#hes got rancid little brother vibes

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

hey!! if you are taking requests, i wanted to request the tmnt mm! boys having a crush on a fem! reader who’s EXACTLY like raph. she loves fighting, may or may not have anger issues, cursed with resting bitch face, BUT, she’s actually really sweet and outgoing. never afraid to speak her mind, so, she may come across as rude sometimes, but, she never really means to be. (lowkey a biased request but SSSHH, we’re not gonna talk about that)

(this is cute and of course! Enjoy!)

Donatello

You guys have such contrast in your relationship

He can be hyper, but sometimes quiet and mostly calm

He just wants to have fun, and basically be there to vibe

While you're there and ready to fight and down for anything

He tries to help you manage your anger but he sometimes finds it funny and entertaining

Not in an assholey way, just letting you be and the shit you say can actually be pretty funny

He doesn't really like when you get into fights when you don't need to

But when someone says something about you, him or his brothers?

He lets you rain hell

He really loves that you cut bullshit and speak your mind

He needs help deciding something and he knows to go to you because you can actually give an honest answer

He doesn't mind your RBF

At first it did make him think you were a mean person before he got to know you

But now you're so sweet and happy and outgoing and he loves you very much!

He knows you don't mean to be rude, you're just speaking and don't mean to

He lets you know that what you say can be rude, but he isn't mean about it

He just helps you correct it, lmao

(I wrote sm for Donnie and you can tell who I grew up crushing on just by this)

He def uses your angry and RBF to scare ppl messing with him off

Leo

He tries to get you to calm down a lot

But usually he is also one to let you be

He's always getting you out of trouble

You remind him a bit TOO much of Raph

He does love you though

At first he was very hesitant to get to know you because of your angry energy and because of the RBF

But now he is very glad that he did and that you're his friend…crush-

Sometimes the stuff you do, especially defending him, gets him so blushy it's not even funny

The fact you love to fight actually made him worry a bit

He didn't want you getting hurt

But he is always glad to scold you while patching your dumbass up

The anger issues he tries to help you manage and give you little tips to help

But those like breathing exercises just hypes you up even more so he kinda gave up

He now just lets you have at something like a punching bag or letting you run free and rampant as he sits and lets you do your thing

When you turned out to be very sweet and caring he was pleasantly surprised

He's very glad that you guys match on that level at least

He is sorta surprised on how freely you speak your mind

He is the one to constantly be watching what he says while you say the most rancid and random shit

He has to cover your mouth a lot lmao

Mikey

OH HE LOVES YOU

The anger issues sometimes surprise him especially at random times but he is the one to be able to also get on your level to an extent

He's very funny and he's always hyping you up

Especially when you're in a more fighting move

You could be beating the shit out of someone and just have him yelling and hyping you up and ready to run outta there with you

You guys are constantly sneaking off and on rooftops as you're pretending to mimic a fight and he's just eating pizza

He helps you get your energy out a lot

He smack talks you just for you to get mad and show off them skills bae

Oddly finds it cute? A bit idk how to explain it

He says it fits you better than it fits Raph

He really likes being around you, especially because of the RBF and how you sometimes tend to look mean

He acts like he has them scary dog privileges where he gets to hang out with the "Bad Kid" and he's basically protected

He loves your energy because of how outgoing, caring and sweet you can be

He loves that you can go from angry and upset and fighting to sweet, caring and helping some old guy in his shop just because you want to

You're just like him when speaking your mind

You guys say some loud and rancid shit and don't care at this point

When you're mean and don't know, at first he thought you were mean on purpose and got quite sad

It wasn't until you or someone else noticed and you apologized a lot

But now he thinks it was kinda funny

Raphael

Raphael has met his soulmate and match

You guys are constantly talking smack and shit to each other but dare someone else do it about the other

You guys have both a RBF at times but more you

He is constantly pointing it out and teasing you about it and how mean you look

He thinks it's pretty cool though

The fact that you get him on a level nobody else can just makes the crush feelings even more stronger

He loves how he can relax and just have fun with you to be angry, punch and fight something

He loves when you guys go out and just are on a rooftop, probably fighting with each other or wrestling to get the energy out

The anger issues also he doesn't mind

He doesn't think he has them, and doesn't really think you have them

He just blames others for making y'all mad and calls it a day

But due to these anger issues when you guys argue it gets heated

But somehow turns into a major joke like 20 minutes later idk how

He finds it funny how you can go from an RBF, angry and fighting t sweet and caring to him in a matter of seconds

You guys have a lot of competition going on it's not even funny at this point

Shit is serious and he's going to die because of it

#mutant mayhem x reader #teenage mutant ninja turtles mutant mayhem #leonardo #leonardo x reader #raphael #mutant mayhem #donatello x reader #donatello #michealangelo

[pokemon-my-beloved]

the differences between teams flare, skull, yell, and star (and why only some of them work)

post under the cut because there is. a lot to say

so we all know that the villains in pokemon peaked with team plasma right (this is a matter of opinion but that's beyond the point)

and after team plasma, we have team flare. and team flare is. different.

they were the first evil ceo, unless you count cyrus, which i don't because cyrus (in my mind) was more about nihilism than corporate greed or anything

and lysandre is too, kinda? he's interesting enough, but literally everyone else in the team is boring as shit, especially compared to every team that came before them

so in kalos, we've got a villain team that doesn't really know what they've signed up for aside from the leader (probably it's been a hot minute. the admins might know), which makes sense, but the grunts and admins aren't entertaining at all. they're built up as a threat and exactly one of them is. it doesn't work

(this (imo) applies to most of gen 6's story but that's besides the point)

and then in alola, we've got team skull! this was the first generation i paid attention to the buildup for, and if i remember correctly, before release they were built up as the villain team, but not a threatening one. and in the game, that follows. no one really sees them as a threat on their own, cause they aren't.

but we've also got the aether foundation! and they were built up as mysterious but benevolent pre-release and in-game (didn't necessarily succeed but they tried well enough), and this was the first "twist villain" that pokemon did, and it was new and fresh and worked

and team skull isn't a threat. but they are an annoyance, and that's exactly what's needed during the storming of aether paradise. by allying team skull with the aether foundation, it gives both of them more of what they need most (seeming like a threat for team skull and character for aether foundation)

bonus points for aether foundation working well with the buildup because while almost everyone there is corrupt, we've still got wicke, who is genuinely benevolent and provides some nice contrast

the combination (as well as the fact that all of these dynamics were new) really sells the whole thing for me. it works

then we get to team yell :/

team yell was (pre-release and a little bit in-game) built up as villains and they Aren't. at all

and then at the same time, they expect us to believe that macro cosmos is totally fine and benevolent and nothing is wrong with anything they do? what the fuck

the part where you work with team yell to storm macro cosmos is fun and cool i guess, but that isn't enough to save either of them

team yell isn't a villain team, it's just an extension of piers being an overprotective brother and should have always been treated like that (amplified even more by the fact that marnie tells them off multiple times)

and macro cosmos doesn't work at all either because they expected us to be totally blindsided and then didn't even have the decency to have a single character who was morally good or benevolent like wicke!

at least aether foundation was built up as mysterious but benevolent, macro cosmos was just like "yeah we're a power company and good guys our chairman has the most rancid vibes you've ever seen but that means nothing" and then later it's like "oOoOoH wE'rE aCtUaLlY eViL aReN't YoU sUrPrIsEd????" like no!!!!! i'm not!!!!!!

and at this point the corrupt ceo bullshit and incompetent team bullshit is wearing SO thin, no one likes it or cares at ALL anymore

it's just like, go back to the mafia or whatever! i do not care about this! if i wanted to be mad at a ceo i've got enough irl to choose from!

which brings us finally to team star! they were built up as a villain team pre-release like the others, and we're all just like yeah okay whatever we know they're not a threat and probably fine people and we all know geeta is going to be the actual villain you aren't clever gamefreak

but then! we get to the game! and they aren't treated like villains!

they're treated like victims of circumstance who have gone too far and need to be stopped for their own good and it works

it works incredibly well, compounded by the fact that the actual villain was one no one was expecting

i have. many thoughts about the subversions of expectations that the professors pulled. but that's beyond the point-ish

but team star is not treated as a villain. at all. the closest we get is penny recruiting us to take them down, but that's more "they're a problem" than "they're a danger" and it works

tldr no pokemon villain has ever surpassed team plasma and gamefreak needs to join a union and stop making all their "twist" villains ceos thank you and goodnight

#i will be taking questions or thoughts if you have any just please god be nice to me #pokemon #team plasma #team flare #lysandre #lysandre pokemon #team skull #aether foundation #wicke #wicke pokemon #team yell #macro cosmos #piers #piers pokemon #marnie #marnie pokemon #chairman rose #team star #professor sada #professor turo #gotta queue em all #og post #unova #kalos #alola #galar #paldea

[cherubgore]

Gibson Girl

3k words, pnv sex, pussy eating, dubcon, and dead dove. Rj doesn't have the same rancid vibes as Otis, and he loves eating pussy more than he loves himself. crossposted on a03.

She’s been chained to the radiator so long that she’s surprised she hasn’t melted yet. A fine little puddle of forgotten womanhood. Bare naked under her nightgown, Denise still felt like she was covered in thick wool layers. Scratchy with sweat and heavy against her shoulders, just like the sweaters she used to wear in the winter. She was removed from Tiny’s domain a little over a week ago, and she almost missed him. Tiny was a gentle giant. He never bothered her unless he wanted to apply more makeup or brush out her hair; his most favorite dolly in the collection, with her flexible ball-joints, so fragile she can barely move at all.

Maybe that's why he got bored with her, or maybe he just was very good at sharing with his older brother. RJ was an unsettlingly quiet man, but his touches weren’t quiet — or soft. His heavy hand fisted in her long hair, twisting delicate strands around his thick fingers, tugging and pulling; making sure she knew who was in charge. Usually, RJ lurked around the house like a sulky cat unless he had to work. Today, he planted himself on his bed, a beer in hand, watching whatever was on the TV. With one massive finger, he cracked open the beer and explained, “A hardworkin’ man needs some time off.”

Denise didn’t know what to say to that. Wetting her dry lips, she found it was better to agree with him. “You deserve it.” Her voice, hoarse from thirst — and neglect, startled her. RJ didn’t seem to care, he only smirked in response. He seemed to like things quiet. He was a busy man, getting up before the sun was out, and often getting home late into the night. Denise supposed that was something good about him.

Denise didn’t know what to say to that. Wetting her dry lips, she found it was better to agree with him. “You deserve it.” Her voice, hoarse from thirst — and neglect, startled her. RJ didn’t seem to care, he only smirked in response. He seemed to like things quiet. He was a busy man, getting up before the sun was out, and often getting home late into the night. Denise supposed that was something good about him. Good or not, he was still petting her, petting her like some sort of animal.

His grimy, thick nails dug deep into her scalp like he was trying to dig her hair follicles out one by one. Denise watched him like a hawk would a mouse, trying to gage the reaction he wanted from her. Tiny was simple, he wanted a pretty doll to play with. RJ didn’t want a dolly, he wanted a dog. Something loyal and alive to welcome him back home after a long day, he didn’t want a doll; he wanted a woman. Something warm to stuff himself inside off when he felt that certain itch.

Denise was a crumpled, sweaty mess chained to his radiator. It wasn’t like she had a choice. Escape was a fantasy, a bitter, apathetic fantasy. Denise didn’t know why she clung to it; or her memories. She replayed them like worn home movies in her mind, especially the ones of Jerry. She missed him so much that it felt like someone whipped welts against her heart. It hurt so badly to think about him, to think about them. The ache felt so bad, like the exposed nerves of a rotten tooth in a mouthful of nothing but sugar.

Denise forced apart her dry lips again. “It must be very hard.” She went on, unable to stand the silence. Jerry didn’t believe in working for the “man.” Jerry wanted to be a freedom child, a love product of the sixties who still held ironclad to his parents' beliefs, a pair of old timers who Peter Panned through life and instilled the same ethics in their only son. Denise wondered if they even knew he was missing, if they even cared.

