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bakubunny · 4 months

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bunny can i beg for daddy izu crumbs if you have any ? whatever you’re feeling (totally can ignore this <3)

hi starr! no need to beg; i always intend to write some daddy!izu but never get around to it. you’re giving me a valid excuse to indulge that desire and avoid updating my masterlist yet again. gonna go with daddy dom izu & little reader bc that’s where i’m at rn. hope that’s okay. 🖤

here’s a brain dump based loosely off of this drabble. bc i know you’re okay with it: age play themes ahead, mention of caregiver/little (dd/lg), fluff ig?

i hc daddy izu as one that’s pretty soft; like i could definitely see him being as mean as they come, won’t put up with bratting of any kind, etc., but i could also see him being content with being soft and loving almost all of the time.

that doesn’t mean he’s not rough in bed tho; i think with him it’s a 50/50 mix, and he’ll usually adapt to what you need and enjoy it just as much.

he likes to plan his scenes out well ahead of time, but he can also do things on the fly with enough experience under his belt.

daddy izu enjoys orgasm control - delay, denial, overstim, ruined orgasms, the whole bit. he doesn’t do it all the time bc it’s not his top favorite thing to do with you, but he likes the variety it allows. he can be as nice or as mean as he wants at any given point without having to be harsh, and he knows harsh can be very overwhelming when you’re not expecting it. and more importantly, it’s all based around pleasure, which i believe a softer version of izu would be all for.

not much of a sadist outside of spanking and maybe some impact play. he really only does it if he knows you want (or need) it. he’s a fan of maintenance spankings bc they can be used for a variety of purposes - to keep his sweet thing in check, but also give you regular times to enjoy being a bit of a masochist if that’s important to you to name two.

he’s the kind of dom that’s not like… a jack of all trades? but he can adapt to what you want or need pretty easily with a little research, and he doesn’t have a specific area of interest outside of ddlg in this context? if that makes sense? anyway.

daddy izu has always known he likes to take care of people. he’s a hero, after all. it takes him a while to accept how far that actually goes. he struggles with it. it’s only thanks to the internet that he figures himself out while he’s young (early 20s).

by the time you meet him he understands dd/lg dynamics in theory, but he’s never been in one. heck, he’s not even sure if he wants that or can give that to someone with his status as a pro hero.

but that doesn’t stop him from slipping here and there and showing that side of him, especially when he sees how you melt under his care. he’s pretty sure he’s picking up hints that you might indeed be a little, but he’s way too embarrassed to ask.

izuku the kind of person that pulls the little side out of you when you’re too ashamed to show it. he showers you with sweet encouragement and doesn’t mind how needy you get. tells you, “it’s okay, sweetie. i love how much you need me. don’t ever be sorry for it.”

he feels his heart get warm and fluttery the first time he gets a real taste that his inkling might be right. maybe it’s the way you swing your feet so cutely when he “pampers” you by putting on your socks and shoes, or how you sort of melted into him and got shy that one time he carried you from the car to the bed because you were too tired.

or perhaps it was the most obvious moment, when he caught you watching a kids show, coloring on your own to de-stress. izuku had mixed feelings, ones of warm confirmation and others of pain watching you fold into yourself so quickly. he hated the way you immediately turned the tv off, snapped your coloring book shut, and tried to hide it like you had something to be ashamed of.

so izuku did the only thing he could think to do. he sat down next to you, gave you a kiss, and said, “hey, princess. whatcha got there?”

his smile was bright and kind as ever; he was trying to show curiosity rather than overwhelming excitement. but the look on your face told him you were hesitant.

“nothing, i’m just drawing,” you said. “sorry.”

his heart fell as he gave you a curious look. “no need to be sorry. can i see your drawings? i bet they’re very pretty.”

you tucked your head as heat prickled the apples of your cheeks; his tone of voice had shifted, but you couldn’t quite place it. “izuku, it’s dumb, really. don’t worry about it.”

“none of that. show me how well my girl draws, hmm? i want to see what you made,” izuku replied.

you considered it for a moment. then without looking up, you pulled the book of sanrio characters from your chest and opened to the page you had been working on. heat flooded your face. tears pricked the corners of your eyes.

“baby, that’s beautiful! i love it,” he said.

“thanks,” you said softly.

izuku’s enthusiastic response was far from surprising, but what caught you was his tone once again. and it clicked - you’d heard that tone of voice before plenty of times. it was the same one he used when he bent down to talk to small children who ran up to see him. you weren’t sure if you should feel humiliated or if -

“you’re doing such a good job, little one,” he said. “i’m proud of you.”

you froze. you looked to him. though you were on the brink of tears, his smile was still bright, albeit nervous.

“really?” you said.

“yeah! of course i am. do you have another coloring book, sweet pea? i’d love to draw with you.”

you pointed to the black backpack at your feet. izuku pulled out the only hero themed coloring book you had.

“i think this one’s perfect, don’t you?” he asked.

you pulled him in for a tight hug and nodded.

#not sure i like it #but i rly tried #also i will always and forever love the ‘first discovery of something abt your partner’ trope bc it’s soft like me 😤#hope this wasn’t too redundant #bakubunny #midoriya izuku #tw age play #tw daddy kink #💖#🧸

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ridhearts · 1 year

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“Wanna Watch My Favorite Show With Me?” {Heartslabyul - Octavinelle}

Basically: would they watch ghost hunting shows with you?

Ever since I watched my first episode of ghost adventures, I've been an avid fan. I know it's not real but I just have so much fun turning out the lights and watching these ghost hunters roam around and "talk to ghosts." I have such a fun time!!!

Also I know ghosts exist in twst but when they say "it's not real" think of it as them saying that the shows aren't actually talking to ghosts/that's not how ghosts act/etc. Ghosts just being your friends kind of throws off the vibe of ghost shows but i'm just trying to have fun ok

!! information !!

characters: riddle + trey + cater + ace + deuce / leona + ruggie + jack / azul + jade + floyd

reader: gn!

cw: none

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Part Two (Scarabia - Diasomnia)

• • • • • • • Riddle Rosehearts

He's got a lot of work to do, and when he has the chance to relax he doesn't want to waste it on something so obviously fabricated. He'll join you occasionally, but don't expect ghost show nights to be a regular occurrence with him.

When he does join you, he'll do his best not to scoff at the "evidence" the ghost hunters collect. He'll be interested enough in the beginning parts where they explain the history of the location, but the actual ghost hunting part has him rolling his eyes. When it's time to turn out the lights and go to bed, though, don't mention how he keeps looking over his shoulder and sticking close to you. It's just your imagination!

(And especially don't mention how Ramshackle has actual ghosts that are as nice as can be - he's had enough of your ghost nonsense for one night!)

• • • • • • • Trey Clover

He doesn't strike me as the type to be too interested? If you're watching it live, he'll offer to clean up after dinner while you tune in to your favorite show (as the chores are split up pretty evenly anyway.) He'll keep an ear open if he's close to the TV, but he isn't too particularly invested.

If you don't need to have the lights off, he'll do something else in the room while you watch, quietly spending time with you without actually watching. However, if the lights are off, he'll walk behind you silently and blow in your ear or down your neck just to make you shout.

If you insist, he will watch the show without complaint - just know he's intending to hold this little service over your head the next time he needs a favor (or maybe just some affection).

• • • • • • • Cater Diamond

If it's super popular and trending right now, he's all in of course! He'd love to have an excuse to sit with you while he live-posts about the newest episode! Even if it's not popular, he'll watch it if you ask! (And maybe he can get it trending…..two birds one stone, eh?)

He actually likes ghost shows! At least, sometimes he does. He'll be just as invested as you are during the episodes that have tons of "evidence," but he might get a little bored and start fiddling on his phone (or messing with you) during the slower episodes. Cater doesn't believe in anything they're showing, but he doesn't mind a few spooks (or attempts at one).

Probably wants to do a parody version to post online. Come on!!! Ramshackle is a perfect creepy backdrop for a fake ghost show and he's already thought up fake names for everything!

• • • • • • • Ace Trappola

Literally raises an eyebrow at you and asks "You know those shows aren't real, right?" As if you don't know! And if you didn't, way to ruin your fun!

He's the type to act like he's too good for ghost shows, as if he's graduated from cheap thrills and fun. Still, he's surprisingly easy to convince, even if he pouts the whole way through. Maybe you have to buy him a certain pastry, make super buttery popcorn, or help him with his homework first. Either way, he's not too difficult to get to cuddle up and sit for an hour to watch a bunch of ghost hunters run around looking for nothing.

He's definitely going to comment every now and then about how dumb some of the moments are, laughing at the fear on-screen, and he's certainly not above scaring you afterwards. He might even get the real ghosts in on it. If you pout, he'll just ask "What? I thought you knew it wasn't real, what's there to be scared of?"

(He won't mind if you need someone to play hero, of course!)

(( He will absolutely mind if you plot with Grim to scare him in return >:[ ))

• • • • • • • Deuce Spade

Part 2 of raising an eyebrow and asking, "You know those shows aren't real, right?" He actually tries to be a little nicer about it though.

