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brights-place · 4 months

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Dating Floyd Headcannons

- OHOHOHO IMMA ENJOY THIS ONE FOR YOU FLOYD SIMPS

- Floyd is what you describe as MALE WIFE

- The PERFECT MAN!

- Sassy but loveable

- Sweet yet sour at people who diss on you.

- You Fell first but this man FELL HARDER

- When you first met he was in awe in your singing when they came back to pop village.

- you stood out unlike the others was it your appearance? Was it your voice? Was it the way your eyes shined when singing and dancing with the other trolls? He didn’t know but his heart felt something

- I’d think he’s abit oblivious to liking you…? Okay so like he understands people’s emotions but doesn’t get his own sometimes and is dumb founded by them

- Literally watched you with his lips parted and fiddling with his fingers while you rushed over to greet poppy and branch back and then became super shy when seeing the new people ‘Aka branch is brothers’

- he took note that you were comfortable and chaotic with people you were close with but quiet and shy to strangers and random people which he found cute.

- Would try make small talk with you but fails due to how you shuffle away abit not knowing what to do.

- When he see’s you being energetic and doing the most dumb things in the world he just laughs and praises you for how awesome it was or how funny it was which he found out made you grin happily.

- Pays attention to every detail about your stories, hobbies or anything you enjoy whenever you open up abit before realising your rambling.

- you two soon get close and he enjoys when you open up a lot more and would sometimes bring you small tokens of his appreciation like an flower to give you or some of your favourite food to give you its subtle but sweet.

- when he realised he fell in love with you he panicked

- he didn’t know his feelings until it got pointed out by his brothers even BRANCH piled on with the teasing

- he was an stuttering mess and would try not to interact with you much abit since he was scared you’d no longer be his friend.

- YOU confessed first since Floyd was too much of an (Pussy) wuss to do it and was thinking about the negatives after finding out his feelings he literally cheered and tackled you into an hug.

- your first date would probably be an small picnic in an field near pop village.

- second date would probably be at an Cafe or at one of his concerts

- when you officially started dating on the 4th date he offered you to be at his concert again.

- he would focus on you and make sure YOU always got an spot right near the front

- points you out most of the time in the crowd with his subtle gestures and dance moves.

- He gives the best cuddles and would make sure you feel comfortable an safe.

- your opinions matter to him.

- he wants to make you happy

- He understands emotions so well so if you wanted to vent or rant to him he would listen combing his hands through your hair as you ranted/vented about things.

- You two would start having lots of stay at home dates since you two would just be comfy in each others arms cuddling.

- When he’s sarcastic and Sassy you literally growl and shout ‘AWOOGA’ like when poppy finds somebody attractive which you blamed poppy on

- he chuckles every-time when you get flustered

- POSITIVE MESSAGES EVERY DAY

- He always interlocks your pinkies and hands whenever you two are out.

- PDA in private and not in public until he starts getting use to showing it more later on in your relationship

- Would sing songs to you

- He literally wanted to cry when walking in on you singing his parts of the songs and doing the dance move to one of the songs in brozone

- He joined in with goofing around and singing

- You two would sometimes slow dance in your or his pod

- He literally will treat you right and make sure you are ALWAYS comfortable

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97keanu · 7 months

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Ted Logan x Historic!Reader

Premise: Reader and Ted have been dating for a short while, but had met on one of Bill and Ted's many time adventures. Reader is from the past, and is going to her first Halloween party in 1992. Reader who was stuck with the expectations of women in the past who finally feels free to do as she pleases. Reader experiences 90s twenty-something culture to it's fullest with her wonderful boyfriend.

Tags/CW: Fluff, autumnal/halloween themed, boyfriend!ted, stoner!Ted + Bill, reader gets high but is a lightweight, drinking/drug mentions, anxious!reader, shy!reader, soft!ted, ted reassures reader and is the sweetest boyfriend, dancing the night away, ted tells you he loves you, ted who loves PDA.

Authors Note: tiny text just to save room, rest of post is normal. This one has surprisingly no smut, so if you've been wanting to read a cute, fluffy fic, this one is for you! I kept which part of the past reader is from vague so that you may fill that in as you like! ʚ♥︎ɞ

The house is already lit up, the sounds of heavy metal blasting through the open windows, while the rustling of leaves crunch around your red heels. You look over to your boyfriend Ted with a bit of worry, trying to gauge his reaction. You haven't lived in San Dimas long, in fact, you haven't lived in 1992 for that long either. You still can't believe this loveable goof had dazzled you into his phone booth, taking you from the past and so far into the future. There are times where you wonder if it was the right move, but Ted has always assured you that he would take you right back home if you ever said the word.

And here you are, dressed as what Ted described as a "cartoon" character (which you're sort of becoming familiar with since he and Bill insist on their "Saturday morning cartoons") who supposedly solves mysteries of some sort. You think Ted looks pretty normal tonight, his shirt a particular shade a green and his pants a reddish brown. He completes the look with joint he has stashed behind his ear for later.

You pull your attention back to the big house, it seems almost abandoned, or at least well partied. Tonight, the barren trees outside sport toilet paper waving in the wind, and the orange glow from inside occasionally flashes to green or purple. The thump of Motley Crüe can be heard as you two walk up, and other twenty-somethings adorn the rickety porch their own costumes. Ted laughs as he greets someone dressed as Freddy Krueger (he made sure to get you up to date on your horror movies this month) with a chest bump before glancing down at you. He sees your worried expression and reaches to hold your hand.

"Don't worry babe, everyone's going to like, totally love you!" He smiles that earnest, puppy dog smile of his, and you feel some of the worry subside. You hold onto his hand as you enter the loud, crowded house.

Vince Neil is just finishing his last 'Shout at The Devil' as you squeeze between two Ghostbusters to keep up with Ted. Everything here is so new and strange to you, you hardly understand half of the costumes, even with Bill and Ted spending extra time to keep you culturally in touch with the early 90s. The glow of the kitchen beckons Ted, and you follow.

Inside you see Bill, dressed up as in a giant brown dog suit. Ted sees him and immediately throws his arms open into a happy hug.

"Scoob!!" He yells to Bill, pretending to be in character for the moment. Bill responds with a 'Raggy!' and the two embrace with a smile.

When the two part, Bill looks over your costume approvingly.

"You make an awesome Velma!" He exclaims and throws up a hand to high five. You do so, getting better at the timing these little rituals require. You glance down at your orange sweater and short red skirt, feeling happy that you've overcome your first Halloween hurdle.

Bill and Ted begin talking, and you listen in. You've always been shy, even in your own timeline you were praised for being such a quiet and obedient child. Now, you feel happy to be around such a ray of sunshine like Ted, and he is always ready to oblige your want to listen more than talk when it comes to the social situations. He makes sure to check in, even without saying, like now, when he wraps a hand around your waist and pulls you closer with a quick kiss to the top of your head. He's never shy to give you PDA, and anyone who would feel bold enough to say something about it would be met with a happy indifference by Ted.

Eventually Bill pulls Ted, who in turn pulls you, towards the semi crowded living room. A couple is just getting up, the woman dragging her man longingly to the bathroom, so Bill let's you and Ted take their seat, Bill props himself happily up on the couches arm rest. The room is filled with smoke and laughter, and Ted gives your hand a warm squeeze and a look to make sure you're doing alright. You nod.

Even though the youth culture is so seemingly bizarre on the outside in this time, you know it's not all that much different from what you and your friends did back at home. People laugh into bottles of beer around you, and you remember the taste of the bitter liquid from your time as well. Ted pulls the joint from his ear at Bill's request, and Bill offers a helpful lighter from his jeans. They both take turns inhaling what the joint has to offer, holding it in their lungs, and releasing it to the orange streaked sky. The smoke swirls in the lights and the colors stream through it like hands through hair.

Ted passes it towards you. You pause for a moment. This substance is newer to you, but you've experimented with it with Ted before. Usually you would have a puff or two in the night, especially when Ted had gotten the next day off work from the Cheesy Pretzel. You were surprised to find you actually really enjoyed the feeling of 'being high' as Ted called it. And he was right to call it that, you quickly found.

You take the joint from Ted, giving a small puff, and trying to hold it like them, but ending up in a small coughing fit. Ted laughs a little at your lightweightness and rubs your back gently and kindly. You smile back at him when you've finally recovered, happy to be leading this young, strange, life. You pass the joint back to Bill and lean into the warmth of Ted's body.

