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Discord is like the text version of standing in a room with a bunch of people and trying to follow all the conversations.
Can't do it. Anxiety goes into overdrive and i get overwhelmed, and its just a bad time.
I can do one on one conversations, and two or three people sometimes? But any more and its just too much.
It sucks, i feel a little like the little match girl standing in the cold watching a bunch of other people in a warm place having fun and eating a nice meal, but i have no idea how to fix the problem. I wanna be social, but discord is just Too Much (also i don't type fast at all so the convos just go zoooom past).
I miss private message boards where you could have a conversation that was more like writing each other notes and letters.
Closest I've managed is chatting in the comments on ao3. :/
Anyone else just… totally unable to follow the conversations in big discords? I really want to connect with the other people in the fandom/topic discords I’ve joined, but the conversations in each channel seem so disjointed or impossible to get caught up on. It feels like everyone already knows each other but also like lots of strangers are talking past each other. It’s crowded but lonely. I never feel like it’s “the right time” for me to jump in or change the subject with something I want to share. I want to make new friends, but I feel like maybe I just wasn’t built for this modern world.
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You’re a Guest in Alpine’s Home
Words: 600?? A/N: idk what you want to call this, there isn't really a plot and i haven't edited it but i was struggling to write my other fic/blurb because the english student in me was overthinking every word and grammatical choice and i just needed to write something to get going really
You've been dating Bucky for a while, and he finally invites you back to his apartment for a drink after a dinner date. He had mentioned he had a cat he loved very much, and you were excited to meet her but nothing could have prepared you for what you were about to witness.
As you walk into this apartment she immediately races up to Bucky and claws at his leg. Without a second thought, he drops your hand to pick her up and give her little face a whole bunch of kisses. You barely recognise the way the man in the leather jacket has softened his voice so much as he murmurs to his cat about how much he missed her and how much her loves her. Oddly, you were almost jealous that the furthest you had got with him was a respectful kiss goodnight.
A minute or two pass as he greets his kitten lovingly before remembering you were stood at his side and turning to you.
"This is Alpine," he finally formally introduces the two of you. She was adorable and fluffy and all you wanted to do was scoop her up in your arms too but the way she glared at you made you hesitate. Instead, you reach out and stroke her carefully murmuring a soft hi in an attempt to let her familiarise herself with you.
As soon as Bucky placed her down, she wandered off without a second glance at you. You watched at her as she wandered down the hall and into a room with the door open as Bucky ushered you into the kitchen in the opposite direction. "Don't mind her, she'll be back soon. She just takes a while to warm up to new people," he explains sheepishly as he invites you to sit down whilst he makes you a drink. You nod understandingly accepting the drink and sipping it as you engage in easy conversation with Bucky.
After a while Alpine makes her way into the kitchen and hops into Bucky's lap. You watch as he instinctively pets her soft fur as he continues his conversation with you. However, Alpine appears unsatisfied at the lack of attention, the way Bucky was too invested in you currently to even glance down at her and crawls up on the counter. You were a little surprised but didn't think much of it as she wandered around but she was a smart cat, and she waited for your eyes to leave her and return to Bucky before she pushed the bottle of wine you and bucky were sharing onto the floor.
It hit the floor with a loud crash and Bucky immediately jumped up and scooped her into his arms apologising to you briefly before fussing over his cat and ensuring she didn't hurt herself. You knew she loved the attention and couldn't blame her honestly. Once Bucky had properly ensured his precious kitten was not injured he stood up with her carefully and walked back down the hall. You followed behind him curiously as he entered the room you’d seen Alpine walk into earlier, you had assumed it was Bucky’s room and couldn’t help the small huff of laughter that left your lips as you realised that you were wrong.
It was Alpine’s room.
Of course she had her own room. She had a bed in every room in the apartment and toys all over the place, Bucky had sent you countless photos of the two in bed together but here was a fully furnished cat bedroom Bucky had set up for her. He had her so spoilt it was no wonder she was so possessive of him. You watched silently amused as he dropped her off and closed the door before heading back to the kitchen to clean up with you.
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Taste of You
Alastor x reader
Warnings/tags: pretty suggestive, cursing, Alastor being clever aka a bitch, sassy!reader, afab reader, an aggressive amount of parenthesis and commas, apparently I don't know how to write Alastor x reader where Charlie doesn't interrupt at the end
Summary: Alastor left a bunch of hickeys and bite marks on you, and you're not happy about them being visible. His solution? Leave a few more.
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A/n: for refrence, I was inspired by this youtube short
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You descended down the stairs to the lobby of the Hazbin Hotel, all eyes on you. They might have been looking at your intricate updo, or perhaps your elegant makeup, or maybe even your stunning red dress.
You doubt that, though. More likely, they were all staring at the purple-and-red hickeys and bite marks that peeked out from behind your hair and lay on full display on the exposed part of your neck and chest. Courtesy of Alastor, of course.
Though he stared at you, you didn’t look at him— instead, taking in the dancers and partiers of Charlie’s classy ball. You’d been keeping your relationship with the Radio Demon a secret (though, after tonight, it wouldn’t be a surprise if everyone knew).
At the bottom of the stairs, you look around, bashfully taking in everyone’s reactions— Angel, smirking; Husk, concerned; Charlie and Vaggie, nowhere to be seen; and Nifty, who didn’t seem to notice. You ignored Angel (now making suggestive hand gestures from across the room), and took your place standing next to Alastor, who was watching the dancing. He glanced down at you, grin growing wider.
“Evening, dear.”
“Alastor.” You refused to give him any more than that.
“You look nice,” he commented.
“Fuck you,” you spat.
“Oh, you did, sweetheart, and such an excellent job, too!” Alastor was clearly in a good mood, happy to irk you. “If I recall, that was how you got such… gorgeous marks.” His voice, now sultry, had lowered an octave.
You blushed, then scoffed. “I’d hardly call them gorgeous.”
Alastor, apparently, took that as a challenge to his vocabulary. “No? How about… tantalizing, then?” When he wasn’t rewarded with a smile from you, he continued. “Ravishing? Stunning? Enticing?”
You just rolled your eyes, not in the mood.
Alastor almost frowned. “Remarkable? Marvelous? Breathtaking? Thrilling?”
Obviously, Alastor didn’t seem to get the fact that you were irritated by the marks, not looking for the perfect word to describe them. He continued, “Attractive? Comely? Pe—”
At that, you cut him off. “No! Just dark marks that will bruise and stay here for weeks that I can’t cover with makeup that will embarrass me every time I see another person. Is there a word for that, Alastor?! Hmm?!”
Surprised at your outburst, he chuckled. “Well, well! Someone’s pissy!”
You were so done with him. “Well, maybe I’m pissy because someone left giant hickeys and bite marks on my neck the night before Charlie’s big dance!” you not-so-subtly hinted, eyes never leaving the dance floor.
You could see Alastor grinning out of the corner of your eye. The fucker is proud of himself! you thought.
Alastor was, indeed, proud of himself. Again (but louder this time), he remarked, “Don’t blame me, darling. You seemed to enjoy getting them.”
You blushed. People had definitely heard that, and they knew it was aimed at you even though you still hadn’t looked him in his eyes. Quietly, some sinners began remarking among each other things that you couldn’t really make out.
“Alastor!” you hissed.
“Mhm, yes, dear?”
You finally looked at him. A large smirk played across his face, obviously not caring what the low-lifes around him thought. In fact, he seemed to like the fact that they made you uncomfortable. “Honestly, sweetheart, I’m surprised at you! You seem to have no shame whatsoever in my bedroom last night, yet now…”
You let out a small squeak, face crimson, as you smacked his arm. “Alastor! Seriously!” you reprimand under your breath.
He glanced around, as if just now noticing the people staring. Voice lowered, he queried, “Ashamed, darling? Would you perhaps prefer to continue… in private?”
Subtly nodding, you agreed. “Very much so.”
Alastor's smile widened. “But of course!” Grabbing your arm in one hand and his staff in the other, he waltzed you up the stairs to the first floor hallway, making his way to your room. After you were long out of sight of the guests, he turned on you, pinning you to the wall. Head lowered, he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. “Oh, ma chérie, ma vie, mon cœur. Tu es, à toi seule, la plus belle femme sur laquelle j'ai jamais posé les yeux. Je ne veux rien d'autre que t'aimer, te serrer dans mes bras, ne jamais te lâcher…” he murmured.
You had no fucking idea what he was saying, but it seemed romantic (and probably something too sappy for him to say in Engish).
His hands trailed up and down your body, head buried in your neck. You whined as his mouth locked onto the skin just below your ear. Pressing himself into you, Alastor let out a small growl as his kissing grew more fervent. You gasped, arching your back so that your torso crashed into his. One of his arms came to rest on the wall near your face, cageing you in, while the other drifted down— past the lumps of your breasts, past your stomach, past everything until it reached the hem of your skirt.
“It’s a real shame you wore such… revealing clothing tonight,” Alastor whispered, lips still on your neck, surely having left another hickey.
