#WAIT I NEED TO TURN ONE OF THEM INTO MY PFP

[saetiate]

i love them ohmygod... (this is official merch! you can find it here)

[mimiii-3]

im OBSESSED with saboteur!! also off topic but pizza steve pfp a throwback i love it 😭. what if reader runs away and the gotham city sirens (ivy, harley, catwoman…) or like what if they get kidnapped and turned into a meta!! maybe like x-23 or jinx from arcane!! i also can’t help but imagine she’s like okay fuck yall and frees darling and they run off together LOL.

Yay, I’m glad! Yes, the pizza Steve pfp might be revealing my old age😬

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Saboteur: Cherry Bomb

Yandere Platonic Batfam x GN Neglected Reader

Extra notes: criminal activity, jumping/physical assault, dangerous use of explosives, blood/gore/violence

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What if batsib makes some new and dangerous friends…

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You trudge through the trash-flooded streets of Gotham. Eyes peeled and waiting to find even a fraction of crime. You needed to vent. Every Gotham-mite knows the best way to relieve your pent up feelings is a good ol’ fashioned beat down.

Your aching heart befuddles your common sense and you drift through a series of dark alleyways. You fiddle with the combat knife tucked in the pocket of your hoodie.

A distant screech catches your attention. You jog towards the direction of the shrilly scream. As you round the corner, the violent scene unfolds before you.

A small woman, cowers against a dumpster as three armed men jeer and kick at her. Her tattered clothes are covered in blood, a result of their nail-covered baseball bats.

One of the men looks freakishly tall, maybe inhumanly tall. The other two have a strange green substance oozing out of their tear ducts.

You act on instinct and bark your demands, “Leave her alone you creeps!”

You pull out your knife and flick it dangerously between your fingers. A simple trick you had learned from the internet but it might be enough to scare the perps off.

Your trick and strong words fall flat and the three masked men turn to face you. The tallest one of the group grins. There’s something eerie about the way he looks at you. Like a supple piece of fruit, ripe for the taking.

You soon realize you’re in over your head as they stalk towards you. “Go, run!” You shout to the distressed woman. She takes one last look at you before high tailing it out of the alley.

You try to run back from the way you came but a pair of scarred arms warp around you. You kick at the assailant’s knee causing him to hiss angrily.

The tall one reaches out to grab your neck and you jam the knife into his wrist. The tall one seems unfazed by your attack and pulls the jagged knife from his arm. He turns the knife back on to you and drags it lightly across your jaw.

The knife pierces your skin and you can’t help but whimper in fear. Where was your family when you needed them?

Before you can fall into a pit of despair, a small red ball rolls past you and bumps against the dumpster. The two infected attackers lean closer to get a better look.

“Hey, I think it’s a-” The one man’s word are cut short as the blast from the small sphere tears his face off. The other man rolls in agony, having sustained horrific burns from the bomb.

While you survey the carnage before you, a ‘crack’ comes from the man behind you. The arms around your torso grow limp and his body slumps to the ground.

Too scared to turn around, you hold your breath and pray you aren’t next.

“Hiya, Suga’!”

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Extra notes: yandere platonic Harley (and other birds of prey members) perhaps😌

Tag list:

@jjsmeowthie

[strafepanzer]

shoot your shot

k.bakugo | collab intro + m.list

▸ ▸ ▸ warnings: 18+! prohero!bakugo, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, alcohol, dubcon if you really squint

▸ ▸ ▸ wc: idk dude sorry

▸ ▸ ▸ a/n: hbd king! make sure to check out the other writers on the m.list and enjoy!!!

Among the thousands of replies, your pfp caught his eye.

anyone will do, huh?

Bakugo reads over the words a few times. Sure, his alcohol-induced thirst trap selfie was… out of character, but this from you?

Surely, it's an impossibility. He rubs his eyes and falls back into the black, plush leather of his couch, clicking your profile and scrolling through it. You're the quiet girl with the nice tits from insurance, the only person at the agency that he has anything remotely akin to a crush on.

You were there tonight in electric orange and black, stuffed into a booth with the other agency girls; your group sporadically sent him drinks-- those damn daiquiris-- and judging from the laughter pouring out of your booth, you all enjoyed watching him down them.

The one and only Dynamight downing bitch drinks? Hilarious, apparently.

The night got hazy, but he vaguely remembers getting you one-on-one at some point, remembers flashes of your smile, runs of your laughter, and your birthstone pendant hanging on a gold chain just below your collar bone.

Your delicate fingers on his forearm.

His teeth grind together, nostrils flaring as he reads over your words again, fingers flexing before he gropes his bulge. Your voice, seemingly teasing, rings through his brain melodically, but no matter how hard he closes his eyes, he can't remember the interaction.

What did you two talk about? Were you flirting with him? Fuck, did he miss his chance? If he concentrates, he can see the shimmer of your lipgloss reflecting the neon lights in that shitty bar, but everything else is radio silence.

A ding, then a notification flags across the top of his screen: 1 Photo Attached. He taps it and bites his bottom lip.

You're smiling at the camera, winking and throwing up a peace sign in front of expensive looking double doors. Familliar double doors. He recognises the gold embellishments and black glass tinted so dark, its impossible to see through from the outside.

A selfie in front of his apartment building.

Another sound and,

Typing…

Typing…

Typing…

Appears in the chat. He feels stupid just waiting, but if you're really coming onto him, he needs to not scare you away.

gonna buzz me up, mr hero?

He's on his feet at an almost embarrassing speed, unlocking the front door and sending you his floor and room number in the chat.

Then, he paces, pours himself a glass of water, and waits.

Your knock is faint, and he wonders if you've sobered up some, briefly hesitating at the doorknob. He looks through his spyhole and sees you looking this way and that, shifting nervously and fiddling with your hair.

He tugs the door open and leans against it, eyes staring you down. You blink and take a short breath, eyes scanning his naked torso, briefs, muscular thighs--

He clears his throat. "You look nervous."

Your eyes on his leave him a little starstruck. Sure, youre pretty to admire from afar, but up close? He's stupid for getting wasted and forgetting what he said to you.

"Liquid courage has thoroughly worn off." You agree with a nod and a nervous yet dazzling smile.

Fuck, he's so done for.

"Just to be clear, you hit me up." Bakugo says, opening the door and giving you space to enter. "I'm not holding you here against your will."

"What? No, yeah, I totally take the blame on this, one million percent." You agree, stepping into his apartment. He watches your ass in that tight dress as you walk past him, savours the scent of your perfumed skin while you're in his vicinity. "I just thought-- oh my gods," you turn to face him, embarrassed. "This is ridiculous, isn't it? I thought you were like... sending me signals at the bar."

He probably was, but he cant fucking remember.

He gestures for you to follow him into the living room. "I was wasted."

"You grabbed my ass and called me sexy." You laugh, kicking off your heels before stepping onto his carpet.

"Fat fuckin chance, sugar tits." He grumbles, embarrassed by his drunken antics, but then you're grabbing his hand and tugging him back half a step. Before he can even gasp, your lips are on his, your hands pulling him down to you, your tongue running along his lips.

"Yeah, you called me that, too." You breathe, nose to nose as you stare into his eyes.

His hands finally find your waist. "I didn't think you'd be this forward."

"This is how forward you were with me at the bar." You frown then, head tilting to the side. "You honestly don't remember? Now I feel like a predator."

He laughs, then, something full bodied and joyous. "Trust me, sweetheart, you're the prey here."

All logical thinking flies out the window the moment his lips meet yours again. Your bag drops to the floor as he devours you, hands bunching up that little orange dress at your waist and lifting you to wrap your legs over his hips.

You moan when he grinds his length up against you. "Oh my god, are we doing this?" You ask, his mouth assaulting your neck, littering it with kisses and nips as he walks you to his bedroom.

"It's my birthday," he rasps, revelling in the taste of you, the feel of you. It's one thing coveting something, but it's another to finally have it in your hands.

"Happy Birthday, Katsuki." You kiss him on the top of his head, wrapping your arms a little tighter around his neck.

"Being cute isn't gonna make me go any easier on you." He promises, dropping you onto his bed. You just laugh and pull your dress over your head, reaching behind your back to unclasp your bra.

"I came prepared to go down on you, but this kinda feels like you want a little more from me." You admit as he tugs off his briefs and covers you with his body.

"What gave you that idea?" He grins, palming your tits and dragging those battle worn hands down your soft torso to rest at your hips. "You sure you're okay with this?"

"What? Yes." You breathe, reaching down to ghost your fingers over his throbbing cock. He hisses before you grip it properly, with purpose, and begin pumping him slowly with your bottom lip between your teeth.

"Fuck," he curses softly, making light work of your panties and kissing you, bucking instinctually up into your hands. "I need to be inside you," he demands huskily, biting down on your lip and looking into your eyes for permission.

"Y-yeah, I want it," you nod feverishly as his fingers test your wet heat, rubbing and probing before sliding in.

"Shit," he huffs as you throw your head back, his fingers exploring you and stretching you out. "Fuck, I can't wait, are you good to go?"

"Stop talking and fuck me, Katsuki," you moan, laying there with your chest heaving and lipstick smudged.

His hands grope your thighs, pushing them up and opening yourself to him. With a curse at the tip of his tongue and his teeth in his bottom lip, he lines himself up and pushes forward.

"Oh--" you moan, before your hand slaps over your mouth.

Bakugo let's you silence yourself while he adjusts to the toe tingling feeling of being inside you. It's heavenly, but it feels like sinning. He pulls back a little before pushing forward, notices your free hand fisting his scarlet sheets beside your head.

After a few more testing thrusts and he stills inside you, his body covers yours, those big, calloused hands drawing up your forearms to interlock your fingers beside your head.

"I wanna hear you cry while I ruin you, pretty girl. You okay with that?" He asks lowly, voice almost a growl.

"Fuck, oh fuck, Katsuki it's so big," you babble, bordering incoherent already.

A feral grin grows on his face. He's gonna fuck you stupid.

"It's okay, baby, you can take it, I know you can," he mumbles condescendingly, kissing your nose gently, then your lips. "As a present, for my birthday."

He can't wait any longer, hips rocking into you, shallowly grinding, searching for that spot deep inside you that makes you moan. You're already gasping, eyes watering as your mouth hangs open, fingers flexing in his grip as your chest starts to heave.

You really are gorgeous like this, panting and wanton beneath him. Ideally, he'd make you cum a few times before he does, but he's been half mast all fucking week, and he really can't wait to fill you up.

"Sorry, baby, I can't hold back anymore." He kisses you deeply, before letting go of your hands and pushing your legs up, hands gripping the backs of your knees, then bruising at your thighs.

He licks his lips, pulls out, and hammers back in. You yelp, but he does it again, setting a pace that wouldn't be sustainable for your average man. It boosts his ego that he's gonna ruin other people for you, but the little breathy ohmygodkatsukifuck that leaves your lips while you scratch at his back is probably going to ruin other women for him.

Shit, your smell, the way you taste and feel-- you're sucking him back in when he tries to pull out, pussy hellbent on milking him before he's done with you. He kisses you while he fucks you, sloppy and messy and wet, and in moments you're a howling mess.

He swallows your cries as your whole body tenses, but he doesn't let himself cum with you, fucking you through it instead.

"Nonononononono..." you mutter, fingernails digging into his traps as you shake your head, pushing him away. "Stop stop, I'm gonna--"

Bakugo's heart flutters, grin feral. "Gonna what? Gonna what?" He grits, continuing to fuck you.

