#Or what I think would be a slightly funnier way to tag it:

[snakebites-and-ink]

Whumpee has the ability to revive/respawn the next day if they die.

Caretaker doesn't know this.

Whumpee doesn't get the chance to explain before they die in Caretaker's arms.

[crabonfire]

Scout falling for reader

characters: scout

tags: fluff

note: writing this on a whim and ignoring all the other drafts I really wanted to write! also hi :)

I was writing an enemies to lovers but um....maybe later

I have a love for scout okay :( I'm sorryyyyyyyyy ill do full characters right after this one (I'm in a writing mood for once in years)

and of course reblogs and comments very much appreciated <3

♡Scout♡

• You were really the only true friend he had in the base. He considered all the other mercs his friend too but, he knew they'd never really share that friendship. He felt appreciated, and had someone to talk to who would really listen to him, not finding him stupid like the others do.

• He didn't realize he fell for you. The last time he fell for someone he acted shy, aloof, awkward and honestly embarrassed himself a little. He never knew what to say. So it took him a while to figure out he liked you, because whenever you two spoke, words always came so easily to him.

• The day he truly does realize his feelings though, is a day like any other. Your team, victorious, going out for drinks at the local bar. Scout could never handle himself well to alcohol, and you didn't really seem to be a drinker either. You two were sitting outside for the most part, laughing and making fun of the other team, as well as you listened to him ramble on his accomplishments of the day.

• Though, something lingered on his mind. A question he really thought about for a while. He knew you wouldn't judge, so he asked you your opinion.

"How long do you think we're gonna have to do this for?"

• You turned to him, confused. He continues.

"Fighting. Like- how long do you think it'll take before it's over? I'm not sayin' I don't enjoy kicking the other teams ass or the money we get, but well- I don't know."

Anytime he asked this question, Spy, Demo, everyone in the team really, all just said "not to think about it and to do it until it's done." He was never satisfied with that answer.

He saw how you contemplated it for a moment, seeing a small smile curl onto your lips when you looked back at him to reply.

"I don't know. It's probably for a bit longer, I mean- it's been 2 years. Pretty sure there were mercs before us who fought for this stupid war.*

You paused, "Why? You wanna quit or something?"

He shook his head. "Quit being able to kill people for a bunch of money? No way! I just- I think of doing other stuff. We barely have any free time and I don't wanna do this stuff till I'm old or something. And I know old- just look at Spy. He's probably from the ice age or somethin'."

• You snorted, chuckling a little at his comment. He smiled, he always liked to see you laughing at his jokes, made him feel funnier than he really was. You mirrored his smile, turning to look at the road. The night was a bluish gray, a striking contrast to the liveliness and warmth the bar brought.

"I get it."

It went quiet, he wondered if that was it.

"I don't wanna grow old and retire from this job either. But I don't think it'll be so bad."

"Really? Why?" He asked.

• He saw the way you turned to look at him, that same smile he knew all too well, one side of your face shone so brightly under the bars lighting while the other side was slightly masked with moonlight. Your reply was so simple, but it made his heart race.

"You'll be there. And I guess having you around makes things less worse."

• He stared bashfully at you upon hearing those very words. His palms got sweatier than they usually did as he felt his chest tighten. You must've noticed, because you let out an embarrassed chuckle.

"Haha- that was corny as hell. Anyway, I'm gonna go get another pack of soda for us."

• You stood up and walked back to the bar, but he couldn't look away from where you sat before. His face felt warm, damn.

He didn't know what it was. Maybe it should've hit him sooner, the fact he had feelings for you. The fact that- whenever you pull him in for a hug, his heart beats a little bit faster. When you laugh with him he laughs just a little harder because your laugh is his favorite. That your playful fighting with each other, it really does mean a lot to him.

All he knew was from that day on, it became difficult to think of you without realizing everything it was he loved about you.

♡♡♡

I don't know how to write endings anyway scout fans here's your food I know it's been a while it's okay mama is here 🫂

and yesssss sigh don't worry there are other fics I'm writing 😪 just...wanted to do scout first as a practice :)

hope you enjoyed! reblogs and comments always appreciated, I'd love to know your own opinions of scout and such!!! #scoutlover

[starlitvick]

Okay okay okay. Hear me out: Apollo x Telemachus.

I know I sound mental rn but it would be REALLY funny, and honestly kinda cute. Like you cannot deny that Telemachus would be Apollo’s type. I fear local pretty young prince is exactly the kinda person Apollo would be like “yeah I’d hit” and Tel would honestly probably go from “why is this god talking to me so often?” to “wait is he flirting with me?” to “wait but I don’t like men… but like Apollo’s kinda cute… wait no!” to “okay so maybe I like men but do I wanna get involved with a god?” pipeline of self discovery era all because the god of archery and music came down and started flirting one day

Athena is VERY unimpressed with her half brother for this one of course 😔 she is in fact their biggest hater (Ody is close in second he wants Apollo AWAY from his child)

Penelope and Hermes are very supportive of the relationship though. Penelope more in a “as long as you’re happy and he doesn’t hurt you or get you hurt I’m fine with it” way. Hermes though, he actively encouraged Apollo to start flirting with Telemachus to begin with (great grandpa being a wingman to get you set up with a god? More likely than you think)

As for the rest of the Olympians? Zeus is wondering why his existence is haunted by Odysseus and his family, same with Poseidon. Artemis is entirely unsurprised her twin brother has decided to start dating a mortal prince, it’s very on brand for him. Ares couldn’t care less, same with Hephaestus. Aphrodite is actually a big fan only because she can tell that Apollo genuinely likes Telemachus. Hera is indifferent about it but I like to imagine that after God Games she’s a slightly better step mom so she’s relatively supportive of Apollo’s prince rizzing endeavors.

The relationship itself is surprisingly highly functional and really normal despite Apollo being a god. For a long time Telemachus makes an internal vow to himself not to fall in love too much because he’s aware that Apollo tends to switch up on how much he loves his lovers sometimes and doesn’t wanna get hurt but after a very long discussion and Apollo swearing he’s serious about this (like Hyacinth levels of serious about this. Bro is LOCKED IN) and after staying up literally all night thinking about it Telemachus decides to seriously give this a chance and stop acting weird and it goes extremely well actually. They hang out daily, usually in like the woods or something or down by the shore where there isn’t anybody around simply because neither of them really wanna deal with other people knowing they’re together. It isn’t because either one is ashamed of the other or anything, just simply wanting privacy and knowing they wouldn’t get that with Telemachus being prince and Apollo being a literal god so people would probably just be staring the whole time.

Apollo also gives Telemachus gifts like crazy. He’ll write him love poems and songs all the time and is always equally as excited to show him every time (Telemachus is always just as excited to hear it because he’s never had anyone love him like this before)

Now the funniest part of this whole thing: the era where Apollo is trying to woo Telemachus. He 100% used serenading but stopped after Odysseus tried to shoot him with an arrow (to be fair it was the 10th time Apollo was outside the palace singing so the attempted shooting was pretty valid. Ody wanted his sleep)

Then Apollo started bugging Athena and tagging along with her whenever she’d visit the royal family (she knew what he was trying to do but there’s no stopping Apollo once he wants to woo somebody. Not for a lack of obvious hating though. Very actively hates on his flirting. Apollo is extremely un-subtle with his flirting too which makes it even funnier because 9/10 Telemachus just runs away because he’s never been flirted with before

Then after the flirting just turns into Telemachus avoiding Apollo at all costs (Telemachus is in his questioning his romantic attraction era during this but ofc Apollo doesn’t know this) Apollo just starts leaving love poems once a week (this goes on for about a month so four poems in total).

Then yk as I said before Telemachus decides to give it a shot blah blah blah gay people real they kiss the end 🥳

So yeah there’s me explaining my crackship. It’s essentially just: “Apollo likes pretty boys and Telemachus is a (very awkward) pretty boy”

[thesupreme316]

How aew men react to someone disrespecting their gfs

nick wayne x female reader, darius martin x female reader, hook x female reader, action andretti x female reader, dante martin x female reader, Eddie kingston x female reader, ricky starks x female reader

AEW BOYS React to: You Being Disrespected/Them Protecting You

Word Count: 1K

Supreme Speaks: hey sorry for being late. but thanks for being patient. you and another anon had the same request so i hope they also see this. i hope you guys enjoy this. Please remember that you are loved and appreciated.