“Been a lot of work lately.” RJ grumbled. “Assholes need to learn how to drive.”

“I can’t drive,” Denise blurted out. “No one ever taught me.” As if he would care. She was only some plaything for him until he got bored, which would be soon. Denise could taste her impending death like she could the grits on her teeth from yesterday's breakfast. The fingers in her hair paused, and relief rushed through her, hoping he was done petting her; but RJ only trailed his hand down her neck, rubbing in circles with the pad of his massive thumb at the base of her neck, jolting her body forward with every motion he made.

His rough hands must’ve broken a lot of toys growing up, seemed like he traded in breaking toys for breaking bones. He could easily snap her neck like a bendable straw, and feel just about that the same for her as he did the straw.

“Mama don’t drive, either.” RJ mused. “Lotsa ladies don’t drive. Spaudlin’ taught Baby, I think.” He chuckled to himself, “Tried too, anyway. Girl ran his truck into a wall.”

Maybe that’s why the bitch has scrambled eggs for brains. “That sounds very scary.” Her daddy never wanted her to drive. He was just trying to keep her safe, like he always did. She should’ve listened to him better, that he was right; he did know more, he knew better than she did. The world was a cold, disgusting place waiting to chew on you and spit you out, bones and all. He was right about it all, even Jerry. He was just some hippie going nowhere, even if his heart was in the right place for everything he did. Denise wouldn’t have gone out with him. She wouldn’t of loved him so much if he was a bad person; he was just misunderstood.

Even when they fought, Denise never thought he was an evil man. He just didn’t have the same upbringing that she did. Jerry always told her that she’d choke on that silver spoon one day. Be true to yourself, baby, he’d say to her; then grimace when she did. Denise Willis was not a hippie chick, she was not a freedom child, and she knew that about herself. She believed in justice; Denise believed in soap and aspirin — she didn’t want to live on some community convent like Jerry grew up on; she wanted a spacious little apartment on Hollywood and Vine.

Don’t frown like that, Dee. Jerry used to say. Don’t be such a square, Dee. It’s just a road trip. Don’t do this, Denise, Don’t do that. He almost reminded her of a father in that way, always needing to be in control of what she was doing, thinking, feeling — at least RJ didn’t do that. Under his touch, at her own grotesque thoughts, Denise shivered. She shouldn’t think like that, couldn’t think like that. RJ was not some reluctant hero under the heavy foot of his overbearing family, if anything, he was the pure muscle that made sure they got their evil deeds done.

He was nothing to her, nothing but her captor, an enormous bear guarding the stolen princess.

“Naw. Baby thought it was funny. Now, she ain’t ‘loud to be in the drivers-seat. Me’n Otis gotta drive them everywhere. Don’t mind though, love my mama.”

Denise loved her mother, too. She’d give anything to see her again. “That’s nice.”

RJ shifted on the bed, dipping his hand down the back of her dress, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass. “You’re nice.”

His hand was warm and damp against her skin, the rough skin scratching an itch Denise didn’t know she had. “My boyfriend used to say I could be a real bitch.”

RJ scoffed. “That hippie sonbitch’ didn’t know his ass from his mouth.” He paused his hand. “Ain’t nothing bitchy about you. Maybe your friend with the braids, but not you.”

Mary. She missed Mary. She was just so excited about starting a new life. Some good that did her. “Mary wasn’t so bad. She had a hard life,” Denise whispered. “But, thank you.”

“Rich girls don’t have hard lives.” RJ said nonchalantly. “Maybe bad days, but not hard lives. Did you have a hard life?” It was the first time he’d ever asked her a question, or bothered to hold a conversation with her.

“No.” Denise admitted, reluctantly. “I had a good life. Until Captain Spauldings.”

RJ laughed at that, too. Finally, bored with petting her, he withdrew his hand from the back of her dress. “Suppose that coulda been a bad day for you.” He took the last swallow of his beer and reached for her again, taking her chin in his massive hand. “Wasn’t such a bad turnout for me. Always thought you was pretty.”

Her breath hitched in her throat. Did he want a “Thank You”? His words felt like maggots burrowing under her skin, eating away at the last bit of humanity she had left. He brushed his thumb against her lips, filling her nose with the faint remnants of sour beer and tobacco. Denise watched him watch her, with half-lidded eyes and a sloppy smirk. He pushed against her clammed lips, demanding entrance into the soft warmth of her mouth. He would keep pushing until he broke teeth, and she’d rather keep all her teeth while she could; So, Denise opened her mouth for him.

“Tiny didn’t know what to do with you. Not like I do,” RJ went on, sliding his thumb gently against her tongue. “Otis is too rough. He likes to break pretty things. I don’t break things.” He paused, laughing. “Well, I don’t try to make a habit of it. Sometimes pretty things are so damn breakable.”

You won’t break me. Denise thought, even with her lips locked around his thumb, she was too stubborn to be broken. Denise wasn’t brave like Mary was, but what was that old bible passage? The meek would inherit the world? All she had to do was bide her time until she was found; and she would be found, Denise was sure of that.

RJ moved this thumb in and out, swirling it around in her mouth, “You like this, don’t you?” He panted. “Gettin’ me all worked up really does something for you, don’t it, mama?”

If that’s what you want to tell yourself. Denise could taste him all over her tongue, and it made her want to retch. But she looked up at him through her lashes, watching the faint blush crawl across his nose, from their interaction or the alcohol — she wasn’t sure; maybe both. She lapped her tongue around his gargantuan finger; Denise was no seductress, she was just an awkward tomboy, something Jerry always made sure to remind her of during their own lovemaking.

“Don’t be so cold, Dee. Can you try to be sexy?” He’d complain. Usually when the fault was undoubtedly with him. Daringly, she wrapped her slender hand around his huge wrist, watching him like a cat would their favorite mouse. But, whatever she had, whatever she was doing; it was good enough for RJ, and that excited something treacherous inside her.

RJ’s chest rose and fell in hurried breaths, his eyes never leaving hers, and something dribbled traitorously against her thigh. RJ jammed his finger deeper into her mouth, and she stifled a gag, his thumb creasing the bottom of her chin. “Let's see how well you do with the real deal, baby.” He said, breathlessly. Sliding his finger free from the wet warmth of her mouth, RJ fumbled over his own belt buckle. “Got me so hard already, baby.”

Drool dripped from her chin onto her nightgown. In her haze, Denise nodded. She’d given head before, though Jerry told her she gave it like a decapitated fish. “Show me,” she rasped, the demand tasting funny in her mouth, like it shouldn’t be there at all. “Show me how hard I make you.”

RJ laughed, giving himself a few eager strokes. “You like what you see, mama?”

“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t.” Denise sleezed, forgetting herself, forgetting she was bleeding in shark-infested waters. He was bigger than Jerry was, but that doesn’t necessarily mean anything. RJ could either be the best or worse lay of her entire life.

“Yeah, you do.” RJ boosted. “I saw the way your eyes got wide, bigger than that hippie, huh?”

Denise bit into the fat on her bottom lip. She didn’t want to talk about Jerry now. It was bad enough he plagued her thoughts like some omen. "Does it matter?"

“Yeah. It does, and I am. Bigger than most,” inhaling, RJ worked his giant fist down his cock, smirking at her. “Most girls are scareda’ me.”

Regrettably, her cunt clenched around nothing. “Maybe I’m not most girls.”

“Naw. If you was, you wouldn’t be here right now.” He rubbed his thumb over his reddening tip, “Come on, then.”

Denise edges closer, the chain dragging behind her against the worn floor boards like some fat, slow snake.

substituting his larger hand with her smaller one — which barely encompass his entire shaft. She twists her wrist upwards against his sweaty skin, and RJ groans, bucking his hips against her hand. Maybe it had been awhile. She pumps him downwards, running her thumb along his length, she watches his fingers curl into the dirty sheets below him; was he itching to get those hands on her? Was she itching to let him? Her cunt was aching to be teased, and that disgusted her.

Denise gathered saliva in her mouth, and spat, earning a head tossing moan from RJ. Working, and twisting her wrists, Denise watched his hips twitch, and his fingers dig deeper into the sheets, she couldn’t imagine what he’d do once she had him in her mouth. He might explode.

“You like this?” Denise asks. “Does it feel good?”

“Yes,” RJ says, breathlessly. “It feels so fucking good.”

Good. It made her feel powerful in a situation that gave her little power at all. Without warning, Denise bowed her head and swirled her tongue around his head, trailing along his meatus. RJ bucks his hips again, forcing more of himself into her mouth, and Denise gags at the sudden invasion. One hand braces itself against his wide leg, and the other grabs at his shaft.

“Gotta warn a man, angel. Shit feels too good.” His heavy hand comes up to collect a wad of hair between his fingers, forcing her down on his dick further. “Take it, baby. I know you can.”

The lack of air causes her throat to constrict around him, her jaw aches, and the tears blur her vision — but she was no quitter. Denise bobs her head up and down along his length, like the good slut she was becoming for him. She didn’t have a fucking choice. Despite that, she has to squeeze her thighs together at his hot, vile words, and the downright nasty noises he was making at her touch. They shouldn’t be making her feel so good, they shouldn’t be lighting a fire under her ass. Still, her tongue laps at him eagerly, teasing him with her little love flicks. Her tongue kisses the parts of him she can’t explore with her hands. Slipping one hand away from his shaft, she dares to tug on his balls, testing the waters to see how far was too far with him.

“Fuck. You keep this shit up, and I’m gonna cum.” RJ growls, fingers digging into her scalp. “Don’t fucking stop. Come on, take all of me baby, please.” He thrusts up into her mouth again, desperate.

Her throat constricted tightly around him again, and this time she can taste the bile rise in the back of hr throat. Without a second thought, Denise spits him out from her mouth and coughs a few times before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

“I can’t,” she whined. “I can’t breathe when you do that.”

“That’s fine baby. I want to take you for a spin, anyway.” RJ moves fast for a man so large. He makes quick work of the heavy chain around her ankle, but Denise has no time to be relieved when she’s hosted up from the ground. RJ lifted her with ease. He was a behemoth, she probably felt like nothing to him. His wide chest rose and fell under her palms. Was he nervous? His breathing was so fast — excited? Maybe he just wanted her to take control, and that was almost comical. He was such a large man, an imposing man; he could crush her with the raw strength of his thighs. But he wanted her to get on top and ride him.

“You look good like that,” he mused. His large hands coming to rest on her hips, softly rocking her against his waiting, hot, heavy erection. “Feels good, too.”

“Thank you,” Denise forced out, her voice strained. The sensation of him against the small of her back was maddening.

With a smack, RJ's large hands pressed down on her folded thighs, tenderly squeezing them hard enough to bruise. RJ smirked and pulled her forward without waiting for a response, “let's go for a ride.”

“I can’t sit directly over your face,” Denise said. No one had ever offered to eat her out before. Figures the first time some psycho would be the one. “Won’t you suffocate?”

RJ howled with laughter. “Death by eatin’ pussy? What a way to go. I wouldn’t mind that on my tombstone.”

Denise couldn’t help but blush. “I’ve never done this before.” She told him, like it mattered at all to him.

“What? That hippie never took you for a spin?” RJ scoffed. “Fuckin’ idiot. Get up here, I’ll show you what a real man does with a woman.” He pulled her forward, raising her up over his face, “I won’t suffocate.” He added, “Swear it.”

Maybe she should want him to. This shouldn’t be this…cozy, or fun. It was dirty, nasty, and wrong. Denise gasped as her sweat-drenched body lowered onto his waiting mouth. She trembled as he playfully teased her with gentle licks, as if she tasted like some kind of candy. With eager, but slow flicks of his tongue. He dragged it along her folds, not giving her a moment to collect herself before he found her clit with his teeth. He pushed his face harder against her, hands gripping tightly against her thighs, burying himself in all her sticky, wet, glory.

