#its like when ppl show off their fucked up scars

[grapefood]

Leshy showing off his battle scars

#its like when ppl show off their fucked up scars #to ppl they like #cotl #cult of the lamb #cotl yellow cat follower #cotl leshy #cotl follower leshy #shitpost

[vhvrs]

needed a more accurate ref sheet for these two so u r looking at that!!!! simplified some details to be less overly complex n tightened up the palettes in the process

additionally comments including previous info i dont wanna link to and way too much world info:

as b4, rick is a normal human. morticia is a half-witch - jerry is the witch bloodline in question (agony to rick bc he was hoping this was a verse beth DIDNT marry jerry when he found out). witches live in a kindve attached dimension to earth. magic shit. he likes collecting witch literature bc theyre so fucking weird n usually infused w weird magic.

rick is v nice by rick standards n also a major creep lol. the medical shit does weird most ricks out n also they think hes a pussy for caring so much abt kerping morticia safe n sane (except for x-143 on both 😘)

ricks science tends to focus on biology n hes REALLY excited by medical procedures n discovering how different soecies function. he does regular rick shit on occasion but hes kindve too lazy n comfortable to do shit morticia isnt up for too. hashtag most normal rick. used to be more dickish but he got humbled fast by the world lol. they do bicker like regular rick n mortys though. still very much has the capacity to be a normal rick if provoked.

these two are in an oc verse i have too much lore for so i could really go on all day abt the specifics but to be vague witches are a subrace of things called shadows. considered humans while humans are considered mortals. lifespans are expanded. harder to kill. witches even half witches typically have grey skin too but i needed morticia to be visibly herself. witches are the only shadows who can do magic from birth, while other shadows (its pretty much just witches, fae folk, and deathwalkers/normie supernaturals) have to learn it n usually HAVE to use channeling devices like wands while witches use their hands. magic users typically have an element they naturally are good at n can learn others - these other elements are usually what wands are for.

public displays of magical scars is considered like. uncouth. even the hand ones, thus gloves are a societal default and otherwise ur supposed to cover up or charm evidence away. rick obviously does not give a shit n it makes him stand out a LOT more than he should. bc of this, morticia is a lot more comfy around him n more confident as a result. ricks also the only person whos seen her hands ungloved bc of needing to patch her up after backfired adventures. highly personal thing in witch culture etc.

as the last scarring is also considered improper to show off bc 'only non-witches fuck up magic enough to get scarred' witches are v high-society pretentious types, usually high in the government etc. other shadows dont give a shit lol.

scars in question are all from morticias electricity magic kindve exploding on them during a really high stress situation. yewouch!

uh oh morticia goes to a mage academy. public educations kinda meh among shadows but witches have fancy magic schools. full-time magic users are called mages (pc term bc witches used to just claim it b4 other ppl started doing magic too) bc everythings complicated w shadows.

#rick sanchez #morty smith #morticia smith #dork art #looong ass comments on cut sorry #hold on i need to draw him n x-143 tgat was the whole point of x-143 #nightmare ram

[hows-my-handwriting]

Hobie Brown Headcanons

long post ahead. will put as much as i can under the cut but i will have a.... loose table of contents.

and im not feeding you everything. i need more content to drip feed you later.

the inspo is driving me crazy but the hands are refusing to write.

the table: backstory food british animals

lmk if ppl want this to be split up into individual posts per category. cuz its l o n g

BACKSTORY:

Not based on the comics. purely my own attempt at writing his backstory and his particular villains.

Hobie's Doc Oc was a university professor pressured by Osborn's regime to produce weapons. Hobie had met the guy while crashing a university class, but nothing more than that. Octavius snapped and took the revolution to the extreme. he built a WMD and planned to use it on the city. Hobie talked octavius down and disarmed the weapon.

Hobie's lizard was his close friend and bandmate who got jealous over their lead singer's affections towards hobie. they were close friends until hobie started drifting away. curtis was bitter and never really forgave him. the final straw was when hobie returned in full, having just abandoned his spider suit. the band is back together but curtis still has hard feelings. he knew vaguely about hobie's connection with spiderman but thought that it was some kind of special deal or friendship which was just another nail in the coffin. he turns himself into the lizard and attacks hobie, demanding answers and refusing to listen.

the above is just an excuse to hurt hobie really bad >:3 i love my angst and my beating my muses up. i wanted to break his ribs.

electro was a civilian who just happened to get struck by lightning. he is the sole reason hobie has insulated all of his gear and one of the reasons all of his spikes can shoot excess electricity like one of those funky little electrode balls. hobie took one look at this guy and immediately got to work.

Kraven was a bounty hunter hired and possibly engineered by osborn and fisk to hunt down hobie. classic kraven activities. he tried to drown hobie in the thames. hobie managed to escape but couldn't breathe or eat properly for a week after the attack

hobie's ship was hauled from the local junkyard. It was originally just used as a figure head to lead the charge from the government locked dam blocking off water. it somehow survived so he uses it as his hq.

hobie is immune to his scorpion's venom after being stung so many times and stealing samples of it to build up an immunity. yes it hurt. yes it sucked. but it worked. (loosely inspired by a fanfic)

the above are not in chronological order. mostly.

FOOD:

Hobie's world doesn't have a lot of spices. it's a closed state unless importing 'important' materials like lumber, steel and other sciency stuff, food is a lower priority or just a restricted luxury. the spice trade has regressed to something like the 1600s where foreign spices are held by those in power purely as a status symbol. the common man might have access to salt, sugar and cream, but anything else- especially anything spicy- is a luxury item.

hobie would love spicy food. i just dont think he's gotten much exposure to it. day one out of e-138 he opened a bag of spicy chips in the cafeteria, touched one and exploded.

exotic/foreign fruits fall under this same category but for more legit reasons of travel and lack of safe storage. so for example: mangoes, oranges/citrus, kiwi, pomegranates.

boba would freak him the fuck out. he has no idea what those little jiggly things are and its only made worse when one of the kids inevitably shows him the hamster 'is it worth it' meme. he becomes scarred for life.

if you take too long to take a bite out of whatever you're holding and hobie is hungry, he will just lean over and take a bite out of it. sandwich? bitten. spaghetti? stolen off the fork. chocolate bar? wrapper and bar, gone.

his favorite flavor of cake is chocolate or caramel. sue me im projecting onto him

BRITISH

he holds out his pinky when holding cups. it's just an unconscious thing that turns conscious once someone calls it out. in which case he sticks it out even further

flips the police and the royal family off regularly with the one fingered or the two fingered version. will only respect the french for inventing the creative two fingered fuck you, but nothing else.

has a winter fit that is just like a pile of whatever sweaters he has and two scarves. and long socks that make the space in his tight boots even more tight. sometimes cuts off circulation to his feet.

loves going to pubs and just chatting with people. also loves picking fights with the drunk people. Particularly the irish. he thinks their accents are funny and has long arguments with them while they're both speaking absolute gibberish.

knows french but only the insults. has an arsenal of french insults he will just whip out of his back pocket and drop on someone's head.

not really a british thing but i bet he doesn't know how to ride a bike. he was a) too tall and b) not willing to get his entire skeleton rattled by riding over the cobbled streets of london.

wimpy's fan. (its like the british version of mcdonalds but less popular and less famous. according to my research).

ANIMALS

Hobie keeps pigeons. he built a little house when he was bored and was surprised to find three pigeons hiding from the rain underneath it the next day. he didn't really intend to keep them but they nested and he kept bringing them food and water. he did name the brown one hobie jr.

hobie has a cat. again, not really 'has' but rather 'it broke into his boat and wont leave'. he didn't name her because he can't think of a good one. for the longest time he had no idea she was living in his floorboards but later discovered a hole in the side of his boat and found a crawlspace just large enough for a kitten.

he is freaked out by snakes. not as in a fear of snakes. but rather in utter disbelief that they can be the size of a human person. he's read about and probably seen the average snake, about the size of an arm. but anything larger than that will make his jaw drop right off of his face

he did have a symbiote dog for a short time. the dog was badly hurt and the passive symbiote had merged with its body to try and help it. he offered it a place to stay and rest and it happily agreed. it followed him around for the short while they had together and one day went off on its own.

he still sees that dog around (affectionately named 'spider-mutt') and offers it head scratches or belly rubs but they always part ways sooner than later.

loves opossums. thinks they look funny.

part two? maybe....

might add more to this as my brain keeps turning.

#atsv #hobie brown #hobie brown headcanons #this has been accumulating for #since the movie came out #i lost my mind #still losing it actually

[kekaki-cupcakes]

Yoooooo still curious and excited anon here!

Could I please request for a Jason Grace meeting and falling in love at first sight with a “bad girl/punk” demigod at camp half blood?

