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Any Tmnt Iteration x Spider-Man!Reader: First meeting
You hold the proud title of New York one and only superhero. It's probably been months since that weird spider bite you, and that incident with your uncle's demise probably let you scarred for life, but that's not what we're gonna talk today! Can we please let your dead uncle out of this? Yeah? Thank you!
You've done a lot of things for this city, seriously, from a crazy guy with robotic wings to an electricist that controls electricity. Pretty ironic doesn't? Of course, no version of Spider-Man could be Spiderman if the media didn't drag your reputation through the mud. You can thank that to your boss, Burne Thompson. You almost regret coming to him when selling pictures of yourself, but you were desperate. If it helps your aunt to get to the end of the month, you could take a little of public humiliation. At least one of your coworkers, April O'Neil, is nice enough and always talks good from your alter ego when she's on the scene. In fact, the number of times you've rescued her is enough to tag her of your Lois Lane or your Vicky Vale. She's pretty, but you're not interested!
It was just another normal night, doing your spider things and taking yourself selfies, until your Spidey Sense started buzzing and telling you danger approaches. You keep your camera in their place with one of your webs before waiting for action.
You didn't expect to find an oversized turtle in a skateboard just goofing around. Okay, it's New York, weird shit happens all the time. The Turtle had an orange bandana and a pair of nunchakus on their belt. Oh! And they're naked! Well, turtles didn't have the same genitalia mammals had. In none of your Animal Planet you never saw a crocodile's junk— No Spidey! Bad Spidey! Your Spidey Sense never gets wrong! And if your Spider sense says this Turtle is dangerous, then some truth must be!
"That's some pair of good tricks over there" - you say casually as the Turtle frozes and start looking around - "Up here buddy, on the side of the building."
The Turtle's eyes are surprisingly... Human. Of a pretty baby blue color. Squared head and two holes instead of a nose. You think you could actually freak out if there was an actual human nose there.
"Holy sh—!" - comes out a very human and childish voice. He sounds pretty much like someone your age should sound - "[S/n]! I'm sorry! I promise I didn't do anything illegal! Just don't take me to jail!" - he frenetically screams
"Woah woah, easy buddy " - you put your hands in the air as a sign peace - "I'm not going to do anything as long you didn't do anything, okay? You just don't see a giant turtle every night! A giant lizard? Maybe. I was just curious. You don't plan to do anything in this neighborhood?" - you do you best to out your vest Batman voice
"No Sir/Ma'am No!" - The Turtle stand up straight
"No taking over the city plans I should worry about?" - you ask again
"I promise! I'm a good guy!"
"Very well" - you stayed silent for a couple of seconds before changing the mood - "I believe you!"
The Turtle stays still before looking at you - "You do?"
"Yes"
"You're not gonna run screaming or anything?" - ask the Turtle
"My dude, or dudette or non binary buddy, is that's your wave. This is New York. If you can't stand a pair of wierd shit like giant animals then you're a pussy and you should move out because you're not a yanqui if you're not used to"
"Oooohhh" - the Turtle seems to realize - "Thanks... That's... That was nice, you're the first person that doesn't run away screaming"
"And you're the first person, excuse me, reptile that doesn't try to kill me on the spot. I should be thanking you" - you said as you decide this little fella over there is going to become your favorite person in New York at this point as you jump and land next to him... Her.. They? - "Do you have any name I can call you?"
"Sure! Name's Michelangelo! But my brother's call me Mikey!" - answers the Turtle
"As the artist? You know? The one with the naked statues?"
"Exactly!" - Mikey says before laughing - "Oh, I'm so gonna use that with my brothers!"
Curiosity spikes you. He already mentioned his brothers twice. As much as you like to ask if they're turtles as well you decide to keep your questions for yourself. You don't know how he ended up as a giant turtle, but the world weren't as gentle with the ones that were different.
"Really, wait to you hear this one—" - you were about to drop some lame joke before you could heard police sirens on the distance - "Shoot. Duty calls" - You turn to look at Michelangelo - "Sorry, but I gotta go"
"Sure! Go kick some bad guys ass!" - cheered Michelangelo - "I can't wait to rub I meet [S/n] on Donnie's face!"
"Oh really?" - you rise an eyebrow behind your mask - "Can you tell me tomorrow how it go?"
"Really dude/dudette?" - asked Michelangelo, you could see the starry look in his eyes
"Yeah! Same hour, same place!" - you say as you prepare to swing away - "And don't talk to stangers in alleys!"
"I Won't!" - you heard him answer as you swing away
New York. The city a Turtle and a Spider could get along...
#teenage mutant ninja turtles#Tmt 2012#Tmtnt Bayverse#tmnt x reader#Spiderman!Reader#Spiderman Reader#Tmtnt 2012 x Reader#Batman vs Tmnt x Reader#Tmnt x reader#tmnt 2007 x reader#tmnt bayverse x reader#tmnt 2003 x reader
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When in doubt, redraw your dnd party as animal crossing characters (again) 🥳
#dnd#oc#dungeons and dragons#dnd character#artists on tumblr#dnd party#ttrpg#Acnh#Animal crossing#Did I draw the same exact thing with my other dnd party three years ago literally to the day?#Yes I did#But hey. I sorely needed a project w minimal creativity involved bc boy howdy I haven't been feeling making art#This is helping me feel a little bit confident again lol#I've been itching to draw another animatic but every time I try I feel like crying bc it just seems so overwhelming :')#Despite the fact that I've made ones in the past that I still think look great!!#Ugh idk it's just frustrating to know what I'm capable of and to still not feel like I can do it. Anyways. Maybe over Xmas break#Strixhaven gang#<- gonna start using that tag for these fellas#oc respite
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Atlas: Taryn? Hey!
Atlas: What happened-
Taryn: Please don’t.
Atlas: Can you talk to me?
Taryn: [ strained ] What is there to say that you don’t already know? I keep asking myself why you’re so nice to me all of a sudden. Why would someone like you be around someone like me and it’s such a… Mind-fuck.
Atlas: I swear to you, it isn’t like that-
Taryn: Am I just a one night stand?
Atlas: [ stammers ] N-No!
Taryn: Convincing.
Atlas: I’m sorry it wasn’t a good enough response, I’m just caught off guard. Why would you assume that?
Taryn: Because my questions made sense the minute you walked out of that building and there was lipstick smeared all over your face. Then you gave me this look, something about it made me realize I wasn’t the first and I don’t think I’d be the last.
Atlas: [ flatly ] We didn’t even catch each other's name, that’s how little it meant.
Taryn: [ barely a whisper ] Oh now that’s incredibly fucked up… Was that supposed to make me feel better?
Atlas: Bee-
Taryn: [ voice breaks ] Was it worth it? [ pauses ] Don’t… Answer that. I’m… Gonna go now.
#♪ underneath the midnight sky together we’ll be set free ♪#what a horrible way to end march#the discord is gonna beat me up#JUST A FEW NOTES IN THE TAGS IN CASE U WANT TO KNOW ABOUT THE BRAINROT FESTERING MY MIND#SO did u notice how atlas maintained eye contact up until the tenth panel like he's being seen and it's uncomfortable#also the fact that all he musters up is the most ruthless comment like DAWG DAWGGGGGGGGG A STAB TO THE CHEST MATE#also to the anon that sent the ask about atlas and taryn i was just barely starting to map out this whole arc so when you sent that ask#i was like gAH GAHHHHH#nefarious machinations have commenced#fellas lemme tell u somethin it gets worse#this is just a lil dip in the pool#tessellate#sims 4 story#show us your story#tessellate: atlas#tessellate: taryn
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thinking about johnny with a mustache.... not in a funny haha making fun of him kinda way but in a i think he'd rock it kinda way
#sammy says shit#i think when johnny gets his own body back he'd try a whole lot of new stuff#maybe even start wearing clothes that arent samurai merch#but not too sure about it#anyway i talked about this before#but v helping him shave has me in a deathgrip#she's sitting on the sink#her back to the mirror with johnny standing between her legs#and she very carefully (maybe not that carefully) shaves his face for him#obsessed with that kinda intimacy im not gonna lie#i did it again fellas#i put the important part in the tags#oh well some habits never die#otp; just the two of us#au: say yes to heaven#also: artist mutuals 🫶 if you ever draw him with a mustache pls tag me
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Meet the (1850's) Sniper!
Gonna start making full ref sheets for these fools.. Scout is up next. If you haven't seen it, here's the first part comic thing of these HC's for the OG mercs B)
Yapping / backstory under cut
I think the name "Team Fortress Original" sticks better than "1850s Team Fortress" so THATS THE NEW TAG GUYS!! but I'll be using both . Just in case.