Deuce is more reluctant but requires less bribes to join you, and though he gets nervous, he lets you lean on him the whole time! He's quiet the whole time too, just hanging out and cuddling while you enjoy your show…

…until you look up at him and realize he's as pale as the "ghosts" you're supposedly watching. Even if he doesn't believe in the "evidence" itself, Deuce easily falls prey to the spooky atmosphere the shows create. The green night-vision, the spooky muffled audio, the ambient music….he's clutching onto your hand by the end of the night, too terrified to leave.

• • • • • • • Leona Kingscholar

Leona immediately accepts your invitation to "watch your favorite ghost hunting show with you," but just know that he heard it as an invitation to "cling to you and sleep for 45 minutes to an hour while you are sitting absolutely still and watching your show."

Honestly though it doesn't even matter, because if he was awake to be an active participant he'd be a bit of an ass about it. He'd tease you for being such a naïve little herbivore, make fun of the ghost hunter's reactions, bite playfully at you every now and again just to feel alive…

If he can't sleep or he IS awake by choice, he'll just lie sleepily on your lap or shoulder and watch with bleary eyes. You aren't sure if he's actually watching or just zoning out but it's a nice quiet moment and he thinks you're warm <3

He will lazily swipe his tail across the back of your neck or something to scare you though. Once that gets old he'll think of something else - stealthily appearing behind you, quietly leaving doors open, little things that will drive you crazy. Oh, you're scared? Ohhhh nooooo, guess you gotta stay the night now :/

• • • • • • • Ruggie Bucchi

He's a pretty active guy, you know? He's always bustling to and fro and this is how you wanna spend your time with him?

Ruggie is no stranger to ghost stories and haunted places, but he's also probably been in places that locals called "haunted" but were actually just run down. He's a lot more afraid of the nonchalant systemic terror people are subjected to every day, if you're asking ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

But he also doesn't mind spending a little time with you watching a show he doesn't particularly care about, especially if he's got enough time to spare. (And if there's snacks!) Talk about a cheap and easy way to keep your s/o happy!

I don't think he'd be particularly interested in anything on the show, but he might like listening to the locals tell their stories. He's probably wondering if he could set up a haunted attraction of his own. How much would the producers pay to be able to film on the campus of NRC?

He'll let you have your fun and only try to pop up and scare you with a "Boo!" once. Or twice. And if he's got enough time to spare afterwards, maybe he'll tell you a few of the stories he was told as a kid.

(Don't mention how fond he looks, though, or he'll refuse to tell you the big reveal!)

• • • • • • • Jack Howl

Alright I gotta be honest. Would he be into it? No. Would he ever volunteer this, even if he was trying to bribe you to do something? No. BUT…can he resist when you ask him with a cute face and look up at him with the sweetest eyes you can muster? Also no…even if he pretends he's just settling something he owes you for a favor or something.

Jack doesn't watch a lot of TV, and when he does he's definitely not tuning into ghost shows, but if it makes you happy he'll go for it. He'll question why you watch this even when you can talk to real ghosts, but he also knows how to keep his dissent to himself.

After all, an hour next to you isn't too terrible a way to use his time :)

• • • • • • • Azul Ashengrotto

He's honored! That you want to spend time with him! (That you chose him to potentially protect you, should you get scared? Is he up to the task?) Time spent with you in a dark room all cuddled up is a daunting prospect, but also an opportunity he'd be a fool not to take. He accepts before he can even process your request, and makes sure he has the time to see you!

He knows the hijinks on screen aren't real, and you don't seem to be bothered by them - you're laughing at some of them, even - but something about the situation sets Azul on edge. Maybe he’s genuinely afraid of the ghosts, or at least the stories behind them. Maybe he’s trembling under the pressure he bestowed upon himself to be your guardian of the night. Either way, he’s frozen by the end of the show, and when you look up at him and he realizes you shifted to be leaning on his shoulder/chest and now it’s dark and quiet and just the two of you…

Azul is TERRIFIED by the end of the night. But it’s not the ghosts that did it :(

• • • • • • • Jade Leech

He nods politely. Of course! Anything you’d like to do, he’s happy to indulge at least once. Besides, he’d rather like to see what it is about these shows that you like so much.

Jade is fairly easy to watch shows with. He isn’t disruptive, he sits still, he doesn’t talk much (unless you do, then he’d happily listen to what you have to say), so actually watching the show is a rather uneventful affair.

But then the show is over and Jade is popping up behind you silently, running cold hands over your exposed skin and insisting it wasn’t him, etc…he considers slipping outside and tapping on your windows discreetly to give you a REAL good spook, but stops himself from crossing too many boundaries.

Just be careful. The more you let him get away with without telling him to stop, the more he’ll want to try…

• • • • • • • Floyd Leech

Doesn’t mind unless he knows he hates the show. That solves his problem of wondering what he was doing that night!

He’d probably get bored during the first half where they interview people who work at the location and have “had experiences,” choosing to spend the time talking to you or trying to throw food into each other’s mouths or SOMETHING. If you’re really invested, he’ll try to entertain himself with his phone or something with only minimal complaints. He doesn’t want you to not see your show, especially if it’s only one episode. Shrimpy is such high maintenance…

The second half, with the actual investigation, might be different. If it’s eventful or you’re watching a show with more animated reactions, his attention might be grabbed for a few moments. He likes it better if you’re making fun of the show, watching because you’re a fan but acknowledging how ridiculous it can be. Then he’ll be right with you, making fun of the exaggerated responses and the dumb conclusions they come to trying to make “evidence”.

He likes it even better to mess with you after the show is over. It starts with cheesy attempts, like shouting at you from around the corner. You may jump a few times, but don’t think he’s done once he gets you. He doesn’t have the self-control Jade has - if the show didn’t scare you, Floyd’s upcoming antics definitely will.

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k9iriz · 1 year

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𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝘳𝘩𝘦𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘹 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝙧𝙝𝙚𝙖 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙟𝙤𝙗 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙟𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙗𝙖𝙙𝙡𝙮 & 𝙮𝙤𝙪? 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙙𝙤 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝙖 𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙩.

fluff!/no warnings

Rhea was wrestling in a match, a fatal 5-way to determine Bianca’s next opponent for MITB.

I watched it as i cheered her on behind the TV, before getting called to a patient at the front desk, leaving my friend to watch the rest.

“I’m gonna take this next patient, you cool?” I reassured my co-worker, as she nodded before I walked off.

45 minutes later, my co-worker was working front desk, before she seen a black Escalade pull up, causing her to sit up.

It revealed Rhea, she didn’t look so good either.

“Oh god.” My co-worker sighed, seeing rhea out of gear and in her regular clothes, with her suitcase in hand.

“Hi, Welcome. How may I help you today?” My co-worker smiled.

“Yes, this lady here has a accident on our recent show and we’re just here to make sure nothing is broken, or if she’s fine or not, since the medical staff wasn’t able to clear her, or see her.” The man explained, causing her to nod, writing her down.

“I can get you a room, this way please.” My co-worker instructed as she put rhea in a room, some minutes passed, after taking her vitals, she placed her in a room, putting her folder in the slot on the door.

I walked back down after checking out a patient, contently huffing at how my night went, preparing to get off.

“I am so beat from today. Do we have anyone else to see before i clock out?” I asked, causing my co-worked to laugh a bit, giving me a nervous look, handing me a paper.

“Yep…and it’s someone special.” My co-worker said, before i raised my eyebrows before grabbing the folder, knocking before they said i could come in.

Revealing Rhea.

Rhea looked up as she sniffled, smiling through the pain of her face practically stinging and hurting.

“Ouch.” Rhea whined, rubbing her mouth completely, i can tell she took a bad bump.

I frowned at her as her face was red and tears were running all down it, she might’ve knocked a tooth out of place.

“Aww Baby.” I frowned as I walked up to her, hugging her as she wrapped her arms around my waist, just hugging me the whole time, she really was in pain.

Releasing the hug, i grabbed some gloves as i tried to gently see the problem on her face, her trusting me with her full ability.

Rhea has always been scared of doctors offices, but since i was a nurse, id make sure i was the only one who’d make her feel comfortable at a doctors office.

I tapped rhea’s chin, signaling to open her mouth before revealing her tooth, god she knocked something loose.

“What the hell—-What did you do to make your tooth shift back like that?” I asked, in a calm manner and for Demi? She was freaking out.

“I did?” Rhea frowned as she knew she wouldn’t be cleared to have her match, everything was ruined.

“I oversold a move and hit myself in the face with my knee, It gutted right on impact, glad I didn’t bite my tongue piercing.” Rhea sighed as i took my gloves off before wiping her face clean.

“I won the match.” Rhea spoke somewhat happy, making me smile as i checked her heart rate, making sure nothing was wrong making her play with my scrub strings from my pants, causing me to giggle.

I observed rhea very closely, something was on her mind heavily, causing me to stop checking her heartbeat, looking down at her.

“What’s on your mind pretty girl?” I asked, looking at her.

Rhea stayed silent for a second before speaking up.

“I guess it’s me losing my title match since im not gonna be cleared in time. I really earned it.” Rhea sighed.

“Things happen. And this was all an accident, it’s okay. If you don’t get cleared, you’ll have another title chance down the line. Promise. It’s worth it in the end.” I reassured as rhea smiled.

“Medical staff at your job wants you at the dentist this weekend, but for now, they said to make sure nothings wrong, I’ll put you on a little heart monitor to make sure everything is okay.”

“And a bag of ice for your cheek.” I smiled, signing off on her papers as she nodded, waiting for me to return.

