#and shooting contests to see who the better shot is

[silverselfshippingchaos]

PALS!!!! meet my new bestie!!!

[moongreenlight]

Like 800 words of a Ghoap x Reader fic I've been sitting on for way too long. School is hard. Life is busy. I love you and miss you.

Premise: Ghost is a porn director, Soap is an actor, you're Ghost's girlfriend.

mdni. nsfw below the cut.

Ghost abusing his authority over Soap and getting him to come in early/late to shoots so he can get a few ‘warm-up’ shots in (bending Soap over the chaise in his dressing room) or randomly calling for ‘emergency shoots’ (he wants to take a shitty iPhone video of Soap on his hands and knees gagging on his cock).

It started out as a means to end Johnny’s bitching. He refused to take performance boosters, citing some bullshit argument about how “if athletes cannae use them, neither can I.” A non-argument, Ghost thought. But still, he found himself bullying the man into a tech room and letting him grind on the toe of his boot until he spilled his mess on the floor. It didn’t solve the problem. Like giving a begging dog table scraps. 

Johnny apparently needed his cock milked before any shoot where he was expected to come on camera. Howled like a bitch in heat until Ghost appeased him, and even after that it was touch and go. 

But then there was his dove. Dutifully waiting for him every night. Sweeter, more soft than Soap. Less whining, similar resistance, but took easier to his guiding hand. Never had any issue with his work. Never a flare of jealousy when he spent most of his day staring at writhing naked bodies. 

Simon figured out somewhere in his balancing act that he was able to work out some of his aggression on Johnny. Brat takes it better. He doesn’t get a feeling like stones are being slowly added to the pressure on his ribs when he sees Soap’s big blue eyes get teary. He’s gentler with his dove. Takes his time because he can. 

He’s fantastic at keeping his work and private lives completely separate. Fucking exemplary. You’d think they were entirely different planets the way he seemed to turn completely off to them. 

Ghost finds himself net neutral on the situation. It’s like picking between his left and right hand to fist over his cock. More an issue of convenience. Not like he’s got a standout sex drive, it mostly just happens as appeasement. Get Johnny to quit sodding griping, keep the dove happy in her cage. 

But of course, worlds collide. They always do when they revolve so close to one another. There’s bound to be a rotation in the axis that sends them smashing into one another.

And of course it happens on a day where Johnny is entirely out of control. Whining in scenes, ruining takes, wasting film and time; time he’s paid- fucking handsomely- to be pleasant for. 

Ghost hears her before he sees her. Standing next to one of the cameras with a cigarette clamped between his teeth, glowering down the barrel at Soap who was making a sour face and rubbing oil onto the back of some actress with a thin towel covering her modesty. His ears are tuned to the frequency of her voice, picking it out with ease amongst the dull chatter that had flared since the cameras stopped rolling even from all the way down the hall. 

She was chatting with the receptionist who no doubt chose to walk her where she needed to be to bask in the warmth that was her company. His bird had that effect on people. Always sweet and sunshine. Saved the sharp wit and snark for home or to be whispered in his ear. Trained perfectly by his expert hand. 

He didn’t bother looking away from Johnny when she walked in the door. Now engaged in some sort of silent staring contest. Ghost glaring down the crook of his nose at the smaller man. He couldn’t quite pick out if the look in Johnny’s eyes was disdain or desire. They were synonymous at this point. Shame he couldn’t sort out that attitude of his properly now. Save everyone the fucking tantrum.

He calls for a cut. Gruffs out a tight 5 and reset. Tosses his cigarette to the ground and crushes it under the heel of his boot. He doesn’t have the time to turn around before he hears two planets collide. 

“- you lookin’ for a role, bonnie? Ye know, I’ve got connections ‘round here. Make ye a star in fifteen minutes.”

Her laugh is honest and amused. It cuts straight through the sound of the studio and rings like church bells. 

“Oh, I dunno. I’m a terrible read.”

He looks over his shoulder and sees Johnny tying the belt of his robe in a lazy knot over his hip. More decorative than anything seeing as the plush thing is cast open all the way down his torso. Exposing, with painfully obvious intention, the gloss of oil on skin and the whorls of dark hair that decorate his chest. 

“Dinnae believe that for a minute. ‘Sides, pretty girl like you hardly needs to talk. Bet we could work out a scene where you only have to open your mouth for-”

He’s cut off when the receptionist knocks her shoulder into his and throws him a warning look on her way out. It doesn’t strike the chord it should, but it fulfills the end goal all the same.

[scary-grace]

camera shy - a Shigaraki x f!Reader fic

You're a villain who likes catching heroes in compromising positions, and when you can't do that, you put them there yourself. It's not until you capture Tenko Shimura that you lose the upper hand. (All Might rescues Tenko AU, pro hero!Tenko, villain!reader, 2k words. Suggestive if you squint.)

There’s nothing pro heroes care about more than their image, so in your opinion, they were just asking for a villain like you. Somebody has to show the public what the heroes are really like underneath, after all, and you’ve got a flair for the dramatic, so why shouldn’t it be you? All it really takes is a little research, a little luck, a decent video camera or two, and a hell of a lot of rope.

It’s not the heroes with the skeletons in their closets who interest you. Somebody like Endeavor, who’s been at the center of scandal after scandal, has nothing new to say. You like a hero who still has a secret or two, a hero who’s a real challenge to capture long enough for a good confession cam. With those criteria in mind, it really was inevitable that you’d go after newly minted pro hero Tenko Shimura.

You have to hand it to Tenko – he was hard to catch. You knew he’d be hard to catch, given his quirk, but that was what made catching him so much fun. You caught one of his hands first, then trapped the other while he was still trying to figure out what was going on, and then you went to work. Now you have his hands tied above his head, fingers splayed apart so he can’t bring them together or touch anything else. With other heroes, you’ve done some fancy rope-work to jazz up the shot, but you don’t think you need that here. Tenko looks pretty good just like this.

Tenko Shimura watches you through narrowed red eyes as you adjust the camera angles. “Are we shooting a porno or something here?”

“Careful what you say, hero. This is all B-roll,” you say, and Tenko blanches. “I’m kidding. Loosen up.”

“Loosen up. Right.” Tenko rolls his wrists, but you’re confident in your knots, and they hold. “Seriously. What am I doing here?”

“We’re just going to have a talk,” you say. Tenko’s eyes follow you from camera to camera. “You’ve seen my videos, right? Or at least you’ve seen the ones your friends were in.”

“Yeah.” A jagged smile crosses Tenko’s face. “I’ve seen what you did to them.”

“What I did to them?” you protest. “I was so nice to Spinner. We talked about video games. It was fun.”

“Yeah, and then the whole internet tore him up for being a geek.”

“Not the whole internet,” you disagree. The comments on your video were full of gamer girls jumping up and down to ask Spinner out, and you know that at least a few of them went so far as to shoot their shot. “That’s the problem with you heroes. Why do you need everybody to like you so bad?”

“I don’t need everybody to like me,” Tenko says. You raise your eyebrows. “If you wanted a hero who thinks it’s a popularity contest, you grabbed the wrong guy.”

“See, I think that means I picked the right guy.” You sit down cross-legged beside the main camera, ready to adjust it if needed but well out of the shot. “The heroes who care about the rankings, they never say anything interesting. But you, Tenko Shimura – I bet you have some really interesting things to say.”

“Maybe you’re right.” Tenko rolls his wrists again. “The thing is, Cam Girl –”

“Hey,” you protest. “That’s not my code name.”

“You don’t have a code name?”

“Yeah, because it’s not about me,” you say. Cam Girl. God. “You’re deflecting.”

“So are you,” Tenko says. He tilts his head, studying you. “If you don’t want to be Cam Girl, come up with a better name.”

“What, like you did?” you challenge. “You know how many heroes use their full names? Kamui Woods and you. Is that really a club you want to be in?”

“If the other option is the can’t-make-up-a-name hide-behind-a-camera brigade, yeah,” Tenko says. It’s quiet for a second or two. “You take a lot of risks pulling jobs like this, don’t you? Kidnapping people and holding them in place for hours – either you’re really good, or you’ve got blackmail material on somebody important.”

“I can neither confirm nor deny,” you say, and smirk. “Impressed?”

Tenko shakes his head, which annoys you. He’s tied up in your makeshift lair. He should be impressed. “I can’t figure out why a villain gutsy enough to kidnap heroes is too chicken to get in front of the camera.”

“I run the show. I’m not the show. That’s – are you making chicken noises at me?” You’re losing control of this interview. You need to get it back, effective immediately. “Animal noises. Is that one of your special talents? Do an elephant sound next.”

“No animal sounds. And no more answers,” Tenko says. The smirk on his face says he’s got you right where he wants you, in spite of the fact that you’re in charge. You feel a brief but powerful urge to knock him out. “Unless you get in here with me.”

“What?”

“I’ll answer your questions,” Tenko says, “but you have to sit here with me and answer mine. On camera.”

“If I show my face on camera, this will be my last interview,” you say. “I still have lots of heroes who need a close-up.”

“Damn, I thought I was your one and only.”

“The only one tied down here is you,” you say. How bad do you want this particular interview? Pretty bad. Tenko Shimura’s the most interesting hero you’ve captured so far, and if all it takes to get him really talking is to put on some sunglasses and a surgical mask, it’s worth it. “Sit tight.”

You adjust the cameras to frame both of you, then sit down in the frame facing Tenko Shimura. “Nice disguise,” he says, “but I already saw your face.”

“No, you didn’t,” you say. “Think about it. Have any of the heroes I’ve interviewed been able to describe me afterward?”

Tenko doesn’t answer. “Here’s my first question. What’s your quirk?”

