#THIS WAS SUCH FUN TO MAKE LMAO I LOVE THIS

[bimbosicko]

GET HIM BACK !

when sam accidentally sees dean in bed with two girls, you decide to give him the idea of getting revenge and get him back ۶ৎ

pairings ! sam winchester x fem! reader

warnings ! english isn't my first language, creampie! wrap it before you tap it guys, season three sam winchester, sam is an awkward dork, reader is a BIGGER awkward dork, it starts as a joke and ends with sex... lmao. this is fluff!! with sex!! porn with 2k of plot 😭, let's have a shot whenever i mention cheeks or the word fuck and let's get BUSTED.

author's note ! he's so cute i love him sm (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠) remember!! my asks are open and everything you need to know ab myself is in the pinned post in my blog, ily<33

word count ! 5,1 k of words wtf is wrong with me!!

"I am traumatized."

You couldn't help but roll your eyes, a chuckle escaping your lips before you could stop it. "Sam, you're not traumatized..." you said, your voice tinged with amusement, the edges of a smile playing on your lips.

"I've seen Kama Sutra positions that were easier than whatever was going on in that room," he added, your laughter echoed in the room, and for a moment, you felt the familiar ease you always had with Sam.

"God, you're hilarious," you said, shaking your head. "Don't ever change."

"I think that experience changed me," he muttered, sounding truly displeased.

"Come on," you shrugged. "He deserves to have a little fun every now and then. I mean... he doesn't have much time left." The lightness in your voice faltered as the words left your mouth, and you regretted them the moment you saw the way Sam's face darkened.

"Hey," he said sharply, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath hitch. "Don't say that. We'll find a way."

You nodded, though the uncertainty in your expression must have betrayed you. "If you say so, Sammy..." The nickname slipped off your tongue as naturally as breathing, like it belonged there. At this point, the bond between you two felt as unshakable as the tides meeting the shore. He noticed, of course, and for a split second, something flickered in his eyes—something you couldn’t quite place but felt deep in your chest.

Sam rolled his eyes then, trying to shake off the weight of the moment. "You’re lucky you were asleep during all that. If not, I would’ve sent you to the room," he grumbled with a mock huff.

Your nose wrinkled at his suggestion, heat rising to your cheeks. "Well..." you trailed off, looking anywhere but at him.

His brows furrowed, his curiosity piqued. "What do you mean by well?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.

You covered your face with both hands, already regretting opening your mouth. "I didn’t want to see that!" you squeaked, your voice muffled by your palms. Your cheeks burned, and you felt the weight of his gaze on you.

Sam leaned closer, the proximity making your pulse race. "Wait, wait, wait..." he said, his tone lighter now but with a hint of teasing curiosity. "Are you saying you pretended to be asleep?"

Your eyes widened as you peeked through your fingers, only to find his smirk growing. "Sam!" you whined, your embarrassment mounting.

He tilted his head, grinning now, a mischievous glint in his eyes that made your stomach flip. "So, you did. Wow, I thought you were fearless, but apparently, even you have limits."

"Oh, shut up," you muttered, crossing your arms defensively. But the way he laughed—a deep, genuine laugh—made your heart skip. You tried not to smile, but the corners of your lips betrayed you.

For a moment, the air between you two shifted. The teasing banter faded into a comfortable silence, but the unspoken tension lingered, thick and electric. His gaze softened, lingering on you just a second too long, and you felt the world narrow to just the two of you. It wasn’t the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last.

"You're something else, you know that?" he said quietly, his voice laced with something you couldn’t quite name.

You cleared your throat, trying to break the fairytale-like spell that seemed to envelop the two of you. Sam was so close that you could feel his warmth, and staying indifferent to it felt like an almost impossible task.

"So... when is Dean coming back from the hospital?" you whispered, locking your gaze on Sam’s eyes.

"In an hour, I think." His voice was calm, but there was something in his tone that echoed in the silence that followed.

You nodded but said nothing more. A heavy silence settled between you, not exactly uncomfortable, but not easy to ignore either. The tension was palpable, as if every breath you took fed a fire that neither of you dared acknowledge.

"You should get back at Dean," you blurted out suddenly, trying to dispel the pressure that seemed to hang in the air. You pretended to be distracted, playing with your nails, but you were fully aware of Sam's every move from the corner of your eye.

"What?" His eyebrow arched, but there was something more behind his reaction, something you couldn’t quite decipher.

"You know... like, uh, Dean catching you doing that. It’d be funny," you murmured, feeling your shoulders tense as the words left your mouth.

"Do you think so?" he asked. His voice was calm, but there was something in it—something that made your heartbeat feel stronger, louder. "I wouldn’t want to involve some random girl in something like that..."

"Oh, right, totally. It could traumatize her," you replied with obvious irony, trying to mask your own discomfort. Your cheeks were burning, but you couldn’t stop yourself. "We could… do it. You and I… you know?"

The pause that followed was so thick that, for a second, you thought you’d said something completely out of line. Sam made a sound, like he had just let all the air leave his lungs at once.

"Us?" His voice sounded incredulous, but there was something deeper in it, something mingling with the surprise.

You coughed lightly, trying not to appear as affected as you felt. "Yeah, sure. We could pretend to do it, just to mess with him," you added quickly, your voice breaking slightly at the end.

"Oh," Sam said, and for a moment, you couldn’t tell what that "oh" meant. Was he surprised? Disappointed? But then he spoke again, and there was something different in his tone, something you hadn’t heard before. "Oh, right, I mean…"

He trailed off, and you glanced up, only to find him looking at you with a mix of uncertainty and something you couldn’t quite name. His gaze dropped to your lips for just a second—so quick it was almost imperceptible—but it was enough to make your breath hitch.

"Do you want to? Really?" he asked finally, his voice lower, almost a whisper.

"Pretend," you corrected, though the tremor in your voice betrayed you. "Just to mess with Dean, nothing more."

"Right," he murmured, though there was something in his tone that didn’t quite match the lightness of the situation. A small smile tugged at his lips, but his eyes stayed fixed on yours, studying you like he was searching for something more in your proposal.

The silence returned, but this time it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was charged, as if the unsaid words between you filled the space with more intensity than any conversation ever could.

"It could be fun," he said finally, his voice rough, and there was something in his expression that made you wonder if he was really talking about the prank—or about something else entirely.

You laughed, though the sound came out more nervous than you intended. You were trying to hide how tense you were, but the knot in your stomach was impossible to ignore.

“Yeah, sure…” you muttered more to yourself, your voice barely audible. Sam’s gaze lingered on you, scanning your figure from head to toe, and that simple gesture made your legs feel like jelly.

“It has to look realistic,” he said suddenly, his tone slightly firmer, though his eyes held a mix of shyness and something deeper you couldn’t quite name.

“Oh God—right,” you responded almost without thinking, your words rushed as you fought to keep your composure. Your hands moved to the buttons of your shirt, and though your cheeks were burning, you began unbuttoning it slowly. “Uh… like this?”

Sam averted his eyes for a moment, clearing his throat softly, as if that could somehow break the growing tension in the air. But when he looked back at you, his face was as red as yours.

“Uh—yeah, I guess… looks realistic to me,” he said finally, his voice lower, almost as if he were talking to himself. His gaze lingered briefly on your collarbones, dipping for a split second before meeting your eyes again.

Your voice wavered, though you tried to inject it with a touch of false confidence to mask the storm swirling inside you. “It’s not fair that I’m the only one without a shirt,” you said, feigning a casual tone as you rolled your eyes.

For a moment, you thought Sam hadn’t heard you, but then you saw him swallow hard, clearly affected. “Right—you’re right,” he muttered, his voice a little deeper than usual as he reached for the hem of his shirt.

Time seemed to slow as he pulled it off, revealing the tanned skin of his torso. You didn’t want to look, but it was impossible not to. The definition of his shoulders, the movement of his muscles… it all felt like too much to handle.

Damn.

He held the shirt in his hands for a moment, as if unsure what to do with it, before letting it fall to the floor. “Is this more fair?” he asked, with a small smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, as though he too was trying to ease the tension between you.

“I guess…” you murmured, though your voice barely came out. Your eyes met his, and the silence that followed was deafening. You could hear the sound of his breathing, slow and heavy, mixing with yours, and the space between you seemed to shrink with every passing second.

“This is weird, isn’t it?” he said finally, his tone attempting to be light, but the nervousness was unmistakable.

“You said it,” you replied, crossing your arms over your chest, though you weren’t sure if you were trying to shield yourself from him or from the way he made you feel.

He took a step toward you, not too close, but enough that you could feel his presence even stronger. “We can stop if you want,” he said softly, his eyes searching yours with an intensity that left you breathless.

“No,” you said quickly—too quickly. You wanted to take it back, to say something else, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, you tried to smile, though it barely counted as one. “I want to keep going.” Your tone sounded far more serious for something that was supposed to be just a joke. Sam seemed to notice, his eyes glinting under the motel’s dim yellow light.

The space between you remained charged, as if both of you were waiting for something neither dared to say out loud.

“God, this feels like the start of a bad porn,” you said abruptly, making Sam laugh.

He nodded, biting his lip as if to hold back a smile. Then, slowly, he stepped closer, moving cautiously, as though afraid you’d bolt at any moment. The way his figure loomed over you was almost intimidating, but in the part of you that wasn’t scared, it made you feel warm.

“Let’s get to the bed, yeah?” he murmured, his voice low and syrupy.

“Bed?” you repeated, your voice trembling slightly.

“It has to be realistic.”

Realistic, of course. How could you forget?

“Yeah sure, let's go to bed.”

Sam lifted you with ease, as if you weighed far less than you actually did, yet he dropped you onto the bed with just a bit more force than necessary, making you let out a startled yelp.

“Ouch! That hurt,” you said through laughter, trying to sound offended, though the tone of your voice betrayed you.

Sam leaned over you, his arms on either side of your face, creating a bubble that seemed to isolate you both from the rest of the world.

“Sorry—” he murmured, though there was a smile tugging at his lips that he couldn’t quite hide.

You shook your head quickly, fighting to keep a straight face. “It’s not funny! Don’t laugh,” you scolded him, but the sparkle in your eyes and the smile curling your lips completely undermined your words. You could feel the warmth of his arms so close to you, and the air between you seemed heavier, thicker.

Your laughter began to fade, giving way to a silence that wasn’t awkward but felt almost… comforting. You sighed, trying to catch your breath, but that was the moment you realized just how close his face was to yours. So close that you could feel the faint brush of his breath against your skin.

“Sammy…” you murmured, his name escaping your lips almost like a whisper. Your voice sounded breathless, as though the air itself was refusing to fill your lungs.

His eyes locked onto yours, dark and full of an intensity that rooted you in place beneath his gaze. “I really want to kiss you right now,” he said, his voice low and rough, sending your heartbeat into an uncontrollable rhythm.

