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notgeetoe · 1 month

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SHES THE MAN- ft satoru gojo

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A/n: this a 2000’s ahh fanfic guys 🙏🙏 bear wit me

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As chaos erupted on the basketball court, with boys tumbling and tackling each other like a herd of wild animals, I found myself frozen in fear.

With a gulp, I slowly turned around, only to be greeted by the looming shadow of someone approaching.

The rhythmic sound of a bouncing basketball echoed ominously in the air, like a ticking time bomb ready to pounce.

I swallowed, holding my hand to my face as Satoru Gojo raised his index finger at me.

“You’re done, twig” he whispered venomously. I squeaked, my eyes shutting, clutching onto my wig. How did I get in this situation……….

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“Hey sweetie” mom fawned as i came in through the door. “Hey” i grumbled, kicking my training shoes off and throwing my basketball into the store room.

She paced around me, showing off a new white dress and a bright beam plastered on her face.

“Look what I have! A brand new pageant dress just for you!” She trilled in a sing song voice. I turned around, giving her an unimpressed look.

“Mom. I already told you. Im not going for this year’s pageant. Hell, I’ve tried before and I’ve never won. You’ve gotta stop pushing this on me” i sighed, rubbing my temple.

She snorted. “Guess you’re right. You’re as graceful as a bull in a china shop. But no can do sweetie. I need to show Miyako that her and her stupid son are nothing. We have dinner with them tonight, and i expect you to keep her son some company.”

I scrunched my face up. “Bleurgh. Just get (B/N) to do it. No one can tell the difference between us anyways. Besides I have better things to do.”

“Like playing basketball?” My mom deadpanned. I looked at the floorboards, scratching my head.

“No, like um… homework?” I said sheepishly. She rolled her eyes at me, pointing her index finger at me with a stern look.

“Dinner. 7 o’clock. Be ready. And wear a nice dress” she yelled as I ran up the stairs.

Flopping onto my bed, I took a call I got from my best friend, Dyanne.

“hey girl, whats up” i said concerned, my phone pressed to my ear. I could feel the depression emanating from the phone.

“You’re not gonna like this. Coach said our basketball team is getting scrapped.”

“WHAT.” I laughed in disbelief, looking into the distance. My mind was a rush of different thoughts flurrying in like a hurricane.

“No, no that cant happen” í frustratedly exclaimed. “This isnt over, lets talk to coach about it tomorrow”

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As me and my team approached the coach, i could hear the flurry of basketballs on the court whizzing around. “Coach” i said loudly, over the sound of impact.

He turned around gulping.

“I assume youve heard about the sorry news then?” He laughed awkwardly. I gave him an annoyed look.

“Coach thats not fair. Why is our team getting cut?” I argued. He whistled nervously.

“Wellllll…… we just dont have funding left for you guys. Besides…. The guys need new home jerseys.” He said. He shrugged and crossed his arms.

“Hey maybe you ladies can try out for badminton, or the fashion club?” He suggested, looking over at the boys who were practicing. One of them caught my eye, a guy with white hair, guffawing with his friends about something stupid.

He jogged on over to us, his ego radiating off his face.

“You ladies come to watch us practice?” He grinned, fum in his mouth. I looked at his cocky expression with annoyance. I sighed, fake smiling. “No actually. We’re here to get our basketball team back.”

I saw a flicker of amusement on his face, his voice oozing with self assurance, lips curling into an insufferable smirk. “You ladies have fun with that. Don’t break your fragile hearts over something that’s not meant for you though.”

His goons laughed in the background, as i my eye twitched. As he jogged away, my hand found itself grabbing a basketball and chucking it at his head. It bounced off, earning a grunt from him as he out his hand to his head.

“What the hell” he grumbled, turning around. I smiled sweetly, waving at him.

“Sorry, that wasn’t meant for you” I said wide eyed, as coach blew the whistle to signal end of practice.

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later that night i found myself bouncing the ball off the driveway in the dark, waiting for the guests to arrive. i saw a sleek black mercedes pull up, my eyebrows raising in appreciation. 3 dark figures pulled up and introduced themselves, but i couldnt make out their features that much. the tallest one extended a hand, and even though i couldnt tell from his face, his voice said it all.

“Pleasure to meet you, my names satoru gojo. Im assuming youre Y/N?” He asked smoothly. I blinked at his strong grip, making out a few veins showing in his arms. I gulped.

jeez get a grip.

“Yup. Thats me.”

“Saw you appreciating the car out there” he said, putting his hands into his pockets as we walked up to my porch.

I laughed nervously. “Yeah haha. Not into cars but that one looks pretty neat.”

“Well, if our mothers get along today, might be able to get to car ride level of friendship with you” he joked. I laughed as they walked inside, and he held the door open. The light shone on his face, revealing his white eyelashes and blue eyes. His lips parted at the sight of me.

my face immediately scrunched up as i realised who I’d been talking to the whole time.

“YOU?” I hissed. My mom looked at me with a deadpan expression.

“Honey please dont start swinging again” she sighed. Satoru looked repulsed, pulling his hand away, the door ending up smacking me in the face. I yelped, my face clutching my abused nose.

“Ew” he grimaced. I clutched my nose which was now bleeding. My twin brother came down the stairs, smiling, as he waved.

“Oh hey guys, i see youve already met- oh shit is her nose bleeding?”

Everyone turned to me and i glared at satoru, trying to contain my anger, as he stepped inside.

This was going to be a long night…..

