
Remi, my babyyyy. Yeah, Black American folk magic plays a huge part in their everyday and their identity. As a non-human, which is what they originally started as, they have they ability to communicate with spirits and I associate them with Hoodoo and its practices. Their spiritual community is very few actually. But they don't care because that's not their concern. It never felt like one.
26. How do you feel about the term partner rather than husband/girlfriend/etc?
We loooove it.
28. Do you experience both romantic and sexual attraction? Do you experience them the same across any gender(s) you are attracted to?
I experience sexual attraction, and I'm arospec.
Nadji and Remi both have the same thing going on, but at different capacities.
30. Are you monogamous or polyamorous?
Nadji: chuckles
Remi and I in unison: Relationship anarchy.
32. Do you do arts and crafts? Post a pic of a project you've done:
I NEED TO DO THIS FOR NADJI AT A LATER TIME.
34. What are you needing most right now (what would make your life easier or more fulfilling in regards to existing as queer)?
Anti-trans legislation stresses me out so...yeah.
Nadji: Y'all heard that new Khamari? It's fire.
Remi: shrugs Burn it all and start over.
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Hi!! Sorry to bother you but you're the only self-shipper I follow and I needed some advice if that's okay :') how do you not feel self-conscious about self-shipping? I genuinely love seeing other people self ship and make OC x Canon stuff but every time I try to do it myself I just think "ew that's cringe and I deserve to be thrown off a cliff for it"
It just feels like I'm being too self-indulgent and that's not an appropriate way for me to act about my favorite characters. And again I never think like that when it comes to other people. It's only myself. "cringe culture is dead for everyone else except for me" basically, it's very annoying tbh
So yea any words of advice would be appreciated!!
I've been there so many times myselfand I still am there les be honestxbebddv so I totally understand how that feels, but the more I post about my self ships the less fucks I give, especially since barely anyone cares about what i post anyway, ya know?
I know this doesn't really sound much like advice(forgive me bc I am not the best at giving any legit advice),but the key, i guess, is to just not give a shit. Go in with little to no expectations instead of worrying about what others will think or say about you. Because if you keep stressing about other people's opinions, you won't find any joy in self shipping, or creation in general. Your self ships and your creations should be especially for you, not anyone else. Nobody has the right to tell you that what you're doing is dumb or cringe; if they have a problem with it, they can move right along and fuck off.
#i hope this helps at least somewhat🙏#i didn't expect anyone to ask me for advice/srs#but i feel honored that you did dbshdbsbs/gen💕💖#hope things go well for you👍💕#miserable mailtime🌧📬inbox asks
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ohhhhh boy.
I used to think clubby was just some funny dude who liked to role-play, and when I found him roleplaying with one of my besties, I felt like I wanted to rp with him too, but I guess I didn't want to pop in and ask him if he wanted to rp cuz that would be rude.
and then a year later he sent me a note asking if I wanted to rp with him. I said ok, he asked me what my interests were which was weird? since I could use any interest (except problematic stuff of course) and when he started the rp.
I was excited until he went "ok now I have this character hypnotize this character and make them act like a baby" and then he went on to mention fucking diaper changing on them. and even worse? he chose underage characters for the diaper shit, like Lincoln loud, wednesday Addams, some total drama contestants, I don't recall which one he used, but I do remember they're canonically underage, and of course his 9 year old oc eduard. idk why he made that oc 9 smh
and later on one of my friends called pedoverse out on his discord server after he sent him a note asking to rp, and my friend said he randomly sent a whole lot of people notes asking to rp which is annoying. he also had a channel about him (his discord server had separate channels to rant on problematic users like him) and there a user showed a screenshot about their friend getting uncomfortable after dream wanted to involve teenage twilight sparkle in diapers, and asking "wHy DoN't YoU lIkE pEoPlE wItH sPeCiAl NeEdS"? after the friend said they were uncomfortable.
and speaking of special needs, I am an autistic person myself, and that excuse he made to do disgusting rps with minors and just be a creep in general really fucking offends me. and how he didn't cut ties from that cuck who drew porn of Cassandra and still supported menslady even after reading a comment about her homophobia further describes how he doesn't deserve to be respected on the internet as a whole. so yeah. after seeing the news and him being a fucking creep in my notes, I've lost respect in him.
so dreamiverse if you are reading this: you might think you are innocent and you are being "bOoLiEd" but nobody is bullying you. you bought this upon yourself. you continue to ask everyone including MINORS you meet to change your 9 year old oc's chris chan wannabe diaper and wipe his dirty butthole with their bare hands despite being called out for it on here and on several posts on da and that's why we are calling you a pedophile. and don't fucking play the special needs card, because special needs does not give you an excuse to creep out other people with your diaper bs.
if you never wanted this blog to go after you, then pick out something else to rp with than changing underage character diapers. or at least accept it if people don't want to rp with you. if they don't want to rp with you then find someone else. or better, go to a site for roleplaying, because da is an art site and not an rp site. and if you want to do diaper rp with someone, age check the characters you want to add to the rp (you might want to age up eduard to 18 or make a new oc who is an adult) and make sure you're rping with adults only.
anyways, either clean up your act, nick, or get the hell off the internet and touch grass.
that's all I have to say about this prick.
(won't ask proof for this since you can simply go on his about page and scroll into the comments and you'll see the same fuckin "my name is nick, want to rp in notes or chat???" over and over, and stuff mentioned above is in the pinned post)
-Mod S
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hiiiii i hope you are well!! idk if you are still following wrestling (yuta vs oc tonight!!! i am ready for Pain) but i saw you answered a wrestling ask so i will submit mine as well: do you have any wrestling aus or fic ideas or plot bunnies that you have thought about but won't write for any reason at all (too much work etc)?
this is so sweet, anon, thank you. i had a bunch of bcc in me that unfortunately fizzled out, but i was really excited about this mox/wheeler story so i'm gonna put that under the cut.
content: dubcon, coercive work environments. the hook of this story was going to be mox coming to terms with the nature of wwe as like, sexually coercive, and doing that by feeling insanely protective of wheeler and horrible about fucking him while trying to date him.
part two: dean
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He caught Bryan leaning over Wheeler's shoulder, demonstrating a bridge. The hand pushed down on Wheeler's shoulder, a handspan away from his throat. A sick spike lurched through Jon's belly.
"Come on," he said. He caught Bryan's shoulder and took him to the back room. There was always a back room. There had been a back room when he had been Regal’s most precious student.
"Your knees," Bryan said. But he didn't object to Jon's mouth on his cock.
Jon liked having sex with Bryan. He liked fucking Bryan; Bryan liked fucking him. They worked well together. Nobody could work badly with Bryan. Nobody could even fight badly against him.
Bryan said, "Hey." He touched the side of Jon's face. Jon didn't think Bryan had ever touched him like that before - so tenderly. There had always been the element of a live edge between them. It was still here. Of course it was. But this was Jon's company more than it was anyone's - except maybe Kenny or the Bucks. Bryan couldn't take shit from him. He couldn't give Jon anything more. Except this. Himself.
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"Don't worry," Wheeler said, lightly. "I'm not fucking you to keep my spot."
Jon froze. He couldn't help it. It went through him like a lightning bolt, or Kenny through that fucking barbed wire web he’d built just to piss Jon off.
Wheeler hadn't noticed. He was licking burger sauce off the side of his hand. It wasn’t sexy; it was kind of like watching a feral animal. Jon usually liked to watch it anyway.
Jon had great reflexes. He could bounce back in a second; in a heartbeat.
Wheeler was looking at his fries. "Are you going to eat those?"
"Nah," Jon said. "Go for it."
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"You could, if you want," Wheeler said. He took Jon's hand and put it on his wrists.
"I'm okay," Jon said, taking his hand back. "That's fine."
"Okay," Wheeler said.
And then Jon thought: why are you being weird? The kid’s going to think you’re fucking weird. He could survive a little bondage. He wasn't a bitch. "If you want-"
"No," Wheeler said. "It's not a big deal, don't worry about it."
“Does Bryan?” Jon asked, before he could think better of it.
“Okay, what the fuck,” Wheeler said. He sat up and ran his fingers through his hair, fixing Jon with a steady, even look. “I’m not fucking Bryan. Is that why you’ve been so weird lately?”
“We’re not -”
“You and me are not exclusive,” Wheeler said, with the same sunny self-possession he brought to everything, for which Jon often felt he should send Orange Cassidy and Chuck Taylor a thank you card. “But I’m not fucking Bryan. No offense to people in this bed who might be.”
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Sex with Bryan was, a little bit, unnerving. Not like sex with Wheeler. Jon was unnerved by having sex with Wheeler, but it was entirely his own fault, for being fucked in the head.
When Bryan fucked him sometimes Jon forgot who he was. Sometimes he became Dean. Sometimes they were in Florida and it was raining.
"Don't fuck Wheeler," Jon said, before he could think better of it.
Bryan froze. He'd braced his hands either side of Jon's head. "Mox," he said.
Jon turned his face to one side. Bryan felt huge inside him. He felt flayed open.
"Mox," Bryan repeated. The name battered against him, like a fist. But it was the right thing. Of course it was the right thing. Bryan was saying it.
"Don't," Jon said. "Okay?"
Bryan bent down and kissed him. "I promise," he said. "Hey. I - you know I -"
Jon's face was hot and wet. "Yeah," he said.
"Okay," Bryan said. With aching tenderness he pressed his teeth to Jon's collarbone.
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"I need to tell you something," Wheeler said. "I should have told you earlier. I'm sorry. I didn't. I should have, but."
"Spit it out," Jon said. He cracked a can of seltzer - fucking seltzer! - and settled into the chair.
Wheeler closed his eyes. Normally Jon would tell him to sit down - sometimes Wheeler got overwhelmed and needed that kind of clear instruction - but it wasn't the situation now. He took a deep breath and fixed his eyes on Jon's. "So. You know Trent. Beretta. He was, uh, he was at FCW for a while? I think in '09, something like that."
"Okay," Jon said. The can felt heavy. His hand felt dead. He was thinking, already: Beretta. FCW. In that shitty warehouse in the middle of nowhere. Beretta. What did he see? Who did he know?