Your eyes widened in surprise, but you didn’t say a word. Instead, your hand moved hesitantly, brushing against the warm skin of his neck before resting at the back, applying just enough pressure to pull him even closer. Your breaths were shallow, your lips slightly parted. With a small nod, you finally whispered:

“It’s okay… I want to kiss you too.”

The words were like a spark igniting a flame, and before you could say anything else, his lips crashed into yours. The kiss wasn’t gentle or hesitant; it was fierce, as though all the tension that had built up between you had finally found its release.

The force of his kiss made your head sink into the pillow, and your hands instinctively moved to grip his shoulders, searching for something solid to hold onto as the intensity of the moment threatened to overwhelm you. You could feel the weight of him, his warmth, and suddenly it was like the entire world had faded away, leaving only Sam, the pounding of your heart, and the sensation of his lips against yours.

The kiss deepened, his hands framing your face as though afraid you’d disappear if he didn’t keep you close. The heat between you was almost unbearable, and though you couldn’t see your own face, you were certain your cheeks were as red as his.

When he finally pulled back, both of you were breathing heavily, your faces still so close that there was barely any space between you. Sam didn’t speak at first, just gazed at you with an intensity that made it hard to breathe, his eyes searching yours as if he needed confirmation that this was real.

You were the first to break the silence, though your voice came out shaky. “That… that was…”

“Incredible,” he finished for you, a small smile playing on his lips—both confident and a little uncertain at the same time. “But, uh… I don’t think Dean’s gonna buy this as just a joke.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his comment, your laughter filling the room as Sam watched you with that soft expression that made your chest tighten all over again.

“Maybe it wasn’t just to mess with Dean,” you murmured, your voice quiet but firm, your eyes never leaving his.

His eyes narrowed slightly, a small smirk forming as he leaned his forehead against yours. “Maybe not,” he replied, his voice low and warm, before leaning in again, this time kissing you with a tenderness that completely unraveled you.

Your body moved before your mind, climbing into Sam's lap like your life depended on it.

He hummed softly, “You're sure you want to do this?”

Your eyes rolled as if the question had been out of place, but your expression broke with a tender smile.

“I am, Sammy, more than anything.”

He nodded softly, pulling you closer to his body and leaving wet kisses on your neck, giving a small bite that made you let out a muffled moan.

Their bodies were so close that there wasn’t even room for oxygen to pass between them. The way Sam moved was rough, deliberate, like a man with a singular goal in mind, his movements precise and calculated.

“Let me help you with this, yeah?” he murmured, his voice low and laced with something that sent shivers down your spine. His hands moved toward your jeans, his fingers brushing against your skin in a way that felt both electrifying and agonizingly slow.

His touch was so careful as he unbuttoned your jeans, like he was handling something sacred. It was a contradiction to the intensity in his gaze—a gaze so sharp it pinned you in place, leaving you no room to breathe, no room to think.

You knew those eyes. They were the same eyes he used when he was tracking a monster, honing in on his prey with unwavering focus. Without realizing it, you had become his target—a prey about to be devoured.

As he slid your jeans down, his movements were slow, deliberate, almost torturous. His lips followed the path his hands carved, planting soft, burning kisses along every inch of newly exposed skin. Each kiss was a promise, a tease, leading down to what felt like the edge of the world.

Your breathing was uneven, shallow, almost panicked, but not from fear—no, this was something else entirely. Your chest rose and fell erratically, anticipation building with every inch his lips traveled.

“I really want to take my time with you,” he said, his words breaking the silence. Each syllable was punctuated by a kiss against your skin, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. “But—” he kissed you again, his lips lingering. “I don’t know if I can hold back.” Another kiss, softer, yet it somehow left you trembling.

Oh, fuck.

A quiet whimper escaped your lips, betraying just how undone you were. Your hands gripped the sheets beneath you as you tilted your head back, giving him more access to the curve of your waist, the line of your hip, anywhere he wanted to be.

“It’s fine,” you managed to say, though your voice came out in a shaky whisper. “You can… God, you can do whatever you want to me.”

He froze for a second, his lips hovering just above your skin. “Are you sure?” His voice was quieter now, like he needed to hear you say it, really say it.

You let out an exasperated breath, barely managing to lift your head to glare at him, though the fire in your gaze was softened by the flush on your cheeks. “If you keep asking stupid questions, I swear I’ll punch you. Right in that ridiculously handsome face of yours.”

A laugh bubbled out of him, deep and genuine, the sound vibrating against your skin. His lips curled into a smirk as he leaned closer, his breath warm against your stomach. “Got it,” he said simply, his voice tinged with amusement.

And then his lips returned to your skin, softer now but no less deliberate. His hands slid up your thighs, his fingers tracing patterns that made your entire body hum. The tension in the room was thick, almost unbearable, as if the air itself had been charged with electricity.

You felt like you were on the edge of a cliff, your heart pounding, your breaths coming in short gasps, but the way Sam looked at you—like you were the only thing that mattered, like he couldn’t believe you were real—made you feel safe, even as you were unraveling beneath him.

The space between you seemed to shrink even further, his weight pressing into you just enough to ground you in the moment. And though the anticipation was overwhelming, there was a strange calm in knowing that whatever came next, it would be with him.

His long fingers moved the fabric of your panties to the side;

“Look at her…” he murmured, totally infatuated with the way your wet and gaping pussy called for him.

“Did you just—?” you started protesting. But you were quickly silenced when Sam inserted a finger inside you.

“God, she's sucking me so good” you whined. “She's a really good girl, just like you. Think I can put one more?” he asked you, without breaking eye contact.

“I dunno– yes?”

“Mhm.” he mumbled, “That's not an answer you know?” His voice was laced with a playful tone that made you a little angry, how was it possible that you were with your legs open and so needy and he was taking all the time in the world, it drove you crazy in the best way possible.

“Come on, Sammy.” you whined softly, starting to get desperate.

“I need to get you nice and wet baby, I'm sorry.”

“No, you're not.”

“No, I'm not.” he nodded, agreeing with you. The way he's spreading your wet pussy with his fingers, moving them back and forth, opening you up for him, is making you go crazy. If this was the foreplay, you couldn't even imagine the real play.

The weight on your chest never went away, and it only deepened when you felt Sam's hot tongue licking a line up and down your core.

“Oh– fuckin’” you moaned, covering your mouth with your knuckles, biting down on them.

Sam hummed, pleased with your reactions. His tongue went deeper, exploring your soft walls, your taste was making him see stars. He could live his whole life with his tongue deep inside you and die happily ever after. You were so sweet, fuck demon blood and fuck alcohol. Your fluids were his new drug.

You pushed your hips deeper into his mouth, moaning like you were on heat.

“Fuck, just like that Sammy– There! Fucking there!” His other hand gripped your hips and held you taut to his face as he ate you brutally, his lips working like a man who has been starving for months and finally tasted something worth dying for. As he extended his mouth wide to trace his tongue from your hole up to the soft bundle of pleasure, he dragged your clit into his mouth, scraped it with his teeth, and then released it with a light slapping sound.

“God, Sammy, please. I'm so close.” You left out a cry, arching your back into the pleasure as he continued his current rhythm, pulling wave after wave of pleasure from your hot, flushed body. Your hands moved to his hair, fisting it and raising his body until you were face to face.

Your fingers traveled to his pants, where you began to lower his zipper and slowly his underwear.

“I wanna ride you, can I?” you asked, sincerely. Waiting for an honest response as if you had asked something totally normal and not the most perverted words Sam ever heard you utter.

He groaned, as an answer.

“Of course you can, God.”

With a shaky hand, you line him at your entrance and reach down to gently grab him. He puts his hand on the small of your back and rubs calming circles there to reassure you.

“You got this. Slow.” You nodded, following his instructions, sinking an inch or two onto him while your brow furrows in concentration.

As you take more of Sam, his breathing turns ragged, hitching in his throat like he’s barely holding himself together. You push yourself further, testing your limits, and in one reckless move, you take the rest of him all at once. His reaction is immediate—a sharp, breathy squeak escapes his lips, completely unbidden. His fingers dig into your hips, grounding himself, his nails almost biting into your skin as if trying to steady the rush of sensation overtaking him.

“I said slow…” His voice is strained, low, barely a whisper, but the way he looks at you with that indignant, wide-eyed expression—one you know all too well—only makes you want to push him further, to see just how much more he can take.

“‘ed help,” you whimper in a low, broken voice, the sound more desperate than you intended.

His brows furrow as he stares at you, his lips parting slightly. “What?” he breathes, his voice teetering on the edge of control.

“I need help, Sammy.”

Those words seem to shatter something in him. The way he looks at you, it’s almost reverent, like you’re something divine in his lap. His hands tighten on your thighs, his grip so firm you’re sure there will be bruises tomorrow—not that you mind. It feels like a mark, a claim, like he’s trying to ground himself in the reality of you.

He nods, not trusting himself to speak, and starts moving you. At first, his motions are precise, almost mechanical, lifting you up and down in a steady rhythm. But the control doesn’t last long. Within moments, his restraint begins to crack, his hands gripping harder, his breaths coming faster. His movements become rougher, more desperate, like he’s chasing something he can’t quite reach.

Before you can even process what’s happening, his arms wrap around your back in one swift, possessive motion, and you find yourself beneath him. His weight presses into you, the warmth of his body enveloping yours. His hips move without rhythm now, erratic, frantic, driven entirely by need. Every thrust feels like it’s meant to claim, to mark, to leave no part of you untouched.

The sounds spilling from him are pure desperation—low, guttural moans mixed with soft curses under his breath. You can feel how much he’s holding back, how he’s trying so hard not to lose himself entirely, but his resolve is slipping with every passing second, mentalizing all the laws of the penal code that he remembered to get a grip of himself.

“Sammy—” your voice trembles, breaking as the tension in your body coils tighter.

“I’m about to—”

He nods quickly, his forehead resting against yours, his breath hot against your lips. “Me too,” he manages to say between ragged gasps, his words broken, his voice a strained whisper. “Where do you…?”

Each syllable is punctuated by a thrust, his control unraveling with every word.

“Inside,” you moan, your voice barely audible over the sound of skin meeting skin. “I want it inside.”

The words hit him like a freight train. His movements falter for a fraction of a second, his entire body tensing as if the weight of your request has shattered the last bit of restraint he was clinging to.

“Oh, fuck,” he mutters, his voice a low growl, his control slipping completely.

His hips snap forward one last time, and he’s gone. He buries himself as deeply as he can, his entire body trembling as he lets go, his moans mixing with yours.

For a moment, neither of you moves. The room is filled with the sound of heavy breathing, the air between you thick with the remnants of everything that just happened. Sam’s forehead stays pressed against yours, his lips brushing against your skin as he tries to catch his breath.

You can feel his heart pounding against your chest, his body still trembling slightly as he holds you close, as if letting go would mean losing the connection you just shared. He doesn’t say anything right away—neither of you do. There’s no need for words in this moment, no need to break the fragile, intimate silence that has settled over you both.