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qftim-c · 2 months

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What do you think of the new show called Hazbin Hotel?

Wellllll, I’m like, neutral?

While it is an okay show with backgrounds and very catchy songs, it lacks a lot of character

Something that bothers me a lot is the styles in the show, and yes I understand it’s Vivs comfort zone of drawing, and that’s okay, it’s just a me thing, anyways! Some characters either have too much red on them or like, have details to them that distracts you from them mainly, like Husk for example, His wings catch your eye more than himself I suppose, or that’s probably just how I see it. Not to mention Alastor, I love Alastor but there’s a lot of his design I don’t like to be honest, especially the haircut respectfully.

I’m not very good with details myself but there’s like a lot of things that lack and a lot of things that are too much in the show if that makes sense.

A lot of my opinions match with Chol on tiktok, they explain it much better than I could ever. Their designs are absolutely stunning and I love seeing all of them. I don’t plan on bringing Hazbin into quest both cause of my opinions on it and also Vivs allegations/or actual bad things she’s done. So I’d appreciate not be asked about it again/lh/gen

Also me sona gigles, I’m sorry if my opinions anger anyone though-🏵️

#qftim #babtqftim #quest for the ink machine #bendy and boris the quest for the ink machine #qftim:c #babtqftim:c

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electron-road-suspect · 2 months

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Maybe you could do a Bokris 21 👀🥺

This could be in-universe or not.

21. …on a place of insecurity.

When Kris steps up to the mic for NGVOT, he doesn't have the plan already thought out. But after several seconds of fiddling with the height of the microphone stand, he couldn't help but make a meal out of the whole thing, overly struggling and glancing back at Bojan as he did so.

When he finally catches Bojan's eye and lets him in on the joke, Bojan is ruefully smiling, but the smile drops the second they are off stage after the last number.

Kris bumps into Bojan with his shoulder as they walk back to the green room, eager to see that rueful smile again. "Great gig," he says. "I'm really getting into singing NGVOT, you know. Despite the mic stand issues."

But this time Bojan just twitches away from Kris's side. "Yeah, the fans really like it," he says a bit sourly, and Kris mentally takes a step back.

"Me singing NGVOT?" he asks.

"And you making fun of my height. Goes over great with them," Bojan replies.

"But not you," Kris says. It isn't a question.

"It's whatever," Bojan mutters, and Kris reaches out and grabs Bojan's shoulder, turning him toward Kris.

"Hey," Kris says. "I- I'm sorry. I wouldn't have made such a thing-"

"It's fine," Bojan says. "It's only fair. You're probably tired of how much shorter I am than you anyway."

"Bojan," Kris says. "How could I be tired of that?" Bojan doesn't respond, and Kris steps in closer. "Bojan, if you weren't shorter than me, then how could I do this?" Kris leans down and plants a kiss on the top of Bojan's head, right where he knows Bojan likes it, and Bojan predictably melts slightly.

"Meh," Bojan makes a noise of dismissal.

"If you weren't shorter than me, then how could I do this?" Kris asks, and he bends slightly and then hefts Bojan up until they are face-to-face and then kisses him on the mouth. Kris can't quite tell, but he thinks Bojan barely restrains himself from squealing in delight.

"Wellllll," Bojan says, a little breathless.

Kris lets Bojan slide back down to his feet "And if you weren't shorter than me," he finishes, "then how could I do this?" And he pulls Bojan close, holds him tight, as Bojan slots perfectly under his arms and into his chest and Kris kisses his temple, breathing him in.

"Okay," Bojan says, his face buried in Kris's pecs. "You win this time."

#joker out #fanfic #kris guštin #bojan cvjetićanin #kiss ask game

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omgeveryusernameistakenicanteven · 1 year

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Totally Awesome (pt 2 to Monotony)

Deadpool x Y/n

It’s smexy time B). Reader is gender neutral in this! No particular bits mentioned, only some (hopefully) good smut. Also idk if I should mention but reader is penetrated in this, so if that’s not your thing you’ve been warned! Not sponsored by Tylenol. Pls enjoy :)

Also I’ve decided to start mentioning that requests are open before my stories, so, requests are open!

Deadpool squealed and ran off to Y/n’s bedroom. Y/n had responded by rolling their eyes and going to pop a Tylenol. This Deadpool guy is a headache, especially after a particularly shitty day at work. Still, Y/n thought, maybe he’s good in bed. It always seems to be the odd ones that are.

As soon as Y/n enters the room Deadpool calls, “Like what you see?” He’d stretched himself out on his side, doing his very best impression of the “paint me like one of your french girls” pose, still fully spandex clad.

Y/n raises an eyebrow, but lets their eyes wander. They had to give it to him, he is hot. Even fully clothed Y/n can tell he’s built. Their eyes rest a little longer than necessary on his thighs. Turns out crime fighting on a diet consisting solely of Mexican food is a pretty good muscle-building regime.

“Wellllll?” Deadpool waggles his eyebrows again, and repositions himself slightly.

It strikes Y/n then that he’s trying to be sexy for them. That shouldn’t come as a shock, but it definitely does. They’ve had a history of not all that great boyfriends. To have a man want to please them is almost intoxicating. It’s that more than anything that starts a fire in them. There’s only one little problem though, “You still have your suit on. Take it off.”

“Sorry, babe, no can do. The suit stays on during sex.”

“How are we going to get to having sex if you’re fully clothed?”

