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jade-jini · 3 months
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HI been thinking abt g!p loser yunjin getting emotional during sex 😭 can i request a somno one where she comes home drunk late at night, looking for reader only to see her asleep on their bed! yunny getting hard at the sight and emotional as she remembers their argument, she couldn’t help herself but touch her gf, soft “sorry’s” and “don’t leave me” leaving her mouth as she fucks reader 😖
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TW: somno, angst, happy ending ig. Dubcon. Dacryphilia. Yunjin is insecure.
Can I give you g!p loser somno Yunjin? Yes. Is it from the same storyline as the previous posts? Hell no. That baby would never. That one is fluffy fluffy this is a completely different one ok? Ok 🤨. After clarifying that…😈
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“Hey, a*hic*nother one, please…” Yunjin said, raising her empty glass, her vision not good enough to catch where the bartender actually was. The guy sighed as he dried a washed glass with a towel.
“Listen kid, we’re already closed. Why don’t you go home already?”
“Home?” Yunjin asked unconsciously, the memories of that day hitting once again.
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You guys were supposed to get home together after a long day. Yunjin was gonna pick you up after your last class of the day, the orange sky and sunlight hitting against her own hair as she waited for you. She had a nice flower in hand, excited to give it to you. Softly placing it near her nose to smell it one more time, she made herself blushed thinking about your smile once she saw you. However, you were not alone. Her smile dropped right away as she left the flower fall somewhere.
There you were, standing with a friend she very well recognized. It was this one girl from the women soccer team of the university. Yunjin knew her name, everybody knew her name. But she never liked using it, making it clear she did not like this person at all.
“She seems to like you a lot…” she murmured after the first time she saw you talking to Yeji.
“I like her too, she’s a good friend, and she’s friends with Yeojin already so it’s cool” you explained, apparently not getting the message right away.
“Hmmmm, not what I meant but whatever..” she said as her pout got bigger, letting go of your hand and crossing her arms in front of her chest. That’s when you finally noticed.
“Huh Yunjin, are you jealous?” You asked, trying to stop a giggle.
“Maybe? I mean she’s athletic and popular, and you’re so pretty, baby. Who wouldn’t want you? I wouldn’t be surprised if one day you decide you want to give her or somebody else a chance…”
“Omg shut up, that could never happen. I love you. You, Yunjin.” You told her, taking her hand and kissing her cheek. You didn’t have eyes for nobody else but Yunjin, so you didn’t wanna hear none of that nonsense.
“Yeah but still…” she murmured, and you simply sighed and continued walking hand in hand, trying to be extra sweet and clingy to your girl to distract her from those thoughts.
You thought it was cute the first couple times, but then her attitude started becoming more serious every time. It wasn’t your cute girlfriend being a little jealous and protective. It was like a completely different person taking over your sweet girl. You guys have already had more arguments about this situation. They were never too bad.
Until today.
“Oh, hi baby!” You greeted your girlfriend once she met you guys, smiling at her like you did every time, with love and excitement like it was the first time you saw her.
“Hi, Yunjinie.” Yeji tried, as always, to be on the good side of the taller girl. Yunjin just looked at her, nodding at her and humming. She looked back at you.
“Ready to go? Maybe we can go get something to eat at your favorite restaurant before getting home.” She asked while smiling at you only, not wanting to acknowledge the other girl’s presence more than necessary.
“Oh nice! Wanna join us before going home, Yeji?” You asked your friend, knowing she lived very close to your building. Yunjin’s smile left again, rolling her eyes.
“Oh! Actually-”
“Don’t you have somewhere else to be today?” Yunjin murmured, a bored tone that she didn’t try to hide. In her mind, this was the least rude she could be towards Yeji.
“Huh Yunjin…” you warned her, a challenging tone growing in your throat and your eyes telling you weren’t gonna tolerate that.
“It’s ok, y/n.” Yeji said with an awkward laugh, trying to avoid yet another conflict. Unfortunately, she has been present before when your girlfriend showed clearly discomfort with her presence near you. “I can’t go anyways, Lia’s class must be almost done, and we have a date today so…” she commented, a slight blush appearing on the girl’s face. “Anyways, see you later.” The older girl said with a smile, waving her hand as she walked away quickly to go pick up her own girlfriend. You smiled and waved back at her, and once you turned back at Yunjin, her face was still showing she was upset. You shook your head, starting to walk. She followed you behind.
“What, you’re gonna leave me here now?” She asked as you didn’t give her a chance to walk beside you. You rolled your eyes.
“What the fuck, Yunjin?” You asked her as you slowed down a bit so she could catch up. “I’m tired of you being rude to every friend I have. First it was Chaeyoung and Yeojin and now-”
“Yeojin wouldn’t stop touching you! Am I supposed to be ok with that?!” She interrupted you, her voice getting a little louder and shaky.
“And now!” You interrupted her back, making her go quiet. “She barely looks me in the eye when you’re present ‘cause she knows you get easily jealous.” Yunjin scratched the back of her neck as she opened the car’s door for you. Once she got in the driver’s seat, she spoke again. Her voice changing to a sadder one.
“I’m just scared of losing you, y/n. You know that…” she said, as she started driving. You looked at her, examining her face. You could tell she was in distress about this. However, being insecure didn’t give her the right to treat your friends bad. You stayed quiet for a little while as she drove. Once you were walking to your apartment, you spoke again.
“I’ve told you Yeji has a girlfriend, yet you’re still treating her like this.” You heard her huff.
“Am I supposed to believe that?”
“Excuse me?” You looked at her with a frown, clearly offended.
“If she had a girlfriend she wouldn’t be stuck to your side all the fucking time.” Yunjin said, her voice getting deeper than normal. She was very upset, but so were you.
“Because she’s my friend, Yunjin! Friends spend time together! Why can’t you understand the concept of that?” You told her in the same tone, seriously tired of the constant fighting about such an insignificant thing as you hanging out with your friends.
“I don’t spend all the time stuck to my friends.” she remarked once you opened the door.
“Even if you did, I wouldn’t be making these scenes because I actually trust you. Do you even trust me?”
“It has nothing to do with that-”
“Do you even trust me, Huh Yunjin?!” You asked her again in a louder tone. You were not gonna let her evade this question. Yunjin didn’t like your tone nor the accusations. So instead of processing what she actually felt, she acted impulsively.
“No! I don’t trust you nor your fucking flirty friends! I’m tired of all this!” She yelled, her breathing becoming irregular.
You went quiet, feeling your heart hurt. The girl you loved didn’t trust you. You’ve done everything in your power to show her she’s your one and only. That nobody else comes even close to her in your heart. Yet her insecurities were hurting you both.
“Then go.” You said after you swallowed the lump in your throat, your eyes already getting watery.
“What…” she whispered, starting to panic as she felt her heart sink.
“Trust is the most important thing in a relationship, with honesty. If we don’t have that, we don’t have nothing.”
“Oh my god I am so sorry, y/n… I didn’t mean to say any of that.” She tried apologizing, the weight of her words hitting her. Hard. She fucked up.
“If you don’t even trust me, then why haven’t you left?” You asked her, feeling that even speaking was hard at the moment.
“I’m sorry. I’ll work on it. Please give me another chance, baby. Please.” Your girlfriend said, trying to hold your hands but you put them close to you avoiding this, such action breaking her heart a little more ‘cause you’ve never rejected her touch before.
“I’ve been patient and understanding but your jealousy just keeps getting worse. I need some time right now…”
“No! Please don’t.. please baby, don’t say that…” tears were threatening to come out already, her hands trembling at the idea of losing you.
“At least for tonight. I need to think about us, please go Yunjin.” You almost begged, voice getting softer due to the sadness taking over the anger now.
“y/n, please…”
“Just leave, Yunjin. I need some space today, please.” You said, not even looking at her. You couldn’t, because if you did you would ask her to stay and you actually needed some alone time to calm down. You heard her hesitate, but nevertheless her steps resonated in the now empty room.
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“My home doesn’t want me at home…” Yunjin said as she began sobbing again. The bartender, weirded out, tried comforting her after calling a taxi for the young woman.
“Listen dude, I don’t know who hurt you, but you gotta go home. There’s a taxi outside ok? Just tell them where to go and I don’t know, get some makeup sex or something.”
“Makeup sex? Hmm..” the idea of it already causing an effect on her intoxicated mind. She quietly went home, with only the image of you in her thoughts, feeling her friend reacting to it.
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“y/n? Baby are you h*hic*ome?” Yunjin asked once she stepped foot on the living room of your apartment, clumsily looking for you. “I-I’m sorry baby… please I l*hic*love you. Let me show you I love you.”
When she didn’t get a response, she made her way to your shared room. Her messy hair in front of her eyes making it a little extra complicated for her to see where she was going, but she wasn’t that messed up yet. Once she got to the bedroom, she found you deep in your sleep, looking beautiful as ever. She always thought you looked cute when sleeping, but tonight when she noticed how you were using nothing but her big shirt, the blanket barely covering your naked legs, cute wasn’t the word she’d use to describe you.
“God you’re so sexy, so perfect… I could never lose you…” she said as she got closer to the bed, falling sat next to you. The new weight made you move a bit, but it didn’t wake you up. “Please w-wake up, darling. I need you…” she whispered as she fixed her member, that was already getting hard by the view in front of her. Her other hand traveled to your thigh, caressing the skin as she slowly made her way to your ass. With the shirt going up a bit, she could see that you really were using nothing but her shirt.
“You knew I was c*hic*oming, Hmm?” She hummed, getting rid of her jacket and unbuttoning her pants to get her hand inside them, touching herself on top of her boxers. Soft groans escaping Yunjin’s lips as she felt her member getting harder and harder. She couldn’t help but put your shirt a little higher, leaving kisses on your stomach. Her lips slowly going up until she was kissing your chest, going from one nipple to the other. She was straight up moaning against your chest as she slowly sucked on them. With her dick already out of her pants, she needed to have you. She needed to prove to you she loved you always. As she made her way between your legs, she slowly started stroking her cock, licking her own lips before starting to eat you out. Yunjin could feel you softly moving under her, but you were a heavy sleeper. “So good.. tastes so good, baby.” She said as she made out with your pussy in such a messy but sensual way. The little whimpers coming from her as she stimulated both of you, and the little groans you’d let out in your sleep, were the only sounds Yunjin’s ears could catch. “P-please don’t leave.. if you do.. You’d break my heart..” the taller girl said, kissing your thighs, the idea of you actually leaving being an option got her sad again. As her eyes got watery, she fixed herself better between your legs, her member against your now very wet cunt, making sure to get herself wet too so she doesn’t hurt you. More soft sounds were coming from you, similar to the ones you do when awake. Yunjin’s clouded mind was thinking that maybe, if your body was reacting to her like this even when asleep, then you didn’t really want to leave. “Oh fuck…” she moaned as she slowly entered you. “Please don’t leave, I’m gonna miss this pussy too much…”
She started thrusting inside you slowly, sighing as your tight pussy grabbed around her so good every single time. She loved how well your bodies understood each other, and the thought of it being like this even when you’re not awake got her dick twisting inside you. This didn’t stop her from being sad though, knowing that after your argument that day, you probably wouldn’t have accepted this so easily.
