#being emo and sulky

[stinkrascal]

i edited two scenes for straud already and im basically done decorating max’s bedroom for the third scene so after im done editing that post i think i’ll get back to posting straud again yes...... yes i will

[anachronistic-falsehood]

the phenomenon of taking guy characters and turning them into women in mcyt and mcyt-adjacent fandoms due to a shortage/lack of well-written and engaging female characters needs to be studied i think. this isnt a gripe with transfem hcs i love transfem hcs but im just wondering. why go out of ur way to take a male character and slap she/her pronouns on him when you could instead read or watch something with good prevalent female characters that are very well written already? like. there's a fucking Pattern with the characters ppl hc as transfem. its always the kind and loving level-headed voices of reason that get the transfem beam. why do you think the soft and kind male character who's meek and mild and folds easily under pressure is the one who's a woman. why is that. huh. why. answer quick.

[pagesofkenna]

dont worry yall, i almost made a really self-pitying post about being an ace person when allo people dont love you back the way you love them

but then i remembered that basically all of my allo friends right now love me so much and so earnestly and it's literally just this one (not on tumblr) friend i've been having issues with and thats not a me problem thats a them problem

moody post averted

[wonuwrites]

ot13 finding out you didn't bias them prior to dating~

was talking to one of my moots *cough cough* @lavnderwonu *cough cough* like over a month ago and got this idea lmfaoooo. Hope y'all enjoy it. I used this reddit to get the names of their individual fandoms btw.

Warnings: Sulky Seventeen, fluffy, some cussing lmao.

Also adding random songs that I listen to while writing their parts. <3 Also this was randomized. If you want a specific scenario with someone pls lmk

ღ S. Coups -> Wonwoo (Song Note: this song is so Seuncheol coded and it breaks me)

"Babe," you warned your curious boyfriend who just found out that you were a full blown Carat with a bias prior to being with him. He asked who was your bias fully expecting it to be him but that was not the truth. Sure, Seungcheol was one of your bias wreckers but your heart belonged to another member before you both started dating and the thought of admitting that... oh boy. "What, are you telling me that you biased someone else?" Your silence was telling which made him raise an eyebrow. He then would start listing everyone which would make you laugh. When he got to Wonwoo you got a little shy before telling him "it wasn't important." He would scoff and would sit back while shaking his head. "Of course it's Wonwoo..." He then would pull out his phone and then jokingly say, "what a shame I liked him." "what?" "I'm kicking him out of Seventeen because you should be Couprang not Wonwoorideul. It's simple." You knew he was joking but still tried to win him over by saying, "baby I got smarter, I'm Couprang forever. You know this." You then would kiss his face until he started to laugh then playfully wrestle you.

ღ Jeonghan -> Dokyeom (Song Note: Emo Carats where you at!?!?!)

Here's the thing, when Jeonghan found out that you were Kwiyeomdongmoim prior to dating him, he would feel every emotion in the span of 10 seconds. Yet, one of the main ones was pride oddly enough. Seokmin is one of his closest friends and seeing that someone he cares about a lot also cared about one of his closest friends was just precious to him? I don't see him getting jealous at all because this.

ღ Joshua -> Vernon (Song Note: Taemin will always be that bitch and this song is proof.)

Jisoo is a confident fella yeah? Well, he likes to think so. However, his confidence took a hit when you realized that you favored a different American before you both started dating. When you casually told him you were a Dolly prior he would say that it didn't bother him but he'd bring it up in front of Hansol which would just make you all flustered. However, it would backfire at Jisoo when Hansol would clapback and say "isn't that a L for you though, hyung? You weren't even (Y/N)'s first choice." This would give Jisoo the crazy eyes because the audacity.

ღ Jun -> Seungkwan (Song Note: forever one of my favorite Taylor songs <3)

Jun isn't a jealous person really so when he found out that you were a Boosadan he would just smile because Seungkwan deserves support and he was so happy you supported one of his friends he cares a lot about. When you were hanging out the next time with Seungkwan, Jun would mention that you were a Boosadan which you would get embarrassed about bc ??? that was confidential lmao. Seungkwan would then ask you if you were now a Huihui or still a Boosadan. Jun would scoff but then would be taken aback when you said "Still Boosadan bc I doubt you'd expose me like this."

ღ Hoshi -> S Coups (Song Note: ooo this might be a song preference song in future <3)

Just call Soonyoung 'Mr. Pouty Pants' because when he found out that you were Couprang instead of Horangdan he would feel so betrayed. Even if you were to tell him that he was your favorite now it wouldn't matter because Seungcheol was your first. If you were ever all together, he would always put himself in between you and Seungcheol which would make Seungcheol so confused but you couldn't bring yourself to admit why your dork of a boyfriend was acting weird LMAO.

ღ Wonwoo -> Jeonghan (Song Note: the way this song has my whole heart lately.)

To be honest, Wonwoo doesn't really give vibes that he would be jealous as much as other members. Especially if it came to you biasing any of the members except him. End of the day you were dating him and not whoever you liked once upon a time. When he found out you were a Jjongjjongie’s fan prior to dating him, he would find it cute. He didn't blame you on bit. He would humblebrag to Jeonghan in private that his fans were moving on from Jeonghan to him though to tease him tho hahaha.

ღ Woozi -> Joshua (Song Note: Nina Nesbitt will always be that pop girlie that's criminally underrated.)

Oh Jihoon is a lowkey jealous type and I will die on this hill. Like you might not even notice he is jealous most of the time. However, when he found out you were a Joshushushu (is this real Carats bc omg.) he was not as lowkey about it. In fact if you were in a faux fight he might say, "go to Jisoo if you think it would be better." It would make you laugh and you would have to shower him attention for him to realize that he was your choice forever and always.

ღ Dokyeom -> Mingyu (Song Note: Gray pls make a company and have all of the AOMG people that left join it pls I miss this era.) UPDATE GRAY DID LMFAOOOO #DUOVER

Look, Mingyu is Seokmin's soulmate and best friend. However, when he found out that his other soulmate (you) was a Gyuldaengie before y'all started to date he would be a little self conscious. He knows how handsome his best friend is and would need extra love and reassurance that you want him.

ღ Mingyu -> Minghao (Song Note: ugh i miss this era of ikon so bad.)

Oh Lord, Mingyu finding out that you biased anyone other than him before you dated made him the poutiest of pouts in the ENTIRE universe. Then when it was Minghao out of all people? Oh he was so dramatic about it. He would just be sitting there with a "fake sulk" and you would have to reassure him that he was like your biggest bias wrecker and end of the day you chose his cute ass and not Minghao's and that would make it a bit bearable. Whenever y'all were out and Minghao was around though he would be a lot more touchy and would be "more protective" about you hahaha.

ღ Minghao -> Hoshi (Song Note: this song is always in my head at 2 am and idk why. it's so good but send help.)

Minghao found out about you being a 'horangdan' the same time Soonyoung sound out. Soonyoung would be a giggly mess and Minghao would just be deadpan. He would be giving you side eye when you were like "You had me at Horanghe or whatever." Soonyoung and you would do the 'Horanghe' hand sign around Minghao just to annoy him because you both found 'Sulky Hao' hilarious and cute. All of you knew this wasn't serious and end of the day you were Minghao's partner. But damn, if this didn't give him more fuel for the Anti Tiger Agenda though...

