#im SLOW. and BAD at old comics

[nari-writes]

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The thing is, Tim doesn’t realise Kon doesn’t know his secret identity until Kon sighs, looks over at him longingly, and says, “Man. You’d be so good at this.”

“Good at what?” he asks, distracted by the plans he’s got spread out in front of him. Bruce wants an update on Lex’s new office, but Tim’s been trying to figure out why the old one has an extra hallway that seems to go nowhere. The last time Lex had a hallway that went ‘nowhere’, Tim and Bart had found a cloning lab.

“All the hero stuff, you know?” Kon says, and Tim blinks. He blinks again, trying to catch up while Kon keeps talking, “Like, you’re super smart, you’re super organised, and you’re totally obsessed with mysteries. You’d make a great Robin.”

“What?” Tim asks, feeling vaguely like he’s been shoved into a mirror dimension. But his undershirt is definitely half-hanging out of his laundry basket, and the R’s on the outside, so he can’t have been transported to an alternate dimension sometime within the last two minutes of conversation. Also, wait! he thinks to himself, he’s literally working on a plan to break into Lex’s building with Conner – why would he be doing that if he wasn’t-?

“Yeah!” Kon says, gaining enthusiasm at Tim’s bafflement, “Dude, you’re awesome. We could totally make a case. Where’s your computer? I bet I could get one of your powerpoints in front of Batman. Reasons why Tim Drake should be Robin, created by Superboy and validated by Young Justice.”

“Is it even my powerpoint if you’re going to take credit on making it?” Tim asks, and Kon waves off the question with one hand.

“Well, we can’t present a biased opinion,” Kon says, “and everyone in Gotham knows Robin’s the coolest, so if it was just from a civilian Batman may not take it seriously.”

Batman may not take it seriously, Tim’s brain repeats to itself, and then Tim has to stop himself from cracking up at the thought of Bruce sitting through a powerpoint on why his current Robin would make a ‘super cool’ Robin.

Presented by Superboy.

“Kon,” he says, unable to hide the laughter in his tone. Of course his friend is trying to joke - what other option is there? That Kon doesn't realise he's Robin? “What are you talking about? I can’t give Batman a presentation on why I should be Robin.”

Kon’s mouth twists in a mulish scowl. “Don’t,” he says, sounding more annoyed than Tim would’ve thought at such a joke, “You’re amazing, Tim. You would make an awesome Robin.”

“I know,” Tim says, and tries to ignore the flip in his stomach at how solemn Kon’s expression is, the way he’s serious about every word. It’s making his face feel hot, that Kon hasn’t immediately dropped the compliments, or paired them with an overly flirtatious wink. “Come on, dude, I get it. What bought this on?”

“It just- it’d be cool to hang out with you at the tower. Or do missions with you,” Kon mumbles and Tim stops entirely.

“Kon,” he says, because before it may have been a weird joke Kon was playing, some sort of ego-boost but he knows Kon well enough to read that expression, and- “Kon, I’m Robin. I can’t get Batman a presentation on why I deserve to have my own position.”

This time it’s Kon’s turn to look shell-shocked. “-what.”

“How did you not know?” Tim asks, feeling pained and also a little bit like a bad friend – had he inadvertently lied about something, made Kon think he and Robin were different people? Was he not clear enough when he’d introduced himself to Conner and Bart and Cassie, that weekend before Jason’s attack on the tower? Did Bart and Cassie also not know? Also, wait, back to his first thought of the day: “Why- why did you think I was helping you plan a break in to Lexcorp?”

“Lex sucks?” Kon says, the words an offering, and Tim squints at him.

“You think a normal civilian would help you commit crime?”

“What! How is this a crime?”

“This is literally breaking and entering! Technically, since I’m Bruce Wayne’s ward, it’d also be considered corporate sabotage.”

“It’s not a crime if the victim sucks,” Kon mutters bitterly, and Tim’s squint gets even more aggressive, brow furrowed.

“Kon. What was your explanation for how I knew you were Superboy?”

Kon shrugs, but his face has steadily been getting more and more closed off as his embarrassment deepens. “Dude, I said you were good at mysteries. I thought you just- figured it out. I wasn’t subtle the first time we met.”

“You didn’t have a name the first time we met!”

“What? Oh-” Kon says, “no, okay, the first time I met you as a civvy?”

"Huh?" Tim asks, and Kon cocks his head to the side.

"Yeah! Remember, it was the Mudders charity thing, and Superman and I volunteered in civvies but that girl got stuck in the mud pits so after I went to get her out you helped me hose off and said 'good job Superboy', and then I freaked out and you laughed at me."

"What," says Tim. He does remember that, but there's a key difference between his memory and Kon's- "you were in civvies?"

"Why did you think I kept showing up here as Superboy!" Kon says, this time his turn for exasperation.

"Because I told you my identity?!"

"You said your name was Alvin Draper! You wore contacts!"

"You have x-ray vision! I live with Batman!"

"Tim!" Kon yells, and it's not entirely angry but Kon's suddenly in his face, his hands wrapped around Tim's biceps. "Tim I didn't know! I just thought you were my cool civvy friend who figured out my identity while I was covered in mud and- and-"

Kon's suddenly beaming, and Tim has whiplash.

"Hi, Robin," Kon says, so soft that Tim's heart crawls up his throat with sticky fingers, his face burning. Is there a connection, between the blood rushing to his cheeks, and the migration of his pulse? He knows there's a connection between Kon's palms on his skin and the movement of his heart, at least, but this is-

"Yeah?" he says, and Kon's grin gets bigger.

"I am never ever letting you forget this."

#pre slash ish timkon? #timkon #batfam #identity shenanigans! #snippets #inspired by art of tim sitting LITERCHERALLY at the bat computer and kon being like #🥺 man you'd make a good robin #and tim being like. um excuse me. #anyway the ending is kinda F!!! :) but i wrote thing <3 #also dont @ me i know this isnt canon ok #im SLOW. and BAD at old comics #im TRYING

[twinkodium]

Your opinion on: F1 hands 👀 make a list

Finally, here I am answering this ask.

@merclaren was nice enough to send me cropped out pics of drivers’ hands so I can rate them blindly. Let me tell you, I was not happy with some of the results (Oscar, Charles, George & Lando weren’t included I’m way too familiar with theirs 🤭 and they’re in the top 6 anyways).

Disclaimer: this is only my opinion and preference, you can disagree and have a different order. We’re not the same. Tried to be less biased but well, my top 3 gotta be in that order 🫣

21. Nico Hulkenberg - 6/10

Insanely long fingers threw me off, weird looking I dunno.

20. Esteban Ocon - 6/10

Way too boney, I rated him 9 at first but came to my senses. Pretty similar to Hulkenberg’s.

19. Fernando Alonso - 6/10

Grandpa hands 😭

18. Yuki Tsunoda - 6/10

Grandpa hands 2.0 😭 I’m sorry, they’re so tiny 😭

17. Kevin Magnussen - 6/10

Miniature hands, very cute but not my type hence the rating.

16. Valtteri Bottas - 7/10

The way I was confused of who the hell this is was comical 😂 fingers are too thick and pretty small hands too.

15. Logan Sargeant - 7/10

Fingers and nails weird me out dunno why.

14. Lance Stroll - 7/10

My dear friend threatened to block me when I thought this was Lando 😂 pretty similar but not the same.

13. Carlos Sainz - 8/10

Old looking hand, just realised it now but actually a nice one.

12. Lewis Hamilton - 8,5/10

Couldn’t hide that fact who it is. The very pink finger nails weirded me out on the other pic she sent me. Plus I love tattoos, but it’s a little too much on the hands.

11. Pierre Gasly - 9/10

Jumping off the window right fucking now 😭 nice hands but for what? 😅

10. Max Verstappen - 9/10

Sorry Imaani, not bad but I’ll leave him to you 🤭

9. Sergio Perez - 9/10

I take no responsibilities 😭 why does he have great looking hands?? 😅

8. Liam Lawson - 9/10

Should’ve been higher up but the bitten nails are not sexy at all 😭 stop doing that boyo 😩

7. Zhou Guanyu - 9/10

Listen!!! I’ve noticed his hands a while ago and was extremely surprised! In a good way 🤯

6. George Russell - 9/10

Uhhggg he’s not in a top 5, I’ll die a slow death. It was nice to know you all 🙈 I couldn’t put him higher up tbh. Pretty big ones but longish fingers, too much veins for such boney hands 😭

5. Alex Albon - 9/10

My bestie! I didn’t know he has hands like this?? IM INTERESTING and deffo need to keep my eyes open from now on 👀

4. Daniel Ricciardo - 9,5/10

Yes, Danny has one of the nicest hands on the grid actually! Only fourth because of the nails 😭 but would be an easy top 3. Plus I’m in love with his hand tattoos. Not too much, just the right amount and greet placement.

3. Lando Norris - 9,5/10

I couldn’t included more pics 😭 but damn, his big hands always make me look twice 😩

2. Charles Leclerc - 9,7/10

Yeah well 🫣 you can’t tell me otherwise, pretty impressive veins going on and just generally attractive hands 🥵 with moles and rings 🤯 ALMOST BEAT OSCAR NGL!

1. Oscar Piastri - 9,98/10

Yes you guess it, it has to be him on first place 😩 might be a little biased but no one can deny that his hands aren’t one of the nicest ones 🫣 enough amount of veins, not too long fingers but on the thin side and MOLES! Don’t let me start on how many he has just on his hands 😭 couldn’t give him a 10 because of his long nails. Those bitches need to be trimmed 😐 (even if M and I are convinced they could be useful in some situation 😏)

#asks #anon #hand ranking #I’ll not put this in any drivers tags I’d start a ww😂

[shiny-miltank]

why hello old friends, you’ve found me once again (it wasn’t a secret really lol). to start off myello. sorry for disappearing off the Mewcrew blog. It gets all kinda wordy so it’s under a readmore.

Long story short I suffered from a mental Illinois(tm) spiral of depression, work exhaustion, undiagnosed/untreated adhd and big time imposter syndrome + burnout. Zoom into today I’ve been in therapy for my big time sads with some new perspectives and management, got some adhd meds, my job quit on me (long story) so now I’m slinging it freelance artist style and seeing how it goes, and back with family cause living alone was expensive and very Not Good for my brain it turned out. Still working on new changes and learning about the anxious smorgasbord up in the head.

Now there’s still no guarantee? That Mewcrew stuff is going to come back in full force like it did. Im still trying to like it again cause I do miss them. It took a long time and effort just to draw them for the wips I got going in the bg after like the three years leaving. Tbh the blog became something I didn’t want and instead of casual, low effort, funny not serious Just Roomates on misadventures in a pink void comic it became long hours of planning and plotting and rendering and feeling it wasn’t enough with my nasty soup of brain ick continuing to make me feel bad for not keeping up with a constant pace and comparing my work to the artists around me (again it was my brain funguses making reality hard-no one else. The artists around me back then were legit the nicest peeps around-still are). I’m also still really nervous and anxious around big communities that seemed to have sprung up HELLO ALL OF YOU LOL. I remember when it was just three of us xD And I still have to sit with my imposter syndrome and understanding I have things to offer that people do want to see and to stop anxieties from comparing my work to others.

So for now if I am posting Mewcrew stuff it’s mostly going to be here on my main from now on and not an individual blog (me figuring it’s just a lot of effort to keep up with so many blogs and logins, I think any new project or direction I go is just gonna be slapped on my main from now on. The less effort the better for my energy.). It’ll be sporadic and in a much different direction that was more akin to what I wanted it to be and much more casual comedy (or my flat sense of humor-I’ll laugh at knock knock jokes fr) slice of life with very little, even parody “plot”. And most of it until im comfortable with releasing complete mewcrew/mewtwo content will be on my patreon with again spurts of it here on tumblr and on my other socials. And if any of you come into my inbox saying I’m paywalling my own content AGAIN I will come for your kneecaps no joke you are NOT entitled to my work ESPECIALLY when this is now my main form of income. Anything on my patreon is /extra/ and early works and for peeps who choose to/want to and or capable of supporting me. That was literally the final straw that made me take a step out way back then: there’s still somebody behind the screen please remember that. This is just for my anxieties and getting comfortable with my characters again at a slow pace👍 I do miss everyone I use to interact with and want to be part of the bigger community here that’s sprouted up. Just gotta walk slowly with my social anxiety and other things first.

