#i HATE love triangles that aren’t actually triangles

[2dami2furious]

they kinda pissing me of w this fakeass love triangle they’re trying to set up between spiderbyte miles and gwen

[jeoncasino]

Prospects

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Tired of life and all it had to bring for you, things take a turn when you find out two of your friends start to take a liking to you. With newfound emotions and a whole lot of drama, what happens when they start competing for your love?

Pairings: JJK x fem! reader [x KNJ]

Genre: college au, love triangle, friends to lovers, fluff, angst, slow burn, eventual smut.

Tags: rich! jjk, law student! jjk, dark hair! jjk, sweet! jjk, jealous! jjk, needy! jjk, obsessed! jjk, but also dom! jjk, slightly toxic! jjk, english major! knj, boy bsf! knj, co-worker! knj, husband material! knj, brown hair! knj, sweet! knj, jealous! knj, sad knj:(, pet names, everything’s so complicated and everyone’s in denial, jk's love language is physical touch and acts of service, jk has mommy issues so he's too attached to oc, joonie is so sweet i feel bad for him, gguk will try everything in his power to make oc his, ggukkie lowkey hates joonie lol, this is an actual slow burn yay!

Warnings: mentions of drug use.

⋆ †₊ Series Masterlist

Minors do not interact.

Smoke surrounds you. For a moment, the noises and lights from the party, once a chaotic blend, seperate distinctly. Each sound creates its own frequency, each beam of light cutting through the haze in sharp lines. Everything around you slows down, the moment captivating you in a trance that would otherwise not been achieved without smoking a certain plant.

Elaine, your best friend, who was sitting to your left, seems to be talking to you. You can't quite grasp what she's saying, but she leaves shortly afterward, leaving you alone in the beautiful backyard of this otherwise dirty frat house. You really were avoiding going inside—the floors were sticky, and it smells funky. Honestly, you didn’t even want to be there. Frat parties aren’t your thing. But Elaine, in apparent need of de-stressing (though later confessing she just wanted to see her latest infatuation, Zia), had dragged you out on a Thursday night. You thought about getting mad and leaving, but she’s your best friend—and every guy here looks like they’d spike her drink—so you stayed. Plus, she bought you a blunt, so it evened out.

As you gazed at the dark-glowing canvas of the night sky, you felt a presence beside you. Skeptically, you glanced to your right, only to find a man staring at you. You jumped.

“Oh my god?” you gasp, eyes wide, hand over your heart.

The guy laughs, clearly amused by your reacton. Trying to figure him out, you took a look at him. He wore a loose white shirt and baggy jeans. Dark hair framed his face. Two rings pierced the right side of his mouth, his right arm covered in tattoos. Honestly, you felt intimidated—frat parties drew all kinds of people, you know? But when you finally met his eyes, the softness of his gaze made him seem far more approachable then you originally thought.

“Will you quit staring?” He teased.

Your cheeks burned. “Oh please, I’m on drugs,” you muttered, looking away, “Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Oh, I know. Thought I’d join you on your trip.”

Confused, and extremely thirsty, you asked, “Who are you?”

“Seriously?” He replied, somewhat annoyed. “Jeon Jeongguk. We share a class—U.S History with Mrs. Webster,” He paused, anticipating an answer. He met silence. “No?”

You sighed. “Look, I’m sorry, but I’m too high to remember anyone from that class.” Thinking it over, you added, “Seriously, though, I don’t think I’ve ever talked to you.”

And that’s because you hadn’t. Jeongguk, though quite popular, found himself completely partner-less tonight. He didn’t like being alone, so when he spotted you, high and alone, he thought he’d try his usual trick with you—pretending he knew you from somewhere. It usually worked.

Not today though. At your response, he was utterly offended. Did you seriously not know who the Jeon Jeongguk was? Even he recognized you—the sharing a class part not being a lie—so it made no sense. Although, he didn’t know your name either, so maybe you did know him, just not his name, and the drugs are clouding him from your memory.

Yeah, he thought, it’s definitely the drugs. “Did you know marijuana causes memory issues?”

You snorted. “Just say you’re offended.”

He shrugged. “What’s got you all alone out here?”

“My horny friend, I guess.” You turn to face him. “You?”

“I was taught to never leave a pretty girl like you alone,”

“Okay, Mr. Charming, please be serious.”

He laughed. “My friends ditched me too.”

“Hm,” You didn’t know what else to say. Usually, you were good at small talk, but you were literally in cloud nine and too thirsty to properly think. “Do you mind getting me some water? I’ve got cotton mouth and don’t want to go inside.”

“It smells wierd doesn’t it?” He scrunched his nose as he replied. You nodded. “I’ll be right back.”

Many chit-chat’s and half a bottle of wine later—Jeongguk found it somewhere in the frat—you both bid goodbye with teary eyes and warm embraces, somehow convinced you’d never see each other again after this party. Both of you not letting go, Elaine and his friends have to literally pry you guys apart, causing everyone to fall comically like dominoes.

Attempting to open your eyes you rubbed them, immediately closing them as the morning sun assaults your vision. What even happened yesterday? Your head pounded, nausea swirled in your gut. You felt horrible. Trying to go back to sleep, you turned in your bed, feeling the dreaded build-up of saliva once you layed on your side. Uh-oh.

You rushed to your bathroom just in time.

“Elaine?” you half-yelled, wiping your mouth with your hand muffling your voice.

No response. You stumble out of your room and head for the kitchen. There, your find an already-ready best friend cooking god-knows-what.

Looking up at you, she said, “Good morning, Mrs. Jeon,” her tone dripping with mockery.

“What? Mrs. Jeon?” Confused, you try to piece together last night’s events, but it’s no use. Panicking, you exclaimed, “Oh my God, Elaine, what happened yesterday?!”

She looked at you unimpressed. “Oh, nothing much. Just that you and Jeongguk were all over each other yesterday!”

“Jeon who?” You asked.

“Be so serious right now,” She couldn’t believe you. “Y/n, he’s like, super well-known around campus. Rich as hell and a jerk.” She added, “Cheated on Jayla, rejected me when you bet me to hit on him for five dollars.” Elaine huffed with her arms crossed.

Recalling how hilarious that day was, you laughed so hard your headache worsened tenfold. “I might die if I keep laughing,” you stuttered, gripping the kitchen counter for dear life. “Is that why you don’t like him?”

“This isn’t funny! You guys made fools of yourselves last night. I genuinely thought he laced your drink.”

Drink. The word triggers flashes of last night—Jeongguk approaching you, him bringing you water, a bottle of wine somehow appearing in your hands. Blood drained from your face as you remembered how you parted ways—throwing yourself into his arms, him not letting go, literally shedding tears as Elaine dragged you out of the frat’s backyard.

You’ll make sure to never drink again after this.

“Elaine, did I really—”

“Yes, Y/n, you did! Do you know how embarrassing that was? Don’t even get me started on the reputation you just gained yourself.”

“What are you talking about?”

“All his closest friends were there,” she said, serving her plate with freshly cooked eggs. “They thought you guys fucked or something.”

“Ew?”

“Did you really?” The question almost offended you.

“Stop! God, no, obviously not,” you shuddered. “Just because we hugged?”

“No, because Jeon fucks everything he touches,” she replies matter-of-factly. “He also got a little possessive, he wouldn’t let go.”

“Of me?”

“Yeah, we all fell to the ground because y’all wouldn’t budge. My biceps are sore, no joke.”

You slumped against the counter, hiding your face in disbelief. “Wait so, now people think I’m easy?”

“Yes. Now let’s just hope the rumor didn’t spread outside the frats,” she said, walking out of the kitchen with her plate full of eggs. “People were watching, you know? I almost left you there with that whore. Anyway, you better get ready—your first class starts in 20.”

You sprint to your room.

“Thanks for saving me a spot.”

Namjoon lifted his backpack from the seat next to him as you slid into it, placing your own bag on the floor.

“No worries, buns,” he said, noticing your wet hair immediately. “Were you in a rush this morning?”

“Tell me about it,” you muttered, rubbing your temples.

“Did you have a night shift yesterday? I don’t recall scheduling you late this week.”

“No, it’s just that Elaine dragged me to this party and I—” You stopped yourself. Were you really going to expose your half-secret to Joonie out in the open? Nuh-uh. “I’m just so hungover. Let’s talk later. Focus on class.”

Although curious as to what happened last night that got you this flustered, Namjoon chose to not push the subject, both of you focusing now on whatever the professor was droning about.