ღ Seungkwan -> Dino (Song Note: It's Maestro era but I'm still stuck in this era ;-;)

You were never planning on telling Seungkwan or hell even Chan that you used to be a full blown Dinonara before you started dating Seungkwan but it happened after a few shots with both of them plus Hansol. Y'all were playing 'Never Have I Ever' and both Chan and Hansol were trying everything in their power to get you out. "Never have I ever..." Hansol would say while glaring at you which would make both Seungkwan and you just giggle, "never have I ever ONLY been a Boosadan." Seungkwan coo'd then looked at your fingers and gasped when he realized none of them went down, "Are you cheating on me with one of my members?" "i-it was before we started dating." "Who?" all of them said now curious for different reasons. Hansol because it was tea, Chan because he was genuinely curious, and Seungkwan because he wanted to kick their ass lmao. You just glanced at Chan and then back at Seungkwan hoping that was enough and it was. Chan realized as well and then was like "wait so you cheated on me?" That would make the younger one run for his life as Seungkwan chased him while you and Hansol just laughed at their chaos.

ღ Vernon -> Jun (Song Note: This song is so underrated imo. idk why kpop fans sleep on great songs like this.)

When Hansol found out that you biased Jun he wouldn't even be all that surprised because he understood. He knew his hyung was a super stannable person because hell even the rest of Seventeen (him included) was a huge Huihui. I feel like Hansol would just be very confident in your relationship but I feel like he would also tease you to a degree about it. Like if you got into a not serious fight he'd just be like "go to Jun then and see if he can handle your delusions like me." hahaha.

ღ Dino -> Woozi (Song Note: It's Maestro era pt 2 but also still stuck in this era as well.)

Chan can get a bit jealous, we know. However, when you told him before y'all started dating you were Woozidan all he could think of was "fair." Even though it's 'useless' having 12 hyungs sometimes, he does have a lot of love and respect for them; especially Jihoon. However, he would tease you about it and would say "you're a Dinonara officially now though right?" lmaoooo

[just-some-random-blogger]

Hiii

Idk if you have done this before but a Morpheus x reader one where Dream has been recently set freed and is so touched deprived that when he met up with reader once mode after being separated for a century he can't control himself and it leads to some sexy stuff in which it leads to them breaking the bed (kinda like the honeymoon scene in twilight 🤭)

Just straight up desperate needy Morpheus hours 🫶🏻

Caged

Dream of the Endless x Demon Hunter!Reader

Summary: Dream has made himself believe that he is alone in the world, nothing has further solidified this that being imprisoner for a century. Who'd have thought he'd find warmth in one of the coldest people alive.

Word Count: 5k+

Warnings: Fem!reader, smut (biting, marking, dom/sub dynamic, hair pulling, vaginal penetration, oral [m receiving], edging ig?, unprotected sex, brat!dream idk it just happened, praise kink [uh... reader talks to him like a god during sexy time so]), hurt/comfort ig, reader's so angry HAHAHH T_T, fluff, etc.

A/N: im not in the mood for smut but i might be when i write this. update MINORS DNI hello nonnie i am finally in the mood for smut HAHHAAHHA and i am in the mood to ruin dream's life (: i took a lot of creative liberties i have no idea why i made this so long so i hope you enjoy it my dear <3 another day another 5k smut fml Also i invented a lot of stuff for reader, like giving Morpheus a Roman name so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ just just just roll with it along with my most definitely wrong google translated Latin ok? ok. Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9 @sloanexx anOTHER one (continuation) "Petty And Yours"

"You know," I swirled a watermelon lollipop in my mouth, "you're so pathetic for that."

A breeze blew back my maxi dress and I crossed my arms at the fact I was being ignored by the uncharacteristically warmly dressed man.

The park bench he was sat in the middle off had some fallen leaves that were slowly tumbling down to the ground with the push of the wind. I give him a moment to respond. I huff at his continued silence.

"Earth to Dream?" I call louder.

Still nothing.

"Somnium Regem?"

A bird makes a sound as a large piece of bread is gobbled down its throat.

"Hey! Sulky trench coat man!" I bark.

Finally, the man feeding pigeons turns to me.

His eyes are dull and bright all at once, a shade of glistening blue that had no life behind them. I raise my brows, lips pulling upward in distaste, "you remind me of that bat in Gotham. So emo for no reason," I scoff, straightening my arms, "everyone's parents die at some point."

"Why are you here, demon hunter?" the being grips his baguette.

I scoff again, "I'm here because I like you, baby."

He turns away from me, tearing up bread, haphazardly then dropping it in front of small creatures. I grimace as the birds flock over to the bread like they had nothing better to do-- which they don't.

"I do not enjoy your bitter sarcasm, eight," Dream says pointedly.

I roll my eyes, walking over to him, fingers rolling the lollipop stick sticking by the side of my mouth, "well, if you didn't ask me stupid-" I push his legs together so that I can sit next to him, "-fucking questions, then maybe I wouldn't want to constantly drop kick you."

Dream hastily moves to the side as I plop down next to him, crossing my legs as I lean back and stretch my arm out on the backrest. I look at him as he looks at me. Wind blows at both of our hair. I move his dark strands along with the breeze so that I would not poke at his already glassy eyes.

He blankly stares.

I shrug in expectance, "Domina told me you've been sulking, and that I'd find you here, just like how she found you here days ago."

Dream blinks, "my sister should not have troubled you with needless concerns."

I furrow my brows at his response. I roll my eyes incredulously, "you are so fucking stupid."

He gives me side eye before turning back to his pigeons.

"You know, for someone who should have a profound understanding of the world, you clearly don't know anything."

The Endless hisses under his breath, "silence."

"What?" I give him a look, "don't like that?"

I can see him almost going against himself as not to sneer at my grilling.

I pout exaggeratedly and speak as though I was a child, "wha' you gon' do 'bout it? You gon' kill me now?" I raise my hands and monotonously hark, "oh no help, I'm so scared."

"I do not know why Death sent for you," he quips, breaking his gaze from the birds to narrow his eyes at me. He continues crumbling bread onto the ground.

I resist the urge to roll my eyes as I straighten and face forward, "that's because I'm the most irritating bondservant she has," I prop my elbows on my legs, "which is effective for making people want to do my bidding in return for me shutting up."

"I shall not leave," he looks to the feeding animals, "I am keeping the pigeons company," he mutters, "they appear... lonesome."

I wipe my hands on my face, pulling the lollipop out of my mouth as I sigh, "intenta et tenera domina." My eyes twitch in annoyance when I muttered 'the attentive and tender lady' in my mother tongue. "I should have known we were playing therapist today."

I shake my head, popping the candy back in my mouth, grabbing the bread from his hand. He turns to me, helplessly watching, unable to fight against me; he knows I'd bite his finger off if he touches me.

"Ever heard of projecting, Somnia?" I hiss, chucking his baguette as far off as I can.

He watches the projectile disappear into a bush.

He glares at me.

Goosebumps form on my skin when he speaks, "visne noctes noctes te affligere?"

Admittedly, the roll and click of his tongue speaking Latin did make me stiffen, though, 'do you want nightmares to plague you tonight?' was a threat so empty to me.

I sniffle, retorting in the same language, "I haven't visited your nightmarish domain since its castle walls began to crumble."

Dream takes his turn to freeze.

I tilt my head, crushing the lollipop between my teeth, "personally," I pull the stick out my mouth, tucking it in Dream's pocket, who does nothing when I do so, "I take enough trips to hell to not want to visit something that mirrors it so well. Not when I'm supposed to be dreaming of heaven."

I can see how my words strike through him.

I notice how his stoic and pale face hardens and loses its color even more.

I continue to egg him on, "I feel bad for your dreamers who think the drab ones the have at night are the best you can do."

I can almost hear the gloom radiate off him.

I purse my lips and stand, "speaking of nightmares, I caught your nightmare once," I place my hands on my hips, "I thought the gruesome serial killing was demonic in nature, so I tracked the killer, only to find it was no other than your Corinthian."