You glance at the tiny TV before the couch, feeling your mind slowly getting more relaxed and thoughts slipping away one by one. The TV glows with the image of Laurie Strode having her own smoke session with in her friends car and you feel more connected to this time. Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea after all. Even though sometimes you wonder if it was worth it to leave your whole life behind, moments like these, enclosed in your boyfriends arms, listening to his soft and happy chatter with friends, enjoying new and exciting life experiences, washed away any doubt. You can't believe how far you've come, how much expectations of your life you've lost. The hedonist in you is pleased, certainly.

You continue to quietly watch party goers until one of Ted's favorite songs comes on. He looks to you, his usual goofy smile appearing.

"Can I have this dance, m'lady?" He says with a laugh, despite not knowing if that's from your time or not. You find his humor and effort endearing, returning his smile and taking his outstretched hand.

He pulls you up gently, and moves to where others are enjoying the makeshift dancefloor. Dancing in this time is so different for you, but you laugh and try to follow Ted's movements, jumping about with him. He teaches you how to head bang to the fast song, his long hair a flurry about his fast when he does it. You copy him the best you can, but what matters most is how alive you feel right now. Whatever shell you had crawled into and begun to live in from your time was slowly cracking here, and Ted was the perfect light shining through those cracks.

You two continue to dance along to metal and rock, and you feel lighter with each jump. Soon enough, Ted pulls you in by your hips and places his forehead to yours as another song ends. Someone has to flip the tape, so the sound of the rest of the party is a blur in both your ears. He holds you close, obviously a bit worn out, but happy to be having such fun with you. You lean into his and he tilts your chin up for a kiss from his soft lips. You love when he does this, you had never been kissed before you met Ted, but now you feel as if he breathes more life into you with each one.

Ted pulls away and gazes into your eyes with a softness about him. He mouthes that he loves you, but when you miss what he said, he kisses up your neck to your ear, telling you his love with each kiss. You blush hard as he does this, shivers across your skin. You feel goosebumps under your orange sweater and have to adjust your fake glasses when he's done. He is blushing just as much as you, and you are grateful to be here with him.

The night continues and ends with laughs and fun for you and Ted, and you slowly find yourself not needing to think about the past, or future. You're here, in the present, with someone who loves you. That's all that matters.

#ted logan x reader #ted logan x f!reader #ted theodore logan x reader #ted theodore logan #my writing #bill and ted #bill and teds bogus journey #bill and ted fanfic

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emmaelix · 2 years

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Hi!

I was wondering if you could do either some more Domestic! Mha boys headcanons, or maybe a dad! Kirishima.

Of course! I love getting requests. I'll do some headcanons here, and tag you on any future Domestic! MHA posts! :)

Ships: Kirishima x fem! reader, Denki x fem! reader, Bakugo x fem! reader, Shinsou x fem! reader, Todoroki x fem! reader, and Deku x fem! reader. Let me know if I missed any of your favorites, and I'll gladly do a part two.

TW: Mentions of trouble conceiving, labor

Rock Hard: AKA Eijiro Kirishima

Kiri, my beautiful, lovely baby is the most amazing dad.

Fight me, bitch.

His kids are super well-behaved and get a ton of attention from dad. He's the kind of dad who's going to come to his kid's school to drop off lunch in his Pro Hero outfit because he knows his kids love to see it.

Girl dad. Three kids, two with black hair, one with your color hair. (If your hair is black ignore that) Absolutely whipped for his princesses.

Tea parties once a month with your youngest, tree climbing with your middle daughter, and your eldest gets to do his makeup.

Of course, this has led to issues. Such as Kiri going to interviews and fighting villains wearing - to name a few - pink tutus, blue eyeshadow, the world's brightest blue lipstick, a blonde wig, and a red dress.

One particular day that still mortifies Kirishima to think about happened when your oldest was about nine. She's a daddy's girl and looks just like him without the red hair. She also loves the color coral, which clashes terribly with Eiji's red hair.

She had put pink and coral makeup all over his face while he was taking a nap, and he didn't realize he had on makeup until he had frantically driven halfway to his interview so he wouldn't be late.

To top off this horrific day, the interviewer hadn't been able to stop laughing long enough to ask him anything other than, "Who the hell did that?"

But he loves his girls and would do anything for them.

Electric Love: AKA Denki Kaminari

Pikachu over here is an absolute softy for his kids.

He has thirteen-year-old twins. A boy and a girl. He loves them equally and showers praise on them at all times.

Both have bright yellow hair and fairly similar quirks to their dad. But what really makes everyone around them know, 'yep, those are Kaminari's', is when they goof off.

Now, Kami's funny story is fairly recent.

His daughter got her period a few months ago, and he, being the idiotic but loveable trainwreck he is, called you because he thought your daughter was dying.

"Doctor Kaminari Y/n speaking, how may I help you?"

"Y/n! I think Yukina's dying! She and Seiko got home from school and she was bleeding. From... there."

You could hear your husband hyperventilating on the other end of the phone. "Kami, she got her period, she's not dying. Bring her over to the hospital in your car, I took the train to work today so we can stop at the store to get Yuki some pads or tampons, depending on what she wants, and we'll go by her favorite Ramen place to grab supper when my shift ends."

You could hear Seiko telling his younger sister it'd be okay. You and Denki had raised them right.

Although how you'd never know.

Blast 'em With Kindness: AKA Katsuki Bakugo

In case you couldn't tell, that title is sarcastic.

Just like Bakugo and his eight-year-old. You could look at that little girl and think she was Mitsuki in disguise. Your daughter, Kiko, was not an only child, but she was your only child who looked like you and Katsuki.

You and Katsuki had wanted a big family since you had both been only children. But only one of your four kids was actually yours. You had a condition called PCOS, which had made it incredibly difficult to get pregnant with Kiko.

So you had adopted your two oldest, and your youngest, having Kiko in between.

Bakugo gets asked about his family every time someone sees him.

Your eldest, at least in adoptive order, Mana, is very enthusiastic since you adopted her when she was only a year old, not old enough to remember much other than her adoptive parents.

However, Imani, your second, and actually the oldest, had been adopted at age six from an African orphanage while you were pregnant with Kiko. So Imani was a bit shy, with her favorite uncle being Tamaki Amajiki or Suneater, since he was also socially awkward.

Since three of your kids are adopted, Bakugo loves to cook with his kids. Especially so that Imani can be connected to her heritage.

Kiko is sarcastic, and practically a tiny version of her grandmother, just without as many violent tendencies.

And your youngest, Tetsu, was hardened against many things with three older sisters. You hadn't chosen his name, but you found it hilarious that one of your husband's high school 'friends' was named Tetsutetsu, making him a favorite hero of your sons.

Bakugo's soft around his 'brats' (he calls them angels when they aren't looking), but don't tell anyone or you'll be against a wall with explosions very close to your throat very quickly.

Enthraller of Minds: AKA Hitoshi Shinsou

While Hitoshi loves his kids, none of them were planned.

Your first child, your now sixteen-year-old son Yamato was the result of a very drunk night full of poor decisions.

Your twelve-year-old daughter, Nara, happened because you forgot a week of birth control.

And your nine-year-old son, Shouta, was the result of a business trip where you packed your very tight skirt. He was named after Hitoshi's adoptive father due to some circumstances. (meaning Aizawa helped deliver Shinsou baby #3)

All three of your kids are very mild-mannered, and very sleep-deprived, just like their mom and dad.

Since both you and Hitoshi are Pro Heroes, your kids see 'Grampa Shou' a lot. Aizawa doesn't mind.

Shinsou was worried his kids would get his quirk and be made fun of like he was. But even though both Yamato and Nara got their father's quirk, neither was bullied or teased like he was in school.

Your youngest has a fairly weak quirk, so his older brother and sister stand up for him a lot.

But overall you're a very happy family. And Shinsou couldn't be prouder.

Half 'n' Half Espresso: AKA Shoto Todoroki

His nicknames for his children: Pumpkin Bug. Sakura. Sweetheart. Deli (don't ask)

His children's nicknames for him in the same order: Espresso man, Cool Dad, Daddio, and Karaoke Wonder (also don't ask).

Pumpkin Bug/Espresso man comes from your oldest daughter, Niko.

Sakura/Cool Dad comes from your middle daughter, Sara.

Sweetheart/Daddio comes from your youngest daughter, Kasumi.

Deli/Karaoke Wonder comes from your son, Hotaru.

Since you and your husband are Pro Heroes your kids spend a lot of time with Aunt Fuyumi and Uncle Natsuo. Not that they mind.

Endeavor once asked why he's never asked to babysit, but he's never asked since.