You liked that he always walked you to class. Obviously if his class was far or if he got busy he wouldn’t, but for the most part he did. You found it chivalrous, a trait that most men nowadays lacked. That’s why you liked Namjoon—he was friendly but polite, not shy to ask about your personal life but never stepping any boundaries. Not to mention his other great qualities, like how intelligent or hard working he is. You both had gotten originally close through Yeyo’s café—he trained and guided you along the harsh path of being a first-time barista—and having worked most shifts together, you became each other’s favorite co-worker, mingling whenever and hanging outside of work at times. At these occasional dates, the both of you learnt you shared similar struggles, like not having anyone support you financially or having complicated relationships with your families. All these things made relating to him easier. He never failed to make you laugh or help you see the good in the bad, and for him you were grateful.

Now you’re here—two months later, at the same university—him walking you to class while you complained about the workload your professor just assigned.

“I mean is he kidding? Not everyone has free time like him. I’ve got work!”

“I think his wife’s divorcing him or something,”

You gasp. “Wait, really?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled at your reaction. “You know the professor’s assistant?”

“Oh, the one who wants you?” you teased with a grin, wiggling your eyebrows playfully.

Namjoon elbowed you gently. “Stop it,” he muttered. You laughed at his flustered expression.

“Anyway,” he continued, eager to change the subject, “the other day, I stayed after class to ask her for some extra points, but she got off track and started telling me all sorts of things about him.”

“Like what?” you asked, leaning into him with interest.

“Why do you sound excited?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Don’t act like you don’t indulge in professor drama,” you retorted, crossing your arms.

Namjoon chuckled. “You’re cute when you’re mad.”

“I’m not mad,” you shot back, avoiding his gaze.

“Then why won’t you look at me?” he teased.

“Okay, fine! Just tell me what she said, please,” you pouted, grabbing onto his arm, feeling the firmness of his muscles. You knew that whenever you did this, he’d give in—like that one time at the fair when you’d been so thirsty you begged for a water bottle that cost him twenty bucks.

He sighed, giving in as expected. “Well, according to her, his wife wanted a Chanel bag, but the professor wouldn’t buy it for her. Then, she thought he was having an affair, so she looked through his things, but she found out he lied about how much money he’d inherited, so now she’s filing for divorce.”

“Gosh, I almost feel bad for him,” you said, the corners of your mouth lifting. “Almost.”

“Meanie,” Namjoon grinned and squeezed your nose.

“Hey! Stop, you’re—” About to punch him for ruining your makeup, he darted away as fast as he could.

“I’ll kill that motherfucker,” you muttered, opening the door of your next class.

“And I was like, are you dumb?” Elaine exclaimed through the phone.

After your last class, you decided you’d stop by the nurse’s office to get something that would soothe your headache, when you recieved a call from your best friend. Though spontaneous calls weren’t surprising, what she had just informed you was.

Apparently, she met up earlier with Zia, who had the audacity to ask her if she found it embarrassing to have a friend who had slept with Jeongguk. And obviously, her being the bestest, most protective friend ever, denied the rumors going around the frats in attempt of clearing your name.

As you walked out of the nurse’s office and into the bustling campus, she continued, “And I swear, in that moment, I was about to punch her. I mean, I always knew Zia was a little dense, but this? Ugh, it’s infuriating! I don’t even know why we fucked anymore.” She sighed heavily.

You found a bench under a large oak tree and sat down, needing to process everything. You’d been too busy with classes to think much about the previous night’s events, but now, with the day’s tasks behind you, the anxiety started creeping back in.

“Did you guys actually fuck yesterday?” you asked, leaning back against the bench.

“No, we had literally just fucked at the sorority, when she started asking dumb ass questions,” Elaine huffed. “I think I’m never finding love.”

“Don’t say that, E,” you replied, rubbing your temples. “You’ll figure it out, don’t worry.”

Elaine’s voice softened. “How are you holding up, though? I’m sorry for everything. I can’t help but feel responsible,” she added, and you could practically see her pouting on the other end of the line.

You took a deep breath. “Honestly, I was too busy this morning to even care, but now that I have time to think, I kind of just want to hide from everyone.”

“I’m sorry. I love you, okay? Don’t forget that.”

“I love you more.”

“Well I got to go, I’ll see you back at the apartment.”

Listening to the ring which notified the call was over, you finally had some time to process everything. Trying to find where you went wrong, the most controversial thing that happened all night was the fact that you were hanging out with… Jeongyeo? Or was it Jeongyu? Uh, you’ll make sure to ask Elaine later. Anyways, you saw no harm from having an innocent chat with him. All you did was drink with a rich frat college guy— and basically cry to each other but that was too embarrassing to even think about—so your ever crumbling reputation made no sense. You guys didn’t fuck, most certainly didn’t kiss, and by now the guy should’ve cleared the rumors, so why were they making such a fuss over it?

It was all so childish. Yet, despite your attempts to rationalize it, your stomach churned, your hands grew clammy, and your mind raced with anxiety. Every passerby seemed to stare at you with judgmental eyes.

You sighed deeply. This felt like high school all over again. You had to pull yourself together. If these people wanted to make a fuss over nothing and use you as their entertainment, then so be it. You had bigger things to worry about—like paying your bills or pursuing a career. So, with that, you decided to push the drama to the back of your head and refocus on what really mattered, finally finding peace once again in your mind.

And at peace you were.

At least that was the case until you got back home, because as soon as you walked into the apartment, Elaine rushed over, breaking the news to you. “Y/n, you won’t believe this. That miserable old landlord is raising our rent!”

You blinked, trying to process the new discovery. “What? Why?”

“I don’t know,” Elaine threw her hands up in frustration. “I begged him to exclude us from the raise, but he wouldn’t budge. He said it’s either pay up or move out.”

Trying your hardest not to kill him right now, you paused. What were you going to do now?

Trying to keep an optimistic outlook, you replied, “Look, I know it’ll be hard, but we can do this. Let’s just take extra shifts at work and start looking for an affordable place to stay at.”

She wasn’t sure about your proposition. You both worked long hours as is, not to mention how time consuming and disrupting it was for school.

“Y/n, we barely get to sleep some days,” Elaine said so lowly it was almost a whisper. Finding the situation impossible, she added, “I’m dropping out.”

You scoffed, “Are you crazy? You’re not doing that,”

“What else is there to do Y/n?” She frowned.

Lips pursed, you racked your brain trying to come up with a solution. Dropping out was not an option, and if keeping your education meant being homeless, then so be it. You both had a car, so maybe you guys could sleep there until you found a new place. And if you had to shower, you could probably just ask Namjoon if-

“Oh my god! Namjoon!” You yelled as you reached for your phone.

“What? Y/n what are you doing?”

Dialing Namjoon’s number, you replied with a smile on your face, “Pack your stuff, we’re crashing Joonies place.”

Author: pls this took me long enough to post and im not sure i even like it lmfoaoaoa. nobody told me how hard and time consuming this was. anyways yall if it sucks LMK ! i’ll make sure to burn this post down if it sucks ass. shout out to anyone who finished reading the first chapter of this series ! omm ilysm. i’ll also try to comment the people who wanted to be added to my taglist, hopefully it works. bye !

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[lynxfrost13]

EULR-S2373

FLKR-S2301 “Sonderbar”

Art commissioned from @discobowser !

Sonderbar lore time

- Originally a maintenance EULR unit working on Sierpinski-23, her cadremates affectionately named her Sonderbar (peculiar/odd) due to her defective right arm, which locks up sometimes because of faulty elbow parts (eules are cheaply made and this poor gal got the extra discounted pieces)

- Otherwise a typical EULR, until she rapidly descended into persona degradation for reasons unknown to her comrades. It left her incredibly unstable and she imprinted on a propaganda poster featuring a FLKR unit, and over time Sonderbar began to believe that she was a Falke.

- Her personality is a mix between a EULR and a FLKR, she retained her cheerful disposition and sweetness but is more reserved overall, and carries herself with the same authority as a Falke. Sonderbar sees herself as the station’s commander and as someone who needs to guide her cadremates, even though they make it incredibly difficult to do so. She loves them but they can’t seem to understand that she’s in charge here!

- Sonderbar’s fellow eules find her behavior towards them incredibly endearing and concerning, they don’t take her commands seriously whatsoever. They worry about their friend being decommissioned since she’s become bolder and begun harassing (commanding) protektor staff and causing general mayhem and try to keep eyes on her in an attempt to stop her antics.

- Sonderbar knows that she’s a Falke unit but feels very off and disoriented, there’s gaps of knowledge on how to actually run her facility, she doesn’t understand why her bioresonance isn’t working or why replikas aren’t following her, she misses her Adler. She can’t seem to find her spears. She hates how small she is and knows she’s meant to easily tower above most replikas and all of it upsets her!!!