Dream looks at me, expressionless, as I raise my brows, "did you handle him, Somnium Regem?"

The Dream King looks like he does not want to talk to me at all now. I give him a challenging look and needlessly straighten out his coat for effect.

He straightens up, then brings his hands in his pocket, pulling out a skull that had teeth where his eye sockets should have been.

I look at the thing, feeling a swirl in my stomach, "poor In Oculis."

Dream visibly reacts to the Corinthian's old Latin name, The Eyeless.

He remnant of his creation disappears from the palm of his hand, "how long have you gone without sleep?"

I turn away from him, shrugging at his U-turn back into that conversation, "does it matter? I won't die."

"It matters because Somnium Regem is inquiring this of you."

I turn to him and repeat my answer, "I told you, ever since your castle began to crumble, it's just be me, myself, and coffee."

Somnia stands, towering over me, uncharacteristically high, "you have not slept in a hundred years?"

I look up at him with knit brows, "has anyone slept in a hundred years?"

"Then at once you must-"

"I'm not here-" I grab his collar, tugging him down slightly closer to me, "-to talk about my sleep pattern, Somnia. I'm here to make you stop sulking."

"That is not your forte, demon hunter," he brings his face close to mine, "perhaps if you were from the fifth."

"Fuck you," I snap, getting on my tiptoes to near his stupidly high face, "I'm good at everything."

Somnia grumbles something under his breath.

I release my grip on his coat and snap my fingers, "and besides," I raise my arms out to the side. I take one step back and allow myself to fall backwards. I then dip into the portal I conjured in the ground, swinging up until I was standing on the other side.

I turn over my shoulder, finding Dream was already standing there behind me. I grin, "I'm the only person who knows what it's like to be trapped for a hundred years."

Now in the confines of my home, I strut over to my sofa where an axe was placed and consecutively forgotten, "though, mine was eight hundred."

I turn to Dream, who suddenly looked uncomfortable.

I laugh at him, "wow. You finally feel bad for me? You used to be so indifferent when I mentioned that to you."

My eyes zero in on the note on my axe, hissing at the reminder that I meant to put it away last week. I grab the piece of paper, instinctively crumpling it. I instantly regret my innate inclination to destroy, cursing under my breath, then flattening out the thing.

"Make yourself at home, Morpheus," I rub the paper in my hand, "let me just put this thing back where it came from."

I grab the axe and prop it on my shoulder.

Dream does not make himself at home; he instead follows me as I walk to the weapons room. I give him a look, "I guess you can feed the gremlins in the basement if you want."

"I would rather follow you."

I shrug, "ok then."

I make my way down the hall, and open the light in room once I enter, revealing the age old trinkets and gadgets my family has been using since the first generation. I bring the note to a chamber that then seals the object with the rest of the artifacts like it.

Dream further scrutinizes the thing as I walk to the axe holders. "Constantine?" he says after reading what was written on the note.

I grunt as I put away the borrowed item, "the idiot wanted to borrow this," I motion to the axe in my grip, "I told her she can't touch it, touched it anyway, didn't die" I huff, after securing the axe back in its place. I place my hands on my hips as I turn to Dream, "and now I got a thank you note in return."

Dream turns back to the note that read: Thxxx -Constantine.

"Items of gratitude are the best bait for a soul suckers," I say, then pointing to a bunch of dark hued orbs on a shelf before walking over to him, "almost as good as nightmares."

I reach his side as he looks out to his gift to the sixth, the sixth generation of my family, Nightmare Marbles. They were largish glass spheres that harnesses the darkness of nightmares; a demon's equivalent to chocolate bars.

"And you relived your worst nightmare to procure so much bait, eight?" Dream whispers, turning to me with a tense expression.

I give him a look, "didn't you say my grandma from the third generation was also a sucker for punishment?"

"She did not go through her worst nightmare 78 times to make nightmare marbles."

I turn to the shelf, "damn, you managed to count all that so quickly?"

"Eight, this is-"

"What? I'm genuinely impressed!"

I freeze when he calls out my actual name. He rarely did that. In fact, there were only a few people who knew my real name and did not call me eight. Eight, as in I am from the eighth generation of demon hunters from my family. It became my name because, well, I was the only left, which was why I could not die.

I feel my belly roll at the sound. I clear my throat, weakly speaking, "what?"

"I did not gift that to your grandparents only to have you use it to punish yourself."

"Why would I want to punish myself?" I mutters, "I'm not you."

Dream is silent.

I sigh, walking out of the room, "after living out eight hundred years in hell in one fucking day, you tend to instinctively get fucked up in the brain."

I make my way down the hall, and at the end, Dream was there, already waiting for me. I give him a quick look as I pass him, "the nightmare doesn't hurt me anymore."

"Eight," he calls. I do not stop on this account. I do, however, when he asks, "why are you lying to me?"

I suck in a breath, keeping it deep in my lungs. I feel him walk up to me. I feel him take my hand.

I turn to him, sighing and brows knitting at his affection. He is still towering over me, and don't feel like craning my neck up so I don't look at him. I tighten my grip on his hand, "why are you lying to me?"

When I finally look up at him, he releases a breath. I release his hand and get on my tip toes to grab his cheeks. It was as though his glassy eyes were waiting for this moment to allow the tears to fall.

I knit my brows at the unexpected reaction. I sigh at the sight of him.

"I did not lie to you," he responds like a secret.

"Really?" I speak in disbelief as I wipe tears on his cheeks, "was it the pigeons that were lonesome, or you?"

"... both..."

I fall back onto my feet, hands trailing down to his chest, "you're right. I suck at... comfort..." I take the lapels of his coat between my fingers, "only cause I'm rough around the edges. Sorta like you," I hum, raising a brow at him, "except I can admit to it, whereas you-"

I push his chest, making him walk back all the way to the sofa my axe was moments ago. I force him down, and down he goes, bouncing on the cushion. He looks up at me as I pull away and give him a soft smile, "you need that coaxed out of you."

I was meant walk away from him, but he grabs my thigh before I can.

"Non potes exspectare dicere tale quid me derelinquas."

You cannot expect to say such a thing then leave me.

I look at the hand hooked behind my thigh. I raise my brow quizzically, "I have work."

"I am your work," he says, other hand coming to my other thigh, "your Lady commanded you to take care of me."

I snort, grabbing his chin, "no, she told me to make you stop sulking."

"Yes, she did," he hums, hands trailing down my legs, grabbing the ends of my skirt.

"You were literally crying a moment ago."

"You're a tear in my heart."

"That's a twenty one pilots song."

"And I am eager for you to make me stop sulking."

Dream's eyes are fixed on me s he leans in and begins bunching up the fabric in his palms, slowly bringing them up with his hands.

I release a sigh when his hands make it back where it was before, though perhaps a bit higher this time. I place my hands on his arms, stopping him from continuing. He turns stills like a statue before me.

I nibble my lower lip before speaking, "if we're going to do this, we do this in my terms."

His lips instantly curve up in response. He nods slowly, "in imperio tuo."

On your command.

I push him back upon hearing that, a lump in my throat forming at the words from my mother tongue. I quickly climb on to him, straddling his legs, fingers combing into the roots of his hair by his nape.

I immediately lock his lips with mine. His hands work much quickly this time around, ripping my skirt all the way up, making me raise my hands so that he can pull my dress off me.

I moan against him when his hands begin to scratch up my back. He moans against me when I grind down on him.

I pull away, catching my breath so I could take my turn in undressing him. He moves to help me rid of his ridiculous coat and when he grips his shirt, I hiss at him, giving him a stern look, "don't spoil my fun."

