#and now my dad has joined the ranks????

[moroniccats]

Was just watching Granada Holmes with my dad (again.) and he just randomly points at Holmes and goes “Wow, he has a GOOD jawline.” And I was like “??????”

[googlylies]

My personal opinion of Izzy really did a 180 this season

[jazjelspen]

my angel baby

(alastor w/ angel daughter reader)

[caution!!: EPISODE 8 & 6 SPOILERS. NOT PROOFREAD]

(notes: alastor joins charlie and vaggie in heaven to convince them about the hazbin hotel. angel reader physically resembles a fawn. )

(right now this is considered a oneshot, unless there is a very high demand for a part 2 I'll happily make another one for funzies!)

(PART 2 IS OUT!!!)

(also apologies if alastor's last name isnt actually altruist LMAo I kinda just wrote it assuming so 😭 )

You made it to heaven, lucky you.

Heaven was surely a treat, you lived your days with the upmost happiness, the light of heaven shining on your skin with kisses as if praising you for your goodness and your sacrifices,

all your sacrifices.

You were currently taking the job over for St. Peter at the gates of heaven for just a few minutes to await for any wondering souls to appear, to help guide them while he came back from a lunch break. Normally they wouldn't allow a human soul like yourself with little experience in this kind of task to take charge of such an important job, but you were close to many of the high ranking angels and you have proved your proficiency in tasks that you set your mind to, so you were glad to help those in need.

You stood there reading through the millions of pages looking over all kinds of names, all seemed like names that you wouldn't normally hear back in your time when you died. Some you liked, others didn't exactly pique your interest much, but the advancement of names since the 1930s surely proved how much times have changed and how quickly time seems to pass in heaven.

You wonder if it is in hell too.

'Hell?..' you wondered as you shook your head and sighed, your mind has been on that place lately and you wondered if it was even worth the rent free space in your mind.

You were currently slouched over the book and decided to close it with a glum look on your face, your elbows now resting on the golden podium and your hands cupping your face.

Geez, and you've been thinking a lot about your old man.

What-- no wait-

You shouldn't call him your old man, let alone your dad, not even father, pops-- not even by his damn name.

Even so, as much as you hated it.. you couldn't help but still use his last name sometimes since it's what you were given when you were first taken in.

Your last name?.. why, you're forgetting already?

_____ Altruist is who you a---

"HELLO??"

You snapped out of your thoughts as your head slipped from under your palms, face planting onto the cover of the enormous book. In embarrassment you snapped your head back up and your wings followed suit, spreading open behind you in shock as your eyes searched for the voice that called out to you from below.

You finally darted down to see three oddly shaped figures, your panicked vision soon relaxing to see two girls and a man dressed in red from tip to toe.

How peculiar.

Your eyes only set on the girl at the moment since she was the one waving at you and basically begging for your attention.

"Hello hello! uh.. Down here!" The girl with long locks of pale yellow hair waved, her smile widening when seeing she's caught your attention.

"Ah- yes yes! Hello hello! Welcome to Heaven! May I.. uh-" you scrambled nervously to open the book in the middle of it, "May I have your name please?"

She nodded, also returning a bit of a shy attitude back "Yes of course! My names Charlie Morningstar!"

Just like that you flicked the pages to go to the names that sounded similar to the girl's, mumbling her name under your breath as your finger traced down each name on the list.. to your dismay you couldn't find it.

"You don't seem to be on the list ma'am.. how weird.. does this usually happen with St. Peter?.." you spoke in concern, mumbling the last part to yourself.

The girl then started to explain something about her dad getting her a meeting, your mind a little clouded still trying to find her name until you heard the forbidden name that no one inside the pearly gates ever attempted to say out loud.

"-- maybe try, Lucifer.. Morning...star-"

And just like that you slammed the book closed, no words coming out of your mouth but an exasperated look of shock freezing your face.

"Oh-hoho... that explains so much--" you gave her a small sheepish smile, awkwardly looking off to the side where your eyes couldn't help but drag themselves to the man dressed in red.

"Miss you don't think.. you could've..." your eyes at first looked at the man's waist, his coat lightly shredded at the ends and the stripes of the long suit guided your eyes upwards "-gotten..." up and up and your eyes met his. The red eyes, the ears, the small horns, the horrific aura, and..

Oh dear, you'd recognize that damned smile anywhere.

"--lost..?" the end of your sentence dragged on, taking a long while to finish since all you could think about is how this man is at the front door step of the place he shouldn't even be considered in being let to enter.

Alastor, your father from the living realm. Not connected by blood but by life and connection.

The man where you got your last name from by being taken in and called his daughter.

The red deer demon seemed to recognize you as well, a spark in his devilish eyes proved it so, but it was very brief since he more or less also seemed to relish the look on your face with his smile stretched further up.. however further up it could get.

Charlie seemed concerned at your reaction, waving her hand in front of your face gently as if to get you out of this trance. "Heyyy... are you okay?.." she asked with genuine worry until all of you were focused away from this bizarre moment when a set of three angels befell before you all. The two seraphims and finally-- St. Peter off from his break.

"_____. We can take it from here, we appreciate the help." The highest and oldest seraphim announced your name and her appreciation while gliding down a bit more earlier than the blonde angel you covered for, she and the younger seraphim's forms going from their true to more human-like appearances.

"_____! My dear friend thank you so much for covering for me, always a real helper you!" St. Peter popped beside you as he praised you while gently flying beside you, you looked up at him with a small nervous smile before opening your own wings to flap down from his podium and let him get back on the job.

"It's no problem at all, you know me! Always.. happy to help.." you spoke your last words to him before your wings gently took you down to set yourself beside another one of your friends, Emily! You never talked much to Sera that wasn't in a formal setting but Emily seemed so easy to get along with. She gave you a tight squeeze of a hug while saying hello which eased your nerves a bit more, of course they never fully disappeared with the man who ruined everything before you let out your last breath.. standing right in front of you.

The man that brought you up here in the first place.

The seraphims introduced themselves to the three residents of hell, the deer demon more quiet until finally finding a spot of silence to jump in and introduce himself as well.

"Why hello, a real pleasure meeting you two quite the pleasure! Never thought I'd ever get to see an angel up this close in my life HAHA! The names Alastor!"

The voice, the radio static over it, his name.

It was him, you recognized it as if you listened to him on the radio just yesterday, your own personal hell.

Whatever reaction or words the higher ranked angels said seemed to fizzle out of your brain as they were replaced with the memories of your last moments on earth.

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"Father!" you screamed as you ran up to your childhood home, the home to which you were raised and kept in, your home in which you lived in with your father, Alastor Altruist.

For sometime you had suspected foul play when it came to your father's weird actions when the night came, the tone he spoke through his radio show when announcing several murders happening across and haunting New Orleans. You just didn't want to truly believe that the man that found you, a poor little orphaned baby, and raised you would do such disgusting and diabolical crimes.

You couldn't believe it.. until you finally saw it.

Your legs scrambled and fought each step to become faster, finally reaching the door of your home you slammed it open with a strong kick after jiggling the doorknob didn't work.

You knew the next murder he would commit would happen in your home.. you thanked whatever force that made you disobey him and look through his study since if you didn't you wouldn't know that right now there was blood to be shed.

The door opening and with your kick full of adrenaline and panic it made the door barley cling onto it's hinges. There your father was, on top of a wounded man that seemed to be gurgling and gasping to breathe as the victim attempted to claw at Alastor's grasp. Pieces of glass and wood broken across the entire floor, walls bloodied and worn out, pictures that hung neatly now cracked and lopsided or shattered on the floor.

Whatever happened in here, the victim was sure a fighter in the beginning.

You immediately without hesitation with full force pushed Alastor off the man, pulling the bloodied stranger by his wrist. The victim and you stared for a moment, him mostly realizing that he's being saved by a young girl like you. His lips parted to thank you but you could see Alastor raise his kitchen knife in the air and sprinted toward him to stab him on the back.

With no words left to share or spill you grabbed the stranger by the shoulders and with all your might pushed him and yourself away so that in the end Alastor ended up stabbing nothing but air.

Alastor grunted in frustration, his bloodied smile yet never faltering despite the challenge you now gave him.

The man snapped his head at you, eyes fixated at you before snapping back to his victim and raising his knife up once more, in a haunting motion his steps creeped and creaked towards the injured New Orleans citizen stricken with fear and terror.

Just like that, Alastor slams his knife down with no hesitation. The knife fully in his prey with no inch of the blade uncovered.

Oh-- wait.

That shriek, the sobs, the shaky breathing and the coughs of blood.. that wasn't his victim.

It was you.

His daughter, he stabbed his daughter.

For a moment you could see his crazed smile falter, the humane part of him uncovering itself for a moment, for you.

His little girl was covered in her blood because of him, the little baby he found on that cold rainy day is dying because of him, his bundle of joy that he took years to take care of is leaving him.. and it's all his fault.

He didn't know it was you-- he didn't know you'd be that stupid to sacrifice yourself for some random prick.

He didn't know that in the end, someone as evil as him could have raised someone as selfless as you.

"p..papa..?" you whimpered, your painful coughs of blood spilling out and going down your chin and your neck. "It hurts-- g.. it hurts so much papa.." you cried as the knife in your chest seemed to feel as if it was melting into your skin, becoming one with you. It obviously wasn't but the pain was just that painful.

Alastor's smile faltered and kept trying to stay up, his own set of tears falling down his face and onto your cheeks that were slowly losing life. Regret stabbing his own heart the way he did to yours. He let go of the knife and instead cradled you in his arms, just like how he used to when you would have nightmares as a little girl.

"Shh.. Shh.." he shush you softly as he gently patted your head, moving away any uneven strands of hair he could spot with his hands trembling in regret. "Little one.. don't worry about a thing, papa's here.. " he mumbled, the gentleness replacing what once was pure aggressiveness.

Your eyes slowly started to flutter closed, your pulse slowing down, breathing less profound, your limbs going limp, and your face.. contorting into a peaceful state of slumber.

Alastor watched as you passed in his arms, his faltering smile picking itself up once more to stretch itself across his face with tears pouring out his eyes. This wasn't a smile of joy, it was a smile to hide what he truly felt.. to lie to himself. "My little angel, forgive me please."

Those were his last words to you, words that in the end you couldn't hear.

And that man he tried to kill earlier? He escaped when he was given the chance, Alastor was sure the cops were to invade his home soon.. now there was just one thing left to do before he'd be found once again to pay the consequences.

He took your body to a beautiful forest filled with flower meadows. Alastor knew this was one of your favorite spots as a young girl, why not let you rest here.

Ah but as he was preparing to bury you in your final resting place... that darn deer hunter.

Well, you know the story. Mistaken for a deer, shot, that's the end of Alastor Altruist and his darling daughter, ______ Altruist.

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As you stood there you were awoken from your thoughts with the high angels escorting the princess and her other female companion into the gates of heaven, St. Peter welcoming them humbly with one of heaven's popular songs.

You were frozen, in shock. A chill went down your spine as you felt a foreign energy come closer.

You felt long fingers grapple themselves onto your shoulder which made you dramatically turn towards the hand and away from it.

Your father wanted to talk to you.

Your contrasting colors and appearances made this reunitement even more uncomfortable for you, his demon form seeming to match his disgusting self that he hid from the human world before.

His face was hard to read, especially with that signature smile of his that even in death he would never get rid of.

"Little one, my darling daughter.." he spoke, his voice seemingly trying to seem genuine but the radio filter over it made it feel condescending to you.. as if mocking you.

The look on your face was evident, you missed him so much but hated him with your entire being because of that hidden side he kept for years.

