#that last part was a bad pun wasn't it

[coollyinterferes]

“What do y’mean it’s 2023 already!?”

#[best part of this is it works no problem with any of his verses and modern AUs lol] #[well 'ello everyone~~~] #[late af but happy new year!!] #[once again i disappeared which is like no surprise anymore lmao] #[got sick pretty bad] #[and the insane exhaustion i mentioned last time was a symptom of that + tons of physical pain + personal issues and etc] #[i still haven't fully healed but this dork has been aching to come out (all gay puns intended)] #[might not be replying to threads today save for a few] #[i think i also have some i wasn't able to post last time] #[need to check my docs and see if i do] #[if that's the case then those will be up too] #[i'm still kinda sick so i'll be taking things slow for a bit. hope that's okay!!] #[missed you all~~] #[hope you're all having a nice day/night!! <3] #;ic #;speedwagon says (( ic ))

[wileycap]

The Stupidest Things In Netflix's Avatar The Last Airbender: A List

a.k.a.

a whiny rant from someone who has dedicated far too many of their already limited number of braincells to atla i know it's just a tv show but come on this is what tumblr is for let me whine

For your consideration, with many spoilers:

5. Katara Being Smug After Kicking Jet's Ass

In the original, Katara is betrayed by Jet. You can feel the raw emotion in the words "I trusted you! You're sick, and I trusted you!" immediately followed by her concern for the innocent people Jet has seemingly murdered. It's not a triumph, it's a wound, and the next time she sees Jet, her first reaction is "kill on sight".

This is great. It's heartwrenching, it's humanizing, and Katara using violence against Jet isn't a victory for her. It's just pain.

In the live action, Katara very mildly chastises Jet for trying to kill innocent people, which is... an interesting characterization for her, to say the least. Jet then tries to grab her, immediately followed by Katara throwing him and freezing him. She then just tells him goodbye. Her tone is placid, almost unaffected.

And then Jet says "Look at the power you have. That's because of me!"

Katara: "That wasn't you. That was me."

And then she strides off with a small smile, and that's the end of that. Sokka and Aang are not present. It's an incredibly hokey moment that's meant to emulate the style of feminine empowerment, but it has none of the substance. It glosses over any human feelings of hurt and betrayal. All that the it ends up doing is removing a story beat for Katara.

4. The Badgermoles

"They're blind! They sense feelings and react to them! Anger, fear... but mostly love."

Katara and Sokka hold hands in a cave and it makes the badgermole stop attacking them.

The blind badgermoles. Navigate by... love.

Yeah.

Do I need to say anything? Can we all see (pun intended) how stupid that is?

3. Bumi Makes Aang Choose Between Killing Him Or Letting Himself Die To Make The Dumbest Point Imaginable

Remember Bumi? Aang's old friend, a fun, kooky king? Well, here he's an actual fucking psychopath.

He collapses part of the roof onto Aang, and Aang holds it up with airbending. Another part of the roof collapses on Bumi, and Bumi just... shrugs his shoulders, fully intending to die. Aang holds that one up as well, and Bumi, instead of helping, makes the dumbest fucking point I've ever heard about "making tough choices", and urges Aang to let the boulder crush him.

Again. Bumi, the fun, wise king, wants Aang to kill him.

The situation is defused by Katara freezing a little strip on the floor so that Sokka can very slowly slide on it and tackle Bumi to safety. I can not emphasize how slow his slide is. Running would have been faster. Bumi has time to look at him and say "Huh?" as Sokka slowly slides across the floor. Oh, yeah, they were led onto the scene by the love-sensing badgermoles.

Then it's Aang's turn to be dumb. He says "you CAN rely on your friends" and hands Bumi a friendship rock. Bumi is pacified for now, but there is no telling when his next Saw trap will activate.

This made me actually feel bad. I just. I kept expecting for it to turn into a secret lesson, like Bumi in the original show, but it never did. Bumi's just a spiteful psychopath who is easily swayed by the gifting of rocks.

2. Koh The Face-Stealer Has A Backstory Now

Why? Mother of Faces? What? No.

No.

Iroh Is Intimidated By Zhao, And Then He Kills Zhao

Ah, Live Action Iroh. The most ineffectual man on the planet.

So, Zhao has the Moon Koi in a bag, and is ready to stab it with his special stabbing implement. Iroh is standing right behind him. RIGHT BEHIND HIM. Iroh has been there the whole time. Iroh does not want Zhao to kill the fish.

Iroh says: "Whatever you do to that spirit, I'll unleash on you tenfold!"

Remember how in the original, where that was like a big, shocking moment that he got angry? And how Zhao immediately let go of the fish, only to then have his anger get the best of him? How Zhao attacked the spirit by surprise?

Well, here it's a little different. For one, like I already said, Iroh doesn't come in suddenly, he sort of gets bullied into looking for the spirit by Zhao. Then he looks for the spirit, and after Zhao finds it, then he decides that he really has a problem with killing the spirit. He did protest before, but then he kind of just caved and helped anyways.

He threatens Zhao, and Zhao just... brushes him off. "Spare me your empty threats." Then the firebenders next to Iroh sort of... glower at him menacingly, and Iroh looks worried.

Zhao offers Iroh a place at his side once he becomes Fire Lord, which, uh? Okay. Fine. I actually don't have a problem with Zhao wanting to be Fire Lord, that seems to be entirely on brand for him, but everything he does to get to that goal is just stupid.

Aang arrives, they talk, Aang says "I don't matter", and then Iroh, who has sidled past the Glowering Firebenders Who Do Nothing Else, shoots the fish out of Zhao's hands. And then, as Zhao is on the ground, reaching for the fish with his special stabbing implement, Iroh forgets that he can shoot fire out of his hands, and lets Zhao stab the fish.

AND THEN Iroh, who literally stood by two different times and let Zhao kill the fish, decides to kick everyone's ass. And the Glowering Firebenders do nothing. One of them just stands in the background. Iroh doesn't even attack that guy.

In the original, Iroh immediately leaps into action after Zhao kills the spirit by means of surprise attack, takes out Zhao's guards in about a second, and Zhao escapes.

Here, he doesn't do anything at first except help Zhao find the spirit he doesn't want to see killed, then back down, then do something, then back down again, then do something again, then forget that he can do anything, and then he does something again.

It's just... so dumb. (So dumb it's brilliant!) No! It's just dumb!

And then, fifteen minutes later, after Zuko has dueled Zhao, Iroh kills him. Iroh just barbecues him by striking him from behind. Gee, Iroh, if you were willing to do that, why not just do it when Zhao was holding the fish?

Dishonorable mentions:

The fact that all of the actors fit their characters so well and have some great moments, but the show just doesn't support their performances at all. I feel so bad for all of them, being robbed of a chance to shine by some truly awful writing, editing and direction

The Ocean Spirit making Godzilla noises

June flirting with Iroh (didn't they say that they wanted to remove iffy stuff from the original? Well, that whole thing was iffy in the original. Why didn't you cut it entirely?)

Zuko doing the jazz hands to charge an attack

All the clunky and unnecessary exposition (for example: after Aang turns into the Ocean Spirit, Yue immediately turns to Sokka and narrates that Aang has turned into the Ocean Spirit, for almost 30 seconds)

The fact that Aang can only communicate with each Avatar at their shrines

The Ice Moon

The Cabbage Man literally turning to shout his line to the heavens while fire rages around him

The Secret Tunnel song being shoehorned in for no reason

Iroh's entire backstory being shoehorned in for no reason

Ozai being a caring dad actually

Zuko being shocked that Ozai prefers Azula

Gran Gran's speech

The fact that they showed Gyatso being killed by Sozin (literally nobody needed a big action scene, because that's what it was, predicated entirely on the genocide of the Air Nomads)

And finally, the fact that Sokka and Yue's reason for going to the Spirit Oasis is that Momo was fatally injured.

#avatar the last airbender #atla netflix #netflix atla #netflix avatar #aang #zuko #iroh #katara #jet #sokka #atla spoilers #atla zhao #fire lord ozai

[hellfireloserclub]

for @steddiemicrofic's prompt "pine"

Forest fire

508/M/content warning drug use. 

“Dude, you're pining so much it's like staring at a forest.” Eddie turned his attention to the joint he was rolling, trying his hardest not to get distracted by his own hopeless one sided attraction. 

Steve lolled his head, snaking his mop of hair into the side of Eddie's neck, tickling at the spot right under his chin. 

“I don't get it?” he blinked up at Eddie, eyes hazy with the last round of weed.

“It's a pun. Pine tree, forest, your pining. Obviously moping over some unrequited love. Did Wheeler turn you down again?” Talk about self sabotage. Eddie wouldn't ever have Steve. He knew that,  but he wanted him to be happy. So he would support him in his romantic endeavours. Cheer him along every step of the way.  Even if it did feel like throwing himself on his own sword. 

“What are you on about Eds?” 

“You've been distant all night, practically tripping over that bottom lip of yours.” 

Steve shuffled his head deeper into his shoulder, it wasn't snuggling.

Eddie had to keep telling himself that.

It was just cold, and Steve didn’t like to smoke joints in the house. The pool house, however, was very much in limits. It had become a regular thing for them both to curl up in the wicker chair and share space, air, breath…

Bad Eddie no, stop it. 

Steve just craved touch when he was stoned, that was all. 

He always seeks you out though. The traitorous part of his mind provided. It didn't help that Steve's breath was ghosting his cheek now as Steve tried to read his expression and understand his words.

The lip reading was also high on the list of things that were out to kill him. 

Steve staring at his lips was sending all the wrong messages to his fragile brain. And Steve would stare all the time even when he was wearing the government issue hearing aids. 

“I don't know why you keep bringing her up?” Steve whispered, eyes narrowing as Eddie lifted the joint to his own lips, lighting it and taking a hit. Without thinking he lowered the blunt to Steve to take a drag. He expected Steve to take it from his hand, but the younger man lent in taking a draw straight from Eddie's fingers, never once breaking eye contact, blowing the smoke back into Eddie's face on the exhale. 

Fuck that was hot. 

Eddie's brain really needed to fuck off. 

“I know. That's why I did it.” Steve was staring straight at him when the smoke cleared, a mischievous grin on his face. 

Brain to mouth filter? Not on Eddie's watch. Apparently.

He quickly pulled another hit trying to hide his flush, but Steve was watching every move. 

“You should try that move on Nance.” Eddie coughed out. 

Steve reached out gently, pulling them together until Eddie could feel Steve's lips ghosting his own.

“I tried it on you.” Steve rolled his eyes. “But apparently you can't see the wood for the pine trees.” 

Oh… oh.. 

#steddie #stranger things #steddie microfic december #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve x eddie #eddie/steve #steddie fic #steddie microfic #pez micro fic

[escelia]

I took a prompt from @ghostreblogging and ran away with it. I have other parts in progress that I'd be willing to post if you guys are into it. I'm not saying it's good, but I definitely had fun with this and got wild with the next part.

Danny Fenton-Wayne: Big Brother

To say Danny was excited to be a big brother was an understatement. He was so ready to finally be the older one, in a position where he was allowed to be protective but not overbearing. Jazz had trained him well for this. And Damian was just the perfect little brother to him, though he was sure that was weird to everyone else. It was so refreshing to have a sibling that didn't treat him like glass. He reminded him a lot of a smaller, angrier, less tech oriented Skulker. And it was great seeing the others' confused but entertained expressions.

"I will slit your throat while you sleep," Damian had glared at his new big brother. "You are not my big brother!" He insisted. Danny thought it was so cute! Skulker would love him. The other Wayne's had looked mortified as though the comment would scare Danny away. Really, the threat was weak. Slitting Danny's thought wouldn't be nearly as effective as Damian was hoping, and it wasn't even that creative. But Danny was a good big brother, and rough housing was a great way to let off steam and get in exercise, so Danny just laughed and responded,

"You could sure try!"

Damian lunged at him in rage. The kid was fast and efficient; he'd give him that. But Danny had faced things much worse than a 10 year old with a penchant for violence. He dodged and snagged the back of his shirt, scruffing him like an angry kitten.

"Damian! No! Bad!" Tim scolded. "Danny, I would tell you not to take it to heart, but he really will stab you, so please be careful?"

"Stab me? That's adorable!" Damian squirmed in his hold while Danny manhandled him into a hug. This didn't really count as being overbearing if it didn't last too long, right? Besides, with Damian fussing so loudly about it, he was sure this was exactly how Jazz felt when she smothered him. It was amazing. Being a big brother was the best.

He eventually let Damian go and he sped away like Pariah Dark was personally nipping at his heels. No doubt to go plan Danny's demise. He was kind of looking forward to it actually.

~~•○•~~

Dinner that night was eventful. He'd learned that Duke was a meta with an ability that affected his sight. Not that he'd outright said so, but Danny could tell. He also gathered a few inklings about his family being the freakin Bat Brigade? They were all vigilantes, and they thought he was some normal civilian! So was Damian being protective of his family in the face of some stranger? That was understandable. Respectable even. Jazz would have said that he was a newcomer in their space and that he needed to respect that. He wouldn't pry if they didn't want him to. Across the table, his baby brother waved a fork at him menacingly. Danny snickered.

"Damian…" Bruce warned. Dick tutted at him from his seat.

"Sorry about him, Danny. You can just ignore him," Dick assured. Danny found he really liked Dick too, what with his similar penchant for puns.

"Thanks, but I think I can handle him. He's what, 10 years old?"

"I'm clearly 12, you imbecile!" In the next moment, Damian was scrambling across the table embedding his fork into the back of Danny's chair, but Danny was no longer in it. Damian hadn't even seen him move if his stunned blinking was anything to go by.

"Trust me, I would not be good for your diet," Danny joked.

~~•○•~~

Danny had gotten a great idea when several days later Damian rushed him with a whole sword. Even as Phantom, Danny was never familiar with traditional weapons. He'd always wanted to learn, but knew that with Fentons it just wasn't a safe idea. So when Duke came running to reprimand Damian and the child saw an opening, Danny redirected the blade down and out of his hand, offering it back with a question about lessons. Perhaps he could bond with Damian by letting him teach him about his favorite weapon.

