#I think to think tails does university part time from home and that’s how he knows professor pickle

[rhiannonsknife]

I think I am 🦌 anon…… I love h2O just add water SO much im sobbing I’ll love anything u write for it…. Also bc im such a gigantic Rikki/emma shipper its making me think about Jackie/Melissa and now I feel galaxy brain 🌌🌌 like Melissa would have way more fun giving Jackie shit occasionally and they could have fun banter… meanwhile Shauna is standing by quietly losing her mind diskjdkwjfjejeh anyways Melissa calling Jackie “princess” do you mind if I exit

— H2O JUST ADD WATER (yellowjackets au)

the three of them weren’t even supposed to end up on the island. they were meant to be out on lottie’s boat (well, mr. matthews’, technically) for an afternoon cruise, a little celebration after winning regionals & qualifying for nationals. a few jv girls had tagged along (hence, melissa) and the day itself couldn’t have been better. until the engine of mel’s boat stalled on the way back, leaving them stranded just off mako island. she pointed out they could dock and check the motor from shore. so they did and, while waiting, wandered off. that’s how jackie found the moon pool…

or: healing my inner child…let me have my mermaid moment with this guys!!

SHAUNA SHIPMAN ⋆˙⟡ cleo

shauna keeps it to herself the longest. it’s not that she’s any better at hiding it, if anything, she’s the worst liar…(definitely writes about it in her journal, too!!) but the rational part of her just refuses to believe it’s real.

her first signs aren’t as dramatic (meaning no tail incident), it’s mostly water, acting strange: the morning after, at the sink, shauna reaches for the faucet, and the stream bends, curving away from her hand. she flinches, and it snaps back.

it takes three full tail incidents (one in her bathtub, one at the harbor, and one in the locker room where jackie has to block the door) for shauna to finally admit: “okay. yeah. so i think i’m a mermaid too.”

hydrokinesis — the ability to control the shape & volume of water. shauna is secretly practicing her powers in the tub and the pond in the park, to avoid incidents like the one time she accidentally made the water in her mom’s flower vase swirl into a spiral when she got distracted watching jackie eat a popsicle…

JACKIE TAYLOR ⋆˙⟡ emma

jackie is, for once, the unlucky one. her first transformation happens right before jeff is supposed to come over. she’s in her bathrobe, mid-prep for one of her ‘everything-showers’ she’s decided make her irresistible (comphet jackie taylor, you are real to me in every universe…) when she dips a toe into the water to test the temperature. 

the contact is all it takes. water hits her skin & she changes. jackie’s legs fuse together, and her body slumps into the tub. she screams once, then slaps a hand over her mouth in shock. gripping the tub’s edge, she’s sobbing, terrified, and somehow furious that it had to happen today of all days (omg jackie who transforms the day she was planning to “finally” lose her virginity…?? fate stepped in!!)

when jeff calls to say he’s out front, jackie, still stunned, chokes out: “uhm- i can’t hang out! i’m...sick. like…puking sick! go home.” then she hangs up and stares down at her new tail.

cryokinesis — the ability to freeze water & create ice (the concept of this being jackie’s power….). in the beginning, jackie can’t stop accidentally freezing things. she ruins several sinks and refuses to drink anything cold, afraid it might freeze in her throat. she’s definitely the most frustrated with her lack of control.

MELISSA HAT ⋆˙⟡ rikki

melissa is the first to admit it not only to herself (which, frankly, is hard to deny when her legs turn into a full-blown tail the second she touches water), but out loud: “okay, don’t freak, but i think i’m a goddamn mermaid.”

she says this to gen, obviously. gen: her best friend, and more importantly, the only person she trusts enough to show what happens when she pours water down her arm. to be fair, gen does freak out a little. “oh my god, do it again!” she shrieks “can you, like, breathe underwater now?!”

melissa tries to play it cool, as if she hasn’t been spiraling for 48 hours straight & didn’t scream the first time it happened, slipping into her pool and nearly passing out from shock. as if she’s not lowkey in love with both shauna & jackie, losing her mind about it more and more every time they mention weird water stuff…

hydro thermokinesis — the ability to heat & boil water. it starts with bathwater, then escalates to a full bottle she forgets she’s holding during an argument with shauna, which explodes in her grip. melissa is surprisingly cautious, though, taking time to practice and gain control.

[simmerandwrite]

grapefruit sidecar (part 1)

part of the Sink Into Me universe

Pairing: mob boss! Steve Rogers x plus size! reader x mob! Bucky Barnes

Summary: It was just an innocent question. You definitely didn't have any ulterior motives: “Have you ever had a threesome?” But when Steve admits something from his past with Bucky, you can't help but wonder...

Part 1: The Club | Part 2: The Penthouse

Warnings: 18+!!! established relationship (Steve x reader), MFM threesome shenanigans

Notes: here we gooooo! I don't think you *need* to read Sink Into Me to enjoy this two part series, but hey - feel free to read it! enjoy! and yes in my mind these two fuck like owen gray and small hands what who said that

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“Have you ever had a threesome?”

The question came from your lips so casually, so innocently that Steve wasn’t sure he had heard you correctly. He stilled his pen and lifted his eyes to you, curled up in the corner of the couch in his office. 

You were typing away on your phone, nursing the tail end of a hangover. Steve had insisted he could take you home to have a nap following the late brunch you shared together, but you insisted you wanted to just orbit near him for the rest of the day. 

He couldn’t say no to that. But he also couldn’t keep putting off some paperwork, so armed with an oversized iced tea for hydration, you made yourself comfortable on the couch while he worked. And now he knew exactly why you had encouraged him to get a nice throw blanket to keep at the office too. 

Steve cleared his throat, finally drawing your eyes to his. You gave him a cheeky smile. 

“And where is that question coming from?”

“Uhm,” you started slowly, sitting up a bit straighter as you put your phone down. “A weird turn of topics in the group chat with the girls.” 

Something about your smile made Steve think that wasn’t the whole truth. 

He laughed. Okay, he’d play along. “And is my response going to be the next topic in the group chat with the girls?” 

You shook your head. “I wouldn’t do that. Just because Maria loves updating us on her sex life constantly, doesn’t mean I contribute the same way. Scouts honour.” 

Steve pushed back on his chair and stood, removing his glasses as he walked over to join you. 

“Weird place for pillow talk,” he said, planting himself beside you on the couch. You were quick to adjust and cozy up at his side. “But yes, I’ve had a threesome. More than one.”

“Oooh. With who?”

One of his eyebrows shot up, scanning your curious wide eyes. “Sweetheart.”

“I mean, you don’t have to tell me. I’m just wondering how threesomes even happen. I’ve never had one, thought about it I guess but like.. who executes the idea? Do you talk about it beforehand or does it just happen? Who makes sure it’s fair?”

Steve let out a hard laugh. “When I’m involved, everyone has always had a good time. It’s been fair.”

“Okay but with who?”

He hesitated. 

“Come onnnnn. Who was it? When was it? Wait. Have you had more than one? Was it with someone I know? You know I don’t care about your history with Sharon. She probably has some attractive girlfriends.”

Steve blew out a breath. What did he have to lose here? You and him were both typically very secure in your relationship, but he still didn’t want to unintentionally hurt any feelings. 

“Okay. If you really want to know.” He shook his head, somehow confused he was even talking to you about this. “I’ve had a few. Haven’t happened in a while, usually there are just certain circumstances where… It happened organically. With a repeat participant.” 

You nodded, eager. “Whoooo?”

“Usually it was me, and that repeat participant, and a nice girl we found at the club.”

“Steve.” You groaned out his name. “Just tell me. Who is she?”

Steve’s lips grew into a small smirk as he gave you a sideways glance. “Not a she.”

You gasped, sitting up on your knees at his side. “What? Who? Oh my god, I shouldn’t have just assumed it was a woman.” You stopped your train of thought and narrowed your eyes. “Wait. Oh my god. Oh my god! Is it Bucky?”

Steve raised his eyebrows then gave you a slow nod.

“Ahh!!” You tapped your hand on his shoulder, excited. “That makes so much sense. You two have such a close friendship and honestly, that’s..” You let out a long breath, closing your eyes for a second. “That’s really hot. You and Bucky. Damn.”

Steve shifted slightly in his position, raising an eyebrow and watching as you grew excited beside him on the couch. “Sorry? That’s really what?”

“Steve.” You opened one eye and looked at him quickly. “You heard me. Listen, I’m not blind. Bucky is attractive. But don’t– I’m not, like, attracted to him. Okay, well, I am but not like that.”

“Like how then?” Steve couldn’t help but make you squirm about this whole topic now. It was something he hadn’t ever considered with you - sharing your intimacy with anyone else. Mostly because the idea of any other person on the planet even looking at you like that made him fire up with a possessive side he had a hard time hiding. But… Bucky wasn’t just anyone. 

There was a certain thrill that Bucky and Steve used to share when they’d do this together. The experiences were never really planned but Steve knew if someone caught his eye that Bucky would be interested in just as much as he was, and they were both in the mood for a little extra fun, then it was only fair to throw it on the table. They had their own signal, even. A quick side hug with a keyword dropped into the conversation, followed by a confirmation double ear tug.

It had always been a sober choice, too. 

“Stop,” you replied quietly, leaning into Steve’s shoulder again. “Forget I said anything.”

“I can forget it.. If that’s what you want.” He extended his hand to prop your chin up, encouraging you to look him in the eyes again. “But if it’s something you want to discuss further..”

You pulled back slightly. “What?” It looked like your mind was misfiring as you found your words. “But.. wouldn’t that be weird? Also.. wait. Are you – Hmm. It sounds fun but kind of scary and.. How do you even start and..” You paused and closed your eyes again. “Would Bucky even want to… with me..? Am I even his type?”

“Sweetheart,” Steve turned directly to you, grasping your hands in his. “You have no idea.”

—

Steve knew the right moment would present itself. Because the millisecond you had started the conversation with him about it, he had a feeling it would happen eventually. But, it was important that the timing was just right.

Mostly because he didn’t want you to worry or panic about it. In fact, in the few conversations you and Steve had shared about the entire threesome topic, he had made it abundantly clear that you would be in charge. That was usually the method Steve and Bucky followed anyway, depending on the third person sharing a bed with them.

Really though, after all of this chatter about the possibility, Steve could see your confidence and excitement growing. You had told Steve it was his responsibility to read your energy and Bucky’s to make sure everything felt right. And Steve had suggested maybe easing into the whole thing anyways. Maybe you didn’t go all the way right away. 

But, the right moment had to arrive.

And on a very ordinary Saturday night at the club, things seemed to be aligning. First and foremost, Steve knew you were in a great mood. You had an extra day off, you’d recently finished a big project at work and Steve had even just surprised you with a shopping spree. He knew how rarely you spent money on yourself, especially for new pieces of clothing. He had been especially generous when it came to a few pieces of lingerie. 

One set specifically he knew you had on under that new dress. While the club wasn’t always your preferred location for a Saturday night, you had been the one to suggest it this time. You wanted to dance with your girls and who was Steve to hold you back?

As for Bucky, Steve knew his friend had recently gone on a few bumpy first dates. First dates that didn’t deliver because it was clear from Bucky’s on and off grumpy mood that he was pretty pent up. Steve knew it was still a shot in the dark if Bucky would want to participate, but maybe he’d want to let off some steam and have fun.

So, when it was early enough in the night that both you and Bucky hadn’t yet overindulged, Steve started to put a plan into action.

When you came back upstairs to his private area for a break from the dance floor, Steve handed you a glass of water. 

“I’m cutting you off,” he whispered into your ear.

“I’ve only had one glass of –”

“Baby..” Steve pressed a kiss against your neck. “Just trust me. You go back down and dance while I chat with Bucky.”

