#this isn't even just about celebrities either like there was some post going around a while ago that was outraged about some doctor | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

princeoftheeternalbog · 2 months

Text

Op characters with a clingy/handsy drunk? let's go

suggestive in Sanjis, Luffy, Brooks, DEFINITELY in Namis and Frankys and maybe Usopps? Mostly vague stuff, on that note would you guys actually be interested in like nsfw stuff? I know I'm really toeing the line here and i have drafts but I'm nervous to post😭.

Feel like this could be ooc in some places but who cares😻(me :()

Luffy

Giggles a lot, he finds it so cute and it really makes him feel warm in his chest. He can't get enough of you to be honest. Like this man loves physical touch but be warned he will think it's a sudden new level in your 'friendship'(read:in love with each other) and start acting that affectionate all the time. Willing to carry you around and also wrap himself around you so you can walk with him just there, yes this includes to the bathroom-

Zoro

Adores it. I think he actually loves affection and physical touch but just doesn't say it because he thinks it's obvious (it's not). So when you come up to him, wobbly and on your 6th drink, and just practically throw yourself into his arms hes just like :/). Makes sure you stay nice and close to him because he doesn't want you clinging to anyone else, and he always makes sure you drink water before bed even if bed involves falling asleep on top of him.

Sanji

Makes him nervous to be honest. Usually he's the forward one in the relationship but here you are untucking his shirt just to shove your hands up it. He absolutely will shriek if its in front of other people, and he's trying to wrangle your grabby hands but he really enjoys it so his resolve is so weak. Tries to satiate you by being affectionate back but it just makes you worse and he ends up taking you to a more private area so he at least doesn't have to blush in front of others.

Nami

She thinks it's so cute. Let's you do whatever you want as long as the people around you are comfortable and you've said it's fine(when sober ofc), but she doesn't really care about people seeing until you start trying to either get undressed or undress her and then she takes you to a private space because she's ever so slightly possessive. Listen for a girl who didn't have much, you add a lot of value to her life and she wants to treasure you properly, she doesn't trust anyone else to appreciate you the way you deserve.

Usopp

Surprisingly confident. You come up to him with this big dreamy smile and you're practically falling over yourself so he just- scoops you up. Front piggyback style yk, he's got one arm under your ass supporting your weight and the other one is holding his drink, listen this mf is strong okay you think a man who can build a boat isn't strong? Fool. He just lets you do what you want to be honest, one of your hands is tucked in his back pocket, the other is trying and failing to undo his overalls and he's just like "You okay honey?".

Robin

She's flustered. She's not that used to physical affection so it makes her really giggly and blushy, though she's still quite confident in her words and actions, she's fr twirling her hair around her finger. She has quite a high tolerance for alcohol but she actually gets a bit similar when she's drunk, she's more reserved of course but she just melts into you like butter on a hot pan. The crew always take so many pictures because they think it's so cute, literally every celebration you two just end up cuddling and then it sorta turns into a big cuddle pile with the crew because seeing her relax gets them emotional.

Franky

Oh baby you are looking in a mirror. He is just as bad if not worse- when he gets drunk he is a massive flirt and a massive tease. He's so giving in relationships and usually you don't have to ask twice but being drunk will mean he wants you to practically beg for a kiss. Half because he thinks it's funny and half because he's a horny bastard- Though if you get upset then he immediately drops the teasing, even when drunk he's so considerate of your feelings and your boundaries.

Brook

Doesn't mind at all but prefers to be in private when you're like this.

Quick headcannon that his bones are more sensitive than skin because there's less external protection-

Lets just say one time you touched a sensitive area in public and he will never get over the reaction he had or the fact that other people saw it. So you go to room jail as soon as you start trying to practically crawl inside his clothes to be as close as possible. He's not mad though, he giggles the entire way, he's just very shy about his interests.

Jinbei

Flustered as hell but makes him feel really secure in your relationship. Also, he lowkey loves being able to bring it up to tease you later, like he pulls an uno reverse when you're sober and you're just like omg omg omg- He's a sneaky guy fr, does so many unexpected things in a relationship. Don't get me wrong though he'd never let you do anything inappropriate, even when drunk he's very aware of boundaries and social etiquette so if he notices you getting a bit grabby then he takes you somewhere private for both your benefit and the people around you.

Sabo

Oh baby. This man is feral don't even start. The first time he experiences it, it's actually really unexpected, it's quite early in your relationship so you havent been too affectionate yet, but you come up to him and just sit down. On him. And you can practically see his brain melting out of his ears, his face goes so red you think he's going to pass out but the second you stand up, drunk and lowkey sad, he snatches you back down. You wanted to sit there, you are going to sit there now you have no choice. (You do but would you want to get up?)

Ace

Menace. Cannot even state how much of a menace. He's so physically affectionate that it usually flusters even the most confident people, and this is while sober, so if you start getting clingy when drunk he just becomes obsessed. But he absolutely hates it if you're like that with other people so once you start getting to that stage then he's whisking you away to your shared room, usually you stick to him like glue anyways but the crew love to wind him up by coaxing you away from him with food and funny stories.

#mdni #one piece x reader #luffy x reader #nami x reader #nico robin x reader #sanji x reader #zoro x reader #franky x reader #brook x reader #jinbei x reader #jinbe x reader #usopp x reader #sabo x reader #portagas d. ace x reader #one piece fics #one piece x gn reader

687 notes · View notes

booksandabeer · 10 months

Text

Stucky, Fandom Longevity, and "Primacy Bias"

There’s this post that's been floating around the past few days about how the Stucky fandom in its heyday produced fic and art masterpieces like they were all collectively possessed by an unprecedented spirit of creative insanity. It’s a good, fun post and I agree with the person who wrote it. (not rb'ing because I didn't want to hijack their post with something that's only tangentially related).

It was indeed a magical time and the creative output in both quantity and quality in the two-year period following the release of CA:TWS is—with perhaps a few exceptions—unmatched by anything that I’ve seen before and since. However, going through the notes on that post, I noticed something that left me a little irritated and quite frankly sad since it is in congruence with, and to a certain extent the confirmation of something that I’ve been thinking about a lot lately.

For one thing, there are so many people in the notes expressing sentiments along the lines of “it was such a wonderful time; I wish I could go back; I miss these fics; I want to read these fics again,” etc., etc., you get it. And it feels a little silly pointing this out, but…you can just do that? Almost all of these fics are still right there, waiting for you to be (re)read. Yes, a lot of people left the fandom after The Great Devastation of 2019, but their stories didn’t just disappear. It's not like there is now a big, black hole where the Steve/Bucky tag used to be on AO3. So, if you miss these fics and you want to revisit them—just do it. Chances are the authors will be delighted that people are still finding and enjoying their stories all these years later. And—since apparently this needs saying, too, judging from the notes on that post: A lot of people seem to be very concerned with losing ‘coolness points’ for openly admitting that they still miss the ship and often feel tempted to dip their toes back into the Stucky pool. I don’t know how to tell you this, but if someone tries to shame you for simply enjoying or missing something, they are an asshole. Not to mention that all this is happening on tumble.com—'coolness' doesn't exactly live here. And that is a good thing, to be clear. Fandom is not about being cool. It’s about being as enthusiastic, as silly, as absolutely fucking unhinged about the things you love as you want to be. So, stop caring what other people think and enjoy yourself.

The other thing is that there seems to be a pretty widespread misconception that the Stucky fandom hasn’t produced any good fanworks after 2016.

First, that is patently and demonstrably untrue. There is so much incredibly good fanfiction and fanart still out there. Not as much as back in the day, sure, but it still exists. And more is being posted every day! Even some of the OG Big Names are still around. One of the most beloved Stucky series that started all the way back in 2014 was updated as recently as December of last year. The artist, who I believe the op is referring to as creating ‘baroque’ paintings, posted their latest Stucky art not even two months ago.

Second, I find this “primacy bias” more than just a little insulting to the many hardworking and incredibly talented people who are still putting their blood, sweat, and tears into creating for this community. And it’s one thing if people who have long left the fandom believe or say something like this, but it’s frankly irritating when I see people who are still very much active—and therefore definitely should know better—feed into that same false myth. Yes, it sucks that the Stucky ship isn’t as big as it used to be, but that doesn't mean there isn't any 'fresh talent' to be found anymore. I’m also not saying we shouldn’t still celebrate and recommend older works—I do it all the time! And it sure as hell doesn't mean everyone has to reblog absolutely everything all the time, either. Your blog, your rules.

But maybe we should put a little more focus on the good things, on the creators and the community we have now, especially if we want that community to still exist in another ten years. I mean, imagine you’re a person who’s just gotten into the fandom (because yes, there are indeed still new people discovering Stucky all the time) and one of the first things you’re being told is “eh, nice that you're here, but you’re about 7 years late; the big party is already over.” Does that seem like a fun space to hang out in to you?

So. Let’s all—and I do not exclude myself from this because God knows, I love to complain—spend a little less time mourning the ‘good old days’ that are never coming back anyway, and instead focus our attention on enjoying and appreciating both the incredible treasure chest of an archive we have AND the wealth of high-quality art and fic that is still being created by this wonderful community every single day. With this in mind:

🥳🎊Happy Stucky Week 2023!!! 🎊🥳

*I want to make it very clear that this is a general thing that’s been on my mind lately and that I’m trying to work through here—probably not very coherently. I'm not trying to tell anybody 'how to do fandom' and I’m most definitely not vagueposting about any particular incident, person, or group in this fandom. This isn’t a callout post. It’s an I have a lot of thoughts and feelings about this and I don’t know what else do with them post.

#stucky #stucky fanfic #fandom culture #i once again have no idea what to tag this #fanfiction forever #fanart forever

489 notes · View notes

k2ntoss · 3 months

Note

okay, so, adding onto your, as of this moment, most recent post, just picture it: you catch onto the fact that jason gets all smug seeing his handiwork on your nails when you jerk him off, and decide to surprise him by going out and testing literally every possible red nail polish available until you find the exact perfect shade that matches his helmet, and giving it to him as part of his gift for some occasion or another (personally I'm thinking either his birthday or Christmas, anniversary could work also)

but like, just imagine how thrilled he would be and how eager he would be to get that colour on your nails, and how impatient he would be for them to dry so he could see them in action, yknow? 👀👀

-🦊 (also omg i have my own tag now?🥹)

allow me to tell you that since you're the first "formal" anon with an emoji you are indeed my favorite, plus i'm always happy to see you around here bc you feed my delusions so thanks 🦊 ily, so yes you have your own tag

jason had to get used to his birthday being a little different since he started dating you, he had a reason to celebrate now and it was lovely, since he woke up you would shower him in details and little gifts and he loved to feel like a spoiled child because he felt all the love you had for him.

this year it wasn't different and his day was filled with things he liked a lot until he had to leave on patrol for a while so it was the perfect opportunity for you to prepare his last gift. it had been a while since he found out he liked painting your nails just to see artwork when you wrapped your hands around his dick, it simply made him grin proudly because it was his girl pleasing him and showing off her pretty nails, done by him so you decided to feed that little monster in jason's head. a whole week going into every store you saw to get the perfect shade of red that could match his helmet, carrying a pic on your phone just of the color to compare it until you found the one.

as soon as he slid into your apartment through the window he noticed the lights of the living room on which meant that you were there waiting for him so he made his way there. as soon as he saw you he took off the helmet, holding it under his arm and giving you a wide grin "isn't it past your bed time, princess?" jason asks teasingly as he walks towards the couch to sit next to you.

"no, it isn't because i have two last things for the birthday boy" you reply with a mischievous smile, handing him a small white box tied with a pretty red bow that he didn't wait to undo just to open the little box.

the smile that crept to his face was enough to know he was thinking about the reason behind the red nail polish bottle he was holding between his fingers, his eyes fixed on yours before he leaned in to kiss you but he stopped as soon as you tilted your head "are you gonna give me your pretty hands or do i have to ask?" jason's voice drops low and it makes a shiver run down your spine and even lower between your legs because you know what he wants.

"isn't it past my bed time? maybe we should wait until tomorrow morning so we can sleep" you reply, pushing jason a little just to build a little more of that pretty glint of need and desperation on his eyes and you let out a chuckle when he shakes his head, hair going messy and his white strand mixing a little with his jet black hair.