Their "training," as Damian put it, was going well. Danny genuinely felt like he was learning a lot from him as well as about him. And even with his ghostly enhanced speed the brat was keeping him on his toes. When Damian nicked him with his blade for the time Danny had been so proud. He knew he wasn't easy to hit.

"Say cheese!" Danny exclaimed, shoving his uninjured cheek up against Damian's for a photo. It had turned out amazing, with Danny pointing to the oozing scratch on his face while Damian scowled at him for enjoying himself.

"Please desist. You're taking all the fun out of trying to kill you." Danny just laughed

~~•○•~~

Damian's new brother was just weird. And apparently Damian was the only one who really knew it. At first he'd thought the fool was underestimating him, but boy was he mistaken. He was a civilian, right? Then why could he not land a hit on Fenton even without the interference of his inferior siblings? The wretched thing was able to snatch him mid air and wrestle him into a hug like it was nothing. He was a professionally trained assassin! This was embarrassing! The others thought Fenton just had decent reflexes and a lack of self preservation instincts, but Damian knew better.

The day Fenton disarmed him quickly went from infuriating to intriguing. His brothers had admonished him for attempting murder again, but Daniel had stood up for him and handed his precious blade back to him, going as far as asking if he was willing to give him lessons. Tt, at least one of his brothers could tell he was a superior warrior. He obliged, eager to show off his skills with a sword. And Daniel wasn't actually bad at it per se, but it was clear he wasn't versed in swordplay. After a few sessions with Daniel, he noticed something odd. Not bad, but odd. The room was always cooler when they sparred, and he found that he didn't often overheat. Daniel was a quick learner and very light on his feet. So light, in fact, that he sometimes seemed to float. And Damien would swear on his grandfather's blade that when Daniel got serious, his eyes would flash a bright, toxic green. Damian was determined to get to the bottom of this, and because he was, in fact, the smartest of the Wayne's, he would do it on his own!

Turns out, he didn't have to try that hard.

Damian woke with a start at the knock on his door. He didn't have patrol so he'd tried to turn in early for the night. Grumbling, he went to see who it was. He swore, if it was Drake and he wasn't sleeping even though he'd been kicked off the schedule for sleep deprivation, he would strangle him. He cracked the door to see glowing green eyes. But Danny didn't seem irrationally angry like Todd did when the Pit Rage consumed him.

"Can I come in please?" Danny pleaded. "I had a nightmare and don't wanna be alone, but the others are out and Tim needs his sleep…"

Damian sighed and opened the door for Danny to come in. He sat at the foot of the bed and curled his knees to his chest.

"I don't know what you expect me to do for you. I'm not some counselor." He closed the door and crossed his arms with an annoyed huff.

"I don't need a counselor, I just need my brother." Danny's tired smile was soft.

"Why? I've been told I don't have a comforting personality." Damain took a seat next to him.

"I don't need to be coddled, I'm not a baby. I really appreciate that you're straightforward and rough toward me. I'm traumatized, but like, I'm not gonna break, ya know?"

"You… like that I'm rude to you?" This had to be the first time anyone had ever said that to him.

"Do you know why I'm here? Why I was taken in?" When Damian shook his head Danny continued. "My parents were always pretty careless when it came to raising my sister and I. Their science always came first. We had to grow up pretty fast. And once you grow up, it sucks to be treated like a kid again. It's what got my sister into psychology, and she was constantly trying to psychoanalyze me. Well, I'd had a lab accident that… changed me. When my parents found out, they vivisected me. Bruce found out and got me out of there, but Jazz was already 18 and in college so she couldn't come with me."

Damian was horrified. Even the League with their harsh rules and cruel nature would never do something like that. Even so, it did explain a lot, and Daniel seemed to know how to handle his trauma. An accident in a lab would definitely explain Daniel's more meta-like features as well. He wondered if his father knew, but figured he didn't because the boy had been very secretive about any abilities he might have gained.

"So to summarize, your parents were atrocious to you and now instead of being coddled or analyzed, you prefer to spend your time with people trying to stab you? I tried to kill you." He pointed out.

"Yea, well so has everyone else in my family at one point or another. It's sort of like a rite of passage and you're the only one that's done it," Danny smirked and nudged Damian. The younger boy could admit he found the humor in that, dark as it may be. "Besides, you get it: not wanting to be underestimated or looked down on just because you're young even though you've been through hell." Damian couldn't deny that. Maybe they were more alike than he had anticipated. Interacting with him didn't grate on his nerves like the others did at least. He sighed.

"So, what now Daniel? We sit in silence until you feel safe enough to go back to your own room?"

"I strongly prefer Danny for reasons I'm not willing to talk about yet, but I get the feeling this is as good as I'm gonna get, huh?"

"Correct."

"Well then, do you mind if I call my dog? He's a good boy, I promise," Danny pleaded.

"I do like the company of animals. I didn't know you had a dog, I haven't seen a new one on the grounds." Danny took this as a go-ahead to summon Cujo.

"I don't take him many places, he can get rowdy and protective sometimes. But I'm positive he'll love you." He let out a sharp whistle and the green ghost puppy phased into the room from under the door. He trotted over to the boys, tongue flopping as he did. He pounced excitedly on Danny before giving Damian a thorough sniff and deeming his presence safe and acceptable. He happily let the boy scratch his belly.

"He's… uh, green. What breed is he?"

"The ghost kind," Danny replied sadly. The implications were heartbreaking. "My accident turned me half-ghost so now I have a ghost puppy," he said as if that explained everything. "You uh, won't tell the others about this, right?"

Damian tilted his head in thought while he scratched Cujo behind the ears. He'd definitely want more details on what exactly Daniel meant by "ghost," but for now, he felt pride at being the one family member Daniel actually felt comfortable talking to. He could lord that over his siblings later.

"We'll, you're no longer in any danger, and your past is none of their business unless you want it to be, so I don't don't see a reason to tell them."

Danny grinned at his little brother. He knew Damian would be his favorite! He already knew he would do anything for him.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dc x dp #fanfiction #crossover #damian wayne #batfam #big brother danny au #dannys a good big brother #he learned all he knows from jazz #damian respects the crap out of danny for not treating him like a child all the time #but like he also wants to snuggle his brother

[theskit]

Stickers AU

Important!!!

Direct linking gets rid of the readmore cuts!

If you came here via direct link, or wish to use the direct links to another part of the story, and DO NOT want to spoil the surprise stickers, please click on my blog name to go to the actual post after using the link.

Part 9

《Prev Next》

Danny wasn't sure what he'd expected when he put Bludhaven into his phone's GPS Sunday evening, but finding out it was only 30 minutes away was still surprising. He'd somehow thought it was farther away than that.

Shrugging it off, Danny found an out of the way alley to go invisible and intangible for the short flight. He'd already picked out which of his stickers he would be gracing Nightwing with tonight, now the only thing would be finding him.

Taking a rather scenic route along the coast, Danny got some interesting pictures of the rocky coastline and the water. The light pollution was still pretty bad, but it was a little easier to see the stars outside the city limits.

Reaching Bludhaven, Danny flew around randomly for a while before hearing a shout. Going to investigate he saw three guys cornering a young lady in an alley. Just as he moved to intervene, Nightwing dropped down from above, landing between the men and the lady.

"Mind if I cut in?" He asked as he hit the closest guy with an escrima stick, sending him to the ground with a crackle of electricity as the lady turned and ran. "It's just shocking how quickly I can go through dance partners, sometimes."

Turning to the other two, Nightwing fluidly exchanged punches before grabbing one guy's arm and throwing him over his shoulder into a nearby trashcan, "Sorry, you've been canned for inappropriate behavior," he quipped cheerfully.

The last guy took the chance while Nightwing was busy to pull out a knife. Smoothly dodging the first few swipes, Nightwing flipped over the guy when he overextended himself with a lunge, landing with a crouch and a leg sweep, taking him to the ground too. "Let's not get swept away in all the excitement, now!" He tossed out as he made sure all three guys were secure before calling it in to the police for pickup.

Danny practically sparkled with glee. The cool entrance! The flashy moves! The puns! He just might have a new favorite hero! Well. After Robin, of course. Teen hero solidarity and all that.

Danny landed, waiting to make sure the escrima sticks were put away before approaching Nightwing. He *definitely* didn't want to get hit with those things. Getting electrocuted was *not* on the to-do list this evening, thank you!

Coming up behind Nightwing, just as he finished contacting the police Danny smacked a sticker to the small of his back, yelled "Tag!" and took off running.

It was only after hearing Nightwing shout in surprise and then call out after him, beginning to give chase, that Danny realized he had dropped his invisibility. Whoops. At least he was in his hoodie. It was still a little bloodstained from yesterday, but it wasn't really *that* noticeable. Neither of his parents had mentioned it, and Jazz only gave him a small, searching look before he held up his bandanged finger to show her it was no big deal. It was also the only hoodie he'd remembered to pack.

Nightwing ran after the surprisingly quick child, teenager? they were kind of short... "Hey, kid! Hold up a second!"

The kid laughed, "No can do! Sorry, Nightwing! I needed one last number for my vigilante bingo card and you were it!"

The kid, a boy going by the voice, was dressed in jeans, sneakers, and a slightly oversized hoodie with what looked concerningly like bloodstains at the side. He took a quick left into another alley, one Nightwing knew to be a dead end. Turning the corner as well, Nightwing slid to a stop, glancing around the empty alley. "Kid? Hey, it's ok, I just wanna talk." He called out, doing a quick check behind the dumpster, which was the only thing large enough in the alley to hide behind.

Nothing. Scratching his head, Nightwing looked around again in confusion. There wasn't even a fire escape down this way. Where did he go? And what did he mean by vigilante bingo?

Deciding to check in with the others, he called Tim, unsurprised when he heard the rapid-fire clack of a keyboard in the background when he answered. "Hey, Dick, what's up?"

"Hey, Baby Bird! So, I just had an interesting run-in with a disappearing kid. He mentioned something about vigilante bingo, and I wondered if any of you had as well?"

The keyboard noises stopped abruptly, "He spoke to you? You actually saw him?"

"Well, yeah? Chased him down a dead-end alley, but he went poof. Gone. No sign of him anywhere."

Tim sighed heavily, "Of course. Can you head in to the batcave? We could use some insight into this. So far he's gotten you, me, Batman, and Robin, but no one has gotten a good look at him."

Already heading to where he had his motorcycle stashed, Nightwing agreed, "Sure. You need 5 numbers for a bingo though, and he said I was the last. Heard anything from Hood?"

Tim groaned, "No. Of course he wouldn't tell us if something like this happened to him."

"No worries, Baby Bird. I'll check in with Hood first and then swing by the cave to debrief, how's that?" He asked, swinging a leg over the motorcycle and starting it up.

"That would be great, thanks. If you're the one asking, he might actually tell you what happened," Tim replied, relieved he wouldn't have to try getting information out of Jason himself.

Saying goodbye and then punching in another number, Nightwing revved the engine and took off for Gotham as he waited for Jason to pick up.

"What do you want, Dickiebird?"

Nightwing laughed, "What, no hello, how you doing?"

"Nope. I'm busy," Jason said with a grunt and what sounded like gunshots.

"Well, I had an interesting little encounter tonight, and I have it on good authority you might have had one too. With a certain disappearing boy? Want to meet up at Batburger, get something to eat and tell me about it?"

A few more gunshots echoed down the line before Jason answered, "Fine. I'll meet you at the usual place in an hour."

"Awesome, I'll see you there."

After ordering the food, Dick made his way up to the roof, "Hey there, Little Wing!"

Jason took off his helmet and smirked at him as he accepted his portion of the food. "So, where'd you get stickered, then?"

Dick stared at him in confusion, "Stickered? What?"

Jason frowned, "You said you had a run in with the kid. He came up behind me, scared the hell out of me by yelling 'boo', and slapped a sticker between my eyes when I turned around." Jason paused as he stuffed a few fries into his mouth, "Shorted out my helmet cameras too, though not permanently. Didn't get a good look at him, but he had a funky echo to his voice."

Dick shook his head a bit, "He came up behind me, gave me a smack on the back and yelled 'tag' before running into a dead-end alley with no way out and disappeared. Didn't notice a particular echo, but we were already in a kind of echoey alleyway."

Jason grinned and made a little circle motion with his hand, "Give us a twirl then, let's see."

Turning his back to Jason, Dick heard a loud laugh and a camera noise. It made him happy to hear Jason laugh, even if he *was* apparently the butt of a joke. "Okay, what happened? Why are you laughing?" He asked mock petulantly as he turned back around.

Jason just grinned and showed him his phone, "Kid gave you a tramp stamp, Dickiebird!"

Dick burst out laughing as he looked at the photo, Jason joining in as he wailed overdramatically, "Little Wing! I drove all over Bludhaven *and* Gotham, *and* just ordered food with that!"

Editing this: apparently only the bitchy mobile app has a tag limit. I mostly use mobile. Guess who get to be my guinea pigs on the next installment?? 😁

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#dpxdc #theskit writes #Stickers AU #danny makes his own stickers :3 #and now danny is running around gotham like a gremlin #with a pocket full of homemade stickers #whatever will he do with them? 😈 #cries in both dialog and action scenes #whywhywhy are you so difficult to write?!?

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Halloween prompts year 2 day 16

The bats had a plan. They knew Deathstroke had some wierd fixation on Nightwing and were going to use that to reel him in.

So Nightwing and the batfam staged a fight so big that when Batman disowned him it seemed legit and Nightwing disappeared not long after.

The bats were worried but they knew Dick could handle himself and that Deathstroke was an enemy he was familiar with so they just needed to trust him. That trust fell apart when they found out Deathstroke never encountered Nightwing as intended and the plan was never activated in the first place.

No one knew where Dick was. No one knew who had him, and someone had to have him or else he would have turned up by now or sent them a coded message, something!

But nope. All of his friends and family were left to worry about him and wonder...

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Dick loved his little brother. He was funny and loved to make jokes and puns with him. He still had a lot to learn about gymnastics though. Dick wasn't sure why he loved it so much, it just felt like it was part of him somehow. Danny always got a look on his face Dick himself couldn't identify when he talked about it.