Warning: GIFS AINT MINE, mentions of explicit language, slightly suggestive language

Taglist: @hooks-martin @sheinthatfandom @triscillal @cassie0sstuff @eddie-kingstons-wifey @hookerforhook @batzy-watzy @wwenhlimagines

Nick Wayne:

Okay, in my mind NICK IS A BABY

HE JUST WANTS PEACE

So he’ll ask for an apology from the person and but they refuse…In fact, they double down

And he just gets to fighting; lunging and tackling the person

But I think he’ll blackout fight

Like he didn’t even know he threw a punch until you pulled him off the other dude/person

Nick would be in shock at his actions, he’s shocked that he was that angry

He doesn’t like physical confrontation HES JUST A BABY

Would definitely buy you anything after that to make it up to you

But if he sees them again, it’s on and poppin

Darius Martin

Okay, tbh yall can go back (light years away) to find when I wrote Darius defending the reader against Sammy Guevara (ew)

But I believe that Darius is very diplomatic

Like he’ll fight with words first

He be like trying to create distance between you and the person

Constantly getting in their face and telling em to back up

Hates when you feel uncomfortable and tries to keep his anger at bay so that way you don’t get frightened

HOWEVER

I do think that Darius would wait for your approval to punch the person or lay hands on them

Him: looks back for approval

You: sighs yea

He doesn’t care who is around, he wants to send a message that you should never be disrespected

Ricky Starks

Okay like I always say…Ricky is a sassy and bold man

So I see him verbally assaulting the person before any punches are thrown

“You have the nerve to talk like that to my girl? In that outfit? Your parents must be so disappointed”

Ricky would just tell you to pay no mind to the person but they kept pushing his buttons

So he did what any gentleman would do

He calmly placed you at the side, turned to the disrespectful person, and calmly whispered in their ear

The person would then make a disgusted face and quickly walk away; mumbling an apology to you

Ricky wouldn’t tell you what he did, all he said was “Let’s go back to having a gorgeous day, beautiful.”

It was like you saw a switch go off…

But he then tells you the only disrespectful thing you’re gonna take is THAT PIPE IN YO-

Dante Martin (okay, idk why but Dante has been on the front of my mind recently….SO MY BABY)

If you have seen various tag matches with him and Darius, Dante is more of a hot-head/impulsive person

I also think because of him putting on weight (HAVE YALL SEEN HIS BACK?? OMG I JUST WANNA-)

He has found new confidence in protecting you, a task he doesn’t take lightly

So I think he will punch first, ask questions later

But it’s so bad that Darius or any of The Lads would have to hold him back

Yeah, after that he’s quiet as a mouse

He’ll only be thinking about how he can better protect you

If someone tries you again, I think he would try to use his words

…

But that doesn’t work so he’ll just go back to punching people left and right

Hook

Mr. Nice Guy

JUST KIDDING

He’s a silent killer, we all knew that

So if anything he’s choking out bitches left and right

Without hesitation like it happens so fast and you didn’t even know how he managed to it

Like are you dating the cold-heart handsome devil or Sonic the Hedgehog

But what makes it funnier is that he’s choking out a person with a straight ass face

Like no struggling or strain on his face

AND THEN

He gets up and continues the conversation that you two were previously having

Like he didn’t wasn’t your shining knight

“So yeah I like Cool Ranch more than Nacho Cheese”

Action Andretti

Andretti is a sweetheart and I think at first glance he doesn’t look that intimidating

So I think some people be underestimating him

But once he heard you get uncomfortable and disrespected, he quietly moved you aside before yelling in the other person’s face

You never saw him this angry so you kind of were in shock

And then you saw Andretti’s fist curl up so you were trying to pull him away but he stayed firm

“No, this bastard will apologize to you first. Then we can leave”

Although you were in shock by your boyfriend’s behavior, you can’t lie

It did turn you on

As soon as the dude left, you complimented your boyfriend and thanked him

He was trying to say you’re welcome but he saw that glint in your eyes and knew immediately how to show that you had the best boyfriend around

SO HE LAID THE WOOD-

Eddie Kingston:

MANS WILL NOT TAKE IT

Remember how he threw that TV at JAS? Yeah, he’s throwing everything in sight

I think everyone needs to understand that Eddie motherfucking Kingston is a ride-and-die friend

He will scorch the earth to ensure that you are defended

Any and all DMX songs are playing in his head while he’s doing so

He doesn’t tolerate disrespect at any time

So he and his friends will actively look for the person who disrespected you

Once he finds them, he pulls them aside

“Listen partna, you disrespected my girlfriend back there…don’t you think you outta apologize?” (Holds fork up to the person’s eye)

Would come back with a chunk of the person’s hair as a trophy and peace offering to you

To this day, Eddie would not tell you how he managed to get such a big chunk of the dude’s hair

[starry-bi-sky]

honestly your dpxdc clone au gives me life, its adorable as all hell and im a sucker for found family but with that being said, its so freaking hysterical to me that Danny is going full feral liminal menace at Wes any time hes near and Wes himself is still 100% into it the freak (affectionate) and thats not even pointing out the paralles it could possible create since danny and dames gives massive parallels to dick and damian and dick does have a thing for redheads.

yeesSSSSS! I was planning on hoarding this to myself but i can't not reply. and i'll be able to find this again with the clone^2 tag so win WIN. i'm so glad you are as delighted by this as me. It's so hilarious to me that Danny just becomes a complete freak whenever he spots Wes, and I'm the one who wrote it into existence. Like- like i don't know how to explain my vision in words but like, its like Danny sees Wes and immediately goes 'what can I do to make his day worse'. And then he goes and does it.

(honorary read more because i talk a lot)

He's relatively normal around his friends too, which makes him going full-fledged unhinged around Wes even funnier to me. Like, Danny will spout weird shit sometimes to Sam and Tucker, but usually its prefaced with him talking about patrol or there would be context before he said anything. With Wes? Though?? he will just. say anything, completely unprompted. Slings an arm around his shoulder like they've been buddies since primary school and then spits out a weird new fun fact he learned about the bodily anatomy while researching his latest cold case. All vaguely-threatening but utterly insane things to say as way to start a conversation.

And sometimes its not even that, he'll walk up to Wes and ask him if he saw the latest daytime fight between Phantom and Skulker. And then he'll say "yeah i missed it myself but I saw clips of it being posted online" and then watch Wes mentally explode him with his mind. or he'll disparage Phantom for having such a young partner with him, "Can you believe he'd let a kid fight ghosts with him? I'd never let my brother ghosthunt with me if I was Phantom."

All of this with such a deceptive look on his face but the most delighted, shit-eating gleam in his eyes. Wes is chewing glass and he wants to yell that he does let his brother fight ghosts with him. Also you told him yourself that nothing would've stopped your demonic (Wes' words) little brother from joining you.

Damian gets in on the fuckery occasionally, but since he's not around often with Wes about, it doesn't happen nearly as often as it does between Wes and Danny. Sam and Tucker know he's screwing with him too, and both of them are a little wary about him being careless with his secret id. But he's been doing this since he was 14-ish and it hasn't backfired yet. So. They're not actively stopping him.

Danny walks back to his lunch table after terrorizing Wes and Tucker just asks him what he said, because Wes was about as red as a tomato when he walked away. Danny offhandedly sighs and innocently says he tried to have a conversation about Phantom with him. Wes didn't seem to like it all that much. Weird.

And yes, yes. Wes is totally into it and is slightly enraged about this fact, because not even he knows why he's into it. The freak (affectionate). Danny gives him this troublemaker smirk, and i did say smirk, and Wes doesn't know whether or not if he wants to smack him or kiss him. Or both. Like, yeah, pine, white boy, pine.

(And this is a dramatized image but I'm also highly entertained by the idea that Wes keeps getting routine dirty looks from various peers because they, too, have a crush on Fenton. Except Fenton doesn't talk to anyone else unless its his friends and sometimes Valerie, and Weston, the guy who keeps accusing him of being the local vigilante, is somehow routinely having conversations with him?? And BLOWING IT?? Like everyone else thinks he's fumbling so bad, and yet fenton keeps tALKING to him.)

And yes!! i'm always so pleased whenever someone brings up the parallels D+D have to Dick and Damian, because that was lowkey my intention when I was making the solo clone damian au. Although it was supposed to be more implied since I don't really know much about Damian and Dick other than they're very close and Dick was Damian's Batman for a year. And then of course the very smaller parallel (??) 'what if' between Bruce and Damian and D+D in clone^2 considering who they are both clones of.

