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stinkysam · 6 months ago

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Choi Subong “Thanos” - No winner.

Warning : drug and blood mention, talking about dying, stress

Genre : fluff / angst

Synopsis : You get anxious after the mingle game and Thanos tries to comfort you in his own way.

Reader : male (you/yours)

A/N : bold is in English. // I said (to y’all in my head) I wouldn’t write for squid game or Thanos but this fic came to me as I tried to sleep. Not as great as how I imagined it but it’s because I had to wait a day to write it. Don’t expect more fics for this fandom, this was an exception.

You knew Subong since you were kids, before you even got to school and even before his interest in rap. But despite this, you always had an on and off friendship over the years. Constantly arguing and separating only to come back to one another after some time.

His extravagant personality could often clash with your introverted one, and things got even more unstable between you two when he started his rap career and it got only worse with drugs.

He never asked you for money though, even after he lost everything, knowing you too had money troubles.

You didn’t expect to see him here, you knew he had lost all his money because of that YouTuber, but you didn’t think that man would’ve gone after your friend. You felt a bit relieved to see someone you knew, though the last time you saw him, you two had a fight. It was your fault. You said, a bit too tactless, that ‘it was stupid in the first place to listen to some random guy on the internet and trust him with all your money.’

He had only appeared for a few seconds on the giant screen, putting his vape in his mouth, before it showed someone else. You looked around you, trying to make yourself a path to find him amongst the hundreds of people in the room. You spotted his purple hair and called him, as he turned around and saw you, his eyes widened.

“My man !” He exclaimed, raising his hands in the air, walking toward you. “What are you doing here ?!” He asked, grabbing you by the shoulders, shaking you and then hugging you.

You weren’t really surprised, you’d often argue and leave mad only to see each other the next day and act as if nothing happened.

Since then, two days had passed, and by the third you were at your limit. The mingle game was over, Namgyu and some other player walked out of their room while you and Thanos walked out of yours.

“Welcome back, my friends.” Thanos said loudly, and Namgyu followed with a “Skrrt.” as he joined you two.

You sighed as you looked at all the blood splattered on the floor, you noticed a few players slipping on the puddles, making you sick to the stomach.

You all walked back to the lobby as they announced the imminence of the next vote.

While you waited, Thanos was sitting next to you, talking animatedly with Namgyu who acted just as energetic as him, you could tell the pills they had both taken were still doing their magic and the more you heard them talk about what the next games could be, the more you zoned out, spiraling.

There were three games left, and so many people were alive. Sure, a lot of them would die, but it won't be enough, right ? They surely won’t let a large group of people out of this place, so the games will probably be deadlier, and you know you won’t survive three more games.

You were the only one on the side of the room who had voted X, it was on your chest since the first vote. You looked at Minsu who eyed player 380, you knew he wanted to vote X like you, but he seemed too scared of Namgyu and Thanos to do so. Minsu seemed to look up to her, maybe he she voted X he would too ? But how could you make her vote X ?

So many people have voted O and all of them were dead set to keep on voting the same thing.

You felt even more trapped than you already were. Your heartbeat was increasing as you frantically tried to find a way out of here, to win, to escape somehow, looking around at whoever. Would he vote X ? And her ? And them ? No, maybe him ?

Namgyu saw you looking everywhere and gestured to Thanos who placed a hand on the back of your neck, stopping your thoughts.

“What’s going on my brother ?” He asked loudly, voice devoid of any stress or worry.

All eyes slowly turned to you. You looked at Thanos, the blue O on his chest. He never got mad at you for voting X, knowing you wouldn’t change your mind, you were as stubborn as him.

‘We’re all gonna die’. You wanted to say, but nothing came out. Instead your breathing got louder as everyone’s focus remained on you. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. You’re never gonna get out of here alive.

“Bro ?” Thanos called, his other hand going to your cheeks, squeezing them in hope for a reaction. “You there ?” He leaned closer, his eyes scanning yours but instead of giving him a reaction you just stood up and left, walking and climbing to your bed before hiding under the thin blanket.

Thanos looked at the others, they were as surprised as him but said nothing, they had already caught on what was going on.

“The fuck ?”

After a few minutes you heard someone approaching, climbing on your bed and laying next to you. You already knew who it was ; Thanos.

“What’s wrong, man ?” He asked, shaking you slightly. “Sleeping your anxiety away ? You’re still doing that ?” He laughed, remembering the time you admitted why you took so many naps.

You don’t respond.

“Come on, what’s going on ?" He nudged you again and with the lack of response he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer just to annoy you, he knew you wanted space, but he wasn’t going to give it to you.

“What’s bothering you ?” He held you tightly as you shifted, trying to pull away.

Finally, you gave up and poked your head out from the sheet, looking at him with a glare.

“Subong, we’re gonna die.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“Woah, full government name.” He chuckled.

“It’s not, and I’m serious. It’s logical, so many people are still here, 001 kicked your ass in a second and he’s still alive with his group, with two marines, we can’t all survive, why would they allow that, only a handful if not just one is gonna survive and it’s not gonna be-”

“I’ll protect you. Don’t worry.” He said with a smile, confident in himself as he patted your head.

“You really think you can win.”

“It’s the rules, if we survive, we’re free. And debt free.”

“What if the rules say we have to make teams of two ?”

“I’ll help you win. I went with you in the mingle game, remember ?”

“But then we have to play against one another and the loser of the two dies.”

He stared at you before smiling and replying.

“Well, I guess you die.” He wiggled his eyebrows and booped your nose with his finger.

You rolled your eyes, unamused and turned away.

“I told you, I’ll protect you.” He added, snuggling closer to you. “We’ll survive, you’ll see.” He closed his eyes, relaxing with a smile.

“Can you let go of me ?”

“No.”

You rolled your eyes, moving your foot to kick him, only for him to kick you back.

“Shhh, accept the affection of the great legend Thanos.”

“Yucks.” You replied with a chuckle.

#male reader #m!reader #squid game #squid game 2 #squid game x male reader #squid game x m!reader #choi subong #choi subong x male reader #choi subong x m!reader #Thanos squid game #choi su bong #choi su bong x male reader #choi su bong x m!reader

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almostempty · 2 months ago

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psa clint isn’t joel miller and if you’re flattening him into a joel archetype we need to talk about race again

i’m aware they both wear plaid, have a daughter, battle with grief, and are hot covered in blood and enacting violence

this isn’t a callout i just don’t remember where i saw these specific posts about the red handkerchief and clint as a ‘blue collar’ man. but i know i’ve seen plenty of clint = joel posts floating around.

AND i wasn’t going to say anything bc i thought i was just being gatekeepy bc i didn’t wanna see clint get the dbf treatment which would be my personal problem and i can happily write about him on my own blog how i want etc etc and i know i don’t have to read anyone else’s takes BUT then i thought about it and once again…it’s always about race…

edit: i apologize for using such a specific example without reaching out to the person that made the post—i could have taken the time to find it before using it as a launching point, that's on me. the handkerchief post wasn’t part of a huge fic or broader take on clint’s character (sorry for the jumpscare).

it did, however, stick out to me as a strong illustration of how important cultural context is. the issue is systemic not interpersonal. the rest of my examples weren't based on any one post—the blue-collar, marlboro man, works-with-his-hands, joel-coded/lana del rey-coded/ethel cain-coded vibes have been everywhere: fics, tags, comments, posts, tiktok edits. i know there’s nuance in fandom culture—tropes, memes like “close enough, welcome back joel/javi,” “____ coded” jokes, music, etc. and if we can understand that level of context for internet culture, we can understand the importance of racial context too, right?

i stand by the rest of what i said and will continue to argue that cultural context matters if you consider yourself an anti-racist reader or writer.* re: the post i saw somewhere about someone having a head canon about clint having a red handkerchief as a snot rag - sorry i forgot where i saw it and this isn’t an attack on whoever wrote that, but an fyi to anyone thinking about him the same way… if you’re writing a latino man in 1987 oakland—especially someone working street-level jobs or tied to criminal economies—and you think a red bandana is just a ‘snot rag,’ you’re missing major context

fyi, in 1987, color politics were not optional if you were a man of color in california. even though bloods (red) and crips (blue) originated in LA, their color codes and the larger gang culture around them were already known across the state. in northern california specifically, norteños (tied to the nuestra familia prison gang) wore red. their rivals, sureños (tied to the mexican mafia), wore blue.

who cares? even though oakland wasn’t dominated by bloods and crips the way LA was (in part due to the black panthers), it had its own street crews, plus a heavy norteño/sureño influence by the mid-80s. even outside organized gangs, the association between red and gang affiliation was strong enough that wearing a red bandana could get you profiled, targeted, or attacked—by cops, by other crews, or by random people trying to read your allegiance.

if you were a latino man in oakland in the 80s—like clint—you wouldn’t carry a red bandana by accident. it would be flagging. even if you weren’t affiliated. as a street smart guy, survival would mean being hyper-aware of how you present yourself, especially in neighborhoods policed by gang dynamics and racial profiling. cops would use color displays like a bandana as probable cause for harassment searches or worse during the height of the ‘war on drugs’ and the crack epidemic.

characters like clint—latino, working-class, street-adjacent—would have understood the consequences of being read wrong. this doesn’t mean no one ever had cloths, handkerchiefs, or functional rags. it means the color and the way you carried it mattered: what pocket, what visibility, how deliberate it looked.

throwing a red bandana in your pocket wasn’t neutral. it wasn’t folksy. it wasn’t just blue-collar roughness. it was a risk, and survival was about reading the street, not walking through it like color codes didn’t apply to you.

clint wouldn’t casually rock a red bandana like a cowboy. latino men have never had the privilege of being casual about how they're read in public, especially not in a city like oakland, especially not in the 1980s.

re: clint as a ‘blue collar’ character there’s a difference between being blue collar and being trapped in criminalized labor. wearing a plaid shirt and working with your hands doesn’t automatically make someone a blue collar worker in the traditional sense.

blue collar historically refers to wage labor—construction, manufacturing, trade work—where the worker is paid (poorly) but still operating within the boundaries of legal employment. union jobs. often unionized labor, tied to systems that, at least in theory, protected workers through collective bargaining, benefits, and job security. those protections were never equally available, especially to workers of color, but they existed as part of the larger working-class structure.

clint’s labor isn’t protected, it isn’t recognized—it’s criminalized. he’s disposable labor; surviving in a system that sees him as expendable from the start. calling him blue collar erases the fact that he’s not inside the working class safety net. he’s on the outside, paying off debt with violence he didn’t choose.

it carries a specific context of class exploitation, yes, but it’s still different from the kind of criminal coercion characters like clint are caught in.