He could barely put a face to the name. Stupid. He knew the Best Friends. He knew them even more, now, because of Wheeler. He knew them. He couldn't -
It was a blur. A tall shape. Dark hair, maybe. Nothing else. He was scraping even for that.
"He wasn't there very long," Wheeler said. Gently, carefully. "They cut him pretty quick. It just didn't work for him, there. He was like, big, but not - anyway, they weren't - he wasn't - it was only like, not very long. Um. I was, uh, for a while, I was in talks, kind of. With NXT. Or I was thinking about it. Or they were thinking about me."
"Okay," Jon said again.
"Orange and Chuck, obviously, they - they asked Trent to talk to me about it. Before. This was before AEW. You weren't even here, like, at all. Um. He never said anything. No names or anything. Just."
"Oh," Jon said. What was he supposed to say? What was there to say?
"If you want me to leave, I'll leave," Wheeler said. "I should have told you earlier. Before we ever - I'm fucking sorry. I really am."
"Tell me," Jon said. He could hear his own voice. Sharp as a bell, ringing. Tinnitus. Echoes. "What is it that you think you know?"
"I don't want to -" Wheeler dragged his hand across his mouth. "I don't know anything. That's the thing. I don't."
Jon got up, then. As if the lights were on them. He strode across the carpet and took Wheeler's chin in his hand. The rough scrape of his beard. The mint of his gum. "Wheeler Yuta. Tell me."
"It doesn't mean anything about you," Wheeler said, quietly. He didn't look down, he didn't look away. He didn't flinch, even though Jon's fingers were digging into his jaw. Even though there might be bruises.
Fuck. That thought stirred him. He dropped his hand and shook it, stepping back, away. He could feel cold air on his back. He could feel his neck prickling.
"Do you want me to get Bryan?" Wheeler asked. "Or -"
Jon cut him off before he could say the second name. "Stop."
Wheeler froze.
"You didn't know," Jon said. "You don't know. Okay? That's it. Draw a line under it. Let it go."
Wheeler's mouth formed an unhappy line. "Okay," he said.
"Okay," Jon said. He stepped forward again, and took Wheeler's cheek in his hand, and kissed him.
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Yello my Name is Damian but you can also call me Stannie💥💥im from the Philippines🇵🇭 I go by both he and she pronoun’s because idgaf abt my pronouns X3 This is just a boring shitty art blog but i have tumblr anyways so. Im in multiple fandoms like: South park, Touhou, Vocaloid, Dogman and mortal kombat! Im new to the mk fandom actually my friendo scott that has no social media whatsoever introduced me to the mk fandom. I used to be on the lorax fandom but I left the fandom because my lorax phase was extremely bad yk.. My favourite south park Character is Pip because i can relate to him sometimes except for the parents being dead and abusive sister or whatever i cant relate to him. And naw i don’t like Damien as much😒 im not a dip shipper
My favorite animal is a shark and fishes 🐟🦈
Im learning Japanese （・．・）but i forgetting every kanji word i just learnt for 0.1 seconds and i forgot how to even write 冬,向日葵,小枝 whatever like i cant memorise them due to the amount of brain injuries i got from my fucking brother like its dodgeball.
I really like fashion‼️‼️ i really like many of them like Lolita (thats my most favourite one) Vkei, kawaii fashion i guess what its called, Tenshi Kawaii, Gyaru (any gyaru🧉) gothic, heheuurr emo because someone asked me if i was emo😔 (im kind of though because im emotional as fuck sometimes like i keep breakdancing) and jirai kei. Bruh sadly my body type dosen’t fit any of these fashions i got to be skinny sadly bcuz i wont look great on them☹️
Things you should not do here:
Steal my art or reposting it (thats why i watermark almost anything) at least give credit and say its not yours if thats ever going to happen.
Criticizing unless your giving me tips i could actually use💥
Drink water, please i don’t touch water. /j
Trace my Art
Rip off my character designs or steal my characters
[If you do any of these i will start a war with you.]
Things you can do:💥
Drink ground.
Draw my ocs even though i never really like to post them here but i want fanart but will never happen bcuz nobody knows me cuz im a fish 🐟
Request me to draw any character especially your ocs bcuz this would be fun
DO NOT FUCKING INTERACT WITH ME PLEASE IF YOUR:
A lolicon/shotacon (i hate all of you for ruining the moe art style and yall in general are gross)
A proshipper/comshipper (humanity is scared of you)
A pedo/ M.A.P (human kind cant process what you are)
THOSE MOTHER FUCKING SCAMMERS WHO FILL A WHOLE INBOX UP BY TRYING TO MAKE ME PAY WHEN I HAVE NO MONEY BRO IM A KID.
HOMOPHOBICS (BRO WHY YOU HATIN FOR ITS NOT SIN PRIDE BRO OR ANY CHRISTIANS TRYING TO DO ANYTHING TO MAKE SENSE WHEN REALLY YALL ARE YAPPING ABOUT RANDOM GAY PEOPLE FOR NO REASON LIKE LEAVE THEM ALONE BRO.)
TRANSPHOBIC (same reason as the homophobes)
In conclusion yall are fucking shit human beings
#IM SO LATE AT SOMETHING LIKE THIS NAURR I SHOULDVE MADE THIS WHEN I FORST STARTED TUMBLR💦💦#i cant even tell if im even joking or not or probably im half joking ifk#i cant tell if this is satire or not#SORRY IF I USE THE WORLDS MOST ROUGHEST GODDAMN WORDING#IDK#IM STUPID#this is awkward#like 💀💀💀#bruh idk what im even saying at this point
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I posted 1,247 times in 2022
That's 602 more posts than 2021!
12 posts created (1%)
1,235 posts reblogged (99%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@silvermuffins
@bealoideas
@glitteringnebulae
@nyctoheart
@perkynurples
I tagged 1,247 of my posts in 2022
#yes good - 315 posts
#inspiration - 176 posts
#reference - 173 posts
#oh my gods - 115 posts
#jojo's bizarre adventure - 100 posts
#twisted wonderland - 86 posts
#kingdom hearts - 67 posts
#mdzs - 58 posts
#grandmaster of demonic cultivation - 56 posts
#ensemble stars - 36 posts
Longest Tag: 75 characters
#how in the fuck are you not going batshit with your lab in that apartment??
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Urianger Augurelt/Thancred Waters, Minor or Background Relationship(s), minor Gaia/Ryne | Minfillia
Characters: Urianger Augurelt, Thancred Waters, Gaia (Final Fantasy XIV), Ryne | Minfilia
Additional Tags: others are mentioned - Freeform, Named Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV), for like two lines, Implied/Referenced Abuse, thanks Vauthry, goes into absolutely no detail but it is mentioned, disgustingly in love dads
Summary: Urianger and Thancred's home is always open to those who need a place to stay.
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#4
So when I’m bored and unwinding for sleep apparently I make characters. Anyway @khttrpg posted a character sheet thingie to make characters with and I figured why the heck not I can always use more OCs.
Assuming I did my math right, Riley here has 5 Major Levels, is the Replica of a scientist’s son who’s father was very, very keen to see how far the human body could be pushed before being forced into Heartless/Nobody.....and look I based him on Prompto Argentum, taking characters from a video game or other media and building them in a TTRPG system is a really good way for me to figure out how the system works. Also he was the easiest to justify as a Cosmic Mage and I really like Cosmic Mage’s flavor.
All of his stats should be right if I did my math right this late at night (I added +3 to HP and +2 to MP) and there were a couple of things I noticed missing from the doc but otherwise extremely fun to build out! His whole deal would, obviously, be about finding where he belongs and figuring out where the scientist is now and maybe getting revenge for the bullshit that guy did to Riley’s “brothers”.
EDIT TO ADD since tumblr’s ask limit means this is easier: The things I noticed missing were: several Jobs give you free spells that don’t count against the number of spells you can learn but at no point in the doc does it say just how many spells you can learn aside from those; and some clarification on if a Talent can exceed a Stat if boosted by Reflex Improvement or other Class abilities.
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#3
>playing Stardew Valley for the first time in a while
>”btw Ginger Island is a thing”
>unlock Ginger Island
>oh...oh no
anyway I do not think I am likely to ever use anything on the island except that forge ever that is just TOO MUCH I am not a min-max/must make all the money type of player I am just a simple Fae who wants to marry cute boys and have a cute farm
11 notes - Posted July 18, 2022
#2
I’m gonna need an internet historian to compile this wild Nier Automata Church Saga once it’s all said and done this is just bonkers like. whatever it ends up being it needs to be preserved as both a wild time and also a prime example of the DrakeNier fandom and how willing we are to like. accept this shit
41 notes - Posted July 29, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
youtube
D23′s going on today and new Tron game holy shit yes
119 notes - Posted September 9, 2022
Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →
#tumblr2022#year in review#my 2022 tumblr year in review#your tumblr year in review#long post#yes good#Youtube
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(this post isnt being queued because if i post it at the ripe old time of 1 am fewer people will see it alright have a nice day)
#vent post#negative#warning: im about to get into some emotions i havent told anybody including my therapist or even myself really and theyre bad! really bad#im not trigger tagging it because it. feels bad. i cant explain that i just cant#so basically just read at your own risk. if i dont get this out somehow i think i might scream#ok so getting just right to the point i am so fucking suicidal i dont want to live in this shitty ass world anymore#i cant imagine a world where i dont have to struggle. i cant imagine a world thats any better than this.#i cant imagine living past 21 anyways cause thats when my doctors said id die as a way to threaten me into doing my meds#i try so hard to be positive and hold on and it worked for 4-5 years and now theres not even a point.#im tired of trying. im tired of holding on. i will never be able to live comfortably. whats the fucking point.#im running out of reasons to stick around.#years ago my reasoning was that my friends would be sad. i cant really use that anymore#because im a traumatized fucking disaster thats been slowly trying to cut off my friends and stop caring about them#maybe i could stick around so i can finish my comic well thats not going to fucki#ng happen because the world is probably going to kill me before i can get it done#and nobody gives a shit about my ocs anyways except for me#or maybe i could stick around for that cool tv show or that video game i want to play or my favorite food#well none of that fucking matters!!! it barely makes me happy anymore. theyre just things.#what about my family? well thats easy i fucking hate them i wouldnt feel bad for leaving them.#ive been in a depressive slump for weeks and i dont know how to get out and every time i start to feel ok again someone or something#reminds me why this world is so horrible.#the internet reminds me every day of how people are dying and how people like me are getting killed for fun#my parents are pessimists who spend every conversation talking about how bad everything in the world is#so the options seem pretty simple to me. either the world kills me some time soon or i'll do it myself before it can.#but i wont#im scared of pain. im scared of dying. i know for a fact id never be able to pull anything off#so the fact that im still here doesnt even mean much. im just too terrified to leave.#yeah post over. sorry about. *gestures at this whole post*. i dont have the energy to write in my journal and ill probably be#too much of a wimp to tell my therapist#this just needs to get out somewhere. i really cant handle keeping it in me anymore.