“Glad you asked!” He reaches down to his waist band.

“Aht. We don’t need your dick out right now anyways. Lay on your back.” He flops onto his back as Y/n approaches the bed, eyes watching his body hungrily. They wonder briefly if he knew how attractive he is, then figure it wouldn’t hurt to tell him, “There we go, good” they smile. “Handsome boy.”

Y/n straddles his hips, “Pull your mask up.”

“Sor-”

“I’ve already seen the bottom of your face, pull your mask up.”

Deadpool swallows hard but obeys, pulling his mask so it’s caught on the bridge of his nose. His tongue flicks out to wet his lips. Even with his eyes covered Y/n can tell he’s watching them intently.

When they lean down to kiss him Y/n smiles again. For a while they’re content like that, bracing themself above him and admiring how desperate he is for more. Then Y/n moves one of their legs between his thighs. Almost immediately he bucks his hips up into them, desperate for some sort of friction.

“Aww, handsome, you like that?”

“Yess,” he moans, trying to grind up into them and arch his back at the same time.

They chuckle watching him. He gives up trying to press his chest up into them. Y/n watches his face for a while and admires his gasps and moans. They wonder how long it’d been since someone fucked him. He whines out a plea, and Y/n obliges capturing his lips again in a kiss. This time they nip at his bottom lip. Immediately he opens his mouth, more than happy to do what they like.

They’re a bit put out still, not being able to see the rest of his face. Instead they content themself with feeling his body through his suit. Running their fingers over where his nipples should be and marveling at how sensitive he is, even with the added layer. It only makes them want him naked more. Y/n smirks into his mouth and reaches down to palm his now straining dick. “Look at you, baby, are you gonna cum already?”

Without thinking he nods frantically, pushing up into their hand.

Y/n gives a thoughtful hum and pulls their hand away, “Can’t have that, can we?”

He opens his eyes again, hips still trying to find friction against the air. Y/n gets up from the bed and watches him, almost daring him to try to get up. When he lays still they smile again, “Good boy.” Then they grab the hem of their shirt and pull it up halfway, feeling more than seeing his eyes boring into them. Deciding not to torture the poor man too much Y/n doesn’t drag it out. They pull the shirt over their head and toss it into the corner of the bedroom. The rest of their clothes follow shortly after and then they’re back on the bed.

They straddle him again, this time setting more of their weight on him and letting him rock his hips against them. Deadpool’s hands are twisting in the blankets, clearly trying to restrain from touching until he’s given permission. Such a polite boy, “You can touch me, good boy.” Immediately his hands shoot to their hips, pulling them more firmly onto his bulge and whining in frustration that his cock was still trapped in his suit. Y/n lets him pull their hips more firmly on his dick and smiles when he reaches up instead to fondle their chest, clumsily trying to play with their nipples.

When they were satisfied with that they swat his hands away and ignore his affronted look. “Ready to put that mouth to better use, handsome boy?”

A wicked grin spreads across his face, tongue flicking out to run over his teeth. Y/n is again pleasantly surprised that he’s apparently so eager to please. Large hands had gone to knead at their ass in hopes they’d just move forwards already. Y/n raised themselves on their knees before shuffling forwards a bit and hovering over his face. They laugh a bit when he pulls at their hips, trying to get them to sit.

As soon as Y/n sits down Deadpool wraps his arms up over their thighs to hold them in place. Immediately Y/n realizes that they’re not going to last long like this. ‘Pool’ is eating them out like a man starved. Y/n leans back for better leverage to grind down on his face. Their head drops back onto their shoulders, “Fuck, don’t stop. Handsome boy.”

Y/n reaches back again to palm at his cock. This only encourages Deadpool more. He releases one of their thighs to sink a finger into them, crooking it slightly. Y/n bears down on the finger, desperately wanting more. Deadpool is only happy to oblige, pushing another finger in and fucking Y/n harder. It’s too much and not enough all at once. Until Y/n suddenly tenses and grinds down hard on his fingers as their orgasm tears through them. Deadpool keeps fingering them through their orgasm.

When they’re done Deadpool pulls his fingers out and traps their thighs again. He keeps on licking and sucking and nipping until Y/n is twitching from overstimulation. They try to kneel up from his onslaught. He keeps them there for one last broad lick that makes their whole body lurch. When he does release them they fall against the headboard to catch their breath while he gets up from under them and kneels up.

“I want you on your back.”

Y/n lets out a laugh, but falls onto their back anyways and spreads their legs. “Fuck me.”

“Don’t need to tell me twice,” He grins and immediately covers them. For a moment Deadpool debates teasing himself for a while, but seeing Y/n on their back spreading their legs for him makes him push forwards into them right away. If this ends up being a dream he’d be pissed at himself for not getting to the point. Seeing his head push into their entrance almost immediately confirms his choice. It also confirms that he isn’t going to last long at all. Still he tries to ease into it at first. Slowly thrusting alll the way in then dragging back out. He loves their little sounds, loves even more that he chose to have them on their back so he could watch their face. They very quickly drive him to wanting more. So he leans down to prop himself above them on his forearms then lays into it. Right away he feels his orgasm start to build and it only spurs him to go faster. Y/n wraps their legs around his waist and angles their hips up, seemingly recovered from their earlier orgasm.