"Gonna-- hnghh!" You tense again, and as he fucks back into you, hot, wet squirt splashes against his groin, dripping all over the both of you and darkening those scarlet sheets maroon.

"Oh shit," he breathes, the feeling of it, the sight of you, the sound of his wet skin slapping against yours sending him over the edge as he fucks his cum into you, filling you up.

You're still mumbling incoherent nonsense when he collapses on top of you, your hands over your face in what he comes to realise is mortification.

"I'm s'sorry, oh my god, what was that? I'm so embarrassed, I--"

"Hey hey hey, are you crying?" He frowns prying your fingers from your face.

"I wet the bed in front of you!" You almost shriek, but he's just glad you're not crying. "Not just any guy, but you!"

"Yeah, and it was the hottest thing ever." He grins, feeling calm for the first time in a long time. "Fuck, I don't even care how the PR team are gonna react; getting you to squirt on me makes it worth it. I'm guessing you don't do that often?"

"Often? I never do that."

"Baby, that was hot as hell." He kisses you, then rolls over, bringing you with him.

"Happy Birthday, I guess?" You smile then, resting on his chest, drawing a finger over one of his more jaggered scars. "You don't remember what you said to me at the bar, do you?"

"I remember your tits?" He shrugs, still riding that post-orgasmic high. You laugh, and when you don't elaborate, he taps your chin so you look up at him. "What did I say?"

You start getting a little shy again. "You asked me on a date, said you were gonna take me somewhere, anywhere I want."

"I did, did I?"

"Mm, then you kissed me and claimed it was your birthday present from me."

"Fuck off," he chuckles then, embarrassed. "What a loser."

"Then I saw your... proposition online..." You mumble, eyes back on that scar.

"If it makes you feel any better, I'm deleting that post, but my offer to you still stands."

"Even though you don't remember making it?"

"Baby, I just filled you with my cum, and I'm feeling like I'd like to do it again real fuckin soon. And maybe even again after that." He pulls you closer, so you're straddling him properly, your lips hovering over his. "If you'll let me."

"I don't know if that's your twisted way of asking me out or if you're looking for a fuck buddy." You pout.

"You wanna be my girlfriend?" He asked, slightly shocked at the thought. Shocked, but not against it.

"Yeah, I do." You smile, that so pretty smile.

"Well shit, when are you moving in?" He asks, half joking.

You laugh, kissing him on the cheek. "Shut up, do you mean it? You really wanna date me?"

"Yeah, I do." He says, heart hammering in his chest.

"Good, thats-- that's good."

"It is, isn't it? Now that we have that outta the way," he sits up, keeping you in his lap. "Round 2 in the shower?"

"You'll have to carry me, I still can't feel my legs." You smile.

"Maybe the bitch drinks weren't such a bad idea, after all." Bakugo grins, pulling you close in a slow, deliberate kiss.

[partycatty]

So ive been obsesed with janet cage since she appeared in the end of mk1 and now shes finally being released with peacemaker and im desperate for something ANYTHING PLEASE 🙏 😭

YOURE SO ME FR I LOVE JANET SO MUCH GENUINELY i need her so bad she's my pfp and banner on discord rn HAHA thank you for sharing your thoughts bc i was so afraid i was alone HEHE

janet cage > this one's for you, baby!

janet's got a wittle crush on the reader, and will go to stupid lengths to show herself off

notes: you're in the genderbent universe :3 but because i'm stupid, the chosen ones' names are gonna remain the same because i couldn't think of a genderswapped name for them and wasn't about to do them dirty with new names LMAO

[ masterlist ]

it was only a couple months into training, and things were looking... decent? at least, you could consider yourself improving. sure, combat was something you trained in, but when it came to you versus whatever horrors outworld contained, you tugged at the collar of your shirt.

janet, however, seemed unfazed. actually, she seemed ecstatic! you'd seen a couple of her movies and knew she could kick ass if needed. her physique impressed you, as did her endless charm and effortless ability to piss the swordswoman off. her attitude was brushed off for your sake. you knew she had just gone through a messy divorce with her ex-wife, is in talks of selling her mega mansion, and new roles were coming up dry. you'd think she'd be bitter but it turned out to be quite the opposite. her typical swagger and flourished gestures tore you from your thoughts.

"there she is!" janet exclaims, swinging a toned arm around your shoulder and tugging you close to her side. "you miss me? i bet you did!" you recall the last time you interacted with her: lunch. twenty minutes ago. even still, her perky attitude flustered you quicker than you'd like to admit.

"suuure," you sarcastically reply, hoping to toy with her ego a bit. "as if i didn't see you at lunch."

"it's hard to not miss me when i'm not around," she sighs dramatically, as if she has the hard life. "no need to lie to me, babe. you love having me around." your insides twist at the name. as you eyes are downcast, janet's eyes light up more than usual with a slight blush to her cheeks.

"whatever you wanna believe, miss A-List," you swat her arm, and she removes it though her grin remains unfaltered. janet pauses for a moment, lifting her sunglasses from her eyes and settling them on top of her head. you're winded by her beauty. you had seen it on screen as mentioned before, but there was some alluring power of her eyes when they were only a couple feet from your face. janet could kick ass, but she was also a gorgeous actress.

"tell you what," she shoots a single finger gun at you, once again removing you from your daydreams full of her face... among other things. "you won't have to miss me tonight. raiden and i planned to spar after dinner. you'll watch me kick her ass, right?" there was a hint of pleading, almost nervousness in her gaze. as if she needed you to say yes. her brows knitted together for only a single twitch.

"don't sweat," you reassure her, taking her strong hands in yours with a soft smile. "i'll be your cheerleader." with your confirmation, you turn on your heel and head the other direction to tend to your own duties. what you don't notice, however, is janet whooping to herself as soon as your back is turned.

just as the sun hits golden hour, you and the girls are waiting by the sparring ring. raiden stands straight, hands behind her back as she waits for her opponent to arrive. and so she does. janet comes jogging into view, waving at the crowd of monks and earthrealmers. she waves and smiles, blowing kisses to an unamused audience. she acts like it's another one of her performances. liu kang rolls her eyes.

"i bet your chakram hat that janet gets her ass kicked," you mutter to kung lao, who stood beside you with a smirk. she nudges your shoulder.

"aren't you supposed to be on janet's side?" kung lao mumbles back with a knowing grin. when you return with a perplexed frown, she scoffs. "everyone and their mother could figure out you're into her."

your cheeks puff up out of frustration, ready to rip kung lao a new one for being so loud and direct, but you see a hand snap in your face. snapping your neck to the source, you meet your eyes with janet's, who was leaning down to catch your attention.

"hey hey, eyes on me, sweet thing," her voice feels like honey when it drops low, and you snap back to her attention with a dazed look in your eye. your heel drives into kung lao's foot when you hear her snicker. "atta girl, check this out." a part of you dies inside from embarrassment. damn her and her confidence.

the spar begins, and admittedly it's evenly matched. punches are matched with kicks, parries and dodges slightly rile the crowd up from how equal the combat is. while raiden is calculated, janet is quick, and it becomes apparent that janet actually has a good chance.

that is, until she successfully knocks raiden to the ground. she's doubled over in pain, trying to prop herself up enough to come back from the near-knockout. janet winds up a fist almost comically, winding it in circles with a grin. just before she lands the blow, she turns to you with a beaming, cocky grin.

"this one's for you, baby!" janet shouts out, pulling her sunglasses down with her other hand to wink. before you could even consider being flattered, raiden flips up and shifts her weight, readying a godlike kick.

WHAM!

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janet sits awkwardly on the cot, fidgeting with the now broken pair of sunglasses in her hands. she can't seem to bring herself to focus on you, even as you're leaning into her to wipe her wounds.

"you should have been more careful," you gently scold her, holding her face up by her chin to wipe the dried blood on her nose. "i don't need the whole show to be impressed, janet."

she smiles lazily, eyelashes fluttering as she inspects your features. "did i at least look hot getting my nose broken?"

you want to sigh and scold her further, but you decided to indulge in her entertainment and smile back, and janet visibly tenses up at your warm stare.

"very."

her lazy smile turns into a lopsided grin as she realizes you're calling her hot. not that her ego needed it really, she knew she was hot. but you saying of it all people, dear lord she was reeling. although she was an actress, a damn good one, you could see she was visibly straining herself from losing it. so, considering you had the upper hand, you hold her face by her cheeks and squish gently with a teasing smile.

"you're blushing."

janet frowns dubiously. "am not."

"i can see it. you're blushing." your eyes flicker between hers, and then to her lips briefly. she sucks them in, focusing on your own lips with dazed eyes.

perhaps janet could use another lesson, you think. so, instead of indulging in what you both want, you let go of her face and place the bloodied rag in a discard bin, wiping your hands on your thighs. janet freezes with a pleading look, knowing exactly what you're doing. you're playing a sick game of cat and mouse.

"where are...?" janet's voice trails off sheepishly, the hardest indicator that you've caught her off guard. she wants to stand up and follow you out, but the monks told her to stay, and a pounding migraine from the blow made sudden movement difficult.

"gotta fight for what you want, janet," you coo innocently, waving with your fingers before you exit the tent. "just don't get your ass kicked. maybe then i'll reward you."

you're not around long enough to see the steam spilling from her ears and her beet-red cheeks.

[philistiniphagottini]

hope you’re having a wonderful day nagi 🫂 let us know what you’ve been up to recently, and please please share the ideas you mentioned with chubby reader ꒰ ˊᵕˋ ꒱

i’d love to hear them ٩(˶˃ᗜ˂)و and i also have a request fur yew if it’s something you’re interested in. i’m always running back to re–read your domestic bliss event fic w childe, and so... 🙇‍♀️ could i request some more fluff / comfort with childe and fem. reader please? (chubby reader if you wanted ❤ )

‘was thinking fluffcomfort sharing a bath with him because soft nudity <33 just melting back into ajax, and fem. reader expressing her insecurities about not feeling pretty or worth enough. maybe with a hint of head massages.. or soft sweet teasing 😣😣 thank you sm nagi, keep taking care of urself dear pookie ෆ

Hey miauamy! I see your pfp has changed again and it's really cute! I'm so happy to see you back I hope you have been well since we last spoke. I always get so excited to see you, your ideas are always so lovely. And if you have anymore, please share them I'm always happy to hear them ^3^

Thank you for letting me indulge a bit with this, I low key self-projected, but I love the comfort of sharing a bath I need to do it for more characters it's a lot of fun. And oh my god I loved my domestic bliss event it was a lot of fun to write so much fluff. Guys, please let me know if you want me to do it again. I was thinking about doing it during August, because that's when my birthday is, and I wanted to do something special for it. Anyways, enough yapping I hope you enjoy~

cw. fluff, comfort, bathing, nudity but no smut, chubby reader, female reader, minors DO NOT interact

“Hey Childe, can I ask you a question? And be honest with me.”

Childe hummed in response as his body sank further into the warm waters of the bathtub, fingers tangled in his hair as he flicked out the stray beads of bubbles that had managed to somehow knot in his hair. His gaze flickered over to you as you huddled yourself on the opposite end of the bathtub. Your knees were pulled to your chest, arms hugged tight around them as you stared absentmindedly at the wisps of steam stemming from the surface of the water. Copious amounts of bubbles obscured your plump figure beneath the water’s surface, the suds clinging to your skin like a second layer. 

