#i don’t know how to fix him augh

[beaniebabs]

i shouldn’t be allowed to think abt eli ever actually bc it always goes one of two ways. either i spin him around in my head and say hey emo boy hey hey hey emo boy. or i remember that i’m completely unsatisfied with how i’ve designed him as a character and go evil mode. or a mixture of the two. so one of three ways.

[darnell-la]

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗧 𝗕𝗥𝗢𝗞𝗘 𝗢𝗨𝗧 (sᴍᴜᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ)

pairing: dark!project x!wolverine x government employee!reader

warnings: held to work, reader on her period, project x gone wild, killing, hunting/sniffing down, rough sex, oral (fem receiving), creampie, kidnapped, new life, etc.

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𝟯𝗥𝗗 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡 𝗣𝗢𝗩

Y/n ran faster after hearing the guard and then yelled right after. She knew Project X had killed them. She was scared she was next.

As Logan was fighting, he was fixated on sniffing y/n out. He knew which way she ran, but had to track her down from the way she smelt.

Every second that passed, she smelt better. He’s never smelt that smell in his life, yet, he needed it like he’s had it every day of his life.

Y/n finally made it to her room, closing and locking her door. She hoped he didn’t know where she slept. He shouldn’t. He’s never been outside of that room.

As time went by, it got quiet. The guards yelling at least. The alarms were still going off, but at least the yelling was gone, right? That means they got him. Right?

Y/n said on her bed, looking at the door to be prepared, but nothing happened. No one was near, she thought.

The young lady sighed as she turned her head. As soon as her eyes left the door, it was kicked open. Y/n screamed as she jumped further onto her bed, head turning towards the door.

“Augh,” he growled low with a smirk as he fixed his posture and walked into y/n’s room slowly. How did he know where she was? The man closed the girl's door, locking it, which she thought was going to be impossible by the way he kicked it open.

She thought kicking it open was impossible, but forgot, the door was light metal. Metal he would definitely be able to get through.

“P-Please don’t hurt me. Please! I-I’ll do anything! I’ll break you out. I swear!” Y/n said as her back hit the wall as she stayed on her bed. He ignored her offer, still grinning at her as he stepped closer.

“Please — What do you want from me!?” She yelled at him, pissed off that he won’t speak. Why is he coming after her? How did he find her?

Without answering her, Logan lunged at her. She screamed in the most horrific scream she’s ever screamed. She thought her life was over until he heard the man laugh.

Y/n’z eyes opened looking at what he was laughing at. He was laughing at her. Was he going to laugh while he shredded her body?

“What are you laughing at? Just get it over it!” She yelled in his face. He liked how feisty she got. Actually, he loved how feisty she was. Even though he hated how he got, it looked hot on her. Watching her yell, turned him on even more.

Logan ignored her again as he slowly moved down her body. She watched him, looking directly into his eyes, not knowing what he was going to do.

That was until he sniffed and groaned with his eyes shut tightly. “That’s where it’s comin’ from,” his raspy voice spoke before he ripped at y/n’s work jeans. They were thick, but no match for him.

Y/n screamed, shook at his actions and even his sentence became he’s never spoken around her. She was convinced he couldn’t speak.

Y/n thought she couldn’t be more surprised until the muscular and sweaty man ripped her panties off. She went to yell at him, but her voice got trapped in her mouth after he buried his face in between her thighs.

Y/n’s back arched, not able to speak for the first few seconds until she finally let out a loud moan, eyes rolling back to the point it slightly hurt.

“F-Fuck!” She screamed, head finally popping up to look down and in between her legs. “Fuck — No! No, please!” She kept screaming, but her voice sounded more cracked.

The man growled on her heat, slurping and slobbering all over cunt.

He didn’t know what came to him. He didn’t know why he loved the smell and taste of her. Years ago, he’d get icky when women said they were on their period, but something about being locked up for years and his mutant abilities being boosted made it impossible for him not to have a taste.

“N-No,” y/n’s back arched again, trying to close her legs, but the man used his huge hands to keep her legs separated. He knew she was close. He needed that smell over on his and in his mouth.

The man mumbled on her cunt, praising her but she couldn’t hear him. Her head went blank as she came undone all over his face.

If this was a normal human, he for sure would’ve drowned, but not Logan. He wished he could drown in her sweet juice.

“Fuuck, bub,” the man groaned as he leaned up, now moving over her until he was face to face with her. Her head was laid back on her sheets. He knew he drained her, but he needed more.

“Don’t pass out on me, princess. It’s been a while since I’ve gotten my cock wet, and you’re gonna be the first to drench it,” he said as he leaned back and off of her bed.

He was covered in blood. All of the guards and y/n’s. He thought it would be mindful to wet a towel in her room and wash his face off. He wanted her to faint from the good fuck he was about to give her. Nothing else.

“You know, baby? I always wanted to break outta here — But after I saw you? Fuck — I saw no need,” Logan said as he crawled back over y/n, sniffing up her body. “Not at all,”

“P-Please,” y/n’s low voice spoke. She was tired and needed to rest. It’s been a long week, and the way he just ate her out, made it longer. She’s on the line of passing out. “D-Don’t hurt me,”

“Ian gonna hurt you, bub. Gonna fill you up then get us outta here,” Logan said as he pulled his jeans down, freeing his cock. She had no idea what was going on or what he was saying. She was out of it.

“You’ve been comin’ in my little room for a month. You talk a lot, but I never mind. I find it shitty how these people could keep a pretty thing like you trapped in here with an animal like me,”

“Maybe it’s my luck — Just know, Ian, leavin’ heat without you. You belong to me now,” the man said. What was he talking about? Y/n was so confused that she felt pressure in between her legs.

The man let pour a shaky groan, feeling the young woman squeeze him tighter than he thought she could. It’s been a year, but he worse if it hadn’t, she’d still feel this amazing to him.

“Fuckin’ hell, y/n,” Logan spoke, triggering her slow-thinking mind. How did he know her name? “Have you been restricted from sex for decades too? You’re so fucking tight, fuck,” Logan was surprised.

“T-Too much — Too much!” Y/n gained some energy back to cry out and slap at his upper body. “Ah huh? Really? Can’t take a cock, baby? Can’t take my cock, baby?” Logan sounded more aggressive by the second.

“Been locked up for so long, I don’t give a fuck if I break you. I’ll put you back together, don’t worry. But you wouldn’t stay fixed for long,” he chuckled as y/n struggled to hold her moans.

“Cryin’ on my cock — Might be my new favorite thing, bub,” he said as he looked at her face. She looked so pretty. He wondered how she’d look with his huge cock in his mouth.

Ever since she stepped into his experimental room with one of her dress uniforms, he’s been feeling something for her. She was pretty, and after hearing her speak to him for weeks without him saying anything back, he fell in love with how smart she was.

Now that’s a woman he’s wanted for years…

“F-Fuck,” y/n gripped his shoulders, digging her nails into his skin. He loved the slight pain she gave him. “Names Logan, baby. Moan my name,” Logan said in a desperate voice.

She was confused. His quick switches confused her. “Moan my fuckin’ name before I stuck your ass neck,” he threatened. The man looked down, looking at the way his cock was coated in her blood and cum. She was a squirted and creamer.

“L-Logan,” she cried out, scared he was going to fuck her ass like he threatened. As much of a monster he seemed like now, he didn’t want to hurt her. He knew anal was something he’d have to get her comfortable with one day.

“Logan,” she moaned again, even if he didn’t ask for it. She was so close. Again. “That’s it, bub — Got me so fuckin’ close,” he snapped his hips, building the perfect rhythm to fuck her in.

Watching her mouth part and eyes cross as they rolled back was the last straw. The man’s hips stuttered, wanting y/n he was going to cum in her.

She wanted to freak out, but she couldn’t. She just laid there, moaning his name as she released on him again.

“Oh, fuck!” The man shouted as he spilled in her. Cumming at the same time wasn’t something he was expecting, but that was it for him. He was officially tied to her.

