#she's my new gym motivation of the year

[tinqwei]

i need to see her kiss women in part 3

#abby anderson #she is bi no one can change my mind #naughty dog im begging you pls make her wlw #like how can you design a lesbian wet dream and make her straight like no way #abby tlou #the last of us 2 #tlou2 #muscular woman #muscular women #i love muscular women #tlou part ii #the last of us part ii #buff women #buff woman #heart eyes #she's my new gym motivation of the year #last year's gym motivation was vi from arcane #abby anderson tlou2

[coochiequeens]

As your bones lose density, the only way you will protect them is by keeping your muscle mass; building strength in middle age is part of what will define the shape and tempo of your old age. “

When 50-year-old Anna Jenkins, the founder of We Are Fit Attitude (Wafa), a woman-only health and fitness club, looked online for images of older women exercising, she was irritated by the pitiful size of the weights: the stock image is of a woman with grey hair lifting a 1kg weight, as if doing so were some kind of milestone. My personal bugbears are the photos in which there is a personal trainer with an expression of infinite patience next to the older woman, as if the latter is weak and half witted.

Stock photos are the internet’s idea of what the world should look like, sets of generic images intended to illustrate articles and advertising, often revealing more worldview than they probably set out to. There are famously a lot of photos of white women laughing near salad, meant for healthy eating content, but also reinforcing inane cheer and self-denial as cornerstones of femininity. If fitness imagery of the young is all about aspiration – six packs, muscle definition and impossible body fat percentages – fitness imagery of older people is almost anti-aspirational. Its message is: “You probably can’t do anything at all, but look over here, there’s a lady managing this tiny thing.”

Jenkins runs the Wafa classes remotely and in person for women ranging from their late 30s to their mid-70s. One Saturday, at a class in Merton, south London, they decided to create a new set of photos, repopulate the ecosystem of stock photographs, so that when you search for “older women exercising”, you will be able to see what that really looks like. “These are proper weights,” says Annette Hinds, 60. “We’re not pussyfooting about.”

Jenkins went into group work and coaching from personal training because she had noticed that, in the gym: “Women would go straight to the cardio machine because they knew how it worked. It’s a frightening environment when you think you don’t belong, when you’re unhappy in your body shape. But they didn’t need more cardio – at 45-plus your body needs strength work. Especially during the menopause. It’s just a fact.”

As your bones lose density, the only way you will protect them is by keeping your muscle mass; building strength in middle age is part of what will define the shape and tempo of your old age. But as Glenda Cooper, 51, who usually does this class remotely five times a week, says, there is more to it than that. “Women at this time of life have parents we’re caring for. I’ve got two kids. You don’t want to take up too much space, you feel invisible anyway, you don’t make time for yourself. It’s so important to have a sense of your own strength, which I think is absent from the rest of our lives.”

The atmosphere is fierce: as Lorraine Turner, 59, says: “I never used to think I was competitive, but later in life, I’ve realised that I am. I get a lot out of it if I push myself more.” Karen Silvestri, 60, remarks archly: “My husband’s a chef so I eat a lot and drink a lot. I still manage to retain this normal shape.”

Palmer’s daughter paid her a compliment on her butt the other day: “She said it wasn’t flat like a lot of women my age.” Downward comparison is very motivating, and it is also fun to watch when people are so unabashed about it.

“We’re a funny bunch, women, aren’t we?” Teresa Klasener, 61, says. She was very active until she got rheumatoid arthritis, then it all hit the skids until she started with Wafa two years ago. “We have all these mental blocks, we don’t prioritise ourselves, but once we’re in a group, we’ll fly.”

Jenkins says: “When I first became a personal trainer, I’d see a lot of women who were yo-yo dieters, and it was often because they were trying to be skinnier than their bodies were meant to be. I think exercise makes you confident in your shape as it is.” That might be the ultimate break with the visual norms of the fitness industry, that these are images of strength and exertion for their own sake, not for how they’ll make you look in spaghetti straps.

“I never knew what people were talking about with the endorphin thing,” Redford says. “And now, I do feel a sense of joy and self-congratulation, knowing that I just fucking went for it.”

#We Are Fit Attitude (WAFA) #Stock images or women #Women and fitness #Women and strength training #Women and aging

[ninapi]

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┊┊┊✧ ⁺ ⁺╚══ Be Mine? ╝

Premise: Destiny can be a fickle thing. One little mistake while dialing a random shop opened a new door for his desolated heart; one he was more than eager to go into.

Word Count: 3985

Note: This is setup in the Kimetsu academy world, just so you know~✨

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Teaching history can get a bit tedious when your students aren’t as interested in the subject as they should be.

Rengoku was a wonderful teacher, loved by all his students, but their grades weren’t as high as he would like, causing the principal to show her concern, specially for the first years. They were lovely kids, always so cheerful, yet they weren’t the smartest or most dedicated around.

The finals were approaching and if they didn’t get at least a B in his test, they would end up failing, making Rengoku extremely anxious.

A great idea popped up in his head a random Wednesday while taking a shower, what if he held some sort of study session for the kids? It’s not like he would tell them exactly what would come out in the test, but he could guide them in the right direction and make sure they know what’s needed before it was too late.

The Kamado family lived on the same block he had his apartment in, so it was decided that weekend they would hold a study session in the Kamado household.

Browsing in his phone the night before, he found a picture of the very much hyped cake he’s been hearing everyone talk about lately, even in the teacher room it was a popular subject.

Since he was devoted to his beloved children, he decided to stop by said cake shop before the session, get some for the kids, that would for sure keep them motivated, they had a lot of studying to do, feeding their brain with highly sugary treats seemed like a good idea, even if a hyper Zenitsu sounded like a double edge sword.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Maps aren’t for everyone.

He tried reading the cute artsy map on their website, but that brought him to an unknown side of his neighborhood, he even found a gym he didn’t know it existed with his morning adventure, yet the cake shop was nowhere to be seen.

He then tried looking for the address in his actual maps app, turns out he was walking in the complete opposite direction. But even following every step, it kept recalculating the best route and he just didn’t know what to do with himself.

He happened to know Kocho sensei had been at the place a week before, so he tried dialing her and asking for directions, yet she was taken there by car and her boyfriend wasn’t picking up his phone, so she didn’t know how to help him.

He asked around the area, an old lady told him to turn right and walk for five minutes, then a guy walking his dog told him he didn’t have to turn right but left, so he had to go back to where he started, it was getting hot outside and he’d been walking for over an hour at this point, still cakeless.

That’s when it occurred to him that there must be a phone number somewhere in their website, he’d just give them a call, the workers should be able to give him directions, and if that failed, he would just take a taxi.

Finding the number was easier than he expected, making him innerly scold himself for not seeing it sooner, things could have been way easier if he had called in from the start.

Though, the sun was at it’s highest point by now and 8’s and 9’s look about the same to everyone in the morning sun.

A lovely voice could be heard on the other side of the line making him perk up, you sounded like a nice person, you should be able to help him, he was certain.

His overstimulated self didn’t even notice your lack of branding on the call, in all truth he should have noticed but he was just desperate.

“Hello?” you didn’t really answer unknown numbers, but you were waiting for a package and thought the post guy could have gotten lost as usual.

“Hi! My name is Rengoku Kyojuro, I’m trying to get to the shop so I can get one of those ice cream cakes, you know the fancy one that looks like a unicorn? My students have been raving about it for weeks now, but it appears I’m lost. To be honest I don’t know where I am, but I can see a fried chicken shop called “Suzy’s” and there’s a pretty bench with a line of trees on the other side of the street, do you perhaps know where I am and how I can get to the shop?”

You were so confused; you were positive this was the first time you’ve heard this man’s name in your life. Oddly enough, you did know the cake he was mentioning, you’ve been going to that cake shop since it opened a few years back and it ended up being your favorite place for sweets, you even got one of those unicorn cakes for you and your friends last week. And even more weird was the fact that your best friend worked at Suzy’s as a part time last summer, so you didn’t only know where he was, but also knew how to get to the cake shop from there. Even if you didn’t know the guy, you’ve been lost a couple of times in your life and wished someone could help you back then, a helping hand wouldn’t hurt, is not like you were busy at the moment.

“Oh you’re almost there, walk over to the bench. You see the side street behind the tree line?” he was following your instructions, a smile on his face as he finally saw the light.

“I see it yes, I also see a clothing store on the corner.”

“Yes! That’s it. Ok, just walk a bit further in the alley, the shop is pink and has a cupcake sign hanging from it’s door.” walking silently, he was taking in every shop while he heard you breathe on the other line, you sounded like a wonderful person, he was excited to meet you.

“I see it! Thank you so much! I’ll see you in a second!”

“Oh, I don’t work there! I just happened to know the shop you were looking for.” you chuckled awkwardly hoping the random stranger wouldn’t be weirded out by you. Not like the opinion of a random guy mattered to you, but somehow you wished he didn’t think you were weird.

His feet stopped on their own accord, disappointment painting his handsome features. He was so excited to meet the cute sounding girl in the other side of the line, now, that was a bummer.

“So you used your precious time to help a person in need just like that? I was right, you sounded like a wonderful woman.” for an unknown reason, your ears burned at the same time as your cheeks flushed bright pink, your free hand idly playing with a lock of your hair in a shyness display, good thing he wasn’t looking at you right now.

“I’m no such thing, just wanted to lend a hand to a very dedicated teacher. I wish my teachers were like that when I was in school.” giggling, you sat on the edge of your bed, holding a pillow to your chest.

“Hahaha yeah well my students are very special, wish you could meet them they are awesome kids, they deserve even more than an ice cream cake.”

“Hey that’s not just ‘any’ ice cream cake, ok? People lined up for hours just to get it when it came out.”

For some reason Rengoku kept smiling brightly, resting his back on the wall next to the shop’s door, yet not blocking the way out. “I know it’s a special cake don’t worry, that’s why I wanted to get it for them, so they could be motivated.”

“See? Gosh I wish I could go back in time and make you my teacher. All my teachers were old and strict, I almost got expelled once for going to school with red shoes, but they were so pretty I wanted my friends to see them.” why were you telling all this to a random stranger?

“That’s why I became a teacher, you know? I wanted the school experience to be more beneficial and overall, a good memory for the youth instead of nightmare material.” even more weird, why was he following the conversation through, wasn’t he supposed to buy the damn cake and hurry back? It was almost time for the kids to arrive.

“I’m sure your students will appreciate it. I don’t want you to be late on my account though, I’m glad I was able to help! Hope you enjoy the cake! It pairs fantastically with a strong coffee.” even if he was disappointed the call was getting shortened, he still couldn’t stop smiling, it was starting to hurt his face.

“Oh really? I’ll get a coffee for myself on the way then. Thanks for the recommendation and for being such a genuinely caring person. You’ve helped me a great deal today.” without much hesitation he finished the call once goodbyes were shared.

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It’s been three hours since Rengoku arrived at the Kamado residence.

The kids were now taking a short break from studying, enjoying the treat their lovely teacher brought for them.

Tanjiro wanted a picture to commemorate the day, a little token of the promise of moving towards the next school year with his friends.

The picture ended up being super funny, Nezuko volunteered to take it so he would be able to join his students. It was very much a representation of who they were, Inosuke was chewing on Zenitsu’s ear after a piece of cake flew over there with his harsh way of eating, Zenitsu wailing in tears, Tanjiro had an apologetic smile on his face while Genya had a disgusted expression on his face, rage radiating from his body. Rengoku seating on the middle, holding his plate and smiling lovingly at his students.

Tanjiro sent the picture to everyone and promised to print copies later on, he really liked taking pictures and collecting the happy moments he spent with his friends and family.

This gave Rengoku a wild idea.

He just couldn’t get you out of his head, he wanted to keep talking to you but couldn’t find a valid reason to call you again, so seeing the picture being this funny, he decided to send it to you via text.

‘Made it safely to the little monsters. See? They’re special.’

Your screen lit up instantly, the notification startling you. It’s not like you saved his number, but you remembered the last four digits, you knew it was from him and it had an attachment.

At first it freaked you out, what if it was a bunch of nudes? Or what if he was some kind of psycho trying to lure you in.

But he sounded like a lovely man, it wouldn’t hurt opening the message, the worse it could happen would be seeing some dick, blocking someone is rather easy these days.

Thankfully the picture was nothing of the sort but the cutest thing you’ve seen that day. His fiery locks were a sight to behold, and the children did look like a handful but also seemed to get along very well.

‘I’m glad. I see you got the coffee too. Delicious, isn’t it?’

Your reply came in faster than he imagined, the kids were now discussing the Sengoku period and their bloody battles when his teacher beamed brightly, his eyes sparkling with excitement, his face didn’t match the descriptions given by the man terrifying his students just a tiny bit.

“Sensei, is the Demon King this amusing to you?” Zenitsu was quivering behind Tanjiro, the horrified tale was enough to frighten the poor boy but the look of amusement in his teacher’s face was even more scary as he described the kills with great details.

“I- no sorry, I just got a text and got distracted. Please read the battle on page 31 and write a comprehensive description on your own words, I will check it in half an hour.” groans could be heard from everywhere in the room, he felt sorry for his students, but he had something important to attend to.

‘It was fantastic, I almost felt bad for the kids that can’t drink it yet, it really enhanced the flavor.’

‘It does! You gotta try their donuts too, they’re delightful, especially the ones stuffed with cream cheese.’

