#he has latched onto my brain and won't let go

[casual--scare]

He is so silly I can't stop drawing him

#kinitopet #kinito #he has latched onto my brain and won't let go #well at least drawing him's fun #casual art

[seresinhangmanjake]

Super Soft!Simon Riley x reader - You're terrified that Simon's not making safe choices when he's on deployment, so he comforts you. (fluff, allusion to future smut (barely), drunk johnny, cod inaccuracies)

Johnny recounts the tale of their hard-earned achievement—a victory, as they have deemed it—with a number of beers in his system that you’ve long stopped counting. As he sits at your kitchen table, he is looser, giddier, freer with his words, and spares no detail of your boyfriend’s selfless acts of bravery during their last deployment. Acts that got him shot at; one of those bullets finding their home.

You’d be proud of him, if not for the fear that built up over months from recurring nightmares and an overactive imagination—all of which had you losing the love of your life. But that’s not out of character. You think about yourself, you think about your boyfriend, before you think about the lives he saves when he’s away from you. Maybe it’s wrong, or unfair, but you can’t help it.

While Simon’s work is not something he ever kept secret, you don’t need the reminder that the preservation of his life is not always his priority. It can't be. There are other factors that dictate his future. He has a team, people who depend on him. He has responsibilities and orders to follow. Control is often snatched from his fingertips. And so, what does that mean for the two of you? 

You don’t care to think about it. Not tonight. Not at midnight from a friend who should have passed out on your couch hours ago. So you stretch, yawn, and excuse yourself for bed before your brain implodes from any more of Johnny’s ramblings.

Simon knows. He spent the night squeezing your hip each time you tensed in his lap at Johnny’s words, and now, as you stand to head to the bedroom, he holds onto your hand until your fingers slip from his. Deep brown eyes are filled with guilt and apology and all you can offer in return is a slight upturn of the lips that barely qualifies as a smile.

Away from the men, you cry in your and Simon’s shared bed, waiting for him to encourage Johnny to the couch. There's a few more loud laughs, a whine when Simon cuts off his friend's alcohol supply, and then a final groan of acceptance as you hear the springs of your couch squeak under the weight of a muscled body. It’s only when the animated snores of your drunk friend reach your ears that the door to your room creaks on its hinges.

Simon’s footsteps are thumps muffled by carpeting. From your peripherals you see him shed his clothes as he moves to you. Shoes, then t-shirt, then jeans, until he's in his underwear and settling onto the mattress behind you. 

His arm slips under yours around your waist and he tugs your back to his chest, into the cocoon of warmth. 

“Do you know what I thought when I first saw you?” he asks, gruff and thick. His voice rumbles from his chest, vibrating against your spine as his breath brushes your ear. “That my life is over.

“Everything I want, everything I need—none of it matters anymore. All because of one look at a woman who was too busy with her friends to notice me,” he says. “I thought, I'm ruined now. If you leave this bar right this second, I won't be able to forget you. And if you don't leave, I can't ever let you go. I didn't know your name and you had me ready to change my whole world for you.”

You sniffle but don't bother to wipe away the tear that escapes. “That's insane, Si,” you whisper.

“It is,” he agrees, pressing a kiss just under your ear. “But it happened. I let you in and you latched on to my entire existence like this beautiful, little parasite. Just like I wanted you to. My life ended and it became our life. 

“I don't take a single step without considering you. Not here and not there. So if you think I don't try to be careful when I'm gone, you're wrong,” he tells you. “I try for you. I try for us.”

Yet, ‘trying’ means he still gets injured; he gets another circular scar to add to the healed knife slashes and the burned patch on his upper arm. ‘Trying’ is not always about picking the safer of two options, but about optimizing luck, which is rare enough as it is. And that terrifies you.

“What if you step wrong not knowing that it's wrong?” you ask. “What if you think it's right and then you're gone? You can't tell me that will never happen.”

Simon sighs. “No, I can't. But you trust me, don't you?”

Turning in his arms—your nose nearly nudging his—you place your hand on his cheek and run your thumb along his cheekbone. “Of course I do.”

“Then don't mourn me while I'm still here, love,” he breathes against your lips. “Can you do that for me?”

You nod, because you’d do anything for him. 

“Good girl.” Simon smiles lightly and slides his palm from your back down the length of your arm. He squeezes your fingers, then moves further, tucking his hand into the front of your underwear. “My girl,” he whispers and presses his lips to yours.

A/N: i dont usually write different stuff but i felt like it so i did

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley #cod mw2 #ghost x reader #call of duty #simon riley x you #cod ghost #johnny soap mactavish

[ghouljams]

Could we get Cowboy!Ghost getting drunk off his ass making a fool of himself and being overly affectionate, confessing his love to Goose, all in all just being a mess of a drunk pretty please?

Of course Maelstrom anything for you 💜 I have a cowboy!König in the works for you and more cowboy!Soap "corruption kink" Mactavish cooking.

Simon is absolutely smashed. It's his own fault really, you told him you'd drink him under the table and he hadn't believed you. He isn't used to moonshine, you really should've stopped him before he got to this point, but it was so fun watching him go shot for shot with you. You're pretty sloshed yourself, but he is just... it's cute, it's really really cute.

You're crouched in the grass between his knees, rubbing his thighs, trying to ground him just enough that he won't vomit all over the place. Although that might be a good thing, get some of the liquor out of his system. No, the way he was boasting about being able to hold his liquor makes you think he'd be upset if you let him throw up.

"God, you've gotta get off your knees princess, give a man ideas." He slurs and if you weren't already so smitten with this man you might fall a little harder.

"Alright, shut yer eyes though, don't want you trackin' me with the spins," you wait for him to finish his grumbling and follow your order before you stand. You make the executive(drunken) decision to straddle his lap and he thumps his head onto your chest as soon as you settle on his lap.

His arms circle your waist and you let him hug you close to cuddle. You try not to coo at him as you thread your fingers through his hair, but he's so sweet like this you can't help one little affection. He grumbles more in response.

"Nobody told me you were gonna be a cuddly drunk," you grin, fingers dipping under his mask to scratch the back of his neck lightly. You press your thumb behind his ear, easy pressure points to keep the nausea at bay.

"'M not," you mumbles against your chest, you bite your lip and try not to laugh, "'m jus' in love with you." You are very much not laughing at that. Your fingers still and you feel Simon nuzzle against you, searching for more attention.

"You love me?" You whisper, because you don't want the rest of the group to hear. Their fun dims in the background, your world narrowing to just you and the man in your arms.

Simon hums an affirmative, "Want you to marry me, have my stupid fat babies."

"Babies? Plural?" Your brain latches on to the only thing it can, there's a non-zero chance Simon has blacked out and this is not how youre going to get engaged, "What happened to not fit to parent?"

He tips his head back, resting his chin against your sternum, the stars reflected in those gorgeous brown eyes you love so much. "I could do it with you," he tells you, and your heart could burst at how soft and honest he sounds, "I'm better with you."

God actually maybe this is how you want to get engaged. You want to bottle this moment, this look in Simon's eye, and save it for the rest of your life. His head moves with the steady rise and fall of your breaths, he looks at you like he never wants anything else than what he has right now. Just you and him sitting under the stars, breathing together.

You kiss him and he tastes like the best moonshine you've ever had, like canned peaches and stale tobacco, like the rest of your life, like Simon. His lips move against yours slow and gentle, he can never believe that a girl like you is kissing a guy like him. He savors everything you give him and then some.

The way you look when you wake up, the way you stretch your arms over your head and groan when you think no one's watching, the way you make every allowance for him and never ask him for anything but him in return. Why wouldn't he love you? Why wouldn't he tell you, show you, every chance he got.

"I love you too," you tell him softly, and his chest clenches so tight he thinks he might be having a heart attack out of shear joy.

"I'll get you a ring," he promises, and you really hope he hasn't blacked out because he's going to be real embarrassed in the morning if he remembers this.

"If we're being proper about this you gotta ask Daddy for my hand," you tell him just to watch him pout and shove his face back into your chest.

"Maybe we elope."

#i have another bonfire ask that im going to use for the making a fool of himself part #but this is so cute and sweet and i am so in love with Goose and Ghost's relationship #to love is to better!!! to love is to forgive and heal and move forward hand in hand! #hand in loveable hand!!!! #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #ghost x reader #x reader #maelstrom you absolute fucking beauty i love you so much #thank u for all your comments and asks and ideas #do you want one of my kidneys? you can have it #jk or am i #cowboy!Ghost #oc: goose #cowboy!141

[restinslices]

Heyyy omg first i wanted to say how much i love the things you write!! Thanks for giving me for free teehee ;p Second... sorry i always feel so awkward when i ask someone to write something that i dream of, like, i'm demanding or being selfish lmaooo im sorry for rambling... SORRY I NEED TO ASK ONLY YOU CAN DO IIITTTTT: So, i was watching Avatar: the legend of aang and there is this part when the group goes to a theater and Katara (the protagonist love interest) sits and then one of the group sits beside her and the protagonist is like "hey can you let me sit there?" its so cute like... SO SORRY, But do you think would be nice a fic, headcanon or anything when the reader is very liked by Kung Lao, Johnny and Kenshi (or any character you like) and they kind fight each other to stay closer to the reader or spend more time with them... Sorry for my bad english i had to let this out...

