#and i oop- i went off on a rant again

[transgenderprototype]

Ill go onto someone's profile and their pinned post will have like "DNI IF YOU SUPPORT [insert artist] ILL BLOCK YOUR ASS IF YOU REBLOG THEIR ART anyway u can dm me if you want more info on why i have a vitriolic hatred for this person, i pwomise it wont be biased and full of bullshit :3"

Ill be like "okay thats fucking stupid, im not dm'ing them for what'll clearly be a biased response. I should probably look more into it.

I find out why.

"Oh these are lies. These are lies being spread because someone leaked a queer person's nsfw alt and found something they could twist into being "morally wrong" and theyre still continuing as the artist clarifies that what they drew isnt [whatever theyre trying to twist it into]."

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[1:11 am]

Husband!Jaemin was certain he was going to love you until his dying breath. He loved you so much that being away from you for longer than a minute, and he meant it. There was a physical ache in his chest when you were both apart, or arguing, or mad at each other.

You were actually arguing now, and he should have felt that ache, but he didn't. If this were a cartoon, his pupils would be in the shape of hearts and he'd be kicking his feet back and forth.

"Do you realize how gross it is to go to the bathroom and fall into the toilet water?!" You exclaimed, running a hand over your sleep-mussed hair.

Yeah, oops. Jaemin had an unfortunate habit of leaving the toilet seat up. He was good about remembering to lower the seat after he finished his business, but could you really blame him when it was the middle of the night? He was tired, he'd reverted to his old, single guy habits and he went right back to sleep with you in his arms.

You continued to rant, your voice raising and you recounted how you'd already tripped over one of his haphazardly thrown shoes on the way to the bathroom. You told him that you didn't even want to get out of bed until the urge became too much and how you were in the middle some of the best sleep you'd had all week and the cold water on your bare backside was a horrible wake up call. "And honestly, it would have been fine if it were the daytime, but I was sleeping so well. Now, I just feel dirty and cold," you sighed, crossing your arms across your chest.

Jaemin nodded, "you're right, honey."

"You're not going to apologize?" You ask in a calm voice.

Jaemin pouted empathetically, reaching a hand out to pull you back under the covers and press his forehead to your own, "Love, I am so sorry. I will regret this misstep until the day I die and work every day to make up for it. Can you find it in that big, beautiful heart of yours to forgive me?"

You snorted, shoving his shoulder lightly, "you're forgiven. I just need to go shower to get rid of this icky feeling. I want my spot warm when I get back."

He heard the water in the shower turn on as he fluffed up your pillows. He fell back against his own pillows with a sigh, he knew better than to leave the toilet seat up. It was a bad habit that you'd kindly spent many months reminding him to keep in mind. He just hated that it had ruined your sleep. You'd been tossing and turning, waking up early, and going to bed late all week except for tonight. He really did feel bad.

You reentered the room in a new pair of pajamas, smelling fresh and still looking sleepy. Jaemin held a hand out for you and clicked off the bedside lamp while you got comfortable against him once again.

Jaemin rubs your back slowly, his voice quiet and low "I'm so sorry I forgot about the toilet seat, honey. I know how poorly you've been sleeping."

"I'm not upset anymore Jaemin, I promise. I know you were probably really tired too, just try to remember, alright?" You ask while nuzzling against his chest "I'm sorry I raised my voice. I shouldn't have but I was feeling really upset."

Jaemin hums in acknowledgement, nothing the way your speech is slowing with fatigue, "I like when you yell at me."

You laugh in surprise, "w-what?!"

He keeps you in a calm state, continuing to lull you to sleep with the slow circular patterns against your back. He responds quietly, "well, no. I like your complaints and our mundane arguments. It reminds me that we don't have bigger problems to be fighting about. We have a good life together, we're lucky. I love the reminder that I'm not some stupid, single guy living alone now. I'm a husband, I'm your husband and this is our home. I love it."

"You’re such a sap at 1 in the morning," you whisper, your words slurred from sleep, "I love you though."

Jaemin feels his eyes getting heavy and can't fight the smile when he hears your breathing even out. You're fast asleep again and his heart soars, "I love you more, honey."

[akystaracer22]

Maybe in Another Life We Would Hate Each Other a Little Less

A chance encounter sheds a little light on Adam that Lucifer couldn't have predicted, leading to a moment he thought he'd never have with the man.

Notes (Aka my thoughts while writing):

God is a dick and I wanna kill xem

Adam folds his wings like a bird because monkey see monkey do

Both these guys were traumatised by the same person and we don’t talk about it enough

Probably Guitarduck/Adamsapple but in a fledgeling platonic kinda way

Refer to my ref for what Adam looks like!

I listened to Rät while writing this and- it kind of fits Adam???

Jesus is God’s favourite child and it fucking shows

How tf did this become a sickfic????

Lucifer gets the experience of being me whenever I make the impulsive move to boot up Char.ai and talk to literally any of the AI’s, get aunt agonied bitch.

Oh my god Adam has middle child syndrome.

Can you tell I attended a Christian school when I was younger???

Adam was hiding just how fucked over he was from the wing rot but he’s not having a good time in this. Most of the latter half of the oneshot is him dazed from both the one set of wing rot and the feeling of someone touching his wing.

Shit emergency wing HC for Adam ig: His wings grow warmer corresponding to his mood, as in when he is in general happier his wings radiate warmth and when he’s in a foul mood they’re just normal or even a little cooler.

In saying that yes Lucifer’s wings glow when he’s happy

Word Count: 1902

Fic under cut!

“Fucking- Shit!”

Lucifer paused, looking behind him and backing up to peek through the crack in the door. This ought to be good.

Sure enough, he was right, this was entertaining.

Adam was ranting again.

Honestly it was a nearly daily thing by this point, probably the only good thing about his daughters decision to let Adam stay at the hotel. He loved his daughter, he really did, by Adam was… Adam.

Lucifer knew he was a lost cause.

But still, didn’t mean Lucifer couldn’t tease the hell out of the man since he was stuck down here with the rest of them.

Lucifer’s smirk at watching the first man rant quickly died as he took in the guys appearance, he looked…

“What is wrong with your wings.”

Adam jerked and twisted around, scowling at him and oops he said that out loud didn’t he.

“Piss off!”

Lucifer, in his typical fashion, did not piss off and instead entered the room, “No seriously what is wrong with your wings.”

Now that he was closer, the king was certain they didn’t look like that a week ago. The feathers, while already having looked like a wreck were duller and the colours seemed almost… muted. Ignoring the already horrific state Adam’s wing were in, they shouldn’t look THAT bad so why…

“Wait-”

“I said-!”

“Have you not been preening you wings?”

Adam went silent, staring wide eyed at Lucifer much to the kings confusion. A beat passed, then two.

“What the fuck is preening?”

Lucifer blinked, he wasn’t serious, was he?

Surely not.

.

.

.

“By the heavens you’re dead serious.”

“What the fuck are you talking about.”

Lucifer debated whether he should explain it or not. On one hand, it’s Adam. On the other, Wings were a serious thing. He’d even seen Husker cleaning his wings from time to time, for Adam to just not know…

“You know what? For once my hatred of you is outweighed by my need to show you what’s what,” The fallen seraphim huffed, closing the door behind him and summoning a chair to block it from the outside so Adam couldn’t escape. “Come on we’re fixing this travesty.”

“What part of fuck off you do you not understand?!” The first man snapped, his wings mantling as Lucifer rifled through the closet, dragging out one of the many jars of oil he’d had the foresight to put in most of the rooms, perks of being a guy with basic common sense.

