#but also also. i probably won't have time to do either

[nugatorysheep]

What your favorite SU character says about you but it's just mean as fuck

Steven — How is being a mentally ill, people-pleasing queer going for you? Did your mommy issues and anxiety resolve themselves yet or are you still avoiding therapy?

You either disliked or were neutral about him until he got a neck. You think Future is peak cinema (correct) and can't understand why everyone else hates it. You have a better grasp on this show's characters and themes than most of the people who watched it.

Connie — You were likely the gifted kid in school but a total burn-out now. You either see a lot of yourself in this character (How are those helicopter parents of yours doing? Have you gone no-contact yet?) or you're a normie and boring to sandbox with. Probably both.

You've got a lot of Feelings™️about her and if people don't agree it causes Problems™️. In case no one has told you yet, stop caring what other people think. Your constant virtue signaling to appeal to other normies is a crutch that's just holding you back. It's okay to have fun!!

Stevonnie — You want to fuck this character, though you'd never say that out loud. You like Steven and Connie; maybe you like one more than the other, but you like both at least a little. If you're using them for shipping you're the only person in the entire fandom doing whatever hyper-specific ship you've latched onto.

Rose and or Pink — You really suck as a person! Or you used to suck but you've gotten a lot better and we stan! If you're the former you almost certainly have terrible takes on this show (but not in the way people might think), sorry, I don’t make the rules. Either way, you gotta stop finding ways to bring her back, dawg. She's gone.

Greg — You're a man (positive) and gay as hell. Gentleman on the streets and a fucking freak in the sheets. We stan. Pop off king <3

Garnet — If you headcanon her as acespec she is not actually your favorite, Ruby and Sapphire are your favorite, but you like them both equally so you just say you like Garnet. If you headcanon her as anything else you're definitely shipping her with one of the other gems, probably Pearl or Jasper.

Amethyst — Super chill person. Would be in most people's dream blunt rotation. You're a live and let live kinda guy and I respect that, but you also have no hills you'd die on so you're not the first person anyone goes to if they need serious support. You can get away with misinterpreting this character (on purpose or accidentally) because it's hard to say things about her that most people won't just shrug at and go "yeah that sounds right I guess"

Pearl — You're annoying as hell. You see yourself in this character and that's not a good thing. Your social media presence gives off the same energy as every white woman's Instagram profile. If being a victim was a contest you'd take home the gold.

You think everyone is out to get you. They're not.

You think you're being persecuted. You're not.

Most people who see you from a distance and don't know better think you're alright, so you're probably pretty well-liked in public. The only people you will get along with in close quarters are all walking mean lesbian stereotypes.

Peridot — You're annoying as hell for a different reason. You see yourself in this character too and that is a terrible, terrible thing.

She's your pfp on every website and app that will allow it. Your lifeblood is this fucking character and e v e r y o n e will know it. You're weirdly possessive of her and the hyper specific headcanons you made for her (even if you don't say that) despite every grass-fearing autistic person on the internet projecting onto her, so ironically you don't like other Peridot fans, which always ends up with you sitting alone even on websites with millions of people on them.

90% chance you're a furry, otherkin, therian or think you have DID. You think you're misunderstood, and in some ways you are, but the reality is most people don't speak dog and don't have the time or energy to learn. You need to go outside and learn to speak cat whether you want to or not

Lapis — You don't like Peridot fans or kinnies, which is weirdly in-character. You're the biggest hater but you don't hide it and I can respect that. You think Lapis is a victim, but you're only half right. You would probably fall for propaganda if it was dressed up fancy enough.

Jasper — You want to fuck this character, full stop. There's a 50/50 chance you're chill af or the most insufferable person on the planet. If you're the former you're friends with a lot of people. You float easily from one group to another, but a jack of all trades is a master of none, and you're no one's first pick if they're looking for someone close. You probably hate Lapis and her fans but you should really just let that shit go ngl

Spinel — You need therapy (derogatory) and you're making that everyone else's problem. Despite the clown aesthetic you're not very funny to be around and you should get a better sense of humor. You project onto this character way too hard and it shows in your fandom habits and headcanons, but most of the time that's fine

Like Spinel, you're a little two-faced. Some people pick up on that right away and some don't. The people who do hold you at arms length until you make it clear which clown you'd rather be. You hate it when people ship Spinel with any character besides your favorite pairing, but you'll never say that out loud unless it's a ship the people you're talking to don't like.

Blue Diamond — You're a man (derogatory) or a minor who doesn't actually understand anything about this character yet, and would immediately fall for any and all forms of propaganda

Yellow Diamond — If you think she is wearing a helmet you're a man (derogatory) and you expected things out of SU that were never gonna happen. If you think it's just hair you have a much better grasp on this character than 90% percent of SU's fandom and I'm platonically kissing you on the mouth.

White Diamond — You're a man (derogatory) or an incredibly based and sexy queer.

The Zircons — You like Ace Attorney, or would like it if you haven't played it yet. You're making them kiss sloppy style. UwU

Lars — You probably didn't like him until after he died. You will defend this boy with your fucking life. Also you should just…. go watch Star Trek if you haven't. Seriously what are you doing—

Sadie — You're an oddball. Very lax though. You have complicated feelings about Shep

Peedee — You're a little quirky, a little freaky, but you're too scared to just say that. You desperately need some fun in your life, but the people around you make that difficult. Eventually you'll find the folks that are worth hanging around. See you on the flip side :)

Ronaldo — You're the type of person this character is based on and you take it in stride. If you're shipping him with Lars, you're the only person who's opinion on this character matters.

Kevin — I dunno who hurt you but you have a terrible taste in men. You only have fun in bed if it involves a damn near human rights violation

Mayor Dewey — You're normalbirb

Any other townie — This is a trick question! No one has these as their favorite lmao

[literaryvein-reblogs]

hiii, i am writing my first book/novel. its highlighting d***th, romance, mystery, politics, pretty questionable characters w revenge, thriller and lots of women n power play. its my first book and im not that educated about such themes. but this rough plot i have in my mind is so beautiful that underperforming this excellent trope would be a shame....ive never written before so could you please what to do to actually write this kinda theme to my heart's satisfaction. I've never written a freaking chap before and now im really lost

Writing Ideas: Revenge Tropes

some tropes related to revenge, thriller, women, and power play

Afterlife Avenger: This trope involves the circumstance where a character explicitly still chooses to pursue conflicts against whatever's left of their hated target long after they've passed.

