#but hilarious for everyone else all around

[jazzy96scorpio]

Yes of course any idea you have send it. Just give me the details 😊 I'm glad I can write for you. // It's me again, who asked 😅😅.

Could you write a funny/fluff one about Pedro x reader. Like the reader is visiting Pedro on the set of Fantastic Four in Oviedo and everyone makes Pedro being protective/jealous over the reader because the crew and his cast members (Coco included) makes him blush every time they tell him how happy he looks after he finally opened his heart to a serious relationship. Like the reader could maybe tell them some jokes about how goofy Pedro is around the house, or he almost burnt the whole house cause he can't cook 🤣🤣

(if my husband sees this: babe I love you, thanks for he inspo)

My Boyfriend, the Firestarter

Here is your request it was a quickly written 😁 I hope so you are gonna like it ❣️

Description: Burnt chicken, jealous extras, and a whole lot of love. This lighthearted story chronicles the ups and downs of dating Pedro Pascal in secret, proving that even a famous actor can be a dorky sweetheart (who occasionally sets things on fire).

⚠️ Warnings ⚠️: Lot of love and fluff

The crisp Oviedo air nipped at your cheeks as you huddled deeper into your oversized coat, watching Pedro film a scene.

He was seriously captivating, even when he wasn't just being Pedro. The director yelled "Action!", and boom – he was someone else entirely, this tough, seen-it-all kind of guy. You knew the real Pedro was a goofy and shy sweetheart with a surprisingly bookish side, a version the world rarely got to see.

That was your secret, and you cherished it.

Keeping your relationship under wraps had been Pedro's idea. He valued his privacy, and after a string of fleeting romances, he wanted something real, something away from the glare of the paparazzi.

You understood. It wasn't always easy, but the stolen moments, the whispered "I love you"s in quiet corners, made it all the more special.

As they were filming some extra dude strolled by offering a polite smile. You smiled back, but out of the corner of your eye, you saw Pedro’s gaze narrow.

His jaw tightened, and he totally messed up his line which, of course, the crew found hilarious.

"Cut!" the director yelled. "Pedro, you okay? Lost in thought?"

Pedro shot a angry glare at the guy, though he was trying to play it cool.

He mumbled something about needing a coffee break and he grabbed your hand, practically dragging you off set.

"Someone's a little jealous," Coco, his hair groomer and close friend, chuckled, winking at you. Coco was one of the few who knew about your relationship, and he delighted in teasing Pedro.

"I'm not jealous," Pedro protested, though his flushed cheeks said otherwise. He pulled you into a quiet corner, away from prying eyes. "Just…protective."

"I know, babe " you said, reaching up to smooth a stray curl from his forehead. "And I appreciate it."

"He was practically drooling over you," Pedro grumbled, though a smile played on his lips.

"He smiled politely," you corrected, laughing. "Besides, I only have eyes for you."

Pedro’s expression softened, and he pulled you into a gentle embrace.

"That's what I like to hear," he whispered, kissing you softly. "Now, where were we? Ah yes, coffee. And then…maybe we can sneak off somewhere later?"

The thought of spending some quiet time with Pedro, away from the set and the watchful eyes of the crew, made your heart flutter. Being with him, even amidst the chaos of his career, was the best feeling in the world. And as you walked hand-in-hand towards the catering tent, you knew that no matter how famous he was, no matter how many handsome extras smiled your way, your heart belonged to Pedro Pascal, the man behind the actor. And his heart, you knew, belonged to you.

You and Pedro grabbed some empanadas and settled at a table when, inevitably, the cavalry arrived. Coco, naturally, was first, followed by Vanessa, Joseph, and Ebon, his co-stars. The whole crew seemed to show up around you and Pedro.

The conversation buzzed with set stories and inside jokes, and then, Coco, never one to miss an opportunity, piped up, "Pedro, you seem…radiant. Dare I say…happy?"

Vanessa chimed in, "Seriously, Pedro. You've got that glow. Is there something you're not telling us?"

