#but for these guys it’s like eh oh well

[mrrharper]

Strings Attached

You thought it would be that easy, eh? That everything would go smoothly? Damn, what a fuckin' dumbass, huhuhuh. Dude, please.

You bought that weird jock serum. The website promised instant change and total life improvement, bro! Thought it would help you lose that "loser status", so ya sunk like 200 of your hard earned bucks into the thing. It came in a boring-ass package, tasted like dirty socks and had you feeling like you were about to throw up for the rest of the day.

But then you woke up the next day and it seemed to have worked. Your basic twink body turned into a that of a cocky bro. Broad shoulders and chest, beefy arms, sculpted legs, a sharper jaw, visible abs (dude, did ya really get hard after seeing these in the mirror?), as well as styled hair and a barely visible stubble. Damn, you looked like a real jock, bro.

You were ecstatic. So excited about all that newly acquired beef, like a kid right after Christmas. You now had to learn how to put up a good show. You got a bunch of workout clothes, tried to learn how to walk like a cocky bro, you even signed up for a gym membership. Which seemed to work.

You got interested looks from people on campus. Others wanted to work with you on projects during class. And most importantly, jocks, bros and other cool dudes started approaching you. They wanted you - the new muscular guy in town - to be a part of their group. It felt like a dream come true.

Oh, how dumb you were. You assumed the physical changes were all the serum would deliver. It would beef you up a bunch, and then the rest of it would be on you, learning how to live a life of a college jock while still being the same guy you were a few days prior, the same socially inept gay loser. But oh boy, does it not work that way.

Guys like you are the funniest to watch. The transformation is so entertaining in the end.

Like a week after drinking the serum the rest of its effects caught up with you. When you woke up, the introverted twink was no longer with us. In his place was an generic arrogant douchebag, whose mind could only focus on a select few topics - his next workout, his next game with his brahs, getting newer gym gear, giving his arms a big ol' flex whenever he could and always looking for a hole to stick his leaking cock into. The mental side was now fully in line with the physical.

Cause we can't have a muscular jock who isn't a cocky and aggressive pussyhound, can we? Of course we can't, that's why the serum works like that. Dumbass. Now go lift some dumbbells or something bro. That's what you're here for, after all.

[unabletonotlovesatoru]

“he loves me… he loves me not.”

gojo had been minding his own business—well, sort of. he had been walking across the school grounds, sunglasses perched on his nose, hands tucked into his pockets, just happening to pass by when he spotted you sitting under a tree, plucking petals from a daisy.

he tilted his head, amusement curling at the edges of his lips.

“ooh, what’s this?” his voice was teasing as he strolled up to you, leaning down so his face was way too close to yours. “someone’s got a crush?”

you jolted at his sudden presence, eyes widening before you quickly tried to hide the flower behind your back. “gojo—”

“ah-ah,” he interrupted, sliding onto the grass beside you, effortlessly prying your hand forward to inspect the half-plucked daisy. his grin widened. “oh, this is juicy. tell me, tell me, who’s the lucky guy?”

you huffed, glaring at him, but there was no real bite behind it. “none of your business.”

gojo clicked his tongue, rocking back on his palms as he stretched his long legs out. “c’mon, you’re literally playing a game about it. it’s my duty as your best friend to pry into your love life.”

you rolled your eyes but sighed, plucking another petal.

“he loves me…”

gojo smirked. “oh? It’s looking good so far.”

another petal.

“he loves me not.”

he waved a dismissive hand. “eh, don’t worry about that one. those don’t count.”

another.

“he loves me.”

“see? fate wants you to win.”

and then—

“he loves me not.”

your fingers froze over the now-empty flower stem.

gojo felt it immediately—the way your shoulders dropped just slightly, the way your lips pressed together in that disappointed little frown. the playful atmosphere from before faded into something quieter, something almost… wistful.

“damn,” gojo said lightly, but there was a slight stiffness to his voice now. “tough luck, huh?”

you didn’t respond right away. your gaze flickered up, looking just past him—past his teasing smirk, past his presence entirely.

gojo followed your line of sight, and that’s when he saw him.

geto suguru, walking by a few feet away, completely oblivious to the fact that you were looking at him like he was the only thing in the world.

something in gojo’s chest lurched.

he blinked behind his sunglasses, his cocky grin faltering just slightly.

“oh,” he said, the realization hitting him like a slow-burning ache. “it’s him.”

you didn’t notice the shift in his tone, too busy staring after geto.

gojo, for once, didn’t tease.

he just sat there, watching you, watching the way your fingers curled slightly over the empty daisy stem, watching the way your gaze softened in a way it never did for him.

and for the first time in his life, satoru gojo felt the sharp, quiet sting of jealousy.

but he didn’t say a word.

he just forced his usual grin back into place, elbowed you lightly, and drawled, “well, what does some dumb flower know, anyway?”

you laughed softly, finally tearing your gaze away from geto. “yeah,” you murmured. “you’re right.”

but gojo didn’t feel like he was right.

because suddenly, he kind of hated that flower.