Maybe it was one of his missing memories? Danny had told him all about Dicks accident. Appearently thier parents, sister, and godfather had all died in it, leaving Dick Fenton with custody of Danny as the oldest sibling.

Something about those last two words seemed to tickle something in his brain...but it was soothed just by glancing at Danny across the diner table. Looking at Danny always made the wierd sensation disappear, like dark clouds being blown away to reveal the sun. Wasnt it wierd that his eyes always sought out Danny when the feeling starts?

Anyway, the accident didn't take his life, but it did take Dicks memories. He didn't remember much of his life before Danny dragged him out of the rubble but he knew he loved his mom, dad and little siblings.

Everything was fine in thier little household of two. Now he just needed to snoop around thier house for a bit to help him remember things

To find the truth

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Aka Danny, lonely and desperate after his family and friends died in an accident. He accidentally traveled to another dimension while wandering the zone in an attempt to get away for a while and witnessed what some random wierdo in a fursuit said to his...son? Apprentice? After seeing the fight Danny has a mental break and kidnaps Nightwing thinking no one would go looking for him.

Danny erases Dicks memories along with the citizens of Amity Park and brainwashed everyone to live out his fantasy of a safe home and loving family.

Too bad Dicks detective training is so deeply ingrained and that he has countless friends who won't stop looking until they find him

#halloween prompts #dpxdc #traumatized danny #brainwashed Nightwing #nightwing #dick grayson #dick fenton #danny phantom #danny fenton #fanfiction prompts #prompts #the trap was sprug but by an unexpected person

[restinslices]

Can you write the Lin Kuei boy’s reaction to a surprise spa day by their spouse? Like it’s a rare day off and their partner’s surprised them with a nice day of rest and relaxation?

I’m on meds again and it has me exhausted so this might be short and some may have longer parts than others. I didn’t check. I’m finna go to sleep again

Bi-Han

I wouldn't be surprised if he initially turned it down 

He expects things to pop off and for him to be needed so a spa day seems like it'll prevent him from being ready if he's called upon 

You don't take no for an answer tho

Grumpy the entire time but doesn't hate it 

He just doesn't wanna admit he was wrong and a spa day wasn't torture 

I think he'd enjoy things that don't take awhile or something that allows him to still move around 

Like, you know when someone is being waxed and they gotta lay there? I don't think that’d he something he'd enjoy 

Something like a facemask tho (put it on quickly then he can do whatever else while it dries) he'd enjoy more 

Some people get their nails done, and I don't think he's like “absolutely not!” but I don't see him wanting a color. He's a clear gel type of guy 

Now I will go back and contradict what I said earlier and say he'd enjoy a jet bath 

Has a shorter spa day than the others. At some point he's just like “yeah I'm over it”

“That wasn't so bad, now was it?” “It wasn't terrible”

Just say you appreciate it 

Kuai Liang

A spa day? Sure!

I feel like saying he'd enjoy the hot things (sauna, hot bath, them hot ass rocks) is stereotypical because the whole fire thing but imma say it anyway 

Probably enjoys activities that you can do as a team 

Like sitting in a sauna. You're together and you can chat 

Or bathing together 

Appreciates a bit of relaxation because his life? Stressful as fuck 

Especially if this is after Bi-Han's betrayal 

Definitely open to having another spa day. Whether it's a surprise or not 

I see all of them as clear gel guys tbh 

Also enjoys a jet bath, but honestly who dislikes a good bath?

Dislikes the whole face rubbing shit 

Why do I think this? I'm just tryna make them different. I think it's essential to be truthful in our relationship-

Yeah the spa day is for him but he checks in to make sure you're having a good time too

Makes sure to repay the favor. This could mean taking you out to eat after, taking you out another day soon, paying for the next spa day, getting you a gift, ect. Whatever you want. 

“How was it?” “It was great! Thank you”

Tomas

Him turning down a spa day? Absolutely not. Do you remember when his last day of peace was? He doesn't 

Ignore that this is literally the era of peace-

Enjoys the little vacation and makes sure you know he's appreciative of you thinking of him 

You both wanna cater to the other and do what they wanna do first so you have to compromise and take turns 

You do what Tomas is interested in, then what you're interested in and then it keeps going like that 

Enjoys the steam room because smoke pun obviously 

I don't think he necessarily needs to chat the whole time, but he likes you still being near 

You MIGHT get him to agreeing to a little waxing 

Y'all know how men are. They're all big and strong but squeal when waxing is involved 

Milks the entire day for what it's worth. A jacuzzi? He's in there. Steam room? Yes. Massages? Absolutely. 

There's nothing he misses. You paid for it so he might as well do everything while he can 

Definitely wants to do it again 

“So I'm assuming you enjoyed it?” “You really need me to answer?”

#mk1 #mk1 2023 #mortal kombat 1 #bi han sub zero #bi han #kuai liang scorpion #kuai liang #tomas vrbada smoke #kuai liang mk1 #bi han mortal kombat #bi han x reader #bi han mk #sub zero #bi han headcanons #kuai liang headcanons #kuai liang x reader #tomas vrbada headcanons #tomas vrbada x reader #tomas vrbada #mk1 headcanons

[misshoneyimhome]

You mentioned that the inexperienced reader has gotten good at giving blowjobs to William. How did William react of skills of her rocking his world right before his contract meeting? He would totally test her flexibly after the meeting just to make her loose her mind.

Alright, we're taking a few leaps in time here - hope it all flows well for you 🤍

[Or who cares if it's a bit confusing; it's Willy smut, and we're all just here for the fun, right]

However, I do still hope you enjoy it, even though it turned out to be quite lengthy... 🙈 No pun intended

Also, I decided to weave in two other requests (1 & 2) to create a full chapter, so it sort of turned out to be three stories in one - please, feel free to share your thoughts (on the length, amount of smut, or anything else) - Otherwise, just sit back and enjoy 😊

Warnings; 18+ smut; oral sex (m receiving); mention of masturbation; praise!kink; light spanking; dominance!kink; thigh riding; edging; light bondage; unprotected sex (p in v); cum inside; more oral sex (m receiving, mention of f receiving); swallowing...?

I won't even try and defend myself on this 🙈 I know, nobody asked for 5.9K words of Willy Nylander smut... 🤍

[Credits to sarahaugenphotography]

[Inexperienced!reader x Willy]

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All good boys go to heaven - But bad boys bring heaven to you pt IV I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️

"Hey, you alright, babe?" you inquired, your voice gentle and cautious, while you looked at your boyfriend, William Nylander.

"Hmm... I’m fine," he merely responded, though his restless leg under the table suggested otherwise. His tense fingers played with the mug, even though he had already finished his coffee and was now just staring into space. His striking blue eyes sparkled, and his expression remained calm yet resolute.

You had just finished breakfast. Even though William wasn't initially hungry when you’d asked, you still prepared a small plate of his favourite pancakes, which he devoured with evident satisfaction.

"Hey, it's okay if you're feeling nervous. Anyone would be," you offered a soft smile across the table.

"I know, but I'm not - my agent has it all sorted, babe," he reassured you, although it sort of seemed like he was trying to convince himself, as you noticed his attempt at a smile, but it quickly faded.

Truth be told, William hadn't been particularly nervous during the many months of negotiating his contract. He had complete faith in his manager and agent, confident that he'd make the right decision no matter what.

While it wasn't a secret that William wanted to stay in Toronto - at least, that's what he had communicated to everyone, including the press - he understood that his career came first. If a better deal presented itself elsewhere, he would take it. But Toronto was more than just a city; it was home to him.

And naturally, you played a role in all of this too. Since you and William started dating, he felt a subtle desire to be wherever you were. Not that he'd ever choose not to transfer because of you – you understood that. Yet, a small part of him hoped to stay there so that the two of you could be together.

Especially since you hadn't really discussed what would happen if he didn't get an extension.

Yet today marked his final meeting with the managers, settling the last details, and hopefully, reaching an agreement to sign. Despite William not displaying any nervous emotions, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of anxiety on his behalf. This was a significant step in his career, and you wanted to be nothing but supportive. After all, you were in a committed relationship, and all you wanted was for William to be happy.

And as you both sat in silence, an urge to comfort your man washed over you. You wanted to make him feel at ease and tune into his calm pulse.

So, gradually, you got up from your chair and took measured steps around the table, placing your hands gently on William's shoulders as you tenderly caressed him. Your fingers traced his neck and the cascade of his long locks as you admired your stunning man. His composed demeanour had always impressed you, and now you felt the need to impress him as well – to show him just how proud you were of him.

Gently, you offered his shoulders a light massage, ensuring you wouldn't tense up his muscles. You observed him relaxing from his position, leaning back in the chair into your touch.

Noticing him slowly tilting his head back, you bent down behind him, placing a soft kiss on his earlobe before whispering, "Are you sure you don't need me to help calm your nerves?"

Your seductive voice echoed through his ear, and William felt a comfortable shiver run down his spine, as he closed his eyes, letting himself relax under your butterfly kisses on his neck. Your hands carefully sneaked in front of his torso, under his shirt by the collar, gently toying with his light chest hairs.

"Mmm... maybe I could use some help..." he moaned softly, feeling a small tingling down in his groin as one of your hands began traveling further down under his shirt.

And with a light bite onto his earlobe, you seductively added, "Then get up and let me take care of you..."

Which you didn't have to tell him twice.

Rising from his seat, you both moved around so William could lean against the dining table, and you stood in front of him, on your toes, sharing a deep, passionate kiss while tucking two fingers under the hem of his sweats. Pulling back, you looked him straight in the eyes with a flirtatious smirk. Then, you squatted before him, pulling down his sweats along with his boxers, letting his semi-hard member come in contact with the cool air.

Your eyes glinted up at him as you kissed his muscular thighs, his hand gently stroking your hair, and his eyes meeting yours. William couldn't help but gasp, slightly parting his lips as you kissed closer to his growing member, licking and nipping his sensitive flesh.

"Baby, no teasing," he muttered softly, as you used one hand to gently stroke his length, feeling how his blood flow made him completely hard for you under your touch. You licked your lips, hungry to make contact with his tender skin, and as he wished, you parted your lips to wrap them around his tip, circling your tongue before slowly taking him further into your warmth.

William let out small grunts as he felt you take him deeper with every slow motion, hitting the back of your mouth as you expertly worked him with your hand. Your saliva coated every inch of him as you concentrated on breathing through your nose, relaxing the back of your throat, allowing yourself to take more and more of him in.

Truth be told, you were rather impressed with yourself.

William wasn't exactly on the smaller side - nor unrealistically large. But he was thick, a good length that could fill you up completely and girth that could stretch you wonderfully. To you, his cock was perfect.

And as you bopped your head and offered him every part of your warm mouth in a seductive and sensual manner, you observed how his hips softly began to rock and his eyes turned away from yours, closing shut as he leaned back. One hand still in your hair, while the other held a tight grip onto the table behind him.

His breaths gradually grew deeper and more inconsistent as his climax built up, and he could feel himself nearing the peak.

"Oh yes, baby, so damn good," he praised you softly between moans, his hand gripping your hair more firmly. "Fuck yes... shit... baby, more... I'm getting close."

His words acted like a spell, and instinctively, you increased your speed, bobbing faster as you took him deeper. Your hand worked the area you didn't have in your mouth, feeling his hips thrust against your movements.

He was so close.

You sensed the tightening in his thighs, his hand holding onto the table, while his other hand ensuring you wouldn't pull away.

Then with several more bobs, William let out a deep grunt as he reached his climax, releasing into your mouth. And you willingly swallowed every bit, cleaning up his sensitive shaft with your tongue and lips.

William's breaths were deep as he regained control, his lungs filling with air as he slowly came down from his high, and you gently let go of his member.

"Fuck, baby, you're so good at this..." he softly muttered, and you couldn't help but elicit a chuckle as you rose from your knees.

"I just wanted to make you feel good before your meeting," you flashed him a mischievous smile, gently wrapping your arms around him as he pulled you in for a hug and placed a kiss on your forehead.

"Well, I must admit you really did, baby..."

**

You’d taken the day off from work to get the condo ready for a family visit, as they all wanted to be there for William on this significant day in his career. And while his father, Michael, had already headed to the arena to join William for the training session, his mother and sisters opted for some rest at the hotel before joining you later.

And as your boyfriend and his agent were in the meeting, you busied yourself with tidying up the place. However, amidst the preparations, you felt a bit naughty and decided to give William a sneak peek of what awaited him when he got home. You kept it classy enough though, considering the possibility that he might open your message it in front of others.

Meanwhile, across town, William was smiling during his meeting. Everything seemed to be falling into place exactly as he had hoped, and after months of negotiations, the final touches were about to be put down just before his signature.

The atmosphere was calm and relaxed as his agent discussed the details, and William mostly had to sit back and follow along. However, as the conversation continued and the final touches were being ironed out, his phone suddenly vibrated.

And as curiosity got the best of him, he saw your name on the display, yet knowing it could either be something nice or naughty, he decided to open your message – which turned out to be a seductive mirror photo of you in lingerie, accompanied by the text: 'Hope the meeting is going well for you, baby – can't wait to see you later.'

William had to gulp to contain his reaction. Shit, he thought. Of course, you'd be teasing him like this. But he couldn't help but smile. You were stunning, and with the meeting going in his favour, all he wanted was to celebrate with you later. And the way you’d already given him a taste of how good your mouth felt like, he had an idea of just what to do with you.

**

It had become a familiar game between the two of you, especially since the trip to Sweden where William had teased you all day, culminating in a passionate round of sex in his childhood home with his family just down the hall.

And describing how mortified and embarrassed you’d felt would be an understatement, but it only took a week for you to exact your revenge. 

After the boys immediately went on tour following the Global Series, you became a master at teasing William, as you sent him lingerie photos, nudes, and dirty messages that had him thoroughly riled up. It was a perfect game.

And as he returned home, ready to reciprocate, you found yourself on a short business trip. Though it was only for two days, for William, it felt like an eternity. 

It wasn't that you didn't crave his touch – of course, you did – but the thrill of the game was more intriguing. Besides, you managed to satisfy your needs with a vibrator, even sending him a short snap of the act.

