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brightnote · 9 months

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Marvel is playing a fast paced no risk no reward game and the characters and story are really paying for it

Yes yes an old complaint that Marvel fails its female characters and instead of fixing it they just fall into the same old tropes. But Secret Invasion failed Nick Fury, Rhodey, Talos, and Gravik too! This was a very very very good cast and they all did a great job with what they had but the stories are so bad, they are nonsensical, not well developed, filled with plot holes. In fact the only person who made it out of this show were the new characters G’iah and Sonya, and so far G’iah is pretty Mary Sue which is another Marvel problem!

This is a long one..

Black Widow is such a good example of this. Marvel never wanted to make a Black Widow movie. They did it for fan service and as an easier way to introduce Florence Pugh’s character, it was not in anyway to provide Natasha with a background, history, story, or development and it was total rushed nonsense. That movie was BAD. I rank it slightly above Quantumania. Natasha and Maria were in the MCU in 2012 to be there to be beautiful women around men (the bad ass normal (hot woman) trope). Also, the idea they had to kill Natasha off because she ~could never have a family!~ as if childless women don’t exist happily is pretty rough or because she could never deal with the mental stress of her old life…yet Hawkeye, Fury, all these male killers can adjust to life just fine, except for Gravik who apparently can’t get over killing so he kills Talos and Maria and all those other skrulls and people? Uhhh ok? Natasha gets a sad cold lonely death—at least a choice by her, a sacrifice to save everyone so Clint can go home to his wife and kids—after she spent five years doing Fury’s work because he died in the snap. Maria gets a sad cold lonely CRUEL death with nothing wrapped up and for no point.

So, Marvel then decides they want to make a Nick Fury project and to be honest I don’t feel like many people were asking or pushing for this… but sure let’s give a look into his life for some reason, cause he’s a man and he deserves it! It’s true that Fury also doesn’t have very much development but some his mystery and intrigue actually makes Fury cool. Like he’s a private person, he has to be because of his job. What we learn about him... is that all of his success was from Skrulls and women propping him up. So Marvel removes Talos and Maria from the story (but still makes sure Talos gets a family and a full on fucking funeral while Maria gets a body transfer and some random lady pathetically guilting Fury which didn’t even work) Marvel knows no one is gonna watch that shit if they find out it’s a short run for Hill and Talos and Ross and advertises this show as Fury + Friends spy thriller boots on the ground!! NO SUPERS!! What is it instead? A barely comprehensible loose outline where no one has ANY development at all there is no spy thriller storyline and there are ALIENS AND SUPERS THE ALIENS ARE THE SUPERS!! The the Super Aliens just kill the Fury Friends the regular way with a gun and a stab…. Then Fury who insists he is one step ahead and there’s a chess theme all around has so many awkward flubbed supposed to be cool lines and they make no sense.

Let’s look at them for a minute:

“Even when I’m out I’m in!” Yeah… he’s so IN that he couldn’t spot a totally obvious trap that gets his No. 1 ally killed right off the bat? Yeah welcome back to earth… he’s so in he only prepared his team FOR A BOMBING with infrared glasses, A+ game.

“Nobody calls me Nick” - Except the long history of many people calling him Nick, I don’t even know why this was a tell and this whole scene was so weird why would a skrull care about the human’s son sure idk makes sense……and also Talos is his close friend so if the allowance is that only his close friends can call him Nick, it wouldn’t be weird if Talos did…… …..

“No one can defend the world like I can” - says a man who can’t even defend his team from a knife and a gun…! This whole show just makes Fury look really really dumb and really really bad at his job and then he didn’t even do it he just left after assisting in creating even more chaos.

Is the point of this show that Fury is a delusional narcissist who never should have come back from SABER and probably maybe should have never been the head of SHIELD? So far this is my take away. What if this whole show is a set up for a Fury exit? That would make the most sense because after this circus you don’t got it buddy. No one really wanted a Nick Fury solo project. In fact, killing off Nick Fury’s allies who have propped him up for years so he can take all the credit for the win is very telling about the problems that exist in Marvel story telling. It really is too bad because this could have been a great set up for a Fury exit and if they just killed off Maria so she wouldn’t replace him in the next movies I think that’s unbelievable, the woman could have retired and gone to the real Tahiti, she doesn’t have to work forever? I think it’s fine if Monica takes over and with Maria gone she’s who I hope does but I always thought it was great to have a non super be the one doing it. Also Maria has to die to not get a promotion? We don’t even know where or what she is working on or who for, maybe she has different ambitions now, geeze Marvel.

I think a more fun plot for Secret Invasion is that Talos and Maria figure this shit out and get Nick Fury into gear—and they do it alive! I mean if they want to do this sad boi act, I think that’s fine but I he can’t just go from beach boy happy to suddenly so sad and pathetic in one year? It’s a much more interesting story to have the people around him get him together after he spent all his life getting them together!! People can be separated from their allies without dying?? And killing characters to show us THIS SHOW IS SERIOUS it’s just kinda dumb it’s already serious there’s one million shape shifting skulls and a skrull army trying to take over earth with super DNA and eradicate all people in a nuclear holocaust... but not enough stakes! If you wanted more stakes maybe don’t show off that Fury is gonna be in the Marvels before his show comes out, yeah? We know it’s fake we get that some people will die but to kill them in these dumb ways that does nothing for the story is so god damn stupid. Having Rhodey have been a skrull since Civil War? THAT IS FUCKED UP. No way. That totally ruins such great moments with him. This is not thought out. I am still wondering why Cobie said she had a lot of scenes with Don and I hope it is for something somewhere… but now I just don’t know.

The writing in Secret Invasion is bad. The cuts and edits are also bad. The plot twists aren’t really twists at all. In fact, there is not a single plot twist that wasn’t obvious from the get go. This whole show could have been a 5 minute clip at the start of the Marvels…people learn about the skulls and that they had kidnapped people and were pretending to be others, all chaos breaks loose on earth.

Plot gaps I am still mad about that we will never find answers on:

Why are Ross and Hill in Moscow? Was Maria tracking Ross and intercepted his call? That could have been SO COOL. But nothing on that front. Were they working together, what were they doing? Why would Ross call Maria for extraction if he had the top secret Gravik plans unless he wanted Maria to see them or know of them? What exactly is Maria’s job now and how can she just drop it all to go help Nick Fury? Was she still working for Fury this whole time? How if he keeps ignoring her? WHEN ROSS DIED AND CHANGED INTO AN ALIEN DID THEY JUST LEAVE HIM THERE? MARIA AND FURY DIDN’T TELL ANYONE, DIDN’T SOMEONE NOTICE THAT ROSS WAS MISSING????

Why would Hill contact Nick for Talos if Talos can contact Nick? Why would Hill contact Nick and tell him to come back if she was going to tell him to sit this one out? Why would Nick, a man who isn’t supposed to be on earth and that people are looking for, go out to a bar with Maria? Why and how was Gravik at the bar before Nick?

Why do Nick, Maria, and Talos have infrared glasses but not protective vests? Where did Maria’s glasses go? When Maria was looking at Gravik as Nick wouldn’t she have noticed he raised his gun up to shoot her? She was literally looking directly at him. If she saw Nick with a gun out at a bombing she wouldn’t take hers out too? Why would Gravik shoot Maria in the stomach and not like the heart like he shot G’iah? Did Gravik and Skrull Rhodey decide to shoot Maria from the start at the bombing or did Gravik just do it by chance? If the whole plan was to use her death as leverage against Fury why wasn’t it ACTUALLY leveraged against Fury? Why did this not get wrapped up. When did Maria, Talos, and Fury lose all sense of reality where they think they are invincible against bombs?? Like how was this the plan HOW WAS THIS THE REAL PLAN? Most importantly, why was Maria not wearing a vest? Why was Maria not wearing a vest? Why was Maria not wearing a vest? Why was Maria not wearing a vest? Why was Maria not wearing a vest? Why was Maria not wearing a vest? Why was Maria not wearing a vest? Why was Maria not wearing a vest? Why was Maria not wearing a vest? Why was Maria not wearing a vest? Why was Maria not wearing a vest? Why was Maria not wearing a vest? Why was Maria not wearing a vest? Why was Maria not wearing a vest? Why was Maria not wearing a vest? Why was Maria not wearing a vest? Why was Maria not wearing a vest? Why was Maria not wearing a vest? Why was Maria not wearing a vest? Why was Maria not wearing a vest? Why was Maria not wearing a vest? Why was Maria not wearing a vest? Not like a gay vest, like a protective vest?

Why would Maria notice G’iah at all and what is the purpose of their fight in the tunnel other than to give Maria a scratch on her nose so no one can think it wasn’t a different Maria that died? Like that was it? How does Maria lose a fight to G’iah??? Why does G’iah just change sides and why does Talos and Nick believe G’iah changed sides just like that. After it was a set up, why do they still trust and believe her? If Gravik is broken from all the killing he’s done for Fury why did he kill Maria and Talos?

Why did Nick only go to the body transfer and not her actual funeral, why didn’t he go to Talos’ funeral? I am sorry but for Maria that is not fucking funeral. It was literally just the transport of her body and why did they bring Maria’s mom out to that?? Does Maria have two moms? And Why did Nick only talk to one of them? Why did the cast Maria’s mom to guilt Nick into getting his shit together when still hasn’t even gotten his shit together and just goes home to his wife and is all happy? The only thing I learned from this show is that Nick Fury fucking sucks now, like yikes? His mental crisis comes at the expense of many innocent people and he does little to show gratitude or care for others. I get it’s Nick’s story but why bring Maria back to pick him up and then just die and serve no purpose to the story?

WHERE WAS MARIA IN FAR FROM HOME? Was she on a mental health break or does only Nick Fury get to do that? Why wasn’t Nick thanking Maria for taking care of shit while he was up in space? Instead he was kinda of rude to her a few times — but I guess this is what we learned about Nick is that everyone else props him up and he thankless about it? He makes a huge fucking mess again and then goes back up to space? Couldn’t this whole skrull reveal be where SECRET INVASION STARTS AND NOT WHERE IT ENDS? Idk why they made this show, except to make a nice pay day to Cobie? It’s really too bad because Marvel should have taken the opportunity to usher Maria in as a new lead for when Fury retires, people know her, Cobie has a huge following, and people like her and it would have been such a great way to tie in the old phase one people with the new phase 5 people. G’iah taking over for Fury would be very stupid, the whole point of Fury / Maria / Coulson is that they are bad ass normals. G’iah taking over would be dumb and no one is going to know who she is since she’s not going to be tied into the Marvels, which makes NO SENSE? Sigh. I guess Maria will never get her moment. RIP.

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ask-the-totally-real-peppino · 1 year

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Hello there! I just wanted to quickly pop in to say that I really like your version of Fake Peppino, and I wanted to quickly share one of my little theories/headcanons for him! With that being said, here is said theory/headcanon of mine:

So, back when Pep was still Bruno, Bruno's wife, who we'll just call uhhh- "Mary" for now, was a big fan of the color of pink. Mary's reasoning for her love of pink was simple: "Pink is the color of joy!" As she would say, "It helps spread happiness and love among others!". Now, back in the present day, Pep obviously doesn't quite remember his past life as Bruno or his wife Mary anymore, however... Occasionally, when Pep see's the color pink, he will sometimes hear a women's voice in his head, however he can never quite tell what it is that she's saying, as her voice is always distance and muffled. It really confuses Pep when it happens, cause he doesn't recall ever hearing anyone that sounds like her, yet somehow, her... Her voice is so incredibly familiar to him, and he just can't figure out why.

I’m sure this isn’t the best or the most interesting theory/headcanon you’ve heard, but I still thought maybe you’d enjoy seeing it

(Wehhh, that's so sweet, but also very sad! I think bittersweet is the word for it! I had to doodle a little something to go with it!)