clint is not a proud working man making an honest living. his entire arc in freaky tales is about being forced into violent labor to pay off inherited debt he had no choice in. he is not rough and gritty because he chose a rugged life.

he is rough because he was born into a system designed to keep him indebted, desperate, and expendable. he’s not working a blue collar job—he’s surviving in a criminal economy that feeds off people like him, using violence he doesn’t even want to enact just to stay afloat.

flattening clint into a vague ‘marlboro man’ archetype (joel coded)—rough clothes, kind heart, good intentions—it strips away everything sharp and painful about his actual story. it whitewashes the complexity of being a latino man criminalized by birth and survival, not by choice. it reframes his struggle as a generic americana fantasy about working-class virtue, when what’s actually at stake is how structural violence forces people into roles they never asked for.

especially when it’s a latino character, this flattening isn’t neutral. it erases the realities of racialized labor, racialized criminalization, and survival. clint’s tragedy isn’t that he’s a gruff tough guy with a soft interior. his tragedy is that he was forced to become violent in order to pay off a life he was never allowed to own, and he carries that weight without any guarantee of getting free.

clint and joel might overlap in aesthetics, being single girl dads, and physical strength. reducing clint to a copy of joel misses everything that actually defines who he is..

joel miller is a texas man—shaped by frontier mythology, southern survivalism, deep mistrust, and violent individualism. he is, by his own admission, a man whose grief and guilt hollowed him out so badly that even his brother was scared of him. he’s not just traumatized; he’s actively dangerous, closed off, and isolated. his story is about losing his humanity and clawing parts of it back, maybe too late.

clint is not that. clint is an oakland guy, east bay, west coast, working-class and criminalized, not because he chose violence but because he was born into debt he could never pay off. he’s an underdog, not an antihero.

he’s soft with his woman, he lights up under her attention. he’s goofy in the video store with the clerk. he’s not some hardened loner who scares everyone around him. he’s just a man trying to survive a system that was designed to use him up.

flattening clint into joel is misreading two characters with different emotional cores and fetishizing the aesthetics of pain and ruggedness while ignoring race, class, place, and survival context.

clint isn't a texas cowboy; he’s a west coast underdog who knows every step he takes could get him crushed, and he still tries to protect the people he loves without letting it rot him from the inside out.

the tragedy of joel is that the world took everything from him and he let it turn him into something colder, crueler vs. the tragedy of clint is that the world gave him no choice- he says he was born into breaking bones to pay off his father’s debt, and he still tries to hold onto his softness anyway.

if you can’t tell the difference it's just a projection, a fetishized joel trope cast onto another character…

#clint flood #freaky tales #joel miller #ppcu fandom #tag: anti-racism

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goth-vampires-blog · 7 months ago

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Kitsune Hybrid.

SYNOPSIS: In which (y/n) (l/n) a rare fox that thought would be a myth became famous in the fox's community, since she was a child and one of the popular student in Cherryton Academy for her looks and nina tails.

Fandom: Beastars

CHAPTER ZERO: Kitsune.

Author Notes: Yn is four years younger than Melon. This story does have a harem (both girl and boy).

3RD POV:

Dim lights lit up a child bedroom that was fulled up with toys as a child was peaceful sleeping though the night having no problems noise, as a white female fox approach the bed reaching down to the bed and pulling up the rug that slip off the sleeping child.

"My previous gem... if only you were born as a full fox, then you wouldn't be hatred by the kids." Luna, the fox name, gently pet her daughter head that was puff up by her little fox's ears.

(F/N) was a little different from the children in her neighbourhood, she was a mix species just like that gazelle hybrid next door to them. Though she a special one in the fox's community.

A Kitsune is what she called, a fox with more then one tail, a trickster with supernatural powers.

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Outside the apartment was a young gazelle hybrid name melon, he was mix with a leopard which explains the spots on his face. He was eight years old and was doing groceries shopping for his mum.

Once he was at the stairs, a sound of a door squeaking brought his attention, a girl that would make you think that she was a human if it wasn't for the fox ears on top of her head and the nina tails behind her.

"Bye bye mama!" She yelled at the top of her lungs, slemming the door shut, making the gazelle hybrid flinch. Turning her head, the fox girl stared into the gazelle eyed, tilting her head to side her fox ears, going down a little as well, looking at him with curious.

The gazelle eyed the fox before making his way downstairs. Hearing footsteps behind him, glancing, he saw the fox jump down each step as she carefully balanced herself when she landed on it. "Hey! Are you a hybrid, too?" The fox question trying to keep up to the gazelle who just let out a tired sigh.

"..."

"Becase if you are, do you wanna hang out?... I haven't seen a hybrid like me, befoe." The girl exclaimed, getting close up to his face only to get pushed back by the face. "Why are you so annoying?" The gazelle asked, watching as the girl grinned, showing her sharp teeth at him as she grabbed his hand that was holding onto her face, she than held it before jumping up and down shaking his hand each jump.

"Becase you have a smell like you are going through something." She said with a frown, one of her teeth pointing out of her mouth. As the gazelle stared at her in surprise, mouth opened as he just looked at her in shock.

The two stay quiet as the fox girl removed her hold on the gazelle, looking off to the side as if something else got her attention. "... What kind of hybrid are you? And the name is Melon." The gazelle or known as Melon question staring at the fox curiosity.

"Oh me? I am half human and fox! I am kinda a rare case because of my fox bloodline, and my dad said that I am what you call a Kitsune it apart of a folklore of my dad side of the family!" The foxes explained honestly, trying to find any more information about herself. "Oh! The name is (f/n), and I am an only child." She said hands on her hips, smiling softly at Melon, who held back a smile.

Melon continues to walk to the shops with (f/n) following alongside him. Her curious eyes looked everywhere around them, shining brightly as molen continued to walk, glancing back just to see if the Kitsune is not far behind.

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After a while (f/n), help Melon carry the bags up the stairs to the apartments once they make their way up to the fifth floor. They stopped when two polices man was trying to calm down a crying fox woman.

"Oh... mama?" (F/n) spoke out loudly as the fox woman, along with the police man looked behind them just to see the little hybrid looking at them with a big smile on her face.

As for Melon, he stared at the fox child with disbelief. 'Don't tell me.. you left your home without your mother knowing.' Melon thought, watching as Luna ran and hugged her daughter, who was still holding onto the bags.

The policemans, a tiger, and a horse walked in front of the pair asking (f/n), who is the boy she is standing next. "Oh! Mel? His my best friend! I want to help him with his groceries." (F/n) explained with excitement as she hugged her mother before side hugging Melon.

After getting the results from the four year old, they left not before giving a warning to Luna and (f/n).

"You little lady, why did you leave the house? You're supposed to have a nap time." Luna explained, pinching (f/n) as she let out a whine as Melon stared at the two foxes that looked like a normal family until his.

Melon cleared his throat, getting the two attention he then pointed at the bags in (f/n) arms, and she let out a surprise "ah" as she gave it to him. The two foxes watched Melon walking to his apartment, unlocking it and walking in.

"Oh.. that's right, is he your friend?... huh dear?"

'I hope he likes the gift..."

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With Melon

Melon walked in, seeing his mother already in front of him wearing an apron before reaching her head out and touching his horn in an inappropriately manner, Melon shivered in fear, seeing that look on her face.

When Melon mum stops touching his horn, she leaves to put the groceries away, lifting up one of the bags something hard, falling out, drawing Melon attention.

Picking the wooden that had a note stuck onto it, Melon rash a brow in confusion, clearly remembering that he didn't buy it. 'Did she?' Thought Melon as he opened the note reading to.

「 Hello, Mel!

I hope you love the gift it a fox charm that I can make, really cool, right?! Anyway, the only reason I am writing this is because I am moving soon. My mum and dad got a premonition at work, and they want to get a better apartment but that charm I give you is a token of our friendship if something happens and you don't feel like telling anyone just hug the charm and a spirit lookalike of me and will hug you.

You can even talk to it since it's connected to me, and I will find a way to answer.

Pts: Those police men were really scary.」

Melon felt something coming out of his eyes and landing on the paper, he open the wooden box and saw a very well crave out fox with blueberries around it.

He stared at the wooden fox, bringing it close to him and hugging it. And just like what she said in the note, Melon felt a warm presence hugging him in front.

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With (f/n)

Just like she thought, he was hugging the wooden fox.

Now, her new journey to a new house starts next week.

"Dear, it's dinner time!"

"Huh? Coming Mama!"

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Finish chapter 0

The new chapter is coming out next week.

Readers can comment on who you want as love interest. Sorry if Melon doesn't act like in the anime. This is Kid Melon.

#beastars x reader #Melon #reader insert #kitsune #anime #fox #hybrid

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kyri45 · 9 months ago

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✨ShadowPeach Bio Parents Bio AU Q&A! 16/10✨

Welcome to the Q&A! A space where I can answer related or similar question about the Shadowpeach Bio Parents AU! If you submitted your ask anonimously, then you’ll have to check the whole post if it’s answered here, if it’s not, worry not! Your asks might have been used for a future comic or just in the queue~

Anonimo ha chiesto: i absolutely adore your shadowpeach bio-parents au comics they flow really nicely from post to post, and i looove the balance between angst & fluff i feel as if with shadowpeach, its always either angst or fluff- no inbetween, but somehow you've found a really nice mixture of both thanks for singlehandedly keeping me in the LMK fandom haha

Thank you! Fluff and angst keep going around each other like a microwave ahah

Anonimo ha chiesto: So like with mks monkey form does he have to deal with shedding during summer I think it would be funny if macaque and Mk got fluffier during winter. Wukong wouldn't complain about a fluffy macaque though probably like sleeping with the best plushy.

Oh man I think they do indeed haha. Pigsy would scold MK bc he keeps finding fur hair everywhere in the house

Anonimo ha chiesto: You seem like someone who knows a lot about the LMK fandom, so I must ask where does the idea of Princess Iron Fan and Macaque being sworn siblings come from? Like, is it from JTTW, and im just not aware of it, I'm still trying to learn as much as I can, and I need to actually read the book. The fact that people assume I know a lot about the fandom is so hilarious (not in a mocking way, I'm just very surprised) bc like- I watched the whole show in 1 day, speedwatched Overly sarcastic production recap of JTTW and read half of the book in a week. All of this in July. That's everything that I know from the fandom.

I think it's an headcanon. in JTTW Wukong, Macaque and DBK are all part of the brotherhood so.