And ýou knew you were in for a round of trouble.

Upon your return from the business trip, William wasted no time picking you up and taking you to his place. And without hesitation, you agreed.

He’d naturally tried to keep his cool at first. He ordered some of his favourite takeout, which you enjoyed as you lounged on the sofa. Then gently William began caressing your thighs and teasingly moving close to your core before retreating completely. Which he repeated a couple of times, well aware that it was slowly driving you insane. 

However, you maintained a small smile on your lips, not wanting to let on how much he was getting to you. And together, you both managed to keep control as you watched a TV show.

But then, as you snuggled up to William in a spooning position and purposely ground your ass into his groin, he slowly grew impatient, and he felt the need to put you in your place.

It hadn't always been a fantasy of William's to act like this, but a comment from a few of his teammates during the Sweden trip had sparked some ideas in him.

“Det är nästan som att hon är Ana till din Christian Grey,” (It’s almost like she’s the Ana to your Christian Grey) Calle had teased, after the lads had been talking about how much sex you’d been having ever since you’d admitted your lack of experience.

“Du har verkligen visat henne världen – och nu testar hon vattnet – hon är en kinky en, Willy, du kan verkligen ha kul med henne,” (You’ve really shown her the world – and now she’s testing the waters – she’s a kinky one, Willy, you could really have some fun with her) Lagesson had added with a mischievous grin, prompting William to consider what other limits he could push with you.

"You’re being a bad girl, baby," William spoke with a dark, husky voice, whispering into your ear and causing a shiver to run down your spine. However, you were more intrigued by the fact that you had finally stirred his attention.

"I don’t know what you mean," you innocently spoke, still looking at the screen as you 'ignored' his accusations. "I’m just getting comfortable."

As you gently wiggled your ass a little more, ensuring his cock twitched just enough to tease, a deep grunt escaped from the man behind you. And the satisfied smirk formed on your lips, swiftly removed as William had evidently reached his limit.

"Mmm. I think I need to teach you a little lesson on how we do things here," his voice was rough, and without saying anything else, William rose from his position, hoisted you with his strong arms, and tossed you over his shoulder before carrying you to the bedroom. You had to contain a small giggle, knowing it would only encourage him further. Yet, you were also tempted to play with fire. 

As he put you down, you offered him a small smile, one that he didn't return. Which could only mean one thing for you – you were about to be punished.

William wasn't particularly rough – perhaps a mild version of Christian Grey – but he certainly had a dominant side. Much like the first time you had had sex when he had spanked you a few times. It had been an unfamiliar mix of pain and pleasure, something you had been slightly intrigued to explore a little more ever since.

And tonight, he let his inner dominant side take charge. As you stood before him, he issued his first command.

"Strip for me," he spoke with a soft smirk formed on his lips. So, you stripped down to your dainty knickers, earning a cocked brow as William sat on the edge of the bed. "Completely, älskling."

And with a gentle nod, you did as told.

"I knew you could be a good girl… come here."

However, just as you thought you were going to straddle your boyfriend and have the opportunity to ride him, he shifted you and pulled you to bend you over his knees with your ass in position for his right hand.

You suppressed a smile as William looked intensely at you, and you turned your head to meet his eyes.

“Why do you always have to be a fucking tease?” he asked with a dark chuckle, and you found yourself biting down on your lower lip before responding with an almost innocent smile.

“Because I can.”

Less than a second later, you felt William’s hand slamming across your ass cheek, earning a light moan from you as you closed your eyes and felt the sting on your skin.

“That’s right, baby…”

Then you felt the spank again.

“This is for being such a bad girl…”

And again. Every time, you couldn't help but let out a soft moan, feeling your core beginning to tingle, yet you craved something else entirely.

“Willy, I want to touch you,” you heard yourself softly speak after the fourth smack.

“Oh, you want to touch me? Alright, get up, babe,” he chuckled lightly, and again, you did as he said.

However, instead of giving you what you wished for, William leaned over to the nightstand, took out a pair of faux leather cuffs, and sat back in his position.

“Turn, älskling,” and with a quick eyeroll, you let him cuff your wrists together before he turned you back around and pulled you into his lap, one of his thick thighs between your legs for you to straddle. “Did you just roll your eyes at me?”

Again, his light chuckle had a hint of darkness and dominant disapproval, to which you naturally had to offer him a light nod.

Your knees were on the bed, William's muscles flexing against your core, and your wrists were tied behind your back; it wasn't exactly an easy position. But William felt content with it, and as his eyes wandered your body, he gave you his next command.

"Ride me," he smirked, placing his lips onto the sensitive skin of your neck, wrapping a hand behind your head, intertwining fingers with your hair, and the other holding your hips in place.

Slowly, you began rocking your hips, grinding your sensitive core against his thigh. And you couldn't help but moan a little, letting yourself sink into the pleasurable feeling of rubbing your clit against the dry fabric of his sweats.

William sucked and bit your neck in between kisses, releasing his mouth to stare at you with an intense glare as you closed your eyes and increased your speed. His hand on your lower back guided your motions, and slowly you became more and more eager, grinding yourself more intensely against him in search of the impending orgasm.

"Oh yes, Willy," you panted lightly, feeling the knot in your lower tummy form, and a euphoric state slowly clouding your mind.

"Yeah, it feels good, baby?"

"So, good, Willy..."

He could almost feel how you were clenching your walls in mere desperation to reach your peak, again increasing your speed as your breaths became incoherent.

"Don't come, baby."

"What?"

"I said: don't come," William's voice was filled with content as he observed how desperate you were, almost crying as you had to slow down your movements to avoid reaching climax.

It was torture.

You let out a whimper as you opened your eyes again and met his intense gaze.

"Willy, please…"

And as your cry rang like music in his ears, he felt his own need for release as his cock had solidly stiffened in his sweats.

"Looks like you've made a bit of a mess, baby," William chuckled again, noticing the wet patch you'd created on his thigh. "Stand up."

Without hesitation, you rose again, staring at your boyfriend with a slightly open mouth as he stripped down to nothing as well, before gently undoing your wrists.

"You're such a good girl for me," he praised with a low voice, carefully rubbing his thumb over your lower lip as his eyes locked intensely with yours.

"Always," you simply replied, gently licking his thumb before he bent down and forcefully connected your mouths. His hands found your ass as he hoisted you into his grip and firmly took a few steps to press you against the wall.

Your tongues were hungry to taste each other, mixing saliva. And you couldn't help but feel your core clenching as you felt William's member hard against your inner thigh.

“Willy, please, in me,” you almost begged in between kisses, and this time, you got what you wished for.

William's length quickly found your entrance, easing in as your arousal had provided a good amount of juices. You couldn’t contain your moans as he stretched your walls, harmonising with him as he felt every inch of your warmth.

And swiftly, his hips found a steady rhythm, pounding in and out of you as William shifted between connecting his lips with yours and moaning into the crook of your neck.

It was heated and passionate. No game anymore as you were making love and both craving a release. His cock felt so good inside of you, filling you up and stretching your walls as his deep moans echoed in your ears like sweet sounds.

“You feel so fucking amazing, baby.”

Your hands were tightly gripping onto his hair, and you soon found yourself again getting closer to the edge.

“Please, I want to come,” you cried out as William thrust into you, bringing dangerously close to your orgasm of he denied you once more.

But this time he gave you, his approval. And as soon as he spoke the words, you let out a deep moan and surrendered to the intense orgasm.

And before short, William felt himself about to reach his own climax. The tightness around him pushed him closer, and as he continued to fuck you through your high, feeling your muscles clench around him, he too let go and reached his peak, spilling his seed into your warmth.

“Yes… Mmm…” he let out deep grunts, slowly pumping a few more times as he regained his breath, both calming down from the intense high of finally giving in to deep desires.

In comfortable silence, you both untangled from the heated moment, gently cleaning up before retiring to the bed where William, as always, made sure to give you proper aftercare.

“I hope I wasn’t too rough with you,” he offered you a slightly concerned smile as you rested beside him.

“Not at all, Willy,” you flashed him a soft chuckle. “But I’m glad you're still worried about it.”

“Of course, älskling, I only want you to feel good.”

“You always make me feel so good, baby,” you smiled before placing a soft kiss on his lips.

**

Despite the intensity of the games you occasionally played, both of you found them more intriguing than anything else.

Especially after the Sweden trip and that memorable night, it became an ongoing play. When William was on the road, every day felt like torture for him. He'd play exceptionally well, knowing you'd be watching back at home. And in the evening, you'd catch up during a video call, where mutual self-pleasure often followed. Teasing photos were exchanged daily, ensuring he had something to look at in case he felt the need for release. And you'd be ready to guide him through it over the phone while satisfying yourself.

However, despite the fun of teasing when apart, nothing compared to how William would take you when he got back. Nearly every surface of his condo had been in contact with either of your skin. Whether it was your body on the dining table, his ass print on the sofa, your back against the shower, or any other wall, you'd been there.

Yet what amazed you the most, was how your relationship had evolved into something more. After being introduced as his girlfriend, you both had made your relationship public, not just to players and families but also to the rest of the world.

In his ever-so-chill and discreet way, William had posted stories of you on his social media, and you'd done the same about him. It was all rather cute, nothing overly lovey-dovey as Auston had put it. You were officially together for the world to see, and it felt more than amazing.

The only challenge you faced next was, of course, William’s contract extension.

It had been underway for a while, and although you were aware of it from the beginning, you tried not to think too much about it. Perhaps it was because the fear that William might not stay in Toronto lingered in the background, and discussing it might make it all too real, bringing tears to your eyes.

Not that you showed it to William. He didn't exhibit any signs of concern or worry, so you attempted to match his calm energy and simply enjoy the present. Your relationship was profound, and you were willing to make the best of every moment.

Yet, as the negotiations approached their final days, impatience grew within you. And your best way to deal with it was to show your man how much you cared for him and supported whatever decision they'd reach, which often meant taking him down your throat. It was a skill you proudly possessed, and it brought you almost as much pleasure as it did for him. 

And it was also very much on your mind during the family dinner.

Despite the overwhelming joy over William finalizing an 8-year extension in Toronto with a satisfactory salary, the thought lingered in your mind.

And amidst the Swedish chatting, cheers, delicious foods, and drinks, the idea of celebrating with William alone distracted you from keeping up with the mix of languages. Despite their best efforts to engage you in the conversation, you were more occupied with resting a hand on your boyfriend’s thigh, contemplating just how you were going to please him.

“Easy, baby,” William softly whispered in your ear as your hand had slowly travelled to cup his member through his baggy jeans. “Save it for later….”

You softly smiled to yourself, gently biting down on your lower lip as you let your hand slip back to just rest on his thigh again. And, before everyone wanted to rise from the table and go for an evening walk with the dogs, you couldn’t help but leave him with a small comment.

“Can’t wait to show you just how much of a good girl I can be for you.”

Your voice held nothing but seduction, and you knew that such a whisper in front of his family was way over the line. A line he had started crossing the night in Sweden, and you were simply playing along.

But your comment wasn’t left unattended as you noticed William’s flickering eyes and a smirk forming on his lips before he rose from his seat.

“Oh, you better be,” he merely whispered as they all began cleaning the table and left for a walk.

Fortunately, none of the family members stayed for long, needing rest due to jet lag, and soon you were back in the condo, slowly stripping each other as you shared deep, passionate kisses.

William's hands roamed your body as if he'd never explored it before, and you felt every inch of his skin you could reach. It was hungry, yet slow and intense as you lay on the bed, his fingers finding your core, stretching your walls while his tongue flicked and sucked your clit a few times.

He prepared you so well, making you feel incredible as your body trembled under his touch, feeling the intensity of a rush coursing through every cell and slowly clouding your mind.

He even brought you to orgasm just with his fingers and mouth, your fists clenching the bed sheets, letting your juices coat him as your mouth moaned his name over and over again.

William always took such good care of you, ensuring you came before he thought about his own needs. And tonight, he knew exactly how he wanted to finish.

And after your first orgasm, he then knelt, placed your ankles on his shoulders, and eased himself into your depths, feeling your walls tighten around him. He hovered over you, supporting himself on his arms, and had your knees come closer to your face before he pounded hard into you.

His skin slapped against yours as your uncontrollable moans filled the room, and he was touching the deepest parts inside you, making you squirm and cry out. It was intense as he kept hitting a very sensitive spot, overstimulating with every thrust, and it didn't take long before you let a second orgasm take over, screaming out curse words that clearly signalled your climax.

You were on cloud nine, your legs shaking when William released them from this position, and it took a moment to find air again before you could open your eyes and look at him with a satisfied smile.

Naturally, he returned it, confident and proud of his work as always, turning you into a piece of art of a mess again.

But tonight was not about you. It was about him.

And though William loved nothing more than to fuck you into oblivion, he did have something else in store for you.

"On your knees."

His voice was dark and husky as his fingers threaded through your hair, guiding you onto the floor. You obeyed without protest. His dominant side was showing again, and you felt a mix of excitement and shock as his eyes had turned darker after your passionate lovemaking.

You knelt before him, your eyes intensely looking up at his large figure, shifting between his face and his throbbing cock, hard and eager for release. You trembled as he approached, kneeling before you, his lips pressing against yours, and his tongue exploring your mouth.

You couldn't help but moan in response, your hands desperately seeking him. But swiftly, he withdrew, leaving you in need of more than just a heated kiss.

Then standing before you, William looked at you with a confident, smug expression. You were down on your knees for him, ready to please and bring him to climax after he'd been good to you. And as he took a step forward, aligning his hard member with your slightly parted lips, he looked down at you with deep desire in his eyes.

"Open up."

No more words were needed before you eagerly moistened your lips with your tongue and opened wide enough for you to take his length into your warm mouth.

William couldn't contain a deep moan as you took him in, letting your saliva cover his shaft as you tasted yourself. You used a hand to stroke the part your mouth couldn't reach, pushing yourself to take him in fully. And as the sensitive tip hit the very back of your throat, your nose struggled to control your breathing.