“Please…” Yunjin whispered, her voice breaking in between pleads, tears threatening to fall “please d-don’t leave me.. I can be better than them.. p-promise..” she sobbed, the warmth of your body bringing both comfort and sadness, scared the next morning you’d be gone.
“What.. what the.. fuck? Hmmm.. Jen?” You murmured as her rougher actions slowly started to wake you up “w-what are you-”
“Please l-let me do it, if you’re gonna leave..” she said in between sobs “let me have you one last t*hic*ime..”
“W-who said I- fuck~ was gonna leave, baby?” You asked her, confused in between moans. Your hands automatically hugged her shoulders as you felt her cock reaching those spots inside you only Yunjin could ever get to know.
“I r-ruined it.. but please don’t go. I’m s-sorry, y/n. I love you…” she said, her moves now a little softer and slower. However you weren’t angry at her, how could you when she felt so good deep inside you, and her tears making her look so cute and pathetic, turning you on so much for some reason. You didn’t care to understand it though, your mind also getting clouded by desire for her.
“So cute when you cry. Do you feel sorry, baby?” You asked her, grabbing her face. She nodded eagerly, tears running down her face. “Why.. why are you sorry, tell me.”
“Hmmgh y/n.. I’m sorry for b-being mean, and jealous…” she dragged her words, but you were able to make out what she was saying. “S-sorry for not asking for permission first…” her sobs became more intense, but so did her thrusts inside you and you weren’t sure if her tears were more sadness or pleasure, probably a mix of both. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry y/n.. Hmm please…”
“Shhh, keep going baby, don’t you dare stop.” You threatened her, her teary eyes making your pussy clench around her cock, making your girlfriend moan loudly “such a fucking good cock, feels so good…”
“Hmmm fuck… you feel so good too, wanna be inside you forever…” she said as she pounded your pussy so good. Even when drunk, she knew what your face was saying, knowing she was hitting you in a spot you really like, getting you closer. “Like this, baby? D-does my cock feel good here?”
“So good… don’t you fucking stop.. Hmm fuck, baby!” You came intensely as her name kept coming from your mouth again and again, music for her ears. The sensation also making her moan, feeling herself too close.
“y/n, I’m gonna come…” she warned you, but you weren’t done with her punishment. You turned you guys around, holding her wrists against the mattress and riding her “oh god…” she moaned as she bit her lip. When you felt her dick inside you twisting, meaning her orgasm was just seconds away, you quickly got off her, ruining her orgasm as she finished untouched “Ahh! F-fuck.. nooo.. fuck!” She whimpered and cried as her cum ended on her thighs and some on her abs. “Why… that hurt, y/n..” she complained, hissing a bit when a cold wet towel made contact with her skin to clean her.
“That’s what you get for being a bad girl.” You told her, receiving a groan for her. When you turned around to see her, her eyes were still full of tears, a pout on her face. You simply laughed before holding her closer to you. “Don’t worry baby, tomorrow when you’re sober I’ll make sure to take care of you good.”
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oliveisme533 · 1 month
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My dad’s neighbor is a dilf
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Chapter 3
Joel Miller x You
Summery: You had decided to spend your summer in Austin with your dad. You used to spend almost every summer there, but hadn't spent a summer there since you were a teenager. Which means you hadn't seen a certain Joel Miller in years..
It had been a week since you had accidentally hugged Joel Miller and sobbed into his chest. You had updated your dad on the phone call with your EX boyfriend, but you left out the part where Joel came to check on you and everything that followed. You were just hoping to get through the summer without anymore awkward encounters with your uncommonly hot neighbor. So when the next Friday rolled around and your dad told you that Joel had invited the two of you over for dinner... you had to think quick for an excuse to tell your dad why you would be sitting this one out. It was about 3 in the afternoon when your dad told you about this invitation, and you felt your insides turn to liquid. "Oh sounds great." You responded. It was now 5 o'clock and you decided you would go on a run and then after getting back just tell your dad you were too tired to go to Joel's tonight. It was a fool proof plan. Unfortunately you were so pleased with yourself and distracted that you didn't realize what part of the neighborhood your running path was taking you. You were coming up on Joel's house ... "fuck that's his truck he's definitely home." You kept your head down and kept jogging.
To your horror you saw Joel out of the corner of your eye. He was shirtless and mowing the lawn. He looked up from the mower, and catching sight of you he cracked a smile. You couldn't help but smiler and wave back. Gosh his smile was heavenly. "Hey girl! You better bring careful running in this heat" you slowed to a stop just a few yards from where he was standing. "I know... I grew up this heat though so I'll be alright." You said with one hand up shading the sun from your face. "I was just about to go in for some water myself can I get you some?" The southern girl in you knew better than to say no thank you. "Sure" you said. Joel motioned for you to follow him inside. Your heart was pounding. It had been years since you had been inside this house and certainly never on your own. Joel grabbed a t-shirt that was hanging off the back of his sofa. It looked like there was a pile of clean clothes on couch, waiting to be folded. "Sorry place is a little messy, I'll get it cleaned up before you and your dad come over." You didn't think it was messy. It just looked like a home that showed signs of life being lived. "Are you going to clean yourself up too?" You teased, taking the glass of water from him. Joel chuckled "definitely" you took a sip of water, feeling awkward. "Um so I just wanted to apologize about the other day" Joel waved his hand to silence you. "Hush, you ain't gotta do all that sweetheart" the nickname made your stomach do a flip. It was a good thing your cheeks were already pink from your run because you were pretty sure you were blushing pretty hard right now. Joel was kind however and changed the subject. "Figured I would pick up a desert for this evening...you got any requests'?" He was now busying himself in the kitchen putting his cup in the dishwasher. You finished your own water and placed your cup in the dishwasher. "Hmmmm Ice cream?" Joel smiled at you again "what kind you want sweetheart?" That southern drawl and those pet names were doing things to you. "Butter pecan" ...now you definitely weren't getting out of this dinner.
You thanked Joel for the water and walked back home. You went up stairs to take a shower and found yourself pondering what to wear. A cute summer dress perhaps? You stood in your closet with a towel wrapped around your damp body and your head cocked to one side as you eyed a particularly small dress. It was one of your favorites to wear in the Texas heat. However it was several years old at this point and you were a bit taller and your curves had filled out a bit more. You tried it on nonetheless. It still hung loose in all the right places so you resolved to wear it, even tho it was a bit short and it did show a little cleavage. "That's a pretty dress baby" your dad said as you descended the stairs. The air was still very warm but the sun was starting to set. At Joel's house your dad didn't really knock. He shouted a hello and let himself in the front door. Joel was already in the back yard manning the grill. "Heyy" he called, giving your dad a pat on the back. You found yourself wandering around Joel's back garden looking at the flowers. You were impressed with how well the beds were kept. Joel and your dad were laughing and chatting, each of the gripping a cold beer. You were so absorbed in admiring the flowers that you didn't notice the laughter had stopped, and you didn't even notice the slam of the back door as your dad retreated to the kitchen likely for more beer. "You can pick some if you want. Many as ya like" Joel's voice startled you. You were on your knees watching a bumblebee as he landed on a bud of lavender. "You scared me" you laughed. Joel smiled down at you and held out a large, tan hand. You took it and he effortlessly pulled you up from the ground. His eyes lingered on your chest for only a second. In fact you couldn't be sure if it really happened or you just dreamed it."Meant what I said... pretty girl like you should have all the pretty flowers in the world" with this he winked and walked back towards the grill. Your mind could just be playing trick on you OR the dress you wore was having the desired effect.
After dinner you decided to test your luck. You were in the kitchen helping Joel load the dishwasher and your dad had just walked out of the room with the trash. You bent down so as your short dress showed just a bit too much. Behind you Joel choked on the beer he had been nursing. You smiled to yourself, knowing Joel had seen your blue, lace panties. Playing dumb you stood up quickly "are you okay?" You asked innocently. Joel rubbed his chest "yeah yeah. Just down the wrong pipe that's all" ..."gosh it seems like forever since you've been here for the summer. Last time was when you graduated high school? Ain't that right?" You smiled, knowing he was trying to figure your age. "That's right" "how many years has that been now?" He asked nonchalantly. "You can ask how old I am... I won't be offended" you laughed. Joel held up both hands in surrender. "Who says I was asking that?" You rolled your eyes. " I'm 25, but you wouldn't know anything about that old man. What's it been 20 years since you been that young?" Joel pretended to pull a knife from his heart. Your dad had made his way back from the trash bins. "Your little girl is callin' me old" Joel complained. Your dad only shrugged. "you are old." The winds had picked up outside and the sky was now a deep gray. "Reckon she's gonna blow?" Joel asked, now sounding a bit more serious. Your dad crossed his arms over his chest and peered out the kitchen window. "Yeah... think she might. We ought to get home" it was peak tornado season and your dad wasn't one to take risks. That night you lay in bed with the howling winds and rain drops hitting your window with impressive force. There was a thought that you couldn't seem to push away. How old was Joel? Before you got too carried away with this fantasy it might be worth figuring out how significant this age gap really was. Then you remembered something. "I have his number..." you whispered to yourself in the dark. In middle school and high school you would come over and watch Sarah, naturally you had Joel's number as the person baby sitting his daughter. That was quite some time ago, what if he didn't have the same number. What's the worst that could happen? It's not like you're sending a particularly flirty text right? So he can't shoot you down if your asking an innocent question. You thumbed through your contacts in your phone and smiled to yourself as you found his name saved under Mr. Miller
You never answered my question about how old you are. I told you my age, so seems only fair...
You were impressed with how quickly your phone buzzed.
Girl what are you doin' textin me? Do you know what time it is?
Your heart was racing now. Was this his way of shutting you down?
I'm 37...now go to sleep
You smiled at your phone screen. That's not a shut down right? You decided you would go to sleep after all
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theromaboo · 3 months
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@just-late-roman-republic-things seems to be plowing through Suetonius Augustus and I am here for it!
Your mention of the dinosaur bones that Augustus used as home decoration reminds me of a story about Tiberius! (I swear, everything recently has been reminding me about Tiberius!)
By the way, finding the ancient source for this story was shit! I remembered reading this like a year ago, and I had forgotten which ancient source this was from. Using my critical thinking skills ("hmmm tiberius hmmmm dinosaur"), I assumed that this story came from Pliny's Natural History.
It did not.
I was searching through the Natural History for so long that I was starting to wonder if I had made the story up!
After searching through the Natural History for ages, I finally used more critical thinking skill and was like "Hmmm. Maybe if I google this, I could find an article about the event and maybe possibly it would cite a specific part of the Natural History!"
