#me as that bundle of dynamite

[dollsbakery]

hello, hope ur doin well

i saw some of ya stuff and liked it, and wanted to request a bakugo x reader w like a size kink ig

(idk specifics mb)

thank you

‘ Sweetheart ’ - Dilf!Bakugou x Reader

TW: NOT PROOF READ, Size Kink, Age Difference, Dilf!Bakugou, Manipulation, Exploiting, Slight Noncon, Creampie, Pinning, Penetration, Overstimulation, Cheating, Slight Daddy Kink, Degradation, Manhandling, Praise, Pet Names, Stomach Bulge

“No! I don’t know why you can’t see how wrong it is. Do you know how embarrassing it is for me when I have to tell my friends my girlfriend babysits a Pro Hero’s kid? You spend most of your time at fucking BaKuGo’S hOuSe! Fuck Y/N! It- It’s fucking wrong! I bet you’re fucking him, HAHA! I BET YOU ARE, AREN’T YOU!?”

You roll your eyes, humming along as your insecure boyfriend once again accuses you of fucking another man. Fuck, you may as well be a Porn star by the amount of men he claims you fuck. Besides, your job is not like that! Five days a week you go over to Mr Bakugou’s house, say a simple ‘Good Morning!’, see him off, and babysit his child all day. Sweet little Clem. She’s an adorable little doll, a kind five year old girl, who admires her Daddy very much. Now, you have to admit, Mr Bakugou is a very, handsome man, to say the least. You always shiver when you notice your eyes linger at his… massive arms, for a little too long. The way sweat drips down his husky chest when he gets home from work. The way said sweat makes his shirt cling to his defined abs.

“Y/N! ARE YOU EVEN FUCKING LISTENING? YOU’RE A FUCKING SLU-“

You end the call.

Fuck.

You promised yourself you’d stop thinking about Mr Bakugou like that. For fuck sake, he’s like double your age! Even so, that doesn’t change how fucking fine that hunk of a man is. You sigh, rolling over in your bed as you look at your phone once more.

‘23:47’ It read.

You should probably get some sleep. With a heavy groan, you reluctantly set your alarm on your phone and turn to lie on your back.

Tapping your fingers in a random rhythm on your stomach, you devilishly bite your lip, slightly grinning through it. Your alarm will go off in seven hours, so theoretically… you have enough time for a quick stress relief session with that new Dynamite toy you just bought…

Pulling up to the luxurious and modern house, you step out your car and lock it with a smile.

‘I can’t wait to see Clem today, I’m sure she’ll love that new recipe I found’ you mumble to yourself. Ringing the doorbell, you stiffen up your posture and put on your most welcoming face. The door swings open to reveal a disheveled man.

Mr Bakugou’s still dressed in his sleepwear? His blonde fluffy hair is more a bundle of mess than it normally is. His black sleeveless tee hangs low on his chest, revealing his swell chest, and fucking bulky biceps. Fuck… he looks so good. He also looks… sweaty?

Seeing Mr Bakugou looking so dazed, sweaty, and unshaved for once (You’ve always loved his stubble) was almost too much.

“Good morning Sir, where’s Clementine?”

He bashfully rubs the back of his head, as he leans against his front door, looking down at you. Was he always this tall? You don’t remember ever having to look up at him.

“Fuck, I forgot to tell you. Clem’s spending the week at her Mom’s. That stupid woman decided she’s finally interested in our daughter.” He grumbled.

You pout slightly, you were really looking forward to spending time with Clem today.

“Oh no worries! Uhm, are you okay though? You seem a bit flustered..” the small question filled with genuine concern was enough to earn another grumble from Mr Bakugou.

“I’m fine sweet cheeks, no need to start doting over me.” He chuckles.

His morning voice is so fuckin raspy and deep. Fuck-

“Come in, the least I can do is make you some breakfast for making you get up so early.”

With a gentle smile, you enter the man’s home and make your way to the kitchen. Placing yourself on a stool at his beautiful island, you rest your cheeks on your hands and softly nibble on the inside of your cheek. Bakugou makes his way round to the other side of the kitchen and begins pulling ingredients out. Whilst cracking an egg on the rim of a bowl, Mr Bakugou looks up through his eyebrows towards you. He doesn’t miss the way your eyes linger on his hands.

‘His hands are huge compared to that bowl holy shit. He’s like a fuckin’ giant’

Your mind begins to talk and talk, as your eyes stare deeper and deeper at his veiny hands.

“Oi.”

Mr Bakugou breaks the silence.

“What’s up with you, hah?” He grins.

Fuck, did he catch you ogling him?

“Oh, uhm. Sorry. I’m a bit out of it today.. me and my boyfriend had an argument last night.”

Good save. If you could pat yourself on the back right now, you definitely would’ve. Mr Bakugou’s face turns sour, a scoff leaving his mouth. He makes his way round the island and stands behind you. Compared to you he really is a giant. His chest completely conceals you from whatever behind you. Slowly, he leans down, his hand making its way to your thigh, his mouth next to your ear.

“Y’know, I could treat you much better than your childish little boyfriend. Hm? I mean, could your little boyfriend do this?”

Before you could even think of a reply, he spins you round on the stool and lifts you onto his shoulder with a single arm. He chuckles at the squeal you let out, as your fists pound against his back.

“PUT ME DOWN! B-BAKUGOU!”

Using his free hand, he lays a single, harsh slap on your ass, instantly causing you to go limp in his hold.

“That’s Sir to you. Don’t you want a big, strong man to take care of you? Think about it sweetheart, you’d never have to lift a finger, anything you want you’d get. New dress? I’ll take you shopping. Your car broke down? I’ll fuckin’ buy you a whole dealership. Imagine it Princess, you could leave your immature, insecure, weak little boy toy, and be taken care of by a strong, rich man.”

Wiggling in his grip, your ass sways slightly, giving Bakugou a beautiful view as he tilts his head to the side to watch your futile struggles.

“I’ve seen how you look at me Princess. You think you’re slick? Hah, you may as well of just fingered your self in my bed and wait for me to get home and see you like that. You’ve done that before though, haven’t you? Bit of a dumb little slut sometimes hm? Forgot to change my sheets. Or did you leave that puddle there for me to find? I bet you did. Wanna be a little whore for Daddy? Yeah you do”

Two thick fingers begin rubbing your pussy through your leggings, causing you to grip onto the back of your bosses shirt.

“S-Sir! I- fuck~”

You whine, pushing your bottom half closer towards your bosses fingers.

Bakugou began rubbing faster, nudging your clit every so often. With each whine and moan you let out, the deeper his shit eating grin becomes.

“S-Bakugou! Please! I need to- I need to cum!” You cry, tears welling from your eyes.

“Cmon’ pretty girl. Cum for Daddy!”

His praise sends a shockwave through your pussy, as you dig your fingers into his lower back and cum through your panties and leggings.

“Atta’ girl, good~ slut.” He hums, as he carries you through his house and into his bedroom.

Gently, he places you down on his bed and begins stripping you down. Every time his hand went near your pussy, you whined from lack of attention, silently begging for more. Bakugou reaches under his bed and pulls out some red rope.

“Bakugou..?” You mutter.

He grins as he uses one hand to pin your arms above your head, and the other to skilfully wrap the rope around your wrists, binding them together. Instinctively, your earlier struggles return, as you begin to thrash around.

His hand slams down on your throat, pinning you down to the bed firmly with one movement.

“If you struggle one more time, I’ll beat your ass black and blue, understand?”

…

“Yes Sir.”

Bakugou hums in acknowledgment, as he reaches under his bed again and pulls out a vibrator.

“Please~” You sob. Bakugou grins.

“Please what? Use your words baby.”

“I want you! I want your dick not some stupid plastic vibrator!” You whine.

“You need to earn my dick. You’ll cum from this ‘stupid plastic’ toy as many times as i want, then you’ll have my fucking dick. Sluts don’t make orders, they listen and obey, yeah?”

You bite back another sob.

“Yes Sir…”

Flicking the vibrator on, he pushes it right up against your clit, causing you to instantly throw your head back.

“Please~ not there! Not- FUCK- NOT THAT QUICK! T-TURN IT DOWN!” You plead, your back arching to attempt and relieve your pussy from the torturing pleasure.

With a heavy growl, Bakugou places on hand on your stomach and pushes down, keeping you stiffly planted in place.

“Fuck, look at that. My hands big enough it almost covers the entirety of your stomach!”

You look down and notice he’s right, and for some reason, this sends you over the edge. Your toes curl and your legs convulse as you cum for the second time in under 15 minutes.

“KATSUKI!”

He turns the vibrator onto full blast and he feels his cock beginning to strain against his boxers.

“Mhmh, one more time baby, cmon’ I know you can do it.”

Pressing the vibrator slightly harder against your clit, once again sending you over the edge.

“Good~ girl. What a good slut for Daddy, hm?”

Letting go of your stomach and tossing the vibrator to the side, Bakugou quickly slides his boxers off and pulls his top over his head. Somehow he looks even fucking bigger now, and you fucking love it.

Looking up at his through your tears, you whine once more.

“You’re a whiny little bitch aren’t you? What’re you crying about now huh?”

“S-Sir… I don’t know if I can cum again” You mumble through your fucked out state.

Bakugou grabs either sides of your waist and pulls you to the edge of the bed, nudging your pussy with his cock. Just by that small contact, you know he’s fucking massive down there. It should be expected though..

“If I say you’re gonna take my cock. You’re gonna fucking take my cock.”

Bakugou bites his lip as he slips his cock inside you, watching intently as your face contorts from tiredness, to pure bliss. His eyes trail down to your pussy as he watches his dick disappear inside of you.

“Fuckkk~” He moans, as he looks up at her stomach and almost cums right there and then. Letting out an also animalistic growl, Bakugou rubs his hand over your stomach and stares at the stomach bulge. Leaning forward and using one hand to grab your hair and force your head to look down at your stomach, he screams.

“Look. LOOK! Can you see that? That’s me inside of you Princess. Yeah~ you’re right where you belong, below me. Holy shit-“

Slowly, he puts his hand back on your waist and begins pumping in and out of you, picking up speed the more you moan.

“FUCk! You take me so well Princess! I’m gonna mould your pussy so only I can pleasure you. Yeah? You’d like that? Course’ you would you fucking slut.”

With each word Bakugou thrusts harder and harder, indulging in the way you throw your head back and cry his name out.

“Please~ PLEASE.. KA- KATSUKI PLEASE LET ME CUM!”

“Mhmh, cum. Cum for me beautiful.” Bakugou whines, throwing his own head back as you both cum together.

Panting, he pulls out of you, licking his lips at the sight of his cum leaking out of your pussy. Sighing with pleasure, he picks you up and places you under the sheets on his bed, climbing in beside you and rubbing the side of your face.

“You were so good for me.” He mumbles.

“So… are we, a thing? You don’t care about my age?” You look up at him, fear in your eyes.

He holds back a smile and kisses the tip of your nose.

“No sweetheart, I don’t care. You’re mine now, besides, Clementine already loves you.” Bakugou chuckles.

…

Thank you for the request! This was my first time using a Size Kink prompt so I hope I did it some justice at least 😭.

I hope it met your expectations!

P.S. I’ll be filling out my other requests very soon :)

#mha smut #bakugou x reader #bakugou smut #size difference #smut #katsuki bakugo mha #katsuki x you #my hero academia

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☰ 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

⧫ Character: Sukuna

⧫ Reader: female

⧫ Wordcount: 1.0k

⧫ Summary: You summon the king of curses because you heard a little tale about how curses will lead you to the light of venus but you didn’t expect it to become reality.

⧫ WARNINGS: sub!reader, loss of virginity, dub con, oral (f! receiving), unprotected sex, breeding kink, degradation, choking

⧫ A/n: don’t want to miss a post? Sign up for my Taglist in my Navi! | Based on the song „Demons are a girls best friend“ by Powerwolf

Oh silly little girl. Did no one tell you to lock the door and close the windows at night? Look at what you got yourself into, bow down and he might show mercy.

Of course you heard the rumors they told you before but they’re just bedtime stories - aren’t they? Just like Bloody Mary wouldn’t get you killed, summoning the king of curses Sukuna would be the same, a whole lot of nothing happening. And that’s exactly what you did, leave the window wide open, the doors unlocked and the candle burning out when you called for the curse.

When nothing happened, you stood in your room in the pitch black, the wind whipping through branches outside just like before, you started to laugh because this was exactly what you thought would happen - Nothing. But oh how naive you were, you silly little thing. When you were lying in your bed, safe and sound under your blanket is when you felt his presence, only daring to take a peek at the man - the thing - standing at the end of your bed in his full glory, staring down at his latest victim. Ryomen Sukuna.