After a new minutes, i checked her pulse to make sure it was fine as i attached the heart monitor to her shirt, giving her a bag of ice before letting her sign off on her discharge papers.

She’s gonna be at home for a couple of weeks, so it’ll be me making sure she goes to the dentist and just taking care of her.

“Thank you.” Rhea smiled as she gathered her things before she pecked our lips numerous of times before whining, breaking the last kiss, making me giggle.

“I’ll see you when i get home.” I reassured her before he held my hand, stuffing her face in my neck, just holding me, she’s such a baby.

“Promise?” Rhea said in my neck, kissing it.

I felt my knees buckle, literally. she knows my neck is my sweet spot.

“Promise baby.” I smiled as she released her face out my neck, before she left.

I turned back to my co-worker as she squealed, making me playfully roll my eyes.

“Aww! You two are so damn cute. *sigh* I wish.” She gushed, before she sat down, earning a laugh from me.

“You will one day. She’s a handful, but it’s all worth it.” I smiled, before turning to clock out.

time to go home to take care of my baby.

#demi bennett #demi bennett imagine #rhea ripley imagine #rhea ripley smut #demi bennett angst #demi bennett x reader #rhea ripley #rhea ripley angst #rhea ripley fluff #rhea ripley x reader #wwe #wwe womens wrestling #wwe imagine

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kryptonitejelly · 1 year

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I finally read Flyboy after months of reading the blurbs. It was amazing. I loved it.

The only thing on my mind is the fact that they were always so close. So like obv they’d pop up at each others’ houses/dorms and rooms and just walk in w/out knocking.

AKA THEY ABSOLUTELY SAW ONE ANOTHER GETTING OFF

I bet poor Jake was absolutely plagued by her sounds !!! And felt so bad and wrong and just turned around and came back an hour later and pretended it never happened.

i am so glad you got around to reading flyboy! and even more that you loved it 😌

i am so fkfjakfhskhsfhak with this idea!!!! because of course they did. minors DNI

Jake had showed up unannounced to your apartment, letting himself in with the spare key he had locked onto his keychain. It wasn’t anything new, with both of you being regular features at each others dorms since year 1 of college. It did always raise the question as to why you both hadn’t moved in together - but Jake had the frat house, and you, your roommate who would have been left without someone to stay with had you backed out.

The apartment was oddly silent, lacking any background tv show or music which you often played to fill the silence. You were definitely in, and not studying either - something Jake gathered from your shoes which you had kicked off at the door, and bag which was opened on the couch, your laptop peeking out from within.

He traipses across the floor of your apartment, eyes darting around for signs of life. Jake is nearing the door of your room which has fallen slightly ajar when he hears it - a soft sound, the tones which are characteristic of you. He freezes, mentally questioning himself when he hears it again - confirmation that the moan is indeed from you. Jake retraces his steps mentally, mind running through the path he has walked to your door - one pair of shoes, no male shoes or sign of life in the apartment save for him.

He knows he shouldn’t, but Jake moves an inch forward, eyes finding their sight through the gap in the door. He doesn’t see anything in particular - just you, leaning back against a mountain of pillows on your bed, legs spread, hands centred. Jake doesn’t see anything that he shouldn’t be seeing - no part of your naked body, but the soft electrical buzz accompanied by your moans and head thrown back against the pile of pillows tells him all he needs to know.

Jake turns away. The sound and sight, though fleeting ruins him. Jake never wants to invade your privacy, and yet this - this was all too much because it was you. It would have been a lie if he said he had never thought of something similar before. It takes a herculean effort for him to tear his eyes away, his heart pounding in his chest, pants growing marginally tighter as he quietly slips away, retracing his steps and toeing his way stealthily out of your apartment.

“Hey,” Jake hears your voice as soon as he pushes the door to your apartment open. The tension he had been holding onto the past hour, pent up, melted off his shoulders.

“Hey,” he says while stepping in before shutting the door behind him. Jake turns, only to find you on the couch, legs crossed, laptop on your lap - you hadn’t looked up since the door had opened and Jake takes the opportunity to study your side profile. He sees your lips part slightly as you exhale, and he immediately kicks himself mentally, stifling a groan as he thinks back to what he had seen an hour ago.

“You ok?” Your voice cuts through his thoughts, shaking him to the present.

“Yeah,” he says, dropping his bag to the floor before making his way to the couch where he sits, further from you than he normally would.

“You seem distracted,” is what you say as you lean forward, peering into his face.

“Am not,” Jake counters as he tries his best to push any stray thoughts out of his mind. He can hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears and he hopes like hell that you can’t as you sidle a few inches across the couch, closer to him.

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darsynia · 1 year

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66. a kiss only meant to last a moment, but when your lips meet, you can't pull away from each other

With Tony Stark please (I love him 😍❤️)

Okay I really enjoyed writing this, and PREDICTABLY it ended up longer than I thought... Thank you for my very first fic ask!! 💚😍

Summary: You're only at the party because your friend needed a +1, but Tony Stark's parties are legendary... Warnings: none Pairings: Tony Stark x Reader Square Filled: 'Soft Under Hard Exterior' Trope Word Count: 1,409 A/N: @avengersbingo

If anyone would like to be on a taglist (when I don't eff up and post before I tag anyone, that is), please don't hesitate to ask!

PLUS ONE

Attending Tony Stark’s 40+1 birthday bash is not what you’d been planning to do when you came to L.A.

It’s actually a complete fluke. You are really only in town to celebrate your best friend’s casting in a really promising pilot, one that catapulted her into a fancier sphere of influence, and earned her an invite to this thing. Except, Stark has decided to go full-out as usual, and every single person who is invited is required to bring a +1.

A female +1.

As it turns out, everyone your midwestern, level-headed, best friend since childhood actually trusts not to ruin this new chance of hers is already invited. So, she’s dressed you up in the most gorgeous, most revealing black dress you’ve ever worn, and dragged you along.

You and your best friend step onto the property with stars in your eyes, and the first person you meet is Stark himself. Well, sort of. He’s wearing a custom-made birthday hat that’s almost certainly modeled after Madonna’s pointy-boob bra era, and he’s got a bucket full of wristbands that he’s distributing.

It seems that every +1 gets a wristband saying she’s a +1.

The closer the line gets to Stark, the more nervous you are. Finally, you balk. “Okay, well, dressing up and seeing the house was enough for me, I’ll call a cab and--”

“I heard that. Call Patrol, we’ve got an escape in progress!” Stark says loudly, looking around to find out who’d been speaking. Like an actual tv show, everyone turned and looked at you. “You. You’re scared of me?”

“I’m scared of the idea of you. I have no idea what you’re really like,” you say, without thinking.

The regular flow of party talk resumes around you, but Stark cocks his head to the side and looks, really looks at you, and then he dips his hand into a bucket, pointing at you with his other hand.

“Who’re you with?”

Bestie has been nudging you with her bony elbow so often you probably have marks, and somehow after three minutes, you’re inside with your bracelets. The decor is ‘tropical Christmas,’ which is baffling until your friend’s bracelet goes off right by the bar.

A handsome man turns around, grins, and points up.

There’s mistletoe hanging from the ceiling.

Bestie actually knows the guy, he’s another aspiring actor, so they share a quick smooch before you and she retreat to a far wall to figure out what the heck is going on. That’s when you realize Stark’s swapped the bracelets. You’re wearing one that says ‘Stark’s Elf,’ and she’s wearing one that says ‘+1.’ As you watch the crowd, it’s immediately apparent that the ‘+1’ bracelets light up and chime when they’re near the mistletoe, and it’s everywhere.

“Okay, this is good actually,” your friend declares. “You’d have to be carted out of here by ambulance, and that’s not what either of us need right now.”

You give her a hug right then, because she’s right. A few kisses you’d have been cool with, but this is a chiming, blinking assembly line. At least the noises aren’t irritating… yet?

“Mind if I go, uh, network for a little bit?”

“Not at all,” you say, holding up the drink you just obtained.

An hour or so later, you’re happy for her, happy for yourself, and most of all, you’re oddly charmed by Stark’s selfish thoughtfulness. You’d always thought of him as a hard-nosed playboy, and he probably is, but there’s something else there, something kind, soft, even. He’d seen your reticence and given you an out (though again, he could have given you both ‘Elf’ bracelets, so there’s only so much credit to give the guy).

Speaking of an ‘out,’ you need the restroom, so you ask around. The staff member looks at your bracelet and directs you through a door, down a hallway, and around a corner.

On the way back, you pause at the corner to fix the strappy shoe you’d borrowed from your friend, your clutch under an arm, one hand on the wall, one hand on the sandal. Predictably, the bag succumbs to gravity.

You take one look at your neckline, another look at your hemline, and bite your lip.

“That’s a ‘don’t drop anything’ dress, right there,” Stark says, coming out of a door you hadn’t seen.

The alcohol in your system responds with, “Yeah, I might need rescuing, here.”

The lighting in the hallway is dim, but you can still see that his grin is on the sexy side of predatory as he says, “I’m happy to oblige, but I might need proper compensation.” When Stark gets close, he shoots a look up at the ceiling, then gives you a thorough once-over. “You’re the one I placated with the regular bracelet.” He takes a step back and puts his hands in his pockets. “Well, go on, Alice. Back to Wonderland.”

Something’s off, and when you glance up, you see why.