You rolled your eyes at that— you didn’t really think that a neckline that barely showed your collarbones and a skirt hem that almost reached your knees was revealing, but Alastor apparently did. “Oh, really, Al? And why is that?” you wondered.
He chuckled, hand sliding farther up under your skirt, reaching your midthigh. “We’re in Hell, dear. Don’t you think that some…h̸͓͙̟͆̀u̶̧̦̫͕̍̾͐̎n̶̘͍͇̏g̵̨̯̦͘r̵͚͉̼̈́y̷͇̅́̀...sinner might want a taste for what you have to offer?” At the word hungry, his eyes flashed into radio dials as his hand reached your inner thigh.
Satan, you sure hoped he was that horny hungry sinner. “I don’t know, Alastor. Maybe I wanted that hungry sinner to take a taste of me.”
“Mhmmm… maybe he will.” Alastor bit down on your neck as his hand finally, finally reached its destination. You gasped at the mix of pain and pleasure, until it all started to fade into the second one.
“‘Maybe’?” you quoted.
He chuckled, mouth still against your neck, fingers slowly moving under your skirt. “Maybe…” he repeated, “maybe if you’re a good girl and you promise not to be upset about the marks I leave. Can you do that, dear? Can you be a good little slut and enjoy them?”
You never took Alastor for one who was into dirty talk, but you weren’t complaining.
“Yes, Alastor,” you breathed. “Anything for you.”
“Good girl,” he grinned, fingers starting to push your panties aside.
Before he could get any farther, though, Charlie came running up the stairs and into the hall.
“Hey guys I saw you left the party and OHMYFUCKIMSOSORRYIMGOINGNOW—” she screamed, retreating.
Alastor looked back at you, still grinning. “Shall we continue this up in my room?” he asked.
“Absolutely,” you smiled.
“But only if…?” he leaned closer, hand coming out from under your skirt.
Desperate for the contact you had lost, you murmured, “Only if I don’t make a fuss about the marks, yes, I promise, Alastor!”
He smiled impossibly wider. “Lovely.”
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WIP wednesday enabled/tagged-ish by @peapodbond & @geddyqueer <3 really felt like sharing this slice of antarct-fic. enjoy!
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Katie slides the bottle towards him. “Drink up, kid. The rations don't carry over.”
Buck happily obliges. They drink in companionable quiet for a while, Katie occasionally providing commentary on the people coming and going or doing the rounds, telling Buck who they are, how long they've been coming to the Ice, pointing out the winterovers and the ones with interesting stories.
They're watching two pilots (“That's Hisham, helo pilot, third timer. Girlfriend's a kiwi, she's at Scott base. Other fella's one of the Canadians with Ken-Borek. Loïc, think it was. Fixed wing pilot. They tend not to get along.”) get into an argument that both men seem too tired to actually escalate, when Buck speaks up.
“Katie, have you ever been in love?”
She dangles her bottle from between her finger tips, eyes still on the argument unfolding. “Sure.”
He props his head up on his hand to look at her. “What happened?”
Katie levels her steely gaze at him but something she sees makes her soften a little. Shrugs. “She ran off to go study insular dwarfism in Madagascan chameleons. Left me behind.”
Buck's eyebrows raise along with the corners of his mouth. “Oh. S-so you're--”
She nods, taps her bottle against his. Leans in and mock-whispers, “There's more of us than y'think, kid. Even out here.” Considers it. “Perhaps especially out here. The Ice tends to attracts people like us.”
Buck watches her take a swig of her drink and lets the words sink in. “Wait, what do you mean, 'people like us?'”
Her pale eyebrows inch towards the edge of her bandana. “What do you think I mean, Buckley?” She gestures at herself. “The gays, the dykes, the-- whatever you are. You know. The queers.”
“Oh.” Something uncomfortable twists in his gut. “I-I'm not--”
Katie leans back, genuine surprise written across her face. “Well I'm sorry, kid. I could'a sworn last night you spent all of three beers waxing poetic about your helo guy.”
Buck makes a face. “W-well. He-- he's not my... but--”
“You're in love with this man, yeah?”
And he can't help the lovestruck smile that's tugging at the corners of his mouth, dips his head. “Yeah.”
“And you're a guy.”
“Uh, o-obviously.”
“So you're...” she gestures and Buck realizes he's supposed to finish the sentence. He shifts in his seat, discomfort gnawing at him.
“Yeah, I, uh. Yes, I-I guess that would make me...” he trails off, looks at her pleadingly, not sure if he wants her to give him all the answers or just drop the subject entirely.
“So, what, are you homophobic?”
Katie's raspy voice still carries, and Buck casts a panicked glance around the bar. Thankfully, no one seems to have heard her. Or they're really good at hiding it. “No! No. No, of-- of course not. I-I'm... I've always been an ally.”
She raises her eyebrows. “An ally who's in love with a man but can't even say out loud that he's... what? Gay? Bi?”
He gives her a desperate look from where he has his face practically pressed against the tabletop. “Right? I-I should know, shouldn't I? How-- How can I-I not know?”
He's whining. That was definitely a whine.
As if by some miracle, Katie looks less unimpressed with him than she usually does, which doesn't say a whole lot, especially considering the fact that she's not even looking at him right now. She's staring off into space as she takes a long swig from her bottle. When she speaks, her voice is uncharacteristically gentle.
“You came all the way out here to follow the guy you're in love with,” she says, slowly, as if trying to explain something to a particularly dense but, arguably, loved child. Then she sighs, puts a calloused hand on his. “Look, kid, you don't need to choose from a whole bunch of labels. Hell, the only labels I knew 'til well into my thirties was dykes and fags.” And Buck tries not to flinch, but she clocks him anyway if the roll of her eyes is anything to go by.
She pats his hand. “You don't need any labels at all if y'don't want them. God knows they probably never think about it.” She gestures at the other bar patrons with her bottle. “But there's not needing a label, and there's bein' ashamed of what that label means, and a lot of us older folk used the former as an excuse for the latter for a long time. Claiming that label means something to us. It doesn't have to, for you, but if your guy spent any time in the closet, it might mean a whole lot to him.”
Buck takes a moment for the words to sink in. “What, so he thinks I'm... ashamed of my feelings for him?”
She pats his hand twice more before removing hers and leaning back. “Hell if I know, I'm not a mind reader.”
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Wonderwall: One
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11:38 AM
you: hi ☺️
bkg: Who the fuck are you?
you: oh im (y/n)! mei is a bit busy with other students so ill help her and fix up what you need on your costume
bkg: I don't need your help.
you: oh okay
2:20 PM
you: you're looking directly at me but you're not talking
you: what is it you need? use your words
bkg: I'm looking for the crazy one.
you: mei is busy with the green haired kid and the robot looking guy. it's me or whoever else with their hands free so pick
bkg: I need my gauntlets fixed.
you: what about them needs fixed?
bkg: Can't you just figure it out? I don't have all evening.
you: feisty
you: im trying to help but i can't because you're not helping
bkg: The crazy one knows.
you: news flash, i am not mei
you: so are you going to tell me or not?
you: i can just hand over the project to someone else that mei trusts less or i can do it and you can tell me.
You looked away from your phone briefly as you watched his eyes avert from your form, annoyed at him for acting so childish. Especially for a third year. You looked back down to your phone to send him a quick text.
you: oh, so you're just not gonna look at me now, ok. have fun with someone else
bkg: Something inside keeps malfunctioning.
like what? mei told me you use that to store your quirk's sweat.
bkg: I don't know. Something isn't pushing the sweat out like it used to.
you: ill look at the problem overnight, but you won't see them until at least tomorrow after school
you: just set them on my desk and ill text you updates if i got them
You looked away from your phone briefly as he set his gauntlets down on your desk with a grumble. You rolled you eyes and added to your text.
you: don't grumble at me
(bakugou disliked your text)
Later that night, you worked in the workshop on his gauntlets, finding the problem after several hours. Before you could dive into it, you heard a text come from your phone. The bright light blinding you momentarily.
7:53 PM
bkg: Update?
you: some of your things in there are rusting, did you know that?
you: i can't fix it from the inside, i have to take it all apart and fix it like that
bkg: No way in hell.
you: bakugou, right?
you: the rust is all inside. you have to replace that every few months because of the moisture from your sweat.
bkg: The crazy one would be able to fix it.
you: im. not. mei.
you: get that through your thick skull.
you: mei gave me your information so that i could help you, and i could help her take off some of the slack.
you: she trusts me the most. do you fucking understand that?
you: i would be GLAD to hand you off to another student in the class.
you: mei didn't tell me you'd be a complete asshole but i should've known when i had seen you in the sports festival win for both first year's and second year's.
you: you're still so full of yourself, even after that big war
you: call me insensitive, but you can let someone else work on your gear and your costume just fine.
you: it's NOT that big of a deal.
bkg: Fine.
bkg: Do whatever you can to fix them.
bkg: Don't fucking break them.
you: why would i do that?
You took a moment to breath from the frustrated typing you just spent. Your breathing raged.
you: put more trust in me third year
(bakugou disliked your message)
You worked tirelessly all night. That's what you did, on all your projects, even student ones. You got no sleep what-so-ever and eventually, you watched the sun rise. It made your eyes and head hurt, but you were quite used to it.