And man this just makes me want to talk about when batfam meet D+D because I just want them to see D+D be so brotherly towards each other. Like I want them to see Bby Dames wearing his goofy fun fact shirts and stealing Danny's hoodies/flannels/etc and blatantly lying about it when Danny asks. Only for Danny to then throw him over his shoulder like Tadashi from BH3 and jump around.

And also. I do not know what Damian Wayne's (DW as I'll call him) stance on being called "Dami" is - the general consensus I've seen is that its usually used as a playful nickname in order to get a rise out of him, and he doesn't really like it.

But baby Dames being called that freely, and often, and its sometimes used to get a rise out of him but thats typically what nicknames do. Its used as easily as his full name is with the same amount of affection. And its like his main go-to nickname. "Dami" and "Dames" with the occasional "Bud/Buddy", "Squirt", "Little man", etc. Not once is he ever called 'demon-spawn'

(which i know is a fanon nickname but its a relatively popular nickname)

but yeah, uhhh. i think thats all of my thoughts on the matter. for now lmAO

[mudpuddless]

I saw a couple tags with king Halt AU and I am interested now 👀 (if you need someone to blab to about this)

okay. listen. i was rereading the early years and halt rescues duncan but refuses to call him highness and duncan gets mad, the canon dialogue is pretty much just,

halt: you-

duncan: YOUR HIGHNESS

halt : i preffer to be called halt, actually

(this is the base idea: this scene is doubly funny if halt were also crown prince)

so picture halt swimming back to shore after ferris tries to kill him and deciding actually he doesn't want this idiot in charge of his country.

halt has had about four years of ranger training on top of royal battleschool at this point and ships ferris of to the countryside, names Caitlyn as his successor to the throne and convinces his father that he should aide araluen (read: the rangers who kept pritchard informed) for diplomacy reasons.

his father thinks this will be a good lesson in war craft for the crown prince and sends him on his way.

halt and Crowley meet in the inn just like in canon while pritchard, who travelled with halt to araluen, makes his way to berrigan who was his main contact and then the plot kicks off (canon slightly to the left) halt is still halt but with the full authority of the clonmel crown behind him. he just doesn't tell people. surely this won't result in any silly situations.

big change might be that daniel, who still dies, asks halt to look for his wife, who is heavily pregnant and halt goes to find her, but presented with a baby who has no living relatives he knows of he just takes baby will and disappears him to Hibernia? Caitlyn loves her nephew. halt insist that will is not his son. will is absolutely his son and no one will be convinced otherwise.

halts father/ the king of clonmel declares Will fourth in line to the throne bc what else are you supposed to do when your heir goes to fight a war for eighteen months and returns with a baby. the king isn't an idiot, halt.

i want at least one scene where an invitation is extended to the Hibernian kings for princess Cassandras first birthday and Caitlyn shows up to represent clonmel and bonds with crowley bc they have a similar sense of humour (compatible with halt). crowley refers to halt only by "Arratay" and Caitlyn only by "my brother". they think the two should meet though crowley thinks halt doesn't know how to behave in the presence of royalty.

this would be even funnier if it was cralt/craltine (geometrically accurate love triangle my beloved) bc crowley is fawning over halt and Caitlyn unknowingly sets them up by encouraging crowley to tell his friend how he feels.

at least one scene would be halt and crowley visiting Crowleys family which is big and loud. halt is immediately a favourite of Crowleys kid sister who thinks he is the funniest person who ever lived. halt is stumped by this

the rangers are also 100% the queerest group of people in the entire country. berrigan and Leander are established and not subtle about it. at least one person is only referred to by ranger, never by any pronouns. this is never remarked upon.

the problem im still trying to figure out is how I can merge canon post TEY. halt returns to clonmel bc he has to check on his family and also bc, yk, the infant he now cares for and virtually disappears from araluen. crowley and pauline are upset bc they dont know what happened. this would be even funnier if this was craltine and they just had a highly emotional moment and then the final battle happens and suddenly halt is gone and no one knows where.

if this was really cracky they would tag along as security/diplomacy detail for duncan when he is invited to halts coronation but then again, we're not catholic so I might as well. could be fun

feel free to add anything you might find funny/devastating etc.

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[lucabyte]

any thoughts about postcanon loop and mira relationship? i dont think i saw much about it in text posts but it looks like you might have something. bats eyelashes

okay i have rambled about this in a few places in mostly privately and in the tags of my own posts and self-reblogs but. grabs your shoulders. can you fucking imagine how funny loop would be as mira's beard. hear me out.

like. i'm already here for isiloops. im also already here for miraloop and mirasif qpr. im also here for miraisa qpr. im also not a coward who thinks odile should be excluded from this but thats besides the point. what im saying is that the whole things a fucking polycule and there's yet still ways this could be made way, way funnier.

So. It's obvious that Loop's theatrics are more than a bit of a facade. (They drop them when taken off-guard or in serious moments with Siffrin, and Isabeau remarks on them seeming 'shy' at the end)

But we also know that they aren't *that* much of a facade due to their speech patterns being directly reflected in act 4-5 sif's inner monologue. It's clear that Loop's regular goofy bullshit is just the manic end of Sif's emotional state unfiltered and externalised, presumably because they went fucking insane.

So while I imagine they'd probably be slightly more toned down with the party in postcanon, I don't imagine the bonus confidence that comes with Constantly Performing like that would just like... go away? Plus, new identity means you've got no expectations to be held against so... I think it would make sense for them to keep up the theatrics, the bitchiness, the change in humour from dumb puns to sharp and cruel wit.

So the idea of them proposing to Mirabelle that they could just, *pretend* to be dating isn't out of scope, to me. In a situation where she's perhaps fretting about keeping up appearences as an ever-changing housemaiden, or has heard through the grape vine that someone is going to try and make a move on her at a formal gathering, I think Loop offering to theatrically play up being her partner 'as a joke', so that they can offer her support and comfort while still under that arm's-length plausible deniability, sidestepping the emotional vulnerability of 'feelings buddies'.

(Remember, after all, that Act 6 Mirabelle's 'no spoilers' policy means she only got Act 5 Sif's fucked up little talk? There's genuine question as to how long it could take her to unpack things again after that. She probably still feels that social pressure even in a scenario where she has something again to the regular friendquest talk again, anyway...)

It lets them be 'in on a joke' together, and also gives Loop an excuse to hold hands with their friends that doesn't require they be honest about things. ("Well there's the thing, Housemaiden! I've no mouth to kiss, so we don't even have to do gross things like that to keep up appearences!") And thus gives Loop a niche in the party to slot into that otherwise probably wouldn't be filled by anyone.

And would anybody question it? The chosen saviour of the country has a weird little ethereal freak on their arm. That sounds about right for a magical saviour, and means there's really no need for any explanation for why they seemingly only showed up after The King's defeat. They're clearly Mirabelle's spirit guide, or something.

. anyway as with all things loop feel free to place this after everyone knows who they are for this to become a "relatively normal thing that can happen",

or you can place it before everyone knows who they are for the added twist-of-the-knife that is "guilt over keeping secrets" and "a really awkward and potentially upsetting recontextualisation later on"

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Plot: 💛💛🖤🖤🖤

"Plot is two out of five!! This chapter isn't as plot heavy, however, that doesn't mean what's happening isn't relevant. Everything that happens in firefight is something important, so remember the interactions in this chapter for when reading later on."

Suspense/Mystery: 💛💛💛🖤🖤

"Suspense/Mystery is three out of five!! The suspense in this chapter was amazing!! The standoff between Donnie and Leo had a lot of suspense laced into it, making for a tense read."

Angst/Hurt: 💛💛💛💛💛

"Angst/Hurt is five out of five!! Aw heck the angst/hurt in this chapter is definitely there. I can't stand to see the twins fighting, augh it hurts my soul!!"

Fluff/Comfort: 💛🖤🖤🖤🖤

"Fluff/Comfort is one out of five!! This chapter has practically no comfort to pair with the hurt. Its just arguing, desperation, and sadness."

Emotions Conveyed: 💛💛🖤🖤🖤

"Emotions Conveyed gets a two out of five!! This chapter really invoked a feeling of stress and sadness in me. It won't mess with your head to badly, though it'll still be a tense read."

Drama/Tension Level: 💛💛💛💛💛

"Drama/Tension Level is five out of five!! Like I've been saying, this chapter is a VERY tense read!! The tension is very thick, and the drama is intense!!"

Triggers: 💛🖤🖤🖤🖤

"Triggers for this chapter are one out of five!! Only the basic triggers for this fic apply to this chapter. The usual of starvation, dehydration, and overall despair."