Anonimo ha chiesto: First off I LOVE your comic but I have the animal autism and wanted to share some Monkey facts: monkeys don't sweat like humans do they mostly sweat on the palms and feet, areas they have no fur. For overheating monkeys mainly seek shade staying under trees , increase respiration (panting), seeking water sources. Also some species might shed for a thinner coat during summer. Sweating is an exclusively human thing and why humans have been so successful humans are persistent hunters. We would often follow herds for miles waiting for them to tire and overheat while sweating keeps us perfectly cool. Humans are also the only animal to blush. Lol Again no hate love the comic I love me some Flustered blushing gay monkeys. I just have the animal autism and wanted to info dump.

Thank you for the animal fact dump! Those were actually super interesting facts!

@draxeanlxia ha chiesto: Hey question that I have no idea if you already answered but how old is MK in your BIO Parents AU? I know people (usually) believe him to at least 18 due to China’s minimum driving age but others believe him to in his early 20s. Also Mac in your AU said was ‘grown ass man’ during the baby arc. So in your AU, how old is MK?

So. in the AU he's 21 y/o. Meaning that when he arrived to Pigsy door they saw him and went "yeah, he looks around 2/3" and from then they counted on. Buut there's also the thing that he looks a little younger than that age. I wont say anything else.

Anonimo ha chiesto: Who your Favorite Lmk character??

mmmmmmm... MK bc he's monkey now. Before season 4 probably Macaque or Wukong. But I have a "thing" for characters discovering they are actually a different species and slowly gaining new/different body features bc of that, so when I saw him flickering at the end of s4 I flew to a different universe. Literally the whole reason this AU exist is because I would die for this trope

Anonimo ha chiesto: What inspired your Human Wukong & Mac designs? Mostly because my brain looks at Macaque and thinks “Cranky middle aged pirate” meanwhile Wukong’s is “That chill gay uncle” (this is based off of purely looks by the way)

Macaque is drama queen so of course he would wear a trenchvoat during fall. plus he's old inside and outside bc of all Wukong bullshit. Wukong is your friendly neighbour who lives in a sketchy house and survives on peach sodas and chips (oh wait that's just canon Wukong.)

ainnur ha chiesto: You know I like how Wukong in your comic just compare something hot with Laozi's furnace. Like with spicy food and time he help MK created the weapon. Mk: You know Wukong you mention Laozi's furnace a lot. Must really tough 49 days for you... Wukong:Yeah worst 49 years *eating peach* Mk: Can tell- wait- years..? Wukong: Yeah a day at heaven is like one year here or so..Do the math, bud *continue to eat the peach* Mk:.... what..? Wukong just casually and accidently recall his trauma because he thought it never effect him like his other trauma. Also the brotherhood have 49 years to help him but they didn't do anything. "Yeah because normally you would rush into my rescue"

Thank you for giving me this traumatic info I didn't know about. Now I will never look at Wukong the same (why did my boy have to suffer so much)

Anonimo ha chiesto: Macaque: I think I'm in love with Wukong . . . Any thoughts. Chiyou: and prayers you're going to need them.

me too bitch, the fuck

@mirror-queen226 ha chiesto: I agree about the last ask you posted (about Wukong surely wearing a dress on a date), and I just couldn't help but say my own headcanon too (with a little bit of knowledge about the ancient times that Wukong was just a child on the jttw and lmk): I dunno if you agree but okay. Honestly, both Wukong and Mac/Mihou (like i usually call him) does not care about clothes, if they feel comfortable with them, be it for woman or man, they'll wear it, especially Wukong though, I feel like he'd act like a famous diva in a on a runway showcasing new high-class clothes from Victoria Secret, Channel, or something, whilst Mac is much more discreet but not too far from that too. And considering Wukong was wearing WOMAN clothes when he was in the brotherhood in the season 4 lmk flashback, it just made me believe in that headcanon even more :) Also, I am really loving your au, it's just so perfect the way you develop every character slow and patiently, keeping their personalities untouched, not changing but instead expanding and showing them a bit more, how they are really trying to improve (Wukong and Mihou in this case) and how satisfying it is to see. I always rush to see the new updates you post about the Biodads au every time i see too, and honestly, one of the 5 best au's ever, you draw so good too, it's adorable! That's all I wanted to say, have a nice day, drink water and take care of your health! 🥰🥰🥰

Yeah true! Like they are shapeshifter, they wouldn't care what species they are, even less the perceived gender norms

Anonimo ha chiesto: Little question, while the monkeys where at Chiyou's forge, shadowpeach where still sleeping together or not?

They were all sleeping in sleeping bags on the floor (but they all were close to each other.

Anonimo ha chiesto: Generally curious what you think would have happened if MK had not been woken up and the stone wasn't broken what do you think would have happen. would he had grown up on FFM?

Aww he probably would have been raised by Wukong. I don't know if that's a good or bad thing.

@wolfsonic ha chiesto: I have question! Does Rumble and Sabage have sentience in your stories? Like, do they have their own personalities like MK clones do? If yes, what do they think of WuKong and MK? Also, will we see more of them? Cause I'd love Mk to meet them when he wasn't stuck as a cub and not remember.

Yeah I think they have a littel bit of personalities. They like both MK and Wukong, but would also do prank on him.

Anonimo ha chiesto: I think I won't say I'm in love from Hercules fits macaque very well

The little monkeys are the muse doing backup choir

Anonimo ha chiesto: Can we see what a courtnapping room typically looks like?

Courtnapping rooms are made specifically for the courted one, so they are all different. Basically, the room should include everything the courted person would need to live comfortable and also a collection of things they like / to pass the time /love.

It must show that the person courtnapping them is able to provide, care and protect for them. And also knows what makes them happy.

So it can be a huge castle full of jewerly and elegant clothes/ornaments or just a cozy room with some chips and video games.

Anonimo ha chiesto: Is LBD going to be a topic in your au again ?

maybe

@wolfasketch ha chiesto: We need MK interacting with his new found Auntie and Uncle please(we also new to see Red being flustered by MK while his parents are around and PIF being like "Ooohhhh")

We are VERY luky Red Son and MK didn't grew up together or we would have thier parents playing love-matching with them while they are toodlers

Anonimo ha chiesto: could we possibly get a traffic light trio and shadopeach grooming train at some point, i would love to see some bonding time between them all <3 and i would love to see mk grooming redsons hair since there's so much of it

Wait who would be the second person to be groomed? I assume RedSon hair are too hot to touch. (when he's flustered, at least)

Anonimo ha chiesto: So like how does Redsons hair/ fire work. Does it just feel warm to MK and Mei. Will it only burn/ hurt you if he doesn't trust you. Another note it must be nice having two fire demon friends during winter.

I think when he's relaxed, the hair is just- a little bit warm, then with his feelings and emotion it can go up to a bigillion degrees, so it's not harmful as long as he can control it.

#ask box #shadowpeach bio parents au

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mothlillies · 19 days ago

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☆ || Sylus x Neurodivergent!MC/Reader !! <3

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• Sylus, who notices that even alone, you wear your headphones everywhere, including to bed, and makes sure you have the most comfortable, highest quality pair for every situation you could think of. Everyday wear? They're light yet still perfectly block everything you need them to. Sleeping? They're soft, integrated into a plush headband made for breathability and comfort while you sleep. Missions? Built for heavy use and endurance, and somehow they magically muffle the sounds of your gun.

• Sylus, who pays attention to every detail you explain to him of your latest hyperfixation, as well as researching it on his own, be it a show, a game, a hobby, any subject, he's happy to engage with it so long as it's with you.

• Sylus, who notices when you've run out of social battery and does everything he can to get you home and comfortable as soon as possible, letting you rest quietly in his arms, telling stories to keep your mind occupied, or even just quietly lying together.

• Sylus, who pays careful attention to any sensory issues or preferences you may have, noting them down both mentally and physically, making sure none of the things he gets you conflict with those, wanting every piece of clothing he gets you to be as comfortable as possible, and every meal he makes you to be as enjoyable as possible.

• Sylus, who doesn't mind if you don't look directly into eyes when you talk, and shoots daggers at anyone who would demand it from you.

• Sylus who also doesn't mind if you end up staring at him, he thinks your eyes are gorgeous. <3

• Sylus, who keeps every single thing you've given him that "reminded you of him" in a special place, a treasure trove of everything you've "pebbled" to him.

• Sylus, who helps you advocate for your needs when you find yourself struggling to, whenever you may need him to.

• Sylus, who remembers your routines and helps you stick to them, gently encouraging you to maintain positive habits even if your brain doesn't wanna let you.

• Sylus, who never minds your stimming, rather finding it cute, making sure you have something to fidget with when you accompany him, and never minding if you end up playing with his shirt sleeve or hair.

• Sylus, who reassures you constantly that you're never too much or not enough, that you're perfect exactly as you are. That even if the world couldn't see how incredible you are, he does. <3

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( hello this is my first time writing anything like this for literally any fandom ever pls be nice qwqqqqq ,, this is heavily based on my own experience being audhd so I tried to keep the ideas somewhat open ,, please let me know if you wanna see more or if you'd wanna see something else !!! )

#lads sylus #sylus qin #sylus lads #lads #lads sylus x mc #sylus x mc #sylus x reader #sylus x you #sylus x y/n #sylus x neurodivergent mc #sylus x neurodivergent reader #fanfic?#headcanons

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aspenmissing · 3 months ago

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Hello hihihi!! First of all - you’re amazing, and not only because your writing being SICK, but also because you seem to be the sweetest person ever. You’re almost like a fairy godmother or genie, providing your talent and skills for us, and imo it’s the coolest thing ever… so thank you for your efforts, the fandom is so lucky to have you!!

As for my request… have you ever wanted to explore Jinx’s abandonment issues and possessiveness in your writings?

How would she react to the reader becoming close to her father romantically/platonically? Would the poor reader be able to stay safe and sound? cx

(I’m personally not a big fan of extra angsty stuff and think about the whole thing more like some silly sitcom in which our dear pigtails gremlin messes with the reader until Silco tells her that no matter what, she’s his beloved daughter and the reader doesn’t try to steal her old man) (but if you like my request, you can handle it however feels right to you!!)

ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴡᴀʏ

ꜱɪʟᴄᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ꜰᴇᴀᴛ.ᴊɪɴx) || ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ || 5421 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ || ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ꜰᴇᴀʀ ᴏꜰ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʀᴇᴘʟᴀᴄᴇᴅ

ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀ: ʜᴇʟʟᴏᴏᴏᴏᴏ ᴋᴏɪ! ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ. ɪ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇꜱ ᴋɪɴᴅɴᴇꜱꜱ, ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ɪꜱ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ, ɪ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴊɪɴx'ꜱ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱɪʟᴄᴏ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴡᴇ ᴅᴇʟᴠᴇᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ɪᴛ. ꜱᴏ ɪ ᴅᴏ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴍʏ ᴅᴇᴀʀ!!! <3 <3

ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ꜱɪʟᴄᴏ | ᴊɪɴx

The first time Jinx met Y/N, she didn’t speak.

