#OOC: THANK YOU FOR THIS QUESTION IT REALLY HELPED ME KINDA FLESH OUT THIS PART OF HIS STORY.

[askaerialstem]

So wait… You’re not royalty? How’d that happen, then?

"Though I suppose running my shop is a lot of responsibility, but it's something I love and have a passion for, rather than Meetings and and such other Royal Duties!"

[kakyoingdom]

The Lucky Ficlet, 07

hi! tumblr is fucking eating my asks so i lost the one :( but i hope you see it, anon! thanks for asking!

your surprise ficlet match is: tobirama + size kink and brat taming + number 1: kitchen

(since i had lots of 7 asked i changed for 1)

warnings: unprotected sex, brat!reader, tobirama is kinda ooc, soft dom/sub relationship implied. not a really happy ending 🤔

“Fuck you”, you mumbled, hoping that Tobirama could hear your angry voice. You put your hand on his pants once more, pressing his dick over the fabric with an innocent smile. He inhaled deep and loud, closing his eyes for a second. Oh, you thought, was he already angry? You continued to press as he just inhaled and exhaled with noticeable irritation. Challenging his patience, you moved your hand up and down, just like you did when he told you to masturbate him. But he didn’t ask for nothing but for you to be fucking quiet and stop acting like a bratty slut.

Tobirama left his hashis on his bowl and stared at you with angry eyes. You blinked as you were doing nothing, your hands never stopping your daring moves. “Why are you looking at me like this?”, you asked with a dumb voice, sounding like a genuine question. Good for him he was—not that much—immune to your performances. He pulled your wrist away from his pants and held it close to your face.

“Watch your hands, your mouth too”, his fingers covered your lips and you parted them to suck his fingertips with funny eyes. He put more of his digits in your mouth, almost touching you throat with no sensitivity, thrusting in and out. “Filthy brat”, he smirked, your whole body shivering from your head to your toes. His other hand found your open legs and reached your panties, the fabric all wet. You felt embarrassed when his smirk grew, but turned your face to the other side so he couldn’t stare at you with that arrogant expression.

The fabric was pushed to the side and two of his fingers suddenly entered your wet core. You grinned and whined at the same time when he added a touch on your aching clit, causing you to forget for a few moments about your annoy-tobirama-mission. It didn’t last, though. Tobirama took his fingers off you and licked them with his tongue curling around, showing off to what you wouldn’t get today.

“You’re so stupid”, you mumbled louder and he heard, his hand rapidly hitting your thighs. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. His eyes became even more piercing.

“Am I?”, another slap on your flesh. Your expression didn’t even wave as you used your own fingers to touch yourself after taking the panties off and putting your feet on the table like a brat. “I guess I am, then”, he said, reaching your clit and rubbing it fast and hard while his other hands held his cock under the pants fabric, taking it off.

You trembled at the sight of his size, his length and girth that you couldn’t take if you weren’t so stubborn. His tip leaking pre cum, so hard because of all your misbehavior. You bit your lip to hide your smile, but he saw it and smirked too, pressing your spot even harder, putting one finger with your own, curling inside of you and finding a sweet spot in a second. You moaned loud and brought your body closer to his, wanting to feel more of his fingers at the same time you wanted to have him on your mouth, gagging and making a mess. You did love a mess while sucking his cock.

“Do you want me, my slut?”, you nodded slowly, focused on his fingers pushing your wall and clit. “Answer me”, he said again and you mumbled a positive answer. “But bad girls don’t get any cock. You know the rules”, he stopped to bump his fingers into you, changing his attention to himself.

You pouted and made an annoyed expression as Tobirama jerked off, his arm folded behind his head, the free hand moving up and down, pressing his hard cock, abusing his tip. You watched without doing a thing, appreciating his pleasure face, his eyes looking at your unclothed pussy shamelessly, even wetter and needy of him. Your face became a little bit sad, a last plan for him to let you touch him.

He didn’t fall that time either. Used to that puppy face look, he just closed his eyes and thought of you being a good girl, behaving and never making him mad. You took the opportunity to rapidly put your legs around his body and low onto his lap and cock. Tobirama tried to cough and ignore, but his moan was good enough for you. “I get what I want, don’t you agree?”, you teased, moving your body up and down. Your walls were burning due to his size, his cock stretching your core until he was deep inside you.

His hands hit both your ass cheeks as his grumpy expression turned into a pleasure one. You knew he was too weak for taming you when you were riding his dick so well, so passionate.

“Brat”, he exhaled the word and took strength out of nowhere to make you stop sitting on his lap, his tip so deep you could cry. It was hurting, but it was so, so good. You whined and moaned even with no moves from him or you. “I am”, you smiled. “I said bad girls don’t get any cock”, you heard and laughed. Tobirama put his firm wrists on your waist, your strength wasn’t enough to help you out of that situation. “But I got. You’re inside me, dummy”, you showed your tongue.

“And that’s all”, his hips went toward you, his cock reaching deep. His finger rubbed your clit hard and fast, soon your walls squeezing him as you moaned his name. You almost came, just a little more and you’d be satisfied. Then he stopped his fingers, your weak body falling on his chest. You pouted and looked at him.

“Tobirama?”, you mumbled. He stared at you with stoic face, neither happy nor angry. “I’m sorry. I really want to cum, please?”, you asked him, needy voice. But Tobirama was the most evil boyfriend in the world, you thought. “No”, he said. You cried a little more, rolling your hips on his cock. He touched your clit once more and took his cock out of you, kissing your forehead teasingly. “That’s not the way I taught you to apologize. Go think about it and maybe the next time you get to cum”.

[wikiangela-fanfics]

"You should smile more" - sambucky

I’m a sucker for Bucky’s smile so obviously I had to project that onto Sam and write a fic - I use the word ‘smile’ waaaaaay too much in this fic, but whatever

This is my first ever marvel fic, so sorry if it's too ooc but I actually kinda like this one hah

Big thank you to @tasteslikestrawbebbies for beta-reading ♥♥♥

Here it is on Ao3

part 2, part 3

Enjoy ♥

***

One of the things that really struck him was that he kinda loved Bucky’s smile. Once he saw that real, genuine, happy smile on Bucky’s face… all he wanted to do was to make him smile again and again. Which was a crazy thought. Insane. He should not be thinking that, and he tried not to. But then Bucky would smile again, and Sam would melt.

His smile was… really nice. And beautiful. And it was impossible not to smile as well when you saw it. He seemed so relaxed and at peace… Sam has never seen him like that before, but he definitely liked it. He knew there was still work to do, and they would have to get to that sooner or later, but for now, he really enjoyed just hanging out with Bucky, fixing the boat together, talking, which apparently they did now, another surprising thing. Bucky opened up to him, and that meant he trusted him, not only in battle. This made Sam almost giddy.

He wasn’t ready to say goodbye. He knew they would see each other soon, but he selfishly wanted Bucky to stay, to keep him company… to smile at him. God, he was gone on that fucking smile.

He almost considered making up something else that needed repairing that Buck could help him with, but that would require actually having something to do… and he was not about to break something on purpose. Not that that hasn’t crossed his mind… but he wasn’t that far gone. Or that desperate. At least yet.

He convinced himself that he was fine, that not seeing Bucky for a while wasn’t a big deal. Because it shouldn’t be. They had barely talked before Walker was given the shield. And it was fine. It would be fine now, too.

But then, as Bucky was about to leave, the words just slipped out of his mouth.

“You know, you could stay for a while. If you want.” he wasn’t looking at Bucky, his eyes focused on the trees they were passing.

Bucky was quiet for a moment and Sam was afraid he fucked up their relationship, which has improved significantly over the past few days.

“Uh, I’d really like to.” Bucky started. “I would, but I think I need to go. In New York there’s someone who really needs closure, and I’ve been putting it off long enough.” he sighed, and that’s when Sam looked at him again. He seemed nervous and Sam understood.

“Of course.” he smiled. “But, you know, you’re always welcome here, man.” he added.

“Thanks.” Bucky smiled, and Sam’s heart fluttered. Damn, this could not be happening. “I guess I’ll see you- What?” he stopped mid-sentence to look at Sam in confusion.

“What ‘what’?” Sam raised an eyebrow.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?” Sam felt his face heat up and looked away. He kept his cool since Bucky showed up, and now he’s getting caught at whatever his face was doing while he was admiring Bucky’s gorgeous smile? He was pretty sure he was smiling, but what else could be visible in his expression, he had no idea. He was fucked.

“I don’t know, but it’s weird.” Bucky was frowning, his tone slow and confused.

“Bad weird?” Sam couldn’t help but ask, looking back at Bucky, who just shrugged.

“Just different. What’s up?” he asked, not wanting to let go. And of course Bucky, the expert of staring and observing, noticed the difference in Sam’s expression. Of course.

“Nothing, it’s stupid.” Sam laughed, feeling more than ridiculous.

“Now you gotta tell me.” Bucky nudged his arm. “What was that look about?”

“I was just thinking. Forget it.” he shook his head, he tried to brush it off, but he knew it was pointless. One more smile from Bucky, and he was going to melt into a puddle.

“Okay, well, I’m not gonna push.” he lifted both hands in defeat, but he was smiling. Whatever he saw in Sam’s face, had to be positive. Of course it was, he had been thinking about Bucky’s smile. “I’ll get it out of you another time.” he winked, starting to walk again, and Sam wasn’t sure when they stopped walking. “Call me when you have a lead.” he repeated his previous words, clapped Sam on the shoulder, and was about to walk away.

“You should smile more.” Sam said before he even realized he had opened his mouth. How was it that suddenly he couldn’t think around Bucky?

“What?” Bucky turned around, Sam was staring at him, probably looking as surprised as Bucky. But he said it, so there was no backing away now.

“I mean, that’s what I was thinking about.” he swallowed hard. “It’s a good look on you. When you smile.” he said, trying to sound as confident as he could. Slowly, another one of those amazing smiles showed up on Bucky’s face.

“Wow, I did not expect that.” he said, his expression smug.

“Shut up.” Sam rolled his eyes, forcing himself not to smile back.

“You thinking about my smile often?” Bucky then asked, because of course he had to tease Sam about it now.

“I haven’t seen you really smile until, like, yesterday, so no.” Sam answered and thought, damn, where is this conversation going and how did we get here. “And I’m just saying,” oh God, he so needs to shut up already, but his mouth is still moving and the words are pouring out despite his efforts to stop it. “I wouldn’t mind if you did that more often.”