“Fuck,” Denise moaned, planting her hands firmly against the wall. “Oh my god, oh my fucking god.” She couldn’t help but grind down against his tongue. The heat building in her belly was killing her. She could imagine it boiling her organs and frying her heart; killing her before she could reach her feverous peak. His teeth nipped at her labia, like he wanted to make it bleed, make it hurt — and it did. It hurt so good. “RJ, fuck I’m gonna cum.” She tried to peel herself off him, the pleasure building, making her thoughts hazy, only to be slammed back down against his face. Below her, he growled against her cunt, a warning: Do not do that again.

“Shit,” rocking her hips forward into him, Denise clenched her thighs on either side of his head, feeling his low moan erupted from his mouth, and it sent shivers down her spine. Grinding down, Denise threw her head back — her teeth bit hard into her lower lip, and for a split second she hoped that she tasted like acid against his lips. Her orgasm ripped through her like a goddamn freight train, shockwaves of pure, unbridled heat raced through her body, arching her back as far as she humanly could; Denise howled like some lost wolf looking for the light of the moon.

RJ loosened his grip against her thighs, leaving delicate temporary tattoos of his fingers along her skin. He allowed her to slither from his mouth and crumble against his chest in a spent heap. RJ wiped at it with the back of his mouth with his hand. “You cum real pretty, baby girl.” He reached behind him, tapping her lower back with his still hard cock, “Daddy’s turn now, hop on it.”

“I-I can’t, at least give me a break,” Denise whined. Jerry never had her so tired out. There was no way that she could go another round with him like this. “Please, Rufus.”

“I like when you say my name,” He tapped her again, “I want you to scream it.”

Whining, Denise raised her weak body up, rubbing her drooling cunt against the head of his dick. Hating how much she ached to feel it hollow her out, slowly, she forces her tired, puffy cunt down over his red, angry head, sighing at the sensation of being so damn full. She hates how stupid he’s making her, but he is good at making her forget everything; and Denise hasn’t felt this good in weeks. Maybe longer, when was the last time she came that hard with Jerry? The curve of his cock brushes against somewhere that bubbles a moan up from her parted lips; potentially, it wouldn’t be so bad to get fucked this stupid if he blocked everything else in the world out.

RJ groans, bucking up into her warm, wet, eager hole. “Better dick than that hippie, isn't it?”

“God, yes,” Denise moans, voice discombobulated — like she’s been chewing on a ball of cotton. “Rufus, please.” RJ grunts, thrusting his hips up, hitting that same spot from earlier, and phosphenes danced behind her eyes. Denise tries to move her hips, tries to match his pace, but she’s too fuckstupid, too far gone to have any sort of rhythm; she braces her hands against his chest and peers at him through heavy eyes darkened by her own lashes. He’s smirking at her. His hands find her hips, and he guides her along with him, grinding her down against him like a pretty dolly that she is.

Denise rocks back onto him, and each desperate thrust squelches sticky and wet. Anger blooms next to her own arousal. How dare she allow this to happen? What would her friends think of her now? What would her parents think of her? Her inner walls constricted and RJ grunts. Suddenly, it didn’t fucking matter; her brain turned just as sloppy and wet as her cunt and nothing else seemed to make sense.

“You got another one for me, baby?” RJ groans, “I know you do. Come on, let me feel you cum again.” The rusty bedsprings squeaked loudly in time to the two tightly entwined bodies struggling wildly against each other. The sounds of deep, straining grunts and groans filled the hot, stifling air of the room. Mingling with the noise of sweat soaked flesh smacking sharply against sweat soaked flesh and the wet, viscous slurp of his pile driving cock going in and out of her cunt.

Denise gasped, her hips ground uncontrollably against his. Soft mewling animal sounds escaped pitifully from between her passion clenched teeth. “It hurts,” she whimpered, through bared teeth, suddenly, with a deep throated groan, her body began vibrating uncontrollably.

“Y’like it when it hurts, baby?” RJ groans. “Tell me you like it when it hurts.”

“Fuck,” Denise's body felt itself coming to life now. The pain was receding and was slowly giving way to a maddening electric tingle that began deep within her womb and seeped relentlessly through the raw nerve ends of her flesh. “I like when it hurts, Rufus.” Her orgasm rippled through her cunt, dancing like fire across her thighs, up the full length of her legs and circled around inside her toes, curling them tightly against the bottoms of her feet. She can feel RJ pulse inside her. Through her lidded eyes, she watched his jaw tighten at his own impending orgasm. It almost looks painful, but he drew his hips back and gave one final slam into her abused cunt before draining himself deep inside her.

“You don’t disappoint, you know that?” RJ said, breathless, running his fingers along her back. He made no moves to remove himself from her, despite how soft he was growing inside her.

Thin rivulets of sweat rolled down her forehead. Collapsing against RJ’s chest, Denise gasped like some sort of fish out of water. “I’ve got a lot to live for,” she muttered, too spent to think about what she was saying.

“I knew you’d be a good pick,” RJ mused, not paying any attention to what she was saying. “Knew you’d be the type to bring home to mama, but know your way around the fuckin’ bedroom. Hate havin’ to train bitches.”

Denise shuddered at the implication of his words. The haze in her mind was clearing, and she didn’t want to think about what he meant.

#house of 1000 corpses #minxie writes* #RJ firefly #Rufus Firefly Jr #Denise Willis #dead dove do not eat #dubcon #I hate this but its the best I can do

[inazumaneko]

Are the mercs good with kids?

Just some headcannoning for goofs

Scout:

are they good with kids?: yes

Do they know what they’re doing?: yes

Scout always wanted a younger sibling. He liked being the baby but never got the opportunity he wanted to be someone’s cooler big brother. He instead used that energy and became people’s “older brother” throughout school and adulthood. He commonly took babysitting jobs and was always the cool one who’d let you have soda and stay up past your bedtime. The only time he’d probably struggle is young children like toddlers and infants, as he’d be worried he’d accidentally drop them or something.

Rating: 8/10 he cool guy

Soldier:

are they good with kids?: questionable

Do they know what they’re doing? No

Soldier is a very enthusiastic caretaker, but that doesn’t mean he’s a good influence LMAO. He will curse and everything until he is reminded that kids are not usually supposed to hear that. He also knows nothing about caring for one, or how to assist if one is distressed. If he was given some serious training he’d be pretty great. without it though he isn’t really the best choice. If he was, however, a supervised playmate, he’d be fine.

Rating 3/10 for wildest playdate

Pyro:

are they good with kids?: yes

Do they know what they’re doing?: yes

Pyro is surprisingly good with kids. He is a great combo of enjoying what they like while also being generally responsible about keeping them safe. Some of the kids may be intimidated by their appearance so that would be a hurdle, but after that is handled it should be mostly smooth sailing. However fire needs to be out of the equation. Pyro would absolutely wanna show the kids since they love it so much and that’s not the best idea.

Rating: 6/10. Great unless fire is involved

Demoman:

Are they good with kids?: yes

Do they know what they’re doing?: mostly.

Demo is a pretty solid caretaker overall. He’s got a fun personality that kids would like, as well as fun stories that’ll keep them entertained. His skills however are mostly short term, as he would want his time back to himself afterwards. To try and be a good influence he would put away the booze but once he’s had his fill of kiddos he’ll wanna tap out. Think of him kinda like the cool uncle who shows up for Christmas with gifts then bounces like an hour later LMAO

Rating: 7/10 he is great until the scrumpy calls

Engineer:

Are they good with kids?: yes

Do they know what they’re doing?: yes

Engineer may be an only child, but he’s had his fair share of cousins, nieces, nephews, etc. his gentler voice makes kids feel really safe around him. He’ll play guitar, show the kids safe things for tinkering, and is great at keeping them happy and healthy. He’s also good with smaller kids too which is a plus. All in all he’s legitimately great. The only reason he isn’t getting a 10 is because he doesn’t have as much experience as he could.

Rating: 9/10 southern hospitality

Heavy:

are they good with kids?: yes

Do they know what they’re doing?: yes

do you want a kid taken care of? He’s your guy. He changed his little sister’s diapers, helped them stay fed, and kept his whole family safe. He very much knows what he’s doing. He’ll play games with them, make sure they’re eating when needed, and comfort them if they need it. That kid is never gonna be safer than with heavy. Plus even the bigger kids can be carried around with him, that is the COOLEST.

Rating: 10/10 he’s perfect

Medic:

Are they good with kids?: no

Does they know what they're doing: mostly

Medic is,,,, interesting. He thinks he’s good with kids, but he more just scares them because he gives off huge uncanny valley vibes. Kids can tell something’s off with him and while he may know what to do in theory, in practice it feels forced and off. Now personality aside he’ll absolutely make sure the kid is safe, well fed, entertained etc. but his personality just screams “you’re vibes are rancid old man.” And thus he is kinda the boogeyman of the mercs.

Rating: 5/10. He’ll work in a pinch but there’s probably better options.

Sniper:

Are they good with kids?: kinda(?)

Do they know what they’re doing?: no

Sniper hasn’t had a lot of practice with kids. He’s an only child and had very few people in his life with kids. He’s got nothing against them, he just has no experience. Give him a kid and he’ll freeze because he doesn’t wanna fuck up. Once he gets to know them he’ll get in the groove and finally loosen up. He’ll make some dumb mistakes, like letting them near dangerous things, or not watching them during times he should, but for someone who has no idea what to do it could be worse.

Rating: 4/10 the kids survived somehow

Spy.

are they good with kids?: weirdly yes

Do they know what they’re doing?: yes

Spy will protest taking care of a kid. He’ll complain, saying things like “they’ll ruin my suit!” Or “I don’t want their dirty hands anywhere near me”. But once he’s accepted his fate he’ll begrudgingly get to work. His personality with them is “I don’t care about you but I actually REALLY do.” He makes sure they eat their veggies, nap if they gotta nap, and takes no sass. He doesn’t deal with foolishness and shuts it down with sass back. When he thinks the kids aren’t paying attention he’s a lot more gentle and caring, like helping them learn to tie their shoelaces petting their hair if they fall asleep on him, or if they’re away at the bathroom for a long time he’ll knock to make sure they’re doing okay. For him it’s weirdly cathartic and guilt-filled. He doesn’t wanna mess up again.

Rating: 8/10. He cares AAA

#tf2 #tf2 scout #tf2 soldier #tf2 pyro #tf2 demoman #tf2 engineer #tf2 heavy #sniper tf2 #tf2 medic #tf2 spy #headcanon

[quirkle2]