‘Oh, you like cream cheese? I do too. I should go check them out, let me know when you’re stopping by the shop, I could buy you a cup of coffee as appreciation for all your help.’ the shop was a very transited place, and you were a regular there, seemed like a safe environment to meet a random stranger without getting killed.

Yet, it was still too early for that, he would have to work harder if he wanted to meet you.

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You two have been chatting non-stop for the last couple of weeks, turns out you had lots in common not just your love for sweets and coffee, but also your hobbies were similar, your plans for the future seemed to align, both wanted kids, a big house in a quiet neighborhood, a dog. Both wanted to travel before settling down, to see the world.

Talking with you was fun, it was the highlight of every day for Rengoku and a couple nights back he got the courage to video call you.

You were getting dressed for bed when he called you, freaking you out as your top was very much not on you just yet.

He thought you didn’t want to see him as you weren’t answering the call and he knew you were online, but you ended up accepting the call and showing him your bathroom ceiling while you finished getting dressed, causing a fit of chuckles to come out of him.

He was stunned by how beautiful you were, he was aware that you might not be his type, physically at least, but he was so interested in you in a not so friendly way by now that he just didn’t care, he had to see your face, he needed to put a face to that beautiful voice that keeps him awake at night, wanted to get lost in your eyes, but he didn’t expect you to be more than his type, you were a fine woman, lovely face, beautiful smile, definitely more than eye candy too as you were very smart and had a fantastic genuine personality.

The whole package.

Right now, he was sitting on his desk, grading some papers. Texts coming and going discussing the time for your meeting this afternoon. It would be the first time you’d both see each other in real life, and you were both just as excited as you were worried.

Kanae was staring at him from her own desk, a knowing smirk on her face. “Rengoku-kun, didn’t know you were dating~” this got Sanemi’s and Giyu’s attention. Nobody knew about this, not even his little brother did.

“Oh, ehm. I am not. Not yet at least.” his goofy grin couldn’t be contained, he was happy, finally going to meet his dream woman in person, but what if he chose the wrong shirt today? He tried them all out and went for the pale mint one he was currently wearing, a matching tie and a new pair of shoes, still a bit uncertain, maybe he should have gone for a relaxed fit, what if you didn’t like the professional look? There were still many things he didn’t know about you.

“Bullshit, why would he have a girlfriend when I don’t.” Sanemi was grumbling on the background, stretching on his own chair, displeased by the news.

“Well to start off, he isn’t a dickheaded asshole like you are.” Giyuu got up from his desk, glaring over at the very angry looking math teacher as he headed back to his class.

“Don’t listen to him Shinazugawa. You are a great man, I’m sure a lucky lady will appear sooner or later.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever.”

“So, are you meeting her later? I noticed you’re wearing new shoes.” this woman, she notices everything.

“I am, yes. We are having a coffee date, she wants me to try these famous donuts.” his smile was dripping honey, making Kanae return it with an adoring expression. She truly wants all her coworkers to find love the way she did, to be happy and have a bright future filled with love.

“Oh from the cake shop! I’ve had them before, they’re great. Treat her well, Kyo-chan. I wanna meet her already! Do you think she would want to come to my wedding? Here, give her an invitation, you can both come together! I’ll make sure she catches the flowers.” her giddy self made Rengoku chuckle as he tucked the little envelope in his bag.

“I will pass on the message, see you guys tomorrow, I had only morning classes today.” he got up, not before checking himself out in Kanae’s mirror a few too many times.

He was ready for this.

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You were already waiting for him when he arrived at the shop, dressed beautifully, a true piece of art, that’s what you were.

He couldn’t contain his blush; with rosy cheeks and a wide smile he walked over to you with determination. “(Y/N)! Did you wait long? Sorry, there was traffic.”

“Kyojuro-san! I just got here myself, don’t worry.” his hand reached for yours almost as a reflex, yet you didn’t pull away making his smile grow even wider in realization, it wasn’t just him, you wanted this as much as he did.

He was taller and broader than you imagined, his cologne spicy and a little addictive.

The donuts were delicious as well as the coffee, but what made the day one to remember was the company.

You’ve never laughed this much in all your life, he just knew how to press your buttons for you to try things out of your comfort zone and was just so relaxing to be around him, not even a stressing day at work could have overpowered those feelings.

And he felt just that as well, all the nerves from the previous night and basically the entirety of his morning, were all forgotten. He was delighted by your company, your smile tasted even better than the donuts, he wanted to see that smile possibly until the end of times.

A weird thing life is.

He never expected to find someone so wonderful, let alone have that with someone he randomly met by dialing the wrong number.

Your first date went great, after your coffee break you walked along the riverbanks holding hands, enjoying the view of the sun hiding among the dark waters. Even if you weren’t doing anything particularly interesting it felt like you had just won the lottery. You both felt so comfortable with each other, it felt like he could just tell you anything and you would accept it, even forgive him if it was something bad. You were all he ever dreamed of having in a potential partner, besides brains and beauty you were funny, interesting, sensitive, understanding, he had to pinch himself a couple of times during the day just to confirm once more that he wasn’t dreaming.

“So I have this coworker, Shinazugawa, he’s a good guy but so prickly, I feel bad for him, I wish he would find a lovely lady like yourself one day, someone that could make him happy.” you let a fake gasp out, a horrified look on your face, “Are you trying to set him up with me, Kyojuro-san? I thought we….” panicking, he held both of your hands, his eyes trained on yours almost irradiating fire out of them, “Never! I was just thinking about how much of a wonderful day today was and I felt bad for a friend that’s all! I would never!” you let out a cute giggling sound, unable to hold your act. “Oh my God, were you joking? I almost hyperventilate, I thought I screwed everything up!” he was now laughing along with you, his fingers lacing through yours.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help it.”

“It’s ok, I actually like that about you. Everyone’s usually pretty serious around me, I know they treat me with respect, but I like how this feels, not having to keep up with the ‘perfect example’ a teacher must give at all times facade, being able to just be me, I didn’t know I needed this but seems like I do.” rubbing the back of his hand with your thumb, you smiled up at him, resting your head on his shoulder as you both enjoyed the last remaining rays of sunshine of the day.

“I like it too, I didn’t know I could laugh so much in just one day, my stomach got cramped and all.” chuckling, he rested his head on top of yours, the day was about to come to an end, and he wanted to savor it as much as possible.

“I’m glad you think that way, I’m also glad that you gave the strange man that filled your phone with random messages, a chance.”

“How could I not when he wasn’t just a fantastic person but also pretty cute?” he looked down at you in shock, he’s heard many things about himself throughout the years, but being called cute by someone as cute as yourself threw him spiraling into another dimension.

The way your eyes sparkled up at him, how your pretty lashes framed your eyes to perfection, how your soft looking lips called upon him like a moth to a light bulb, he just couldn’t hold himself back anymore, diving in to press his lips gently against yours while caging your face between his large hands. The kiss started out slowly, tentative, he wasn’t sure if you wanted this or not, but the eagerness behind your actions set a blaze the flames of his heart to its max. One of his hands slid down your body, resting first on your arm, then on your waist; his lips would leave the warmth of your own to travel down your neck, your jawline, your eyelids even, just to return to the safety of your lips every so often.

You weren’t sure how long you stood there bathing in each other’s passionate love, but by the time you were a panting, disheveled mess, the sun was very much asleep, the moon as high on the sky as it would be for the night, the stars twinkling above you, making the dream-like experience even more unreal.

“Is it like too soon to take you to my place?”

Laughing together you embarked in yet another new adventure, one where two end up being just one, where life lessons turn their profit, where emotional gain outweighed the stress of mundane life.

Rengoku Kyojuro now had a girlfriend, but not just any girlfriend, one he could see himself sharing the rest of his life with.

So next time, maybe pick up your phone even if you don’t recognize the number calling~

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Nina's side note: The red shoes story actually happened to me irl, we had strict uniform rules, just thought it would be fun to add it to the story lol.

Masterlist More to this series

#kny rengoku #fluff #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba fanfic #demon slayer hashira #demon slayer #demon slayer x you #demon slayer fanfic #demon slayer x y/n #kimetsu no yaiba rengoku #rengoku kyōjurō #rengoku x reader #rengoku x y/n #kimetsu rengoku #rengoku kyojuro #kimetsu academy

[jasontoddsmommyissues]

Unsmooth Operator

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Femme!Reader

Summary: It’s summer in Hawkins and Eddie finds himself caught up on the cute girl working at the record store in the mall

Warnings: Reader uses she/her pronouns, brief mentions of sexual content (nothing sexual actually happens), swearing, potentially lethal levels of adorableness 

A/N: First of all, sorry it’s been so long since I posted my last fic. My poor little ADHD self is a slow writer, I’m afraid. But anyway, I kind of wrote this as a sort of prequel to my Henderson!Reader fic, but there’s no direct mention of Reader being related to anyone, so you can either read it as that or not. Also, special thanks to Mr. Joseph Quinn for confirming that Eddie Munson has no game. 

My Master List | Ao3

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It’s June in Hawkins and the summer heat has already grown practically unbearable. The shitty window A/C unit Eddie’s been using has finally crapped out, and in the heat of the day the trailer is approximately the temperature of the sun. Mercifully, he’s found a sweet, air conditioned refuge in the newly built Starcourt mall, a temple to 20th century decadence and consumerism that also happens to be a very pleasant temperature inside. 

Jeff and Gareth are tagging along today, which is fun except for the quick pit stop they had to make at the homegoods store so Gareth could pick up some new linens for his mom. They’ve finished that now, though, and Eddie’s already got their next destination in mind. 

“I’m gonna do it”, Gareth insists as they go, “I’m gonna get a tattoo.”

“Your mom would kill you”, Jeff replies.”remember when she caught you smoking? I thought she wasn’t going to let us see you ever again after that.”

“It’s different now”, Gareth tells him, “I’m 16. I’m gonna be a junior. It’s time I make my own choices, you know?”

“Good luck with that”, Jeff laughs. 

“Let’s hit the record store next”, Eddie cuts in, “I want to pick up the new Bob Dylan album for Wayne.”

“More like you wanna see the cute girl working the register”, Jeff teases.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”, Eddie retorts, desperately hoping his cheeks aren’t actually turning as red as he thinks they are.

In truth, he does have an ulterior motive for wanting to go to the record store, and it is you. You’ve been going to Hawkins High for the past three years, but admittedly Eddie had never really been more than vaguely aware of your existence until this past semester, when you two had PE together. He had this routine he’d do where he would imitate the gym teacher when the man wasn’t looking, and it never failed to elicit a giggle from you. One day Eddie noticed how cute you looked when you laughed and well, he’s been a little bit stuck on you ever since. 

“Why don’t you just ask her out?” Gareth comments, as if it’s just that easy.

Sweet, naive Gareth. Maybe for guys like Steve Harrington it’s that easy, but Eddie isn’t Steve Harrington. Gareth wasn’t there for Eddie’s early high school days. He wasn’t there during Eddie’s sophomore year when two hot juniors decided to prank him by convincing him their cheerleader friend was “super into him” or his junior year when he invited that girl from drama club to join Hellfire and she laughed out loud at him. Most girls don’t even want to be seen with Eddie “the Freak” Munson, let alone date him. 

“Jeff’s talking out of his ass”, Eddie lies, “come on, let’s go.”

You are, of course, there at the counter when they walk in, and oh God, is that an Iron Maiden shirt you’re wearing? Fuck, as if he couldn’t be more into you. 

“Um, Eddie, you good dude?” Gareth asks him and he realizes he’s stopped right there in the entrance of the store, just staring at you. He quickly turns away and walks the rest of the way into the store, thankful that you’re currently checking out a customer and probably didn’t notice him ogling you like a total weirdo. 

Admittedly, this may not have been a good idea, at least if he wants to convince Jeff and Gareth he’s not into you. He quickly grabs a Bob Dylan tape and starts making for the door, desperate to just get out of there and spare himself anymore humiliation.

“Um, you gonna pay for that?” Jeff asks and fuck. He’s shoplifted before but he’s not interested in getting barred from the record store, so he’s not gonna risk it today. 

“Right”, he mutters and then he forces himself to go up to the counter. 

He feels like his heart is going to explode in his chest when he walks up and you flash him that brilliant smile of yours.

“Hi, Eddie”, you greet and his eyes grow wide because you know his name. Well, obviously you did, you had a class together, but it just sounds so good coming from your mouth that he momentarily ceases to function. 

“Did you need help with something?” you ask after a moment.

“What?” Eddie asks, “oh no. Just um, just this.”

He sets the tape on the counter and you grab it to ring it up.

“Dylan”, you comment as you do, “not your usual fare.”

“It’s for my uncle”, Eddie explains, “he’s a big fan.”

“Cool”, you say, “I like your vest by the way. Dio. Nice.”

Well, that’s it. It’s over. Eddie’s done for. 

“That’ll be $6.30”, you say.

“Oh, right money”, Eddie sputters and fishes a ten out of his pocket. He knows Jeff and Gareth are standing nearby, watching this all play out and probably laughing with each other about it. He’s definitely never living this down.

“You want a bag”, you ask as you finish gathering his change. 

“Oh, I um, I guess”, he replies, not actually processing the question. You hand him his change, then place the tape in a bag and slide it over to him. He goes to grab it, and because he’s not at all paying attention to anything but you, inadvertently sends the display of Beach Boy tapes sitting on the counter tumbling to the floor.

“Oh shit”, he hisses, “oh fuck, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay”, you reply, coming around the counter, “I keep telling Doug he shouldn’t put that stuff so close to the register.”