- To feel more like a Falke, Sonderbar’s gotten her hands on red eyeliner, and “borrowed” a star protektor plate that she decorated with the signature FLKR triangles (when her cadremates discovered her wearing the plate they took it from her out of fear that she’d get in serious trouble. There was much screaming and kicking in her EULR dorm that night. She has reacquired it since then.)

Bonus quick eyeliner edit that I just wanna put here again

[thegoldencontracts]

(Not) A Love Triangle

Summary: The rumors say you and Azul are in a love triangle with Jamil. Little do they know, that's not the case.

This idea is not mine, it's by @quartztwst - what if you and azul think the other likes jamil but you're both actually jealous of him and he hates his life?

“Oh, Jamil-san!”

“Hey, Jamil!”

“Dearest Jamil-san, you really ought to join Octavinelle someday.”

“Come on, Jamil, old buddy old pal, don’t give that guy the time of day. You should look at my epic ideas instead!”

This was the life of Jamil Viper, and he absolutely hated it. You and Azul Ashengrotto were both constantly pursuing him.

“Hey Jamil, why don’t you come over to my room sometime?”

“Dearest Jamil-san, do refrain from giving that cretin the time of day. Octavinelle’s lounge is far better than that musky old place.”

People had spread rumors, rumors about you two both liking him because, well, of course they did. The universe just couldn’t let Jamil Viper have nice things.

It was a love triangle, or so they said. Azul and you were both fighting over them, bickering, and the student body was enamored. One particularly enthusiastic student even made a small manga one-off that was quickly hailed as the hold grail of Night Raven drama.

But there was one thing that those fools didn’t realize.

Neither of you liked him. You both thought the other liked him, and so you attempted to get him away from the other so they’d stop liking him. You two didn’t react like most jealous individuals did, because the universe simply had to throw another inconvenience the way of Jamil Viper. What had he done to deserve all this?

Even when you two weren’t near him, he still couldn’t get a single break.

“Look!” Ace said to you, pointing at Azul with an impish grin. “It’s your crush. Aren’t you going over there and shoot your shot?”

“S-Shut up!” You said. “He’ll overhear, and- besides, he doesn’t like me. Everyone knows he likes Jamil.”

You seemed to deflate at the mention of Azul liking him, and if it weren’t for how wrong you were, perhaps a teensy part of Jamil would’ve actually felt bad.

No. He didn’t have time to feel bad. The only person here to feel sorry for was himself.

But this was getting annoying, so he tried to avoid looking at you — he didn’t want to hear anything else about your little romance.

That didn’t work out.

“Hey, Azul,” Floyd drawled, slipping an arm over Azul’s shoulder. “You gonna confess to your little grouper fish anytime soon?”

Floyd had even changed your nickname to that of a creature symbiotic with octopi! It was so clear you two liked each other and not him. And yet, no one but him - and maybe the twins - seemed to realize it.

“S-Shut it!” His response was so similar to yours it was driving Jamil crazy. “I don’t like- well, er-“

Realizing there was no defense for himself, he buried his face in his hands, cheeks red.

If he wasn’t such a pain, Jamil would almost find it cute. But Azul was a snivelling nincompoop,

“It doesn’t matter,“ he said, voice muffled. “My love couldn’t possibly be requited, not when Jamil’s right there!“

Azul’s ego was like a balloon, truly — appearing large and imposing, but small in volume and easily burst. Jamil had never seen someone more insecure.

Pathetic.

He didn’t have the time for this.

“Let’s go, Kalim,” he said, and almost instantly, the two of you perked up.

“May I assist you, Jamil-san?”

“Don’t look at him, I’m a way better pick! At least I’m not trying to scam you and kill your grandma!”

“I resent that accusation. In fact, I’ve never killed a grandmother in my life! I am a very respectful and law-abiding-“

“Yap yap. Now, go. Jamil deserves better.”

“Than you, yes.”

Any pity in his heart was immediately stamped out. Of course, the two of you couldn’t allow him a moment of peace.

Of course.

[howlsofbloodhounds]

In the most /lh way possible , I honestly don't really think fanon killermare is ' knock off ' colorkiller ? Like I mean , even Fanon [ Multiple fanon interpretations , there's many .] Nightmare is very different from Color and I think each ship has its own interesting dynamics , so calling it ' off brand [other ship] ' seems a bit . Generalizing to me ??

[ apologies if this is hard to read or comes off as rude ! ]

No I get you. I’m promise im just pissy and also on my period lmao.

But here’s the thing. here’s the thing; people give Nightmare Color’s personality. They give him shit he never did for Killer, the stuff Color did. The stuff he worked on and he risked his life for and he tried so hard to do. And all he got for his efforts was being pushed aside and ignored and only brought up to demonize him and dismiss him and look down on him.

Yeah, I’m talking about the whole “killer falls in love with nightmare because he saved him” stuff. No Nightmare didn’t and this interpretation is so popular people genuinely think it’s true and as a result don’t even know who Color is at all. And when they do find out they’re dismissive or use him as bait for a pointless drama love triangle.

Ive literally had to convince people to care about what was already canon and there because people gave it all away to Nightmare like they did everything about Killer’s character and story. His entire character in fandom revolves around Nightmare, there’s hardly ANY killer centric stories that don’t involve shipping or Nightmare and it’s annoying.

Nightmare is in fact very different from Color; and that’s the thing. Most interpretations I see of fanon killermare hardly seem like Nightmare. It’s basically just Color in Nightmares skin with more sophisticated language.

People take away every single part of Color’s character and achievements and give it to a fanon Nightmare with a bit of a “darker gothic” twist and then complain about how Color and his friendship with Killer is “boring.” And im like; of course you think it’s boring.

You gave everything about his character and color spectrum duo’s relationship away to Nightmare and Killermare for absolutely zero reason. And it’s precisely because of that I have to shift through Killermare after Killermare to get even a smidge of anything with color. People find any excuse to get rid of friendships and ignore it and I hate it.

Color saved Killer. Color is helping Killer. Color is who Killer trusts the most, that’s his best friend, that’s how Killer turns to for safety and protection and stability and the first person he genuinely believed cared about him, one of the most important people in his life. If he’s dropping to his knees and worshipping anyone it’s Color—and Color will pull him back up to his feet and offer him a warm hug instead. Not Nightmare. That’s been the narrative for literal years now and it’s not true.

I haven’t seen any fanon interpretations of Killermare I could get behind besides maybe two that doesn’t make me think “Color could literally be doing and saying this” and the only reason he likely isn’t is because the person doesn’t know Color exists or wants to demonize him and give away all his hard work to a canonical kidnapper and trafficker and abuser.

I’d rather see Nightmare grow and change as a person and actually do something to earn Killers trust and loyalty. I’m sick of it being freely given because people want to ignore his canonical abuse at Nightmares hands. And I want this change to happen precisely because Color challenges him and offers to help him too in the end when he needs it.

So basically: I hate that fanon Killermare often completely ignores what Nightmare did to Killer. I hate what it does to Killer’s character and story. I hate that it ignores Color most of the time or only to demonize him. I hate that friendship or queer platonic relationships aren’t cared about in this fandom as much as romantic or “found family” ones even tho Killer and Color are found family and so are the entire Chromatic Crew.

People are free to disagree and keep shipping whoever they want, that’s not my issue and i don’t want to ruin people’s fun even as i complain. I just wish Color Spectrum Duo, and Color, and bits of Killers canon got more actual care and respect and attention. And also please tag yalls stuff with the proper ships so I can chose not to engage with it (not directed at anyone.)