PLEASE PLEASE TALK ABOUT THE LEGENDS ARCEUS AU I'M SO NORMAL ABOUT IT <- LYING I AM NOT NORMAL

HI WE'LL BOTH BE NORMAL TOGETHER

(uhm warning for injury/blood/whump, parental death, uhhhhhhhhh fire? a lot happens (also idk if the read more thing has been fixed so let's pray. i refuse to smack these long ass paragraphs in front of innocent bystanders (this is so long. im so sorry)))

ok so reigen is the professor of the galaxy expedition team and u may be wondering how he got that job: lying :)! he claims he knows everything abt pokemon and that he's been studying them his whole life when in reality he's not even totally sure how many pkmn types there are. granted, the rest of the team doesn't either, so his ability to bluff himself out of any given situation is massively helped by their cluelessness

he just wants to sleep in a bed with blankets and eat food to survive and lying into the professor position was the quickest way he saw to get there. he'd been wandering in the wilderness for a while since coming to hisui before that and it kinda sucked. bro just wants a house in this crippling economy

mob n ritsu were originally from another village! they don't meet reigen until mob is 9 (ritsu 8). there's no powers in this au but mob's whole shtick is that he takes the,, extreme pacifist route i guess? he thinks pokemon r to be respected and loved and Not Bothered and he's against the use of pokeballs to store them and commanding them to battle each other, etc. essentially if he were in a modern era he'd think the way present-time people treat pkmn is, for the most part, cruel

anyway their hometown gets attacked by pkmn and the village is destroyed. their parents die protecting them, so 9-year-old mob was left to fend for himself n his little brother alone. they travel together kinda aimlessly for 7ish months until they get remarkably (unknowingly) close to jubilife village and come across that giant fuckin rapidash before the bridge

it's their first alpha pkmn encounter. neither of them have pkmn to defend themselves with (mob's reason: he ain't like that. ritsu's reason: He Is Eight and Scared). mob has always been able to empathize w pkmn a lot and sorta get a read on what they're thinking, so the vibes comin off that rapidash were rancid and he was worried abt it. mob has never been afraid of pkmn, not even the rly big and scary looking ones. so he approaches it with the intention of calming it down, seeing what's hurting it. he makes ritsu stay back in case things go bad

he's kicked in the head. if u forgot how big that rapidash is just google it. the hooves r the size of ur player character's head and ur player character is like 15. mob is 9. the fact that he doesn't die immediately upon impact is a miracle. the fact that he survives longer than 5 seconds after the fact is basically divine intervention

the doodle i made in the top left corner of ritsu screaming is this ^ encounter. he watches it happen, and then watches in horror more as the rapidash panics at ritsu's scream and rolls a flame wheel over his brother's limp form. ritsu manages to dive for him and run, but the kid is thoroughly terrified and traumatized

i'll spare u the horrid bits but long story short ritsu finds a cave to settle in and while he's rly inexperienced with medical treatment he does his best. his best isn't very good in the grand scheme of things but him being 8 is a pretty damn good excuse. he camps out there for Three Whole Days waiting for his brother to wake up or respond to literally anything but it isn't happening and the longer this goes on for the more terrified ritsu gets

mob's taught him how to survive pretty well all things considered, but ritsu is a lot more worried abt mob than taking care of himself and he ends up neglecting his own needs pretty fiercely. he feels too sick w guilt/fear to eat. he tries to stay up as long as he can in case mob stirs. by the end of it he's pretty worse for wear too

reigen finds them while out in the field doing research (wasting time). he sees a little kid half stuck in a bush looking for berries and when reigen tries to get his attention ritsu, who is extremely on edge and sleep deprived and scared, just straight up screams at him. reigen sees his dirty clothes and skinny arms and flushed face (fever. definitely fever) and alarm bells ring in his head to not let the kid go no matter what cuz he Will lose him otherwise

once ritsu gets his bearings and realizes this is a human (first one other than mob he's seen in forever) and not a pokemon coming to kill him he starts crying to him abt his brother and reigen feels his heart drop to his stomach bc if This kid is worried about a brother who is supposedly worse off,,, dear god

ritsu leads reigen to mob. the dressings around his arm where he was burnt are completely incorrect and most definitely horribly infected and ritsu didn't rly do Anything for the head injury other than clean the blood away bc well. again. he's 8. idek if eight year olds know what concussions are

reigen BOOKS it back to jubilife faster than he's ever ran and halfway through he realizes ritsu has passed out in his arms too (kid's probably exhausted beyond belief. reigen has no idea how long they've been like this but he guesses a while) everybody in the village is kinda horrified when the professor comes back with two hurt kids, one of which is on death's door. the medical team there does everything they can

it takes a while for mob to wake up, but thankfully he does in the end. reigen finds out thru ritsu that they've been alone for "a long time" (ritsu doesn't know. doesn't rly remember. reigen asks mob when he wakes up and mob says he stopped counting somewhere after day 140)

even though mob still isn't quite back to his old self and is still generally confused and Slightly Off, the doctors say he'll be okay after a few weeks and reigen has unintentionally gotten very attached to these kids. ritsu had told him their parents died during the attack on their village. they have nowhere else to go, and like hell is Any member of this village gonna be happy with simply throwing them out into the wilderness again. so reigen takes them in

anyway that's how they meet <3 GVEYAI mob is back to his normal self (the occasional Moment of Confusion comes around from the brain injury, but they taper off after a while) and reigen is very much surprised to see that mob, as ritsu has described to him, still very much loves every pkmn he comes across. he gets a bit nervous around rapidashes in particular, but other than that, mob is still just as caring and just as respectful as ritsu described him to be. ritsu is scared of bigger pkmn like any other kid is. mob is an exception, even after that experience.

reigen waits about a year so that they have time to settle and recover (and so that he has time to observe), and then he gives them each a pokemon. this might seem odd, but mob has never expressed any ill will toward Any pkmn, and ritsu still smiles at the smaller ones

he gives them a choice between the pla starters that have been hanging around his office. mob picks cyndaquil and names her cindy. ritsu picks rowlet and doesn't name him at all (this gives reigen pause, but ritsu seems to have a new fire in his eyes, so he brushes the worry away)

when they're of age (mob waits for ritsu to reach 13. they do everything together) they both join the survery corps, and mob ends up becoming reigen's assistant :]! reigen is admittedly a little worried abt this development, about his kids going out into the wild, but they both seem ready for it (ritsu seems ... a little Too ready for it considering his past) so he relents

mob has made his opinions about pkmn clear, especially to reigen, and reigen has ended up adopting some of his ideals since he met him bc they,, well thwy sound reasonable. they sound nice. mob doesn't ever put cindy in a pokeball, and cindy had never once been in a battle other than play fights with rowlet. mob treats cindy like any other normal pet, like a friend. he looks at those boxes of pokeballs in reigen's office with a frown. he finds the idea of fighting pkmn in the wild for sport despicable. he openly scratches out the pokedex tasks like "defeat 10 times" with disdain. reigen starts seeing another world that he never rly considered before, with mob

this is where reigen senses some,,, tension, between the boys. ritsu evolves his rowlet into a dartrix remarkably quickly since joining the survey corps, and not even a few weeks later he's a got decidueye on his side. ritsu catches pokemon left and right and if they're "not strong enough" he keeps them in pokeballs until he remembers they exist again. he works on building a team with no weaknesses, or as few weaknesses as possible. bro invents competitive pkmn

obviously, mob sees this and ,,, doesn't like it. he doesn't like how Distant ritsu is with his pokemon, with creatures that he wholeheartedly believes should be treated as friends or family. he doesn't name any of them, he spends nearly all his earned money from the survey corps on items that boost their strength, but almost no money toward items for comfort, or even treats, or toys. ritsu treats his team like they're tools. the relationship between ritsu and his pkmn is,, strained. mob can sense they aren't nearly as happy as they could be

but mob knows that he can't just,, police ritsu on how he should handle his own pokemon. he may not agree with how ritsu approaches the subject, or with how ritsu's first instinct for anything pkmn is usually "fight it," but mob knows ritsu Does like pkmn. ritsu's never hated pkmn, he's just,,, scared of them, sometimes. he thinks maybe this is his way of making himself feel protected. mob doesn't like the idea of taking that away from him, no matter how much seeing ritsu refrain from giving his team a break grinds on his soul

little does he know, ritsu's strictness with his pkmn isn't born out of a fear for himself at all. he's building a dependable team to protect his brother. that's the whole reason he's doing this, the whole reason he didn't name rowlet when he first got him. ritsu knew that if he were to do this, he couldn't get attached to them, bc losing pokemon in fights is a very real possibility. it's been drilled into each and every one of his pkmn's heads that they r to protect mob at all costs. if there's a repeat of That incident, ritsu doesn't think he can handle it (>:])

WOW THIS IS ALREADY SO LONG i haven't even gotten to the kleavor part yet. fuck. if ur still reading this can i have ur hand in marriage /silly

OKAY SO . The Game's Plot comes in, finally. took long enough. reigen starts getting reports of frenzied nobles and he's most worried abt kleavor bc it's rather close to them, and the village could very well be in danger if kleavor decides to say fuck you in particular. so reigen goes Hey This is an Actual Threat That Needs My Attention I Have to be Competent For a Sec and spends the next few weeks tirelessly searching for an answer for this kleavor. some of the staff have already gotten mauled by it. reigen cannot ignore this and put it on somebody else like he usually does

the whole town is getting antsy, and mob most definitely notices. ritsu's jumpy all the time anymore, like he expects kleavor to rampage through the streets any second now. reigen looks tired and worn down, and he's been coming home later and later. mob watches as reigen makes plans to use force against kleavor with a sour taste in his mouth. he tries to tell reigen that force isn't the answer here. reigen, bless him, doesn't know how to tell a kid that friendship and rainbows isn't always the answer

after another week or so, mob's had enough. they've gotten nowhere closer to calming kleavor and more people have gotten injured, so mob quietly writes a note and leaves it on his bed, makes sure he doesn't wake up ritsu or cindy, and leaves the house before reigen comes home. he sneaks out over the fence so the guards at the gate don't catch him. he sets off to go see kleavor

he fully and truly believes that force is not the answer. he fully and truly believes that if he goes up to kleavor with no pokemon to fight it with, no weapons or spears pointed at it, and just a calm voice and peaceful demeanor, kleavor will see there is no danger. the galaxy team's previous attempts have all centered around violence and scare tactics. nobody has recently come up to its territory without posing a threat. mob genuinely just thinks that kleavor needs calm

reigen finds the note. freaks the fuck out. immediately rounds up every person in the village that's capable of fighting and they march out of the village to save a kid who's in way over his head. reigen makes ritsu Promise him that he will not leave the village. he can see it in ritsu's eyes, the way he wants nothing more than the come with them, but reigen gives the argument that ritsu is their strongest soldier back home and they still need to protect the village from anything else while everybody's gone. it takes all of ritsu's self-control to not go against him (he's fully set on coming with them until reigen Grips him by the arms and says "i can't lose both of you.")

mob's plan does end up working in the end, but not quite perfectly and not at all in a good way. he steps into kleavor's territory and has it calm at first, but smth changes in kleavor's eyes and whatever Force that's corrupting it surges and kleavor snaps.

mob gets Fucked Up by that thing. sliced and thrown and clawed until he can barely stand up to run away, but it's the last blow that matters. kleavor comes down on him with a chop right to his middle and everything stops. there's a sizeable gash that cuts through mob's side horizontally and kleavor's axe is stuck in the flesh there, but once mob isn't moving anymore and nothing is making kleavor afraid, the fog in its brain clears and it sees what it's done

it also sees that mob is still awake, and despite everything kleavor did to him, he's still looking at it like he knows its capacity for gentleness. even through the pain mob looks at kleavor like he Knows this isn't what it's rly like. and as soon as mob sees the light return to kleavor's eyes he smiles, blood gurgling in his throat

kleavor hears shouts from the forest, sees torchlight and panicked yells for mob. it doesn't know what to do, don't like what it sees, what it Did to this poor kid. it winces when it has to slide its axe out from the gash in mob's side—the squelch it makes and the Noise mob lets out is the last thing kleavor needs to book it

u can only imagine how fuckin hysterical reigen feels when he sees mob on the ground like that. they brought half of the medical team just in case and reigen is rly glad they did bc if they didn't there's a good chance mob would've bled out right there within a few minutes.

he's in rly rly bad shape and is barely conscious by the time reigen grabs his face and tells him itll be okay. they bring him back to the village at record pace and every minute they take he looks paler. reigen is so scared the kid's going to die in his arms before they even get there

when they get to the gates someone from the medical team takes him from reigen's arms. reigen hears ritsu scream. the kid's shoving people away who're trying to comfort him and beelining his way to mob, but reigen catches him before he can fully see the damage bc he does Not want that bloody mess to be in ritsu's nightmares for the rest of his life

ritsu fights him and pushes him and shoves him away, screaming that he just wants to see his brother, but reigen holds him back and he ends up pulling ritsu close when the kid loses steam and just starts sobbing into his chest

to ritsu, he's failed again. to reigen, he's failed them both. to mob, despite holding onto the living world by a thread, he succeeded.

anyway that's the story so far VGEAYVUA I HAVEN'T .. FIGURED OUT TERU YET. or dimple. i know the gist of i how i want teru and mob's meeting to go tho. teru is just like ritsu but like . Worse when it comes to pokemon. uses them as tools and doesn't even rly think of them as sentient at all. until he meets mob that is :]

i'm thinkin he's the warden of sneasler! and yaknow what, just for shits n giggles and bc i love ingo too much to get rid of him, what if ingo is teru's unofficial teacher. what if. wouldn't that be fuckin hilarious and completely ruin any sense of consistency here. what if (it's happening)

i'm also pretty set on making dimple one of the wisps from the spiritomb quest that ends up following mob around. that's fitting i think

#qktalks #asterleavess #okay but like . i Just now thought of ingo and teru being teacher & student and it's kinda hilarious #ingo would be so fed up with his bullshit. i think ingo meeting mob would be like ''please make my student not an asshole'' #''he's good at heart i know he is. he's a very good kid. but god he's so obnoxious'' #that's gold. fuck it it's happening #putting two blorbos from different fandoms into a blender and watching it spin #i thought abt it as a joke and then 2 minutes later it was no longer a joke #bald best friends ?????????????????????????????? #i hate that tag i want to delete it GVEYIAGVA #im hoping y'all aren't waiting for a conclusion that ends with the actual plot of pla cuz .ihaven't thought abt the legendaries at all <3 #this is just me beating up the main cast. mostly mob. okay it's just mob but im beating the others up emotionally

[n0sewise]

hi! 1 & 12 for choose violence game, if its okay to ask

hi, yes it's totally okay to ask!