Bucky chuckled, and boy was that a nice sound, and looked down for a second. Seemed like someone was shy about getting complimented. Alright, Sam got it, Bucky probably hasn’t been complimented at all for the past seventy years. But Sam also kinda liked making him blush - because that’s what was happening, Bucky’s cheeks were starting to get pink, and now Sam couldn’t contain his smile.

“That’s, uh, nice.” Bucky said, looking back at Sam. “I just feel really good here, you know?” he confessed. So now they were seriously going to start talking, huh? Sam couldn’t say he was complaining.

“So you gonna come back?” the question was out of his mouth before he could stop himself. Again. Damn, what was happening to him?

“I haven’t even left yet, Sam. Relax.” Bucky chuckled again, his beautiful, teeth-baring smile not disappearing from his face. Then he sighed. “I promise, once we deal with Karli, I’m gonna visit again and I’ll stay so long you’re gonna beg me to leave.” he added, teasingly. Sam just involuntarily smiled.

“Imma remember that. You better keep your promises.” he said, finger pointed at Bucky to accentuate his words.

“Always do. But now I really gotta go if I wanna catch my flight.” Bucky added, almost apologetically.

“Right.” Sam wanted him to stay, but he already said that, and he wasn’t about to beg. He wasn’t that desperate. And he knew Bucky had to go, he had things to do, people to see, he had to do the work and get better, and it seemed like he was really going to. “Uh, answer my calls and texts this time, will you?” he tried to sound casual and exasperated, but the longing and a bit of hope was audible even to him.

“You plan on contacting me a lot?” Bucky raised his eyebrow.

“Maybe.” Sam was suddenly all too aware of the distance between them. He would have to take two, maybe three steps, to get to Bucky and… and what? He wasn’t sure. “Are you gonna answer?” he asked again, taking a step towards Bucky. What was he doing?

“Of course.” Bucky answered. Sam must’ve looked surprised, because Bucky snickered. “How else will I know that you have a lead?”

“You’re an ass.” Sam rolled his eyes, his cheeks heating up. And here he was hoping they would actually start talking on a regular basis… not that he wanted that. Definitely not. Why would he?

“But if you call me without a lead, I might not hang up on you.” Bucky said, a bit reluctantly, a teasing smirk still on his face. “Depends on my mood.”

“You can call me, too. If you ever wanna talk. No matter what time it is.” Sam took another step, while Bucky watched him curiously.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“And, uh, thanks. For all the help, you know.” Sam shrugged. There was still a small distance between them, and he was contemplating crossing it and hugging Bucky.

“Of course.” he said, as if him helping Sam was the most natural and obvious thing in the world. “Anytime. But now I really have to-” he didn’t finish his sentence, because Sam took the final step. But instead of hugging Bucky, he pressed his lips against Bucky’s.

It was a split second, rash decision, he did not intend to do it. At all. It was either letting Bucky go and dreaming about that smile and longing for him for the next indefinite period of time until he saw him again… or kissing Bucky and possibly changing their whole dynamic, risking rejection and making things weird again, possibly weirder than ever.

But Bucky immediately kissed him back, as if he was expecting it. And Sam could feel him smiling, which only added to the fluttering feeling in his stomach.

At first, it was chaste, just lips against lips, but that lasted a whole two seconds before Bucky opened his mouth, deepening it. He dropped his bag, his metal hand finding its way to Sam’s hip, while the flesh one cupped Sam’s cheek. Sam’s hands were in Bucky’s hair, running his fingers through it, and trying to bring him even closer. Honestly, Sam wanted to stay in that moment forever. Bucky’s lips not only looked good and irresistible - the man was an amazing kisser. Sam wanted more. He needed more. And one of his hands started trailing down Bucky’s arm to the hem of his shirt, but then… Bucky broke the kiss.

“You really want me to miss my flight, huh?” he asked, his forehead pressed against Sam’s. He was smiling, and both their breaths were quickened.

“I told you, you could stay.” Sam said, not able to contain a smile either. “We could… uh, have some fun, if you stayed.” he added, his tone deliberately suggestive. He decided to stop being tentative about his feelings. They just made out, he was aroused, and he was pretty sure Bucky was too. He desperately wanted him closer, wanted their bodies pressed together. Preferably undressed. Oh fuck, when did he go from Bucky has a beautiful smile to I wanna fuck him ? This was happening fast. Or maybe those thoughts were always there, lurking, as he tried to convince himself he’s not attracted to the guy. Maybe.

“I would love to.” Bucky said, sighing, and his breath hit Sam’s mouth, making him shiver. He wanted those lips on his again. But Bucky pulled away, hands still on Sam, but now his piercing blue eyes were staring at him again. This time, Sam didn’t mind. The staring stopped bothering him a while ago.

“But?” Sam tried to keep disappointment out of his voice.

“But, before this,” he waved his flesh hand between them. “Develops any further, I need to deal with some stuff.” he said, and Sam felt his heart swell. First of all, Bucky seemed so sure that this thing between them would turn into something, so Sam didn’t have to worry about what the kiss meant, they were both on the same page. And second of all, Bucky actually wanted to work on himself first before getting into a relationship. Which filled Sam with pride. He knew that it wouldn’t be a problem for them - he knew a lot about Bucky and his trauma, and he would love to help, in any way he could. But if Bucky thought it was something he needed to do by himself, and was actually willing to do the work, that was amazing.

“Okay.” Sam said, smiling fondly. “Just, you know, not all the stuff, yeah? I’m not gonna wait for an eternity.” his tone was jocular, but he needed Buck to know that he was in, despite all his shit. He hoped his message was at least a bit clear.

“Yeah.” Bucky smiled, leaning in for another kiss, this time brief, leaving Sam chasing after him as he was pulling away. “I’ll see you soon.” he added, finally picking up his bag and starting to walk away. Again.

“You better answer your phone or you’ll see me sooner than you think.” Sam yelled after him. Bucky turned around to shoot him one of his genuine, amused grins that made Sam’s knees weak, and made it impossible not to smile back.

Yeah, he definitely loved Bucky’s smile. And he already couldn’t wait to see it again.

[extreme-technicality]

does talking to an anon help about ninjago help? cuz I'm down

DHDKCKGSC YES IT DOES THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR OFFERING YOUR SERVICES

Okay now that I know I won’t be clogging people’s dashes buckle the fuck in my dude and I should stress that I literally would not be talking about this as much as I will be if I didn’t genuinely enjoy the show. I’m gonna go season by season and just Rant

S1 has the serpentine as the bbeg and like, as far as villains go they’re p lit. They’re early enough that they haven’t been done to hell, things are fresh, the characters and dynamics are being fleshed out, and all in all s1 is a pretty solid season. There’s some fuckery that gets brought up re: how the FUCK aging works and what the actual timeline of Ninjago is and how Wu and Garmadon fit into that timeline, fuckery that LITERALLY NEVER GETS RESOLVED IN A SATISFYING WAY BC ITS REVEALED IN A LATER SEASON (s8, dw we’ll get there lmao) THAT THE ONLY REASON THE FIRST SPINJITSU MASTER, WU, AND GARMADON LIVED AS LONG AS THEY DID IS CUZ THEYRE BASICALLY DEMIGODS AND ITS IMPLIED THAT LLOYD WILL ALSO LIVE FOR A LONG ASS TIME WHICH MEANS ONE DAY HES GONNA OUTLIVE ALL HIS FRIENDS AND EVERYONE HE EVER LOVED WHICH IS A FUN THING TO THINK ABOUT AT NIGHT But anyway I digress, s1 also coincidentally introduces Lloyd (he wasn’t in the pilot episodes that set up the rest of the series) and the existence of Evil Dad Garmadon.

S2 is where Garmadon starts acting a lot more Evil and a lot less Dad. He’s the main antagonist for that season, and I actually read somewhere that the show was originally slated to end after s2 which high key explains the fuckery of literally every single season after this lmaooooo. Much like s1, I really can’t find much to complain about, the first two seasons are pretty decent as far as I can remember

Season. Fucking. Three. Where the fuck do I start??? I hate season three for entirely personal reasons revolving around the STUPID GODDAMN ROMANCE WRITING. okay lemme back up and explain a thing first so, Jay is dating Nya and they’re fine, they’re going steady, aND THEN????? THE BEGINNING OF THE SEASON INTRODUCES BULLSHIT LOVE TRIANGLE FUCKERY FOR ZERO GODDAMN REASON, BITCH I HATE LOVE TRIANGLES AND I HATE THEM EVEN MORE WHEN THEYRE DONE FOR NO GODDAMN REASON!!! AND THEN. AS IF THAT WERENT ENOUGH. THEY SHOEHORNED A ROBOT ROMANCE BETWEEN ZANE AND PIXAL AND I KNOW I RANTED ABOUT THIS A LITTLE BIT WHEN I WAS ACTUALLY WATCHING BUT I DIDNT GO INTO ENOUGH DETAIL!!!! THEY MADE THE OTHER NINJA OOC IN ORDER TO PROP UP THEIR SHIP!!!!!! AND AT ONE POINT ZANE GOES “its like we were…made for each other” AND I HAD TO FUCUCJDHVE I HAD TO SCREAM INTO A PILLOW BRO, IM SO TIRED!!!! NO THE FUCK YOU WERENT!!!!!! YOU WERE MADE FOR YOU AND PIXAL WAS MADE FOR PIXAL AND IF YALLS WANNA BANG BOLTS THATS FINE BUT DONT IMPLY THAT EITHER OF YOU WERE MADE INCOMPLETE!!!! THATS AN INSULT TO YOUR MAKERS AND YOURSELVES, MOVE ON, PLEASE AND THANK YOU. anyway that season also killed Zane (for the first time, but not the last) (spoiler alert lmao) and like, not to be an emotional little shit but I did cry a bit at his funeral.

S4 is honestly one of my favorites, even though the romance crimes continue (the love triangle bullshit is continuing and honestly I maintain that Cole, Nya, and Jay should all have gotten together and in my personal canon they DID, and also Kai has a forced romance) the VILLAIN makes up for it imo. He’s campy!! He’s funny!! He’s a clown!! He’s serious enough that if he says “I’m gonna kill you” HE MEANS IT and that’s so fucking refreshing!!!! S4 is honestly 8/10 just for the villain alone, don’t like that it retconned the SHIT out of the elemental masters and how many different elements there are TO master but eh, it’s ninjago, shit is stupid.