#ooc post #theory post #thank you for sharing this!#I might of teared up a little!!!#but I am a huge sap so it is not hard to make me cry asdffg

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junkzsillystuff · 2 months

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drabble 1 : Gifted

Be NICE please, I’m really embarrassed about posting things I’m not very good at writing about but I want to move out of my comfort zone. uhhh this is mlarry kinda but Mary finishes the key, has nothing to work on and panics, Larrys there but not really, he just comforts her lmaoo. I didn’t reread or check for errors (its only like 500 words) so 📉 also gnarp border because I like gnarpy

Mary's working, she's always working and sometimes days feel repetitive; school, work, sleep, school, work, sleep. Mary doesn’t have time for anyone else, except Barry occasionally during lunch or in between classes. As she paints the last layer of the key she lets out a breath of fresh air, sitting back in her seat. It’s practically done, she only needs to test it. Instead of finding a test subject, Mary just…sits. 10 long assignments, 10 of which she was required to do as the “gifted”. It's over, it’s over and Mary finally doesn’t have to work anymore—which would be fine had she not dedicated her entire life to finishing her assignments.

She doesn’t quite remember what it was like before she became “gifted” because she's been that her entire life. Marys not dumb, she isn’t stupid, she heard the murmurs of “teachers pet” all throughout her life. The whispers from the teachers of how incredible she is, the disdain from the students whenever she's around. Was being “gifted” ever worth it? She's done so much, received so many accomplishments and yet—she's missed out on so much. Mary doesn’t know how to talk to people in a way that isn’t malicious or manipulative, the thought of being open and vulnerable makes her want to puke.

What now? What does she do? She's nothing, nothing when she's not working. Nothing.

“Nothing” rings repeatedly in her head as her breath quickens, she's rocking herself back and forth slowly now. Eyes darting from her scarred hands to the key, and then back, she’ll never have another assignment to work on again and eventually Barry will get tired of her. Mary herself isn’t entertaining, she's a work of screw ups and poorly bandaged wounds. And, when she feels warm tears fall down her face, stinging her eyes, she almost wants to laugh. Mary would have laughed had her voice not been stuck in her throat.

“Mary?” A soft voice says, she knows who it is.

She barely hears him over the beating of her own heart. He's behind her, a flash of fear pours over her, she doesn’t like being vulnerable, she doesn’t like crying. But she's so sure he can hear her quiet sniffles. She hears him walk towards her, a hesitant step, then a few more. Mary turns around slowly, hyperventilating as she stares at him. Why is he here? Surely he just wanted to comfort the girl he thought he liked, not deal with the absolute mess Mary was. He should go, he should leave like the others. She hates that he doesn’t.

Mary lets out a small whimper as she feels warm hands wrap around her, how long has it been since someone hugged her? She chokes on a sob, burying herself into Larry's chest. His voice is comforting to listen to, even if she can’t make out the words due to her own weeping. When Mary finally cries herself dry, Larry's shirt (and suit jacket) is absolutely soaked. She's so tired that she can’t bring herself to feel embarrassed. Her eyes sting as she closes them, but it's okay, it's all okay now.

This is not nothing, this is more, this is okay.

#break in roblox #break in 2 #larry break in 2 #mary break in 2 #mlarry #tw for panic attack (?)#I need to expand on the gifted kid experience #i was NEVER a gifted kid btw #so this is just me rambling about Mary being gifted and missing out on life #Idk what it’s actually like

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tigertofu · 8 months

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You’ve probably already wrote about this but what about headcanons for Trevor as a husband and father?

i actually havent written abt him as a husband and i have done some headcanons of him as a new father (heres that list if ur interested n havent seen it already) but i'll very happily do more so ty for this request !! 💕💕 love thinking abt him in Domestic situations........

pairing: reader/Trevor (no gendered language used for reader)

summary: headcanon list of Trevor as a husband and father.

cw's: child endangerment ?

wordcount: 1,044

as a husband :

• when it comes to Trevor and marriage, canonically, there’s some uhhh mixed signals? he’s said to Michael that he isn’t “the marrying type” but we also have seen him beg total strangers to marry him (like Mary Ann). i think, if he were to seriously consider marrying somebody, it would be after dating for quiiiiite awhile. he’d want to make absolutely sure that the person he proposes to is someone who will truly dedicate themselves to being with him for the rest of their life cuz boy howdy i cannot imagine his abandonment issues and a possible divorce mixing well at all. he’d wanna make sure 100% that the marriage will last forever. but once he does propose, it will be both sentimental and casual. probably somewhere important to the two of you, like the place where you first met, or had your first date, or fucked for the first time.

• the second you two are married, he’ll be overjoyed by the fact that someone loves him enough to want to spend the rest of their life with him, so he’ll be coasting through ecstatic, marital bliss for a long while after the wedding. just in the best of moods. he’ll be extremely clingy during this time, more than ever. smothering really. he’ll wanna spend as much time as possible with you. he’ll love to show you off every chance he gets; mention that he’s married to a wonderful person every chance he gets, to everyone he comes into contact with.

• he’ll expect you to move in with him (if you aren’t already living together at his place) after getting married cuz there’s no way in hell he’s moving out of his trailer if he doesn’t have to. he’ll let you renovate/redecorate/clean the place as much as you want, though.

• one caveat for this newly married phase: he won’t immediately understand that being married = assumed mutual monogamy. and this isn’t because of any malicious reason at all; he’ll just continue on enjoying strippers as he always has and he won’t try to hide it because he won’t even be aware that he's doing something generally frowned upon. you’ll quickly notice that he’s still visiting the Vanilla Unicorn for more than just business reasons. once you tell him that hey, being married means not fucking (or groping or ogling) anybody but your spouse, he’ll knock off the stripper habit for good. he might have a mini breakdown and assume you’re about to tell him you’re leaving him when you first start the “hey no more strippers” convo, but will calm down once you tell him that you aren’t planning on a divorce or anything.

• he will frequently bring you little gifts. bouquets of dandelions picked from the side of the highway or flowers yoinked from some random house’s garden, takeout dinner from your favorite restaurant, articles of clothing that he sees in the shops while out alone and assumes you would look good in (that will also probably not be anywhere near your size or style). it’s the thought that counts, though. and every time he brings you home a little treat or something special, he will present it to you with the biggest, self–satisfied grin because he knows that that’s what good husbands do and he is being the totally greatest husband ever.

• he will constantly ask if he’s being a good husband and will need frequent reassurance that yes, he is being good. because of his abandonment issues, he will always be a little weary about treating you well.

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as a father:

• imo Trevor as a father can be pretty much summed up in three words: protective, problematic, and proud.

• from early on in the child’s life he will be sure to pound into their head that they are THE smartest, strongest, bestest son/daughter ever. this is for two reasons. 1 (subconscious): his mother and her myriad of boyfriends/husbands/johns never gave him a single encouraging word while he was growing up and he will want to kind of heal from that by being the exact opposite with his own child. and 2 (very much conscious): any child of his is just going to be the Strongest Smartest Bestest Kid Ever because duh, they came from good stock.

• he may not be the most involved dad (busy with his work and such), but he will be a fun dad. so fun it’s dangerous. kid sees their dad handling a gun one day and expresses interest? time for Baby’s First Firearm! who cares if they aren’t even old enough to write their own name? doesn’t matter. it’s a tough world out there; get that kid a fucking pistol and teach them how to exercise their 2nd Amendment rights ASAP. arguments may occur when you try to tell Trevor that no, the kid is not old enough for a gun or a knife or a dirtbike or fire crackers or any other number of age–inappropriate things. despite being extremely protective of his offspring, the largest threat to their wellbeing will be, inadvertently, him.

• he’ll probably wanna “”””””homeschool“””””” the kid because (according to him) fuck the government they teach useless stuff in public schools nowadays anyways and his kid isn't gonna waste their precious formative years learning about US presidents and the fucking water cycle no sirree they're gonna learn how to make it out in the Real World. curriculum will include how to shoot at the earliest age you are okay with the kid handling a gun, how to drive as soon as they’re tall enough to reach the gas pedal of Trevor’s Bodhi, how to deal with cops and the shady characters that inhabit Sandy Shores, how to scrap, etc etc etc.

• the kid will absolutely love Trevor though. like absolutely adore him and very much look up to him. he already has a bit of experience with handling kids because of being around for Jimmy and Tracey's childhoods, but there will be a few things in the parenting department that would be better left up to you. like how to healthily process emotions, how to politely interact with other people, how to maintain personal hygiene, etc.

#requests #trevor philips #trevor philips/reader #trevor philips/you #trevor philipsxreader #trevor philips headcanons #gta v #gtav

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justanotherspeck · 1 year

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s1 my beloved

transcript below the cut:

CASPAR: Anyway, this is Midnight Burger. I’m Caspar.

AVA (Outside): FUCK. YES.

CASPAR: That’s Ava, she’s always here.

AVA: (Outside) NICOTINE, GET IN ME.

CASPAR: And this is a... diner.

GLORIA: Are you sure?

CASPAR: The huge murder beast is having a coffee break

ZEBULON: For our marriage is made strong by a singular truth.

EFFIE: That divorce is an abomination.

ZEBULON: … And that we love each other very much.

EFFIE: Yes, also that.

THE EX: You can’t let that stand in the way of true love.

LEIF: Honey, you lay eggs.

THE EX: Why do you keep bringing that up?!

LEIF: It’s an important detail!

GLORIA: Do you ever feel like Leif is almost too relaxed? He goes with the flow no matter what, it’s weird.

AVA: Oh yeah? Watch this. Hey, Leif?

LEIF (In the kitchen): Yeah?

AVA: I’ve been thinking about it and, I don’t know, I still feel like a hot dog is a sandwich.

[POTS CRASHING.]

LEIF (In the kitchen): For fuck’s sake!

MARY: Can you help me?

CASPAR: What’s happening?

MARY: The officer outside, he’s been looking for me for days. I’ve managed to avoid him so far but now that’s him outside. Can you hide me somewhere? This desperate plea is brought to you by Arby’s. Arby’s, we have the meats.

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LEIF: This Molotov Cocktail is brought to you by communism!

[BOTTLE SMASHING]

EFFIE: Yes, yes, of course. Our Lord is a God of peace.

ZEBULON: Indeed.

EFFIE: Unless you’re a merchant outside the temple, then look out for the chokehold of Jesus.

ZEBULON: Honey!

CASPAR: Ava, what are you doing?

AVA: I’m getting this jug of moonshine and going out in the parking lot to watch a fist fight. Suck on that, Stephen Hawking.

CASPAR: Oh, no. What are we going to do without all the essential work you do around here? Who will do the incredibly hard work of being an asshole to people?

AVA: That’s not work, that’s how I relax.

CASPAR: Well you must be really relaxed.

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STEVE: We had come upon a binary star system. I looked upon these two stars rotating around their barycenter and my thoughts turned to my wife. We were like these two stars, locked into an eternal dance only due to chance and gravity, unable to recall a moment where we chose each other and unable to escape this rotation. Knowing that to move closer would obliterate us both.

CASPAR: This went from fun idea to Russian novel real fast.

STEVE: Hello, my friends. I am about to go on a date.

CASPAR: Yeah, we heard... uhhh nice work, buddy.

LEIF: Go get ‘em, tiger.

STEVE: I have no idea how to go on a date.

CASPAR: Oh.

LEIF: Shit, okay, uh...

CASPAR: Um... Ask her about her job.

LEIF: Yeah, her life in general.

CASPAR: Listen a lot.

LEIF: Don’t try and be funny.

CASPAR: Try sharing a secret with her.

LEIF: If she asks you to do something illegal, it may be a test.

CASPAR: What?