6:04 AM
you: good morning 🌅
you: i completely tore everything apart last night and found more issues so it'll be longer until you get your gauntlets back.
you: on the bright side, i fixed a bunch of stuff mei did in a rush and made it more stable.
7:11 AM
you: your gauntlets are really heavy, do you really carry them around?
you: i thought you had bad wrists or something
you: there's a way to double the sweat storage without making it any heavier for your wrist you know
you: they just won't look so classic to your grenades or whatever
You decided to step away from your desk and head to the student's dorms to change and freshen up. Just since it'll be another day of school and you spent all night in at your desk in the classroom.
A little over an hour passed, and you were back at the classroom, the rest of the students working hard on their projects and gear for other students. You, however, stopped when you saw breakfast on your desk. You furrowed your brows, it was not from the cafeteria, rather bought from some fast food place. There wasn't a note or anything, but Mei saw you quickly and peered around the corner.
"Bakugou dropped that off for you by the way." She smiled and returned to her work area, busying herself once again. You couldn't ask her further what was up. Or if he had said anything when he dropped it off. You didn't want to bother her further.
8:26 AM
you: yo mei said you stopped by and left this shit on my desk
you: [image of food attached]
you: is this your way of paying for tearing apart your gauntlets?
you: either way, ill eat it ig
You didn't give him the satisfaction of a 'thank you'. He didn't deserve it, he treated you like shit.
12:03 PM
you: i got it mostly done. you can pick them up tomorrow morning.
(bakugou liked your message)
By the time evening rolled around, you fixed the gauntlets earlier than intended. It's evening and you haven't eaten since lunch (which was 6 hours ago). You can't decide whether to eat and just return the gauntlets after eating or to pay Bakugou back for the breakfast and return his gauntlets to him.
You ultimately decided.
5:07 PM
you: by the way, your gauntlets are heavy as fuck.
You switched to your dashdoor app and looked at options for food. No need to try and order food for anyone else, no one else was in here with you except for Yuka. Mei was out doing who knows what.
"Hey Yuka, Do you want anything? I'm ordering takeout." You decided to ultimately speak up. Yuka was a good classmate to you, and often covered for you, so you could pay her back with some food or something.
"If you're offering, sure." She smiled at you, her voice soft and gentle, compared to Mei's or Power Loader's.
"What would you like?" You asked, genuinely curious in her taste in foods. You'd assume soft and sweet, but when she opened to answer, you were a bit surprised.
"Spicy. The spiciest they have." She smiled and turned back to her workspace. You ordered food for the both of you and when it arrived, you ate quietly. She would occasionally ask a question about what you were working on currently, only for her to nod or hum in response.
When you finished eating, you bid goodbye to Yuka and she did the same. You headed down the hall and past the hero course hall, kind of curious as to if Bakugou was still hanging around. You could give him his gauntlets, but that would result on taking a detour and all you wanted to do was get home. You ultimately decided to just go home, shaking off every curiosity you had about Bakugou. He was not worth a thought. You headed home instead.
The next morning was pretty uneventful. You settled in to your workspace and started messing with a project of yours's that you started, some old junk that maybe could be some laser detection or something. You weren't sure. You tore apart other old projects of Mei's because she gave you permission to do so, and want to try your hand at something different. It was just regular free time morning stuff. The door opened and the ash blond walked in, in his school uniform. Hands in pockets and all. You rolled your eyes and pointed to the gauntlets on the other half of your workspace.
"My costume tore." He gruffly spoke up, pulling his bag around from his back and pulling out a folded hero costume.
"Okay?" You replied, not interested in fixing it, or at least fixing it right away. "Not my problem."You don't take bullshit from anyone, especially not Bakugou. He was notorious for that, or so you've heard.
He shook his head and replied with a 'tsk', inviting himself into a chair. "I don't care. Fix it."
"Is saying 'please' so difficult? Maybe saying it will have me care a little more." You replied, going back to messing with this item if yours's. He tapped his foot impatiently.
"I need it by this afternoon."
"Great." You snapped back quickly.
He let out an aggravated sigh. A moment later, a message notification.
8:20 AM
bkg: Why can't you just fucking do it? It'll only take a few minutes.
you: where's the "please"? hm?
you: i only do nice things for people if they're nice back
bkg: You piss me off.
bkg: Fix it.
you: you piss me off too!
you: im glad the feeling is mutual
you: and i won't do shit
you: you said you need it by the afternoon?
you: you'll come get it at lunch
you: you are not my priority today
you: i gave you priority yesterday
"You texted me just to get the same answer." You spoke up making him snap his head up from his phone. You were right, all he did was get the same answer, but in text form. You shook your head and set down the laser sensor. "I'll give it to you at lunch."
He stood from his chair and moved out of the room without another word. You'll work on this other student's thing and then his in time for lunch.
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By the time lunch rolled around, you finished the fix. It was a bit more difficult than you had hoped. You're not one to see costumes, that's usually Yuka's thing, but she was not in the classroom usually until afternoon so you had to take what she taught you and remember it the best you could. You were better with hardware over anything else. You got your lunch tray through the line and walked over to where you saw the ash blond poking out from the crowd. He was sitting with 4 others that looked like they invited themselves there.
"Here." You set down the bag in front of him and he looked up at you briefly before a loud voice gasped.
"Oh my gosh, you're so pretty! You know Bakugou? You should totally sit down and eat with us!!" You looked over and it was the pink alien one.
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New Spinosaurus has dropped, so therefore, I must ramble on how much I love this design over the 3rd movies design.
Disclaimer; I only recently started watching the Jurassic movies, I didn't grow up watching this so I don't have the nostalgia many people have. Therefore my opinions will be coming from up-to-date scientific research.
Firstly I love how long the bodies appear, and I am in love with how the sail isn't just a semi-circle. I've just hated how short it is compared to the body, the water scenes didn't make sense when I watched JP3 because being this stubby wouldn't have assisted it in the water.
I know this design was accurate for the time, but I just didn't really like it. I did like how it utilized its long muzzle to grab prey animals in small spaces (mainly the scene with the plane).
The air shot of the leaked Spinosaurs leaked quite a lot in my opinion though. There are three Spinos which I am going to guess will give us pack behaviors, with the intelligence the original Spinosaurus showed I'm wondering how their pack dynamic will work, my hypothesis is that they will be siblings, or some sort of family. In JP3 there are cut scenes of one of the mercenaries killing the Spinosauruses children (idk where they are, this is something I've heard), so I want to see a family dynamic.
Taking a close look at this Spinosaurus we can see most of it's body. This Spinosaurus is long, and seems to have a very thin tail which would suggest that their changing Spinosaurus from a pursuit predator (on land at least) to an ambush hunter. I also love how much care was put into making the sail seem more natural, and it seems to stretch onto the tail which is, of course, in my opinion, absolutely fabulous. It seems their going to be giving us colorful sails too, we can't see the other twos sails very well but it seems this yellow and brown one is the most complicated. With the fact that the Spinosaurs are circling a boat I believe were going to be getting a proper water chase scene.
This image reminds me of how the Mosasaurus would jump out of the water, and so I'm curious on how this scene will go down. I believe that these are two shots very close to each other. Maybe the Spinosaurs manage to sink the boat so they call in backup from a helicopter?
I also think there's a very high chance were getting a sub species of Spinosaurus, like Oxalaia. So there will be technically two Spinosaurus species.
With this hypothesis I'm also hoping that they'll have two species of Velociraptor. Velociraptor Antirrhopus (Deinonychus, the current Velociraptors) and Velociraptor Mongoliensis. If they add in Velociraptor Mongoliensis they have a chance to do pack behaviors again, and with the intelligence Velociraptor Antirrhopus shows, these tiny feathery fiends could be terrifying. Think about how Compies are underestimated because their small, but they have been shown to kill adults. Now imagine a bunch of Velociraptors chasing someone down and eating them alive. Size doesn't matter, small dinosaurs can still be terrifying and cute!
#spinosaurus#spinosauridae#velociraptor#deinonychus#jurassic park#jurassic world rebirth#Rebirth leaks#I swear to God I can ramble about how much I hate JP3 Spinosaurus for hours on end#New designs#God I fucking hate JP3 Spinosaurus#JP3 Spino needs to go die in a hole#jurassic park 3#Jurassic Park 3 rant#Make accurate Velociraptors#Save Velociraptors reputation#Velociraptor isn't a scaly beast
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Thank you @itwillbeourswansong - I cordially accept your invitation! When do I ever not need an excuse to wail about Adar? (Also, I very much enjoyed reading your thoughts! Nicely put as ever.)
I'll go straight to the questions for my wail-therapy session
-Your most wail-worthy Adar moment of TROP Season 1 or 2
He died! 😭 I don't think I'll ever get over it - not after all the build up and the amazing redemption arc he had. I hear what everyone says about it mirroring what he did to Sauron, but so what? It wasn't a befitting end for such a great OC.