S5 was…interesting? OH WAIT I FORGOT TO MENTION THAT S3 INTRODUCED A GARMADON WHO WAS A LOT LESS EVIL AND A LOT MORE DAD, HONESTLY I THOUGHT IT TOOK A LOT OF THE FLAVOR OUT BUT THATS JUST ME LMAOOO. anyway s5 killed Garmadon, and I was a little sad cuz I like him okay??? I just think he’s NEAT, he’s got big dad energy, he was teaching Lloyd some shit that just got DROPPED and literally was never brought up again which is honestly a theme in Ninjago. Ninjago drinking game: take a shot every time they introduce a plot point or ability and drop it at or before the end of the season. WHICH THEY ALSO DID IN S5 WITH A DIFFERENT POWER ACTUALLY, so all the ninja are masters of Spinjitsu right, well s5 introduced the concept of Airjitsu which only Spinjitsu masters can learn and it lets them FLY and they used that for seasons 5 and 6 and then they nEVER BROUGHT IT UP AGAIN EVEN THOUGH IT WOULDVE COME IN HANDY FOR S E V E R A L DIFFERENT SITUATIONS ACROSS THE SEASONS, ONE OF THEM WOULD BE FALLING TO THEIR DOOM AND MY ASS WOULD BE YELLING “YOU CAN FLY, DUMBASS” - anyway, they do that again later lmao it’s fine. But what’s low key NOT fine is they made Nya the WATER NINJA!!! Like I’m not mad she has powers, except I kinda am, she was doing just fine as Samurai X and honestly the only reason she has super special ninja powers is for plot reasons. Also Cole got turned into a ghost, but by s7 he’s????? No longer a ghost????????? And that’s NEVER addressed or reasoned away, so like. Cool lmao

S6 didn’t happen. Like, canonically, s6 ends with wish fuckery that undoes the entire season and none of the characters remember anything that happened except Jay and Nya because S6 is the season where they get back together so they remember all those events for???? Feelings reasons?????? Unclear, moving on. The actual bbeg for S6 was a djinn with a vaguely Spanish accent, and to this DAY I don’t know why they made him have a SPANISH accent. Djinn are Arabic, not Spanish!! They’re not central or South American, either!!!! Your villain design makes no sense, do better

S7 had MORE time fuckery, and retconned what happened to Kai and Nya’s parents and hmmmhmhmhmhmhm that makes me Upsetti Spaghetti :3 not just the retconning, but the fact that they LITERALLY brought them back oNLY TO NEVER MENTION THEM AGAIN!!!!!! LITERALLY!!!!!!!! Okay so at the VERY very beginning, like pilot episodes beginning, Kai talks about their dad like he died/left fairly recently, BUT s7 contradicts that and claims that both of their parents were essentially abducted when Kai and Nya were little kids, which makes me question what in the fresh fuck two little kids were doing for all those years alone. SETTING THAT ASIDE FOR A HOT SECOND, their parents were also apparently good friends of Wu’s and old war buddies (from the Serpentine wars, which is YET ANOTHER bit of the timeline that doesn’t quite add up but honestly I could make a whole other post about that shit). But if they were such good fucking friends, why didn’t Wu check in every now and again??? What the fuck was Wu doing that was so fucking important that he couldn’t have been assed to visit his friends ONCE in like TEN MOTHERFUCKING YEARS and realize “oh shit, they’re not here and there are two tiny children running around unsupervised…My Kids Now : )” LIKE????? WU YOU LOW KEY SHOULDA LOOKED OUT FOR YOUR FRIENDS’ KIDS BETTER, THEY COULDA DIED BRO!!! Uhhhh the time fuckery also results in Wu getting yeeted ahead in time a bit and the ninja gotta find him

Season. Eight. I have…mixed feelings about this one. The beginning absolutely SLAUGHTERED me, and not in a “this is so fucking funny” way. No, the beginning made me feel like I was being flayed alive with just about every episode because Ninjago was back on its forced romance bullshit and this time it was Lloyd’s turn on the chopping block. That hurt my soul cuz like, look at that mans color scheme, he’s CLEARLY alloaro, why are you forcing romance on my aro man, why would you hurt me like that, BUT ALSO BECAUSE HE AND THE GIRL HE WAS BEING SET UP WITH HAD A LITTLE HEART TO HEART REALLY EARLY ON AND IT WAS THE MOST QUEER CODED SHIT!!!! IT DEADASS READ AS A CONVERSATION BETWEEN AN OUT AND PROUD QUEER AND A CLOSETED QUEER AND THEY MADE!!! IT!!!!! STRAIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!! The only thing that kept me watching at first was wanting to find Wu, and then I started enjoying myself once Cole found a plot-relevant baby and had fatherhood thrust upon him. Everything went from “ehhhhh” to “holy shit this FUCKS” once it was revealed that Rumi (Lloyd’s love interest) wAS PLAYING HIM THE WHOLE TIME AND WAS EVIL AND HAD AN EVIL GIRLFRIEND!!!!!! LITERALLY IMPROVED EVERYTHING ABOUT THE SEASON FOR ME, I COULD EVEN FORGIVE THE WHOLE “let’s resurrect Garmadon, but as evil as possible” BULLSHIT!!!!!!

S9 is a continuation of s8, Garmadon is back and 1000% Evil, 10% Dad, but none of the Dad energies is directed at Lloyd - it’s all directed at Rumi, and honestly I could write a whole ass post on just RUMI cuz that’s honestly my DAUGHTER and I LOVE HER and I’m MAD SHE DIES AT THE END OF THIS SEASON!!!! SHE DESERVED THERAPY AND TO LIVE WITH HER GF AND MAYBE SOME CRIME. AS A TREAT. RUMI DESERVED BETTER AND LOW KEY IM GONNA WRITE A FIC ABOUT IT, BUT ANYWAY WHERE WAS I

Ah right, so s9 has the four major Ninja stuck in the original dimension with no way home, while Lloyd has no powers (cuz he almost died last season) and has to somehow lead a resistance against Garmadon (who has taken control of Ninjago City and is working on the rest of Ninjago). Actually, s9 is pretty cool. Like, the end of s8 and into s9 are low key my favorite episodes, and I kinda wanna rewatch them now -

S10 is a FUN one. Garmadon got got last season, but he didn’t DIE, so he’s in cold storage and now there’s Another Threat and he’s the only one who knows wtf they’re up against so they let him out and he works with them. The funny part is, he is still Very Much Evil and doesn’t quite Get emotions like he did when he was, uh, human lmao, sO HE WOKE UP EVERY DAY DURING THAT SEASON AND DECIDED TO CAUSE PROBLEMS ON PURPOSE. IT WAS THE FUNNIEST FUCKING SHIT. 1000000/10 MY FAVORITE GARMADON, he ended that season by literally fucking off into Ninjago and they never decided to track him down 😭😭😭😭😭and I’m so SAD about it dude

S11 has another Serpentine as the bbeg, though in the setup to that they retconned how the fucking Serpentine tribes and history work??? I think???? Also Wu was a good 150% angrier and generally Done with the ninja’s shit, which was honestly refreshing tho I’m not quite sure I liked what the refreshed view was, but whatever lmao. S11 also had the ninja get yeeted to the dimension farthest from Ninjago, and honestly - okay, so they didn’t all go at the same TIME, Zane left about a week or two before the others did but there was time dilation fuckery afoot which I’m not too mad about cuz low key it makes sense. What I AM mad about is that they didn’t play the angst up to its full POTENTIAL!!!!!! Zane was EVIL in the other dimension!!!! Okay so I’m Ninjago he was only gone for maybe a week or two, but DECADES had passed in the other one, and all that time Zane was alone and disconnected from everyone he knew and loved, with a staff that boosted his power while slowly corrupting him and Turning Him Evil to help him, and like???? The thought of Zane trying to find a way home, trying to get SOME sort of message back, while he has to use the staff more and more to help him survive the long, lonely decades, so that by the time his family DOES show up its too late??? BRO. B R O. THAT JUST HITS DIFFERENT, BUT NINJAGO DIDNT DO THAT!!! THEY MADE HIM EVIL DUE TO MEMORY WIPE!!!!!! MEMORY WIPE IS BABY SHIT COMPARED TO A LONG, SLOW CORRUPTION!!!!!!

S12 was alright. It went into Cole’s mom, touched on some of the adventures she had had, threatened another forced romance (this time on poor Cole, just leave my mans ALONE) but thankfully didn’t follow through this time, introduced cool new powers that honestly hasn’t been elaborated on since that’s the most recent season I think lmao

Anyway thanks for reading and letting me rant!!!! I have,,So Much More I could talk about, PLEASE ask me about Rumi, some of my headcanons re: Garmadon and Wu’s dynamic, the Serpentine, my top five times they butchered Kai’s character for Plot Reasons, or anything else I brought up here that you want me to elaborate on!!!

[forsakenflora]

THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; mun & muse - meme.

TAGGED BY: @dolcetters / ( thank you bb !!! ily !!! )

TAGGING (don’t feel obligated to do it!): whispers anyone who sees this !!

FILL OUT & REPOST ♥ this meme definitely favors canons more, but i hope oc’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. multi-muses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm.

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MY MUSE IS:  CANON / OC / AU / CANON-DIVERGENT / FANDOMLESS

Is your character popular in the fandom?  YES / NO

Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom?  YES  / NO / IDK  ( people have said she’s pretty? i mean she is, so ) 

Is your character considered strong in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK  ( by a good majority, if we go by 03 standards ) 

Are they underrated? YES / NO

Were they relevant for the main story?  YES / NO / MAYBE  ( again, by 03 standards; kind plot-device-y ) 

Were they relevant for the main character?  YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG ( i mean .... AGAIN, 03 .... ) 

Are they widely known in their world?  YES / NO / MAYBE

How’s their reputation?  GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL

HOW STRICTLY DO YOU FOLLOW CANON? not that strictly. she loses the pregnancy through a trauma-related miscarriage. back when i rped her years ago, i did not write in the fact that she had a child. i think i didn’t want to ... really write the parts with dante / the gate / etc. i could still in a separate AU where it’s strictly canon, but for just my writing sake, i decided no. she goes through having her rapist’s child, and that can be heavy for some. the assault alone is traumatic enough. but it’s real. so her story, at least in 03, does deserve to be told with sensitivity. 