[gofishygo]

thinking about john ‘soap’ mactavish and art student reader because for some reason it’s just making a lot of sense right now… (cw: nudity)

since he’d gotten shot in the head, price had pushed him onto medical leave. not much they can do for him, unfortunately- the rest of his taskforce is out, chasing makarov, and he’s left on the sidelines for six months, at the very least.

he’s filling up the emptiness where long, high adrenaline missions and rampant explosions quite well though, if he says so himself. does odd jobs to replace the feeling of a gun in his hand, though it never feels half as satisfying. not until the university job, at least.

he catches the flyer online, some local art school looking for nude models as reference for their students, and in a whim, agrees. why not? holding positions for hours on end was something he’d already been all too familiar with from his real job, and he’s relatively handsome, if he says so himself. sculpted arms and scars that run across his skin like the beams of sunlight that filter through his window during golden hour. plus, he’d been handed the insult that he was easy to draw a few times too many- may as well put that to use.

and that’s how johnny ends up naked, in the same pose for fourty-five minutes, neck cramping whilst a group of students hastily sketch him down. pretty much everyone in the room is stiff or sweating from focus, and some poor sod in the front seems to have ran out of charcoal and looks like he’s on the verge of either breaking down or passing out. he can’t help but peer at the students, and his eye catches on you.

fuck- you’re absolutely gorgeous- almost as bonnie as he is- even though you’re nibbling on the pencil as you try correcting the curve of his hip for the nth time, and if he focuses real hard, he can hear the soft melody you’re humming to yourself in attempt to calm down between the scratches of pencils and erasers. even though he knows that this whole thing is transactional- that he’s just there for you to model your skills off of so that you could hopefully get a decent mark- wants to think that in some way, your drawing is an act of love- pocketing his face in the back of your mind, his body at the forefront of your work, trying so hard to just get him right. it's almost cute.

most of them have filtered out of the classroom by the time he's put his clothes back on, three hours later- his shoulder's absolutely bealin- but you're still there, professor curled over your shoulder and mumbling feedback as she taps a pointer over the easel-- and oh, how he wishes he could do that to a pretty thing like you, perched over your form as he murmurs soft things into your ears, his hand over yours instead of on your work. and with his own wee... 'gap year', he can't see how that would be unachievable.

so imagine your surprise when your muse swings a friendly arm over your shoulder, grinning from ear to ear as he looks at your nude drawing. of him. and he seems impressed, eyeing how you've shaded and sculpted his body with your pencils- he could draw nearly as good as that, before he'd gotten shot at least. had taken him months to pick up a pencil, and he's yet to write a full paragraph with the way that bullet had pierced his brain. but he's content now, watching as your face burns in embarrassment- maybe you're a bit shy, eh? no problem.

"can see why you're her star student, aye? you seem prettier than that picture in yer hands." he purrs, smiling contentedly, and no- your blush definitely isn't from the flattery anymore. fuck, you might be attracted to this guy.

[alalalalaalalalviraaaaa]

summary: valentine's day? this is nerdjo's perfect chance!

song list: (hella short cuz this is short)

espresso- sabrina carpenter

obsessed- mariah carey

kiss it better- rihanna

"i-i... well um, i think you're uhh, very... pretty... and i um, you'r-"

"so you mean i'm hot and you can't stop staring?" you say in a judgy voice, unable to comprehend what's going on— or 'flabbergasted' as what the dumbass in front of you calls it. "listen up, nerd: i know i'm a looker, and i don't need someone like you to remind me of that, mmkay? so scram." you say, pushing past like what? the 13th dumbass? and you're not even two hours in.

you look to your side, just to be met by satoru, a loyal puppy. even though he was the smartest, he did your homework for free, unlike the other nerds who'd grown some balls thinking they had a chance with you— except for the chance to finish your essays.

pretty face adorned with baby blue eyes, satoru wasn't that ugly. in fact, he wasn't ugly at all. just that... he was a nerd. with nerdy glasses, nerdy clothes, and thick, nerdy books in his hands 24/7. flustered, stuttering mess. hey, but he looks so cute wrapped around your finger, ain't that right?

"well," he chuckles and pushes his glasses up with an index. damn, 5 inch fingers? what about his co- "you're getting a lot of confessions, huh?" he shakes his head head slightly and walks alongside you.

"mhm... it's exhausting." you say tiredly, with a hint of smug in your voice. "oh, and did you finish my assignment? need to hand it over next period." you inquire, expecting the work. satoru was never late to anything. punctual, perfect, and what not? would be your mom's dream if you brought him home.

"oh, yeah! i did it for you, and i guarantee you'll get an A!" he says proudly, looking over at you.

"uhh.. okay, now hand it over?" you say with a bit of attitude, your hand open as you observe him scrambling for it in some bag. "here! here is it!" he hands it to you like some sacred treasure. you look at the paper, looking at what he wrote before you catch a glimpse of red and some scrunching of wrappers as he zips the bag up. your eyebrows furrow as realise what it is. roses. and chocolates. who the fuck is he giving that to?

"what's that?" you ask sternly, looking up at him, the assignment completely forgotten. "the thing in your bag. who's that for, huh?" you push him against a wall, quickly pinning him.

"w-what do you mean? i-i don't know what yo-"

"the roses. and chocolates. in your bag right now, who's that for, eh? some other nerdy slut? that blondie cheerleader? psst- she won't accept it, cut it out. no one would." you say harshly, not a single bit jealous. scoff, you've never been jealous in your life.

a flicker of emotions flash by his face and then it settles to a one of annoyance.

"not even you?" he says, a hint of smugness in his face.

"what?" you say, now truly 'flabbergasted'. what does he mean by that? there's no way he's...