You bend down to start picking up the tapes and years worth of Wayne’s lectures on behaving like a gentleman come flooding back to Eddie, so he quickly follows suit.

“Let me help you”, he says.

“Thanks”, you say and you’re smiling again and Eddie kind of wants to die. 

With the two of you, it doesn’t take long to get everything cleaned up and back in order. 

“I’m really sorry”, Eddie says again as you make your way back behind the counter, and then before he can stop himself, he blurts, “maybe I could make it up to you somehow?”

“What?” you ask, clearly unsure of what he means.

“I mean like, maybe I could buy you a-a coffee or something sometime”, he stammers.

You peer at him for a moment, and he braces for the inevitable rejection he’s about to endure.

“I like ice cream”, you say, “if you meet me here at 3 tomorrow, you can buy me some ice cream and we’ll call it even.”

Maybe Eddie’s already dead and this is heaven. That or he’s being punked somehow. Either way, he stands there like an idiot for a second, trying to process that you just suggested the two of you meet for ice cream. 

“Um okay”, he says.

“Cool”, you grin, “see you then.”

“Right”, he says, “see you then.”

And then he’s swiping his bag from the counter and stiffly making his way back to Jeff and Gareth, his body still trapped in a state of shock.

“So”, Jeff prompts, “what was all that?”

“I um, I think I’m meeting her for ice cream tomorrow”, Eddie informs them. 

The two younger boys exchange glances, mouths stretching into a matching pair of shit eating grins. 

“Talking out of my ass, huh?” Jeff teases.

“Shut up”, Eddie snaps, “I’m just being polite okay? It’s not like a date or anything.”

“Sure it isn’t”, Gareth replies smugly. 

“Whatever”, Eddie huffs and the others know not to continue the conversation, even if they spend the rest of the afternoon exchanging amused glances at each other.

-

Eddie waits until he’s back at the trailer to let everything sink in. When it does, he feels a vague sense of panic washing over him. 

Embarrassing as it is, Eddie’s never had a real, serious girlfriend before. Hell, aside from a brief flirtation with Tammy Thompson that ended in a very awkward hand job in the school parking lot, he’s never really had any experience with girls (or boys for that matter) at all. And Tammy was the one that initiated that. He wasn’t even really into her, he was just desperate for some sort of female attention. 

You, though, he is into you. Very, very much into you. And he has no idea what the hell he’s supposed to do or say. He finally, finally has a chance to go out with his dream girl, and he’s almost certainly going to say something wrong and scare you off like pretty much everyone he’s ever been into. 

He wonders what the weather in Wisconsin is like this time of year, because he’s halfway to hopping in his van and heading there now, never to be seen or heard from in Hawkins, Indiana again.

Then again, maybe he’s over thinking it. It’s not like the word “date” ever came up in your conversation. Maybe this really is just him paying you back for his clumsiness, and afterwards you won’t even spare him a second thought. In the end, he figures that whatever the case, he’s not just going to leave you high and dry, so he has no choice but to go. 

-

Eddie shows up outside the record store at 2:45 the next day. He stands there awkwardly, fiddling with his rings and secretly hoping that you don’t show up and he doesn’t have to deal with all of this.

No such luck though, you appear exactly at 3, looking as cute as ever in your jean skirt. 

“Hey”, you greet and Eddie momentarily forgets how to speak.

“Hey”, he repeats, unable to formulate a coherent enough thought to do anything but copy your greeting.

“You ready to go?” you ask and he nods. 

The record store is a fair bit away from Scoops Ahoy, and for probably the first time in his life, Eddie finds himself unsure of what exactly to say. Thankfully, you take the lead.

“So, have you heard Megadeth’s album?” you ask, “I got it the first day it came out and I love it.”

“Me too”, Eddie says, and he can feel himself being knocked out of his stupor then, “you know, my friends and I have a metal band.”

“Really?” you ask.

“Yeah”, he tells you, “we perform Wednesdays at the Hideout, if you ever want to come see us.”

“I’ll keep that in mind”, you smile and Eddie thinks his heart momentarily stops. 

Walking into Scoops Ahoy with you by his side is an almost unreal experience. You and him go up to the counter and Steve Harrington is there in his little sailor suit that Eddie almost feels sorry that he’s forced to wear. 

“Hey Steve”, you greet.

“Hey Y/N”, Steve replies, and then he notices that Eddie’s with you and he gets this super confused look on his face. 

“So, uh, get whatever you want I guess”, Eddie says.

Once you two have ordered and gotten your ice cream, you eat it while idly wandering around the mall, just chatting about anything and everything. Eddie, as always, is frequently cracking jokes, and God is it mesmerizing to see the way you laugh in response. 

It’s quite the disappointment when you’re finishing your ice cream and you’re bidding him farewell. 

He knows he has to at least try to see you again so he tests the waters with a quick “that was fun, we should do it again sometime.”

“I’d like that”, you smile.

“Awesome”, he replies.

“Here”, you say, rooting around in your purse, “give me your hand.”

He obliges, and you produce a pen, which you use to scribble something onto his outstretched hand.

“What’s this?” he asks.

“My number”, you reply, “call me tonight or tomorrow?”

“Sure”, he tells you. 

“Great”, you say, “I’ll see you, Eddie.”

“See you”, he says, hoping he doesn’t sound as absolutely lovesick to you as he does to himself. 

You flash him one final smile before departing, and he just stands there awkwardly for a second, watching as you go. Once you’ve disappeared from sight and he’s snapped out of his trance, he peers down at the numbers you’d scrawled onto his hand. He has to remind himself that it’d be weird to get them tattooed onto himself permanently. He can’t believe that it worked. You went on a date with him, in public, and didn’t care if you were seen together. You laughed at his jokes. You gave him his number and asked to see him again. You liked him. 

The trailer is as unbearably hot as ever when he returns, but for once, he doesn’t care. He’s too excited to call you later and hopefully set up another date. 

#stranger things #eddie munson #feral raccoon boy #nikki's fic library #nikki writes #eddie x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x femme!reader #stranger things fan fiction #eddie munson x reader #eddie x you #stranger things fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x y/n #eddie x y/n #eddie x femme!reader #eddie munson x reader fluff #god i hate tagging #also my boss has a bit of Sade obsession if you're wondering about the title

[onlycosmere]

What book sequel are you STILL waiting for? 

marsh642: It's been weeks since Brandon Sanderson released a book. I hope he's doing ok /s

PattableGreeb: One day I hope to be like that guy output-wise. Not necessarily in terms of volume, but like, the sheer ability to just get into it and commit without much fuss.

erossthescienceboss: I’m a writer, and deeply envy his ability to work within a schedule and use his time. Has he ever experienced writers’ block? At all? Like, I’m in nonfiction — I don’t even do creative writing! Yet so often, it’s like pulling teeth.

Bird by Bird by Anne Lamott is a great book for those of us prone to writers’ block and procrastination (I related to Anne’s writing struggles deeply, and often wonder if she has undiagnosed ADHD) but I’d love to read a Sanderson guide to Actually Writing and Getting Shit Done.

Brandon Sanderson: I'd say that what you do, in nonfiction, is a different beast than what I do. I find nonfiction like pulling teeth too, sometimes!

Of course, fiction can be like that too. I do experience writer's block, but I am fortunate in several ways. One is that I managed to build a very good work ethic during my unpublished years, one I was mostly able to maintain after going professional. I also found a multitude of strategies for dealing with writer's block that have been helpful.

Once in a while, a book just doesn't work, though, and I DO abandon it and get into a funk for a while.

Simple guide for me is:

1) Make manageable goals.

2) Write consistently, and develop habits. Long hours are not as good as consistent hours. Crunching on a book burns you out. Instead, I follow the Stephen King method of shooting for around 2k words a day.

3) If I get into a funk, write anyway, planning to throw those words away. Then re-read them the next day and see if they are actually terrible, or if I was in a funk. Most common result if the words are bad is this: writing them gives my brain something to fix, and it does, giving me a new scene to try. But if I just stop, and don't write the bad words, I get stuck.

4) In emergencies, having something fun and different to work on can give a breather. This is where the Secret Projects came from.

Good luck! Don't know if that helps, but I hope it's at least interesting.

xXCoffeeCreamerXx: Step 2 is where I get caught up. I know I need to build good habits, but I simply can’t get started/stay consistent enough to form those habits. So is there a tip 1.25, 1.5, 1.75?

Brandon Sanderson: There is, but it's unfortunately not going to be quite as useful. That's the step that is most likely to be the tough one, but diagnosing what is causing it is a little like trying to diagnose a disease from a headache. Basically anything can cause you to have trouble building the habits, and so general advice is tougher to give. The solution will really depend on your personal psychology.

How have you built other habits? What motivates you? (Loaded question, I know.) An easy trick is to put your writing time just before or after something you do every week already, and don't have trouble remembering to do. Have a weekly raid with the WoW team? Add writing in before it for two hours. Go to the gym on a Saturday? Build a playlist of mood music for your story, imagine it while there, then stop at a library/cafe always on the way home and write for a few hours as part of the weekly routine.

Involving others in your life can help. Telling them your goals, and getting their buy-in to make you responsible. Starting/joining a writing group (which isn't for everyone, mind you, but works for some of us) so you have a responsibility to submit can work too, depending on if you're the type who will fill bad not having something to share each week after you promised to do so.

Like the cafe suggestion above, a lot of people have more success building a habit if it's something they go out and do--rather than something they do at home, particularly if you're trying to write in a space where you ordinarily relax.

But really, there's a WHOLE lot going on inside of us in regards to motivation, and the individual brain brew is unique to us all. I am helped by keeping a spreadsheet of work done, so I can watch the numbers count up and see my progress. Others I know need a stick or a carrot. Others work on a yearly habit (writing during the summers as a teacher, for example) rather than a weekly one.

And all of that is assuming you're not avoiding writing for other reasons, such as performance anxiety, fear of the blank page, or a sense that something's wrong with your story you don't know how to fix.

Best of luck. Like I said, the advice here might not be as good/relevant as either of us would like. But maybe there's something in it you can take away.

#writing advice #long post #brandon sanderson #cfsbf #root #branderson

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Gym Bitch

Maddy was nervous about her first day at the gym. She was very self conscious about her body and how overweight she was. She wanted to loose weight for years but had never had the confidence to join a gym. She just knew that there would be men and women there in peak physical form who would look at her with disgust.

The only thing that convinced her this time to actually take the plunge was this guarantee this new gym that opened near her had. Alpha Gym promised weight loss after one session or money back. Maddy didn’t really believe that it could work but she couldn’t turn down an offer like that.

However as she stepped across the gym floor and she felt the eyes on her, judging her, she was regretting taking the gym up on their offer. It didn’t help that the outfit the gym provided to her as part of her membership was too small for her but it was a requirement for attending the gym.

“Ok just 30 minutes and then I can leave. Come on Maddy you can do this.” She said to herself trying to pump herself up. She started small by picking up some light weights and doing arm curls. Each rep felt good. Even better than good. Her body felt tingly as she did more.

“Yessss keep going, you’ll be looking great in no time.” A voice in her head whispered. She didn’t know where it came from but she was too much in the zone to care. Nor did she notice the weight practically drop off her by the minute.

She was so distracted that the only thing that broke her from her excercise was her alarm going off, signalling 30 minutes had past. Stopping her routine she put the weights back and did a double take in the mirror seeing how much weight she had just lost.

“Oh my god! I look so much better already. How is this possible?” She said to herself as she turned to see how more defined her body now was. It wasn’t anywhere near the same as the gym bunnies surrounding her but it was far better than when she walked in.

Satisfied with her progress, she picked up her bag to leave. However as she made for the door she heard the voice inside her head return. “You can’t stop now, think of how much hotter you could be in another 30 minutes.”

Almost in a trance Maddy found herself nodding in agreement and walk back onto the gym floor and head for a treadmill.

Maddy hopped on the treadmill, feeling a mix of determination and excitement. Her inner voice was urging her on, fueling her with newfound motivation. She started with a brisk walk, feeling the burn in her legs and the sweat forming on her forehead. The minutes flew by as she gradually increased the speed.

"You've got this, Maddy! Push yourself a little more don’t you want to be hot? Don’t you want to be desired?" The voice encouraged, becoming her cheerleader. And she did just that. Maddy increased the intensity, transitioning from a walk to a jog. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her body responding to the challenge.

Maddy continued her intense workout on the treadmill, the voice in her head growing more persistent, its tone filled with a desire for sex appeal and power. It whispered seductively, "Imagine how irresistible you'll be with a tight, slim body. People will fall at your feet, granting you the power to do whatever you want."

Her pulse quickened, not just from the physical exertion but also from the intoxicating idea of possessing such influence. The vision of a transformed, beautiful version of herself fueled her determination. As she pushed harder on the treadmill, her body began to slim down once again, but not everything. Her breasts started to instead grow larger, fuller and rounder. They hung on her frame perfectly. Her butt grew more curvaceous and plump.

Maddy stepped off the treadmill, her heart still racing with excitement and a newfound sense of power as she looked at herself in the mirror. She couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through her veins, nor the allure of the confidence that beauty seemed to bestow upon her. She took a long while looking at her reflection.

The gym clothes she had lamented just an hour ago as too tight now clung to her body perfectly. Her butt and tits filled out the outfit like a dream and she giggled to herself as she cheekily slapped one of her ass cheeks, loving how it jiggled. She now looked better than she even had done before and yet as she saw all the gym bunnies around her either flirt with the hunky gym bros or be their objects of desired, she suddenly craved more.