Full post coming soon but u should drop your headcannons and ideas about these guys if any 🙏
GENERAL INFO ABOUT NICK BUNDY:
This fella was born in modern-day Tennessee, and left his parents' homestead as soon as he figured out he was good at trapping / hunting (17). Not that he hates his parents—he just craved adventure in the outdoors.
Nick was lucky enough to have been educated on reading and writing by his parents, and he writes in a journal to keep his skills sharp. He's been hunting and selling fur / meat to keep his supplies plentiful, and living a life in tents outdoors for quite a while.
As he wandered the Eastern mountains, Nick came into contact with many different kinds of people. This lead to him trading & becoming friends with a Cherokee Native, visiting every few months to hang out, trade, and learn about natural medicines and how to play a flute.
He worked up a good name selling pelts and expertly shot trophies.
It wasn't long before he discovered that people would pay for his good aim in other scenarios, too.. After a few jobs of killing rogues, thieves, and bandits for money, Nick comes to terms with the idea of killing people as a full-time thing. Mercenary work.
It's about then that a mysterious woman offers him a deal — fight in a war over gravel for the rest of his life, with the reassurance of respawning.
(Albeit, the respawn machine definitely needed some work, as it functioned more so as a powerful long-ranged Medigun. Plus it took forever to heal you.)
Now, with semi-proper housing and a team of 8 other mercinaries bothering him, Sniper finds good money (not purpose) working for RED.
(He's 27 when he starts fighting the Gravel War)
Main lineart vers
He's got the most BORING character design
#Team fortress original#Tfo#tf2#ale13art#tf2 sniper#team fortress 2#digital art#1850s mercs#1850s team fortress#tf2 1850's mercs#1850s sniper#TF2 1850s sniper#TF2 headcannon#tf2 hcs#1850s#I like having their lives (and names) mirror the TF2 mercs'#But also refrence the real people / folktales they were based off of#Silly combo#Pls send me questions about them blinks sweetly#I rot Abt them so much
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Tag, you're it!
Some buddies of mine started this little group chat called, "Tag, you're it!" Since we're able to perform the possession spell, more details on that story later, we've been messing around with it. We're all either gay or bi, so we generally try and take over some sexy man and show off for the rest of the guys.
Last night, Juliet posted a picture of herself in her dad's body, showing off a nice and sexy selfie for all of us to drool over.
The caption read, "Tag, you're it, Shawn. Give us something y'know we'll like ;)"
It was gonna be tough to top that, but I was confident. Luckily, my veteran uncle was staying over at our place for a few days, so this was the perfect opportunity.
I waited until my uncle went to take a bath to start my plan. The way my friends and I managed to do this was by melting down into some kind of slime and slithering inside our hosts. Luckily, being able to cling to surfaces and move with little sound made it easy to sneak up on our victims.
I easily slid under the door and slithered through the tiled floor. Steam filled the air as the hot bath had only recently been drawn. I heard the metal screech as my uncle turned the water off. "Mmm, nice and hot..." he muttered. His deep and velvety voice pushed me over the edge. I needed to be him, and I needed it now!
He was wearing a towel, covering my favorite point of atttack, but I didn't care. I leaped towards my uncle's crotch with little fear in my gooey heart. "What the FUUUUUCK?!" My uncle cried out as my slime slid under the towel and engulfed his dick and balls, already slithering inside. He let out a moan as he fell backward onto the ground.
Legs spread out as though I was fucking him, my uncle squirmed and convulsed on the ground as I took him over. Slowly, as my slime invaded each cell of his body, I felt the disorienting yet still pleasurable sensation of having something slither inside of my borrowed form. I was not only stealing my uncle's body, but also his experiences.
It truly was like something was both sucking me off and fucking me at the same time. My uncle's thighs, soon to be my thighs, quivered in anticipation. My core tightened as I pumped more and more of myself into him. Then, as his panicked consciousness slowly faded into dormancy, I cried out as I finally climaxed all over myself. Ropes of cum splashed all over my chest, some shots even landing on my drooling face.
"WOAH! Ohhh... oh that's good..." I muttered, chuckling as I felt my adam's apple bounce. Mmm, you're such as sexy-ass man, uncle Roger..." I said. Getting up on my uncle's now sore legs, I stumble over to the mirror and admired myself.
"Hmm... good thing Shawn's enjoying himself in his room. Otherwise, he might see his sexy uncle playing with himself." I said, smirking at my little roleplay. "Oh yeah..." I threw away the towel and let my manhood flop around. "No point covering up this li'l fella, right? Gotta let the whole world see." I was about to step out until I saw the hot bath out of the corner of my eye. I grinned as my uncle's dick grew hard again.
"I drew this bath for myself, might as well enjoy it. I deserve it, after all." I stepped into the water and let out a deep groan. Taking a picture for the group chat could wait. For now, I just wanted to get to know my uncle with the help of some soap and water.
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My sweet himbo, I love you <3
Summary: With his tag match against Tony D and Stacks looming, Bron looks to an old friend to help deal with Tony's cousin Adriana.
It's chaos at the end of NXT's weekly taping. Bron and Baron are fresh off a win against Chase University and about to head backstage when Tony D'Angelo and Stacks attack them.
Baron handles Tony inside the ring and leaves Bron to go after Stacks. Breakker chases Tony's lackey around the ring, quickly gaining on the smaller man.
"Woah! Hold on there big guy." Suddenly Tony's cousin, Adriana Rizzo, steps into Bron's path, forcing Breakker to come to a halt.
"Move out of the way!" Bron glares down at Adriana as Stacks hides behind her.
Adriana stands her ground and shield Stacks from Bron's wrath. "I don't think so, big fella." She insists with a smug laugh. "You want, Stacks? Then you's gon have to go through me."
Bron huffs an annoyed sigh and stares at Stacks over Adriana's shoulder. But Breakker knows better then to put his hands on a woman. Even if it is just to move her out of the way.
In the ring, Tony escapes from Baron after getting a few hits in and regroups with his so-called, family. The trio all group up at the bottom of the ramp and laugh at Baron and Bron.
"Enjoy those belts while you still can boys!" Tony taunts the pair. "Because you ain't gonna have them for much longer."
Bron joins Baron in the ring and the pair lock eyes with Stacks and Tony. Aggressive glares are exchanged before Stacks and Tony head back up the ramp with Adriana between them and the champs.
Once they are out of sight, Bron and Baron head back up the ramp as well with their titles in hand.
"Man! What the hell happened out there, Bron?" Corbin confronts Bron back in the locker room. "I thought you had Stacks?" He asks Breakker.
"Tony's cousin stepped in my way." Bron explains. "I was gonna spear the idiot through the barricade. But what was I supposed to do? Take the girl out with him?" He huffs in frustration.
Corbin groans and rubs his head. "You should have called her bluff, man." He insists. "She would have moved out of the way."
"And if she didn't?" Bron protests. "Come on man. I don't put my hands on women." He reminds Corbin. "And neither do you. So don't act like you'd of done something, Baron." He adds.
Corbin sighs but nods. "Yeah, you're right." He grits his teeth. "It's bullshit! How are we supposed to teach Tony and Stacks a lesson if they're just going to hide behind Ariana from now on?" He complains.
"I don't suppose you've got a convenient cousin laying around?" Bron jokes to lighten the mood.
"Hey, you're from the wrestling family." Baron chuckles. "I should be asking you that question."
Bron laughs with Corbin then an idea pops into his head. "Well, I don't have any cousins. But I do have a friend that might be willing to help us out." He suggests to Corbin. "She's a Smackdown superstar, has been for a while. But we've been friends for a long time."
"Yeah?" Baron perks up a bit at the prospect of the Adriana problem being an easy fix. "Who is it? Anyone I might know?" He asks Bron.
"Depends." Bron shrugs. "You know a, YN LN?" He asks Corbin.
Baron chokes on his spit at the mention of your name and begins shaking his head. "Her? Bron, hell no!" he protests. "That woman is pure evil! You're friends with her?" He looks at Bron in disbelief.
"So you have met, YN." Bron chuckles. "She's not that bad, Corbin. And like I said, we're old friends." He adds. "I'll give her a call and see if she can meet us before the next taping starts in a few hours." Bron pulls out his phone. "She lives nearby and shouldn't be traveling for Smackdown right now."
Corbin begrudgingly nods and watches Bron dial your number. He watches Breakker have a brief conversation that sounds friendly enough for a few minutes. Bron hangs up the phone a few minutes later with a satisfied smile and nods to Corbin.