“You think I’ll tell you that?”

“If you want to know what my weakness is,” Tenko says. “Don’t you?”

No. You’re surprised by how quickly the answer occurs to you, and how strongly you feel about it. Your whole project is about exposing heroes’ secrets. It’s not about getting them killed, which is what you filming this and sharing it would be. “I don’t care about that,” you say. “I want to know what the worst part of being a hero is.”

“The worst part?”

“The worst part. Don’t tell me being a hero is just so plus ultra all the time.”

Tenko snorts. “You want me to say villains, right, Cam Girl? That’s the answer you want.”

“I want the truth,” you say. “And don’t call me Cam Girl.”

“The truth.” Tenko thinks about it. And keeps thinking about it, long enough for you to wonder if he’s trying to stall you. “The worst part about being a hero is that I can’t do it all the time.”

“Huh?”

“I can’t do it all the time. I don’t want to do it all the time,” Tenko says. You reach over and adjust the camera on the right. You need to zoom in. “It’s my job. It’s not everything about me. The whole work-life balance thing. You know, the thing All Might is really bad at.”

You’ve never heard a hero roast All Might like that. Then again, Tenko was All Might’s protégé before he turned pro, so he’s probably gotten a better look at all of All Might’s good and bad habits than anybody else. “So, All Might –”

“Let me finish, Cam Girl,” Tenko says. His expression is serious. “I don’t want to be a hero all the time. But I know what happens when heroes are looking the other way. And I don’t like thinking about that happening when I’m like – playing video games or something.”

You should ask about video games. Since the video game segment of Spinner’s interview went so viral, you can probably net Tenko a gamer girlfriend. Instead: “What happens when heroes aren’t looking?”

“Nope. It’s my turn,” Tenko says. You guess it probably is. You brace yourself. “What’s your favorite part about being a villain?”

“That’s a new one,” you say, for lack of anything better. “Huh.”

“Like I said, a setup like this is a lot of work,” Tenko says. “And capturing a pro isn’t easy. There must be something you like about it, or you wouldn’t do it. So what is it?”

Tenko gave you a good answer. You feel like you owe him a decent one, and you have to think about it for a second. “I like being free. Not just to do what I want, but to say what I want. And as a – villain, I guess – I can make sure people listen to me. I make sure they listen to my interviewees too.”

You and Spinner didn’t just talk about video games. He talked a lot about being a heteromorph, and you left it all in the video you eventually posted. “My turn now,” you say. “What happens when heroes aren’t looking?”

Tenko’s eyes shift away from yours. “Ask something else.”

“I’ll give you an extra question if you answer this one,” you bargain. “What happens when heroes aren’t looking?”

“Why did you pick me?”

You blink. “Was there a real reason?” Tenko continues. “Or was I just next on your hit list?”

“No,” you say. “I’ve been looking for a chance.”

You have. You had to. Tenko’s anything but an easy target, and if you wanted to capture him, you had to plan ahead. Tenko looks surprised by your answer, but you don’t think he’s unhappy. It’s quiet for a few moments. You’re expecting him to ask his next question. Instead, he answers yours. “What happens when heroes aren’t watching,” he says. “Look closer.”

Look closer? You sit forward, leaning in to study Tenko Shimura’s face. Leaning in maybe a little closer than you should. A lot closer than you’d need to be to see what he’s talking about. “Your scars.”

“People think I got them from a villain,” Tenko says. “I got one of them from my dad.”

Your stomach drops, and you find yourself leaning in closer, one hand already rising before you can think to ask. “Can I –”

“Uh – yeah.” Tenko glances away from you, then looks back. “If you want.”

There are two scars on Tenko Shimura’s face, one over his right eye, the other over the left side of his mouth. They’re both old and smooth, but still obvious. Scars on a person’s face rarely fade. You run your index finger lightly along the scar, and Tenko’s eyes flutter shut. “This one was me,” he says. “When my quirk awakened. I was scratching my face.”

“You must have scratched really hard,” you say. “How old were you?”

“Five.” Tenko’s eyes stay closed. “The one on my mouth was him. He hit me with – something. I don’t remember what.”

You touch that scar, too. Run your index finger over it, like you did with the other one, only this time you can’t make yourself stop. “I’m sorry.”

Tenko’s lips move beneath your finger. “Why? You weren’t there.”

“What you said, about heroes not watching –” This is why you always do interviews. You’re not good at answering questions. “I think that’s when the rest of us are supposed to be doing it. I mean, not us, because we were kids, but – you know what I mean, right?”

“I don’t know. Kind of hard to focus right now.” Tenko’s eyes seem perfectly focused on you. You’re used to your interviewees glaring at you, but nobody’s been as intense about it as Tenko Shimura has. “I don’t remember this from your other interviews.”

“I’m just going with it,” you say. You’ve gone with it far enough that your hand is shifting to cradle his jaw, even as you lean in closer. “What do you think?”

Tenko Shimura’s scarred lips part ever so slightly. “Keep going.”

[crusty-chronicles]

Airheaded S/O Headcannons #12: Uryu (Bleach)

You honestly irritate and drain him at first

That being said, he is probably one of the most capable people when it comes dealing with your bullshit.

Remember Orihime during the soul society arc?

Yeah, he's got the patience of a god

Perfectly equipped for handling your chaos, albeit begrudgingly

"Whaddya mean I can't fight that guy?" You complained.

"You dimwit, he's at least double your size with double the spiritual pressure!!!" Uryu retorted while gesturing to a particularly large arrancar.

"Booo, you're no fun. I like Ichigo better."

His pride won't allow a blow like that, so he tries to show off to prove that Ichigo is in fact not better.

When the enemy is finally defeated, he's met with you clapping and cheering like one of those soccer moms.

Admittedly, it does get him a little flustered. But it's a major ego booster, especially from you.

The first time he met you he had no idea you were completely brain dead

It was during his first showdown with Ichigo.

The hollows wouldn't stop coming, and what's worse, a Menos was starting to crossover from Heuco Mundo.

It was just too much and too overwhelming at the same time.

And then a spike of spiritual pressure came from next to him and Ichigo.

The surrounding hollows being defeated before you made your presence known.

Giving a look between the soul reaper and the Quincy before scowling.

"This isn't a dick swinging contest! Actual people could be hurt, so get your shit together and get rid of that thing!" You lectured before shooting a little ray of reishi towards another group of hollows, decimating them completely.

It felt like you were almost as strong as a Lieutenant from the Soul Society.

Which was admittedly shocking, but gave them enough time to knock the Menos back from where it came from.

"Thank you, for holding the other hallows off." Uryu figured it was the least he could do after you stalled for so long.

"Huh? Oof-!"

You just tripped.

Over nothing.

And then shot right back up.

"OH NO I LEFT THE SHOP UNATTENDED!!! TESAI'S GONNA KILL ME!!!"

You were odd. But that could've been a coincidence, right???

It was not a coincidence and now he's wondering how you manage not to get yourself killed everyday.

"Do NOT slice the box cutter towards yourself!"

And then he shows you how to do it properly so you don't stab yourself.

Will always complain about you ripping your clothes during a fight, and then proceed to stitch up all the holes.

"Wait, I can have little dandelions on that part of my sleeve?"

"Shut up, you should be glad I'm fixing it for you at all."

Makes sure he has the right thread to embroider them on 💀💀💀

You're bleeding profusely?

"Why don't you want Orihime to heal you? She's a pro at this." Uryu complains as he's cleaning up your wounds.

"Because I like you better. And you're good with stitching."

He's extremely embarrassed but appreciates the compliment.

Also, he probably has to take you to the hospital because you definitely need a blood transfusion.

You 🤝Pesche = Uryu's sleep paralysis demons

The two of you together make him want to pull his hair out.

One makes his life hell on purpose and the other (you) on accident.

But you get a pass. You're actually useful in combat.

Kisuke's adopted child™ so you're extra strong 💪💪💪

Doesn't realize he likes you until the bounts show up and he gets abducted by Yoshino.

You kept up with her surprisingly well, despite being injured by Udagawa.

Giving a relentless pursuit to get him back

But you could only push yourself so much with the gash on your side that eventually, Yoshino's doll managed to land a direct hit on you.

The next time Uryu sees you is when he wakes up in his father's hospital.

Everyone bursting in to come and see if he was okay.

Then there was you who made your way in on crutches with Kisuke supporting you.

And before he could ask if you were okay, you practically collapsed on top of him.

Giving him a bone crushing hug before finally speaking.

"I'm just so happy you're okay."

And it was the way you said it that had him smitten.

Like you really were worried about him.

Like he was actually important despite not having his powers anymore.

Yeah okay, maybe he didn't have anything to prove.

At least not to you.

Another one of the unfortunate few who tries to court you normally.

Except it's way more awkward.

This man has absolutely no idea how to approach you now that he has these feelings for you.

"I got you flowers."

"Oh... I'm allergic, but they're still pretty though 😃"

A little embarrassed but not deterred because it wasn't a 'no.'

Tries to make you food.

Key word: tries because he forgot about the fact that you and Orihime always share

Uryu, you fool! How could you be so blind?!?

☝️his actual thoughts as his attempts to court you keep failing.

But his last and final attempt finally works.

He was once again trying to show off to you while fighting a hollow.

He was doing fine up until he fell flat on his ass dodging an attack.

You'd been so quick to divert the enemy's oncoming attack before helping him up.

"Hey I got you, okay?"

And he just blurts it out.

"I'm in love with you."

And your bright smile makes him relax.

"I know... Ichigo told me."

"HE WHAT!?!?"

100% babies you.

You keep forgetting to pack your lunch?

Don't worry it's already on the counter with a little sticky note inside.