"Shit, yes, baby… so fucking good…"

William's dark grunts echoed through the bedroom, and you could taste his salty precum as he closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and slowly began rocking his hips. You felt his muscles tense and his grip on the back of your head tighten, and so you decided to make him see the stars he deserved. Taking in a deep breath through your nostrils, you did your best to relax your throat and took him all in, your nose meeting the skin above his cock as you felt your lower lip touch the top of his balls.

“Oh fuck…!” his moan came out in surprise as he looked down at you with wide eyes, gagging on his thick cock as you forced yourself to keep in him, tears polling in the corner of your eyes, before you gently pulled back to breath. You could tell that he had not expected that, and being a little proud on yourself, you then turned to his balls, took one in your mouth, sucked it a little as you gave his length a few strokes before giving the other ball the same attention. “Y/n/n… fu.. shi..” 

Saying William was speechless was an understatement, as you let your mouth to work every bit of tender skin he had to offer. Licking up his shaft again before you took the tip in your mouth again, circling with your tongue before once again down him entirely. Moaning around his cock you felt him twitch under your touch, and you knew he was getting closer to his climax. His moans and breaths seemed uncontrolled, his hand keeping your head in place as his hips began thrusting against you, and you had to hold your hands on his hips to keep him from choking you. 

“Baby, I’m gonna come…” 

William felt his climax about to peak, and then pulling you away from his cock, he looked down at you with a satisfied smirk. 

You were there on your knees between his leg, with your mouth open. Ready to be fed. Your eyes looked up at him with hunger, as you watched as he stroked himself. Slowly. Intently. His veins were engorged, and he build and build until he was ready to climax. 

“Stick your tongue out for me.” And you did a told. “Mmm that’s a good girl.”

With a deep grunt, he then stuck his cock in your mouth again, and unloaded onto your palate. His sticky cum coated your tongue and painted the inside of your mouth white.

And just before you could do anything, he spoke again.

“Hold it. Do not swallow until I say so….” 

He released his member from your warm mouth, and you had to keep control of yourself as you held his cum in your mouth, looking up at him as he gently stroked your hair. “Oh fuck… you have no idea how pretty you look…”

You had to focus your gaze on him, letting yourself enjoy the sweet and salty taste of him. Your eyes batting as you awaited his final command.

William enjoyed the image of you before him more than he’d expected. You were so fucking gorgeous, and you were his. Letting his thumb gently rub over your lips as he was calming down from his high, he then gave you your last treat.

“You can swallow now, baby.”

And so, you did.

You let his cum glide down your sore throat before gasping for air. William always tasted so good. Like you couldn’t get enough of him; you could eat him like candy, send him to pleasure as you challenged your own abilities.

And as always, being the gentleman he was, William helped you rise from the floor, pulling you in for a tender embrace, and placed a soft kiss on your lips.

You couldn’t contain a smile as you gazed up at him, your arms finding his neck as you enjoyed the warmth from his body.

“Congratulations on the contract, Willy,” you spoke softly, gently playing with the locks of his hair.

And returning your smile, William let out a light chuckle. “Thanks, babe… you were fucking incredible.”

“I know,” you replied with a wide grin. “I just love pleasing you like that.”

“Mmm… can’t really complain, now can I…”

“Hmm, no, I don’t think you can.”

As rough and dominant as William could be, he also showed a caring and soft side. And after cleaning you both up in the bathroom, he prepared for bed and let you cuddle in his arms as you again locked eyes in a comfortable silence, before he broke it.

“Move in with me…”

His words came as a complete surprise.

“What?”

“Move in with me,” he repeated with a light chuckle, his voice suggesting it was the most obvious thing to do. And you couldn’t control how your eyes darted from side to side as you stared into his.

“Willy, are you sure? Or are you just trying to be nice?”

But the question wasn’t all that sudden to William. For a while now, he had been thinking about it, mostly because you spent so much time at his place anyway. It would just make sense that you didn’t have another place. Besides, you always took care of his dogs when he was on the road, so you might as well just live there. To him, it seemed so simple.

“Of course, otherwise I wouldn’t ask.”

His calm demeanour could still take you by surprise, and as you let out a light sigh and a chuckle, you just looked at his wonderful blue eyes.

“Alright, let me think about it.”

#18+ #Inexperienced!reader x Willy #william nylander imagine #nhl smut #wn88 imagine #william nylander smut #nhl hockey imagine #toronto maple leafs imagine #SlutsforPresidentNylander

[factual-fantasy]

26 ASKS!! :DD THANK U VERY MUCH!!🎨

Well that wouldn't be a good thing to do- Its very well known that I don't like fanart of my works..

If you wanna show that you like Bibi, just leave a comment please!

Seriously ya'll, just comments. Reblogs, tags, asks.. what ever form they may take. All I look forward to when posting artwork is reading all the responses. 👍

@solst1ce-sketches

WAAAHGAGAG THANK YOU SO MUCH!! AND HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!! 😭😭💖💖💖😭💖

@luna-purple454

Oh they're both fine! :0 Other than some angst ideas I had for them-- they're both still alive and well XD I just haven't drawn them in a while :/

@minnesotamedic186

I can hardly wait! :DDD (And yes you can XD)

@butterbreadsworld

Sorry, I don't take requests. Thank you though!! :}}

@i-v-y67

Blackmail XDD

@samcat2

I still like transformers! Though I'm not really interested in drawing it atm.. thank you though!! :DD

(Post in question)

XDDD fr tho--

:DD Thank youuu!! :}}}

@kiinther

XDD Blue is too big for that too! Though Seafoam might be able to give her a little peck on the cheek 👀 if either of them would just confess their feelings already <XDD

I know, and I hate all of it. :(

Also thank you so much! :DD

I was thinking that they're kind'a a cross between the two.

They pillage and raid other ships, but they don't normally go for "innocent" ships.. if they attack anyone, its usually other rotten pirates or slave ships maybe? "Bad" ships I guess you could say-

As for the voice claims. If like you explained- you happen upon an OC of mine and think "HE LOOKES LIKE HE SOUNDS EXACTLY LIKE THAT OTHER GUY" Then feel free to send it on over to me! :DD

But don't go out of your way to find voice claims for my characters as a gift or a form of fanart. Remember! All I really want is comments. Engagement with my work means everything to me! <:)

@neo-metalscottic (Post in question)

AAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! :DDD I'm so glad you like him!! :}} And that head injury was kind'a just a pose prompt. Though I might slap some lore on it and make it canon! :00

As for Papyrus.. its complicated.

Papyrus had accepted long ago that Sans and all his friends were gone. And that he was never going to see them again.. It really hurt. And it took him a very long time to accept that fact. But he did. He knows in his soul that his true brother is gone..

That didn't make seeing "Sans" again any less painful though. He probably saw a Sans through the trees in a new Snowdin. Man, I cant imagine how he felt.

The whole multiverse thing was explained to him by Frisk. He knows that's not his Sans. He knows its not him. But gosh. Its been so long since he's seen his brothers smile. What he would give to hear one of his silly puns again. What he would give to hear his voice.. to just.. to hug him one last time..

Frisk would grab Papyrus' hand, "Papyrus.. we need to go.. please, common.."

Seeing the other Papyrus walk into view and begin talking to that Sans.. He recollects himself. Its not him. Sans is gone. He's been gone for a very long time..

With tears streaming down his face, he would find the strength to grip Frisk's hand.. and turn away.

It never gets easier..

@jesterpiecethejester

Sorry, I don't take drawing requests! Plus the crews already pretty full as it is- <XDD

@bunny-coffee

I didn't intend to ever draw Frank and Eddie in a romantic light.. becuase yeah like you said, I just don't really like ships. Or honestly any romantic content that isn't my own OCs. Idk I just don't really enjoy drawing it--

But that's kind'a what I feared about the Welcome Home fandom if I'm being honest. I felt like people were really protective over Eddie and Frank. And if I revealed that I wasn't interested in drawing them as an item, canon or not? I felt like I would get a loooot of backlash.

But hey, I found a loophole. Just don't draw them together and there wont be any drama! :D It sucks though becuase Frank is a big part of Eddies lore and all his flashback shenanigans-

(Also thank you! :DD )

@beryl-shade

Oh! No no, its just made of seafoam! :0 Though whipped cream would make sense because he's a cookie- <XD

I do??

Huh.. I guess I do don't I..

What do I do with that power--

@sparkdrawsstuff

Well the strongest would be Blue Beauty by far- but looking at the smaller cookies? I think Seafoam is probably the strongest. But that's mostly due to him being so big. He's the biggest cookie on the crew and most of his strength just comes from packing more weight to his punch.

Though another toughy on the ship would be Louis. He may not be very big. But boy that crab arm? He has a grip strong enough to break cookies in half. And enough upper body strength to take your pieces and chuck em overboard--- 💀💀💀I wouldn't mess with either of them tbh--

As for the bounty.. that's a good question. :0 I wanna say Seafoam because he's the Captain an all.. but I really like the idea of Cuttlefish having this dark past and a surprisingly huge bounty over her head- 👀👀

@wilmawillow

<XD I think you might have got those two words switched around. I don't take drawing requests! But I've considered going back to some old artwork and redrawing them in my updated style.. 👀👀

@danikoshi

Not really.. :( There have been times in the past where I have asked for drawing ideas/requests when I was feeling low. But now a days I have plenty of ideas to draw so I don't need to do that anymore-

And to be totally honest, when someone says "Hey draw this thing for me." It just makes me go-

@astaherussy

You can find all the lore you need about Papyrus in this ask post! Just scroll down a bit and you'll find all the links and a bonus paragraph <XD

As for the tags. If you wanna see my AU with Jevil and the gang, you can find that under my #deltarune tag. They're also tagged under #Undertale but that will also bring up my Refinedtale AU and other au stuff-- :00

As for the Octonauts question, bro I EAT questions like these! :DD

Its a very interesting prompt. Usually we think of Captain Barnacles as very level headed and calm. He seems like one to bounce back from any situation and keep leading the team no problem. But man. After something like that? That's gotta scare him to his core.

I can see Barnacles being more tense and not wanting any of the crew to stray too far from him or the Octopod. I can imagine that he would give Kwazii a lot of time to recover, a lot more than he actually needs. And maybe even going as far to forbid him from going on certain missions.

But after a little time and maybe a talk with Kwazii. I'm sure both Kwazii and the Captain would recover from the experience and continue on as normal.

(Also thank you! I hope this response was along the lines of what you were hoping for-- :00 )

I pictured it being like really dense soap bubbles. They smell nice and can be picked off his coat or head. But if you jumped on his coat foam you wouldn't sink through. It would be like a big cushion that you could sit on top of. If that makes sense?? <XDD

@danman22ful

Out my OCs? Probably Seafoam 🥺

Out of the game cookies? Uhhhm.. well, I don't really know/remember any of the characters.. But Tea Knight cookie looks really cool! :0 He gives me major Reinhardt vibes :))

Thank you so much!!!! :DDD

@insanityislife101 (I couldn't find the post in question :((( )

Oh fr??? Cool! He was in character after all! :DD

#my response #octonauts #undertale #deltarune #papyrus #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run ocs #my ocs #factual fam #welcome home

[midnighskyline]

Them comforting you...with a twist

Characters-Levi, Eren, Armin, Sasha

Trigger warnings ⚠️-blood, gun, death, not proof read

Note-i was in a mood and needed comfort when this came to me. Enjoy!

Levi

You pushed yourself forward, knocking a scout of the way of fire as a pun pointed, aming to shoot, a loud bang had you coughing up blood. You struggled to stay on your feet as two more bullets pierced your chest; more blood slipped passed your lips as you looked down as the waterfall of red liquid coming from your wounds, you stumbled sideways and off the tree branch, falling to the ground. With a swift motion Levi sliced the shooters head off, projecting his ODM gear to a tree he hung there as he caught your hand. Lowering you to the ground he kneeled beside you, grabbing your hand gently in his as he called out for you to open your eyes. He wanted to tell you that it was all ok, that you were ok but he couldn't, you were losing to much blood; he couldn't bring himself to lie to you not even as you lay on the grassy ground losing consciousness and seeing Levi for one last time.

Eren

He wasn't that far away when it happened, when a tiyan was slan and fell to the ground with a big thud, he watched as your house lifted from the ground and flipped over landing on your lower half. A loud cry of your name pulled you from the oain for a breef moment before a hand was on your shoulders, shaking you untill your eyes opened before threatening to close again. Eren yelled at you to keep your eyes open, the coldness traveled from your trapped legs to your crushed stumic until your hands were just as cold as the rest of you and soon your eyelids were far to heavy to keep open.

Armin

It was bad, he knew it was bad and so did you; he tried to keep tears in and keep a hopeful smile as to not let you be scared as you bleed to death, but he was failing as a tear sliped passed and he began to slightly shake. You laid on a roof top with Armin's hand wrapped gently around yours; blood passed the corners of your slightly parted lips, you stared blankly at the slight curve of Armin's downwards lips, his shirt blond hair dangling down and casting a small shadow over his forehead, his eyes more deep than the sea that he loves and bluer than the timeless sky; if you were being honest you wouldn't want to die without this view of him being the last thing you see.

Sasha

It all happened so fast, one moment you were standing by your friends, a girl climed on board, looking her way you seen as she lifted up her rifle and shot, a single shot that pirced your stumic, and the next moment you were on the ground, red liquid sleeping from you mouth and bullet wound as Sasha squeezed your hand, tears streaming from her eyes and down her face as she screamed your name and told you to stay awake. With dull eyes you slowly look at her and smile before breath your last breath.

The end

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Kinda want to make a part two to this, I've been in such a crying mood sence attack on titans last episode 💔 I seriously can't believe it's over🤕🤕 thank you for reading.

Midnighskyline~

#AOT #aot #AOT x reader #aot angst #attack on titan angst #Levi x reader #Levi x reader angst #Eren x reader #Eren x reader angst #Armin x reader #Armin x reader angst #Sasha x reader #Sasha x reader angst #Levi #Eren #Armin #Sasha

[angelltheninth]

The letters C, U, M for the bad batch? I really want it lmao.

I see what you did there Anon, I like puns as much as the next person but unfortunately I am compelled to answer them in alphabetical order.