"you don't expect me to wait, right? give me your hands and let me see how they look when you use them on my cock, baby" jason's words make you swallow hard before you lay your hands on his thigh so he can start painting your nails and he's quick without messing it not even a little bit and you can't help but smiling when he's blowing on them to dry the nail polish.

"someone is getting a little impatient" you tease him which only earns you a low growl from his lips, he's impatient and needy because you can already see the outline of his half hard dick under his tactical pants and how his chest heaves under the chest plate so you blow a little too on your nails. jason stares at you, he even counts into his head how many minutes he has to wait until his trained eye sees the paint is dry.

"down on your knees. now" he almost barks the order as he spreads his legs to let you sit between them on the floor just to be met by his helmet placed between his thighs "put your pretty hands on the helmet, baby" jason says and you do so, his blood is boiling at the sight because the shade is exactly the same and his hands go a little clumsy when he decides to undo his belt and the buttons of his pants, taking away the helmet just so your hands can start to stroke him over his boxers.

there's soft grunts escaping his lips even if you're not touching him completely yet but he's so turned on by the color on your nails he can't really help it. leaning in he grabs your hips to move your body until you're sitting over his heavy boot, the rough material making you tremble ever so slightly "be a good girl and sit pretty there for me, yeah, love?" his voice is low and he smirks when you are the one sliding your hand under his boxers to wrap your fingers around his hard dick, nodding at his words.

for jason there's nothing hotter than his girl but seeing you like this, getting him you know he likes to use with you makes him feel so good, the way you always seem to guess what he would enjoy a lot is like touching heaven and having you know, kneeling in front of him while you jerk him off sitting on his boot feels like the perfect birthday gift. your hand going up and down his length with the right amount of pressure before your thumb slides up to play with his tip drives him crazy, he thrust his hips a little just to urge you to keep going at the same time his hand holds your chin slowly guiding two digits into your mouth "don't you have anything to say to me, baby?" he asks with a smirk as his thumb presses your tongue to mess up with your words.

"happy birthday, jay..."

#⭒ 📬 ⭒#🦊 anon #I NEED TO I NEED TO UHHHHHH #jason todd i need you so BAD #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd blurb #jason todd x y/n #jason todd imagine #jason todd smut #red hood imagine #red hood smut #red hood #jason todd #reader insert

161 notes · View notes

genericpuff · 4 months

Text

the last few episodes of persephone moping around have felt like less of a self-reflective moment for her to grow and change and more rachel griping about criticism and surrounding herself with yes men

this isn't gonna be in any way a formal essay like my usual sort, more of a slam post honestly, so fair warning that i'm gonna be a little salty here

EPISODE 263 SPOILERS AHEAD!!!!

but seriously, it's been a pity party of greek proportions because this constant "woe is me" shit with persephone that's constantly met with "no queeen you're amazing and perfect" has been going on for DAYS (real time and comic time)

literally every episode since the comic returned has had some segment of either persephone or hades (or both) being upsetti spaghetti over their current situation because oh nooo persephone made the deal with erebus and had to sacrifice something. even though they both knew that was gonna happen and yet she did it anyways. so she just continues to lock herself away in her mansion and spout adorkable quips while her husband, mother, and colleagues deal with the mess she caused.

and of course there's the constant inclusion of apollo spitting straight facts about persephone being a terrible queen and person, but of course because it's apollo saying it, it's not meant to be taken as gospel, essentially clapping back at the words of the critics who call out persephone for being a shitty and toxic protagonist by putting those words into the mouth of a literal rapist.

and yeah episode 263 had a lot of the same shit, to the point that you could literally swap out the names of the characters and the words they were speaking and it applies exactly to rachel and the corner she put herself in u.u it's been a thing for a while now that apollo has just felt like a mouthpiece for LO criticism but as mentioned by users within the subreddit during the discussion of this newest episode, it's never felt more apparent than now.

so yeah enjoy this satirical text edit of a sequence from the newest FP episode, which I honestly can't tell is meant to satirize the critical community or Rachel's reactions to the critical community because the weird reality this comic and its community exist in has just become that wack that it's hard to believe it's not directly from The Onion sometimes LMAO

-and as much as i find myself empathizing with the pressure that rachel is surely under right now - no one should have to be subject to the screeching howls of the peanut gallery - i can't help but be reminded of the memes and tweets she's put out that basically outright say "persephone is supposed to be celebrated for being a shitty person, if you can't handle her at her worst you don't deserve her at her best 💅"-

View this post on Instagram

A post shared by Rachel Smythe (@usedbandaid)

instagram

-and how often she's ruined her own day looking for critical groups or people with the "wrong opinions" that were minding their own business, or how much she's stifled her own community's attempts to discuss the story openly by having her mods ban anyone with even so much as a question regarding persephone's integrity.

so yeah, as much as i can empathize with her from one creator to another that being under this amount of pressure and scrutiny must be immensely frustrating and exhausting, beyond that one similarity i just can't empathize or relate to this mindset of almost learned helplessness that's taken a firm grip over her writing. this is the story she wants to tell and by all means no one is entitled to make her stop, but if she's gonna keep using her greek myth "retelling" comic that's trying to be "feminist" as a mouthpiece for her own griping over criticisms that are largely on-point and justified - to the point of putting the words of her critics into the mouth of her token villain like she's playing some single player barbie doll "act out that fight that sounded cooler in your head" game - then she's gonna keep getting called out, full stop. i figured she didn't have any nose left to rip off in spite of her face but apparently not.

look, i get it, there are some opinions and behaviors within the critical community that even i'm not on board with. there are people who absolutely take shit too far on both sides of the fandom, and i think both sides need to do more to hold themselves accountable for how they interact with each other, the comic, and rachel herself. i make it a point to keep my shit in my own house, i'm not entitled to rachel's attention and frankly it's the last thing i want because i have a lot of fun here and i don't want that to be potentially ruined or dampened! but if you come into my house and complain about the decorating, then i legitimately don't know what to tell you. i used to love LO and i'm so sad for my past self knowing fully well they're not gonna be able to wholeheartedly enjoy this comic forever due to how manipulative and shitty the storytelling has become. a story that i once connected to as an AFAB who was a victim of assault and abuse and generational trauma.

if persephone being the true main villain in her own story was ever meant to be the point of Lore Olympus, then it's taken way, way too long to get to that point, and rachel herself definitely doesn't seem to be of the mindset that that's what she's become with all of her blasé meme'ing on a plot arc that she's still expecting us to take seriously. persephone was never a very complex character to begin with - being an easy self-insert for the audience and rachel to project themselves onto and relate to - but at least in the beginning she felt like she had so much legitimate potential, she was naive but put her best foot forward and clearly wanted to make a life for herself, made by herself.

now she's just mean. jaded and mean. dependent on the constant validation of others to the point of being manipulative. an absolute shell of a person who can only grow a spine when she's punching down on people weaker than her, completely incapable of standing up to the people who are a legitimate threat to her. it's not empowering, it's not subversive, it's just another pick me story about women pitting themselves against other women and never taking accountability for their own behavior, mistakes, and deliberate actions meant to hurt others, often teetering on the line of straight up narcissism all for the sake of a "boss babe" moment.

anyways, if you want an actual well-written and GOOD scene of an empathetic female protagonist struggling to find their footing in adulthood being called the fuck out for their learned helplessness behavior, go read Tamberlane, it tackles this topic much better through its main character who keeps using her brokenness as an excuse to never do better, it slaps and it's so real.

#the only thing i could possibly enjoy from these episodes is minthe coming forward #and leuce #and tori #other than that they're just a bunch of nothing #no plot #no yeehaw #just boohoo #and not even in the good way where you know the 'boohoo' is gonna lead to some good yeehaw #the shitty and toxic way where the 'boohoo' is a personality trait that everyone else has to bend themselves around #lore olympus critical #anti lore olympus #lo critical #Instagram

186 notes · View notes

pandoa · 1 year

Text

puppy crush

when they have a crush on you

~headcanons~ ~twisted wonderland x gender neutral reader~

he makes it his mission to piss you off and tease you any chance he gets. at first it started off as a little harmless banter—he was bored and you were interesting. what other choice did he have? your face just looked so poke-able, your reactions so amusing, and your responses to his teasing were so captivating. like a running joke you two had kept up together over the course of time. a game he wished would never end. he didn't even notice when his heart had grown to love you until one of his teasing jokes went a bit too far and a bit too flirtatious than usual. one moment he had been playfully holding up a textbook of yours, laughing at the sight of you angrily trying to take it back from him and relishing the adorable way your form had leaped towards his own. but wait... how in twisted wonderland did his face end up hovering only inches away from yours seconds after?

ACE TRAPPOLA, leona kingscholar, FLOYD LEECH, jade leech, lilia vanrouge

he reads and watches anything he knows your interested in to strike conversation. it could be something he has no knowledge, interest, or liking for, but he will commit to it regardless. he just wants something in common to speak to you about—to give him an excuse to talk to you without any awkwardness. maybe to even impress you, too (although you never heard that from him). no matter how uninteresting, time-consuming, or silly the subject, he'd do his best to learn as much as he could if it meant that he could be just a little more closer to you. it's his determination that gets him through whatever book, movie, game, or show that piques your interest. he tries to act extremely knowledgeable about it as well, if only to catch your eyes' wonderous attention. he just wants to be noticed by you. please... look at him so that he knows these efforts aren't for naught.

riddle rosehearts, DEUCE SPADE, azul ashengrotto, jamil viper, EPEL FELMIER, idia shroud, malleus draconia, silver

he talks and rambles about you anywhere and everywhere. friends, family, teachers, random strangers just passing through, maybe even on a social media account of his if he is interested enough in the digital world. anywhere, really, if it meant that he could gush and swoon at the way your face had seemed to endearingly scrunch up in thought during class, or the way he had seen you begrudgingly gifting grim a part of your lunch in the cafeteria—making his stomach flutter at the utter kindness of your heart. if he could, he'd never shut up about your existence in the world, what with how every action you did was worth hours and paragraphs of his secret affections. the people around him are honestly either sick and tired of his rambles or eagerly awaiting an elegant wedding invitation at their doorstep very soon. it's quite amusing that you haven't caught on to his feelings just yet. he isn't very discreet about it, after all.

cater diamond, KALIM AL-ASIM, ROOK HUNT, malleus draconia, lilia vanrouge

he researches all there is to know about you. some would call it stalking, others would just call it plain creepy, but he means all the best with his never-ending research on you. it's not even sensitive information that he searches for. only the occasional spotting at the college's library, learning some routes you use to go to your next class by seeing you walk by him each day, even going to great lengths as he searches for your name on magicam, hoping to find your username within the masses of accounts on the site. he finds out what kind of people you like to surround yourself in based off of who your friends were. he finds out what subjects you like the most and what you tend to struggle in by noticing you during class. he finds out what movies, drinks, and celebrities you favor just by reading the things you post on magicam. he even finds what things make you ick, your pet peeves, and things that make you shiver in disgust—he has it all memorized like a book he would never wish to forget. again, it's not stalking. it was never meant to be stalking. he had just gradually learned these little things about you over the lucky time he had around you. as his interest for you grew with every new piece of information, so did his heart.

trey clover, cater diamond, jade leech, ROOK HUNT, idia shroud

he helps you with anything he can. it first it only started out as friends helping out friends. classmates assisting other classmates. but at some point of his interactions with you, he spot the way his emotions were much more excited to go help you study for the next alchemy test rather than going to study with another friend or underclassman of his. how with one call or text on his phone adorned by your silly profile picture, he was already halfway to the beloved ramshackle dorm, practically sprinting through the mirror chambers as he carried a set of tools in his arms and preparing for whatever issues the run-down building had caused you and grim now. he was like the reliable companion you would call for if any inconvenience required some assistance. a talented mage that had a solution to any and all of your problems. but he wanted to be so much more than that. so much more than the friend that would pick you up when you fell or lend you his favorite sweater when you were in need of warmth. can you not see? the man has grown to love you and immeasurably so.