"Because you gave my husband severe emotional trauma, you turned your son into a villain, and you don't care about your other two children unless they did something wrong! You're never getting close to my kids until I'm dead and buried, but by then they'll have their own reasons to hate you."

Ouch.

But Sho does try to be accepting of his father, even though Endeavor is never allowed around his children without either you or your husband supervising.

Kasumi loves her aunt and uncle the most, though. She's the weakest of your four kids, although she was still able to beat her younger brother in a fight at the age of eleven.

Sara and Niko are definitely the most powerful, but Shoto made sure that all his kids knew they were loved and that how powerful they were didn't matter to him.

And his kids love to walk around using their quirks in front of their grandfather just to piss Endeavor off.

Sho loves his kids.

Like Mother Like Son: AKA Izuku Midoriya

Broccoli boy absolutely loves his daughters. His younger daughter, Mayumi, likes to have tea parties, while Seiko, his older daughter, loves to spar with him and test out her quirk.

He fanboys with his daughters about All Might, showing them all his merch + that limited edition poster Nighteye had.

He also enjoys arranging playdates with his friend's kids and making sure his daughters know that they are loved no matter what.

Seiko, who is fifteen, recently got into her first relationship. With Tetsu Bakugo.

Izuku was excited his daughter had a boyfriend, and while Bakugo didn't care that his daughter was dating someone (too much), he certainly hated the fact it was Midoriya's daughter.

"DEKU! Your daughter is dating my son!" Bakugo screamed into the phone as Izuku flinched away from it.

"Well, Kacchan, I can't pick who my daughter likes!"

You especially were pissed. Not because Seiko was dating Tetsu Bakugo, but because of how two grown men who were both Pro Heroes were acting because their kids were in a relationship.

No doubt about it, these girls love to play pranks on their dad.

The last time this happened Nara Shinsou also got involved, along with Niko, Sara, and Kasumi Todoroki.

We won't get into details, but let's just say all of them were grounded for a while.

I hope you enjoyed these, and I think I might do some more family things, especially with Sho and his kids pissing off Endeavor.

#deku x reader #domestic mha fluff #mha headcanons #my hero academia #hitoshi shinsou x reader #shoto x reader #kirishima x reader #bakugo x reader #denki x reader #dad! bakugo katsuki x reader #dad! shoto todoroki #dad! hitoshi shinsou #dad! denki kaminari #dad! izuku midoriya #dad! eijirou kirishima #Elix does requests

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dramalets · 21 days

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Day 15 - Five bestest besties

I’ve enjoyed this challenge so much. Thank you @negrowhat for creating it! (I’ve tried to pick a bit differently from others I’ve seen? Just so there’s some variety and maybe people might pick up a drama they overlooked. :)

1. Up & Aou - Vice Versa

These two best boys stuck by their friend through bad choices and good. I was genuinely sad to see their other-universe story end when the boys went back to their own universe. Friend Credits forever!

2. Guy,Auto & Sailom - Dangerous Romance

Nothing bonds like no money and a desire to not be bullied. These three had one another’s backs through whatever.

3. Pearl - GameBoys

Boy did she have a time dealing with these two and their baby gay angst. Loyal, dependable, loveable but totally not afraid to call her best goofs out on their shit. In Pearl we trust.

4. Uea - Middleman’s Love

Uea protects in Jade the innocence he himself was never allowed. He’s careful with Jade but he doesn’t coddle and he will, though in a long winded way, try and help Jade to good choices. Everyone should want a Uea. (Jade also deserves his praise for his friendship to Uea in Bed Friend too)

5. The idiot boys from The Jungle - The Jungle

The entire premise of the jungle is basically ‘man whores whore it about a bit, before eventually falling in love,but also they protect women from more sleazy man whores’ and these boys were good at their jobs. They were hilariously funny together, very supportive and would run head first into danger for one another.

#blchallenge2k24

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darlingrini · 1 year

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A follow-up to that Info ask, Can I get some info on both Teddy and Kitty, please?

Kathryn "Kitten" Gauthier is a entire package. Prom Queen, College Cheerleader, and the daughter of a prestigous rich family. She is a popular girl through and through, always with a sweet smile and sweet attitude. A perfectionist with a talent for athletics she always is there to lend a helping hand ESPECIALLY if you are the target of her affections. When you are her darling precious love of her life she will do ANYTHING for you. No matter WHAT. Dedicated and loyal she is a ride or die kind of girl who requires a constant need of affection and attention. She's the cute trophy girlfriend you can have on your arm and always will be your #1 Fan and Hype girl. Sadly however behind the facade of her sweet perfect persona is a mirror thats been cracking for over a decade. With extremely strict parents and being raised into the image of perfection Kittens always had a hard time growing up with her family. And with the pressures of highschool and her need for a true connection has led her to latch easily onto the ideal of a fantasy "true love". She's already had three ex's and all three have had disapeared in different ways. Eventually leading to the tragic death of her parents right after winning Prom Queen.

Currently she is your classmate in College, one of the head cheerleaders of the schools cheer squad and is on a veternarian course. As she of course by her name implys absolutely loves cat and cat themed items. Owning two cats herself named Dorothy (White cat) and Toto (Grey cat). The only thing she could possibly love more than you is her two cats. And anyone who messes with you or her cats will be forced into a destroyed social life and slow agonizing torture. She often doesn't prefer to get her hands dirty preferring to deal with her problems with words and the use of other people. However it doesn't mean she won't snap and be bringing her own knife to the party either. While not the strongest she is extremely quick and agile which she uses very much to her benefit. She will absolutely spoil you rotten with sweet words and sweet gifts and is very much the personal space invader type.

Teddy Bauto is a very sweet man, a orphan at birth he was raised by his very kind grandparents. And he is your local pizza delivery boy for a small hometown shop ran by a friend of his grandpas who he calls Uncle. Teddy is a whopping 6'4" and a very soft spoken man despite his size. At least to you. The man can barely mutter a single sentence to you 90% of the time as you make him absolutely nervous and heart racing. However he seems to be the only delivery boy anytime you order from the shop as if the man never gets a day off! Teddy is a fan of musicals and disney movies and his ideal date with you would be to take you to one of those things and to have a chill sweet time where you can both laugh and sing together. He's not a fan of crowds and often seems to get lost in thought and sidetracked. While he seems like a big loveable goof on the outside inside he's suffering due to a supernatural parasite residing in his mind. A parasite that latched onto him as a young boy and essentially lives in a part of his brain coming out like a second personality. The parasite has taken to the name Ted and in apperance seems to look like a rubberhose cartoon version of Teddy. While Teddy himself is very kind hearted, Ted is the opposite often driving Teddy to make bad decisions and fueling the bubbling anger hidden underneath. Often antagonistic and bullying Teddy when he can in any situation. In higshchool guiding Teddy down the wrong path by becoming a thug in a bully gang. Only to inevitably snap on the leader sending him to the hospital and Teddy himself sent to Juvie in his final years thus not graduating school. While Teddy could finish school he seems unsure to and doesn't find himself good enough to go back. Let alone good enough for you.

But that doesn't stop Teddys obsessive personality, the strong desire to be loved and to see you easily overwriting his worries about being good enough or how wrong it is to beat up others who harass you. How mean it is to bully the other delivery drivers to give your address up on any order. To stalk you quietly when he has his days off. He knows its wrong, and often will feel extremely guilty for his behavior. But with the help of Ted he keeps on going and hopes one day to get the courage to properly talk to you. To earn your love. He is a lover who appreciates quality time spent together and honesty in a relationship. He's also a Grade A snuggler~

#yandere ocs #yandere male #yandere female #info dump #darlingrini #teddy oc #kitten oc #college cheerleader kitten #pizza delivery boy teddy #delivery boy yandere #cheerleader yandere #oc ask #anon ask

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gwenchana-gwenchana · 7 months

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Dramas I think you should watch pt. 2

Healer

1. Best kdrama. Hands down. Period. Everything about it from the plot, to the characters, to the pacing— incredible. If you haven’t watched it— please watch it. It's a mystery wrapped in a romcom with good action scenes to boot.

2. Cha Young-shin sings when she is down and saves sad people while also working (multitasker to the extreme), played by Park Min-young-- so completely gorgeous and has insane chemistry with her counterpart.

3. Seo Jung-ho has no friends or close family, can kick multiple asses at once, parkour enthusiast, sad lonely boy, and paid to be a problem.

4. Park Bong Soo the loveable goof who can't do anything right and is scared of everything, especially violence and is the alter-ego of Jung-ho.