Joseph raised an eyebrow suggestively. "Finally settling down, are we? Someone's tamed the wild Pascal."

Ebon, always the joker, added, "Next thing we know, you'll be wearing matching sweaters and adopting a golden retriever."

Pedro blushed and stammering, "Guys, come on…" He glanced at you, a mix of amusement and slight panic in his eyes.

You squeezed his hand under the table, giving him a reassuring smile.

"They're right, actually," you said, deciding to put him out of his misery. "He is happy. And yes, he is in a serious relationship. With me."

A chorus of "Oohs" and "Finally!" erupted from the group. Pedro looked at you, his expression softening.

"He's amazing," you continued, ignoring the playful whistles. "Even if he did almost kill me that one time."

"Hey! It was a rogue toaster oven!" Pedro protested.

"And he almost burned down my kitchen trying to make me chicken soup when I had the flu," you added, grinning. "It smelled like burnt rubber and despair."

"In my defense, the recipe said 'sear the chicken,' and I wasn't entirely clear on the definition," Pedro mumbled.

Everyone burst out laughing.

"But seriously," you said, turning to Pedro, your voice softening.

"He's the most wonderful, goofy, caring man I've ever met. And I’m crazy about him."

You leaned in and kissed him, a sweet, lingering kiss that shut down any further teasing. When you pulled back, Pedro was beaming, his earlier embarrassment forgotten.

He looked at you, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. "I love you too," he whispered, just loud enough for you to hear. And in that moment, surrounded by the laughter and chatter of his friends and colleagues, you knew that your secret, while now shared, was still something precious, something uniquely yours and Pedro’s.

Later that night, back in your hotel room, the city lights twinkled outside as you cuddled close to Pedro. He was scrolling through his phone, a soft smile playing on his lips.

"You know," he said, finally putting his phone down, "I'm really…really happy."

"Me too," you whispered, nuzzling into his side.

"I mean…seriously happy," he clarified, his eyes searching yours. "I want…I want this to be something real. Something…forever."

Your heart did a little flip. "Me too, Pedro."

He took your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours. "Maybe…maybe you could come with me to the premiere?" he asked, a touch of nerves in his voice.

"I'd love that," you said, squeezing his hand.

He pulled you closer, his gaze intense. "I mean it," he murmured. "I want to be with you…forever. Whenever you're ready…I'm ready."

Tears pricked at your eyes. "Pedro," you said, your voice thick with emotion, "I love you. I will love you forever. And I'm so incredibly lucky to have you. You're an amazing man."

He kissed you gently, a slow, tender kiss. When he finally broke the kiss, he grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"So," he said, his voice dropping to a low rumble, "about the rest of the night…I was thinking…we could do some things?"

He nuzzled his nose against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. "Naughty?"

He trailed a finger down your arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. "Definitely spicy"

You laughed, playfully shoving him. "You're incorrigible," you said, even as your heart pounded in your chest.

"Hey," he whispered, his breath warm against your ear, "a man's gotta have priorities."

He nipped playfully at your earlobe, making you gasp. "And mine," he continued, his voice husky, "are definitely…you."

He pulled you closer, his eyes burning with a playful intensity. "Unless," he murmured, his lips brushing against yours, "you had other plans?"

You met his gaze, a playful smile dancing on your lips. "Oh," you whispered back, "we'll just have to see where the night takes us."

After fun and naughty time as you drifted off to sleep later, wrapped in his arms, you knew that the "forever" he spoke of wasn't just a word. It was a promise, a feeling, a shared dream. And you, you were ready for it. Ready for forever, with Pedro, and whatever delicious surprises he had in store.

To all husbands if your wife is reading this,

SHE LOVES YOU..And she just likes to read 😉 Let her enjoy 😊

Thank you for your request and reading 💜

It was my pleasure ❣️

[amirasainz]

Hey love. Could I please request some Oscar story. Maybe Oscar and reader being in love with each other and the other drivers teasing them a bit but still think it's cute?

Enjoy reading and send some requests!!!

