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cy-cyborg · 9 months

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Tips for wring amputees: its ok if your amputee can't repair their own prosthetics

There's a trope in fiction for amputees to always be these mechanical geniuses who can make and repair their own prosthetics, endlessly tinkering away and improving them. This isn't a particularly trope, and i dont think its harmful or anything, but in reality, prosthetics are REALLY, REALLY complicated, and a lot of amputees cant do their own repairs. And thats ok. Like, prosthetic creation and repair is way, way harder than I think people expect. Well outside the skillset of your standard mechanic, handy man or craftsperson.

People who make and repair prosthetics are called prosthetists. To become a prosthetist, most countries around the world today require you to have completed a bachelor's degree in specifically in prosthetics and orthotics, which covers not only how to make a prosthetics (and orthodics) but a great deal of medical knowledge, physics, how different forces impact "non-standard" bodies, the additional biological wear-and-tear that comes with being an amputee and so much more. This will qualify you to do the job of fitting/making the prosthetic socket (the part that attaches to your body) and putting premade components together to make a functioning device. On top of this, many prosthetists are also expected to have artistic skills, sewing skills, good physical strength and dexterity, IT skills, and more recently, knowledge of 3D modelling and printing.

You want to make all the high-tech components the prosthetists put together to make the full prosthetic? The requirements for that vary country to country, but most will require at least some level study in the field of engineering and/or medicine, on top of what was already required for the prosthetics course.

The reason for all this is because even "basic" prosthetics are extremely finicky, and messing up one thing will have a domino effect on the rest of the body, especially in more complicated prosthetics. It can also result in people getting severally injured if anything is even slightly off. many leg amputees for example end up with spinal issues due to extremely minor issues with their prosthetic that weren't caught until years later, and by then the damage had been done.

Some amputees do learn to do basic repairs. This is most common in places like the US, where a visit to the prosthetist can cost hundred to thousands of dollars (depending on your insurance), but it's also quite common in rural parts of countries like Australia, where cost isn't an issue but access is due to vast distances between major cities. I was personally in this category; as a kid, my nearest prosthetist was 6 hours away. My prosthetist was able to teach my dad, who later taught me, how to do some of the simple repairs, but we still needed to go in every few weeks for the more complex stuff (Kids prosthetic need more adjusting than adults because they're still growing. Also I was rough on my prosthetics and broke them a lot lol).

But even after being taught how to do repairs and having my prosthetics for 20+ years, I only ever did these sorts of repairs to my below-knee prosthetic. I will not do any repairs of any kind to my above knee leg, which is much more technologically complex. Every time I tried, I made it worse to the point where the leg was unusable. I just leave those repairs to the guy who went to university to learn how to do it, and sometimes even he needs to send it off to someone with even more specialist knowledge when it's really badly messed up lol. Last time that happened Australia post lost the package. Not really relevant to this post, I just find the idea of it being sent to the wrong place by accident hilarious, it was one of my more realistic legs too so someone probably had a heart attack when they opened that package lmao.

Anyway, back on track lol.

This isn't even touching on the fact that on some more advanced prosthetics, many features are actually locked behind a security barrier only prosthetists can access. My prosthetic knee has an app on my phone I can pair it to, that allows me to change certain settings and swap between certain modes for different activities that tell the leg to change its behaviour depending on what I'm doing (e.g. a mode for running, a mode for cycling etc). but most of the more in-depth settings I can't access, only my prosthetist can, and he can only gain access to those settings with a security key given to him by the manufacturing company that requires him to provide proof of his credentials to receive it. I don't really agree with this btw, something about being locked out of my own leg's settings makes me feel a bit of an ick, but it's set up like this because people used to be able to access these settings and they would mess with things to the point their leg was virtually unusable. Because altering one setting had a domino effect on all the others, and a lot of folks weren't really paying attention to what they were messing with, all their prosthetists could do was factory reset the whole leg, which causes some issues too. Prosthetic arms are often similarly complex, as I understand it and have similar security barriers in place for more advanced arms. I don't know for sure though, so take that with a grain of salt.

All this to say these are incredibly delicate, finicky and complex pieces of equipment. There's nothing wrong with having a techy amputee character who can do their own repairs, but in reality, that is pretty rare, and its ok to have your character need to see a prosthetist or someone more knowledgeable than them. It's a part of the amputee experience I don't see reflected very often in media. In fact, the only examples I can think of in fiction (meaning not stories based on real people) where this is reflected are Full metal alchemist.

technically I think Subnautica Below Zero also mentions prosthetists are a thing in that world, but its a very "blink and you'll miss it" kind of thing...in fact I did miss it until my last playthrough lol.

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s0dium · 2 years

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JJK mens dirty little secret

A/n: I really put my whole pussy in this.

Warning: Cuckholding (nanami makes a cameo), mommy kink, Noaya being a whiny bitch, pussy drunk sukuna, cheating, domination, cheating, orgasm denial, sub space, mating press, jacking off

Characters: Gojo satoru, Toji Fushiguro, Geto suguru, Sukuna, Noaya Zenin

Gojo Satoru

Is a cuck

ESPECIALLY when it comes to his best friend Geto or nanami

Dont get him wrong, he loves fucking you, but something about the taboo of it all, gets him going

He will sit back, jack off while he watches you whine and cry for his attention while your being fucked

"Feeling good baby? Gojo coos from across the room. You can barley see him through your eyes filled with with fat tears. You open your mouth to say something but your words come out gargles when Nanami dick touches a part of you that makes your toes curled.

"Cant fucking beleive you talked me into this." Nanami grunts, his eyes trained on the way your wet pussy takes his cock; a ring of cum accumating around your hole with every thrust.

"Aw dont complain, I know your loving this." Gojo chuckles with a grin.

Noaya Zenin

Sub with mommy issues and in denial about it

And its BAD too

For someone who goes on and ON about men being above women, he sure does LOVE being under one

You werent even particually a dom in the first place, but after meeting noaya, who wouldnt want to put that infuriating man in his place

It was hard to make out Noaya's silent pleas through the sound of wet skin on skin as you glided your hand up and down his dick. You marvle at the endless stream of white pre cum that spills from his pink tip and decide and wrap your lips around the tip as you continued to slowly jack him off.

"P-please, go faster" Noaya groans, the legs in his muscles tensing. You release his tip with a pop and glance up at him with dough eyes.

"Please, what baby?" You coo teasingly, running your thumb over the senstive skin making him shudder and curse under his breath.

"Please.... mommy." He whispers the last part but it still makes you smile.

"Good boy."

Geto suguru-

Cock to phat no problems.

Nah, he likes fucking non sorcerers more

Oopsies heheh

He's a big power dom, Geto just gets off more to 'weaker' people

And when it comes to you, his special human, well thats a whole different game.

He tells himself he'll kill you but instead fucks you, tsk tsk

"Hah~ Feels good master..." You whine dumbly, tongue lolling out of your mouth from the pleasure or Geto railing into you. He presses your knees more against your chest, effectivly founding you in half and granting him the view of his dick plowing into you. He cant help but grit his teeth on how deliciously you grip him, practically squeezing him to death with your gummy walls.

"Yeah? bet your loving this, your kind dont even deserved to get fucked like this." Geto boasts, but something about his words leave a sting on his tongue. He know he shouldn't care about your pleasure, but the need to see you cum, to see your eyes roll back in pleasure because of him, well he needed that.

"Come on baby, fucking cum for me."

Sukuna

Not a secret but he hasnt had sex in eons

No really this man is down horrendously

You bet your ass he's jacking off in his free time up in Yuujis brain or what ever

Its weird but its true

Oh and when he finally gets his hands on you, the man practically faints when you touch his dick

Doesnt turn into a sub, but he does get a bit whiney

Gets very pussy drunk

“Oh fuck, you’re tight,” Sukuna says hoarsely. He knows he should be ashamed, that the king of curses is falling apart by just entering in a womens pussy, but there didnt seem to be any room left in his brain to think.

"You ok kuna?" You squeak, unintentionally clenching around sukunas dick making him let out a groan. Sukuna needed to say something about the tension deep in his stomach, how it was building and building until it was as tight as possible even though he hadnt even moved yet. His skin was buzzing, mind cloudy, and the only thing he could focus on was the heat that was taking over his body.

"Just shut up." Sukuna grunts.

Toji Fushiguro

Fucks his clients wives or the clients daughters

But of course he does, this is kinda expected of him

Yeah nothing else needs to be said.....

"Hnng so g-" Your words where cut off by a hand slamming over your mouth.

"Shhh dont want dear old daddy hearing us do ya?" Toji whispers menacingly as he thrusts his hips into your gushing pussy at an inhuman speed. Something about the pleasure made you feel sick, like a thousand butterflies where in your stomach about to explode. Your toes curl and un curl as your thighs tremble from the fat tip of tojis tip hitting that sweet spot in your pussy over and over again.

"Aw, wanna cum?" Toji coos, realsing his hand over your mouth and you nod. "What are the magic words."

"Yes please!"

"Please what princess?"

"Please please let me cum daddy!" You cry.

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rodolfoparras · 4 months

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okay i have this issue where my zoloft makes me like… really sweaty for some reason??? just all the time night or day hot or cold. anyways i was just thinking abt reader who has something like that and is always trying to shower before price can tell meanwhile price whi is just Obsessed with how his sweaty bf smells 😩

i want to send more anons but i get nervous… but could i be 🐶 or 🐾 anon?

Pairing: John Price x Male Reader

Cw: 18+, scent kink, somnophilia,

Price would rather be caught dead than to openly admit this but he loves the way you smell.

And while many may say that they feel the same way about their own partners, they probably haven’t gotten hard just from their partner’s sweat and musk. They probably haven’t had their nose buried deep in one of their partner’s dirty gym shirts or worn work uniform while jerking off. They probably haven’t spent hours buried between their partner’s legs because they liked the way their partner’s cologne or lotion smelled.

Yeah Price would rather be caught dead than admit to any of it.

And while a part of him feels guilty for not telling you about it another part of him cant help but find it exciting

You’ll happily let him cuddle up in your embrace after a long day, completely unaware of the thoughts rushing through his head. You don’t say a thing when you notice most of your clothes missing, and you’ll happily let him suck you off, not putting much thought into what’s gotten him so worked up.

But you find out soon enough.

It’s when you get home from work one day, limbs aching, and in need of sleep but before you can do so you desperately need to get under a hot stream.

However Price is adamant on getting you in bed, and while you’d happily stumble into the sheets with him, he had made it clear that he just wants to sleep.

“Let’s just go to bed” he says, wrapping an arm around your waist and gently nudging you over to the bed.

“But I’ll be quick, I promise, give me like 5 minutes,” you insist, not budging an inch.

“Don’t you think I know you kid? You’ll wake up the whole neighborhood by the time you’re done, besides I don’t get what’s the issue here,” Price says while folding his arms across his chest

“The issue is that I stink” you say thinking that will be enough to convince him.

“Not like you’re going anywhere anyways” You raise a brow at his words, and he only mirrors your action in response.

“Fine you win” you say with a roll of your eyes trying your best to hide your smile . “But if I hear any complaining about how I smell I’m kicking you out of bed,”

“Just turn the lights off, will you?” He says with a chuckle before he lays down.

“Yeah yeah” is all you say as you discard your pants and Price takes a second to appreciate the view before the room is engulfed in darkness.

As soon as you lay down in bed he crawls up into your embrace, burying his head in your neck while wrapping his arms around your waist.

Price let’s out a relived sigh.

This is all he’d wanted today, to feel your warm skin press up against him, to hear your heartbeat against his ear and to have your smell engulf his senses.

He feels relaxed, at ease, should be falling asleep but instead he feels his cock twitching in attention

Fuck.

Price’s eyes snap open, cerulean eyes gazing into the darkness, painfully aware of the way blood is pooling to his lower half all of a sudden.

You on the other hand, are dead asleep next to him. He can hear the soft snores escaping your lips.

Price can't blame you. It’s been a long day for you. He too should go to sleep, but instead he’s painfully hard because he can smell you all over him.

How fucking embarrassing.

Price scoffs at himself, tries to pull away from your embrace but just as he tries to do so you tighten your arms around his waist.

Great.

Price exhales, squeezes his eyes shut, tries to scramble his brain for anything that might kill his boner but it’s practically impossible when he’s a hair away from your pit, engulfed in the smell of your cologne and the sweat that’s still sticking to your skin.

On top of that he’s got his hard on firmly pressed up against your very naked thighs.

He can’t think about anything other than about how much he needs you right now.

I really wouldn’t mind if you woke me up during the night or you know, if you didn’t..

The words you had once said to him ring through his head, and for a second he wonders if he should take you up on the offer. I mean you did said you wouldn’t mind it but…

Before he can register what he’s doing, he starts moving his hips, eyes fluttering shut as needy noises start escaping his lips.

It’s disgusting

it’s wrong

He shouldn’t be doing this

But he can’t get himself to stop moving his hips.

Whines and whimpers escape his lips as he continues to rock his hips, head burying deeper in your chest and engulfing himself in your scent completely.

You’re still asleep going by your soft snores and the way you lay lax next to him. Something about the fact that you’re unaware of what he’s doing has goosebumps rising across his skin, and slowly but surely he feels himself inching closer to his release.

“Please,” he croaks out just the way he would if he was riding your cock right now and that’s all it takes before he’s tipping over the edge, coming with a cry and soiling his sweats.

“John?” He hears your sleep coated voice trickle through the dark.

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cambrinkisbae · 18 days

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*•♡never be like you ♡¸.•*'

nika muhl x cheerleader!reader

"I wanna hold the hand inside you. I wanna take the breath that's true"

word count - 3.4k

themes :

-fluff

-comfort

-toxic rls

warnings :

-arguing

-mentions to abuse

-explicit language

-iowa winning

A/N - did I get you guys. y'all really thought I would wait any longer to post this....

"can we please not do this ash."

i practically pleaded for my boyfriend to not argue with me before a big performance.

it was the day I had been waiting for since I was ever even notified that there would be a uconn game against iowa. I couldn't be dealing with relationship issues right before.

i attempted slipping on my skirt in the bathroom while my boyfriends voice was ringing in my ear no matter how much I tried to ignore it. I hate arguments. especially when they are stupid and have no point in even happening.