“The part where you’re being stupid and my daughter started rubbing off on me,” Lucifer shot back, his own wings serving well to corral Adam towards the bed, “How you don’t know how to preen your wings is beyond me but that’s ending today.”

“Again- what are you blabbering about.”

Lucifer paused, hand hovering just over Adams feathers. Preening someone elses wings was… intimate. It was something reserved for friends, family, lovers, and stuff… not enemies. Was he really going to just go ahead and clean Adams wings for him?

The seraphim’s eyes flicked over to where the ruined wing was draped over the bed. The wing was already in bad enough shape as it was, if he didn’t do this then wing rot was bound to hit it at some point and-

He didn’t really have a choice, not if he didn’t want to watch someone die of wing rot again.

Adam went stiff under Lucifers touch as he started work on the mans functioning wing, it was the easiest to work with, not the mention the safest to start with. The injured wing would no doubt be sensitive to any interaction, so better to start small.

Ish.

Adam shuddered as Lucifer moved between feather’s, periodically reapplying preening oil as he went. He was right as usual, looking closer most of the barbules had been separated and needed to be locked together again. Grimacing, the seraphim gently scratched out what looked like dried blood from where it was hidden in the base of Adam’s Secondary coverts.

“What are you doing?” Adam whispered, his voice for once lacking it’s usual bite. Lucifer paused for a second in confusion before Adam’s wing flexed back into Lucifer’s hand, “Don’t stop!”

“Okay okay!” The king huffed, working on his primaries, “What I’m doing is called preening. It’s something beings with feathers do to clean them.”

“Like birds?”

“Yeah, like birds,” Lucifer agreed, “The oil helps take care of bacteria, but you got to realign the feathers, get rid of the ones ready to moult, and fix the feathers that are out of sorts, though you can just shake the feathers to do that part quicker.”

“Mhm”

Lucifer shifted over to finally tackle the ruined wing and froze, a chill slinking down his spine. As he took in the state of the tattered appendage.

“Shit.”

This close the seraphim could see the red pimples under the thinning layer of feathers surrounding the injury, it was wing rot in its early stages.

“What?”

“Nothing!” Lucifer dove his fingers into the scapulars to shut Adam up while he discreetly conjured up some disinfectant for the rot, if he’s lucky he can treat it now and just get Charlie or Vaggie to deal with it now, knock it over the head before it becomes so visible the others can notice. He ignored Adam’s breath hitching as the seraphim started, just as predicted, the wing was sensitive from the damage done to it.

“But seriously you need to do this more, this is just horrific,” Lucifer grumbled to himself, not really caring if Adam listened, “Honestly I’m surprised this hasn’t happened to you before!”

“Mmmm tried once… I think?”

Lucifer, glanced at Adam’s face, it was pointed away from him, but he could still sense Adam’s attention was on him, “Yeah?”

“Saw the birds doin’ it and tried to copy ‘em,” Adam continued at the prompt, spreading his other wing, “It hurt so I stopped, didn’ know there was a method to this shit or someth’n.”

“You… nobody even tried to teach you?”

“I think they thought I knew,” Adam chuckled sourly, “I think they thought I fu’kin knew how to just- do this. ‘Cause I was meant to right?!” Another laugh, “I bit the fu’kin apple so I shou’da known this kinda shit! Apple of knowl’dge or what’ver.”

Lucifer, wisely, didn’t say anything, he just kept working on Adam’s ruined wing, applying the disinfectant, and fixing what few feathers were still healthy and removing the rest. If it was anyone else in this situation he’s wrap the wing and tell them to rest but… it was still Adam that was in this mess.

“I- why didn’t they teach me? Luci why didn’t they teach me this shit?”

“I… don’t know,” Lucifer replied carefully, deliberately skipping over the butchering of his name that sounded way to close to a nickname for comfort, “Come on, up you get he still got the underside to finish then I’ll be out.”

Adam grumbled but complied, sitting up a little to turn around as Lucifer summoned a pillow for Adam to lean back on. Rolling his neck Lucifer got to work on the auxiliary feathers, the lighter feathers were definitely in better shape, but then again that wasn’t exactly a high bar, and they still were looking rough.

“Jesus was prob’bly taught how to preen himself.”

Lucifer’s shoulders hitched as his wings tucked in against his back abruptly. Jesus… was a rough topic. For all sinners talked about him, Lucifer never met him but from the sinners around that time… it was never a fun conversation. Pretentious once kings cursing his name while hopeless commoners lined up for the exorcists blade, faithful until the end that Jesus would let them into heaven if they just believed in him.

… there was a pattern in there, wasn’t there. Like father like son, he supposed.

“Jesus was made from me and yet he’s God’s favourite fukin kid, course he’d fucking know how to preen,” Adam continued unimpeded, “Doesn’t matter if I was Gods first- Jesus was always fucking better than me.”

Okay! Lucifer was in no way prepared for this conversation, but he highly doubted Adam was even going to remember this conversation, so he just focused on the wings.

“…Luci, do they all hate me?”

Lucifer sincerely wished Anthony, or just anyone really would bust down the door at this moment, at least then he could get himself out of this conversation.

“Why do you think that?” the seraphim deflected, moving onto Adam’s good wing and going through his coverts.

“Because none of them ever fucking did this,” Adam waved his hand haphazardly before letting it rest on his chest, “You’re my enemy but you’re fixin’ my fu’kin wings because I’m too stupid and useless to just figure it out myself.”

“Not useless,” The words left Lucifer’s lips without his input, damn himself to double hell, but it managed to shut up Adam, so he kept on the thought train, “You’re not useless you were just never taught, it’s not your fault heaven doesn’t think.”

“Jesus-”

“Is God’s prodigal son and shouldn’t be counted.”

Adam huffed and leaned back on the pillow, “Why’re you good at this?”

“I’ve had aeon’s to learn, and over a decade of putting it in practice,” Lucifer thought about his daughter, a small smile making it’s way into his expression, she really was the best thing to happen to him.

He finished up with Adams good wing and moved onto finishing off the wrecked one. Applying the disinfectant to the infected spots on the underside before reaching for the preening oil again.

“Y’know, maybe in another life we would’ve hated each other less.”

Lucifer just laughed and started preening the wing, yeah right, maybe in a reality where the apple incident never happened, “You’re sick Adam, feverish even.”

“And you’re a wife-stealer.”

“Should have been better in bed.”

“Fuck you,”

Lucifer stuck his tongue out at the first man, earning a tired chuckle. Then the seraphim blinked at the sudden warmth radiating out from the feathers. What in the-?

“Oh… they haven’t done that in a while.”

Lucifer blinked up at Adam who was staring at his feathers in amazement, “Ackde-whuh?”

Adam leaned back and closed his eyes, “Yeah… sometimes they just get warm all of a sudden it’s weird. Hasn’t happened in a while though. Apparently it sometimes happened when Lute was around? I dunno why.”

Lucifer blinked a couple of times before letting out a small “huh” and running a hand through the ruined wing, it was definitely warmer.

Sighing, Lucifer let his hand fall away despite the wing chasing it, “Alright well your wings are definitely cleaner now, so I’ll be out of your hair now.”

The seraphim stood up to leave through the balcony, opening the window and almost stepping out when Adam called after him, still sounding exhausted.

“I can see why they left me for you.”

Lucifer paused, before smiling sardonically and looking back at Adam, who looked like he might have just passed out.

“Tell me that when you’re not delusional from illness and I might believe you.”