Best Served Cold: Named for the French (or Sicilian, or Klingon, or drow, depending on who you ask) proverb, "Revenge is a dish best served cold." At least in the case of drow, it also means one can have well-planned revenge and drive them mad with fear as a bonus.

Crusading Widow: The death or murder of their significant other motivates the character to seek revenge.

Defeat as Backstory: A protagonist (or some other character's backstory) in a story begins by having been defeated either before the story began, or early on in the story (often in a prologue).

Dying Curse: With his dying breath, a character wishes ill fortune upon his killers, or some other personal enemy.

Pay Evil unto Evil: In real life, the sort of thinking behind this trope is called "retributive justice".

Revenge Through Corruption: Instead of inflicting physical harm, the villain attacks the mind and soul.

Villain-by-Proxy Fallacy: When someone goes after not only a crime's perpetrator, but those who supplied the perpetrator or were otherwise marginally connected to it, whether or not the people involved had anything to do with the actual crime.

Woman Scorned: A woman who's been dumped, cheated on, or otherwise done wrong by her significant other (or, in some cases, merely thinks she's been).

Examples

Alexandre Dumas's The Count of Monte Cristo, probably the greatest revenge story of all time.

In the original version of Beauty and the Beast, the Prince's widowed mother goes off to fight a war and leaves a wicked fairy to help him rule. When the Prince comes of age, she tries to seduce him and turns him into a Beast when he refuses her advances.

In Moby-Dick, Captain Ahab makes it clear throughout the book that he'll pursue Moby Dick to, into, through, and out of Hell, and even then he still won't be satisfied until the whale suffers forever for its slight against him.

Crime and Punishment: One of the antagonists of the novel, Porfiry, works as a police officer and interrogator, which usually would qualify as a good-aligned job. As you further witness this officer's tactics in catching criminals, you see him commit to bribery, thievery, death-threats, and psychological torture to force an admission. Furthermore, he seems to actually enjoy it, toying with amateur criminals like a cat torturing a wounded mouse. The justification, of course, being that the victim of this was a murderer, and therefore deserves it.

George R. R. Martin's Fire & Blood: After the war, Lady Joanna Lannister has a beef to pick with the Greyjoys, who've taken up raiding the coast, including killing a few Lannisters. She decides the best course of action is go to the Iron Islands and kill every man, woman and child she can find. She just settles for burning a lot of things and abducting one Greyjoy, gelding him and turning him into her fool.

Feyd Rautha Harkonnen receives a Dying Curse in Dune. After killing a combat slave in the arena, his opponent's final words are "One day one of us will get you." Given that this fighter is not just a slave, but one of the soldiers from the army of the Harkonnen's blood enemies, the Atreides, this may be prophetic.

In A Song of Ice and Fire, Arya Stark's conflation of justice and personal vengeance leads her to Villain-by-Proxy Fallacy. While many of people on her death list certainly deserve to be brought to justice, such as the Tickler for torture and Weese for abuse, others were merely acting on orders, such as the Hound, doing their jobs or are just guilty by association. Cersei Lannister is on her death list for being involved in the execution of Ned Stark, but Cersei wasn't complicit in that activity, and even spoke out against it. Same with Ilyn Payne, who was just doing his job as the royal executioner. The real mastermind of Ned's death, Littlefinger, is not on the list. Meryn Trant is on the list for killing Syrio Forel, but there isn't any evidence to confirm the crime. Polliver and Dunsen are on the list for flimsy reasons, like stealing. She has Chiswyck murdered for the crime of not being as funny as he thinks he is (granted, Chiswyck was joking about a gang rape, but that isn't the reason Arya cites as his crime). The conflation of justice and vengeance, and how that conflation leads to this trope, is one of the key themes of the entire story.

Queen Dido in The Aeneid, who prophesies that her and Aeneas's people will meet again in war (the Punic Wars — her future, Virgil's past). Particularly tragic in that it's made fairly obvious that he'd have stayed with her if he'd had the choice.

Sidney Sheldon's The Best Laid Plans: Leslie Stewart plots to ruin the career of Oliver Russell when he leaves her at the altar to marry a woman whose father promises to further his political career.

The Hunger Games: The Pay Evil Unto Evil trope is discussed all the way through Mockingjay, and reaches its culmination when President Coin suggests either executing all Capitol citizens or forcing their children into the Games.

Source ⚜ More: References ⚜ Writing Resources PDFs

Hi, here are some tropes I found related to the themes you described. You can find more in the source linked above. Study how it is portrayed in different types of media, and in your favourite films/books, to gain inspiration for your own story. You can take the rough idea/plot you already have, and try to incorporate techniques and tropes used by other authors, but then deviate from borrowing those ideas when your story starts to flow naturally. All the best with your writing!

[luigis-wetdream]

Your with Luigi at an appointment for his back at the hospital and he’s horny as FUCK just touching you kissing up on you while your in your exam room waiting for the doctor. “Need you now, baby”😭

before you read, please know this is the first thing I've written after going through a lot of health, relationship and mental challenges since being back :) trying my best but it will get better!! Hope you guys like!! (also for future requests I do indeed like writing blurbs more than one shots so take that as you will)

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no but think about BEFORE the appointment when you were teasing him about how big his dick looked from his morning wood but didn't have time to fuck due to the 7am appointment Lu had.

"babe we won't be late, I'll be quick" he would say rubbing his dick into your ass while u brush your teeth.

you spit out the rest of the toothpaste with a, "get dressed, Gi"

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at the hospital they have him shirtless to see how the incisions healed after surgery. and as doctors do, you were left in the exam room by yourselves for 20+ minutes.....

"I need you now baby" Lu whines, and who are you to deny him?

MAYBE you sucked it for bit while they were running in and out to check his fluids. OR maybe he slipped those fingers into your wet pussy while they were waiting for the post-op x-rays to come back...

either way, when you two got home, his back was probably in worst condition from how hard you rode him on the stairs leading up to the bedroom lol. but no matter the pain there is one thing that never changes,

that dick is HARD to fit in you. and he made sure you felt every inch of it :)

[delopsia]

How do Bob and Rhett celebrate Valentine's Day? What do they get for each other? Their shared beloved?