"no we are doing this now I don't care! you need to tell me the truth before you leave." Asher growled from outside the bathroom door. part of me wanted to swing the door open and break his nose but I knew that I didn't have time for that. so I gently but swiftly opened the door and forced my eyes into his with probably the most 'i'm not fucking around right now' look I'd ever given him. which is shocking with all of the arguments we've gotten into.

"Asher just fucking stop! I wasn't anywhere, I was literally sitting on the bench waiting for katie to pick me up! why is that so hard for you to comprehend." I pull my face away from his and before I could close the door and continue getting ready I whisper under my breath "its like you want me to cheat on you." the door was about to latch onto the door frame when his pale and veiny hand gripped onto the wooden edge. "what the fuck did you just say?" shit.

he then swung the door open with a force I've never seen before and a wave of fear flushed through my head. there were already tears welling up in my eyes from the yelling and now this just made them fall down my face. inside I was screaming incoherently at his face, slamming the door on his fingers and bashing his head around the room.

this has happened too many times. where we argue and I end up bruised or crying and I have to walk to Natalie's place and cry even more but into her arms instead. there's been too many times where Asher gets away with shit that no other man could get away with. and too many fucking times have I stayed.

his hand was peeled away from the edge of the door and I swear there was hot lava falling out from his eyes instead of guilt tripping tears. "why do you do this to me y/n? it hurts." he dramatically let his hand fall into his palms as more tears fell from his clearly angered eyes. most times I would let myself feel guilty and sorry for him as if I was the one that did the hurting. but this time I was done. nothing was officially over but the moment definitely was. he's going to have to find a way to win my attention back this time.

i tightened my pony tail and grabbed my cheer bag before walking out of our apartment, slamming the door behind me. it was so early in the morning that the sun was only rising as I walked out the door. I'm almost positive that everyone else on the team was asleep so I had to walk to practice. I was only a couple steps into my long walk when a car pulled up in front of me. well not in front but beside me. I continued walking until a window was rolled down and I heard a familiar voice call out.

"yo are you good?"

i was not. I had tears streaming down my face and I probably looked like I was just thrown in a pit of piranhas, but I cant say that.

"huh?" I turn my head to the side to see a white BMW pulled over. the voice I had heard earlier had a very memorable accent in it. Nika Muhl. 5'10 point guard. pretty hair. pretty eyes. just pretty.

"are you okay?" another voice reached out from the drivers seat of the car. Paige Bueckers of course. I finally looked down from my own height and saw a the brunette looking up at me with kinda eyes. her head was slightly tilted to the side while she waited for me to answer her question. "oh. uh." I waited a moment.

just before this I was telling myself that I wasn't going to put up with asher's bullshit anymore. that included hiding what was going on. Asher put me through shit. I mean he curb stomped my head on a pile of shit and dragged my face through it with his bare hands and never felt any regret.

"n-no not really." yeah I did that. fuck you Asher. the feeling of just admitting that I wasn't made the rest of my tears started to drain back into my eye sockets. I could see it in Nika's eyes that she felt bad even if she was smiling and laughing. she popped open the car door and tapped her lap. "well c'mon." she swayed her head, gesturing for me to literally crawl over her lap and get into the backseat, as there isn't a back door. I didn't want to be rude so I sighed and crawling over Nika's lap and into the backseat. I was hovering over her long enough to smell the beachy sunscreen smelling perfume she had on. her hands grazed my thigh that was exposed after my skirt had started to hang down from my position. thank God the cheer uniforms had shorts under the skirts because when I was almost in the back seat next to Ice Brady and KK Arnold, my skirt lifted up right in Nika's face. I almost fell face first into the backseat before I felt Nika's hands grip onto my waist to support me until I was sitting down. I let out a sharp and quick sigh while fixing my hair and and un-ruffling my skirt, I looked into the driver seat to see Paige holding back tears of laughter. I could practically see how red Nika was from the back of the head rest she had her hair pressed against.

i didn't expect the car ride to be as comforting as it was. the entire drive was basically just the girls either singing or asking me questions about cheer. it was all fine before Nika decided to speak up about why I was sobbing on the sidewalk.

"so what was going on with you earlier? before we very obviously saved your ass." I couldn't help but laugh at her remark but quickly got more serious when Paige turned down the music so everyone could hear me. I felt like I was put on a stage with a microphone in a pretty pink dress waiting to win Miss America with everyone's eyes on me while they waited for me to answer.

"oh it was nothing just stuff about my boyfriend...." I tried to shake off the question even though a part of me wanted to scream how much I hated him. I trailed off and glanced to the side to find an unconvinced KK staring at me. KK is funny, I always see her jumping around after a win and shes always filled with energy.

I shrugged and threw my head back before actually giving in. "fine. he's like, really shitty honestly. I want to break up but I can't." the car was silent for a couple seconds while I patiently waited for someone to speak. "what way of shitty? like wants to break up constantly but wont or like- another way of shitty" Paige asked without making any eye contact.

another way for sure. every other way that you could think of Paige.

"guilt tripping manipulative way I guess?" I said, my voice slightly cracking. Nika clicked her tongue as she reached around her seat and looked back at you. "you know you don't have to stay. I know its hard to not stay but you aren't obligated to stay." thank you. that the only thing I was needing to hear in the past year I had been with Asher. I know I'm not obligated to stay with him but Jesus it feels like it. "thanks." the car ride was silent for a couple more minutes before Paige pulled into the driveway of my cheer practice building.

I was just about to get out of the car before realizing that ice was in front of the door I should've been getting out of. I had to crawl over Nika's lap again. I tossed my duffel bag into her lap and its like she could read my brain when she opened her door and gently set the bag out side. but this time she put down her car seat so that there was a (mainly) flat surface for me to crawl over. instead of crawling, I lifted my feet over Nika's body first and then slid myself over her. my ass gently bumps against her lap, almost sending a loud gasp from my lips. there her hands were again. I thought everything was going by quickly but she still had enough time to wrap her fingers around my waist and lifted me from the back seat out the door.

it was honestly hard for me to speak after having to be that close to a practical stranger in the span of 20 minutes but I tried my best.

"thank you guys for the ride. good luck on your game!" as I was waving goodbye while walking down the sidewalk towards the door of the building, Nika yelled out.

"y/n? I'll see you there right?"

oh my fuck she wants to see me at the game. she actually WANTS me to be there.

all I could manage to do without folding over and passing out of the concrete was throw a thumbs up from behind me and continue walking. the moment I stepped or slid out of that car, all the thoughts came back, rushing through my head. how the fuck was I supposed to focus on cheer when my relationship was on the brink of ending. I felt tears well up in my eyes just thinking about it. obviously I wanted things to end but its been a year and a couple months. I don't know how I was going to just break up and be fine. when I swung open the doors to my cheer studio I saw coach and couple other girls sitting down, tying their shoes and fixing each other's hair. coach waved at me once I got through the door. I made my way over to the other girls and gave them each a hug with a very fake warm smile plastered on my face.

"hiii, are you okay you look like you've been crying?" Taylor spoke in a soft, caring mom kind of tone. why is everybody so worried about if I was crying or not. its not that big of a deal just let me cry. I nodded aggressively "mhm. yeah I'm good." the two girls, Taylor and Caydence, looked at each other and they obviously could see through me. I held back even more tears when they shrugged their shoulder continued talking, I knew they didn't believe me but they didn't push an answer out of me like Nika and Paige.

a part of me has always been interested in basketball but the other part kept telling me that I was talented enough or masculine enough. Nika was always an inspiration to me even before I started cheering for UConn. sometimes after practice, as long as there is no performances and I'm not being held back by my coach, I like to go to the public gym and practice basketball by myself. every time I do, I always wish that there was someone there to practice with me. that is part of the reason I went on to cheer for UConn basketball.

i was still stretching when some more girls off the team walked through the door. makeup done, lashes curled ready to go. I still sat in the corner with a couple mascara streaks running down my face. sadly, there weren't any wipes anywhere in the studio so I had to sit with dried cracky mascara on my face instead of my lashes. I stood up after stretching and actually set my bag and water bottle down at some benches before going up to my best friend, Farah, and squeezing her tightly. she had just walked through the door holding a bag with her cheer supplies and another that had a bow tied around it. it wasn't too big but definitely noticeable. my eyes were immediately drawn to it but I waited for her to bring it up after we finished hugging.

"don't act like you aren't wondering what's in here." she shook the yellow back in front of me, letting me take it out of her hands. I scrimmaged through it and found a piece of paper in the bottom. it looked blank until I flipped it over.

mother fucking Farah.

"YOU GOT ME TICKETS TO OLIVIA RODRIGO? WHAT THE FUCK?" I squealed loud enough for the entire team and coach to hear. all eyes were on me but I didn't care. there was literally no reason for Farah to do this at all. shes just a really fucking nice person. she bent over, holding her stomach with laughter pouring out of her mouth. I felt all sorts of feelings rushing through me. confusion, happiness, more confusion, a little bit of sadness because there was only one ticket at the bottom of the bag.

that when everything died down. I realized that she only got one? no way.

"wait did you-" I began to question but Farah stopped me by shoving her finger over my lips.

"nope." she pulled out her hand from her bag and there were two other tickets. why two? why two. two. fuck.

"for Asher!" she held onto my wrists more excited than she was walking inside of the studio. that giddy smile on her face fell quickly. there is no way I'm bringing Asher with to a concert that he wouldn't even give a shit about. all he'd care about is getting in my pants afterwards because my feet will hurt too much to walk away and say no. I pulled myself towards Farah's ear and whispered softly "Asher cannot come with. I'm planning on breaking up with him."

Farah's eyes widened once I pulled my mouth away from her ear. all she did was nod and dropped my hands back to my side. we walked over to the bench and continued waiting for the rest of the team to show up.

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practice went smooth. now its about to start. UConn and Iowa. fuck I'm nervous. I've been a UConn fan for years and this game is one of the things I've always wanted to see in person. they start introducing players while the cheer squad was doing our main routine to the rhythm of a random Taylor swift song. I think it's I knew you were trouble. ironic. the one thing I was not allowed myself to think of was Asher. if I wanted to think about him I would just trick myself into thinking about Nika. wait that came out wrong. anyways. I was just let down on the floor after doing a thigh stand and the team continued dancing until it was finally tip off. I scurried off the court with the rest of my team and sat to the side while a couple girls above me kept moving around with pom poms. we got the ball first and stayed in the lead for a while.

as much as I was pretending to focus on the shots all the players were making, I couldn't peel my eyes away from Nika. she was on Caitlin Clark's ass. not even letting her shoot a three pointer. shes doing so good. she had her hands surrounding the ball, barely letting Clark shoot at all. I admire her for her defensive skills. I believe her aggression really helps with that. shes passionate. she obviously wants to win but on court it looks like shes playing with her life on the line. but she does it with ease. the one thing I kept forgetting was that this could be her last college game. ever. no one knows where shell go after UConn. lots of people are saying overseas and I think that would be the death of me. I watched every move she made. not in a stalker way but in an invested in her game way. the way her hair swayed back and forth while she shuffled around Caitlin. the way she already had a couple balls of sweat falling off of her forehead. I would be lying to myself if I didn't think she looked really hot right now.

and I'm up again. Caydence was holding onto my hips before she tossed me in the air, I landed on her and angels palms before flipping off and landing feet flat on the floor. still holding a pretty fake smile on my lips. once it was someone else's turn to do a crazy flip, I took the chance and looked back at the bench, watching as Nika took multiple sips out of a Gatorade water bottle. her hand rested on Paige shoulder while she shot something that probably motivational and worded beautiful to Paige's ear.

the game was going smooth until the 4th quarter. I could feel my blood boiling while watching the timer tick lower and lower without our score going higher. this cant be happening. 3.9 seconds on the clock. I could practically feel the vibrations of every UConn fan tapping their feet waiting for someone to shoot a three pointer and give us the win. but no. a foul was called on Aaliyah. I don't think it was a foul but what do I know.

as much as I was desperate for us to win, I knew we wouldn't be taking home the win this time. 4.6 seconds. now Paige. what is it with these bullshit calls.

i never liked Iowa. in my opinion, Clark is good at basketball but can be conceited and over hyped. of course I didn't want anyone to come at me with that when Iowa "wins the natty" so i'll have to keep that in my head for now.

i started calming down, trying to accept the fact that there wasn't a point going on but they from the far side of the court I saw Caitlin Clark. the basketball player dubbed as the goat and a women's basketball savior, bounce a basketball off of her so called friend? fuck that shit. I almost stood up and sprinted across the court. me and Paige may not be close but I cant take shit like that. Farah rested her hand on my thigh, telling me to not do anything. because its "out of my control"

it could be in mine. just saying.

and just like that, number 20 gets the ball, throws it in the air, and declares the win for Iowa. I could physically feel my face getting hotter with each tear I saw fall from Nika's eyes. Iowa doesn't deserve this. they have everything. and UConn gave up everything. I couldn't stop myself from crying too. I shoved my face in my hands trying to dry the tears that were slowly ruining my eye makeup/ I feel fucking terrible. how could UConn give so much for this and barely get anything back. just the noise of all the Iowa fans cheering and laughing and the sight of them smiling made me sick. I wont even hide it. I was jealous. jealous that they had such dick riding refs.

who said that.

i wanted, so badly, to stand up and wrap my arms around Nika and Paige and Aaliyah and all the others to just give them some sort of recognition but we had to go. coach led us through the tunnel and that was it. I sat on a bench in our locker room, debating what to do.

and I figured out what to do. right then and there.

even with my hands on my forehead, crying and stressing, the inside of me was happy because I knew that someone wouldn't be feeling so bad on April 22nd.

#nika muhl #basketball #lesbian #uconn wbb #uconhuskies #paige bueckers #never be like you #Nika muhl x reader #Iowa wbb #nika x reader #cambrinkisbae

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thatdeadaquarius · 1 year

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SAGAU / Isekai Genshin:

You can still use your characters! ... as in possessing them 👻

(all art by me down below, hope its decent lol - did it for u guys and myself i mean what )

Edit 9/7/23: 1,500+ NOTES??? BRO WHAT!! THABK YOU <3

Edit 12/24/23 + 4/5/24:

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My dumbass forgot to put this here .-.