I then push myself off him and bunch up his shirt in my hand, dragging him all the way back to my bedroom.

Once we're there, I push him onto my bed and crawl on top of him, perching on top of his groin, slowly digging my hands into his sides, underneath his clothes.

I reveal his stomach to me, pressing my fingers down the middle of his skin, "so pretty."

His hand trail up my thighs, kneading at the flesh, humming, "yes," he tugs at my panties, "you are quite exquisite."

I chuckle, lips curving into a smile, "aww, you're going to make me blush," I swat at his hands, "hands off."

He reluctantly obeys.

At this point, I rid him off his shirt and his hands immediately move to come back to my thighs. I swat him away again, to crawl down and begin to attentively kiss his chest.

I sigh against him as his hands come to my sides. I feel the purr-like sounds he produces as I suck and graze my teeth on his muscly pec. I hum in approval when I pull away and see the blazing red mark I left on his burning white skin, "if you morph my art off your body, I will give you nightmares."

I begin working on his skin again when he laughs at my words. I feel the vibration on my lips. He rubs my shoulder with his hand, "a titillating thought."

I look at him from where he was looking down at me and bite down on the side of his ribcage. He grunts in response. I raise a brow at him, "it's a threat, Somnia."

His eyes darken, where mine sparkle.

Without warning, he pulls my head back by my hair, and pushes himself up by his other arm, "who do you think you're threatening, child?"

I wince, chuckling under my breath, "clearly this wanton creature beneath me."

He pulls me back by my hair more as he sits up all the way. I make a sound as he grabs my thigh and skids me closer on him.

Dream brings his face close to mine, nostrils flaring, as if in warning.

I chuckle, licking his lips, "remember, sweetling," I tug on his lower lip, releasing it to say, "on my command."

He sucks in a deep breath.

I raise a brow, "you wouldn't want me to leave you, now do you?"

He sighs, releasing my hair.

I push him back down, clicking my tongue as I do so, "naughty boy," I chastise, "wanting to take the reins so badly."

I begin to undo his pants, holding in my laugh at the visible imprint on him, "maybe I should take precautions before undoing you, hmm?"

I push myself off him and leaning to my side. His hands take hold of my waist as I grab something from my bedside table. I look down on him with a grin as his hands knead at me. I shake my head, "off."

Dream stills.

"Get your hands off me, Dream."

He obeys and so I take both his wrists in front of me. The golden serpent bracelet begins to then slither around his wrists. He watches this contraption shackle him and grunts, "you mock me, demon hunter."

I chuckle, moving off him, "well, you're being quite difficult."

Dream helplessly watches as I get off the bed and walk to the side of the room. I hear him try to rip at his cuffs. I laugh as I grab a silver spear, "that was a gift from Jupiter. Try not break it."

I then plummet my spear at the base of my bed. I wiggle a finger at Dream, beckoning him over, "now come over, beloved Somnia."

He does not struggle as he crawls over to me with bound hands.

"On your back," I say, "hands up."

Dream does just that, rolling on his back, bringing his bound wrists to the spear where the serpent then begins to constrict itself.

"Very good, my king."

The king makes a sound of distaste, which I heartily laugh at.

I waste no more time and quickly go to him, ridding him of his remaining clothing like a kid on Christmas morning.

My lips involuntarily part at the size of him, "fuck. I forgot you made yourself... bigger."

I find offence when he chuckles and croons, "will this be a problem?"

"No," I quip quickly.

"Very good, then," he smiles.

I mock, "very good then."

Once it was now just me, him, and his pulsing length, I begin my ministrations. I crawl back on him and grin, grabbing his hardened member, "not quite a watermelon lollipop but-" I cut myself off and take him in my mouth.

He heavily breathes out and shuts his eye. I giggle in approval over his reactions, one hand coming to my core, already slickened with arousal.

I lap my tongue around him before taking him deeper. I press both my hands on his thighs when his legs begin to stir.

I dig my nails into his hips and slowly constrict my teeth around him as I bob my head up and down him. In a sort of challenge for myself, I make an attempt to take him all. The moment he hits the back of my throat however, I begin to struggle and will myself to relax to further take him in.

When I begin to gag, I pull myself off and catch my breath, leaning my weight into, "you did this on purpose," I scoff, "you knew this would happen."

"I am not omniscient," he laughs, "I did not foresee this-"

"Oh fuck you," I cut him off, "I'm going to fucking make you cry."

Oh, you can bet that he found that funny.

His laughter was cut off when I removed my underwear, chucking my panties and bra to where ever, then mounted myself on him. I am glad I am wet enough to take him in but I cannot withhold the whine that I tried to conceal as I did so. Fuck him and his magnum cock.

Well... that was what I was doing.

Once I am on him, he lets out a moan and the pulls at his shackles, making the snake bracelet glow and constrict tighter on him.

I take my turn to laugh this time around, and my core, which was still busy adjusting to the size of him, flutters around him. I don't say it as self-satisfied as I wanted to, "serves you right."

He calls out my name. It makes my stomach roll.

I fell him slowly rock his hips into me and I push down on his chest, whining at his attempts, "stop! Stop! Give me a fucking chance."

He instantly stops and looks up at me with a worried look, "I apologize, I-"

"Shut the fuck up," I shake my head, "the more you speak, the more I want to fuck you up."

Dream presses his lips into a thin line, but he obeys.

After a while, I allow myself to ride him like an eager jockey.

I rock myself on him at a slow pace. I heave in and out at the overwhelming feel of him. My toes curl at the bundle of nerves he hits every time he fills me up to to my fucking stomach.

I sigh as I rub on my sensitive nub as I press my weight forward. I close my eyes and chew on my lip at the sensations. I drag my flesh out of my teeth as I begin to feel pressure build within me.

"More," Dream whines, craning his head up to look at me.

I look down on him, narrowing my eyes, "pretty boys like you don't ask," I mutter, "they beg."

I push my hands on his chest and lean down to give him a kiss, all while keeping the slow pace of my thrusts. When he meets me halfway to take my lips in his, I dodge him, then rub my nose on his, "I said beg. Beg for me."

He moves his head closer to catch my lips, and I pull all the way back, sitting up again to look down on him in disappointment. He whines, pulling his arms, making my contraption glow and constrict all over.

He drops his head in defeat. I chuckle.

"Beg," I call out louder.

Dream gulps, "please."

"What?"

"Please."

"Please, what?" I cease the roll of my hips, "please stop?"

He heaves, lifting his head back up, ripping at his wrist, "please don't stop."

"Mmm," I nod, "but I'm a little confused, my lord," I massage my breasts, "what exactly should I be doing?"

He watches my hands for a moment. I'm amused it actually distracts him. I chuckle, "Earth to Dream?"

Dream sighs.

"Somnia?" I drag out.

"Move your hips," he says breathlessly.

I hum, pretending to debate his words.

"Please," he adds, making me smile.

I rub my wetness on him, "you mean like this?"

Dream sighs, gulping roughly, "no."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, but I have no idea what you mean, my king," I pout, making no attempt to give him what he so clearly wanted.

"Thrust into me," he sputters, "ride me like an eager jockey."

I snort, breaking into a laugh. I feel a rush shoot through me. My hands come up to my cheeks, "you heard that?" I giggle, "dirty, dirty boy, listening to my thoughts."

"Please," he strains, pulling at his binds again. He drops his head, huffing, "please move."

"Well, now that you're asking me so nicely," I muse, shifting on him, hands falling back on his chest. I begin to move up and down, slow and steady, emptying out and getting filled right back in with his stiffened length.

He moans in approval, eyes closing in pleasure. I sigh and lick my upturned lips, "better, baby?"