„Wave your innocence goodbye, little girl. Let me take you to the light of Venus tonight“ he hummed in this sickening smooth voice of his, sending shivers down your spine. A nightmare, that’s what you thought it was, having fallen asleep a long while ago under the safety of your blanket but the moment his ice cold skin touched your warm one, you realized that it wasn’t just a stupid nursery rhyme they tell. This was real - He was real and regret ran through you when you remembered the exact lines: And when your sleep is haunted in the night, girl, don't you dare to seek for candle light cause in the dark your demons come as carnal dynamite. Curses of the night come and take her hand - curses are a girl's best friend.

You wanted to scream and fight this thing, but if they’re supposed to be your best friend, can it really be this bad? The light of Venus sounded promising, a taboo you were about to break by succumbing to the inevitable pleasure the curses promised. Willingly you lifted your covers and spread your thighs to welcome him to which he only smirked. „What a compliant little girl you are“ he mused with this silk like voice of his, licking a long stripe from your thigh to your pretty little core. Delighted at how the anticipation had you dripping just for him, he wasted no time to rid you of this constricting fabric on your hips.

You were such a good sacrifice, letting him spread your folds with his long fingers to let his demonic sharp tongue flick over your bundle of nerves without begging him not to do this - you both knew he would do this with or without your permission. You summoned him and he came to collect his payment.

Being caressed like this for the first time had you whining out at the unfamiliar burning spreading through your lower abdomen and with one more suck on your sensitive clit he had you hurling over the edge into a soul crushing orgasm. A virgins first orgasm was truly a sight to behold, the way you squirmed and moaned out from his never ending onslaught on your bundle of nerves, trying to push his head away but he wouldn’t move until he had you reduced to tears. But oh little girl, don’t get too caught up on your pleasure, you only deserved this for inviting him so willingly - but he is still about to ruin you.

Without giving you time to process anything happening, you found yourself bent in half, your knees pressed tightly against your chest as you felt his thick length prodding at your untouched entrance. Any normal woman would struggle to take him already, his cock long and heavy, drooping at the sheer weight it held. The pain of being stretched and stuffed so full had you screaming, mind going numb when he pushed himself inside of you with a single thrust. Your cries and pleas were music to his ears - this was what he’s here for after all, ruining you for being so dumb and summoning him.

Your tight walls were barely able to handle him, wrapping around him tightly and making him hiss but he promised the light of Venus so you never once complained, only begged him to make it stop hurting. Cooing at you to mock you, he had this sick grin on his face, his pace hard and fast as he abused your poor untouched hole, ruining you for any other man to come. However, your cries soon turned to moans which drove him insane, not wanting to hear you in pure ecstasy, he wanted you to cry and scream for him to stop, his hand snaking around your throat in an effort to silence you. When your eyes rolled back into your skull he thought he might held onto your throat too long but the clenching of your cunt told him otherwise - you were enjoying this a little too much as you came around him.

Your walls spasming around him in such vigor had him spilling his seed inside of you, a guttural groan escaping him as he buried himself deep inside of you. „Such a little slut for a curse. Do you like to be filled up like this?“ he asked in a hushed voice, harshly gripping your chin to make you look at him and in your fucked out state you only nodded, not wanting him to stop. „Your little slut“ you whimpered out with a stupid smile, head completely foggy from the sensations running through you but before you were able to regain your posture he was gone, his sticky seed running out of your little cunt and onto the sheets. Little do you know that the king of curses found a liking to you and how eager you were to be his little breeding whore and who knows - maybe he will be guiding you to the light of Venus again soon…

Networks: @tokyometronetwork

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader #sukuna x reader #sukuna smut #jjk smut #ryomen sukuna #jjk sukuna #sukuna x you

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Boom pt I

I just wrote this. (Instead of working on my 4000wips but what else is new?) It's totally random and silly and that was exactly what I needed today.

Eddie Munson x gn!reader

Words: 694 ||Contentwarnings: implication of violent moshpit, Eddie's elbow to readers face (he's so sorry), bruising, mention of various explosives, strangers to stupidly enamoured strangers, hurt/comfort I guess?, fluff I guess?, meet cute if you're into that sorta thing?||

One moment, you’re screaming kicking jumping your heart out in a moshpit and in the next, your cheekbone explodes.

Well, at least that's how it feels.

“Shitshitshitshiiiit,” chants the dynamite into the break between two songs. “So sorry, shit, you okay? Hey, hey, can you look at me?”

You can and you do, reluctantly removing your hand from your face. Mr Gunpowder stares at you with wide dark eyes out of a hot, sweaty face that also looks like explosives; with his sharp drippy jaw and sensual mouth and oh, he’s biting his full, pink bottom lip now in another attempt to blow your head up. Okay, yeah, it’s more a worried than a steamy gesture but holy shit; if that’s what he looks like worried, you want to devastate him.

“How bad is it?”

He scrunches up his adorable nose. “Already bruising—“

          ‘LET’S MAKE THIS A BLOOD BATH!’ the frontman shouts and counts in his drummer.

“Nope!” TNT-guy says, loops his sticky arm under yours and pulls you through the crowd faster than the blast beat.

“WHERE ARE WE GOING?”

“BAR! ICE!”

—

You sigh with relief as the cold sinks into your hot, throbbing cheek and you have to close your eyes because you’re a bit dizzy and you’re not sure if it’s caused by the smack in the head or by Nitroglycerin Incarnate who’s gently holding a bundle of ice cubes wrapped in a dishtowel to your face.

Whatever it is, you thank the universe for adrenaline.

“I’m so so sorry!” he says for the hundredth time, then you feel his fingers brush your sweaty hair behind your ear. “Let me know when you feel sick? You want some water? I’m sooo sorry.”

“It’s alright!”

“No, noooo, it’s not—“

“It’s a grindcore show, Granade-boy. Shit like that happens—“

“What— what did you call me?”

You could swear the confusion in his voice is laced with a smirk but it’s still plenty loud here at the bar so you open your eyes.

So he has dimples too.

 “What I was saying,” you deflect and your face stings when you smile, “don’t beat yourself up over this… One black eye is enough for one night!”

He tilts his head back and groans. You shiver and mentally mark five mouth-watering spots where you want to bite his neck before he looks back at you; totally heartbroken. “Too soon!”

“Wait! Shouldn’t that be my line?”

“Yes! Exactly,” he shakes his head, a soft smile contrasting the furrowed brows. “You’re way too cool about the fact that some asshole just nearly cracked your skull with his elbow.”

“Exploded,” you explain casually.

“W-what?”

“That’s what it felt like on impact.”

“Ah,” a satisfied noise, smooth, warm. “Granade-boy. Now I get it. Can cross this out as a sign of concussion then.” He carefully removes the ice from your face to look at the bruise. Tilting his head, his eyes rest heavy on your cheek before his gaze travels to your eyes and won’t leave again; it’s galvanic, sends a current down your spine that forces your ribs to expand and your pelvis to twitch on the barstool he ordered you to sit on. “It’s Eddie.”

Eddie takes a step closer, the damp fabric of his shirt ghosting your knees and brings the ice slowly back to your skin, wincing when you do. Sorry, he mouthes silently and breaks into a wide, toothy smile when you roll your eyes playfully.

“Nice to meet you, Eddie.”

“Unbelievable.” The residual red of exertion and excitement on his cheeks deepens again. “Really nice to meet you too... badass bitch.”

Your laugh is a hearty bark; it also hurts but, oh my, is it worth it when Eddie joins you with his smooth, deep cackle. He doesn't stop, even when you lean back, chuckling and moaning, to hold your cheek. His stomach meets your knees, the ice clinks softly as he drops it to the counter. He’s gently holding on to your shoulders, his right hand cold and wet against your skin. “Too soon?” he smirks and you laugh out again.

“What’s your name?” he asks and swallows hard, repeating your name after you like it's a charm. “Can I buy you pizza?”

“They have pizza here?”

“No.”

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson x you #Eddie Munson x afab!reader #shortfic #my fic

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close to home | chapter seventy six

close to home | chapter seventy six

plot: the reader fights to get back to her family

series masterlist

Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 2,333 Warnings: violence, blood, typical twd

You could smell the early spring air wafting in from the open windows. The sun illuminated your bedroom in golden rays, creating long shadows that forested the wall. A warm breeze pushed back the soft baby hairs that had fallen from the braid that fell down your back. 

Standing at the window was a figure you knew too well. With dark jeans hanging low on his waist, you could see the dimples on his back. His tattoo was the only scarred tissue on his skin, and as you slowly walked up to him and reached out your arms, your skin was perfectly smooth and showed no signs of the hurt you’d been through. 

Protected in his arms, your newborn daughter was bundled in a pink blanket, sleeping peacefully in her father’s arms. 

He looked down at you with that half-lazy smile and a happy shine in his eyes. “Hi, darlin’.” His voice was as thick as honey, and it poured over you, wrapping you up in a feeling of safety. 

You ran your hand down his shoulder, feeling how perfectly smooth his skin was. There were no bumps or scars. He had never been hurt, just like you. The two of you were safe here. 

“The light,” You said suddenly, nodding your head towards the setting sun. “It’s so bright out.” 

“It’s lighting up the way for you.”

You squinted as the light slowly brightened. The trees beyond your family’s land were being overtaken by the light. “I’m home?”

“Isn’t this the place you miss the most?” He asked you. “The place you always felt the safest?”

You couldn’t take your eyes off the blinding light. It was swallowing field by field. “How did we get here?”

“We’ve always been here.”

“It’s so bright…”

“Does it make you feel safe?”

You nodded, reaching out as the light came even closer. “It feels like home. It feels like a blanket of warmth. Like nothing could touch me.”

“Nothing can hurt you here, darlin’. You’ll be safe with us here. Just me, you, and Josie.”

His words wisped away with the wind as the light came closer, circling and embracing your hand. Shivers ran up and down your arms as you felt the warmth seep into your skin. You closed your eyes as you basked in the touch. 

“Open your eyes, darlin’.” 

Your eyes shot open, and you were blinded by the light of a flashlight. There was pressure on your back, and you groaned loudly as you tried to remember what happened. Memories of the dynamite and the ground shaking reminded you exactly what happened and what was going on. 

Dirt coated your face and itched your scalp. You clenched your fingers into a fist in the dirt, and you tried to move. A shrill ache went straight through your skull, and you struggled to lift yourself up. 

A broken wooden beam rested on your back, and you had to pull yourself forward to crawl out. A painful cry fell from your lips as your head swooned. You didn’t need to see a doctor to tell you that you had a concussion--you remembered enough of your medical schooling to tell you the symptoms, despite how long it'd been and how much you’d forgotten. 

You shivered as you stood, touching a sore part of your skull and feeling flaky, dried blood fall off. You nearly lost your balance when you reached down to grab the flashlight but used the wooden beam to support you. It had landed on some rock next to you, and it didn’t escape you that those rocks were the only reason you were alive. 

You cursed under your breath as you leaned against one of the bigger rocks. Your bow. It was on you during the explosion. You slowly searched the area until you pulled it out, but the quiver on your back and all the arrows were broken. You wanted to cry at the sight of it. 

You spotted your husband’s bag five feet away, and it took all your strength to push off the rocks that had it pinned down. You had to tell yourself that he was fine, that he got out before Carol did. He wasn’t down here when shit hit the fan. 

You’d only just pulled it over your shoulders when you heard Magna’s voice. “(Y/N), thank God. I thought you were dead.” 

Using your flashlight, you spotted her further down the tunnel. Connie was with her. You sighed with relief as you stumbled your way toward them. 

“How long have you been awake?” You said as you signed.

“Long enough to find Connie and wait for her to get up. I thought you were dead. I kept yelling for you, but I couldn’t find you. I can barely stand. My head hurts so bad,” Magna said. 

You shook your head. “I’m alive. We need to move, though. It could still be unstable, and the noise will bring walkers. I don’t wanna be here if the ground above us collapses.”

Where are we supposed to go?

“This isn’t the only way out. Just the one we found first. We gotta go back and push in. It’s the only way we can get out. Even those freaks didn’t come in this way.” You adjusted your bow and bag, grimacing as the movement hurt your head. “I’m finding a way out of here. I’m not dying in this shithole.”

***

The cave continued to be a network of tunnels and debris. Your flashlight finally went out, and the only one left was Magna’s. Once it went out, you’d be stumbling around in the darkness. So, no matter how bad your head hurt or how much Magna said you all needed a break, you kept pushing forward. The image of Josie’s sweet little face kept pushing you. You needed to get home for her. You wouldn’t leave her without her mother. 