LEIF: Really gauge the situation at that point, is she kidding or does she actually want to do crimes?

CASPAR: What are you talking about?

LEIF: This is good advice.

CASPAR: Where, the Pirate Isle of Tortuga?

EFFIE: Caspar, thanks for being with us today.

CASPAR (Whispering): So great to be here, go fuck yourself.

CASPAR: Gloria, we’re going to have to go.

GLORIA: Oh, man. Okay. Guys, gather round.

[HEARTBREAKING MUSIC]

CASPAR: What the hell is that music?

[WOLVES WIMPERING]

GLORIA: V, Jungkook, Jimin, Suga, Jin, RM, J-Hope. I want you to know that I love you all very much. But I have my own pack, and I have to go run with them now.

EFFIE: (Fighting back tears) It’s... so hard to hear her say goodbye to the wolves.

ZEBULON (Also crying): I didn’t realize she named them after the members of BTS.

CASPAR: We should get one of those signs that says “This many days since an accident”.

LEIF: Yeah, except ours would say “This many days since your sentient radio quoted the Egyptian Book of the Dead, switched personalities, or steered you into a supermassive black hole.”

CASPAR: ...That’s way too long for a sign, Leif.

GLORIA: Yeah, Leif, that’s—

CASPAR: As a straight white male you know one thing about me: I’ve watched a lot of History Channel.

GLORIA: Okay, I’m thinking a chair, some rope, and I’ll pour hot coffee on her, let’s do some Guantanamo shit.

JANE (Overlapping): It’s no use, guys.

GLORIA: Did the doors to the diner just lock?

CASPAR: They did. Effie, what in the Amityville Horror is happening right now?

JANE: Does having you kidnapped maybe count as a romantic gesture at all?

CASPAR, narrating: In Ava’s defense, she was unilaterally putting everyone in danger... That doesn’t make it better, does it?

AVA: I am going to rip your balls off!

CASPAR: Oh, don’t threaten me with a good time.

#midnight burger #midnight burger podcast #podcast recommendation #i love them all so much #also #i finally figured out audio transitions #was not that hard #but also #this took me way longer than i thought #writing. voice acting. dynamics. all so good.#who else is doing is like midnight burger #i mean actually who is bc i need to know. none of my podcasts are updating/updating frequently and im losing it #lord knows if i'll do this for any other season tbh #i also was tempted to animate this but i ran into two problems: motivation and lack of skill #so it'll stay in my head lmao

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omoriboii · 1 year

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gimme the circle snuuy lore 👁👁 /lh

AAAHWWAhh UuUUm Ok a Y...uhhh

god I have so many versions of this type of au/scenario lemme just- picck on e

(TW for ED's/Eating Disorders for anyone sensitive to those)

Soooo I always thought it would make a lot of sense, characterization wise, that Sunny would have some form of difficult relationship with food. One of the few times you see him actually 'eat something' it's in the scenario of him waking up suddenly at night, attempting to eat something and then shortly after puking. Those two actions alone immediately struck a chord. It either meant one of two things.

1: Sunny ate a steak that wasn't properly cooked WHyThe FUck Did YoU MicRoWave A SteaK and got food poisioning

orrr..

2: Sunny has some form of anorexia/bulimia, and when he finally went downstairs to eat, he only did it purely out of instinctual emergency. The bulimic route meaning he immediately felt guilty about eating, or felt disgusted doing it, and therefore threw up, or it was anorexia, and he'd been sleeping constantly as a way to avoid taking care of himself, including eating, and when he did finally eat he had absolutely no idea to pace himself.

Thinking about this, it made me wonder the probability of how things would shape up post-good ending. As one of the ways someone can express forms of depression, guilt, or self loathing is starving themselves. I feel like if things happened the way they did (he got hospitalized because of funny Bagel man) and he ended up minorly disabled, a lot more attention would be put into making sure he'd recover okay, since it's a very common issue for underweight fellows to struggle with recovery.

I think at first (if Sunny's mom did truly care for him) they would try to establish a better schedule for him, including regular meals and activities that wasn't ENTIRELY based on just sleeping 24/7 that would first help boost him from being an underweight twig to actually normal weight.

Though with most people who go through recovery of traumatic events, having a form of coping would be almost mandatory. I think in Sunny trying to correct his poor self-care habits he may end up overdoing it a bit, since he's seen to be one of the least physically active of the group, and often depriving himself of food (which it does genuinely seem like he has interest in food! Just look at all the food oriented things in his dreams) I feel like overeating for him would end up happening easily because he probably hadn't given himself the liberty to actually enjoy himself and do something that makes him feel happy.

He wouldn't feel like everything he did would be wrong because he hurt his sister.

In part of forgiving himself, he accidentally becomes big, probably gets invested in hobbies like drawing, or writing, and maybe violin again if he can will himself to do it again for his own sake. None of those hobbies would be very physically taxing anyways, and with everyone worrying about whether or not he's gonna become depressed/suicidal again, of course they're gonna offer him cookies and shit and be like (hey I know this thing makes you happy and I want you to be happy type of scenario.)

So when Sunny finally comes back to meet his friends again, they all realize that he's definitely changed as a person, but also that they now have the ultimate cuddle buddy if they ever decided to do sleepovers again.

I think chubby Sunny would both feel a lot more at peace with himself, and Mari, but also probably kinda pouty because damn, maintaining a normal frame isn't as easy as it was in his dreams- lmao.

ALSO ONE SIDE NOTE- (i know this is long im so sorry) but it's also a lot more probable for previous Anorexics/Bulimics to accidentally gain a lot more weight because when going through the process of starving your body's immune system drops which makes the probability of sickness and weight gain easier because your metabolism is much slower.

Hahahah round Snuuy stuck in bed sicc while doodling and eating soup dpfikoguydfihugofdliugfdnjligfdklgd

#omoasks #im so sorry for dumping #i just #this means a lot to me #sdfpoisdjfsdid #omori aus #omori #omori sunny

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soyces · 8 months

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Morning Tea(Johnlock) Pt 3

tags- fluff, angst :D

notes: I was procrastinating on this for so long but its finished!! sort of the next chapter is uhhh happening at some point just bear with me-

Chapter 2 (Johns point of view)

I sigh. While looking down at my knees. How could he not understand? How could he not know immediately? Is this the one thing he cannot deduct? Why do I have to say it…

These thoughts spin around in my mind like a carousel. Constantly in motion and more and more people crowding onto it. In this case it's paranoia, anxiety, and shame trying to crowd my mind. I'm sick of it. So I decided to say what's really on my mind, he deserves nothing but honesty.

I lift my head suddenly and look him in the eye briefly then look back at my hands.

“Sherlock I-...I feel ashamed of myself okay? I’m surprised you didn't figure that out sooner with your brilliant mind-. I pause, then take a breath, I am agitated again, I can suddenly feel every pore on my face, I can feel my skin on my body and it's making me ill. I breathe in sharply.

“I feel like…I’ve hurt Mary. I feel as though I have done something I shouldn't have. And-...I should have stopped myself even if I was intoxicated. Which is another thing. Me? Drunk? That drunk?” I exhale and look down at my hands again. Why can't I look him in the eye? What is the matter with me? I ask myself

“I understand.” he mumbled while looking at my hands. That's it? That's all the brilliant Sherlock Holmes has to say? Why am I getting upset with him? He did nothing wrong. I’m pretty sure I initiated everything-

“I’ve never been good at understanding people’s emotions John-”

“Oh well we can all see that!” I chuckle mockingly while my voice proceeds to break.

“Yet strangely, I can understand yours” He says firmly with a neutral face.

I scrunch up my face trying to make sure my eyes don't water too much. But there's no point, he'd already know that I am crying, he’d know that I feel like a horrible person and that I feel ashamed of myself just by looking at me- He knows me inside out. He has me all figured out. And he already knows that what i really do regret is not the fact that it happened but the fact that i enjoyed it.

“What I want to know John…The one thing I'm too distracted to figure out. Do you regret it?” He seems genuine, he doesn't know- I lean back in my chair with a sort of puzzled and surprised face but I try not to make it obvious. I quickly sit back up and wipe my eyes before finally looking him in the face, his face still pierced with those cheekbones and messy bed hair. I inhale sharply and begin to speak.

“I- I don’t know…” I knew, I knew exactly, I knew that I didn't regret anything except the fact that I cannot seem to allow myself to be happy after Mary. Everything I do I feel as though she would be hurt by it-I suddenly stand up and mumble something to Sherlock then rush to the sink and wash my face trying to pull myself together. I quickly glance back at Sherlock…he looks broken. He looks like a candle whos final flame had just been blown out- this had made me realize how selfish i was. While I was trying to make myself feel better about the situation I couldn't bother to notice that he was hurt. I exhale sharply and wash my face again, making a mess on my shirt as the water drips down my face almost as if they were tears.

#johnlock #sherlock fanfic #fanfic #bbc sherlock #angst #fluff #sherlock holmes #sherlock x john

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katiehwang · 1 year

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY KUDOU SHINICHI!!

So as a detco fan for uhhh about four years now, I had this thought about how... ordinary Shinichi is in detco universe where Japan had a bunch of genius teens and adults. Beika alone have Shinichi and Yuusaku, Sera and Mary, Amuro, Akai, Jodie, then we have those in other part of Japan like Heiji and Heizo, Kaito, Hakuba, and other competent officers outside of TMPD. Hundreds of new chapters in detco, everytime new characters were introduced, most of them were more intelligent than the average people. I've come to wonder why Shinichi was such a Big Deal. Why he's the Great Detective and saviour of the police? Lots of other people could have achieve that title, so does Shinichi only got there first because he's a detective nerd? The one who cannot get enough of deducing things? The one who have connection to police and thus can squeeze their way into most investigations?

Then I had this new thing in my life that is quite familiar to detective work (seriously they have all these cases and interrogation stuff going on) . At first I was excited to dive into it because it really is a similar setting to detco minus the crimes and murder, but then.... I got tired of it. I got bored, and most of the time came up blank even with all the clues in front of me because I'm so tired of it. There's also the fact that there is sooo many cases coming in and every one of them is different and certainly does not follow the textbook rules. There's also the knowledge that if we got to the wrong conclusion we will literally ruin someone's life and... Isn't that the most depressing thought? Everyone's pressuring you and you cannot fault them because it is a big responsibility.

So I guess now I understand why detco can have hundreds of geniuses but only one Heisei Holmes. Only one Kudou Shinichi. Because he's the one who put his heart into it. The one who have passion for the one truth. The one that got his ass kicked by that very same passion yet still pick himself up and continue to pursue his goal to put all criminals behind bars. The one that knows full well of the weight of his words and thus put so much care into it. The one that truly cares about every single person around him instead of seeing them as mere pieces in a puzzle (at least for this one, he learn it throughout the journey).

Most of the brilliant characters in DC can be a good and competent detective. Some of them already are. Most of them have kind hearts and don't want random people to be wrongfully accused. But intelligence and kindness alone are not enough to be a great detective because it's not just about piecing together puzzle or solving a code. You still have to interrogate people that don't want to be interrogated, talk to people with emotions ranging from devastated to murderous, with a certain time limit or else the evidences will disappear either naturally or planned. Isn't it stressful? Top it with the whole being-in-the-same-room-with-a-murderer... It's certainly hard to find anyone that will happily put themselves in those situations because if I were to be the smartest person in the world I sure would find better things to do.