You’re standing under mistletoe.

Again, you’re charmed. This man has set up a kiss factory, but one hint that you’re uncomfortable with it, and he’s decided you’re off limits. Except, he is handsome as hell, smells amazing, and you’re just tipsy enough to be disappointed.

“I don’t recall there being anything in the universal law of mistletoe about a bracelet requirement.”

His gaze sharpens, but Stark says, “That’s the alcohol talking.”

“I nursed a single drink for an hour.” You bite your lip at the thing you just thought up to say, but go for it anyway. “You can see if you can taste it on me, if you think I’m lying.”

“The universal law of consent says that kiss shouldn’t be long enough to tell,” he shoots back. Your eyebrows shoot skyward, and he rolls his eyes. “Hard and fast rule by the party organizer. I maybe should have thought about whether the open bar would ruin all my fun.” He steps closer, inches away. “Last chance, Alice.”

“You haven’t picked up my bag yet,” you point out, heart pounding.

He doesn’t move back as he sinks down, and when he stands again, he holds the clutch close enough to your body that it takes your skirt up with it for a little while. Stark hands it over, then reaches out to hold your chin steady, obviously meaning to drop an insolent, brief kiss on you.

Except, that’s not what happens.

As soon as your lips touch, his hand spasms on your face, and you grab at his lapel, despite yourself. It’s electric, intoxicating, the chemical formula for lust just spontaneously generating between two strangers.

Stark angles his head and murmurs, against your lips, “No, sorry, gonna need another five to ten--” and doesn’t even finish before he’s sliding the hand on your chin up into your hair and licking into your mouth. He’s more potent than any drink you’ve ever tasted, and he knows how to use his body to persuade, so it’s not long before you’re up against the wall and he’s got a handful of your skirt. Somehow Stark figures out everything you like in seconds, and the deep little chuckle he lets out when you moan in encouragement is as sexy as it is devastating.

It’s only the sound of someone else in the adjoining hallway that breaks the two of you apart, but again, Stark’s generous, offering his arm for balance as you gather yourself.

“And here, I thought I’d given you the wrong wristband,” he teases, picking up your clutch from where it had fallen righteously onto the floor during those frantic few moments.

Two weeks later, when you’re back at home and checking your email, you notice one from Stark Industries, and have a mini freak out before you open it. No one had said anything about giving the bracelets back, but maybe you should have done a little more due diligence?

The subject line is ‘CLICK ME,’ and you shake your head in disbelief. If you didn’t know better, you’d think that’s related to Stark’s repeated allusions to you as Alice in Wonderland…

The body of the email sends shivers down your spine.

Alice,

I thought about it, and I definitely gave you the correct bracelet, so here’s Stark’s Erotic Lust Follow-up: just so happens I’m giving a tech speech in your neck of the woods next month.

Dinner?

It’s signed the Knave of Hearts.

#tony stark x reader #avengersbingo #tony stark x you #iron man x reader #tony stark imagine #tony stark kiss #tony stark #marvel fanfiction #marvel imagine #iron man imagine #marvel fanfic #iron man fanfic #tony stark fanfic #oh my god you guys i wrote this so fast i did not tag it or TITLE IT in the tumblr post #EAT FOOD IT IS GOOD FOR YOU

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Nevermore-Lurch x Reader (Wednesday tv show)

Summary: You are Morticia's sister and Lurch is your husband. All the family gathers to say goodbye to Wednesday at Nevermore Academy, making it an emotional farewell for both families when you also have your son assigned to the school.

(Never thought about it until now but no one has written about Lurch and god damn is his actor attractive. If anyone is a fan of his, then this is the fic for you.)

(Based on the TV show Wednesday)

"It's been quite some time wouldn't you say, mi amor?" I could hear Gomez and my sister Morticia talking in the back of the car and displaying their love for one another while Pugsley remained entertained and Wednesday staring at them with hate.

It's been quite a while since Lurch has been driving all of us Addams to Nevermore Academy. Our home is very far from here. I've never been one for trips but I decided to come as well since not only my niece is going to this school.

I noticed a certain family member has been too quiet so I turned around from the passenger seat

"Everything alright back there…Wednesday?" I asked my niece seeing her not move from her seat or blinking.

The pale girl lightly just moved her eyes to glance at me then back at her parents. "Nothing for you to worry about, aunt (Y/N)."

Wednesday has always been an unusual girl keeping mostly everything to herself. But between my sister Morticia and I, I believe she has spoken more to me and has more of friendly kind of relationship.

I smiled at her then looked back at the driver's seat. "Right! Okay! Anyways we aren't that far from your new school. How are you doing back there, Edgar?"

I glanced back and saw Wednesday's cousin reading an Edgar Allan Poe book. My favorite author and person in the whole world, well third I would say.

"He's always reading books, don't you think he's better off at my regular school than this new one?" Pugsley asked.

"Nevermore Academy is the best school for people like us. Strange and unusual." I winked and wondered how his new school life will be like.

Pugsley will certainly miss Edgar since both of them are the same age and love playing together at the dungeon built in Morticia's attic.

"Your father and I also met there back in the day. He and Gomez were friends before we all met each other. Don't you remember, dear? We had our first dance there and that's when I knew we would have a life together."

I stare in awe remembering my younger school at days. "He was always so shy around me." I say it was quite adorable, despite how tall and menacing he looked. He was the complete opposite.

Soon enough rain started to fall and the clouds turned grey. "Such a perfect weather to have a walk or a date. Wouldn't you say so, dear?" I said turning to my husband who simply hummed and said nothing more. He's never been much or a talker anyways.

I smiled looking at him and then noticed many trees around us, we are getting closer to the academy. Rain continued to pour once we reached the gates and saw the building just up ahead.

Nevermore Academy.

Thank goodness we were here since Morticia's love for Gomez is sometimes to much and Wednesday was ready to rip their heads off. One by one we stepped out of the car once we had parked the car by the school's entrance.

"Isn't it beautiful?" I said stepping out of the car carefully since I was wearing a long black dress similar to Morticia's but with a high collar, I grabbed my husband's arm when he met by my side, with my other hand I combed my hair down and checked to see if the bangs over my forehead didn't ruin themselves or my dark makeup.

We met up the principal and saw surprised to see that it was Larissa Weems, she always had a sort of rivalry with Morticia.

"Larissa Weems or should I say Principal Weems. I never expected you to stay here and look after so many kids."

Larissa's eyes fell on Morticia then to me when I spoke. The tall blonde woman smiled, a forced smile of course turning to look at us.

"(Y/N). I didn't expect to see you here as well." She said looking down at me.

"Yes, you see not only Morticia is having her daughter be at Nevermore. My son Edgar is also attending it."

I reached out for my son and placed him between Lurch and me. Larissa smiled down at him and shook his head, "Ah..another Addams then."

"He's almost an exact copy of you." She chuckled staring at me and my son.

He is pale with jet black hair like me and bright eyes.

"He is isn't he? Personality otherwise he is too much like his father I would say." I chuckled turning to glance at them both.

"Alright then, let's all head inside to get the paperwork done." Principal Weems said and we all followed her into her office.

Wednesday went to explore the school while my son and Pugsley remained together. "Please make sure that my son has a proper roommate. I wasn't too lucky back then." I chuckled and saw Weems stare at me weirdly.

Since she was my roommate back in the day. "Will do." She said gripping her pen and handing it to me so I would sign.

"Would your son like a tour of the school-"

"I think I can handle it. I still remember my way around the campus." I said waving at her and letting her talk to Morticia and Gomez next.

Lurch and I walked side by side and I. "Nothing has changed. Remember we had our first date by that tree, the principal nearly decapitated me when she saw us share our first kiss."

"I remember." Was all Lurch said still letting me grab onto his arm.

This school certainly has changed on one aspect, much more kids attend this school than before. I could feel my husband's eyes on me, and I shook my head understanding him nonverbally.

"I'm fine.. I'm just worried about our son. Will he like this school? I feel selfish for wanting him to study here and not a regular non gothic school. This is where we met after all, and I want him to share his love for anything dark with someone like him. Do you think he'll be okay?" I ask desperately now worrying if this is the right choice.

Lurch slowly nodded his head. "You're right… you're right! He'll be fine. If anything happens we can always return. Wednesday is older I'm sure she'll look after him."

"Mom..Dad." we turned around and I gasped when I saw our son now changed into the schools uniform. The typical dark blue purplish color.

"You look..you remind me of your father." I said racing to him and hugging him tight. He sighed and looked at his jacket when I stepped back.

"I don't get why Wednesday was the only one who got hers in black." He lowly said looking at the floor and seeming unsure of his surroundings.

"I'll let the principal know that you want yours modified as well, don't you worry. I only want the best for my son." I hugged him again tightly and I saw Edgar trying to get away from my string grip.

A crowd of teenagers walked past us and began to chuckle at what was happening. I hissed at them and saw them leave quickly.

Edgar looked ashamed a bit but seemed to hide his emotions perfectly, he's always been a bit like his cousin Wednesday, onto a bit more talkative and sympathetic.

"I don't like this place, I'm sure if I'm at this school with Wednesday she'll kill me." Lurch and I heard our son whisper to us.

Making Lurch and I turn to look at each other. "What are you both on about?!" My son said worried that he wouldn't understand us.