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS, trey clover, RUGGIE BUCCHI, jack howl, jamil viper, vil schoenheit, silver

he avoids you. there's nothing more nerve-racking than being in the same room as your crush, let alone actually talking to you. you just make him feel all these strange emotions—from nervousness, to anxiety, fear, happiness, giddiness, and then back to nervousness, he'd rather not plague himself with such bothersome feelings. it's messing with his mind, and he is not ready to bare his emotions towards you just yet. but as much as he is trying to avoid you, he isn't really doing a very good job in doing so, if he should be honest. from the not-so-discreet ways he catches himself gazing at you from across the room only to quickly look away as he feels you turning his way, to the deep, scarlet tint of blush burning on his face whenever a mention of your name pops up in random conversation, his reactions to the smallest things make it difficult to not notice the crush he has on you. the people closest to him catch on pretty quickly. now, it's just you that needs to see through this man's avoiding facade.

deuce spade, azul ashengrotto, epel felmier, IDIA SHROUD, sebek zigvolt

what crush? the young man genuinely has no idea that the feelings he feels whenever you walk into the room or utter his name are feelings of romantic attraction. whether he is too blinded by his previous distaste for you or too wrapped up in the platonic nature of his relationship with you, the man will never get the message of his own emotions even if it sprouted legs and a set of arms holding up a sign that said "YOU LIKE THEM" in big, red letters. at this rate, it's you who must take initiative to further your relationship with him if that was something you wished to do. he'll never realize it himself unless you put him on the spot to sort out the mesmerizing flutter he feels in his chest whenever he's around you. just please put the people watching the two of you out of their misery. they've been watching this oblivious game go on for far too long.

riddle rosehearts, deuce spade, ruggie bucchi, jack howl, kalim a-asim, SEBEK ZIGVOLT

a/n: the fact that these were only supposed to be like 3-5 sentences each but my dumbass went ahead and wrote some long paragraphs for some of these- it's like my brain has no concept of WORD LIMIT

831 notes · View notes

total-drama-brainrot · 5 months

Text

Noah is canonically the youngest of eight sibling. Eight.

You don't grow up in a family that large, as the youngest and therefore the favourite victim, and not have a super casual relationship with touch.

This guy is light enough to be literally blown away by a strong breeze; if you think even for a second that his family didn't take turns carrying him around like a briefcase and abducting him from whatever he was doing into a Family Pile™ then you're objectively wrong.

(You also can't convince me that he wasn't spoiled rotten as the baby of the family.)

So frequent platonic touching is pretty normal for him, expected even, and he tends to be more tactile than his personality or demeanour would suggest.

He gives Owen side-hugs and pats on the arm every time the two interact, and wilfully flops himself onto Eva whenever he's overwhelmed and wants the company of someone comparatively quiet (she always uses it as an excuse to carry him to the gym and encourage him to bulk up, though it never works). He tries to tire out Izzy's boundless energy by play-fighting and grappling with her (much to his chagrin) despite him essentially ending up as her glorified chew toy, and often times passes out due to being a stick insect in human form.

It's unexpected, just how casually clingy he is to the people he trusts/likes.

But you know who isn't used to physical contact?

Cody E.J. "my parents forgot my birthday" Anderson

This wet noodle of a boy bigs himself up as a ladies' man and a hot commodity but wouldn't know what to do with himself if someone held his hand. The concept of affection of any kind is so foreign to him, especially positive physical contact- I wouldn't be surprised if he could count the amount of hugs his parents had given him on one hand.

And this is backed by his canonical desperation for acknowledgement! Every time he pursues Gwen, even when he's directly shot down and sometimes harshly rejected, he still tries to win her affections and festers the delusion that she likes him. After all, everyone who's supposed to care about him does the same! His parents, 'friends' or lack thereof, ect.; they all ignore/rebuff him so it must be a sign of endearment.

Additionally, he sleeps with a stuffed emu at the ripe age of 16/17- as stated by Sierra, which he never denies (not that there's anything wrong with that, stuffed animals are top tier imho). You know who else sleeps with stuffed animals? Touch-starved people.

Cody is incredibly attention-starved, touch-starved and, post World Tour, in all likelihood somewhat touch-averse- at least when it comes to other people initiating contact.

To elaborate; Sierra is constantly breaching his personal bubble non-consensually, which would inadvertently condition anyone into being at least a little haphephobic, but Cody himself is more than happy to instigate contact with people he trusts (i.e. hugging Alejandro when he protects Cody from Sierra overnight in Rapa Phooey!).

...See where I'm going with this?

We see these two cuddling twice in canon; once in the Awake-a-thon and again in the Celebrity Manhunt. Once is happenstance, but twice indicates a pattern or coincidence but I'm going to gloss over that for the sake of this post.

Plus, with their consistent proximity during Action, they had plenty of time to form some type of relationship be it friendly or more.

(Wouldn't you want to at the very least get some closure from the guy who kissed you/you kissed for the world to see? It would be awkward to completely ignore each other, and they literally shared a cabin at one point so it's not like they were strangers either. So of course they're at least cordial from Action onwards.)

Then, as Noah becomes more comfortable around Cody, his tactile tendancies come to play.

Cody, predictably, reacts skittishly at the alien phenomenon known as friendly touch and tries to play it off to preserve his cool-guy image. Except Noah's not falling for it. He's observant, if emotionally illiterate, and watching the guy you just backpatted in greeting jump five feet into the air and screech like a falcon is a flashing red alarm for even the most empathetically challenged people.

Eventually, Noah gets Cody to divulge his issues with human contact and offers his assistance to the brunette. If giving his pal a hug every now and then, and letting him in turn initiate whatever he's comfortable with, would help him overcome his rocky relationship with touch then Noah is more than happy to oblige. It's not like it's out of the norm for him, so he doesn't mind at all.

Then, gradually, Cody loses his touch aversion.

But a lifetime of isolation won't be magically cured that easily, and he finds himself craving Noah's embrace more and more. Again, the taller of the two is content to give him what he wants. Their agreement evolves into the duo napping together and feeding into Noah's sleep-hugging habit, or just spending quality time in a heap of pretzeled limbs under a weighted blanket.

(Whether their relationship is platonic or romantic is entirely up to interpretation, though I'm partial to the two being friends who are just Like That since it allows for the funniest potential character interactions. The bromance is real.)

That's as good a place as any to end the post, before I end up writing a whole drabble.

#long post #cody's canonical neglect always has me frothing at the mouth. the angst potential. the headcannons.#he's too relatable. what a slay 💅#been thinking about the noco dynamic a lot lately. it's very scott pilgrim and wallace wells-coded in my mind.#a lot of homosexual undertones in their friendship that they pretend not to notice because of The Incident™.#maybe even something queerplatonic? 😳#it's a grey area. interpret it however you'd like.#total drama #td noah #td cody #noco #silly headcanons #thoughtless posting #ophe rambling #kinda drafty in here (posts from the drafts)

196 notes · View notes

hwanghyunjinenthusiast · 1 year

Text

✨️1K Followers Celebration Day 5: BTS bias wrecker - Jungkook✨️

To the victor

AN: Jungkook might just be my strongest bias wrecker, so this one hurts more than the others. This was supposed to be posted a while ago, but life was lifing. Either way, I hope you enjoy my suffering. (Also, I know next to nothing about boxing and boxing related injuries so, just walk with me here lmao.)

Synopsis: Jungkook lives to box. The ring is practically his home. However, watching him become all bruised and bloodied isn't exactly easy for his girlfriend, no matter how much he wins.

Heads up: Jeon Jungkook x Fem! Reader, established relationship, Non-Idol AU, Boxer! Jungkook, boxing (duh), mentions of bodily harm, mentions of blood, hurt and comfort elements, pretty fluffy overall tbh, dry humping, hair pulling, nipple play (f. receiving), facesitting, unprotected piv sex and creampie.

Word count: 2867

I will block you if you are a minor and/or have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

You wouldn't be surprised to find blood on your hands from how deeply your nails are sinking into your skin at the moment. Your heart hammering against your chest as you watch Jungkook dodge another punch from Mingyu like it was nothing.

Kim Mingyu is no small man. From the bruises that are already beginning to form across your boyfriend's torso, you know his hits carry a great deal of weight behind them. Still, Jungkook has that gleam in his eyes. He's going to win. No matter what, he is going to walk out of this ring as the winner.

An opportunity presents itself when Mingyu leaves himself wide open and, Jungkook wastes no time landing a painful looking blow to the larger man's ribcage. You even can't help but, cringe just watching the impact. Mingyu falters and that's when Jungkook unleashes a barrage of hits so quick that neither his opponent nor the audience could keep up with. While Mingyu has raw strength, Jungkook is faster and his hits, while not carrying the same impact as the other man's, are nothing to scoff at.

Sometimes, in the quietest corners of your mind, it scares you to see the person he becomes in the ring. He's unyielding and brutal. Not stopping until his opponents are bloodied heaps on the floor of the ring. Sometimes you struggle to reconcile the man in the ring with the man who still gets too shy to tell you he loves you at times.

Relief. A feeling that's fast become your confidant over the past three years courses through you when Mingyu finally falls and the bell rings out. The cheers of the crowd are deafening but, all you can focus on is him. Jungkook turns to you, blood smeared on his jaw and sends you the brightest smile. "I won," he mouths only for you to see.

This is probably the second worst part. Watching the medic patch him up. When all of the adrenaline is gone and, you can only watch helplessly as the aches and pains and throbs settle themselves deeply into his very bones.

"You're very lucky, Mr Jeon. Fortunately you only have two cracked ribs and some tissue damage," the medic says, finishing the tightening of the gauze around his torso. He winces but, otherwise seems to be taking this all well.

"Thank you, Siyeon," he says sincerely, as you two watch her pack up her equipment.

"No worries. Just be careful, your ribs can only take so much more damage,"

"Yeah, I know," he sighs, running his hand through his hair.

The silence is poignant when you two are left alone. A frown marring your face as you take in the nasty bruises across his torso, even with Siyeon's expertise. The bruise on his face and his raw knuckles not helping to ease your concerns either.

"You're upset," he mutters, tired brown eyes meeting your own.

"I'm not upset. I'm just...I'm just worried," you respond, leaning against his locker.

"Is there much of a difference?" He smiles but, there's no joy or humour behind it. You hate taking away any of his happiness from a win. It's not fair. Especially when he's the one who got his shit rocked.

"I'm sorry. It's really hard watching you in there sometimes but, I'll be fine. You deserve to celebrate tonight,"

"Come here,"

You blink at him but, he watches you patiently. You're not sure what he's thinking but, regardless, you make your way over to him. Completely caught off guard when he pulls you into his lap.

"Hey, a warning would've been nice!"

"You need a warning to be on my lap?"

If he wasn't injured you'd punch him.

You soften when he laughs. Full and happy and, a much better expression than the sullen one from moments ago.

"Thank you for worrying about me," he says once he calms, the intensity of his gaze warming your face considerably.

"You don't need to thank me for that,"

"No, I do. I think with all the wins it's easy to forget sometimes how much all of this makes you feel. I know you know that boxing is my life but, that doesn't mean your feelings don't matter to me. I know it would twist my heart all the time seeing you in my position,"

For a man who's usually not the best with his words, he sure does know when to make you feel overwhelmed when he wants to.

"It's just hard sometimes, Kookie. I think today was just a really, really hard day but, you did such a great job. I'm so proud of you," you breathe, cupping his jaw and pressing a delicate kiss to his forehead.

"I think hearing you say that means more to me than any sized cheque or trophy ever could," he responds while his fingers draw patterns you can't decipher along your hips.

"Are you just trying to make me cry tonight?" You ask with a joking scowl on your face, the weight on your chest so much lighter now.

His dimples make an appearance from how hard he grins at you, "Maybe."

Getting home after a fight is always a mission and a half. Usually, Jungkook isn't too badly injured but, the two of you have to be careful and sometimes you need to help him manoeuvre his way around.

"I'm fine," he says as you two make your way to your front door.

"Yeah, that's why you're hunching over right now. Totally fine," you mutter, fumbling with your keys momentarily before finally stepping into your apartment. Jungkook limping after you.

"Okay, I'm mostly fine," he responds, heading to your bedroom.

You try your absolute hardest not to roll your eyes, "Do you need anything or do you want to head straight to bed?"

"Nah, I'm good. I cleaned up after the fight and Siyeon said she patched me up for the night so, I should be fine," he yells.

