#he wants...some blast /ref

[autonomousxselves]

"Wait, you guys are getting cake?"

[clerichs-xi]

finished this before traveling but never posted it, so here i am posting it after my travels! yves, finally with his own big illustration and outfit design after 2 years... im so sorry babygirl

yves (he/him) is my oc! please do not tag as otherwise <3

[mythos-writes]

Revenge

Rhea Ripley x Wrestler! Reader

Plot: With Rhea gone because of injury, leaving (Y/N) alone in the Judgement Day, and the new target for Liv Morgan. But when Rhea returns from injury, all is fair in love and war

Word Count: 914

Warnings: None, just an angry Rhea Ripley :)

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Since Rhea was sidelined after Wrestlemania, things slowly started to fall apart within Judgment Day. With Damian struggling to keep the group together, Finn and JD winning the Tag team belts was amazing. But having Dom running around and fooling around with Liv, was driving a spike deep into the heart of the Judgement Day. 

But the person taking Rhea’s absence the worst was (Y/N). Failing to get the women’s title after Rhea relinquished it, dealing with the group, and Liv bullying her was starting to get too much for her. The boys tried not to let Liv near her, but once Dom spent a lot of time with her, keeping her distance was getting harder. 

(Y/N) was getting ready for her match against her friend, Dakota Kai. Usually, Rhea would have come out with her, but because of the injury, she had been flying solo. 

“There you are, I’ve been looking for you everywhere,” Damian’s voice booms in the small empty hallway. “Are you ok?” he asks. 

“Yeah. This has been one of the only places that Liv can’t find me to harass me,” she says, looking down at her boots. She never likes showing how much Liv affects her. 

Damian sighs, placing a hand on her shoulder. He tries his best to get Liv away from her, and away from Dom, but he can only do so much. 

“Do you want me to accompany you to the ring tonight?” he asks. (Y/N)’s heart warms at the offer, missing someone in her corner for matches.  

“I think I’ll be fine. Thanks though. If I need you, I’ll send an arrow to the entrance,” she says while mimicking Damian's archer taunt. He lets out a breathy chuckle at her actions. 

“What are we laughing at?” Liv’s voice breaks their moment. 

“Um, nothing important,” (Y/N) says, becoming shy—Damian moves to protect her from the Women’s champion. 

“I was just talking to her before her match, which is next so if you excuse us,” Damian says, grabbing (Y/N) wrist and pushing their way past Liv. Once they got out of the hallway and away from Liv, she let out a sigh of relief. 

“Thanks, Damian,” she mumbles as they walk towards the gorilla.

“You know I got you,” he says while pulling her into his chest. 

“(Y/R/N) and Dakota Kai to the gorilla. Match in 2 minutes,” The voice calls out over speakers. 

“You ready?” He asks. She sends him a smile. 

“I’m ready. But the question is are they ready for me?” 

“Yes,” Dakota replies, getting a chuckle from the two members of TJD. Dakota’s music blasts as she leaves the gorilla. 

Damian places his hands on her shoulders, grounding her again. Damian has stepped up a lot to be there for (Y/N) since her girlfriend has been out. Rhea has also been in constant contact because she knew that (Y/N) wouldn’t have been 100% honest with her. After all, (Y/N) wouldn’t want her to come rushing back when she wasn’t ready. 

“You got this,” Damian reassures her before her music hits. She sends him one last smile, taking a deep breath, before walking through the curtain and out to the waiting crowd. (Y/N)  rocking black pleather shorts with a leather garter belt. Her top was a simple pleather wrestling top with a cut-up Judgement Day shirt over it. She made her way to the ring, ready to get this small match over with. 

Once the bell rings, (Y/N) was dominating the match. They had some good back and forths but (Y/N) keeps the upper hand. She could hear the growing noise coming from ringside, but she chose to ignore the noise. (Y/N) hits her finisher (a version of the Walls of Jericho), securing her win. Dakota rolls out of the ring, refs making sure she is ok.

As she was processing the win, something hard hit her in the back of the head. (Y/N) is looking up to the rafters and Liv Morgan’s face comes into her view. Liv gives her an overly ‘friendly’ wave. (Y/N) slowly rolls off of her back, still holding her head.

As (Y/N) slowly gets up, Liv grabs a steel chair and is ready to lay a beating on her. When Demons in your Dreams belt out through the arena. The crowd cheers, Liv and (Y/N) couldn’t believe it. Liv scampers out of the ring like her life depends on it while Rhea charges the ring, wanting to get her hands on her placeholder. 

Rhea made sure that Liv was nowhere close to the ring before she turns her full attention to (Y/N).

“Rhea?” (Y/N) questions. Rhea moves her hair out of her face, getting a better look at her girlfriend.

“I’m here love,” she replies. Refs came over to see if extra assistance was needed.

“I thought you were still out?”

“I’m not 100% clear but I couldn’t sit at home anymore and watch you get hurt at the hands of her,” Rhea was still enraged at what had been happening. “I’m also gonna have a chat with a certain Dirty Dom after getting you to the medics,” she says while helping (Y/N) out of the ring.

“I’m happy you’re back,” she whispers for only Rhea to hear. She smiles down to her partner and places a kiss on her forehead.

“Me too babe. Me too.”

[allmyn1ghts]

Shield's First Lady ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

The Shield x Fem!Reader (platonically)

Synopsis: just a little hc about being the first and only lady of shield!!

Warnings: fluff and some angst

a/n: missing my boys and 2013-15 real bad yall!!

you absolutely loved your boys

at first, you were really iffy about the idea Triple H presented

"I want you to be Shield's First Lady! I think you being with the guys would be a perfect fit."

you didn't really want to be in a group or associated with one. But you decided to go ahead with the idea

You barely talked to Roman before but Seth and Dean were foreign to you.

"It's so nice to meet you all, I'm sure this is gonna be super fun for all of us!" 

The three men were nothing but sweetheart to you. always polite, making sure you were good

from that moment, you knew you had made the right choice

your role was pretty simple, the fearless badass of the group 

you would stand ringside for almost every match whether it be singles, tag, or all three of them. sometimes distract the ref so they can pull an illegal move ;)

every backstage segment had all four of you in it chilling in your custom locker room, getting ready for a match, etc...

promos always had you on the mic

"Shield is taking over the WWE. We have the Tag Team titles, the United States Championship, the Divas championship, My boys and I are unstoppable"

the fans absolutely loved Shield (you were the fan favorite)

yall had become a little family!

the four of you always went out after shows, having a blast

when the boys would get into stupid little arguments, you were the mediator

"C'mon guys enough! We're family. act like it!" 

when you got loud, oh they listened for sure. They knew not to piss you off

don't be fooled though, they loved you more

What you did for them ringside, they did for you.

Every time you won, they would slide into the ring and hold you up on their shoulders.

they always made you laugh at their silly side convos 

Everything was good

until it wasn't

The day Seth betrayed you all, was the day your heart broke

"Seth what are you doing?! How could you do this to us?! We're family!"

You looked him in his eyes, slapping him across the face. He had nothing to say but a smirk on his face. 

Seth not only betrayed you but his brothers too, his family.

Shield was never the same for any of you after that day. 

hope yall enjoyed this lil hc! comment and reblog pls and thank u <33

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[izzabela]

I don’t know if anyone has asked this before, but the Lin Kuei trio with a reader who works as a military special forces operator? I don’t know but I’d like to think that on tactical terms the Lin Kuei and a military soldier can work pretty well together so I would definitely want to see how this will play out

When Worlds Collide - Lin Kuei x GN!spec-ops!reader (headcanons?)

in which past meets modern warfare

a/n: bro the fact you requested this and i'm getting into COD is INSANE THE TIMING IS AWESOME

ship[s]: none

warning(s): cod x mortal kombat?? ghost reference? soap ref? gaz & price reference??

You are a spec-ops soldier, working with the most elite soldiers in the world under the guidance of the American military. With the Outworld Investigations Agency opened, they're gonna need some manpower....

Introducing you and TF141, so perhaps this is a mk x cod fic??