-xoxo babygirl 🧡

Quiet Hearts, Loud Paddock

The paddock buzzed with its usual chaos: mechanics bustling around, reporters scribbling notes, engines humming in the background. Yet amid the noise, one corner always seemed to shine just a little brighter — wherever Yn stood with her microphone, offering kind smiles and thoughtful questions to drivers who appreciated her genuine warmth.

Yn was the youngest reporter in the paddock, just twenty years old, but already well-liked by the entire grid. Her interviews were never intrusive or sensational. She focused on the people behind the helmets — their personalities, passions, and quirks.

And while everyone enjoyed her presence, one driver seemed particularly captivated by her: Oscar.

The quiet Australian wasn’t one to seek attention, but when Yn was around, his shyness melted into soft smiles, flushed cheeks, and playful remarks. The two of them turned every interview into a game of compliments and shy glances. Everyone could see it — the stolen looks, the way their eyes lingered a beat too long, the rosy tint coloring their cheeks after even the simplest interaction.

The other drivers found it both hilarious and heartwarming. But despite their teasing instincts, they decided not to meddle. Young love, after all, had its own pace.

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Media Day

The afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the paddock as Yn stood by the media pen, holding her microphone and checking her notes. She smoothed her blouse and glanced at the interview schedule. Oscar — 3:30 PM.

Her heart skipped. Why did she still get nervous? She’d interviewed him dozens of times, yet her palms always got clammy just before he arrived.

“Waiting for someone special?” a voice teased.

Yn turned to see Lando grinning like a Cheshire cat.

“No,” she said, feigning nonchalance. “I’m just working.”

“Sure, sure.” Lando’s eyes twinkled. “I bet your ‘work’ blushes as much as you do.”

Yn rolled her eyes. “Go annoy someone else, Norris.”

He laughed but left her alone.

Moments later, Oscar approached, dressed in his team polo and cap. Yn's breath caught, but she forced herself to smile as she raised her microphone.

“Hi, Oscar!” she greeted, too brightly.

“Hey, Yn,” he replied, his dimples showing instantly. “You look…uh…nice today.” His eyes flickered to her yellow blouse. “Sunshine-y.”

“Oh, thank you!” she said, cheeks warming. “You always look good in team colors.”

Oscar laughed softly, ducking his head. “I mean…it’s required, but I appreciate it.”

“So, uh…let's talk about the weekend ahead,” Yn said, refocusing. “How are you feeling going into tomorrow’s practice?”

“Excited,” Oscar said. “The car’s feeling good. The team’s worked really hard. I just hope I can do them proud.”

“You always do,” Yn said automatically.

Oscar’s lips parted slightly, as though surprised by her conviction. “Thanks,” he murmured. “That means a lot.”

She cleared her throat. “And how’s the track looking this weekend?”

“Challenging, but fun. I mean, you've walked it, right?”

“Yeah. Nearly tripped over a curb though.”

Oscar chuckled. “Well, I promise not to do that in the car.”

They both laughed, the tension easing into something light and familiar. The interview went on, sprinkled with gentle teasing and lingering glances. When they wrapped up, Yn lowered her mic, but neither of them moved.

“Well…good luck, Oscar,” she said softly.

“Thanks, Yn.” His eyes softened. “See you around.”

As he walked away, Yn exhaled deeply. Across the paddock, Lando caught her eye and mimed a dramatic swoon. She ignored him.

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Post-Qualifying Interviews

Oscar had qualified P4 — his best of the season. Yn’s heart swelled with pride as he walked toward her with a grin.

“Congratulations, Oscar!” she beamed as he stopped beside her. “P4! How are you feeling?”

“Over the moon,” Oscar said, running a hand through his hair. “The car was great. The team nailed the setup. Honestly…I’m just happy I didn’t mess it up.”

Yn laughed. “You? Mess up? Never.”

Oscar ducked his head with a bashful smile. “You’re biased.”

“Maybe,” she admitted. “But I'm usually right.”

He met her gaze then, something unspoken crackling between them. She felt her cheeks flush and quickly asked another question.