But when he finally speaks, his voice is soft, almost hesitant. “Are you okay?”

You smile, your fingers tracing lazy patterns along his back. “Yeah,” you whisper, and it’s the truth.

Sam exhales, a sound somewhere between relief and disbelief, and leans down to press a tender kiss to your lips.

The sweet moment is abruptly shattered by the unmistakable jingle of keys at the door. Your eyes widen in panic, and your hand instinctively flies up to cover your mouth, muffling a surprised gasp.

“Sammy—” you squeaked, your voice trembling with worry as the reality of the situation crashed down on you.

Sam’s response was to nod—calmly, almost too calmly. His body froze like a statue, as if you both were suddenly prey caught in the crosshairs of a wild, feral T-Rex. His eyes darted to the door, his lips pressed into a tight line, and you swore he even stopped breathing.

The doorknob turned with a slow, deliberate click, and the sound felt louder than it had any right to be in the otherwise silent room.

The door swung open.

“Hey, guess what? Your theory was actually—”

Dean stopped mid-sentence, his words halting like the Impala's doors slamming shut. He stood there in the doorway, blinking at the scene in front of him like his brain was buffering the information. His eyes flicked from Sam to you and then back again, taking in your flushed faces, disheveled hair, and the unmistakable tension lingering in the air.

“Oh, god dammit,” he muttered, dragging a hand down his face. Then, louder: “Fucking finally.”

You froze, your face heating to what had to be an inhuman degree, while Sam just groaned loudly, dropping his forehead onto your shoulder like he wanted the ground to open up and swallow him whole.

“Dean,” Sam started, his voice strained and muffled against your skin, “this… isn’t—”

Dean raised a hand to cut him off, a mix of exasperation and amusement written all over his face. “Don’t. Don’t even try, Sammy. I don’t need the details. I don’t want the details. Hell, I’m already regretting walking in here.”

You opened your mouth to say something, anything to salvage whatever scraps of dignity you had left, but all that came out was a small, embarrassed squeak.

Dean pointed at both of you, squinting like he was trying to physically burn the image of you two into his memory out of sheer spite. “You know what? I should’ve known. I’ve been calling this for years. YEARS, Sam.”

Sam finally lifted his head, glaring at his brother. “You haven’t been calling anything.”

Dean smirked, leaning casually against the doorframe. “Oh, really? So me betting Jo twenty bucks that you two would eventually ‘work out all that unresolved tension’ doesn’t count?”

“Dean!” Sam barked, his ears turning bright red as he scrambled to sit up straighter.

“Twenty bucks,” Dean repeated with a laugh, clearly enjoying himself. “And let me tell you, that girl is gonna be real smug about being right.”

You groaned, covering your face with both hands. “Oh my God, just kill me now.”

Dean’s grin widened. “Nah, don’t worry. You two lovebirds keep doing… whatever this is. I’ll just… go burn my eyes out now.” He turned to leave but paused, glancing back over his shoulder. “Oh, and Sam?”

“What?” Sam snapped, clearly at the end of his patience.

Dean winked. “You owe me clean sheets.”

The door closed behind him, and you stared at it in silence, your brain desperately trying to reboot. After a moment, you turned to Sam, your voice flat. “Clean sheets?”

Sam sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m never hearing the end of this, am I?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, even through your embarrassment. “Nope. Welcome to the rest of your life, Sammy.”

[ripecorpsejuice]

made my own fakemon inspired by that one audio, taking name suggestions :’)

[antisocialxconstruct]

sorry for kinda mid photos but my godddd I'm obsessed with these! I love the Antu "cute beast" bodies but really wasn't thrilled by any of the blind box designs (except the hidden one. lmao) so I had to grab these when they were announced but I was NOT ready for just how gorgeous and detailed they are 😨 Easily an incredibly close runner up to the mianmian dogs for my favorites out of my collection so far

[biblically-accurate-dca]

assorted dca wips i probably won't ever touch again (sorted from newest to oldest!)

very rambly explainations for each image under the cut ^_^

1.) aug 28th, 2024 -- i started this around the time where i'd just gotten into something else and basically just detached myself from the dca... and therefore all my art with them got way more experimental and personal to me and my tastes bc i'd just stopped caring about them LOL

i do wish i'd finished this one though because i love how the body looks! i don't remember ever starting this with much of a plan though and i very visibly got bored once i drew all the fun parts (i hate drawing their legs)

2.) oct 1st, 2024 -- this could technically be considered vent artwork? i wanted to make something purposefully grotesque and unnerving because i was just really angry at the fandom all the time... and it doesnt help that whenever i get into something new i go through a weird breakup phase with my old interest (which might not make sense to some people lol) which causes some weird feelings.

a less angsty thing i can mention is that i was also very purposefully trying to be more relaxed about the way i paint things here! i usually strictly adhere to a set palette i make for myself, so this drawing was me pushing myself out of that comfort zone and forcing myself to freestyle the colors a bit... the result didnt really end up how i wanted it to be though (^^;; )

3.) oct 9th, 2024 -- iirc this was me elaborating on a physical sketch i made where i was playing around with their face... i actually still really, really like this style and this drawing might've been the best way i've ever done it. fluid and expressive but still grotesque enough for it to stay true to their original design! this is the thing i reference whenever i draw them this way (and if you look at my most recent post you might notice some similarities?)

4.) may 11th, 2024 -- MANN i wish i'd finished this one!!! it was a redraw of this drawing based off of "chimera" by deco*27!! i've always associated that song with the dca but i didn't give it justice the first time i drew it due to the time constraints so i wanted to do it better!!! but then i got stuck on the hands 😭

if i was ever going to pick one of these back up again there's a good chance it'd be this one

5.) jul 18th, 2024 -- nothing truly profound to say here as this was actually just a test... never got around to adding a body to it, mainly because i just like drawing their face more than i like drawing the rest of them. you can probably look at all of these and realize that for yourself though LMAO

[hinamie]

Sending this as anon bc I'm shyyyy but hi!!! Ive been following you for a while and I LOVE the way you draw Yuji so so so much. Adore him even. He's my baby and I love him. You draw him so GOOD I go emotionally feral every time you draw a new Yuji thats how much I love him I was wondering if you have any tips when it comes to rendering his hair??? I've been drawing him for months now and I still struggle every single time I draw his hair and it's beginning to annoy me so much. I really really love the way you render his so I was sort of wondering how you go about doing it??? If thats not a bother of course. I can't stress this enough but I love your art and you've been a big artistic inspiration for me for the past few months!!! Hope you're doing well :)

hi anon!!! ik your question was about hair specifically but i got carried away and ended up with a timelapse of the whole render ..but i figured it's been a while so consider it a bonus! I'll go into a few specifics under the cut in case i get Also carried away rambling :'> it's a lot easier to Do than to explain but I hope u can still take something away from this <3

i'm on a painting kick so that means i mainly work by taking big swatches of colour blocks and then going in and refining them. u can see in the beginning of the video i start by just throwing down approximate colours and values according to where i want my light source to be before cleaning everything up. I use a combination of a hard angled chisel for flats, a chalky/textured oil brush to blur edges, and a textured tapered brush pen for detail.

rn the way i draw hair uses a lot of Big shapes that i try to separate into somewhat believable layered hairstyles by using small, high contrast shadows to give the illusion of depth. speaking of shadows, smth i play around with when it comes to yuuji specifically is shading his hair with colours that border on either brown or grey--depends on th piece ofc, there are times when i saturate this boy to hell and back, but i find using neutral shadows Grounds the pink a lot

honestly a good rule of thumb when rendering layers is light on top dark underneath fshdsdh a lot of the time hair rendering is just one big convoluted gradient. i break up the monotony with thin sharp lines around the edges where colours meet to imply individual strands, but lately i'm trying to cut back with how many strands i render in detail. i don't think this video is the best example of it (or maybe yuuji's hair in general doesn't lend itself well to what i'm trying to achieve), but ideally I'd like wider swaths of colour with fewer interrupting fine lines. megumi is a lot more forgiving w this i find

in a similar vein , i think in general it's rly hard working with hair like yuuji's which in official art is just . a nondescript spiky puff on top of an undercut... if u want to be more faithful to his design be my guest but i personally try to rectify his hairstyle by picking a few points of origin for the hair chunks in order to make the growth direction and volume make sense. since i draw yuuji's hair a lot longer than it is in canon, for reference i tend to look at a lot of women's undercut/pixie cut styles to get a better idea of how to layer everything. i like making his hair swoopy and fwippy rather than Spiky, if that makes sense

those r just some things i do, but honestly i wouldn't worry abt being terribly precious with it. hair is rly forgiving in that there are a million ways to make it look good , i think that the most important thing is being aware of your light source and adjusting your values accordingly. play around, see what works, have fun with it! and don't resist it if u find yourself being led in a completely different direction lmao ik i just went over my current process but i think i've brought up before how hair is often the most volatile of all the features i draw and i change up how i approach it A Lot .

i'll shut up now bc ive Already been talking too long but thank u so much for your kind words and I hope u found something abt this helpful!!!

[animalcrossingshowdown]

Random opinion that was entirely unasked for:

I feel like a standing between “I like them” and “one of my all time favorites” should be a thing. It feels like the gap between those is too wide, and to compensate I’m not voting “like” as much as I would. To me, all time favs is maybe 5-6 villagers, and general liking is somewhere around 85% of all villagers! But there’s a tier in the middle, of ones I like a whole lot, but that aren’t in my all time favs… you know?

I know you can’t endlessly add more nuanced options, but I just wanted it said because sometimes when I vote I feel I didn’t get to answer as accurately as I’d like. I need to justify myself to all the lovely villagers lol

Either way, keep up the great work because I really love these polls! Its such a fun thing for the community 🩷

yeah I thought about that when making the polls, but I figured I wanted the first and last options to be for real strong opinions only, and then like & not a fan are just catchalls for the entire range of opinions between "neutral" and "crazy about this guy bc I love/hate them so much"

"all-time favourites" is worded like that bc I felt like if I just said "love them", people would be a lot quicker to chose that option, whereas the reverse "hate them" people already seem hesitant to pick unless they really have a beef with that animal lmao

[itwasntimethatdidit40]

Thanks for the tag @baronessvonglitter but hey, how am I supposed to do this? 🫣 (and @slimybeth69 who just tagged me, hope you’ll have fun reading this deranged nonsense 😂)

I would gladly smash them all (one at a time, two or three at a time, in a gangbang LMAO I don’t mind just gimmeeee 😏) and we support slutty behavior here 😌

Ok, that said, I will try

First round:

Terminate Pero just because the film is shitty (he’s the only good thing in that trash bin of a movie lol)

Smash Javi G - I know he seems like a good boy but I also seem like a good girl if someone doesn't know me 😏 he would surprise me, I know that, the fact that he is so kind and devoted to Gabriella then makes me think that he is someone who puts a lot of effort into pleasuring his partner and I like that

Marry Dave York - he’s a killer? Yes. But I love some murder daddy and he would be the perfect dom and this intrigues me so much 😏 Dominate the shit out of me Dave, I’m ready whenever you want

Second round:

Terminate Marcus M - he’s a cool guy, he comes with swords, he looks good in a super hero suit and I do love his glasses but again, that movie? Jesus Christ 💀 I’m sorry Marcus, I still want to fuck you good darling, it’s nothing personal ♥️

Smash Ezra - he moans so good iykyk 😏 would love to hear that in my ears while he pumps endlessly into me heheh

And the guy is skilled, I bet he knows the good stuff 😏

Marry Oberyn - yes, he is a slut, but have you seen him with Ellaria? The way he worships her? The guy has great respect for women and I love that.