You swallowed around the lump in your throat, tongue wetting your dry lips as your eyes continued to flick between Childe and a random spot on the light’s fixture dangling above your heads. He patiently waited for you to speak as you tried to pick the right words out of your head, turning them over and over as his gaze became lidded in contented bliss. This hot bath was doing wonders for his aching muscles and it felt like he could start to drift off as his eyes drooped. But your voice snapped him right back to attention as you asked the question that had been gnawing at the back of your mind for far too long. 

“Do you think I’m fat?” you asked, a hint of hesitance lacing your tone.

As soon as the words breezed past your lips, you desperately wished you could snatch them back and shove them down your throat. You shyly peered up at Childe beneath thick lashes as they fluttered over your hot cheeks, a fresh wave of embarrassment eating away at your nerves when you took one look at Childe’s face. His eyebrows had shot up to his hairline as he gave you an incredulous look like you had just slapped him across the face, the hit dazing him and still stinging even after he took a few seconds to process what had been said. Childe cocked his head to the side, his single earring gently clinking as the ruby gleamed under the soft light. 

“Why the sudden question?” he asked cautiously. 

You shook your head, knees pressed tighter to your chest as your heart threatened to jump straight out of your throat. You swallowed it back down with a shuddering breath, pulse pounding in your ears like the loud beat of a drum as an immense wave of guilt sank its icy fangs into your bones. You shouldn’t have said anything. You should have kept your thoughts to yourself. You hated how such a simple question was already sending your mind into a tizzy, crystalline tears pricking in the corners of your eyes as you fought them back. Being this vulnerable certainly wasn’t as easy as shedding a few layers of clothes. You took a deep breath and you hated the little sniffle that grated against your ears as you tried to let the scent of expensive oils curl in your lungs and calm your frantic nerves.

“Forget I said anything” you stammered. 

Childe hated the way your nose scrunched up and despite his rugged looks and haggard body, he felt the overwhelming urge to coddle you. He raised his hand and beckoned you to come closer.

“Come here” he softly cooed. 

You shook your head as you dabbed your fingers under your eyes, trying to stem your flow of tears. You planted your feet firmly on the bottom of the tub and refused to budge. 

“No” you defied, yet there was hardly a trace of fight in your voice. 

“Come here” Childe urged, his voice turning into sickly sweet honey. 

You hesitate and that’s when Childe choose his moment to strike. The moment your tense muscles relaxed, his hands shot out and wrapped around your ankles. You barely had time to react, your loud shriek echoing off the tiled walls as his strong hands curled into your skin and you were pulled into his direction. Water sloshed and spilled over the lip of the tub as Childe caught you in his grasp, strong hands gripping your plump hips and soft stomach as he dragged your naked body into his lap. The tips of your ears burned red hot as your knees fell beside his hips and you squirmed, but he was not letting go of you that easily. 

“What’s wrong love?” Childe asked, cooing your name softly.

You pressed the seam of your lips into a tight, thin line as you shook your head again, tussling the stray beads of water out of your hair. You placed your hands on his chest, gently shoving him away to create some distance between you. You must be heavy sitting on top of him like this and you would hate it if you caused him any amount of discomfort. You refused to look at him, a small pout tugging at your plump lips as your cheeks puffed up. 

“Nothing” you lied. 

A soft chuckle breezed past Childe’s lips at your defiance, a patient smile stretching his lips as he brushed the hair out of your glassy eyes and tugged the long strands behind your ears. 

“It’s obviously something if you’re being a pouty baby about it” Childe countered, gently prodding at you. “Come on, tell me.”

You squeaked as he bounced you in his lap, legs shifting beneath you to better hold you closer. You could feel his thunderous heartbeat dance beneath the palm of your hand, the tips of your fingers tingling as they pressed against the deep scar that was slashed across his ribs.  

“It’s nothing” you said. “I’m just fat and ugly.”

A sharp hiss whistled through your teeth as Childe pinched your round cheeks with his calloused fingers, tugging on your skin until you started to make a fuss. There was a small pinch between his brow, but his expression eased when he next spoke.

“No one is allowed to speak ill of you” Childe reprimanded. “And that includes you.”

You weakly swatted at his hands until he decided to relent. Your cheeks were hot with embarrassment but you couldn’t find the strength in yourself to move away from Childe. It was nice, being pressed this close to him as he gently eased your worries with each passing moment. You stuffed your dry lips between your teeth, idly chewing on the cracked and peeling skin as you softly sniffled. 

“Be honest. I am fat” you muttered, letting go of your bruised lips as a dejected sigh blew past your lips.

“You are not” Childe immediately responded. 

The nasty thoughts itching at the back of your skull paused in their relentless onslaught as your ears perked up. His voice sounded so genuine and sincere that you were inclined to believe him. But the seeds were already so buried deep within your heart and soul that just a few words of affirmation weren’t quite enough to simply uproot them. Childe squeezed your soft stomach into the palms of his large hands until the soft pudge spilled between the splayed digits. You squirmed from the attention, not quite used to having your love handles squeezed so fondly. 

“You’re like a little chubby bird” Childe said, plucking words out of his head as he looked thoughtful. “They’re round and cute. How could you hate such innocent, soft creatures?”

A disgruntled noise bubbled up your throat as you buried your flushed face into the crook of his neck, hiding your unshed tears as you nudged your head into his damp skin.

“Stop” you complained. 

Even if you grumbled about it, your body was completely relaxed around him and your words were starting to lose its bite. Since you were content to keep your face pressed so close to him, Childe thought it was the perfect opportunity to reach for the shampoo bottle sitting perched next to him. He swiped it from its spot and popped the cap to it, briefly pressing it to his nose as the scent of passion flowers tickled his senses. You nuzzled your face deeper into his neck as Childe massaged his fingers through your hair, lathering the shampoo into your locks as he gently teased the tangles out. Your eyes slipped close in the silence that followed, the nasty thoughts that had bubbled to the surface finally sinking back into the abyss where they belonged. Your ears pricked forward as Childe decided to speak again, letting the thoughts in his head flow out without rhyme or reason, yet done with so much practiced ease that you felt like he had said them over and over again. 

“You know, I sometimes wish you could see yourself through my eyes. You’re beautiful. Even if you gained weight, you’d still look gorgeous to me. You’re healthy and perfectly fine with just the way you are. And I’ll keep telling you and proving you wrong no matter how much you bad mouth yourself. You’re my sweet girl and nothing is going to take you away from me.”

It took you a long moment to process his words as he continued to rub his fingers along your scalp. You melted into his touch, a contented purr rumbling in your chest as your body thrummed with content. You smiled softly as you pressed your cheek into his shoulder, looking up at him with eyes just as dazed as your mind. 

“Has anyone ever told you how much of a sweet talker you are, Tartaglia?” 

He shrugged his shoulders in a nonchalant roll, forcing you to move your head as you pressed closer to him. His lips brushed against the tip of your nose as he chuckled softly, the faintest hint of sparkle in the depths of his azure gaze. 

“I’m a debt collector, sweet talking is part of the deal.”

You hummed softly as you poked your fingers into his side, your fingertips tickling his ribs as you idly traced the dips of his scars. Not even that was much of a distraction as he finished lathering your hair in sweet scented shampoo, the tips of his fingers already pruning from how long you had both been soaking in the tub for. . 

“Feel a bit better?” he asked. 

You hummed in agreement. “A bit. Thank you.” 

You briefly pressed your lips to his cheek. When you pulled back, your nose crinkled. 

“I think you should wash your hair too. It smells like a battlefield.”

[midnight1nk]

So, this week's episode...

[spoilers below cut]

ooooh, a Luigi-centric episode? This will be interesting :)

(the following is my live reaction:)

we gotta have the sponsor, also hi Mario :D

Happy Memes Giving, guys!

Oh god, the Team's already killing me with the found family stuff, STOP IT /j So much going on, I need to go frame by fram:

I love that SMG3's talking to SMG1 and 2 here

Return of the Side Characters (TM)

SMG4, Mario, and Meggy are such a trio, that we need to come up with a name. Well, we already have the Star Trio (Four, Three, and Mario) so hmmmmm,

The Primaries (as in the primary colors and also being main characters) "But Meggy's orange-" Shhhhh, don't look too much into it, also a version of Meggy wore yellow in the Inside Out episode

I saw InkCap going around which is honestly a good one too

The Sillies (??? /hj)

The 3 Musketeers

I got nothing lol ANYWAY, Tari and Saiko are adorable honestly

Listen, I am a Megari shipper but also a multishipper soooo "wow, two cakes :) "

Kaizo's here too, hell yeah

Melony, Bob, Boopkins, and JubJub.... found family, please? 👀

sorry I just love this so much. If the Team's gonna do a Christmas episode, can we have a scene like this? I already wanted to be 3 and 4 just going shopping together to buy the gifts but it would be sweet to see everyone at the Castle opening their presents. We gotta keep going

Turning Red reference! That somehow fits Luigi perfectly

That's actually very sweet of you, Mario

OH that's right, Mario tried to do a Thanksgiving feast last time and that didn't go so well

It turns out that anyone can cook, and Mario has improved his skills. Anything is possible, very inspiring. Be like Mario :)

"Maybe I really am adopted." PFFT sorry that somehow got me

Aww, Luigi, it's okay. Anyone can have bad days, but you always have your bro to lean on.

....oh shit, what a jumpcut.

oh nooooo, I feel so bad for Meggy CAN I GIVE HER A HUG PLEASE?!

also Three, really? Or are you just putting up a front and do actually care? Because you didn't need to come, but you did anyway. (Unless you were, like, forced to.) We all saw what you did in the "Welcome to Puzzle Park" episode, you tried to save Four & Mario. I suspect that Three's like "Mario went along and did something stupid...again." Well, Three, what else did you expect? Besides, Mario did it for his bro

Mario could handle eating poison sooo it's must've been that bad of a food poisoning. at least he's alive

also TARI NEEDS A HUG TOO, THANK YOU SAIKO FOR COMFORTING HER

and ooohh, Karen feels upset about it too. After all, it was thanks to Mario, Karen was able to bond with her kids.

NOOO LUIGI DON'T FEEL BAD, YOU DIDN'T MEAN FOR THAT TO HAPPEN

holy shit, that car was just speeding (very realistic tbh)

oh hey Old Man, you're free!

[*looks at watch*] Eh, screw finals. It's time for my daily heartattack

OH the voiceacting! Hell yeah!!!

woah Luigi, you were so lucky... OMG PFFT I did not expect the truck to just crash into an orphanage

He did it!

oh Mario got out of the coma, hooray!

also very accurate pfp

"HI GUYS!" "Hi Steve!"

...wot?

they really are brothers :)

(mario without his mustache is still cursed)

ay the alarmo reference is back!

HEY don't you start comparing them! he's doing a fantastic job >:(

HOLD UP LUIGI GOT SOME MOVES, GO LUIGI GO

[*sigh*] how did we get here for this direct to be accurate?

Four still having a grudge against nintendo is so funny to me for some reason

BREAKING NEWS?!

can we have powerpoint presentations on the Wii from now on?