You let out a small gasp, reaching out to grab the lapel of Steve’s suit. “Wait. Really? Are we–”

Steve cut you off with a kiss, then motioned towards the dancefloor. You gave him a coy smile over your shoulder as you hurried down to find Wanda and Maria again.

With a deep breath, Steve ran a hand through his hair then headed towards the bar. Bucky had his back against the counter, sipping a rocks glass as he surveyed the space. Steve stopped at Bucky’s side, giving him a small nudge on the arm.

“What are you drinkin’?” Steve prompted, matching Bucky’s pose.

Bucky furrowed his brow, turning to look at Steve. “Whiskey.”

“Wanna switch it up?” Steve asked slowly, turning his head to meet Bucky’s eyes. “Maybe we split a grapefruit sidecar?”

Bucky nearly choked as he turned to face Steve directly. “What? Rogers, I’m not going to .. If you are planning to fuck this up with your girl over some other broad.. I’m going to fuckin’ kick your ass and–”

Steve brought his hands up to stop Bucky from doing exactly that. “Jesus, Buck. Don’t think so fucking little of me, punk.” Steve rolled his neck then leaned in closer. “This invite is coming from me and my girl.”

Bucky’s eyes blew open, mouth slightly agape as he looked at Steve. “Are you serious?”

Steve grinned, raising his eyebrows up for a brief moment. “You need a second to mull it over?”

Bucky blinked, clearly letting his mind catch up. He quickly discarded his glass on the bar and raised his hand to tug on his earlobe. “Stevie, you know I’d never admit to having impure thoughts about your girl but..”

Steve laughed then grasped Bucky’s shoulder. “My office. 20 minutes.”

–

Steve came and found you on the dancefloor not long after he had pitched that tonight would be the night. And holy shit, you couldn’t believe it. You were buzzing with more than just excitement - there was a flutter of nerves and impossibilities flashing through your mind too.

Even though Steve had quite thoroughly told you how much fun you’d all have, how Bucky would enjoy himself just as much as you would, if not more. Despite those reassurances, you wouldn’t believe it could even happen until, well, it happened.

Now, as you were heading to Steve’s office - there seemed to be some sort of electricity in the air. 

God, you looked hot tonight. That was helping a lot. Out of all the clothes Steve had dropped down cash for, the dress you were wearing had been one of your favourites. It hugged the curves of your body in the most perfect way, with a generous view of your chest and a short hemline that left little to the imagination. You had felt effortlessly sexy in it, especially with the lacy garments underneath threatening to peak out at the top.

Steve’s office was empty when you both arrived, the walls dulling the bass from trickling in from the club. Steve left the big lights off, opting for just lamplight and ambiance from the illuminated Brooklyn skyline seeping in. 

Before you could start nervously pacing, Steve pulled you into his arms. He was leaning against the edge of the desk and you stood between his legs.

“Hey, remember what I said before..” Steve started, slowly tracing his fingers up and down your arms as he kept eye contact with you. “If you change your mind, at any point.. You just say so. And then it’s over, no questions asked.”

You nodded. “I know. Thank you.” As much as you were trying to keep it together, you couldn’t help but giggle. “I’m excited. But I'm nervous, too. How does this start and–”

A knock at the door interrupted your thoughts. After a few seconds, there was a voice.

“It’s, uh, me. Bucky.”

Steve glanced down at you, giving you one last look waiting for your confirmation. You responded with a coy smile and a nod, shifting around to lean against Steve. He draped his arms around you and called out for Bucky to come in.

You had always been aware of how attractive Bucky was. You were a normal, warm blooded woman after all. But there was something even hotter about seeing him cross through the doorway, knowing full well what intentions you all shared. And the fact that Bucky looked nervous, like his confidence wasn’t guarding him as it usually did, made it all feel even better.

Fuck. These men and their suits, too. Bucky was wearing black on black on black and the way his metal arm glinted under the lamplight, you nearly choked.

Bucky shut the door behind him, glancing over his shoulder quickly to look back at Steve. You sensed Steve’s nod, because Bucky made sure to lock the door, too. Then after an awkward silence, Bucky took it upon himself to sit on the couch.

“So,” Steve started, all calm and casual as his fingertips skated against your exposed collarbone. 

All you could do was stare straight ahead at Bucky, watching him watching you and Steve. Fuck, what happened now? How did you cross this line and–

You gasped as Steve’s lips found your neckline, weakening your knees as his tongue and lips explored your skin.

“Sweetheart,” Steve paused, moving one hand down your body and toying with the bottom of your dress. “How are you feeling?”

You whimpered, closing your eyes. “G-good. Yeah, so good.”

Steve grinned against your neck, pressing another kiss under your ear. “Buck?”

You looked back towards Bucky as he took a second to reply. He was already adjusting the top of his jeans, taking in slow breaths. “Yeah, so far so..” When he bit his lip, you nearly collapsed.

Steve lowered his voice, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Baby, what do you want? You wanna help Bucky feel even better?”

Holy fuck, you did. You really did. Jesus Christ almighty, the whole concept of Steve encouraging you to put your mouth on Bucky was electric. 

“You already makin’ a mess of those nice panties, baby?” You nodded again, looking back up at Steve as he grabbed your neck. “You take care of Bucky then he’ll watch me take care of you. How’s that sound?” 

Your reply was a jumbled up moan of positivity as Steve kissed you again, hard and wet before squeezing your hips and swatting your ass. 

As you walked towards him, Bucky sat up just a bit straighter on the couch. He was still nervous but judging by how he was running his hands down his thighs, you only imagined how excited he was, too.

“Hi Bucky,” you said quietly as you very slowly got down on your knees. “Can I..” You dragged your tongue across your lips, then glanced down at his belt.

Bucky swallowed hard, sparing another glance towards Steve before looking back at you. He sucked in a breath then reached his hand out to steady your chin. “Only if you want to, doll.”

You couldn’t help but smile, genuinely. Despite being on your knees in front of him, you were grateful that Bucky was still confirming your own interest in this whole thing.

“Yes, please.” You nodded and placed your hands on his knees, slowing running them up his slacks until you met his belt buckle.

He was quick to assist you in your task, pulling at his belt and lifting his hips as you yanked on his pants and boxers. His cock was already hard and ready and you couldn’t even help yourself, immediately reaching for it.

“Fuck,” Bucky exhaled, hands clutching the couch as you ran your hands against it.

“Buck,” Steve called out from across the room. “Pillow.”

You looked up at Bucky, who was scrambling to reach out and grab a nearby throw pillow from the opposite side of the couch. Without a second thought, he lifted it to rest behind his head before Steve interrupted him.

“For her knees, you dumbass,” Steve laughed, and you couldn’t help but join in.

“Oh, fuck. Sorry,” Bucky mumbled, helping you position it under your knees.

You didn’t reply, but instead you gave Bucky a sweet smile then got to work. You swiped your tongue around the head of his cock, before trailing it down along the soft silk of his shaft. Then you took a deep breath and slowly opened your lips, sucking on the tip.

Bucky’s hands gripped the couch even tighter, barely resisting the urge to thrust his hips upwards. You appreciated his restraint, though you couldn’t help but feel for him.

Your name left his lips, like a curse word. “Doll..” You felt one of his hands against your jaw. “Look at me.” Your eyes darted up to his and he really cursed this time. “Fuck, oh fuck. Yes, look at you with my cock in your mouth. So fucking sexy.”

That set you off, attempting to take even more of his length into your mouth as you looked at him. Whatever you couldn’t fit, you stroked with one of your hands, fueled by the drool dripping past your lips. 

You got into a groove, shifting through a pattern of swirling your tongue, sucking long and hard and adding in both fists stroking on and off too. Above you, Bucky seemed to be in a euphoric state. And he couldn’t stop praising you for it, either.

“Jesus Christ, doll. This fucking mouth. So pretty, so fucking pretty with a cock in it. You do this for Stevie too, don’t you? You’ve done it right here on this couch haven’t you?” 

Something about the way Bucky talked about you and Steve really riled you up. You hollowed out your cheeks, looking up at Bucky with wide eyes as you waited for him. After a second you, pulled back and grinned.

“I let him fuck my face right here, Bucky. Do you wanna do that too?” 

Bucky licked his lips and grinned right back, grabbing the side of your head ever so gently and guiding you right back down onto his cock. Then, he did exactly what he wanted. His hips thrusted up quickly, moving in and out of your mouth in record time. You gagged against him as he held you there briefly, then slowed down.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ come, doll,” he fell back against the couch as you took over once more, both hands alternating between massaging his balls and stroking up. You took him back into your mouth, sucking harder as Bucky’s moans grew louder. 

“So close, so fucking..” You pulled back and Bucky grabbed his cock with one hand, steadying your open mouth before him with the other. He growled as he came, hard. You stuck your tongue out, smiling wide as his climax washed over him, unloading onto your tongue and lips. You let it sit there in your mouth for a few extra seconds, keeping eye contact with Bucky as you swallowed it down.

He collapsed against the couch, eyes blown open wide. “Holy fucking shit. Stevie, the mouth on your girl..”

“You can address your compliments to her directly, Buck,” Steve laughed, standing from where he had been sitting in his chair and coming over to help you up. “You might have made his brain malfunction, sweetheart.”

You smiled proudly, meeting Steve’s lips for a kiss. You leaned against him again, tilting your head up to him. “Need you inside me, please?”

“Yeah?” Steve asked. His hand rested against the base of your neck, holding you flush against his chest. “And can Bucky watch?”

You couldn’t help but giggle and nod.

Bucky’s eyes opened slowly, as a smirk grew on his face too. He didn’t even bother cleaning himself up or pulling his pants into place again, simply leaning back and watching carefully as Steve led you over towards his desk. 

Steve took his time, kissing you quite generously as he peeled your dress up towards your waist. You felt him smile against your lips as his hands tugged on your underwear, sliding his fingers towards your center. Just as he had predicted, you had clearly really enjoyed yourself, as your soaked panties indicated.

“I’m gonna slide right in, baby,” he breathed against your neck, swirling his fingers around your clit. “Maybe next time, we do this at the same time. Do you want to try that? Bucky in your mouth while you’re full of me?” 

You groaned, twitching as Steve’s fingers sped up. It wasn’t long until your orgasm approached and soon enough you were quivering in Steve’s arms, ricocheting your way up and down the rollercoaster of senses as Steve turned and pressed you against his desk.

You laid down across it, on your stomach with your ass up in the air. You could feel Steve behind you, shoving your underwear to the side as he freed himself from his own pants. You gripped the edge of the desk as he entered you, slowly at first to make sure you were comfortable and ready. 

Across the room, you watched as Bucky was gripping his own cock, somehow hard again. Steve held onto your hips and thrusted steady, letting out his own series of grunts and moans as he fucked you.

Between your own moaning and Steve’s, you could barely hear Bucky across the room but he said your name out loud. You met his eyes as he was rubbing his shaft.

“You’re incredible, doll. Absolutely fucking incredible. And look at you, taking Steve so well. You like that, huh? Being so fucking full of him?”

With your own orgasm approaching, all you could do was cry out in agreement. Steve growled behind you, speeding up as he gripped your hips even tighter. 

“Look what you did to Bucky, baby,” Steve smacked his hand against your ass, holding you tight against him. “With just your mouth..” 

Bucky smirked, biting his lip as he watched you bounce against the desk. “Gonna let me feel that pussy next time?”

Your climax felt volcanic - a flurry of neurons firing off in your brain as you quivered, safely pressed against the desk as the weight of Steve covered you like a warm blanket. He came right after, growling in your ear as he spilled into you. Steve stayed in place after, as if unable to let go as he caught his breath. 