- all three of the brothers would be very impressed with your records and awards. you are a decorated member, and the fact you are decently younger compared to your coworkers impresses them further

- Tomas asks you questions. lots of them. where you've been, what you've seen, the kills you have (it surprises you he knows the difference in the terms), he even asks others about you

- Bi Han wants to inspect every piece of modern equipment you have. he asks incredibly well-informed questions about the weapons, he even sketches ones that pique his interest the most so he can show his clan back at home

- Kuai Liang is the lucky brother who gets to hold and try the equipment. you and your team watch over him in the gun range as he shoots down practice targets with ease (ninja precision is crazy)

- Tomas and Soap might get along the best. he'd definitely be thrown off by how vulgar the team gets, but he and Soap are very friendly with one another

- Bi Han, Ghost, and Price. those two would be having a blast together talking about manly adult leadership stuff

- Kuai Liang might get along best with Gaz. Something about these level-headed men having a normal conversation in front of neanderthals is refreshing to you, snd you really appreciate that

- teamwork wise, not including the 141, they'd work pretty good with you. you're a great all around: sniper, foot-soldier, hand-to-hand, you know the drills for the shit they go through on the daily

- specifically, you and Kuai Liang would work together with a knowing silence. something like Price and Ghost since those two knew each other for so long. something about you and Kuai covering each other's asses without saying a word means you guys are in perfect sync. i can imagine it (can't you?)

- working with Bi Han is like Price and Soap, or Ghost and Soap. You definitely would try and liven up the mood as you off enemies left and right. Bi Han might actually scold you mid battle, too, expecially talking about distractions

- Tomas is Gaz, and working with him is like nothing but butter sliding smoothly on bread. Tomas is everything in a package: smart, skilled, quick-witted, and level-headed. Tomas knows when it's the right time to do things

- i think you and Bi Han would get into the worst spats and fights when discussing how to further push into battle. i'd say it gets physical, with you ordering him to stand down as the "professionals handle this"

- Kuai Liang and you could also get into some hefty drama and fights too. i think Kuai would actually apologize too, considering that maybe you might have seen more than him

- outside of the missions, everyone gets along well (maybe). when the three lin kuei bros are out drinking with you and your team, that shit is fire. Tomas probably gets drunk first, but that's after maybe five cups of hard ass liquor

- Kuai is next drunk, then Bi Han

- back to mission stuff, when you and the Lin Kuei trio aren't fighting, you guys agree on strategy rather easily. in fact, they like how you pull your strats. Bi Han takes mental notes to implement to the clan

- yeah, that's it

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guys i want to write a COD fic soon, but idk who to start with. after my reqs though

also, school started for me, so writing may be coming slower

see yall in the next fic!

[scarapanna]

The main premise and events in the Intertwined Opposites AU

It's finally here!!!

I've managed to finally make a proper info post for my personal take on this silly possession AU craze as I've planned to do for a while since I'm totally normal about this concept (lie) /silly

Before proceeding, keep in mind that this post is gonna be pretty long as I'll be diving into important story events troughout the first half of it, so it gets the read more treatment as usual!!

There will be no crk spoilers here (except for the beast-yeast episodes), just a ""prologue" to current narrative events in the AU

[[Little edit but there now are some ref sheets for both Shadow Milk and Pure Vanilla!!! They can be found here]]

•The beginning•

Everything starts in beast-yeast, once peace has been returned to the fairie kingdom

Now that the area is mostly free from danger with the silver tree's seal being properly mended, the crowd decides to start repairs and preparations to further celebrate everyone's victory for the remainder of the day.

However, as everyone starts to leave the area, something starts creeping out from the shadows created by the tree's roots

Turns out that Shadow Milk, now severely weakened from the blow taken in battle, has managed to flee from being forced back into his prison once more.

During Lily's blast of magic, he essentially "split" and discarded part of his own power as a last resort, separating what was already being sucked into the renewed seal from himself to avoid getting dragged into containment once more.

Unfortunately for the beast, both his panicked and sloppy procedure combined with the added strenght of the new guardian's spell left him with a very poor amount of strenght, with it not being enough for anything useful.

Needless to say, his mind is filled with hatred and anger as soon as he emerges

he can't really do much with this state, and thus lingers on formulating a plan to get what he wanted from the start, but how?

How would he get back on track, rid himself of the guardian, and break the seal once more like this?

The answer eventually comes to him, just right on top of a bridge alongside the one who restored his prison.

His souljam, the one he was once the owner of

Now "purified" and held by Pure Vanilla, it binds the two together with the virtue of knowledge, split in the lights of truth and deceit during the purification process.

These lights are owned by the beast, and the figure by the bridge in front of him, yet come from the same thing.

Shadow Milk has finally decided on a proper plan.

◆ What comes after and what it leads to ◆

Days pass, turning into a few weeks and ending with a trip back home to take a break and write down what happened during the beast-yeast expedition.

Everything seems to have gone well in the end, yet something still feels..wrong?

It's not the best term for it, but does the job well enough.

The vanilla kingdom is peaceful, and Pure Vanilla's return safe and sound brings back some joy to the citizens.

Yet it just doesn't feel right, he doesn't know what precisely, but the ancient is riddled with an odd feeling almost like being watched.

He might not realise it for now, but he had been right. Someone has been following him inside the castle for the entire duration of the trip.

Pure Vanilla slowly grows more wary as days pass, and his doubts are confirmed as Shadow Milk's idea is proven successful.

In the void Pure Vanilla is confronted by Shadow Milk cookie, he spills everything he's done without esitating twice, as there's no reason to hide it anymore.

Shadow Milk had always been there ever since the re-sealing of the tree, following Pure Vanilla and draining magic at a slow enough rate to not be noticed, until it was enough to take over his body without trouble.

Now that he had a "vessel" to work with, he could keep recharging power and be finally able to do his bidding.

He's questioned multiple times by Pure Vanilla, but he wouldn't budge, and the ancient manages to gather only their location and a few loose details.

This was not a void, this was a ""mind space"" where he was bound to stay while shadow milk used his body as a disguise, and he could not use magic to fight back against the beast.

Being out of options, Pure Vanilla quickly tries to think over what to do, and lingers over the situation to come up with something.

Shadow Milk proposes an idea to Pure Vanilla, sharing the vessel that both are confined in, to be sure he doesn't get caught.

This is only to one condition: the ancient must work in favour of the beast under it's watchful sight at all times

The Ancient complies, and a deal is sealed.

It's not a loss nor a victory, only a beginning

◆The current situation◆

Now that the main prologue is set, what happens precisely to both?

So, Shadow Milk cookie is essentially ""possessing"" Pure Vanilla, but not completely.

The two switch up control of the ancient's body in certain times of the day and night, sometimes Pure Vanilla is granted the lead and when he's not needed Shadow Milk takes it. He's pretty much using the ancient as a puppet, a disguise and a tool for his own gain, assigning him certain tasks so that his plan will work as intended.

Whenever one of them is not in control of their shared ""vessel"", they're send in the mindspace until the shift of control takes place and so on. Shadow milk never gives Pure Vanilla full "freedom" or personal space, having control of the shifts in lead and constantly keeping the ancient under watch trough mirrors and reflective surfaces (The only moments in which he's given alone time is when the beast is asleep in the mind space to retain magic).

The ancient, on the other hand, accepted Shadow Milk's offer right away without esitation, but for a much different reason.

Pure vanilla is trying to get the best out of his situation, and thus feels forced to go against his own morality to keep cookies safe and attempt to alarm them trough hints and hidden messages scattered in the kingdom.

Even if he doesn't like the means, what else could he do to keep everyone safe?

The difficulty of his situation causes him great stress and paranoia, which worsens as time goes on and Shadow Milk regains his powers bit by bit, making his actions more difficult to get away with unnoticed.

Here's some more info regarding the effects of sharing a vessel in two:

• Pure Vanilla and Shadow Milk's connection by souljam makes sharing a body possible, otherwise it would be fatal to most cookies (As they're not made to be vessels).

• The slit in the souljam is a shared element which hints at Shadow milk's presence in both, during control shifts it flickers in different shades of gray.