Idk why my brain was struggling to figure out how to write this but there we are. I hope you like it!

You were waiting for this particular movie for a long time and although you told them that coming with you wasn't necessary and you didn't wanna be a bother, they decided to join anyway 

To you it looks like “wow, my friends are so nice”. To them it's “I can't wait to spend more time- y'all are coming too?!”

The fighting to stay near you begins early on

You ask to ride shotgun and obviously they say yes. Now they're fighting over who drives 

Kung Lao says he can drive because he'll get you there quicker 

Johnny says he can drive because he's the better driver and won't get you arrested (Kung Lao tends to speed)

Kenshi… well… he knows to sit this one out 

None of them get their way though because Raiden ends up driving 

Which annoys all of them because Raiden is the only one who doesn't like you 

Childhood best friends who could only see each other as siblings type of shit. It pisses all of them off because that means Raiden is always near you 

You go to a store to get snacks because who actually buys snacks at the movie theater? 

And they are latched to you

You say to spread out and get whatever candy or snacks they want and they all magically want whatever snacks are in the aisle you're in 

It's pathetic 

Little problem though. You have two sides and it's three of them

There's behind you but it's not the same. It doesn't feel like they're apart of a conversation 

“Everyone thinks I'm blind so to avoid suspicion, I should hold onto you”

Kenshi’s resourceful (I still don't know if he can see now or just in combat) 

That guarantees him a spot by your side 

Now the two most conceded people gotta fight for that next spot 

Johnny immediately slides next to you but Kung Lao squeezes in and pretends he sees candy he really likes 

He actually hates Sweet Tarts but it worked at least 

These two are giving each other funny looks the whole time in the store 

That's pretty much all they do the whole time you're in the store. Just sliding in between each other 

Then you get back in the car and Raiden drives again, which still bothers them 

You get to the theater, get your tickets and get to your room or whatever it's called. Last movie I saw in theaters was Black Widow-

You like sitting in the outer seat though so that means only one person can sit by you 

Raiden goes to sit by you and at this point, they think it's on purpose 

Johnny shoves $20 in his hand and has him sit somewhere else 

So now the other two are mentally booing 

Johnny goes to use the bathroom and Kung Lao sits in his seat, even though you say Johnny is gonna want his spot back 

And of course Johnny comes back and wants Kung Lao to move, which causes a whisper argument and you have to take matters into your own hands and tell them both to move and for Kenshi to sit by you since they wanna be childish 

They legit wanna kill each other now 

“Everything was going fine. Why'd you take my spot?!” “You moved!” “I hate you” “Hate your debt” “Weren't you rejected as the champion?” “Weren't you?”

Kenshi is feeling great though. You guys are whispering and laughing the whole time 

He definitely feels better than the other two 

He makes sure to hold his bladder. Y'all are not finna fuck him over 

The other two are side eyeing him the whole time

They use passing snacks as a way to still chat but you’re like “bro there’s a movie on”

The movie ends and you guys leave and they don't even protest about Raiden driving because they know it is what it is 

They drop you off first and once you're inside, the yelling starts 

Multiple things are revealed 

A) Raiden knew what he was doing. He finds it funny. 

B) Kung Lao and Johnny are now enemies for life 

C) Kenshi believes he has a better chance with you now 

More events will be planned and this will happen all over again so good luck 

Y’all I made a library run and I’m so hype for these books. Y’all don’t understand. I was riding my bike back home with a smile on my face

#mk1 #mk1 2023 #mortal kombat 1 #kung lao #johnny cage #kenshi takahashi #raiden #kung lao x reader #johnny cage x reader #kenshi takashi x reader #kung lao headcanons #johnny cage headcanons #kenshi takahashi headcanons #mk1 headcanons

[neverchecking]

Guess who’s back ✨

Cinderrr!! 🩵🩵🩵🩵 I’m loving the NSFW alphabets so far, I can’t wait for the next one! No rush of course 🩵 But also what you wrote for Quickie in Time’s NSFW alphabet— “Maybe he's fingering you in the dead of night and hoping that you can stay quiet enough to not wake anyone.” Got me thinking.

Maybe I shouldn’t admit this, but I’ve been drinking so I currently have no shame and am anon ✨ but I am,, not the loudest during sex. Literally no noise. Am 🔇. I grew up in a large family and with barely any time to myself, not to mention I lived in an apartment for most of my life with my large family, so shit kinda stayed with me even during sex to be as silent as possible.

Ofc not a request but more so me just wondering, who in the Chain would have the most fun making Reader— who is silent during sex— make the loudest noises? Also I know I said whenever I talk about Chain, it would automatically include Cal and Sage, but Cinder, my beloved, you’ve made me fall in love with Courage and Koridai 🩵

This can be done in list format if you’d like, it doesn’t have to be, I’d just love any thoughts you have on this ^u^

— 🫐 anon

Welcome back, 🫐anon! There's no shame here! We're all little Deviants! Bc, honestly, me too. I also have to stay quiet because our walls are thin.

Drink some water, bestie, and take care of yourself! But also have fun!

Most fun:

Courage. He loves teasing and dragging all forms of noises out of his lover. He takes it as a challenge. And he's playing dirty. He's biting and pulling and nipping and- Having the absolute time of his life seeing if he can pull those delicious noises out of his lover.

Sage. Also sees it as a challenge. Not only that, but he sees it as a way of marking his territory. If everyone can hear the way his silent prince(ss) cries for him and him alone, based on the pleasure only he can bring them, it marks them as his. And there is nothing more perfect than that.

Hyrule. This may be controversial, but hear me out. Hyrule has this overbearing fear of disappointing you running him ragged every chance he gets. But if he can get you to cry out for him, breaking you from your silent streak, it's like a breath of fresh air. He had done that. He was good enough to break you from habits that have been growing from the start. And if that isn't just a pump of pure self-confidence.

Fierce. He's too quiet himself. He needs to hear something, and getting you to sing like the song bird you are? Music to his ears. He loves getting you to cry out his favorite tune. Especially since it won't be competing with his own silence any time soon.

Wild. It's a game to him. Especially if your out in public. He loves seeing just how far he can go with you, plucking your strings until your either forced to muffle your noises or letting the whole world know his name.

Four. He loves using all sorts of methods to pry those noises out of you. It's not so much a game to you, rather a...scientific experimentation. He's using different methods with different tempos or severities just to see what you respond to. And when he gets even the slightest reaction, he's amplifying it by ten.

Koridai. He's all for exploring new territories, including what makes his lover bend and buckle. He wishes to do it more often, but this subby little man can barely get through his own babbles, nevertheless get to yours.

Sky. He loves hearing his lover. It's the wordless praise that keeps him going, euphoria curling his every nerve ending. Of course, he won't go looking for it, that's his lover's prerogative, but when he gets even the slightest hint of noise? He's latching onto it. He's diving for more. Now that he knows it's possible, he's yearning for it. Like a hit of pure fucking dopamine to his lust riddled brain.

Twilight. Loves playing with his Lover. A part of me thinks that he also had to learn to be quiet, because everyone just came and went whenever in Ordon. He never knew if the kids were playing around with his training dummies or Rusl and Mayor Bo were coming over for a talk, so he had to learn to be quiet and listen. Once he has a partner though, he realizes how badly he needs to hear those noises. To let them sink into his skin in his own personal symphony. He'll even let his own out to encourage you! How sweet <3

Time. He has a reputation to uphold. That's the only thing holding him back whatsoever. If you're somewhere private, he doesn't care. He's getting those noises out of you. But unfortunately, you're never truly alone. The boys are either down the hall or somewhere nearby. But sometimes, he loves playing those games with you. Just to see how far he can take it.

Legend. Don't get him wrong, he loves all the noises you offer him, he's just much more focused on how you feel. He's taking in every one of your physical reactions, the way you squeeze around him, the way you claw at his back, all of it and using that instead to alter how he acts. He doesn't need noise to let him know you're making him feel good.

Warriors. He's a captain. He's got people needing his attention everywhere. Meaning he's never really alone. If it's in the dead of night, of course, he's digging for those noises, if only to make them loud enough for him to hear. But when it comes to quickies in his office or in the barracks? He unfortunately isn't allowed that privilege. Doesn't mean he won't make up for it later.

First. Knightly here adores the noises you make for him. But he's so duty bound it's hard to let himself go to truly appreciate these noises. But how he wants to hear them. He wants to let them echo in his ears over and over and over again. A hymn for his ears alone.