However - TBH I think EVERY scene that Adar features in is wail-worthy (in S2 - and I'll explain that in question 3, but it's no slight on S1 Adar). The scenes where he speaks elvish and black speech... OMG 🔥. His chemistry and interactions with other characters. His tenderness coupled with ferocity on the battlefield! All of it.
I can't watch his scenes without wailing (for happy or sad reasons!)
-The detail/headcanon about Adar that keeps you up wailing at night
Very much like @itwillbeourswansong - It's Adar's huge capacity for love that gets me. We only see his physical scars, but his emotional and psychological ones are likely much worse. Yet, through all that he retains enough heart and soul to dedicate his entire existence to loving the unlovable. At no point do you feel that he would walk away or stop caring. He's capable of malice, of course, and, in many ways, he's ruthless, but always with the underlying motive of providing for his children.
He knows he's broken - when he says to Glug 'with all that is left of my heart', it feels to me like an acknowledgement. And I think when he puts on Nenya and feels whole-hearted again, it intensifies his capacity for love even more. So much so that he proposes peace - a safe place for every being in middle earth.
His patience is also noteworthy - I mean, he's lived thousands of years with an uncivilised bunch of violent kids! But he's always so calm and patient. And he's smart - one minute he's negotiating with a troll, then he's quoting poetry and calling people beautiful, then he's leading his armies into battle - It's high-level competency porn!
-At what point did you realize that you had become a hopeless Baddydaddy Devotee and lost control of your entire life?
Ok, so I am a very late latecomer!!
In season 1, I was intrigued by Adar, but more in conjunction with the 'who is Sauron' mystery. I do remember thinking his haunted look was heartbreaking and wondering what his backstory was.
When season 2 started and I saw Sam as Adar, I instantly clicked with his voice - that was the first thing I noticed and I even remember saying to my husband that I liked the sound of him. BUT even then, I wasn't fully awakened. After the 'Elen Sila Lumenn' moment, I sat up a bit more and was like, ok... what's happening here? Then next episode, when Galadriel got him by the neck, I started thinking, hang on, why am I craving more scenes with him... Which I was rewarded with in Ep 7. And that one was the clincher. After his scenes in that, I was convert and I started rotting my brain on everything I could get hold of in relation to Adar (just in time for him to die next episode 😭😭😭NOOOOOOOOOO).
I've now rewatched every S2 scene so many times and am completely and hopelessly devoted to our BaddyDaddy.... I need to do a complete season 1 rewatch with all this in mind, because I feel I don't remember enough of the details.
It's on my to-do list!
🖤🖤🖤
Season 2 episodes 6&7 were also when i jumped off the Haladriel ship and boarded Adariel (where I've been firmly ever since!). But I also love how Adar gets shipped with EVERYONE. Because it affirms my own thoughts about how attractive a person is when they have a noble heart, even if it's corrupted. (...And of course he's a hot bastard which helps too!!)
No pressure tags @tumblin-theworldaway @iwanderbecauseimlost @laurarcrazystrange @wowstrawberrycow @permanentlyexhaustedpigeon88 @adarswidow
anybody in the mood to wail about Adar??
BECAUSE I AM
#Long essay incoming 🤣#adar#the rings of power#adar the rings of power#rings of power#adar rings of power#adar trop#trop#sam hazeldine#joseph mawle
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Laugh for me
Lee: Thanos Ler! Nam-gyu
A/N: I saw a post that was made on tiktok (I saw the image on here cause I don't have tiktok no more 😔) about Nam-gyu tracing Thanos's tattoo's and that Thanos was tryna hold in his giggles, So now here we are :]
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In the ordinary life of the "Thanos world" as the rapper likes to call it; he and all that was rest of the players had successfully played another game to earn money. Thanos and Nam-gyu, who's always attached to the back of his leg, were chanting while skipping to their respected beds to chill.
"A SUCCESSFUL WIN!" Thanos shouted, while almost near their beds.
Nam-gyu smiled at the playfulness. He raised his fist to silently appluad their victory.
Now to their beds, with Thanos sitting on his, while Nam-gyu glued to his right side, but he didn't care. They were chilling while analyzing everyone else who looked distraught and panicked from major losses and just fear.
"What a bunch of sad souls." Nam-gyu said, putting on his fake empathy face. As he did, he turned to meet Thanos in the eyes, who also turned his head with a pretending saddened face. As they locked eyes, they couldn't help but giggle like a bunch of high school girls as they're way too high off their ass from the pills that Thanos liked to carry around.
"They'll get through it, bro. One way or another, that ihis." Thanos giggled, putting a hand on Nam-gyu's shoulder as leverage because, good god! The man was leaning almost off the bed to fall to his "death," he liked to imagine.
Nam-gyu glanced down at the hand, analyzing the tattoos that was on it. There was a black ring around his middle finger, as well as a very detailed tattoo right in the middle. He looked up at Thanos, and then back to the tattoos, until he realized that he had also had a line going straight down from his neck on the side. Of course, one could think to touch it.
As Thanos was still analyzing everyone else, he brought up his hand to trace from the top of his neck tattoo, following it down to where it met the jacket.
"AAH- watch it, man! What the fuck are you doing?" Thanos jolted, quickly looking at Nam-gyu who was just as shocked as he was. He covered the side of his neck while looking at him.
"Nah, I'm sorry dude. I just thought I'd look at your tattoo's." Nam-gyu said, talking with his hands- the same one that caused Thanos to scream.
"These tattoo's are AMAZING! got them done as quick as possible. You can look all you want. Go on!" he said, turning his head to the side to show his neck tattoo once more. This brought a smile on Nam-gyu's face.
"Woah, sick!" He said, reaching his hand once more to touch the tattoo again. Once more, Thanos screamed.
"H-HEY! no touching! Touching this one is off limits." Thanos demanded, pointing at his neck as he saw how Nam-gyu's shocked face go from a wicked smile.
"Oh really? Is the all legend, Thanos, sensitive on his neck?" Nam-gyu asked devilishly. As he said the word "sensitive" he used both hands to emphasize that word by wiggling them in the air, sending shivers down Thanos's spine.
"No way, bro! I'm too cool to be sensitive." Thanos explained, crossing his arms.
"Then show me!" Nam-gyu said suddenly, nodding his head.
"Show you what, boy?"
"Let me trace your neck tattoo. That'll prove that you aren't sensitive." Nam-gyu explained what he meant without giving away his evil smile.
"Why would I do that for?" Thanos may be high, but he was nervously high now. Why would he want him, the legend rapper, to prove that his neck isn't sensitive? Most specifically, ticklish at that!
"You've beat these game before- these people call them brutal! Surely you can handle my touch, dude." Nam-gyu tried to reason with him. That seemed to change Thanos's mind quite quickly.
"Of course I have! Touching me is NOTHING!" Thanos proudly said. If he were to take this as a challenge, then so be it!
"Then let me trace your neck tattoo!" Nam-gyu smiled now, getting excited by what he's assuming he's about to discover.
With those words, Thanos Whipped his head to the side to show off his neck tattoo with a challenging aura around him, never once uncrossing his arms. "Go for it, man!"
With that, Nam-gyu decided to use one arm to grab at his shoulder, and then used his other to trace the tattoo. He was looking at Thanos's face the entire time to see if the light touch would cause Thanos to break.
For Thanos, he was desperately holding in his giggles. They were wanting to come out so easily! But Thanos didn't let them. He held them in, while trying not to make a face, but his eye was definitely twitching at the sensation, and Nam-gyu could see that clearly.
With a chuckle, Nam-gyu decided to ditch the tracing idea, and went for scratching the area instead. That seemed to throw Thanos of completely.
His giggles came bursting out. Traitors!! He couldn't help but to push at Nam-gyu with one hand while covering his mouth with the other.
"Hehehehey- stohop it maAHAn!" Thanos muffled out.
"This is AMAZING! You couldn't even last one second, HA!" Nam-gyu decided to use four of his fingers to scratch at his neck now, resulting in Thanos to squirm a bit.
"Yohohou're dehehestROYING MYHY EHEHEHGO!" Thanos couldn't help it, this was so embarrassing! The light blush on his features couldn't be stopped either.
Nam-gyu didn't say anything after that. He was too focused on watching Thanos crumble by a few scratches to the neck. Who knew Thanos was ticklish on such a silly spot like his neck?
"Fuhuhuck OHOFF! yohohou bihihitch!" okay, that might've been a stretch. But the tingly feeling shooting down his entire spine was getting him in a dizzy loop.
Nam-gyu definitely didn't take that one bit. "Oh, so you want to call me a bitch now? I see. Well take THIS!" as Nam-gyu said this, he suddenly went for his sides.
Everyone was alarmed by the scream that Thanos released.
"AHAHA, WAHAHAIT! IHIHIHI'M SAHAHA-" he could barely form sentences at this point. He grabbed onto his friends wrists to try and push them off, but the longer he kept going, the weaker Thanos had gotten.
"No WAY you are apologising now! You called me a bitch, so take it like a man." Nam-gyu said, inching up to his ribs, never once staying on a spot.
"AAH-AhahahAHAhahaha, cohoho'mohon BOY! ihihit wahahas a slihihip UHUHUP! You truhuhust mehehe!" he squirmed even more by the new feeling on his ribs.
