#but yeah not bad for your first time drawing this kinda scene!!

[pixelatedraindrops]

NAH SPENCER I WAS HONESTLY WAITING FOR YOU TO PUT HIM THROUGH THE RINGER... >:D Yessss make him suffer mwahaha~!😈

And you did not disappoint! Dw this is very well done!! I’m loving that headache/fever combo and that super grumpy face. Also those pjs and socks are so good and wrapped in the blanket too, perfect~ >w<

"THIS TEA'S TOO HOT...!" Lmao. He'd be the worst to deal with being ill, I just KNOW it... Talk about an impatient patient heheh~

Also the little doodle of him at the bottom w you is precious <3

I'm so glad you joined in the fun! I hope you enjoyed putting him through it heheheh >:3c

Thank you for the eyecandy!! I really do enjoy this hehe~ 💜

@pixelatedraindrops hiii im late but happy bday pixel!!! now i know u dont like him much but.. figured maybe ud enjoy seeing him suffer... lol

[rafecameronssl4t]

Can I please get smth with rafe x thorton!reader where shes confronted by topper’s ex girlfriend or something bc she got cheated on

Ruined Heels || Rafe Cameron x Thorton!reader

A/n: kinda sorta dislike this but thank you for the request!!

Warnings: vomiting? swearing idk what else lmk

Word count: 952

MASTERLIST (rafe x thornton!reader au masterlist)

Divider by @yoonitos

mood board “You ain't never had the feds investigate you. You ain't never had the bad hoes wanna date you.”

Your heeled foot taps rhythmically on the polished wooden floor, perfectly in sync with the pounding beat of the music that fills the house, the bass reverberating through every room.

“And then she started a hissy fit like she always does,” Sarah says, rolling her eyes dramatically as she recounts Kiara’s latest outburst. Her voice carries a mix of exasperation and amusement, a combination that makes you snort with laughter. You tilt your head back, letting the cool liquid slide down your throat before setting the empty glass on the table beside you.

“Hey,” Rafe’s voice cuts through the chatter and music, drawing your attention. He strides over with a confident smirk, “Wanna go upstairs?” He asks, his fingers drumming lightly on your crossed knee, sending a shiver up your spine as you look up at him.

“Gross,” Sarah mutters under her breath, clearly unimpressed with Rafe’s suggestion. You glance at her, “Will you be okay?” you ask, concern lacing your voice as you prepare to stand. Rafe reaches out to help you, his hands gentle yet firm as they grasp your waist, pulling you to your feet. His fingers brush against your dress, tugging it back into place as it rides up slightly.

“Yeah, I think I saw Kaycee in the kitchen,” Sarah replies with a sigh, her expression softening as she gets up from the sofa. She gives you a reassuring nod, her eyes briefly meeting yours before she turns towards the kitchen.

You nod back as Rafe leads you away. His hand remains on the small of your back, as you both weave through the crowd to get to the stairs. Just as you’re about to step onto the first stair, a blonde girl suddenly grabs your arm, pulling you back with unexpected force.

“Excuse me?” you say, furrowing your brow at the girl, your confusion evident. Rafe pulls you protectively against him, his grip tightening as his anger flares. “What the hell is your problem?” he demands, his voice sharp and furious.

The girl stands before you, her appearance a stark contrast to her fury. Tears stream down her face, her hair a tangled mess, and her lipstick smeared across her chin. Her hands tremble as she points a finger accusingly at you. “Your brother is the biggest fucking douche I’ve ever met!” she shouts, her voice cracking with emotion.

You and Rafe exchange incredulous glances, both stunned by her outburst. The disbelief in your eyes mirrors Rafe’s as you struggle to process the situation. “I’m sorry, who exactly are you?” you ask, raising an eyebrow. She scoffs, “Caroline, your brother’s girlfriend! Or ex-girlfriend now, since he just dumped me for someone else!” she yells furiously.

You never supported your brother’s behavior of sleeping around and breaking up with girls left and right, but practically everyone on the island knew what kind of person he was. Topper was notorious for his inability to maintain a relationship for any length of time.

“What’s that got to do with me?” you ask, shrugging nonchalantly as her eye twitches in frustration. Rafe stands behind you, his hand resting on your hip, watching the scene unfold with amusement. “He’s—” Caroline begins, her voice rising in anger, but you cut her off sharply, “You knew what kind of guy my brother was, so why did you even bother?”

Caroline stands there in silence, her eyes darting around as the partygoers watch. She takes a hesitant step forward, and you raise an eyebrow, curious about her next move. Suddenly, her face contorts with a pained expression. She brings the back of her hand to her mouth, but it’s too late. She bends over, vomiting on the floor, causing a collective gasp from the crowd.

“Oh my god,” you mutter, stepping back quickly to avoid the spreading mess. Rafe, standing behind you, looks like he’s about to gag, his hand covering his mouth. You instinctively reach out and pat Caroline’s back, offering what little comfort you can as she remains hunched over.

“What’s going on here?” Topper’s voice booms as he pushes through the crowd. He reaches you, his eyes scanning the scene before landing on Caroline. He sighs loudly, fingers pressing into his temples as if to ward off a headache. “Shit,” he mutters under his breath.

Caroline slowly lifts her head, her eyes meeting Topper’s with a mix of anger and embarrassment. Without warning, she swats your hand away, straightens up, and runs off, disappearing into the crowd of partygoers. The crowd parts for her, whispering amongst themselves, while you and Rafe exchange a bewildered glance.

Topper stands there, rubbing his forehead, clearly frustrated. “Great, just great,” he mumbles. “Did you really have to break it off tonight?” You mutter, giving your brother an annoyed look as he rolls his eyes “Oh, I’m sorry, Princess. Did she ruin your shoes or something?” Topper lifts his hands up in mock surrender, his tone sarcastic. “Get fucked, Topper,” You scoff, “let’s go,” You pull Rafe with you.

"Good to see you, Top," Rafe pats his shoulder, a smile gracing his lips before he lets you walk him upstairs (walk him like a dog sis).

[noobsoconfusing]

‘fill the void’_ hamzahthefantastic

summary: hamzah has been busy with the channel and misses you so much, so when you finally have time together, you kinda make it up to him.

warning: sub!hamzah, guided masturbation, lowkey cum eating, kinda gross, fluff and praise.

>_<

hamzah’s right leg bounces up and down in a desperate manner, erratic and anxious.

brown eyes shaky and glossy as he anticipates your company, your mere existence next to his. he bites his lip hard enough to wince but not that hard to draw blood.

as the elevator is taking way too long for his liking, he rolls his eyes and practically sprints up the stairs.

bad idea, oh god. –he thinks to himself, slowing down his pace as he gets to the third floor. two more floors to reach your shared flat.

the anticipation grows inside his belly, excitement even, to finally see you after such a long day. fuck, he misses you. badly. so badly.

as he fumbles with the keys, a groan escapes his lips when his hands start shaking. open, open, please just open. he mentally begs.

fucking finally, the door opens and hamzah shuts it closed as he enters, looking for you desperately, like a lost puppy looking for its owner.

“y/n! i am home!” he announces.

red and blue quickly make their way out of their shared bed, snuggling up onto hamzah’s legs, showing how much they missed their cat dad. no response from you, whatsoever.

“hey little guys, where’s mom, huh?” knowing he wont get an answer back, hamzah pets his cats and continues looking for you.

as he gets into your shared room, he sighs in relief. there you are.

though you can’t see him, as you quickly type something on the keyboard, sitting on the desk that faces the wall. you’re wearing his headphones, and he then thinks you might be doing college work or just being functional.

he sneaks behind you, and pauses for a moment. waiting to see if you can feel his presence. but as you’re too carried away by whatever the fuck you’re doing, you don’t.

“woah!” you whine when hamzah snatches the headphones off your head. quickly, you turn around on the chair to face your boyfriend. a big smile forms on your face. “hello!” you say.

hamzah pouts, “thought you weren’t home.” he says, pulling your body effortlessly off the chair so you can stand in front of him. “i missed you so fuckin’ much you have no idea.” he admitted

“hey, i missed you too.” you murmur as his body melts with yours in a tight hug.

you can feel how he inhales your scent, his hands slide to your waist too, gripping so hard you think it might bruise. he groans into the hug, a desperate sound erupting from his throat. and then you know whats up.

“you okay, love?” you ask, trying to pull away to face him but he grips tighter, audibly protesting for you to just stay there with him.

“need you. that’s all.” his voice sounds soft, still low and deep per usual. but you get to hear the smallness of his words, the warm sound of need.

“it’s fine, need you too…” you quietly admit, not breaking the hug still.

and the scene is just weird. how you two stand in the middle of the room, embracing each other and balancing as you try not to lose yourself and fall on the floor from how hard he hugs you

“bed, please?” he asks after a moment.

you nod. “yeah, bed.”

for the first time, he breaks the hug but only to quickly get rid of his shoes, he takes off the beanie he was wearing and pulls your hand so you can lay on the bed with him.

“you’re very warm, you feel good?” you ask, a tone of worry sliding out of your question.

his cheeks are flushed and eyes teary, he looks so stupidly good though, something about his needy image invites you, attracts you even more.

“i feel good now that i’m with you.” hamzah holds your hand in his, bringing it up to his face and just keeping it there.

“love you so much, yeah?” you say, caressing his features and letting him lean into your touch.

cozy. very cozy.

“get closer, please.” he pleaded, and when you didn’t move as fast as he would’ve liked, he took matters into his own hands. his hands gripped your hips, pulling them towards his own body, the space between you both nonexistent.

he kissed your neck desperately, hungrily, almost like he was starving.

“so fuckin’ pretty, ma.” he breathed out, a whine catching up inside your throat. that pet name always made you fuzzy inside.

“are you sure you’re okay, hamzah?” you were worried by how he was behaving. not worried in a bad manner, but surprised.

it seemed that now, the words had vanished from his brain, he acted completely out of impulse.

“mmhm, yeah.” he shifted on the bed, placing his leg over yours. “just… really fuckin’ need you right now… always do.” he kissed your shoulder and you shivered at the feeling of his lips on your body.

each time felt like the first time.

“tell me, hamzah.” your voice came out like a whisper, but it was fine.

his eyes opened and stared at you, the vague lighting of the room felt almost painful as it hit his sight.

“what?” big hazy eyes penetrating your figure, he almost wanted to swallow your image, engrave it onto his brain.

you gulped. closeness feeling way too intense now. you liked it.

“tell me what you need me to do.” he groaned at your words, licking his lips almost instinctively.

he was nervous all of sudden.

“i- i don’t know.” hamzah felt so small, so braindead.

every single time he was with you, he felt as if some switch inside his brain turned off, leaving you all the thinking work.

“i think you do know, yeah.” your hand traveled to his cheek, all the way down to his neck, and you let it rest there.

you felt him swallow, his adam’s apple bobbed up and down.

“can you- uh, …please?” so fucked, that’s how he felt. you had barely done anything more than just exist, and yet he was fucked. how pathetic.

“hey, hey, words.” you tighten the grip on his neck, not enough to choke, just enough to feel his blood flowing through the veins.

he whined just so beautifully.

“y/n… p-please…” his lower lip trembled and you knew what he wanted. still, you waited for him to tell you. “can i kiss you?” please please say yes.

a smile appeared on your face and you nodded slowly. so tempting.

“sure.” finally, you thought.

he wasted no time, cupping your face with his big hands, and getting to taste your lips after what felt like ages.

oh how soft, how delicate. he melted right then and there, some part of his mind became mush, and all he could do was keep kissing you, it was messy, so desperate.

however, you started feeling needy too. a feeling so complex to understand. a feeling only hamzah could fill.

like an emptiness inside that you knew only he could fill up.

hamzah’s tongue pressed between your lips and you parted them, allowing him in. you couldn’t help but giggle at the feeling, at how he was practically desperately grinding his hips onto you without shame.

this man, you swore, couldn’t kiss you without getting his dick hard, and that was just the effect you had on him.

“oww, f-fuck, ‘s good” he breathed out, a whine almost. “you’re so pretty, i could eat you.” he said, his hands moved up and down your torso, feeling you up in such a hungry manner.

“damn…” you said quite surprised at his words.

as you were starting to feel not enough contact, you shifted on the bed, breaking the kiss for a moment, hamzah’s eyes stared at you worried, afraid he might’ve done something you didn’t like.

“wha-?”

“hold on, don’t be desperate.” you giggled, kindly pushing hamzah back on the pillows and straddling him.

“can’t help it, sorry…”

he groaned when you sat on his lap, your body perfectly pressing his.

“love you so much, y’know that? love every single thing about you, pretty boy.” your hands found support on his shoulders, he enjoyed this position so much, he got to see your face and at the same time found a nice good friction.