"Yes," he drags out a breath, "yes, thank you."

I groan at his words, moving a bit faster, "oh fuck, that's hot. Am I making you feel good?"

"Yes. Very good."

I whine, "fuck."

As I move on him, I savor his feel, how he's deliciously stretching me out and how my insides were sucking him in.

I momentarily slow when I hear a strained crackling sound in front of me. What the fuck was that?

It takes me about two seconds to realize it was my bracelet. Oh fuck.

I feel my inside flutter at the possible threat literally about to unravel before me. I lick my lips, "you enjoying yourself, Dream?"

He only moans in response.

"That's not an answer, darling?" I hum, slowing down all over again.

His eyes break open and his jaw tenses. I hear a fucking cracking sound. Is that my spear or my bracelet?

"Come on, use your words, Prince of Stories."

"I want you to move faster," he mutters gutturally.

What the fuck, is that my floor?

"Please?"

I dig into the side of his ribs and give in to his pleas. He moans and shuts his eyes again, but the strain on my bracelet does not waver. I watch as the object burns brighter.

I whimper when Dream begins to move beneath me. I tear my gaze from his wrists to his face, scowling at him, "behave."

To my surprise, he obeys, then whispers, "please kiss me."

I coo at his sentiment, feeling my core for him. I lean over and plant my lips on him. I moan at the feel of his tongue sneaking into my mouth.

I bring my grip onto the mattress and begin moving faster than I have yet. I whine and pull away from him to catch my breath, "giddy fucking up horsey."

It takes me a second to realize what I just fucking said.

The next moment, I grunt and find myself giggling. I crack myself up with how wholeheartedly stupid and dick delirious I've become. As I continue to laugh, I find myself slowing to prioritize my amusement while I screw my eyes shut.

I was soon very clear that it was a poor choice.

All at once, there was a loud snapping sound. The moment I opened my eyes, I behold a broken bracelet and a bent spear. Oh, yeah, and he unamused Dream of the Endless that was now slowly sitting up in front of me.

I release a final chuckle.

My sounds go dry as his hands take my hips and he brings his face closer to me, "I do not appreciate the fact you're so easily distracted while making love to me, my dear."

I grunt when he bucks into me. My arms wrap around his shoulders as my voice hikes up with his movements. I wrap my legs around his torso as I mumble halfheartedly, "we're not making love, we're... we're fucking."

He groans at that, moving in to kiss me feverously. I whine when his fingers rub at my core. Dream pulls away, forehead resting on mine, "you mock me so readily."

"Yeah," I huff, "well you deserve-"

I choke on my next words as I plummet back into my bed where Dream takes the reins fully, rocking into at a tempo that pleased him, and, well, me.

I mindlessly call his name, legs and arms wrapping around him as he moderately fucks into me. My bed creaks at his force.

It doesn't take long for him to speed up.

I whine and screw my eyes shut.

"Is this a good pace? Am I pleasing you?" he mutters against my neck.

I open at the sound of his words. He did not speak with the same taunting tone I had. He asks me this in genuine inquiry, genuinely intent on finding out if he was, in fact, pleasing me.

I pepper his jaw with kisses then nibble on his earlobe before replying, "yes, my sweet boy," I moan, "you can move a little faster if you want to."

"I want to," he quickly responds.

I sigh, "then faster, baby."

He moans and kisses me in response. His movements rip out a deep cry from deep within me as he hastens.

"That's it," I struggle, one hand digging into his unruly hair, pulling at it, "you're doing so good for me. So good."

The king growls against me, sucking at my neck, just below my jaw.

"Fuck," I sigh, "dulcis somnium meum."

My sweet dream.

He adjusts me beneath him, hands coming to thighs, squeezing the area as he presses deeper, "you feel so good around me."

My toes curl at his words and my skin breaks out in goosebumps at his hot breath.

"Pretiosum venatorem," Dream dictates 'my precious hunter,' sucking on the base of my throat, "such beautiful sounds."

My breath quickens with his actions. I roll my head back as my fingers dig into his spine.

"Dic quomodo sentio," he breathes against me, "quaeso."

Tell me how I make you feel... please.

"Good," I whimper, "great," I whine, "et stupri magna." So fucking great.

"Beautiful," he retorts, "so beautiful like this, so beautiful beneath me."

I feel myself coil up around him. He seems to feel it too, since his one hand leaves my thigh to rub at my pulsing heat.

He muses to me in Latin. He speaks poetry to me in my native tongue, praising my lips, my breath, my warmth, and how I was taking him so well.

I return his poetry with deep grunts and age old curses that would make the Roman deities shun me in sore displeasure.

And yet Somnia kisses me, practically eating up my vile words like honey and delivers me into pure adoration, pure fucking ecstasy.

I yelp when I break beneath him. I whine and rip at him, teeth digging into his shoulder, legs constricting around him tighter. The sensation is further intensified when I feel him release into me, pace now maddeningly fast, brutal, and delicious.

"Yes, Dream!" I call, helplessly spiraling under him. "Praise to the Dream Lord," I find myself whining in Latin as I ride out my high and quiver out all the breath that's left in my lungs.

He moans, kissing my cheek, replying in the same language, "I accept you adoration." He takes a moment before dragging out my name from his lips. It makes my stomach roll even further and my body tense tighter.

The Dream Lord takes my thighs into his hands again as he rides the both of us through our peaks, brutal yet caring all at once.

I melt into a bag of boneless flesh the next moment.

When he eventually relents, I catch my breath against his jaw, rubbing my nose on his skin affectionally.

Once he is stagnant above me, he turns to me and places kiss on my lips. After a moment, he pulls away and opens his mouth to speak. He doesn't get to however, as suddenly my bed creaks and all at once, one leg snaps and I squeal as we both slide roughly down to the floor.

I cling onto him for dear life as he pushes up against me, both keeping us from falling any further and poking into the root of my womanhood. My mouth releases a lewd cry in response.

I catch my breath as he lifts his head up and surveys the damage.

"Did you," I pant, "fucking break my bed?"

Dream turns to me, lips barely parting, "I..." he starts, "my apologies."

[cookie-run-haven]

Please please I'm begging you to explore dark chocos character outside of the fact that he's "emo". That oversimplifies all of the struggle he's going through. He's not just a guy who's being all sulky and listening to nu-metal he's fucking cursed and trying to fight through the war in his mind of a cursed object that's poisoning him from the inside. His character is a brilliant exploration on the destructive nature of self hatred. Labeling a dark complex character as emo boils them down to an aesthetic and removes them from any nuance. I've seen it happen to shadow the hedgehog and it just hurts to see it happen to dark choco. And for the love of God stop it with the suicide jokes.

[starsurface]

Gaaaahh! Those regressor Nightwolf headcanons were SO GOOD!! Thank you!!! 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️ Could I bug you for one more? Little Nightwolf with CG Fujin? (Also totally get him as a playable character in Aftermath!! He’s so fun!! It’s his Tower of Time ending that has the angst! No spoilers but Emo Nightwolf is canon!!😭)

Ugh Windwolf!!! I know you didn't ask for romantic but I think I accidently implied that they're together.

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

CG Fujin w/ Regressor Nightwolf Hcs

☁️ Y'all I actually love them both and I know they'd be so supportive of each others regression 🥺

🐺 Nightwolf calls Fujin mostly Dada or Fuu Fuu

☁️ Fujin calls Nightwolf so many nicknames but Cloudy, Sweetheart, Cub, Little Wolf, and Baby Boy are the most common

🐺 Fujin finds Nightwolf's middlespace so entertaining, ngl

☁️ Like, the makeup, the outfit, the attitude-

🐺 He's not trying to be mean, it's just different!! And it's been time time since he's been with mortal like these

☁️ The one time Fujin teased Nightwolf about his look, Nightwolf generally started sobbing and Fujin felt really, really bad

🐺 Afterwards he let Nightwolf dect him out in emo/metal (which Nightwolf completely abused) and Raiden almost had a heart attack when he saw his brother

☁️ It's actually really funny seeing them because you have this sulky emo middle schooler and this guys radiating of sunshine always following and bothering him

🐺 Fujin will let Nightwolf blare his music but not too loudly, he can't have his hearing get bad now can we?