Bad girl in the sense of like rebellious, chaotic, the kind with motorcycles and black leather jackets and so if it explains the vibes better?

Idk it would be like fun ‘cause Jason is kinda the good boy of the group.

And idk he reminds me of a golden retriever.

Idk I tend to associate animals to ppl for no real reason.

If u were an animal which one would u be?

Sorry for the long ask!

Bye! Have a great day!

First time writing Jason so he might be a bit OOC but I went with a very oblivious lovesick golden retriever energy haha. Tiny bit of angst in there because you know, its Camp Half-Blood.

Big Brothers big sisters Best Friend

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Finding Thalia couldn’t be that hard, right? It wasn’t like she was the leader of The Hunters of Artemis, who were visiting camp, meaning she would be off beating the Ares cabin at games, or recruiting even more hunters with talk of immortality, toasting marshmallows every night, and Hawkeye merch.

Jason strolled through camp, dodging the spears being thrown as the Hermes kids ran past to the arena,  grass crunching underfoot and sun shining brightly. When the Hunters showed up, it was like an unofficial holiday for Camp Half-Blood, Jason’s orange shirt standing out in the sea of casual clothing and silver jackets. The [usually] strictly followed timetable for the day was more of a mere suggestion at this point, everyone preparing for an intense game of capture the flag, and a general prank war.

“Move along you little fuck nugget!”

There she was.

“Thalia!” Jason called, feeling the scar on his lips stretch as a grin broke across his face. His sister was yelling at a group of Iris kids, who ran off giggling a moment later. She sat back down behind the fold out table with a deep frown, which pulled on her eyebrow piercings. 

It quickly disappeared when she spotted Jason jogging over. “Little brother!”  

Thalia vaulted over the table, scattering leaflets into the wind as she picked Jason up in a hug, spinning him around until he was dizzy. “Woah, okay you can put me down now before I puke.”

She threw her arms up, cropped silver jacket catching the sun and nearly blinding him. He re adjusted his glasses and blinked a few times while she wheeled him back over to the fold out table, which was now a mess of papers, pens, and arrows. “Listen up fuckwits, this is Jason, my little brother, no maiming him in capture the flag or I slit your throats in your sleep, deal?”

Two hunters with undercuts and summer dresses didn’t bother looking up from the quiver they were adjusting on a daughter of Aphrodite. The girl at the table did though, after screwing up a sheet of paper and tossing it over her shoulder. 

Jason’s heart stopped.

Not literally, of course, but he would happily let the girl stab him with the knife strapped to her back, over the top of her leather jacket. He caught a glimpse of painted musical notes in a messy neon pink decorating the dark leather, and then realized he was staring. “Sorry, what?” 

“I was just saying imma maim you in capture the flag,” Thalia explained with a wicked grin.

Jason blinked, “weren’t you just saying-”

“Irrelevant,” Thalia cut him off, throwing an arm over his shoulder and yelling something to a boy with green hair a few meters away. Jason took the opportunity to take another peek at the girl, who was now popping a bubble of purple gum as she watched Thalia brandish a blood stained arrow at the crying kid. 

His eyes skipped from a crown tattoo around her arm to the chunky doc martens poking from underneath the table, then to her eyes, which were on him. Shit. Jason looked away with warmth in his cheeks, hoping the girl hadn’t realized he was blatantly staring at her. How could someone look that scary and still be so attractive at the same time?

Hot people should be approachable, so he didn’t have to hide behind his sister with wide blue eyes, like he was now. Thalia ran a hand through her spiky dark hair, blue streaks flicking around, and Jason finally remembered why he was actually here, apart from wanting to stare at the girl who’d slipped white headphones over her head and gone back to the clipboard. 

“Thal’s, Chiron wanted to talk to you, something about knives?”

“Shit,” Thalia grumbled, folding her arms. She glanced up at the big house and then back at the girlTM. Then a smirk spread across her face, probably clocking the pink dusting Jason’s face. She was just so…nice looking. Jason could stare at her forever.

“Her mum’s teaching her to ride a motorbike, she wants a doberman, and she graffiti's.” Thalia said, clapping Jason on the shoulder with a cocky wink. “lLso a swiftie, don’t tell her i told you though. Good luck!”

“Huh?” Jason whimpered, his shoulders falling as his sister left him in the sign up area with a bawling green haired child and a lot of scary teenage girls. “Wait, no come back-”

He stood there for a minute, glaring at Thalia’s retreating figure, who was hiding knives underneath rocks as she went. He tapped his fingers on the table, trying to look casual as his brain drooled over the lip piercing the girl had. WHY DID SOMEONE GET TO LOOK THAT ATTRACTIVE?

She pulled her headphones down around her neck and looked up at Jason with a brow raised. She had sharp eyeliner and a low voice. “So like, you gonna sign up, or…”

“But… I’m a guy?”

“I don’t assume,” she shrugged, eyes lidded, and popped another bubble of purple gum. 

Jason felt his heart drop through his stomach and land in the grass when he realized what the girl would be doing here. He hoped his voice wasn’t wobbly as he spoke. “You’re a hunter?”

“Nah,” she grinned, leaning back on the fold out chair and propping her chunky shoes on the table, dirt smearing on the sign up sheet. “My mum’s Tyche, Thalia asked me to stand here and increase the chances people will sign up.”

Jason thought for a moment, trying to remember who Tyche was. His brain still thought of everything the roman way, figuring out who deities were was a headache. She blew another bubble, and it popped on her face, which she pulled off and stuck on the bottom of the table without a second thought. “Fortuna for you, goddess of chance, dispenser of good and ill fortune.”

“You know I’m roman?” Jason may have focused on the wrong part of the conversation. All he got in return was a smirk and a shrug. SHE KNEW HIM?

She watched him for a moment, probably wondering if he was sunburnt, and then got to her feet. Jason realized he was way too far gone once he found out she was taller than him. “I’m teaching arts and crafts next, wanna help?”

“Yes.” 

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Jason had been tricked. How it only occurred to him once he was standing in the middle of the arts and crafts supply closet, arms full of stolen spray paint, he didn’t know. 

One minute he’d been helping this really cool girl, and the next minute Malcom Pace was opening the door with wide gray eyes. “You’re the one stealing all the cans?”

“There is a perfectly reasonable explanation for this,” Jason started, hoping it would give him enough time to think of a perfectly reasonable explanation. Nothing came to mind, so he called on his roman roots and lifted his head high, hoping he didn’t look like a deer in headlights with a spinal problem. 

“I’m stopping the thief.”

Malcolm just stared at him, moving out of the way as Jason sidled past him into the room filled with ares kids and glitter bombs. “If whoever’s stealing all the paint doesn’t know where it is, then they can’t take it. Chiron asked me to take it all to the big house until he figures out who’s stealing it.”

“It’s totally the Stoll’s, who else would be drawing penises on my cabin?” 

Jason blinked. He had not come prepared enough for the spray cans stealing expedition, but to be fair he had no idea he was stealing until he saw the sign saying ‘ask permission from Butch or Malcom to use. “Well yes, but are you gonna dob them in?”

Totally something that would happen at Camp Jupiter, if somebody was stupid enough to steal the paint in the first place, but Camp Half-Blood was a little different. Malcolm snorted. “No, it’s hilarious. But if you see Connor, tell him to do the Ares cabin, Clarrise stepped in my waffles this morning.”

“Will do,” Jason managed to mutter, and then strolled through the arts and crafts center like he was supposed to be there. He nodded at one of the Athena kids who was sculpting a statue of an anime character, and then ducked his head as he left. 

When he made his way around the back, he saw the girl who’d tricked him, without even thinking that he could get in trouble. “Hi!”

She just blinked in shock, her jaw dropped. SHE HAD A TONGUE PIERCING. Jason grinned as he dumped the armful of multicolored spray paint canisters in her arms. “I got them!”

“You- that was a trick you tiny punk!” She laughed, and Jason felt his face heat up as he noticed the sparkle in her eyes. “How did you pull that off?”

He ducked his head and shrugged. “I dunno, I guess people just assume I’m doing stuff I’m supposed to do?” 

Jason had to look away when she bit her lip, teeth clicking with the silver metal ring looped through the right side of her bottom lip. “I like you.”

“Thanks.” His voice cracked.

“You’re mine now.” She stuffed the spray paint cans into a satchel jingling with pins of various bands and slogans, then looped her arm through his, yanking him along as they made their way to the horseshoe shape of cabins. 

Jason grinned as he followed happily, looking up at her smug expression. She stopped outside the silver cabin, and Jason faltered when he saw that one wall had been painted over with a dull shade of gray, then overlapped with a beautiful mural of the night sky. Constellations glittered as if painted with stardust themselves, and drip lines ran down the arrows the girls in the painting were holding. 