Anywya this is a full length fanfic now ;)

PART 1 (you're here!) / Part 2

So.

You got sucked into a video game.

Crazy, but it happens ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯

yknow how it issss

...you very quickly discover that unfortunately video game rules still apply...

which wouldn't normally be an issue! like, needing to use the bathroom in the middle of a fight? Nope! minor cuts and bruises like papercuts, only actual enemies or fall damage counting? hell yeah that'd be great (theoretically no chronic pains if you got that?? hmmmm unsure)

see the issue comes when you realize, you as a player, don't have a "character" that's all your own

there's aether/lumine yeah.. but bc the game's real now, they're their own people, and you didn't wake up to find yourself as a blonde twin...

the closest you can describe your form as is .. like a seelie?

or like the way ghosts look in game?

but a lot more "starry"

like your specterlike, but you look like you got filled up with stars and the milky way, maybe a reference of you being from another universe/world? (aether/lumine/dainsleif/khaenriah star symbol reference secret thEORY-)

but yah.

you also got just, white eyes.

like, not iris, not pupil. like your pupil and iris got erased

you gotta admit, at least you look really aesthetic now.

(u also got a little cape and hood on at all times, and you cant take it off to see your starrified hair >:/ ,very Blue Diamond-esque, look up Steven Universe, Blue Diamond if you dont know who im talking about)

so needless to say, as soon as you sort of glitched your way into existence you were HYPE

i mean ur ACTUALLY IN TEYVAT WITH THE BOYSSSS

...then you realize your a spooky-no-character-to-pilot-around-thus-no-character-model-body-for-you thingy

and that you cant touch stuff!! >:(

like wth!!!

thats just downright unfair.

so, you figure if you got no body to be.... you gotta find a new "character" to pilot >:)

...

I choose you, yellow fungi!

...

....

you're in the fucking woods (Sumeru somewhere obv, u knew that the moment you opened ur eyes),

what'd you expect?? an archon??

..wait a minute. can you possess an archon-

these kinda thoughts plague your first few days of irl genshin impact playing

a rishabold tiger? yep.

a sumpter beast? kinda slow and heavy feeling but yeah.

...you also try a ruin machine LOL

by far, the fungi and ruin machines are the best to possess, mostly because you can remain upright with those

(tho u did find some type of flying monkey that wasnt in game, but its like,, a real world and jungle now so that makes sense there'd be more complexity + stuff)

you do eventually think you should try and possess a person at this point... but ur kinda nervous 👉👈

its ur first time doin this okay nobody explained the basics to you youve been winging for a week now!

will your mind be replaced with theirs? it hasn't been so far with the creatures/bots

and as far as you can tell, they kinda just-

forget what happened or "wake up" after you possess them

(the tiger you were for a day looked confused as hell when it realized that there was a new pile of fruit next to it when it "woke up", it was your way of saying thank you to the animals of the jungle, u left them little piles of food you collected running around as them)

so THEORHETICALLY-

you should be good to go and possess a random poor eremite

... you figure you want to possess something human-like eventually even if you get a puppet body like wanderer/raiden so...

here goes nothing...

♤

so it's been 2 weeks since you've been forcefully yanked into teyvat, and by the second week, you were trying to possess eremites

which! worked out!

mostly..!

you kinda convinced the entirety of two eremite camps that a certain part one of sumeru's forests is hella haunted bc ppl keep "blacking out" and doing things they don't remember doing, yknow... like possesssion LMAO

they kinda ran off to escape you but, hey!

experiment #2: people possession, success!!

now you were kinda convinced of this when you realized no matter the angle the animals and machines of sumeru didnt react to you getting super close to them (you dont have to touch something to posses it, just look at it really, but you wanted to test limits, so you walked up to sumpter beasts and fungi and ruin machines)

but no one can see you.

you don't have a "character" most of the time, you can float and glide around the ground like scaramouche lol

you cant touch stuff bc of this, you cant smell stuff (u saw the eremites campfires & couldnt smell the smoke until you were them)

you cant eat stuff w/o a body, so.. it makes sense that the eremites and passing merchants, cant see you when you float around, trying to reorient yourself after 2 weeks of experimenting

:( ur only a lil sad about it... but mostly not bc lol u got possession powers so trade off u guess

the first time you see a vision-bearer you literally scream

LMAO

ur so lucky u cant be seen or heard

bc Collei would have def screamed back lol

needless to say u stalk the forest ranger- ALL DAY.

Collei goes on patrol around the woods? you go on a patrol.

collei goes to visit other forest rangers? you "visit" other forest rangers at base (lol u def possess a guy who was asleep on a bench nearby & wake up to go talk to Collei "in-person", poor guy was so worried he sleep walked/talked so hard he went to see Tighnari an hour later lmao)

welp, you decide this is your life now, follow Collei everywhere, talk one-sided to Collei until you can possess a forest ranger w/o it being suspicious (dont wanna turn the poor rangers into the terrified eremites from a week or two ago...)

then, after you get the courage and erase the paranoia that tighnari can just... somehow hear your ghostly bullshit-

u do the same to Tighnari (then Cyno when he visits! no u didnt squeal, so what, nobody can hear you- )

♧

Tighnari begins to get suspicious about 3 weeks into this routine.

he's been starting to collect and start a file on all the rangers or nearby villagers that've started randomly "blacking out/sleep walking" in the evenings usually

(u possess as close to nighttime as u can so it seems like sleepwalking)

So when Cyno comes back from a mission gone wrong,

having nearly been decapitated by a rogue flying ruin machine, only to black out and come to standing calmly 10 feet further than he remembered being 1 minute ago...

Tighnari's suspicions are confirmed, and he launches into researching this phenomenon.

his first thought is something like the aranara, but that doesn't account for the effect this thing is having on people

after all, what little forest spirit is strong enough to-

-control humans??

Tighnari begins to get the sense he's in over his head after he finds himself pushed into going into Sumeru City in order to collect more library books or ask around if the blackouts have spread to the city people

he answer is negative, on both accounts.

and he spends about one half of the day walking around, and the other reading up all he can on mythical creatures or ailments

Tighnari gives up for the day, and as he makes his way back to Ghandarvaville, he almost gets ambushed by some particularly nasty muggers

...and then he wakes up 20 feet away, his denro vision thrumming with power, full of worry and fondness for himself??, (just like Cyno said he felt happen to him..)

...Tighnari decides he needs reinforcements.

YOU GUYS-

UR LOCAL ZODIAC SIGN OBSESSED W/GENSHIN HIT A CHARACTER LIMIT ON A POST FINALLY. 😦

??? THIS WOULDVE BEEN LONGER BUT I BARELY GOT SPACE FOR THIS- I- EVEN THE QIQI POST DIDNT HIT LIMIT-

uh cya ig!!

Safe travels lmao,

💀♒️

♡the beloveds♡

@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist @revonie / @hat-on-a-cat / @takottai / @sickly-falling (?) / @iruiji

(Sorry about the late tag! I forgot to update my taglist before i posted this 💀 my bad guys)

Also if the people who got put there who i couldnt find a blog for see this, idk what went wrong ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ - maybe check and see if ur setting for "being able to be searched/looked up" is turned on?? Idk man

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chrissturnsgirlll222 · 2 months

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second, never first

PLEASE READ WARNINGS

chris x fem!reader

summary - you grew up hating one guy all of high school but suddenly become friends, but as time goes on feelings develop, only its one sided.

warnings - swearing, kissing, use of y/n, mention of family issues, mention of domestic violence (NOT BETWEEN THE MAIN COUPLE), BOYS (no smut… for now lol)

word count - 2k+

a/n: this part of the story contains a scene involving domestic violence so please dont read if that is a topic that triggers you! also this part is taking place 2 weeks since the last. also i made it a little lengthy for you all <333

NOT PROOFREAD

i was fast asleep when i heard a crash from downstairs over the show i have playing to fall asleep. instantly getting up i slipped on a robe and slowly walked to my steps.

growing up in the house hold i did meant i had to be in constant fight or flight. i stood at the top of my steps with my phone in hand. looking down at it, the time reading 12:34.

“you need to learn to keep your fucking mouth shut, i am threatening you and your daughter. ever try to leave me and i will have both pf your heads.” i heard my dad yell from downstairs, my mom sobbing. common occurrence from my house hold.

“mom” i say my voice cracking up as i walk down stairs. “y/n go the fuck upstairs now.” my dad screams standing over my mom as shes sitting on the floor with both hands on her cheek as if she was just punched and her throat red. i knew my parents argued all the time but i never saw them get violent.

“i will do it.” holding my phone up i type in 911.

“sweetie you know i would never be violent, your mom just needs to be talked to like a baby since she has double left brain cells.” he switches up his tone.

“now i wont repeat myself, go to your fucking room.” he growls.

tears pool in to my eyes as i turn around.

my vision gets clouded with tears as i make my way to my room. immediately breaking down once i get to my room. feeling scared in your own house is one thing but feeling unsafe is another. i cant trust either of my parents to keep me safe anymore.

turn on my phone i call the one person who i can trust with my life, chris.

ring ri-

“hey kid whats up.” he answers. i dont say anything as i am hyperventilating, crying and shakily breathing trying to calm myself down. “y/n?” i hear him say, “chris” is all i can reply and i am sobbing on the other line of the phone. “where are you?” chris asks in a concerned tone, “i- im home.”.

“whats wrong why are you calling?” he questions. “i cant- i cant be here.”.

“im on my way kid, give me a second here ok?”

“mhm” i reply.

he hangs up and i slowly take deep breaths. im not one to cry often but after school the other day ive been crying for 2 weeks straight it feels like. i dont know if chris would mind but i start frantically packing a bag with clothes and things i need for tomorrow morning. i cant be here in this house with them.

i knew in the back of my mind i shouldn’t leave my mom alone but i just couldn’t bear to hear any more crashes or slams now that i know things have gotten physical.

i sit on the floor in front of my door still sobbing as i just started and me and chris’ texts waiting for-

wednesday 12:57am

chris: here

waiting for that.

i open my window not caring to be quiet as i slip through it. sliding it shut and carefully climbing down the stairs of the treehouse my father built for me when i was a baby. probably the only thing ill ever be grateful for from him.

i wipe my eye and nose trying to compose myself while walking up to chris’ truck. opening the back door first and throwing my bag in to the back seat and then making my way to the passenger side. climbing up to the seat and buckling myself in. a few tears still streaming from my face.

“y/n what happened.” chris asks in a quiet tone. the question making everything flood back in to my head and i breakdown again. i bring my hands up to my face and cry into my hands. “it cant be that bad kid whats wrong.” he says with concern. “its worse.” i reply. “can we p- please go to your house. i- i cant be hear any longer.” i ask through choked sobs. “of course.” he puts the truck in drive.

the drive is quiet, the sound of my crying and heavy breathing being the only sound coming through the vehicle.

we get to his house and he immediately gets out and goes to grab my bag from the bag and then opening my door. i sniffle and smile at him thankfully.

once i enter his house its fully of joy. warm lighting and happiness filling the walls. i stand in the door way shivering as im in a big shirt and sleep shorts with sneakers on in the middle of winter. chris comes in after me with my bag over his shoulder and closing the door behind him and locking it. “cold?” he smiles and i nod rubbing my arms.

i look around his house for a minute, “cmon” he nods towards the stairs and we start walking up them to his room. we get to his room door. he walks over to his bed turning on the white led strip lights he has and walks back to the door. “hey go sit down kid ill be right back.” i nod in response and walk over to his bed. “hey y/n is gonna sleep here tonight.” i hear chris say, his voice is muffled slightly and i hear matt and nick ask “why?”.

“i dont know she just called me crying and she wont speak, i think something happened at her house.” he replies and walks back in.

going to his closet he grabs a hoodie and tosses it to me, “thank you.” i sniffle and smile putting the hoodie on immediately feeling warmer. he walks over to his bed crounching down in front of me.

“talk to me kid, what happened?” he asks softly, “was it your parents?” he adds. i close my eyes as streams of tears flow from them. my not answering was an answer for chris. he bows his head down shaking it and letting out a breath. “how bad was it?” he looks up at me.

“bad enough for my mom to be crying on the floor with a bloody nose and a bruised neck.” i reply and wipe nose. chris’ face fills with concern as i cry into my hands.

he takes my hands and removes them from my face starring at me with my runny nose and red eyes. i move to stand up and he does the same, “chris im sorry i shouldnt even be telling you th-“ i am paused with his arms coming around my head in to a hug. i melt into his touch burying my face into his chest and hooking my arms under his. i hold on to him for dear life and sob.

“im sorry.” i keep repeating as he hugs me. “stop it. none of what happened is your fault ok? your dad is a piece of shit stop apologizing.” he comforts as he gently rubs my back. the world goes quiet as i hold on to him, everything seemed to do that when i was with chris. i pull away still holding on to his arm “chris you have no idea how grateful i am for you.” i smile fiddling with his fingers. he smiles and kisses me, “shit sorry. bad timing, im awful.” he blurts as he immediately pulls away putting his hand up to his forehead. i wipe my nose again, “its ok. never apologize for that.”

our friendship as of now felt different. we are best friends that are fake dating but occasionally kiss when no ones around. i want to ask him what this means but im afraid it will ruin what we have. so i stay quiet as he leans into me again. i go on my tip toes and grab either side of his face into a long sweet kiss. pulling apart we both sit down on his bed and get under the sheets inches apart.

both of us laying face up but chris is on his phone.

thinking about my night i wonder what i would do without chris. having him as my best friend was the biggest blessing i could have asked for. even though i was enduring the roughest two weeks of my life chris always managed to to make my rocky world a still calm path.

as i think about him i instinctually move closer to him wrapping both of my arms around him. “whats this for?” he asks looking down and me and raising him arm for me to come in, as i can hear him smiling in his voice.