#Yeayy Shinichi's appreciation post!#Forgive me I cannot draw I can only rant so happy birthday to my favourite boy!!#Seriously I'm in this state where I'm desperate to have Shinichi's intelligence. Life is hard and my brain not fast enough to catch up #Now that I think about is Shinichi a genius or just a diligent student?#That's possible because he can read all Sherlock Holmes book multiple time while I cannot #There's some book I can read but not fast and I think I forgot most details #Too bad so sad I guess I will just lie down in this pool of dissapointment and admire Shinichi from under here #Lol I'm kidding I'm not that depressed. Anyway I know most of this rant is stupid-#-but I love my smart boy and having all these new detectives make me feel like he's not that special anymore that's why #Kudou Shinichi #Detective Conan #This is quite rushed and English is certainly not my first language so pardon me #Long post

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peace-for-levi · 2 years

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professor!levi drabble #2

a continuation of sorts on from this ! and to think this was meant to be a drabble but it ended up being 2700 words of me wanting my ass ate by professor!levi bYEEEEE.

content warnings: blatant smut, levi being a tease, a bit more body worship than what i'd like but anyway, hints of overstimulation, use of vibe, anal play (f!receiving)

tagging: @levi-my-beloved @levmada @poisonpeche @maries-gallery and uhhh @bibblelevi (idk u requested professor!levi from my first.)

"[F/n]?"

Your head rose slowly from your notes. You merely glanced at him and then went right back to reading. Well, at least you acknowledged his presence, right?

It was just after seven – or eight, maybe (you weren't keeping track) – and Levi had just peered his head into where you were: his bedroom. Although, he had grown comfortable now calling it your shared bedroom. It was a cosy space, nice warm tones cast from the glowing, amber lamps on his bedside lockers. On his desk were two bundles of exams he had assigned recently and they sat stacked before his laptop. His workspace both at the university and at home were immaculate, though that was hardly a surprise.

“Working hard, or hardly working?” he asks you.

You just scoff in response, now crossing one leg over the other. He rests his briefcase down and loosens his tie – but doesn’t take it off – before setting his gaze on you. You’re just wearing your pyjamas or bed clothes: a loose, camisole and some frilly shorts. Comfortable clothes were key for studying. But, he didn’t like that you were on your back while studying.

“Tch, [F/n]... I know you find it comfortable, but lying down whilst trying to study will just make you sleepy. Lying on a bed in particular totally defeats the purpose.” He reminds you.

“Sorry, O Wisened One,” you mock, but then you squish the notes against your face, sighing heavily. He is sliding your shoes together into two neat pairs by his door when he hears your sigh and he pouts a bit upon seeing your crestfallen expression. You swore you heard him hum to himself, as if that comment pissed him off but he was just biting his tongue. You speak up: “I’m… just exhausted. It’s just– I don’t know. My brain is rejecting all information at this stage.”

Ah, reading week. Levi remembers this time a bit too well for his liking, all of the hours he poured into his exams and assignments. Sure, it all paid off in the end and he considered himself fortunate to be able to teach a subject he was so passionate about, but that doesn’t mean he’s forgotten the arduous journey it took to reach that point.

If there were any benefits about lowkey dating your professor it would be that he was the most reliable person when it came to giving you tips. For appearances sake and in the interest of being fair – which you totally understood – he never gave you any tips on his tests. People were already having their suspicions anyway… But for your other modules, he never minded quizzing you, helping you study, buying you snacks – getting or doing anything you needed to make the process easier.

And one of those things included allowing you to crash at his house every now and then. He didn’t mind at all; it meant not having to hide or pretend you didn’t exist. He could have you in any way you presented yourself to him; take you against the counter in the kitchen or in his bed, and not over the desk in his office. He could also wake up next to you and treat you as his girlfriend who he had come to genuinely care for, and not feel so filthy for getting with one of his students. He could take you on dates easier or order takeout as you both watch the most mindless documentaries.

He had half a mind to ask you to officially move in with him, but he doesn’t know how you’d feel moving in with a man who is both ten years your senior and your professor for the next two years.

He goes to shrug off his waistcoat when he hears you groan again. This time, however, there’s a bit of a whine to it too. He walks over to the bed and sits on it, observing the notepad that was now acting as a canopy for the light in the room.

“Tired, sweetheart?” he asks, though he knows the answer. You give an ‘mm-hmm’ and move to stretch your arms. “Stressed?” he presses further, now removing his tie. You nod, and you hate to admit it but it was very easy for your eyes to well with tears when you were overwhelmed with your studies.

Ah, but Levi can make it all better.

God, fuck you for wearing those damn frilly pajamas and lying on his bed so innocently. Yes, innocently, because he was attracted to you in every conceivable way. It didn’t matter what you did, or how you dressed; he was always craving you.

When he was teaching a very disengaged class who were on their phones the whole time or clearly not paying attention, it was like his mind would automatically jump to thinking of you to pass the time. What he’d get you to do for him that night, or perhaps what you’d even treat him to. What position he’d put you in, which one of his vibrators or plugs would he use on you…

Yeah, Levi could definitely make it all better.

“I’m sorry, darling…” he whispers, swinging a leg over yours and straddling you there. You quickly blink your tears away. “You’re working so hard…” he breathes into your neck whilst reaching for your wrists, “...and I haven’t been properly tending to your needs.”

Your wrists are enclosed in his larger hands and quickly – and expertly – bound by his grey tie. Your eyes are as wide as plates but you’re quickly trying to suppress a grin. He lifts up your sheer cami that did nothing to hide your pebbled nipples at his electric touch. Oh, how he loves it when you don’t wear a bra.

He’s always so soft and gentle at first. The bump of his nose trails around your navel, his lips leaving kisses in its wake. He takes his time worshipping every inch of you with open-mouth and hot kisses. He moves up to drag the flat of his tongue up and down the columns of your neck and across your collarbones, blowing a cheeky puff of air against them to make you shiver. He smirks.

Cute, he thinks as he goes to press kisses down the valley of your breasts. When he takes a hardened nipple into his mouth, you begin squirming more. It already was torturous not being able to touch him back.

He just couldn’t help it – when it came to you, he wanted to do everything.

As you softly mewl his name, he feels his cock strain against his briefs. He moves to fiddle with the button on his slacks, desperate for some relief. It is a little awkward to palm himself while his mouth is occupied with one nipple while his other hand is busy with the other. But his body acts quicker than he’d like and he’s suddenly grinding against the bunched up duvet beneath you, his cock pulsating. It’s entirely unintentional and he does his damn best to not cum until you have. You need to first, this is all about you.

“Please… please, Levi– Sir… Please, I need you to touch me–” Fuck, that did it. He can’t help it now as he slowly ruts against the quilt and it’s a constant motion after that. You smile ear to ear at this, happy he’s not denying himself of this pleasurable experience. “You like it when I moan for you, professor?”

“Shit…” he curses under his breath.

No, he has a façade to keep up.

He needs to continue pleasing you otherwise he’d be cumming in his pants before the main event. Which has happened a few times already.

The chaste kisses and nips down your torso continue until he is finally between your legs. With a firm grip on your inner thighs, he spreads your legs apart and he briefly leans down to kiss just next to your cunt. He pulls away to thumb over the faint marks that have faded over time.

“Love those,” he comments and he pulls back to slide your shorts and panties down your legs. “Hmm, I should use my tie more often. You’re so well behaved tonight.” You don’t see this as permission to be able to touch him – or being allowed to touch yourself either. “Turn around.”

You huff, but obey. He offers his praise and removes the tie binding your wrists. Thumbs smoothing over them for a second, he orders you to keep them on your back. Gentle he presses on the small of your back, allowing your back to fall into an arch. Perfect position.

He swallows thickly at the way your cunt is squished against your thighs. Licking his middle and index finger, he finally – finally – gives you what you want and touches you through your sopping folds. His touches are so light and teasing – it’s not enough, not nearly enough. The wet sounds of his fingers caressing you through your folds are most certainly audible and you nearly feel embarrassed.

“Got that wet from me just kissing you down your body? How cute.”

He leans in to kiss at your pussy and you twitch against his mouth, aching for more. But as soon as his tongue meets your pussy, he’s gone.

“Levi, what are you– oh, god–” you moan out as his tongue swipes at your other entrance. Your cute little cries and tiny gasps surely are a sign for him to keep going. You turn your head to the side and look at him and your jaw drops. He’s sucking on his own fingers and when he takes them out again there is an audible pop. Your puckered hole twitches some more as he runs the pads of his sinewy fingers over it. “That’s– Oh, fuck, Levi!”

Doubt suddenly plants itself in his mind. “Wait, do you need me to stop?”

You two had discussed in passing on teasing here, but that boundary of sorts was never passed. Not until now. He nearly feels bad for not asking you beforehand.

You frantically shake your head. “N-No, please don’t–”

Once more, his fingers are back to teasing. “That’s good. You’ve been working so hard lately, making me so proud. I intend to spoil you tonight until you’re cumming repeatedly,” he replies. He leans down to lick again. “You’re such a good girl, you know that?” His cockhead is leaking so much precum now. He doesn’t even need to see it to know that to be true; he feels truly high just by touching your body and eating you out. “What are you to me?”

“I– I’m y-your good girl–! Fuck, fuck, Levi, shit–”

His lithe fingers move to rub soft circles at your clit before returning to your puckering hole. He moans against your entrance when he feels just how much you are dripping for him. Inadvertently, you attempt to keep his hand on your clit in place but it is quickly pinned onto your ass again and the touching there from him stops. With one hand now free, he palms himself through his opened slacks and through his briefs.

God, he’s fucked you countless times already but never here. With how tight you are naturally around him sometimes, he can’t imagine how tight your ass would. He groans once more as he fishes his hand through his briefs and he’s stroking his thick cock. His hand is no comparison to your gummy walls that suck him in and milk him for all he’s worth. But it certainly wouldn’t be impossible for him to cum just from touching himself as he teases you with his tongue.

A few minutes of him pass by of him just poking and prodding at your entrance before he’s up on his knees.

“Turn around,” he orders, opening the door to his bedside locker and you’re back to where you started the night. This time without your notebook in hand but one of his small bullet vibrators that he purchased for you. “Lowest setting.”

Your chest heaves, aching for relief. “No, higher than that, Levi, come on–”

“Lowest setting or you can put the vibrator back and I’ll edge you to tears with just my tongue at your ass.” He warns.

You whimper a small bit, but knowing how ruthless your professor could be at edging, you obey. You place the vibe at your hardened clit and even at the lowest setting, you can still hear the squelching sound of your wet pussy. You grind your hips against it, aching for more friction as Levi returns. It is so hard to ignore the sounds amplified by the vibrator though.

“Do you hear how wet you are? Do you hear how noisy this cunt is?”

You feel the familiar knot in your belly tighten and it’s fast approaching. “You– You’re being mean… I just wanna cum…”

He tuts into your ear when he comes up. “I’m not being mean,” he denies, but when he catches your gaze and sees how your eyes are welling with tears more from the sheer intensity and pleasure he’s made you feel, he tones the mean-ish façade down a notch. “Do you think you can last a little longer for me, sweetheart?”

He turns the vibrator off momentarily to hear your response.

His question sounded like a tease of whether you could keep up, but he was also genuinely asking for your consent to continue. He got so absorbed in this that he wasn’t checking in that much. He was so whooped and so lost in trying to make you feel good that he wasn’t even considering how you felt.

You gulp, “Just– I need–”

He nods. “It’s okay, take a breath. Take your time.”

Soft kisses are planted along your inner thighs as you try to compose yourself, catching your breath. His fingers are brushing over any marks he’s left along the way. His thumbs draw little circles into your hips; this was always something he did to help ground you.

Shit, what was happening before all this? Were you trying to study or something? Yikes.

Your fingers begin combing through his black tresses as a silent way of saying you’re okay to continue. Still, he wants to be sure.

“Think you can go on?” You nod. “That’s my girl, don’t worry. You’re doing so well for me.”