"Year of Luigi 2" I honestly wouldn't be surprised if they did that in real life bc Year of Shadow is doing so good right now

wait... don't tell me... WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE GONNA KILL HIM OFF

AAAWWWWWW DUDE STOPPPPPP

TRUE SIBLING MOMENT

HOLY SHIT THIS ANIMATION HOLD UP

wait a second... OMG, IS THAT A REMIX OF PHOENIX WRIGHT CORNERED THEME IN THE BACKGROUND??!??!?!?!?! WHOEVER PUT THAT IN THERE, THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU

THE BROTHERSHIP MEME, love that

HOW DARE THEY USE MY OWN WEAKNESS AGAINST ME? THAT'S NOT FAIR WTF

LOOK AT ME, NO DON'T LOOK AT ME /ref

can we give a round of applause for this one bc wow this was incredible

anyway, congrats to _SunFlower_sl for your art being featured in the credits 🎉 as it turns out, it's 3&4 as Sonic & Shadow which is honestly perfect (manifesting 3&4 to join Mario in a future Sonic Movie 3 episode, fuck it I'm gonna write it)

actually, this might be a sign hmmmmm

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

BRAVO! BRAVO! This was an amazing episode! I was already in a great mood seeing that we were getting a Luigi episode but the Team really went above and beyond on this one, especially the writing. We got to see some development for Luigi too. I really did love Mario being a supportive and loving brother. As the oldest sibling, this has my stamp of approval! (No, I'm not crying, what are you talking about?) Then, just the little nods here and there with callbacks and references, I really appreciate that.

Now, let's not forget the animation, voice acting, and editing! Great job, Team, as always. You guys manage to surprise me every time. And whoever put the cornered theme, I owe you everything 💙

Overall, 1000/10, highly recommended! I do hope they continue on this streak of well-written episodes. (I wouldn't mind another funny/wholesome episode.) Give yourself a pat on the back, Team, every one of you did amazing!

That's all from me! Now, I have to go and study for uni finals, wish me luck!

[aqours]

ok i REAAAAAALLY need to make a dedicated sideblog for this shit now i realize bc this game is gonna fucking fully get me dragged into this discourse so i'm gonna make an active effort to stop putting these on main, but i can't see myself saying more beyond this in general but ANYWAAAAYS

so i recently made this post about the cognitive dissonance regarding this game and people using fucking CALL OF DUTY a game that is more or less a recruitment drive to make the US military look cool and try to get kids to join up and that GTA's wanted system is actually NOT rewarding you or something to try to play a dick measuring contest with coffin but this interaction really interested me and i wanna talk about it bc i just blocked them after they refused to answer the last question but this is a very specific kind of gaslighting tactic i'm very familiar with from my own days as an anti

i think p much all of us who are used to engaging with this discourse are used to like y'know, being called awful horrible disgusting things. this is not the first time some fucking weird random person came onto my content asking me if i was a kid didler or wanted to fuck my brother. ain't gonna be anywhere near the last time either folks, but i and Lord God knows that's not the case so i don't care what a rando on the internet says but here's the thing: you can't "win" this, but they want to win it. no matter what you say you are the absolute worst kind of dreg of society that should be shot behind a barn and no amount of anything would work. if i actually pulled a list of sourced all that would have happened was they would've doubled down on calling me an inc*s*ious p*d* that I would be willing to use articles probably written by "people like me." because YOU don't care about "winning" this argument, you just wanna get the facts out on your end. it's a catch-22 folks, nothing you say will get you out of it!

i started by calling them a karen, they immediately escalated the living FUCK out of it and tried to trap me in this catch-22 to keep feeling morally superior to me. me saying i don't have such desires and never will isn't enough because i like this game. nothing but me renouncing it will change it.

but here's the thing about antis- they fucking HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE it when you turn it on them. look at the difference. look at the difference between they were the one throwing the catch-22 at me vs. the other way around. what about you? you just came onto my post to harass me, so i'll say it back. how about you? are you just accusing me of these horrible things because you are projecting your thoughts on me? you told me to get a therapist: so maybe you're the one that needs help if so!

violent video games must encourage violence, riiiiight? and you support it because it's violent. Game of Thrones had in*e*t in it so everyone who likes it also is the same. and Demon Slayer, where the pfp is from is violent, so you support it. the main protag's little sister also gets a superpowered form where she gets physically older and a tits out kinda look. so clearly YOU want to see your sister in the same way, right?

and it went as expected. you can see the tone going from smug jerking off with a shit-eating grin to just annoyed while smelling their own farts like it's a rose. and the moment i started doing the same uh i got NO fucking answers and they stormed off. i waited half an hour for a response before blocking them

so why am i typing up this walltext? because i used to be an anti. i fucking guarantee you i would've called everyone who liked this game [insert horrible things] like 7-9 years ago. so let me tell you, you know what pisses off antis more than anything? more than ANYTHING? turning this catch-22 bullshit on them. this is the only way you can end this miserable conversation without blocking them.

it's all one-sided bullshit and the moment you turn it on an anti it IMMEDIATLY shuts it down. this fucker KNEW the answer and you know it. so i wanted to share that, if you ever struggle with this shit: well the best thing you can do is block them and to give a fuck about winning their imaginary argument, but this is the only way to make the headache end otherwise. just throw the catch-22 right back and that's the end. thanks for reading!

[toska-writes]

Hi!! Your works are incredible! I love clones and platonic fics; it feels like I stumbled upon gold when I found your blog! I love all of your stories so much!

I noticed something else requested this, but it caught my eye instantly. Are you going to write a story about Little Padawan Y/N having heightened senses because of the Force and them bonding with Hunter because of the similarity? If you aren’t, that’s okay. I just love the idea!

Anyways, have a great week!!

Thanks you for the kind words! And thank you for the suggestion!

“Escape”

Paring: Hunter x GN padawan Reader (ITS PLATONIC!)

Warning: sensory overload, feeling trapped. Hurt/comfort but it’s Nothing too big

Word count: 1091

Notes: I said it once and I’ll say it again- I LOVE DAD HUNTER (and yes my pfp is new! I learned how to render slightly!)

Tech made sure that Hunters helmet blocked out as much background noise as it could.

The ringing in his ears and the weakness Hunter felt in his legs were not helping now.

As he walked through the busy streets the ache in his head seem to have no end. He didn't dare take his helmet off now- today was so much worse, the bustle of the space port that they were currently at was ungodly loud. The colors and lights that refracted off of all the different surface were blinding.

Hunter offered to go off to find some fuel instead of Crosshair. Knowing that his brother wouldn't have said anything otherwise but the constant rubbing of his eyes told him everything.

It was quite odd to see a clone trooper all the way on this outer rim planet, especially when they were supposed to be undercover, but it didn’t matter if Hunter was unable to lead- something he had to do and had to do well.

A twelik man sat on the side of the road trying to fix what looked like a radio. Coun hands fiddled with the back and another turned the dial ever so slowly.

He turned it once again and a terrible static sound blasted from the radio.

Many around held their ears as they tried to rush by, the noise continued as the twelik tried frantically to turn it off speaking his apologies rapidly to the people that passed by.

Hunter stumbled backward. The noise caught him off guard and he quickly needed to get out of there. Hunter wasn’t known to run, but this was a fight he knew he couldn’t win.

The static rattled around his scull. The noise seems to slip through the cracks of his helmet as he tried to grasp his head with his hands.

Paying no mind to anyone else on the street Hunter booked it. Every possible thing seemed to yell at him. The sweat relief of quite seemed a million miles away.

Against better judgement Hunter ripped off his helmet. Sweat started to bead at his brow and his hair stuck to the back of his neck. Head whipping all around looking for anything to help calm his senses.

He stumbled once again over his legs, the world seemed to spin and swirl.

An alley covered in shadows and safe from the heat seemed like the perfect place to escape. Even for a moment.

Hunter knew he couldn’t stay there forever, though he wish he could. He wished he could forget this loud and unruly war and just curl up forever in a cool alley like this one.

Away from everything.

“Hunter?” His head shot up quickly, a hand flew to his blaster and then to his helmet- wait where was his helmet?

His eyes cleared for a second taking in the sight in front of him through his daze.

“Hunter.” It was spoken more firmly this time. He watched as you knelt down. Slowly as if you were trying not to frighten a wild animal you held out his helmet. “Are you alright?”

You already knew the answer. Your sergeant sat in a alley missing some armor and in a panic clearly wasn’t good. You felt it.

When you arrived in the atmosphere of this planet you could already feel everything. Way too many people lived here- their heartbeats pounded your skull as you walked by, the anguish and fear some felt scared you. The different force signatures of those around were confusing and loud.

Everything was so loud.

“Kid what are you doing out here,” Hunter gasped for a moment coming back to his senses. “You were supposed to stay on the ship.”

His voice was gruff against your ears but you only drew closer to him. All the new things shouted at you but the one familiar thing called softly- almost signing a comforting song and that’s when you knew. Hunter needed someone.

“We should leave.” Your bluntness shocked Hunter for a second. He wasn’t sure how the force worked really, but your uneven breath gave him some signal that something was bothering you as well. “Crosshair doesn’t like it here, Wrecker is itching to do something and Tech’s mind is racing very loudly.”

Hunter started for a second before you added. “You don’t like it here either, I can get the fuel if you like. Go back to the ship.”

The man that sat in front of you wanted ever so badly to get off this rock as fast as possible, escape for only a moment in a place he was familiar with. A place he knew was safe.

“This was the worst planet to land on, I’m sorry kid.” Hunter sat up against the wall rubbing his face. The feeling of dread that he let his squad down with this decision plagued him.“Let’s get the fuel quickly and we can shut everyone up when we get on the marauder so somethings quiet.”

You giggled at his last remark holding out a hand to help him up. The glaze over his eyes were still present and his mind ran circle again and again, but he calmed a little knowing that they would be leaving soon. You did as well.

“Need to borrow the helmet kid?” Hunter asked as you made your way back to the busy street. “Pretty good at keeping stuff out, Tech modified it himself.”

You smiled again as you held tightly to Hunters free hand. “I don’t think you know how this really works.” You looked up at him. “But you should put it on yourself.”

“Oh.” He said quietly listening to your advice. He paused for a moment unsure of what to say. Of how to really comfort you. “Well to make it up the bunks are all your first.”

You nodded in agreement- the sounds of the world consumed you, but now you weren’t fighting this battle alone. Even if it was in your own head.

“If you can get Cross out of there first.” You joked nudging closer into Hunters side.

His presence stood out from the others. The feeling of safety radiated from his being, you could feel it when you were first introduced to the squad, when trouble surrounded you, when you were together on the marauder. You felt it now.

The alien feelings and sounds around you didn’t disappear but were quieted by the familiar feeling of safety. Of home.

Hunter was here for you now, and you would always be there for him.

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Taglist: @arctrooper69 @thereforepizza @padawancat97 @pb-jellybeans @floffytofu

[justwearthegoddamncardigan]

Hello :) can you do a request with modern Thomas again. They play just dance but since she was dumb at dancing in rythm she sing the lyric and Thomas is like « whoa that’s my girl » because he never hear her singing like that before. The music could be one republic. Please. And have a good day/night noon

Hope!!!!! This is literally the cutest idea thank you for requesting love youuuu

sorry if the middle pic is weird lol I just always see short hair in your pfps so I thought why not

Something I Need

Thomas x fem!reader

Notes: Modern AU, I don't think Something I Need is on Just Dance but it's my absolute fav one republic song I LOVE it so I had to use it, Minho is your bestie/no.1 enemy btw

Warnings: language/swearing

It's another late afternoon at Gally and Brenda's place, the light streaming through the window as the sun sinks down.

