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atom-writings · 11 months

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Heyheyheyheyheyyy!!!

Can I get the g8+Canada with an s/o who always talks with there hands? Like there hands are always moving no matter what

thank you ‼️

(Main 8 + Canada X Reader) S/O that talks with their hands!

(Gender Neutral) Headcanons ~ A/N this is the first canada req ive gotten u guys gotta like this guy more smh /j/j/j/j/j anyway i forgor to do france sorry

Trigger Warning: None, just fluff!

Alfred would really like a S/O that does this! You know how people put subway surfers gameplay on the bottom of TikToks now? Yeah, your hands have basically the same effect on him. Helps him focus on what you’re actually saying.

He kinda does the same thing too. Recently he’s bought like, a lot of silly stim toys, so if you need something to do with your hands he’s got you covered.

No matter what, he would never get annoyed by how much you gesture and fidget. He does the same thing! Probably as much as you! He just sees it as a good thing, it makes it easier for you to get your point across. If anyone ever got mad at you for it, he’s immediately telling them to shut up.

As much as Arthur tries his best to not be bothered by your constant fidgeting, he can’t help it sometimes. He loves how hyper you are! But sometimes, he’ll hold your hands as an excuse to get you to calm down a little. He’s an old man, he’s got a headache.

But most of the time, he couldn’t care less. I mean, if anything, it just helps him know exactly what you’re talking about quicker. And he didn’t date you because you were calm, he loves you just the way you are! If anyone (besides him,) tried to stop you from fidgeting, he’ll glare at them until they stfu. For you <3

Also, this guy loves giving gifts, if you ask for any fidgets, they’ll be on the dining table the next day.

It’s a real cute trait of yours… but sometimes Yao gets dizzy just seeing you flail your hands around like that. Are you swatting at flies? Are you ok? It’ll… take a bit for him to learn to not comment on it.

After that, he tries to ignore it when he can. Which is ironic, because he does the same exact thing sometimes! Like, he’ll tell you to calm down while talking with his hands himself. So annoying!

He doesn’t mind it too much though. He loves you just as much as he would anyway, he just finds it a bit confusing sometimes.

Oh, Ivan would just find this so charming! Most of the people he spends time with are incredibly stiff and uncomfortable, so seeing you so excitedly try to sputter out something while gesturing wildly is a very welcome change.

But, he has a tendency to stand very close to you while you two are talking, so it’s not an uncommon occurrence for you to smack him upside the head. He doesn’t mind though, there’s no way you could ever hurt him too bad.

Although he would LOVE to buy you cute fidgets, he might be hesitant at first. Simply because he can’t get enough of watching you talk. It’s like a little performance! It’s definitely one of those little things he loves about you so much.

It may make him a little panicked at first, but Matthew quickly learns to love how much you fidget and flail your hands around. He just finds it so adorable… plus your exaggerated speech makes up for how barely audible he is. That part he really appreciates <3

Even though sometimes you remind him a little too much of his brother when it comes to your mannerisms, he would never try to get you to stop or calm down. He loves you for you! Even when he’s a bit worried you’re gonna get hurt with how much you wave your hands around.

Absolutely will buy fidgets for you too! He likes them too so… win-win. Whatever makes it easier for you to be comfortable and talk more, he’ll support whole-heartedly.

Hey! That’s something you two have in common! I mean, Feliciano basically invented talking with your hands. Now you can learn from the master of flailing wildly to get your already confusing point across!

Seriously, he probably won’t even notice how much your hands are moving because it’s just so ingrained in him. But if you ever just… need something to fidget with, he is capable of making anything entertaining for you. Somehow.

He does really adore a high energy S/O though <3 Seeing you get so excited is like, one of his favourite sights in the whole world. Anyone who gets annoyed with you two is gonna… well, be at the receiving end of his pathetic sobs. But that’ll still shut them up, so…

Oh jeez. Now he has another Feliciano on his hands. Except, Ludwig quickly finds himself falling in love with your exaggerated gestures. Whenever you start talking, you’ve got his full attention… and adoration. He just can’t get enough of you!

Despite his reserved demeanour, he loves seeing how excitable you can get. Your energy is infectious! It makes him want to get as exhilarated as you are!

Even when you’re not as enthusiastic, he still can’t help but feel so happy whenever you start talking with your hands. It just reminds him of all the things he loves about you, and how you’ve changed him so much. If it was anyone else, he’d get pretty anxious over the constant movement. But not you, no, never you.

Kiku usually isn’t too keen on that kind of thing usually, either. But… considering two of his closest friends are Alfred and Feliciano, he’s gotten pretty used to it. Most of the time, he doesn’t even look down to notice what you’re doing with your hands. (He worries you’ll assume he’s judging you if he does, which for the record, he isn’t.)

Maybe once or twice a week, he’ll take you hands in his while you’re talking just to get you to calm down a bit, but he really doesn’t mean anything by it. He’s just easily distracted and your performance is really not helping.

He’d never try to get you to stop though! He loves you just the way you are! Even when you’re overwhelming him a bit.

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arandomdai · 14 days

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A Random Thought 🤔💭

THIS IS JUST AN OPINION. I JUST SAY WHAT'S ON MY MIND ABOUT THE BOOK AND SHOWCASE SOME IDEAS THAT I HAVE.

P.S.: You can ask me anything 😊

Let me start of by saying...

I don't like how Zeus is the only one who is blamed for why the marriage is basically over, when Hera is (dare I say) equally at fault. This book continues to gaslight the audience about who should be held accountable and who deserves all the hate. Let's be clear on one thing, Zeus has abused his power, is a cheater, does lie, etc. but where is all the smoke for the other characters that has done the same or similar. But let's refresh everybody's memory why he started treating women disrespectfully...

⚠️WARNING: WHAT YOUR ABOUT TO READ OR SEE CAN BE TRIGGERING FOR SOME AUDIENCES!!!⚠️

•Metis: The Start Of His Addiction

So let's hypothetically say that the brothers are 3 years apart from age

Hades was 19

Poseidon was 15/16

Zeus WAS PROBABLY 13 OR 14 WHEN THIS HAPPENED TOO

I think he was not just mentally scarred from the war and seeing his mother (who he didn't know about until later)going into hibernation, but also scarred that he learned about "hit and quit it" at a very young vulnerable age. Not only that he probably learned "until everything cools down" from her too. Atp, I'm going to need this book banned or something because it just doesn't make sense to me how this book is supposed to support all victims, until it's Zeus. Zeus is a victim. No matter how many times people and RS tries to make him this evil guy. But like I said before, he has done so many wrongs, which he is trying to right. But I find it interesting that Metis is not called out for having sex with a minor. Zeus and Hera are around the same age which means back then they weren't able to consent. And yet Hera is the only victim smh. Zeus is now a sex addict and doesn't know where to start. WHEN YOU SAY YOU FEEL SORRY FOR ALL VICTIMS, MAKE SURE YOU INCLUDE THE MEN THAT ARE TOO. DON'T PICK AND CHOOSE WHO TO FEEL SORRY FOR. I hate that this book gaslights people into thinking that everything is okay when it's being pro patriarchy.

• The Marriage: Both Sides Are At Fault

We all know Zeus is very unfaithful, but he shows so much of his guilt his own way. But (I ask again) where's all this smoke for Hera and Hades. Hera is married and has been seeing her Blu brother-in-law behind his back for centuries. Yet, I don't see any ounce of guilt from her or Hades. Hera is a victim don't get me wrong, but so is Zeus. TWO WRONGS DON'T MAKE A RIGHT. And for blue gru to judge Zeus for everything while you were sleeping with his wife is vile. The fact Hera or Hades never asked him why he continues cheating or be honest with him about their affair is right down dirty. Oh but it doesn't stop there...

Look at these pictures...

See how Zeus tries his best to care for Hera and even admits that he thinks he was the worst thing that ever happened to her. While Hera just says "You made it hard for me, but I love you. Bye". She says she loves him, but I don't think she does. I think there was a time that she did love him, but I think they got bored of each other (from Zeus's perspective). I feel like Hera wanted the crown (power) more than the King. She treats being a queen like it's a trophy. So she basically blocked Demeter from being queen all just to not be satisfied later (which I'm glad Demeter dodged a bullet). Not only is Hera cruel, but she is just insufferable. She treats everyone like crap and expects everyone to be nice to her including Zeus. He fights tooth and nail to do right by her or win her back, but she doesn't see him trying to be a better husband nor do the same. She doesn't even try to make it a safe place for him to talk to her and be honest. When he wakes up, that divorce paper needs to be signed with the quickness because they're both miserable, they're both want there freedom, and they're not happy.