"Nothing wrong will happen to you. Wednesday has always been protective of you and Pugsley. You'll quickly learn to appreciate this school and make friends that share the same passion as you."

I smile when I saw Edgar worry a bit less when Lurch went over to his side and patted Edgar's head. "Your father and I love you very much. We would never had placed you into this school if we'd known it would be a dangerous place."

"Well, let's go explore the school shall we?" Edgar nodded his head still clinging onto the book he brought with him.

We both showed him some of the places and where Lurch and I would often hang out when we wanted to be away from all the noise of students or teachers calling to them.

"So, what do you think of the school so far?" I cheerily asked looking down at my kid.

Edgar shrugged his shoulders, "Fine I guess."

I sigh to myself and leaned down closer to him. "You know why this school is called Nevermore? Your favorite poet studied here a long time ago. Many things happens here at nights, who knows maybe you'll see his ghost."

At the mention of his favorite author and ghosts, Edgar's eyes seemed to lit up. "Really? I sure love ghosts stories and hunting. Did you bring it, mother?" He exclaimed knowing his favorite item of the house.

Lurch appeared behind me and handed me Edgar's backpack. I unzipped it and showed a ouija board to him. "It's right here.",

"Our grandparents used to study here and work. If you come across them please let us in know."

Edgar nodded now excitedly and grabbed his backpack and placed his items inside of it. "(Y/N), Lurch, it's time to head back home." I heard Gomez calling to us.

The three of us walked back to the entrance of the school and met with with the other Addams and saw Wednesday not content at all at being here.

"Edgar and I both hate this place. Why leave us here?" She questioned glaring at Morticia who didn't mind her attitude.

"Your dear cousin doesn't seem to mind it." Morticia said making Wednesday turn to look at Edgar then at her mother.

"Well, I don't like it here."

I stepped between her and my sister. "You'll learn to love Nevermore. I guarantee it, Wednesday. Please make sure Edgar is safe for us, okay?" I said patting her head but she swatted my hand away.

"We'll be back before you know it." Morticia called out.

Lurch and Edgar began to talk to one another until I reached them again and hugged my son. "You'll be very missed at home. Remember if anything happens don't hesitate to call.",

"I will Mom..Dad." Edgar said looking at both of us and waving his hand as he went back to step by Wednesday's side as he watched us get into the car and leave.

The car felt a lot emptier with Wednesday or Edgar here. I looked back into the rearview mirror and watched both kids turn their backs to head into the school.

"Oh, I do hope they won't get into trouble." I muttered looking at my lap and feeling my husband grab my hand. I smiled turning to look at him, "Next time we visit them, I'll tell him don't worry. Edgar in a few months will become a big brother."

#lurch addams #wednesday #wednsday addams #lurch x reader #george burcea #horror #halloween #wednesday tv show

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Sonic the Hedgehog and Solarpunk Ideals

Alright, it's June 23rd which means not only is it Solarpunk Aesthetic Week, but it's also Sonic the Hedgehog's 32nd birthday. Let's all say Happy Birthday Sonic the Hedgehog.

Overall, that means it's time for me to do something I usually don't do on this blog--talk about Sonic the Hedgehog, one of my favorite series of all times. Specifically, how I feel it embodies Solarpunk at least a little bit. Hopefully you'll see where I'm coming from by the end of this.

Real quick though, special shout out to @modern-solarpunk for being my beta reader 100/10 owe you my life.

Alright let’s make one thing clear. I’m a Sonic nerd. I’ve been a Sonic nerd since at least the 5th grade. Sonic the hedgehog is one of My Things. IDK if I’d call it a hyperfixation, but it’s definitely one of My Things, and it’s been one of My Things longer than gardening or even Solarpunking and all the other stuff y’all know me for has been. I am about to talk y’alls ears off. Buckle up.

With that in mind, I’m not going to pretend that the Sonic franchise is a perfect franchise made by perfect people working under a perfect corporation. Even ignoring the timeline disasters, retconning, and rushed projects (*cough cough Sonic 06 and Sonic Boom cough cough*), Sonic the Hedgehog is made by a corporation in a capitalistic world who has done some… iffy things in the past, present, and likely the future. We are, here, today, strictly talking about two things--the creation of Sonic and the creation of Dr. Eggman. There will be a super special third topic I bring up later, but that's gonna be its own post. I’ll bring up a handful of things from the shows, comics, movies, etc. If I finish writing and editing and posting this whole lengthy diatribe and someone ignores this paragraph and brings up some inane unrelated shit that the Big Corporation Guys did That One Time Months/Years Ago I might snap. Yes, corporations are bad. Yes, I like Sonic. Let’s establish that.

Ok let’s actually get started.

Sonic the Hedgehog the Dude, Tiny Rebellions, and Freedom

Alright, so Sonic the Hedgehog is a series of games, movies, comic books, TV shows--it's a whole thing, it's an entire franchise. The basics of what you need to know here is that a little 3’3” superpowered anthropomorphic blue hedgehog dude and his array of equally-animalian and equally-colorful friends are ruining the robotics-based evil world takeover plans of a 6’1” egg-shaped human dude on the regular. Occasionally, there are other villains, and other storylines, and sometimes the motivations change, but that sentence boils down the Sonic the Hedgehog storyline to its base essentials.

The Sonic franchise was dreamed up in 1990 when SEGA needed a new mascot to compete with Nintendo’s iconic Mario. Personality-wise, he’s said to have been inspired by “a modern sensibility of wanting to get things done right away, righting wrongs as they presented themselves instead of letting them linger.” As we currently know him, with Sonic “What you see is what you get--just a guy who loves adventure.” He’s a free-spirited drifter who goes with the flow, valuing freedom above all else and wanting nothing more than to live by his own rules and whims rather than bowing to the expectations of others. He loves interacting with the many cultures on his planet (which we mostly see in Sonic Unleashed, but still), trying local dishes with friends frequently. Overall, Sonic is driven by a strong sense of justice and fairness, fighting for the ideal of freedom rather than the name of the law--and he always fights for the underdog. He likes to handle things on his own, but he isn’t above looking to his friends for help when needed--and acknowledges their role in his life and achievements regularly (if he can be a bit smug at times). He appreciates scenic views and nature, with a special fondness for places filled with plants--we see him do this lots in the series--and he hates when people destroy it for their own gain. He doesn’t hate cities, though, and finds they have their own beauty.

So what’s Solarpunk about this? In my eyes, a good bit. If you don’t know what Solarpunk is, it’s described on Wikipedia as ‘a literary and artistic movement that envisions and works towards actualizing a sustainable future interconnected with nature and community.” Aesthetically, I like to describe it as a mix between sci-fi and cottagecore, with a particular leaning towards some steampunk and some cyberpunk elements, but in a brighter, cleaner, more hopeful way. It's important to note, however, that Solarpunk is also a practical and political action mindset--as much as Solarpunks dream of a hopeful future and work to visualize it, we also work to learn the concepts and take the actions needed to make it a reality. I’m not going to sit here and pretend that Sonic is super politically revolutionary, I’m here to talk about how Sonic fits into the aesthetics of Solarpunk.

As such, lets get into the point--I feel like Sonic is pretty Solarpunk, personality-wise. He just fits a lot of the core tenants--wants to right wrongs ASAP, whether they’re his wrongs or wrongs of the past. He values freedom, traveling, and beautiful natural places--a big chunk of Solarpunk is learning to appreciate and protect the natural species around you, and plenty of people have dreamed up nomadic Solarpunk societies. Even Sonic living by his own rules instead of bowing to expectations fits in Solarpunk--A Solarpunk Manifesto states that “the ‘punk’ in Solarpunk is about rebellion, counterculture… and enthusiasm. it is about going in a different direction than the mainstream…” People in the Solarpunk movement care deeply about freedom, justice, fairness, and fixing the broken systems we deal with today--and often start the legwork by forming or taking part in community-based movements and initiatives. We lean onto those around us for strength and courage, to work as a group to think of solutions to problems, whether that be something small like trading DIY patch instructions to bigger things like planning and creating community gardens to even sharing news about unionizing and more. There’s acts a Solarpunk can do alone--like guerrilla gardening, or moss graffiti, or drawing and writing concepts of a brighter future--but we all know we’re at our strongest when we’re not just one, but many.

But one of my biggest arguments to Sonic being Solarpunk actually centers around his nemesis--Doctor Eggman.

Doctor Eggman as the Antithesis of Solarpunk

After all, it’s pretty hard to talk about how a hero of a series is Solarpunk without discussing the people and forces he fights against, and most of the time that’s Doctor Ivo Robotnik--better known to most as Dr. Eggman. He was developed more or less directly alongside Sonic the hedgehog, and as such the notes about his creation not only influence his character, but the character and vibe of most of the franchise so far. So who is Doctor Eggman?