Pairing: Hunter, Crosshair, Tech, Wrecker, Echo x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, cum play, power play, creampie, grinding, teasing, discipline, cum marking, breeding kink

A/N: I have a taglist now DM me or leave a comment if you wanna be added to it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Because he has a huge breeding kink he has to come inside of you, specifically inside your pussy and watch it leak out before pushing it back in with either his cock or his fingers, doesn't really matter which to him.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing you in armor. No really. It reveals literally nothing, he knows full well what's underneath but he has to strip if all down from you bit by bit. By the time has you fully naked he's already creaming the inside of his tight suit.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Likes to tease and be teased back. For him it's all part of foreplay before the big event. The more manages to rile you up the harder he knows you'll come at him when the clothes gets taken off and he welcomes that challenge with open arms and hard cock.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He likes to make you beg for cum and to come. He can edge himself as long as he has to until he hears the desperate, high, needy whine fall from your lips.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Anything that has you showing you belong to him. It can be adding bits and pieces of his armor to yours, it can be you walking around with his hickies on full display, it can just be you holding onto his arm while you walk, it can be you taking an interest and cleaning his sniper rifle, that last one in particular.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

This man is the biggest tease in the universe. He's always teasing you, be it his words, his looks, his touches, anything and everything. You are never safe from his teasing, not even during a mission or on the battlefield.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He's not a messy person so he'd like to keep it inside of you as much as possible. Don't get him wrong he will always wear yours on his fingers and his mouth and chin but for his cum he would prefer if there wasn't too much to clean up after. Which is sometimes difficult because of how damn horny you always get him.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Your voice. He loves everything about it, loves how you sound when you laugh, when you scold him or the other members of the Batch, when you get so engrossed in something that you can't stop talking about it. He almost wants to ignore his boner and listen to you talk forever.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

While he could be a very good tease when he wants to due him being great with words he likes it when you tease him more. It also doesn't help that he's easily flustered when you do, putting his helmet back on when it gets to be too much.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

This big man has a ton of cum to give you and loves to see you covered with it, from your chest all the way to your thighs and particularly in between. You love it too, don't lie, he sees that look in your eyes.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you're really soft with him. Usually he's expected to be the tank, the muscle, the heavy lifter, so when you treat him so softly, when you look at him so softly, he can't help but want you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He gets extremely flustered when you tease him so he always wants to tease you back. But alright, he can give you this one win over him, he can't hide how he feels. Just promise not to tell anyone else how easily you get to him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He likes on both of you equally, he'll gladly lick it off you no questions asked, and when yours is on his fingers he'll push them towards you. The same thing when he pushes his cum back inside of you, you get to lick what's left on his fingers.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Cuddles are always a good way to get him hard. He loves feeling your body against his, with no clothes in the way. And when you start grinding back against his cock he is gone for you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He can't handle being teased for the life of him but he will deny it when ever you bring it up. Which sucks for him because those adorable reactions make you tease him more. It's a vicious cycle indeed.

#star wars #star wars x reader #the bad batch #the bad batch x reader #hunter x reader #crosshair x reader #tech x reader #wrecker x reader #echo x reader #star wars smut #star wars imagine #the bad batch smut #the bad batch imagine #tbb headcanons #tbb x reader #tbb smut #tbb imagines #nsft alphabet

[life-winners-liveblog]

Watching Last Life- session 7

Part 4

Grian: And now everything is on fire.

Scar: Arson!

Pearl: And It's not Cleo or Scar this time...weird.

~~~~~

Martyn: Robbing Joel? Sounds fun.

Pearl: Second time you do that Scott.

Scott: Yep!

Grian: And Cleo wants to burn it down...makes sense.

Pearl: Oh finally! I was almost starting to worry.

~~~~~

Martyn: You really had to get the dogs first? Now Joel knows you are in his base. So smart Scott.

Scott: I don't need that sort of attitude from someone who can't do basic addition.

Martyn: ... I hate you...so much...

...this is all your fault Pearl.

Pearl: Oh yeah I know, one of my best moments I believe.

~~~~~

Pearl: Burn it down! Burn it down! Burn it down!

Scar: Burn it down! Burn it down! Burn it down!

Grian: You guys have problems.

Pearl: Duh! But so do you Grian!

Grian: Thats very true.

Scar: Want to join us?

Grian: You know what? Sure. Burn it down! Burn it down! Burn it down!

Pearl: Yeah! Arson!

Scar: Arson!!!

Scott: Oh gods we all need serious mental help here.

Martyn: Took you a while to notice, I tought it was pretty obvious to anyone with more then zero eyes.

~~~~~

Martyn: Well that's a yikes.

Scar: Ouch

Pearl: Scott?!? What did pas you just say!? I must have heard wrong mate.

Scott: I don't know why I said that to Lizzie! It was an accident! I didn't think about it at the time.

Grian: You did Joel so dirty... *bursts out laughing*

Martyn: Didn't know you had it in you. Sucks to be Joel though.

Scott: Guys!

Scar: Giant ouch. Poor Joel.

Pearl: I don't know what to say mate. That was cold.

Scott:... Wait... was...was that a pun on my ice magic? Really Pearl?

Pearl: Mayyyybe.

Scott: Pearl!

Grian: Did you *pftt* really have to imply that Lizzie made a bad decision by marrying Joel? *giggles* Shameless really.

Scar: You shouldn't talk about people behind their backs Scott. *shakes head in fake disappointment*

Pearl: he wasn't, he was in a different part of the map, completely different.

Scott: This isn't fair, you guys are just bullying me at this point!