“god i love you, i love you, love you so m-much.” his hands gripped your hips once again, and he thrusted up to feel you. the hardness inside his sweats was painful, and only you could help him out with it. he closed his eyes when you grinded down too, your core pressing with him oh so perfectly.

“open.” you said, soft voice made him melt.

hamzah opened his mouth, eyes closed still, his cheeks so red and tongue wetting his lower lip.

you shook your head with a smile, letting an airy laugh slip past your lips. god he was so fucking cute like this.

“your eyes, silly, i meant open your eyes.”

“oh…” he giggled nervously, a new side of him you didn’t quite know about he had just showed. “sorry, baby…” he pulled up to kiss your lips once again, a peck this time.

“it’s okay, you’re pretty.”

fuck, hamzah could dry hump you for eternity. his hips were kinda tired, he wanted you to do the work for him, however, he couldn’t let you, he didn’t wanna be a bother. though, he wasn’t.

“wanna make you cum..” you said breaking the comfortable silence. not very much of a silence, since his moans would constantly be adorning the space surrounding you.

“j-just… do it- please, please i’ll do anything, i promise…” hamzah pleaded once again. it was weird. so cute though, you loved when he did that. that thing with his eyes, the lust, the love.

his hips began to stutter, was he close from just humping?

“gonna take these off, okay?” you said, asking for an already given permission.

he nodded so fucking fast you thought his head was gonna fall off his neck.

hamzah admired your actions, how you got off his lap to pull his sweats off, and he just let you do it. he felt like putty, like something maleable for you to play with. he liked feeling that way.

“pretty. very pretty.” you praised his bulge, taking your time to take his briefs off. almost like you wanted to tease him.

“s-stop…” he felt nervous. even if you had seen him plenty of times, still got nervous when you praised him.

“want me to stop?” you asked, attentively. your eyes scanned his figure, looking for any discomfort. you found any.

“no! no! please j-just keep going!” you took that as a cue to start. “fuck!” a high pitched moan left his soul.

his eyes rolled back when your flat hand placed over his clothed boner, and an idea popped into your head.

“do it yourself.” you bluntly said.

his eyes opened wide, looking worried and confused. he opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out.

“i want you to do it, hamzah. please yourself, come on.” you explained better.

“b-but…”

“shh, i know you can do it, yeah? you’re such a good boy, aren’t you? so pretty for me, so sweet, so obedient… c’mon.”

he groaned again, his cock twitching inside his briefs as you praised him once again. he nodded slowly, feeling dizzy all of sudden.

shaky hands took over, hamzah slipped his dick out of his underwear and shakily touched the leaking tip. fuck, he felt so stupid, almost like all his self-pleasing knowledge had been forgotten all of sudden.

“mmhmm, shit..” he cursed under his breath when it twitched again, leaking this ridiculous amount of precum just at the thought of you watching him jerk off.

he could feel your sight on him, so expectant.

“go ahead, love.” you encouraged him, sitting closer to him, your hand on his thigh. he shivered at the touch.

“o-okay, gonna start now..” he felt as if he needed your permission, which you had given him already.

his hand wrapped around his shaft, it felt slippery and wet from all the stimulation that kissing and humping you had given him. he moaned, satisfied. his thumb circled around the head, sliding easily, and then, when his hand tightened, he stroked all the way down.

“oh god, god, oh f-fuck, y/n?” it felt so surreal. he had jerked off infinite times before this, why was he so fucking sensitive now?

your hand caressed his thigh. “yeah?”

“n-nothing.”

“keep going, you’re doing very good.” you moved closer to kiss his temple, lovingly and gently.

hamzah stroked up, and then down again. he was going at a very steady pace, trying his best not to cum quickly, since he wanted you to know how much he could handle.

not much.

“gonna tell me what has you so needy?” you asked all of sudden. and then, hamzah thought it was rather interesting to have a conversation while he was pounding it.

“uh…i- i think it’s just w-work,” he managed to reply. “been away all week..” he added after a groan, slowing down his movements.

“don’t stop.” you warned, moving your hand to engulf his own, as you helped him jerk off, steadying his shaky moves. “missed me, huh?”

“fuck yeah, a lot.” mhmm. “missed y-your voice a-and you… and your touch and, and this…” his eyebrows knitted together, he opened his mouth to moan but it was silent when you made his hand stop. “p-please, keep going…” he begged.

“you do it, love.” you said, letting his own hand move and the other hand gripped the sheets so hard you thought he was gonna rip them apart.

the wet sounds of hamzah’s skin, the lewd sounds of his hand sliding up and down his dick filled the room. it made you unbelievably worked up seeing him so desperate. it was very pretty.

he was starting to jerk off quicker, the speed alarming you. short moans came out of his throat, curses too.

“ah, ah, ah- shit! wanna cum… gonna-, c-can i?” his movements erratic and inconsistent, the glistening clear fluid coating his hand entirely from how messy he had been.

he had been so good, waiting all week for you. even if he was away filming and you were busy with college. he had been patient and waited until you both could get intimate. so good.

“cum, hamzah, be good for me, okay?” you squeezed his thigh again, giving him reassurance.

he moaned loudly, his breathing stopped, it caught up on his throat.

“wanna fill you up, god, wanna fill you up so bad, s-so bad..” he rambled slurring his words.

inside his mind, the image of him filling you up with his warm cum. it always helped him reach a decent, more than good orgasm.

your thighs pressed together and your eyes widen at his words. you bit your lower lip, anticipating his release. a small, needy whine escaped from your lips.

hamzah’s free hand looked blindly for yours, awaiting to hold onto something while he let himself go. you linked your hands and he then, only felt like he could cum.

“o-oh fuck! y/n, y/n!” there we go, his low voice carried out a cry, so pathetic. he kept stroking, wanting to let out all the built up cum he had been accumulating all damn week. “owww…” he sobbed.

hamzah’s shaky hands let go of his shaft and he opened his eyes slowly. he looked down at the mess he had made. a puddle of cum settled on his tummy, part of the sheets and his hands.

you giggled, snapping him out of his trance. hamzah looked at you with droopy eyes, tired and sleepy. he smiled lazily. silently thanking you for everything you did for him.

“y/n, i love you.” he said after a while of just trying to catch his breath.

you took his hand, the one that had cum all over, and held it up. he looked at you anticipating, those big brown eyes staring directly at your soul.

then, you did it. you licked his fingers, tasting him in your mouth. his eyes widened, the sight of you practically eating his cum made him warm all over. the knot inside his tummy started to tighten once again.

“oww… you’re gross.” he playfully said scrunching up his nose. blatantly lying. he found it hot.

“nah, you are gross, look at this mess!” you pointed at the messy sheets. hamzah rolled his eyes and sighed, tired.

“your fault.” he giggled.

kinda your fault for how fucking adorable you were. your fault for making hamzah so stupidly horny. your fault for making him love you so much.

“need to clean you up, though.” you were going to get up and look for wipes but he held your hand, dragging you back in the bed with him.

“stay with me.” he said, looking at you with those eyes he knew you loved. persuading you into just laying there. next to him.

you couldn’t say no to him, not ever. so you gave in. you threw yourself on the pillows and held his hand. your breathing synced with hamzah’s.

realisation hit you then. you leaned up to peek and held a laugh when you saw the image in front of you. hamzah’s hand gripped yours as he felt you moving. you blinked.

“your dick is still out.”

post nut clarity hit hamzah too, however he was too calm and comfy to do anything about it.

“yeah, i know..”

“okay.” you smiled, leaning your head on his shoulder. he leaned his on yours too, “i love you”

“mhmm, love ya’ so fuckin’ much too, ma, so much, you don’t even imagine…” hamzah snuggled closer to you, the warmth comfiness of your body next to his calmed his nerves.

comfortable silence filled the room, as your tender love filled the void.

>_<

sorry this took so long and sorry this sucks but i smoked some weed and kinda just vomited words and this came out bye

[httpvomitello]

hello lovely person🥹

could I pretty please request Peter Parker x reader where it’s kinda slow burn strangers to lovers

reader is a new recruit for the avengers and Cap suggests a sparring match to see where reader’s skills lie and she goes against Peter

bonus points if you could include the classic scene where one of them pins the other and it’s a lot of tension and maybe a little kiss after🤭

thank you babes, have a good Easter Sunday xx

Hellooo amazing person, i'm really happy to write this one and i hope you like it! Also Happy Easter everyone, i hope you guys are having an wonderful day ~ ♡♡

Six Rounds to Fall .｡*･ﾟﾟ

Summary: You're the new recruit. Peter's the awkward genius superhero who gets volunteered to spar with you—again and again.

peter parker x f!reader

The Avengers Compound was a lot more intimidating in person.

Your first few days had been a blur—orientation, training evaluations, strange nods of approval from Natasha, a handshake from Steve that nearly broke your fingers, and Tony Stark making three jokes at your expense before breakfast. Not bad, really.

Then came the part where Steve cornered you by the gym and dropped a casual bomb.

“Let’s see what you’ve got in the ring,” he said, like it wasn’t a loaded sentence coming from Captain America. “We’ll start with Parker.”

You blinked. “Spider-Man?”

“He’s a good test for reflexes,” Steve replied, crossing his arms. “And I think you two will work well together.”

You weren’t sure what that meant. You’d only met Peter Parker in passing—he was polite, kinda funny in a quiet way, and blushed when you asked him where the coffee machine was.

Sparring with him sounded... interesting.

Session One

Peter was all nerves.

He stood on the mat, arms awkwardly loose at his sides, and gave you a sheepish grin. “Hey... um. Just so you know, I bruise easily.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You have super strength.”

“Yeah, but like... emotionally.”

You smirked. Okay, maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

The session was short—mostly warm-ups, light sparring. He was faster than you expected, but clearly holding back. You didn’t mind. It gave you a chance to read him. He was easy to fluster. Every time your hand grazed his side or you moved a little too close, his eyes darted away.

Cute. Weird. And definitely not what you were used to in training.

The second time, you were sharper this time. Peter was still polite but a little more focused. The jokes faded after the first ten minutes, replaced by an edge you hadn’t seen before.

He pinned you once. Just for a moment. His hands gripped your wrists, holding you to the mat. Your breath caught, not from the hold—but from how close he was.

He noticed. His cheeks turned bright red, and he scrambled back like you were on fire.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, helping you up.

You just gave him a look. “You going to do that every time?”

His mouth opened. Closed. “Probably?”

The third time, Nat watched from the side this time, arms folded as she made notes for your file. Peter tried to keep things professional, but his banter slipped out anyway.

“You’ve been practicing,” he said after you managed to flip him for the first time.

“You haven’t,” you teased.

The match ended in a draw. You were both sweaty, flushed, and laughing as you caught your breath.

Something lingered in his expression when he looked at you. Something he didn’t say.

You didn’t ask.

Steve wasn’t even pretending to be subtle now.

“Parker, you're up. Again.”

Peter gave him a look. “Are you... sure?”

Steve smirked. “Positive.”

This match was rougher. Neither of you held back as much. You felt the tension simmering beneath every block, every spin, every time your fingers brushed his arm or your knee hit his thigh. You weren’t sure when the sparring became something else—some kind of dance, charged with whatever was building between you two.

Peter got the upper hand by surprise and pinned you again, his weight pressing lightly on your hips. His eyes searched yours, lips slightly parted, breathing hard.

You could’ve sworn he was going to say something.

But he didn’t.

He just rolled off you and mumbled, “Nice work.”

You didn’t sleep much that night.

You both pretended it was normal.

It wasn’t.

There was a moment where you grabbed his arm to spin him, and he caught your waist instead. The tension was unbearable—your faces inches apart, eyes locked.

His fingers twitched against your side. Like he wanted to hold you there.

“Should we... reset?” he asked, voice hoarse.

You nodded too quickly. “Yeah. Yeah, let’s reset.”

Neither of you reset. You just stood there, hearts racing, until Natasha clapped loudly from the corner. “Someone gonna throw a punch or just keep eye-fondling?”

Peter looked like he wanted the floor to open up and swallow him.

You walked into the gym before him this time.

Your stomach was a mess of nerves you refused to acknowledge. Something had to give. This thing between you—it wasn’t just training anymore. You knew it. So did he.

Peter walked in, suit slightly unzipped at the collar, and gave you a crooked grin.

“You look ready to kill me today.”

“Maybe just a little.”

The match started normal. Hits. Dodges. Grunts. But there was too much tension now—too much unspoken.

You went for a sweep; he dodged. He came back with a jab; you blocked. Then he spun, arm looping around your waist, and took you down—but not hard. He followed the fall, bracing himself with one arm beside your head.

And there you were again. Pinned. Staring up at him.

Only this time, he didn’t move.

“Are we gonna keep pretending this isn’t a thing?” he asked, so softly you barely heard it.

Your chest rose and fell beneath him. “What if I don’t want to pretend?”

His eyes flicked to your mouth.

And this time... this time, he kissed you.