Honestly, you don't blame him. You're pretty exhausted too and you weren't even the one in the ring.

After making sure your door was locked, all your windows were securely shut and all of the lights were turned off, you join him. Air stills in your lungs as you take in the sight of him in nothing but, his boxers. Worry and anxiety had been clouding your mind earlier but, to say Jungkook is hot would be the understatement of the decade. Even with all his current injuries and scars from past fights sprinkled across his body, he's a sight to behold.

"I thought you'd be asleep," you say in a desperate attempt to distract yourself from the lecherous thoughts taking hold of your mind.

"I think I have too much left over energy," he sighs, large hands dragging along his muscular thighs. Focus. You need to focus. He's injured. Now isn't the time.

"Oh, do you have thoughts of how to get rid of it maybe?"

Anticipation and white hot desire coil in your gut when his gaze turns heavy and mischievous, "I can think of a few ways."

"Jungkook," you chastise, ignoring the dull ache building at the juncture of your thighs, "You're hurt. We can't."

"We can just be extra careful. Besides, don't you want to celebrate my win tonight with me?"

This man.

You'd be a bold faced liar if you said you didn't want him right now. Maybe that's what prompts you into succumbing to your baser instincts without much more of an argument. You pointedly ignore the smug grin that's spread across his face when you settle yourself in his lap.

"You're so annoying," is all the warning you give him before your mouth is on his. The kiss is frenzied and desperate from the offset. Hands running along each other's bodies needily, his settling on your hips and dragging you along his hardening cock while your own tug and fist at his hair.

He does have a way of bringing out the most desperate parts of you.

"We still have to be careful," you mutter, shivers running down your spine from the hot, open-mouthed kisses he pressed along your jaw and throat. His large hands snaking their way down to grab generous hanfuls of your ass.

"You worry too much," he pulls back enough to respond, smiling against your skin when you squirm in his hold as he lightly nips at your sensitive skin.

"You don't worry enough," you're impressed by your ability to quip back fast enough considering how quickly muddled your mind is becoming. Moaning when he finds your clit through your respective clothing, your panties sticking to you.

"Maybe you're right," he responds with glint to his usually soft eyes, tugging your shirt off of you so quickly that you barely have time to process what happened.

"But, life's too short," he finishes, glazed eyes intensely taking in the vision you make in just your bra.

His skillful fingers waste little time. Getting you out of your bra in what you're sure is record time and enveloping one of your hardened nipples in his warm, wet mouth. You're not sure who moans louder. Your nails biting into his biceps as he all but, crushes you to him. Losing himself in your tits while the two of you grind against each other to find any relief you can.

"Jung-Kookie ah," you cry out from a particularly hard suck. Goosebumps rising on your skin when he playfully runs his teeth along your nipple. His eyes meeting yours through his messy bangs while he continues to suckle on you to his satisfaction.

"I want you to sit on my face," are the first words out of his mouth when he unlatches himself with an obsence pop.

"I forget how demanding you can be on nights when you win," you laugh breathlessly, cupping his jaw in your hands and kissing him more gently than before. The two of you savouring each other and letting unadulterated affection be your guide.

Jungkook is about to whine when you pull away and get off of his lap, but his words quickly die on his tongue as he watches you wiggle out of your shorts and panties. His cock throbbing harshly in the confines of his boxers while he drinks your nudity in.

"Well? What're you waiting for?" You ask with a quirk of your eyebrow. Biting back a smirk at the mystified look on his pretty face.

"Oh, right. Sorry," he says, shifting upwards and laying on his back. Restless hands clenching and unclenching at his sides.

It feels nice to leave him a little flustered and desperate for once.

Jungkook's eyes are laser focused between your thighs when you shift to straddle his face, understandably so. You're beyond wet for him, and based on the way his lips part and his impatient hands grip your thighs and drag you onto his face, he's more than ready for this too.

The first lap of his expert tongue at your clit forces a moan louder than you anticipated out of you. Your shaky hands clutching your headboard for some semblance of stability as Jungkook licks and sucks and kisses with increasing frequency and intensity. The vibrations from his quiet moans and chest deep groans only serving to add to the toe-curling pleasure, rendering your body slack above him.

His hands move you on his tongue. Helping you ride his handsome face and, his tongue lapping out as much of your wetness as he can in his current position while his nose stimulates your sensitive clit. All you can do is mindlessly grind against his face and take everything he's willing to give you. Your orgasm building and the knot in your core growing increasingly tight with every flick of his tongue and nudge of his nose.

It's all over for you when he forces you against his tongue, hard. His fingers harshly gripping your plush thighs as he sucks and licks at your clit. All muddled mix of his name and moans and pleas fall from your lips while you ride out your release. Jungkook doesn't relent in the slightest. Continuing to tongue at you through it all, even when one of your hands drifts downwards to entangle itself in his luscious hair.

"Kookie, too-too much," you whine, using what minimal energy you have left to move off of his face. Shaky thighs supporting you as you hover above him.

Even though you quite literally just came, a flushed Jungkook covered in your release certainly could get you there once more if you pushed hard enough. He blinks up at you as if to escape some sort of trance he was in. Tongue poking out to lick up whatever traces of you he can.

"I wasn't done," he complains, his eyes on full bunny mode and his bottom lip jutting out in a pout. Light reflecting off of his piercing.

You roll your eyes, moving off of him altogether, "Well, I was. It was getting to be too much."

If you'd let him, Jungkook would happily spend the entire night with you over him. Forcing orgasm after orgasm out of you until you're close to blacking out. However, you think you're both too tired for all of that tonight. Even if he'd disagree.

Before he can complain further, you lean down to kiss him. Smiling into him when he gasps as your hand leisurely runs down his muscular chest. Palming him over his boxers, your walls throbbing, and the painful feeling of emptiness beginning to settle in. Maybe you can muster a little more energy.

Jungkook watches you in a daze. Realisation settling in when you hurriedly pull down his boxers and, his flushed cock slaps against his toned abdomen.

"Still complaining?" You tease, looking down at him. Taking him in your hand and reveling in the visible quiver you see run along his body.

"No," he groans, "Please,"

Fuck. He's so fucking unfair. How could you ever say no to him when he sounds like that?

Your lashes flutter, and you grit your teeth when you begin to sink down onto him. The stretch is borderline overwhelming but, so deliriously good that you soldier through. Your hands resting on him for purchase while you gain your bearings.

Jungkook, for his part, seems to be struggling just as much as you if his hold on your hips is any indication. Quiet moans reaching your ears when you he's fully sheathed inside of you. God, he always fills you so deliciously. Nestled so deeply inside of you that it makes your head fuzzy.

"Kookie," you chastise with little bite behind your words when he fucks up into you.

"Sorry, can't help it," he groans, his cock pulsing inside of you as the two of you remain unmoving.

"Always so impatient," you tease, slowly rising off of him before sinking back down. Your eyes rolling into the back of your skull from the earthshattering pleasure that courses through you.

Fortunately, it doesn't take you long to find your rhythm from there. The sounds of skin slapping against skin and your combined sounds of pleasure ringing out throughout your bedroom.

He always looks so beautiful underneath you like this. His inky locks sticking to his sweaty forehead, a faint blush colouring his cheeks with his lips parted. His glassy eyes taking in every part of you can.

"I love you," you mutter, leaning down to kiss him. It's messy and all spit and tongue, but you couldn't care less. Your rhythm growing increasingly sloppy as your second orgasm creeps up on you. One of your hands reaching between your overheated bodies in search of your clit.

"I love you too," he moans, his hands helping you along. A breathy 'fuck' falling from his bruised lips when your slick walls tighten around him. Practically begging for him to cum inside of you.

Jungkook forces you onto his cock when his orgasm slams into him. Your name and a symphony of groans all he seems to be capable of. You wouldn't be surprised if there were bruises on your hips in the morning.

Between the sensation of his thick, warm cum flooding your pussy, your fingers drawing frenzied patterns on your clit and watching his face contort in pleasure, it's no wonder your own release is triggered.

It takes everything in you not to just collapse onto him. Your muddied brain somehow still aware of all of his injuries. You both shudder as you gradually move off of him. Your combined releases leaking down your thighs and, likely smearing your sheets but, you're too tired to think about cleaning up right now.

"Come here," he mutters sleepily, making grabby hands at you.

If only everyone could see their champion now, you muse. Nuzzling into his side and wrapping your arm around his waist lightly. Trying your hardest not to aggravate any of his injuries any further.

He melts into you. Not taking long to slip into slumber, the slow rise and fall of his chest a welcome sight. It has been a long day, after all, and even the greatest need their rest.

#jeon jungkook smut #jungkook smut #bts smut #1k followers celebration day 5 #1k followers celebration #1k followers milestone

406 notes · View notes

the-cat-and-the-birdie · 8 months

Text

MORE Cute Spider Society Headcanons: Extracurriculars and Sports

Another list of headcanons I have about Spider Society and what it's like on campus. This time - Music, Sports, The Society Newspaper, and other fun things to do on campus

Heads-up: There's light mentions of Spidersonas below - including my own lovely Disco-Spider Diane. All creators tagged at the end

[This post has a lot of links in thise - ALL lead to other tumblr posts. Most of them explain callback jokes, additional headcanons, or the information about the Spider-person being named. All the Spider-people mentioned here are free-to-use headcanons, unless otherwise named. Those who are actual Spider-sonas that my Spider-sona knows - their first names maybe used, or their sona introduction will be linked. Basically if their normal name isn't given and/or theres no link, have at it]

LETS GO

The Spider Music Scene goes CRAZZZYY

Thought it was just Hobie?

Of course not! There's MetroSpider too

In fact there's a whole wide range of accompanying 'Spider-*music genre*'

There's Spider-Goth who plays gothic death metal, DiscoSpider who plays funky pop, Spider-Grunge into 90's garage grunge, RrrriotSpiderrr who plays Riot Girl Grunge

There's even SpiderSync

Which is NYSNC. But they're all Spider-people. Like Justin Timberlake as Spider-man. They roam as a group

That's because Metro isn't the only celebrity Spidey either -

There's SpiderB, which is just Beyonce but a Spider-person. Britney Spiders, which is Britney Spears but a Spider-person. Doja-Spider, Doja Cat. You get the gist.

Like imagine being in the Spider Society campus food court and turning around to see BEYONCE

And she's like 'yes.. It's me'

and it's literally just like the normal Beyonce with albums and everything excepts shes also Spiderwoman

And gay. And has a rapper wife named Jane-Z

Every year there's a collaborative album from all the musical Spiders

Called 'The Yearbook'

A lot of the songs are about the direct struggle or experience of being Spider-people

With some really good party songs thrown in for the Spider-raves

Hobie and Gwen's band Wicked Webs appears on the album, along with any Spider who plays an instrument.

If your spidersona can carry a tune, they're on it.

AND IT'S FIRE

You can buy the album at the Commissary.

The first week at campus EVERYbody is playing it. In the common rooms or the food court or training rooms -

They'll just play this album that's by Spider-people for Spider-people

If your spidersona starts singing ANY part of a 'Yearbook' song some without a doubt will respond with the next lyric. everybody knows the words

Spidey people really treat Hobie like a rockstar - and a lot of them go to his concerts

It's kinda a huge unspoken thing on campus that a LOT of people are willing to break rank and head to 136 without permission, just to see Hobie on Saturday nights.

Even people who don't hang with Hobie or don't necessarily know the real him

They still go cause his shows are THE PLACE to be.

Spider-people pour into his tiny venues in London, all out of uniform, and they mingle with the punks in the crowd while Hobie goes Miguel Mode on stage

It's a place where they can all drink (if over 18) and party (any age, Hobie gotchu ur safe with him) and enjoy themselves

And as a result, Hobie is a HIT with people from his universe

They know that Hobie's shows are always lit and full of cool people you'll never see anywhere else

The after-parties are CRAZY (party on all six walls), and it's really common for Spider-friends to link up and head to each others universes after the show - getting into their own shenanigans

There's MANY times Ansi, Asa, Hobie, and Diane have gotten themself into some shit while lit after one of Hobie's shows

And every Monday people are talking about what they get into after the show, the crazy stuff that popped off in the after-parties

MetroSpider, Pavi, Diane, Hobie, & Margo throw the BEST parties

Miguel knows about this, and he lets it slide - for the sake of morale (and not causing a riot if he banned it)

There's an international Spider community on campus

You thought Spiderman India and Spider-UK was it? NO

Spider-Canada and Hobie are other noticeable ones , but there's more!