• My Final Thoughts

Zeus's life is basically 16 CARRIAGES by Beyoncé. He was minding his business at Lake Dikte just a village boy helping nymphs, until Rhea came. Rhea told a early teen Zeus that he has to help his brothers and stop his tyrant father from destroying the world. After everything, he was mentally scarred at the age of 14. I know this is wishful thinking, but I think if he went to lake Dikte (after he wakes up), I think he would be more at peace again. He deserved better. And for this book to have so many contradictions throughout makes this book hypocritical and morally corrupt. You can see the stark difference between teen Zeus and the Zeus we see now. When looking at the picture on right, you see his bags showing more verses the left one when he was younger. This shows you how tired, hardworking, and mentally drained he is.

#anti lore olympus #lo critical #anti lo #lore olympus critical #lore olympus criticism #Zeus deserved better #ask me anything

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presidentlokis-hornyhelmet · 7 months

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I have like MULTIPLE ideas so like, i think i should list them all just for you and you can basically just pick the one you actually feel like writing 🫶

Hobies younger sibling!Reader x Pavitr: Basically you and Hobie were both bitten by the same spider and like you both got recruited to the Spider Society together and like Hobie decides to introduce you to his friend, Pavitr, in which you were completely mesmerized of in which you didnt even realized you started falling for him.

Love triangle: Reader is torn inbetween choosing to love Pavitr or Spider-man, just not entirely knowing that they were the same person.

Recconecting: You and Pavitr were childhood bestfriends, yet inbetween your frienship, you had to move away. You guys were still in touch aswell, and little did Pavitr know, you decided to surprise him by finally moving back to your hometown where you and Pavitr used to live.

Have fun writing what you want, these are just udeas that's been stuck on my head yet i'm too lazy to write smh 😭🙏

Mutually Inclusive

🕷 Masterlist 🕷

A/N: I am sooo sorry for the delay I just couldn't choose ONE!! all of these are so good I wanna do eveythinggggg ASDFGHJKSKSK but since i'm a Sucker for the 2nd trope..

Pairing: Pavitr Prabhakar x reader Summary: You are torn between choosing to love Pavitr and Spider-man, just not entirely knowing that they are the same person. Tags: Love Triangle-ish, Secret Identity, Flirting, Pet Names, lack of self preservation ⚠️Trigger Warning: Near death experiences ⚠️

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C'mon, he said. It'll be fun, he said.

You huff and roll your eyes standing in the middle of the crowded bazaar. Pavitr Prabhakar, AKA your best friend, had somehow convinced you to go for a vadapav, claiming it was The Best in all of Mumbattan and gotten you stranded in the middle of the biggest and most crowded market of the country. According to him, it was a ""#divine experience"" and ""relief to your taste buds."" The last line being met with a slap to his head.

"Stay right here and don't stray."

You send him away with a playful punch to his shoulder.

That was an hour ago. He'd left you standing at a corner to buy you guys a plate and still hadn't returned. You huff and tap your foot impatiently, licking your ice-cream and wondering what the hell is taking him so long. Buying vadapav can't be that hard.

All of sudden, people around you begin to run and yell and make way for something.

Very belatedly you realize a truck has lost it's way and is now coming right at you in full speed. You freeze on the spot, unable to move, paralyzed by mortal fear.

This is a terrible way to die!

It's like your motor controls failed all of a sudden. You can feel the angry squeals of the tyres and the horn blaring wildly from where you're standing. None of the onlookers dared to move, frozen in shock themselves.

You dare to blink, accepting your ill-fate. Heart thumping loudly in your chest, the beat in your ears, you stand in the middle of street like a deer caught in headlights. 'This is it', you think, frightened, Pavitr being your last thought in that moment.

As quick as a flash, you're being swept off into the air and landed safely in a quite secluded place nearby.

The squeak of tyres against the asphalt still rings in your ears, the loud crash of the truck colliding with a wall still shaking your bones. You peek from behind your human shield and faintly realized no damage has been done, except probably to the wall and the truck.

As if you only then come back into your body, the fact that you looked death in the eye finally catches up to you, releasing the breath you didn't know you were holding.

Your eyes shamelessly trail down your savior. Wow. Oh my god. It's him, it's Spider-man! The superhero you admire a lot (and low key have a crush on)! And he's hugging you! "Oh thank god, you're okay!", he bursts out and then seems to remember himself, recovering quite clumsily with a stiff pat to your shoulder. "Uh, I meant, you're a beautiful stranger that I do not know!"

Good lawd, did Spider-man just call you 'beautiful'?! (Poor Pavitr's never gonna hear the end of it).

"T-thank you, for saving me", you say, mesmerized by him. He runs a hand through his his luscious raven curls waving in the chilly evening breeze (why does that feel familiar?)

"My pleasure, gorgeous. I don't usually play knight in shining armour, but I can make an exception."

Was he..?! OMG.

Spider-man. Just. Flirted. With. You!

His smile is so bright and radiant, contagious, and the wink that followed does nothing to help stop your fluttering heart. A smirk pulls at his lips -and you gotta admit, it is pretty hot- with which he disappears into the rosy evening of the dazzling Mumbattan sky. You sigh dreamily, rubbing your arms together as you walk outside, totally not thinking about the mysterious yet no less magnetic eyes behind the mask.

"Y/n? Where did you leave!?"

"I left you?" You turn around slowly. One look at the vadapav-lover before you and he shuts up.

_______

You are not thinking about him. Not at all. Not in class, not in the shower, not on your bed when you were supposed to be doing homework, not on the TV or getting excited at even the mention of him on the news. Nope, no sir. Not at all. Nu-uh.

Okay, maybe a little.

Pavitr rolls his eyes, snapping his book shut. You guys were supposed to be studying together but all he did was listen to you gush about your superhero crush. "Really, Y/N, what do you even see in him anyway?"

"He's smart, he's intelligent-"

Pav mumbles something, but you ignore him all the same.

"-he's handsome, he's talented, he saves people, he fights evil... he's a nice guy. Heart of gold. He is Spider-man!", you exclaim in exasperation, your fingers doing wild gestures in the air as he watches you amused.

Pavitr chuckles. "Don't get me wrong, I think he's pretty neat too, but you gotta admit: he can't hold a candle to me."

"Oh, fo' sho'", you shoot back sardonically.

"You see Y/N, the real question is.. is he a romantic like me?"

"Are you now?"

Pavitr then seemed to flip into a total Romeo mode, easing back on the chair and running a hand through his raven locks. "Hey, sweetlips", he begins in a deeper baritone, "tonight I was thinking-"

"-Of doing your homework? I hope it's doing your homework, Pavi beta! Good grades speak for themselves, you know", Maya aunty chimes in from the kitchen.

Pav blushes, replying a slightly embarrassed affirmation and goes back to studying.

You snort behind your palm, unaware that your heart is already melting.

_______

The next time you meet Spider-man is at a fair. You went there with Pavitr, a night full of cheesy pick-up lines and horrible puns not letting the smile fall from your lips for even a fraction of a second. It's all fun and games, Gayatri leaving you two alone and unsupervised -a bad decision, really- to go off with her crush. You play more games, help a cute little boy win a hedgehog plushie and then wander around aimlessly until Pavitr disappears to buy more snacks.

You were standing beneath the gigantic Ferris wheel, munching on your corn while something akin to the sound of a dying whale catches your ears. Turning around, you realize the Ferris wheel has lost balance and is about to fall.

It is utter chaos. The crowd goes haywire, scared people bumping into each other in haste to get away and panic. You find safety but seeing the little boy from earlier run towards the falling machinery to retrieve his plushie stops your heart. Without another thought, you run after him.

Its too late, now. The metal joints have come off and there are mere seconds for it's fall. You shield the little boy with yourself and shut your eyes tight, waiting for your impending doom, looking up in shock when it doesn't come.

The boy lets out a tiny gasp. "Spider-man!"

Indeed, the famous wall-crawler stands before you, webbing up the steel rods of the wheel. It's basically being held together by his sticky solution. You watch as he places a number of steel columns to hold up the broken part of the wheel and only moves from the place once he's sure it will sustain a bit longer.

Applauds rise from all around and people cheer, worried parents thanking him for returning their son in one piece. His eyes finally turn to you dusting dirt off your dress and you catch his in a mesmerizing gaze like before.

He offers you his hand and pulls you up in one -admittedly sexy- move.

"God, I was so worrie-!", he says before stopping himself.

There it is again, the familiar unfamiliarity. It puts you on alarm but also melts your heart -if that makes sense.

"Thanks again, for saving me. I owe you."

"You owe me nothing, sweetlips. Just.. keep yourself safe, okay?" With a wink, your masked heartthrob disappears into the skies again.

Okay, he definitely called you a pet name. That's gotta mean something, right?

Pavitr finds you right after, hugging you and thanking every God in existence that you're alive. You calm him down and decide to go home -that was enough for one day- but you just can't help wondering where you had heard that pet name before.