You retraced your steps and found a network of tunnels down. Which was where the horde was, but it also meant that the exit was somewhere there, too. Alpha couldn’t have smuggled in tens of thousands of walkers easily. 

Around a bend of rocks and dirt, you heard voices and smelt smoke, and you quickly grabbed the flashlight from Magna and turned it off. In the dark, you took a deep breath and whispered. “I heard freaks. Stay here.”

Then you were approaching the bend and peaking around the corner. Three people were standing around on watch, each holding a pike of fire. You turned back and went to Magna. “There’s three of them. If we can get to them and take them out, we can wear their masks and get the hell out of here.”

“And Connie?”

“It’s too damn dark for her not to know what’s going on. She can’t read our lips down here or see us sign. If we get separated...” You said. You grabbed Connie’s hand and traced STAY into her palm. She gave your hand a squeeze, and then you pulled out your machete. “Let’s go.”

You were thankful for the dark as you crept along the rock walls. You were too far out to be seen from the light of the fire, which worked to your advantage. You twisted the knife in your hand as you approached the one closest to you. 

Not hesitating for a single second, you grabbed the torch in their hand at the same time you drove your knife home into the back of its head. Carefully setting the body down, you held the torch low. Magna was in the works of killing the second freak on watch, and you quickly approached the last one. 

After its body dropped, Magna went to grab Connie. You set the torch down on the dirt as you knelt beside one of the freaks. Your stomach turned as you pulled off the mask. Then you collected the other two, and when Magna and Connie came over, you gave them two. 

“This shit reeks,” Magna complained. 

You tied the strings around the back of your neck as you breathed through your mouth. “Yeah, I know. Come on, we need to keep pushing forward.”

***

You heard the roaring before you knew you’d found the horde. You’d been walking around for hours trying to find a way out when you nearly walked straight into the horde itself. With the masks, none of the walkers paid close attention to you as they circled around themselves. All but one. 

So you slowly walked by its side and brought it toward where Magna and Connie were waiting. Then you put it down. 

“What are you doing?”

“The Whisperers know what masks look like on humans. They’ll recognize us, don’t you think?” You said, signing the best you could with the machete in your hand. “We need to cover ourselves up and get through the horde. I was able to see the rock wall, which means the exit is on the other side.”

You want us to follow the walkers out?

You nodded. “If we can find where they brought the walkers in. We’ll get out. I’m sure they’ll have some people on watch, but we can take care of that.”

Then, without waiting any longer, you drove the machete into the walker's gut and started cutting. It didn’t take long until the three of you were coated enough to take the masks off. But you shoved them into your bag in case they’d be useful later. 

“Alright… I’ll lead.” You whispered as the three of you approached the horde. “Connie in the middle, Magna in the back.”

Neither of them disagreed or argued with you, and you took the first step into the horde. Your stomach turned at the overwhelming stench of them. Bodies pushed into you, and each deep groan in your ear had you sweating. 

I’m getting home to my daughter. I’m getting home to my husband, you kept repeating in your mind. Any time a panic bubble started, that was all you needed to think about. Home. Josie. Your husband. It was everything you needed to keep pushing forward. 

It wasn’t until you were halfway through the horde that you noticed that the horde was starting to move. You knew it couldn’t have been you, and when you spotted a few Whisperers about twenty feet in front of you, you knew they were leading them out of the cave. 

So you lowered your head and followed them out. 

***

It was midday by the time you realized Connie and Magna weren’t behind you, and you’d managed to get away from the horde by walking at a slant and dropping into a small riverside trench. You waited in the mud until the horde passed, and then some to be sure. 

When you finally got the chance to look out and ensure you were safely away from them, you collapsed into the river and finally let the tears flow. 

You desperately washed the blood off your face and hair, bathing yourself in the cold water to relieve the ache in your head. The water around you was painted red when your face felt clean. You didn’t give a damn about your clothes being soaked. They were so filthy with human and walker blood that water was preferable. 

You moved north in the river until it was safe to drink, and you did so until you threw up. Your stomach grumbled hungrily as you made your way up the riverbed.

Where was the horde going? Alpha knew that you knew where the horde was. As much as you hated to admit it, Alpha was smart. She would move the horde or use it to attack. Your eyes slowly widened as you thought about the closest community to the cave systems. 

“Hilltop…” You breathed out. 

***

You had never run faster in your life. You didn’t stop to kill passing walkers. You didn’t pause to catch a breath. You ignored every ache and pain in your body to keep yourself moving. You had to get to Hilltop. You had to warn them. 

You didn’t know when you passed the horde. You only knew from the smell that carried on the wind. You couldn’t see it, but you could hear it. But you caught up to it quickly, thanks to how slow the rotting corpses walked.

 And while a part of you wanted to go back into the horde and try to find Connie and Magna, you knew it was useless. They had to figure a way out of the horde themselves. You couldn’t help them. But the Hilltop. You could help them. 

So you kept running. Mile after mile, adrenaline pushed you. It was the only thing that kept you moving. It was the only thing that could get you back to your baby, to your husband. If he was anywhere, he’d be at Hilltop. And you prayed to God that he hadn’t brought Josie there after the attacks on Alexandria. You prayed to God he wasn’t even at Hilltop, to begin with. 

It wasn’t until you were a mile from Hilltop that you allowed yourself to run slower. You had an ache in your side that’d been persistent the past two miles. You knew you were on the verge of passing out, but God be damned if you didn’t make it there. 

Your shirt was soaked with sweat as you saw the wooden posts of Hilltops walls, and you cried in relief. Your legs were shaking as you ran up the dirt road. You could see people on watch moving around on their posts. But you knew when they sat you because you heard someone yelling to open the gates. 

As soon as you ran past the walls, the overwhelming sensation of being amongst friends hit you, despite the danger on its way, your legs gave out and you collapsed onto your knees in the dirt. 

#daryl x y/n #daryl dixion x reader #daryl fanfiction #the walking dead daryl #daryl dixon x reader #daryl twd #twd #daryl x reader #daryl x you #daryl dixon

[in-death-we-fall]

Aesthetics of Hate

This is the House of Nine. There is a horror that echoes through its walls. There is a horror that shifts and broods. A horror that coils itself into a moment of truth. This is our house. We have heard it sing.

It’s started again, hasn’t it? That’s why we’re back. That’s why we’ve… changed.

Back? Listen.

We never left.

Slipknot’s drug, alcohol and ego problems are history. No longer at war with each other, the only struggle now is finding a way to finish it.

Words: Ken McIntyre. Pics: Steve Brown.

Aka the one that aged like milk. Many thanks to @incredizort for sharing your collection. (docs link)

The are the village people of the damned, a psychedelic terror circus populated by depressed clowns, obsessive-compulsives, misanthropes, cyborgs, droogs, ghouls, and goblins. Their sound is a barrage of noise and confusion, a bundle of hiss and the dynamiting of mountains. They look like escaped mental patients on Halloween, and their demeanor vacillates between grandiose and openly hostile. They are Slipknot, and they are legion.

Since 1995, these nine creatures of latex and bone from the fertile plains of Des Moines, Iowa, have lorded over their dysfunctional kingdom of maggots and problem children with shaky hands that have often succumbed to their own wretched excesses. As the band went from strength to strength, from the runaway freight train of their 1999 self-titled debut album to the embittered, embattled success of 2001’s Iowa and their surprisingly tuneful comeback, 2004’s Vol. 3: (The Subliminal Verses), Slipknot scaled unheard-of heights for an extreme metal band, snapping up Gold and Platinum albums, winning Grammy awards, infiltrating the mainstream like sinister double agents.

But none of it came easy, and lurking behind the mask was a band at war with itself; a band riddled with drug, alcohol, and ego problems. In 2005, the levy finally broke, and Sipknot took a much-needed break, the various members healing, mending fences, and exploring other creative avenues. Singer Corey Taylor and guitarist Jim Root returned to Stone Sour, drummer Joey Jordison played with a myriad of bands, from Korn to Metallica, and drummer and visual artist Shawn ‘Clown’ Crahan produced the revealing ‘Knot-doc Voliminal: Inside The Nine, among other projects.

But they could not avoid their fates forever, and so Slipknot return with a roaring new album, All Hope Is Gone, which pits a burgeoning retro-thrash metal obsession and their recent flirtations with melody against their original vision of pure, bloodlusting aggression and brutality. And with this latest dispatch from the abyss comes the expected media saturation, as well as an endless arc of tours and festivals and television performances. It is during the brief calm before the storm that Metal Hammer catches up with Slipknot, rehearsing their new set at Wells fargo Arena in downtown Des Moines.

Slipknot (left to right): Shawn ‘Clown’ Crahan, Chris Fehn, Craig Jones, Joey Jordison, Paul Gray, Mick Thomson, James Root, Sid Wilson Corey Taylor

They say it’s what’s inside you that counts.

That’s what scares me.

It’s in all of us

It’s what binds us that makes us clash. It will happen again.

We’re twisted pieces of the same puzzle. Nine faces that speak with one voice.

The voice of madness…?

Is it normal to be practising in an arena? Shawn ‘Clown’ Crahan (percussion): “It’s not normal, but it’s not surprising at the level we’re at. It was my idea to do this, to practise in the small room and get it tight, and then to come out here and get the feeling of the arena again. Otherwise, you’re practising in people’s houses, and we’re nine brothers. Imagine nine brothers with nine families and everybody running with different crews, and all having different morals and standards and spiritualities. Imagine that fuckin’ insanity. So this makes sense.”

Des Moines had a series of floods recently. Did they affect the band at all? Corey Taylor (vocals): “Not really. I spent a couple days running around saving my friends. Everybody I knew with the exception of just a couple people lived on the flood plain, so I was just going out and helping people get the fuck out of there. I had a house full of people for a week.”

For years now, there have been allegations that you guys all hate each other. Is the band still dysfunctional? Joey Jordison (drums): “Yeah, we are dysfunctional. But I mean, we all grew up together. Me and Mick [Thompson (sic), guitar] are like, best friends, and I used to detest that guy. We fuckin’ hated each other, man. And Shawn, me and him are probably the closest brothers in the whole band, but we probably get along the least because we love each other so much, and we control a lot of what goes on in Slipknot. We’re constantly butting heads. I remember right before Ozzfest, you could just cut the tension between me and him with a knife, it was so thick, and one day I left practice (sic) all pissed off, and I was saying, ‘Fuck off, I think I’m quitting.’ There we were, we just got the ticket, we were on our way to making it. That’s how fuckin’ stressed out we were. And literally – he’s a lot bigger than I am – Shawn flipped his kit over, came over to my drumset, ripped my stuff down and held me by the fuckin’ throat, and I grabbed his throat and went to punch him, and then the whole band dogpiled us. We’ve had lots of fights like that, real fistfights. But even though we still get into fights, we don’t let them last that long anymore. The band is just so intense. I mean, we’ve got nine extreme personalities here.”

That reminds me, on a scale on (sic) one to 10, how nuts is your DJ, Sid? He just told me that he’s a cyborg, and I think he really means it. Joey: “One to 10? Like, 13. Yeah, he’s crazy. You take 72 hits of acid in one weekend, it’s gonna fry your brain up a little bit.”

How do you guys balance all the side-projects with Slipknot? Joey: “It’s fuckin’ simple. Slipknot comes first.”

So it didn’t take any convincing to get everybody back to do a new album? Joey: “Well, it usually happens when the other bands sorta run their course. Certain people in the band decide not to do anything, they just chill out until the next Slipknot record. Me, I do a lot of work with other bands, but Slipknot’s my priority, and I’m glad to be back playing with these guys. The first day when we started rehearsal, usually people are laidback (sic), it was like headbang city man, and we were like, ‘Let’s just get out metal necks, let’s get that shit out of the way.’ It feels great, man. I’m happy.” Corey: “ I was completely stoked to do it. I’d actually started thinking of it and preparing for it on the Stone Sour tour. I just started filling notebooks with ideas. It got to the point where I had two notebooks full of stuff, and I was just ready to go. So as soon as the music was written and the demos started floating around, I was just like, ‘OK, this fits here and this fits here.’ I wasn’t rushing around to write lyrics, which a lot of guys do. I was very prepared and not only was I saying everything I wanted to say, but I was doing it in a way I was ecstatic about. I knew I wanted to go heavier, and I knew at the same time that I wanted to balance that with this melodic side that we had really tapped into. And the proof is there. I think this album is the best thing we’ve ever done, to be honest. I think it really shows the growth of the band and the maturity. But it’s still chaotic and heavy, but it’s still got those moments where you just go, ‘Holy fucking shit!’ Not only is it good, but the more you listen to it, the more you find. There’s a lot of layers, and that’s something that gets lost on a lot of people. There’s just so much thought and so much meaning behind everything we do. It’s not just shock for shock’s sake.”