It was slow at first. Like he was still unsure you’d pull away. But you didn’t. You pulled him closer instead, fingers curling in his shirt.

Somewhere, you heard Steve’s voice echoing through the comm system. “Training room feed is still on, by the way.”

Peter groaned against your mouth. “We’re never living that down.”

You laughed breathlessly. “Nope.”

[dallyismypookie]

ooc Dallas Winston x fem!reader

18+ even tho that wasn’t my goal it just kinda happened.

Not proof read or edited. Also my second ever ff so yeah💀.

Incomplete fanfic I might or might not finish. Kinda started off bad cuz I don’t know how to write but whatever🤷🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️. If anyone has ideas pls help🥲. Also I suck at formatting 🤡

Romantic Dally, bad humour, horrible writing (English isn’t my first language, pls have mercy😪), incorrect use of 60’s slang and steamy scenes I guess?

Priorities

Damp grass crunched under the soles of Dally’ shoes as he walked across the park. Small droplets from the left over rain rolling down the cap of his dirty shoes. The slouch in his posture not going unnoticed by the small kids nearby playing with their toys. At least, this time he didn’t jump them. His leather jacket, bruised face and the cigarette in hand made him look tough, drawing eyes of the mom’s who started calling their kids over to safety. (Like his ego needed to be any bigger).

But Dally didn’t care, not this time at least, even if it did give him an ego boost to see the effect his appearance has on people. No, all he had on his mind was getting back home. And for once he wanted to do so without getting into any trouble on his way back. But of course the coins are never up for the greasers and before Dally could realise what was happening, the obnoxious blue Mustang had already pulled up before him. Now the Park wasn’t a place Dally wanted to fight in, the park was for the kids and lovers after all. But he wouldn’t let himself get intimidated by a bunch of Socs. Besides the mom’s had already sensed trouble with simply Dally’s presence and had long left.

A loud slam of the Mustang’s door snaps Dally out of his thoughts. “I’d watch it if I were you. This ain’t your part of town, sucker,” he drawled. Only petulantly taking the cigarette away from his mouth. Dally took one last drag from his cigarette before stomping it out with his foot, blowing the smoke into one of the Soc’s faces. “Now get lost ‘fore I beat your face in” he said lowly. The Soc, being none other than Bob himself, scoffed “you don’t scare me, hood. You’re outnumbered.” A small chuckle left Dally’s lips as he looked at the Socs cockily “Boy howdy, now you got me scared. I oughta be shiverin’ now. Let me get somethin’ clear for you, punk. I ain’t in the mood for fights right now. I got a hot broad waitin’ for me at home so I reckon you get lost ‘fore I loose my patience. And I ain’t a very patient guy, you dig? So git goin’!”.

Bob looks at the pocketknife in Dally’s hand that is now pointing at him. The experienced way Dally is holding the knife in seems to send the message across to the unarmed Socs. Bob, who’s ego had been clearly bruised, huffed, “You dirty hoods. Well fine. But you better be ready for the next rumble. Cuz I ain’t goin’ easy on you then!” As the annoying Soc kept huffing on his way back to his car Dally rolled his eyes, “Shut your trap, sucker. Get lost!” And soon enough the blue Mustang was speeding down the road again.

Which only left one thing behind. Dally’s eagerness to get home to his beloved. Now Dally was never a romantic guy, he had a reputation after all. Some even going as far to accuse him of being unable to love. But something about the pretty doll waiting for him at home made him want to act right. Made him think that maybe he didn’t need to break that many laws on his way home. Just the thought of her cute smile whenever she saw him made Dally’s heart flutter and fasten his pace. And just when he was about to grab another cigarette, he had already reached the door and let it slip back in his pocket instead.

The soft shut of the door echoed through the quiet house, coupled with the rustling of Dally taking his leather jacket off and dumping his shoes into a corner. And there she was, lying on the couch fast asleep, the one he would go to war for. Dally quietly moves up to her, his rough hands gently moving to her face in a sweet caress. His heart beating just a tad bit faster as her eyes flutter open softly.

“Hey, doll. Sleep good? Don’t you just look ravishin’, ” He smirks down at her, rubbing his thumb over her bottom lip teasingly. His eyes darkening as she smiles up at him sleepily before placing a soft kiss on the tip of his thumb. “You’re back.” She states (obviously) as she sits up. Squealing softly as he basically tackles her into a hug.

Now if anyone from the gang had seen that they’d have probably died from a shock. Seeing as Dallas Winston, the toughest and meanest greaser, who jumped smaller kids for fun was acting all sappy because of a broad. But for Dally she wasn’t just a broad, in fact if anyone other than him tried to call her a broad, he’d probably land in the cooler again. And that’s about as romantic as he gets.

“What happened to your face, hon?” Her soothing voice cut through the comfortable silence. A small hiss escaping his lips as she dragged her finger over a small cut on his forehead lightly. “It ain’t nun. Just a small racket at Buck’s place. Don’t worry ‘bout it, baby.” Dally answered, pulling her closer as he let his hands run down her side. A smirk ghosting over his lips as he felt a small shiver run down her spine.

“My, my baby. Ain’t you getting excited?” He drawled, sneakily sliding his hand under her shirt. He stuck his head in the crook of her neck, taking a deep inhale as he groaned, “Glory, you smell good.” A small giggle escapes her lips as she pushes him away teasingly while getting up from the couch, walking to the kitchen counter “oh shut it. You just got home and you smell.” Dally gasps in mock offence, dramatically placing a hand on his chest, “oh you wound me, darlin’. Why don’t you join me in the shower then?” Another chuckle escapes her lips as she hums “you’re so bad.” Biting her bottom lip softly as Dally walks up behind her, his strong arms wrapping around her waist as he teasingly ghosts his lips up her neck. “You know you love it. So why don’t you quit your actin’ and let me make you feel good?” He whispers roughly into her ear before making her squeal softly as he nips gently on her earlobe.

“Dally” she sighs softly, her muscles relaxing as she tilts her neck to the side softly, letting him trail more wet kisses down her neck and along her shoulder. The needy tone in her voice makes Dally smirk as he playfully sinks his teeth into the sensitive skin of her neck “Yeah? Just say what you want baby…I’ll give it to you.” Dally’s eyes flicker with confusion as a small grin suddenly creeps up on her lips. “You still smell,” she smirks. Breaking out into laughter as Dally abruptly tickles her sides, peppering kisses over her face, playfully scolding her. “Oh, you mean little minx. Better shut it ‘fore I make you.” He threatens playfully, caging her against the counter with his arms.

“Make me? And how would you do that?” Her teasing voice lulls out, making a competitive smirk spread across Dally’s face. “Oh darlin’, I’d love to tell you but I got to shower now,” he say suddenly, placing a final kiss on her cheek and stepping away. A satisfied grin on his face as he hears her disappointed whine. “You can always join me” Dally calls out lightly as he steps into the bathroom.

In the bathroom hot steam fogs up the small mirror by the sink, dirty clothes crumpled up by the laundry basket. A wave of stuffy air hits her as she quietly sneaks into the bathroom, her clothes quickly joining his. “What’s a handsome fella like you doin’ here all by yourself lonesome? You come here often, baby?” The joke leaves her lips before he can even register her presence. A surprised cackle breaking free from the back of his throat as he immediately pulls her closer to him. “Goshamighty, don’t you look just delicious.” Dally curses roughly as he squeezes her hip urgently.

“My, oh my. I feel honoured,” she purrs softly, her hands teasingly running up his abs, over his pecs and to the back of his neck, tangling into the wet strands of his hair. As she playfully gives it a soft tug his deep growl fills the otherwise quiet bathroom, save for the gentle running of the shower stream. “You’re playin’ with fire, babe. You just have to say what you want. Remember?” Dally’s deep voice rings out, that cocky smirk of his still ever so present on his gorgeous face.

She takes another step closer, their bare and soaked bodies pressing up against each other as she whispers breathily, “just you.” And with that, Dally smashes his lips against hers with a grunt. Their lips sensually moving against the other’s, the streaming water only slightly covering the sounds of their heavy panting and sighing. Heat springs to Dally’s face, coating his cheeks in a soft pink, as her small whines reach his ears. His hand desperately trailing up her arm and cupping her jaw as the kiss deepens. The taste of her cherry cola on his tongue as he licks into her mouth needy. A broken whimper tumbles from his kiss swollen lips as he feels their mixed drool drip down his chin, but he doesn’t want to pull away just yet.

Instead he pulls her impossibly closer, pressing her up against the cold tile wall, making her warm body shudder slightly. His free hand roams up her leg, squeezing her thigh before smacking it lightly, making her moan into the kiss as he hikes it up around his waist. All while never breaking the kiss, only tilting her face so he could push his tongue further into her mouth and rub against hers languidly. As he finally pulls back his lips she gasps out desperately. Both panting for air as he looks deeply into her glossy eyes. A shiver raking down his spine as his eyes lock onto her enamoured gaze.

“Well aren’t you happy to see me?” She grins, smoothly pressing her thigh against the insistent erection pressing up against her. A whiny hiss ripping itself from Dally as his hips instinctively buck up against her, “Damnit. Ain’t you a perceptive gal.”

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[mechanoize]

First of all, I love your most recent post, he looks so elegant

Second of all, I am very much intrigued, and would enjoy a ramble, if you are up to it :)

copy pasted from my other ask.. :P

BUT.. so basically what I had in mind was…

(big fat big ramble incoming…)

prowl is a sorta crime boss,, big guy, big name, big money yk. and so there’s this big ol’ masquerade getting hosted… not by him, he doesn’t care for them, but in his name. whole buncha other big name guys are there too, ‘nd OUUUU jazz is an enforcer who specializes in undercover work. he recently got transferred to praxus yk. and this is his first real dangerous assignment.

hes done lotsa research, he’s a smart guy. and so they set it up so he’s working as a lead singer for a little live music/entertainment sector of the masquerade. he was meant to be in the least compromising position, whereas Mirage was actively invisible and snooping around the premises, and Tracks was meant to act as a distraction more than anything, keep the attention more so on her. (I need to design her so bad for this,, and ‘raj :P )

but worst comes to worst, Jazz ends up being a little bit TOO good at his job and many mecha are attracted to the music he and others are providing. causes complications, of course, but jazz is quick to reassure they’ll be fine. and they can’t really withdraw, because Jazz is too far cemented into the scene at that point.

the night draws to a close and there’s a sort of (probably traditional) dance that Prowl is kinda forced into. Not really, there isn’t many people who can force him to do anything, but a little but of persuasion from bluestreak and he crumbled. He didn’t have anyone TO dance with, and though not an inherently romantic performance, it’s still.. demeaning, in his eyes. Too much so to do it with anyone familiar.

so he chooses a partner at random, and as per protocol, many if not all the mechanisms present at least loosely knew the choreography. jazzs commlink is on fire, they think oh crap, our guys cooked. we didn’t know OR cover this. but surprise,, Jazz loves culture, loves learning. he loves dancing, music and all that stuff, and though he didn’t learn it to benefit his mission, he knew it. HOORAY!

so that’s settled, and it goes better than anyone (mainly prowl) could have imagined.

this is getting too long but Prowl is also smart. He actually is very much aware of Jazz and Track’s position, and he’s ran into his cities law enforcement many a time. he’s started threatening, yk, trying to shake them off. not because Prowl is hiding some big twisted secret, but because their enforcers are being met with increasingly harsher repercussions when caught within his vicinity. hes trying to spare them the trouble. they’ve also never even gotten close to uncovering anything beneath prowls jurisdiction so 😭 but they keep trying. And prowl is genuinely baffled that they keep sending their agents directly into danger, and this was their dumbest idea to date.

Because Prowl had known from the moment they stepped ped in the venue, and the bots present were not all dumb. And to be uncovered would result in things that not even he could stop, lest he shatter his own reputation. And that is something he’s unwilling to do; he has mechanisms of his own to protect.

so Prowls actions are all calculated, and he sorta has an idea to fake a liking towards Jazz and book him again, the following orn. Implications get twisted, yeah, but he just wants to speak to him one on one so he can relay a message to his superiors, tell them to back off cus though he is merciful many others are not.

Jazz sees this as an opportunity. and with little input, he accepts. of course, immediately reprimanded, but not discouraged. the mechs overseeing his mission see this as a needed win. a chance to finally crack down on the crime empires or whatever, starting at the heart of it all, Prowl.

ILL CUT IT SHORT NOW but !!! Prowl makes Jazz aware of it all, Jazz is like holy moly. And at that point Jazz is too involved for Prowl to send him on his way and forget so he sorta keeps an eye on him, something Jazz is more than aware of.

yaddah yaddah more interaction that i do have ideas for but are not major enough to send here 😭

+ a bonus wip sketch! very messy rn but I’ll actually render this one when i get the time LMFAO

[separatedleoau]

Hi I was jus wondering how do you decide which panel you animate.