“i just am in l-, i just love you so much you are the only thing that helps me constantly.” i correct myself. he chuckles and shuts his phone off grabbing his tv remote. turning on a show on a low volume and shutting off his leds.

with his free hand he slips it under his hoodie thats on me and lightly starts scratching my back. i hum at the feeling closing my eyes. “that feel good?” he says in a quiet voice. “mhm” reply lightly nodding my head thats buried in his shoulder now. the low hum of of the show playing, my comfortable position cuddling with chris, plus my exhaustion and his hand scratching me made my tired eyes even more intense.

i fall asleep happier than i was an hour ago and its all thanks to chris.

chris pov

the feeling of her breathing against my side is more calming than anything i could describe. her fragile body is fast asleep on me with her leg over mine and her arms around my neck as i continue to lightly draw shapes on her back.

i cant believe what she endured tonight let alone it being a normal occurrence for her parents to argue. she told me about them fighting before and she always said it got intense but i have never seen her this emotional. i feel happy knowing that she can trust me in such a vulnerable state.

she hums in her sleep nuzzing her head impossibly closer to me and i just admire her as she does so. i just wish our current situation could be more than it is but bringing that up would change everything and commitment to another person is like holding a new born. you have someones full trust and life in your hands never knowing if their going to fall out.

ill take what i can get as we are closer than we have ever been tonight. watching her sleep is the most beautiful thing ive ever come across.

her dark hair lays out on her back as i can smell her vanilla scented shampoo that she told me was way to expensive for what she would normally pay. my hoodie that fit her in the most adorable oversized way. her sleep shorts that are peeking out from the covers that slightly show her skin. and her cold finger tips against my neck, the feeling of them almost lulling me to sleep.

i continue to scratch her back even though she is already asleep and kiss the top of her head which i wouldn’t have the courage to do if she was awake.

“im so in love with you kid, i just have fear of making that real. it would ruin everything. i just wish you were awake for me to tell you, but it would be selfish to take you as mine you have so much love to give.” i mumble whispered against her head just seconds before i fell asleep

thanks for reading xx

taglist: @sleepysturnss @blahbel668 @alorsxsturn @w4nnabeurs @junnniiieee07 @waydasims @matthewloverr @bitchydragonparadise @matthewsturnioloswifey @iloveneilperry @stunza @realuvrrr @jennss23 @tubl-mc @lilsstvrn

a/n: pls send thoughts in the comments. also i know this is a heavy topic to cover so my dms are open if anyone needs to talk. love you all🩷🩷

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 3 months

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ATIA for talking bad about my gf?

im a 15yr old transmasc for context, gf is 14 cis F

this is a bit of background, but ill make it quick. i've been dating this girl since 6th grade (im now 15 and in 9th grade). she used to be really open, considerate, and hot. she had a really cool style and i liked her a lot, cringe and all.

over the time from 6th-9th grade, she questioned her gender, which is understandable. i supported her whatever she identified as that week and solidified my support by making her things with the pronouns and gender she used. however, i was going through the gender thing too, but leaned to be more masc. i started using masc pronouns, which i expressed to her, and she neglected to use. i eventually went back to they/them, which she seemed relieved for. that struck me as odd.

anyways, over the summer, i had to be hospitalized for some mental health issues (i will explain further if needed, long story short, i was thugging it out) and couldnt make it to the last two weeks of school. at the time i didnt have a phone either, so i couldnt call her. to her knowledge my friend ratted me out for a self threat and i got yoinked from school.

so, i hang out with her over the summer, and shes totally different. skinny as hell, blonde highlights, and a different style. she acted the same, for the most part, maybe a bit more confident, but i didnt mind, it just freaked me out that she'd dropped so much weight (she was slighty above average)

fast forward, we're halfway through the school year now, and shes kind of being a dick to Friend (15F, who was friends with her first but whatever) Friend doesnt know why and i dont either, but its another thing that stikes me as odd in a bad way. recently ive been considering breaking up with her, seeing as she is being a dick, and also has a few other problems (cutting people off when speaking, speaking too loudly, not aware of space she takes up, not speaking openly about her feelings to anyone, etc)

ive been talking to Friend about this a LOT, and my gf seems to be getting worse in behavior by the day. i feel bad because it feels like im talking about her behind her back, but i also cant bring up any concerns directly to her as she diflects my concerns.

TL;DR, my gf is being odd and not nice or communicative, and i talk to my friend about it a lot and the consideration of breaking up with her. atia?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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acidichcl · 2 months

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My babies

Was playing around a lil with how i draw them

Anyways, im bored so below is just me rambling about my tmnt fan iteration. I also might change the name. Maybe

If ur gonna read it, be warned, it’s long 💀 i tend to yap alot. I’ll make a clearer post once i figure everything out lmao

I guess i’ll start by explaining this post first. Baxter stockman found a crystal near an alien crash site and he found it super pretty, he wanted to give it to april’s mom, who he fancied. At the time, he didnt think much of it. He just thought it was a regular pretty crystal that was probably formed because of the crash impact or something.

As baxter gives the crystal necklace to april for her to give to her mom, april ends up giving it to Leo instead because april doesnt like her mom and refuses to give any gifts to her. Leo wears the crystal necklace in gratitude for April and on that night, leo had something happen to him. It’s like something from the necklace is taking over his body. That something is basically the crystal’s energy getting embedded to his body, this includes a hologram being (like an AI i guess) that is part of that crystal

This hologram being is what u call a Chronix (im bad at naming, i just pulled that outta my ass😭), that mainly takes a dragon-like form, but it doesnt really have a set form. Theyre holograms after all. Chronix doesnt immediately show itself to Leo, as just like any other virtual assistant, it only shows up when needed. When the crystal’s energy was embedded to Leo, he just thought that it was somehow Donnie’s mischievous doing. Maybe he was experimenting with things and Leo got caught in the way. Weird things happen pretty often and the first suspicion has always been on Donnie due to his mysterious and mischievious nature so leo quickly dismissed it and went on with his day after Donnie gives Leo a device that would help tame the energy surge.

One day, a bunch of utroms have been spotted roaming around the town. While April was still sleeping, an utrom managed to get into april’s place through an open window and climbed onto leo, causing him to freak out and accidentally spawn a holographic whip that would break April’s shelf of her beloved figurines. Leo begged Donnie to fix everything and he also tells Donnie that the device he gave isnt working. Donnie agreed to fix the issues and he tells Raph and Mikey to somehow keep April stay in her room so that she wont see the mess. While Donnie is fixing up his device, Leo is sitting alone in his room, wondering what actually is happening to him.

Prompted by Leo’s question about what’s happening, Chronix appears and tells him that the energy surges he’s getting are because he’s not used to it yet. His body is not trained enough to be a container for the energy nor to gain better control of what he spawns. Chronix explains further about what it is and where it came from: The utroms have a very advanced living condition and what keeps their conditions alive is a big sun crystal that powers everything in their planet. It is linked to everything there and it casts virtual assistants to serve the utroms. As they were fleeing their planet that’s about to be taken over by shredder (i imagine him to be like Wander over yonder’s lord hater lol), the utroms took the big crystal with them as its huge energy source is believed to be able to form a new world and Shredder will have his own loyal army. Cuz virtual assistants cant think or feel for themselves, they just do what theyre prompted to do, theres no way for them to betray him. Shredder took over that planet because he wants that power in order to conquer the galaxy. When the utroms fled with the crystal, they crashed to earth, causing the huge crystal to shatter to multiple pieces. those who came to check out the crash site notice these crystal fragments and take them, either its for collection, or for profit purposes, or for research, whatever. Ppl like shiny things ok. The utroms are trying to gather all the pieces to form the crystal whole again, while shredder, and other alien invaders, are also actively trying to seek out for this crystal.

As Leo is one of those who is in possession of the crystal, he is now a target, hence why an utrom climbed up onto him that morning. Now knowing that he’s not supposed to be in possession of the crystal, he tries to take off the necklace but he is now bonded with the crystal so he physically can’t take it off. The crystals dont have the same effects on other living things tho. But I think i’ll not say the reason for that yet. I have an idea, i just gotta think more about it

To avoid any more accidents, he asks for chronix’s guidance on how to make his body stronger to contain and control the energy. Chronix tells him that he just needs to train n stuff. For better guidance, he tells his brothers. And then april, who then mentions that there’s a dojo nearby and thats where they meet casey jones and his grandpa who owns a pet rat, Splinter, who shortly gets in contact with an utrom and gets mutated. Also the grandpa’s pretty old so he passes away not very long after. Casey is still too young to continue his legacy, but splinter is now an old wise rat who knows of the grandpa’s techniques. So splinter takes the sensei role to initially train only leo and casey, but the other turtles and april also wanted to join in just to have something to do

Yeah

#tmnt against all odds #my art #tmnt iteration #or #tmnt au #whatever u call it #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #doodle #digital art #artists on tumblr

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arson-09 · 3 months

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Acowar Review✨✨ sjm needs to pay for my therapy✨✨

Its not as infuriating as acomaf but its still… bad.

Point 1: the court of ignorance and dumbassery

Lets cut to the chase. why the FUCK didnt feyre read Tamlin and Luciens minds at ANYPOINT while she was doin her hot girl shit of taking the spring court down??? huh sjm??? why is your fmc only powerful when convenient. So much could have been cut down. Acowar was way too long.

The whole destroying of the spring court didnt even make that much sense. Im all for a girlie getting back at the people who wronged her but feyre ended up hurting a lot of innocent people in the process. Feyre even tries to ignore the consequences of her actions. She had to invade peoples minds and manipulate people to get them to turn against tamlin and all this could have been avoided if she read his damn mind and learned he was a double agent. Lucien even hinted towards it

Part One: Princess of Carrion »

Chapter Six

None. It was either go to war with the Night Court and Hybern, or ally with Hybern, let them try to stir up trouble, and then use that alliance to our own advantage further down the road." "What do you mean," I breathed. But Lucien realized what he'd said, and hedged, "We have enemies in every court. Having Hybern's alliance will make them think twice." Liar. Trained, clever liar.

If feyre is supposed to be so smart, and she did pick up on this, why didnt she do anything? This is so frustrating.

Then once she leaves the spring court i found myself frankly not caring. Acomaf hadnt given me enough to care about the inner circle so i didnt and sjm cant make me like rhysand. which i have so many gripes but for word counts sake let me name my main ones

Point 2: Sarah Janet Maas and her shitty love interests

the ignoring rhysand sexual assault of feyre and EXCUSING it and his little habit of not telling his court things

Part Two: Cursebreaker »

Chapter Twelve

Was it going on before you even left?" I whipped my head to him, even if I could barely make out his features in the dark. "I never touched Rhysand like that until months later." "You kissed Under the Mountain." "I had as little choice in that as I did in the dancing." "And yet this is the male you now love." He didn't know-he had no inkling of the personal history, the secrets, that had opened my heart to the High Lord of the Night Court. They were not my stories to tell

here we have sjm acknowledging that yeah, rhysand Sexually Assaulted Feyre UtM in Acotar. Without her consent he dressed her inappropriately (which she was uncomfortable with) had her dance provocatively in his lap, kissed her, and made her drink alcohol so she wouldn't remember the details all without her consent. Yet Sjm is going “its fine” now and feyre herself going “you just dont get it…” ⁉️⁉️⁉️

Now see if sjm actually planned for rhysand to become the love interest why didnt she just avoid all this by having Amarantha make rhysand do this to feyre? Because that would have solved some issues but no. Because Rhysand did all this of his own free will in acotar. He actively chose to do this to feyre. To humiliate her and anger Tamlin because rhysand is obsessed with Tamlin.

Rhysand also loves to not tell his own court things. I was and still am very angry over him not telling Mor, Azriel, Cassien and at the very least his Wife about his plan with the court of nightmares. Just why.

Mors anger towards Nesta also makes no sense. sjm stop writing girl on girl hate challenge impossible

Point three: That one toy story scene “I dont wanna play with you anymore!”

Now tamlin. Tamlin tamlin tamlin im so sorry love for what sjm has done to you. If i start ill never stop. What Tamlin said to feyre and rhysand at the high lords meeting was out of pocket but he also wasnt wrong about some things. Also from established character these actions make no sense and his actions havent made sense since acomaf because sjm threw him and his character away to play with shadow daddy and bad morals. But she also cant commit to making a character of hers actually evil so tamlin saves the whole day by bringing the autumn court to fight and saving rhysand life. Tamlin has redeemed himself by sjm standards but she then wrote the holiday novel which i have read and detested.

Overall the plot was fine. i guess. it probably looked better when compared to the characters.

Sjm learn to redeem characters outside of “ooh they were abused and have trauma so everything they do is okay” for guys and “she fell in love/had sex with the most PERFECT MALE TO EVER MASCULINE.” its boring and flat. Also i know what happens in Acosf (i will not be reading that ty) so wtf happened to Nesta bro. she got the tamlin treatment. boooo 👎

to end off heres some of my favorite highlights from acowar 50%+ thru the book.

#a court of wings and ruin #anti acowar #anti sjm #sjm critical #anti rhysand #anti feysand #tamlin #pro tamlin #This book was bullshit

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lewsnumerounofan · 1 year

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late last night (lh x reader)

summary: lewis flies you out for a fun weekend, and maybe something more.

notes: nsfw, established hu to smth more?, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), tiny bit of angst. 2k words. did i change tense halfway thru? yeah i did. we dont talk abt it tho. all heavily inspired by @lewisyellowhelmet !!!!

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+ was too lazy to fix formatting issues. oops

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The text came in just after midnight. In typical Lewis fashion it was short, to the point.

Come get away for a few nights. Promise I’ll make it worth your while.

And then a plane ticket, first class.

You tucked your phone into your chest, eyes scanning the street in front of you. He always did this. A late-night text and plane ticket, a promise for a fun weekend. And it was fun -- visiting Lewis’ expensive hotels under a fake name, eating lavish meals in the private rooms of the most esteemed restaurants, touching him quietly, secretly under the table. But Monday always came around and you’d wake up to an empty suite, cold coffee and a note from Lewis thanking you for a good time.

Sighing, you texted back, fingers clumsy with cold.

Cant. Work is busy.

You closed your messages and made to head back inside when your phone lit up again.

A photo this time. It was poorly lit, but you could tell that whatever exotic timezone he was in had him in bed, shirtless, tattooed fingers resting easily over a white sheet. A white sheet that sat dangerously low on his taught hips. Though his face was cut out, the compass stretching over his muscled chest was unmistakable.

Even now, hundreds of miles between you, you felt a slow curl of heat between your legs.

And then: See you tomorrow

Cocky bastard.