5. Kim Mi Kyung. I love her and everything she does.

6. The soundtrack. All the action scenes where Jung-ho is fighting for or around Chae Young Shin did not have the standard epic action-y music like action scenes normally do. The music score was a love song and I loved every god damned second of it. Allllll my love, it's all yoursssssss. And there'll never be another one cause I'm eternally yourssssssss!!!!

7. The two dads. The most intimidating man wearing a floral apron and the short gangster who acts like Young-shin's mom.

8. There's murder, romance, hand-holding, violence, intrigue, origami, love songs put to action scenes, revenge, and a very nerdy-looking ji chang wook. Watch it. You won't regret it.

#healer #park min young #ji chang wook #rowe's unsolicited opinion

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lavalamp-juice · 10 months

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Just watched the premiere of My Adventures with Superman! /w my mom AHHHHH

My 2 cents about it!!!! -

Spoilers for the first 2 episodes

Clark- UGH LOVEABLE GOOF HE'S SO KIND AND SWEET I LOVE HIS CHARACTER!!! He is different but not too different. He has strong morals but is quirky and not as serious as any other iteration (that I have seen) it's nice to see Superman happy ya know?🦸‍♂️ALSO HE CLEANED UP THE MESS IN THE CITY THAT HE MADE. LOVE LOVE LOVE THAT. I'm assuming superheroes usually do that but they never really show it right?

Jimmy Olsen- Character design is so fun I love it! I think he was always kinda a conspiracy theorist but they really add to it here, but not in an annoying way! He's a sweetheart, totally golden retriever vibes. He reminds me a lot of Mikey form ROTTMNT. Interesting thing I liked I that he took blurry photos like yeah he's not a professional yet, and was getting cars thrown at him.

Ah yes Lois Lane- most of my Comparisons are from the past DC animated shows like STAS and JLU, the Loises in those are not my favorite just because of ego but THIS Lois is so fun!!! She's extremely ambitious :D

The relationships between all of them- Clark and Jimmy have a great platonic relationship! Cool that they are roommates s too will make Clarks secret identity thing even more interesting!

Jimmy and Lois have a nice friendship, they are both crazy so pairing them together is so fun. Lol Clark is just trying to handle two little kids it's great. In Superman the animated series Lois and Clark are like late 20s and Jimmy is just a tag along teen, so them all being the same age is so fresh and interesting!

Clark and Lois are so cute together it's wonderful <3 Chemistry between them is really cute (I love when Clark brought up her to his mom) Made me like

The Story: Yes Yes Yes

Everything Else! - Animation is amazing! Put me in a mood to actually make art which is always a plus :))) Clarks mom looked a lot like my mom it was weird, also she's so supportive :') The boss guy was a J. Jonah Jameson type so always good for a laugh and a bit of an agonist.

So sorry for the rant I've just always loved these characters and seeing them brought in a fresh way is so cool!

Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk

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secretlythatsme · 2 months

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i really love dc x dp tbh but i hate how so many fics end up making the batfam dumb as shit. and i don't mean in a "loveable goof" kind of way but in a genuine "these people don't have the skills or intelligence to be heroes" kind of way. which is just antithetical to their entire thing

sometimes it's because the writer just genuinely doesn't know anything about the batfam or what they've been through so they come across as idiots. and other times it's because the writer is writing op ghost king danny or just generally op danny and they genuinely think he could outsmart or beat them. more often than not, it's a combination of the two.

it's just so sad. like not only is it disrespectul to the batfam, essentially getting rid of all the skills and experience they have just to prop up danny, but it also makes things a lot more boring imo. don't get me wrong, i don't mind the occasional "main character is super op" kind of story, but it's boring when like 70% of fics are like that and there's no real challenge or obstacle for him. part of why the show danny phantom was so fun was that it was exciting and chair gripping to see danny have to deal with his new ghost powers, figuring out how to deal with ghost attacks or vlad, and dealing with school and his parents on top of that.

but often, dc x dp fics just,, get rid of any challenge for him. sure batman is a skilled detective but danny will always be able to trick him! sure cass has been trained since birth to read people's body language but this random ghost teen knows how to conceal and control everything!! yeah damian has also been trained since birth to fight and kill but this random guy from the midwest who just started fighting in his teens is so much better!!! like, alright. it's fun every now and then but it sucks when so much of the dc x dp content is just people acting like the batfam are the worst vigilantes/detectives in the world.

and honestly i still feel this way even with the ghost king danny fics because how? he's never had to deal with people obsessively reading his body language or reading between the lines. he's had to deal with hiding stuff sure but his parents aren't the most observant people - their whole deal was being neglectful. even as a ghost king, why would he know how to outsmart, take advantage of, or beat the batfam in any capacity when he would still mostly deal with ghosts. it's a completely different skill set here - one that he likely wouldn't be prepared for. it'd be fine if they at least attempted to explain why danny would have those skills (like league danny aus) but most of them don't.

and i'm not saying danny couldn't do it at all, especially if it's a ghost king au, but i'm just tired of seeing the batfam constantly downplayed in these fics Just to make danny look better, smarter, stronger, etc. ik most people in the fandom are just danny fans but it really shows with how they treat, characterize, and shit on the dc characters just to prop danny up. it also serves to occasionally make danny look like an asshole when he intentionally messes with them and basically commits psychological torture for a goof.

#man...#i Do like this crossover but i completely understand why so many dc fans hate it #the oocness the fanon the constantly making these skilled trained characters fumble around and get outsmarted by Some Guy #ghost king danny isn't even canon to dp! which isnt a bad thing by any means ik the dp fandom goes crazy for fanon #and generally speaking the fanon Is a lot more fun and engaging than dp's canon #but as a dc fan its insane to watch #i want to engage more with dc x dp content so badly like this crossover is really interesting to me #but so much of it is just 'the bat.fam are actually fucking useless and my blorbo is so much better :)))'#it's almost like they dont even like the bat.fam!!! they keep saying they just dont know/understand them #but it fully feels like they straight up dont like the dc characters #it definitely comes across as 'hey this is a fun world to put danny in lets do that while also shitting on it and all of the characters'#'lol bruce is so stupid this random teen can outsmart him and he can lie to cass and he can beat dick in a physical fight lol'#there's a point where it stops feeling like indulgent op blorbo and more like insulting anyone who isn't danny #<thats actually exactly what it is and its insane to me like why even like crossovers if you dont want to engage with anyone but danny #how can you say you like them when you outright refuse to know them or respect them?#and obviously im using 'you' in a vague way im not specifically calling anyone out #ik there are people in the fandom who are genuinely fans of both and Do know and respect the dc characters #but so far its very few and far between which is just such a fandom culture shock for me #like in most fandoms im able to read a lot of fics and only occasionally think 'thats not right'#but with this one its the other way around - im constantly going 'they wouldnt say/do that at all why does the op think that?'#like 9 out of 10 fics im like 'oh yeah this person has never read a comic in their life'#i can immediately tell when someone has only read the webtoon its extremely obvious unfortunately #maybe i should make a dc masterlist for dp fans... like here you can write about them again After you do your homework ajdhgl

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has-gilgamesh-doneanythingwrong · 1 year

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I saw requests are open was wondering if you wouldn't mind doing some NSFW head canon's for a soft dom Solomon x female master with dirty talk and foreplay. Also sorry if this is too many things but can you do NO penetrative sex please?

Hello anon, thanks for the request, that is perfectly okay! Sure, that's okay with me. So that's Solomon foreplay including dirty talk concept. I can do that. I hope you enjoy, and thanks for waiting for so long!! As for the Soft Dom part, that will focus on him giving a lot of praise and care to the master. I should warn you though, this may become full of angst, as well.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW Fanfic tagged as 'lemon fanfic'. Includes a lot of fluff and ANGST, soft dom(?) Solomon, FGO SPOILERS, dirty talk, fem! master character, outercourse and foreplay (no sex).

Solomon x Fem! Master NSFW (Foreplay, Soft Dom, Dirty Talk, A LOT OF ANGST!)

✰ Facing him at the apex of your journey; standing as two juxtaposing forces at the very precipice of the end, your meeting with Solomon is fraught with anticipation. With such a precious wreath of memories of his time fighting on behalf of the Chaldeas as Romani, to the lacerating pain that engulfed you with his final self-sacrifice.... to see him standing before you, right in the flesh- was like a dream.

