#ALSO THE FACT NIGHTMARE TIME ONLY DROPS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SHOW

[autistic-yuri]

God I hate Richie and Ruth’s death scenes (affectionately) because they make me so upset. This show really effectively gets across the fact that these are teens who don’t deserve this, and it makes it so depressing

[daddyy333]

“Bucky, please” | Bucky Barnes x y/n

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

word count: 2.0k

warnings: masturbating, reader is caught masturbating, oral (f receiving)

summary: Bucky hears you calling his name, little does he know the real reason is a lot better than what he imagined

Bucky was sitting on the couch, he’d just gotten back to the compound and it was 10pm so he assumed you were sleeping and left you alone. He took a shower and changed into his favorite gray sweatpants, watching one of your favorite shows that you almost never stopped talking about.

He heard soft groans and moans coming from your bedroom and at first he thought he was just hearing things or maybe you were talking in your sleep. That was until he heard you say “ohh, Bucky,”

He instantly paused the tv, even though the volume was only at 5 he needed to make sure he was actually hearing what he thought he was hearing. A few moments go by and you said it again.

“Ahh!….mmm- oh god- Bucky!” You said and he stood up, slowly making his way to your bedroom. He was slightly worried, were you hurt? Were you having a nightmare?

“Bucky, please!” You said and he sped up. As he got to the door your noises got louder and louder. “Ahhh!! Yes, yes fuuuck!” You moaned and Bucky quickly opened the door.

There you were on your soft, gray jersey sheets. You weren’t hurt at all, in fact quite the opposite. You were practically naked, your thin tank top exposing your plump mounds and your taut nipples. Your legs were spread just enough to slip your fingers in your gushing pussy, bare and on display for Bucky to see entirely, your other hand rubbing your clit.

Your legs were shaking hard and your back arched off the bed, your jaw dropped open in a perfect ‘O’ letting out the prettiest groans of pleasure. Bucky's eyes widened and he nearly felt dizzy at how fast the blood rushed to his dick.

“Uhh! Shit- oh god, Bucky!” You shouted, pulling your fingers out and trying to make it seem like you're not in the middle of an orgasm. “I’m- ahhh! I’m sorry- oh god!” You said, gasping and whimpering.

He quickly closed the door and groaned, how could he be so stupid? You’re a girl and you have needs, he should’ve knocked at least. He palmed his half hard dick, needing it to not seem like he enjoyed watching you like some kind of pervert. Oh god, was he a perv now?

He made quick work of walking into the kitchen, shaking his hand and running a hand through his hair. He heard you open the door and quickly reached down and hid his boner. You came out wrapped in those silky robes you always wear, making his dick twitch.

“I’m- I-I’m so sorry Bucky, I- I didn’t know that you were home” you said, legs still shaking as you looked up at him with your pretty doe eyes, face flushed and breath shaky and uneven. He cleared his throat and said “I- I should’ve knocked, I just I was in the living room and I heard you and I-I thought you were hurt or something”

“Oh god- y-you heard me?” You asked and he nodded, looking down nervously. He sighed and said “are you- are you okay? You’re shaking” “I’m- well, I- yea I’m fine. I’m sorry” you said again, sitting down at the island.

You cleared your throat and said “how…h-how much did you hear?” You asked, you knew he’d seen everything so there was no point in asking that but you would rather die than have Bucky know that you think of him and moan his name when you masturbate.

“Uhh you know…your…noises” he said awkwardly, cringing on the inside. He took a deep breath and said “also I heard you…I could’ve sworn I heard you say my name. That’s kinda why I was super concerned” “oh god,” you groaned, burying your head into your hands.

Bucky sat up on the counter and said “it’s- i-it’s fine you know, I…I mean I know you don’t have much time to date and stuff. If- I-If you have to use me that’s- I mean it’s fine I just didn’t realize you even thought of me more than a roommate or a friend”

“Yea uhm…I just- I- I’m gonna go back to my room. I’ll see you tomorrow” you said and stood up, rolling your eyes at how shaky your legs still were. Bucky sighed and let his head fall back against the counters behind him.

He felt so stupid. He should’ve known, how could be such a dumbass? He hopped off the counter and made his way to your room again, he wanted to apologize again and keep things from being awkward between you two.

He was going to knock but then he stopped himself. He sighed, his boner getting uncomfortable now. He couldn’t help it, you just looked so gorgeous and adorable, a post-orgasm haze still evident in your eyes the entire time he spoke to you.

He contemplated it a few more moments before he decided against it, about to walk away when the door opened. You gasped slightly, looking up at the tall, tan, and gorgeous man in front of you. He looked at your lips and you smirked, pulling him down to kiss him.

He genuinely wasn’t expecting that, a surprised moan leaving his lips. He placed his hands on your waist carefully, pulling you in closer. “Sorry, I can’t breathe,” he said, obviously flustered and nervous.

You chuckled and said “I just take your breath away, don’t I?” “yea you do” he said, smirking. He cupped your cheek and kissed you again, wrapping his arms around you and holding you up.

“Ahh! Bucky, oh my god put me down” you said and he smiled. He wrapped your legs around his waist, brushing your hair out of your face as he said “you could've just asked for my help, you know? Can't believe those tiny fingers do anything for you,”

You instantly blushed, hiding your face in his chest. “Bucky!” You said, giggling. He walked you over to your bed, setting you down gently. He pulled his shirt off, dropping to his knees.

He pulled the loose knot on your robe, finding you with no pants still and the same lousy excuse of a shirt. He ripped it off with his metal hand, palming your right breast. He trailed his hand down to your sensitive clit, rubbing it softly.

“Wait- wait Bucky,” you said and he instantly stopped, sneaking a taste before you sat up again. He looked up at you with soft eyes and said “what is it? Is this too much?” “I just…what are we?” You asked and he blushed.

He caressed your thigh as he said “I’m yours forever, babe. And you’re mine. I dare you to try and get away from me. You’re stuck with me for life” He kissed your knee gently, massaging your upper thighs.

You giggled, leaning down and kissing him softly as you cupped the sides of his head. He pulled away and pushed you back lightly, burying his head into your wet cunt. You gasped, his nose nudging at your clit as his tongue played with the slick spilling from your clenching hole.

“Bucky…” you gasped softly, you were so sensitive from your previous orgasm. He worked his arms under your thighs and his hands circled to the top of them, holding them open as he devoured your pussy.

He moaned into your pussy, tongue fucking at a torturous pace. You squirmed, pulling on his hair as you whimpered and moaned his name over and over like a prayer.

“Baby…fuck,” he groaned, the fluttering of your pussy around his tongue making him go crazy. He pulled away from you regretfully, sliding his fingers into your sweet little pussy.

Your back arched off the bed, your leg shaking slightly when he rubbed your clit harshly. You gasped a tightening in your belly already forming after less than minutes of him eating you out like a starved man.

You’d never been brought to an orgasm this fast by any one or any thing, and to say you were in shock was an understatement. You whined as your pussy clenched sporadically, barely fighting the urge to let go and cum all over Buckys face.

“Bucky I- ahh! ohh god!” You moaned, squirting all over his face and neck and all over the bed too. Your legs were shaking so damn hard and your vision blurred, your breathing stopped as you came harder than you ever have before.

Bucky smiled as he sat up, licking up what he could from around his mouth. “God, that was hot” he said and laughed, caressing your thighs. You cleared your throat, you hearing still muffled as you said “holy shit,” through a heavy sigh.

He blushed, realizing he just made yku squirt. He’d heard about it in locker rooms and just classic overhearing before but always thought he’d never see it happen let alone make a girl do it. It’s his first time in 70 years and he did it in less than five minutes.

You sighed softly as you finally felt somewhat back to earth. “Bucky…” you said, reaching for him. He grabbed your hand and said “I’m here, pretty girl,” You giggled and looked down at the mess from between your legs.

“Oh god…I-I’m so sorry,” you said and he grinned. He shook his head and said “God, don’t be sorry. Please, do it again” He leaned down and lapped up the remainder of your orgasm, moaning and whining at the taste.

You gasped, squealing slightly. You were super sensitive and a little overstimulated at this point, but you wanted his cock. When he pulled away, you sat up and started working his belt off.

“Wait- w-wait…” he said and you furrowed your brows. You quickly stopped what you were doing and took your hands away. He gulped slightly and said “I just- it’s….I-I haven’t…I haven’t done this in a long time,”

You could see he was really nervous and embarrassed about this, which you only found adorable. “Bucky, it’s okay. We don’t have to do it all tonight. Sure would like to, but that doesn’t mean we have to” you said and giggled, kissing his head.

He sighed with relief, closing his eyes at the feel of your soft lips brushed against his hairline. “Thank you…for understanding,” he said and you smiled.

You caressed his cheek as you pulled back, licking your lips. You smirked softly as you said “do you….want any help with that? Doesn’t have to be the full thing, remember? I can just use my hands or maybe my mouth”

“No, no doll. You’re already tired, I can see it in your eyes. Maybe another time. I’ll be fine in a little bit,” he said and you rolled your eyes. He chuckled and said “come on, let’s get cleaned up. Made quite the mess,”

You blushed softly as he stood up, picking you up bridal style. He brought you to the bathroom, setting you down on the toilet seat. He wiped you down with a washcloth, gentle hands massaging your twitchy thighs.

You slowly followed behind him, holding his hand to the bedroom. You sat down, pulling his shirt over your head, smiling because you smelled like Bucky now. He tugged you down so you were flush against his chest, already tired and ready to sleep.

You giggled and turned around, looking up at him. He smiled tiredly at you, kissing your face a few times. “You’re beautiful,” he mumbled. You chuckled and said “you’re beautiful…peeping Tom”

“Hey!” He said and swatted your ass playfully. You squealed, giggling. He sighed and said “it wasn’t even like that” “I don’t know, was it?” You said and he rolled his eyes.

“Go to sleep” he grumbled, running his hand over your face to close your eyes. You smiled lazily and rested your head under his chin, sighing softly. He placed his hand on the small of your back, pulling you closer as he nuzzled his face into your hair, murmuring little sweet whispers about how beautiful you were.

As of now l'm writing for

Eddie Munson

Lo’ak

Neteyam

Sebastian Stan

Bucky Barnes

CW!Bucky Barnes

Chris Evans

Steve Rogers

Ari Levinson

So just comment the taglist you want to be added to and l'll add you :)

[icycoldninja]

the DMC boys (Dante, Vergil, Nero, V) finding out reader is pregnant???

Sparda boys + V x Pregnant!Fem!Reader headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Freaks the hell out--not out of disappointment or anger or anything like that, but out of excitement.

-Immediately starts researching dad jokes so he and Vergil can have a "dad-off" to see who can be cornier.

-Also helps you decorate and stuff, giggling and laughing the entire time.

-Talks a lot about his plans for the baby; how he wants to be a better dad than his was, how he wants to prepare it for demon hunting, and how he wants to train it to insult Vergil on sight.

-He's also got a whole-ass list of pranks to pull with the baby prepared, from chucking water balloons at your unsuspecting neighbors to TP-ing the neighborhood houses.

-Other than that clearly childish mischief, Dante's already rocking the "middle aged dad" vibes so he'll do fine.

■ Vergil ■

-His first thought was: "Oh no, not again."

-Vergil was legitimately afraid of having another child after what happened with Nero and his unknown mother, however, you managed to convince him that this would be different and that you wouldn't be going anywhere.

-Vergil had a lot of nightmares and troubled dreams the next few weeks. Though his heart wanted to believe you, his damaged mind had other plans, which it revealed to him in the form of horrible visions.

-With your help, and a lot of time, he got over these dark thoughts and began to see the light in having another child.

-Though he wouldn't dare speak it aloud, Vergil was convinced that the baby would reunite the Sparda family once and for all: Nero would finally have a sibling whom he'd want to visit, allowing Vergil to spend more time with his son, and since he, Nero, and the new baby would all be together, Dante would naturally join in and the boys could be bros again.

-After having that revelation, Vergil became noticeably more excited for the baby's birth.

□ Nero □

-Nero is excited but terrified.