It was mid-afternoon by the time your flight touched down, and the heavy race-weekend traffic ensured it was almost sunset before you arrived at the hotel. The man at the desk handed you a key and a knowing smile when you gave him your name.

The lobby was full of people, well-off couples preparing for a night out. You had to look away from a pair giggling together on one of the high-backed love seats, the brush of their lips intimate and familiar.

Lewis answers the door on your first knock. Doesn’t wait to help you drag your suitcase in, only cups your face and let his full lips slant over yours. Everything slips away as he holds you so reverently in his tattooed palms like you were the most precious thing in the whole world.

“Missed you.”

His voice is rough as he speaks, sleepy almost in its comfort. You smile at him, turn to kiss his wrist, bite it quickly.

You hear him groan as you shift back to your suitcase, pulling it inside the high-ceilinged room. You can barely concentrate on the dim candle-lit interior with Lewis’ hot body at your back, but you let your eyes linger on the twinkling sky line for a moment -- the stray lights of other lives, so far away.

And then Lewis, all pressed up behind you. Hands around your waist, pulling you back to him, back on him.

“Lewis...”

“Missed the way you say my name.”

You let him shuffle you to the couch, low set and plush, soft on your cheeks.

His hands on your jeans, eager but not rushed as he pulls them down. You shiver at the cold, at the glaze over Lewis’ eyes as he watches you squirm. A hot, wet kiss to your thigh, quick as he kneels between your legs. Kneels for you. Your lips part as his big hands wrap around the outside of your hips and tug you to the edge of the seat. Eyes on you, he tucks a finger into you, knowing you want more, need more. It’s too much and you look away, afraid he’ll see the vulnerability you’ve been biting back since he first opened the door. But he tuts and forces you back with a hand on your jaw.

“Eyes on me. Want you to watch what I do to you.”

And then he’s tugging your underwear off too, leaning down to replace his fingers with his tongue. You arch into him, trying to get away, trying to get more, but his hands are solid on your hips, keeping them open and splayed out for him.

“Lewis-”

He doesn’t bother responding, too busy fucking his tongue into you and circling your clit with his calloused thumb.

“Lewis, Lewis, Lewis.”

A prayer now, as you tug at his braids. Already your core is clenching, legs twitching on either side of his head. The sinful image of his ringed hand pressing into your stomach to pin you down --

You can’t stop yourself from tipping over the edge when he looks up at you, cheeks rosy, mouth red, tongue still working you.

Hazy as he picks you up and carries you to the bedroom. The hotel now rests in a dark navy. Your breathing is loud in the quiet of the big room. Laying you down, Lewis kisses your forehead once, twice. A firm press of his lips. You feel him shift away and catch his wrist as he goes to stand. He can see the question in our eyes.

“Gonna get you a cloth to clean up,” he says, real soft and low.

You have to swallow before you speak again, quiet like it's a secret.

“You don’t have to. I mean, I want you. If…”

You’re flustered now, heat rising on your cheeks. Lewis’ sharp eyes don’t move from your face. He cuts you off with a kiss, harder this time. I want you too, it says.

“Okay,” he mumbles against your lips.

He’s moving over you now, the strength in his shoulders, his arms, making the predatory advance up your body easy. But he’s gentle as he nudges you back like he too can feel the shift.

The sheets are cool at your back, a stark contrast to the feverish heat from where your bodies are joined. You can feel him heavy and thick at your thigh even with his pants. Fumbling, almost desperate through kisses you unzip him, palming him once over his briefs before slipping your hand under to touch him.

He curses into you, breaking from your lips to rest his forehead on yours, eyes shining as they watch where you grip him. You’re aching to take him into your mouth, to finally taste him like you’ve been dreaming of for weeks, but Lewis has other ideas, instead going to fully remove his shirt and pants.

Seeing him like this always takes your breath away. The steady strength of him, the dark markings of his tattoos, the hard length of him. Looking at you from under a few escaped braids, Lewis looks like a god. A god intent only on worshipping you.

He’s crawling back up to you, groaning into your mouth as you brush together. His tongue claiming you, running along your teeth. He draws back quickly, pulling your thighs apart deftly to spit on your cunt. You throw your head back, gasping -- too tight, too frenzied at the feel of his spit coating you.

And then he’s back over you, crowding you. All Lewis, only Lewis.

“Okay?”

You nod into his shoulder, hands already leaving marks on his muscled back. Tomorrow, in the paddock and in the car, he’d feel them sting and think of you. The idea was enough to have you clenching on air, begging him to let you take it.

He only laughed, a lazy smirk revealing the tooth gap you loved so much.

“So needy for me, huh princess.”

And then he was forcing into you, even the tip a stretch, filling you up and more, more, more. You bit down hard on his shoulder as he sank into you.

“So good. S’always so good.”

His hips finally resting flat against yours, and the pressure of him inside you was more than you could bare. Lewis slipped his hand down -- down to press on the bulge in your stomach where he was now seated, chuckling roughly again when you cried out.

“You take me so well.”

He tongues the words into your mouth, finally moving inside you. A long drag out and then a snap of his hips and you knew you wouldn’t last. Not with him watching your lips with half-lidded eyes, jewellery glinting from the city’s lights, mouth open and red.

“Lewis.”

He shivers mid-thrust, burying his head back into your neck, kissing up your throat.

“Lewis,” you gasp, watching the push and pull of his back as he moved in you, the bunching of his shoulders and quick, timed rhythm of his hips. His hands on your leg, forcing you wider, taking more. Mouth wide as he bites at your neck, forces you back into the pillows. It’s too much, too good -- the clench of you around him, the moans he keeps spilling onto your skin.

“Lewis, I’m gonna-”

A slightly different slant to his pelvis, the hard slide of it over your clit as Lewis bottoms out inside you and you’re cumming, vision white as you gasp into his chest.

“Almost there baby. ‘M so close.”

Everywhere he’s touching you is fire, the overstimulation casting stars across your vision.

“Almost there,” he murmurs again, so low and husky. You can feel the stutter in his thrusts, hear the break in his voice as he pants above you.

“Finish in me.”

It’s a plea more than anything else but you know as soon as you speak the words that there’s nothing you’ve ever needed more.

“Cum in me Lewis, need it.”

His whole body tenses, eyes near savage as they meet yours.

“Yeah?”

You nod once, whimpering as his pupils blow wide, darken. His thrusts pick up again, harder this time. Vaguely you’re aware of the clock being knocked off the nightstand beside you, but you’re too busy watching Lewis to care.

“Gonna fill you up. Gonna make you mine, only mine.”

And then he’s cumming, pulsing in you as his hips weakly stuttered through a last push. Your weave your hands into his hair, place soft kisses over his nose, forehead, cheeks. He’s lazy as he kisses you, his full weight boring you down, keeping your legs open and aching. Only when his heart stops pounding does he pull away, a hoarse groan leaving his parted lips as he slips out of you. Not even self-respect could stop you from reaching for him but he stayed kneeling before you, big ringed hands parting your knees.

“Lewis?”

His hot gaze on your core, he drops two fingers down to push his cum back inside you. Arching against the mattress as he watched, mesmerized, as you fluttered around them, desperate for him again already.

“Need my cum inside you, yeah? Need me marking you.”

God. What was he doing to you? So desperate -- for what? What more could you take? But then he was moving again, tucking his semi-hard cock back inside you, pushing his cum deeper.

“Lewis,” a half sob this time, nearly drooling at the press of him, the sensitivity.

Tears in your eyes as he kissed you.

“S’okay. You can take it.”

The weekend was over before you knew it. Another win for Lewis. You watched from the hotel TV, suddenly feeling so very far away from him. The sticky lingers of champagne you licked off him when he got back.

This time was different somehow. He’d stayed to eat breakfast with you each morning, fingers playing over yours as you cradled your coffee. Or Saturday after a disappointing quali when you’d opened the door and he’d folded himself into you, kissing softly at your neck. You’d fallen asleep to a stupid TV show, room service discarded on the floor, Lewis’ chest rising and falling at your back.

But now it’s Monday. And when you check the clock -- the clock you’d had to get replaced after its untimely demise -- you see it’s late and you know Lewis has already left.

It shouldn’t bother you so much. Shouldn’t make you feel quite so empty. You take your time getting ready, showering but leaving your hair down and wet along your shoulders. It’s only after, when your stomach begins to grumble, that you leave the bedroom and the lingering smell of Lewis.

Except at the kitchen counter, clicking through data sheets and absentmindedly sipping at a steaming mug of tea is Lewis, sweats low at his hips, braids drawn back.

“Lewis?”

You wonder if you've got your days wrong, if you’d somehow dreamt up the glory of yesterday's win.

“Hey sleepy head,” he grins, twisting to watch you. You’re confused. He knows it too, tries not to flush as he clears his throat.

“Uh, I know I promised the weekend only. But my favourite caffe is only open Monday to Friday, so I thought I’d stay another day and we could go together.”

He’s not looking at you, hands twisted quietly in his lap. The seven time world champion sat before you blushing like a school girl. Oh, Lewis.

“We don’t have to though, I know you’re busy so-”

“What about tomorrow?” you ask.

Hi eyes are on yours now, brow furrowed.

“Tomorrow?”

You bite your lip, smile. You can’t help yourself as you move towards him, dragging your palms up his muscled legs.

“Yeah, what're we gonna get up to tomorrow?”

He’s grinning back at you now, all tooth gap and eye-crinkles.

“I’m sure we can come up with something. Okay?”

You're leaning into him, pushing up onto your tippy toes to kiss him, to fold the word into his mouth:

“Okay.”

#bigkeepup #lewis Hamilton smut #lewis hamilton x you

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corpsebasil · 11 months

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I am BEGGING for a part two of Spidey!Ethan!!!

If you ask you shall receive

Spidey -> Ethan Landry Part Two

It’d been a day since Spider-Man had kissed you, and he was all you could think about. The feel of his mouth, regardless of the latex, had made you crazy. The moment he’d left you’d squealed into your pillow, kicking your feet like a school-girl with a crush.

Now, headed to school, you paused on the way to your car parked at your complex, and stared at the car already parked as close to your entrance as possible. Ethan rolled the window down and stuck his head out, waving at you.

“Need a ride?” He asked, and you rolled your eyes.

“No thanks.”

“Y/N.” You heard his car door open and slam shut as he moved towards you, even as you made a valiant effort to ignore him. “Y/N come on, I’m sorry for leaving. I had a thing and—”

“What thing?” You asked, whirling to face him. “Explain yourself, nerd. I don’t like to try and kiss people and then be bolted on. It’s embarrassing.”

“I—” His face flushed and he looked at his shoes, kicking at the gravel. “I’m sorry. Quinn was having an issue. I had to help her out, okay?” He promised, moving closer to you. He touched your crossed arms and jostled them lightly, watching as you fought your hardest against a reluctant smile. “Please forgive me? I’ll beg if you want.”

“No begging.”

“I will.”

“No—” You let out a surprised laugh when he moved to kneel and you grabbed his shoulders, tugging him back up. “Stop it, my god.”

“Am I forgiven?” He asked, giving you that boyish grin of his, and you sighed. “Fine. Fine. But I’m hungry, so—”

“Watch this, wait.” He urged, rushing back to his car to yank open the passenger side. He waved a paper bag from Starbucks at you, wiggling his eyebrows. “Egg bites? The ones you like?”

You gave him a mock frown.

“Are they the whites or the regular?”

“See for yourself.”

You snatched the bag away before peering inside, then slowly looked back at him, a coy smile on your face. He raised a brow, smiling proudly, and you sighed.

“Okay. Fine. You’re forgiven, E.”

“Thank you!” He said, moving forward for a hug, before he stopped. “I mean, yeah. Thanks.”

You rolled your eyes again and moved forward, planting a kiss on his cheek.

“You’re sweet. Now drive us to school.” You told him, slipping past him into the passenger seat. Then you gasped, lifting up the second iced coffee in his cup holder, his usual sugary order of a brown sugar latte in the first hole. “You got me an Americano!”

“Told you I liked you.” He said, shutting the driver’s side door behind him, and if it wasn’t for your crush on Spider-Man, you swore you would’ve kissed him.

In your apartment that night, you heard the familiar knock on your window and practically flew out of bed, already in your cutest pjs. You had a bright smile on your face as you opened up, scanning his masked face as he crouched on the fire-escape, propping his arms on the window-sill.

“Y/N.”

“Spidey.” You looked him over quickly, then raised a brow. “Got any more paper cuts?”

“No.” He admitted, tilting his head, and you bit your lip. “Just wanted to see you.”

“Mhmm.”

“I brought you something.” He said, and picked up something next to him. When he lifted the bouquet of flowers you laughed, reaching out to take them.

“How’d you know I liked tulips?”

“Lucky guess.”

You smiled and clutched them to you, heart filling with warmth. Then you paused.

“Aren’t you coming in?”

He shook his head regretfully but reached out, taking your hand in his. He ran a thumb over your knuckles and, through the whites of his mask, you weren’t sure if he was looking at your hand or you.

“Cant. Got work to do. But I just—wanted to see you first.”

You blushed, squeezing his fingers with your own, and ducked your head.

“I’ve been thinking about you, you know.” You told him, raising a brow. “But you’ll be happy to know I made up with my friend. He got me Starbucks.”

“Should I be jealous?”

“Are you jealous?” You asked, and he tilted his head again.

“Any guy that gets to spend time with you, yeah. I’m jealous of.”

You stared at him for a moment, then sighed, setting the tulips carefully on the carpet beside you. You leaned forward a bit, tracing his face with your fingers.

“I like you.” He said. “A lot.”

“Were you charmed by my medical skills?”

“Yes. That and your ability to make amazing salads.”

You rolled your eyes but he reached out, distracting you, and ran his fingers over your lips. You swallowed, heart racing at the touch. Then he sighed, sounding a bit exhausted, and gripped your hand tighter.

“Would it be—too sudden..if I said I really wanted to kiss you?” He asked, and you immediately leaned forward, but he pulled back. “No. I meant—” he seemed to struggle for words for a brief moment. “without the mask. I’ll—I can pull it up over my mouth or something.”

“But you said you—”

“I know what I said.” He interrupted. “But I changed my mind.”

You swallowed again, nervous, and reached for the mask.

“Wait wait—sorry. Can you…turn the lights off?”