Calamity. So me and @mrswritter have come to the conclusion that our poor baby here is a virgin before you two meet. How lovely is that! So he hasn't yet mastered the art of pleasing his lover and not blowing his load within two pumps. You get off, no doubts, but he hasn't quite reached the level of getting past the suffocating grip you have on him after your own release without going through his own. After some more experience however...He'll get the hang of it.

hnng I'm on such a cal kick rn i just wanna hear everyone's hc on him please-

#cinder rambles #🫐anon #yandere linked universe #yandere linked universe x reader #linked universe x reader #linked universe #yandere legend of zelda #legend of zelda #linkeduniverse #loz #link x reader

[leftduck9986]

The Whickber Street Bees and Their Queen

Hello Tumblr! Testing, 1,2,3. Making the leap from Reddit, with thanks, to Kimberleyjean.

I understand that by now it should go without saying, however, it is with due diligence that I make sure to say, DO NOT ASK OR TAG NEIL GAIMAN IN FAN THEORY.

To begin, a look at the tv and book quotes re Bees -

S2E6, Crowley to Muriel: "Angels are like bees. Fiercely protective of their hive if you're trying to get inside. Once you're in, well, I mean … is it even faintly possible that an unauthorised demon might be just wandering around in Heaven un-escorted? (…)"

Originally, in the book, it's humans:

Sometimes human beings are very much like bees. Bees are fiercely protective of their hive, provided you are outside it. Once you’re in, the workers sort of assume that it must have been cleared by management and take no notice; various freeloading insects have evolved a mellifluous existence because of this very fact. Humans act the same way.

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There was a scorcher of a summer day a few weeks ago, 40 degrees Celsius outside! After spending the day keeping as still as possible, I had a nice cool shower in the evening, unfortunately it was right before the southerly arrived and with it the 90% humidity! Already sweating more than during the day, I was not a happy bee! 'Twas a thought that got the ball rolling and I began with having a bit of fun mulling over and re-working the bee quotes:

Humans are like bees - they don't like getting w- well, let's say instead that they don't like getting their clothes wet! So humans will shelter under an awning if there is one, or whip out the brolly.

Yeah, okay … … the brain eventually latched onto something to expand upon:

There's also the protective nature and strength-in-numbers aspect that has me hopeful there are plenty of good "bees" on Whickber Street, part of The Ineffable Plan.

And what do bees/humans do when they recognise ROYALTY?

(No research done at all for this - I'm only thinking of that scene in the movie, Jupiter Ascending, where Mila Kunis' character is surrounded by bees. Some fun for anyone who likes to make Good Omens memes?)

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S2E1 "Present Day" begins with a great sweeping shot of London from above, moving into Soho (as in the soundtrack) and seeing the flow of movement from this view - the imagery - suggests to me, that:

The Bookshop is the hive;

Immediately outside, a circling ring of Whickber Street "Bees";

The next level out, cars that are circling the block;

The arrival of others - two cars with boots open, behind which are the parked scooter and motorcycle and directly behind that, a street booth with, seated inside, three (or more?) potential persons of interest;

The outermost ring of pedestrians on the opposite side of the road, (often crossing back over from the street trader stalls and circling back past the pub throughout the season).

It's the busiest activity - for the show, not irl for Soho from what I've seen reading other discussions - but would suggest that while it's sunny and relatively dry, this is a normal day of buzzing about (or is it?).

Until Gabriel's arrival.

What we're shown of his journey to the bookshop is very short - a mere two blocks - less than that - for the traffic to come to a stop so quickly, pulling over to the sides and for the pedestrians to crowd the footpaths, so as to allow for a clear walkway for Gabriel down the middle of the street. No one yells at the naked man to get out of the street, nor does anyone offer to help him to the footpath. Not one person asked the naked man where he was headed, so that they might offer him directions.

They block off access beyond the bookshop on both sides, by filling in the spaces between cars; others close in from behind Gabriel, herding/shepherding so that he won't be inclined to double back.

It seems to be a well-coordinated effort. An assisted delivery!

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Gabriel ("Me" pre-"Jim") tells Aziraphale, "… my arms were aching 'cause I had to carry that box for so long (…)" - not because it was heavy, but, you know, holding one's arms in the same position with a bit of static tension for anything upwards of a few minutes is bound to make one's biceps burrrrn.

Headcannon (hc): the cardboard box contains only the fly, but the fly had "the thing" from Heaven and now contains Gabriel's memories. Not currently on board with the idea of a detour to drop off "the thing" elsewhere - more leaning towards Gabriel getting off the lift one stop too early or too late (if he ended up pressing the lift button to Hell as well), maybe taking the stairs for the rest of the way to Earth, or emerging from the same unseen place that Saraqael, Uriel and Michael did in episode 2.

Gabriel still somehow remembers just enough to get himself straight to Aziraphale. Then, during their conversation in the bookshop does he become increasingly forgetful and distracted, but not before revealing some key information:

Aziraphale: "Then… why did you come to my shop?"

Gabriel: "I don't know. I just thought I should.

You know what it's like when you don't know anything at all, and yet you're totally certain that everything would be better if you were just near one particular person?"

(…)

"Anyway, that's how I felt that so long as I came here the Something Terrible might not happen to me."

(…)

Aziraphale: "Please, tell me about the Something Terrible."

Gabriel: "(…) I just know that it's incredibly awful and that that's why I had to come here and give you the thing."

I'm understanding that:

one particular person = Beelzebub (but only in hindsight - I did initially think Gabriel meant Aziraphale the very first time viewing);

the Something Terrible = mind erasure: identity, precious memories of Beelzebub, fellow angels (suspecting that he feels something greater than workplace rapport for them) and knowledge of this very important thing for work, that needs to be given to Aziraphale in case of an emergency;

the thing = not necessarily the same item as "the angle", which could also be inside the fly. The thing, possibly being the real reason he is being ineffably assisted to the bookshop.

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It may or may not be so with bees, but humans respectfully make way for royalty (or the higher-ups, or - thinking of Shax speed-walking through Hell - the incredibly intimidating. Both.)

Anyway, these "bees" of Whickber Street are either excellent everyday people who don't crowd across intersections and if they see a person in the street, will pull their cars over to the sides, for the person's safety, but will also be jerks and whip out their smart phones to film and photograph a naked man without actually being helpful - well, hang on, are they really filming?

A moment to talk about the prop phones: There's one shot (14min30-34sec) where we can see that the phones don't even have active screens - and one person who really wanted their face shown on camera! (reflected in their prop phone). If these were modern day human people with real smart phones, how quickly would "naked man in Soho" grow to trend on social media? How earthly/native are the fellow Angelic Beings Who Walk The Earth - do any of them (or demons more likely, come to think of it) keep up with internet "news"? Entertaining for a moment, the thought of the inactive screens being more to do with divine intervention in order to protect Gabriel's identity and location, what about the one person who is actually using their phone AS A PHONE?

Presenting: Earth's contact to the Coordinator of the operation, Escort the Queen to the Hive:

[placeholder name] "Mary" as per this hc: her son, passing through Soho, stands to her right, his own frame of negative space to make him stand out, his hand almost permanently glued to his face for the rest of the scene!!! His Significant Other, who will stay with his parents for the next week or so, is hanging out with his Dad down the road, being all shepherd-like with the other bees behind Gabriel.

Notice how, "Mary" is on the phone with someone, not (visibly) speaking, just listening. Then she and her son (as per the above hc) have front row 'seats' (standing room only) to the show behind Gabriel. Her hand holding the phone falters upward when it seems that Gabriel has been denied entry to the bookshop, but then once he's been reluctantly invited in, "Mary" is the first to leave the scene, signalling to everyone to resume their usual buzzing about, as if to say, "he's in. Aaaaaaand we out!"

So, The Whickber Street "Bees" - are they mostly humans, just being human, but for some inexplicable - ineffable - reason, their phones weren't quite able to capture a clear image of the naked man? I'm leaning more towards it being choreographed, miracle-wise.

And who is the coordinator of operation, Escort the Queen to the Hive? Currently thinking that it's the same 'person' who sent Gabriel the thing in the cardboard box. As to who that could be - a few come to mind.

Thank you so much for reading,

See you in the new year!

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DO NOT ASK OR TAG NEIL GAIMAN IN FAN THEORY

#good omens 2 #good omens 2 theory #good omens 2 meta #good omens 2 Whickber street background extras #good omens 2 cardboard box #good omens 2 bees

[lovejosephquinn]

I haven't done one of my feral thought blurbs in a while so here's one for your reading pleasure - surprise! 💀

My brain is unhinged when it comes to this man, istg

Joe made the happy mistake of telling you that he'd take care of your needs wherever and whenever you saw fit once and that didn't go unnoticed; you never let it go. It didn't matter if it were just an innocent need: whether you needed a warm hug, just to hold his hand, get one of those sweet little forehead kisses he enjoyed giving you, giving you a full body massage after a rough day or simply have him near you to spend time with you when he wasn't busy.