"well, since no one would accept me... i guess you won't get those." he signals to the bag with his eyes and looks back into your eyes deeply. a full blown smirk adorns his face, the 'next period' completely out of mind.

"wait, i didn't mean that, come on!" you retorted. how could he speak to you like that? you were the famous y/n, who would not confess to you? you take the roses and chocolates out of his bag, and shove it into his hands. "now do it, properly. say how much you love me and what you find hot about me."

"i know you have guys all over you all the time, but they're all just desperate and weak. i ain't like them. i'm confident and i know what i want. and what i want is you. you're absolutely hot, and nobody else is gonna have you. so yeah, i want you, and i'm not takin' no for an answer."

lips crash and feelings form, you taking the first move. tongues moving and doing more to express more than words. you both knew you both wanted this. he switches positions and puts a leg in between yours, making it unable for you to escape. his thigh rubs against yours and he gropes you, out in the hallway, where anyone could see. but no one was around, and that was all that mattered (you as well). he breaks the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your lips.

"y/n, please... i need you so much right now."

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

The Horrortale's and their S/O are going to a trip. Whatever trip it is and the skelly get a discount senior for their age. Which one will be offended or taking by suprised with it? You can include the other for fun if you want. 😄

(sorry for my english, its a bit bad)

Horrortale Sans - ???? He looks at you. You're not that old? What's that guy saying? When you say that you think the guy means he looks old, Oak is even more confused. Does he? But he's not even a century old? Why is that even that guy's business? Urgh. He has a headache and it's not even 10 in the morning, please have mercy on him. You know what, he takes the discount. Just so that man shuts up and stops arguing.

Horrortale Papyrus - He doesn't say anything because he's way too polite and doesn't like to talk to strangers, but you know him enough to see it hurt him a little. He's still a young adult by monster standards, so, yeah... That tells a lot, uh. He's down for a few hours and even a bit agitated, but you cheering him helps to calm his anxiety and completely forget the incident after a bit.

Horrorswap Sans - Nugget is not amused and tells the guy it's funny coming from a man that going to die 500 years before him. You slap his arm and asks him to be nice, but Nugget just grumbles and refuses the discount anyway. He's not old and he's not apologizing. That guy was rude to him first.

Horrorswap Papyrus - Pumpkin is a bit surprised that guy thinks he's old. Sure, the lack of jaw... And the tons of scars... And the fact he's limping and walking a bit like an old person... Ok, yeah, he can sort of see why someone would think that so he's not too mad. But still, don't judge disabled people, that's rude. He signs that to the guy... Who clearly doesn't understand sign language. Welp. Fine then, he guesses... He'll take the discount... But that doesn't mean anything!

Horrorfell Sans - A discount is a discount lol. That trip costs an arm, and he knows that because he's already missing one. He doesn't mind paying less, call him whatever you want. Eh, you know what, he can even pretend he's a grandpa to walk slower during that hiking planned in three days that he really doesn't want to do lol. Oh, he's not going to tell you that before it happened. You'll have to deal with his attitude at that time.

Horrorfell Papyrus - Old? Who the fuck are you calling old?! Chief starts to scream at the guy in offense, but you don't have time for this so you just thank the guide and drag his wheelchair away as Chief screeches to let him go down and threaten to find that poor guy again. He's pouting for a few hours after that and insults the entire human race, which offends YOU a lot now.

Horrorswapfell Sans - He doesn't answer because he thinks the guy is talking to someone else. The man just thinks he's a little deaf so he kneels and screams at his face that he can have a discount because he is old. Bear jumps in surprise and growls angrily at the guy. He hates people coming in his face. Just because he's blind doesn't mean he's deaf! And he's not old, you ableist little shit. Just because he's disabled doesn't mean he's 2000 years old. Or are you treating all monsters like that? Be careful, he might really not like what you're about to say...

Horrorswapfell Papyrus - Well. Tiger doesn't like strangers talking to him, even more rude ones. He decides to simply ignore them. If they insist and grab his arm anyway, he lets go a threatening low growl and shows the big pointy teethies. Leave him alone, he didn't ask for your opinion. His S/O is talking to you, isn't it enough? Why do you need him for to begin with? Urgh, humans are so annoying and clingy. And he's the old dependant one, uh? Look yourself in a mirror.

Honorable mentions:

Swapfell Sans - Are you insulting him? Because he knows when people are insulting him. He has money, he doesn't need your pity. Actually, you know what, he paying for everyone on this trip including that human! You beg him to reconsider but Nox won't listen to you. His ego was hurt in the process, he's not letting that go. You're quite desperate and already contemplating eating pasta for three years thanks to him.

Fellswap Gold Sans - ... The audacity of this bitch?! Wine is very offended that a human is talking to you like he's some sort of baby and asking you things concerning him thinking Wine can't answer them. You can feel the tense magic everywhere around you as Wine is doing his best to not destroy the absolute hell of that guy. He knows it's vacation time, but vacations are supposed to not be stressful, and right now he's quite the opposite of that. He still walks on that guy's foot with his high heels on purpose as you two leave the building.

Farmtale Sans - Ok, yeah, sure. He can be whatever you want for a little discount. Life on the farm is hard you know. You know what? His S/O is very old too actually. Look at them, looking sad and unable to work in the fields because it's too much. Clearly too old. When the guy asks if you're not 30 or something, Sam asks back if you're really trying to pretend he doesn't know what he's saying right now, and how much it's discriminating for monsters. You end up having a discount as well lol. Sam is quite proud of himself for scamming that poor guy.