-He's more than happy to learn you're expecting, but since he's so young, he's worried he won't make a good dad. You'd think he'd ask his parents for help, but no...he never knew his mom and his dad is less than pleasant.

-So, what does he do? Nothing. He puts his hood up and sits on the couch, doing nothing in tense silence.

-After an hour or so of brooding, he decides, fuck it, he's gonna wing it and be the best dad the Sparda bloodline will ever see.

-He proudly announces this fact over dinner at Devil May Cry, eliciting mixed responses, particularly from the soon-to-be-grandpa.

-You and Nero will be excellent parents who raise a happy, healthy child, he'll see to that.

● V ●

-Doesn't even know what being pregnant means, and can you really blame him? The only piece of literature he's ever read is William Blake's poetry, it's a miracle he can tie his shoes. Oh wait, he wears sandals.

-Griffon knows, somehow, and explains what it is. The minute the realization dawns upon him is the minute his eyes widen, his mouth drops open, and he nearly passes out.

-A baby, a real life baby is brewing gestating in your tummy and it's his?! He helped make life!? What?!

-V is ecstatic! He can't wait to read this baby bedtime stories, sing it lullabies, and rock it to sleep.

-Even his familiars are preparing; Griffon is ready to give it a light show with his magic and Shadow keeps bringing dead birds as gifts.

-V might be a complete noob when it comes to living life, but hey, so is your baby, so they can figure things out together.

[writeforfandoms]

Shadows 2

Find the John Price masterlist

For @glitterypirateduck O, Captain! Challenge. I used #18 for this chapter.

Trying to find a new normal after everything is hard, but Price makes things a little easier. A late-night conversation helps you both.

Warnings: Swearing, mention of past events, scars, past injuries, nightmares, unsettled emotions.

Word count: 1k

The town was amazing. You hadn't seen anything like it in a year, at least. 

Probably, anyway. Time had been a little hard to track while you'd been with the men. 

But the world had ended almost a year and a half ago, you were assured. 

The four who'd rescued you, albeit unknowingly, seemed to be the center of the town. The protectors. Everyone knew Gaz and Soap, the two most friendly of the four. (And also both taken, as you discovered on your first night there, a boisterous kind of family dinner with both of their significant others. That inspired a kind of ache that you pushed down out of long habit.) 

Ghost was quiet and watchful, probably the least trusting of the group. But in those first days, you saw how gently he treated the two women, voice gruff but sincere in his thanks. The single wandering sheep that meandered up to the house got gently but firmly redirected back to where it belonged. You'd known men like him before. Gruff, grumpy, soft as a marshmallow deep down. 

But Price… Price was something else. He made you feel safe. Probably just because he'd been the one to find you and cut you free, but still. He never raised his voice to you, never minded when you settled near him to read. 

That wasn't a feeling you were so willing to give up. 

Price had told you that you'd stay with them for a few days at most, until they found a better spot for you. You understood why - the house was a little crowded, with Gaz and his significant other, Ghost, and Price there full time. Soap seemed to bounce between the house and his parents’. 

But you didn't want to go. 

Oh, everyone in town was nice. Welcoming. Word got around that you were a nurse, and it didn't take long for people to start showing up asking your opinion, or asking you to look at something. 

Price just huffed and dragged the furniture around in the main room, giving you a corner with some privacy. 

A few days turned into a week, turned into two. Price didn't push about finding you another place to stay, and you never asked. 

You thought maybe he understood. Maybe he was being kind, giving you time to settle in, before bringing it up again. 

Three weeks into your stay, you woke from a nightmare, the lingering cruel laughter and screams still echoing in your ears. You sat up, hands shaking as you pushed the blanket off yourself, hunching over to try to breathe more normally. 

You hadn't had a nightmare in… a long time. You'd have been happy not to have another. Ever. 

Well. Might as well put the kettle on. 

You shuffled into the kitchen, simultaneously tired and vigilant, moving as quietly as you could. Tea was a calming ritual you'd gone without for a long time, but the muscle memory and timing hadn't left you. (And if you were oddly proud of the fact that you made the only cuppa the American would drink, well, nobody else had to know.) 

You'd just sat with your tea when you heard a stair creak. You tensed automatically, shifting your weight, fingers clenched around your mug. 

Price stepped into the kitchen, nodding to you. You returned the nod, shoulders uncoiling. 

“Still hot water left?” He asked, voice hushed.

“Plenty,” you agreed, waving a hand for him to help himself. “Shouldn't need to be reheated yet.” 

He got down his own mug, the soft sounds of him making tea helping soothe you fully back into the present. The warmth of your tea seeped into your hands, just on the verge between comforting and too hot. 

Somehow, you were still surprised when he sat across from you, gaze far too alert for the middle of the night. 

“Trouble sleeping?” 

“Mm.” You dropped your gaze to your mug, fingers tracing the handle. “You?”

He just shrugged, taking a sip of his tea. In the low light, a flash of color on his wrist caught your attention. You moved without conscious thought, one hand gently catching his. 

Both of you froze. 

“Sorry.” You started to pull your hand back. 

Price just switched his mug to his other hand and placed his hand back in yours. “Nothing to apologize for.”

You blew out a slow breath, looking into his eyes briefly before lifting your linked hands, just enough to get a better look at the scar near the heel of his hand. “What happened there?” 

He tipped your linked hands to look and then chuckled. “Burned myself on accident as a kid,” he said, shooting you an amused little smile. “Surprised you saw it.” 

You shrugged. “Must have been the lighting,” You dismissed, giving his hand one gentle squeeze before you released him. 

The two of you sat in comfortable silence together, drinking your tea. It was odd, how comfortable it was. You hadn't felt so at ease with anyone else since… before. Not all the way before, before the world ended, but before the men. Before the fire and the screaming. 

He was just… easy to be with. For you. 

“Alright there?” He kept his voice low, hand touching yours again briefly. “Look like you're about to nod off into your tea.” 

“Hm?” You blinked rapidly and looked at him. “Oh, I'm okay. Just thinking.” 

“Anything you want to share?” He kept the question mild, gentle. A clear invitation. 

You bit your lip, gaze refocusing on him. He held up steadily, unmoving, at ease. “Just… thinking that this is… comfortable.” Face burning, you dropped your gaze again, chewing lightly on your lip. 

You startled, just a little, when he took your hand again, warm fingers curling around yours. You looked back at him to find him smiling, just a little. 

“I'm glad,” he murmured, low and rougher than usual. “You deserve a safe place, and I'm happy to provide that for you. Here, or anywhere in town.” 

Your lips parted, eyes going wide, fingers clamping around his. 

He just smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling, and let you keep hold of his hand as he finished his tea.

[nnightskiess]

🌼 dating cara ward...

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⋆*·ﾟ Cara loves to softly play with your hair while you’re relaxing and watching some show on her bed after school.

⋆*·ﾟ Cara often writes songs about you but will deny this, even if her blush betrays her.

⋆*·ﾟ Cara's often tucked on your bed singing covers of her favourite songs or practising new chords serving as a soft and welcome background noise as you're studying at your desk.

⋆*·ﾟ Do not be surprised to see her appearing on your doorstep at the most random times to take you on drives (or when she’s craving food). Then casually dropping the fact she made a playlist for you and pressing play, turning to you with the widest grin. She looks so carefree while singing along as her fingers drum against the steering wheel, and you love it.

⋆*·ﾟ Cara always has a KitKat or two on standby in her bag and will slide it up to you with a cheeky but adorable grin when she can sense you’re feeling off.

⋆*·ﾟ Naomi loves you for how soft and safe you make her little sister feel. Cara used humour to cope, but in the safety of her home, she lost all of her spark and turned quiet and distant. After meeting you, Naomi often catches Cara humming random songs around the house or dancing in her room while blasting music. Even if this interrupts Naomi from studying, she doesn't have the heart to tell her off. She's too grateful that she got her sister back.

⋆*·ﾟ Pip was very stand-offish with you at first. Cara is practically a sister to her who had already gone through hell and back, so she needed to make sure she could trust you with Cara's heart and overall well-being. Pip knows that when a person makes Cara feel safe and happy, the girl is quick to attach. It's an adorable golden retriever trait of hers, but Pip just didn't want it to go wrong.

⋆*·ﾟ When Pip realised you were serious about her friend, she let go of her grumpy pretences and welcomed you into her own life, as well.

⋆*·ﾟ Cara has extremely clingy moods and is so touch-starved in the most adorable way. It was a thing that started to appear after her mother passed away, whose presence and comfort she missed. She always needs to be playing with your fingers, have your hand in her lap to hold, reach out to hook your pinky while walking (and then swaying your arms), an arm around your waist, rest her head against your shoulder etc.

⋆*·ﾟ She often sneaks up to you and plants a big playful smooch on your cheek while being all smiley, then walks off again all obliviously as if she hasn't just made your heart explode.

⋆*·ﾟ Cara had a phase where she fell in love with those rollerskating TikToks and she desperately wanted to try her hand at it. She bought secondhand rollerskates for the both of you to practice. Refused to wear the safety gear and helmet you got her (since she said she forgot to buy those) because she didn't want to look silly. Only for her to then look the silliest with two scraped knees the next day at school. She quickly kissed the 'i told you so' off your face before you could say it after pulling her up. Still, she will often say it was one of the best non-dates she ever had with you. She laughed so hard that her belly ached the entire time.

⋆*·ﾟ Cara is that one friend in the friend group who takes pictures of everyone, so she loves taking candid photos of you. She has an entire album dedicated to the two of you on her phone to look at during dark days, or when she wakes up in the middle of the night after a nightmare and she sees you're still fast asleep on her screen, unable to talk to her.

⋆*·ﾟ Having said that, now that Pip is so busy, you take over Pip's initiative when it comes to lulling Cara to sleep with deep talks and watching shows. Sleepy Cara is the most adorable. From the way her eyelids start to droop to how soft she gets. Well, she will also try to deny she's falling asleep even when she's getting quieter and quieter.

⋆*·ﾟ You visit her workplace regularly and always at the same time. It's become quite a routine, so now Cara already has your order ready for you the second she hears the bell chime. This also includes Cara getting told off by her boss because she's chatting to you a lot and might have burned a thing or two because of it, especially when multitasking was hard in the beginning.

⋆*·ﾟ Cara is the absolute cutest in her apron with her messy bun and with a towel over her shoulder, a pout on her lips each time she ferociously wipes down the tables and then smiles brightly as she catches your gaze.

⋆*·ﾟ And... since you have a favourite table, there will often be a napkin waiting for you with a cute message written down. Some silly ones too, since Cara loves dad jokes and using the worst pickup lines just to see you roll your eyes or laugh at the stupidity of it all.

⋆*·ﾟ Cara has a backpack she's been using since she was twelve that's so worn but she's too attached to it now. She has a few pins and buttons on them and a fair few on there were a gift from you.

⋆*·ﾟ Her room is the safest place she knows. It's sacred to her. It's where she can let down her guard and stop the pretending... and shield herself from all the shit she's been through. So you see it as an honour that you're one of the few who she lets inside, figuratively and literally.

⋆*·ﾟ You often lazily braid Cara's hair during sleepovers, knowing how much it calms her down. Don't be surprised when she falls asleep, though. She loves how the soft tugging and playing with her hair and your fingers scraping her scalp lulls her to sleep.

⋆*·ﾟ Talking about that, the girl falls asleep in the most uncomfortable positions, but somehow she always ends up safely tucking herself into the covers all snugly sometime during the night. The sight never fails to warm your heart. It also breaks it, because she looks so vulnerable and it reminds you of the little Cara you've seen in photo albums shown to you by her grandparents. You hate how this current Cara, who's looking all innocent while asleep but has been through so much, will always carry a traumatic past of loss and betrayal with her. Something she never deserved.

⋆*·ﾟ She's home in your arms and she knows how safe she's in them, so it's her favourite place after a hard day, or any day for that matter. She's also fond of being the big spoon because she can lock you in her soft embrace, making sure nothing will happen to the two of you. Will throw a pillow at Naomi if she comes to disturb you from your bubble to tell you dinner's ready, after she got radiosilence the first time around.