✰ "I-is that really you...? Roma- Solomon?!" Rushing haphazardly through a mass of broken fragments floating lifelessly upon a realm that was unknown to either the world of man or gods- it stood an atelier that only you and he alone could access, cut off from the rest of the universe. Whether it was a dream, or possibly even a new reality was anybody's guess.

✰ As you gradually make your way towards him, crystallized tears frozen within the air; the solemn figure standing before you smiles wistfully as he turns to face you- his golden eyes burdened with a sense of suffering so deep and profound; carrying the truths of the world within their glistening depths.

✰ "...You've come a long way, to find me here; meeting me at the end of all realms of existence. If Romani was here, I'm sure he'd be glad." Within an instant, he materializes before you, his sun-kissed bronze hands lightly tracing themselves across your face, his expression taking on an unreadable hue. "Even if it was only for a short period of time, I was able to live as a human by your side. Thank you, Master of Chaldea."

✰ Bursting into tears at his words, you wrap your arms around him as your faces draw but a hair's breadth away from one another, breath misting upon another's faces as he gently wipes away your tears, kneeling down to support your fallen form. Though he reassures you that there's no need to cry, you can't help but wail, inconsolable gasps rippling through your body, as you press your forehead to his, desperate to rekindle any form of connection, to feel any sign of warmth.

✰ Romani, Solomon. You him, Mash and Da Vinci. The benevolent Doctor of Chaldea who had been a loveable goof, a massive Magi Mari simp and an invaluable ally to all... no, he was even more than just that to you. He was the one you held dear to your heart, committing every memory, every moment of his existence to mind. But now for you both to meet like this...it was certain that this was likely to be the last time you'd be able to hold onto him for a while.

✰ It seems as if Solomon is acutely aware of this as well. Despite seeming distant- as if the version of him you grew to love and adore in Chaldea is no more- his grip has yet to be loosened from your figure, his flowing locks of flaxen hair tickling your face. As his fingers absentmindedly rub circles into your cheeks, almost on instinct; his body recalling the movements of a part of him that may now possibly cease to exist.

✰ Taken aback by his familiar touch, and the nostalgia of having your chests pressed against one another; hearts beating in unison, you open your mouth to speak, to beg for him to return in some way, only for him to sadly shake his head.

✰ "My return isn't currently prophecies within the stars as of yet. However," He pauses, as his gleaming, ring-laden hands softly trace themselves over your lips, a tender hue entering his eyes, "If you are to oblige, then let me touch you. Let me feel you one last time, and embrace you like I did as when I was a human. Roman- no, I... I wish to commit how it felt to be with you to my mind, for one last final time." Although his words are resolute, his fingers tremble slightly, as his nonchalant mask finally begins to crumble.

✰ Lips locking in what feels like forever, the kiss is tender yet also bittersweet; the two of you savoring every moment, hungrily gasping for more as your form blossoms beneath him, kisses trailing down your neck, your eyes misting with a sense of longing. Oh how long it had been since the last time you had kissed! How deeply you craved for more!

✰ "You're beautiful. Sprawled before me with such need in your eyes... he surely must've felt blessed to have been by your side." Despite the indomitable nature of his words, his touch becomes even gentler; sinking down to fully embrace you as his robes flutter against the ground, spread out like a canopy of ancient paintings.

✰ Holding onto your waist for dear life, the two of you become entangled within a passionate cuddle; your limbs entwined between one another's as he begins to grind against you. As you whimper with bliss at how delectable it feels- and at how unfair it was to be delighting in a warmth that would soon be ripped from you, eventually to become naught but a fleeting memory; tears prickle at your eyes as you pull him back in to a passionate smooch, breaths quickening from the action.

✰ Mewling his name repeatedly- like a solemn prayer to the heavens- your body completely yields to his addictive touch, that tickles and rubs against your most vulnerable zones. You cared for him, yearned for him- so, so much. Desperately avoiding even spending a fraction of a second apart, your entire body clings onto his form as you warble words that bleed with love.

✰ "That's right. Hold on even tighter, so tightly that it becomes impossible to let go. Let me feel you in your entirety." He's also been entirely consumed by the moment, losing beneath tidal waves of passion, as well as ones of heart-wrenching melancholy.

✰ Continuing to rub his body against yours in a soothing circular motion, Solomon parts from by sucking onto your bottom lips as his gaze locks into yours- it's so deep and profound that it leaves you trapped, unable to look away.

✰ By this time, you're a sweaty mess- Chaldea uniform all crumpled, as your body fills with electrical tremors of desire, tingling with pleasure. To Solomon, such a sight is alluring- though a twinge of something so forlorn (that even he can't quite grasp it) lacerates his heart at seeing you so laid so emotionally bare before him.

✰ "...Despite overcoming numerous hurdles, you are still so precious, so fragile a human. Romani- I- no, I'm sorry that I was unable to see things through with you until the very end. I... I love... you." Sealing his hesitant vow with lips that softly regaled your forehead, your eyelids; every facet of your face, loose tears make their way down his face, his once steely golden eyes now a pool of melting amber.

What a sorrowful finale this was turning out to be.

#solomon fgo #fate series #romani archaman #gilgablog #gilgawriting #character x reader #fgo #fate grand order #fgo fanfic #fgo headcanons #well time for some feels. am i right or am i right.#fgo spoilers #ok this is not soft dom at all. this is the saddest lemon fic ive ever written. thanks im going to cry now

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arc-misadventures · 2 years

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We Love You, But…

Ruby Jaune… we love you but we…

Jaune: Wait! What do you mean by, love?

Weiss: We love you, Jaune.

Jaune: As the brother you never had…?

Yang: As in romantically, you loveable goof.

Jaune: You guys, love-love?!

Blake: Yes we do. Did you… did you not know…?

Jaune: Evidently not?!

Ruby: Oh… uh oh…

Weiss: We thought you knew…?

Jaune: Does it appear like I did?!

Blake: Told you; he’s too dense to get any of the hints that we like him…

Weiss: Well we did flirt with him allot, you’d expect he would get the hint eventually.

Jaune: Wait, that was flirting; I thought you were teasing me?!

Ruby: Told you two were going too far…

Blake: Well at least we did something you two blushing school girls!

Jaune: So… you guys like me… like-like me…?

Weiss: Surprised?

Jaune: Very.

Blake: That’s to be expected. I mean one girl who likes you is surprising enough, but four?

Yang: Sounds like a dream come true to me~!

Jaune: Yeah… feels like I am dreaming right now. So, we’re a thing now?

Yang: Yes, yes we are!

Weiss: Absolutely!

Ruby: Finally!

Blake: We should have just told him from the get go…

Jaune: T-That’s great! So… What now?

Ruby: Uhh…?

Weiss: Did we plan for this…? We were mostly just trying to get him to realize we liked him…

Blake: i can think of a few things…

Yang: Oh, so your up for having some fun too, eh?

Ruby: W-What?!

Weiss: Beg pardon?

Blake: Why not?

Jaune: Okay, sounds fun.

Ruby: Really?!

Jaune: Wouldn’t be the weirdest thing to happen today… So…

Weiss: YES!!!

Ruby: Team orgy! Lets go!

BYJ: …

Jaune: I expected that of, Blake not you two.

Blake: Hey!

Yang: Its always the quiet ones…

#rwby #jaune arc #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #weiss schnee #ruby rose #jaune x yang #yang x jaune #ruby x jaune #jaune x ruby #weiss x jaune #jaune x weiss #blake x jaune #jaune x blake #rwby whiteknight #rwby knightshade #rwby dragonslayer #rwby lancaster #rwby colourguard

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boats on the sea.

pairing: bradley "rooster" bradshaw x vet tech f! wife reader rating: E-T summary: bradley comforts his wife after losing her favorite patient. warning: ANGST, mentions of pet death (dog), nudity (nothing sexy; just mutual showering), unedited (as per usual) a/n: requested by @kp9983 . hope this makes you feel a little bit better. please stay smiling <3 i'm not a vet tech, so I couldn't tell you if any symptoms/actions the reader is taking are correct. I also have this in the same universe as Acts of Service, just to keep continuity. x marlie

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Bono, your favorite big, loveable goof ball, passed away in your arms. He had been brought in short of breath, drooling more than usual, and was diagnosed by ultrasound with acute heart failure. The whole clinic was abuzz with movement to get him fluids and medicines to ease his pain. Treatments weren't working effectively and the large pooch was more tired than you had ever seen him. You gave him plenty of kisses and snuggles during his traumatic stay, keeping him company through the entirety of your shifts. One second you were leaving a gentle kiss the top of his velvety head. The next, his eyes were drifting closed for the last time. He passed in only three days under your care.