You grinned, standing up and cutting off your bedroom light before you moved back to him, sitting on your knees in front of him. He sat up as well, leaning farther into the window, and you watched in the dim light as he pulled his mask up over his mouth.

You reached out, touching his lips as he did to yours, and marveled at the warmth and softness of them. You felt breathless as he touched your face and pulled you into him, connecting your mouth to his. The sigh that left you was involuntary as you pressed harder against him, gripping his neck as you moved you lips against his in a kiss that was long overdue.

Before you managed to do more than run your tongue over his bottom lip he pulled away, your eyes still closed.

“I—” he whispered, and there was a familiar quality about his unmasked voice that caught you off guard. Your eyes flew open, straining to see the full outline of his mouth and chin, before he tugged his mask back down. “I’ll see you. Tomorrow.”

“Okay.” You mumbled, eyebrows knit as you watched him go, swinging off into the night.

Something was scratching at your brain, something odd, but you couldn’t put your finger on it.

The game was over quickly and all of the cheer squad had lost the required weight. You were fucking starving, though, after the strenuous event, and you and Tara were both bitching about how bad you wanted a burger when Chad burst out of the boy’s locker-room, jogging to catch up.

“My favorite girls.” He said, wrapping a sweaty arm around Tara and planting a kiss on her brow. “What’s the plan for tonight? You guys going to the after-party?”

“Cant.” You said, sighing. “Tara and I need to study.”

“Where’s Ethan when you need him?” Chad teased, groaning playfully. “Tareeee—”

“I think he’s sick.” Tara said, frowning as she ignored her boyfriend. “He hasn’t been answering his phone since before the game. He’s completely MIA.”

“He didn’t go?” You asked, a bit disappointed. Ethan always went to your games, without fail. “Has anyone called him?”

“Yeah, but he didn’t pick up.”

“I can call him.” You said, following the couple into the parking lot. “Tara, you drive.”

“Okay. EW!” She swatted Chad away when he planted a fat kiss on her cheek. “Go shower!”

“I only use baby wipes! Preserves my man-smell!” He yelled, running towards his friend’s truck.

“You’re nasty!” She yelled back, but she was smiling. “Did he answer?” She asked glancing at you as you tapped at your phone, but you shook your head.

You were on your way home when you saw him. You’d been carrying groceries, headed to your apartment after studying with Tara, when you heard your name called. You turned, stunned, then screamed when your eyes took in the boy sitting against the alley wall next to your complex, blood soaking the ground around him.

“Spidey?” You demanded, dropping your bag on the ground in shock and bolting over to him. Then you froze, your entire body running cold when you realized the full extent of what you were seeing. Ethan.

“What the fuck?” You demanded, stepping closer to examine the split lip and the bloodied cut on his temple, his dark hair matted with blood and sweat.

“Y/N.” He groaned, tear-filled brown eyes meeting yours as you crouched, your eyes darting down to the mask he clenched between trembling fingers. “I’m sorry, I—”

“Just. Just shut up.” You snapped, looping his arm over your shoulder as you hauled him up, grabbing your groceries as you passed them. His loud sob of pain was cut off between clenched teeth and you felt a pang in your chest, your mind focused on getting him into the apartment.

He had trouble with the stairs, panting the entire time through his nose, but by the time he got inside your home he collapsed onto the couch. You watched as he smacked feebly at his chest, releasing a button on his suit that had it going slack. Ignoring the wet sound of him peeling the suit off, along with his muffled cries of pain, you sprinted to your room, gathering up medical supplies as well as a bucket of water and a cloth.

When you made it back you halted, trying to ignore the sight of his toned body in only boxers, and focused instead on the long gash running from his chest to his abdomen. Along with that, his tan skin was muddled with pale scars and bruises, some dark and bluish purple, some greenish yellow with age.

“Fucking hell, Ethan.” You mumbled, moving to crouch in between his legs to get a better look. You swallowed the lump in your throat and began to clean around the wound, ignoring his hissed noises of pain. “It’s fine. It’s fine, okay?”

You trembled as you soaked a pad in alcohol, eager to disinfect his wound as fast as possible. He was already sweating profusely, signs of an incoming infection, when you looked up. His eyes were closed, expression pinched. Your eyes darted to his mouth, then back to your work. You had kissed Ethan. More than once.

Shit.

“How did this happen?” You asked, trying to distract him from the pain as you cleaned the more shallow cuts on his skin, ignoring the gash for now.

“Some robber with a knife.” He said, voice strained with effort. “You should see the other guy.”

“You stab him or something?”

He snorted.

“Not my style. I webbed him to a wall—fuck.” He yelped, letting out a barely suppressed cry as his hand flew to your shoulder, squeezing as you applied alcohol to the gash. Your skin warmed at the contact and you swallowed.

“Sorry.”

“It’s fine it’s—” but his chest was rising rapidly, his head lolling forward with effort to look down at you between his legs. You glanced up, then flushed at the eye-contact. “I can explain everything, okay?”

“You’d better.” You mumbled, feeling his hand relax as you finished cleaning up; the bleeding had slowed for now, but he desperately need stitches. He watched, tensing, as you threaded a needle and swallowed, your well-trained hands stilling completely as you calmed your mind. “This is going to suck, okay? But I’m here.”

“I know.” He said, voice shaking, his hand tightening on your shoulder again.

Then his head fell back once more as he yanked a throw pillow up and screamed into it, the sound muffled by the fabric when you completed the first stitch. His thighs tightened around you, holding your body in place as his hand shook against your skin.

The entire process was slow and meticulous, though you wished it wasn’t. You had steady hands and it was great stitching, but he had cried out into the pillow the entire time, and his fingers were sure to leave bruises on your shoulder. As soon as you were finished he slumped lower, letting out a muffled sob as his grip eased.

“Worst parts over.” You told him, your voice shaking with effort to stay calm and collected as you picked up gauze. “I need you to sit up a bit, E.” He dropped the pillow, his red eyes meeting yours as he swallowed, biting his already split lip raw as he tried pushing himself up a bit. “Use my shoulders.”

He did, propping his weight up on you as lightly as he could to move his back off the couch. He was trembling again, his jaw clenched so tight a muscle ticked, his brown eyes slipping shut. When you moved his hands to your hips and stood, his head sank to rest on the front of your uniform top, smearing it with blood.

You didn’t care.

You wrapped gauze around his torso as tight as you dared, tying it off and pausing, your hands moving to linger on his hunched shoulders. You sighed and placed a hand on the back of his neck, running your fingers through the soft curls there.

“What the hell have you gotten yourself into, Ethan?” You breathed, lifting his chin to look up at you. His face was wet with both tears and sweat as you stared down at him, and he swallowed. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You liked him.” He mumbled, voice slightly slurred. “I thought maybe if I could’nt have you as me, then—”

“Do you not remember the entire conversation we had about me liking you? What about when I tried kissing you and you bolted?” Your brows furrowed in frustration. “You kissed me.” You whispered, staring as a blush rose to his face and he tried to escape your grip.

“Of course I kissed you. You always save me.” He said, brown eyes wet with tears of both pain and sorrow. “I cant help but have feelings for you. I told you that.”

“Then get that I like you for you.” You said, pushing him back slowly to rest against the couch again. “I would’ve loved you whether you were Spider-Man or weren’t. You should’ve stayed that night. As you. You should’ve stayed and I would’ve been yours.”

He swallowed, and you watched another tear run through the blood on his face as he nodded, his eyebrow furrowed. You moved forward again, leaning to grab the cloth and clean up the blood from his head and mouth.

“I’ll need to clean your hair..” you mused, ignoring your racing heart as his doe eyes watched you, his face cleared of blood.

You smeared Aquaphor on his bottom lip and looked at him, your thumb lingering. His hand rose up to grab your wrist gently. He kissed the tip of your thumb, eyes watery as he gazed up at you.

“Y/N..” he murmured, his breath warm against your hand.

“You need to stop getting hurt.” You told him, swallowing the tightness in your throat. “You’re going to start having to pay me for all my services. You leech.” He chuckled and you forced a smile.

“Did you mean it?” Ethan asked, pressing your palm to his cheek. “You..love me?”

You blinked, barely aware that it had even slipped out of your mouth. But it had.

“Yes.” You said, and you pulled away, clearing your throat as you collected your supplies and dumped the bloody rag into the dirty clothes. “I can wash your suit. Is it hand wash or—”

“Y/N.”

“—does it need to be air dried? I don’t have a dryer so I use a rack, but—”

“Y/N.” He urged, wincing as he scooting towards the edge of the couch. You turned your head. “I’ve loved you since…since you—”

“Pretty confessions can happen later.” You told him, fighting the war of emotions bubbling inside you. “Please. I need you to just let me be your doctor right now, okay? I need you to..” Let me take control. I need control. You almost said. “I need you to just—just hold on.”

He was silent as you put your stuff up and grabbed him your strongest pain killer, one that was definitely not over-the-counter, and some water. You approached and offered it to him, watching until he’d taken both pills and swallowed them. Then you took his hands, guiding him towards the bathroom.

“Can you sit on the floor?” You asked, and he nodded, gritting his teeth as you lowered him to the tile. You ran warm water, tilting his head back over the edge of the tub. “Do you mind?”

“No.” He said instantly and you smiled a bit at his quick reaction.

He stayed quiet as you began to slowly wash his hair, a slow hum of pleasure leaving his parted lips as your fingers massaged his scalp. You opened up your shampoo—strawberry scented—and began to scrub, your nails scratching lightly against his scalp. His chest rose and fell a bit faster at the contact, his long-lashed eyes closed. You glanced at his face, slack with relief, and felt a pang of affection run through you.

This boy—Ethan—was Spider-Man. The two boys you’d been falling for were the same. It made sense, somehow. The way he’d kissed you, the shyness, the playfulness, the familiar cadence of his voice—it was all him.

As you rinsed his hair, then toweled his head off, he opened his eyes and looked up at you softly. You were kneeling beside him, his tall frame so close to you that you could smell the strawberry scent on his now-washed hair; could see the slightly golden flecks in his eyes. You ran your fingers across his cheek, then your knuckles, watching his lips part further as his eyes softened.

“I do love you.” He told you quietly, reaching up to run a hand through your ponytail. Then he glanced at your uniform. “I got blood on you. Sorry.”

“It’s—” you both looked down when your stomach growled, loudly, and Ethan let out a startled laugh. “Okay, look. All I’ve had today is a protein shake and a granola bar.”

“Baby.” He sighed, rolling his eyes. “I’m going to web your coach five feet off the ground and let her dangle.” You giggled and he smiled. “But seriously. Please eat.”

“Only if you eat.”

He raised a brow.

“Have you seen me? All I do is eat.”

You smiled and flicked his nose, but he caught your wrist, pulling you down to him. When he captured your mouth with his own your stomach dropped straight into your ass, your eyes sliding closed at the warmth. You pulled back an inch.

“Am I hurting your lip?”

“I wouldn’t care if you were.” He murmured against your mouth, kissing you again, his head chasing yours. His lips were as soft as they were when he’d first kissed you, his hand cupping your neck, pulling you closer. When he finally pulled away, resting your forehead against his, he was panting slightly, his brow knit. “You’re so gorgeous. I don’t tell you enough.” He said, looking up. “And you’re smart. So fucking smart.” You frowned and he continued, running his thumb down your cheek. “I’d be dead without you. Multiple times over.”

“Multiple people would be dead without you.”

“Semantics.”

You both chuckled as you ran your fingers through his wet hair, a soft smile on his face.

“Come to bed, okay?” You urged. “I’ll make us both soup. We can cuddle or something. You need to rest.”

“Doctor’s orders.” He tried standing and flinched, his face paling. So you helped him up, moving slowly, and he pressed a kiss to your neck as you walked. “What would I do without you?” He teased, and you turned to place a kiss to his mouth.

“You’d be one medic down in your arsenal.” You grinned. “And you wouldn’t have a hot cheerleader girlfriend.”

He laughed and you smiled, and you knew this was only the beginning of you both.

WELLLLL

#spiderman #spiderman x reader #peter parker #ethan landry oneshot #ethan landry x y/n #Ethan landry

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unhappycylinder · 8 months

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Gonna Be Trouble (Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x fem!Reader) Part 7

wc: 1.5k

warnings: arguing, angry Jake, relationship issues, deployment

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“Jake are you serious right now?” Gabby yelled at the top of her lungs

“Yeah I am,” Jake matched her tone

“We’ve worked so hard for this! All of us! The amount of texts I get from her…the amount of texts Bradley gets from you! Jake everyone’s rooting for you, everyone can see how much you need each other, how much you want this relationship to work out!”

“Gabby I want this too, but its not gonna work, it just cant! I’m leaving next week and she’s going back to school, there’s just no way…”

“You’ve made it work before pendejo! And she wants it to work too!”

“I’m afraid, Gabby! Okay? I’m afraid of losing her or leaving her, I can’t have both her and my career…”

“Ay cabrón, you’re afraid? I’ll make you afraid!” Gabby yells, threatening to remove a sandal

“Woah there,” Jake puts his hands out, trying to calm her down

“Jake I will personally kill you if you don’t talk about your shit with her. I’ve dealt with her heartbreak over you one too many times,” she threatened, sandal almost in hand

“Gabby I can’t,” he hung his head in remorse

“You can’t what? You can’t what Jake?” She approached him, “you cant for once tell the truth?”

Jake sighed as Gabby got closer.

“You know what I see why they call you Hangman,” she said softly, “you always leave people hanging…even the ones you love”

Tears threatening to escape his eyes, Hangman placed his hands on his hips, his head tilting back towards the ceiling of Gabby’s house. Gabby walked away, head hung, phone in hand threatening to call her best friend and spill the news of Jake’s deployment before he had the chance to hurt her.

Hearing whispers around the corner, Jake lowered his head and turned around to find Rooster entering the room.

“Sorry about her man,” Rooster began

“No, no, she’s right,” Jake responded

“She always is.”

Jake sighed again, putting his hands over his face, “man I don’t know what to do!”

“I mean you could just…tell her?”

“How’s she gonna react to that? She’s in college man. I just don’t see how its fair to make her sit there in another state while you and I roam around the Pacific for god knows how long,” Jake’s head remained in his hands.