Sweetlips..

_______

Was it normal to be in love with two guys? Should you have to choose?

One is sweet ol' beloved Pavitr: charming, good-hearted, witty, amazing hair, humorous, cheesy puns, vadapav-lover. The other being literally ✨️Spider-man! ✨️

And you loved them both equally; torn between two good-hearted guys you cared about. This was torture.

But weirder than that, you felt you were missing something. Like you know it, it's at the tip of your tongue but you just can't seem to know what! Not to mention the weird coincidence of Spider-man's and Pav's pet names for you.

Argh, love is a disaster.

_____

Pavitr is walking you home from school that day when you decide to tell him everything.

You had chosen your best friend.

Not that he knew there was someone else but.. for some reason, you feel guilty for not choosing Spider-man and that weighed on you. You figured telling your bestie would ease atleast a little of it.

"Hey, Pav?"

He hums, his raven-wing hair whipping as he turns around, coming to a stop beside you. "Yes, meri jaan?"

Some of the ice cream you were licking has smeared on your nose and with a playfully disapproving look, Pav reaches out and wipes it off.

See, it's the little things like these that make you fall for him even more.

"I need to tell you something. I.. You know how I love Spider-man, right? I mean, I talk about him all the time, but.. -ugh, God, I'm so terrible at this!" You cut yourself off with an embarrassed chuckle as he patiently watches you, amused. "What I'm really trying to say is-"

"HELP! HELP- AHHHH!"

The sudden cry catches you off guard and you startle. Pavitr is gone when you look for him and -assuming he's gone to get help- you run towards the direction of the voice. It comes from an alley nearby and you go there just in time to see Spider-man web up a couple of goons and leave them hanging upside down from a light post, the elderly lady nearby thanking him profusely.

When he spots you, his face immediately brightens. "Hey", he says, breathless, walking towards you, "do you happen to have a Band-Aid by any chance?"

"Ye-"

" 'Cause I just scraped my knee falling for you."

Oh no, not again. Not your heart melting into a puddle, not right now! (Be strong Y/N!)

But all you can get out is a dreamy, "Spider-man"

The vigilante hero suddenly falls quiet, hesitating. "I, uh, actually have something to tell you"

Your heart thumps so loudly in your chest, you can hear it in your ears! It won't be what you were thinking. Surely not.

(Technically, you haven't chosen yet. And, you don't have to choose only one of them, right?)

"Listen, I.. I think I love you."

Oh. Oh..

"I'm sorry", you sigh, feeling real bad for the superhero standing before you.

His face falls under the mask, and that more than anything else, breaks your heart.

You shouldn't do this to him. It's cruel, really. This guy is out here risking his life yet here you are, breaking his heart. It's painful for both of you.

"I like you", you say, "very much! But I can't.. you're a superhero and I'm just an ordinary person, I rather not risk both our lives."

He is still, very still. A moment later, he finally speaks. "You love someone else." It wasn't a question.

"It's my best friend, Pavitr. He's.. God, he's everything to me. I'm sorry. It's a probably a bad decision, but it's mine."

To your shock, a wide smile pulls at his lips, his face almost glowing -you feel it more than seeing it. "I think it's the best decision."

The spider-hero stands tall, and in a flash, rips off his mask. His curly hair rustles in the wind, eyes sparkling with mischief -the eyes you've known so well, more than your own; those very same hypnotizing brown eyes.

"At least to me, meri jaan."

This little shit-

"I apologize, I haven't totally been honest with you", he chuckles when you grab him by the collar, pulling you close as you playfully punch him in the chest.

YOU KNEW IT! You knew he was too familiar!

"Me neither. Although..", you smirk, "now that I think about it, I actually love Spider-man more."

"Guess I have to settle for heartbreak then", he sighs dramatically, hugging you closer. "Hey, you don't happen to be a vigilante superhero with amazing hair by any chance, do you?"

You slap his head before pulling your best friend in for a kiss.

There's no one else you'd rather fall in love with.

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🎶🎵"It's funny 'cause you drive me half insane A universe without you would be thoroughly mundane There's no one else I'd rather fall in love with And that is my best friend in the world"🎶🎵 'Best Friend' by Laufey

(someone in the notes pav was so Laufey coded so i went with that lol)

#pavitr prabhakar x reader #pavitrx reader #pavitr prabhakar x female reader #pavitr x fem!reader #pavitr x reader #pavitr x gn reader #pavitr x male reader #pavitr prabhakar x fem reader #pavitr prabhakar x you #pavitr x you #pavitr x y/n #pavitr prabhakar x y/n #astv #Spider-Man #sony

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suzteel · 5 months

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monsterfucker au of your choice 😌

You just want me to talk about Pete with two cocks, don’t you? Istg a person makes one typo…smh

Hmmm…let me think.

(You know it’s kinda funny because given their positions in canon one would think Pete would be the default monsterfucker in fanon and yet it seems Pete is usually the “other” in some way in AUs.)

Let’s go for alien!Pete because I love a good sci-fi or space mafia au.

Anyway let’s go with alien!Pete ok. And he’s from an alien race known for being incredibly feral in battle. Alien berserkers if you will. Fierce and deadly and have like no sense of self-preservation. Very good canon fodder, you know, but also someone you do not want to deal with in a fight because they won’t stop until you or them, or both, are dead.

Anyway, typically these are combat aliens, these aren’t guys you want as bodyguards, because sure, they’re willing to die for you, but in a battle rage they are very hard to control. Once you’ve pointed them at a target, good luck calming them down until that target has been eliminated. So it’s something of a power move and an intimidation tactic that Korn has one of these guys not only as a bodyguard, but lets him guard his oldest and most vulnerable son. Korn either somehow exerts an iron-will control, or is fucking crazy (and he lets you think whatever he needs you to think).

The truth is that Pete is a castaway, sold to Korn as a child because he was “weak” meaning he doesn’t have the battle rage. He’s a skilled and fierce fighter, and lacks a sense of self-preservation, but he doesn’t lose control the way his species is known to.

Does the backstory count as one fun fact of what happens? Sigh. Anyway, things go very similar to canon but

-Porsche is initially terrified of Pete. Like oh shit they want me to die rooming with this guy. But then he observes how Tankhun is around him and he can’t help it. He’s fascinated at how chill Pete is. And his gremlin heart can’t help it, he likes to tease Pete a because wow look at how chill he is! Porsche can’t believe he’s not getting his head torn off! And then he very quickly forgets he was ever scared of him and also forgets that other people are scared of Pete.

-Similarly Vegas is also kind of fascinated but initially it’s very much “oh what a curious little toy Khun has” kind of way. He’s aware Pete doesn’t get rages, and has this kind of patronizing view of Pete as like a lap dog when he should be a wolf. Oh look at it. How cute?

-When Pete foils his plans though, Vegas experiments. He keeps trying to get Pete angry, really angry, trying to trigger a rage. He grows more and more fascinated that despite Pete’s capability to be angry, he always retains a part of himself that stays in control. (Until of course he cedes control to Vegas but that’s another thing entirely.)

-Anyway, Vegas is actually successful in provoking a rage, he just…had to die first. And in this version it’s not just one bodyguard he fells.

-ALSO YES PETE HAS TWO COCKS. All this backstory for two penises! You happy now? And everybody knows it too because this Pete is as balls out as in canon.

Whew.

#this is dumb but I didn’t promise anything about good AUs #asks #kpts #vegaspete

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remember-to-be-gentle · 1 year

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I literally told myself to take a break from writing BNHA men, SMH.

This is the first part in what’s probably going to be three chapters? This is really just a vent piece because I hate my job. No idea when I’ll post the next part. This was also supposed to be posted for Aizawa’s birthday, but that clearly didn’t happen. Also there is NO SMUT in this chapter. With the other installments will, though.

Subject: BNHA, Aizawa Shouta aka Eraserhead

Title: No Good Deed (Quirkless AU)

Trigger Warning: (intense) stalking, obsessive behavior, kidnapping, gun threat (the gun is used but no one is hurt), drugs

Another long fucking night. You slouched in the seat of your car, foot pressed so far down on the pedal that every time you looked at your speed you had a mini heart attack. You scrambled to get back to the speed limit, God forbid you were pulled over and ticketed during the precious few hours of freedom you had.

It was your job's fault you were unsafe to drive right now, not that that would improve your chances of dodging the ticket. Twelve and half hours of manual labor without even a second lunch? And then your employer was cool with just releasing you into the world? That was an actual hazard they were causing! And they would reap all of the benefits while employees suffered twice over.

You sighed. But the money was good and you were always too exhausted to have the energy to start job hunting, so you stayed. You wished you at least had the time to properly feed yourself between shifts at the very least.

With bleary eyes, you tried to focus on the winding freeway back to your place, about an hour or so from your place of work, when something caught your eye.