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Blank Out (Bucky Barnes x Reader)
SUMMARY ››››› Bucky Barnes has a list of names–amends he needs to make. When he gets to yours, he finds the amends process a bit more…difficult than it should be.
WORD COUNT ››››› 1,700-ish
WARNINGS ››››› language
A/N ››››› Oh hey, look at me jumping on that Falcon and the Winter Soldier trend. This is the Y/N version of my OC fic. Exactly the same but for people who prefer Y/N. Lemme know if you want to join the tag list!
Bucky stood outside of the door, staring at the wreath of brightly colored fabric leaves, a small wooden sign hanging in the center with the words Give Thanks looping across it.
He doubted there was going to be much thankfulness for him on the other side of the door.
He shifted his weight from one foot to the other.
This was supposed to be getting easier. Dr. Raynor told him it would get easier.
But for someone who hated bullshit so much, she really spent far too much time talking out of her ass. Because this wasn't easy.
Easy would be surreptitiously wiring a million dollars into each of their bank accounts from the HYDRA accounts he still had access to.
Easy would be taking out anyone who had been involved in the decision to give him the order.
Easy would be breaking the damn rules.
The rules aren't meant to make your life easy, James. They're meant to disconnect you from the Winter Soldier. That's the whole point of making amends, isn't it?
He'd give anything to get her damn voice out of his head.
Bucky propelled himself up the front porch steps before he could change his mind. Like he had last yesterday.
He rapped on the front door, accidentally knocking the wreath sideways as he went to pull his hand away. Instinctively, he reached out to right it, centering the sign and taking his hands away slowly to avoid a repeat of the situation. Bucky checked over his shoulder, half expecting Sam's stupid little robot to Zoom into view with Sam cackling and making some dumb quip about metal butterfingers. But Redwing wasn't there. The only other person outside was an old man mowing his lawn in a dingy white undershirt and grey sweatshorts. Bucky's lip curled in disgust before turning back to the door--the sound of locks clicking out of place putting him on alert.
"Hello?"
Bucky blinked, his eyes meeting those of the woman before him. Her eyes were striking, pinning him to the spot and pushing all semblance of thought out of his head.
"Can I help you?"
Bucky blinked, nodding at her. Right. He was here for a reason. Not to stand like some teenage boy who'd just seen the girl next door for the first time.
"I'm looking for Y/N Y/L/N."
"You found her."
He blanched. "You're Y/N Y/L/N?"
The look of vague curiosity that had been gracing features markedly shifted into a look of annoyance. "Believe it or not, Y/N’s come in all shapes, sizes, and colors."
Fuck this. He needed to get out of here. There was no way he could have this conversation now.
"Still want to talk to me?" She asked, eyebrows arched and arms folded across her chest.
No.
Sam's laughter echoed in his head, as if he'd been here to witness the exchange. And that's why he stayed. Out of spite.
He nodded. "My name is James "Bucky" Barnes and--"
"Wait a second," she held out a hand and raised an eyebrow on him. He did as she asked, stopping mid-sentence with a sinking feeling in his gut. "You're the Bucky Barnes?"
He nodded, resigned to the fact that this was going to be his worst attempt at amends yet. "Yeah."
"Well," she breathed, dropping her arms. "If I'd known I was meeting an Avenger at my door, I might have put on some pants."
His eyes ran down from her face, noticing for the first time that she wore a dressing robe that barely swept the tops of her knees. Her bare knees.
His mouth opened as if he had even the faintest clue how to respond to this and then his jaw moved up and down for a new second as if the motion of talking would bring words. While it didn't muster an apology or some other decent thing to say, he did manage to utter a single word: "Shit."
She snorted at the reaction before smiling for the first time and shaking her head. "If you want to come in and wait, I'll go get changed."
He shook his head. "I can wait out here."
She was still smiling. Probably because she realized he was far more pathetic up close. "Suit yourself, but there's eggs inside."
"I'm good," he said, forcing himself to give a tight smile that didn't reach his eyes. She nodded, leaving the door open behind her as she disappeared inside the house--as if he'd change his mind.
He should leave right now. Turn around and come back a different day when he could at least function like a mostly human being. Bucky ran a hand through his hair, scratching the back of his head.
The quick, sharp sound of pattering bare feet broke his stream of thought, as another girl came to the door, standing before him with her hands on her hips. "We were having breakfast, you know," the girl announced, her voice dripping with sass. "Now we have to wait until she's done talking to you. And I'm starving."
Bucky raised an eyebrow. "Shouldn't you be….not talking to strangers?"
"Shouldn't you be eating breakfast?" she countered.
"It's ten in the morning; I ate already."
"We were supposed to have breakfast an hour ago. But Ravi--"
"Rocio, leave Bucky Barnes alone," Y/N's voice called from elsewhere.
Before he could fully process how odd it was for him to use his name, the little girl's hands dropped from her hips and she stared up at him, mouth agape and eyes comically wide.
"You're Bucky Barnes?" she asked, her small voice awed.
He nodded with a deep sigh and another forced smile.
"What happened to your hair?"
"Got a haircut," he shrugged.
She furrowed her brow at him, her little eyes peering intently at his face. He wasn't sure the last time someone had looked him in the eyes this long. Nobody except Steve had looked him in the eyes since he made it out. The corner of his mouth twitched up. She nodded at him, having composed herself so her little face was serious once more. "I like this better."
"Thanks." He couldn't keep the amusement from his voice. He didn't even really try.
A thought seemed to hit her, lighting up her whole face with excitement. "Wait right here. Don't move. Promise." He nodded again and she raised her eyebrows at him, giving him a stern look.
"I promise," he said, clearly stating each word.
She nodded at him. "Ok. Good." And then she turned and ran into the house, her feet making far more sound than they should for someone of her size.
Y/N reappeared shortly thereafter with a faint smile on her lips, dressed in a copper colored sweater and jeans. "Sorry. You're her favorite."
"She's cute."
What an idiotic thing to say.
"Wish I could take credit," Y/N said, shaking her head. "She's my sister's. I'm just the babysitter on duty."
There were some more sounds of scampering and Rocio was back at the door wearing a long black satin glove, reaching about halfway up her bicep. There were lines streaked across it in gold marker to make it look like it was made of metal plates.
"I made an arm like yours!" she announced, almost whacking Y/N in the stomach as she extended her arm out for him to see.
He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He'd seen Halloween costumes for sale and shirts with one of the sleeves modeled after his arm, and pictures of guys with an arm wrapped in tinfoil. All of them had been with his old arm--his silver one with the red star. The arm that belonged to Him. An arm made to invoke fear.
This was the arm of a protector.
She deserved more of a reaction than a small, breathy, "Wow."
"Will you sign it?" Her eyes got even bigger if possible, and Y/N started to shake her head, bending over to talk to the little girl, but Bucky stopped her.
"You got a marker?"
"I'll go find one!" Rocio disappeared again, leaving him and Y/N alone on the doorstep. She was closer this time, and he could hear her talking to herself and rustling through different drawers.
Y/N turned her attention from her niece back onto Bucky. "So, why is Bucky Barnes on my doorstep?"
"I uh--when does your sister get home?" he asked, eyes focused in the direction of Rocio's sounds. He swallowed, tearing his eyes away and back up to hers. "I should probably tell both of you...together."
The playful amusement that had been on her face disappeared as she stared at him, as if trying to see inside his head. Like she would want to see what was inside of his head.
"She'll be here around three."
He nodded, saved from a response by Rocio's re-appearance, waving a silver sharpie in the air. She offered it to him, and he plucked it out of her hand, taking hold of her toothpick of an arm in one hand and signing his name on the inside of her bicep. Where she could hide the signature if she wanted to.
Bucky handed the marker back to her as Rocio held her arm out, trying to catch sight of his name.
"Rocio," Y/N prodded, gently.
"Thank you!" she chirped, before turning and literally skipping back inside. "Ravi--look!"
He liked her.
"That was really kind of you," Y/N said, warmly. "I think you just made her year."
He shrugged.
"Although, I have a feeling that this is all she's going to talk about for the next week," Y/N sighed, shaking her head. "Anyway, Lilly will be back around three if you want to come back then and share whatever secret serious news is it that you need to tell us together." Her voice was teasing, and Bucky's mouth lifted into a smirk.
"I'll be back then."
"Great," she smiled politely. "See you then."
He nodded, wishing her goodbye before turning down the stairs.
So much for getting easier.
#bucky barnes#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes x y/n#tfatws#fatws#bucky barnes fic#bucky barnes drabble#bucky barnes imagine#falcon and winter soldier#bucky barnes reader insert#post-end game#james buchanan barnes#james bucky barnes#marvel#avengers#marvel fic#avengers fic
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(You click the play button on the tape, starting another past rant from Anthony Pierson.)
“Log number.. I don't even know anymore- But-But, I found something.. interesting. I'm hiding out in this.. closet..? It's big enough to be a room, but it's full of clutter.. junk everywhere. I found this while I was going through Riley's lab, y'know, the scientist?? Anyways, I found this room.. I think it's for storage? There's notebooks and photographs everywhere.. all of them have this weird puppet in them, I haven't seen them before... I think her name is.. Kelly? Oh, wait, I think she was a side character on the show..! But why are their so many photos of her..? It's.. weird. Wait- I hear something, shit- Shit shit shit-”
(There's a short bit of silence, only broken by soft footsteps. Now a new voice begins speaking, sounding like Riley.)