Logan wanted to speak to y/n. Ask her if she felt good, but he noticed she had passed out. “Once you wake up, you’ll be home,” he said, knowing exactly where he was heading.

Logan had slipped one of y/n’s nightgowns on her before picking her up and carrying her through the halls, avoiding the guards who were looking for him. They had cameras everywhere, yet the guards on duty tonight were fucking idiots.

Once they made it out, he ran through the street, trying to find a bus that would leave the city. After running around for too long, he decided to break into a drunk, placing y/n in the back and then driving off before anyone stopped him.

“We’re here, bub,” Logan spoke, hours away from Washington. His parents owned a cabin in the woods next to a highway in Oklahoma.

He knew it would be hard, but he was keeping y/n. He couldn’t let anyone else get what he smelled off of her. He was wild for her.

ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ

[penkura]

do you remember punk hazard when sanji gets trapped in Nami's body? Can you imagine if Sanji enters the body of Reader, Zoro's girlfriend? Zoro all jealous and protective of his girlfriend, how fun that would be and when zoro catches sanji/nami and brook is oh so romantic, zoro just protects my girlfriend's body

Yes I do remember this and I loved that part! Swapping Nami with Zoro's girlfriend is such a fun idea too!

“This is so stupid.”

It really is, while you hold onto Zoro’s arm though not in your own body, in Nami’s instead. None of you seem to know what happened, why you’re in each other’s bodies, and it’s the biggest thing concerning Zoro right now.

Well, maybe not concerning, instead pissing him off for the fact that Sanji is in your body. Why it turned out that way, however this happened, it doesn’t matter anymore once your group lists off who is who now. Nami is Franky, Chopper is Sanji, Franky is Chopper Sanji is you, and you’re Nami. It’s weird, it’s insane, and Zoro wants to slice up whoever did this when he hears Sanji’s voice from your body.

When Sanji and Brook start to head off to find the Samurai you all brought from the lab, you beg Zoro to go with them to make sure nothing happens to your body. You offer to do his chores, bring him drinks, anything he wants if he’ll go for you, to which he just rolls his eye.

“You don’t have to beg, I’ll go. Only because it’s you.”

You almost cry, hugging Zoro tight to thank him. You do trust Sanji to not do anything weird, but you also know battles are inevitable here, you’d rather not be put back in your body and be injured.

“You’re the best, thank you so much.”

Though you lean up to kiss him, Zoro stops you by pushing you away just a bit, making you pout.

“Not while you’re in Nami’s body.”

“But it’s me…I won’t be mad later!”

“Just…” Zoro sighs, shaking his head, “Rather not make her mad, even if you explained it to Nami later.”

“…okay yeah, fair enough.”

~~

Brook listens to Zoro and Sanji—still in your body—argue as they search for the Samurai head now attached to his legs. It’s very odd to see this, you and Zoro never fight like this, not in public at least, but even then he’s never heard you two calling names or yelling. He knows it’s Sanji in there right now, but it’s just so weird.

Its only out of instinct that, when Sanji takes a bad step and nearly falls, Zoro reaches out and stops him, grabbing your arm to keep your body from hitting the ground.

“Yohoho,” Brook laughs seeing how quickly Zoro stopped to keep your body from being injured, “How romantic!”

“Augh, no!” Giving a glare, Zoro doesn’t let your arm go but pulls your body to your feet, making Sanji scowl at him (it’s not right to see that look on your face), “I only did that because he’s in [Y/N]’s body!”

“And if I wasn’t you would’ve let me fall?!”

“Of course it is! I’m only here because she wants me to protect her body, not you!”

While Sanji starts calling Zoro names like normal, he is glad to know that at least your relationship is stable. Sometimes it feels to Sanji like you do more for Zoro than he does for you, but perhaps it’s different in private.

“I can’t wait to kick your ass once you’re back in your body.”

“Yeah well same here, mosshead.”

Thankfully Zoro didn’t see you’d been switched into Sanji’s body after Law fixed those he could, you’re sure it would’ve led to much, much worse fighting between the two if he knew.

[most-datable-datable-bracket]

SEMI-FINALS MATCH 1

Garrus propaganda:

"Garrus is a character who went from being a shit head punk in ME1 and grows and betters himself over the games. He talks over the hard choices in ME3 without judging Shepard no matter what they choice. He is pretty much the first to stand up for them and even when his own home is being destroyed and he doesn’t know if his father and sister are alive he’s there for SHEPARD. He is there for the person who is always there for everyone else! ME3 Garrus is honestly Best Garrus and I want to celebrate how good his character arc is over the games.

And the best part is: the romance doesn’t fix him. He still grows and improves if you romance him or not!

Idk, I just don’t think it’s super fair to reduce him to his ME1 character when the fact that him growing and improving is the part I like best about him. Garrus, to me, shows you can always get better and life is about always getting better. It’s never too late to be better.

And he has the power to make Shepard dance good in the Citadel DLC."

Tamarack propaganda:

“She's fat. she can date women. she has a path in life crisis at 14 years old. she loves the forest. she loves music. she will care for you so much. she's fat and the game just treats this as a fact about her! she's curious and loves to know things and gift things and AUGH she is so datable. i want to kiss her and have a picnic with her. who doesn't love a gal who appreciates the forest and the people around it?”

[mychlapci]

I think prowl should have a medical thing we’re his valve is always loose. Not even like a fun loose really, like he literally just can’t tighten it. Ratchet could fix it, and he’s offered to but prowl doesn’t want to waste the time and resources needed to do it. And honestly he doesn’t exactly use it, so who cares? It only becomes a problem when he and jazz get together and prowl learns that jazz is an absolute horny bastard. He try’s his best to get by with blow jobs and spiking jazz but eventually his panel is gonna pop, and jazz is gonna learn.

Heheh prowl would be so nervous, apologizing and trying to explain, little does he know jazz is learning about a new kink he didn’t even know he Had while seeing how many fingers he can put in. It’s not like prowl could squeeze them out

augh... Prowl’s loose valve... he can’t squeeze out Jazz’s fingers, his valve just opens and opens and opens until Jazz slips in his thumb and his whole hand pops in. It’s barely a struggle, and the calipers don’t even attempt to hug him. Prowl’s valve is just hot and slick.

i wonder what else Jazz could stick in there to try and test out the limits of Prowl’s hungry, hungry pussy...

[the-kr8tor]

Happy 1 year !!! It went by so fast I didn’t even realize until u mentioned it 😭

Hope u don’t mind me adding an apothecary req to ur pile QwQ

Could I get cardamom + heart shaped bottle of waking up a little past midnight from a nap with hobie ? Lots of snuggles and maybe some random ass cozy 2-4 am activity 🥺

Happy writing! Remember to drink water, eat snacks, and take breaks ❤️ !!!

Thank you for sticking around! Here's your potion, I hope you like it 💕

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader (except for her clothing), cw suggestive, FLUFF!

Katy's one year celebration 🎉

The metal fan whirs in the background of your shared bedroom. It's warm and humid, almost seethingly hot as you lay side by side with Hobie in deep slumber. Sweat dribbles off your back, moist clinging to the back of your shirt and seeping through the thin bed sheets. You groan, eyes still closed, hand reaching towards him blindly, fingers patting along the sheets to find his warmth. Still half asleep, you huff, unknowingly scrunching your face.

Hobie, also asleep, and yet his spider senses wake him up from your need to be near him. He snorts, foot kicking the blanket off him and onto the foot of the bed. Groaning, he flips himself to face you, eyes closed, he scooches closer to you despite the heat.

Your fingers brush along his bare arm and you instinctively hold onto him like a life preserver. He feels the sweat on your palm, making him crack open one eye in the dark. He sees your uncomfortable expression, and his senses fully wake him up.

“Fuckin' hell.” Hobie whispers, exhaling tiredly, he feels like ice under a heat lamp. You make a sound akin to the start of a sob, he immediately pats your bicep. “Sorry, go back to sleep.”

