#i mean. maybe not as shocked as i would have been before the Twitter thing 😭

[ceruleanfuckup]

I had a 13 hour shift today and was panicking because I was late to something after my shift, so I ran a lot and fucked up my knee pretty bad but honestly it was very worth it

#posting at 2:40 AM because he's asleep and minimal people will see this #I'm just. happy. #and a large part of me is worried that it's a ton veneer of happiness that will crack when i ask certain questions #but most of me is just happy taking it as it is #he's so much fun and i enjoy spending time with him a lot and he's charismatic and funny and facetious and egotistical and delightful #my roommate has learned that every time she catches me smirking that it's because he did something cute or he was unexpectedly kind #i just. worry. #and I'm trying to not get too hung up on that because i did a lot of my worrying early in whatever this is but it's still underlying #idk man no amount of time with him is ever enough time and he does things to me that I've never felt before #and idk man. I'm just happy. #long ass shifts don't seem anywhere near as long with him on the other end of it #he works at 5:30 AM and he stayed out with me until 1 because i was late and because i needed it and he even suggested the second bar #I really want to attach meaning to his actions but I'm so nervous to overstep #anyways if you ever look in this tag I'm going to be very proud of you. and a little shocked #i mean. maybe not as shocked as i would have been before the Twitter thing 😭 #Roman

[healmyhrt]

heyy if ur taking requests could u maybe do a fic where nicks out filming and the reader, his bf is at home and someone says something online (doesnt matter what) and the reader has a panic attack and like calls nick and he rushes over and comforts the reader??

⌗ posted, n. sturniolo

nick x male!reader

summary: you see a comment online saying that you are using nick for his fame, and try to clap back at the hater, causing a bit of anxiety in you.

disclaimers!: established relationship, kissing, fluff, use of y/n, short

a/n: submit more ideas for nick fanfics bc i love feeding my male readers lol | also, im basing the readers panic attack based off of how mine are just because i get them as well! everyone’s are different, so just a heads up!

as i patiently waited for nick to get back from filming, i scrolled on twitter. most of my feed was melanie martinez since she was my favorite artist, or tweets about my boyfriend, nicolas.

i had been scrolling for about five minutes now, when i scrolled back up to a tweet that caught my eye.

“nick’s bf is clearly using him for clout 💀 like cmon. he just wants money, i mean that shit is so obvious”

i was in shock. i scrolled down to the replies, and they all agreed. there was one that said,

“no he’s not. look at the photos of them, they are genuinely happy! nick tries to keep his relationship off of the internet but you guys can’t let him have shit.”

well, at least someone was right.

i clicked the reply button, and started typing out why what they were saying was not true. i sighed, and quickly hit the backspace button until it was all gone.

i set my phone down slowly as i felt my breathing start to grow faster. the breaths were rapid and shuddering, and it felt as if my heart was in my stomach.

my entire body felt shaky, and i couldn’t catch my breath. i reached for my phone, moving slowly.

“hey siri, call nick.” i spoke to the device.

the phone started ringing, and i felt a relief fall over me as he picked up. “hey, we’re headed back. whats wro—”

he stopped. i could hear him bring the phone closer to his ear. “y/n, are you okay?” i squeezed my eyes shut, and tried to stop the tears from falling.

“its…its happening a—again.” i spoke through breaths.

“we’ll be there so soon, okay? just try to control your breathing, okay? i love you, baby, be there soon.”

i sighed again through the breaths, and heard nick say, “matt, step on it!” before the call disconnected.

minutes had gone by, and i heard the front door open. footsteps sprinted up the steps, and nicks bedroom door opened quickly.

he appeared, and ran over to the bed, seating himself next to me. nick immediately put his hand over mine, interlocking our fingers, and planting a kiss on my forehead.

“are you okay?”

my breathing had neutralized, but i still felt a little out of it. i nodded, and he shut his eyes with a sigh of relief.

“we’ll leave you to it.” matt says from the doorway. he pulls chris’s arm, and shuts the door.

nick kicks off his shoes, and gets under the blanket next to me, resting his head on my shoulder. “what happened?”

i bite my bottom lip, and grab my phone, turning it on, and showing him the tweet. he reads it and sighs, looking up at me.

“we both know this isn’t true. i love you, so much, and you love me too. im so sorry you’re getting involved in this.”

i hug him, and he presses his lips against mine.

a kiss from nick always helps, but expecting this situation. i loved nick, and i always have, even before they started going viral. i would never do such a thing to him, and he knows that.

nick pulls away, and rests his forehead against mine. he grabs our interlocked hands, and plants a kiss on them.

“rule one, never read the comments.” he chuckles.

i smile, and turn away, biting my inner cheek. nick pulls out his phone, and leans in closer to me. i look at him confused.

“say cheese!” he smiles into the camera, and i quickly change my expression to a small smile. he opens instagram, and clicks on the photo.

“nick, what are you doing?” i question. he starts typing, and reading aloud at the same time.

“with my loving, caring, handsome, amazing, and awesome boyfriend. i love you forever and ever.”

i blush, and nick looks up at me and smiles.

“posted.”

#sturniolo triplets #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader

[scandeniall]

front page baby!

A/N: Basically how your relationship gets exposed. Its midnight, I work in the morning but this thought was in my head cause ive been eating the exposed relationship troupe up since i was 15

Atsumu, Suna, Sakusa x famous musician!reader

CW: suggestive!

Suna: A picture of you two kissing was caught.

The two of you had been friends for years before dating. In fact, you’d been close with several known athletes and linked to a few of them over the years. That's why when hanging out with Suna no one really thought much of it. You’d stated that you were single on an Instagram live one time a year ago and never acknowledged your relationship status again. What the public didn’t know was what that status had changed shortly after. 

So imagine the utter chaos when a picture of you and Suna in his car was suddenly plastered online. It had been one of your studio sessions and he had picked you up to go to an MSBY Game and see your friends. Before getting out he had leaned over the console to press his lips to yours. It was meant to be a short peck before the two of you turned on your usual ‘just friends’ facade for the public but it had been about three weeks since he’d gotten the chance to really see you, and he missed you. It quickly turned into a brief makeout session as you both melted into the kiss sighing in pure content. “I really really missed you” The photo had caught his hands cupping your face mid-makeout and there was no denying it. You two were more than friends. Unfortunately for the public neither of you ever verbally confirms the truth, and continue your lives as per usual. However, it wasn’t missed how he’d always sit closer to you than he had in the past

Sakusa: Fan posts/tweets

It had been at your birthday show of the tour. You were on tour and he had also been busy with games but had a 3-day break conveniently that weekend. He (and Atsumu who annoyingly tagged along) caught the first flight possible to the city you were performing at. While there he had stopped to get flowers and those tweets had circulated. Later that night there were tweets confirming the athletes presence at your show. But hey, maybe the two of you (or even you and Atsumu were a thing) were good friends. Or maybe they were just big fans. Blurry pics showed him bobbing his head while his companion sang along loudly (fueling the you and atsumu speculation). However it wasn’t until after the show that jaws dropped. You thought you’d been alone on the side of the venue for sure. Normally fans waited near the bus out back to catch a glimpse of you and the other members of your group leaving. But as you and Sakusa spent the night cuddled in a hotel catching up, that had been wrong. Tweets started with how neither of you had been seen. Then a few glimpses of the two of you hugged up on the buildings side started. Tweets saw you pull the athlete’s mask down for a kiss. They caught his presentation of the flowers and a small cupcake with a candle. They caught how his thumb seemed to trail your lips as you licked some of the whip cream off. And no one probably would have believed it until pictures and videos circulated of you on his back as you waved goodbye heading to to bus citing your shoes absolutely wrecked your feet.

Atsumu: Videos of you two at a party get leaked.

The party was the last place you thought your relationship would have been exposed. It was not only dark but jam-packed with others much more notorious than yourself. It was an exclusive invite-only event and you thought the two of you were safe. After all, that had by no means been the first party the two of you had been at together. However the next morning you were shocked to find yourself and the athlete trending on Twitter.

“Olympic Athlete Atsumu and Singer/Songwriter (Y/N) Touchy At Club”

The tweet from TMZ had been paired with a video of you and Atsumu dancing rather closely. The grainy video showed your backside pressed towards while one of his hands had been glued to your hips. The other held yours as the two of you danced to Miguel’s How Many Drinks.

That could have been passed off as a one-time drunken dance however the thread of videos continued. Another showed you two dancing face to face. Throughout the 30-second video, Atsumu had been caught whispering in your ear, drawing a laugh from you. With your hands around his neck you pulled him in for a kiss and his hands that had been on your waist slipped lower. Even from the distance his shining eyes and large smile could be spotted

The last video, which had been probably the most relationship confirming was the to of you sitting at a table alongside some friends and other known faces. His arm had been thrown around the side of the booth you were on as the table chatted. He had pressed a series of kisses along your hairline before a final one on your lips before bidding you and your friends goodbye as he left with his.

Before you could scroll through the endless tweets, an Instagram notification from Atsumu flashed across your phone. Clicking it you were tagged in a photo.. It had been him holding a copy of your newest EP and wearing some of your merch. In the background was a crooked poster of you he hung up solely for the picture The caption read “Stream my favorite artist”

#hq x reader #atsumu x reader #suna x reader #sakusa x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagine #hq imagines #atsumu drabble #suna imagines #sakusa drabble

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for making dinner plans the same night my friend arrived in the country to stay at my place?