⋆*·ﾟ Cara's always pulling you onto your lap and then tucks her chin on your shoulder as she continues her conversation with her friends. It's such a small but such a grande gesture to you all the same. You love it.

⋆*·ﾟ She's... not the best driver. But in her defence, she just needs a little more experience. Stalls often or takes sharp turns and bumps the occasional curb, then laughs her own mistakes away. That's exactly why you love her so... because she always tries to turn each negative into a positive.

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some of cara's song recs:

pancakes for dinner - lizzy mcalpine

reckless driving - lizzy mcalpine & ben kessler

room service - holly humberstone

love you more - racoon

walk - griff

so good at being in trouble - unknown mortal orchestra

everywhere - fleetwood mac

hey blondie - dominic fike

woo! - remi wolf

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more in part two, cara lovers 🥹 (and will probably be posted on my agggtm tumblr! <3

[cloveroctobers]

OCTOBER PROMPTS 🎃 — 9. Guero

A/N: im trying my best to complete my list for this fall season. In MY brain winter doesn’t start until December hits and winter isn’t officially until late December which blows my mind every time I look it up lol but don’t come at me X-mas lovers because I get it! just don’t bring that Holly jolly bs my way just yet 😉!!! Anyways missed my man so he’s next up for this short thing.

PROMPT is from HERE + I’m using: “Please, I’m begging you. don’t make me watch the nightmare before Christmas again.”

WARNINGS: language, family drama, mentions of violence, + slightly sexual content towards the bottom.

⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓ ⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓ ⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓ ⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓

“Fucking bitch makes me sick!” You huff as you flail the bed sheet up into the air for what should have been the fifth time.

Guero is smirking to himself, fresh out of the shower in his lounge wear, leaning against the doorframe that leads back into the bathroom.

You just got back from your outing with your sister-in-law and niece maybe twenty minutes ago but Guero figured things must have gone left when he heard you mumbling to yourself while he was drying off. He even called out to you through the crack of the door as he got dressed asking who you were talking to, since he didn’t see you on the phone and you didn’t hesitate to continue your rants.

“What she do this time?” Guero questions, knowing this tangent was aimed at your sister-in-law, since you only tolerated her and adored your niece.

Throwing the sheet against the mattress in frustration you whip around to face your boyfriend, “what doesn’t she do?! You know how she is.”

Guero nodded his head. He did in fact know how your sister-in-law was and he also didn’t care for her either—not just because you didn’t fuck with her but they got into a debate about guns that left a sour taste in Guero’s mouth. He didn’t have to engage with her much like you did but he definitely listened every time you vented that she annoyed the shit out of you…so in a sense she was still around him too.

He waited for you to continue as you began pacing now, “was I not tasked a week ago to get Ely her dress for the fall dance because her mother’s dumbass was too busy partying with her best friend of a mayor—who’s she’s probably screwing and my brother’s oblivious ass was too tied up with work?”

Eloise, or as you both called her, “Ely,” was your twelve year old niece that was just getting into fragrances and dresses—which was a complete contrast to her mother. It was no shock to you that her mother, Reagan put that off on you since she wasn’t the most stylish and didn’t really connect to her daughter in that way.

“Hell yeah you were,“ Guero said, “you were almost as excited as Ely was. What went down?”

You turned to work at the sheets again, straightening them out in the air and failing to get them to fit on the corners, “I go to this lunch date with them just to find out Reagan returned the dress! Said it was too inappropriate to wear to a middle school dance. And that I was trying to make Ely to look like a hoe since she’s already top heavy.”

Guero frowned, “the one you showed me a pic of? That little burgundy shit with the puff sleeves and flows at the bottom? I don’t get what was wrong with it? Ely looked pretty and happy in it.”

“Yes! Nothing was wrong with it! It wasn’t too tight or short. Reagan was all smiles when I dropped Ely off that night too, almost thankful that I got something done that her ass should have been doing.” You hissed and balled up the sheets out of frustration.

Guero stepped in then, gently prying the sheets from your hands to put the sheet on the bed correctly. It was something you mentioned on your first date that you were always criticized for not making your bed right as a kid so your potential significant other had to be down with at least putting the sheets on.

Childhood trauma was a true bitch…much like sister-in-law’s apparently.

Guero repeated, “So Reagan went and returned it?”

“Yeah and I think she truly did it out of spite because you won’t believe the dress she got Ely,” you informed with your arms crossed, watching as Guero put the sheets on with ease, “she’s gonna make my niece look like a pilgrim at that dance.”

Guero glanced at you, “that bad?”

“And I told her straight to her face when she showed me a video, that the dress Ely originally picked out was much more fitting than that floor length dress. I wasn’t rude about it or anything.”

“Floor-length? Nah, that’s crazy. What she say after that?”

“That I wouldn’t know the first thing about appropriate wear considering what I wore when I first met you.”

Guero furrowed his brows, “fuck is she getting at with that? We met at the damn fair in hot ass Arizona!”

“Exactly,” you agreed, “the fact that she even remembered that back then let’s me know that she’s been keeping tabs on me just to talk shit and probably about me to Ely too but I don’t care! She can run her mouth all she wants but don’t try to take your insecurities out on Ely. That’s when it becomes a problem for me.”

Regan was a jealous person, you peeped that from the first day you met her unwillingly at your seventeenth birthday party. She barely let your brother mingle alone without interjecting herself into their conversations and this was after she was already introduced to family and friends. You knew she wasn’t the person for your older brother, Kelvin but he insisted on settling for her after getting his heartbroken by an ex who cheated on him and fell in love with his (then) best friend during their college years. He didn’t give himself enough time to heal right before he was back into another relationship with the very set in her ways Reagan. There was a five year age gap between you and your brother and sure you didn’t understand it all back then but you were always aware that your brother tended to love long.

As siblings you didn’t always see eye to eye and when he did bring his serious significant others around you were open to them opposed to him who gave yours the third degree. Just because you were his little sister didn’t mean you wouldn’t look out for him either. The moment you expressed your doubts of Reagan being the woman of his dreams, he decides he’s going to propose to her despite their heavy arguments of not being trusting of each other or really in love.

Eloise wasn’t far behind after the wedding if you connect the dots.

It was odd to you that you always got scolded for voicing your opinions on your brother’s well-being by your parents, that you were always expected to keep your mouth shut and just follow along but that same energy was not reciprocated when it came to Kelvin. He was the older brother, he was “supposed,” to set the standard for you but at the same time you would always be different people.

Funny how that turned out now with your parents not wanting to be bothered with Reagan but preferred your four year going strong relationship with Javier “Guero,” Bardales.

“She’s the fucken worse,” Guero says fixing his side of the bed after you retrieved the duvet from the bay window seat, “was the kid messed up about it?”

“Oh absolutely, it was written all over her face and you know how she shields her true personality away when her mom’s around,” you say then clench your jaw which would probably trigger your TMJ later but you continue, “I’m so pissed with Reagan. Of course kids can’t always get their way but you don’t have to shit all over their enjoyment because of your own personal problems!”

“Did you tell Kel about it?” Guero smacks the pillow against the headboard, already sensing that was a lost cause.

He was just waiting for the day that Kel kicked Reagan to the curb. Now listen, Guero wasn’t down with divorce, given that his own parents went through it and it resulted in lost time Guero got to spend with his own dad but…Guero actually liked Kel, although he gave him shit from the very beginning he walked into your life but they grew to actually like each other. Guero had his own fun and deep conversations with Kel, noticing that he was also most like himself whenever Reagan wasn’t around. And one thing about Guero, if he saw someone he cared about being held back by someone else? he was always ready to do something about it; especially if the person was capable but taking too long to go through with some action.

Guero was a actions kinda guy.

“For what? That’s like talking to a brick wall and I’d rather save my breath.” You responded placing your hands on your hips before a smile spread over your lips.

Guero stared at the wicked expression on your face, “…what’d you do? We gotta hide the body?”

You snickered and then let out a sigh, “That time hasn’t come yet but my breaking point is among the Horizon I fear.”

Here you go with the dramatic stare off into the distance for a moment that it has Guero jumping onto the bed to get to you. The anticipation was bugging him and you were well aware as you kept smiling at him.

Resting your hands on his shoulders you said, “I went back and repurchased the dress and snipped the tags off. Reagan’s going away that same day as the dance to some conference in D.C. so obviously Ely’s gonna get ready here instead with her little girlies and non-binary friends.”

Guero wasn’t thrilled about some pre-teens being at his shared spot with you but the expression on your face made him ignore that.

“That’s what I’m talking’ about baby! Fuck what Bride of Chucky has to say, you’re more of a mother to Ely anyways.” Guero hyped you up as he gripped the sides of your neck to place a kiss right in between your brows.

You brushed your shoulders off, “and if she finds out and decides to get buck with me, I got something for that ass. She just doesn’t know that I’ve been counting on the day.”

Guero knew you meant that too and that made him smile. He was never above violence, it was always fuck around and find out in his mind. He’s been by your side for four years now and knew it took a lot to drive you to that point but he always encouraged you to speak up for yourself too since it was always conditioned for you to keep it all locked in.

Not when it came to Reagan though and he knew you had it in you, hearing of the fights you got into in your teenage years (one story consisted of: aged sixteen banging some girl’s face into the pavement, a story your father told him about—and another : aged thirteen with you jumping in to fight some older guys that tried to jump your brother at his high school graduation party—just to name two of Guero’s favorite stories) and a recent road rage incident that happened two years ago which almost sent Guero into cardiac arrest.

So his girl was never no pussy, don’t let the face fool you.

Guero instigated, “I dunno…ain’t she on a softball team?”

“She was until she fucked up her rotator cuff.” You gave the man a dark stare, “you think beer muscles scare me?”

Guero snickered and put his hands up in surrender, “relax baby, I’m just fucking with you. No need to go assassin on me.”

“You want me to be one so bad.” You rolled your eyes as Guero reaches out to slip his hands over your hips.

He has no shame in his game as he nods his heads at you, “oh yeah, listen it’ll be the dream costume, huh?”

“You just want to see me in more leather.”

“Yeah I do.” Guero laughs before nipping your bottom lip.

You flick your French curls over your shoulder as you drape your wrists behind Guero’s head, leaning to brush your lips against his ear you state, “that’s just too bad, daddy.”

Guero let out a groan as you untangle yourself from him, hand going right to his chest, almost as if you just stabbed him while he flops back onto the bed. “Such a tease and these are the things I get when I just made the damn bed?”

“Oh the horror! Oh the bare minimum!” You joke as you plop on the edge of the king sized bed after locating the remote for the mounted flat screen, “that’s what you get for not being my bone daddy last year.”

Guero sits up on his elbows, “you’re still pressed about that? Baby I got enough art on my skin already, now why would you want to decorate this handsome face? Which is my best art piece.” He winks at you as you scoff at him from over your shoulder.

Shushing the man, you don’t grant him with a response as the movie begins to roll the credits and you start to bounce from side to side at the music.

Guero glares at the tv, “please, I’m begging you. Don’t make me watch the nightmare before Christmas again.”

Ever since late September hit, you started off with the light hearted fall themed movies first. This was your third time now watching the nightmare before Christmas and Halloween wasn’t even near! Now if Guero suggested watching something like, “Terrifier,” then you’d be ready to kick him out the house or go sleep at a friend’s instead.

“This is my comfort movie, let me vibe.”

Guero sighs, sitting up to sit beside you to glance at the screen before settling his eyes back on you. It had to be a good solid two minutes of Guero just watching you that even when you tried to grip his chin to face the tv again, he wouldn’t budge.

Stubborn ass.

“You know, I could be your comfort too.” He places his hand right on your thigh.

“Don’t worry you already are,” you say eyes still locked on the screen with your fingers holding onto his jaw, “if you weren’t, I would have been dropped your ass.”

Guero breathed out a laugh as he quickly gets to his feet and yanks you up, “Oh so like this?”

Before you can even process what’s happening, you’re being lifted over Guero’s shoulder just to be slammed right back onto the bed. “You’ll never be my Roman reigns.” You puffed out.