Mafiafell Papyrus - What did you just say?! Tell that to his face again! Don't you know who he is? Do you think you can talk like this without consequences?! He's going to shut that business down! He doesn't even like humans in the first place. The guy asks why your grandpa is barking all alone behind the window. You tell him to not worry about it. You know what this is! Dementia at old age, and all of this... Yeah, you better hope Torpedo is not reading on your lips right now. Or that might cost you a lot lol.

[happy-clone-trooper]

late-night Poptropica OC intros and world headcanons…

hey everyone! so… i’ve been coming up with my own canon/interpretation/additions to the not-so-consistent and concrete lore of Poptropica (more of the in-game stuff rather than the books FYI) it’s probably gonna sound super silly, but eh. lemme have fun! :P

so, i realized how there isn’t really any explanation on why your lil’ guy goes around on a blimp and collects medallions… and so i’ve created an lighter-than-air-vehicle-centered guild where Maroon, my main Poptropica OC is a member of, and earns medallions through!🏅

this is all still a WIP, but here’s what i’ve got so far:

in the guild, aspiring pilots learn to fly, maintain and/or build airships, as well as carry out missions to different islands that they can choose to do that are presented on a mission board, and are paid upon completion. a majority of them are cargo transport jobs, but there’s odd job offers, and even more riskier ones like spy missions. they are all set up by other people, companies, organizations, traders/merchants etc.

if a Poptropican completes notable missions, they earn a medallion as well as getting paid. it gives them an incentive as well as bragging rights! 😎

but yeah! i have some more stuff on it, but that’s the basics. i don’t want this post to be too wordy

anyways, onto my two main(ish) OCs, Maroon Ring and Aster! (i still need to figure out a last name for her LOL) if she doesn’t look familiar to you, that’s bc i lowkey forgot about her, oops…. i’m finally starting to work on her again! oh, and she went by a different name previously.

Maroon: my main gal you’ve probably seen! she’s a seasoned airship pilot and guild member with her own ride, the Waxwing! 🌟 she joined the guild to get away from taking upon the family’s pawn shop, and she doesn’t regret a thing! though, on her travels, she sometimes finds herself marooned, (ha get it?) which has led to some interesting counters both on land and air…and had the misfortune of coming across a fleet of Sky Pirates…

speaking of which….

Aster: the cunning captain of the mysterious but formidable fleet of Sky Pirates that she leads across the skies of Poptropica! any unlucky air travelers who crosses their path will be captured. despite her stern look, Aster has humble seamstress origins, and creates custom clothing for her crew. yay! 💜

side note: i came up with the Sky Pirates for the 2020 dream island contest, but never got around to finishing anything. so, i’ve made them a part of my own ideas! yippee!

anyways, that’s it for now, lemme know what ya think! i’ve really only shared this all with my friends who aren’t into Poptropica, so i really could use some input from u all! 🫶

[teamfortresstwo]

Why tf Odysseus singing “All I gotta do is open this bag!” Like that.

[clockworkreapers]

extra tftgs stuff i have on hand that i either like or am working on for later...

[rystiel]

sorta not-too-shitty stepdad stan takes tate fishing

(he’s that weird guy who’s always with his dad when tate visits on the weekends after his parents’ divorce)

[xxplastic-cubexx]

if i had a nickel every time magneto, charles, and amelia were all featured on a cover that framed them as having a wack love triangle then im sure im missing more than just these two but im still baffled i naturally found two so easily anyway

[refluxtheidiot]

silver painting i made in painting class for funsies

[chasedeys]

I need your thoughts bc i’m trying to write a story & obviously we ‘know’ how joemarr’s relationship is but do you think joe and ja’marr (separately or together lol) are closer to tee or justin?? AND how do you think their relationship is with both guys. because for me sometimes it’s like joe is tee’s big brother but idk… help. please.

hello!!! (so very sorry this took. so very long. but it's here! and i rambled way too much but at the same time nothing of substance on this sort of 😭)

in a completely non pushy very excited way what fic are you writing hehe any mention of a joemarr fic in progress and i perk up like a lemur. no pressure though keep it all to yourself I'm just nosy lol

and i feel like you are completely free to decide who's closer to who based on your own fic's direction?? like me personally it depends 😭 cannot be definitive for the life of me. i myself have totally sometimes Cartoonify friendships just for the Sake of the Bit you know? but like not too much or it just gets disrespectful and annoying and i try to stay true to their character or whatever really i don't actually know these people lol

the Vibes that i sense and also some i've made up completely in my head are kind of like this:

over the years, i feel like joemarr have grown wayyyy closer to tee and have grown apart from justin. and that's to be given really considering they're now teammates with tee and justin is in a whole other team making whole other moves than them! and that's okay! they aren't made to be forever linked together, they're their own people, making their own marks in the league! but they're always going to have that 2018-19-20 lsu insanity with them and i am always going to mention that in my fics! and nobody's going to forget that college run i fear 2019 lsu is kind of legendary lmao these three are always going to be asked about each other and their pasts linked to each other no matter what and that's honestly really beautiful if you think abt it.