Plus he’s bi just like me so we could have so much fun together and with someone else 😏 And he’s smart, educated, rich, handsome af, a prince! I would love to be his princess, please and thank you.

Third round:

Terminate Din - I know, okay? I can see the fascination with the helmet and armor and gloves (oh, fuck yeah) but I’ve never been a Star Wars girlie so I have to choose him, I’m sorry. I would gladly smash him with no hesitation but it has to be this way.

Smash Jack - he comes with a wip and a lasso 😏 yeah, would love to try that, come here, baby 😏

Marry Tim - He looks like Joel with a suit twist. Enough said. Would bang him all my life.

Fourth round:

Terminate Dieter: I’m sorry but the movie is a nightmare. I love our trash panda but still.

Smash Lucien: I know he’s sleazy, dirty, a total slut, I can’t resist. His smirk, his slutty shirt, the way he kisses… I need him so bad.

Marry Javier: He’s complicated, he’s probably traumatized, he fucks around like a dog in heat, yeah… so what? I want him. Just look at him. He’s hotter than hell. How am i supposed to resist? I can’t, I just can’t.

Fifth round:

Terminate Acacius: I’m sorry babe, you look so good in an armor and I really fancy you but the other two guys in this round are my husband and our PEK king so…

Smash Frankie: all night long babyyyy. I know he could give me so much pleasure, l love a guy who’s skilled with his mouth 😏

Marry Joel: every day of my life. Forever and ever, he’s my number one and always will be. He owns my heart, my soul, my brain, my entire body.

I just want him so bad it’s ridiculous, I would do anything to be his wife ♥️

Npt: @aurorawritestoescape @milla-frenchy @joelmillerisapunk @thundermartini @gothcsz @almostempty @probablyreadinsmut @greenwitchfromthewoods @cvntclip @cas-readsandwrites @harriedandharassed and whoever wants to do this, consider yourself tagged by me ♥️

Comment who you’d choose from each round 👀🥵

[moonshynecybin]

rosquez 22/67, if you resonate with that

space au + character in peril

WIGGG okay so this is classic space fighter pilot kinda thang where marc (near human "alien" lmao) is our crazyyyy fucking rookie and vale is training his class like wow. finally. a protege who can take up my mantle (getting a bit TOO close...) until they get marc's ass OUT of training and into real ass space combat and its like haha okay so marc is NOTTTT acting like this isnt a training exercise where you can run at 10% over the limit and not die bc youre in a sim. no hes just running at 10% over the limit all the time irl because that is how marc is naturally. like as a person. and vale has seen TOOOO many friends and lovers die like that, so after one particularly edgy mission where marc + a few other members of the squad almost dont make it he pulls back hard. does some shitty unilateral stuff "for his own good" like. stomach burning righteously. doesnt even talk to him doesnt look at him just demotes him, makes up a flimsy excuse to make it happen, and transfers marc out to the absolute wastes of outer space without even a hi how are you. like he fully sends his ass to like deep space nine. the quantum zone. just marc and the space sheep. rural. truly ensures that marc will never see combat and therefore never die and vale wont have to see him anyways so if he DOES die then he doesnt even have to worry :) and then he spends the next ten years dreaming about him like a psycho having weird telepathic soulmate dreams (i am stealing things from star trek fanon now. well i love to have fun) bc thats just what marc's alien species does to a mf.

well! jokes on vale, bc marc claws his ass back to the main fight based on sheer luck + confidence + skill + the marc marquez ability to bend reality around his will (marc voice i will NOT be transferred to pramac station...) and when he shows up it is the middle of the final showdown and the worstttt possible moment like. rescues vale's ass and nearly sacrifices himself to save vale (and he SHOULDNT EVEN BE HERE but HE IS, and vale recognizes the way he flies that thing somewhere deep in his bones... feels an insane sort of bone deep terror when marc storms directly into the thick of it...) and when they limp back to base, marc collapses as soon as he gets out of his ship bc he hasnt flown like that in years and the g-force fucked w him so bad and hes pale and unconscious (and fine. lol) and vale is screaming like. thinking hes dying and then when marc wakes up hes sitting there holding his hand... and marc looks at him and smiles and touches his face and says. i dreamed of you...

[just-some-random-blogger]

Soft Spoken

Part 2

When George unearths your most shameful secret, fancying the resident git, Draco Malfoy; out of the goodness of his heart, he offers you an antidote... then, he ultimately decides to be your wingman. After all, everyone deserves a chance at love, right?

George Weasley x Reader x Draco Malfoy | 3k+ | cw: fem!reader, !!HARRY POTTER LORE NOOB!!, tsundere!draco, george busybody weasly, slow burn, self-indulgent, fluff, angst, pining, jealousy, yearning, typos, etc.

A/N: #1 this is a rewrite of my jeno/doyoung fic that everyone SLEPT ONNN foaming at the mouth its so george weasley coded fr, #2 i only watched the films when they were coming out so lmao HAHAHAH be gentle with me if i get any lore wrong shhh its fine its ok

@agreeeeeeeeeee my love <3 hiiiii i hope you like it lololol

The thing about the Weasley twins was that everything was their business. There wasn't a thing they didn't stick their nose in. It didn't really matter whose business it was, it was just fun to know, especially if it could be fuel for pranks.

And the thing about the Weasley twins having everything be their business was the fact they were everyone's business. Everyone in their ecosystem seemed to have something to say about them, having fallen victim to their mischief directly or otherwise. Though it was never malicious, or rather hardly ever, yes, all who know of Fred and George Weasley has some sort of experience with their troublemaking.

You were about to experience it first hand.

"What's got your knickers in a twist, love?"

You lift your head from the table you just thumped it on and frown at his grin. You huff, shielding your face in your arms, and mumble, "bugger off, George."

He drags the chair beside you, careful not to make too much noise, lest he get kicked out of the library again. He hums and whispers back, "I would, if I was George."

You slowly straighten up with a raised brow, eyeing him up and down, only to flick his forehead.

"AW!" he whisper-yells.

"Nice try."

George laughs.

"Bugger off!"

George watches your hair scatter as you lean back onto the desk, and shakes his head. He grins and pokes your side; you to yelp.

You straighten up and glare at him.

He tilts his head, "you know I can't not when I know whatever's making you bang your head on the desk is obviously going to be really funny."

You hiss at him and punch his shoulder.

He pulls back and exaggeratedly winces.

"Can't you just go bother your brother or something?"

"I already have," George props an elbow on the table, resting his chin on his hand, "it gets a bit old."

You sigh and roll your eyes.

"Come on, now," he nudges you with his elbow, "I can help."

You raise a brow, "G-"

"Whatever it is, it's clearly not academic, or else you would have Granger or someone else in your class breathing down your neck."

You tense and begin to fidget.

George notices and narrows his eyes, "that's it, isn't it? Someone's breathing down your neck?"

You glare at him, jaw tense.

"Oh, my days," he gives a lopsided smile, "you fancy someone in your class."

"I do not!"

"Shhh!" George tugs you by the arm after your rather loud remark, "you're going to get me banned."

He only chuckles as you swat him away and stand from your spot.

"Oi, hang on a minute."

It's not hard for Weasley to catch up with you, no matter how quickly you paced out of the library. He was, in fact, uselessly tall. The moment you're both outside the library, he sprints in front of you and you both painfully collide with each other. You nearly shoot off and he has to grab you by the shoulder to prop you up.

You grunt, "GEORGE!"

"I JUST BLOODY SAVED YOUR LIFE!"

You wrangle out of his grasp, "right after nearly shooting me through the window!"

"Bit dramatic, arn'cha?" he dusts you off with a chuckle.

You swat him off with finality, "is it quite hard for you to simply mind your own bloody business?!"

He sighs and puts a hand on his heart, "yes. I'm glad you know. People don't know the struggles of my condition."

Your lips curl.

"Busybody-osis."

You roll your eyes and walk off.

"I'm glad to have you though!" he drapes an arm over your shoulders, walking along with you, "out with it then. Don't be cheeky."

"Sure thing, Fred."

He clicks his tongue, "cheeky."

You shake out of his grasp, groaning at him, "you're being pestiferous!"

"That's a big word," George tilts his head, "I'd've just said git."

You groan and walk off again. Unfortunately, he simply gets in your way.

"You're awfully ambitious in thinking you can just walk off when you take such short strides," he crosses his arms, "you should at least try to run," he raises a finger, "then, if I catch you, you'll have no choice but t-"

"WILL YOU-" you snap, grabbing his arms, "just..." you shake him, though it barely does anything. The moron was too fit with all this Quiditching. It doesn't take much for him to repel you. Bah. "- leave me alone if I tell you?"

Without a word, the overgrown ginger raises his pinkie. You stare at it and blink slowly. The corner of George's lips quirk. You were cute when you were all murderous.

A groan spills from your lips and you wrap your pinkie around his. Before he can say 'I pinkie promise', you yank him by the arm and whisper in his ear. When he pulls away, his eyes blow wide. Heat burns across your face like wild fire. The next thing you know, you're running down the hall.

With a slacked jaw, George turns, watching you flee from the situation. "OI!" he cups the sides of his mouth, " 'r'you joking me?"

You don't reply and take a turn to the next hall you reach.

Against his will, his jaw is closed. He turns, finding it was Fred who pushed it closed. His brother raises a brow, "what's wrong with your face?"

"Malfoy," George blurts.

His twin's expression sours, "what'd he do this time?"

"Pfft," he shakes his head, "he may have victimized some poor girl with Amortentia."

"Wha— really?" Fred shakes his head, "who?"

George shrugs and walks off.

"Now, hang on," he follows, "you can't just say something like that then leave."

After squeaking to George, you're left paranoid the sequential days after. You find yourself constantly looking over your shoulder, waiting for someone to point and laugh at you. Merlin, the mini-heart attacks you'd have whenever someone from Slytherin ended up beside you. Out of all the people who could know, why did it have to be George Weasley?

You tried not to dwell on the fact your secret might be tomorrow's hottest gossip, but it was rather hard, considering you were sitting next to mess himself in potions.

"Wrong."

Your hand twitches, freezing midair as it reaches for one of the vials on your table. You slowly turn to your seatmate, hearing the scrape of ceramic on wood. He's moved something in front of you.

"Seriously?" his brow quirks.