“It's so hot.” You softly complain, eyes half lidded, frown deepening with every drop of sweat. “I'm dying, Hobie.”

He chuckles, “I know, love, you won't even cuddle me like always.” The crickets outside chirp, summer air blowing right outside the houseboat window.

“If I get anymore near you I'd melt.”

“You always melt when you're near me.”

“That's different,” your tone has a slight lilt of playfulness. “this one is a disgusting kind of melt. The kind where you only see in the gym.”

“The disgusting kind?” His eyes sparkles with amusement.

“Yeah,” you blink away the remaining sleep. “the stinky kind.”

His knuckles brush along your arm, making you flick his elbow. “Ow, what's that for?”

“Too hot.” You say, face shoved into your pillow. “Sorry, I'm sticky, I feel icky, augh.”

“D’you want me to do something ‘bout it, stinky?” He smiles tiredly, fighting off a yawn, hand still atop your arm that you don't brush off.

“Our AC is broken, Hobs, you said it yourself. Unless you use that gorgeous brain of yours to fix it.” You change position, lifting yourself slightly off the mattress, you now face the ceiling, arms away from you like you're about to flap your nonexistent wings. “I'm dying, I'm gonna kill the AC cleaning company for not coming yesterday. I think they're the reason why it's broken. Too much dust.”

“The entire company?” He teases, beaming at you, tapping the pads of his fingers on your warm skin. “That's a bit ambitious innit?”

“I can handle them, ‘fear a woman scorned’ or whatever the saying goes, I'm too hot to remember.” You chuckle at the end.

“I don't think that's how it goes, love.” He slides himself closer to you, skin sticking to your skin. You make a face but don't push him away. His face looms above you, smiling softly, moonlight bathing him in all his glory. “You're right about one thing though,” the pad of his thumbs wipe sweat off your brow, and you do him the favour of wiping the sweat clinging to the tip of his nose. “You are bloody hot.”

You smile at him, leaning closer to his touch while he does the same. “Do you know what's gonna make me hotter?”

“Lingerie—?” You slap his arm. “What? You asked and I answered.” He laughs, palms rubbing the sweat off your temple.

“No!” You shake his shoulders, “the AC finally working and us sleeping peacefully.”

“I agree with the first one, but the second? I can think of other things—” He stops at the sight of your pointed glare. “—I can check it for you. I might be able to fix it.”

You sigh dramatically, like a weight off your shoulders is gone. “Please? I bet a genius like yourself can fix it.”

He fakes a scoff, already lifting himself off the bed, “you don't need to gas me up, love, ‘m already on it.”

“Thank you, the most genius, handsome Spider-Man in the whole universe—” His lips are suddenly on yours, pecking quickly before you could even hold him in place.

“Stay there,” Hobie stands on the foot of the bed, you place your chin on your palms, fluttering your eyelashes like a schoolgirl with a crush. “We're not done yet with our conversation.” He says while walking backwards towards the door.

“Fix it please and we'll have a very long conversation.”

He tilts his head, brow raised, laughing at the double meaning. His own foot betrays him, making him trip on nothing when you wink at him. A wink that is sub-par due to your lack of sleep, but it has him weak nonetheless. With a click of the door, your head hits the pillow once again, trying to survive the heat.

It must've been a good fifteen minutes since Hobie left but it felt like the most excruciating hours for you. Your pajama shorts and shirt have basically melted into one with the bedsheets, and yet you keep dozing off despite it. The roar of the AC finally starting has your skin jumping from your body, and you hear a faint cheer from somewhere around the houseboat.

You smile softly as cool air finally billows out, a cold breeze hitting your moist skin. Sighing, you comfortably adjust yourself on the bed, cheek squished on the pillow, eyes drifting off— Until the bed dips and you open your eyes to a very smug yet happy Hobie. He waits for your thank yous with a lopsided smile, he's clearly proud of himself.

“Do you accept payments in cuddles?” You murmur, arm already reaching up towards him, fingers beckoning him over.

Hobie acts as if he's thinking long and hard about his decision. “Am I free to negotiate?”

You shake your head with a smile, giggling against the pillow that smells like him. “Nope.”

He plops himself next to you, arm sliding under you, lifting you off the bed effortlessly to be placed on top of him. You laugh, immediately, placing your head on his chest. His arms envelope you, fingers kneading the small of your back. Meanwhile you cup his jaw, giving sleepy kisses until you're both satisfied.

“This is the best form of payment,” you say against his skin, eyes closing, sighing in content. You expect a rhetoric or a sarcastic reply from him but all you get from him are soft snores. “Thank you, Hobie.” You join him in dreamland, comfortable and cozy in his arms.

[devine-fem]

i think talia is such a romantic and she'd be so supportive of jon trying to marry damian. please more hc's i need them

STOP! I’ve always wanted to talk about them!!!! Jon and Talia always had an interesting dynamic with the way that Jon feels the need to actively defend Damian from her because he doesn’t know how complicated their relationship is but just how Damian has been affected by it. I feel like by this time Jon and Damian already had an intense conversation about his mother and he understands her a bit more but still can’t help but follow his instincts and defend Jon if Talia so much as fixes her lips to call Damian a weapon…

But if they wouldn’t be able to fight or so much as argue because no matter what they’d hurt Damian. They both always have Damian’s best interests at heart and If anything Talia is very traditional and would see a kryptonian as genetically perfect to be by Damian’s side but in a way it comforts her to know Damian is safe. That’s Talia’s biggest concern as his mother and if Jon is 1. Someone who makes Damian incredibly happy. And 2. Is able to keep him safe then why wouldn’t she like Jon for Damian?

As long as this marriage means that Jon is willing to devote his life to serving Damian’s every need then she’s totally fine with it. I mean she’d never wanna take that away from Damian, she loves him too much. I’d love to see these two interact, Jon gets on Batman’s case about Damian all the time and he’d probably be the same on Talia. I don’t think their relationship would be very domestic but I know that it would be interesting and sweet to have these two opposing forces coming together on a shared interest.

Just imagining Talia telling Jon “Keep him safe for me.” AUGH, my heart.

I feel like Damian would be SHOCKED to find that Talia approves but mostly on a level as to where they ARE kind of traditional so the topic of them being both boys would likely make Damian shy away from that conversation and secondly, Jon now is something that makes Talia see him as weaker: “In love,” but… really, she’s been trying to step away from that recently because she sees how Damian balances his heart and head.

[jack-kellys]

i hate the song something to believe in dearly and truly. it’s the one part of newsies i cannot reconcile because it’s just so bad

please fix it. or do something with it

it’s just not a banger i agree. alright.

send me issues from the Plot or Script of this darn show. and i’ll fix them onstage

so my rules for this is that i cannot cut the song. i cannot invent a scene bc i did that already & that’s cheating.

i do think tho that the key to being… fine with something to believe in is the scene right before. i think that scene MUST be fucking stellar in order for the song to be passable. and the scene before…augh. it could also be written better. the positionally of it and the context and the stakes are more interesting than what they say to each other. except. for.