The tallest girl had a serious expression, long thick hair tied back in a plait that flowed over her shoulder. The brightest set of stars were wrapped around her shoulders. One arm was gripping the shoulder of a girl Jason recognised.                                                                    

He had never known her, but he recognised the small smile and the slope of her nose, the color of her hair, he recognised her because he was friends with her little brother. “Is that-”

“Zoe and Bianca.”

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Thalia stomped her foot in the dirt and scanned the muddy clearing again. Where was he? 

A battle cry echoed through the woods, and there was the familiar screech of the monster, but then she heard Clarrise yelling, so they had it under control. Her blue flag, which was safely protected by Phoebe and a new recruit, was about to be joined by its friend, the red flag, securing the hunters win and furthering their streak.

“Jason?” She called. He was on the hunters team, only because cabins weren’t really supposed to split up, and like hell Thalia was fighting her hunters. 

Naomi stomped up, her quiver empty, and someone was screaming in the distance. “Have you seen that Tyche girl who’s supposed to be giving us a bigger chance of winning? Where is she?”

“Yo, guys! That blond jock’s getting the life snogged out of him behind Zeus’s fist!” Another new recruit fell out of a tree, binoculars in her hands as she grinned. 

Thalia smirked. “Dad will love that.”

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#pjo fandom #pjo #heroes of olympus #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #nico di angelo #Jason grace #Thalia grace #hunters of artemis #jasongrace #jasongracexreader #Jasongracexyou #jasongracexpunk #Tyche

[definitelynotshouting]

OUGHHH sorry to be on anon, I need to make a proper tumblr to talk to people in hermitblr but currently I only have a sideblog and am not gonna expose my ten year old main aklsdjhfdklas, but I am the author of the romeo and juliet au tysm you made my heart grow warm and fuzzy and then explode I've never seen my fic mentioned out in te wild before <33333

to fuel ur theatre au brainworms, in the romeo and juliet au: mercutio is bdubs + benvolio is cleo, and jimmy and joel are sampson and gregory (two capulets from the start of the play they're such dumbasses my absolute beloveds), so we've got the design philosophy of the montagues and the capulets mirroring the aesthetics of the family and the bad boysss. (I never came up with a design for bad boy!Ren when he steps in as Tybalt instead of Grian during show week but I feel it's not too hard to imagine hehe)

but also (separately from that au, because I saw other talk of the life series and theatre and plays on ur blog) I constantly think about the life series as a greek tragedy, specifically in relation to the purpose of the series' inevitable tragedy being catharsis for the watchers (with the watchers also being literally the viewers). we love to see them suffer!!! but there's also a bunch of politics surrounding greek tragedies that Plato and Aristotle had discourse about that you can rope into it and tldr; my understanding is catharsis was Aristotle's answer to Plato's concern that tragedies' emotive affect could encourage rebellion against the state, with Aristotle saying that instead the cycle of pity and fear and eventual catharsis felt by the audience has a "purifying" effect that's like an emotional release from those emotions instead. Then with the extra layer of lore the fandom has surrounding Grian running away from the watchers, if Grian designs the life games, to the end of sating the watchers' need to emotionally feed (thank you Martyn for that piece of lore I'm stealing it jkfhdsk), the purpose of the games could be the cleansing of the watchers' discomfort with him running away and being a player and maintaining the status quo where Grian is actually the one in control !!!! even if he makes himself suffer. also different characters "curses" as their harmatia!! And, if we interpret the watchers as a fictional force AND the viewers simultaneously, then the chorus could absolutely be watchers who are vocal in the fandom - removed from the "players" (and OH how I love the dual meaning of minecraft players and players as in actors) but providing additional commentary and insight into what's happening that further feeds the emotional experience of the audience !!

alsooooo if you don't know the show "& Juliet" scar and grian are ALSO romeo and juliet in that to me, it's their last life/early double life era </3

theatre theatre theatre theatre theatre theatre theatre theatre

YOOOOOOOOO HELLO OP YOUR FIC IS AMAZING AND IM GLAD I COULD REC IT BC IT DESERVES RECOGNIZED!!!!! Also all of this is AMAZING im so obsessed with bdubs being mercutio and cleo being benvolio. Thats incredible like HELLO????? based choices tbh thats so fun

Also super obsessed with the meta of plays feeding into the watcher canon (and im STILL not over martyn somehow accidentally canonizing a key element of my au, this is insane, i came up with the idea for watchers feeding on player emotions in SEPTEMBER OF LAST YEAR), thats so fucking neat, i love a good tragedy OUGHHHHH its so compelling.

Also no worries about being on anon!!!! I did that too before i finally cleaned up my main blog so all the posts were privated, and then changed my url to match this one so ppl would recognize me WHEEEEEZE. Smth that helped me was tagging my own sideblog in anon asks i sent, so ppl would know it was me, and i'd get the notif when it got answered. Ofc you might not be comfortable linking your sideblog, but if you ever made one you wanted to sign off with, thats the option i used for a while before using mass post editor to private my entire main blog!!!!

theatre theatre theatre!!! Your ideas are SO pog and cool my dude feel free to ramble to me any time :]

#shouting speaks #asks #scarian #hermitcraft #3rd life #WATCHERS AS GREEK CHORUS.... WHAT IF I WENT INSANE /POS #long post #txt

[a-wild-things-rambles]

you know what yall get my discord rant about the yassified constantine ya thing. [<-is edits->]

I'm just speechless[spoiler: i find my voice p quick] on the whole yasstantine ya thing and by speechless I mean disappointed to the bone and very close to cussing the house down. Also the story is so shite? like he has a mum and is part of a magical lineage but in a weird not John way? Like there's a good post about how two panels show the massive difference between the two. Also? How can u wright John Constantine without his mum dying as he was born? Like it affects sooo mutch. It's like rebooting Spiderman and not killing uncle Ben. It's the catalyst of all catalysts.

Also I'm not saying John ain't pretty when he's young, because he's decent looking in the first hellblazers, but he's scruffy there, also he's[yasstantine] a poser. Like John ain't a poser. Idk how to explain it but making John pretty and airbrushed and ticktoc alt is fundamentaly opposed to who the actual charecter is. Like they look at all the reasons ppl like him and changed them. John is a queer northern man who had dealt massively with childhood trauma and abuse as well as poverty, and stripping him of that is something I wish I could be surprised about DC doing but given how DC are already trying to downplay and flatten him

(don't get me started on the king shark thing or the flirting w batman. John may not have self respect but he does have a burning hatred for the rich and batman is not an exeption and the "oh John's such a slut he even fuked a shark" fuck off.) Ok speechless was a lie ^ pissed of queer and punk Londoner who has to many opinions on John Constantine and to many fights they want to pick with dc.

John is an inherently political charecter and that's where he is best. And you can't strip him of his context as a British punk queer man who lived through the aids crisis and Thatcher and the coalminers strikes and section 28. But DC want to strip him of his politics and so put him in America. No! John's story is important and speaks of things the government want to ignore. Issue 3 of hellblazers cover was taking the piss out of Thatcher. Hellblazer isent just a comic its a comic that calls out the bull going on in the world, and sits you down and forces you to empathize with people, and to show how bigots are pathetic. I read hellblazer and I can point to the things my parents have told me about, and more. Hellblazer is political, hellblazer is important and hellblazer tells me my history. Hellblazer is about people that I could know, and the horrors I have to face. Idk how to say it but hellbazer and John Constantine are so important to me in a world where most English language media is American. Where you learn all about America. And we have alot less media telling it how it is. England has a massive issue with putting old horrors under the rug.

And it's hard to explain to some people that didn't grow up with the horrors, or there parents didn't warn them if the horrors they lived thru, about the council estates, about section 28, about the privatisation of the verge, about all the British issues shoved under the bloody carpet. I read hellblazer and it tells me that these horrors do exist, the wounds that scar us still do exist, but people survive and people are good. [note- by horrors i mean the real life horrors, that are either played straight or allgorised]

Also from a story point of view, disregarding context, disregarding charecter, John's story is so fuking British. "The Americans want someone to succeed where they haven't, the English want someone to fail where they have," is a p good summary of the difference between the two countries media [i am heavily generalizing the common trends of american vs british media please dont @ me w outliers] We [brits] like watching someone else go through the shitter like us, to show that were not alone. We don't get happy ending. We know. We like morally complex arseholes who make bad choices. We don't want superman. We want our gritty hope that we may not be happy, but we can make choices that matter. We want to see people like us suffer and be absolved and be punished. We want the truth that is glossed over. We want to know that life sucks, and we take delight in watching other people go through the shit we do. Witch is why u need a British writer, not just because of knowledge of the context, but because the story is fundamentally different to American stories.