Your throat tightens and you gulp while turning to him, watching his blonde hair brush his forehead as he looks down on you.

"Never mind failing the class," says Draco, "I'm amazed you have all your fingers."

You look down at the ingredient he's offered you. Mugwort. You look back at him, "I've already put this."

"No, you haven't," he snaps, shifting to face you. He leans on an arm, "I've been watching."

You look back at the Mugwort, tracing the rim as butterflies make an attempt to flutter out your belly.

"I'd really rather not get singed again," he turns back to his potion, mixing his own cauldron with precision you don't think you'll ever quite acquire.

You watch him, watch how his hands move and his veins flex. You gulp and look back at your notebook, going through the ingredients and steps you've already ticked off. You flinch when a hand slaps the page. You watch the slender fingers drum one by one.

"What?"

You lift your gaze at his word, heart thumping impossibly fast upon finding Draco was much closer now.

"Don't trust me, plum?" he furrows his brows, "or have you deluded yourself into thinking you're suddenly smarter than me?"

You shake your head, "no, I-"

Without a word, Draco grabs the mugwort and chucks it in your cauldron. You involuntarily flinch, raising your arms up to shield your face, but nothing happens.

"Do NOT-" Draco pushes away the vial you meant to use, "use this."

You gasp under your breath when he yanks your notebook towards him, correcting your notes. You watch him scribble, watch his hair fall over his ears as he hunches over. He slides it back to you haphazardly, and you thankfully catch it before it falls off the table.

Draco moves back to his cauldron, combing his hair back as he shakes his head, "what ever would you do without me, princess?"

His never-ending pet names for you do nothing but stoke the tingling in your belly, even though you knew he meant them mockingly. You sigh as your eyes examine his handwriting. You mutter half-heartedly, "thanks, Draco."

He watches you tap your pen on your notebook. He watches your nose scrunch as you nibble on your lip. His nostrils flare ever so slightly in amusement.

Yeah... it's not really your fault you can't help but think about how mortifying it will be if George doesn't keep his bloody mouth shut.

"MUGGLE!"

You shriek, clutching your chest.

He curls into himself, turning his back as you continue to punch him. He chuckles, "it's not my fault you find muggles terrifyi— AW!"

George laughs, pulling his spread hands under his armpits as you assault his shoulder.

You snap, "YOU IMBECILE!"

You scowl at him, curling your hands into fists, "I hope you trip on your way to your next class."

"Wow," he turns to you, raising his hands, "when did you resort to such extreme violence?

"When did you become such a stick up the arse?!" you hiss, walking off.

George makes a face, pacing after you, "the day my hair turned red, love."

You grunt when he grabs your arm. You stop in your tracks and pull away from him.

He chuckles, "why are you in such a rush?"

You raise a brow, "maybe it's because some of us actually don't want to be late for class!"

George chuckles yet again as he circles in front of you, "I want to help you!"

"Piss off!" you whine, side-stepping away.

"No, I'm serious."

"As am I!"

He takes your shoulders, "I want to help you with your you-know-what problem."

Your eyes widen and you lean into him to poke a finger to his chest, "I knew I should have NEVER told you!"

"What?" he innocently chuckles, pulling his chin back.

"You have absolutely NO-" you swat his hands off, "-idea how paranoid I've become because of you! Everyday I'm wary you'll just jump out of thin air and tell the whole school!"

George laughs again, clutching his chest, "wooow," he shakes his head, "you think so little of me, my dear."

You roll your eyes, "I bet you've already blabbed to your twin."

"Hmm," he raises a break, "how much we talkin'?"

"I swear to Godric, I will hex you."

"There you are again with the extreme violence."

"George-"

"I swear to Merlin I didn't tell Fred."

"Well, now you have to."

Both you and George turn. Fred crosses his arms as he comes to your side. He wiggles his brows, "what's cookin', good lookin'?"

Your lips tighten, "what's cooking is that I'm about to hex your ugly twin!"

"Woah, woah, woah!" the Weasleys say in unison as you pull your wand out. George clutches your wrist and Fred grabs your shoulders.

The latter speaks, "easy there."

"Extreme violence!" the other chimes in, lowering your wand.

You glare at him, pulling away from their grasp.

Fred offers you a look, "I know he's ugly—

"You literally stole my face in the womb!"

"—but I need him in one piece if I want Gryffindor to win the next Quidditch match."

"Yeah? Well, I hope you lo-"

"WOAH, WOAH, WOAH!" two separate hands slap on your mouth.

"Now, that's low, even for you." says George, pulling his hand away.

"Take it back!" Fred exclaims, pulling his hand away.

"I didn't even say it!"

"But the sentiment remains," George crosses his arms, "take it back."

You glare at him, turning to Fred, "that depends on whether or not he told you my secret."

"He didn't!" "I didn't!" they blurt at once.

You look between them for a good second. They look desperate. You knew they were far too serious with Quidditch for their own good, and yet, you decided to torture them, "swear on it."

"We swear!"

They dramatically clutch their chest and sigh in relief. The bell rings. Fred swats George's chest, "come on, you imbecile. We can't afford another tardy."

You purse your lips and sigh, "fine."

"..."

"I take it back."

"Right," he dashes off with his twin.

You huff as they run off, finally free from torment. You, yourself, rush to your next class, that is, until you see George running back towards you, "WAIT!"

You make a face at him, rolling your eyes, running even faster. You squeal when you get yanked back. You whip your head around, astonished to see George has held you hostage, "WHAT THE F-"

"Here!" he says, releasing your arm.

You are handed a clear vial and you look up at him in confusion, "wh-"

"It's an antidote to Amortentia."

You pull you head back, "w-wh—"

"It cost me a pretty penny, so you owe me," he jogs off, shouting as he did, "better hear you screaming my name later at Quidditch, yeah!"

You hear a bunch of students cackle at Weasley's flippant words. Your body burns and you tightly grip the antidote in your hand before running off to your next class.

The truth of it all was George didn't need you screaming his name, neither did Fred nor anyone in Gryffindor for that matter; they were absolutely mopping the floor with their Slytherin opponent, much to the dismay of one Draco Malfoy, who was in the bleachers just in front of you and your friends.

You shouldn't be amused by his frustration and anger, really, you shouldn't, and yet here you were, holding yourself back from giggling by biting your lips, finding more entertainment from his and his rat pack's reactions to the game than the game itself.

Okay, that was a lie, Quidditch was extremely entertaining, and like previously mentioned, George was really good; you couldn't help yourself from cheering for him.

You start when you hear your name called. You look down, seeing Draco glaring up at you. You were clapping, but now your hands were merely clasped in front of your chest.

"You're gloating, aren't you?!" he asks over the noise. Vincent and Gregory on either side of him boo into the air.

Your eyes widen and you shake your head, "w-wh-"

"I'll have you know—" he's cut off when his body is shaken.

You lift your eyes as the three in front of you cheer when Slytherin scores. You press your lips and politely clap your hands.

Draco shouts and sneers. He looks back at you, "that's what I'm talking about!"

You don't respond. You wouldn't know what to respond with anyway. Thankfully, he looks forward, attention back on the game.

You nearly convinced yourself Draco would take it out on you when Slytherin lost. You watch as he grumbles and walks away, then you quickly look off when he catches you staring. He scoffs, mumbling something to his friends as they take their leave.

You wait for them to go, deciding to stay back as your friends head back, not wanting to have any more encounters with Malfoy. By the time you go, you find yourself walking back with a few of the Quidditch players.

You aren't surprised George finds you, "hey!"

"Oh, hey," you smile, "congratulations!"

"Thanks!" he cheers, "they had us in the second half, but Harry did an incredible s— hang on, did you take it?"

"Take what?"

"The antidote!"

"W-" you shake your head and mumble, "for Amortentia?"

"Yes, for Amortentia!" he shakes his head, "I saw you and you-know-who talking during the game a-"

"How could you possibly—"

"Did you take the bloody potion?!"

"Yes!" you procure the empty vial in your hand, slapping it in his.

George examines the glass, looking at it before looking at you.

"I'm not gonna lie to you... I was kinda hoping it would work."

"So it didn't!?" he chucks the glass to the ground, "that cheat!"

You shake your hands, "I wasn't given Amortentia!"

"You don't know that."

"I do!" you whimper, "I just-" you wipe your face and keep it covered, so to muffle out, "-I just like Draco, okay?"

George cringes and shudders, "no, you don't. Listen, I can go find someone else to-"

"He's kind, okay!"

"..."

When you don't get a response, you drag your hands down your face, seeing George's mortified expression.

His cheeks are pulled and his mouth is open, "you've gone mad, you 'ave!"

"No, I— let me explain."

"Great, 'cause I'd love to hear it."

You huff and wrap your arms around yourself, "he's not kind-"

He scoffs, "that's better."

"-but he is, considering the fact he helps me during our potions."

His lips purse and his head sticks out.

"He pays attention to what I say and what I do, and he notices small details— and I know, I know, he really could just be paying attention 'cause we're seatmates and he doesn't want to get caught in the splash zone, but I-"

George watches you fidget and sigh as you ramble. Merlin, you were really worked up about him. He kind of feels bad for you. He shakes his head and raises a hand, ultimately ceasing your babbling.

You brush your hair back as you look at him.

His heart hurts when he catches the glint in your eyes. Bloody hell, please don't cry.

"Fine."

You sniffle.

"I'll help you."

You groan and wipe your face, "please. Pleeeeeeaaaasssssse don't—"

"I'll help you get him to like you back."

"..."

"I mean... if that's what you want," he cringes again, lips curling in disgust.

You stare at him for a moment. As he runs his hands through his fiery hair, you find yourself wondering if it was, in fact, something you want. As you think, George procures a chocolate bar from his pocket and takes a bite of it like the maniac he was.

You make a face at it, "you know, there are indents on chocolate for a reason."

He shrugs, "yeah, if you plan to share."

You huff and roll your eyes at him, yet you catch yourself chuckling.

George licks his lips, finding himself smiling softly at you. He offers the bar, " 'd'ya want some?"

You shake your head, "nope."

His eyes widen, "and I'm the odd one. Who turns down chocolate?"

You ignore him in lieu of huffing and wiping your face, "fine."

George peels off some of the aluminium on the side.

"I'll let you help me."

He freezes, "what?"

"But you better still not tell anyone!" you point at him, before ultimately walking away.

George stands there, chocolate in hand, confusion on his face. He sighs and takes another bite, "I'm far too helpful for my own good, aren't I?" He clicks his tongue.