“don’t say it like it happens every day. i’m not an idiot- i know girls like you don’t wind up with guys like me. i don’t want you promising nothing you’re just gonna have to take back later. but standing here tonight, looking at you… i’m afraid tomorrow’s gonna come and change everything.” EATS.

what’s rly important abt jatherine to me is that jack like. literally does not express his fears to anyone else except her. he talks about regret and anger with davey in wwh(r), i’m not counting that as fear. kath is the only person in the show he shares this with. and what he’s afraid of is being alone.

tomorrow coming means he did vote for the disbanding of the union, it means all the kids he loves are angry and done with him, tomorrow means everyone is gone from his life. (in his pov).

so katherine has a job with this song. she has to refute those fears, finally admit that she’s fallen for him, which means he won’t be alone, even if he leaves. he’ll be in her heart, he’ll have a home there, even if he were to get on a train the next day. she initially comes into this scene demanding something of him, but when she learns his actions were done out of this loyalty and his fear for others & himself… wow. “you snuck up on me, jack kelly. i didn’t even see it coming.” YOU KNOW?? going from “cocky little sonofa” to “of course there’s something” is wild for her

she needs to see him FULLY and completely by this point. idt she does until now, it has to be here for this scene & song to mean anything. this is her almost like. protecting his scared little heart. she says she’s in love (he doesn’t), she assures him it’s okay that it might be for a short time, that it’s random, that things like this CAN be something that happens any day. she offers terms that are accessible to jack, that can let him love her. belief conquers fear, undermines it, and if there’s something reporters are good at it’s getting to the root of something. she just has to take an angle that she didn’t expect from herself.

i think honestly the only line that genuinely bugs me abt this song is jack calling her “an angel come to save him”…. especially cause that boy ain’t white anymore we’ve grown passed that as a community so now it’s like. eugh like SURE, sure, but jack u did lead the strike. with ur boys. and ur leadership skills. and ur love for them. so i think this can be said as a knowing tease and she can wave it off and blush and whatever. u can make it cute i promise.

smth abt uksies that was stellar (wow what a shocker rizz is praising uk newsies…) was how emotive and present bronté’s kath was thru this song, she reacted to every word jack said to her. as long as she’s present i think this scene and consequentially the song can work. u just cannot forget abt katherine’s stakes and her journey of learning abt who jack kelly really is. it’s not a bad song bc it’s a love song it’s bad bc it’s not…. actually about how THEY fell in love. the courage and fear line from seize the day should’ve had a reprise moment here bc that’s what their relationship is based on.

if newsies rly was a love story i think that would be the proper theme through their whole arc together. jatherine is about fear and courage. and so is the show. tbh. just saying

[incorrectsmashbrosquotes]

Duke Poolem and Doomguy: Road Trip

ALERT! SPOILERS FOR DEADPOOL AND WOLVERINE! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

(After Galeem’s attack, the Doom Slayer has reluctantly teamed up with Duke Nukem under the impression that Master Hand can reverse the damage the demons have done to his world. After a long series of events, the duo have found themselves driving through a devastated forest, Doomguy in the driver’s seat)

Duke: (doing finger guns out of sheer boredom) Pew pew pew, boom, pew…

Doomguy: Stop that.

(Duke stops, but it only keeps him quiet for a few seconds)

Duke: So, where’d the armor?

Doomguy: Oh, Christ…

Duke: Did the Night Sentinels make you wear it? They are not your friends, I’ll tell you that much. Friends do not let other friends leave the house looking like an edgy-reboot LEGO astronaut.

Doomguy: Would you stop talking about the fucking suit?

Duke: Okay, geez! I’m just tryin’ to bond a little–

Doomguy: Yeah? Then talk about something else.

Duke: Alright! (sighs) So, if they can fix your world, what’s the first thing you’re gonna do when you get back home? Some rubbing alcohol shots, maybe a wiper fluid chaser?

(Doomguy starts to answer, but then stops, having realized something about Duke’s word choice)

Doomguy: (with a slight snarl) What did you say?

Duke: I said when you get back, what’s the first thing you’re gonna–

Doomguy: Before that.

Duke: (long pause, having realized his mistake) …If they can fix your world– (Doomguy suddenly slams on the breaks) Oh fuck…

Doomguy: What do you mean, IF?!?!

Duke: Look, I didn’t mean–

Doomguy: You lied to me, you don’t have a fucking clue if they can fix things, don’t you?!

(before Duke can respond, Doomguy suddenly stabs him in the thigh with his Doomblade)

Duke: AUGH! FUCK! FUCK! I DIDN’T LIE!

Doomguy: YOU LIED!

Duke: NO! I MADE AN EDUCATED WISH! (enraged by such a stupid justification, Doomguy twists the blade) OW! FUCK! Look, I did it because I need you! (he produces a photograph of his friends, all of whom were turned into Spirits) I don’t know a damn thing about saving worlds. Why would I even care? My whole world is right here in this picture. It’s only nine people and I have no idea how to save it alone. I know how to fuck people up for money, but you! YOU know how to save them!

Doomguy: …Did you just say… you made an educated… fucking… wish?

Duke: Oh, I’m sorry, have we met? They call me “Merc with a Mouth”, not “Truthful Timmy, the Blowjob Queen of Saskatoon”! (Doomguy yanks the blade out of his leg) AUGH!

Doomguy: (absolutely seething) One more word, please. Just one more fucking word.

Duke: …Gubernatorial. (Doomguy raises his fist, Duke flinches in response) EEK!!!

Doomguy: (sighs and lowers his fist) You know something? You’re a fucking joke. No wonder the Smashers didn’t take you, or the All-Stars and they’ll take fucking anybody. I mean, you are a ridiculous, immature, half-wit moron. I have never met a sadder, more attention-starved little prick in my entire life, and that’s saying something because I’ve been alive for over two-hundred fucking years. I’ll tell you, that evil lightbulb was right about one thing, you will never. Save. The world. You couldn’t even save a relationship with a goddamn BAKER. And motherfucker I wish I could say you’ll die alone, but it’s one of GOD’S BEST JOKES that you can’t die! EXCEPT IT’S ON ALL OF US!!!!!

(and then, the impossible happened… Duke was speechless. He just stares at Doomguy, shocked and seeming to have been genuinely hurt)

Doomguy: What, you got nothing to say to that, mouth?!

Duke: (his face settling into a determined and rage-filled glare) I’m gonna fight you now.

Doomguy: (laughs derisively) Oh, are you–

(Duke suddenly punches him in the face hard enough to cause a nosebleed. Doomguy stares at him, genuinely shocked for a few seconds, before roaring and responding in kind. The resulting fight, taking place entirely in the car mind you, lasted an entire night. By the time the Smashers found them, both of them were unconscious, except Duke was tied up with the car’s seatbelts)

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[🌸] hold me w/ txt.taehyun [4/5]

✿ pairing: taehyun x reader / idol!txt / non.idol!you / fluff / cursing / a bit of crack at the end-scene but i had it in my drafts so i had to include it lol ✿ mini-fics with each member for the same situation / less than 1000 words for each member / [word count: 721 words] ✿ in which you’re in a demand for hugs and this is how they react [masterlist 🌸] / other members will follow suit!

this... was quite unlike you. normally, you’d be level-headed enough to know that it’s late, you should probably go home now, maybe tell him to stop by instead. but no. here you are, making your way to where he works as he’s mentioned he’s by himself in the studio; playing with some melodies, messing around with song-making. it’s currently close to midnight but you can’t–just can’t–seem to fall asleep. the thought of being in his arms is more tempting than anything in the world, and so, you decide to go to just where you want to.

[🐿] taehyun you decide to give the door a knock, seeing if he’ll come to answer it. based on the telltales of rummages from the other end, and his voice muffled with a reply of coming!, it seems like–”oh?” his eyes grow wide at the sight of you, yet adoration soon fills over when he processes who he’s looking at. with one hand on the door, the other automatically reaches out to pull you in.

he manages to close the door behind you, now focusing his attention on you with a gummy smile on his face. it’s as if it forms on its own accord just with the sight of you. despite the warmth you feel all over from his gaze alone, you remember you’re supposed to put on a different front so you start frowning, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

he’s clearly amused, not buying it one bit as he raises a brow at you. he keeps an arm by your waist, the other reaching up to cup your cheek where he tries to soothe away the creases lining your forehead.