… ok I have alot more feellings and opinions on that than I thought

Tldr I hate it but it's inline w DC's attempts to de politicize John and in doing so showing they fundamentally don't understand the character and why people like him, and then ruin him in an attempt to make him "popular" when at the core of his character he is at his best when he isent popular with everyone [john is a character that should piss large groups of people off, and hellblazer is a comic that should make large amounts of people uncomfortable, but dc want to remove the discomfort, and defang the comic and character, selling out john. no the irony isent lost on me]

#john constantine #hellblazer #thebirdrambles

[blood-bound]

SESSION RECAP!!!

to set the scene - Mark is entering Sampson's bar to continue the conversation about their Situation after dealing w the kindred spying problem outside (w violence)

this summary was written for ppl w some context to Mark's story already so i am sorry if some things do not Cohere for u feel free 2 ask.

SO. 

Mark goes in to continue the conversation. He starts off by trying to talk about Sampson and him’s situation, but Sampson insists on talking about Mark’s blood bond to Julius. Sampson says he is thinking more clearly than he has in a very long time and it’s made him realize how fucked his situation is, and how fucked the blood bond is… and in turn how fucked Mark is with his bond to Julius. Mark starts getting defensive, more than he normally would obviously, and has to start rolling WP to not defend Julius profusely, but also emotionally wants to anyway so even when he succeeds he still hedges his bets with it. 

Sampson asks Mark how he would describe his relationship to Julius (he doesn’t know his name still) and when Mark says he is his boss he calls Mark an idiot and says his master is a monster and he is a tool. This pisses off Mark so bad that he stands up in his chair, not even noticing he breaks it until later. Sampson won’t answer Mark when Mark asks him what he is hoping to get out of this and they start shouting at each other about it, Mark doesn’t have a coherent defense. At one point Sampson says ‘and if I’m an inconvenience he’d have you drain me’ and Mark replies “then don’t be a fucking inconvenience” and its when Sampson laughs that he pushes him for the first time. He ends up PUSHING Sampson who just laughs at him and says that he doesn’t even see how ridiculous it is how mad he’s getting. Sampson does end up pushing him back just to get him out of his face but the whole time he’s sardonic. He says something else about Julius that really sets Mark off and the ST says Mark has a choice after the WP roll: Punch him, or do something similar to that, or leave. So I have Mark turn to leave, calling Sampson an idiot, and Sampson essentially says “when you’re ready to admit how badly you need help, if you ever do, maybe in a month when you have the courage.” but like in an angry way, implying he does not think he will come back anytime soon, very mean lol. 

Mark goes to his car. Or rather he starts approaching it. He spots a man with greasy, unkempt hair, ripped t shirt, and ripped jeans, waiting by the car. The ST says Mark realizes its a kindred because he has gashes showing BONES but he is standing like it’s fine. He is acting SUPER weird. Mark is STILL fucking MAD so he isn’t as nice with his introduction - when the man asks “are you Mark?” Mark replies ‘who the hell are you?’. The man knows whats up and is like. “Hey. Boss thought you might need help. I’m JP. He sent me”. And Mark is like Oh because OMG JULIUS HE CAN’T KNOW ABOUT SAMPSON’S INSOLENCE so Mark is like ah. OK. Don’t need help. The guy is suuuuper weird about it and is like are you SURE there is NOTHING I can help you with, please? Like basically begging Mark to ask for his help. Mark relents and is like. Well you can help with the anarch problem. 

JP is like. ‘Sure that’s a big problem. Are you Julius’s childe too?’ And Mark is like yes. And JP is like ah well. You got the *points to back*? And Mark is like yeah. And JP says ok yeah see I’m who he sends to help when he has no one else available. And he lifts his shirt AND THERES A HUGE GNARLY SCAR SHOWING BONES THAT IS CARVED INTO HIS FLESH THAT SAYS “I REBELLED AGAINST JULIUS” .

And he continues to say “more than once!” with the most PAINED face. And upon seeing that Mark has some Realizations. He realizes 1) the blood bond is the most traumatic, most deeply violating, thing that can be done to a person. Worse than the shame and ridicule he faced while alive for being gay, worse than even being embraced, even worse than Gaius getting all of his memories. It’s abhorrent. 2) He would need help to get out of this and 3) it would have to be someone with experience on dealing with it. 

Mark’s anger is replaced by a profound emptiness. Drained. But the night continues. So Mark says that, yeah, maybe actually he can help with many problems. JP is like yeah. Julius has been busy these nights. Very busy. And Mark is like ah I see. Will you be around? And JP says Julius sent me to Help You :) let Me Help You :) and he can’t say this explicitly but he basically says IF YOU SAY I HAVE TO STAY TO HELP WITH OTHER THINGS I CAN STAY AND HELP WITH THE BLOOD BOND. 

And Mark and him have the most awkward roundabout conversation and JP says. Well it’s difficult to talk without a Medium. Obviously trying to imply something. And Mark is like. A medium huh? Like … fortune teller orr…? And JP is like Nooo and Mark can SMELL HIS SIGIL BURNING LIKE IT DOES TO HIM SOMETIMES so obviously something is up with this. THANKFULLY after he mimes a ball i get that he means one of the memory balls! And Mark is like OH. and very seriously says I can help with that. Because he had asked for one from Julius a LONNGGG time ago on a whim cause he thought they were neat!

And JP seems relieved but has a very pained smile so he’s like. Again so. Do you need help? And Mark is like well. I could use someone to watch the territory, and he asks JP if he has a place to stay. And JP says not here :) his body language and tone of voice is just SCREAMING “PLEASE HELP ME” lmfao. So Mark asks if he got him a place to stay could he stay. And he says yes, if I need to stay to help you I can. And so Mark brings him to a place on the territory, the lighthouse safe house, and apologizes that it has no mattress tonight, just an old, shitty, rotting couch. And JP says, with WONDER. “That’s much more than I usually get…. I can get a mattress?” BRUH. 

And Mark is like. Oh  my god yeah. And how long have uh. You had those referring to the scars and marred skin. And JP is like oh? I get new one’s every night. And Mark is like oh my god someone comes here? And he’s like no… it’s hard to explain. OH MY GOD I JUST GOT THE IMPLICATION MAYBE JULIUS HAS ORDERED HIM TO DO IT TO HIMSELF??? OKAY I ASKED ST AND HE CONFIRMED IT. HE DOES IT TO HIMSELF. FUCK.

But yes Mark leaves him there for the night. And he cries in his car a little because oh my god. What is this situation. But he remembers Sampson saying that when he’s ready for him to help him get out of this, he would, just come back. So Mark goes Fuck It We Ball and goes RIGHT BACK TO SAMPSON because he has Realized that Sampson was right and he was an Idiot Sandwhich (I need that meme drawn btw of Sampson calling Mark an idiot sandwhich, w the bread). 

So Mark, totally drained, goes back to Sampson’s bar. Sampson lets him in. And Mark says. “Let’s try this again. Carefully.” and Sampson doesn’t really say anything but ‘ok’ and Mark continues and says. “I am sorry. About the chair and pushing you. You were right. About everything.” (had to roll wp to say that) and Sampson has him sit down. He asks him to say it again and Mark can’t this time but he gets it. 

So Sampson is like. Okay i honestly didn’t expect you to come this soon. Wasn’t sure if you would at all. But this is good. And Mark is like yeah. And they were quiet for a bit but Sampson is like. Okay. What are we talking about. And Mark asks him again, why are you helping, and Sampson is basically saying that he wants out of this life. That he is really stuck and trapped, and he recognizes how fucked it is, but he is only gonna get out of it if Mark gets through his blood bond stuff. I can’t fully remember how the conversation flowed but it did flow naturally. But I will just have to list other developments.

Mark says he still cares about Sampson. Sampson says he isn’t sure if Mark is pretending to care or not, and asks what he thinks. Mark says he definitely still does. Sampson appears ambivalent, like it doesn’t really matter. He’s non committal about what he believes, but says he believes Mark believes what he is saying at least, but he might be lying to himself/doing it out of habit. Because he KNOWS other ghouls and stuff (this was talked abt in the earlier convo as well) and he knows how kindred are, and how he can’t trust Mark due to the blood bond also. But yeah. Mark FINALLY straight up asks Sampson how he feels about him and Sampson first asks if Mark really wants to know. And Mark, after hesitation, says he does. Sampson says. “Honestly, you make me sad. I remember what you were like before, what we were like, I know my situation and when I think about you… it’s just sad.” 

Like basically the implication is Mark is a sad memory, he feels like he owes him (said that explicitly) and has some fondness for, but wants to move on. He wants to move past him and put all this behind him (said explicitly). Mark is quite sad. Sampson says they can have a more normal relationship now. But its clear - he doesn’t want to be friends long term, they are just working together, with a deep shared history, and some level of fondness. But he doesn’t love him. There isn’t some deep care. He can’t trust him and does believe he is a vampire who either has already or will eventually stop caring. 