Behind them, a group of drivers loitered near the hospitality suite. Carlos elbowed Charles.

“Look at them,” Carlos whispered. “They’re practically heart-eyes emojis.”

“Just confess already!” Charles mock-shouted toward Oscar.

Oscar heard. His neck turned bright red. Yn nearly dropped her microphone.

Max, standing nearby, shook his head. “Leave them alone. Let them figure it out.”

Carlos sighed dramatically. “Fine. But if they don’t kiss by the end of the season, I’m intervening.”

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Race Day

Oscar finished P4, earning solid points. Yn was the first reporter to greet him as he stepped from the car, hair damp with sweat and a tired but happy smile on his face.

“P4!” Yn said, raising her mic. “That was some brilliant driving, Oscar!”

“Thanks, Yn. It was tough out there.”

“You made it look easy,” she said, her admiration shining through.

Oscar rubbed the back of his neck, his usual tell of nervousness. “Well…maybe I had some extra motivation today.”

“Oh?” Yn tilted her head. “Care to share?”

His eyes met hers. “Nah. Not yet.”

Yn's breath caught. The air between them seemed to thicken, and the world blurred into the background.

When Oscar walked away, Lando sidled up. “Did he just flirt with you?”

“I don’t know,” Yn said faintly.

“You’re both helpless.”

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The paddock party was lively, music thumping, drivers and team members mingling with drinks and laughter. Yn stood by the balcony, watching the celebration unfold.

“Hey.”

She turned. Oscar stood there, hands stuffed in his pockets.

“Hey,” she said, smiling. “Congrats again.”

“Thanks.” He shifted on his feet. “I, um…wanted to say something.”

Yn’s pulse quickened. “Okay.”

Oscar took a deep breath. “I really like you, Yn. Like…a lot. And I know we’ve kind of danced around it for a while, but…I just had to tell you.”

Yn’s heart soared. “I really like you too, Oscar.”

His face broke into a smile of pure relief. “Really?”

“Yeah. Always have.”

The silence stretched, comfortable now. Then Oscar, emboldened by the moment, asked, “Can I…maybe take you out sometime?”

“I’d love that.”

They stood there, the party noise fading into a distant hum.

From across the terrace, Charles fist-pumped the air. “Finally!”

Carlos laughed. “Took them long enough.”

Lando raised his glass. “To the shy ones!”

Max shook his head with a fond smile. “Leave them alone, guys.”

But Yn and Oscar didn’t even hear. They only saw each other — their quiet love finally spoken aloud.

[starlight-lesbians]

talk to me about drive thru express please its actually making me insane (pos)

omg i’m just going thru my asks but hi i’m gonna yap

So ofc i’m incredibly brainrotted about greasedinah so this au is definitely centred around them.

They met in high school when Dinah was a freshman and GB (Graham in this au) was a junior, so about 14 and 16 respectively

They stay best friends up until Dinah sophomore year of college, when they finally start dating.

The slowburn is so silly bc Graham is head over heels for Dinah really early on, but says nothing about it because Dinah is growing up in a super religious family and she’s not had the chance to come to terms with her sexuality yet.

They get together and not much changes from how it was before because even as friends they could’ve been mistaken for a couple.

In my heart this is true of all greasedinah variants, but Graham in particular absolutely spoils Dinah I fear. She’s got her own step to get up in Graham’s truck, her own blankets and seat cushions, anything she wants. This is true even before they’re dating.

Graham manages the Taco Bell, particularly on night shift, but in reality she’s the only manager who gives a shit so she’s the one they call when something happens

Dinah’s like Momma’s second in command, she’s the night shift lead while Momma is the store manager.