Most of the gang is slowly arriving for game night, Newt helping Brenda with food as Gally prepares the drinks, while Thomas lounges on the couch watching Ben and Winston fight over control of the music.

"No one wants Taylor Swift, bitch."

"She's good, you uncultured asshat. Give me the remote or I swear-"

The doorbell rings and Thomas rolls off the couch, snorting at his friends' antics.

"Alby!" he greets, the door swinging open to reveal his friend... holding eggs in his bare hands.

Alby rolls his eyes at Thomas' raised eyebrows. "Brenda wanted egg whites to put foam things in the drinks. I didn't want to crush them in my bag."

"Sure," says Thomas, amused.

"Hold the door!"

Thomas turns at your voice, grabbing the handle to stop the door from closing. His face breaks into a wide smile as he sees you.

"Hi," you say, grinning.

"Hey," he responds, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips. "It's good to see you."

You giggle, blushing. "Yeah, you too."

"Goddammit," says Minho, behind you in the doorway. "You two are sickening."

You and Thomas had only started dating about a week ago, so you're very much still in the honeymoon phase, much to your friends' discomfort.

"Alright!" you exclaim, clapping your hands together. "What's going on here, everyone looks bored as hell."

"They were waiting for the fun people to show up," says Minho with a smirk.

You walk in down the hallway, saying hi to Brenda and dropping the groceries she'd asked for on the counter.

"If you're so fun, what should we do?" asks Winston.

Minho exchanges a look with you, and grins. "Just Dance," he says.

"Seriously?" huffs Winston.

"Hell yes," you jump in. "I'm gonna beat you this time, Minho."

"Just Dance is lame," groans Ben, from his upside down position on the couch.

"Only cause you suck at it," you fire back. You turn to the rest of the group. "Who's playing?"

"I'm in," says Thomas, followed by Newt and Teresa.

"Who's up first?" asks Minho, scrolling through the songlist.

Teresa jumps in, taking the controller you pass to her.

Minho selects the song, and grabs the second controller for himself. "It's a 3-person dance, you want in Tommy-boy?" he waves the control in Thomas' direction.

"You're on," says Thomas.

You and Newt pile onto the couch to watch beside Ben and Winston, with Alby standing beside you.

Your eyes stay on Thomas and his dancing; awkward and not quite aligning with the character on the screen that he's meant to be matching, but so free and joyful, laughing at Minho and Teresa, and himself too. So cute.

Newt leans over and whispers in your ear. "So we agree Tommy's got no dance skills whatsoever?"

Your eyes are still caught on Thomas, as he turns to smile at you mid-dance. You let out a cheer and clap over-enthusiastically, and he laughs at your support.

"Yeah, he can't dance," you reply fondly.

"I bet you think this is the cutest thing in the world," mutters Newt, raising his brows at you.

You snort. "Yeah, I really do," you say honestly.

The song ends with Thomas almost but not quite beating out Teresa, and Minho with a score so high it's not even funny.

You cheer along with the others, as Thomas and Teresa turn to the couch to swap players. When he gets close enough, you slip a hand behind his neck to bring him closer, and pull him into a long kiss, taking the controller from his hand at the same time.

Everyone collectively groans immediately, but you just pull back and grin. "That was for good luck. Thanks, Tommy."

"Anytime," says Thomas, with a matching grin.

You turn to Newt, who's covering his eyes dramatically, and you yank him up by the arm. "Get up here with me, you're doing this."

Minho holds up his controller. "Who wants to swap-"

"Nope, you're playing another," you cut him off, shooting him a competitive glare.

Minho smirks. "This'll be easy."

"Just pick a song, losers," calls Newt, shaking his head, as if he isn't equally competitive once you start playing.

"One Republic!" you say excitedly, and Minho selects Something I Need from the menu.

The song starts softly, making it easier to keep up with the smooth, slower dance moves. But then the beat kicks in.

"Shit!" you yell, laughing. "Why's it so hard?"

The characters do a twirl on the screen, and Newt trips, cursing loudly.

You start mumbling the lyrics to yourself, to try to keep in time. Then the chorus hits, and you decide screw it.

"You've got something I need", you sing loudly, punching each dance move out to the beat.

You grin to yourself, belting the song and watching your score go up.

Thomas watches from behind you, cheering loudly. She's so damn good.

"Hey, Y/n can sing!" says Teresa, letting out a cheer as you clap your hands on the beat, the game showing an 'awesome!' over your name.

Thomas has never heard you sing like this; it's adorable, and surprisingly really good since you're dancing at the same time.

"Is she gonna beat Minho?" Thomas hears Ben ask incredulously.

That's my girl, thinks Thomas.

The song reaches the end, and you turn to your audience at the last line. "If we only live once, I want to live with you." You wink at Thomas and shoot him a wide smile with cheesy finger guns.

Your friends start yelling as the game counts up your scores, the shouts becoming deafening as your bar overtakes Minho's.

"She's done it! She's taken him down!" cackles Ben, who for all his 'Just Dance is lame' has gotten surprisingly into the game.

Minho falls dramatically, gesturing his arms towards you with a flourish. "The true champion. Here, take my crown." He lifts an invisible crown off his head and places it on yours.

"Yes, thank you very much," you say, giving your best attempt at a curtsey.

You and Minho pass your controllers to the next players, Newt insisting on another try.

"You killed it," says Thomas, grinning at you as you join him beside the couch, standing to watch.

"It was the luck you gave me before the game," you joke, leaning into Thomas.

He shakes his head, laughing. "I like your voice, by the way."

"You do? Thank you," you say.

You both laugh as Frypan hops in the wrong direction, knocking into Winston who shouts in protest.

"Hey, Y/n." You look up at Thomas. "You know, you are something I need."

"I-" you can feel the blush rising to your cheeks, and you shove him lightly. "So lame," you groan.

Thomas laughs, and pulls you back in, looping an arm around your waist.

"...I need you too, Thomas."

He smiles, and drops a kiss on your head.

-

"Oh my god- Winston, are you okay?"

This was so fun to write lolll

Sorry for how long it took, but thank you so much for requesting @hope92100 ❤❤❤

[dio-the-thot-exterminator]

whats the tumblr accounts of some of ur fav ocs like

I wanted to come up with actual usernames for them but some were taken and that's kinda awkward uhhhhhh

Becky Maurice

“You have tumblr? Ew grosss”

I love Becky but she wouldn't be caught dead on tumblr 

She's a Instagram tiktok girl sorryyy

If we are being sillay then she’d have a secret acc prlly one of those girly coquette blogs or a stan blog for cupcakke whaaaaaa

Definitely just something with aesthetic photos and gifs.

Also Becky does editing as a hobby so she might post some of her videos

If she were to interact/collab with someone it would be like those giant editing videos

(i guess this might be an instagram thing but when a lot of amv editors come together and slay)

She would only post edits that are relevant to the aesthetic and theme of her blog

also she'd delete asks and dms (if its not about collabing)   

Jia 

"What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my--"

I used an old photo i alr had oof

I don't even know but she would send a lot of hate anon

Like her whole blog is just her arguing with people.

She sends it off anon first but if someone stops replying or blocks her

She makes an another acc and goes on anon to terrorize people.

She's deff the person on live telling the opps to pull up and it's like 4 am

She got a job (a literal warrior princess) but she behave like she unemployed so she on here 24/7

I don't wanna say her blog would be like a thirst trap blog but...

if she's not arguing with ppl she's flexing on them and posting like insane workout videos.

Or sparring sessions.

or thirst traps but in a way to piss people off

She’d prlly post some sort of art too but the replies and reblogs are turned off cuz she fight with too many people hahhhhh

She’d also have to remake her blog so many times cuz she gets reported a lot

Jelly

"Actually now that i think about it she'd send anon hate too"

Jelly wouldn't use social media cuz she doesnt know what it is

But if she was stalking really liked someone she’d join.

Deff one of those accs that look like a bot

no header no pfp no posts no likes no titles or anythin

she just lurks 

or sends weird anon asks

Rurue 

"I draw her too damn much she doesn't need an image"

pink with glitter and its kinda tacky lookin with clashing colours

Her tumblr would be kinda a fandom blog?

About all her little shows that she fw

reblogging and likin everything hahaha hits the post limit everyday

she's one of the people that goes crazy in the tags

Rurue would post her fandom ocs awwww its gonna be so cute. 

Also just post images of her toys and little crafts then fucking randomly a image of her killing someone.

She gets away with it because people think it's a fake

She also doesn't know how to take good pictures so the victim is not identifiable

Octavia and Debbie

"Debbie doesn't look like that i was having trouble with her face so i covered one eye and yassified her..."

I'm grouping them together because they’d have very similar blogs.

(they are literally connected)

they are both kind of self loathing so they’d never post anything directly about themselves. 

ooo Becky would prlly find Debbie's blog and put her on blast -

"Uh look at the stupid shit debbie is posting on tumblr lets all make fun of her"

"Wait a minute becky…how’d you find that?”

“.......”

“What are YOU doing on tumblr???”  

The blogs would be a mix of like a rant vent #depression and like those early 2010 cringe like

The main difference is that debbie would be posting shit like this

and like those black and white images of crying anime girls.

Octavia would be reblogging historical art and photography etc etc

Ok thats it. Ahaha i spent to much time on this, sorry for typos <3 

[samiwife]

If you write for Mick Karn, could you make literally anything fluffy with him lol Also I love the pfp <3

Thank you, and yes of course! I can do that! Thanks 4 the request <3

Hair Dye ੈ✩‧₊˚ (Mick Karn X Reader)

𓆩♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

Mick always had crazy colors of hair, when you first met him he had pink hair. That's what made you so attracted to him. His funky style, his generosity, the way he would always make you laugh. You loved everything about him. You and Mick have been living together for a while. When living with him, you never expected the large amount of hair products in the bathroom. It took over the bathroom but you didn't mind, anything to make Mick's hair look good.

However, it's been a while since Mick dyed his hair. It was so long in fact that his hair turned naturally back. It wasn't pink anymore. You guessed he was too busy writing songs and playing bass to care for his hair color. So one day you decide to fix that. "Mick sweetie, come to the bathroom please." You called out to him. Mick was in the other room writing. Mick walks into the bathroom to see a small stool and numerous bottles of hair dyes laid out. "What's all this darling?" Mick asked looking at the bottles.

"Well since you haven't been coloring your hair, I've decided to help you dye your hair." You explained while putting on gloves. Mick smiled and sat on the stool you put down. "What color do you want Mick?" You asked while pointing at the bottles of dyes. "Hmmm, maybe blonde with pink bangs," Mick said smiling. You nodded and grabbed the blonde hair dye.

You read the instructions on the bottle and followed them. You put some dye in your hands and rubbed it gently in Mick's hair. You made sure, it was all over and not missing a single spot. You kept asking Mick if he was okay, you feared you would hurt him. "Y/N, I'm fine. You're doing a good job, no need to worry darling." Mick said to comfort you. You smiled and completed the hair dye step. Then you took a shower cap and put it on Mick's head to keep the dye in. During the waiting time, you and Mick put on your favorite records and danced.

After 30 minutes, it was finally time to rinse. You told Mick to lean his head over the bathtub and you'll rinse for him. Mick complied and leaned his head over. You rinsed his soft hair in the tub, gently massaging his head in process. Mick was enjoying this a lot, he loved hanging out with you and loved dyeing his hair. After rinsing, you took out the hair dryer and told Mick to sit on the stool again. You dried his hair and fluffed it up.