A figure all in black waving down cars, pale thumb in the air. A hitchhiker. By the brief look you got of him, homeless, too. That, or he’d been walking a very long time. Maybe on a long journey across the country, like one of those hitchhiking robots or teenagers.

A well-rested person would have driven right by without a second thought. A well-rested person wouldn't think about how exhausting it would be in his shoes. A well-rested person wouldn't have pulled over.

You were not well rested.

You hit your blinker and pulled onto the shoulder, flashing your hazard lights as you waited for the stranger to get in your car. Exhaustion smothered any second thoughts you would have normally been having.

With no hesitation, he popped into the front. For a man who'd been walking the highway and was supposedly homeless, based on how he was dressed, he didn't reek of BO or even piss. In fact, you smelled a nearly pleasant cologne. Huh. "Where ya headed?" You tried to keep your tone bright, but your shoulders were hunched and you knew there were severe bags under your eyes.

The stranger barely glanced at you. He looked disheveled. You wondered how long he'd been walking the highway. His long black hair was pulled over one shoulder, thick stubble across his defined chin. "It's not far from here," he rumbled quietly. "I'll give you directions. Keep going straight."

If you weren’t so tired, the deep timber of his voice would have penetrated you right to your core. But you were tired, so you followed his directions, which oddly enough were the same ones you took to go home. The same freeway exit, the same turns, the same neighborhood. "You live here?" You asked, turning onto the street that would lead to your house. Exhaustion wasn’t enough anymore to keep your suspicion suppressed. You were getting a little nervous with this stranger in your car leading you to your own fucking house.

But there was still time to be wrong, to prove it was all a coincidence.

You prayed he wouldn't tell you to turn on the second right, but he did. Your stomach dropped to your feet. There was no way this guy was your neighbor. Maybe he knew someone who lived by you or was an expected guest or—

"You can stop here."

Startled, you pulled over and stopped—in front of your own house. Dread colored your face. Your fingers tightened around the steering wheel, knuckles turning white. “Are you sure this is the—”

Something cold was pressed against your forehead. “Get out of the car. Unlock the front door. Try not to be suspicious.” You couldn’t see what he was holding, but deep down, you knew it was a gun.

Holy shit he was robbing you. Holy shit he knew where you lived. Holy shit he knew where you lived so he could fucking rob you. You bit back a whimper, gathering your house keys as you stepped out onto the sidewalk. Before the thought could hit you to try and run, he was already out of the car and by your side, gun exposed and black and vicious.

He followed you to your front door, watching your hands shake as you struggled to unlock the door. After the fifth try, it opened. You stepped inside and so did he. Then he closed it behind you. “You have twenty minutes to pack a bag.” He withdrew his cellphone with a timer already prepped. “Take only what you need. If you have extra time, then grab amenities. I already have your toiletries at home.”

You froze at that. “Wh-what’s going on?”

“Nineteen minutes.”

“You’re not robbing me?”

The stranger frowned. “I’m kidnapping you.”

“Oh.” Oh.

“Now hurry up. You don’t want me to pack your shit. Trust me.” From the inside of his oversized jacket, the stranger pulled out a folded duffel bag and threw it on the floor. “Now hurry up.”

“Why—”

“Don’t ask unnecessary questions. I’ll explain everything once we’re home.”

Home. Fuck. You scurried to your room and scrambled to call the authorities but the call wouldn’t connect. With horror you saw there was no signal, nothing at all. Not only that but your phone wouldn’t connect to the internet at all. Shit. SHIT. You snatched clothing you liked and threw them in a pile.

"Seventeen minutes."

"Why are you doing this? Who even are you?" Your voice was squeaky, tight with panic and fear.

Patiently and slowly the stranger replied, "I already told you I'd explain later. Don't waste time. You won't be coming back here so take what you need."

Won't be coming back. Fuck. You scrambeled through your drawers for a weapon but what good would anything you have against his gun? You were trapped.

With an ugly and gut wrenching realization, you understood that there was nothing to do but obey. Tears stung your eyes, making it hard to see exactly what you were packing.

You shoved all you clothes into the duffel bag, a photo album, some books, and some precious gifts your friends had given you.

"Time's up." The stranger's heavy footfalls rang like gunshots through your silent house. Looming in your doorway, he looked like the embodiment of evil. "Let me see the bag."

You pushed it over to him.

He rummaged through the contents, pulling out your mementos. "All you need is clothing." He frowned. "You didn't pack the black dress."

You froze. What was he talking about?

As if reading your mind, he raised a brow. "The cute one with the heart cut out on the chest. You wore it to karaoke night last month."

"How do you..." You should have realized it sooner. He wasn't just a thief or a kidnapper, he as a stalker. That's how he knew where your house was, what toiletries you needed, even the clothing in your closet. Your stomach rolled, threatening to empty itself.

"No need for the dramatics." He sauntered to your closet, pulled out a few dresses, then carelessly scattered your dirty clothes hamper on the floor. He licked his lips but then only pulled out a few tops and shorts before shoving it all into the duffel bag. "Give me your phone."

You reluctantly handed it over. It was better to lose it than your life, right?

He set it on the floor, pulled out the gun and fired. An ear piercing sound that left your head white for a moment made you jump out of your skin, finally shaking off your exhaustion. A clean hole through your phone destroying it.

"Time to go. I'll drive." The gun was pointed at you again.

He followed you out of the house to the car, watched you get inside, then slid into the driver's seat. He fished something out of his pocket. A mini cake in plastic wrapping. "Eat this, I'm sure you're hungry."

"Th-thanks." You were hungry. You shouldn't eat it, especially after nearly throwing up, but just looking at it made your mouth water. You ate it.

"Good girl," he purred. He started the car and drove out of the neighborhood, getting back on the freeway. "It should kick in in about ten minutes. Try to relax, don't fight it."

"What? Was it a weed brownie?"

He glanced at you. "No." He glanced at you. “You ate before you left work, right?”

“No, I—”

“Oh. You’re probably going to want to lean your seat back then. It hits harder when—”

You felt it hit you. Not like when you had too many edibles at your friend’s party or when you had your wisdom teeth removed. This was your mouth drying, skin pricking, stomach dropping right before a nightmare and then swallowing black.

***

The car lurched to a stop. You sat up, gasping for breath, head swimming and aching.

“Even with an empty stomach, I managed to time it perfectly.” The stranger parked your car in front of a modern house, at least two stories without any other houses in sight. In fact, all you could see were trees around the property. This was way too expensive for some homeless looking stalker to afford.

He got out of the car, putting your duffel bag over his shoulder before opening your door. “Don’t try to run. You’ll end up eaten by a bear before you can find your way to town. That would be a waste for both of us.”

You couldn’t have run if you wanted to. You felt like someone had hit you over the head with a baseball bat. Reluctantly, you followed the stranger into his house. The moment you crossed the threshold, you knew you’d never be going home. The stranger pushed you in.

Inside, was sparse to say the least. A wide open living room with only a desk in one corner, an entertainment corner, and glass stairs. Two doors on either sides of the room opened to a steel colored kitchen and a guest bedroom. The stranger didn’t let you gawk, you pushed you forward toward the stairs, following you up. “It's the door on the left,” he said.

The door in question was already ajar. Inside was a bedroom straight from a home designer’s nightmare. Pitch black sheets and pillows took up half the bed, the other half was painfully pink, as if he’d torn apart and sewn to different bedroom sets together. Pink house slippers next to black ones. A "his and hers" bastardization of a bedroom design.

The stranger shrugged out of his jacket and your eyes bulged. He was huge. You knew he had a good amount of height on you but his arms were jacked and torso was surprisingly cut. Not like a model but like someone who expected to have to have to get into a physical altercation. Like he expected to have had to hold you down by force.

“Anything that’s pink is yours,” he muttered. “I wanted to make it obvious whose was whose. You’ll see in the bathroom.” He set your duffel bag down on the carpet. “My name is Shouta Aizawa. Call me what you like. I’m a programmer for a large company but they let me take the week off, that should help you adjust to living here. I work primarily from home, but if there’s an emergency they’ll call me.”

“Why—”

“I took you,” he said answering your question before you could get it out of your mouth, “because you asked me to.” At the look on your face he pulled out his phone, showing you screenshots of your private twitter drafts, texts between friends, tumblr posts, and even your favortie x readers on AO3. All of it about your fantasies of being kidnapped and living in a handsome stranger’s basement so wouldn’t have to work or worry about paying taxes ever again. “I know I’m not like the men in your fics, but I want to make you happy. You’ll be comfortable here, as long as you obey.”

You sat on the bed. Holy shit. He hadn’t just been stalking you IRL, he’d been cyberstalking you, too, digging into your private accounts that didn't have your name on them, just to peruse your fantasies—then use them against you.