• Remaining on the topic, control shifts are not plesant in the slightest to both parties involved, being defined by acute physical pain on the area covered by the souljam. This is inflicted on the current cookie in charge of the vessel during the shift, fading away only when back in the mindspace.

•The two can see eachother and comunicate trough reflective surfaces, with them displaying the current entity in the mindspace instead of the one leading the vessel.

• Pure Vanilla's voice sounds somewhat overlapped or distorted when shadow milk is in charge of his body, he can't change this aspect unfortunately for him.

• Certain factors like hunger and thirst are shared between the two due to their predicament, they can sometimes be heard debate over what to eat and when during the day.

• Sleep in the traditional sense is the only factor distinct to the two instead of being shared, as it's strictly based on "individual energy" rather than "shared energy"

[peachhcs]

losing the championships

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

will's self-doubt creeps in after losing the finals making him snap at the one person who's always there for him, almost making her turn her back on him.

2.6k words

warnings: a bit of angst, arguing, crying, this is a sad post in general

ik im feeding y’all rn but i feel weird putting this out in two days and not now haha, but guys you know i had to do it. i had to get the angst out. i think this is like the first angsty post in the series?? i hate when there is angst, but i love writing it lmao. i'm not sure how accurate some of this is, but i hope the trio stays on for another season!! i'd actually be devestated if they don't. anyways keep requesting!! <3

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it didn’t feel real. nothing felt real watching her best friends crumple to the ice in utter defeat and heartbreak just two days after winning the semifinals. samy stood up in the stands nearly motionless while everything around her fell silent. she didn’t think those moments were actually real whenever they played in movies, but here she was hardly focusing on anything but her best friends in tears. 

her eyes couldn’t leave ryan on his knees with his face in the ice. she just wanted to wrap all of them into her arms so none of them would feel this type of pain anymore. 

the stupid jumbotron panned to everyone’s reactions, basically putting the boys on full blast when they most definitely didn’t want anyone to see them crying like they were. samy’s heart only broke further when she finally looked down at her boyfriend trying to hold himself together while comforting a sobbing ryan and teary gabe. 

her own eyes grew teary seeing those three so destroyed not knowing what was next for any of them. that was probably the scariest part. 

when will searched for samy’s gaze the waterworks broke like a dam for the couple. the youngest hughes was completely crying and will’s shame settled into his skin that he lost the game without even scoring a single point. 

their coach urged the boys down the tunnel before the cameras could get any more shots of them. samy tried pulling herself together, but her hiccuping cries didn’t stop slipping out no matter how hard she tried holding them in. 

boston’s side of the lobby was nearly silent which almost mirrored michigan’s team two days ago. suddenly, seeing those happy memories wasn’t as easy anymore. samy’s mind raced wondering if this game really was the last for her favorite trio or if they’d stay on one more season with boston. 

thirty minutes passed before the bc boys slowly trickled out of the locker room. their bloodshot eyes and tear stained faces were enough to send more tears into samy’s own eyes. her lip quivered waiting for her boyfriend to appear, but he didn’t come out after his usual spot behind ryan and gabe. the two boys found samy’s gaze, frowning even deeper. 

“hey, i’m so sorry. i-i have no words,” samy brought them into big hugs hoping to ease a bit of their ache. 

“what a fucking night,” ryan muttered bitterly. 

“you guys played well. those refs were idiots making calls,” the brunette shook her head. 

“will’s still in there. he’s..he’s not taking this one too well. you can go in if you want, but he may explode. I i don’t want you to think he’s mad at you, he’ll just find something to take his anger out on,” gabe explained briefly. samy’s eyes slid towards the locker room doorway where her boyfriend hid. 

“don’t worry, i know how he gets. I’ll see if i can talk to him,” she couldn’t be scared of will. 

he was her best friend and boyfriend. he’d never intentionally hurt her and if he said things, she knew he was just angry with himself, not her. the girl shuffled her way towards the locker room trying to put on a brave face for will’s sake. 

she knocked on the door before slowly pushing it open. her eyes scanned the practically empty room until she found her boyfriend slumped in his stall at the end of the benches. her hands trembled as she slid further in and leaned against the door. 

“will?” 

his eyes snapped towards hers. he looked like a mess and that only unleashed more waterworks seeing him in this state. it wasn’t one samy saw him a lot in, so when she did, it hurt extra hard. 

“if you’re here to try and make me feel better, i don’t wanna hear it,” the boy mumbled bitterly which quickly caught samy off guard. 

she wasn’t expecting that from him so immediately. 

“i’m not. just here to be with you,” the girl said, trying to hide the shake in her voice. 

“well, i’m not really in the mood to be around anyone right now. just go. i’ll be out in a few minutes,” the bitterness in his voice definitely stung, but samy tried shaking him off knowing he was just upset. 

“will..” she inched forward, wanting to reach out to him. he looked as if anyone touched him he’d just break into a million pieces. 

“i said go. i don’t need your fucking sympathy. i feel feel like shit,” the blonde snapped this time making samy instantly draw back. 

“i know you’re upset, i get it. this loss fucking sucks. i’m just trying—” 

“you don’t fucking get it, samy! i just lost the championship game 2-0. we scored zero points. you know how fucking embarrassing that is? i’ve been trying to prove myself all season about how good i can be and then i lose the championship game. you’ll never fucking get it!” there it was. 

will’s tone rose with anger and hurt all mixed into one. samy swallowed the nerves climbing higher in her stomach as she tried remembering none of this was really directed at her. she was just the person will was getting his anger out on. 

“i-i do get it, will. remember my championship game in december? we choked. i-i get it, i do. it sucks and i’m so sorry it ended this way. i wish it didn’t—”

“stop saying you get it. it’s not the fucking same. you’ve never had to work for anything in your life because of your family!” 

the blonde’s harsh words finally hit a nerve. samy’s face twisted and she didn’t know anymore if he really didn’t mean it or not, but through the anger, will realized what he said. 

“samy..i didn’t—”

“fuck you, will. you of all people should know how hard i’ve worked to be where i am right now. i know you’re upset about everything right now, but you don’t need to bring me down to make yourself feel better. don’t bother waiting up. i’m leaving with ryan and gabe,” samy stormed out of the locker room before will could say anything more.

the tears streamed down her face as soon as she was in the lobby again. ryan and gabe instantly noticed her distraught expression, immediately going to her. 

“shit, what happened?” ryan muttered. 

“can we just go? i can’t deal with him right now,” samy choked out. the two exchanged a worried glance, but obliged. 

the whole ride back to the hotel was nothing but silence as everyone reeled from the disappointing night. 

—

gabe let samy camp out in his hotel room for the night. he didn’t dare ask her what happened in the locker room knowing she’d tell him if she wanted to; however, the dark-haired boy wanted to go knock some sense into will knowing he most definitely snapped too hard at samy which made her want to avoid him. 

it was almost two in the morning when there was a small knock. still awake, the two exchanged wary glances, so gabe got the door. 

he pulled it open to reveal a very weary, teary-eyed, sad, and frustrated will. for a moment, gabe almost let him in, but he stopped himself because he didn’t want the boy blowing up at samy again. the girl sat nervously on the bed just out of sight of the door listening in on them.

“is she here?” will rasped out, voice dry from the amount he cried after samy left the locker room and getting back to the hotel. 

“i’m not sure i wanna answer that,” gabe stood his ground. 

“come on, perreault. leno said he didn’t have her,” will tried again. 

hearing how wrecked he sounded broke samy’s heart all over again. gabe gazed back at her, a look in his eyes asking her if she really wanted to see him. 

even though he insulted her, something in samy was still trying to justify it for him being upset and angry. she really wanted to believe he didn’t mean it. with that, the girl crawled off the bed and shuffled her way behind gabe’s 6’1 figure. 

“we can talk in your room,” samy mumbled. 

“o-okay,” the shake in her boyfriend’s voice made samy want to lunge herself at him and make all the pain go away, but she had to stand up for herself still. 

“you’re sure?” gabe wondered before letting her go. 