“It’s shit man, but thats what Gabby does, that’s what she did when she was in college. And you know what? It was worth it. Because every time I landed, or every time I walked off that aircraft carrier, she was there with open arms waiting for me to come home.”

Jake shook his head, his eyes grazing up the form of his best friend who was standing next to him, arm extending to meet his shoulder with a comforting touch.

“If you believe a relationship will fail,” Rooster began, “it will. But if you know in your heart that she wants you not just to come home, but to come home to her, then that’s all it takes. Military relationships aren’t normal, Jake, but they’re so goddamn rewarding when you put your all into it.”

Jake nodded his head, “you think Gabby’s talked to her yet?”

“I know my woman, and as much as she hates men, especially you, she wouldn’t get in between you and her no matter what,” Rooster smiled at him, relief filling his body knowing that his best friend had resolved to stay with the only woman who had ever made him this happy.

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“Hey baby,” you said softly over the phone, your calm voice the closest thing to a caress you could give to Jake right now.

“Hi sweetheart, how was your day?” Jake’s voice wavered slightly, but he hoped you wouldn’t notice.

“It was good, class was interesting for once, and I did a little study group in the library with some friends,” you smiled, your eyes scanning Jake’s face over facetime, you could tell something was up.

“No boys in your study group I hope,” he said shakily

“No dad…” you joked, “no boys in the study group”

“Ew,” Jake laughed, “that was a dumb question, I’m sorry”

“What’s got you on edge honey?” You simply couldn’t stand to watch him squirm any longer.

“Um,” Jake sighed, “I’m being deployed,” he said sternly, his eyes darkening.

“Oh.” You knew this would happen eventually, but the reality of it was something you’d never experienced before. “When do you leave? How are you feeling about it?”

“Not great, obviously,” he snapped.

“Jeez Jake I-”

“I leave on Monday.”

“That’s four days from now, how long have you known?” The confusion coursing through your veins as to why you were just hearing about this was almost enough to drown out the pain from Jake being so short with you.

“A week or so,” he said matter of factly, as if he was talking to one of his peers.

“A week? Jake.” You were disappointed, and your tone reflected it, “how could you not have told me?”

“I don’t know, I couldn’t figure out if I wanted to or not,” he shrugged.

“Jake.” You said softly, realizing getting upset with him was not an option right now due to the limited time you had, your soft voice drawing tears to his eyes. “Hey, my sweet Jake, its okay. Thank you for telling me, I know its hard, and I know we haven’t gone through this yet together, but we’re gonna be okay.”

“What if we’re not,” his Texan drawl cracked as he looked up to keep his tears from falling.

“We will be, we always will be,” you reassured him, anxiety growing at his lack of confidence.

“It’s not fair to you”

“What’s not fair?”

“To just disappear for months and leave you here,” Jake’s eyes never met the screen, “its not fair”

“Jake, I knew this would happen, I knew what I was getting into,” your voice shook, “you’re not leaving me, its just a part of your job”

“Oh you knew what you were getting into huh?” He snapped again, “you knew just how much this would fucking hurt me? How much I hate how far away you are? How much it hurts to see all my coworkers go home to their wives and families and I come home to an empty house…and I get to call you for an hour every day and that’s it. You’re barely there.”

As much as his words stung, you couldn’t give in, you knew his rage was brought about by stress and confusion. It was easier for him to hurt you so you’d push him away than for him to watch you slip away. He was Hangman after all, combat and leaving people out to dry were his specialties, but you never thought you’d be at the receiving end of that.

“Jake…I’m in school. I graduate in the spring but until then there’s nothing I can do about that. You know you’re my priority, you know I love you, and you know I’m more than willing to wait for you while you’re deployed…I’m sorry its been tough, but I am here, I’m always here”

“Exactly,” he wasn’t snapping out of this anytime soon, “you’re always there. Not here. There. Fucking two thousand miles away or something”

“Nine hundred and seventy seven,” you muttered

“What?”

“Nine hundred and seventy seven miles, that’s how far I am from you,” you said sheepishly

“Of course you know that, what don’t you know?”

“I want to know everything about you, Jake,” his eyes flickered to yours, softening once he met your gaze, but then quickly darting away again

“I’m sure you do. But you can’t…because you’re not here. And you’re not gonna be there when I get home, and you’re not gonna be there when I go away. It’s just not gonna work.”

“What are you saying,” your voice finally cracked, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“I can’t be with you.” Jake said sternly, his eyes meeting yours through the screen with the hardened look you had only heard of from his fellow pilots.

“Why-” you began to question, “you know what…okay”

“Okay?” Jake whined, shocked by your acceptance.

“I don’t want to be treated like this. If that’s what you want, I can’t stop you.” You sniffled up your tears, Jake just looked at you, baffled”

“Fine.” He said shortly, “Bye I guess,” he barked out and before you could even respond, he had hung up.

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#jake 'hangman' seresin x reader #jake seresin #jake seresin x reader #top gun fic #top gun hangman #top gun #top gun maverick #hangman x reader

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chiquititaosita · 9 months

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hange y novia de mexicana

synopsis: Hange and a mexicana novia headcanons part 2

Osita note: hange is given gender neutral pronouns, mentions of erueri (idk how to say it lmao), Mexican culture, Mexican slang, also some baddie shit lol A LITTLE BIT OF NSFW(car sex, food play), generational trauma. Tias being exposed.

It’s their funeral again, but anyways here’s my lovely moots tag list @emomanswhore @roronoaswifey @roronoacherries @sanjis-all-blue @sanjisblackasswife @euphofic @noawithlove @luffyinlove @hqkalon @yourrfavzxri @abbyslev @hangespublicist @hangeslovers-world @azelmawrites @jujuyii @honeybleed @backwzzds @neptunes1nterweb @theemrsjaeger @chrollohearttags @cottonconnielvr @ginger4sugar @mommypieck @usopps-devotee @punktastics @kazushawty @etherealxmaya @forever-rogue @prncssmimi

- y/n is majorly a chismosa and so is hange

- they’re gonna fuck you the minute y’all leave from having dinner with your family in their damn car. “Does that feel good??” They’re gonna whisper in your ear as they’re in the drivers seat rubbing your clit as you nod whimpering yes.

- always touching your thighs!! NO REASON

- loves your kisses, and they love your physical touch. Always craving to touch you and to be close to you.

-they buy you pan dulce every time you come over. Because they know how much you crave for it.

- “hey!! I have this for you!!” They give you a bag of flaming hot cheetos with lime, slices in a bag. When you’re on your period. you just fry and hug them!!

- “hey do you wanna come over??”

- “I cant.”

-“why??”

-“my mom said I went out already three times today.” Which is translating that you need to come over this time. And they do.

-hange would be sooo confused the first time their gf says that but they get the hang of stuff quickly fs 😭

- when you do your thing and holding Hanges hand it’s adorable like yes. “Idc if we’re going out we’re holding hands the whole. damn. Time.”

-“that’s fine by me!-“ Hange is literally such a happy partner fr. They just love to be around you.

-Hange learns to keep extra grocery bags, when you notice this you’re like.. 😀😀

-“where did my partner go!?” You’re shook and pretty sure hallucinating.

-the minute at a carne asada when a new baby is born EVERYONES taking the baby. Even HANGE

-“mija when are you and Hange getting married?” hange tried to answer as they get cut off by y/ns tias.

-“CALLATE PUTAAAA!!” A drunk hange would say, when you’re out of the carne asada!! Walking into the car.

-“y/n don’t worry it’s okay.” Hange doesnt need you to stand up for themselves, but because it’s your family, if they misgendered hange on purpose you’re going a-wall on them

-“ no!! I am not letting you get disrespected! I have had enough of their bullshit and listened to them for TEN YEARS” You’d be pissed and established a fucking boundary between a group of your tias about hange and yourself as a couple, in general because those tias criticize every fucking thing.the minute they try to pick you up to calm down.

-you told and gave them that Latina stare. “Sit down.” They sat down instantly with your dad as they both cracked open a beer.

-“That’s why you can’t keep a man!! Because you got La pescado panocha!! You’re an alcoholic who has severe daddy issues, And you!! YOU DONT EVEN HAVE YOUR FUCKING PAPERS!! YOU FUCKING BORDER HOPPER HOMIE HOPPING ASS COCHINA!!”. They left within five minutes.

-“AND COME BACK WHEN YOU CAN HAVE PROPER ENGLISH!!” Hange just sits there and actually felt thankful that you didn’t have to do that but they are thankful. You’re a short chihuahua with a 6’5 Great Dane mindset.

- they obviously eat the FUCK OUT OF POZOLE!!

- and they love your cooking. “Oh mah god..” they’ll cover their mouth when they taste nopales for the very first time and they’re in love.

-even eating ramen noodles the Mexican way with tapatío or Valentina, lime juice and chilé powder. Mhm yummyyy!!

-now if you and Hange are in the car. You’re screaming in the car. They’re screaming bad bunny with you. Because yes!

-now when y’all live together. You’re the clingiest mf out there.

-“it’s bc of that chorizo!!!” Hange didn’t even know what that meant until they asked Connie, which instantly clicked into Hanges mind being the strap on!! ding ding ding!!’

-always satisfies your period cravings fr.

-“y/n HOW ARE YOU NOT BALD!?!?” This is Hange saying this as they get out of the shower using the drainage hair catcher and yes HISPANICS SHED A LOT OF FUCKING HAIR.

-“I don’t know genetics I guess.”

- sucks the chamoy and tajin off your Chi Chis

-when you told hange you eat pomegranates with tajin and chamoy They’re in shock. They’re gonna get you pregnant for sure!

-parent hange with mexicana mommy reader coming soon??!!?

- cooking with hange is intimate as well, because they’re always hugging you from behind leaving small kisses and love bites all over to label you as theirs.

- even hange drinking an agua fresca,their favorite would be mango for sure.

-even the grapefruit soda squirt they’re gonna buy so many cans of it.

- hange gets the hang of it, when going to a carne asada that Mexicans open their beers or soda bottles with just about ANYTHING AND EVERHTHING! from a kids toy to someone’s ass, or even a chair. It’s very rare to use a bottle opener. That’s what Hange brings a knife and a bottle opener.

-they love your Spanglish or. “AHH SANNAOFABISSHH!”

-they eat the chicken and cheese quesadillas you make in the fridge as a late night snack by reheating them in the microwave.

-one day you were sick and you wanted caldo de res . This mf called your abuela and ASKED THEM HOW TO MAKE IT EXACTLY AS IF ABUELA WAS THERE.

-“You made it for mee???” You’re tearing up with the rice and corn inside of the soup bowl along with the chicken. As you were on your period crying

-Now Hanges spice tolerance is manageable. But when you make them have anything they’ll slowly become immune to spicy things and love it. (They’re not spice god on tiktok okay.) but they’re an enthusiast.

-absolutely loves to spend time with you even if you’re always at home. They don’t care they’ll bring the fun to you!

-that’s why when y’all build blanket forts sometimes it heals both of your inner child together

-this also includes going to the grocery store at 3 o’clock in the morning to try some Mexican tiktok snacks or to have a day and y’all treat y’all’s selves on date night.

-and they kiss your lonjas (tummy rolls, this includes stretch marks and lunares)

-“dame un beso.” You’ll tell them and they’ll do it as you lean in. “Did you say give me a kiss?”

#.⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 ♡ aot #. ⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 ♡ ositas aot master list #⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 ♡ hange zoe #aot fanfiction #aot fluff #hange zoe x latina! reader #hanji zoe x latina! reader #aot x poc!reader #aot #snk fluff #snk x reader

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the-s1lly-corner · 7 months

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hiii could i get J, P, Q an U for Slender? thanks! and i hope your day is going really well >_<

More Fluff Alphabet /w Slenderman but these letters!

my days been pretty okay! slow, but not terrible :O gonna be slow from tomorrow until next saturday so i might promote requests being open ponders not proof read!! though to be fair i dont. think i proof read any of my stuff

J (JEALOUSY)-

he can get rather possessive in general when it comes to you or his proxies so uh

don't like, try to make him jealous on purpose, it doesn't end well for anyone involved. actually don't try to tick off forest demons in general

i know i keep saying stuff like "oh god forbid someone make you uncomfortable" in these but like. slenderman is still this huge powerful creature, i know my interpretation on him is a bit silly n different but he still has roots in the 2010s fandom interpretation, you know?

there will be... a mess... is what im saying

in the case that someone is being weird with you, he's less jealous and more angry, though, of course not angry at you

though there will be hard boundaries set in place if you try to rile him up on purpose, he doesnt want to waste his time on someone whos going to toy with him like that. both in a "hey thats not really cool or healthy of you to do to me or our relationship" and also "im fucking slenderman im a old ass powerful demon, who do you think you are?"

P (PETNAMES)-

he calls you; love, darling, my dear

he likes being called; really anything under the sun, because as long as its something coming from your mouth hes pleased, because it ultimately means hes yours and youre his

q (QUESTION)-

for more context see this post! dives into lore stuff for my au/hcs but it'll help add context to this segment!:

here!

hope the link copied well enough </3 if not you can find it on my blog, titled "all entwined in one web" or something along those lines

anyways

some variant of "why do you stay"

you could have decided to be with literally anyone else, but you chose a solitary self loathing demon who eats people in order to survive, created for the sole purpose to cause issues and harm to humanity

on one hand he wants you to stick around and keep him company; but on the other hand he wants you as far away from him as possible so you can go out and live your own life without being in danger or having to put up with his whole deal

please give him lots of reassurance, its going to take a lot for him to stop asking those kinds of questions; assuming he stops asking at all

U (UPSET)-

i feel like him being upset is similar to the jealousy part of this post, but just more. broad. like hes not going to take shit if youre going to try to upset him on purpose

hes more patient if its accidental, though. diving into a previous fluff alphabet, if its an accident and something that can be helped in terms of future instances hes likely to work through it with you. he knows his time with you is short, if his partner is a mortal, and he doesnt want to waste that time

soft slenderman my beloved, let this man have complex emotions and desires and whatnot

kinda just. vanishes when he gets real upset, though, since he cant control his anger that well and generally just doesnt want you to see him like that- best way to help him like that is to just give him time

if youre the one upset hes going to listen to you, if you need someone to talk to. man of few words, advice can go fifty fifty

either gives good advice or not good advice; and thats on him being around for a long time but not really spending a lot of that time you know... interacting with others in a meaningful way

bonus if you still live at your place he's going to do a bunch of your chores for you. in. varying degrees of success, similar reasoning as above since he doesnt really have a home of his own to do like. dishes or laundry at. still bouncing between if im going to have the mansion be a part of this au of mine or not, and if so, how its going to tie in to everything

shrugs

#creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta imagines #slenderman x reader #slenderman headcanons #slenderman imagine #slenderman x you

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cambrinkisbae · 19 days

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*•♡never be like you ♡¸.•*'

sneak peek!

nika Muhl x cheerleader!reader

word count - 811

themes :

-toxic relationship (for this part at least)

warnings :

-arguing

-mentions of abuse

A/N - bad news. I still have to finish that essay so I'll give you this while I work on that.... ENJOYYYY

"can we please not do this ash."

i practically pleaded for my boyfriend to not argue with me before a big performance.

it was the day I had been waiting for since I was ever even notified that there would be a uconn game against iowa. I couldn't be dealing with relationship issues right before.