The thing he really meant by this was your sexual needs. Since you'd began dating, the sex was and still is extremely persistent, even years on. The pact he made still going strong. He was always out to please and he never failed to do just that. Joe will fuck you in any way you want, it could be slow and sensual, it could be rough to the point where it feels like his cock is rupturing your stomach. It could also be that he just simply wants to look after you, eating your cunt until you forget your own name. Joe knows how you like to be fucked and treated best so he won't hesitate to become dominant with you since it's your favourite, he might be the one in charge of control but when it really comes down to it; he's your own personal sex slave.

He'll have you anywhere that suits as long as you can seek out a private space. It could be anything as random as you can't wait till you get home from a night out, the drunken state you're in will always find a way to drag him to the bathroom, riding him whilst he's sat on top of the toilet seat or being slammed against the stall wall. The very inside of the stall door has your initials carved in it now, marking your territory that this is the place you go to at any point during the night. You've christened the car plenty of times, even snuck away when you're at a family event just so you can get on your knees to gag on his cock or have him finger fuck your tight walls.

One of your favourite places of memory was the night he asked you to marry him, he railed you so fucking good on the balcony under the moonlit sky. You were bent over, gripping onto the railings whilst Joe stood behind you, ramming his length inside of you over and over again. Moans flying out into the air from both of you freely, feeling thankful that you're 10 stories up so maybe not so many people would hear you below. Joe doesn't care about that, he wants people to know who makes you feel good, so his favourite thing naturally is the way you praise his name over and over when your orgasm hits.

It's become a part of your morning routine's, like an unspoken rule that he must fuck you against the shower wall before either of you are due to leave the house. It doesn't matter whether it's his cock or his thick fingers that are enabling you to fall apart under his touch, he'll have you one way or the other.

Failing that on the rare occasions that doesn't happen, if you don't make it there the chances are before his mouth would of been latched around your clit anyway sucking out your climax and flickering his tongue over your aching bud, not stopping until he see's your back arch, your lips part and your eyes squeeze shut.

He's told you before that he'd rather give to you for the rest of your life than take anything back because watching you get off is the sexiest and most beautiful sight for him; it's enough to make him pretty much cum wherever he is at that point. It's true, he looks after you so well and it only gets better now you're trying for a baby, his cock is practically buried inside of you more than it's tucked away.

#joseph quinn #joe quinn #joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn fluff #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn rpf #joseph quinn blurb #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn fic #joseph quinn x fem!reader #joseph quinn fan fiction #joseph quinn x female reader #joseph quinn x plus size reader #joe quinn blurb #joe quinn fluff #joe quinn x y/n #joe quinn x you #joe quinn smut #joe quinn fanfic #joe quinn x reader #joe quinn x fem!reader #joe quinn imagine #chocolate button eyes

[amyzaaiman-blog]

On Grief & The Hard Time That People Are Giving Jackie Howard:

I just have to say that I lost my mom 3 years ago & have no relationship with my father, so I'm essentially an orphan. I feel like I shouldn't have to say this, but everyone grieves differently. You don't know how you're going to respond until you're in that situation, so don't judge so hastily. My mom was the closest person in the world to me (besides my husband, who has been an amazing support) & losing her turned me into a complete mess. I didn't leave the house for about a year (that's not an exaggeration), I picked up about 17kgs and then proceeded to vomit everyday for the next year and lost all of the weight again. My hair fell out in clumps. I couldn't sleep. My period stopped for about 1.5 years. I did things I would NEVER have done beforehand, such as seeking escapism like smoking weed everyday. I couldn't function properly or work. I had permanent brain fog. Other people have different ways of responding to this type of situation. I was in such a confused, repressed haze for so long that I only feel as if I'm properly processing her passing now. For the first time in 3 years, I'm finally experiencing anger (which is one of the key phases of bereavement). You just never know.

If you read the book, it's clear that Jackie initially does have a very intense, emotional response after her family dies - she falls apart. She doesn't get out of bed for like a month. Then, one day, as a way of distracting herself & making her family proud, she gets out of bed & focuses solely on getting into Princeton. While they don't show all of this backstory in the show, it's very obvious to me that she's bottling up all of her emotions. Her worst nightmare is to be pitied. And honestly, as she says in the show, no one knows what to say to you in such circumstances. Everything sounds awkward/disingenuous/well-meaning but misplaced/alienating.

I'm really not surprised that she shies away from the deep connection that she has with Cole (who, let's be honest, is a fuckboy at the beginning of the show but who she clearly has a unique & immediate attachment to). She's so vulnerable that she latches onto the "safe" brother who makes her feel relatively normal again. He offers comfort & stability, which is exactly what you need when you feel lost, alone & untethered. She can't afford to be hurt again & that's what Cole represents/threatens - especially because of the way he treats other girls. When Cole asks her why she's with Alex, she doesn't say it's because she likes Alex more, but rather cites Cole's behaviour towards other women.

These boys are also forms of distraction from her grief. And to add to the mix, she's only 15 years old. What hormonal teenager hasn't been confused or made stupid, rash decisions that they regret? I'm 33 years old and I'm still making mistakes and cringing from things I said & did a month ago, a day ago, an hour ago. It's really obvious that her attraction to Cole continues percolating throughout the show until he does something so meaningful/thoughtful that she can't ignore her feelings any longer. And what he does for her is especially touching because it's so inherently related to her loss & the absence of her family. Throughout the show, Cole is the only one she really opens up to about her family; how much she misses them & her home. He understands her in a way that others don't because she won't let them in in the same way. He truly sees her. They challenge each other. And while these are beautiful parts about falling in love, they can also be extremely frightening because there's nowhere to hide.

I don't even blame the parents for not noticing what is truly going on (although I think Katherine has an idea). Teenagers are renowned for being secretive (not to mention that the adults are also dealing with much of their own stress). I actually really like the scenes that she has with Katherine. I think that they have an understanding. Katherine is still getting to know Jackie & there's no way that she'll ever come close to replacing her mother. It just doesn't work like that. People aren't interchangeable.

It's also important to note that Jackie's whole shtick & manner of coping is to have a veneer of being "fine". I think that she's worried that if she shatters the illusion, she'll just fall apart again. She's barely holding it together. Particularly at the start of the show, she's just going through the motions & existing. The messy but loving (albeit not in the very, very beginning) environment of the Walter household is what's keeping her afloat. By the end (she even says this), she finally feels like she belongs. She has meaningful relationships with the whole Walter family & extended clan, & the reason that she leaves is because she knows how royally she's fucked up. She's overwhelmed & scared - fearful of her own roiling emotions & how she's exacerbated the rift between Alex & Cole.

Yes, you could call her hypocritical because Cole "stealing" Paige (She's not an object, so let's check that language. She is a person & has agency) is one of the main things that Jackie repeatedly holds against him (& uses as an excuse for keeping him at a distance). But she definitely realises this, which is why she runs away. She knows that she's acted against her own morals.

This is a very long post, but my ultimate point is that people should have a little more compassion. Grief is not a linear process & life is not simply black & white - there are vast shades of grey in between. People can make "bad" choices & redeem themselves. Are we meant to define people by one ill-thought-out/passion-based/heat-of-the-moment decision that they made as a teenager when they were severely traumatised? I think that forgiveness is a better option & that people should be allowed to grow, change & learn from their mistakes. Season 2 is still on its way, remember?

#my life with the walter boys #mlwtwb #jackie howard #jackiecole #cole walter #nikki rodriguez #noah lalonde #grief #dealing with grief

[animeomegas]

forgot to include the omegas i wanted in my proposal ask! itachi, neji, haku, shino, sasuke

So, most to least likely to freeze during a proposal? I can do that!!

I assumed you meant non-massacre Itachi, so I did it for him <3

I would order those boys like this:

Most likely to freeze:

Itachi - A proposal makes this boy's mind run at a hundred miles an hour and he gets stuck in those thoughts. He's deathly afraid of his clan rejecting the proposal and trying to force they two of your apart. He's afraid about his clan wanting him to have full blooded Uchiha children and making him conceive with another clan member even if they allow you to mate. And what if Sasuke never gets over his hate for you? What if people target you for being the reason he's retires? What if marrying him makes you a target to his enemies? He gets absolutely lost and has a bit of a panic. You have to coax him out and reassure him that you can solve any problems later, that all he has to do is answer with what he wants. Then, if you can hear him through the tears, you'll get your 'yes'.

Shino - I do think Shino freezes up when you propose to him, yes. For him, it's like the words get stuck in his throat. His eyes burn and he feels like he's choking on the word 'yes'. He tries to force the word out, and has a little panic about being unable to speak suddenly. Which probably makes you panic too, thinking you're being rejected XD. He gives his response with a nod instead, and then latches onto you for a good few minutes and refuses to let go, even to put the ring on. He just... needs a moment to compartmentalise.