“The computer in the living already has a profile set up for you. But keywords are blocked. If you so much as try to google the definition for 'help' or 'kidnap' it’ll lock you out and alert me. If you try and film a video using key phrases either the same will happen.” Aizawa, scratched his head as he thought about what else he needed to say. “Uh, I probably won’t try anything your first week, but you should know I have a pretty high libido. Don’t give me that look, I just said I won’t try anything for the first week. That’s more than fair.”

Why was he talking like you were coming to his place to inconvenience him? He kidnapped you! But arguing with a crazy person wouldn't get you anywhere. “I want to go home,” you murmured.

Aizawa replied as if he hadn’t heard you. “Take a bath. You’ll feel better once you start acclimating. And if I’m missing any of your toiletries let me know, I’ll order them for you. Oh, and don’t try to buy anything on the family computer. I’ll buy anything you want, just send me a link to the page using the folder on your desktop. You’ll get locked out if you try to put your address or my credit card.” He frowned. “You look pale. Was this overwhelming? Should I have made a pamphlet instead?”

What the fuck were you supposed to say to that? He kidnapped you and then started explaining how things work like you were at a hotel kiosk. One moment you were driving home and now you were in your stalker's house. You'd be forced to live with him.

You swallowed the nausea threatening to turn to nile in your stomach. "I'll just take a bath."

Aizawa stepped toward you, gently petting your head as if you were a nervous animal. "You'll be fine. Just be patient with yourself and with me. This will be good for us." He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead before heading towards the door. "The left side of the dresser is empty so put your clothes in there. There's a closet, too, if you want to hang things." Then he closed the door and was gone.

Cautiously you approached the door after him and found it had no lock. Of course. When you checked the bathroom door it was the same. Privacy was an illusion.

You closed the bathroom door regardless, running a hot bath as you picked through your toiletries. The bathroom was bordered by a large bathtub on the far wall, an oval shaped mirror over a tall sink with wide counter space near the door. On the sink were black and pink toothbrushes, the black one clearly was already in use. A brand new pink electric razor had been hooked to the wall by the mirror, one of the ones that made it nearly impossible to cut yourself on.

Aizawa had bought everything you used, right down to your Function of Beauty set and preferred soap brand, brand new and unopened next to the tub.

Over the tub were a few floating shelves, already full with a clear bowl full of pink, pleasant smelling bath bombs and Epson salts. You were getting sick of pink pretty quickly. Was this how he was going to designate your things? It oddly felt like he'd put a leash on you.

You did oblige yourself in throwing a bath bomb and some salt into the bath water.

It had been forever since you had a nice bath but could you really do it in your kidnaper's house? The throbbing ache in your arms, back, and thighs said yes. You hadn't exactly had time to rest since your last shift ended. Your final shift if Aizawa kept you. You shivered. Hesitantly, you undressed and slipped into the water letting the heat work out the ache of labor from your body.

Instead of a washcloth, Aizawa had left you (pink) exfoliating gloves. You cleaned yourself off, washed your hair, and tried to relax. Panicking wasn't going to save you, especially not now. Aizawa was bigger and stronger than you. He had control of the house, the internet—everything. Even if you got a hold of his phone, you doubted he got a signal out here.

You didn't know how long you were in the tub, but you eventually toweled off (pink) and made your way back to the bedroom. Cleaning up had made you feel a little better putting your clothes away would help, too, even if that meant letting the psychopath who kidnapped you have his way. Once that was done, you were left with the nice dresses he'd pulled out. For what purpose he wanted you to have them, you had no idea. But you gathered them to hang them in the closet.

You opened the door, flicked on the light, and froze. A human shaped silhouette was hanging on the wall, a head of hair like your own and an identical dress to the black one Aizawa liked on her body. You screamed.

Who was that? The last girl he'd kidnapped? Someone who'd gone against him in the past?

Aizawa burst into the room, eyes wide. "What happened? Are you—" he stopped talking when he saw the closet. He quickly pushed past you and snatched the body off the wall like it weighed nothing. "It's just a doll, baby." His hand was petting you again, showing you it was a life sized sex doll. One that looked eerily like you. "I had to use something to..." He flushed red. "Nevermind. I'll put this in the guest room so it won't freak out anymore." Then he was gone.

A sex doll that looked just like you. How long had he been watching you? Waiting for this moment to have you trapped under his roof? He'd been fantasizing about it so intensely he needed a fucking sex doll to relieve himself. A sex doll he'd taken the time to either customize or found one to look like you. Any comfort you had from your bath evaporated.

With shaking hands you hung up the last of your clothes, trying not to pay attention to the shelf along the back wall full of new bottles of lube, a selection of dildos (one that was identical to your own), and the standing calendar that looked a little too much like a period tracker. You tried not to read your private appointments written there or the big red circle over today's date. Or the copy of your emergency contacts paperclipped to the bottom.

When you were done, you closed the door. You didn't want to go back in there. Ever.

Aizawa popped open the bedroom door, "Dinner's ready, come down." Then he left.

Dinner? Was it that late already? The sun had been rising when you drove home this morning. How could it already be time for dinner? As if to prove Aizawa wasn’t tricking you, your stomach growled, emptiness suddenly filling the cavity of your abdomen. You were starving. How did this happen?

You went down to join him.

The kitchen was modern, all stainless steel save for a cheap Ikea table, countertops, and chairs. You couldn't help noticing the lack of a knife block on the table.

"I don't usually cook," Aizawa said. "Just order takeout. If you want to make something or have a request for dinner, just let me know." He was already sitting at the table in a ratty turtleneck and gray sweatpants. Spread out before him was a cheap and fast breakfast: scrambled eggs, toaster waffles, and some sliced fruit. "Eat as much as you want. I'm sure you're tired, too. Tomorrow we'll talk, okay?"

Your nerves were still frazzled and all you wanted was the safety and comfort if your old life. But wishing didn't change where you were. You wanted to cuss out Aizawa or flip the table, but all you could manage to choke out was, "Okay."

#Raven Writes #Aizawa Shouta x Reader #Eraserhead x Reader #yandere aizawa x reade #Yandere x Reader #Male Yandere #TW stalking #TW kidnapping #tw drugs #tw gun violence #tw obsessive behavior #quirkless au

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boxwinebaddie · 7 months

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FLASHBACKS R UNDERRATED 🗣🗣‼️‼️ I swear I can't be the only one who ADORES the flashbacks they're so good never apologise for a good juicy flashback

As a ( failing ) trans man who has not come out to his own dad ( I hate that word ) who he also has a complicated but non-existent relationship with I cannot express how much this means to me

I would also love to learn more about my own culture as I am a quarter Mexican through my dad but there's limited family from him in Canada 2/3 of which have sadly passed

Stan also means a lot to me and I rgehrhjejr. The way you portray him just. makes me so happy!! Your writing has genuinely done so much for me as I am quite literally Stan Marsh and trans masc Stan makes me so so sooooo happy. He's annoying as fuck, most definitely has an ugly tea kettle laugh, but is pure in heart and I can resonate with that ( heavy on the laugh )

I hyh from all the poor things that have come your way and I will fight that infection myself!! Fists up!! And Not only your body but your heart because break ups SUCK

-Stan 🧡( my tablet doesn't have the orange heart but Tumblr is very annoying to copy paste things ��💔 )

orange heart stanon,

okay, please don't laugh at me, but...this literally made me cry??? help??? oh my god??? what my fanfiction means to you, this message means to me, words cannot express how absolutely lovely you are, my dearest darling. <3 :'}

but i am going to get stern with you for a moment because you are not, in any way shape or form, a failure.

take that that thought and *stan marsh vc* recycle it, baby!

( sorry this got very long; you know how i am....smh )

not being out to a parent or anyone else in your life does not diminish the validity of your identity and there are several reasons why coming out to someone in your life may not always be the right choice at any given time ( namely for comfort and safety reasons. )

really, i find it can be terribly cruel that members of the lgbtq community have to put themselves in danger/discomfort in order to be seen and heard by the rest of the world when cis and straight people just get to go about their business...smh.

with that said! coming out is not easy! i weave a lot of my experiences into my stories to make them real and ( if you can recall ) pep!stan was extremely nervous to come out to randy and had to take a xanax and i also had to do that after i asked my girl best friend to prom. i was extremely incoherent and don't remember how that went ( i sang, apparently? which is why stan also sang? ) but my dad and my mom were, thankfully, very supportive of me. <33

but thats not always the case! sometimes you don't always have that support system! and gender dysphoria can be awful enough without having it triggered by the prodding of parents or family members fanning the flames on facebook!!! please rem(ember):

YOU DO NOT OWE ANYONE ANYTHING.

you owe the world dust. you don't owe the world or anyone in it a goddamn thing. you are who you are regardless of whether or not other people choose to acknowledge it. you are who you are regardless of who you share yourself with. you are who you are.

and in my ask box, on my tumblr, in my life and in my heart: you are seen, loved, valued and protected. you are safe here, my angel.

so do not ever call yourself a failure, even as a joke, because you have done nothing but make me extremely proud of you. <3

( also if it helps, stan calls randy "bother" instead of father and "bad" instead of dad...sometimes i use "parental" or "that guy" haha. i think what most men fail to realize is that being a man with a child does not automatically make you a father...its not a right its a privilege. )

and i am glad that you are curious about your heritage!