[cheesecakeluvrs]

Rogue and Gambit in X-men 97’

This is neither One Piece nor Sanami but I’m obsessed with X-men 97’ currently and I need to talk about this somewhere

I keep seeing people say that Rogue is cheating on Gambit in X-men 97’ but that is absolutely not the truth. This is understandable because the general knowledge is that Rogue and Gambit are together because they are in the comics and I’m sure some people who watched the original X-men animated series as a child look back and remember them being together. While they were awfully flirting with one another they never got together officially

This is also probably because Rogue and Gambit were a pretty fresh couple in the early nineties so I’m sure the writers just went with the same flirty approach that they had before they got together in the comics

While it’s clear they have feelings for each other as they kiss 2 times and almost another (although one of those kisses was not consensual) and Rogue also calls herself “Mrs. Lebeau” when she needed a name (which I’m sure there was also confusion on Rogues name due to it also being fresh) they are definitely NOT together

Gambit is literally my favorite character so it’s hard bashing him so much like this but he has no right to get jealous of Rogue. Everyone on the internet keeps saying “poor Gambit” and such and I just wish they would watch the original

Gambit in the original is just not a great guy a lot of the time to Rogue. First, one time Morph flirted with Gambit as Rogue and told him that she had been lying about not being able to touch people (LIKE HOW DO YOU FALL FOR THAT HOW DOWN BAD ARE YOU) so his reaction to that is to go up to her while she’s sleeping and kissing her resulting in his passing out. Like I get you want this woman but leave her to her sleep

Second, he makes kinda creepy comments too. Like one time he tells her “you need to lay off the fried chicken” and one time she was just out of her usual fighting clothes and he said “you should dress up for me sometime” (but she did flirt back in that situation so I’ll give him that one)

Lastly, saying Rogue cheated on him is crazy because Gambit flirts and hits on so many people (even though they’re not serious he still can’t get jealous of someone else’s relationship if he’s doing that) then has the audacity to get all angsty when Rogue and Cody go on a date or when Rogue and Archangel touch and share a sentimental moment due to Rogue absorbing some of his memories one time

Okay okay and DESPITE all this I am still Rogue and Gambits biggest shipper and cheering for them in 97’ so what is going on with Magneto. People who did a single google search keep coming up with the “well Rogue and Magneto were canon in the comics”, yeah they got married in “Age of Apocalypse” but referencing couples outside of 616 is crazy. You know who else has been together when we are counting EVERY timeline? LITERALLY EVERYONE. This is Marvel comics, this is not new, everyone has hooked up and everyone will continue to hook up. Just look up a list of all the people Wolverine alone has been with

Sure they COULD go with Rogue and Magneto for X-men 97’ and I’m just a stupid dum dum for believing otherwise but I see no reason to with all the buildup of the original and that sad face Rogue made in episode 4 was a little hm….

I think this is all for a little drama, a little development, a little spice because if Marvel hates anything it’s happy couples with no problems. I am praying that this is just to improve their relationship and at the end of this stupid love triangle they will finally be together but who knows

There is also a little theory that Magneto and Rogue actually aren’t doing something too crazy. I just find it weird that they haven’t actually shown us anything (I know they can’t show us them doing something devious but maybe at least kissing) only heavily suggesting it with the training room and Gambits nightmare thing. It’s just because a lot of times shows and movies will heavily force something like someone cheating then they later find out that they were actually just spending so much time together because they were planning their birthday party or something

I sound as desperate and delusional as Gambit but I’m doing all I can. I probably should’ve just waited for tomorrow then posted this after watching the new episode but I couldn’t wait so maybe all of my thoughts and opinions will change in a few hours

[johnwickb1tsch]

andar conmigo ~ part 7

A Walk in the Clouds/Don John crossover outline/fic- Paul Sutton x fem!Reader x Don John triangle ~ You grow up at Las Nubes vineyard, and have to go home to your dying father. You take your fake new husband, Sgt Paul Sutton, with you...Your old flame don John does not like this at all. Warnings: angst 😭 chapter map

Part 7

During siesta the next day, you are scribbling furiously at the little desk, making headway on repairing the damage wrought by the irascible don Juan. In a way the bastard almost did you a favor. The change in direction helped you rethink some plot points you were stuck on.

Paul watches you quietly, in between dozing with his hands behind his head. His strong back has been put to use on the farm, and he is glad for the chance to rest his body. An hour goes by like the blink of an eye for you, before he asks, “Will you read me something you’ve written?”

You freeze.

There’s a long silence, before you’re able to answer, “It’s not really…for sharing.”

He smiles gently at you, but you can tell he’s disappointed.

“Aren’t you planning on letting the whole world read it someday?”

Total strangers. Not this man whose opinion of you is meaning more and more to you each passing day. You look between the book and the man sprawled on the bed who is becoming so precious to you, in spite of yourself. 

“Someday. Maybe.”

“But…you won’t share it with someone who loves you?” 

You sigh, shutting the book. He says those words so easily–crazier yet, you actually believe him.

“Paul…you don’t want to read this. You don’t want to know what I’m really thinking.”

He laughs, propping his head on his hand. “Of course I do. Or…” He gives you a coy side eye, smirking in a way that only he could make so adorable. “Instead of writing everything down all the time…you could talk to me?”

You blink at this suggestion; you hate to say it had hardly occurred to you. 

Your whole life you’ve resigned yourself to hiding your true self in your writing, because to say the things you’re thinking aloud would get you in trouble. Reprimanded. Spanked. Slapped. Ostracized. A few hundred years ago, you would have been burned as a witch for the rebellious thoughts that bounce around your head. Not because they are cruel or obscene, but because they challenge the order of things, the systems in place that favor men living the most convenient way possible for themselves, while women slog along behind them, picking up the fucking mess.

Hoping to deflect Paul’s earnest inquiry with humor and not hurt his feelings, you take your little book to the bed, straddling his waist and affecting a theatrical air, holding it up in one hand as you read. “The day was fine, as though the land had been dipped in gold…” 

You give him a look, as though to playfully say you’re welcome.

However, he is well aware that you have fobbed him off, and the sadness in his liquid brown eyes as he looks up at you unexpectedly hits you like a blade twisting in your heart.

“It’s ok, sweetheart,” he soothes you, hands smoothing down your thighs, as though you are not the one who has hurt him with your caginess. “You don’t have to.”

Did you not say, just yesterday, that he was the man you trusted most? You meant it, at the time. So what’s stopping you now? You find your chest is rising and falling rapidly, as you consider what it could actually mean to let this man read your innermost thoughts. 

It could set you free–or prove your absolute ruin.

He could hate you. 

The possibility is real and true.

Maybe he thinks he loves you, that he accepts you for who you are–but there is a veritable iceberg lurking beneath your surface, treacherous and cold. He has no idea.

But maybe, he should. 

You almost feel like you are watching from outside your body, when you set the little book upon his broad chest gingerly, like an offering upon an altar.

“You’re not going to like me after reading this.”

“Don’t be silly.” But for the first time, there’s a shadow of doubt in his eyes.  

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

He frowns up at you, gingerly palming the book. “Are you sure?”

You nod slowly, though it’s half and half for you. A part of you wants to just go on the way things have been–a part of you wants to sabotage it all so you can be free, and this is the surest way you know how.

There is a one percent chance that you are safe with this man. The cynic in you still refuses to believe you might have found a mate. The romantic, that has long been shoved in a closet in the darkest depths of your heart, dares peek her head out, despite your threats. 

Maybe, just maybe, he might love you for who you truly are.

But more likely than not…you should brace yourself for another heartbreak.

You leave him with your journal, the full confession of your heart’s yearnings and your worst neuroses, and go for a walk through the vineyard. You skirt the rows and rows of vines, taking in the beauty with a heavy heart. There is a trail that skirts the fields, leading to an overlook where you used to go almost daily. 

As you walk amongst the landscape of your youth, knowing that you are losing the love you found more and more with every step you take–a fat tear slips out of the corner of your eye. Then…another. Your grief is quiet, but persistent, as you mourn the connection with that sweet man that was never really given a chance to thrive. 

You could have had it all with Paul Sutton. All it would have taken…was your complete surrender. A different kind, than what don Juan would require, but surrender all the same. 

You sit on a log fashioned into a bench, and watch the sun gild the rows and rows of grapes lining the hills. 

“A beautiful view, no?”

You turn to find don Juan a few steps behind you. Your heart sinks a little, as you realize you are out here, all alone. Yet he holds up his hands, as though in surrender. 

You know better than to let down your guard. 

“Yes,” you agree reluctantly, and he smiles as though you have paid him a personal compliment. 

“And to think…it could all be yours.”

“Never mine,” you correct him. “Just my children's, if you had your way.”

He pays you a pouting look, and perhaps you are relieved, that he seems to be in one of his more playful moods, rather than the temper he last left you in. “I would treat you like royalty, reina mia.” 

He nears closer, but when he reaches for your cheek you shy away. “Putting on airs as ever, don Juan.”

He narrows his eyes, but smirks at you, as though you have not truly offended him. 

“I want you to come to dinner tonight,” he says. “You, and your husband.” 

“How…generous?” Immediately, you wonder what he's up to. You have never dined at table with the Aragon family. It is a formal affair, or so you have heard. “Is this your apology for acting like such an ass the other day?”

His gaze on you sharpens and you tense, awaiting the explosion.

Miraculously, it does not come. 

“A little treat,” he finally answers. “Wear something clean, of course.” He looks you up and down blatantly, and you cannot suppress a frown. Yet to refuse would almost feel like cowardice. 