Valentines! Omg I forgot that was coming up soon 💕🌸I think I got a little bit carried away with this one 😔

Rhett

Rhett's a bit of a blank canvas when it comes to Valentine's Day. The closest he's come to celebrating the holiday was back in elementary school when his momma bought him a pack of Valentine's cards for an event his teacher was hosting.

He didn't even think about it until y'all were standing in a checkout lane together, and you noticed one of the employees putting out a Valentine's chocolate display.

You haven't the slightest clue about it, but the only reason you manage to beat him to paying for your items is because he's in the middle of a cold sweat.

And here he thought he wouldn't have a problem with remembering all of the important dates and holidays. What the hell does he even get you? He thought the animatronic duck was cute, but you wrinkled your nose at it the moment it started singing and dancing...

The initial idea is that he'll pick up something every time he runs into town for errands. He'll gather up a bunch of small stuff until he figures out what the 'big' thing should be.

A little plushie that reminds him of you, another of your favorite animal, the candies he remembers you saying you enjoyed, a bag of chips you were munching on during his most recent rodeo. He gets bored waiting for his dad to show up and welds a small flower out of bolts and screws. It turns into a bouquet.

By the time he realizes that taking you to dinner and a movie is probably the safest option, he's got a hoard of gifts stashed away in the passenger seat of his truck. The worst part? They no longer fit into the little red basket he bought.

At first, you're thinking that Rhett's way of celebrating Valentines Day is a little bit more cliche than you'd anticipated.

He takes you out to your favorite restaurant, surprises you with a little stuffed animal on the way to the movies. There's a small basket of candies waiting for you when you get home and a little bouquet of wildflowers that he spent the whole morning collecting.

Up until you mosey into the kitchen the next morning, half awake and poking at the coffee he made before he headed off to work, you think that the celebrations are over and done with.

And then you open the cabinet to find a pink plush elephant looking back at you. Because what you didn't know is that while you were sleeping, Rhett scattered all of your remaining gifts around the house.

There's a box of chocolates on the couch. His welded flowers are resting below the television and take you thirty minutes to notice. He's slipped a bag of handmade hard candies into your chair in the kitchen, there's another stuffed animal in the bathroom sink. A keychain hangs from the door hinge, and a fluffy blanket lurks in the closet.

It just becomes a habit of his. Every Valentine's Day, he takes you out for a cliche night plucked straight out of the movies, and every morning, you wake up to a scavenger hunt that gradually becomes more intricate over time.

And maybe you do occasionally miss a gift and rediscover it months down the road, like the box of candy that remained hidden behind the bowls until mid-May. But hey, that's just part of the fun!

Bob

Bobby, for as intelligent and forward-thinking as he might be, is severely under-prepared.

For months, he's been looking at the date on the calendar and telling himself that, yeah, he's got this under control! It can't be that difficult to celebrate a holiday as simple as Valentine's Day.

...come to find out, that's easier said than done.

Everything he thinks of is either fully booked or it's something he knows that you won't enjoy. There's a carnival in town with a bunch of Valentine-themed games, but it's also ridiculously cold outside, and he's not about to freeze you half to death in the name of a romantic holiday.

Your car breaks down and winds up in the shop with a steep repair bill. Bob knows what he'll do; he can take you out to dinner and surprise you by revealing he's fully paid it off and gotten you those new tires you've been needing!

...and then you call him one afternoon, excited to report that the repair shop mixed up a few customers and that your bill was significantly smaller. You already paid it off and just need him to take you to pick it up.

There's a pair of shoes that you mentioned you really liked. The day before he plans to go and buy them for you, you find a coupon and buy them yourself.

He finds a figurine from your favorite TV show, then realizes you've had the same figurine on the shelf this whole time. He starts planning a mini-vacation; your coworker goes on maternity leave earlier than planned, and work is so understaffed that they can't approve any time off until she returns.

He plans to buy you the videogame you were talking about; you buy it for yourself. He spends an afternoon looking for a new kitchenware set because you're down to two remaining bowls; your friend gives you the set she's had for years and never opened.

Why are you so damn independent?

And then he comes up with an idea. He goes through his camera roll and prints his favorite pictures he's taken with you. Both the ones of you together and the pictures that he's quietly taken while you weren't paying attention. On the back of each one, he writes a memory of what was happening when it was taken and hangs it from a pink braised string with a tiny clothespin.

Problem is, he braided the string too long and doesn't have enough pictures. So he adds to it by picking up a disposable camera and taking pictures of all the things that remind him of you. A butterfly that landed on his boot, a cat whose spot looked like the first letter of your name, a restaurant you both hated, the sunrise from the backseat of an F/A-18 because you once asked him how it looked from so high in the sky.

On the way to a casual dinner reservation on Valentine's Day, Bob runs back into the apartment because he 'forgot' his wallet. What you don't know is that he's hanging his string of memories from the ceiling, using command hooks that he installed while you were in the shower.

Like Rhett, he tricks you into believing that dinner and the stuffed animal in the passenger seat are the celebrations. Until you walk through the front door, you haven't the slightest clue that they're just the beginning 💕

Both

Together? These two turn it into a game, and you're just as in on it as they are. It's hard for a holiday to be complicated or boring when it's just a lighthearted game that's going on between the three of you.

That being said, their methods of celebrating are about the same as they are when they're separate. Rhett enjoys collecting a bunch of small things to tack onto a casual, intimate night out, and Bob loves to create something meaningful that will be remembered.

Thing is, nobody is allowed to know what the other is planning.

You walk into the house after running errands and catch sight of Bob scurrying around and rushing to hide his arts and crafts project before you can catch a glimpse of it.

Rhett slinks around the house like a damn feral cat with something fluffy trapped in the front of his work jacket. What is it? You and Bob have no idea, but while he's walking up the stairs, a box of candy hearts falls out of his pocket and explodes like sugary confetti.

Because there are three of you, everyone has to decide beforehand on how celebratory meals are going to work. Do you want to do just one big dinner? Should all three of you collaborate on that, or should one person be in charge of it? What about scheduling three dinner reservations across February? Or what if, instead of just dinner, you each take breakfast, lunch, or dinner and make it a full day of celebratory meals? The possibilities are endless.