"yo are you good?"

i was not. I had tears streaming down my face and I probably looked like I was just thrown in a pit of piranhas, but I cant say that.

"huh?" I turn my head to the side to see a white BMW pulled over. the voice I had heard earlier had a very memorable accent in it. Nika Muhl. 5'10 point guard. pretty hair. pretty eyes. just pretty.

"are you okay?" another voice reached out from the back of the car. Paige Bueckers of course. I finally looked down from my own height and saw a the brunette looking up at me with kinda eyes. her head was slightly tilted to the side while she waited for me to answer her question. "oh. uh." I waited a moment.

"n-no not really." yeah I did that. fuck you ashe

#nika muhl #basketball #lesbian #uconn wbb #uconhuskies #paige bueckers #nika muhl x reader #never be like you

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xplrstrology · 4 months

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Colby Brock | Birth Chart Analysis.

inner planets + midheaven ♡

Sagittarius Venus in the 10th House (20°)

This placement is most likely one of the reasons why people see him as the « most attractive » of the duo since venus rules over beauty and the tenth house rules over public image. I know that he's confirmed that he has commitment issues through twitter and this sign is where they stem from.

He's attracted to people who are honest, open-minded, fun-loving, and exhilarating. He values freedom and will hate being in a stuffy relationship with too many rules and regulations. He's very adventurous in love and wants a relationship with a person who can either teach and show him new things or a person who is light-hearted, fun and keeps him on his toes. Settling down and committing to a relationship can be very hard for him, natives with this placement either never do, or wait until later in life to carry it out. Even if he does devote himself to someone, it has to be a loose and friendly relationship full of vacations and nights out.

The Sagittarius motto in love is "Best friend's for life" rather than "Till death do us part."

He's seen as very professional and respectable. No matter what he actually does behind the scenes there is something about Colby that makes people think highly of him. Usually very well connected. People just cant help but envy him because he seems to have it all, he makes sure to be seen this way too.

He takes his reputation extremely seriously. If someone talks badly about him or makes him look bad infront of others, they'll have to pay. He needs to look good, even if he's just going to his local shop because he wants to always be seen at his best. The annoying part of this placement is that other people are SO invested in his relationships. (My friend has her Venus in the 10th, it's actually ridiculous with how fixated everyone is with her relationship life)

Like I said, he's extremely picky when choosing who to end up with and wants people with a good reputation, just like him, which may lead to just dating someone well known in his community or just someone who's very good looking. Because of this, he attracts a lot of attention.

Relationship drama will have a tendency to become very public. For example: Kanye West and Johnny Depp have this placement and they've dated popular, attractive women but it came with a price.

A downside to this placement is that his life can become too much about reputarion, work and material gain that he could forget to enjoy life. This also happens in relationships, he'll look for a partner that makes him look good, instead of going for someone who makes him feel good whicg he will regret as he gets older. There is also a tendency to think that people are watching every step and therefore he's deathly afraid of humiliating himself.

He'll use his natural charm and appeal to gain success and people love him for it; even the haters. People may be intimidated by his beauty.

This is such a sweet sign in my opinion, I do say that about every placement ahah but I think that he loves to go on adventures with his loved ones (+alone) and can be very committed. He likes to grow through his significant other when in a relationship. He likes to keep things light hearted and happy. He loves to experience things with his partner. He's rather very friendly and loving. He does like his space though, his entire chart screams lone wolf mentality. He just wants someone to share the beauty and pleasure of the world with.

When in a relationship with him, his partner must keep an open mind and listen to his rants and belief systems. He's a philosophical person who enjoys experiencing the wonders of what the universe has to offer. Could also be rather blunt and picky with his love interests about what he wants.

He could meet a partner through his workplace or a professional area. (I'm guessing social media influencer.) Since the tenth house rules over career and profession. She'll likely be career-oriented and professional. This position of Venus will manifest a very professional attitude towards marriage. He will marry to project a certain image to the world.

His Venus is at a Scorpio degree therefore his intensity does shine through this area of his life, he'll show some Scorpio like traits aswell as Sagittarius here.

In his Sidereal Chart, his Venus was pushed back into Scorpio indicating that once he's with a girl he could have the need to be invested in her, like he wants to get inside of her head and learn everything about her. Except it'll be harder for her to learn about him, because of how he keeps his cards so close to his chest in order to protect himself. He may potentially be possessive and easily jealous. but there needs to be a strong emotional or spiritual connection or he'll lose interest.

Physically, people with this placement tend to have gorgeous hair, skin and bone structure. Their bodies are usually blessed by Venus too.

Ps: his Venus and Mars are squaring each other, another reason why I think he's deemed as attractive. Everyone with this aspect is SO fine and for what?

Virgo Mars in the 8th house (29°)

Sensitive to criticism. Sam has the same sign here so I'm applying the part to him aswell. This placement doesn't half piss me off sometimes. It's giving that one "reading hate comments" video on Sam's channel circa 2020 where the two didn't read actual hate comments, it was just mostly people who had bad grammar. Do they have a tendency of spotting mistakes when no one else does? Sure. We respect them for it. But can they be a little kinder when letting people know about them? (These Virgo placements and their fucking thing for correcting people I swear)

Virgo mars also do not know how to rest, they have a very strong need to get things done and complete tasks. A must have for everything to be done right and in a certain way: can get obsessive over the details.

Both Colby and Sam cannot stand slackers. Typical earth mars culture I swear. They like people who work harder, not smarter. Also please rest a little for the love of God. (That part goes for everyone with their Mars in Virgo.)

They both hate being underappreciated too. Which, dare I say, might be why they're much more interested in collaborating with other popular creators who aren't even in the same category for ghost hunting nowadays ? They like to stay relevant.

Back to Colby, despite him being sensitive to criticism, he can be his own biggest enemy because he's so self-critical whether it's shown or not. (Usually not since it's in the 8H) he feels as if he can improve or that he could've done a better job, sometimes he'll feel as if he underestimates himself. Definitely doesn't get angry easily but he absolutely gets annoyed. If someone annoys him, he'll complain or start to nag at them.

Might be prone to panic attacks or anxious outbursts rather than rage.

Also, anger might be processed through his relationship problems.

May be on the shy side or just have a problem when it comes to anything where he has to open up and let go. also someone tell this geezer to learn to let other people fail because it's not his job to save them.

For his s*x life, which will be short because I feel uncomfortable talking about this stuff: staying private, hygenic and meticulous. (Whoever he's had it with has either had the best experience of their entire life or will never want speak to him again - could say this about everyone with their Mars in Virgo lmao)

He's verrryyy careful when it comes to this area of life.

With the 29° being ruled by Leo, he's very strong whether it's physically, mentally or both. Very bold and creative, especially bold in how he pursues his goals and will do whatever he has to so he can make it up to the top. Very passionate about creative things and his career is likely to be pursued in a creative field or at least desire it.

Just like Gemini degrees, he's very passionate about self-expression and likely has atleast one creative hobby in which he does this.

Might be the type of person who loves the gym and working out aswell as pursuing a career in health. — also, might like to work with kids.

Capricorn Mercury in the 11th house (10°)

This is his only planet in retrograde, so he has/had a challenging influence through his communication, thinking processes, decision-making, the way he expresses himself. Although, Capricorn Mercury is actually one of my favourite placements: even if they all dwell on all of their past mistakes and overthink to the core. I do love how logical, responsible and strategic they are. He likely prefers more meaningful conversations rather than just small talk.

He searches for a reasonable solution to problems and a way to apply what he learns into his everyday life. It's important that he only spends his time on learning things he deems as important. He absolutely thinks first before acting or saying things, usually wanting to achieve the best results in any situation. — A very dry and witty sense of humour. (earth sign culture) he could have a very good memory, hates making mistakes and would prefer to get things right the first time. Good at creating order and structure when in chaos. Likes to follow the rules whilst working and doing things the way they should be done.

With this at the 10°, his communication style is strengthened with Capricornian traits since the 10° is ruled by Capricorn.

Libra Moon in the 8th house (18°)

He's a romantic. Without a doubt.

Do you remember when he admitted that he was a flirt in an older video from around maybe 2021? that's the Libra Moon huh? They're very flirtatious, diplomatic and charming. I'll also add in that this also indicates why he's so touchy and flirty when he's intoxicated. – Moon (+Neptune) sign can indicate your drunken state.

His emotions are preferred to be kept very much hidden, and could be very deep. He may have even thought of them as weak at some point in his life.

There's a tendency towards indecisiveness and a fear of confrontation when it comes to dealing with the darker, taboo aspects of his life. He might struggle with expressing his true desires.

A strong desire for fairness and justice when it comes to matters of intimacy, trust, and emotional bonding. — desires a deep emotional connection with his partner and may seek peace and harmony in shared resources and investments.

He feels emotionally secure when he has a balanced and fair partnership, he seeks out relationships that provide a sense of stability and mutual support.

Libra Moon's tend to feel incomplete without a partner. (Hence why he's apart of a duo channel?) they need social stimulation because loneliness is the quickest way to depression for this placement: they hate being or feeling alone. Despite that Libra is the sign of harmony, this placement is quite arguementive when they have to be, they can debate to the point where it feels as if you're on trial.

He needs a certain level of beauty in his life. Although this placement does cause for him to see the beauty in everything, he also sees the flaws and this will bother him until it gets fixed.

He might have been the one to try and please others and their feelings but then forget to count his own feelings.

Also, someone tell me if this man has a Leo Moon friend lingering around him somewhere because it is not uncommon for a Leo Moon to be around a Libra Moon. (Also, for him, a Leo Moon is either a really good friend or an ultimate enemy since his seventh house is ruled by Leo and the seventh house rules partnerships, but also open-enemies.)

Due to his sun squaring his moon, he may deal with tension between his conscious and unconscious self. It can create inner conflict and a constant struggle to integrate his needs, desires, and emotions with his outer expression and goals. It may manifest as difficulty balancing work and home life, or a feeling of being torn between personal needs and responsibilities to others. it can also bring up issues related to sense of identity and emotional security.

Capricorn Sun in the 11th house (12°)

All I have for this placement is strong leadership abilities. Very much seen as the leader or an authority figure in group settings. May play the supportive role in many people's lives.

The Capricorn placements are the key to bringing out his hopeless romantic nature.

Because it's at the 12° which is the pisces degree, he'll have a few pisces traits come through as his ego, how he shines, etc. he'll have a touch of intuition, an imaginative and empathetic approach to the usual capricornian traits.

Scorpio Midheaven (29°)

I know this isn't apart of the main six, but I just HAD to include it lol. Secretive. Colby loves to appear as mysterious on social media. He's afraid that people may say something bad about the way he looks or about what he posts, so he'll delete things excessively often. He'll post very sporadically because he doesn't want to seem annoying but he also doesn't want people to forget about his existence. Definitely has many selfies tucked away in his camera roll that will never see the light. Very selective with his posts, a professional lurker. (Seriously: this man has literally admitted to stalking fan accounts.)

He's probably prepared to deactivate his accounts at any moment because he's always afraid that people are hating or judging him heavily.

His Midheaven is at 29° (a Leo degree) if Leo affects your Midheaven in anyway, usually it is VERY powerful to have. He'll naturally grab everyone's attention or whether it's intentional or unintentional. May be constantly online and making friends: impressing the people he's interested in. Natives with a Leo Midheaven or Degree tend to have huge followings and may even attract many envious people or stalkers.

Aquarius Ascendant. (10°)

This placement feels as if he'll never truly be able to understand the world. The modern ruler of Aquarius is Uranus: he's going to be viewed as unconventional, independent, free-spirited. He stands out from the crowd whether it's his personality, the way he dresses, or even his mannerisms. He wants to help people succeed and will stand up for causes that he believes in. Even though he's sociable, people with this placement can come off as detached: I personally would say it's more logicality. Or atleast maybe more emotionally detached. It's very hard to get a rise out of an Aquarius rising, but they like to get a rise out of others. Very accepting of other people's quirks and individuality but doesn't appreciate when people don't accept his. May have a slight rebellious streak. (Aquarius' traditional ruler is Saturn along with Capricorn. may have a strong sense of discipline, hard work and responsibility.)

One more thing, kind of unassociated, but if I had to pick a Venus Sign + House for Colby to date: I'd choose Capricorn Venus but in a fire house: specifically the 9th house. A Capricorn Venus is pretty ambitious, mature and disciplined, with this placement they'll look for someone who's highly educated, strong beliefs / philosophies and a sense of purpose. The Cap Venus will keep him stable and provide a sense of stability meanwhile Colby will help the Cap Venus to step out of their comfort zone and try new things. The 9H will give the Cap Venus more Sagittarius enhanced traits, also the sun-venus conjunction would be perfect considering Colby admitted to prefer being dominant? And the Sun person walks the Venus person like a dog. Capricorn Venus' natives (especially women) are quite picky with who they choose and usually don't settle down until later in life since Capricorn is ruled by Saturn and Saturn delays (but never denies)

And his chart all together screams to me that he's a mixture of optimistic and realistic. He tries to be optimistic, but that jupiter in the twelfth tells me that it tends to hide from him. Aswell as the Saturn influences.

So, that's all for now. Thank you for reading <3

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