Doctor Eggman is often described as the World’s Vilest Person--he’s evil, mean, cruel-spirited, and a self-proclaimed genius scientist who only really thinks about what he wants and what he needs to do to get it--getting pleasure in crushing anything that gets in his way. His main goal is to establish his Eggman Empire across the entire planet and build his own version of a utopia, Eggmanland--usually taking the form of a polluted, smog-filled city or a robotic theme park. His plans have varied from excavating natural spaces and turning woodland creatures into robotic slaves (Sonic 1, 2, 3), using doomsday devices to threaten nations and blow up the moon (Sonic Adventure 2), tie down planets for his own purposes (Sonic CD, Sonic Colors), or even using cosmic forces beyond his comprehension to flood metropolises or literally rip the planet apart (Sonic Adventure, Sonic Unleashed). In the comics and some shows, he even takes it a step further--a common theme with him is Roboticization, wherein people are forcibly turned from organic beings into robot slaves. Sometimes its a machine fulfilling this sometimes-irreversible process (Archie Comics, Sonic the Hedgehog Cartoon, Sonic Underground), while other times its an all-consuming virus that grows out of his control and turns almost the entire planet into raving robotic zombies (IDW Sonic Comics issues #12-29). He’s fueled by delusions of grandeur, believing that all of the world’s problems would be solved if he specifically were in charge of everyone all the time and had things his way, and makes robotic inventions and weapons to obtain power. He’s overflowing with self-confidence and pride, highlighting his ‘scientific genius’ whenever he can. He’ll leave temporary allies to rot if it gives him a chance to take all the credit and power for himself, he looks down on everyone else and sees them as insignificant, only interested in what benefits him. Fairness and community? With Doctor Eggman? Forget it, he’ll steal candy from a baby and then turn it into a robot if given the chance. And even with robotic helpers he makes himself, he quickly gets sick of them--Eggman doesn’t do friends.

I’d compare him to Elon Musk, but at least Dr. Eggman is actually a genius.

A Solarpunk Manifesto was published in 2019, describing Solarpunk as “A movement in speculative fiction, art, fashion, and activism that seeks to answer and embody the question ‘what does a sustainable civilization look like, and how can we get there?’”. Eggmanland is not how we get there--Doctor Eggman is an embodiment of everything the Solarpunk ideology stands against, and not entirely by accident. Here’s a quote from Yuji Naka, one of the creators of Sonic the Hedgehog.

“Robotnik was created to be the opposite of Sonic, and to be the bad guy. At that time, there was opposition between "developers" and "environmentalists", and Robotnik was created to represent machinery and development.”

He represents it pretty well--his common motifs are imperialism and pollution, and his version of a utopia is often reminiscent of pre-EPA photos of US cities. Sometimes its done to a cartoonish level--but the point still stands. Whenever we catch glimpses of Eggman’s ‘Home Bases,’ whether its Scrap Brain Zone in Sonic 1, Chemical Plant in Sonic 2, Metallic Madness in Sonic CD, or elsewhere, we’re always seeing tons of mechanization, smog, pollution, and death robots.

Solarpunks aren’t opposed to technology--not in the slightest. But I feel its safe to say that any Solarpunk would be opposed to the over-industrialized, hyper-mechanized, pollution-riddled empire hellscape that Eggman would call heaven. (And you know damn well he'd be all over those Boston Dynamic robot dogs if he were real). To me, Eggman represents the grim-dark futures that apocalyptic stories tell us we’re barreling towards--the darker, less sunny side of the already dystopian cyberpunk genre. Solarpunk is the sun that burns away at smoggy futures, the light that reveals what we can have instead, the ideas that lead to actions to secure it. Its hope in a bottle--hope that we can enjoy and add to, a dream that we can help make into a reality. The ideals are chock full of resisting the real-life Eggmans who want to send humanity into a nose-dive of mechanization and energy-burning self-destruction for the sake of short-lived profits and smug ego-trips.

Is Sonic a strictly Solarpunk series? I wouldn’t necessarily say so. But I think if the themes and terms had existed in 1990, it certainly would have been cited as a bit of an inspiration. Whether the Solarpunk community would have been chill with a corporation citing the term as inspiration is a whole other deal.

Stay tuned for this posts' sequel, where I talk about how I feel my favorite game in the series--Sonic Colors--is Solarpunk.

#solarpunk #sonic the hedgehog #sonic #solarpunk aesthetic week #out of queue #ani rambles #nobody call me cringe i'll accept critique i'll even accept 'i disagrees' but if you call me cringe or bully me you're getting blocked #BUT ALSO IM NOT DONE YET I STILL HAVE TO POST PART TWO #UPDATE: I'VE ADDED THE LINKS GO HAM

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Part one || two

Steve hosted family movie nights, with the gang, on the regular now. It had started with Dustin complaining that the Hopper-Byers tv was too small and Max adding on that the living room itself wasn’t exactly big enough for them all to pile into either. Steve already knew what was coming next, the moment Dustin looked over to him, eyebrows raised and a small smirk on his face.

So here he was, running around his kitchen preparing snacks before the gremlins showed up. It had started out as just the kids coming around, Joyce insisting she didn’t want to intrude. Eventually, he managed to convince her it would be his pleasure to host them. Especially considering everything she has done, and continues to do, for them all. Which had eventually also led to Murray tagging along, normally with a flask of straight vodka and his eagle eyes taking everything in.

Of course Steve had noticed him peering over every now and then and in all honesty, he was a little concerned. After everything the gang had been through together, specifically Steve, Nancy and Jonathan, they’d grown closer. He knew about Nancy and Jonathans trip to Murray’s and what had ultimately resulted in the end of his relationship with Nancy and the start of hers and Jonathans. Murray also made comments about being Joyce and Hopper’s personal cupid (stating he’s big, round and bald enough to be), claiming he was the one who got them to stop pussy footing around each other. So when he turned his attention towards Steve and Eddie, Steve began to worry.

He was struggling to read the older man's face, his eyebrows would raise and his forehead would wrinkle as he took them both in. Steve had only recently gotten comfortable with his own sexuality, still not fully understanding it but knowing without a doubt how he felt about Eddie. He didn’t think he could handle having to deal with an old homophobic man on top of everything else. The worry that Murray would also out them to everyone else concerned him, though a few people in the gang already knew and were supportive he wasn’t sure how everyone else would react. Steve finally felt like he had a family and he didn’t want to ruin it, so he tried to be more subtle with Eddie when Murray was around. Less touching, less lingering looks, less interaction altogether.

Unfortunately, subtlety wasn’t Eddie’s forte.

Part four || part five

Apologies it has taken so long to continue but I do still have little silly ideas for this mini fic!

#stranger things #murray bauman #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve and eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #getting murrayed #sort of #the whole gang #post vecna #joyce x hopper #steddie hc #fanfic #steddie fic #steddie headcanons

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phantom-mizero · 3 months

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Let me first explain my reasoning for each of them and why I personally think they could end up dead either in the first season finale or later. Valentino in episode 2 is ready to march to the hotel with nothing but some regular guns (as far as we know) and try to kill everyone who would get in his way to get Angel Dust back. He only stopped because Vox held him back from doing that. Charlie actually meets Valentino in episode 4 where he, at first, acts like the biggest creep to her and mistreats Angel which actually gets her to transform into her more demonic form. Valentino is the second person that made Charlie this mad and he just acts smug about it Episode 6 only makes it more widely known to others how shitty he is as a boss and that you should stay far, far away from him.

Vox fought Alastor once before and in an older picture of him and Valentino we can see that the TV he has as a head was an older model once, which means that demons can “update” their designs slightly if their body was wounded enough/torn apart, but not killed by an angelic weapon. He admonished Valentino to not get involved with Lucifer’s daughter; to not bring down her and especially her father’s rage on them for hurting someone she cares about or hurting the literal princess of hell in the crossfire, but, and this is, especially after episode 6, a big but he is willing to broadcast one of his Alastor diss tracks he worked on to all of Hell who has a TV. You could say Alastor swung back, but after seeing how much effort he puts into a song if he truly hates someone he wants to hurt emotionally and the very low effort he put in to put Vox in his place it’s truly night and day. Vox directly stating to a news reporter that his company would work on security technology against angels is also a ballsy move, especially if he just got the idea. He has no idea if it would work or how to even kill them. He doesn’t even have a way to test it like he can test other inventions till the next extermination date arrives.

Velvette compared to her male compatriots may seems rather tame, but her one point is only reinforcing the others behavior and making it even more obvious. I can only point out how she didn’t gather any favor with the other Overlords at their meeting, dissed pretty much everyone there, but specifically Zestial, the oldest Overlord that still exists after Alastor brutally murdered pretty much every other one once he manifested in hell. I saw some speculation that Zestial’s business has something to do with information and intelligence gathering, which is highly supported by the episode he’s in. So when he sings “We can’t act without more intelligence”, he is giving Velvette a fairly specific warning that she and the Vee’s are going to die if they are not careful and think they are powerful enough that they would never get toppled. Carmilla is also enforcing that when she sings “You and the Vees are inane and uninformed. Smug wannabees who don’t heed when you’ve been warned.” Carmilla is literally giving her the more explicit version to what Zestial only alluded to, to try and make her see how it could ruin them if they continue on their path.

The Vees are Overlords sure, but they are far from being the strongest or the most well informed to make the best decisions. Vox get’s their company to produce anti-angel tech with no guarantee that it could work, the Vees found the head of an angel so they know they can be hurt and killed and Velvette has the strong suspicion that Carmilla killed the angel. In other words I strongly suspect they are going to try and fight the angels on the next extermination day to make a power grab like Hell has never seen before.