"I want that power," Maddy whispered to herself, her voice echoing in her mind. She craved the ability to command attention, to have her desires met effortlessly, and to shape her own destiny.

She spent the next few hours trying every machine in the building. Each new exercise improved her physically, in ways she expected and in many ways she didn’t. She never knew exercise could give her long manicured nails or could tan her skin or could thicken and lighten her hair but by the time she was done for the day she had all that and more.

Each new change was met by the voice in her head twisting her ideals, her attitude and her desires.

“Sexy nails for a sexy bitch. Designed to sink into a muscular back.”

“Imagine how good your body will be in a swimsuit on a beach? You’ll have men flocking to you.”

“Blonde hair is eye catching, not invisible like brown. A well timed hair flick can be alluring and bratty at the same time.”

She posed for a long time in the mirror, marvelling at how good she looked. If she knew it could be this easy she would have gone years ago. In fact a growing resentment was growing in her mind for the woman she used to be and all women like her.

“Dumb fat whales like you used to be are pathetic losers who will never amount to anything. You’re so much better than them.” The voice hissed in her head. Maddy felt like she should argue with the voice but the results spoke for themselves. She was now a goddess, it’s not her fault if everyone else couldn’t get on her level.

“Fucking idiots don’t deserve what I have.” Maddy said to herself in a bitchy tone.

A rising level of arrogance enveloped her the longer she took in her reflection. Her idea of self worth was through the roof as she took selfie after selfie. Maybe she would even do a workout video tomorrow to show all the fattys how easy it was to be hawt. Or maybe she would make a video shaming them. She couldn’t wait for the attention.

As she packed up her things and made her way to the door she took out her swipe card and nearly wretched at the image of herself that was laminated on. Turning back she marched up to reception.

“How can I help you miss?” The pretty receptionist asked.

“Something screwed up when you guys made my gym ID, I want to use a new picture.” Maddy said in a bitchy tone that dropped with bratty attitude. The receptionist took the ID and looked at the picture.

“Of course miss, this is unacceptable. Let me take another picture right now.” The woman said and Maddy posed effortlessly, the camera loving her.

“Stunning. I’ll make that change right away miss. Would you like to make any other changes?” The receptionist asked. Maddy was about to say no when the voice in her heard offered a hot suggestion.

“Yes. My first name should be Madison, not that childish Maddy as it currently says.” Madison said with a smirk to herself. Even on her own lips the name sounded perfect. The receptionist made the changes and handed Madison the new ID.

Madison strolled out of the gym finally for the first time in hours obsessed with her new ID. She felt like a new woman and was for intents and purposes. She was so distracted she walked right into someone. Looking up annoyed she saw it was a larger woman in workout gear about to head inside to the gym.

“Watch where you’re going fatty.” She snarled at the poor woman.

“I-I’m sorry I didn’t see you.” She woman sheepishly replied.

“I’m surprised you can see anything over that fucking gut of yours. Haha are you actually going into the gym? Nice try loser but there’s no cure for what you have so why don’t you run away home and eat the ice cream that’s most definitely in your freezer. This is my gym bitch and I don’t want to see pigs like you around.” Madison said with venom that even surprised herself.

She thought for a fleeting moment that she may have gone to far but as the other woman’s eyes welled up with tears and she ran back to her car, Madison felt an wave of of immense pleasure was over her. She was the gym bitch now and it felt good.

#f2f #corruption #bitchification #corrupted clothing #evil bitch

[archangeldyke-all]

hi! okay so im actually a mutual and a fellow writer of yours but im too shy to ask with my user visible. anyways i've been following you and reading your work on here and ao3 for a while but i didn't realize that was both you!! you're literally my fav sevika writer on ao3 (here too ofc)

anyways, if you haven't done this yet, i'd really appreciate sevika with a gf who is curvy and plump. like how would she react, what would she like abt her gf and such. can be sfw or nsfw, whatever you wish!

thank you for your work and i wish you a happy new year <3

hi bb!! thank u so much for such a lovely compliment! i wrote a little blurb about an insecure chubby reader getting her insecurities fucked outta her by sev ;) which you can read here!

but it's 2024! let's write some not-sad chubby reader, because this year we're loving our bodies and thanking them for everything they've gotten us through, no matter what they look like!!!

men and minors dni

sevika. loves. big girls.

idc what anyone says.

sure, she trains for her job. but her real motivation for hitting the gym every single night is the excited/horny/giddy look you get in your eyes when she picks you up with ease.

when her arms get wobbly and she considers just calling it a night and heading home, she thinks of the way you squeal when she throws you over her shoulder and shakes her head, grits her teeth, and continues her reps.

she loves having you in her lap. it takes a while to convince you. you're certain you're going to squish her, make her uncomfortable, but the weight of you against her is so comforting and soothing to sevika-- she's addicted to it. she's always got you on top of her, sitting in her lap or laying on her chest while you watch tv.

she loves how soft you are. besides your elbows and knees and skull-- every part of you is soft and pliable and plush and so so so grope-able.

she'll grope any part of you.

your flabby biceps? she's feeling them up like they're your tits.

the little pouch of fat under your chin? she's always pinching and rubbing when she holds your head in her hands as you kiss.

and your belly?!

sevika goes wild for your belly.

the way it rolls, the way it jiggles, the way it hangs over your waistband or peeks out of your shirt when you reach up-- sevika's constantly drooling over your belly.

if you're in the house, she demands you be shirtless. just so she can see your belly. sure, your tits are there too, and that's great when she's in the mood, but most of the time it's more wholesome than that. she's just obsessed with your stomach. she loves seeing the way it expands and contracts when she makes you laugh, loves tracing the little lines that form from your rolls when you stand after sitting for a while, adores the stretchmarks that decorate it.

in the bedroom, she'd constantly be biting you. she loves sinking her teeth into your soft flesh, loves the marks she leaves behind, loves the way it makes you gasp.

and the groping gets ten times worse.

one hand on each of your ass cheeks while you ride her, one on each of your tits during doggystyle. during missionary, she spends just as much time looking at your face as she does looking at your stomach, both of her hands gripping your hips, her fingertips sinking into your skin. if she's got you in a mating press, she's got her fingers pinching your thighs.

you don't sit on her face for a long time.

you're convinced you'll hurt her or suffocate her, and each time you tell her this she just grins and says, 'please do.'

but once she manages to get you to agree-- it becomes both of your new favorite position.

sevika's fucking magical with her tongue-- but when she's eating you out she's always teasing you, pulling away before you can cum or getting distracted by pressing kisses and sucking hickeys on your thighs and fupa. but when you're on top, you get full control, and you can grind your cunt against her wickedly talented lips and that gorgeous nose of hers as much as you please.

sevika, meanwhile, cums in her pants the first time you sit on her face. with your smell enveloping her, your taste on her lips, your sounds in her ears, her hands clinging on your hips-- how could she not cum? especially when your thighs start twitching around her ears.

she's always buying you clothes just a size too small. likes the way they cling to you, likes watching your flesh strain against the fabric.

on a similar note, she's always making you wear her clothes-- no matter how tight they are on you. she'll even chop the sleeves and waistline hems off for you so they're more comfortable for you to wear. she loves the way you spill out of her clothes, and she loves the way they slowly ride up to your waist over time, revealing your wide hips to her.

if you ever need to win an argument or really fluster sevika, all you have to do is wear thigh high socks. something about the way your thighs spill out over the hem drives her wild. she'll do anything if you ask while you're wearing thigh highs.

my other chubby reader blurb covers this much more in depth, but if you have any insecurities about your body, you won't have them for long with sevika around.

to her, you have The Perfect Body. sure, she's ripped like an olympian, but you are shaped like a fucking goddess. and she's very, very happy to worship.

taglist!

@lesbeaniegreenie @fyeahnix @sapphicsgirl @half-of-a-gay @ellabslut @thesevi0lentdelights @sexysapphicshopowner @shimtarofstupidity @love-sugarr @chuucanchuucan @222danielaa @badbye666 @femme-historian @lia-winther @gr0ssz0mbie

#sevika #sevika imagine #sevika arcane #sevika x reader #sevika x you #soft sevika #sevika smut

[screamdream3828]

would you be able to do a love triangle trope between tara and sam x reader

both sisters catch feelings for their friend/roommate but reader ends up choosing one of them (you can choose) one would get jealous of the other when they’d flirt with you but eventually they talk it out and are cool about it

Sure! Final request I had left to write in my inbox and was a fun one. Hope you enjoy!

When you answer an anonymous ad seeking a female housemate in a very nice, very affordable flat in New York, you don’t expect to find yourself in the middle of a love triangle.

Not between the two girls you now live with - Sam and Tara. And certainly not between two sisters.

Things start out well at the flat. You aren’t stupid or oblivious, and recognise the girls instantly. New York is a fair way from Woodsborough, but pretty much everyone had heard the ghostface stories.

You resolved to never bring it up, and instead tried to build a friendship with the sisters. 

Tara, like you, was studying at Blackmoore college. Something you both bonded over, and begun to spend time on campus - eating lunch, study sessions - anything really.

She was a sweet person. Funny, despite all of the hardships life had thrown at her. Your phone was full of texts, pleas to come out to some random party she had been invited to you.

You almost always agreed, because even after only knowing her for weeks - you couldn’t say no to Tara Carpenter.  

She’d dance you around the room, hands around your waist. You’d giggle, drunk off whatever wine she’d hand you.

Sometimes you’d catch her looking at you, unreadable expression on her face. She’d shake out of it quick, and distract you with a quick joke.

You couldn’t deny she was attractive. Very much so. But she wasn’t the only Carpenter sister you had bonded with.

Sam was unlike anyone you’d ever met before. She was a few years older, and much more guarded initially.

At first, she’d make polite small talk but keep the conversation brief and never want to hang out.

From Tara, you learnt how she alternated her time between her two jobs, therapy and being home.

She carried a crazy amount of self defence weaponry at all times too, understandable after everything she had been through.

It took time for her to warm to you, to trust that you weren’t some sick person with an ulterior motive. 

When she started to open up, you realised that she was more than the overprotective, sometimes aggressive woman portrayed throughout the media.

One time, you joined her on a grocery run when a group of teens called out insults and jeers. You watched as her knuckle tightened around the trolley handle, whitening instantly and a vein flickering.

You hadn’t intended on doing it, but your hands moved on their own accord to press over hers. “Ignore them. They want a reaction”

And she had looked back at you. Properly seeing you, as if for the first time. Her mouth flickered into a half smile, then set into a determined line and she nodded - continuing to push the trolley and ignore the group.

Something was different with her after that day, gone were the awkward smiles and polite attempts at small talk. She even invited you to her local gym, seeing you make morning commute across the city.

You’d hold the pads up as she laid blows against them, grumbling about how people needed to get a life and mind their own business.

There was little you could do to help. You hadn’t experienced the events firsthand, so didn’t exactly know what it felt like.

But you gave Sam a chance to vent, and listened as she unloaded all of her problems onto the pads - but also to you.

It wasn’t one sided either. When your creepy ex wouldn’t stop showing up at your class, Sam had frowned deep and thought for a moment.

He didn’t show up to your class again, and a rumour circulated that he had a broken nose and jaw. Of course you didn’t know for sure it was Sam, but her satisfied smirk gave it away easily. 

She was the opposite to her sister, more guarded and uptight to Tara’s easygoing nature. To be honest it sometimes gave you whiplash - hanging out with each of them. 

The atmosphere also felt different when you hung out one on one compared to a group setting. 

You caught Sam checking you out too, when you finally convinced her to come to a party - eyes drawn to your tight red dress. 

At first, you tell yourself maybe they both find you attractive. Some innocent flirting doesn’t hurt anyone.

Then one night as you cook dinner together and drink far too much red wine, Sam dances you around the kitchen and presses her mouth to yours.

You don’t kiss back at first. More stunned than anything. But her hands are in your hair, and arms grip your waist. So you clutch her cheek and kiss back hard.

She pulls away, dazed and you can’t help but smile at the look on her face. Your red lipstick is smeared across her mouth and you grab a napkin to wipe it away.

”That...”

The door swings open though, mid sentence - and Tara walks in. “Hey that smells good! What’s for dinner?” 

You turn to reply, napkin waving loosely from your hand. By the time you turn back, Sam is gone and you’re left to wonder what is happening.

...

She acts weird around you for the next few days, not meeting your eye and a lot more quiet than usual.

It confuses you, and makes you wonder if she regretted the kiss. Which doesn’t make sense considering she instigated it. 

Tara invites you out to the movies, and you agree - hoping it will be a welcome distraction. She doesn’t seem to notice the difference between the pair of you, and greets you with a smile as you begin to queue for snacks.

She’s dressed a lot less casual than you for a movie trip, white blouse and black skirt showing off an impressive amount of leg.

After grabbing too much candy and drinks, you take a seat at the backrow. It’s some corny action movie Tara wanted to see, and you’re happy just to be there.

Nothing is out of the ordinary as you both watch the movie, until you notice a pair of eyes gazing at you. 

Tara wears that same unreadable expression you see sometimes pop out at parties, and you can’t bring yourself to look away either - to break the eye contact.

She blushes though, and looks away. Maybe you overthought it, you reason and return to the movie. 

“Did you enjoy the movie?” She asks as you try to find the car parked outside the theatre. You hum and nod happily. “Sure”

She nods, cheeks blushing red. “Cool. That’s cool”

You laugh, she’s being out of character - too bumbling and nervous. “I..” her voice fades away and she shakes her head resolutely. “I’ll tell you at home”

The drive is short and it isn’t long before you’re chilling on the couch. “What did you want to tell me?” You murmur, distracted by a movie commercial on the tv.