( side bar, very excited to see you have some roots in canada! not because i have anything to do with canada but because...rm!stan fkn loves canada aka the homeland of stans first bf wayne gretsky, fireball, the drink of fall scented boyfailure alcoholics everywhere and ike broflovski, who is in next chapter! )

it can be kind of a can of worms to open sometimes, but i think if anyone was going to learn about yourself, it should be you right? i'd follow that paper trail as far back as it goes, watch tiktok videos, make meaningful connections with family members or people who you trust and have fun going out with lanterns and finding yourself.

ok this part is the part that made me.... :''''''} wheeeew!

i cannot tell you how much it means to me that you resonate with stan ( which, as i told lowercase/in love stan, was a wonderful thing because of how lovely he is ) because he is really very special to me.

all of my stans are very precious to me and my favorite character to write because of all his really beautiful complexities and introspections. i think it takes a lot of courage to be so sad and struggle so much and still smile. hes extremely strong for that.

however, rm!ravenstan specifically means a lot to me because...i was not sure how people would react to him. other than the plot of rm being crazy, writing a poc transmasc stan was kind of a risky thing to do because i was very worried about misportraying him or not doing justice by his identity/the identities of my readers so...

the fact that you can find parts of yourself in him is wonderful to me.

( getting all the positive imput about my characterization from actual trans, latinx and specifically trans latinx people is so so precious to me because, while i am not trans ( or latinx, though, i am half filipino on my mothers side ) i watched my dearest guy friend transition over the course of multiple years very closely, did extensive research, worked with a lot of trans students and did my best to listen to my heart and soul and write an accurate portrayal of collected experiences...aka ravenstan...who i daresay is my favorite character

i am very excited you guys get to see more of him by the way! aaa )

also unfortunately, he is so lovely that i did have to make him annoying to balance that out so he is super fucking annoying. also i love his terrible laugh oh my god. if you have time to make your laugh sound good are you really laughing tbh? a bad laugh is a good laugh.

thank you for your kind words my friend! i am attempting to hold down the fort here both emotionally and physically. and to be honest, i am more annoyed about my body fucking up on me than my relationship failing, to tell you the truth. this is my evil era.

( as you can tell, between my tears, that i am so evil and cruel and angry and do not want to smush your cheeks haha <333 )

but! fear not! i, like stanley marsh in both my ninaverses, are unkillable and like all my kyles, am bat shit insane! i will live or haunt all of your beyond the grave.

before i go, please be kind to yourself, orange heart stanon. do not punish yourself for the feelings of others. live unapologetically. you have come so much further than you realize and i can't wait to see where you end up.

-proud father figure uncle nina

edit: WAIT I FORGOT TO TALK ABOUT THE FLASHBACKS!!!! thank you SO MUCH!!! i love the flashbacks! like i know that people want plot progression but might i argue that they actually...are plot progression even if we are going backwards in time? like just in that one chapter alone, you all got to learn more about ravenstan than in all of those three chapters??? which!!!! is so fun!!! aaaa

also i think it just gives important content to stan and kyles prior relationship and the flashbacks are a way of me showing you guys just how much love they have for each other like...barring any chaos that's happening in the plot, i can throw you guys a flashback and it can be lovely an the boys can be lovely in it.

( which is nice considering in both my fanfics the boys are either fighting, dont like eachother or one of them is DEAD??? )

also the flashbacks are my favorite to write because i can be weird and creative with the lore. i get worried about them because theyre not totally canon compliant but theyre actually the part of my fics people like the best!!! like hyh was a flashback!!!! and actually everything up until stan wakes up after tolkiens party was a flashback technically...i think?

ALSO THIS CHAPTER IDK SOMETHING ABOUT THAT HOCKEY PUCK FLASHBACK I WAS OBSESSED WITH just bc it was like??? such a profound act of love like it was something that would have ruined kyles life that stan did in five seconds and would do again!!!! like almost permanently disfigured him but it was worth it </333

anyways, a lot of the backstory from rm is in flashbacks so i am attempting to weave them in and figure out how to do that ALSO WHENEVER I DROP PEP 12 a flashback i love is in there aaaaa.

-uncle nina....rambling again smh i love flashbacks

#im sorry this got so long #this seriously touched my heart #you are so brave and strong and good and wonderful #seriously you owe the world dust #and im really glad stan means so much to you #he is so dear and precious to me #and i write him with a lot of integrity and pain and love and emotion and im glad it comes across #i love writing stan sm hes just soooooo hes so interesting #but be kind to yourself my angel #thank you for gracing my inbox

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gastlives · 6 months

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the fuck

oh shit oh shit

wwow

do u have to attack him

why is uber and leet here 😭

oh my gods???

god damn

holy shit

oh fuck theyre here thats pretty damn fast

god damn

yeah i ts best for u to lay low for now

oh so now theyre getting the moel down

oh shit

WHAT

oh god

jesus shit

yeah that makes more sense otherwise itd be very dumb of him

i forgot that dragon kiinda now knows abt skitter being taylor so this could end up bad if um this ONE paramedic gets dragon info i guss

girl ure so desensitized

omg lisa is here

damn while blind?

damn..

thats going to be... kind of awful for kid win to deal with

oh shiiit

wait hold on thats the fuckin guy on piggot interlude at the end

did he get his trigger event later on or did he buy his power…

help

omg do a spiderman

cute

smh

gender: ambiguous, i get it, diversity win

#liveblog #worm parahumans #worm parahumans lb #worm liveblog #worm arc 16

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destinyc1020 · 1 year

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“Do you think the reason why he went to her in the middle of nowhere and stayed and probably will stay until the end of filming is because Z took tim on a private jet to Paris?”

Honey, what is this?!?! White refrigerator? First, y’all really think Tom is worried? Just cause y’all insecure doesn’t mean he is. Second, what is there to be worried about? Timothee hitch a ride on a jet, it only became a thing when delusional Timdayas tried to insinuate that it was something it wasn’t. Third, now why would he wait till LA to see his wife when he is wrapped and has the rest of the year off? He is even closer to her now than when he was in NY, so why would he wait to see her?

Are y’all okay?!?!

Girl they aren't worried... They're just TROLLS. I see that tea that Law spilled the other day has some antis and trolls in their feels and feeling TRIGGERED ROTFL. Ain't no REAL Tomdaya fans actually worried about Timmy or ANY other guys in Z's orbit lol. 🤣

Anyone with eyes can see plain as day that Tom has hear heart, and she has his. 🥰 And if hitching a ride with someone (in a plane, car, train or OTHERWISE) is considered "cheating", well then I guess I've "cheated" several times in my life then, and so has anyone else who's ever been in the same transportation vehicle with someone other than their significant other. 😒 SMH lol....

Look, even if Tom and Timmy have NEVER hung out or met face to face (which I HIGHLY DOUBT - we only catch a teeny TINY glimpse of Tom and Z's life, and we don't know even the half of what they're doing and with whom behind closed doors😏), it's VERY obvious that Tom and Timmy are cool with each other, and don't have any beef or whatever.