I googled it, found an article about the event, and it cited Phlegon's Book of Marvels.
Whoopsie! I was looking through the wrong book this whole time! In my defense, Pliny and Phlegon actually are pretty similar names if you squint sooo...
(it was however worth it to look through the Natural History because I found the funniest story about Tiberius ever but that's a story for another day)
Now that I have the ancient source of this story, I can finally tell it!
Basically, there was an earthquake which opened up all sorts of cracks on the ground. And in those cracks, there were dinosaur bones!
The people were pretty spooked so they took a tooth and sent it to Rome. And this was a massive tooth.
The tooth was showed to Tiberius and he was asked if he wanted the rest of the bones. He was like "Well, I'm really curious about this thing, and I'm aching to get an idea of what size it was, but it feels like graverobbing to take the rest of the bones."
So Tiberius got some dude called Pulcher who was skilled in geometry. Tiberius asked him to make a face in proportion to the tooth. The dude estimated the size of the creature using its tooth as a reference and then showed Tiberius a construction of it he had made. Tiberius said that looking at the construction was good enough and sent the tooth back where it came from.
Tiberius and (especially) Pulcher, the world's first paleontologists!
I love this story. It's wild. Though I do wonder what happened to the construction. Did Tiberius keep it?
If Tiberius randomly showed up at my door one day, I'd bring him to Drumheller to go to the Royal Tyrrell Museum. Alberta is one of the most boring places in the world but we do have a banging dinosaur museum!
On the hours-long drive there, I will most certainly give him like a billion questions, though. "How was Caligula like? How was Augustus like? How were you like? How was Livia like? How was Sejanus like? Actually, scratch this. Name every single person you know and tell me how they were like and how they looked like. What did you do in Capri? Explain your entire life from beginning to end, giving extra attention to the personal parts! I don't want to hear about wars I want to hear about what people were like! Could you read Suetonius to me and point out parts where he's wrong? Could we watch Domina together and you can tell me if you like your characterization or not?"
For everyone's sake, it's good that dead Roman emperors usually don't randomly show up sometimes (not counting whatever the fuck was happening right after Nero died!)
If you want to read the Tiberius Tooth sTory (haha Triple T) for yourself, you can here. Look for §13.
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Could I perhaps ask for Rottmnt donnie x reader where reader has like a huge crush on Donnie and they've recently got new glasses. Since they got new glasses, they're like super scared to go visit the bois in the lair because they think they look stupid and they don't wanna Donnie seeing
It started with a whisperrrr and that was when I— HMMMM??????
WHATS THIS?? A REQUEST!??
*snatches paper* 
“Anonymous asked: Could I perhaps ask for Rottmnt donnie x reader where reader has like a huge crush on Donnie and they've recently got new glasses. Since they got new glasses, they're like super scared to go visit the bois in the lair because they think they look stupid and they don't wanna Donnie seeing”
A/N: This. Is. So. adorable. PREPARE, LITTLE ANON. *cracks knuckles* 
No Difference. (A Oneshot) - Donatello x Reader
Warnings: Self deprecating, gender neutral reader but April does say “gurl” like once. Disclaimer that I have never had this feeling, I just went off of my gut. 
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Blurry. 
The world seemed a lot better when it was blurry. It seemed a lot nicer, a lot safer, and a lot less humiliating. Those were the thoughts that went through your head as you sat in your room, holding the new pair of spectacles in your hand. You wished they didn’t update your prescription— you wished they gave you contacts instead, because when you looked in the mirror, all you saw was the idiot you knew yourself to be. 
They made your eyes look huge, and you felt defective for needing such thick lenses. Defective, yeah thats exactly what you were— the exact opposite of the one person you felt drawn to. 
Oh yes, the purple clad terrapin, who doesn’t cease to consistently amaze you. What would he think of you now? 
You lifted your hood, biting your lip as you hauled your backpack over your shoulders. It was time to leave, to join the monsters in hell, or— as they called it, Highschool. 
You tried not to talk to anyone, you tried to avoid people you knew, but no matter where you went, it seemed people had to point out your new prescription. Whether it was the teacher, or peers who never even made the conscious decision to know your name. Either way, it was like a plague, a sticker on your forehead, a walking cactus up your leg… you hated it. You hated it with a burning passion, you hated it so much that you weren’t even hungry when you went to lunch, so much that you didn’t even notice April when you knocked into her. 
“Oof—!” She huffed, fixing her glasses, “Y/n?” Squinting, a smile spread wide on her lips, “There you are!” She cheered, nudging your side, “I was starting to think you got sick today!” A laugh left her throat, “nice glasses, by the way, are those new?” Her hands sat at her hips, unfazed and waiting for your reply. 
Your smile faded as she mentioned your apparel, feeling once again like it was a smudge on your face. “Well.. yeah..” you muttered, reaching up to take them off. 
“‘Well, yeah..’?“ April mimicked your words, a brow lifting as she saw right through your bullshit. 
“I mean—“ you paused, “Its just…” 
April waited patiently, walking with you to a place you could both sit without being disturbed. “Don’t they look.. I dunno.. stupid..?” You tried to stop from tearing up, but the water pricked your eyes, forcing you to wipe them away before you embarrassed yourself further. 
The girl next to you gave an incredulous look, but shook her head, trying to be understanding. “Thats bullshit, Y/n.” She said upfront, her brows furrowing slightly, “you look incredible all the time.” She was quiet for a moment, before looking up, an idea sparking in her head. “How about we go see the guys?” She suggested, tilting her head to you, “I bet a certain scientist could wash away all that nonsense thinking.” 
She deflated when you shook your head vigorously, eyes squeezed shut as you felt  heat in your face at the thought. “I don’t want him to think I’m stupid..” you mumbled, fumbling with the hem of your hoodie. “Girl…” April’s eyes lidded, “you know Donnie had dorky glasses he was embarrassed of too, right?” She chuckled, “he was so upset that he started working on making his own contacts immediately, getting frustrated when they didn’t work.” 
Your head raised a little as she told the story, blinking with surprise. “Ohhh Leo teased him endlessly, calling him ‘Nerdatello’, but if I’m honest, I don’t think it made Donnie look any less cool.” Now you were chuckling with her, a hesitant smile on your face. “..but…” you felt the fear crawling up your throat again, biting your lip as you looked anywhere but April’s face. “Donnie looks cool no matter what I— … What if he ..laughs at me..” 
“ I’ll kick his sorry ass!!” April barked, a hand clapped protectively over your shoulder, “but trust me, he wont.”
“D may be a genius, but he’s stupid when it comes to you.” 
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The sewers only served to raise your anxiety, the random ripples in the water, the echo of your footsteps, the detail magnifying in everything you could see in your glasses. It was so overwhelming, you thought you were gonna be sick. You wanted to believe what April said, you really did, but this sinking feeling just couldn’t be swayed, and you kept thinking about the possibilities.
“You alright back there?” April called over her shoulder, slowing down so you could catch up to her. “I dunno, April.. you seeing me is one thing, but the guys…” Fiddling with your fingers, you walked up next to her, head drooped. “You gotta get some confidence, man.” April hit your side lightly, “you’ve got nothing to worry about. Except maybe Leo… but it’s his turn on patrol.” She waved the metaphorical situation away, still smiling at you like she always did. 
Walking into the lair, you tried to calm your rapidly beating heart, the lair looked so much different with this much detail— you could actually read the graffiti on the skate ramp and see who’s room was who’s. Your breath hitched when you saw the familiar purple sheen of your favorite turtle, his lab always illuminating some kind of glow. April climbed up the ladder to the second floor, you always one step behind her — as if hiding your face. 
Don’t think for a second April didn’t notice, her eyes were on you the entire time. “Donnnnieeeee~!” She drawled, inviting herself in. You hesitated at the entrance, but April’s hand around your wrist pulled you inside, despite your nonverbal protests. “I brought a surprise!!” 
Your eyes rested momentarily on the back of the turtle’s gaming chair, feeling a gentle warmth in your chest upon being in his presence. 
“Is it coffee? Please let it be coffee.” The soft shell groaned, scooting out of his chair before spinning around to look at the both of you. “Nope, better.” April said confidently, and with that, suddenly you weren’t hiding behind her anymore— her hands firm on your shoulders as she presented you like a prize. 
Donnie’s eyes widened slightly, giving April a look you couldn’t quite read. The softshell seemed to straighten up, dusting himself off before standing. He put on a coy smile, trying to draw attention away from his messy desktop. “What brings you to my humble abode?” He said smoothly, gaining his composure. If you were honest, Donnie looked like he had just done an all-nighter, the bags under his eyes evident as he stared at your forehead rather than your pupils. You knew he had some trouble with eye contact — but you expected him to notice the ‘stain’ on your face. 
“Humble?” April smirked, pointing out his change in demeanor. 
The purple turtle shot her another glance, this time a faint blush over his nose. He coughed into his hand, “anyway..” muttering something, he then finally looked you in the eye. He halted, analyzing before he pulled down his goggles, making sure he was seeing right. “… you have a freckle right there...” he muttered, going to poke it before backing up, flabbergasted as his finger touched glass. He squinted in on your blurry face, your features coming back into focus. “Oh.. you got new glasses… that’s….. cu—cool. Cool cool cool..” he looked away quickly as he realized his mistake, coughing to cover up the Freudian slip.
“Dee..” April rubbed the crease between her brows, trying not to get frustrated. “When did you sleep?” 
Donnie looked at her, smiling with all the confidence in the world. “Nope.” He paused, realizing his answer didn’t make sense. “Yes….terweek.” He said again, this time satisfied with his answer. Before April could protest, he was slinking an arm around your shoulder, smiling at you instead. “Hey, since April didn’t bring me a coffee, what say we go grab one?” 
He smirked, leading you out of the lab before you could even say yes. You weren’t exactly keen on him neglecting his needs— but he was taking a break.. personally, you were still flabbergasted he didn’t mention your glasses more— maybe it didn’t make as much of a difference as you thought…
Donnie turned to April, giving her a small salute over his shoulder before disappearing from her sight. April’s annoyed attitude all but evaporated, smirking as she let her brother off with a wink. 
Their plan worked. 
A/N: HIIIII this was so fun to write… I HOPE ITS OK!!!! You can’t tell me April wouldn’t phone Donnie about the situation, especially when he’s the smartest person she knows! They both knew of your little crush, Donnie isn’t as dense as people think and April keeps secrets between her and her best friend. Making sure you don’t feel uncomfortable is their number one goal, even if it means a little lying.
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cleos-cafe · 1 year
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hello!! can i request a relationships hcs with silver (twst) and his gender neutral!s/o? thank you!!
☽ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱɪʟᴠᴇʀ!☾
Hi, welcome to the blog anon, I hope you enjoy your stay and the content!