There's the Peruvian 'IncaSpider' named Moche, a Paris born SpiderFrance, a SpanishSpider, SpiderItaly

A Mahayana Buddhist ThaiSpider, VietSpider, Spiderwoman Brazil. The list goes ON AND ON.

There's a large group of Indigenous Spider-people

Some Spider-people are even born in countries that don't exist in most universes or live in universes that live in countries that USE to exist

My favorite international Spider-person is the Australia Spider-person who is simply named Australian Spider

People constantly joke they're no dangerous than the average Australian Spider

And there's also a Spider Olympics!

And the events are DESIGNED for superhumans

Diving from buildings into swimming pools, Track meets where people are running at like 80mph, Web Gymnastics, Contact Sports

Ice Hockey gets REAL intense - and of course SpiderCanada is a team captain

As does Roller Derby. Wanna see superhumans fucking WRECKING each other? Go watch Spider-Derby, the players have derby names that play off their own Spider-names. So it's like a triple identity.

And once a year, they all throw down - and even if you aren't THE Spider of your nation, you can still participate if you want -

Like Hobie can enter for Britain but he'd rather die than do anything for that country

It's the one place you can compete and fully push your spider powers without danger - plus it's with your friends

They do give out medals. But it's mainly bragging rights.

Pavi earned his first gold medal in the diving portion for India only three months after his bite. Which is a record for The Society

However the Spider-person with the highest number of medals is Lego-Spider-man. I don't know how.

Sports are HUGGGEEEE on campus I cannot stress this enough

Everyone knows The Society LOVES baseball (shoutout @theevoh12)

But they also love football too (European - not American)

The Society also has TWO soccer teams that constantly play against each other

They play 4 wall soccer in which the field extends the length of a room, up the walls, and across the ceiling - leaving two walls for spectators. This is usually just called 4wFootball or 4WF

This is played with extended rules - and a modified ball that can stick and roll along walls

MANY people on Society backs one of the teams.

And before a game there WILL be arguments without a doubt

You DO NOT insult someones 4WF

You can get team jerseys in the Commissary

WebSlinger Patrick O'Hara is Captain on one team. No, the horse does not play

(I want a jersey with Patrick's 4wFootball number)

Imagine being a Spider Society Athlete and seeing other superhumans wearing your jersey and giving you thumbs up - WHOLESOME

Games can be played 'Plain' or 'Full'

A 'plain' game of 4wFootBall uses basic spider abilities such as speed, strength, and reaction time - however special abilities are not allowed

A 'full' game of 4wFootBall uses basic spider abilities as well special abilities and passive tactics. If Mile wants to go invisible in a 'full' game - that's permissible

Miguel's venom is NOT however. Can't be paralyzing other players. Abilities that effect the other players are off limits, so no electro powers

'Plain' games are played out-of-suits, in team uniform

'Full' games are played in-suits, with the team uniform over it

Betting on teams and players is against the rules

But also Lyla runs an underground betting system and fantasy 4wfootball league. Don't tell Miguel.

There's other activities with solo athletes, and like Hobie being a famous rockstar on campus - there are star athletes too

Tennis is a huge one. Volleyball too. With an extra long field.

The serves, spikes, and hits can be genuinely dangerous. They're managing swings and hits that can top out at like 110 mph (just above the world's fastest baseball pitch)

But because everyone are Spider-people, its fairly easy to follow in real-time

Star-Spiders are usually tennis players, gymnasts, weightlifters, and track stars, but there's a couple others too.

Pavi is a star gymnast, swimmer, AND A 4WFOOTBALL PLAYER - he goes REALLY hard at extracurriculars

(And he's surprisingly competitive. Like insanely competitive. Pavi will scream at the top of his lungs cause he scored a goal. He loses a game and as soon as they end the game he wants to practice cause he HAS to win next time)

The boy is a perfectionist.

One thing that's SO annoying is Venom Evaluation Checks

If you come in acting weird, too bold, or uncharacteristically agressive - You get sent to Spider-psyche so they can make sure you don't have venom.

Not my fault. Raimi-Peter (from the Raimi movies) pulled up to HQ one day in all black and started dancing all weird and saying cringy shit like 'Now dig on this'

And Jess was immediately like "Yeah, no. We're not digging on anything, sir."

There's a newspaper you can write for

Spider-Scrawl is the Editor-in-Chief of The Daily Web who is a GREAT boss by the way

And it's a MUCH better gig than working at The Bugle

So if your spidersona has worked for Jonah - submit a resume, you might get a call

Theres things like a Canon Event Advice Column, which Diane writes for

A news section that details the Craziest News across the multiverse

If your Doc Ock pulls some crazy shit and turns into a giant octopus - oh yeah thats going Front Page. Everyone on campus knows and you get to gloat about fighting a giant octopus

There's a Debate Section that updates with hot topics that only exist between Spider-people like:

'Is it okay to genetically replicate another Spider-persons organic webbing so you can recreate it for your mechanical webslingers?'

'Masks: Hair out or No? Spider-man India and DiscoSpider weigh in'

'Is the Go-Home machine ethical?'

'What's Miguel's favorite flavor of empanada?'

As you can imagine, these coversations across campus can get REALLY heated

There's a lot of entertainment

Yes, there's a movie theatre on campus. They play movies from across the Spider-verse, and they're a GREAT way to see versions of films you know - but different.

Watch GhostBusters except it's from WebSlinger's world and everyone is cowboys and they catch the ghosts with lassos

Other hits are shown on the big screen too

Barbie was a HUGE hit on campus. People coming in with pink outfits OVER their suits

And it's really cheap in terms of credits

So people like Gwen who started out living on campus, or who are apart of the Educational Study Program have nice things to do in their off-time

And, The Food Court is THE BEST

You think they only have empanadas - think AGAIN

Every culture, every time period. Even weird ass food that you wouldn't even want but is a staple in other universes.

They even have a FISH N CHIPS SHOP (Malala loves it there)

So Hobie can get his nasty ass beans on toast without leaving HQ

The Food Court is almost as big as the Training Wing, and there are so many places indoor and out to eat lunch

And it doesn't stop there -

There's a store (based on credits not money) and a general kitchen.

(As well as separate kitchens in each dorm wing)

You know how in SpyKids they have those meals that like GROW to full size in the microwave???

Guess what NUEVA YORK HAS THAT MY FRIEND

Missing McDonalds or a specific chain? - Just go to the Grocery in HQ and get a capsulized happy meal.

It grows to fill size in the expanders in the kitchen

Just pick the meal, put it in the expander, dip your ID card, and BOOM

Olive Garden with breadsticks on the side, Waffle House Waffles, McDonalds WITH international food options

Plus the grocery is fully automated by Lyla so you don't have to talk to people if you don't want to

But she will see all the nutter butters and pringles you pick up and she will judge you for it - it's between you and her but she's judging you

Miguel wants members to actually like the place he made

Because he finds no point in having unhappy, unsupported, unstable Spider-people out in the field -

He wants them at their happiest and healthiest so he tries his best

And he hardly partakes in any of this, but to him that's fine. It's not suppose to be for him.

He does enjoy seeing a full food court or walking by the training rooms and hear all the sessions going on

Hearing people talk about the new movie on campus

And sometimes you can even catch him humming a song from 'The Yearbook'

Imagine how smug Hobie was when he went 'bruv - are you tapping out my guitar notes rn?? you thinking about my song?'

Miguel can never live it down

Miguel DOES follow 4WFootball though -

He is actually one of the coaches for 4WFootball - he's a GREAT coach. Hardheaded ass fuck sometime but GOD he loves the Spider's on his team they're his favorites but he tries not to show it

And finally -

Yes there's a nursery and kindergarten on campus, specialized for Spider-kids regardless of if they have powers.

Peter doesn't let MayDay run free (all the time). MayDay attends the Itsy Bitsy Spider Daycare, and so will Jess's child

Sometimes while walking around HQ, you'll see little toddlers in single-file lines, holding lunch boxes as they follow Spider-Teacher on a field trip to another universe - to learn about the wonders of the multiverse

Their favorite trip is to WebSlinger's world, all the kids get to be cowboys and Patrick shows them ponies and lets them feed his horse Widow

There's a breakroom for people the multiple Spider-Teachers, Spider-Professors (Educational Program), Spider-Psyches, Spider-coaches, the list goes on and on

(Though Society Administration like Jess, Ben Reilly, and yes - Hobie (don't ask how hes just that good) have a separate breakroom from the educators and coaches and such )

And those breakrooms are funny as HELL It's like the Office back there.

This is really long :) Here's a photo of Hobie

Bye.

_________________________

ALSO ALSO ALSO : All the people, OCs, and other things I mentioned -

Ansi - by @spidey-bie Asa - by @suchholydebauchery Disco-Spider Diane - by ME @theevoh12's amazing baseball concept Spider-Scrawl by @whaliiwatching

Thanks for making HQ so rad!!

179 notes · View notes

slugtranslation-hypmic · 3 months

Note

Hi Slug!! I'm curious about some of the religious imagery in hypmic! Kuko is obvious and I think Doppo has talked about not believing in gods before but what's up with Jakurai? Is he meant to actually be Christian or is it just an aesthetic thing?

This ended up being so long Tumblr wouldn't let me put it all in one post. Hoo boy. Under a cut for length.

Usual disclaimer that I don't live in Japan, so I'm not talking about IRL Japan so much as Japanese media. Media isn't perfectly synonymous with real life and, of course, it's foolish to draw conclusions from the general (media and culture) and apply them to the specific (individual persons). With that being said, media is indicative of real life values and cultural concerns--for example, the American high school experience is a lot less interesting than in movies, but these movies reflect a romanticization of teenagehood so widespread in the US and areas with heavy US cultural influence that filmmakers take it for granted in their audiences--so I can talk about what assumptions inform the portrayal of religion in Hypmic.

As in a lot of Japanese media, religion is present but not explicitly mentioned outside of Kuukou. It's what I would call culturally religious as opposed to actively religious. Similar to how many works in the Anglosphere are steeped with Christian ideas and phrases even if the authors/works themselves aren't Christian (the Christian concept of sin, using "God" or variations as an interjection, etc.), many works written in Japanese are influenced by Shinto and Buddhist ideas. Some people in Japan are active worshipers of Shinto, Buddhism, or both, but many more have a somewhat relaxed approach. It's not uncommon for people to have a belief in a higher power, but the nature of this higher power isn't terribly well-defined. Many people will attend religious ceremonies for holidays or funerals but rarely pray to a higher power outside of moments of great stress. That is, being culturally religious. Traditions are fun and comforting, especially if they involve dressing up in fancy clothes, eating yummy food, and seeing friends and family. Even if you're not especially devout, it doesn't hurt to pray for a bit of luck before a big test, that your child will grow up healthy and strong, or that your recently departed ancestor will be at peace. For those in predominately Christian areas, you probably see plenty of this in your community--people who maybe go to church occasionally for companionship or holiday celebrations but aren't active worshipers. Or, perhaps, people who pray like, "Hey, if anyone's listening, can you lend me a hand?" Maybe you're even one of these people yourself. We can generally assume that most of the cast falls into this camp. Doppo and Hifumi go to a festival with a religious element--charms and rituals to bring good luck by appealing to Shinto deities--but I doubt either of them have a firm belief that these particular deities exist. They may think that there's some higher power...or not. But what's the harm in a good luck charm, right? And more importantly, it's fun to play games, eat, drink, and horse around with friends! But wait, does that mean these two are only Shinto or...Shinto-ish? Probably not. There's an expression that most Japanese people are "born Shinto, but die Buddhist." Shinto rituals tend to focus on matters of the living (although Shintoism has its own distinct funerary rites, sometimes combined with Buddhist rites), while non-devout Buddhists usually participate in Buddhist ceremonies only when loved ones die. We see Juushi and Hitoya with loved ones buried in Buddhist cemeteries, but it's safe to assume both observe Shinto holidays and customs in some fashion. We also see in the very beginning of TDD that Nemu and Samatoki have what appears to be a butsudan--a Buddhist altar--in their home dedicated to their deceased parents. "But wait," some might say, "I thought spirit worship isn't a part of Buddhism." That's true for some forms of Buddhism, but not all! Buddhism is enormously varied, and some of the (many, many!) forms of Buddhism practiced in Japan accept aspects of Shintoism. There's plenty of mixing, just as we see within individuals themselves. Again, the Hypmic characters may not fully believe that spirits exist. (Well, outside of Ramuda...) But it's a comforting thought that one's deceased family members are around in some form and can be a positive influence on one's life.