With that, Lucifer stepped out and left for his own room… though, if Adam woke up to a small plush duck on his nightstand, that was between Lucifer and the god that cast him down.

But there is one thing Lucifer will admit.

Maybe Charlie wasn't wrong about thinking Adam could be redeemed.

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[frostblightsunbite]

Had a random pose doodled so I decided to make it Stephanie, because she's great.

Rant under cut!

This is my first time drawing in more flat colours, and I honestly think it went pretty well! I still don't think I got the light direction right, especially with the cape but I couldn't figure it out so I left it like this because it kinda looks okay.

I'm also still not using references apart from the outfit, which is immensely strange for me, and very annoying.

Anyway, this is suppsosed to be a blend between Steph's original spoiler outfit and her Batgirl outfit from more recent times, but I just kinda... forgot the batgirl part, so the only parts that are from that are literally just the cape and the mask, I thought it was also the gauntlets but I'm looking now and it's supposed to be purple so oops ig.

Shoes suck, I should've just hid them again.

I really hope this doesn't come off as like... sexualising her or smth? because looking at it now, with the pose and the eyes it does look kinda suggestive but I genuinely did not mean for it to come off like that. I literally just drew a funky pose and then put Steph on top of it bc I think she's neat. This is hopefully just me thinking too hard about things tho

[goldfades]

Paige 100% sends those pictures of two inanimate object and goes “us if we were___”

Like two soap bottles touching tips “us if we were soap”

Paige def just scrolls through your phone gallery, looking at your pictures. Staring fondly and going “my wife’s so pretty.” and “Why didn’t you send me this????” (I just thought of a whole fic on this idea oml i’m getting Hot)

Anytime you send a photo to Paige honestly, she’s going off on Imessage just hyping you up.

OMG THEY HAVE A SHARED PHOTO ALBUM. BUT BUT BUT it’s not just photos of themselves, it’s also like “I saw this and was thought of you.” Photos like OSXBUDHANA

Loves listening to you talk so she brings up things she knows you love talking about.

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Also that motherfucker definitely makes the manager mad on purpose cuz she thinks it’s cute when the managers angry. (The manager being furious is a whole different situation.) And it doesn’t help that Paige is taller.

Manager will just be ranting at paige whilst paige is just smiling the whole time.

The manager notices and goes “and you’re just smiling like shits funny, ain’t nothin funny-“ “you’re just so cute princess”

oop

that shut her up real quick

“Paige’s get the fuck outta my office.” but like she’s all flustered and Paige can tell

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I think you touched on this, but when they get together and yk, have to keep it on the low for a multitude of reasons.

One one hand it sucks cuz yk, Paige can’t brag like she wants to yet. But on the other hand Paige is a cocky little shit and will take the opportunity to be handsy and flirty (to a certain degree) knowing that the girls aren’t gonna think too much of it cuz paige has always been like that, But Paige and the manager both know there’s more reason to it now.

BUT NEVER FRETE our manager can play the same game Paige, don’t start stuff you can’t finish. Then it lowkey become just a personal game for them of who could fluster the other more without the team getting suspicious.

Contrary to popular belief I think the Manager and Paige made a bet on how long with would take the team to figure out they were together. So they didn’t tell them outright, but just went along letting them figure it out themselves.

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I also feel like people started noticing the dynamic change. Like don’t get me wrong the managers job comes first so Paige isn’t getting any extreme special treatment, but the girls and fans start noticing the managers tone switch when she’s talking to Paige.

Her tone just gets a bit softer and more gentle.

Like there’s this clip of manager talking to Caroline normally, then Paige calls her and manager turns and goes “yes baby?” so softly AND LIKE the “baby” isn’t what gets people cuz again, manager calls everyone by pet names. It’s HOW quickly her tone changes as soon as she started talking to Paige.

And we already know Paige’s eye contact game goes crazy and she has a STARRING PROBLEM, if I had a nickel for how many times Paige was caught staring at the manager I would be buying everyone on this blog canes oml.

Manager doesn’t really strike me as a person who shies away from eye contact most of the time, which is evident cuz there’s clips of them just starting at each other and you can FEEL THE TENSION.

But when manager does shy away from it, Paige either grabs her chin and turns her face back to her, or if she can’t Paige moves her head to try and stay in the managers eye sight.

Or let’s say Paige is talking and manager gets distracted by something. Paige is grabbing her cheeks gently with both hands, saying “Hey, I’m right here pretty girl.” while gently rubbing her cheeks with her thumbs, then drops her hands from her face and just goes back to talking.

-🐹

(girl request that fic idea i wanna hear it now) THIS ENTIRE ASK IS GOLD I AM PUTTING IT IN THE MASTERLIST ASAPPPPP!!!!!

the shared photo album is soooo real!!!!! and paige is the one who puts the most pictures cus baby girl is a sentimental person she wants to take pics of EVERYTHING!

i feel like paige wants to think she's the winner every time yall play that "who can make the other flustered without the team noticing" game but honestly, why is the manager lowkey a rizzler????? likeeeeeee paige would pretend not to blush but its super obvious

AND THE TONE CHANGE IS SOOOO SO REAL, ur so right!!!!!! and its kinda obvious but the girls don't wanna say anything yet but they'll def tease them.

the whole eye contact thing made me melttttt goodnight!!!!

[adams-angels]

can you do a story where Adam is drunk and he vents to you about how Lilith and Eve left for Lucifer and you end up cuddling? (not dating btw, just friends)

Oops I made I'm pathetic again lol 🎸

💖 Please send me requests! Send me your own headcanons! I will draw! I'm obsessed rn!💖

Vent

It was late... Really late... You were sound asleep when there was a thump at your door. And then another. And then more. You groaned yourself awake, slipping out of bed. You put your robe on as you make your way to the front door. You rub your eyes as you open the door to see Adam. Very intoxicated, hold either side of the door frame to keep himself upright. "Okay." You sighed. "Took you long enough, bItch." You slurred his words. You pinched the bridge of your nose before moving your hand up, running it through your hair. "What is it this time, Adam?" This was unfortunately a common occurrence. Adam wood come to your apartment drunk rant about work, the seraphim, the women who'd reject him, Lute basically anything that pissed him off that day. You wouldn't mind so much if he wasnt drunk! He'd always try and get it off with you, but you didn't like him like that and you're pretty he didn't like you like that either. It was tiring.

He stared at you. His eyes half lidded. A scowl covered his face. "Do you know how hard it is to be me?" "Here we go." You think. You keep your face expressionless. Not that he'd notice you rolling your eyes anyway. You step aside for him to enter your apartment and he stumbles in towards your couch. He dumps himself on to it with such force you could of sworn you heard a crack.

"like, you think I have it easy?!" He scoffs. "Well, I do.. BUT, I didn't!" You walk over to the couch and sit on the coffee table so your facing Adam. "I had Lilith, right. And she was beautiful, oh my god stunning! But the FUCKING BITCH LEFT ME! FUCKING, ME! FIR SOME FUCKIN' SHORT ASS MOTHER FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT ANGEL!!?! What?! What was it about him, huh? His wings???" He continued. "What? I'm too fuCKIN TALL FOR YOU BABE!!" He yelled into the void, like he was screaming at Lilith.

You couldn't believe it. He was talking about Lilith. Never had he mentioned her. Ever since you met him he never once spoke about his ex wife's. Did something happen? Why is this all coming out? You didn't get a chance to speak, although you never really did when he vents.