Mick blushed at your efforts to make him pretty again. "Y/N, I'm thankful for you doing this," Mick said as you ran your finger through his hair. "Mick, I'm doing this because I love you. Plus you're my boyfriend so I love to see you happy." You said grabbing the pink hair dye. You put on the gloves again and did the same thing as the blonde hair dye step. You tried your best not to get it on Mick's forehead. This time you didn't need the shower cap because it was just a small portion of hair being colored.

Again, in waiting time you and Mick danced to your favorite beats and records. "Sweetheart, have you ever thought of dyeing your hair?" Mick asks you while holding your hands. You never really dyed your hair. It's always been the color you have now. "Not really Mick, but you can always help me if you want." You said kissing his cheek. Mick blushed, he liked the idea of dyeing your hair.

Mick also loved styling your hair too. He would try to braid it or add clips to it. He loved it the most when you wore hair barrettes and small colorful clips of butterflies or flowers. After time was up, you rinsed Mick's hair and dried it. The end result was beautiful, the pink was light but noticeable.

The blonde made Mick's eyes stand out more. You were proud of yourself and your end product. Mick's reaction was also good. He was so happy with his hair, it was fun and vibrant again. He looked in the mirror admiring your work. "Y/N, this looks amazing. Thank you."

Mick said wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you in for a kiss. You blushed and kissed his lips. "I'm glad you like it, sweetheart, that means I can always do it for you." You said hugging his waist. "Of course darling you can dye my hair anytime," Mick said resting his head on your shoulder. You giggled and held his hand as you two both admired his hair while your favorite record was playing.

[yootaesowlwrites]

Time For Bed - Dawon / Lee Sanghyuk

W/C: 1.5K

Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog or a pfp. Minors DNI or get blocked!

Prompts: "Ok, It's Time For Bed,"

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Comfort.

Age Warning: No age warning applies to this.

“Hurry, hurry, hurry, it’s going to start without you!” Sanghyuk yells from the living room, you were in the kitchen gathering the last few snacks for the movie night you had arranged. “Y/n, hurry!” You speed walk out of the kitchen and approach the couch where Sanghyuk was waiting for you with a blanket thrown over him.

“You can pause it, don’t rush me, Hyuk,” You say, but still put everything down on the table in front of the couch in a hurry. “Who knows, maybe now I forgot something in the kitchen,” He looks up at you, his face getting serious for a moment before he lifts the blanket, waiting for you to get underneath it.

“It’s later’s worries, but the movie is going to start,” He says. “Besides, you were taking so long, and I was missing you,” You shake your head, yet a smile pulls at the corner of your lips at his antics, you sit down next to him on the couch and take the corner of the blanket from him and pull it over you. He wraps his arm around your middle and grasps onto your hip before pulling you right against him and snuggling against you. “Just in time for everything to start,” He lays his head on top of your chest as you wrap your arms around him and lean your head back against the backrest.

“Hmm, even though you could have hit pause,” You whisper. The opening to the movie begins playing on the screen and movie night officially kicks off. You move one of your hands to the back of his head and slide your fingers through his locks, you were going to hold tonight close to your heart, because you knew that it would be a while before your next movie night together would be held with your boyfriend.

You didn’t blame him for being so clingy towards you lately because his schedule barely allowed the two of you to be together, he was preparing to leave in a few weeks and the company had swamped him with work and things he had to do before then, tonight was a rare occasion where you were able to spend time together, for what could be the final time for almost two years, you didn’t want to think about it, not tonight, but it seemed like your mind kept wandering back towards it, and you couldn’t focus on the film at all. Sanghyuk could hear your breathing hitch and immediately knew something was wrong.

“Baby,” He softly says as he lifts his head to look at you, he can see your tear-stained cheeks and more tears rolling down your cheek, he immediately reaches up and cups your cheeks, his thumbs rubbing over the tears, smearing them over your cheeks. “What’s wrong?” You could hear the concern in his voice, not that you needed to hear it, it was clear on his face and in his eyes.

“I just… I’m…” You struggle to find the right words to tell him. “I, my mind just, it keeps going… It keeps reminding me that there are only a few weeks left,” You sob out and drop your head, he immediately lifts your head before pulling you against him, wrapping his arms around you and gently patting your back, the movie fully forgotten now.

“It’s o-okay,” He says, his voice breaking. Seeing like this was breaking his heart, he already felt so hesitant to go, he really didn’t want to go but knew he had to. “It will be ok-okay,” He wasn’t sure if he believed it himself, but just had to. “Baby, you’ll see that the time will pass like a breeze, and there’s still vacation days in between, I can come and visit you during those times,” He could feel tears forming in the corner of his eyes, he was already stressed about having to go, but now it felt like it, he couldn’t go.

“I kn-know, but the time is approaching so quickly,” You sob and turn your head into the crook of his neck. “I just want time to slow down a little, just a bit,” He wished that too, he wished that he could stop time and spend more time with you. “I just feel like we-we haven’t got much time left,” You were both crying now, letting your thoughts and emotions pour out. “I kn-know you have to, and I know whe-when you come back, you won’t have to go again for such a long time,” His hand moves between your shoulder blades and gently rub circles. “I’m sorry for… for interrupting the movie.”

“No, no, don’t be sorry,” He quickly says and sniffs. “Don’t be, you can’t help it, the feelings you’re feeling, you can’t control them, and I don’t want to go, you know how nervous and anxious it makes me feel,” Your grip tightens in his hair, you were practically clinging to him for dear life. “But we can do this… We can do this, baby,” You could hear his tone shaking, he was trying his best to reassure you while being scared himself.

“I know we will,” You whisper. “It’s just going to be hard…” You stay in the position for a few minutes, the tears slowly stopping and drying up, the movie has become nothing but background noise. You lift your head away from his neck and place your chin on his shoulder. “Can we just go cuddle in bed?” He slowly pulls back from the hug and looks at your face.

“Ok, it’s time for bed, but we’re taking all the snacks to the bedroom, and we’re going to watch a movie there, even if we don’t finish it,” He says. “I just want to watch something with you, even if it’s just a cartoon or anime, I just want to watch something with you tonight, is that okay with you, baby?” He cupped your jaw and lightly pressed his fingers into your cheeks as he looked at you, making sure you were okay with the plan he had.

“Of course we can,” You softly say. “I just want to lay down and cuddle you properly in bed,” A small smile pulls at the corner of his lips, and he slowly nods his head. “But no rushing to move everything to the bedroom, you rushed me enough here,” He chuckles as he releases your jaw.

“I can’t promise that, but to be sure I don’t, I’ll take everything this time,” He says. You softly smile, and he gets up from the couch, and grabs onto his hand, he looks up at you slightly confused, with your other hand you grab the remote and turn the television off before tossing it onto the couch.

“Let’s just take the table to the room, it’s light, and it's going to be more convenient,” You say, his lips part before he nods his head and moves his hands to the edge of the table.

“Okay, let’s do that,” He says, you grab the edge of the table and you both slowly lift it before he begins walking backwards towards the direction of the bedroom. “You’re my eyes now, baby, don’t make me walk into a wall.”

“I wouldn’t do that to you,” You say as you glance behind him. “A little to the left,” He moves to the left and continues to slowly move backwards, you manage to make it without any incident to the bedroom and place the table down near the bed. “And did you walk into a wall?”

“No, I didn’t,” He says as he walks around the table. “Because I had an excellent navigator,” He wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer to him. “Couldn’t have asked for more,” He lowers his head and his lips touch yours before he pulls you backwards and you both crash onto the bed, which causes a fit of giggles to fall from you between kissing, you wrap a leg over his and position yourself halfway on top of his chest.

“Was that a way of thanking me?” You ask as you move your hand to his cheek and slowly trace your finger along his cheek down to his lips and slowly trace your finger over his bottom lip. “Because I sure don’t mind that kind of thank you.”

“It was, but there’s still plenty of thanks to give you,” He says and lifts his head off the bed to peck your lips. “In many forms as well,” He reaches for the back of your head before rolling you both over. “But not tonight, you’re not getting me hard tonight, I want to save that for another night,” You nod your head.

“I understand,” You softly say. “Then let’s cuddle and snuggle up and start this movie,” He lowers his head and kisses the tip of your nose before shifting you both to the middle of the bed and grabbing the remote. “I’ll be prepared for that night, I’ll start catching up on rest tonight.”

“You’re going to need it,” He whispers. That night would come the day before his enlistment and you both knew emotions would run high, and it would be a slow, passionate night.

[canyouhearthelight]

Nihilus Rex, Ch. 40: Overlapping Work

Wonder if anyone has figured out who 'Ayanti' is. Hmmmm....

Also, don't forget to keep an eye on Lash and Nils' dynamic, like @baelpenrose mentioned in the previous chapter. Huge thanks to him for helping with this chapter!

They said, "All teenagers scare the livin' shit out of me" They could care less as long as someone'll bleed So darken your clothes, or strike a violent pose Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me

"Teenagers", My Chemical Romance

Lash

Food finally settled and parents/surrogate family mollified, I took my cell out, plugged it into a charger, crammed my most comfortable earbuds in, and called Nils.  Exactly zero part of me thought this would be an easy call, but at least if I was in my bedroom I would have to moderate my tone.  The first call went to voicemail, but I was interrupted in my message by a call coming through.

“Ignore the empty voicemail,” I answered, my stomach in knots. “I called, it went to - “

“I was on the phone,” he cut me off, curt but cheery. It was bizarre, unnatural.

“That makes sense. And… I’m sorry for not responding for so long. I was working, honestly.”

“Same, oddly. Once I got over the dread, I reached out to some contacts in India and Central America, tried to do some good. How’re you holding up?” His voice was tense, but oddly light. 

“Essentially the same,” I admitted. “I’ve probably done more charity work in the last three days than I have in the last three years. Let’s hear it for effective self-flagellation, yeah?” I chuckled. “But people in hot spots now have cleaner water than they ever would have otherwise, plus vaccines they probably would still be waiting on while they die, so hey! Net neutral to killing kids….” I ground my teeth, which I was pretty sure he could hear. “I hope so, at least.”

“Yep, and a lot of necessities for an innocent little orphanage in a truly unstable part of El Salvador, some water filters in a slum in Mumbai, and a few crates of cholera vaccines, I think we managed to save more people than we’ve hurt. Offset. If it works for the wealthy it works for us. We just keep doing this.” He took an audible breath. “Funny story though, there’s some smart, determined teenager, made some good arguments, says she wants to meet the Phoenix Queen, figured out that ANothing49BCE and Nihilus Rex were the same guy. Not too hard when she’s super smart and they have the same typing style, and the same pfp, even if Nihilus tends to be much more grandiose.” His voice hardened slightly, though at what I couldn’t tell. “I told her I’d need to discuss it with you, when she asked if she wanted to join up. I told her no at first, but she did point out that she’s being forced into adult working hours by the system, so she thinks she should get adult agency to throw her lot in with people trying to overthrow it.” 

“Ugh,” I grunted. “Let me guess, this person is in an impoverished country and does some kind of child labor that doesn’t hit the radar?  It’s a thing.”

“MMORPG gold farming, yeah. I’d put money down that she’s also one of those marketing video splicers, the ones that just…churn out viral content for shows that always seem to have too much fan content to keep the conversation and hype around them up? Yeah, that’s a thing that third world teenagers get hired to do too…I gave her some load lightening bots for the first thing, can’t do shit on the second, especially since she won’t say either way.” 