My friend Erin (27F) and I (25F) are both citizens of Country A and have lived/worked in Country B for about ~3 years; up until about a year ago when she got a promotion that sent her back to Country A. She's sent back to Country B for work related things about twice a year, and she tries to use a few vacation days to arrive a little early or stay a little late for personal visiting time. She was set to arrive last week and had asked if she could stay at my apartment for a few days before she got the company hotel, and I said yes. All she had said in advance was she'd arrive at night; trains and public transport are really good in Country B and we know the language / city very well, I didn't need to pick her up at the airport, just at my local station to walk to my apartment.

The day of her flight, my boyfriend (27M) asked if we wanted to go to dinner. He absolutely did not mean a nice dinner - just meeting up for chicken or traditional noodle place, nothing fancy or long. He's a Country B local and lives south of where I live/ my office is, so, deciding where and when to meet up would really affect timing to meet up with Erin. From my morning onward I began messaging her asking about when her flight would arrive/ when she'd get into the station. I was mindful of the time difference and I was sure I would catch her before the flight. I'm not allowed to be on my phone at the office, but I kept checking and texting / messaging on different apps throughout the work day, to ask when she would arrive, hoping that even if she was on airplane mode and on the flight, she would get at least one of the messages. At one point I did add that my boyfriend and I were thinking of getting dinner after I finished work and so wanted to know when she would arrive, and that I could still meet her at night. Verbatim one of my messages: "I'm not sure what time your arrival is but we might have dinner plans, but the night is good - I'm just trying to figure out timing." The last few hours of work I couldn't check my phone at all. I also told my boyfriend that dinner probably wouldn't happen, unless he wanted to get up and meet us for a later dinner once Erin arrived, but I couldn't tell him when.

Finally when I finished work, I went to see if Erin had responded at last. She had blocked me on Instagram and Snapchat. I went on Twitter, checking the apps I had messaged her, and she had unfollowed me, but she had a public account, and was saying: "some girls are the fakest" "quality over quantity cut the dumb bitches off" etc. So I iMessaged her asking what happened and what I did, and she said, "you're a bad friend, so I don't want to be your friend anymore." "I asked you like five times before coming if I could stay at your place and now you want to see what's up with that dumbass looking boy." "I'm super burned off by you."

I told her I was kind of in shock and didn't know what to say. I told her "I just needed to know timing" - I didn't even know when she was sending the messages if she had landed or had plane wifi. She said she had found someone else to stay with last minute and just kept saying I'm a bad friend and she doesn't need me as a friend.

I'm stunned. I've seen her be angry and irritated before but we've been friends since undergrad and we've never had a fight. I'm rereading my messages I sent her through the day and trying to see if I said anything in a way that implied I was cancelling on her. I genuinely only meant to know when she was arriving so I could figure out how to spend my evening and what to do for dinner. All I knew was "night" - I didn't know if she was coming at 5, at 8, at 9, at 10:30, and what I would do or could do for dinner depended on when she would be at the station. Maybe I shouldn't have said that the option I was specifically thinking of was dinner with my boyfriend? But I mean - I really didn't mean to imply her time was deprioritized or that she couldn't stay at my place? So maybe I shouldn't have tried to make other plans at all? I'm really just trying to logic this out and if I shouldn't have tried to do dinner too.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[sunlightellies]

The Question

masterlist

A/N: hi!! this is my first drabble posted here. english isn’t my first language so please excuse any spelling or grammatical errors :') this is pretty much just pure fluff so i hope you all enjoy it mwah !! (i’ll be using they/them for bella in this fic.)

Summary: You and Bella have been dating for about 9 months now. You really want to move in with them, but you don’t know how to ask them.

Pairing: Bella Ramsey x Reader

Warnings: Curse words, other than that, none.

Word Count: 600+

You just got home from Bella’s apartment and you sat on your sofa watching tv, while thinking about how much you hated being away from them. You want to be with them 24/7. You feel empty when you go to bed without them, when you sit on your sofa watching tv without them, when you’re cooking food without them. All kinds of things you do, without them. You wanted to move in with them. You two had been dating for about 9 months, so you didn’t really think it’s too early to ask if they wanted to move in with you.. only thing is if they want to.

When you were about to fall asleep, you came up with the best idea of how to ask them if they wanna move in with you. You’ve been thinking all night about how to ask them in a fun, romantic but small way. But now you finally got it. You got up from your bed to go get your notepad so you could write it down before you fall asleep. You were gonna make dinner at your place, invite them over obviously, and then hide a key to your apartment under their plate so when you take the plate to wash it, they’re going to find the key and wonder why it was there, and then you’re just gonna pop the question casually. Great plan.

You were just done with cooking dinner. You and Bella sat down and began to eat and casually chat. They talked about a video of a dog they saw on twitter and that they would like for you two to have a dog together someday. You just agreed simply. At one point they just stopped eating and put down their knife and fork. You looked at them confused and after a few seconds of silence they spoke out,

“Y/N.. would you like to move in with me?”

You were speechless. Damnit! You were supposed to ask them that!

As you were a bit taken aback by the question you just looked at them with your eyes big and mouth hanging open in utter silence.  Bella was the first to speak after a minute of silence.

“I’ve been thinking about this for a while, but I didn’t know how to ask you.” They took a deep breath and spoke again, their voice now even softer than before. “I really love you, and I want to spend as much time as possible with you. I don’t like us living in two places. I want us to share everything together. Maybe even a dog someday, but what about an apartment first?”

You were still shocked, but finally said frustrated while groaning,

“Ahhh.. Bella! What the fuck!” 

They were now even more confused than you were at first. “What?”

“Look under your plate.” You said.

“Again, what? Why?” Bella looked at you, still confused, tilting their head.

“Just look under your plate.” You answered them while pointing at their plate.

Bella looked under their plate, and there it was, the key to your apartment. They looked up at you, still confused.

“I was planning to ask you the same thing tonight. It’s the key to my apartment. It doesn’t mean we have to move into my apartment, it was just a fun way of showing I want to move in with you.”

Bella’s lips grew into a precious smile, and their eyes glistened with love and happiness.

“So.. it’s a yes?”

“Yes, of course.” Your smile was as big as theirs. You both got up from your chairs and got into a hug, before you sat down again, they kissed you, looked into your eyes and said,

“I love you so damn much.”

#hiii hope u guys liked it hehe #bella ramsey #ellie williams #the last of us #bella ramsey fluff #bella ramsey ellie williams #bella ramsey x reader #bella x reader #bella ramsey x reader fluff #bella ramsey x you #bella x you #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x y/n #bella ramsey x y/n #bella x y/n #hbo ellie #hbo tlou #hbo the last of us #tlou hbo #the last of us hbo #hbo ellie x reader #hbo ellie williams #hbo ellie williams x you

[withacapitalp]

Quiet

For the STWG Daily Prompt today! This one is a little roundabout, but I just wanted to write some of the boys being goofy little besties!!!

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“Class, this is Dustin Henderson. He just moved here all the way from Arizona, isn’t that interesting?” Mrs. Wren said, gently nudging the boy further to the front of the room and giving him a soft smile, “Dustin, why don’t you tell us about yourself a little?” 

Dustin looked like he would rather eat raw goat brains, and Mike couldn’t blame him. If Dustin was a kid who looked like Jimmy or Troy, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, but Dustin was a chubby short kid with a shock of wild curly hair and two missing front teeth. His shirt was black with a picture of a microscope with the words ‘Enjoy the little things’ underneath it, and he was wearing a wide brim hat with Einstein's theory of relativity stamped on it. 

The new kid was a total nerd, and Mike’s heart went out to him. 

“I moved here from Flagstaff. Um that’s a city in Arizona-” Dustin started to mumble, his eyes firmly on his shoes. 

“Wow. We thought it was in Canada,” Troy interrupted with a mean little laugh. 

A twitter went around the class, which was completely stupid in Mike’s opinion. It wasn’t even a funny joke, just something mean to say, and it made Dustin cringed back like he had been physically hit, his shoulder curling inward as he reached up to tug at the brim of his cap. 

“Shut up, Troy,” Mike said without really thinking. He kind of wished he could take it back when Troy’s entire desk clump turned to him with murder in their eyes, but the tiny grateful look Dustin shot up at him made it worth it. Sort of. 

“Boys,” Mrs. Wren droned, calling them both out even though Mike hadn’t done anything but defend Dustin when she should have. She sighed and shook her head, turning back to their newest student, keeping him on the pyre when she could have just let him go free. 

“What was your favorite part of Flagstaff, Dustin?”

“I really liked going hiking with my dad,” Dustin answered, slightly perking up, “There’s this mountain called Humphrey’s Peak by us, it’s the biggest mountain in Arizona and it’s the start of the San Francisco peaks! There’s these lizards there called Gila Monsters, they’re the only venomous lizards in North America, and-” 

Mike was leaning forward, drawn in by curiosity about the strange creatures, but oddly enough Dustin cut himself off with a sudden jolt, going back to his curled up turtle position from before. Their teacher waited for a second more before sighing again and adjusting the papers on her desk. 

“Well, we don’t have much in the way of lizards here in Hawkins, but hopefully your classmates will help you to explore some of the local wildlife. We’re going to have some silent reading time now students, so take out your books. Dustin do you need me to help you pick one?” She asked, finally cutting him loose. 