Guero kisses his biceps before turning his expression serious, “and he’ll never get to touch this belt, which will always be mine just so you know.”

You smirk up at Guero as he gets to work unfastening the belt on your low-rise jeans.

And when you’re bare, exposed to the fall chilliness in the air of your bedroom, you keep your eyes on Guero as he places open-mouthed kisses with his incredibly soft lips against your lower belly. He trails a feather-like touch against the side of your ass as he knocked your right thigh to the side so he can get better adjusted.

“Whatchu looking at me for? Eyes on the movie, remember babe?” Guero says with his lips right above your throbbing center.

His reaches a hand right between the valley of your pale pink sweater covered breasts to grip your jaw to tilt upwards instead.

You weren’t sure how this man thought you were supposed to be focused on the iconic film when there were so many sensations going on. From the light scratches of the copper leaves against the bedroom window, the softness of the moss colored duvet, the theatrics of the soundtrack playing from the classic animation film, and the firm but solace grip of a loved one’s touch…it was all just what you needed to get by.

⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓ ⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓ ⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓ ⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓

Continue with my fall anthology prompts here.

[crazylittlejester]

DAILY BRAINROT

Disclaimer: If nothing I say makes sense, it's probably because I'm so stressed I almost set the microwave on fire.

I'm glad to see that the Warriors knits headcanon is alive and well. In fact, it is thriving. This brings me immense joy because I've been losing my mind over it for the past several months, and it looks like it's here to stay. :) The best part is when someone writes a scene where Legend is embroidering/sewing and Warriors is knitting, and they're BONDING OVER THEIR CRAFTS.

In other news, I am seriously considering making glowing Warriors' power and having it be kind of like those glow-in-the-dark stickers people put on the ceilings of their kids' bedrooms. Hear me out. He can be powered by the sun, like a solar panel, and store the extra energy to do Cool Superhero Stuff with. The unfortunate side effect being that he tends to burn off excess energy by glowing in the dark. This means he has been explicitly banned from working night shifts because his cover would be blown.

It also means that he's the perfect nightlight for kids with nightmares.

I'm really looking forward to writing up more of the first meeting stories now that I've gotten the one about Legend & Wild posted, but since I'm making myself wait until I get the next chapter of Hyrule's fic up I'm just going to ramble at you about it instead.

I haven't decided which one to do next, but I have thought about the one for the trio (I also need a better name to refer to them). Anyway, I'm thinking that Twilight and Warriors actually grew up knowing each other, but sort of lost touch for a little while. Twilight was busy with the Twili stuff and getting used to his new abilities, while Warriors was in the middle of the mess with Cia. Sometime after that, they get back in touch, and they've both decided that they want to move out. Twilight wants to leave Ordon because he feels uncomfortable there now, and Warriors wants to move to a different district in Castletown to avoid anything related to Cia. Right around the same time, Sky is looking for roommates because he doesn't want to go to college in Skyloft or something. Ghirahim probably has something to do with it because I kind of doubt that he'd be very chill about Sky killing his master... Regardless, they get introduced to each other and the rest is history.

Slightly related to that, Sky is going to be an interesting combination of ideas here and is quickly becoming a favorite of mine for this project. He's kind of similar to Time because he's an incredibly powerful individual that dropped off the radar. He showed up, kicked villain butt, and then vanished (curtesy of Sun). I'm poking him because I have a lot of ideas about that. Maybe he doesn't like thinking about it? Maybe he doesn't remember what he did? Maybe it wasn't actually him and he was just possessed or something? Could he maybe be the source material for the experiment that made Wild? Is he just like this or is it trauma or his power(s) or did someone else do this to him?

Gnawing on all these questions as if I don't have things due tonight.

IM SO SORRY DUDE. they call me the kitchen appliance killer, i think the only thing safe from me is the stove and the blender- but i’m also afraid of fire so like, i don’t go near the stove anyway lmao 🕺 but fr I really hope you feel less stressed :(

YES YES YES. I love the wars knits headcanon it’s everything to me, i’ve been tryin to find a good place to throw it in a fic. AND WARS AND LEGEND BONDING OVER CRAFTS IS JUST PEAK

DO IT. DO IT, TAKE MY FUCKING MONEY. /j SOLAR POWERED NIGHT LIGHT GLOWSTICK WARS IS EVERYTHING TO ME

ooooooh okay okay, i like it >:)

istg the ‘hero/vigilante’ type au turning sky into peoples favorites is a real thing, it happened to me writing FH9. He’s my FAVORITE character in that ENTIRE au 😭 im so excited to see what you do with him in this 👁️👁️

remember to take care of yourself 🫶 get some water and snacks if you need em

[scoopertrouper]

Would you personally prefer for writers to get stancy together somewhere during season 5 or do you think it's better if we only see them together in an epilogue after a time skip?

the simple answer is that obviously i want to see them together and on screen as much as possible because i need PAYOFF for that incredibly horny upside down bandaging scene.

like, this show is fairly antiseptic when it comes to sex (which is totally fine, know your characters, know your audience etc.) - and then they drop something like THAT right in the middle of the action???

GIVE ME MORE.

but the real answer hinges entirely on whether or not i’m guaranteed endgame. if some sad tack-on epilogue is the only way I get to see steve and nancy together and alive and thriving at the end of the show then fuck it, i have a GREAT imagination and i do not need to see every beat of their relationship.

because more than anything, i fear that my doomsday scenario will play out if we actually get to see stancy get together anytime early on or even sometime toward the middle of s5.

scenario under the cut because it gave me hives just thinking about it. come anon. let’s spiral together.

my doomsday scenario:

since i think it’s been implied that some kind of time jump happens in s5, my nightmare is that they spent s4 laying the groundwork for a stancy reunion so that they can get together in a way that seems organic during whatever kind of interim period takes place during s5.

they’ll give them all the happiness they didn’t the first time around, Steve will have found joy and fulfillment in love and then BAM - when the time comes, they’ll shank him late in the final act of the show for high emotional impact. ☠️

then they’ll either imply or show that j*ncy ultimately found a way back to each other at the end.

at which point I, dear anon, will FINALLY cancel my Netflix subscription and also maybe hurl myself into the closest deep body of water. like completely normal people do.

what i hate so viciously about this scenario (besides the fact that i think Steve death trope is genuinely the worst, most reductive way they could conclude his arc) is that i can kind of sort of actually see it playing out.

i don’t think it’s LIKELY (i honestly believe that if the duffers haven’t killed a main character at this point, they’re not likely to and I’m actually quite happy about that), and i fear the stancy vs j*ncy mutually assured destruction that would result from this moste vile twiste of plot.

but.

they did dangle some serious carrots last season. and this IS a way I could see the writers following them to a conclusion that makes (some) narrative sense without straying from the j*ncy endgame i fully believe they had planned in s1-2.

and I DON’T WANT IT.

anyway I’m sorry anon this went so far beyond what you were asking. in conclusion, give me all the stancy AND give me the endgame i deserve after decades of tv-watching heartbreak. (here’s looking at you how i met your mother. 🫡)

[rubykgrant]

I guess I'll be the one who does the whole list relationship questions with Grimmons, because why not!

(some of these answers are tinted with how I eventually see them together in my own stories, where they finally just accept the fact that they are stupid for each other and start dating)

Who would end a heated argument by defending their actions with ‘because I love you!’ ? 

-They both do this in the middle of the argument, and then just keep arguing

What would they do if the other woke in a manic state after a nightmare?

-OH BOY. If it's Grif, he starts running around like he needs to find something or fix something, and Simmons knows this is what it had been like for Grif alone on Iris... Simmons will see a moment when Grif pauses, and just hold him close, until Grif finally registers that he's alright. Sometimes Simmons has to basically wrap around him, so Grif doesn't just keep GOING, but the comforting pressure helps. If it's Simmons, it's more like he's having a panic attack and also his very specific feelings of self-loathing... Grif just keeps talking to him, distracting Simmons until it passes, then they can properly cuddle and what-not

Do they wear the other’s clothes? (sweatshirt, bandana, necklace, etc.)

- HA, not really, nothing one has properly fits the other

Which one is more protective? Who needs to be ‘protected’?

-It's about equal, and depends on the situation. They both get pretty ticked-off when somebody from outside the group insults one of them, because this other person doesn't KNOW what's off-limits, what is a particular sore spot, and why certain things are only OK when THEY say it! In terms of seeing somebody try to flirt with one of them, both Grif and Simmons kind of just show off the fact that "I'M the boyfriend"

Describe their cozy night in.

-Making dinner together, some big meal of comfort food, getting all cozy in their shared bed, and either playing video games or watching a bunch of movies. They've also found a very nice routine in the casual intimacy of bathing together, so if they feel like, they'll have some tub time~

Who would beg the other not to leave? Who has to leave to protect the other?

-It is... a bit of regret between them that when Grif "quit", and he didn't ask Simmons to stay (which made Simmons feel like he wasn't wanted at all, and Grif didn't ask at time time because he assumed Simmons would say no. so, mutual feelings of rejection by NOT COMMUNICATING WELL). They're better at talking now, and don't argue if somebody needs to leave for an important reason. Because "We'll come back together, no matter what happens"

Would they build a pillow fort together just because?

-Grif does this whenever he wants to make a comfortable kingdom for himself to hibernate in. Simmons will eventually be allowed entry, and find himself a cozy spot to read

What happens if one of them gets sick?

-Grif gets extra dramatic when he’s sick “Woe is me, I shall surely DIE from this illness”, and while Simmons might complain, he actually thrives on feeling “useful”, so he’s very good at tending to Grif with lots of medicine/remedies handy. When Simmons is sick, he tries to ignore it and keeps forcing himself to work. Grif almost has to restrain him to get bed rest. At first, Grif will kinda try to be aloof about it, all “OK, here’s some soup, I’ll be in the other room if you need me”, but winds up fussing over a sick Simmons eventually (and getting the germs while he’s at it, so they inevitably both get sick)

What are their thoughts on having children?

-Down the road, Sarge started dropping MAJOR hints that he wanted some dang grandbabies dang it. They weren’t so much “pressured” into having kids, but once the conversation started… it surprisingly awakened some parental feelings. They also had the idea of being BETTER than the parents they each had when they were younger. They’re gonna be the best dads EVER! Thanks to future sci-fi options, they could have their own biological children without anybody actually going through a whole pregnancy, Their combined DNA samples accidentally developed into twins. Twice. Meaning FOUR BABIES at once. If anybody had asked Grif “Do you want that many kids?”, he would have said NO. However, nobody asked, the option was just suddenly there, and he found that yes. He wanted all four of them. Simmons tries to get prepared for ANYTHING, and he’s also looking forward to watching the babies grow into little people, so he can be the kind of dad that always talks to his kids and shares their interests. Neither of them want to be the “strict parent”, so that’s a tricky hurdle

Describe their first date.

-WROTE A WHOLE THING ABOUT IT. Basically, they’ve been together for a while and want to have a proper date as actual boyfriends, but are still keeping it a secret from the others (because everybody WILL fuss over them). Kai knows, so she helps her bro get dressed up all pretty, and Donut helps Simmons with his clothes (not knowing the whole reason). First, Grif and Simmons go to a nice restaurant, then visit a big mall with shops they like, and see a movie at a theater there. Grif has 2 surprises on this date, first taking Simmons to a park near an outdoor music show so they can have a “first dance” (Simmons never danced at school even once). Then they go for a walk on the beach at sunset (nobody Grif dated before ever did this with him). When they get back to the apartment, Kai has found activities for everybody else, so Grif and Simmons have the place to themselves. A lovely time indeed~

Do either try to hide their emotions if upset? Can the other still tell?

-They are both obnoxious about everything. EVERYTHING

Do they have many heated arguments? How do they smooth things over?

-All the time. They;ve been having one long conversation sprinkled with arguments since they met. Arguments about opinions regarding movies get put down and picked back up constantly, and they don’t get seriously upset about it. Sometimes, one will bribe the other with gifts. For more intense arguments, Simmons tends to stress later, wanting to keep talking to try and explain or apologize, while Grif needs time to either sulk or calm down. Eventually they have a tender moment and make up

Who’s the bigger tease?