“I swear, if Nick touched my stuff and that's what I heard in here, I'm going to give him SO much more than fear!!- Hhh.. there's nobody to be seen.. good, that means I can finally go back to admiring.. my queen~” (soft chuckle, followed by a sigh) “Oh my dear, sweet Kelly, how I miss you being near me~ Soon enough I'll get you back from HIM, I swear.. being without you is almost too much to bare...”
(She sighs softly, almost sadly. There's the sound of a camera going off, causing a short silence.)
“... GET. OUT.”
(The tape quickly ends. There's a photograph close by. You pick it up.)
(You looked up, seeing the exact some cork board in front of you, except there was more stuff of in. More photos, more random scribblings, the whole thing was almost completely full. Riley had even began writing on the walls. It seemed her obsession couldn't be stopped. Scout didn't seem to have anything to say about this room, so you both decide to leave.)
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Lol just a lil bit of OC x Canon lore, how fun! Enjoy, I suck at writing TwT
#Hello Puppets#oc#oc x canon#hello puppets oc#hello puppets mortimer handee#mortimer handee#riley ruckus hello puppets#hello puppets riley ruckus#riley ruckus#obsession#yandere#stalker
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A Two-on-One Match
Part 2 of 3 of the OC Jung Hyunjin's arc. A request from Rex [of the ever-changing name] I recommend starting with A Quick Fix to follow the plot if you haven't read it already.
Tags: TheLounge, Gfriend, Eunha, SinB, male OC Jung Hyunjin, "oh hey I know you", one dom one sub one clueless boxer, some butt stuff, request
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The bell rang to announce Yuta’s departure. He turned back as he walked through the door and waved. “Thanks Hyunjin! Good to meet you!”
“You too man! Enjoy!” Hyunjin waved back. It was his second week working at The Lounge and he was getting to know quite the wide range of people, and the first day he was working the morning shift, now that he was fully finished with his evening training.
A familiar voice came from behind, just at the entrance to the kitchen. “Nice catch. How’d you know Yuta would like the cinnamon sprinkle?” It was Hyunjin’s new boss, Kim Soomin.
“Wish I could tell you Ms. Kim. Honestly I just guessed.”
Soomin shrugged. “We’ll chalk it up to intuition then. Anyway, it seems like you’ve got things handled up here. I’m going to start up the oven for some brownies. Sungho is going to be here in half an hour, but I’ll be right there if you get rushed, alright?”
“You got it, Ms. Kim.”
Hyunjin wasn’t especially worried, since he didn’t imagine they’d be getting that many more customers in so early in the morning. When Soomin was gone, he leaned back against the perfectly clean counter and pulled out his phone.
Sowon had told him she was an idol, but he still hadn’t bothered to look up her music. It seemed to him that while he was waiting for customers was as good a time as any. He opened up his default browser and tapped in her name. A second later, his phone was flooded with pictures of Sowon in a variety of outfits, generally much fancier than what he usually saw her in. In the sidebar, her real name appeared, as well as the company she worked for and the group she was part of. “Gfriend,” rung a bell in Hyunjin’s head, at least, though he had no clue if he’d actually heard any of their music before. Maybe at a convenient store while he wasn’t paying attention?
He tapped the link to change the search to Gfriend. The images that showed up were far more zoomed out than before. He could pick out Sowon’s face among the six women in each picture, but immediately scrolled down and saw their names. He nodded his head and kept going down the list. Jung Yerin was next. No clue who she was. Then Jung Eunbi, also known as Eunha. That name sounded somehow familiar to him, but he continued to read. Choi Yuna, also known as Yuju…
He was interrupted by the bell ringing. He bounced away from the counter and popped his phone back into his pocket. Looking up, he saw two women had entered. One of them took off to the side toward the lounge chairs right away, but the other one approached the counter. She walked normally at first, but slowed down when she and Hyunjin’s eyes met.
“H-hyunjin?” she asked.
Hyunjin hesitated to respond. He pulled his phone back out and looked at the images still on the screen. “Do you go by Eunha?”
Eunha nodded slowly. “Yeah… Were you in drama club in middle school?”
“I was.”
There was a long pause.
“Holy shit, Hyunjin! It’s been such a long time! When did you start working here?”
Hyunjin laughed. He knew the name was familiar. “Just a couple of weeks ago. I got referred by Sowon.”
Eunha laughed back. “She and I are in a girl group together!”
“I literally just found that out! I was looking you guys up! See?” Hyunjin held out his phone.
“Woah! Yeah! How are you doing these days?”
The two took some time to reminisce and catch up. Despite the initial moment of not recognizing each other, they quickly remembered their connection. They had grown up in the same neighborhood, and recalled a variety of events they had gone to together as children. Eunha was a year above him in school, but had encouraged him to participate in drama. The Lounge continued to stay effectively empty the whole time. Hyunjin told Eunha about how he and Sowon met and how he ended up there, and about how he was training again to fight. Eunha told him about the rest of Gfriend, and how the other woman she entered with was Umji.
To avoid making Umji wait too much longer, Hyunjin took Eunha’s order and got to work. He was all smiles. When he brought their coffee to them, he included a napkin with his phone number on it and invited Eunha to the fight, but couldn’t continue to chat with the other customers that began to pour in, the bell going wild.
* * *
The bell went wild. It was the end of the last round. Hyunjin wiped at his nose with his arm. His opponent backed off and the two bumped their gloves together. Hyunjin wasn’t especially happy with the turnout. It had been far too long since he’d stepped in a ring, and it showed. That wasn’t going to stop him from being a good sport though. He kept a smile on.
Fortunately, the referee still held his arm up in the end. “... by split decision: Jung Hyunjin!”
The crowd cheered. Whether it was for Hyunjin or not, he couldn’t really tell. The crowd wasn’t exactly huge, and the two fighters nobody had heard of (it was only his opponent’s second official match) in a small venue didn’t exactly have a fanbase yet. Hyunjin couldn’t pick any familiar faces out of the crowd either.
His disappointment was quickly abated by who he saw while making his way to the locker room. Dressed in frumpy, nondescript sweatshirts and hats, Eunha and another girl Hyunjin barely recognized from Gfriend’s group pictures as SinB caught him right at the doorway.
“Hey! We were hiding out in the back row. Congrats!”
Hyunjin ran his fingers through his hair. “Thanks. I was rusty though.”
“Rusty? What do you mean? You were great!”
SinB tapped Eunha on the arm. “No, he’s right. They both looked like amateurs.”
Hyunjin grimaced, but before he could say anything, Eunha grabbed him by the arm. “Hey, let’s go in there, where it’s not so noisy! I can barely hear you two!”
She wasn’t wrong. When the door closed behind them, the lack of noise was a relief.
“So yeah,” SinB started, “what I was saying is that he’s right. They loo--”
Eunha silenced her with a strict look. “SinB...” is all she said, and it was all she needed.
SinB averted her eyes and a blush crossed her cheeks. “It’s um… Nice to meet you, Hyunjin. My name’s SinB.”
Hyunjin smirked. “Hey, good meeting you too. Don’t worry about the fight though. I used to be a lot better. I’m just out of practice. I’ll be starting regular training again next week.”
“You really did do great though,” Eunha said, “I mean, you had to, right? You won.”
“Yeah, I guess so. I’m just being critical of myself. But anyway, thanks for coming! I really appreciate the support.”
“Of course! Just think of us as your first fans?” Eunha ended with a questioning tone, but followed up quickly. “Actually, let’s not be fans yet. It’s weird for fans to take you out to dinner.”
“Dinner, huh? I’d like that. I need to get washed up first. Pretty sure I’ve still got some blood in my mouth.”
“Totally, yeah! We’ll just, uh, wait here.”
Hyunjin gave a nod and went to the locker room. He could hear Eunha hushedly giving SinB an earful the whole way.
Undressing was a bit painful. Hyunjin had taken a particularly strong hit to one of his left ribs, and now that he could see the site of the impact, he could already tell it would be bruising. He hoped it wasn’t broken.
As he made his way to the open showers, he could hear Eunha and SinB again. They sounded like they were close to the locker room. There wasn’t a door to block the sound though, so he didn’t think much of it, but he knew something was up when he heard footsteps over the sound of the running water. Nobody else should be on this half of the building except his coach, who he hadn’t even informed of the fight. He quickly covered his dick with his hands and turned to the entrance.
And there was SinB, blushing furiously, looking straight up at the ceiling. “H-hey, Hyunjin. I’m sorry.”
“Um. Well, cool. Apology accepted. But is this really the--”
Hyunjin cut himself off as Eunha brushed past SinB. But unlike SinB, she was completely undressed. She walked toward him, small breasts bouncing with each step, getting soaked as she went directly through the spray of the showers. He started to smile, but noticed and quickly got rid of it. “Eunha, you’re…”
“I’m here to help you get cleaned up,” she finished his sentence for him, though it wasn’t what he was intending to say. “We can get to the restaurant sooner this way, right?”
Eunha grabbed a bar of soap from one of the little shelves along the wall and stopped just short of Hyunjin, who had lost all hope of being able to hide his erection. Not that Eunha seemed to mind, or even pay any attention. But it’s what she said next that made her intentions much, much clearer.
“You and Sowon aren’t exclusive, right?”
“No. I suppose we’ve been very clear that we aren’t.” Hyunjin took a hand away from his crotch to rub the back of his neck.
Eunha put a hand on Hyunjin’s arm, pointing at his neck. “Oh no. Are you feeling sore?” She gestured toward a stool. “Let me give you a massage. SinB!”
Hyunjin watched, half afraid and half mesmerized, as SinB quickly undressed and tossed all of her clothes back into the locker room. He let Eunha pull him down to sit on the stool she dragged underneath the stream of the shower. “I don’t really need a massage. It’s okay.”
“That’s good to hear! I’ll just get started on washing you up then. In the meantime, can you do me a favor?”
“Uh… Sure?”
While sitting on the stool, Hyunjin was just barely shorter than Eunha, which let her lean down to whisper in his ear. Her tone made it clear she was asking a question. “Let SinB practice on you?”
Hyunjin’s eyes went wide. “So Eunha, I don’t mean to sound like a perv here, but are you implying something about practicing a blowjob? Because I’ll take that.”
Eunha motioned for SinB to approach. “No, no. Why would you think that?” she asked, clearly twitching at the corner of her mouth as she tried not to smile. She slowly pulled Hyunjin’s other hand away from his full-mast dick.