Deadpool loses his rhythm as his orgasm builds. Y/n had wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled him down into a kiss. That along with their walls clenching around him draws out his orgasm. He can’t help coming. Vaguely he wonders if he’ll be punished for it, somehow he doesn’t think he’d mind. He pushes as far into them as he can get, then pushes some more. They’d broken the kiss and Deadpool is panting to regain his breath, dick still in them. He lets his weight rest on them for a bit before pulling out and rolling over beside them.

“See? I told you the sex would be totally awesome.”

#deadpool #deadpool x reader #deadpool x y/n #deadpool x nonbinary reader #deadpool x male reader #deadpool x female reader #deadpool/reader #deadpool/y/n #deadpool/nonbinary reader #deadpool/male reader #deadpool/female reader #wade wilson #wade wilson x reader #wade wilson/reader #wade wilson/y/n #wade wilson x y/n #deadpool smut #smut

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zarvasace · 8 days

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For the ask game - 15, 17 and 30?

15 - do you know first aid or have magical healing skills?

I have super glue for holding together minor cuts. That's kinda magic, right?

17 - have you ever cosplayed as a LoZ/LU character or do you plan to someday?

I have two and a half LoZ cosplays! Sort of. They aren't very good but I did have fun with them.

The first is BotW Zelda's royal blue dress, which turned out much better than I thought. The belt didn't hold up very well, though, because the fake leather I got didn't glue very well. I wore it to a mini anime convention a few years ago with a friend who dressed as Link. XD

The second is based on super smash bros ultimate Zelda, which is based on Link Between Worlds Zelda. This one was for Halloween, and my first experiment using foam pieces. It worked out pretty well for what it is, and wearing a cape was fun.

I have a lot of pieces for Skyward Sword Zelda as well! She's almost done, in fact, but I don't have her dress yet. I do have most of her accessories though, including pockets in her blue waist apron thing and a sailcloth :)

I don't currently plan on any more LoZ cosplays. I've thrown around the idea of doing a BotW/ToTK NPC, but I currently have an FE3H Hilda technically in-progress and don't want to add another yet! (My workspace was taken over so I haven't made progress on it in a while.)

30 - tell me a story about an adventure you went on!

Hm, not a lot of weird stuff happens to me, but how's this!

A few years ago, I was very active on the institute council, and helped plan a Halloween activity for the young adults in my area through my church. It was essentially just music in the gym of the big building, that isn't the important part. The important part is that I went off on the outfit and hair:

It was a lot of fun! I enjoyed dressing up and from what I remember of the event, it was nice. I enjoy being involved in organizing events. (I met sir King👑of🌹Goth💀 there, too, that's a different story though.)

Wellllll as you can see, my hair that night was both colored black and backcombed a lot. The black was from a jar of semi-permanent color (I'm not sure the brand sells black anymore, to my dismay) and the backcombing was courtesy of my sister. I needed some clarifying shampoo to get the color out and some strong conditioner to help get the teasing out.

So after the event, at like 2 AM, I went to Walmart with my friend. Nothing unusual happened, besides the few people also shopping giving me looks. But it was 2 AM at a Walmart around Halloween, so.

I don't really dress up as dramatically as this every day, but I have become a lot more comfortable dressing the way I want to! Honestly a lot of my favorite outfits are amalgamations of pieces I've gathered since high school, over nearly 10 years now. It's taken a while to curate a closet I like, but I like where it is, and how it's going!

(Clothes and the way I present are important to me, and I want to emphasize that it's taken a while to get to where I am, and I'm still not where I always wanted to be! If clothes are important to you, too, let me say: high school is only the beginning. Collect stuff you like and don't be afraid to let go of stuff you don't. You don't need a single style and it's a good idea to experiment! I have a lot of goth type clothes, but I've also collected a fair amount of stuff in the vein of different vintage and academia styles. Some of my favorite clothes don't fit into my usual goth outfits. Just... If clothes are important to you, know that you can get where you want to be. Experiment and don't think you have to conform to any one or two styles. You're unique and so are your choices of style!! Sorry for the long paragraph. This is something I wish I could tell my younger self! You don't need to be perfect right now. You're not falling behind. You're doing great. :) You'll get there.)

Anyway that's the story. Not much to it. I went to Walmart at 2AM for shampoo with a faux deathhawk. I went to Harmon's once last year with an Iowa Hawkeyes hoodie and a full face of dramatic goth makeup too. It's fun. I've had mothers scoot their kids away from be before and I think that's hilarious

#lu ask game #i speak from the coffin #long post #do i have a clothes tag #my clothes #if i dont now i do

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wiiwarechronicles · 5 months

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Sorry if uve already answered this before but is Pat alive to see Granola n the parfait family

Yes! She’s 51 when Granola’s born <3

she gets letters from H every month or so (she’s not very good with calling) but H obviously does not tell her everything. Or most things. Very much at all really. His letters are very short and to the point. The few I’ve written out are stuff like just answering any questions Patty has as quickly as possible then telling her he loves her. Pat’s are much fewer and far between than her kid’s because she’s kind of a wreck and she’s never entirely sure of H’s address. H being in the smp was very helpful for her in terms of that actually because the community house had a post office!