What’s the theme for All Hope Is Lost (sic)? Umm, hopelessness by any chance? Corey: “It’s not a blatantly political or social album, and it’s not a blatantly angry album. I think the overwhelming theme, for me, is that none of us are the same, but none of us are different. We may change as people, but if we use the same energy to try and solve different problems, nothing is going to get accomplished. And that’s something that I think is lost on a lot of people.”

What was it like having Dave Fortman as a producer for this one? Joey: “Dave was great. It’s not like when we were recording with Rick Rubin – he was like an oracle. He would make these little tweaks from his house. He’d sit in this little library in his house, he’d sit there cross-legged with these prayer beads and he’d get a vibe, and he’d tell the engineer what to do. That was a weird way to record. But Dave, he was there every hour, every day. When we write songs, we tend to write really long like, [Metallica’s] …And Justice For All- type songs, nine or 10 minutes long. So we’d record the song like that, and Dave would help us chop it down. The thing with Dave is, that guy knows his tones. I finally got the best drum sound in my life. The guitar sound, the bass, the percussion… finally, we’ve got the Slipknot sound I’ve been wanting to hear my whole life.”

You’ve got new masks and new outfits, do you feel constrained at all by them? Corey: “No. We don’t only have these, but we have actual outfits that we put together ourselves. They’re still cohesive, but they’re a little more individualistic. We had started doing that on the last album. It’s part of our evolution. If you’re not evolving, you’re dying. No matter what the fucking fans on the websites say, nobody wants to see the same fucking shit over and over again. This time around, we felt it was very important that we are represented as individuals and not just as a band, as pieces of a puzzle. The new mask and outfits range from outrageous to very subtle. It’s a reflection of who we are. But we also kept the boiler suits, because we like to appear as a unit.”

You guys got saddled with the ‘nu metal’ tag early on. Obviously at this point you’ve overcome it… Corey: “There were a couple of bands that were good and that had a really good attitude. Snot comes to mind. That was an amazing band; I loved Snot. (hed)P.E. – their first couple of albums were amazing, because they had so much attitude, and it was so different. But then you had bands like Limp Wristed and all that crap, where it just got so watered down; the P.O.D.s, fuckin’ bands like that, where there was zero talent going on. It was frustrating being caught up in that, but at the same time, people don’t want to think outside of what they already know. They want their opinions forcefed (sic) to them. So if a magazine comes out and says we’re nu metal, than (sic) that’s what they’re going to say. It took us a long time to change people’s minds. We’re just a metal band. The people that wanted to write us off as a nu metal band weren’t our fans, they just didn’t know what to call us. We just got stronger and stronger and more willing to experiment and so they just didn’t know what we were. In that respect, we sort of created our own genre, and there’s a lot of bands that kinda take cues from us now. It’s kinda weird.”

Slipknot broke the ceiling for extreme metal bands making it in the mainstream. Did it shock you when it was happening? Corey: “At the time we didn’t even think about it, we were just real busy working. We were literally on the road for 18 months and saw home for maybe three weeks in that entire time. We were gone forever. But we knew that was going to happen, so we just put our heads down and did what we had to do, because we just refused to lose. So once we got that done we had time to take a breath. We were getting ready to start on the Iowa tour, and we just turned around and were like, ‘Woah! Look what we did. We’re fucking huge!’ We were playing this place that’s not even there anymore, it was called the Bronco Bowl in Dallas. It was set up like a mini-arena and it was just fucking gagged, fucking jammed with people. I remember walking out on stage and thinking, ‘Are we opening up for somebody? Where did all these fucking people come from?’ They knew every word, they knew everything, I remember coming off stage and just having this amazing smile on my face. I was like, ‘Something’s different. We’re not an opening band anymore.’ And I don’t think we’d ever be again, unless we were opening for somebody like Metallica. It was insane, it was probably the best feeling I’ve ever felt in my life.” Joey: “It didn’t happen overnight, because we had to work so hard for it but… it happened overnight. We went on Ozzfest, and three weeks into it we’d sold 150,000 records. Every time we played, everybody – every fucking band, Black Sabbath included – was out there watching us. And we’re out for blood, we fucking hate everybody, just ‘Fuck you!’ That’s always been the Slipknot mentality. We love a lot of other bands, we love a lot of different music, but when it comes to us playing, we just don’t care. It’s your ass. People think it’s arrogant, and it is. We believe in our craft. We believe in Slipknot.”

The voice of the madness perhaps

It’s the nature of madness – it’s always searching for a brave face.

Always changing…

…always the same

It seeks its own martyrdom…

…and to be reborn

Yeah, very fucking profound. Don’t get mad, get eaten.

You want to give food for thought?

It’s just for the food for the maggots.

Th-that’s all, folks.

Is it tough accepting the fact that you have to wear a mask for the next year? Joey: “No, not at all. I’m ecstatic to be back and playing with the guys again. It’s home, man. We take breaks because Slipknot is not just music, it’s a force, it’s a lifestyle. It’s also like being in jail. You’re constricted. You have to be on your game every night to be in this band. The stuff is not easy to play anyway, but we’ve got the whole stage performance, playing in masks, it’s what every band goes through, but with nine guys it’s very intense. I mean, look at this – all nine guys are still together. All nine original guys are still here. What other band can say that?”

So, has anybody ever tried to get out? Joey: “No, no one ever has. That’s why at the end of a 15-month tour cycle, we’re just like, let’s take a break, work on some other projects, just relieve a little stress. But when we come back to Slipknot, it’s on, man. There’s no fucking around.”

So what can we expect from this next tour? Clown: “For one thing, we’re musical, man. I play the fucking drums, so get used to it. I’ve earned the right, I’ve done the time, I’ve been on the mountain with the kung fu masters, learning. If you can’t accept that, go play with the kids’ toys. I’ve worked really hard on my art for this one. I got my boy-scout medals and I’m in the deep woods with no tools, no tent, no nothing, and we’re playing survival, man. Just know that I’m the guy who eats the fucking shit raw, man. If there’s an animal, I’ll fucking eat it. This is fucking Slipknot. That’s what you can fucking expect.”

Is Slipknot meant to last forever, or do you have to write the end of this story? Clown: “You nailed it, man. I am in more pain than anyone could possibly ever know, because I have to find a way to finish this.” Joey: “I don’t think it’s our last record at all, but there’s something seriously going on with this record, that’s for sure. It’s like Friday the 13th Part IV: The Final Chapter. It’s a climax.”

Is Slipknot like Kiss, where you could lose a member and just find somebody else to wear his mask? Clown: “No. If I left this band, we’d be done. If Joey Jordison left this band, we’d be done. All of us, if any of the guys in this band leave… See, it’s been out of our hands for a long time, since 1998. The world is just too dumb, too anti-art, to realise how important this is, to actually accept the truth that yes, if I left the band it’d be over. There could never be a drummer to replace me, man. We are The Nine. There is no one else.”

Nine long, tense, and occasionally violent hours later, Slipknot begin to slink out into the inky-black, dead-still Des Moines night. It’s a mere week until they begin headlining the Mayhem tour in the States, and that’s just the beginning. Once this album hits the streets, it is unlikely that any of them will see their homes again for at least a year, and probably longer. Although the band harbours the expected anxieties about their long-awaited return to the metal arena, the sprawling expansive All Hope Is Gone will probably be their biggest album ever. At this point the eldest members of the band are now approaching 40, while their fanbase still hovers around 18, and that’s the same sort of 18 Alice Cooper once sang about: the confused, angry, half-a-boy, half-a-man kind.

If any of The Nine hoped to escape their fates as the ringleaders of the tormented, those hopes are now dashed.

“Man, it’s fucking embarrassing,” Clown admitted earlier, when we asked him how it felt to be a dad playing teen-rage anthems.

“I’m just glad I’m not alone in this, with this fucking-metal-fucking-arena-rock-fucking-stage-pass-interview-fucking-photoshoot shit. I don’t care about it. Yes, my art has grown into a way of life, yes, there’s a lot of people that live their lives by it, but I’ve always told people, I don’t want to be on the cover of Metal Hammer, I want to be on the cover of National Geographic. I’ve always said that. I’m gonna be on the cover of Metal Hammer anyway, because that’s just what I fucking do. But I want to take you all on another journey, a fucking life journey, a painful journey. There’s a reason why Slipknot gets the people we get: because they’re lost. They’re lost, and they find their way to us. It’s like a cult, man,” he says, staring a hole right through us.

“A cult of fucking pain.”

There are those who say hope springs eternal. They have obviously never spent a day with Slipknot.

A Stitch In Time

A bluffer’s guide to The Nine.

92: Drummer Shawn Crahan and bassist Paul Gray begin playing in a band together.

95: Joey Jordison joins Shawn and Paul, form Meld with guitarists Donnie Steele and Josh Brainard, and singer Anders Colsefini.

96: Donnie leaves the band due to religious beliefs and is replaced by Craig Jones. Meld change their name to Slipknot and begin wearing grotesque make-up and costumes. Craig Jons switches to sampler and Mick Thomson joins on guitar. Slipknot release their first self-released album, Mate.Feel.Kill.Repeat., on Halloween.

97: Corey Taylor replaces Anders on vocals. Chris Fehn joins the band as percussionist. Slipknot start wearing their trademark boiler suits and numbers.

98: DJ Sid Wilson joins the band. They sign to Roadrunner Records.

99: On June 29, the band releases Slipknot, their ‘official’ debut album, and join the Ozzfest tour.

00: Slipknot is certified Platinum.

01: Slipknot release their second album, Iowa, and do the Ozzfest tour again.

02: The band take a break, Corey Taylor revives Stone Sour, Joey Jordison forms Murderdolls. Slipknot attempt to write a follow-up to Iowa, but struggle with inner-band conflicts. Rumours of the band’s imminent break-up start to circulate in the media.

03: Slipknot rally and begin recording new album with producer Rick Rubin.

04: Vol. 3: (The Subliminal Verses) is released. It quickly goes Platinum. Yet another Ozzfest tour follows.

06: Slipknot win their first Grammy award in the category of Best Metal Performance for Before I Forget. Voliminal: Inside The Nine, a self-produced DVD documentary, is released.

08: All Hope Is Gone released. Chaos ensues.

Project Revolution

Slipknot members are known for their many side projects. Here’s a crib sheet.

Stone Sour

Corey Taylor (vocals) Jim Root (guitar Stone Sour were formed back in 1992 by Corey Taylor and have existed in one form or another ever since. The alt-metal/grunge band have released two albums on Roadrunner Records (Stone Sour in 2002 and Come What(ever) May in 2006), and have been nominated for a Grammy award three times. The band are currently on hold in light of the new Slipknot record, but plans for a third album are in the works.

Murderdolls

Joey Jordison (drums (sic)) A horror-themed glam-punk band with a penchant for fishnet tights and make-up formed in 2002 by Joey Jordison, the Murderdolls also featured former Frankenstein Drag Queens frontman Wednesday 13. The band released their debut album, Beyond The Valley Of The Murderdolls in 2002 and played together sporadically over the next two years. The band are currently on hiatus, and when asked about the possibility of further recordings, Joey stated: “There might be another album. We’re thinking about it.”

Ministry, etc

Joey Jordison (drums) During his off-hours, Joey keeps busy by filling in on drums for several notable acts, including nu metal pioneers Korn, who he played with at the 2007 Download Festival, Metallica, (Download 2004), and Ministry, who he toured with in the summer of 2006.

DJ Starscream

Sid Wilson Sid Wilson’s day job is as a leading Jungle musician. As Starscream he’s released a host of singles and remixes on the Japanese label N20.

Dirty Little Rabbits

Shawn Crahan (drums) Shawn’s other side-project is a swirly mix of psychedelia and 90s style alt-rock. The band has yet to release an album. Dirty Little Rabbits supported Stone Sour on their 2006-07 US tour.

Dum Fux

Corey Taylor (guitar, vocals) A tongue-in-cheek cover band that plays everything from Flock Of Seagulls to The Stooges. Current status: active.

Audacious P

Corey Taylor (vocals, guitar) Perhaps the world’s only Tenacious D cover band. Currently on hiatus.

To My Surprise

Shawn Crahan (drums) A sun-dappled 60s rock-style band, To My Surprise were signed to Roadrunner Records and released their debut, self-titled album in 2003. It was executive produced by Rick Rubin. The band are on hiatus.