You scrapped yourself on who knows what?

You're in good hands, he's been around a hospital enough of his life to know what he's doing.

He'll even give you a kiss over the bandaid if you want to 👉👈

Speaking of hospitals 👀👀👀

Ryuken absolutely hates you

Like with a fiery passion

"Really? Them?" He gestures angrily over at you.

And it's you making silly faces at a nervous kid going in for surgery to make them laugh.

Uryu's so smitten. 😊😊😊

"Yeah. That's the one."

Does get a little insecure but not exactly jealous

He doesn't understand what you see in him.

He's not exactly the strongest or the most good looking.

The only thing he's confident in is his mind

And even then it has the tendency to fail him.

But you don't seem to see that

For whatever reason, you like him

Flaws and all, you chose him.

Will only call you sweet nicknames in private.

Among them are: love, sweetheart, baby, dear, hun, and his personal favorite - sunshine.

Prefers to fight for you than have you join in and get hurt.

Even if he's more at risk of being injured than you are

His Quincy pride just won't allow it.

NEXT UP: Gaara (Naruto)

MASTERLIST

An: A long boi because I'm currently watching bleach right now. Honesty all the men in bleach are so fine and I'm probably gonna add grimmjow for my bonus headcannons

[b0amagination]

Tastes of Whumptober: Day 20

Did you know? Hero and villain prompts were some of the first whump content I intentionally consumed! I will forever be salty that mainstream superhero content could never live up to those prompts.

Content warnings for: Gun violence, threats of death, and mildly suggestive comments

Giving Permission to Die

“So? What’s the plan today?” The villain shouted across the room at the hero whose captivity he’d been in for… a week, now. Maybe more.

“Finally giving you what you want,” he responded with a shrug, playing with the knife in his hands. Flip it over, switch hands. Flip it over, switch hands.

“You don’t look prepared to present me with your corpse.”

“Oh, my death wouldn’t end your sentence, my love.” The flipping game was getting boring, and he picked at dirt under his nails using the blade instead. “You’d be chained up here with the rotting thing until you passed away yourself. Not punishment enough for your crimes, but it’s better than letting you roam the streets.”

“Sounds like you’re not giving me what I want then.”

“Be glad my greatest sin is telling lies.” A pointed glare accused him of crimes he’d plead innocent to, yet again. The knife moved to scratch an itch with the flat of it. 

“You sure that torturing a man isn’t higher on that list?”

“The pen is mightier than the sword, love.” A gesture with the damned thing now. He pushed down the urge to point out the obvious differences between that little thing and a sword. But the dick joke was funny in his head and didn’t involve initiation of a measuring contest.

“And your forked tongue doesn’t salivate ink. Swords can make quick work of those.” 

“Oh, shall I try it out on yours?” The hero stuck out his tongue at him.

“Put me out of my misery first.”

The knife plunged into the floor and he stood, never taking his eyes off of the villain.

“That. That’s what I’m talking about. Always egging me on. Trying to make me go too far.” He stalked forward and pulled a pistol from the inside pocket of his jacket. Entirely concealed from the outside. “I’ll go too far today. Just for you.” 

“Cute prop.” He hid the way his body shivered at the sight, praying the hero wouldn’t call his bluff. He was chained to this wall by his ankles, wrists, and neck. It wouldn’t be useful to put himself in a more vulnerable position.

“Here, let me fire. Maybe you’ll believe it then.” The gun aimed at the concrete beside his head but he paused. “Oh, who am I kidding. I should save your hearing for the last few minutes of your life.”

Foam earplugs were thrust into his ears and held still while they extended to block the canal, and the other did the same for himself. 

“Now, where was I?” Of course, shouting loud enough to bypass the earplugs. He aimed only a foot to the left of the villain’s head, pulling away as far as he possibly could, and fired. 

The sound ricocheted around the room, admittedly too small to facilitate gunfire, and he grinned at the way his victim flinched, eyes going wide. He walked forward and plucked the bullet out from its newfound pocket in the concrete, scattering dust and chunks that had stood solid just moments before. 

It was still warm from being shot and he dropped his knees, pressing it into the villain’s hand and folding up fingers to protect it. It trembled in his grip. 

“Do you believe me now, dear?” he spoke low into their ear, making sure he could still hear the threatening tone.

“Leave. Put that damn thing away and leave. You won’t shoot me and I know it.”

He cradled his cheek with the gun. And slid it up to sit against his temple. 

“How confident are you?” 

“Deadly so.”

BANG.

The world was fuzzy from the shot. The noise too close to his head, bleeding into his vision despite the protection. He looked down at his hands to see the blood dripping down them, spraying from his forehead. But only the bullet rolling in his palm greeted him. 

“Oops, guess the magazine was out.” 

Comprehension was a struggle. His forehead burned, but without blood… the hero’s thumb reached up and he flinched back uselessly as it rubbed over the not-hole. It came back covered in soot, wiped against his jaw like it was nothing. 

“What…?”

He released the magazine from the gun and presented it. Empty. 

“You were right. I didn’t shoot you.”

“You…”

“Pulled the trigger? Absolutely. Let’s rectify that little mistake, love.” Another magazine from his pocket, showing the bullets loaded inside, and shoving it into place. 

Then the front sight pressed against the villain’s lips, wiggling between them and scratching his teeth. He shook his head, turning it to the side. 

“No, no. You asked me for this, baby. I’ll follow through for you.” His hand steadied his chin, squeezing his jaw, and the muzzle jammed into the teeth with the threat to break. He had no choice but to let it in.

Gunpowder was a repulsive taste. Ash and acid. Then metal, still warm from recent discharge, but cooling rapidly. He guided it in, not stopping when teeth clamped down in an attempt to ward it off. The muzzle pressed toward his gag reflex when the trigger guard finally brushed his lips and he sighed, a whiny pathetic thing. 

“C’mon. Nod, babe, and I’ll pull the trigger. Hero’s honor. To save those in need.”

Nothing. He held him by the back of the head, devious smile aware of each action’s connotation, and twisted the pistol to force it further, making him gag on it. 

“Tell me to do it. I’ll let you die. I’ll blow your fucking brains out, sweetheart.”

The hammer clicked back. His finger inched toward the trigger. The villain held his breath, unmoving.

And then the gun ripped out of his mouth, sight tearing across his cheek and lip, splattering his blood across the floor where it flew and spun to a stop at the other end of the room.

“Right. Don’t ask me again.”

[star-girl69]

Hi, love your writing. You said about Nat request could you do a 1996!Nat x reader headcanons or even a one shot about Nat teaching the reader how to have a better aim when hunting?

Hunting Headcannons

Natalie Scatorccio x Fem!Reader

a/n: tysm anon and i hope you all enjoy!!

send more natalie thoughts!!! (or thots)

warnings: a little sexually suggestive so proceed with cautions and then obviously mentions of guns and stuff

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omg so i just know that like natalie has such a little ego about how good of a shot she is

especially when it’s the summer still and you’re not really feeling the pressure of food yet and like you’re just all girls in the woods she’s so carefree about hunting

like in season 1 where her and travis were having that contest? god she’s so cute i cant

she just wants to spend time with you in the woods and let’s be honest she wants to jump your bones and pounce on you any chance she gets

“oh, see, you gotta move your arm a little higher”

and then she’ll proceed to press her entire body up against yours just to lift your arm an inch higher

the thing about natalie is that, like, i mean this in the best way, but she’s not dumb essentially

she wants to tease you and she knows how to

so she will be whispering in your ear the entire time 💔

“and… right there. see? you’re doing such a great job, huh?”

“damn, they should give you an award for how good you’re shooting today”

(they is her and she’s gonna kiss you as a reward)

tbh her hands don’t leave your waist the entire time

she is so obsessed with like your hips and your waist in an odd way?? like she just loves a little spot for her hands to grab on yk

side note but she’s the type to put her hands on your hips while she’s moving past you GODDDD I LOVE THIS WOMAN

she’s like adjusting your stance every five seconds even though it’s already perfect?? and if anyone were to say anything

“her stance is good though, isn’t it?”

“no it’s not i literally don’t know what you’re talking about i’m fixing it i’m helping and my hands just happen to be on her okay now shut up and you know what actually just go away”

she’s just a little touch starved and that’s ok!!! idk about you guys but i would let her literally climb into my skin like ???

but if she was seriously trying to teach you and genuinely had no ulterior motives she would actually be a really good teacher

she’s just kinda commanding in a way?? she just has one of those teacher voices that she makes you listen but like she makes it sexy tho

“so, take a step back, uh, a little more, yeah there! okay, and then it always helps me to tilt my head a bit… mhm perfect and then close one eye and…”

BANG ‼️

“see? you did it! i mean, i knew you could, bc i’m an amazing teacher”

i’m sorry but if you do good she’s going to be jumping up and down before hugging you 😭

and GODDD she’s probably gonna whisper something in your ear like

“you did so well, i knew you could do it for me”

god i’m going a little insane i fear

but anyways essentially she’s a little fiend who just wants to touch you and tease you and be annoying but she’s hot so it’s all good!

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[lovelyllamasblog]

More HSR X TWST Yuus!

I am still on the idea of HSR characters at NRC thanks to @enatopiaa, so I made more with picrew!

First, Misha!Yuu, from @lazy0bear

The little bellhop from the Reverie Hotel. He wears shorts with his uniform. He feels quite at home in Ramshackle and manages to clean it up pretty well.

He's clumsy AF! He can trip over nothing and everything all at once.

He's really good at cleaning (because he was a bellhop).

He also has a hard time saying no to people so he gets taken advantage of a lot by the other students, especially the bigger ones, and Azul and the Tweels.