"I gOt wiiiinnggggs now!!! AM I STILL NOT-" He stopped himself. "AUGH!" His hands went for his mask, he took it off and stared at the face of it. "And then Eve.... Not as hot as Lilith but a good replacement I guess. And she.. did left me too... For him." He sighed. "Well... Basically... He already took one." His eyes meet yours. "Why did he need her too?" He asked you, he was asking questions that he new you didn't have the answers for. "Why did they leave me, Y/N? What is it about me that's so fuckin insufferable that they left?" His voice waivered. "Why didn't they love me?"

That was it you dived into his arms, holding him closely as he started weeping into the crook of your neck. "Why does no one love me?" He sobbed. "Oh, Adam. You are loved. By so many people." His arms wrapped around you, his clawed at the back of your robe as he continued to cry.

You moved yourself to sit beside him as he continued to cry, you make sure to keep your arms around him. "Why him? What makes him so special?" He continued, he was now cuddled into your chest as he vented. "Everyone just thinks I'm okay, but I'm not. I'm not fucking okay!" He would rant between his sobs. You ran your fingers through his hair eventually he fell asleep on your lap. There was no way you could move, so you accepted your fate a tried finding a comfortable position to sleep in.

When you woke up you saw Adam trying to sneak out. With your snacks. His stares at you like a deer in headlights. "Uh... What are you doing?" You ask. "What's it fuckin look like, bitch? Bye!" He practically ran out of you apartment not saying another word.

～⁠♡✧⁠｡ I really hope you enjoyed! I'm not a writer by any means but I appreciate any support I receive so thank you for reading! ｡✧⁠♡～⁠

[eeboshmeebo]

🕰️I missed you!🕰️

Pro Hero Monoma x Reader

Short. I was sparked by a song.

@jyohan

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You snuck around, diving into darker areas and parts of the crowd that helped you blend in, your objective being the Hero Agency up in front that was blocked off with lots of people on guard, even the civilians were wary, let alone the ones wearing merchandise with stopwatches on them...

Bypassing the crowd of fans, taking the fire escape stairs up the back of the building, nodding to a sidekick and entering through the back door, you made your way closer to your goal.

The employees already knew what was going to happen, but they ignored you as you passed them by in a rush. One even sighed as you almost tripped them and hastily apologized as you kept running.

They all knew...

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...that something inevitable would happen.

And it did.

"DAAAAAAARLIIIIIING~!"

Along with that cry were the exasperated groans of Battlefist with her tean, who was visiting to do a check up on Monoma's behavior, and the rest of the sidekicks. And the defeated mumbles of the crowd outside, because the agency didn't really have great sound insulation.

"Oh! My love! I should've noticed!"

Following that was a crash, inciting the technician who just finished up repairing the computers in the PR room to twitch in irritation before an intern went to calm him down.

"Poor mister Atsu..."

"He gets a bonus for all of that, even if he has such a stressful workload. What do you think they broke this time?"

"...he's going to have a heart attack."

Poor Atsu. He looked like he was going to have a vein visibly pop out of stress.

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Meanwhile, you cuddled into your beloved's arms with the remains of a computer to the side. On the floor. Luckily, there was a very nice carpet underneath.

"I missed you so much, Nene! You didn't come back for such a long time, I was getting worried!" You protested a bit, before nuzzling your face into his suit.

"I'm sorry, my love! I had to go to a different prefecture to deal with the villain, but I'll try to make sure to let you know next time, okay?"

Neito Monoma, better known as Phantom Thief, had wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head with an endeared smile on his face. He lifted your chin to look up at him, though he was craning his neck to look back at you.

"I promise, my little jewel."

"Promise? Then you've gotta seal that promise... with a kiss!"

You both giggled at that, sitting upright as you cupped his face with your hands.

He leaned forward and pressed a kiss onto your lips, and you kept a close hold on nis necktie-

"Dear Kami-sama."

The kiss was broken off immediately as a whispered prayer came from the technician, who had just opened the door. His eyes were locked onto the unfortunate computer and its PC, which somehow didn't land on the carpet. The computer itself was mostly fine, but the PC was... well, in short, it was a goner.

Like the technician.

He had fainted while standing up, causing an employee to call the medical department in the agency so he won't accidentally hurt himself when he fell over eventually.

"...oops."

"Hey, Awase-san? Can you remind me to schedule a raise for Atsu-san?"

Welder, or Awase, was one of the people Battlefist had brought over for the visit. He clenched a hand at the sight of the technician.

"Yeah. He deserves it, with how much stuff you guys break."

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Outside, the fans knew they had failed. There was a small challenge that if someone could stop Phantom Thief's lover, he'd finally hold a meet-and-greet with his fans. Judging by the happy voices inside, they had failed.

So, they leave in defeat, but they'll try again another day.

Oh yeah, and mister Atsu recovered. He's ranting to the nurses as they make sure he's alright.

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[reigningqueenofwords]

For the Horde

Pairing: Dean x Reader Request: @fayemenelmir Hey there. Is it possible to get some more Gamer Dean? Or a Gamer Sam (With him MMO’s would be awesome)? Read the Gamer Dean Series a 3rd or 4th time now. Probably reader and Sam or Dean meeting in a game, she is a hunter as well and they really like each other and are desperate to meet, but can’t since they are afraid to drag the other one into the hunter life. Then they meet in a bar before a hunt and idk… she tells him about this “hot guy I’ve got to work with now”?

Part 1 of the Games We Play

You drummed your fingers on your desk as you waited for you character to load. Your headphones were on your ears, as you preferred to hear it that way. Barely on 10 seconds, and his name popped up, making you grin.

Theinastus- Well hello.  Kanestinia- Hey :)

You bit your lip. You’d been talking to him for quite a bit now, and seeing his name always made you blush. 

Theinastus- How was your trip? Kanestinia- Pretty good. Boring all on my own :( Theinastus- Poor baby. Want some company? ;)

Laughing, you shook your head and typed out your reply.

Kanestinia- I’m sure I wouldn’t get much driving done! Lol Theinastus- Probably not. Wanna do a random? Kanestinia- Maybe in the morning :( I just got on to do a couple dailies. I’ve been slacking…  Theinastus- 11? Kanestinia- Works for me.  Theinastus- Sounds like a date. I’ll bring the looks.  Kanastinia- You are such a dork. But, I’ll bring the DPS.

The two of you continued to chat while you did your dailies and he screwed around. You didn’t know his real name, and he didn’t know yours. It was safer that way. While you really liked him, you couldn’t drag him into this life. It wouldn’t be right. You were a hunter, and not in that ‘shooting Bambi’ kinda way. You hunted all the evil things that actually existed.

Dean groaned when he saw you go offline. You’d stayed on 10 extra minutes just to talk to him, but had a long day tomorrow. Sam came in, raising an eyebrow at him. “Isn’t that where I left you? Like…4 hours ago?”

“Pretty much. I got up to get a beer, and take a leak. That’s about it.” He shrugged.

“Why don’t you just meet her already? You went from watching too much porn to…that.” He motioned to the computer.

He laughed. “First of all ‘that’ is World of Warcraft. I can be, or do, damn near anything. I was playing this before I started talking to her, not the other way around. And, no, Sammy, I’m not meeting her.” He got up, grabbing his empty beer.

Sam sighed. “Why not?”

“We’re hunters!” He pointed out. “In case you haven’t notice, we lose people we care about in this business. Let her stay some virtual chick that is perfectly safe from the bad luck that comes from being near us.” He ranted.

“You love her.” He grinned. “Dude.” Dean gave him a look. “You’re in love!”

“So what. It doesn’t matter. Drop it.” It was obvious that it upset him, so Sam let it be.