Tara clears her throat. “I just wanted to say that I’ve always liked you” she bites her lip and you swallow hard. Oh. 

“Tara...” You begin, but she cuts you off - starting to ramble. “I know it’s weird because we’re housemates. And friends. But I’ve always thought you were so cool and...”

”Hey guys” Sam enters the room, expression falling slightly as she realises what you’re talking about. “Oh. Am I interrupting?” Her voice is rough and you feel stuck in the middle.

Tara shakes her head, “no it’s cool. We can hang out in my room. No worries. Right Y/N?” She’s beaming at you, clearly hoping you reciprocate her feelings.

But Sam’s looking at you too, something like hurt in her eyes. “Uhhh” you stammer, hands fidgeting in your lap.

Sam shrugs, leaning against the door frame. “No it’s fine. I can see you’re both busy. I’ll be in my room” she storms off and Tara giggles nervously.

”That was weird. I hope she doesn’t think it’s strange that I like you”

You don’t reply, wondering how you can manage to get out of the situation. You like Tara. She’s funny, and shares some classes with you.

But there isn’t that burning desire, that passion you felt when Sam grabbed your face. Your teeth gnaw at your lip and Tara frowns. “Hey what’s up?”

You don’t know how to say this. To tell her. She clearly likes you. And you like her sister. Who may not even like you back. Who maybe just kissed you as a once off.

What a mess, you think miserably. 

“Tara” You begin, voice gentle. “I..” your eyes are drawn to Sam’s door as you try and articulate your sentence. Tara’s eyes follow yours and her gaze softens as she seems to realise.

”Oh” she murmurs, more to herself. You decide to be honest. “Sam kissed me a few days ago”

Tara nods along, looking a bit surprised. “I didn’t know that” she pauses, biting her lip. ”And you like her?”

You can only nod, hands in your lap. She cracks a smile, soft. “That’s fine. That’s cool. You both deserve to be happy” she takes your hand and squeezes it as you breathe out a sign of relief.

”You still want to be friends?” You ask, and she laughs at this. “Of course I do!” She assures, hand on your shoulder. 

“You’re one of my best friends, I just want you to be happy”

Its like a weight lifted off your shoulders and you smile. Before you can add anything, she grabs you and walks you to Sam’s door.

”Now go get your girl” she teases, not meeting your eyes - giving you a little push.

She’s gone, back to her room, and as much as you hate to hurt her feelings - you’re glad it’s all out in the open now. You knock on Sam’s door and wait.

It takes a few tries until she appears, not meeting your eyes. “Hey look, I get if the other night was a mistake and..”

You step into her personal space, almost knocking the pair of you over as you collide lips hard. She reacts instantly, cupping your jaw and sliding her tongue past your lips.

Not even a moment later she breaks the kiss, and drops her forehead to yours. “What about Tara?” She asks, panting.

You sigh soft. “It’s you that I want Sam” you stroke her hair. “I told Tara. She’s my friend. But it’s you”

She grins at that, pulling you into her room with another kiss.

#sam carpenter x reader #scream #scream 5 #scream 6 #scream 1996 #scream 2022 #scream 2023 #sam carpenter x fem reader #sam carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter #tara Carpenter x fem reader #fluff #slight angst #scream one shot #scream fic #scream request #scream requests #scream prompt

[appalesbian]

The @wilcze-kudly Avatar Hottest Woman Tournament got me inspired to write a silly little drabble. @korrasamibottles this one’s for you.

The door to the home gym was cracked, and Asami couldn’t help herself. It promised to be a long day at Future Industries and nothing motivated her like catching a glimpse of who she would be coming home to.

She tiptoed into the home gym to find Korra at the punching bag, hitting and kicking in rapid-fire sequences. Asami was temporarily mesmerized by the fluid grace of Korra’s movements coupled with the immense power that fueled them. She had clearly been at it for a while, if the rivulets of sweat dripping down the small of her back were any indication. Asami had half a mind to collect them with her tongue…

“Stupid fucking-“ Korra spat with a particularly strong kick to the bag, followed by a one-two punch. “-bullshit, what do they know-“

Asami frowned. Korra had mellowed considerably in the years they’d been together and it seemed unlike her to be so upset, especially so early in the day.

"Are you okay, love?” Asami asked. Korra jumped and spun around mid-swing.

“Ah, ‘Sams, you scared me.”

"Sorry." Asami pressed a kiss to the crown of Korra's head. "I wanted to see you before I left for work. What’s got you so upset?"

"You haven't seen?"

"Seen what?"

Korra's eyes blazed. She bent down to retrieve a piece of newsprint that lay crumpled on the floor next to the free weights.

"The fucking... poll."

Asami looked at the crinkled paper. The headline of whatever section this was (Living? Culture?) proclaimed "Republic City's Hottest Dame! YOU Decide!"

Asami snickered.

"This is supposed to be news? They’ll print anything these days.”

“Keep reading!” Korra insisted.

Asami skimmed through the article, something about giving the citizens the power to choose the city’s most attractive woman by mail-in ballot, until she came upon her own name.

“Asami Sato, CEO of Future Industries and wife to Avatar Korra, was a shocking casualty of the second round of voting, losing by a slim margin to Republic City Police Chief Lin Beifong, the new statistical favorite moving forward in the competition.”

Asami laughed.

“Good for Lin! She’s beautiful, the people are right. Maybe this’ll help her learn to take a compliment.”

Korra stared at her.

“But they chose her over you!” Korra exclaimed. “You, of all people! You! Have you seen yourself? There’s never been a more beautiful woman in the history of the world! It’s an outrage!”

Asami smiled and pulled Korra into an embrace, not minding at all that she was now at least 20% as covered in sweat.

“You’re so sweet.”

“I’m not sweet, I’m right!” Korra protested. “I mean, yeah, Beifong’s pretty hot, I’ll admit it, but these people have the nerve— the fucking nerve— to say that my wife isn’t Republic City’s ‘hottest dame?’”

“People have different tastes.”

Korra still glared in the direction of the newspaper in Asami’s hand

“You really don’t need to be offended on my behalf,” Asami reassured, releasing Korra from her hold. She sniffed exaggeratedly and pretended to wipe a tear from her eye. “I promise, I’ll make it through somehow.”

“Okay,” Korra grumbled. “I was going to go have a word with the editor of the Republic News, but I probably don’t have to do that, huh.”

“Nah, it’s all good.”

A moment later, a thought occurred to Asami.

“Wait a minute, are you in that competition?”

“Yeah, I think so,” Korra said nonchalantly.

Asami read through the remaining contestants.

“Yes, you are! And hey, look, you made it through this round!”

“Heh, good for me.”

“I was going to say,” Asami chuckled. “If you weren’t, I’d lose all faith in the people of Republic City.”

The softly flattered look in Korra’s big blue eyes was too much. Asami pulled her in for a kiss, letting it express anything more she might have said about how incredibly lucky she felt that Korra was in her life. Korra kissed back eagerly and held her tight.

“So,” Korra said, eventually coming up for air. “Should we look at the rest of the bracket and place our bets?”

“Yeah,” Asami laughed and opened the spread to see the full bracket of contenders. “Wait a minute… is that my mom?”

FIN

#korrasami #ahwt #was I writing this during our weekly staff meeting? I’ll never tell #ficlet

[bmodiwrites]

Okay my friends, here is part 3 to the little brain child @infinite-orangepeel's amazing idea brought forth. You can check out parts one & two and the original HC post here. Part 4 is in the works so be on the lookout for that here soon.

It's naughty pretty much right from the start so she's under a read more, honey. Enjoy!

Eddie is in no way prepared for the sight of his very wet dream stepping under the shower head next to him. There’s no denying that Steve very purposefully chose his current location – aside from the two of them, the gym is empty and will remain so for the rest of the day. That knowledge alone is enough for Eddie’s cock to jump inappropriately.

The weakness he feels translates into a manic shout of a profanity at the beautiful boy dropping his towel to rub those very large hands all over himself. His pale skin glistens under the water and reddens with the heat. To say it’s intoxicating is the biggest understatement.

Eddie notices that Steve makes a show of mapping himself, so he doesn’t feel nearly as bad about the staring as he usually does. Though, he does his best not to ever look at Steve’s dick.

After years or yearning, Eddie is smart enough not to let that monster out of its cage to begin with – once he looks, there’s no going back. Eddie is certain he’ll never be able to glance at anything else, ever again, for the rest of his life.

That thought is immediately driven home as Eddie takes the bait that Steve sets out for him. He’s unable to stop his eyes from watching Steve’s hand trail down his chest and stomach. Especially not when Steve takes a second to toy with the thick hair leading between his legs.

There’s no going back when Steve grips himself. Eddie is not a strong enough person to blink, let alone look away from the glorious thing happening before him.

His brain is short circuiting so much that Eddie doesn’t stop for a second to consider what the actually fuck is going on. While it’s not unheard of to let out a little steam in the shower, Eddie is positive the guys who are ballsy enough to do such a thing don’t do it with another guy standing next to them. They certainly don’t choose the shower closest to another person without an ulterior motive.

It takes an embarrassingly long time for Eddie to understand the very obvious thing happening.

Cursing himself for being an oblivious idiot, Eddie unclenches the fists by his sides and allows himself to imagine the feeling of Steve’s skin under his fingertips. There’s so much wet flesh on display that Eddie has no trouble at all putting the picture together. He stumbles when the tight grip on his control starts to wither away. Now that he’s got the idea in his mind, Eddie knows he’ll never be able to resist, he’s just not strong enough.

A frustrated “fuck” leaves his lips as the burning need to reach out and touch finally consumes him. He’s greedy in the way he pulls Steve into him. Both hands wrap around Steve’s shoulders so that eager fingers can finally explore the chestnut strands Eddie’s been daydreaming about tugging on for so long. Even wet, Steve’s hair is a magical thing.

Using the touch as his leverage, Eddie leans into the obvious go-ahead that Steve’s giving him. He yanks and pulls until their lips are pressing together in a heated kiss. Though Eddie is kind of new to all of the physical stuff, he knows it’s a great kiss – his lips tingle and the want in his belly intensifies. The erection he’s been steadily ignoring since he watched Steve’s butt jiggle for the first time that day, makes itself known with a throbbing vengeance.

Without thinking about it, Eddie thrusts his hips forward… and the result is mystifying.

He and Steve are close enough that Eddie’s cock brushes against the stiff outline of Steve’s. It’s impossible to keep their lips together when the feeling of that one touch is so damn good. Breaking the kiss, Eddie lets out the moan that’s been clawing its way up his chest. The sound of it bounces off the walls and rings in his ear. It should’ve been embarrassing but Eddie’s too far gone to care.

Moving his hands to cup Steve’s cheeks, Eddie brushes their noses together, still trying to catch his breath. “I’m going to stroke us both off now, is that okay?” It seems silly to ask, they’re already pressed up so deliciously against each other, but he does it, anyway.

It’s well worth it when Steve leans forward to kiss him again, nodding all the while. Their lips linger together for a time long enough to make Eddie’s brain drip from his ears. When Steve finally pulls back, there’s a large smile on his face. “I’ve been dying for you to touch me. Make me cum, Eddie. It’s all I want.”

Eddie is shocked by how fast his left hand moves to take them both in the circle of his grip. His brain stopped working around the time Steve admitted to thinking about Eddie in any way at all. Whether Steve’s being naughty with his words or they hold some truth, Eddie doesn’t care. The primal part of him that’s been lusting over Steve for years is satisfied by the mere mention of reciprocated feelings. Since the pull is mutual, the fretting is no longer necessary.

Glad to follow his body’s instincts for once, Eddie does what feels natural. His hand wraps perfectly around the width of their cocks. It’s a full grip but Eddie’s a guitar player that’s used to the stretch some of the notes require. Holding Steve’s length against him is so much better than the stinging push of vinyl strings.

The reward is also nicer.

Steve makes noises like he’s used to knowing pleasure. They are confident and easy, done to make sure Eddie knows he’s doing a good job and to show off, too. The arrogance that comes with Steve’s hotness adds to the overall picture that Eddie’s built up in his head and he’s happy to know that it’s just as sexy in person.

Steve Harrington is drop dead gorgeous and he knows it.

The boy knows it so much that he put on a show to seduce Eddie in the worst possible setting known to man. He’s so sure of himself that he’s humping up into Eddie’s hand so the slide of sensitive skin is even better. Eddie’s torn between wanting to devour him whole and lingering around to watch more of what may unfold.

Being a horny teenage boy eventually makes the decision for them both. That all too familiar heat starts to settle in Eddie’s belly, made worse by the copious pre-cum that Steve’s dripping. It’s sticky and wet and makes the glide of Eddie’s hand so tantalizingly nice.

They stop kissing in favor of sharing breath as the cliff’s edge comes closer and closer.

Steve shuts his eyes and pitches over first, immediately dragging Eddie down with him.

Eddie’s hand doesn’t stop moving over them until Steve gasps a little and tries to pull away. The overstimulation is real but so is Eddie’s need to keep the other boy as close as possible. Their mess is already being washed away by the still running shower head above them. Soon, the evidence will be gone and Eddie’s still not sure this isn’t just a dream.

Warm hands wrap around his neck, pulling Eddie from his musings. “Stop pouting. My parents aren’t home tonight and I’m far from through with you.”