He continued "My little ____... out of all places I never thought I'd see you here. Oh but it's definitely much better than down under my little dove.."

Geez what was he even saying?? What were his intentions..?? You couldn't tell.. after all this time, you couldn't forgive this man, this serial killer, this demon, this.. monster. You couldn't.. not this soon anyways.

You took a deep inhale and exhale before fixing your posture and stance, trying to seem more professional and confident. "Sir, your hosts and companions are ahead of you. You wouldn't want to miss your introduction to a place you'll never see again after this day." Your voice stern and professional, trying your best to be void of emotion.

"Darling.. is that truly a way to greet your dear ol' father?" He spoke, hand stretched out while the other held onto his staff.

"Your friends are waiting on you, don't be late Alastor."

Just like that you turned your heel and gave him the cold shoulder, your wings spread and started flapping. Taking you up and away further into your home.. Alastor watched you as you left him once again, this time by choice.

Ah but he knew, he'd have his darling daughter back soon. His little angel that he cared for will forgive him.. he knew you had to.

With his grin widening even further he walked to catch up to the Princess of hell and her partner into the pearly gates, to see what other thing could entertain him while his daughter snapped back to her senses.

(hello!! thank you so much for reading I had a blast with this. as you can tell. once again thank you so much for reading! hope to see you soon! mwa mwa!)

[rafecameronssl4t]

Tennis || Tennis Player!Rafe Cameron x oc!reader

Summary: the beginning of my tennis player x oc!reader au maybe??

Warnings: none

Word count: 836

A/n: as a tennis girly, this will be fun to write ;) face claim for this oc is Paige Lorenze just bc she is my absolute favourite and her vlogs bring me sm comfort 🥹

MASTERLIST

divider by @yoonitos

mood board

It came as no surprise to anyone in the Outer Banks that Rafe Cameron had made it big in the tennis world. Even though everyone expected him to follow the usual kook path and play golf, Rafe decided to give tennis a shot, and it turned out he was a natural. From the moment he picked up a racket, it was clear he had a natural talent for the sport.

In no time, he racked up five Grand Slam titles and climbed to 4th in the world rankings. Growing up in an environment where he was groomed to play golf from the time he could walk, his switch to tennis had caught everyone off guard.

His rapid rise to the top shocked the tennis community, especially those who had dedicated their entire lives to mastering the sport, only to be surpassed by someone who had recently taken it up. It was almost laughable, but here you were, watching from the VIP box as Rafe stood just one point away from securing another Grand Slam at Wimbledon.

“Quite a talented young man he is,” your dad remarked, his eyes fixed on the big screen with a small smile playing on his lips. You turned to look at him, noticing the rare glint of admiration in his gaze. The entire stadium was patiently waiting for their break to be over.

Your dad, Steve Owen, was an ex-tennis player, a legend in his prime who had dominated the courts with unmatched skill. Compliments from him were few and far between, reserved only for those who truly earned his respect. Watching him now, you could tell he was genuinely impressed by Rafe’s talent.

“You feeling alright, Dad?” you teased, feigning concern as you leaned over and playfully pressed the back of your hand against his forehead. He chuckled softly, swatting your hand away with a grin as you giggled, settling back in your seat. “No, seriously,” he replied, his tone shifting to one of genuine admiration.

“It’s quite remarkable how quickly he rose up in the world rankings.” His voice softened as the two of you watched intently, the screen zooming in on Rafe’s concentrated face, capturing the intensity of the moment as he prepared to serve.Everyone held their breath as they watched the ball fly from one end to the other before the crowd erupted in cheers.

“Rafe Cameron has done it once again! Only been in this sport for two years, he now has won 5 grand slams! Unbelievable!” The commentator’s voice seemed to drown out as applause filled the VIP box. You were among the first to stand up, joining in the almost deafening applause. You watch with a smile as Rafe drops to the ground, hands covering his face as the stadium chanted his name.

Standing up, you were captivated, hands clasped under your chin, as Rafe was interviewed. His fingers tousled through his sweat-dampened hair, adjusting his cap with a boyish charm. “Congratulations on winning your fifth Grand Slam! That’s incredible for someone who’s only been in this sport for two years. I mean, that’s insane!” The interviewer’s excitement filled the air.

Rafe chuckled warmly, his smile genuine and infectious. “Thank you. I owe it all to the incredible support I’ve received. I wouldn’t be here without them,” he replied graciously, his eyes reflecting sincerity as he spoke of his supporters.

“Speaking of supportive people, did you happen to notice two special guests up there in the stands watching you?” The interviewer gestured across, and the camera zoomed in on you and your dad. Your cheeks warmed as the spotlight unexpectedly turned to you.

Rafe glanced up at the screen, his smile widening at the sight of your shy smile. “Uh, I did hear some whispers earlier that Steve and y/n might be in the crowd today,” he admitted, his gaze lingering warmly on you and your dad as he waved with genuine warmth. You waved back, feeling a surge of amusement ripple through the crowd.

Admiring Rafe wasn’t just an understatement; he was undeniably attractive. Your dad caught your eye, sharing a knowing glance as you couldn’t help but giggle. “What? You’ve practically given him your approval,” you teased, playfully winking at your dad. He chuckled heartily, clearly enjoying the playful banter.

With your dad’s esteemed reputation in tennis came certain privileges, like standing on court beside Rafe Cameron to award him his trophy.

“Congratulations, Rafe,” you said with a warm smile as he shook your hand, his eyes locking onto yours. “Thank you, y/n,” Rafe replied, his hand lingering on yours a moment longer than necessary, until you heard your dad clear his throat beside you. Rafe quickly released your hand to shake your dad’s, and you couldn’t help but stifle a giggle.

“Really well done, young man. Hope you know my team will be in contact with yours very soon,” your dad said with a smile that carried weight, momentarily stunning Rafe at the idea of some sort of partnership. “Thank you, sir. Means a lot coming from you,” Rafe nodded respectfully, acknowledging the significance of your dad’s words before joining him for the group photo.

As the camera clicked, capturing the celebratory moment, you felt your dad’s gentle tug, positioning you next to Rafe. You glanced at your dad, who smiled knowingly for the camera before Rafe’s hand lightly rested on your lower back. The touch sent a wave of warmth through you, causing your cheeks to flush as you focused on smiling for the photo.

y/n_owen

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[circeyoru]

Collection of Overlords _ Part 1.5

[Alastor & Other Overlords x Soul Owner of All Overlords!Reader]

Part 1 — Part 1.5 (here) — Part 2 — Part 3 — Part 4 — Part 5 — Part 6 — Part 7 — Part 8 — Part 9  — Part 10 — Part 11 — Part 12 — Part 13

Okay, I think this needs to be set clear before there are future parts since no one asked about Reader’s/your presence in the show was. While you never made a formal appearance until in Part 1, which is after the battle with Heaven, you were hinted here and there.

Pilot: 

The beginning scene where Carmilla opens the curtains, showing Zestial, Zeezi, and Lucifer in the same. Then the scene of the Vees, and Rosie. There are eyes staring at them. Like just eyes

When the clock tower resets the extermination day, eyes opened to eye the new countdown before closing just as fast

During when Vaggie talks about “ancient and destructive evils”, your outline as a puppeteer is shown above all the Overlords

Episode 1: Overture

N/A

Episode 2: Radio Killed the Video Star

Alastor laughs at Sir Pentious that seeking to join the Vees was a terrible decision since their standing as Overlords was rocky and unstable. He taunts that Sir Pentious wouldn’t be able to hold the title as Overlord or fit in, referencing the Collection of Elites

Episode 3: Scrambled Eggs

After Zestial and Alastor were done with their chat like on the show, Zestial remarks that Alastor was very brave to go missing for 7 years but also remarkable that he was still in the Collection as per the mark on his soul

When Overlords are seated, they inspect the others to make sure the group was still intact and without change. Also reporting that there was no sighting or word from you, to their disappointment

After Velvette left, Zeezi laughed that the Vees’ days might be numbered with that attitude, Rosie chuckles and shrugs, saying that it wasn’t their decision or say in the matter

When Whatever It Takes is done, Zestial suggests for Carmilla to contact you on the matter since this was out of her hands. Carmilla sit back down on her chair, holding out a pendant with an eye design on it

The Egg Boiz reported to Alastor that Carmilla was the one to kill the angel and that she may contact someone, telling Alastor that Carmilla might have someone to back her up without knowing that Alastor know who it was implying

The same Egg Boiz didn’t mention you to Sir Pentious and only Carmilla killing an angel

(behind the scenes: you instructed for Carmilla to continue as always and maybe provide help to the hotel if she deemed it worthy)

Episode 4: Masquerade

When Valentino is offering a place for Charlie to star, he mentions how it could make him rich and show his dues to you without specifically mentioning you. Valentino’s a bit condescending when he addresses Charlie because he only sees you to be the one in higher power and rank

Valentino threatens Angel, hinting how he wouldn’t have some weak Princess or contracted soul ruin things for him. Meaning he is aware that he’s on thin ice with your interest and favour. Also implying that Charlie was nothing for him to fear, because he fears your wrath more

Valentino laughs how Charlie has no real power compared to what he faced with, confusing Angel since he has no idea of your involvement in the Overlords’ circle

While Husk was mentioning about his Overlord status, for the first time you’re mentioned, he talks about The Collector. “But when you’re dealing with souls while also being a gambler, the stakes are pretty high. I was warned about that, but when you’re winning, you don’t hear that kinda stuff. In my place, I lose a few hands and it got dangerous that I didn’t even know. When you’re down on your luck, you turn to anything to keep you afloat. Even making deals yourself.”

“What happened?”

“Turns out, I was long abandoned. And I wasn’t in the group anymore when I have that last deal. Like the fallen Overlords before me, I was hunted for being disrespectful and arrogant. Now I’m here.”

Episode 5: Dad Beat Dad

“Big talk for someone who’s also on a leash.”

“I should have torn your soul apart and broadcasted your screams for every other disrespectful wretch who dares to abuse My Liege’s mercy and generousity! You were lucky your former Liege was merciful enough not to let your death happen.”

When Lucifer’s lecturing on Charlie about the hotel, he mentions how it lacks the power and authority needed to make it work. It’s referencing to you teaching Lucifer how to rule as the King of Hell when he first arrived

Episode 6: Welcome to Heaven

N/A

Episode 7: Hello Rosie!

(behind the scenes after Vaggie left, Carmilla grips on the pendant and hopes she did the right thing that wouldn’t disappoint you)

Episode 8: The Show Must Go On

The the Vees celebrate, they explicitly cheer for joy and anticipation that Alastor would be removed from the Collection of Elite while eyes were staring at them without their knowledge, also mentioning how they’d rise in ranks (favour)

Alastor’s breakdown is more centered around the possibility that he knew you were always watching and saw his defeat and shameful retreat, for his actions, he might fall from your interest and favour. He fears he’ll end up like Husk

When the news of the canceled extermination is being broadcasted to all of Hell, your silhouette was shown by a window with eyes closed and a small smile on your face. “Time to check in.”

Note: You can ignore this or not, but I had to at least put this out cause some Overlords' actions are a bit different, namely Alastor's breakdown reason.

Circe Y.

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[jesncin]

If you had to rank all the justice league fams ( superfam, batfam, martianfam, etc ) from least favorite to most favorite, how would you do it ?

Ooh I'm not familiar with all the cape-fams that well so I don't know how much of a proper ranking I can do, so here's just a random vibes tier list:

Martianfam: In canon (i guess this consists of just J'onn and M'gann, Jem if we're reaching), they're a mess. I'll save this for the 2nd part of the upcoming Ma'al essay, but Martianfam's biggest problem is having undefined relationships that don't take advantage of a proper family dynamic. Canonically F tier. However,,,I'm obsessed with my version of Martianfam so that bias puts Martianfam in theoretical S tier.