I drummed my fingers on my knee. “That was prudent,” I admitted. “Even just a good keybinder lets five people take turns farming rather than grinding all at once.” Humming, I thought to myself about the deliveries I had promised to Ayanti less than twenty-four hours ago. “I may need to get this person connected to my contact in Daravi… There’s a girl in the slums who is doing great shit, honestly. And they sound like they have a lot in common.  So yeah. Put me in touch with this person. As soon as possible, preferably - monsoon season is coming in the next couple weeks, and that shit is hella unpredictable.”

“Except the cholera it brings with it. That’s very predictable, which is why my contact was real clear she wanted crates of vaccines for that specifically. I got a few thousand doses distributed in Daravi for her - they share a slum, not that that says much in a place that big. Unfortunately that’s all I could get shipped without getting some real uncomfortable questions asked by the contractors who normally supply these NGOs.” A series of taps that had to be him rapping his desk. “She’s gonna be working for another couple hours…and her boss is a real prick, I don’t speak a word of Hindi, but I can read tone well enough.”

“Nils,” I sighed. “I’m not stupid. I literally just told you I had a contact in Daravi, who I was speaking to maybe an hour before I called you. Yes. Vaccines, water purification out the ass, all that. Literally why I want these two in contact. Local networks are stronger, especially when they can coordinate.”

He grunted. “Right, I’m sorry. Uh…Yeah. I’ll ping her as soon as I can and get you two in contact.” I heard him shifting around on the other end. “Were you okay about…everything?” 

That was when something clicked. “Okay? Hell no. But… did you really think I’ve been sitting here sobbing into my hands uselessly and giving up?” I didn’t even wait for a response. “Say no, right fucking now. Because the only other option is that I am going to choke you to death in not-a-fun-way if I ever see your pasty ass face again.”

“No.” He said bluntly. “I thought you were having a nervous breakdown, which from what I’ve seen of how you react to anxiety in general - “

“Bud, you ain't seen nothing yet,” I swore. “I’ve been grinding my fingers to the fucking bone saving people in areas we don’t have influence yet.  One thousand for every one we killed. If I get close to that, I can die without regrets.  So, fuck ME if I don’t answer a few texts or calls while I’m saving the goddamned world - “

“ - was going to be either working yourself to death in a fit of conscience or doing something very risky.” He finished. “I am glad you’re trying to help people. I’m glad you’re helping expand what we’re doing and helping people that are outside where we already have reach. I still worry.”

Swallowing around the lump in my throat, I forced myself to nod even if he couldn’t see it. “Yeah. I’ve been focusing on that for the last several days. And every time I stop, I see… Why did those images have to go public? The kids…”  I shook myself, physically. Hair pins went flying in the privacy of my bedroom, hair snarling. “Your contact. Male or female?”

“Female.” His voice was flat, the same timbre it took on when he was trying not to think about something. 

“Does she speak English, or am I translating?”

“I’ve been speaking with her directly, and as I said, I don’t speak Hindi. I believe she’s pirated a language course somewhere.” 

I rolled my shoulders, because I didn’t speak Hindi, either, but there were even odds this girl spoke Punjabi. “Put her through. The Phoenix Queen would love some handmaidens, I guess.”

“That does sound like a regal thing to say.” he quipped. He keyed a call somewhere, on my phone. 

“Alright, Ayanti, this is Nihilus Rex, conferencing you in with the Phoenix Queen. We talked, we are at least open to an interview with you.” 

The second I heard the name ‘Ayanti’, I held my breath, praying it wasn’t the same person.

Unfortunately for what ending up being the rest of my life, the girl I had just been speaking to an hour and a half ago started pouring her guts out. “Queen. I am so glad I have an audience, I’ve been trying to get in touch with you - “

I couldn’t. I just couldn’t tolerate the charade any further. “Tū chupī kutī!” I shouted. You sneaky bitch. “Iha pāśa hai!” This is Lash!

“Oh fuck,” Ayanti swore. “Lash? Shit, I didn't know…”

“And you know now… Are you profiteering?”

“Nonononono! We are in need and I didn’t want to be a beggar….”

I muted my mic. “As angry as I am, she’s legit. I know her. I was literally messaging and talking to her while I was ignoring you.”

“And we are angry because..? This does make our lives slightly more inconvenient, but this is just the Bishop situation again. We both know the same capable person, who has worked with both of us. Unless we have reason to believe it’s a scam, and - be so real, Phoenix, we both hit pretty close to our limits of what we could throw at Dharavi and it absolutely did not manage to cover ALL of what they needed - she drew from two different wells of resources to get as much coverage as she could. A twerp after our own hearts.” His voice was mild, almost amused. “Though, hey, if we had a nickel for every time my guy and your guy turned out to be the same guy, we’d have a dime, which isn’t a lot but it is weird that it’s happened twice…” 

I blinked very hard. I am still, to my death, sure that I blinked “fuck you” in morse code. “Nihlus, If she had been transparent that she needed more resources, she would have had them. It’s the hiding the actual need that I’m upset about. Ayanti literally could have just avoided the confusion and gotten all resources at once.”

Ayanti cried. “No, ma’am, I couldn’t! I…you gave me a bunch, which was great, but I’m trying to get them to - “

“AYANTI!” I shouted. “Me, Rex, it’s the same source. Just tell us what you need! We can send it, we just need a heads up so it gets there before it’s too late. We’ll figure out the rest!”

“Wait, so this is going to get flagged or it isn’t?” 

No,” I assured, kindly. “I have ties in all kinds of shipping and R&D stuff. This won’t be flagged any more than anything else I’ve shipped to you. So just tell me - us - what you need, and it will get there. Let us worry about the complicated parts. We’re good at that.”

Ayanti took a shaking breath at the other end. “So…am I allowed to join with you two after all? And…what are you planning, really? What’s the plan for India?” 

Nils took a breath, and I realized as he spoke he was speaking as Nihilus. “Broadly, that’s up to the Indians. But specifically? It needs to serve the Dalits before it serves anyone else.” 

I muted my mic and tapped out a question to NIls. I am for it if you are. I know Ayanti, she’s more solid than Bishop.

I don’t love bringing a child into this shit. She made a good argument. And if you say she’s more solid than Bishop well, that’s quite an endorsement. He didn’t have to be in the room for me to see that sad, half-laughing, far-away smile on his face.

Babe, she’s an adult by her cultural standards, and I want to puke when I say that. But it’s true. She has two full time jobs and is supporting her family. May all the gods bless that she is unmarried.

I am well. WELL. Aware. How good the argument is. We can’t say she has responsibility but no agency. I just hate it. And I refuse to make any comment on relationships.

He activated his mic before I did. “The Phoenix Queen and I agree. You’re in. We’ll develop more assets in India as we go, and with your assistance.” 

[quaranmine]

The dash unfucker (tampermonkey one) currently has the fix on the most recent update. The other one should have one shortly.

thank you anon <333 i might just wait until the stylus one updates. unless it bothers me enough in the meantime to turn that off and then install the tampermonkey one instead

i sent in feedback under their contact staff page, just like i did for the other. I explained why I like seeing people's icons next to posts, primarily because it's super annoying to have to scroll up to see who put it on my dash. sometimes how i interact with a post will be different based on if it was mutual who reblogged it or a stranger. call me lazy but i don't like scrolling to the top all the time. i guess i could train myself to always pay attention to the name at the top but let's be real my eyes just slide over that xD the little picture helps me immensely to identify people. also like??? what if my mutual changes their username and then i cant even ID them on the dash by their icon? it's just such a bafflingly small change. almost every socmed site i can think of displays icons...

the thing is, i don't think this should go away completely. as with like half the things tumblr does lately, i'm not sure why it can't just be a toggleable feature. this can be an accessibility feature, since epileptic users have been complaining about people using flashing gifs in their profile pictures. having the ability to hide icons might be useful in that instance? (although i've heard that disabling autoplay on gifs can perhaps stop flashing gif pfps and headers). i'm not photosensitive so maybe i'm not the best person to speak for these users, but i can see how having an option to turn something off could benefit them.

like. why can't we just give both options and let people choose what they prefer/need. why must we always fight, tumblr staff. why must we always fight....

[nonbigalmari]

[Video recording begin.]

[The camera angle appears to be in a hoodie pocket, poking out just enough to showcase the dark street the person is walking down.]

Mari(?): God, this is taking too long… I wonder if that shortcut is still there. It was right down here…

[A paper bag rustles, and Mari(?) takes a sharp turn into a dark alley, after a few seconds, a figure holding a box of cheez-its runs into frame. The figure is wearing all black, the only color coming from their T-shirt and a red streak of hair. The rest of their body is covered up.]

M(?): JESUS! Watch it, asshole!

Hana: SORRY, I DIDN’T LEGALLY BUY THESE SO I HAVE TO RUN MY BAD.

[Mari(?) freezes, and the paper bag nearly slips from their grasp. They turn their body to fully face the other.]

[The figure trips over a stick, landing face first on the ground.]

H: [Muffled.] Ow.

M(?): [Placing the paper bag on the ground, walking closer. Their voice seems slightly shaky.] … Need a hand?

[The figure raises their left arm, the hand flopping. Refusing to stay up straight.]

H: [With their head turned away from Mari(?)] Depends, you got a spare?

[Hana laughs for 5 seconds before coughing.]

M(?): I– I meant for getting up.

H: Oh yeah that. Uh… Yes. Please.

[Mari(?) reaches their hand out, helping Hana to their feet.]

[Hana looks at Mari(?) her eyes light up for a moment, before returning to look as dead as before.]

H: I know you, Meeeeeeeeee… Maaaaaaaaa Marrrrrri? MARI! That's your name right?

M(?): [Hesitantly.] Um… yeah, that’s… me. Remind me of your name?

H: Ha- [She cuts herself off.] H. I'm uh… H. Tumblr anon, dead lady.

M(?): [The mask of confusion drops, they sound close to tears.] I… just… Please give me your name.

[Hana looks confused, staring at Mari(?) before clearing her throat.]

H: Hanako flowers… Damn. I haven't used my full name in 36 years… Uh anyway, yeah.

[Mari(?) immediately tackles Hana in a hug, sending the two of them to the ground, the phone tumbles away and ends up leaned against a chunk of brick, showing both Mari(?) and Hana.]

H: WOAH. UM. ARE YOU FUCKIN’ OK?

M(?): NO, I’M NOT. I THOUGHT YOU WERE FUCKING DEAD, YOU PRICK.

H: I mean, I am dead… My heart does not beat. Also last I checked the only time we've met is when I helped you in the alleyway that one night?

M(?): I… you don’t…

H: Wait. A motherfucking minute let me stand up.

[Mari(?) backs up, and notices the phone. Placing it back in their pocket as they also stand up alongside Hana.]

H: First, ain't your eyes blue? Like. Your pfp and last time we met. Asking for my math.

M(?): [They sound to be either out of breath or hyperventilating.] Yeah, yeah they… they are.

H: [Pacing back and forth, muttering.] Ok so, if Mari's eyes are normally blue, and eye colors change when possessed. Mari is probably possessed, the eyes aren't purple so it's not Afton's no dick having ass. Other ghosts, other ghosts. Will, Cassidy, and Charlotte are in jrs so it's not them, Michael and Henry last I checked can't be ghosts cause we'd know with Afton fucking around. E. E…

[Hana turns to face Mari(?)]

H: [On the brink of tears.] YOU SON OF A BITCH.