Luckily, he has his friends who are trying to teach him how to say no.

Leona and Malleus both see him as a little squirrel or mouse.

Vil gave him the hair clips to keep his hair out of his face.

Next, for @sunrisei Natasha!Yuu

The new school nurse. She changes up her look in order fit in more and look more professional.

Half of the students and staff have a crush on her. Students will skip class or clubs to see her, even faking injuries to get close to her. She sees right through them and sends them off with a pat on the head.

Vargas repeatedly flirts with her while she works. She doesn't know what to think about that.

During Book 2, she nearly loses her mind over all the injuries. She nearly shots Leona's head off with her gun during the Overblot fight. After that, no one messes with her.

She does care for the students and is fastened by their Unique Magics. She studies them and asks the students questions about them when they visit.

@sunlightocean, you read my mind about Sparkle!Yuu

This girl, is a menace to NRC. Everyone is fooled by her innocent appearance at first, but quickly learns real fast not to mess with someone who plans Russian Roulette.

She still wears her hair ribbons and red sandals from her base outfit.

Some boys try to flirt with her and get hurt. Some make of her for her childish nature and get hurt.

She may or may not be the reason for some of the boys OB.

She likes to disguise herself as other students to fool or trick them. This leads to headaches (and heartaches) everywhere.

Mind games, all day everyday.

And finally, Asta!Yuu

Rich girl with a heart of gold and brains to match. Despite her rich upbringing, she doesn't like to flaunt her wealth and is tired of the rich lifestyle.

She can relate to Kalim the most because they both grew up privileged. She helps him understand that Jamil has his own problems and worries outside of his own. And she teaches him to not spend so much money.

Her intelligence makes her one of NRC's most promising students. She starts/joins the Astrology Club.

She building her own telescope to see the stars better. The Shroud brothers are helping her and they get along well.

And finally, for me, Boothill!Yuu!

Menace to NRC Part 2 Electric Boogaloo! He's not as much as a menace as Sparkle though.

Space Cyborg Cowboy? Your are the Shrouds new best friend! They are also the only ones who can help Boothill keep up his maintenance.

Ortho is begging his brother to make him a gear like Mr. Boothill's. Please big brother? 🥺

Everyone is surprised that Boothill doesn't swear. There's a bit of a contest between NRC students to see who can get him to swear.

He and Rook have shooting matches from time to time. Guns vs Bows.

He's also part of the Equestrian Club, and he's surprisingly really good at it.

why yes i am pushing my robinxboothillxargenti agenda, why do you ask? these three are a trio do not separate

[titanicfreija]

Catch-up

Banner being around for a long visit meant Sunny could easily make an appointment to see the Empress. 

Caiatl met her in a flagship, in a window box overlooking a huge crowd of Cabal watching Iron Banner broadcasts on screens that took up the walls.  The show was too messy to be anything but live feeds, probably raw footage directly from the drones, Sunny observed.

The fight was tight but this wasn't a particularly skilled bunch. Freija would eat these ones alive.

Caiatl sat up in her seat and Sunny turned toward her– 

The massive fingers brushed Sunny's shell and she closed her hand, pinching a flap between fingers but missing the Ghost herself, who re-matted her shell together. 

"I will catch you," Caiatl rumbled. 

"Anyway," giggled the Ghost, wheeling wide and bouncing merrily, "I got Freija to help me answer the questions about feeling it, and I ran a small questionnaire amongst other Ghosts about what early days were like for everyone else."

"I see," Caiatl chortled. "After this match. I am quite interested in this one."

Sunny turned to watch with her. The arena was tiny, Sunny knew this one. A constant bloodbath with the only places to run being confusing and multi layered. The fight over Point B ended the lives of seven Guardians in ten seconds. 

The angle was hard to pull off, but a Hunter in green and Knucklehead was managing smooth shots over cover so that they couldn't be shot back.

A Titan barreled forth and put up a purple shield while they took the point, able to shoot back at an enemy attempting to flank. 

"It's a tight match," Sunny observed, seeing the score was only ten points apart.

"Better yet, they have exchanged the lead twice," Caiatl agreed. "The fights are quite fierce at this stage of their development, lacking the skills necessary for skirmishes and executions as quickly as the more capable warriors."

Another Titan cleared the way with a scout rifle, then marched up with an SMG and put her barricade down. 

She lasted as long as the barricade did, using it to guard her back and unable to clear the other side of the field before it fell. 

"This arena is new," Sunny said. "We need to do a few laps in one alone," she added. A few Guardians had begun whirling around in the narrow tunnels and its numerous openings. Six cameras were fixed into the tunnels and took over the screen in a moderately-coordinated mess when viewing.

Saladin's voice didn't get broadcast to the contestants when he growled, "If they tie, I'm going to make them start over."

"It's really weird to see this side of things," Sunny said aloud. "I can only watch Freija's helmet feed when we're in. We never really watch the broadcasts."

"Oh? Is she disinterested?" asked Caiatl. 

"Every time we start to watch, she gives it up and goes to join in," Sunny giggled. "She's not as good as the ones we like to watch, but she's getting there."

"Mm," said Caiatl, obviously distracted.

The viewing room fell silent and even Sunny stopped talking when she turned to see the match. 148-148, a capped point or single kill would bring the win.

A and C belonged to Red, B to Blue, but A was being claimed as a magnificent firefight exploded over C, bullets and flying Light nearly blinding the recording drones.

The Guardian capping A succeeded, and the match went to Blue; the Cabal roared their adulation, air vibrating with the clamor of chest-beating and war cries.

Caiatl sat back in her seat and picked a drink from the selection of refreshments waiting for her. Her breath had grown deep and steady, as if preparing herself to fight, and try as she might to relax, a tension lingered in her spine. "I very much enjoy these games," Caiatl told Sunny with a broad smile. "It is a pity we may not play them similarly."

"Freija has nightmares about being gut shot," Sunny told the Empress, wondering how she'd respond.

"I do, too," Caiatl chortled. "That is a consequence of battle."

Fair enough. 

"It is good to see you," Caiatl told the Ghost. "You collected answers?"

"First– New Light void-users apparently vary by class, which isn't like the other two Light types. Strand does it, too, but there's not any born Strand users. But the void– sometimes Hunters will make themselves or other people disappear, emit poison clouds or half-form explosive projectiles that detonate too fast; where Warlocks will teleport almost at random and Titans… apparently they're just walking gravitational anomalies."

Caiatl chuckled. "I see."

"Freija didn't really do anything like that," Sunny said then, wheeling once. "But, I had her meditate for me so I could describe the different feels– and void felt heavy just like that. She said it's like being the center of a gravity well. I almost missed Solar because I'm so used to it– I thought it would warm up but it didn't because she's just always warm, so the others felt cold instead. Arc was… sharp. Like the edge of a blade, only… inside. Kinda."

Caiatl grunted. "Interesting."

"I thought so," Sunny agreed. "I've never thought about it before. Or if I did, it was so long ago that I forgot. Freija probably didn't know how to do it when I did think about it enough to notice."

"Possible," Caiatl agreed. 

A hush fell as another fight began.

Sunny could appreciate the screen layout. It was a base overlay of crucible data, similar to the fighters' helms 

instead of the full show on the broadcasts. Displayed on the main screens, health meters and symbols and names in colors hovered over fighters, always visibly.

Smaller screens could be seen in the room, hand held and counter-mounted, featuring actual direct helmet feeds, stats and profiles, or preferred angles. It was a full blown spectacle.

"You guys really like Iron Banner, huh?" 

"We do. We have simulated as we can. The gladiatorial pits we had were some of the most glorious battles any would see. Your lowered stakes, however, leads to an impressive variety of tactics that we may not employ; and many times the bloodshed. Objective-focused activities lead to suicidal behaviors which often lead to victory. A lone Guardian will stand ground against four others. Your Freija riled the crowd, long ago, holding a single point for much of the match." Caiatl smirked. "I recall quite the uproar, but I cannot remember the play."

Sunny wheeled happily. "I remember that match. We held C the whole thing, except once, when she left C alone for ten seconds to check on B, then had to turn around and steal it back. This Warlock with Crown of Tempests and a Hunter, I can't remember what they were wearing, they kept trying and Freija just held position. They met up after that match, they were good sports. Good fight."

"Indeed. I believe it was the loss and quick recovery. We Cabal have always enjoyed a quick counter or aggressive comeback."

Sunny giggled. "I bet you love the victories from behind, huh?" 

"As much as any others. You will be hard pressed to find a Cabal who does not enjoy the entire activity."

Sunny giggled again. "We– well, other Tower dwellers, host crucible parties, sometimes, where they gather to watch it together. Do you guys do that?"

"This is such an event," Caiatl chortled, gesturing with an empty palm at her cheering soldiers. "Select Guardians have been chosen as favorites to the crowds, and I daresay there are some broadcasts of your Lord Shaxx's matches available here, with our Tower-Dwellers bringing the transmission data. It has not filled the void of our ancient violence, but it feeds the desires." She smirked. "They thought I would forbid him his role in these activities."

"I did, too," Sunny admitted. "I thought you were going to kill him and his Ghost, at first."

"He earned his survival in offering his life," Caiatl said with a waved hand. "Admirable, if foolish. I have not regretted that decision." She took a snack off her refreshment tray. "I have seen you and yours in these fights. Do you enjoy participating?"

Sunny bobbed an affirmative. "Sometimes she gets really hurt in bad ways and survives, but it's so much fun and she is always getting better."

"Indeed. Would you like notes on her performance?"

"No, thanks," Sunny said quickly. Caiatl or not, Freija hated to be told directly that she was doing something wrong."