Superfam: So much potential in this fam to be generational immigrant/diaspora angst and tension only for canon to be so uncreative with the legacy characters (minus Kong Kenan). This fam suffers from overreliance on clones and alternate universe versions of existing characters tied to Clark's Kryptonian genes (the adopted twins, Kong, and the Steels are a good change of pace). Jon and Conner (and sometimes even Kara) are suffering being, what I like to call, a "Clark Kent factory product". They're too scared to make these boys different from dad. Conner Superboy is in limbo with Jon taking over. What is going on with Powergirl being infantilized now. However,,, if the immigrant allegory was critically applied to Superfam? Theoretical S tier. Canonically C tier.

Batfam: Undoubtedly the strongest of the cape-fams in DC. Even with their flaws and how they've been modernized, this is still the blueprint. What's there cultivates an intense fanbase and there's such a diversity in the backgrounds of each Batfam member and how they evolved. Each member has a unique relationship with Bruce, many characters are capable of sustaining their own solos, they have relationships with each other, gosh it's a lot. I'm affectionately putting this in A tier, shaving some points off for stuff like erasing Babs' disability, characters like Steph but especially Duke being sidelined, the girls being infantilized as the boys get to grow into men, whitewashing Damian, etc.

Wonderfam: I can only speak based on vibes here, but gosh you deserve so much better, Wonderfam. I feel like each member should deeply explore a new facet of womanhood different from Diana to freshen up each time a new legacy character joins the Wonderfam (Nubia's great at this from what I've seen). I love that this fam includes Themyscirans and sometimes ordinary girls (even if that gets retconned a bunch). I eyeroll from a distance whenever it's really obvious that the male-dominated writers of DC try adding men into Wonderfam as a means of focusing attention away from women (cough Diana's bro). But also. Kick Trinity out of Wonderfam. I have never seen a character so universally behated but I get it. Unfortunately D tier. I want better for this fam though.

GL fam: Really good! They're a unique fam in that being a part of the GL corp means being a part of the fam, so you get people from all sorts of backgrounds that don't have to be related to a main character. Theoretically this can even extend to other lantern colors whenever the GLs team up with baddies like Razer or Sinestro. You can arrange different groups or pairs of GLs to form their own Star-Trek esque team. And that's such a fun time when that happens. I'm not in GL fandom enough to know the nuances of some narrative flaws or anything, so I'm giving the GL fam a vibes based S tier. They just work! And they're unique while doing it.

Flashfam: I can only speak based on vibes here but whatever's going on with Flash fam just looks like such a fun time. From what I've seen and read, so many of the characters are funny and endearing. I love that there are many twins in this fam. That's just a bias for me. My biggest nitpick with Flashfam is that it suffers from over-convoluted origin stories. That's kind of a problem baked into the dough when your powers intersect with time travel, but it adds a layer of inaccessibility when some of the character's backstories are so convoluted. Vibes based B tier.

Aquafam: Mostly vibes based impression again since I don't really go here but I've met the characters a good amount of times. Arthur has a special theoretical space in my heart as someone borne of two cultures. We're here for that mixed diaspora struggle. I enjoy the rivalry he has with his brother, I think Mera has a lot of potential as a love interest and wifeguy (and she has an evil twin so, bonus in my book), and aquababy. Hah. I enjoy the many ways Aqualad has been reinterpreted across media. However! Kaldur/Jackson is definitely the most interesting addition to the family, imo! I'm all for villains or villain-adjacent characters being on Team Hero. I also like Black Manta. Petty baddie we respect. Uuh vibes based B tier. I'll theoretically bump this up to S tier if all Aquafam members walked out of the ocean to the H20 "Just Add Water" theme song.

Arrowfam: I'm embarrassingly unknowledgeable with Arrowfam members so we're doing vibes. On vibes they're like Batfam adjacent but sound way more interesting. Oliver Queen is a great messy character, and I like seeing each member have a different complex relationship to him. I'm very endeared to Roy/Arsenal/Speedy, his villain will-they-won't-they romance and baby dad plot is inherently interesting. I also love Connor Hawke!! Blasian ace king fr. And I adore Black Canary. She has so much going on and still checks in on this fam too. Idk if it's controversial of me, but A tier based on vibes.

Constantinefam: SIKE this loser doesn't have friends or family they're all dead. S tier. If DC is pushing DC!Johnstantine into a family or partnership dynamic with JL Dark, Zatanna, or Xanthe Zhou? Theoretical F tier.

Haha this was fun to write, thank you for the fun ask! Nice to ramble about the various fams of the DC world.

[whateverisbeautiful]

♥️ Ranking Richonne

#12: Kiss Of Life (S7E05)

Ooh it’s called the Kiss of Life for a reason. 🤩 No one does passion like Richonne. ❤️‍🔥 This marvelous scene seriously has a hold on me and features my absolute favorite Richonne kiss (thus far 😏). The moment is just so good and mesmerizes me like no other. It's legitimately hypnotic. And that’s why, even tho Rick and Michonne barely speak in this scene, it absolutely makes my top 12. And you know the kiss is good when you have multiple favorite parts of it lol...

First, it’s important to note that it’s not just the kiss that makes me adore and appreciate this scene but how extremely meaningful this exchange is based on where Rick and Michonne are at during this part of the story.

This was one of the hardest and most depressing seasons for them as they wrestled with losing people they loved and then being expected to be Negan’s servants indefinitely. 

And during this Negan era, it’s one of the rare times when Rick and Michonne are on notably different pages about how to approach the situation. And while Michonne told Rick she’d try to accept this way of "life," it’s clearly eating away at her to just sit and let Negan torment her family.

It’s eating away at Rick too, but with the love he has for tf, and especially for Michonne and his children, at this stage in the show he really feels like he’d rather suffer like this with them than fight and lose them.

This was such a tough time for them, and yet Rick and Michonne's love so heartily prevails with this special kiss. It's the definition of true love's kiss, if you ask me. 🤩

So first, I always feel for Rick at the top of 7.05 when he’s talking to Carl, who is understandably frustrated and behaving coldly to his dad. All Rick wants is for his family to be okay, and they’re so clearly not okay right now, which you know weighs on him.

And I’m not the only one who feels for him because Michonne is of course also in the room for this Grimes family moment, and she seems to be really empathizing with Rick as well. 

So then Rick and Aaron walk out of the room, and Michonne follows and, again, shoutout Aaron for leaving to give Rick and Michonne a private moment lol. Cuz the moment was perfection. 😍 Like for real tens across the board...

Rick and Michonne stand in front of each other, and Rick invites her to join them if she changes her mind. I love that he always wants her with him.

I remember even watching live, I could tell that Michonne wanted to go with him too, cuz magnets don’t part. But she’s of the mindset that she has to try and go out on her own to fight this for the both of them if he’s not ready to fight back yet.

Michonne quietly and compassionately says, "good luck" and even tho Rick is clearly sad and knows this could be a moment of distancing, he still wants to close the gap and at least hug her goodbye, which I appreciate. 🥰

So he goes in for this hug, and whenever I think back to when I first watched this scene live, I just smile because I remember how excited I was that Rick was simply going to hug Michonne and maybe kiss her on the cheek or whatever it looked like he was about to do. But little did I know we were in for something...

Because as he goes in for this cute husband-off-to-work hug, Michonne stops him by gently placing her hand on his face. And I will forever love the choreography of this whole moment.

I love that it’s this moment of Michonne redirecting to let Rick know she wants to send him off right and make it crystal clear to him that even tho they’re going different ways right now, she is not upset with him, disappointed in him, or pulling away from him.

So she warmly takes his face, and then there's this subtle moment where Rick does that signature Rick Grimes head tilt in her hands as he tries to assess what this moment is about.

You can see a heartbreaking split second of Rick seemingly wondering if this is her literally and figuratively pushing him away. And what most pains me is knowing Rick thinks he deserves whatever disappointment or distance Michonne might potentially feel toward him. 😭

His past relationship saw his former wife push him away during a very vulnerable time after he had to kill his best friend for trying to kill him, so it's like he's briefly expecting something like that again.

But one thing that wonderful woman Michonne is always going to do is let Rick know, this is different. 🙌🏽

It's the very thing Rick told Carl the literal morning after he and Michonne first got together - where homeboy didn't even want to wait a few hours before reassuring his son that he and Michonne are gonna be long-term. (which I always am just fully amused by that whole 6.11 scene btw. from rick lowkey forgetting he's talking to his son by emphasizing, "it just happened," carl's reaction to seeing his dad in a tizzy, and judith's 'office' look in the camera. gold 😂. michonne's fam is the cutest, y'all)

And "this is different" has remained an accurate way to describe the elevated love Richonne has with each other.

Because see, now Rick isn't with a love in his life, he's with the love of his life. He's with the one (& only 👑). This is his unequivocal soulmate who will be by his side through any and everything. And I love that Michonne always manages to show Rick that he's met his match in a way he's never experienced before.

So thankfully Rick doesn’t have to ponder what this moment is about for long because Michonne quells any and all of those fears when she proceeds to kiss him with passion in an abundance. It’s utterly perfect. 😍😍😍

No words needed, and she still manages to say everything. I still love you. I still crave you. And I’m still with you was expressed loud and clear. 👏🏽

And Michonne really is such a commendable queen for doing this and making sure no wedge was created between her and her husband. This kiss really made any distance they had prior disappear, and it so beautifully let Rick know he is still cherished and appreciated by his wife.

He needed this moment more than he could probably even express. But of course, without even having to say it, Michonne knew this was needed because she always knows her man. 😊

This moment also feels like something she's been wanting to do since that fateful and scary night in the line-up where there were several times she could've lost him.

Like you know the fact that Rick is still with her and they're still alive, is something she's grateful for and doesn't take for granted. So she needed this moment too. And this kiss lets everyone know that while Negan may have nearly broken their spirits, he can never break their love.

The level of passion in this kiss is great for many reasons, but especially because you know after the lineup Rick and Michonne are now both so much more aware of how quickly things can go fatally wrong and how whenever you leave home and part ways you really could not make it back home to each other. It makes me think about how Glenn left ASZ just to quickly retrieve Daryl, but then he never returned to their home again. 😢

So as Rick prepares to go off on this run with Aaron, he and Michonne really kiss like it could be their last because that's an unfortunate possibility. (even though not too much of a possibility since they're the ones who live, amen. 😌)

And then my absolute favorite part of this kiss is when Rick so clearly gets fully immersed in this moment with Michonne and pulls her closer to him. I freaking LOVE that little gesture of him pulling her into him. 😍 It felt like it was Rick's turn to also let Michonne know - I still love you. I still crave you. I’m still with you.

Rick and Michonne just fit so perfectly together and I love the way they can always get lost in each other. Truly, in that moment for them, it felt like they were the only two in the world and all the other stuff didn’t matter. Their ability to be so present with each other is so special. 🥹

And she was already so close to him but the fact that he pulled her even closer...Magnets. And then whoever pointed out that Michonne kisses his top and bottom lip is a real one because I never noticed it before, but now it’s my other favorite part of this moment. 😋

They were really wild for this whole kiss, y'all. It feels great to be so spoiled. And we're Blessed with a capital B that this ship is literally everything we could dream of. 😌

This kiss is of course steamy and heavenly, but also it is just so powerful. For Rick and Michonne to be going through what they’re going through and feeling so differently about their current circumstances, it is so powerful that they close the gap rather than widen it. That they express authentic love for each other more than opposition.