Sasuke - Whether Sasuke freezes or not depends on how you propose to him. You need to get your speech out before the ring. Tell him how much you love him as though you just felt like telling him, then pull out a ring or pop the question. His brain definitely falters but a reassuring smile is enough to get him to hold out his hand for you to put the ring on. It takes him a while to actually say the word 'yes', but he makes his acceptance known. If you pull out the ring and then start talking about how much you love him, he fully shuts down XD It's too much for his poor brain.

Neji - Neji feels so much as he watches you propose to him. He's nervous and elated in equal measure. But he wants this. He wants this so much. He absolutely cries, but won't admit to it later. He listens to your speech with rapt attention and says yes as soon as he's prompted to respond. No hesitation or freezing on his part.

Haku - He doesn't freeze at all. He's smiling the whole time, trying to memorise as much of the scene as he can. He feels giddy, and for a moment he wonders if he deserves this, but he ignores that thought and makes sure to say yes... After jumping straight into your arms of course.

Least likely to freeze:

#most to least #omegaverse #a/b/o #hcs #headcanons #alpha!reader #naruto #reader insert #haku #neji #sasuke #shino #itachi

[katiesharms]

31 + hangster for the smut prompts

'i'm worried i won't be good enough'

jake's fingers flex in his hair, tugging almost harshly. bradley moans into his mouth, letting jake's tongue slide against his own. he feels surrounded by jake, wrapped up in his warmth, the wet slide of his tongue, the heat of his hands burning through bradley's flight suit.

jake pulls back slightly, ghosting his lips along bradley's cheekbone. bradley shivers, goosebumps rising on his arms as jake nibbles at his ear.

"fuck, i can't believe you're alive," jake breathes into bradley's neck. he latches his teeth onto the skin of his neck, sucking a spot right over bradley's pulse point.

bradley's breath hitches. he grabs at the hair at the nape of jake's neck. he's still sweaty; neither of them have cooled down from their flights. adrenaline races through bradley, making his blood buzz. he doesn't even know, really, where they are. just that jake pulled him away from the crowd and pushed him up against a wall.

his focus is a single point and that point is jake. jake is pressed into him, every inch of their bodies touching. bradley's cock is hard in his flight suit, straining against the fabric. he can feel jake's against the crease of his hip. bradley's dizzy with desire, desperate for something he doesn't quite understand.

"because of you," bradley responds, gripping hard on jake's bicep. "i'm alive because of you. my savior."

"fuck, bradley," jake groans. heat pools in his stomach at the sound of his name on jake's lips. "you're a goddamn miracle. hitting the target blind. saving mav's life. coming home."

each point is emphasized with the press of jake's lips against a new patch of skin. bradley squirms under jake, cock seeking friction.

"you're my miracle," he chokes out around his desire. "hearing you're voice was the best thing that's ever happened to me."

"yeah?" jake asks, kissing along bradley's jaw. he has no idea how jake sounds to together right now; it feels like his brain is leaking out of his ears. "wanna thank your savior on your knees?" jake's voice is gravelly with desire and bradley has to squeeze his eyes shut at how overwhelming it is.

he wants to. he really wants to. he wants to feel jake, heavy and hot on his tongue. wants to make him feel as good as jake made bradley feel when he saved his life. bradley whines as he nods his head shakily.

"yeah, baby?" jake goads. he starts pushing lightly on bradley's head and bradley goes to his knees easily.

he can see the outline of jake's cock, hard in his flight suit. there's a dark spot from precome and bradley licks his lips when he sees it.

suddenly, he's nervous. bradley doesn't know where to start. like a bolt of lightening, anxiety hits him and starts working his way up his throat.

"what's wrong, b?" jake asks, concern leaking through past the desire.

bradley swallows, letting the bravery that began back in the canyon take over. "i'm worried i won't be good enough," he admits, staring up at jake from his knees.

jake scrunches up his brow. bradley's words have slowed the whole thing down, and jake chews his lips as he thinks.

"i don't think that's possible," jake says almost sheepishly. "i've wanted you for so long, anything you do is gonna be amazing."

bradley flushes at the admission. "it's just, i haven't..." he trails off.

jake's eyes go wide, a comforting hand cupping bradley's jaw. "have you never done this before, baby?" he asks, sweet and gruff. bradley shivers.

"i have, just not very often," he admits. "and last time, the guy said it wasn't good enough to be worth the effort."

jake's eyes flash. "asshole," he mutters. "and if you don't want to do this, we don't have to. but only if you don't want to, not because you're worried i won't like it."

bradley sits back on his heels, contemplating. truthfully, he doesn't have a lot of experiencing sucking dick because the few times he did, it wasn't enjoyable for either party. but he's never wanted to get his mouth on somebody more than jake right now. he wants it more than any fear or insecurity.

"i want it," bradley says vehemently. jake's eyes go impossibly dark. "please, let me suck your cock."

"fuck," jake moans, reaching for the zipper of his flight suit. he yanks it down, letting the material pool at his mid thighs.

bradley swallows at the sight of jake's hard cock, concealed just by his underwear. he leans forward, unsure, mouthing at it through the fabric. jake lets out an obscene noise, fingers grasping tight in bradley's hair. he pushes bradley forward more, and then, seemingly realizing what he did, loosens his grip.

bradley looks up at him. jake's staring down, face flushed, hair loose from his gel framing his face. his mouth hangs open, a silent whine coming from it.

"you can manhandle me," bradley says, and jake curses. "show me how you like it. i wanna make you feel good."

"jesus," jake moans. he retightens his grip. "you're a fucking wet dream, bradshaw."

"use my name," bradley insists. he pulls jake out of his underwear and runs a thumb through the slit at the head, wet with precome. "use my name when i'm sucking your cock."

then, he slides down on jake's cock, taking as much as he can until he chokes on it. he has to pull off, coughing at the sensation. a little embarrassed, bradley shakes it off and takes just the head of jake's cock in his mouth. he sucks, moaning at the salty taste.

"fuck, bradley," jake moans. he juts his hips forward and bradley takes a couple more inches of him in his mouth. "your mouth."

bradley moans at the praise, feeling his own cock jump where it's trapped. he digs his fingers into jake's thighs and swallows.

"that guy was so fucking wrong," jake says between noises of pleasure. "you're fucking perfect at this. feel so good around my cock. like you belong there."

bradley feels dizzy from jake's words. he figures that if jake is still coherent, then he's not doing a good enough job. he flattens his tongue along the underside of jake's dick, running it along the vein there. he lets some excess saliva dribble out of his mouth, making sure his mouth is wet enough.

jake cuts off whatever he was babbling with a loud moan. he pushes on the back of bradley's head, making him take more. bradley does, as best as he can. he feels surrounded by jake, enveloped by his heat and smell and desire.

he's having trouble breathing, so bradley pulls off. he twists his hand around jake's cock, pumping it quickly. it's flushed red and wet with spit and precome. bradley wants to worship it. he imagines jake fucking him, hard and deep, and moans.

"bradley," jake whines. "not gonna last long."

"can you come down my throat?" bradley asks, the words scratching his throat.

"fuck, can i??" jake asks, delirious. "please, let me come down your throat."

bradley swallows jake's cock, bobbing his head slowly. jake grabs his hair so tightly that bradley thinks he might rip it out. he thrusts shallowly into bradley's mouth, spreading precome on his tongue. it only takes a few more thrusts, and jake comes, moaning bradley's name.

it hits bradley in the back of his throat, and he resists the urge to gag. he swallows as much as he can, but jake keeps coming, his orgasm ripping through him. bradley pulls off before he starts choking. come dribbles out of the corner of his mouth, and he darts his tongue out reflexively.

"holy fuck," jake groans at the sight. "you're so goddman perfect."

bradley squirms at the praise. "shut up," he mumbles.

jake cups his jaw, swiping at the mess. he tugs gently and bradley rises to his knees. he winces as his knees crack. he's still painfully hard, and jake glances down at it before refocusing on his face.

"i mean it," jake insists. "fucking perfect, all for me."

"jaaake," bradley whines.

jake smiles. he leans forward, licking into bradley's mouth. he moans into the kiss, no doubt tasting himself mingled with bradley.

"i mean it," he says when they break apart. "gonna spend the whole night showing you.

#hangster #hangster smut #minors dni #my writing #prompts #WHY is this so long

[daedalusdavinci]

I love, love, love your Twobats fic with college!Bruce and Two-Face-but-not-yet-called-that. It's so fulfilling to see Two-Face and Bruce interact before the whole acid shebang.