Also why did you decided to animate this comic? For practice? Simply because you want it? For revenge?

Also do you have any tipp for starter animaters how to start animating what kind of animations should they start with.

Love the comic can't wait for more. Please be healthy (it's good for your health)

Sending lot of love with hugs (if you like hugs)

by vibe, mostly

This is animated kind of for practice, kind of just because I think is fun and intresting to mix comic and animation, and yeah I guess a bit of revange, if thats the right word on this case cause there was another comic I wanted to do this with and chickened out of it (maybe the correct for of it would be avenge?🤔)

Now let me go into story mode:

When I was starting this au I was just gonna do One's concept design and the one scene that got stuck in my head: him dropping down for his introduction, and that was it

So I thought "I could make this an animatic" and I started storyboarding it on my sketchbook and then went "wait this is too much work, I don't wanna do it.... I'm gonna make it a comic" but there was That Shot that I had in mind and so clearly and I wanted to see it in motion so bad

Animation in comics is something that has gotten stuck in my head for close to a decade, long ago (in a galaxy far far away) I saw these zelda comics by Zac Gorman

I think it was the first time I saw a comic animated, and I thought it was the coolest thing ever. Then I saw a gifset of the How to Train Your Dragon "Downed Dragon" scene with Hiccup walking on the forest and it was composed as a comic, but they were gifs of the movie, I think that's what settled it in my mind that I would want to tell a story that way at some point

But I didnt know how to animate or make comics

So I started practicing, one step at the time, I decided to start with making comics (I started drawing my httyd fic since it basically was already scripted, but I realized how complicated that was and gave up lmao)

I've used the putting some animation to comics before, in small forms and not that often, really, but I was practicing for that moment when I had a Big Story for me to tell in that medium. Thing I have now and I'm working on!

So I took on httyd comics again and used another au I had to practice long form comics and animation on comics with it. I realized at some point that I was biting more than I could chew and decided to tone it down and keep it to just comic, I would get the oportunity to practice animation-comic making at some other point

And so this au came in taking down my door

I used what I had storyboarded as thumbnails for the comic and decided to make some small bits with simple animation and That Shot fully animated frame by frame (the original idea I could never make it look good so I settled for something simpler, I still want to try and re-do that animation, not to change the comic, but just as a bonus mostly for myself)

So yeah

It's been for pratice when I finally get to do my original story (that I'm working on rn)

Just cause I want to cause it looks cools and I've been mening to do something like this for so long

And I'm avenging that first httyd comic I tried to do and kinda the current httyd comic cause I took out the animation of that one

As for tips for biginer animators?

I should say learn the animation principles since those are your bases, everyone hates doing the bouncing ball cause is boring but is actually a good start.

but honeslty? chose a guy and go nuts with it <- thats my tip of how to improve on anything art related, making fanart of httyd has gotten me this far

[lixenn]

@einsatzzz since you have blessed us with glory in form of your webcomic, I naturally have only one response:

GET REVERSE UNO CARDED HAH! 🔄️🫵🫵

*throws comic at you and runs*

redraw based on this scenecommisions open

More yapping about this under the cut 🫡

So, maybe you are asking yourself this? Where does this even come from? Well, my friend it's because I've encountered the audio of this scene multiple times while doomscrolling through insta reels and the last time I watched a video edit based on it I went like: "Wait, isn't this super Reicore???" I wanted an animated short with the audio and Rei so bad, but alas 😔 I can't animate for shit so I put the entire thing on hold. However! I was bingereading a bunch of webcomics in the recent weeks and I stared at all the pretty art in envy.

Me: I want to draw comics too, goddammit!! Brain: Well, why aren't you doing it then, dumbass? Me: Omg, you are so right brain!

Proceed me deciding to start drawing this comic a few days ago only to remember that the release date of KHRe was approaching, so I went into grind mode BECAUSE I WILL FINISH THIS AS A PRESENT FOR THE WEBCOMIC RELEASE OR DIE TRYING 🫵😈/j /lh So yeah I applied speedrun strats so that I could post this on release date and even if you technically posted the first chapter yesterday in my timezone IT'S STILL THE 27TH HERE RIGHT NOW SO I MADE MY DEADLINE!!

Anyways to the comic itself: I had quite fun drawing it! I experimented with the art style again and for once I actually did the hard shading without hating it afterwards so huge win! Fun fact: naturally the last panel took the longest cause it involves a kinda full body and a pose that I can only call: "what the actual fuck dude?" but! The panel that annoyed me the most was the fucking coin panel because by God shading this fucking coin in a way that I liked took so fucking long 😭😭😭 In the end I just kinda ditched following the reference and winged it but dude the amount of time I spend on this is frankly embarrasing.

All in all, I gotta say I gained even more respect to all comic artists out there which I didn't even think was possible. Cause... I just kinda redrew an anime scene with six panels and that was already an ordeal. Yet there are people out there pumping out full chapters weekly??? Fucking insane man, you guys are all wizards 😭😭

Well, enough blabbing I hope you liked this lil something Ein 🥹💜 I hope you have a lovely week! Stay awesome!

[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

Manta Rays // Sarah Cameron

request: none!

prompts: none!

summary: you’ve been in love with sarah cameron for longer than you could remember. your friends have been trying to convince you to get over her and that it would never happen, and you almost listen. but what happens when you discover your feelings aren’t as one-sided as you thought?

warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption, language

word count: 3.2k

a/n: pogue!reader, gn!reader

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Been tryna dream of you for so long I can't even remember

When I first decided your face was the one I wanted my mind to conjure

Your eyes wandered over the group of people surrounding you as you sat down on the sand at yet another kegger that your friends forcibly dragged you to. Not to say that you didn’t like spending time with them, it’s just that parties like this weren’t exactly your scene. It was loud and chaotic, and you had never been one for drinking. That should’ve been enough for you to just refuse their invite altogether, opting to sit out and spend the night on your own in your room. But there was something that always drew you in. Or rather, someone.

Sarah Cameron. The girl who you’d been in love with for longer than you could remember. Just knowing that there was even a chance that you could see her kept drawing you back to the scene that you hated over and over again. But it was all worth it just to see her.

What you wouldn’t give to be able to have a chance with her. And in another life you just might’ve gone for it. But this was reality. She was a Kook princess and you were just a Pogue. You knew that Sarah would never even spare you a second glance, and if you did ever try asking her out, there was a very good chance of her laughing in your face. You knew it would never happen, but you still couldn’t bring yourself to move on.

“Someone’s distracted. Whatcha looking at?” Kie said as she sat down beside you, trying to track your gaze.

She sighed, nudging you with her shoulder, and you knew that she had caught you staring at Sarah yet again. “Still? You know it’s not gonna happen, you’ve even said it yourself. Why don’t you at least try moving on?”

“I’ve tried. Believe me. At this point, I don’t think it’s possible. But y’know, I’m completely fine suffering in silence and daydreaming from afar. It’s not so bad actually.”

I never knew manta rays were so big 'til I got high and had to Google it

I'm not obsessed, the feeling's just there and I'm tryin' hard to forget you

Tryin' hard to forget you

Your friends all knew about your infatuation with Sarah, much to their dismay. But no matter how hard they tried to convince you to hate her like they did or to get your heart set on someone else, you just couldn’t shake your feelings for her. Was it possible to be in love with someone you’ve never even talked to?

“Look, I’m just saying that at this point, it’s kinda getting a little creepy. You’re practically obsessed with her,” JJ said.

You sighed and rolled your eyes at him. “I’m not obsessed with her. You’re making me sound all stalkerish.”

“Oh yeah? Then how would you describe it?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

You shrugged, pondering the question in your mind for a few moments. “I dunno. Love, maybe?”

Kie almost choked on her drink as she turned to look at you. “Love? Seriously? Y/n, you’ve never even talked to Sarah! I doubt she even knows that you exist. No way are you in love with her.”

You fell silent at Kie’s words, knowing that there was no point in starting an argument over this with her. She could believe whatever she wanted to, you knew how you felt. You were absolutely, head over heels, in love with Sarah Cameron. Not exactly an ideal situation, but nonetheless, you couldn’t control your feelings. And painful as your feelings may be, you still couldn’t stop that fluttery feeling deep inside you every time she crossed your mind.

Your honey voice echoes in every noise

And I know this is just how it goes

I know, I know, I know, I know

“Hey! Wait up!”

You felt your heart momentarily stop when you heard Sarah’s voice coming from behind you. You so badly wanted to turn around and look at her, but you knew how awkward that would be. Still, you felt a small smile grow on your face just from knowing that she was nearby. That would have to be enough for now.

“Hey! Y/n!”

You froze. Did you hear that correctly? Did Sarah just say your name? You knew that you must’ve heard her incorrectly, but you still couldn’t stop yourself from turning around. And lo and behold, there was Sarah, heading straight towards you. Your mind raced with questions as she reached you, feeling your head spin from how close she was.

“It is y/n, right?” she asked, slightly out of breath from jogging to catch up with you.

“Uhhh… yeah! T-that would be me.” You cursed at yourself in your head for stuttering. The first time Sarah talks to you, and you’ve already made yourself look like an idiot.

“You dropped your wallet,” Sarah said, smiling as she handed it to you.

“Huh? Oh, uhm, thank you,” you replied, awkwardness consuming your entire being.

You reached forward to grab it from her and her fingers brushed against yours, making your knees weak and your stomach tie up in knots. You could barely believe just how easily that small of a touch had you falling apart.

“No problem! See you around,” Sarah said, a cheery smile on her face as she turned around and walked away.

My therapist will tell me that it's best to let it be

But I wanna light fires, I wanna explode, I wanna be everything you want to know

“What’s got you all giddy?” John B asked, glancing over at your jittery form.

Ever since that moment earlier today with Sarah, you could barely contain your excitement. Your leg kept bouncing, and you were smiling so hard your face began to ache. You just couldn’t stop replaying that moment over and over again, her hand barely touching yours. It was such a small, insignificant action. But to you, it was everything.

“I talked to Sarah!” you blurted out, uncontrollably squealing in excitement.

“Woah, what?! Okay, when did this happen?” JJ asked, his attention suddenly fixated on you.

“So, I was walking to the store when I heard someone calling my name. And then I turn around and Sarah is walking straight towards me!”

“Huh, so she does know your name,” Kie said.

You nodded excitedly. “Yeah! Well turns out that my wallet fell out of my pocket and she was just trying to give it back to me. But when she handed it to me, our fingers touched! That was hands down the greatest moment of my entire life!”

“Wow dude, you are whipped!” JJ said, nudging you with his elbow as he laughed.

You shrugged, a lovesick smile still on your face. “Maybe. But still, I’m making progress! I mean, this is the first time I’ve ever talked to her.”

Kie sighed, draping her arm over your shoulder. “Only because you dropped your wallet. I wouldn’t get too excited over that.”

You simply smiled in response. “Progress!”

But it's all for you, it's

All for you, it's

All for you, it's

Always for you

“Woah! You did what now?” Scarlet asked, staring at Sarah in shock.

“I stole their wallet so I could give it back to them!” Sarah sighed, resting her chin on her hands. “It’s insane, I know. But I just couldn’t figure out another way to talk to them. I didn’t wanna like come on too strong.”

Scarlet huffed, rolling her eyes. “Sarah, you need to get over this little school girl crush. They’re a Pogue, you can do so much better than that. What about Topper? He’s practically obsessed with you.”

Sarah shrugged, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Topper’s fine and all, but honestly, he’s kind of an asshole. And y/n is just so different. I’ve never met anyone like them before. They’re just so free, I can’t help but want to know more about them.”

“Look, all I’m saying is that if you associate with the wrong kind, certain people are going to get really upset.”

Sarah scoffed. “What, like Rafe? I don’t give a crap about how he feels. He can’t control me or my life, and if he has a problem with me liking y/n, he can go take it up with someone who actually cares.”

“Alright, I’m just warning you. Be careful, there’s all different kinds of freaks over on The Cut. You spend too much time over there, you're gonna get hurt.”

“Y/n’s not like the rest of them. They’re… perfect,” Sarah said, a dreamy smile overtaking her face.

It's all for you, it's

Never not for you, it's

All for you, it's

Still all for you

You practically clung to Kie’s side as your eyes nervously wandered the Island Club. You had all but begged her to invite you to Midsummer’s, knowing that you would definitely see Sarah here. But you hadn’t thought about just how out of place you feel at a fancy party, surrounded by Kooks who all eyed you judgingly.

You were in an outfit that was way too fancy for your liking, and probably cost more than your last paycheck. Kie had managed to convince her parents to buy it for you under the guise that you were going as her date. It took a lot of effort for Kie to convince you to even wear it, but you drew the line at the fancy shoes that you were supposed to wear with it, opting to wear your old beat-up converse instead.

“Fancy seeing you here,” Sarah said, smiling as she approached you.