#poll #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel theory #hazbin hotel spoilers #hazbin hotel vees #polls

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tellthemeerkatsitsfine · 4 months

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Taskmaster New Year’s Treat was more fun than I’d expected, same as it was last year. This was largely down to Kojey Radical, it’s always fun when you get proper Taskmaster fans on the show. He made me laugh several times. The inclusion of an underage minor was pretty odd, and I wasn’t sure it was a good idea (especially since they’ve just created a special Taskmaster all for the children), but then the child actor turned out to actually be quite fun. He was good on the podcast, too.

I think it helped that the tasks themselves were really funny. I enjoyed season 16 a lot, but some of the tasks were a bit lackluster (they really need to slow down on the “do some other distracting thing at the same time as doing the regular task”, they get diminishing returns after a while), and I thought all the tasks in the latest NYT were great. I sort of see why they’d save the funnier tasks for an NYT episode, when the contestants aren’t comedians so there has to be more humour in the format. But also, I’d love to see them give the tasks with the most comedic potential to the people who extract comedic potential on a professional basis.

I’d enjoy a Champion of Champions: NYT edition once they’ve been doing this for five years. Though I guess the point of NYT is to get people who are too important to commit to more than one episode, and even the regular Taskmaster hasn’t been able to get all its champions make their schedules line up for a COC, so presumably getting the extra special celebrity stars from NYT free on the same day would be a challenge.

I’ve come around on that COC thing, by the way. I was really annoyed when I first read about Mae not participating, to the point where I didn’t even make a post about it because I knew how annoyed I was was too disproportionate to the situation to be worth posting. Not just because I really really like Mae Martin and was looking forward to seeing them, though of course there’s that. I was annoyed because it compromises the integrity of the competition of Taskmaster, if you can just throw anyone in there. Look, Alex, a large amount of my enjoyment of your show and/or general mental health is riding on me being able to maintain the suspension of disbelief, and view Taskmaster as a genuine competition. If you start admitting that they’re just a bunch of performance artists trying to make room in their schedules for this TV gig (no, come on, surely the Taskmaster contestants don’t get paid, they do it for the love of the game), the curtain starts to slip and it all falls apart.

In frustration, I said to a friend that this ruins the sporting aspect of Taskmaster, because it’s not like a sport will have a championship with a qualifier, and then just let someone else in because the date doesn’t work for one of the people who won their qualifier. But as soon as I said this, I realized: Yes they do. That’s exactly what they do. That’s why important qualifiers have challenge rounds at the end between the second and third place finishers, to determine the true alternate. Because if the winner gets an injury or a career in the States or some shit and can’t go to the championship, the alternate goes in their place. Kiell Smith-Bynoe was the second-place finisher in Taskmaster season 15, and is therefore the legitimate alternate, so it’s all fine! Integrity restored! I go back to maintaining my belief that Taskmaster functions as a genuine sport (I can come out of the delusion long enough to admit to knowing the reality on a Tumblr post – the disbelief that I can really never stop suspending is in the idea that genuine sports are also just made up and their results only matter because we’ve all collectively agreed to pretend that they do, no one’s allowed to talk about that (except Andy Zaltzman, who’s got some good material on the subject and is actually quite funny when he talks about that)).

And by the way, I’d like to state again that I hate the idea that it’s a (North) American thing to watch panel shows like they’re actual competitions. If I didn’t know much about British culture, I might believe that it’s just us North Americans who have this toxic competitiveness so entrenched in society that it comes up in even our entertainment TV shows, and the British are more enlightened about it. But I have heard the British cultural references. I have heard how wildly, blindingly competitive they get about something that we in North America consider a children’s game called soccer. And even aside from how deeply they get into (sort of) real sports, you can’t tell me that British people don’t get overly competitive about things that are not sports, treating them like they are a sport. I’ve heard how British people talk about pub quizzes, and darts, and snooker. We all like a good competition to distract us from the things with genuine meaning in the world! And I have chosen Taskmaster.

Anyway, when I decided to just view the Kiell situation as sending in the legitimate alternate, I got over my existential disappointment at pulling the curtain back on the realities of Taskmaster, and became only annoyed about not getting to see Mae Martin, whom I like. But that’s not so bad, because Kiell is fun too. And I think it’ll be a good episode. I can’t wait to see Dara O’Brien and Sarah Kendall up against each other, I think that’ll be an interesting matchup. Sophie Duker is a strong contender too. I think my money might be on Sarah Kendall to win, but I might be blinded by my large crush on her.

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valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn · 5 months

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Hi! I want to share what may be a controversial hot take with you, I don't know. But I would really like to know your opinion!

Is it just me, or should identity not be this much of an issue with characters who are gods? I mean, the MCU has Thor trapped in an endless loop of journeys of self-discovery. They have Loki trapped in an endless loop of self-sacrifice, now quite literally trapped. They have Sylvie moping around in bars and working at McDonald's, and they have Valkyrie cutting ribbons at ice cream parlor openings. Isn't all a little too mundane? I understand that they must feel a need to make these characters relatable to an extent, but to cut them down so low and make them so lowly that we're rolling our eyes and actually pitying them. Why?

These characters are gods! They should be embracing it, owning it, unapologetically! Thor should be king of Asgard by now! With Loki beside him, driving him crazy and keeping him on his toes, making wonderful chaos and mischief everywhere! Does Loki want power and a throne? So what if he does! He's a god! He is entitled to power and a throne! Whether anybody likes it or not, Loki IS the son of a king - TWO kings if you want to get technical - so why the F not? These characters should be wild and larger than life! Unmanageable and untamable. They should only be rising in power, not taking orders at Mickey D's or wearing ugly brown 3-piece suits getting pushed around by brainwashed mortals!

I just think the quest to humanize and normalize and make these characters relatable has completely ruined them. It took all the fun out. The wonder and magic is gone. The fantasy is gone. The escapism is gone. What do you think?

Hi honey! Sorry for the delay in answering.

I mostly agree with everything you say here. It's like they want these grand characters to be humanized so they can be relatable, but in order to do that they get rid of everything that makes them different from human characters so they all end up being pretty samey.

I do believe that the journey of discovery can be done with any character, be it the most powerful ones or the non-powered humans, but the journey should be completely different... just like the outcome. A human can strive to discover who they are and own it by ending up working as a barista at a cafe. But a god (or a goddess in this case) should not be waiting tables at a McDonald's in hers. You can still make her relatable while keeping her godlike status!

At the end of the day, if you want the non-powered characters and the OP ones to go through the same path and end up in the same spot then... what's the difference between them? If you change Sylvie's name and she's called Victoria and she's a 26-year-old human from Italy, does the story really change that much?

What I mean is those stories should be personalized to each character so that the journey only makes sense for that specific character, but instead all those stories are pretty standard to the point that they would fit a god, a regular hero and a dumb citizen.

It was very painful seeing Valkyrie doing TV commercials while New Asgard is a freaking tourist attraction. Was that really necessary? Showing the Asgardians as just regular people now who dress like humans, work like humans, and their King is a celebrity who announces drinks on TV? That's not making them relatable, that's ridiculing them.

I don't mind Thor not being King of (New) Asgard because he gave up the throne in TDW and I like the idea of him giving up that power after he saw what it did to Odin... but why can't we have a scene where he says just that? Where he explains it? We just see him giving it up and handing it over to Valkyrie like it doesn't matter to him and that's a big disservice to his character and the story throughout his trilogy.

Unfortunately, Marvel has been on a path of normalizing anything magic - just see what they did to the Mirror Dimension in NWH. It's just geometry! Nothing special about it! It's super dumb! Ugh. (I'm still mad about that, as you can see lol). It feels like lazy writing, not enough focus on characterization and world building and an obsession with meme-making that actively goes against the story 🤷‍♀️

#Thor #Loki #Valkyrie #mcu salt #let gods be gods!

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thenightmistress · 2 years

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“Love is Irrelevant to people like Us.” ~ Part 1

Paring: Dream of the endless/Morpheus x Vampire/hybrid OC Fem!Reader, Hob Gadling x reader

18+ You have been warned! Proceed with caution!

A/N: I have unfortunately have not read the comics so it will be based off the show and mythology that surrounds the characters.

Warnings: Blood, violence, make-out scene, dead person, alcohol, consumption of blood, mentions of other TV show characters like in Good Omens, TVD, and Tom Ellis’s Lucifer along with the Sandmans Lucifer, Morpheus cause he is his own warning, eventual smut, slow burn, Hob being the best wingman, Matthew cause why not, Not really enemies to lovers but not friends to lovers, idk.

Summary: Life is a strange thing, so fragile, yet gives us the courage to keep going. It’s what makes us human, after all. Ultimately, we all end up in the same place in the loving embrace of death, helping us move on to the next life, but what happens to those who come back? What happens to the undead? The ones who escaped the clutches of death yet are quite alive? Life is a strange thing; so much to learn, so much to love, and so many dreams to explore, but there is always a price to life, even immortal ones. Mother Nature will always claim what is rightfully hers, and no one, not even the Endless, can say no.

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It was a harsh winter nothing grew; the people were starving, but the brothels were filled to brim with people of all classes. Noble mixing with commoners, lords playing with whores, and men musing about fantasies and dreams far beyond their mortal minds can comprehend. As you sat at the table, men would stare at you not only because you looked to be of Nobel birth but because you were a woman in a brothel in men's clothing. Such a scandal would ruin any woman of any station good thing no one knew your name, only your good friend which you met centuries ago, Hob.