Martyn: Now you know how it feels to be me.

~~~~~

Grian: Wait Jimmy died! He's out!

Pearl: I litterally blinked and now he's dead!?

Scott: Yep, from here on out It's just chaos.

Grian: He died first... AGAIN!?

Martyn: Uh...interesting...

Pearl: Wait did Jimmy die first in all of our games!??

Scar: Ah no! Not mine! That was- wait no I shouldn't tell you that...

Pearl: Oh well then-

Scar: He died ten minutes after though-

Grian: And Mumbo as well... wait Last Life me killed Mumbo? Why?

Scott: I'm not... sure?... I wasn't there to witness it you know?

Grian: ... I know It's just- nevermind.

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#trafficblr #traffic series #scott smajor #grian #pearlescentmoon #martyn inthelittlewood #goodtimeswithscar #liveblog #last life

[berry-messy-scribbles]

Junkrat having a crush on you - headcanons

Pairing: Junkrat/Jamison Fawkes x GN!Reader

Summary: General headcanons of Jamison Fawkes aka Junkrat having a crush on reader.

Words: 1,500

Tags: SFW; gender-neutral reader; fluff

Warnings/triggers: minor curse words

A/N: "I absolutely adore Junkrat and his expanded characterization in overwatch 2, so I decided to write some headcanons for my favourite pyromaniac. I hope you will enjoy this piece as much as I enjoyed writing it!" - Mod Berry

Oh boy, you bet that there will be a lot of puns involved. You know those interactions, that they added in overwatch 2? From casual puns, they will evolve into cheesy pickup lines. Not to mention, if you show the slightest bit that you do enjoy them or lord forbid, you follow up with an even dorkier response - expect to be smothered in bad puns every time he sees you. Jamison will be more than happy to share with you his special chemistry pickup lines such as:

"Are you carbon monoxide? Cuz ya sure take my breath away!"

"Excuse me darl, but did ya lose an electron? Cuz you are positively attractive!"

"Damn I've never seen a bomb like you! And I make those every day 24/7!"

"Oh, how I wish you were like Avogadro cuz then I would already know your number!"

I imagine he tells them with a full happy grin plastered on his face followed by a wink ;)

Jamison would definitely try too hard to sweep you off your feet by bragging about his and Roadhog's heists or even about their casual shenanigans. Don't worry, Mako makes sure to add realism to those and embarrasses him from time to time, by telling exactly how they went. For example:

"Oi Roadie do you remember the time when I saved both of our asses in Numbani by MY magnificent and strategically thought out plan?"

"You mean that one time you accidentally lit your ass on fire just to confuse the guards and buy us some time to escape? Yeah, that sure was something Rat."

The big man then lets out a hearty chuckle.

*gasp* "Betrayed by my own crime partner!"

At first, it would embarrass the hell out of Jamie. He would desperately try to explain to Mako that his pride and chance at a relationship with you is at stake, but then he sees you laugh, and just like that all his worry instantly disappears. From that very moment, he would tell all the awkward details himself just so he could hear you laugh one more time.

This also includes Junkrat telling you a different story about how he lost his finger, since the first time you have ever asked him about it. You would call him out at any given chance though. However, you appreciated his effort in trying to brighten up your day even if it meant listening to the silliest of tales of Jamison's lost finger.

“Oh, this? This is a painful reminder of my tragic yet complicated past." he follows up with a very expressive pose like the drama queen he is.

"Dude you are literally missing an arm and a leg. How could the finger be the main focus?"

"Y/N I am flattered that you are so invested in my backstory but no spoilers! Even for you. Now, where was I? Ah yes! (...)"

Some of these stories included his supposed memories from the outback. Probably back when he wasn't featured on every wanted poster in Junker Queen's domain.

"I lost me finger to a bunch of fellow junkers in a truth or dare fight in a bar, and you wouldn’t believe that it was because of the truth part!” 

Other times it would be something so ridiculous that you can't help but snort at the simple prospect of that situation ever happening to Jamison.

“There was this one time when I had to wrestle a quokka for my lunch! Don't ever let them fool ya with those big ol' eyes and cutesy faces. I am tellin’ ya those things are bloodthirsty. I got my food back but the little rascal took my finger as revenge!"

"I am not blaming it though, sometimes even I wonder how I taste."

That last part earned him a well-deserved nudge, followed up by a sigh and being called a "dumbass" ( affectionate ) in response.

"Y/N you know that I am messing with you right? Or am I?"

But do not be fooled as this man is far from stupid as everyone likes to think. This man can be a menace to society and still be a genius. I had to include that in the note because I am sick and tired of people brushing it off. You have noticed that not only his craftmanship and his entire workshop reflect that statement but also his special interest, which is drumrolls please - philosophy! Specifically speaking, philosophy of mathematics. His newest interaction with Sigma shows that Jamie is aware of concepts such as Zeno's paradox. But why am I sharing this headcanon with you? That is because I am sure that if Jamison sees that you are interested in what he has to say, ( unless being ignored by like half of the other characters *cough* ) and therefore feel comfortable around you, he will be so excited to infodump you with all sorts of fun facts!

Whenever he sees you worry about his health, whether it would be because of his recklessness on the battlefield or an experiment in his workshop gone wrong Junkrat feels unusual. That is the best way to put it. Not many people care about his well-being. In fact, most of them wish something bad would happen to him or simply ignore his injuries ( I am looking at you Mercy ) so this blonde mess of a guy is used to not even notice the pain in the first place. Jamison tries harder to be more careful knowing that there is a special someone that cares about his safety. The thought of you caring about him that much fills his stomach with butterflies.

Having said that he is still the pyromaniac we know of and Jamison would most definitely use his explosives to create something entirely dedicated to you. That way he gets to demonstrate his engineering skills and show you that he is not an all talk no action kinda guy. There was this one time when he got too carried away though. He carefully prepared everything and showed you the results of his hard work but.. let’s just say... it gave you mixed signals? I mean, how could you possibly feel about bombs arranged in Y/N exploding at a rapid-fire rate just to leave nothing but ashes and flickering flames behind? Jamie was so eager to get any reaction from you but in your mind, you were so confused. Is this supposed to be a threat or a love confession? In Junkrat’s case, it could be both at the same time.

Junkrat gasping for air all proud of himself with what it seems like stars in his eyes after the explosion: “So what do you think? Am I good or what?”

Y/N standing there with wide eyes, while thinking to themself *chuckle* “I am in danger.” It would be rude to leave him with no response so you settled for “Great, it was sure something to see my initials get blown away. Truly a sight I won’t ever forget.”

“Aww Y/N you sure have a way with words.” 

Having said that if you are not the kind of person who likes grand gestures, don’t worry Jamison will understand and won’t bother you with any going forward. He might be one of the most wanted criminals but he still has class.

Speaking of another wanted criminal Jamison would so rant about you to Mako. It happens anywhere at any given moment no matter if it's fitting or not - from their daily hangouts to the dangers of their crime-filled life. I imagine that even when their lives are being threatened Jamie will still make sure to mention how gorgeous and cool you are to Roadhog because something they encountered reminded him of you.

"Oi look Roadie! That is just like the show Y/N was talking about that I need to watch. I wonder what they are up to right now. " while being tied up.

"Rat that is not the time to talk about Y/N we gotta scram."

This would also include Jamison daydreaming about you and losing his focus on the battlefield. Mako was once fed up with that behaviour and had to interfere.

"Look Jamison if you do that one more time there might not be another chance for you to see Y/N so be more careful god dammit."

The sole thought of not being able to see you again was Jamison's driving force to how he puts it "get his shit together" and focus more on his actions. Jamie cares about you a lot and not being able to see you one more time would be his worst nightmare. Your beautiful face, the way you laugh, talk about your special interests and listen to his, the way you sneeze or cup his hands when he is injured or hell even being called a dumbass by you all gone because of his carelessness? Nothing scares him more than the idea of losing you.

#overwatch x reader #junkrat x reader #jamison fawkes x reader #overwatch headcanons #junkrat headcanons #jamison fawkes headcanons

[arianamidnight]

Outburst

Hazbin hotel fic

My AU that's why it's OOC and pretty far from cannon

Warnings: swearing, mention of violence, ships (Varlie)

Summary: Vaggie had enough of hotel residents teasing her about Charlie. But, what if the person she'll fall out on, didn't mean it? And, moreover, will take it personally?

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Vaggie growled, sitting on the sofa in the lobby. She was so done! Whole this week, after Charlie went to the VoxTec to help Angel Dust and came back... Ugh, so annoying!

Vaggie stomped her foot. After Angel Dust gave her Charlie with "I think this is yours" phrase everything went fucking bad. At first she didn't pay attention to this. But, shit!

Next was Alastair. Charlie got really emotional towards one of his usual puns, and started sobbing. Radio demon didn't think about anything better than call Vaggie and give her Charlie, with "I assume, this is yours, my dear". That already made Vaggie's eye twitch.

Next was Husk. That time he gave princess a bit too hard alcohol, and she while getting drunk started crying because Niffty killed the bug. And again, what happened? Vaggie was called, Charlie was tossed into her arms and told: "This is yours. Not my problem."

Vaggie stood up and started walking around the lobby growling. Yes she was Charlie's girlfriend, but that didn't mean that she was the only one who would calm princess down!

Vaggie rapidly turned around to walk towards the opposite side of the lobby, and... Almost bumped into Lucifer, who was carrying something.

"Sorry, your majesty" sighed Vaggie and took a deep breath to calm down. She was Charlie's first helper, so she couldn't let herself show so inappropriate behaviour infront of the ruler of hell.

Sob

Vaggie blinked. Did she hear a sob?

Vaggie looked up from the floor and noticed that the "thing" Lucifer was holding turned to be... Charlie, warped in the blanket, in tears.

It was the last drop for Vaggie. She growled in fury.

"I swear to Edem, if you would say this is yours I won't look that you can kill me in one go, and won't hesitate to try to rip your throat!"

From this harsh words Lucifer gasped, and even Charlie stopped crying.

For Lucifer it was worse then a blade into the heart. Ruler of hell looked down, and his body started shaking.

"O-oh... Actually I was about to ask how you calm Charlie down in such situations, because you were with her for so long... And I wasn't in her life at all and am the worst father ever..." after finishing this sentence, Lucifer was barely holding his tears.

Vaggie gasped when she realised how much she fucked up. Fallen angel gently put Charlie on the floor, covering his pain with slight smile.

"As I see my Little Apple calmed down, s-so I would b-better l-leave..."

Lucifer took a deep breath, tears falling down his cheeks, and teleported away with spark of golden light.

"Dad, no!" Charlie tried to stop him, but it was too late.

Vaggie blinked in shock. She felt so much guilty right now. She knew HOW Lucifer loves his daughter! And how badly ruler of hell regrets not being part of her life for so long! Of course seeing Charlie cry for the first time in his life he would panick, and look for someone who has experience. For someone like Vaggie!

Charlie looked around, hearing a strange sound. Princess of hell sighed, when she noticed her girlfriend on the floor with wide eyes.

"C-charlie... I... I'm s-sorry! I'm s-so s-sorry... I d-didn't mean t-to! C-charlie! I swear, I...." Vaggie wasn't able to talk straight. Guilty, fear, sadness. All this feelings overwhelmed her at once.

Charlie walked towards her girlfriend and sat near her. Princess of hell hugged Vaggie.

"Shhhhh~ It's okey, Vaggie. I know you didn't mean to" Charlie whispered into her ear.

A few minutes passed in silence, Charlie and Vaggie cuddling on the floor. Finally Vaggie took a deep breath.

"Thanks Babe... I'm really sorry for hurting your father's feelings. Just..." Vaggie sighed.

Vaggie never talked with Charlie about those situations, but looks like now was the time.

"Wait, what?!" Charlie gasped after her girlfriend explained reason of her outburst.

Vaggie nodded with a sigh. Charlie shook her head softly.

"Silly. You should have told me about this much earlier. Please, don't hide from me if something is making you uncomfortable. Deal?" Princess of hell stood up and landed her girlfriend a hand.

Vaggie grabbed Charlie's palm and stood up with a smile.

"Deal. From now on I would immediately tell you if something will get on my nerves" Vaggie chuckled. But after, she remembered Lucifer and got a bit nervous.

Charlie immediately noticed it and smiled.

"Don't worry, Vaggie. I know how to cheer dad up. And... I will need your help~" princess of hell giggled misciviously.

Vaggie snickered. This girl was definitely a ball of cheer and mischief.

"I'm fully in, Princess~" Vaggie winked to Charlie, making her blush.

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Lucifer was curled up under the blanket in his room. Tears were running down fallen angel's cheeks. He fucked up, again. Normal father must know how to deal with his own daughter in tears! But, Lucifer didn't know... When Charlie entered his room, in tears, he started panicking. So pathetic! Ruler of hell, panicking because his daughter is sobbing! All demons would lose any respect if they'll find out! And the fact that he can easily kill half of them won't do a thing.

Fallen angel whined. He was so done. Probably, Alastor was right and he is pathetic piece of shit. Charlie deserves so much better than him...

Suddenly the door opened slowly. Lucifer stuck his muzzle out from under the blanket. Fallen angel saw that person who entered his room was Charlie.

Oh, she wasn't alone. Vaggie was there too.

When Lucifer noticed Charlie's girlfriend he got back under the blanket. No, no, no! He didn't want to be called pathetic and bad father! Now again! Now now...

"Daddy?" Charlie called softly, sitting on the bed corner.

Lucifer didn't answer.

Charlie and Vaggie looked at each other. Vaggie sighed.

"Your majesty, I wanted to apologize. I really didn't mean to yell" Vaggie walked towards the bed and kneeled down on the floor near Charlie.

Lucifer slightly peeked out of the blanket.

"R-realy?" hesitantly asked ruler of hell.

"Yes" Vaggie nodded. "I didn't mean to remind you of the past. And now I feel really bad for hurting your feelings. It's just..."

Vaggie sighed. Charlie put her palm on Vaggie's shoulder for emotional support. Vaggie smiled gratefully.

"It's just that during last week, Charlie got emotional and cried a lot of times. And all those times I was one calming her down. I got really tired that everyone would just think that it's my duty to calm her down" Vaggie growled slightly, getting annoyed again. Charlie started playing with her girlfriend's hair to calm her down.

Lucifer got out from the blanket. Fallen angel nodded to himself. This explained a lot. Vaggie always was really polite with him. Why he didn't think that something must have happened to make Charlie's girlfriend aft this way?! But no, he must have started overthinking!

Lucifer sighed and shook his head.

"I forgive you, Vaggie. And I apologize for the bright reaction. I was pretty stressed lately" ruler of hell looked down, feeling embarrassed that he was acting like a child.

"Don't worry dad, it's okey. You don't need to apologize~" Charlie hugged her father. Lucifer hugged his daughter back with a smile.

"Thanks Little Apple" fallen angel closed his eyes. His daughter was one and only person who can make him feel comfortable really fast.

But then...

"But I am not happy that you were all stressed lately. You definitely need some cheering up~" Charlie giggled misciviously, and hugged Lucifer tighter, keeping him still.

"L-little Apple! W-what are you..."

But fallen angel wasn't able to finish the sentence. Suddenly he felt Vaggie squeezing his knee.

"Eeeeehihihihik! Nohohohoho! Vahahahaggie! Nahahahahat... Eeeeehihihihik, thehehehere!" ruler of hell immediately burst into giggles, squealing from every squeeze.

"Whoa, you vere right Charlie. It seems like a baaad spot~" Vaggie chuckled playfully, as she continued squeezing Lucifer's knees.

"If you think this is bad, then look~" Charlie giggled and took a deep breath.

Lucifer's pupils went wide as he realised what is about to happen.

"Chahaharlie, plehehease mehehercy!~" begged fallen angel, giggling from the knees tickles.

But, actually both Lucifer and Charlie knew that fallen angel he can easily teleport away, or shapeshift into the snake. But ruler of hell was really enjoying the tickles from his daughter and her girlfriend.

When Charlie blew a raspberry on the side of Lucifer's neck, he burst into bubbly laughter. Vaggie even stopped squeezing his knees, facinated with the sound.

After the second raspberry, fallen angel got hiccups, what made his laughter more rapid and high pitched.

After hearing her father hiccuping, Charlie stopped with raspberries. She let Lucifer go, and he fell on the bed in giggling and hiccuping mess.

"Dad, you okey there?" Charlie snickered.

Vaggie was looking at this interaction with soft smile. Those two definitely needed father and daughter bonding.

"Yehehehes, I'm hic fihihine" Lucifer bubbled and then took a deep breath.

"I wanna apologize again for my behaviour, your majesty" said Vaggie softly.

"It's okey Vaggie. Thanks to your sneak attack I feel much better." fallen angel rolled his eyes with a smile and sat on his bed.

"Oh, about that..." Charlie look down with guilty smile.

Vaggie and Lucifer shared a look.

"Little Apple?"

"Babe?"

Charlie giggled nervously and shrugged.

"I just wanted to say that I didn't cry for real this time. Sorry dad, but I just wanted to prank you." princess of hell admited.

"Whaaaaat?!" Vaggie and Lucifer growled simultaneously.

Charlie looked at her father and girlfriend with puppy eyes and ingratiating smile

"I'm sorry?"

Vaggie sighed.

"Babe, it sounds like a question, rather than as apology." Vaggie tried to sound stern, but couldn't help a soft smile.

Lucifer shook his head, embarrassed. How came he didn't notice that Charlie was pretending?

"Little Apple, you're so naughty!" playfully pouted Lucifer.

Girls giggled.

"I'm so getting you back for it" added fallen angel with miscivious smile.

"Now I at least know who she got this miscivious attitude from." sighed Vaggie, and all three of them burst out with laughter.

#hazbin hotel #tickle fic #hazbin hotel fic #hazbin hotel tickle #lee!lucifer #ler!charlie #ler!vaggie #cheer up tickles #hazbin sad!Lucifer #hazbin hotel Varlie

[voidandabyssal]

Uh random prompt: of your favorite brothers, what’s your interpretation on how they would react to someone they care about (Romantic or platonic writers choice) getting turned into an amalgam?

ohhh, this is hard! I have too many favourites!

UT Sans:

when he first finds you he's horrified.

he was suspocious at first when Alphys kept putting off your arrival home. Eventually he decided to go looking. Finding you and the rest of the amalgrams horrified him. He despretly tries to figure out a way to fix you and the other amalgrams

He spends months locking himself away in his own lab trying to help you. He pushes everyone away, even you, as he works himself to death for a cure.

It's only when Papyrus drags him upstairs and lectures him for pushing him and yourself away.

Once Sans gets it through his head that this isn't the route to go, he takes breaks and spends more time with you. Helping you get used to your new body.

he and Alphys decide to keep you and the other amalgrams in her lab, as it has the best equipment, and if something goes wrong they have access to some of the most advanced tech in all of the Underground immediantly.

While he and Alphys trie to figure out a cure, you remain in Alphys lab, though you are allowed to leave whenever you want

He treats you as he normally would. Making the same dumb puns and pranks that would make you laugh.

Sometimes he treats you more delicatly then he needs to.

UT Papyrus:

Like Sans, he grows worried about your sudden disapreance from the Underground. He frequently calls you and messages you, asking you how you are, where you are and if your okay.

Soon after he tracks you down in the hidden lab. Unlike Sans, who sorta just sneaks in without Alphys knowing until he's already seen everything.

Papyrus just bursts in, greeting Alphys like an old friend while looking for you. He's friendly, but serious in his mission to look for you. This is where you were last seen after all.

When he finds you, his soul is crushed. The pain your in, the fear you must feel. It hurts him so bad.

He envolps you in a tight hug, not letting go. Even when he hears and sees the other Amalgrams and Alphys.

He immediantly tells Undyne everything, who then tells Asgore everything.

Asgore informs the other amalgrams families and orders Alphys to immediantly start looking for a cure. All other projects put on hold, or handed off to other scientists.

He takes you back to his home. Papyrus is optimistic that you'll eventually get better.

He drags you out for patrols and puzzles and for training. Anything that can get you out of your head, and push the memorys of recent happenings away. Even if its only for a little while.

Regardless of whether a cure is found or not, I believe that Papyrus would still take care of you. He wouldn't mind, he loves you after all.

UF Sans (red):

Initially he dismisses your lack of communiction with him.

You'd gotten into an arguement and you'd stormed off. Just needed a few days to cool down, that's all.

Though when you don't turn back up after a few days, no calls, no messages. He gets worried.

Red teleports into your home. He tears the place a part looking for you. When he doesn't find you and instead finds an e-mail from Alphys offering a job as a lab assistent.

Reds not stupid, he knows Alphys and her fucked up games. He immediantly teleports to the lab, ripping the place a part looking for you. Red ignores Alphys furious screeches and questions.

When he finds you he lashes out. Throwing as many attacks at Alphys as he can, he doesn't give up until Undyne and Edge have arrived.

He drags you back to your home. Trying to patch you up as best as he can, holding your melting body with bandages and monster candy.

Like UT Sans, he throws himself into his work, trying to find a way to cure you. This time though, he doesn't work with Alphys.

He feels terrible. Red feels as though he could have prevented this whole thing from happening if he just wasn't so lazy. Red works to combat his lazyness, in order to prevent something like this from ever happening again.

He keeps you in his home. Hiding you from the rest of the Underground.

If people knew what you were, well, too many people would get the wrong idea. So he keeps you in his home.

He tries to keep you as happy as possible for the meanwhile.

UF Papyrus (Edge):

Edge immediantly notices something is amiss when you don't respond to one of his many Undernet messages.

He embarks on a patrol for you as soon as possible, finding all the clues to your whereabouts, one after the other.

Edge is one of the quickest skeletons to find you after you've turned into a amalgram. Only a few hours afterwords.

Unlike Red he does not attack Alphys and instead pins her to the wall. Demanding an explanation. Once she explains that she was ordered to find a way to make Monsters stronger, he releases her.

He takes you back to his home immdiantly. He places you in the shed. It sounds harsh, but if Alphys is to be believed then people could be looking for you.

Like UT Papyrus, he tries to keep your spirits up with training and puzzles.

Even if that training is just you two figuring out how to cook lasgana and not burn down the kitchen.

#undertale headcanons #sans x reader #papyrus x reader #undertale #underfell #my writing #voidimagines #void askes

[mauesartetc]

Thoughts on Helluva Boss Episode 204 ("Western Energy")

Well that was a whole lotta nothin', wasn't it.

Let's discuss.

Pros:

-Edward Bosco does a fine job with Striker's voice, and Bryce Pinkham has a couple surprisingly powerful line deliveries when Stolas has reached his lowest point. It's nice when the story gives this character some emotional range outside of horny and mopey.

-This character design is way too cool for this show, like damn.

-Striker's living space was unique and interesting, and the magma in the environment matched his horse well.

-The fight scene with Moxxie and Millie vs Striker was well-choreographed and the camera didn't move around too much. Looks like the animators learned their lesson from last time.

-I liked how Moxxie took a chance and used Striker's homophobia (or perhaps disgust toward "lesser" imps?) against him to escape his grip.

-The devil horns on the EKG screen were kinda cute.

Cons:

-What the hell's up with this title. "Western Energy"? Is that a reference to something? Is it a pun? I get the "western" part, but "energy"? It puts me in mind of some obscure Zen concept rather than this episode. Just vague, confusing and not clever. Hell, "Take The Shot" was right there! I know there's not much shooting in Striker's plotline (we'll get to that bit of stupid momentarily), but this references both the A- and B-plot! C'mon, writers. At least act like you care.

-Again with the arbitrary censorship... I think multiple characters utter the word "cunt" in this episode, but it's bleeped each time. Guys... This is an internet show. This isn't network TV. If you're worried about getting demonetized on Youtube, don't use that word in the script to begin with. Easy.

-Not many laughs in this one, huh. In the last couple episodes I've found at least one thing to chuckle about or say, "Hm, that's kinda clever, I guess", but man, I was stone-faced for the duration here.

-Is that really how you pronounce "Andrealphus"? I've been saying it "An-dray-AL-phus", but Stolas says "An-DREE-ul-phus". People who are more familiar with demonology than I am, feel free to weigh in.

-Speaking of which, it's quite an accomplishment to make Andrealphus look even worse than he did in his illustration. Something about how tiny his head is in proportion to his body throws me, and of course it doesn't help that his face was always pinched in a teardrop shape with a tiny beak (which looks nothing like a peacock, because fuck accuracy). And if anyone's wondering if he uses any ice powers this episode... He doesn't. He uses telekinesis to drop a couple lumps of sugar into his tea, but that's it. You rip off Elsa and set the guy up in an ice castle but couldn't even give him ice powers? What a load.

-Kinda floored at this line from Stolas: "Cheating implies a betrayal. This woman never gave two shits about me, or our very much arranged marriage."

For fuck's sake, writers.

"You guuuuyyyys, it technically wasn't even cheating, see? Stolas is totally innocent and pure and you should like him!!!" The camera even trucks out dramatically as if he's saying something heroic. Christ...

Even in an utterly loveless marriage, there's still the expectation that each party will be faithful to the other, and having sex with someone else is a betrayal unless both of them previously agreed to open up their relationship. No indication that ever happened here, so...

All this scene demonstrates is that Stolas hasn't learned a thing about being a fucking adult and owning up to his mistakes. This just doubles down on the whole "I'd feel bad if I hurt you" thing (when you obviously did hurt her, you twit). Does Viv Medrano seriously believe admitting fault and apologizing makes a person weak or unlikable? Because I have news for ya: It's very much the opposite.

-Also, Stolas ends that mini-speech with, "As far as I'm concerned, this divorce is far overdue." But... Stella and Andrealphus have already agreed to that. That wasn't even a question. They're just trying to settle what Stella will get in the divorce. Do these people even read their scripts out loud?

-Striker's return comes way too late in the series. There are too many episodes forming a cushion between his introduction and Western Energy for him to feel intimidating. It's possible IMP could've discussed a plan of action regarding Striker, but no one mentions him once. If the characters don't see him as a threat, why should the audience?

The tension would have remained high if, immediately after the harvest moon episode, IMP moved Stolas and his family to a safe house while Striker was still on the loose. Little does Stolas know, however, he's a sitting duck, since Stella has called Striker and informed him of their location. Feels like that'd be much more exciting than just ignoring his existence for five episodes.

-When Stolas calls Blitzo, he refers to Striker as "that little cowboy friend of yours", implying he remembers him from the Harvest Moon Games. But, um... Question. Did Blitzo ever tell Stolas Striker almost killed him?! We have no idea! It's never confirmed!

At the end of the harvest moon episode, I seriously thought the team just forgot to write Blitzo warning Stolas about his would-be assassin. I know the story's trying to get across how little Blitzo actually cares about him, but this is a pretty huge conversation to overlook. Like damn, just how thoughtless can one person be. Our hero, ladies and gentlemen!

-(Also, who the hell says they were "stolen", Stolas. You're not an object; you're a person. You were kidnapped. I know this is bordering on grammar pedantry but it's distracting how much this weird phrasing sticks out.)

-Once again, the symbolic sin colors are inconsistent. I mentioned in the last review that the Greed ring in Helluva Boss is green despite the fact that the traditional color for greed as a sin is yellow. In this episode, we glimpse the Sloth ring, as this official tweet informs us:

One problem: Sloth is pink instead of the traditional light blue.

I wouldn't mind this if the ring colors broke from tradition across the board, but they don't. The Wrath ring is red and Lust is deep blue, as is customary. So it seems the art direction is throwing darts at a board to see which rings get the "lol, random" color treatment and which ones don't. These odd choices would be much more understandable if there were a story reason for certain rings looking the way they do, but at this point, I think we know better than to hope for that.

-In both this episode and The Harvest Moon Festival, Striker is characterized as self-aggrandizing. His previous appearance saw him declare himself superior to other imps, while this one shows off his giant statue with an enormous boner. Why, then, is he annoyed at the little imps singing his theme song? Wouldn't that be an ego boost? It would've made more sense for him to play along with it, or even better:

STOLAS: How does one get their own theme song?

STRIKER: (smiles, rubs his thumb and fingertips together) You pay for it.

-All the scenes with Blitzo and Loona in the doctor's office could've been cut and the story wouldn't have lost a thing. You can show them arriving and show them leaving with Loona wearing the cone, but everything else in the B-plot is filler. These episodes aren't beholden to a TV schedule that demands the duration falls within a certain range. There's no reason this episode needed to be nineteen minutes long.

-Getting pissy at some rando wearing the same hat as you is just about the dumbest reason to start a fight I've ever heard. Let's change around the dialogue a bit:

BIKER: Lookee here, fellas! The city slicker got himself a cowboy hat! That is sooo cute. Well, if you wanna dress the part... (cracks knuckles) might as well play it. It's not perfect but holy shit, I came up with that in two minutes. What the fuck, Viv. This is why you have co-writers. They aren't there to kiss your ass and mindlessly accept everything you do; they're there to catch little things like this and make them better.

-There's no "thump" when the top of the exploded gas station hits the ground, and judging by its size and implied weight, there should definitely be a sonorous thump.

-Striker mentions that Stella paid him to give Stolas "the royal treatment" (aka a slow death), but if that's the case, why did he try to shoot him at the Harvest Moon festival? Why did he shoot at him in the cafe?? If one of those bullets hit, wouldn't that affect his payday? Also, can't help but notice how terribly convenient this is. We wouldn't want our expert assassin to be too efficient, or precious Stolas would be dead. God damn this is contrived.

-Here's a line with a ton of story potential that goes unexplored (and will probably remain as such for the rest of the season, let's be honest): Stolas points out that Striker "is working for a royal right now", exposing some hypocrisy in his hatred for them. This brings up an interesting question: Why is he in cahoots with this one specific royal despite detesting all others? Why is she the exception? Could it be his loyalty to her transcends a simple business relationship? If he has angelic weapons and wanted to kill just any royal, he could have done it. But maybe this is more personal. Maybe Stolas needs to die because he hurt Stella.

Perhaps on the other side, Stella shares Striker's belief that he's superior to ordinary imps- another exception. Giving any other imp the time of day would disgust her, but Striker's just different somehow. And being as athletic and rugged as he is, he's a far cry from Stolas, who she's never found attractive.

I know it's a pipe dream for this series to develop any romantic pairing besides Stolitz, but how interesting would it be if Striker and Stella were having an affair of their own, and genuinely loved each other? How would they reconcile their personal feelings with long-held prejudices? What kinds of effects would hiding this shameful secret have on them? Would they make strides to be more open-minded? Would they see how their relationship mirrors Stolas and Blitzo's and reach an understanding with them? Will Striker's anti-royal principles override his love for Stella? Will he, in possession of angelic weapons, fulfill his quest to kill all royals, including her? There are so many possibilities here.

But of course, wringing any kind of compelling narrative out of this show's villains would require the writers to treat them as complex people rather than caricatures, so... yeah.

-If Stolas' legs are untied, what the fuck is stopping him from getting up and sneaking out of the cave after Striker leaves him unattended? He even has enough range of motion to kick him in the face. Obviously his leg wound would cause mobility issues and he'd have to stop the bleeding so Striker wouldn't track him easily (perhaps rolling into a magma stream to cauterize the wound? If demons are immune to fire, as Episode 1 established, I don't think magma would hurt much), but goddamn, try something. If you're going to die either way, you don't have much to lose, do you?

OR, why doesn't he just roll off the back of the horse when they're still in the city? Just check behind you to make sure no cars are coming and bail, dude. Striker might not even realize you're gone until he's entered the desert.

This is the exact same problem Stolas had in Seeing Stars, where he was so helpless against the plot's demands he couldn't even climb out of a van window, or morph into his full demon form like he did in Truth Seekers, or just leave the studio to find his fucking daughter. Y'know how I keep saying these characters have no agency? These characters have no damn agency.

-Kinda weirded out by how flirty Andrealphus is with his sister. "You're so lucky you're attractive"? "My fiery vixen"? Just... why. I get that incest used to be a thing in real-life monarchies, but assuming Andrealphus has other romantic options readily available to him (see also: ambiguous bird class), this fixation on Stella doesn't make much sense. If Viv wanted to make him subtly creepy, well... there are other ways to do that.

And let's be real, we can safely surmise Viv hates research with a passion, so I'm betting she didn't get this idea from history, but from Game of Thrones. I get a strong feeling she sees real-world facts as boring homework and the fictional world as exciting and full of wonder. If a person just cherry-picks different elements from fictional media they like and stitches them together like Dr. Frankenstein grafts body parts, that'll result in something great too, right? ...No.

-You're seriously telling me Stella didn't know how royal lineages work after being betrothed to a prince since childhood?

I mean wow, the show has portrayed Stella as inconsiderate and comically sadistic, and now she's stupid as well? These writers are hell-bent on giving her zero positive traits, aren't they.

-"A Goetia's never behaved like this before." Are you shitting me, Andrealphus? Hell's existed for (presumably) thousands of years and not a single noble has fucked an imp before? I could maybe buy that none of them have been as stupidly blatant as Stolas has, so perhaps these affairs have gone unseen and unremembered. But assuming they never happened? Come on now.

-Where'd Striker's horse go?? Feels like he could've been helpful in the fight against Moxxie and Millie, but after the theme song, he's completely missing. We don't even see him in a stable or anything. I know he's animation-intensive but y'all could at least give us a narrative reason he's not on screen.

An easy fix to this would be to show Bombproof (yes, that's his name, and it's awesome, and I hate that the characters never say it) out of breath at the end of the long journey, and Striker telling him he's earned a good rest. He could then hop into a magma pool and disappear under the waves for the remainder of the episode. There ya go. Simple.

-If Millie's ordinary axe can chop Striker's angelic pistols in half, why are angelic weapons such a threat to demons? During the yearly extermination in this universe, what's stopping them from forming an army and shooting the angels' weapons full of holes? Crazy how a single scene can unravel Hazbin Hotel's entire conflict.

-Did y'all want any kind of satisfying closure between Blitzo and Stolas regarding what went down in the Ozzie's episode? Well keep dreamin', because we've got this horrendously half-assed, tacked-on bullshit that you'll easily miss if you blink.

Fuck you, show.

And in another text following this, here's what Stolas says:

"If you don't feel like coming, that's OK! I'm sure I can do without [the grimoire] for one month."

Why do you need the fucking book at all, Stolas.

He's used it to make the harvest moon visible at the festival, but it's never clear what purpose that serves. We've never seen him use it for anything in his daily life; just that thing that happens once a year. Come to think of it, we've never seen Stolas in his day-to-day job. As a Goetia demon, he has legions to command (Andrealphus even mentions them), but the story never shows us the political, leadership-driven side of his life. He just sits around doing sweet fuck-all. Striker's argument against monarchs is that they "talk over [the lower classes]", but there's a strong case to be made for them simply contributing nothing of substance to society.

All in all, this episode made me feel nothing. There was no meaningful progression in the story. Sure, Stolas is injured, but he has the exact same problems of being married to someone he wants to divorce and Blitzo being emotionally distant. Stella has the same problem of Stolas being alive, even though she herself called off his execution. Striker's still at large. Moxxie and Millie still have a squeaky-clean relationship, Blitzo's still an ass, and Loona will likely return to her regular self in the next episode. Functionally speaking, everyone ends the episode in the same place they began, making me wonder what the point of it is in the larger narrative. Getting a hunch that Viv just needed an excuse to hospitalize Stolas so the audience would pity him.

I'm calling it now: Stolas is out of the hospital in the next one. He might still have some bandages and whatnot, but his injuries won't present any real obstacles to him until they're convenient to the plot. I'm betting there won't even be scars where Striker stabbed him, because at this point, continuity is WAY too much to ask of this show.

If this were a better-written series, Stolas would actually use his damn wealth and political power to put a bounty on Striker's head that'd have everyone in Hell gunning for him. Or why not use those legions he has at his disposal? Furthermore, now that he knows Stella hired Striker, what's stopping him from having her executed, or banished, or imprisoned, or something? But then if the characters used their brains, Viv wouldn't get the plot she wants, and we can't have that.

The previous episode had me curious to find out what would happen next. This one just added nothing to my life. I don't know how much longer I can keep watching this show. I'm not a fan of hate-watching media as life is short and there are numerous shows and films out there that'll make much more enjoyable use of my time. "If it sucks, hit da bricks" and all that. Yet Helluva Boss still has a pull in being an incredible teaching tool for how NOT to write a series. Writing these reviews has been thoroughly educational for me, and it seems they've helped others as well. But fuck, man. At what cost. When will I finally throw up my hands and say "Enough"?

If I hear the next one's not terrible, I might give it a watch. But that's a pretty big if. I'm very tired.

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