-Sincerely with much love Dahlia
Summary: Silver's General Romantic Headcanons
The reader will be referred to as you
Part 1 (you're here right now) | Part 2
P.S Read at the bottom of the page when finished reading please.
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First of all, let's start with the pre-relationship steps.
Silver is pretty calm, which is a relief for you considering the amount of headaches you've suffered with so many overplots and the several times where you've been included in the first-year's problems.
Your first meeting was something… odd?
After leaving Grim with Deuce and Ace (which you would regret before long) you ended up walking through the NRC facility, inadvertently bumping into a boy under a tree peacefully sleeping.
He was so beautiful, he seemed to hypnotize you with such beauty, so much so that you didn't notice when you crouched down next to him and looked at him closely.
Once you recovered your senses a wave of embarrassment swept over you and you quickly moved away trying not to wake him up, deciding just to sit next to him and enjoy the silence and calm of the place.
You don't know how much time had passed since then, until you heard how that sleeping beauty was waking up.
"Hmmmm…. yawn …. oh hey, who are you?"
You couldn't help but laugh lightly at how calm he looked, though you were aware that he would have no reason to be alarmed since you both had the same uniform and studied together, but you were used to how some students' first reaction was to yell at you and try to start a fight.
You quickly introduced yourself and explained that you had found him asleep on the grass so you decided to sit next to him since he looked so comfortable.
After he heard your name and was 100% conscious he made a comment that left you somewhat surprised.
"You were there when the incident happened at the Spelldrive tournament, weren't you? I knew you looked familiar, you were with those two who had marks on their faces and the guy with the wolf ears weren't you?"
You were somewhat impressed when you heard him, after all what you were usually known for was either the overplots or the incident you had earlier in the year (don't ask which of the two it was anyway, though the way he recognized you is related to one of the overplots).
The two of you ended up talking for quite a while and a certain fae had been spying on both of you under the pretext of looking for Silver.
Time was passing and things were changing, as was your friendship with Silver.
Over time you both ended up being quite close, to the point that you were often invited to Diasomnia (to the chagrin of a certain green hair who, although he denied it, was slowly getting used to your presence) and taking part in one celebration or another.
Sometimes it was you who helped Lilia and Sebek to look for Silver when he fell asleep, other times you stayed by his side enjoying the tranquility, it all depended on how the days were going.
It's not like he hasn't changed either, once he was more comfortable with you he used to tell you stories of his childhood, helping you with what he can considering he's a year ahead of you (he gets to a point where he compliments how good you are with the sword [this is completely canon, in the game in Silver PE Uniform voice line, he thinks MC has a talent for the sword. Home transition 2 "I think you've got some talent with a sword. I'd like to see you fight seriously sometime.")
It wasn't until Silver began to feel a strange sensation that things began to change.
After an emotional talk with Lilia where I explained to her what I was feeling, Silver started to change her behavior with you, starting to be more and more careful with you.
Like for example the time when because of Ace you ended up in the infirmary for falling off his broom, the blow was a bit hard and when you woke up Silver was there, asleep, but he was there.
At that moment you realized how much he appreciated you and you started to develop feelings for him.
Fast forward a few months later, both of your feelings were painfully obvious. To such an extent that Lilia and Adeuce had to give you both a push, ending in a confession that many expected but that was just as beautiful as the first time you met Silver. ♥
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Hi! I hope you liked the 1st part of these hcs, I will soon make the 2nd one, look forward to the next one, I promise to upload it soon!
-Sincerely with much love Dahlia
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kaineillian · 1 year
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YANDERE DAZAI OSAMU x MALE READER.
🪙 : this is my first ever fan fiction! Reblogs and likes are appreciated! :)
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Warning(s) : yandere dazai, murder, manipulation, gaslighting, stalking, suggestive.mention of rape but not really rape(not towards male reader or dazai but an npc)
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Dazai never wanted to join the Armed Detective Agency. He never wanted to be a 'good guy' , he views the ADA as idiots. Idiots who tries to protect Yokohama but ends up failing. They promise to protect and defend their country however dazai knows clearly that their promises will be thrown to the trash. If it wasn't for Ranpo, the 'greatest detective' . Their organization would have already fall apart. Casting those nobodies aside.
(male name) . Ohhhhhhh~
His name always shake him to the core, his name makes his knees weak. It makes him drool and too dumb to think anything. Hearing his voice makes him moan.
Dazai's room is filled with (male name) picture, every photo pictures his every move. He haves a box that he kept secretly because it was too precious for him to touch and look at. Oh what fine art (male name) is ~
Oh? You're wondering whats in the box?
Hmmmm.... I suppose i could tell you. But you must promise not to tell anyone. Got it? Good.
Inside the box. Is the precious pictures he had taken of (male name) naked, undressing, half naked, and the most precious of all.... (male reader) masturbating~ what a fine chuck of meat he waits for that day that he gets to choke that big, thick, delicious meat~
Ehem. His words not mine.
The reason why dazai joined that ADA was because of HIS precious (male name). Isn't it dreamy? The first time he step inside the building. He saw (male name) standing besides the other members welcoming him. He swears that he came inside his boxers. Who wouldn't? Those eyes, that body... Ahhhhhhhhh~~ it makes him dumb. But if someone else does that. Ohoho. You already know that dazai will kill them instantly.
He vividly remembered how he killed that disgusting man who seduced (male name). Ugh, he wishes to kill him again and again.
Him and (male name) were given a mission to track down a suspect that blew up the Museum of Guertena. (male name) was too focused to find the suspect while dazai was too busy admiring him. Did i mention that they were inside a club? No? Well, they were inside an underground club. Dazai had to go to the bathroom so he left his beloved alone just.for.a.moment.
When he came back. There it was. The whore who is clinging onto his (male name) what a bitch.
He was infuriated because (male name) was ogoling on the bitchs ass. He noticed that (male name) face was red and he looked tipsy thats when it came to him that he was drugged by that man. And that man clinging on him. Was the suspect. He didn't think twice before pulling the trigger.
When he was asked why he killed him, his reply was. " The man was trying to rape a person and he got a gun poited on their head" the police and the president stupidity believed him. The reason why he killed him was because obviously he was outraged by the mans actions. Plus, (male name) didn't remember a thing because he was drugged. And it was too loud in the club he was using a silencer so it wasn't a problem. No-one saw him kill the man , those people were too horny to care.
After dazai's action (male name) took intrest in him. Dazai was delighted of that! His darling (male name) took intrest on him because of his 'good' deeds! And so, dazai made sure to do something good when (male name) is around to earn his praise and trust.
There was a time when the two were left inside because of their massive paper work that they decided to ignore and chill out (which dazai suggested) . The rain was incredibly strong and they had no umbrella left at that time they hadn't no dorms yet so the president payed them an apparent on where they could stay by partners.
They had to go to their own apartment but it was raining heavily, they have no choice but to run in the rain with (male name) coat as their makeshift umbrella. Dazai offered to him to stay with him for the night, (male name) had no choice but to agree since it was raining heavily he doubt that it would stop. Since there was only one futon they decided to sleep in it together because it was cold as hell.
(male name) sleep peacefully while dazai in the other hand couldn't sleep because of (male name) body with him hugging him, he wrap his arm around his neck and inhaled his scent, dazai held the urged to moan or cum because it might alert his beloved. So instead, he squeeze his head on (male name) neck and sleep because he was planning to make him a little something. (But unfortunately he cant cook so he had to wake up early and buy food for him and (male name) .
Everyday he slowly tries to earn (male name) love and trust so they can be one, together, forever.
Nothing can stop him from loving him.
(male name) is his. And his only.
He will kill those who dares to block his way towards his beloved.
He.
Will.
Be.
Mine.
He doesn't have a choice.
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scarrbatt · 1 year
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Friendly Banter⋆
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Pairing!: gn!reader & Kyle ''Gaz'' Garrick
Rating!: It's pure fluff sooo
Warnings/tags!: Mentions of drinking!, tipsy reader, and tipsy Gaz, if you squint slightly jealous lieutenant ghost, Gaz flirts with the reader but they are oblivious to it, Gaz is also a gentleman bc yes, Gaz calls reader hun, love, and some other pet names, reader is a lightweight and has no filter when drunk Summary!: After a successful mission 141 has the whole weekend free, and reader decides to head into the city to check out a nice fancy restaurant that opened recently, Gaz coming with them. (oOoOo it's a date) Word count!: 996 words!
A/N!: First time writing in a looong time so beware! I know nothing about the military, so it might be wrong! don't be afraid to correct anything it's all appreciated!! (っ^▿^)
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Long missions always ended with everyone sitting around in the living room talking about how it went, with a couple bottles of whiskey it often became some sort of therapy session for some but tonight was a bit different, the whiskey was definitely present but everyone was calm mostly chatting about anything.
Did you guys hear that a new restaurant opened downtown? heard its fancy and all. you said, nails tapping the almost empty glass in your hands, most of the team was completely unaware of most things that went down downtown never mind what new restaurants were opening up but one person did speak up The one near the fountains? yeah, heard it even has a dress code, we should go this weekend, it's not always we have a whole weekend free. The person was Gaz, he was the closest to you in age which meant you two were pretty close, you always thought he was pretty attractive but you never acted upon that thought, never wanting to make your nice little friendship into something nonexistent with such words, that didn’t stop your heart from skipping a beat at his offer. Too fancy for me, I'll stay. Soap said followed by a couple agreeing nods from the rest of the squad sitting nearby. Heh, what about we go Gaz? you and I? you said, expecting him to say no or something along those lines Oh yeah, that'd be nice! You felt your cheeks heat up, you were just friends but it still made you blush.
Some time passed after you two decided that you would go out to that fancy place, after some playful teasing from the team and some death stares from you Gaz had decided to make the reservation.
Done, tonight at 7:25 sounds alright? Gaz said, a small smile adorning his lips, you nodded excitedly Yeah sounds great. the rest of the afternoon was spent hanging out with everyone, except for Ghost who was probably hidden in his office finishing paperwork or just plain hiding from everyone else.