“augh, a pretty thing like you shouldn’t be frowning. what a shame for wrinkles to appear,” he coos, now lightly pinching your cheek. when you don’t respond, remaining quiet, he lets out a soft sigh to lean down to gently rest his forehead on yours, a small frown lining his lips as he asks: “okay, you got me. what’s going on in that mind of yours?”

it gets you to crack almost immediately. seeing how attentive he is despite the late hours into the night and how he’s probably tired. you can only take a step back given his hold on you but you’re able to create a small distance nonetheless. he lifts his head up, gaping a little when you don’t say anything but spread your arms out... that frown now turning into a cute pout he wants to kiss away but finds his heartstrings being tugged at the sight of you being like this.

no good. no good for his heart at all.

"you’re way overdue to you hugging me.”

laughs. he laughs. the kind of laugh that makes you laugh in return because whenever he laughs, it sounds so pretty. he doesn’t bother saying anything, using the arm he has around you to pull you towards him and he uses his other arm to hook you in his embrace. one hand anchors you down and the other reaches up to slot your head to the space between his neck and shoulder.

“c’mon, give in already,” his eyes flutter shut as he indulges in the hug, noticing that you however, have not. with a sigh, you decide to let go of your façade and wrap your arms around him. it elicits a soft, peaceful sigh from him as he nuzzles the side of your head, “perfect.”

one of the many times taehyun was right, he was right once more.

this was indeed perfect.

((”when’re you gonna be done?” you ask, peering up to him as he gazes at you with a small smile, fixing your hair, nonchalantly touching you to keep you close. “i can be done now.”

“that’s not what i asked...”

“but that’s my answer...”

“...”

“...”

“okay,” he snorts, “i was planning on staying on for a bit longer to just write some lyrics... if you wanna help?”

you tap your chin as he gently sways you by the hips, anticipating your answer.

“what’s in it for me?”

“hm... you get to sit on my lap, be with me, and i get to keep you warm in such cold weather. not good for your health, y’know?”

“...you son of a bitch, that’s a great deal.”))

[milimeters-morales]

been thinking of miles and ganke lately (in their future, like they’re both 20 or something) where they’ve been officially together for like 4-3 years at this point but didn’t bother to tell anybody. and idk the job i want ganke to have because on one hand, i’d like him to be known among other vigilantes as “spidey’s friend” who can also fix just about anything for you, but i also just want him to be completely separate from spider-man and just be a normal electronics repair guy (maybe) bc he’s just trying to see how it is to take a step back from all of that for a little bit after so many years of being involved. the only thing that would connect him to all that stuff is the fact that he’s bffs & bfs with spider-man.

first one has a lot of cute moment potential and would be way easier to write, but second one allows more exploration of Ganke separate from Miles and other powered/really strange things that happen in the comics AND make the moments they do have together much sweeter. augh i’ve just been thinking of them a lot they’re so (strangles the air)

i also don’t know if i want them in college at the same time or not, because yeah them being roommates there would be really convenient, but i don’t typically like college/school aus of anything whatsoever.

[cromakas]

tails is so cute Mmmmy sweet sweet dear darling daughter. ,,,,i am sick. no one will ever understand tails the way i do. the world may see past her neglected-by-adults-former-homeless-orphan-bullied-and-beaten-for-deformity-forced-to-grow-up-too-fast-only-sees-herself-as-a-burden bpd autistic charm but i Do not. i see it. I was her once .😢 aBut forreal eeeeu tails is so well written and makes me so sad i love him more than anything she’s so important to me . augh………. i’m always 4ever thinking about every single line from tails in sonic frontiers. about feeling useless and a burden who only drags down sonics good name. how he is so scared all the time of everything and can’t handle it well. how he feels so useless when he shuts down whenever bad things happen and can’t help. and how he hates needing help from sonic all the time. and when sonic reassures him that he’s done and helped with so much her response is that she’s “wildly inconsistent!” baby you are 8 Years old!! ☹️☹️ sonic fans always shit on tails for being scared and not doing anything in more recent games especially in forces….. And how frontiers quote on quote fixed his character…. but i think Uuuuu people forget that tails is a CHILD!! who is gonna have child like aspects. SHE DESERVES to have Child like aspects. he knows literally everything there is to know about the world EXCEPT being a child. and forces Was SCARY, there was a war going on. sonic was universally presumed dead. tails was all alone and defenseless again. sonic was the one who showed him that he Can be strong, but sonic being gone is going to be insanely traumatic Man idk what to tell you…. that’s his big brother and literal care taker and like his reason for being alive ! i’m glad that they wrote tails like that in forces even if it Was ‘inconsistent’ to his character,,, tails is inconsistent! he is messy! because he is a KID! the fact he willingly wants to go off on his own in frontiers is so so big for his character and it makes me so emotional. he’s CHOOSSSSINNGGGG to branch out from sonic, hes doing it for himself. which is something she never/rarely does. she puts everyone first, tails does not care about himself in the slightest. every time he says something worrying n Almost opens up in frontiers he IMMEDIATELY shuts himself down. because Sonic is in danger and needs help. he’s being a burden. stop It. and sonic is So worried about his baby brother. and even says so and Again and again tails says it doesn’t matter right now😢 that they’ll talk later 😢 andhow can he be useful right now!! but she’s hurting So bad and more than anything just wants to be someone reliable enough to not be abandoned by sonic, The first person who has ever been kind to him 😭him wanting to leave n work on himself , BY himself Is so. important. to me. bc for the first time he sees himself as SOMEONE. instead of just sonics partner… and sonics Response. oh Im getting nauseous typing this out thinking about it. GODDDD. “you’re free to go your own way. i guess you just grew up on me a little faster than i expected.” AANYONE else hear that ominous bell tolling???😂😂😂 boats & birds by gregory and the hawk js sonic and tails’ song God i am seriously going to HUR.TMYSELF Bad auaueueggGGEGRBRBRB AND . and you are my baby by kimya dawson. heh iWas😅 really into both of those songs when frontiers came out and the damage it did to my psyche has Never left me! hwoooo boy let Me tell you… i am Also always thinking about the fact tails was literally homeless all by herself living outside before sonic found her☹️that’s the reason she is so afraid of thunder and lightning,,, bcuz she was always outside 😢 and now she is extra jumpy and sensitive 😢😢😢 tails is my absolute favorite (and most personal) character of All Time. i don’t think there’ll ever come a time when that changes. i don’t even see him as a Character he is really like family to me…. or a little extension of my soul that i’ve grown up alongside with

STORY TIME this is kind of funny to think about in retrospect Something was wrong with me. but before i got my tails plushie as a kid at Likeee… i couldnt have been older than or 3 or 4? i was already very obsessed with tails! i wasn’t old enough to play or Understand how to play sonic games(i watched my dad for hours while he’d play the games for me & i also was really into the 90s cartoons) but i was IMMEDIATELY so So incredibly attached to tails. he was my little buddy! i was him for halloween once , i had this pair of white shoes that i Never took off because they made me feel like tails and i remember when my mother had to throw them out bc they were Raggedy and falling apartBC I NEVER TOOK THEM OFF ohhh. Man i cried. mom was really controlling about my clothes and outfits and would pick out everything i wore and forced me to wear make up and do my hair all crazy it was An overstimulating nightmare for a toddler anyway she coordinated all my clothes and would get reallllly mad CUZ ALL I WANTED TO WEAR WAS THOSE GROSS SHOES 😭 then when i was at the age when kids had “imaginary friends” my undiagnosed UNCREATIVE little autistic ass was like Hmmm.. I think i’m going to make myself hallucinate tails to fit in with other Children of society! and so she was my… imaginary friend for a little while 😊 AND THEN! One fateful day i got my little tails plushie.. and she’s never been more than a room away from me ever since. i carry him absolutely everywhere he is probably Soaked in almost my whole life’s worth of tears and drool,,, i’ve had him through All of it. everything that happened 2 me he went through it all by my side. he took care of me when my parents wouldn’t and i know how Silly and delusional that may sound.. but i’ve truly personified him my whole entire life and he is my family and my best friend!!!! i was a very lonely Only child and i wanted a sibling or just Normal parents ssoooo bad😢 he’s always been that role to me. ive also always related to tails’ character so much too and he was the exact role model + just. the Representation of how i was feeling that i needed so So bad as a kid. little basil watching the episode from taosth that was about tails never having parents and Wanting them so bad, n sonic kept searching and searching to find him a home (even tho it made him So sad.) to no avail til Eventually tails gets tricked by eggman into finally thinking he had found his REAL home with his BIOLOGICAL PARENTS who Loved him and Wanted him. but they were evil frrrreeaakinf ants AND JESUS CHRIST THAT TRAUMATIZED ME AS A KID the Ants Did. and after sonic saves him the Cutest interaction i think tails and sonic have EVER had in the Entire franchise. was from the 1993 cartoon. sonic apologizing saying hes sorry for all the trouble he caused , that he just wanted to find tails a ‘real’ family N tails just goes “i’ve already GOT a real family! i’ve got the best! a family is just people who care about each other more than anyone else, right? you’re it!! you’re my mom, you’re my dad, and you’re my picket fence” 😊😊 and sonic goes “woah, You’re not gonna use the L word are ya? then i will!! cuz it’s a great word! i love you little bro!” then he noogies him and the episode ends with tails sayinf its Great to be home. guys. guys. Can anyone hear me i’m SEIZING IM SSIITNG HERE BAWLINF MY EYES OUT CYZ I JUST HAD TO REWATCH THAT CLIP TO QUOTE IT Oh my gooddddddddddddd