Anyway all that to say there was a majorrrr delay in both Pat knowing of Granola’s existence (or even fundy for that matter) and H’s transition. Which was honestly maybe a bit of the reason H was so hesitant to write to her mom hahhh.. Pat’s great though she loves her daughter and her grandkids. Even though she did not know they existed until granola was wellllll into the second trimester

I’ve got a lot of doodles and written blurbs about them visiting her

#anon #maidsmop #parfait au #don’t apologize anon!! I don’t think I’ve ever even gotten an ask about pat before #Pat dsmp

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inourselveswetrust · 1 year

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President? of the Clowns??? certainly not I? look I really do respect yall's right to clown but I'm different. I'm not about that silly life. I don't fiddle with funny business. I don't trifle with tomfoolery. I don't share in such shenanigans. may or may not fold the minute i hear an "I'm sorry" but that's something I'll continue to work on. I love him or whatever but that doesn't mean he's off the hook. In fact, I'll start the 'August Merritt must die' club where we'll plot revenge with thongs and sabotage. if you've seen the movie lolol

(but also help! someone show me what happens when you kiss that charming bastard cause I cannot (for the life of me) bring myself to do it. I'm watching the clown committee from wayyyyy over here. I'd like to request the minutes to read at a safe distance tho <3)

anyway ily <333 excited for the next update but that Merritt better not seek me out again any time soon😤

Wellllll.... you'll probably have lots of time to improve your willpower, because August's explanation and apology is still a few chapters away.

August has a lot of fan clubs... the Clown Committee™ and the August Merritt Must Die club. They're quite popular 👀

#so miserable and stunning #ro: august

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rachelsquill · 4 months

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HI RACHEL IM SO CURIOUS ABOUT THE IMMORTAL COIL name goes so hard .also ui was going to do the ask game but i realized i literally name none of my wips 😭😭

hehehehheheh soooo in college i needed to write a fiction story for a writing class i was in and my brain was sooooooooooooo dsmp coded so i made ocs that were basically sbi but looking different (later cut down to just emduo ripoffs) and it was like abt a man who is immortal and loses track of time and like immortality is not common at all and a lot of ppl think drinking the blood of immortals will make u immortal so u cant really stay in one place for too long w/o raising suspicions n shit so this guy (elijah or philza lmaoooo) is going abt his life kind of feeling like theres not much a point when hes all alone all of his family has died and he doesnt really know why hes been cursed w immortality WELLL He hears reports of a man known as the ravager (the blood god) and hes like strong mortal men will come and go but he plans to just kind of keep his distance because w a name like that who knows what he’d do if he found out abt phil/elijahs immortality welllll many years pass phil/elijah has moved many times but hasnt really been able to keep track of how many years have passed wellllll he spots the ravager in a pub and hes like hmm i have seen that face before must not have been many years passed WRONG techno/wolf/the ravager/the blood god is also immortal and in his early years of learning abt it he didnt quite know how to cope and thats why he became a feared war lord but he realized he couldnt keep it up if he didnt want to out himself as an immortal anyways he and elijah/phil have a few encounters over the years and one time techno/wolf is like “ok birdbrain you and i both know whats up” and phil/elojah is genuinely confused bcyz he hasnt quite put the years together (he figures it out tho) and blah blah blahhahahahhahah i did end up writing it so that the oc version of it has them end in like a weird almost peaceful romance out in the woods of a snowy place far from civilization but uhhhh i want to rewrite it to ACTUALLY be phil and techno and maybe just end in their peaceful friendship i never actually did quite find an end so yeahhhh sorry that was a lot of text

#rachel rambles #ask #possuminnit #THANK U FOR ASKING MWAH

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swagtastic-bougie-pompadour · 11 months

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TGIF, everyone, am I right or am I right! It's that time of the week. It's time for another:

CLIVE UPDATE

Brought to you by... the Book Orthworms! Earth Eat your way through their newest pick, "I Got Transported into Medieval Times With Nothing But My Magikarp!?" for next week's meeting!

Today's Pride Feature--you almost certainly know her, maybe you've even battled her--our student council president, miss Champion Nemona herself!

What is "popping", Nemona? Huh? Sorry, Claaaaaa--Clive, did you mean that as an actual question, or is that some kinda weird saludo? A greeting. Supposedly. Let's start over. ¿Cómo estás? Good! Real good! After all, I fiiiinally got Penny to agree to a battle with me! I can't stop thinking of what to use against her Sylveon! What if it has Pixilate? Should I bring Orthworm then? Or what if she uses a Wish-pass Vaporeon? Do I need to bring a stall breaker? Or, or-- Ahem. I see your passion for battle is as strong as always. It's certainly been an inspiration to all of us--thanks to you, the Academy Ace Tournament is a regular occurrence now! Aw, thanks Director. You know I'm always down for a tournament! Anyways, don't you have some fancy questions to throw at me? ...It's Clive. But yes. First up: What does Pride mean to you? Ooh, that's a good one. For me, you know... romance was never something on my brain, right? All those jokes about "Oh, you know, girls only think about one thing" you always hear around... most of the time my first thought to that would be, "Duh! Pokemon battles!" I mean, it's not like I really got what everyone was so hyped about anyways... like, sure, there are people who are pretty, or cool, but to want to like... kiss them because of that? It's so weird! So I guess to me Pride is like... accepting that I can be different from others? And find them as weird as they find me! So then... I guess you could say your true amor is battling? Wellllll, ah... I don't really know! You know what they say about rivalries, after all... It's like the more I get to know them, the more my heart squeezes a little every time I talk to them! But whatever mi tesoro is, there's gotta be battling involved! *gasp* What if I conveyed those feelings... through a battle?! This is genius! Obviously my ace has to be tera-fairy, but from there... maybe if I found a way to train up a Flapple... Nemona... Nemona? Ah, I think she's lost in thought again... Thank you for reading, everyone! Stay tuned for Monday's edition of Clive Update!