SELL YOUR MUSE! AKA TRY TO LIST EVERYTHING, WHICH MAKES YOUR MUSE INTERESTING IN YOUR OPINION TO MAKE THEM SPICY FOR YOUR MUTUALS. do you like flowers? yes? good. do you like pretty, sweet girls? yes? ok great. please, allow me to introduce you to a person who combines all three !! rose thomas, a wholesome girl who, while living in a terribly hot city, will make you forget all about the heat with her charming smile and adorable laugh !! with her heart of gold, she will help out anyone and stand up for those that cannot !! while a little hot-tempered, rose truly has firm beliefs, but doesn’t mean she won’t learn from her mistakes and grow, flourish, like that of the flower she is named after !! so come visit liore and meet the city’s own pink-haired angel !! 

NOW THE OPPOSITE, LIST EVERYTHING WHY YOUR MUSE COULD NOT BE SO INTERESTING (EVEN IF YOU MAY NOT AGREE, WHAT DOES THE FANDOM PERHAPS THINK?).   .... well, first off, in 03, people disliked rose for the fact that she was seen as a threat to the pairing EdWin. which, ofc if you read the manga, doesn’t happen so. and idk if people couldn’t really relate to rose back then, much less in BH where she barely shows up (as story-line goes) and she isn’t as fleshed out as prior. umm. i think from what i’ve seen (even if it is canon) people didn’t particularly like that they “white-washed” her, even though technically she was meant to be originally light-skinned (she’s a desert child yet she’s white .... she’d burn but ok) and i think just how she came off originally really made people dislike her vs 03. and maybe her storyline in 03 wasn’t as interesting and maybe a little dark, given that she’s a WOC who is raped by a soldier(s) and had the child, then was used by scar, and then used again by dante, so maybe they figured she’s a weak person who gets manipulated a lot? (writing this is making me mad but from again, what i’ve read LMAO) and just the plot device with the child / gate opening. 

WHAT INSPIRED YOU TO RP YOUR MUSE? honestly? cause she was pretty LMAO. but mainly bc she (in 03) was a brown girl, like me. even though you don’t know her race, i saw myself in her, and she was so sweet and wholesome. she lost her first love and was desperate to do whatever it takes to get him back and i think she was lost, uncertain, and i really felt that. as time goes on and you find out that she changes her tune and grows and uses ed’s words to help herself back up again from being in a war-zone, it’s inspiring. she didn’t just stick to her ideals, she really changed. and then she is assault. and you just feel furious for her bc she didn’t deserve that, after having just felt empowered to do the right thing. i think initially it was out of vanity, but as i continued on with her, she just grew to be apart of me. she was one of my longest played characters, so i do have a sentimental attachment to her. 

WHAT KEEPS YOUR INSPIRATION GOING? umm. it’s hard more so now bc she’s no longer my main muse. so finding her voice now, a decade-plus later, can pose as a challenge. but i guess other than having writing partners who love her just as much as i do, i think just thinking about what would ( 21+) rose grow up into? what sorts of complex thoughts would she have? music helps me mostly if nothing else tbh. 

SOME MORE PERSONAL QUESTIONS FOR THE MUN.

give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

Do you think you give your character justice?  YES / NO ( MAYBE IDK )

Do you frequently write headcanons? YES / NO

Do you sometimes write drabbles?  YES  / NO

Do you think a lot about your Muse during the day?  YES / NO

Are you confident in your portrayal?   YES / NO ( MAYBE ) 

Are you confident in your writing?  YES / NO 

Are you a sensitive person? YES  / NO 

DO YOU ACCEPT CRITICISM WELL ABOUT YOUR PORTRAYAL?   tbh i think i’d feel a little hurt only bc i do feel attachment, but i’d have to be open to criticism if i want to get better at developing her. at the end of the day, she’s not my character. 

DO YOU LIKE QUESTIONS, WHICH HELP YOU EXPLORE YOUR CHARACTER? of course !! i’m rarely on, but if i get them i’d love them. 

IF SOMEONE DISAGREES TO A HEADCANON OF YOURS, DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY?   i’d be willing to know why, and see their pov, and we’d have to agree to disagree if it’s something that i personally feel in my heart of hearts that you’re allowed to have that .... but since this is my headcanon, then .... let it be? 

IF SOMEONE DISAGREES WITH YOUR PORTRAYAL, HOW WOULD YOU TAKE IT? i’d be like okay, then you write her? like. be a duplicate and write her. no one’s stopping you. write your own headcanons, do whatever you want. i think at this point it’s like, you’re right to your own opinions but then you’re kinda just being a dick about it. like. do i go to every other rose (or hinata on my main blog) and be like nooo you suck?? no, that’s rude. do i agree? not always, but hey if it makes you happy then fuck it be happy ?? LMAO but really, it’s fine, it’s for fun and i’ll try not to take it personally. 

IF SOMEONE REALLY HATES YOUR CHARACTER, HOW DO YOU TAKE IT?   i’ll laugh. grow up?

ARE YOU OKAY WITH PEOPLE POINTING OUT YOUR GRAMMATICAL ERRORS?  please ..... please tell me. i may have gone to uni but english is ..... tricky. even certain punctuations like this ( ; ) thing still consumes my nightmares when it comes to writing. if we thread and you see the error, please fix it for me and don’t let me see it or notice it. save me from shame. 

DO YOU THINK YOU ARE EASY GOING AS A MUN?   i want to say yes, but others may think otherwise bc i’m not them therefore i don’t know what you think of me. i may come off a type of way that may rub you the wrong way without my intention, and that’s just me being honest. if i’m not on this blog and on my main one, i’m sure by now you’ve gotten a decent sense of who i am ooc. i do try to be kind, but i know i can be absent at times only cause i’m overwhelmed and i use writing as an escape ... and then i get comfortable with whoever i write with, which i don’t want others to feel like i won’t give you a chance. maybe our writing styles will click, maybe not? but outside of rp i really am supportive (overly, disgustingly big-sister like supportive) and just quiet and chill, so please feel free to come to me if you ever need to !!! life just gets chaotic sometimes and i apologize for that !! but i’m super harmless, i’m awkward, but i am open and i welcome you all !! ;_; 

[i-just-love-writing-crap]

Catching Murphy, Part 10

Warnings: Swearing, possible nsfw content Word Count: 7609 (seriously stop letting me write this ish) Summary: You, Miss (y/n) (y/l/n), had a crush on Connor Murphy for years, from a distance of course. You had always been too shy to approach him, and the fact around school that he was an aggressive stoner caused you to become even more shy. One day, in history class, your teacher decided to assign a project and assigned everyone a partner—you and Connor were partnered together. Could you two grow close during the project and remain close? Or will Connor go back to ignoring you after the project comes to a close? A/N: I apologize if Connor is a biiiiit OOC… ;-; Obviously takes place in an AU where Connor is alive. Oh hey look it’s my masterlist, tah-dah Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 11 TAGS: @saturdayschilddrivesmewild  @defenestrate-yourself-please  @hamilton-canyouimagine  @arsonboirich  @sunshinesips  @philyylester  @cozykleinman  @jaredstrashcan  @glowingsaphaelruby  @saphael also, I swear to gods I’m working on the requests that I have, I just had ideas for where this was going to go and needed to get them down. Ya know what I’m saying??

You woke up in Kayley’s parents’ bed, and you looked down to notice your shirt and only your shirt was missing. “What fucking happened…” you groaned and held your head as it started pounding. “Riiiight, I got smashed for the first time last night…”

“Could you shut the fuck up, (y/n)?” came a familiar groggy male’s voice. “Go back to sleep. Let me fucking sleep, please God,” he said.

Looking over to your left, you saw Connor. He was, just like yourself, shirtless and you couldn’t help but stare. Without thinking, you scooted closer to him and reached out to touch him. The moment your hand touched his chest, you hummed at the warmth. “You’re hot, Con,” you said softly, pressing your lips to his collarbone.

Connor hummed and pulled you closer to his warm body, and you couldn’t decide whether it was instinctual or planned. “Yeah, I know. I’m hot for you, if you can’t fucking tell,” he joked, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

A giggle left your throat as you said, ���Oh yeah? That’s sweet, Con. I’m hot for your jerky ass, too.” There was no joking connotation added to your voice at that moment. This was you essentially telling Connor you were crushing on him.

“You know I was saying that as a fucking joke, right?” Connor questioned.

He brought you out of your little bubble of literal meaning that you had just been in. You felt yourself heat up; you were still kind of drunk and damn it, you just kind of let your feelings for him slip out. Well fuck me with a gently chainsaw… don’t panic, (y/n), you can play it off, you thought to yourself as you mentally kicked yourself. With a nervous chuckle, you said, “Y-yeah, of course I know you were joking, Con! S-sorry, I said some, some, something stupid because I got so, so… umm… so drunk last night and I’m st-still kinda drunk…” Plus, who would ever have the hots for me? you wanted to add, but you bit your tongue.

Another chuckle bubbled from Connor as he said, stroking your hair, “You’re fucking adorable, dork. Your shy stuttering shit makes me fucking smile for some reason.”

“Aww, th-thanks, Con. I can’t help it sometimes. My, my, my stutter and st-stammer act up when I’m emb-b-barassed,” you spoke softly. Yes, you felt kind of self-conscious about your stuttering and stammering, but at times there was nothing you could do to stop it. And it did only happen around guys you weren’t familiar with and when you were really embarrassed.

Connor brought a hand up to your burning cheek and pressed another kiss to your forehead. You noticed the he was really kissy at that moment and neither of you really knew why. Maybe it was because you both were still kind of drunk. “Yeah, I’ve noticed, dork. Though, that begs the question: why the fuck didn’t you stutter and stammer last night when I made you cum?” he asked with a smug voice and you could just hear the equally as smug grin.

You were sure your face just turned beet-red at the mention of what happened in Kayley’s kitchen. “C-connor! Don’t, don’t, don’t remind me! I, I, I was d-drunk! My b-brain was fuzzy! I’m, I’m, I’m sure if you did that now I would be a s-st-stuttering and stammering mess!! UGH!! W-why’d you remind me,” you sputtered, covering your face.