[messymoonmad]

since u wanted to know..*cracks knuckles*

THIS fine fella is adrastos of sparta! a (not out,of course, This is ancient Greece) trans man and chosen warrior of ares, he's in his late twenties. has a joint diesesea, hence the braces on his arms,legs, and not pictured here,a back brace.(it's Ehlers-Danlos. undiagnosed because,again,ancient Greece. and yes he SHOULD be in a wheelchair,but ancient Greece)

he came to the palace on the orders of ares who wanted to make sure athen keeps her word and ody gets a bloodbath going, this makes him a very late arrival. combined with being extremely antisocial and Having to hide his gender (pretty hard in a culture where nudity is so normalized) this means he is very much picked on by the other suitors.not that he doesn't deserve it,he's a rather cold and violent man,who doesn't care for anything that's happening in the palace and just wants to go back to the battlefield. (Telemachus asked him to train together once and he yelled at the kid for crying when he broke his arm)

he's also very insecure about his masculinity and will lash lash out in the weirdest of situations because of it.

some fun facts include:

- he doesn't know how to dance, which ares is very upset about as the god of dancing (seriously,he is,you can look it up if u dont Believe me.)

-he doesn't drink,like every, which is super unusual for a greek.he wants to always be fully battle ready

-may not look like it but loves gossip,will just hang in the back of a room and listen in on people (him and eurymachus would get along so well if he gave him a chance)

-chronic lip biter

-gives argos treats when nobody's looking

and this has been my deranged yap,thank you.(you don't have to respond if it's a lot,i understand lmao)

One thing about me is I hate walls of text cause I'm a slow reader but OH THAT WAS WORTH IT

I love him he is so interesting and fully fleshed out. I love an oc that blends well with the canon. He has interesting flaws and qualities I really like him (do you have any ships involving him?)

[glowstickblood]

Sure I'll bite, what are your thoughts on Nightwing?

HOLY F U C K

You do not know what you have just done <3

So first of all, I was a teen titans kid: specifically StarFire. She was my home girl, she was an alien existence with strange customs and unique way of speaking and she was sweet and had trouble understanding others and I was obsessed. And…. She likes Robin, aka Dick Grayson, the OG.

Back then, Robin was cool but he wasn’t my favourite, but it was the first time I can really recall him catching my attention,, mostly because he had Kori’s attention and I loved Kori.

Honestly I didn’t really get into DC much. I was a Marvel prefereer for a while (<- lies, I just liked spider-man like literally everyone else) and though I had heard of the batfamily before in passing (an animation YouTuber I liked did some stuff for them once or twice) they didn’t mean much to me.

For me it was Batman and Robin,,,, and Robin was Dick Grayson.

I don’t really remember how it happened, but I do recall somewhere 2ish years ago that something prompted me to go searching for Nightwing’s Wikipedia page.

Now those of you NDs know what happens when something catches your attention in that oh-so-very-peak way and you enter what I like to call Stage 7.

I, no joke, read every single wiki article and post I could find anout Dick Grayson for 24 hours straight. I didn’t sleep, I barely ate, and I don’t remember anything other than the endless hunger for knowledge until I inevitably collapsed.

So,,, why?

Well honestly it’s rather complex!

I don’t talk too much about myself online, mostly because I don’t feel much of a need to, but I’m sure you can glean a few things: mostly that I’m a 1st gen immigrant with autism, asexuality and a enby identity (just like half the population on tumblr lmao) and that gave/gives me a whole cocktail of fun issues and perspectives of the world.

I’m not sure how much you know about Dick’s story or personality, but simplifying it down to a single sentence it would probably be this: An endlessly angry child has forged himself into a kind and charismatic hero for the sake of other people.

He is angry, and bitter and fighting so goddamn hard to be kind. He is overtly sexualised by people in-universe and in-fandom. He gives away all of himself even if he doesn’t realise he does. He is on a never ending journey to meet, match, and exceed the expectations placed upon him even to the detriment of himself and others. The bar grows ever higher.

People have an unconsciously bad habit of comparing ourselves to others and it is generally agreed upon that to live a healthy life you will have to spend the entire time fighting against that habit. The fight never ends as we never stop interacting with each other, but it does get easier with time. This pinprick point of tension is a core element of a lot of the stories told when it comes to Nightwing interacting with other characters, and a running theme throughout my own life.

For a very long time I competed against the world, against my family, against my friends, against the characters in stories I was told, basically everyone. I was the underdog, I was always fighting, and soon enough I was winning just as much as I was loosing. It was fun and it made me miserable because no matter how well I did the was always another person was better. I was never the best, I couldn’t be, and I hated myself for it… Until I realised the standards I held myself too so loudly and proudly started making my friends miserable too.

(To be honest I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop trying to raise the bar for myself higher, but I sure as hell know better than to make that other people’s problems. It’s an ongoing WIP against a very human flaw in myself, just as it is for Dick.)

Another element of his character that appeals to me is the anger; specifically that he is not seen as angry much anymore.

As a character his anger is justified. It is righteous even. The world took from him, hurt him, and continues to challenge him even now. He has every single reason to be bitter and full of rage,,, and he is! Except also no he isn’t.

The general current interpretation of Dick is as a playful and kind older brother figure.

He is flawed sure, but in a way that makes him more ‘approachable’. He is the comforting Robin; He’s the one you’d go to after a breakup to cry and eat ice cream or to go gush about your favourite hobbies to. He is the mediator of the batfamily, managing the emotions of both himself and others (especially Batman). The endless bright burning rage has been buried beneath a soft exterior, he has sanded down his own edges. He controls and seems to give away just enough to make him feel grounded, but never enough to feel like he’s truly known.

One of the worst part about growing older for me is how terribly easy it is to understand other people now. Rarely do the people who hurt us the worst want to do so, the villains of this world are seldom (if ever) people you meet in real life. It’s so fucking easy to hurt each other. It’s so fucking easy to blame people when they hurt you. To make monsters out of molehills.

And yet!

And yet…

I understand. I wish I didn’t, but I do. I am so very very angry, but my kindness is a thing with teeth I tamed with love, and it eats my anger for breakfast.

The way I love and he loves, in my mind, is the same. I understand and he understands in a way I want too, and it’s so easy to let people hurt us because of that. Depending on the version you’re reading of him, maybe that person who hurts him is a super villain, or a friend, or an obliviously obtuse civilian or even the batfamily and Batman himself (Spyral, WFA Joker arc, Grant Wilson, Tarantula, being Batman during the Bruce lost time-stream arc, all of Jason’s existence, etc.). Either way, same outcome: you love and care for people who hurt you and are flawed.

Nevertheless, Dick Grayson, aka Robin, aka Nightwing, has been around for more than 80 years now. His story has been told hundreds, thousands, millions of times. It’s been twisted and shifted and re-told all over again. And while his tenants core stays the same (save for a bad writer of course) he gets different lighting for every occasion. Playing and talking about him is more flexible in a way a lot of characters with a single cannon source (I.e. books and movies) are not. His existence gives me a lot of room to play and project.

He can be the good big brother, the proud leader, the angry teenager, the betrayed son, the beautiful idol, the grand hero, or any mask the story requires him to play. That flexibility is within the core of his very character. He loves, he is angry, he is so terribly inhuman in all the best ways he is not, and I love him because of that.

TLDR: He is relatable to me and I fuck with that <3

[pant--eater]

wallace x willard art when? 🤔🤔🤔

kicking the rat bastard from Arcane into the sun for a while because GET IN CLAYMATION GANG, WE'RE GOING BACK TO OLD MAN YAOI TOWN (these 2 goobers just keep adopting more children. First 4 woke dogs and now a whole army of robots)

heads up for Vengeance Most Fowl spoilers!!

no but hear me out HEAR ME OUT I have been brainstorming of so many possible ways of how to add Vengeance Most Fowl into my Apple pie with Cheese lore, and AHEM:

Wallace has no visible love interests in this one because he's dating Mr. Tweedy :^) the movie is set during the phase in their relationship when they're sorta not-quite-in-the-beginning-anymore, but not full on married yet either, and are constantly discovering new things about each other. Willard is not present because his apple farm is having a REALLY busy season so he hasn't had time to go visit the West Wallaby Street gang. Which is why Fluffles decided to go to the countryside for a while, to help him and the terrier twins! (and to be Willard's therapy dog <3)

None of them could have anticipated all the crazy shit that would happen in Wigan in the meantime LMFAO but hey, it's what makes being part of Wallace's and Gromit's weird little family so exciting! Though Willard, who has...ahem... PARTICULAR memories about gnomes stealing his stuff in the past, takes a long while to get used to the Norbots and is highly uncomfy at first...honestly, he'd be even scared, as their massive overwhelming amount reminds him of a certain flock of birds. Slowly, he will ease up though, once he learns that the gnomes are only as dangerous as their commands - and surprisingly... it helps him in a therapeutic way to cope more with his chicken farm trauma <3 (he WILL ask Wallace though why he added an evil setting to them LMAO and Wallace answers that he thinks that in case the gnomes gain sentience, they're allowed to choose what sorta people they will become)

ALSO THE FACT THAT BOTH HIM AND GROMIT LOVE GARDENING ANG GROWING VEGGIES/FRUITS???? HELLO???? STEPDAD AND SON BONDING ACTIVITIES RIGHT THERE!!!!!!!!

PLUS!! Now that Wallace has learned his lesson about technology, he knows how to program the gnomes to help with Willard's apple farm in ways that won't damage it or take away from the fun creative part of it :)

[haveihitanerve]

We’re going down, down the sea lads. Hold onto your sheep!

The Lighthouse Commentary- (bc one of you lovelies suggested it :))

Sam’s face immediately starting strong because what XD

“... you cant close up a lighthouse.” Sam’s initial confusion. Oh brother this is gonna be fun…

Luke’s cackling off to the side as Tom grins

“I meant for me.” Quick save AJ, nicely done, very good

“Its quite late.” “it is really late!” Aj sounds ready to genuinely cry, i feel like this was performed at a really late time in real life and AJ wants to go to bed lol 

“Maybe this job isn't for yoUUU!” idk but i like the way he said it- also still feel like they’re referencing the comedy show/real life and not the characters in the play- idk why i feel like this but something about their speaking patterns lmao

“This job is for me!” >:( 

“Lighthouse-man.” “li-lighthouse-man?” “yeah. yeah.” Thats right Aj- stand your ground!

“Im doing this on internship-” “you're doing an internship-” glad you both got to say it boys, really solidified the internship bit, nice

“I've never seen a woman. I don't- what's that?” AJ making everything more drastic and chaotic, perfect, that's what i like to see XD

And breaking Sam along with it, beautiful

“The LIGHT!” reaches for it- ok aj, commit, nice :D

The eyes rolling allllll the way into the back of his head is totally not terrifying-

“The light is great. The light keeps sheeps- ships-sheets-” AJ breaking fully as he explodes a laugh but trying to maintain character at the same time is hilarious he looks like he's shitting XD

“There's nothing like the light of a woman's laughter.” damn sam. That's poetic. If my future partner don't say that i don't want ‘em

Tom’s little sheep mehhrrr is beautiful

“A rumspringa.” Sam purposefully using words he knows AJ doesn't know what they mean- asshole XD

“You know the amish.” “...yeees?” “.Go on.” Sam you menace XD

AJ throwing a glance at Tom for help

“Why are you telling ME to go on? You brought it up!” Fair point, very fair point, Sam’s just being mean lmaoo

Ok AJ does not, in fact, know who Amish are, but its fine, after a quick little giggle break Sam is incorporating a family called Amish into the story, so its fine XD

“Going down… down the sea.” I appreciate his commitment i gotta be honest

“Do- do you mean South?” They just cant let AJ have anything can they? Lol

“Do you know what happened?” Sam: “...i think i can guess” LMAOOO

“Through the smoke..” “the smoke?!?!?” Sam is genuinely concerned lol. “Through the smoke, cause there was fire on the ship.” “oh shit!” Sam did not see that coming XD

“Through the- it was really bad!” Now aj feels the need to explain his story, wonderful 

Luke giving flashback noises, and AJ just repeating them??? Brilliant teamwork boys, 10/10 lol

Tom, of course, cant be excluded: keep going DOWN lads!!! Keep going DOWN the sea!!!