#clive update #pkmn irl #pokeblogging #//hcs listed out for fun: ace demi-panromantic for nemona :)#//neutral protag since there's like. a billion possible versions

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rosetheex-editor · 8 months

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[TRANSCRIPT START]

[The video starts as someone identified as Rose is heading down a hallway in a wheelchair, multiple doors rush by as Rose can be heard shouting.]

Rose: EDGAR! I WILL FIND YOU!

?: Rose calm down, you're still healing.

R: DON'T CARE NURSE GO FASTER! LEAD ME TO MY ACCIDENTALLY ADOPTIVE DAD!

?: Marina… You can use my name rose.

[The other voice now identified as Marina deeply sighs as Rose continues.]

R: OH SHIT OTHER PEOPLE SLOW DOWN!

[The audio cuts as a crash seems to damage the microphone for a moment.]

??: “Sorry, sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going, sorry…”

?: ”... Ow…”

Marina: Christian? Are you good? Is this person ok!

R: who? like genuinely who are you two?

?: “Ugh… Um… I’m uh… Called Daff most of the time, if you recognize that… I don’t remember my name…”

C(?): “I’m Christian, another nurse here. You must be Rose…”

[Rose fixes the phone so it faces the two now identified as Daff and Christian.]

R: nice to meet you both… but can you please move? I'm looking for my accidentally adopted dad.

?: “Coincidence..? I think not… Edgar, right?”

R: how the fuc- nevermind! not important what is important is what room is edgar in?

M: You never gave me a chance to say.

C: “Yeah, neither did this one… Someone was too excited to find him.”

?: “Shh. I’m so reasonable…”

M: Seems these two have more in common than a flower name or… nickname.

R: i will genuinely start hitting people with this wheelchair. i have not seen this man in a month and a half, please get out of my way or i'm breaking some toes.

?: “Right, sorry, let me just move my unusable body for you.”

C: “Oops.”

[Christian bends down to help them up to their feet, although they’re a bit shaky.]

R: wellllll if we're looking for the same person… why don't we go find him?

?: “That’s okay with me, as long as I’m not carried again. He has boney arms.”

C: “Hey…”

[Christian gently places them in a wheelchair almost identical to Rose’s.]

R: YO TWINS!!!!

M: I will take you back to your room.

R: no fun.

[Rose pouts as marina deep sighs again.]

?: “It’s okay, we’re totally twins.”

C: “Okay… Anyway, on the way now, I guess…”

[Christian starts leading the way to Edgar’s room.]

R: YIPPEE!

[After a few minutes of walking, a door creaks open, and the two are rolled into a very specific room.]

R: Y O U !

[Edgar looks up, Adam, his prosthetic, also turning towards the speaker, the two of them mid rock-paper-scissors, Adam is held up by long mechanical tendrils that emerge out of the back part of the prosthetic. Edgar’s eyes widen, looking between the two who’ve just appeared in his room]

Edgar: Uh, hi?

?: “You!!”

[The worker points at him quickly, then winces in pain at the motion.]

E: Me!

[He extends the arm missing the forearm, Adam takes it as his cue to reattach himself, doing so in mere seconds with a quiet click. He then notices the people behind the two, and winces, mouthing the words ‘don’t ask.’ to the two.]

R: oh right sorry about that… the missing arm.

E: Don’t worry about it, Rose. It’s fine.

R: in that case.

[Rose attempts to get up, falling in the process so fast that marina needs to catch her.]

M: Rose i swear to god stay seated!

R: fine!

[Rose moves over to Edgar's left side in the wheelchair.]

R: hey!

E: I… it’s been a while since we’ve spoken without someone looming behind us about to put one of us in danger, it feels… nice. I think.

[Rose smiles, before punching edgar in the left arm.]

R: DON'T EVER SCARE ME LIKE THAT AGAIN!

E: Yeah, I deserved that.

R: now for something i've waited a month and a half to do.

[Rose hugs edgar almost falling out of her wheelchair again, Rose sounds like she's about to cry as she starts talking again.]

R: I missed you… Dad.

[For a moment, Edgar freezes up, before leaning into the hug.]

R: But genuinely if you ever do that again i'm gonna wrap you in bubble wrap.

E: Got it.

[He looks back to the door, and beckons the worker over.]

?: “Hm…?”

[They had been shooing away the nurses (unsuccessfully) and almost missed him asking for them.]

?: “Uh… You sure…?”

E: Yes, I’m sure.

[Their expression changes to a look of surprise, and they attempt to roll themself over, succeeding after a couple seconds.]

?: “Um… What is it…?”

[Their voice carries nerves with it, despite them trying to play it off.]

E: Can I hug you, as well? I’m glad to see you’re alright, but I’m not sure if you’d want that.

[Their mouth falls open for a second, but then they close it and nod quietly, as if afraid they’d cry just by saying a single word.]

[Without another word, Edgar envelops them in a hug, his arms are shaky as he does.]

?: “I-I… Thank you… um… thank you.”

[They repeat themself a couple more times, quieter, as if unsure how to react to the kindness offered to them.]

R: ok back to being quiet… genuinely i think i've talked this volume so much i can't go higher for long… also GROUP HUG!

[Rose joins in on the hug, as Marina is just standing there with Rose's wheelchair.]

C: “Hey, so… Would it be unprofessional if we just like… stepped away for a second…?”

M: Probably? buttttttttttt we should give these three some time alone.