#not a translation #asks #hypmic asks

72 notes · View notes

thatonepersonwhocantwrite · 30 days

Text

Wonderland pt 1

Part 1 (Eventually) Yandere Luke castellan x Gender neutral reader

Summary you're from wonderland well at least you're mother is you're father is a God. The best swordsman in camp takes an.... interesting and obsessive liking to you

Also I feel like we offen forget wine isn't the only thing Dionysus is the God of but madness as well. I currently have bad writers block and couldn't currently think of anything else to add so I decided to split it into parts since I needed to post something.

Trigger warnings nothing yet, but eventually in future parts yandere themes like stalking, manipulation, kidnapping (extra)

You weren't from this world well......technically you are you were from a part of the world everyone thought was made up just another part of the human imagination......Wonderland . Wonderland was very.....disconnected from actual sane people or large bustling cities like New York. Your mother was probably one of the subjects of the queen of hearts just kinda surviving. Your father isn't exactly normal either he was also never around. Honestly as much as you love your mother it was kinda hard to imagine a God falling for her or really a God falling for anyone in Wonderland because while some of the inhabitants of Wonderland is more sane then others even the more sane ones start to go insane eventually.

Which is why when you were 13 you ran away from home. Although you had no clue where to go or what to do now you had left Wonderland. You're clothes and mismatched socks probably also made you stand out to by standers because in real life on Earth the other humans weren't used to seeing people dress in bright colors and patterns unless celebrating. After a few days of wandering aimlessly you ran into help or rather help ran into you.

You were desperately scrounging around for food thinking maybe it wasn't such a good idea to leave home when you felt someone run smack into you causing you both to tumble towards the ground. "Oh my pan! I'm so sorry." A male voice said. He had ...goat horns? Ehh not the weirdest thing you've ever seen. "Are those horns really or .....?" You asked. "They're real. Oh I'm Grover. " Grover replied. You weren't sure what to say or do and that's how you met Grover. After about a week of traveling with Grover is when you met Luke, Thalia and Annabeth.

" Hey Grover I'm going to find something to eat for myself. " You replied. " Ok just don't go far I'll finish setting up camp." Grover said. You did in fact wander to far when you stumbled upon a bush full of berries and you were about to eat some when you heard a voice tell you to wait. "Wait, don't eat those! those are holly berries they are poisonous!" A young female voice exclaimed. You looked around for the source of the voice. You spotted a young girl no older than 7 standing between some trees you could make out 2 more figures behind her one another female and the other male. You backed away your left hand reaching for a dagger in your pocket you swear wasn't there a moment ago while you're right hand still held the berries.

" Who are you why should I trust you?" You questioned. You got a closer look at them the seven year old girl had grey eyes , black hair and brown skin, the other gir who looked about a year younger than you so 12 had choppy short black hair , blue eyes and is white. She pushed the younger seven year old behind her. " Thalia I can protect myself!" The seven year old exclaimed. While the two girls were arguing you managed to sneak away not noticing the male following you.

" Grover!" You exclaimed finally making it back to the very stressed looking satyr. Grover rushed over to you. " Y/n there you are! You were gone for an hour I was worried I was calling your name but no reply and I didn't want to leave the fire unattended. Your not hurt are you?" Grover asked like a panicked father looking over you to make sure you didn't have any new injuries. " Hey Grover I'm ok. I'm ok." You replied. " Pan Y/n you had me so worried!" Grover exclaimed. "LUKE!" The older female voice Thalia called out causing You and Grover to look in the direction of Thalia's voice and there stood the male that had been with the 2 younger females.

Now learning his name is Luke. You started to reach for your dagger once again.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. "

#x reader #yn #percy jackson and the olympians #gender neutral reader #yandere luke castellan #grover pjo #grover underwood #thalia grace #annabeth chase #luke castellan x reader

43 notes · View notes

shaunamilfman · 5 months

Text

Christmas with the Yellowjackets Headcanons

didn't have enough to make individual posts so i just threw them all together. includes Jackie, Tai, Van, Nat, Shauna, Misty, and Lottie. (seperately, you're not dating all of them lmao)

"All I want for Christmas is you" plays while Jackie Taylor is in the car, 5 injured 3 dead. Jackie loves Christmas music. She's got that shit blasting all hours of the day. if you hear one more Christmas song you think you might just scream.

Jackie is so into Christmas. She's got the tree up and fully decorated by 12:01 AM the Friday after Thanksgiving. she started buying new decorations November 1st. She's not putting those decorations up, however: that's what she has you for. you lowkey dread the holidays just because of drill sergeant Jackie ordering you around the tree to put up ornaments and lights and shit. they all have exact placements that she's planned out ahead of time.

Jackie forces shauna and you to watch Christmas movies every year. it's always the same exact ones but Jackie is so excited every year. she has custom made stockings with your names on it and everything. her house is the go to spot for Christmas parties every year. she has mistletoe everywhere and will use it as an excuse to kiss you.

Jackie's gifts are also very thoughtful and indicative of the amount of attention she pays to you. Jackie without fail manages to get you things you never even knew you wanted but now cherish above your other possessions. she's full on wrapping them. they're all very festive and different prints that somehow all tie together anyways

Tai Turner 100% wouldn't decorate for Christmas if you didn't make her. she's so content to exchange gifts in her bland house. if you make her get a tree though she's running the tree decorating like it's the navy. that shit is going to be aesthetic and evenly spaced out if it's going in her house.

she'll let you have one of those really small ones in your room if you wanna decorate one yourself with fun ornaments. she rolls her eyes whenever she sees it but is secretly fond of it

Tai's presents are always perfectly wrapped with the optimum folds and tape placements. She refuses to be bad at anything, and certainly isn't going to let wrapping paper get one over on her. Tai buys presents whenever she sees something and all of her Christmas shopping is done by like August.

she'll wear a Santa hat if to ask her but it's about as far as she'll get into the Christmas spirit

Van Palmer loves Christmas. She has such happy memories from her childhood of sitting on the couch watching Christmas movies all day. She likes going around to Christmas parties and getting to see all her friends in cheery moods.

I definitely think Van spends most of December walking around in the ugliest Christmas themed boxers you've ever seen. You're rewatching her favorite Christmas movies and she's wearing Christmas tree print boxers, some kind of Christmas themed innuendo shirt (this Santa goes down or some shit), and her trusty Santa hat.

Van puts real effort in wrapping up your presents but she's still not good at it. they're unwrapping slightly at the edges and there's way more tape than is needed. She definitely gets you a gag gift every year and after you open it she's like 😁😁 as she pulls out your real present

Nat Scatorccio is not great at coming up with gift ideas. She'll power through it and eventually get you something you'd like, but god damn would she kill to just get an Amazon link. she either hands you something wrapped in crinkled up printer paper or it's double bagged in the plastic bag it came in.

Nat would enjoy useful items more than anything I feel. You ask her what she wants for Christmas and she's like “🤔🤔… Broom.” she's completely serious about it; she'd be happy if you just bought her groceries.

Nat's very hesitant about holiday stuff because her family never really celebrated it all that much as a kid. She enjoys how happy it makes you more than anything. She almost cried when you get her a stocking with her name on it. It's so precious to her as a representation of her place in your life. She grins so wide whenever she sees it.

Nat loves those super dumb Christmas shirts. Like ‘My other car is a sleigh’ or something. ‘Jingle my bells’. she has no shame, truly.

Shauna Shipman also isn't super into holidays in general i feel. she'll let you put a tree up and decorate whatever you wanted and wouldn't really care how it looked. holidays for her are more about spending time with you and her friends and family. she remembers holiday stuff fondly but doesn't care much to get into the holiday spirit unless that's your thing. she enjoys the weather a lot and loves to have the excuse of the cold to cuddle in bed with you all day.

Shauna complains incessantly about how all the radio stations only play Christmas music. she's fuming on almost every car ride because of it she's so dramatic. If she sees s Christmas movie on she will change the channel. Jackie's forced her to watch them so many times she can almost quote them.

Shauna gets you something she knows you'd like, definitely something you've mentioned before. I think she'd also make you something special. something like a mixtape or a little poem she wrote about you, just something to express her feelings about you. Shauna wraps your presents but it's just whatever wrapping paper she has on hand. one present is covered in gingerbread men and the other says ‘Happy Birthday!’ all over it

Lottie Matthews blushes when she gets caught under mistletoe with you even when you're in a committed relationship. she's so shy about it for some reason.

i also think Lottie's parents were very absent as a kid so she probably never got to celebrate Christmas all that much either. She absolutely beaming whenever you get her a stocking or want to wear ugly Christmas sweaters or something. she loves anything about Christmas that reassures her position in your life.

Lottie spends way too much money on you every year without fail. she just loves and appreciates you so much and wants to give you everything you could ever want. they're all things that you'd actually want or use and she's clearly put a lot of thought into each one.

Misty Quigley is so happy to be included you have no idea. she's literally in awe when she sees that you have a stocking with her name on it. i think she might actually cry when she got back home. You ask her if she wants to go to an ugly sweater party with you and she almost passes out. She immediately has so many ideas, you guys will be winning the contest if she has anything to say about it.

I feel like misty could get a little overwhelming just because there's so many things that she feels like she lost out on as a kid that she wants to make up for with her partner. Misty tries to force cute holiday moments just a little bit but you know she means well. Misty stands underneath the mistletoe until you come over from wherever you are and kiss her. she's so quietly smug about it too.

Misty spends like 3 hours watching tutorials on how to wrap presents. She's perfected it to an art form. she stumbles into bed exhausted and covered in tape, it looks like a bomb went off. she hands you a present with like origami stars and shit on top when Christmas comes. Misty's the type to wrap the book she got you to look like a chair somehow.

#yellowjackets x you #yellowjackets x reader #shauna shipman x reader #jackie taylor x reader #van palmer x reader #taissa turner x reader #tai turner x reader #nat scatorccio x reader #natalie scatorccio x reader #lottie matthews x reader #misty quigley x reader

84 notes · View notes

russellsppttemplates · 1 year

Text

You have me (Charles Leclerc)

Note: english is not my first language. This is, again, particularly special because this is a topic that I feel huge responsibility writing about and I feel grateful that I'm trusted enough to have it be requested. This is a neurodivergent!reader piece and while I, like I said in the other one I wrote, like to see everything as we are all the same and I hate the idea of labelling, I tried to do this is the most respectful way with help and knowledge that I gathered over the years. These are a few little moments but they are in no way representative of the whole spectrum! And please remember, there are 5 fingers in a hand and they're all different and we need them all, there's no need to spread hatred or mean words to someone just because they're "different" than what is socially expected as the norm 🩶

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm not taking requests, but I am writing some blurbs when I can (usually at nighttime when I can) so if you have any ideas or concepts that can be written in a small amount of sentences and you want to share, feel free to do so!