"She's on her way." Bron smiles to himself, mentally patting himself on the back for his quick thinking.
"Great." Corbin grumbles to himself. "Invite the devil to our locker room why don't you." He huffs.
Bron laughs at Corbin's foul mood and pats his friend on the arm. "Man, what did YN do to you?" He asks Corbin.
"She hasn't done anything to me personally." Corbin replies. "But I've seen that girl make grown men run away from her. She's scary." He shudders.
"That ain't the YN I know." Bron replies. "The YN I know is a total sweetheart. Yeah, she can be a little manipulative. But she's always had my back when I've needed someone in my corner." He smiles to himself.
Corbin raises a brow at Bron, sensing that there might be some lingering feelings for you on Breakker's part. "So, were the two of you like a thing? Or?" He asks Bron.
"Me and YN? Nah, I never managed to work up the courage to ask her out. Like you said, she's intimidating." Breakker laughs at himself.
Around an hour later a knock sounds at the door and Bron jumps to answer it. Baron watches cautiously as Bron answers the door and you step into the locker room.
"Bron! How's my favorite himbo doing?" You bounce into the room and instantly go in for a hug.
"YN!" Bron happily pulls you in for a hug and shuts the door at the same time. "I've been good. Tag champs now with Corbin here. Which is why I called you up." He explains.
You let go of Bron and turn your head to the other side of the room where Corbin is sitting. "Baron." You greet him dryly.
"Hey, YN. Nice to see you again." Baron nods at you in a friendly but clearly nervous manner.
"Tag champs, huh? Nice going, Bron!" You turn back to Bron with a cheeky smile. "Now. What can I help you and baldy with?" You ask him.
Bron laughs at your shot against Corbin and explains the situation with Tony and his fam. You listen carefully and nod along with everything Bron is explaining. He finishes up his explanation and you nod.
"So Tony thinks that he can use his cousin to get a one-up on my boy for his title belt, huh?" You rise to your feet and crack your knuckles. "Well, we can't have that, now can we? I assume that you two can get Tony and Stacks back out to the ring?" You ask Bron.
"Yeah, shouldn't be a problem." Bron nods.
You nod and roll your shoulder to loosen them up. "Perfect. You two get the two stooges out in the ring and ready to rumble. And I'll make sure that Miss Rizzo ain't a problem this time." You grin to yourself.
Bron and Corbin do as told and head out to the ring when NXT's next taping starts. Tony and Stacks come out to the ring to confront the champs, but Adriana isn't with them. A fight breaks out after some harsh words are exchanged and the pair are able to dispatch Tony and Stacks this time.
"I wonder how YN faired." Corbin asks Bron once Tony and Stacks are retreating from their beating.
As if on cue, you drag Adriana out to the top of the ramp by the air. She kicks and screams but you don't let up on her. "Hey! Tony D!" You catch D'Angelo's attention. "You think you can get your cousin to help you beat on on my man? Fuck no!" You yank Adriana up by the hair. "Try some cheap shit like that again and Adriana here won't be walking right for the rest of her sorry excuse for a career. Caphiche?" You make fun of his accent as the cherry on top.
You let Adriana go for Tony and Stacks to collect. They rush up the ramp to help their girl and you walk past them to the ring. You head up the stairs and slip into the ring with Corbin and Bron.
"Well." You gesture to the top of the ramp with a self-satisfied smile. "I don't think that she'll be a problem for you boys again." You laugh. "But just in case the bitch didn't learn her lesson, I'll stick around for a couple of weeks."
"Thanks, YN." Bron grins and slings an arm over your shoulder playfully. "I knew that I could count on you."
You giggle and hug his side. "Oh, anything for you, Bron." You joke. "Corbin. Close your mouth man." You add with snark when you notice Baron's jaw hanging ajar.
"Right." Corbin coughs. "Sorry, YN."
#wwe#wwe x reader#bron breakker#wwe fanfic#wwe fanfiction#wwe fic#wrestling#wrestling fanfic#wrestling fic#nxt#nxt x reader#nxt fanfic#nxt fic#syd's wrestling fics#bron breakker x reader
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@corrodedcoffinfest Day 3: Best Friends
Word Count: 756/Rating: M/Pairing: None/CW: canon-compliant, bullying, violence/Tags: Eddie Munson, Gareth, Grant, Jeff, Jason Carver, Andy, Patrick McKinney, Lucas Sinclair, Gareth's POV, canon dialogue used throughout
Divider credit to @silkholland
Eddie Munson is not a punctual person, but he’s always on time for two things: Hellfire Club meetings and band practice.
So when he’s nowhere to be found nearly fifteen minutes after practice is supposed to start, Gareth can’t help but worry.
“Maybe we should just start without him?” Jeff offers shyly, unsure if it’s the right call or not.
Grant shakes his head. “We’ll give him another five minutes. Maybe he got pulled over again.”
Gareth nods, but his insides churn. Something is wrong. He can feel it.
That sense of dread is confirmed when Jason Carver, Patrick McKinney, and Andy Shay make their way up to the garage.
Gareth notices them first, bringing his drumming to an abrupt end. Jeff and Grant go still when they see what caused him to stop playing.
Fear catches in Gareth’s throat. He’s never had a pleasant interaction with any of them. Every conversation has ended with mockery or the jocks shoving him to the ground.
That was how Gareth had met Eddie—the former had been pushed into a locker by Andy, seeing stars as his books fell to the ground. Eddie stopped to help him, saw his notebook filled with angsty song lyrics and DnD-inspired doodles, and the rest was history.
“Who’re you?” Gareth asked, finding his balance to stand up.
Eddie just grinned. “Your new best friend.”
Now, Gareth ignores the hammering in his chest as he steps out from behind his drum set.
“A little early, fellas,” he says, hoping his confident stride hides his nervousness. “Show’s not till next week.”
“Oh, that was music you were playing?” Andy smirks.
Jason wastes no time in explaining the reason for their surprise visit. “We’re looking for Eddie Munson,” he says sharply. “He’s in this band…if that’s what you can even call this.”
“What d’you care?” If Jason is looking for Eddie, it certainly isn’t to form some jock-freak truce. Not with the fire blazing in Jason’s eyes.
“That’s our business.” Jason snaps back.
Before Gareth can answer, his eyes lock onto a familiar, reluctant face.
“Lucas? What’re you doing with these douchebags?”
Trepidation washes over Lucas’s face. “We’re just trying to find Eddie, man.”
“Well, you have eyes, don’t you? He’s not here.” And I’ll be damned if you get any information out of me, he thinks. If the roles were reversed, Eddie would shield Gareth from whatever wrath the jocks wanted to unleash.
Jason nods, the information processing, and Gareth lets himself relax. Okay, he’ll leave now. Whatever crusade they’re on, it’s—
Knuckles connect with Gareth’s cheek, stunning him. He wills himself to stay standing, aided by Jeff and Grant propping him back up.
Jason’s fingers dig into the fabric of Gareth’s vest. “Where is he?”
“I don’t know!”
“WHERE IS HE?!”
“I DON’T KNOW!”
There’s another frustrated punch, this time to his stomach. As he doubles over, he sees that Andy and Patrick have cornered his friends.
I gotta help them; I gotta stop this—
A muscled arm wraps around his neck, pulling him into a headlock. He fights to get out, the two grappling for dominance, but Gareth knows it’s all over when Jason flings him into the drum set. The cymbal echoes, an ironic bit of finality.
Pain sears through his hand as Jason’s sneakered foot presses it deeper into the carpet. He keeps one hand on Gareth’s head, holding him in place as he bellows, “it’s gonna be hard to play those drums with a broken hand!”
Gareth lets out a guttural scream. Eddie wouldn’t crack, he knows. Eddie would protect him, come hell or high water. Eddie had protected him.
But it’s too much, and he can feel his bones aching under Jason’s foot. It hurts—it hurts—it fucking hurts—
“DUSTIN!” Shame courses through Gareth’s veins as the name leaves his lips.
Confusion seeps through Jason’s rage. “What?”
“DUSTIN HENDERSON! DUSTIN HENDERSON!” Shut up stop talking but it fucking hurts… “He was callin’ around, looking for Eddie.” You coward, ratting out your best friend. “Maybe he found him. Maybe he found…”
Jason lets out a soft scoff. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
He steps off of Gareth’s fingers, but it does nothing to alleviate the weight of Gareth’s guilt. Pathetic. Eddie’s your best friend. He would never cower like you did. You let him down. You let everyone down.
The jocks say something else before they leave, but Gareth doesn’t register any of it. He can only hope that his gutlessness won’t come back to haunt him—or his best friend.