-They both try to tease each other, but it doesn’t usually last long. Once one of them starts it, the other has trouble resisting~

How do their personalities compliment each other? How do they clash?

-They’re Grif and Simmons. Everything about them is a compliment and a clash. That’s what they ARE

Do they always say 'i love you' before leaving?

-For a long time, they were out of practice with saying “I love you” at all. It had to be intentional, during a moment where they really wanted to say it. After they have kids, saying “I love you” whenever somebody left became a second-nature habit

Can they stay up all night just talking?

-YES

Who's more likely to pull the other in by the waist and kiss them passionately?

-Grif is more likely to pull Simmons in for a big embrace, but Simmons will surprise him with the passionate kissing

How likely are they to have fur babies? How many and what kind?

-Thanks to Wash, they get a kitty they name Blaze (and have to convince Donut her name isn’t a weed pun). Later, when they have their own place, they get a dog (which Grif names Puma just to annoy Sarge). Their kids get some cats and dogs of their own later

How do they feel about PDA?

-These two dorks are touched-starved, and previously awkward about sharing affection. Now that they’re comfortable together, they are very touchy-touchy

Choose one song that perfectly describes their relationship.

-Well, there’s “Opposites Attract” by Paula Abdul with MC Skat Kat haha. “Accidentally in Love” by Counting Crows is also a good one for them (that’s two songs, I know, but it’s hard to just pick one for Grif and Simmons)

Who would get into a fight to defend the other's honor? Who tends to the other's wounds?

-Depends on how bad the offense was… and really, they’re more likely to gang up on somebody together

What reminds each of their partner?

-Whenever Simmons sees Oreos or smells anything chocolate, or eats any kind of pizza, he’s thinking about Grif. Food aside, all of his favorite things wind up reminding him of Grif now, because they’ve talked about it together, at great length (every movie/book/game/whatever). Simmons also thinks of Grif whenever he sees cars. Grif’s the same in that regard, all his favorite things are now connected to memories of Simmons. Besides that, Grif gets reminded of Simmons when he smells anything cinnamon, and even just seeing a book or something “science related” will make his brain go “Simmons”. Also, because they can’t escape the colorful origins, orange and dark red/maroon are always them to each other~

Who's more likely to convince the other to stay in bed come morning?

-Grif, for sure. He’ll try to look like he’ll be just SO sad and depressed if Simmons leaves him… and then is very proud of himself for being so “crafty”

Who's more likely to give the other a massage?

-Grif gives Simmons a head massage to help relieve pressure and head aches. Simmons gives back-rubs and shoulder massages for Grif

Do they have any hobbies they share?

-Film/TV trivia, and thinking up weird/elaborate scenarios like how to live through different zombie apocalypse situations (if that counts as a “hobby”). They also both like playing video games and collecting stuff they wanted as kids, but weren’t able to afford/weren’t allowed to have because of their parents (cards, comics, things they can build, etc)

What are their vices?

-Simmons is addicted to nagging, and tends to throw himself down rabbit-holes of information deep dives (which can spiral out of control, making him get distracted/lose sleep). Grif has more trouble with things like smoking/drinking too much (he finally managed to quit smoking years ago, and while nothing “bad” happens when he’s drunk exactly, he knows it’s a little too excessive, and he’s sick of hang-overs. He eases up and then stops drinking as well, and is happy that it was something he could stop without “missing” it)

Who is the light weight that needs to be taken care of after a party?

-Simmons previously (two sips of anything and he’d be buzzed), but when Grif gave up drinking, Simmons just stopped as well. No discussion about it, no big deal. When they do Wine and Cheese with Donut, he serves them different kinds of sparkling juice~

What are there thoughts on pet names? Do they have any?

-“Dumb ass” and “Kiss ass” are terms of endearment between them. They also started throwing around “darling” and “dearest” as jokes, but that was just the first step to saying sappy things SERIOUSLY. Now they easily switch between things like “sweetheart” and “dude” when talking to each other

Who is more likely to jump in an elevator? Who freaks out?

-Simmons might feel slightly claustrophobic in an elevator, but it makes him clench his whole body and stay still. Grif will freak out if the elevator gets stuck or rattles too much

Your OTP gets to pick out each other's outfits; what is each wearing?

-Grif thinks Simmons looks good “dressed down”, with just an old t-shirt and jeans, the casual vibe on Simmons just does something to Grif’s brain that makes him happily flustered. Simmons has a weakness for Grif in fancy, stylish clothes, but not all “neat and tidy”. Shirt un-tucked, collar with couple extra buttons loose, sleeves rolled up… it looks classy yet rebellious, and Simmons DIGS IT

Can they sit side by side without touching the other or are they handsy? (lacing fingers, touching knees, etc.)

-They don’t even need to do it on purpose, they just ABSORB each other. They’ll start off on opposite sides of a room, then drift closer as if pulled by gravity, and wind up with one sitting in the other’s lap

Who's the better story teller?

-Depends on the story, because they’ll both exaggerate and go off on weird tangents for certain topics. Grif’s a little better at, like… just making something up on the fly. Simmons is better at making speeches

Who's the better cook?

-Grif, he’s very versatile. Simmons is good too, he just focuses on specific meals he’s confident in making over and over

Who's more likely to tell a dirty joke or story to make the other blush?

-They’re both potty mouths, but dirty jokes don’t exactly make either of them blush. Simmons used to feel awkward seriously talking about sex, but he’s chilled out considerably. Sometimes they play like they don’t know each other and are trying to flirt, coming on strong, and that might make them gleefully flustered. They’re mostly immune to innuendo thanks to listening to freaking Donut do it by accident for YEARS

Who's more artistic?

-Grif is more musically gifted, and when Simmons stops himself from trying to make something “perfect” (fixing and re-doing something until it gets ruined), he’s good with certain kinds of crafts

Who's more likely to fire up the stove at 2am because the other woke up in the middle of the night hungry?

-Grif will definitely wake up at 2 am hungry, but he just gets himself a snack and starts eating it in bed, which wakes up Simmons, who then has to scold Grif about the crumbs and how he needs to brush his teeth again

Which is more likely to swear?

-BOTH. ARE. POTTY MOUTHS

Who is more sexually experimental? Who's more vanilla?

-Simmons HATES the fact that all the jokes about him being a “virgin with secret kinks” is kinda true… at least, a little bit. Nothing too wild, but now that he has the option to enjoy physical intimacy with somebody he trusts and also enjoys being with him, he discovers a few “fun” activities. Grif is definitely more experienced, but ironically more vanilla out of laziness (but with Simmons, he’ll put in some effort, and also discovers a few fun activities for himself~)

Who would rescue an injured animal and nurse it back to health? What would the other think?

-They’d both probably be more comfortable calling in help when it comes to animals. They can tend to the animals that are their pets just fine, but if they came across something else? This is a job for Caboose, or Donut, or Wash (or an animal rescue place)

Who has an insatiable appetite? And what does the other do to help?

-Grif enjoys food very muchly. Simmons always makes sure they have plenty of snacks, but also helps Grif have variety with what he eats. Sharing meals together has become something they both like, and Simmons has gone a whole step further in terms of romantic moments, even feeding Grif things like fruit and cake while they lounge in bed (Grif says this has ruined him for any other potential relationship, and Simmons is very proud of himself)

Which one would take their jacket it off and drape over the other one because they were visibly shivering?

-They both might do this… though, if it’s cold, they’re more likely to both feel it, so they’ll just cuddle to share body heat

What's their favorite type of weather to enjoy together? (getting snowed in together, watching thunderstorms, etc.)

-They definitely like warm and sunny weather, but with a cool breeze. Maybe they’ll stay home all day, but have the window open. Maybe they’ll go out, do whatever. They also enjoy the Autumn season, when it starts to get a bit cold, but not entirely chilly yet (the smell of dead leaves and dry grass getting damp is nice)

Who would give their life for the other without a second thought?

-They’re both equally likely to try and save the other by sacrificing their own life, and they’re also stupid enough to do it in a way that fails, but ironically saves them both

Who would dance in the kitchen making dinner? Would the other join in or watch from the doorway?

-Hmm, not too much dancing while cooking, but they shuffle around each other easily, maybe lean together all close

Can they fall asleep without the other?

-Not great! Simmons needs to hear the rumble of Grif snoring, and Grif HATES sleeping alone after Iris. If they’ve got other company, or know they’re both OK just away from each other, they’ll eventually fall asleep… but it isn’t easy or fun (even before they were dating, they were roommates and stuck together like glue)

Would they get frisky at the movies by themselves?

-They’re too absorbed in whether the movie sucks or not to do anything else~

Does either of them have a secret that could potentially ruin their relationship?

-Not really… they used to hate each other, they’ve seen the worst the other can be, all the gross and annoying habits, all the ugly and embarrassing secrets. No matter how awful one of them feels about himself, the other still loves them

Who's the better driver?

-Grif, hands down (Simmons is too nervous behind the wheel)

Does either of them have a hard time being away from the other?

-They are different kinds of clingy and needy, but as long as it isn’t an unexpected emergency that makes them worry, they can handle it. They just HATE it the whole time

Who's more likely to do something out of spite?

-They’re BOTH petty. Simmons is only slightly more likely to do something because Grif might lose interest. On the other hand, Simmons might chicken out at the end

What’s a non verbal way they say I love you?

-Grif puts the effort in to clean, doing the dishes or the laundry so Simmons won’t have to worry about it. Simmons always makes sure their vehicles are in good condition (so Grif is free to go wherever he wants), and brings little treats home. For physical non verbal signs of live… Grif puts his face right in the crook of Simmons’ neck, and Simmons will absentmindedly touch Grif’s hands with his own, gently running a thumb over the knuckle bumps

Describe their weekend getaway?

-If they want some solitude, they go to a small out-of-the-way beach spot. If they feel like doing something exciting, they’ll go to a themepark resort, a place with a nice hotel and lots of cool events/activities

Would they ever go skinny dipping?

-It’s enough of a triumph for Simmons to go regular swimming and not be on edge because he doesn’t have 3 layers of clothing on. MAYBE, if they were 100% sure they were alone somewhere, and it was night, Grif could get him to try it (Grif doesn’t really care though)

Who’s more likely to carry the other to bed?

-Grif’s done this a few times when Simmons couldn’t get there himself, and Simmons has also done it once or twice (very proud of himself for being able to pick up his boyfriend, like a romantic manly man). Mostly, they’ll just crash on the couch if they’re sleepy

Do they like watching clouds or star gazing?

-Occasionally. Simmons is an astronomy nerd, and Grif will come along for the ride to look at the sky at night. Grif does like watching the stars in particular, because sometimes he sees Huggins. Grif is generally into watching clouds on a lazy afternoon, and Simmons will kick-back with him for that

What do they do turn the other on/put them in the mood?

-Simmons knows he can “seduce” Grif with two options. One, “Confident Simmons”, who leans over all cool to fix Grif’s shirt collar, and plainly says “you’re cute when you’re wrong” while they argue. Two, “False Pouty Simmons”, acting as if he feels so neglected and asking “don’t you want me, too?”. Grif gives in, every time, and calls Simmons a greedy manipulative bitch after the fact (it’s light-hearted, though. Simmons isn’t doing anything mean, and Grif COULD say no if he wanted). Grif will reach over and tug Simmons’ ponytail then walk away. Simmons comes running after him, right to bed. Grif will also go the compliment route, telling Simmons he’s just SO smart, and SO cool, and SO handsome. Simmons can’t get enough

Whose the serious one when grocery shopping and who likes to toss random things in the cart?

-Grif tosses random things into the cart in a VERY serious way. Simmons makes sure they don’t run out of important non-goodies

Who’s more likely to hold a grudge after an argument?

-Equally both, either getting over it pretty fast, stressing about it for a while, but always apologizing later

Who tops? Who bottoms?

-Variety is the spice of life~ It depends on who is in the mood for what. After dealing with bad relationships in the past, Grif wanted to make sure they enjoyed themselves whenever they did anything together, so they took things slow, and sort of have their own styles/dynamics for different sexual activities. They also know exactly what the other likes, meaning they’re pretty indulgent and satisfying together

Who pulls the other closer when they’re sleeping?