Legibility (Reading): 💛💛💛💛💛

"Legibility (Reading) is five out of five!! Once again, would highly recommend reading this chapter!! Very smooth, very enjoyable, wonderful read!!"

Legibility (Audio): 💛💛💛💛💛

"Legibility (Audio) is five out of five!! One hundred percent this chapter is a good one to listen to! Whether reading or listening to, this chapter is good both ways!!"

Length: 💛 💛 💛🖤🖤

"Length is three out of five!! Chapter 5 of firefight takes about 25-26 minuets to listen to!!"

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Personal thoughts on chapter below cut (Contains Spoilers)

"I really think we have enough problems without you creating new ones. I actually don't think I've ever felt this frustrated with you and I survived your entire Nyan Cat phase." Donnie's brain immediately began to play the Nyan Cat song, which he had listened on loop for weeks. It was a particularly stark contrast of that moment to this one, that made him feel off-balance and unwell. Sugar sweet music as he watched the wretched expression on Leo's face twist and try to find somewhere to settle. What game his twin was going to try and play next to win.

I know this chapter is supposed to be on the more serious side, but this was just really funny to me!! I remember being younger, and thinking Nyan Cat was great lol.

Donnie really let himself sink into the freezing atmosphere, weaponizing all his innocent little brother energy, "But Leo, I'm cold." "Evil." Leo pointed directly at him. "Evil. Put that face away. What are you, Mikey?"

I can just imagine this scene so vividly, but its a lot funnier in my mind lol. Donnie, with huge sparkly eyes, pouting ever so slightly. I know I said this chapter is on the more intense side, which it is, but my brain is also just broken lol.

"So your hypothesis is that because Dad was capable of using your sword, it is a Hamato shared power instead of just Dad being incredibly versatile?" Donnie asked, managing to get his voice in something resembling his preferred monotone instead of this tortured arguing that was all Leo's fault for starting. "My hippopotamus is that it'd be stupid if we didn't at least try and see how many assets were have at our disposal." Leo replied, rolling his eyes up towards the shallow ceiling, flopping the hand away from his face. "I am not proposing any semi-aquatic mammals, thank you." Donnie said, stiffly. He spun the sword agilely, having practiced with enough weapons over the years that a sword wasn't too hard to play with. There wasn't any noticeable spark of ninpo, however. "I doubt this will work, unless you feel as if you'd be able to build constructs like I do. Hell, can you imagine doing Mikey's chain thing?"

:) Hippopotamus

His markings lit the corpse in faint violet. Not human, not Kraang, something slumped over with jaw detached and hanging. Painted on the inside was some kind of writing -- whatever it was, the same alien word over and over -- and the alien's appendage was torn open and caked in the same dark substance covering the wall. Something about the stillness of the corpse, the vacant stare of what could've been a face -- it immediately turned Donnie's stomach, let alone the desperation needed to decorate the walls of your tomb in your own blood. He wanted to know what the word was. He hoped he never had to know.

I wonder what everyone imagined the alien to look like. The description is a little vague, leaving so much of it up to the imagination. I wonder, was the alien in peoples minds, ugly, pretty, cool, or something else? Perhaps they based it off of another design they've seen before, their brain latching onto the first idea it could generate. When we hear the word alien, does it influence what we see or imagine? Would something else have been imagined if the word 'creature' or 'being' was used?

Through the steam on the other side, maybe Leo had thought he wouldn't see, or maybe he had no idea he was subconsciously doing it -- but he signed his real answer, a fist in a circle against his chest. I'm sorry.

I enjoy how actual sign language signs are used in this fic. Many fics I've read don't elaborate on what signs are being used. Its a small detain, but a special one.

[ivymarquis]

WIP Wednesday

Sliding in here with 30 minutes to spare after being tagged by @gaeadene and @direwombat! Tagging whoever wants to do it lol

This is a Soap fic with a southern plus sized nurse reader (listen she’s 2 steps from being an OC but imo the important part on the reader aspect is the flexibility to see yourself as the character and a part of that being no physical descriptors and we’ve checked that box okay? Okay.)

Anyway, she’s a holy terror but great at her job which is the only reason she’s not reprimanded near as much as she should be or frankly fired

Grumpy x Sunshine trope abound with Soap being the simp Sunshine of course. And a slight twist on the “Who hurt you” trope because Honey knows who did and she’s fucking pissed lmao

Told via Price’s POV because it’s funnier this way also Im a hopeless simp for that man

John has questions, wants to know what the hell went so wrong so quickly with Soap’s recovery. The surgeon who performed the operation has an answer for every inquiry but John’s medical knowledge is limited beyond the scope of emergency care to ensure the soldiers under his charge live long enough to make it to the table if needed.

He can’t help but feel he’s being soothed and placated with bullshit, but doesn’t know enough to go toe to toe with the surgeon the way he feels he should be. John’s more than willing to advocate for his subordinates and the whole situation has left a foul taste in his mouth but not in a way he can readily articulate and argue over.

The sight of you storming up to the surgeon is an unexpected boone. You’re so locked in on the doctor it’s clear you haven’t noticed John until you’re damn near on top of the pair of men. There’s a file in your hand- though it’s poised like you’re ready to launch it-, and he can see Sgt. John “Soap” Mactavish scrawled across the front of it.

Price has, the more he’s gotten to know you, realized just how horrid your temper can be when provoked and given the fact he’s got the sneaking suspicion that Soap coding is what light this particular fire-

Well, he’s got no interest in cooling you off.

The surgeon realizes that you’re heading straight for his throat, sending John a reproachful look Here she goes.

You only stop when you see Price, the haze of red clearing enough to recognize a potential witness- even though John has absolutely zero intention of stopping you.

“Captain Price.” It’s odd, he thinks- hearing his name laced with such venom when absolutely none of it is pointed in his direction.

You seem to gather yourself- a deep inhale, shoulders relaxing ever so slightly.

John’s opening his mouth to greet you when the surgeon opens his.

“I’m not in the mood today, Honey-”

-And just like that any attempt at self soothing has gone clear out the window.

“I ain’t your goddamn wife so why the fuck would I care what kinda mood you’re in?”

Oh. And this is why he hears the comments about the preceptor who breathes fire.

John can’t help but feel that fire is going in a direction that he wants it to go, so he sits back and observes.

Your attention turns to John, expression softening for the slightest nanosecond from near-blind rage to “I am pissed off beyond all belief but not at you” “Captain- can you give us a second?”

It’s a wonder the way hospital hierarchy works. The surgeon is a newer resident but should be well enough trained- and yet here you are, a well seasoned nurse armed with a paper copy of a patient file which means you had to have gone out of your way to get a hold of it.

John wants to watch what happens next. He’s got a feeling that he’s going to hear plenty shortly.

“Yes ma’am,” he steps past you, finally feeling somewhat satisfied with the way his conversation with the resident is going.

No sooner than his hand touches the door to shut it are you flinging the paper copy of Soap’s file down on the doctor’s desk with a whooshing thud. The door has not yet closed and John hears you clear as day seething “Where in the sam hill did you get your medical degree- fucking Craigslist?!“

John may not know enough to go toe to toe with the surgeon but you sure as hell did. Clearly you’d barely had the presence of mind to avoid a public dressing down, but have full intentions of reading the resident the riot act.

It wasn’t much of a shouting match, and John can’t help but feel suspiciously vindicated at the way the resident isn’t shutting you down.

And sure, part of it may be that the young surgeon has realized it’s easier to let you do as you please- but John’s got the suspicion that he knows you’re right.

Harsh? Yes. Aggressive? Yes. Insubordinate? Absolutely.

But you’re not wrong. The surgeon is young and full of himself and cocky and there’s no way he’s taking your lashings sitting down because he feels like amusing you.

It goes on for 20 minutes. John checked his watch about the time you’d seemed to hit your stride.

[magnoliacharmed]

Michelangelo’s Billy Gunn

18+, Billy Gunn x Fem!Reader one shot

[Also available on Archive of Our Own!]

Word count: ~2.6k

Tags: Flirting, teasing, making out, handjobs, hair pulling, condomless sex)

Summary:

Billy Gunn pops his gum at you, chases you around an arena, then makes you beg for him.

"You sure do like to stare at me."

"Huh?"

Oops. You really were staring at Billy Gunn himself. His well sculpted frame towered over you as he obnoxiously chewed his gum. A small mischievous smile was plastered on his face. He could be so irritating! Sometimes you were sure that while the rest of his body matured his brain was still stuck at 16 years old.