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#eddie munson#stranger things#stranger things fanfic#eddie stranger things#eddie munson fanfic#fanfic#corroded coffin#corroded coffin fest#gareth emerson#jeff corroded coffin#grant corroded coffin
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https://link.springer.com/article/10.1007/s10508-023-02717-0
In an online survey of 1124 heterosexual British men using a modified CDC National Intimate Partner and Sexual Violence Survey, 71% of men experienced some form of sexual victimization by a woman at least once during their lifetime.
If men would like male sexual victimization to be taken more seriously, maybe they should start by not responding to news about instances of male sexual victimization with jokes and/or "he's so lucky!!" comments. I'm sure you already know what I'm talking about, but here's a small example:
I don't know about you, but I never see women making “I got raped by a priest” jokes, “don't drop the soap” jokes, or “fellas, how would you react if you found her? [picture of unconscious or dead woman]” jokes, etc. I only ever see men and boys doing that, strangely enough. Until men and boys stop doing that all the fucking time, I'm gonna find it hard to sympathize with their plight.
The study examines how men may feel discouraged from speaking out about instances of sexual victimization because – as a result of male socialization and male gender expectations – they are afraid of showing any emotional weakness / vulnerability; men may see any display of emotional distress as emasculating. This is true. However, one has to ask: who are the ones who perpetuate these male gender expectations in the first place? Who are the ones pushing these ideas of masculine stoicism; the idea that men mustn't show weakness? In case you've been living under a rock, liberal women have been encouraging men to show more emotional vulnerability for decades now. Liberal women push the “men's mental health matters!!! male SA victims are valid!!!” stuff harder than anyone, even MRAs. Just as men are the ones making the rape jokes, these masculine gender expectations are taught and upheld almost entirely by men. They created the stigma all on their own.
Anyway, let's address the elephant in the room: 71% is a big number! I have to wonder, though, how many of the reported sexual victimization incidents were rape, and how many were things like unwanted sexual comments, groping, and leering. Those things are definitely distressing and even psychologically damaging, but nobody should deny that they are not on the same level as sexual assault – something experienced by a staggeringly high number of women and girls. Anyway, here it is:
As I expected, forced penetration (what I would consider rape) doesn't make up a whole lot of that percentage. If you want, you can scroll through some of the tags on my blog to see how statistics for female SA victims differ. Well, probably. Tumblr's tagging system is finicky.
I'm sorry, but I'd rather focus my concern on the things that men are doing. Like mass-scale sex trafficking and prostitution. And violent pornography. And spycam terrorism / voyeuristic porn / deepfake porn. And forced child marriage and bride kidnapping. And barring girls from going to school. And female genital mutilation. And forcing women to wear head-coverings and then brutally assaulting and arresting them if they don't comply. And constant femicides. And "honor" killings. And incestuous rape and sexual abuse at horrifying rates. And brutal domestic violence. And every war in the history of humanity (and all the violence that war entails). And committing over 90% of violent crimes. And raping the female patients in their care. And raping babies and corpses and animals like it's nobody's business. And other quirky male activities. Thanks for the ask!
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Status Update and Warning of a Synopsis Drop
Gonna keep it a stack w yall fellas. I've written over 100 parts of this comic spanning all of the episodes (over 300 pages using 9 point font on google docs) and im realizing theres No Way I'm gonna be able to get my motivation to draw as much as I did for TT back when I first started, much less finish the thing. Much less actually GET to YBOS, which is when the canon deviance legit starts and the story gets way more interesting imo.
So here's what's going to happen:
I'm going to stop drawing the comic. As much as I really like the idea of finishing this particular scene, I know I'm not gonna be able to do it. I haven't updated consistently for months – this is the end of my line here.
BUT
I'm going to write the whole story in its own post WITH VISUALS. I'll explain what happens in every episode over the course of all the seasons, maybe even include some of my favorite visuals/boards when I was writing them. I'll also probs have some deleted concepts in a separate post (because damn I went through some rewrites when season 2b dropped). I'll consider dropping the script too, so you guys can see the actual lines I wrote for each part, but that's a big "if".
Don't get me wrong, I'll still be active (probably more active than I have been in the past few months LMAOOOO). I'm just shifting this AU story away from a comic medium and into a Tumblr AU medium, like how a lot of the TOH aus are at the moment. I want to tell this story and give you guys content, and if i have to do it without the art medium then I will.
I am so grateful you guys have stuck around. The compliments on this comic – my art, the story, literally everything – mean everything to me. I hope you guys like the Tag Team synopsis when I post it.
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Introduction!
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[[[ Heya! I'm Mars, (They/them prns please) and I got struck with the Dandy's world brainrot, so here I am with a blog for my favorite toon Cosmo!! Except he's twisted and sad of course. ]]]
HEY UM I'M A MINOR. Don't be weird around me.
This is also my first time making a blog/using tumblr in general! Please be patient towards me :]
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DNI: Pedophiles, Zoophiles, homophobes 18+ suggestive etc. Don't be a NSFW blog either. basically, don't be a weirdo. ASKS:
ASKS ARE USALLY ALWAYS OPEN.
I'll post something when they close or when their back open!
You can ask these!:
SPECIFIC LORE RELATED QUESTIONS. If they get too lore things, i'll throw a devious /ooc and cackle /lh
You can ask to interract with Cosmo, like give him hugs, sweets, heavy objects he may not like all of it though.
Feel free to curse Cosmo with anything, i'll set a curse limit for 20 asks maximum. (For example, you can curse Cosmo to make him only speak backwards lol. Go wild! M!a s are really cool too...
When Cosmo does a action, his text would start out with [🖤🍰]
Ask me, Mars!! My text will be in this green colour :] (NO NSFW ASKS WITH ME NEITHER OR WEIRD STUFF AND ESPIALLY DONT SHIP ME WITH NOX EW. )
Please don't ask these:
ANY NSFW OR SUGGESTIVE THINGS. Big no.
Please no romantic things. You can ask Cosmo to give you a hug (Maybe) but no more then that.
THIS IS TEMPORARY!! But please no roleplays with Cosmo yet. The only account i'll be roleplaying with for now is @melancholichugs. I'll be sure to notice ya'll if things would change though!
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I DO NOT SUPPORT ANY OF THE PAST CO-DEV OF DANDY'S WORLD (aka Rox's) ACTIONS.
This blog won't have much ship stuff going on really, but it does have implied fruitcake (Sprout x Cosmo!!) You won't be seeing like much sprout AT ALL though so. Feel free to ask Cosmo about Sprout (or any other toons really)
ABSOUTELY DO NOT SHIP MY COSMO AND @melancholichugs's GOOB TOGETHER. They see eachother as CLOSE FRIENDS. (Platonic, even!!)
A FEW WARNINGS. This blog will include:
Lots of gore
Character death (?)
Cannabalisim
Se!f H34M
I will of course give warnings to these! Please proceed with caution...
OF COURSE I would love to thank my lovely friend and QPP Nox (Aka @melancholichugs owner for deciding to make a duo blog with me... I will do lots of art for their blog and in exchange theyre gonna do lots of writing for mine! Were a power duo fr.... 💚
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HASHTAGS:
#🖤🍰- The Ex-Baker snarls. (Cosmo responds to basic asks!) ||
#🩹🍰 - Cosmo explores. (Normal posts) ||
# ❤🍩- Confused Gargling. (Cosmo interracts with other blogs!) ||
# 💙🍰- Joy with the hugger. (Cosmo interracts/mentions @melancholichugs's Goob!) ||
#💔🍓🍰- Pained sobbing. (Cosmo interracts/mentions Sprout.) ||
# ‼🍪 - Confused screeching. (Cosmo interracts with normal toons.) ||
#💔🤎🎂 - TEAR MY HEART OUT. LET IT BLEED. (Cosmo remembers past events. This is also the lore tag!) ||
#🤎🍰 - Rotting Cake. (Cosmo..GETS CURSED??) ||
#💔‼ - Despair and screaming. (This is the tag for the trigger warnings above.) ||
#💚🐉 - The planetary gremlin yaps (Mars speaks!) ||
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EXTRA STUFF
(TW FOR ICHOR)
But yeah heres Cosmo's design!!! silly..
FEEL FREE TO DRAW HIM!! I love fanart..
Welp..Thats basically all! Hope ya'll enjoy fellas :]
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#dandys world#dandy's world cosmo#dandy's world askblog#dandy's world goob#dandy's world twisted#dandy's world fanart#OH LORDDD were doing this guys!!!