Thanks for reading and choosing to stick around if you do!

#lechetxt #lots of brain soup problems here #but hello again pals 👋 it’s been awhile! #and hello to new folks 👍

[enden-k]

I sometimes forget that you draw them at different stages of their relationship (which I really like!!!) and they're not always mutually pining so I'm on my day off, very slow to process things and my brain was ??? for a hot second with the last comic, jealous Alhaitham and oblivious Kaveh are both very cute!!!💖😭

oh yea sorry for confusion lmfaoooo

anw yes its right, their relationship is not always at the same stage in my doodles (but the feelings are always mutual bc i need them to be 🥹) but my favorite thing to explore is either early stage (bc im obsessed with haitham being so down bad for oblivious kaveh) for mutual pining kvthm, or its established already bc im soft for domestic comfy married old couple lmfao

anw thanku !

#reply

[grilledpook]

fame au lore dump wheee

ive been planning it alot and the au is no where near done, but i want to show you guys what we have right now. i say we because im considering it a collab between me, @/bonnieiscool (using his oc (there'll be more), and story planning) and @/bugwz (making refsheets)!!

a few CWs right out the gate: this au covers some very heavy subjects, such as toxic relationships, substance abuse, self-destruction, and, well, death.

so here's the rundown and some sketches:

over a decade ago, edd, matt, tom and tord formed a sludge metal band, having developed a slow, melancholy but powerfully gritty style. their band name has changed many times since the inception, but they now go by the sludgecans. the group was gaining success on an upward trajectory and for a while, it was great! but then, a very public freak accident took the life of tord, the band's drummer. from then, their fall from grace was a slow, painful downward spiral.

currently, edd, matt, and tom are living in a 4-bedroom apartment building with hopes of finding a permanent 4th member, but the candidates never stick around too long. they deal with what you'd expect of washed up celebrities: rumors, extremely mixed receptions at whatever gigs they can get, and so much invasive media coverage.

most people don't like the bandmates, they just dabble in their music or tolerate them in whatever shoddy gigs they can still get. however, their most loyal fans say that the strife they've gone through as a band adds to their truly unique sound. "there's nothing else like it."

edd has the stage name podge, as a reference to the fact he's the glue barely holding the group together. he refuses to acknowledge this band isn't healthy for any of them anymore, the jam sessions they had as teens are long gone. he keeps things together by simply hoping the glaring problems will go away, obviously a terrible mindset. he cares about his friends but his actions absolutely don't show it. he can't bear to see them break up.

tom (aka checkers, which he hates,) is really not doing well. he deals with his demons in really bad ways (like turning to smirnoff and locking himself in his room.) it doesn't help that gossip journalists won't stop coming around to ask him about his thoughts on matt's hookups... it really nails it in for him. he's in an endless cycle of breaking up, crying it out and crawling back to matt.

matt, who goes by rose matte as a stage name, plays into the vampire thing a lot with his tats and outfits. his family was well off so he's into the finer things in life. he's terrified of commitment, once he gets into a serious relationship he doesn't like the idea that he wouldn't be able to keep his options open anymore, and yet he's in an on again off again relationship with tom. it is quickly apparent that he's incredibly toxic.

oh boy, tord...

i don't have a stage name for him yet, but he was the 4th member until he was crushed by a stage light at a live performance. he and edd had feelings for one another, but didn't get together while tord was alive. edd has a lot of regrets now, often speaking to tord while he's alone as if he's there. these would also be the only moments where edd sheds his optimistic front.

don't worry, ringo doesn't get the angst treatment. she's an old girl but she's still there, usually hanging out with edd since tom isolates himself and she doesn't like matt.

now here's a character specifically for this au: susan. she's tom's ex, former bandmate, and the namesake of his bass. they've both moved on from the band they got their start in, though she felt bad about the fact the sludgecans have comparatively fallen on hard times.

she'll play a major role in the story, coming back to help the band members work through their issues and find some joy in their lives again. especially tom, since he has many more demons now than when they were dating.

there's still alot more for me to do, references to be made, stories to finish planning, and eventually the comic to draw.

#eddsworld #eddsworld au #eddsworld fame au #toxic relationship #substance abuse #death mention

[toonilumi]

I’m not an ominous gray figure in your ask box by will, my friends just don’t need to know that I am publicly BEGGING for fun facts about Nowhere Train. Lumibing old chap I am pleading for the knowledge.

well colorful text anon, i can provide the best of my abilities! Kind of. maybe i can talk about my general thought process with nowhere train instead.

So i've been in a bit of a slump regarding it, but I think I'm finally pulling myself out. See, my Toontown fixation has refused to let me enjoy much else besides it, so a LOT of my OC projects got thrown on the backburner. Its part of the reason I fell off of the splash arts (that and general lack of motivation...). NWT was also in a bad spot of me feeling really really insecure about it.

I... know we're all going through multiverse burnout, so i became really worried about me potentially perpetuating that cycle when i didnt mean to. But I watched Cartoonshi's video about the thing and realized... oh i was just overreacting. That, and I finally got around to finalizing some much needed redesigns. The main 4 just need to be digitized and they'll be done. I wanna touch up Polaris, Henundher, Backenforth, Cozimo, and Stealer so theyre still a WIP (polaris and stealer are very close to being done though).

Coming into the new year I want to actually... do Stuff with them. Now that ive made peace with the fact Im not required to do lunium/"danganmon" content I feel much more free. Unfortunately I must reiterate they are also on the backburner compared to anything Toontown related, so it will be a slow start.

I stated a while ago Id love for it to be animated someday, which is true! But I understand that is... a long time away if it comes at all. Could we expect a comic at some point? Maybe, I've certainly honed my skills regarding the craft. I'd really prefer to start small though (even though I... have mostly worked with small one shot comics, I wanna build to something bigger, ya feel?). Whatever happens... happens I suppose.

I also want to... find meaning in the NWT cast. Various DGM incidents have lead to me feeling detached from my own characters, and I'm only like... JUST recovering from that. Its a hard balance to strike! You want to care enough that they mean something to you, but not too much that attacks against them become personal. This of course could just be because of my interests right now, but you never know.

Anyways, I think I've gone on long enough. This probably isn't what you asked for but it was kind of a vague question! No hate though, I love talking sometimes.

#not lumi art

[antiloreolympus]

10 Anti LO Asks

(Note: All of these asks are before episode 206 (Season 2 finale) so some may be dated.) 1. I can't even trustt this "cute" moment between zeus and artemis bc rachel is just way too anti zeus and too big of a fan of "twist" villains that I just have the feeling she's going to use this as a stepping stone to set up artemis the next villain because idk she doesnt like hades still and be like oh what BETRAYAL of persephone! now both of the twins should be punished now! or w/e.

2. It's not just that a time skip is lazy and out of place, if you're just going to flashback to explain what happened anyway, then don't do a time skip? Just show the progression as you already have done? Why skip ahead only to jump back? She's basically trying to do too many things at once and none of it is done well.

3. the wild part to me is has rachel ACTUALLY read the old texts? because they're way more progressive than her work. demeter's hymn praised her and persephone while calling out the abuse of men, women like aphrodite (who has a ton of sex with many partners) or artemis who didnt have sex were all held to high respect and never shamed for their choices, and stories like the odyssey/Iliad explicitly called out slavery, yet rachel is here in 2022 being ore conservative than men from 800 BC. like???

4. A time skip in LO isn’t a bad idea in and of itself. We’ve been complaining about RS’s slow pacing for years and she’s finally taking a different approach, which is good! The only problem is that her execution of the time skip ends up leaving out integral and interesting details about how the characters’ relationships with each other have changed in the decade since we’ve seen them. I was looking forwards to Minthe and Perse reconciliation arc but we don’t even know how they grew to that point

5. I love the her current look is a "turn off" line tho bc it's both persephone being aware hades is a gross old man who only dates under 25 years olds but doesnt seem to linger on this realization (P is legit so stupid) but also that rachel has zero self awareness that shes not a very good artist bc persephone still looks exactly the same despite being ten years older. like rachel will just say whatever lie she thinks up despite direct contradiction in comic and be like wow im such a good writer

6. Out of all things wrong with LO, I don't think I mind the switch from serious to silly in the mid-season premiere chapter? The part where Zeus gets threatened with ConSEqueNCEs for punishing Persephone is dumb as hell, but the transition to her speaking to the screen like she's talking to the audience before revealing something ridiculous is a tried and tested way of moving to a new scene, so I kinda like it. It's marred by her talk of pierced ears and green hands, but it's not bad.

7. How did you get into  Lore Olympus  in  the first place?

From OP: I found LO after seeing a lot of ads for it. I already knew of its existence but decided to try it because why not (I think I got into it around episode 70ish). I was obsessed with it, not solely because of the romance but because of the art. However, I started to question a lot of the stuff in the story and looked through youtube and tumblr to see if I was the only one feeling this way. Surprise surprise, I wasn’t and now I’m here lol.

8. I'm confused with the whole Artemis being called protector of women. You'd think she would do something to earn that title, but all she did was ask to be with Persephone in the mortal realm? It makes zero sense.

9. I know changing your physical appearance is sometimes an external sign that a change is going on internally but... did RS really have Persephone pierce her ears as the ONLY sign of her taking her life into her hands? I don't mind it as a heavy-handed metaphor but girl has done the bare minimum in ten years (a punishment she was happy with until they actually sentenced her with it) and you're telling me it's #girlboss because she pierced her ears???

10. What's so annoying about the timeskip too is it's not just lazy, it makes the last FOUR YEARS be for nothing. HxP relationship is exactly the same and their characterization is stagnant, big deals like Leto and Kronos are just swept to the side, Eros and Psyche was dropped I guess? Minthe and Daphne is resolved off scrteen, and the now the actual myth is supposed to start after FOUR YEARS of nothing happening? It's just a waste of everyone's time, but Rachel gets rich off of it at least 🤨

#anti lo #anti lore olympus #lore olympus critical #lo critical

[satans-left-asscheeky]

uh- Fo4 companions if Child Sole accidentally called them mom/dad? Idk I just found this and it’s perfect fuel for my hyperfixation

This is the adorable fluff I live for. Feel like this might as well be my motto at this point, but sorry this took so long 🤷🤷🤷

"Hey mom/dad come quick you gotta check this out!"

Maccready

"Wha-"

Before he could finish his confused sentence the kid jumped out from behind a shelf holding a pristine copy of grognak.

"I know you like comics too so I thought you'd like this Da- Maccready..."

Before the kid could beat themselves up for slipping up for a second time maccready would scoop them up in his arms and tell them how proud he is and how he's so glad to be their Dad. That is until the young sole started yelling at him that he was gonna totally crumple the comic by being all huggy and sappy. Ah how he loved being a dad... their dad

Hancock

Hancock would groggily make his way out of his comfy bed at the state house and into the living area to find the kid wearing his hat on their head.

"Of the people for the people"

The kid pointed to the ceiling well standing on their tippy toes trying to make themselves look bigger and Hancock thought it was absolutely adorable.

"Well looky at what we have he- Wait a minute did you call me dad earlier?"

"What!? No i never did that you must be hearing things old man.... Nice hat though think i might keep it. Bye!"

The kid would then promptly take off with his hat bolting down the stairs leaving Hancock to chase after them.... It was way to damn early for this and he was way to damn sober, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't love the little rascal. Even if they are just way to much like him

Cait

The fuck did the kid just say? mom her? how much psycho did she take last night? Her ears surely had to be playing tricks on her. Still she finished made her way into the goodneighbor alley the kid bad disappeared to earlier to find them standing there arms crossed

"whacha need pip squeak?"