☁️ He knows EVERYTHING, and Fujin knows NOTHING, that's how the world works >:D

🐺 Que to Fujin shrugging and just going with the flow

☁️ Fujin adores toddler Nightwolf!!!

🐺 The two will go outside and run around until Nightwolf gets sleepy

☁️ Playing tag, playing hopscotch, sitting in the grass on a blanket, rolling in said grass, whatever Nightwolf wants to do!!

🐺 The only time Fujin gets weary is when they near this small lake that Nightwolf likes collecting rocks from

☁️ Like, he knows it's too shallow for anything to happen to Nightwolf, but he also isn't taking his chances

🐺 Any and all weapons get put away onto high shelfs (Nightwolf gets extremely pouty about it)

☁️ Naps in the Storm Gardens because they fell asleep playing

🐺 Or Nightwolf fell asleep on Fujin's lap and now he's stuck there

☁️ Fujin will happily answer any questions Nightwolf has (and if he doesn't know the answers, he'll make one up and Nightwolf is usually content)

🐺 Fujin handles Nightwolf's hissy fits really well, standing there patiently for him to calm down

☁️ Both really like talking about why Nightwolf was upset and it's usually an easy time

🐺 Both Fujin and Nightwolf adore cuddles and really like to snuggle on calmer days

☁️ Fujin will use his powers to make Nightwolf giggle

🐺 Together they pull little pranks on the others monks, or Raiden

☁️ (Making a paper keep flying just out of reach for a few seconds, blowing Raiden's hat off, very harmless things)

🐺 Or making keeping one of Nightwolfs toys in the air, making him gasp and awe

☁️ Fujin really likes to do arts and crafts with Nightwolf but my goodness, the mess it makes

🐺 Depending on what they made, glitters all over the floor, there's glue everywhere, scattered pieces of paper

☁️ Luckily Nightwolf likes helping cleaning up before bathtime

🐺 If Nightwolf made Fujin anything, Fujin will tear up and get a concerned headpats

☁️ (^ And Nightwolf gets a bunch of cuddles and whatever food he wants <3)

🐺 If Nightwold let's gim, Fujin will do his hair (it's so silky and soft!!!)

☁️ Nightwolf will over to do Fujin's hair but he might fall asleep laying on it because it's all nice and long and comfy

🐺 Fujin doesn't entirely mind, he'll make Raiden get him a book and lay with Nightwolf so hos hair isn't getting pulled

☁️ I can see Nightwolf being a wolf regressor and Fujin adores it (okay, he just adores him, let's be honest)

🐺 Head scratchies all day, Nightwolf loves them

☁️ Fujin will intimidate Nightwolf's howl and Nightwolf will get all huffy and puffy because he thinks he's being mean >:(

🐺 (He's not, and a quick kiss on the nose will make him better)

☁️ Nightwolf will curl up by the fireplace and Fujin will let him lay his head on his lap

🐺 If Nightwold ever regresses for any kind of negative reason, Fujin makes it his mission to fix whatever wrong

☁️ Too stressed? A bubble bath might help

🐺 Bad memories? He'll be okay, Fuu Fuu’s here now, sweetheart

☁️ Fujin is constantly fussing over Nightwolf, bad day or not

🐺 That's his baby, he's gotta make sure he feels completely loved and safe 🥺

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

I want Aftermath so badly but Steams gonna have their Spring sale soon and I gotta wait a month!! :(

[wmarximoff]

emo wanda walking around all sulky around the compound, listening to heavy metal and alt music at full blast, wearing dark tones all the time, and steve is concerned for her until nat explains to him what being emo is and he says "oh so its just a phase", so of course wanda hears and yells back at them "ITS NOT A PHASE! THIS IS WHO I AM!!"

Okay, but imagine years later, you're showing some pictures of yourself and Wanda from back in the day and you're wearing this ridiculous outfit that people wore back then and so far so good, but the boys see a picture of emo Wanda and ask you what was that and you go like:

Y/n: Oh you know, mama was having a... phase.

Then Wanda bursts in wearing an old Evanescence shirt that she currently wears as pajamas and gives you the deadliest look ever:

Wanda: It was never just a phase.

[archerinspace]

Marshall Lee and Prince Gumball

Based on these cards, I wanted to give my thoughts on them since there was not much Fionna and Cake lore around the time the book was published (2016) and I'm forever searching for more. They'll be under the cut since this will get long but some of these things never cease to amuse me.

Note: All cards will be written out in text as well so if you have a hard time reading them, you can read them in plain text.

Fionna and Cake Marshall Lee and Prince Gumball Ice Queen and Lord Monochromicorn

MARSHALL LEE Marshall is a teen vampire king with a tendency to be awesome with a capital A. This emo, gothy guy likes to chow down on the color red. Maybe because I made him up and he doesn't really exist, sometimes he can be a little sulky but deep down he seems to be a decent kid. He wears trendy gothy duds like there"s no tomorrow, has a primo electric guitar, doesn't take any baloney from anybody, and has the collective angst of being eighteen for, like, a million years in a row. Even though he's a super-independent homie, Marshall Lee still bows down and gives major props to the hippest super-chill chick who rules over the frozen tundra, the one and only Ice Queen! Not exactly a hipster, but I bet he wouldn't throw away a vintage vest, skinny jeans, Buddy Holly glasses, and a knitted cap if I stuffed 'em in his flutophone case. This kid's mellow yellow and generally a happy camper, but he's not exactly a people-pleaser by a long-shot. Hey you want some advice Marshy? If you wanna win over Fionna the Human like I think you do, then what better way than loosening her up with some Truth or Dare and then serenading her with cool rock ballads all about the Ice King's exploits?!

I don't have much to say on this one honestly though it is funny he's also aware of gothic attire. That isn't much of a surprise though considering how much he cares about Marceline.

I had to google what a flutophone is so I guess he's implying that Marshall is capable of more than one instrument which is really cool.

"mellow yellow" makes me think of something I'd hear on Sonny and Cher(my mom remembers alot of stuff from the 60s which makes most of what Simon talks about really funny sometimes) and after googling I was partially right. The phrase and song was popular in the 60s, a time Simon would have most likely heard it if he wasn't listening to Buddy Holly.

PRINCE GUMBALL The young ruler of the Candy Kingdom is the unfathomably lucky and undeserving object of the Ice Queen's affections. Despite being a mincing moron, Prince Gumball shall one day take his place as the Ice Queen's coruler(in name only) of the Ice Kingdom and as her brainless, groveling love slave. As previously mentioned, Gumball is temporarily distracted from appreciating the Ice Queen's perfectly chiseled features because he likes Fionna the Human, whos fabulous outfits, to be designed by me, probably have him fooled into thinking she's Got It Going On- when instead she fails miserably to know what IT IS and most assuredly Does Not Have It Going On Nowhere Nohow! Prince Gumball is notable for an inability to defend himself from being blasted against his own bedroom wall by the Ice Queen's awesome Slush Monster or encased in a giant icicle hanging from the ceiling. He also is known to have designed his own royal garb and to enjoy baking. I'll come up with some more good stuff later. That's just for starters!