-Mostly Grif. Simmons is the one that curls all around him, though

[nobodysdaydreams]

5 and 13 for the fanfiction ask game?

So for this game, I realized that I really need to figure out how bookmarks work, because there's so many fics I read and left guest kudos on before I had an AO3, that I realized I needed to track down. But we I managed to hunt several of them down, and am excited to talk about them.

5 - favorite fluff piece.

There’s a couple, but recently I’ve really enjoyed “Her Imperial Highness the Empress of All Fowl” by @sophieswundergarten (based on Wynn (@cptnwynnie)’s amazing art! It's an adorable fic about Kate and her birds on the farm, and it's absolutely wonderful! If you enjoy wholesome fluff about the society adopting adorable animals, then look no further.

13 - Detail from canon that was expanded on.

I know I've posted about this before, but it's probably a top 5 fic for me. "Me and My Two Hands" by @sqenthusiast. It's about Curtain trying to get baby SQ to fall asleep (with some helpful advice from Garrison). The detail it expands on is the simple fact that Dr. Curtain adopted SQ as a baby. And I'm gonna have to take a moment to talk about this one, because as all my followers know, this has been ROTATING in my head since the show dropped that detail. Not only because of the mystery surrounding SQ's birth parents, but also because of how much even that small fact changes SQ and Curtain's relationship. Curtain didn't meet or adopt SQ when he was a middle schooler who came to the Institute or something, he's known SQ since he was a tiny baby. And that was one of the first things I got a tumblr to post about, because...what did that even look like? Sure, Curtain could have pawned SQ off on the helpers, but he still chose to adopt him, we still see Curtain spending time with him. Even at his worst, Curtain would at least want to seem like a good father, for appearances. So now all I can imagine is Curtain in work meetings with Garrison and Milligan, gaslighting and manipulating them, all while SQ is toddling around, cheerfully coloring all over the blueprints his dad is using for his evil plans. Obviously, the way Curtain treats SQ is incredibly sad, but there's also something wholesome about the show's decision to make SQ Curtain's adopted son. Like, even though Curtain is evil, he still cares (even in a flawed way) about his kid. And not just about a kid, but at some point, a baby. One that required diaper changes, one that probably drew all over the walls of the Institute, one that woke Curtain up in the middle of the night when he had nightmares. Despite how flawed their relationship is, there's something very hopeful about that. And this fic really captures that positivity and fluff in an amazing way. It also inspired me to expand more on baby SQ and Curtain's relationship in my own fic (yes, in my usual angsty way, let the chorus of affectionate boos commence...), but I promise my followers that this version of the conversation between Curtain and baby SQ is nice and fluffy, and you should do yourself and favor and read it. (And also because SQ is the fandom's collective son, and seeing him in baby form is absolutely adorable every time).

[vyrim]

Some talk about the the current story, pretty spoilery so Ill put it under readmore but tldr is I really like it (it got kinda long so sorry in advance if you click on it). Also this is just how I absorbed the story so if theres stuff I interpreted wrong dont yell at me.

So I think the first thing that has to be noted is that the sinners are the absolute epitome of losers. You've got a mishmash of people that couldnt be more different from eachother stuck in a bus together and forced to fight for the Limbus Company to ultimately reach their own goals (whatever those might be).

They all suck together, the only reason most of them arent repeatedly trying/succeeding to kill eachother is because your grumpy ass chaperone is actually a color, and will not hesitate to bring them as close to the brink of death in the most painful way possible for making the job harder for no reason. Hell we almost see this with Don, who I love very much, who manages not to cause serious problems once but three whole times and her getting beat to the ground was a the idea of a warning.

Its made even worse by the fact that Dante as a character also sucks as the manager up until the third chapter's end. Theyre indecisive, cowardly, and the few people who have anything resembling respect towards them as the manager only do so with either the bare minimum or for their own gain. They outright lose all trust from Ishmael the moment we become an accomplice to one of Don's screwups, accidental or not.

Not only do these guys suck as people, they suck as a team. These guys arent just dying to pros like the trio at the beginning, theyre dying to everything. We are constantly told about how the consequences of their actions lead them to getting butchered, and the only reason theyre not losing most of the fights is because they can fight like their lives dont matter. Why worry about trading mortal blows when the guy with a clock for a face can just writhe on the floor for a bit and put you back together after you win? The first floor of the casino is a chaotic nightmare where someone drops a chandelier for artistic purposes and another destroys a months work of wishes meant to be a contingency plan. Its a mess, and nothing states that they have any semblance of teamwork, its all just a mindless brawl where anything goes so long as Dante is alive in the end.

The thing is its great writing, its a beautiful in between from the previous games. Lobotomy Corp sits on side where nothing about your employees ultimately matters. They will die, you will lose, and the clock will rewind again. Library of Ruina is the exact opposite. You cant lose, to the librarians its nothing more than a simulation to crack, and the guests are ultimately doomed to lose after finally being countered by the right setups. Even if the ending didnt go as planned for Angela, she wouldve otherwise succeeded in getting that perfect book because their was no chance of actually losing.

Limbus is directly in the middle where dying appears to have no consequences, just forcing Dante to take indescribable suffering, but its also extremely dangerous. The team dying at key moments is bad, real bad. When Gregoir pulls his bloody ass towards us in the dungeon all the sinners are already dead or close to it. The consequences of throwing themselves at the enemy has now come back to bite them, and defeat is only avoided because Effie saves them. The final boss is a complete loss this time, were saved by some spooky wonder boy with a weird obsession with Sinclair and Dante is almost melted beyond saving and is only saved because Vergil was smart enough to send in a recovery team. The sinners are constantly losing because they refuse to be anything like a team and are too reliant on the idea that theyll come back. The only reason Limbus Company hasnt sent a proper, specialized team seems to be because they cant resonate with Dante's ability.

Its a beautiful way of showing just how brutal the world is outside of a corporation's protection or the power of the library itself. The color we were comfortable having on our side is now our shitty babysitter who could care less because we cant even wipe our own asses let alone secure the boughs without help from outside parties. All we do is cause unnecessary problems despite being handed plans and strategies that are designed to just work.

The end of chapter 3 is a wonderful sign though. Despite getting constantly ass kicked, despite the sinners treating them as nothing more than a fancy checkpoint with a clock for a face, Dante watched as Sinclair tried his best and MADE the decision to want to be a proper manager. Obviously the heartfelt little speech at the end isnt what saved the day, but the fact that Dante wants to make the Sinners into a proper team should lead to some really tasty storytelling in the future.

The later half of the story will likely be where the Sinners come to terms with all the stuff thats happened to them too so that should be really fun, and I really wanna see Dante get back into good terms with Ishmael cause really theyre just trying their best.

[yukigossip]

Whats happened since the funhouse break

~This is basically a what has happened since funhouses hiatus / breakup. if you clicked the COLORED parts its gifs to help explain or confirm the paragraph ~

Fans claimed Adi's break from funhouse was inevitable. Especially for those who claimed to be paying more attention to there favorite pipsqueak.

Some fans say it started with the Positions music video. 'Shes being too exposed' / 'they are exploiting her' they tweeted and typed when the scandalous strip tease scene was seen in the music video. But others argued how could that be? Did they ever watch the buttons music video?

Others blame Edward. Her iconic yet intense relationship with English Born rapper Edward styles. It was an open secret that their relationship was passionate but destructive and fans were quick to blame him especially when things started to go sour.

But what all the fans did agree on was whatever started it - her excessive partying was what was truly harming her. Especially after the two broke up and she very publicly moved out of their shared LA home and purchasing a home in a gated community just off Beverly Hills.

The partying really got worse during the LALAPALOOZA tour funhouse was contracted to participate in. The tour was an insurance nightmare of drugs and booze where nearly everyone participated in in some form.

But Adi was a bit excessive with it. scaring fans when she went live, clearly drunk or his with half of her body out of the window of her hotel room. All while being spammed with comments to come inside and shut the window. She rolled her eyes but wound up dropping her phone 17 floors down and the live went black causing fans to call police to the hotel for a wellness check.

she was fine, drunkenly dancing in the middle of her kitchen. She got a lot of guff for scaring the fans but kept pretty quiet about it until she made a joke on a live about getting a new phone and sorry "she was being such a dumbs about it."

Soon after the tour ended she was caught having an argument with Shawn Mendes at Katya's house party. At the time the two were dating (not exclusively - he was messing with Camila and she was talking to. few other guys). However at the party she caught him with Camila in one of the bedrooms. After coming as Adi's guest to the party.

She got her revenge by making out with Korean/american musician Jay park in the pool where a fight between her and Shawn broke out when he called her a 'whore' for doing it.

A massive fight broke out and this is the instance Camila vs Adi really started, because after that day Shawn made it official with Camila to spite her.

But this is also where her and Jay really started talking and he started to make California his full-time home.

While they weren't officially dating they started recording together. Most notably... Crazy in love & Upgrade U.

While she was performing with Jay, her ex Edward came out with Superman, a song he claimed he wrote thinking about their relationship and it didn't help that both Superman and Crazy in love were nominated for Grammys that year. Or the fact that Jay couldn't attend the Grammys with her due to a family emergency and she took Kylie who was begging to go.

The Grammys was a hard time for her. For the first time, she didn't have a group to support her and of course Edward not only wins for Superman but also preforms it in a medley and brings a date that looks suspiciously like her.

Of course the camera keeps panning to her so she decides to pretend to enjoy the song and she puts up her middle finger to make sure they can't show her on live tv.

And despite her winning the grammy for Crazy in love, shes never been great at speeches plus she knew Edward was purposely being over affectionate with his new girl. She kept tripping over the words of her speech and eventually just holds up her award and says thank you. This becomes a meme.

She debated attending the afterparty hosted by Adele but goes and starts to have a good time, that is until she wanders deeper into the club and sees Edward heavily making out with the new girl. She knew he was doing it to be petty and in fact they make eye contact and its to much for her. With the combo of the embarrassing speech, edwards harsh words in his song and the fact hes openly making out with a random she downs about a bottle of vodka in about 10 minutes.

That night he was pulled over for reckless driving and was forced to preform a sobriety test in front of a group of fans. She surprised the cops when she passed perfectly but was forced to pay a $5000 fine for reckless driving.

Demi speaks out against Adi's drinking and Adi goes in on her during this time enough for her to take a break from instagram and instead throws herself into her relationship with Jay park in hope to distract herself from Edward.

With his help producing and occasionally rapping they make a few more hits. Me & U, SOS & Dangerous Woman she thought about writing one for Ed but to not even think about him she held off.

Her relationship with Jay was a good one, she was happy and they worked together amazingly but paper he ticked her boxes but there was just a lack of something there.

Besides, while he went with her to parties he often commented on her overdoing it given he really only drank. And while she experimented with drugs from time to time he wouldn't attend parties with her.

Continue to part 2

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[aj-artjunkyard]

I posted 950 times in 2022

That's 335 more posts than 2021!