Rhett always finds a way to weld together some stray nails, bolts, and chunks of scrap metal into a small airplane. He always uses the same format, places the same pieces into the same old places, but each plane always manages to look a little bit different once Bob puts it up on the shelf with the other ones.

Bobby, on the other hand, goes out of his way to use Cecelia's recipes and makes the raspberry jam and cherry pies Rhett grew up eating. They're the one thing he always talks about missing, and over time, Bob has been able to convince Cecelia to share those top-secret recipes with him.

Notably, with these two, it's only a matter of time before someone suggests going out late one night and buying a bunch of candy and cheap Valentine's-themed trinkets that will inevitably wind up on its respective holiday stash.

Chocolate? Hard candy? Heart-shaped cookies with red and pink icing that are a dollar more and taste exactly the same as the ones sitting right next to them. Boxes of limited edition flavors of candies that all three of you hate but convince yourselves will be better this time.

And then there are the themed recipes that Bob finds and convinces you and Rhett will definitely be worth making in the end: sugar cookies, strawberry cheesecake parfaits, chocolate bark, and those microwave mug cakes that always look incredible on the package but come out looking like crimes against society...

[skimmingmilk]

reread Archie issue 4 where Sonic and Tails fight about Tails dad in prison and Sonic hooking up w Fiona and was wondering if you'd ever have them fight like that in your work? Admittedly your Unleashed fic is one of my favorites because they're arguing, even if a large part was due to Sonic being more influenced by negative emotion. I love all your work, that one just stands out to me most because of the tension!

Hi anon, I'm assuming you're talking about the House of Cards story arc?

First, thank you! I'm glad moments like that in my writing stand out to you <3 I enjoy writing tension as much as I do comfort, lol.

Now, I haven't read much Archie myself. I've heard there are some good stories in there, but I just had a hard time getting past the art style in the earlier issues, even as a kid, so didn't ever get into them. I do know of Sonic and Tails's fight though, and I have to admit, I'm not the biggest fan. For me, it feels like a missed opportunity to have them fight about something that actually makes sense for them to be at odds over.

Sonic and Tails don't fight or argue that often, so when they do I feel like it should be more meaningful. I really can't see either of them making the decision that they did which led to that fight. It's just not believable to me, and maybe it's because I didn't read all of the build-up in the issues beforehand, but to me there are more satisfying ways to put them on opposite sides of an issue that fits their characters better. But that's just my perception of them. Others may feel differently!

That being said, it's probably safe to say I won't have them fight like that in my fics xD I don't really like when they fight fight, and they don't like it either! I like to give them opposing conflicts or disagreements, but they both love and respect each other too much to let it get much beyond that.

They can get frustrated with each other, they can want or need some space, they can snap at each other in the heat of the moment, but it’s all so brief. Tails is more likely to hold grudge, sure, but Sonic won’t. It’s not worth it to him. Sonic might be said to have a "quick temper" but he doesn't really tend to dwell on things. If Tails makes him mad, it’s a matter of minutes before he’s brushed it off and moved on. Water under the bridge. And while Sonic’s not great at apologizing, he’s very good at making it hard to stay mad at him. It helps that whatever he did was likely unintentional, he rarely wants to hurt someone’s feelings (unless it’s Eggman lol). All it really takes for Tails to “get over” the occasional spat is for Sonic to just see him. Meet him where he’s at.

Even in the Unleashed fic, they're snappy with one another because they're both sleep-deprived and Tails is reacting to stress with more stress, while Sonic's reacting to the stress by flat out ignoring it's existence. As soon as Sonic realizes Tails is actually upset though? He's backing down, he's not pushing any more buttons. He doesn't want to be on the other side of an issue from Tails, he wants to be right there beside him. So they can get through it together.

There'll definitely be more moments like that between them, because I do love the tension, too, but in terms of putting them in a position where they'd physically fight each other or that actually threatens their bond? That's probably not going to happen. At least not when either of them are in their right frame of mind. Tails knows there's no way he'd win a physical fight with Sonic, and Sonic also knows this. Or, well, Tails might win, but only because Sonic would refuse to hit him xD I'm sorry, for me, there's no universe where Sonic thinks beating up his little brother is an a-okay way to solve any conflict with him. Archie might not have the bullying backstory for Tails (I don't think it does?), but since my fics do, Sonic would never intentionally lay a hand on him, even in self-defense. If Tails is mad enough to hit him, then Sonic figures he's probably got a good reason for it.

Thanks for the ask!

[mmaurysiek]

Alastor was great at making the egg bois feel important and stay relatively safe (safe from other overlords and himself), and he left them to play with literal garbage, didn't he? and he also send one egg boi to sneak around.

Alastor only had to entertain the egg bois for a few hours at best, too

my personal experience with emotionally immature people specifically — tells me that it usually depends on:

- the social mores (what kind of punishment is considered acceptable),

- the urgency of the situation (are they pulling a child away from a rushing car or are they explaining how to paint a fence)

- whether the child's temper is compatible with theirs

like, a mature enough adult won't fight a child, but many immature adults will fight some children rather than any/all, depending on how much they like a given child.

Alastor did hold his temper down (if barely) in these few hours when the egg bois went asking him subjectively invasive questions in public. would he be able to hold it down indefinitely? i don't know. quite possibly not.

Alastor's "parenting" of the egg bois reminds me of my beloved grandpa who, as a social worker friend summed up years later, essentially trained me to do his job for him. (and Alastor, given more time, would probably have the egg bois running more errands.) in my very subjective experience, grandpa was the best! — I always knew where I stood with him, he always listened to my feedback about the work and he either tested it or explained why I was wrong, etc. —

— at the same time, my older sister was low-key afraid of him because he used to hit her when she was already upset (my guess is that he did it because she was upset — arguably the worst way to calm down a child with panic episodes; no, back then there was no systemic support for mental health) —

— so yeah, I can see Alastor as capable of hitting a child, much like half of the main cast probably, if circumstances align; not until after he tried to persuade in other ways, but still more readily than hitting an egg boi that he's supposed to keep whole – after all, children aren't as breakable as literal egg shells; and please correct me if I'm wrong, but wasn't stuff like e.g. slapping children's hands totally socially acceptable where / when Alastor and most other characters are from? (it still appears socially acceptable in some pockets of the USA.)