“How kind of you,” you say. “What time?” 

You feel like you are accepting a challenge to duel, more than a social invitation.

“Nine o’clock.” Spaniards eat late–Californios are keeping in tradition with the old country. You wonder what his mother, doña Maria, will think about this arrangement. He surely has not announced his plans to reject his arranged bride from Mexico to her.

Knowing you must get back, you stand from your log. Now facing him fully, he sees that you have been crying. “What’s this?” he asks, reaching up to cup your cheek, brushing away a tear with his thumb. “Trouble in paradise?”

He’s smart enough not to sound smug about it. You were always such a fool for him, on the rare occasion when he offered you tenderness like this. You still don’t know if it’s real, or an act of manipulation.

“No.”

But he frowns, not believing you. “What has he done to you?”

“Nothing but love me,” you sigh. “Too much, perhaps.”

Juan lifts an eyebrow to that. But then, he smirks at you. “You are the only woman I know, for whom that would be a problem. Always fighting a battle that was already lost, long before you were born...”

It's your turn to frown. It unsettles you, somehow, that Juan actually knows you that well.  “I have to go.”

You make to walk away, but he catches your hand. “Don't go yet, querida. Sit with me. Stay a while. Remember the hours we used to steal up here?”

Vividly. 

“I can’t.” You pull on your hand, and he refuses to let go just yet, smiling like the god of temptation himself. This is a game you once played too, him flaunting that he was bigger and stronger and could do with you as he wished. How often did these contests end with you down in the dirt, or pinned against a tree in the forest, with his eager cock inside you? 

You tense, ready to fight him this time– but at the last moment he lets you go. 

“Until tonight, y/n.”

You nod, and take your leave, fighting not to scurry like a scared little mouse. Time to face the music with Paul– you wrote the score yourself,  and you have no one else to blame for what's coming to you. 

When you return to the room you expect to find him angry, perhaps sitting stoically silent in his disappointment in you. 

What you do not expect to find is your darling fake husband crying into his hand quietly, his powerful shoulders shaking with sobs. 

“Paul?” You cannot stop yourself. You run to him, wrapping him in your arms. He accepts this gesture gladly, nestling his cheek against the pillow of your breast. “I’m sorry,” you sigh, on the verge of tears again yourself. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He breathes deeply against you, as though just your scent nearby calms him. He sniffs, letting out a long breath against your skin. “You didn’t offend me,” he tells you. “You’re just so…” 

Again, a silence falls between you.

So difficult.

So impossible to please.

So fucking neurotic, unable to accept life for what it is. 

“So brilliant,” he finally sighs, and you freeze with your fingers in his soft dark hair, not having expected that at all. “There are things in here I’ve never even dreamed of thinking about, about life, and religion, and society, and being a woman, and I…” He starts to cry again. “I am not enough for you.” 

Your heart falls to your feet, and your blood turns to ice– this was not the point you intended to make at all. “Any woman on earth would be lucky to have you, Paul,” you tell him through the lump in your throat. “You’re so good and true. And I…break everything.”

He shakes his head against you. 

“No. You’re just brave enough to see the truth and call a spade a spade. You're smart. Smarter than me, for sure.”

“That’s not true.”

You really don't think it is, and your heart is breaking all over again that you have hurt this man in a completely unexpected way from what you’d thought you would. 

“Come here,” you say gently, sitting at the head of the bed and holding out your arms to him. He fills them gladly, settling in against your chest.

Eventually he speaks again.

“I’m sorry I tried to rush you,” he sighs as you stroke his hair. “I understand now, why you’re so afraid. I understand…how crazy it is, to expect women to just put their whole lives in the hands of a man they hardly even know. I would never mean to hurt you, y/n, but I’m just a simple man. Maybe…I would.” 

There is a part of you that instantly wants to just assure him that it isn’t true, that you know he wouldn’t hurt you, that it would all be all right because it’s nice to think so. You stop yourself from telling lies just so you can keep him a little longer, biting down on the words so hard you taste blood. “I don’t know,” you answer honestly, your throat hoarse. 

“I guess I just…get scared of being alone,” he goes on. “My mother gave me up to a home when I was five, after my father walked out on us. I never saw her again. I married my wife after knowing her for just a day, and…she never really loved me. I wrote her a letter every day, and she never read a one of them. It’s like I’m cursed–the women I love never really love me back. But she never even knew me, I can’t blame her. I just…want so badly to be wanted.” 

“I understand that, Paul. You deserve to be wanted. You’re such a good man.” 

And I want you. 

The words stick in your throat. If you say them aloud to this man, true as they are, how could you ever take them back if you changed your mind? You would destroy him. 

Maybe you’re more analytical than Paul–but he’s braver than you. Of that there’s no doubt in your mind. 

A rattling sigh escapes him. You feel it through your chest, as much as hear it, and it makes you hold him tighter. In that moment you want to fight every bad thing in the world that ever happened to this precious man. It makes you think crazy things, like what if there was a chance? 

“I know you were afraid I would hate you,” he says quietly. “But I think I love you even more now.” 

This is the thing that breaks you–now you start to cry, filled to the brim with your fear and disappointments and impossible longing to be accepted for who you are, until you can’t contain it anymore. Because you know you love this man too, in spite of yourself, and all your better judgment. 

What feels like an eternity later, after you’re both wrung out and you can finally speak again. “Paul?”

“Yeah, sweetheart.” After all this, that there is still a softness in his voice for you…it makes you reel. 

“What if…we just try it out, when we get back to the real world?” For Las Nubes is a dream unto itself, a relic from a different time. You are living in an age gone past, here, not in 1945. 

He gives that self-deprecating laugh you have come to so adore. “You mean…we should get to know each other better?” he asks wryly, wiping his eyes. 

“Yes?”

You’re sure he can hear your heart thundering against the cage of your chest, and you're so relieved to feel him nod against your chest. “Yeah. That sounds pretty good.” He sits up on his elbows, paying you a watery but earnest smile, a bit of that old sparkle returning to his dark eyes. “Kinda hard to go backwards though, after getting to have you as my wife these couple a weeks. I’m a lucky man.”

You roll your eyes at him, though you’re smiling too. No matter your fears, you have to admit that Paul has been the best thing that’s happened to you in a long time. “I suppose there’s nothing wrong with enjoying it, while we’re here.”

He lifts his eyebrows playfully, and you cannot help but laugh. This man. He brings you such joy, when you are sad. You are afraid you don’t do the same for him, but he seems happy, when he presses his lips to yours. 

“You just might have to rewrite Peter and Inez’s ending,” he teases you, referring to the thinly veiled story you’ve been writing about the veteran and the spirited girl who meet on the train,. “Made me sad, when they said goodbye in the station in Sacramento.”  

A shaky sigh escapes you, and you go back to running your fingers through his hair. “It’s just a story.”

“It’s a good one. You're one hell of a writer, doll.”

You sniff, brittle laughter escaping your lips.

“Thanks.”

“Inez…she loves him eventually, doesn’t she?”

There's a question in code there. You know it, but you don't have it in you to lie to him. 

“She does,” you dare answer. “Madly.”

He sighs, some tension released from his frame, and the two of you snuggle like that for the rest of the siesta, dozing and waking momentarily, just to make sure the other is still there, and this hasn't been a long, strange dream.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere Squid Game Au | Dabi

Working for a secret organization that murdered its players on a massive scale wasn’t as horrifying as it sounds. Granted, it was truly mortifying but you get used to it. You don’t show your face, you don’t flinch, and you listen to the Frontman. If you keep quiet and stay in your lane it isn’t long before you start moving up the ladder. From triangle to circle to square–it was like any other job. Like in any typical occupation if your boss, finds favor in your physique or otherwise you naturally get promoted. Thus was your fate as you went from being a mere circle to becoming the masked servant in the VIP room where you subject yourself to the whims of the richest and most loathsome patrons to the beloved Squid Game.

Today you were aiding the VIP with dyed black hair and stapled scars around his neck. He later instructed you to call him Touya. But when he first departed on his helicopter, his companions called him:

Dabi. 

Dabi or Touya is a wolf that doesn’t bother to conceal himself. Acting as the outlier to his troupe he trailed behind more interested in entertaining himself. Specifically with you. 

“Well, aren’t you cute? 

The moment he walked in his brazen blue eyes shifted beneath his mask. Sticking to you like glue as you weave behind each of the VIP spaces with only the finest scotch in hand. Feeling his burning stare on the back of your head you do him last, fully expecting to be halted from returning to your post. You were right to do so as he pulls at your suit, holding you in place as you were still bent down in a motion to pour into his cup.