The next morning at 10:50, you logged on to see him waiting.

Kanestinia- Awe. Were you anxious to see me?  Theinastus-  Shut up. Wench.  Kanestinia- Is that anyway to talk to the future mother of your virtual children? :P Theniastus- Fine. Miss Wench!  Kanestinia- Just invite me so we can get in queue.  Theniastus- Yes, dear.

You quickly accepted the invite and hoped you didn’t get a dickbag group again. A couple weeks before you ended up leaving the group because a couple of the guys in group didn’t know what they were doing.

Thankfully you got a pretty awesome group- laid back, but knew how to get shit done. You went through pretty quickly, and thanked them before leaving.

Kanestinia- Not a single upgrade, man.  Theinastus- Wtf you bitching about? I didn’t win a single roll.  Kanestinia- I rigged it. Lol Oops.  Theinastus- How do you rig it? Did you pay someone off? How much gold do you have? :O  Kanestinia- Are you trying to find out if I’m wealthy? Are you a gold digger? *gasps* You just want me for my booty! LOL Theinastus- I’m sure it’s a very nice booty ;)  Kanestinia- I think so.

A week later, a new motel. Another night hoping to see him on. Sadly, he was nowhere to be seen, so you sent him in game mail.

Theinastus-  Hope you’re having a killer Friday night! Don’t get too wasted on me. I need my DH :( I’ll be on tomorrow morning for a few before I need to run some errands. Hope to see you then! -K

Hitting send, you opted to quest for a bit before heading to bed.

Dean ducked as a fist came flying at him. “Son of a bitch!” He growled, running into the vamp’s stomach with his shoulder, taking him down.

Sam came running from another room, blood splattered on him. He was breathing heavy as he rushed to help his brother.

“Awe, man.” He sighed, seeing your name go offline just as he logged on. Seeing he had mail, he grinned. Reading it quickly, he went to reply.

Sam looked over his shoulder to read. “Awe. How sweet. She needs you.” He chuckled, slapping Dean on the back before walking away.

“At least there’s a woman in my life, Sammy.”

“Who you refuse to meet.”

Dean turned and looked at him before typing. “Look at us. We came back to the motel covered in blood. You think I want to bring her into that?”

Sam gave him a sad smile. “I know you don’t, Dean. Go on. Write back.”

K- I’m sorry I missed you. You can say I had a pretty killer night. Lots of action ;) I’ll be on and waiting for you.  Until then- T

[phoxphenex]

i meant non text jealous jisung oops🫢love ur work

AAAAA ALR I GOTCHUUUUU <3

more jealous jisung

you and chenle don’t really get along, which is surprising considering the fact that not only are you dating his best friend but before that, the three of you were practically inseparable.

“bro, they’re so… ugh!” chenle leaned back harshly against his chair, throwing his arms over his chest as he glared at you from across the table. you sat with your eyes narrowed, imagining daggers shooting from your gaze.

jisung had his hands up between the two of you, lips parted as he tried to come up with some form of resolution. “o-okay! how about, um, y/n and chenle day together?”

“what?!” both you and chenle sat up in unison, huffing at each other in disgust for speaking at the same time.

“ye-yeah! you two need to get along again, and i’m tired of being the middleman. think of it like… uh… therapy!”

jisung’s tone wasn’t pitiful, but you still felt guilty.

with a long, drawn-out sigh, you begrudgingly twisted your head until your eyes fell on jisung’s best friend. “fine. for you, ji? i’ll hang out with you. i guess.”

chenle let out a breath as well but straightened in his chair and looked at you. “for ji.”

—

“a-and when you—“ you cut yourself off with a loud, over-the-top laugh, clutching your stomach as you held onto chenle to keep yourself upright. he was in the same position as you were, hanging off your shoulder as he laughed and laughed.

to say chenle-y/n day went well would be an understatement. after arguing over what to get for lunch, ranting about your newly discovered shared love for reality tv, and saving a cat from a tree, you’d say the day was a success.

jisung was leaning against a wall, playing on his phone, until hearing your boisterous laughter and turning to face the two of you. he raised a hand to wave, but faltered when he saw yours and chenle’s arms around each other.

you noticed his wavering smile and flashed a bright smile. “jisung! why did you never tell me how awesome this freak is?!”

“uh, i-i don—“

“yeah! sorry, y/n’s my best friend now. what’s a jisung? jisung who?”

“w-well, that’s—“

“oh my god, you should have seen that kitten, ji! we were literally superheroes.”

“right?!”

jisung ran a nervous hand through his hair and swallowed the urge to pull you away from each other. i mean, he was the one who wanted the two of you to get along, right? why was seeing his partner and his best friend together so... icky?

“that’s, um... i’ve gotta—oh look! mark is calling.” you didn’t hear his phone ring at all, but jisung still pressed his phone to his ear and rushed out of the room. 

huffing a sigh, you detached yourself from chenle and ran after your boyfriend. by the time you caught up to him, he was mumbling something about ghosts into his phone.

“ji,” you called, reaching out to grab the sleeve of his hoodie. “what’s wrong? you don’t seem like yourself.”

he smiled at your words, but it didn’t look very genuine. you gave his arm a gentle squeeze, and jisung’s shoulders sagged, his smile melting. “okay, i didn’t like that. like, at all.”

“like what?”

“you. and chenle, i don’t know… being all close and friendly like that just… rubbed me wrong.”

you raised a brow. “i mean, aren’t you the one who wanted us to get along?”

“i did! in my head… watching it was icky.” he cringed and you bit your lips together to stop from laughing. “icky?”

“yeah! my partner and my best friend? together? no thank you, go back to plotting each other’s demise, please.”

you bursted, loud laughter spilling from your lips at the look of absolute disgust on your boyfriend’s face. “wow, okay. next time just say you’re jealous~”

“wh-i’m not jealous!”

“alright. whatever you say,”

“y/n, i’m not!”

[askstevella]

Oh, give me a break | Stevella Fic AU 🍽️

Summary: It’s dinner, he’s late and about to get a mouthful from his wife, oops

Ships: Stevella, Maria x Natasha, Michelle x Rochelle

Marvel Blurb

Note: The kids a bit younger here with Uncle Thiago hehe

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Kendall and Bradley sat at the table huffing. Rochelle and Michelle sat down at the bar at the kitchen counter. Thiago was walking around bouncing his sweet baby niece Marianna in his arms.

Stella was finishing up the last two dishes as Maria helped.

Their spouses were late.

“You sure we can’t start dinner without daddy and auntie Nat?” Asked Kendall, huffing.

“Yeah, Roch and Michelle gets to start eating.” Bradley added pointing to Rochelle and Michelle who was biting down on chicken legs.

Maria gasped, “Girls!”

Rochelle rolled her eyes, “Bradley I thought we were cool!”

“Women, I’m hungry!” Michelle exclaimed.

That’s when Steve walked into the kitchen grinning with Natasha behind him, but the second the older redhead saw the look on Stella’s face she made a u-turn back out of the kitchen. Stella wasn’t pleased. So in response, Natasha spun around and scurried off, as Maria followed behind her needing to talk to her wife. Kendall snickered sharing a look with older brother and uncle Thiago.

“Hi honey I’m home.” Steve said in a cheery tone and went to kiss her lips, but got swerved with his wife’s cheek instead. He looked at Michelle and Rochelle as he added, “Hi girls.”

Michelle snickered, “Hey Cap.”

“Hi Steve.” Rochelle added chuckling.