@bidisastersworld, @babygirlstevesstuff, @kyoxyukiforever, @gregre369, @steddieassheg0es, @vampireinthesun, @blackpearlcjacks, @thikkiesixx (please comment if you want to be added to the taglist for part 4.)

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve's little green shorts #bobbie writes #not safe for work my friends #minors don't do the thing

[thatsuccessfulpokemontrainer]

We stay silly :3

Hello! My name is Phyto, you may know me from my main account (@a-photo-of-a-cryptid), or my many pokemon ones ^^

I run several rotomblr blogs and wanted a space to rant about my sillies, answer questions and comments ooc, as well as catalogue my favourite posts and bits of art.

I will also be posting art of the characters and possibly fanart of other rotomblr blogs here.

A summary of all of my blogs will be below the cut!

Hope you enjoy :33

@thatfailedpokemontrainer - My first account and my most active one. A 17 yr old pokemon trainer from Johto who has been put through the horrors. Will interact with higher stake plots and deal with darker topics. He is also quite morally grey and will make fun of you. He's my scrunko and I am always willing to talk about him!

@joltik-guy - MY SPIDERSONA!! Basically if spiderman was nonbinary and existed in the pokemon universe. Expect spiderman typical violence and angst, but nothing too crazy. They're a happy go lucky college student who sometimes eats batteries (we don't talk about it)

@pokemoncryptids - An account born from my love for cryptids. Run by a depressed 20 year old and a hello skitty obsessed 16 year old expect some whiplash. Not very high stakes, but will talk about darker topics, and Delta has some existential issues going on. ALSO- there are secret motivations and lore here that is yet to be uncovered, if that interests you, shoot them an ask.

@maris-mons - Sprites EX-best friend turned bad guy turned good guy! Mari's blog is extremely low stakes, just a gal and her pokemon, she is trying really hard to make friends, but it hasn't worked out so far. If you like rants about plants, check her out ^^

@bones-poison-and-pokemon - Sprites brother, an asshole and an idiot /pos. A newly fledged gym leader of New Bark town, Casey loves poison types and their partner Noct. This blog will be low stakes also, but there are darker themes at play due to his upbringing and subsquent mental health issues. The absolutely boyfailure of all time.

Also the idea of this came from the @twodragons-blooper-reel blog, (hope you don't mind the ping), their blogs and art are amazing, so if you like what this blog id doing definitely go check them out ^^

#rotomblr #mushroom musings #rotumblr #pokemon irl #irl pkmn #pokeblr

[dizzyjelly]

Beyond The Court pt.1

Summary: you win the final basketball game of the season against your rival Abby, later you see her at a party that same night. She's petty and you're drunk, trying to get her to loosen up. Some guy bothers you and she gets him to leave you alone.

A/n: mkay this was the second highest voted on my poll so here u guys go!!

Cw: drinking, creepy guy, smut in future parts

It was your passion. In all reality, it was the only thing you really cared about. It drove you, it gave you motivation. And she, she just made it so much better. Or worse, you couldn’t tell. You’ve been playing basketball since the fifth grade. You joined your first team in middle school. And your freshman year of high school, you met her.

Abigail Anderson. She was on your rival team, of course. And the only one who had a skill set as good as yours. The two of you butted heads every single game. Except for the one time she had some virus and didn’t show up. For some reason you’d been disappointed that game, but why.

If anything it was better that she wasn’t there. Your team won that game, which was obvious and easy. Ever since the very first day you met Abby, you were trying to best her. In any way you could. You’d bench more, practice for longer, and anything else you could think of. She was the exact same way though, there was just some need to one-up you that she could not resist.

•°The Day You Met°•

Beads of sweat dripped down your forehead, you’d been working with one of your teammates for almost two hours now. Your coach told you to focus on passing today. That’s exactly what you did. Dina, your teammate, insisted you take a break. You agreed, but only since you’d been going for so long.

You sat on a bench on the side lines, wiping your moist forehead then taking a long sip of your ice cold water. Then your attention was brought to the gym doors as they swung open. You were staring, but how could you not? Even if she would become your enemy, she was still super hot. Abby walked in like she owned the place, which brought a scoff from your lips.

She was tall and proud, and her hair was tied into a long tight braid that swayed behind her head. She caught your glance and gave you a small smirk, you rolled your eyes as you finally realized her jersey belonged to your rival team. Much to your surprise, she came and sat right beside you.

“Practice going ok?” She asked in an unrecognizable tone.

You couldn’t tell if she was being friendly or condescending. Maybe both. You shrugged.

“Sure.” Your answer was simple.

“Makes sense. With your team of course, practice is only going to be ok. Not great, or even good. Just.. ok.” She teased, bow you realized what she was getting at.

“Oh whatever. We’ve beat you guys like a million times this season so I don’t wanna hear it.” You chuckled bitterly.

“Maybe.. but now that I’m here you’ve got some real competition. Abby, Abby Anderson.” She looked over at you and smirked, extending her hand to you.

You just rolled your eyes and got up to walk away. Even if Dina didn’t want to resume practice yet, that’s what you were going to do anyways. You couldn’t stand to talk to Abby anymore. Dina asked you about the new mysterious blonde girl. You’d hardly give her an answer. You continued practice for a couple more hours than got a ride home with Dina.

Not that you’d know if, but after you left that day Abby asked around. She figured out your name and went home immediately after. Once she was there, she did her usual night routine then got into bed. And now that she had a moment, she went online and found your socials. It made her feel icky, stalking you like some creep. But then again, you were pretty good looking.

•°Present Time°•

Tonight was the final game, of the season at least. It brought in quite the crowd. You were high on the adrenaline, the cheers and boos. A smile on your face as you sat ok the bench during break, drinking your water and observing the crowd. You noticed some of your friends, as well as your older sister who brought you today. Your chest rose and fell at a dangerously fast pace, the cold water running down your throat was so chilling your body nearly shuddered.

A few more minutes and it was time to get back out there. This match was the most heated yet. Your team had beat Abby’s a total of ten times, and her team beat yours ten times. So, you can imagine the tension between the two of you as you ran around the court, your sneakers squeaking against the wooden floor. As the game continued, you kept an eye on the score board. Abby was the same. Because of your wandering eyes, the two of you didn’t have time to see one another. This resulted in both of you falling to the floor after slamming into each other by the shoulder.

“What the hell!” Abby shouted aggressively at you, and with a piercing gaze.

“That was your fault just as much as it was mine!” You’d scoff then shout back, getting to your feet and walking away from her.

Abby’s eyes nearly rolled to the back of her head as she watched you get up and not even look at her a second longer. She hated when you did that. The way you could just brush her off so easily. Like she was nothing, like she meant nothing to you. It infuriated her, because she could never give you that same treatment. Every time she was ready to dismiss you, she just couldn’t follow through. She didn’t exactly know why.

The game continued, and it only got more intense. Not a single one of either of your teammates failed to take notice of how you and Abby kept staring at each other. It was like you were the only two playing the game. Truth be told, you felt kind of thankful for Abby. Sure, your performance was excellent before she came along, but now it was even better. She gave you that extra little push you needed to step up your game. And for that, you were thankful.

As the winning shot was made, the crowd roared. Everyone stood from their seats and yelled like animals, flailing their arms or team color items around in the air like crazy. You even cheered, your hands shot up into the air as all your teammates ran over to you in a group hug. Your arms came down to wrap around whoever was closest to you, which happened to be Dina. After the group dispersed, your eyes found their way to Abby’s. You all but laughed to yourself as she pouted and crossed her arms. After shooting a smirk her way, you grabbed your things from the bench then went to the locker room.

Abby’s team sulked all the way to their locker room. Then they’d roll their eyes as they sat through a pep-talk from their couch. It lasted too long, and didn’t make them feel any better about the loss. Nobody was happy, but Abby? Oh, Abby was a different kind of angry. And, funny enough, the only thing she could think about was you. You were the only thing running around in her mind as she changed and then drove home. The only thing.

Later that night you were resting in bed, scrolling through Instagram on your phone lazily. It was getting close to midnight. You smiled as you liked posts of your team with the trophy, all made from your team members. Well, most of them were, one was posted by your school’s official page. Your smile only grew when you’d open the comments and see everyone congratulating you guys. Then, you came across some random girl’s story. She was hosting an after-party at her house. It started at eleven, so you’d be fashionably late.

As you stood and got dressed, there was a small worry settled in your belly. Not that you’d have a bad time or get hit on by creepy guys, you were used to things like that. You were worried you’d see a certain someone there. And who might that be, well Abby of course. You eased your worries by pregaming with a shot of your parents’ vodka. Then you tucked your pocketknife somewhere safe as you exited your house and walked two blocks over.

You were lucky she lived so close because you needed that shot to ease your worries. The sound of music could be heard as you walked up to her porch and opened the door. You kept a hand on your shiny black purse as you walked inside. You rolled your eyes as you were met with a couple wolf whistles and random words shouted by some guys. Guys who, if we’re being honest, were probably already drunk. Then you walked into the kitchen for a drink.

You quickly realized that this wasn’t the best idea. Because somehow, you hadn’t seen a single familiar face yet. If there was anything worse than a high school party, it’s attending a high school party all by yourself. With a red solo cup in hand, you turned around to go into the living room. Which, from here, you could see was filled with warm bodies that were mostly dancing or making out with someone else. But before you got there, you felt a hand grab your wrist. You turned to see some guy, he was taller than you and had the darkest hair.

“Um, hi” you giggled, “do you need something..?” your question wasn’t supposed to be friendly, and you made sure your tone proved that point.

“Hey, you’re hot.” He smiled cheekily at you, “just wondered if you’d like to keep me company.” He shrugs, leaning against the wall.

It was only now that you noticed his raging hard-on that bulged through the denim of his jeans. You scoffed and scrunched your nose in disgust. Not even bothering to give him an answer, you shoved past him and into the living room. Your head tilted back as you downed about half your drink before you scanned the room for someone, anyone you knew.

And then you saw her. Abby fucking Anderson, sat on the couch nursing a drink by herself. Maybe it was the alcohol talking, but she looked hot. Gray sweats that sat at her waist perfectly and a black compression t-shirt that showed off all her muscles. Before you knew it, you were sitting next to her. The blue dress you wore rode up your thighs s bit, your skin met the soft fabric of her pants softly.

“What could you possibly want?” her question came out bitter and you sighed.

You kept your eyes on your pointer finger which traced the lid of your cup that sat in your lap. After a moment or so you finally answered her.

“You’re the only person I know here..” Your voice was quiet, mostly because you were embarrassed.

“Then meet somebody.” She stared at you now.

“Abby, come on. You’re not seriously still mad about the game?” your eyes met hers, but your gaze contrasted hers, your was soft and sweet, “don’t be petty.” You smirked at her.

“I’m not-“ she looked you up and down with a small sigh, “whatever. Just leave me alone, go make out with some dude.” She shook her head, sipping her drink as she finished her sentence.

“Abby” the liquid courage was really working because your hand found its way to rest on her thigh, “I don’t wanna make out with some smelly guy, I’d much rather spend my time with you..” you whispered, your lips nearly touching her ear.

“Why?” She asks, trying to keep up her tough demeanor.

While it may have fooled some, you saw how she blushed. You heard the uncertainty in her voice. Your little song and dance had finally gotten to her. Just when you were ready to answer, you felt somebody tap your shoulder. You looked up to see the boy from earlier, and with an annoyed sigh you rolled your eyes at him.

“Hey, listen we got off on the wrong foot. I’d really like to get to know you.” He smile sweetly.

“Still not interested..” You replied with an uncomfortable grimace on your face.

“Aw come on, don’t be like that.. I can show you a good time babe.” He smirked, God this man had some confidence.

“I seriously doubt that. Would you please just leave me alo-“ before you could finish your sentence, her arm was around you.

Abby’s strong, muscular arm was wrapped around your shoulder and pulling your body even closer to hers. Your breath hitched as you lied your head onto her shoulder. She smelt nice, like pine and a hint of beer. You bit your lip as you brought your legs up behind you, your knees rested on her thigh.

“She’s here with me. If you want anything else from her, talk to me. Spread the word.” Her voice was harsh and her tone serious.

You looked up at her with a smile as the guy walked away without another word. She never even talked to you like that. Why did some random guy piss her off so badly? Maybe it’s because he was trying to get with you.. No, that’s stupid. Abby felt butterflies in her stomach as your hair tickled her neck.

“Thank you, Abby..” You whispered.

“Don’t mention it, babe.” She smiled, but really you had her folding.

Just the way you said her name was enough to get her on her knees. Although she wouldn’t admit that. Not yet at least. Maybe not ever.

#abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby x reader #abby anderson x you #abby x you #abby anderson x y/n #abby x y/n

[lazyexjock]

Chad’s girlfriend had been cheerleading for the football team when she first met Chad, and had decided then and there that he would be the target of a several year plan- a mission to unleash her innermost desires and destroy something beautiful…

After being told he was too fat to play, Chad had lost motivation for most anything except spending time with his girlfriend. For the first 2 years since then, he had managed to reassure himself that his girlfriend’s new habit of stuffing hiim full of fatty calorie laden junk food, keeping him too distracted to go to the gym, and pumping him full of gallons of milkshakes every night was just a phase. He had tried to downplay the alarmed reactions of friends and family as his weight continued to sky rocket at a near impossible rate. Gradually the concern of his friends died away as he spent less and less time outside the house, and more time eating and sitting on his growing ass as his ever doting girlfriend stuffed him mercilessly.