Your face instantly grew warm as you blushed, both the unexpected attention and Sarah’s stunning appearance flustering you instantly.

“Not to come off as rude or anything, but why are you here? This doesn’t exactly seem like your style,” Sarah asked.

You would normally be offended by someone asking you a question like that, but with Sarah you could tell that there wasn’t any malice behind her words. She was just genuinely curious as to why you were somewhere so far from your normal setting. You couldn’t fight off your smile as you looked back at her.

“Oh, uhm, Kie invited me. Not sure why though, she practically dragged me here,” you said, trying your best to play it cool.

In actuality, the whole reason you were at this stupid party in the first place was to see Sarah, but you couldn’t say that without coming off as a creep. What she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.

“Not to be too forward or anything, but do you wanna get out of here? You look really uncomfortable. I know of a hideaway around here, shouldn’t be too crowded.”

Before your mind could even catch up to your body, you were nodding. Sarah smiled brightly and grabbed your hand, leading you through the crowd to an unoccupied porch that was far away from the commotion of the party. It was quiet. Peaceful. Just you and her. And it was the most magical thing you had ever experienced.

Wanna be your shining pearl, your one in the world, the type you wanna lean on

Wish I were something suited for that

“Everything okay?” Sarah asked, snapping you out of your faroff daze.

“Yeah, everything’s great. It’s just… a few days ago I didn’t even think you knew my name and now you're whisking me away from a party. It’s all kinda strange. But not in a bad way! I guess I’m just kinda confused is all.”

Sarah smiled awkwardly, a hint of a blush tinting her cheeks. “I guess I was just trying to find a way to talk to you. Just didn’t really know how.”

You smiled, feeling your stomach tie itself in knots. “You wanted to talk to me? Why?”

She laughed nervously, her gaze flitting away from you. “I just want to know more about you. You seem so carefree, so sure of yourself. You’re so different from all of my friends. I guess something just drew me to you.”

You felt your cheeks heat up in a blush as you looked down at the floor, her sweet words flustering you. Sarah stepped closer to you, and you felt her fingers under your chin, tilting your head back up to look at her. It felt like everything around you slowed as you took in every single detail of this moment. You had never been so close to her before. Somehow, she looked even more beautiful from up close.

She moved the hand she had on your chin to rest against your cheek, and you could’ve sworn that your heart stopped at that very moment. Something about being so close to her and having her touch you, it was all so magical. You would’ve been convinced you were dreaming if not for the gentle feeling of her breath against your skin as she leaned closer to you. Your mind could barely process what was happening, and before you knew it, her lips were on yours. And it was like everything else around you disappeared, and nothing else mattered except for you and her.

I skip every song that won't remind me of you 'cause if it doesn't

It's not worth the time, I wish I had more time with you

“Sarah! Where are you?” a voice called from behind you, startling the two of you and forcing you to pull apart.

Sarah’s eyes widened as she looked over your shoulder. “It’s Rafe. I- I should go. I don’t want him to see…” she trailed off, but you knew what she was about to say.

“You don’t want him to see you with me. That’s what you were going to say, wasn’t it?” Your face fell as you took in her slightly panicked expression. Maybe she really was ashamed to be seen with you.

Sarah quickly shook her head. “No! It’s not that, really it’s not. He’s just so judgemental, and he hates Pogues. I don’t want him to say something to upset you. I’m really sorry, but I have to go.”

You reached out and grabbed her hand to stop her after she started to walk away. “Hold on, shouldn’t we talk about this? It doesn’t have to be right now, but I don’t want this to be a one time thing. I really really like you, Sarah. I don’t want whatever this is to be over before it even started.”

Sarah smiled and walked back over to you, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “I’ll find you later, and we can talk about everything. But I really have to go now. I’ll see you around.”

You stood there as she walked away, still in awe from everything that had just happened. Sarah Cameron, the girl you had been in love with for years, had kissed you. It was better than you ever could’ve dreamed, and you couldn’t wait to see her again.

I wanna be your everything

Wanna be more than what I am in general

Don't tell me that this means anything

I promise I understand

It had been a few weeks since Midsummer’s, and suddenly you and Sarah had started hanging out more and more. Somehow, whatever this relationship that you had with her was had ended up being kept a secret. It was kind of exhilarating in a way, sneaking around together and climbing through each other’s windows. It almost felt like a forbidden romance, despite being not so forbidden. And as much fun as sneaking around with her was, you wanted more.

You wanted something real. You wanted to be able to tell your friends about her and to be able to call her your girlfriend. You wanted a real relationship with the girl of your dreams, but the longer things stayed a secret, the more unsure you became about whether she actually wanted all of that too. Maybe you weren’t all that far off thinking that she was ashamed to be with you.

You laid on your bed, Sarah’s head resting against your chest and your fingers intertwined with hers. You couldn’t help but smile as you looked down at her. Sometimes it still felt like you were living in a dream. But you knew that you had to wake up sometime.

“Hey, Sarah?” you asked, pulling her attention to you as she sat up to face you.

“Yeah?”

You sat up too, pulling your hand away from hers, not missing the way her smile faltered at the action.

“What are we? I mean, I know that there’s something going on between us, but I’m just not sure what. You say that you want me, and yet we’re still keeping whatever this is hidden. I just want to know if I’m wasting my time or not.”

She smiled softly and reached out to grab your hand again. “You’re definitely not wasting your time. I do want this, and I do want you. I just wasn’t sure if you’d want to go public about it. My friends aren’t exactly the nicest towards Pogues, I just didn’t want you getting hurt.”

“Sarah, I don’t care what your friends think of me. You’re all that I care about. And I want to be with you, no matter what anyone else says.”

“Is this your way of asking me to be your girlfriend?”

You smiled and kissed that back of her hand. “I guess that depends. Would you say yes?”

But it's all for you, it's

All for you, it's

All for you, it's

Always for you

“Where is y/n? They’re never this late!” Pope said, opening his phone to check if you had texted him.

“Chill out man. They probably just overslept,” JJ said, nudging Pope with his elbow.

“I don’t know, I mean this is so-,” Pope said, only for you to inadvertently cut him off.

“Hey guys! Sorry I’m so late! I had to pick up someone. Speaking of which, this is Sarah, my girlfriend,” you said, smiling brightly as you walked over to your friends, hand-in-hand with Sarah.

“No fucking way,” JJ said, looking over at the two of you in disbelief.

“Hi!” Sarah said, waving awkwardly as your friends all gawked at her. She leaned over and whispered to you, “Why are they all staring at me?”

“Probably because they don’t believe that we’re actually together,” you replied, laughing softly at the dumbfounded looks on your friends’ faces.

“Do you blame us? You’ve talked about her nonstop for years, and all of a sudden you’re together! It’s a little hard to take in,” Kie said, still looking between you and Sarah in shock.

“Years, huh?” Sarah asked, a teasing smile on her face.

“Oh, shut up! She’s over exaggerating,” you said, glaring daggers at Kie who just burst out laughing at your response.

“No, it’s fine. I’ve been dreaming about you for years too,” Sarah said with a smile, leaning in to kiss you.

Even after all this time, you still couldn’t believe that you finally had her. It still always felt like a dream. But this time you were sure that you were never going to wake up.

It's all for you, it's

Never not for you, it's

All for you, it's

Still all for you

[lousirs]

I really love your art!!! Ever time I see it it feels so exciting!!! Thoughts on mpas/tmpass? I also really adore how you draw Mr. Peabody!!!

thank you very much!! such kind words <3

ooh, i have quite a few thoughts about both, sorry if i start rambling a lot xD (i probably won't mention everything)(we'll be here for years)

both of them have good parts and bad parts, to be honest (as does most things) and i'll yap extensively about it under the cut:

like, i've watched the three versions of peabody and sherman, and i think the film has the best dynamic of the two? it's just this honestly pretty wholesome depiction of a single father raising a chaotic but well-meaning child, and struggling with how others treat him due to his identity. big ol' comfort film for me (cause i've been in sherman's position), and has been for a while. also love the little call backs to the classic... i own the artbook to this film, and it really does feel like a respectful adaptation, love to see it.

though, some of the ideas are a little muddled, like... i get that one of the film's messages is about allowing your kid to grow up and be independent (whilst still giving support, of course) but peabody was out here like "here, my son, drive this high-tech time travelling machine" by the end of the film xD. i get that they were working together to sort out the wormhole issue, but sherman is seven (and a half)... a big responsibility to put onto such a young kid to drive that thing (even if he wanted to). it's like if peabody gave sherman the keys to his car and told him to have a test drive lol. amusing, but confusing.

also penny. i don't like her at all xD. i hate that sherman went from "she hates me! and i hate her!" to "ooh i wanna see her brush her hair~" like. what. she was insulting your dad for something he can't help, and choking you 10 minutes ago (they should've been friends by the end of the film, not love interests). penny is the reason the conflict with grunion happens in the first place, and she basically gets away with bullying sherman. realistic? sure, they would likely believe the innocent smart girl with a traditional family over the new boy with an non-traditional family, but she seems to have no remorse for what she did. like, one scene that irks me is that she brought up the whole grunion thing to peabody with sherman (who didn't know about it) also there, and blames peabody for it happening. i think the line was "if you're such a great dad, then why is ms.grunion trying to take sherman away?" or something... she started ALL of this happening by her jealousy of sherman knowing more than she does, and then blames peabody after sherman bit her in self-defense?? yikes girl.

i at least love that peabody is 100% done with her. same, king.

as for tmpass... i love the art of it, especially the backgrounds and colours. heck, i've taken inspiration of the backgrounds for my own art (shoutout to sylvia liu) and the animation is very unique and expressive. and i love that they have all these outfits for peabody and sherman too. and that secret agent episode ruined my life in a good way xD. and that apocalypse episode was fun too. yesss give me that one-eyed crazy canine

(also love how the tmpass tumblr's last post was just "mr.peabody is a homosexual" and then just. left. fuck yeah honestly)(thank you for confirming tmpass team)

buuuut ehhh the show is kinda hit or miss for me :') at least it's entertaining lol

i've seen other people bring it up, and i agree: they treated peabody so harshly in this show. like, he's been through enough with the discrimination bs, and yet there were multiple episodes of him lowkey having a mental breakdown because something doesn't go right or he's overwhelmed by everything, and it's sad to watch. i think sherman's chaotic energy rubbed off onto him too, cause he also lost half of his braincells and his going crazy ahh going stupid ahh. take that dog to therapy

i think the film had peabody at his best, ngl. i love the classic, i love how snarky he is, how he's basically playing god with how he's able to bend logic to suit him xD. but idk, the film balances this sass and intelligence with something more wholesome and sweet. i like. tmpass made him a little too chaotic for his character, me thinks... sherman is fine in all versions though. no matter what it just works for him lmao. go lad!

aaaaaand i get that tmpass is it's own separate thing, but there's two things that really irk me about it when you think about the other versions:

so in the classic, the wabac machine was made as a gift for sherman's birthday, so he could get more running room. heck, peabody even altered the machine so that sherman could understand the historical figures, and the historical figures wouldn't be rude to him. it was honestly such an adorable main part of their dynamic. AND THEN TMPASS CAME ALONG AND WAS LIKE "hey so what if peabody made the time machine BEFORE sherman and his main inspiration was this RANDOM SAUSAGE MAN". whyyyyyyyyy!! peabody originally made it for sherman, and tmpass stripped away that nice moment!! and how does a sausage man have anything to do with the wabac?? oh, he didn't give up on making sausages?? good for him?? i don't know how that inspired peabody. maybe bro was just hungry, idk.

i really don't get why peabody has foster parents in the show... it's explained in the film (which tmpass carries on from) that peabody came from nothing, no one wanted to adopt him, so he made a life for himself. king got on that GRIND. he even says something like "and now, i want to give him (sherman) the one thing i always wanted. a home", implying that he never had it when he was younger. but then in tmpass he has foster parents? and he DID live in a home? not even the dog shelter, mind you. but an actual house. somehow these two feral dogs got a house? meanwhile peabody was fighting to get custody of sherman and to keep him around?? unless those foster parent dogs HAD owners??

i can get by him having a great great great great ... uncle (duke) because idk, perhaps he did an ancestry tree test one day. but the foster parents thing just doesn't click with me, sorry to say.

but idk, maybe this is some alternative universe peabody cause bro has blue eyes in tmpass and green in mpas.