6:35 PM Most of the squad had already excused themselves heading to their personal quarters to sleep or just left to who knows where, but you and Gaz were still talking, not even about the date but just about anything, he was one the only people here who you could talk with for hours and not get bored. It's already six? we should get ready y/n don't wanna be late do we? Gaz said followed by a playful wink making you blush, you nodded. Y-you're right I'll go get ready see you here in a bit ya? After you both said you're goodbyes you headed to your room to shower and change. 7:00 PM
Once you had finished getting ready and had blow-dried you're hair you headed to the living room to wait for Gaz, walking into the living room you saw Ghost sitting on a chair reading a book. Oh hey L.T! You said with a small smile, the scary man looked up from his book at you. You are going out? It's late no? He said followed by a small stare as he examined your appearance. Oh yeah um, Gaz and I are going to check out a fancy restaurant that just opened up near downtown. You said fidgeting with your fingers. Hmmmm a date? before Ghost could finish his question you quickly interrupted him A-as Friends! Gaz is cute but I’m sure I'm not his type, he just invited me because he saw I wanted to go... that's all. The smile that had been on your face became a more serious one, you were one of the prettiest people gaz and for that matter, ghost had ever seen, your self-esteem or your lack thereof always made ghost confused but before Ghost could say anything else gaz walked in. Ready y/n? Gaz walked in doing that guy thing where they place their hands on your waist before they move past you he then noticed ghost, and after they exchanged a couple words you and gaz walked out, getting in gaz´s car but not before bickering over who would drive, gaz convincing you to let him drive because ''You where wearing heels it's not safe'' you rolled your eyes playfully agreeing to sit copilot for now. 7:20 PM Once you guys arrived at the restaurant, he quickly ran to open the door of your side of the car, making you chuckle. Such a gentleman huh? You said with a small playful smile I mean what can I say? it's the minimum I can do for someone so stunning as yourself Gaz said followed by a wink, your cheeks burning red. Once the two of you had walked inside and sat at your table you two had ordered some food accompanied by some wine which you gladly drank, maybe a bit too glad because soon enough you were dizzy and talking a bit too much for your own good. D'you remember that time soap was sleepwalking and fell on top of Ghost? You were talking and talking, gaz didn’t mind necessarily he loved the sound of your voice and how it sounded so cheerful even when intoxicated. Honey, what about we stop drinking...don’t want you getting hurt, do we? Gaz was joking, partially, he really didn’t want you getting hurt and less when you were out with him he would feel terrible for weeks if that happened. I’m a-alright…not even that drunk! You mumble shouted catching Gaz off guard and making him chuckle Shhhh love don’t be so loud. He said watching you pout like a little kid, he found it adorable, he found everything you did adorable, well except when you guys are on the field then he thinks you are and look badass, a bit scary but mostly badass he was quickly pulled out from his thoughts by the small whisper of words that fell from your lips. Make me Kyle.
AAAAAND THATS A WRAP
Should I make a second part!? lmk!;)
Hope you enjoyed reading!
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mostlikelytofangirl · 4 months
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Hmm something popped into my head hmmmm
Ever thought about su3zun? Like okay 3zun are fucked up already as they are but add SMS to the mix. I feel it would make things fun
/Insert that's my husband and that's his boyfriend meme
I just think it would be funny to add SMS into them. Tbh I'm not sure in which direction it would go but it would be very fun to read/write about
Ok now that's one unhinged idea and I'm loving the absolute Chaos it could unleash XD
Tbh neither do I know how it could even happen in the first place, but like. I think I can see SMS being that much of a protective guard dog, that he just has to be around JGY no matter what or who. Especially if those ppl are:
a. NMJ, who has made it very clear that he doesn't trust JGY anymore and can't control his anger for shit.
and b. A Lan. It doesn't matter that it's the Lan that has shown time and time again that he holds JGY in the highest regard. SMS is just conditioned to Not Trust Lans.
So as soon as the brotherhood happens, SMS simply won't leave JGY's side when nielan is around. Much to JGY's initial dismay, but there's no polite way to shoo someone, and SMS purposedly doesn't catch any of the subtle hints JGY throws his way to please leave.
So now they are all sitting there, awkwardly looking at each other and then at the guy sitting next to JGY like that's normal.
I imagine LXC would be the most diplomatic and just ignore the elephant in the room despite being Annoyed, but JGY difuses the tension as best he can bc SMS really doesn't intervene or anything, so it's kinda easy to even pretend he's not there.
Until NMJ and JGY start to argue (bc of course), LXC tries to calm them down, but he's just... taking too long?? How can he be so passive when someone is yelling at JGY???
SMS reacts and he couldn't care less about how stupid it is to yell back at freaking NMJ, but he can't just sit idle and let a goddamn Lan handle this!!
I can see NMJ being taken aback by the outburst (he sorta forgot about him lol), and that actually managed to calm them all down for the time being. But NMJ is left all "who tf even are you??" and of course LXC is too polite to remind NMJ of what SMS did right in front of the guy in question, so he gets his answer right from the source, how he started his own sect, and JGY pointing out his talent with transportation arrays and whatnots.
And honesty? I see SMS slowly earning NMJ's respect. Sure, NMJ is not a fan of how the guy will just agree with everything JGY says, but he has guts and determination, and while he did do the dumb thing that got him kicked out of the Lan sect, he's making a sort of name for himself (mostly) on honest hard work.
LXC would be the most difficult for obvious reasons, but since he's the least petty Lan to ever Lan, instead of getting all jealous and bothered with how close SMS is to JGY and all, I can see him making an effort to try to understand what's so great about him that JGY holds him in high regard.
I have no idea of how it would all evolve from there, but mostly I see NMJ and LXC getting used to seeing SMS around JGY, even if that means NMJ having this guy jumping at him as soon as he gets frustrated with JGY, and LXC no longer being the hardest jiggy stan in the room, so do with that what you will :'D
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anacharafan · 6 days
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Okay, guys, you want me to go on about the most pointless things?
Let's go on about Byeol (and a bit about Fane, I suppose), because I am going insane
Alright everyone, for those unaware, this is Byeol:
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This is a tyrant in Nexomon: Extinction, his name is Byeol. The problem about this, however.
He isn't a story tyrant, and this... Makes me very interested in him.
Amelie calls Tyrants super powerful Nexomon, but here's the thing. According to Coco, Jin blocked off the entrance to Fenrir's tomb so that no more Tyrants may be hatched
Lydia also says to go bother Nadine because of the egg, and keep in mind, the grass Tyrant is Tikala. A warden. Probably because Deena didn't necessarily want to add fuel to the fire
So then we are already established that Tyrants are probably always hatched.
... So then what of Fane and especially Byeol?
(And there's no Psychic Tyrants because... Solus would be too lil to bonk an egg, and nobody would ask a random kid to do so.)
Well, let's go with the easier one, in which I ask yet again, what's up with the Ghost type? I've wanted to throw hands about it for a long time.
(Ulzar says that the reason Nexomon are, well, a thing is because of the Children of Omnicron. So it makes sense, right? 7 children, 7 elements)
Psychic is a bit trickier because of the fact Mystogen exists. And if we're going of the fact Solus made the psychic type...
Putting a pin in that, rant for another day.
So... What of Ghost?
Well. That's not the point of the post and that's my motivation for writing Doubts.
But! Moving on, Fane. Well, with the assumption they come from eggs, well frick. There's no ghost primordial.
... Which is why I can't speak much of it. We can surely just blame Hilda
... Do you know who we have more of?
Byeol.
Well. Let's see then.
Byeol is a normal type in Palmaya, first and foremost.... We are back to James everyone, anyone who's talked to me isn't surprised
Hi new people, James is how we call the Nexolord on this side of the fandom, moving on.
Assuming that James isn't dead and we take into account this from Nadine:
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Well, who am I to argue with Nadine? (Granted, she could mean Grunda or Deena , but.)
.. So, in today's rant. Byeol and Metta, woooo.
First of all, he is in Palmaya(and later around the Orphanage as of the Abyssals but we can put a pin in that because, Abyssals) , which, is definitely not the frozen tundra
But, Merida is in the frozen Tundra, and Atlanta's Tyrant is frosty enough to argue Merida bonked the egg there.
.. So then, Palmaya's free, ey?
Well. That's interesting, further on, I am going to need to grab Metta for a moment
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Hello bowling ball, I still think you should be an Armodillo.
Moving on, see this man? Until his siblings he is, unfortunately, not an animal
My only logic conclusion, looking at this man(if we don't take my other James theory into account), is that he's supposed to be a kind of biblically accurate angel, just, ribbons not wings (Thanks for the association Azzie, your hands are red too)
... HMMMM who ELSE has wings and is a normal type...
... WELL THEN.
Additionally, I must point out, Metta has 7 ribbons. If we count the bottom pointy Byeol has he has 8.
... Well, it just happens an additional type is added this time, to bump it from 7 to 8(we already went over why I think Ghost might not count)
.. So then.
And. Well, let's look at it this way. Nivalis and Arqua, they don't look the same. Fona and Mulcimer, er. The closest we have is Ventra and Eurus.
... And, well, Solus and Nara, but surely not
... Byeol could've been a kangaroo or something, but instead-
They're both inanimate object things I can't make sense of. I know Ross said that he was just inspired to make a star thing, but-
... Hm.
What am I trying to say? Nothing really. At the end of the day these are coincidences, likely
Like, n3 protag and James both have a blue hair strand, but that doesn't mean they're like, immediately necessary related kind of thing
... Just makes you think.
(Also, this stated when I made a joking like toddler Byeol human version, and I saw the white hair and went like "...wait")
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roipecheur · 2 months
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...did marvel seriously kill Frank off just to make a new Punisher?
So, this made me look up Joe Garrison, because I've not been following Marvel that closely beyond DD as of late, and I was actually not aware. Afaik, Frank zapped himself into some fucked up hellscape world at the end of the last Punisher run (which s u c k e d and I hope it gets retconned entirely), so he's not really dead, but it seems like Marvel is, at least for now, claiming that they've retired him. In true comic book fashion, though, it seems like they've given him a way to come back. I mean. Dead characters come back all the time in comics to the point where it's one of the things they're known for, and Frank isn't even dead.
As for Joe Garrison:
Extremely funny to me that his last name is Garrison
In Punisher '87, they had Lynn Michaels and Payback as alternative Punishers, including in an arc where Frank was supposed to be dead, and they didn't stick around. Frank did.
Frank, as some articles claim, also had "problematic baggage", meaning that right-wing paramilitary idiots and the police liked to co-opt his symbol. As a new character, Joe Garrison is supposed to be less "problematic" and have a clean slate. But listen. Listen. This is not going to stop people from co-opting the Punisher symbol. Even if they're trying to make this carbon copy of Frank (who also lost his wife and family) less brutal and more compassionate, he's still got a (vaguely redesigned) skull on his chest, and he's still out there shooting people for vengeance, and, oh yeah, he's still called the Punisher.
Punisher 2020 really read like, "hmmmm there are some unfortunate implications to the way certain people are relating to Frank's character, so rather than address those in a satisfying way that makes sense, we're going to nuke his characterization and stick him in hellscape land for a ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ amount of time." Seeing Marvel go from Punisher: Kill Krew to that was so disappointing bro. Like watching a fucking train wreck.
Yeah, Frank has baggage, but you know what he also has? History. Flavor. He's a product of his original context and the time when he was created, and there are ways to adapt that for modern readers that fucking work. (Netflix!Frank did a bang up job of this tbh). Joe Garrison is a former SHIELD agent rather than a war vet. Imo about half the point of Frank's character is how the war taught him violence and he resorted to that as his only response to grief, and it really seems like Marvel thought it was a good idea to copy Frank and sand down all his edges.