Momma knows about the group’s excursions out to the picnic table clearing, and she thinks it’s hilarious that they think they’re sneaky

They’re all in college, at different years and in different majors

Dinah’s a nutrition science major with minors in culinary arts and restaurant management

Graham is a music major but she’s at the school on a sports scholarship

Pearl’s an astronomy major

Rusty’s a mechanical engineering major

Electra is an electrical engineering major

unsure on everyone else’s majors tbh

[lotusarchon]

you're thirsty for me (stop being cringey) (macaque x reader)

content warnings: female reader, second pov (you/your), reverse transmigration, otome game au (?), otome game reader, macaque's a weeb/otaku, smut/nsfw - minors + ageless blogs dni, handjobs, dom/sub dynamics, oral (m receiving)

author's notes: i don't know why i wrote this either lmfao 😃🔫

Macaque was, in every sense of the word, a tried and true virgin.

No, really. It was a joke Wukong had started at first, back in their early days when the Brotherhood was still a thing. Albeit, it was hypocritical, considering Wukong would faint at the mere thought of seeing anyone naked, but it was somehow hilarious to everyone else back then. Peng, especially, liked lording it over his head, over his ‘lack of experience with anyone that existed’, which, harsh, and so rude?

Macaque was handsome. He could get anyone if he wanted too. If he tried too…

He just…wasn't interested, that was all.

Back then, his excuse had been this: with Wukong's shenanigans and his insufferable urge to cause problems, how could he find the time for a partner? He couldn't be bothered to sleep around like Peng did, because unlike the bird, he had priorities, and again, he really needed to keep an eye on Wukong.

And when Wukong left, he still needed to make sure his ex friend was alive.

And then, well, he was dead.

And after that, he was busy hiding from his deal with the Bone Demon and planning revenge.

And after that, he was just….

Okay, fine. The truth was, Macaque didn't care for anyone else. If he could remain a shut-in for the rest of his life, only leaving to perform plays and earn an income, then that would be a dream come true.

The actual truth was, women and men made him nervous. Sure, he might've had fantasies but…you know. They were just that, fantasies.

And also, well. No one looked as good as the people in his manga, okay!?

Yes, that was the truth. The full, uncensored truth.

The Six Eared Macaque found manga characters with the world's most unrealistic proportions attractive. Roll the credits, bring out the actors―

Ugh, listen, okay?! The people in his manga and anime and the dating sims, they were so much more tolerable than the people in real life. A video game Sun Wukong wouldn't constantly bitch about his past actions day in, day out, compared to the real deal. A manga character wouldn't complain about his shitty attitude all the time. They weren't real, and they were tolerable, and that was all that mattered to him.

So, what if Wukong said he was a virgin who would bust a nut if he actually held someone's hand!? What the hell would he know when he kept his virginity for so long out of some dumbass oath!? He had an oath too, okay!

So what if he was pathetic and weird to be fantasizing about the stuff he read about…it was fine! Normal! And the girls in the manga liked it too…no big deal…

Whatever! Macaque did not care if he was a virgin or not, thank you very much! He was proud to call himself an otaku, and was very proud to carry on his legacy of being an untouched virgin.

….

Except till he met you.

When he first chanced upon you during one of his rare outings from his room, he had originally thought you were a cosplayer, and yearned to take a picture. Every detail was immaculate to one of his favorite characters ― in short, he had found a particular adult video game with a plot that made sense despite all the, well, porn. The fans varied in numbers, but the fandom was still active, and the creators would dish out new content on occasion for popular characters, and one of them was you. A fierce bookworm princess who looked like your stereotypical nerdy, not-like-the-other girls type, but in actuality was so much more. Sweet but firm and stubborn, extending your goodwill to anyone in need, yet knowing when to set your foot down for your people and country. Your appearances alone was enough to raise the game's rating, and plenty, including Macaque himself, had spent many a dime just to get special access to premium cutscenes.

But, just his luck. You weren't some girl who happened to look like his favorite. You were the real deal, the real pretty princess from his favorite videogame, and he was down bad.

And luckily for him, you did find some mild interest in him. Enough so that you had no judgement when you followed him back home to the walls covered in pictures of you, the body pillows, plushies, and…mousepad? Of your ….breasts.

….

Ah, well. This place was comfortable, and the guy might've been weird, but you'd make do with him.