ja'marr and tee -> god these two. i think ja'marr is just. so obsessed with tee. just. incredibly fond of tee. unwilling to let him go. incapable of being chill about him (like he is about anybody who has somehow hit certain standards that only he knows). and i went on a spiel here where i suggest you read bc it's weirdly more well written than what i wrote here 😭. basically, i think he looks up so much to tee because tee is someone who he gets to let his guard down and be just a team player with. does that make sense. it really honestly boils back down to comparing it to justin and that sounds bad but i don't know how to explain it better?? that sounds kind of wrong tbh arhgrhgrh. it's like with tee he doesn't have to keep clawing for his spot or compete as much or whatever. like tee is clearly such an amazing wr, clearly a wr1 caliber player like ja'marr, yet he doesn't fight with ja'marr over his looks or plays or spot like justin does with him, which has to be like a breath of fresh air for ja'marr and he's said it himself all 'tee is the most unselfish player'. like that means something to him. ja'marr cares so much for tee's opinions, tee constantly singing ja'marr praises and ja'marr being so sooo silent whenever tee goes on a rant abt him like he doesn't know what to say he just hugs tee with one arm and says appreciate you so quietly (HE DOES THIS A LOT WHEN HE GETS COMPLIMENTED BTW. DO YOU NOTICE THIS. and there's so many fucking clips of them just wrapped around each other after a tuddy just!!! so cute.), and ja'marr known outrageous mother hen ja'marr chase making (speculationnnn) tee change agents and taking him to his massage therapist (in his fucking houseeee i went on a rant here god this is still so crazy to me) and nagging at tee in his mic'ed up moments so many times that feel good play good thing like. he tries to big brother tee so much when tee's the one big brothering him you know 😭 it's so funny god their dynamic is so fucking funny to me. (ja'marr tries so hard to be mature and captain-like whatever and he is good at it you know but 😭 with tee and joe and like all the bengals vets like mike h and sam and even with yoshi whos the same age as him yk it's so very clear he's the baby lmao.) he's trying so hard to take care of tee, keep him safe and well and healthy and with him, doesn't want him to leave. OH AND they went to this showroom thing where they shopped for stuff and ja'marr went with tee (!!!!!!!) and asked tee's opinion for a belt or something and tee was all dude just choose whatever you want it's soooo cute god they're so cute to me (there was also that fucking loverboy beanie im obsessed with that ja'marr didn't even glance at im so pissed. im so fucking pissed what do i have to do to get him to wear a cat beanie this shit is serious to me) like ja'marr wants to know what tee thinks!! he values his opinions!!!! even for fucking clothes!!!! god. and he knows he plays better with tee with him on that field okay, he says that with tee he doesn't get double teamed as much, and he while he's proven that he plays just as well without tee, that piece of comfort having another wr1 with him (his best friend!!!) has got to be something he wants to keep for eternity (ahahaha, verbatim ofc).

joe and tee -> joe dotes over tee lmao you can't deny that man is besotted (ja'marr is too actually 😭 they both are it's completely understandable but at the same time you just have to close your eyes and wince bc that's embarrassing. please chill the fuck out you do not need to laugh that loud over a single sentence from tee. but again: completely understandable because tee is tee. like that batman hard knocks ep. tee said one fucking sentence and joemarr just. rolled over showed their belly panting it's embarrassingggg) he's soooooooo starry eyed over him, so shamelessly coddling (?) that game hug nuzzle the first time, the broncos game where it looked like he bit his neck, this pre season's training camp (?) laughing sooo freely with tee, every sentence out of him these past few weeks on tee staying in cincy 'tee is a NEED', etc etc like i know you said he's acting like tee's big brother which i agree with completely 100% but it's also like he can be such a little brother with tee!! it's like he can let go and not be a responsible person with tee idk does that make sense. joe totally acting like tees older brother but the thing is tee is doing it right back he's just chiller about it like he doesn't have to think too hard on it unlike joe who thinks he has to be this guy 24/7. it's like joe is unused to having such a down-to-earth sane (still hilariously unhinged but sane you know) guy who makes good choices when he's been stuck with guys like ja'marr and justin who are kind of. well. so he can let up and have tee take care of him for a change! well this isn't like this 100% of the time obviously but you get where i'm going with this right (god I'm so sorry this is a mess) also tee's like. really fucking funny and sweet and joyous to be around is there really any surprise that joemarr are smitten with him lmao. i think joe tweeted something abt playing with tee for a long time when they got drafted together?? kill me. no really kill me.

who do you think brought up that tee should just change agents to ja'marr's lmaooo do you think tee brought up his agent being so fucking argumentative that ja'marr tells him to tell him to fuck off and just switch to his. and then they all go dead silent about this including ja'marr because it was one of those things that he said without thinking. like literal light bulbs going off above their heads at the same time before they start scheming shit calling lawyers and ja'marr's agents at like 2 a.m trying to figure shit out 'playing chess'. or did ja'marr and tee discover this first like 'oh??? we can?? do it probably??' and call joe frantically like can we do it and joe hangs up on them without saying anything and the got so fucking offended only for joe to turn up in their place (either one idk) one minute later probably breaking the speed of light and boom. ja'marr has his claws on tee and he's not letting go ever.