As you came back down to earth, Steve eventually stood, taking a moment to clean you up before coaxing you back into his desk chair. Yeah, you definitely needed a few more minutes. If you stood, you might fall down like a baby deer. 

You leaned back into the soft leather chair, eyes closed as you grinned. 

Steve kneeled before you, pressing a kiss to the side of your knee as he fixed your skirt. 

“Baby, you okay?” 

You opened your eyes and looked down. He was flush and seemed awfully content. You weren’t sure you had ever seen him smile like that before. 

You bit your lip, resisting your urge to scream with joy. You glanced from Steve over to Bucky. He was still sitting on the couch, though his pants were done up and buckled again. 

“I’m really good. Like, wow. Great. Amazing.”

Bucky laughed from his spot. “Doll, you’re amazing. I..” He sat up a bit straighter. “Best  sidecar I’ve ever had.”

You raised an eyebrow, looking back to Steve again. They were wearing matching grins. You didn’t want to ask. 

“I have worked up an appetite though..” You moved to stand. Steve got to his feet and offered his hand. “How do we feel about milkshakes?”

You collected yourself as Steve and Bucky strategized the best way to sneak out of the club and find a table at your favourite diner. 

There was a shift, though. When Bucky opened the car door for you, exchanging another smirk with Steve. Something in the air felt different.

Part 2 - The Penthouse

[justcruisingaroundrevived]

Do you think you can do the yandere alphabet for Bill?

I Want a Hundred of Your Time. You're Mine

Summary: Yandere Alphabet with Bill Dickey

TW/CW: Yandere Tendencies, Obsessive behavior, manipulation, physical abuse, mental + emotional abuse, stalking, mind breaking darling

A/N: Fun fact! I actually wrote way before the blog even became active! I'd consider this more so college Bill, considering the stuff he does here would be near impossible for younger Bill to do lol

Reblogs are appreciated!

Affection

If you two are in public, the maximum amount of PDA you’ll get from him is slightly grazing your hand. He’s not used to PDA, especially within a romantic relationship. Plus, he doesn’t want to give the club any perverted thoughts, though that graze will quickly become crushing if he suspects someone is flirting with you

Privately, though, it’s almost unbearable. When he hugs you, it’s almost like his goal is to crush your ribs. Cuddling will consist of him laying on top of you, to the point where you probably won’t be able to feel your legs for a while.

Even when not touching you, he’ll often stand back of you, watching you being yourself (he doesn’t know how creepy that behavior is)

Blood

Bill’s not a stereotypical nerd: he absolutely can fight back, and he will if he perceives the threat to be too great.

Otherwise, the only abuse others will experience are verbal abuse and empty threats. On the plus (or down, depending on you) side, he knows how to hurt those, to the point where you probably have had friendships ended because of the verbal lashing Bill gave them.

Cruelty

When is he not cruel? Bill’s someone who always wants to be on top, no matter what. That means even if you’re his universe, he will purposely hurt his darling. Hell, he’ll make you cry on purpose just to show his dominance (though he’ll become extremely uncomfortable once he realized what he’s done. Don’t expect a genuine apology though)

Darling

What wouldn’t he do? He mock their appearance, hobbies, parents, friends, the ground they walk on. As for keeping enemies in check, he probably would use the club to help him, more likely Jerry and/or Pete (Josh’s out of the question. These two will rather kill each other than ask them for help).

Exposed

Surprisingly would be vulnerable. Since you’re the first person he genuinely can trust, I honestly think he’d tell them everything. Not all at once, but probably within a year or two.

He definitely does that in order to manipulate you into staying, but there’s also a part of him that would genuinely crave someone he can trust; someone who knows what to say or do and won’t judge him if he needs a shoulder to cry on.

Fight

Fight back honestly. We’ve seen how he fights with his friends. It would just the same if he was dating someone.

Now mentally is a different story. You can manipulate him if you play into his ego. Tell him he’s the strongest, smartest, and most handsomest man in the world. Oh yes, Bill, no one knows comic books like you Bill, and people don’t know who they’re dealing with. That will make Bill be more submissive and allow you to (at least temporarily) get him off your tail

Game

This is not a game to him. The moment he laid eyes on you, it’s like the whole world stopped and you became the only thing he wanted in his life was you. He’s genuinely trying to be the best partner he can be, he really is. Growing up in a broken home with an abusive mother is tough, though. (Get this man therapy). He considered himself the luckiest man alive that he has you, even if he doesn’t show it.

Hell

Everyday life will feel like walking on eggshells. He has no emotional control, and often will lash out if it means getting his way.

However, he would HATE crying in front of you (personally). He may be someone who can give a verbal beating, but wants to be always seen as the “alpha”. That means him any sort of “feminine emotions”, including crying.

If you do see it, please be nice and reassuring. Let him lay on your lap while mumbles about incoherent nonsense. He really needs an ear (plus, he’ll soften up considerably once he knows you’ll be there for him)

Ideals

If it was up to him, the first date would’ve ended with you saying each other’s vows. More realistically, it’d be you and him against the world. Living in a big house, far away from the “haters”, loving each other and now worrying about money or fame

Jealously

Looking up the word “jealous” would result in a picture of Bill Dickey. This man’s jealously knows no boundaries.

Staring down people who stare at you for too long, squeezing your hands when you guys go anywhere together. Fuck, he might even use your belt loops to keep you in place.

If it’s really bad, pray you have a good scarf cause that man is MARKING YOU (except since he’s a virgin, these will hurt especially)

Kisses

Honestly the same, except more lovey dovey and lenient (just a little). You’re his most prized collectible, and will make sure it stayed that way (in his own terms, of course)

Love Letters

The crush stage would be the worst, honestly. Dealing with the fact that he can fall in love, he be much more aggressive. Starting more fights, being more willing to hurt those around him, and even doing petty crimes to satisfy this new emotion. I wouldn’t be surprised if he kept a journal. Looking into it would be pages upon pages of incoherent thoughts, rough scribbles and thoughts about his darling.

Once he starts dating you, he would overly compensate. This would be him at his most ideal, though that also means he’s at his most fake. He wants to “capture” you before anyone else can, and once he does, then he slips back to his true self

Mask

Nope. He shows himself honestly and brutally (some might even say that was his downfall)

Naughty

Taking away their privileges. No hanging out with friends, having to constantly call him where they are (texting is no longer good enough), and possibly leaving them on house arrest if you really fuck up (IE; try to escape from him). These punishments are for him to decide. You’ll know when it’s over if he suddenly starts acting like nothing happened (if he really loves you, probably will become cuddly and using you as a pillow)

Oppression

If you’re timid/don’t care, surprisingly few (just make sure you don’t have male friends). He trusts you and knows the only way to keep you is to continue to have that trust

If you’re defiant and/or bite back, then expect the only rights you have is the four corners of the house. Again, wants to maintain that control and the only way he sees it is seizing any and all control in your life

Patience

I would personally throw you a party if you managed to make Bill somewhat patient.

This is a word that is non-existent in his category. Like a drop of a hat, he can start screaming, throwing things, personal insults, or even get physical if you fight back. He’s impulsive and acts out before thinking

Quit

If you want to escape from him, your best bet is with Josh. He’s the only one who questions Bill’s authority (for his own selfish reasons). Fuck, he might even offer it to you, if it means “avoiding an Yoko Ono” situation. That means he’ll start more fights with Bill and keep him distracted until you move far, far away. I don’t think Bill could do anything. He’s not superhuman, and other club members would be reluctant to help him (ESPECIALLY Josh). Jerry may be the only one who will keep tabs on you, but the rest of the club don’t give a shit.

If you died however, Bill would be devastated. Long nights on his bed, not doing anything but thinking about you. His room becomes filled with unopened boxes of collectibles, tissues pilling up in his garbage can, and his mom dragging him out in order to hose him down like a cat. It doesn’t matter though. What’s life without his darling?

Regret

Never. He believes he’s doing right by his darling. How can a woman survived in this cruel world without him? He’ll only feel guilty you start avoiding him, but it’s more in a “You’ll laugh with me again” and now genuinely being sorry.

Stigma

As Evan said, Bill was not born this way. Having an abusive home life and divorced parents can bring the worst out of anyone. He’s always hated his parents, and will do ANYTHING to avoid turning up like him. You present that opportunity; to prove to himself and others that he can break the cycle and he can be a good person.

Tears

Again, super guilty in the most superficial sense. His only references of love is gift giving and that’s really it.

He’ll bring you gifts you mentioned offhandedly and will become extremely clingy to prove a point. Fuck, he’ll burn a CD with your favorite songs (and he hates music). He’ll essentially act like a divorced parent trying to win back the love of their child.

Unique

He’s brutally honest. There’s no beating around the bush with him. Half because he doesn’t know how to manipulate, half because that’s just him.

Vice

Butter him up. Praise the ground he walks on, let him hold you for as long as he sees fit, make him feel like king of the hill. When he feels like that, he’ll let his darling do what they want, just as long they come back to him.

Wit’s end

Yes. Verbal and mental abuse galore. He’s not afraid of using your insecurities and secrets against you, especially when he feels you’ve wronged him. However, unless you get physical first, he won’t hit you. He “likes being fair”, but the real reason is that he doesn’t want to hurt you. He only hits you so you know what he can do to you.

Xoanon

You are his universe. He doesn’t even think about the life before you, and neither shall you. He’s extremely abusive, but that’s because he’s been taught this behavior. He loves breathing the same air you breathe, feeling your skin, kissing you, seeing you smile, laugh, cry, etc. From the top of your head to the ends of your toes, you’re his and his alone

Yearning

The moment he laid eyes on you, it was so over for you and him. That moment on was when he became his most feral self. It’s almost like a switch had gone off and he became animalistic.

Zenith

I don’t think so. Despite hating your pushback, breaking you would be like witnessing his parents’ divorce all over again, but worse cause HE caused this. Besides, who doesn’t like a lover who can fight back

[astral-prayers]

jack whose heard of you from murmurs and gossips from his fellow dorm mates, thinking about how it's only been a short while since you've mysteriously gotten into this world with how much trouble follows you. jack pities you, somewhat. but he wouldn't be found near any radius with you. he's not really that interested on being a part of your.. "shenanigans", savanaclaw's already an exuberant bunch of competitive try hards. but. whenever he hears the accomplishments you've done–managing to acquire a gemstone from the abandoned mines, being able to make two students work together without making any shady deals, standing against the housewarden of heartslabyul–all the air of trouble, mischievousness, and thievery immediately dissipates.

jack didn't really made much out of you at first, obviously. you tend to stick with your usual... chaotic friend group. he surmised that they made you feel at home, and practically make you clean up their mess but that's something only a bystander would think of so jack holds that thought off, undoubtedly he'd be like you too if he's in a world so far from what you've been used to. jack's thoughts about you is as blank as your interactions together, but it's altogether much more positive than your other schoolmates views towards you.

the first you talk to him, or rather even acknowledge that he also went to night raven, was just a simple bump in the hallway. it was almost lunchtime, only one more subject and every student's favorite time would come. there's a commotion going down the hallway, the garden's brimming with people doing their things, and jack's too caught up with his studying that he didn't register walking towards someone. there's a small yelp that elicited from your side, one which jack's ears perked too–he reacted pretty fast too, his hands surged to hold your arms before your awaited fall. just in time, he thinks. but he blinks, and sees that it's you; the Prefect, the one who's been plaguing the student gossip. jack's ears are straight up by that point and you wallowed out a "sorry, i didn't see where i was going!" and he huffed. "no need. i'm sorry i didn't see you too." he says, too aware of his tail wagging side to side, too aware of how your heartbeat's palpitating, and maybe a bit aware of some savanaclaw students looking at both of your way. but you don't seem to mind, maybe you're used to it (he thinks, yet again.) "no, no, it's my fault! really! i saw you were walking clearly while i was.. you know.. just waltzing about. really, i'm sorry." and jack cracks a curt smile, he retracts back his hand from your arms and fixes his cuffs before shaking his head. "it's okay, we we're both preoccupied with something." and you smile, and jack's feeling his tail puffing up, then he looks sideways and says; "i'll be going now. you should too, you'll be late to class." before anything else–before he does or says anything–jack starts walking. but the universe, or maybe You, seems to have other plans. "Wait! I never got your name–" you yell, albeit it could be considered a whisper too, you don't know, jack doesn't know. but what he knows is that he turns around and looks at your eyes, and says: "Jack Howl, nice to meet you." too fast but not too slow to notice your eyes crinkling in delight and a smile so sunny he starts to smile too. and then you reach out your hand for him, before saying the name he's heard people utter from the mouth he's heard others would spew out miracle sounding magic. "nice to meet you too! i'm the Prefect of ramshackle dorm, Jack!"