Luke and Tom have casually taken over the scene now XD

“By the way- by “down the sea” do you mean south???” They just really cant let Aj live!!!! Lmaooo

“My brother passed away.” oh my gods Aj what kind of lore are you giving yourself????

‘“MY SON! MY ONLY SON!” Luke, no no, Aj is still alive- “APART FROM MY OTHER SON!” There you go, now Aj keeps going- “WHO I DON'T RESPECT AT ALL!!!” now that just seems unnecessary - XD

“THE CONSTANT DISAPPOINTMENT!” Oh luke is still going, oka- “I BET HE’D RATHER BE ON FUCKING LAND!!” Luke!!! Let him finish his traumatic backstory about why he wants to be a lighthouse keeper!!!! Come on!!! XD

“So I don't care- bout how fucking great women are!” the smile as he says it because ohhh noo thats not how he meant that to come across at all lmaooo XD

“Im just saying… give it a go.” And that was too much for AJ and we get another quick laugh, beautiful 

Sam casually stealing the chair luke was going to sit on to force him to grab another one lol

“Oh the sheep aren't shitting like they used to.” I love how unwilling they are to let a single mistake go, its absolutely fantastic lol! Also Sam’s sheep impression is spot on

“Daughter.” “oh!” Tom was not expecting that to be his role, but ok then :) 

“Like someones- shutting the curtains randomly!” Side eyes AJ hard 

[sheep panic]

[sheep straining] love how sams automatic reaction is to just do the opposite of what luke said lol

“The sheep are just too inbred.” Sam:... *wait a fucking minute*..? He took that personally lmaooo

“That ones got a mostly bald face.” Luke: *looks at Aj* Sam: *also looks around* Tom: no you you fucking idiots-

[sheep baas] fuck you -sam really did take it personally, but then again, Tom also made it personal XD

“The easen- eastern portion.” “the easen-eastern portion yeah.” Tom XD

“Look at this sheep holding another sheep!” Tom, i just don't think thats what his stagecraft is lol

Sam: *contemplating how to do this*... wasn't what i was going for, but…

Luke's explosion of laughter and the way Tom made direct eye contact with Sam when he said it lol

“Oh no my eyes betray me!” *waits expectantly for a clue as to wtf sam is holding*

“The quality of the wooool is poor.” He really needed to emphasize that word lol.

“Fuck you.” are those the only words this sheep can say???XD

“Going under? You mean its going- “down the sea”??” Tom really missed not being a part of the first scene i think…

“South you might say.” But only might! ;)

“Maybe we could send the sheep?” Tom sounds genuinely surprised that he himself suggested it

“I would be up for, sending the sheep *starts giggling* to be the main character!” *sam preparing himself, fastening up a tie and grabbing his briefcase* “of this story!” i love how both Tom and Sam are fashioning it in a way as though they are asking Luke for permission to do it XD

“Are you sure? Cause i was throwing it out there but..” of course now you backpedal Tom- make it his fault if the plot fails XD- smarttttt

“Why don't we go together?” “ahh fuck.” Sam really hates this storyline lmaooo

“You know i've never seen a man!” Sam’s absolutely done with all of them lmaoooooo

SAM! For legal reasons i will not be transcribing the action he did, but i shall give you the captions- [;)]

“They want one☝️thing!” “And whats that?” “se-ee-ex.” Luke’s disappointed turn around to look at Sam while he barely holds it together XD

“Well where are they gonna get that???” Tom, you beautiful beautiful child, his only purpose right now is to piss off the other three and i adore that for him

HES LITERALLY GIGGLING- this man is too cute omg-

Sam: *in sheep gesticulation* please just send me, i don't care that i have to play two characters in one scene, and that one of them is a sheep, tom is out of his fucking mind, please luke you know its smart- 

Or at least thats what i got from it

Luke’s little giggle and pat of Sam’s arm when Aj cuts their scene 🤧 so cute-

“Whats it like up there?” “Sorry?” *gets terrifyingly close* “whats. It. like. Up. there.” Aj looks disgusted and mildly put off but not totally concerned and i love that for their friendship :) 

“Its fucking dark though.” Luke is bamboozled. “Oh its fuck- you think its fucking dark up there??? With a great big fucking light?!?!” he slipped accents there for a sec and went into distraught Luke lol (i don't think aj knows how a lighthouse works, or what it even is, and if the boys knew that then they are evil and brilliant, and if they didn't then its still amusing as hell XD)

“Shining *starts laughing as AJ also breaks* in your eyes???” AJ is struggling to get the story right lol. “Do you have any idea what you do for a job???” I think Luke is genuinely curious lmaoo

Sam now having to step in because AJ has confused him too much so he has to clarify it too XD they're such idiots and i adore it

Tom joining the scene because he feels left out- classic

“Ill settle this honey-” oh sam 🫣

“NO IT WAS-” “AAAEEHHUUHUHAA!” Mocking each other like proper siblings XD this is the best thing ever

“I just wanted some fresh air :(“ leave him alone sam! “In the basement.” ofc the last jabbed parting words XD

AJ’s annoyed grin. “Alright- fucking- im outside now!” LMAOOOO

“Will you stop standing with your hooves on your hips?” Sam: *casually strikes a pose and baas annoyingly with a grin because he knows itll piss Tom off more* XD

Again, for legal reasons, not going to transcribe that 😑

“Excuse me-?” “oh!” Tom’s little gasp that makes Luke have to clamp a hand over his mouth to stop laughing. Gorgeous boys 

“Its a man..” The quiet awe- tom you're brilliant omg never change

“What the fuck are you?” YESS!!!! Both sides XD this is the best thing in my life 

“You're- you're a woman.” even tom cant stop his grin- they are such cuties omfg-

“Supposed to be a man are you?” Sam, never one to let an insult aimed at AJ go unnoticed: [baaa] nice ✋

“Thats right im a lighthouse keeper.” “[baa] what?” Sam cocking his head because wow Aj you just casually stole his job and lied to the first woman you've ever met. Tsk tsk

“Whats your name?” “poppy.” ok aj you're off the hook because now Sam is looking at Tom judgmentally lmaooo

“Oh its cause your sisters called poppy oh alright.” ….. Excuse me for one second. *leaves to go scream into the void* im back….. They just FUCKING- KNOW?>?????? THE NAME OF HIS SIST- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH *im gonna go die of cuteness for one sec gimme a moment* idk why but the subtle reminders they are friends and actually know each other kill me. Anyway carry on-

Luke loosing it as Tom connects the dots and Tom motioning the “gears turning” to AJ to try and get him to get it too XD

(Atp they've just abandoned the “yes, and?” joke and started a “aj said one thing wrong once and now we’re gonna make this entire play all about it” and honestly, im here for it)

Also atp they're just competing to see who can make Sam stay in the scene and stand the longest and who can annoy the others the most and i am even more here for that lol

“My dad named me after the sheep.” the way Sam’s tongue is in his cheek as he watches Tom incorporate it into the story and his slow turn away

“Shes an old sheep now.” Sams eyebrows shoot into his hairline

“My names Clint.” “Clint?” Tom’s eyebrows are also in his hairline. “Are you sure?” (psst, Master Ybobb! Its bobby)

Tom treating Sam’s [baaing] as the translator game and just going off the rails lmaoo

“But the lights inside the curtain.” and thats too much for Sam- the way he leans against Tom for emotional support is so cute- 😭💗

Sam is soooo close to ripping his hair out, Tom is thoroughly enjoying whatever the hell i going on, and Luke is just laughing at them all

“Are all men this stupid?” Sam’s head bob as he points to Aj- help😭 hes trying his best guys! (seriously tho, what does Aj think a lighthouse is?)

“Are all women like you?” AJ had to come up with something didn't he lol

“Im just trying to be a good lighthouse keeper and im new at it!” poor baby. “Well you're clearly not.” ooooooohhhhhh. Damn tom. Ruthless

“My sheep will deal with you.” Smart Tom, very smart

AJ just casually stemming his hand against Sam’s forehead XD

“One.. two… three.” Sam, baby i just don't think hes gonna pick up on that 😭

“Im not sure whats happening.” yeah…

“Oh please know what this is.” Sam sounds genuinely distressed, poor guy😭😂

More cocaine, poor sam 

Sam and Tom are done with him 😭

“I've just got this bitch here-” AJ thoroughly enjoyed caling Tom that lol XD

“You cheeky fuck.” Aj though he could sit down lol

“Its nice to have a female presence in the lighthouse.” “thank you.” Turns judgmentally to Aj

“Your intern? Your INTERN, is it?” wow Tom, not holding back at all, very nice XD

[one more!] audience member i love you- especially because its funny but also because it made luke laugh lol

“Someones right on the rule of three :D” *seems genuinely overjoyed at this fact* “don't give it to em” “I wont!” oh come on guys!! “Make them wait for it!” thank you sam “Ill make them wait- THE INTERN!” diva turn and he gave us what we wanted, perfection

Ajs grin when it happens too, Sam might be suffering, but the other three are thoroughly enjoying this lol

“By the way whats his name?” “clint.” oh no sam not you too!

“Clint.” Tom sounds so judgy 😭

Sam: they say his father was a sea-men Tom: *eyebrows shoot up, then back down* thats how all little boys are made, aye

TOM!!! XD

“Sorry who- who offered you any part of it? I DIDN'T OFFER YOU ANY PART OF IT!” gorgeous work tom, flawless

“But he never talks about his mum.” guys, its almost the end of the play, why are we adding more plot???