"Cait check it out I learned how go punch!!!"

before Cait could fully react she had a fist flying towards her face and smacking her in the jaw. God she needed to stop taking psycho her reaction time had gone straight to shit

"What the fuck!?"

"You were supposed to block! Im so sorry!!! are you okay!?

"Ya can't just go around punching people!"

Beyond a nasty new bruise and a long talk about why suddenly punching people who A. weren't expecting it and B. didn't deserve it was bad, nothing would really change between them and the slip up would be forgotten in favor of fighting etiquette with Cait 101

Danse

Him and the kid had been exploring an abandoned warehouse for the bos when he heard the words that about made his heart stop. Dad? The kid sees him as a father figure?

"Come quick slow poke you gotta see this!!!!"

The kid repeated bringing Danses head back down to earth and his heart back from his feet to his chest. Only for his heart to plummet again apon seeing the kid holding a mini nuke with a huge smile on their face

"Scribe what are you doing put that down immediately!!!!"

"But it's for the brotherhood....."

once they had put it down he'd take them by the arm and practically pull them the rest if the way back to the prydwen completely forgetting about what they had called him I'm favor of their safety.

Curie

Did the kid really just call her mom? her heart felt all warm and fuzzy for some reason apon hearing this and she couldn't help but smile.

"Here mom I found this and I thought yku might like it"

The kid handed Curie a beautiful flower they had picked up somewhere along their trip.

"Why thank you! It is so beautiful I shall cherish it always!"

Curie wouldn't really feel the need to comment apon her new title choosing rather to take the kid in her arms and hug them. Emotions may be confusing, but this? this she could get used to.

Deacon

apon hearing the words his heart abruptly stopped and time froze. Did they just call him dad? what was happening? His thoughts were interrupted when the kid in question rounded the corner of hq wearing their own pair of shades and a wig.

"Whacha think!?"

he couldn't help but smirk at the way the kids whole face lit up with excitement

"I think if I'm not careful somebody's gonna steal my job huh? Now all we gotta do is teach you the ins and outs of annoying carington and I think I can retire."

He'd think about the weight of the accidental slip up later for now he was more than content pretending nothing happened. Not because he didn't already love the kid, because hell, he already acted like a parent to them, but because he didn't feel worthy of this ball of pure joy and innocence in front of him.

Piper

She'd immediately go to sole worried something was wrong, onky.to find them holding up a nuka cola quantum.

"Hey! I found a quantum thought you might wanna share it?"

"Sure thing kiddo.... but uh... one thing first... did you uh.. call me mom earlier?"

She'd fight through the awkwardness because curiosity was her Achilles heel and she could never just let something be.

"Oh! Uh... I think I might have by accident... Sorry..."

"It's um... it's okay I just..." God this was awkard "I thought I might have misheard you is all... it's alright though."

in favor of trying to change the topic shed take a huge swig of the nuka quantam only for it to go down the wrong tube leaving her a choking mess and sole laughung their ass off. and just like that she single handedly made the situation awkward enough the kid would never call her mom again and she would never bring it up.....

Nick

He'd turn his head around questioningly. Dad? surely the kid just messed up because there's no way the could see a bucket if bolts like him as their dad, right?

"Look dad I drew a picture of you!"

They say wearing the biggest grin his ever seen.

"Do you like it?"

This was the only time he'd ever been thankful that the institute had decided to make him. He'd thank his lucky stars and take the kid into his arms.

"I love it. You'll have to show Piper, with a talent like thay you could illustrate that paper of hers huh kid? to bad I didn't have you around before the bombs you would've made a spectacular police sketch artist."

His whole life, well whole life after the bombs thay is he'd wondered what the hell was actually his and not the poor bastard he was modeled after's, and well he'd found it. Even if this kid was the only thing he ever had thay ass truly his it was more than enough and if filled him with the purpose he'd craved since trashed by the institute.

Preston

"Dad! help come here fast!"

He'd hear their little terrified voice ring out in the middle of the night. Without thinking he'd run out of whatever house he was calling home and into the street to see little sole running from a group of super mutans. Rushing in he'd take them in his arms, barely dodging the swing of the nearsest mutans wooden board, and hed sprint towards the old root cellar he knew was at the edge of sanctuary. he'd hear explosions and the whirling sound of the turets firing, but he wouldn't look back not until he reached the cellar and he knew sole would be sfe. Swiftly putting sole down on the ground so that they could climb down the ladder and following them himself he'd seel it shut and take them back in his arms once they were safely down there. it's only then he'd notice the tears in their eyes.

"I can't lose you dad, not like what happened in the vault, not again."

they'd cry into his shoulder and it make his hear hurt and fill him with rage. Why couldn't he ever just be safe why couldn't he keep the people he lived safe? why was the universe always out to get him like this. No he could lose everything, but he'd be damned if anything ever happened to them

"I'm not going anywhere, it'll take a lot more then mutans to make me leave you. We're just gonna stay down here until Sturges and the others deal with it okay? it's gonna be alright. We're gonna be alright"

He meant it to. Everything was gonna be alright, because he didn't know what he'd do if it wasn't.

X6-88

"Are you feeling alright young sir/ma'am?"

He would go stiff as a board when he heard what the kid said and had processed that no his hearing was still intact and that's indeed what the kid said. If the kid reiterated and was still calling him over he'd walk up to them mole rat in arms and suddenly forget about what he was called in favor of trying to figure out what the hell was happening.

"Sole what is that?"

"It's a mole rat!"

the kid would flash him a toothy grin and frantically ask him if they could keep it promising to feed, water and walk it and even throwing in name suggestions....this kid was gonna be the death of him

#fallout #fallout 4 #fo4 companions #fallout 4 companions #maccready #paladin danse #deacon #hancock #john hancock #cait fo4 #cait fallout 4 #fallout piper #piper wright #preston garvy #fo4 preston #fo4 nick valentine #nick valentine #fo4 x6 88 #x6 88 #rj maccready #robert joseph maccready

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Solangelo headcanon (ft. some Apollo cabin contents)

Will nagged his siblings and Nico about unhealthy food but he makes the best unhealthy food. His specialty is Nashville hot fried chicken and chili cheese fries. Whenever Nico craves for something to eat, he asked Will to cook for him. And despite Will mother henning Nico, he always puts extra sauce in it.

Nico often helps Will with the infirmary. At the end of the day, Will gives him cheesy and funny stickers, or some kit kat bars and vitamin C.

Nico keeps every single one of them stickers and stick it on his friend's gifts, like Annabeth's books, Percy's fancy blue pen, Gover's "SAVE THE NATURE" shirt, Hazel's cards box, Jason Frank and Reyna's BIG bottle of seashells and cute small things they sometimes collected together, Piper and Leo's huge treasure-like box with cool Rachel's drawings, where he contained all of the precious things from above, which comforted and reminded him about his friend's presence.

Nico has a different box for Will, not because he treats Will differently, of course not, it just cause Will gifted him a LOT of stuff, like, bouquet of paper flowers Will made with his siblings, picture book full of him and Will together or Nico's other friends in their daily life (he cried with every pages flipped, im so sorry), Disney movies, old music discs, romance books, comics, you name it.

Nico definitely had bad days, and it never should've been taken lightly. Like it's very bad, he just woke up and the universe decided to hurt him. He had flash back from wars and battles, panic attacks, nightmares, Bianca's last memories, disturbing thoughts, claustrophobic, paralyzation from the fear, Cupid, in which, all he wanted is talks and hugs. So if that day comes, he will always put a string telephone outside of his cabin's door, waiting.

Will noticed it, it became his daily routine actually. Wakes up, prepares for the day, walks past the Hades cabin, sees if there's something in front of the door, if not, the day starts normally, if yes, well, there's Will. So he looks at the cup, connected with the other one on the other side and understood. Immediately heads out to get Nico's food, talked to Chiron, Mr D, his siblings and back to Nico. He will knock, and the other side will knock back, he will set the food down, grab the cup and willingly talk to Nico until he's ok again. He will never do, but that's alright, because when Nico open the door, crying, Will will always be there, they will hug, eat, hug again and Will staying by his side the rest of the day. Occasionally drags him to the infirmary when emergency comes up or walks somewhere with him when requested.

Nico and Will have movie nights all the time. Usually alone, often with his siblings, friends, rarely with Will's other friends, but mostly alone.

Nico loves Disney movies, he adores it. He gets blushy with romantic scenes, small giggles when funny looking characters and ridiculous lines, sad and teary when he realized something in the middle of the film, furrows his eyebrows when he focuses in the drama. Will watches all of it, fascinated by how expressive Nico is.

Mr D gifted Nico an old record player (ppl like giving him stuff ok, its his love languages too) and he remembered Will had given him some old country and worn out musical discs, so him being happy one day, while cleaning his room, turns the music on and slow dancing to it.

Will loves it when Nico asked him for a dance, nothing fancy like in the movie and stuff. Just, swaying their bodies close to Mr D's record player, holding shoulders, holding hands, soft chuckles, blushing cheeks, tenderness in their eyes, gentleness in their hearts, whispers, only for them to hear, the background music humming old 80s songs, Nico hums with it, not even embarrassed at the slightest, only grateful for everything. Its...Will just, loves it, a lot.

Being with Nico di Angelo is the best gifted anyone could have bestowed onto William Andrew Solace.

Nico always sits with Will and his cabin when there's campfire. He pretends to not like their campfire songs but secretly vibing with it and unfortunately, they knows so they love Nico even more.

Will having bad days, too. When he overworked himself and getting trauma attacks from all of his patient's injuries, flash-backs to the battle of Manhattan, where people died in his arms, the majority of the Apollo cabin, Will being the head counselor in the middle of chaos, mistook Nico as an angel of death, coming here to bring all of the demigods dead souls away, watched people actually died and eaten and killed and him not being able to do a single thing other than healed Annabeth and the other demigods and the Gaea battle and more dead bodies, now including Romans as well and Will just, couldn't stop it, couldn't be strong. He broke down on that day, drown himself in sleeps and empty dreams. So whenever that happens, he always hang his clean flannel shirt on the bench outside of the cabin, waiting.

And just like Will, Nico will notice him being late for breakfast, see the shirt because Will's flannel shirts always have the unique Will's and make him have that comfy feelings (Nico only wanted to oh so dam much cuddle in it). Nico will signal his siblings and they will nod, signal back, he will walk over to the bench, take the shirt, wear it and casually walk into the Apollo cabin. Nico will go bare footed to Will's bed, flop down, hug him, and he will know that's Nico and he will turn, look at him, smile, cry and burry himself deep in Nico's wamth. Minutes later, his siblings will bring food, joining in the comfort, biggest group hugs, biggest hearts. It didn't make him forget all about the bad stuffs and dead people, no, but that's ok, that's alright, because right now, he's with his most beloved family and that's matter to him. It always does.

When Nico's friends left the Camp Half-blood in separated ways, he spends most of his time with the Apollo cabin, he may not admit it, but he loves them as if they were his family. There will be always musical yelling, cries in saxophone, laughs in violin, judges in guitar, angry in ukulele and Will with his sibling's haikus, but, that's what Nico signed up for.

Nico and the Apollo cabin having some mini concerts. They go absolutely bonkers when Nico plays the kazoo. Will loves it when Nico cringed at the Rick Rolls.

They build pillow fortress! And sleep together. The siblings always wake up first just to giggle at Will and Nico hugging each other like their life depends on it.

Will and Nico made friendship bracelets for each other, their wrists have 3-5 bracelets on them. Nico's the neat and arty braids one with accessories, Will's the too difficult and pro-DIY one with special good luck knots. Lots of colors, but one just has yellow, butter, honey, sky blue, lapis strings with square beads say 'Will' and one black, then rainbow strings with square beads say 'Nico'.