[woso-dreamzzz]

Kung

Hardersson x Daughter!Reader

Natalia Guijarro (OC) x Hardersson!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: The last member of the family

When you come in, you're cradling a blanket.

Natalia frowns. It's the blanket you kept in the car for Prins after a trip to the beach, so he didn't scatter sand all over your interior. It rarely comes into the house unless it's to be washed and it got washed two days ago. That's not nearly enough time for it to be due another one.

You look nervous too, bashfully dropping eye contact when Talia makes it.

"Amor?" She asks," What's wrong? Has something happened?"

"I'm sorry," You say, blurting it out as you cradle the bundled-up blanket closer to your chest," It's just...They were bullying him! And he was so cold! Talia, he was shaking! And I couldn't just leave him there!"

"Mi vida." Natalia stands, her hands reaching out for you. "You are not making any sense. Tell me what has happened. Who was being bullied?"

Slowly, you unravel the blanket.

A little bunny is sitting there. His ears are slightly covering his eyes and his little nose wiggles as he takes in his new surroundings. His fur is kind of fuzzy and a beautiful light tan colour.

"I went to that bakery you like, that one in the middle of the park? And he was being bullied by the crows! They kept pecking at him and one of them tried to snatch him up! I'm sorry but I couldn't leave him there!"

You look close to tears like you expect Natalia to be mad at you for bringing this poor, defenceless bunny into your home.

"All the vets are closed," You say," Just one night! Please, Talia! Just one night!"

Natalia shakes her head fondly at you, reaching up to cradle your face in her hands. "I love you so much, amor. You have such a big heart."

"He can stay?"

"Of course he can stay. Do we know how old he is?"

Panic flashes over your face again as you shake your head. "He's so little? Do you think he still needs milk? Oh god, what if the birds traumatised him and now he won't eat?!"

"Amor," Talia says," Let's not jump to the worst case. I'll go and grab some things we can try. Why don't you settle down and introduce him to the others?"

"There's cakes in my bag!" You call after her and she just laughs in response.

You take a seat on the sofa and gently take the little bunny into your arms. He's perfectly content to sit there, not moving as his chest rises and falls in sync with yours.

Reina is lazing around on the top of her cat tree, stretching out as she peers down at where Prins is wagging his tail in his bed. He's got his favourite duck toy sitting next to him and sometimes he nudges it with his nose in an attempt to get Reina to play with him.

"Prins," You say," Kom (come)."

He does so immediately, padding over and sitting at your feet.

You gently move the rabbit to his eyeline but not close enough for him to reach for it.

"Dette er en kanin (this is a rabbit)."

Prins tilts his head to the side in interest and you very carefully move so he can sniff it. The rabbit seems nonplussed by this whole thing, bumping noses with Prins happily and practically purring at the joy of it all.

Prins seems happy too, his tail wagging furiously and he keeps looking over at Reina, as if to introduce her to his new friend.

"Reina?" You call softly and your girlfriend's cat turns her head to look at you. You tsk to beckon her over and she does so begrudgingly, her silky fur showing that she's been recently brushed.

She takes the more assertive route than Prins did, meandering over and sticking her face all over the little rabbit's body. She sniffs him curiously before dragging her tongue over his head like she did when she first met Prins.

"No," You say when she tries to pick him up," Sorry, Reina, I don't think he has a scruff."

She looks a little disgruntled at that but swipes her tongue over him a few more times before she's seemingly satisfied. She leaps down from the sofa and herds a whining Prins away so she can groom him instead.

Prins looks at you completely betrayed as you allow him to be shepherded away but you just shake your head fondly at him.

"We'll take him to the vet tomorrow," Natalia says as she comes back," And I think I've still got Reina's old travel case so he can sleep in that for the night. How did introducing them go?"

You smile. "I think Reina thinks he's a kitten and Prins seems happy to make a new friend. They might be sad when we give him up."

Talia gives you a pointed look that you can't quite decipher. One of her hands gently scratches between the bunny's ears (who immediately goes limp and starts making a noise akin to purring) while the other gently cards through your hair, twisting random strands around her finger.

"Just them? I think you'll be sad too if we let this little guy go."

"Maybe a little." Your brows are scrunched up, a crinkle appearing between them as you hold the little bunny.

"I think that's a good enough reason to keep this guy around."

"Really?"

"Really, mi vida. I think this little guy is adorable. I'd love to keep him if you do."

It took you weeks to let your mothers know about the new member of the family. Kung the bunny had become a staple in the house. He fit in perfectly and, just like his namesake, thought that he was in charge of it all.

Multiple times, you had caught him taking over Reina's car tree and thumping his foot when you didn't give him his dinner fast enough.

But, Kung's favourite thing was when you and Talia wore sweatshirts. He adored wiggling into the front pocket and taking a nap there when you had a lazy day.

He enjoyed the beach too, exploring it on a leash like Reina as you tired Prins out by kicking a ball for him.

Kung fit into your life so well that you completely forgot to tell your mothers until you were on a video call at the kitchen table.

Talia pops in to greet them, pressing a soft kiss to your ticklish neck as she appeared.

"I'm heading out to see Patri," She says," Can I have you give his royal highness? He's being clingy again."

You beam. "I'll always take him."

"I know. I love you, amor."

"Love you, Talia."

She carefully removes Kung from her front pocket to hand him to you. He's still very small and easily fits into your arms without even waking up from his nap.

"Is that a rabbit, Princesse?" Momma asks, catching a glimpse of Kung's floppy ears.

You cheeks go a little red when you realise that she has no idea who he is. You hold him up so she can see better.

"This is Kung," You say," We got him a few weeks ago. Some birds were bullying him so I brought him home."

Morsa laughs. "Of course you did. We're lucky all you ever brought home was that rock when you were younger."

Your face gets even more red. "There was nothing wrong with Rocky!"

Morsa just keeps laughing. "And naming him Kung? You really like a theme, Princesse."

"How long until Natalia has to change her name to fit this theme?" Momma picks up the teasing too. "Will the royal family be deigning to visit us anytime soon?"

[emmasmoke8]

Been thinking about a Sonic movieverse swap, so you guys will have to listen to it:

First movie - Shadow’s asteroid crashes on Earth in the present. Instead of farmers and G.U.N., Maria Robotnik finds Shadow. Her grandfather is currently at a convention in San Francisco, leaving her home alone. She and Shadow bond until G.U.N. comes to investigate the asteroid drop. Maria and Shadow escape, deciding to get to Maria’s grandfather since he’ll either be able to protect Shadow or send him back to space. They road trip.

They’re pursued by Agent Stone, a high-ranking agent in G.U.N., and Stone’s assistant, Dr. Ivo Robotnik (which confuses Maria b/c Gerald never told her she had other family). Ivo makes robots, and Stone commands them like a general. Although Ivo’s the assistant, he’s still very egotistical about his position and how robots are superior. Stone, for his part, is so military-minded that he doesn’t even realize he puts up with Ivo’s BS because he loves—I mean, whatever Paramount says Stone feels about Ivo (they’re not fooling anyone)

The plot from there is mostly the same (tho Maria’s the reason they end up at the bar lmao). Shadow is allowed to stay with Gerald and Maria at the end, and they banish Stone to the mushroom dimension using a machine that Gerald made that repurposes Shadow’s chaos abilities (since they don’t have rings)

Second movie - Stone is rescued by the time traveler, Silver, who wants to defeat Shadow since he believes the Black Arms stole the (Master Emerald? But for the Time Stones). Silver and Stone go after Shadow while the hedgehog is home alone because Maria and Gerald went to somewhere for some reason (maybe a wedding still?). Shadow is rescued by Amy, someone who also came in search of the Time Stones in order to fix Little Planet. The plot also goes the same way, tho Shadow doesn’t so super, he goes… whatever the Time Stones make someone (which I actually have ideas for)

Amy and Silver fix their planet/future. They stay with the Robotniks, becoming the protectors of the Time Stones together

Third movie - Fifty years ago, Sonic escaped from Longclaw getting killed. He was immediately found by G.U.N. Still a young hoglet, he naturally gravitated toward Agent Tom and Dr. Maddie, a guard and scientist, respectively, at the blacksite. Sonic grew up with them as his parents. Eventually, he caused a universe blackout that made G.U.N. deem the project too dangerous. He tried escaping with Tom and Maddie, but Tom was killed. Maddie was imprisoned. Sonic was, too, and put in stasis per Director Rockwell’s orders (she’s switching with Walters)

Once Maddie’s freed, she frees Sonic and they plan to take out G.U.N., the rest of the world be damned by the crossfire. His freedom makes G.U.N. contact Shadow, Amy, and Silver for assistance

Maddie and Stone are not family, but Maddie does get into his head, first by appealing to his militaristic senses and then by learning part of him does want a family. She’s motherly to Stone up until they fight in the Eclipse Cannon

Sonic and Shadow have their Time Stone-powered fight and reconcile. Sonic and Stone sacrifice their lives to stop the Eclipse Cannon

Mid credit scene, I guess Shadow Androids show up, and Tails arrives to help Shadow stop them

Post credit, Sonic picks up his glove

[deangirlsstuff67]

Oops… Wrong Number Part 3-

Jensen Ackles x Reader

Summary: Who knew texting the wrong number could be so much fun !

Warnings: flirting, meet cute, fluffy Jensen, leading up to smut

Authors Note: I love Jensen and his family. This is purely fiction and for entertainment purposes only. Sorry it’s short and sweet, the next on won’t be I swear ;)

Catch up here

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You'd been here a week already and honestly you never want to leave. Texas is breathtaking, the atmosphere is intoxicating, sourthern hospitality at it's finest.

“Y/n can I get you anything to drink sweetheart?” You tilt your head back as you stare into mossy green eyes hovering above you. Legs in the pool as you sit on the edge enjoying the cool water while soaking up the sun.

Jensen throws you his signature panty drenching smirk, waiting for your reply. How the fuck did you end up at this man’s house, hanging with his friends, thinking about all the filthy promises he has made to you when everyone goes home for the night.

Oh that’s right. You accidentally text the wrong number. Pure luck was all it took to be living your dream.

“Whiskey please.”

“Anything for you baby girl.” As he walks away towards his house, you remember the day you met him a week ago.

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Jensen: I’m not that scary to meet lol.

Me: Says the famous person whose job it is to meet strangers. You’re a freaking walking sex god dude.

Jensen: Sex God ;) I like the sounds of that.

Me: Of course you do.

Jensen: One coffee. Keep it simple and easy. I promise I don’t bite… unless you like that ;)

He’s been like this for two days. Flirty comments and begging to meet me. The man has balls the size of Texas and now that your dream is becoming a reality you can’t get out of your own head long enough to agree to meet him.

Wishing you could blame anything else besides the fact that your ex boyfriend screwed with your confidence so bad it wasn’t even funny at this point.