She just stared.

Y/N had been in Silco's office for a week now, settling into the strange rhythm of life under the Last Drop’s roof. An informant turned trusted errand-runner, she was known for her uncanny ability to decipher messy reports, manage shipments with terrifying efficiency, and bring some semblance of order to the chaos that usually reigned in Silco’s office. Her quiet presence was like a balm to the madness that followed him everywhere—except when it wasn’t.

Silco had already come to appreciate her work, though he wasn’t one to vocalize any fondness. He didn’t do that. Not unless absolutely necessary. But he knew that the work got done faster when she was around. It just worked.

That day, however, had been quieter than usual. The office, usually filled with the usual cacophony of shuffling papers, murmured reports, and the odd loud phone call, was silent. Y/N sat at his desk—no, correction: her desk now. When she felt like it, Y/N had staked her claim. She was perched there with a stack of ledgers and a map, both spread out in front of her. One leg was tucked beneath her, her messy hair pinned back just enough to keep it out of her face. Her brow was furrowed, deep in thought as her fingers flipped through the papers. Every so often, she’d hum a little tune to herself, barely audible, as she worked.

That was when Jinx came in.

Jinx had been away on one of her usual “projects,” which was her special euphemism for “I went out to break things and maybe cause a few explosions for fun.” When she returned, she was covered in glitter, gunpowder, and little scraps of fabric—some of which suspiciously resembled pieces of Sevika’s coat. Jinx hadn’t been particularly delicate when she returned to the Last Drop, seeking out her usual snack stash with a determined focus.

But the second she entered the room and spotted someone else sitting at Silco’s desk, she froze mid-step. Her eyes widened, and she blinked rapidly as if her brain was trying to process what she was seeing. She couldn’t have been imagining this, could she?

There was Y/N, sitting at the desk, totally at ease, surrounded by paperwork like she belonged there.

The world seemed to slow down for a moment. Jinx stared, absolutely still, not even blinking as her eyes darted from Y/N’s figure to Silco’s expression.

Y/N glanced up at her, smiling brightly, unaware of the impending storm brewing behind those piercing eyes. “Hey there,” Y/N greeted casually, her voice warm and friendly.

Jinx didn’t respond. She simply narrowed her eyes and continued staring. Then, she tilted her head slightly, examining Y/N as though she were some curious, but slightly dangerous, animal.

Y/N’s brow furrowed. “...Hi?” she ventured, a little unsure of what to make of the intense scrutiny.

Still, Jinx remained silent, her face a mask of suspicion. Without a word, she turned sharply on her heel and slinked toward the back corner of the room, as though her very presence had become a cloud of tension.

Y/N blinked, clearly thrown off by the strange greeting. But before she could think too much about it, Jinx returned to her spot in the back of the office, rummaging through a cabinet without a single glance in her direction. Finally, she pulled out a bag of marshmallow bombs (the kind Y/N would probably never understand) and turned on her heel.

Jinx didn’t speak.

She simply left. Backwards. Still staring.

Y/N watched the door swing shut behind her, unsure of whether to laugh or just chalk it up to “Jinx being Jinx.”

The second time Y/N encountered Jinx, it was considerably messier.

The morning had started out just like any other—grey and cold. The kind of morning where the chill in the air seemed to gnaw at you, slowly stealing any warmth you’d managed to accumulate overnight. Y/N had made the trek into the Last Drop from the docks, her breath fogging in front of her as she hurried inside to escape the biting wind. The whole city of Zaun was always cold, but today, it was unbearable.

When she entered Silco’s office, she was shivering, her hair damp from the mist that rolled in off the water. She’d barely had time to hang her coat up when Silco had, surprisingly, draped one of his old, dark coats over her shoulders.

There was no warning, no words, just the weight of it settling around her. The coat was long and sleek, matching the shadowy tones of the office, with a high collar that framed her face like a protective shield. It fit perfectly, too perfectly, as though it had been waiting for her. The scent of it—something faintly musky, a mix of leather and something darker, more dangerous—reminded her of Silco himself.

For a moment, Y/N stood there, trying to shake off the uncomfortable sense of familiarity that the coat gave her. She didn’t understand it—didn’t know why Silco had done it, or if it meant something she wasn’t supposed to figure out just yet. But she wasn’t going to ask. She had learned long ago that asking questions in this place could lead to things you weren’t prepared for.

It wasn’t until she made her way to Silco’s desk, settling into her usual spot to sort through reports, that she realized she had caught someone’s attention.

Jinx.

The girl—if she could even be called that—had been perched on the other side of the room, leaning casually against one of the windows as she watched Y/N with those intense, unblinking eyes. Her gaze flickered between the coat draped over Y/N’s shoulders and the back of Silco’s chair, where Y/N had already made herself at home once again. She was already crossing a line in Jinx’s mind. She didn’t know it yet, but she’d just walked into a trap.

Jinx narrowed her eyes as she studied Y/N’s every movement, the way the coat settled over her form like something that belonged there. Something that wasn’t supposed to.

And then, without warning, the lights in the office flickered and went out.

Y/N froze, her hand halfway through a report, her eyes scanning the room as the air seemed to thicken with tension. She heard a clicking sound in the darkness, followed by an electric hum. The hairs on her neck stood on end.

“…Silco?” she called out, her voice breaking the unnatural silence. Her words echoed through the room as she took a cautious step forward, feeling her way along the desk. She didn’t realize what was happening, not yet.

Suddenly, a shrill scream split the silence.

“I KNEW IT!”

The sound came from above.

Y/N barely had time to react before a net shot down from the rafters, its ropes tangling with a loud crash. The net ensnared her, pulling her sideways and sending her stumbling into a pile of crates with an unceremonious thud. She let out a strangled gasp as the thick ropes tightened around her.

“Jesus!” Y/N yelped, her body hitting the crates hard. She could feel the bruises forming already.

The lights flickered back on, revealing a scene that was utterly chaotic.

Jinx, hanging upside down from the ceiling like some twisted little bat, was glaring down at her. Her wide, crazed eyes were hidden behind her signature goggles, but there was no mistaking the manic energy that surged from her. Her pink pigtails hung down, almost touching the floor as she swung back and forth in the air, her hands grasping a strange contraption that looked like it could do untold amounts of damage.

“You thought I wouldn’t notice!” Jinx screamed, her voice high-pitched and filled with accusation. “Wearing his coat! Sitting in my chair!”

Y/N groaned, still tangled in the net and struggling to untangle herself. The ropes were too tight. “Is this about the coat?” she called back, trying to be heard over Jinx’s shouts. “It was cold!”

The words barely had a chance to register before Jinx’s expression darkened, her eyes narrowing dangerously. She swung lower, closer to the ground, practically snarling as she got within inches of Y/N’s face.

“You don’t get cold in this office unless you’re family!” Jinx’s voice cracked as she spat the words, her grip tightening on her makeshift weapon.

Y/N blinked, thoroughly confused, her brow furrowing. “...That doesn’t even make sense,” she muttered, still trying to wriggle free from the ropes that were now beginning to dig into her skin.

Before Jinx could retaliate, Silco stepped into the room.

The sight before him—his daughter hanging from the ceiling like a wild animal, Y/N caught in a net, and the office in utter disarray—was not an unusual one, but it certainly wasn’t what he had hoped for when he’d stepped away from his desk. He exhaled slowly, rubbing his temple, as if the headache had already set in.

“Jinx. Down. Now.” he said, his voice low but commanding.

Jinx glared at him, still refusing to drop down from her perch. “Not until the coat thief confesses her intentions!” she shot back, crossing her arms defiantly as she swung in place.

Y/N, still tangled up in the mess of ropes, could only look up at Silco in exasperation. She raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “My intentions were to not freeze to death and file your overdue cargo reports,” she said dryly, her voice flat, but her frustration evident.

Jinx scoffed, an exaggerated eye roll accompanying her dismissive gesture. “Too convenient,” she muttered under her breath, clearly not satisfied with the answer.

After things had finally calmed down, mostly due to Silco’s incredible patience (and maybe a hint of exasperation), Y/N found herself sitting across from him in his office. The coat was returned—begrudgingly—Jinx still muttering insults under her breath about "coat thieves" and "competitors." But, for the time being, at least, the storm had passed.

Silco had made it his mission to sit Jinx down and clear the air. He was not about to let the situation escalate any further. He knew better than anyone how complicated his daughter could be, how fiercely territorial she could become. But this was not a battle he was willing to let her win.

“She’s not replacing you,” Silco said firmly, his voice calm but lined with authority as he sat across from her at his desk.

Jinx, who had been sulking in the corner, kicked her feet out in annoyance. “She’s got replacement vibes,” she muttered darkly, her eyes narrowing as she kicked her legs against the edge of the chair. She was clearly holding onto this grudge like a dog with a bone.

Silco rubbed his temple, trying to hold onto his last ounce of patience. “She’s got competence. That’s different,” he explained, his voice quiet but firm.

Jinx threw her hands up, almost knocking over a cup of pens in the process. “She smells like clean laundry. People who smell like clean laundry steal dads!” she declared, her words delivered with the kind of finality that made it clear she was beyond reason.

Silco blinked, staring at her for a moment before he responded, completely at a loss for words. “That is… not a real metric for threat levels,” he said, struggling to keep the smile off his face. The absurdity of the situation was slowly starting to break through his otherwise calm demeanour.

“You don’t know that,” Jinx grumbled, crossing her arms and pouting as if the very idea of clean laundry had become some kind of personal affront.

Silco couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle at that, shaking his head. "No, I suppose I don’t," he said with a sigh.

And there, in the odd silence that followed, Silco realized something. His daughter was difficult. She was complicated. But deep down, she was still his daughter. And no matter how chaotic or unpredictable she got, he wasn’t about to let anyone, least of all Y/N, replace her.

The third time Y/N saw Jinx, things were, surprisingly, a lot quieter.

The evening had settled into the Last Drop like an old friend, the noise of the bar humming softly in the background as Y/N pushed open the door. She’d had a long day of tracking shipments and organizing the chaos that came with Silco’s empire, and honestly, she was just looking for a little bit of peace and maybe a sandwich. She hadn’t expected to find Jinx, of all people, sitting under one of the tables in the corner of the bar.