“i’m sure. i’ll see you tomorrow,” she rubbed his arm and stepped around him. 

her and will walked three doors down where his hotel room was. it was basically hers too since most of her stuff was scattered across the room over the past few days they’ve been there. 

will shut the door behind them. the brunette looked at him expectantly knowing she said everything she could. a beat of silence passed before the tears quickly filled the blonde’s eyes and he started completely sobbing in front of her. he crumpled against the door, choking sobs falling from his lips as he body sunk into the ground. 

for a second, samy just stared at him until her instincts kicked in and she went to him without hesitation this time. 

“oh will,” she curled into his side, stroking his hair as his body fell into hers. 

“i’m so sorry. i didn’t mean any of it. i don’t know why i said it. i was upset and i know that’s not an excuse at all,” the boy rambled into her shoulder. 

“i know this loss hurts, but taking your anger out on people with harsh words isn’t gonna make it better,” samy said.

“i know, i know. i-i’m so sorry. i shouldn’t have lashed out on you. that’s not fair to you at all.” 

“i was just trying to comfort you like i always do after losses,” the girl hated seeing her boyfriend so upset like this. his tears dripped everywhere on her even after samy tried wiping them away with her thumb. 

“i know. i shouldn’t have pushed you away like that. i just.. I didn’t want you to see me like that,” will’s voice grew softer at his small admission. 

“what do you mean like that?” i’ve seen you lose games before.”

“i don’t know if this is how you felt after your soccer game, but i felt so pathetic for losing a championship game where we didn’t even score. my pride was hurt and i worried you’d think i wasn’t good enough anymore because i lost like that,” his words continued breaking samy’s heart. 

she grabbed ahold of his face so he was looking at her, “i’d never think any less of you because you lost. it happens. you’re not pathetic for losing and i promise it doesn’t make me look at you any differently.” 

“i guess i’m just always scared you’ll get sick of me and realize i’m not actually worth it. that and a hundred other emotions were just going through me and it came out really wrong,” will frowned. 

a small sigh escaped the girl’s lips hearing the boy she’s known all her life doubt himself so much. “you’re always worth it, will. nothing’s ever gonna change that for me, okay? i’m always gonna be in love with you and wanna be around you win or lose, whatever's happening in your career. you’re stuck with me,” a small laugh escaped their lips at the last part. 

“i know that. i just get really doubtful when i get down on myself and hard losses like that happen.” 

“i get it, but i’m not going anywhere, okay? you played your best tonight, those refs were making shit calls and unfortunately, denver just figured us out.” 

a small nod came from will. he pushed his forehead onto samy’s just trying to ease all the thoughts running through his mind while focusing on the way she ran her fingers gently through his hair and around his curls. some of his roots were rough and red from the way he pulled harshly on them earlier, so her gentle motions slowly eased the ache. 

“i’m scared that i don’t know what’s gonna happen next with any of us,” will spoke again after a small silence. 

he lifted his head again to meet his girlfriend’s gaze before leaning it against the door. 

“are you gonna sign on?” the idea played in samy’s mind as well after tonight’s game. 

the decision was entirely up to the coaches of each of the guy’s respective teams, but considering how well all of them played and improved in one season, they may want them sooner rather than later. 

“i don’t know. it’s up to whether the sharks want me now or later,” will answered. 

“have you talked to ryan or gabe? what they may do?” 

“washington’s pushing closer to the playoffs. they may want ryan on for it. i dunno. gabe’s most likely gonna stay. i don’t think the rangers are quite ready for him yet. the ideal situation is we all stay one one more season with boston,” will explained a bit, his fingers drawing mindles shapes into samy’s leg. 

“what do the sharks say about you?” the girl wondered with a raised eyebrow. 

“you know what they say about me. they want me now. they wanna wait another year. it’s..sort of up to me i guess,” will shrugged a bit, avoiding eye contact. 

“would you sign on now?” she rephrased her question from earlier. 

“if i sign on now, my entire life gets flipped around in a week and i have to move to california, but then i’d possibly get to play in the playoffs. if i wait, i get to stay with boston and everyone for another year and more importantly, see you more frequently than if i was in california,” samy rolled her eyes at the last part—he was always so down bad for her. 

“don’t make the decision based on me, will. you’ll see me still.” 

“i know, but i think i do subconsciously anyway. you’re just my life now,” his words sent a deep blush across the girl’s cheeks. 

“i’m flattered,” she rubbed the side of his cheek making him lean into her touch. 

“you’re everything to me, samy. i’m really, really in love with you and i can’t imagine my life without you in it,” will smiled softly. 

the girl flushed, but returned his smile. hearing those kinds of things come out of his mouth was still something the brunette was getting used to even after 9 months of being together. 

“you’re everything to me too, will. i love you a lot.” 

the boy leaned forward to place a gentle, yet loving kiss on her lips. they melted into one another, small sighs escaping their mouths at the contact. her hands tugged at his curls while his own curved around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer like he needed her as close as possible or else he couldn’t function. 

part of it was true. without samy, will was lost like a fish in the ocean. she was a part of him and he was a part of her. they were intertwined and always would be. her soft lips soothed every single thought and self-doubt will had because as long as his favorite girl believed in him, that was all that mattered. 

“i know i said this already, but thank you for being here. it means a lot to me,” will said when they pulled apart. 

“i’d never miss this. i’ll always skip classes for you,” she grinned. 

the boy beamed, pulling her back in for another kiss. 

the two didn’t get into bed until nearly 3:30 in the morning. samy curled into will’s side, his arm tightly around her as she laid on his chest. the tension in the air completely dissipated and the cries died down. things felt okay again. 

they’d sleep tangled in one another all night knowing the next morning samy had to catch her plane back to michigan and will would be left with one big decision that would decide what plane he had to catch. 

[b1asho]

Small rough comic while I finish the next species introduction sheet.

For context, this is the Prectikar Obin and his human friend Zoe ! (Yeah, you better believe I've got characters too. Will prolly post more of them after the species intro sheets so you guys have more of a baseline for what the character is XD.

Obin is very comfortable being trans around humans (who raised him and who he’s lived around his whole life) but his first time presenting explicitly as such in front of other Prectikar was a bit stressful, since their widely held religious beliefs say that being that way is deviation from their creator god’s will (the idea that any of them who follow their old traditions (trads) are all phobic is a harmful stereotype , from a vocal minority of them, but still a concern since the sentiment that queerness is weird or wrong is still more coded into their culture than in current canon humans). He already shows his gender identity with a nose piercing rather than a chin one, and his large size and musculature caused by a combo of gigantism and working out also helps make him appear more masculine to both Prectikar and humans, but going as far as altering the throat sac during the season is a much bigger step —>

As i mentioned in their ref sheet, Prectikar have a breeding season in late winter, where males will lose the feathers on their throat to show off a bright yellow color on their skin (females don’t do this, and instead will grow longer feathers on their back and chest). A common way for trans Prectikar to deal with this (without medically transitioning/using hrt to prevent it from happening that way in the first place) is to cover the bald spot or pluck their throat sac and paint it yellow. without the right pheromones, it’s still easy for others to 'tell’ though, which is why he’s nervous. Zoe is there as the emotional support lesbian.

Also here’s a transcript, because my handwriting sucks ass and I decided to write some things phonetically since Obin has trouble pronouncing T, D, and G and also tend to combine words with those sounds with the next word (wi’the nehx’wer )

O- damn, this stings.

Z- damn, it’s almost like you’re pulling them out.

O- ha. ha. … ok, how does it look?

Z- yeeaahhhhhhh, very bald! Just needs some yellow.

O- …

Z- very manly ! Very.. Kar-ly? It looks good! What?

O- I’m serious. Do you think the guys at work will say anything? I’ve.. never been around other Prectikar during the season…

Like, there’s no way they can’t tell. And U’lng is a trad, I’ve seen him praying, and they’ve already seen my piercing,, and I already feel like they think I’m a freak-

Z- Hey

it’s who you are. You know it is. No matter what. They’re just going to have to deal with it.

O- Right. Yeah. Deal with it. ..

Z- so we’re good? I can get the paint if you want.