(Side note...do you have any headcanons on college TwoBruce?? They've wormed their way into my brain and just won't leave.)

thank you!!! ;;;;;;;; i have a lot of very passionate feelings abt bruce knowing 2f before he became 2f ykwim

college bruharv is so important to me and college twobruce is perhaps even MORE important to me. yes yes we all KNOW that harvey and bruce spent their college days entirely wrapped up in each other in a tentative space between friends and something more wrestling with homophobia and their personal demons alike and i COULD talk about that for ages but LISTEN. LISTEN.

first of all i think most people dont realize that its incredibly unlikely that 2f just suddenly popped up after the incident. i think 2f is more likely one of the first alters and has been around for a long time, though due to how hard harvey has tried to suppress his did (and continues to try) they have a very complicated relationship that leaves 2f spending most of his time before that point pretending to be harvey and feeling unsure about who he is (and probably suffers from extremely low self esteem due to being a trauma holder with no support network). so, then, when theyre in college, weve got them at a point where theyve done some therapy (in multiple canons harvey knows he has did and was diagnosed with it relatively young, and went to therapy to address it (btas), tho his therapist was..... not great) and theyre living away from their father probably for the first time which any victim of child abuse knows is a whole thing. which is pretty much the perfect time for them to meet bruce

bruce in college is starting his plans to become batman. hes figuring out how to act like a playboy, planting the seeds of the brucie image, and simultaneously trying to learn everything he can without looking like thats what hes doing. hes sorting through trauma in a big way and trying to figure out how to turn it into something constructive, or make it "good damage." harvey is doing much the same thing, albeit less crazy, and for bruce its almost too easy to latch onto this guy who 1) is a huge egghead and helps him study and 2) understands. so they become friends (and a little more), and 2f is suddenly in a position where hes fronting around this guy who believes that hes his best friend in the world

and its bruce. hes a good friend, a safe friend, and when harvey quietly admits that he has did and theyre struggling to get through school life, hes supportive. hes there for them. he doesnt know when 2f is there, but 2f sees him getting books on did, sees him trying to learn, changing his language, trying to understand and support them. he doesnt get all of it but no one has ever even tried before and for the first time in his entire life 2f feels like there might be a person he can be himself around. so slowly, carefully, he starts letting bruce know when hes fronting

i think bruce is 2fs first friend thats his. i think bruce is the first person outside of a therapist who gets to meet 2f and he regularly stops 2f in his tracks just because he knows and yet somehow he doesnt hate 2f. he doesnt blame him when things go wrong, he doesnt think theres anything wrong with him, he just loves him unconditionally the exact same way he loves harvey. its the first time 2f really gets to be himself and explore the ways hes different from harvey around another person and having bruce is huge for him. harvey has so much resentment for 2f and yet bruce just has none, and its the first time anyones really loved 2f and i think that sits with him for the rest of his life. like, years down the line, when 2f is pissed at batman and tearing around the city, hes still got this little soft spot somewhere in his heart for bruce wayne.

this wound up basically being a huge dump about how i vaguely think of their relationship in college in overarching terms but if you want specific headcanons i can do that too alskdjnfsdf just probably in a different post bc this is so long and i got so carried away

#bruharvey #twobats #asks #can you tell im fucking insane about this topic #i love 2f and harv more than anything im cradling them in my hands #obvious disclaimer ive done my utmost bestest to research the fuck out of did but im not a resource for facts do your own research #if you have did and you see me saying bullshit call me out immediately i want to know and grow theres too much misinfo already

[poplohours]

oh shit since this is tumblr i could hide my insane thoughts about ryuunosuke behind a read more wrt dgs.

i think ryuunosuke keeps trying to appeal to the older men he meets in britain in order to try and regain the sense of stability he lost after he got accused of kazuma's murder as well as everything around "kazuma shoved me in a suitcase and then a literal closet and now i have to carry the reins of this legacy i have no idea how to follow."

ryuu trying to appeal to sholmes and zieks only to be turned away awkwardly bc they're like ... you're ... listen, kid, you're 23, but you clearly have issues, let's just. not. do that. ever. awkward pat on the head. ryuunosuke gets drunk and cries on sholmes. sholmes is sweating thinking about the fact that he kinda sorta mighta covered up a murder of this guy's friend? and maybe that's kind of why he's so hyper-dependent rigth now?

but also i'm insane and think of ryuu and kazuma and go "oh they were bad for each other" because i think that's fun for some reason and get stuck on "ryuu should probably disengage from that kind of intensity and have normal non-romantic relationships for a while." meanwhile susato is trying to figure out how to be a person in another country after being an object to the side of kazuma for most of her life. sholmes is like "ahaha! yes, i can fix this."

no you can't. you can't just fix this. trying to adopt an adult man and a teenage girl forced to be an adult too early is not going to fix anything. the best you can do is give them a place that won't fall out from under their feet.

i'm also weird tho bc ziek never seemed that "racist" to me in terms of the really weird nationalism that soaks the broader narrative of DGS (are you a japanese nationalist takumi???) zieks should calmly say hello to ryuu and ryuu should latch on and then zieks can go "oh um alright, i have somewhere else to be" .

why do i think about this. great question. i think ryuu is more compelling if i think about him trying to latch onto people who are older and really aren't interested in him in trying to find some thin comfort in a strange place. funny bc i don't even care about dgs but this does live in my brain. zieks has his boyfriends but all of his relaitonships are normal (i mean the blood drinking but thats fine). sholmes is operating on another level that i do not think anyone elose can touch because of how many drugs he's taken, so he's not really available or interested either.

do i ship anything in dgs. this is a good question. honestly i dont even think i ship susato with her friend bc her friend isn't much of a character u_u also i think susato deserves the chance to become her own person considering how withdrawn and cold she often is. her dad kinda seems like a slut but i have no strong feelings about that either. slut in a normal way not in a weird way. again this is a Vague Impression. i do not remember most of these characters. i think kazuma should maybe never be allowed to date anyone until he is at least 35. i think kazuma needs to be studied under a microscope. i think there's not a cure for whatever disease kazuma has.

#my dgs thoughts that no one wants. secret thoughts for a secret space.

[mha-platonic-yanderes]

Hey I’m back with my ideas. :)

(I’m the burnt out request) 💪

(English is not my first language so I’m sorry for grammar errors)

First off, I’m so happy you took time to read and write my request!! It was just so *🤌🤌.* perfect.

How are you today?? I hope you’re doing well. it’s finally October!

Anyways-I’m back because my brain is going places fr.

You don’t have to respond to this at all if you don’t want to I’m just here to dump it all. Because why not?

Okay so, Bakugou is in like his late 20’s or whatever idk I never had like a solid age set in my mind. So, mans is probably like the number 2 hero and my guy is successful. point is-he has been thru it.

Enter reader right

The reader is in class 1A and they had just won the UA sports festival and managed to get 1st place. I imagine reader being like a mini-bakugou at times and they make a-lot of jokes as ice breakers. Like it can be out of no where too.

Ofc after the UA festival the students get internships offers and shit and they get an internship from The DYNAMIGHT like wtf so obviously they accept it.

They start to get close (although it’s not easy) slowly they start getting more comfortable with eachother.

(Reader will tell the worst dad jokes sometimes and They can swear that one time bakugou cracked a smile they swear are not delusional-)

who knows maybe Bakugou starts seeing them as a little sibling or someone he cares about. And one day when they are both out for patrol there’s a nomu attack aimed at bakugou. And reader gets really injured from pushing him out of the way when the nomu tried to attack him (totally not trying to protect Bakugou)but it results in reader getting heavily injured and bakugou finding them bleeding.

I crave angst.

What do you think his reaction would be?

Honestly this has been in my head ever since I heard this random song on the radio. Ever since that, girlie got to imaging similar scenarios.

Enjoy reading my mess thank u for coming to my red talk

The 🤌 anon

Oh, he sees himself in you, but a version of himself not so jaded. One who hasn't died and been brought back, one who was able to just help people, which is your goal, deep down. Not like fucking Uravity, who's only in it for the money or goddamn Ingenium, who has familial issues so big he must become them to live up to them.

No, he sees what he thought he could be, who he looked up to. He sees the potential to be a good, virtuous hero. And he knows what happens to kids like that.

Deku, rest his soul, was just like you years ago. Bright eyed and filled with a purpose. Villains latch onto that. He lets villains latch onto himself for it. He can handle it. He will handle it.

But you, you can't.

Your quirk is good, he'll give you that. It's pure firepower. Flashy too, easy to make a brand off of. But it'll draw bad attentions, one your good heart wouldn't be able to handle.

He's spent the past week with you. He knows who you're all about. Funny and a bit angry at the world, but with a drive and a desire to fix it. Trust him, Bakugou knows all about the world needing fixing. He's spent the past decade trying to do it to atone. But you are good. Not deep down or hidden, but truly, wholly good.