This moment solidified that Richonne has what it takes to rise above anything and that even when they have entirely different opinions on a subject as big and serious as how to approach fighting for their lives and their people, they will still always be with each other. Wholly, Deeply, & Forever.

Again, I so appreciate that Richonne always chooses each other. And also this kiss was only our second time seeing them kiss like this since their canon ep, and man did they deliver. Like...

I’ve always felt that something so special about Richonne is that they are not like some TV couples who are more interesting in their pre-canon "Will They/Won't They" phase, and then when they finally do get together it doesn’t quite live up to all the steamy passion of their build-up.

With Rick and Michonne it’s a whole different story cuz moments like this kiss let us know that all that steamy passion and build-up was not only matched but topped when they were finally able to express the love they felt romantically. 

Also, when they lost Carl the following season, it was this kiss of life in s7 that I’d think about because I believe this is an illustration of what Michonne and Rick ultimately land on even amidst the toughest adversity. They land on love, which has proven true time and time again.

And as always their moments after the kiss are also profoundly passionate as they look into each other's eyes and then do their signature thing of leaning their heads against each other, truly almost as if finding their center with each other.

I love that they stay in this moment awhile, again with no words necessary to communicate how much they love and are with each other. 

They are the epitome of soulmates, and the way their love shined through in this quiet moment made that clear.

And then I love that Rick can’t help but express gratitude to Michonne for giving him his entire life with that kiss, so he fittingly says what he always finds a way to say to her, "thank you." The absolute cutest. 😊 You know Rick ain't been kissed like that ever before lol. Michonne has that man forever entranced, and I love to see it.

And the thing is, Rick has a special effect on Michonne too, cuz you can clearly see it in the way she looks at him as well.

In one kiss Michonne and Rick were able to breathe life into each other and quiet all the worry of them being on the rocks. They might still have big differences at this point, but nothing will ever be strong enough to divide them.

(that's why when I hear lines like say, "we are the strongest military on the planet" or "we're the last light of the world," or whatever, my only thought is - and yet you're still no match for Richonne. 💅🏽 Rick and Michonne Grimes prove they're the ones who live and the ones whose love is unstoppable every time. 👌🏽)

So it was a big deal for Richonne to have this moment in 7A. I appreciate that Michonne knew her man needed to be lifted up and reminded just who he is to her, and she did just that like only she can. And as the kiss went on, Rick let her know he felt just as strongly about her.

This important kiss shows that Rick and Michonne’s love is unbreakable, and I treasure this scene as such an undeniably powerful moment between them. I love their love, and I will adore this Kiss of Life for life. 😌

[simpforrooster]

get a room.

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x F!Reader

summary: rooster talks you into a beach day, then wants to take advantage of you in your swimsuit.

t/w: mentions of public smut, nothing graphic, simp!rooster, cursing

a/n: y’all there ain’t much plot to this one. Just Roos simping over reader.

“If you interrupt my reading one more time, this book will become a weapon.”

Your boyfriend talked you into joining him and his friends at the beach. You put up as much of a fight as you could, but he wore you down. Now you’re lounging in your beach chair, spf 100 on your face, reading under an umbrella to the sound of something called dog-fight football.

Rooster has been vying for your attention for the past thirty minutes.

“Baby, I didn’t bring you out here in that pretty little swimsuit to hide under that umbrella,” he whines, stalking toward you. Rooster’s eyes are covered by his dad’s Ray Bans, and you’re momentarily distracted by just how good he looks.

This distraction costs you. Before you know it, Rooster’s arms wrap around your waist. He tosses you over his shoulder, effortless thanks to all the work outs the Navy has him do. A squeal manages to escape your mouth as Rooster heads straight for the ocean.

Kicking your legs does nothing but make a delicious laugh fall from Rooster’s lips. Rooster wades out into the water waiting until he’s deep enough to toss you in.

“Bradley!” you scold popping up from under the water. His hands are back on you in an instant, pulling your body against his. Bradley places a kiss on your collar bone creating goosebumps along your arms.

“Mmm, baby girl, I am obsessed with you,” he murmurs against your skin. The way his lips move on your body sends a surge of pleasure through your spine. Rooster runs a line of sloooow, deliberate kisses along your jaw.

“Stop teasing me, Lieutenant,” you say, your arms locking around Rooster’s neck. His lip quirks up at his rank.

Rooster’s hands slide down your back and stop under your ass, inviting your legs to wrap around his waist. He walks the two of you a little deeper in the water.

“This is why I invited you to the beach,” Rooster says against your lips. Kissing Rooster always feels like if you don’t do it again soon, you’ll wither away.

“We could have made out at home,” you quip. Leaning down, you pepper kisses along his collarbone. A delicious groan comes from his expert lips. “And we probably should have. You know what kissing me like this leads to.”

Rooster let’s a hand drop from your waist, coming under your chin to guide your lips back to his. His sweet kisses have turned more urgent. More passionate. He deepens the kiss a little more than what’s appropriate for public.

“I do know what this leads to,” he says. To prove his point, he adjusts his hips so you can feel just what kissing you like this does. “If we go a little further out, no one will be none the wiser.”

“Roos!” You squeal. Tightening your arms around his neck, you give him a kiss on his cheek. “We absolutely cannot.”

As if knowing where Rooster’s mind was headed, Hangman calls out from the beach, “Fucking get a room, man!”

Rooster's head falls into the crook of your neck and he groans. “Hangman, always the cockblock.”

You roll your eyes at your dejected boyfriend. “It’s cute you thought I was going to let you take me out here.”

That mustached lip flicks up. “Oh, I don’t know. I can be pretty persuasive.” To further prove his point, he gives you another long, slow kiss.

Then he dunks you into the ocean.

“BRADLEY!”

masterlist.

[ao3-rex1223]

~𝓣𝓲𝓮𝓭 𝓣𝓸 𝓨𝓸𝓾~

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!

Pairing: ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝔹𝕣𝕠!ℂ𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤 ℝ𝕖𝕕𝕗𝕚𝕖𝕝𝕕 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕊𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝔽𝕖𝕞!𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!

Tags: 18+ only, Minors DNI, Dead Dove Do Not Eat, brother x sister incest, incest kink, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, creampie, cunnilingus, mutual pining, soft dom, breeding kink, size kink, multiple orgasms.

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!

Summary: You arrive home for the summer after breaking up with your cheating boyfriend. Your brother, Chris arrives home as well for leave from the military. You share a heated moment together that changes your lives forever. At first, you try to suppress it, fight it, but eventually you both can't resist anymore...

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!

“I can't believe he'd do this to me!” you cry hysterically in your mother's arms. Sobs spill from your lips. You just caught your boyfriend fucking some girl under the staircase of the performing arts center at the university where you're both students. You only caught them because they were so fucking loud you thought someone was getting assaulted. Turns out the only victim was your eyeballs when you saw Seth's dick plunging into a cheerleader with her spanks shoved to one side and her skirt wedged above her hips. The taut O face she was making will forever be burned into your memory as will her screams. You just hope the bruise you left on his face after swinging your backpack full of textbooks at him stays in his memory.

“I'm so sorry, honey!” your mother murmurs soothingly. She rubs your back with gentle strokes. “It's too bad your brother isn't home till tomorrow; he'd have shown that boy not to toy with your heart!”

You scoff bitterly at the mere mention of your brother. “Right,” you reply sarcastically. “He'd probably just point and laugh at my pain and call me an idiot.”

“Oh, honey. I know you and your brother never really got along but…well…he's still your brother! I know he'd take care of you if you really needed him!” she argues, trying to comfort you. “Redfields always look out for each other!” 

You drop your arms to your side. “Yeah right! Just like that time I said I was being bullied and Chris just told me I was being a cry baby!”

“Well, that-” your mother begins, but you cut her off again. 

“Or the time we went to our cousin's birthday party and he picked me up and threw me in the pool!”

“It was a beautiful summer day that day!”

“I wasn't wearing a swimsuit! I had to ride home, chaffing in damp clothes!”

“But-”

“Mom, I know you're big on family and all that, but Chris has always hated me! I swear, he's resented me since the day I came home from the hospital!”

“Oh, I resented you from the moment Mom and Dad said they were having a second kid,” you hear your older brother's deep, resonant voice bellow through the room. You’re a bit surprised to see him home early, but it’s not totally unusual. You and your mother both turn to face him. Chris could always command the attention of everyone around him. That's why it never came as a surprise that he rose to the rank of captain in the special forces. He drops his pack on the ground, standing in the foyer wearing black jeans and a black T-shirt, tight against his skin and straining under his thick muscles. Your brother is at least twice your size.

You frown and storm away while hearing your mother quietly scolding her son. “C'mon now, Chris, your sister’s had a rough day…” her voice trails off as you reach your bedroom and shut the door quietly. 

You flop down face first on your bed, tears pooling in your eyes. You scroll through your phone, looking at pictures of you with your ex. You had been together for a year and a half. He had even met your brother last Christmas, although you're not sure if Chris ever even said two words to the guy. When you introduced them, Chris mumbled something about not wanting to hear anything about who's fucking his sister and walked away. It didn't bother you too much. After high school, Chris joined the military and has been a rare sight at home ever since. Then, you went off to college so you really only see each other on holidays or when your breaks from school match up with his leave. 

“You know, if you stare any harder at that damn phone, it's going to burn a hole in your eyes,” you hear Chris’ voice from your bedroom doorway. 

You turn up to look at him, wiping the tears from your face, trying to maintain a brave facade. You sniffle, holding tightly to your pride as you face him. “Go away, Chris!” You snort, annoyed that he would barge in on your grieving. You lay back down on your bed, turning away from him.

“Mom is making me come and apologize…” he grumbles.

“Oh wow, a forced apology from my brother is going to make me feel so much better after what happened!” you fire back with heavy sarcasm.

You hear him growl lightly. “Hey, it's not my fault you decided to date a cheating bastard! Maybe try thinking with your head instead of your cunt next time and you won't get hurt!”

You refuse to turn back and look at him and instead raise your middle finger at him. “Great apology, big brother. So happy you're here to look out for me!” you snap, rolling your eyes at the wall. More tears start to pool in your eyes.

You hear your brother's heavy footsteps trampling the floor as he stomps toward you. “Listen, you little brat!” He grabs your shoulder and turns you on your back so he can look down at you. He pins you in place with his giant arms as he stands next to your bed, hovering over you. “That guy was an asshole and I could have told you he'd fuck someone behind your back, but I knew you wouldn't believe me. And besides, how else are you supposed to learn? I bet you're not going to trust another asshole again just because he's nice to you, are you?” He lowers his head closer to yours, his breath hot on your cheek. His deep brown eyes match yours almost perfectly. His stare is intense and heated. New feelings begin to stir within you as you lay there, holding your breath without realizing it. “Look, my point is, I don't want you to get hurt, but I'm not going to baby you like Mom does. How else are you supposed to build up any kind of resilience?”

You finally start to breathe again. You narrow your eyes at him with sunken brows. “Is that why you tortured me my entire life? Because it was ‘good’ for me?” you ask him; your tone is accusing, like you're calling him out for using this flimsy excuse to justify treating you like shit all the time. 

He snorts. “Yeah. It is. Tell me, what did you do when you found loverboy with his cock balls deep inside some slut?” He keeps his gaze fixed on yours with raised eyebrows and you feel the heat rising between you by the second. 

He's my fucking brother, what is wrong with me!? you think to yourself. You gulp. “I hit him with my backpack full of textbooks.”