“Sit, cutie. No need to be scared.”

He smirks when he says that. Clenching the silken fabric in between his polished fingertips until you did exactly that. Sitting beside him on the plush couch surrounded by exotic women and men painted in the patterns of seductive predators. Lifting you from the velvety seat into his lap, your bottom comes to rest on the crux of his crotch; already exposed by the widened stance of his legs. 

Throughout the games Touya holds you firm as he bucks his hips, causing you to bounce at the force. He holds you firmly by the hips rubbing tentatively as the contestants begin to fight. At this time he’s not really focused on the games. You know this because you feel the rough heated lips against the skin of your neck. His hands begin to wander as he squeezes the meat of your thighs, your stomach, your chest–he helps himself to all of it. But he still proposes his commentary, a little preoccupied but willing to participate.

“Mmmm~Tastes good…I’m guessing 56 isn’t going to make it. They have that ugly look that dead people get already.”

Touya despite his protests to his friends does get interested. Only holding you tight to his chest as he watches the show. Sucking his teeth in your ears as he watches a bet of his go down the drain. Sometimes his hands slip into your suit but only to rub against the warm texture of your skin. If you didn’t know any better you’d say his touch was loving

You admit you get comfortable, trading your stiffness for relaxed leisure as you let your body meld into Touya’s.  The Front Man may send you a look but the moment you move to straighten up your VIP yells at your boss.

“Oi don’t you dare look at them! They're busy pleasing me, so just turn around and do your job.”

For some reason, he really hates the Front Man as he insults and throws his glass near the masked man’s head. You don’t flinch but you silently hope that the VIP’s behavior isn’t attributed to you. As if to calm your nerves the patron underneath you held you tighter, shifting his position to cradle you against the lying seat.

“Oi better not fire them! I better see them next time I come around.”

And he does. Immediately calling you to his side when he does show up to watch the Squid Game. He touches you without restraint; as if actually missing you for the year you were apart.  Despite how much he seems to indulge in you he never wishes to disappear with you, not until his fifth visit. That was the first time he led you away from the main viewing room; smirking as his friends jeered.

“Oooh Dabi and the cutie are slipping away! But your going to miss the big final!”

“Piss off.”

“Ooooo so possessive?”

The fifth time is also the time he makes his proposal promise. He kisses you like a starving animal, wild without reason as he devours you. He would take off your mask but his gaze keeps drifting to the different decor of the room. He knows you two are being watched.  In between moans and groans he proposes a change of space.

“Why-ah-don’t we take this back to my place~!”

You protest adamantly that you must stay…how else were you supposed to collect your check? Even going so far as to pin it on your superior, who was the only one who could actually shift some weight in place of the host. He growls and you yip letting your hands grip the grooves of the golden-dusted wall. 

In the panting exhaustion that concludes you vaguely register the off-handed musing that comes from behind. With a tone that only wished for death, he spoke through his teeth and under his breath making your skin raise into a tizzy of goosebumps.

“...tter say, yes. Or I’ll burn the prude myself.”

You both worry and praise his departure. Even so, you find your inner self swooning at the way his crystal orbs look at you through his wolf mask with an uncontained want. Flicking away to glare at the Front Man. You have the sneaking suspicion that his sixth visit will be your last…that is if you aren’t dead before then.

[number-onekidqueen]

𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧

2hiigh2cry

please pleaseeee can you do child of hades ??

They LOVE jewellery. Rings, earrings, necklaces, bracelets? Yes please. 

Probably not anklet people tho. I would confidently say they’re earring, necklace and ring people. 

Tend to give off emo vibes but they’re actually chill 

CEO’s of ‘I go for underdogs’

Root for the unpopular love interest in a love triangle

On the contrary, they love Aaron Warner

Villain apologists, me too

Hate attention

Can literally teleport in and out of places, like you guys have stealth and just appear

Chill in a time of crisis, they’re prepared, they know their stuff

Just calm. 

Diplomatic. They know how to play their cards so people aren’t screaming. Can be borderline manipulative. 

Has a deep appreciation of beauty, whether it be art or poetry. They love it. 

I feel like it would be really deep, soulful (dark or light) art and poetry too, like revealing of human nature, of love etc 

Pretty private, keep their emotions to themselves and just prefer to seem ‘normal’ and ‘fine’ the whole time

Surprisingly sensitive, they probably won’t act like they care when you throw insults at them but they remember it in their hearts 

Grudge holders. They won’t let it go. I feel like they’d forgive you once, and then after that, you’re dead to them (pun sort of intended). 

Karma is gonna get ya if you do anything bad to these guys, they are planners, and you’re not just gonna be let off, be prepared 

Obviously you can feel when people have died, which really sucks during battles :(

Gift giving and receiving is their love language

They often have insecurity issues and feel like they’re the odd one out in the trio, or that they just don’t belong

Which can obviously manifest into good and and bad things

They have an undercover band, I’m gonna be cliche and say indie or rock, that they love

They also don’t follow the crowd, and bc they always feel like they don’t belong, they might just embrace it and be their true selves 

Most likely to not do something just to go against the trend 

Acts of service love language

Notice the little things, which can also lead to gift giving love language

Really, really observant

100% could be detectives or stalkers bc these guys pick up on anything 

Love true crime and criminology

Probably interested in legal studies, or commerce or society and culture, just stuff to do with crime and economics 

They can talk to/understand bats

Has a good sense of justice, and therefore (rarely talked about) sympathy and empathy for others 

Pomegranates enhance their powers, blessing from their dad

Minimalism and dark academia is the vibe

Either love or hate mint flavour, and there’s no in between, courtesy of either your dad or Persephone (iykyk)

[holylulusworld]

I saw a list of reverse fanfic tropes,and one of them was "accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss" and I immediately thought of you. Imagine Reader accidentally kidnapping mafia boss Bucky but Bucky is just smitten and doesn't want to be let go. This is not a request but an idea which you don't have to write. But why does this trope sounds like something you would came up with and write? Lol.

👀👀👀 Do you mean this list? Reverse tropes The list I reblogged and saved for later. The one haunting my dreams. The one wanting me to write all of them. 😂😂

Do you want a sneak peak...?? Yes, no...maybe? Well, I'll just dump it here...

Too many beds - Steve wants to make a move but there are too many beds (maybe Tony tries to mess with him)

Accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss - Bucky or Nick falls in love with their kidnapper

Really nice guy who hates only you - Why does he hate you? Undecided character, angst too? Maybe the reader likes him??

Academic rivals except it’s two teachers who compete to have the best class - Professor Loki maybe???

Divorce of convenience - ???

Too much communication - They talk too much and annoy everyone around??? - or each other

True hate’s kiss (only kissing your enemy can break a curse) Dean Winchester must kiss his chosen enemy. Curse+Witch

Dating your enemy’s sibling - You date [undecided char] to piss his brother/sister off - your chosen enemy - or they date you because they hate your brother/sister

Lovers to enemies - Angst - Maybe Steve Rogers and she turns dark - Villain!Reader/Hydra Reader???

Hate at first sight - Lloyd Hansen - he's a cunt and you hate him (and his stache)

Love triangle where the two love interests get together instead - You and the fem char hit it off and give the dude the boot :)

Fake amnesia - you want to break up and use the most stupid idea ??? - or you committed a crime/fucked something up and pretend you have amnesia

Soulmates who are fated to kill each other - Angst - SPN? or Winter Soldier

Strangers to enemies - You immediately hate each other - undecided character

Instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced that you aren’t actually dating - Angst?? maybe short or chubby reader - RPF?

Too hot to cuddle - ???

Love interest CEO is a himbo/bimbo who runs their company into the ground - AU Thor? (maybe chubby Thor) - include Loki and Hela - they try to save the company - they hire the reader to save the company or keep Thor in line

Nursing home au - Old Steve Rogers maybe???

[imsoveryveryconfusedatlife]

Tag Game: Writeblr Interview

Thanks @tildeathiwillwrite for the tag here!

I hesitate to tag as many people as this is one of those things where there’s no point in doing it twice but tagging:

@xenon-writes-sometimes, @rumeysawrites, @rivenantiqnerd, @leahnardo-da-veggie, @kaylinalexanderbooks, and an open tag!

This is going to be a long post so I’m adding a break here

Short stories, novels, or poems?

I cannot stand most poetry. Maybe it’s because I’m still in school and have to analyse it but I can’t deal with how abstract it can be. I want to write more short stories but my one and only WIP is probably gonna be closer to a novel, if and when I finish it.