...my god do i yap. no one ever ask me to talk about that dog and boy again-- jk please do i need to dispose my insanity somewhere

[sugar-omi]

Hope you don't mind another prompt from me, since my first one when you mentioned the hangman moment 'Growing', I thought it would be a very fun thought experiment to reverse the scene and it's gn!mc who writes the phrase down, and Cove is the one to guess it. I take hangman very seriously (bc it's my favorite pass-time activity) so I'm very quick with it but I could imagine Cove taking some more rounds to guess until he finally gets the full result. :D

tags : fluff, step 2, re-imagined "growing" moment

synopsis : you flirt with cove in a game of hangman

maybe its the heat that makes you so bold, or maybe its mistake number 5,796 that only 13 year olds can make at this time; but with cove's suggestion to play hangman, you decide to share one of your many thoughts on cove, your neighbor and crush...

you sit back down with a paper and pen in hand. "mind if i go first? since you picked the game..."

cove nods.

you hum and think for a minute, tossing back and forth ideas before you finally settle on it.

it's a bit embarrassing, and you feel a wave of heat wash over you, but you just blame it on the weather.

sketching out the lines for the hangman and your quote, you turn it around for cove to start guessing.

your heart pounds as cove starts guessing, although his first guess makes you laugh.

"z?"

you laugh for a bit, leaning on your bed as you take in cove's answer. wiping away tears you look at him with a grin. "z? wha- *laughs* what makes you guess z?"

cove smiles lazily, happy to make you laugh. he shrugs. "gotta take out the hard options."

you shake your head, drawing a shaky circle for the hangman's head. "you're silly. consider starting with vowels instead."

you pause for a moment, wondering if you're giving yourself away.

you didn't exactly think about how cove would react to the compliment once he guessed it.. would it be okay if he didn't guess it?

he'd probably ask what it was if he failed... would you tell him?

you chew your lip, startling when cove catches your attention.

"y/n?" cove tilts his body to the side, looking at you.

you smile weakly. "nevermind, just dying in this heat."

cove blinks but plays along with you, grinning as he makes a comment. "me too. i think i'm stuck to the floor now."

you throw your stuffed cat plushie at him. it didn't hurt him, the cat is the size of his hand at best. he just laughs and fluffs it into shape.

"imma have to charge you rent then." you grin wolfishly when cove asks how much. "twenty."

cove rolls his eyes, his cheeks a bit flushed as he thinks about it. "still can't believe my dad did that..."

cove looks down at the paper, telling you his answer again before you get too distracted.

you lick your lips, adding "O" to the line.

you smile at him, continuing where you left off. "yeah, it was kinda weird.." you twiddle your fingers, looking at your lap as cove takes a bite of his sandwich, thinking about his next guess as he waits for you to continue or not.

mumbling a bit, realizing the heat must have some kind of bug in it since you're so... sentimental today.

"i'm glad he did it anyway. you're not bad for twenty dollars." you smirk, trying to ignore your racing heart and covering up your fluster with jokes.

cove rolls his eyes and laughs. there's still a blush on his cheeks, your words still warmed his heart.

"good. there's no refunds." he plays along, looking at you through his lashes.

"damn. i missed the return window, huh." you curse to which cove laughs, telling you his next guess.

"p!"

you bite your lip, drawing the letter.

as you go on playing, joking and laughing as well as focusing occasionally when cove contemplates his next move.

he's... close. although not without sacrifice.

he lost the first and second round, with only 3 letters correctly guessed on the board in the first round and somehow finished the second round with 2. now it's you're third round, and his hangman is close to his end, unfortunate for him.

the hangman only has 2 legs and an arm left, and cove has finally decided to take your game seriously instead of laughing and joking with you.

you're really nervous now, since he's getting really close..

YOU A_E CU_E

cove looks confused at what it could be, but taking his former experience into account he guesses the next few letters.

"r?" cove phrases it like a question, tilting his head like a puppy.

you draw it, twisting the pencil as he takes the final guess.

"t..."

you swallow, drawing a shaky letter 'T'.

'YOU ARE CUTE'

the silence stretches between you two, and you look up from the paper to greet cove's flushed face.

he's covering his face with his hands and you look down at his lap to see his glasses are hanging off the plush cat's head.

you try to think of the plushie with glasses that actually fit, its a way to distract you as you wait for cove to respond but it just makes you blush when you realize it'd just look like cove that way...

jesus fucking christ... you drag your hand over your face. cove takes up so much of your thoughts...

you look up at him, still covering your mouth with your hand, and you mumble loudly enough for him to hear. "...a penny for your thoughts?"

cove squeaks, clearly lost in his thoughts.

it makes you happy though, since he hasn't run away it must be a good sign right?

he peaks at you from the gaps of his fingers. the shadow casted over his face makes his eyes pop, cove's brilliant blue irises making your stomach flutter with the way he looks so flustered by your written compliment.

you startle, almost missing his question.

"you mean it?..."

you blink, swallowing. suddenly your mouth feels dry... in the end you nod, and muster up a couple words.

"yeah. i do." cove squeaks at your answer.

you can't really see it, but cove's hands part in a way that allow you to see the smile forming on his face.

it makes you smile too. this is good right? you're suppose to start feelings... things. at this age, so this is okay. especially if its cove.

cove finally comes out of hiding, trading covering his face for twisting the arms of the cat plush in his lap. he must have braced himself enough to give his own compliment without hiding, at least if tilting his head down and glancing away didn't count.

"i uh... i think you're cute too..."

you're blushing, and you bite your lip to stop the elated grin from taking over your face.

yeah, this is definitely okay.

[wholemeallbread]

help me decide: shidou, sae, or kaiser

this is an extremely important question that provides little to no contexf, but ill give you my (multiple) answers. (im really bored)

before i waste your time (i still am going to waste your time writing this entire thing) i have a theory that ur going to draw smth... the short answer is mostly kaiser but i have like another little bit under the cut and the rest is yap (if u think im joking i genuinely wrote 4 paragraphs on some random questions)

So! sae sae sae sae sae he doesnt seem like he would habs big muscles... hes just kinda 🧍‍♂️ ykwim? 🕴️. HOWEVER I DO THINK HE WOULD COPY SNAPS LIKE THAT!! thats him in his silly mood. we love that for him. shiddouuuuu might be the same case. does he even train his body or is it just natural from practice? then again he picks up charles like hes nothing but it could just be adrenaline. i think shidou would have big chesticles but lets not delve into that... KAISER ANYWHA!!! he may look lean but if he FLEXES youll see some apples (hello what does rhis even mean) i think he takes pride in his stature but he only shows it off when need be.. to shut the haters out if ykiwmwiym. sleeper build but its like lean. i would say boom shakalaka

but if we're talkinf ahour rhis specific trend i havent seen one for shidou yet. but would sae (in question, if hes the one asking) really go BOOM SHAKALAKA? or would it be someone else? but who is the question. literally nobody likes him like that except for sae and charles really wouldnt say that either... HEAR ME OUT ON THIS THEORY! HIORI!!! i think i saw somewhere that shidou watched him play games on his phone ajd honestly who wouldnt like hiori. would hiori like him back? nop. according to the bllk bible or whatever 🤓☝️ hioris type is someone who gives him space. shidou.. heh.. spaceless. he is your space.

lets say in theory which one would be the best to date. kaiser is not an option. emotionally it would be shidou. it may not show because sae is equally as freaky, but i 100% beleive that he will always try to match your vibe. he's always trying his best... slightly pathetic slightly concerning but the effort is clear. physically, it would be sae. he may not be emotionally available but he would take care of you or whatever... OUT OF BOREDOM. wat an asshoel! this sounds bad but youd be more like a sea monkey to him. yk sea monkeys? those fish that u can get like eggs and dump them into a container... and then they just exist... and u cant do anything with them... (i was going to say smth else but lets keep this pg 😼) yeah

now lest say in theory youre stuck on an island and you're left with one of them. sae is the worst because he cant do anything and hes a worthless bum! we all cheered! shidou hm.... we have no backstory yet so we dont really know what his life was like. in theory, if there was a tiger on the island, he will fight it barehanded. kaiser is 1# but thats kinda sad so we wont expand on that. theres a chance that he knows what to do, but hell make you do it in his place. and then he gets a flashback and runs into the forest never to be seen again

if ur thinkinf avout who to write for thenn hmmm... i dont really think a lot of people read for shidou?? i just never see many fics for him. kaiser is also great but i think its difficult to put a finger on his character/personality without knowing his entire backstory first (im guilty of this) and how he would really act around somebody he loves bc we just dont see that. if anything, we are all in #saveness squad and no you dont have the option to leave. our nonchalant king sae can sometimes be boring, but if u write him right (heh rhyme pun) and make him a little... cheeky... heh.... 😼😼😼

if its for a theme... hm.... shidou really doesnt have that many pretty scenes/panels yk?? he looks constipated half of the time. his bowels need some help. or a creep. we accept that either way. my personal pick for you 🫵 would be kaiser bc u just give me 🅱️lue vibes.

[prismaticpichu]

How about like uhh... all 50 "honest character" prompts for Zack

( @izunias-meme-hole )

Shshshdhhdhdshshshshsh YOU GOT IT LMAOOO!!! 💖💖💖

(….As there’s so many questions, I’m gonna be answering them pretty concisely LOL, so feel free to ask for an elaboration if any pique yall’s interest/you’re comfortable! <33)

Taken from THIS ask game!!

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1. Do you project onto this character? ~ BIG TIME!!

2. Did you always like this character? ~ From the moment I heard his chipper “ohhhhh yeah!”, I fell head-over-heels in love!! xDD

3. What first drew you to this character? ~ Binging CC cutscenes lmaooo!! It was actually pretty serendipitous!!

4. Did you initially dislike/hate this character? ~ Nope!! Never!

5. If this character were a woman, would you honestly still like them? Or in reverse, what if they were a man? ~ I think I honestly prefer a male Zack lmaooo 😂❤️

6. Do you have any nicknames or pet names you use for this character? ~ “The bean” & the “the pupper bean” 😂💙

7. Does the character's age matter to you? ~ As a 17yo, I enjoy when Zack is 17 shshshsh!!!

8. Does the character's looks/design matter to you? ~ Good question!! I honestly prefer Zack’s puppy-bang look aesthetically, but love exploring his more mature look/scar in fics and fandom!!

9. Does this character remind you of anyone you know?Does that affect how you see them? ~ Not really! Besides myself LOL, Zack’s personality is very fresh and appealing to me! <32

10. Do you see yourself in this character even without projecting? ~ On a good day, yes! <33

11. How did you "fall in love" with this character? ~ Watching CC cutscenes ignited my love; reading incredible fics and exploring fandom doused it in gasoline!!!

12. If you could write effortlessly and as much as you wanted, what story (s) would you write for this character? ~ ALL THE FIX-ITS IN THE WORLD, BABY!! 🤣💖

13. If you could draw effortlessly and as much as you wanted, what scene (s) would you draw for this character? ~ JUNON HUG!!!!

14. Are you physically attracted to this character? ~ Nope!

15. Are your thoughts surrounding this character usually sexual, non-sexual, or a mix of both? ~ Non-sexual

16. Have you ever cried when thinking about this character? Genuinely? ~ …………………yes

17. Have you ever felt physical pain over this character? (ex: physical heartache). YES

18. Do you prefer to see this character suffer or know peace? Angst or comfort? Both? ~ DEAR GAIA, GIVE HIM HIM PEACE 😭😭😭 (although after some good angst <33)

19. Does this character serve as a stress ball/ security blanket for you? Something you run to after a bad day to feel safe or happier? ~ A b s o l u t e l y!

20. Do you feel affectionate towards this character? ~ In a squealing, bubbly kind of way LOL xD

21. Are your feelings about this character platonic, romantic, or familial? All of these feelings at once maybe? ~ Platonic!

22. Do you think you will always love this character? ~ I sure hope so!! Hyperfixations come and go, but I don’t think that means the love for characters ever really dies!

23. Has this character permanently altered or impacted your psyche in a way you won't forget? ~ Legitimately, Zack reminds me not always mask my feelings behind a smile 💙

24. Do you ever dream about this character? If so, describe a dream you once had about them. ~ Zack & Sephiroth in an antique toy shop in the middle of… was it Pennsylvania???

25. What kind of fan-fiction do you read about this character? If you don't read fan-fics about them, why not? ~ Lots of slice-of-life floof <33

26. If you look for this character's name on AO3, what tags are you including or excluding? ~ “Zack Fair & Sephiroth friendship”!!

27. Do you like to ship this character with other characters or do you prefer not to? ~ Platonic Zack & Seph, platonic Zack & Cloud, & platonic Zack & Angeal!! <33

28. Do you get defensive about this character? If yes, then why? ~ Ngl, I usually recognize that I’m in the majority for a lot of my takes LOL, so I kinda keep my head lol xD I try not to get too into it!