sorry vince if U read all of this.sitting here on a nice friday night cry typing about sonic the hedgehog autism is Truly a super power 🌈♾️

[hedgehogoftime]

JD and Amara save the Multiverse: Bumps in the road

(An interdimensional threat has struck erasing multiple timelines from existence, and JD needs to save it, and their own timeline. Amara of the Summer, from a bad end timeline, has reluctantly teamed up with the Jersey Devil under the impression that they can rewrite history and can reverse the damage done the Reigning Passions world and save her beloved. After a long series of events, the duo have found themselves driving through a devastated forest, Amara in the driver’s seat)

JD: (doing finger guns out of sheer boredom) Pew pew pew, boom, pew…

Amara: Stop that.

(JD stops, but it only keeps them quiet for a few seconds)

JD: So, where’d the armor...?

Amara: Oh, Christ…

JD: Did the Queen make you wear it? They are not your friends, I’ll tell you that much. Friends do not let other friends leave the house looking like a Sarah J Maas protagonist.

Amara: Would you stop talking about the fucking armor?

JD: Okay, geez! I’m just tryin’ to bond a little–

Amara: Yeah? Then talk about something else.

JD: Alright! (sighs) So, if they can fix your world, what’s the first thing you’re gonna do when you get back home? Some rubbing alcohol shots, maybe a wiper fluid chaser?

(Amara starts to answer, but then stops, having realized something about JD’s word choice)

Amara: (with a slight snarl) What did you say?

JD: I said when you get back, what’s the first thing you’re gonna–

Amara: Before. That.

JD: (long pause, having realized their mistake) …If they can fix your world– (Amara suddenly slams on the breaks) Oh fuck…

Amara: What do you mean, IF?!?!

JD: Look, I didn’t mean–

Amara: You lied to me, you don’t have a fucking clue if they can fix things, don’t you?!

(before JD can respond, Amara suddenly stabs him in the thigh with her sword)

JD: AUGH! FUCK! FUCK! I DIDN’T LIE!

Amara: YOU LIED!

JD: NO! I MADE AN EDUCATED WISH! (enraged by such a stupid justification, Amara twists the blade) OW! FUCK! Look, I did it because I need you! (he produces a photograph of the Havenfall crew, all of whom are at risk of being erased from time) I don’t know a damn thing about saving worlds. Why would I even care? My whole world is right here in this picture. It’s only seven people and I have no idea how to save it alone. I know how to fuck people up for money, but you! YOU know how to save them!

Amara: …Did you just say… you made an educated… fucking… wish?

JD: Oh, I’m sorry, have we met? They call me “Jersey Devil”, not “Truthful Timmy, the Blowjob Queen of Saskatoon”! (Amara yanks the blade out of their leg) AUGH!

Amara: (absolutely seething) One more word, please. Just one more fucking word.

JD: …Gubernatorial. (Amara raises her fist, JD flinches in response) EEK!!!

Amara: (sighs and lowers his fist) You know something? You’re a fucking joke. No wonder H.E.R.A. didn’t take you, or the Starship and they’ll take fucking anybody. I mean, you are a ridiculous, immature, half-wit moron. I have never met a sadder, more attention-starved little prick in my entire life, and that’s saying something because I’ve been alive for over two-hundred fucking years. I’ll tell you, that evil lightbulb was right about one thing, you will never. Save. The world.You couldn’t even save a relationship with a goddamn WAITRESS. And motherfucker I wish I could say you’ll die alone, but it’s one of GOD’S BEST JOKES that you can’t die! EXCEPT IT’S ON ALL OF US!!!!!

(and then, the impossible happened… JD was speechless. They just stared at Amara, shocked and seeming to have been genuinely hurt)

Amara: What, you got nothing to say to that, Devil?!

JD: (their face settling into a determined and rage-filled glare) I’m gonna fight you now.

Amara:(laughs derisively) Oh, are you–

(JD suddenly punches her in the face hard enough to cause a nosebleed. Amara stares at him, genuinely shocked for a few seconds, before roaring and responding in kind. The resulting fight, taking place entirely in the car mind you, lasted an entire night. By the time H.E.R.A. found them, both of them were unconscious, except JD was tied up with the car’s seatbelts)

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@incorrectlovestruck @megatraven @zhoras-bitch @seduceme-lovestruck-thearcana

[terrahlee-cup]

Sleep-deprived NLW reactions part two be upon thee @raphaelesbian

“Were you raised in a barn.” Yeah, he probably was. Ah this entire text chain, gremlins.

Raph and Leo don’t drive each other nutso challenge: impossible. Love these two so much oh my gosh. One day they will figure out how communication works probably.

The fact that Karai seems so ‘normal’ is incredibly concerning if the Shredder wants to try and trick them at some point.

Oh gosh the cameras. They’re all used to it being Raph they’re watching out for the way they all relax because he’s there just- augh. Raph not entirely getting why they’d want to keep an eye on Karai because he was the one on the other side before too hoo boy. He wants to just jump in and fix it since he understands Karai’s side of this, but his brothers don’t want to repeatedly confront her like with Raph so they’re much more hesitant to act. Raph’s frustration is completely understandable and so is his brothers’ fear of making the same mistakes again and I am in pain.

Oh fucking hell what’s in the box YUP LOVELY GOOD MHM. Uh- hey children- kiddos your brother’s checked the fuck out over there you should probably check on him? Raph shutting down on them isn’t going to help bud-

Whoop here’s Karai time for everything to get much worse. Raph’s brothers immediately going into protect mode when he’s frozen my heart I can’t- the Shredder is pissed Raph got away isn’t he, holy shit.

Oof, both Raph and Leo are technically right to some extent here. They really can’t just keep Raph in the lair, but waking up to not even a text letting them know he was going to be with Casey would have been freaky. They’re all so traumatized AND THEY’RE BABIES FUCK-

Why does he still have the tekkō-kagi why did no-one take that from him that is nOT GOOD. TAKE THE WEAPON THAT THE KID KEEPS STARING AT AWAY FROM HIM PLEASE.

[gumnut-logic]

Waking up was a fifty-fifty situation. Fifty percent of the time it sucked and this rise and shine definitely fell onto that side of the scale.

He was cramped. All of him was cramped. What the hell? A groan and he attempted to unfold his body.

“Oooh, Virg, don’t break yourself.”

Gordon.

What?

He pushed his eyes open and was immediately blinded by sunlight on white walls. Ugh. There was a reason why he had blackout curtains in his room on the Island. A blink and a scrunched-up face and, augh, pain shot up his neck and bounced around his brain. What the hell was he doing sleeping in a chair?