He was gone. Just like that.

You knew that large breeds tended to pass young. Their hearts were just too large and fragile to stand beating all that blood around them. Big dogs like six year old Bono had so much love to give that sometimes, it just broke their heart in two trying to share it with the world. You, being his longest care taker, took upon the gargantuan task of calling his parents to let them know that their special boy was gone. His mom's grief on the other line opened the flood gates, your own cries filling the line.

"I'm sorry," you sobbed to her. "I'm so, so sorry."

They had come to pick him up to take him home; to bury him under his favorite lounging tree in their yard. You made it your personal goal to bring him out to their car with the help of the other doctors and techs on staff. After all, Bono was a special boy; he was loved by everyone in the practice. You left him a kiss on his head, wrapped him in his favorite blanket and closed the trunk, watching the SUV drive away.

The whole staff held a moment of silence for your larger than life patient. There wasn't a dry eye in the room. Although he was only in the ICU for three days, he touched the life of every person there. You watched him grow from a 14 week old, scrappy little man to the gentle giant who gave you the wettest kisses every time he saw you.

You couldn't stop the tears from falling the entire day, thinking of the pooch barreling into your knees at the sight of you, or imagining him bucking against you when you took his temperature, and even laying his giant head on your lap when the veterinarian was checking his lungs. He left a huge hole to fill and you had no idea how to make the pit in your chest stop hurting.

You pulled into your driveway early that night, before the sun had even set. It would still be a little while before Rooster got home, so you had a bit of time to yourself to get it together. You walked into the house, kicking off your shoes and bee lined directly to the showers. Your sinuses were stuffed and the steam would do wonders for opening everything back up. You used a lavender scented steamer for a boost of calm, letting it crumble into the water and did your best to take shaky, slow breaths.

You stood in the shower for so long, you didn't know how much time had passed. You didn't hear the door to the bathroom open over the sound of the raging showerhead. You especially didn't expect to see the curtain rip itself open, Bradley's worried face taking over your vision. You jumped, doing your best to conceal your lady bits with a scowl

"Jesus, Bradley!" You stifled and turned your head back under the warm water attempting to conceal yourself.

Bradley was smarter in regards to you than he lead you to believe. He knew you better than you knew yourself. One sound of a choked, muffled sob from behind the door when he walked in the house was enough to worry him and seeing your puffy, red eyes and nose confirmed his fears. He didn't bother saying anything: he just gave you a knowing look, a weak smile and started stripping. His shirt, then his pants, then his briefs and suddenly, the shower was stacked with your six foot tall husband's fit frame.

His arms pulled you tight against his hard chest, his hands immediately going to smooth against your wet hair and shoulders. He put kiss after gentle kiss to the crown of your forehead around to the tops of your ears, being as gentle as he could. He let you rest with your head on his for a moment, breathing slowly for you to match his pace. Both of your eyes closed in the comfortable silence of the warm water.

You felt yourself trying to swallow the wave of creeping grief again in a lump. All of the love he was trying to give you was flooding the gaping, painful hole in your chest, doing battle to take its rightful place in your heart. It was too much emotion all at once.

"Easy, (y/n)," he whispers into your hair. "Take your time. I've got you. I always got you."

A few more moments passed before you opened your eyes. His own hazel ones were looking over your features to ensure you were alright. The calloused fingertips of his hands brushed against the crest of your cheek, wiping the translucent tears from under your eyes. He held your jaw gently, waiting for you to open up.

"You know th-the Bernese Mountain dog? The big one? The one that likes to fight?"

Bradley let the corner of his tips turn up. "Yeah, the one that likes to make your sore and makes me patch you up, right?"

"Yeah, Bono... He-- he died. In my arms." Your eyes watered, shoulders scrunching to your ears.

Bradley's face fell instantly. "Oh doll..."

You pull your head away finally, shaking it side to side as new, hot tears flow. Your hands drift up to your face to hide yourself from him.

"I had to call his mom, and she started crying and I started crying and we all started crying, it was awful! I helped carry him to the car and he was just so still and it was just-- just so unlike him! I was expecting him to jump up and start wrestling with me, but he never did! A-and then, I wrapped him up in his little blankie a-and... and I shut the door and..."

Gasping sobs left you trembling as Bradley scooped you up again. He held you as the worst of it passed by, your arms linking around his neck to cry in his shoulder.

He didn't know what to say. You were the most empathetic, compassionate, caring person that he knew. You gave your heart to your field to make sure that your patients and their families always had the closure and care that they needed, even if it meant your own personal sanity was at risk. Nothing in your job mattered more to you than the connections you made and having one of the strongest bonds just severed so suddenly...

Bradley's heart squelched in his chest as he rested his cheek to the top of your head. All of the strength was seemingly gone from your body as you clung to him, desperate for something to ground you.

Bradley shifted the water off and picked you up gingerly to place you on top of the closed toilet. He grabbed the fluffiest towel he could find and wrapped it around you and silently flipped your hair into its drying wrap. He grabbed a ratty towel for himself and swung it around his hips before pulling you to his chest to carry you to your shared room.

You had already placed a robe on top of the comforter and he helped you pillow yourself into it. Your eyes were barely open. The only thing still denoting consciousness was your slumped posture and the renegade sniffles that would attempt to escape your blocked airways.

"Oh baby, come here," he muttered, sliding into his side of the bed with his arms open. You rolled to put your head on his chest, your right hand resting over the top of his heart, feeling the vibrant thump thump thump against your skin.

"I'm sorry about Bono, (y/n). I know nothing I can ever say will ever make that loss any easier right now." He whispered the words into the top of your head, leaving a kiss at your hairline. "But I want you to remember that you did everything you could for him. Everything. I know that deep in his heart, he knew how much you loved him and how much you cared for him. You loved him so much, you made him feel safe: safe enough to just let go."

Your chest was tight at his words as you fought the urge to sob again. Bono loved you. And now he won't ever love you again. "I tried. I tried so hard to get him to stay-- h-he just..."

"I know, baby, I know. You didn't stop until you exhausted all reserves," he said, lifting your chin to face him. "You're the most incredible woman I know, you know that? I can imagine just how grateful his parents were knowing that you were there with their boy when they couldn't be. To know that he was loved, pain free, and with someone who loved him with their whole heart."

When you thought you couldn't cry anymore, salt pricked at the corners of your eyes as you moved to latch a kiss to Bradley's lips. It was pained and grieving, but grateful. He let his large hand wrap behind your shoulder, tugging you close as he returned the kiss before gently separating from you. He tucked a stray, fallen strand of hair from your towel behind your ear.

"You know what? I've learned a thing or two about loss being on the water as long as I have," he started. "And not to change the topic, but this Navy man really hates the ocean. You know why?"

You shook your head no.

"Because, unlike the sky, the ocean ebbs and flows with no consistency to it. One moment it can be calm, another moment it can be so overwhelming, you feel like you're going to drown. Kind of like grief."

A pained expression crossed his eyes in a flash before it blinked itself away. You could see the image of his mother and father crossing his eye in that tiny moment. "The ocean can still be beautiful, though. We just need to learn how to swim and it makes things just a bit easier to navigate. We can just float in it and let all of our worries and hurt wash themselves away."

"You make it sound so easy," you muttered, wiping the salt from your cheeks with the back of your hand. "What if you don't know how to swim."

"Then you get a boat. A good boat. One with a sturdy foundation and well crafted sails to take you to land." Bradley touched his forehead to yours. "You're one of my boats, (y/n): the best one in the fleet and my pride and joy!"

"And who exactly is in your fleet, Mr. Bradshaw?" A small sparkle twinkled in the side of your eye, curling Bradley's lip in the corner

"Well, there's you, of course. Mav's been recently rechristened, Phoenix's got a dock spot, Mom and Dad even though they aren't here anymore... just thinking about them calms the swells sometimes, although sometimes it just makes it worse, I won't lie." He drifts for a moment pondering before cracking a laugh at his thought. "Hell, I think even Hangman has a ship on my dock, too, the more I think about it."

A giggle escaped your lips, imagining perfectly cocky Jake captaining a vessel. Their friendship had blossomed and seeing Rooster take to Jake so well after their mission brought a wave of warmth to you knowing that your husband would be safe in the skies with his friends near by. It made his deployments go by a bit easier.

"But honey, the one thing that helps me the most when I'm navigating my grief and my sadness is knowing that you would be the first one to bring me home safe. No matter how treacherous the waters are, no matter how horrible the winds, you would be able to take me home, even if your hands were bleeding."