“No I’m okay,” Dustin said as he scurried to his seat, immediately opening his backpack and digging in it, conveniently not looking up at any of the boys near him. He pulled out a huge book, burying his face in it effectively cutting off any attempt to catch his eye. 

Maybe he just needed another push. Mike was still pretty curious about those monsters. 

“I’m Mike,” He offered. 

“My name is Lucas,” Lucas added, catching what Mike was thinking immediately and following through like always. 

“I’m Will, it’s nice to meet you,” Will rounded off, holding out his hand for Dustin to shake. 

“Hi,” Dustin said shortly, still nestled tightly into his book. 

Mike’s brow furrowed, and he looked away from Dustin to his friends, seeing if they had a plan. Lucas shrugged, and Will turned his face down to where he was secretly doodling under the book their teacher had assigned him. They were both just giving in that easily, which was just not acceptable. 

Not when the prospect of information on a giant lizard was at their fingertips. 

“What are you reading?” Mike tried again, still not willing to admit defeat. 

“Oh this is Blackmoor. It’s a rule book,” Dustin explained, holding the book so they could see the front cover picture of a huge castle on a tall rock and a smaller picture of a wizard. Will was instantly intrigued by the wizard, leaning into Dustin’s space to point at the title above the castle. 

“What’s Dungeons and Dragons?”

It was like a switch flipped. Dustin’s eyes lit up and he put the book flat on the desk so they could see inside, giving them all an eager little grin as he scooted his chair closer to the desks. 

“It’s this super cool thing where you make up characters and adventures and use dice to decide what happens. My character is a bard who has a flute that can put people to sleep and this badass dagger!” Dustin exclaimed, pulling out a notebook so they could see a rudimentary drawing of a man holding a knife and a flute. Mike was sure Will could’ve done a much better version, but it was still pretty awesome. But Dustin wasn’t done, pulling out a tiny figurine and putting it in the middle of their desks. 

“The game has got all these monsters like a mimic that pretends to be a treasure chest and this one is called the demogorgon-”

And then it was just over. Dustin jolted back, snatching his hand back like it had been caught in a cookie jar and pulling his hat practically over his eyes.  

“I mean, it’s just a game,” Dustin murmured, playing with his fingers and tucking his chin to his chest. 

Damn! Again! Now Mike was getting pissed. 

“Why do you keep doing that?” Mike asked, frustrated that twice he had missed out on something fun. 

“What?” Dustin replied, looking confused. 

“Start talking about something cool and then cut yourself off right in the middle,” Lucas explained, already aware of what was annoying Mike. That was why they were best friends- Lucas just always seemed to know what was bugging him, “It’s weird.” 

Weird was apparently the wrong word to use. All of the joy in the air instantly vanished, and Dustin’s shoulders were at his ears. Mike shot Lucas a tiny glare, the two of them having a silent argument as Dustin gathered up the courage to explain. 

“Oh, um…My dad told me that I should try to be quieter if I wanted to make friends,” Dustin whispered, his cheeks beet red as he stammered out the words, “He um- he said it’s uh rude, you know? To not to let other people talk once in a while?” 

Ouch. 

Mike’s chest instantly seized up, and he looked down at his own desk, his copy of Tuck Everlasting staring back up at him. A quick sneak peek up at Lucas and Will revealed that they were doing the same, Will’s lip caught firmly between his teeth and Lucas’s mouth in a thin straight line. 

It wasn’t exactly the same, but all three of them knew what it was like to be told to be quiet. They knew how hard it could be to have everything you love ridiculed or talked down to. Usually it was Troy or Jimmy or some of the other boys in their class doing it though, not their own parents.  

“Tell us about the demogorgon,” Mike declared, speaking for all three. Judging by the looks he was being given not only by Lucas and Will, but also by Dustin, he had said the exact right thing. 

#stwgdailyprompt #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #Lucas sinclair #will byers #st #stranger things #st drabble #pre season one #I think it would be so fun if Dustin was the one that got them into DND #and also s1 had such good characterization #and I miss it #so I'm bringing it back lmao #the party #the party stranger things

[alienguts]

Bonavox (Bruce Wayne x f!Reader)

Summary: There’s something about Batman’s voice that drives Y/N wild...

Warnings: NSFW, smut, teasing, vaginal fingering, masturbation (fem), dirty talk, voice kink 🔞

Request?: No

A/N: I saw a video on Twitter of Batfleck talking without the voice modulator and it made me feel all sorts of things. I don’t care that it’s only a 2 second clip, it made me thirsty.

(in case you didn’t know, ‘bonavox’ means ‘good voice’ in latin, there’s no mention of u2 in this fic.)

I may add a second part to this, so let me know if that's something you'd like to see!

I know I tag Batfleck and use gifs of him as header images but that’s just because he’s my favourite version outside of comics!Bruce; you can see whichever version of Bruce that you prefer for this one!

Also, thank you so much for 700 followers! 💕❤

Bruce knew that leaving Y/N in charge of comms while he was out on patrol was risky, but he was willing to take that chance. She always tried her best to stay alert and pay attention to the comms during the long nights but she always ended up getting distracted by something.

He’d always figured that maybe she was too tired for the job and needed to get some sleep, but it was something different entirely.

Y/N couldn’t focus on anything when his Batman voice was just so irresistible.

Everything about the way he spoke when he wore the cowl just drove her mad: the way it deepened and rumbled in his chest, the soft rasp his natural voice took on when he stopped using it, and even the way he growled at his assailants made her body tingle and quiver.

When Bruce finally figured out why asking Y/N to watch the comms was a risk, he couldn’t be too disappointed. In fact, he was kind of proud of himself.

After an entire night of listening to Bruce - or rather, Batman - talking in that voice, Y/N was left feeling rather hot and bothered and couldn’t help how turned on she was. He’d finally told her that he was on his way back to the cave and she could shut off the comms for the night, but she couldn’t move from her spot.

Her mind whirling with desire, she trailed her hand down her body to between her legs and skim across her clothed clit. She sighed when she felt the heat radiating from her pussy and shivered at the sensation.

But she needed more.

Realising she wasn’t going to cum easily with her clothes on, she pushed her hand underneath her sweats and panties and was delighted to find that she was already soaking wet, her clit throbbing with need.

Her body relaxed as she circled her sensitive flesh with her fingertips, spreading warmth throughout her body as Bruce’s voice echoed in her mind. She slipped one of her fingers down further and inside her as she imagined him commanding her, praising her, telling her how good she was for him.

She couldn’t help the moan that escaped her lungs as her cunt clenched around her finger, begging her to keep going. Her sweet spot immediately found, she curled her finger up into it and shuddered with pleasure. Her own fingers never did as good a job as Bruce could, but they would have to do in his absence.

“So this is what you’re doing when you don’t answer the comms,” a deep voice said from behind her.

Y/N jumped up from her seat, pulling her hand out of her pants before she turned to face Bruce.

“I didn’t hear you come back,” she breathed, her nerves a little frazzled from the shock he’d given her.

“Obviously not,” Bruce said as he eyed her wet fingers.

He’d already taken his cowl and gloves off but hadn’t gotten around to removing his suit. His hair was tousled slightly, his lower lip had a tiny cut on it, and dark shadows were starting to bloom under his eyes, but Y/N couldn’t help but still find him irresistible. She noticed him looking at her hand and tried to discreetly wipe her fingers on her pants, but the jig was up. She’d been caught, and she kind of liked it.

“Do you often touch yourself while I’m on the other end?” he asked, a knowing smile on his lips.

“Not every time, but I just couldn’t help myself,” Y/N said, her body humming with excitement as she watched him round the chair to stand in front of her.

“Why? What was different about tonight?” Bruce circled his strong arms around her waist and pulled her to sit in his lap as he sat down in front of the computer.

“I don’t know, you just sounded so…” she trailed off as she tried to find the right word.

“So, what?” he purred in her ear as he started to softly kiss her neck.

“So hot.” She threw her arms around his shoulders and pulled him closer to her before running her fingers through his hair. “God, that fucking Batman voice just gets to me sometimes, Bruce.”

“You mean this one?”

There it was. Hearing him talk like that through the headset was torturous enough, but hearing it in person, right in her ear, was simply divine.

Bruce noticed how her breath hitched and her hips rocked against him as if she was seeking a way to soothe her burning desire.

“Do you want me to take care of this for you?” he purred in her ear, making sure his words were as drawn out as possible.

“Yes,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.

“Take these off,” he said, his voice rolling deep in his chest. 

Y/N immediately hopped off of Bruce’s lap and pushed her sweats and panties to the floor in one go. She tried to crawl back onto him, but he stopped her with a palm on her chest.

“I think I want this off too,” he said as he trailed his fingers over the tops of her breasts.

She almost ripped her top off and threw it behind her, not caring where it landed. She immediately crawled back into his lap and draped her arms over his shoulders, silently begging him to do anything other than just look at her.

“You really are desperate, aren’t you, sweetheart?” he crooned and pulled her closer to him.

Their lips finally met in a soft but passionate kiss, brushing against each other and sending shockwaves through Y/N’s nerves. She was already wet enough, but the way Bruce kissed her just made her melt and drip onto his thigh. He savoured the way she pushed her body into his and whined when he slipped his tongue into her mouth, exploring her senses and making sure she was a writing mess before he truly took care of her.