R: yeah leave please. we're doing something here.

?: “Yeah, um… Thank you, we’ll be safe and stuff…”

C: “Don’t say that, that makes it sound more suspicious.”

M: Rose don't leave again, I swear I will drag you back here by the hair. or ear.

?: “Bad idea on both parts. Her head is the thing that you’re trying to fix…”

R: my head isn't… THAT messed up.

?: “It would be after that, hah!"

[Marina and Christian walk out as someone can be heard running down the hall and into the room.]

J: “YOU!”

[Jenny’s hair is a mess, and her makeup is running down her face as she points into the room. She would be mistaken for a crazy person if the worker didn’t perk up when they saw her.]

E: Um, I feel a little scared.

R: YOU! must be jenny? please for the love of christ tell me i'm right.

J: “Yeah, sorry, the climb and run kind of killed my look today. It’s just me!”

[Jenny moves to take something from a bag on her back.]

J: “And the surprise I brought!”

R: LET'S GO! WHAT IS IT? THIS FEELS LIKE MY BIRTHDAY! though like early. also hey!

J: “Hey Rose! And Daff, don’t think I don’t see you over there… Anyway, tada!”

[Jenny opens her bag and reveals several outfits, one red, one green, and one a nice light blue. They all look hand sewn.]

R: HOLY SHIT! THAT'S INCREDIBLE!

J: “Thank you, thank you, I just sorta threw them together… I tried to make them as cute as I could without going overboard, I hope they’re nice!”

R: THEY ARE! god i haven't had… y'know new clothes on in a month… besides this.

[Rose points at the hospital gown, her hand clearly in frame as the camera shows the outfits made by jenny.]

J: “And that’s not all!”

[Jenny reaches into the bag and hands Rose a bag of chips.]

J: “Your request was heard.”

R: YIPPEE!! genuinely thank you.

J: “No problem at all, honey.. As for you.”

[Jenny slowly looks at Edgar.]

E: Uh oh.

J: “Also an outfit!”

[Jenny reveals a nice shirt that also appears to be hand sewn.]

J: “... It’s um… easy to get stains out of. Such as coffee.”

E: Oh– I… thanks.

R: HOLY SHIT THESE CHIPS ARE GOOD… granted i haven't had this brand since i was like 15 but like, anyway continue.

E: Uh, if you want, you can pull up a chair, there’s– wait, where the fuck is Adam. When did he–

R: oh right. adam… the arm I accidentally gave you….. because I ripped the last one off… ANYWAY!

E: It’s fine, Rose, he’s really good at Candy Crush.

?: “Also, weirdly enough, I was the one that called the police for that?? So I guess we just barely missed meeting each other then… Um… Anyway! Sorry, continue…”

R: yeah probably a good thing we didn't meet considering the state i was in… but yeah um NEW SUBJECT! before i start thinking about it too much.

[Edgar runs his hand through his hair, trying to think of something to say before the silence gets too awkward. His eyes widen slightly as he remembers something.]

E: Uh, did you guys know that there’s a ‘fandom’ for the weird show I was in? People keep calling me hot online, and I haven’t really gotten over that yet.

?: “Oh god, fandoms… You poor thing.”

E: Yeah, people write stories about me being in a relationship with Hetch, it’s fucking wild. Also, I have a plushie.

R: WHAT? YOU HAVE A GODDAMN PLUSHIE?

?: “And we don’t have one for free?”

R: i'm more pissed, I became a monster and didn't get a plushie. this some bullshit.

?: “And Hetch?? Of all people? Absolutely not.”

R: i hate hetch…

E: I think you also had one, Rose. I can’t really remember.

R: if i have a plushie i'm buying it… or i'll steal it idk.

E: Adam can do that for you, he’s really good at it.

J: “God, not the fanfictions… Never again.”

R: Wait, how tf do i have a plushie? i was never in a showfall thing?

E: Mai’s a bitch, that's how.

R: oh.

J: “Hey, um… Away from that topic, did they have any others…?”

E: Oh, there were tons. There were a bunch from that fucked up one from a while back, with Ranboo.

J: “... Who? I must have been out for that one, sorry…”

R: i remember ranboo… kinda i always thought ranboo was cool!

E: Yeah. Um. I agree.

J: “Um… Were there um… older characters? Like classic ones…?”

E: Possibly? Honestly the only thing that popped into my mind when you said ‘older’ was that puzzler guy. There’s one of him in there, for sure.

J: “Ah- yes, um… Yeah. Thank you, that’s um… Yeah.”

[The worker seems to be raising their eyebrows in surprise, but of course that’s not visible. Teasing approaches.]

E: Sorry, did you know him?

J: “Yeah, um, yeah I did, but um- yeah. Ahem. Sorry.”

[Rose attempts to speak but the audio and video feeds are cut out as the phone dies the last thing heard is Rose breathing in confusion.]