Chris smirks and chuckles darkly. “Good girl,” he comments, his voice even deeper. 

His praise does something to you; it rearranges your neurons somehow and zaps your rational thought. It must, because…you're…getting…wet. You try to hide the arousal and cover up your reaction to his words by smirking back at him. 

“Tell me, little sis, would you have stood up for yourself like that if you hadn't always had to take shit from me? If I had coddled you like everyone else did?” His glare intensifies and it only serves to boil your insides further.

Not only have you stopped holding your breath, you're nearly panting now. You feel something grazing the side of your thigh. Chris' knee maybe? Or could that be…?

He suddenly pulls back and heads for the door, facing away from you but turns his head back to look at you out of the corner of his eye. “My point is, all I wanted for you was to see you be strong and if you hate me because of it, so be it. Sure, I could have played the part of the overprotective big brother, but isn't it better to be ready to watch out for yourself? I figured as long as you're equipped to do that, I've done my job as your big brother.” He keeps walking without waiting for your reply and shuts your door after leaving your room. You lay on your bed, too stunned to do anything. You're confused, discombobulated, and…aroused. Fuck, you could feel the electricity surging between you when he was so close. It felt like enough to power the city. You shake your head. He's my fucking brother! You roll over and cover your head with a pillow, chalking up your weird reaction to the grief of going through a breakup. 

You wake up a few hours later and mosey to the kitchen for dinner. Your mother is just finishing setting the table and Chris is bringing out the food. 

“Feeling any better, sweetie?” your mother asks, a hopeful smile curling on her face. 

“Um, yeah…a little…” you mumble in reply. Your mind is still reeling from the breakup and whatever Chris was making you feel earlier. You avoid his eyes, knowing you can't face him just yet. Not until you've had enough time to panic-rationalize the fact that your brother turned you on without really even touching you. Well, given how absent he has been for the last several years and given that you never really had a good relationship, it's probably just that he doesn't really seem like your brother, not in your mind anyway. That's probably why he has the effect he does. And…you're lonely. Seth hadn't been very attentive to you the last few months. Now you know why. Mostly, you've had to take care of yourself with your hand and your imagination.  Guess that's going to be your fate for a while now. 

Unless…

Your mind conjures an image of Chris’ thick, muscular body pinning you to the bed with your legs on his shoulders, pumping his huge, fat cock into your sopping wet cunt, splitting you open and shooting his load deep inside you.

Oh God no! You shake your head, trying to evict the depraved thought from your mind. 

“Hey! Are you even listening!?” Chris' voice breaks through your dirty thoughts and captures your attention. 

“What?” you ask with a blush, knowing he had probably just said something to you that you completely missed…missed because you were thinking about him plowing you like a fertile field and fucking you senseless. Fuck, your panties are already getting wet. What the fuck is wrong with me!?

“Jesus Christ! Stop thinking about your ex! I can see the horny look in your eyes and it's disgusting!” He chides. Little do you know, he only hates the look in your eyes because he believes you're thinking about your ex…and not him. Fuck, he nearly didn't get out of your room in time earlier today. If he had lingered another second, he wouldn't have been able to hold himself back. As soon as he could see your perky little tits poking through your shirt, he knew he had to get the fuck out. He still wonders if you could feel his hardened cock poking your thigh. Shit, his baby sister has the perfect fucking little body to him; petite frame, round ass, and small tits. He never liked huge breasts. They just seem to get in the way. He was always attracted to the little ones and fuck him if you didn't have his favorite size. They're so cute and fucking tempting! His mouth watered at the thought of sucking on those perfect little tits. Somehow, he found the strength to leave and he knew then, he could never let himself be alone with you again. The problem is, his leave is two months and you’re home from college for summer break. There are way too many possibilities! 

“I'm not thinking about him!” you defend, slamming your fist on the table. You hold yourself back from blurting out the second half of your argument, lest you bring your parents to completely disown you…or commit you. “I'm…I'm done eating.” You rise from the table and head into the kitchen to clean your plate. You take a deep breath and head into the bathroom, trying to get a moment to yourself.

You sit with your knees up on the floor of the shower, hot water cascading down your body. It's impossible to get Chris out of your head. You were hoping the shower would wash your dirty thoughts away but they persist, uninhibited. You have the rest of Chris’ two month leave to endure and try to keep your hands to yourself. An idea hits you! You quickly wrap up your shower and scurry back to your room to grab your phone. You text everyone you know, every acquaintance in your phone book to try and make plans. If you're busy the whole summer, you won't be around Chris and you won't be tempted…to fuck your own brother. Oh and dates! Lots of dates! If you can find a nice boy to date, you'll certainly be able to get your mind off your brother and his fat dick. You quickly download a dating app. 

The following week is full of hangouts with friends during the day and dates at night. You decide not to explain to Chris why you're gone so much; you figure it's better to just stay away from him at all costs. But one night you're on a date with a guy that's seriously creeping you out. He's getting way too handsy and making comments about expecting ‘gratitude’ from you for buying your drinks. You manage to sneak away to the bathroom to call your brother for help. He answers on the third ring.

“What?” He answers curtly.

“Chris, can you come pick me up?” you ask softly, not wanting anyone to over hear. 

“What's going on? Are you okay?” he asks, alarmed. He jumps out of his chair, nearly knocking it over. All of his attention is now on you. He’s at a friend's place, knocking back a few beers when you call, but everything has faded from his conscious thought now except for you. You hear his friend in background say ‘hey, what the fuck, Redfield?’ Then you hear Chris reply to his friend, his voice sounding distant for a moment, “Fuck off.”

“I'm on a date…and it's kinda going south…” you reveal. 

“You're what!?” Chris bellows into the phone. “Who the fuck…Tell me where you are right fucking now!”

“The Downtowner Bar,” you whimper. Chris has never sounded this scary before. You begin to tremble and you wonder who you should fear more: your creepy date or your enraged brother. 

“You're in the bathroom?” You can hear his breaths increase as he runs to his car. 

“Y-yeah,” you answer.

“Stay in there until I get there!” he orders, leaving no room to question him. You hear his car door slam and then he hangs up. 

You stay hidden in the bathroom like he said but eventually your date, Kurt, waltzes into the women's bathroom looking for you. You freeze.

“Hey!” Kurt growls. “What the fuck? Get out here and finish your drink!”

You try to think quickly. “I…I'm not feeling well…I'm gonna wait for my brother to pick-”

“The fuck you are! I bought you top shelf whiskey! You're gonna take my dick so far down your throat tonight my balls will slap your chin.”

The bathroom door bursts open and Chris barrels in. “Get the fuck away from her, you piece of shit!” your brother yells. Your date spins around at the sudden and unexpected intrusion.

“Hey! What the fu-” Kurt is cut off by Chris’ fist colliding with his face. He stumbles backwards and hits the wall. 

Chris stomps after him and wraps his hand around Kurt’s throat, pinning him to the wall. Chris lifts the man off his feet by his neck. “You have two choices, asshole; go the fuck home and jerk yourself off until you pass out, or keep trying to lay hands on my sister and I'll fucking kill you with my bare hands.” He drops Kurt, who falls to the floor, gasping and coughing. Chris wraps his arm around your waist and guides you back to his truck without looking back. If he does, he might actually tear that fucking asshole’s throat out. 

The drive home is tense beyond measurement. You're too afraid to speak and Chris looks like he's in a raging war with himself. You have no idea how right you are. He's insanely jealous that you were on a date with another guy. He's also ungodly disgusted with himself for feeling jealous and coveting his own fucking sister. His hands grip the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turn white. His jaw is clenched so hard, he could crack a walnut. His eyes stay firmly ahead and on the road, which in the grand scheme of things is good…but your heart hurts just by the fact he's neither looking at you nor talking to you.

You shift and squirm uncomfortably in the passenger's seat. When you finally arrive home, you quietly enter the house, knowing your parents are asleep. You carefully remove your shoes and start to head for the stairs that lead up to your bedroom. Without a word, Chris lifts you over his shoulder and instead carries you to the basement stairs, on the way to his bedroom. 

Your heart begins to race. Could this really be happening? And why are you so excited about it!?

He closes and locks his bedroom door, grateful it's two floors separated from your parents bedroom. He sets you back on your feet, but your freedom is cut short, since, seconds later, he pins you to the wall with his tremendous bulk. He grabs your waist with both of his giant hands.

Your pussy is gushing slick and you let out a desperate moan. Please, kiss me. Just one kiss! you beg him in your mind. 

He must hear your telepathic pleas because a moment later his lips crash onto yours. He kneads your mouth with his then bullies his tongue past your teeth. His body presses tighter against yours, his cock hard and throbbing in his pants, poking your lower abdomen. His hands reach down to grab your shirt and pull it over your head. One hand reaches behind you to undo your bra and toss that away, too. His fingertips gently glide around your torso to the front so he can fondle your tits. He groans loudly, finally getting to feel the perfect, cute little mounds on your chest. “You're tits are unfairly perfect, little sis,” he comments with a gruff, hungry voice. “Fuck, I've been waiting for a week to get my hands on them.” He continues making out with you and groping your fun-size boobs then kisses his way down your neck and chest. He takes one of your pert breasts in his mouth and sucks. His moan is otherworldly and his suction increases as he grows hungrier.

Finally, with an impatient growl, he lifts you up and throws you on his bed. “Gonna taste your pussy next,” he adds. He's not asking. He tears off your pants and panties in a flash and dives in like a mad man, shoving your legs high in the air and over his shoulders while his mouth lunges into your delicious cunt. 

“Oh fuck,” you moan wantonly, your back arching sharp and tight like his mouth is electrifying your entire body. Pleasurable tingles shoot up your spine. Your legs flail and wiggle as your body is treated to intense, rapturous pleasure like you've never experienced before.

“Thought you could sneak away from me, didn't you, baby sis?” Chris condemns, then gives your clit a rough lick. “Going out on a date without telling me? That was fucking dumb, you know that? You thought you could keep this fucking body of yours away from me? This sweet pussy and these perfect little tits are all fucking mine, do you understand?” He licks a firm stripe up your gushing slit, his tongue lapping up your delicious cream. “No one else fucking touches you. No one else even gets to fucking see you like this, got it? Anyone else ever touches you again and I will fucking end them, do you understand me?”

Tears of overwhelming pleasure form in your eyes and another moan belts out from your parted lips. “Yes…fuck yes, big brother.” 

“Good girl. Fuck, the sweetest fucking pussy in the world belongs to my little sister.” Chris smirks, his gaze hot on yours before he returns to eating you out like a deprived, feral beast. His tongue maps out your pussy, memorizing every fold, every inch of soft, juicy flesh. His nose rubs your clit teasingly, never quite hitting the right rhythm but enough to send stars across your vision. You nearly buck yourself off the bed when his tongue slips inside your tight hole. You're like a hose with too much water pressure, wiggling and squirming around while your big brother holds you down by your hips and tongue fucks your pussy with the expertise of a fucking porn star. Your mind is briefly inundated with insecurity as you wonder how many women Chris has fucked, but you force that thought away. 

The pressure in your lower abdomen builds and tightens, growing more and more as he continues to work you. Sweat begins to bead on your forehead, your chest working double time to keep up with your heavy panting. “Oh, Chris…I'm gonna cum…big brother, I'm gonna fucking cum!”

“That's it, baby. Go on, come all over my fucking tongue. Cream your big brother's mouth.” His tongue works even faster, harder. His lips suck on your aching clit, determined to send you over the edge. “Let go, little sis. Let go for your big brother. Gonna take care of you.”