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This instalment of spy-ay-ay-ay ✨vibes✨ for @candiedsumire snowballed on me, so let me sell you on it real quick: family banter, chocolate, an impassioned speech, Vulcan jokes, only one bed, and a dose of mutual pining. 2.8K words to use 2 lines. Can you pick them out?
Thank you @deadheaddaisy for talking me off the ledge 🥰🥰🥰
also tagging @iamstartraveller776 for a reason which will be clear about 370-some words in 😅
Follows immediately from the previous post here
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Maybe he had been overthinking because things certainly started off well enough. His parents met them on the walkway in front of the house with smiles.
Trip stepped up to make introductions. “T’Pol, I’d like you to meet my parents Elaine Meyer and James Tucker. Mom, Dad, this is T’Pol.”
He had no time to second guess whether he should have included her rank or called her his girlfriend as immediately his parents each raised a hand in a pair of very passable Vulcan salutes.
“Peace and long life,” Elaine said in choppy Vulcan while her husband stood beside her proudly.
“Live long and prosper,” T’Pol responded in kind.
After a brief pause, Elaine continued in English, “Sorry, I don’t know much more than that. Welcome to our home, T’Pol. We’re very pleased to meet you.”
T’Pol gracefully moved her hand down to shake first Trip’s mother’s hand and then his father’s.
“Thank you for your hospitality. It is agreeable to meet you, Ms Meyer and Mr Tucker.”
“Please, call me Elaine,” his mother spoke at the same time his father insisted, “It’s Jimmy, please!”
“Oh, you’re gonna have to work for that one, Dad. It took me months to get her to call me Trip.”
His parents exchanged an amused glance and led the way into the house.
Trip decided to press his luck a little, “and we were on kissing terms by then, right sweetheart?” She didn’t roll her eyes, but it really looked like she wanted to and that was good enough for him.
As they followed his parents through the front door she paused and gave him a quizzical look.
“What?”
“Perhaps I have misapprehended the nature of your nickname,” she said in a hushed tone. “Your father is not named Charles?”
“Oh.” Trip had a brief flash of panic. If it hadn’t occurred to him to tell her this, what if he’d forgotten something important?
“Trip?” she prompted.
“Nah, you’ve got it right. I’m the third Charles Tucker, but I’m named after my grandad and my uncle.”
Jimmy overheard that and added, “Our oldest son is named Bert after Lainey’s dad, but then my brother Charlie and his wife Maggie had three daughters in four years and decided they were done having kids—”
“My cousins Daisy, Aster, and Violet - you’ll meet them tomorrow,” Trip interjected.
“So when this fella came along after that we decided he should carry on the family name.”
T’Pol looked between the two men. “I see.”
“That’s her ‘humans are strange and illogical’ face. I see that one a lot,” Trip joked.
“Maybe that’s because you personally are strange and illogical, son,” his mama chimed in.
Jimmy chuckled, and T’Pol’s lips twitched.
“Ha. Ha. Isn’t it nice to be home,” Trip groused.
Ignoring his put-upon tone, Elaine patted his cheek. “It’s real good to have you home, baby. Why don’t you two go put your things away and get settled, and then we’ll have dinner.”
Jimmy led them upstairs. “You two are in here,” he said, pushing a bedroom door open.
And that’s when they saw the one large bed filling the space. They’d be able to walk around it fine, but his plan of sleeping on the floor was right out.
“Oh wow, new bed,” Trip said weakly.
His dad winked - actually freaking winked - at him and said, “With you kids getting older and starting to bring home spouses and kids, we thought this room needed an upgrade. I’ll see you two downstairs for dinner.”
Once he had departed, Trip eyed T’Pol warily. “Looks like we’ll be sharing a bed.”
She responded with typical Vulcan pragmatism. “Then there will be no reason for you to suffer back pain. Which side would you prefer?”
He stared at her for a second before placing his bag down to claim his side. She was either completely unaffected by the thought of sharing a bed with him or she was enjoying his discomfort. Maybe both.
After a moment T’Pol spoke without looking up from the personal items she was unpacking. “I was concerned my being Vulcan would cause you some difficulty with your family. I am pleased that doesn’t seem to be the case.”
“Nah, I mean it’s definitely unusual, but they’ve always been pretty supportive of me finding my own way in the world. And what’s not to like about you? Plus Mom has Vulcan colleagues - friends, even, at the university. Hell, it sounded like Dad was on board before I even called. If anything, I’m more worried someone’ll make an embarrassing sex joke or ask when we’re getting married… but you’re trained to handle ‘offensive situations’ and I grew up with it.” He smirked.
“I do not think my family would be as welcoming,” she said quietly. She sounded almost sad.
“Well, it takes some people a little longer to come around. Our project and the joint missions to follow could really help with that. Are you close to your family?”
“Not particularly. My mother is often concerned about my erratic behavior,” T’Pol said drily.
Trip looked at her suspiciously. “You’re not joking?”
She shook her head slightly in the negative.
“You’re a loose cannon? A Vulcan black sheep? My girl’s a rebel.” He looked at her salaciously, “T’Pol, that’s kinda hot.”
She gave him a long-suffering look, but there was no longer a trace of sadness on her face as she followed him to dinner.
Shortly after they all sat down at the table a blonde tornado blew in. “Sorry I’m late! Hi Mama! Daddy, is that the spicy pasta? It smells delicious! Oh, Trip! I’m so glad you made it!”
She paused then and took a breath.
“You must be T’Pol,” she continued in a much more dignified manner. “I’m Elizabeth Tucker, and I’m very pleased to meet you.”
“It is agreeable to meet you, Ms Tucker.”
Elizabeth’s ponytail swung wildly as she shook her head, “No, don’t get up on my account! I’m just gonna go wash up and I’ll be right back!”
“So that’s Lizzie,” Trip said into the silence that followed.
“Takes after her mama,” Jimmy grinned.
“And her brother,” T’Pol added almost inaudibly.
Elaine and Trip shared a mock offended look and then she shrugged. “All my babies are brilliant and beautiful. I’m happy to take the credit.”
Elizabeth returned, and dinner continued. They chatted about Lizzie’s new job, progress on the technology integration project, the fact that Trip’s mom and T’Pol’s mom worked in anthropology and cultural history respectively - small universe! - and Captain Jefferies’s excellent recovery among other topics. Trip found himself relaxing and enjoying himself.
“T’Pol, I’m not sure how to ask this and I promise I intend no offense…” Elaine began.
Trip felt his stomach clench. So much for relaxing.
“You seem more … personable, I suppose, than most of my Vulcan colleagues. That could be personal preference or generational difference, and I don’t mean to imply that you’ve been too casual! Or that they’re too formal! I just … I don’t want you to feel like you have to try too hard with us. We want you to be comfortable here.”
“There is no offense where none is taken. As Trip’s chosen partner, I do wish to make a favourable impression on you, and I appreciate your efforts to ensure my comfort,” T’Pol replied. “However, I believe what you have noticed is the result of my cultural training prior to joining the technology integration project. Captain Stenn impressed upon our team the logic of observing and adapting to certain human cultural norms, as he believed this would facilitate cooperation and yield more productive results.”
“Your cultural sensitivity training must’ve been a lot more interesting than ours. We pretty much got taught the ta’al and reminded not to talk with our mouths full,” Trip chuckled.
“I don’t know, T’Pol,” Jimmy said with a twinkle in his eye. “Maybe you’re just a charmer. The handshake thing��?”
“Slick, right?” Trip exclaimed. “Like a choreographed dance move. I knew I was in trouble the minute I met her and she pulled that on me.”
“Well, she’s certainly charmed Trip,” Lizzie added as she looked between her brother and his apparent partner in amusement.
“Hey, I’ve charmed her, too,” Trip defended himself.
All eyes swivelled to T’Pol, who somewhat reluctantly confirmed, “He has made a positive impression.”
Trip shot her a cheeky grin, “and you think I’m funny, too.”
“I will allow you to persist in that belief because it makes you happy.”
“All right, fine,” Trip said over the laughter of his family. “If I’m gonna be mocked by all and sundry, I should at least get some dessert to console me.”
He looked at his mother hopefully, “Did I hear you mention cheesecake?”
“That’s for tomorrow, but I did make brownies — egg and dairy free.”
Lizzie clasped her hands together in delight and leaned toward T’Pol, “Mama only bakes for special occasions. Her brownies are so good!”
Trip stood up to clear away the dinner dishes and his mother followed suit. T’Pol moved to join them, but he waved her off with a smile, “I’ve got it. I’ll see what tea they’ve got since you’re not big on coffee.”
Once dessert was finished, T’Pol excused herself for evening meditation.