[END TRANSCRIPT]

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I'll be predictable and ask you to ramble about Jamil for the character ask. ;)

lmao I appreciate you

Oooookay, so, head's up: I'm obsessed with Jamil for relatability reasons and imma try really hard not to overshare too much on the tragic backstory but it's gonna happen a little anyway and also I'm on the (hopefully) tail end of a manic episode so I'm ...chatty, to put it lightly. Sorry. There's a tldr

What I love about them: Short answer: representation! ...Long answer: SO many layers of representation! Surface level, I'm mixed, but my looks heavily pull the middle eastern, aaand growing up during the bush era, I didn't get to see a lot of characters that looked like me unless they were being murdered, and even if they lived they didn't get enough of a personality to be relatable, so Jamil is refreshing (also same color aesthetic +eye makeup and hair charms while still getting to be a guy. I've never gotten that combo in a character before!). Beyond that, an honestly disconcerting level of childhood trauma themes in common, leading to an alarmingly similar and very specific set of issues and, uhh, "personality quirks". And while I didn't have any real constant threat of assassination to build that kind of paranoia around, I'm bipolar and always had paranoid delusions, which were fed by my mom's unchecked paranoid delusions that there was always potential murderers lurking everywhere. And yeah I get to see characters somewhat like that now and then, but this is the first time I've seen one who then has to go to school in the 21st century and try to act normal and not draw attention to himself or say anything that might reflect badly on his abusers. So that wasn't what I expected out of a goofy sounding gacha game that I downloaded as a joke, but I'm glad I found it. Also just, getting to see a character that looks like me and acts like me (pre 10 years of therapy and growing the fuck up) and has almost exactly all the flaws I've learned to be ashamed of and hate about myself be humanized like that, not destined to die tragically, and loved and accepted by fandom, has been genuinely healing. So tldr, I can project on him endlessly, but still get to step back and enjoy him as a character, especially all the room for complexity his situation offers in fics.

What I hate about them: Wellllll, also relatability. As cathartic as he is, sometimes it's like watching an ugly mirror of my teenaged angst, and his bullshit makes me cringe at myself.

Favorite Moment/Quote: It's really hard to choose, but I really like his vignette appearances involving Floyd. Floyd has a way of goading him into engaging with his passions in a more honest way (like getting him to demonstrate breakdancing, or in the robes vignette when Floyd started a dance party at his dorm and he just gave up and joined in for fun). It's the closest he gets to having fun with his classmates and I love that. Another favorite moment would be in the halloween event where he just starts maniacally terrorizing the ghosts and stealing their shit. Peak bastard moment, and I appreciate the "I'm not trapped in here with you, you're trapped in here with me" attitude.

What I would like to see more focus on: I wanna see him form more real friendships with people. Just gimme some growth where he starts letting more people in and chooses to spend time with people because he personally enjoys their company, not just cause they get dumped on him. Like his thing with Azul in canon cracks me up, but imagine if he actually accepted any of the help or kindness. I just, often think about the fact that after every overblot, the character wakes up to people caring and accepting them and offering some level of support/community, and they can accept more love than they thought they'd find. But after Jamil's, the people there trying to support him are the ones he sees as enemies, and he just pushes them away and ends up even more alone than he started. I wanna see him grow less isolated.

What I would like to see less focus on: I guess less of the way Everything centers around Kalim? Like obviously it's a huge part of his character and I wouldn't want it gone completely, it's his main conflict specifically because it takes up every waking moment of his life, but again I wanna see growth. It'd be cool of that became gradually less of a factor and his scenes started focusing more on moments of autonomy I guess?

Favorite pairing with: I'm sure everyone following me already knows it's the whole octatrio lol. I like them either as a polycule or individual relationships though, I think there's a lot to explore in all of their one-on-one dynamics with him, and I wish there was more fan content of Jamil with either or both of the tweels. If I had to put them in order of obsession though it'd probably be Jamil/Azul very narrowly before Jamil/Floyd, and then Jamil/Jade last only because Floyd and Azul are better foils for his personality and hangups, while he and Jade alone would be more likely to enable the worst in each other. That said, I still think the four together balance each other out the best

Favorite friendship: Ehhhh it's a tossup between Ruggie, Idia, and Cater for me? I mean all three have very minor building blocks set up but tbh I just like the characters and wanna see them hang out together. I feel like Ruggie would be able to really see him as Just A Guy separate of his situation and employers, like he's got enough of his own problems to not be shocked by Jamil's, and neither have moral issues with the other's behaviors, so they could be candid with each other without feeling othered or pitied or judged, and I'd love to see more of that. Cater seems like the type to notice that he's not okay and try to pull him into normal life activities, like give him a break from his work to just be a person, even if he doesn't quite Get It (also Fake Bitch solidarity). And Jamil and Idia are just So Fucking Weird??? I would kill to watch them hang out

NOTP: I'm conflicted... There's a lot of ships I have no interest in, the only one I really have Feelings about is Kalim. On one hand, there's interesting drama potential. On the other, that just pulls them both so much deeper into the problems they're both tryna change. Jamil's never been able to have choices or desires or say no to Kalim in any aspect of their lives, how would they be able to not have that carry over into any attempt at a romance? I think that could make for an interesting story if anyone was willing to tackle it in depth, but it bothers me otherwise.

Favorite headcanon: Uhhhhh shit I have so many. A tiny one that makes me laugh a lot is him being just, the most ungraceful sleeper imaginable. Like facedown, sideways, hair everywhere, drooling on the pillow, buried under three more pillows. A Mess. Like not naturally a morning person at all, but forced to be anyway, so he catches up by passing tf out at any given opportunity (like visiting his bfs and falling asleep while cuddling). I also like the idea of his family being descended from Jafar, post becoming a genie, and the Vipers are part djinn. (I'm choosing to support this theory with the fact that he's the only one who physically changed form during overblot. Azul notwithstanding because he just reverted to his natural state). I know this isn't remotely canon, but I think it's neat.

#ask meme #jamil babble

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