"Well, I didn't take it as a joke! So this won't be a joke either." as he said this, he was inching closer to Thanos's armpits, and Thanos panicked.
"WHAHAHIT- wahahit WAIT!" He said quickly, throwing his hands in the air to stop Nam-gyu in the process of him going for his death spot.
"What? You can't take your tickles?" Nam-gyu asked, teasingly, making Thanos go even redder.
"Ihihi'll doho anything, juhust please! Dohon't go the extreme, man!" Thanos tried to reason, which he became hopeful as he saw Nam-gyu actually think about his request.
"Hmm.." But there was no answer. He was left with hands stuck to his highest set of ribs, with Nam-gyu looking up to the roof to ponder.
"Ihi-...Naham-su?" Thanos said, getting his name wrong as always.
Nam-gyu snapped back to reality by the name, giving Thanos a smirk. "I almost considered it, Thanos." Nam-gyu said, irritated, as he gripped onto his ribs slightly more, causing Thanos to tense up with anticipated giggles.
".. Whahah-" he was shortly cut off by his friends voice.
"Laugh for me, Thanos." was all Nam-gyu said before going straight for his armpits, enlightening yet another scream from the man beside him.
He squeezed his eyes shut, and gave himself a tight hug as to ensure and ground himself from the sensation that ran through his entire body.
"YOHOHOU BIHI- IHIHI MEHEAN- AHAHAHAHA."
Yeah.. Maybe correct yourself this time, Thanos. You're gonna be there for a while.
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This was short lived.. But, anyway! I hoped you all enjoy! :] (totally not posting this at midnight)
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The household Star Trek watch just hit The Wrath of Khan! I've seen it multiple times before, but it was really different to watch it so shortly after watching TOS and TMP.
My feelings are ... more complex now. Where Spock's character growth was randomly rewound in TMP for unexplained reasons, Wrath of Khan!Spock feels so much more the Spock he was becoming in TOS. He's older, steadier, and far less repressed while still retaining the composure and dignity that are so personally and culturally important to him. His sense of humor is still dry but less buried and harsh, he's reserved and unflinching in a very Spock way but it feels healthier and more integrated than anything he was capable of in TOS. I don't get the impression that he's at all ashamed of what he feels for Kirk at this point, nor ashamed of the strain of human qualities in himself.
I feel like we see how far Spock has come from his early shame and denial, for instance, when Kirk, McCoy, and Saavik go to beam to the research base. There's this less-repressed-than-formerly-but-still-powerful intensity between Kirk and Spock that, as ever, gives the distinct sense that everyone else just ceased to exist for them. Spock says outright, "Be careful, Jim" and it's very adorable and relatively open by Spock standards. And then professional hater McCoy is like ... oh, so am I chopped liver? while Saavik is just ????? and it's hilarious and just feels very recognizable.
I do think this film is kinder to McCoy than TMP and I appreciate seeing him quietly do his work as a doctor instead of haunting the bridge and needling Kirk and Spock, but he's a fairly muted presence in the film and still finds time to be a bigot. Not going to lie, it's incredibly cathartic when Spock uses his own prejudices against him and then tricks him into... uh, well, everything that's going to happen.
After all these years, Wrath of Khan!Saavik remains an absolute delight. She's trying so hard and Alley gives this great sense of a million thoughts going through her head at all times. It's really fun to see a very young Vulcan who isn't even pretending to have it all figured out, despite her rattling off rules and regulations. One of my favorite Saavik moments is when she's like "*gasp* You lied" in the most classic gifted-student-discovering-the-world way and Spock serenely replies, "I exaggerated."
(Spock is truly living his best life. I do not think this Spock has the slightest desire to be anywhere but where he is or anything but what he is, and it makes me very happy until aghghghhhhhaghhghgh.)
But anyway, Spock and Saavik have this really charming and understated mentor-protégée relationship that I like best in this iteration. (I don't care for the direction it goes in later for uhhh related reasons, but Alley's Saavik plays off of Nimoy—especially—and Shatner very enjoyably.)
Kirk is difficult for me, because the Kirk of the films in general just feels so far removed from TOS Kirk to me when he's not interacting with Spock. Yes, there's a familiarity evoked by Shatner's performances, and Kirk is compelling in this film, but ... it's a better film for Shatner than Kirk, if that makes sense? Shatner is genuinely quite good in it!
For one, I always forget that the hammy KHAN!!!!! is part of a cunning scheme in which Kirk is much more subtly slipping information to Spock and the frustrated rage is a performance for Khan, hammiest man in the universe. In reality, Kirk has a bunch of dialed-down emotional moments—the way he's quietly frustrated with Carol excising him from their son's life but still maintaining an amicable-exes relationship with her, for instance. But of course, the big one is Spock's death scene, especially that dreadful moment after Spock dies when Kirk just slumps against the radiation chamber looking almost confused in the way that grief really can just daze someone into that "puppet with the strings cut" quality. It's genuinely a heartrending moment.
For my ultra-Trekkie best friend J, Kirk's eulogy for Spock is the part that affects him most of all. And I get it! People tend to point to the twitchy "the most... human" part of it, but the most effective part for me is when Kirk is quoting Spock in the eulogy and saying he won't disrespect Spock's profound greatness by disputing his argument now, and he's clearly trying to be dignified and professional in a way Spock merits despite his own devastation, and then there's this shudder in his voice that is fantastic (and just, agggh). And I think "the most human" is pretty clearly not meant as a denial of Spock's Vulcanness, but an absolute rejection of virtually everyone's incessant treatment of Spock as subhuman for the crime of being biracial. Lots of good Shatner moments all around, though.
But.
So much of what's going on with Kirk's character arc seems grounded in what's established internally in the films and just overwriting major aspects of his TOS characterization and history. I dislike David Marcus for a ... lot of the film, and like, I appreciate him taking the initiative to set things right and acknowledge his misjudgment of his unexpectedly cool and newly bereaved father. But the approach being "I guess you never have really faced death before and having to process it is new for you" is extremely WTF when Kirk at this point has survived a genocide, lost much of his family including a brother and sister-in-law he seemed to be quite close to, has lost various good friends, there was the whole Edith Keeler thing among other losses he just had to keep powering through, and then at this point the person he has acknowledged as the closest person to him in the universe (one who had a significantly longer natural lifespan than him!) is also now dead.
And movie Kirk is like—yeah, I always came up with some trick to avoid ever facing death directly and I'm like WHAT. WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT. THIS IS OBJECTIVELY FALSE. But the movie absolutely does not treat it that way! I do like David nervously turning back and acknowledging that he's proud of Kirk and the hug after such a monumental loss, but ... at what price.
This feels especially glaring because of the moments where we do get a pragmatic, reasonable Kirk whose priorities make perfect sense for his previous backstory, like:
DAVID: We appear to have plenty of time. KIRK: Is there anything to eat? I don't know about anyone else, but I'm starved. MCCOY: How can you think of food at a time like this? KIRK: First order of business, survival.
But it's important to his arc in the film that he's constitutionally unwilling to endure the weight of unwinnable scenarios, and is almost defined by being all about winning against any odds, and that's very weird to me. Kirk has always been determined and resourceful and cunning, yes—and we do get some of that here; he plays Khan like a fucking fiddle almost the whole time—but the possibility of loss never struck me as something he was refusing to contemplate.
Carol's dry line about how Kirk has never been a Boy Scout feels pretty specific to movie Kirk and pop culture Kirk, too. TOS Kirk is repeatedly described as having been solemn and bookish in early adulthood. Even in his thirties, he's not generally a maverick IMO; he won't subordinate all critical thinking and judgment to regulations, but he prefers to find some way to reconcile them if he can. His overriding driving motive is most often his sense of responsibility—to his crew, their ship, their mission, and the principles of the Federation and his brand of philosophical humanism. If he's got to break regulations to fulfill his deeper responsibilities, he will, but he'd much rather not!
You know who in TOS very much does have it in him to jeopardize everything out of loose cannon determination to blast through every obstacle unlucky enough to get in the way of his absolute refusal to accept loss? Spock. Spock risks the lives of hundreds of people in desperate and improbable attempts to get Kirk back, multiple times! In the context of his culture and even of Starfleet, he is far more of a maverick than Kirk ever was in TOS.
I know this sounds more negative than I want to be, because I'm very fond of this movie in its own right, and Kirk does have some fantastic Kirk-ly moments. We do get a strong sense of Kirk's intelligence and resourcefulness without TMP's device of everyone ganging up on him for reasons presented as sort of justifiable despite his completely accurate judgment of the urgency of the situation. But I'm reminded of the "Kirk drift" article about how post-TOS representations of Kirk seem to become increasingly representations of the idea of who Kirk was in TOS rather than having much to do with any particular details of Kirk's actual characterization in TOS.
#anghraine babbles#long post#star peace#st fanwank#otp: the premise#rl: bff#i like a lot of things including the performance of kirk in the film! it's a compelling story well executed in many ways#but i do not think the writers understand tos kirk all that well and it's just ... hard to ignore unless i mentally kind of detach them
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A Postal Birthday!