There’s not much speaking after that. It’s damn near impossible to stay quiet as the coil in your tummy tightens and tightens. It’s not like this was your student dorm though where you had to be quiet; Levi lived by himself in an apartment complex with thick walls. Your cries are laden with frustration as you’re so, so close – so close to falling off the edge–

He’s unable to control the grinding of his hips now. Rutting desperately, imagining it’s your cunt even though it’s so far off from being anything close to it. He wants to be inside you, shit, he needs to be inside you–

Your body arcs and your hand comes down to hold Levi in place and he’s truly unable to suppress the groan as he soils his pants. Your chest is heaving, forehead beading sweat and pupils blown as your clit continues to throb and pulsate. You’re seeing stars from this orgasm, a warm, fuzzy heat spreading throughout your body. His mouth moves to place a few kisses around your throbbing cunt until your hips jerk away from him.

Aftercare consists of him fetching you a glass of water from the jug that is now routinely kept full in his bedroom for any future midnight escapades. He kisses life back into your limbs and one to your forehead before wiping you down with a damp cloth.

A hand moves to cradle your jaw as he asks, “Oi, where’s that head of yours at?”

“Not…” you pause, panting too much to say anything remotely coherent, “...not in my studies.”

kinda wanna do a series of professor!levi drabbles (smut and fluff... and angst) sorry let me live my life as i ride the professor!levi train. all aboard~

-cece <3

#levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman #levi ackerman smut #levi #levi ackerman x you #shingeki no kyojin #aot #attack on titan #captain levi #snk #cece; speaks #husbando tag <3 #m.dni #i cannot put into words how badly i want him to eat my asfvv while he grinds into the bedsheets til he cums ok???#thanks #didnt like the ending but i suck at endings and yall should be used to that by now

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clambuoyance · 2 years

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can i *coughs* can i hear more about this sb and robin love square??

maybe i should make a tag for it to group all the posts i make about it but uhhh

its basically just me playing with the lovesquare pairings and taking moments from the mlb show and applying timkon to it, like the balcony scene. its not a super detailed au or whatever.

one of the biggest things i wished the show did was explore how the different dynamics change and kind of merge into one as they get to know each other better, or how they could potentially reverse dynamics so i imagine smth like that happening w this au i guess

i guess the first one would be called superrobin? superboy and robin meet each other as heroes and become a team, and its pretty much the same as ladynoir in the show. flirting and bantering, unending trust and loyalty and adoration, but the secret identities keep them a hair apart. in the comics, SB takes a bit to come around but i do think he's always admired and cared about robin's opinion of him, and then the whole angst trust issue thing ladynoir got going on in s4 is sort of like tim and kon in the era of comics where kon had trouble trusting tim bc tim wouldnt reveal his name and was secretive.

i haven't seen the last eps of s4 but im pretty sure there's a whole thing where mari thinks felix is adrien and he gets annoyed/jealous? yeah im imagining that but with Match posing as Kon and kon being annoyed lol

then there's timkon, which i guess would be their civilian pairing? conner at first thinks tim is stuck up and acts like he's above it all, which is taken from their early dynamic in the comics and i just applied it to the civilian side. meanwhile tim is trying to deny his feelings. you know how marinette is like a fashion designer or whatever? i think tim should be a photographer

then you have...robinkon? robkon? which is the equivalent to ladrien. i guess both would be very flustered but idk what else to say about this one

and finally supertim...or timSB idkkkk. the marichat equivalent where you have tim and superboy who have the least affectionate opinion of each other in this form, but have a cool opportunity to get to see the other side of their pal. like superboy gets to see tim when he's not robin and how he's just a Kid you know trying his best, and tim gets to see that superboy isn't always bombastic and obnoxious and can be quite sweet, helping him realize that SB is a pretty good hero and a cool guy. of course in this, superboy wouldn't know tim is robin, but then he'd be nicer to tim when he's conner now that he's more understanding. also that episode where chat has to be marinette's bodyguard and she tries to hide her teasing? or the balcony scene? i like imagining those with them lol

also im pretty sure theres a theory adrien is a sentimonster or clone thingy and kon is a clone soooooo theres that too

#if u couldnt tell #i like ladynoir and marichat the best #i prefer ladynoir tho bc smth about superhero couples r so fun idk idk like the saving each other in battle and bantering #good shit #dc #clam answers #timkon #timkon lovesquare #idk ill just tag it with that

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keeksybee · 7 months

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Jeeves and Wooster Headcannon:

It’s one of those very rare days when there’s no great adventure to get his boss out of or mess he needs to clean up, it’s almost too quiet, before he started working for Wooster this would have been a pleasant afternoon, a respite from being condescended to by some uppity arsehole who had more money than he could have possibly dreamed of and squandered it in drink, or gambling, or girls. Hell, he reflected, the voice he used with Wooster wasn’t even his real accent, it was one he had put on when he’d been applying at first to be a gentleman’s helper, he had to pretend, the company wouldn’t take “His sort” as the first man he’d ever spoken to in the job centre had said almost twenty years ago now, that was before the war, his service medals for bravery got his foot in the door after he got back. Looking back on it now he was one of the lucky ones, many didn’t get to come back at all. He hears something drop to the floor beneath him which brings him out of the stupor he realised he’d found himself in.

Bertie’s sitting in a lounge chair staring at him with the most disconcerting look on his face, biting his lip and clearly trying to structure the question in the most casual way possible before he blurts out

“Did you grow up terribly poor Jeeves?”

His eyes go wide with shame and his cheeks pink up as he slaps a hand over his mouth in shock.

“Oh my god Jeeves, I’m so sorry, fuck” he shoves his face into his hands making sounds of humiliation and distress.

He had never imagined he’d ever hear Bertie Wooster of all people say ‘fuck’ or that he knew the word at all, it didn’t seem in his character to be crass, although he probably shouldn’t have assumed a man in his twenties was that naive.

“I take no offence to it sir”

“I shouldn’t have asked, it’s just so awful of me, can you forgive me”

He resists the urge to laugh “Honestly lovey, my skin’s a bit thicker than that, I’ve been asked far more insensitive things over my time working, there’s nothing to forgive” He didn’t even realise he’d let something so colloquial slip until it had left his mouth “and yes, I did grow up very poor”.

Bertie toys with his hands still tensed up like a jackrabbit before almost whispering

“What was it like?”

It’s a question that catches him off guard, he’d never thought about it if he was being honest, it was just how he grew up, it was how everyone from Bethnal Green grew up, poor, filthy, half starved and desperate.

“It was what it was” he says evenly “We didn’t have any choice in the matter”.

“Where are you from?”

“Bethnal Green”

“The slum?”

“You know of it?”

“There was a friend of mine in school that used to sneak out the dorms to see uhhh…ladies of the night”

“Prostitutes”

“It sounds ugly when you put it like that” Bertie hugs a cushion on the lounge to his chest.

“It can be an ugly profession, girls and boys taken in by wolves with false promises, only to be used and spit out when they get too old or too disturbed to be useful, and you’re plenty old enough to know what I mean by ‘useful’ “

“Boys?”

“Surely your friend let you in on the scandalous male on male activities of the slums”

“He neglected to mention that part”

The phrase “probably because he was seeing one instead of a bird darlin” was out his mouth before he could stop it, real voice and all, he’d never dared address a former employer like this, above all else it was horrendously unprofessional.

“Is that how you really sound?”

This had gone way too far, but now he was forced to commit.

“Fraid’ so”

“Why do you hide it from me?”

Oh Mary, Joseph, Jesus and all his carpenter friends, how was he meant to answer that?

“It’s not personal, innit, it’s just your sort looks down on my sort and that’s that”

“I don’t”

“You’re one of few”

“Oh…I’m sorry” Bertie shifted his gaze down to the floor again, crushing the cushion with his delicate, bird like hands with this wretched expression of guilt on his face.

He sighs, gently tilting Wooster’s chin to face him.

“Poppet, I’m not blaming you for being born with money, and I don’t resent you for having opportunities I didn’t, one flip of a coin and it could have been the other way round, you couldn’t control it anymore than me being born in the slums, I worked my way out, I make a comfortable living now, I survived”.

“But people treated you badly because of where you came from, regardless of how good you were at doing your job, how is that fair?”

“The world ain’t fair but you learn how to deal with it, plus, if all the employers who treated me like a human accessory were trials for getting to work for you at the current moment, I think I’m content with that”

A rosy hue of mortification rose on Bertie’s face.

“Really?”

“Yes, you treat me like a human being instead of just ‘the help’, you’re more than generous with not only your pay but your companionship and fundamentally Wooster, you are a good person, and I am dead proud to call you my gaffer”

“You’re what?”

“Boss”

“Ahh”

“Good, now, Earl Grey or Darjeeling?”

“Darjeeling”

“I’ll get on it”

“And Jeeves”

“Yes”

“Thank you for answering me honestly”

“No prob, love”

“What?”

“No problem, I’ve got to teach you some slang”

“Looking forward to it” he giggled and if that wasn’t the cutest sound he’d heard all day.

#jeeves and wooster #working class #classism #headcanon #drabble #bit OOC but who cares #bertie wooster #reginald jeeves #ignore any cannon info on how Jeeves was raised #we’re exploring a concept here

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ggomos-maribat · 2 years

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Petals of You

To one of my most amazing friends, a light of my life and inspiration, Robyn @the-coffee-fandom <3 I wish you a happy birthday and I hope you like this little angsty gift :3

To others, it seemed like a blessing but to her, it was a curse.

Marinette had her powers manifest at the age of five. She began seeing crimson threads, wispy and light, wrapped around everyone's pinkies. The threads would cross over, intertwine, and loop around places, connecting two or more people who were fated to be together.

Soulmates.

That was what she could see.

She wouldn't go around telling people about what she could see, of course, unless she trusted them. She'd only keep everything to herself, thinking that people didn't have to be with their fated to be happy anyway, and she'd hate a life spent on matchmaking.

As Marinette accepted her ability into her life, she started to notice soulmates who were together. She would feel a rush of happiness seeing old fated couples looking fondly at each other, shy teenagers sneaking glances at each other, and fated strangers meeting each other. One way or another, those who were soulmates would find each other in time, even without her influence.

And each passing day, she grew excited about meeting her own, smiling down at her own pinky finger with its thread loosely tied around it. Since she moved to America, the string had gotten tighter, which meant that her soulmate might be close.

Marinette looked up, hearing the bell at the door ring. She beamed, tying up a bunch of white lilies to store away for later.

"Dana! Andrew!" She greeted the middle-aged couple. "The usual hyacinths and roses?"

"Can we have red chrysanthemums for today?" Dana smiled back. "They'll look wonderful in our photos."

"Twelve roses and three red chrysanthemums, coming right up!" Marinette chirped. "How about a white wrapper?"

"That will be lovely, thank you," Andrew replied.

Even without her vision, she could tell that the two were clearly soulmates. They were regulars of hers, buying flowers either separately or together whenever they went out on dates. Apparently, flowers had been important in the beginning of their relationship, so they paid careful attention to the languages and meanings.

"Drew gave me these chrysanthemums during our third date," Dana giggled. "I kept them in a vase next to my bed."

"That's really sweet," Marinette said, plucking a ribbon from the shelves to wrap the whole thing up.

Just as she handed the bouquet to the couple, another customer entered the shop. His hair and clothes were disheveled, and his tie was loose around his neck. There was a subtle stain on the hem of his dress shirt and his shoes were frayed.

But what made Marinette freeze was the thread attached to his finger.

Which led back to hers.

Her breath caught in her throat but she tried her best to maintain her composure. She nearly couldn't hear her own voice over the sound of her beating heart when she said, "Hello, how can I help you?"

"Hi!" Her soulmate gave her a blinding smile, his blue eyes almost glittering. "Uhhh, do you have some flowers for confessing to someone?"