As a silver lining, it looks like we're going to see more of MCU Frank in Disney+ Daredevil. Now that the writers and actors have won their strike and with it better working conditions that will hopefully give more respect to their skills, I am tentatively hopeful that it will be better than what the synopsis of Disney+ DD sounded like before (😬). Don't know how much Frank will be in it yet, but maybe this will inspire a little more interest in the character, and we will get another 616 run of Frank at his best: getting forcibly befriended by every child, dog, and senior citizen he encounters in between episodes of gratuitous violence. 😎✌
On a final note, if Marvel wanted to separate Frank from the disturbing amount of people that seem to take him for real-life inspiration--which is the wrong idea to have about any comic book vigilante, lethal or otherwise--all they gotta do is give him a new hot dude version of Microchip and make them fuck like rabbits. Every right-winger who likes the Punisher would immediately drop him like a hot coal. But Marvel won't do that because they're cowards.
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Just so ya know you’ve asked for it
WHO’S YOUR TOP 3 FAVORITE BOXERS
MAY WE SEE THE WOMEN’S CIRCUIT AND WHOSE DESIGN ARE YOU MOST PROUD DOF FROM THAT
And finally who would be trusted to watch your kid to watch your children most to least with both men and women circs (hypothetically)
(Giving an anon emoji sign off bc why not statue of litterby )
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ALRIGHT BUCKLE UP ANON AND THE REST thisll b a long one
king hippo (Duh)
von kaiser
hmmmm thats a tough one uhhhh probably either bear hugger, disco kid, aran ryan or soda popinksi !! but id i had to pick, rn itd b (joe biden voice) SODA !!!!
and now for the womens circuit !!!!
Ok so... starting with the challenger, Cassidy Cornfield !
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hailing from farley, iowa, shes a little off her rocker. She believes she was put on earth by aliens to box. Though, this is likely just smth she made up as a result of a vivid dream she had when chowing down one too many corn nobs! Speaking of corn, she WILL talk your ear off about all the supposed ‘’proof’’ she has of alien existence, like the crop circles that show up frequently around her hometown. That being said, she IS determined to prove herself for her alien overlords, so prepare for a challenge!
She's modeled after glass corn, which looks like this (thanks to charlie for that idea !!):
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Other details include...
her full name is Cassidy C. Campbell (she won't tell what the C stands for)
she's of irish/cherokee descent
they are a tiny straw weight standing at 5'2 feet and weighing 90 lbs, and an adult little mac trains her !!
Speaking of little mac, unlike him, she had to wait a year to get her boxing license for her 18th birthday. She simply doesn't look old for her age😔 Poor girl still gets handed the childrens menu at restaurants as well!
Her gimmick is that when charged with enough punching power, she can unleash a painful series of punches known as the ‘’Glass corn combo’’. think hondo rush, except like the star punch, it cant be countered, only avoided.
Next up, Beauty Bling !!!
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All bling and no brawn !
I've posted her bio before, so i'll keep it brief; basically shes macho man's fame monger younger sister, and unfortunately for her, shes all bling and no brawn! Despite herself though, she's no quitter! She once pulled many all nighters trying to figure out computer science, and now it's one of her biggest hobbies !
other little factoids about her are...
her full name is Brittany Anita Jones
Cis woman, she/her
shes mixed white/native hawaiian (i hc macho to be white/native hawaiian as well).
She's modeled after 00s/y2k fashion
talks like a valley girl
talks on her phone during intermissions. will either b calling her dad or her friends.
Gimmick: Similarly to glass joe, she has poor defense and rarely attacks. Her special attack is her stepping back, moving a hand through her hair, and saying ''Ready to be punched in style?'' and releasing a very easily avoidable uppercut.
Will also say ''rude!'' when you avoid her punch
Next... Axelerator !!!!
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The Mighty Mechanic!
This Welsh wrestling-watching mechanic from Cardiff packs a meaner punch than his predecessor ! Too bad this motor mouth gets so excited he can’t resist calling out his attacks every time he throws a punch ! But hey, gotta put on a good show, just like those cool wrestlers on tv !
other factoids about him...
his full name is Axel Cadogan
21 years old
hes a cis woman but goes by he/him pronouns bc hes swag like that
stands at 5 foot tall and weighs 220 lbs.
he wears a mechanic outfit as his boxing uniform.
Gets flustered really damn easily. Especially around hot women. 
Gimmick: Basically a huge motor mouth (haha geddit) who calls out all of his attacks, and gives you plenty of time to avoid them. You do gotta watch out which way you dodge, though. Next up, Silver Hook and Scallywag !!!!!
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The Meanest Hook Of The Seven Seas !
Ever since she was a little girl, she wanted to be just like the pirates from the stories she read all the time. This of course, includes having a parrot, which she affectionately named Scallywag. Unfortunately, Scallywag keeps running her mouth and telegraphing her owner’s moves ! Despite this, however, Silver can’t stand the thought of not having her emotional support parrot by her side. 
Other factoids about her:
Her real name is Maria Bermudez
Cis woman, she/her
shes 29 years old
stands at 6'2 feet and weighs 200 pounds
from Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic
Her parrot is a Black-legged parrot. She’s had it since she was 5 years old.
Brings her parrot literally everywhere
Gimmick: Sure, she might be faster than Axel, but she's still a rather predictable fighter who telegraphs her attacks very clearly. You do gotta watch better which way you dodge, though. When the parrot says ''left!'', well, you better watch your left.
Up Next, the minor circuit champion, Dancing Queen !!!!!
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Lay All Your Gloves On Me ~
A huge fan of ABBA, if that wasn’t already obvious, veteran Queen’s entire gimmick is based on that of 70’s pop and disco. She’s also by far the happiest person of perhaps the entire WVBA, despite being arguably the lowest ranking champion of all circuits. Some even theorize that she’d be happy, even if she was THE lowest ranked boxer. That’s because everytime she gets in the ring, she’s 17 again. That’s just how happy those Swedes are !
Other factoids:
Her real name is Heidi Karlsson
She's a trans lady, she/her
shes's 45 years old
she stands at 6'4 ft and weighs 215 lbs.
From Jönköping, Sweden
Always seen smiling. Always.
Became a boxer partially to let our her frustrations about disco fading away as a trend
Gimmick: she has a special move called the criss cross punch, where she diagonally raises her fist to punch you and then the other, similiarly to that iconic disco dance.
____________ Now for the major circuit !!!
Disclaimer: I do Not have designs or certain info for the majority of the characters from here on out. Please bare w/ me
Next up, Black and Bunraku !!!!! (props to charlie for the name)
A Boxer based on the japanese art of bunraku, Black and Bunraku actually consists of ''two fighters''; A puppet who hits you, and the puppeteer who controls the puppets movements, covered from head to toe in black. As a result, the woman's identity is a real mystery.
Other factoids:
Refuses to say her real name, age, height and weight, instead letting the puppet do all the talking.
From Osaka, Japan. This is also where the biggest bunraku theatre is located.
Gimmick: Hitting the puppet won't do anything. Once you figure out the trick to hitting her in the head, she's a fairly easy opponent to take down.
Next up: Nike the Great !!!!! A threatrical tirant and a complete history and art geek, Nike longs to be a wise philosopher slash theater actor like the ancient Greeks, with a boxing twist. Her stage name ‘’Nike’’, meaning victory in Greek, is one she holds because she is sure to be the victor, despite only being in the lower major circuit. Oh well, confidence is a stepping stone to success, right?
Other factoids:
Her real name is Nikki Ioannidis
She identifies as a nonbinary woman, she/he/they
27 years old
She stands at 6'0 feet and weighs 220 lbs.
From Athens, Greece
HUGE rivals with Narcis Prince. only ONE can wear the V for victory and that's HER.
Huge rivals with A Lot of people, including Monarch Mayhem (keep reading to see her bio !!)
During her intermissions and fights, she'll show you some of the art she's made, like painted vases. If you punch it out of her hands, she’ll get REAL mad though, so watch yourself !
Gimmick: Pretty clean fighter, outside of the fact she brings art into the ring. Hey, she's an artist after all !
Up next, Moto Mauler, The Electrifying Biker !!!!!!
This biker chick loves nothing more than the rush of the road and the wind in her hair ! and a good tussle of course. She will make sure to knock you out with the great speed she feels on her motor cycle.
Other factoids:
Her real name's Nguyen Lihn
She's a trans woman, she/her
24 years old
She stands at 5'9 ft and weighs 170 lbs.
From Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam
During her intermissions, she'll talk about how beautiful the sights are and how you oughta be quicker on your feet.
She gets along swimmingly w/ Axel bc duh. mechanic x biker chick, cant go wrong w/ that right?
Gimmick: Clean fighter, outside of entering the ring on a motorcycle. Will try to exhaust you with quick jabs, and when you're tired, releases a series of punches to take you down.
Lastly, Monarch Mayhem, The Monarch of the Major Circuit !!!
Formerly known as Butterfly Bash :3
An unsuccesful artist turned boxer, Monarch Mayhem brings her frustrations into the ring, and with success! She is the crown jewel of the Major Circuit after all. That being said, she will NOT let you forget she's an artist! She will try to hypnotize you with stunning butterfly patterns on her sleeves made by herself of course, and dodge equally elegantly. At least the boxing crowd appreciates her !
Other factoids:
Cis woman, she/her
She's 31 years old
She stands at 6'1 ft and weighs 175 lbs.
From Calabar, Nigeria
Gimmick: Like i said, she'll try to stun you with hypnotizing patterns on her sleeves. The way to avoid this is to block your face, otherwise you'll get dizzy and become incapacitated ! Additionally, she does a lot of fake-outs, making her a formidable champion.
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Now for the world circuit !!!
First off, Scarlet Fever, The Bad Omen !!!!!! Clad with arguably the most unorthodox boxing wear, a robe with a plague doctor mask, Scarlet Fever serves as an omen that the next opponents you’re about to face are the real deal. Other factoids:
Trans woman, she/her
She's 55 years old
Stands at 6'7 ft and weighs 210 lbs.
From Florence, Italy
Doesn’t speak, but does speak in Italian sign language.
Also does plenty of hand gestures in the ring
Secondly, Flossin' Fury, The Mental Dental Case !!!!!
After getting her medical license revoked for malpractise, she's now a dentist turned boxer. Got any cavities? Let's find out!
She's my newest addition to the OC roster, so i. Don't have much apart from a basic premise. She'll get developed soon though dw dw ! Thirdly, Sunny Gunny, The Granny with Guns !!!!!
After becoming tired of being bullied all the time, she trained to defend herself against bullies. Don’t let her old age fool you, she’s still a tanky old lady who can deal quite the mean punches ! That being said, whether you win or lose against her, she’s a nice old woman who’ll bake you some delicious goods !