At first, Y/N wasn’t sure what Jinx was doing. She couldn’t see her clearly from the door, but there was a vague silhouette hunched over something. It looked like… some kind of weird contraption? There were gears, wires, and—Y/N blinked—was that part of a toaster?

She stood there for a second, observing the chaotic mess of pieces spread out in front of Jinx. The girl’s movements were almost fluid as she twisted and pulled on different components, her brows furrowed in concentration. The whole sight was oddly endearing, in a bizarre, "this is definitely a person who thinks toasters need tinkering" kind of way.

Y/N wasn’t sure if she should interrupt or not. She wasn’t exactly sure what Jinx’s mood was these days—her last two encounters had been a whirlwind of manic energy, and frankly, she wasn’t looking to get caught up in another bizarre confrontation. So, she just quietly slid into the chair across from Jinx, settling down cross-legged and unwrapping the sandwich she’d brought for herself.

Jinx didn’t notice at first. She was too absorbed in her strange work, clicking pieces together with the precision of a mad scientist. But then, she must’ve sensed someone’s presence, because her head snapped up, her wide blue eyes narrowing immediately.

“That sandwich better not be for seduction purposes,” Jinx demanded, her voice dripping with suspicion, like Y/N had just waltzed in with some ulterior motive. Her grip on the contraption in front of her tightened, as if she was ready to launch it at Y/N’s head in the blink of an eye.

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh under her breath. She paused in the middle of taking a bite of her sandwich, chewing thoughtfully. “Nope,” she said after a beat, giving her a deadpan look. “But it’s got pickles.”

Jinx stared at the sandwich for a long moment, as though trying to figure out if there was some elaborate prank hidden within the layers of bread and filling. Her eyes flicked from the sandwich to Y/N and back again, as if the truth of it were just out of reach. For a second, Y/N thought Jinx might just throw something at her, or worse, come up with some new and terrifying invention to test out.

Then, as if some internal debate was resolved, Jinx huffed in frustration. She reached over without a word and snatched half of the sandwich, biting into it with exaggerated care, like she was forced to accept a fate far worse than she had imagined.

“…You’re lucky I like pickles,” Jinx muttered with a roll of her eyes, chewing dramatically.

Y/N watched her, trying not to laugh out loud. Pickles. Of all things, Jinx liked pickles. The thought made her pause mid-bite, a smile creeping up at the corner of her lips. It was funny—most kids hated pickles. You knew that much by the way they’d push them off their plates like they were some kind of punishment. But here was Jinx, all manic energy and explosives, savouring the tangy bite of pickles like they were the best thing in the world.

Y/N shook her head, unable to hide her amusement. “You know,” she said, letting out a soft chuckle, “that was the nicest thing anyone’s said to me today.”

Jinx didn’t look up from her half of the sandwich. She just grumbled something unintelligible under her breath, her expression one of deep, meaningful annoyance. “Don’t get used to it,” she muttered, as if she were being forced to share something personal, and the idea of it was the most tragic burden.

Y/N grinned, feeling the atmosphere shift in a way she hadn’t expected. The ridiculousness of the moment—Jinx, of all people, casually munching on a sandwich like a normal person—was oddly grounding. There was something so delightfully absurd about the whole situation. Despite Jinx's chaotic nature, there was this strange, unexpected calm between them now, something that hadn't existed before.

As they sat there in the dim light of the bar, sharing a sandwich in this quiet, unspoken understanding, Y/N felt something change. The girl sitting across from her wasn’t just some wild child running on pure chaos. Jinx was, for all her madness, real—raw and unpredictable, sure, but human, too.

In that moment, Y/N realized that despite the bombs, the traps, and the constant upheaval that seemed to follow Jinx wherever she went, there was something... kind of endearing about her.

It wasn’t much, but it was enough to make Y/N wonder if maybe, just maybe, there was a lot more to this little gremlin than met the eye.

And as Jinx finished off her half of the sandwich with a dramatic sigh, as though this was the worst injustice the universe had ever dealt her, Y/N couldn’t help but chuckle again.

Maybe she did understand Jinx after all.

As weeks passed, Y/N’s presence in the Last Drop became more and more familiar. What had started as cautious, sometimes tense encounters between her and Jinx gradually shifted, forming a strange, though undeniable, bond. It was like the building of an unexpected, if bizarre, family—Y/N had become part of Silco's world in a way that felt permanent, but it was Jinx who was slowly staking her claim on Y/N in a way that both surprised and amused her.

In the beginning, Jinx had been unpredictable, a whirlwind of chaos that seemed to swirl around Y/N with little rhyme or reason. Jinx would appear out of nowhere, pulling Y/N into her madcap schemes and grinning like a maniac. It was hard for Y/N to know what to make of it all. At first, it had been uncomfortable—Jinx’s erratic behaviour, her possessiveness of Silco, her unpredictable bursts of energy. Y/N had felt like an outsider in the strange dynamic that Silco and Jinx shared.

But over time, Jinx’s behaviour shifted. Slowly, she became less of a storm trying to drive Y/N away, and more like a guard dog, one who had grown attached. It wasn’t in the same frenzied way she had latched onto Silco, no. With Y/N, it was more subtle, more insidious. She became possessive in a way that reminded Y/N of a mother bear who had finally decided that the new cub, while not her own, was still something worth protecting.

It wasn’t immediate. The first few months were filled with awkward encounters where Jinx would hover, her suspicious gaze fixed on Y/N whenever she was near Silco. The small moments where she seemed to test boundaries—snatching granola bars off of Y/N’s desk, jumping onto her chair, or showing up unannounced while Y/N was in the middle of sorting through Silco’s endless reports—were frustrating at first, but eventually, they became part of the strange new rhythm of the Last Drop.

One of the first signs that things were changing came during a particularly long day of paperwork. Y/N had been working for hours, sifting through invoices and reports while trying to stay on top of Silco’s growing list of demands. It had been quiet, the usual sounds of the office only interrupted by the faint clatter of a few workers in the back.

And then there was the unmistakable sound of Jinx’s boots clicking across the floor behind her. Y/N didn’t even need to turn around to know that Jinx was creeping up on her, her presence a little too close, a little too familiar. Without warning, Jinx dropped a half-eaten granola bar onto the edge of the desk with a heavy thud, leaning against the back of Y/N’s chair as though it was her throne.

“Got anything better than this?” Jinx asked with a half-hearted pout, snatching the granola bar before Y/N could even blink.

Y/N blinked, caught off guard by the nonchalance of the gesture. “Uh… there’s more in the drawer.” She turned in her chair, barely managing to catch a glimpse of Jinx’s face before the girl had already helped herself to a second snack.

“You know I’m more of a candy person,” Jinx said as she ripped open the wrapper with the enthusiasm of someone unbothered by all social norms. “But I’ll take what I can get.”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile as she watched Jinx devour the snack, completely at ease in a way that still felt new. She’d gotten used to the chaotic bursts of energy, the wild conversations and outbursts, but this was something different—Jinx had settled into the space between them with a strange comfort, her possessiveness now extending to Y/N as well as Silco. It was less erratic, less manic, but more persistent.

As the months went by, Jinx’s behaviour grew even more clingy. She no longer hovered on the edges, unsure of how to interact with Y/N. Now, she settled into Y/N’s space like it was her right. If Y/N was deep in paperwork, Jinx would slide in beside her, legs draped over the edge of the desk as if she were part of the furniture. If Y/N was standing by the bar grabbing a drink, Jinx would casually slip into the seat next to her, her arms crossed as though she had been there for ages, just waiting for the chance to demand attention.

“Hey, you’re not leaving, are you?” Jinx asked one afternoon, when Y/N was gathering her things to head out for the day. It wasn’t a question. It was an assertion. Jinx had slowly, but surely, started to occupy Y/N’s time in ways she hadn’t before. And Y/N found herself... not minding.

"No, I’m just grabbing my jacket." Y/N smiled, shaking her head. “You know I can’t leave without some kind of weird snack run with you, right?”

Jinx’s eyes lit up with a mischievous glint. "Yeah! That’s what I thought,” she said, her voice adopting a mock-serious tone. “We’re going now. No excuses.”

Jinx’s increasing attachment wasn’t just in the small, constant interruptions to Y/N’s day. It was in the little protective acts, the silent displays of care that would pop up when she least expected them.

One day, for example, after Silco had asked Y/N to stay late and help finish some papers, Jinx had materialized beside her like a storm cloud, clutching a bag of sweets and energy drinks.

“Got your back,” she had declared, sitting on the desk and stretching out in a way that completely blocked the papers Y/N was trying to sort through.

“Jinx, I can’t see the reports—”

“I know,” she’d said with a grin, placing a jar of pickles in front of Y/N’s face. “But you’re not allowed to work without taking a break.”

And then, as if to prove her point, Jinx had dragged Y/N out for what could only be described as the most chaotic snack run the city had ever seen, complete with pickled everything, stale chips, and a questionable assortment of energy drinks.

“What am I supposed to do with all this?” Y/N asked, half-laughing as she followed Jinx down the street.

“Eat it!” Jinx had replied with a grin that could rival the chaos of any demolition. “Or else I’ll eat it for you. And trust me, you don’t want that.”

Over the course of the next several months, Y/N grew to recognize the subtle—and sometimes not-so-subtle—ways Jinx expressed her protectiveness over her. It wasn’t always loud, or dramatic, but Jinx had her own methods of showing she cared. At first, it had been the way she would show up unexpectedly, standing in the doorway of the office or the bar, arms crossed and eyes narrowed, as though daring anyone to get too close. When someone—whether it was a worker from the docks or a visiting merchant—got too near Y/N, Jinx would stare them down like a predator sizing up prey.

"Don’t mess with her," Jinx would murmur, her voice low and dangerous, sending an unmistakable warning to anyone within earshot. It wasn’t violent, not exactly, but there was an undeniable force behind her words. It was more like a child who fiercely guarded their favourite toy—possessive, yes, but wrapped up in a kind of love and protectiveness that was too strong to ignore.

Y/N had started to notice that Jinx’s watchful eye was always there, whether Y/N was working in the office, getting a drink at the bar, or simply wandering the Last Drop. It was subtle at first, but it became clearer each time. Jinx didn’t just hover anymore—she guarded. It wasn’t in an overbearing way, but rather, like a silent agreement. As though she was silently claiming Y/N as someone who belonged in her world.

Months stretched on into a year, and what had begun as strange, wary interactions between Y/N and Jinx gradually evolved into something else. It wasn’t overnight, nor was it particularly dramatic, but over time, a bond had formed between them. Y/N was no longer just someone passing through Silco's life—she was a part of the strange little world Jinx had created for herself. More than just a coworker or an ally, Y/N had become something like… family.