With every serving Chad’s girlfriend relished in pushing the ex athlete further, challenging him beyond what the human body seemed physically capable of by perpetually stretching the capacity of his stomach. In Chad’s girlfriends eyes, his body was still an impressive display of human potential, just not for the same reasons as when he was a star football player. Where before he grabbed the attention of girls for being so chiseled and fit, now he stood out for being so grotesquely massive and greedy. What was more, his stomach had grown so loud and gugrly, constantly sloshing and gurgling with the contents of yet another impossibly large meal it was trying hard to digest

She would pump him full of ever increasing portion sizes and ever denser servings of heavy fatty, greasy junk food to the point where he could do nothing more but sleep and wait for the painful gurgling to subside, all the while filled with the distant dread that this meal would accrue as yet more heavy fat on his poor body. 

The routine of having him squeeze into his old football jersey while she stuffed and mocked him lived on. It was truly a miracle that he was able to squeeze the uniform over his swollen neck. Though as his ass had expanded, she had been forced to replace his football pants with 3XL sweat pants which even now had grown uncomfortably snug. Though she didnt mind. 

But as time passed, something switched inside the ever expanding hog’s psyche. Where before these feasts had seemed impossible tasks, now his experience of them had evolved- not just to routine, but even more...he had come to expect it, rely on it even. Where before he might have resisted- asking for breaks or to slow down, now he was close to begging for more whenever his stomach neared empty. The feeling of being uncomfortably jampacked full of food had become synonymous with his girlfriend's attention, and as she was the only one not repulsed by him, he was desperate for her touch. She knew she had beat him, sentenced him to a life of growing fatter and fatter, a useless pathetic hog for her amusement. My how it tickled her pink to think of how far he’d fallen from his days as an athletic adonis. And she was only just getting started...

If you enjoy this, check out the rest of my work, as well as a continuation of this sequence!

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[eveandtheturtles]

Gym Buddies (Part 1/2?)

Rating: T

Notes: All characters are of Age (in their 20s). Reblogs appreciated! Tag list below.

Summary: Reader made the mistake of New Years Resolutions with a friend and got ditched. Raph lets some things slip!

Part 2

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You slumped over the back of the couch at the turtle lair and sighed. The brothers were currently huddled around the gaming set up with Raph and Mikey playing Smash Bros.

The red clad turtle briefly glanced up at you.

"Hey," he said then cursed as Mikey used to opportunity to push him back.

"You snooze you lose!!" The youngest brother snickered.

Leo called out to you with a greeting. "What's up?" He asked noting your sour mood.

You grumbled but pushed yourself up to actually go and sit on the sofa, your legs pulled up. "Me and my friend made a New Year's resolution to go to gym at least once a week this year and she already ditched me," you complained.

"So? Just go yourself-" Raph threw in. "TAKE THAT MIKEY!!"

"I don't have the motivation to," you whined. "Plus, there are always some creeps at the gym. It's safer with a friend."

"Why not ask April?" Donnie suggested, while cheering on his brothers. "Watch out, watch out!" He repeatedly smacked Raph shoulder.

"No backseat players Don!" Raph growled.

"Two reasons - April is famous and hot. Meanwhile," you gestured over yourself. "I am not."

"Bullshit!" Raph hissed, still engrossed in the game. "You are very hot."

A pin dropped when everyone looked at him. Even Mikey paused, leaving himself open.

"Ha! Take that!" Raph whooped, victoriously. "I win- why is everyone looking at me?" He finally noted the grins on his brothers' faces and the surprise on yours.

"You just called Peaches hot," Mikey informed him.

Turtles don't blush but whatever was happening to Raphael at that moment was very close to it.

"So?" He bristled flustered. "Fuck off! I stated the obvious!" He stomped away.

You rubbed your flushed cheek as he left and shifted uncomfortably. "Should I... Go talk with him?"

"Please do," Donnie said, snickering. "I need more recordings for future hall of shame. Ow!" He rubbed his forehead hit by a bottle cap flicked at him by Leo.

"Just give him a moment." The eldest adviced shaking his head at his younger siblings.

"Okay."

"Anyone's up for Mario Kart?" Mikey raised the controller.

Raph indeed returned a while later while everyone was being obliterated by Donnie on the tracks. He said nothing to you and obviously avoiding looking your way. It was both cute and incredibly ridiculous. You let it slide for now.

Once it was time for you to return topside he finally got over himself and approached you.

"Listen if you want like uh, gym partner..." He looked towards the weight room. "We have something you could use. With no creepy guys... Unless you count Mikey."

"Hey!" The turtle in question protested loudly.

"I'll think about it, thanks," you said and touched his arm lightly.

He nodded, crossing his arms. "Whatever." And off he went.

Cute, you thought and turned around to leave the sewers.

TBC

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[multicharablack]

TMNT AU/iteration ask game!

Or just me putting one of my bigger AU project’s lore (some of it) here by using questions (from somebody else’s because I’m too lazy to make my own) and answering it myself

Note:

Iteration/AU version 

(AU Used:When worlds collide/Ninjago inspired ROTTMNT AU/MysticCoded tmnt iteration)

It could also be a iteration of you want,This AU’s main focus is about having more depth with Mystic things related and other worlds other than earth and the prison dimension (kinda having the same premise as ninjago/ninjago dragons rising but it’s not actually ninjago,just an inspired one,also ATLA).This will have some ROTTMNT related stuff but it has so many changes that it could also be my own tmnt iteration

SETTING:

Where is your au/iteration set?

New York City but it grow and became more advanced as the years go by due to a mutagen bomb incident and _____ ,it also has underlying japan traditions due to some yokai inhabitants from Hidden city under Tokyo migrating there because of the same said tragedy

Bare with me,I’m still making a strong world-build

Do the turtles live in the sewers?

No,they live in a large wooden mansion located in a rural mountain that is owned by the previous Hamato clan members,it is usually passed down to the next generation,so Splinter’s mother gave the estate to him as the next owner 

What is the lair like?

Large and wide.The mansion has three upper floors and five lower floors that is hidden underground.

Most necessary rooms are upstairs like the bedrooms,living room,kitchen,planning room,bathroom,shower room while the extras are down like the gym,training room,war room,dungeon,library,Donnie’s lab,Mikey’s personal art room,Raph’s rage room and Leo’s ‘private’ room.The lowest floor also has some ancient texts and books and other artifacts that Splinter was able to obtain and get,other things are unknown and private.

Do the turtles have money? If so, how do they get it?

No,they don’t have jobs (since their supposed to be heroes).But Donnie has suspiciously have some money in his pocket,the reason how is unknown (Raph is not buying his excuses)

What is the origin of the mutagen?

Mutagen was made by ____ (Im still trying to make its origin)

Is there a battle nexus? Is it a respected facility or operated by criminals?

Both,It’s run by illegal criminals and lead by Silivia or a.k.a Big Mama,but is so popular and well organized to not be bankrupt that is left alone by the authorities and only left with a warning to not do illegal activities (And you know BM is not doing that from her given nature)

Are there aliens?

Do inter-dimensional beings from different worlds and dimensions counts as aliens?

Are there yokai/magical beings?

Yes,they’re already common citizens and inhabiters in earth and some other worlds in this AU/iterations 

Are there other dimensions?

Yes,pretty much,it’s common but not too common that people from earth can go,only selected ones can and one of them is the hamato clan (because their job and all that)

Are there utrom/kraang?

……..Yes…….but I won’t specify any longer than,Yes,they are part of the plot

PLOT:

Who is the main villain?

It depends on the Arc but the most active one and has the most destruction is……The Shredder,Agent Bishop,Big Mama and [REDACTED]

but I’m still plotting so,it could change

What is the main villain’s motivation?

Classic Rise Shredder wants and desires,Bishop is power hungry and thinks he is cooler than ambrosia,Big Mama is a power hog and is doing illegal stuff without authorities knowing even if she was already given a warning and ‘I can’t tell you who this person is and what are there goals because it will really ruin the plot and give spoiler alerts and might also ruin me if you guys know’

Who are some villains that are less of a threat?

Uhhh…..Same minor villains in Rise but also some few new ones like Beepbop and Rocksteady,fishface,Tigerclaw,The black cats and some other people 

What is going on with the foot clan?

Still serving the fallen shredder and still causing havoc,the first members are inter-dimensional and from the same dimension were The Shredder and [REDACTED] is from

Is the Hamato clan history relevant? How did the clan originate?

Yes,very very much,it’s important to the story;I can’t say much because it will bring too much plot spoiler so I could only say is….The first members were not from earth

Were the turtles and Splinter mutated intentionally?

The turtles,Yes but Splinter,maybe maybe-ish

Do any characters get mutated during the story?

Uhhhhh…

Do any characters die during the story?

Plot spoilers,sorry

Do any characters get disabled during the story?

Yes…You already know who cause you like amputating the poor boy

Do the turtles go to space?

Yes,it’s for the later Arcs so I still don’t have a solid plot for it

Do the turtles time travel?

Yes but No

If there is a battle nexus, who fights in it?

Too much and too many,I still have to work on it

CHARACTERS:

Are there any OCs?

Yes,there are plenty and have some importance in the show

Is there a Bebop and Rocksteady?

Yes

Is there a Baxter Stockman?

Yes

Is there a Bishop?

Yes

Is there a Rat King? If yes, can he control Splinter?

Yes and No

Is there a Mona lisa?

Yes

Is there a Renet?

Yes

Is there a Venus?

Yes

Is there a Jennika?

Sorry,No

Is there a Slash?

Nope

Is there a Metalhead?

Yes but also No

Is there a Mondo Gecko?

No and who is that?

Is there an Angel?

No

Is there an Alopex?

No

Is there a Leatherhead?

Yes

Is there a Tang Shen?

Errr maybe

Is there a Karai/Miwa?

Yes

Is Saki the shredder?

Maybe

Is Karai/Miwa Saki’s daughter?

Yes

Is Karai/Miwa loyal to Saki?

Same as Rise plot…..No

How old is April?

19,Older than Raph from a year

Is April a scientist?

No

Is April a journalist or reporter?

Yes

How old is Casey?

Same age as April 

Is Casey a vigilante?

Yes

Does Casey play hockey? If so, what position?

No

Are the turtles the same species?

Nope,same as rise but few added DNA

Are the turtles the same age?

Nope,same as rise but Leo is the older twin

or maybe —

Was Splinter born a rat or a human?

….Once Half-human-ish

Is Donnie only knowledgeable with technology? If not, what else are they interested in?

No;This Donnie is the same as Rise but also has a large affinity for mystic and magic and stuff and stuff

His creations has a good mixture of mystic tech that makes him both deadly in high tech and mystic fields

Who is the leader of the group? How did they become the leader?

Raph,same as rise;it’s due to his excellent discipline skills and the fastest one to be mature then the other boys,unlike rise!splinter,this one knows his capability but as the same as the original,he tries to give his own role as protector/parent due to sheer weight of its duty and pleading ignorance 

Leo is next to the line of leadership but tries to make sure Raph stays as leader (you know why but also some other ‘personal’ reasons),but that’s not going to happen in a particular arc

Who is the team medic?

Leo,but Mikey was able to be in his footsteps when he was able to learn how to be a good medic,it’s a great help especially if Leo is away for solo missions

Donnie can help it but his system goes ‘Nope,not today’ when he sees blood or other gross stuff in heavy doses,Raph can’t because his too panicky and concerned if he’ll make it worse if he tries to lend a hand

Who is the best cook?

Mikey and also Leo,but Mikey is the ‘I’m the cook for any occasion and time’ chef and Leo is the ‘I can cook but for complicated meals and when the kitchen is a death trap to make it more daring/fun’ chef 

Donnie can make decent light foods but he prefers baking and Raph is too big for the kitchen,he tries to help though if he can

Who is the best fighter?

Depends on the category

Leo is the fastest and the one who can make the sharpest moves and complicated stunts,his also strong and clever but not too much to surpass Raph and Donnie,his weakness is his ‘too-daring and stubborn’ personality and heisting mind

Raph is the strongest,can break any hard material and can still stand in his ground even from many brutal hits,but his structure makes him slow and easy to predict due to him focusing more about fierce attacks rather then defense,his anger issues and overprotectiveness is also a problem

Donnie is the smartest,his tech is his strongest suite and makes him very deadly even for his species,but due to his sensitive senses and hidden fragile ego,he can be easily shattered if you can hit the right spot,he has also anger issues but it’s more controlled than Raph

Mikey is the wildest,his the wildcard so he can easily do things that are clever and unpredictable,he is also very acrobatic.His weakness though is that he is destructive and easily letting recklessness be his first choice when it comes to fighting

But if I could really tell who is the best fighter….It would be Leo,he’s one of those fighters who can also adapt to change and play pretend,his childish mind is the only thing hindering it from happening so for now,it would be Raph

Are any characters disabled?

(I don’t know if this is the right answers)

Donnie is partially deaf in his right ear,Leo had poor eyesight due to his turtle species,Mikey has a ‘something  that makes you able to see colors and smell from noises or music’ and Raph is dyslexic

Are any characters neurodivergent?

Splinter has both ADHD and autism,all turtle boys have different types of ADHD and is autistic coded, and 

April and Casey is also somewhat a neurodivergent 

Are any characters queer?

It’s up to your interruptions due to not being really important in the timeline,you can have your own headcannon and I won’t mind it at all

Unless I say it is,this is still my creations and I want you to mind that this also means I get to say what the final call is or what headcannons I like for you to remove or keep

CHARACTER RELATIONSHIPS:

Do Raph and Leo fight often?