29. Do you affectionately bully this character? ~ ONLY if there’s a happy ending <33

30. Are you especially sensitive about this character? ~ EXTREMELY lol xD

31. Are you ashamed of liking this character? ~ Not in the slightest!!

32. If you could make this character a meal, what would you make them? ~ Turkey sandwich <33

33. Are you "blinded by love" for this character or do you accept any flaws they may have? ~ A little bit LOL, considering I try to omit Zack’s naïveté in my mind xD

34. Does this character inspire you with little things in your daily life? ~ YES 😭❤️

35. Has this character ever prevented you from sleeping because you can't stop thinking about them? ~ Ngl, headcanoning about him (and Seph) have aided me in falling asleep xD

36. Do you feel a spiritual/soulmate connection with this character? ~ Not really lol!

37. Is your love for this character a secret from people you know in real life? ~ Very much so LOL

38. Do you tend to joke more about dying or killing for this character? Both? What causes the distinction? ~ Don’t tend to joke in that vein!

39. Do you feel lovesick over this character? ~ Sometimes!

40. Are you very empathetic towards this character? ~ GAIA do I feel his pain 😭😭😭

41. Do you prefer to interact with this character directly via self-insert/reader type content? Or do you enjoy seeing them mostly with other characters in the story and/or your OCs? ~ Love seeing him interact with his canonical buds!!

42. If you could, would you write this character a song or poem? ~ Yes yes yessss <33

43. What type of weather makes you think of this character? ~ ……*sniffles* Rain

44. Which season makes you think of this character? ~ Summer!!

45. Do you feel as if you are intimately familiar with this character? ~ Nope!

46. How much do bad interpretations of this character upset you? ~ Ngl, I’m usually the one makin’ the bad interpretations to suit my own headcanons xDD So I’m pretty chill with what people do lol!!

47. Does this character ever make you laugh sincerely? ~ “AND WHAT??” sent me to the floor the first time I heard it!!!

48. What's your favorite physical/design feature for this character? ~ His scar <333

49. What's your favorite personality trait in this character? ~ His unwavering resilience!

50. Link your fav song, playlist, aesthetic board, fiction, reference pile, personal artwork, analysis post, meme, headcanon, or quote for this character. Whichever one (s) you are most comfortable with! ~ Oooooooh, that’s a good one to finish with!!! There’s so much incredible Zack-related media out there!! <333 As for one of my favorites, though?? I’m gonna go ahead and link THIS MASTERPIECE by the incredible and kind @crylin!! I cannot even begin to express the balm I felt in my heart when first seeing it, and the artwork still remains one of my favorite pieces to go back to on a tough day!! <3333

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*plops onto the floor, exhausted but proud!*

Tysm for the asks!! Take care!! 💚

[los-ninos-tortugas]

I’d love your thoughts on…Bayverse tmnt.

This has languished in my inbox for far too long. Quite honestly I was gonna try to come up with some sort of funny meme answer to this and drew up completely blank so instead I'm gonna do sincerity,

It's... it's bad but I still kinda love it? In a weird way? These movies give me weird emotions because I did genuinely enjoy watching them but I'm also very aware that there's... Stuff going on. I've definitely taken my fair share of pot shots at these movies in the past because it's funny, But after seeing this behind the scenes video I do think there's something kind of interesting to talk about; how much thought went into this... for it to still come out pretty mid. Which probably sounds a little mean, and not for nothing I do commend the crews insistence on using a practical set and effects where they could because honestly yeah, it does look awesome. And overall I do think the movies have pretty impressive visuals and the action sequences are a lot of fun but I don't think those things can really save these movies from the weaknesses that just come out of the script itself.

Now I'm not gonna lie it's been a hot minute since I watched these movies so I'm kinda going off my memory here. Could I have taken the time to rewatch them before answering this? Probably. But I didn't so here we go.

The Turtles:

I actually don't really hate their designs? I have a very vivid memory of people making a big stink about how they looked when the first movie came out back in 2014, although back then I wasn't a fan so it all just kinda went over my head. I'm still not a fan of them having lips as opposed to beaks but that's really the only part where I kinda draw the line. I weirdly kinda liked that they tower over all the humans and that their physicality matches just how strong they are in this movie. Their first fight scene is so chaotic because you can't see them yet (again, their ability to sneak around so effectively in spite of their size also adds to the impression they make) but enemies are just flying. Karai is quickly losing control of the situation, Foot Clan grunts are getting thrown into the walls and cracking the subway tile with the force with which they're thrown. The way the scene builds the anticipation for the reveal is really well done in my opinion. Do the turtles look like teenagers? No. Absolutely not. And admittedly this did give me a little bit of cognitive dissonance because I kinda kept forgetting that they are kids with the exception of a few scenes. But they do look like mutants so points for that I guess. And it's pretty cool to see what elements from these turtles seemed to end up carrying over to Rise and Mutant Mayhem. Stuff like the tech on Donnie's shell and his glasses. Raph's bandana, and the turtles wearing more clothes overall. The fact that they're purpose made science experiments this time rather than the result of an accident. Like as much as Bayverse gets kinda treated like the black sheep of the turtle iterations it would be unfair to say it had zero influence on what came after.

These turtles in particular are also really riding the coattails of the superhero movie genre back before we all got tired of it. I feel like unlike a lot of the other iterations-- and while TMNT does kinda fall under the superhero umbrella from their comic origins they also kind of originated their own specific subgenre within that that has a very specific... TMNT-ness to it if you know what I mean (i.e. street sharks, battle toads, gargoyles if you really squint)-- these versions of the turtles are more like straight up superheroes than any other version. They're literally bulletproof, they have super strength, speed, and agility. They can survive in hostile environments that would otherwise kill normal humans- really they might as well have slapped capes on them. There's also this weird cartoony-ness to them. Like they specifically operate on cartoon logic while the rest of the world still operates on regular real world logic. It does take me out of it a bit when it does happen.

As far as personalities go (and this is where my memory gets a bit foggy so bear with me here) Raph and Donnie stand out to me the most and I think that's because they both end up being really empathetic characters. The first movie actually kinda becomes Raph's movie and he gets a lot of screentime and character development. The second movie is definitely a bit more Leo focused but I think it's split a little more evenly overall between all of them. But Raph and Donnie are definitely my favorites in this version. Leo is a bit bland in my opinion. At least compared with other versions I've seen. Maybe on another rewatch I would reassess that but for now he just seems like he's kinda there. He's the leader and that's his job. (Again, the BTS video does more to explore his personality than I think the movies really do, so it's like, how did all this thought go into this for it to still not show through?) I feel like the writers just didn't know what to do with Mikey. He gets a bit more development and character in the second movie (the line delivery on the "we aren't monsters" scene comes to mind. Real gut punch every time) but in the first one he's unfortunately just kind of annoying.

Master Splinter:

Oh is Splinter here? Coulda fooled me. I've said it before and I'll say it again, his one purpose is to provide exposition and then exit the plot as quickly as possible when he is no longer useful. Yes he gets critically injured in the first movie and I feel like it's supposed to raise the stakes- it does not. I do not care about him even a little.

April O'Neil:

Okay I'm conflicted because I love Megan Fox and I really think she tried her best with what she was given to work with. The movie almost did a good- there was kind of a weird but self aware joke about April wanting to be a real journalist and pursue more hard hitting stories but the news network very obviously hired her to put her on television to objectify her and have her do puff pieces and boost their ratings because she's attractive. And I'm like "wow that's actually some really self aware commentary on how Megan Fox has been treated by the industry and by Michael Bay in particular it's really cool that they put that in a movie produced by him- oh nevermind there it is they're objectifying her for the rest of the movie." Which is really unfortunate because the way she plays this kind of more manic and slightly unhinged version of April who is maybe not super socially aware is very funny (cue April slapping a conspiracy board and presenting it as serious evidence to her boss). I think her having a connection to the turtles pre-mutation is a pretty cool play on their origin since usually after being dropped in the sewer they cease to have any connection to the kid that bought them from the pet store. But having April and the turtles remember each other is honestly kinda sweet. (Along with the fact that she gave them their names.)

Casey Jones;

Fuck that guy. That's not Casey Jones because Casey Jones is not a goddamn cop.

Vern:

Exists.

The Bad Guys:

Eric Sacks: Okay I haven't seen anyone else point this out but it's driving me nuts. Has anyone else noticed that this guy's origin story is just The Karate Kid but if he turned out evil? Like he tells the story and I literally had to pause the movie because it blew my mind that they just Did That. I was just going "that's just the plot of The Karate Kid. He just explained the plot of The Karate Kid in this movie as his origin story, they just stole it. AND IT"S THE FUCKING JAIDEN SMITH VERSION NO LESS WTF???" Like is it just me? Am I crazy? They fucking did this earnestly and it's driving me up the goddamn wall.

The Shredder: Motivations, what are those? Crime? Money? I guess? If someone could tell me what the hell this man's actual motivations and goals were in this movie I'd appreciate it because I have no idea. This character has zero personality, I can remember zero of his lines, his costume is dope as hell. I don't understand why he's here except that maybe the writers were contractually obligated to put him in the movie. He's literally The bad guy in all the turtleverse how is he so goddamn unmemorable in this movie??? And in the second one? Sir I feel like you should have more of a reaction to finding out extradimensional aliens are real than going "Okay we work for this guy now." and then proceed to tear apart the fabric of reality for him based on like a two minute conversation. What were you hoping to get out of this arrangement, I know the movie probably said it but like everything else that has to do with the antagonists I cannot remember.

Karai: Is here. I guess. Also just way too cool with learning that mutants and aliens are a thing, never reacts to anything. I'm sure she has lines in these movies, could I tell you anything she said or anything she did that would be indicitave of her having a character or a personality? Nope. She exists to be a henchwoman and that's about it.

Bebop and Rocksteady: Probably the only memorable villains in all of these movies, and that's only because they're funny.

General Krang: Why did they even bother dude. Disappointment.

Honestly after writing this I might go rewatch these movies, because this has just reminded me that their whole deal is kind of wild to be honest. And I probably could go on even more but this has already gotten pretty long. Thanks for the ask and I'm sorry it took so so long. But it was fun to do this kind of break down, and I kinda wanna do more in the future with other tmnt stuff, idk I'll see where that goes or not.

Thanks for reading <3

[blueberrybladelemonade]

Flirting with Trouble

Summary: You're minding your own business with your friends while eating lunch at your boyfriend's pizzeria. Well, you were, until someone shows up and starts flirting with Peppino. 

Contains: You get jealous, Established relationship, Insecurity intensifies, Inner voice struggles, Peppino being oblivious to being flirted with (don't take it personal), RPG stats, Kinda crackish in a part or two, Swearing is caring, Suggestive ending (Nothing NSFT but a warning). 

💜For all the jealous, insecure, or for anyone wanting a bit less fluff and something more "angsty", if you can call it that💜 

🫐🍋Fun fact! This came first before Masquerade but I repurposed this scene for THAT fic, as this one turned too silly to fit into Masquerade, but I made it pretty far before turning this into it's own thing. Just kinda winged it for this fic and it gets silly in a place or two and I didn't take it super seriously when writing, so apologies for any mistakes!🫐🍋

If looks could kill they would've been dead in a mere second after setting foot into the pizzeria. Your boyfriend's pizzeria. You couldn't tell if the knot in your stomach was of anger or sick at what you were watching.

You had seen this person show up two other times. That you were aware of, perhaps more. The thought made you furrow your brows. Today's interactions as it unfolded filled you with an anger you hadn't felt previously. 

Across from the booth you were seated in The Noise and Noisette had quieted their own chatter, watching with a growing interest as your cheery demeanor shifted. 

An almost unbearable pang in your chest grew sharper as you observed the figure that had lured Peppino into a conversation that leaves you to wonder what could be so fascinating.

Oh, I know what’s so fascinating, you think to yourself, eyes scanning derisively over her too revealing outfit. She was leant over the counter in a way that left little to the imagination. 

It's fine. They're just talking. Stop, people might notice. They're just talking. Slowly you draw in a shaky breath in an attempt to calm your nerves. Everyone hates a jealous person. They're just talking. Talking. You repeat the words like a mantra, over and over again in your mind desperately trying to convince yourself that everything was fine.

"Y/N are you ok?” Gustavo asks, walking up to the booth, concern etched onto his face. He had been witnessing the entire scene since the woman walked in. “You look like you want to murder someone”.

"What kind of pick up line is 'can you give a free sample to a pretty lady?' Anyways? Oh sure, push up your chest and bat your eyes and expect everyone to be at your beck and call. 

Hearing Gustavo clear his throat you shake your head to clear your thoughts. Your gaze focuses back to the smaller man, attempting a smile through clenched teeth, looking more like a snarl. "Yeah." You reply, barely audible. "I'm fine". 

"Pssshaw!" Noise snickers, "We all know fine for you does not mean 'fine', Y/N". Your glare daggers his direction which Noise waves off. Instead he smirks over at Gustavo, "Y/N is getting insecure with the hottie flirting wit- OW!" He yelps as Noisette jabs him in the ribs with a scowl. "Theo! Stop making Y/N feel bad!" She scolds. 

They’re. Just. Talking. 

Your mouth suddenly grew dry. Why was Peppino not telling her to go away? 