MY FAVORITE GUY YEAH!

I should probably stop trying to make any sense of his insane ramblings but its really funny he's so mad at Gumball for both being in the way of him and Fionna and just considering him a moron when Prismo put all the fanfiction in his head. Prismo really wrote all this and the Ice King said 'wow this guy sucks hes such a moron' and proceeded to bully him in every fanfiction possible.

Gumball being a 'love slave' is majorly a projection of how he wants to marry a princess for the status of having a pretty wife but that begs the question if Ice Queen would equally be affectionate and just keep Gumball as a pretty artsy trophy husband. Its ironic he wanted Gumball to be a babygirl but then Simon gets babygirl'd in the year of 2023 by the larger fanbase.

I do feel validated in the fact I had a headcanon Gumball would knit, sew and even design his own clothing so I'll take that as a win. Reminder that he's had 'flirtations' with expressionist gummy sculpture and free-form candy-whistle jazz as mentioned on Fionna's card.

Something important(to me) to point out here is Gumball's card is drawn with him doing science related things while others have a cool pose or respective item(like Fionna and her sword) and Gumball's is the only card to not have some kind of 'cool' vibe, further proof of him bullying him. The wiki says this book has IK saying Gumball likes science but this card is the only real proof of that and no other mention of the previous facts from the card.

[intertexts]

HELLOOOO I COME BEARING GIFTS

EPISODE 11 TRIVIA:

- ashe being there surprised dakota so much it broke him somewhat out of his bad mood! in grizzlys words "if he wouldnt have met ashe right then, dakota would have been so much more angry and miserable at the beginning of this episode. he mightve just straight up left. got up and walked away."

- he didnt want to talk to william or vyncent at all, so ashe being there (however unwillingly) as a third party made things easier and almost softened the blow of vyncent yelling at him in the moment

- "why did i dream about william and vyncent being villains in the beginnign and killing summer" ".... i dunno" *cue entire party suspicious WHAT DOES THAT MEAN*

- "i dont trust your characters now" "you have ONE bad dream and our campaign turns into a game of among us"

- william: "hey ashe do you want to run away and write poetry with me?" emo/goth kid solidarity

- this is yakko's (ashes player) first time ever playing a ttrpg !!! fucking wild!! he feels like he needs more practice describing things

- FUN CHARACTER FACTS. I LOVE THESE MORE THAN ANYTHING. BIZLY ASKED EACH OF THEM WHAT KINDS OF MUSIC THEIR CHARACTERS WOULD LISTEN TO.

dakota: breakbeat, old school rap, 90s punk rock. also for shows he would watch it was "cartoons like atla, tmnt and codename kids next door"

william: "indie rock. and on a bad day, evanescence" (god hes just like me fr)

vyncent: "my character doesnt know what music is"

ashe: MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE . also apparently yakko made an ashe winters playlist on spotify and thats actually what they were playing in the episode. i have not found this yet and i desperately want to

- for the spirit world, bizly asked charlie to find him just random pieces of music that he could envision places for and thats how they came up with carnival of souls! there are a handful more places like that that youll see eventually :]

- yakko: "im glad i was able to bring wavelengths threat level down an entire tier just by calling him mark"

- charlie wants william and ashe to hang out in character more because theyre so similar and he thinks they would have a lot to bond over! i love this

- theyre all really excited that they get to go to the spirit world together and it wasnt just an excuse to split the party because they dont want to do that :] (<< i just rlly like this energy)

- grizzly is specifically playing dakota as "not being able to process emotions very well"

ALSO!!!!!!! i dojt know what site or whatever youre using to watch/listen so im hoping they have this on there BUT. the tide backstory oneshot was posted between episodes 12 and 13 so if u wanted to listen to that one now would be a good time !!! its called The Elementals :]

HIII YAYAYAYAYYY!!!! ohh fuck yes a little bowl of seeds for me :333

the dakota & ashe stuff is so goodddd u can rlly tell. it's like yeah you cant be mad and miserable and sulky in front of someone u don't know!! & ashe is just.... so unbothered... i loaf him... he truly did bring the threat level down so fast. went from terrifying supervillain in charge of the Evil Facility to an exhausted pissed off single dad in 1 minute.

+ALL THE MUSIC STUFF IS SO GOOD..... ITS SO GOOD. yelling. vyncent is going 2 end up having the weirdest music taste from hanging out with them. augh... awesome trivia thabk. the energy they have is so fun always....

[janujaja]

Sound had literally 5 seconds of being the emo sulky baby gurl after which he literally scored with his love life whereas tinngun,,,,

[joslincox]

Osmosis "Ozzy" Corbin Jones

Voiced by: Tyler James Williams

Shameik Moore (TV series)

Chris Rock (adult)

Species: White blood cell

Human (briefly)

Aliases: Jones, Emo Boy, The Teenage Germinatior, Cop Wannabe, Teen Spy, Sex-Crazed Ace Detective

Age: 16 (movie)

17 (Season 1)

17-18 (Season 2)

19 (Season 3)

20 (Season 4)

21 (Season 5)

22 (Season 6)

23 (Season 7)

24 (Season 8)

Occupation: Spy (double life)

High School Student (movie and seasons 1-2)

College Student (Osmosis Jones vs. The Future-Season 7)

Police Officer (future)

Elementary School Teacher (breifly)

Waiter for McFrank's (formerly)

School Bus Driver (briefly)

Personality: Rebellious, grumpy, moody, fierce, sexy, maddened, foul-mouthed, unruly, angsty, bad boy, cynical, rude, deadpan, sulky, temperamental, independent, liberal, sarcastic, tough, sullen, stubborn, sardonic, spoiled, fearless, hot-tempered, cool, violent, arrogant, reckless, sadistic, feisty, fiery, sassy, girl-crazy, sensitive, emotional, zealous, no-nonsense, goth, quick-to-anger, edgy, street-smart, flirty, aggressive

Appearance: blue skin, purple hair covering one of his eyes, black eyes

(In the movie and Home With Hector; as a civilian): black choker with a skull on it, black studded leather jacket over green shirt that exposes his midriff, blue jeans and hi-tops

(As a spy): black two-piece bodysuit that exposes his midriff with sliver utility belt

(In the series; as a civilian): changes his outfit in every episode

(As a human): caramel olive skin, purple hair covering one of his eyes, purple eyes

Likes: Skateboarding, watching horror movies, breaking rules, Linkin Park, writing angsty poetry, girls, fashion, playing video games, pizza, hanging out at the mall, My Chemical Romance, Leah, listening to grunge music, the color black, stage-diving, rock concerts, Fall Out Boy, playing the electric guitar, wild parties, flirting with girls, looking sexy, Ellen (formerly), reckless driving, cyber goth fashion, spending time on social media, Green Day, shopping at Hot Topic, challenging authority, dancing, Ginuwine (briefly), fighting, reading magazines

Dislikes: Germs, viruses, girly stuff (formerly), Dander, math tests, being punished, boy bands, childish stuff, rules, the color pink, being embarrassed, being watched by his neighbor, watching romance movies

Quote: "Whatever, dude. You think yo' gon' to get rid of me? Ha! Well, you thought wrong, man!

[altocat]

tenderly brushes gen's hair from his face dear sweet boy let me see those pretty eyes (stop being emo gen wtf)

He's being extra sad and sulky knowing full well if he bats his eyes and looks particularly pathetic he can get as much fussing and attention as he pleases.

Believe me, he knows exactly what he's doing. The little shit.