#solangelo #pjo #will solace #nico di angelo #percy jackson and the heroes of olympus #percy jackson #annabeth chase #jason grace #piper mclean #reyna avila ramirez arellano #hazel levesque #frank zhang #leo valdez #apollo #solangelo headcanon #nico di angelo headcanon #will solace headcanon #fluff #apollo cabin #happy new year #im dropping this beloved headcanon here #its a lil long but its solangelo so its fine #HAPPY 2022 GUYS #gods i had homeworks and school almost starts i have nothing in my head #but have wholesome gay boys here in your life #be known that mental healths and traumas cant be fix with relationships #so when i said that they had bad days #they had bad days #but they will always be there for each other #not with the intention to fix the opposite no WITH the intention to talk listen be there for the opposite

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I wonder how Zeke would react to you being pregnant, would he be absolutely delighted or would just go IM FINNA WHIP DIS HOE 🏃🏃🏎🏎💨💨

Baby - Zeke Jaeger x Reader

warnings: pregnancy, pregnancy sickness, I don’t know the ins and outs of pregnancy but google is my friend- just know I’m unreliable. Angsty, fluffy, SMUT Minors DNI. Pubes? Oversenstivity, creampie. Zeke is sweet. 

word count: 4k

note: OMGG HAHAH I can see this going a few ways tbh. also accidentally wrote a fic again :) hehe. It’s Zeke, I cant help it. this started informally so its like a drabble fic hybrid baby which is fitting hehe

He’ll either be like “Well I did say I’d stuff you with my babies so...” and he’ll accept his fate as a father. Will be unusually good especially if it’s a little girl because if he has a son he’ll afraid he’ll be like his father. 

Or he’ll give you a look of horror, if you two were protected and this was completely unexpected he’ll be like “...I don’t know if I can do this...” He might run away, but again he doesn’t want to be like his father, eventually, he’ll come back, probably when you start showing because it’s then that he realizes that you’re pregnant with his kid, for real. Will get on his knees and apologize if needed. Give him a wake-up call, “I told you I was pregnant, and you left me alone. You left me alone for almost three months. I had no one and you left.”

You need to accept him a bit, for your sake and for your baby's sake, but that doesn’t mean you won't be mean to him a bit as revenge. Plus, he needs to earn your trust back. 

You let him live in the guest bedroom, whatever routine and life you had before, it’s completely different now. It’s awkward. He’s missed so much, he’s missed the worse of your morning sickness and dizziness (which you still have occasionally just not as bad), and he’s missed getting you weird food combos, he’s missed you, he misses your warmth, he misses talking to you in slow cold mornings, he misses rubbing his beard on your neck and you complaining that it tickles, he should have never set a foot out the door, he knows that now. 

“This is my baby. Not yours, not ours, not unless you prove yourself.” And boy does he. It doesn’t matter if it’s the dead of night and you want food, he’ll get it with sleepy eyes and pajama pants if he needs to. One day he’s venturing out of his bedroom to see your bathroom light on, and he’s going to check, of course he is, because he is worried. You’re leaning over the toilet with your eyes closed, head propped against the wall, a cold rag resting on your thigh to get your temperature down and try to keep you grounded as you throw up. 

You can see how this looks like a bad situation to someone who hasn’t been there for months. Why do they even call it morning sickness when it doesn’t just stick to mornings. So when he slides next to you on the floor with a panicked look in his eyes asking ‘are you okay? is the baby okay? should we go to the hospital?’ it’s a bit irritating but it warms your heart nonetheless. Your head is pounding, you desperately want to sleep but every time you move it makes you a little more nauseous so you can’t even make it to the bed. His hand is on your thigh, it's warm but not uncomfortably warm like your body, and his calloused hands bring you back to reality. “It’s normal,” is the best explanation you can utter out right now. 

He wants to ask what he can do to help, but your eyebrows are scrunched in pain and he doesn’t want to deepen that so he’ll at least try to help. He brings you a pillow to rest your hips on, even though you groan when you move you appreciate it because the tiles began digging into your skin, your pajama shorts do nothing to help you with that but the cold tiles feel nice to an extent. All of Zeke’s knowledge from college and how he took care of his hungover or sick friends is jumbled up because can any of those tips apply here? Whenever your stomach didn’t feel good you’d ask him to fix you peppermint tea and that seemed to help but will the smell bother you? This is the first time he’s felt true panic since- well since you told him you were pregnant, and when he came back to beg for forgiveness. 

You’re still sitting beside the toilet, it’s much more comfortable now with the pillow, and Zeke brought you a fresh wet rag because the old one was starting to warm up to you. There’s shuffling from the kitchen that’s muffled by the walls and he comes back with an armful of things -- it’s almost comical. Your favorite water bottle refilled with bits of ice clinking around, a blue Gatorade bottle, a handful of plain crackers from the back of your cabinet that he must’ve scrambled to find. He runs back one more time to bring a warm mug- which he now realizes probably is the opposite of what you want because it’s warm and it seems like you want to be cold. He looks awkward as he sits on the other side of the toilet, leaning against the tub, like he’s being graded for his performance. He’s just close enough to reach you, just in case, hand caressing your ankle which is more to comfort him than you.

Now you look a little more relaxed. “Uhm...” he clears his throat as he speaks softly, “... I brought you tea, and crackers, water too. And cookies just in case. And Gatorade.” He looks younger now somehow, like when you and him met in college when he first asked you out on a date, nervous and scratching his ear. 

This is the first time you have looked at him so softly since he came back. He does deserve the harshness, he thinks, but seeing the opposite after so long is almost gratifying. “Water sounds nice,” so he hands you the bottle quickly. 

Sitting there almost another hour, you still don’t want to try to get up but Zeke stays and hands you everything you need. Pushes back any hair in the way when you lean to retch into the toilet. The times between each retch get longer, and after forcing yourself to eat a few crackers you feel like you have finally come down to earth, the rag and tiles too cold, the warmth of your bed filled with fluffy blankets tempt you. 

“I think I’m okay now,” you aren’t, but just okay enough to go to bed and try to sleep. Zeke works you up to your feet, slow and steady, staying firm for you to lean on. You catch a glance at yourself in the mirror and it’s almost like a horror movie jumpscare. Red eyes, half-lidded and tired, eye bags more defined and lips chapped. The thought of toothpaste makes you want to throw up again but you have mouthwash that gentle so that’ll do, and the coconut lip balm you rely on has never bothered you. Zeke keeps at least one hand on your hips the whole time, you figure you do look like you are about to fall apart any moment. 

He waddles you to your bed. It looks way different than when he saw it last. More pillows than before, lining the side closest to your bedroom door, his side. Or it was his side. There are more blankets too and a heating pad with a little remote dangling off the bed. He feels like he needs to retch now, guilt chasing up his spine. You’ve dealt with this alone, without him. How many times were you not able to get up off the floor because no one was there to help? The pillows that you lined his side with are taunting him, ‘we had to fill the void you left.’ But it’s just his own voice scolding him. 

There are few things in life he is able to regret, but leaving you was one of the worst mistakes he could have ever made. 

When you finally get comfortable, one leg thrown over the pillow and at least 3 fluffy blankets that he’s tucked over you, the temptation to ask to stay in your room scratches at the back of his head. He won’t ask, not tonight, not right now. He presses a closed-lip kiss to your shoulder that’s barely felt over the blankets. “Holler if you need me, okay?” He can see your breathing is steady and lets out a short laugh, you must have been exhausted. He’ll pour out the tea you didn’t drink, and make sure to get some more crackers on the grocery list.

/ / : 

Slowly, he’s earning your trust. It’s been a month since he’s come back and now the atmosphere is more comfortable. Not romanticly domestic like he so desperately wants it to be again, but he can’t complain about progress. 

He hasn’t been allowed to touch your belly, or even see it really because you are wearing the biggest clothes you can find. This is a rare moment where he gets to see you in tighter clothing because you feel too warm, and he gets to see your belly. It’s a cute bump, stretching out the tanktop you are wearing, he can see the dip/pop of your belly button through it, and you’ve refused to wear bras ever since your breasts started to feel too sensitive. Zeke didn’t expect to find this so... to put it in simple terms, hot. 

Your nipples are poking through, breasts heavy, and the realization that he pumped you full with his kid and claimed you completely runs straight to his cock. He shouldn’t be this horny right now, especially when you are complaining about being too hot while laying on the couch with your feet propped up, shorts doing nothing to cover you, especially when he can see that you are not wearing underwear and slightly wet. Can you really blame him? You are hot, he loves you, and he’s been pent up ever since he came back and even before because his hand doesn’t cut it. 

When he leans to give you a cup of ice water he knows you can see his hard-on through his pajama pants, it’s not like he’s trying to hide it. “Are you seriously horny right now?” You don’t really mean to say it like you are offended, you’re just surprised, and curious, because what the hell is going through his head right now? He’s a little startled because of your straightforwardness but he is nothing if not shameless when it comes to this type of scenario. How do you think you got pregnant in the first place? 

“Yes, because a beautiful woman is laying right there with her legs propped up so I can see her cunt -- which is wet by the way -- and her tits, well, she might as well be shirtless and-” He takes his hand to run up your knee, “-she has my cute kid sitting in her belly right now. You are kind of irresistible you know?” 

That’s really embarrassing, sure it felt airy but you didn’t know he could see. You can feel your cunt gush -- curse pregnancy horniness -- as you look up to him from where your head is resting against a pillow. You could risk it... You can satisfy yourself sure, the few toys you have resting under the bathroom sink but you know that the best experience, the most satisfying one, would be with Zeke. At least you tell yourself that's the reason, really you miss him, you miss him loving on you like you’re the only person in the universe and his warm touches, you miss him fucking you brainless. You don’t think he’ll leave again at this point, he’s too far in, going to doctor's appointments with you and living with you, and if he tried you might just break one of his legs. So why not? It’s not like he could get you pregnant again-

“If I’m so irresistible, why aren’t you doing anything?” You see him quirk a brow at you, knowing this will change the relationship he’s slowly been earning back. He just meant to embarrass you a bit, see you warm up with his lewd words but actually initiating something is the best outcome. So the hand that’s been lingering on your knee goes down to the juncture of your thigh, brushing up against the bump of your belly. It has you sucking in a breath, you are so sensitive, and he loves how responsive you are. 

“As you wish.” He settles himself between your legs on the couch, they spread to accommodate him and he can see more of your cunt peaking out through the shorts. Unless he is mistaken, you have gotten wetter since he last saw it which is sending his blood rushing. Working off your shorts is easy, throwing them somewhere behind him, and he observes for a moment. He hasn’t seen you naked in a long time so he is soaking up every moment like it will be his last. You nudge your ankle to his side, “Don’t stare,” you say in an airy voice he hasn’t heard in a long time. There’s a patch of hair contouring your cunt, being dampened by your slick. You don’t care if he doesn’t like hair or not, you are pregnant and he should be thankful he’s even between your legs right now. Still, a nagging in the back of your head is making you a little self-conscious, but that is slowly being overridden by desire. He takes your offending ankle and rubs circles in it, it’s to keep you in place, a sense of dominance with a soft undertone. His other hand goes to take a few fingers to spread open your cunt, “I’m sorry, I like to stare at things that are beautiful, it’s how I was made.” That doesn’t even sound like an apology, too light-hearted and snaked with lust. Scolding him sounds like a good option but you can’t bring yourself to. You are just too sensitive, his hand isn’t even rubbing at your sweet spots but it still feels so good. 

His stare on your nethers finally lets up, bringing both of his hands to trail up your belly, rubbing the bump of your growing baby. His baby, that he put in you. He bends over your belly to kiss it through your top, slowly riding it up so he can kiss the skin. It’s too soft, too comforting. You want to cry because this is what you have wanted this whole time since you found out you were pregnant. You wanted him to be sweet, fawn over you, and kiss your belly, and love your kid as much as he claimed to love you. There are so many things left unspoken, so many things to talk over that you both haven’t gotten to. You card fingers through his blonde hair, it’s just as soft as you last felt it, though you know he’s been using stupid low-quality shampoo because he can’t steal yours anymore. He looks up at you, giving you a much too sweet smile before settling his glasses on the coffee table.