Sampson says that this was a downer note to end on. As just before he had said this was good, and he felt he had hope for the first time, and they both committed to being honest with one another (sad thing is Mark always was really when he could be.). Mark just says “that’s good. [regarding feeling hope] And that if there was nothing else, please keep me in the loop if anything happens here this time, but I will stop bothering you now.” Sampson walks him out. Says goodnight Mark as he leaves. Mark says goodnight as well. Mark is empty, drained, should feel hope but can’t due to blood bond, and is just miserable that it is finally confirmed Sampson doesn’t feel the same. 

Mark goes home. Does his normal routine. Checks his email - an email from ‘regional’. It just says “I sent help. Be careful. -J.”

On that menacing note, Mark cries himself to sleep for the i think third time in his unlife and willingly enters torpor early <3 THE END

I AM SUFUCKERING /POSITIVE

#mark vtm oc #BLOOD BONDDS.S.S.S.S

[eggbagelz]

Logan Wolverine and Kurt Gayxmentiefling for character bingo?

[Ask my opinion abt a character!]

Orange is logan blue is kurt and HOOO BOY

First of all logan is theee most fucked up and complex character ive ever seen, and while he absolutely gets WAYY too much screentime in the movies it stopped actually like. Being good in x2 aka 2003 bc they Lost The Fucking Plot. Hes got wasted potential bc hes so. Hes SO. Like all of the anger and hurt in him is actually there for good reason but writers and fans alike turn him into this. Supermacho monster of a man rather than the complex and genuinely good person he is and it grates on my NERVES.

If u want me to get into my complex thoughts abt logan we WILL be here all day so I'll spare u that.

Kurt,,,,,,,,, oh My God. Kurt. First of all his design is fucking glorious, hes literally the most beautiful character I've ever seen [INCLUDING IN X2. IM RIGHT. THOSE SCARS ARE STUNNING.]. I HATE when artists get rid of his curls and his sharp cheekbones and his nose tho like whats the point if he doesnt have those. Its not kurt anymore. And hes SO complex too like he always gets watered down to this. Supercatholic whos a flirt and likes pirates which is funny bc kurt is one of the most emotionally mature and down to earth characters on the xmen team, and his flirtatious manner and religion arent actually like. That Big compared to other parts of him [namely things like the fact he's also mischievous and loves to show off.] Also the Tragic Background Thing has GOT to go hes had a hard enough life as it is. U dont need to make it worse.

He also NEVER has screentime unless its to show off his bamfing or to be mr catholic which is BULLSHIT. Let him be his thoughtful playful self u fuckers. Theres this thing other ppl do [including newer writers] where they want mystique to actually be a Good Mother to him and i think ppl are missing the point, but thats a rant for another day.

Logan and kurt are both better as part of a dynamic and that dynamic is the rest of the xmen. My opinion in general is that you can't have one xman without the others, and that they should be treated as an ensemble cast rather than Main Character and Secondaries.

I know them both personally btw i have them on speed dial

#SORRY MAN. YOU ASKED AND UNFORTUNATELY I DELIVERED. #logan howlett #kurt wagner #ask games #[comm noise] #yes im like this all the time. i dont think you guys understand the sheer volume of words i have in me #abt the xmen

[sunnydice]

cquackbur<3

okay. listen to me. to an extent, i support and agree, and i can be understanding on the base appeal and i can go so far to meet halfway and say maybe i kind of like it sometimes maybe. but to act like the fandom's treatment of everyone involved hasn't deeply soured me on it would be 👍a lie.

first off, i feel like it's the klance of the dsmp lmao. ppl more obsessed w a sharply to the left idealized version of something rather than what's actually on screen, and it's kind of almost insulting to me, because there IS so much there to be enjoyed and explored and unpacked, and yet its squandered bcs people just can't stop being fucking insane and weird abt it and that leads well into my point abt ppl being insane and weird abt cee wilbur ill get to that right now actually.

ive mentioned before that i really really despise the woobification of wilbur in the fan base and that deffo doesn't change in tntduo spaces, if anything it's worse. i feel like people are very eager to scrub away his flaws and agency to make him very palatable, more easy to defend and consume instead of accepting the complexity that their guy kinda sucks bad and that's OKAY 👍 he's deeply hurt and complicated and painfully human, and he's understandable i fucking feel for the guy i really do, but he's also. he can also be very very selfish, and very cruel, and very quick to hurt others in a pursuit to feel good about himself and only himself and it isn't. okay. and he does this a lot w quackity.

wilbur isn't nice to q. he doesn't seem to particularly respect him, not really see him as an "equal" and ESPECIALLY not originally, and while he does come around a bit more, he still puts q on a weird pedestal that q bristles at more than people like to think. and in that tntduo haze, along w that specific brand of wilbur soot apologism, people brush right past those kinda flaws and just. ugh.

one good example of this is the fanbase general consensus of "omggg look at nikis birthday party 😻 look at their romance!!" like wilbur didn't spend the latter half of that calling q worthless and only good to be looked at (something quackity explicitly goes over and over hey fellas can you please not do that to me if i don't ask for it. please.) and the schlatt's bitch isms and then pulling a long ass PURPOSEFUL powerplay where q had to practically beg him to calm down and listen and not blow up manburg, if he could please just give him a chance to talk to schlatt, and niki in the bg of her own party clamoring for wilbur to look at Her abt it please talk to Her abt it and him flatly ignoring her to fuck around w q. but yeah true love♡♡ yeah im sure q walked away from that one incredibly smitten.

or another great example, the way all of hitting on 16 tends to be treated. this interesting conflicting story that shows quackity DOES like parts of wilburs back and forths, he clearly does care abt him, he is clearly having a degree of fun, and just like before wilbur can't stop taking it too far, and people ignoring all of it for ship fodder like thats not a good chunk of the story 😭 the scene where q went "sit down wilbur." and wilbur listening being treated as some fucking weird sexual thing, like it's not quackity coldly shutting down wilbur after he spent 10 minutes calling him stupid and ugly and worthless and then making fun of his scar, q making it a POINT to shut it down and that he's Done w this conversation and then calling wilbur pathetic for it, and wilbur explicitly scrambling over himself because he knew he crossed another line. but lmao yeah true love 👍i too love when my suitors purposely go out of their way to say the most vile shit to me imaginable and then get upset when i go cut that shit out.

even the later scene w tubbo is a great example, their physical fight, it being treated as some ohh it's it SEXY when q pushes wil into a wall like the man isn't genuinely fucking furious at tubbo being put in such danger again be SERIOUS and for WHY. so wilbur can kill his horse for no fucking reason because he "messed w him" BY DOING WHATTTT 😭😭😭 imagine his plan went through and he kills ossium and q is left standing there behind the glass oh real romantic id swoon. girl i would KILL HIM ‼️

and also uhh the fact a lot of tntduors are like plain racist to q can i say that. 👍 can i say that. sorry for being upset abt it.

i have more points too, the way karlnapity or pumpkinduo will be treated in regards to it n again those two have heavy flaws 😬!! im aware!!! i am aware and acknowledge, but to flanderize and criticize both those relationships, to the point of Making Shit Up to make tntduo look better in comparison and then replicating those v critiques within that space because you think it's hot. well be serious is the thing :heart_hands:

anyways, despite my critiques i do find it enjoyable on occasion, i do think it can be so interesting and snappy and (sorry) kismises like in the sense of a rivalry w GENUINE respect and acknowledgement, that push to be better that rush to improve and also gay sex and then maybe...gay love? 😳 but for that to be possible the respect has to become more undeniable it HAS to be both ways and consistent and i feel like more often that not it just isn't the case. and the fandom stuff i have mentioned. pissed me the fuck off forever.