Your panting progresses to full on hyperventilating as the band in your belly snaps, breaking the dam and climaxing hard. Chris groans proudly into your pussy, drinking up every drop of your sweet essence. “Mine,” he growls. “You're fucking mine and no one else's.” He licks one more stripe up your delicious cunt then begins kissing his way back up your body. “Don't you ever,” he begins and pauses to sloppily kiss your belly, “fucking go off anywhere again without telling me first,” he commands with a gruff voice. His need to have you is overwhelming him. He's drowning in his obsession with you and there's no escape. When he’s made his way back to your face, he captures your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. You taste yourself on his tongue and it only serves to fuel you further, your slick core already heating up again. He pulls away briefly and stands up to remove his clothes. 

Your eyes widen, giddy at the prospect of finally getting to see his dick. You start to pant again, watching him with rapt attention like a rabid dog. 

He smirks as you watch him. His shirt comes off first, revealing his thick, bulky muscles decorated with scars. You have no misconceptions about what your brother does for a living so you're not too surprised, but you still want to kiss each and every one to show him how much you care, how much you love your big brother. Finally, his pants come off, his fat cock springing free as his boxers fall down to the floor. Precum leaks from his tip. 

Holy. Fucking. Shit!

That is the biggest cock you've ever seen! It's long and so thick! There is no question in your mind; that dick is going to fucking split you open, in half! It’s a weapon of mass destruction! But it's no matter. You'll happily die on a cock that exquisite. 

He smirks and chuckles softly as he grips the base of his dick, stroking lightly. “Like what you see, little sis?”

You nod, words escaping you at the moment. Your eyes never leave the delightful appendage Chris has in his hand. All rational thought has escaped you and the notion that you're about to fuck your own brother hasn't crossed your mind at all lately. 

Chris moves on top of you in the bed again. “Is my baby sister ready for big brother's cock?” He reaches down and slips a finger inside your soaking wet hole. “Fuck! You're so fucking tight! Didn't that asshole you were dating ever fuck you?”

You swallow hard, trying to focus on his question, but the sausage finger in your pussy is making it challenging. “Y-yeah.” You suck in a sharp gasp as he hits that sensitive spot on your walls. 

“Then, did he have a fucking needle dick?”

You let out a shaky chuckle. “He wasn't very big, no.” Plus, he hadn't touched you for months, anyway. 

“No matter,” he purrs. He gazes down at you with lust filled eyes as his finger curls inside you. “He doesn't get to fucking touch you ever again. This tight little pussy is mine!” He slips a second finger inside, wanting to stretch you gently before impaling you with that third leg he calls a dick. His fingers eagerly stroke your g-spot.

“Fuck…you're gonna make me cum again…” you whimper and pant as you writhe in pleasure beneath him. 

“Go ahead, baby sis. Cum on your big brother's fingers. It'll help you remember who you belong to.” He adds a third finger and fucks you harder with them, eventually using his thumb on your clit. 

Your hips buck wildly as you approach another orgasm. 

A low growl boils over from Chris' throat and he lifts your legs over his shoulders once more. “That oughta hold you in place!” He returns to fingering you, stretching your tight walls to make room for the grand finale. 

The band in your lower abdomen snaps again. You cry out as you cum a second time, your back bowing off Chris’ bed. “Oh fuck!” 

“Good girl,” Chris purrs, working you through your orgasm with his hand until you finally crash. He carefully withdraws his fingers and smirks wickedly. “It's time, little sis. Gonna fuck you out of your goddamn mind.” He lines himself up with his entrance and you're pretty sure he's still not going to fit, despite the prep work he did. He gently grips the tip of his cock between his thumb and index and middle fingers to guide his massive dick. He presses the head to your hole and it's already deliciously tight. He carefully feeds himself inside, feeling your walls squeeze him like a vice. “Shit…if I didn't know any better, I'd say I was popping my little sister's cherry right now.” He chuckles darkly, his morals already long gone. He inches in a bit further, eliciting a sweet, erotic moan from you. 

“Big brother…it…it's too much…you're…you're not gonna fit…” you whine, tears sliding down your face. 

“Oh, I'm gonna fit.” He slides in deeper, making you hiss from the stretch. “This pussy is mine and I will fucking ruin you for anyone else.”

More tears roll down your cheeks, the sensations of intense pleasure and pain overwhelming you. “Fuck…” your hands grip Chris’ massive biceps, nails digging in. 

He groans from the sensation. He looks down proudly at the joining of your bodies and smirks. “Look at that. Already halfway in, baby.” His eyes slowly glide back up to gaze into yours hotly. 

“Half…it's only half way!?” Fuck, your nearly bursting and his cock is only half way inside you? Shit, he really is going to split you open! 

“Mhmm. Ready for more?” He leans down and captures your lips in a hungry kiss. Without waiting for an answer, he pushes further, stretching you impossibly wider. His tongue swirls around your mouth. 

The noise you make is somewhere between a moan and a whine, a fitting product of what you feel. The stretch is like a burn, your body forming to fit the thick cock inside you. The pleasure is heavenly, every little twitch sends bolts of ecstasy through you. You’ll never understand how you can feel this good doing something so fucking wrong. But you don’t care anymore. You can’t fight it, you can’t avoid it. You fucking need Chris; you need your big brother to take care of you and fuck you sensless. Your mind turns to complete mush. “Please…deeper…” you whimper.

“What’s that, little sis? What do you need big brother to do?” he asks mockingly and pushes in further still. 

“I need all of you inside me…please big brother!” you beg with slightly slurred speech, already cockdrunk and he’s barely even fucked you yet. 

He lets out a deep chuckle, wicked and sinful. “Anything for my baby sister.” He ceases his intermittent inching and thrusts slowly but without pause inside you until he’s buried to the hilt. 

Drool leaks out of the corner of your mouth as he brings you to a near comatose state. His dick is so far inside your cunt, you feel like you’re about to choke on it. You let your eyes fall to your belly, seeing the bulge in your abdomen. It turns your depraved mind on even more and your pussy clamps down. “Oh fuck!” you moan, your chest heaving, feeling Chris’ massive cock inside you with every labored breath. 

“What a good girl. You’ve got my whole dick inside you. Gonna move now, baby.” He slowly withdraws halfway and presses back inside, both of you moaning hungrily. Gradually, the pain fades into even more pleasure, though you still feel a sting when he hits your cervix. He carefully increases his pace, the friction finally enough to stimulate that spongy spot inside your walls. Another orgasm starts creeping up on you. As his thrusts increase in speed, your small tits jiggle just slightly, but it is more than enough to grab Chris’ focus. He smiles down at your petite breasts like he owns them…which he does. 

Smirking, you reach for your breasts and pinch your nipples, enticing him. 

Chris growls as his eyes are saturated with even more lust. He leans down and kisses you fervently while grabbing your breast with one hand. He squeezes firmly and his pace increases further still. “I’m getting close, baby. Gonna cum inside you.”

Your walls tighten around him at the thought, but you protest weakly, “Chris…we shouldn't…I’m…you…we…”

“Shh. Don’t fight it, baby sis. I’m going to cum in you. It’s the only thing to do. How else am I gonna show my little sister how much I care?” He chuckles darkly and sucks on your neck. His pace increases yet again and now he’s hammering into your cunt without remorse. 

Your eyes roll back as he rearranges your guts. You hear the wet sounds of your skin slapping together, your slick smearing all over both of you. 

“You can’t lie to me, sis. I know you want this. I know you want me to cum in you. Hell, I bet you’d let me fucking breed you,” he jokes meanly. 

He’s not wrong, though you’re still grateful for the IUD inside you. The depraved thought sends you over the edge and another orgasm hits you like a freight train. Your legs curl, gripping his shoulders. You cry out, panting and moaning his name. Your entire body trembles, shuddering from the euphoria. He fucks you harder, chasing his own high and in the process, makes you squirt. Warm liquid gushes from your contracting pussy, soaking your brother from his dick all the way down to his knees. 

“Yes! Fuck yes! Fuck yes! Shit, baby, didn't know you were a squirter.” He grins, your essence splashing everywhere as he continues thrusting. Finally, he shoves his dick balls deep and cums. You feel his thick, sticky ropes hit your cervix with addicting intensity. He holds himself inside you as he rides out his orgasm, unwilling to let even a drop go to waste. “Fuck…” he murmurs. He pants heavily, trying to catch his breath. His muscles shake, finally weakening after what he just did. When he’s certain he’s filled you to the brim, he collapses beside you, laying on his back. 

There’s no better feeling in the world than being freshly fucked like you have just been and feeling hot, gooey cum leak from your pussy. You roll over and lay yourself on his chest, kissing his cheek and jaw sweetly. “That was…fuck…the most amazing sex ever…”

He wraps his arms around you. “Yeah. I’d been trying to stop myself…but I’m tired of fighting it…I don’t care that I just fucked my sister. I’m gonna keep doing it, too. Feels too fucking good.”

“Yeah. It does,” you agree. You share another tender, passionate kiss then fall asleep, lying naked in your big brother’s arms. 

[abitterberryblog]

aequa is so real because if i had to go to some death battle royale match watched by children and random violent citizens just for some GUY my dad wants me to spy on because my dad has beef with his dad and it ends up being some awkward study hangout turned TRAUMATIC BLOODSHED EVENT where said random guy saves ME and then EVERYONE and then shows up in school so now i OWE him but talking to a seventh could mess with my record ranking so now i still owe him? but like. secretly?

but he's a lying LIAR all the time and hella suspicious? and then he shows VIOLENT TENDENCIES and then also starts breaking my never-been-done-before record by MILES? and then i try calling him out and exposing his cheating but that ends up in me LOSING MY RANKING and my STUDENT FAVORITISM. and also turns out he's actually not cheating just somehow? smarter or something? like what the fuck?

again, all to SOME GUY that joined the academy late.

i would actually start tweaking. you all would have to all physically restrain me from strangling him and then myself and then everyone else.

[averyangrypossum]

Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce the

Flowerbroadcast AU!

Based on the two drawings I did of a fankid for the ship radiostatic.

The full-body one

And the one with both Vox and her

And now, I’m gonna tell you all about it and exactly who the fuck this little kid is.

Lotus is the daughter of Vox (as you can tell) and Alastor and is six years old. She was created shortly after Vox and Al broke up, oh yeah I should probably talk about their relationship status. Vox and Alastor, unlike in canon, weren’t only close friends but were dating at some point, mostly because Alastor wanted to manipulate Vox’s feelings to where he’d be more compilable but accidentally took it too far, and since Vox is a piss baby Alastor decided to entertain Vox for a while.

Was this relationship healthy?

NO!

Would Vox say these were the best years of his afterlife?

Yeah.

But anyways, in this au when Vox asks Alastor to “join his team” he was actually proposing and Alastor finally realized,

“Shit maybe this has gone out of hand” and breaks it off with Vox which leaves Vox heartbroken and with an incel breakdown. Now instead of trying to move the fuck on, he has our little darling Lotus, who he has trying to fill the hole that Alastor left.

So obviously having a child for that reason isn’t going to make you a good parent.

Lotus’ relationship with the Vees are as follows in the particular order.

1 Velvette: She does Lotus’s hair everyday and picks out outfits for her to post on her social media before Lotus immediately undos everything that Velvette does and just goes for pigtails and her nightgown. Velvette has wine aunt energy and is probably the only one of the Vees to know how to talk and get through to Lotus.

2 Valentino: Surprising I know, but Lotus doesn’t know what he does to his workers, she knows what he does for work but grew up with thinking that was just something normal since Valentino was never hush hush about his job around her much to Vox’s dismay. Valentino isn’t a big fan of children and doesn’t hang around her often, but sometimes he’ll draw along side her while bitching about a particular show she’s watching even though it’s literally made for kids.