He whips off his shirt to stay at least equal exposed as you, you’ve always complained about how it’s unfair. What’s really unfair, he thinks, is how hot you look laid out for him. The roughness of his hands contrasts the softness of your skin, the pudge of your thighs, the slowly appearing stretch marks on your belly, the softness of the edge of your breast he can feel teasing the edge of his hand as he adventures your body. Even your little moans are soft like silk running across his skin every time you breathe one out from his touches. Pulling your tank top over your breasts, he stares again. He really has missed a lot, your breasts look a little different, just a bit bigger, and your nipples swollen a bit with sensitivity, perked and begging for his attention. 

So he caves, pressing his fingertips into the flesh of your breasts making you gasp because of the tenderness. The pads of his thumb circling around your areola before thumbing roughly over your nipple. They’re so cute, so responsive, Zeke loves it. He kisses your belly one more time and adjusts himself closer to you, pajama pants brushing against the swell of your ass, and leans so he can lap at your chest. His tongue feels almost prickly like a cat because of how sensitive you are, it hurts but it doesn’t hurt at the same as he tongues your nipple into his mouth and sucks hard, teeth teasing your nipple just a bit. It causes you to jolt and moan, digging your fingers into his hair as he continues to press kisses into your chest. You can feel his chest vibrate with a salacious giggle, his sadistic tendencies tend to slip out like this, and seeing you jolt and knowing your cunt must be absolutely drenched makes him all too prideful.

“Zeke, that’s enough-” He’s sucking the skin of your breasts hard so it'll leave bruises when he’s done. One of his hands presses gently into your belly, “Soon I won’t be able to do this as much. Let me have my fun.” All the implications send your blood rushing to your head as you throw it back into the pillow. He sucks a few more bruising hickeys to the underside of your breasts before pulling back, leaving a bite at your nipple. 

He’s too needy to even work his pants off completely, doesn’t even bother with his socks. He was right, your cunt is drenched and leaking slick so much, sticking to the hair that's there, it’s almost running to your ass. “Fuck, you’re so fucking-” he can’t even find the words to describe you right now. Beautiful, divine, ethereal, are a few words that come close to describing you. So he just presses a kiss into your knee before settling his cock near your clenching hole. 

“You’re okay with this?” There’s so much kindness in his voice, seeping into your skin. You know this is your chance to pull back, to continue the steady incline of your relationship with him instead of this jump. You don’t know if it’s your horny brain taking over or your logical side agreeing with it but, you want this.

“Zeke, if you don’t fuck me I’ll probably cry.” Maybe that wasn’t the best response to this situation, you realize, but you’ve long passed the point of being embarrassed for this. He lets out a rough laugh at your response, pressing his thumbs into the juncture of your thigh and hips. Before he does anything he wrestles a pillow from beneath the couch to sit under your hips, making you wiggle until you are comfy. 

“We can’t have that, now can we?” It’s mocking but filled with affection. He glides his cock over your slick cunt to wet it a bit before prodding at your hole, sliding ina bit slowly to let you adjust. “Shit-” It feels completely different -- puffy, your insides are swollen and plush, caging his cock in an enticing vice. 

His fingers are digging into your thighs as he holds his cock, pushing in until he reaches the base. Your nails are clasped to his bicep and you swear your eyes roll back from the pressure of his cock inside you. Stretches your walls to the max, pushing against all the soft ridges of your cunt. 

“‘S too much-” He’s barely even moved since he’s been inside you and you’re already complaining? With your slurred words? Cute. 

“You can handle it, can’t you?” He shouldn’t be mean, but this isn’t really mean, is it? Rocking his hips into yours, making sure the pillow propping up your hips stays in place, there are tears rimming your lashes from pleasure and little whines being pushed out of you from the force of his thrusts. You can’t even respond with words, he’s too deep and it feels too good and it’s been too long since experiencing this. You barely even use the dildos you have but he’s bigger, thick around the middle and the tip of his cock hammering into your soft patches that you can never reach, that send you closer to the edge sooner than you think. 

The creaking of the couch echoes off the walls but the slaps of his thighs meeting yours feel much louder, it almost makes you dizzy. Zeke is glad your belly hasn’t gotten bigger otherwise he wouldn’t be able to situate himself on top of you anymore, elbows caging you in, his full-bodied warmth comforting you. You whisper curses into his mouth as he kisses you, still rocking into you, your legs wrapped around the back of his thighs to pull him ever deeper into you. Moans trapped by his lips and his own raspy groans by yours. Arms wrapped around his midsection with you nails digging into his back, your nipples brushing against his chest which is pleasurable in it’s own torturous way.

He can feel your plush cunt clench around him sporadically and your thighs tighten around him. The feeling deep in your belly is about to snap, the tears clinging to your lashes roll down the sides of your face and Zeke makes them disappear with wet kisses and a rough thumb, pushing your chin down to capture your lips with his again. “Gonna cum for me?” There he is again with a cock lilt to his voice that has your cunt quivering around his cock, but you have no room to complain right now. You are sure you’re leaving red streaks down his back now because it feels like every muscle in your body is tightening as you cream around his cock, leaving a translucent ring for him to mess up with a few more well placed thrusts that have him reaching closer to his own orgasm. “Cummin’ so pretty for me- fuck.” You hold him close and continue to constrict your cunt walls around him, his head placed near your neck for him to bite at as he fills you up, a deep rock into you and he stills, plugging his cum inside you. 

Zeke wishes he could lay here forever, your belly between him and you, and him inside you. It’s a comfort in it’s own right, seeing you filled with him, claimed with his kid inside you, ontop of you in borderline possessiveness. There’s things you both need to speak about but right now he can predict you saying you are either hungry or needing a bath, or both. 

After you both catch your breath he leans back, slipping his cock out in the process. It’s picturesque, seeing his seed slip from your cunt and down your ass, sticking in the curls around your cunt in the process, and seeing the previous fruits of his seed growing inside you. He didn’t expect to like it this much but fuck. You look godly, basking in the aftermath of a wonderful orgasm, truly glowing. 

/ / :

“After you have this kid I’m fucking marrying you.” He doesn’t mean to say it but it’s too late to turn back now. Post-ciotal bliss must be fogging up his head.

You give him a wild deshevled look as you prop yourself up on an elbow. “Wha- Zeke what the fuck? Is this your way of trying to propose to me?” 

It hurts that you sound offended but he does deserve that. “No, not yet, we have a lot to do before proposing.” His hands rub over your naked belly as he looks down at you. 

“What does that even mean?” 

“It means I have a lot of time between now and when you have them and I’m taking advantage of every second.” 

You cough out a laugh, “You’re ridiculous. Our baby won’t be able to stand you, I bet.”

You don’t even notice the slip-up but he does -- ours, not my. “Of course, they won’t be able to stand, they’re a baby, they can’t even hold their heads up on their own.” 

The pillow that was behind your head hits his face and he is laughing deep within his chest. You’re complaining about he’s going to evolve into worse and worse dad jokes but ah, if you are godly this must be heaven.

𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔨 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔯𝔢𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤 ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ♡ 

//: 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

#⚠️.pregnancy #❖.zeke jaeger #◆.aot #⚫.filth #⚫.teardrop #⚫.pillow #⚫.writing #zeke jaeger x reader #zeke smut #zeke jaeger smut #I wrote some of this tipsy bear with me #aot x reader #aot smut #aot fanfiction #attack on titan x reader #zeke yaeger x reader smut #zeke yaeger x reader #zeke yaeger smut #zeke yeager x reader #zeke yeager smut #snk x reader #snk fanfiction #snk smut

[barbenheimer-core]

AUDERE EST FACERE !

하나. chanel : part three — 1.2k words

"Where to?"

Startled, Ahyeong looked up to meet Driver Kwon's waiting gaze, blurting out the first thing that came to her mind, "Uhh...same as yesterday."

He nodded in affirmative, pulling the car out of the gates and driving off to their destination, leaving Aheyeong to her thoughts.

Mad. She was going mad. Fatigue was playing with her mind. It had to be.

When Gilyeong had revealed the origins of the book that he'd been reading, Ahyeong had snatched it out of his hands, much to his protests, and all but sprinted out of the house, abandoning her breakfast, and dived into the sleek car waiting outside for her.

She'd asked Driver Kwon to go to the same place as yesterday to confirm it, whether her mind was playing tricks on her or if it really was real.

Surely, it had been nothing but pure coincidence that her brother had said the words she'd uttered herself in a dream, right?

The car started to slow down in speed as it exited the main highway and entered a quaint neighbourhood.

The slowly approaching view of Prince Comics proved her otherwise.

The vehicle, reaching its destination, stopped a little ways away from the entrance of the bookstore.

Driver Kwon looked into the rear-view mirror, only to lay his eyes upon the Song heir staring at the unlit sign of Prince Comics with eyes wide in disbelief, hair askew from when she had shoved herself in the car in a questionable daze.

He frowned. Was she okay? Maybe she wasn't so happy to have moved again so soon.

"Miss," he called out, snapping her out of her trance, "we've arrived."

Yeah, she was aware that they had arrived. She just still couldn't wrap her head around where they had arrived.

Wangja stared blankly into space, vaguely mustering up enough energy to mutter a "welcome" when he heard someone come in. He was definitely not a morning person. Maybe he should've hit the nearest store to get some snacks.

When the person who came in didn't move from the entrance, he raised his eyes, only to meet the jittery figure of Song Ahyeong standing awkwardly in front of his desk with the book he'd given to her clutched tightly between her hands and eyes darting at million different directions at once.

"You're back!" He exclaimed, energy miraculously restored, and rushed forward to engulf her in a massive hug, making her stiffen immediately.

"Didn't think you'd visit so soon, I was dreading the wait," he grinned, pulling away to lead her further into the shop and towards the couches.

She sat down on the sofa by the wall, spine straight as a rod and lips pursed in a thin line, looking around the shelves and hanging lights like she was here for the first time in her life.

Well, she was back in town after so long, he couldn't blame her. She probably hadn't looked around much the other night and only stopped by to greet him.

Her stomach growled.

The girl flushed in embarrassment, and tried to stutter out an apology, "Oh, I-I'm sorry for such unseemly behaviour. I didn't bother with breakfast and-"

"Say no more, I've got it covered," the store owner raised his hand to stop her, rising from his seat and making his way out, "I've been craving ramyeon all morning, this is the perfect excuse to go get it. Just chill in the lounge while I'm at it. I'll be back soon!"

His voice faded as he exited the store, leaving the Song girl alone.

Ahyeong observed her surroundings.

Yellow beams of sunlight came through various cracks in the exterior that had been worn with age, illuminating suspended particles of dust in the air and casting their glow upon numerous bookshelves.

With its mismatched colours and rustic furniture, the whole store gave off the vibe of a vintage bookstore straight out of an 80's movie, bringing a small smile on her face despite her state of crisis.

She'd always been a sucker for old things.

Turning her head, she noticed the writings on the wall behind her, various scribbles decorating it in a plethora of colours dulled with age and sloppy handwritings.

However, two lines written next to each other right by the top of the couch caught her eye.

"Song Ahyeong and Im Jugyeong's spot. Sit without permission, and get a hairy butt," she mumbled out loud, immediately getting up from the sofa she was sitting on.

Ahyeong's expression twisted in bewilderment.

She was supposed to know the main character too now!?

Just as the thought crossed her mind, the sound of a book rattling behind her caught her attention.

She turned around, trying to find the source of the noise.

There, in a shelf tucked into a dark corner, where no light nor eyes would find it if they weren't looking, rested a book with a soft peach cover and gold accents.

Curious, she walked towards it, abandoning the now crinkled book in her hands on the small table in front of her.

She stood in front of the shelf, noticing how the book shook left and right on its spot, but didn't move as if it was glued in space.