7.5/10 ssorry sorry sso srry don't look at me

#YAAA i hope this made sense i finally got some of my tnt thoughts down thank god!!! feel so much better thank you thes my beloved thes #ask games #zombur #AND ANOTHER THING ppl reducing them to only eachother every single want and need or goal siphoned into this TAR PIT #and even other characters being scrubbed of who they are or what they think so they can just become eyebrow raisers for gay jokes frever #v annoying to me -___- #askatraz

[17isrighthere]

OK ITS ME AGAIN (u don’t have to post this but i wanna say it bc i am. actyally deeply scarred by bts stans /srs) 😭 it’s like they think they’re getting paid or something. there’s no hesitation to tear other groups down because they’re not even viewing ppl as human beings anymore. imo twt bts stans are just massively hypocritical because the things they praise bts for they’re very quick to hate others for it.

bts is not as unique as they think, they just got a lucky break earlier. when i got into bts they weren’t anything special to anyone. you might meet 2 stans in the span of a few years. bts was having the floor swept with them by groups like shinee, exo, etc who’s fans were passionate and skilled voters. armys were begging for a break because they wanted bts to win *something* and they felt almost bullied by big fandoms. i remember bc i was a part of this.

but honestly i feel the fame of bts has gone to their FANDOM’s head. the tables have shifted and they’ve become the dominating force, the bully, this …. collection of passionate people who are showing off their passion in 100% the wrong way. they’ve become what they begged others to stop being and now you have groups like.. cancelling their comebacks when bts announces one bc armys will just outvote them.

anytime bts doesn’t win something it has to be rigged or xenophobic, or a setup for clout, or or or. i find them incapable of looking at anything subjectively and recognizing that bts isn’t perfect. they’re very nice guys with some great music, yes. that does not make them entitled to everything, and that’s a big problem with twitter armys. they want bts to dominate completely and i genuinely feel as if that means that if someone else gets something they feel bts was deserving of, that’s the end for them. fuck that person and their happiness. nobody should get in bangtans way and they need to be the only artist out here making moves.

i can’t imagine bts isn’t tired of this. they make less content, they do less overall, they have to be absolutely tired of the toxicity of their fandom. seeing their content and the way they treat people has to be draining for them because it’s draining for *me*.

they need to do better because all of this campaigning of bts message but they have no idea how to follow it. they don’t practice what these boys they go so hard for preach and they make everyone miserable in the process. i *loved* bts and twitter armys leaking onto other sites just. destroyed that for me personally. armys became everything they were begging other fandoms not to be and it just … reeks. the entitlement / superiority complex needs to go and they need to take a lengthy course on how to be normal human beings again before i can ever like or respect certain members of that fandom again 😭

i wholeheartedly believe that bts is definitely exhausted and i feel bad for them because they get propped up by their own fans and they HAVE to live up to this glorious international title when they prob want a small break or to slow the pace a bit

#i also agree with literally every word u said! i am delighted that the tumblr besties have such good takes <3 #answered #le 🧡 #like i would say bts is cool and humble still but the fans are not #like YOU did not win those awards becky from ohio....

[jeromefart]

I reread every Gally moment in the books i love him sm hes just an asshole outcast kid and he just wants ppl to like and respect him but he comes off wrong and everyone hates him and hes bitter because of it. And then he gets beat the fuck up by the guy he hates, and then his entire world changes when he regains his memories and realizes the state of the world. Now he’s regretful for everything, for being so arrogant and immature, for not knowing or being able to piece together the true state of everything. He even said, to the guy he hated SO MUCH HE WANTED TO KILL HIM, that he does not want to remember. He hates wicked for making him remember, for trapping him and experimenting on him. He does anything to escape. He pretends to be crazy to get sent away. It works. He joins the right arm, and is set on taking wicked DOWN. He reaches out to the guy he hates, who he was willingly ready to kill, who beat him up and scarred his face, because he knows he needs him. He matures so much over such a short amount of time, and while its admirable, its sad that he has to.

His apartment is fucking empty and he has the windows covered. Maybe hes only been there for a month or so, but its sad. His life was stolen from Wicked, but he can’t move on until theyre gone.

Him choosing to let go of his rivalry with Thomas shows how much he grows. How hes willing to move on and start a new life. The one that was stolen from him. Stand on the battlefield and bomb the people you hate, or save people from the same fate you faced?

He fills my brain forever sorry.

#rev tmr

[victimofdiskjord]

big rant abt my smr dr experience??? i think??? tw; sh

tbh tho at the time i was doing that shit i WAS um.. pretty (does that twirly finger thing around my head????) at the time of making those baitposts. I dont mind ppl finding my idenity now because ik thats just another annoying fuck i dont have to talk to.. ever! i just dont send it HERE cause.. well.. thats too easy <3 I thought that ppl were gonna harass me to no end, and tbh i DID get some.. really.. fucked up anons from just being annoying back then and ig i thought itd go to my fr account too. (racism, death threats, ableism, and MORE! this starter pack rocks!) Idk why people were so obsessed with finding my fucking dragon porn game identity though. like okay ???? #69837 aint my address dumbass... I joined this fr drama server because anons kept telling my (paranoid + rude ass) to go and shit it up cause "ppl were talking shit abt me" and i was like oh my god its time to catch HANDS!!!! i still hv an archive of the super duper dm-fight but.. the owner said "whatever goes in server stays there" so well. i calmly deleted the sses </3

idk why they were upset I uh. showed off their tag when they were fucking EXCITED to tell evryone mine, though...like i went "OH OH sorry, ill add it" and this dude was fucking shaking his hands jumping for joy to fucking do it for me. calm down butthead!!!!!!

i think a huge root of my rudeness and.. assholish attitude was my paranoia...and larp-craziness. i was scared for my damn life.. when i typed that shit up i was genuinely shaking n talking to myself for hours afterward Im still upset that people decided to take my thoughts of watning to send ppl my scars etc to face value, but tbh its fr. fr ppl are stupid. I was genuinely in a fucked up place and i was using making myself a "cringe, annoying troll punching bag" as coping mech.. when it was ACTUALLY making things worse.. and well. dr+smr people realllly didnt help. literally egging me on to continue to hurt myself and stuff in my inbox... people calling me a fucking evil person who sends people things ive never sent to anyone ever and never actually would.

people used me venting fucking AGAINST me and painted me as a villain when all i wanted was.. to make people laugh. but it turned into ppl laughing at ME, and not the jokepost.. people took my stop posting abt amongus copypasta so serious, got mad abt me wanting a stinky fujo coomer dragon npc.. list goes on.. i took pleasure in making ppl mad at me, but it also hurt a fuckton

i mean.. now i can laugh abt how much of a dumb bitch i was. nothing i posted since then has ever been that successful. or cringe. or annoying... lol.. some people has asked me to post again but.. idk. i just wanna be normal now. int with the people who havent blocked me yet.. ik thye hate me but i hope that one day they restalk my blog and decide to be neutral towards me again..

until then um..

dear anti anti exalters: YOU PISS ME THE FUCK OFF. oh yeah.. YOU KNOW WHO I AMMM, KAGURAA!

bye :)

[meowzfordayz]

Hi 🥺 I would like to request some fluff headcanons with Giyu/Sanemi, based on the very first time you show each other your vulnerabilities. You may interpret this any way you want, it could be a conversation, physical touch, letting go of a hard facade (hello Sanemi), I would just be very happy to read your interpretation of this! Thank you 💙

Tyvm for your request! ☺️ I appreciate knowing I could interpret it any way I wanted, bc it def took a while for inspo to strike regardless. 😅 Hope you're having a wonderful weekend: may your Sunday be sunny and spectacular. ☀️💖

Author’s Note: what is ~hcs other than an informally written one shot ????? 🤪

firsts - rendered speechless

Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader, Tomioka Giyuu x Reader

Word Count: ~2,100

CW: explicit language, mild sexual content, traumatic references

~faqs, image~

W/ you, Sanemi talks a lot

Like, actual, proper talking

Not just being pissy lol

Asking how you slept, complimenting your occasional smile, venting about what’s annoying him atm

There’re very few ppl he feels safe being… normal (??) w/

Bc actual, proper talking can be ~hard 😵

So even tho some of the things he rambles about may seem mundane

They’re his subtle way of revealing his comfortability, his trust, in you

In fact, the more mundane, the more intimate ??

He prob despises small talk

So like: if he mentions the weather, then you know he’s ✨smitten✨

Bc w/ you, nothing feels like small talk

W/ you, he believes you’re genuinely intrigued, fascinated, enthralled

Believes you care about knowing him

Him in general, and him in the moment — in every moment

—Do you know how heartbreaking it is to open up to someone who doesn’t give a fuck ??

—Personal anecdote: an ex of mine admitted that they weren’t usually interested in what I had to say so they’d tune me out, and then I dated them for another ~yr lmao

—Live and learn

Investing in someone, in a romantic relationship, doesn’t just mean investing in them

It also means letting someone invest in you

The more you give, the deeper they can affect you

The more you give, the less you have to hide behind

And Sanemi is hyper aware of this

As are you !!

—I don’t exactly imagine a romantic relationship w/ Sanemi being slow burn

—But it’s not a whirlwind either

—The slowest part is trudging through the (mutual) friendzone

—Him friendzoning you bc: better to be the one friendzoning than the one friendzoned, right ??

—And you friendzoning him bc: you assume he’s off limits romantically (his glaring doesn’t scream LOVE ME right off the bat, yanno?), so why trouble yourself w/ that inevitable heartache ??

—Dw, obvi y’all figure it out ~eventually 🙃

Which def leads to you talking less

Not bc you’re passive!

And not bc he talks over you !!