“Turn around for me,” he purred against her lips, noticing how reluctant she was to pull away from him.

She slowly unwrapped herself from him and gingerly turned around in his lap so that her back rested against his chest. The Batsuit was cold against her hot skin and she shivered a little as she rested her head on Bruce’s shoulder while he roamed her body with his large palms. The air around them was frigid and biting, but the warmth being generated by Y/N’s lust was enough to keep her warm.

Bruce pushed her legs apart and hooked her knees over the arms of the computer chair, her sopping wet cunt completely exposed and spread open for him to lavish with attention.

“I can tell you’ve been waiting all night for this,” he said, his voice low in her ear as he lightly ran his fingers through her slick folds and spread her arousal around.

Y/N’s breath hitched when he skimmed over her clit and shifted her hips up, trying her best to get him to touch her where she wanted him.

“Please, Bruce,” she begged. “Don’t tease.”

“But this is what you want, isn’t it?” he mumbled against her neck as he lightly swirled his fingers around her clit, making her moan softly as he softly kissed the underside of her jaw.

She continued to whine and moan as he rubbed her clit, her body jumping whenever a strong bolt of pleasure shot through her body. Soon he began to trail his fingers lower, teasing her pussy by dipping them inside to make sure she was ready for him. Her hands gently grasped his biceps and her eyes fluttered closed when she felt his fingers finally slip inside her.

“Fuck, Bruce,” she whispered as her head fell back against his shoulder. Her hips rolled into his fingers as he alternated between slowly thrusting them in and out of her cunt and curling them up into her sweet spot as he continued to kiss her neck.

“How’s that feel?” Bruce asked, although he didn’t need an answer from her. Now that he knew how much just talking to her like that turned her on, he was going to take advantage of it.

Bruce could feel himself getting harder every time Y/N’s inner muscles clenched around his fingers and he regretted not getting changed into more accessible clothes. Her sweet moans rang in his ears as he gently fucked her with his fingers and let his other hand explore her body, squeezing her breasts and stroking her soft skin.

“Bruce, I’m close,” Y/N whimpered softly, her movements becoming more desperate as her walls clenched harder and faster.

“You want me to make you cum, darling?” he murmured in her ear, making sure she could feel how his chest rumbled when he spoke.

“Yes,” she moaned. “Please, please make me cum.”

Bruce trailed his free hand down her body to rest just above her pubic bone and pressed down gently with the heel of his palm, pushing her sweet spot further into his fingers as he curled his fingers faster and harder. He’d never had any trouble making her cum on his fingers, but he would drag it out of her if he had to.

“Cum all over my fingers, Y/N. I know you can.”

Y/N fought to keep her legs open as her orgasm crashed through her body in a huge wave, her walls fluttering around his fingers as she shook in his lap. She gripped his arms so tightly that her knuckles ached and her loud cries of pleasure echoed around the cave, disturbing the otherwise silent space.

“That’s it, good girl,” he purred as he brought her down from her high and softly kissed her temple.

He finally pulled his fingers out of her and brought them up to his mouth so he could clean her arousal off of them. His free hand gently stroked her inner thighs and her sides as her breathing slowed, soft hums of pleasure escaping her lungs as he continued to touch her.

Y/N’s whole body felt like it had been reduced to a puddle as she sank into Bruce’s body and angled her face up so she could kiss him. She could taste her arousal on his lips and tongue, which only reignited the fire inside her. She couldn’t get enough of him and she already wanted more.

“Already raring to go again?” he asked between kisses.

Y/N nodded frantically and tried her best to turn around in his lap, but her body was so boneless that she could only shift in place.

“Yeah,” she breathed. “I want you.”

Bruce chuckled softly and lifted her so he could turn her around to face him.

“I’m afraid you’re going to have to wait, sweetheart,” he said, no longer affecting that voice she loved. “This suit wasn’t made for these kinds of activities.”

“I can wait,” she said. “I could wait all night for you.”

Bruce hummed knowingly, having already figured out what she wanted to do.

“Well, how about you join me in the shower, and we’ll see where the night takes us?”

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[gerardpilled]

literally stop being an mcr fan then! why can you forgive gerard but not lynz? everyone will pretend they support the idea of allowing someone to learn and grow and change but then they'll see a woman and go oh no not her she's irredeemable like? the double standards are ridiculous

It’s so crazy… I’ve seen countless people say that she needs to explicitly apologize for her actions and yeah I guess that would be nice. I just think it's a more complicated and nuanced situation than it might seem. Her apologizing for being in msi and participating in complicit racism would implement a lot of people and make them guilty by association. It would imply everyone including the sound guys who worked shows would then be connected to "having worked for a racist band" and could seriously complicate relationships - both working and not.

Also, I sometimes really don't understand why this is a discussion worthy of so much time other than reflecting on the atmosphere that allowed such a band to rise within the scene? (I think there's a real meaningful conversation to be had about the excusing of racism from a lot of people within the alt music scene even today.)The band hasn’t toured since 2014? Acts like Marilyn Manson - who among all his other crimes also used racial slurs as shock value - is actively touring. And for the double standards - Frank fucking toured with msi in 2013 like why not cancel him for that LOL!!! Or god forbid, Gerard for working with Jimmy Urine in 2018.

Even forgiving Gerard for saying he’s Japanese while dogpiling Lindsey for saying she’s partially Indian when she doesn’t even know her birth dad is wild to me. The tweets are very similar to each other - and neither of them have apologized? I've seen people start excusing Gerard's tweet, extrapolating info like "he must have taken a DNA test" well, there's no proof of that, and why not extend that benefit of the doubt to Lindsey? Like yes, she shouldn’t have said it but Gerard shouldn’t have either! I also just can't help but think there are more important issues oh my god!!! I've seen people - both Indian and East Asian alike - express discomfort with both Lindsey's and Gerard's actions, and I completely understand that! I just only ever see Lindsey's held to such irredeemable levels, and that's usually by white people who I personally feel are overstepping their role. I just can't help but think some white people do not have meaningful, real life, conversations with the demographics they are supposedly advocating for.

I am definitely not the person to absolve her of her sins or excuse anything she’s done and people she’s hurt, but do people (and I mean primarily other white people who - from my experience - are mainly the ones posting hate about her) realize she has probably been the most clear and explicit about her anti-racist learning curve? Out of anyone even remotely connected to mcr, she has posted and done more direct funding and outreach for Black organizations than anyone. Yes, that’s Twitter activism and doesn’t exactly amount to much in the grand scheme of things, but if people who hate her judge her off of her internet footprint, why not use the same to realize maybe she has learned?

I recently tried to see if she had acknowledged any of her faults publicly- and to my shock - she has!

I’m not saying this is the best response to every thing but I also never saw this mentioned ever before.

I truly think some of the worst stuff she’s done is publicly support Jimmy Urine after the allegations came out but again everyone who just spreads that as a fact completely misses the context of her ex friend spreading unhinged rumors about her for like a year before those allegations came out. Jessicka Adams accused Gerard of sexual misconduct and started claiming that Lindsey was in cahoots with a man who accused Jessicka of sleeping with him when he was underage. Truly unhinged stuff.

If I was Lindsey and my ex-friend was doing that, purposefully targeting people close to me, I also might immediately assume she was behind those against the lead singer of my old band! She should NOT have voiced her suspicions publicly, and I do think that was wrong, but it’s not like she doubled down on it since? I know a lot of people would like to think they would act differently if they were in her shoes, but really think about it! If allegations that arose online came out against a man you called a friend - who you let watch your daughter - would you immediately publicly turn against him? She should have apologized when it became clear the allegations were not unfounded, but even when the news first broke she was liking tweets which better explained her mindset. Also last I heard, they are no longer friends at all.

Again with the double standards though. I've seen no noise around Mikey’s wife publicly defending wife abuser Johnny Depp (a person she does not even know) when he won his trial? Or the fact that Gerard was also very good friend with Jimmy and most likely shares a similar opinion as his wife?

I've also seen people say things like "well she should have known because of all the signs" I think this a dangerous oversimplification. What about the band No Devotion? Everyone loves them here. They formed after their old lead singer was exposed as rapist with multiple situations of him sleeping with young girls on tour. Why didn't those guys know about it?

I also just feel like using this case a justification to hate her alongside stuff like "she made a mikey hate blog!!" (she didn't) just feels so wrong to me. It’s like people are happy this happened to a woman because it gives justification to hate Lindsey. I see no attempts to support this Jane Doe with tweets of support or some kind of fundraiser. It's always just rooted in hatred of another woman.

[littlemisssquiggles]

…Sooooo…about that RWBY V9 EPILOGUE ANIMATIC…..

Not lying to tell you, I honestly forgot about RTX this year because I’ve been focused on other things these days. However, thanks to the almighty power of Twitter and the RWBY FNDM community, this squiggle meister was able to check out the V9 Epilogue Animatic that dropped at this year’s panel.

While I’m disappointed there was no announcement for RWBY V10 being greenlit, at least fans were given something to munch on with the featured animatic.

And y’know what folks?

If this animatic was an original draft for the ending of V9 then I am…

… SO FREAKING GLAD that this animatic never made it into the final cut for V9!

Because, for me, not only do I find the final ending of V9 perfect as it is with where it left the story off but also, some revisions need to be done for this epilogue ya’ll.

Don’t get me wrong. I thought this animatic was pretty good. I liked that it confirmed everyone’s shared theory that the others thought RWBYJ had died during the Fall of Atlas. At least that was confirmed to be canon.