"She still struggles to time her escapes," Caiatl chortled anyway. "She is also prone to poor positioning, but this is quickly improving."

"We knew about those," Sunny said. "When to run is hard to know because 'too early' bothers her."

"She is an excellent shot when she takes the time for it."

"We knew that, too."

Caiatl chortled again. "I see. Then her struggle is in mastering herself and her impatience."

Sunny flew up to drop several feel dramatically. "You have no idea."

~

@annieruok94 @wolvereaux

[rotworld]

[Re: 2 wolf packs after same human] Not OP ask, but now I just imagine a comedy of errors as the most oblivious human alive catches the eye of 2 packs who continually tries to entice them but fails. 😂 Or a human who has no idea of wolf packs, but is intuitive/clever about dodging their requests w/o being too rude or obvious. Among the different packs, which is known has the most patience or creativity in luring their targeted human? 👀

it occurred to me as i was typing up the last answer that with a sufficiently shy or cautious person, this could go on for a while lmao 

hoarfrost falls does better in terms of patience. they have more members so they can afford to spend more time pursuing a pack human. their leadership is older and less impulsive, the idea of “waiting for the perfect strike” is something all new members are taught so they can absolutely play the long game. their weakness is creativity. all they want to do is outdoor scenarios because they’d rather not go into town lol which might sound surprising, considering corbin does so much of his scouting that way, but i can see corbin really disliking these kinds of competitions. he doesn’t have enough control of the situation to enjoy it and he really wouldn’t handle rejection well. he’s used to “hunting” in a very specific way, wearing down someone’s guard gradually over hours or even days of repeated visits if that’s what it takes. just having a few minutes to shoot his shot and not being able to try again right away, especially if he could lose them to someone else right after, would upset him way too much so he probably wouldn’t volunteer. 

shelter mountain isn’t in a position to do competitions for long with so few members and so little experience, but if they ever do, blake is their secret weapon. he’d be good at coming up with different approaches and he’d be equally comfortable with indoor and outdoor contests. i think he’d also have a really high success rate compared to anyone else, even in hoarfrost falls. he’s patient and he never shows his hand too early. even corbin can be overeager and overbearing in a way that might alarm someone who’s already suspicious, especially since being fully trained means he has some werewolf behaviors. but blake is a former city wolf. he knows what humans are like, how to make them comfortable and how to completely blend in. even someone who’s heard rumors about werewolves kidnapping people might look right at him and assume they don’t have to worry.

[bubybubsters]

Three Shadow Boys

a/n: good day. Meh. I’m skipping homework for this. Sorry I’ll update something at one point.

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wc: 1450

summary: just 3 shadow boys hanging out! Ruhn, Azriel, and Xaden.

*****

Crescent City- Ruhn

Ruhn grinned at his new found friends as he lead them around the city. They’d already been to see Bryce and his sister had flirted shamelessly. After an hour of Hunt, Xaden, and Azriel having a pissing contest, Bryce kicked them out to make it up to her boyfriend. So he gave the idiots a tour of the city and naturally, they insulted and laughed at everything that was Ruhn’s. Like how his headphones were navy blue instead of black because apparently ‘we’re the shadow boys, you’ve got to get black.’

When he introduced them to Tristan and Flynn they got along perfectly! Not even a pissing contest over Flynn’s hot girlfriend! They were currently playing poker and Azriel was winning with a giant stack of chips triple everyone elses.

“I swear, he’s cheating,” Xaden’s complaint was met with much agreement.

“I would never! I’m an honorable shadow boy!”

Ruhn grinned, “let’s see how ‘honorable’ you are when we start drinking.” They all laughed and continued their loss of money.

“I quit! Ruhn show us to those guns, please, before I jump that cheating ass.”

“I���m not cheating!”

Ruhn just shook his head and dealt out the cards once again.

By the end of the next round, Xaden had reached his limit and leapt across the table to see Azriel’s cards.

“He’s not cheating! That’s impossible.”

Ruhn joined him and they both stared at down at the smug shadowsinger with a look of pure disbelief.

“Ruhn! Stop giving him all the good cards! I should start dealing!”

Ruhn gaped at Xaden. “You’re blaming this on me!? I can’t control what cards I give who!

“Just cheat!”

“You know what, guns sound great right now. At least I’m the best at that because you idiots can’t shoot.”

***

“What happened to ‘you idiots can’t shoot?’” Azriel grinned at Ruhn as he hit bullseye after bullseye.

Xaden groaned. “I can’t shoot!”

“Why is Az good at everything, it’s not fair.” Ruhn growled in frustration as he missed the bullseye by half a millimeter.

“You can’t be groaning! At least you can hit the damned target.” Both Az and Ruhn laughed as Xaden’s shot went wide and hit the deer head decorating the space 50 feet above the targets.

“Not my fault you won’t accept my help. I’ve told you a million times! You’re holding the gun wrong!”

“I am not! I’m not that stupid.” Rhun raises his brows as Xaden proceeds to hold the gun by the barrel instead of the grip where it’s quite obvious a hand should go.

And he hits the ceiling.

“You want that help now?”

“Fuck you.”

*****

Velaris- Azriel

The biweekly Friday family dinners Rhys had organized came with few rules. One: attendance was mandatory. Two: you could bring up to three friends. Three: if you brought friends, everyone else had a right to be busybodies.

It just so happened to be that Friday in which Mor was back from Vallahan and Elain and Lucien were visiting from the Day Court. Everyone was there to interrogate Xaden and Ruhn. The poor shadow babies had no idea what they’d be facing.

“What do I wear? I’ve got to impress your family.” Ruhn was scanning Azriel’s closet in a desperate attempt of last minute dressing.

“You’ll be fine, they really don’t care.”

“Yeah man. Just bring your own clothes next time.” Xaden was dressed in the flight clothes that came from his fancy-dragon world.

“Azriel said I wouldn’t need anything!”

“And since when has Azriel been right?”

“Hey! That’s rude.” Az put a hand over his heart in mock hurt. He grabbed a black shirt, black dress pants and a belt from his closet. “Just where this, it’s better than that pink Crescent City t-shirt.”

Ruhn glared. “This was fifty dollars! It’s a good shirt!”

“If you say so.” Azriel and Xaden shared a smirk as Ruhn put on the clothes given to him.

They descended the stairs to the dining room and found everyone else already there.

Xaden elbowed Ruhn. “You made us late.”

“Did not.”

“Did so.”

“Nuh uh.”

“Yes you did!”

Azriel watched with a healthy dose of amusement and embarrassment as the room fell quiet to look at the two arguing. Finally after letting the two get embarrassed he poked Xaden in the shoulder.

Xaden looked up. “Shit.” Raising his voice he said to Rhysand. “My apologies, it was merely that this idiot next to me took an hour deciding what to wear instead of a sparkly, pink shirt.”

That got his family laughing.

***

A while later as they were sitting on the couches, drinking wine and exchanging embarrassing stories the interrogation finally started.

Cassian leaned in. “So Ruhn, we have a few questions for you to get to know you better. If you don’t know the answer you may say “no” and we’ll just assume you’re an idiot.”

“Who’s your father?”

“What’s your job?”

“Favorite color?”

“Best friend?”

The questions started innocently enough and Ruhn answered them each with a joke and easy grin. But Azriel knew he’d be saying a lot more “no”s.

The question came from Mor. “Sooo, Ruhn. Who was the best person you’ve ever bedded?”

Ruhn gawked at her and Azriel and Xaden burst out laughing. Mor shot a look at Xaden, “You’re next man. The questions will just get more detailed.”

Xaden grimaced. “I’m really tired today, all that traveling is rubbing off on me. I think I’ll go sleep.”

“Nuh uh uh.” Feyre wagged a finger at him. “Describe, in detail, your first time of having sex with your girlfriend.”

*****

Aretia- Xaden

Xaden smiled proudly as Sgeayl landed on the field. His smirk grew as both Azriel and Ruhn paled and backed away nervously.

Scare them please.

With pleasure.

Sgeayl blew fire at the ground barely ten feet away from his friends. Their eyes widened as the heat hit them full on.

“Uh Xaden. Can we go back to meetin your girlfriend? She was a little less scary.” Azriel pleaded, adding his puppy eyes.

Sgeayl sniffed indignantly and blew a puff of steam.

“Nah. I think you guys could spend some time together, ya know bond with my dragon. Make sure she doesn’t hate you or burn you to dust?”

“Uhh… Think we’ll pass thanks.” Ruhn was slightly less afraid than Azriel and was staring at Sgeayls blue scales as if trying to memorize them.

Xaden sighed, giving in and leading his friends away to see the sparring ring.

Go hunt sheep with Andarna.

You know you don’t give me orders, puny human.

Xaden grinned back at Sgeayl and she sniffed at him before flying away, likely to hang out with Tairn.

***

Thirty minutes later Xaden was watching Azriel beat up Ruhn on the sparring mats. He eyed the shadowsingers stance, it mainly relied on centering his feet. He took notice that Azriel was fluent with both sides but his right side was just slightly stronger. That’d be a good thing to look out for when Az challenged him.

And only a few minutes later, Azriel challenged him.

“Don’t you want some rest before I beat you up shadowsinger?”

“You won’t beat me up, I can beat you in my sleep.”

“Really??”

“Just fight already, pricks.” Ruhn turned out to be a very sore loser as proven but the poker and sparring.

The two circled eachother and Xaden made sure to not give away a single weakness that could potentially be use against him. Azriel launched, going for a simple one-two combination but Xaden was ready for him. He shifted left a bit and let Azriel’s punches hit his right shoulder at an angle that caused the least damage. He swept out his right leg and knocked Az off his feet before jumping on top of him in a way that made it hard for Azriel to switch their positions. He kneed the Illyrian in the crotch and traced a finger lightly against the tip of Azriel’s wing until Az groaned and yielded.