O- Yeahhhhh

god why does this have to be so hard.

Z- they’re nice guys, dude. You’ll be fine.

Z- and if not I can hit them with an energy blast.

[sw-33-ts-stuff]

She Don’t Wanna Marry Me

Part 2

9 Years Old

It was a usual Saturday morning as you sat on the couch spoon full of milk and cereal as the TV blasted in the background. You didn’t care for the cartoon playing just enjoying the bright colors and haply music as it filled the empty space that was your home. You looked around at the mess of scattered bottles and takeout cartons on the floor. The messy kitchen giving you anxiety as you knew you’d be the one responsible to pick it up even if you hadn’t made the mess. Your thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell brows furrowing as your jumped down from the couch. You grabbed a chair dragging it to the peep hole tiptoeing to see who’d possibly be over at this time. It was Mrs.Day holding a casserole dish. You but your lip conflicted as you knew you shouldn’t answer the door when no one was home but you also knew Mrs.Day wasn’t just any stranger. You ran towards the nearest window before taking a deep breath to yell.

“Hey Mrs.Day!” The woman looked around before her eyes landed on you. “I’m sorry I’m not allowed to open the door for strangers.”

Lorraine’s mother chuckled to herself as she walked closer to the window.

“That’s ok sweetheart, I understand.” She paused trying to reign in her emotions. “Your moms not home is she?”

Again you bite your lip shaking your head every so slightly scared to get in trouble.

She nods sighing out harshly.

“Ok sweetie how about this I’m gonna give you this casserole through the window and I’ll leave you with my number in case you need help ok?”

It wasn’t until she reached home that her phone rang from an unknown number.

“Hello?”

“Hi Mrs.Day it’s Y/N I just wanted to say thank you for the food and make sure you made it home.” She smiled.

“It’s my pleasure. Did you need help with anything?”

“No but would it be ok if I could talk to Lorraine?” It was silent for a moment then some shuffling.

“Y/N/N?”

“Hi Rainey!” Mrs.Day watched her daughters smile grow as the two of you continued to talk. Thick arms wrapped around her waist from behind, the familiar warmth and slight tickle of a mustache on the back of her neck letting her know exactly who it is.

“Hey Darlin’. Who’s on the phone with Raine?”

“Y/N.” He hummed smiling a bit.

“Shouldve known when I saw her blushing.” The two laughed watching their daughter speak into the phone, pacing as she did so.

“She’s gonna marry her someday.”

16 Years Old

You look to the bleachers again sighing when you realize your mom wasn’t coming…again. The buzzer rings out letting you know warm ups are over and tip off is about to begin. You try to shake off the sadness loosening your shoulders and bouncing in one spot.

You were brought out of your thoughts when the quarter ended. Your team was down, your coach and teammates were constantly yelling but you paid them no mind as you looked to the bleachers again.

She’s not coming.

It was halfway through the second quarter the lead the other team had continually growing. You knew if not for how small your team was and your usually outstanding performances your coach would’ve pulled you out by now. It’s when you were pushed out of bounds that you hear a yell from the crowd.

“THATS A FOUL REF!” You look to see Lorraine. Sweet, quiet Lorraine red faced and angry with her parents next to her, her mother trying to calm her and her father down. Next to them a small white sign with your name and number on it. Mrs.Day being the only calm one meets your eyes and waves. You feel a small smile make its way to your face as you get back up. With the Days cheering you on, the lead the other team had becomes nonexistent by the time the quarter ends and when the games over. It was you who not only bought the team back up but made the winning shot. The hugs from Lorraine and her father and the kisses scattered across your cheeks from Mrs.Day better than any trophy.

They offer to take you out to dinner to celebrate Lorraine next to you the whole time. The evenings full of laughter and joy.

Until it isn’t, when you get home calling for your mother you find a note on the counter nothing but the word Sorry scribbled across it.

Luckily, Lorraine’s father had wanted to come with you not only to drop you off but to commend you on your game. His analysis of your play style boosting your self esteem more and more as time went.

He watched as you dropped the paper saying nothing as you picked up the kitchen. He read the note and watched your face for any signs of distress. No tears, you were always a strong kid but even he knew that at some point life could break you.

“You alright kid?”

“Yeah Mr.Day I’m ok.” He said nothing as he went to hug you. His usual rough touch now gentle as he held you. Your shoulders shook a moment and your breathing grew heavy but you still didn’t cry.

“Get your stuff kid you’re with us from now on.” Your head on his shoulder nodded but nothing else was said between you two that night.

Not when you got in the car and watched the now empty house leave the rear view mirror.

Not when you’d showed up at the Days doorstep her mother and Lorraine laughing at something trivial until they’d seen your bags.

Not even when Lorraine snuck into your new room that night and wrapped her arms around you, a silent promise to never let go.

You belonged with them now.

19 Years Old

You winced as you threw back another shot. The fake ID you had since high-school still worked perfectly. You glanced at your phone again for the nth time. Praying a certain brunette would text you soon.

You knew she was busy abut you were hoping she wasn’t so busy that she’d forgotten.

“Here ya go sexy. This one’s on the house, happy birthday.” The blonde bartender placed the drink in front of you and winked.

You gave a small smile and nod. As you began to sip, you looked around. A lot of girls had come and sat next to you trying to flirt but every time your phone rang from another birthday text from a friend or classmate you’d drop everything in hopes it was the one girl you’d been hoping to hear from all day.

You’d lost count of the shots bought for you or the amount of suggestive comments and winks the bartender sent you.

She was cute but she wasn’t her.

She was blonde and taller.

She didn’t have a cute southern accent or endless freckles.

She had piercings and tattoos and a completely different aura to her.

Her somewhat rock chic outfit giving slight indication to who she was and what her interest may be.

It was 2 am when she’d announced last call looking directly at you.

She’d been bold all night and you’d given up on hearing from Lorraine. Her mother had texted to not stay out to late but that was hours ago and you knew the missed calls from

Mr.Day were not going to be pleasant.

You’d decided to forget it all and followed the bar tender out to her car. You tried not to think about her not being soft and warm with a scent of vanilla. She was very fit and smelled more like cherries and leather. You’d tried to block out the thought of brown eyes forcing yourself to focus more on the girls crystal blue. You cursed yourself for not thinking to ask her name but you were too far in to say anything now.

Unfortunately in the end soft brown eyes and freckles cursed your thoughts. You had to bite your tongue as you almost called out the wrong name and when morning came you left quickly and quietly. Somewhat ashamed but relived.

When you reached the Days house and opened the door on the couch was Mr. And Mrs. Day with a disappointed look on their faces.

“You could at least let us know you’d be out all night kid we were worried sick.”

You shrug still sore from last night and the hangover was not helping in the slightest.

Mrs.Day stood up when Mr.Day did.

“Don’t you have anything to say?!” She watched as her husband was slowly getting more worked up. She glanced to see you just shake your head and move to brush past him. He grabbed your arm making her grab his.

“Now look I know you’ve had a shit stick at life but it doesn’t give you an excuse to be careless and make us worry.”

“I never asked for your help.” Mrs.Day recoiled hurt angering her husband more.

“Now you watch that tone!” You scoff bitter.

“And what are you gonna do about it?”

Mr.Day stood taller as you stepped closer.

“Now maybe we should cool down a bit.” The older woman placing a hand on her husbands chest.

“No I think someone needs to remember to be grateful that we even took her in.” Mrs.Day gasped. You clenched your jaw.

“I didn’t forget but don’t worry I’ll be out by tonight. Thank you for your hospitality.”

You drive to the chop shop you were working at taking the couch where most of the guest wait. You felt your phone buzz indicating that a voicemail was left. You hit play as a familiar voice began to speak.

“Y/n I’m so so so sorry. I know there’s no excuse but happy birthday I hope you had fun with mama and daddy, I promise I’ll make it up to you somehow. I gotta go.”

21 Years Old-Night of the Dinner Announcement

You finally made it home after the announcement. You felt nothing as you stared at a blank screen. Lorraine was getting married. That was the only thing you seemed to be able to comprehend at the moment.