She took it out of its place, inquisitive gaze finding the title written on the cover.

True Beauty.

Ahyeong hesitated in opening the book. She wasn't sure if she would like what she would see, but the inexplicable thirst for finding out what was happening to her overcame her reluctance.

Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.

She turned the first page, immediately being greeted by a vibrant character introduction page.

Her eyes raked through the familiar faces. She knew these characters, she'd seen about them, read about them. She knew their insecurities, their fears, their trauma, their happiness.

She perused their brief descriptions.

The main lead, Im Jugyeong; The Heroine. Neglected and desperate for validation, as insecure as they come.

The severe case of second lead syndrome (in Ahyeong's own words), Han Seojun; The Rebel. With a heart of gold, grief-stricken by his friend's death and a hidden passion for what once was.

Then finally, the male lead, Lee Suho; The Prince. The epitome of perfection in everyone's eyes, harbouring a dark past and hidden secrets.

Suho had it pretty bad, she thought. No one to talk to after Seyeon's death, going as far as blaming himself for it, living alone in loneliness. Someone needed to hand this guy a warm cup of hot chocolate or something.

She was about to turn the page, but paused as she spotted another character drawn beside the main trio, standing beside Jugyeong.

For a moment she thought it was Sujin, but reeled it back in when she further scrutinized the new persona.

Black hair in loose waves.

Eyes equally as dark with small flecks of colour.

Ahyeong tensed in uneasiness as she noticed the similarity of the outfit that the character wore and her own, dread slowly pooling in her gut and making it clench in alarm.

Her shaky eyes read over the character description.

The second female lead, Song Ahyeong; The Bully-

Her pupils dilated.

The fucking what-

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#true beauty #cha eunwoo #hwand inyeop #moon gayoung #lee suho #han seojun #im jugyeong #kang sujin #extraordinary you #lee suho x reader #lee suho x oc #korean drama #kdrama fanfic #kdrama imagines #kdrama scenarios #webtoon

[craske]

PLEASE tell us abt ur AUs I love it when ppl talk about their ideas and yours are probably fantastic/gen

OH I HAVE MANY

and im in pain i havent really shared much lore about them with other people actually, but im a slow and low energy artist so making comics or illustrations often is simply something im not capable of doing, or at least not currently

i do have many thoughts about them but anyway i think i could at least list the said aus because [vibrates]

- dragon au (very old and needs almost full rework at this point)

- genshin au

- wolfwalkers au that i actually posted about recently

-velvet room au!! (basically there to make teddie much more miserable)

- bad end au (?? or something like that, basically i want to make teddie go back to being a shadow for reasons and kick the entire IT down mentally)

- warrior cats au lol

- dnd au believe it or not (makes teddie a half elf for reasons)

AS YOU CAN SEE

THEY ARE MOSTLY ABOUT THE BEAR (also akechi and others are in some of these too obviously) and i do have most of them developed to some degree but like i said, its difficult to make content with them.. dont go to college the worst mistake of my life /j

also its funny how full of angst they are come to think of it

#ask #anon #ask me about them but also dont if you dont feel like me rambling #but also i like sharing ideas ahaha

[sgtjbbhasmyheart]

Drunk Texting Is(n’t) Bad for Your Health- Chapter One

Series Summary: Talk about your unconventional meet-cute! Bucky receives a text by mistake requesting he prove he's not Reader's sister. The easy dialogue between Reader and Bucky sparks a natural friendship, but could it lead to more? Bucky still deems himself unworthy of any form of affection or love. Reader is hellbent to prove him wrong. With the help of some (meddling) friends along the way, Bucky may get his happily-ever-after after all.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2101

Chapter Warning: Bad Language Words, tiny bit of angst

A/N: I started this on AO3 awhile ago. Now that I have a blog dedicated primarily to just Marvel/Bucky, I thought I’d add it here, too. Enjoy!

DO NOT copy or replicate without my permission.  

Bucky heard his phone buzz as he was tugging a butter-soft tee over his head. He glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand next to his bed as he worked his arms into their respective holes.

9:36

Steve was long in bed already, so the text most likely wasn’t from him. Sam was on a me me kick-- No, what did he call them? Memes!-- of a disgruntled cat which he swore reminded him of the super soldier. He wouldn’t be surprised if it were him. Or possibly Nat. She picked up the new issue of Guns & Ammo the other day and was sending him pictures of a Mossberg MC1sc 9mm she was drooling over.

Smoothing the body of the shirt over his torso, Bucky ambled over to his bed. He snatched up the phone from the navy blue comforter and flipped it over. To his amazement, the text wasn’t from Sam or Nat. Or even Steve.

[phone] work thing boring af. kinda tied one on. might be late meeting you tomorrow

He blinked several times at the message, uncertain how to respond. It was a wrong number, right? Bucky hadn’t made plans with anyone for tomorrow that he could remember. Plus, everyone he knew had the same work thing. And it was rarely boring.

Definitely a wrong number.

He set the phone down near the clock, choosing to ignore the text. Hopefully, whoever this person was, figured out quickly they were texting the wrong number and moved on.

Bucky pulled back the covers before climbing into bed. His body melted into the mattress, muscles relaxing for the first time since breakfast. Training had been non-stop all day today. It felt good to just be, for once.

He grabbed the book he was reading off the nightstand and opened it to the spot he left off. He cleared his mind, as best he could, and concentrated on the words on the page.

A few pages in, his phone vibrated alive again. Another text message.

[phone] sis dont be mad youd be drinking too if you had to sit thru one of these business dinners

Bucky sighed. He had hoped his radio silence would have clued this person into their mistake. Wishful thinking. Before he could punch out a reply, another text came through.

[phone] timmons is droning on about this new client. kill me now

He quickly typed out a reply:

[phone] I think you sent this to me by mistake.

Bucky watched the text indicator pulse as this unknown person worked out their response.

[phone] haha very funny sis

Bucky huffed at this person’s disbelief, thumbs working on typing out his next message.

[phone] I’m not trying to be funny. I can’t be someone’s sister when I’m a man.

He set the phone down on the nightstand again, hoping this person finally took a hint. He opened his book back up to the current page, taking a deep breath.

The room’s silence was broken again by the loud thrumming of his phone skittering across the surface of the black wood veneer.

[phone] how does kevin feel about this so close to the wedding???

[phone] will you still need a wedding dress or will you just get a tux???

[phone] am i still your maid of honor???

Bucky chuckled at this girl (no, young woman) asking the essential questions.

[phone] Your sister did not get a sex change. Yes, she will still need a wedding dress. Yes, you are still her maid of honor. Like I said before, wrong number.

An almost immediate reply came through.

[phone] prove it

Bucky grew slightly irritated at the insinuation. Why couldn’t she take his word for it? He exhaled loudly through his nose.

[phone] How?

A few moments passed before the device juddered in the palm of his large hand.

[phone] selfie

Bucky blanched at the request. He could feel the color drain from his face, only to immediately heat with a blush. A selfie? That is the last thing he wanted to do.

Although he’d been exonerated for his crimes as The Winter Soldier, he still knew about the dislike people felt about him as a person, in general. They couldn’t get past the brainwashing or other persona. God knows he still struggled with it.

He couldn’t go broadcasting his face through texts to a stranger. What if she was one of those who didn’t understand he had no say in what he did or what happened to him under Hydra’s control?

What if he ignored the solicitation? He could do that. Maybe even turn off his phone.

She did seem the type to be very persistent until she got what she wanted.

True to form, another text rang through.

[phone] i will keep texting until i see your manly face

One corner of his lips quirked higher. Yup, persistent.

He navigated to the camera app on his phone and switched it to selfie mode. He stared at the damp locks falling to his shoulders. His beard would require a trim soon, but it wasn’t scraggly. Luckily, he’d had the hindsight to shave his neckbeard in the shower earlier.

Was he considering this? Some girl says jump, and he asks how high?

He combed metal fingers through his hair, blowing out a breath.

[phone] im waiting

Bucky growled at the text, running a hand over his face. “Okay, okay. Give me a second,” he said to his phone. He held it up to head height, half an arm’s length away.

Click!

He previewed the picture, assuring himself it didn’t reveal too much. It was, somehow, off-center, containing a bearded chin and half a smirked mouth, one nostril, and a half-lidded eye.

Before he could talk himself out of it, Bucky pulled the messaging app back up and then sent off the picture. He tossed the phone aside, not wanting to watch the taunting blinking dots as he waited for a reply.

The picture was barely recognizable, but someone like Steve or Nat could tell it was him. It would be okay. No one would know.

His phone vibrated violently near him on the bed. Bucky cautiously plucked the device up, debating whether he wanted to read her reply. What if it said, “Holy shit! You’re The Winter Soldier!”? The hope of this woman thinking he was just some regular guy knotted up his stomach. He didn’t know why he cared so much about whether this stranger thought he was The Soldier or not. He had no control over who believed the lies perpetrated as truth through the media. He could only wish for the best.

He blew out the breath he was holding in and eyed the phone’s screen.

[phone] is it fair to say men shouldnt be allowed to have long eyelashes??

Bucky laughed and immediately thought of poor Steve.

[phone] You should see my buddy’s. The girls swoon and complain at the same time.

He quickly added to the message thread:

[phone] Am I correct to assume you believe I’m a man and not your sister?

The response was swift.

[phone] oh shit ur not my sister

[phone] this isnt 9173083447?

Bucky laughed again, the tension in his chest slowly unfurling.

[phone] Unfortunately for you-- no.

[phone] ugh im such an idiot sorry for the shit i said

[phone] Don’t worry about it. I had a good laugh at your expense.

[phone] oh god now i feel like a bigger ass

Bucky suddenly felt like backpedaling. He hadn’t meant for her to feel bad about her mistake. It was cute in a roundabout way.

[phone] Please don’t be embarrassed. It was the highlight of my night.

[phone] me forcing u to prove ur a man was the best part of ur night??

Bucky thought for a moment. Was it the best part? The training sessions had become monotonous lately, even with the new agents. The team hadn’t been on any missions in a few weeks, so it was pretty accurate to say he was bored around the compound.

[phone] I suppose it was. Work’s been a little slow, and there’s only so much training you can do before it becomes tedious.

[phone] training? r u in the military? ooh, r u an athlete??

A laugh bubbled up from his chest. It was comical to see her try to guess his profession. His selfie hadn’t announced who he was to her after all.

[phone] Something like that.

[phone] so mysterious! r u some assassin who needs to keep his identity secret? is that y ur selfie only showed a quarter of ur face??

He paled at the implication. Maybe she did know and was yanking his chain. How did he block numbers again?

Another text came through from the mystery woman:

[phone] not that i mind u have a luscious mouth

Bucky guffawed at the comment as flames rose beneath the skin of his cheeks. He hadn’t remembered blushing this much in such a short amount of time in decades.

[phone] How much have you had to drink tonight, doll?

[phone] doll?? what r u my grandpa??

He chuckled again. God, he was old enough and then some.

[phone] enough to not want to shoot my brains out but not enough to know this dinner isnt a party

[phone] Maybe you should get back to your dinner? I don’t want to get you into trouble.

He regretted the text the second he pressed send. Was he trying to get rid of her? No. Or was he looking out for her? This person he knew nothing about. She was more entertaining than the recurring nightmare he’d been having for the last week, that's for sure. He'd cling to this unknown to avoid slipping into that black abyss.

[phone] aww does the military-trained assassin athlete mchottie not want to talk with me anymore?? 🙁

[phone] No!! I’m honestly concerned you’ll be reprimanded if you pay more attention to your phone than Timmons.

The last thing Bucky needed was to feel more guilt, especially if it was at the expense of someone’s livelihood. His shoulders were already heavy enough.

[phone] thats sweet but dont worry ur pretty little head over me timmons wouldnt last a day w/o me

[phone] timmons may be the boss but i run that office

He simpered at her swagger. He could only imagine what kind of office she worked in because, again, a total stranger. Did he want to get to know her more, or was this a one and done thing? Would she wake up tomorrow and want to continue the conversation or blow him off for the drunken mistake her first text had been?