Xaden got off him and was met with a clap on the back from Ruhn, who had somehow managed to find popcorn.

“How’d you know my wings were so sensitive?” Azriel was frowning at him.

“At your family dinner, Nesta kept brushing the tip of Cassian’s wing with a featherlight touch and he kept jerking away while simultaneously leaning into her touch.”

Az groaned. “Damn Cassian. I had a plan to win as well! I was about to flip you over when you touched my wing and all my thoughts went straight out the window.”

Xaden grinned. “Fair fight I say.”

“No fucking way, I want a rematch.”

*****

a/n: not my worst.

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[tokiro07]

Toki Reads Shonen Jump 2025, Issue #1

One Piece: The Straw Hats reunite and we get our first glimpse of Elbaf in it entirety, along with an ominous warning about staying too long. I can't help but feel that the crew reunited a little too quickly, I imagine there's some plotpoint still to come out of that

HxH: Morena and Borksen make out with tongue off-screen, convincing Borksen to join the Heil-ly. This is probably some kinda 4D chess move, but the idea that she had a lesbian awakening is a lot more compelling to me

Yozakura: Asa informs Taiyo that his plan of shooting himself in the heart is going to prove fatal, and Asa's presence is the only thing sustaining him; Taiyo responds by punching him. I'm honestly not worried about Taiyo at all; I'd bet money that Kyoichiro's True Blooming is going to be what saves him

Undead Unluck: Fuuko realizes that the final Sacred Treasure, The Heart, has to be accessible based on Luna's usual tricks; thanks to a hint from Sean, Fuuko deduces that it's her own literal heart and asks Andy to rip it out. To be honest, when she said "a Negator that dies easily" I thought for sure she meant Unhealthy, but this is a lot more impactful

Roboco: Roboco manifests the ability to summon the Negator font from Undead Unluck and accidentally squanders all of her screentime using it to make gags. Without any sense of bias, this is easily the best chapter in the series

Sakamoto: Tenkyu asks Shin if he's tired of being nice and if he wants to just go apeshit; Torres appears from seemingly nowhere to ask Atari for help with gambling on horses. Tenkyu's accusation that Shin is no different from him is fairly standard, but Shin's begrudging agreement is going to live in my head for a while

EluSam: The stresses of war and age catch up with Sadamune as the battle becomes more desperate; Sadamune and Tokiyuki accidentally meet up and decide to share a drink. I often wonder if familiarity with Japanese history would deepen my appreciation for this story or if seeing how much it deviates would irritate me, cus I get the feeling Tokiyuki and Sadamune never actually interacted at all

Witch Watch: Kuon hears Hibana's backstory and decides to become her white knight. I assume Hibana is the one who gives Kuon his scar, and I kind of hope she survives this flashback to give him more angst later

Blue Box: Chinatsu's dad approves of her and Taiki's relationship and introspects on how he's been shirking his responsibilities as a parent. "A child is simply doing what they can within their own world" feels like it might be the thesis statement of the series

Akane: Shiguma overhears that Kiroku is risking expulsion by allowing him and Issho to perform, but Kiroku rebuts that expelling his students would betray his art. The idea of taking the mistakes of your past and turning them into a better future is lovely, and I think a lesson that may need to be redirected towards Issho

Kill Blue: The contests for the bonuses begin; the Home-Ec Club wins a roast off, but loses at Fornite, leaving them with an eating contest for Noren's least favorite food. A funny chapter, but I'm still not sold on the stakes; aside from pride, what fate will befall the Home-Ec Club if they fail?

Nue: Gakuro lops off Rido's hands and Rido's domain begins to collapse; as Gakuro drowns in the ensuing flood, Fujino saves him and uses his inability to hear her as an excuse to confess. For how little context I remember of it, the way Fujino's conflict is portrayed is pretty compelling, and I'm glad to see her being honest with her feelings; now do the same for Kazusa and MAKE THIS POLY

Kagurabachi: Samura seemingly kills Chihiro then goes to meet with the Hishaku to exposit on his motivations; his contract with them acts as a check and balance for the harm they can potentially cause with the Enchanted Blades. That definitely makes his plan seem less stupid, but they're definitely going to find a workaround; that one shot of the owl eyes in the sky was the sickest goddamn thing I've seen in a while

Chojo: Copbot seems to drop dead and the cast plays Among Us. Not much to say aside from it being a pretty solid gag

Astro Royale: The cast defeats Himuro with some solid combos, and Kinpa kisses Hibaru to save him from drowning. Wasn't there a whole thing about them being bad at combos? I guess it shows growth, even if they didn't have an inciting moment for it

Kiyoshi: Kiyoshi wakes up in the hospital and gets exposition on the Black Parade, learning that he might still be able to save the people sacrificed to summon Asuta Roth; Sakaki brings everyone to a hot springs. Now that a more concrete goal has been established, I anticipate that I'll start to feel a lot more invested going forward

Hima-Ten: Tenichi sees Himari rejecting a confession and accidentally says some smooth words that get her to start considering her own feelings; he also learns about the lucky lip balm and anticipates whether Honoka will be wearing it at their stargazing. Please let Himari start actually liking him outright so we can actually start analyzing the love triangle(s)

Ichi: Monigold exposits on Togeice's past and reputation, building her up as a lot more capable than her bad sense of direction gave the impression of, though her grand displays of power still prove less fitting for this challenge than Ichi's hunting skills. "She's next in line to lead Mantinel" is an AWFUL flag to raise so early for both Monigold AND Togeice, one of them is DEFINITELY dying sooner or later

Shinobi: Aoi's chauffeur, Mimizuku, is revealed to a ninja and her caretaker; despite playing a role, Mimizuku genuinely cares for Aoi and is glad that a change in management has given her the opportunity to live happily. The revelation that the current operator is actually a sudden replacement for a previous one is pretty suspicious, though perhaps it's only for the sake of the plot...?

Hakutaku: Mizuki calls out Zenji for assuming their late brother was unhappy with his life, causing Zenji to reevaluate his priorities and join as the team's programmer. "If the adults aren't cool, no one will ever want to grow up into one" resonated with me, but it's a line that feels like it's meant to wrap up a theme that wasn't actually being explored

Syd Craft: On a train to a play, Syd runs into Souffle and a con artist that she's captured; the con artist escapes, and Syd deduces that she's disguised as Souffle; Syd and Souffle go to the play together. The idea that Syd thinks Souffle hates his guts when really she's just overly competitive makes for a cute dynamic; can't wait for Souffle and Elio to start interacting

Ruri Dragon: Ruri's horns become Mood Horns, and she gives a rousing speech to kick off the sports festival. Any chapter where we learn a little more about Ruri's dragon traits is a good one for me, but this was also just an all around sweet chapter

This week's top 3:

Undead Unluck, obviously, this twist is literally heart-wrenching

Nue's Exorcist for actually making forward progress in what I think might be the first chapter I've actively enjoyed from this series

Syd Craft for continuing to endear me to its cast and concept so strongly

Honorable mentions go to Roboco for the Undead Unluck reference, Kagurabachi for its instantly iconic panel, and Shinobi Undercover for having such a sweet and endearing parental figure

It feels a little odd that I'm three-for-three on voting for Syd and I haven't voted for Ichi in quite some time...it's not that Ichi isn't grabbing me or compelling me, it's just...not wowing me, I guess? I wonder if writing for both UU and Ichi is skewing my perspective on Ichi's story progression and presentation...

[itjazzbicch]

Festivities

Pairing: Yami Sukehiro x Fem Reader

(First time writing Yami, so I hope I did well!) 

Summary: Seeing Charlotte and Vaness trying to impress Yami at the festival makes the reader feel some jealousy considering she also has a crush on him, avoids him, and has an attitude when they do cross paths, but once all alone and called out on her awkward behavior considering they are good friends, the reader shoots her shot...

Warnings:  SMUT (18 + ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI!) (Drinking, smoking, fingering, unprotected sex, public (alleyway) sex, swearing)

Word Count: 2.1k 

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:

"Hey Captain Y/N! What's the matter? You look so upset!"

I had some great kids on my squad. This festival was their time to go out and have some fun, but they were always checking in on me. I did appreciate it, but closed my eyes in the dark alleyway, blowing out the smoke from my cigarette:

"I'm alright, kid. Don't worry about me. Go enjoy the festival."

"You're lying!" He knew, pointing out, "You only smoke when you're angry or stressed out!"

God damn it, these kids knew me too well. Still, I shook my head:

"It's nothing serious, I promise. Now, go before I put you to work or something."

"You enjoy the festival too, cap!" He insisted, running off and as I finished my cigarette, I thought that maybe he was right.

I know it's so immature, being jealous of Charlotte and Vanessa who were trying to impress Yami. That man sure had a good bit of girls wanting him, sadly I was one of them too.

Maybe some food and a drink would help me out. Stepping out of the alley, that was my first goal, getting the biggest mug of beer someone was selling at their booth, downing it, and hearing as I passed some more booths:

"Try some of our delicious squid!"

"How about some of this!"

Asta and that Bah-ha kid?

Glancing over, there was Jack and Yami, clearly in a competition to sell more food than the other.

"Come on, Captain Y/N! I promise you'll love it!" Asta offered to me, and it was hard to tell him no, I had a soft spot for the kid, but I heard Yami's voice that was directed at Jack:

"Y/N and I are good friends! She knows I can cook!"

"Ha! Yeah right! Y/N and I used to be on the same squad!"