His gaze drifted down to you, his fingers tugging you tighter to him. "What you're in right now is an ocean of grief, (y/n). You've forgotten how to swim; how to navigate everything in your sadness. But I don't want you to worry: I'll be your boat, too. You can rest and I'll make sure you get back to land safely. I won't let you drown. I'll show you the way home."

Your eyes drifted closed during his monologue and at the sound of his heart thrumming. Before you knew it, Rooster's gentle hums of a nameless, lost tune reminded you of peace.

Your sea was calm.

#top gun maverick #top gun fanfiction #rooster bradshaw #rooster fanfiction #rooster x reader #bradley x reader #bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw

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athimas · 2 years

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The One in Which They Discuss Frankenstein

Still getting the feel for the characters, I’d appreciate any and all pointers or opinions. I totally see them goofing off like teens because, well, they are.

WC: 1015

TW: Straight crack. Bad grammar. Not beta’d, I live to suffer.

Yuu was familiar with a lot of things. The way water moved between their fingers. The resistance of air against their arm when they stuck it out of a car window. They could pinpoint the difference between sweltering heat and sticky humidity. So then. On this day. This Tuesday (if Twisted Wonderland even called it that). A day of no importance, no consequence. Why was it-- On today, of all days, Yuu had to endure the most bizarre, outlandish, absolutely garbage take that was Ace Trappola’s cooking?

“This is like, if Frankenstein chose a career in cooking, instead of being a mad scientist,” Deuce fired, point blank. Ace sputtered, waving his arms around as if floundering in the deep end of a pool. Yuu turned to Jack, who was sitting adjacent to them on Ramshakle’s newest thrift; a striped couch that belonged on one of those seasonal popcorn tins grandmas always have.

“You guys have Frankenstein?” Jack placed Ace’s spaghetti-or was it stir-fry? -aside. Scratching the back of his neck he tilted his head in the way that very much reminded Yuu of a large dog before replying.

“I mean yeah, but I don’t think comparing this to a war criminal is too accurate,” Jack crossed his arms and leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees. Yuu’s head tilted like the aforementioned dog.

“A what-“

“Thank you, Jack,” Ace exclaimed, sitting back into the loveseat across from the prefect and Jack with a flourish, “some people have taste!” He bit at Deuce, crossing his arms in indignance. Deuce’s face contorted.

“Dude”- ah, Yuu noted, his punk tone was beginning to set in- “you used three types of nuts in this salad.” Ace shot forward, pointing at Grim, who was sat between the prefect and Jack, perfectly content shoving his face into his plate of Ace’s…whatever it was.

“Grim likes it!” The prefect and Jack shared a look. Grim paused his gorging with a “mrh?”

“That’s not saying much” the group, excluding Ace, deadpanned. Ace frowned, clearly outvoted, but never willing to admit it, he makes a valiant rebuttal.

“It’s better than that tart you made for us last week Deuce, like strawberries and apples, seriously?!” Alright, maybe not valiant. Deuce gasped, grasping his fist to his chest like a grandma gripping her pearls.

“At least you could tell what it was supposed to be!” The two quickly devolve into another argument, hissing and spitting. Yuu mentally tallied to their checklist of requirements for the dorm a spray bottle. And a recipe book. Passing their plate onto Grim, who had just finished polishing off his third serving, Yuu turned to Jack once more.

“Backtracking, what do you mean war criminal?” Jack, thankful for civilized conversation Yuu was sure, turned back to them.

“Because Frankenstein is a famous war criminal.” Thank you Jack, for giving absolutely nothing.

“Okay,” Yuu drawled, “but like, what’d he do in the book to get that label, like, does your world have different laws or?” Jack blinked. Ace and Deuce’s argument stopped on a dime. Grim, unsurprisingly, kept eating.

“Book,” Jack said, face devoid of emotion.

“Yeah,” Yuu circled a hand as they spoke, “The book, Frankenstein, written by Mary Shelly, that book.” Yuu was startled as the loudest guffaw erupted from across the coffee table. Ace gripped both hands on his stomach as he quickly became debilitated with laughter. Yuu wondered if the concoction he crafted would match the colors of his uniform.

“Erm-“Deuce, loveable Deuce, dependable Deuce was visibly searching for words, to Yuu’s dismay, he began steadily turning red from the roots of his hair down to his chin.

“I’m confused” Yuu quickly looked between their friends.

“The Book” Jack repeated, same inscrutable look on his face. Yuu rushed to stand, unable to sit passively while it seemed they were quickly becoming a joke in a way they didn’t understand.

“Yes, the book, the one everyone has to read in literature class, that book!” Ace began howling even louder at Yuu’s proclamation, falling onto the floor with a thud. Deuce’s face contorting into abject mortification as he too, slid off the couch, burying his burning face into his hands. Jack coughed into his fist, turning slightly away, he also, to Yuu’s mounting displeasure, looked embarrassed.

“I think this is one of those moments where our worlds, ah, differ” Jack refused to meet the prefect’s eyes.

“You think?!” Ace cackled.

“Erm, Prefect,” Yuu turned to Deuce whose voice wobbled out from behind his hands, “in our world, that uhm book, well, its, the book-“ Deuce began to trip and stutter over his words, sounding more miserable by the second. Ace took a moment from his wheezing to lift his head and say,

“Yuu, I don’t know about your world, but in ours, that book is straight monster po-“Jack shot up with a force that pushed the couch several feet back. Grim cried out in alarm, attempting to juggle his plate away from spilling all over his front. Ace started wheezing again. The prefect’s face burned in mortification as they flinched, lifting their arms to defend against an invisible enemy.

“Goodnight” Jack all but shouted, clearing the room faster than Ruggie could clear Leona’s wallet. Deuce scrambled after him, stopping in the doorway to bounce back and forth on his feet before returning to drag Ace out by his legs. He would not meet Yuu’s gaze. Yuu most certainly did not want to meet anyone’s eyes for the next century.

“Goodnight, Prefect” Ace called, laughing all the while. The dorm to Ramshackle dorm closed with a bang. Grim was grumbling and groaning about almost having dinner ruined, but Yuu was deaf to it all as they backed into the wall, burying their face in their hands, much like Deuce had done, as they sank down. After a time, Grim floated over, brushing off stray crumbs of Ace’s cooking before hovering inquisitively over the Prefect.

“Oi Yuu, what’s wrong with you?” Yuu buried their face even deeper into their knees, arms curling around their head.

“I hate it here” they grouched.

I headcannon that none of them can cook, and they for sure have hangout nights.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst yuu #ace trappola #jack howl #deuce spade #grim #twst writing #twst x yuu #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x yuu #they're teenagers ya'll #they're going to be goofy #ace is a little shit #deuce is dependable #jack probably has the most emotional awareness #imo #grim came for the food

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likealittleheartbeat · 2 years

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Just going through the gay subtext tag as one does, and it’s just amazing to see so many characters and series mentioned that really center on super masculine environments, or, more specifically, homosocial groupings--and by that i mean a singly gendered group to the exclusion of womanhood and femininity. and so even as these blogs are shipping two men together, both characters get to preserve their masculinity as they work in and for the proliferation of their masculine groups--boat crews, armies, sports teams, rock bands.

It’s such a shift from the prominent understandings of gay coding from the past 100 years, where you’d be looking for the “sensitive boys,” lovers of the arts (and those arts they loved would often be threaded through queer history), the bullied and lonely who find that one true friend and maybe an inspirational teacher along the way. It was a pretty Platonic understanding of queerness in the relational aspect for better or worse. And it centered the swishy and effeminate for their marginalization.

The new “gay subtext” draws focus to more masculine characters who tend to exist easily enough in hyper masculine spaces and groups without discomfort. You’ll see comic characters like Bill and Ted loving their bros or militant types like in Master & Commander constructing intricate rituals among a whole hoard of other men. And shows like or Black Sails and Our Flag Means Death are making these kinds of gay relationships narratively explicit, but by situating them within a highly masculine context, even a typical effeminate character like Stede is validated through his participation and upholding of the masculinist exploits of the crew and the patriarchal laws of the sea.