However, fate had a funny way of working itself out and after not so gracefully avoiding another day of meeting him the universe had enough.

The following day you went on a walk around your friends neighbour hood with your morning coffee in hand. Gorgeous houses, manicured lawns, large SUVs parked in the driveways, you have to admit she did good for herself. Lost in your own little world you didn’t notice a man yelling behind you to watch out before it was too late and a 80 lbs ball of fur ran straight into you from behind. Wagging his tail and giving you kisses the dog was so excited to meet you.

Once you caught your balance you looked up coming face to face with the friendly dogs owner.

Shocked coloured your face, “Jensen…”

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Turns out your best friend and Jensen are neighbours. Just your luck right? Since that day early this week, you’ve been hanging out with him daily.

A pair of tanned legs join you at the pool as he sits on the edge with you. “Whiskey for the pretty lady.”

“Oh such a gentleman.”

“Not always sweetheart. I have my moments though.” He sends a flirty wink your way. You can’t help but giggle at this beautiful man beside you.

As awkward as you thought it would be to actually meet your celebrity crush, turns out you were worried for nothing. On more than one occasion he has proven to you he is simply just a man. Good looking man but a man.

… well more like a giant child and the even taller best friend of his does nothing to help hide this fact. The two of them together are ridiculous.

“It’s been what, just over a week now, how are you enjoying Texas?” He asked while sipping on his tumbler of whiskey.

Smirking with your head down, “honestly, I’m going to start looking for a place to purchase down here. Should have moved with y/f/n when she did in the first place.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“At the time I was with the ex boyfriend. Thought he was the one. Boy was I wrong there.”

“How long were you two together?”

“Six years.” Sighing you take a sip of the amber liquor in your glass, “lived together, bought a house, talking marriage and babies, building the life we wanted together, then boom, he’s best friend gets drunk on my birthday with us and I’m assuming gets jealous and lets slip how they’ve been fucking the whole time him and I were together.”

“Fuck, she did it on your birthday. That’s rough sweetheart.”

“It was a shock, I’m glad for it though,” shrugging your shoulders as you lean back on your arms. Your boobs popping with the motion, leaving little to the imagination with your bikini top on. Beside you Jensen lets out a soft moan, sending warmth surging through your body.

Just as you’re about to say something, both you and Jensen are sprayed with water as Jared canon balls into the pool right beside you.

“Oh my bad, I didn’t know I was going to get you.” Jared popped back up from under the water laughing as he apologizes. Kicking your feet in his direction you get him back a little.

Jensen throws his best friend the best bitch face he can conjure as he fights back laughter of his own, “oh I bet you don’t.”

When Jared turns his back to swim away is when Jensen jumps into the pool to attack his buddy as you sit on the side and watch the two giant children wrestle.

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Everyone has gone home for the evening besides you. Jensen had convinced you to stay a little longer and watch a movie with him. Some one on one time as he put it, to try and convince you to stay in Texas instead of going back home.

You were in his shower while he was making up snacks and drinks for you both. With the water running you never heard the knock on the door or it opening and closing as Jensen walked in to ask what you wanted to drink. The moment he walked in was the same moment you were getting out of the shower to dry off.

Shock was all over both your faces when your eyes met. There he was in a simple T-shirt and sweatpants while you were completely naked with water dripping from you.

As you stared into his eyes, you watched as they turned from shock to desire within seconds. You watched as he was fighting back his need to pin you against the nearest surface, as he readjusted his large erection, you also saw when he lost the battle and started towards you like a predator stalking his prey.

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[moonshynecybin]

@tartquez here with a mermaid Marc au question but only if you want to! ✨

After he does his deal with the devil to turn his tail into legs in exchange for his voice, are there any particular shenanigans you think (mute bambi-legged) Marc would get up to?

scream if we ARE doing the full little mermaid with mute marc, he would SO annoyed that he cant talk everyone around him's damn ear off omg... hm i like him talking/being irritating…. im gonna let him keep his voice. for this the witch fucks up his arm or smth.

so marc gets his legs (wildly traumatic experience), passes the fuck out on a piece of floating decrepit driftwood like that first scene in pirates of the caribbean, and gets rescued by vale's crew (cele sulking moodily in the crows nest like uh GUYS? when he spots marc. who is of course naked and gleaming in the sun like a piece of gold.) and the academy boys pull marc's body limp from the sea, and when marc wakes up it is to the loose shirt and rakishly raised brow of the famous captain valentino rossi... literally like THE guy who he got legs for (in all universes marc starts doing dangerous stuff bc he sees vale doing it when he was younger and falls head over ass in love w him lol)… and he has to think up a cover story QUICK

of course as we know, vale is the most curious man alive. so when this hot (weirdly familiar.....) mystery man is deposited on the deck of his ship two weeks away from any land with no clothes, no nearby ship wreckage to explain his presence, and seemingly no memory whatsoever, hes like okay. you can hang for a bit until i figure you out. at least until we get to land— but you also have to make yourself useful :) (in my head he’s so charming about this offensive even if he’s like. implicitly threatening marc a little lol) and marc gets bored easily so i think he folds himself into the crew p fast after that… there are scenes of immediate flirting (marc comma shameless and BOLD. hasn’t really figured out the clothes thing). there are scenes of marc not knowing how to use a fork because he is used to using his sharp teeth and nails to simply rend sushi to shreds. there are scenes where pecco and luca pull out their fiddle and flute for the crew at the end of a long day of raids and the marc stares at them like hes under a spell because they dont have that kind of music under the sea. there are scenes of marc being deathly afraid of the ocean because he cant swim now (thrown in as a prank and vale rescues him ? perhaps ?). there are scenes of marc being surprisingly, viciously good at sword fighting (makes vale even MORE suspicious... like okay he is definitely not a two bit merchant deckhand lol) and them shirtless and sweaty in the hot sun spending hours trying to get one over on each other. marc staring at fire like hes never seen it before. him and celestino pranking crewmembers. an ache in his chest when he thinks about alex. counting his toes because they’re WEIRD and learning how to PEE and learning how to JACK OFF. and most off all falling harder and faster than he thought possible and vice versa... truly nothing vale likes more than a surprising little puzzle who is obsessed w him, even while theres a voice niggling in the back of his head that the alien way marc cocks his head and stares rings more like a shark than an amnesiac sailor...

UNFORTUNATELYYYYY for vale and marc, part of the reason marc excels at sword fighting is because marc IS the prince of the mermen or whatever the fuck. and his spell has a two week time limit to find true love before his arm (getting weaker every day) is permanently FUCKED (really bad when you live in the ocean or simply lead the kind of life marc marquez does) and he has to slink back home to papa marquez and all the boring, safe trappings of being royalty (PAUSE: santi is sebastian. thank u). so alex shows up trying to bring him back, but marc doesnt want to go (starts 2 become guilty about foisting this on alex) and cant swim like this anyways (scar on his arm getting bigger comma. new legs), and then vale CATCHES THEMMMM talking late at night when everyone else is in bed and he remembers all the stories about sailors being dragged to their deaths (true. lol) and remembers the glittering flicker of marc's tail after he pulled him from the sea twenty years ago and all of his suspicions at marc’s ability at violence. and then its a huge fucking mess.

[i-am-baechu]

♬ Summary: After Y/N tells him something that makes him have bad dreams, Jungkook will do anything to show her that this is the right universe for her. Even though she already knows that 

♬ Pairing: Established relationship; Jungkook x reader 

♬ Rating:  Explicit (18+) 

♬Genre: Established relationship, comedy, fluff, and smut

♬ Warnings: Smut 

♬ Part of, ‘ His Fan Girl

♬ Author’s note: Special guest lol and Part two to Seven 

♬ Playlist: POV - Ariana Grande

Y/N sat in the back and smiled to herself. This was the first time she actually met Mingyu in person. She actually talked to him through facetime on accident and him being an extrovert was happy to make a new friend. Especially if that friend is his best friend's fiancé.  

Jungkook just released his single Seven and Y/N couldn’t be happier for him. She felt bubbly at the song but she does everything in her power to ignore the explicit version. Even though Jungkook sings it to her everyday. She knew the song would do good and the music video shows how clingy he is when he’s in love. Army loved the song and the accomplishments that he did with the song amazed her. She knew Army powers but it always surprises her. 

She let out a laugh when Mingyu messed up the choreography and her laugh only got louder when she saw Jungkook glare at him, “Mingyu, I told you to learn the choreography!”

“I was learning it!”

She shook her head and stood up from the ground. She walked towards them and placed her hand on Jungkook, “Be nice to him. He has a lot of choreographers in his mind.”

Jungkook pouted at this and turned towards her, “Don’t defend him.” 

“No, Y/N, defend me.” 

She leaned forward placing a kiss on Jungkook’s cheek, “Just re-do it. No harm in re-doing it.” 

He rolled his eyes and nodded his head, “Fine but you need to film one with me.” 

“Whatever you want, love.” 

She sat back down and watched them do it again. She took out a bag of cookies from her pocket and nibbled as the two argued about the lighting. She picked up a water bottle and looked at Mingyu, “Mingyu, you should have some water.”

Mingyu smiled at her and glared at Jungkook, “At least someone is nice to me.”

“She’s an extension of me which means I’m being nice to you.” 

After an hour, they finally got the clip and Jungkook shared it on Tik Tok. The drive home was quiet and a thought came to her mind. She let out a small laugh and tiredly turned towards Jungkook, “You know...I wasn’t supposed to go to the BTS concert all those years ago.” 

Jungkook raised his eyebrow and glanced at her through the mirror, “What do you mean?”

“My cousin had tickets for Seventeen. Her mom upgraded her tickets to meet and greet tickets at the last minute.”

“Yo-You were going to meet Seventeen?” 

“I was but I declined because I had a test the next day. I didn’t really think about it until I saw Mingyu today.”

Jungkook nodded his head in a nervous manner and then looked back at her, “Who’s your bias?” 

She let out a small laugh and leaned back in the seat with her eyes slightly closed, “Why?”

“Just curious...” 

“Honestly, I like all of them. I don’t have a bias. I’m going to take a nap okay...I’m tired from work.”

Jungkook nodded his head and rubbed thigh gently as he stared at the road, “Get some sleep babe. I’ll wake you up when we get there.” 

It’s been a week since this conversation and Jungkook has been having dreams about it. What if Y/N went to that concert? He would’ve never met her and he would probably still be single. The possibilities of her being with someone else never crossed his mind because it was always them together. Nothing more and nothing less. It was another night and Jungkook was sound asleep well, trying to be. The mind is a dangerous place. 

“Jungkook, I have someone I want you to meet.”

Jungkook put down his papers and turned to see Mingyu smiling at him, “Oh? Who?”

He moved to the side and there was Y/N. She was dressed in a pink floral dress with her hair in a low pony-tail. He felt his heartbeat go faster at the sight of her, “This is my girlfriend, Y/N L/N.”

He glanced at Mingyu and then back at Y/N, “Girlfriend?” 

“Yeah, I met her at a meet and greet. I saw how shy she was and I couldn’t stop myself.”

She shyly smiled and gently smacked his arm, “Gyu...stop it.” 

Mingyu wrapped his arm around her waist and smiled at Jungkook, “Y/N, this my close friend, Jeon Jungkook.” 

Jungkook couldn’t stop staring at her and he felt guilty. This was his best friend's girlfriend and here he was looking at her like she was his. He shook his head and smiled, “He-Hey.” 

She bowed her head at him and offered him a smile, “Hello.”

Mingyu leaned down and kissed the top of her head, “I’m happy you can meet her.” 