The pad of your thumb swiped against his leaking slit, collecting the precum that had begun to gather there. Above you, Macaque whimpered, his claws digging into the armrests. His tail, which you clenched firmly in one hand, twitched, and you spared him a mere glance from your position.

“Aren't you the slightest bit ashamed?” You remarked, releasing his tail from your hold. It curled back to his sides, and his flushed expression only seemed to darken from the unimpressed look you gave him. “Begging and groveling for my attention, and yet now, you can't even keep up.” You tsked under your breath, giving his throbbing cock another experimental squeeze. “I'm not sure if I should feel disappointed, or impressed.”

Macaque pouted from his position. How he badly wanted to touch you, just to feel what others had fantasized about. The low cut top you wore did little to hide your plush breasts, and his fingers itched to sink into the pliant flesh.

But, you made it very clear you did not want him touching you. Everytime he did, you would pinch him, until he had to settle for digging his nails into his chair and mentally making a note to replace it.

The skirts of your dress shifted, and spread open like a beautiful flower. In a special cutscene, Macaque's character had plucked you like the delicate flower you were, reducing you to tears.

How the tables had turned now….

“Um…well…I….”

“Shut up.” Your flicked your wrist, leisurely setting a slow but deliberate pace. Pumping his cock with languid movements, your thumb pressed his leaking slit each time he made to protest. Only when he obediently held his tongue did you quicken your strokes, flashing him a smile. “Good boy. You don't speak unless you're spoken too, understand?”

Macaque nodded. A whimper formed at the back of his throat, his tongue probably bleeding from his teeth sinking into the tender flesh as your mouth descended onto his cock, swirling your tongue against his tip.

Fuck, your mouth was so warm. So, so much warmer than what the visual novels described.

He really wanted to touch you, to grab a fistful of your silky hair and push you deeper into his length, just to watch you choke and gag while peering up at him―

Another whimper escaped his lips, and you barely smiled under him.

It wasn't like you weren't aware of what he was imagining. You just refused to fulfil his little fantasy as he wanted.

Your lips suckled on his tip, withdrawing whimper after whimper from his mouth. Your hand grabbed around the base of his cock, leisurely pumping your hand while your tongue traced a vein or two, observing the way he twitched and throbbed from your mere touch.

You pulled back, allowing him to cum with a sob. The milky white liquid dripped from his head, coating his length and thighs with his own seed. You hoisted yourself up, collecting a dollop of his cum between your fingers, and pushing them against his parted puffy lips.

He kept your gaze, his eyes watering, and his tongue swirling around your finger tips. With a satisfied smile, you pushed your hand in further, pressing against his tongue, and watching him choke and gag, drooling around your hand.

“Cute.” Your free hand worked on your skirts, removing the heavy layers with a small hum. Your fingers lazily thrusted in his mouth, bringing out his sweet noises as his gaze remained focused on your bare thighs, creeping higher to your pretty, blue panties.

You pulled your hand back, observing your spit coated fingers with a small smile, and spared him a glance.

“Well. If you're that determined to have me,” you murmured, hooking your finger in the front of his shirt. “You'll have to work for it, hm?”

Beneath you, Macaque nodded obediently.

@lotusarchon , 12.02.2025, all rights reserved. do not copy, repost or translate my works without permission. comments, reblogs and likes are appreciated!

[uniquecellest]

Charles and Erik are entirely selfish when it comes to the other. Like they make a new friend? Cool. Someone gets interested in them romantically? Forget it.

Erik's selfish is he knows Charles better so if Moira or Liliandra try and get close his jealousy shows. With Charles he'll be friendly with anyone - Magda, Polaris' mom, etc - who has an interest in Erik but inside he's seething bc Erik is very closed off but is somewhat more open with them (Charles forgets he has access to Erik's mind btw). The only thing Charles hopes is that Erik is happy with the other person, and while Erik wishes the same he'll be damned if anyone else knows Charles as well or even more than he does

[thornescratch]

If the Caps had a nickel for every time...