And he'll be damned before someone else can taint that. Because all he can think about is you dead on the pavement or your body eroding and leaving nothing behind, like the only other hero better than he was. He sees your potential and he sees himself in you, but he also sees the one person he wasn't able to save and dammit, he won't let what happened to Deku happen to you. Even if Shigaraki and all For One and the rest of the damned league is dead.

You live. and people will take advantage of that.

#mha manga spoilers #can you select a new emoji anon to be im on android and it doesn't show #also i want shigaraki and deku to destroy each other in the manga #im on my number one hero bakugou shit again #its no fun if izuku just wins at the end #platonic yandere bakugou #yandere mha #we aren't going to talk about how long some stuff stays in my inbox please

[lewvithur]

everything that seems beautiful seems so far away from here

a little fic based on the two flashback shots we got from hellbent

Word Count: 987

Something won't shut up today. As much as Lewis keeps talking with Arthur while he loads up the dishwasher, the words will never be more than surface deep. It is just small talk to entertain him. Leaning his arms on the counter, Arthur keeps his eyes locked on the man.

There is a spring in his step. His eyes crinkle the more he thinks to himself. Something has him in a twirl and he cannot stop even as the stars surround his head. And in his dizzy glee, he grins goofily and giggles into his hand.

Arthur cannot share his joy. He knows full well that he isn't responsible for Lewis' lovestruck glances.

As the bell chimes on the front door, the pit in his stomach latches onto him. Arthur knows that the one responsible has just entered.

"Hey there sweetie!" Vivi calls over the sound of Mystery yipping. The two of them walk past Arthur whose eyes do not move. The lead in his limbs will not lift. He cannot move from where he stands.

"There's my blueberry baby," Lewis says, turning away from the dishes. Arms outstretched, he walks towards her, his stride faster and more spaced out than normal. The ice cold shock running along his spine gets Arthur to turn around, his eyes following as his two friends meet together.

Vivi, with a running start, leaps into Lewis' arms. The momentum gets Lewis to spin on his feet as he adjusts his arms to seat Vivi's legs. She rests against him and kisses his cheek. She must feel his heartbeat under her arms. She has to. If Arthur was in his arms, that would be all he could think about: the beat of his heart, the purr of a lion.

Envy tinges Arthur's cheeks in pink, but shame turns his head away. The mumbles that Vivi and Lewis make while their lips audibly press turns his heart around, twisting it until it begs to stop.

A noise cuts through the affectionate display. When Arthur raises his head, he sees Lewis' mother standing in the doorway. Maybe it was her who made that noise.

"It's alright, Mrs. Pepper. I'm just here to pick up your son for a trip to the drive-in!" Vivi shouts, letting her boyfriend set her down.

"Mhmm, we're going to see The House of Empty Hands. Sounds like it's gonna be a scary one."

While the two of them talk and enthuse as Mrs. Pepper walks towards the two of them, all Arthur can hear are the thoughts in his mind that embed themselves in the wrinkles of his brain. You shouldn't be here. They don't want you. You are a rat that they are too kind to sprinkle poison on.

"Arthur." Lewis' voice, gentle and baritone, cuts through his thoughts. "You know the invitation is still open." Mystery tugs on his pants leg, pulling him back to Earth. The attempt is admirable, but Arthur cannot say that anyone wants him here.

"Yeah! We can all pile in the front of the van and scream our lungs out!" Vivi's arms hang around Lewis' large elbow, tugging in excitement.

Third wheel. Third wheel. Third wheel. Arthur's brain can't take the ceaseless drumming of those two words, rebounding in time with heavy drumsticks to skin.

"Y-you two go ahead," he squeaks. "I'm not a fan of horror and I don't think I ever will be."

Letting go, Lewis and Vivi give each other a stare, sharing a moment that Arthur cannot read for the life of him. All of these mixed signals, these shared secrets, this language that shuts him out, he doesn't know how much longer he can take the isolation.

"Alright then. We'll see you tomorrow then, Artie," Vivi says, already turning on her heels. The low tone in her voice gave a bit away. Arthur can read…. disappointment? At what? But all of that conflicts with how quickly she turns away.

With Lewis' hand in hers, he follows her, but turns to leave Arthur with a smile. Pity, wrapped in the bow of his lips that hide his teeth. Those pearly whites would greet him when he beamed with joy, when he laughed raucously, when he said how much he cared. That is a gift Arthur may never get again.

As the trio say their goodbyes and leave the Pepper Paradiso with Mystery at their feet, Arthur gives into the urge to stay in the doorway as the happy couple trot towards their parked car while the dog follows. They chatter without a care in the world.

"You better be ready for me to scream and jump into your big, strong arms when the scary bits happen," Vivi flirts, her voice salacious but loud enough to hear. If Lewis was embarrassed, he didn't show it.

"Honey, you know for a fact that I will probably being the one doing the most screaming. You'll have to hold me," he bats back at her. Arthur turns his head, but in the corner of his eyes, he sees how his arm has slung around Vivi's small shoulders.

If only he were a stronger man. He could fight the urge to stay and latch onto them like a remora on the glistening belly of a shark, only concerned with what they could stuff into their mouths. He cannot feed on love like this. All he will do is get repeatedly shanked in the chest for even hoping.

As the night shows its silvery glow above the orange sunset, Arthur knows that it is time to go. He heads towards the van, his hand wrapped around his keys until they press on his skin. But he cannot fool himself. The cut of the metal will never be Lewis' fingers. They will never cradle his calloused hands. They will never hold him up like Lewis could lift Vivi so easily. Arthur will never be her.

#mystery skulls animated #msa #msa fanfic #lewvi #lewthur #lewis pepper #vivi yukino #arthur kingsmen #msa lewis #msa vivi #msa arthur #angst #unrequited feelings #my writing

[tobiasdrake]

Back in action! Four notes to find and... an amount of time to find them in!

Oh man, last night was a blast. Wasn't anticipating Artificer showing up with a chocolate, gooseberry, and banana pie. What a weirdass combination of flavors. Who would even?

But you know what? It worked.

I don't know why Prophet was so insistent on karaoke when he has the voice of a tortured cat.

Did you know Shopkeeper is a woman!? I've known her for 500 years and never even realized! Not once!

I wouldn't describe that as 'knowing someone for 500 years'. Though it was pretty fun to watch her kick your ass at that old Wheels machine you guys dug out.

Hey, it was my first time playing... anything like that, honestly. And you know what? I didn't lose my temper and start throwing hands, so that makes me a better student than the fucking moon. I'm choosing to be proud of that.

Oh cool. I think this was Yoyo's cottage. That's probably her pear tree with what is clearly a person imprisoned within it, ala Shopkeeper's "magic pear tree that imprisons those who steal from it" tale.

Wonder what ever happened to her? Probably died, I'm guessing. The Three Sisters are a weird metaphysical thing that happened one time but they aren't, like, immortal deities or something. I'm pretty sure they can grow old and die.

That's definitely Pyro. But I can't glide from here. And there's nothing to latch my graplou onto. What is there to...

...

I just had the worst idea ever.

HAHAHAHAHA HOLY SHIT IT DOES WORK LIKE THAT

How is the surface of the lava not melting my tabi?

Oh, they produce a weak little energy field to resist the liquid underneath. I just thought they used buoyancy. I. Realize now. What a stupid assumption that was. These are tabi, not mizugumo.

Nobody wants to talk about how they ended up at the site of their greatest fears. I'm beginning to think it's a masochism thing. They're too embarrassed to admit that they did this on purpose but then got stuck.

What.

What the fuck happened here?

Guys. Guys. Were you seriously waiting for this stupid flower to grow until you died!?

Oh my goddess, you were seriously waiting for this stupid flower to grow until you died. I will be right back, but retroactively.

...actually, while we're at it....

Fuck yes. This is a perfect spot for growing Astral Leaves. In that we know, 500 years from now, absolutely nothing will have changed.

Gonna make some tea and learn... something about... sharper eyesight? I think? I dunno, the elder somehow manages to be impressively boring when he talks. He opens his mouth and awareness flees from my brain.

...

Never mind. You two don't even know what I'm talking about. Point is, I'm going to brew a tea that's so good, I won't have to get contact lenses. ANYWAYS. Now that that's taken care of, let's tend to your dumbness.

Yes, the one that's in the ground over there. I have it right here. Please do not mind the temporal paradox; In any system of physics in which time travel is possible, there is absolutely nothing wrong with an object existing at two parallel points in space but separated by a great length of time between. Paradoxes are overrated.

Happy to be of service.

...out of curiosity, could I get a taste of that stew? I'm super curious to know what's in it.

...you know what, now that I think about it, it's visibly boiling so maybe I'll hold off until it cools.

Oh goddess, I know exactly where this is going. Guys. Guys. Let's not do anything that we're going to reg--

IS MY PELVIS SUPPOSED TO TASTE LIKE SHRAPNEL!?

Yeah, I had a feeling they'd punched me into one of these. What is this, the crystallized essence of my ruptured spleen?