You just absolutely treasure the closeness nurtured w/ every word he utters

Sure, easy silences are considered a hallmark of a mature, developed relationship

Which is true w/ Sanemi as well

BUT, what’s also true is the difficulty vulnerability he typically has w/ expressing himself

Not just romantic, cheesy expression altho that shit’s SCARY

But literally like, what he ate for lunch and that he misses you

Or what he wants to do after sparring bathe together bc y’all are sweaty af and he just wants to cherish you and your body

Or what he needs from you when he wakes up, phantom pain shackled to his skin, glistening scars its keeper contrary to intuition: touch them, trace them — remind him of his wholeness even as you grieve his loss

So you talk less, bc you want more

More, more, and more of Sanemi

As much as he’s willing to give

Is how much you’re willing, happy, grateful to love

“I should go.”

Everything is seeped in grey

Not the pastel grey of Sanemi’s laughter

Or the warm grey of his desire

Or even the neutral grey of his exhaustion

This grey is

Calculated

Painted over a razor thin sheen of crimson

An unforgiving, flickering that you’d almost forgotten

That you’d hoped you’d never see

Again

“I…” he shakes his head, softly

Too softly

“I knew I’d hurt you.”

“Nemi, what is-”

“Listen to your heart, and tell me it’s okay,” he’s frowning, despondent moonlight faintly illuminating the curve of his bare chest, “Lie to me.”

You blink sleepily, your jaw propped up on your palm, “Can we talk about this after we’ve gone back to sleep? And slept? It’s the middle of-”

“I know it’s the middle of the night,” he snaps, “Which is why I should go,” he gestures roughly at your face, “You’re crying.”

“Sanemi,” you’re firmer now, kakebuton rustling as you move to mirror his upright position, “Of course I’m crying,” he flinches, unrecognizable shame stuttering his breath, “When you cry,” you reach out, fingertips resting on his clammy shoulder, relief spreading through to your elbow, your collarbone, your sternum when he doesn’t shrug you off, “I cry with you.”

“I’m not crying.”

You’d giggle if you weren’t so exasperated — so desperate to adjust his perception

He’s just so stubborn and clueless and battered and I’m so in love with you it’s ridiculous

“Let me look out for you, just as you look out for me,” you murmur, rubbing feather light circles along his throat, feeling as he swallows thickly

Let me love you, just as you love me

“How many nights have I woken you?” he’s unnervingly calm, “How many nights have I been a mess?” he snorts, “Most of them? All of them? You share a bed with a broken stranger. A patchwork of not good enough. You cry for someone false. For someone who doesn’t exist. Who only exists in the fleeting seclusion of us. But us can’t exist out there,” he grasps your thigh, squeezing reassuringly even as he wrings his own heart, “We can’t exist here either.”

“To love is a choice, Sanemi,” he grunts at your statement, “Are you taking that choice from me?”

His grip on your thigh tightens, harsh denial of your question in his gut

“Maybe love itself isn’t always born from conscious will, but to keep loving? To keep tending, to keep trying? How could you ever be a broken stranger to me? I know how to find your favorite constellation, can prepare your tea perfectly, have a mental map of your ticklish spots, and you talk with me. I know the three shadows that haunt your eyes, and how to dissipate them; that you stare into puddles because you think they’re shiny and pretty; that you fold a paper crane every year, scared it’ll be your last. I listen to you. Why should you go when I want you to stay? When you want to stay? I’m not hurting because of you — I’m hurting with you. We can exist. We do exist. We exist and we care and talk and listen and hurt and love. Yesterday, I woke up and I chose you. This morning, I woke up and I chose you. And when I wake up tomorrow, I’m certain I’ll choose you. How can something so consistent, so intentful, so solid be false?”

A long second, minute — minutes, pass

You’re patient

Listening

Interpreting tender promises in the quiet

I don’t know

Sanemi’s spine gradually relaxes, eyes losing their erratic glimmer as he melts into your steadiness

I don’t know

Your body following his as he settles beneath the kakebuton, curling familiarly around his weary form as he presses his toes tentatively to your shins

I don’t know

His hand waiting for yours as you sling a secure arm over his side, his fingers loosely interlocking with yours as soon as they nudge against each other

I don’t want to go

The cadence of your pulse guiding him

My beacon he kisses your knuckles My Polaris

I think part of the reason Giyuu’s less talkative is bc it’s much easier to be articulate in one’s head than out loud

~Totally relatable 😝

Pair that w/ social—general—anxiety, and it’s even more understandable why someone (Giyuu) might be less talkative

But that obvi doesn’t make them (Giyuu) any less fascinating 👀

Ever crushed on someone from so far of a distance that you wonder if you’re imagining them?

And then they pop up at your local supermarket or something and you realize all over again that

They exist

They’re breathtaking

They don’t know you exist (at least, they don’t make a habit of greeting your existence)

Yeah

That’s you w/ Giyuu

Your admiration isn’t completely unwarranted or unreasonable 😅

As a fellow Hashira, you’ve absolutely earned your place, your right to stare at him during Hashira meetings

And, as a fellow Hashira, you carry the weight of those before you

Every night, you count them on your fingers, quickly segueing into the fog of your memories

Because you don’t have enough fingers for all the faces—for all the beginnings without middles, ending too abruptly—you swore to remember

A process, a ritual, an oath: your feeble, desperate grasp on your humanity

That takes most—all—of the night

Every. Night.

“[y/n]-san.”

Tomioka-san ??

“[y/n]-san,” he repeats, “Can you hear me? Are you that tired?”

“Tired?” you mean to retort sharply, but you mumble instead

“Are you sleeping?” he asks

You swoon at his sternness

Internally, ofc 😌

“I think this is the first time you’ve willingly talked with me,” you grin lopsidedly

He has the grace to look away, his visible ear tinged red at the truth of your quip

“I’m sorry for that,” he’s unexpectedly soft, fingers clenching and unclenching nervously, “[y/n]-san, are you sleeping?”

“Not currently,” you shrug, rolling your eyes amusedly

—When I tell you Giyuu is flabbergasted rn… like, how tf is he supposed to maintain a convo w/ you when you’re just shitposting every sentence ?? This is why Giyuu’s less talkative 😂

—It’s not entirely your fault tho !! You haven’t slept properly in like, ~months ☹️

“Okay, currently you’re awake,” his tone swells with irritation, “But in general. Are you okay? Because you…” he hesitates, belatedly realizing his next remark’ll reveal more than he intended, “You looked ready to pass out during the meeting.”

You blink at him, the significance of his observation fluttering past your sleep deprived guard—unnoticed—as his question Are you okay? sinks slowly, gradually, eventually to the bottom of your haze

“I’m not okay,” you nod obliviously, “Too busy counting.”

Shit

You’re exhausted, but

Shitshitshit

Please don’t-

“Counting?” you’ve—unfortunately—piqued his interest They’re not okay?

“Yeah, 1, 2, 3, 4,” you drawl, almost playful

Thing is, Giyuu knows that trick

Knows every damn trick in the book

how to handle shit on your own 101

how to push others away because you can handle shit on your own 202

how to make others believe you aren’t pushing them away—they just prefer solitude—so you don’t have to acknowledge how poorly you’re “handling” shit on your own 303

And he also knows

You can’t unread a book

Can’t unsew the threads of arriving too late, being too weak, surviving you and only you without accidentally tearing a necessary stitch

Can’t unmuddle the mud without sacrificing its thickness, its heft, its muddiness

There’s a fine line between nurturing new roots, and losing the very plant itself

So he doesn’t push you

Doesn’t force himself into your state of mind

Doesn’t fake nonchalance or concern

“Tomioka-san.”

You grimace at the way his name floats needily off your tongue, a whimper jammed in your constricting throat

He’s awestruck

He’s touching you

Barely

The quietest graze of heat

Prior to his contact, you would’ve bet against him having gentle, careful skin

And you would've lost

—You expect him to be… cooler, glass, the void connecting the stars

But warmth—his warmth—smoothes the numb tiredness beneath your eyes

The boldness of his gesture negated by the kind tentativeness, innocent curiosity, familiar worry in his searching gaze

“Breathe, [y/n]-san.”

You choke out a messy, endeared laugh at the irony of his steady reassurance

Am I really a Hashira? Breathe? I should breathe?

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” you mutter

He pauses, confusion flitting across his expression at the sudden tautness in your eyes, “I do.”

“Okay…” you raise an eyebrow, certain that you’re pulling away from his caress, “So go.”

In actuality, you’re caught in his openness, savoring the closeness of his heart

He doesn’t move

The lightness of his thumb still pressing faintly, tenderly, into plush of your cheekbone

Oh?

Does that… am I… is this…

“If I’m allowed to stay,” he murmurs, “Then I’ll listen.”

What. What does that. Huh?