Jungkook shot up in his bed and ran his fingers through his hair roughly, “Fuck.” He glanced to the side to see Y/N sleeping with the plushie that he won her at a festival. He smiled to himself and pushed some hair off of her forehead. His touch wasn’t light enough and she moved in her sleep. She opened her eyes and frowned at him, “Are you okay, babe?” 

He sighed and looked down at the blanket, “It’s stupid.”

She slowly got up and she wrapped her arms around his arm with a worried look, “It’s not stupid if it’s bothering you baby. Take your time.” 

He sighed and glanced down at her, “It’s something about last week that happened...I’ve been thinking about it.” 

She frowned and thought to herself, “Is it because I ate your noodles? I’m sorry-”

“What? You ate my noodles?”

She let go of his arm and frowned, “Yeah....is that not what you're talking about right now? 

“No...you owe me noodles though.” 

She let out a small laugh and pushed some hair off of his forehead, “What’s bothering you then?”

“You were supposed to go to a Seventeen concert...instead of mine.”

She nodded her head and her face shifted in confusion, “Yes? I declined it, remember?” 

“I know...but my mind is making up situations. In another universe you would’ve been with one of them instead of me.” 

She frowned at this and hugged his arm, “Well, it didn’t happen baby. It was fate for me to decline and it was fate that we met.” 

He glanced down at her, “Yeah?” 

“Yeah, you're my everything. Jungkook. Is that why you’ve been sending me flowers everyday?” 

“Well, you deserve all the flowers in the world and also yes.” 

She let out a laugh and kissed the side of his head, “I appreciate the flowers but baby, I always want you. In every universe.” 

The next moments were blurred but the only thing she knew was that Jungkook was cock deep inside of her. His body pushing hers into the mattress. His hair stuck to his forehead with sweat and she couldn’t help but admire his dark brown eyes in the lighting. She pushed some hair away and he stopped mid thrust to look at her. She smiled and leaned up the best she could, placing her lips gently on his, “How could I want someone else?” 

He brought his hand and gently touched her face like she was made out of glass, “I hate that I thought of that. Will you ever forgive me?” 

She clenched at this question causing him to moan, “I will...you have a whole lifetime with me to do so.” 

He chuckled at this and gently thrusted into her making her eyes close, “I will do two lifetimes to get you to forgive me.” 

“Jung-Jungkook, this isn’t a competition.” 

“Y/N, you are the woman that I dreamed about when I was younger. The manifestation of every thought of what I want in a partner. I love you, I love you. You are not only my garden but the sun to my garden. My wife.”

She felt her heartbeat faster at his confession and leaned up to bring him in a passionate kiss. He returned the passion (maybe even gave more) and let out a dreamy sigh against his lips, “You’ve been watching too much Netflix.” 

He let out a laugh and kissed her again, “It’s the truth. I love Jeon Y/N.”

She let out a laugh and pressed her forehead against his, “I love you more.” 

“Impossible.” 

Her eyes fluttered closed when she felt another thrust. She couldn’t stop herself from clenching and he groaned at the feeling. The pure feeling of overstimulation and pleasure was taking over, “Jung-”

“I know.” 

She let out a moan at affirmation and he placed a kiss in the crock of her neck. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he rocks against her. His hips sutter and she felt his fingers digging deep into her skin as he climaxed inside of her. 

He pushed hair away from her forehead and kissed it as she was dazed out, “This is the right universe. Always with me, always. I love you.” 

[letsgetkraken]

The Blue Hedgehog Part 1

part 1 of a comic based on my fic of the name name

[link at the bottom]

The Blue Hedgehog (8642 words) by LetsGetKraken Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Sonic the Hedgehog - All Media Types, Sonic Boom (Cartoon) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: No Romantic Relationship(s), Miles "Tails" Prower & Sonic the Hedgehog, Amy Rose & Sonic the Hedgehog, Knuckles the Echidna & Sonic the Hedgehog, Sonic the Hedgehog & Sticks the Badger, Amy Rose & Knuckles the Echidna & Miles "Tails" Prower & Sonic the Hedgehog & Sticks the Badger Characters: Sonic the Hedgehog, Miles "Tails" Prower, Amy Rose (Sonic the Hedgehog), Knuckles the Echidna, Sticks the Badger, Dr. Eggman | Dr. Robotnik Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Memory Loss, Amnesia, Loss of Identity, Sonic the Hedgehog Needs a Hug, Angst, Sonic the Hedgehog Angst, Caves, Self-Doubt, Self-Reflection, Sonic the Hedgehog is Not Okay, how is that the first time i used that tag, he has not been okay at all, guys i've written too many character study oneshots, i've forgotten how to tag an actual story, Sonic the Hedgehog-centric, Paranoia, sonic finally sits down and actually thinks, I will always be the Beta Reader, Mystery Series: Part 6 of What Does It Mean To Be...?, Part 1 of He Likes To Run Summary:

The walls are covered in paintings of a single place. They wrap around the whole space, like one long artwork. A panorama of the location the painter must miss so much. A panorama of what must be their home.

And Sonic recognizes that place in the paintings. The greens are faded, the shapes difficult to make out with only the light Tails holds, the odd patterned earth hard to make out against the cave rock. But Sonic recognizes it clear as day.

It's the place from his dreams. The place he's never seen before. The place that might be his home.

Sonic and his team discover an old cavern after a fight with Dr. Eggman causes the ground to collapse beneath their feet. It holds the history of someone possibly long gone, and the walls are painted with their past.

Sonic doesn't know what to think when everything feels familiar to him. Feels like he belongs there.

This just might be the sign he's been waiting for. He's just not quite sure yet.

[theenderdirewolf]

Hello my friend. Considering that you’re fixated on the Helsmits do you have any headcannons you’d like to yap about🎤

OH MY GOODNESS YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT CAN OF WORMS YOU'VE JUST OPENED. This is going to be SO long. Know if my dominant hand wasn't in a brace I would have drawings for everything just for this but alas!! 😔 I cannot draw right now.

That being said!! I do have a whole canvas of doodles from before I hurt my hand that I can pull from! Including fullbody designs for Welsknight and both Helsknight designs! (Yes, I said both!) But it is just a lot of Evil X doodles for the most part lmao (but I don't think any of them actually fit this somehow acK)

ACTUALLY BEFORE I GET STARTED!! IMPORTANT NOTE! I got into Hermitcraft via Grian in s6! I have watched bits and pieces of earlier seasons (mainly for Evil X and WormMan) but never the full season! When I fell out of hermitcraft initially it was early season 9 and I am slowly making progress! I am still in early-mid season 9 though, and never got pulled into the life series so I know there is a LOT I am missing 😭 please forgive me for that. It's been years since I've watched s6 and S7, and I JUST got pulled back in and watched Xisuma's s8. ..I also do not have the time or the patience to watch streams-

I am working with what I've got! And at the moment that is a heavy focus and fixation on Evil Xisuma, Helsknight and WormMan! (With NPG and playing around with some ideas for BadTimes! But I haven't gotten very far for him yet-) I do not promise perfect understanding! And honestly? They have been hit with the oc-beam at this point but I mean?? Hasn't everyone's takes on these guys?? /hj

AND NOW WE GET STARTED! Where do I even start... Well, I did mention Hels and his several designs so I suppose that's as good a place as any!! Might go.. Hels, Ex, NPG, WM? (Actually I'll just keep it to Hels and Evil X for now! This has taken so long and that way I'll at least get it out there LMAO)

(mid-ramble backtrack: a small bit of context I've realized I forgot! Hels does exist seperately from Wels! He has his own body, just like the other Helsmits! (Also my take on Evil X is not technically a Helsmit OR a Hermitclone, he's X's brother! But the Helsmits welcome Ex in anyway. He fits in well enough!) I think the best explanation I have right about now is that its.. a parallel server/universe of sorts? It's not quite right, but it's the best I've got.

And! (For a currently undecided reason, this is all very WIP) The Helsmits cannot travel over into Hermitcraft, which is why Hels needed the Wels clone to appear on HC the first place! Using the clone as a vessel allows Hels to jump between Hermitcraft (the vessel's "home world") and The Hels (his own home world), giving him an advantage over most of the others. Even if it comes with a cost he.. really should've seen coming.)

That feels like as good a transition as any! Why don't we continue on to:

HELSKNIGHT

(little thing! He/her Hels rubbed off on me a lot so 😔 mostly he/him with a touch of she/her Helsknight!!)

As much as I love human Wels, I'm an absolute sucker for turning him and Hels into dragons. (I had a fantasy au I made with friends on Doomcraft where I did just that!) Though I also was fighting manticore, it was fun.. and then I had a thought!

"Why don't I keep Hels more like your typical scaley, fire breathing european dragon, even give him a sharp spade on his tail, and play around with Wels' design? Give him some lion influence? I think that fits!"

So we have scaled, scrappy Hels, and furred, almost regal(?) Wels!

Only. If you're inhabiting a clone, even a clone of a sort of.. alternate you; you don't entirely look like yourself anymore. Do you?

(his horns aren't out because I like the idea that they can "recede"! Makes it easier to put on a helmet if your horns aren't in the way! (...also I had no idea how his horns looked at the time...) )

Yes. Hels CAN jump between Hermitcraft and The Hels freely now. Something next to none (we'll talk about this later) of her peers can do, but she's lost her scales. Her horns. Sure, he can always stop using the vessel, but what are the odds of him ever getting his hands on something like this again? He can't risk that. So he finds ways to cope. To feel more like himself again and less like Wels. He coats his fur in charcoal, a color far closer to his deep gunmetal scales than this pure fur. The smell reminds him of his burning hair when this body doesn't allow for that. While the soft fur is wrong compared to his sharp scales, he'll deal with it. If it gives her this advantage she'll almost certainly never get again? He'll deal with it.

(I realized after doing all of this that my Hels is incredibly trans coded, complete with (albeit non-gender related) body dysphoria. My poor baby..)

At the end of the day, Ex helps her out a LOT with this. I'll get into that more in their section!!

Speaking of which! Why don't we move on to:

EVIL XISUMA

My boy!! I try to use they/them for Ex, but it's ended up more they/them with a bit of he/him

So! Evil X is NOT a Hels variant of Xisuma! Ex and X are twins! Ex is the younger of the two, and their time in the void (banned) has certainly done a number on them, so they behave younger than they actually are. It's hard to learn/remember how to act around others when you're isolated for so long, huh?

Evil X (Who from here on will be referred to as Ex or Exiona! I can't remember where I first saw that name for Ex, but it stuck with me and I LOVE it. I wish I could give proper credit acK) and Xisuma used to be identical twins! Well, technically they still are but they certainly don't look identical.

However! I'll get into that in a moment! Let's first start earlier on!! Exiona and Xisuma are Voidwalkers! Typical headcanon/fanon stuff, right? From The End in some way or another, having a natural affinity for dealing with code and/or becoming admins, need their helmets to filter the air, so on and so forth.

Xisuma was great with code, fantastic even! He went on to become the admin of Hermitcraft eventually and takes care of his players and ensuring everyone world hops safely and everything! Xisuma is very good with code.

Exiona on the other hand, yes, he's good with code, but nowhere near as good as their brother. Where Ex REALLY excels is glitches. For better or worse, Ex is fantastic when it comes to working with glitches in the code. Using them, exploiting them, creating them. Though them simply being around has an unfortunate habit of making some bits of code unstable, especially early on. I can imagine it tearing a bit of a rift between the Voidwalker twins. Maybe they were young, shouting things they didn't mean. But who knows, I'm not really sure how their younger years went just yet!

At some point, Jeff the Minion got into Ex's head. And perhaps The Dreamer in another! (Evil's Fault my beloved.) And Exiona started going after Hermitcraft proper. Maybe originally it was an attempt to get attention from his older brother, someone he looked up to. A jealous act that went too far and kept going thanks to a certain Nightmare.