1. Oh god, it could be any of them, honestly. I see a lot of UwU Killua, but also there's a ton of really great Killua too. I'm going with Gon since we never get to hear his inner thoughts. There's a tendency in fandom to go really extreme with him either as The Sweetest Most Innocent Boy In The World or Selfish 8ft Monster Who Hurt Killua. I don't see him as either, and even in my own writing I've had people misinterpret him as being dumb for the sake of it, or an alpha bro type when in reality, he's got the mother (father?) of all abandonment issues. This is the kid that went out to see what's so great about smoking bc his dad left to get a pack of cigarettes(someone funnier than me made this comparison and i forget who). Gon is Complex. His morality is a little weird. He loses his arms like it's a hobby. Anyway. Yeah, Gon is my pick for 1.

12. Illumiiiiii. I love Illumi, but this won't be in defense of him (I don't even think he's unpopular). Something about him makes my brain go brrrr. He is The Worst and here is why I love him:

1) a fantastic villain. We don't even know who he is until his big reveal in the exam arc when we find out Why Gittarackur has been in disguise this entire time. He's got those big, empty shark eyes. He's an assassin and yet he walks around in weird, green, puffy sleeved outfits when it would clearly be more practical to dress in literally any other way. He hardly emotes until He Does, at which point he becomes Terrifying to behold.

2) he's the kid that Silva and Kikyo fucked up first. Look, that Speaks To Me as an only child gifted kid burnout. Illumi is their firstborn, but he's not the heir, and he's Very Good at what he does. Was he born with the right temperament, or was it beaten out of him? We don't get that info, but I think it's fucking fascinating, and even more so when you consider that Milluki must have been the overcorrection of whatever was done to Illumi to make him the way he is. Was there any point where they looked at this perfect assassin and were like, "...we might have messed him up a little" ? Was he told to have a hand in Killua's upbringing, or did he take that on by choice? The Implications of his childhood and that of the rest of the Zoldycks are some of the most interesting in the series to me.

3) he's a hypocrite! He's delusional! Mr. Assassins Don't Have Friends went and got engaged to a magician clown? Illumi is so delulu for his entire conversation with Hisoka where he assumes he is the person Killua loves most and it makes me choke on my coffee every single time. He's removed from reality, which is a charming and horrifying trait to have, and it has endless au potential.

So far I've only written him as The Worst Person Killua Knows, but can you imagine au Illumi as the most embarrassing older brother? Illumi showing up while Killua has Gon over after school and thinking he killed it because he just dabbed like the kids do, and Killua is hoping the ground will open up and swallow him bc his big brother Did Not just do that in front of his crush? Illumi bringing his awful, creepy boyfriend to An Important Zoldyck Function and not understanding (or caring) when they manage to clear the room because their combined vibes are just too rancid?

I love Illumi. I don't want to see him succeed. I do not think he has a healthy relationship with any of his siblings. He is Not a good person in the series, and it makes him so fun to watch. Hisoka makes my skin crawl, but I could watch 8 hours of Illumi failing at human interaction.

This came out longer than I intended, whoops. Thanks for the ask!

#nosewise writing tag #asks

[bluebudgie]

So after messing this up in the last playthrough, I got to recruit Gilbert in Drakenhold this time.

The Drakenhold storyline comes with some interesting sibling dynamics (Travis+Berengaria, Hilda+Primm, Gilbert+Aramis) and I especially love the juxtaposition of the first and last pairs' reunions right after one another.

Travis and Berengaria do not start off on the best terms, they clearly have some past matters to chew on, but when they finally make up it's such a sweet and heartfelt scene.

That little hug after them talking things through. Way to make me feel things about characters I didn't really care for up to that point.

Coincidentally, one of the other siblings shows up in the scene and boy. The vibes are rancid, may I say.

Go off, passive agressive king. On that note, I felt like this one sounded even more bitter in the German localization.

"It's bitter to be abandoned. Especially by a loved person."

Anyway, he does have a good reason to feel this way. Six years ago the kingdom got invaded, his father died in battle and in the same breath his brother, the crown prince, "went missing" without a word (aka, decided to go "yea no screw those royal duties I'm out of here bye").

How old is Gilbert exactly? With his height and some characters calling him "kid" (which I believe isn't literal, but still), is he even 18? Like, how old was he six years ago when he was left alone in the middle of the kingdom's invasion?

Anyway the two long-lost siblings get to reunite after Soldraga is liberated, and it's.... stiff. Expectedly so.

Yup, sure is. On that note, it makes absolutely no difference in meaning but I still find it interesting the German version opts for the wording "I thought you were dead".

"Where have you been all these years?"

Anyway Aramis gives him the brief overview; how the army fell in battle, their father died, and out of shame of facing the kingdom's people after his failure he decided to take on a new name and go undercover. Gilbert does try to tell him their father's death isn't his fault, but that discussion goes kinda nowhere.

I don't know if it's just a language thing but despite meaning the exact same thing I always feel like the German translation comes off as ever so slightly more snarky. Maybe that's a me thing though.

Aramis pins his return on being coerced by Alain (and Virginia might I add), so... very clearly not out of his own good will to clear things up with his little brother.

I also can't help but notice that for a lot of their conversation Aramis either keeps his eyes averted from Gilbert, or his back turned to him.

It's not all entirely unloving though. They do try.

I'm fairly certain it's implied in the German translation as well, but still I find it interesting there is no "I'm proud of you" in there. "You're doing well. Father surely is proud of you."

Anyway, one exchange about who of the two is worthy of ruling the kingdom later Aramis decides it's time to leave again. Gilbert then announces he will join the liberation army to fight at his side. Despite his big brother's objections.

Finally a little bit of lighthearted bickering at the end of their conversation.

Still it's all very... well, Lou and I called it "constipated". The entire conversation feels very impersonal. It's all very much about the kingdom, about rulership. After six years apart there is no "I'm glad to see you", no "I missed you". It makes sense given the situation. It makes sense for their characters. I like that it was written this way. And I like it as a contrast to the very sweet sibling reunion that happens right before.

#budgie plays unicorn overlord #unicorn overlord spoilers

[winepresswrath]

i don't know what you guys were talking about this book is amazing.

Edit: ok we've moved from lestat's take on the pope and communism and i'm beginning to see.

Edit again: but also i will say "And can I be damned for loving people who bring out the love in me? Is that so awful for a full time monster?" is fun, actually. for all the full body cringe bangers live here too.

back again to say the racism is bad. i'm not really sure where to start or what to say aside from the fact that if you're curious about this reading experience you should be braced for it.

furthers edits from a lunch break:

I'm not saying this book is good but I do think her preoccupations hit. Lestat falling a little in love with a guy because he loves to be in love & appreciates anyone who makes him feel tenderness (such a pleasant and diverting feeling) then deciding to make his little monster frankenbaby an Eve so they can be perfect in the garden and he can be the good and loving fathergod both he and they lacked before abruptly remembering that he's a terrible fathergod and pivoting to trying to fuck Eve's mom is solid enough as a premise. but for all this preoccupation with reproduction and pedagogy, and veering out of my lane- I find the way the book treats Quinn's (the aforementioned frankenbaby) actual literal child and the mother of that child and frankly her entire family just- shockingly awful? not because they seem like they're heading for a bad end but because they get like nothing in the way of interiority compared to the white characters. There's something so facile and ugly about how the book handles race. like yes it's gothic no these aren't good people. there's an obvious theme of consuming and perverting love, needing it for its own sake because it feels good and reminds you that you are a person capable of finer feelings while still not being able to fully appreciate or understand the personhood of the people who inspire the vampire oxytocin hits. still!!! jasmine is alive because Quinn loves her but he's not in love with her, because she wasn't dying and so he can't justify killing her, but how she feels about any of this- fucking her employer, his subsequent affairs with lestat and his true love- i've got very little. She thinks of Mona as a child, justifiably. She's protective of her when she thinks her boss-lover-foster brother???? might be a necrophiliac. also the dialect is bad. also the happy servant vibes are rancid. it's a lot. i have a renewed appreciation for merrik girlbossing and gaslighting her way to vampirism.

#press reads iwtv #i genuinely mean it who else has ever turned their demon lover into their self insert #and then used him to share their thoughts on communism and the pope #stay tuned for the inevitable it's so over #however anne rice loved the pope and thought she could fix him #is one of those things i feel like i've always known but apparently did not always know #cw: racism

[vanilla-phantoms]

I could be so interested in a breakdown of your playlists! I love when people tell me their Kepler thoughts :)

Hoo boy here we go (I think I will do this in three separate posts bc otherwise it will be miles long, but here’s part one)

First off, here’s the playlist again for reference:

1. Tombstone Blues by Richie Havens

This one is on his official playlist by Urbena and it really influenced some of my hcs for him. It feels like a good tone setter for the whole playlist as well as starting off chronologically with his childhood.

“Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes

Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for food

I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone blues”

I headcanon he grew up poor with parents who were often absent and working, leading him to become very competent and self sufficient at a young age.

The verses to this song also have this sense of absurdist parody of capitalist wartime America which really fits well for his character as a whole

2. White Room by Cream

This one is also on his official playlist and I’m gonna be honest I mostly put it here for vibes. The lyrics don’t make too much sense except for the repeated train station setting. I especially like this verse for him:

“You said no strings could secure you at the station

Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows

I walked into such a sad time at the station

As I walked out, felt my own need just beginning”

Idk man. It just fits. There’s going to be a theme in these early life songs of restless frustration.

3. Time Bomb by Rancid

I discovered this song as a Jacobi song, but I can imagine Kepler in his mid teen years falling in with the ‘wrong crowd’ and having a rebellious phase. Once more mostly a reflection of an upbringing forcing him to grow up too fast and a restless anger from being someone very intelligent with few opportunities.

“Well, he's back in the hole where they got him living

Like a rat but he's smarter than that nine lives

Like a cat 15 years old, take him to the youth authority home

First thing you learn, you got to make it in this world alone”

4. King for a Day by Green Day

This is on there for gender headcanons that are very influenced by the headcanons of a friend of mine @vvarren-kepler (who will have more insightful comments about this than me). But it boils down to, Kepler is always someone who uses his image as a tool, and maybe at goddard he uses a traditionally masculine presentation to achieve a specific image and effect and because he knows life will be easier for him that way. Maybe, just maybe, when he was younger with a bit more freedom, he was a bit different.

5. Dirty Imbecile by The Happy Fits

See my other post here for this one:

6. Red Right Hand by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

This one is here for his recruitment into Goddard. I like to hc that Cutter recruited him himself, and so in this song Cutter is the man with the red right hand, coming to “rescue” kepler from his life with high and dangerous promises

7. The Devil Wears a Suit and Tie by Colter Wall

This song is a fun one for Kepler in general, but like the one before the “devil” in this song is actually Cutter. This is another one I have on here for his recruitment. I really like the metaphor of goddard as something kepler “sold his soul” or his humanity to, like Lovelace points out in that one scene.

Highlighting this lyric because I can really see cutter using a “you’re just like me” kind of technique when recruiting kepler:

“I know you, I know you young man

I know you by the state of your hands

You're a six-string picker

Just as I, I am”

8. Megalomania by David Lemaitre

This is for him as he’s just joined Goddard, getting used to the cutthroat lifestyle and feeling a little out of his depth.