I really like Alastor and the Egg Bois. Like, that time he told them to stay outside, he could have just been like "no, you're not allowed in the meeting." Instead he indulged them by telling them to stay and GUARD the entrance, knowing damn well they'd be useless guards. He just said it to make them feel like they had a purpose??? He had NO REASON to, he just did it. They totally would have listened to him either way.

[queer-crusader]

Leaving in 1.5 hours and haven't packed my suitcase yet. This is fine

[krysmcscience]

I have some questions about karaoke night, Alex Hirsch. Very Important Questions. Which I will happily scream at a poor hapless baby triangle who can have no answers for me, and possibly also does not have object permanence yet.

Follow-up that is I guess suggestive, but let's be real here, Bill's a fucking triangle:

Dude slipped right into his birthday suit, lmao

this is so stupid :D

Anyway, I don't care what anyone says, this brilliant individual knows what's up - Bill is absolutely way more of a monsterfucker than Ford could or ever will be, full stop.

[mymakuu]

Chapter 4!

(I think this one’s mostly filler because my school work was crushing me this week, im sorry, also a huge portion of the italic and bold words were lost in this chapter as well as the others)

“we can talk about this over breakfast! Your new cyborg parts should still be adjusting to swallowing, but they have foods you can eat, by now you should be able to swallow smaller solids.”

this wasn’t exciting to Raiden. Being humiliated was enough, walking around Desperado with Sam’s hand on his back had made him lose his appetite. Monsoon and another employee walked by.

“you two look like a cute couple!”

Monsoon’s joke made Sam take his hand off Raiden’s back.

“I'm just making sure he doesn’t run away”

“if he does we can disable his legs”

Raiden’s eye shot open

“You can what now?”

“You’re still an enemy to us Jack, we had to make sure we couldn’t do anything extreme.”

Raiden had NEVER hated Monsoon more in his life, he started to shake again. Sam reached out to put his hand on his shoulder but Raiden punched him right in the jaw. When Sam stumbled back Raiden tried to go after him again, but Monsoon grabbed Raiden and the employee with him grabbed Sam and helped him stand up. Before Raiden knew it his entire cybernetic body had gone limp.

“(lords name in vain, and the d word) RAIDEN! WHAT THE (h word) IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”

Raiden couldn’t reply to Monsoon; his bottom jaw was part of his cybernetics so it was disabled too. The employee who was with Monsoon was now wiping blood off Sam’s nose, it looked bruised. Monsoon got right into Raiden’s ear before speaking.

“You're an employee here now. If you don’t want to be treated like trash you don’t ACT like trash. If you're so scared of being disabled then stay in line. I won't hesitate to toss your useless (a word) into scrap metal, got it?”

Monsoon dropped Raiden and let him slump down on the floor like a discarded doll. It was probably better not to push Monsoon’s buttons, and with that came Sam’s buttons, Khamsin’s buttons, Sundowner’s and Mistral’s, and EVERY other useless cyborg soldiers’ buttons. Any step out of line and Monsoon would probably tell everyone in California his secret. Raiden was finally able to stand up, but with that came feeling pain again, a pulsing electric shock throughout his entire body was the most present. He weakly stood up, Monsoon grabbed his hair and yanked him up like a scruffed puppy. Monsoon then turned to Sam who was still rubbing his nose and asking the employee if it was, “really that bad” and if the bleeding had stopped.

“Sam if he puts ANYTHING out of line you tell me. We could use some more scrap metal anyways.”

Monsoon then said something to his employee in another language and they both walked away. Sam finally stopped rubbing his nose and looked at Raiden, he looked mad.

“I expect better out of you. I spared your life time after time and all you do punish me.”

Raiden opened his mouth but Sam shushed him.

“I won't scrap you on your next mistake, but I won't hesitate to cut your other arm off either. We’re not enemies anymore.”

Sam pushed Raiden a little, suggesting that they should get walking again.

“if you falter that easily at a simple comment then I’d hate to see how you handle a real fight. We don’t use VR on our grown soldiers here, but then again you're not acting very grown”

Raiden stayed quiet, Sam and Monsoon had a point. It was a point he was fond of but it was true.

“Stand straight. We’re going straight to training.”

Raiden pulled his head up, he still felt a little woozy from having his body parts disabled, the pulsing shock hadn’t left either. He felt too sick to eat but too hungry to train, and Sam wasn’t going to go easy on him now that he’d punched him. The training room wasn’t too far, it was the same one where Raiden had cut that punching bag, the memory set back in again, the room got dark and Raiden felt weak, Sam looked over and noticed.

“what’s wrong?”

Sam said something after this, but Raiden couldn’t understand. Raiden’s vision suddenly blurred and before he knew it he was in Med Bay again, this time he was sitting up in a chair with 3 IVs in his arm.

“What happened there?”

Sam was trying to hide his panic, but he wasn’t that good at it. Sam put his hand on Raiden’s shoulder and looked into his eye. the sun was hitting Sam's eyes so perfectly, that they went some vicious to a soft caring deep brown. Raiden couldn’t help but look into them, it was like indulging on something sweet. Raiden just stared into them for a while, until he felt his face get hot.

“you passed out. What happened?”

monsoon was there too, his employee wasn’t, and sundowner.

“Raiden, what happened?”

Sam took his hand off Raiden’s shoulder.

“I'm sorry… I must have pushed you //too far//”

Monsoon began to talk over him

“Are you even a soldier? You pass out after just stepping into the training grounds? maybe //we should just toss you-//”

Sundowner started to talk over him.

“was it because of your prior training?”

After Sundowner said that everyone started to talk over each other, it all got very confusing, and loud. Raiden’s pupil darted between the three of them until he locked his eye with Sam again. He looked into Sam’s brown eyes and imaged them as Rose’s. her loving, deep, brown eyes. He couldn’t believe he was dead to her, to the whole world. This was really his new life now. He snapped back to reality, looking into Sam’s eyes, just then he heard Sundowner's voice say something abhorrent.

“you're lookin’ into his eyes an awful lot Jacklyn”

Suddenly the room felt frozen. Monsoon looked at Sundowner, Sam and Raiden looked away from each other, everyone looked shocked or confused. Monsoon faked an awkward smile before speaking, his accent suddenly slightly thicker than normal.

“Sundowner let’s not use nicknames yet.”

“right.”

Sam still looked embarrassed.