In these iterations, the emotional arcs of characters can hyperfocus on the challenges of deviant sexuality and coming to the conclusion that, actually, its not really disruptive or deviant to these environments. There’s more humorous levity in a lot of these depictions, which I really appreciate. But does the audience’s allowance for that levity come from a stronger sense of security for these characters? A masculinist gay sexuality tightens the knot of patriarchal power in a lot of these depictions, creating repackaged separate gender spheres that exclude women from participating in masculine exploits. Yes, they offer representation of transness, and, in fact, i’ve noticed a lot of trans-masc folk being drawn to these kinds of depictions, but the stories instate a culture in which trans folk have been assimilated into gendered categories that have merely accepted trans people without reducing hierarchical separation.

when the netflix wave of avatar the last airbender fans arrived into the fandom, it was striking who they shipped: a pairing that had been rare in the fandom up to that point. not only the who but the how stood out. these two male characters were loveable as goofs, as clowns, as bros--just guys being guys. this pairing was perfect for fluff and modern au’s. they were devoid of the angst and passion that had previously marked the ships (and the infamous shipping wars lol), because they as a pairing were kind of devoid of the show’s central integrated themes. while together, they could suggest a resistance to empire, their time together in the show and in fan portrayals is marked by tropes of masculine revolution--protecting/saving women, shallow and befuddled emotional communication, and urges toward revolutionary violence. these are not bad things necessarily. the interest in these motifs simply stands out in this wing of the fandom when we compare it to the broader pacifist and feminist center of the show. the willfulness of this audience to focus on characters that provide potential for more traditionally masculine themes is telling when you have actual protagonists, aang and katara, who embody and force the audience’s contention with feminine values and their integration into a larger understanding of power structures, especially colonial power structures.

when i look at this trend of centering homosocial gay relationships more broadly, what i hope is that it’s simply making a pocket for the experiences and values considered masculine to exist peacefully and without shame. everyone has the potential to experience and participate in them, after all, and they can be important. my fear, though, is that it indicates acceptance of a “diversified” patriarchy, in which defined representation of diverse identities is a more important narrative goal than questioning broader hierarchies of power that limit and oppress the characters and force them into definitional boxes, especially definitional boxes that allow them to retain their unearned societal privileges over others. there’s just some level of responsibility that one can take when they choose their brotp’s and create content to still illustrate the limits of homosocial gay representation, to see how little two gay bros do to narratively disrupt much of anything.

#meta

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erin-bo-berin · 1 year

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I wanna marry Steve Harrington but I don't want to put that pressure on Joe Keery.

Like, it's so dang hard to separate art from artist and I feel bad for having a crush on Joe when I'm practically in love with Steve.

Joe and Steve are two different people and as much as I want to be with a guy like Steve, I want to see Joe as his own person rather than the guy who happens to play my fictional love.

I get that! I feel that one reason Steve is so loveable though is because there’s so much of Joe in him. Obviously, an actor/actress playing a part it sounds like that’s something that’s gonna happen, but I feel like personality wise Steve and Joe are fairly similar. Of course Steve is definitely a bit more himbo lol but they’re both sweethearts and so kind. I feel like that part of Joe bleeds so much into the character.

I know it’s hard to separate a character from its actor sometimes but it’s good that you know to do that to begin with. Like yes there’s a lot of Joe in Steve, but he’s definitely not Steve, which there’s many people who don’t realize that. At least you do and that’s a good thing.

But the great part of Joe being Joe, he makes awesome music, he’s so intelligent and laid back, easy going and sweet. Honestly listening to him talk about anything he loves is so relaxing to me because it’s like listening to a friend. I once read someone comment on a interview of his that him talking in interviews was like that person listening to her (in real life) husband talk about his day. Which I totally can see! He’s just very personable and down to earth.

Plus I have to admit Joe has a knack for making me fall in love with any character he plays—I mean have you seen Kurt? Or even Baron in his upcoming movie? Like how in this world? Also even the characters that had like 5 seconds of screen time in movies I end up loving, just because he’s so good at what he does!

Sorry, kinda got off on a tangent there, he does that to me 😂 moral of the story is that you know to separate him from the character and that’s great! There’s nothing wrong with loving Steve as he is such a loveable goof 🥰

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axewchao · 1 year

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The Mass of Muscle in Mario Kart, The Enforcer That'll Make You See Stars in the Smash Bros. Boxing Ring, it's Morton Koopa Jr.!! I'd already hoomanized this loveable goof waaaay back in 2017, so I guess this can be considered a long-overdue upgrade instead of a debut :3

Admittedly, I don't have much to say in regards to his design. Rather disappointing in hindsight, since this is the team blabbermouth I'm talking about here… :'D

At most, I wanted to do a bit more than just give him a tank top and shorts and call it a day. Dunno why I thought "bomber vest," but much like Larry's crop top it was a match made in heaven. Getting the right shade of red was a bit tricky, though. I wanted to avoid having something too dull, but also wanted to avoid burning people's eyes. Hopefully I was able to do just that owo"

Time to make a list with a Morton-worthy word count! >:3

Morton's magic is primarily creation/transformation-based. You know those spells where you form objects, weapons, or even buildings out of whatever's around you? Yeah, those kind of spells. While Morton primarily uses these spells to construct the various castles across the Worlds during a kingdom takeover, don't be surprised when a giant chunk of wall is suddenly ripped away, mashed into a misshapen ball (with or without spikes for extra pain), and promptly thrown at you.

However, that isn't to say he can just build whatever the hell he wants on a dime. When it comes to any project, big or small, he needs a clear and detailed visual either in his mind or on paper, lest the result fall apart within minutes or even seconds after Morton casts the spell. Hence why he has a construction company in tow instead of just building castles solo. He's not good with blueprints...

Morton's talent wasn't discovered until he accidentally reformed a wall in the Koopa Castle library. He was touring the castle during a class field trip, got lost, and was enamored by the seemingly endless array of magical tomes. For future reference, you shouldn't try to read incantations aloud, especially if you don't know what they're supposed to do.

Kamek wasn't sure whether to scold this grade-schooler kid for nearly destroying his precious library or praise him for reading the incantation well enough to just 'rearrange' the bricks instead of wrecking an entire castle wall. Morton was sent home that day with little more than a stern warning, but a few days later a letter shows up with his name on it, asking Morton to return to Castle Koopa to take an aptitude test. If this kid's got any magical talent in his veins, letting him run amok without proper training is just asking for trouble down the line.

This time he DID destroy a wall. And part of the ceiling. And two windows. And maybe terrify his dad a little, to the point where custody was handed over a little... quicker than expected...

To say that Morton was hurt by the above incident would be an understatement. He... he passed the test, didn't he? He's gonna train under the royal advisor now! Why was his father so... scared...? How could he just... leave Morton like that?! If Bowser Jr.'s Journey is any indication, loyalty is very important to Morton, and this kind of betrayal was unacceptable. That night, with angry tears in his eyes, Morton swore to never call that man his father ever again. His new King Dad was sure to be much better anyway.

By extension, he refuses to speak to his other biological family members either. Though some of his siblings have tried to call...

Much like Larry, Morton is prone to info-dumping about the things he likes, which usually revolves around whatever show or book he's hooked on that month. Nothing excites him more than a well-crafted story, full of adventure and lore or just something that makes the viewer/reader stop and think for a moment. He's popular in a number of forum circles for always crafting long but well-thought-out essays on the subject in question.

He's always recommending things to his siblings, catering each title to each Koopaling's tastes. Do they actually check the titles out? Not as often as he'd hope.

Ludwig once decided to take up Morton's suggestion and watched a Mario-verse equivalent of Your Lie in April. He blamed Morton for the hours he spent sobbing afterward.

Every now and again he'll take a stab at writing his own stories, be it original or fanfic. If Morton suddenly starts talking in third person, that's a hint that he was trying to write something recently and couldn't turn his "writing mode" off.

He reverts to short, choppy sentences when he's upset and can't think straight. This may even lead to him mispronouncing words or using improper grammar. Think "MORTON STRONG! MORTON MORE TONS!!"

He's quick to develop crushes on girls with great physical strength. This is actually pretty common amongst Dragon Koopas, as many of them view those with great power, be it magic or muscle, as very desirable mates. Not even Ludwig can resist such allure at the end of the day~ >;3c

That being said, he's not one to act on said desires as soon as he has them. As much as he likes tough girls, he's actually very shy when talking to one, and forces himself to be very polite out of fear of scaring her off.

His magic wand was turned into a hammer-shaped belt buckle. Yes he will insist that it's a hammer, not a pipe. Hammers are awesome, pipes suck, end of story.

#Koopalings #Morton Koopa Jr #i actually learned a thing about vitiligo while coloring him in #i had no idea there were different types! I just... figured the lighter-skinned areas popped up in random spots all over your body #the more you know am i right? :3 #axewchaoscribbles

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