9. Call Them Brothers by Regina Spektor

I’ve mentioned before that I hc Kepler as having a younger brother that he was the primary caretaker of growing up but who he is now estranged from. This is the process of that estrangement. I think kepler did stick around and take care of him at least until he came of age and could take care of himself, but not for long after that. This could also be the time he decides to change his name and separate himself from his family entirely (I also hc that Kepler isn’t his real surname)

10. Glory and Gore by Lorde

This one is also on his official playlist, and I’m using it to represent his transfer from more normal work in goddard to the black-ops work he ends up leading. I think he probably didn’t start there, but it’s always where Cutter intended to put him. This lyric is one I think fits him pretty well:

‘Delicate in every way but one (the swordplay)

God knows we like archaic kinds of fun (the old ways)

Chance is the only game I play with, baby

We let our battles choose us’

#I’ll be making a part 2 and 3 when I have time! #Warren kepler #wolf359

[archon-maenad]

hello, welcome to my pinned post! I'm archon-maenad, formerly known as wormpinions, and this is meant to be a guide and warning all at once for my blog. if you're following me with any level of active interest I highly recommend at least skimming this.

below the read-more contains general disclaimers I wish everyone who read my posts could know, a list of takes I have that might be deal-breakers, a summary of each au I created that I post about on here, and an extensive masterlist of my insane tagging system.

and here's my ao3 above the rm, because I'm shameless and desperate for interaction.

honestly, by general disclaimers I mostly mean one thing with a few aspects that I really really really want to make sure people know. specifically the concept of bashing vs criticism.

I do not like the idea of bashing characters. fics tagged with that are a red flag, I always use the "[character] Critical" because it's more accurate to the nuance I want to have. people are not one dimensional. they can have a fuckload of flaws I want to scream about from the rooftops and/or cackle about and still have the opportunity to become better people.

I can admit that I do like bashing settings, but I also use the "[topic] Critical" tag for that because once again: nuance is very important. some worlds are completely fucked but that doesn't mean they don't have redeeming qualities or became that way for a reason.

having to add on to every post that I have thoughts beyond the scathing analysis or (hopefully) amusing dunking would get old real fast, so let me put it here. I do not hate unconditionally. I am capable of exploring generous good-faith interpretations of characters I dislike or settings I criticize. I acknowledge the layers of why people act or places work.

that being said, welcome to the possible deal-breakers part of this post. here are a list of popular characters I will ruthlessly drag for making awful decisions.

itachi uchiha. why does nobody talk about how he literally deadass canonically no-I-am-not-exaggerating tortured his little brother. how can people call him a good sibling What The Actual Fuck????

kakashi hatake. he did team 7 so fucking dirty, mans was really willing to throw a bunch of children out into life as soldier-mercenaries unprepared. I understand why he did (70% of his personality is trauma) but that doesn't mean I condone it.

naruto uzumaki. yes I am very critical of the main boy himself. he's so blind to the privilege he has and expects other people to forgive things as easily as he does, minimizing the very real grievances they might have just because the person being criticized is one he cares about.

sasuke uchiha. do I need to elaborate.

minato namikaze. this one is more me just being really annoyed at how the fandom is so quick to paint him in a saintly light when he killed a thousand people and became a military dictator.

batman. I have a lot of problems with how he handles his rogues and the child heroes trailing at his heels.

all-might. he's a criminally negligent teacher and taught japan that triumph written in blood is peace. dude really singlehandedly fucked up a whole country's culture.

eraserhead. the fact he is a good hero willing to die for his students does not mean he isn't actively sabotaging their ability to trust authority figures, and dadzawa is entirely a fan creation. in canon he seriously gives so many rancid vibes.

izuku midoriya. his self-righteousness and lack of respect for boundaries just makes me nauseous. and instead of getting a mentor who helps him grow as a person, he got one who reinforced all his toxic traits.

daemon targaryen. he ordered the deaths of children and SEDUCED HIS FOURTEEN YEAR OLD NIECE. FOURTEEN. and then fucked her later right after her husband's funeral like that genuinely makes me want to throw up it's so disrespectful and disgusting.

rhaenyra targaryen. yes the double standards for women cheating are definitely real, but passing off her bastards as trueborn and then getting mad when people don't want a woman who believes she has a right to break vows on the throne is just. wowza. hubris should have been her middle name.

padme amidala. if you aren't going with an interpretation where anakin (probably out of unconscious negligence but that doesn't excuse it) manipulated her emotions, then you gotta face the fact that your precious girlboss married a mass murderer and is willing to put all the bills she pushes concerning the jedi at stake by doing that.

on the flipside, here are some characters I shamelessly love that are divisive figures in fandom.

sakura haruno. her harassment of sasuke is disgusting but she was a twelve year old girl who was taught such behavior was acceptable and also that doesn't mean she should be sent off to die with no training. why y'all hating on her she's a queen.

ron weasley. I probably won't make any actual posts about hp because contributing to the discussion of jk rowling's works makes me feel slimy, but appreciation of ron is a very important personality trait of mine y'all need to know.

the whole jedi order. they handled anakin's situation horribly but it was out of ignorance and not malice, and we are jedi culture positive in this household. jedi knights and masters not marrying has a lot of valid reasons actually and if that's a dealbreaker you should transfer to the corps or leave! it's not a lifestyle for everyone and it doesn't need to be.

sansa stark. I'm getting pretty tired of writing all these up so I'm not even going to elaborate. I love sansa and I'm not sorry about it.

and finally, yes I am the bitch who got dragged for liking kill orders. please go here for my explanation for those thoughts in detail that the (in hindsight really badly written because I was too enthusiastic to give enough context and oh my god it really does paint me in a bad light) original post didn't cover.

now the fun stuff. my aus!

riley midoriya au: a reformed but still pretty wild bonesaw is reborn as izuku's twin sister, quickly replacing bakugou's canon role model status. cue a protagonist who grew up around scathing commentary concerning japan's cape scene bc homegirl is Not Impressed by her new life.

bonesaw at camp half blood au: riley is reborn as annabeth chase. her unique worldview and curiosity shake things up quite a bit, because everyone around here is too damn quick to accept the status quo and not question the facts being told.

taylor uzumaki au: taylor hebert is reborn as naruto. she hates her new world, especially the normalized child soldiers and thoughtless way they take chakra for granted, and unknowingly makes ninja double take by being her usual unhinged self.

forbidden histories au: two codependent eldritch gods from cultist simulator get stuck in the body of sakura haruno and proceed to wreak havoc trying to get back to their home reality.

genesis generation au: my own personal post-canon fix-it. aka hokage sakura, ambassador naruto, under house arrest with chakra binding seals and rethinking all his life choices sasuke, and economies not based on child soldiers.

the rest of my tags will have to be sorted by category because there are just... so many. why am I like this.

first are the general fandom tags. they're what they say on the tin, and are for any mention or reference to anything in one of these pieces of media.

parahumans

naruto

pjo (aka the percy jackson books/world)

my hero academia

dc universe

svsss (aka scum villain system)

danny phantom

asoiaf (aka a song of ice and fire, or game of thrones)

star wars

danganronpa

disco elysium

the promised neverland

cultist simulator

animorphs

also the individual characters from those pieces of media but I'm not gonna list em all I ain't insane

next are the opinions tags, used for when something of actual substance is said on a topic. I had to prune these down they were getting crazy so here's the new list.

taylorpinions: taylor hebert opinions

rileypinions: riley grace davis opinions

ninepinions: slaughterhouse nine opinions (for the concept and non-riley members)

betpinions: earth bet opinions (culture, other unique aspects, and also now covers the aftereffects of endbringers)

bcfpinions: brockton's celestial forge by lord_roustabout opinions

wormpinions: worm opinions (everything else parahumans)

shinobipinions: shinobi opinions (covers everything naruto related so far)

dcpinions: dc universe opinions

umeipinions: all fics by umei no mai opinions

starpinions: star wars opinions

miscpinions: miscellaneous opinions (fandoms I don't cover with regularity)

and finally, the uncategorized tags.

mae just talks: what it says on the tin, me talking (usually not fandom related)

fic rec: also what it says on the tin, posts with links to recommended fics

worm liveblog: what it says on the tin, my live reactions to reading worm.

I have no idea if anyone will actually read this monster of a post, but it's important to me that it exists. so if you made it here to the end, thank you. I hope you enjoy my -pinions!

#please read this

[maniacwatchestheworld]

tag 9 people you want to know better

I was tagged by @arkhana

3 ships: How about... Mia/Moreau from Resident Evil Village... Emmet/Johanna from Pokemon... And... (former) Wheeljack/Shockwave from Transformers Cyberverse lol I like a lot of ships. And I know. I’m disappointed that two of these are straight too. But Mia/Moreau is my weird little monsterfucker ship that I and only I enjoy from the RE8 fandom, and I’ve been working on something for my Coordinator!Emmet AU which would eventually (probably) end with Emmet and Johanna getting platonically married to meme on Ingo and for tax benefits lol. Wheeljack/Shockwave is here because I’ve recently been watching Transformers: Cyberverse and Wheeljack and Shockwave are TOTALLY exes and I love it! Shockwave’s probably my favorite character in Cyberverse since its version of Starscream is just... SO BAD! Cyberverse has a good version of Shockwave. Still has that classic loyalty from gen 1, while being an unethical scientist like later iterations. Also he kept his severed hand around and programmed it to float around and do stuff for him, and I find that HILARIOUS! Cyberverse Shockwave is a good iteration of him! Even though his vibes are RANCID lol. Oh, but as a bonus to the person who tagged me, @penquinlori​ and I have talked A LOT about Bernadette Beneviento/Salvatore Moreau as an idea. Basically the idea was that Sal was engaged to Bernadette (Donna’s aunt) some time before he started undergoing the cadou experiments. At some point Miranda took Bernadette for experiments and she died. Sal was away from the village at the time and so was never really made privy to what happened to his fiance. Sal’s brother Mihai may have also been involved in all of this too. It’s all very heartbreaking and I love it. >:3c And we’ve both been working on fic that features this relationship. :p

1st ever ship: I think it must’ve been... Naruto/Hinata from Naruto...? Because that was the first fandom that I like... REALLY got into...? Yeah, boring, I know. Like maybe I shipped May/Ash from Pokemon before that? Hard to say. But I remember shipping Naruto/Hinata pretty hard when I was a kid. Though I did have an OC that I made to be with Gaara lol

last song: If we’re not counting the theme song from the Ghost and Molly McGee or the music from Encanto... According to Spotify the last song I listened to was Smoke Damage by Hi I’m Case. Though I’ve also had Sarah by the Derina Harvey Band and Never Love an Anchor by The Crane Wives stuck in my head lately lol

last movie: Encanto (I just wanted a good cry, you know? Honestly, I didn’t cry as much as I would have liked. I could probably use some more good cries. >.< )

currently reading: Uhhhhhh... I’m REAL bad about reading things. I’m a very slow reader and can mostly only focus on like... Manga... (Which I’ll read a volume in one sitting) so the best I can come up with is like... Metro 2033...? Which I haven’t gotten around to reading in like... Over a year... >.< I guess you can maybe count The Promised Neverland too. I like reading that one when I go to the library.

currently watching: The Ghost and Molly McGee (literally in the other window while I wait for it to load a little lol)

currently consuming: Peppermint tea with chocolate truffles as the sweetener lol

currently craving: Soup and orange juice (will have after I’m done with the tea)

I was also tagged to create myself in in this picrew.