joe and justin -> while yes i said that joemarr grew apart from justin i feel like joe is like the type of person to just. be shameless in reconnecting with people he's grown apart from. while ja'marr is. very petty. lmao. i think joe is just very shameless when he reaches out to people. he, like ja'marr, is insanely loyal and values friendship to a concerning degree. he keeps contact with practically any person he grows attached to and texts them regularly and by that i mean that even if he gets ghosted or there's a ridiculously long period of dead silence between them he still texts first like 'hey bro long time no talk u in town do you wanna watch the new spongebob movie tomorrow' and bulldozes through the awkwardness like he doesn't even see it. which works with justin!! who i think kind of sucks at keeping in touch with people (like ja'marr, see below sooo sorry this is so shittily structured) and he hangs out with a lot of people during the offseason no? (its sooooo fascinating to me how he's sooo introverted and technically a hermit but he's also suchhhhh an outgoing little busybody you know and constantly reaches out to people first? like to gronk????? who does that.) including justin who has the same agent! having the same agent works wonders in keeping the connection no doubt too lmao. the paris fashion week thing etc. i think i've said it before but joe falls in love with every teammate he's ever gotten close to and that very much includes justin jefferson who helped him achieve his Insane Ambition of getting the natty so he's not letting him go even the slightest bit really. also qb-wr connection is practically something otherworldly really so really something to keep in mind when writing quarterbacks with former teammates they've thrown to lol. especially joe, who's kind of crazy 😭. i mean look at all his wristbands and sweatshirts and moving to lsu and hanging on to the playoffs by the skin of his teeth and all that jazz. he does Not let go easily. truly an interesting man to write.

ja'marr and justin -> those type of near aged siblings who fight over the weirdest shit and get stupidly competitive over everything and disgustingly annoyingly overly smug over a win that they get into stupid fights one minute only to slam open the other's bedroom door the next hour saying excitedly 'bitch i got free coupons for ice cream' and the other immediately goes 'DAMN RIGHT let me drive' completely forgetting that they were fighting and then the cycle repeats all over again. you can see just how disgustingly close they were together during lsu and that's not really something that just goes away even through time you know? but i do believe they've both grown individually as people and maybe they wouldn't get along as well now as they do then because again, they've been pitted against each other over and over and over and fucking over oh my god but the love they have for each other is clear as they really when you take in account all they've been through together. and i've said up above how their entire thing has been drenched with Competition and that's different with ja'marr's thing with tee and that's not to say that he doesn't enjoy the competition with justin he clearly loves it lmao he wouldn't be such a good player in the league if he hates it lol. more said down below because again, very shittily structured :)

justin and tee -> they should date idk (i think i had a fic idea for them somewhere in my writing tag ehehe)

on the lsu trio specifically lol didn't know how to insert it up above so:

i think justin and ja’marr are both the type to be shit at replying to texts 😔 like sure they'd text you and stuff but. they ignore so many texts whether intentionally or not. they've both said they don't talk with each other etc etc haHAhaaHHAa pain. if i may Speculate: they both probably tried texting on the regular but suck sooooooo bad at it it just peters off (is that the right fucking word oh my god why is the english language so fucking difficult that is literally a NAME) pathetically like ja'marr texted tuesday 8 p.m and justin replies on saturday 11.59 pm to which ja'marr replies to that at wednesday 1.25 a.m do you get me. and they can't standddd this type of shit 😭 kind of low attention span kind of deal and also losing interest on the text convo and having so much shit going on irl that they just don't really text anymore??

joe is like the opposite of this he replies to texts late max 2 days tops but he’s just shit at text talk. absolutely 0 flair to his words. desperately needs to learn tone indicators but people he texts have grown completely used to this and either accepts they will never understand him or, like ja’marr and justin and tee, somehow understands him 98% and bulldozes through his awkward texting and also shits on him liberally. but even if people reply to him late he'd just continue with the convo completely dead serious abt it uncaring how long you text and never the one to end convos and that's weirdly how he keeps such close contact with people he hasn't seen in years??

that's not to say that justin and ja'marr don't vibe with each other anymore lol it's kind of difficult to let go of what two years of practically living in each other's pockets being the Best at what they do. it's just they've also grown so much apart and bloom into way different people than who they knew each other to be. the random ass rarri truck comment is still so confusing to me though like. are you two okay. what was that. did your agents tell you to do something. could you two please interact irl again so i can obsessively analyze whatever the fuck you got going on actually. maybe make out on camera too idk.

also they have such the shittiest friendship humor that only people in their circle would get you know 😭 constantly shitting on each other (ja'marr does it in front of cameras while justin knows pr talk and actually exercises it well. hence the amount of people shitting on ja'marr for saying shit they themselves have said and joke about their friends. pisses me off.) and outrageously competitive people who are undeniably the best at what they do getting compared to each other constantly and their history of ja'marr technically having beaten justin during college and coming into the league with justin breaking several type of records while ja'marr breaks a whole different set of records etc etc just 😭 do you get me. i am so Sensitive about these two pls nobody touch me about them im sorry..........

joe and justin having the same agents and then tee and ja'marr having the same agents is kind of crazy tbh. tee and justin should date just for this quartet to go straight into Messy.

disclaimer this is all pure Speculation and just me making shit up tbh using my Noticer Glasses that gets cloudy from my own delusions so take this with a grain of salt!

ALSO during college i think it's like. justin was really close to joe bc they're the same year (?) right seniors or whatever closer in age and they're clearly best friends. but justin and ja'marr were like twin flames, same position, and they're kind of insane abt each other during college lmao that one clip post natty win of justin leaning back to ja'marr is like burned into my head. and ja'marr was sooo unsure abt joe at first and joe was kind of way too intense without saying a single thing to ja'marr but just staring at him while justin was like the bridge between these two!! that's like a whole other thing about joemarr and justin that's sooo fun to write about truly i love Speculating lsu days crushes and justin being a little shit about them. (lsu ask i swear i'll finish answering you one day auguauguhsuhg)

[utilitycaster]

I would literally rather walk into the ocean and never be seen again than scrounge around for approval for my fandom opinions from random strangers and bite people who didn't give it like some kind of starving rat and I must admit it shocks me that this is not the normal train of thought for everyone.