"Y/N, if you’re-”

“I am not jealous and I don't own him." You cut Gustavo off, "Peppino's allowed to talk to who he wants". You reply all too quickly, as if parroting back what you heard too often. People look down on jealousy. It's something insecure people feel.  

Your eyes narrow, glancing across the table at gasping sound. Noise was clamping a hand over his mouth stifling a laugh. 

"What's so funny?" You snap. Look at how ridiculous you're acting. 

"Peppino is completely oblivious to what's happening." Noisette explained for her boyfriend. He only nodded in agreement, his eyes gleaming in twisted amusement. 

Your eyes shot back to the counter where Peppino and the woman were. Still talking. Now that Noisette mentioned it, Peppino wasn't the type to knowingly flirt back. If you walked over there would he introduce you? 

Despite how oblivious Peppino was you couldn't quench the anger bubbling in your throat. You’re trying to ignore it. You really are. Despite this you can't tear your eyes from the figure across the room. 

She walked into here as if she fucking owned the place. Dressed in a way that draws everyones attention to herself. Her lipstick matched perfectly to that damn outfit too. Everything about her seemed designed to piss you off. 

Jealousy is ugly. You chastise yourself again. People hate jealousy. 

“Do you hate yourself?”

You hated this voice, if nothing else.

You’re not me, you replied with a chill to yourself. 

“Then what am I?”

You had no easy response, instead you to continue your internal struggle. 

It's not like you were actually going to hurt anyone. Right? Though a few intrusive thoughts crept into your mind as you continued to observe. 

"Ya think Y/N could kick their ass?" Noise asked through an entire garlic knot he had shoved into his mouth. 

The couple hadn't been helping your mood at the moment. Comments like the Noise's only egging on your foul mood, no matter how innocuous.  

"Well think of it like this..." Noisette smiled brightly. 

"We know Y/N is fueled by rage and jealousy right now! So lets say we double their strength..."

In your peripheral you swear she just pulled out an RPG stat sheet. Where did she even- 

"I'm not jealous I'm territorial"! You bark, making the pair recoil. Your eyes widen before clamping a hand over your mouth. Peppino hadn't even glanced in your direction, used to you and your friends raucous behaviour by now. Noise regained his composure, making a face, "What's that even mean?

Noisette's mouth formed a small 'o' as if realizing something. She pointed across the room, nodding to herself. "Her charisma stat is higher than Y/N's"!

Was Peppino really that oblivious? Was he smiling to be nice, or something more? And as he laughs along with her, what was so funny? 

"Hey, Peppino, I think we're out of sauce, can you check the fridge?" Gustavo interrupts, attempting to separate the two.  

"Yeah, in a moment." Peppino doesn't even avert his gaze from her as he replies to Gustavo. Would Peppino ignore you too? 

The woman was planted far too close to him for your liking. You watch her whisper something right next to his ear. 

What did she say? You lean forward, as if you would hear from this distance. Instead you watch as Peppino recoils slightly and shakes his head and points at...was he pointing at you? The woman makes no move to even look in your direction though. She raises both hands up in a placating manner but looks unphased otherwise.

Fire. Your insides felt like they were melting as you continued to watch what was going on, stomach clenching uncomfortably.

"Ooo! You think her theme right now should be WTF?" Noisette asks

"Nuh-uh, it's Break Stuff." Noise shrugs her off, picking off a pepperoni from pizza to put on her plate. 

"Fuck you mean 'nuh-uh'?" She gets in his face, "The line 'Lookin at me like you want my man' is perfect for this situation"!

The couple fell silent as you growled, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. Noisette grinned ear to ear, pulling out her phone as The Noise made another sarcastic remark. Their petty squabble became background noise as you zoned in on your target and rose to your feet.

Fuck it. You've seen enough. 

"Excuse you, we're in the middle of a conversation," the woman interjects, her tone rather matter of factly, surprised anyone would interrupted her. 

How dare she flirt with your man?!

"Oh, amore!" Peppino smiles and wraps an arm around your waist. You're unable to resist smirking at the lady as he did so. "This is Y/N".

"Oh! My mistake!" Her eyes widen before her attention locked onto you. "You guys are cute together! I cant believe Y/N managed to find someone so out of their league!" She jeers, eyes scanning you up and down. 

The backhanded compliment wiped the smirk from your face and has you clenching your fists again. You wonder momentarily how much trouble you'd get into if you made just one good punch. 

Violence isn't the answer, you tell yourself. 

Rage courses through your blood as you remember how she touched your boyfriend.

Its a question

How she touched his arm and uttering what you think was a 'so strong' and gave a dainty laugh. All while you were across the room watching.

And the answer...

Your jaws clenched, and your knuckles are white as you size up the distance between your fist and her face. 

Is yes!

Before you could open your mouth and lunge from Peppino's side his grip tightens around you, holding you back. 

"Get the fuck off-a my property degenerare!" He snaps with a raised voice.  

You blink, his voice laced with warning, ripping you from your stupor, the fog of anger dissipating as you felt Peppino hold you closer. 

She threw her hands up in annoyance, that innocent facade she wore beginning to crack. You flared your nostrils in indignation as she gestured to you. "What could you see in-"

"You heard my man, fuck off". Noise replies, coming up next to you with a scowl. In your peripheral you notice him pull something out of his pocket. 

"I jus-" the woman shrieks as something yellow splats against their side, trailing down their dress.

"Have fun getting mustard out of that." he sneered, hitching his thumb over towards the door. "Now get out". 

The Noise had barely finished his sentence before the woman was storming out the door, shouting about how costly her outfit was. You all watch through the window as she hurried into her car. 

"Tch. Out of his league," Noise scoffs watching the vehicle speed off.  "Seriously? Look at Peppino and te-" he was cut off as Noisette shoved her hand in his mouth. She gave a defeated sigh, eyebrows knitting together. "Theo you're failing your New Year resolution".

"Ah hell with it. No one sticks to 'em".

"You tolerated that longer than I would've." Noisette pat you on the back, and you quirk an eyebrow. "I would've took one of Theo's bombs and put it in her car!" She smiled brightly at you only to look behind her and gasp. In an instant she left your side and was weaving through the chairs and tables.

"Noisy wait for me!" Noisette yells after her boyfriend, chasing after him out of the pizzeria. As the door swung back closed you faintly hear her screech "We need to make this an AMV"!

*****

"How didn't you realize she was flirting with you sooner?" You ask as you sink onto your side of the bed and sit up.

"I'm not-a exactly people's first-a choice Y/N." Peppino replied flatly. 

"Yeah but-"

"I haven't had many-a people flirt with-a me." He scratched at the back of his neck, eyes drawn down to the blanket. "It's not always-a obvious to me".

You fall silent, the gentle whirring of the fan filled the room. With a shudder you pull the blanket up to cover you both from the chilly air. You stretch an arm across him, Peppino pulling you closer to rest your head against him. 

"Well you're always my first choice." You mumble into the crook of his neck. A smile appeared on his face as he gently rubbed your cheek.

"You're my-a number one too, Y/N. Always". 

You think back to your actions earlier and cringe. "I'm sorry for how I acted though".

"It's okay mia cara, kinda nice to know you still-a get jealous". Your brows furrowed at his words, “It makes me know you’re still in-a love with me." you roll your eyes in reply as he winks at you. Peppino tilted his head to place a kiss on the top of your head. "It's-a okay amore. Just-a remember I love you. So much. I would never-a leave you." He affirms, giving your arm a gentle squeeze. 

He scoops you into his arms and pulls you on top of him, holding you to his chest and peppering your face with kisses. 

You lean your head forward you capture your lips in his, feeling him smiling against you. As you begin to pull away his face moves forward, following yours. Not wanting the feeling to end yet. Your soft sigh turned to muffled surprise as Peppino's teeth bit into your lower lip. 

He leant back, a dark look flashing in Peppino's half-closed eyes. He shuddered at your touch, your hand moving to the back of his head and running your fingers through his hair. Peppino's arms wrapped around you, pulling you down into him harder with a whimper in your ear about how much he needed you.

You weave your fingers through his hair, giving a gentle tug to bring your lips back together. 

[stoopid-noah]

Watching The Crowded Room and going in completely blind..

Haven't seen a trailer, no idea what it's even about lol

Here are my thoughts as I move along..

After watching Ep 1, I think:

Danny and his brother where SAed as children, maybe by the stepdad.

Ariana is a sex worker?

His brother either died due to abuse or offed himself because of it.

Ep 2:

Ariana was sexually abused too, I think.

Danny might have Multiple personalities and seems to be unaware about it.

Some charracters might actually be part of his system?

Is the "ghost house" actually his mindspace?

Ep 3:

Yup, multiple personalities!

Yitzhak is definitely one of them!

Jonny probably too & if he is, so must Mike.

Ariana might be aswell, maybe she's his sexual protector & SA trauma holder.

Did he ever have a twin brother, or was he also part of the system?

I love Yitzhak, best protected ever!!

I think Rya, the psychiatrist might suspect him having DiD, but isn't sure yet & the police has no idea.

But how did eye witnesses see Ariana?!

Ep 4:

I think Jack is also part of Danny's system.

Jack seems to be a protector aswell.

I can't tell if his brother was another alter or his actual brother?

All the drawings in his (burned) sketchbook might be of alters.

Oooooo shits 'bout to go down!!

Ep 5:

Gee, straight to the intro, no little scene before that? Is that a good sign or a bad one?

I really hope his mother didn't know what her children where going through.

I love Mario, he's cool!

I feel so sorry for his mom (Candy?)  too, she just wanted the best for her baby.. :(

I think Adam was his first protector & trauma holder, not his actual brother.

Ep 6:

I hate how the police officer is talking about poor Danny. :(

I hate the psychiatrists son, he's a brat and a nuisance lol

Hell yeah Jonny, get right outa those cuffs!!

God, I love this woman.. she's an amazing doctor and I NEED her to succeed!!

Why do I kinda like his lawyer?! He's such an asshole lmao

Oh, Danny.. My poor baby.. He's so scared :(

Ep 7:

Yayy, Yitzhak is back!!

Jack, Jonny, Mike, Yitzhak and Ariana confirmed alters, yay!!

Goddam Jonny... At least try to keep it together man >:(

These "psychologists" are so insufferable.. and so is the judge..

I love Yitzhak so much.. please don't let him be gone gone AAaAaa <3

Oh god.. please help him, poor puppy boy :(

Ep 8:

GET OFF MY SVREEN YOU FUCKIN PEDOPHILE PIG PIECE OF SHIT!!

I hope Marlin rots in hell, fucking piece of shit.

I love the directive so much!!

Candy, how could you? How could she cover for that piece of shit?

Oh, I feel bad for Arianas boyfriend.. and for Ariana :(

Why should they try to "get rid of the alters"?? I know that this plays in a different time, but it's so frustrating that the alters aren't really seen as whole ass human beings by the professionals.. :(

Jerome is so sweet and kind, I cant- I want them to be friends forever AAaAaa

If that boy doesn't get the help he needs, I'm going to scream...

Ep 9:

I hate him. I hate Marlin so much.. why do I have to look at him right now?!

How can candy live with herself, protecting this pig????

I hope she fucking turns around and stands up for Danny in the end :(

Stan is such a good guy, I hope he's a great lawyer too.

I hate it.. D.I.D. is real for fucks sake.

The trial just started and  I'm already crying..

I'm starting to hate candy, she's acting like a real bitch right now, ngl..

FUCK YEAH CANDY!! GO SAVE YOUR FUCKING SON!!!

Aaand she went home.. goddamn it..

Yay Jerome is back!!

Goddamn.. she's a really good psychologist.

I swear to God Candy, if you mess up again I'm going to scream.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Danny, baby.. no :(

How dare you end the episode like that?!

Ep 10:

Jesus Christ, please don't let my baby die.

God damnit Jack..

I hate his smug fucking grin.

I hate him. I hate him. I hate him..

Oh, If Danny can come back, so could Yitzhak, right? I miss him. :(

"Adam is me" I'm fucking crying again wtf..

I'm on the edge of me seat, please don't jail this boy!!

OH THANK GOD!!!

I can't stop crying aaaaa

If Danny can forgive Candy, I guess I should too.. but I don't wanna >:(

He looks so cute, with all the paint on his shirt. <3

Don't try and make me feel sympathy for Candy.

Hell yeah, no forgiveness for Candy!!!!

I love the friendship of Danny and Rya, they have such great chemistry!

Last thoughts, after doing some research:

They handled this whole theme so respectfully and good!

Tom also did such an amazing job portraying his roles, it's amazing!!

Especially considering that this series and the movie "Split" where apparently based on the same case.. I fucking hated how DiD was portrayed in Split.. Like it's something to fear. Like it makes people violent. And as something fucking supernatural.. I fucking hated that.. But "The Crowded Room" is so honest and respectful.. It's beautiful!