3 Vox: Wow, how bad do you have to fuck up for a pimp who hardly spends time with her to be ranked higher than her own father?? Vox, despite making the conscious decision to have her, he isn’t around like at all. Hes a workaholic through and through, and mostly leaves her with nannies and Velvette. Doesn’t mean he doesn’t love her. Au contraire he loves her with all his heart and soul. Will give her anything except quality time. He uses her more of an accessory than a child.

Now how exactly Lotus was made is up to you.

A robotic creation Vox made? Sure!

Some voodoo magic shit? Yeah!

Some weird magic thing where she kinda just poofed into existence? Why not!

Mpreg? I mean, do what you wanna do ig?

Cuz it really doesn’t matter!

This whole au starts with Lotus running away from the Vee tower to explore hell since she's basically Rapunzel. She gets lost and terrorized by sinners until our deer Alastor rescues her. Seeing his chance to promote the hotel he takes her there where she is offered to stay there by Charlie when Lotus complains about how bad her dad is. She graciously accepts because shes only six but is going through her “My dad hates me and I hate him” era. Which I mean…I would get that impression too if I didn’t see my dad that much.

Wait my dad lives across the country…don't talk to me rn I’m busy dyeing my hair black and becoming emo 🖤

But anyways she stays there while Vox is loosing his fucking mind, and becoming more mentally unstable.

Meanwhile! She's having the time of her life with the hotel's residents and a new father figure who treats her well and pays attention to her! Alastor! Now Al doesn’t know she is his kid, but that doesn't stop him from being a better dad than Vox out of spite!

Anyways, thats all I have, for now! Stay tuned my friends~

[lemonbeemon]

Where I think Miquella’s Followers were from and what their lives were like Pre-Shattering; A Short List

(Disclaimer that this is purely for fun and comprised of headcanons. I do not claim anything below as irl lore.)

Needle-Knight Leda; An orphan, probably from around Leyndell or somewhere on the Altus Plateau. Her life was misfortuned long before she met Miquella and swore herself to knighthood, so she has an unhealthy attachment to her "lord".

Redmane Freyja; A Redmane obviously, but I think her family likely originated from Limgrave. She started her career as a warrior/duelist long before she joined Radahn's army and rose through the ranks quickly due to her experience and prowess.

The Hornsent; We learn about his life a little in the dlc, but I hc him as a very different person pre-Marika and his family's death. A religious man and a homemaker, its no wonder he went insane with grief and hatred. I imagine he was absolutely WHIPPED for his wife and was the sort of dad who lets his kid put him in ridiculous outfits because it makes them happy.

Sir Ansbach; You're TRIPPING if you think this man wasn't a member of Leyndell's high society prior to meeting Mohg. The grace, the class, the educated mentality. This man was likely a noble or wealthy educator of some kind, and I hc that he was the organizer behind most of Mohg's ambitions & early cult years. He taught Mohg to be a leader of class and wit, and Mohg taught him to embrace his bloodlust. In my mind, they were together from the beginning and now Ansbach is alone.

Thiollier; There is a somewhat popular theory that this weak kitten boi is a surviving member of the Shaded Castle. AKA the noble House Marais. And you know what? They're right. Not only is he french-coded, this youthful tarnished was almost certainly wrote to reflect the emotional outcome of child neglect/abuse. Before meeting Saint Trina, it's clear he had little to live for. Like Leda, I hc that his childhood plays a large part in his obsessive personality towards a "savior" figure.

Sir Moore; This sweet pest obviously grew up in the Land of Shadow. I hc that he was in fact born a member of the forager brood & spent his young years exploring old ruins and unearthing unique "treasures" of the Hornsent v. Messmer war. Later, he learned incantations through the Rot to transform himself into a more human appearance and was likely the first to join Leda and Dane when they followed Miquella through the veil. He was always a valued member of the group, and I imagine Leda and Dane were too soft on him to consider killing him in timeline where the Tarnished convinces him to stay out of the final battle.

Dryleaf Dane; A reserved man, he was likely born to somewhere on the Altus Plateau and became a missionary for the Golden Order. He left the Lands Between long ago to spread the word of Marika, and likely went so far West he was in the East once more. I hc that he spent over a decade in the Land of Reeds learning martial arts, and likely only returned to the Lands Between Post-Shattering. Dane gives big "white man goes to Japan to learn how to be a Samurai" energy, the kind from those old movies your dad loves (you know the ones)

[sanderssidesthehouse]

Sanders Sides Ranked: Flirting???

Why do I have “For Legal Reasons This is a Joke” stamped on the front here? Because I get to saying some shit later that is NOT meant to be taken seriously. I enjoy saying words recreationally and making bits, not everything I say all the time is an accurate representation of my thoughts or beliefs and I just want to make that clear when posting on the piss on the poor webbed site.

Sorry, Logan. I don’t think he cares actually, but just in case. I would [verb] you. I also don’t think he cares about that, but just in case.

Also after adding the text on Logan's picture I decided I should add a little blurb to every slide so you can tell exactly how not biased I am.

When trying to decide on widespread appeal I had to acknowledge that most people would probably find him kind of annoying, which is his right, for sure, but then I had to gauge how annoying and how much that mattered and it took me a while.

For niche appeal, I just think that most theater kids™ don’t want to [verb] other theater kids™. They do [verb] for sure, but mostly because they can’t get anyone else because they’re theater kids™ and I think other insecure people mostly want to give him a hug.

(I was a theater kid but not a theater kid™, though I knew some. I just want theater kids™ to know it is their right to be insufferable.)

He's really kind of got two tricks, one is being dad and the other is being sad. I think I'd like to give him a Patt-on the head. If you're into that, though, hopefully you're also into frogs.

Look I was at one point part of all four niche appeal groups and I’m still part of two, this may be a targeted attack, but I caught myself in the crossfire.

Putting Roman in there was a joke bc you cannot tell me you don't classify what Janus was doing as flirting and it worked very well on our prince.

And unrelated to the ranking, I just get jump scared every time I see what Janus actually looks like bc he has long hair to me now. Where are his beautiful locks? Who cut my wife's hair?

Ok look. Quality of banter. We ALL saw his episode, ok? That was NOT top tier creative work. Granted he’s been locked in the basement for a long time so it’s understandable, but that doesn’t change the facts. 

For his blurb I was between what I wrote and something along the lines of "I would forcefem him" and I don't think either of those convey to you how not biased I am but just know that I adore him.

I had a blast making this, I kept cracking myself up, which means probably zero other people think it’s funny but here we are.

I actually went into this thinking I would have Logan as the worst and I thought Roman and Janus would tie for best so I’m glad to see we all have the same general consensus. It looks like this list would go Roman, Janus, Patton, Remus, Virgil, Logan.

I did my best to cut out any egregious swearing and anything explicit so I hope everyone can appreciate my sacrifice /j. Thanks for joining me, argue about it in the comments and reblogs. (<- Also a joke, please be nice.)

[annie-creates]

Finally home

Pairing: Abby Anderson x reader

Genre: fluff

Words: 1400

Note: So this is my 30th fic and it's also the first day of spring so I wanted to put out this little thing that's been living in my head rent free lately. It is far from the fandoms I normally write for but here we are. I'm warning you the events of the game are kinda switched around to fit the story. I hope you'll like it anyway.

Life hasn’t been easy on you. From the moment your mother sent you to a Firefly base when you were still just a child, you had to fight and fend for yourself. Earning everything you had, contributing to be fed, helping to have a place to sleep, growing up has been tough. And still you could thank heavens you were placed with the Fireflies who protected you and took care of you in the apocalypse. You imagined the worst thing that could happen to someone was to be left alone. You had friends amongst the other children, adults who brought you up, and Abby.

Abby was never too close nor too far from you, having closer friends but always keeping an eye out for you. You were inseparable back in the Salt Lake City, and even when your group disbanded, you followed her anywhere she wanted to go, your next refuge being the WLFs. You never questioned her, never doubted her decisions. Not until she killed Joel Miller. You understood, Abby’s dad being the closest thing you had to your own, but even after she leveled the score, the hunger for revenge didn’t settle. The more ruthless she became the more you drifted apart.

All the tension or fondness was lost in the days and weeks she spent away hunting down members of Ellie’s group. If you were once friends, now you were hardly two people who used to know each other. Yet you never lost your hope in her, believing she’ll come to her senses and actually live her life focused on herself and not the blood of others. The rumors of Fireflies regrouping gave you hope. You’d finally find a home again together.

“Abby please, fuck this WLF shit and let’s just go back.” You reasoned with her, when you met by luck after another few months not hearing from each other.

“I still have shit to do here.” She argued unwavering in her stance.

“Like what? We both know Isaac’s plan is trash.” You furrowed your brows at her.

“Just because you’re not at the top of the game doesn’t mean everyone else is dumber than you Y/n.” She scoffed at you.

“Excuse me, I don’t give a shit what ranking he gave to anyone!” You folded you hands over your chest.

“Yeah yeah, just because you’re low. Don’t pretend you wouldn’t like being a commander.” She taunts you.

“Now you’re just being mean. You know I don’t give a fuck about that.” You weren’t going to let her off that easily this time.

“You’re just jealous. Go run back to the Fireflies where you’re cared for like the lost puppy you are and leave the real job to the big girls.” She levels you with a look of cruelty and disdain.

“Fine. But don’t run back to me when you get lost again.” Shaking your head you leave to pack your backpack so you can have a head start for when the WLF finds out you’re a traitor.

You didn’t give a shit anymore for any one of them, you didn’t want to join any petty fights for territory of supplies. You wanted to live as close to a normal person as anyone could and maybe, just maybe try and help save the world somehow, or make it just a little bit better. You couldn’t do that at the WLF, but with the Fireflies you could at least try. They weren’t saints, but in comparison to the WLF and Seraphites they were your safest option. Maybe it was finally time to let Abby go her way after the countless times you tried to save her from the fate she was choosing for herself.

As you’re packing to leave, you hear Abby in an argument with Mel. You didn’t want to eavesdrop, but you simply couldn’t help yourself. “You’re a piece of shit, Abby.” Is all you can make out before Mel slams the door and you leave in fear of being discovered watching their moment. You didn’t agree, but you couldn’t argue against it either. The more time passed on the more questionable choices Abby was making. The last thing you wanted to do was abandon Abby, yet that’s what she was continuously forcing you to do. Maybe you needed to listen to your own advice and start focusing on your own life instead of others.

While she runs off to do god knows what with god knows who, you travel to the Catalina Island alone. It was a loose thread, but it was still a better shot than nothing. Plus it wasn’t like you could turn back and crawl back to the WLF begging for their forgiveness, if there even was any WLF anymore. And to your luck, the Fireflies excitedly accept you back, happy to regain one of Anderson’s medical students you used to be back in Salt Lake City before your mission to save the population and find a cure went to trash. For months you watched out for any rumors of tracks of Abby but all the leads run cold. The group couldn’t contact her even when she made a contact with them some time after you joined, promising to arrive in a few days. But few days turned into months and Abby Anderson was considered lost and dead, even though no one talked about it or mentioned it.

Until you found her. She and one of the new boys she met, Lev, in a boat arrived at the island in a pitiful state of barely living. Being part of the medical team now, you treated their injuries and took care of nursing them back to health. While you left Lev to be watched over by the team, you couldn’t stand leaving Abby in such cold and unwelcoming place unknown to her. So you took her to rest in your own apartment not too far away, laying her down on your washed out pillows but in warm sheets and clean duvets none the less.