“Because, I can’t let you forget your first fucking orgasm,” he smiled. “And I was the lucky bastard who brought you to it. Let me fucking revel in that feeling. Don’t lie and say you didn’t enjoy it either, dammit, (y/n).”

“You only made me cum for the first time because you were angry with me and Jared,” you spoke, your stammering and stuttering virtually gone. “And you did that as a means to stake a claim on me. I guess…? F-fuck… seriously, if you did that again now I would stutter and stammer myself to death, Con! I, I, I can’t stop thinking a-about it… ugh, en-end me!”

Connor tilted your head up with your chin and looked into your eyes. His stare was intense, making you want to shrink even more. You wanted to bury your face into his bare chest, but his strong hold on your face kept you from diverging your attention away from him. “I could do it again, (y/n). Right here, right fucking now. And I could watch you fall apart all over again… fuck, just like last night. Hell, I’ll remember it in crisper detail, too,” he spoke, completely serious as his gaze never left your own.

You gulped, knowing he totally would. “I, I, I… umm, wouldn’t feel right if you g-g-got me off twice in a row, C-Con…” you muttered in a small voice.

“I mean, I’m not entirely opposed to being the first lucky fucker who you give your first blowjob too, either. Hell, wanna make it three for three and let me take your actual virginity while we’re at it?” Connor asked with an amused smirk as he pulled your face closer to his.

Another gulp and you answered, “N-n-no. I would much rather keep my virginity for a while longer, Con. At least until we get to, uhh, get to know each other better. Because I, I can’t just give my virginity to a one night stand… I know it may seem dumb or pointless but… I want to lose it to someone who it means something to, ya know?”

Connor’s breath washed over your lips as he chuckled a low, “But you’re saying that once we get to know each other more, you’ll let me fuck you? Wow, what does that say about your crush since seventh grade? That you’d fuck me instead of trying to fuck him first?”

If only you knew that you were my crush, Connor Murphy, you thought to yourself. You bit your lip and chewed on it for a few brief moments before you muttered, “Actually, you’d be surprised, Con.”

“Oh, would I now? Fucking try me, dork,” he said, still looking intensely into your eyes.

You couldn’t help but gulp a third time, his stare was just too intense for you to act casual. “I, I, I’d much rather not try ya, Con… you, umm… well, you…” you trailed off, unconsciously beginning to twirl some of your messy (h/c) locks around your index finger. You chewed on the inside of your cheek as your brain scanned itself for words to say. Before you could think of anything else to say, Connor pulled your lips to his gently but firmly. This kiss was different than the angry and drunken one from the night prior; it was also different from the ones shared in the past several days, too. This kiss was slow-roasting, passionate and almost loving?

Whoa, whoa, whoa! You thought, instinctively beginning to kiss back, Is Connor Murphy, my fucking crush since 7th grade, kissing me like he possibly may love me?! Or, or, or am I just reading too much into the kiss? Cuz, like, he is still kinda drunk, like me, right? So, so maybe this underlying sense of love is fake or something? You were panicking internally as you tried to come up with reasons why that tiny underlying hint of love was present in the kiss.

Sensing your body become tense, Connor caressed your face as he continued to kiss you with this passion and hint of love that came from seemingly nowhere, to you. His lips moved slowly, methodically, like he had calculated when to pour his then molten passion into the intense exchange. As another means of getting your body to relax, his other hand decided to roam your body. It moved up over your clothed hip, brushed lightly against the searing flesh of your torso, leaving goosebumps in its wake; continuing on its trek and swept across your bra-covered chest, where it lingered. Connor pawed as the swell of one of your breasts for a few, lingering moments. The hand that was still on your face had tilted your head back slightly farther so that he could deepen the heated kiss. Or at least try to.

Your body had relaxed and a sigh left your body, shortly after your body relaxed Connor’s left hand moved from your chest to your back. As if by instinct, your arms wrapped around his neck and you pulled your body up against his—now your chest was pressed against his and the kiss was growing in intensity. Shivers shot through your body as Connor trailed his hand down your spine to the clasp of your bra, his tongue swiping across your bottom lip and trying to pry its way into your mouth.

Eventually, Connor started to bit your lower lip, trying to coax you into opening that mouth of yours for him. But of course, you didn’t give into him that easily, as you were still feeling quite mischievous from the alcohol. Even as Connor unclasped your bra and slightly pushed your body from his so that he could peel it off, you didn’t give in. He felt the mischievous smile the corners of your lips curled into and heard the low giggle that rumbled through your body. However, now that your bra was removed, Connor decided it was time to amp it up. So, with that in his mind, he returned his hand to your breast.

His lips also curled into a devilish smile as he started to play with your left breast. The long-haired teen heard the moan that tore through your body as he tweaked your nipple, and he hummed almost appreciatively at your wholehearted reaction. Unfortunately, he had to pull away from the heated exchange of saliva to breathe; the moment his lips left your own a breathless cross between a gasp and moan emitted from you. “You still not gonna fucking give into me, dork?” he asked into the skin of your cheek.

You shook your head, unable to speak at the moment. Truthfully, your mind was shot and unable to form sentences. The only fragments of thought going through your head were questions about what had just happened. Vaguely, at the back of your mind, you did want to help Connor out, knowing that if he was feeling just the slightest bit of what you were he was dying. “C-Con…” you muttered. “Stop, Connor,” you said a bit louder and with force.

Immediately, Connor stopped everything. He stopped peppering your cheek and jawline with kisses, he stopped groping your chest, stopped caressing your face. Everything stopped. Connor pulled away and looked at you. “What? Fuck, did I do something wrong, (y/n)? Shit, I pushed it, didn’t I? God, I’m a fucking screw-up! You just woke the fuck up and here I am forcing myself onto you, goddammit. I’m sorry, I just… you looked so… goddamn… shit, I’ll leave you alone. Just… FUCK!” Connor exclaimed, a panicked look overtook his eyes and he pushed himself away from you.

You had never seen Connor Murphy panic like he was in that moment. Hell, you didn’t even know Connor, Mr. Cool Kid, could panic. He sat up and swung his legs over his side of the bed, combing his hands through his hair as he apologized for forcing you into that. He’s a softie, oh my yeesus, you thought to yourself with a gentle smile. Rolling your eyes, you let out a small sigh and crawl over to him. Coming to sit beside him, you said in a soft, gentle voice, placing a hand on his thigh, “Con, don’t panic. You didn’t force me into doing that, and I don’t want you thinking that. I wanted that, in all honesty. Look, umm… heh…” you trailed off in a nervous laugh as he looked at you, “…look, the r-r-reason I wanted you to, to, umm, to stop was so that I could, ya know… help you out like you helped me out. It’s only fair, right? And, and, and I may be really bad at it… since it’s like, my first time, so… be, umm, patient with me.”

Connor looked at you and blinked a few times. You were offering to get him off? Well, he had said that he wasn’t opposed to being the guy you gave your first blowjob to. And Connor wasn’t lying, but he found himself at a loss for words at your offer. “Umm…” was all he managed to strangle out.

He had never seen your face turn so red so quick as you stammered, “On, on, on, only if you w-w-want me to, C-Connor! I, I, I can’t force you to let me try and g-g-get you off!”

His lips curled into an uncharacteristically grateful smile as he said, “Fuck, if you’re offering to help me get off, who am I to refuse such an attractive dork like yourself?”

Those words got you to close your mouth and look at him with gaping, fish-like eyes. “…what…” you questioned in a very small voice. You looked at Connor, silently asking for confirmation that you had indeed heard what you just heard.

Instead of giving you an answer, Connor laid back down on the bed and pulled you on top of him. He watched your already reddened face grow even darker a shade of red as you hovered above his shirtless body. You had no clue what to do, you had never seen a man that wasn’t your family shirtless before, and you most certainly had never explored the male body before. Connor could see the hesitation and doubt in your eyes, and he also just realized that you two were in a place where this may not be the best time to do something like it. “I just fucking remembered that we’re at one of your best friends’ house, (y/n). After a night of partying and drinking. Kayley could bust in the door at any damn time and ruin this for you. Maybe we should fucking wait and do this later?”

Your eyes snapped to his and you knew he was right. “Y-yeah… we can do this later. Maybe tonight? I, I, I wanna learn how to please a guy… for, for my crush…” you said, laying down beside him.

“Yeah, for your crush,” he echoed.

About two hours passed, you and Connor’s slight buzz had died completely, and Kayley busted open the door, yelling, “HEY! WAKE THE FUCK UP AND GO THE FUCK HOME!!!”

You groaned, holding your head. “Shut the fuck up, Kay. God, we were already fucking up.”

“Oops, sorry, bitch. It’s how I’ve been waking everyone up. Anyways, Hansen and Kleinman are waiting for you two at the door. Get dressed and get the fuck out of here,” she said.

You nodded, sitting up and looking for your clothes. “Okay, thanks Kayley,” you said.

Kayley smiled and closed the door, saying, “You’re welcome, cunt.”

“Well, isn’t she just a fucking joy?” Connor asked, grabbing his shirt and jacket before putting them back on. He pushed himself off of the bed and stood by the door. “I’m ready whenever the hell you are.”

“Okay, okay, just gimme a minute to put my bra back on. I loathe this thing,” you said, fiddling with your bra as you tried to get it on properly. It took you like a minute and a half for you to get it on and then you pushed yourself off the bed and looked for your shirt. You searched for several minutes to no avail. Scratching your head you asked out loud, “Where the fuck is my shirt?”

With a small chuckle, Connor said, “Try looking in the damn bathroom, (y/n). When we came here to crash last night you walked in there with it on and came out with it off. Hence, it’s probably still in there.”

Looking over your shoulder, you shot a smile at him as you muttered, “Ooh, thanks, Con.” You then walked to the master bedroom’s bathroom; the moment you opened the door, you saw your shirt laying on the ground. “Found it,” you called out as you bent over to grab it. Once the top was in your possession, you put it on and shuffled out of the bathroom.

Connor was looking at you with his eyebrows furrowed in amusement. “What?” you asked, “Is there something on my face?”

“No,” he grinned and pointed to you, “you’re shirt’s inside-out and backwards.”

Your eyes glanced downwards and your face flushed in slight embarrassment. “Oops,” you said as you took it off and fixed it. When you had put it on for the second time, you asked, “There? Better?”

Another small chuckle, “Yeah, much better. Now let’s fucking blow this popsicle stand, yeah?”