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arklay · 1 year

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pls give me any of the ewskers you are willing to share <3

wip title meme ♡

— when you break a man’s finger for insulting your wife

can't believe no one was curious about this one smh i love when men are insane about their wives but that's okay. so, this happens once they've settled back into the organisation, and some context here is that diana is not well-liked back there. like, not at all. even though she is a key figure in the bioweapons research there, and her position is high up, she may be respected for that, but she is still regarded with a lot of hostility by agents in the company

so, they are in the main hall, where there are a lot of people present, and this guy walks past them and purposefully bumps into diana while calling her something very not nice under his breath. people side-eye her, but as always, she just ignores it and continues walking. wesker, on the other hand, does not

he instantly picks this guy up by his throat with ease and pins him to the nearest wall before saying in the calmest, most collected voice, "i believe you owe her an apology" and diana is standing there like… so, those things you would casually say about protecting me which would be horrifying to most people were definitely not a joke… interesting. this guy tears his eyes from wesker to look over at her before scoffing and saying in this mocking tone that he sees she has a bodyguard now. not a very wise choice on this guy's part

wesker reaches down with the hand not holding this guys throat, which he's been gently squeezing ever so slightly, and he breaks this agent's trigger finger while tilting his head slightly to watch his reaction. the groan and yelp were nice, but not what he wanted. he wished to make this guy scream in agony for ever speaking to diana in such a way, but all he does is remain graceful about it all, and he repeats himself, saying it would be wise for him to apologise or he might end up with more broken fingers, and oh, he wouldn't be very useful then, now would he?

i will not lie to you, this whole display really turns diana on. like, i'm sorry, but that makes her so woozy. but, he only tightens his grip on this guy's neck, testing him, while everyone in the hall watches this unfold. further context here, this agent was a friend of her ex-husband's and there were a lot of rumours that circulated about what happened to him, even though nothing could implicate her, but they all knew how he had made a fool of her, and as ruthless as she is, they wouldn't have been surprised if she offed him, but this all only added to the insults she would receive

this guy finally realises this isn't an empty threat when it gets very hard to breathe, so he weakly mutters something out. wesker turns his head and puts a hand up to his ear, as if to say 'what was that?' while lessening his grip on the man's throat, and he gasps loudly for breath, which makes wesker roll his eyes (fed up lmao). his eyes dart between the two of them before he apologises to diana, and wesker glances over at her before shaking his head, saying that wasn't good enough, so he gets this guy to plead for her forgiveness, and it's such a satisfying sight for diana

wesker lets him go and he stumbles away while holding his neck and gasping some more, then wesker looks back at her properly and the way her eyes have darkened amuses him far too much. but there is also this… appreciation behind it which catches him off guard, and he wonders how often this sort of thing happens. and yes, she may or may not have walked closer to him and whispered in his ear for him to meet her in her lab in a few before walking away, and he delights in how people in the hall can't even look at him

#asks.#denerims #pair: ewskers #oc: diana #looking at the wips like mm which ones haven't i shared with you or in these asks mmm heheh #thank youuu emily ilysm 💖#this one actually makes me really silly i won't lie like arghgghhgg also i was gonna do two for you but i'm on my phone so idk if the #formatting is going to get messed up and i am scared sooo i give you this though For Now hehe #i need more evil momence with them but unfortunately i am struck with the sappy disease and must write them being somft a lot lmao as if #it's my fault i want to see two people who have had shitty love lives fall in love later in life once they've experienced so much…#anyway i go eepy now zzzzz

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calamitydaze · 2 years

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I am not giving anyone grace for triggering people into reliving their traumas. They loved to boast about how many followers they had and they should’ve thought of those followers before having very public meltdowns and gassing eachother up. I am sorry but i am very very angry. If any single one of them is claiming that dtblr wasnt a hivemandy clique they need a reality check. All of them converging on discord and making similar essays one after the other following every big event smh.

I have been on tumblr fandoms for 10 years, dtblr was the first experience with knowing the names of people after the blogs and having to learn it to follow along what is going on… what a joke to say it wasnt cliquey.

Dream doesnt care about what is going on in tumblr, he doesnt care if he has a community here or not, this community was for itself and as i’ll never forgive twt updates for triggering people into mass anxiety and panic attacks and triggering their trauma, i’ll also be not forgiving those that have done the same here. I expect apologies for those that they have hurt and not 100 page essays on how they justified that behaviour to themselves.

I’m sorry for the vent but i keep seeing young people say they were massively triggered by tumblr and the update account that day and i get so angry everytime i think about it. these “sorry i am back, turns out i overreacted and it wasnt that wrong” posts arent helping my anger. There were people here that didnt have their discord clique to fall back on and their reactions hurt those people much more than anything dream was ever accused to have done…

i mean, that’s definitely fair. i hope it didn’t sound like i was trying to excuse or downplay what happened with people reacting the way they did, bc i absolutely agree that genuine harm was caused that needs to be acknowledged-- when you brag about your influence in some scenarios, you need to take responsibility for that influence in others. when i said that people should be given grace i more so meant the average blogger who was just like “yeah i’m done with him goodbye” only to walk it back later, but i also can’t really find it in myself to say that big names shouldn’t be able to come back too if they want (with the exception of dwtupdates, fuck those guys). i completely see what you’re saying and i agree that it’s irritating to watch so i’m not trying to convince you of anything, but i guess from my perspective most of these people are also fairly young, just as emotionally invested, and potentially also triggered by the initial accusations, the only difference is that they have 4k followers and a discord server of mutuals whose opinions they trust. and so one person getting upset leads to everyone’s emotions ratcheting up until dream is a morally bankrupt groomer and the entire top level of bloggers are suddenly gone. maybe that didn’t make any sense but basically i think that while they should absolutely be more responsible (and reflect on it in private even if they don’t apologize), i think it’s ultimately the fault of dtblr’s structure and that inherent cliqueyness and i have a lot of sympathy for the individual people

#this is. not my best response ever im so sorry i couldn't figure out how to put what i wanted to say into words #and since it's a direct follow up to something i didn't wanna ignore you #but don't worry about venting! i am open ears #bella answers #anon #dream.situation

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NO CAUSE YOU MENTIONING THOSE ALIEN SEX BOOKS MADE ME THINK ABOUT THIS ONE BOOK I READ i dont remember much but there were werewolves, ok cool. But then it got into like omegaverse A/B/O stuff.

It was very formative for me at a young age I cant describe it. I may or may not still enjoy a good fic of that kind BUT ALSO

I'll never forget when I was a kid at my local library THEY PUT AN ADULT ROMANCE BOOK IN THE WRONG SECTION so here comes 12 year old me who was reading YA books and I saw this historical book in the kids section (cause the Nancy drew books were in the kid section not the YA section and I liked a good mystery). Im 12 I think I'm big, an Adult even. Bitch I grabbed this book and took it home and I read the first 6 chapters and got bored. So I flipped halfway through and opened it. "He thrust in her" bitch I was like he thrust what? I READ THE HALF THE SCENE BEFORE REALIZING WHAT WAS HAPPENING AND I WAS SCANDALIZED. My mom asked me how the book was and I was sat there like 😟 CAUSE HOW DO YOU TELL YOUR MOM "OH HEY I JUST READ A SEX SCENE"

OH MY GOD WE MUST BE TWINS! I just had so many random thoughts about this so I’m just gonna list them all 😭

My nana had all her historical romance bodice ripper books on the bottom shelf of her nightstand. There were 2 stacks and I’d go through the covers not even knowing what I was looking at. I’d read the harlequin website in 8th grade cuz they had the harlequin blaze line that had free chapter updates every week 🤭

And my dad kept all his maxim/fhm mags in the bathroom and I’d read those too 😭 they really did have a some good articles between all the tits and ass! I couldn’t wait to have tits I was so fascinated

My mom and I are night owls so one time during the pandemic there was literally nothing on so we were watching this cheesy vampire movie turns out it was PORN ON CINEMAX 😭 all the signs were there too should’ve known tbh…..And why did Cinemax porn only show doggy and literally nothing else??? Some of them had good storylines too 😭

And all those teen books in the mid 00s were kinda raunchy too. I should go and reread all the series I didn’t finish lol. I reread the little romance scenes in the private series and watched the web show 😭 josh Hollis was my first book crush

Anyway now I read dirty kindle books with shitty covers or the same cover artist. I bought probably the worst book I’ve ever skimmed smh!!! I love the alpha male books but this guy was like alpha male could kill you level concerning. And everybody knew! And there was like no trigger warning for sensitive topics and the ending made no fuckin sense 🙃

Conclusion: I’m whore I just don’t have a guy to be a whore with 🫠

#sav’s anons #sav’s mailroom

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also. im suddenly intrigued by this “911” thing u keep talking about. it looks like homosexual activity (that might actually be somewhat healthy for once??)