In no time at all, SinB was standing in front of Hyunjin, hair getting drenched by the shower, hands behind her back, and eyes anywhere but on him. With a little difficulty, she moved to straddle his lap. The width of her legs put her bare pussy dangerously close to his cock.
Sure he knew where the situation was taking them, Hyunjin shifted his legs, pushing SinB’s a little farther apart. The head of his dick speared her. He watched as her chest rose and fell rapidly. She used her hands to brace herself on his shoulders. He wanted to make a snarky comment, but was having difficulty coming up with anything good. He was also distracted by the feeling of something hard against his cock. He reached around SinB and grabbed her butt. As his fingers explored, he was able to verify immediately that she had a butt plug inside of her.
“This is an interesting night,” he said simply.
Just then, Hyunjin felt Eunha pressing her front up against his back. Her skin glided over his, as if it was (and it was) covered in soap. At the same time, SinB lowered herself further onto his dick in a jerking, twitching way.
“I don’t know what you mean. Is something unusual, Hyunjin?” Eunha asked as she rubbed her tits and stomach up and down his back.
Hyunjin’s sarcasm struggled its way out of his throat as SinB started fucking him, bouncing herself and making a beautiful, wet scene of her slim body. “Not at all…” Hyunjin said, “Perfectly normal Wednesday night.”
Eunha couldn’t contain her giggle. She ran her soapy hands over Hyunjin’s shoulders, arms, and whatever parts of his legs she could reach with SinB in the way. He winced a little when she swept over his new bruise, but otherwise did his best not to react.
“How do you like SinB’s pussy?”
Hyunjin groaned. His grip on SinB’s asscheeks tightened subconsciously. He had to unclench his teeth to say, “It’s alright.”
“Hear that, SinB? Just alright. Maybe a bit amateurish.”
SinB’s shoulders tensed up visibly. “I said I was sorry…”
Eunha walked around to the shelves on the wall to pull a bottle of shampoo off. The close up view of Eunha’s plump, naked, wet ass just about set Hyunjin off. She was obviously arching her back just enough to make it noticeable.
“Damn, Eunha. I always admired your butt when you were my senior, but now… fuck…”
She turned to look at Hyunjin over her shoulder. “Oh thank you! Sounds like you’re thinking about cumming?”
Hyunjin nodded. With no hesitation at all, Eunha set the shampoo back down and pulled a visibly shocked SinB off of his cock. He was shocked too, about ready to ask why Eunha would do such a thing, but found his answer right away.
Eunha, facing away from Hyunjin, positioned herself between his legs and spread her ass with one hand, and grabbed his cock with the other. She directed it to an unexpected target, and Hyunjin’s breath caught in his throat as he was hilted completely in Eunha’s asshole.
“Now you can cum,” she said.
Hyunjin didn’t need to be told twice. He barely needed to be told once. His orgasm hit him harder than his opponent did in the ring. He grabbed Eunha’s hips and held her down against him as he pumped a gigantic load into her ass.
He brushed his hair back, suddenly light headed, feeling like his soul had just been pulled out of him through his cock. He saw SinB sitting back against the wall, still blushing bright red, masturbating as she stared between Eunha’s legs at the spot where Hyunjin was impaling her.
“So then,” Eunha said casually, despite having an ass full of Hyunjin’s dick and cum, “Did you want anything special for dinner? I have an idea if you don’t!”
Hyunjin smiled. He was still trying to comprehend what just happened, but he was happy with it, even if the intensity of his climax left him with the sound of a bell ringing in his ears.
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This is not requested
Espresso x Caramel (my oc) x Madeleine hcs!
AUTHORS NOTE: My oc, Caramel Cookie (the picture), has autism so if you make any comments about how he acts strange, I will block you. My girlfriend is autistic and I've done much research to make sure i don't effect her negatively so I know quite a bit about autism but if I mess something up, please tell me.
HERES A PIC
How did they meet?
Madeleine and Espresso were already together when they met Caramel
They had noticed a new cafe had popped up called 'Caramel's Cafe' so they went in to check it out but met Caramel
When Caramel first saw them, he thought they were hot then realised they were dating and got sad then he remembered he's poly.
He gives them their drinks and food and let's them sit
While there in the cafe, they keep looking at Caramel
Madeleine doesn't bring it up but Espresso does
"Were you staring at the person behind the counter to?" Madeleine hadn't expected that.
"Maybe. You were to!" "Yeah that's why I said to" Espresso chuckles at Madeleine's irritated expression.
"You were blushing Espresso." "So were you. Don't blame shit on me when you can't deal with it yourself." Madeleine just sighs and looks back at the short boy who was serving people at the counter.
He looked so happy and that made both the boys feel a kind of happiness they hadn't felt in a while. "Madeleine, can I tell you something?" The blonde boy nods "Go ahead."
"I think I like that barista boy. I love you to but I just have feelings for both of you I guess.." Madeleine's eyes widened "I was about to tell you the same thing."
Espresso smiles "So, that brings me to another question. Can we maybe try get him with us as a three?" Madeleine nods and stares at this barista boy they had just met.
Getting together
They had realised after a while of knowing caramel that he got flustered very easily
He stutters a lot and gets embarrassed if he talks for too long
Caramel will go on and on about bugs and the snow and all sorts of different things for ages and the boys can't help but to listen
They figured out he had autism when they asked about his behaviour
Caramel was a bit insecure that it was so noticeable but the boys assured him that no one else had noticed yet
They convinced one of their friends to ask him questions in a disclosed location while they overheard
Caramel's pov
I had gotten a note from a mysterious person to meet up with them behind a building which i found strange.
I didn't like going out or talking to people so this was gonna be hell.
I arrive at the location and sigh "H-Hello? Anybody here.." I feel a hand on my shoulder but to my surprise, it was just Latte.
"Ah.. hey latte. What is it you need?" I smiled at her and she waves me over.
"Please, take a seat. I have a few questions to ask." I was skeptical but I sat down anyway.
"What did you wan-" "What do you think of Espresso and Madeleine?" I was a bit surprised. Why is she asking me about this?
I felt my face get red so I pulled my scarf over the bottom of my face to hide it.
"W-Well, their both.." i thought for a moment. I knew what I was going to say but what if she told them then I got humiliated?
"Dont worry, I'm telling nobody." I nod and let out a breath.
"T-Their both really pretty and I think a-about them a lot.. not in a creepy way! Just, I want to imagine a future with them.. I know I should just leave them alone but I can't help it.." Latte looked surprised but smiles.
"The boys will be happy to hear that." Latte runs off and I was just frozen in place.
Them hearing about what I said? I feel like I'm going to die.
I decided to just go home.
I was sat on my sofa, reading a book,until I hear my front door unlock.
The only people who had my keys were the people I wanted to see the least right now.
I quickly hide under the table in embarrassment. I cant see them, Latte told them everything i said. Their coming to yell me they hate me like everyone else did. Except mama. Mama always stayed with me.
"Cmon Caramel. Please come out. We know your home." I heard Espresso call out with the lack of hatred I had expected.
I crawled out from under the table slightly when a hand pulled me out and picked me up.
"Here he is~" I don't even have to look up to know its Madeleine. "Finally. I've been waiting to see you all day you know?" Espresso smiled at me.
I was confused but blushed nonetheless.
I heard Madeleine chuckle and then I felt him kiss my cheek. MY CHEEK.
Espresso held my hand and put a hand on my chin and kissed my other cheek.
At this point, I was a tomato cookie instead of a Caramel cookie.
"We set up that question thing with Latte to see if the rumours were true. I'm happy with the results~" Espresso was next to my ear and it made me feel like a hot potato.
"If your such a good boy for us, just tell us with your words how you feel for us." Madeleine chuckles into my ear, enjoying my suffering as they both teased me.
"W-Well.. I love you both. But your already together so I just said nothing and it doesn't matter because I'm just a little cafe worker.." I sounded gross.
I felt Espresso take me from Madeleine's arms and he held me close "Oh my love. Your more than just a cafe worker to us. We love you to and it doesn't matter if he and I started out as a two. For you, we'd make two a three in a heartbeat"
I felt myself tearing up. No one had showed me this kind of love before. Espresso chuckles and kisses my tears away "Dont cry. Just be happy." I hug him more and let myself realise I'm not stuck with two teasing hot men as a very shy not so hot boy.
General relationship hcs
Caramel LOVES cuddles
Man will cuddle Espresso and Madeleine to death.
Madeleine and Espresso would often find themselves fighting over small things and it'd make Caramel cry, thinking he's making them fall out of love.
Caramel is very insecure about himself. His weight, his voice, the way he acts, everything.
Caramel has a terrible case of Seperation anxiety once they all get close.
He'll overthink and atart having bad thoughts like 'they've died' or 'they left me' if the boys are out for too long. It's okay because he gets loads of attention and love when he cries.
Nsfw hcs (I'm not sorry)
Since Madeleine and Edpresso weren't on very good terms, they made Caramel go in the middle of them
Madeleine was too big for Caramel to handle in his ass so they kiss, suck or hold onto eachother as Espresso ruins Caramel's insides
Espresso is a solid 9 inch.
They love caramel's noises. He's very loud and would moan with any type of dick contact
They use him being sensitive to their advantage
They both often tease him or edge him because they love seeing his face
He just looks like a mess and cries. They know not to stop because they have a safe word.
Espresso's favourite thing to do in sex is to put a finger over Caramel's tip so he can't cum
It drives Caramel crazy but he loves the feeling of being filled with cum
Take the Internet away from me
#caramel#caramel cookie#cookie run oc#espresso cookie x reader#espresso x reader#Madeleine cookie x reader#Madeleine x reader#espresso x reader x madeleine#smut
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Robin 2021
Okay, so it's been a while since I've been actively posting on tumblr, mainly because I haven’t had time. That being said, the commentary I am about to make on the Robin 2021 series is not meant to offend anyone and while I am particularly critical, I also acknowledge that some people genuinely like it/prefer the direction its's going in. And that's fine. But I did want to break down why I feel the current series is just 'meh' to me at the moment and it’s not necessarily because Damian is potentially being shipped with a newly introduced character.
Please be aware, that there are lots of spoilers.