God, Jack and Yami's yelling was starting to give me a headache, chugging down the rest of my beer and thinking about Charlotte and Vanessa again when I saw Yami, I took the meat from that Bah-ha kid, taking a bite and murmured:

"Thanks, kid."

"What the hell, Y/N!" Yami yelled out and I got a chuckle out of that, walking away from their continuous yelling:

"Told you so, Yami!"

Jack managed to surprise me with his food. It was impressive considering that he made it, finishing it and while exploring more of the festival, my attention was grabbed when I heard a while later:

"Charlotte and Vanessa are having a drinking contest!"

I had to get a peek at that, seeing them both face down on the table meanwhile, neither one of them had finished a single glass.

"How pathetic," I took this as a chance to one-up them, heading to the table and downing drink after drink, having the crowd that was watching cheer, wiping the foam off my face as I finished the very last one, "That's how you drink, ladies."

In the crowd, I saw Yami. Some chatter I heard when I first came over made it clear that those two girls were trying to out-drink each other to impress him. Well, now I was the one standing tall, laughing while I took a cigarette, lighting it up, and heading off considering the star ceremony was soon:

"Thanks for the free drinks, chumps."

"Hey Y/N-" Yami's voice trailed behind me, but I didn't bother to stop, only reminding him:

"Shouldn't you be going to the castle for the ceremony? Better move your ass."

That stopped him in his tracks for a change, not caring and heading over for the ceremony. Truthfully, I barely paid attention. All those drinks were starting to catch up with me and there was something about Black Bulls getting second place. Who would've guessed?

My squad was third and I tried to play off that I wasn't tipsy while accepting, not bothering to stick around after. I figured I'd get to my squad and think of some motivational speech to congratulate them. Their hard work earned us this star after all.

Lighting up another cigarette while walking back through the festival and in the direction of my base, I stopped as I heard:

"Third place ain't bad. Congratulations."

Yami. Again?!

"Thanks. You got second place, right? A miracle," I had to poke at the fact that his squad wasn't at the bottom for once, but returning, "Congratulations, Yami."

"Thank you," Taking a step closer to me, I took a deeper hit of my cigarette, "But what's your deal?"

"What do you mean?" I never felt so anxious, back against the wall of the building we were next to as he got closer:

"You picked Jack over me? And when they were having that drinking contest, it was like you were staring a hole through me. I thought we were friends."

"I'm sorry," Guilt was on my mind considering the reason behind my behavior, truly apologetic, murmuring, "I'm just not having the best day."

"And you're just being an ass to just me?" It was like he already knew, taking my cigarette as I went to ash it and hit it himself, "Seems like you have a grudge against me. I thought you were the type to call people out when something bothered you."

I was that type. Now, standing here shy and timid. That wasn't like me.

"Listen, Yami," I needed more nicotine before I took this leap, taking my cigarette back and closing my eyes, and whispering, "I like you, and overhearing some girls talking about you made me a little jealous in a way, alright?"

I finally opened my eyes when I heard him laughing, confused as to why he was responding with laughter:

"You serious, right now?!"

My face went straight as I felt a bit insulted by his response, getting the last hit out of my cigarette before flicking it away. In my head, I had to remind myself of who I was. A go-getter, not afraid of anything.

He was still laughing while I blew out the smoke, pulling his head to mine and kissing him with every bit of passion I had just to prove that I was indeed serious. My hand ran through his hair as our lips danced, shaking from a rush as he kissed back.

"That serious enough for you?" Pulling away and taking a huge breath, I turned because all he did was stare, ready to leave, but not leaving without the last word, "You know what? Just forget about it."

Great. All I did was embarrass myself. I was going to run through all the cigarettes that I had in just a night now that I was feeling even worse, but suddenly, my blood pressure shot through the roof.

Yami caught my hand before I was too far away, yanking me back and right against his lips, already moaning at how his tongue worked into my mouth as he pushed me up against the wall, growling against my lips:

"You're just gonna walk away after kissing me like that?"

"Well, you didn't say anything," Just that kiss had me panting when I looked to meet those deep brown eyes, not wanting to talk anymore, caressing his cheek and bringing his lips back to mine, "But if you're on the same page as me."

The instant our lips met again, I started melting into a pool of dirty thoughts and temptations, hands wandering across his broad chest and feeling his abs under his shirt, eyes shooting down when he moved my hand away and unbuckled his pants.

"Yami-" Not that I was opposed to the idea, but we were right in an alleyway, anyone could walk along and find us.

"What? Afraid you can't handle all this?" Putting my hand at his waistband, there was no way I could fight the desire to slip my hand into his trousers, his cock rock hard and steaming with heat, stroking slowly down to feel his length.

I took a moment to look around and make sure we were all alone, it was deserted, not even a fly around us, the only light lengths away from us so that we were left in the dark.

"I just don't want to get caught or anything is all," Still pumping his cock in my hand, I bit my lip at the feeling of two fingers under my skirt, easily finding my clit against my panties, slipping in to feel how soaked I was, pressing my face into his chest as he started to pump into me.

"Just don't be too loud," It amazed me how careless he could be sometimes, taking the time to tease me with a whisper, "You're already so wet and tight. Guess, I'll get you off with my hand then, huh?"

His thumb finding my clit and rubbing at the same time had me moaning into his chest, being as quiet as I could, shaking and taking a handful of his shirt when I started to cum around his fingers, picking my head up to whisper back:

"Only fair if you get your fix too. Just fuck me already."

"Naughty girl," He chuckled, kissing and pushing my panties to the side, picking me up by the thighs and positioning himself, my head falling back, squeezing the muscle of his triceps, soft bites leaving marks along my neck while his cock started to stretch me wide, humming to me, "Now, that feels too good."

"You feel good too," I gasped out, looking to see our hips meet, burning against one another as he gave a sweet roll, "Sooo good, Yami."

"That right, shortcake?"

My hands tangled in his hair, having to stop myself from nearly screaming at the quick, powerful thrust that sent his cock deep inside, each thrust coming quicker than the last, my jaw hung, and throat jumbled with the filthy moans that I couldn't let out.

"T-That's right," I choked out, hugging his head to bury my face in his shoulder, finally letting out the moans dying to get out of me, "You're so damn good, Yami!"

"Squeezing me tight like that, I can't help myself," Pushing my back against the wall and keeping me pinned, my arms and legs were latched around him and clinging for dear life, words like I was in a dream, "So warm and soft. Didn't think you'd take me so well, shortcake."

"It's a l-lot," Gasping again, my eyes helplessly rolled to the back of my head, feeling the heat in my stomach grow and ache, especially when his thrust grew even faster somehow, the pound of his tip against my cervix nearly making me scream, "But-; Just, fuck!"

"Hey now, don't wanna get caught, do you?" The ache I felt grew as he started to drag his thrusts out, slowing and kissing, "I know it's good, but you're getting loud, don't ya think?"

"I can't help it," I whined with tears in my eyes, trying to kiss back but constantly moaning, nails dragging along the back of his neck and having me beg, "Faster, again. Yami, please!"

"Oh, you like it fast and rough like that?" I was burying my face again from the relentless pace that outmatched before, walls having an even tight grip, feeling the pulsation from head to toe, his voice nearly an echo in my head, "Gonna make you cum going like that?"

"Yeah!" Pressing my forehead against his, the bliss could even be heard in my tone, so close to the edge that I didn't care, "I don't give a shit if anyone hears. Just make me cum, Yami. I'm about t-, I'm cuming!"

Taking my thighs and spreading them as far as they could, I nearly became one with the wall, a hard thrust keeping our hips pinned, his eyes watching past my skirt to see how I gushed around his cock, walls sucking him back in deeper as he pulled back a little, wanting to see the mess of my slick all over him.

"Got damn, shortcake," He chuckled, letting me ride out the rest of my bliss as my hips began to wind on their own with what little energy I had, "Don't wanna let me go."

"You're so lucky we're where we are right now," I panted under my breath, not thinking he heard, but he did, smirking at me:

"What? Think you can handle a round two or are you just cock drunk?"

"Maybe both," I giggled, gasping as he pulled back, but kept me in his arms, "You just know how to rock my world."

"You know what?" Fixing himself with one hand and easing me to my feet with the other, hand under my skirt and squeezing my ass, winking at me, "I could go for another piece of cake." 

[book-place]

Take Your Shot

Warnings: guns, mention of gangs, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Wade Wilson x reader platonic

Request: Wade Wilson's reaction to p/o who wants to learn how to be a better marksmen so they could enter competitive shooting contests involving guns or increase their chances of survival. They play way too much first person shooter games

Request by: Anon

*not my gif*

Summary: You decide to take some of the things you’re good at in video games, and try to apply them to real life

A/N: idk

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

“Yoo-hoo!” Wade called out in a sing-song voice, clambering ungracefully through your window and landing in your apartment, “Honey, I’m home!” He cried playfully.

“In here!” You called back from the living room, not taking your eyes off the screen as you pressed down on the controller button and finished the level.

“N/n!” Your best friend cheered, leaping effortlessly over the couch and landing on the cushions right beside you, lulling his head over to you with a wide grin, “It’s been too long!” He called out dramatically, letting his head fall back and his arms be thrown out to the sides theatrically.

“Too long,” You agreed with a teasing smile, pausing your video game and turning towards him.

“Listen, not that I’m not proud of you and all for asking for this stuff, but why did you ask for this stuff?” He asked out of pure curiosity, picking up the cardboard box he had carried in for you.

Your eyes lit of at the sight of it and you excitedly bounced off the couch and began riffling through the contents, “You know,” You dismissed, “Just for stuff.”