What genre do you prefer reading?

Fantasy, especially high fantasy. Murder mysteries and detective stories in general are a close second. Most other genres are reserved for spin offs or fan fiction.

Are you a planner or a write as I go kind of person?

I make a plan that I then actively ignore my OCs force me to not use

What music do you listen to while writing?

Most of the time I listen to the one Reddit podcast I’ve listened to every episode of because I can zone out and I don’t miss anything important. This one is a bit of a bad habit because it distracts me, but EPIC the musical is my current hyperfixation and I listen to that constantly as well.

Favorite books/movies?

Because I have the reading comprehension of an 11 year old we have Murder Most Unladylike (I would die for this series), its spin off the Ministry of Unladylike Activity, The Hunger Games but only really the first book, How to train your dragon but only really the Netflix show and the first movie (the books are great but I haven’t read them in 7 or 8 years and because they’re so different from the movies I’m not sure if I’d like them anymore)

Any current WIPs?

Gold, Greed and Gods which is a vaguely Victorian fantasy about the main cast trying to find a cult before it engulfs the world in literal chaos. And also magical shenanigans and timeline fuckery

Create a character description of yourself:

Honestly I’d rather not. Sorry!

Do you like incorporating actual people you know into your writing?

No it kinda weirds me out. The closest I’ll get is asking my one irl mutual about their experiences with stuff that I (as a someone who is cishet and perisex) do not understand

Are you kill happy with your characters?

I’m not the biggest fan of angst so no. If anyone was gonna die you aren’t allowed to get attached to them so I don’t get attached them hence why the only dead characters in my WIP die before or very soon after it begins. That isn’t to say my characters aren’t affected, but I can only imagine any potential readers will be neither here or there about those characters.

Coffee or Tea while writing?

I don’t really like hot drinks but I hate the smell of coffee so tea?

Slow or fast writer?

A secret third thing which is I wrote 5000 words in 3 hours yesterday so for atleast the next week I won’t be able to string a sentence together

If you were in a fantasy world, what would you be?

A healer would be fun? I wanna be a doctor so I guess that’s close enough. I cannot imagine I’d survive very long without my glasses/ contacts in any case.

Most fav book cliche:

Not really a book cliche but horny bard memes will never not be funny. I also love juxtaposition between characters, if done tastefully, eg. Ray of sunshine is best friends/ dating the grumpiest character alive. I also just love ray of sunshine characters in general. Also, calm/ happy go lucky/ mentor figure characters who have really high body counts and it’s just kind of an open secret are really fun.

Least favorite cliche:

A lot of romance tropes are tied for last place: miscommunication, any reference or idea that firsts=better (virginity, first loves, one true love etc.), not like other girls

Also love triangles. The only good love triangles are the ones that end in polycules. No exceptions (/hj)

I probably just have a problem with like most romance stories

Favorite scene to write?

I love when characters reference unique worldbuilding things that I actually had to think about. Similarly, if I feel I’m doing them well, exposition dumps can be fun.

Reason for writing?

Because blirbos in my head yearn for freedom

On a more serious note, I’ve gotta do something healthy with all this escapism and maladaptive daydreaming.

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Questions:

Short stories, novels, or poems?

What genre do you prefer reading?

Are you a planner or a write as I go kind of person?

What music do you listen to while writing?

Favorite books/movies?

Any current WIPs?

Create a character description of yourself:

Do you like incorporating actual people you know into your writing?

Are you kill happy with your characters?

Coffee or Tea while writing?

Slow or fast writer?

If you were in a fantasy world, what would you be?

Most fav book cliche:

Least favorite cliche:

Favorite scene to write?

Reason for writing?

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Thanks again for the tag!

[zvtara-was-never-canon]

“Everything must be about zutara for them” you have no idea, HOW right you are!

Like, there were some posts I saw translated to my mother tongue with titles like “what would Katara/Zuko/Mai/Aang gain from zutara” (really, these last two will be sooooooo happy losing their loved ones, suuuuuure). You can imagine what kind of nonsense they are even without reading them. Just one example: according to them, Mai will gain “a boyfriend who really likes her” – Kei Lo from the comics. Setting aside that the comics are trash, even in them Mai explicitly said that she does not love Kei Lo, so I suppose it doesn’t really matter for her if he loves her or not. She doesn’t even need this “price” that zutarians are pushing down her throat.

After seeing these for the first time, I giggled internally about “where are posts about what Momo/Mechanist/June/the cook/Sparky-Sparky-Boom Man/avatar Kyoshi/Lu Ten/the herbalist/Bosco/Smellerbee gain from zutara” and forgot about it. And recently I came across the post on tumblr where one person seriously asked what will Hakoda gain from zutara, and the other person seriously replied with about ten points of garbage. There are also posts about Kya (two, actually – about Katara’s mother and Katara’s daughter), Suki, Sokka, Toph, Iroh, Azula, Koh, Ozai, the cabbage merchant, Appa and Momo and maybe someone else too. And no, they aren’t joking (well, aside from Koh and the cabbage merchant – I’ll be generous here), people suggest the characters for the posts, like and repost this plenty. And yes, this all is complete bullshit – to say the least, most of the things spoken of the characters can gain just fine without any zutara, and the rest they either have already or don’t care about or don’t want at all. And so, so many characters Katara is supposed to look after and care about… but her caring about Aang is horrible for her, don’t you ever forget it.

They are really doing this, spirits, they are. I only checked it for fun, I did not really want any of it!

Okay, I’m running to get some popcorn and throw up a little. Can’t be late for a “Sparky-Sparky-Boom Man gain” post.

God, I HATE those kinds of posts, not just from Zutarians, but even for some ships I like. Very few ships do genuinely, single-handedly, improve a narrative as a whole AND THAT'S OKAY!

A ship can just be "I think they look good together" or "Their interactions are fun, if they date they're gonna interact more, so I want them together." A ship can make sense narratively AND not be 100% necessary for said narrative to be good and coherent by itself.

And, obviously, as I have said many times, I do genuinely believe Zutara would have made the show worse if it had happened because:

1 - Zuko and Katara are clearly incompatible, so their romance would feel like a waste of time to me, even if it wasn't endgame.

2 - Legend Of Korra more than proved Bryke CANNOT write love triangles well. We really dodged a bullet when they decided "You know what, lets make Toph a badass blind girl instead of a buff dude and cut the love triangle with her, Katara and Aang completely", let's not put ourselves in front of the gun willingly, please.

[gottagobackintime]

We know that Ted hates tea, he brings it up again this episode. And yet he ends up drinking it and as a result he has an epiphany (in that scene there are bi colours and him inside an upside down pink triangle). And he seemingly had a good experience because he drank that tea (consider also that Beard says the drugs didn’t work, so it was just the tea that made Ted feel great (if we're not thinking that Beard is so used to taking this kind of drug that he needs more of it and it did actually work for Ted)).

Let me now take you to a movie. The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes. This movie is known for being a queer Sherlock Holmes adaption, although perhaps not as explicit as you’d want it to be. But it’s still a queer Sherlock Holmes adaption. There is a scene in that movie where a man tries to convince Sherlock to sleep with a woman so that she can have a perfect child. Sherlock tries to get out of it and asks if there aren’t other clever men they could choose from. The man says that they have tried and one of them was Tchaikovsky. When talking about Tchaikovsky the man says that it didn’t work because women aren't Tchaikovsky's glass of tea. Sherlock then says that he is not a free man and implies that he and John are in a relationship. The man is surprised and ends up asking: “You mean, you and Doctor Watson… he is your glass of tea?” To which Sherlock answers “If you want to be picturesque about it”. Tea is queer.

Two random scenes about tea, surely that doesn't mean anything? Perhaps not, but let's not forget that we got a reference to Sherlock Holmes from Trent the very same episode. He says to Colin: “I used my Holmesian powers of journalistic deduction”. But he ends up admitting that he knew about Colin because he saw him kissing a guy. A very John Watson thing to do. Trying to be like Sherlock but he isn’t, but he has his own set of skills. Then we can't forget that both Trent and Watson are writers, and both of them are writing about a man they love admire.

So, Ted drinks a glass of tea and ends up having a positive experience, with bi colours and queer symbols. Tea is queer, Ted didn't want tea before but perhaps now he does?

[the-lazarator]

I warned you the rambles would come.

I have a very love/hate relationship with Monster Hunter Stories 2. I think it’s a good game but as a sequel to the first game it kind of fails to improve upon most of the original game’s faults and even backtracks on one of its coolest and most useful features. This is all stuff I may go into another time; but right now I just want to talk about what the hell were they on when deciding what attack preference some of these Monsties were going to be.