At first, Y/N had tried to resist it, unsure of what to make of Jinx’s unpredictable ways, her possessiveness, and the odd little demands Jinx would make of her. But, as the months passed, Y/N realized it wasn’t malicious. It wasn’t a power play or just about chaos—at its core, Jinx was doing what she did best: she was trying to care in her own messy, chaotic way.

It wasn’t just about snacks anymore, or about Jinx showing up unexpectedly with some wild new invention to drag Y/N into. It became a little more than that. Slowly, Y/N started to notice how Jinx would watch over her, even when she wasn’t around. How she’d make sure Y/N was always included, would pull her into conversations, and fiercely defend her against anyone—whether it was a dock worker or even Silco himself—who even hinted that Y/N didn’t belong.

And it wasn’t just about Silco’s approval anymore, either. Jinx was beginning to treat Y/N with the kind of protectiveness that was… well, almost motherly, in a way. It was strange, but there was something endearing about it, something comforting in the chaotic mess that was Jinx’s version of care.

One night, after a long day of paperwork and strategizing, Y/N had retreated to the living space to unwind. The room, usually full of scattered gadgets and the remnants of Jinx’s latest chaotic project, was quiet for once. Y/N had been reading through some reports when she felt the familiar weight of Jinx’s presence beside her. Jinx had been slowly getting more and more comfortable in her space, more willing to relax, and even more willing to curl up next to Y/N when she needed to. It was an odd kind of trust they had developed, a small comfort in the midst of the madness.

Y/N didn’t question it anymore, and when Jinx, without a word, crawled up beside her on the couch and curled into her side, Y/N simply ran her fingers through Jinx’s messy blue hair. The motion, though simple, felt natural now. Jinx, who once would never have allowed anyone to get too close, now fell asleep with her head resting on Y/N’s shoulder.

It was a strange thing to witness—Jinx, the wild little gremlin who had spent years turning everything upside down, now curled up in the quiet of Y/N’s presence, looking almost childlike. Her breathing evened out as she relaxed under the gentle touch of Y/N’s hand, her usually manic energy replaced by a rare moment of peace. It was clear now that, in her own way, Jinx had come to rely on Y/N—not just as someone who could manage the chaos of the world, but as someone who could be the anchor she so rarely had.

As Y/N absentmindedly ran her fingers through Jinx’s hair, she couldn’t help but marvel at the strange shift that had happened between them. Jinx had started to see her less like an ally in Silco’s world, and more like a mother figure—someone who could help balance out the chaos, someone she could depend on when the storms inside her became too much. Y/N didn’t know when exactly it had changed, but the shift was unmistakable. It was as if Jinx had, in her own clumsy, chaotic way, found someone to care for, and in return, someone to protect her.

It was just another quiet evening, the sounds of distant dockworkers mingling with the soft clink of broken gadgets from Jinx’s latest project. Y/N found herself content in the unexpected calm of it all. She was no longer just surviving in the madness of Silco’s world—she was becoming a part of it, becoming something important to Jinx, and that felt like a strange kind of accomplishment.

But just as Y/N let herself settle into the moment, she heard the door to the living space creak open. She looked up to see Silco standing there, looking down at the scene before him. His brow furrowed slightly at the sight of Jinx curled up so peacefully beside Y/N, her head resting on Y/N’s lap, eyes closed, with the softest expression he’d ever seen her wear.

For a long moment, Silco just stood there, taking in the sight. He had never seen Jinx like this—so unguarded, so trusting. It was... unsettling, in a way. But also, there was something else there. A part of him almost felt relieved, knowing that, despite everything, Jinx had found someone she could let her guard down with. He’d always feared for her—her wildness, her unpredictability, the walls she’d built around herself. But here, in this moment, she looked almost... normal. Or at least as normal as Jinx could ever look.

His voice broke the silence, low and steady. “She’s... never like this.”

Y/N glanced up, startled but soft with a smile. “She’s just… trusting me.”

Silco’s gaze lingered on them, and his expression softened just slightly, something unreadable flashing behind his eyes. “I see that.”

He took a step closer, though not quite interrupting the calm. “She’s never allowed herself to do this. Not even with me.”

Y/N smiled gently, her fingers still running through Jinx’s hair. “She’s not as bad as she seems, you know. She’s just… well, she’s Jinx.”

A rare, almost imperceptible smirk tugged at Silco’s lips. “I never thought I’d see the day. Jinx, of all people, trusting someone fully.”

Y/N’s eyes softened as she looked down at the peaceful figure in her lap. “We’re a little more alike than you think, you know. We both need someone who can ground us when everything’s spinning.”

Silco watched them for a moment longer, his gaze shifting between Y/N and Jinx. Then, after a long pause, he nodded slightly.

“I suppose so,” he said quietly. “Maybe this... might just work out after all.”

For a moment, the room fell back into a rare quiet. Silco stood there, letting the scene unfold in front of him, before finally stepping back. “I’ll leave you two. Don’t keep her up too late.”

Y/N nodded, a soft chuckle escaping her as she adjusted slightly, making sure Jinx was still comfortable. Silco turned away, his footsteps quiet as he left the room, but before the door closed fully behind him, he spoke one last time.

“Thank you... for looking after her.”

The door clicked shut, and Y/N smiled to herself, a warmth spreading through her chest. Maybe it wasn’t so unpredictable after all. Not everything in Silco’s world had to be about control and chaos. Some things—like the connection between Jinx and Y/N—could find their own way, in their own time. And that, Y/N thought, was something to be grateful for.

#Arcane #arcane fandom #arcane fluff #silco x reader #silco x you #silco x y/n #jinx x platonic!reader

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fandumb-thoughts · 1 month ago

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Shout out to Yuri!!! On Ice this pride for being the first show that actually made me realize televised characters can be explicitly gay on purpose.

Before that point I was already in fandom. I had already read books (such as the Heroes of Olympus series) with queer characters. I was into Supernatural and Marvel and Sherlock and I shipped gay ships.

This was still the first time I experienced actually queer characters. Characters who were central to the plot without the entire plot revolving simply around their queerness in an awful, pandering facsimile of life. Characters in a TV show, which felt so much bigger than even the most popular of books.

Characters who were—crucially—intended to be understood as queer.

Before that point I largely had subtext and queer coding and outright queer baiting and not much else. I was a young teenager and I was barely aware of my own queerness. It took me a solid rewatch of YOI before I could conceptualize that Viktor and Yuuri were actually romantically involved and the entire audience was supposed to know that.

I genuinely believe the writers/animators/etc. were aware of the queerness and laying out giant hints for those perceptive enough to pick up on and enjoy. I had literally been so starved for queer representation throughout my life that I couldn’t comprehend representation without the lens of heavy censorship! And this was 2015!

Around the same time I had a similar experience with a YA book that had a very casually bisexual main character who had a love triangle with both a boy and a girl. The fact that it wasn’t “a book about a bisexual girl” it was a sci-fi lowkey horror mystery book? It was like a revelation. Before these two experiences I hadn’t known that was possible for a queer character to exist beyond their sexuality.

Shout out to YOI, it had so many cultural impacts beyond just the personal experience I had with it. Shout out to all queer media everywhere. I love it and I love those who create it. Shout out to queer people everywhere who have been starved for faces and bodies and minds like theirs.

Happy Pride 2025, everyone. 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈

#queer #lgbtqia #queer media #yoi #yuri on ice #queer representation #pride month #queer pride #gay media #gay pride #🏳️‍🌈#🏳️‍⚧️

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n3ptoonz · 1 month ago

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'Pretty Little Bird'

Pairing: Sam Wilson/F!Reader

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Warnings/tags: Smut; Explicit, POST TFATWS-PRE CA:BNW, reader is in the air force, flirty Sam 🙂‍↔️ car sx, riding, use of titles, he calls you "little bird", half proofread; apologies if there's typos or edits i didn't make

this is for all seven sam fans let's goooo 💋

Word count: 2.7k+

Your presence demanded respect everywhere you went on and off base. It wasn't easy climbing the ranks, it never is, but hard is the last word you'd use. Luckily your intelligence wasn't questioned too much, but that didn't mean the occasional big headed douchebag wouldn't play devil's advocate at the worst possible moment. You also got lucky to meet one of your closest and long time friends, Sam Wilson.

Sam didn't play about you. He was well aware you could kick ass and take names but it came naturally to him. Having a sister and generally being a family man made it all the easier to stand at your side and hype you up any and all the time.

You'd just been transferred from San Diego last week and finished filling out some paperwork, talking with someone in your unit when you heard a voice call out from all the way down the hall.

"I know that ain't little bird!" echoed off the walls and made you both look in that direction. The sigh that left you caused the guy to chuckle before walking off in the other direction. You turned to the only man in the world that calls you that. The only one that's allowed to call you that, to which you haven't heard since 2013.

You watched him walk over excitedly with a big grin on his face, giving him a playful roll of the eyes.

"That's Lieutenant General to you." you corrected. His eyes went wide as he stopped in front of you.

"No shit!" he said, "Okay, three stars. Last I heard you were still Major Pain!" he laughed aloud and went in for a hug but stopped himself to stand at attention and salute theatrically. "I request permission from the Lieutenant General to engage in physical contact between two long time fr-"

"Just shut up and hug me." you huffed and wrapped your arms around him. He returned the hug and patted your back with a light squeeze.

"You look great," he said as he backed up to give you a once over. "For a little bird." he teased, and this time you sighed heavily.

"I told you to stop calling me that a long time ago."

"I know, I know but I can't help it. You just...you remind me of a little bird, I don't know what else to tell you." he said. "And I can't let your head get too big. Next thing I know you'll be ordering me to buy you lunch."

"That's rich coming from Captain America himself. And it's too late. My head's already big." you shrugged and started down the hall. Sam chuckled to himself and followed behind. He wasn't joking when he said you looked great. Even prettier than when he last saw you. Even tougher. Even cooler. And you wore that camo well.

Too well. And you smelled good.

"So you saw the news." he said, knowing good and well the whole world did.

"Every living organism on planet Earth knows who you are, Wilson. The man of the people graces us with his assistance on this fine day."

"Alright, first of all, don't be mad at me just cause I can fly, General." he nudged your shoulder, earning a smile you've been trying to bite back since you laid eyes on him. "Second of all, I should be saying that to you. Miss Lieutenant General graces the east coast with her commanding presence and stern, yet captivating eyes."

You let out a short laugh and shake your head at his last comment. "Flattery gets you nowhere." you quipped and stopped at the end of the hall with your arms crossed.