However; if there is one part I would love to be revised for this epilogue, it would have to be the final moment after Raven (surprise, surprise but not really cause people theorized that shit since V8) brings RWBYJ to Vacuo and we get to see Nora, Ren and Oscar react to seeing their friends return from the literal dead and…Oscar is just standing there with the Oz-cane…smiling?

But it’s not a smile of deeper emotion. It’s not even his usual soft smile that he always gives Rubes.

Yes, yes, yes I know what ya’ll might be thinking---Squiggles, dear, please, it’s only a rough animatic. It’s not that deep sis---I KNOW…but STILL, bear with me on this one folks.

This is the closest thing to a RWBY V10 crumb that us fans will have to cling onto until the show gets greenlit…whenever. IF EVER.

This animatic is the closest thing to a potential V10 teaser that we have right now. It’s all we have right so if there are FNDM fam members picking it apart and overanalyzing it, can you really blame em?

IT’S ALL WE HAVE for V10.

So pardon me if the Pinehead Rosegarden shipper in me is a lil bummed out by this one shot of a rough, possible first draft animatic of an episode that could easily be the first episode of a possible next season of RWBY.

If I had to imagine a final version of this scene, I could easily see Oscar looking at Ruby softly. But even still…that’s…not the reaction I was expecting for their inevitable reunion.

If  you had told me that that’s not Oscar and is actually Oz in control, I would have a better chance at believing you with that because I am in disbelief that Ruby would return from everyone believing that she and the others had died during the fall of Atlas and…Oscar sees Ruby alive and well for the first time in who knows how long….maybe weeks or a month at best and his reaction is just a normal smile?

Not even a tearful smile or a shocked look like Nora. Just a casual smile before we cut back to Ruby’s final smile, like she was on the verge of tears before it fades to black.

Really? That’s it?  

NAAAAAAAAAH! Nah! Send that shit back to the boards for a second draft.

 #NOTMYRGREUNION

Again, I am fully aware that this is only an animatic and a bigger, more focused emotional reunion could easily happened after this scene in another “episode” if you look at this animatic as being like the end of the first or second episode of a potential RWBY V10.

But still, I can’t help but feel bummed by this a bit. At least the RG shipper in me is a little bummed.

If anything, I’m better off looking at this animatic as a precursor to a better more emotional and PROPER reunion between Ruby and Oscar.

That part I can dream about.

In the mean time, pardon my mini rant cause it’s been a while since I’ve talked about RWBY and I wanted to share my brief thoughts on the animatic for anyone who was curious about my thoughts on it.

~LMS (2023)

#squiggle talks: rwby #rwby v9 animatic #rwby v9 #oscar pine #ruby rose #rwby rosegarden #oscar and ruby rwby

[anangelwhodidntfall]

Clingy: Damian Priest

WWE Masterlist

word count: 540

description: You overhear some comments about how clingy you are with Damian so you back off out of fear but end up pushing Damian away in the process. 

Damian knew something was up with you and so did all your friends. Every time he tried to touch you would either wig out or not respond to it like you usually do, he assumed that he must have done something to upset you. You, on the other hand, had done nothing but overthink about some of the comments you heard from a few mean girls like Eva and Carmella, and then the Twitter comments only seemed to confirm what they were saying so you backed off not wanting to annoy Damian but not realizing you were pushing him away.

It had been nearly three weeks since this happened and Damian has had enough of this. He made his way upstairs to yall's shared room where you had been quiet reading for the past hour and took a seat on the bed which made you look up at him.

“My love, can we talk?" He asked gently placing a hand on your leg.

"Sure, what's up?" You ask closing your book and setting it on the table.

"I was hoping that we could talk about what's been going on between us?" He said looking at you.

“What's there to talk about?" You said pretending not to know what he was referring to.

"The past three weeks! You have barely let me touch or show any type of affection in public, or when I do, you ignore me. Did I do something and not remember? Because if I did, I'm sorry." He says making your heart hurt as you realized how much you had been hurting him.

"It's not you....it's me and god it's really stupid because I didn't think it would've affected me this long." You said.

"Sweetheart, what's going on?" He asked looking at you concerned.

"Umm the resident mean girls who normally don't bother me, well I overheard them talking about how clingy I was with you and how annoyed you seemed by it, and I thought I would just forget about it but then I went on Twitter and saw some of the same comments so I figured that maybe I was annoying you by being upon you 24/7 but didn't think it would affect me this long." You said on the verge of tears.

"Hey, hey it's okay. Sweetheart, I love that physical touch is one of your love languages. Do you know how long it's been since I had someone show me that much physical touch the way you do?" He said. 

"Really?" You asked kinda shocked. 

"Of Course, trust me I would've told you if I thought you constantly being with me was annoying me or whatever but it doesn't, in fact, one of my favorite things that you do is when you're cold instead of grabbing a blanket, you snuggle into me." He said reaching for your hand. 

"I'm sorry." You said. 

"It's alright. Just promise you will come to talk to me next time something's bothering you?" He asked as you nodded your head before wrapping your arms around him.

#damian priest #damian priest x reader #damian priest fanfiction #Damian Priest imagine #damian priest oneshot #wwe imagine #wwe x reader

[freelanceexorcist]

Spoilers and more pedantry that I would ever ask you to live though if I was in my right mind right now:

So I’m pretty firmly in the camp of Watashi Sephiroth and Ore Sephiroth being two different people, or more accurately, two versions of the same person from different timelines. I’ll find out soon enough if I’m wrong about this or not, but there have been clues dropped that this could be the case.

So let me put my speculatin’ hat on one last time.

I know I told you the last time was the last time, but things change.

The pronoun switch from Watashi to Ore in Japanese is just the first clue, and I can’t blame anyone who misses that one because they don’t speak Japanese and/or don’t have access to good faith translations of Japanese materials. I was lucky enough to stumble upon the Twitter account of @aitaikimochi, who is an absolute treasure in this department as she’s fluent in both English and Japanese (don’t know which one is her first language).

Then there’s the bit in the Ultimania (or maybe an interview? I don’t remember) where they pretty much come right out and say Ore is a version we’ve never seen before. But that’s also in Japanese so again, no one can blame anyone for missing that one either.

Another subtle clue is the other characters’ reactions when Sephiroth is onscreen. When Cloud has one of his glitches in the presence of others and Sephiroth appears, the others don’t react the same way he does. This is because Cloud is the only one who can see him and the creators have said as much. There are multiple versions of Sephiroth, according to official sources. One version is a memory and the other is described as an illusion. It’s not clarified if by illusion they mean a vision with an external source or a hallucination. That one will probably remain a Maybe Magic, Maybe Mundane (warning: TV Tropes) situation.

He has a third form in which he manifests using Marco and the other black-cloaked men as a meat suit. But still…other characters’ reactions make it seem like Cloud is still the only one who can see him. In Marco’s apartment, Cloud is attacked by Sephiroth using Marco. Tifa rushes in just in time to see Cloud about to cut him in two with the Buster Sword.

So how does she react? Is it shock at seeing Sephiroth after all this time? Is it fear? Is it happiness that Sephiroth is about to get got? Nope. It’s concern. For Sephiroth.

But why though? She of all people should be thrilled that the man who ruined her life is about to get what’s coming to him.

Yet she stops Cloud and goes to help. Why? Because all she sees is Marco, perhaps. She doesn’t see Sephiroth.

Another instance is in The Drum. Cloud glitches and then all of a sudden Sephiroth appears. Cloud is scared and angry, but the rest don’t react in a way you’d expect. That is to say they don’t really react at all. When Cloud charges at Sephiroth, Tifa cries out to him. But is it because her friend is going full Leeroy Jenkins on someone who can squash him like a grape? Or is it because she sees him charging at Marco?

My point, and I do have one, is that Watashi is the one that likely only Cloud can see. Meanwhile, Ore can be seen by and can interact with everyone. Hell, they all fight him.

Then there’s the issue of behavior. I’ve talked about these differences before, but here’s a summary. Ore Sephiroth is helpful to Cloud. He asks for his help. He seems dejected when Cloud refuses. When they fight, he merely disarms him, drops a cryptic line and peaces out after deciding Cloud isn’t strong enough to help yet (that’s how I’m interpreting his “not yet” line, anyway). There are other differences though, that I’m just now realizing.

The way he walks. Watashi’s gait is slightly feminine, with softly swaying hips. It’s subtle, but he got dat lady swagger. In the Rebirth demo, his gait is more masculine. You can’t tell much from Crisis Core, because the mechanics are just as clunky as the original even though the graphics have a new coat of paint.

His facial expressions. That is to say, Ore actually has more than one. Watashi’s facial expression is rarely anything but smugness or malice. Ore’s face expresses gentleness, openness, disappointment and determination or, when he’s fighting the party, anger and intensity. He gets a smug look before he fights Cloud, but even then it looks more like he knows he’s about to have some fun. This same expressiveness can be seen in the Ever Crisis trailer, Crisis Core and the Rebirth demo.

His body language. Watashi faces a target or opponent head on and looks them dead in the eye nearly the whole time. The latter can be a sign of attentiveness but also a display of dominance. He never allows himself to appear vulnerable. He never turns his back on his opponent. We don’t see him sitting in any scenes, so there’s not data there yet. He gives no clue to what he’s thinking or feeling using his body movements.