Bucky stared at his phone for several more minutes, pondering precisely what he was doing and what his expectations of the night were. It’s not like he was going to meet her in person, right? Was he that delusional? He was an Avenger now. He didn’t get a social life. Not that he had one before but still.

He was startled from his reverie as the phone shook in his hand.

[phone] did i scare you away??

[phone] No. Just thinking about tomorrow.

[phone] shit a military-trained assassin athlete mchottie must have a lot to prepare for mentally ill let u get ur rest

He smiled at the gesture. If only she knew.

[phone] Send me a text when you get home. I want to make sure you arrived okay.

[phone] such a gentleman! i don’t want to wake u if ur asleep tho

[phone] I doubt I’ll be sleeping, but it’ll help ease my mind.

[phone] alright ill shoot a text ttfn

[phone] ttfn?

[phone] ta ta for now god u r a grandpa

[phone] Yeah, yeah

Bucky’s mouth split into yet, another grin as he set his phone down once again on the nightstand. He picked up his discarded book and found his place on the page. After a few minutes of re-reading the same paragraph over and over, he slipped the bookmark into the gutter of the book. His mind was too preoccupied with the thought of some random girl in the city at a boring work dinner. He realized he hadn’t stopped smiling since they temporarily said goodbye.

Maybe there was a good chance this conversation would carry into tomorrow.

CHAPTER TWO

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky x you #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky fanfiction #bucky fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic

[frienderbender]

hey frienderbender is it ok to ask for some lore/information on your magpickles 🥺 I’m very invested in those goods ( off the topic but can I just say I am in LOVE with the way you draw Skwisgaar my heart is just fluttering to fast when I see him 🥺💞 Anyways muah you’re wonderful artist thank you have a lovely day/evening )

oh sure! first off thank you so much for the sweet message! that made my night :'] i love drawing skwisgaar and im glad you like how he looks in my style haha

anyways im assuming youre talking about my general lore for them in the canon timeline, so ill talk about that under the cut

i think they first met some time in the late 80s while pickles was still with snb. they met after a show specifically. magnus introduced himself as a fan, and that was true! but (quick tangent for some general mag thoughts) it brings up something that ive always thought about when i look at mag. magnus definitely gives off the vibe of being the guy who was always just Around in the music scene, especially in the rock and metal scene of this era. like, hes a mysterious dude but he has connections. he will play with random bands sometimes. he knows so many fucking people in this industry (not saying hes friends with all of them though); what im trying to say is. Everyone Has A Magnus Hammersmith Story. hes the type of guy that gets talked about in podcasts decades down the line. ok all that to say he was able to get backstage because he just Knows People. and he introduces himself as a fan blah blah pickles and magnus drink and do some drugs and honestly i wouldnt be surprised if they at the very least made out with each other the first night they met.

so pickles is like, pretty into him right off the bat. magnus was too, but i think on his end INITIALLY he was more just interested in hooking up but they exchange info and keep in touch and all that. so. this is RIGHT before snb implodes. and theyre still meeting up fairly regularly and becoming closer and doing a lot of drugs and drinking a bunch. typical rockstar stuff.

but pickles had been on a steady downward spiral at this point (he was already like this before he met magnus), and in one night snb is no more. having burned all those bridges in his band (for now), pickles turns to his only friend left: magnus. and i think its at this point, when pickles comes to him, wrecked by the dissolution of his band, that magnus kinda starts to realize he might actually feel something for him too? seeing him like this, seeing pickles from fucking snakes n barrels, so raw and real and not at all like the fiery redhead he met that night after their show...it just feels different somehow. like yeah he was attracted to pickles from snakes n barrels, but he realized he had grown to care about pickles from tomahawk wisconsin. he liked that one better, there was no bullshit. no hiding beneath layers of glam makeup and hairspray.

so its the two of them against the world. its the early 90s at this point. on a whim, pickles decides they should leave LA and just drive. wherever. just away from the city because LA fucking sucks. he takes all his money and he and magnus get in his car and just start driving. they end up in florida eventually, because its the other side of the country. or something. they get an apartment, and for a couple of months they live together and its. kinda nice. its different, for sure. but not bad. magnus and pickles both always kinda skirted around the topic of their relationship. they never called the other their boyfriend. but i feel strongly that they did tell each other that they loved the other, once. and they meant it.

so heres where things get tricky for me. how did dethklok form? what was the order? who met who first? i dont know!! i wish i knew! its something i have a million scenarios for and i wish we got a canon order of the members joining at the very least so i can model my headcanons around it haha

with that in mind though, i do think magnus and pickles were a bit of a package deal. like, whoever joined first was able to get the other in. so. yeah. they joined dethklok some time in the early to mid 90s now.

they have a pretty decent few years. theyre still.......something....even in their new band. like they arent open about it and hook up when the other guys arent around and all that.

its around this time though that i think magnus is really starting to go through it. combination of feeling frustrated because of the bands status at this point, general untreated mental health, etc. anyways i think the stabbing incident occurred some time in the mid 90s, probably like '95 or '96 or something. so.....he gets kicked out. obviously. and those are the terms they end on for awhile.........

but uh. you see. pickles never completely cut ties with the dude because. well. what do you do when this happens to someone you care so deeply about. and i think probably a month or so later, magnus actually contacts him for the first time since the stabbing incident. and maybe i have a comic script and thumbnails about this encounter what about it. magnus tells him he wants to see him, so pickles slips out that night to meet up at an old bar they used to go to a lot. may or may not be the depths of humanity uhhh anyway. theyre talking for awhile but it just kinda devolves into honestly more one-sided arguing on pickles end. hes frustrated and sad and confused because fuck! magnus! why would you do that? why, when the bands just starting to take off? it becomes this whole like. you arent the same guy i knew. and in that moment it quietly hits them both that like. we arent who we were, and we dont know what to do about that. magnus asks if pickles would want to join him and leave the band, and pickles tells him to go fuck himself. and thats the last thing he ever said to him.

and thats where the magpickles lore/relationship timeline ends. i realize it really did kinda turn into a timeline but also i did write a timeline during a slow day at work once like two months ago but. anyways. this is basically that.

but uh. yes. i love them. they make me sad but in a good way yknow. its like. its one of those situations where i feel like under different circumstances, they probably couldve made it work in their own weird way. they have such a specific dynamic, whether in their background together in the canon timeline or just me fucking around with AUs and being like hmm what if i actually gave them a scenario where they could have the time to develop AS an actual couple. im rambling but i just love these two so much. this is so long.

i feel strongly they wouldnt get back together in any sort of canon capacity, but i do think they still have feelings for each other in that way you do when you remember people you loved in the past. old friendships that dissolved with no resolution. the person you still have things you want to tell them, even though you know you will never get the chance.

#IM SO SORRY THIS IS MUCH LONGER THAN I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE #asks #dicksoutformtl #IF YOU WANT. AU LORE. just lemme know and i will happily talk about that!

[thisweekingundamwing]

This Week in Gundam Wing 23-29 May 2021

I’m so on the ball with this lately... >_> Sorry. Here’s this week’s roundup! May 23rd - 29th!

Remember to give your content creators some love! Be sure to join in on the events at the bottom! And remember to send in any new works you see or make next week!

~Mod Hel

Fanfiction/Snippets/AU Ideas:

@bobo-is-tha-bomb

The Preventer Calendar https://archiveofourown.org/works/31561295

Gen, Reader, Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell, Trowa Barton, Quatre Raberba Winner, Chang Wufei, Zechs Merquise, OC - Character

Mature, No Archive Warnings Apply, Humor, Partial Nudity, Reader-Insert, Nudity, A teeny hint of TrowaxReader, Rating because of some gratuitous nudity on Trowa's side

Twelve models, twelve shoots, twelve different locations in the Ardennes, and all of it in two fucking days. Because Preventer couldn’t spare you their agents any longer than that.

Why had you agreed to do this project again?

It's all for the arts.

boxofhatebrains

Helping Hand https://archiveofourown.org/works/31620146

M/M, Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy

Explicit, No Archive Warnings Apply, Light Angst, Comfort/Angst, Minor Injuries, Implied/Referenced Blow Jobs, Not Gundam Wing: Frozen Teardrop Compliant, after series, Flirting, Not Beta Read, slight reference to Episode Zero, Swearing

Duo realizes that Heero comes around whenever he damn well feels like it. They’ve been in contact for the last seven years after the Mariemaia incident, but generally at Heero’s own whim. Duo stays in the same place, it’s Heero who gravitates.

This time is no different.

@duointherain

Silent Menace https://duointherain.tumblr.com/post/652120818915115009/fic-silent-menace-11

1x2x1

Warnings: Mute Duo. Drugged and injured Heero.

Une always had the dark side of the job. She’d let others give out goodness, but bad news she owned herself. Duo had come to the conclusion that she was trying to take responsibility, trying to be a decent person. He could vibe with that.

@lifeaftermeteor

Touched by the Stars (Ch. 7) https://archiveofourown.org/works/26314657/chapters/77885468

M/M, Chang Wufei/Duo Maxwell, Chang Wufei/Heero Yuy, Trowa Barton/Chang Wufei, Chang Wufei/Quatre Raberba Winner

Explicit, Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings, thar be porn, Dubious Consent, Aliens, Alien Abduction, Alternate Universe, mention of MPREG, everyone takes a turn with Wufei, alien anatomy and interesting dicks, Tentacles, Monster Boys, Slime, Double Cocks, Cum Inflation, Knotting, Oral, multiple dicks, Xeno, Spitroasting, Oviposition, Body Modification, Polyamory, Unbirthing, Triple Penetration, Cervical Penetration

University instructor Chang Wufei didn't even believe in aliens, much less intentionally attract their attention. But that doesn't mean much when they decided he'd be the ideal final mate for their group and scoop him off of the planet to take home to their queen. Enjoying him on the trip there, of course. 

@noirangetrois

Of the Sea (Ch. 10) https://archiveofourown.org/works/12749670/chapters/78205124

M/M, Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy

Mature, No Archive Warnings Apply, fairytale my way, Meroctopus!Dorothy, Slow Burn, Multi POV, POV Third Person Limited, merman au, MerMay, Fantasy Politics, mentions of abuse, Unnatural November

Heero Yuy will soon be reaching the age of majority, at which time he will ascend the throne of Wingaria. Before such time, he must needs choose a bride. But what if there are no good choices? What if someone else has captured his heart?

The Story of Wrong (Ch. 8) https://archiveofourown.org/works/13849020/chapters/77856332

M/M, Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy

Explicit, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Duo POV, Angst, Drama, Tragedy, Spoilers, very dark, Heero and Duo don’t die, I promise, Yaoi, slowburn, Mental Instability, Mental Health Issues, Mental Breakdown, If those are in any way an issue for you then go ahead and skip this, Eventual Smut, VERY eventual, this is mostly canon-compliant but I’ve changed a couple things here and there

Duo recounts his experiences during the war in order to explain… well, why he was wrong.

simulacraryn

love me like (tomorrow we’re) stardust https://archiveofourown.org/works/31458119/chapters/77811359

M/F, Treize Khushrenada/Lady Une

Treize Khushrenada, Lady Une, Original Characters, Hot Dog (gundam wing)

Explicit, Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Angst, Near Death Experiences, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, unredeemable villain, Sex, Smut, consent is fucking sexy, Spoiler: He wore the Astro Suit at last!, Newtypes (Gundam Wing), no predators or prey here, intact brains

The World Nation would face off against the White Fang to bring about an end to all conflict between the Colonies and Earth. The plan had called for the bitter end of the last bastion of the old regime, Treize Khushrenada. However, as with every play on the stage of war, the actors have chosen to adlib. Effectively throwing the course of history off the rails, the director finds himself faced with a new road to choose.