If things had been going smoothly with Charles, right now they had taken a bad turn. You did not usually get that bothered about people commenting on how you sometimes behaved differently when compared to other people, but when you noticed a few more accounts that supported your boyfriend and his racing team point out how you usually stayed back and did not get involved directly in the celebrations, how all the other drivers had gone to an after party and you and Charles had stayed behind in the hotel and how apparently you had been keeping him from the world, nastier words flying around about you like they weren't directed at a human. Sure, there had been the odd comment here and there but usually people had been very respectful about it, even when it came to people approaching you and Charles on the street during your walks around the city, they respected your space while still being kind and understanding, but it seemed that online they had taken their thumbs to a new level, the posts even so much as going to make fun of things like how you tended to tap your fingers on top of the counter in the Ferrari garage or how you rarely ever took off rhe headphones as the noises around you bothered you a lot. Deciding that it wouldn't do you any good to keep looking at what other people thought about you, you locked your phone when you heard the front door unlock, youe boyfriend coming in as he dropped his training bag in its usual place, "Mon coeur, I'm home! I showered at the gym too, so I don't smell bad. Are you up for a hug?", he said as he crossed the corner and sat next to you on the sofa, already noticing your nervous stance, "is everything alright?", he asked worriedly, "is something bothering you that I can help with?", he finished carefully as he tried not to approach you too much, knowing you liked your personal space if you were feeling particularly sensory overwhelmed, "it's not what you think it is, everything is fine on that", you said simply, "but people online have been really mean. And without any reason for it. It's not my fault", you said as you felt your lip tremble slightly, hearing a sigh on Charles' part, "I also saw it this morning, I was genuinely hoping you wouldn't see it. I never meant to hide it from you", he apologised as he tentatively reached for your hand, your own hesitating before latching into his, "I know you didn't. And I don't want to hide from it either. But it also doesn't make sense as to why they're doing it, because it really isn't nice", you admitted as you seeked for more comfort in the for of running the zipper up and down on your boyfriend's sweatshirt jacket material, your head snuggling into his chest, "I was thinking, with your permission obviously, about posting something. Doesn't need to be very structured but I want to show them that I do not support that whatsoever. I love you so much beyond whatever they are pointing out. All of it is part of you and I am madly in love with every single part of you and will not tolerate this behaviour towards you", he said as he kissed the top of your head, "that'd be good, yes", you admitted, "I love you too, handsome".

"I'm going to play some games with the guys, okay?", Charles said as he placed his hand on your shoulder, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he excused himself from the living room where you stayed in reading your book. You flicked through the pages quite quickly, the plot holding your attention until you decided you wanted to take a bath, the position you had been in from working on your laptop for university making your muscles tense and a bit painful. Grabbing the usual products you use, you carefully let them soak in the water for a bit before it was at the perfect level for you to get inside, your muscles welcoming the warmth while you got the rest of your body submerged, just enjoying the peace and quiet as only the water swooshing around was heard.

Charles had lost yet another battle with George as they raced on the game, "honestly, Charles, will you ever win?", Alex asked as Pierre could only laugh, "I'm trying, I really am", he said as he managed to restart the game, racing eachother like they did on track until he heard a rhythmic noise, almost sounding like a bang, and he was up before the gears fully turned in their head, "I have to go, guys, bye!", he said as he followed the noise, the inkling he had that it came from your shared bathroom proving to be true as he heard you inside, opening the door as he announced his presence, "mon coeur, I'm coming in!", he said as he walked inside, his hand coming to the edge of the bath where your head had been banging on, "Hey, gentle, gentle", he urged you to stop, "all good now?", he said as he grabbed a towell, with his other hand, ready if you wanted to leave, "sorry, got distracted", you mumbled as you looked up at him, "No need to apoligise, just don't want you to hurt your pretty head. Do you want to stay for a bit longer?", he asked, your head shaking no as you accepted his help to get out, your foot tapping on the drain piece so the water would go while you let your boyfriend wrap the towell around your body, kissing your shoulder once he had you in his embrace, "you smell nice", he said as he guided you both back to the bedroom, "it's my new scent, the one I chose with your mother as my birthday gift", you revealed, Pascale being attentive to the scents that you did and didn't like. While you got ready in the bathroom, Charles offered to make dinner, "Ma belle, dinner is on the table", he announced as you got up from the sofa, joining him at the table for your meal, "this is really nice, I like this recipe", you said, "you do? That's great, means I can cook more often for you", he beamed, happy to have made something you liked, "so definitely nothing like the pie I made last week?", earning a giggle from you, "it was okay, Charles, just not my favourite though".

While sitting on the hospitality's outside area, you and Charles enjoyed the sunset while he spoke to Carlos and the engineering team about the upcoming race, your thoughts leaving you to distract yourself and you started running your hands through your hair, grabbing a strand and twisting it along your fingers, doing it without minding it much until you felt a knot forming, "here, mon coeur", you heard Charles whisper quietly as he placed your hand on the nape of his neck, your fingers quickly finding the longer hairs in there that he had yet to get cut and running your fingers there, "merci", you whispered as you took the opportunity to look at how his eyes looked even more beautiful against the sunlight that was painting the sky, "I'm here for you, always. You have me.".

#charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc fic #charles leclerc fluff #f1 blurb #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic

284 notes · View notes

retrobr · 3 months

Note

for the post regarding natm headcanons—

ive always loved thinking about the different ways that holidays would be celebrated by the exhibits, especially since there would be an absolutely insane amount of them all throughout the year

like there’d have to be a bunch of back to back celebrations in december just to accommodate everyone around the winter solstice/christmas

and exhibits constantly approaching larry about organizing parties for super niche religions/practices and he just has to go along with it

there’d be hella conflict too bc holidays like halloween/samhain might be regarded as evil and demonic by the more puritan exhibits who would try to put a stop to it at first

(but i think the whole concept of dressing up in costume would be enough to win most of the exhibits over—they’d have a blast with trading clothes with one another, and larry wouldn’t have the heart to tell them that that’s not technically how it’s supposed to work)

and honestly every holiday would be chaos considering the fact that a handful of the exhibits are at a point in time where most mainstream holidays hadn’t even been created yet

and then there’d be stuff like weddings and birthdays, all with conflicting cultures and practices, that somehow clash well in ways they shouldn’t

i’ll stop here before this gets too long lol

but i think the idea as a whole is really cool to think about !! :)

Wow dude- it's quite a long but interesting headcanon!! I too think that the exhibits could celebrate their holidays, which are related to their religion and customs, as well as modern holidays that didn't yet exist at their respective times

For example, Theodore Roosevelt or Jed could give Larry the idea of celebrating Christmas (as far as I know Larry is Jewish, so in fact he doesn't celebrate the European holidays; please correct me if I'm wrong). I like to imagine how beautifully the museum could be decorated for this holiday and how the rest of the exhibits, who don't know about this holiday or simply don't celebrate it, just look at it all with their mouths open lmao

And on Halloween Larry could take the exhibits outside, because they already look like they're wearing holiday costumes and just have fun with them idk :D

I think what I like the most is the idea of celebrating birthdays!! Like, it's quite a funny thing for me: "Happy birthday, Oct, today you're turning 2000+ years old" or something like that XD

Or, as you mentioned, celebrating weddings!! I think there can be two scenarios: either the wedding is held alternately according to the traditions of both sides, which may take two days to celebrate, or it all gets mixed up and it turns out to be some kind of wild wedding that the world hasn't seen yet-

Anyways, this is a pretty interesting topic to discuss, but my brain isn't working so well right now and I can't think of any more examples yet...

Thanks for your ask!!

#natm #night at the museum #natm fandom #natm larry #natm teddy roosevelt #natm jedediah #jedtavius #asks

32 notes · View notes

xxsycamore · 1 year

Note

Chev and Belle Feb 13 smut please

Finally getting to this old request for Be My Valentine CCC 2022! Hope you enjoy! Prompt used: Finding a new tradition for Valentine's Day

𝐀 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 . . . chevalier x reader

► You give Chevalier a book to read out to you… but it's no ordinary love novel - it's erotica.

Chevalier Michel x Reader • rating: E (mdni) • tags: Vaginal Fingering; Love Bites; Marking; Kissing; Doggy Style; Vaginal Sex; Multiple Orgasms; Creampie; Post-sex cuddles; Aftercare • wordcount: 2,161 • masterlist

Chevalier is a lot like the hard-shelled chocolate bonbons you made for him: they had mousse in the core that one could only reach if they dared to break through the surface. Your first Valentine's day with him proved how much the mousse spoils your palette. Or would have, if you had had enough alone time with Chevalier to be actually spoiled.

The fleeting shared moments of intimacy were ending as soon as they began, fortunately culminating in a nice dinner for two that provided some of that awaited alone time with Chevalier.

Him leading you under an arm towards your shared bedchambers is pleasant, but you ache for more of his attention and his touch.

"Chevalier, I thought… nothing beats a good book at the end of an exhausting day, isn't that right?"

A fellow booklover, you know that you are right in Chevalier's eyes - the sight of him loosening the cuffs of his shirt's sleeves is making you regret talking about books of all things, but you have an idea in your head, and there is no turning back now.

"… The books I'm currently reading are in my private library. Nobody has business being there in my absence, and I'm already done changing. I figure you don't feel like going there either."

"Mhmm…" You nod your assent, walking as casually as you can towards your side of the bed, hand wandering inside the nightstand drawer. "Well, mine is right here…"

Chevalier approaches you until you feel his body heat just shy of your back. Or maybe that's you being feverish, excited by your own mischief yet to reveal.

"You should've asked directly if you want me to read to you. I'm not so dense not to see how you would consider this a part of today's celebration."

Does he have to say like that? "Yes, I would love that. Doing as many of those activities with you as possible, even the simple ones, is making me happy."

The comfortable, luxuriously cushioned reading chair that can be found in his private library is not one of his kind, as Chev sits down in the one situated here, in his bedroom, beckoning you with his eyes. No, you're not talking about the accommodation that his chest provides as you sit on his lap, it's surely just you appreciating the piece of furniture that is big enough for the both of you but still small enough to make you take a creative position sideways. You could prop your arm against the backrest of the armchair, or you could wrap it around Chevalier's shoulders… and you settle for the latter. Because today is all about being close and lovey-dovey, isn't it?

Chev opens your book at the bookmarked page, conveniently starting with a new chapter. He doesn't mind not being introduced to the contents prior, he either has heard you talk about it already and is a matter of time for his brilliant memory to activate and detect the needed information, or, you haven't really mentioned about this book in particular: which is also fine, since he simply chose to do this for you.

"Having eloped into the night, the lovers couldn't keep their feelings at bay any longer; nor they had to. They allowed only the moon to keep watch, the faithful guardian it has been at their rendezvous before. The grass cushioned their falling, and lips found lips, hushed breaths mingling without the act of running being alone at fault."

Does Chevalier suspect anything? His tone is even and unshaken by the implication of the passage; for a second you worry that he might be reading out mechanically, some genius he is, mind busying itself simultaneously with matters of bigger importance… or not.

There is a tiny huff of breath that disrupts the reading, a reaction of sorts. He still continues.

"Between those back-to-back breathless kisses, forbidden but deserved, sweet and dripping of sin, hands start to wander. Layers of fabric give way to daring fingers eager to wander where there is proof of arousal, needing to know they're not the only one. Sharp breath intakes pierce the air that they share with no other soul right now; with the freedom to not only whisper but scream of their love. Of their pleasure."

Chevalier's voice is a love potion to you. It gets you drunk and pliant on a normal occasion; the words he'd whisper between the sheets still written on your skin with his tongue. He loves to nip on your skin to accompany the dirtiest of his promises he'd make to you, his actions always coming out thrice as much as his words. You wanted to hear more.

"…Where did you get this book from?"

The sudden change of his tone snaps you out of your trance and you squeeze your thighs together involuntarily. As they're situated over Chevalier's lap, the movement is near impossible to miss by your observant lover.

"I'm not sure. Maybe it was a gift from someone?"

Chevalier surely has a good idea or two as to who to suspect, but it seems like he's not concerned with that right now. He shifts his legs too, presumably to find a better reading position.

"Fingers get bolder, mouths clash with vigor as if to consume the other. Moan follows moan, fingers squeezing and nails biting the skin underneath; soon the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the field, domineering over the ambient sounds of the night."

It's not your intention to curl your fingers as they rest against Chevalier's biceps, but it's entirely his fault that he chose to forgo putting on a shirt while changing earlier. The temperature of the room allows, and there is nothing wrong with allowing himself more comfort in the presence of the one who has already seen him naked too many times… but you also cannot keep your hands to yourself, reminiscent of the characters in the book. Your fingertips scrape against his strong biceps, thinking that he might be deep enough into the book not to pay mind. You're wrong.

Chev makes another shift in his seat, raising a knee to prop the book against. He maneuvers you until your legs come to rest on either side of his knee, the apex of your thighs flush against the hard skin of his own thigh. It's surprisingly comfortable. And not just comfortable.