“That’s right. Hold that position.” Something electronic beeped. “Woo, that’s a good one. Definitely saving that for the archives.”

What?

His brain was its usual slow self upon waking. It took several solid attempts to recall where he was and how he had gotten there.

Scott.

His shirt on fire.

Hot chocolate.

His room.

A shower.

Sleep.

Tracy Two.

The hospital.

Gordon asleep.

Waiting.

And now.

The conclusion was obvious. He had fallen asleep, too.

In the chair.

Ow.

“You gonna hold that face much longer, bro? I’m expecting a wind change at any moment.”

“Shut up, Gordon.” Now that came out raspier than an un-greased chainsaw.

“Ho, and hello to you, too, dear brother.”

He forced his eyes open, blinking at the light in the room. Gordon had a grin on his face brighter than the sun. His tablet was also in his hand.

Virgil eyed him. ��What are you doing?”

“Enjoying some entertainment. Why?”

“What entertainment?”

“Did you know that that scar between your eyebrows has a following?”

“A what?”

Gordon’s grin was ready to split his face in half. “Oh, you were asleep just long enough for me to set up a social media account for Thunderscar Two the Triumphant. He already has over five thousand followers and has only been live for, oh, fifteen minutes.”

“What?”

Moving hurt like hell and Virgil groaned, but Gordon obliged by turning his tablet around to show a series of photos titled The Many Moods of Thunderscar Two. The photos consisted of various shots of Virgil’s eyebrows. There was even a short video of those eyebrows bouncing up and down...it was the most recent and the number of likes was still going up.

“Ooh, we just hit six thousand. Wow, I never knew you were that popular, Virg.” A laugh. “Hah, Vegetina wants to kiss your scar all better.” Gordon cackled. Maniacally. Like a villain from a B-grade movie.

“Gordon, what the hell?”

“Do that again.”

“What?”

That same electronic beep. “Niiice. They’ll love this one.” Gordon busied himself with his tablet. “Two does Dopey. Sleep is the enemy.” His brother was prodding his tablet. “Posted. Aaaah, they definitely love you, Virg.”

Virgil resisted the urge to rip the tablet from his brother’s hands. Exasperation or anger or not, the playing field was not level. He bit his lip instead. “You are not in a position to escape, Gordon. Are you sure you want to challenge me?”

“Challenge you? I should kick your ass.” And all the humour disappeared.

“What?” He appeared to be saying that a lot.

The tablet was dropped to the bed covers. “What have you been playing at, Virgil? I haven’t seen hide or hair of you since I’ve been here.”

Oh.

“Sorry. Busy.”

“Doesn’t cut it, Virg.” Gordon picked up the tablet again. Another electronic beep and his brother stabbed at the glass. “Scott’s the busiest of us all. Yet he’s been here nearly every day.”

The thought of the flight time his brother must be clocking up hurt somewhere deep in his gut.

“Sorry.”

“Virg, I don’t want you to say you’re sorry. I want to know what is wrong. This isn’t you.” He stabbed at the tablet again. “This, however, is bonafide Thunderscar. Look at that frown.” The tablet came up and yet another photo was gaining likes by the moment. Followers were clocking eight thousand and rising.

He ignored it. Couldn’t really do anything else. “Gordon, I don’t know. I am sorry.” He was still tired. “Just wanted to fix your ‘bird.”

“At the exclusion of everything else?”

Virgil shrugged. He hardly understood it himself. “Just wanted to help you.”

Gordon reached out with his good hand and grabbed at his fingers. Surprised, Virgil let him have them.

“You know you’ve thrown us all for a loop. You’re the steadfast one, Virg. The one everyone else leans on. You disappear and Scott falls on his face...and if you’ve seen his face lately it appears he’s been dragging it around on the ground. Now, John. Do you realise I had to yell at him the other day? That has always been your job, bro, but you haven’t been playing.” A bit lip and Virgil was confronted by a pair of unusually earnest russet brown eyes. “I’m going to be fine, Virg. I’ll be home soon, out of the reach of the local vampires, and I’ll need you to be you. Virgil the Rock, my big bro. Four can wait. I’m not going to need her for a while.”

And there it was, the heart of the matter. Something must have shown on his face, because Gordon yanked him closer to the bed. Virgil didn’t miss the wince that bounced across his brother’s face at the movement. Shit.

“Careful, Gords.” His hand landed on top of his brother’s, sandwiching it between his two.

“There you are.” It was quiet, whispered, and Gordon was still staring up at him. “That’s my big bro. The big softie who will be playing me the piano when I get home whether I like it or not.”

“You like it.” Virgil frowned at him.

Gordon smiled. “Yes, I do.”

-o-o-o-

His brother demanded he stay to keep him company and Virgil found himself holed up with a maniac with a camera and an obsession with his eyebrows. But they talked. Shared. Gordon fell asleep eventually and Virgil was left alone with the tablet, watching the followers count pass the one million mark. Twenty-five photos of his eyebrows, that scar in every single one.

He should be annoyed. He should be yelling. But instead he sat there listening to his brother’s soft breathing and stared at pictures of his own forehead.

Something had lifted.

His heart felt lighter.

He didn’t know what or why, but the how was sleeping beside him wrapped in bandages.

Gordon was a goofball. A loveable goofball. Seeing him hurt...

Virgil closed his eyes.

The door opened quietly and Scott peered into the room.

Placing the tablet on the bedside table, Virgil quietly walked over to his brother, nudging him gently back out and following him through. He closed the door silently behind him.

“Virg? You okay?”

Virgil didn’t answer him, not really sure what to say. Instead he grabbed his brother in a hug and buried his face on his shoulder.

Scott grunted as Virgil hit him with a little more enthusiasm than he had planned, but immediately wrapped his arms around him. “Hey.”

Virgil just held him tighter.

“He’s going to be okay.”

“I know.” Muffled.

“We’re going to be okay.”

“I know.”

Scott apparently ran out of words because for the next minute or so, neither of them said anything. Virgil just clung to his brother.

The foot traffic around them was ignored.

Eventually Virgil pulled away. He found he couldn’t look Scott in the eye. It wasn’t embarrassment, but it was.

“Virg?” Blue eyes seeking. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” He didn’t know where to put his hands.

Pressure on his shoulder, he looked up and was caught by that blue. “You hungry?”

And suddenly he was. A single nod. “What about Gordon?”

“Grandma and Alan will be here in a moment. Kayo and Penny will be by later. He’ll have company. We can come back later.” The hand on his shoulder slipped around to a one-armed hug. “C’mon, let’s get some nutrition into that stubborn ass of yours before Grandma gets hold of you. One look and you’re locked up with home remedies for a week.”

He couldn’t help, but smile a little, and, with a prod, fell into step with his big brother.

-o-o-o-

“You know, if I had known they would be this popular, I would have started this site years ago. We could be millionaires.”

Virgil didn’t even bother to look up at his little brother. Head first in Four’s thruster assembly, he stuck out a hand. “We’re billionaires, Gords. Hand me that wrench, please.”

“This one?”

“I can’t see what you’re holding up.”

A chunk of metal landed in his hand. It felt about right. Folding his arm proved it to be right. Jamming it around the stubborn bolt, he gave it a shove.

“I know we are, Virg. Can’t really miss it. But this would be for something special.”

“You’re talking about a series of photos of my eyebrows.”

“They are very popular eyebrows. That scar has been nominated for president.”

“Considering most politicians, my scar would probably be just as effective.” An electronic beep. “If you start putting pictures of my butt online, the Gordon Tracy Hall of Embarrassment will go live immediately.”

“Hah, what have you got on me that could possibly outrank anything I have on you.”

Virgil didn’t say a thing. He simply straightened, yanked his phone out of his back pocket, searched a moment and, with a smirk, held it up for Gordon to see.

It was most satisfactory to see his brother’s eyes widen in shock. “You wouldn’t.”