“you can probably stand up now Raiden.”

Raiden stood up, and wobbled a bit but managed to keep his balance, Sam reached out to catch him but a judgmental look from Sundowner made him pull away.

“he can stan don his own.”

Sam nodded and stood back. Raiden stood up straight and looked up at Sam as Monsoon grabbed his arm and pulled the IVs out.

“Are you even qualified to be doing this?”

Monsoon ignored him and kept wiping his arm off with rubbing alcohol, then he wrapped some bandages on it.

“We should probably go back to training now…”

Sam was trying to avoid eye contact, but he finally looked up at Raiden’s face, not his eye.

“We don’t have to do it in the training room. We can practice out- “

“not a chance”

Monsoon interrupted Sam.

“Raiden isn’t leaving the facility unless he’s in chains.”

Raiden glanced at Monsoon, he was serious. The thought of training outside and running away hadn’t occurred to him yet, knowing Desperado they probably had beds of land mines and walls of barbed wire outside, maybe they'd only be child-sized to keep their hostages from escaping.

“He’s not going to run away. We can disable his whole body remember?”

Monsoon nodded and then looked at Raiden.

“Fine. Train him outside. Just keep him away from the Rose bushes”

Monsoon smiled after saying this, for being the leader he was just as immature as a middle school boy, it was a wonder he was married out of any cyborg here. Monsoon saying this also meant he had probably gone through Raiden’s medical records after he was taken in, which made Raiden hate him even more.

“Alright. Come on Raiden, I’ll show you the outdoor training grounds, it's much cleaner than the indoor ones!”

Sam put his hand on Raiden’s back and started to walk with him again, he seemed more excited, whether it was to train outside or because he was getting away from his bosses was up for debate. Raiden still felt a little sickly from his Med Bay trip, Sam kept pushing him until they got to an elevator. It smelled like vanilla, and the lack of music made the place feel desolate. Sam finally took his hand off Raiden’s back, they just stood beside each other a little awkwardly and waited for the doors to open again. The elevator ride was a little long, or maybe it felt longer because Sam was there, or it was the IV wearing off. Eventually, they got to the roof of the World Marshal building, it was a helicopter landing but there were no helicopters there, just a plain empty area.

“We can duel up here, just you and me Blondie.”

Out of all the nicknames, this was the best. Sam put his hand on his sword holster, Raiden realized he still didn’t have his half-blade, and Desperado cyborgs had a much sleeker design compared to Maverick Security cyborgs.

“your sword is gone. But you can use this one”

Sam handed him a wooden training sword, it seemed so unfair that Sam got a real katana while Raiden was stuck with a training sword, it was too small anyway.

“don’t worry”

Sam pushed on the trigger of his sheath, and a wooden sword popped out too.

“can’t have you losing that arm again, cost us a fortune to repair it.”

Raiden looked down at his arm, and then back at Sam, who was now smirking at him.

“oh, by the way, I have a surprise for you.”

Same walked over to him, getting right face to face with him. Then he reached up and pulled up the bandages around his eye.

“I don’t know if you noticed. But we fixed your eye too. And it doesn’t look like Monsoon’s snail eyes, don’t worry.”

“Snail eyes?”

“you’ll see later, let's get back on track.”

Raiden was now looking into both of Sam’s eyes. The color reminded him of a jaguar's eyes, and he only just now noticed that one of them was lazy. He reached up and touched his eye, feeling it over a couple of times and messing with his eyelid until Sam spoke again.

“I thought you'd realize after the first day. I guess you don’t use your mirror often”

Raiden hadn’t really looked at himself in the mirror in a while. It got harder and harder the more cybernetics he got or the more missions he was sent on. After “joining” Desperado it got near impossible to even think of that. Sam finally stepped back and drew his wooden sword.

“Focus Blondie. I want tough soldiers here.”

Raiden wasn’t used to having depth perception, it felt so odd, he had gotten used to only having one eye that it was odd to have 2. He drew his wooden sword and ran towards Sam. Sam instantly undertook his blade and twisted Raiden around so he fell over like a puppy.

“that’s your first mistake, you charge in expecting to chop away at your enemies, but you don’t put too much thought into it.”

Sam Pulled Raiden up and hit his legs lightly. Raiden stood up straight and tried to attack Sam again, but Sam deflected all his attacks.

“you’re self-taught, right?”

“you already know that”

“I'm pretty sure our child-brains could see that. You're sloppy.”

Raiden Stayed quiet. Sam had been trained on the blade since he was a child, and it had been passed in his family for generations, maybe it was time to shut up and listen.

“And that “tool of justice” thing? You need to drop that. Your sword is a weapon, and weapons are used for acts of violence.”

“That's not true- “

“Did blood not spill when you fought for justice?”

Raiden stayed quiet and thought for a bit. There hadn’t been a time when his “justice” didn’t involve the loss of a life.

“But- but those didn’t matter. They were raising child soldiers.”

“what makes a life matter to you Blondie”

Raiden opened his mouth but no words came out, he just paused for a while, thinking…

“what you do with it. Does a life matter if it's only used for killing the weak and innocent?”

“mmm… you make a good point Blondie. But remember what Monsoon taught you.”

Raiden didn’t want to think anymore, about anything, he was up here to duel Sam, not think about morals and life. Besides, being in desperado meant he didn’t need those morals anyway.

“Can we just get to fighting”

“You're fighting with your own mind; how can you fight me?”

“that’s beside the point”

Raiden slammed his wooden sword into Sam’s side and then bonked his head with it.

“you let your guard down.”

Sam stood up.

“Oh, so we're playing that game?”

Sam came towards Raiden and hit his armpit hard, then swung his sword around and nearly hit his eye.

“memories flooding back eh pretty boy?”

Raiden brought up his sword and attacked Sam’s center, then he repeatedly slashed at Sam’s torso and legs. Eventually, Sam deflected his attacks and grabbed his sword in between his palms, his grip was surprisingly strong, and it took a lot for Raiden to pull his sword out of Sam’s grip. Sam started his attacks, they were hard and nearly impossible to dodge or parry. Eventually, Raiden stumbled back and Sam grabbed his head and lifted him by it, he threw Raiden down, and just then realized his mistake. Raiden groaned in pain, and Sam lifted him by his hands.

“Raiden! Are you ok?!”