22 posts created (2%)

928 posts reblogged (98%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 938 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#dc comics - 397 posts

#star wars - 309 posts

#green lantern - 260 posts

#hal jordan - 246 posts

#anakin skywalker - 227 posts

#tcw - 124 posts

#the clone wars - 124 posts

#batman - 98 posts

#bruce wayne - 95 posts

#obi wan kenobi - 91 posts

Longest Tag: 144 characters

#the clones showing up at the council’s doors at 2am like 👉🏻👈🏻 um. we have something to tell you but first you have to promise not to get mad

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

How much senate gossip do you think Anakin was privy to. Two of his most trusted people were politicians and he spent enough time around them to want to betray his entire religion for them he had to know some dirty secrets

I like to think some of his ‘meetings’ with Palpatine were just straight up gossip sessions bc Palps wanted to prove that he was the only person Anakin should trust bc he noticed this awful behaviour and was renouncing it

Imagine Bail going over to Padmé’s to drop something off and going “oh btw,,,” and spilling the tea on some opposing Senator who did something scandalous and Anakin’s listening in while shirtless and stuffed in the wardrobe like 👀

When confronted about it he’ll be all “Jedi don’t believe in gossip” or whatever but he’s a terrible Jedi and knowing more than other people/being let in on secrets is like crack to him

The senate wasn’t completely dissolved until 0BBY do you think there were times when an officer would hand Darth Vader a report from Senator Whats-His-Face and Vader would pause and think “was that the guy who cheated on his wife with one of the cleaning staff”

318 notes - Posted October 8, 2022

#4

Shout out to all the other DC fans who were drawn in to DC comics for the Batfam, but who are now are getting sick of the bats bc all their other favourite DC characters are being constantly overshadowed by them

365 notes - Posted April 20, 2022

#3

SPOILERS FOR THE VOX MACHINA ORIGIN COMICS BELOW just a warning for any new critical role fans like me who were brought in by the show ALSO don’t spoil me either I’m not finished them yet

The only thing I was knew before I started reading the comics was that the party met Percy when they freed him from a cage

Since Percy’s a whiny one-percenter who was embarrassed to be seen with VM, I assumed the situation would be more along the lines of

“Vox Machina, who are in the middle of a badly-paying jailbreak job that’s rapidly going south, free a strange white-haired man who claims to have a weapon that can help them. After completing the mission, Percy, though put off by the rude, rag-tag group, is truly grateful for their help and feels he owes them debt. They suggest he uses that neat weapon in their favour for a while and he hesitantly agrees to join them ‘temporarily’”

When in actual fact it was closer to:

Vox Machina: hEY TAKE US TO YOUR NIGHTMARE CULT

Percy: excuse you all I’m guilty of is a little light-hearted assassination attempt

VM: oh nvm our bad

Percy: I was trying to murder one of the cultists tho so I can take you to them if you let me out

VM: k

*jailbreak*

Percy: hey so why do you want to fight a demon horse

VM: we need its’ skull

Percy: that’s so goth I love it

*they fight a demon horse*

VM: now perhaps we can save our friend from death’s door

Percy: you guys sound like an absolute riot can I join you

426 notes - Posted March 17, 2022

#2

I feel like when the Earth GLs need to address each other in a situation where secret identities need protecting, they’ll refer to each other as one of three things:

1) their city names, Hal being called “Coast” and Kyle “LA”, etc. This idea was suggested by John, and even though he, Simon and Guy have public identities, they might still be referred to in this way. This method is usually used in serious situations in which people such as government agents or civil servants also need to differentiate between each lantern.

2) Increasingly vague nicknames. Usually for lower-stakes missions (which still might include planet-wide threats), these nicknames have been forged from years of going through wild DnD-esque alien shenanigans together. Hal and Guy will have the most saved up, since they’ve been around the longest. This is what the first option usually devolves into as soon as the government ppl/civil servants leave

3) just variations of the name green lantern. One of them is ‘GL’, one is ‘Lantern’, one is ‘Anti-Batman’. No one knows who is who including the lanterns themselves. This is not in any way a deterrent

531 notes - Posted March 1, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

My favourite thing is the ‘Humans are Space Orcs’ theory in the context of Green Lantern

Literally half the plot of ‘Green Lantern: The Animated Series’ happens because a human officer couldn’t go 10 seconds in a new environment (the Interceptor spaceship) without immediately pack bonding with the disembodied voice of a Navigation AI

639 notes - Posted June 6, 2022

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[couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name]

I think it would've been funny if Mary was on a solo hunt and met Claire, with her curly blonde hair and big blue eyes and tough attitude and wearing a shirt she stole from dean that dean stole from john, and Mary's like 'oh. interesting. I'm a grandmother. nightmare scenario.' and this is post the bmol reveal so Dean is fully not talking to her and she thinks he didn't tell her he has a daughter because he didn't trust her so she decides to get in Claire's good graces. 1) because her granddaughter seems to have the impulse control of an irritated bull and she definitely shouldn't be hunting alone and 2) she gave Claire a fake last name so she wouldn't figure out their relation so by the time Dean figures out they've met Claire can help sweeten him up so Mary can fix things with him. Claire meanwhile is annoyed that this random woman keeps following her around but she's already resigned to the fact she attracts parental figures like a magnet.

so they're a VERY chaotic hunting team for awhile. Mary also keeps trying to needle out details about Claire's life- she figures she might blow her cover if she asks too much about her father, so she asks a lot about Claire's mother but she's very cagey about the topic. then one day Claire let's Mary use her phone for something and she notices the background is a pic of her and Cas and Claire doesn't wanna get into the whole angel thing with this woman who won't get out of her car so she's like 'oh yeah that's my dad'. and Mary's IMMEDIATELY just like oh God oh fuck I almost got my son in law killed no wonder Dean hates me. she's fully spiralling about her kids not trusting her so much they're hiding an entire family from her. even BEFORE they knew about the brits Dean didn't tell her?? she spends all night on google taking like those dumb 'am I homophobic??' quizzes to see if she said or did anything to make him uncomfortable and she literally goes to a library and prints out articles about how to support your gay child. turns into one of those hardcore gay rights moms over night. Claire just thinks Mary's doing this because she's figured out Claire's a lesbian and she finds it sweet.

Dean eventually starts responding to Mary's texts again and Mary just wants to tell Dean she knows everything so they can Properly make up and move forward but all the parenting books she's been reading insist that she needs to let him come to her with this. she starts dropping hints though, like 'oh I'm working with this hunter named Claire', thinking he'll take the bait and tell her he's Claire's father but he's just like 'tell that criminal she has 32 hours to return my ivory grip gun or else I'm actually filing a police report against her' and Mary's not in any place to critique parenting styles but she's like 😬 and tells Claire who's like 'tell him they'll never take me alive' and Mary ends up in the middle of dumb banter between these two while Claire's driving but neither of them will admit they're father and daughter and it's driving her INSANE. she just wants to be trusted!!

skdhdj Claire has a p.o. box and one day they stopped by and there was a head of a stuffed unicorn in there as a godfather parody, and Claire calls Dean like 'THAT WAS ALEX'S!!' and Mary hears him cursing over the other line and after they hang up she asks who Alex is and Claire's like 'oh my sister' and Mary's like. YOUR WHAT.

then all the shit with the brainwashing and apocalypse world goes down and by the time she's back in the bunker she's SO over waiting she just wants as normal a family dynamic as she can possibly get so she makes a big show of like getting Dean alone and she has a whole apology speech AND a gay rights speech that she had kids from a local lgbt community group proof read and edit for her. and Dean king of the closet is like thanks! but what the Fuck. and people are fully walking into the library now Sam has popcorn and Mary's like listen sweetheart I know I haven't given you a lot of reasons to trust me but at the very least you could have mentioned I'm a grandmother, I mean the resemblance is uncanny- and Dean's like 'shit you met Ben? is he okay?' and she's like. WHO?? WHAT? HOW MANY CHILDREN ARE YOU HIDING. And he's like well Emma's dead ('WHAT') so who else could you POSSIBLY be talking about?? And Mary's like 'Claire!! obviously Claire!!' and Claire, who's on the other side of the room yells 'EW?!' in a put on offended tone and Dean's like 'no she's Cas' brat?!' and Mary's like. 'well she's not a nephilim like Jack! I know you and Cas are together Dean-' and Dean and Cas are like. um. what drew you to that conclusion. pay no attention to the fact we're blushing and now refusing to make eye contact with each other we Swear we are only simply platonic friends we are NOT in a romantic relationship. and then Jack and Claire are both like 'WHAT YOU AREN'T?!?!' and the night is lost to many many confusing confrontations. this post got away from me.

[topperscumslut]

Dating Marvel Sanford Would Include (Hunger Games AU) (NSFW)

this is essentially just my hunger games DR script i mean what

also there is hardly any marvel content on this app anyway let alone smut which is a travesty

it started as just hooking up in the training center before the games

you had taken notice of Marvel since watching the district 1 reaping and seeing him at the tribute parade

he would tease you in training and you thought he hated you

maybe at first he kinda did, he hated the way he was attracted to you

he would poke fun at you for being weak and being from a poor district

basically you guys were the poster couple for enemies to lovers

the rest of the careers hated your guts the same way they did Katniss

Marvel and crew would constantly look at you like a piece of meat in the training center until you showed off your skills with a knife

they were all impressed, although too proud to admit it

Marvel especially

you were constantly feeling his eyes on you, albeit in a different way this time

fast forward a couple hours and he was taking you behind the edible plants station

or in the bathroom, or on the picnic tables, or behind the weapons stations

anywhere he could make you his

well, without getting caught, that was

you were sure there was some rule against tributes fucking in the training center

and his alliance wouldn’t take it well at all

at first it was just sex, no kissing or anything

Marvel didn’t even particularly like you, at least not at first

or if he did, he wouldn’t admit it

not to himself and especially not to you

you were pretty much just a toy for him to get off

not that you were complaining cause you were getting off too

i mean c’mon, Marvel’s kind of an asshole. this isn’t news.

but he can also be a really huge sweetheart

of course, he would never in a million years do anything without your consent. he wasn’t THAT much of an asshole

in fact he loved how enthusiastic you were to do the things you guys did

he loved how much he turned you on, it really stroked his already huge ego

the first time he kissed you really took you by surprise and made the whole endeavor feel so much more intimate

oh, and he’s definitely a pleasure dom

which seemed kinda fun to you at first

it turned out to be even more of a challenge to endure than the games

as time went on he kept dropping little hints that he was falling for you

at his interview he talked cheekily about the “special girl” in his life and how great she was

at a lot of things

he loved that only you two knew who he was talking about

but the way he talked about you was… different

you were both starting to realize slowly that you were falling in love with each other

after training had ended you ended up coming down to Marvel’s room in where the tributes were staying to fool around

it was all fun and games until in the middle of it he said “I love you”

you were surprised at first but you said it back, and you knew you both meant it

eventually the two of you ended up being found out

it took a lot of convincing from Marvel, but finally the careers allowed you to join their alliance

they still didn’t particularly like you though

Clove thought you were a “distraction”

she was probably right

stolen kisses in the arena

you and Marvel finding ways around the cameras to have some *fun* in the arena

this man is definitely extremely horny

not even just horny, but just touchy in general

whether you’re cuddling or hooking up or he’s holding you, he ALWAYS has to have his hands on you

both of you getting so anxious when one of you gets injured in the games

somehow you find a way to win the games together

the capitol loves you two

sometimes you have nightmares about the games, so Marvel will rub your head and whisper to you until you fall back asleep in his arms

he’s a big cuddler

he absolutely LOVES being the big spoon

and teasing you for how short you look next to him

sometimes when the nightmares get bad you wish you had never had to go to the games

but at the end of the day, you wouldn’t trade what you’ve gained from it for the whole world

[dailytatsu]

Hello! I saw request were open so i was wondering if i could request some headcanons of the Archons and/or the Adepti meeting a God reader who is the God of Chaos and destruction. The reader is not a Archon tho and travels all over Teyvat cuz small bits of destruction were ever they go. They're pretty mischievous and somewhat smug but despite how they act they're actually a good person. They dont mean to cause problems(most of the time anyways) chaos follows them were ever they go. Idk if you have a character limit but if you do please tell me so i wont make a mistake again. And if there is you can just do Zhongli and Xiao. Optionally could you make them a dendro user, there not a lot of dendro content and if not thats fine. I understand. Could you make the reader Gn or Non-binary they/them pronouns please? If not male reader is totally fine. Im so sorry for the long post and I hope you have a good day/night!

Ohmy, it’s my first time just writing headcanons! I’m use to write a lot, so let’s hope I did it right (^ ^' )7

Thanks for the request! ✨

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[HC] God of Chaos! Reader and the Archons + Xiao

Characters: Zhongli, Xiao, Venti, Shogun Raiden (Ei).

Gn! Reader

I tried doing it with everyone but I’m no still that confident to try writing with some characters ＿|￣|○

Sorry for any mistakes!

Request are open!

Genshin Masterlist

Second part ->

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VENTI

To be honest, he didn't notice your presence at first. He had other concerns on his mind that day to perceive the chaotic (and slightly threatening) aura that Mondstadt was infected with that day.