“One picture of my butt and the world discovers this.”

“Okay, okay, I get the message.” An electronic beep. “And Thunderscar is triumphant!”

Virgil rolled his eyes. “All monetary gain goes to charity.”

“Already set up. You are rehabilitating the Supreme Barrier Reef as we speak.”

He stared at his tablet absorbed brother. Perched in his hoverchair, the man was still pale, still wrapped in plaster and bandages. Virgil would have to see him back to his room shortly as his stamina just wasn’t there yet, but he had to admit, to have him home and safe and...here...

“Good to have you here, Gords.”

Gordon looked up at him and grinned. “Great to be here in the presence of Thunderscar the Magnificent.”

Another eyeroll. “I thought he was ‘The Triumphant’.”

“Only when I let him.”

“Oh, really.”

“Yes, really.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re always welcome.”

“Well, hand me that screwdriver so I can finish this off and send her for coating tomorrow.”

Gordon grabbed the tool and handed it to him. “Painting?”

“Yep, which pink would you prefer?”

“Virgil.”

“Yes?”

A pause. “Love you, bro.”

Virgil blinked and turned back to find his brother eyeing him.

A small smile. “Love you, too.” A shrug. “But she’s still gonna be pink.”

The sound of Gordon’s laughter meant more to him than he could express.

-o-o-o-

[scorpiolight-madd]

A fun lil propaganda post for Blossom, who’s participating in @sonic-oc-showdown! Also functions as a sort of introduction, for those who don’t know her ^_^

If you have any questions about her please don’t hesitate to ask! I would die for you if you did 🩵

And, here’s a playlist! (still a WIP, but being actively worked on!)

Questionnaire under the cut! (And more art, though her design in some of them is outdated 😔)

✨- How did you come up with the OC’s name?

She’s gone through a few name changes, first Tikki (a random name I came up with while taking out the trash, then i found out there was a Miraculous Ladybug character with that name (pronounced differently, but still) and I decided to change it), then it was Starburst for a little while, but that still didn’t fit, so I finally settled on Blossom!

🌼 - How old are they? (Or approximate age range)

14!

🌺- Do they have any love interest(s)?

SHADOWWWWW

They are my OTP I love them sosososososo much!!!!!!!

Also, a recent official merch of Shadow released where he’s wearing a jacket with cherry blossoms and is surrounded by cherry blossoms and I LOST MY MIND

🍕 - What is their favorite food?

I always gave her a very summery vibe, so probably something like popsicles or lemonade or something like that! I also like to think cherry-flavored, to relate back to her name ^_^

💼 - What do they do for a living?

Well, she doesn’t really have a job. She’s an adventurer! She got a taste for it during the events of Sonic Forces, and hasn’t stopped since. Although, I’d like to think she did some kind of sport before the war, maybe water polo or volleyball (again, tying into her summer motif)

🎹 - Do they have any hobbies?

Pre-Forces, her interests mainly revolve around the beach. Swimming, surfing, volleyball, etc. During the war, she gets SUPER into Wispon tech, starting out with upgrading her own Blue Hammer Wispon, and eventually making some her own.

She later gets into Extreme Gear, too, sort of relating it back to her love of surfing.

🎯 -What do they do best?

When she’s at her best and in her element, she’s extremely silver-tongued. She’s clever and quick on her feet when it comes to people, and able to talk circles around people. (This aspect of her character was inspired by Ferris Bueller)

However, when she’s not at her best and in her element, she turns into a nervous wreck, barely even able to speak through her nerves. Not to mention, Sonic and all his friends usually deal with badniks, so half the time that skill of hers is pretty much useless.

🥊 -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

Blossom is pretty sporty, and likes to stay active.

She likes being around her friends, but can drain her social battery with her constant analyzing of social situations.

She also likes to work on and upgrade her equipment, like her Wispons and Extreme Gear. While she’s not as much of a techie as, say, Tails, she spent a lot of time during the war in the rebel headquarters workshop (where she had her first bonding moment with Shadow, while he was in fixing his bike).

As for stuff she hates to do, UHHHHH. I’m gonna be real I haven’t thought of anything specific yet RIP 😔 Although, I do think that whatever she DOES hate doing, she’ll never admit. She’s a bit aggressively positive, and has gotten it into her head that if she shows any sort of negativity around her friends, then they won’t like her anymore. Positivity’s all she’s good for, right? Right?

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

Probably something from before the war. She was super close with her older brother, Sun (who needs an UPDATED DESIGN AUGH), and would spend a lot of time with him before they were separated.

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

During the war (in my AU), she ends up being taken prisoner and semi-mind controlled by Infinite, and forced to fight Sonic and Shadow. They manage to snap her out of it, but she still carries the incident with her.

🧊 - Is their current design the first one?

Nope! She was originally made in the Sonic Forces character creator, and then I drew a modified version of it. It looks pretty different from her current design!

The first thing I ever decided for her design (outside of the character creator) was that she needed to be FLUFFY. The custom character from the game felt SO bald, i just knew I needed to give her a big hairstyle. Eventually the fluffiness was toned down to fit the more simplified Sonic style, but I hope she still comes across as pretty fluffy.

She was also meant to originally have a second design, that was supposed to happen after she and Sonic got trapped in Null Space, where she got permanently tinted purple (along with her eyes turning purple). She was also meant to develop void-based powers from it. That might still end up happening, but I’m not so sure about it anymore. I like her current warm color scheme, and I don’t actually know what her “void-based powers” would be.

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

Sonic Forces! She was just gonna be the rookie, no real modifications other than appearance, but I ended up getting so many story ideas it spawned a whole AU!

🌂 - What genre do they belong in?

Uhhh whatever gernre StH is. Fantasy/Sci-Fi/Adventure/Platformer? IDK lol

💚 - What is your OC’s gender identity and sexuality?

Ehhh, a bit unclear. Sometimes she’s a cis girl, she used to be a demigirl and SOMETIMES that pops up now and again but nowadays she’s usually cis. I’m pretty sure she’s bi, maybe pan? It switches around sometimes. For now I’m going cis girl, unlabeled sexuality.

🙌 - How many sibling does your OC have?

Just the one, her older brother Sun!

This ref of him is preeettyyyy outdated, I’ll have to make a new one sometime soon.

🍎 - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like?

I haven’t developed her parents much, and I’m unsure if she should even have any (in the context of the narrative, not saying she should be an orphan). It’s pretty rare for Sonic characters to have canon parents, and off the top of my head I can only think of two (not counting spinoffs like Archie or Sonic Underground). If she does have them, the only thing they’d really do in terms of the narrative is die at the start of the story, and Sun’s seeming death already serves that narrative function.

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

EVERYTHING. SHES MY BLORBO I LOVE HER LOVE HER LOVE HER. I really like her design, her story, her personality, her dynamic with the other characters, everything!!!!

✏️ - How often do you draw/write about the OC?

She’s my number two go-to character to draw, right behind Amy. I don’t write much, but I do daydream! And I daydream 99.9% of my day, and 99% of that is usually about Blossom.

💎 - Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC?

Teeeccchhhnicaly? In the context of the story, about 400 or so years in the future is when Silver and his family is from (in this AU his family consists of Shadow, Tails, and, after 06, Omega). In timelines where he’s met her and been in a relationship with her, Shadow usually remembers her dying hundreds of years ago, usually of old age. idk if that really counts as being killed off, though, as that far in the future, most of the main cast is dead.

💀 - Does your OC have any phobias?

Not any specific phobias, but she’s scared of big crowds, and sleeping in the dark. For specific reasons, but not ones she’d ever reveal.

🍩 -Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival?

Infinite. He’s the main villain from the game, yeah, but I also ended up writing more inter-personal drama between the two (like the aforementioned mind-control thing). She HATES him.

🎓 - How long have you had the OC?

A little over a year now! I only got Sonic Forces last year, despite desperately wanting it since it came out.

🍥 - What age were you when you created the OC?

21!