Yes

MC Splinter is more strict and gave his sons more heavier duties due to the hamato clan’s past so,Leo is more stubborn and reckless and Raph is more overprotective and firm,they fight more often then their rise counterparts 

It’s one of the reasons why Raph has a rage room

What is Bebop and Rocksteady’s relationship?

Best friends and Bromance forever 

Would I be more further?

No

What is Casey and Raph’s relationship?

Frenemies

Raph hated Casey at first due to her being a vigilant but he slowly softened as she demonstrated that she could still be kind and helpful,and from the numerous times he helped him and his family

Same as Casey but she still reckless 

Their love language is being stupid and sparing with each other

Is Splinter the turtles’ dad, sensei or both?

Both

But unlike Rise Splinter,This one is leaning more into the sensei part

But the boys still love him like a dad

How did Splinter meet the turtles?

Spoilers 

And also because I’m still thinking about it

Is April considered a sibling?

Yes

April is an orphan and is considered a daughter to Splinter

Does April consider Splinter a parent?

Yes,very much

But like the boys,her relationship with him is a bit rough 

But she still loves him though 

How did the turtles meet April?

Still planing about that 

But they kinda meet in their late kid years when their in patrol and others things happened blah blah blah

How did the turtles meet Casey?

Crimes,She did a lot of crimes

The authorities didn’t even bother her anymore from how many records of theft and violence she had done 

So the boys were left to monitor her and be one of those minor villains that are more like a pain in the butt

Is there a romance? If so, between which characters?

That will still be established,I’m a sucker for slow burn so any romance would be slowly build in each arc

So you have to wait for it

SPECIFY A CHARACTER:

Raphael/Raph/Red

What hobbies does — have?

Sparring,gardening,meditating,working out,doing solo patrols,making cloths with his knits,keeping his brothers safe from harm

Who is —‘s favourite sibling?

Doesn’t really have a favorite sibling,but in secret..

April

Out of all his siblings,she is the one that at least could behave when she needs to and not set something on fire just because of spite or just for stupid fun

But he doesn’t hate the rest of his brothers,he just have a bit of ‘something’ with April when it comes to being a big sibling

What is —’s favorite kind of pizza

All Meat lovers

Due to his turtle species and something something else,he has a diet we’re it is mostly consist on meat and less with other things,he has to eat at least a recommended pounds of meat to regain energy 

What interests does — have?

R&B music,Jupiter Jim,gardening,K-pop

His still exploring

He’s a little mature and doesn’t like to many distractions when it comes to his duty as a protector to his family and a hero to all

What weapon does — specialise in?

Due to Splinter’s strict teaching and the hamato tradition and the mission’s more harsher field,all hamato ninjas must be capable enough to use any weapon or item in their hands when in battle,so they could still fight without being in lower grounds

But the boys still have specific weapons that they are most specialist about,so

Raph still uses mostly his tonfas and sais,either mystic or not

Tell us a fun fact about —’s species!

Alligator snapping turtles have a worm tongue to lure fish for their next meal

So,Raph uses it when he goes for a little swim in the spring lake and want fresh fish for a meal

He also has many sharp teeth and a very very strong jaw to make him have the most deadliest bite out of all his brothers 

He can bite a person’s head off clean and fast if he wants to

Leonardo/Leo/Blue

What hobbies does — have?

Sparring,reading comic books,singing,playing video games,making jokes and puns,making silly ‘harmful’ pranks,doing cool stunts

Boy has so many hobbies

Who is —‘s favourite sibling?

Donnie

No doubt,it’s donnie

It’s a twin thing,they’re the cool kids who are could the ‘chaotic duo’,’The Gemini twins’, and ‘The disaster twins’ for a reason,Raph knows if something would be in literal fire if they work together 

What is —’s favourite kind of pizza

Hawaiian and pepperoni,the classics

He likes Hawaiian because it pisses of Donnie,who has a pineapple allergy,and Raph,who thinks it’s weird to have fruit mixed in with meat and diary

What interests does — have?

Glam rock and Pop music,Jupiter Jim,Anime,Nekos,K/J-pop and space

Still exploring a bit

What weapon does — specialise in?

Due to Splinter’s strict teaching and the hamato tradition and the mission’s more harsher field,all hamato ninjas must be capable enough to use any weapon or item in their hands when in battle,so they could still fight without being in lower grounds

But the boys still have specific weapons that they are most specialist about,so

Leo still uses his double katana and odachi,either mystic or not 

But he knows how to use other items and adapt to changes unlike his brothers can

Tell us a fun fact about —’s species!

Red eared slider have poor eyesight but excellent hearing

So,Leo uses contacts because of inborn partial blindness

But if he loses it in either in battle or he just misplaced it,he learned how to navigate his way by using hearing and vibration 

He still finds it hard but he got better over time

Donatello/Donnie/Purple

What hobbies does — have?

Making tech and gadgets,reading,playing video games,writing,gardening,making small sample musics and listening to music while being alone,baking,K-pop dancing 

Who is —‘s favourite sibling?

Errr,Mikey

His is the most understanding and doesn’t seem to pester him too much when it comes to his hobbies,unlike Leo and Raph

But he knows their only doing because their worried or concerned

What is —‘s favorite kind of pizza?

Plain cheese or pepperoni

But he has other favorite pizzas,his just a ‘little’ bit picky

Except for Hawaiian though,his allergic to pineapple 

What interests does — have?

Science (obviously),literature,mystic stuff,fashion,video games,Jupiter Jim,k-pop and techno music 

What weapon does — specialise in?

Due to Splinter’s strict teaching and the hamato tradition and the mission’s more harsher field,all hamato ninjas must be capable enough to use any weapon or item in their hands when in battle,so they could still fight without being in lower grounds

But the boys still have specific weapons that they are most specialist about,so

Donnie still uses his bō staff,either mystic or not

Tell us a fun fact about —’s species!

Spiny Soft-shelled turtles are territorial,will be aggressive and attack when provoked 

So,Donnie has tendencies to lash out when his sleep deprived and moody and his brothers keep making loud noises,but he tries to figure out how to control it 

He also has a flexible shell,so he can do difficult yoga poses and acrobatic stunts whenever he takes his battle shell off

But he rarely do it because it makes his muscles stiff easily 

He also sometimes bury himself with pillows and blankets when his overwhelmed,like a real spiny soft-shelled turtle would do when disturbed

Michelangelo/Mikey/Orange

What hobbies does — have?

Making sculptures,painting,making digital or traditional artworks,cooking,doing temporary tattoos on his arms or legs,sticker making,breakdancing/Hip-hop dancing,meditating,K-pop

Who is —‘s favourite sibling?

Leo

Their both competitive and treat each other like normal brothers would do without mercy 

They like to do cooking contest to see who could make the best dish ever,which would end up either a burnt kitchen/stove or Mikey wins

He also like Leo because of the pretty shapes he sees whenever he sings,he describes the scent of his singing as ‘ocean water and something woody or just something really fragrant like a good man perfume’

What is —’s favourite kind of pizza

Any kind really

He has a wide food pallet and isn’t picky when it comes to food 

He also has a strong stomach that can make him eat anything without getting sick or getting disgusted by it

So,he is bound to be the one that tries out weird pizza combinations or questionable toppings,even if his brothers are concerned on how he’s still alive

What interests does — have?

Cooking,Music,Boy bands,Jupiter Jim,Comic books,Anime,sculptures,painting,hip-hop,k-pop

What weapon does — specialise in?

Due to Splinter’s strict teaching and the hamato tradition and the mission’s more harsher field,all hamato ninjas must be capable enough to use any weapon or item in their hands when in battle,so they could still fight without being in lower grounds

But the boys still have specific weapons that they are most specialist about,so

Mikey still uses his kosarai-fundoi or Nunchucks either mystic or not

Tell us a fun fact about —’s species!

Orange box-shelled turtles are semi-aquatic species of turtles 

Which makes Mikey sometimes useless when it comes to water,he doesn’t like to swim and can’t go to missions that involves water or anything water related

He also has a hooked upper jaw that is a visible overbite that makes his bite sharper due it

But he keeps bitting his lower lip every time,so Splinter has to file it dull to make sure he doesn’t get hurt from it 

April/Girlboss/Aps

What hobbies does — have?

Baseball practice,journalism writing,news writing,sparring,job hunting,K-pop dancing 

Still exploring 

Who is —‘s favourite sibling?

To be honest 

She loves all her bros

What is —’s favourite kind of pizza

Pepperoni pizza

Just the classic

What interests does — have?

Journalism,News writing,Literature,Boxing,K-pop,Baseball,Arcade games,Pop music that involves a lot of dancing 

What weapon does — specialise in?

Due to Splinter’s strict teaching and the hamato tradition and the mission’s more harsher field,all hamato ninjas must be capable enough to use any weapon or item in their hands when in battle,so they could still fight without being in lower grounds

But the boys still have specific weapons that they are most specialist about,so

April still uses her bat and even a tae-kwon-do stick,either mystic or not

Tell us a fun fact about —’s species!

She’s human

Cassandra/Casey

What hobbies does — have?

Stealing,Watching extreme sports,pickpocketing,listening to Rock n Roll,Playing Hockey,street fighting,doing multiple skeptical jobs

What is —’s favourite kind of pizza

Prefers burgers and fries

But she does like Hawaiian 

What interests does — have?

Hockey,boxing,extreme sports,pranking people,sparring,street fighting,Rock n Roll

What weapon does — specialise in?

Anything that involves something hard like hockey stick or crowbar

But she does prefer hand to hand combat

But she still could wack your head upside down if she wants to

Tell us a fun fact about —’s species!

Also human

Lou Jutsu/Splinter

What hobbies does — have?

Meditating,Doing traditional painting,sparring,cooking meals for his children if he can,going to the library,reading,taking a long stroll down the crystal lake

Who is —‘s favourite sibling?

Doesn’t have one

Only child

What is —’s favourite kind of pizza

Anything that doesn’t involve anchovies

But he prefers eating traditional Japanese foods,just because he prefers bold flavors and hates junk food 

(Not because his old or something,he just doesn’t like it)

What interests does — have?

Meditating,Reading,Japanese traditions,Jazz music,baking,cooking,ASMR,K-drama,(some selected) telenovelas

What weapon does — specialise in?

He can fight with any weapon and anything

Be afraid 

Tell us a fun fact about —’s species!

No

Spoiler alert

He is not only just a rat

EXTRA:

Who is your favourite character?

To be honest

I love all my characters,they are all precious to me

Maybe the Baja blast duo or the disaster twins 

What character do you relate to the most?

Leo…

And Donnie…

They have my fear and personality (minus Leo’s immaturity,I’m too mature for my age)

Tell us something you want to share about your au/iteration!

This will have ATLAs and Ninjago related stuff

Like the boys have their own respected elements that they can ‘partially’ bend,except for fire which they could all successfully do

This also lean away from the rise plot a little bit and have few changes that makes me rethink that maybe this could be my own iteration of tmnt but mostly using Rise basics than the rest of the tmnt artist does (which they usually use is either 2003 or 2012 or just the iconic stuff)

But the infos here are still raw so it may change if I finally found a solid replacement or due to the changing plot or because it needs to change,so prepare for that

(This questions were from someone I forgot what were their blog name but credits to them,I’m not stealing it I’m just using it)

(Note:I made this for fun and only to give basic knowledge about this/my AU/Iteration.)

Reposted:March 26,2024

#when worlds collide au #MysticCoded AU #MC AU #rottmnt #chara is typing #one of my au’s #chara’s aus #It’s either my own iteration or just a rise AU #Still deciding #It depends really #I might do a ref sheet for the boys #Especially the main/major characters #With April Splinter and Cassandra/Casey Sr. #I don’t even know I had posted this all of a sudden #Just did this for fun I guess #rottmnt leo #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt raph #rottmnt splinter #rottmnt april #rottmnt cassandra jones #or Casey Sr. #And more other characters

[puddingseikkx]

Advice?? please urgently.

i really struggle with my mental health and im not in school rn and theres not a lot of options for me, i have to make a decision by tomorrow is what my family hopes but i think i need more time. im visiting my sister back home for the month and we came upon the question if i want to stay here with my sister and do school (i like the school i was in when i used to live here and the program they have) or if i should stay in california with my mom and do school there. now i like the school where my sister is and preferably id rather stay here IF all i had to worry abt was school. but in terms of healthcare for a main doctor i think its great here but i need a psychiatrist and theres nothing here since its a small area and my sister likes to eat healthy so i also like that theres mostly only healthy food in the house and with my mom its hard to say how we’re living rn. shes looking for a place near her work since she commutes 2 hrs to work and stays in hotels over night 5-6 days a week but theres a great psychiatrist over there and im sure i can find a good doctor as well but where im living currently with my mom isnt ideal and quite mentally straining so until we move over it sucks and im honestly much happier here with my sister but theres more opportunity for me over with my mom but im tired of waiting for the time it gets better ive thought abt going to school here and living with my mom but until we move id rather not bc i dont have motivation to do anything there. plus whenever i came back here with my sister my hair stops falling out sm, i have more energy to shower more often, i even plan to work out a bit more, although if i was with my mom when we’d move id have access to gyms unlike here and im a dancer as well so having a good space is very crucial to me. so what im thinking rn is should i bring up staying here the rest of the month then come to get my things and until enrollment starts for the new school year i stay there but ill do my own independent studies and i’d say maybe stay with my mom and comeback with my sister or vice versa idk what to do. help? sorry if this is all over the place but i tried my best to explain..

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