Raiden used Sam’s kindness to his advantage, and he yanked Sam down to the ground and pushed his sword to his throat.

“You're too cocky.”

Sam pushed Raiden off of himself easily and then brushed himself off as if he had just come in contact with something dirty.

“And you care too much.”

“I’m your mentor. Should I not care?”

Something about Sam being his mentor still brought that empty dry feeling to his stomach. He didn’t see Sam as anything more than a smudge on his visor. Before they could continue their duel, Sundowner came up from the elevator.

“you trainin’ him up here?”

“you said outside.”

“I thought you meant in one of the gardens!”

“he would destroy our gardens.”

“well go train elsewhere. Some of us have work to do.”

Sam took Raiden’s wooden sword off of him, and they started to walk to the elevator. Sundowner finally stepped out and let them in, Sam pushed the button to the bottom floor, it would be a looong ride down from there.

The ride down was mostly quiet until the door opened on the 15th floor and someone else got on, it was the employee that was with Monsoon earlier.

“Hi Sam”

“Ola.”

Sam nudged Raiden and got in his ear to whisper, “That’s Monsoon's wife”, Raiden looked at her and whispered back, “She’s short”, before continuing their elevator ride in silence. Eventually, she got off, and some other employees who all said hi to Sam and gave Raiden dirty looks got on and off, Khamsin even got on at one point, but he got off shortly after. The elevator stopped at the first floor and Sam guided Raiden to get off.

“I'm not allowed to give you a full tour of the base yet. But we can find a new place to train for now.”

Sam took Raiden’s hand to guide him but quickly let go when he saw Monsoon walk past. Monsoon looked at them, it was hard to tell what kind of look it was, but if it was Monsoon, it usually wasn’t a good look, but he kept walking.

“do you guys do anything, or do you just walk around?”

“Some of us stand around.”

Raiden gave him the blankest expression he could, and it was easy to do so since that joke was worse than being nicknamed “Jetstream”. Sam chuckled at his joke and felt no shame for doing it alone, eventually he stopped and looked at Raiden again.

“come on pretty boy. I know a place.”

My first ever fanfic!

Criticism is appreciated 

Raiden joins desperado AU

Raiden gripped the concrete as hard as he could. Shaking in pain as his blood spilled out of his chest. He reached for his weapon in a final attempt to endure it, but it was quickly kicked away.

“Are you finally done?”

Monsoon said while stepping closer, his metal feet against the concrete caused Raiden’s heart to beat faster, so fast that it was all he could hear.

“what can you even do now? Stand up. Show me a man.”

He felt Monsoon’s Sai hit his chin, not a light tapping but a slam.

Instead of giving up in that moment, Raiden forced himself to stand up. His vision was incredibly blurry, it was impossible to see Monsoon’s kick to the legs until he slammed his head on the concrete. The last thing he heard was the ringing, a loud ringing that faded into a beating, almost like a heartbeat.

Most of Raiden’s memories had completely faded like sand in the wind. But the heartbeat brought something back... something sweet, and comforting. The heartbeat no longer sounded like his own, but his mother’s.

It brought back memories of his mom rubbing his forehead back when he was very young, it was soothing… Raiden had completely forgotten about his failed battle until the ringing came back. When the ringing came back the feeling of a hand on his forehead didn’t go away, in fact, the hand felt warmer and larger than a mother’s hand. Quickly Raiden shot his eye open and saw his enemy, Jetstream Sam, rubbing his forehead. Raiden started to struggle against it but he couldn’t move, making Sam laugh.

“Nice try pretty boy”

he finally took his hand off his head

“those EMP shots we gave you won't fade for HOURS”

“WHERE AM I?”

Raiden couldn’t hide the panic in his voice, that tough cyborg façade was about to be washed away, which Sam found amusing because he laughed again.

“you’re at desperado! Do you really think we’d let a valuable asset like you die on the dirty floor? You’re trash, but-”

“shut up Sam. I’m not here for small talk obviously…”

“well, you’re here for a reason pretty boy...”

“are you going to tell me?”

“am I?”

Sam was toying with him, clear as day. Raiden scowled and decided it was best not to entertain a clown, so he just shut his mouth. Disappointingly Sam wouldn’t mimic this action.

“Have you seen your new parts yet?”

Raiden looked down, he did have new parts, red and black with the Desperado logo on his right thigh.

“what the (f word) is this?”

“your new look pretty boy”

“stop calling me that”

“you don’t like it? The logo I mean.”

The armor was beyond beauty. There wasn’t a word strong enough to describe how pretty it was. Maybe it was just the look of fresh armor, or perhaps it was the scarlet accents. It wasn’t that big ugly logo that’s for sure.

“no”

“ah you’re lying pr- “

Raiden quickly cut him off before he could spit out that nickname.

“what happened? Why is your logo on My leg?

“Well, I was getting there if you'd stopped being so catty.”

Raiden finally shut up and started waiting for Sam’s explanation. Sam put his hand to his chin and gave Raiden one of his snarky smiles. Suddenly being dead on the concrete sounded better than this. Sam was taking way too long to speak at this point, so a headache started to form in Raiden’s forehead. Raiden pushed his head back on his pillow and groaned.

“well since you want to know so bad…”

Sam chuckled again

“you put up quite a fight, we couldn’t let a pretty thing like you go to waste. So instead of shooting you dead then and there, we dragged you into the building and took you to the med bay.”

Sam put his hand on Raiden’s new logo.

“they gave you some new parts, monsoon tore yours up pretty bad. We decided that desperado could use someone like you…”

Raiden opened his eye, Sam's eyelids were hung a little. Not in a tired way, but in a relaxed way, it was unnerving.

“so. I'll give you 2 options… you either join Desperado, as one of our cyborgs, or we use you for scrap metal. It's up to you pretty boy”

Sam's hand was still on the Desperado logo. Sam finally took his hand off and then put it back on Raiden’s forehead, which seemed to soothe his headache a bit. This choice wasn’t hard at all, ANYONE with a moral backbone would rather die before joining a company like DESPERADO! Maybe even people without a moral backbone. Raiden was about to say his answer, but the sliding doors opened before his mouth could. He couldn’t tell who walked in by footsteps alone, they were more clicky than sundowners, but too snippy to be monsoon, and not squeaky enough to be Khamsin’s, which meant it had to be…

“Ola Mistral, come to visit Raidey?”