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Hey gang! It's my birthday, so here's a little set of headcanons of Postal Dude celebrating your birthday! Got some stuff coming down the pipeline so be on the look out. :D
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-Now Dude isn't one who's gonna be going all out for your birthday. He tends to treat the day as any other but with a little more consideration for you
-Will probably act like it's his birthday as well (spoiled brat). Will want your undivided attention. Will moan and whine if you plan to spend the day with friends instead of him
-Would be a little more protective of you during the day. Maybe even, dare I say, possessive. Ready to attack anyone if they dare look at you even slightly wrong. This will lead to some jealous/birthday sex later
-Now let's look at how the many Dude would specifically wanna celebrate your birthday:
•P1 and P4 would prefer to stay in for the day. For P1, it would be cause of his paranoia while P4 just wants to be lazy
•P1 would try to make the day special by giving you any sort of sweets he has available. He'd probably give you a gun as a present and teach you how to use it if you don't know how
•P4 just wants to be able to laze around and not do much. He'd prefer to spend the day on his couch all cuddled up under his beloved Krotchy blanket, watching cheesy movies and having a good laugh
•P2, P3, and Movie Dudes would be more open to going out and actually doing stuff. By the end of the night, you're patching these goobers up cause of the chaos they cause
•P2 is getting you the latest Krotchy doll. He can't help himself. It's his go-to gift idea for people he cares about. Then you two will be eating at the local Cock Asian or getting some pizza. Loves showing you off and will your birthday as an excuse to get discounts on any gifts you want
•P3 is causing chaos. He's taking you on a riveting adventure full of chaos and kitties. Not gonna lie, I can see him taking you to the local strip club to celebrate. He's so cringe but it adds to his charm somehow. He makes it known that it's your special day and gets in several fights with people cause they're tired of hearing him yap. Why is he like this? Can I marry this man plz?
•Movie Dude is the most sane Dude of the bunch. He tries so hard to give you a normal and fun experience but being Dude, chaos is bound to follow him. He plans a romantic date but it inevitably ends up in a shootout cause he accidentally pissed off the wrong person.
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HCS or Scenario please on what if Sukuna develops an interest in Yuji's SO? This is just like Ichigo and Hichigo!
Honestly, I'd be so interested in seeing Sukuna and Hichigo/Zangetsu face off. Both have got that crazy laugh down pat.
Characters: Yuji Itadori, Ryomen Sukuna
Contents: gn!reader, as ever Sukuna is his own fucking warning, voyeurism?
Yuji Itadori and Ryomen Sukuna
Imagine being over a thousand years old and being the greatest jujutsu sorcerer and the greatest cursed spirit of all time. Now imagine that you've got to spend all of your time staring out through the wide, guileless eyes of a goody-two-shoes, shounen protagonist boy.
Sukuna's bored out of his McFucking mind 99.9% of the time, and he takes his entertainment in any way he can get it. Most of the time, that's just through ragging on Yuji constantly inside his head, but alas, the brat's learned how to tune him out.
Amidst all the crappy movies (he's going to kill Gojo for that) that Yuji watches, the endless internet memes, the stupid, asinine conversations the boy has with his friends, and watching Yuji blindly grasp his way through the intricacies of jujutsu (seriously, imagine being a rocket scientist and watching someone learn how to add and subtract in real time), there is only one point of interest: you.
At first, you were just a convenient stick with which he could torment Yuji. He'd mock the boy for his puppyish infatuation, calling him weak, calling him soft, and ragging on Yuji's attempts to get your attention.
Over time, though, perhaps it was madness from the isolation or boredom, or because Sukuna's not had any action in a thousand years, but his thoughts started to linger on you more than just pondering how he could use you to annoy Yuji.
That, or it's being marinated in Yuji's hormones and forced to witness the boy's many fantasies about you. (I don't know if Yuji's got the balls to jerk it while Sukuna's in there, but if he does, Sukuna's probably been influenced by that too.) As aloof as the King of Curses might want to remain, he's stuck inside his irritating, hormone-addled vessel and sometimes there's a bit of bleed-over.
Yuji doesn't have access to Sukuna's thoughts as far as we know, which is probably beneficial for his mental health, so he doesn't know how much of an interest Sukuna has taken until the curse himself comes out and says something. Yuji's not suspicious enough to twig something's up when Sukuna brings you up more than usual. He just thinks the guy's being more an asshole than usual.
At first it's just comments on your appearance that aren't insulting. Weird, but not too ominous, right? Then Sukuna just goes right the fuck ahead and manifests a mouth on Yuji's cheek to tell you that you're a fine piece of ass and if you want a real man, you can do a lot fucking better than Idiot-adori.
Listen, Sukuna doesn't beat around the bush. (Unless you're into that kind of thing.)
Yuji is HORRIFIED.
He slaps a hand over the mouth, only for it to manifest on the back of his hand instead and keep talking. The only thing he can do is blurt a bunch of apologies and run away, trying in vain to force Sukuna back down, like fighting nausea or an unwanted boner. Meanwhile, Sukuna's laughing uproariously in the back of his head.
Yuji might think he needs to end the relationship and live like a monk in order to spare you Sukuna's lust and interest, but you might not be willing to give up the relationship over something like that, and Yuji doesn't really want to break up either.
Despite the mockery, Sukuna's interest is genuine. He finds you interesting, which is rare in a world that's become so terribly fucking boring since his heyday. That's not something he's going to let go of easy, and while he and Yuji are stuck together, that puts you in a fairly awkward situation.
How are you supposed to be intimate with Yuji when you know that Sukuna's in there too, rubbing his four hands together and watching with a lascivious grin on his face? In a way, you're in a relationship with Sukuna already, willing or not, because he's been an unwilling voyeur this whole time. Is it somehow more weird now because he is willing? That's something you and Yuji are going to have to decide.
I'm not gonna lie, lines are gonna get blurred and things are gonna get hot and freaky. You might be in the middle of fucking Yuji and then suddenly there's an extra mouth in a very interesting place, and Sukuna's voice is bleeding over the top of Yuji's, telling you what a good little human you are and how he'll spare you when he finally reclaims power and tears the jujutsu world apart.
Yes, that's his idea of dirty talk.
If Sukuna and Yuji ever switch out while you're in the vicinity, watch out. Sukuna's got two hit lists. One is your regular hit list, a bunch of people he wants to kill. The other his is "hit that" list, and your name is at the top of the second one.
He'll fuck you six ways from Sunday until Yuji switches them back, all the while taunting the boy about it seeing how Yuji likes being in the backseat for once.
You're in no position to complain, because you're in a lot of different positions...if you catch my drift.
Congratulations to the world's most dysfunctional throuple!
#jujuicykaisen#jujutsu kaisen#jjk headcanons#jjk imagines#Ryomen Sukuna#Yuji Itadori#Sukuna x Reader#Yuji x Reader#poly
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"Rosie...I want to go home...I just want to go home..."
Opal took to being a maid of the manor better than she expected to.
The cleaning wasn't particularly laborious, and she often spent time outside washing and hanging the laundry.
The other maids weren't very friendly, and usually just left her to her tasks, which she preferred. At least outside the breeze was cool and the sun warmed her skin.
And it gave her time to study the grounds of the estate.
In her first week of work, she had tried to take in and note down all the details she could. How many doors lead outside? How many gates? How often are they locked? Where do the house guards linger, and when do they change over?
She wrote down everything that could be helpful on spare bits of parchment that she stole from the rooms she cleaned, with a piece of coal she'd taken from a fireplace.
And she wrote it in the language of the Dwarves, so that if anyone tried to read it, they wouldn't know what it said.
It was on a chilly morning during her second week stuck at the manor, that Opal woke up in the small room she shared - with a half elf girl called Lysie - and found her shoes missing.
They weren't next to the door where she usually left them, nor under her bed. They were gone. And Lysie had already left for the morning, though both she and Opal usually got ready and left together.
With a heavy sigh, she got dressed and in bare feet went to find the head maid - a stern old halfling woman - to report the missing shoes.
But on the way there, she was stopped by the - well, the only way to describe it would be 'the clique'. A group of young maids who somehow found themselves the most popular and powerful among the servants.
Their leader had long sable hair, and curling smirk. Her name was Megan, a tall half-human girl who was said to have the blood of angels in her. Though, Opal was skeptical of that.
Her usual two lackeys stood on either side of her, and behind them was Lysie looking a little nervous.
"Looking for something?" Megan asked casually.
Opal sighed.
There had been small moments of bullying in her first week: putting coarse grounds in her tea, pointing and whispering behind her back, but Opal was an adult and had no interest in their childish games.
"My shoes have gone missing," Opal said, "I'm on my way to report it to the head maid. Pardon me."
She tried to pass them by in the hallway, and thought they would just let her go, but Megan stuck her foot out at the last second and Opal stumbled over it - stubbing her toes against the floor.
"Oops," Megan said, "You shouldn't be wandering around barefoot."
"Lysie told us how dirty your shoes got" Alice, another one of Megan's lackeys, mentioned boredly, "we did you a favour and had them cleaned. They're in the shed."