Ore, in Crisis Core, Ever Crisis and the Rebirth demo, often turns his body away from someone he’s speaking to if he doesn’t fully turn his back to them. He bows his head or looks at the ground when he speaks so his hair hides his expression. This can be interpreted as shyness or discomfort. He crosses his arms over his torso. This can be interpreted as a self-protective gesture or one of defensiveness. It’s the same with the crossed legs when he’s sitting in the truck in the Rebirth demo. Like Watashi, we don’t see Ore sitting, so nothing to analyze there.

Finally, and this one is a little tricky, is his fighting style. There are indications that the remaining Whispers have at least some degree of control over him and are trying force him into his one-winged angel role during his fight with the party. For example, his wing dissolves into a cloud of them.

But that’s neither here nor there. When he’s fighting the party (presumably) under the influence, he fights like hell. In some shots you can see the effort he’s putting out there. He takes it very seriously, as well he should.

Ore in the Edge of Creation looks like he’s having fun. He’s just playing with Cloud, likely testing him out. He’s just styling on him, barely putting any effort into the fight and he doesn’t really need to, using over the top, dancer-like moves and blocking strikes without even looking. At the end, he merely disarms Cloud. To him, the fight was just a friendly sparring session.

If at any point Ore covers his face with one hand or places a hand over his heart, I think that will clinch it that he’s not the same as Watashi, who is highly unlikely to display such vulnerability.

So where does Ore come from? Well, I’ve speculated in the past that Ever Crisis takes place in a different timeline than main Remake story, quite possibly in the one where Zack survives. If this doesn’t turn out be the case, everything I’m about to say is rendered invalid.

But if it does…

In the Ever Crisis timeline, he knows what his mother looks like even though he was given a false name. He even has a picture of her until he loses it. This picture means so much to him that he’s willing to search corpses in hopes of finding it again. In the original, he didn’t even have that much, as Genesis knows he doesn’t even know what she looks like, because he taunts him with it.

In this timeline, he makes friends early on, and he grows close enough to them that he’s willing to rebel against Shinra alongside them. He cared enough about them to risk his own hide. The First Soldier trio will probably end up getting fired. But Sephiroth? Based on what we know of Hojo’s treatment of him, he should be so lucky. He seems to know that firing him is not an option because he’s so valuable to Shinra. Assuming “I’m one of Professor Hojo’s soldiers” is just a whiffed localization, he’s the only one of his kind. But based on what we know of how Hojo treated him, he would be punished. Painfully. He would need to be reminded of his place and who he belongs to. He was willing to risk that to be with his friends and help someone he’s never met.

His friends, specifically his big bro Glenn, teach him compassion. Companionship and camaraderie. They teach him how to loosen up and have fun. They teach him empathy. They treat him the same way they would treat any other kid. He gets to see how a normal group of friends interacts and tries to be a part of that group.

And if it wasn’t just a whiffed translation? That would mean there were at least a few others like him, at least for a while. He would be less alone. He would still know he was different and special, but he’d at least have others in the same boat to relate to.

That little bit of kindness, camaraderie and having others like him in his life who were like him, even if only briefly, while we must assume that Watashi didn’t have these things, could very well have set Ore on a different path. And the people who want him to suffer endlessly and become irredeemably evil in every universe will just have to be happy with the one version.

But what about that line about him acknowledging that he killed Tifa, you ask. Good question.

This seems to suggest that Ore accepts responsibility for the Nibelheim incident, but without context, it’s hard to say.

Trailers and promos are notorious for deceptive editing that misdirects the audience, especially if the editors are trying to keep a lid on a big twist. Naoki Hamaguchi has been notoriously enthusiastic about the huge twists he promises are coming yet he’s still doing a great job of preventing us from figuring out what they are.

So that bit from the trailer might be misdirection. How many times have we seen bits of dialogue in trailers and promos that are spoken while scenes the conversation doesn’t take place in appear onscreen? It’s also not unheard of for lines of dialogue being spoken in two or more scenes to be edited together to seem like they all took place at the same time. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if that line doesn’t even appear in the final product, although that’s unlikely. Without context, we just don’t know what’s going on.

Ore may be responsible for Nibelheim and Tifa’s injury and the trailer truly is being plainspoken about that. This is the simplest explanation.

Or maybe it’s a wee bit more complicated. Here are some possibilities ranging from zero to Epileptic Trees (again, TV Tropes).

Ore Sephiroth killed his own version of Tifa and the Nibelheim incident went down as usual. Zack and Cloud ending up in the same place at the same time and under the same circumstances in the timeline where he survives as they were in the one where he was set up to die strongly indicate that. At some point, Ore shook off Jenova’s influence and has his own agenda now, though that agenda is unknown at this point.

Ore, for some reason, believes himself to be responsible but for reasons unknown may not actually be.

As they merge the multiple timelines to bring about Rebirth, Mommy & Me may be performing a Fusion Dance (you know the drill) and absorbing all the variants of Sephiroth in the other timelines/universes to gain their power, and Ore is no exception. He “remembers” killing Tifa for the same reason Cloud “remembers” being a SOLDIER 1st Class: because he’s receiving bits and pieces of Watashi’s memories and confusing them for his own. I kind of like this one because damn, what potential for drama. Ore would feel all of the guilt and shame of an act he didn’t even commit. He would be desperately trying to atone for something he wasn’t even responsible for. He would be slowly losing himself and becoming a part of some twisted hive mind without knowing it. Hmm, maybe one of the promised twists is that it will be a race against the clock to stop Mommy & Me from becoming too powerful and keeping Ore from getting assimilated.

Ore says “I killed her” because saying “he, that guy that looks like me and is probably what I would have become if I’d gotten even fewer hugs growing up” just seemed to awkward to him. Yeah, even adjusting my tinfoil hat doesn’t make that one sound less stupid.

But I digress.

In conclusion (“oh, thank GOD” – everybody), Ore may not be who we think he is because he is from a different timeline and while the same person as Watashi in a sense, he is a version of him whose life took a slight detour.

#Sephiroth #Sephiroth theory #FFVII Rebirth #FFVII Rebirth spoilers

[macverse]

What you hope you can change

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Chris wants you back but doesn't know if he deserves you. He sees how much he's ruined everything. He wants you to be happy, but it hurts to let you go.

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A/N: Well, I've accidentally started a mini-series. This was all supposed to be a one-shot, lol. The series started because @shipheart commented, “I wonder what the reader will do next” and then this happened.  I had a wild thought that this Chris/Reader couple could be the couple in Mi Amante and what happens in this series is what led them to start couples therapy. Some of the details are off but I like the idea that this is the back story. This series and Mi Amante are not related, it's just my headcanon within a headcanon, haha. I wrote once on something I was writing “I feel like I'm writing something much bigger than this is". I'm getting that same feeling again with these. It might be. Who knows. Special shout out to Vicky of Chris Evans fan page UK 🇬🇧 @chrisevansfanuk twitter. Since Mr. Evans had taken some time off when I started writing this, I need a secondary resource for content and research. These pages were a big help. Several 11 pm til much, much later writing well past the point of exhaustion sessions were supported by Vicky's pages. There was a very special sleepy moment where I was just blindly scrolling through your tweets cause I knew, I KNEW you had the info I needed but it was from months ago. I found it. Thank you so much.

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“Chris?” 

I didn't mean to be here. I did come here on purpose but I didn't think it would be that easy to find her. I'd thought maybe if I saw Y/N from far away, I could make up my mind. If she seems happy, if she seems like she’s in a good place, I could turn around and walk away. I could try to move on and let her go if she was okay.

That's not how it happened. We literally almost ran right into each other. One second I was deciding to give up, thinking it was providence that I hadn't seen her and the next I was colliding with Y/N.

“What are you doing here?”, Y/N asks after we’ve both recovered. “I’m honestly not following you. I heard from a friend that they'd seen you around here,” shit that sounds like I'm stalking her. She needs to know that I didn't mean for this to happen like this. I know I don't deserve a second of her time but if I can just get a moment then maybe things can be better. I hold my hands up, my palms forward as I continue, “I just wanna talk.” Uh, stress is cruel, fame's a lie

But you're special, on every level

Success is cool, money is fine

But you're special, another level The shock of Y/N leaving LA was like getting thrown into the deep end of a pool in the middle of winter. I realized too late that I was being an idiot. I was the reason she’d been there in the first place and I ignored her. I didn’t do it on purpose. My schedule kept filling up and my free time kept disappearing. I missed her but work was work. It couldn’t be ignored.

My assistant Josh had mentioned that he was getting a feeling that Y/N wasn't having a good time or didn't have much to do. He was the one who made sure I’d get a plus one so she could accompany me to my events. He'd even put together a list of exhibits and classes that I knew that Y/N would love, places we could go, and things we could do on dates but I kept putting it off because I was busy. 

I kept thinking later, later but she left before I could get to later.

Listen

I see the men, they wanna touch ya

That's when I tell 'em, uh huh

I guess I am a jealous lover

'Cause I ain't sharin' with another lover

Stress is cruel, fame's a lie

But you're special, on every level

Success is cool, and money is fine

But you're special, another level

I was a mess after she left. I didn't have the time to be a mess but the minute there wasn't a camera in my face I would break down, the facade I kept up would crumble away and all I could feel was heartache. I muddled my way through the rest of the projects I had in LA. I can't even remember if I did work that I was happy with or not. The ache Y/N left in my chest was irrepressible. I could barely breathe sometimes. 