[Hana punches Mari(?) in the jaw, knocking them to the ground. As Hana begins crying.]

M(?): [Laughing through tears.] I– I thought you– I– you’re here! I can’t–

H: [Crying.] I THOUGHT YOU WERE GONE. LIKE GONE GONE. WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY ANYTHING!

M(?): I couldn’t! I– I didn’t know!

H: I LITERALLY TOLD JENNY MY NAME. DON'T YOU BUG HER ALL THE TIME?

M(?): I MISSED IT! I’VE BEEN BUSY!

H: I… Bloody hell dude it's nice to fucking hear from you!

M(?): Same here! I saw you… I saw it happen, I thought you were…

H: Dead? Gone? Welcome to the club… I watched them literally rip you apart…

[Mari(?) pushes themselves up again, facing Hana. Their hand goes to their eye, and the liquid comes back a translucent light red.]

M(?): Shit…

H: … wait… If you're E, then… Hm…

M(?): … Then what?

H: Your deal with Mari… You know what Afton did to those kids, to WILL. Why did you make a deal basically giving the information they NEED in return for unlimited possession…

M(?): You… I don’t really want to explain this right now.

H: … It's fucked up dude… I…

M(?): It’s necessary. I have a–

H: NO IT'S NOT. YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHAT AFTON'S GOING TO DO. AND INSTEAD OF GIVING THEM THE INFORMATION AND HELPING. YOU'RE ONLY DOING IT TO POSSESS SOMEONE.

M(?): That’s not what this is!

H: THEN WHY. WHY MAKE A DEAL WHERE IN RETURN FOR YOU POSSESSING SOMEONE YOU GIVE THEM INFORMATION YOU SHOULD HAVE GIVEN THEM FROM THE START.

M(?): [Sighing.] You just don’t fucking get it.

H: Yeah. I don't get why you decided to do this. You decided to stoop to this level?

M(?): If you can’t understand now, you’re never going to. I know what I'm doing.

H: You’re getting people killed. That's what you're doing. You know Afton is going to kill those beta testers or use them to kill others, and you're only helping yourself… What happened to the Edgar I met? The one I became friends with and came back because of the tiniest little hope maybe he was somewhere.

M(?): … He’s gone.

H: … If you can't see what the shit you're doing is going to cause. Then you're just as bad as he is.

M(?): Did you just say what I think you fucking said.

H: Yeah. And if this is the person I came back hoping was alive. I should've stayed dead on the ground.

M(?): Do you think I wanted this? Do you think I wanted to have to become who I am today?

H: You had a choice, you did… I'm sorry. But I can't just watch you do all this. You're becoming a monster just like him. You're choosing to do everything for yourself. Am I supposed to agree with that?

M(?): That’s not what’s happening here! I’m doing this for everyone!

H: How. How is this for everyone?

M(?): You just have to fucking trust me, Hana.

H: NO. I'M SICK AND TIRED OF JUST TRUSTING PEOPLE. HOW IS THIS FOR EVERYONE.

M(?): I can’t just– he’s– I– god! You just don’t FUCKING GET IT!

H: NO. YOU DON’T FUCKING GET IT. HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TRUST PEOPLE JUST FOR THEM TO DIE OR BE A FUCKING MURDERER. I TRUSTED AFTON, HE KILLED PEOPLE. I TRUSTED YOU TO BE SAFE AND YOU DIED IN FRONT OF ME. I TRUSTED WILL TO BE SAFE AND HE DIED HOW MANY PEOPLE DO I HAVE TO TRUST JUST FOR THEM TO DIE EDGAR?

M(?): E.

H: …

M(?): If I’m not the person you remember, then don’t call me the name I went by. Take that name out of your fucking mouth, if I’m so fucking awful.

H: I never said that. I want an explanation. Because you sound awful right now.

M(?): If that’s what it fucking takes to win, then I’ll be the most vile creature you’ve ever met. I can’t give you an explanation.

[Hanako punches Mari(?) again, knocking them to the ground once more.]

M(?): It’s not me that you’re harming, Hanako.

H: Fuck you. Don't use my fucking name, and don't worry about winning. I'll fucking deal with Afton. You selfish son of a bitch.

[Hanako grabs her mask and bag off the ground.]

H: To think I came back to life and suffered for 36 fucking years literally rotting just for you to be this. Those animatronics should have done worse to me.

[Mari(?) begins to laugh, it builds from a small giggle to a hysterical cackle, they turn to Hana while on the ground.]

H: … Thanks for nothing. ‘E’. To think… The man I considered a brother turns out to be just as shit as everyone else.

M(?): Farewell, Hanako Flowers. One day you’ll get it. One fucking day.

H: Don't say my fucking name, you just worry about possessing someone so you can eat a fucking hot dog while I deal with the asshole who killed our best friend. Or did you forget in order to be an asshole?

M(?): [Shakily standing.] I haven’t forgotten. Run along now, we both have things to be doing, no?

H: Yep.

[Hanako leaves, the only thing still in the alley of her's is the sunglasses, probably dropped when Mari(?) hugged her. Now it's cracked more than before. Mari(?) grabs them, and shoves them into their pocket.]

M(?): [Whispered.] It’s for the best.

[Recording end.]

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hey, sorry if this is too much or smth, but i really don't wanna tell anything to my friends i fearike it'd be "too real" AND OBVIOUSLY I WANT IT TO BE REAL BUT, i don't know, i feel like i'll jinx or fuck it up somehow if i tell it;;

hello, again, okay so, a few weeks back we had this thesis project 6 per group and ive had converstaions w all of them except for 1.

by this point i was lamenting over a past love, we werent necessarily together since we were like, idk 14 or smth when it happened and its been 7 years, we kinda drifted apart after graduation since i thought 'it wouldnt last anyway' and i kept rejecting their advances for a year or two, but i still liked them;;; anyway back in 2020 we got in touch again and i told them that i still liked them and i was just dumb and all that and they seemed to return my advances and ofc i asked if they were comfortable and not just going w the flow yknow and they said yes so.

i confessed and they said not yet cause of school stuff but they do like me still and so i said id wait, THEN it was all okay since we joke and all that but they always seem to reject when i ask them directly about us or like even just to meet up or smth, and ofc i get it so i try not to bother them too much until valentine's rolls in and they post smth on ig with them and their friends and theres this girl with a solo shot of her being goofy and smiling and i just.

idk i took it as a sign to stop since he always used to do that w me before so yeh.

and then like with school i just got lost in all it and directed every ounce of my passion so we finished some stuff quite early, theres only 2 big ones of them we needed to do so a member suggested to split the work between us six. one of thems easier than the other so i got grouped with the guy i havent talked to, kinda scared abt it but all was fine. i added him (lets call him graham) on facebook so we could talk in messenger about planning what to do and all that, then after i found that he's friends with another group member who happened to be someone im close with, kinda AND they messaged me so i asked whats up cause i thought it was abt the project and they reply with smth along the lines of "nothing, graham's just rlly overjoyed since u addrd him cause he likes u" AND IM WHAT CAUSE IM P SURE WEVE NEVER MET then he follows it up w "ure his type, smart and hardworking" AND I DONT HAVE THE HEART TO TELL THAT IM A FALSE ADVERTISEMENT CAUSE IM RLLY NOT ALL THAT AND IM SCARED OF DISAPPOINTING ANYONE

anyway they let it be and i didnt think much of it cause maybe theyre just messing around yknow so nothing much happened, we finished the project and everything's all right until we were grouped for another thing through our society/club whatevr and i was kinda nervous since its my first time meeting them and everything was fun actually turns out it was graham's bday last tuesday so i greeted him and we joked a bit cause wednesday's the club thingy, i didnt even know what he looked like since his pfp's from when he was a kid

wednesday rolls in and im in the library with a friend, a mutual friend of ours and he said hello to me and i was so happy somehow??? I DONT REALLY GET IT MYSELF I USUALLY TAKE SO LONG TO ACCLIMATIZR TO SOMEONE BUT LIKE THE CLUB THINGY WENT WELL AND WE WERE JOKING BY THE END OF THE DAY AND I JUST, i think i like him as well?? he even asked to take a picture with me he seemed so nervous i wanted to hug him I ACTUALLY THOUGHT ITD BE OUR WHOLE GROUP IN THE CLUB but it turns out it wasnt so !!!!!!

thursday comes and we messaged a bit (he chatted first, abt the thesis) we were in a seminar and i was a bit late that day so i was at the back and our other classmates r upfront w him so never really met, until a friend of mine and i were going home and we MET THEM ON THE TRAIN ISTG MY HEART WAS JUMPING UNTIL I GOT HOME SMILING LIKE AN IDIOT WHILE WALKING

okay sorry but like, tldr, im a bit afraid that i only "like" him cause he liked me first, yknow after i waited for the previous person and evrything for so long and receiving little to nothing ++ i think his expectation of me's kinda high im neither smart nor hardworking im just anxious all the time so i have to do my work quick or else i'll die and some part of me's still doubting his feelings for me as just a prank cause nsjdhbf idk im not really pretty too so whats up why is this happrning but he's so fucking cute (generally) and i am falling as well and im scared cause we'd be graduating in a year so what if this also doesnt end quite well and i end up losing a friend?

i kinda also wanna just come up to him and invite him for a date but yeh :( and yesterday my phone died and i was stoked to meet him but he wasnt at uni so i was kinda sad then i find out the previous person i like messaged me and idk they were kinda flirty and i feel bad if i leave them again cause ive done it once and i was only left with regrets so what if im just repeating history aaaa its so hard to like manage everything too if graham and i somehow manage to be together im not great at balancing things what if i let him slip away or smth

again sorry for this i just wanted to know what other people think i really wanna shoot my shot at the same time i feel like im a people pleaser so yknow what if im just doing this cause of attention or smth idk huhu thanks in adavmce if u answer this but no hatd feelings if u dont thank u boo

Hello, you seem very stressed out! Please take several deep breaths, put on some calming music and remember that none of this is life or death.

First of all, you're right to let this past love go, it's simply not in the cards and I'm proud of you for recognizing that. Throw the whole man away, if he makes you feel bad(even if he's not doing it on purpose!) you don't need that drama.

I'm not going to diagnose you with anything over the internet, especially not based on one interaction, but I will say that in this ask specifically, you are exhibiting pretty high levels of anxiety and worry that it might be good to speak to a professional about. Your university should have free mental health services, if you have insurance you can call and ask what providers they cover, and failing that, there are many therapists and psychiatrists who offer sliding scale coverage for low income patients.

Alright, now that's done, what needs to happen here is something that I know you will not like, but is pretty much mandatory-you need to have a conversation with Graham. It's okay if it turns out you only like that he's interested in you, and when you get to know him you're less into him. You're not asking him to marry you after all. It's also okay if you're not smart or funny or hardworking (I think you're being too hard on yourself, but even so, it's okay).

If you talk with him and express your interest, you can set a boundary on how you like to be complimented(i.e., low pressure compliments that don't comment on your abilities) and specify if you want something casual just to see how you vibe. Even if you graduate, you might stay together, or you might not. You definitely won't know unless you try.

Also, who cares if you want attention???? you're human, that's totally natural. You're not gonna go to Needy Jail for it.

All that to say:

go to therapy

figure out what you want (in general and from Graham specifically. You can do this in therapy)

stop talking to past love

start talking to Graham about what you want

remember that even if things end up less than ideal, it's okay