“It seems like you want to give me some sort of backstory.” some people might call this meta, but if i were having a convo with a dude and they said this line, i would also think they want to give me backstory lol

“The light!” “the curtains!” at least they picked up on both stagecrafts. “Why would that make any difference?” “why both-?” “why both?” “why not just one of those things- *starts laughing*” they really cant let aj rest at all can they?? Lol

“Now the light isn't getting in from the outside!” Tom’s spin, now hes starting to get a little done with AJ just like Sam lol! “Oh! If only the curtains were open, this lightbulb would be giving light!” poor AJ 😭😂

“-head like a fucking egg-” fully breaks character and shatters the fourth wall XD

“Hey you! You bald fucker!” Sam: *gasps as though he hasn't just said the literal exact thing only slightly less bluntly* :0

“Yes? Can i help you?” Luke annoyed now too, glorious XD

“Grant i don't need you, fuck off grant.” “i feel like we've bullied him a lot today.” you don't say XD Lukes helpless shrug. “I know but hes pissed me off!” I love the way Aj just stays out of frame lol- hes not getting involved until he has to 

“You called me a bald fucker.” AJ’s strut onto the stage is iconic “i've got a whole head of hair in this scene you little twat.” Luke and Aj both laughing at each other- cuties. 

“Hey!” now Tom joins, because the scene wasn't chaotic enough. “What are you calling this 6’5 muscular powerhouse a little twat for?!?!” XD i cant anymore-

“Im gonna leave again!” you do that King

[sheep running off a cliff]

[sheep landing SPECTACULARLY]

“The one who gets made fun of. *brilliant mocking of Sam follows, beautiful*” theyre such siblings your honor its wonderful

“Stupid egg!” Sam’s cackle off stage is amazing

“What do you mean they make fun of you?” AJ’s grin as he circles luke- luke you literally started the scene with “you bald fucker!” like come on, XD

“James, the lighthouse keeper. And this new *starts laughing* bitch woman that i just met!” 

“I hope you're not talking about my daughter!?!?” “Was she tall?” “Aye.” “like freakishly tall-” trying desperately to level the playing field XD help aj- 

“Aye, like me! 6’5!” Luke really enjoyed Tom’s addition didn't he lol

“Weirdly tall.” “yeah yeah yeah, weirdly tall yeah. HUGE adams apple.” oh so now theyre teaming up on tom, i see, i see- theyre such fucking siblings dude XD

*laughing at their skilled insults together*

“My mother was wonderful.” “...okay.” yeah Luke, just smile and nod, good plan, who knows what to answer to that in these situations because i sure don't

“It seems like you wanna give us some sort of backstory…” sneaky sam, sneaky sneaky…

*exits while baaaing* AJ: *no no, we cant let this go* no you come here *the finger flick he does- help* Luke: *because he is a gremlin agent of chaos* no no you come here,

Poor sam doesn't get a break from a single scene 😭 thats what he gets for trying to be a cheeky sneaky little shit tho lmaooo

“She said “go.” *makes direct eye contact* “go down the sea.” yes AJ!!! SPEAK YOUR TRUTH!!!

Sam singing quietly in the background, not sure what hes singing but its great, adds ambiance

“Anyway what’d you want?” *forgets what scene hes in* “Im having a stroke over here.” luke please help him out XD

“It was my wife.” *dramatic gasp* Sam: *obliterates the fourth wall as a sheep* what a twist

“Good thing he didn't fuck your daughter.” Sam go back to being a sheep and baaing please-

AJ’s small smile as he appreciates Sam’s joke

“I wish this sheep would run off a fucking cliff.” getting his anger out for all the jokes XD

LUke laughing- with the tongue in his cheek- ahh hes so cute

Sam just flipping Aj off and making him laugh before finally getting to leave a scene XD

“Mario come back!” Tom having drag Sam from the chair because fucks sake he just got to sit down- but nope! Hes gotta be in every scene lmaoooo

“You're gonna be here til the bitter end.” Sam’s head hang of sadness as Tom breaks the fourth wall lol

“Father, have i missed some plot details?” I fear you might've poppy. Also sam rubbing his nose as an aside to pretend seeking cocaine again, brilliant

“I saw you die that day.” “no- no” “no-” “oh gods.” they're all so disappointed its wonderful XD

“Ill use all my human bits okay?” So the inbred joke did grant some uses didn't it Sam?

“Whats wrong with your sheep?” AJ taking joy in pointing out their mistakes now lol

“We gotta finish this show in five minutes-” Sam is done lmaoooo

“Im getting madness from the lighthouse-” The way sam pauses his struggle to actually laugh at that and grabs AJ’s waist, idk why i guess he just needed to hold onto someone to keep from falling apart at the seams-

“I am a sheep. *deep inhale* I’m gonna do some cocaine.” i think that was just sam and not sheep sam… XD

Sam: *finally gets to sit down* “You are my half son-” Sam: *fuck* no- no- no -NO

“You- nothing- NOTHING!” real sam coming out again… lmaooo

“So you, you're my cousin!” Tom fully understood what was happening, he was the only one who remembered bobby’s name- he was just being a litte shit and i fully believe that- AJ’s grin reveals he knows it too- fuckng hell- and Luke’s little jump as he screams “NO!” is adorable

AJ and Tom grinning at each other like dorks while Sam loses it and Luke tries to separate them

“WILL YOU-” AJ and Tom making eye contact and nodding, because hell yeah this bit’ll get ‘em goooood “MARRY ME?!?!” 

Sam explodes, Luke finally decides to end the chaos, and Tom and AJ are thoroughly enjoying themselves

Tom’s little backrub for Sam at the end… awwww

And luke’s consoling pat as AJ just grins and Sam tries not to murder them all XD

@flamingbluepanda @snek-of-eden @dawn-speckled

Sooooo an alternate title for the video could just be “Four Best Friends Competing to Piss Each Other Off The Most” but, y'know, i like The Lighthouse too. 

Anyway this was one of the most chaotic, belly aching, cheeks hurting play of theirs i have seen up to date and i loved every minute of it. AJ was just adding more plot and plotholes, Tom’s only goal was to antagonize everyone who stepped into his line of vision, (specifically Sam), Luke was somewhat trying to follow the plot but mainly just going for insults and gremlin activities, and Sam was losing his mind. :) beautiful. 10/10. 

(also, the way that this is one of the only plays where they forget to say “and hopefully an end” is kinda ironic lmaoo)

anyway hope you enjoyed it as much as i did :)

[dragqueenstarscream]

as a drag queen myself, i'd love to hear your thoughts on the potential for the scene in Cybertron culture and/or which bots/cons would be into it

TFP Screamer and KO are 100% a queen and king respectively

- @shenaniganeryfromtheabyss

yessss, i love this subject! (i'd love to dig more into being a drag king myself; i have the look and the persona, just not the stage lmao)

the way i see it, since bots can get their bodies reformatted to match their preferred gender if they desire, changing one's body to look like a different gender (or further enhance their current one) is viewed as a form of artistry. however, since their bodies are much less malleable than ours, it can be tricky to get it just right. as such, drag artists are seen not only as performers, but as walking works of art, as much as a canvas or a sculpture.

the drag scene on cybertron is surprisingly lively. because it's so difficult to get right, successful artists can often fill swanky performance halls with adoring fans and art connoisseurs alike. it's also not uncommon to find up and coming artists in nightclubs, trying to get a foothold in the scene. it's not nearly as taboo as it is on earth, pretty much.

as for who'd be into it, well...

starscream: THE foremost queen. i've talked before about how much i love the idea of drag queen starscream. hell, it's the origin of my url. he's all about elegance and grace, a femme fatale in the truest sense.

knock out: he'd be a drag king, definitely. his whole thing would be playing up his sexuality, portraying the idea of a sexy, slutty clubgoer out prowling for a big, strong man to take him home.

arcee: i absolutely see her as a drag king. she leans more into sophistication, a classy, young gentlemech who knows how to win pretty femmes' hearts. think "sway" by michael buble. it also lets her play with her bisexuality, which she sees as an added bonus.

wheeljack: call me crazy, but i feel like wheeljack's the kind of mech who's so confident in in his masculinity that he's not afraid to put on a dress and some makeup. he doesn't take himself too seriously, but that's part of the fun for him. he loves making people laugh with his performances.

jazz: i feel like jazz could go either way. king, queen, something in between, he just likes the performance of it. it's a great way to let loose and connect with his love of music and performance in general.

optimus: surprise! while i don't think optimus would be a full on performer because of everything else on his shoulders, that doesn't mean he doesn't get up to some stuff in private. it's kind of nice, being someone else for a while. he doesn't let himself get too engrossed in his fantasy, but he won't deny, he's a pretty femme.

[nrcbookclub]

Maybe? I think that’s something you should ask him, but Snitches is very helpful for me!

*Trystia makes a face of realization and nods*

Makes sense, then. I can bring you new foods to try, if you’d like?

*Trystia leans into the infirmary, looking a little sheepish. Her bangs, typically purple have been redyed to a sage green color*

Hey Vern, how’s it going? I heard there was another overblot, so I waited a bit to come. But uh, I redyed my hair to my current favorite color. I figured it was time for a change, does it look good?

*She fully enters, waiting for his response*

-Trystia, @nrcbookclub

*he looks up from some paperwork with a smile. His makeup carefully concealing any exhaustion*

Hello, Tryst! Yeah.. there um.. was another, but everything seems fine now. I was just finishing the paperwork on it.

*he smiles warmly as he looks at her hair*

I umm... think the green looks lovely on you

[rosiewantstowrite]

Nanami's sports (more in depth)

alright, I already had this one in the drafts, so I'm just gonna post it and continue to post them as individuals. feedback is appreciated :)

⚾ Nanami (junior) plays: baseball, badminton, basketball, lacrosse, soccer, and golf.

》 baseball is his sport! he's good at it, he loves it, and it's just fun to him. it's the one he really tries his hardest in, despite still trying hard in other sports, this is the one he puts 1000% into. despite being naturally gifted, he learned how to get much better at the sport, which is another reason why he loves it so much - he got good at it on his own. he’s an incredible pitcher, he throws fast and hard, and most people have a really hard time batting when he’s pitching. he also loves winking at you when he throws a winning pitch. his hand-eye coordination is also something to be impressed by. it’s almost instinct for him to know where the ball is and the best way for him to catch it. if he’s not pitching, he’s usually on second base, or center field, and his catching abilities help him get other players out often.

》 badminton is the sport that he really enjoys because he doesn't have to get too competitive. he mostly just plays for fun because he likes it, not because he feels the need to try hard (bc nanami doesn't want to try super hard in more than one sport lmao).

》 basketball is the sport that nanami puts the least amount of effort into lmao. he does that because he knows that everyone, especially gojo, is going to put at least 100% into it. he enjoys playing and he does try when the opportunity comes his way, but otherwise he doesn't care too much.

》 lacrosse is a sport that nanami puts 100% into for other people (read as: mostly for yuji). he wants to show his juniors that he cares about their sport just as much as they care about his (I'll get into that in the freshmen's part).

》 soccer, similar to lacrosse, is another sport that nanami puts 100% into, especially for others. he also enjoys getting out some of his aggressions - that he doesn't usually let out - during games.

》 golf, similar to badminton, is a sport that nanami is not competitive at all in. he just plays for fun and doesn't really care about who wins or how many points he makes. the others will usually join him when he wants to play, he usually doesn’t mind too much.

<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3

a/n: hope yall enjoy this as much as the other 🫶🩷