Marinette's smile wavered. Be calm, Mari. It might be a platonic thing right? I can't jump to conclusions. Her traitorous heart welcomed a twinge of pain. But you can't control who your soulmate will be with . . .

"Sure," she breathed out. "Err—sorry sir, I'll need more information before I can put together an arrangement."

The man raked a hand through his hair while Dana and Andrew quietly left, leaving Marinette waves of goodbye. "He doesn't even like flowers in the first place," her soulmate muttered. "Why am I doing this?"

Her hand involuntarily twitched as she glanced briefly at her own pinky. "May I suggest starting off with something light? Or do you plan on confessing right away?"

"I think we should go with that, yeah." The man nodded. "To be honest, I'm still nervous about doing it."

"I take it he doesn't really know about flower languages?"

"Probably doesn't care," he groaned. "I just want a sweet gesture. We have something, but I just wanted to make it official, you know?"

Marinette felt tears at the back of her eyes. She resisted them, refusing to break down in front him. What did I expect? That we'll meet, fall in love, and get together flawlessly?

"Subtle first, then." She shuffled to another corner to pick out the flowers. "What do you value in him? In your relationship?"

He shifted awkwardly. "We started off as friends actually. We were really close. He's . . . reliable. We've gone through a lot together and I treasure our memories." His shoulders rose and fell. "I don't know if that helps but I trust you on that."

He sounds so sincere, she thought inwardly. He must really love him.

"You can call me Marinette." She pointed to her nametag. "And let's see . . . alstroemeria and pink tulips for friendship, daffodils for joy and new beginnings, white carnations for faithfulness and pure love."

As she spoke, she took the flowers one by one, ignoring the string between then fluttering idly.

"Tim. You can call me Tim," said the man. "Thank you so much. Should I come back to get a different bouquet next time?"

She fidgeted with her fingers. "I'm sure he'll appreciate that already. But if you want to express a deeper love, you can come back if you want."

When he held the bouquet close to him, Marinette found the colors striking against him, contrasting against his eyes

"I'll definitely come back," Tim promised, handing her the cash plus a generous tip.

As he walked to the door, Marinette watched their string lengthening, phasing through the walls until it was pulled tightly once more. After checking that no one else was around, she rubbed the wetness from her eyes and went back to work.

---

Marinette gently placed a bouquet of daisies inside a vase. She barely got any sleep in the recent days, with one boy plaguing her mind and all her time devoted to working at the shop. She put a palm on her mouth to cover an incoming cough and found a stray yellow petal wedged between her fingers, probably from the daffodils she worked on earlier.

Was I too busy to notice that it got there?

Sighing, she wiped her hand on her skirt to brush the petal off. How evil, for me to find a daffodil of all flowers. It just had to be a symbol of unrequited love.

The bell at the door chimed and Marinette felt her string being pulled. Her eyes momentarily widened at the sight of Tim, looking tidier than when she last saw him.

"Good morning!" He waved a little, coming up to the counter. "Marinette, right?"

Why did her chest twist painfully when he called her name?

"Hey, Tim," she said softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "How were the flowers?"

He grinned. "Kon loved them. He won't admit it to my face but he definitely loved them. That's why I'm here to get another bouquet."

"I'm glad to hear that." Am I, really? "What will it be this time? Are you guys officially together?"

"Not just yet, that's why I need to make one more move. Oh by the way, here's something I picked up as an extra thank you for helping me out last time." Tim pulled out a coffee cup from a paper bag, setting it down in front of her. "Sorry, I wasn't sure what you liked so I got something sweet."

Astounded, she stared at the steaming cup in front of her. Why does he have to be so kind?

"Thank you. You didn't have to." She flushed. "And I love coffee in any form."

He put a hand on his chest. "That's a relief. I'm a junkie myself."

"For the next bouquet . . ." Marinette took a sip from her drink. The frothy milk was heavenly, coupled by the sweet caffeine. "What about something more classic? Red roses—twelve of them to be exact. That number is a declaration of love."

He hummed pensively. "I wouldn't want to be too cliched though. Is there anything you can add to the roses?"

"What about three stalks of sunflowers, for adoration and loyalty?" Marinette offered.

"That sounds great! Can I have a really big bouquet?"

Tim came back regularly after that. She'd suggest combinations of different flowers adhering to him and Kon's love and friendship and often, she picked out the freshest and brightest flowers out of her stocks. While she wrapped up his bouquets and attended to other customers, they would chat with each other about themselves and the meanings of flowers.

She would tell him the meanings of each of the flowers she sold him. Lunaria for honesty and sincerity. A protection plant. The reddest of jasmines for romantic love, sprinkled with yellows for optimism and happiness. Delicate carnations for admiration and gratitude.

Tim would remember all of it. He was keen in being fluent in the language of petals, and even picked out a combination of his own as a gift for one of his friends for their birthday.

And Marinette was just as eager to talk to him, nevermind the tugs in her heart and the swaying of their thread in the corner of her eyes. She found him charming. Adorable. Witty. Easy to talk to. She could see them growing close, clicking together perfectly if they had the chance outside of her work.

But in the end, she knew she was only a flower shop worker to him. Every morning, she'd wake up seeing petals next to her on the pillow, not acknowledging where they came from or how they got there. She'd only sweep them away out of sight before coughing a fresh batch.

One day, Tim came to pick up a bouquet he pre-ordered in celebration of one month of being with Kon. As Marinette put the flowers on the counter, she also brought out a smaller bunch, tucked away daintily in a decorative basket.

"What's this?" Tim raised an eyebrow.

"Just a little freebie." Marinette clasped her hands in front of her. "We had some extra flowers lying around and I figured you could use a bouquet of your own."

"It's beautiful," he marveled, carefully picking up the basket. "Does it have flower meanings?"

She laughed nervously. "I just put together random ones, regardless of the meaning."

It was a lie.

She had arranged that basket deliberately, pouring her unspoken emotions into each of those flowers in hopes of easing the dull pain she felt. Yellow acacia and gardenias for my secret love. Forget-me-nots so you could remember me from time to time. Calla lilies for my unreturned devotion. Lily of the valley shaped like tears. Buttercups for my naivety.

"Thank you so much." Tim smiled softly. "No one has ever given me flowers before. Ironic, I know."

Her voice cracked. "Thank you too. Those flowers are better off in your care."

---

A couple weeks after giving her bouquet, Tim brought Kon to the flower shop. He was exactly like how Tim described him: rough-looking, leather jacket, piercings, cropped hair. She stopped watering the potted plants the moment they came in.

"So this is where you get your flowers." Kon looked around, hands buried in his pockets.

"Yup," said Tim. "Hey, Mari, this is Kon."

"It's nice to finally meet you. Tim told me a lot about you." Marinette hoped her smile wasn't stiff when she shook hands with the tall boy. Looking down on their joined hands, she noticed something.

Kon didn't have a red string.

She blinked a few times just in case she was only seeing things. But it wasn't a trick or illusion. Kon wasn't bound to another by fate at all.

This kind of occurrence wasn't the first for her. If a living being wasn't technically born 'human', they wouldn't have a string attached to them. She had observed this in some sentimonsters who paraded as real people during her time as Ladybug. But still, she didn't know what Kon was, and she didn't have any intentions to pry.

"Good things, I hope." Kon eyed Tim, who rolled his eyes.

"I suggested we put together our own bouquet today," Tim told her.

"Sure! We have a selection over there. Feel free to pick out the flowers and I'll put them together for you." Marinette gestured to one of the walls, feeling a lump in her throat again.

"Taking this as a chance to show off your flower language skills?" Kon nudged his partner.

Tim scoffed. "I'm an expert now! Watch me."

Tim interlocked his fingers with his boyfriend's, dragging them over to the array of colorful flowers. Marinette looked away when they started whispering to each other, exchanging teasing but fond gazes.

She busied herself with wiping the counter and thinking. If Kon doesn't have a soulmate . . . maybe I could . . . ?

She hadn't done it before, but she knew she had the ability to. The thought of taking things to that direction scared her, fear injecting right down to her fingertips. But if I want to make them happy . . . if it will make Tim happy for them to be together in the realest way possible . . .

Marinette glanced at the couple again. They were irrefutably in love, absolutely perfect for each other. It would only bring her grief if she didn't take the step she needed to. Maybe I'd still have a chance to find someone else, right?

She gingerly lifted her hand, looking at the string that connected her and Tim. She pinched a part of it between her thumb and index and pulled, severing the string completely. Her hand went up to her lips to give the thread one last goodbye before she blew it towards Kon's direction.

It worked like magic. The lost thread immediately wrapped around Kon's pinky, giving him a fated one, an eternal connection to Tim.

Meanwhile, tiny flowers began to bloom at the base of Marinette's finger. Flowers only she could see.

---

Tim entered the coffee shop with a skip in his step. He was on this way to work and decided to stop by the flower shop to bring Marinette coffee. But when he slipped through the door and past a small crowd inside the shop, it wasn't Marinette who was manning the counter, but instead it was an elderly lady.

"What can I get for you dear?" The lady asked with a sad smile that couldn't reach her eyes.

Tim scanned the pre-ordered arrangements prepared on the counter and shelves. Lilies. Chrysanthemums. Gladioli. Orchids. Aren't these funeral flowers?

"Sorry, is Marinette around? I brought her some coffee," he said sheepishly.

The lady's smile quickly fell at the mention of the girl. Her eyes locked on the ground. "Marinette is . . . Marinette's not working here anymore," she replied quietly. "She passed away two days ago."

Tim almost dropped the coffee cups. Marinette? Gone? Without a word? Was there an accident? Was she caught up in a Rogue attack? He swallowed. "Can—can I ask what happened to her?"

The old woman's lips pursed together, irises glistening. "We don't know. She passed in her sleep and the doctors found nothing. She wasn't sick at all before that except for a mild cough."

His hands went cold. No, there has to be some explanation. With a hitched breath, he looked at the flowers for mourning decorating the shop. It's all for her.

"Our regular customers ordered lots of flowers. They loved her so much, that sweet girl." The woman dabbed her eyes with a handkerchief, touching a branch of a fake plum blossom in a pot next to the register. "Would you like to offer some as well?"

"Ye—yes." Tim cleared his throat, still stunned by the disappearance of his friend. "Some marigolds and pink carnations, please."

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silverbladexyz · 2 years

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Android joke

*The art is not mine. It belongs to it’s original owner

I was scrolling around on Tumblr and I realised that there was nearly no Adam content. So I was like, “why not write something for him?” This man needs more love. Anyways uhhh I hope you enjoy!

Tw: Reader getting knocked out because of their clumsiness, Adam being Adam, toxic comparison, slight mentions of death, reader is 16 and is a moody 16-year old and emo.

Stormbringer spoilers below!! Btw this is platonic

“Ugh. Why did I sign up for this again?” You groaned as you followed your sister through the long and brightly-lit hallway. Researchers and their assistants walked past, each donned with a white laboratory coat that seemed spotless. They greeted your sister with a polite nod of the head, but nobody paid attention to the grumbling 16-year old trailing behind her.

“Cheer up! You volunteered to help me, and I guarantee that you won’t be disappointed! Besides, you’re going to be the first person other than me to see my creation! You’re going to love him, for sure!” Your sister spun around once, the light reflecting off the 20 medals pinned on her white laboratory coat.

“May I remind you that it was you that dragged me into this and forced me to participate? Your creation? Please, remember how many accidents you got into when you were a child?” You scoffed.

“Ah, but at least I’m a genius!” She smirked, and you scowled. She was always the smarter and better of you two. You were just a normal person; someone who envied her in the shadows while she basked in the light.

Dr. Mary Wollstonecraft Godwin Shelley, or Dr. Wollstonecraft for short, was a scientific genius in the field of engineering. Many of her co-workers deemed her as a ‘prodigy’, but she merely said that she was a petite adult. Her ability let her design anything she wanted; perhaps it was why she had gotten so many medals. And it was just your luck that she was your sister.