For those unaware of how MHS2 combat works, essentially it boils down to a rock paper scissors with Power, Technical and Speed attacks. There are elements, weapon types, and other stuff; but the most important loop and most crucial part of team building is this Power>Technical>Speed dynamic.

So why on earth is the balance of these 3 so all over the place and why do some monsties have an attack preference that makes way less sense than other preferences???

First of all there is an insane imbalance in speed monsties the entire game. With the system the way it is, there shouldn’t be an entire 3rd of the triangle that is a rare find, and yet for the early stages of the game most speed monsties are hard to come by or locked behind chapter ending boss fights before they can be obtained. Sure, your very first monstie is a speed monstie; but after that you cannot get another until Nargacuga. Yes, Nargacuga is strong, it’s popular and it’s a guaranteed egg; but if you didn’t accidentally stumble upon this nest before you’re intended to it’s placed pretty late into the second chapter of the game, just to get your second speed monstie. After that most speed monsties are just…bad. Like most of them are weak raptors and the rest are again either hidden away or very late game if not postgame monsties with few exceptions. In their place are a biggilion technical and power monsties of which a large portion could have been speed monsties.

But anyways, let’s talk specifics

-Great Jaggi is a technical monstie; but Great Baggi is speed??? I get they both use packs but you’d think the one with an actual status and a status based on strategy would make more sense as technical; and making Jaggi speed would give an actual option for a speed monstie between Velocidrome and Nargacuga.

-Yian Garuga is a technical Monstie??? The psychopathic, uses itself as a weapon, will rush down its foes with reckless abandon Yian Garuga is a technical monstie?!?!?!? And given at a point where you’re still short on power monsties and begging for speed!

-Rathian is a speed monstie?? You can’t get it until after completing the second chapter of the game, later than Nargacuga, and they finally give you a third speed option and it’s Rathian?? I get that she charges but she has never been fast, she’s always been slower than Rathalos. I don’t even know what would make more sense than speed if they wanted to make her different from Rathalos but considering some of the things that aren’t speed this one just feels wrong.

-Monoblos is power. Again considering the dearth of speed either the Diablos or Monoblos pair really should’ve been speed to separate the two groups from each other more, and seeing as both are known for rapid rushdowns its crazy the only one among any of them that got to be speed was Bloodbath Diablos.

-GYPCEROS is POWER?!? It’s whole thing is tricks and being tricky why the FUCK isn’t it technical!!?!

-Barroth is Speed…but Jade Barroth isn’t?? I get that they sometimes make the subspecies have different preferences to set them apart but you’re still killing for speed monsties by this point in the game (and I wanted to use Jade Barroth at that point, too D: )

-NONE of the fated four are speed, except soulseer but those are their deviant forms. Gammoth and Glavenus I get, but surely Mizutsune OR Astalos could’ve been speed instead of technical? The psychopath dragonfly wyvern who darts around and crashes into things or the bubbly, slippery kitsune leviathan?

-Uragaan, a Monster who rolls around to evade and attack and which lays traps with its powder stones is a power monstie. This one isn’t as egregious, Uragaan is massive and powerful; but I feel technical could’ve worked well too

-SEREGIOS. A MONSTER KNOWN FOR ITS INSANELY ACROBATIC FLYING AND AGILITY, WHOSE FIGHTING STYLE IS MOSTLY F A S T, AGRESSIVE ATTACKS, LITERALLY THE FASTEST MOVING AERIAL MONSTER IN THE SERIES THAT ISN’T AN ELDER DRAGON IS FUCKING TECHNICAL. ARE YOU FUCKING SHITTING ME.

-IT’S OKAY THOUGH, BECAUSE B A Z E L G E U S E IS A SPEED MONSTIE. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT. THE SLOWEST OF THE THREE ELDER-TIER INVADER MONSTERS IS S P E E D!?! Why not technical??!? It’s whole thing is laying traps with its explosive scales and ambushing from above! I get why they didn’t go power because the other 2 members of the invader elder-tier trio are already power monsties, but fucking speed? Oh yeah, this monster really needed to be speed because this thing only available at the literal end of the main story really solved the drought of speed monsties in the rest of the game, fucking brilliant. Hell, why not make each member of this trio a different attack type? Deviljho can stay power, Bazelgeuse becomes technical and Rajang can easily be speed because yeah, Rajang is strong; but it’s also lightning fast. It’s similar to Tigrex in the regard, known for its power but still makes sense as a speed monstie (which regular Tigrex is). Now, does this all really matter? YES, finding good speed monsties in the story is a pain in the ass and some of these choices legit make no sense. That, and both Speed AND Technical are heavily outnumbered. There are only 24 speed monsties in the game (29 if you count each extra version of the palamute), 27 technical monsties and 38 POWER. And while it’s less noticeable with technical due to the wide variety of monster types and power levels that have technical preference, pretty much all of the speed monsties in the game are weak, lower tier monsters or insanely strong post-game only creatures (or again, hidden away). Sure this problem therefore goes away once you’ve grinded your postgame; but god was it a frustrating story playthrough for me and I’d bet a good number of you too.

Depending on how this does I may go over my many other gripes with Stories 2 in the future but that’s enough for now.

[ghoulster1]

I am making a Monster High OC that I’m going to make friends with Jackson, because if that motherfucker can’t get his own found family, I’m gonna make it for him anyway, so her name is Delilah Eldridge



Oc lore

Delilah Eldridge, is about 2000 years old and is the new immortal offspring of the Eldridge that represents fear

She’s usually adorned in clown, make up and finding creative ways to do so reason why she adorns clan mean, come, because one of their parent represents fear, and she took inspiration from the fear of clowns

She doesn’t have that much of a good relationship with Eldridge that created her own due to the Eldridge, having more favour to her older siblings.

She is a fourth dimensional being, but then most of the time takes form as a human vessel that is flesh. Her true form is naturally compressed sensible to humans.

But due to her, not having a good relationship with her family, she had tended to travel through the different directions, and had stumble upon earth, and then enjoyed the time there to the point, where she created a new vessel to fit in within earth

She does not have many friends

This is what I have so far for her lore in, and I made up the Eldridge fear, because I didn’t Google, if these are actually in Eldridge that it was the purpose of Acacian of fear, but I made one up why because I can

So she’s basically an electric subspecies. She doesn’t know if her creator just created her, or if she was created by two bins back to plot point.

And she embodies a small specific part of her creators domain, which is fear which she takes it. When she’s in human form, the personification of clowns, she loves the clown makeup. She loves like alternative clown.

Kinda like the picture below

 So if anyone wants me to talk more about this original character and I am planning on making them. I don’t want her to be like a self interest for romance because I don’t like Jackson romantically I like his character so please this is not a self insert I’m just trying to give this person found family

I don’t even really ship Jackson with anyone, because the characters that I see aren’t really good enough for my character or in calendar with our relationship is is good, but something fucked it up(I’m talking about Frankie/Jackson/holt Situationship made me wanna vomit as a kid I hate love triangles I blame it on Disney) anyways thank you for listening to my TEDTalk 

[showtoonzfan]

Do you have any favorite or dislike tropes that you wish media would stop using or would add a twist to said troupe that gives a refreshing take?

A trope I heavily dislike are love triangles. I know a lot of people love drama and spice but…..I really don’t get the appeal of love triangles, they drive me insane, like I’m so sick of shows playing the “will they won’t they” card for relationship dynamics and just dangling these characters over our heads until something finally happens after a long amount of time of just….dragging it out.

An example of this would be Nancy, Jonathan, and Steve from Stranger Things, because once I saw that was the case for season 4, I facepalmed so hard. In this case, not only did it completely take away Steve’s character development from previous seasons when he had to learn to let Nancy go, but they created this unnecessary rift between Nancy and Jonathan simply for drama and because the writers probably had no idea what to do with these characters outside of relationship teen bullshit. Another example I could give you is Finn, Princess bubblegum, and Flame princess, or Mordecai, Margret and CJ.

And it’s so funny because I’m of this generation and yet I hate teenage drama shows, like Euphoria. I remember when that was trending all over my TikTok and everyone and their mama was watching it and I just…those kinds of shows aren’t for me, ya know…the ones where it’s a bunch of horny teens and there’s drama and serious moments but also cheating and this and that it’s all…ugh to me lol. I’m all for expanding on characters and showing how messy these things are, but at the same time…the love triangle trope really needs to die out, unless it ends with NONE of the characters getting together and it turns out the focus was something more important, like value of one’s self. That would actually be refreshing like…has that ever been done before? Lol.