Opal took a slow breath in, and stood straight, looking past the clique at Lysie who was staring hard at the floor.
She didn't really want to go to the shed...but if that's where the girls had hidden her shoes, there was no helping it. She could tell the head maid about it afterwards.
"How kind of you," Opal muttered, "I'll go collect them now."
"Watch your step outside. Don't want to trip again..." Megan said as she passed, her mean blue eyes not meeting Opals, but lingering on the collar around her neck.
What a nasty bunch. Is that what happens, she wondered, when you spend your life living in a place like the manor? Opal couldn't be the only one brought in from the non-human slave market, so why was she being singled out?
She'd have to get out of there, sooner rather than later.
Opal took the paved path through the back gardens slowly, taking her time as she made her way to the shed. She was admiring the flowers, brushing her fingers against the soft petals of roses as she walked.
And she wasn't paying enough attention.
Something sharp crunched under her feet and made her yelp. She took another step forward to move away from it, and stepped on something else that was just as sharp. With a groan, she shuffled back and looked down at the path.
Shards of broken glass had been spread over the stones, nearly invisible and just barely glinting in the sunlight.
Grimacing, Opal took a long painful moment and pulled the glass out of her feet. It hadn't cut deep, but she was bleeding.
Now that she knew the glass was there, it was easy enough to use her apron as a makeshift brush and clear the path of glass well enough to cross to the shed.
She dashed away tears from her eyes, and angrily pulled the shed door open. It was a small building, mostly empty save for some old crates and broken gardening tools.
But she didn't see her shoes.
Before she could stop and think, she heard the shuffle of feet behind her and felt strong hands shove her in the back. Caught off guard, she stumbled forward and caught herself on her hands and knees.
"Dirty things like you should stay outside where they belong," Megan's voice said behind her, and punctuated the sentence with the slamming of the door.
A key clicked in the lock, and Opal gasped, scrambling up to her feet.
"Let me out! This isn't funny! Let me out right now!" She yelled, pounding her fist on the door. But it held strong, no matter how hard she pushed with her hands or rammed with her shoulder.
After a few long minutes of trying, and yelling, and crying, she stood away from the door - tears dripping down her cheeks, her breath coming heavy and shallow - and she fell to her knees.
"It's not like I wanted to be here..." she moaned, sitting back against the wall in the corner, and curling up in the only ray of sunlight that came through the warped wooden boards of the walls.
Dust shimmered in the light like flower petals.
She was reminded of her wife.
Rosalind had loved flowers. She had loved the springtime, and the garden. Opal could still see her laughing, lying in the grass as pink petals rained down around her from the peach trees. She could still hear her voice, more beautiful than a song, if she closed her eyes tight enough and listened closely.
Sometimes, in the sun, she could still feel her wife's gentle arms around her.
The smell of roses always brought her back in vivid colour; brought her back to Opal's mind, and brought that terrible pain in her chest.
An emptiness, a missing piece she could never fill.
"Rosie..." Opal choked, tears making her words an incomprehensible mumble, "Rosie...I want to go home...I just want to go home..."
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[Day 4 // Alt 1 // Major Character Death]
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Well this should be interesting.....
Alastor feels glued to the ground. Surely he's mistaken. Surely he's hallucinating. How- why-
Both her and his eyes are wide, staring at each other.
Husk: “No fucking way-”
As with anyone after death, they might look very different from when they were alive. They might look the same. Theadora certainly had a few human features. But what makes Alastor's heart ache is the voice he just heard and those wonderful eyes he's missed so much.
He's halfway torn between running away, so she'll never see what he has become or rushing to her, to hold her close and bite anyone who dares to seperate them.
This mental indecisiveness translates to him staying still like a deer in headlights. Until his legs finally make a decision before his brain does. Like in trance he staggers forward. Only to be stopped by a blade.
Lute: “Watch it, sinner”
He sneers, but doesn't move. He's not as agile as usual. But Vaggie is soon between them.
Vaggie: “You watch it. This is our home”
Lute: “That sinner has no business mingling with a winner-”
Lucifer is already rushing down, already fuming seeing Lute far too close to his pregnant partner with an angelic speer
Lucifer: “Take that speer away!”
The fallen angel stops himself as he sees that the both deers have already layed eyes on eachother.
Theadora looks so tired and sickly, and it makes the demon nauseous. It's supposed to be perfect for her, she certainly earned it. Theodora doesn't care and goes around Lute to her son. The demon almost makes a step back as she reaches out, afraid of her disappearing, that all of this is a hallucination. But no, solid hands cup his face, and he only can take a jerky breath.
Theodora: “My darlin' sweet Alastor. My Alli... I thought I'd never lay eyes on you again.”
Alastor: “Mama….”
Few things take away the radio demons speech. He puts his hands over hers.
Father like daughter, both Lucifer and Charlie look teary eyed at the display. The rest is still trying to compute.
Suddenly there is a light glow emitting from both their chests. The exorcist separates them with her speer.
Lute: “What are you doing?!”
Lucifer: “I told you to take that away -!”
Alastor: “I didn't do -!”
The glow turns black and bunch a bit over. Lucifer is quick to get to his partner to support him, while Lute goes to Theadora.
Lute: “Stop that!”
Alastor, huffing: “I'm not doing anything!”
He wants to go back to her. The need feels as strong as breathing. Sera finally descents the stairs.
Sera: “What is going on?! You are supposed to heal her not hurt her!”
Lucifer: “This just happened! I don't know what this is!”
Sera: “As it seems we can't come to agreement -”
Lucifer: “No! Wait, we can figure this out!”
Sera: “We can not. It is my duty to protect heaven-”
A portal opens and Lute gets ready to help Theodora through. But both deer's eyes widen.
Alastor and Theodora: “Wait!”
They manage to get back into each other's arms, and immediately feel relief. Both of the pain and from the fear of being separated yet again. The glow changes back. They all stand still. The seraphim seems angry.
Sera: “Lucifer. Explain this!”
Lucifer: “I have no clue. We don't- No one has any idea how soul rot works… I think - maybe they need to stay together?”
Lute takes visibly offence to that, Alastor, in turn, subtly puts himself In front of his mother.
Lute: “You are not taking her hostage”
Lucifer: “What? No I mean-”
Lute: “No winner will stay in hell, and not sinner in heaven.”
The king doesn't know what to say, he turns to the seraphim.
Lucifer: “Sera- it would harm them both- And Alastor can't -”
Sera: “I don't want her to stay Lucifer.“
Lucifer: “What other choice is there?”
Theodora: “Sera, it's alright”
Sera: “How am I supposed to explain this?”
The radio demon has by now regained his wits, and playing his well practiced persona.
Alastor: “If I may? He'll is no stranger to the rot, but what just happened is entirely new, and much faster”
Lute: “Oh all of the sudden? I don't believe filthy sinners!”
Theodora frowns. Trying to step out from behind Alastor, who desperately tries to stop that.
Theodora: “Don't you call my boy filthy.”
Alastor: “Wether or not you believe me, the fact of the matter is, that if you separate us, we might very well die. And I cannot let that happen”
He draws the attention back to himself. No he can't let that happen. He'd die, his babies would die his Mama would die. No that is something he will not be responsible for again.
Lute: “So you are holding her hostage”
Alastor: “No, but I will not let her-”
He grows more demonic, but there is a small tug on his jacket, and he realises who's watching him. He turns his head back to his concerned mother. The distraction is long enough for Lute to gear up and swing-
And in the being stopped last second by Lucifer, now in his full on demonic form.
Lucifer: “ĐØ₦'₮ ɎØɄ Đ₳ⱤɆ!”
Behind the king, Alastor takes his mother and takes a few steps back out of reach with both angels.
Lucifer: “For the protection of both Alastor and Theodora, I declare that they both stay in hell, until we find out how to heal them!”
Sera: “You have no right to rule over angels”
Lucifer: “And you have no right to rule over sinners”
They stare at each other, the air is thick with dread. One can hear the fire sizzling on Lucifer's head, and Sera's wings are visibly tense.
Sera: “Lucifer, I am warning you. Release Theodora"
Lucifer: “... I can't in good conscious.”
Sera: “Then we will by force.”
Lucifer: “Go back to heaven-”
Sera: “No-”
Lucifer: “Yes”
Behind the seraphim and her exorcist a Portal glows up. The gold tells Alastor is his partner's. He keeps his mother close as the kings powers is banishing the other two.
Sera, steely: “You are forcing us to war, Lucifer”
Lucifer: “I won't let you hurt people anymore”
And with that
They're gone
And it's quiet
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i won't be writing these two anytime soon but the ideas are neat so i thought i'd share - will work on these when i have finished at least some of the wip's i have 😓:
1) the one where andrew dies (andreil, kevneil)
i read the bit in the ec where neil goes insane after andrew dies as a lesson from the moriyama's and my mind just put things in order so this is just chilling in my head now. it's going to have them as exy players but robin leaves exy to become a journalist because she enjoys it - years after andrew's death and neil's supposed disappearance she starts tracing his steps to talk to him about what happened. when she does find neil there's barely anything of neil left in him and she finds it hard to recognize the wesninski standing before her.
but she sits him down and talks to him and he's so reluctant to open up but he remembers robin was andrew's favorite fox so he does melt eventually.
a few tags i can think of rn: major character death, infidelity, blood and gore (a bit higher than canon-typical violence), existentialism, heavy depictions of grief
2) a ghost story (kevseth OR andrew)
kevin's alcoholism almost kills him so wymack and abby send him to a rehab facility in the mountains. except the room he is in is haunted by either seth or andrew's ghost who killed himself there several years ago. supposedly.
so in the process of recovery and bored out of his mind, kevin decides to investigate the facility with seth/andrew's ghost to find out what actually happened to him. he doesn't enjoy what he finds.