Roadrunner United

Joey Jordison (drums) Paul Gray (bass) Jim Root (guitar) This was a one-off album project put together to celebrate Roadrunner Records’ 25th anniversary. Roadrunner United featured 18 ‘supergroups’ made up of various Roadrunner alumni. Slipknot’s Joey, Jim and Paul played on several of the tracks, along with Type O Negative’s Pete Steele, King Diamond guitarist Andy LaRocque, and Cradle Of Filth bassist Dave Pybus, among others. The Roadrunner United album was released in 2005.

#slipknot #shawn crahan #corey taylor #joey jordison #interview #metal hammer summer 2008

[unpretty]

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[dancingbabya-notes]

Wooing a Bakugo

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Have I mentioned Bakugo might be one of my top three favorite characters recently? No? here you go I will not apologize

Bakugo x oc

This is just a quick little oneshot, not much actual like details but I liked it enough.

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It took three years for this man to acknowledge you as an equal. Bakugo Katsuki, or better known as the  pro-hero: Dynamite. During second year of high school, you participated in a program to transfer schools to Japan’s Yueei Academy. With your aptitude, you placed high and transferred into class A. Your quirk was what you called Spatial Apparition, the ability to move from one fixed point to another you only needed to occupy that space or see it within your distance radius.

Right now, it was quiet only the sound of footsteps could be heard as you tried to grasp your location. With a slight tap on your goggles, night vision was activated. It was a warehouse, you were working on a capture and rescue mission with Red Riot, Charge Bolt, Dynamite and Uravity. The area appeared clear, once double checking you mumble.

“Seems clear, except I’m only reading three figures here. Anyone know where the fourth guy is?” You mumble.

You heard the thud as you whipped around. “Be more aware of your surroundings space cadet.”

His term of endearment. “Awe, you care. Now go back to your position. If you get too close the gas will explode.”

He hesitates. “Can’t leave your side then.”

With a huff, you grumble. “Anyone got eyes on the target?”

“They’re gonna move, you need to go now while I handle this,” Red Riot states.

“I’m here too,” Chargebolt grumbles.

Grabbing hold of the tall man you activate your quirk, moving to the desired position you smile. A child was abducted, she has a quirk to replicate medication that she consumes.

“Hi sweetheart,” you crouch down, her pink hair was disheveled and there were signs of previous restraint on her arms and legs.

“You’re not gonna feed me the icky stuff, right?” She whimpers.

Shaking your head, you hold out your hand. “I’m here to take you back home, wanna go home?”

Her small hand reaches for yours. Dynamite was impatient, but you move him a few meters away. The little girl climbs into your hold, she felt like a skeleton in your arms, but you wrap the holds on her.

“I don’t wanna go home, but here is a bad place too,” she whispers.

Patting her head gently you nod. Before you notice the door opens, it wasn’t Red Riot or Chargebolt. You run to Dynamite moving the three of you out of the building where Chargebolt should have been.

“What’s going on?” He grumbles.

“Looks like we have to retrieve Red and Pikachu,” you sigh.

With another tap, you open the digital interface in your goggles. Locking on the locations of Chargebolt and Red Riot you pin them.

“Dynamite, Uravity, I’m going to send you to a location where our teammates should be, once retrieved alert me and head for the rendezvous,” you explain.

“Omniv, I’m already with Red Riot. I’m headed there now,” Uravity states.

You nod.

“Go get our Pokémon, Dynamite,” you chuckle sending him away with a snap.

Checking on the girl she seemed calmer, still frazzled but you pop to the agreed location. An alley a few hundred meters away.

“Lady, are you a hero?” She asks quietly.

“Mhmm,” you nod.

She nods. “Can you protect me from my Daddy and Mommy?”

You pause. Seeing the orange and green uniform you bring the two figures closer. Dynamite and an unconscious Chargebolt, with a glance up you see the other two team members.

“Dynamite, um would you be able to vouch for me?” You ask.

“Huh?” He looked confused.

The little girl peeks through the bundle that you use to hold civilians that are unable to move on their own. “I want her to protect me from my mommy and daddy.”

His eyes go wide. “Omniv, try not to get into too much trouble.”

“Omniv, we’re coming down,” Uravity calls as she drops down.

It was a moment before you return your team to your headquarters. Instantaneously you were surrounded by medics and others. You kept the bundle close to you.

“Omniv what are you doing?” One asks.

“I don’t remember who filed for the report, can someone enlighten me?” You state.

A hesitant voice. “Her parents.”

You narrow your eyes. “Alright, until we have a permanent quirk limiter placed on her I’m not letting this girl go.”

“Huh? But we can’t just get one right now,” someone groans.

“Well looks like she’ll be staying with me,” you assert.

Two weeks, after rescuing the small girl she started living with you. A temporary solution that was going to change today. From across the room your phone went off, pushing off the couch you pick it up seeing your manager.

“Omniv, after cross-examining and a quick check. You were right, where did you learn about the young girl’s abuse?” She sounded tired.

Leaning against your counter you shake your head. “I didn’t, there were bruises on her from being restrained and they weren’t holding her down or anything when we went to pick her up.”

“Yes, Dynamite informed me,” she sighs. “What are you gonna do now?”

Peeking over the couch you see the toddler asleep. Her quirk has barely manifested, and she was taken, your heart lay with her, but your job left little free time.

“How long would it take for me to get an approval for adoption?” You ask.

“She’d have to stay at the orphanage for a little bit then...” you stopped her.

“No, I mean get a caseworker in here and survey my apartment for acceptable living conditions. I’ve been meaning to take a break,” you chuckle.

Granted you had finally placed in the top thirty for heroes, but you knew that this was just gonna pull you apart.

“I’ll see what I can do,” she grumbles. “Also, Dynamite would like you to contact him.”

You felt your face tense. “I’ll do that as soon as I have time.”

After that call, you look at the phone. On cue, it rings. Picking it up you wait for shouting.

“Hey, Mere,” Usually Bakugo wouldn’t waste time with hellos, he’d get straight to the point.

“Hi, Tsuki.” You mumble.

“How’s the little brat?” He seemed to be having a hard time.

“Well, she’s sleeping now. But I managed to get her to eat food again, that gelatin thing helped,” you sigh.

“Look, I know that we’ve only been at this for what two years, but are you sure?” He asks.

About what? “Nope, no idea what you’re asking mister cryptic man. Please speak in Japanese or English.”

You can practically hear his chest rumble. “Don’t fuck with me, are you serious about doing less hero work?”

Catching yourself, you try not to fall. “It’s only a small break. What, I can’t take local hero work or being a sidekick a try?” Arguing, you pout.

“What could be so important that you become a sidekick instead?” He scoffs.

“Adopting a kid,” you mumble.

“When did it change to that?” He was quiet.

“I dunno. It wasn’t on a whim either I thought about it. With any luck I can enroll her in daycare and start back up again,” you explain.

He was quiet, something unusual for Bakugo. “I’m coming over.”

“When?”

“Right now, I’m at your complex,” he grumbles.

From room to room you ran about grabbing the little girl a blanket, she had adapted your routine and would be sleeping for two hours. Once sure everything was in its place you heard the knock, it was rough but not loud. Walking to the living room to the door you open it to see the tall man.

“Come in,” you mutter.

Putting his shoes in the box you watch as he makes his way to the couch.

“Pretty defenseless,” he huffs.

“She’s three, what did you expect?” You sigh.

“What made you change your mind?” Bakugo sits on the open couch.

You look at the sleeping child. “Reminds me of a friend I lost. I’m not doing this out of pity or sympathy, I want to adopt her. She was fighting it, she didn’t understand what she was fighting, but she fought until she didn’t have a way to fight. Apparently, her parents sold her for money, my friend Ikumi helped me find that out.”

“I know who you're talking about, Sightseer, what else did you find out?” You slide into the seat next to him.

“She’s not the only one, with Sighseer’s help I found out that she’s just the youngest. And that they send requests to have the child found under kidnapping,” you utter, hands wringing around your wrists a nervous habit.

Bakugo nods. “Alright, I’ll report this. But I’d rather blow their ass’s sky high.”

“Thank you.” Smiling you lean against him.

Bakugo didn’t move, for a moment then you felt his hand on your lower back.

“I’m gonna have enough soon when you get back in the field come to my company,” he grumbles.

Peeking up through heavy bangs you chuckle. “You're not gonna let me get away from you that easily, will you?”

“Speaking of that, is the room still available?” He asks.

“You’re the only one I’ve told about it, why do you ask?”

Bakugo was like an explosion much like his quirk, somehow you carried feelings for this man for three years. Even now you found more ways to love him, it wasn’t like a slow fall in love either. Back at Yueei you were practicing with him as your sparring partner, somehow you were just a half-second off from moving out of his blast but ended up pinned by him. The explosion a few centimeters from your face took a large section of your long hair at the time, but you saw how much he accepted his mistake after.

“Where do you keep your replacements?” He calls.

“The closet in the bathroom hallway,” you mumble.

Small hands pull at your apron. “Ma, ma! Look I finished!” Boasts the little girl.

The girl in question had a new name now five months after the incident you got custody of the little girl that was now named Misyu.

“Oh, look at how pretty. Go show, Tsuki,” you chuckle.

She was holding a small clay family, watching her carefully walk away. You wait for Bakugo’s usually indifferent replies.

“You're getting better kid,” he states.

“Lunch is ready by the way, I gotta go to the office,” you yawn.

Putting the apron back in its hook you watch as the two walk back into the main sitting room. After talking to your landlord, you made changes to your lease since Misyu was a permanent addition and Bakugo was helping with finances.

“Ma,” you pause at the whine.

She calls you Ma for some reason you didn’t argue. “Yes, Misyu?”

“When are you and Tsuki gonna get married?” She asks.

Blinking you look to the man for a reply. He smirks.

“Misyu, we’re getting married in a few months,” Bakugo informs her.

This was news to you. The wait was the ground always this close. Looking around you, you realize that your legs gave out. Suddenly you wanted to hide in a hole because your ears felt warm and pulling the hood over your face you curl into a ball.

“Tsuki, I think you broke Mama,” she points out.

“It’s alright, she’ll get over it in a moment,” he laughs.

“Fuck you,” you grumble.

A laugh. “Maybe later.”

Bolting you grab your keys and walk to the door. “I’m going to work; I’ll be back soon. Please behave. And we will have words when I return, don’t give Misyu too much cake.”

You were gonna marry the most stubborn man with an ego bigger than All might’s merch line.

#pro hero dynamight #prohero bakugo x prohero oc #prohero oc #bnha x reader #oneshot #bnha oneshot #bnha oc #bnha prohero oc

[orbitswritings]

idgaf, this will be my magnum opus in all my writing. i will never top this.

' Quacks and Whims ' --

-- A Land of Milk's Favorite Cookie

However, the news of his granddaughter being named ‘Oreo Tsaheylu’ presented a whole new different kind of trial, one that felt like he was facing death row if he misstep.

Jake had faced many challenges since his arrival on Pandora, most of which had nearly delivered him face-first into an early grave (well, one already technically did, but that was his choice and besides the point).

Jake slowly nodded, the corner of his mouth twitching ever so slightly as he continually reprocessed the name. "Oreo," he repeated, the word feeling foreign on his tongue. He knew the cookie, of course, a favorite back on Earth, but as a name for a child—his grandchild—it was hard to reconcile.

The name, undoubtedly unique and a blend of cultures, just like Ducky had explicitly wanted since the beginning. Still, it wasn't exactly what Jake had anticipated. At all.

Kneeling across from Ducky as she cradled her infant of primarily blue but dotted with speckles of pale skin, Jake fought to keep a straight face as he listened while she explained the choice of name, the young mother's voice filled with conviction and affection. "It's a blend of two worlds, just like her," Ducky said with a earnest smile.

‘Tsaheylu’ on the other hand, was obvious. It represented the sacred bond that defines the Na'vi lifestyle — the deep connection his son and Ducky share with each other on the interconnected world of Pandora. It signifies that his granddaughter, despite her mother's absence of any queue, is the embodiment of their bond being just as deep and meaningful as any traditional Na’vi pairing.

Jake glanced at Neytiri, searching for a clue on how to respond. She met his gaze with an expression that managed to be both amused and supportive, a reminder that their granddaughter's name, no matter how unconventional, was a symbol of unity.