Not that having a sister was bad; you just wished that your sister was different.

Every time she had gotten a medal or an award, your parents would praise her endlessly. They then would boast to their family and friends all day about her. It was always about her. Never you.

It wasn’t long before your parents started to compare you to her. Saying things like ‘why couldn’t you be smarter’ or ‘why can’t you work harder, just look at your sister!’ You had grown so used to hearing those comments that by now those were just regular statements in your life. Yet, it still stung every time your parents looked at you with disappointment evident in their eyes.

“Hellloooo? Earth-to-Y/N? We’re here already! We can’t have you spacing out now!” You blinked and glared at your sister, who was jumping up and down impatiently and waving you towards the door.

“We’ll be monitoring my creation and improving him from the intel that we gain on today’s session. Afterwards, we’ll repeat the process for a while until everything is perfect!” She chirped. You stopped, trying to process her words.

“For a while?”

“Yup! This process will go on for a couple of months!”

“...” Your glare turned darker. First she drags you into this without your consent, then she tells you that you had to keep doing this for months?! What happened to basic human rights?

“Don’t look so mad! You’ll love him; I’m sure of it! Now, in ya go!” She opened the door and waved you in, and after glaring at her for one more moment, you reluctantly went in, the door shutting behind you. Here was another thing about your sister: she was always so stubborn that you could never win against her. At this point, you had given up just talking to her.

In the middle of the room was a pod. You watched as the pod unlocked with a click. The door slid open effortlessly, revealing the inside of the pod, which was pitch black; so dark that it reminded one of a black hole. You held your breath. Just what was your sister’s creation truly like?

Something moved in the depths of the pod, and a very ordinary looking man stepped out.

You frowned.

Did your sister really just engineer another human?

It was impressive, but it didn’t stop you from getting madder at her for wasting your time.

The man wore a blue suit and blue pants. He was quite tall; taller than the average male. White gloves were donned on his hands, and a barcode was imprinted on his neck. His hair was brown, while his eyes were greyish. He surveyed you, and you stood a little straighter. Being in his presence felt a little... overwhelming.

A few moments passed where the two of you merely observed each other.

Suddenly, his neck loosened and extended, his head bobbing up and down like a slinky. Your eyes widened as your jaw dropped, full on gaping at him like a fish out of water.

“Look, I’m a pigeon.”

“H-Haaaaah?”

~~~

You couldn’t be in any better situation now.

After receiving that little scare, you had tripped and fallen backwards. Just your luck, you bumped your head hard on a table that was behind you and got knocked out. You cursed internally at your clumsiness.

The first thing that you saw when you woke up was the man’s face quite close to yours, monitoring you. This prompted you to yell again and scramble, backwards while muttering something about personal space. The man just tilted his head in confusion at your reaction.

“Please calm down. You suffered a mild concussion, and while you were passed out, I treated you.” His voice was weird; it sounded human-like, but there was a certain quality to it that sounded AI-ish.

“T-treated me?” You stuttered, still eying him warily.

“I have a first aid kit stored inside of me for emergencies. I am properly equipped to treat hospital-grade wounds.”

It dawned on you. “Are you a robot?”

He stood up and straightened his tie. “I prefer to be called Adam, please. I am the first ever autonomous humanoid supercomputer for law enforcement use from Europole-”

“Yeah yeah, I get it, you’re something high-tech that a genius invented. I just asked you if you were a robot, not this whole advanced explanation that ordinary people can’t understand.” You stood up as well, brushing your shirt and scowling.

Adam tilted his head to his side, observing you with a calculating gaze. A few moments passed.

“From your tone and body language, my calculations say that you are feeling this emotion called ‘anger’. What that means, I have a vague idea. However, I am informed on how to comfort you. Would you like to hear an android joke?”

You stared at him, wondering if there was something wrong in his head. But then again, your sister also had a few screws loose. It wouldn’t be weird if her creations were like that too.

“What the hell is an android joke?”

“One time, a phone-”

“I didn’t ask for one, dammit! Gosh, you and the way you speak are so annoying!” You drew out the chair and sat down, wishing that you were someplace else right now.

“Do you want me to do something to make you feel better? A hug, perhaps? The best hugs are normally the ones-”

“I only want you to be quiet and give me a moment of peace!” You snapped back. Adam fell silent, but he didn’t seem to be offended. Rather, he seemed neutral. You felt slightly guilty, but you didn’t want to apologise and give your sister the satisfaction.

A few moments had passed in silence. You crossed one leg over the other, still internally brooding. How much longer would this session go on for?

“... You didn’t say no to the hug.”

“Oh shut up!”

~~~

“This time, please try to engage in conversation with Adam. We barely managed to gather any information from your last session, and time is running out.” You scowled slightly as you followed an assistant through the hallways.

“What exactly do you want me to talk about? The weather?”

“Anything, really. Just keep it appropriate.” The assistant approached the same set of doors and opened them, ushering you inside. The doors closed as soon as you went in. Sighing quietly, you straightened your back and mentally prepared for what you were going to face.

When you stepped into the room, Adam was already standing there, his back faced towards you. He turned around, and recognition flashed across his eyes. He didn’t seem the slightest bit resentful against you.

The slight guilt washed over you again, but before you could say anything, Adam suddenly bowed. The confusion must’ve been evident on your face, for he started speaking.

“My apologies for scaring you last time. I shall try to maintain personal space and will only interact with you if you give me permission to. However, on my part, I only wish that you will give me an opportunity to talk to you.” You blinked. They really weren’t lying when they said that they would improve Adam based on the intel they gathered. Already, he was more bearable, but it didn’t change how much you disliked this.

You shook your head and gave a short sigh, drawing out a chair and sitting down. You crossed one leg over the other and looked at Adam, leaning back into the chair.

“My sister says I have to make conversation with you. So, talk.” You instructed him. Adam turned his head, meeting your unamused gaze.

“I believe you were informed that your sister wanted you to conversate with me, and not the other way around?”

“Argh, just say something! And don’t ask questions about stuff I say!” You shot back, still feeling annoyed. You could’ve been doing your homework or listening to music at this instant, but no, your sister just had to drag you into this. Not that you had a choice anyways to begin with though.

Adam blinked, but he obeyed.

“What is the weather today?”

“Stormy with a chance of getting electrocuted.” You were known for having quite the sarcasm in your class.

“I see. I would need to make a backup plan for if I get electrocuted. Now the next question. What is your favourite colour?”

“Blood.”

“Very interesting. It is said that blood can be used to describe red, so I thereby conclude that your favourite colour is red. Am I correct?”

“Mmph.”

“Thank you for your contribution. What is your favourite food?”

“Fugu.”

“A delicacy. However, it is quite hard to manufacture as parts of the pufferfish are poisonous. There is also a 2.8% chance of death. Next question. Please introduce your relationship with your family.”

You glared at him. “And why the hell would you want to know that?”

Adam blinked. “It is merely out of curiosity and it was the next question that I could think of.”

“Well, forget it. I’m not answering that.” Adam nodded as he analysed you.

“From that answer, I can conclude that you do not have a good relationship with your family. And from the fact that your sister is a super genius, the explanation for that previous question is probably because your parents have compared you to your sister a lot-”

“Will you just shut up!!” You said loudly, your hand forming a fist. Adam tilted his head. His gaze made you start talking before you realised it.

“First of all, it’s called sarcasm. And second of all, I do not want to talk about my family because you’re right. I hate being compared to my sister all the time and I hate how I never can get my parent’s approval, no matter how hard I try! Right now, I don’t think I even am their child in their eyes!” You yelled. You didn’t care if your sister or the researchers were listening, you just had to get all of this out, even if the person listening to you was a robot that you had just met.

“Every time I go home, I see nothing but my parents’ disappointment in me. They keep saying stuff like ‘why can’t you be more like your sister?’ when in reality I want nothing to do with her. Hell, I’m even ready to move out from this family on the exact dot I become an adult!” You had been saving enough money from part time jobs you worked at, and it could be said that you were one of the richest in the class. You even had your eye on some apartments that you liked.

“Now answer me this. And I don’t care if what you’re saying is going to hurt me or not. Just answer me truthfully: Is it so wrong to want to be like my perfect sister?”

Adam stayed silent. He observed you, while looking like he was figuring out which answer was best. This made you even more mad.

“You’re a robot! So give me a perfectly logical, rational answer!”

“... From the information I have gathered, there is a 0.1% chance that you’ll be like your sister, or even close to her.”

“Wasn’t that so hard?” You scowled at him, crossing your arms over your chest.

“-However, she is far from perfect. From what I gathered, you are more mature and less childlike than your sister. Although your attitude can be horrendous sometimes which may cause some people to dislike you,” you glared but he continued. “You are just a normal child. And there is nothing wrong with wanting to be like your sister sometimes. But your sister does not define who you are.” Adam straightened his tie and looked at you, his gaze softer. It was a look that nobody had given you before.

“If your parents are unable to see you for your own self, I suggest them to acquire some glasses. I recommend polycarbonate glasses. It will protect them from most sport accidents, but it is also quite good for bad eyesight.” Your eyes widened, but then you smiled a little, nearly chuckling. Adam tilted his head, and you met his eyes.

“You really are something, huh.” You said. It felt good to rant, and the fact that your sister’s creation had complemented you and affirmed your worth made you feel... accepted for once.

“Well, of course I am ‘something’. I’m made up of atoms that make up molecules-”

“I didn’t mean it in that way,” you sighed, but most of your anger was gone. What Adam had said really affected you. It was the first time anyone really said anything nice to you and meant it.