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How are we doing people of tumblr/j/silly

Personally I'm making oc angst OC ANGST BLAST GO💥💥💥💥💥💥

[toru-saynomoree]

i love your merman tooru and diavolo au? any ideas what kinds of mers the other villains of the other parts could be?

Hhihihiiii!! I'm so glad you like my "almost" au! :D ♡ Well, I've also drawn Kira as an axolotl mer for my friend who loves Kira (i just tell to her that i made him like that cuz at first i thought Killer Queen would be an axolotl, yk pink colour, and well then it was done lol), I just haven't posted it here because that's not the purpose, but I'll take advantage of the moment and show it + octopus diavolo too! (deformed, im bit bad at anatomy U_U):

I haven't thought about the other villains yet, to be honest, I only have a particular interest in Toru and Diavolo, and a little bit also Kira hehe. Anyway, if anyone has an idea, send it to me i would like to read them!

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scare the hoes more and keep yapping about ekky (& others) getting used to maffhew, it delights me. and say even more about how sasha handles this feral and sweet omega that gets dropped into his orbit. smth smth “feels like i’ve known him 10 years” or whatever vows sasha recited to the press, cameras, and god

apparently we are taking more tumblr user ratatatastic abo yap thoughts for 500 may god hear our screams up wherever he is. big man in the sky you fuckin owe me one.

i think theres so much in particular to say in concerns of 1619 and how quickly they gelled irl but even more so in an abo au

ive always enjoyed when people assign matthew stronger scents that take getting used to if you don't like it already and i know ive read a fic where his scent notes did skew towards stronger cinnamon foods/drinks

anyways on that note it wouldnt surprise me that sasha takes so easy to this spicy little omega.

Like of course he does, he smells like the pastries he used to eat back at home, the pastries he eats now because he's found an established Finnish bakery down here that makes them homemade every morning, the bakery he likes to frequent with the other Finns when he can.

Is it ever a wonder that the cute omega that sent him such a terribly sweet text when the trade news broke out (you know, after the initial excitement worn off because Sasha does chuckle at memory of the brash "Fucking, right!" that pinged on his phone the very first time from an unknown number) smells like... home... No matter all the rumours that have swirled around Matthew, the rumours Sasha has personally experienced himself playing against him...he smells nostalgic. Like Sasha could be at home right now—you know, home home—lounging outside his cottage with tea and pastries on the little table that he's set out. The warm cinnamon that wafts from the typically sterile room they've assigned for pressers smells divine, for lack of a better word. It smells indulgent. Because Sasha can't have those homely pastries all the time, what, with his training regiment.

It's why he doesn't quite believe it that Matthew's the one that's the centre of it all. He's absolutely convinced he's hallucinating because the season is about to start and he's had to cut back on all his favourite sweets as much as it pains him to but for the betterment of the team? He'd do anything. And yet despite the way he rubs at his nose to at least try to clear it, he smells that cinnamon. That cinnamon that's definitely coming from new omega they traded over who's laughing so obnoxiously at the lectern they have set up that if his scent didn't catch your attention, his loud mannerisms certainly did. His voice is practically bouncing off the walls in big loud echoes that should hurt Sasha’s ears. Emphasis on should. As it is he finds his heart melting more than it should instead.

It's been quite a long time since someone's scent has moved him this much. All the people that have, have been in his life for so long he's forgotten what it's like to feel instant scent compatibility. His nostrils are flaring and he's trying his best not to open his mouth to huff in big gulps of it because it's rather impolite to be so obviously scenting the new guy. It could be misconstrued as Sasha taking offence to the new presence in the room.

Some part of his brain is still trying to catch up to the idea that Matthew even smells at all because the first time he met him (down here for some joint offseason ice-time) he didn't particularly smell like much, if at all really. Whether it's because he put on blockers to not intrude on pack territory until he smelled more like them, or he was still on suppressants even in the summer, Sasha wasn't sure and he definitely wasn't going to ask about it.

Known him for 10 years? He feels like he's known him his whole life. But 10's a safe number, 10's a number that won't scare off this new omega, right? 10's a number that conveys "As Captain I want this to work out, I'm opening up my pack for you, I won't shun you, you're welcome here," and not "If I stick my nose in your neck right now to scent you, they're gonna have to forcibly evict me from the new home I've found in you, and it's not gonna be a pretty outcome."

It's also why he's a little nervous when Media Day is over because despite how much it dragged along in years past it practically blitzed by and now Sasha has to—

You know, properly scent the new addition. Give them the purring acceptance of their Pack leader's scent to carry with them. And it's nothing big, it's just some chaste wrist rubbing... something subtle and not too overwhelming for everyone: the pack, and the newcomer alike. It's not like Sasha is going to mouth at Matthew's neck glands. He doesn't think he can even handle that right now but that's a problem for future Sasha—for when Matthew is really part of the pack and not like a goldfish in a plastic bag being dunked into an aquarium to get used to the water temperature. He just has to rub his wrist against his, it's like basic Alpha etiquette. It'll be fine, mostly. He hopes.