“Y/n.” She states with a horse voice she clearly hasn’t used for some time.

“Shh, it’s okay. I’ve got you now.” You assure her cleaning her bleeding wounds.

As she falls back into her delirious dreams you treat her injuries dressing them up in a clean white gauze, finding many new cuts and bruises, some of which you could hardly imagine what caused them. Even her face was littered with wounds deep enough to leave a nasty scar. She lost a noticeable amount of muscle and her once toned arms seemed weaker now cover in blood. Her dirty blonde hair you often braided for her were messily cut off too short and covered in layers of dirt and soil.

“Hey, you need to drink something.” You carefully wake her up to get her started back on some fluids as soon as possible.

“Hmh...” She clearly wanted to say something but she hardly had the energy to even stay conscious.

“Don’t, it’s gonna be okay. Everything’s going to be okay.” You pacify her after you half force some water into her.

“Don’t leave!” She catches your arm weakly with the most scared and vulnerable look you’ve ever seen on her.

“I won’t.” you assure her as you lay down in bed next to her, careful not to touch any of her wounds to not cause her any more discomfort or pain.

“Just hold me.” Abby pleads with you, but she didn’t have to ask you twice.

“I’ve got you. You’ll be okay.” You comfort her as you stroke her short hair and hold her shivering shoulders. “Everything is going to be fine.”

“I’m sorry.” Abby whines halfway unconscious again.

“Don’t be. You’re home. You are cared for.” You whisper to her as you rock her weakened body back to sleep.

You give her a little kiss into the crown of her hair. She was still the most beautiful and precious thing to you, no matter her crimes and punishments. It will grow back eventually. Her injuries will heal, and all of this will become just a faded memory over time. You’ll help her fight off any scarecrows and demons of her past, in her dreams and in the reality. She was finally back, and you won’t ever let her leave again. You both already lost too much in your hunt for revenge and justice. You finally found your home.

[which-qsmp-egg-would]

It's finally time for the February summary!

And you NEVER guess who won again!

Richarlyson

With 12/58 polls won (20%!!!) and another win under his belt, it's safe to say I'm scared of him. Richarlyson was voted most likely to:

Dig holes in the yard for no reason

Be a terror to a babysitter

Pretend to be kidnapped during a road trip

Try to get struck with lightning

Be a biter

Be better off if he were raised by wolves

Spin in an office chair enough to break it

Wear shorts in 0° weather

Lick a metal pole as a joke but get stuck

Be an Ethogirl

Start the plot of 'The Parent Trap'

Love 'Fortnite'

Wonderful chaos child.

SunnySideUp

Some things never change, do they? Coming in 2nd place for the 2nd month in a row, with 11/58 polls won, is our sunshine princess! They've been voted most likely to:

Sleep with no less than 7 blankets

Demand to paint her parent's nails

Watch Winx Club

Hold their breath to get what they want

Cry every time a parent takes her fishing

Drive around the island in a toy car

Become a leaf millionare on the playground

Wear light up shoes

Follow an internet tutorial to become a mythical creature

Have the most insane roleplay with barbie dolls

Make friendship bracelets

What perfect results for Tubbo's princess!

Dapper

I was actually surprised to see Dapper in 3rd this month! With a score of 9/58 polls won, she's certainly climbed the ranks this time! Dapper has been voted most likely to:

Be really into bugs

Have a dinosaur hyperfixation

Learn how to perform magic tricks

Be able to name every local animal species by name

Perform surgeries on his stuffed animals

Hyperfixate on 'Digimon: Digital Monsters'

Love 'Undertale'

Create "potions" in the bathtub

Collect mundane objects

Ah, just like his father. (I think they would love Digimon, and I will CRACK on this hill)

Pepito

Next is the littlest huevo ever, Pepito with 8/58 polls won! Pepito has been voted most likely to:

Climb a tree and get stuck

Have a comfort blanket that's probably falling apart

Have a pocket full of rocks by the end of the day

Sit on the floor to watch TV

Only sleep in a onesie

Wear velcro shoes because Pepito can't tie Pepito's laces

Accidentally call the teacher mom/dad

Be unable to keep a poker face

I'm realising how long this post is going to be now...

Tallulah

Now is when the point drop off happens. Coming in at 5/58 polls, Tallulah has been voted most likely to:

Eat flowers and judge them by color and taste

Make Valentine's day cards for everyone on the island

Write a musical for her siblings to play in

Cut her own hair

Be the teacher's pet

I'm glad to see her higher up on the list this month! I can't wait to see if her model gets redesigned, I'm confident it will look awesome.

Chayanne

Coming in just under his sister with 4/58 polls, Chayanne has been voted most likely to:

Be concerningly excited to go fishing

Read Sun Tzu's 'The Art of War'

Play the drums

Make a pillow fort to comfort a sibling after a nightmare

He may have come in lower this month, but I'm sure he's happy his sister is getting the attention.

Ramón

These next three are tied, with 3/58 polls won! Ramón has been voted most likely to:

Get really into Hide and Seek

Be on tech for Tallulah's musical

Join Richas in the plot of 'The Parent Trap'

Leonarda

With 3/58, Leonarda has been voted most likely to:

Pretend to be a werewolf on the full moon

Be raised by Wolves

Wear Heelies

Empanada

Now the last with 3/58, Empanada has been voted most likely to:

Sew cool outfits for her siblings

Exclusively eat poptarts in the morning

Have a sugar crash from all of the Valentine's day candy

I'm noticing a theme with those three.

Pomme & Chunsik

Unfortunately, Pomme and Chunsik did not win any polls in February. While Chunsik is the newcomer, Pomme hasn't won a poll yet! Although after that wonderful Paintball poll, I imagine that will change for March! Better luck next time, my complimentary-colored eggs.

[cleo30300]

• M.A.A.D CITY , CHAPTER ONE! BACKSEAT FREESTYLE.

warnings : none!

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— “ Miles Morales.. seventeen years old.. attends Brooklyn Visions…— “

A secretary reads the contract out loud, straightening the paper with the tips of her manicured fingers. She’s standing perfectly upright, professional glasses perched on her nose admirably. Miles is mentally sinking into his chair, but physically, he’s sitting in a cool manner with a stoic expression. Hazel eyes focused on the man rotating in his chair behind the beautifully carved wooden desk. Don’t take your eyes off of him. You hesitate, he hesitates.

He’s cracking his knuckles, trying to prevent his leg from bouncing so he doesn’t look nervous even though he is. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Once in a lifetime, people get signed by Norman Osborn and he just happens to be one of the lucky ones. Trophies and belts are plastered on the walls in elegant glass cases, and it only makes him feel more pressured. Miles bit the inside of his cheek, narrowing his eyes and trying to keep focus on what the secretary was saying.

“ He’s in the middle of his junior year at Brooklyn Visions and lives with his mother. “

“ Just his mother?.. And who is she? “, Norman’s gravelly voice echoes throughout the large office. Miles cringes at the way the older man enunciated the fact that he only lives with his mother.

“ Rio Morales, she’s forty one years old and works as a nurse. “

Miles is also cringing at the fact that they know so much about him and his family. Does he know everyone in the city?

“ Perfect! You have a nurse to go back to if you get injured on the job, kiddo! “, the man slaps his knee harshly and croaks out a laugh. Miles doesn’t think it’s very funny and his eyebrows furrow. His knuckles don’t make a popping noise when they crack anymore since he’s done it to every finger by now.

He wonders if they know about you and where you live.

Norman’s laughter dies down and he takes a sip of the water that looks like it’s been sitting there for a very long time.

“ You’re only seventeen and you’re all ready to go, huh?”, he says, popping his chapped lips, “ Yeah. That’s some passion, kid. We need young boys like you to join the ranks, ‘cause these old fools just aren’t doin’ it anymore. “

“ Thank you. “, the corners of Miles’ lips quirk up. This has been his dream since his uncle first showed him the belts he and his dad won ‘ back in the day. ‘. Since he entered the ring on the day of his very first match, it was shady and underground but it still counts. His dream expanded when he met you. A need to make you and his mama feel proud of him. He needs this.

“ It was nice to meet you, Mr. Osborn. “, he stands up from the velvet seat, fixing his jacket and making sure not to wrinkle the nice carpet that's under his feet.

“ It was good to meet you too, Morales. I think you and I are going to be good partners, eh? “

Miles nods, making a silent oath to his uncle and father that he’ll prevail in this industry. He’s not throwing away his shot.

“ He’s just like his mom, y’know? “, Ms. Morales’ voice cuts through your mind as you scrub the porcelain dish sitting in the sink. The atmosphere of the Morales home is always cosy and you’re glad that it stays domestic and comfortable even when Miles isn’t here to ensure you don't say the wrong thing. Which you haven’t, by the way, which gives you a point. ( Miles said you wouldn’t stand a chance without him. )

“ How so? “, you ask, drying the plate with a towel. She taps a spoon against a tall, plastic bowl to dump the rest of the leftovers from tonight's meal into it. “ Well, he’s stubborn. Doesn’t listen, cabeza dura. “

“ Those sound kinda negative. “, you laugh, smiling as you put the dishes in their respectful areas.

“ Yes, but— they’re good qualities. Means he doesn’t know when to quit and that’s a good thing. You keep trying and you get somewhere. “, she sighs, “ That’s where I want my little boy to be. ‘Cause he’s special and I know you see it, too. That’s where I want this whole boxing thing to take him, y’know? “

You hum, smiling warmly to yourself at this interaction with your best friend's mother. You’re glad she likes you and you’re glad that she can see that you see Miles the way she does. He’s a sweet boy, caring, a little sarcastic and silent but it’s okay. Because he makes up for it with the little things—like texting you goodmorning and goodnight— it’s the smaller things that make up for his slightly abrasive personality. You understand him like no other, you think. He understands you the same.

The front door’s knob rattles a bit before he’s walking in, unexpected but not unwelcome ( Not in his own home, of course. ) He’s not wearing a sour expression or sporting a black eye, instead, there’s a slight raise in his eyebrows. A slight glow in his already bright eyes. You’re smiling too, he notices as he looks up at you standing in the kitchen of his apartment.

“ Hey. “, you say, drying your hands and walking toward him.

“ Hey, “ and he’s inching closer towards you, placing a hand on your shoulder and trying to hold back his ecstatic smile. “ I got it. “

“ You got the contract? “

He nods, the whites of his teeth breaking through his lips as he closes his eyes and looks down towards the floor. Ms. Morales walks towards the both of you and wraps Miles into a big hug. “ Estoy tan orgulloso de ti, mi hijo! “

She looks at you and brushes your hair back with her hand, nodding, “ You’re a good one, dear. “ This has been his dream for a long time and he’s finally accomplishing it. She’s glad that you’re here with him, you make him better. Good.

You can’t help but nod, unsure of what to say. You feel like thank you would be too formal, but doing nothing at all would be rude. So you just nod.

“ No es así, mami. Ella es solo una amiga. “, he says, looking away from you and turning to her.

“ Oh, no seas así. Ella también es bonita! “

You understand bonita. It means pretty. She thinks you’re pretty and that’s all you want to know about their conversation. Ms. Morales exits the kitchen and walks off to her own room, smiling to herself. Miles looks at you bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck and sighing. “ Did you already eat somethin’? “

“ Did you? “

“ .. No. “

translations :

cabeza dura. - hardheaded.

Estoy tan orgulloso de ti, mi hijo! - I’m so proud of you, my son!

No es así, mami. Ella es solo una amiga. - It’s not like that, mami. She’s only a friend.

Oh, no seas así. Ella también es bonita! - Oh, don’t be like that. She’s pretty too!