Raiden felt his body tense up at that awful nickname, his stomach even churned every time it echoed in his ears. Sam could tell it was making Raiden sick, so he slid a metal bucket over beside the bed with his foot.

“visit?” mistrals voice was smooth like a cup of Assam tea. But to Raiden, it sounded as smooth as the noise the bucket made on the floor. “I wouldn't say visit. I'm here to see if he weighed his options”

“He was just on that.”

“Sundowner wants an answer by tonight, any later and we’ll scrap him.”

“We can wait a bit, he already acts like scrap metal.”

“Very funny Sam, but its Sundowner’s word is what we follow. And don’t run from the heard unless you want to be mutton”

Sam was quiet for a bit, in the desperado hierarchy, Sam was at the bottom, he was new to desperado and it showed.

“talk to him, Sam. I want the word by tonight. Monsoons on call today if you need him.”

“yes, ma’am. I'm on it, ma’am”

Mistral’s heels clicked on the metal floors as she walked out of the room. It wasn’t until the sliding doors closed that Sam started talking.

“Please Raiden, just join”

“and why should I? you bunch are just a bunch of moralless terrorists. I’d rather d- “

“No, you wouldn’t. come on Raiden, just join, it's better than what's coming if you don’t”

“why would I listen to you”

Raiden attempted to spit at Sam’s face to keep him away, but Sam just put his hand over his mouth.

“I’m not taking no anymore. You're joining. Welcome to Desperado Raiden.”

Raiden felt an indescribable emotion. Anger? Sadness? Something entirely different? Whatever it was it made him throw up. Sam helped him do it in the bucket while holding his hair back too. Raiden didn’t take this as a kind gesture, after being forced to join an organization a bundle of flowers would feel like a bullet to the brain.

I'm sorry Raiden.’

Sam put his hand on an IV bag full of something blue, turning up the dial a bit. Raiden felt his head getting light and airy, and he started to wobble, before he knew it, he was out cold.

When Raiden finally opened his eyes it was dark out, the room would be pitch black if not for the medical equipment’s glow. He heard what sounded like porcelain cups clicking on each other, and heels on the ground. He noticed that one of the lights in the room was moving, it was a faint red glow. he didn’t put much thought into it, realizing that the EMP shots had finally worn off and he could move now was much more interesting. Raiden sat up and was suddenly making “eye” contact with Monsoon. The man who put him in this situation. Neither of them said anything, it was just an awkward silence for a minute or so before Monsoon set his tray down.

“You're up early.”

Raiden didn’t respond.

“I brought you some green tea”

Raiden still didn’t respond. Anything coming out of his mouth would be out of irrational anger now. He could feel his arms shaking in anger at this point. All he wanted to do was dump that hot tea on Monsoon’s face and smash the cups on his teeth.

“calm down Jack.”

Raiden stayed quiet, being called Jack wasn’t helping him calm down. He raised his arm to grab a cup but his headache had gotten worse, and it had spread to the rest of his mind by now. Monsoon picked up a cup and moved to the side of his bed, putting the cup to Raiden’s lips and making him drink it.

“don’t spit it out. It’ll help that headache of yours.”

Raiden kept it in his mouth without swallowing, the chance of a Desperado member poisoning him had gotten lower, but not low enough for him to swallow.

Monsoon set the cup down and got off the bed. He walked to the other side of the room to grab supplies from a cabinet.

“I knew your secret, Jack.”

Monsoon saying that suddenly made him swallow, he choked a bit but got over it fast. Whatever secret it was didn’t matter. If Monsoon knows it's over for him.

“you couldn’t ‘show me a man’ because you're not one.”

[a-dotrivenitupontop]

barry:

sally:

[outlying-hyppocrate]

i have officially returned. ask me anything.

[selfinflictedgunshotwound]

men are so disappointing in so many ways i know i shouldn't expect most of them to be dignified humans but it's crazy. i need to get over this guy he's making my sense of self crumble even faster than it usually does. like he's just so unlike my usual type and i'm pretty convinced he's stupid and slutty and not discerning whatsoever. not to mention boring like i know even if i did have a chance with him he wouldn't Get Me at all so it's a bigger waste of time that usual and i'm actually pretty tired of men in general and definitely tired of parasocial relationships because they drive me insane for months typically. thankfully it's only been like 2 weeks if that at this point. idk. sigh. i know literally virtually nothing abt him as a person and ofc liking any public figure who you know nothing about is only setting yourself for heartbreak and disappointment to begin with bc you already know nothing is gonna come from it but. in a way it's almost addictive to become obsessed with someone and not be looked at with the same level of scrutiny. i don't think anyone in real life would ever try to get to know me as much as i try to get to know people who i'll never even meet. lmao! but that's the thing... idk... i have a lot of love in my heart and it consumes me and i reject my pride usually when i'm into someone. i want to know more... like VORACIOUSLY consuming anything with information about them involved simply because i think knowing someone is a very deep form of love but of course you can never truly know anyone. not completely. and that scares me i think which is why it's always probably been easier for me to never really TRY to be with anyone or have anything real. idk. this turned into me psychoanalyzing myself real quick but SOMEONE needs to bc i need to understand what the fuck is wrong w me.

[rintinningvt]

Started watching the Bayverse movies with my besties and... Are we just too gay for these movies??? Admittedly we only finished the first two and got through a quarter of the third, but the second one was such a drag to sit through at times and it probably doesn't help that we do NOT care about Sam that much. I hope that there is a character arc for him in the rest of the third movie. Because so far he has not been fun to watch in that one. He just comes off as a slight manchild to me, like... I can see why he would be frustrated with where he is in life but the way he acts with others and lashes out does not help him in the slightest. I do have to admit though that seeing him go to Cybertronian Heaven in the second movie was the funniest part for me and my besties lol.

I'll just hope that the other guy in the next movies will be at least a bit more interesting. Doesn't even have to be a good guy, just an interesting guy for me lol

[silent-sentinels]

we have gotta actually finish the other account, it has been months and we want to tell revi that we're also plural hgkjgk

[liquidstar]

Oh fuck tomorrow I'm going to be a little birthday boy I keep almost forgetting

[longagoitwastuesday]

Jacob Elordi and Margot Robbie as Heathcliff and Cathy seems like out of The Onion