Finally he looked at Stella with a sympathetic look, “Sorry I’m late. Last minute I had to rush out to Jersey with Natasha and Clint to do intel repair and traffic was—”

“Oh, give me a break.” Stella replied in a deadpan tone cutting him off and mixing ingredients in a bowl.

“Huh?”

“Don’t ‘huh?’ me.” Stella continued waltzing causally around him still holding the bowl, “ You waltz in there 25 minutes late and expect sympathy? Your funny…”

Thiago smirked bouncing Marianna muttering, “Oh he’s screwed. Should we get the camera?”

Rochelle and Michelle held their laughter. Of course, Michelle sneaked her phone to record the scene secretly.

However Stella wasn’t finished as she walked around the table serving everyone their salad. She carried such sass and snarky in her movements alone as she ranted.

She cutting Steve once again and said, “I have cleaned the house. And washed and ironed your clothes, you’re welcome by the way. And ran a daycare for socially deviant children! Oh how can I forget? And missed Greys Anatomy!”

“Honey I can explain.” Steve said in a gentle tone stepped forward to the table.

“Oh I’m not done. So shh!”

Thiago bit back his laughter, eating his dinner and feeding Marianna some food off his plate.

“Ran Kendall to hockey practice, did an ultrasound on Rochelle and Michelle’s twins. Perfectly healthy, thank you very much.” She said pointing to each one of them that sat at the table. “I was lucky enough that Thiago was able to help me with Bradley and Mari today.”

Steve at this point could only listen to his wife and put his hands on his hips. He noticed how much everyone else in the room, was holding back their laughter and grins watching Stella give him a mouthful. He bet that Maria and Natasha were on the other side of the room listening too.

“Do you realize I slaved over a hot stove, for you can have a hot meal when you come home? Huh? Mhm? Hmm!” Stella exclaimed passionately pacing around the kitchen table and closing enough to her husband face.

“Honey, look, things got out of hand today and I’m sorry.” He replied, apologizing for his actions.

“Sorry? Sorry?! You hear that folks? He said he’s sorry!”

She paced away from him and began making a round toward the kitchen counter.

“Sorry? Sorry doesn’t change that my chicken tetrazzini is ruined!” Stella exclaimed taking the dish out of the oven, “RUINED! It’s all dried out.”

She once again paced around her husband and across the kitchen carrying the chicken as she continued to speak.

“But do you or Natasha have the common courtesy to call me and tell me you’re gonna TWENTY. FIVE. MINUTES, LATE? NO!” Stella said squeaking at the last part of her statement and wagging a finger towards him. “I am not an animal!”

She paused opening her mouth to speak but soon enough realized how crazy she sounded and how everyone was holding back their snickers.

Stella eyes widen as her hand presses against the back of the chair as she said, “…oh my god, what’s happening to me? I’m turning into my mother. I gotta sit down.”

Once she sat down in the chair and practically comedically deflated like a balloon in her seat, Michelle, Rochelle and others gathered finally let out their laughter.

Steve chuckled walking over as he rested his hands on his wife’s shoulder gently. “I know, love, I missed up. I apologize for that and appreciate you greatly.” He said softly pressing a soft kiss against her forehead. “And since your chicken is sadly ruined, how about I order a pizza to complete the meal?”

Before Stella can replied Kendall and Bradley exclaimed happily at their father.

“Pizza sounds good.” Rochelle replied chuckling as she noticed Michelle already took out her phone again but this time, to order.

Thiago snorted, “A nice homemade salad with classic Italian pizza? Count me in!”

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I hope y’all like it!!

Let me know what you think 💭

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[sweetshelluvaau]

wait when was fizz ooc /gen

like tbf we didnt know a lot about him off-stage before oops so even tho he wasnt what he expected i wouldnt necessarily say it was ooc

same for ozzie

Maybe ooc isn't exactly the right term (at least in Oops case, the Mammon episode, oh he was completely ooc imho. I explained my thoughts about this here) more than how the narrative has everyone in the show be like 'isn't Stolas great?' and just defending him like Fizz you barely even know the guy! That or the writers fear that they can't write an abuse victim which happens to also be a horrible person. They have to be the 'prefect victim'. They took Fizz's bite away in the Mammon episode where he couldn't stand up for himself let alone have these insecurities he didn't have before out of no where?

Fizz not being able to protect himself physically? Okay I can buy that he's not a fighter. Fizz walking on eggshells around Mammon? Completely understandable being he's both his idol and his boss. But I'm sorry he wouldn't have sit there and take Glitz and Glam insults without snapping back? He'd also chew out that obsessed fan as well (which would also show how he grew from a timid teenager to a Snarky Shit). Yeah he may get a word from Mr. Christmas Tree after for the fan thing, but with G&G? C'mon, a little drama is great entertainment Mammon would eat that shit up if it means more view and money.

However with the case of Oz: He was written as if he was a complete idiot just to make Stolas look better in Oops. Yeah thankfully he didn't kiss Stolas' ass and seems to not like the guy (and I know Viv is gonna recon that in the future because god forbid we have a character that isn't a villain not like Stolas) but the whole thing with the lawyer and and Ozzie making really rash decisions (I mean yes he's hot headed but he's not stupid) and really Stolas NOT needing to be there.

Also saw someone in the critical tag mention this today: I'm sorry, Ozzie would sense something is up with Stolas and his 'feelings' for Blitzo. We had this ham fisted consent speech that went over owl boys head and you're telling me a man who's lived for thousands of years and has most likely dealt with some of the worst of humanity and demons Earth and Hell have to offer isn't gonna sense any red flags? And considering how much he hates people like Mammon, I'm sure plenty of the Ars Goetia aren't any better.

In other words Ozzie could smell bullshit from a mile away.

Also I'm ranting about this again for the hundredth time but Ozzie wouldn't sit around listening to some lawyer, he'd go to rescue Fizz himself. The guy can teleport anyways so I'm sure he can easily sneak into Crimson's compound and lay down the smack down like it's no one business because he's a SIn for crying out loud! And maybe after seeing Blitzo keeping Fizz safe and having that conversation with Stolas, Oz would likely just give Blitzo the crystal as a thank you suppose to giving to Stolas to give it Blitzo being again, he's picking up bad vibes.

That or have Fizz deliver it at a later date. After all, it was Fizz who said he 'earned it' and who's word do you think Ozzie is going to take to heart? It sure ain't Hooters.

That being said I'd also blame the fact that the same character can act one way in another episode and then have a completely different personality in the next if it means fitting the narrative. No one character is consistent and can change if it means making a character look better or again, fits the narrative of that said episode. What did they have some character development the last few episodes ago? Never mind that we're back to their old self or better yet, they have a completely new personality all together the fuck?

Honestly, I'm kinda drained from making the same agreements all time. All I wanted was a silly demon show about some silly demon assassins, not whatever the fuck we got now. At this point I just want to focus mostly my AU and other projects.

[ryuichirou]

Please rant about Rook and Vil too 👀👀👀

Ahh thank you for this opportunity 🙏🙏🙏 I just love these two so much.

I’m assuming that you’ve read my post about them from yesterday, and are allowing me to elaborate on what I’ve said about “the betrayal”, but if I misunderstood you, then oops, please let me know!

So, I actually loved the ending of ch5 and think that even though Rook has technically betrayed Vil in a way, him voting for Neige’s team was actually a right thing to do, and if he had voted for Vil, it would’ve been even more of a betrayal. Here is why I think this conflict is crucial to understanding Rook’s and Vil’s relationships.