@zaganthi

Jiu Jie https://archiveofourown.org/works/31413956

M/M, M/F, Duo Maxwell/Quatre Raberba Winner; Treize Khushrenada/Quatre Raberba Winner; Treize Khushrenada/Duo Maxwell; Duo Maxwell/Hilde Schbeiker

Explicit, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Relationship Negotiation; Polyamorous Character; Quatre Raberba’s Uchuu no Kokoro | Space Heart; Aged-Up Character(s); Newtypes (Gundam Wing); Past Relationship(s); Jealousy; Awkward Flirting; Bathing/Washing; Cuddling & Snuggling; Museums; talking about feelings; Psychic Bond; Dealing with exes; Ex Sex; Colonists exploring earth

Hilde waved goodbye as she left and Duo went to look for Treize and Quatre. What the hell was wrong with him. His body seemed to be saying yes but his mind was definitely not in that space at all. What the everlasting hell was going on. He wanted to see her again but why?

Treize passed him a picture of tree frogs, apparently feeling the confusion as Duo half jogged through the aquarium to catch back up. What the hell. Just what the hell.

It took him a while to get there, but the moment he got close, Quatre saw him, beamed a happy smile and the link opened up with a rush and he was surrounded again in emotional warmth. It was addictive and a relief, and there wasn’t, there wasn’t any recrimination from either of them. Just run off and see an old flame, it’s cool, we’ll be here when you get back vibes.

Lebensmüde https://archiveofourown.org/works/31413278

M/M, Duo Maxwell/Quatre Raberba Winner; Treize Khushrenada/Quatre Raberba Winner; Treize Khushrenada/Duo Maxwell

Explicit, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Aged-Up Character(s); Quatre Raberba’s Uchuu no Kokoro | Space Heart; Newtypes (Gundam Wing); Preventers (Gundam Wing); Cameos; Therapy; Aftermath of Torture; Aftermath of Violence; Rape Aftermath; Physical Disability; Gratuitous Smut; Psychic Bond; Psychic Abilities; Domestic; Injury Recovery

Treize remembered the discussion of gunpowder residue on his head; it was one of the things John had been livid about after everything, and unable to explain any more than Treize had at the time. Seeing it written down… was something else. Treize closed the book over his finger, gently tapping it on his thigh as he looked up at Quatre.

“The first hot chocolate of the season,” Quatre said sitting down next to him, comfort flowing over the link. “I really wanted something sweet.” He paused. “I can feel something is…oh.” He noticed the book in Treize’s hand.

“Adding to the list of things we need to probably talk about,” he said quietly, contemplating it as he reached with his other hand to take the cocoa. “Have you written everything up?”

Fanart/Crafts/Photo Manips:

@2pcbart

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31618103

Recollect - Trowa/WuFei, comic style

@alphaikaros

https://alphaikaros.tumblr.com/post/651358650733150208/little-angry-boi

WuFei Chang, fanart

@bettertasting

https://bettertasting.tumblr.com/post/652303436314017792/something-spicy-for-the-dash-im-really-digging

Heero/Duo, fanart, nsfw

@bobo-is-tha-bomb

https://bobo-is-tha-bomb.tumblr.com/post/652089738925359104/%F0%9D%98%9B%F0%9D%98%A9%F0%9D%98%AA%F0%9D%98%B4-%F0%9D%98%AA%F0%9D%98%B4-%F0%9D%98%97%F0%9D%98%B3%F0%9D%98%A6%F0%9D%98%B7%F0%9D%98%A6%F0%9D%98%AF%F0%9D%98%B5%F0%9D%98%A6%F0%9D%98%B3-%F0%9D%98%9E%F0%9D%98%AA%F0%9D%98%AF%F0%9D%98%A5-%F0%9D%98%A4%F0%9D%98%A2%F0%9D%98%AD%F0%9D%98%AD%F0%9D%98%AA%F0%9D%98%AF%F0%9D%98%A8-zechs-merquise

Tallgeese, gunpla

https://bobo-is-tha-bomb.tumblr.com/post/652448694036316160/sd-wing-gundam-ew

Wing, gunpla

@judaru

https://judaru.tumblr.com/post/651257960922857472/im-20-years-late-but-ive-been-reading-a-lot-of

Duo Maxwell, fanart

@keiko1183

https://keiko1183.tumblr.com/post/652327422940807168/completed-with-pencils-might-be-doing-the-acrylics

Trowa/Quatre, fanart

@not-so-dead-fandoms

https://not-so-dead-fandoms.tumblr.com/post/651085636504272896/mermay-01

Heero Yuy, fanart

https://not-so-dead-fandoms.tumblr.com/post/651494132071661568/mermay-02-duo-as-a-betta-fish-merlad

Duo Maxwell, fanart

https://not-so-dead-fandoms.tumblr.com/post/652283083819810816/mermay-03-of-course-i-made-trowa-a-clownfish

Trowa Barton, fanart

@pineappleglazedham

https://pineappleglazedham.tumblr.com/post/651759824584966144

Trieze/Une, fanart, fanfiction, playlist

Photosets/Gifsets/Screenshots/Manga Pages:

@clair-audients

https://clair-audients.tumblr.com/post/652114120696594432

Wing & Altron, gif

@disturbed02girl

https://disturbed02girl.tumblr.com/post/617456995130294273/thoughtful-quatre-thursday

Quatre, manga page

@meggie-stardust

https://meggie-stardust.tumblr.com/post/652350439669547008/same-energy

Epyon is an icon.

Fandom Discourse:

@bobo-is-tha-bomb

https://bobo-is-tha-bomb.tumblr.com/post/651423437954433024/a-homage-to-the-reader-insert

Reader Insert Homage

@cuteciboulette

https://cuteciboulette.tumblr.com/post/652076342033170432/shinigamis-coming-to-town-d-duo-just

Duo Maxwell, doujinshi

Quotes:

@incorrectgundamwingquotes

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/652102805897805825/in-the-groupchat-trowa-why-tf-do-we-have-20

Trowa & WuFei

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/652356366558806016/heero-yeah-but-as-far-as-plans-go-this-is-not-a

Heero & Quatre

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/651830976331251712/duo-gesturing-to-heero-dont-worry-weve-got-an

Duo, Heero, & WuFei

Calendar Events:

@gundamzine

Rhythm Generation 2021

Meet the Mods: https://gundamzine.tumblr.com/post/636708854145613824/come-on-over-a-meet-your-2021-zine-mod-team-head

Check out the blog for the Zine schedule!

@gundam-wing-pride

Gundam Wing Pride 2k21 https://gundam-wing-pride.tumblr.com/post/648237909672083456/incoming-transmission-faq

A Beautiful Rainbow of Prompts https://gundam-wing-pride.tumblr.com/post/649898271517573120/a-beautiful-rainbow-of-prompts

@gwartserver

Month of WuFei https://gwartserver.tumblr.com/post/649995521569767424/month-of-wufei

Shooting Stars (online convention) https://gwartserver.tumblr.com/post/650013463432888320/once-upon-a-time-lifeaftermeteor-and-myself

@gwcocktailfriday

Cocktail Fridays!

Post responses on Friday, during Happy Hour between 3 & 5 pm in your own timezone.

Here’s the prompt for Friday, !

In need of Summer/Fall(Autumn) prompts!

(I’ll um... fix these when I have time to find more prompts.)

@gwlemonyshenanigans

May 23rd’s Submissions https://gwlemonyshenanigans.tumblr.com/post/651999227800600576/may-23rd-submission

May 24th’s Submissions https://gwlemonyshenanigans.tumblr.com/post/652131130827571200/may-24th-submissions

May 25th’s Submissions https://gwlemonyshenanigans.tumblr.com/post/652252350922342400/may-25th-submissions

May 26th’s Submissions https://gwlemonyshenanigans.tumblr.com/post/652312096032342016/may-26th-submissions

May 27th’s Submissions https://gwlemonyshenanigans.tumblr.com/post/652433653693136896/may-27th-submissions

May 28th’s Submissions https://gwlemonyshenanigans.tumblr.com/post/652434486286548992/may-28th-submission

May 29th’s Submissions https://gwlemonyshenanigans.tumblr.com/post/652648408588353536/may-29th-submissions

Friday Spotlight! https://gwlemonyshenanigans.tumblr.com/post/652439213602684928/the-lastspotlight-friday

@oztober-rust

Welcome to Oztober Rust

We’re an up and coming Gundam Wing event with a slight twist! This page is still a work in progress, but you’re welcome to join us over on discord and get a feel for the event.

Have discord, will fan. https://oztober-rust.tumblr.com/post/647568110262566912/i-see-a-nice-and-steady-following-we-do-have-a

@seasons-of-gundamwing

Summer Event Voting https://seasons-of-gundamwing.tumblr.com/post/646220556727877633/seasons-of-gundamwing-okay-wingers-its-time-to

@thisweekingundamevents

Events Calendar https://thisweekingundamevents.tumblr.com/post/644080386309275648/events-calendar-update

If you are hosting an event currently, or are planning on one, hit us up with links and dates! We’ll add them to the Calendar and reblog your notices to get the word out!

#Gundam Wing #This Week in Gundam Wing #Weekly Roundup #23-29 May 2021 #(it's late again... but not as late as my last one)

[antiloreolympus]

7 Anti LO Asks

1. i see LO fans say "she can rewrite the myths as much as she wants! it doesnt matter if it doesnt have to be 100% the same!" which to an extent i agree, but RS does it to such extremes and obviously changing everything and everyone to fit her narrative that it doesn't match any of the original myths. why even use the myths to begin with if you throw 99% of it out anyway? in the beginning she at least tried to tie it back, but now it's just fanfic, and it's not even good fanfic at that.

2. yall theres not even height diversity in LO, how the hell would there be body diversity? even the colors arent diverse, persephone isnt even unique anymore outside of her ugly red eyes (which other characters have anyway).

3. i saw someone say the reason LO is dragging so long is because rachel "needs all that time to set up hxp's relationship on a healthy base" which like first off what comic are you ready if you think any part of her depiction is anything but a toxic nightmare but also?? do they know only maybe three weeks have passed in all this time?? by all accounts they're actually rushing everything and not putting a healthy base on anything. its a slow burn for the readers, not the actual couple.

4. SO LIKE …. I WASNT AWARE OF ALL THIS AND I WAS INTERESTED IN LO FOR A GOOD WHILE BUT LIKE … “the damaging nature of purity culture” HELLO? HOW MANY PEOPLE ARE UNAWARE OF THIS SHIT …… YIKES ………

same anon as the one who came in all caps freaked out about this shit unaware of it for the longest time but like . distressed since i spent MONEY to read this. ugegjhrh. the ableism, the blatant “pedophilia-but-not-quite”, the homophobia, the classism. i am quite literally jsut… Blind. to these things. not by intent, but bcos im just stupid by solid default. but jesus christ i dont like this author anymore.

5. part of the reason too LO rings hollow is because it keeps being "look how attractive and desirable hades is!" when thats not how it works. his desirability shouldnt be based off having a six pack or having the most money or having women fight over him, it should be that he has a good personality and is just all around a well written character, which he isn't. in fact he has more to him that makes him unattractive, and not even in a "attractive bad boy" way, he's just an awful person.

6. Hades “Minthe you need to take responsibility for your self” (offers her no support other than finically and a job aka controlling her life)

Also hades “don’t worry about murdering those people Kore you’re powerful, and you know what I’ll drive you to therapy after I have your family over for a party . While we’re at it let me spoil you with presents  and hide you from my brother. How about on top of that I’ll defend you against my brother instead of brushing this trial off.”

7. tbh i dont buy rachel's "im trying to have a laugh at' excuse for the age gap. you do not purposely make her so borderline underage and even have the characters point out its gross just to be like "its no big deal!" esp when hades and co are made to such extreme ages. she could still have the same personality and desires/goal at 1k+ years old, and its clear rachel is just trying to save face for making such an icky idea instead of just admitting LO is just a mix of her fanfic kinks.

#anti lo #anti lore olympus #lore olympus critical #lo critical