The year was 1589; you had come from France back home to England. The night was unbelievably cold; a regular mortal would catch their death out here, but for you, it was like a windy day in autumn. Spending days on end on a ship with nothing but men and their whores, a breeding ground for disease, it was a long and tiresome trip but being back where it all began brings comfort.

You were walking the cold streets of England when you stumbled upon a brothel, one you had seen many times but could never enter, so you hid in the darkened ally for any poor sod to walk past, and the night would claim its next victim. You could hear the overlapping voice of the men inside, drinking and telling tales from lands far away, but your mind was yelling at you. To hurry, to feed, drink, till your heart desire, so like an animal on the hunt, you would take the next man to exit the brothel.

A few minutes passed when you heard the door open and close. You listed three heartbeats; they spoke of nonsense, the perfect pry. Two of the men walked in the direction of the illuminated street whilst the other headed in your direction.

The hunt has begun. The man was walking in your direction when you stumbled out of your hiding place, pretending to be drunk and bumping into him. “Ooo I–I ssorry how silly of me,” you said, looking so out of it. The man took one look at you and helped you off of him. “It’s quite alright, dear; what is a pretty thing like you doing here all on her lonesome,” he said while caressing your face. You tried to hide the discussed look on your face when he did that. If your veins didn’t feel like sandpaper against you: you would have ripped his arm right off, but beggars can’t be choosers, not in this case.

So you looked up at the man through your lashes with the biggest doe eye you could conquer and said, “Maybe I didn't want to be on my lonesome anymore.” With this, the man looked hungrily at your lips before kissing you. He kissed you passionately; his tongue wanted access to your mouth, so you granted it to him. Unknowingly to him, you were slowly pushing him into the dark ally away from any prying eyes.

As you were kissing him, his hands began to wander. They went up your shirt, and you let the man do this and bit down on his bottom lip as to where it drew blood. Blood filled your mouth, and you pushed back. The man looked at you, so you said, “Oh dear me, I am terribly sorry, I I didn’t mean to.” They responded with, “it’s ok; it’s only blood” “your right. It’s only blood.”

You kissed him once more before landing the killing blow. Your eyes went dark and red where the white is supposed to be, veins popping out from under your eyes, teeth as sharp as daggers ready to eat. You looked into the man's eyes, and before he could scream in horror or do anything, you told him to keep calm, don’t scream, don’t run, just stay still and quiet. With this, you went to the man's neck and sunk your teeth in. You didn’t know if it was the alcohol or the fact that you hadn’t fed in months, but his blood was magnificent, almost euphoric almost, you continued to feed on the man until his heart stopped beating, and you let go.

His lifeless body dropped to the ground, and you took a moment to catch your breath while staring into the sky. You cleaned up your face and turned around to see a man standing there in shock. Shit is all you could think. How much had he seen? Were you so caught up in feeding that you didn’t hear anyone come down this way? You made direct eye contact with the man. His heart was beating out of his chest. Maybe he didn’t see as much as you think. The man backed away slowly and bolted out of there.

SHIT, SHit shit! For a mortal, he can sure run fast, but you're faster, so when he turned the corner thinking he lost you, there you were right behind him.

The man was trying to catch his breath and make a run for it, but you grabbed onto his wrist with such force he had only felt once before. You dragged him into a nearby ally, and he asked, “What are you?” there was much fear in the man's eyes but no surprise. “What I am is none of your concern; better yet, who are you, and why were you watching me?” The man introduced himself as Hob Gadling. “Well, Hob Gadling, why were you watching me?” “Sorry for staring. It’s just I saw your long coat and, um tall menacing figure, so I thought you were my friend I was waiting for.” The look on your face was strained, and he noticed it too. “But I saw you hunched over the man. At first, I thought it was him, then the body fell, and there was blood on your face, and I saw my mistake.” “You think I’m a fool; you think so little of me to tell me such a lie,” you said, backing him into the wall behind him. He wasn’t wrong; you are menacing; nothing is stopping you from killing him, but who did he think you were? Long coat, tall menacing, could it be Elijah, Klaus, Crowley, or maybe Lucifer?

You looked back at the man in the eyes and asked, “Who do you think I am, and be honest; your life may depend upon it.” “I I told you I thought you were my friend; I do not know his name, but we met in that brothel every 100 years for the past 200 years, and he will be there any second, and if I’m not there, he’ll probably kill us both.”

Huh? It couldn’t be any of the originals last I heard; Klaus has three of his siblings daggered in a coffin and Elijah by his side, his voice of reason; not only that, but they're in Bulgaria looking for the Petrova doppelganger. The man was telling the truth; you compelled it out of him. He saw the confusion in your eyes, and he spoke up. “You don’t know who I speak of, do you?”

“Not a chance, I’ll let you go, but first I’ll make you forget this encounter” “What? No” “NO!?” “Want me to say it in Spanish, no!” Who does he think he is? “What makes you think I’ll let you leave with your life?” “I think you and I will be close friends” “Why?” “I’ll tell you in 100 years.” “Huh, 100 years then,” you said with a smug smile, and you walked Hob to the brothel, and before you left, you yelled, “Maybe next time you can buy me a drink or invite me in!” He yelled back. “Very well then.” You smiled and disappeared into the shadows.

You thought this man was mad, or is he telling the truth? I guess will find out in 100 years.

Hob, on the other hand, got there just on time with a few minutes to spare; he sat at the table with a feast when his dreamy friend walked in.

A/N: It's my first time writing anything; sorry if it's not the best, but I'll try to improve my writing with each story. Guessing by the title of the story, there will be a part two for Morpheus has yet to meet our lovely character, and I'll be using the rules from TVD (The vampire diaries) and The Originals to explain the characters' vampirism. Characters from those shows will be mentioned but will not be in the story.

#lord morpheus #the sandman #dream of the endless #netflix the sandman #morpheus x reader #hob gadling #tom sturridge #morpheus x fem!reader #the endless #lord of dreams #the sandman x reader #death of the endless #tvdu #lucifer netflix #lucifer morningstar #ineffable husbands #crowly x aziraphale #neil gaiman

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spiralwriting · 2 years

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Floyd Leech x Introverted! Reader

Third person narrative

Gender neutral

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Everyone has a social battery, and it recharges depending on how many people you interact with and who you surround yourself with during the course of a day. For some, more is better and for others... not so much.

I'm the latter.

Although it's not Because I hate people or interacting with them, it's just so draining having to keep up with more than one person at a time, multiple times a day; it gets exhausting. So, instead of going out with friends and partying late into the night, as many other students here tend to do, I just recline into the cleanest piece of furniture in my dusty dorm and watch a comedy without worrying about people barging in and ruining my comfortable solitude.

Well... Normally that's the case. Sometimes Ace is once again cast from his dorm after another broken rule, often dragging Duece not too far behind. Sometimes it's Epel desperate to escape the clutches of Vil for just one night. These interruptions are regular, but never enough to run me ragged because I didn't get enough alone time before the morning.

Although, I've been more and more fatigued lately, thanks to a certain cunning eel. Floyd Leech: any introvert's worse nightmare and greatest enemy. People like Floyd are the ones that drag you every which way in a futile attempt to quench their boredom, taking pleasure in tormenting quiet kids like me that are too polite to say otherwise. His ability to drain me of any previous energy in the short space of an hour is truly a feat, something he's mastered and something he most definitely enjoys.

Though... I'd be lying if I said he was a complete nuance. Sure, he's erratic and unpredictable, but when his day has been trying and he's on his last thread, mood seemingly beyond repair, he seems to quite enjoy his trips to ramshackle. For once, he's quiet and still, sitting on the opposite end of the couch, head on a clenched fist as he glares daggers at the TV, and that's how he'll remain until the silly show finally cracks a laugh out of him. Then, before we know it, Jade's knocking at the door and dragging Floyd with him to return to Octavinelle for the night, kicking and screaming the whole way out the door as I wave them off and leave to head to bed myself.

How this started, I genuinely don't know, but it's become an almost nightly ritual. He storms in, slamming the door, stomping to the couch and throwing himself down on the dusty cushions. I ask a simple question: 'sit in silence?' and he'll only grunt in return. Every time it happens, it happens in the same predictable way, I'm honestly surprised he hasn't gotten bored of it yet.

I've often wondered why he enjoys our quiet time so much, and I'm left with silly, half-truths that he flings around carelessly. However, it's obvious that Floyd just doesn't want me to know the truth, not willing to be seen as vulnerable, too afraid to be taken advantage of in the same way he's done to many others.

But it's clear that having someone who doesn't reminisce about when he wasn't as fickle as a child like Jade or Azul or doesn't call him selfish and shallow like many others, is a refreshing and welcome change. He just wants someone who merely understands that this is how he is, no way around it and doesn't try to change his mood to fit what they think it should be. Someone who accepts him for him. Someone willing and patient to sit and wait it out with him.

So, I don't let the sharp expression and threatening posture throw me off as I sit with him, simply waiting like I know he wants me to. He appreciates it, that much is clear. It makes him feel human, accepted, seen and most importantly, it makes him feel loved.

And he wouldn't choose to have it any other way.

#floyd leech x reader #twisted wonderland #twst floyd #twst wonderland #twst x reader #floyd leech #floyd #floyd x reader #xreader #drabble #idek how to tag this #disneys twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #octavinelle #twst azul #twst jade

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