"You're staring at me. I understand why, though." Billy raised his arm up to flex his bicep and smiled even wider at you. You rolled your eyes at him even though on the inside you burned with an embarrassing amount of desire for the man. You couldn't help but get a little mesmerized at him, especially when he ran around oiled up in the tiny shorts with his nickname sprawled across the back. Only he could make something as ridiculous as Mr. Ass work in his favor.

"Tell me Billy, are you really an ass man?"

More loud chewing. "Wouldn't you like to know? For you, I'm an anything man." His eyes sparkled with playfulness.

He'd stared at you quite a few times but had managed never to be caught. Your role as backstage interviewer gave him leeway to mess with you. He'd watch you fix your makeup or outfit then flirt with you right before the camera came on to get you flustered. It worked the first few times, something that pissed you off and turned you on. After that you steeled yourself against him. Unfortunately, or maybe very fortunately, that only made him want to try harder.

"Well, I'm no liar. I was staring at you. You're just the most handsome man in this entire arena. The whole city, even. The entire world! How could I not stare at you?" You leaned forward to squeeze his bicep. Your head fell back exaggeratedly in mock ecstasy. It was starting to get harder to pretend that you didn't want him to fuck your brains out. He on the other hand always made his desire for you well known.

"I've been thinking, you should change your name to Michelangelo's Billy Gunn. But Michelangelo's Mr. Ass would be much funnier..." You tapped at your chin in faux deep thought.

Billy gestured down to his crotch, thrusting forward to you slightly with the famous "suck it" gesture. Of course he was wearing those little shorts again! You felt like such a pervert every time you took a peek at him.

"That just wouldn't be accurate. My dick is way bigger than that sculpture's. Wanna see?" He pulled down his shorts the tiniest bit, a smattering of blonde hair decorating his tanned skin.

Yes!

"I could report you for all this, you know."

Billy's head tilted to the side innocently while he pulled the shorts back into place. "You wouldn't do that, would you?"

"Ugh, you're so annoying!" Your cheeks burned hot at his expression. He always looked like he was seconds away from pulling your dress up and taking you right there.

Billy laughed at you stomping away from him, your heels clicking loudly against the flooring.

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A few hours later you stood by the craft table. Your mouth absently chewed at the end of a dried up carrot stick while you stared into space. What were you going to do about Billy? What could you do about him? Sure, you could shut down the flirtatious banter and remind him to be professional. Or you could continue on messing with each other, a constant feedback loop of innuendo and lustful glances.

"Still thinking about me, baby?"

Billy materialized in front of you. You'd been so lost in thought that the sound of the entirely too crunchy carrot blocked out the noise of his gum popping. He was due out in the ring soon. The shirt he was wearing earlier was now gone. His chest and torso gleamed under the arena lighting, oil rubbed into his skin with no spots missed (you ran your eyes up and down his body a few times, just to be extra super-duper sure). Your legs shifted underneath you at the sight. His eyes were covered by a tiny pair of circular sunglasses that didn't do much to hide his amused expression.

"You look like one of the three blind mice."

Billy laughed loudly at you in an over the top fashion, his hand resting on his stomach. You sure loved to poke fun of him, something he thought was endearing.

"One day I'm gonna fuck all of those little jokes out of you." Billy's voice came out rougher than he expected it to.

The neck of your dress was cut extra low tonight. The charm on the necklace you wore fell right where your cleavage met. It rested comfortably at the soft flesh. If he was bolder or had a few drinks in him he would've stuck his face right there between them to be surrounded by your warmth. He'd brush it off by motorboating you and shrugging nonchalantly after the fact. He restrained himself though. Billy knew that he'd soon be able to feel all of you and not just as part of a crass joke.

You cleared your throat at Billy's unwavering gaze.

"Excuse me, Mr. Ass? You sure are staring intently at me. I'd hate for the whole world to see how hard you are."

Your fingers slowly reached up to fix the neckline of the dress. You deliberately pulled and smoothed over the fabric covering your tits. You lingered while you pushed them up to readjust them, holding them up as an invitation. As soon as Billy began to speak, you let your hands fall down.

"Missed your chance! Nice to see you be the speechless one for a change."

He loved it when you teased back at him. Billy took a step forward and closed the gap between the both of you. His body radiated with wanting, his chest heaving at the thought of being inside you.

"When I come back out, you're gonna see just what you get from making me this hard."

He'd never sounded so… undone. So overcome. No more games. You'd finally made him snap. There was no way he was going to be able to keep his hands off you now. You watched him run his fingers through his blond, yellow-white hair. You got fidgety at the muscles rippling through his arms.

"I think you're on. I'll see you after the match!" You winked at him while picking up a shriveled up piece of celery. He left you standing there, his face more strained than you'd ever seen it.

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The match was over faster than you thought it'd be. Billy had won with ease, despite not being able to focus, which put him in a great mood. Sweat furrowed on his brow and ran down his chest. The man was a living sculpture, carved and created just for you to stare at lewdly. He also happened to be approaching you rapidly while these thoughts picked at you. Your eyes widened at his determined stride towards you, a nervous smile popping on to your face. You bowed at him with a flourish.

"Congratulations. I'm glad I could motivate--"

Billy wordlessly picked you up and pressed himself into you. You wriggled around in his iron grip and kicked your legs under him. You felt his erection press against your thighs right where your dress ended. His lips were dangerously close to your neck. Being held so close by him made your panties flood. You got even wetter when he smacked your ass, then squeezed a cheek.

"I'll show you just how motivated I am."

You managed to escape him by pinching his shoulder roughly. He dropped you in shock, your heels clattering against the floor. His cock pressed against the stretched fabric of shorts in an obscene way. You tried your hardest to not return your gaze down to it every few seconds.

"You got my dress all messed up with your stupid oil." Little stains dotted your dress. Hopefully it'd be able to be dry cleaned. You really did like it and not just because it seemed to get Billy going.

"Come here," Billy whispered. The lust dripped off of him.

"Mm, I don't think I will." You stepped backwards away from him. His hand reached out to grab you again but you side stepped him. "What are you gonna do, chase me?"

Billy knew that you knew how much he liked to play silly games like this. Small steps backwards continued to move you away from him. Your tongue stuck out in jest before you turned around to run away around the arena.

With anyone else they would've let you run around like an idiot. Billy took off after you instead, much faster than you even after a match. Your heels didn't help your speed either. You wobbled in them with every turn around a corner. Your giggles echoed against the concrete walls while you did your best to not trip over giant wires from the surrounding A/V equipment. Confused expressions from the crew flashed in your vision by you every minute or so. Billy let out a growl to play up the big, scary monster he loved pretending to be.

Soon enough you reached the very back end of the arena. It was completely bare and barely lit, old lights flickering on and off disconcertingly. You turned on your heel after abruptly meeting the wall at the end of the hallway when Billy slowed down to a walk towards you.

"Looks like I won." Billy moved in to you again. You leaned back against the wall and watched him. He was practically jumping out of his skin with need. Your breathing was embarrassingly heavy. You couldn't tell if it was from the chase or from Billy's presence.

"Looks like you did, Billy. Are you going to claim your prize?"

Your back pushed even further against the cold wall as Billy leaned in to kiss you. His tongue swirled around yours eagerly, his hands running the length of your thighs. The kiss made your head swirl with anticipation. It was just the right amount of rough and passionate. Your hips involuntarily pushed into his lower half. With no thought in your mind besides "I need you,", you fiddled around to pull his shorts down and pull out his cock. You used his precome to slick him up, your hand wrapping around his girth with a steady grip. Billy groaned into your mouth at you dragging up the length of him.

His hand was in your hair with a forceful grip. He unlatched himself from your kiss while you continued to stroke to check your expression. Your mouth had fallen open with a lopsided, love-drunk sort of smile. You liked the way he smiled back at you, then closed his eyes when you stroked faster. The way he turned you by your hair to face the wall made you lose your handle on his cock with the movement. Huffing breaths at not being able to feel his hardness any more were dashed by his hands pulling down the front of your dress. Billy began to massage your tits so tenderly it caused you to twitch in confusion. Your moan was loud and strangled at the feeling of him pinching your nipple. He rolled the bud between his thumb and index finger with no plans of stopping any time soon.

"You want me, baby?"

"Yeeesss," The word dragged out of you. Your inner thighs squeezed against themselves, your clit begging for attention. Billy's words shot through you like lightning. He was still teasing you, just like the nuisance he was.