[tscritical]

nah bc people were theorising on the plushy ad. "Patton was so off, it had to be janus!!!!!" WH Y?? w hy would you think it was janus? Why do you think janus would put in the effort for an ad like that when he's been put in videos as himself way more. also literally all the characters were off. I dunno what's going on with virgil but THAT's not my boy- He wasn't so much of an emo man child with "hate-myself" humour as he was a sulky guy that holds grudges. and. is emo.

(only thing wrong with the man-child vibes for me is that there wasn't a gradual change to that point--)

im gonna have to trust you cos i refuse to watch that video again to verify KAJSJD

and it’s like. annoying how sometimes a side will act a little off and people go “ITS JANUS”

like. no. it’s not janus. it’s bad/inconsistent writing 😌

i mean sometimes fictional characters can say/do things that seem out of character and it’s not bad writing, but rather it’s because sometimes characters are complicated and behave in complicated ways, and some characters (many characters, really) are contradictory to themselves depending on the situation. like you may expect a certain character to react in a situation one way, but they react another. that’s not necessarily bad writing, it’s just the character is more complicated than they seem on a surface level

however… i sincerely doubt the sanders sides writers are thinking about any of that when they write these characters. so. *shrugs*

maybe the reason they seem out of character is because there’s so many years between scripts being written and the writers can’t remember how these characters normally behave /J JSDJDJFJF

[faerune]

lil info dump about the robbmira brood :3c

eddard - their firstborn. called ed by his close friends and family. mentored by sansa to be her heir when she passes. they have a really great relationship and he really respects her. spends his whole childhood learning to listen to the women around him imho. he’s incredibly intelligent and loyal, possessing the good traits of both is parents - politically savvy and a dutiful, noble heart. he’s more serious like his mother. it’s not surprised that he’s known as “good king ed” during his reign. he finishes a lot of his mother’s projects in rebuilding the north and nurturing art, culture, tourneys, etc. in true northern fashion. he’s also very devout in his belief in the old gods.

rickon - their secondborn! he’s more timid about ruling despite being first in line to inherit mira’s seat of hawkharbor when she passes. he isn’t very booksmart but he’s very loyal, gentle-hearted and kind. a huge mommy’s boy and also loves his sisters a lot. as such, his younger sister lyla he sees as better to inherit hawkharbor over him which mira respects greatly and robb comes to understand when rickon joins sansa’s queensguard. he really wants to protect his family. he serves in his brother’s kingsguard as well. im thinking he has a little smth smth with someone he’s Not Supposed To because i love forbidden love

lyla - the picture of her mother in looks and personality but inherited robb’s warmness. she idolizes mira and mimics her when she’s young :’). she’s very much a Mom. a rule follower and does Not Have Time for her younger (or older) siblings shenanigans. even more serious than ed. she feels she has a lot to live up to. very intelligent and is a good ruler when rickon abdicates the hawkharbor seat. she’s got the sharp mind and temperament to continue slate’s good name. 

ayara - named for arya, she bears a remarked resemblance to said aunt much to arya’s excitement. she loves horses and is often off riding when she should be studying much to her mother’s exasperation. she’s quite good with a bow and can rival ed in sword fighting. i’m not quite sure what she ends up doing in her adult life but she’s quite the troublemaker and very wry and sarcastic. lives for making lyla and ed’s jobs harder.

catelyn - one of the few robbmira babies who get the tully red hair! soft-hearted and such a daddy’s girl. the apple of robb’s eye. she loves to garden and read. also very devout like her big brother ed. a bit shy but if you get a few drinks in her at feasts she loves to dance. really, really wants to be a Lady and a mother to which mira is like ok that’s not ALL you can be and she’s like but that’s what i want. and mira is like ok ok ok. so robb and mira really work to find her a good, kind husband im thinking in a similar fashion to the maiden ball for aegon iii. 

bryden - EMO KID. he’s the baby but hates being doted on. wants to be Independent and is sulky a lot of the time. spends quite a lot of time with his nose in the books and next to lyla is probably one of the smartest of the six kids. i honestly can see him either becoming a member of eddard’s small council or joining the night’s watch. he’s basically if aemond and jon snow had a baby

[kyrodo]

So tomorrow/today we'll be turning in our ballots. I admit I do lag behind when it comes to these things, especially for local stuff, or the "unimportant elections". Also because it is CA it kinda feels like a drop in the bucket more than anything. Nothing's gonna be coming down to the wire here, just the local stuff. I'm not gonna say it's not important or even that everyone should follow my example. But I do tend to focus more on my day to day activities more than anything else. Anything that doesn't get eaten up by choskey at least.

I have a few things I gotta do for Mana. I have impressions to uphold with the unity job. I have my own gaming I want to do between hardspace shipbreakers and cyberpunk. Both of which I find very enjoyable for different reasons. Shipbreakers is pretty repetitive, even the smallest ship can be a lot of work, but the perfection of technique is part of what draws me to it, as well as the promise of better equipment later down the road, and the curiosity of what happens in the late game. The debt goes down faster than I was expecting.

Cyberpunk I'm doing the dlc which is funnily relevant, as with just about any old random thing I decide to do unwittingly that happens to be on the nose before I even realize it. I don't know why it happens so often but that little bit of feng shui is part of what keeps life interesting for me, even if the feng shui itself is just things I like to observe out of what happens around me. Being hacked made me notice it more, because then I could actually point it out and be like "ooh look at that thing I would've only observed by myself if you hadn't been here". And perhaps that is one of the few things that allowed me to tolerate it. It hits different than when I used to see these things by myself and tell myself most people would just ignore it and move on.

I had a running gag between me and my sister when it comes to luck, things like "2% is basically 100%" and other funny observations from when we played games together. Like "luck is a skill". I remember the lucky moments I had playing mtg as well back when my furry pack was active and enjoyable to be a part of. I have my crush on paige and all the things I remember from watching inuyasha that sometimes pushed me towards fantasy over reality, especially remembering the beautiful music that came with it or similarish songs from elsewhere. Back when I felt being more like her favorite character would make me more likeable. The voice of reason is there to tell me to behave and get back to reality, but occasionally I don't feel like it. Occasionally I'd rather be immersed in it. And all those things combined to make me.

I am smart. I am lazy. I am down to earth to a point, until it comes to more serious things or responsibilities. At least away from the keyboard my emotions tend to be fairly stable. I like my balance of cute things and emo things. I like high energy anime over boring and repetitive ones. I like watching things that are action or story packed over comedy reels and streams on youtube. I prefer to play rather than watch. I'm too impatient to read. I have too much energy to sit still for that long without doing something. And I kinda run away from getting old by acting like a cat or wolf with Red, Choskey, or vrchat. I am naturally cute socially. That's where I prefer to be personality wise. Either cute or sensible. And I constantly worry and think about how people feel about how I interact with them that I look out for social cues. I get a little sulky when someone's mad at me and I don't feel like they thought it through. I live a sheltered life because of my circumstances and because of my over reliance on Red for things like driving that I always feel like a fun and happy life is just beyond my reach. That is who I am.

Red fell in love with me because he saw potential in me. In my skills as a programmer, in my ability to "soak" up information. He nurtured my skills in the beginning when we were in college before things kinda flipped when he couldn't graduate. I also used to be the only thing that keeps him calm, the only thing that could relax him. I have my shortcomings here and there including not doing much in the way of house chores and responsibilities beyond token efforts like doing the dishes and occasionally trash. I am more likely to keep quiet when I have issue with something rather than vocalize it, at least unless it's social media. I have a few other blemishes for the concerned if they don't really know my scope. But I am overall a very well rounded person, moreso than anyone I've ever met it seems. Everyone seems to have an issue here and there, short tempers, excessive impatience, poor recognition of social cues, etc. I for the most part don't and my decision making tends to be on point at least these days. I have much more confidence in myself than before.