[vaguely-concerned]

I've been picking mostly only the essential flirt options with lucanis in the romance so far (I've personally found the dynamic much more natural and mutual when you do that, more like forming a solid friendship slowly and inevitably becoming something else and less like you keep pushing on him and getting little back b/c he seemingly just gets overwhelmed and goes into freeze instead), and I think rye is a pretty hard person to read at the best of times even though he's been Down Real Bad from pretty early on and their chemistry as people is naturally really good. so the way the almost-kiss plays out in this playthrough feels a lot like it has the added layer of lucanis realizing that no but for sure rook is flirting and not just being kind or a good friend* it IS actually happening it's not just wishful/fearful thinking!!! and then uh. maybe going a bit too hard a bit too fast in all the excitement at that revelation haha

*in lucanis' defense he has seemingly literally never had a friend who wasn't his cousin-brother before, under those circumstances I suppose some confusion is extremely natural if not outright expected lmao

[mirror-to-the-past]

Keeping my saltyness out of the tags outside of spoiler tagging so I don't rain on other people's parades, but oooogh the new Sonic movie did not meet my tentative expectations. That was a Jim Carrey dick stroking fest to an uncomfortable degree. Really didn't want Gerald's character to be done by him for a reason. The lack of attention on Shadow despite it being the Shadow movie was so frustrating, summarized perfectly by Shadow's final scene still being overshadowed by Carrey. I don't think Maria even got the fact that she was disabled mentioned whatsoever? Very strange. I had fun, had some laughs, enjoyed with fellow longtime Sonic dorks that were just as excited to see it as me, but we all went out disappointed. :/

[worstloki]

Mu Qing with a giant anti-horse sword while everyone else gets to use conventionally sized weapons like regular length swords and fans 🤝 Ling Wen as a civil official having the brocade immortal making her strong enough to rival martial ones

[nexus-nebulae]

ppl always say that autistics don't get jokes but honestly when has a neurotypical person ever clocked the fact that I've told a clearly telegraphed joke like. I'm the one who takes everything too seriously?

[cuteniaarts]

Me, six-ish hours ago: Yeah, I had the idea for an Avatar Suiren AU pretty much as long as Suiren herself existed, but idk if I'm ever gonna develop it, it's really hard to upkeep interest for it on my own...

Me, as soon as the concept of Suiren and Vaatu bullying Raava together popped into my head while I was typing out that long ass post: Fuck it, new strain of brain fungus acquired–

(Also yeah traditional art being posted for the first time since... 2020, probably. Don't have the spoons to transfer this to digital rn, maybe I will at some point and I'll do a fuckass Spirit World background or smth. We'll see)

First time drawing Vaatu so don't make fun of me, but honestly he's such a funky little guy and rather fun to draw. You just get that main shape down and then go nuts with the frills :) But also, credit where credit is due, scrolling through the Vaatu tag on @shadelorde’s blog really helped, so thank you for that 😊 And I really had no idea what to do with Suiren’s design here, I think I’ve used up all my character design juices on the nine previous iterations of her that exist, so for now she’s in a random dress with her hair down. I’ll probably alter it if I ever do a proper design for her in this verse

[batfamfucker]

Pavitr reminds me of Dick so much. They would be besties and bond over their hair together 😭

[crossbackpoke-check]

[bothzangetsus]

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[naggingatlas]

i looove putting spark over songs about like heroes and saving the world (tom cardy's 'level clear', uncle outrage's 'saved the world' <- nice voice hc for him!. and 'my superhero movie'.) when he like. Did. Not : ) funney.

[pengtheplush]

3 and kicking the seat in front of me the entire flight! 😈

Frodo would also be super chill and patient the whole flight- a perfect gentlehobbit (though he’d probably be the first to use a barf bag if there’s heavy turbulence 😓). Treebeard would probably sleep the whole way and provide some fresh air. He’d also be ideal as a living shield against the rest of the passengers when the inevitable fight breaks loose.

Y’all can have seat 10 or something, but I’m taking my window seat. Might as well get a good view on this death trap.

POV: Tom Bombadil and Bill the Pony are your pilots