He nodded his head in mock understanding, “Oh, yes, yes, I see. But care to explain to me what kind of ‘stuff’? Like are you in a gang I don’t know about? In trouble with a gang I can help with? In love with a gang member-“

“First of all,” You cut him off as you looked over with a raised eyebrow, “What is it with you and gangs? Second of all,” You pulled out an expensive looking gun with a grin that may or may not have made you look psychotic considering the circumstances, “I just really want to be able to enter some shooting competitions!”

He looked at you suspiciously, still not entirely convinced, “Are you sure? Like you aren’t on the hit list for the most feared gang in the city-“

“Wade.” You cut him off with a playful roll of your eyes, “There’s no gangs involved whatsoever. I just figured that since I’m really good at shooting in video games, that I should take my shot at doing it in real life.”

It was silent for a moment, before he doubled over cackling, “Take your shot- that- that was well done, n/n, very well done.”

You grinned, “I knew you would appreciate my pun.”

He snickered slightly once more before sobering up, “I could always help you prepare for competitions too if you want.”

For the second time, your eyes lit up as you looked over at him with appreciation, “Really? You will? Oh, thank you!” You cheered, jumping up and clapping your hands together excitedly. But then a realization came over you and you stopped, grin dropping as you glanced at the box once more, “Wade… where did you get all these guns?”

He waved his hand dismissively, “You know, somewhere.” He mocked your previous answer to one of his own questions.

Your eyes narrowed a little, “Wade.”

He jumped up suddenly, “Oh, would you look at the time! Gotta blast, n/n!”

“Wade!” You called after him, but it was no use. He had already left the way you came, just as ungracefully as before.

You shook your head with a small smile at his antics, because even if you didn’t know how he did it, he always came through for you.

Mutants 🦸- none yet

[aestariiwilderness]

Infil & Exfil :D BAD BATCH SEASON 3 EPISODES 6-7 *SPOILERS*

(Oh, that's how you do the keep reading thing.)

"Operative" just. WALKING IN THE DOOR. Hiding behind a table. WALKING BACK OUT. All the super elite clone troopers. RIGHT THERE. Do they notice? Nope. Sitting there. Stuffing their faces. THE DOOR OPENED. THE DOOR OPENED MULTIPLE TIMES. THE DOOR MADE THE STAR WARS WHOOSH WHOOSH NOISE. THE WHOOSH WHOOSH NOISE THAT IMMEDIATELY ALERTS EVERYONE IN THE ROOM THAT SOMEONE. JUST CAME IN THE ROOM. GUYS. GUYS. YOU ARE EMBARRASSING ME IN FRONT OF THE NATBORNS.

Rex: oh let me bring my cool slightly insane bad batch besties to my super secret base with my clone rebellion! Nothing can go wrong Annnnnnd the end of the day count: One (1) Super Secret Base: Totaled Two (2) Clone Rebellion Ships: Smoking Wrecks One (1) Prisoner: Dead Clone Rebellion: Reduced Crosshair: Somehow Not Being Drawn and Quartered by Howzer After They Brought Him To Their Base and the Empire Promptly Descended Echo: Still Everyone's Taxi Service

This is (finally!) the Clone Who Cannot Die. And, simultaneously, the Clone Who Cannot Stop Falling Off Of Things. My lord, I don't care who he is, somebody get him a bandaid for the love of Pete. What's his count? Takes on entire Clone Rebellion: Still Alive, did better than they did, definitely has the brain cell Clone Trooper (he had a name, I just don't remember it) with a flamethrower: Still Alive One (1) building collapse: Still Alive Unspecified injuries to legs: Still Alive Unspecified injury(ies) to shoulder: Still Alive Shot at by Crosshair: Still Alive Nearly Exploded by Crosshair (ha, way to compensate for your shaky hands Cross -- can't shoot it with pinpoint precision? Ah well, time to EXPLODE IT): STILL ALIVE Fell down tower (? I was losing track): STILL ALIVE Abandoned by squad who pointedly did not offer any bandaids: STILL ALIVE Creepy chase through jungle: Still Alive, rocking new and fun injuries, looking damn fine on Star Wars Heat Vision™, terrifying absolutely everyone, has his own theme music Shot at AGAIN by Crosshair: Still alive (really, Crosshair, wow...you're like. A reg now) Brawls with Crosshair: Still alive, absolutely won that one hands down, no contest, unfortunately did not hold down long enough my man (has nobody ever drowned in Star Wars before? Really?) Fun Rapids Journey with Crosshair: Fine and dandy. Fresh as a daisy Gets Stunned In Water: Oh Thank God Please Let Him Nap -- oH OF COURSE THERE'S A WATERFALL -- Five-Story Waterfall? Sharp Rocks at the Bottom? Most Likely: BRING IT ON Abandoned by Squad AGAIN: STILL ALIVE I don't care if he's evil, he's my new favorite. Behold: COMPETENCY

Is anyone else getting Emperor's New Groove vibes or

Speaking of:

P.S. If it is Winter Soldier Tech it becomes both a thousand times more concerning and a thousand times more hilarious. Writers be like: okay let me see how many MORE times I can yeet this particular clone off a high place to his presumed death in one episode P.P.S. Rex: "It doesn't matter what you've done. At the end of the day, you're still a clone." Way Less Competent Clone Assassin: *stares* Way Less Competent Clone Assassin, mentally: ....yeaaaaahhhh, that's....how genetics work

[cha-melodius]

6, 7, and 18 for the firstprince couples therapy au!

Ohhhh you asked the one that takes the most work (18)! But also a fun one that I'm glad someone asked. First, though:

6. Does this chapter/fic have any twists that you’re proud of?

You know, I don't think there are any real "twists" in this fic! I do love a twist, as you are probably aware, but in this case it's pretty straightforward. We don't get Henry's POV, so his feelings during this are a little obscure... although probably only to Alex. 😅

#7 I answered here.

18. Share the scene you just wrote, written from another character’s POV.

All right, so the obvious play here is a scene from Henry's POV since the fic is all in Alex's. HOWEVER. I can't do that, it'd be just too spoilery, especially since the most recent scenes I've written are very late in the fic. So instead you get a POV from someone who's not even an actual character in the fic. 😂

Kyle sees a lot of couples at the Hot Shots basketball game, mostly because a lot of dudes are sure they can win a stuffed animal for their date. And they're often right; whenever he works this game, he gives out a lot more plush bears and dogs than at nearly any other game at Luna Park. Most of the couples are your standard sporty dude with a plastic-looking girl who's more interested in her phone than his shooting—in other words, pretty boring. Because he has nothing better to do than watch them interact, he's gotten good at telling which ones are early in their relationship, which ones are a good match, and which ones look really in love. At first he assumes the two guys that approach the game are there to compete against each other, because that's the usually case. He realizes pretty quickly, though, that these aren't your typical jocks there to have a dick measuring contest. For one, they're both dressed way nicer than anyone dresses at an amusement park. For two, they don't compete; the tall blond one demurs—maybe because he's British, by the accent—as the shorter brunet steps up to play. That's when Kyle realizes that this is a date. It has to be, by the way the blond watches raptly even though Kyle will eat his hat if he gives shit about basketball. It has to be, by the way the brunet, bouncing with nervous energy, keeps on looking over after every shot as if to check if the blond has just watched him make the basket. It has to be, by the way the blond blushes when the brunet hands over his prize. Couples like these, who are so clearly gone on each other, are his favorites. They're adorable, and though he doesn't say anything because that would be fucking creepy, he thinks it. Good luck, you two, he wants to say, I hope I can find someone who looks at me like that one day.

WHEW, ok! That's a little preview of something that's gonna happen in the fic from the POV from an outside observer. Thanks so much for sending these in!

Ask me about a current WIP!

[lotus-corner]

Hey! If you know Animatic Battle, how about Lee!Animatic? ^_^ (Ler can be anyone >:3)

It's kind of a given I have to make this now. So Lee!Animatic and Ler!Exclamation Mark (who else was it gonna be /silly).

Exclamation Mark Likes Rocks

Printer and Exclamation Mark looked at some random rocks.

"And you are fine with me being trans?" Printer questioned.

"Yes, I don't see why I won't accept you. You are a wonderful member of our team. Now I will eat these rocks," Exclamation Mark smiled.

"Why would you eat rocks?!" Yelled a familiar voice.

"Oh, it's you," Exclamation Mark smiled.

It was Animatic. She looked down on her contestants.

"Because the rocks will make me stronger," Exclamation Mark expanded.

"I don't think so," Printer stated, "But hey, Exclamation Mark, didn't Animatic hurt you with his tickling?"

"Sounds about right," Exclamation Mark confirmed.

"Do you think you should get revenge?" Printer asked.

"Yeah, why not," Exclamation Mark replied.

Exclamation Mark ran to Animatic. They pushed him back with their right arm. With Animatic's arm still on Exclamation Mark's head, they spidered Animatic's hand.

"Tickle, tickle, tickle," Exclamation Mark giggled.

"I meant killing him," Printer commented.

"I think tickling is better than murdering," Exclamation Mark added.

"Whatever," Animatic replied, "I can handle it."

Exclamation Mark then targeted Animatic's legs roughly. Animatic then realized this he might not able to handle this, but he refused to swallow his pride and admit to Printer and Exclamation Mark that. Her giggles did peek through her mouth. Exclamation Mark quickly moved to Animatic's face. Animatic tired to shoot a lazer beam at Exclamation Mark but it ended up in the sky. It shot passed Weather and landed on an old star. This caused a super nova. All that came out of Animatic's mouth was a high-pitched laugh.

"My job is done. Now I can eat my rocks," They informed Printer.

"How about you ignore the rocks and be my best friend," Printer offered.

"That sounds better," Exclamation Mark smiled, "I accept."

"This was a waste of time," Animatic responded and walked away.