He knew Neytiri didn’t have the full context of what an ‘Oreo’ exactly was, and Jake wasn’t sure if really he wanted to tell her, either. Already, Neytiri and their daughter-in-law often found themselves at odds- did he really want to be the cause of final break that sent everything into utter chaos? Especially with this small bundle of new, innocent life staring up at him? His granddaughter's eyes were literally just big signs that read ‘please don’t tear apart my family, grandfather Sully. I’m barely a day old.’

"It's... an interesting choice," Jake finally said, choosing his words carefully. "It's unique, that's for sure. And meaningful."

Ducky beamed, completely oblivious by his initial hesitation. Typical for the absent-minded girl, but a save for Jake. "Exactly! I wanted her to have something from me, from Earth. Oreo is about two halves coming together to make something wonderful. That's what she is to us."

Neteyam, sitting beside Ducky, nodded in agreement. "It is different, but it speaks of her heritage," he said, his tone carrying a sense of pride. Again, Jake could only assume Ducky hadn’t fully explained to Neteyam what exactly what an Oreo was.

Handed by Ducky the bundle of dynamite, Jake carefully held his granddaughter, looking down at the tiny face that seemed to already bear a strong resemblance to her human mother. The worry knitting Jake's eyebrows finally slowly soften as he felt his reservations begin to melt away.

Jake just prayed that if the RDA ever did return they didn't explicitly feature sponsorships.

What was in a name, after all? Hell, this child’s mother was named after waterfowl you threw bread at. A cookie from several galaxies away shouldn’t be tripping him up this much.

Finally, Jake smiled, genuinely this time, and looked at Ducky. "Oreo it is, then. Welcome to the family, little one."

The name might take some getting used to, but Jake understood its significance. It wasn't just a name, especially for Ducky; it was a celebration of life, a marker of where she had been and where she was going. As Oreo Tsaheylu Sully grew, her name would be a story she could tell, a tale of two worlds, and the love that bound them together.

#avatar the way of water #avatar 2009 #neteyam sully #neteyam sully x oc #ducky's a human idiot and neteyam still fell in love with her #its gender swapped jake and neytiri #oc #drabble

[residentrookie]

dream girl evil (lily's version)

a lily evans microfic set after the snape incident // inspired by the song dream girl evil (florence + the machine) // word count: 745

Lily Evans, perfect prefect. 

Lily Evans, Head Girl. 

Lily Evans, top of her class. 

She’s heard all these things said in various tones and with various intentions. Whispered in awe by some first years she passes in the hall. Muttered with distaste and thinly failed jealousy by her peers. She can’t help that she draws people’s attention, for better or for worse. Maybe it’s the flaming hair, maybe it’s the fiery tongue, maybe it's the fact that she’s the brightest witch of her age. 

She feels the eyes wherever she goes. She hears their whispers. Most days she can ignore them.

Some days she can’t. 

Did you hear what Snape called her yesterday? 

Snape and his cronies totally tore into that Evans girl. 

I thought they were supposed to be friends. 

That’s what she gets for hanging out with such a fucking prick. 

She walks down the hall with a blank face. No expression. Chin up. She won’t cower today, there was far too much of that yesterday. It’s not often your so-called best friend humiliates you in front of the entire school. And she thought James Potter would always take the cake on that front. No, turns out Severus has done a thorough job of it all by himself. 

Mudblood. 

A filthy fucking word. She’s heard it countless times, been called it countless times, but never by him. Her friend. Her Sev. 

“Lily!” she hears and almost trips over smooth ground. 

No. Absolutely fucking not. She does not turn, does not pause.

“Lily, fucking wait!” 

Her mind is a ticking bomb, her body is a bundle of dynamite. Severus is an open flame and the closer he comes, the closer she get to combustion. 

“Don’t,” she murmurs, almost to herself. Teeth gritted, shoulders rigid. 

“Lily, please—” 

He’s too close. The fuse is lit. She whirls, waiting to ignite. 

“What,” she spits. 

Severus shrinks back at her tone and something in her smiles with sharp teeth. 

Good, she thinks, it’s my turn to make you bleed. 

He licks his lips. “I want to talk.” 

“No.” 

“Please, Lily, I—” 

“Oh, it’s Lily now, is it? Sorry, I can’t seem to keep up with all the names you have for me lately, Sev.” 

He winces, reaching out. “I want to apologize. I didn’t mean—” 

“I think I know exactly what you meant. There aren’t many other ways to interpret it.”

Her friend stares at her with sorry eyes, but for once she feels nothing. There is no urge to smooth things over, to let old wrongs die. She is not willing to let this go. There is no forgiveness in her for this. 

“I’m done,” she says, and hears her voice crack, not from weakness, but from anger. “This is over. We are not friends. You've lost that priviledge. You threw it away."

Severus looks broken. The worst parts of her rejoice.

"But," she adds, "there is something I want to know. Something I want you to tell me,” she admits, and watches Severus perk up, eager. 

“Anything” 

“Why were you ever my friend, if I was only ever some dirty nothing unfit to be near you? Why did you always seek me out for comfort, why did you always come running back to me, if I was so unworthy? What the fuck was I to you?” 

Snape pales. “You're not unworthy. You are my friend. My best friend. You— you are all the best parts of me, Lily. You always were. You push me to be better. I can always count on you to see the light in the world, the beautiful things. I always— I could always count on you to remind me of… goodness. Always.” 

At that she goes still. So that’s the truth, then. That’s the whole of it. She can see it all so clearly now. She was never a person to him. Just a something to prescribe traits to whenever he found it convenient, to make him feel good when he needed it.

His perfect girl some days. His punching bag other days.

She was never a person to Severus Snape. 

And that makes her want to burn down the whole fucking world. 

“Severus,” she says, low. Threatening. “I am nobody’s moral center.” 

His eyes widen and she pushes the knife in further, deeper, twisting. 

“I can promise you, whatever version of me you’ve created in your head, you love her much more than you ever loved me.”

Lily turns to go, but pauses, looking back one last time.

“I hope she’ll keep you company, Sev. Whatever dream girl you thought I was. She’s all you’ll have left of me, after this.”

#lily evans is SO dream girl evil #this beautiful woman is CONSTANTLY reduced to the sacrificial mother with no personality and i'm SICK OF IT #like... she is a REAL person #snape and so many other people are guilty of making her this perfect fantasy woman which inherently objectifies her #and the fact that this fantasy woman DID keep snape company after she diedl!!! SICKENING #i wanted to see her push back against this and that's how this little microfic was born #and i snuck in the always part too don't think i wouldn't pounce on the opportunity #she is NO ONE'S MORAL CENTER #lily evans #severus snape #marauders microfic #writing snippet #dream girl evil #florence and the machine #canon marauders #my writing #oneshot #reg's writing tag

[smbhax]

Quick plays of a bunch of Neo Geo Pocket and Neo Geo Pocket Color games in Mednafen!

Kikou Seiki Unitron JP-only RPG sequel by SNK 2nd party Yumekobo. My old notes say this came bundled with a Japanese "slim" NGPC I wanted, that I had only played the first game, Biomotor Unitron, very briefly, and that I wasn't impressed with the "Pokemonesque" gameplay here, greatly preferring the likes of Card Fighter's Clash. That will probably still be the case. Nice presentation though. Translation patch from romhacking.net only does 1st few minutes of intro, and menus. Could be a decent RPG.

Neo Turf Masters Saurus' (SNK 2nd party?) version of Nazca's Neo Geo golf game. Doesn't have RPG stuff like Mario Golf but I was getting into the actual golf part. Some wild course stuff like being atop a huge waterfall. Can't save mid-course in-game? Emulator solves that I suppose. Want to play this more. Waitasec, I have MVS/AES version from the Humble Bundle NEOGEO collection. Well now I gotta try that (I think I thought at some point MVS/AES ver had flashing FX? Not seeing them at the moment).

The King of Fighters: Battle de Paradise Your avatar hops around a board triggering King of Fighters-themed button mash minigames, most of which aren't very fun. (There's a pretty fun hidden game if you put the cart in a b&w NGP, haven't done that yet, need to use an older emulator.)

Cotton: Fantastic Night Dreams Amusingly drawn cutscenes with a silly young witch; boring horizontal shooting.

Faselei! Rather lovely solo mech tactical strategy by Sacnoth. "Program" your mech's next series of moves by socketing action-specific, upgradeable "chips," then watch them play out alongside the enemy's moves. Lush presentation.

Neo 21 The card game in slightly jank graphics.

NeoGeo Cup '98 Plus Initial, b&w version of…

NeoGeo Cup '98 Plus Color Kinda cute national team tournament soccer w/ absurd clothing stat-boost items to collect (don't get too attached--thieves will steal them). Gameplay's a bit maddening as it seems nearly impossible to pass to your CPU teammates, who a) are usually offscreen and b) always seem to run the other way than you'd expected; meanwhile, the CPU always has 2-3 players right on you. Back in the day I found a spot to shoot from pretty far out and to the side that goalies couldn't block; darned if I remember where it was. ; )

Dynamite Slugger Seems like a pretty good baseball game by ADK and I am terrible at them, specifically here the very streamlined pitching, and the fielding where I always press the wrong base button to throw to. Not as flash-screen heavy as the "Baseball Stars" games (Saurus did the NGPC version of those), but there is a strobing effect for a home run. : P Nice graphics. Maybe some day I'll have an inning where I hold the CPU scoreless…

Pocket Tennis Earlier, more challenging version with fewer characters and less animation--more challenging because serving is touchier and your character has a shorter reach. : P

Pocket Tennis Color By Yumekobo. Movement feels good until you try to coordinate it with hitting the ball, at which point I encounter mysterious whiffs, dives that take me away from the ball, and hits that often don't go in the direction I wanted. Feels more like ping pong than tennis a lot of the time. Some weird courts with hard-to-read nets. : P My old notes point out that the CPU doesn't move on defense, so you just hit it past them.

Of these, the games I have marked to come back to are Neo Turf Masters (the MVS one, at least, and possibly this one to compare), KOF:BdP for the b&w hidden game, and Dynamite Slugger.

Session: https://youtu.be/NXEMPA2eMR0

#neo geo pocket color #neogeo pocket color #neogeo pocket #neo geo pocket #yumekobo #sacnoth #kikou seiki unitron #biomotor unitron #neo turf masters #king of fighters battle de paradise #cotton fantastic night dreams #faselei #neo 21 #neogeo cup 98 plus #neogeo cup 98 plus color #dynamite slugger #pocket tennis #pocket tennis color #game #games #video game #video games #gaming #gaming videos #portable gaming #mednafen #emulation

[hermionefae]

The Devil's Right Hand Woman

Part 3

MJF x Original Fem character

Part 3

Max was right, training was hard. It was the hardest I had ever experienced in my life and it made me evaluate how poorly I must have trained beforehand. I started to develop muscles I didn't eve know that I had.

He taught me moves that I had admired from afar but had no idea I'd be capable to execute. He also taught me how he would lie, cheat and steal his way to victory.

We also discussed how I'd present myself, he described me as a Lilith figure, the Devil's right hand woman but also utterly dangerous herself

We trained for about two weeks until one day Max walked into the gym whilst I was doing pull ups. He watched me for a few reps, first checking my form but then I couldn't help noticing his eyes travelling down to my butt. "My eyes are up here Friedman." I puffed out as I finished my last rep.

Max smirked and then said "stretch out and then come with me, we've got a meeting with Tony Khan."

"He's here?" I had only seen Tony once at a PPV launch party but I had never actually met him before.

"Yeah toots c'mon"

I finished stretching and then, with a towel around my neck I met Max out in the gym's foyer. "Tony, I've got a proposition for you." Max was saying as I joined them. "For my next angle I want to appear with Suzie by my side". For a brief moment Tony looked shocked but then he recovered.

"If your sure Max, I was think about pairing you and Adam Cole together. Going for the best friend angle but."

"This girl is great Tony, and I'm training her to be the best. You are looking at the next AEW Women's World Champion and once you see us together you'll see why"

My heart soared, I'd never heard Max talk about anyone like this.

"Ok, I'll give you a shot Suzie. Max you're booked to do a promo this week on Rampage if I like what I see then Suzie, you can wrestle Britt on Collision how about that?"

"Deal" I nodded shaking Tony's hand in a tight grip.

Wednesday night came around quick and I found myself pacing around the locker room waiting for Dynamite to end and Rampage to begin, we would go on first so I didn't have too long to wait but I was still a bundle of nerves.

I shook out my hands and went to the mirror. My newly reddened hair had been loosely curled and my make up had been done so my eyes were a smoky black with red on my water line and my lips were painted a deep blood red. I had chosen my dark red suit and black patent stilettos which I wasn't 100% sure I could walk in. I prayed that I didn't make a fool of myself in from of thousands of people.