...so. Yes. That's a yes, is what I'm hearing.

The power thistle made them so strong that their sheer overwhelming might crystallized into the tapestry of reality itself.

Okay. You know what? That's fair. If I was a Gym Bro, I'd wait 500 years for an herb like that too.

#the messenger #drake plays the messenger

[mangoisms]

Im just soso obsessed with figuring out tim as a character rn i cant stop thinking abt it (ive always been a jason todd girlie but i read ur fic and that angsty twink latched onto me and refuses to let go)

I think u have a pretty good hold of him, especially bc in present comics writers are so intent on elevating tim in spite of other characters (barbara and her hacking skills for example, or any comparison made btw him and any robin, really) that most portrayals of him are so boring it makes me cry, while you on the other hand took the approach to write about his flaws (which are MANY) while still making him charming and handsome (he is so... !!!!)

To me flaws are also tied to not only the good traits of characters but also their core beliefs and ideals so what can you say abt tim?

I know he can be stupidly arrogant and patronizing at times, that he's always idolized the position and legacy of robin and constantly fights his insecurities with this role and his abilities for the job, that he can also be incredibly selfish or outright mean when it comes to being mindful of other people's feelings for the sake of logic (re when he didnt tell tam abt his dad not being actually dead), but at the same time i cant figure out exactly what he wants to do with his role as robin (or red robin) or why he would want to keep going when his main goals first were just making sure bruce wouldnt go down a dark path, im pretty sure he mentioned not being a vigilante forever but his actual goals remain unclear to me

(Im in the midst of reading his solo robin run but ive read red robin so give me a little room for this, you are definitely free to talk abt more of his comics bc i havent read everything yet and everything im saying should be taken with a grain of salt, video essays and the issues ive read can only get me so far)

He could have gained an inherent desire to help people after all his time as robin and the so fucked up shit that happened to him, maybe as a ways to channel his grief (much like dick and jason and bruce, im thinking abt identity crisis here) after he isnt "needed" as robin anymore, but at the same time that would be so tragic because he was supposed to be different to them, he was supposed to remark the importance of robin's role in helping be "batman's light" and not becoming like batman himself, its just so interesting and im still trying to really understand the extent of his character so id just. Love to get ur thoughts and musings on what fuels tim as a character and how you see him

(I dont have this problem with jason bc his moral conflict is very crystal clear to me and also so freaking juicy, his actions are logical and so understable, granted he also hasnt had as much screentime as tim and i can see when writers just Dont Get Him, misunderstanding the original intent of his character coming back etc etc etc, tim has grown and evolved throughout his tim as robin so this might factor in too)

Anyways sorry for the long post i hope this is alright !!! Loved ur fic to bits and ur writing is a blessing mwah

okay HI i am not exaggerating when i say that i have been thinking about this ask since you sent it HAHA tim is just a parasite in my brain he won't let go...

that's the funny thing about portrayals of him today... i feel like people want to elevate him as a potential batman or a character closest to bruce in terms of intelligence and detective skills, which isn't true at all, i think (because, exactly, you have babs Right There), and of course, narratively, this is all a good thing (this post covers it well, i think). it's in the same vein of people making tim out as the most dangerous person in the batfam, should he ever chose to go down the path, which i can partially blame red robin (2009) for with this panel....

(and i don't think that's true either. he has the potential to be dangerous just like any of the others but i think the ones to really be scared of are babs, dick, and cass but ANYWAY)

in general, red robin 2009 was a bumpy time for tim with bruce's death and his spiraling, but it seemed to really inform what they were going to do with his character. no more time for the civilian life, committing himself much more thoroughly to The Mission like bruce. which is, if you ask me, a negative progression of his character, which isn't bad, exactly, in terms of storytelling, but it feels like all we get are the 'good parts' now -- the intelligence, the status, the resources, and then we don't get to grapple with the consequences.

there were some in red robin 2009 but it was more tim accepting them and making no move to change his actions, which is fine, but now... idk. but i also don't touch modern comics with a ten foot pole so this could just be. Wrong. but that seems like what's going on. so i feel like that's where people get the idea of him being... idk not the Perfect Robin exactly but. you know?

no no yeah i totally agree!

re (because i want to break this down i'm telling you i have Been Thinking About This): at the same time i cant figure out exactly what he wants to do with his role as robin (or red robin) or why he would want to keep going when his main goals first were just making sure bruce wouldnt go down a dark path, im pretty sure he mentioned not being a vigilante forever but his actual goals remain unclear to me

exactly this. he did say that and i've reblogged this at some point i think, showing a panel from robin 1993 where he mentioned he wouldn't be a vigilante forever, then paralleled with that panel i put in earlier from red robin 2009. (there's this post, which touches on another thing about tim trying to set himself apart as having friends and thus not being bruce LOL which is another topic entirely)

i think that was what red robin 2009 was - a negative progression of his character, one that, again, we never really grapple with, especially as dc shoves robin back onto him now.

his motivations are an interesting thing to me, because he did start out coincidentally, saying batman needed a robin but he didn't assume he'd be that robin, it just kind of happened because he was there (well much more went into it but you know?).

but aside from that, i've never gotten the impression tim really does it for people. i mean batman in general has been about the detective work but i think towards the 80s/90s/00s there was a shift to focusing on the people but tim has never really struck me as a hero of the people. he's more about fighting crime than he is about helping people. i think it is partially informed by the genre - re detective comics, etc - but still. he's not like, say, peter parker/spider-man, who is a hero of the people, of the working class. the people are inherent to him as spider-man. tim does it out of duty and responsibility i think, being the light to batman's dark, of course, but he's also very much a teenage boy about being robin - the cool factor, pointedly mentioning he wants to let off steam by knocking around 'criminals' that kind of thing

which doesn't mean he's unfit for it but he operates in an odd grey area as far as his motivation goes, which i think is where we get red robin? he was defined by being robin and he did his job, then he got the boot. so it is very much an identity crisis but we're seeing that negative change as he changes for the worse, for something darker. i mean, yes, red robin 2009 was again bumpy because he was at a very low point in his life but in general, that run was dark for him.

editorial wise, we'd never get to see what they made of it because they did the reboot and started new-52 a few years after. but whether he'd continue being red robin/going down this path, or if he'd shed the identity and go for something lighter... it's hard to say.

i kind of like the thought that he'd change his identity and try to take a lighter approach, try to pull himself from bruce's influence, though with how it's all set it up, it seems fated that he'd end up there. there was red robin 2009, but then there was his sixteenth birthday incident (which sounds bad here and i'd read this before reading it myself but god when i read it it pissed me off so bad... really what turned me off bruce as a 'good' father figure, i can't lie). he ultimately ends up going back and becoming robin and this is the turning point for him where he agrees to enter this mindset that bruce wants him to be in. (this post talks mainly about timsteph but it is also a point to the end about the shift in his character and how that affected his relationships as well)

i mean i know red robin 2009 is marked by the grief of bruce's 'death' and a bunch of other Very Bad Shit but even when we got past that and he had his little 'Let me let in the people who love me because i am Not batman' he then proceeded to go a little surveillance crazy and make a hit list (something like that, it's been a while..) but. yeah.

ultimately, at the core of his character, i think he is good and compassionate and kind, so, even aside from all that (like the birthday incident), i think he would've made his way there eventually. it could maybe be why we see him returning to robin, if we wanted to try and pretend dc making him be robin is a completely normal and logical decision that they actually thought through. like a way to return to the bases and feel it out from there. though i still think they could've just. idk. given him a BREAK from vigilantism to figure it out. i'm a big proponent of civilians and their place amongst vigilantes and superheroes and i feel like tim's due a break, which is why i put that stuff in my fics. i do want to see him step back and try to figure out his life, because at one point, though robin 1993 was arguably defined by the balance between robin and tim drake and had plenty of civilian friends to keep things interesting, we don't see much as far as what he wants to do. which i suppose could be part of his relatability factor that tim drake, the character, was conceived with

but idk at this point they have to give us something 😭 anyway. this got VERY long i am very sorry.. i don't mind long asks either but i might've overshot my response... alas. i also hope i more or less answered your question??? if not feel free to slide back in here and talk to me! i rambled a bit here and it's like. 3am rn i'm scheduling this to post because i wanted to get it all written Now and. yeah.

thank you SO much very happy to hear you're enjoying everything <333 hope you continue to enjoy :**

#also thank YOU for all your thoughts?? like i said i was Thinkign About This #and i had posts in mind for it and yeah. yeah. i was thinking about it all week HAHA #but also like twin brain moment because you get him <3 he is charming and handsome but he also has SOOOO many flaws and is actually rlly #annoying and puts his foot in his mouth TOO MUCH #so. YEAH. sorry this is long don't feel obligated to respond to All Of This <3 but if you have any q's feel free to ask <3 #inbox #long post