He traces the hollows of your sleepless nights, sees himself in their swollen fatigue, knows without doubt, reluctance, fear that you’re racing

Racing toward a bitterness that stabs at the backs of his knees

A bitterness that doesn’t deserve you

A bitterness that, he decides in a split second, he’ll do ~anything to prevent from overtaking you

“I used to count too,” he confesses

Hoping, hoping, hoping

That he’s using the right key

#hashira x reader #headcanons #shinazugawa sanemi #sanemi x reader #tomioka giyuu #giyuu x reader #request

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Comrade can I have the nsfw alphabet for Jeff?? I've always seen him as a stinky goblin man I wouldn't touch with a 12 foot pole, but lately some versions of him make me curious. The people need answers!! (┛✧Д✧))┛(ppl means probably just me lol)

Local Greaseball still has simps?? Good for him, wow

CW: Mentions of dubcon and noncon and some grossness cuz, I mean, its Jeff what do you expect

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS - DO NOT INTERACT, you will be blocked

Jeff the Killer NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He's quiet after sex, if you two are close you can probably have a conversation with him. Other than that, he's absolutely the kind of dude to just chill and smoke a cigarette

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His face~ Kinda, he did it on a mental snap absolutely, and had a breakdown after, but its something he did on his own to spite his parents, and that gives him a little rush to remember. His scars are slowly healing up now. His eyes are very bright and clear though, actually kinda pretty.

On you. Boobs, 100%. Also your back for some reason, the way your spine slopes, your shoulder blades, the dimples on your lower back. A perfect little canvas. Also makes him feel like you trust him, if you can feel comfortable turning your back on him. Probably still a risky move.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Loves to cum on you, not picky where. Chest, ass, thighs, mouth, belly, back. It makes him feel so hot to see you shivering under him with glassy eyes, while you have his cum drying on you, marking you for him.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Not really a dirty secret but still a secret. Jeff grew up in a very homophobic household, and while he thinks he might be bi, the fear of how he grew up makes him repress it hella hard. He kinda really wants to kiss a boy though, he's just scared :(

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Somewhat experienced. He doesn't get around a whole lot, and tbh some of the times where he does get laid are probably under questionable circumstances, but he knows his way around the body at least. You could stand to show him some tricks, he wouldn't be an ass about it.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Not super picky. Likes to fuck you from behind with a hand around your throat, or maybe shove you face first into the bed or against the wall. Personally, I'd like to see him shoved down and tied up in an amazon position tho, but thats just me 🥴

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Leans more to serious but he can occasionally be a goofball. If he's really manic, then you can expect him to be a bit off the walls.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Not well groomed at all njsdjf, though that's mostly due to him constantly being on the run. Give him a moment to settle and he'll be clean, but not trimmed

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

If he trusts you, he can get a little more intimate. But he's pretty good at staying detached during sex unfortuantely 😔

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He jacks off a lot. He gets real growly too, his back will bend and bow and he kicks and moves his legs a lot when he gets really into it.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Knife play (duh), both giving and receiving. Somno, Dacryphilia, Honestly probably CNC too. Maybe a bit of a blood kink, but he doesn't want to go too far and, well, kill you.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He can't really be picky, but ideally, he gets to break into your bedroom through the window. Midnight rendezvouses are the best 🤤

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Like most of these creeps, its very easy to get him going. Seeing you covered in blood, seeing you scared, crying, screaming, running away, threatening him, literally anything will drive him crazy. Cuz killing drives him crazy. He's just a goddamn horny ass lunatic. He's like a bear, you can't run away cuz it excites him, but honestly you can stand up to him because he likes to see the fight you got too. You're fucked either and any way

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He's not ever gonna call you mommy or daddy, so sorry. Don't call him that either, he will leave. Other than that, not much tbh

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Go down on him and he might yank your hair out from how tense and grabby he gets. He loves it, but he's far from easy, your throat will get fucked. He'll push you over and plow your mouth like its any other hole. Going down on you, he's sloppy and wet, and loud. Loud long slurps as he devours you like a man starved

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Rough at any pace, depends on how long he can stay. If he has hours or even all night, he'll take his time and make sure you're thoroughly worked over and boneless. But most of the time, he doesn't have that kind of time, so you'll get some head spinning quickies that steal your breath and leave you in a tizzy

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Hell yeah. He'll be on the run and stop by to get his dick wet, leave you with a cute bloody note and be back in a month for more~ ;)

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Absolutely

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

P damn good. He can go a couple of rounds, take a quick break to catch his breath, and keep going for quite a while. He still needs basic human needs though, so maybe make sure he drinks some water so he doesn't pass out on ya, cuz he might.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Unfortunately it's not super conducive to carry toys around when you don't really have a settling spot, so he uses yours. Double teams on you with your vibrator

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Huge sadistic tease. I mean, he thinks the few minutes before a kill are a tease, so. Be prepared for this man to come onto you while you are under his knife. He's a huge nasty flirt, and he will always be at least a little sexual.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Noisy, but not super loud. Groans and dirty talks in your ear or against your neck, calls you names, degrades you a bit and tries to embarrass you

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He's both a sadist and a masochist. Honestly the type to give you some of his blood if he's crazy for you. Has no qualms about fucking you next to a dead body either. Steals your underwear and cums in them for you to find. The most likely to have a piss kink, unfortunately. Literally just the grossest boy ever omg. I pretty much just use this section as a catch all for stuff that doesn't fit anywhere else huh djddhsjf

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words

6 inches but thick. Girthy. Super sensitive on the tip.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Very high. One of the highest sex drives out of all of them, can go for ours and even when he's gone soft he wants to keep going. Very needy and grabby and flirty.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He's gotta really trust you. He gets super paranoid that you're either gonna kill him, or call the cops on him, so usually he waits til you fall asleep and then leaves

#jeff the killer smut #creepypasta smut #minors dni #kinktober #my writing #my posts

[eijishimas]

katsuki is big and mean boy who is uber softie for his pretty girl ITS CANNON!! i stand by this esp in yakuza au

mafia!katsu makes sure his cute girl gets the luxuries she deserves (even if she insists she doesn’t want them), gets back in time after beating ppl up to cuddle her and finger her until she’s pliant and drooling... ik her eyes get his heart racing bc he’s a simp basically ✊✊

YAKUZA KATSUKI??? DID SOMEONE SAY YAKUZA KATSUKI IM DROOLING—

i fucking love au’s please send more i will write them

i mention blood in here like one time, just wanted to let u know just incase

thirsts are open for THE katsuki bakugou only (bc it’s his day ig ✋🏼🙄)

big bad mafia boss katsuki prides himself for being unbreakable. he isn’t one to let up his position for anything. whether that be withholding information from enemies, refusing to give up the precious drugs that’s on the market, or even eliminating fools who dare try to contest him. it’s simply what came with the job. he expected this. what he didn’t expect was how you had him wrapped around your pretty little finger like a doll on strings. he was at your every whim, whether you liked it or not.

one moment he would be bargaining drug deals and illegal guns, the next he would be pausing at the display case of the jewelry store eyeing a priceless necklace that would look so pretty around your neck. he got it for you, of course, in more unconventional ways than more. whether that be paying a ludicrous amount of money, stolen money, for it or taking it by force himself. whatever he saw fit for you, he would find a way to spoil his little princess by any means necessary.

when katsuki arrives home late, you’re never surprised. he says he has important business to attend to, which you clue in that he had to “deal with someone in the only way they understand.” he wipes his hands clean of blood before showing off whatever luxury item he brought home for you that day. that pretty necklace, an expensive tea, a dress that sparkled like a million diamonds, it varied. anything you could ever want was yours, so long as you stayed. katsuki needed you to stay with him. you were the only thing that reminded him that there was still some godforsaken humanity in him, with how he cooed to you between the sheets, how he praised you for being such a good girl for him. you were his princess, spoiled and stupid for whining over his cock.

mafia!katsuki fucks you dumb, i just know it. he likes seeing you in total submission for him, eyes wide and innocent as he rams his hard dick into your squelching pussy. it makes your face hot with embarrassment, your hands clawing at his scar ridden back from previous altercations he’s had with rival gangs. it makes him hiss, cock twitching within your addictive heat. he’s groaning, the headboard kissing the wall with each rough thrust of his hips yet he can’t stop. he’s rather addicted to hearing you moan, his body flush against yours as his fingers greedily rub at your clit to get you to cum screaming his name, the satisfaction of knowing only he can make you feel this good runs through his veins.

after he finishes inside of you, he holds you to his chest, telling you how grateful he fucking is that you put up with all his shit. he would never let anyone lay a finger on you, that’s for certain. anyone who dared look at you wrong had a death sentence. it’s a good thing his enemies didn’t see how much of a teddy bear your boyfriend became behind closed doors, with his hands skimming your figure as he casually massages your breasts. that would definitely kill his rep as the number one mob boss that ruled musutafu.

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