IT IS IN FACT!! I'm gonna ramble about it a bit because it's my current new favorite thing of all time. it's the show for the girls and the gays <3

there's 2 separate shows, 911 (the og, set in california) and 911 Lone Star (a spinoff set in texas). my favorite thing about both of them is that they have very wide diverse casts of characters, and the writing is overall very well done which is a nice change of pace from dc lmao

in 911, the main cast consists of two black women (one of which is a lesbian married to another black lesbian and they're raising a son together), a korean man, a mexican man who's also a single parent to a kid with cerebral palsy, and a woman who is a victim and survivor of domestic abuse. there's also a popular ship between two of the main male characters that isn't canon but it's widely believed that it will be soon. it's a character-driven show that doesn't have any set main character because everyone in the main cast and every main relationship gets the same amount of care and attention. my favorite favorite thing is that the familial/platonic relationships are JUST as important as the romantic shit and the found family in this show is SOOOOOO <33333 its a show for the aroaces, truly. it also has some of THEE m/f ships of all TIME.

there are also a lot of queer/poc side characters!! and the main female characters all have a life and friendships outside of their male (or female) love interests and it's sad that that's such a high bar for media but it's soooo <3333

911 lone star is my least favorite of the two, but I still love it a lot! the writing focuses a lot more on a specific Main Character (and he's like. the blandest most obnoxious white guy of all time smh) but there's still a very diverse cast and the found family is once again very <333333 in the main cast there's a black trans man, a hispanic man with dyslexia, a muslim hijabi, a black woman, a gay jewish man, and a gay hispanic man (who are one of the main canon pairings and one of my personal favorites in the 911 universe.) sadly the main white character is played by a more famous actor so a lot of the storylines center around him, but there's still quite a few storylines for the others!! there's a more correct 911 lone star in my head where owen (bland obnoxious white guy) dies in the first season for his son and wife's character development <33

so tldr if you're wanting good writing and a wide cast of characters who each get their own chunk of the story, I'd recommend watching 911 first, but lone star has its good moments too. it's also worth mentioning that both shows are about first responders (mostly firefighters/paramedics and dispatchers, but there's a few cops too) so there could be some triggering content since they're dealing with car crashes and earthquakes and shit. and there's also some copaganda vibes surrounding the cop characters but again, there's a more correct version in my head where they're vigilantes instead of cops

#this got long but i got so used to dealing w dc's shit that when i found something with good writing #that makes me want to eat BRICKS because of how good it is #well brother (gn) i had to fixate on it.#so here's a ramble. take it.#911 lone star ALSO has THE m/f ship of all time. they invented love. if you even care #asks #peren 🥟

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selfcarecap · 2 years

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Episode 5 (i was eating during episode 4 so didn’t write anything dowm. actually i am still eating??? I am the fastest eater i know but this pizza just won‘t go down lmao) @kenniteaa

Ohh I think I have the same shirt as Bela (not wearing it rn but)

Naurr Nico deleted the comment 😭 either Leighton found out or he was embarrassed that she didn‘t reply to the comment

Ohh Bela said something similar yhdjs

Leighton @ the women‘s centre: 'wait did i say something triggering again?' Loool

Omggg it‘s Montey (how the hell do you spell that. Montie. Oh probably just Monty….) from 13 reasons why lmfaoo (he was an asshole like one of the worst people but he looks good djdkkdksks) and he‘s an asshole again lol or idk just seems weird

DHSLSJSKSK Kimberley (she‘s the only one whos name i still don‘t reaaally know) not her thinking she should post a spongebob impression on her story to impress Nico dhsjdkdkdkd I love this girl

(As you can tell) I‘m honestly having a hard time not taking about every single joke shsjs so I‘ll just say how funny this show is and I love it a lot and thanks for recommending it <33

'Leight' as a nickname for Leighton is so… imagine me calling you Kend. or calling Whitney Whit which actually for some reason doesn‘t even sound so unrealistic lol

Also my post eating pills (ones that you have to leave in your mouth until they dissolve) tastes so disgusting because the pizza taste is still in my mouth and I am not having a good time rn

HOW DO THE GUYS LOCKER ROOMS LOOK LIKE THAT WHATT love Whitney taking action😌 or trying to wdldkx

Whitney’s mom on the zoom call shsjsj asking for the screen to be moved so she doesn‘t have to see Dalton dhsksks (ahhh that‘s his name. Stupid.)

I lovee the women‘s centre woman (i really need to learn side character‘s names…) and Leighton‘s chemistryyy ahhh

……why is that guy suddenly showing Bela porn…… i hope the guy dies 🥰. creepy.

All the frat guys trying to be politically correct i caaaan‘t ahaha

Okay her name is Alicia and she and Leighton finally kissed AAHHHH i was so excited for her to find out Leighton‘s not straight lmao but why i am cry.ing.

How did Whitney manage to fall off the treadmill, bang her face and still think of something to say yhskdks i love her 😭

Hmmmm I‘m very confused about Nico. I don‘t like that he‘s mainly nice to Kimberly when they‘re alone 🙁

'I deleted the comment on your pic because I‘m your tutor and you're my sisters roommate so I shouldn‘t be saying you look good' shut up lol She should have listened to Canaan and done her homework instead smh

But also their uni/campus is sooo pretty omgg

💘Amelia and Leighton💘 omggg i watched Indian Matchmaker for a linguistics class once dhsldk we had a whole group project on it lol (i did not really like it, i would not have stayed for 1-6 episodes (lol) i would be home after the first half episode)

I hope Dalton dies too 🥰

LMAO HE ACTUALLY CALLED HER WHIT ANDHDJSKSKDKDK

Omg I wanna throw a stone at someone‘s car window now shsjskksks i loved that 😌

This is the last episode for today I will leave you alone now Kend dhdkkd

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It's been 10 years

I'm low-key not even a swiftie anymore (kinda, sorta)

I'm living my dream career (technically) (sorta)

And it's not once an hour, it's not once a day, it's not once a week, a month, or a quarter. It's more like once a year that I miss him. It's not even miss, it's more like think about and contemplate the past and relate it to my present.

I don't even know him. I just know the concept, the memory.

And I know that even the memory was terrible and gross and toxic.

But let me explain what happened recently that triggered these annoying, lame, over-done thoughts:

I got new skincare. I've been eating and sleeping well. I've been praying/meditating. I've been maintaining a positive outlook and been happy and hopeful recently. I finally started wearing nice makeup and I finally have the most fire wardrobe rn that I coulda only dreamed of in the past.

And so I've been getting a bunch of compliments recently of ppl telling me I'm glowing. Specifically three ppl from different parts of my life all used the same word.

But the thing is that none of those compliments feel like they hold any weight.

I already pulled the hottest guy in our grade. He was in love with me. ME! AND keep in mind that that was the ugly, loser, insecure, shitty, judgemental, mean (honestly SO mean), stupid, fifteen year old version of me. Not this sorta stable, medicated, whole, adult version.

Remember that gorgeous older white girl that asked him out? Or all those gorgeous tall academic girls crowding around me in grade 12 asking me questions about him because they couldn't understand how this RUSH loser could have been worth his time? and they wanted to know everything they could find out about him from me before they made their moves. Or when tiffany didn't talk to me for a year and then later apologized because she felt bad for letting a man pit her against me. And Jessica obviously (that one was just sad). ALSO LETS REMEMBER all of this was grade 11+12 so I didn't even have any communications with him at this point but I was still being interrogated about him.

Anyways my point is lmaooooo I think when my heart broke at 16 idk but maybe a part of it really did die. It's hard to describe it but I feel like a part of me is dead inside. Ever since then, anytime I've gotten attention I haven't felt special or grateful. I almost resent it. I feel annoyed that they're telling me something I already heard in a way more special way. Like they're parroting and copying it but they'll never be able to meet the magic or rush I used to feel when he said it.

There isn't a magic to it anymore. Now love feels very clinical. I guess I stopped believing in love? I guess at too young an age I became bitter and now just chalk it up to hormones and chemical imbalances.

And recently I heard someone talking about falling in love and I literally thought "agh that sounds terrible why would anybody want to FALL in love??! sounds like it would hurt smh". I just want to gently like drift into a soft stable comfortable kindness with someone. That's all.

Anyways idk if it's the new taylor swift album coming out (which pls be proud of me I haven't heard all the way through yet and I'm hoping to never hear it and stay halal) but yeah idk if I'll ever love anybody like I did that one time at fifteen which didn't even lead to anything and had zero payoff so it feels so wasteful and annoying that it happened.

But then I think about how like what if I end up dying alone and that ends up being the only thing I ever had worth remembering so maybe it's not so bad and maybe even tho it didn't pay off in a bigger way, maybe it was worth something.

Anyways but loooooooool like LMAO don't get me wrong like I know I know let's definitely not forget that it was literally NOTHING. Absolutely nothing happened but two teenagers feeling seen by eachother.

Tbh one of us should cash out on it and write a teen novel.

Wait after typing that out I just had a terrible realization. Lmaooooo jeez Louise this is why I'm supposed to journal so I can make sense of my toxic period thoughts.

With j I felt like "well duh you should obviously be saying that to me because you don't even compare to him. You saying that does not validate me in any way. I'm out of your league." BUT GUYS IT'S NOT MAGIC HELPPPP

I think I'm just finally grown up and confident and whole??? I don't feel "magic" from external validation. I know I'm a baddie helpppppppppp which I didn't know back then. Which is why I'd probs get hella endorphin release when he'd write those damn poems because I wanted someone ELSE to tell me good things about me. But now I know them in my own brain. Woah. Big thoughts. So maybe we're grateful to him for giving me that back when I really needed the attention. And now I'm ok with dying alone loooooooool and I don't need anybody to make me feel good. How interesting.

Well that was a weirdly wholesome exercise/rant. Glad we did this lmao @ my multiple personalities. Catch y'all on the flip side.

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