Other factoids:
Her real name is Sondra ‘’Sunny’’ Seydoux
Cis woman, she/her
She's 80 years old
Stands at 6'5 ft and weighs 180 lbs
From Tallahassee, Florida
Of Haitian American descent
Of course brings baked good in the ring during intermissions. Also Oft seen knitting as well.
Balls of yarn spin around her head when she’s stunned
Gimmick: She just loves hugging her grandchildren, and this bleeds over in the ring as well; she's a real powerful hugger to the point you can b immediately incapacitated when you're hugged. During title defense, She will protect her body with her knitted blanket that can be removed in a certain way. Next up, Butch Diamond, A Girl’s Best Friend !!!!!
An Australian football player turned boxer, Butch has a robust body and an near impenetrable defense, making her a formidable fighter ! She puts her skills she learned from football into good use, so be quick on your feet ! Albeit somewhat cocky, she mostly just hams it up in the ring, and is a kind soul outside of it.
Other factoids:
Her real name is Desmond Kelly
GNC cis woman, she/he
He's 39 years old
He stands at 6'0 ft and weighs 235 lbs
She's from Melbourne, Australia
She's of Aboriginal Australian descent
Very sociable and friendly
Gimmick: Your Glass corn combo won’t work on her stomach! In fact, if you try it, you will lose HP! Instead, try stunning her and hitting her in the face with it! During her title defense, she’ll train harder, and somehow become even more robust. Now, your hands will be incapacitated for a short while if you try to hit her in the stomach repeatedly, longer if you try to do a glass corn combo.
And lastly but not leastly, Nessie,
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The Shadow Champion !!!!
I've talked ab her before too, so again will keep it brief.
Gimmick: She's called a shadow champion for a reason ! Somehow, her surroundings become all dark whenever she enters the ring. During title defense, its as if you get pulled underwater. Does she use magic? Is she just that powerful? Nobody knows.
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As for who would be good w/ kids...
Cassidy Cornfield: Not good with kids. Keeps scaring them with stories about aliens.
Axelerator: Axel co-runs his dad's mechanic shop, so hes definitely used to the responsibility.
Silver Hook and Scallywag: Makes kids laugh with her parrot, so pretty good with kids !
Dancing Queen: She has a couple kids of her own ! She's a great momma :3 Loves dancing with them
Black and Bunraku: Nah. Has made kids cry with her puppet. On her own, she's kinda awkward.
Nike the Great: Loves kids ! She loves telling them all kinds of stories ab ancient Greece and myths and being all theatrical about it.
Moto Mauler: Cool big sister type figure. Has a tendency to be too lenient towards kids though.
Monarch Mayhem: Think's kids r alright. Despite how difficult her path as an artist has been, she'd 100% encourage kids to follow their dreams.
Scarlet Fever: Same w/ Cassidy and Bunraku, she scares kids (albeit unintentionally).
Flossin' Fury: She's a dentist. and a scary one at that. So no, kids dont even get close to her vicinity.
Sunny Gunny: Has grandchildren, so naturally adores kids. Would bake delicious goods n spoil them rotten.
Butch Diamond: Also loves kids ! Loves carrying them on her shoulders n letting them climb all over her.
Nessie: Again, scares children, although she finds it funny.
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Kondraki Proves Himself (Scenario) Yandere Dr. Kondraki X Non-Binary Masc Reader (SCP Foundation)
#YandereKondraki #YandereScenario #YandereSCP #YandereSCPFoundation #NonBinary #NonBinaryReader #NonBinaryMasc #MascReader #KondrakiXReader #Scenario #Kondraki #SCP #SCPFoundation 
[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am back with a new chapter! This one is a request from Tumblr. It is for Kondraki to prove himself to his Non-Binary Masc presenting Reader! I hope you all enjoyed this!]
[Disclaimer: Kondraki is not Yandere in canon, this is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all. Simping for fictional characters and fictional Yandere is fine! Just do not be gross or illegal about it. Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon. Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life.]
(No One's POV)
Dr. Benjamin Kondraki was watching them. His sweet (Name), the beautiful person that he fell for. Most people were not good enough. Not up to Kondraki's level, but (Name). They were something else. They were more than amazing. They are such a stunning person. They made Kondraki's heart race. Such a perfect darling for Kondraki. He, of course, had to prove that he was the best choice for them. He was, and he already knew this, but it seemed they did not know this. That they were oblivious to how perfect Kondraki was for them.
That would not stand!
Kondraki walks up to them as they are working at their desk. In their lab coat, dress shirt, and tight slacks. Those slacks made their ass look so tight and firm!
"(Name)." Kodraki says.
"Hmmmm?" They ask, looking up at Kondraki with their stunning (Eye color) eyes.
"I want to do something with you tonight. Meet me at eight?" He asks them.
(Name) seems to think about this, and he does not have any plans. Kondraki also is a good friend. "Sure, see you at eight." They tell him with a charming smile.
They are so handsome!
Kondraki smirks. "See you then, my handsome devil." He says, his smirk widens.
This left (Name) confused. What did Kondraki mean by calling them handsome? His? (Name) shrugs and gets back to work. They will have to get dressed in casual clothes after work. Which they did. Once it was eight, they met Kondraki, where Kondraki told them to come. That is when Kondraki grabs them and pushes them into the wall, kissing them deeply.
(Name's) eyes went wide, and they pushed against Kondraki's chest. But Kondrake was too strong for them. Kondraki grabbed their wrists with one hand and pinned their wrists above their head. He pulls away a trail of saliva connecting their mouths.
(Name) pants, getting as much air as they can. "THE HELL!" They shout at Kondraki.
"You are Mine," Kodraki says, looking down at them like a predator. "You will not be seeing Him again~ Am I clear?"
Kondraki grinds his knee into their groin, and they shudder. "FINE!" They curse out.
Kondraki smirked and kisses them again. He just proved that (Name) belongs to him, his handsome stunning little darling. All His!
[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter is done AT LAST I hope that you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!]
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After 376, I am ready for whatever WILD shenanigans are gonna happen with TomurAFO, Original Recipe AFO, Yoichi/OFA, and Erasure. Let’s start by looking at AFO’s monologues and going back 20 chapters, right after AFO’s initial defeat by Endeavor. AFO says his original body served its purpose and was designed for the scrap heap anyway, so why not try Rewinding himself? Hawks even characterizes this as a “massive yet suicidal power-up.” Once fully formed out of the ashes, AFO says his only task is to “rescue Tomura” from the UA sky coffin (which he could gloopy warp into once he gets close enough). Pretty basic so far….
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Then we cut to Izuku giving Tomura an epic beat down using Second’s quirk during its alleged 5-minute time limit (are we gonna twist fate to extend that?). While we don’t learn Second’s name, we do learn (1) AFO cried when he found out he was defeated by a quirk that amounted to a “peashooter;” and (2) AFO/OFA are resonating together, leading Yoichi to realize that AFO isn’t quite as melded with Tomura as his bragging about a “perfected” body would have you believe. Tomura appears to be bursting, as if the power of AFO is exploding out of him (is he having a change of heart a la Nagant??), and yet….TomurAFO still believes he hasn’t yet USED his perfect body, because Erasure has prevented him from using any of his quirks. He is trying to stall for time and wait for…something…to happen so his “true” power can be unleashed. TomurAFO even addresses Yoichi directly and says that he has a chance to win. He has not yet burst. He can win if Spinner releases Kurogiri.
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When we go back to AFO, he’s telling Hawks how his grand plan is to thwart the future of the whole world, because he’s so influenced by the comics of his youth. Ah, youth. (Midnight would be proud, RIP.) But then AFO says “the experiences of one’s youth determine the entirety of one’s life.” Okay, that’s not true, objectively, but also wow, so predetermined and fatalistic! Not a growth mindset on this guy. He then goes on to add, “more than anything else, I place faith in a person’s emotions.” (Remember when he told young Tomura that heart is power? What experience in his youth showed him that?) The context here is that Spinner’s emotions from his younger days predicted Spinner would make it to Kurogiri and do AFO’s bidding. But what about AFO’s younger days, hmmmm? What made him identify with the bad guy and want to “thwart the future of the whole world?” What emotions are within a rewound AFO? I would have said he’s beyond emotions other than holding grudges (which he does just so he can prove his superiority)…EXCEPT for AFO’s tears as he choked (presumably killed?) Second and realized his “weak” brother beat found a way to beat him.
And then AFO says the quiet part out loud: “In the truest sense, that body is not yet complete. There’s a reason why this version of me is still essential.” HUH? Didn’t he JUST say “This body had already served its purpose?” Well yes, but he was talking about the body that turned to ash in Endeavor’s flames. His new, rewound body must be able to do something that TomurAFO cannot. Something that would permit the perfection of TomurAFO. That would allow him to unlock the “true value” of his body.
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So, to recap:
We have a 230-going-on-113 AFO full of mystery quirks and hatred for those who work together to stop him; his dream since childhood has been to thwart the future of the whole world, but he’s on a time limit until he rewinds out of existence.
We have a not-quite-perfect TomurAFO who may be on a time limit before he bursts, and who may not have all the hatred that he’s “supposed” to have (as Mirio uncovered).
We have Izuku on a time limit with Second’s quirk or else…something (bad?) happens
We have the Manual-Aizawa-Monoma trio keeping TomurAFO under Erasure. Unfortunately, things are looking dicey. Manual’s water is affected by the storm winds, Aizawa holds the Erasure quirk in his body but can’t use it himself, and Monoma can’t blink or else TomurAFO is unleashed…oh, and Monoma is on a time limit as soon as he stops holding Aizawa’s hand.
AFO really has multiple routes to win if he escapes Hawks. For example, he could steal any of the Manual-Aizawa-Monoma quirks and release TomurAFO from Erasure. (He could kill them too, although he’s wanted Erasure from a while and could probably use it to stop his rewinding. That is, if he can rewind himself then surely he can erase himself too.) Hell, he could simply separate them and put distance between them, which I’d laugh at because he’d be using the heroes’ own strategy against them. OR … rewound AFO could steal OFA while his “other me” is under Erasure. At that point, TomurAFO can defeat the rest of the heroes without quirks. And that’s not even counting the Twices taking over Japan, the Todorokis burning Japan, the strange weather patterns threatening the world, and the powerful countries around the world competing to placate AFO. OR maybe it’s just that AFO needs to kill that last little bit of Tenko that’s hiding deep inside Tomura; he needs to make sure Tomura feels unloved to keep Tenko in check.
Depending on how far AFO is rewound, he could even be in possession of a lil stockpiling quirk, giving him the key to open the OFA “vault” without stealing the quirk. If he’s truly back in possession of quirks his old body gave away, there might be LOT of descendants and “resonating quirks” out there under his control. How many “Versions of ME” does AFO have?? Buckle up now ‘cuz it’s gonna be a bumpy ride, whee!