I’m very pleased about all of the options for black people, but man... Not a lot of options for more masculine presenting people who aren’t black in this picrew... Though to be fair, this is a Japanese site and I’m Asian, so I usually have tons of options lol. Little disappointed they didn’t have a darker brown for eyes and hair in this picrew either. :p

tagging (but only do this if you want to): @penquinlori​ @steeltypeloverbecca​ @keets-writing-corner​ @momodarling89​ @xenoverse2194​ @waywardstation​ @detectivesnickers​ @bonf​ @trashbunnysblog​ @zeco5000​

#tag meme #tag game #tagged #shipping #arkhana

[zanrelley]

Adrift 4

ROTTMNT Fanfic Summary:

 Leonardo isn’t rescued from the Krang Prison Dimension by his brothers, forced to flee from his cellmate in the void. The greatest ninja warrior of all time has to learn how to adapt to his new home, traversing low gravity, discovering the usefulness of spaceship corpses from worlds far beyond his own, and finding ways to survive such a harsh abandoned world.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3

AO3 Chapter 4

Chapter Four: Neon Leon Sails the Seven Galaxies

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Blood, descriptions of bleeding

 Leo had been hopping from shadow to shadow, diving from gaping hole to skinny crevice as he maneuvered his way through the new debris field, trying to keep his eyes alert for any other life forms or things that may be useful. He slowed in his exploration as nothing was catching his eye, either his own fault for not knowing how to use it or for it being too decayed to guess what the original uses might have been, not wanting to rush his way around and waste all of his energy. He wasn't feeling starved yet, but his hunger was definitely on the incline.

 His hand still held his loyal sword to his side, ready to bolt if he saw even a hint of a pink glaring face. He paused when he found another piece of wreckage from the Technodrome, wearily eyeing his surroundings as he cautiously made his way over. His feet met the platform and he silently ran to the nearest shadow, working his way over to a wall that had caught his attention. 

 It was made of pink and blue fleshy material that seemed to be incorporated into 80% of the ship's parts, covered with and dripping a purple fluid. Leo got within reach of it, dead set on not touching it unless he thought it would be useful. He wasn’t sure why he was inspecting it, maybe his curiosity was finally coming around from when he first witnessed the creations of the Krangs. 

 Was it living flesh? He didn’t know. Was this the remains of one of the other Krangs? He didn’t know that either. 

 He stuck his tongue out in disgust either way as he watched it ooze more of the purple fluid. Leon was scared to touch it, wondering if it would infect him as it did Raphael. He hesitantly poked it with the end of his sword, watching as it flopped around under his ministrations. 

 Okay, so it wasn’t alive, or it was really good at pretending it wasn’t being stabbed. Leo watched it a little longer, quirking a brow as he leaned over to sniff it. It smelled like rancid raw fish, wet and cold to boot. 

 He coiled away dramatically, gagging as he turned away from it. Yep, inspection over, he was not satisfied with his findings, but he didn’t want to stick around any longer. 

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 The famous Neon Leon had been wandering for what he was going to assume was a few hours, his muscles starting to ache again from how tense he had been all day… or night? There wasn’t a sun or moon that he could see, just a constant light. This was making his head hurt trying to do all the thinking like Donnie. How could his brother keep up with doing that all the time? 

 Leo loved shutting his brain off and just vibing with his brothers, at least until he recently was forced to stop doing that. He sighed as his mind drifted away from him, taking a rest in a dark alcove, only having scavenged some wires and a small pipe he found and thought could be useful. 

 He thought about how he had a lot to apologize to Raphael about, he didn’t think everything he said during their reunion was enough to make up for the two years they spent at each other’s necks. He needed to apologize to Mikey and Donnie too once he got back, his hand cupping the back of his head, his fingertips lightly brushing against the photo secured there. He was flooded with shame as the memories came surging to the forefront of his mind. 

 How many times had he forced his brothers to step in between him and Raph, trying to keep them from getting into physical fights over and over? He had heard Mikey crying to Donnie about it one night, and it kept his side of disagreements from blowing up only for a few days, long forgotten when they got under each other’s skin again. 

 He only fought back against Raph because he didn’t want to accept the role, it was Raph’s role! It always had been, not Leo’s. Why did dad make him take it? 

 Leo cradled his head now as he curled in on himself, thinking more and more about how sorry he was. Sometimes he used to wonder if Raph only got upset because he wanted to be leader again, but now that he knew the weight of it all, having to be the umbrella that protected them from the rain of the world, he understood why Raph had challenged him so many times. 

 He wasn’t trying to lecture Leo about being a bad leader, he wasn’t trying to push him away, he was only being his big brother and looking out for him. He wanted to help him be the best version of himself. He was afraid, and maybe that made Leo afraid too. 

 Maybe a small part of him realized it was fear, but he thought it was the fear that Leo wasn’t good enough, that they couldn’t trust him. They never had to like this before, and look where it got all of them. Look where it got him.

 Leon sighed as his pity party continued in his head, letting his arms hang over his knees as he looked out from his hiding spot.  If this was all he was going to think about, he didn’t need to keep sitting here, he could be using that energy to keep looking for supplies. He scurried out of the alcove, making his way over to an almost intact ship, his heels aching a little once he landed on it.

 He made his way to a hole in the hull, crawling in and igniting his sword again.  The ship wasn’t very large, but it was one of about three now that he had found that wasn’t decimated like everything else floating around out there. He spotted what looked to be a giant destroyed flag, grabbing it to see if he could find a logo or something on it out of curiosity. It was a drained red color, but if it did have a symbol on it, it faded off a long time ago.

 He was a little disappointed by how boring that was, but he decided to take it with him, maybe it would get cold here, or he could use it for bandaging if something totally not Krang-related happened. It was about twice the size of his chest, he did his best to fold it up and wrap it around his belt, using one of the metal coils he found earlier to secure it there.

 Once he was satisfied he returned to searching around the ship, cutting through a few containers in the hope of anything useful. He decided to take some thin bright orange wires he found sticking out of the side of the wall of the ship and carefully took little squares of hard plastic he saw floating around in the air, they could be handy for crafting things if he thought of a need for them. It was small and easy to carry so he might as well take them, he could just toss them back into the endless void if he didn’t want them anymore.

 There was still no sign of food, which made his mood sour more and more as every search came up empty. He hadn’t spotted any other living things, which he supposed was a blessing as much as a curse, as he traversed further into the unknown. He had regrettably developed the habit of licking his lips as his hunger and thirst started to grow.

 He tried, he really did, not to think about what to do if he couldn’t find something to eat. What options did he have? Even if he tried to think about what his turtle side was capable of, he was certain metal, foam, and cloth were not compatible with his stomach.

 His stomach growled as he found another ship and he ignored it as he started breaking open a window with the hilt of his sword to crawl in and search. His eyelids felt heavy, maybe it had been an entire day of fruitless searching, but he wasn’t sure. His back was starting to ache as well, a dull and throbbing reminder of his injury that was growing by the second as he made his way around the small ship he was in.

 This one was more empty than the others he had found, nothing to even cut open to search. He started to head back to the window he broke, ready to let dread sit in that he might starve, but an all too familiar shadow flew over the ship. His blade’s light went out the moment he saw it, like a candle taken out by a breeze. His eyelids suddenly didn’t feel heavy anymore as he shuffled away into the shadows with wide eyes, watching as Krang’s silhouette loomed hundreds of feet above him.

 He couldn’t breathe, his throbbing shell’s ache increasing tenfold as he watched him, panic set in as the large robot suit came closer. Should he just portal somewhere else now? There was no way Krang knew he was there, this had to be some kind of sick and twisted coincidence.

 He firmly held his katana, his hand clenching harder as he swore their eyes met when he was close enough to see him clearly. Krang seemed to be searching for something, was he still hunting him? He forced himself to continue holding his breath, silently thanking his turtle side that he could do so for long periods of time, as Krang drifted by. The side of one of his arms brushed against the ship Leo was hiding in, the action making his hiding place slowly turn towards where he was headed.

 Leo never felt fear like this, not knowing if he was being played with or if he was going to get away this time. Krang didn’t turn back as he moved further away, Leo’s ship still slowly turning, giving him a full view of what Krang was looking for.

 He was heading straight towards a busted part of the Technodrome that Leo had already investigated. Krang landed on the platform, his large robot stomping up to where fleshy architecture began. For a moment Leo worried that he might have left some kind of evidence, a trail for Krang to follow him from, but Krang didn’t even bother to inspect it.

 Leo saw him kneel down, confusion mixing in with his fear as he saw Krang dismount his suit. This could’ve been an opportunity, but Leo was not about to risk a fight with Krang in his condition, even if he wasn’t in his fancy robot. He had beaten them before without it, he wasn’t going to make the mistake of forgetting that.

 Leo decided he might need to see what he was doing, it could be valuable to his survival here. If Krang was making a weapon or trying to rebuild the ship, he needed to make it his goal to stop that in its tracks. He returned to his earlier technique of only traversing the shadows, not allowing a single sound to escape him, even though he worried Krang might hear his heart hammering in his chest as he got closer.

 He got as close as he dared, perching on a ledge off to the right of the wreckage Krang was on, close enough to hear him if he said anything useful. Leo was hoping he talked to himself, he had all the other supervillain cliche’s perfected, was it really unreasonable for Leo to hope he monologued to himself too? He couldn’t resist the smirk that spread across his face as Krang started muttering to himself.

 Bingo.

 “I’ll find that ‘teenage mutant ninja turtle’… Ruining our plans…. How could such a simple creature achieve something like that?” Krang continued to grumble to himself, grabbing ahold of the fleshy wall of the Technodrome, making Leo fight off the urge to vomit as Krang pulled it into his mouth, sucking on it. Leo had only ever been this grossed out when Raph would follow through on dares to eat something gnarly off of the sewer floor when they were kids. He covered his mouth and forced his body not to jerk, his throbbing shell a harsh reminder that sudden moves were not good for him or for his hiding spot.

 He didn’t even want to begin thinking about what that stuff was made of, and now he grimly knew what witnessing this horrific event meant. The good news was that Leo had found a possible food source, the bad news was he didn’t know if he would ever be able to keep the “food” down long enough for it to matter. Krang continued to drink the purple juice off of the fleshy wall, the color seemed to drain from the part he was siphoning it off from.

 Not an infinite source, Leo presumed. He had seen enough, he needed to get out of there. He tried to stand back up from his crouched position but lost his balance as he forgot about the gravity difference.

 He held his breath as his eyes immediately snapped to Krang, who hadn’t seemed to notice. Maybe he didn’t make a loud enough sound to alert him, or maybe he just didn’t hear him, he couldn’t recall if he even made a sound in the first place. He needed to get away regardless, he wasn’t going to take any risks, he did his best to reach out to grab something to pull himself back to a surface to walk on.

 His legs were his greatest asset right now, his shoulders were weak from searching all day and his shell’s ache was affecting the muscles there and vice versa.

 His body went rigid as he felt rather than heard the all-too-familiar tremble in the air.

 Leo reached for his sword immediately, swinging it without hesitation to make a portal, whipping his head around.

 Krang was flying at him outside of his suit, one of his tentacles stretching out at him like the head of a harpoon. He didn’t have anything to push off of to go faster, there was no ground beneath him for his legs to kick off of. He thought he had found Krang in a state of vulnerability, the tables had turned in a fraction of a second over a simple clumsy move.

 It was just like when Krang broke his shell, he felt the pain before he could register what happened. A sharp spike of pain spasmed across his right bicep before exploding with an unpleasant and sweltering heat under his skin, then he felt the warmth leaking out as his skin felt wet. Krang had literally ripped him a new one.

 He had blood oozing from a new and sizeable gash spanning the outer side of his right arm, biting his lip to keep a yelp of pain from slipping out as the sting of the wound settled in, he could taste the iron in his mouth. Krang was on the wall behind him, a little below his earlier hiding spot, his eyes glowing as they glared at him from the shadows. He didn’t have enough time to strike again as the turtle spun into his own portal, but he did hear him as his vision was overtaken by blue.

 “Next time, you lose that arm.” His voice was of conviction, a threat, and a promise. Leo dryly swallowed as he once again flew out into empty space after breaching through his portal. He willed it closed as soon as he got through, tears brimming in his eyes as he desperately gripped his arm. He had blood smearing all over his hand as he wildly looked around, he needed supplies, anything he could use to stop the bleeding.