So, to start off, I am a big fan of the older Batman and Robin (2009) series, where Damian had partnered up first with Dick and later Bruce (2011). I do no think they are flawless, certainly. I think, in particular, the Nobody plot - excluding of course the interactions between Batman!Dick and Robin! Damian which are gold - was very good. In just a handful of issues, I think we were offered a great insight into Damian's character and how layered he is.
My first thoughts when I heard about Robin 2021, based on the announcement: Damian will follow his own path, for some reason he retains the Robin moniker which is weird but okay, it does seem like something he'd do I suppose. He will participate in mortal kombat-sort-of-tournament, which will showcase his abilities and in the process, 'he will seek his own destiny' (which I believe was a line used in the actual announcement). The reason he wants to win? Initially, it appeared to be only because he wanted to prove to be the world's best fighter -- which by the way, how is only a tournament of this level only coming up now? Anyways, ignored that. Not a big deal. The idea of watching Damian fight different opponents was appealing either way.
The art of those comics is perhaps nowhere as striking/appealing as Robin 2021 and there's certainly not as many elements to it, but there was just something about it. I stopped reading comics after, for reasons I can't recall but I do remember finding out that Damian was killed off sometime after. I was super heartbroken over it but luckily I found out about it right around the time DC decided to bring him so really I had to wait a short while to see the little shit being Robin again.
I am not as familiar with the arc on Alfred's death but I know Damian watched what was basically his grandfather figure die in front of his eyes. How it was addressed after was rather poorly and that's a discussion for another time, just as it is that hot mess of Gleason's Titans.
My hopes may have been too high in thinking we will be offered the introspection we'd seen in Batman and Robin, or him deciding what type of vigilante he wants to be. Like who remembers Damian admitting 'sometimes I don't know who I am or what I want' or him saying he does not wish to be like Nobody. That was so poignant.
First issue of Robin 2021 was a disappointment. I know that there's a lot of damage to the character that had to be addressed but why did he die from like the beginning? Why is it the first thing we see is the author's OC defeat him? I mean, we really didn't need that to find the tournament's rules. Anyway, I was so sold on the art that I could have overlooked all that, except then the art became inconsistent so.....
Do I think Flatline's design is awesome? Yep. Do I like that she is potentially a badass female fighter? Sure. Do I like her abilities? Somewhat? They haven't been explored that much. But to me, having an OC appear out of nowhere and kill the character I was hoping to watch mature/develop is a bit underwhelming. Then, we start getting references of how poetic it is that Damian may fall in love with the first girl that kills him. I thought it was funny at the beginning but subsequent issues only seem to point that actually, the author does want to use Flatline/romance in this journey of growth that Damian is undergoing. I mean, we really shouldn't be romanticizing that she killed him? The girl is serious about winning too. That she caught him off guard is actually rather awesome but I don't think it had to mean anything more than Damian meeting a potentially dangerous fighter and that he needs to be less reckless.
Damian is a pretty complex/difficult character with a lot to figure out. Why does he need a girlfriend? Why can't he have friends that helps him grow or mentor figures? Him and Rose have such a great dynamic, for example.
I see a lot of people saying 'well, he's a teenager boy so it's normal'. Yeah of course it is. But why can't it be the opposite? Damian isn't a normal teenager. Out there, may be teenagers who feel the same. They don’t care about this stuff.
It is so frustrating, and underwhelming. Not because there's anything wrong with Damian having a crush. Not because there's necessarily anything wrong with Flatline. But because there's no need.
Why is it just because he's a teenager he has to have a romantic interest? If romance is introduced in a plot, surely it doesn't have to be just because 'he's a teenager'. And if he does, why does it have to be an OC that hasn't been explored very well? Flatline could be a seriously cool character without needing to be a romantic interest for Damian and vice versa, Damian has so much to figure out on his own. So for me it's not the shipping that’s an issue, it’s the reasoning and how it may perpetuate clichés when there’s other angles that could be explored.
Also, why the hell is Alfred used to drive Flatline's likeability? If Alfred is Damian's guilt manifesting, then that's actually Damian thinking that?
'I like this one, Master Damian.'
Seriously. I really hope we end up finding out that was tied in with Flatline's ability or something. So, Williamson won't explore Damian's guilt over Alfred but he'll give us a panel where Alfred (or a manifestation of him) is basically giving his thumbs up for his OC. That doesn’t sit well with me. Not so early in the series, anyway.
Why is this whole manga thing keep coming back? Yes, Damian reads manga. I loved this addition and I think it's great that Williamson actually brought it in. The fact that it was Flatline who found it seems cliché. And no, I don't think it's a parallel between the shojo manga characters and them two. I really hope that particular manga has a deeper meaning than that. The fact that we keep seeing the blood sprayed (or is it cuts? not sure) on it does seem to hint at that.
There were some good moments. Damian and Dick. Basically every single interaction between Damian and Ravager. The whole Damian and Conner could have been developed better, because it seemed rather sudden they had a heart to heart when Damian can be such a distrusting little shit. Damian reuniting with Goliath.
Why is it that we're five issues into this series and it's all over the place? I don't dislike it. The art is great, although there's so many inconsistencies. But it's been super hard to feel in any way about it other than just 'meh'.
Issue #6 was boring. I didn't mind Flatline and Damian analysing other fighters, it was interesting actually, but that it's still being framed as heading towards a romantic relationship is so.....well, eugh.
Overall, I just don't feel there's enough...substance? Damian does interact with a wide variety of characters and there are a lot of things going on - batfamily searching for him, Ra’s Al Ghul (which was funny yet so odd the way he was characterized), the whole tournament and magic island, so on.
Flatline is not the issue for me, but rather one part of why the series has not managed to appeal to me. I do feel there's a bit too much of her. Or rather, there's not enough of her as a character and too much of the whole 'they're teenagers so they'll have to end up having a crush on one another because he's a boy and she's a girl who literally stole his heart'. Like, I wouldn’t mind having Flatline or other fighters background explored, just to see the types of people they are and so on.
I wish there'd more of Damian's inner thoughts too. If not that, then give us more fights. Not just snippets. It's a tournament. Let's see how badass they all are. Damian’s fight scenes in #6 were beautiful but brief. I hope the next issues will give us more of that. As someone who does like Damian x OC fics, I can’t blame the author for wanting to hype their own OC, but I am also a great fan of friends to lovers, slow burns, friendships can be just as great as romantic relationships, of taking the time for mental/emotional growth.
Anyways, if you've made it to the end of this commentary, I applaud you. Once again, if you do like the whole Damian x Flatline thing, that's cool. I don't, but I do understand to an extent why people find it appealing. And if you think the Robin 2021 series is amazing, then I am happy for you -- I wish I could be this enthusiastic about it.
P.S just saw the cover for issue #7 or is it #8 ? I think I may cry.
#damian wayne#flatlinedc#robin 2021#spoilers#just an analysis of how I am finding this series so far#robin 2021 spoilers it's not a terrible series but not good either imo
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Borrowed Time - Chapter One - The New Guy
Words: 3173
Warnings: Swearing... think that’s it for this chapter :)
Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, Mark (OC), Tiffany (OC), Mentions of Sam Winchester
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
A/N: So this is the first series I’ve written in a while or at least the first one I’ve posted! So I hope you guys like it! The next chapters will be out every Friday, until it’s finished :) The series will probably only be around 6 chapters long, but I really hope you enjoy it! Let me know If you want to be tagged in this series or in any of my other taglists :D
Beta: @negans-lucille-tblr Thanks babe ❤😘
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You let out a shaky breath as you take your seat at the back of the class, hoping that he will just leave you alone today. One of the new guys at school had developed a thing for you, ever since you’d ignored him on his first day, it was like he was determined to get you to talk to him. Lately though he’s been getting under your skin, and you’re so close to giving in. Sure the guy was hot, in fact, he may have been the hottest guy you’d ever seen, but he was also one of the biggest players in the school. The exception being in the last two weeks, where he had barely spoken to another girl who wasn’t you. Safe to say that had started the rumour mill. Then you hear the murmuring starting in the room, and that unmistakable feeling prickles across your skin.
You fight the urge to look up, but it’s like your eyes are drawn to him, like some kind of magnet is connecting the two of you. You finally give in and look up to find him already watching you, gorgeous green eyes locked on yours. Trying to look away is pointless, you know that by now. You do you best to calm your nerves enough so that you’re finally able to drop your eyes to your desk, and start pulling out the things you need for the upcoming lesson.
That doesn’t stop your entire body tensing when the chair beside you scrapes along the floor loudly as it’s pulled out. It’s almost like you can feel the eyes of everyone in the hall turn on you. You can’t control the way that your body responds to the sound of his deep voice.
“Mind if I sit here, Y/N?” he asks quietly. You try and ignore the gasps that practically echo around the large room, as you force yourself to look up at him again.
Swallowing around the lump in your throat you nod.
“Um, yeah, sure. If you want to,” you answer shakily. You hate how your voice sounds, but if he’s noticed then he doesn’t let on. He gives you one of those panty dropping smiles as he takes the seat next to you, and you could swear your entire face flames bright red.
You inwardly roll your eyes when you see Tiffany Chase heading over to your table. You never understood how she had come to be the most popular girl on the campus, but clearly dating every guy in existence was a good trait to have these days. That was yet another reason you were glad about not being “popular”, whatever the hell that even meant.
She leans on your desk, until her tits are practically in Dean’s face, but to his credit, and your surprise he doesn’t look. Instead he sits back in his chair, eyes immediately fixed on hers, not wandering her body, or the cleavage she's so blatantly offering him. She makes a point not to even spare you a glance, which is completely fine since you have no interest in what she’s giving away.
“I thought you were gonna show me your car, baby? Why don’t you ditch the charity case and come and have some fun with a real woman?” she purrs seductively, curling her fingers around Dean’s loose tie.
You wish you were anywhere but here, but you know there’s no other seats in class now, so your only other option is to pray for the ground to swallow you whole. You’re a little taken aback though when Dean’s large hand wraps around her tiny wrist and pulls her hand away, still remaining surprisingly gentle, especially with the look of thunder that’s overtaken his features.
“Sorry, Tilly. Change of plans, I told you last week, and a few times this week… if memory serves. Besides, there’s only room for one woman in my life.” As he says this you feel his hand resting on your knee, and you turn to look at him to tell him to move. But you stop yourself when you see the pleading look on his face.