A few minutes later Trip gestured vaguely, “I’m just gonna go check on T’Pol and see if she needs anything. Be right back.”
His parents exchanged a knowing look.
“Goodnight, son,” his dad called to his retreating back.
Trip knocked on the bedroom door so he wouldn’t startle T’Pol. He’d seen how fast she could react to a threat and sneaking up on her was likely to get him pinned down with her arm against his throat and … Whoa, easy there. He shook his head to clear it.
“Come in.”
She sat on the end of the bed in her snug t-shirt and loose pants pajamas looking just slightly … spacey.
“Hey, I don’t want to interrupt your quiet time. Just wanted to make sure you're ok.”
“I’m fine,” she answered too quickly.
He narrowed his eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“Chocolate has a … mildly intoxicating effect on Vulcan physiology,” she answered grudgingly.
Well, that was news to Trip! He grinned, “So you’re tipsy?”
She glared. “Slightly. I have been trained to act while under the influence of a variety of intoxicants and will continue to perform any necessary duties that may arise,” she assured him.
She’d retreated into formality and couldn’t seem to settle on a focal point when looking at his face, so yeah, she was definitely a little drunk.
“Of course. Never doubted you… you look a little wobbly though.”
“Your sister was very insistent that I share a second slice with her. I did not believe it would cause any difficulties. However, the effect was slightly more potent than I anticipated.” T’Pol sounded almost apologetic.
Trip winced, “Yeah, uh… Mom told me she accidentally added the cocoa twice and was really relieved the brownies still tasted all right.”
T’Pol tilted her head adorably. “Then it appears my initial judgment was sound. I simply failed to anticipate the… human element. I will not repeat that error.”
“So, is there anything I can do? You need water or a cup of tea? Want me to get out of your hair? I can go sleep on the couch and say I was snoring—“
“No! That will not be necessary.”
“Ok, then what do you need?”
She looked so reluctant to answer it tugged at his heart.
He sat down beside her. “Come on, T’Pol. You’ve done so much for me. Tell me how I can help you.”
“I have simply done my duty to the best of my abilities,” she deflected softly.
He snorted. “Duty is getting the sensor and engine upgrades going. Watching my back is duty. Calming me down when Matt was rushed to the hospital? Watching silly movies with me? Coming here with me and charming the pants off my folks? Honey, we’re way past duty. Maybe you think you’re just really good at your job and maintaining cover - and you are - but you’re also … you’re really good at being my best friend. We’re in this together. And you and me? We make a hell of a team. So whatever you need right now, I’ve got you. Okay?”
She looked at him, emotion pooling in her dark expressive eyes until she blinked it away. Her brow creased like she was considering something.
“Since we are in no immediate danger, the most sensible course of action would be to rest and allow my body to metabolise the toxins naturally.”
He nodded, and she continued, “Normally I would meditate to calm my mind before sleep, but the effects are making it difficult to achieve the desired state of mind. However, I believe listening to a familiar voice could provide a grounding effect.”
It took him a moment to hear the request in her words. “So, you want me to stay here and talk to you?” he checked.
“If it is not an inconvenience.”
“It’s not. But even if it was, I would gladly be inconvenienced if it made things easier for you.” A little embarrassed by his own vehemence, he stood abruptly. “Just gonna change and brush my teeth.”
When he returned she was sitting exactly as he’d left her, listing slightly to one side.
“You sure you’re gonna be able to sleep next to a smelly human?” he teased.
She made a show of sniffing the air in jest. Something indecipherable passed across her face. It wasn’t disgust, but whatever it was disappeared in a blink as she leaned back, gripping the bedcover tightly.
“Your scent is not offensive to me, Trip.”
Before he could work out how to respond to that, she’d moved up the bed and curled up on her side, closing her eyes.
Trip followed suit and laid on his back with his hands tucked behind his head. He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, “So is hitting the chocolate and shacking up with boys the kind of erratic behaviour your mom worries about?”
T’Pol frowned slightly. “When word of our pairing reached Vulcan, she told me to expect a formal communique regarding the dissolution of my betrothal. She was not pleased.”
Trip was stunned. He really didn’t like the idea of causing problems for her. Or the idea of her having a fiancé, for that matter.
“You’re engaged? he spluttered as he turned to face her fully. “Is this- am I causing you trouble?”
She waved a hand in dismissal without even opening her eyes. “It is a formality. I was issued an ultimatum regarding my betrothal prior to accepting assignment on Earth. I preferred a position on the integration team over marriage to Koss. Activation of my secondary assignment - our situation - simply makes me more undesirable. Thus the ‘greetings t’sai’ letter.”
His jaw dropped. “Was that a ‘Dear John’ joke?” he asked incredulously.
She looked pleased with herself.
“Well, I’m glad you think it’s funny! Geez, T’Pol. I thought I’d ruined your whole life!”
She didn’t quite snort. “Hardly.” After a moment she added, “I may be divulging too much information in my inebriated state.”
“Not from my perspective, and you know I’ll keep your secrets, but we can talk about something else.”
Trip settled onto his back again and rambled on with occasional replies from T’Pol. He talked about how glad he was to have met her, his opinions about the upcoming Vulcan-Starfleet mission, how he would improve the sensor installation prior to testing, and a rundown of the various family members she might meet at Lizzie’s graduation party the following day.
After a quiet minute he thought she’d fallen asleep until she suddenly whispered his name rather intently.
For a horrible second he thought she was going to tell him she needed to vomit. He turned on his side to face her. “Yeah?”
“You have a very interesting face,” she told him, staring at said face for a moment and raising her hand in his direction slightly before tucking it under her pillow and closing her eyes again.
“Okaaaay,” he laughed. “Thanks, I guess?”
“I don’t think I’d get tired of looking at it,” she mumbled sleepily.
By the time he could process the thought what does that mean? he realised she was actually asleep this time.
He looked at her peaceful features, grateful she felt safe enough to let her guard down with him. After a moment he became aware he might be moving past friendly affection toward something like longing and turned away before he could reach creepy staring territory.
He let the steady sound of her breathing behind him soothe him until he hit on another realisation: he’d been joking around with his dad before, but he might really be in trouble here.
#star trek enterprise#trip x t'pol#spy-ay-ay-ay#au fic#my fic#not a fic#vibes for sumire#I can’t even remember my own tags#no plot just vibes
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✨ weekend wip exposure club ✨
rules: post 7 sentences/a snippet of an unfinished work
@hyperbolicgrinch @theotherwhybietoldmeso Happy Weekend!
Please enjoy another snippet from my Newsies Musical Rewrite (the fic ain't fightin' me anymore, hallelujah praise jesus)
“Look, fellas, the cops ain’t gonna care about a bunch of kids” he assured before he looked over at David. “Right Davey?” he asked. David blinked before he shook his head. “I…don’t ask me, Jack. I’m not a part of this” he argued. Jack looked at him in shock. “Not a part of this? What you think the rest of us are just here on play time?” he snapped. David groaned. “No, that’s not—” he started before he sighed. “Jack, I’m not a newsie. I don’t understand your world” he explained. Jack shook his head as he jumped off the stack of newspapers and walked over to him. “Davey, you don’t have to understand my world to know that what Pulitzer is doing is wrong. Just because we make pennies don’t give them the right to rub our noses in it” he hissed, just as David looked at him. “Jack, it doesn’t matter. You can’t strike. You’re not a union” he argued. Jack frowned. “What if I says we is?” he asked. David blinked, surprised by the question, before he huffed. “Well, there’s a lot of stuff you gotta have in order to be a union. Like…membership” he stated, causing Jack to frown before he motioned behind him to the rest of the newsies. “What do you call these guys?” he asked. “And officers” David continued. “I nominate Jack president!” Crutchie exclaimed. “Ah gee, I’m touched” Jack replied, his eyes never leaving David’s as he crossed his arms. “Alright then, what about a statement of purpose?” he asked. Jack scoffed. “Yeah, must’ve left those in my other pants” he grumbled, just as Racetrack jumped up onto the stack of newspapers and looked at them. “Um…what’s a statement of purpose?” he asked. “A reason for forming a union” David replied, just as Jack looked at him. “Well what reason do the trolley workers have?” he demanded. David shrugged. “I don’t know! Uh…wages, work hours, safety on the job?” he replied. Jack huffed. “Well who don’t need that?” he exclaimed. David sighed. “Jack—” he started just as Jack looked at him. “Hey, don’t you doctors have a union?” he asked. David blinked before he shook his head. “No…we don’t” he replied. Jack hummed. “Well, I bet if your father had a union, you wouldn’t need to be working at his shop” he mused, causing David to look at him with wide eyes before he took a step back, a mixture of hurt and anger in his eyes. “That’s low, Jack Kelly” he hissed.