Rook is that person who treats Vil neither as an untouchable idol, nor as a villain-type actor who is cold and distant. I feel the way he sees him is really close to how Vil wants to be perceived: as a hardworking person who is passionate about what he is doing and very serious about the effort he puts in everything and wants to be appreciated for this effort accordingly.

We know that after the festival had ended and Vil had calmed down and rewatched their performance, he was dissatisfied with it. They had this long conversation about how difficult it is to pinpoint if any performance is good or bad, how it is subjective and all that stuff, whether the technique matters at all or not, but the fact is that Vil was dissatisfied with it. One would argue that it doesn’t really matter, because they tried very hard and did their best (after having to fight overblotted Vil and all…), and that they deserved their win, but it is irrelevant in this case: Vil is dissatisfied with their performance, and he is the type of a creative person that doesn’t believe that just because you’ve tried very hard and wanted something very much, you’re entitled to get the win. Be it because of a bad technique or because of the low morale and energy and Vil not really feeling it after that emotional roller-coaster that he went through, the way they sang and danced wasn’t on par with what he wanted for them and for himself in the first place. This is why he came to the conclusion that Rook was the only one who judged the situation properly, or  the closest to how Vil himself would’ve judged it if he wasn’t a freaking mess after his meltdown. The way they envision these things is quite similar, and I once again end up thinking about how much they understand each other and the way they judge art and effort and how they approach it.

I feel like even if Vil got his win, it would feel off to him somehow, and afterwards, when he’d rewatch their performance again, he would realise how messy it is and how this isn’t the way he wanted to win over Neige. Especially knowing that Rook saw exactly what he sees now, he would’ve considered that Rook just gave him a pity vote because Vil wanted to win so much, and I don’t think Vil would’ve loved it. He would most likely feel quite betrayed, in fact.

Rook’s “role” is to assist Vil’s “beauty”, to make sure that he feels it and radiates it in the full extent; and that whole situation just wasn’t it. Rook understands Vil. This is why it was so important to Vil that Rook had voted honestly. And this is why I loved the ending + the scene where they reflect on it afterwards so much. If anything, this whole situation only made me ship them more lol

[missmitchieg]

I'm just so fascinated by the fact that Eddie, who hasn't known Buck for as long as Bobby, recognized and verbalized that Buck sees himself as expendable and therefore acts as such Bobby thinks (or want to believe?) that Buck feels indestructible and reacts/responds to Buck's self harm and constant near death experiences as such.

Also, Eddie understands that Buck needs to be useful/helpful to everyone all the time, so he went "You wanna be useful? Ok. Help me out, then. If something happens to me on or off the job, I need someone to take care of my son and I only trust you to do that" and honestly, props to him for figuring that out and then proceeding to give Buck a way to be useful to him and a reason to not die.

And, like, if the situation were different, I would probably just say Bobby could have, should have properly communicated with Buck that he just didn't want to watch him nearly die again (which is perfectly reasonable and understandable and everything!) so that Buck could've kindly reminded him that a doctor, a literal entire trusted medical professional who knows what they are talking about, cleared him to go back to work and that he let Chim get back to work a month after he took a fucking rebar to the fucking skull.

But, I mean, you also have to remember Bobby saw both of his kid's corpses and watched his wife die right in front of him so he's already got that trauma and that he's a recovering alcoholic and alcohol negatively affects your emotional intelligence (and so / does trauma) so in that way it makes sense why it didn't occur to Bobby to just tell Buck why he wasn't allowed to go back to work, but he's also just... A human being, so he's going to mess up and make bad decisions sometimes that will usually be fairly infuriating and what he "should've" done will be obvious to the viewers, but maybe not so obvious to him.

But also, back to Eddie.

Eddie.

Mr. Diaz.

Sir.

You yelled at Buck in the middle of a grocery store about him neglecting to still spend quality time with your son who had you especially stressed out at the time having reoccurring tsunami nightmares during the lawsuit. So stressed out, in fact, that you managed to physically fight a man over a parking space, get arrested for it, get bailed out by Lena because he couldn't call Buck about it, join an illegal underground fighting ring, and nearly kill a man in said illegal fighting ring. Because you missed Buck and needed his help and support at that time.

Eddie. Sweetie. You literally played The Son Card with Buck, like, as if you two were divorced parents having a custodial disagreement in the middle of a fucking grocery store because you missed him after asking Buck why he couldn't "just suck it up", which Chim told you was harsh. Sweetie.

But with the parents Eddie has and the added army trauma, it really does make sense how Eddie handled the situation. As sourced above, trauma fucks you up and affects how you handle particularly stressful situations. So, like, of course no one was going to handle this stupid mess well.

And then there's Buck's entire childhood to think about and oops, this was about to turn into a rant. Nope, Buck's My Sister's Keeper-esque childhood is another rant for another day.

Uh, in conclusion, petition for the firefam to just go to family counseling at this point.

[sweet-star-cookie]

🌴 - Who is this oc's favorite person? for Aries and Scorpio :D

Ohoho :D From this ask game (that I forgot to reblog earlier lol, oops) I think for both of them it depends on what part of the story they're at, since there are changes or additions to their "favourite person list" depending on that.

For Aries, his favourite person is Taurus, primarily because she's one of the only people that isn't put off by his aggressive outbursts, even when they first met. Given her title as "the bull", she is also assumed to be aggressive or mean despite her actual demeanour, so she understands that kind of social pressure. She can see that the majority of Aries's anger comes from passion rather than true malice or cruelty, and gives him more of a chance to show his actual self than most would upon meeting him.

She'll let him blow off steam whenever he needs it, either by letting him rant about something without judgement, or by sparring with him at the arena. Some might assume that she doesn't actually understand or isn't paying attention, but that's not the case. If something is a repeated bother for Aries, Taurus will bring it up during moments where it could be solved, often causing Aries to be like "wait, you were actually listening when I said all that?"

Though vulnerability of any kind is a rarity for Aries in general, Taurus would be the one person he'd be comfortable with seeing that. Her and Perseus, actually, though that doesn't come until much later. Even after Aries takes Percy under his wing as a mentor, he initially defaults to his more authoritative stance to train Percy. And while this mindset can help with fighting technique, it does very little to help with Percy's emotional problems, of which there are many at that point.

Aries eventually fears that pushing for his own idea of heroism will cause Perseus to repeat Aries's own mistakes, and realizes he has to pivot and change his approach partway through. He sees a lot of himself in Percy, for better or worse, so he has to contend with a lot of his own self-loathing. Though Aries is not good at emotional vulnerability and admits that to Percy outright, his attempt is enough to bring them closer together, and looks after him like a son after that.

---------- As for Scorpio, that's a little more complicated. His idea of a "favourite person" largely depends on an already small list of people who either don't fear him or do more than simply tolerate him, at least at the start.

Ophiuchus is the one to rescue him, and he along with Serpens and Cetus become Scorpio's family at the start of his story, so they would collectively be his favourite people at that point. If I had to pick one of the three though, Serpens would probably be it. Cetus is the "aggressive but loyal protective" type, and while Ophiuchus does much to care for and mentor Scorpio, Scorpio does feel some underlying guilt for Ophi having to save him from all of his (albeit accidental) misdeeds. Serpens, on the other hand, is far less complicated. He is simply a kind and gentle soul that comforts Scorpio when he's down or helps him out without any weight of expectation involved.

After everything went wrong though (and a lot went wrong), Scorpio found himself alone again, and naturally it was hard for him to continue without that sense of connection. As a result, he is initially resistant to Scutum when they are brought together by circumstance later on.