"Again. You want me?" His teeth nipped against your ear. You swore you could feel him smiling. How was he still able to mess with you like that? Bastard!

"Yes, Billy, fuck!"

"You don't know how long I've waited to hear you say that."

With one fluid motion, your dress was pulled up around your waist and your panties had fallen to the floor. Your cheek was pressed up against the wall, the coolness of it sending little shivers across your bare chest. Billy didn't bother to be gentle when he entered you with a long stroke. His hand gripped even tighter into your hair as he began to thrust with dragged out, deliberate movements. He wanted you to feel every inch of him, to feel like you were on the verge of collapsing every time his tip hit your g-spot.

Billy liked the way your muscles fluttered around him, the way you begged and pleaded for you to fuck you harder. He pulled your head up just slightly from the wall while your eyes rolled back in your head. His free hand rested on your stomach to pull you closer to him. Your legs threatened to give out at the sensation of being so thoroughly filled up by him.

He laughed at the way you squirmed around him. It wasn't cruel or mean, just extremely happy. Finally he got to be inside you after weeks of back and forth flirting. You (poorly) acted like you weren't that into him, which didn't fool either of you. As much as you attempted to be professional during your interviews or tried not to indulge in his crass humor he got you to fall for his frat boy charm. It wasn't long before you started to bite your lip when he passed by and laughed at his silly jokes. Now here you were blindly clawing at his thighs for release, mumbling and whimpering his name in pleasure.

You were so close. You thought you would pass out when his fingers started to rub against your clit.

"Harder!" Your voice was breathy. It was so cute how insatiable you were for him. His hips snapped roughly into you, each movement becoming more and more uncertain. The breathing between the two of you and sounds of him moving inside you bounced against the wall. You really hoped no one could hear you. Billy hoped everyone could.

"Now you know… that I wasn't just… playing around." His lips were back at your ear. "When I said I'd fuck you… I meant it."

You nodded lazily at his words, not able to move your head much. They registered somewhere in your mind amongst the deepening feeling of him in you. The hold of his fingers at the base of your scalp was beginning to hurt in the best way. You were so hot around him it made his dick throb. With every plunge of himself amongst your walls, Billy felt you gush out under him. Your wetness covered your thighs causing them to shine under the dull lighting. Billy removed his hand from your stomach to reach down and wipe up some of it onto his fingers. He continued to hold on your hair to bend his knees, angling himself to fuck up into you. His index and middle finger spread apart to see the trails your arousal made between them.

The two fingers made their way to your lips. You opened your mouth immediately to suck on them with delight. When you hummed around them, Billy couldn't take any more.

His come shot inside you with rapid, hot spurts. A groan much louder than his earlier one hitched out of his lungs. You clenched down on him, your body begging him not to pull out. He eventually did… as slowly as he possibly could. When you turned around you were elated at seeing Billy's hands on his hips in an attempt to catch his breath. He was lit perfectly under the buzzing fluorescents. The way his chest moved and his skin reflected under the less than ideal lighting caused your eyes to blink slowly at him in awe.

He really was a work of art.

[garden-eel-draws]

Ok I just got my Concerta back finally and magically have The Power to Do Things (a little bit anyway) and noticed random stuff still open that I had responses to but never responded to and am going to try doing this and see how it goes because reblogging stuff again immediately to have a conversation in the tags feels kind of awkward and trying to have a conversation in the replies of a post with tens of thousands of notes is also awkward and hitting the message button also seems kind of awkward and so does this but slightly less so here we go (and maybe if this works I'll find some other stuff later now that I can finally be bothered to clean out my tabs).

Uh, also I apparently have the power to make very long run on sentences that explain myself in too much detail. Anyway...

The point was that all of those things are completely true for me too except for the jokes part. Knowing things is fun, so most things are fun to know, to me anyway, and those are both the kinds of random things I would find out about and then subject my mom to (or whoever else is around).

I constantly make jokes on purpose though. I kind of can't help it. It's just how I interact with the world and almost instinctual, but a lot of the time also in a silly autistic way, like I tend to recognize both the literal and intended meaning of what people say at the same time and then respond to whichever one is funnier to me. I have to consciously decide to stop doing stuff like that when it would be inappropriate

I wish I had your knack for jokes! Story Time: I remember when I was five, I had to practice and truly grind to understand the Interrupting Cow knock-knock joke that my classmates were telling each other. I loved that joke so much, and I wanted so badly to be able to tell it, but it took literal months for me to figure out that the joke A) had to include the cow, and didn't work with random fruits (I got it confused with the "orange you glad I'm not another banana" knock-knock joke) and B) had specific timing. So I was basically emulating an AI trying to make an original knock-knock joke until I FINALLY got it. My mom literally applauded and bought me my favorite candy in celebration, because I'd been working at it that hard!

As an adult, my main avenue of humor is deadpan observation and mildly absurd factual statements because that's naturally how I talk. Sometimes I can say something absurd, but accurate about a situation on purpose, even! Things like hyperbole, coming up with my own puns, and narrative joke structure are still beyond me, though lol. I think my style of humor (and general demeanor) are best encapsulated by Data from Star Trek.

[cross-armageddon]

So I consulted some of my friends who are the local pjo experts so I think I have a slightly better understanding of how things work

For Nene and her video games I have several ideas

1. If Sekai exists then Emu and Rui would build her a giant gaming room somewhere (fit with gaming consoles and all her favorite games) for her birthday

2. Rui would invent something idk what but he builds robots. Wait how would Robo Nene work if she's also a piece of technology? Or does it only apply to phones?

3. Rui would be the kind of person to discover by just downloading a VPN you could trick the monsters into thinking you're in the middle of the ocean or smth

I also found out that Annabeth actually owns a phone and uses it occasionally so maybe it doesn't apply in camp?

Akito - I finally have more ideas for him! two ideas 1. No drawbacks or 2. Like you suggested a personality swap where it's basically the opposite of Akito if he uses it too much for a few minutes. Imagine An and Kohane combined. I have no reason for this other then Akito would absolutely despise it. 1 makes 100x more sense but Akito hopping around saying wonderhoy is way funnier

Actually this sounds kinda like Kaminari

Huh

I thinking for Haruka maybe to inspire others? Like motivate large crowds of people. It would really help with her idol work and ig make sense during battle? Like a pep talk? Still working on it

For An Im thinking the ability to think really fast. Like it's only for a few seconds but she can make split second decisions really well. Maybe used during battle?

And for Sekai's I would personally add it. I feel like the VS at least sorta knows about the whole demigod thing (at least for the Sekai's that are formed by multiple people) like they would go up to Miku and tell her and she would be like "ohhh that explains the random training field here lol"

Oh yeah training areas in Sekai's except they're also themed. Like the wonderland Sekai has chocolate dummies and candy canes swords (I just want Emu to wield a giant candy cane).

For Sekai's made by one person I feel like the VS will have the slightest notion but still be surprised when they hear it from the others. And yes WXS knows about the training field in the world made by their friend who they think is not a demigod. No they have still not put two and two together

I also have 2 questions!

1. I think school runs in japan through summer so how do they go to camp? Do they just skip? Or maybe online classes

2. I remember you mentioned an OC in cohort 7 that didn't want to be claimed. Is there a reason why?

Anyways tysm for this au! Have a great day

The Nene thing and her birthday gamer room is so cute I love that

As for NeneRobo, I'm not sure how it worked with the electronics, but I feel like it was something related to the Internet. I do vividly remember a character mentioning a demigod being attacked by searching up a monster on Google for a school presentation. So I think it's something with the Internet. Whether or not NeneRobo is connected to the Internet or having any sort of cellular signal that could possibly attract monsters - I do not know.

Also VPN 😭😭😭

I feel like that's up to Rick Riordan himself to decide how VPNs work LMAO

As for the Annabeth phone - it's not like they CAN'T use phones, it's simply better they use them occassionally and in emergencies, since the signal makes them easier to track.

With the powers - I will still be considering them. I've been trying to use all my braindead walking around London as a leverage to think about their powers, but I only got Prima Vista blorbo thoughts to cope with the hell that this city is (hey at least I got these 4 covered...)

Training grounds in Sekais are definitely a really cute idea. I can imagine Empty Sekai having only shooting ranges, hidden somewhere, so the rest of them have to make do with whatever they find. Street Sekai could possibly have dummies dressed up in laser tag outfits or similar, think CGO armor.