There was a strong knock on the door and then came Max's voice. "We're on princess."

I sighed and then made my way to the door.

"Fuck" exclaimed Max when he first saw me. "You look hot"

I took him in as well, he was also wearing a deep burgundy suit with a back shirt and shoes, his signature Burberry scarf was around his neck. "As do you" I replied, lowering my voice a to a sultry tone just like we discussed.

"Uuuugh, I'm not sure I'm gonna make it through this promo toots but I'm gonna give it a go." He shook himself, getting into character. "Let's go"

We walked together side by side, I was slightly taller than Max in my new heels but that helped my confidence as we walked past our peers, especially Britt and Adam who stared as we walked by. "That's not little Suzie is it?" I heard Britt say to her boyfriend as we went around the corner.

We finally stopped by the heel entrance and waited for Max's music to begin. I held back as he climbed the stairs to the orchestral version of his theme song, my heart hammering with nervous excitement. I heard the cheers with still a smattering of boos, he was really over now and despite the short amount of time that I had known him properly I still felt a sense of pride that he had achieved so much since he did that vile promo and disappeared for a while. I climbed the stairs and waited for my entrance.

"Hush now, Daddy is speaking " he said and the crowd laughed but eventually quietened down " now I know you all want to know my response to Adam Cole's challenge for my triple b, this beautiful belt around my waist and you will get my answer but first you see, Daddy wants to introduce you to someone.

I met her when she was at her lowest and I dragged her down to my level and believe me when I say, the woman's locker room better watch out because she is dangerous, a demon if you will. Oh Suzie!"

The lights went out in the arena and my entrance music began, I took that as my cue to step out onto the centre of the stage. I had chosen a song called Secret Wedding (Ravagers of Time) by Destini Beard and Midnight Syndicate. A red spot light shone behind me lighting up my outline.

"Stay beside me, never leave me, hold on to me always love me" came the first lyrics as I made my way confidently down towards Max, who was standing in the middle of the ring, a white spotlight now lighting my face. The music continued until I joined MJF's side.

I could see many phones out filming me and I kept my face set in an evil smirk just as we discussed. "Doesn't she look hot New Jersey" MJF called out to the crowd and quite a few whistled back.

"But she's not just a pretty face, tell 'em Suzie"

"That's correct, I'm not. I have been distracted for too long now, I have been under appreciated by everyone in this company and now it's time to take what is mine, Toni Storm. I'm coming for you baby, and when I'm finished with you not only will that championship be mine but you will be on your knees, begging for mercy. I will turn your insides to your outsides. There will be nothing left of you because you do not mess with Suzie Q, Queen of Hell"

And then I went off script, adrenaline pumping through me I through down the microphone I was holding, turned to MJF and grabbed hold of his jacket lapels. I brought my lips crashing into mine. He was stunned for a moment and then moved his mouth around with mine, deepening the kiss.

I could hear the whistling and jeering around us and then too quickly we pulled away. I looked at Max, thinking he would be angry but he just smirked at me, put his scarf around my neck and then dragged me out of the ring, his arm casually flung over my shoulders.

Back to the locker room.

Part one

Part two

#aew #mjf #mjf aew #fanfiction #oc #mjf x Original Fem character

[open-hearth-rpg]

Approaches & States: Great RPG Mechanics #RPGMechanics: Week Two

All characteristics, stats, and attributes for characters are abstractions. They’re a bundle of ideas to which we assign some kind of rating. But for the most part we have the sense of the “reality” of these stats. Strength means strength: lifting, climbing, applying force. We can imagine the concrete effect of it in the world. We can picture as well a Dexterous person: moving quickly, keeping their balance, adept at sleight of hand. Even the more abstract classics like Wisdom have a set of aspects in the game reality linked to them, like being able to suss out the truth, judging character accurately, understanding esoteric concepts.

Many games give us a description of what the characteristics mean, but our real understanding comes from where they’re used. We see which skills rolls or moves are linked to which attributes. Maybe we have a little fudge room to decide, especially for something like Mutant System or 2d20 where you add a stat to a skill value. Maybe a player argues that this grapple check is more about finesse than power. That’s a common negotiation– and once we’ve opened that door, it leads to some other ideas.

Fate Accelerated may not be the first place where I saw something like Approaches, but it's the game which made the idea stick for me. In FA when you go to do something, you say how you’re doing it: what it looks like, what makes this cool. Are you doing it Carefully? Cleverly? In a Flashy way? Forcefully? Quickly? Sneakily? The mode you choose colors the action and expresses character. Your relative strength in these approaches also says a lot about who you are. This builds in a question often glossed over when folks say “I swing again” and roll. That question is: how are you doing that?

This move to approaches has design implications: de-coupling particular actions from particular stats. Some players have a hard time when there aren’t guidelines about what to invest their stat points in. On the designer’s side, it takes out some easy feats and modifiers, like being able to use X stat in place of Y when doing Z.

Fraser Simon’s use of States in The Veil, builds on the approaches concept. It’s one of my favorite PbtA games. Here, rather than conventional attributes, you have emotions: Mad & Peace; Sad & Joy; Fear & Power. When you go to do an action, you say which one dominates. You have room to decide if that describes the feeling you're pushing against, the one driving you forward, or some other interaction. It uses a version of the feeling wheel to help players articulate their character’s state in that moment.

Part of the point of The Veil is to explore the emotional side of cyberpunk stories, and this mechanics continually pushes you to consider that. It also has a nifty mechanical answer to the question “why wouldn’t I always roll with my best stat?”. Every time you roll a particular state you mark a check box for it. When you mark the 5th box in a state, you spike it out. That pushes you further into that emotion at a penalty until you act to reset yourself. You can manage that in play– each emotion has a paired emotion and when you put a mark on one side (say Peace) then you remove a mark from the other side (Mad). In play, once folks get used to the rhythm, it is dynamite.

And if you’ve played Hearts of Wulin, you’ll see where I got the idea for using Elements, associated with certain feelings and aspects, for stats. I have a couple of innovations there, but my favorite is that harm locks certain elements, meaning you can’t roll with that element until someone helps you or you have a montage to clear yourself.

I’ve come to really love this approach. It does have a small cost in time and cognitive load. You always have a moment of consideration before you roll. But having done it enough I feel weirdly straitjacketed sometimes when I hit a game with a very locked down characteristic-to-specific action system.

#ttrpg #rpg #rpg mechanics

[fleischer-fuchsia]

Gonna make meenah eat a cartoonish bundle of dynamite and explode into a mega curvy body. Call that a Bombshell Bod.

wait hol up that sound super fucked up sound like it krill me-

Meenah's protests would fall on deaf ears however, as the anon gripped her face, firmly pinching her nose as they shoved the bundle of explosives into her mouth. With one firm shove the bundle slid past her lips and traveled down her throat as a large bulge before landing in her stomach with an audible splash. There wasn't long before a muffled boom came from the fuchsia troll's stomach and her chest and rear would literally burst outward in size. Meenah would've fallen forward as her new chest bounced forward if it wasn't for her equally sized rear pulling her back making her wobble in place with whistling teetering sound accompanying her every motion. The growth wasn't the only result of the blast though, evidenced by the coughing and smoke leaking from her mouth, nose, and even ears.

glubbin hate it here man...

[rubykgrant]

OK, you know those posts that are like “combine your first fandom with your current fandom”? So... the first group of people I made friends with online, which could technically be called a fandom (it was me and like 9 other people), happened to be into... Tooth Fairy. Yes, that movie with Rock the Dwayne Johnson. You can laugh, it’s OK. Alright, the current thing I’m into (where I have also made some awesome internet friends) is Red VS Blue. So, I’m just gonna... that. Because why the fudge not! Anyway, here’s RVB combined with Tooth Fairy-

Tucker; a single dad who wound up working late and asks the baby-sitter to do the quarter-exchange for his kid’s tooth, but Junior over heard his dad on the phone implying the Tooth Fairy was fake, thus causing a whole disbelieving crisis for him. Tucker was prepared to deal with the fall-out of an upset 5-year-old, but he was NOT expecting to get sent to... Tooth Fairy jail? Or whatever the holy heck this is??? Now he has to do “magical community service” to make up for the incident. He’s not exactly thrilled (but that doesn’t stop him from hitting on cute Tooth Fairy chicks in the hall)

Grif; here for the same basic reason, he teased his younger sister over believing in the Tooth Fairy, so he has to work-off his sentence... the thing is, that was YEARS ago. Kai is all grown up now, but Grif is so lazy and bad at completing tasks on time, he keeps getting years added instead of taken off. He’s been doing this Tooth Fairy punishment since he was a teenager, and he’s in his mid-20s now. At least Tucker has somebody to talk to in “the real world” about this nonsense, so he knows he isn’t totally bonkers

Simmons; an actual Tooth Fairy, assigned as Grif’s caseworker. They wind up bickering constantly because Simmons is obsessed with following the rules, and nit-picks Grif over every little thing... however, he’s stopped reporting Grif’s mistakes (since he gets in trouble on his own), and the two seem to actually be really close. Simmons can do most “fairy tricks”, but he has trouble being invisible/unseen to mortals (ironic, considering how often he wishes he could just vanish to avoid awkward situations). As a result, every time he visits Grif to nag about some task, other people have seen him and just think Grif has a weird boyfriend (he can at least make himself appear mundane, wings hidden)

Caboose; another human who is aware of the fact that Tooth Fairies exist, but he’s held onto all his baby teeth over the years. Since he was a child, one specific caseworker has been trying to get Caboose to agree to a bribe or a trade for the teeth... but he never has. Caboose hasn’t done anything to endanger the secret of their existence, so he’s not really a “problem”. In fact, he gets invited to visit his caseworker often, claiming it is to “negotiate” for the baby teeth, but Caboose just says he gets to see his “best friend”

Church; a Tooth Fairy that was Caboose’s caseworker back in the day. After so many refusals for a tooth-trade, Church just treats Caboose more like an assistant at this point (Caboose is kinda... clumsy, but he also seems to just understand how magical items work, so it isn’t too bad having him around). Since Caboose is considered a lost cause, Church also gets assigned to be Tucker’s caseworker. Church promises himself he’s not gonna get all emotionally attached with the person he’s working with this time... but WHOOPS, he and Tucker accidentally become friends (and Caboose is a little jealous). Church also seems to have some “mysterious past” he’s not entirely aware of (memory loss and all that), connected to WHY he lacks wings

Sarge; another Tooth Fairy without wings who is the self-appointed dictator of magical equipment. Every request needs his approval, and he is most definitely mad with power. Simmons considers him a mentor (and hopefully, a father-figure), while Grif and Church consider him a bundle of dynamite with a VERY short fuse. He spends most of his time barking orders and scaring the pixie dust out of the newbies, but everybody who is used to him just kinda rolls their eyes. If nothing else, he has a soft spot for the kids that Tooth Fairies help, so he’s not ALL bad (just very irritating and bossy)

Donut; a Tooth Fairy who just got approved to do field work, and he’s very excited! He’s also a little gullible and over-enthusiastic. Before working solo, he assists others on their tasks, and Sarge has decided to stick him with Grif and Simmons. He drives them a little nuts, but is surprisingly good at the job. When he’s not doing that, he’s decided to properly re-do the workplace lounge and breakroom, turning it into a pretty nice little spot (he basically makes it into his own coffee-shop AU, where he gets to hear ALL the gossip). While he usually has a cheerful attitude, he’s pretty darn SCARY once he’s ticked-off

Lopez; Fairies and other magical folk sometimes have trouble interacting with modern technology, but Tooth Fairies specifically try to stay up-dated (since they deal with humans on a regular basis). At some point, Sarge decided to not only try to match the tech humans have, but actually surpass it by making a fully functional robot! He used an actual human computer to build the speech-function... and it might have contained a language learning program, which was stuck on the Spanish setting. Lopez mostly just complains about how annoying the others are (also, he runs on magically charged D batteries and gasoline)

Doc; a human that volunteers at a hospital, and in particular helps with child patients by making sure they get gifts for their b-days and other fun events. He runs into some working Tooth Fairies while trying to make the baby tooth/coin swap himself. This happens so many times, they eventually decide to just invite him into being part of a “human relations” project (which also includes Caboose, and people like Grif who wind up basically making a career out of this). Certain types of magic seem to not work on him... but even he’s not sure why