Tiffany scoffs in disbelief, and has a look on her face like he just slapped her.
“It’s Tiffany,” she corrects him sharply, before she turns her gaze on you. And you have to fight every instinct not to push your body back into your chair, instead you sit straighter, trying to keep your face neutral.
“Can you like… move or something. Dean and I really need to talk, I think you’re making him uncomfortable,” she huffs, as if your mere presence disgusts her.
“Sorry, Tiff. I think you're the one who’s making my boyfriend uncomfortable, actually. He’s just being too polite, could you please just leave us alone now? I believe he’s asked you enough.”
It takes everything you have not to throw up the contents of your stomach, where the fuck did that come from?! You inwardly scold yourself, trying to hold your nerve. But to your surprise, Dean takes your hand and gives it a squeeze, and throws his other arm over your shoulder.
His lips press to your ear, and you can’t hold back the shiver.
“Thank you, I owe you,” he whispers, and you can already feel the blush creeping up your neck, the entire class is staring at the three of you like you’re aliens. But Dean’s currently more than enough of a distraction.
Her shrill laugh echoes around the room, followed by most of her bitch club behind her.
“Oh sweetie, no. Don’t be silly now. There is no way on this planet that you could be his girlfriend, you’d be extremely lucky to get a pity fuck with a normal guy, but Dean? No way. Now move, before I move you.”
Your heart drops into your stomach, but you refuse to look away from her. However, before you can even utter a word, Dean’s voice drops to a low growl.
“I don’t give a shit about your name, or you. You don’t get to talk to her like that, and you lay a finger on her, I promise you’ll regret it. So, whatever your name is, unless you want me to tell Mark that you’re trying to fuck me... and just about every other guy you set your eyes on, I suggest you go back to your own seat. But first, I think you owe my girlfriend a fucking apology.” You watch the colour all but drain from her face.
You lick your lips nervously as you turn to look at him, seeing the fire burning in his eyes, but his eyes don’t move from Tiffany’s face.
“Dean, it’s okay. It doesn’t matter,” you whisper sounding a little desperate even to your own ears. You rest your hand on his tensed bicep, trying to ignore the way you're clamping your thighs together, because this might just be the sexiest thing you’ve ever been a part of. Even if you had only started this ruse to get him out of an awkward situation. Nobody had ever defended you like this before, especially not this publicly.
“Oh, it does matter, baby girl. Isn’t that right?” Dean asks, mock sweetness in his voice and his arm tightens around your shoulders.
“F-Fine. I’m sorry, Y/N,” she responds the best she can with the amount her voice is shaking, before hurrying back to her friends.
The teacher walks in the classroom, forcing everyone's attention to the front, and you try to ignore the sense of loss you feel when his arm leaves your shoulders. But that feeling is quickly replaced when he takes your hand and links your fingers with his, and rests them on the table top between you.
“Dean, we should talk,” you whisper, when the teacher turns back to the board.
“Later, sweetheart, wouldn’t want you getting in trouble,” he smirks, pressing a lingering kiss to your already flaming red cheek.
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Unfortunately, you don’t get time to talk to Dean, and you don’t see him after your last lesson either. You try to ignore the snickering and staring as you start to walk through the parking lot to make your way home, though it affects you more than you’d care to admit. When you don’t see any sign of him, you continue to walk lost in thought, knowing that it will take you at least half an hour but it’s worth it, because you can’t stay here.
You’ve been walking for about ten minutes when you hear a car roll to a stop behind you, the soft purr of the engine calming slightly as the window is wound down. You can’t help but smile as you turn around, and sure enough, there he is. Sitting in the driver's seat with a cocky smirk on his face. He leans over to the passenger side and pushes the door open, “you gonna get in, sweetheart? We can talk while I drive you home.”
You walk closer and fold your arms over your chest, raising your eyebrows at him through the now open car door.
“And what makes you so sure I wanna get in your car?” you ask through your own smirk.
“Come on now, is that any way to speak to your boyfriend? Just get that sexy ass in the car so that we can talk.” There’s a teasing note to his voice, and your smile widens despite yourself.
“Fine. I’ll get in… but only because we do need to talk,” you tell him, trying not to laugh as you climb in the front seat and close the door behind you.
“Whatever you have to tell yourself, princess,” he laughs, tossing his sunglasses in the backseat. You give him your address, and he quickly works out the new route, before starting to drive again. He clears his throat and shifts awkwardly where he sits, before glancing between you and the road.
“I owe you, for what you did today in class. You didn’t need to save my ass, but you did it anyway. I really appreciate that.”
You blush shyly as you look at him, “I was going to apologise honestly. I don’t know what came over me, I guess I just wanted to help out… somehow, I know people can be a lot for anyone, no matter who you are,” you laugh awkwardly, rubbing your clammy hands over your skirt.
Dean shakes his head, and a smile crosses his plump lips.
“Sweetheart, don’t apologise, you did me a massive favour and I really can’t thank you enough,” he sighs regretfully, as he pulls into your driveway.
You thank him for the ride, but before you move to climb out of the car he grabs hold of your wrist gently, and you turn back to him questioningly.
“Is everything okay, Dean?” you ask nervously, wondering what he might say. You’re not sure whether to lean in or turn away when he turns in his seat to face you.
He pulls his phone out of his pocket and hands it to you with a smile, “can I have your number?” You’re a little surprised at how shy he sounds, but you smile as you take his phone.
“I just think it might be a little odd trying to play along with this, especially if we can’t even get ahold of each other.”
“You make a good point there, Winchester. But for the record, I would’ve given it to you anyway,” you smile fondly, phoning yourself from his phone, so that you have each other’s numbers, before handing it back.
“So… How long do you wanna play boyfriend and girlfriend?” you wonder aloud, noticing the way that he blushes and scratches at the back of his neck, before focusing back on you again.
Dean clears his throat and shifts closer to you.
“About that…” he trails off, and you feel a blanket of nervous confusion settle between the two of you.
“What about it?” you question nervously.
“Would you be okay if we stayed together, at least until I have to leave town, I know it’s a lot to ask, but…” before he can continue you cut him off, resting a hand on his thigh.
His eyes snap to yours, and you quickly pull your hand away and clear your throat.
“You don’t need to explain, Dean. Besides, it was my dumb ass that got us into this mess. It’s really the least I can do,” you smile genuinely, and an obvious moment passes between the two of you, a moment which is completely unexplainable. But there’s a knock on the window closest to you that pulls the two of you out of it.
You jump back harshly, your back practically slamming into Dean’s shoulder when someone leans against his car, and his head is already half way through the window.
“Damn, I almost didn’t believe it when Tiff told me you were seein’ some frigid bitch, Dean. You hit that yet?”
Dean growls, and you can feel him stiffen beside you as he wraps a protective arm around your waist, like he can shield you from Mark’s words. It’s actually really sweet of him.
“Maybe you should tell your girlfriend to mind her own fucking business, and you should do the same, Mark. Before I put you on your skinny little ass.”
Mark lets out a deep boom of a laugh, and leans further into the car, his eyes sweeping over your body, clearly not taking Dean’s words seriously. It makes you feel nothing like Dean makes you feel when he looks at you, this guy makes your skin crawl and your stomach lurch.
“Shit, that’s gotta be one sweet pussy if she’s got you so whipped already.”
Before Dean can speak, you sit up a little straighter, and glare at Mark. Feeling Dean stiffen behind you gives you the confidence you need to get these words out.
“Why don’t you tell your whore of a girlfriend to stop trying to fuck my man, it’s really kind of pathetic. He’s not interested,” you huff out, hardly able to stand looking at him, so you turn to face Dean who’s smirking right at you, and way closer than you’d first imagined.
Mark starts to grumble something behind the two of you, but neither of you are really listening, and you can’t stop staring at Dean as he cups your cheek in his big hand.
“What she said,” Dean agrees easily, his husky voice sending shivers up your spine. You let his thumb brush your bottom lip, “you’re even sexier than usual when you’re jealous,” he smirks confidently, leaning in a little closer.
You swallow thickly, your fingers just barely manage to wrap around his wrist.
“Kiss me,” you whisper, watching as his eyes flick down to your lips, and he licks his own. There are so many reasons this is a bad idea, but for the life of you you can’t currently think of any.
Dean doesn’t even hesitate, before you can blink his lips are pressing against yours. The kiss is firm and his lips are so soft that you quickly lose yourself in the kiss, and you feel like your entire body is being drawn in by him.
He pulls back all too soon. His eyes are lidded as he looks at you, and his hand moves from your jaw, to cup the back of your neck. His hands feel huge, as he tugs lightly at your hair and you gasp against his parted lips.
“I s-should probably get going,” you whisper shakily, letting your fingers trace over the skin of his chest, where his shirt buttons are undone.
Neither of you even attempt to move, and before you think about it too much your lips are brushing against his again. He pulls you against him tightly and deepens the kiss, making you all but melt against him, and his hands remain firm against you as he effortlessly takes control of the kiss. You feel yourself edging closer, heart pounding in your ears and your head foggy, it takes everything you have to pull away from him, but you just about manage it. Looking up into his lidded eyes as you both pant hard, you swallow thickly and look over your shoulder, relieved to find that Mark has gone.
Dean cups your cheek when you turn back to him, his face the perfect picture of lust.
“You should go in, sweetheart. Or I might change my mind about letting you go… but I’ll text you tonight, okay?” he rasps, pecking your lips.
You can feel yourself blushing as you nervously bite your lip.
“What makes you think I want you to let me go?” you giggle as he leans in closer again, he’s so warm and smells incredible.
“Oh trust me, if this had anything to do with what I want to do, you’d already be screaming my name,” Dean all but growls.
“Dean.” His name is a whisper on your lips, and you can hear the blood rushing in your ears again.
Dean lets out a deep groan and shifts awkwardly in his seat.
“Shit, you don’t make it easy on a guy, sweetheart,” he smiles, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
“You live here by yourself?” he asks suddenly, nodding over to your house, clearly trying to change the subject.
You shake yourself from your heady daze, trying your best to concentrate on what he’s saying. Clearing your throat you give him a small nod, unable to stop the smile from crossing your lips.