Tagging: anyone who wants to play
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FAQ
Welcome to the vintage theatre showdown! The Vintage Theatre Actress Tournament to determine the hotness of vintage theatre ladies will begin Saturday, April 13. Submissions are currently closed! Hot male actors will come soon, but I’m in a ladies mood at the moment.
Can I currently submit hotties?
Submissions for hot fellas are CLOSED.
How long will the finals last?
The semifinals will begin on Saturday, November 9th and last one week.
What are the criteria for contestants?
Your hottie must:
Have a significant theatre career - ie, more than two theatre credits to their name, have played leading or featured roles, won awards, etc.
Have had a decent chunk of their career take place pre-70s (ie if they made their stage debut in an ensemble in 1969 but then became famous in years to come, I’m not counting it). Similarly, a decent chunk of their career must have taken place post-1900 (ie if their last stage role ever was in February of 1900, not gonna count it).
Exceptions to the above will be accepted at my discretion - for example, maybe they only played one or two shows but earned a Tony Award. To take into account the racism of past theatre, exceptions will be made nearly always for the sake of inclusivity and diversity
What counts as theatre?
I am accepting performers from plays, musicals, revues, and operas. Other types of stage performers (for example, comedians and ballerinas) will be accepted on a case by case basis, provided a case could be made that their stage career involved a degree of acting. I’m accepting Broadway, West End, worldwide productions, tours, even regional theatre counts! One of my personal favorite submissions for the ladies tournament was a Peking opera performer!
What counts as vintage?
The timeline to be considered vintage for this tournament is 1900-1969. A fella can have a significant chunk of his career post 1970 or in the 19th century, but at least some of it has to be within this time frame.
Can I submit propaganda?
Yes! You can send propaganda to my asks or submissions, or you can tag me in reblogs or posts. However, I won’t be posting or reblogging any propaganda until the tournament starts except the posts I have queued to lead up to the tournament’s beginning.
What tags do you track?
I track the tags #vintagestagehotties and #vintagestagepoll
The #vintagestagepoll will be the tag for all of the polls, while #vintagestagehotties is for anything relating to the tournament.
Other tags include #propaganda, which is pretty self explanatory, #losers highlights, highlighting some of our performers who are gone but not forgotten, and #mini polls for fun miniature pools featuring our contestants.
Why did you use this photo/propaganda/etc…?
Propaganda is entirely submitted. I try to remain as impartial as possible and will simply post the propaganda that is submitted to me, however I will not use negative propaganda.
For photos I try to use the main photo submitted whenever possible. I try to make sure the photo is from the period that they were active on stage within the time frame (ex I didn’t use use a pic of Greer Garson from the 40s when she wasn’t doing any stage work, I didn’t use any pics of Sarah Bernhardt from before the 20th century, etc). Other than that I try to make sure that you can clearly see their face, it’s not too blurry, and there’s no watermarks (I have a watermark remover but if it doesn’t work I’ll use the image in propaganda and find a different main picture). I also prefer not to use pictures where stage makeup or wigs change their natural appearance too much.
If you dislike the photo used for an actress or actor, send me an alternative and I’ll see what I can do!
How will the pairs be selected?
For round 1, I pit similar decades against each other and then am more random in following rounds.
There is a lot of overlap between theatre stars and film stars, and a great many major vintage film stars had successful theatre careers as well. So, in order to avoid the last rounds turning into a hot movie star competition, early rounds will see the incredibly famous movie stars pitted against each other. This is in the spirit of fairness to give lesser known performers with only theatre careers more of a fighting chance.
Will there be future polls?
Yes! In addition to the poll for vintage stage men, I have a few others planned - vintage women in STEM is pretty definite, and I’m tossing around the idea of a silent film star poll, a vintage ballerina poll, a femme fatale poll, and a poll just for vintage opera stars. And to be honest there’s enough vintage stage women in the world that I could easily do a second tournament for them! And clearly I HAVE to do a Peter Pan actress poll in the very near future.
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Had a question about who our favorite Zenigata partner is in a server I'm in and now I can't stop thinking about them. Tis the zaza sickness.
anyway here's literally all of the characters Zenigata's been partnered with that i could find (within reason). if anyone wants to elaborate on any of these guys (cough yata cough) please feel free to go absolutely ham. *(obligatory spoiler warning for a whole lotta lupin specials, waow-- notably zenigata keibu since that's probably the most unwatched of everything i cover. but if youre here im guessing youre as unfortunately well-versed as i am so LETS FRIGGIN GET INTO IT)
Starting off nice n' mellow. I'm pretty neutral on Yata, tbh. I just think he's neat and it's easy enough to write him and not much else. I've rambled about him being a stand-in for the viewer before, but overall i just don't have all that many thoughts on the guy (seriously someone please do yata). ironic considering he's hands-down the most prevalent sidekick to date, but alas. head remains empty.
MARIYA. Mariya my girlie oh how i love thee. finally, someone with a Gimmick on par with Mr. my-sword-can-cut-anything. Plus she's super sweet and smart and sharp and just an all-around endearing character. AND SHE'S DIFFERENT!! she's tagging along with Zenigata of her OWN FREE WILL like gurl what are you THINKING. there isn't a shred of coherent interview material to draw from this man, especially about Lupin. The dynamic they end up developing is on point, though!! Zenigata's initial total miscall of it aside, It's just plain ol' wholesome. If Yata's his surrogate son than Mariya's obviously his daughter. No shot in hell they don't at least keep in contact after the special's done. plus her snapping a pic of him every time he eats shit is peak comedy journalism
MOTHAFUCKIN' MELON COP!! an absolutely magical reefer-smokin' shitbag, especially in the edgy Tokyopop translation. He's a great foil to our otherwise serious(ly neurotic) manga Zenigata. Not to mention the combative potential with a down the line Melon.... ough. A more toned-down "newer part"-esque Zeni getting slapped with an extremely smug and insistent reminder of his angstlord past is such a delicious concept to me. i will be using this guy extensively in that exact way one of these days-- he's too fun not to.
a bit of a sidenote but i've gotta point fingers at gray jacket again (can't recommend it enough) for having my favorite melon depiction in fic; walther recently had him show up in their fic secondhand vanity as well (which i also can't recommend enough), so needless to say i think he has some fun potential.
Sakuraba and Kunikida from the live-action show get honorable mentions, obviously. They're both so different yet learn so much from Zenigata all the same. As far as reacting to the inspector goes, they're the ideal Yatas (again i am so so sorry yata-- surely someone will do you justice). Even though they aren't technically "new" to the force they're new to the Zenigata Shenanigans, and that is where the entertainment factor is. Sakuraba's the traditionalist keibu method-doubter whereas Kunikida's this mousey blue around the gills fella, and over their respective case file appearances, they both gain faith in/learn confidence from Zenigata, respectively. It really is a great bit of development to watch play out.
I'm gonna count The Guys™️ as a collective group/formless mass with maybe one of the Guyest of Guys as Zenigata's right hand Guy, like that one dude in Cagliostro. Apparently the name he's given in one of the dubs is Sam?? That's neat. Sam's neat. for anyone interested in some homework, here's the link to the highly informative lupin forum thread i found that out from: [x]
But yeah the Guys! Right from the start, Zenigata having this army of inexplicably and absurdly loyal cops was always a fun trope and i love to see 'em whenever they show up. I had this idea ages ago for this fake documentary-style miniseries based around them-- all the usual Lupin nonsense goes on in the background while we get a peek at the typically unseen shenanigans happening on the law-bearing side. Getting assigned to the lupin taskforce is probably seen as some kind of punishment, but that just makes the camaraderie all the more tight-knit. There'd be some behind-the-scenes Zenigata/how he interacts with them, what they get up to on their own whack case assignments when they're in a Lupin sighting lull.... hell maybe we even learn why they're all so damn loyal to this one supposedly hyper-independent guy. I think it'd be fun but maybe that's just the Zenigata hopeful in me. Surely he's capable of building some semblance of rapport with the fine group of folks he drags around the world with him....
Let's just rip the band-aid off-- I dislike Oscar with a burning passion. which is weird, right? because i like Melon Cop, the dude who's totally cool with straight-up cold-blooded judge/jury/executioner-style murder. I dunno dude the obsessive daddy kink simping's just too feckin' weird for me. i checked the hell out so fast. If the goal was to make Oscar extremely disquieting, they friggin' did it. Granted he was written to be a bit whack from the start, and getting raised(?)/mentored by THAT Zenigata would irreversibly mess anyone up. I get that the fucked up-ness is part of the appeal, but man. How anyone can gravitate towards Oscar without heavily modifying his whole deal escapes me.