He doesn't just become Scorpio's favourite person at this point simply by default though. It becomes clear pretty quickly that Scutum is not there only for his utility as a shield, but because he genuinely cares about Scorpio's well-being, physically and emotionally. Scorpio doesn't really understand why, but is grateful nonetheless. Though he is much more closed off and reserved at this point in the story, Scorpio is still able to confide in Scutum and trusts him completely despite how opposite they are in personality.

And similar to Aries with Perseus, once Cassie enters the picture he and Scutum eventually become like second family to her while she's on the Astral Plane. Scutum is obviously more receptive to this idea than Scorpio, but Cassie becomes a favourite to both of them eventually. Though he'd never admit it to her outright, Scorpio sees her compassion and refuses to let it be extinguished like his was, but also fears that the path she walks will do that anyway. She has much pressure on her shoulders simply by having the Starglass, by circumstances that she has little to no control over, and this is a problem that Scorpio knows all too well.

[lovesick-boyz]

hi.

well… after being stalked and harassed for the past couple of months, i am finally back!! stay tuned lol i got some fics lined up for y’all 😁

anyway if you read that first line and thought to yourself “WTF?!?”, here is the full story for my curious readers (just a warning, it’s long and i rant a lot):

a couple of months ago, i started getting tagged by random accs on tiktok and insta that posted vids accusing me of the most random and heinous shit. honestly, it just baffled me the first time i saw them bc they made absolutely no sense whatsoever.

when the first ones popped up, i just blocked them thinking it was a random troll and went on with my life.

but then i kept getting spammed by other accs with new posts where they not only involved me but also my friends, and accused us as a friend group of being horrible ppl.

i had enough (i can’t even remember how many accs i blocked) and deleted ALL my social media apps for a while (i.e. more than a couple of months, oops) and basically isolated myself from ppl so that i could focus on other things to distract me (i ended up making daily exercise a habit so ig that’s one good thing that’s come out of this lol, i also rewatched all the marvel movies in timeline order hehe). i wish i continued writing so i could’ve at least had more content to share by now, but i was feeling so negative and pissed that i couldn’t even bring myself to write anything (i even uninstalled notion from my phone and that’s where i keep all my drafts and fic ideas)

i only found out the full situation less than a week ago when i reinstalled tiktok bc i missed it, only to find more burner accs harassing me. i finally had enough so i reinstalled insta to rant about it on my spam acc for my friends to see and to my surprise a couple of them knew who it was and explained the whole situation to me.

it was my first time interacting with ppl outside of my family in months lol, when i tell y’all i isolated myself i really did mean it 🙃 my irl friends didn’t even know anything out of the ordinary was happening bc i’m notorious in my friend group for going off the grid for months at a time bc of how bad my mental health gets sometimes, they know to just let me be and let me deal with it alone bc they understand that’s how i work best. (they won’t see this bc they don’t know this tumblr exists but i wanna apologise to my dear friends for my disappearing acts, my bad, i love y’all for being so understanding and still being my friend after all this time 🫶🏼)

anyway, it turns out the culprit was this guy that my friend had rejected previously and he’s so bitter and hateful that he decided to harass me bc he knew i was one of her bffs (the ppl he targeted were the ones in her closest friend group which included me)

but here’s the kicker: I’VE ONLY TALKED TO THIS GUY TWICE!! AND EACH TIME WE TALKED FOR LESS THAN 5 MINS ABOUT IRRELEVANT SHIT!!! WHY AM I INVOLVED?? YOU DON’T KNOW ME!!!!

when my friend found out she was so surprised and appalled that he was harassing me too, bc him, my friend, and the other ppl he targeted all go to the same college together (and i’m the only one in the friend group that goes to a different college, so to reiterate once again: this guy barely knows me! the last time we spoke was at my friends bday party 3 years ago!! he’s literally insane!)

she knew he was harassing my other friends since they’re all in the same school and know him in person, she didn’t think i would be involved too and i couldn’t believe i was.

anyway, i just wanted to rant about this whole thing bc i’m having a hard time processing it tbh. i hope that guy rots in hell and also finds a job there bc he was acting hella unemployed like who has time for this? he made me feel so confused and paranoid for weeks and i hope he gets all the karma he deserves in the universe.

y’all wanna know something funny tho? i started writing a changmin stalker fic in june, way before this whole situation happened. life imitates art ig 🤪 anyway i finally finished it and i’m gonna release that fic next after i fine tune it, at least now it’ll be somewhat realistic lmaoooo

[gay-dorito-dust]

I am soo sorry for the late reply. I've been going through some things, and I went back into my shell . Your message has been on my mind and literally been my own motivation to reply.

Also I re-read what I sent and I apologize for any mistakes. My mind will delete words while I'm reading. I'm sorry..again. 😞

~~~~ back to leooon ~~~

Games like that show that they believe their audience have cognitive thought and... fucking thank you 🥺. I wanna come back to a game or spend more time playing it because I can't get over whatever vague/mysterious element. You need a game to come back to, and if i found out about everything, I'm not coming back. Let me stop before I go on a rant about the lack of critical thinking nowadays.

Lol it's almost like Leon's bad lines are a virus too😏😌 aahh I just read your message of calling it a disease so I'm not erasing my previous statement. Great minds think alike.

One of the PRETTIEST BOOOYSSS!!! Plus the depression and a bored expression are what keep me coming back to that buffet of a man. Hooo-Weee! 👅 Keep em coming! Speaking of list...who's your top 6?

Ofc! You know he'll have a shit eating smirk when he says the line too. Oop- cuz he never gets taken by surprise? Hmm. How do you think Leon would react to his s.o trying to sneak up on him?

🥺🥺🥺 he really does need a hug (😙 maybe a kees)!! AND A DAMN DAY OFF!! Yoo Leon is not a fool! He will not turn into a top heavy bitch. Like you said you KNOW he doesn't skip leg day. 😈 honestly if I could get a lil gross, his arms and thighs!! Nah I'm dying because I was drooling over them and not paying attention.

Long time no see my friend, Its great to hear from you again and I hope that you’re alright during theses times and know you’ve got someone to talk to if needs be. ❤️🦦

My top 6 pretty boys? Ur asking the real brain ticklers but I shall give it a try. Though keep in mind this list is subject to change.

1. Leon S. Kennedy

2. Chishiya Shuntaro from AIB

3. Jamie Reyes from blue beetle

4. Jason Todd aka Red Hood

5. Sam Alexander aka nova from The Ultimate Spider-Man animated show

6. Vergil/Dante/Nero from dmc (yes all three of them)

(Bonus: Loki, Link, Dick Grayson)

How would lean take his s.o trying to take him by surprise?

He’d probably heard their breathing or footsteps or something but plays pretend because he loves how happy they get when they achieved in ‘taking him by surprise.’

Or he’d be a little shit and ruin their little plan by taking them off guard first. He’s a smug prick afterwards bc it proves that his training had paid off whilst holding his s.I in his arms as they pout, do they care? No they’re in Leon’s arms and staring at his veins.

Petition to kiss and cuddle Leon whilst giving him words of comfort but also listening to him when he talks about his terrors and traumas.

Leon’s thighs are firm as fuck, so I bet sitting on them would be like sitting on a plush armchair or swim thing along those lines. His arms aren’t anything to scoff at either bc we’ve seen those sexy things! I just wanna trace those veins whilst also caressing the moles he has there.

Be as filthy/gross as you want, there ain’t no judgment here!

(I remember making a fic about tracing the moles on his necks and now wanna do one for his arms cuz I might be asexual but god those arms are making me think things.)