“Fuck yes, let’s go!” you exclaimed, punching the air as you walked over to him. “Wait,” you paused, patting yourself down, looking for something, “where’s my phone?!”

Connor rolled his eyes and pulled it out of his jacket, then handed it to you. “I took it so your drunk ass wouldn’t drunk-call anyone, particularly your mom,” he said. Turning, he opened the door and walked out. “Now come on, dork. Let’s go take these idiots home.”

“You’re still just jealous that I made out with Glasses,” you smirked as you followed behind him.

Stuffing his hands into his jeans’ pockets, Connor answered, “Not jealous, doll. I’m still angry that fucking geek took advantage of you while you were drunk to make out with you.”

The two of you reached the stairs and you scoffed, “Con, that’s so far from the truth. Yeah, I was getting tipsy at that point, but I wholeheartedly agreed to that bet. In fact, I think I said that I wanted to kiss and piss you off. Both of which I accomplished.” Connor looked over his shoulder, with a slight glare, as he descended the stairs in front of you. Following after him, you laughed, “Now all I need to do is make out with Ev and I’ve made out with the three amigos.”

Connor laughed softly, “Oh, now that I would actually pay to fucking see.”

“You’d pay to see me make out with Ev?” you giggled, “So, lemme get this straight: you’re perfectly fine with me kissing Evan, but the moment I think about kissing Glasses, you wanna stake a claim on me? What the fuck, Murphy?”

He shrugged as you two reached the bottom of the stairs. “I don’t even know why, Kleinman just fucking irritates me,” he said.

“Then how are you two best friends?” you asked, walking to the front door, where Evan and Jared were waiting for you.

Jared crossed his arms and said, “Well look who’s up and ready to go, Evan. It’s the love-birds.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the title. “Why the heck are you calling us that, Glasses?” you asked, stopping in front of him and Evan.

“Y-you really don’t remember, (y/n/n)?” Evan asked you.

Shaking your head, you answered, “No…? What happened last night? I only remember what happened in the kitchen, then some after that. I vaguely remember taking the rest of the Maker’s 46 and drinking it out of the bottle. And everything’s a blur after that. So, fill me in.”

Connor stopped beside you and huffed, “Guys, can we fucking leave already? You dumbasses can tell her in the truck.” He pushed by his two friends, opened the front door and walked out of Kayley’s house. Almost angrily, he walked in the direction of his truck. “Do you fucking morons want me to leave your sorry asses?! If not, then come the fuck on!!” Connor called from over his shoulder.

You huffed at his change in attitude. He went from mushy and soft, to still and angry. What crawled up his ass and died? He was so different just a few minutes ago, the hell? you thought. “Yes, please tell me in the truck,” you said, pushing Evan and Jared out of your best friend’s house.

The three of you practically ran to Connor’s truck because he had started it. Once you all were inside, and settled down, you said, “Okay. Now tell me what happened! Why did Glasses call Connor and I love-birds? I’m so confused.”

Clearing his throat, Jared began, “Alright. Here’s what happened, sexy.”

Jared set the scene. How he remembered what happened was beyond anyone, because he was blasted last night.

It had been maybe thirty minutes since Connor gave you your first orgasm in the kitchen, you had the Maker’s 46 bottle in your hand, half-way drunk. And you had drank it all by yourself, nobody else had wanted any (which meant that you were the only person who had been drinking it since you arrived at the party). At that point, it was maybe midnight (but nobody really knew what time it was because they were all mostly shit-faced drunk), and you and Connor were sitting on the couch. You were either on Connor’s lap or right beside him as you downed some Maker’s 46 and he was sipping on a cup of Scotch, feeling a bit drunk.

Jared was dancing drunkenly with about ten other teenagers, while Evan was sitting on the couch beside you and Connor—still quite sober. (Knowing how big Kayley’s living room was, you weren’t surprised when Jared said that’s where the dancing was happening.) Kayley’s phone was plugged into the stereo and she was playing some music. Of course, you can’t dance without music.

"Hey, Con,” you slurred drunkenly, leaning over on his shoulder.

Connor looked at you, cracking a smile. “Yeah, was is it, half-pint?” he asked.

You smiled stupidly as you slurred, “We should…” you trailed off and hiccuped, “…we should totally fucking date, Murphy!”

Evan heard what you said and your words caused both him and Connor to choke on their drinks. Evan was thrown into a coughing fit as he tried to breath. “WHAT?!” the anxious sweetheart exclaimed in surprise.

“I agree with Evan, what the fuck, dork? You’re drunk, so I know you don’t fucking mean it,” Connor said slowly. Your words had thrown him for a loop; while he did agree that maybe you two should date, despite only talking for two days, he wasn’t sure that making it official while you were blasted was a good idea. In fact, he didn’t even know if you liked him in the way he possibly liked you. It still boggled his mind that he could have grown to like someone in just two or three days of talking to them.

You put the bottle of liquor between your thighs as you leaned over to touch Connor’s clothed chest. “I may be drunk, Connor, b-but… I will definitely remember this when we wake up,” you cooed, “so, let’s date~!”

Connor grabbed your hand and took it off his chest. “No. You don’t mean what you’re saying, (y/n),” he said sternly.

“The fuck I don’t! Ever heard of…” you trailed off to think. After a good two solid minutes of staring at Connor’s hardened facial expressions, you continued, “…ever heard the saying ‘A drunk person’s words are a sober person’s thoughts’? T-therefore… I me-mean what I am saying right now…”

Evan piped in, “But, umm, (y/n)… you are m-more blackout drunk than regular drunk. You, you won’t remember this.”

That was when Jared stumbled over and sat beside Evan, having overheard what was going down. “Evan’s right, sexy. You’re passed being normal drunk, you’re fucking blackout drunk. Meaning you won’t remember a single thing after drinking half of that Maker’s 46,” he said, leaning his head back onto the couch.

Your eyebrows furrowed and an almost annoyed look flashed across your face. Taking a moment for your blackout drunk mind to process what was said, you smile an ear-to-ear smile. “So I can do and say anything and I won’t remember tomorrow?” you asked.

Jared shrugged, but nodded, “Yeah… you can. But most, if not all of the three of us will remember. Unless Murphy and I are drunk enough not to remember shit. Evan’ll probably forget after he gets his third drink, cuz…” Jared leaned over and looked into Evan’s almost empty cup, “…he almost needs more.”

“I do not, Jared,” said Evan.

“Too late,” the geek said, talking Evan’s red cup from his hands. Alexa just so happened to pass by at that moment and Jared grabbed her arm, making her stop. “Hey, Alexa, can you do Evan a favor and get him some more whiskey-coke combo?” he asked.

Alexa smiled at Jared, “Yeah, of course! I’ve sobered up a small bit.” She took Evan’s cup and before she walked off, Jared pulled her down so he could whisper something into her ear. When they pulled away from each other, Alexa’s smile turned devious as she said, “Got it, I’ll be right back with your drink, Evan.”

Evan whipped his head to look at Jared as he hissed, “What did you tell her?!”

A giggle escaped from Jared as he shrugged, “I dunno what you’re talking about, Evan.”

The banter between Evan and Jared continued, and an idea was brewing in your head. “I’m just gonna assume none of us are gonna remember this and tell me tomorrow,” you said quietly to yourself.

Connor heard you and raised an eyebrow. “What was that?” he questioned as watched you take another gulp of whiskey. With the bottle still in your hand, you arched your back as you pushed yourself off the couch; Connor’s eyes watching you in confusion. He watched, taking sips of his drink, as you swung your legs over him, straddling his lap. “The fuck are you doing, dork?” he asked as you two stared into each other’s eyes.

“I’ve something to admit to you, Connor,” you said, the hand not holding the neck of your whiskey bottle cupping his face. Immediately after you said that, Jared and Evan’s attention was focused on you and Connor. You shifted on Connor’s lap, causing his breath to hitch slightly. “Can I admit this to you?” you asked almost in a whisper, leaning in towards Connor.

The long, brown-haired teen reacted with a, “Fuck, I guess so. What is it, half-pint?”

Taking a deep breath, you said, “I love you, Connor Murphy. You know the crush I’ve had since 7th fucking grade? Well… you’re him. I know you’ve always had a fuck-ton of issues… none of which are easy to deal with, and you come off as a complete fucking asshole to people. But… I developed a crush on your ass anyways! And, and, and…” a hiccup, “…I’ve been pining over you for six fucking years! W-wanting you to notice my existence, wanting you to like me back, wanting to help you with your problems since freshman year!” Your words petered out as you stared as his face. His eyes went wide and his mouth was slightly agape. You felt yourself smile a drunkenly sweet smile and caressed Connor’s cheek. That moment seemed to stretch on forever, but soon your brain spurred back to life and you continued, “So, I want to get high with you, drunk with you, all of these crazy things with you… but most importantly, I want to help you with your problems however I can. I just… I love you… so much it almost hurts…”

Jared and Evan’s mouths dropped open. Your words were the most meaningful ones either of them had heard a blackout drunk person say. It was like, in that moment, that you weren’t blackout drunk—even though they knew you were still very much completely blackout. “Holy shit…” breathed out Jared, still unable to believe what you just said. Evan could only nod in agreement.

Connor just stared at you with wide eyes. Does she really fucking mean all that shit? (Y/n) loves… me? he thought. No way is she telling the truth, she’s blackout drunk for God’s sake! She doesn’t mean it! She’s just saying what I want to hear. But, she’s right: A drunk person’s words are a sober person’s thoughts… shit, do I believe her or not?! As his brain scrambled to dismiss what you said, he was unaware that you were pulling his face closer to yours.

It was only once your lips touched that Connor snapped out of his flabbergasted daze. Immediately, Connor’s hand took the bottle of Maker’s 46 from your hands as you two shared a sloppy kiss. He broke off the kiss and handed the bottle of whiskey to Jared. “Here, drink the rest of it, Kleinman,” he said.

“You ain’t gonna address the fact she just said she loved you, Murphy?” asked the geek as he took the bottle.

You looked at Connor, your drunk eyes swirling with the feeling of rejection. “Y-yes… n-n-no reaction to my con, con, confession?” you asked in a broken voice, as if you were about to cry.