The hole Y/N left in my life was tangible. You don't realize how entwined someone is into the fabric of every minute of your life until it hits you in the face. 

I didn't realize how the simple touch of her hand stopped my mind from racing. I didn't realize how seeing her and my dog safely at home brought me peace.

I didn't realize how the smell of her perfume on the sheets made me feel like I was home every night.

I didn't realize how much her smile warmed me from the inside and made my heart sing in my chest.

I just didn't realize how much I loved her in my life...

Want more? Read the rest on my AO3.

#chris evans #chris evans x reader #x reader #reader insert #fan fiction #fanfiction #ff #ao3 #read on ao3 #ao3 author #valentines day #breakup #i'm so sorry #but #just hold on #spoilers #winks #song fic #justin timberlake #higher higher #men of the woods #MOTW #EITIW #writing #writers on tumblr #writers community #what you... series #part 3 of 4

[davidmariottecomics]

Save Your Work!

Hello, friends! 

This week is going to be very quick because, not to get ahead of myself, but next week is likely going to be pretty long. I didn't mean to time things out so there'd be a long one right after I'm done with work for the year and most people are off for that final week, but that's how things worked out. And the week after that, the last weekend of the year, I'm going to do a Best of 2023 round-up. 

But, in my brief update this week, I wanted to talk about some very straightforward best practices. 

I turned on my computer this morning and was shocked to find that I was *turning on* my computer this morning. One way or another, it had shut down since the last time I used it. Maybe it was Becca or a planned restart or something, but however it happened, my computer was off. And as any artist should know... you neeeeeeeeeeeed to make sure your stuff is saved again and again. You see, I was working on my holiday gift guide that I'm building for my Patreon when the computer shut off and I lost a whole spread and some change. All of it. The images, the hyperlinks, the text--both in terms of what I wrote and the font choices I made--everything. It shouldn't be terrible, but it'll add at least an extra hour on as I have to rebuild all of that. So, if you ever work on anything that would benefit from being saved, make sure you do!

The other best practice I want to emphasize today is something I say a lot. If you'd like to work in comics professionally, please make it easier on yourself and any potential collaborators/hiring folks, by making your web presence clear and accessible. Something I've slowly been working on over the past few weeks is going through my Twitter as I get ready to delete it before the end of the year and looking to make sure I have contact information from anyone I'm interested in not losing. I'm looking for emails, or agents, or websites. And the more varied the information, the better. Because I'm trying to incorporate that into my existing digital rolodex, whenever possible, while emails (for talent or their agents) are the things that are most helpful, I am looking to add your website info so I can quickly pop to it before emailing you and make sure you're who I think you are and your style is what I think it is. As much as possible, when I look through info I got from old like Visible Women sheets and the like, I'm looking for people who aren't just including their handle on one social because those can change, or who aren't just linking to an Instagram or Twitter account with "DM me" because while I know some people work best in DMs, for legal paperwork and the like, an email is so much more helpful. 

Lastly, and this should go without saying, but this is a post about common sense practices, be kind to folks. I don't know why this seems so counter-intuitive to certain people, but if you're openly hostile toward your peers, they don't want to work with you. It's a self-fulfilling prophecy of ostracization. It literally can't be said enough. Comics as an industry is doing just fine and differentiation in the medium in both format and talent is only a good thing. 

Alright. More next week! 

What I enjoyed this week: Dungeons & Daddies (Podcast), Reverse 1999 (Video Game), Nancy (Comic), Lego Masters (TV show), Out There Screaming: An Anthology of New Black Horror (Short story collection), Yu-Gi-Oh: Duel Links (Video Game), Dandadan (Manga), Godzilla: Minus One (Movie), Godzilla Raids Again (Movie), Cunk on Earth (TV show), I'm a Virgo (TV show), Clyde Fans by Seth (Comic), getting and making some really exciting 2023 news. There's some amazing stuff to come! 

New Releases this week (12/13/2023): Sonic the Hedgehog: Winter Jam (Editor)

Final Order Cutoff next week (12/18/2023):  Godzilla Valentine's Day Special (Editor) If you haven't seen it, I put together a little explainer on what exactly a "Final Order Cutoff" is and why it matters! And if you found this helpful and have a platform where you think people should know, those explainers are watermarked and good to share! 

New Releases next week (12/20/2023): Godzilla: The War for Humanity #3 (Editor) Godzilla Rivals: Jet Jaguar vs. Megalon (Editor)

Announcements: If there is one blog this year that you should not miss, it's next week's. Big news to come. 

The Cartoonist Cooperative is still doing E-Sim cards for Gaza. You can donate a digital sim card so that residents can get access to the internet and have more functional phones and, in exchange, get some comics or a drawing or whatever else is available from the many participating artists. Additionally, the CC is hosting their mini-comic awards! It's a cool way to maybe get your mini-comic recognized and make some scratch! 

You can also give more directly. If you don't have money, and I get it, you can call or fax or email or show up at the offices of your representatives. Keep your eyes open for actions too, whether they're another general strike like what happened last Monday or demonstrations and marches in your area. Given the nature of the things, they often come together fairly quickly, so do exercise your due diligence. Also, of course, being informed and just giving your time to Palestinian writers is incredibly valuable. Whether that is journalists on the ground--who are being murdered at extraordinary rates--or reading Fiyah's Palestine Solidarity issue or anything from Verso's solidarity reading list, having and sharing that knowledge is significant. 

Becca just did their Art vs. Artist post for 2023. They did a lot of really cool work this year! They also posed a spicy art version. And as if it could not be said enough, while we've got some things brewing (and now on a schedule), you should reach out if you'd like to work on comics with them! I think we're both looking to do more next year! You can find their gallery on their website and also, y'know, maybe pick up a few things for belated gifts while you're there! 

If you aren't a Patreon backer yet, well, like I said above, I've been working on something pretty cool. I'm building a holiday gift guide. It won't probably be out with a lot of shopping time for Christmas in particular, but I thought it'd be a fun way to showcase some of what I've been learning more generally about design and how to make comics and zines and stuff. I'm really proud of it and it'll be exclusive to $10+ backers for December and then will be made public in a couple months. Also at that $10+ tier, there's stuff like a tour of my workspace, an adults-only podcast pilot that Becca and I recorded called "Abandoning the Premise" (short sample here), a review of root beers is also coming up quick, old D&D campaigns I ran, and more! Another goal of mine for next year is to grow my Patreon and also have it start making some money to fund more comics ventures for myself. 

Pic of the Week: I teased it last week, but the Winter Jam team did a Winter Jam-piece! Our fabulous leader, Iasmin Omar Ata, got Reggie Graham, Adam Bryce Thomas, Abigail Oz, Shawn Lee, and me to put together a happy holidays card from the Winter Jam cast! I did the thought balloon Froggy because even when Big is holding "Froggy", he can't stop thinking about that frog! 

#comics #sonic idw #comic tips #save your work

[madbox91]

Today, I caused chaos on Twitter and Mobox and friends didn't like it lol Part 3

I went all out with my new account.

This is where the "chaos" began. I went all out. I didn't think or care on wtf I was saying or did (as you can see in some of the tweets, there's a lot of misspellings because I was just speed running them). It was just slander. Some of the things I said were very ridiculous, most were just saying shit to mobox instead of Nikolai, and only like 2 or 3 tweets were logical and not just ridiculous shit. I was making fucking so much slander that it felt I was running through a field of flowers lol. Of course I'm joking around about that but god damn it, it felt so just entertaining to just constantly tweeting non stop. It was so ridiculous. First Nikolai blocked me instantly and later mobox followed. I have done it. I got what I wanted once again. I was so over joy and also just shocked to see a huge amount of tweets I have made. Seeing them be the first thing you see when you search up "mobox87" on Twitter is so funny to me. Also it's another common L on mobox because thanks to her new attention to me, she is making herself look more bad on Twitter than she already is. Like my tweets has never gotten into huge numbers of views before this happened. The only reason why I made that gimmick account is to fool and get more stupid people into not liking mobox87. I mean it's mobox's fault for me to get a chance at spreading pretty ridiculous misinformation about her to a somewhat shit ton of people to witness it. Remember I didn't got some much attention and attraction from people before this happened and so mobox was just helping me out with this goal in mind. I mean hundreds of people viewing my tweets doesn't seem like a lot but to me it's a big deal for me since I only get like 7 or 10 views out of my tweets so yeah, thanks mobox. I truly think people would believe the shit from my mobox gimmick because nowadays people are fucking stupid. I'm fully convinced that's the case and especially the case for the small and not that popular mobox and mobox related community. Making people have a reaction out of my bullshit has been one of my goals. Especially delusional people with insecurities who try to defend themselves from the shit I say. At the end of the day, bad publicity is good publicity for me if my goals can be reached from it. I want to be mobox's very own inconvenience as possible and also getting a reaction out of it. that is what has happened here

Man such a mobox-like response. Seeing this makes me smile. Like I did that. I'm now part of mobox's ops. She treating me like I'm some kind of villain in her poorly written comics about sexual abuse. Exaggerating everything to make things look more bad than they seem. Huh making people look more bad now huh? I wonder who else is doing the same thin- IT'S ME! Maybe I was right, I am the real mobox87 after all. Btw not the first time mobox has done something like this but I guess she doesn't like it when someone else is doing the same thing to her, especially if that someone is actually kinda speaking facts with their gimmick account that tends to joke and poke fun about her and her wrong doings and now getting attraction. "Oh It's very hard for me to start conversations blah blah blah I don't talk like this 🙁", OF COURSE YOU DON'T FUCKING TALK LIKE THIS 💀

This is why I'm fully convinced that people are fucking stupid here. Like honestly I don't fucking get how people would get fooled by this. Like it's so fucking obvious. Like why bothered making an awareness posts about me? Maybe it isn't about the people, maybe she really wants me to be taken down because I have bothered her or maybe hurt her feelings in some way? Have I caused harm to anyone like Nikolai or something? I have become such a bad inconvenience and problem to her that it's enough for her to make post about me and criminalize me to stop me? Am I really such a bad problem to her now? If that's the case then I have won. Of course she would've done this just for the sake of spreading awareness but still it doesn't make sense to me because I really wasn't getting many attraction to my posts that is worthy enough to get a awareness posts about me. Like literally no one saw them. Is it because to protect her image on the internet or something? Idk pretty uncertain but still see it as a win either way. I guess people really are stupid enough to believe that mobox said, "let me rub my smile and unmatched coolness on your face like a fucking load of cum". If so then who??? You?