You looked around. Your apartment was nice, modest, it wasn’t fancy by any means but it was a roof over your head and you didn’t expect to live a life of luxury even when you were younger. A knock broke you from your thoughts and you find yourself surprised to see Mr.Day standing on the other side.

He gave a slight smile and pointed before you stepped aside to let him in. He sat on the couch patting the space next to him. You follow as your head falls to his shoulder.

“You know this parenting thing it doesn’t come with a manual.” You stiffen a bit. “That day I shouldn’t have said that. Kid I am so sorry.”

You nod still silent contemplating. “You’re not the only one apparently.”

He looked at you confused. “That day-“ you took a deep breath pulling out your phone and replaying the last voicemail Lorraine had left you.

He sighed eyes closing.

“Damn I guess we weren’t your favorite people that day huh?” You both laugh.

“I kept telling myself you’d come back that’s why I didn’t call until now. Mama kept telling me I needed to apologize, to find you and bring you home…”

He shook his head.

“Y’know we thought it would be you two getting married for real this time. We just thought Lorraine would take a while to catch up. And you still came to support her.” You just puff out a breath next to him as your eyes start to sting.

“I’m so sorry kid.” You heard a sniffle and looked at the older man in shock. You clenched your jaw to keep any tears from falling as you held him, body shaking as he continued to sob.

Even then you still didn’t cry.

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[katanablue]

Ok so I always wanted to see what the boys reaction to be at founding out their long time friend who is way taller than them has a crush on them or them dating a S/o who is taller.

As someone who is tall and would never give up her heels, I’m curious to see how would they act?

I always laugh picturing Raph smug smirk leaning against the wall flirting but having to look up.

Or Mikey being the one to pull down S/o for kisses.

I see Leo totally hating being little spoon, but S/o is just soo tall!

Donnie doesn’t mind S/o resting their chin on his head as they look over his shoulder.

And smexy time is even more entertaining because the boys are perfect chest height but they sure don’t let it limit them and they remind S/o just who they belong to taller or not.

•Sorry for the long post! You can pick which every boy or 03/07 your choice if you choose to answer~

03 boys!!!!! Doing this as them dating someone taller

. . . . . ╰──╮꒰💙꒱ ╭──╯ . . . . .

• Doesn’t mind a tall s/o at ALL. He barely notices it tbh.

• His only rule is that he HAS to be the big spoon, he doesn’t like anything clinging onto his shell while he’s sleeping. But hello! You love being able to hold him and tangle your legs over his.

• I just think he would love it when you kiss the top of his head.

• But also gets a bit flustered when he’s face level with your chest. Short circuits when he’s smushed in a hug.

• Picturing him trying to teach you how to defend yourself and he has to stand on his tippy toes a bit to adjust your posture lmao.

. . . . . ╰──╮꒰❤️꒱ ╭──╯ . . . . .

• Okay to briefly ref 2012 Raph, just look at him and Mona! She’s taller than him and honestly?? I think Raph in all variations would love having an s/o that’s taller.

• He loves a powerful woman that can kick his ass and if you’re adding in height to the mix? Goner.

• Loves that you are the one that has to bend down a bit to kiss him. He’ll cup his hand around the back of your neck to keep you in place.

• Although Raph has that tough guy attitude, he isn’t ashamed to ask you to get something for him if he can’t reach.

• Just got a brain blast of him picking you up with his arms right under your ass and lifting you high into the air.

. . . . . ╰──╮꒰💜꒱ ╭──╯ . . . . .

• Like Leo, he doesn’t particularly notice how much taller you are than him.

• He loves how you’re able to rest your chin on his head and just watch what he’s doing, he thinks it’s adorable.

• If you’re sitting on the couch then he’ll drag your legs over his lap and massage them, running his hands up and down your thighs.

• He’s using your height to his advantage lmao, having you help him with his inventions by asking if you can put x on top of there or if you can a certain something.

• Loves loves loves to hug you with his arms around your waist and look up at you, chin resting on your chest.

. . . . . ╰──╮꒰🧡꒱ ╭──╯ . . . . .

• Admittedly is a little pouty that you got some inches on him.

• It’s a given that he’s going to make jokes, “How’s the weather up there?”

• You can easily get him to shut up by resting your arm on top of his head or acting like you don’t notice him.

• He’s more than happy to grab you by the front of your shirt and pull you down for a kiss. Might even be a little dramatic and ask you to dip him.

• He’s definitely asking you to cosplay with him and having you be the taller character.

[kiradrabbles]

EATING UP UR WRITING OMFGGG ???? U WRITE TOBY SO WELL ITS EXACTLY HOW I HAVE HIM IN MY HEAD I LOVE IT !!!!!!!!!!

do u think by any chance u could write somethin for toby with a fem emo/grunge reader? sfw or nsfw is good !!!! thank u soso much :) 💘💘💘💘

why yes I can! Sorry it took a while, life, y’know?

I’m so glad you like how I write him!!

ticci toby x emo/grunge reader headcanons

He genuinely thinks it’s fucking sick

He’s never.. put effort into his appearance, really. He’s never been motivated, after all, what’s the point? No matter if he dressed perfectly and brushed his hair every day he’d still.. be him. Fucked up hands and a fucked up face.

So he admires you for it.

also thinks you’re so pretty…

Not uncommon to find him just staring at you with a stupid grin on his face. How did he pull that? Big tiddy emo gf/ref wants him??

he’d blast your music with you!! I imagine his taste is similar, rocky punky type beat, so you could both jam out until the other pastas told you to stfu 😭

I think he’d steal stuff off his victims for you. Punk is all about reusing and getting old things instead of getting new ones, right? Well, looting dead bodies counts, he thinks.

brother might even start hunting alt people just so he can get you pretty stuff he’d know you’d like 😭. Patches, jewellery, jackets, shirts, anything and everything that makes him think of you.

”Toby this shirt you got me smells like blood-“ “nuh-no reason!!”

would let you do his eyeliner 100%

bonus points if you sit on his lap while doing it (he WILL pop a boner)

will shoplift you monster cans :) and give you the tabs.

I’ve always imagined Toby as a piercing enthusiast, I think he’d like how it gave him some sense of control over how his body looked, and also it’s not like he can feel pain, so what’s the downside? So he’d also think it was super cool if you had peircings

and if you didn’t (and wanted some) he’d happily give you some himself honestly

also he’d probably find it hot. They say pierced nipples taste like house keys, well you know what they say, there’s no place like home

Grahhh sorry if it’s short or not what you wanted!! Thanks for the request, nonny!!!

[teachyouhowtodothesponge]

Hello Sponge ! I wonder if you could draw Kyan, he's one of Howdy's siblings. He rarely visit the neighborhoud.

Here some ref of him. If you want to draw him please take your time !

Bye have a nice day/night ! 🌃🌟

A family member of Howdy! I love him!! He is so silly, and I'm loving those glasses! He was a blast to doodle. :D

[fizzywashere87]

Erm... Trans Masc reader x R!Mikey fluff? Pls?

TM!Reader x R!Donnie fluff?

TM!Reader x R!Leo fluff?

TM!Reader x R!Raph fluff?

Any fluff pls

Im feeling low-key melancholy (u know why) and I need comfort

Or if your cool with it, gut wrenching angst that will make me hurt to the very core of my being and make me cry like a baby?

-xoxo Nardo

notes: yes. just yes. okay, i apologize in advance if these are not what you wanted/posted too late... but i hope you enjoy pookie!! i'm gonna write them as hcs so you get all in one AND it's not built like a script!

Hehe just in time for Pride Month! :3

HAPPY PRIDE!

Masterlist

Warnings: male reader, male pronouns used, cussing?, fluff!!

RotTMNT x TransMasc! Reader

~Raph-a-Doodle~

Okay, we all know cuzzo's like the biggest sweetheart-

He's going to love you unconditionally for two reasons

One, in his mind, nothing can be worse than his whole.. situation.