“At the minute, yeah. It’s usually me and my best friend, but she’s away visiting family this week. It’s good though, much closer to campus than my parents’ house,” you explain happily, remembering the way that she had told you to take advantage of the free house, but then you notice a strange look crossing his face.
“Sounds nice. I’ve never really had anywhere like this, my family didn’t really stay anywhere too long, not since my mom died. My dad has to travel a lot for work, and I’m learning the ropes, so I can take over one day.”
Your heart aches for him, and you have no idea how it’s even possible to feel this close to someone you’ve only known for a little over a month.
“I’m so sorry, Dean. It doesn’t sound like you’ve had much time to just be you. If you ever need to get away, I have no intention of moving any time soon, you’re welcome to stay here,” you tell him softly, resting a gentle hand on his arm, until he finally looks at you again.
“Thanks, sweetheart. That means more than you know, and I promise I’ll text you later. We can talk more then, okay?”
You lean in close and press your lips against his, the kiss lingers a little, before you finally pull away and whisper against his lips, “I’ll be holding you to that, Dean.”
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With more articulation, I'm ready to talk about why the push for Lokius simply bothers me, and this can be said for other m/m or w/w ships that fans push to be canon so hard just because they ship it.
It's the framing. The framing that if Marvel doesn't do it (or whatever the brand is), it's because homophobia, and if other fans don't like it/ship it, it's because homophobia (even if they ship other queer ships and are queer themselves.) And the biggest problem with that is that it overshadows the REAL issue of lack of queer representation on screen in mainstream nerd media, especially from big things under the Disney umbrella (Marvel and Lucasfilm/Star Wars, especially.)
It makes it bad that your ship isn't canon instead of bad that there haven't been any queer romances on screen in the MCU.
And like, as a writer myself, I find myself dissecting the stories of other media all the time. I can watch an MCU movie or series and pretty much assess what direction the story is going in by the narrative points they're hitting. I knew Sylki was basically gonna happen (even if just a kiss) because narratively, that's what the show was doing as soon as they had that "what is love" conversation on Lamentis-1. It didn't mean I liked it. But I knew it was happening.
Similarly, there's no romantic undertones to Loki and Mobius. None. For Marvel to make them a couple, it would mean they'd be doing it simply because the two present as men and it would make stans happy. And while there's something to be said for fan service, it would be annoying to watch them cram two guys together who aren't romantic in the slightest. I'd much rather see Loki meet some guy and have the same type of undertones they were giving to Sylvie and form a real bond to where the kiss feels earned and warranted. Not just put him with the nearest man because "he gay lol."
And how you guys are claiming it's being queer that makes you want this is beyond me. It's not being queer that makes you want this. I don't want queer characters that fuck everyone of whatever gender(s) they're attracted to even when it doesn't make sense for them to. I want real love stories. I mean, yeah, sometimes we can have a slut character, because that's fun, too, but that's not even what y'all think Lokius is. You seem to want them to be in love. But why? Because he's the first friend Loki made that isn't through Thor?
I hate that, too, because I hate this idea that queer people cannot have friends of their same gender without wanting to fuck them. IDK how y'all are, maybe y'all are like that, but I almost never have wanted to fuck any of my friends. The only few exceptions have been when I tried to befriend someone I had a crush on (in which case, usually the friendship can't work, really, because I have a crush on them.) I also think it's okay if you can have casual sex with friends, or if you have a friendship that develops into romance, but Jesus, do you people not have friends that you don't want to fuck? I am bi, maybe more pan (gender kind of doesn't matter to me, I guess) and I'm friends with people of all kinds of gender identities and like... I love them as people, which is why they're my friends, but I DO NOT want to fuck them. Especially my closest friend. I talked about her, before, here, but she's like my sister. The thought of fucking her is gross, to me. Not because she's gross, but because it feels incestuous.
Loki shouldn't want to fuck Mobius just because they developed a friendship. And that's very much how it's written on the series. They almost dislike each other (or Mobius is at least indifferent to Loki) and then they become friends.
That's not to mention the power dynamic that exists, there. And I know some of y'all are subs, but yeah, it's a bit gross to imply a sexual relationship with Loki's captor.
But on to Sylki. It sucks that I feel like most of y'all hate Sylki because Sylvie is a girl, and not just because it's bad in other ways. Like, the reasons Sylki is bad have less to do with "it should have been Mobius" and more to do with it being a lazy 1980s action movie plot that should have never happened. I'm not as creeped out by the selfcest (as many of you wouldn't have been if she was a he, I'm almost positive), but what's bad about it is that they couldn't have a strong female lead character without her being the love interest of the main guy. She didn't need to be, especially because she was a Loki variant, anyway. There was no need for it to have romantic undertones, and there was no need for them to kiss. It was sexist more than it was homophobic (and I can't help feeling like y'all are kind of being biphobic in this case. Maybe I'll talk about that, later, but yeah.) It was sexist bullshit. And there's valid criticism that Sylvie is underdeveloped. She's just angry and something for Loki to project affection onto.
I was also hoping they'd do a "found family" type of thing with Sylvie and Loki and let her be like the sister he never knew he needed, but no, they had to go trope and make her the love interest. It was lazy and bad and basically went "If Loki girl, main Loki want bone!"
Basically, having the main character fall for a character just because of their proximity and gender is bad and I hate it (and it would have been bad with Mobius, too, but yeah.)
Both the Mobius and the Sylvie thing also feel kind of racist, to me, because the show has prominent Black women who aren't even presented as desirable to Loki. And y'all, of course, ship him with anyone but the Women of Color. Y'all can pull true love with Mobius out of your ass, but he couldn't possibly fall for the Black women. lol.
Anyway. Not every show needs ships, and this show shouldn't have had any. I hate it. It's bad.
I guess on the biphobia front, I have heard some takes that it's not biphobic because Loki being queer in the MCU which hasn't shown any queer relationships, and Loki being the first openly queer character means they shouldn't have shown him with a woman presenting character. Which, I guess I get where you're coming from... but I have also been in fandoms for a long time and I see mostly girls saying this shit, which is what leads me to feel like it's simply jealousy. It happens all the time when a long-beloved single male character/celebrity suddenly starts dating a woman. Everyone hates it. And like, we haven't seen Loki be with ANYONE in the MCU, because mostly he's been doing villainy and his dating life hasn't been relevant. If the demigod says he's bi, he can kiss a woman. Especially a woman version of himself. Like I said, I hate it for other reasons, but pretending it's because he should have kissed Mobius is utterly delusional. He probably shouldn't have kissed anyone. Not in this series. There was no reason for any canon romance, especially because the show has a season 2 and we'll have time to see Loki develop earned, deserved romance with someone.
I'd much rather see them create a character just to be his boyfriend than have y'all push Marvel into making Lokius canon, which is a nonsense ship that only happened because Mobius is the only prominent male-presenting character before we meet the other Lokis.
My sincere wish is for people to remember that their ships are just ships and to enjoy them without getting all self-righteous about it. I TOLD y'all that Lokius wasn't gonna be canon like 4 episodes back, and here y'all are acting shocked and like Marvel took something from you. NOBODY expected y'all to ship Lokius. It's not even queerbait.
You can make clear arguments as to why Sambucky was queerbait. It's there in undertones in the actual series.
You cannot watch Loki and tell me you thought it was queerbait, unless you think men can't have conversations or hug goodbye without being romantically involved. Which means, in my opinion, that you need to learn about healthy masculinity.
Again, this is not a defense of Marvel. They DO need to let characters be queer, for real, and not just by saying " A bit of both". Like, let Loki be queer. Let Deadpool be queer. Let these queer characters be queer on screen. Yes.
But please stop making it about your ship. I'd rather see a flashback of Loki dating a guy and see him kiss someone he loved back on Asgard than watch y'all force Lokius. Because my queer rep is not about your crackship. It really isn't. And the fact that y'all keep calling us homophobic for not liking your ship REALLY needs to be addressed.
Like, when will y'all stop? I got on Stucky shippers about this shit in the past. All of us gay as hell, too, we just don't like YOUR ship. A lot of us like other queer ships. A lot of us like queer ships in other fandoms, too, and even have queer OCs. YOUR ship just ain't it. Stop forcing it. Literally, most of the ship wars between MCU fans have been queer ship vs queer ship, not really queer ship vs straight ship. Like, the number one Stucky rival ship was Stony. Not Steggy. People are not homophobic for not wanting your ship.
Sometimes it's because they ship something else.
And sometimes, like me, it's because they want something to make sense narratively and not happen for the sake of it happening. It's always better writing to have a character meetcute a new love interest than to magically turn a platonic friendship into a romantic relationship. Like, even when the characters are straight. Like, when Moesha dated Hakeem. It was just weird, even if he was kind of a great boyfriend. He was just supposed to be her friend, and people didn't really like it because it didn't fit narratively.
And that's why ships for the most part should be left to fanfiction, with the exception of a few where fans are right to call out the writers for not making it canon because it's clearly bait (like what happened to Destiel shippers. To see Lokius shippers compare themselves to THAT was so ridiculous. Destiel shippers had a decade of evidence only to be let down by a criminally unfair ending. Lokius shippers saw two men have a deep conversation once and lost their minds.)
Anyway, I'm not saying don't ship Lokius. I don't even hate it, really. I just think it obviously shouldn't be canon, and fans pretending like they were robbed of it is ridiculous. Literally, Ao3 exists for this reason. I will never see Steve fuck Sam Wilson, so I wrote it into my fanfic. I am not mad that they didn't actually date in the main MCU storyline.
#mcu#shippers#loki#loki series#marvel#shippers literally drive me bonkers#most of the criticism I'm seeing of the Loki series essentially boils down to Lokius didn't happen#and like .... it was never going to happen#please leave us alone#Ao3 is a great place to enjoy ship you're never going to see in the movies or on TV#please do that#don't try to call everyone homophobic for not liking your ridiculous ship#and don't obscure the legitimate criticism with your Lokius bullshit#Sylki was bad because it's sexist#she was like every woman in an 80s action movie#there to kick butt and motivate the hero with her lips#sylki isn't bad because lokius is good#lokius is bad too#it's just that both of them are okay for fanfiction#everyone wants that#just ship it#i'm begging
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