I do have a strong need to make creepy stans dummies for the Stage Sekai, but is that too much LMAO

And uh, Leo/need

I-

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Anyways, Prima's Abandoned Castle Sekai would have a battlefield with barely functional dummies and stuff. Probably rusty weapons too. They're better off bringing their own.

1. There are two possible options methinks - Option A is that the gods moved from the US to Japan, since it's canon the gods move wherever they like at the moment the most. US was said to be an economical power or something and that's why they liked it so much. Option B is that there's some sort of reality distorting portal somewhere and satyrs/whoever is out on patrol guide lost halfbloods to the camps. Language barriers? Let's say they don't exist and they all speak Greek/Latin in camps or something. We can work around.

2. Hayato is a little weird, he's quirky like that. In Prima's stories, he actively hides who he is from the people in his daily life, making him live double. That's because he simply has issues with who he is and in this AU it's not that much different. He keeps doing thinks he thinks his godfather (he knows who he is due to his powers) would disapprove of, so he doesn't get claimed. He thinks it would cause a problem if people knew who he was, which probably would be a little confusing, but he's overexaggerating. The more he lies the more he digs himself in, so haha, that's fun.

I am coming back from my trip on a very early Monday, perhaps like 3am, so I may start making more AU content after I rest. The two first days really kicked my ass with all the walking, but now we've slowed down with the sightseeing, for various reasons. Definitely not the best vacations so far, but it's still a very nice break from my routine.

I hope my post brought you a smile too 🙏

[gamer-paramnesia]

i was gonna this in the tags but formatting is getting me in the ass so long post :P

PREFACING! people can do what they want and i am allowed to not like it! people are also allowed not to like what i like!!

however,, today i am a hater. so.

1 deeply dislike fitpac idk why I'm just not hugely into the ship sorry maybe bc it feels like now any mention of either character is only in shipping context. unfortunately did make me watch fits stream less. maybe I would've liked it more if the fandom didn't treat it the way it does shrug

1.5 the way some of yall treat ccs is insane.. esp like pac. he is a grown ass man yall.. i see a lot of 'omg hes sooo small 🥺 so baby so little here 🥺🥺🥺like be so fr. dont baby him!! hes a silly guy! HES LIKE 28 YEARS OLD!! this applies to other ccs too cough grian jimmy etc cough (the way yall treat pac vaguely reminds me of... no.. i shant say... gogy...(obvs one is good and the other one is ge*rge but. yeah))

2 crying begging throwing up people have body hair every time a character gets drawn without their facial/body hair an angel dies btw.. I see this so much with like joel smallishbeans n cellbit n jimmy solidarity n forever n phil n just so many other characters it drives me insane give that man his hair back!!!!!! also he is not a twink!!! do not draw him as such!!!!!!!! (also body hair on women but I think general fandom would die if I even suggest we draw a lil armpit hair on a woman…)

3 the way some of y'all see found family…… some of y'all only see nuclear families as the only style of family and it shows. a family isn't just oh this 'guy is my brother this is my wacky wine aunt haha!' a family is a bunch of people who find safety and home and love in each other, people who can kiss and people who can cuddle with and people who they can find solace in. it's not just 'so She's like my Mom and He's like my Dad and there's no other way.' it's kinda just.. an indescribable feeling of love between some people. yeah

4 mostly qsmp related here but my god put some melanin on those fellas when you draw them.. like. etoiles is not a white man. neither is forever. or pac, or bdubs, or ironmouse, or jaiden, the list goes on.. same with the eggs!! there's 14 eggs and how come u are drawing them all white 🤨 also this is just an artist ick in general but when you draw darker tones don't just. make them look like a white person with ashed out slightly-tinted-brown skin. please just go outside and look at some people I am begging you

5 at the end of the day.. this is minecraft youtuber/streamer roleplay we are talking about. it's never that serious,, there's no reason to absolutely hate a character or wish them ill will or any shit like that, esp if u see a design you don't really like or a hc you don't enjoy or think is stupid. it's ok to get invested, obviously, but like. take a step back sometimes. if you're just having a bad time then it's probably time you take a break <3

5.5 but also. if you hate a character so much that you legitimately wish ill will on the cc. then probably touch grass

6 if a character has a canon sexuality, please dont. ship them w the gender they explicitly do not like. this is about bagihalo btw,, she is lesbian, she canonically does not like men, be better. obvs you are free to do so but i will just quietly judge u as i block u thanks <3

7 one last thing i just thought of, also very qsmp-heavy. i love hybrid/creature characters, but some fellas are just funnier to remain human to me. morning crew comes to mind,, forever (although i do love werewolf hcs for him too). scar is so human to me,, just a dude, just a fella..

Okay I'm curious. Since the MCYT fan space has a tendency to unanimously agree on certain headcanons and make a lot of things widespread fanon, are there any popular headcanons, interpretations, or portrayals of characters that you really don't like? I genuinely wanna know. Any popular ships you dislike? Any creaturifications that you dislike? Or even just the way people talk about a character?

[pedgito]

Eddie with his cute and soft sadistic girlfriend. Just feels right.

author's note: okay, but why is this so fucking cute?? i always have different interpretations of the requests people send in, so i hope it's not too far off from what you were going for.

cw: 18+ (minors, shoo!), fem!reader, threats of violence (words/weapons), sub!eddie (if you squint really fucking hard), breath-play/hair pulling (small pain kink i guess?), aggressive but soft reader (i swear), and more smut, as per usual (heed the tags)

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It wasn’t something Eddie noticed at first, just how aggressively you came to his side whenever people were talking shit about him, spreading rumors, it seemed like normal behavior, until he realized there was a different tone to the way you talked to people. 

“It’s too bad stupidity isn’t painful.” You interject one day, attempting to knock Jason down a peg during one of his rants about how this town was turning to shit and it was all because of those damned ‘devil worshipers’—god forbid you wear black, or listen to heavy metal music, or even so much as stray from the normal, clean cut image of the other people in town, because if you did, you were doomed. 

“The fuck did you say, freak?” Jason seethes, eyes squinted. “You think you’re funny?”

“Mm, yeah—actually,” You cock your head ever so slightly, shoving a painted nail in his direction, “what’s even funnier is when I sneak into your room at night to watch you sleep—I bet no one knows about Mr. Fuzzy, right?”

Low blow, but the look on his face is worth it. You found out about his stuffed bear after Chrissy mentioned something to you when they first started dating—“Should I be weirder out that he sleeps in bed with it?” She’d asked, feeling guilty for thinking oddly of it. It wasn’t that big of deal—but he was beyond his normal level of assholery today, and you could give less of a fuck (plus, creeping Jason out was always the cherry on top of an argument with him). Chrissy never told him you were friends, afraid he might view her differently. It was fine, really—Chrissy was a sweet girl and you had formed an odd, but comforting friendship with her, even if no one knew about it. 

Jason grips the edge of the desk, his knuckles turning white. He wants to retaliate—physically, emotionally, his fuse was getting shorter and shorter, but so was yours. You shoot forward in an act of defiance, scaring him back into his seat.

“Pussy.” You mumble under your breath, sinking back into your own seat. 

⋆·˚ ༘ *

And then there was the time that Jason thought it would be hilarious to send one of his basketball minions to mess with Eddie, stealing his guitar pick necklace out of his van. He hardly ever took it off, but during a particularly wild sex morning between the both of you he’d set it on the dashboard—it was ridiculous, the length Jason was willing to go to make your life miserable, and in turn, Eddie’s.

You’d caught them after school the next day, huddled up for their evening practice, talking about some party—or girl, or whatever it was that they liked to brag out. 

“Hey!” You call out, fist connecting with Jason’s face. “Where the fuck is it?”

Eddie was hot on your tail, attempting to pull your arms back. But, you forced yourself out of his grip, as difficult as it may have been. Eddie was more scared of you hurting someone, than hurting yourself—but part of him couldn’t find the need to stop you now. So, when you wriggle out of his grasp, he doesn’t try to hold you back again.

“What are you talking about?” Jason retorted, trying to sound nonchalant about it. He looked meek, terrified even. “Get the fuck out of here.”

You couldn’t help but see red, grabbing onto the lapels of his letterman jacket and forcing him against the wall, even Jason was surprised by the upperhand you had. “The necklace, where is it?” Your grip tightened, squeezing around his throat slightly. 

He coughed, hands coming up to grasp at your wrist, forcing you away from him. “What fucking necklace?” He asked, dumbfounded. 