Two, you're literally the most majestic, the most gracious person and lover to ever walk the earth! In his eyes strictly- not mine /J /NS I JS WANTED TO BE FUNNY

Raph's gonna support you no matter what decisions you make in life and he's going to follow your every move :3 -seriously he cannot live without you-

Is on top of your pronouns and will threaten anyone who tries to a fuckass skank

TAKING YOU TO PRIDE PARADES

He'd get you like the Transgender flag but like the big one so you can wear it like a cape! -He says you're his hero and heroes have capes :3

Also gets you tinier flags and pins so you can wave 'em n wear 'em -hehe see what i did with the alliteration?

You can sit on his shoulders 'cuz you know he's tall and stuff

Best experience ever bro

He is also adorned in the Pride Attire™

OMG yk like the lil corks they put on sharp things?

You put some of those on him but like it's pride (cuz you know- you gay an stuff /ref) and now it's a festive safety feature!

Proudly displays you to the world an' I wanna make that so clear

"This is my s/o! Ain't he just the handsomest?"

Yeah he's cute

Helps you with anything you need

If you choose to bind he'll help make sure it's on safely and shit

Raph always makes sure you're comfortable and happy

If you're happy he's happy!

Raph loves you and he'll treat you the same (just with these added perks) no matter what- as long as you're happy my boy is thriving

~Neon-Leon~

Now this one-

This one...

Motherfucker's gay as shit we already know-

Yeah no fucking surprise there when this one came outta the closet

He's probably TransMasc too :3

"It's cause I'm gay isn't it?"

Yes tf-

Okay but like he's good to you and that's all that matters

Again, he doesn't treat you all that different besides the added perks >v<

He's such a simp for you don't let his annoying attitude fool you

Bro's gay and homophobic for you /ref amor would understand

Helps you with whatever you need, seriously

Call him and he's a portal away

Big help with transitioning

His room's got a big ass section dedicated to pride

Flags, pins, posters, uhm- what's with the sock and why is it hard as a rock?

"DON'T TOUCH THAT-"

"EW YOU FUCKING WANKER WHY DID YOU LEAVE THAT THERE?!"

aw what the shit man.

Don't speak of that with him he'll get pissy and you don't wanna deal with Pissy Leo™

PRIDE PARADE!

Y'all have the most Gender Fits™ istg

ADORNED IN FESTIVE CLOTHING FOR THE FESTIVE EVENT!!

Both of you guys are wearing the flag-cape thingy I'm not sure what to call

You went with the Transgender Theme and he went with the Gay Theme

Says it suits his color n he's not lying

Another one to proudly displays you

"MAKE WAY FOR MY MOST HANDSOMEST BOYFRIEND PEASANTS!!"

"Nobody's in the way Leo." April would roll her eyes alongside the rest of his brothers

You'd either match Leo's energy or tell him to stfu-

Back to the pride parade-

Nobody actually gives a fuck he's green

"I know a place," Ahh boyfriend

You guys have a blast marching around and the Gender Fits™ are your new favorite outfits

He loves you so much and he will show it through his one liners/pickups lines

It's really bad-

"Are you testosterone because you're testing my heart strings!"

*Receives the window treatment*

Gayest couple in New York but you guys OWN IT

~Othello Von Ryan~

Bro is literally indifferent

It's not that Donnie doesn't care- no he cares tenfolds and it shows

But he also doesn't care

Like he doesn't make as big of a commotion about it verbally

He does show you off literally everywhere tho-

"Ah yes, my superbly handsome s/o, [Name]!"

And he does have a pride section in his lab :3

He's just Autistic ∞

Is on top of allat medical shit for you

And also will help you with literally anything you need

"Donnie, it's Pride Month, you know what that means!" "Huh? Do you want me to like- make gay tech? What?" /reffff

Yes tf

And he does just that

He ended up making you a Lil' Reminder Guy

It reminds you to like- do stuff

Ion wtv tf you want

Just tell it when it needs to tell you to Do Stuff™ and it will

Take meds, walk the dog, eat, drink water, SLEEP

And it's gay LMFAO

Also probably created a pride flag printer :0

He's literally the best omgie

He's smart and hot?

insert ring on finger plz -><-

Except you giggle cause 👉👌

PRIDE PARADE!

Donnie picks out your Gender Fit™ because he needs "his handsome significant other looking his best!"

Any of them masturbators wanna be dickheads? There's now a virus taking over their whole ass phone and it spread to their computer

He swears it wasn't him and it happened to be convenient timing

You let it go 'cause what the fuck they had it coming

Man the love is seen and is On The Brain™

Donnie does literally anything for you and will do it with Pride~

~Magic Mike~

Mans is all for it but in uppercase letters

Mikey's second favorite thing about Pride is defo the colors

The first being people being able to be themselves and all the happy faces :3

It's pretty much his scene

You give him literally the biggest excuse to be A r t i s t i c

Drawing on you 24/7 hkhuyhgygti-

Displaying you like his biggest achievement

In his eyes, you are again, his eyes, not mine /J AGAIN SORRY IM NOT FUNNY-

"Look at my adorable s/o, [Name]! Isn't he sososos adorable?"

The threatening stare he gives after makes anyone shit their pants and they will not DARE to disagree

Mikey will do literally anything for you and is another one to do it with Pride~

PRIDE PARADE!

He won't fully leave you to pick out the fit but he is definitely pitching in A LOT

"You would look so amazing and handsome if you put it with this!!"

Places the cape on you so dramatically you laugh every time

Paints your face for the occasion

Cannot convince me he doesn't make a face while doing it LMFAO

Dating Mikey means you've got yourself a guard dog

Should anyone imply that you're anything besides amazing?

He's sending their fuckass twinkass self beyond where they came from-

Heavily assisting in your transition

Whatever you need is there as fast as he can possibly cause it "cause it"?

Mikey makes fun in all the annoying and uncomfy stuff you'd have to get through and you're so grateful you have him there to help

Also has a pride section in his room

It's so bright and colorful between all the flags and posters and pins

He collects those pins like they're sports cards

You literally give him an excuse to be so A r t i s t i c

His muse istg-

"My handsome angel face!! Look what I made! I seen something that made me think of you, and then it gave me an idea to paint this!!"

Your heart fucking melted oml

He's so precious bro

Holds you extra tight because he loves you so much

He'd do anything and everything for you

No matter what you do or say he'll always stick with you <3

don't click see more to see the tags. i had a lil too much time on my hands-

[gorogues]

Fictober 2024

Prompt number #4 Fanfiction Fandom: Flash Rogues Rating: T – Teen and up Warnings: Profanity, general miscreant behaviour

Day Four: “No, we’re not doing that”

The Rogues had piled into the van for a road trip to Chicago to see the Cubs play, as they did every year or so, but things quickly seemed strange to anyone paying attention.

“Hey, why aren’t we heading to the interstate?” Mark called from the back seat, and Len tightened his grip on the wheel.

“We ain’t going to Chicago,” Len replied calmly.  “We’re going to Keystone.”

“What!  What about the Cubbies?!” Mick demanded.  “You said we were going to Wrigley to watch `em play the Cards!”

“Nope, we’re not doin’ that.  We’re gonna go watch the Combines play, because somebody set off a stink bomb in my bed and now we’re gonna do what I want to do.”

Axel’s cheeks reddened a bit, but he figured the best defence was a good offence.  “Hockey totally sucks, and this isn’t Canada!  The rest of us don’t like it and you’re outnumbered six to one!”

“I don’t care one way or another, mate, they’re all shit Yank sports to me,” Digger shrugged, and Evan nodded enthusiastic agreement.

“It’s nae fitba.”

Len took his attention away from the road to grin aggressively at the others.  “Funny you should mention Canada, `cause we’re gonna watch the Combines play the Leafs and it’ll be one hell of a bloodbath.  I get to see my team stomp another, and you dickheads get to watch a team embarrass itself by choking in the clutch every single time.”

Roscoe began fumbling with the van’s side door, intending to make a speedy exit, but the doors were locked from the driver’s controls.

“Oh no, Dillon, you aren’t going anywhere.  Trickster told me the bomb was your idea.”

Roscoe’s eyes flashed with an angry green glow.  “I should have known there was a reason you insisted I go to the ballgame!”