O’Malley; after an incident where other magical creatures, who happen to be pretty unpleasant, attack some of the Tooth Fairies and humans while they’re working, Doc gets hurt... and then O’Malley starts speaking up. As odd as it might seem at first, everybody comes to accept O’Malley as part of the group and part of Doc (even if he likes to be antagonistic and cause problems on purpose). They eventually find out that Doc actually had run-ins with these other creatures when he was much younger, and O’Malley was there back then as well to help protect him

Kai; Grif’s younger sister who started him down this very strange journey of being a freaking Tooth Fairy. She only vaguely remembers that her brother used to play a fun pretend-game when she was little, with him running magical errands and what-not. She’s older now, and a bit of a business woman herself (she tends to bounce around from idea to idea, but she always makes a profit!). She doesn’t realize what her brother is up to... until she follows him and his “boyfriend” one evening, and discovers all the Tooth Fairy stuff is real! Naturally, she refuses to be left out and gets ALL up in this (she also has more success flirting with Tooth Fairies in the halls than Tucker)

Tex; a human who seems to know an awful lot regarding the magical goings-on... more so than what regular people assume Tooth Fairies do, anyway. Although he doesn’t quite remember the details of how they met, Church knows her. Perhaps she’s NOT a human after all, but what that means is unknown (it becomes clear after a while that she’s trying to be mysterious on purpose; she doesn’t have all the information either). She’s a pretty tough cookie, but also very protective of people she cares about

Carolina; she had a rather “un-whimsical” childhood, and thus never played along with things like the Tooth Fairy even when she was little... she also tends to resent silly notions like magical creatures, considering her father had a weird obsession with myths and fantasy that caused him to be pretty neglectful (that isn’t even the WHOLE STORY, but the truth remains to be discovered). She discovers the Tooth Fairy situation by accident when the humans on Tooth Probation are sent to recover lost textbooks, which happen to be in the study that belonged to Carolina’s father. She catches them in the act, Tucker and Grif are forced to call Simmons and Church for a rescue, which fails so they call for Tex, and it all spirals out of control from there (Carolina is a bit harsh at first, but winds up bonding with Church as she tries to understand all this magical nonsense)

Wash; a former work associate of Carolina’s when they were both essentially body-guards. He now has a job as a security consultant for several museums and private collections... but also might be selling information to criminals so they can steal certain artifacts. After a double-cross lands him in jail, a mysterious benefactor offers him freedom if he can recover a specific item. Wash gets pulled into the same situation as Carolina- magic is real, these people are freaking TOOTH FAIRIES, what the fudge is even happening?! After almost getting killed and then saved a couple times, Wash eventually decides to just be part of this odd group (Caboose is the one that decides they are friends, and Wash realizes there is no arguing with Caboose)

#red vs blue #rvb #tooth fairy

[hootsinasuit]

After a long day of teaching Vanessa how to fish properly without using her usual bundle of home-made dynamite in Zion canyon we decided to finish off the night hanging out in the hunting lodge drinking 200 year old beer we found in the old shop down the way, as for willow on this little fieldtrip she pointed out 3 different species of bird all of which were mutated pigeons suprisingly and she also accidently shot me in the leg using a .22 pistol that was the last time i let her carry my bags

#fallout new vegas #courier 6 #fallout

[primewritessmut]

A Little Friendly Competition

Spidey and Deadpool fight some not-so-nice robots and things take a turn for the worse. (Kind of.)

READ ON AO3.

[It’s always got to be fucking robots. Why can’t it, just once, be robots that fuck?]

Wade laughs under his mask as one of his katanas snags against a metal spine.

“At least you’ve got backbone,” he mutters before shaking his head.

[Webs is going to want higher quality quips than that. I need to up my game.]

With a step back, he draws a pistol and empties it into one of the robot’s eyes, using the katana to hold it in place as he fires. The metal frame goes limp, sliding off the blade and falling into a tidy, metal heap on the ground.

“I saw that, Indiana Jones.”

“That was a reach, Webs. Even for you,” Wade yells as he pivots and swings his sword toward another robot.

“Well, I am kind of busy.”

Wade’s head snaps up toward the sound of Spider-man’s voice to see the man himself swing past. One arm has webbing anchored to the top of a building and the second points down, shooting out more web fluid and collecting robots with the sticky substance. Muscles flex under the red and blue spandex and Wade goes a little stupid for a minute. A loud scraping sound pulls him back to the present where several robots drag along the ground behind Spider-man like…

“Baby boy,” Wade shouts upward, hand cupped around his mouth, “when we get married we’re going to tie a bunch of robot heads behind the Dead Buggy. Fuck soup cans, this is much classier.”

“Don’t. Call. Me. That.”

As he growls the words, Spider-man heaves the bundle of robots up and over him in an arc while Wade watches, slamming the bundle onto the ground with a bone-jarring crunch. Pops and sizzles hiss from the pile but the robots don’t move.

“Damn, Websy,” Deadpool mutters on a stunned whisper, “I am so turned on right now.”

“That’s seven for me,” Spidey taunts as he swings around a corner, doing a little hop, skip, and jump along the ledge of the building. “You’re losing, Wade.”

[Just like him to ignore my very heartfelt proposal.]

“Jesus, Webs. I was distracted. Watching you get all growly and bendy and throw things around does something to me right in the — ow, fuck.”

“Deadpool? Deadpool!? WADE!”

The shout gets louder in Wade’s ears as Spider-man swings over and lands gracefully in front of him. Wade is hunched, arms crossed over his stomach, eyes fixed on the ground near Spidey’s feet, a groan trying to sneak past his lips.

“Way to stick the landing, Spides. Can’t believe the Russian judge only gave you a nine.”

[Oh, shit. Is that my voice? That does not sound good.]

“That’s not how they score gymnasts anymore, Wade.”

[Webs sounds bad, too. Like ‘watching your uncle die in front of you’ bad.]

[What? Too soon?]

Wade coughs and feels his mouth filling with blood. He’s always hated that fucking taste. Thank god, he can’t be turned into a vampire.

[I don’t think.]

“Give it to me straight, baby boy. How bad is it?”

This time Spider-man doesn’t respond to the nickname; the one that is Deadpool’s favorite for completely different reasons than Spidey thinks. That, alone, tells him it’s bad.

Wade straightens carefully and shoves his mask up far enough that he can spit the blood out of his mouth, but not far enough that he has to look into Spidey’s panic stricken eyes. He’s not even sure how he knows they’re panicked considering they’re just large white spaces in a mask but Wade can feel the frantic energy coming off Webs in waves.

“I can, uh, see through you.”

“Well fuck,” Wade coughs and spits again. “That’s not good.”

Almost as if the knowledge of how bad it is finally makes it real, Wade feels himself list to the side before collapsing to his knees. The fall jars up into what he now knows is a fucking hole in his torso, like a lit fuse finally burning down to the dynamite.

“Just need a minute, Sweets.”

“Goddamnit, Wade.” Then: “Brace yourself.”

The second bit is right next to Wade’s ear and he realizes that he floated a little on the pain and Spider-man has moved next to him, hooking a lean arm under Wade’s knees and another across his back. Spidey barely gives Wade time to think before they’re hustling across the broken pavement and general superhero [anti-hero] fight rubble. Away from the robots.

[Ow. Ouch. Motherfucker. Shit. Piss. Fuck. Goddamn it. I’m going to fucking kill Webs for this.]

Wade fishes another pistol out of his pouch, flinching at the pull against his wound, and presses the muzzle into Spider-man’s forehead.

“That hurts a fuckton, Webster. I’m going to have to shoot you now.”

“Goddamn it, Wade.” Long, elegant fingers dig into the edges of the hole in Wade’s torso and the gun falls into his lap with a yelp. “Stop pretending like you’re going to shoot me.”

“I really meant it this time, Webs.” [I didn’t. I could never.] “Also, I’m really proud of you for using my horrific battle wound against me.”

“It’s only a battle wound if you were actually fighting,” Spidey snarks.

“I was fighting!”

“You were flirting.”

“I was fighting and flirting. I’m an excellent multi-tasker.”

“The massive hole in your stomach begs to differ.”

Spider-man stops and carefully drops Wade’s feet to the ground, nudging him until his back is pressed against a crumbling brick wall. Glancing down, Wade can see that the hole is already less of a hole, flesh and muscle knitting across the open space, making it look like a fucked up game of Cat’s Cradle.

He leans his head back against the wall and looks at the man in front of him. Spidey’s head is tilted down, also checking out the wound probably, and Wade doesn’t like the way Spider-man’s shoulders slump and his hands flex.

“Don’t think we’re not going to talk about that bridal carry,” Deadpool says, tugging his mask back down over the lower half of his face.

Spidey lifts his head and makes eye contact, or at least as much eye contact as can be made between two layers of mask.

“I take it you’re feeling better?”

Not for the first time Wade wishes he knew what the face underneath the spandex looked like. He can picture the curve of Spidey’s lips and the hard edge of his jaw and the mole on the left side of his neck just above his suit. But, just once, Wade wishes he could look into Spidey’s eyes and…

[Oh, shit.]

Over Spider-man’s shoulder, Wade can see the telltale streak of a robot missile headed right for them.

“So much better,” Wade replies as he reaches out and grabs Spidey around the neck, using the grip to spin them both and a well-placed foot behind Spidey’s ankle brings them crashing to the ground.

“Goddamnit, Wade.”

“Yell at me later, Spidey Cakes, I’m in the middle of something.”

Then Wade drapes his larger frame over Spider-man, using frantic hands to tuck in all his limbs. Wade’s eyes squeeze shut.

[This is going to hurt.]

————————————

The heat and flaring light surprises Peter. One minute he’s watching a hole in Wade’s torso close up and the next minute Wade is draped over him like a fire blanket. An analogy that proves apt when the bomb or whatever it is goes off right over their heads.

Even tucked underneath Deadpool, the heat makes Peter flinch. And, if it’s hot enough for that, he can only imagine how it must feel along Wade’s back.

“Goddamn it, Wade.”

“You need to get one of those clicky counters so you can keep track of how often you say that. Or you could use actual swear words like a real boy.”

“Your back.”

“Never left, Webs.”

Peter groans. “I meant your physical back. Why did you do that? Are you hurt?”

In immediate hindsight, Peter realizes that’s a dumb question. Wade’s back probably looks like a slab of meat that just came out of a smoker, of course he’s hurt.

“Yeah, Sweetums, but I can heal and you can’t.”

Wade’s voice is muffled from where his forehead is pressed into Peter’s shoulder. He can feel the hot puff of breath through his suit and the weight of Wade’s body on top of his own.

Peter’s heart is hammering and he’s having a hard time wrapping his brain around the fact that Wade just used himself as a human shield so that Peter didn’t get fried. Just like always, he decides to ignore whatever he’s feeling and cope with humor.

“Is this because I was winning?”

“You wish, Webs. I was just about to unleash hell. I could have taken the rest of the robots with one katana tied behind my back. Which, by the way, is something I’d be into if you’re interested.”

Leave it to Deadpool to ruin a moment of self-sacrifice and heroism with sexual innuendo.

“I am not interested.”

“Am I wearing you down, though?”

“No.”

“That’s a shame, Spides, because in a few minutes all the skin is going to grow in on my back and I’ll be ready for business.”

Peter shoves at Wade’s chest until he rolls off and onto his side with a hiss. One glance tells Peter that the hole in Wade’s stomach is still open, the edges charred black where fire from the explosion came through.

“I should have been burned,” Peter says as he pokes at the edges of the wound. Wade hisses again but lets him. “You have a hole in your stomach and I should have been burned.”

“Don’t worry, Webs,” Wade replies as he holds up a palm with the leather glove burned away and red, leaking blisters covering the skin. “I thought of everything. I’m incredibly conscientious when I’m on top.”

“Annnnd you ruined it.”

Peter hops up onto his feet scanning the street for more robots. He can hear the metallic stomping and banging sounds from a few blocks over. There’s always more work to do.

And if that work keeps Peter from thinking about how Deadpool saved him or lingering on the way Wade’s body felt over his own, all the better.

“Come on, Wade. Those robots aren’t going to decommission themselves.”

“Such a taskmaster, Webs,” Wade huffs as he struggles to his feet, draping an arm over Peter’s shoulders and leaning heavily against him. “Lucky for you, I like being told what do to.”

Peter turns and leans in, tapping his forehead gently against Wade’s temple. He takes a slow breath, relishing the moment before he pulls away and thwips a web to the top of the building next them.

“Better hurry, Wade, or I’m definitely going to win.”

As he swings away he hears Wade check the pistol in his grip and reply, “Not on your life, Webs.”

Which, Peter realizes, is sort of the problem.

#fanfic #spideypool fanfic #spideypool #wade wilson throwing himself in front of danger for spidey is canon