When Xisuma bans Ex, he's under the assumption that they'll be sent to the Hub! Or perhaps even a private world? X has absolutely NO idea that Exiona is being sent to The Void. If he knew, he never would've banned them. But it's too late for that now, and he has no idea.

Ex and Xisuma used to be identical. But Ex's time in the more suffocating parts of The Void took it's toll on him. Their once dark brown hair has started to grow in grey from the stress on their body, (leaving them with salt and pepper-y hair! They bleach/dye it all to be the same light color.) all the time floating in the void has left him weak, he is nowhere near as strong as he used to be, and they're quite frail, in fact.

Ex and Xisuma have a sort of exoskeleton mobility aid for their legs! The End has lower gravity than The Overworld, so it was a difficult adjustment at first. They had them made to help them slowly get used to the overworld's stronger gravity. Xisuma no longer needs his, but Ex practically relies on theirs thanks to The Void. Ex's black visor plays another role aside from being a style choice. Light. Light and color would be so overwhelming after floating in Nothing for so long. The darkened visor could not only severely limit the amount of light coming in, but it might make all the vibrant colors more manageable as well! It's possible the helmet could also help dull sound, as well. They are very easily overstimulated now, but their helmet helps a LOT.

Now! I mentioned earlier that Ex helps Hels a lot, right? This actually has to do with Ex's ability to control and create glitches! I like the idea that Ex found a way to glitch their own code to create "disguises" of sorts! Basically, they can go into the code and change their skin for lack of better terms! Doing so, however, takes a lot of time and takes a lot out of him. But, if they can do it on themselves.. why not someone else?

So they, if they have the energy and are given the time, can alter the appearance of others by exploiting glitches they can create in code! Such as, allowing Hels to look like herself from before the clone again! The only issue with this is that, because it's using glitches, it's unstable. It can come undone at a moment's notice, and then has to be done all over again. It's why Exiona doesn't really disguise themself all the time (outside of the time and energy need), because it's too unreliable for a lot of the things they do. But if it's to help a friend get back a sense of control over their (not quite) own body? They may have taken to calling themselves "Evil Xisuma", but they still have a heart.

[intoaneverythingbagel]

my hero academia and it's themes involving disability, and how that plays a major role in the story

a part two to my previous post, essentially. (I'd 100% recommend checking that one out as it covers any other topics regarding mha and disabilities that I don't over here)

my hero academia has always been a story that revolves around the mistreatment of those born different/differently-abled, and I think the fact that that is constantly overlooked ruins the entire theme of the story.

This theme is set right from the get-go, chapter 1 izuku is shown to constantly face harassment, bullying, mistreatment, and downright abuse by the hands of not only his peers but teachers as well, with his middle school home room teacher pointing out how midoriya wanted to apply to U.A. KNOWING he would be ridiculed.

Now here comes the question of why, why is izuku treated so awfully for something that seems so genuinely inconsequential, I mean most people in the mha universe don't even become pros, and out of the few who do become heroes so little actually become well known and revered, so why would it matter if he has a quirk or not? Well, it all has to do with the nature of quirks themselves. See, quirks arent just powers that you can tap into when you need them, something you turn on and off. I'd think of it as more of an extension of yourself - we see this when inko (izukus mother) used her quirk to float this around the house to move them towards her, or bakugo using his explosions to light a fire and help him cook. Tsu using her tongue to grab things. Ojiros tail helping him stand when he's tired, leaning on it, todoroki using his quirk to cool himself and others down when overheating, or warm up when too cold. These are all examples of quirks being used as extensions of the body, not easily removed from ones identity or characteristics. I feel as though having a quirk genuinely changes the way you think, as in you wouldnt know how to function without one.

So quirks arent just for heroes, theyre something that is so genuinely seen as needed for every day function. To survive as a normal person in society, to socialize and fit In. The abnormal is the normal, and anything other then superhuman is subpar.

Not having a quirk means that you supposedly can't function on the same level as those who have quirks. That you are not as able-bodied as those around you.

You are disabled.

Izuku midoriya was disabled (at least to their standards ) and it was something that everyone around him constantly ostracized him for. (I reference disability in the sense of it being physical, but I think this could also be applied to having mental disabilities as well, different nuero types ECT)

But then something happens.

Izuku somehow gets a quirk, he somehow gets a quirk, and everyone around him sees him as this new person.

Because he's no longer suffocatingly uncomfortable to be around. He's no longer the weak disabled kid that cant be left alone because what if a villain attacks?? How will he possibly defend himself? How will be ever be successful in life without a quirk to get him by?

Something that I saw a lot was when someone who didnt have a quirk got brought up, people would get really uncomfortable. They would apologize. Because not having a quirk is awful, and it's so unfortunate. Midoriya even does it to Melissa when she admits that she in fact does not have a quirk.

Now, fast forward to after the war, izuku midoriya loses his quirk.

He is officially back at square one.

And everyone is back to treating him as awfully and neglectfully as they did before- only this time, instead of being just disabled, he's a veteran as well, which I think has people treating him even worse then they did before. (If you want more about this, check out my previous post, as it goes hand it hand with this one. )

My hero academia is a story about disability, how different abilities hinder people, or lack therefore. It is a story about being as gifted as you arent. It is a story about gaining things only to lose them and learning how to live without them again. It is a story about disabilities, and how different people learn to live and cope with that. From neurological to physical. And, personally, I think it has done a wonderful job in explaining that.

[next-station-willde-central]

Something about Nine makes me sad and happy at the same time - he's an artist; he did his own grafittis, to be exact, and that's yet another thing that differentiates him from Tails, that, as I'm aware, isn't really skilled in spraypainting

"Wait, Wild, aren't you just projecting headcanons onto your favourite character?" - nope. The proof is in his original New Yoke base:

"Oh, but it's just the creators 'prolly drawing him and placing it as a treat" - then how, in-universe, did it appear there? And why is it a drawing of Nine specifically (notice he's shown in his hoodie and off-coloured), alongside a gun (?) and, I assume, some spray tests, just like people test brushes and paints? No one else had access to his base other than Nine himself, and knowing how distrustful he is, he would not let some random street artist barge into his lair and do his portrait on the wall.

What further supports this theory is the fact he has the same drawings in the Grim... which, again, could not be accessed by anyone other than him (by the way, it seems like all the paintings were made on a movable board that Nine must've carried all the way from New Yoke, which still, why would you move THOSE DRAWINGS in particular if you weren't the author that's, I'd even say, proud of them?).

Annndddd let's also not forget the board has a drawing of a gun, like aformentioned - the same one he used to scan Sonic... is that a coincidence? I really, really don't think so.

On the ending note(s), can we talk about how he even picks colors and how he portrays himself? Because in the drawing of himself, he seems sharper and more vibrant (f.e.: his fur is phosphorescent lime-yellow, or his muzzle is literally cyan), with a bitching expression ever more amplified by the shadows around his face and a black hoodie, like he even WANTS to be viewed, even in his private home, in interior no one should even see, in a simple spray doodle, as someone dangerous, someone you would never want to cross paths with, someone shady and a little bit of not obvious (that part refers to the absolutely eyesore colours he used; unless Nine is just colorblind and doesn't know how that drawing appears to most people, buut that's more of a big speculation-theory territory that we do not get into in this post).

Second ending, it also further proves that Nine is not really Tails - sure, in the New Yoke universe he does fill the niche of being Miles Prower, same as Mangey does in Boscage Maze and Sails in No Place, but in this equation Nine =/= Tails (and some, like me, would say Nine > Tails, but we call those horrid phases opinions and we keep them under our pillows /lh). They share the basics - being super-intelligent, young foxes skilled in mechanics, inventors bullied for their two tails that overcame hardships due to their determination - but aside from that? The skeleton is identical, but everything else that's bulit upon it is completely different - this is why they aren't really the same person. Tails is a prodigy kid and a hero, accompanied by friends and a team ready to help him, and Nine is an isolated and ostracized anarchist basement dweller driven by anxiety and childhood trauma that also happens to be an artist. And a hacker. And a suprisingly good fighter. And-

And a person with his own identity - imagine stripping away his every single original trait and comparing him to a random kid that's also a "better", more successful version of him that actually won in the end.

A kid that's super great, but can the kid do those amazing grafittis like him? Nah. 1:0 for Nine, losahs' /j

--

tldr; Nine can actually spraypaint and he's good at it, as seen in his New Yoke lab/in Grim - the way he does it kind of tells his personality and thoughts; also further proves Tails and Nine are two different people and that Nine is just occupying Tails' "niche" in his Shatterverse, not directly being him

[head---ache]

New character charts!!!

Edit: Added new info to Lash's section + Added a link to Emmie's section.

They're here!!! The only new info is in the charts themselves btw, the long text under this is the same, except very minor changes. I just thought it would be better than having to go to the old charts to read all of this.

Emmie: She's now officially the one and only Tube Baby of the group!!! I imagine Tails will later use the big fucking tube in his lab, just not for any of the kids in this group (here's three posts about it: First, second, third).

Just to quickly mention it, her full name is Emily, however, everyone in her life just calls her Emmie, because, according to her, 'it goes with her vibe' (first talked about here + in universe explanation here).

She has Black Arms DNA, and although it's uncertain how it affects her, they (Emmie and her dads) know she has green Black Arms blood (shown here) and has access to the hivemind, which as a baby she used to communicate with Shadow (here), but as she grew older she stopped using it, and now finds it harder to access to it.

She also, of course, has Chaos Energy. She can perform Chaos Control (in this one) and turn Super (that second thing they don't know until she's a teenager, shown in this comic). She also has all the abilities Sonic and Shadow share (such as spindash).

Sparks: Like I've said before, Sparks is a Belly Baby, Blaze carried (here's context).

Sparks has fire powers, similar to Blaze's, though they find it a bit harder to control. They get Blaze and Espio's help to learn to use said powers, since they require a lot of concentration. Also, again, like Blaze, they can turn into Burning Sparks (here), but that form is more unstable and drains their energy pretty fast.

I am also taking this space to clarify this about the entire family (including Tulip). Since Blaze is a princess, Amy, Sparks and Tulip do acquire royalty related titles, however, they're very informal and don't hold that much power, since Blaze didn't want them to have any responsability simply because they're related to her. So they're royalty just by name.

Lash: Another Belly Baby, your local surprise baby representation.

Like is said in her chart, her main ability is acrobatics. She also has some sort of super speed but she doesn't rely much on it.

It's not said in her chart but she has both mommy and daddy issues and is often at Aim's house. The first time she stepped into that home and Tangle and Whisper welcomed she immediately felt glued to that family (here).

She also has two younger siblings, Strike and Decay (post introducing them here), and at first she didn't have that much of a relationship with, since they're younger than her and closer to each other, and since Lash spends a lot of time away from home, however, she eventually steps in and tries to be a part of her siblings' lifes as their parents' should've been.

Aim: I finally decided that he's also a Belly Baby, mostly because the timing didn't add up, since him and Emmie are the same age and there's only one Baby Making Tube.

Like it says in their chart, he does archery, which is his main fighting technique, however, during battle they also use their tail to move around faster (otherwise he just keeps it under his cloak) and teams up with Whisper's wisps in very rare occasions.

He does not speak, unlike Whisper who simply speaks quietly. Aim doesn't speak at all, but everyone around him eventually just finds a way to understand him (because I think it's funny). He very usually is the braincell carrier of the group.

Bria: Bria's a Belly Baby as well, it just felt like something Sonia would want.

They don't have any special ability, but they did learn martial arts as a way of self defense, consdering the group of people she often is surrounded by.

Even though Bria's hard of hearing, his biggest passion is music (over being a hero). She plays piano and guitar.

He's also the extrovert of the group. The loudest and friendliest there is. (Should I also add they're Emmie's cousin?)