#mobox87 #goldbox

[james-vi-stan-blog]

I know you talk about King James but how did people describe George to be? I feel like the show is going to make George out to be a helpless victim (we’ll be is a victim of his mother not James) or a fragile person who didn’t do anything wrong (already have seen be on Twitter do that) while King James might just be made out as a villain and not as complex.

Sorry for taking forever to answer, I was so busy I didn't even get to properly sit down with the trailer until now asdfkld;jsd, and also I'm not a George expert so the more devoted Buckingham enthusiasts might be able to give you a better answer

Some difficulty with trying to ascertain what George Villiers's true character was is gonna come from the fact that all contemporary descriptions of him are going to be heavily slanted depending on the agenda and factional relationships of the writer. I've been trying to find some good quotes for you but I'm limited by availability of books to me and so I'm quoting like third or fourth hand here.

There are a lot of accounts of Buckingham being monstrously ambitious, cunning, grasping. A lot of that is mixed up with anti-Catholic sentiment and depictions of Buckingham as a decadent, seductive "Ganymede" (an image that the anti-Catholics also associated with Catholicism). Many courtiers were resentful and jealous that James could only be accessed through the Great One—a position they'd rather have for themselves or one of their relatives. You'd have to be veiled with such accusations or you could be brought before the House of Lords.

In the 1620s the Spanish court was shocked at Buckingham's lack of decorum: sitting while Prince Charles stood, calling Charles nicknames, putting his feet up on chairs, performing "divers obscene things" and using "immodest gesticulations" and being "wont to move into the Princes Chamber with his Cloathes half on" (which probably does not mean literally half-naked, but rather that he did not properly dress in courtly raiment for an audience with a prince; but maybe I am wrong and it literally does mean half-naked). I think these quotes are from a 1624 letter to the English court.

At the same time that this report was being made of his character, Buckingham had a very brief moment of glory re: his public image in England because of the failure of the Spanish match, and he was being referred to as this martial, wise, brave defender of the Protestant faith. That fell apart quickly after his military failures.

However, you've also got people like Godfrey Goodman, who was specifically writing against Anthony Weldon. Weldon's The Court and Character of King James I was published as part of Parliamentarian anti-Stuart propaganda in the 1640s and was very negative on Buckingham. Goodman, writing The Court of King James the First in I believe in the 1650s, said, that "there never lived a better natured man than Buckingham", and attested to Buckingham's devotion to James and heartbreak at being accused of James's death. This is also the source of the Wikipedia quote about George, "the handsomest-bodied man in all of England; his limbs so well compacted, and his conversation so pleasing, and of so sweet a disposition", but I can't verify because I don't have Goodman's book in front of me. Of course, Goodman is just as much writing from Royalist perspective as Weldon was writing from a Parliamentarian/proto-Parliamentarian perspective.

I think something to consider is that basically no faction would find it useful to depict George as an innocent. He's either going to be a hero and competent who is James's indispensable secretary working for the good of England, or he's going to be The Evil Favorite, cartoonishly corrupt, possibly Catholic, etc.

I personally don't think that a "hapless innocent" characterization makes sense for George Villiers; he was really involved in politics, very aggressive, constantly riding back and forth between London and the hunting lodge to do business, overworking himself, etc. He had strong factional alignments but was way less of a puppet than Robert Carr (a Howard family puppet and very reliant on Overbury). It's not an invalid character interpretation for Villiers's early life, I think, but definitely by his late career he was making his own decisions.

You know, maybe these people who are trying to see innocent and passive George should stan Robert Carr instead...?

#george villiers #james's weird stan rambles again

[bitemezine-krbk]

Re-post from Twitter. We would like to give you a little treat created by our wonderful Mod Trish!

Summary: Bakugou asks a very sick Kirishima out, but the thing is, Kirishima isn’t actually sick. >:)

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There aren’t a lot of things in this world that Kirishima Eijirou knows for certain but he is pretty freaking positive that rejecting Bakugou Katsuki’s invite to the movies now means there is a 100% chance he will never receive another invite again. So, despite what feels like an impressive gale force sickness looming on his horizon, Kirishima gives his crush no, his best friend, as big of a “yes” as he can muster.

His body will just have to cope.

After an impressive nearly 48 hours of eating nothing but vitamin C chewables, his entire body weight of chicken noodle soup and drinking enough tea to drown an elephant, Kirishima’s plan to force his body back to perfect health goes….well, it goes horrible. Somehow he feels even worse?? He spent most of the last night sweating bullets with his body aching so bad you’d think he just lost a fight with an Alpha Prime. Even his teeth hurt! Still, a date with Bakugou (maybe the lingo wasn’t accurate, but a Beta could dream right?) was not something he was going to pass up no matter how close to death he might currently be. With great effort, Kirishma manages to get ready, ignoring the dizziness and body shivers and eventually finds himself leaning against the door of one Bakugou Katsuki.

He reaches out to knock, but before his knuckles drag across the wood, something punches the wind right out of him.

No, not just any something, a smell. And not just any smell, he somehow registers that it’s Katsuki.

Pressing his face against the door like some sort of wild animal, Kirishima inhales as deeply as he can. His lungs fill with the sharp scent of pressed oak, the metallic zing of the hardware and there, after another inhale it's so strong he can practically taste it on his tongue. Honey and clover, dripping down the back of his throat through his nose until his eyes roll and his mouth begins to fill with saliva.

The onslaught of scent and flavor are so overwhelming he doesn’t even have the brain capacity to figure out how he had never noticed this before? Has everything always been this sharp, this clear, this fucking delicious?

No. Even in his fuzzy sickness brain, he’d have remembered something like this. The smells, the insane urge to jump through the wood and to sink his teeth into the source— wait, since when do Betas have the desire to bite anything?

He wracks his brain trying to come up with an answer but his question seems further and further away with each inhale. Feeling deranged, he sniffs the door again, a moan involuntarily slipping past his now open panting mouth, shocking even himself. Every second he stands here gets worse, his hands are even beginning to twitch, wanting to start clawing at the door to fight his way in. Just as he is debating whether or not to lick the paneling, the door suddenly yanks open and there with blown pupils and a smirk that could have lit him ablaze even before his fever is Bakugou Katsuki.

“Thought you’ve been smelling different,” he says, grin widening.

“Huh?” Kirishima replies stupidly, having to suck back in drool that threatened to spill out of his mouth.

Bakugou rolls his eyes. “I always had a feeling you were an Alpha, but I didn’t peg you as a knothead. Catch up dummy.”

“A-a-alpha? No, ‘m a Beta,” Kirishima croaks out, brain trying to surface through the fog. Sure he’d never actually presented, but that's what made him so sure he was a Beta! Maybe his dick was a little bigger than his other friends, but surely he’d have noticed a knot right? Right? He takes another breath, trying to clear his head.

Big mistake.

It takes all of his power to stay put. He wants to reach for Katsuki, to stick his face in between the spot between his shoulder and neck. Just for a second, he reasons with himself, just to see if that's where the smell is coming from. Or maybe a taste? One taste, that’ll be fine, right?

Bakugou chuckles, but it’s not unkind. “See, you keep saying that shit, but Eiji, my Omega is tired of waiting and so am I. Here.” Moving too quickly to stop, Bakugou shoves a hand down the front of his pants and then pulls it out just as fast only to smear the wetness over a very startled Kirishima’s nose and mouth.

Everything goes black after that.

A few days later, a very exhausted looking Katsuki grins up at him from his destroyed and horrifyingly sticky nest. There's a bite mark, no several bite marks littering his pale skin but he looks pleased all the same.

“So,” he asks, stretching out like a lazy, sunsoaked cat just to stoke his index finger against the edge of his surely swollen rim, pressing just hard enough to feel Kirishima’s knot through his skin, making them both shiver, “still think you're a Beta?”

With his rut brain still too slow and horny to allow him to communicate, Kirishima answers his Omega by biting into his soft flesh and claiming him for himself, for his Alpha, one more time.

#bnha #kiribaku #bnha smut #a/b/o #a/b/o smut #a/b/o fic #twitter repost #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki #omega bakugou #alpha kirishima