Connor’s eyes snapped back to yours and he said, “Look… I’m still… fuck, how do I say this…? Well, I’m still trying to figure out what I’m feeling, okay? Just in the few days we’ve been talking, half-pint, you’ve interested me in a way I never thought someone could. I’ve… been acting different from how I was before we were partnered together. And goddammit, I’m not sure if I like how I’ve been acting. You’ve given me thoughts and feelings I never expected myself to have for another person; I was dead-set on being a fucking loner my whole life, because I’ve always been the freak in our school. Shit, I guess what I’m fucking trying to say is that… I probably have feelings for you, too, (y/n). I just don’t fully fucking know yet.”

“R-really?!” you exclaimed excitedly.

With a sigh, Connor nodded and rubbed the back of his neck. He hadn’t really planned on telling you until he was certain he felt something for you that went beyond a slight interest. But, you know, so much for that plan. The stoner hadn’t anticipated you getting blackout drunk and admitting your feelings to him, nor did he expect Jared to press him for an answer to your confession. “Y-yeah…” he said in an unusually small voice. “Anyways, I think you’ve had enough alcohol for tonight, (y/n). I’m taking you to bed.”

An exasperated groan left your lips, “But Coooooonnor! I want to drink the rest of my whiskey!!” You went to tip back your bottle of whiskey and find it’s been stolen. “WHO STOLE MY DAMN WHISKEY?!” you shrieked.

“I took it when you were fucking kissing me and gave it Kleinman,” answered Connor. “Now, we’re going to bed and there’s nothing you can say to fucking stop me from doing it.”

You squirmed in his lap and lightly hit his chest, whining like a little kid, “No! You’re a fucking mean-ass, Con! I tell you I love you and you wanna put me to bed!!”

Connor rolled his eyes, drinking the rest of his Scotch and handing the empty cup to Evan. “Throw that shit away for me, okay? Thanks, Evan,” he said and watched Evan nod. Turning his gaze back towards you, Connor began to stand up, picking you up bridal-style as he went. “Time for fucking bed, princess,” he said and started walking towards the stairs.

As you two walked, Kayley and Alexa catcalled you, chanting how you were get it. “Get it, bitch! Get it, bitch!” you saw them mouth to you. You flipped them off as Connor carried you up the stairs, towards the master bedroom.

“…aaaaaaannnd that’s what happened. That’s why I called you love-birds,” Jared finished.

Your face had gone a ghostly pale and you were sure your breathing was erratic. Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmyfuckinggod!!! WHAT THE FUCK HAVE I DONE?! your panicking mind screamed. You were sure your heart had stopped beating. The moment Jared said you confessed to Connor, you were sure your heart stopped cold.

No words were able to come out of your throat because your throat had seemingly closed. You really didn’t remember any of those events. It was in that moment that you knew that you were panicking. Tears streamed from your eyes and you started to sniffle.

From behind you, you faintly heard Evan’s voice ask, “Hey? (Y/n/n)…? Are you okay?”

“I’m such a… f-f-f-fucking IDIOT!!” your voice finally tore through the lump in your throat. You turned your distorted vision towards Connor as you just sobbed, “I’m so sorry, Connor! You, you, you weren’t supposed to know!!! I should have known that someone as a-a-a-attractive as you wouldn’t have feelings for, for, for someone like me! I, I mean… l-l-look at me!! I’m a m-m-mess! I’m so un, un, uninteresting and inexperienced!! God! You probably think I’m some freak now for pining over your for six years!”

Everyone was surprised by your outburst. Had you not heard when Jared recounted the words Connor had said to you? “Whoa, whoa, whoa! (Y/n), did you not hear when I said that Connor told you he probably has feelings for you? He just has to figure them out,” sputtered Jared, trying to make you feel better.

“He was just saying that to make drunk me happy!! No way anyone would have feelings for me! I’m, I’m boring… and fat… and sexually inexperienced… and shit at school… and, and…” you sniffled, “…I’m a crappy person!”

Literally, Connor stopped the truck (having pulled to the side of the road, he wasn’t stupid enough to stop in the middle of the road). He calmly unbuckled himself, unlocked all the doors, got out of the truck and walked over to your door. Opening your door, Connor unbuckled you and pulled you out of the truck. His arms pulled you into a hug, which was uncharacteristic of him—to hug anyone out in public. “Listen, you’re none of those fucking things. Okay, so the only thing you are, of those five things, is sexually inexperienced. Half-pint, you’re not a shitty, fat, boring person… and you’re definitely not bad at school. Why would Mr. Boulden partner us up if we were both bad at fucking history? How about we drop these dumbasses off, then we can fucking do something, sound good?” Connor said, pulling away from the hug.

“You sound like a boyfriend trying to make his girlfriend feel better… or a best friend trying to cheer up their bestie,” you sniffled, wiping your sleeves across your face to absorb your tears. You couldn’t look Connor in the eyes, so your gaze was directed at his chest.

Not having you not looking at him, Connor grabbed your chin and forced you to look him in the face. “I am trying to make you feel better, you fucking dork. You’re panicking internally right now, I know you are because that was me last fucking night—or early this fucking morning, whatever—when you confessed that I’ve been the crush. And my words still are true, I may have feelings for you, (y/n). Hell, I’m like ninety percent sure I do like you,” he said.

You scoffed, tears still sliding down your face, “Yeah right… The Connor Murphy having feelings for me, (y/n) (y/l/n)? Only in my dreams…”

Connor growled and let go of you. “Fine! Don’t fucking believe me, half-pint! But, FUCK, I know I feel something for you! Just get the fuck back in the truck and let’s fucking go,” he growled as he stomped back to his side of the truck and got back in.

Sighing to yourself, you got back in the truck and buckled yourself up. Great, I made him made at me. Why am I passive-aggressive like that when I am internally panicking? you thought as you sat there.

The rest of the car ride was silent, as you were still panicking because of the recent events. Unconsciously, you had been twirling a lock of hair around your right hand’s index finger and were chewing on your lower lip. Inside your mind, in the midst of all the panic, you wondered how to make Connor un-mad at you.

By that point, it was just you and Connor; Jared and Evan had been dropped off. Connor wasn’t entirely mad at you, though, he was slightly mad at himself. He didn’t know why he couldn’t figure out how he felt, but he thought it was possibly because of the suddenness of which the feelings developed. The long, brown-haired teen knew he wanted to cheer you up, because he knew what it was like to be in that much of a panic. He felt that kind of panic from everyday walking through your high school, because people regarded him as the freaky stoner.

Deciding to break the silence, he sighed, “Look… (y/n)… seriously, not just saying it, but I do think that I really fucking like you. Can you just trust me when I say that?”

“I do believe you, Con. I just… feel stupid for admitting that to you in the way I did. I was gonna tell you if we kept talking after the end of this history project and started dating. But… plans can change,” you sighed out.

He chuckled, “Don’t feel stupid, dork. Fuck, I’m really kinda happy you told me while drunk. Because you didn’t fucking hesitate. And I mean, yeah, we could date or we could stay friends with benefits until I figure shit out. But, like… shit, I don’t know.”

You looked over at Connor and giggled, “You know if we stopped whatever we have going on between us that Jared would be all over me in two seconds flat. I’m convinced that he could actually sweep me off my feet if he tried hard enough. And I think you’d neither like that nor want to see me crumble and moan breathlessly as he grabs me inappropriately in front of you to prove a point.”

“You’re goddamn right I wouldn’t like it! I would rip you away from that asshole and show him how to touch you right,” growled Connor.

The mood lightened up as you laughed, “So, I think it’s best if we stayed friends with benefits, Connor. We can just… forget that I drunkenly confessed to you, okay?” He nodded and you smiled. However, your brain trailed back to the underlying sense of love that came through in your kiss after you two woke up. “Wait, wait, wait,” you said, “I have a question, Con.”

“Yeah? What?” he answered.

“When we woke up, we got into a heated kiss, remember that?” you said. Connor nodded and you continued, “I felt the slightest hint of love in that kiss. I swear to you I did.”

Connor shrugged as he pulled up to your house. “I guess that fucking means that I might love you, doesn’t it?”

With a smile and a shrug of your shoulders, you answered, “Yeah, guess it does, Con.”

“It’s not gonna scare your ass off that I may love you only after a few days, will it?” Connor asked, looking over at you. He was genuinely asking you, not just joking around.

“No, it’s not, Con. If me confessing to you that I’ve been pining over you for six years didn’t scare you off, then you possibly loving me after only a few days won’t scare me off,” you answered sweetly. “I, uhh, I guess I should get out, huh?”

Connor locked the doors before you could open the door. “You don’t have to go, half-pint,” he said, smirking at you. “After all, I do recall you saying you wanted to try getting me off when we woke up. Or were you lying?”

You blushed as you remembered that you had said that. Not being one to back down either, you had to take responsibility for your words. “I never lie, Connor Murphy. Do you… wanna come inside? You’ve never been inside my house before,” you offered.

“Sure, why the fuck not?” Connor answered, grinning wolfishly as he turned off his truck. “What’s the excuse as to why the hell I’m coming in with you?” he questioned as he unlocked the doors.

Opening your door, you smiled, “That you’re here to work on the project…? Duh? What did you expect me to say? Did you think I was gonna be straight up and tell my parents that you’re here so I can give you a fucking blowjob so I won’t feel bad that you made me cum at Kayley’s house party?”

With a shrug, Connor got out of his truck, too. “Well, fuck you, then. I wasn’t going to say that,” he playfully growled at you.

“Wouldn’t you love to fuck me?” you teased, sticking your tongue out.

He chuckled, “No shit I would love to fuck you, dork. But, you’re so set on making it worth it, so I’ll just wait until you’re ready to give in to me. Y’know, your crush?”

Your cheeks heated up and you stomped off towards the front door. “Jackass!” you called out, embarrassed that he reminded you.

Running after you, Connor called, “I’m fucking sorry, you dork! I couldn’t help myself, honestly!”

You opened your front door and said, “Just fucking go inside.”

Stopping in front of you, Connor said, “No, you live here, you go in first, dork.”

Rolling your eyes, you walked into your house. “Mom! Dad! I’m home! I brought Connor over so we could finish this project, okay? We’ll be up in my room doing it!”

“Okay, thanks for letting us know. Did he pick you up from Alexa’s house?” your mom asked.

“Yes, mother. He did.” You ushered him upstairs to your room as you continued to talk back and forth to your mother. When he was in your room you called back, “Okay mom, I’m gonna close my door so we can focus, is that chill?”

You heard your mother laugh and call back, “Yes, honeybun, that’s fine.”