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Request for Anonymous GIf Source: Unknown / Bottle
Imagine Dean wanting to drink a shot of Whiskey out of your bellybutton but you're shy because you have body issues 
------- Imagine -------
You had all been sitting around the table celebrating a big win, one of those too rare moments where you could laugh, drink, and just enjoy the time you all had together. Cas had ended up calling it quits early though saying something along the lines of alcohols miniscule effects before disappearing with the sound of wings. Sam had flat outsaid that he was tired of you and Dean making moon eyes at each other before he shuffled off to his room saying goodnight as he did so. You couldn’t help it though, your relationship with Dean was relatively new and you couldn’t help how good it felt to just be around him.
Dean just laughed at Sammy and moved to sit in the chair next to you, tuning it to face you directly, you doing the same to your own chair so you could face him as well. A few more shots and jokes later and your body felt warm and tingly ad your face was hurting a little from smiling. One of Dean’s hands had moved to your thigh at some point as he had leaned in to talk to you and now was absently running up and down it as his other hand traced the rim of his whiskey glass. You watched him as he rubbed your thigh and saw the moment his eyes sparked with an idea looking back and forth between you and his glass.
“(Y/N)?” Dean asked, saying your name low in his whiskey smoked voice.
“Hmmmm?” You hummed in questioning response to relaxed and happy to reply right now.
“Would you let me try something?” He said. You saw him blushing lightly, or maybe that was just the flush from the whiskey, you weren’t sure but you replied anyway. “What did you have in mind?”
“Me drinking this.” He said pulling his glass from the table. You snorted a laugh and said a quick “Ok.” He looked down then, smiling at your misunderstanding since he didn’t finish his sentence before continuing, “off of you.”
You giggled nervously as you watched him but when he didn’t say he was joking or move away from you your laughter died some and you could feel yourself blush. “You can’t!” You suddenly squeaked out, embarrassed at the high pitched noise.
“Oh?” He said smirking and scooting closer to you. He took your hand then, standing and pulling you with him.
“Dean, I…I’m not…” You looked around nervously when you lost your word. Dean touched your chin to with a fingertip to get you to look at him. “What is it (Y/N)?”
You sighed and finally locked your eyes to his, mesmerized by the verdant gaze staring back at you. Taking a deep breath you said “My body, it’s…it’s not…I just don’t want you to be turned off when you see me.”
The immediate snort he made had you glaring at him enough that he held up his hands as a sign of surrender and apology. “I didn’t mean to laugh, but (Y/N) you have to know how hard I have to fight to keep both my eyes and my hands off of you right?” AT your silent stare he continued. “I know you said you are insecure, and we have been taking it slow due to that but any little glimpse of you drives me mad with need.  He put the glass down on the table then stepped into your space gripping your hips tightly and pressing your body against his. He leaned down then, his mouth inches from yours as he whispered. “All I can think about is your hips in my hands, your thighs around my head, your stomach quivering from my touch. Every part of your body does the exact opposite of turning me off.”
You were almost panting from his words, and you noticed he wasn’t unaffected either, his eyes dark and almost pleading with you to say something. “Ok.” Your said so quiet you weren’t even sure he heard it; but then his hands gripped your hips tighter and he lifted you to deposit you onto the kitchen table. “That’s my girl.” He said before taking your lips in a hard but brief kiss, pulling back and reaching for his glass. “Ready when you are sugar.”
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burnwater13 · 5 months
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Concept Art by Ryan Church, The Mandalorian, Season 2, Episode 4, The Siege.
“The Hydian Way”
“The Nothoiian Corridor”
“The Lipsec Run”
“The Corellian Trade Spine”
“The Rimma Trade Route”
Din Djarin said the names of the various hyperspace lanes, routes, paths, ways, corridors, spines, and runs and Grogu pointed to them on a map. It was tiring work, but he knew it was worthy. His dad was trying to teach him how to travel around the galaxy in safety. 
“Show me the route you would take to get from Nevarro to Tatooine.”
Hmmmm. That was a good question. Nevarro was in the Nevarro Sector, sort of near the Hydian Way, which was fine if you wanted to go to Corellia and then eventually end up at Cantonica, but it wouldn’t get him to Tatooine directly. Nope. He’d have to take it to Darknell and the switch over to the Triellus Trade Run. That would get him all the way there! 
He traced the path for his dad and grinned at him. Take that Din Djarin.
“That’s a good path kid. But it’s kind of slow. What other way could you take?”
Then Grogu noticed that he could take the Corellian Trade Spine to the Corellian Run and go to Tatooine that way. He traced out that path and turned to look at the Mandalorian. 
“Good choice. I don’t know what it is about Corellians Grogu, but they find the shortest, fastest path between two points that shouldn’t be possible. It’s what makes them Corellian.”
Grogu filed that little piece of information away for future use as they continued the lesson in astronavigation. That they were doing this lesson in the cabin, with his dad sitting on the floor with the star map projector and Grogu running around to trace the various paths made it seem a little surreal. But at least they weren’t stuck in that classroom in the Nevarro City school. 
Grogu could tell, based on the school’s layout, that it had been a cantina or tavern or drinking establishment of some sort before they added the instructor droid, the desks, and the display panels. The place still kind of smelled of sour ferment, at least to him. He supposed it was a sign that the people of Nevarro City were becoming more civilized. Keep the ferment in the new cantina and use the old one for a school. It made a sort of sense. 
Unlike his dad, Greef Karga, and Cara Dune dumping Grogu there and then going off on an adventure without him. He had complained to his dad about all that before, but he still didn’t think that Din Djarin took his objections seriously. After all, everything had worked out in the end. His dad hadn’t been injured. An Imp lab had been destroyed. He discovered that he liked those blue treat things. He called them sweet discs, but he knew they had about a thousand names, which was funny. 
A starship was a starship. Everything after calling it a starship was really about telling you all it’s little details. Freighter, dreadnought, scout, fighter, yacht, they were all starships first. Same thing with speeders and blasters and footwear for that matter. 
But these sweet discs were called all sorts of things. Crisps, rounds, discs, petals, twinkles… it was amazing. And they weren’t different kinds of sweet discs either. They were all the same kind. If they included some special ingredient they were the special ingredient plus disc, petal, twinkle, whatever. If they were stacked with a filling, they were still discs, but they were called stacked filled discs, like the ones he took from the boy at school. 
When his dad took him back to Tatooine, he had asked Peli where he could get some of those delicious filled discs and she looked at him like he was babbling in a language she couldn’t understand. 
“Listen, Grogu, buddy, we have a lot of things here in Mos Eisley, but I’ve never heard of filled discs as a kind of food. And if I haven’t heard of it, it doesn’t exist.”
“He’s talking about sweet filled twinkles or sweet filled rounds… I forget what you call them here.” 
The Mandalorian tried to explain to their favorite mechanic.
“Oh! Why didn’t you say so. What color does he like? I prefer the green ones myself, but everyone has a favorite.” Peli recognized one of the descriptors, although Grogu never figured out which one she used. 
His dad said, ‘the blue-green ones’, and Peli told them where they could get some. They had been delicious and at that shop they had called them crisps. Sweet blue filling crisps, to be precise. Grogu had found that very funny. 
On their way back to Nevarro, they had spent a day on Corellia. Apparently there was a noodle shop there that his dad liked. The shop was really more of a diner and the Iktotchi woman who ran the place had a voice like gravel, but when Grogu asked her what they called sweet discs on Corellia, she became very serious. 
“Well, you know handsome, I call them treadles because that’s what my mom called them. But on Corellia you’ll hear them called almost anything. Crisps, rounds, petals, tiny cakes, and of course twinkles.  Only kids call them twinkles here. If an adult did that we’d laugh ourselves sick at them. Except if the adult was your Mandalorian dad. But since your dad is a Mandalorian, I’d ask him if he wanted fire stacks. Have you had them before? We have a great recipe for them. Straight from Ordo.”
Before Grogu could say another word, his dad ordered some fire stacks and asked for a caf. 
“Hey hon, I’ve got some rooms designed for Mandos, if you want to eat there. Then you can take off your helmet and eat in comfort. Nice and private and I always knock before I enter.”
“Thanks. This is fine. They call them twinkles on Ac Vetina. Mandalorians call them energy chips.”
Ahh. The things you learn when you travel were far more interesting than what you learned in a classroom on Nevarro.
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In my homebrew PF setting, one of the most powerful figures the players have met is The Pale King. A very old and Powerful lich, PK has basically created a negative energy plane fortress and a demiplane city where he keeps his mortal subjects. The question I want to ask you is how much do you think a figure such as this could manage their Undead tendencies, by doing things like organised vents of their destructive impulses, maintaining connections to undead and mortals, and deliberately thinking of destruction and entropy in more abstract ways?
Hmmmm
Well, looking at a canon example of a negative energy fortress in Malikar's Keep (Planar Adventures, pg. 116), the lich after which the keep is named spends most of his time using Astral Projection to reach other planes, upon which I assume he vents his undead wrath. I'm sure the attacks by Undead beyond his control, the omnicidal Nightshades, and the Shads also allow him to express his desire for entropy.
That being said, I believe liches are something of a special case when speaking of an Undead's craving for destruction. Their body is undead, yes, but their soul is still technically alive and held within a protected reliquary, and there's no lore on if the contained soul is their true formerly-living soul and thus made up of positive energy, or if it's corrupted into a negative energy quasi-soul like a normal Undead. There's no real clarification if a lich gains a negative soul in their body while keeping their positive soul in their reliquary, or if the truth is simpler and that negative energy is simply used as a power source while the soul guides the body from afar.
All this to say a lich might not experience the same urges that a normal Undead might because their soul may not actually be Undead, just tainted by undeath; and yes, there's a difference. A living soul is nourished by creativity and can grow, learn, and change, while an undead soul cannot (or at least cannot easily). This is perhaps why every lich seems to be gripped by a need to learn, to find some secret or piece of lore that they don't already know and to take greater risks to puzzle out the mysteries of creation, to continue to force themselves to change in order to maintain their living soul.
... And of course, those that don't wish to learn wish to conquer. Whether this is because megalomaniacal ambition is some inborn need that's built into lichdom, or because the kind of people who become liches are the kind of people for whom this behavior is natural (if exacerbated further by undeath), I cannot say for certain, but I'll simply point out that Tar-Baphon, the Whispering Tyrant and one of the eldest and most powerful of liches on all of Golarion, has (arguably) maintained his sanity and stability for thousands of years despite being locked in his own tower for a good portion of that time solely out of a burning and inextinguishable desire to rule creation. The average Undead locked away for that long would either decay entirely or fall into torpor!
To get back to your question, perhaps whatever plans your Pale King makes are what keep him active and sane long past the time he would have become maddeningly bored. Even if he's not actively malevolent, simply considering ways in which he COULD be and making plans to conquer, destroy, or control others could help him maintain his mind in the long term. His control over the lives and comfort of his mortal subjects could also be a source of spiritual sustenance, for better or worse, with acts which cause misery and misfortune scratching the itch in his soul for a time.
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