The next passage from the book is even more explicit, putting your otherwise fantastically functioning imagination to shame - not because there's this foggy filter over it (that's a given), but because you're not imagining the right things. Instead of runaway lovers sharing a forbidden tryst, it's you and Chevalier. Instead of a moonlit field, there's a bedroom.

"Mmm…" You mewl as Chevalier uses the advantage of having the book securely propped up to use his free hand on you. He snakes his way to between your thighs, squeezing the inner part - it feels like a scolding manner, a way of telling you to pay attention. But then why is his hand moving further up, until it palms your heated sex?

‘Chevalier is not going to finger me and continue reading’,you tell yourself, with a concoction of emotions swirling inside you, varying from disbelief to devious hope and everything naughty in between. The only thing separating your pussy from his calloused digits is the thin barrier of your panties, which have proved to never be a challenge for your lover on his way of wrecking your…world. A simple motion of hooking his middle finger underneath the fabric and tugging it to the side would be enough. And you know that it won’t halt his reading, too.

And that's exactly what he does, as more and more illicit words fall from his lips as if it's nothing. You feel his fingertips brush against your sensitive bundle of nerves, and at first it's a premise of an agonizing tease, but soon he's rubbing on it firmly and at a steady pace, with no foreseen intention to stop.

"Ahh! Ohh…"

The pleasure-fueled torture sees you curling your toes, ascending to the heights of pleasure way before the culmination that the book's characters seek. Then again, unlike any of them, you get to be worked to orgasm by Chevalier Michel.

Your legs part and momentarily go afloat in your euphoria, body arching up in Chevalier's embrace as his strong hand seeks over your writhing form, index and middle fingers burying inside you, making you rock on them before you can instinctively squirm away from too much pleasure.

Chest raising and falling in an attempt to catch your breath, your ears catch the sound of the book making a thud against the tiled floor. You open your eyes just in time to cooperate with Chev who is now getting to his feet, sliding away from under you.

"Turn around and hold into the armrests."

Shivers running through your entire body, erasing the satisfaction of your recent orgasm until it's changed for a burning need for more, you comply, hiking up your skirt to your lower back, presenting yourself to Chevalier.

He sighs behind you, the sound accompanied by the so melodic for you sound of his belt unbuckling.

"While you had your attention focused elsewhere, I had finished reading out the chapter. I take it as you didn't hear the end of it."

Gods, you're not even hearing the end of his sentences when he talks to you right now, what is left for the book? You ARE focused on him right now, just not on his voice - the way he rubs the blunt head of his hard cock between your folds is rendering your unable to think straight about anything else. You didn’t expect him to be this worked up, but his firm erection make you realize you weren't the only one enjoying the naughty game you played.

"Very well then. I'll show you how it ended."

You moan his name out loud as he pushes in from behind, taking you in doggy style, similarly to what the lovers from the book did, you presume. Or maybe that's his personal preference. You couldn't know how much of it is Chevalier's own unrestricted passion and it only made things more exciting. You were in for a good and fast pounding, the poor armchair creaking under Chevalier's thrusts. If it wasn't for its weight speaking of good quality, you'd be worried about it getting absolutely destructed by the end of your lovemaking.

Chevalier groans, placing open-mouthed kisses against your nape. He slows his thrusts just to suckle on your skin until it's bruised with his love, releasing it with an audible pop and immediately kissing it better. You turn your head to meet him in a kiss, and he hisses against your lips as your walls spasm around his thick girth.

"Say my name while you're coming for me."

It's not an order, orders don't sound this honeyed, dripping with love-fueled desperation, all to see you in the throes of pleasure again so soon.

He doesn’t even have to ask.

"Che…va…lier…!"

A strong wave of pleasure runs through you like a lightning strike, making your arch your back to push against Chevalier's cock as much as your body allows to. Your head falls back, and Chevalier caresses your chin, holding it in place as he imprecisely captures your lips, moaning his own culmination against them.

You feel him erupt inside you in thick spurts, and you're wishing the last drops of pleasure weren't wrung out of you so you could lose yourself into cumming again from that sensation alone.

As sweat beads on your forehead, Chevalier releases your chin and you feel boneless. He's catching you before you can crumble under the weight of the afterglow, and collects you in his arms.

All you want is to resume your previous position from before things became not-so-innocent…it would work perfectly for post-sex cuddles. Thankfully, great minds think alike.

"Books like those are a rarity, but maybe it won't hurt if we pick them up for a reading session once in a while…"

Chevalier lets out a barely audible snort at the poorly hidden satisfaction you show with something so dirty in nature. His thumb rubs gentle circles on the palm of your hand as he holds your snuggled-up form on the armchair.

"A Valentine's day tradition?"

You hum, considering his offer. One year would be a good amount of time in your hands to put them on a good erotica… maybe with careful selecting it can be used in order to give Chevalier even wilder ideas. Will you be able to find such thing? Being direct with your desires surely is faster and more effective, but what's the fun in that… your shyness aside.

"Mhm, sounds good. Though, I guess, you can't know the contents of anything I give you to read out to me until you're actually reading it out…"

Taglist: @arsnovacadenza @ale-teodora @kimi00twin @otomelady @privilegedpancake @g-kleran @pumpumnnnp @thesirenwashere @ravenarld @kimmy-banana @devonares @animeworldsposts @randomanimatedhusbandoseeker @galaxyprison @sadshaxk @starshards26 @pro-cat-stination @acethephoenix256 @ikevamp-shrine-2 @nad-zeta @crystal13unny @keen19thcenturygoatsstudent @lordsister @ikemen-banshou @themysticalbeing @canaria-blackwell @otome-scribbles @rhodolitesrose @coornn @kpop-and-otome @queen-dahlia @kisara-16 @chaosangel767 @ikemenlibrary @queengiuliettafirstlady @aurora-morning @aquagirl1978 @ikemenlover24 @violettduchess @mcofthemansion @tiny-wooden-robot @joy-the-reader @katriniac @ikemen-writer @aceuuuuu @atelieredux @moonstruck-writing @tele86 Let me know if you want to be tagged/untagged!

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikemen prince chevalier #ikepri chevalier #chevalier michel #ikemen prince chevalier michel #ikemen chevalier #ikeprince chevalier #ikemen series #ikeseries #ikeprince #cybird #ikemen prince fanfiction #ikepri fanfiction

239 notes · View notes

buckrogers · 18 days

Text

Sit With Your Ghosts A While by @buckrogers

Note: So, I initially started writing this while the celebration for 10 years of TWS was going on thinking I'd submit it, but then I found myself not really feeling the cohesion in the pieces, but I do still like them/it as vignette snapshots into Steve's life before Bucky's return/the events of TWS really kick off. So since it's just sitting there rotting away in my drafts, I figured I'd post it on my blog for what it is. Rating: Maybe just barely PG if you squint. Pairing: Steve/Bucky, Steve/Peggy allusions again if you squint Words: 1122

Steve's made a point not to talk with ghosts.

Not even ones in the shape of people he misses, the ache of their absence stretching out, unspooling endlessly before him.

It was a deal he made with himself after his ma had passed and everywhere around him, he could still feel her. Her presence lingering the way someone’s did when they'd just put their coat on and stepped outside.

Hey ma, he'd wanted to confide, to press comfort across that divide that had never seemed so distant, not to Steve, not after so many nights toeing the line between himself; hauled back at the precipice only by Bucky's fingers, curled around his thin wrist. His breath puffing hot against Steve’s skin, where he'd fallen asleep on watch.

You don't got to worry. You rest easy, okay.

II.

Sometimes, though, when the nights feel long enough - he lets the ghosts in.

He dreams of Bucky's bare back, the curve of it, the notch of each vertebra in his spine when he bent forward to unlace his boots that Steve had desperately wanted to reach out and trace but never dared to because it meant crossing that threshold, taking all that deep pressed longing Steve had woven into himself over the years and turning it loose, making it something tangible that they’d have had to figure out how to deal with back before either one of them had a clue.

About a lot, but especially about that.

I wanted to, he tells those eyes, when he conjures their likeness in the dark, caught in some complicated expression, a twist of frustration; all that banked affection he knew Buck held inside him bleeding through.

I'm sorry I didn't - I'm sorry I couldn't –

I should’ve reached further.

The ghost at the foot of his bed stays silent, expression unreadable in the early dawn light.

III.

He wakes to silence.

The hum of appliances. The kick of the radiator turning on. The near constant thrum of traffic outside his window.

The stutter-step of his own existence that feels so out of sync with all he remembers, like a lingering sourness in his mouth. It's a chemical burn, he can feel it peeling away layers, stripping him down the more time that passes.

Steve isn't sure what would be found if they dug right to the core of him.

Something frozen, he estimates. Frozen as the arm he pictures reaching for him from the bottom of a ravine, even after all this time.

IV.

There's a nurse living across the hall from him.

She puts herself in his path just frequently enough, wearing scrubs and balancing a basket of laundry on a hip that he lingers over whether to ask if she has time for coffee. It seems a simple enough gesture, one that speaks to the soul of a nurse’s son.

Bucky would’ve known how to go about it.

He'd’ve slipped into warm smiles and bedroom eyes without missing a beat. You gotta lay it on a little sweet, Stevie, chest puffed full of that ridiculous bravado that should have been too much but somehow swam perfect in the lines of his suit, twinkled in those grey blue eyes. Just enough to make 'em want to come back around for more but not so's much they get attached.

He can see Bucky at fifteen, at eighteen, cocky and assured, throwing wide grins over his shoulder at Steve.

Trouble is, he also sees Bucky as he was after Azzano. The dark circles gouged under his eyes. The haunted quality of the smiles he'd throw out, doing his level best to pretend everything was the way it used to be. Just fine pal, just fine.

Steve remembers the intensity of his eyes on him, after Peggy had walked out of the bar that night, wrapped in victory red.

He doesn't ask, in the end.

His smiles remain painfully constrained. Caged within the safe parameters of neighborly chitchat.

"Hey, Cap."

Rumlow's broad shoulders fill the doorway, members of the S.T.R.I.K.E team milling about behind him, waiting without being too obvious about it. They've changed out of their tactical uniforms, and Rumlow looks alarmingly casual without it.

"Taking the boys out for a post mission drink. Come take a load off, big guy."

Steve pauses with his hands on the locker door. He turns over the ramifications, searching for hidden pitfalls. There’s nothing. His smile almost stalls but finds a gear at the last minute. "Next time, fellas."

"Sure,” Rumlow taps the wall twice. “Next time."

He's not sure even he buys it as the truth.

VI.

"Surely you have better things to do with your evenings than spend them here."

Steve squeezes her hand gently. "What? And miss out on seeing my best girl? Not a chance."

Peggy’s eyes gleam at him, she’s having one of her good days. They’re focused. Sharp as a tack. "Hm,” she speculates openly and sets her hand over his. There’s a life lived in the lines on it, the fragile folds around her knuckles. "I have missed you so terribly."

"Well,” he musters, smiling to dampen the hurt, “I'm here now."

VII.

He finds himself pulled like an ocean tide to the museum, cap low over his head; hands tucked in jacket pockets, letting the sight of old friends looping on screen wash through him like a balm to the sleepless nights, the creeping awareness of moving with his back turned on time. It was a thought he'd had before, that he couldn't readjust himself to point in the right direction anymore; his true north was fixed.

It remained doggedly pointing behind him, like a shadow. (Like a ghost).

Tangled up in memories of Brooklyn summers and a familiar sly voice calling to him but stubbornly, firmly out of reach.

There's still enough here, wandering through a monument to his past; studying reels of old footage, that tether the hook beneath his rib; that call out to his bones.

Steve winds up staying a while.

VIII.

He dreams of monsters, swarming through a tear in the sky. Sees Tony Stark falling, endlessly plummeting toward the ground.

When he pries off the iron mask, Bucky is staring up at him, repeating his name and rank.

His lips are blue.

IX.

Fingers of dawn creep over the horizon, chasing down the sound of his footsteps.

There’s a solitude to running at this hour Steve appreciates, the world hushed at the precipice of the day, before all the ghosts are vanquished from their respective corners and put away to be dealt with later.

He doesn’t take his with him, but he knows they’ll keep.

Maybe, just maybe – he’ll sit with them a while, too.

#my stuff #things I write #otp: but i knew him

22 notes · View notes