Smiling you closed your bedroom door, locking it. “My mom’s the fucking coolest,” you said.

Connor looked around your room. There were books on Ancient Egypt littering your bookshelf and some scattered on your floor. Your bedspread was galaxy and it had Connor smiling. “Like astronomy, too?” he asked.

“O-oh, yeah… kinda,” you answered, picking up some clothes that were strewn across your room. Throwing them into your hamper, you stood beside Connor at the side of your bed. Patting the sides of your legs, you continued, “I don’t know much about astronomy, to be honest. I just really like the colors and how they accent each other, you know? It’s just beautiful.”

“Yeah… space is both interesting and beautiful,” Connor said, smiling at your bed. “Just like you,” he spoke, looking over at you with a smirk.

You blushed and slapped his shoulder. “Shut up, Connor!” Connor chuckled as you slapped his shoulder against, much lighter this time. The two of you laughed and he playfully shoved you back. However, after a few moments, the playful nudging and the like stopped and the room fell silent. It was a pregnant and awkward silence; you didn’t know how to start this. “Umm…” you hummed out, biting your lips, “so, how do we, umm, how do we start this shit?”

“Why don’t we start it like when we woke up?” he suggest with a smirk.

You laughed, “Like both of us shirtless? Or, or, or do we work those off?”

Connor shrugged and said, “We can? If you fucking want to, dork. Or we could…” he trailed off, “eh, it’s all up to you.”

Nervously, you began chewing on your lip in thought. Where and how to start this? “I, I, I don’t know what I want to do. All I know is that I wanna do this for you. As, as, as like a means to thank you… y’know?” you stammered nervously, looking at Connor.

“Yeah, I know, half-pint. Fuck, I mean I guess we could just start off kissing and work our way up from there?” Connor looked back at you, shoving his hands into his pockets.

You looked at Connor’s blue-green eyes as they stared at your bed. “Sounds like a plan, Con,” you spoke, pushing him over to your bed. Connor was mildly surprised when you pushed him onto your bed and straddled him. “Ready to get started?” you asked with a grin.

“You think you could hold the fuck up for a hot minute, dork? I think I should lean against the head of your fucking bed, don’t you?” Connor asked.

“I guess you can…” you said as you watched Connor move so he was leaning against the head of your bed. You sat in the place where you two had been and you chuckled, “You ready?”

Connor looked into your (e/c) eyes and said with a nod, “Hell yeah I am. Come here, half-pint.”

You pressed your lips together at the new nickname. Sure, you had noticed it earlier but the more he used it, the more random it seemed. Before you did anything more, you had to ask. “Hey, Con?”

“Yeah?”

“Where’d the nickname half-pint come from?”

Connor scoffed and answered you, “From last night. And you’re like almost half my size.”

“That is false, Con! I am only a few inches shorter than you and shut up,” you laughed.

“Keep fucking telling yourself that, half-pint,” Connor said through a smirk.

[frostbittenfemme]

Tagged by: @polyhexianchicken Thank you for the tag!

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MY MUSE IS.   canon / oc / au / canon-divergent / fandomless

Is your character popular in the fandom? YES/NO  I mean she’s not popular at all but I think being an OC really contributes to that unfortunately. 

Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom?  WELL�� / NO / IDK. 

I mean I’d say she’s rather cool. (badum tss)�� I don’t really now if she’s considered hot? I mean atleast one muse thinks she is?? I mean I think she’s an attractive femme. Wild however doesn’t hold such an opinion of herself.

Is your character considered strong in the fandom?  YES / NO / IDK.  I mean she’s an ex-gladiator? So I’m gonna go yes because damn you need some strength for that. Mentally she’s strong too but she only sees herself as physically strong. 

Are they underrated?  YES / NO. She does indeed need some love and TLC and sometimes even I underrate her. Sorry Wild. 

Were they relevant to the main story?  YES / NO. I mean kinda just slotted her in and she can exist outside the main story so I’m gonna say no?

Were they relevant to the main character?  YES / NO

Are they widely known in their world?  YES / NO. Maybe in Kaon? Tiny femme gladiator kickin aft? I’d like to think she was known for that. Or the fact that she’s now a medic I mean honestly what a career change. 

 How’s their reputation?  GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL. Depends on what point in her life you get her at. 

HOW STRICTLY DO YOU FOLLOW CANON?

I mean I try and follow canon as much as possible but like its hard sometimes with all the universes and not having knowledge on them all. I do try and match and stick to the canon of whoever I’m interacting with though.

SELL YOUR MUSE! (aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutual.)

ICE AND SNOW GUYS AND GALS! I mean that’s pretty freakin awesome! She’s a really loving caring medic who just wants some damn respect and 5 minutes peace and quiet. She was raised to be a gladiator only because her Sire knew of nothing else and he saw potential. Kaon was tough but Wild was tougher. Once she had enough of fighting and had the funding she went to medical school, battled to become a doctor against the reputation she’d built through pit fighting and then went back in the pits to help those who needed her.  She puts up a cold hard front sometimes because she’s known nothing but fear and anger and had the only mech who cared for her ripped away, but with a new location came a new chance, a fresh start.  She isn’t perfect but then who is? 

NOW THE OPPOSITE! (list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?)

While she is a sweet and loving femme that gladiator spirit still burns in her and some days it just really craves a fight. She is stubborn and she can be a bitch and she knows it and she doesn’t like taking orders because she’s usually the one giving them. Her being an outlier can be off putting which I understand but its part of who she is. I’m not sure what is mostly offputting but sometimes I think its just the idea she’s an OC which is quite sad because OC’s are wonderful and interesting and I think if you gave her chance and got to know her you’d see she isn’t that bad. 

WHAT INSPIRED YOU TO RP YOUR MUSE?

Wild was my very first OC I made her when I was about 8-9 years old, she’s gone through many changes and only recently have I solidified the story line and her designs and such. She got put on the shelf for 11 years just gathering dust because I didn’t have any friends who role played or were transformers fans. 

Only recently I decided to make a blog for her because I found old art of her and she made me fall in love with transformers again. And I’ve got to say thank you to @x-de-con-struct-ed-x for being so damn supportive of both me and her because I really was considering just damn right deleting this blog because Wild just wasn’t going anywhere. Hell there are still days I feel that way now but they’ve been a big help and they’ve also helped me develop Wild as well. (and got her someone to love at the same time) and I’ve got a best friend now too all because of Wild so I’m grateful for that.

I’ve been RPing for a while now with my fiance through a different OC so it’s not like I haven’t got experience in it but I’m lacking in experience with Wild. I love Wild I really do and I want to see her grow and get more popular I want people to see past the fact she’s an OC and see she is a unique femme with an attitude but will put her own damn life on the line to save others and will mother hen you to protect you but also won’t hesitate to kick your ass. 

YOUR INSPIRATION

People’s reactions to this small femme medic are great, especially in reaction to her powers or the fact she was a gladiator. She very much is a trouble maker and she likes a challenge and I like writing her. While I did make her before frozen existed I won’t lie when I say it does inspire me in regard to her powers but and how she reacts and it’s even a running joke between other mun’s and even muses some times.  I’m here to have fun and show her off because she is amazing and it took me too long to realise that and that’s what inspires me, I want others to appreciate her.

SOME MORE PERSONAL QUESTIONS FOR THE MUN.

Do you think you give your character justice?  YES / NO.  I really wish I was more skilled to portrait Wild I really don’t do her justice at all.

Do you sometimes write drabbles? YES / NO.  Yes I do write drabbles and I promise I’ll write some that aren’t all Wild/Ironhide but damn they’re the best couple and I will go down with that ship. I’m working on some currently although practically no one reads them :’) But it’s a bit of fun I think and it goes a little deeper into how Wild reacts to situations.

Do you think a lot about your muse during the day? YES/ NO. I am forever thinking about Wild and there’s always ideas bouncing around my head whether its AU’s, headcanons about Kaon or ideas for Wild herself. 

Are you confident in your portrayal?   YES / NO. Again I’m not skilled enough to portrait Wild I really wish I was but no one else could portrait her because she is my creation and y’know what that’s okay. Hopefully we can develop together.

Are you confident in your writing?  YES / NO. I try my best and just hope the crap I dish out is ledigble and understandable.

Are you a sensitive person?  YES / NO. I am and that kinda shows in Wild sometimes?

DO YOU ACCEPT CRITICISM WELL ABOUT YOUR PORTRAYAL?

I’m open to constructive criticism and I’d try and take it onboard. Telling me you hate Wild and how I write her won’t end well. I’m trying my hardest and I do this for fun and if you don’t like it just don’t interact.

DO YOU LIKE QUESTIONS, WHICH HELP YOU EXPLORE YOUR CHARACTER?  

I love them! Feel free to send them in anonymous or not I don't mind any question others have about her, seeing people curious about her really makes me happy and it helps flesh her out a bit more too!

IF SOMEONE DISAGREES TO A HEADCANON OF YOURS, DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY?  

Well I’d be curious about it so sure? but that’s the best thing about headcanons they’re open to interpretation by everyone and everyone has their own. My headcanons are for me and while you don’t have to agree with them please don’t get aggressive.

IF SOMEONE REALLY HATES YOUR CHARACTER, HOW DO YOU TAKE IT? 

?? Why are you still on my blog then? I mean I might be offended but I do respect that people have their own opinions and that’s okay. Just don’t be spreading hate okay?

DO YOU THINK YOU ARE EASY GOING AS A MUN?  

I like to think so? I mean I’m a bundle of anxiety and depression so I do have my bad days so if I’m overbearing please do tell me and I’ll dial it down.I’d love to get to know other muns and make some more friends but I’m so damn anxious about interacting sometimes I could and sometimes do cry. Please don’t hesitate to send me an ask or a private message I will get back to you as soon as possible but do bare in mind I’m from Britain and most likely in a different timezone. Ya just gotta get to know me I’m like a coconut, I take a while to crack but I’m good on the inside? I nearly put delicious? Maybe I am delicious on the inside but we shall never know, 

I enjoy OOC interactions as well as IC ones just sometime bare with me because I am very tired and awkward so sometimes replies take a while. If you have a problem with me or my content or you’re having trouble please do come and talk to me about it because honestly we’ve all been there and I like helping. I look forward to interacting with others because I am 100% an introvert and the internet is my only escape from real life. Hopefully we can make some more friends.