Barbatos is a person of habit, so he couldn't help but be curious when the crowd in front of him began to look a little agitated instead of seeming to enjoy his lyre and his songs.

But then a series of domino events appeared in front of his very eyes.

The purity of the chaos was such that he felt overwhelmed, even without the white-haired boy around, if it wasn’t Bennett fault, then how was it possible for everything to be ruined in such a short time?

His patience ended when, out of nowhere, the strings of his lyre jumped close to his face as they snapped. Making that awful noise that couldn’t mean nothing good.

Okay, enough, who is messing around in here? No more joking in his nation!

He concentrated a little, a faint but unique presence kept his nerves on edge, as if he was being watched from afar. He moved away from the busy areas and then chased that ephemeral energy to the highest point of the church, where the bells were ringing in an irregular and stressful way.

Then he found you. Snoozing against one of the columns, somewhat tired because the trip you made to reach Mondstadt.

Surprisingly, Barbatos understood you since the first exchange of words. A god of chaos who was also a free spirit, you followed no rules ever written in Teyvat, and you had no plans to apologize for the mess you made.

Both of you were Zhongli’s worst nightmare, but that’s another story.

He managed to through your arrogance and your teasing nature that you, in fact, were a lonely spirit that liked to witness the life from above of everyone.

The difference between teasing someone accidentally and committing a crime was really visible, but he still couldn't help but feel like he should scold you after your mere presence messed up with the guild's baskets full of fish.

But hey! He also enjoy the company! Venti tried to teach you how to enjoy the calm and the whisper of wind, music can also contain chaos, feelings, old stories waiting to be told again, expressions and desire united, in a wonderful piece of-

As you yawned his lyre broke up again. Making clear the message.

Okay, not even God of Freedom and Wind can control chaos. Anyways, what a tragedy, but there’s nothing a simple bard can do, smh.

“Do you like kids, don’t you?” He said once, after a nice day of hearing him sing before your chaos reached his little concert. Again watching everyone from above on the hands of the statue, with your attention caught by some kids playing tag.

“… I don’t know what do you mean.” Once discovered you had no choice but to remain defensive, pretending to be disinterested.

“Heh, you aren’t a good liar.” It may not be the wisest thing to make fun of someone who could destroy the place where you were resting, but Venti was confident that he knew you well enough to know that you were not so explosive. “You know!, I just have some pieces, but I think it’s because they are little walking concentrations of pure and innocent chaos, am I wrong?”

He wasn’t, no at all. But you would never confess something that embarrassing.

This guy wrote a ballad about the days when Mondstadt got immerse with that strike of bad luck. Kind of an apology of not being able to handle the situation.

Now there’s the rumor that says that, every time somebody sings that song, something unlucky will happen in front of you.

The song is cursed.

One night when the moon was shining on the Cider Lake his well tuned ears distinguished a melody that was broken from time to time by the accidents of his performer, distracting him of his way to look for you.

It could be painful to listen to, but Venti could certainly feel the dedication of the one who was playing the imperfect song.

The ballad of the god of chaos, hummed like a lullaby that instead of making you sleep makes you question the events of the day. Wishing for the slightest thing to be different after an exhaustive week of peace and tranquility.

A lonely spirits cursing their existence, sitting in the highest point of a stranger’s palace, where you can reach the sky by only rising your hand.

The next day, Barbatos invited you to drink some wine, this time near Windrise to avoid accidents in the city.

As he almost dropped the bottle when a lot of slimes were attracted by your presence, he confirmed the theory about that the way to spend time with you would not be his personal definition of hanging out.

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ZHONGLI

Okay, there’s only two scenarios that could happened when you set a foot in Liyue.

Old man has a soft spot for you for being a relative young deity.

Or he’s always lecturing you for not having control of your aura and powers.

How u dare bringing chaos to the nation of order? It’s that a death wish?

Jokes aside, you’re not really a threat. And he could sense that after he saw how you tried to avoid having direct contact with the city. Rex Lapis found your silhouette jumping and crossing through the mountains until reaching the fairest point that allowed you to enjoy the view of the streets that were filled with life and light as the sunsets.

He even noticed how you sighed in frustration when a storm started out of nowhere. A rain dedicated just for the arriving of the God of Chaos. Not even bothering of getting shield, you stayed in your place to look at all the people who were getting back to their places.

The rain seemed to stop over your head, for a second was enough to stop you from being cruelly swamped by the very weather you had created. An elegant umbrella covered you, the long awaited surprise you expected from someone as outdated as Morax.

You looked up, and found his expression calm and attentive, watching you. As if he had made a great discovery that he could not believe

“May I have a moment of your time to keep you company? Letting out your sorrows in the middle of a torrential storm is not what I would recommend as way to spend a good day.”

“… What are you talking about? Get in your own business, old man.”

“Well, you should know that a sorrow shared is a sorrow halved.”

Next time you knew was that he was helping you to dry your hair with a towel once you let him guide you to his place.

Zhongli picked you up like a abandoned cat that day. Even if having you near meant to deal with new the roof leaks.

Also kept you away from Hu Tao, if you two ever get along for being partners in crime he would seal himself underground-

For all the time you spend exploring Liyue, there he was. Like a little kid showing his treasures. But also like a worried father looking after his child for them not to stumble making their first steps.

Look at you! Almost crushing those Treasure Hoarders when a bunch of rocks fell down after you jumped at the edge of the cliff.

Wait, no- come back here! You should verify the surroundings and be aware of the weight of your power if you’re going to explore in that bold way. You, chaotic brat.

Another one who believed fervently that your mood was to blame for the constant chaos you caused. He also tried to show you the wonders of peace and calm, teaching you how to prepare tea while listening to the storyteller (also both being a little far away from the rest of them, just in case).

He couldn’t help but sigh when the teapot arm broke as soon as you tried to serve the tea. What a waste, he thought.

You apologized to him, kind of stressed with yourself after you took all the pieces with your bare hands to run away with them. Leaving a confused Zhongli behind.

Next day you were back, with the teapot repaired and just like new.

He let out a lot of thankful words, some flattering and a lot more cheesy things that you never had received before.

With that unexpected affection you couldn’t help but react flustered; then a cat that was chasing a bird jumped through a lot of decorations and merchandise, almost starting a fire as the chained events kept going.

Yeah,, uh, Zhongli got some useful mental notes about you and your chaos that day.

Hey, before you go, want to make a contract? You won’t regret it!

But as the wandering spirit you were you had no problems in reject his offer, but also promising that you would visit Liyue if he wanted you to.

Of course he wanted! But.. maybe next time you should stay in Huaguang Stone Forest instead of roaming near the city,,

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XIAO

Tried to kill you.

I mean, your aura is threatening and full of a destructive energy, how is possible that you weren’t a demon to eradicate??

Sorry, but he had a point.

Your first met was on your way to reach Huaguang Stone Forest along with Zhongli for introduce you with the Adeptus.

Xiao, in the other side, thought that you were about to attack Morax from behind, so he just struck against you. With his polearm near to go through your chest, just stopped because you felt him before.

Lifting your hand at his direction, summoning chaos, this time, on purpose. The wind gained a wrathful nature and the biggest roots that were hiding under his feet rose to caught him.

And when you were about to hit each other Zhongli’s shield appeared just in time to separate both of you. Preventing a real catastrophic event.

Now stop fighting and introduce to each other.

Nice(n’t) to meet u.

What if you tried to awake Azhdaha to bring chaos and destruction to Liyue? What if you wanted to summoned Osial? What if… ?

Zhongli had to confirm and promise to him that those cruel possibilities won’t be a near future for respecting the real reason of your travel.

No matter if he wasn’t comfortable with your presence, it wasn’t his decision to allow you to roam freely, so he had to get use to it.

He immediately knew after hearing about your nature that was your fault that lately there were a lot more demons and monsters. Even his karma was getting more painful than usual.

(If you ever meet Hu Tao, please think twice before doing Xiao a prank)

You both didn’t interact a lot, and being honest, it was better that way.

He hadn’t a single intention of talking with you again until the day you were practicing the song that your Anemo friend taught you. By the other hand, Xiao noticed that the melody had the same nature as the one he once heard before being consumed by the karma.

It wasn’t a flute, but a worn lyre that was still in one piece after weeks of being repaired again and again.

“That song… ”

“Do you know it?” Xiao just nodded, staying in silence, being your very first audience even if you still have a lot to learn about playing a lyre.

It wasn’t as effective as the original, but was still… nice, kind of nostalgic.

Next morning, the Yaksha called for you. Made you stay still in the middle of a plain and then he disappeared of your sight.

He abandoned y- wait, what’s that? Why those monsters has that weird dark aura?

You were about to defend yourself until Xiao appeared back just in time to defeat them.

That day you became his personal bait for demons and monsters. Naturally you attracted chaos, so anyway you were, there will be also something to fight.

I guess this is your way to pay for all the troubles you made for him and his duty, so no complaining about it.

If you ask for a unexpected experience to Ganyu she would said that once she found both of you fighting along against the catastrophe, looking after each other’s back and almost having a perfect synchrony.

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SHOGUN RAIDEN; EI

Also tried to kill you.

Well, the puppet tried to.

And then Ei tried when you had the opportunity of facing her.

But since killing a god just mean the releasing of a lot, pure, energy she couldn’t afford that risk, much less considering your “speciality”.

Who knows what would happen to Inazuma if your vital energy burst across the nation. Just like that old story about Sal Terrae and their goddess.

She just defeated you. Letting you rest and recovering in the midst of the plane of her reality within her mind. Your inert body in the middle of the battlefield as she kept meditating.

When you woke up she ignored your presence, but also denying your complaints about letting you go out back.

In her words, you were a burden, another enemy of eternity. Something as unpredictable as you and your “accidents” couldn’t get along with her utopia.

Ei could banish you from Inazuma, but she knows your type. Stubborn and not accepting the most simple orders to obey.

She knew that you would found a way to be back.

It’s better like this.

And in the hypothetical case of you being freed when she trapped the traveler (kicking you out) and then having a chance to see her again after the end of the war, then things would be somewhat different.

There’s not that much of civilization on some islands, so she allowed you to explore as much as your heart wanted. But if something serious happen, she promised that would end her work in the middle of the sea so your remains never be found.

Okay, message clear. Just do chaos near monsters and bandits, got it,,

Even if she wanted to spend some time with you and telling you some stories about Inazuma and other gods she couldn’t found the right time to call you at her presence.

As the current ruler of Inazuma she was busier than the rest of Archons you have meet. Maybe just some letters now and then like a way to keep a logbook, but not really a face to face talk.

Until she got the opportunity of a day off, just to found you messing around near some ruins. Trying to solve a puzzle before your speciality strikes in. The structure fell down after your fingertips reached the stone.

When the dust dissipated, you discovered her figure judging you from the other side of the remain ruins.

Give her a good reason for not errase you from the map, I dare u.

You felt the worst was about to come when Ei ordered you to follow her after a long sigh. Crossing her arms and starting to walk away from the bunch of old and worn rock.

Plot Twist, she actually invited you to rest under a tree, asking in her serene voice the reason for your journey and your origin. In such a direct way that it seemed more like a sentence than a talk to get to know each other better.

You answered what you could remember and then the silence stayed like the only way of interaction between you two.

Ohno, you know this pattern. Something’s about to happen-

“There is some strange beauty in the chaos, it may be the calm after the storm, but the catastrophe itself is seen as a necessary evil to appreciate the stillness. How much it would last until the lighting hit the valley?”

“So I arrived to keep order between the humans?”

Well yes, but actually no.

“… You see, if there is nothing but order and a lack of problems, mortals are likely to create them on their own. Their minds feels the need to be tested, to prove their worth, so I guess some of your chaos may be part of the history.”

“… then shall we take a walk in Inazuma?” You did not know if you were right, but you thought you saw a faint smile through his lips in the same way that lightning can be seen in the sky.

“I’ll allow it.” She said.

Her only condition was for you not to approach the huge boxes of fireworks down the street.