It was like the early days when he'd "jokingly" flirt with you every chance he got. Well, once he was sure you wouldn't whoop his ass for doing so. Sam thoroughly enjoyed the banter between you two since day one and it would never get old. For either one of you. And don't forget that subtle sway in your hips whenever you walked away from him for making a stupid joke. He almost started saying stupid things just to see it.

"Not even a night of catching up at that totally affordable local bar a half hour out from base at the end of the day?" he asked with another growing smile as he nudged you again. "Come on! When's the last time we got to hang out in our civvies? Together? Just us??"

"Okay, okay. You win, I'll go. You're paying though. Consider it a fee for interrupting me earlier."

Sam nodded and rubbed his chin, feigning consideration before pointing at you. "Deal."

The two of you met up after, dressed in your casual attire and ready for an evening of fun. You wore a jacket over a plain fitted shirt because of D.C's supposed unpredictable weather, but the front was kind of a V neck--slightly dipping below your cleavage. Sam whistled as he approached, a hearty genuine laugh coming from him.

"A woman that can rock fatigues just as much as she can rock civvies is a special one." he said with a wink before walking over to his truck and opening the passenger door. "M'lady General," he muttered but knew you heard him. The door closed before you could respond so you just grumbled half-seriously while watching him get into the drivers seat.

"Never change, Sam." you said and leaned on the window after putting on your seatbelt. When the truck turned on he smiled at you as he did the same.

"First names and we're not even off base yet. Somebody's having fun already."

"If it'll get you to cut out the 'General' bit early, I'll get ahead while I still can." you glanced at him with an unserious glare. He only shrugged as he pulled out of the lot.

"Maybe."

Sam played all the classics on the way there and you sung your heart out the most. The second you entered the bar it was lively with people and flashy lights. The place wasn't huge but cozy enough and luckily there weren't any other airmen hanging out to see what you're like when you aren't barking orders.

"Up for some billiards?" he leaned down to ask over the music bumping nearby. He had a slight smirk on his face as he waited for you to answer, that familiar grin returning when you glance at him with a raised brow.

"I'm a little rusty." you replied but looked around for a free pool table. When you spot one you start heading over to it. "But I never back down from a friendly game." you continued, handing him a pool stick before getting one for yourself.

"Ladies first," he mused and leaned on the table. You set them in the middle and just hoped you'd get solids, eyeing the cue ball as you leaned over. Sam watched you with intent from the moment, but also genuine admiration. You never failed to be at least a little serious about everything you did. Even a silly game of hitting balls with a stick.

You watched them splay across the green velvet, specifically an orange solid one bouncing around before slowly, but surely dropping in the pocket. You pumped your fist and kept your eyes on the display while determining your next move.

"It's only natural Captain America gets stripes," you said with a quick glance at him over your shoulder before bending over again to line up your shot. Sam rolled his eyes and moved out of your way.

"Corniest thing you've said in a long time." he said.

"You can't be serious!" Sam exclaimed as he watched your last solid fall into the pocket. He stared at his three striped balls in impossible positions in complete disbelief. "I thought you said you weren't good at this game."

You brushed past behind him, placing your hand on his shoulder and whispering in his ear. "I said I was rusty."

He shot a glare and huffed while you lined up your final shot for the 8 ball.

"10 bucks you don't make this next shot." he chimes, causing you to glance at him. "10 bucks and five shots says I do." you said. Sam nods with a smirk.

"You're on, lil bird. Prepare to be down like thirty bucks."

You hit the ball to the northwest pocket from where you stood, which was the best you could do. It wasn't a straight shot. Albeit a little bit of an awkward position, there was a chance at least with the force you used. The 8 ball rolled all the way up to it like with that solid orange ball. Just your luck..it stopped right at the pocket. You groaned loudly and facepalmed while Sam cheered and clapped like it was a football game. You could feel his arm drape over your shoulder, just picturing that stupid smug grin on his face.

"I really hope you like Bourbon."

You shrugged him off and gestured for him to take his turn. You weren't actually upset, more upset at the effect his cologne had on your senses. The way his smile lit up the room yet only being flashed at you. Though, before he could make another comment, a song that activates Sam started playing. He gave you that look. That 'you know what we have to do' look. He put down his stick and started lip syncing and dancing towards you.

"No- Sam," you laughed as he already had your hand in his because he knew you loved this song too just as much as he did.

And he was right.

You danced and sung along like nobody was around. Taking turns with different parts and all up on each other like nobody's business. When the song ended you quickly got off the dance floor and navigated through the crowd to the bar, only panting just a little bit.

You sat next to each other and he ordered 5 shots. When you were about to hand him a 10 dollar bill from your pocket he declined immediately. You looked at him funny and held the 10 up.

"I lost the bet." you said.

"And I said I would pay earlier." he responded and closed the bill in your fist.

"Don't," he added, seeing you were going to protest. "I just wanted to mess around with you. You can pay me back another time."

You watched Sam pay for the shots and give a polite nod to the bartender as he pushed them between you two. With a soft sigh you turned in your stool to face him and see just what the gentleman that is Sam Wilson had planned now.

"We're gonna play a game," he said. His gaze just barely glided past your chest before your eyes met. He leaned on the bar with his elbow before continuing.

"2 truths 1 lie. You down?"

"Hell yeah. Where do the shots come in?" you asked while sliding your sleeves up your forearms.

"Simple: If you guess the lie wrong you gotta take a shot. If the other guesses your lie right, you have to take a shot. I'll go first." he cleared his throat and thought for a moment before looking at you again and counting on his fingers.

"One time I walked in on Joaquin trying on the Cap suit, I have three nephews, and I can hold my breath under water for almost a minute." he said. You narrowed your eyes and hummed.

"You have two nephews. Cass and Aj." you said confidently.

"Damn, girl. When did I even tell you that?" he asked as he took a shot.

"Word travels fast." you shrugged. Now it was your turn. "Alright, um...I originally was going to be in the Navy, I have one little brother, and I was raised in the midwest." you said and crossed your arms over your chest, which really just pushed them further together. Sam ran his fingers over his beard as he intentionally looked away from you.

"You weren't gonna be in the Navy." he finally said but not as confident as you were before. You tsk'd and made an X with your arms, incorrect buzzer sound from your mouth included.

"I was raised in the southwest. Arizona. That's another shot for you."

A few more rounds go by. You took two shots and now it was just one more. Neither one of you were lightweights but the alcohol just ignited a bit of a buzz for both of you.

It was now Sam's turn.

He paused for a moment to just stare at you under the lights at the bar. He could see you a lot better like this and he was just star struck.

"Sam," you said, watching him just blink.

"My favorite artist is James Brown," he started. "My middle name is Thomas...and I really want to kiss you right now." he said. His voice took on a softened yet forward tone. He didn't even flinch.

You stared back at him for a second before licking your lips that had gone suddenly dry. You shifted in your stool and leaned forward just a hair.

"Your favorite artist is Marvin Gaye." you said, "Your middle name is Thomas and...I really want to kiss you right now too."

You took the shot before he could, letting out a crisp exhale while never taking your eyes off his. There was a familiar burn in the pit of your stomach. His too. Sam Wilson has wanted nothing - nobody more in his life.

His truck slightly rocked with the driving force of your hips slamming down into his lap. His calloused yet soft palms felt you up like he knew your body. As if he touched you before. Only in his dreams. He's only ever been able to just imagine what was under that baggy camo and that decorated tag of yours.

Lieutenant General. In the back of his truck giving him the business.

Your forehead rested on his as you tried to focus on not reaching climax so early. You'd only just begun and you'd miss the feeling of his hands on your bare back if you ended it now.

"Pretty little bird," he whispered. You sank down completely into his lap and grabbed his jaw. It was dark but you knew he was looking into your eyes.

"Don't call me that when you're inside me." you joked softly and kissed him. Sam nodded and pressed you closer to his broad chest.

"Ma'am yes ma'am."

You kissed him again and started to roll your hips in a circular motion--at least you tried to--and Sam groaned your name into your mouth. You broke the kiss and leaned down to kiss his neck, leaving a small mark there so he could see it but not that it'd be easily noticeable. Especially by Joaquin.

"Damn, Lt.," he said as he slid his hands down to cup your ass. "Should've asked you out to drinks way earlier." you chuckled, gently biting his shoulder and riding him again. All the while holding the other side of his face just because you can.

"Ohh, get me there...yeah," he whispered repeatedly as he got closer and closer. His hips started to move on their own, fucking up into you with fervor to stay in sync. You slowly unraveled by the second as you were about to blow. Breathing irregular. Vision blurring. Unknowingly digging your nails into his shoulders.

You pulled yourself off him as you came. Clung onto him tight while twitching and moaning his name. Sam did the same. His hands slid down to your thighs and held on like it was the only thing keeping him aware of his surroundings.

He never really imagined getting with you would look like this; feel like this. However he's not opposed. Trust.

"I didn't know you had it like that, Lieutenant," he teased while still breathless and catching up to the reality that is his fogged up windows and potentially fucked up seats. You slowly sat back down into his lap, not minding the mess he made coating his thick, firm thighs as you whispered against his lips.

"That's 'Pretty little bird' to you."

#n3ptoonz #smut #sam wilson #sam wilson x reader #sam wilson x you #mcu fandom #mcu #marvel mcu #samuel wilson #sam wilson smut

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gh0st-t0wn3 · 1 year ago

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I finally had time to make proper designs for the Trio!

Redson: Ver 1

Ver 2

I couldn't decide on if I liked it better with the braids or not so I just posted both, but anyways!

I gotta admit, I used to not like the idea of redson having Bull features (except for a small pair of horn maybe) but the concept really grew on me and now I really love it and wanted to try making my own design and I'm really proud with how it turned out.

I would've added more scars, since Guanyins throne pierced his entire body, but there came a point where it just looked like there was too much going on so I had to get rid of a few scars to tone it down, so we're just gonna say they faded over time, okay? Okay.

I also made him Miao (one of the largest ethnic minorities in southwest China) on PIF's side, and Mongolian on DBK's.

The Miao ethnicity of China has a long history, rich culture, and an ancient folk religion. Adorned in beautiful traditional clothes, possessing natural talent for singing and dancing, they live in uniquely designed indigenous architecture, which I think fits perfectly with how I imagined Princess Iron Fan and with her; Redson.

As for DBK being Mongolian, I saw someone else talking about this headcanon and I just liked it so I decided to use it, I don't really have a specific reason for it, I just thought it fit, not sure why though, it's just one of those things that makes sense even if you don't know why, you know?