And it's as anticlimactic as he thought it'd be: gentle reintroductions and reignited chatter of excitement about the new season that's about to start... maybe just with the new lingering scent of sweet and spice in the background as if someone lit up a candle without Sasha even noticing it. It's a struggle to keep his eyes from closing from how heavy they feel, from how relaxed he feels in the presence of this new omega he knows has pissed him off on several occasions as composed as he was about it.

Matthew presents his wrist in a flourish successfully managing to divert his attention back to what they're supposed to be doing all alone like this in the dressing room like this, "I'm sure you've been dying to do this huh, Cap?"

Sweat starts to break out at the back of his neck. He knows? Sasha doesn't think he's been sending off any signals that could've hinted otherwise but Sasha admits that he's well out of practise, he hasn't had to reign in his scent this much in such a long time, and maybe Matthew picked up his weird fixation—

Matthew waggles his eyebrows for extra effect an offbeat later when the joke doesn't seem to land the way he wanted it to.

Oh, thank Christ, he's just teasing him. It's a joke. He doesn't actually mean it in the way Sasha thought he meant.

"Yes. Yes, I have," Sasha chuckles in relief, shaking his head at Matthew's attempt to lighten the mood.

"10 years, or so I've heard, bud."

"You heard? Uh, listened to the..." he trails off.

"Kinda hard not to when the setup made it sound like you were in the middle of the Earth, my guy. I don't think my ears are ever gonna recover from that."

"It's the first day for everyone," Sasha lightly chastises, not particularly aggrieved at all but wanting to keep up the banter to stall for time, so he can prepare himself. Quite honestly he feels like travelled back in time to the young anxious Alpha he was breaking out into the league for the first time.

"Be gentle, I bruise easily."

"Right, gentle. I'll treat you better than my clothes on the delicate cycle."

"Is that supposed to be a line?" Matthew says in glee, his voice pitching into incredulity.

"Line like fishing?"

"Oh, come on! You know what I'm talking about! You've been in this country long enough to pick up on that!"

"Yes, yes, that."

Matthew shoves at his shoulder playfully. "Just go on and do the thing already."

"Doing the thing."

Matthew snorts but his wrist is limp in Sasha’s hold. And as much as it was a dumb joke he does feel delicate between his fingers like that. So delicate that when he rubs his own wrist against his—to transfer over their pack scent—he feels like he's going to break it if he holds onto it for too long. It's why he drops it as quick as he took it, hands scrambling to his sides in an effort to remain polite but also to get a handle on himself so his pheromones don't go haywire with the new stimulus. It's a bit of a losing battle because he knows his scent just. But he can play it off as the excitement of an Alpha being able to claim another member to his pack, it's a possessive kind of thing.

"Well, see you around! Call it a hunch but I have a feeling we'll be seeing more of each other." And the joke wasn't funny the first time, truly the equivalent of leaning on the office fax machine and going "You come here often?" to your coworkers who just want to get their work done—and just as sleazy too with the greasy grin Matthew has permanently stuck to his face but Sasha still laughs like he did the first time he heard it.

And it's only now that Matthew is gone that Sasha realises the room smells strongly of cinnamon, so potent that anyone with a working nose would be able to tell that. Like Matthew was doing his best to ease Sasha’s obvious nerves when Sasha should've been the one to calm the omega who's been uprooted from their own pack and thrown into a completely new environment, himself.

"Jesus, it reeks in here. Smells like cinnamon," Aaron wrinkles his nose, wandering back in after his own media duties were done, finding Sasha all alone in the locker rooms.

"It does?" Like he can't tell the room smells like the equivalent of someone knocking over a Yankee Candle into an open fire.

"Yeah, like an awful lot." Aaron scrunching up his nose, trying to fight off an incoming sneeze. "It's strong," he says without thinking, swallows before his eyes shift over to Sasha and then to the floor, "Not bad just... strong..." The I can get used to it is left unspoken between them.

"I like it," Sasha admits because if Aaron is confessing to things without thinking then he might as well too. They've known each other long enough.

"I can tell." Aaron snorts, "You reek too."

Sasha lets out a questioning little noise, tilts his head to the side as he silently urges Aaron to continue.

"You have no idea what cinnamon and cardamom smell like together, do you? I feel like I walked into a bakery when I should be at the gym right now."

"Is that bad?"

"For you? No, of course not," Aaron's eyes soften, and while his scent wasn't anywhere close to abrasive, it does lighten up just a tad bit in the presence of his pack Alpha. "For me? I'd rather dunk my head in a bucket of coffee beans." A bit of an exaggeration on Aaron's part but the wry grin he has on really adds to the fact he's just joking—just a little, maybe there's some truth hidden in there. He knows how Aaron is, the way he tries to downplay anytime he bristles about something. Peace and vibes, and all that.

So Sasha can joke as well, "Forsy's stall is over there," and motions his head towards it across the room.

"Oh, hilarious."

"If I was funny I would say jock."

"You know, what? I think I will hit the gym today, thanks for reminding me."

"Mmm, anytime." And when Aaron's half out the door he adds, "Ask the staff where they put the jerseys we used today!"

"I'm going! To the gym!" he echoes back, not bothering to turn around as he shuffles down the hall in a hurry, and decidedly not going in the direction of the gym. It's not surprising when he hears chatter pick up and shoes scuffing briskly into the direction of the laundry rooms.