“Fuck this,” You grumbled, pulling out the pocketknife tucked into Eddie’s pants, shoving it at Jason, who immediately retreats away from you, back against the wall, “Tell me or you’re going to have one very serious problem to deal with.”

You weren’t actually going to use it, not really. You knew that Jason was easily subdued when he realized he couldn’t outwit or overpower you—he was scared. You fell into the image of the psychopath he viewed you as, it’s exactly what you needed to have him cowering in fear, embarrassing himself in front of his entire team. 

“It’s in the trash—the trash out by the front entrance of the school.” He blurts out. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Him. He was the problem. 

You took the basketball from Patrick’s hand, slicing into it with the small, sharp blade of the knife before handing it back over, staring directly at Jason.

“If I see or hear one more joke about Eddie come out of your mouth, it’ll be the last thing you say.”

⋆·˚ ༘ *

“You know you don’t have to act like that.” Eddie tells you, curled up against you on the sheets of his bed. “I can handle it.”

“But you don’t, you just let them say all of this shit, even when it’s not true.” You couldn’t understand why it didn’t upset him, not with how strongly it upset you. But, you cared about Eddie, that’s where your weakness lies. “It’s not fair.”

“I stopped caring a long time ago.” His face is blank, staring up at his ceiling. “That shit doesn’t even faze me anymore—it used to, but you just have to embrace that shit, you know.”

“Yeah, I think I might’ve scared Jason into pissing his pants.” Eddie laughed, hand absently stroking your thigh from where it was resting on top of his lap. “Ever since I turned him down freshman year, it’s like he can’t stand the fact that I chose you and not him.”

“Well, good thing you chose me.” Eddie smiles fondly, maneuvering you until you’re resting over him, arms folded over his chest, chin resting against your hands as you stared down at him. “I really don’t think he could handle you.”

“And you can?” Eyebrow raised slightly in amusement, watching Eddie’s expression change. You knew that look. “Prove it.”

⋆·˚ ༘ *

“So fuckin’ tight,” Eddie groans out, fingers in a vice grip around the curves of your waist, watching the way his dick disappeared inside of you, again and again, as you moved frantically above him. “Fuck, sweetheart.”

“Not your sweetheart, Eddie.” You gasped out, the palm of his hand coming down on your ass in a rough slap, bound to leave a mark. His shirt is bunched high up his chest, both of you too impatient to bother taking it off. You twist your fingers in the fabric, using it to rock yourself down onto him, Eddie just as eager as he lifted himself up, hitting something deep inside that had you pulling tighter, moaning out his name, the crisp air doing nothing to cool your feverish body.

“Come on, baby.” Eddie begs, fingers tracing lines up your body, over the sensitive skin of your stomach; a slow, tantalizing trace around your nipple, and then the other, until his fingers were a few inches from the nape of your neck, winding it your hair and pulling it taut. “What’s wrong with sweetheart?”

You would never get over that. 

You laugh softly, feeling the tinge of pain as your neck strained back. Eddie was observing you, still while somehow encompassing the softness he always held with you. 

“You better watch that mouth,” It’s a playful warning; but a warning, nonetheless. Eddie liked to fight back, he always did. 

“Or what?” His free hand came up to run along the slope of your lips, finger dragging down your bottom lip teasingly, until Eddie was forcing his pointer finger inside the wet heat of your mouth, waiting a few seconds before adding another. “Can’t shut me up, not when you’re bouncing on my, fuck—my dick, like this.”

He’s close, his voice tightening, thighs flexing underneath you. You’d spent enough time learning the signs, learning his body. He groaned at the faint squeeze of your walls against his dick, a careful warning that if he kept it up, this would all be over sooner than you both wanted it to be. 

Your hand follows the lines of his chest, up along his neck, moving the thin material of his shirt out of the way and wrapping your delicate fingers around his throat. It was a light touch, barely any pressure at all. Eddie closes his eyes, nodding slightly. He wanted it.

“Let’s test that,” Your voice is dripping with sweetness, but laced with a faint trace of warning, “ready?”

He nods again, hand still in a vice grip, wrapped up in your hair. He’s staring at your breasts, shamelessly, but you needed his attention. You two always had boundaries, despite how far you would take it—you both always had an out, never push the other too far. It was a sacred rule that you both promised to abide by. “Need to hear you, babe—say it.”

“Yes, fuck—yeah, I’m ready.” 

You apply pressure, the lightest, tiniest bit—feeling the pace of Eddie’s thrust slow, losing himself in the feel of your hand around his throat, his dick buried inside of you—so fucking deep, you thought. It was the only thing dragging your focus away from him, the feeling of being full. 

He breathes out, lips curving up into a smirk—he enjoyed it way too much. “More,” His hand grips your hair tighter, the other squeezing your ass as he lifts you up and slams you back down, “I can take it.”

More pressure, his hips faltering in their pace—“I didn’t tell you to stop fucking me,” His eyes slowly connect with yours, “More?”

Eddie nods, whimpering out a soft—“Yeah.”, as his nails dug into your skin, leaving faint crescent shaped marks. Your fingers tighten a fraction—but Eddie can’t make it, the feeling of you around him, all over him—“I’m close, babe.”

You nod, quickly removing your hand from his throat, allowing him to flip you both over. Eddie rearranged your legs easily, knees forced to your chest as he fucks up into you, leaving you to do nothing but take it—crying out from every inch of you being consumed, desperately grasping onto Eddie’s arm.

His hand sneaks between your legs, helping you fall apart beneath him, knowing exactly what you needed. “Good girl.” He murmurs, mouthing along the line of your collarbone, “So cute when you come like that—fuck, love those little sounds you make.”

If there was anyone to soften your hard exterior, it was Eddie. It was always Eddie. It doesn’t take much longer for him to come undone either, groans muffled into your skin, hands gripping onto your for dear life, afraid if he let go he might not make it back.

When he finally recovers, he has the nerve to look amused, a smile creeping onto his face, “Good girl,” His hand brushes a few stray hairs out of your face, “that one’s okay?” You nod, bottom lip pulled between your teeth. “Got it, no more sweetheart.”

“I’m not sweet, Eddie.” It was a fair statement, the description didn’t fit. “I never have been.”

Eddie laughs softly, hand curling around the back of your neck to tilt your lips up to meet his own, tongue swirling into your mouth, pulling a soft squeal out of you when his hand dives lower, squeezing at your ass. 

“And I don’t want you to be.” Eddie never tried to change you or force you to act a certain way. He wanted you for what you were and how strongly you protected the people you care about. Eddie was the only one who’s ever cracked the surface, he knew all of you. The soft center, the hard edges—it didn’t matter to him. “I love you, baby.”

Your face softened, finger coming up to trace the outline of his nose. “I love you too.”

[shittyeridandaily]

ok ok

take on aradia and eridan together?

admit it, they're adorable

when someone says araeri this is what im thinking of 95% of the time

its just Sollux Gets Cucked and i love it

But about my more coherent thoughts,

At first Eridan only red flirted with her to get on Sollux’s nerves, but over time Aradia’s genuine giddiness and overall giggly and slightly off-putting responses would get to him and the flirting would become less of a 'fuck you sol' thing and more of genuinely testing the waters.

Aradia would remind him a lot of Feferi, but 'lowwer maintenance' as he’d put it due to her being a burgundy blood and 'easier to impress' which is only like half true. Aradia is moreso entertained by the audacity (and hilarity) of this man than impressed but Eridan can’t really tell the difference.

Aradia would find him oddly charming in the 'hes a loser and its funny that he thinks hes not' kind of way, she knows she’s way to much for him to handle but that’s what makes it fun.

I’d imagine them getting together wasn’t taken serious by either party until like two weeks in when the realization hit that 'yes we are dating' and that’s when things really get cute.

Eridan treats her like he would’ve wanted to with Feferi, and Aradia treats him as if he was a 'funnier sollux'. The relationship between these two would be batshit insane half the time ngl. Not in like a bad way, but more like a 'how the fuck are they even functional its impressive' kind of way.

BUT the story is entirely different if it’s Ghost Aradia. If it’s Ghost Aradia I’m 100% onboard I love Ghost Aradia and I think she’d possibly mesh well with Eridan.

I think it’s cute, I’m warming up to it.

I would rather ship erisol and arafef BUT if solfef was the main ship and i couldn’t change it i can definitely see me shipping araeri out of spite. The best kind of shipping honestly.

Gimme like 2 days on the Aradia/Eridan Ao3 tag and I’ll probably start shipping it, I guarantee you that.