Mei:

I made her taller and gave her a long dragon tail (like really long, it drags along the floor if she's not holding it up), though her scales are pretty much everywhere across her body they're most noticeable on her shoulders, thighs, and face (they're a bit hard to see in this photo because they're kinda hidden behind her hair, but I did give her scales beside her eyes)

I also gave her horns these little spiral designs around them, gave her sharper nails, and designed her ears to look like coral, since she's a water dragon and I thought they looked cool.

Honestly idk what else to say about her design, I didn't have anything specific in mind when designing her, I kinda just had to wing it, but I'm happy with how it turned out :)

(I also made her Bengali, on her dad's side, but it's not really important or has any reason behind it, just a headcanon I've had for a while, don't know where it came from though)

MK:

Alot of people have speculated that the monkey form we see during the fight against Azure in season 4 isn't MK's full form yet, that we're just seeing a fraction of what he's yet to become, based on the fact that while he has the weird side burns, the tail and the face marking, he also lacks a natural skin tone, they didn't give him a proper nose etc, so I wanted to play with the idea.

I decided to make him this strange mix between human and monkey, leaving him pretty much human with the addition of his tail(s), and weird li'l monkey feet.

(I was also gonna give MK more arm/leg hair, it was in my first sketch, but I forgot to add them when I was doing the line art and didn't realize until after I saved it as a jpeg, so that's my bad, but I'm gonna add it in to any other art I make)

It's also a bit hard to see in this, but I designed his staff with more details, specifically adding dragon-esque imagery to the Golden ends, this is because (for anyone who's new to the fandom/hasn't read JTTW) Wukong's staff was originally one of the several pillars that held up the sea in the dragon palace, until he stole it and shrunk it down to use as his weapon.

I also did MK's clones :)

Porty MK:

I gave him stripes of coloured hair and gave his tails all different colours, though I don't think he would actually dye it, instead I like to think that he would use that really crappy dollar store spray in hair dye (or hair chalk). I kept the fishnet clothes that I added in my originally design of him for my headcanons post, and decided to give him striped elbow length fingerless gloves.

I also gave him a cropped shirt, ripped shorts and these weird fingerless glove-esque shoes for convenience, since regular shows seem like they would be uncomfortable.

Edit: my dumbass forgot Porty's stupid print jacket 😭

Artist MK:

For Artist MK I gave him overalls and a jacket over it, which he wears specifically for when he's doing paintings so he doesn't ruin too many of his actual clothes (I know I said that this was inspod by Circusapple, which it still is, but this is almost exactly what I wear when I'm painting too, just in different colours).

I also gave him those gloves that digital artists wear so they're hands don't accidently trigger something on the screen because everyone knows that every artist just walks around with their art glove on even when it's not necessary.

Delivery MK:

I have to admit, I was never a big fan of MK's work uniform just being his regular clothes with a work jacket thrown over it so I wanted to try and make him look a little more professional and decided to instead give him a chef coat (similar to the one Pigsy wears on the show as well), with a logo for the restaurant on the chest, along with it I gave him plain black pants, since casual red jeans didn't seem very professional (I know he's just a delivery person, but if you were to look at pretty much any food corporation, even people who do deliveries have to wear uniform, so it's always been kinda strange to me that he's just in regular clothes).

The shoes were harder to make professional given the whole "half-monkey" thing so I opted to give him the same strange fingerless glove-esque shoes for comfort and convenience, but made them plain black as well.

#lego monkie kid #fanart #lego monkie kid red son #monkie kid red son #lego monkey kid fanart #red son #lego monkie kid mk #lmk spicynoodles #lmk mk #hong hai'er #lmk mei #lego monkie kid mei #monkie kid mei #long xiaojiao #qi xiaotian

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jazeswhbhaven · 2 months ago

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Back in the fandom again and I was looking for your blog everywhere 😿 You were probably the most memorable writer to me about WHB lol. I really adore your works 🥹...

Is it okay if I ask a request? Maybe for the kings and some nobles from Gehenna!!

How about an MC that gets easily annoyed especially if it's painfully hot outside and the sun is just literally GLARINGGG towards them.

Not annoyed as in full on screaming. But annoyed in a way it's so easy to rile them up and get their brows all furrowed up and they're like "what????"

It's more on the humorous side hehe, I think it's funny and I maybe want their reactions to lean more onto that side, but still keep their usual errr behavior or personality??

Thank you!!!

Ahh hi anon, I'm glad you were able to find my blog again!! This means a lot saying that you like my works ✨😌

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It's the hottest day in Gehenna, so much that even finding shelter in the shade still has you sweating up a storm. Thankfully it's just for a few days out of the year, but MC is not having it at all. "God it's so hot....I'm literally melting..."

Sitri: He's quick on his feet thinking about how to cool off MC. He's aware that the shade will only bring some relief but it's never enough. Thankfully, he's brought along some freshly made iced tea, made with a special ingredient that keeps you cool and refreshed for hours! Other devils have tried to take some, but he refuses to share. This was made for MC, everyone else will have to find other ways to cool off.

Ppyong: Oh no! MC is uncomfortable and this red lump is far too small to provide shade or any source of relief. But he does know of a place where they can hang out for a while without being directly under the sun's rays. A cafe ran by most of his red lump fans and family, small but quaint! Refreshing drinks, the coolest AC they managed to make with small parts and debris collected from previous battles they had to clean up. He always wanted to take MC here, and boy do they appreciate it.

Leraye: He offers to shoot the sun down, he's pretty sure he can do it. There's no target he can't hit! But after MC talks him out of even trying so he doesn't burn his eyes out, they opt for returning back to the palace where Leraye knows of a specific secret area he usually sets up his sniping gear during battles that has the perfect amount of shade and where the breeze hits just right. Plus...he managed to get some of Sitri's iced tea to give MC anyway lol

Paimon: Oh he hates the heat as much as MC does. Sweat slows him down and melts his pretty eye makeup! But have no fear, he's always prepared when it comes to the hottest days of Geheena. Cute sun hats, portable bladeless fans from Tartaros, and a special human skin friendly sunscreen that makes it feel like there's no sun at all! He's so proud to show off these trendy objects he got from the mall and is even more happy that they work well. Not to mention he wants MC to try out his minty lip gloss, *wink*

Astaroth: This weather is actually perfect for his snake so he's not too bothered by it. Nice and warm. However, he's aware that MC's annoyance with the heat and sun can't be too healthy. To compromise for both parties, he does have this magic parasol for MC to use. If you say the right poem/mantra it will literally start snowing underneath it. MC finds this parasol odd, but at least it's working! Astaroth was also amused, saying he had gotten it from a witch because she told him it would always keep his snake warm even when it's cold. Turns out it was the opposite.

Zagan: The sun always looks flawless on this devil's sun kissed skin, so a few more rays and heat won't do a thing. However, he'd do anything make sure MC is comfortable, so he writes up a special talisman they can use that works like an all over body ice pack. He's even brought a whole stack of them just in case the one MC has on right now gets damaged. And so they don't feel left out, he wears one too. Now they can enjoy their morning walk together without much discomfort! A bonus is that Zagan tied his hair up for this occasion.

Satan: "You're pissed off? So am I...it's too damn hot!" Satan actually does not like the heat at all, especially when he has to move around and do things. It's not really the sweat, but it's more so the combination of sun rays AND the radiating heat from the ground. Plus he can't stand the jokes Mammon makes about how it shouldn't bother him since heat rises and he's further to the ground than he is 💀 So, to make it bearable for him and MC he just literally takes them around on his bike so the wind cools them off from how fast he's going. He also doesn't mind spending all day at his bike shop, the AC there is really nice.

Mammon: "Come closer to me, Master. I'll block the sun's rays for you." And no kidding does that actually help! MC is immediately shrouded in Mammon's shadow which provides quick relief from the glaring sun in Tartaros. And if that wasn't a plus already, his Ai bots fly around and spray a cool mist, similar to how you see the mist stations at Zoos during the summer. The sun is no bother for this big guy, all it does is glisten against his golden skin as he soaks it up. He could do this all day.

Beelzebub: "You know, I don't mind that you're all sweaty..." Beel ofcourse is a tease when MC is rather upset about how hot it is. Not to mention that Abyssos is mostly a concrete jungle, so the pavement is hot too. But, he's not gonna torture MC for long, offering solace by whisking them away to the grasslands of Abyssos. There's trees for miles, amazing shade, and a few lakes with water so cold you'd think it should be frozen. These are places he escapes too when he does return, and now MC knows he little hideouts. Just gotta make sure Bael doesn't know about this.

Leviathan: "If you're that uncomfortable at least do something about it." Leviathan considers MC's mild complaint about the heat slightly annoying, but they do have a point. Why is it so hot today in Hades when normally the sun doesn't shine much here? Levi opts to take MC back to the palace, where his room is the coldest compared to everywhere else. He doesn't even mind if they stay in there all day because he didn't want to be outside in the first place and he has paperwork to look over. Levi even goes so far that he's moved his desk temporarily so he can MC can be in the same room. But don't mention that...

Lucifer: "Ah, the greenhouse is normally not this warm. Here drink this." Similar to Sitri's iced tea recipe, Lucifer has his own brew that provides not only instant relief from the heat and sun, but prevents migraines, and heat exhaustion for at least 24 hours. He created this one time when Gamigin passed out from traveling the desserts of Tartaros to heal a devil. He also has changed a few things around to make sure MC doesn't ingest anything they're allergic to. But being the doctor he is, he sticks around MC just to make sure nothing happens at least until it's safe for them to be alone.

Belphegor: "Quit yer bellyachin', ain't nothin' but a little heat and sun." Well, at least for him anyway the heat has no affect on him. He could sleep through an entire damn fire if he must. But he's immediate solution to keep MC cool is to drag them to his room, turn on the AC to the lowest setting, and it's freezing cold now. The only source of heat in the room is his body and his bed. Could this have been his plan all along? Either way now MC doesn't have to be in the sun, and Belphie gets to sleep in a cold dark room. Everyone wins.

Asmodeus: "The sun highlights the best parts of you, my dear. Oh and how you look with sweat rolling off your body..." Asmo is definitely no help when the heat is unbearable in Abaddon. For some odd reason it is unusually hot though most areas in this country are shaded or cloudy. But also, MC's annoyance is a turn on for this devil in fact anything they do is, but it's not like he's going to let them suffer for too long. He knows a place, deep within the castle walls on the top floor. Nope, not his room, but another place he seldom tells others about. To MC's surprise it's filled with everything meant to cool you down during those hot summers on earth, including an indoor pool chilled to perfection. For now Asmo enjoys the amenities with MC no strings attached, but eventually...skinny dipping in said pool was gonna be on the agenda.

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