(disclaimer: i have not watched dead boy detectives or lockwood & co. which might feel similar to this but they're not really. the fic just doesn't have that vibe to it - its actually very depressing to be stuck in a room with someone only you can see. half the time kevin doesn't know if he's making shit up honestly.)
this one's super underdeveloped and a very recent idea, but i think mister history nerd would enjoy it. also i need to do a bunch of research for this so i don't get things wrong so. delayed.
tags for this one: alcohol abuse/alcoholism, murder mystery, flashbacks, ghosts, mild horror, depression, implied/references suicide
#anyway ! let me know what y'all think#don't worry i wont spam y'all with another wip i am preoccupied with finished aftg wild geese au and the others these days#if you like them you can talk to me about them!!! i am always open for asks/dms#love y'all take care xoxo#aftg#kevin day#andrew minyard#neil josten#seth gordon#kevseth#kandrew#andreil#kevneil
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What would the ro’s do if mc went up and bit their shoulder playfully?🤭
Without spoiling the reactions too much, I will just say this is a turn-on for at least two of the ROs. They just want to bite and be bitten. 😔
Also experimented with writing the reactions out as more of a contained small story.
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Echo -
You entered the workshop, and there was your target. Echo is unaware and typing away on her phone, with her back to you. Not even aware of your presence. But that was going to change real quick.
Your steps are silent, years worth of training guiding every movement, your breath barely there. As you close in behind Echo and lean in and...
Echo lets out a squeak; you don't think you've ever heard her make a sound so high-pitched before. Her hand instantly found the spot where your teeth had lightly nibbled.
"D-did you just bite me?" She gets out in a blur of sounds that might be considered as words.
You just grin back at her.
"W-what does that even mean..." Echo says quietly, her face blushing as she sees the little mark left on her shoulder. "Just let a girl know before you just go biting, ok...it's not like I would have said no." She whispers, feet shuffling as your grin grows wider.
Cy -
Cy is brooding or maybe sulking; sometimes it's impossible to tell the difference. Well, looking over at a bunch of the professor's new inventory, well, this is no fun at all. You can do something about that.
You giggle to yourself in your mind; you're sure Cy has bitten you more than once. Time to return the favour.
Sneaking low, you completely mask your sound. Bringing all your years of experience back to the surface for one perfect sneak attack, you can't wait.
As soon as you're close enough, you strike forward, teeth nipping ever so gently at the skin on Cy's shoulder as they stiffen before a sound close to a growl exits their throat.
Before you know it, Cy has spun around and has their own teeth on your skin. This wasn't what you had in mind. When they pull back, you just stare at them in a mix of offence and begrudging admiration.
"What? You thought you would just get to bite, and I wouldn't return the favour? Don't act like you didn't like it." Cy lets out with challenging eyes and a sharp smirk, Well, there's obviously only one solution.
You bite them again to get even.
A -
A was lounging on the couch, limbs thrown out in every direction and barely even sitting on the furniture. Relaxed with eyes half closed and one of the few times that they weren't seeming to try and tease and fluster you.
What better time for revenge?
You sneak closer, avoiding the shadows on the ground. You've already been caught by that trap before, and you would rather not be strung up for hours again at the mercy of A.
Closer and closer until finally you're above them, their breathing the same contented rhythm, completely unaware of your upcoming attack. You lean close, controlling your breath, and go in for the bite.
As soon as your teeth lightly pinch their skin, they let out a husky moan. "Harder!" Well...shit. That wasn't the reaction you were expecting; you feel your cheeks flush and your body temperature rise. This wasn't how it was supposed to go.
A opens their eyes, smirking at you with a hooded gaze. "Hmm...now that certainly is a good way to wake someone up. My turn?" A lean's closer breath washing over your skin. How can someone somehow always win?
Salem -
You spot Salem outside the warehouse looking as dour as normal, a crease already well developed between her eyebrows as she speaks into her phone with a bored tone that borders on frustration.
Well, you might as well go brighten her day.
You stalk closer, watching your feet as you avoid every little rock and stray trash. Closing in on Salem's looming form before you are behind them completely unnoticed.
Now all you need to do is strike, your weapon of choice a nice little chomp in the morning.
As soon as your teeth get so close as nipping at her, she spins with grace that definetly befit her size, grasping your arm and pinning it behind your back as she slams you into the wall.
"Who the fuc...MC?!" She studies the mark on her shoulder before turning to you again. "Did you just bite me?!" You just let out a little shrug, trying to play coy, or the best you can with an arm pinned behind you.
She spins you around, arms now pinned above you while she looks you down. A look conflicted between kissing you and biting you back.
Harper -
You enter the kitchen and see Harper in the corner, already seeming to be worrying about something as they chew on one of their nails. Now that won't do at all.
You run through all the things you can do to get them out of the stupor and decide on your course of action. A distraction is what they need, and you know the perfect way to distract them.
Closing in on them, you barely even have to sneak, so absorbed in whatever perceived problem they are trying to figure out.
Well, that's all the better for you and your toothy distraction.
As you get behind them, you lean in softly and lightly nip their shoulder, following it with a soft kiss. The reaction is instant as Harper lets out...a moan before they catch themselves and squeak. Now that was unexpected.
They turn around faster than you've ever seen them move before. "W-why!?" Is the only word they say as they stare at you wide-eyed and blushing.
"To distract you, did it work?" You say with a coy smirk.
"I-I...yes..." You let out a chuckle as they lightly rub the spot your teeth clasped onto almost reverently.
#blink_if#interactive fiction#ask#br: c#writing#b: mc#if wip#br: harper#br: echo#br: a#br: salem#dashingdon#cogdemos
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Day 2: Group Photoshoots
"Miel. Would it be self-centered to say...I really love myself?"
Sissel took photos herself!! Below are her notes back to Yomiel about every individual Sisselphoto!
"The Sissel who greeted me, Angel. For simplicities sake, every Sissel is getting a nickname. Honestly, I didn't trust the portal...so when I stepped through and saw her? Halo and all?? I asked her if I died and if she was the angel to welcome me. Embarrassing. But she thought it was funny so SCORE!! For both of us, eh? She's a sweetie, I have to thank her somehow for getting me here..."
"Wrench. Every Sissel I meet I get...is there a word for being jealous of yourself? Whatever it is, Wrench is such a dear. Reminds me of college a whole bunch and she smells like the workshop there too. Gross, but sweet that another me is suffering the hells of machinery. Taking a photo of her from my angle was...well, you know. I had to get on top of another Sissel for this. My pride. But it's worth it! Look at her smile!! As for her name? Her head. Kind of wrenchy looking. What do you know she had one on her!! Other Sissels are trying to tell me 'No they're cat ears!' But I know I'm right!!"
"Standing on another Sissel basically alerted everyone I was taking special photos for myself. I'm glad I packed a big bag...There's so many. THIS Sissel though...Talk about energy. Yanked my camera from me and took these herself. Then had the gall to say, 'I've got you covered, shorty'. That's not my nickname. Don't think it is. I would've stamped her for that! But she's...punky. A woman in leather isn't a woman to mess with. Actually talking to her wasn't so bad. Just a lot. Like a LOT, whew. For now, She's cool. Cool Sissel."
"Nevermind. This one was a handful. 'Delune'. I would've had a nickname for her but oh well. Delune is kind of pretty, honestly. Her and her name, I mean. I would start another debate about hair shape but I'll hold back. YOU get to know though: Crescent. Lune, the moon, crescent hair? Figured her out. Anyway, handful like I said. I got the picture of her, and she just started showing me her fuckton of pictures she had of you. Well. Her you. But still!! Her bag was full of them!! She kept going and going about every single one and the memory behind them and on and on. Tell me. Do I prattle on like that when I talk about you?? I was only able to escape from her because OTHER Sissels were starting their Yomiel stories too....I wish I brought pictures of you..."
"I AM SO SORRY. While escaping I almost stepped on her. She's watching me write her note. This is Lampy. I was going to say Flowey but something about it felt wrong. So, she's Lampy. Miel, I cannot stress enough how little she is. I started tearing up at the idea I could've crushed her. Thank gods she glows. As an apology I have become her chariot, so this doesn't happen again. I'm kind of surprised a Sissel like this could be out there but at the same time, considering how I got here? Should've seen it coming. Lampy is telling me about her world and how everyone is just like her. Little foods and objects. I want to go...Hey, can you guess what thing her Miel is? You get 1 chance..."
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