 He had never felt his mind swirl so violently before, feeling lightheaded again as panic set in, the steps he had learned for treating cuts while watching first aid videos with Donnie raced through his mind. What was he supposed to do first? Something to stop the bleeding, what stopped the bleeding?

 Bandages. He needed a bandage, something to apply pressure with. What could do that?

 He looked over his person, yanking the cord he used to tie the flag to him earlier free. Should he just slap the whole thing over it?

 No, he needed more to change them to try to prevent infection or if they got too soiled, even though Leo had no idea how clean this thing was. So his options were to bleed out or fight off an infection. He chose the uphill battle rather than jumping into a guaranteed pit.

 He did his best as he was still spinning, purposefully swapping his sword to his uninjured arm and holding the cloth with the other. He sloppily sliced the folded piece in half. He could care less about doing a better job, he was starting to get dizzy from the spinning and needed to patch himself up before any more surprises flew at him.

 His hands shook as he tucked one half back into his belt and did his best to tightly wrap it on his arm, taking some of the small orange coils he found earlier to secure it, using his left arm and his teeth to pull them into knots. It burned, it hurt, it was throbbing, and it felt disturbingly moist. Nothing was comfortable about this situation, there was no relief, but Leo forced himself not to curl up from the pain. He had already sheathed his sword onto his back and was pressing his left hand down on the wound, helping hold pressure as he tightly closed his eyes to fight against the dizziness as he continued to spin.

 He couldn’t catch a break, could he? He started to pant as he desperately tried to calm his mind, it was just a flesh wound, just a flesh wound. Leo clenched his teeth when his shell knocked into a new platform. It stung, the pain ringing through him in waves as he stayed in a fetal position.

 At least he wasn’t spinning anymore, it was the only positive thing he could think of. His arm was still hot, but after holding his makeshift band-aid over the cut and not feeling it getting soaked, he added another positive to the list. His whole body was tingling, his muscles tremoring slightly as he started to uncoil his legs.

 It was the adrenaline rush again, he was never going to get used to that feeling. He kept his arms tense as he held them taught, but pushed himself on his legs to find shelter. He needed a place to hide, at least until he was certain the bleeding had stopped so he could do more than just helplessly hold it.

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End of Chpt 4 :)

#rottmnt #rottmnt fanfic #rottmnt fanfiction #rottmnt leo #rottmnt leonardo #adrift #rottmnt adrift

[formulapisces]

blocking the fans / moving accounts def got rid of the rancid vibes, but it also meant I was free to like him in peace. I like seeing him flop at challenges while yelling "wait no", "mate", and "babe". I do not like his fans' tendency to blame literally everybody and their mother when he has a bad day (jk they only blame carlos) so without them, life is way more fun and that has helped with all the drivers I don't care for. except george, his annoying fans made me like him more somehow??? idk

idk if I wanna follow other f1 fans. I'd need more info tbh. I've left two accounts in the past 3 years bc apparently chill fans stopped being chill :/ I do not have much trust in sports fans lol and it sucks bc I love so many 🦇

😭 ‘except for georges annoying fans’ sent me for some reason

nobody cares if the date is the 5th day of the 5th month so that means 55 and it’s the year 2+0+2+3 which adds up to 7 and charles is number 1+6 which also adds up to 7 so that means carlos made him DNF.

but seriously now they really do blame everyone mostly carlos, and sometimes it’s a STREEETCH. they’d blame their nan, their brother in law, and their goldfish when he just has a bad day or made a mistake! let him be human!!! everyone has bad days and that’s fine!! yeah sometimes it isn’t his fault and that’s when you get to complain, not every other time. they just need to find a scapegoat and that is carlos most of the time 😐 if you need a scapegoat FERRARI IS RIGHT THERE! BLAME FERRARI!

i really need to take an hour out of whatever i had planned when i want to follow a blog just to see if they’re ‘safe’ 😅 it’s a whooole process.

just let me enjoy my little drivers going vroom without being a cunt 😕 PLEASE

#i just think it’s funny how they always talk about ferrari favouring 55 instead of him like ferrari don’t even know who the hell carlos is!! #🦇 anon

[liopleurodean]

Season 8, Episode 5: Blood Brother

Rip this guy

Benny!

Yikes

Right...

Nice

Huh. A town called Enid

Oh, this is about Kevin!

AP classes are crap

I mean, yeah...

Pfft

Interesting

Just a minute, yeah

Uh oh

Benny. No

And the prophet went poof

Dean's got a point

Ooh, chocolate!

Dean's being smart

I mean. It is kind of weird for Dean. But not THAT weird

Yikes

The whistling is just whack

Is that In the Hall of the Mountain King?

Elmer Fudd.

Right

What was that?

Kevin. What did you do?

Doggo!

Uh oh

Poor doggo

Right

Same brand, looks like

The little tap on Baby's trunk 😂

Definitely Benny's

How did he get down there?

He doesn't look so good

Clean up good?

Right

Is it?

Yeah

Doesn't help

Great question

Cas.

You just don't get it, Cas

But Cas might not get through

Right

Of course!

Why not?

Can he even be turned back?

What's that?

A regular mechanic

Right

Huh

That's whack

Interesting move

I guess if it works

Vampirates!

I love Dean

It absolutely is

Pocket the money of course

Dean wouldn't know

Just keep your eyes on the road

Ooh

Prime target

Wow

Hey, good for him

Aw

Explains the accent

I mean, the whole mind-meld thing exists

Oh, Benny...

Pirate time!

Just a little

Oh, Dean

Very eloquent

Dean knows how that is

Sneaky

Benny.

Is that Andrea?

Uh oh

It was a trap

Yeah, well

Turn your phone off, dang it!

I love that voicemail message

That was the plan

Yikes

It's like an airport

Oh boy

Sam, stop yelling!

Ouch!

Double ouch!

Oh, Benny

Poor girl

Benny, look what happened when you tried to leave

With a whole lot of help

This isn't gonna end well

Dean 😂

He's in a vamp nest, dude, come on!

Oh, that's just weird

Mm, not exactly

He doesn't know?

This show is all about Wayward Sons

Dean's really good with vampires

Fair enough

Oh, Dean

Well crap

Nice choice

Angry lady

This is awkward

Wow

Yeah, fair

Sam. Do not do the "soul search" thing

I can't focus with the dogs out

Radio silence doesn't mean bad news, Sam

Right

Nah

Smooth

Rest in pieces

Yeah. Despair

I don't know what vibes he gives off but they're absolutely rancid

Uh oh

Have fun in purgatory!

Oh boy

Where's Dean

Oh no

No.

Not really

Oh, Benny...

At least Benny didn't have to do it

He thought you had a chance

How is Dean faster than both of the supernatural beings?

Blech. Leviathans.

Y'all better run

Sam's got a whole load of questions

Sam knows something is off

Don't you do it, Sam

Yeah, no kidding

#ashla chick flick moments #supernatural #season 8 episode 5 #blood brother

[flowertot-s]

nothin to see here, just a rowdy dirty lad

#inosuke my beloved #hes got rancid little brother vibes #i know he has two swords im just lazy #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #demon slayer fanart #demon slayer inosuke #kny inosuke #inosuke fanart #anime #anime fanart #art #drawing #digital art

[poorlittleyaoyao]

Parents of The Untamed in Parent-Teacher Conferences

POV: You are a private school teacher and these adults are privileged messes even without the magic.

YU ZIYUAN: Madame Yu is highly involved in her children’s academic careers. “Her children” specifically mean Jiang Cheng and Jiang Yanli; one time at the beginning of the year you included her on an email about Wei Wuxian, and she informed you that he was NOT her responsibility, how DARE you make such a careless error, and it was a WHOLE THING. She reads all your emails and knows exactly what is going on in your classroom at all times, and does not hesitate to criticize teaching she doesn’t agree with. She brings JC and JYL with her to conferences so they can experience the consequences of whatever you have to say in real time.

JIANG FENGMIAN: You CC Jiang Fengmian on all emails about JC and JYL, but Madame Yu is the only one who ever responds. You’re pretty sure he doesn’t actually read your emails, because WWX is often missing supplies and never seems to have his field trip forms or lunch account refills in on time, and you know that kid’s not that much of a disaster. At parent conferences, he and Madame Yu always get passive-aggressive at each other in front of you and their kids and it’s super awkward. You keep telling Jiang Fengmian that WWX needs to be screened for ADHD because he would benefit from added learning supports, but he insists that WWX is “just being a boy” and “will settle down eventually.”

MADAME JIN: Madame Jin signs up for literally every school event and proceeds to micromanage it, but you tolerate it because at least SOMEONE is signing up. You made the mistake of giving her your cell phone number for emergencies when she chaperoned a class field trip and since then, your life has never known peace. You dread sending her emails about Jin Zixuan’s behavior because she will not accept that her son has done anything wrong. Did he make JYL cry? A misunderstanding! Did he and WWX get into a fight? WWX started it! Is he missing 75% of his assignments? It’s for sure not because he keeps playing Roblox during class time! She once straight-up gave you a card with cash in it during Teacher Appreciation Week, and you’re not sure whether that’s reparations enough.

JIN GUANGSHAN: You have met Jin Guangshan exactly once, at a school fundraising event. He pronounced your name incorrectly and used a slur ~as a joke~ BEFORE the alcohol came out. Your coworkers all agree that his vibes are rancid, but unfortunately, he’s the school’s largest donor. You had to name your new sports field after him. You hate it SO MUCH. He has never been to a parent conference in his damn life, but honestly, you’re kind of relieved.

MENG SHI: Meng Shi is your favorite parent. She works a lot, so she can’t chaperone anything or attend school events, but she is 100% up-to-date on what is happening with Meng Yao’s education. You enjoy sending her emails when he does a good job on something because she’s always so delighted, and she signs off her communications with a variant of “Thank you for being amazing!” You hook her up with loaner class materials because you know Meng Yao’s on financial aid and money for them is tight. She sent Meng Yao to school with homemade cookies and a handwritten card for you the last day before winter break and you got a little verklempt.  You are extremely grateful that she signed up for the last conference slot of the day so you can end the slog on a high note.

NIE MINGJUE: Nie Mingjue is also a student at your school, but he’s the one doing most of the parenting for his little brother. He has his own car, and picks up/drops off Nie Huaisang (and occasionally Meng Yao--Meng Shi is very good about telling you when this is the case). He packs NHS’s lunches too, except they’re always, like, a protein shake and a banana. Nie Mingjue is affronted when you explain to him that no, you cannot not have a “parent conference” with him about his brother while he is attending the same school, but you “accidentally” leave your online gradebook open to NHS’s profile so he can check out which assignments his brother is missing.

LAN QIREN: Lan Qiren is refreshingly respectful towards you, but he’s very serious, and the lack of exclamation points in his emails make him sound like he’s mad at you. His nephews are both in advanced placements across their subjects and are completely overscheduled with extracurriculars, and you kind of worry they’re not sleeping enough.  You find out that Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji were not permitted to watch SpongeBob when they were younger and that explains everything. You figure your conference with Lan Qiren will be easy, but apparently LWJ’s 94% in Science is UNACCEPTABLE and he is “very disappointed” that you did not separate LWJ from his distracting lab partner WWX when you noticed his grade's “sharp decline.”

WEN RUOHAN: Every day, you hope that Wen Chao is going to be absent. Every day, you are disappointed, as it turns out that Wen Ruohan simply does not give a shit and is dropping him off an hour late. You wish you didn’t have to email him every time there’s some kind of incident with Wen Chao, because you know he won’t actually DO anything about it, except for that one memorable occasion where Wen Chao set another kid’s hair on fire and he responded to the email with “lol.” You’re shocked when Wen Ruohan shows up at parent conferences, but it turns out that while he doesn’t care if his antisocial son is injuring his peers, he does care about his math grades.

#THE NICHE CONTENT I MADE THIS BLOG FOR #CQL #the untamed #as for the parents of the younger generation... #Jiang Cheng is exactly like his mother #JGY is the mom from a few years back who gave her son's teachers bottles of wine with his face on them and a vaguely apologetic card #LWJ just stares at you implacably for the duration of the conference and you have no damn idea how he feels about anything you told him