Tulip: I was a bit more indecisive with him, but in the end I decided to also make him a Belly Baby, because otherwise it felt weird for that to be the one thing he has in common with Emmie. (In-universe explanation here!)

He hasn't shown any special ability yet -he's the youngest of the group though, being only ten years old-, so he isn't allowed to be around the other kids when there's danger, however, he's very sneaky and often gets things to work in his favor anyways. He does have an interest in tarot though, thanks to Amy, and he also shows to have an impressive intuition.

When he's not around Sparks he is often found next to Big, probably complaining to him about something.

Destiny: One and only Code Baby!! She's basically made from the same programming as Nicole, but more advanced and sophisticated.

Being an AI herself, she can hack robots and similar things, which helps during battle. They can also get into anyone's computer if they want to (they rarely do).

She usually takes the leader role very naturally, immediately making a plan on the spot and guiding the rest of the group. However, she's quite shy (even while being an extrovert. This forms a bit of a problem for her, wanting to be around people but being too shy to do it). Her more confident side mainly showing when assuming the role of the leader. She has great friends tho, who encourage to speak up and lead:]

Spades: She's a belly baby just because of the timeline, there simply wasn't a way without changing her age to make it make sense for her to be a Tube Baby -and I like her being 16-. Unfortunately I backed myself into a corner here JSKDJSKFJWKFKS I don't have many details on how she came to be because, guess what!! There's no real way for her to be the way she is the way I want it to happen:]]] So let's just use our imagination and say that it's possible for two amab people to have a kid who's biologically related to both of them because this is a world where magic color changing hedgehogs are a thing so this isn't super crazy, okay? Okay.

Like I said in this post, Spades has trajectory manipulation, so basically she will never miss her target, and can move away whatever is thrown at her, so that's pretty handy:] She also trains with Espio, so she has a lot of his abilities. She doesn't really want to be a ninja but has many of the skills.

She's the mom of the group!!! And the braincell carrier. She is very sweet and caring, but also quiet and calculating. Her strategy is the best, and her stoic appareance makes her look a bit threatening, but she's actually a total sweetheart!!

Also about swimming!! She really likes it because she finds it relaxing. You can't hear anything underwater so she likes to close her eyes and just swim around.

She gets along with everyone in the group, but is usually hanging out with Aim and Lash:)

And that's it for the individual kids!!

Here's some other links of interest:

-1. Character reference sheets for all most of the fankids, including a height chart.

-2. Voice claims!!!

-3. The old charts!!

-4. Ideas for weapons:)

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your writing style is awesome man how do you approach new work? does it start with other scenes written then formed together or everything from the start? what's a writing rule you personally follow?

Thank you so much! Sorry it took a minute to get to this, but I really appreciate the question and wanted to give it some thought.

For me, the majority of my new works are usually inspired by a single scene. Something that really stands out and has an emotional impact in my brain or just seems like a cute idea I'd like to try and capture with words. If it seems like a small enough thing, I can usually just write a one shot about it, but a lot of the time I'll wait to see if another scene or two come to mind that would fit well with the initial scene idea. Like collecting pieces of a puzzle.

For example, with "Relative Dissonance," I think the first scene I thought of was the flashback scene of Tails with the collider and the portal. The second scene was him closing the portal in that new dimension, knowing he would never be able to go home again, but doing it anyway because it was the only way to save the world he ended up in, with the Underground triplets, and trying to say goodbye to Sonic. Then the third scene was the triplets initially finding him at a service station in the middle of a desert landscape when their van breaks down, lol. Once I had those, I started piecing together the rest of the story, trying to figure out "how did Tails get here, why does he have to close the portal forever, how would he react to Underground Sonic and Sonia and Manic, how would they react to him, what happens when he leaves, do they have their own Tails in this universe?" and then I write to find a way to answer those questions.

Sometimes I find out that a story beat doesn't work because it just doesn't answer any pressing questions and doesn't make sense if there isn't a reason for it being there. It's really tough to decide to cut a scene, but in the end, it's all for the sake of coming up with a tighter, more cohesive story. And sometimes it paves the way for a better scene!

Even when I cut them though, I don't delete scenes entirely. Even if I don't end up keeping it in the fic, I put it in a scrap folder so I can reference it or pull ideas from it later. I'm pretty sure something I've cut from one story has come back in modified way for a different fic. And that applies to my original fiction, too! I have so many old folders on my computer, some of them over 15 years old! You know, just in case ;P

But there always exceptions! Especially with fanfics. There are some scenes that I originally cut and ended up putting back in just because I liked them! I'm doing this all because I love it and I want to see these stories on paper and share them with people, while also practicing my skills and growing as a writer in the process. Writing rules are important to know, so that you know precisely when it's a good time to break them :) That goes for characters, pacing, tone, everything. It's a creative art form for a reason. If we didn't have the option to subvert general writing rules from time to time, I personally think it'd take a bit of the fun out of creating.

So, personally, I try to write in a way that serves the story, but will occasionally override that if I really, really want something to be a part of it. I'll work hard to make sure the story elements that make me happy get to stay :)

Hope this was helpful or interesting to you! Thanks again for the ask! :D

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This is an official distress call, over

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x f! Reader

Part of the Spitfire Universe. Can be read as a stand-alone but best enjoyed if you have some background.

Summary: Unca Wooster is having such a great day, especially since his favorite nephew is having an extended sleepover at his house. His girlfriend is even calling him in the middle of the day which she hardly ever does! Such a great day…… oh no.

Bradley was having such a great day.

He made pancakes for breakfast.

He got Eli to school on time.

He got to see his girlfriend for a minute or two at drop off.

He made it to work on time.

He got to fly.

Just such a great day. He’s been loving all of the extra Unca Wooster time he’s been getting in. Jake and his wife wanted to go away for an extended weekend for their anniversary and Bradley was first in line to watch his favorite nephew. He might have thrown some elbows to beat out Coyote but nobody needs to know that. (He’s not sorry)

Penny, Mav, and Amelia have Ellie for the weekend. Mav made sure to pull Bradley aside and let him know that if he needed help with Eli to just let them know.

Pshaw! Why would he need help with Eli? He’s the best kid ever! Bradley still wonders how Hangman could have made such a great kid. Must have been all his wife’s genes because he definitely doesn’t see Jake in the kiddo at all.

Bradley was on his lunch break when he noticed his phone vibrating in his pocket.

A surprise call from his girlfriend! See?! Best day ever!

“Hey baby, to what do I owe the pleasure?” He says as he answers his phone.

“Bradley, what the f word did you do?!?!” His girlfriend scream-whispers to him on the phone.

Huh. He wasn’t expecting that at all. What could he have done? He’s been having the best day ever so clearly it had to be nothing.

“Ummmmmm nothing? What are you talking about? What’s wrong, honey?”

He hears you sigh, “What did you watch last night with Eli?” He can hear some sort of commotion where you are but can’t quite make heads or tails of it. Probably in your classroom, which you shouldn’t be, you should be on your lunch break right now.

Bradley thinks back, they watched a lot of stuff, “Umm Paw Patrol, we watched some Bluey, threw in some Wild Kratts for educational purposes, and then I think Jaws was on when he was falling asleep. I put him to bed once it was over.”

“You let a baby watch Jaws?!?!” You scream-whisper at him again.

“Hey! He’s not a baby! He’s a big boy. He barely watched it. He fell asleep after like 20 minutes.”

“I’m gonna beat your a word. I really am. Is Phoenix there? Let me talk to her.”

“Why the violence, honey? I’m sure he’s fine,” Bradley assumes.

“Oh my sweet naive and dumb boyfriend. You think he’s okay? That’s cute. That’s really cute. Super cute. He’s definitely not clinging to me right now sobbing and telling me he’s never going in the ocean again because he’s going to get ‘eated by the scary gray shark in the water.’ and he definitely isn’t refusing to lay down because what if a shark gets him in his sleep,” you say exasperatedly.

Ohh. Fuck. Shit.

“I shouldn’t have let him watch Jaws,” Bradley said as he hung his head.

“Ya think?! Oh my God. I can’t believe you let him watch that. You’re never getting him to sleep tonight. It was a miracle the rest of the class went down for naps because when one overtired kid cries then they all cry. And they were all asking me why Eli won’t go in the ocean anymore and why sharks are scary.”

Bradley winces. Maybe he could wear him out a little when he picks him up. Let him play for hours at the playground.

He hears his girlfriend sigh then hears a kissing noise that he assumes went onto his nephew’s head. Poor little guy.

“Before you even ask I already told him I would come over and help protect him. He’s clung to me all morning and if his parents aren’t home and it’s just you then he clearly needs a responsible adult.”

“Hey now, I’m a responsible adult,” Bradley grumbles.

“But are you? Because you let him watch Jaws and I don’t think you’re allowed to be in charge of the tv anymore,” you say. He can hear you mumbling something to Eli.

“That’s….. fair. That’s a fair choice. You are in charge of the tv.”

“Okay I gotta go. I’ll see you in a bit. I’m gonna google some shark week stuff that shows sharks NOT eating people to help this little boy out.”

“Okay I’ll see you in a bit. Bye honey. Tell Eli I love him and that I would never let anything happen to him,” Bradley said with a sigh.

“You got it. Bye Bradley,” you say before the call disconnects.

Bradley runs a hand down his face.

“Why so glum?” A voice asks, walking up from behind him.

“I did something stupid,” Bradley explains while he turns to look at Phoenix.

Phoenix laughs, “What else is new? So what’d you do?”

“I traumatized Eli.”

Phoenix smacks Bradley’s arm, “Why the hell would you do that?! That poor sweet boy!”

Bradley pulls his arm closer to him then rubs it, “Ow! Don’t hit me!”

Phoenix leers at Bradley, “Don’t do stupid things. What. Did. You. Do?”

Bradley sighs, “I let Eli watch a little bit of Jaws last night and now he’s terrified of the ocean and won’t nap because he’s scared a shark is going to get him in his sleep. Don’t worry, I already got yelled at over it.”

Phoenix gasps, “You should lose custody. Like immediately. No more Eli for you.”

“My girlfriend said she’s coming over tonight because Eli needs a responsible adult,” Bradley explains.

Phoenix laughs, “Only you would get yelled at and then essentially grounded by your girlfriend.”

“Jake’s wife grounds us all, all the time.”

Phoenix shakes her head and points at Bradley, “No, she grounds you all. She’s never grounded me. I don’t do stupid stuff like this.”

Bradley grumbles.

“Well let me know if your girlfriend can’t stay the whole weekend and Eli needs a different responsible adult. I’m happy to help,” Phoenix smirks at Bradley.

“I got him. I won’t do something like this again. Promise.”

“Suuuuuure ya do,” Phoenix says as she shakes her head at Bradley.

When Bradley went to pick Eli up that afternoon Eli raced into Bradley’s arms, scrambling to get picked up.

“Woah buddy! Slow down! I got ya,” Bradley says as he scoops Eli up to gently set him on his hip.

“I can’t be down, Unca Wooster, I can’t!” Eli said as he hid his face against Bradley’s chest.

It was then that it hit Bradley just how bad he messed up. Poor kiddo. He felt so bad.

He watched as you walked over to the two of them holding Eli’s backpack, “He can’t be down, Unca Wooster, he can’t.” You shook your head as you handed Bradley Eli’s backpack.

Bradley holds Eli close as he leans to speak to you, “I’m gonna fix this.”

You shake your head, “No, I AM going to fix this. Don’t worry. I got a plan. You’re taking us to the aquarium tomorrow by the way. I’ll see you in a bit.” You wink at Bradley as you walk back towards the rest of your students.

Bradley sure hopes you have a plan because he sure as hell doesn’t.