I've seen him written tolerably in fic maybe... twice? He's in gray jacket (there it is again!) and SMRO (needs no introduction nor explanation), so obligatory kudos to anyone who can wrangle [gestures vaguely at all of that].
Vicky though. Vicky Flannigan from Island of Assassins is so goddamn funny. Still can't believe they took one of the most badass Zenigata character designs and actively went out of their way to make him bedridden. I've seen folks call him "Proto-Yata" and. Yeah. Can't argue. He's a glorified babysitter, if anything, and the only reason he's even remotely effective is because he (accidentally) broke both of Zenigata's legs. Funniest shit istg
ICPO LADIES!!! They're cute. Designs could be better but it's Babylon yknow. Despite being an admittedly fun romp, the special has its obvious.... uh. issues. product of its time and all that. iykyk. anyway LADIES. They're competent. They take No Shit from Zenigata. The random little crush that comes out of nowhere between Chinjao and Goemon is cute as hell. Plus, I've seen some pretty rockin' fandom redesigns floating around.... wouldn't mind in the slightest if they made a comeback.
I'm gonna lump all of the Betrayers into one category: Emily O'Brien from Angel Tactics, Kazami from Fuma Conspiracy, and Terry Crown from Alcatraz Connection. Never expected the "Zenigata's partner is the bad guy!!1" trope would be so prevalent, but it tracks in retrospect. It's a neat enough idea-- bummer they never seemed to nail it down, though.
The only reason O'Brien is so predictable is because she's so goddamn unlikable. There's hardly any screentime of them working together and in every single scene, the incompetency just feels so blatantly intentional its almost offensive lmao. Zero surprise in the slightest when she showed her true colors-- just mild annoyance, which tracks for the whole special tbh. Only worthwhile parts are the beginning and the end, and absolutely none of that has anything to to with O'Brien.
Kazami just has that chump secondary villain face y'know. Again, a bit on the nose how obnoxiously dorkish he is-- but them playing up him putting on his glasses so Fujiko can recognize him got a little laugh outta me, ngl. He served his purpose, plain and simple.
I'll never know whether Crown was predictable or not because I stumbled across ""Evil Columbo"" before I watched Alcatraz, but despite the spoiler I can at least say he isn't lame as shit. Pre-reveal, he's probably the closest we'll get to a taste of what Melon might be like in modern Lupin media. He's your run-of-the-mill corrupt sleazebag detective-- steals evidence, generally doesn't give a fuck, takes cheap jabs at Zenigata-- but their final standoff is what puts him above Kazami for me. Just a real melodramatic overdramatic moment of Zenigata Zenigata-ing his heart out.
Welcome to the ELDERLY MEN CATEGORY, OORAH. The old guy from Twilight Gemini, Kogoro Akechi from the pilot, and George McFly from First Contact. I could track down Gemini old guy's name, but I hand-to-god couldn't care less. The only worth a damn thing Gemini's given me is that one jigzeni screenshot, so we're just gonna move on to the next two.
Not much of Akechi, huh. He only shows up in the pilot and doesn't do anything of note besides be someone for Lupin to disguise himself as. Dare i say Goemon was a more effective ally to Zenigata than Akechi...? yeah sure, why not. Goemon's a zeni sidekick. i'll die on that hill. anyway I believe he's also a reference to a pre-existing character...? like Lupin, Goemon, and Zenigata are. All in all its probably for the best that he didn't make it to part 1.
Finally, the only old guy that actually has aspects to talk about. I actually really like McFly and the role he plays in First Contact; it isn't Zenigata learning from whoever his partner may be, but McFly learning from Zenigata. He's a jaded, on-the-verge-of-retirement type that thinks he's seen all the force has to offer, but here comes this young (is he considered "young" in this?? early, maybe) freak-ass foreigner cop with a vendetta he's practically frothing at the mouth to rectify. Neither of them are exactly enthused to be working together, but McFly sticks around anyway and learns to see past a lot of Zenigata's first impression baggage; the tenacity, the passion, the genuineness of it all. Not only does he want to make real change, but the crazy bastard can actually friggin' do it. ...Or at the very least make a sizable dent.
Zenigata sincerely adheres to the idea of what a cop's supposed to be, fundamentally, and not what a "cop" actually is, as a vague collective occupational concept. Zenigata has a genuine effect on McFly-- enough to make him just the slightest bit less soured by the end of it all. It's a nice sentiment; that no matter where you are in life, ideas can still change. It's a small arc that flies beneath the radar of everything else, but i noticed it. I FRIGGIN' NOTICED IT, MAN
tl;dr Zenigata's a lonely guy, sure, but he doesn't have to be.
That should cover all of the significant parts/specials/movies, but if i missed anyone (any notable episodes? manga?) lemme know. Either way, it's nice finally having 'em all in one place.
#wym 'partner' isnt plural??#lupin iii#z#y#mariya#m#sakuraba#kunikida#the guys#just needed a nice even three for the old guy category ykno#jigen's exes is an obvious continuation of this “oddly specific category of character" sorta thing#but that's waaaay down the line#or i might just smack some images/names/where they're from stuff up instead of rant about 'em.... idk
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💀 🔥 and 👑 for Finn and Quinn, if that’s okay!!
That's perfectly okay! Thank you, Cyn! Vil answered here (
Edit: I forgot Quinn oops 💀
Sam is the only staff member Finn likes (he is neutral to Trein, though). Sam is not loud or obnoxious or irritating or a prick, and he's actually useful, unlike most people. He is admittedly quite curious about Sam's culture and would like to learn about it, but he doesn't know how to form such a demand.
Finn actually bought Sam's mystery drink, much to Azul's horror, and simply smiled and continued to drink it when Azul demanded a reason for his "traitorous act". He finds Azul and Sam's "rivalry" quite entertaining.
Sam is fond of Finn and can tell he's a curious little fella who wants to learn things. He's patiently waiting for Finn to ask about his culture. He can see the burning curiosity in those amtheyst eyes, after all.
Sam can see Finn's siblings, no matter the time of year, and they gave him quite a fright when Finn first walked into his store. Sam mentions his friends on the other side a number of times, and I hc he has a special connection to ghosts and spirits through his magic and can see them when others can't. Sam is, like some others, concerned about Finn because his health is visibly detoriating. Sam is quite sure it's got something to so with those ghost babies.
Ohhh boy this is gonna be a long one
Finn is either neutral to most of the student body because he doesn't know or hasn't met them, hates them because he unfortunately does know and has met them, or -rarest of all- likes them. Idia falls into the second option.
Finn has come to visit Azul during clubs a number of times and has subsequently met Idia. Finn does not like Idia.
Quiet? Shy? Bullshit, the bastard runs his mouth a mile a minute, no wonder he gets along with Azul. Fnnn does not like Idia's attitude, nor does he like Idia's personality. Idia's unwanted comments about his weight or teeth when Azul wasn't there does not help matters. Finn is always ten seconds from turning into Riddle's long-lost twin when speaking with Idia for too long.
Idia just rubs Finn the wrong way. He insists Azul should not be spending as much time with Idia as he does. He's even bringing gamer lingo home! (Finn doesn't dislike video games he just hates the way Idia talks). Finn does enjoy tormenting Idia at any opportunity he can.
Meanwhile, Idia is terrified of Finn and finds him incredibly creepy. It's like the little guy crawled out of an indie horror game, put on a uniform, and started going to school. And those paintings? It's like something out of a fucking creepypasta.
Finn's UM is also horror material, according to Idia. He even called Finn "a limited live action bodysnatcher experience," much to Finn's displeasure. He refused to allow Finn to touch him out of fear of Finn doing who knows what with his appearance and voice once he figured out how said UM works.
Finn is #1 on Idia's "NRC's Most Turbo Sus Background Character List, Source: Idia Shroud" (not to be confused with the turbo sus dorm leader and turbo sus vice dorm leader lists) since as much as a creepy sea mosnter Finn is, he's more of a side character in the general scheme of things.
Idia questions Azul's choice of partner (he saw Azul and Finn smooch once, it was disgusting) and wonders if Azul is broken somehow. Brainwashed, maybe.
Yeah, they don't like each other and avoid one another at all costs. Idia tries to find blackmail on Finn, just in case. Finn purposefully flashes his teeth and changes eye colour just to see all colour drain from Idia's face. He even spoke to Idia using Ortho's voice, though he will admit it was a low blow even if he doesn't regret it.
It's just best these two don't interact.
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