Len just laughed, and the van soon approached the river-spanning bridge to Keystone.

+++

One hour later found the Rogues seated in the arena, watching the start of the game with varying levels of interest.

“This sport is so dumb.  Why the skates?” Axel complained as Len swigged some beer and enjoyed the misery of the idiots around him.

“It’s cold in here,” Mick whispered, shivering.  Mark surreptitiously draped Len’s coat around their suffering comrade’s shoulders, having observed that Dear Leader was absorbed in the action on the ice.

“The brawling’s not bad,” Digger observed appreciatively as several players exchanged punches and one guy tripped another with his stick when the ref wasn’t looking.

“Aye, I’ve watched the ice hockey before in Glesga.  Bu’ it’s nae all that popular with the local lads except for all the doin’,” Evan replied, moderately bored by the game.  His eyes were on another patron’s expensive watch which was located three rows in front of them, seductively glinting under the overhead lights.

Roscoe sat silently and tried to hide his annoyance to deprive Len of any satisfaction, though with only middling success because Len knew him better than he knew himself.  He paid most of his attention to the other Rogues, finding their behaviour more interesting than the mediocre game itself.

But Len was having a blast.  “Fuck yeah!” he jeered when the Combines scored yet another goal over the hapless Maple Leafs, inadvertently drenching Mark with beer.

“God, Len, could you not?” Mark grumbled, dabbing at his favourite Cubs jersey with a greasy napkin.  “I didn’t set off any stink bomb.”

“S-so c-cold…” Mick murmured, and Evan was getting a distinct gleam in his eyes as he stared at the fancy watch.

“Say, have you noticed that gentleman’s beautiful watch?” Roscoe conversationally observed to his fellows.  “Who wants to bet that I can lift it from his wrist without him noticing?”

Evan glared at him; he was determined that the prize should only be his.  He stood up, claiming to need the washroom, so Roscoe sat back and relaxed.  Time to wait for things to blow up.

Soon there was a scuffle a few rows in front of them, involving lots of shouting and shoving.  “Hey, this guy tried to steal my watch!” shouted an indignant voice amidst the melee.

“Fight!  Fight!” Digger cheered from his seat, simply enjoying the drama and not caring who was involved.

Len got up with a sinking feeling, trying to see what was happening.  “Dammit, McCulloch…”  He pushed his way to the aisle with the faint hope of retrieving his idiot before the police were called and the game was potentially ruined.

“I think Mick would appreciate it if you raised the temperature in here,” Roscoe said to Mark in that same conversational tone, and the Weather Wizard knew exactly what he was doing but was only too happy to oblige.

“Y’know, you’re right,” Mark muttered, seeing an opportunity to go home without the boss finding out.  He waved his wand, and the interior of the building began to slowly heat up.  Not enough to make anyone ill, but enough for the ice to start melting in ways the players didn’t like, and they left the rink soon after.

“Your attention, please,” the arena’s announcer droned over the public address system. “The game is temporarily on hold due to unforeseen conditions on the ice, and your patience is appreciated while the matter is investigated.”

“What the hell’s going on?” Len demanded when he returned to the group with a shame-faced Evan in tow.

“No clue.  Something’s gone wrong, I guess,” Mark said smoothly, and the Rogues who’d caught on to the scheme had the common sense not to chuckle.

Len snorted with extreme annoyance.  “We can’t wait around here for things to maybe continue, because this dipshit tried and failed to steal some rich guy’s watch.  McCulloch, I don’t want you to get snatched by the cops on the way home, so you head back right away via your mirror.”

“Aye,” Evan mumbled, and prepared to exit the building via a small mirror from his pocket.  Most of the other Rogues eagerly tried to follow, but Len narrowed his eyes at them, already suspicious about the evening’s various misfortunes.

“Nope, the rest of you jerks are with me, and we’re all gonna drive home together.  And we’re gonna take the scenic route too.”

The heavy sighs Roscoe and Mark uttered were an incredible balm to Len’s soul.

[dominom3th]

Under1%!Papyrus official ref sheet!

Story:

The younger brother of Cent and has been taking care of him for as long as he can remember, he only has some memories of being taken cared of by Cent and living in the hospital with him. Papyrus then became a royal guard due to his will to protect Cent and help others. Papyrus was one of the monsters fighting against Clara when they tried to steal the souls, before a huge blast tried to strike him down in the last moment Cent had jumped in, causing a fatal blow to the head. Papyrus, and his determined will to save his brother: halved his soul to save him. After the incident Papyrus is now the leader of Snowdin and sole protector of it’s citizens, leaving him extremely busy and sleep deprived, constantly worried for his brother’s life.

Personality:

Papyrus is sorta different from his original counterpart from Undertale. He is strong willed and more mature about things, because of that he has a hard time having fun. Papyrus cares a lot for his brother and worries about him lots, he suffers a ton of guilt on his back for what happened. He has a very strong sense of justice and will to protect others. Another thing is that due to always pushing his emotions back, it makes it much more easier for him to break, in the end, all he wants to do is believe in others… to hope for a future no matter what.

Fun facts!!

Papyrus’s armor was made by Temmie before she retired

Papyrus still hates puns but tries to tolerate them for Cent’s sake

Papyrus still finds joy in his very rare free time (which is still just work but he considers it free time) where he works on puzzles

Papyrus has a stash of bracelets that Cent makes him every year

His old personality is still there, just hidden by masses amount of trauma and anxiety ^^ (he’s still a goofy goober on the inside)

Papyrus is t a l l

KANZKABZKBAKXBAK

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I'M SORRY I KNOW I SHOULD'VE LIKE PUT THIS IN THE SAME REQUEST BUT AFTER I READ YOUR TIMXDECEASED!READER I GOT AN IDEA..

BUT IDK HOW THIS WORKS LIKE WHAT IF SHE GOT REVIVED OR SMTH (OR LIKE IDK SHE DIDN'T EXACTLY D*E JUST WENT MISSING OR SOMETHING BUT GOT DECLARED DEAD?)

AND BTW

I love the way you write and thank you thank you so much for Doug my request:3

Remember to rest and stay hydrated mwa I love you!!<333

-🙀 anon

Tim x reader who went missing but returns!

UEUEUEUEUE thank you!! i was so nervous that the post was going to be kind EUGH!! since im rusty with MH and my brains foggy on the lore + still experimenting with how i write the og/mh versions of tim !! admin grew up with creepypasta first marble hornets later (though its been a blast getting into mh!! yahoo!!) that said i hope you enjoy this as well!! previous post/post in question!

just like a lightning bolt i was struck with the image of tim and reader hugging, studio ghibli style. you know. like getting INTO it

though.... would it be in character? in not sure, actually..! because on one hand i can see him being happy to see you still kicking, after being supposedly "dead" for lord k nows how long, but i can also see him cautious... like are you a threat? are you going to pull some stuff? i think it depends on how far into the whole mess of MH that this would take place in

thinks

god know because you know how in the other post i mentioned that he would make a little memorial... thing for you. like its just a space somewhere with your picture and some stuff you like/had. thats going to be fun to explain to you. probably takes it down when youre confirmed to still be alive

do not tease him about it. i do think that would actually cause some issues. like i thought about this as a joke but can you imagine how messed up that would be, to try to joke with him about that?

therapy. you guys both go to therapy. i mean he needed it even before you showed back up, but i doubt you just suddenly coming home is going to erase all the grieving he went through

"youre just as beautiful as the day i lost you"/ref or however the quote goes

oooooooouuuugh imagine its been so long and you guys have the rekindle your relationship if you guys want to make things work

i dont know, the admin just enjoys tropes like that. same energy as the "we knew each other in a past life and have once again found our way to each other" but in a different font... kinda...

if this is post-MH you guys both grieve together over all that was lost/who had died, as well as generally trying to recover

i do think that after the initial shock he would ask a few questions... though im not actually sure if he would interrogate you... i can see both, actually. on one hand he wants to know exactly what happened to you and where youve been, but on the other hand hes just so exhausted that he doesnt think he can handle the truth for the foreseeable future

baby steps, you know