Maybe your sister’s creation wasn’t so bad after all.

~~~

Soon afterwards, Adam got sent on his first mission, and lots more after that. Each time, he returned successful and was praised for it by your sister, but he still preferred to talk with you at the end of the day. Your sister had teased you for it, saying that you did indeed end up liking him, but you had only rolled your eyes. She didn’t need to know how much Adam had grew on you.

Every single session you had with him seemed to improve him. He was now stronger, smarter, and more capable of holding conversations with humans. If it weren’t for his way of speaking, he would’ve passed for an actual human, but his small quirks often gave it away. It was still amusing nonetheless.

You admitted that you had grown close with Adam, although you never discussed your relationship with him. The robot had quite a unique and funny personality, and the way that he spoke was quite interesting. Conversations between the two of you flowed quite smoothly, and you often told him facts about humans to help him understand them better. You watched proudly as he cracked a full-on proper joke for the first time that you had taught him. His android jokes were still terrible though.

“I also am able to calculate the possible futures of a situation, and the percentage probability of each of the futures happening,” Adam once told you. Your eyes widened a bit.

“That’s kind of like seeing the future! That’s so cool!” There were only a few ability users who could see the future, and normally they were used for criminal organisations because of the usefulness of their ability.

Adam smiled and shook his head. “Seeing the future is being able to see what actually happens. While I only can predict possibilities, and to a limited extent. But I can calculate futures at a faster rate than an ability user seeing the future.” He said, albeit a bit proudly.

You stood up on the table. “So, if I were to jump off this table and onto the ground, what would happen?”

“There is a 99.95% possibility that you’ll land safely, a 0.04% chance of rolling an ankle or injuring yourself, and a 0.01% chance that you’ll trip when you land. But if you were to fall, I will catch you and help you stand up safely.” You grinned, stepping off the table.

The few months passed by in a breeze until your sister announced that Adam was going on the ultimate mission.

Apparently, he was being sent to arrest an assassin by the name of Paul Verlaine. In order to catch him, Adam must gain the assistance of a boy named Nakahara Chuuya, whom was presumably linked to Verlaine. You weren’t informed any more as the mission was top secret, but you did manage to gain a bit of information about Nakahara. Apparently he was your age.

You went to see Adam one last time before he left.

“Hi.” You cleared your throat. Adam turned to you and smiled his signature smile.

“Greetings.”

You wrung your hands, trying to arrange your words.

“I heard that you’re going on a particularly big mission. So I came here to give encouragement, and perhaps a bit of advice.” You put your hands on your hips and drew a breath. Adam listened curiously.

“This Nakahara Chuuya person. I only managed to gather that he’s 16 years old, but that alone is possibly enough to tell you about his personality. From my experience, 16-year old boys were so much better than their younger selves. They start to mature and become independent, and they want to make decisions for themselves. But that also means that they could be quite stubborn when they want to. So,” you let your hands fall down by your sides.

“You gotta listen to him first, but keep explaining your ideas. He might not like it a lot in the beginning, but continue to be firm and patient and he’ll eventually come to accept your way of thinking. But, who knows? Every 16-year old boy is different. If he’s giving you a hard time, just immobilise him and make him listen.” You grinned, and Adam smiled in return.

“Understood. I shall try my best to do as you said and complete this mission. Thank you for the advice.” He nodded as he input the new information into his database.

A moment of silence passed between you two. You brushed some imaginary lint of your sleeves, while Adam was running a self-checkup on all of his internal processes. You wondered if you should hug him, but dismissed the thought, because you didn’t know if Adam considered you close enough for you to embrace him. The thought still lingered, though.

You were about to step forward when someone interrupted.

“Adam? Where are you? The plane is ready and it will leave without you!” The high-pitched voice of your sister appeared throughout the air. You turned towards Adam, who was preparing to leave, and tried to force down your worries. Adam wasn’t any robot, and he was specially designed for this mission.

“...Good luck,” you said softly. “Please try to make it back alive.” Adam chuckled.

“I’m not easy to defeat, and I’ll try my best to come back. Farewell.” He patted your shoulder and left. You exhaled, watching him go out of the door and disappear from your sight. You still felt his touch on your shoulder, and absentmindedly put your hand on it.

He’ll come back. He’s strong, and my sister isn’t a genius for nothing.

But you never know, do you? For all you know, Verlaine could be capable of full-on destroying a robot. Afterall, Adam isn’t invincible, and Verlaine must be so strong that even Adam was sent to arrest him. You scowled and drove the voice out of your mind.

The room felt emptier now without him.

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A few days passed. It was the longest mission Adam had been on; his other missions took only a few hours to one day. Internally, you were worried that he would never come back, since your sister hadn’t heard from him in days. Instead, you tried to distract yourself by doing other things, such as drawing and completing your schoolwork earlier.

You sat in the room, doing your math homework. Clutching the pen tightly, your brows furrowed as you tried to remember the equation to solve the problem. You didn’t know why, but this room offered you some sort of solace, especially when you had a math test coming up.

“Come on... what’s that formula? I know that Adam taught me it before!” You muttered, biting your lip.

“The formula is 2 πr^2 + 2 πrh,” a very familiar voice said behind you. Your eyes widened and you slowly turned around. It couldn’t be, right?

Adam smiled. He looked quite new; there was no damage or dust on him anywhere. You suspected that your sister probably fixed him up, and wondered how bad Adam could’ve been beaten on the mission. But you pushed that thought to the back of your mind; Adam was back and that was all you cared about.

Immediately, you jumped out of your chair and launched at him. Before he could react, your arms encircled his waist, hugging him tightly. He did feel a bit stiff, but you didn’t care. You were surprised that he wasn’t cold, but he was neither cold nor hot. He was the perfect temperature.

Adam blinked and tilted his head. According to his database, humans gave hugs as a sign of affection between them and a trusted individual. Normally, the individual was expected to hug them back.

So he slowly put his arms around you, slightly patting your back. You held onto him for a few more seconds, trying to imprint this moment into your mind. Adam’s suit was even brand new; and it smelled of fresh air and slight bubblegum.

After a while, you let go of him.

“You’re back,” you whispered, smiling. A tear threatened to prick at your eye, but you blinked it away. You couldn’t risk Adam seeing it and teasing you. But his high-tech sensors might’ve already detected it.

Eh, you didn’t really care right now.

“Indeed.” Adam smiled back as he looked you up and down.

“I followed your advice. Master Chuuya was stubborn and independent, but he had a kind heart. Although that didn’t stop him from calling me nicknames like ‘toy bastard’. What he meant by that, I am still puzzled.” You laughed, doubling over. It really felt good to have Adam back.

“Oh, and Y/N-san?”

“Hm?”

“Would you like to hear an android joke?”

“I would love to.”

P.S. And Adam’s android jokes were still terrible lol

So this one took me a bit longer to complete. I’m still getting a grasp of Adam’s character and reader’s personality isn’t something that I’m really proud of, but since school started again and I’ll be really busy soon, I decided to release this. I hope you enjoyed, and sorry if it’s bad 😅 now I can finally finish my hw :’)

@pixyys @pianotross @the-mourning-stars

#bsd x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x you #adam x reader #bsd adam #adam frankenstein #bsd storm bringer #mary wollstonecraft #silverbladexyz

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Ask game: Marie and/or Tonio

how about BOTH!

marie: how i feel: she’s like a BEST FRIEND she’s like a SISTER to me i ADORE her she’s so me who i ship her with: tonio platonic OTP: ? uhhh idk but i love her relationship with her father(s) unpopular opinion: n/a? one thing i wish happened in canon: tbh im not quite sure? maybe more marquise/marie moments.. i mean we get the whole song thing but! my OTP: i am gonna say marie and tonio for this one my cross over ship: n/a a headcanon fact: based off a conversation @/smile-at-the-stars and i had, she would totally just. adopt a cat. but also would LOVE dog training

tonio: how i feel: he’s just a little twerp. a dork. i adore him who i ship him with: marie platonic OTP: ? unpopular opinion: n/a? one thing i wish happened in canon: unsure my OTP: i am gonna say marie and tonio for this one again my cross over ship: n/a a headcanon fact: boyfailure (endearing)

#ask game #thank you !!!#i love them!#i did them separately because why not #la fille du régiment

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Hello Rotomblr! I’m Professor Reina Maple, and this blog is a joint account between myself and my wife, Professor Mari Cedar. It will mostly be me posting on here, however, as Mari doesn’t particularly care for social media. We’re based in Nacrene City of the Unova region, and have a lab just outside of the city, in the outskirts of Pinwheel Forest. Feel free to ask us any questions you may have!

Our daughter Vivi convinced us (me) that making an account here would help with networking. She logs her adventures here and has gotten some rather useful information from people. Her username is @vivid-mandrake I believe?

I’ll do personal introductions here, and then talk about our teams below the cut!

As mentioned above, my name is Reina Kondo Maple, and I am an immigrant to Unova from Johto. I grew up in Azalea Town, where my family lived for… quite a few generations. I have a sister who lives there still. My research focuses on the ways that pokemon adapt to different climates, status conditions, and other external factors. My Trainer Card is attached below. Also, Vivi told me about ‘signatures’ that people often do with emojis, so I will use “🍁” to signify that it is me speaking and not Mari.

Uhhh Reina says I’ve gotta introduce myself? For the rotumble or whatever she’s doing? So I’m Mari Cedar, and I’m Unovan, born ‘n raised. I grew up in Nacrene City and took a liking to the native pokemon, so I’ve been researching pokemon migration patterns and how they can affect local wildlife. I also much prefer learning about pokemon in a hands-on way out in the field, so I let Reina do most of the lab work. I also study pokemon behavior fairly extensively, and my pet project is a rewrite of the pokedex given to kids when they start their journey. I hope to travel and work on this more extensively in the future. Also, according to Vivi, my passion about inaccurate pokedex entries has done numbers on here? Anyhow, I’ll sign off with -🌊 whenever i have time to be on the account. Here’s my Trainer Card.

🍁’s Pokemon:

My starter is a Slowking named Daryl. I caught him in the Slowpoke Well when I was 10, and he’s been my closest companion ever since. He is very intelligent and checks behind me in the lab to make sure that I don’t mess anything up. He understands spoken Johtoan and Unovan, and can communicate telepathically in Johtoan. I’m currently teaching him how to write so that he can help check my numbers and records as well. He gives surprisingly good life advice.

One of the first pokemon that I caught back when I was on my journey was Jenna the Bellossom. She’s very sweet and laid-back. She spends most of her time relaxing in the garden and coming up with new dance routines. When we need her to help with lab work, though, she’s able to put wild pokemon to sleep so that we can transport them or get away from them with minimal harm.

The last of my original teammates is Edward the Espeon. I received him from the kind daycare couple when he was an Eevee. Apparently some trainer had left him there and never picked him back up. Despite that, he’s a very kind and affectionate pokemon. He used to be trouble, but he’s settled down some with age. He isn’t trained or registered as a service pokemon, but he helps quite a bit with my anxiety problems. He is also bonded with Mari’s Cincinno, and they’re an adorable couple.

My last pokemon that I have presently is Nokoribi the Ninetales. She has been in the Kondo family for the past 357 years, and was given to me when my mother passed away. Despite the reputation that Ninetales have of being majestic and wise, Nokoribi is much more like a young Growlithe. One of her favorite activities is trying to eat plastic. She does have her majestic moments from time to time though.

🌊’s Pokemon:

My starter’s a Seismitoad named Foggy. I caught him right outside of town when he was a Tympole. He’s a more stoic sort of ‘mon, but it’s just because he shows his affection differently. He ‘works’ as a security guard around the lab, making sure wild pokemon don’t set up shop too close by.

Pretty soon after I caught Foggy, I met Missy the Cincinno. She’s a real stickler for cleanliness and has always made sure I keep myself straight (heh). Now, she’s in charge of storage and tidiness in the lab spaces, and she couldn’t be happier with that job. She can be sorta overbearing when you do something ‘wrong,’ but it comes from a good place. She’s bonded with Reina’s Espeon, Edward, and they’re one of the cutest couples you’ll ever see. They balance each other out.

Back between my seventh and eighth gym badge, my father got me Seashell the Floatzel while he was on some business trip in Sinnoh. I’m not the biggest fan of her origins (and don’t ask me about them), but she’s an important part of my team. She’s a very laid-back sort of pokemon, but when she has a job to do, she takes it very seriously. She used to do scout work for me and Helena, but now she just makes sure that the populations we’re studying aren’t going to become hostile. From what I hear, the Pinwheel Rangers are big fans of hers, and she works with them when she gets bored.

More recently, I took Evergreen the Haxorus (Fraxure back then) off the hands of a shelter that couldn’t take care of her. She broke one of her tusks as a Fraxure, which caused a lot of behavioral issues and hostility. But, after a few years of TLC, she’s nearly as relaxed as Seashell. She helps with ‘security’ alongside Foggy, or whenever he’s off doing something else. She also made a surprisingly good babysitter when Vivi was younger.

//OOC info!

main account on here is @vivid-mandrake !

pelipper mail is on, within reason. magic anons are off.

this account won’t interact with legendaries, sentient pokemon, eebydeebies, and the like. i don’t care if you like/follow/etc, i just won’t interact back </3

there is a non-zero chance that this blog will post about pokemon reproduction and mating behaviors, but it will be tagged and there won’t be any other nsfw

this blog’s canon is technically the same as vivi’s, but i’ll be treating it stricter. so for this blog, pokemon are equivalent to animals. some have human intelligence, but they don’t function the same as humans do or live human lives

these two also won’t acknowledge the multiverse and will generally ignore/come up with their own ideas for things that clash with their own lore

i’ll probably post on here less than i do on my main since i’ll be posting more informative-type posts here, and that takes a bit of time

#pkmn irl #pokemon irl #pokeblogging #rotomblr #rotumblr #pokeblr

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